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them and I'm just playing with his toys. I promise to play nice
and put them back when I'm done. Also, I'm not making any
money, this is strictly for my own fun and no copyright
infringement is intended.
Authors Note: I don't use a beta reader and I'm not a grammar
whiz, so any errors are strictly my own fault. ;)
Qui-Gon Jinn eyed Prime Minister Ja'Lante cautiously as the
wiry Soprazolian made his way hastily across the grand
ballroom. Ja'Lante seemed quite agitated as he struggled to
make a path quickly, yet inconspicuously through the maze of
dancing bodies.
Qui-Gon and his Padawan apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi had
completed their current mission, a trade negotiation between
Soprazole and Ranitidine. The Soprazolians had contacted the
Jedi Council in hopes that the escalating tensions between the
two sister planets could be resolved peacefully and to mutual
benefit. After several days of negotiations the two parties had
come to a peaceful agreement and were now in the mist of a
celebration of their new partnership.
When Ja'Lante reached Qui-Gon, the Jedi didn't need the force
to deduct that the Prime Minister was anxious. Concern and a
slight hint of fear were etched into the deep lines of his
face.
"Prime Minister." Qui-Gon stated with a slight bow of his head.
"Might I have a word with you, Master Jinn?" The Prime Minister
asked, then added quickly and in a much lower tone "Alone, if
you don't mind..."
Sweeping his hand forward in a gesture for the Soprazolian to
lead, Qui-Gon fell into step beside him. Once they were safely
inside Ja'Lante's office, the Prime Minister turned anxious
eyes on the Jedi and took a deep breath.
"It would seem, Master Jinn, that my niece has, well, she..."
Ja'Lante trailed off, not exactly sure how to proceed.
Sensing the unease in the other man and his reluctance to get
to the root of the issue, Qui-Gon waved his hand in front of
the Prime minister and with a Force-induced request, simply
stated "Tell me..."
The Prime Minister told Qui-Gon how his niece, Natori, who had
been quite smitten with Obi-Wan and upset that her advances
were not being returned had given him the nectar of the fausu
fruit, a potent aphrodisiac and emotional inhibitor. Ja'Lante
explained that since most marriages were pre-arranged, the
nectar was commonly used by newlyweds to ease minds and promote
intimacy. Natori had felt that if Obi-Wan weren't so concerned
with his Jedi values, he would accept her advances and become
her lover. Her plan had not worked and the young Jedi had left.
"And" Ja'Lante concluded, "With the rare lunar alignment
tonight, the effects of the nectar are known to be much
greater. There is just no telling what effect it may have on
your apprentice or his Jedi abilities."
Qui-Gon nodded to the Prime Minister. "Thank you for informing
me of the situation. As you can understand, it is imperative
that I find my Padawan at once."
"Understood, Master Jinn. The palace guard is at your
disposal."
"If I might, Prime Minister, have a moment alone to meditate?"
"Of course, anything." Ja'Lante said as he made his way to the
door. He paused briefly and added, "I do apologize for his
Master Jinn. My niece can be a bit...impulsive, at times."
As soon as the door clicked shut, Qui-Gon knelt and centered
his mind, sending out tendrils in the force to locate Obi-Wan.
He picked up the signature of his life force but could not
pinpoint the location. Qui-Gon surmised that the nectar coupled
with the lunar event was obscuring the signal and Obi-Wan's
force capabilities. Reaching out again, Qui-Gon didn't detect
any signs of physical distress, but there was an aura of
turmoil entwined with Obi-Wan's life force that gave him pause.
His Padawan needed him.
Qui-Gon and the palace guards had searched the city for hours
looking for Obi-Wan. It was well after midnight when Qui-Gon
had reluctantly decided that the fatigued group needed to call
it a night and continue the search in the morning.
Tossing his cloak onto a chair as he moved through the palace
suite, Qui-Gon strode out the French doors onto the balcony
that overlooked the city. The suite that he and Obi-Wan had
been assigned at the palace was large and luxurious. Looking
out over the vast city, Qui-Gon felt his heart constrict in his
chest. His Padawan was out there someplace and was very
possibly venerable and coercible at the moment.
With a soul deep sigh, the Jedi master whispered softly to the
night "Where are you, Padawan."
"Right here, Master." a voice replied from the shadows near the
edge of the balcony. Leaping down from the rail, Obi-Wan smiled
at Qui-Gon as he saw relief wash over the elder Jedi's face.
"Padawan." He breathed, as much a sigh of relief as a word.
"Where have you been all night?" The question filled with
concern and a touch of agitation even though the Jedi Master
tried to keep his tone neutral.
"Around..." Obi-Wan replied vaguely before adding, "Mostly
here...waiting for you to return, Master."
Qui-Gon felt a shiver run up his spine as the word 'Master'
rolled like honey off his Padawans tongue.
"Are you feeling alright, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon asked cautiously.
"Never better, Master." the honey like reply came again. "Why
don't you go get ready for bed, you look exhausted."
At Qui-Gon's questioning look, Obi-Wan added, "I'll be along in
a moment, do not worry."
Seemingly satisfied Qui-Gon turned and started back into the
room, when he reached the door he paused and turned back to
Obi-Wan. "You gave me quite a fright tonight, Padawan. I am
glad that you are safely back by my side."
With a small grin, the younger man replied "I'm sorry to have
worried you, Master. I'll do my best to ease your mind."
With a nod to his apprentice, Qui-Gon turned and went into the
suite to get ready for bed. He had just finished pulling on his
sleep pants when he noticed Obi-Wan languidly leaning against
the doorframe watching him with a predatory hunger in his sharp
eyes.
A bit un-nerved by the look Obi-Wan was giving him; Qui-Gon
asked, "Is anything wrong, Padawan?"
Seemingly ignoring the question, Obi-Wan let his eyes travel
over Qui-Gon's body. The elder Jedi was clad only in his sleep
pants and the light breeze from the open door against his bare
chest had caused his nipples to pebble. Qui-Gon shifted under
the scrutiny of his Padawan's scorching gaze.
"Have you ever hungered for something that you knew you
couldn't have, Master?" Obi-Wan asked as he stalked across the
room towards Qui-Gon. "Have you ever wanted something so badly
that the blood in your veins screamed out to you, begged you to
take action?"
Then stopping just a breath away, he asked, "Have you ever just
thrown caution to the wind and taken what you wanted?"
Qui-Gon could feel the heat radiating off Obi-Wan, the desire
that raged in his Padawan's eyes nearly burning him in it's
intensity. He knew that his apprentice was not in his right
frame of mind that the nectar and the lunar alignment were
affecting him, but it didn't make things any easier. His body
and mind were at war; the inner turmoil was staggering. His
body and heart wanted to throw the Obi-Wan down and make
passionate love to him, the way he had in his dreams so many
times these last few years. But his mind protested, reminded
him that Obi-Wan was not himself that his desires were brought
on by the nectar.
Placing his hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders, Qui-Gon took a step
backwards and said, "You should go to bed, Padawan. You are not
thinking clearly right now. The nectar is coloring your
thoughts."
Piercing blue eyes filled with longing met Qui-Gon's as he
spoke. "You are incorrect, Master. I am thinking
clearly, the nectar has only made clear to me what I already
knew deep in my heart but resisted because I was afraid of the
consequences."
With a Jedi's quickness, Obi-Wan pulled Qui-Gon against him
chest, pulled his head down and proceeded to devour the elder
Jedi's lips. Momentarily stunned, Qui-Gon briefly responded to
the kiss but then quickly regained his faculties broke free
from the embrace and practically ran to the other side of the
room.
"Why are you fighting this Master?" Obi-Wan purred as he eyed
Qui-Gon. "I can feel your turmoil, I know you feel as I do."
Trying desperately to keep his voice calm, Qui-Gon stressed
again "You are not yourself right now, Obi-Wan. You may think
you are fine, but you are not. You must trust me on this,
Padawan."
"I do trust you, Master, implicitly in fact." Obi-Wan slowly
made his way across the room and Qui-Gon felt like a small
animal being stalked by a large cat. "I trust you with my life,
Master." Then edging ever closer to his goal, he whispered "I
trust you with my very heart and soul."
Qui-Gon backed a step further away with every step Obi-Wan took
closer. Soon the elder found himself cornered and he knew he'd
been had. With a sensual smile, the younger man placed a hand
on each side of his body against the wall and stood on his
tiptoes so he could whisper in the older mans ear. "Don't fight
it, Master. Let me love you. Give in to your desires."
The warm breath whispering against his ear was like heaven to
Qui-Gon and the words were so tempting. Oh, how he longed to
give in to those words to love and be loved by his Padawan. It
would be so easy to just give himself over to the promise of
pleasure the sensual voice held. But no, he could not. This
wasn't Obi-Wan talking, it was the nectar and as much as he
wished it were, he could not take advantage, would not
take advantage no matter how tempting the offer.
With a force-induced shove, Qui-Gon broke free once again from
his apprentice's grasp and moved quickly once again to a safe
distance. "Padawan, please do not make this difficult for
either of us, you know not what you want. You are under the
influence of the nectar. Please trust me on this. Please?" Then
with a wave of his hand, he commanded "Sleep."
Obi-Wan laughed as his Master tried to use the force against
him to induce sleep. "That won't work, Master... and once
again, I tell you I know what I want and I am quite in control
of my mind at the moment." With a wave of Obi-Wan's hand,
Qui-Gon was tossed onto the bed like rag doll. Before the Jedi
Master had a chance to react, his apprentice pounced,
straddling him and pinning his hands above his head in a swift
movement of the force.
"Let me up, Obi-Wan." The Qui-Gon warned, a desperate edge in
his voice.
"No." Obi-Wan replied plainly before crushing his lips to
Qui-Gon's once again in a searing kiss. Breaking the kiss, the
younger Jedi rained tiny kisses over the elder's face before
moving down his jaw to his ear. Obi-Wan delicately traced his
Master's ear with his tongue before sucking the lobe into his
mouth and gently nipping.
"Do you still want me to let you up, Master?" Obi-Wan breathed
into his ear.
"Yes." Came the shaky reply.
Without responding, Obi-Wan returned to his ministrations,
kissing his way down the long column of Qui-Gon's neck to worry
the flesh above his collarbone with his teeth. Returning to the
lushness of Qui-Gon's mouth, Obi-Wan swept his tongue past the
elder's lips, probing and exploring the velvet-like cavern. A
low moan escaped from the depths of Qui-Gon's throat, betraying
him.
Obi-Wan smiled and pulled back to look deeply into Qui-Gon's
eyes. "Do you still want me to let you up, Master?" Obi-Wan's
voice was husky with desire and yearning, his eyes full of love
and need.
Qui-Gon took a deep breath and tried to calm his thoughts, his
body. "Yes." Came the reply, although it sounded more like the
last plea from a dying man then a response.
"I don't believe that's what you really want..." Obi-Wan
trailed off. Then to emphasize his point, he ground himself
down against Qui-Gon's hardness. "Your body betrays your words,
Master."
Qui-Gon closed his eyes and tried desperately to center
himself, to calm his raging body. His body was winning the
battle it was raging with his mind. He didn't know how much
longer he could hold out, how much longer before he cried out
for Obi-Wan to kiss him again. His mind fought back, reminding
him that one night's pleasure was not worth losing the trust
that had been built up over the last decade or the decades of
trust and friendship that were still to come. He would not
sacrifice the future to the moment. He loved Obi-Wan too
deeply.
With a sudden movement, Qui-Gon bucked upwards, effectively
knocking Obi-Wan onto the floor. Struggling to get up, Qui-Gon
found the act futile, the force restraints were keeping him
pinned to the bed.
Picking himself up off the floor, Obi-Wan chuckled softly as he
eyed his Master. "I knew that you wouldn't give in without a
fight. It would be so much better if you just wouldn't fight...
I know you want this, I can feel it. Why do you fight so,
Master?"
"Padawan... Obi-Wan, listen to me...I value your trust, your
friendship, your...love too much to do this. You are not
yourself, my Padawan. You are under the influence of the nectar
and no matter how you tempt me... I cannot and will not
take advantage."
A mischievous glint in his eye, Obi-Wan casually replied "Then
if you will not take advantage, I guess I will..." With that,
the handsome young Jedi quickly shed his clothes and stood
naked in front of his Master. There was no embarrassment as he
stood there, only confidence and desire.
Qui-Gon found that hard as he tried he could not avert his eyes
from the sheer beauty that stood before him. The boy had most
certainly become a man. Obi-Wan had grown reasonably tall and
was lean and muscular, a far cry from the gangly and awkward
youth he had once been. His chest was smooth, save for the
light sprinkling of hair that graced the firm plane. His legs
were long and strait, his stomach rigid with muscle. Qui-Gon's
breath caught in his throat and he felt his cheeks flame, as
his gaze skimmed the part that made his Padawan a man. He had
seen his apprentice naked before, but never really realized how
well endowed the young man was, especially when aroused.
Obi-Wan basked in the warmth of his Masters gaze upon his naked
flesh. The touch of his eyes was like fire, burning him in its
intensity, heating him to the very core of his being. Qui-Gon
might say that he did not want this, but the heated gaze spoke
the truth plain as day. The desires of the Master were as hot
and urgent as those of his Padawan.
Returning to the bed, Obi-Wan knelt over Qui-Gon and flicked a
taut, brown nipple with his tongue. Qui-Gon shuddered as his
Padawan alternated between laving and nipping his flesh.
Ripples of desire and longing coursed through Qui-Gon veins,
startling him with its intensity. Continuing his sensual
assault, Obi-Wan kissed and licked a path down his Master's
chest and stomach until he encountered an obstacle. Qui-Gon's
sleep pants. Pausing briefly, to contemplate the offending
garment, he quickly reached a decision. Gripping the thin
material in his teeth and adding a little lift and pull from
the force, the obstacle was no longer an issue.
Seemingly satisfied with his removal technique, Obi-Wan
continued to methodically work his way down Qui-Gon's body.
Carefully avoiding Qui-Gon's raging hard-on, Obi-Wan move over
every inch of flesh. Laving it with his tongue, worrying it
with his blunt teeth, then soothing it with his lush lips.
Qui-Gon was visibly trembling, as his Padawan's tongue ran down
the instep of his foot and engulfed a toe in his hot mouth,
circling it, and teasing it as if it were his cock. Qui-Gon
closed his eyes as the sensations welled and built inside him.
Obi-Wan crawled up and settled himself between Qui-Gon's legs.
Qui-Gon nearly bucked him off the bed again when the sensation
of his Padawans hot breath caressed his swollen organ. "Tell me
you want this, Master. Tell me and I will release you and you
can touch me as I know you have longed to do."
Qui-Gon's whole world tilted and he moaned as Obi-Wan, not
waiting for an answer plunged his hot mouth down onto his
aching hardness. With alternating speed and suction, Obi-Wan
pumped his mouth up and down Qui-Gon's length, slowing
occasionally, to lave the head with his deft tongue while his
fingers gently massaged the heavy sac beneath.
Stopping his ministrations, Obi-Wan made a small hand gesture
and a small vile of oil flew to him from across the room.
Applying a small amount to his fingers, Obi-Wan slipped between
Qui-Gon's cheeks and delicately teased his opening. As he eased
a finger into the tight passage, he could feel the last of his
Master's resolve crumble. With a triumphant grin, Obi-Wan
commanded "Talk to me, Master. Tell me what you want."
With a resigned moan, and a voice gruff with longing and need,
Qui-Gon responded, "You, Padawan. Force save me, I want
you...now!"
"Yes, Master." As soon as the words were spoken, the bonds
lifted, Qui-Gon's knees met his chest and his Padawan was
filling him. So wondrous was the sensation that both men
groaned simultaneously. Obi-Wan snaked his arms under Qui-Gon's
and gripped the elders shoulders as he slowly began to thrust
in a rhythm as old as time itself. Qui-Gon skimmed his hands
over his Padawan's back and shoulders, murmuring endearments
between gasps of delight and pleasure.
Soon the friction of Obi-Wan's abdomen rubbing against his
engorged member was too much and Qui-Gon cried out "Obi-Wan"
and gripping his Padawan tightly spilled his seed between them.
Qui-Gon's pleasure tipped the scale and with a few more deep
thrusts, Obi-Wan too fell over the precipice, called out his
Masters name and spent his load deep inside.
Disentangling himself, Obi-Wan crawled up his Master's body and
into his waiting embrace. Resting his head on Qui-Gon's
shoulder and wrapping an arm around the elder Jedi he smiled
and sighed "Goodnight, Master."
Qui-Gon chuckled softly at his now fully relaxed and placated
apprentice. "Good night, Padawan. Sleep well."
Just before sleep claimed the younger Jedi, he mumbled "I love
you, Qui-Gon."
The admission made the elders heart soar with joy momentarily,
then the realization of what had just transpired began to set
it. What would happen come morning when the effects of the
nectar had worn off? What had he just done...what had he
allowed to happen? How would Obi-Wan react to this in the cold
light of day?
Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan tighter to his side in hopes that the
physical contact would help ease the darkness that was creeping
into his heart. Pulling a blanket over the two of them, Qui-Gon
pushed thoughts of morning from his mind so he could live in
the moment. In this moment, Obi-Wan was his and loved him. For
this moment, that was all that mattered.
Morning was still a long ways off and, for now, the
consequences could be damned!
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