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and I won't be making any money off of them. So please don't
sue me, I'm broke anyway
Archive: Master and Apprentices, sure. Anyone else, just ask,
I'm pretty flexible
Warning: Q/O NC-17 action here, so if that isn't your thing,
clear out before its too late. Also, movie spoilers, although I
doubt there are any of us who haven't seen the movie...
Ok, just a warning here. I've adapted the movie a bit for my
own purposes so that this story could occur. (Like the entire
story isn't adapting the movie) Anyhow, let's just say that
after the council decides that Anakin won't be trained, instead
of rushing right back to Naboo, they all stay for the night and
leave in the morning. Works for you? Good. And here we go...
"I just don't understand why you must always go against the
counsel. You would be on the counsel if..."
He followed after Qui-Gon, who had already seen the boy to his
quarters. He knew his master wasn't angry, Jedi generally
refuse themselves the luxury of true anger, but he could feel
the frustration broadcasting from the older man. Qui-Gon walked
swiftly ahead of him and into his own quarters. The instant the
doors closed he swung around to face his apprentice.
"And you think I am wrong to want to train the boy?"
"I can't say whether or not such action would be wrong, I just
-feel- something, I..." he floundered, and finally fell silent,
not knowing how he could possibly justify his feelings. Aside
from the counsel's decision, he had his own reason's for not
wanting Qui-Gon to train the boy.
He was jealous, plain and simple.
It was petty and small minded, he knew, an emotion very
unworthy of one who was to be a Jedi Knight, but he felt it
regardless.
If Qui-Gon took Anakin as his Padawan then Obi-Wan would lose
him, never belong with him again. He would have to had made to
leap into Jedi eventually, of course, he had been training for
it most of his life, but a deeply buried part of him wanted to
wait just a bit longer.
He turned away from his master, knowing he was only marginally
successful in hiding his despair, but before Qui-Gon could say
anything, a sensation struck Obi-Wan. It overwhelmed his
personal emotions with *disturbance*darkness*blackness* and he
wavered, swaying on his feet. He felt Qui-Gon catch him before
he collapsed. He turned the younger man to face him, hands on
his shoulders as he held him steady.
"Obi-Wan? Are you all right? What's wrong?"
"I...I don't know. I -feel- something. I..." How to explain the
disturbance he felt, that darkness that hovered just out of
reach of his senses? His master was looking at him with
concern, waiting for him to finish explaining, but he couldn't.
All he knew is that he felt a -wrongness-. It was that feeling,
fear of that darkness, that pushed him, spurred him into doing
something that he had sometimes dreamed of but never actually
considered doing.
Obi-Wan leaned forward and pressed his lips to his master's.
He heard, felt, the older man draw a sharp breath, but Obi- Wan
went no further, nothing more than the light pressure of his
mouth on the other's. They stayed like that for what seemed an
eon, Qui-Gon's hands, still resting on his Padawan's shoulders,
trembled uncertainly, as if struggling to decide whether to
push away or pull closer.
Obi-Wan could feel that uncertainty, it thrummed through him,
their closeness had always allowed him to feel the other man
well, and he knew if he pulled away that this could be pushed
aside, the boundaries of master and apprentice could easily
fall back into place. But he could also feel that disturbance,
the darkness, and knew that if this was to happen at all it
must be now.
And so ever so carefully, he deepened the kiss, turning it from
passive pressure to gentle persuasion, coaxing for a response.
Tentatively, he traced the other man's lips with his tongue and
felt Jinn shudder almost imperceptibly in response. They hung
in the balance, tension and conflict mounting as a decision was
sought. Those hands on his shoulders tightened and Obi-Wan gave
an inner cry, certain he was about to be thrust away, the
battle lost. And then, those same hands pulled him closer as
Qui-Gon opened himself up to the younger man's embrace.
Relief surged through him, followed swiftly by desire as
Qui-Gon wrapped his arms around him to press full length
against him. The hesitant kiss was lost, replaced by an eager,
exploring one as they tasted each other.
Obi-Wan allowed his hands to slide upward, cupping Qui- Gon's
face, testing the texture of his beard before traveling further
and losing themselves in the soft hair on the sides of his
head, stroking the heavy, silken mass before roaming lower.
They slipped underneath Jinn's dark brown robe, stroking and
massaging the strong muscled back through the thin shirt. He
was gratified to hear a muffled groan from the older man and
abruptly found himself moving backwards until he was pressed
against the wall.
"We shouldn't do this," Qui-Gon gasped out, finally breaking
the kiss but not releasing Kenobi. Instead, he trailed soft
kisses and nips down the line of the young man's chin. Obi-Wan
tilted his head to allow better access. Pressed hard against
the wall by Qui-Gon's body there was no question of the other
man's arousal and that knowledge made it difficult to think.
"This...this is wrong...the counsel..." Qui-Gon's speech was
interrupted by the more pressing matter of kissing his
apprentice. A relationship of a sexual nature between a Master
and his Padawan was more than just a little frowned upon by the
counsel. Such heated emotions between a student and a teacher
made for poor learning.
Distracted as he was, however, he didn't even make a token
resistance when, in a blur of movement, Obi-Wan reversed their
positions and he found himself with his back against the wall,
Kenobi looming in front of him.
"It is not wrong! You told the counsel that I was ready for the
trials, that you could teach me no more." Gray eyes bore into
blue and Obi-Wan saw acceptance seep into Jinn's gaze. He
leaned in then, tracing the curve of Qui-Gon's ear with his
tongue before whispering, "It isn't wrong, the time for student
and teacher is over." He frowned when Jinn shook his head and
pulled back to look at the older Jedi.
"No, no it isn't over, not yet." The solemn look on Qui- Gon's
face froze something inside Obi-Wan until those lips quirked
upward. "I believe, however, that the lessons are going to
change. I do have a few things left that I can teach you." He
pulled Obi-Wan back into his embrace, kissing him with feverish
intensity.
The cold fear inside him melted away and Obi-Wan returned the
kiss enthusiastically, tongue's twining as hands searched for
and found points of sensitivity. Obi-Wan struggled with the
stubborn belt holding Jinn's shirt closed and finally broke it,
tossing it aside as his hands discovered the newly exposed
skin.
Breaking the kiss, Obi-Wan slid lower, his mouth tracing a path
downward. He paused briefly at the base of the throat, his
tongue probing the slight hollow there before resuming. Lower,
lower he tasted Jinn's salt-sweet skin and reveled in the gasps
and moans coming from above him as he found one area or another
that aroused the other man. The nipples, which he nibbled and
sucked into tiny, hard peaks. His hands preceded him, lightly
stroking the hard muscled stomach before his mouth explored the
texture, moving down to kneel before the older man.
The loose pants were no barrier at all and he edged them lower
with his chin, following the line of dark hair that ran from
Qui-Gon's navel and lower. Underneath the pants were thin
shorts of the same unbleached cloth that the rest of their
clothes were made from. Standard Jedi clothing that he was
wearing himself. He could see the erection straining against
the fabric, one place was damp-darkened at the tip of that cock
and before he thought about it, he leaned forward and kissed
the spot.
Qui-Gon gasped loudly and Obi-Wan spared a look upward to see
the Jedi leaning against the wall, his head tilted back as he
breathed heavily. His robe and shirt hung open exposing him to
the younger man's avid gaze. He was a picture of utter
sensuality, one that Obi-Wan had no will or desire to resist.
He leaned forward and kissed the tip again through the cloth
and again was reward with a groan, and this time a whispered,
"Please..."
Heat flooded to his own groin at that plea, but he ignored it.
Instead, he edged the fabric down until that heavy cock sprang
free. He had seen Qui-Gon naked before, after twenty-odd years
of acquaintance it was almost to be expected, but he'd never
seen him like this, erect and crimson, the tip leaking clear
fluid.
He allowed himself only a brief look before he closed his lips
over the straining flesh. He was hesitant at first,
inexperienced as he was. Celibacy was the rule rather that the
exception among trainee's, a physical relationship being far
too distracting for someone learning the ways of the Jedi. But
he more than made up for his lack of knowledge with enthusiasm,
sucking hard, then stroking with his tongue, bring his hands up
to cup and gently squeeze the soft sac underneath.
Jinn sagged into the wall, all his attention focused in the
heat enveloping his erection. He looked down at the beautiful
figure kneeling in front of him and nearly screamed in
frustration when the young man pulled back and nibbled gently
at the crown, teasing and licking at the head of the shaft.
Kenobi knew what his master, now his lover, was feeling, knew
when his ministrations brought pleasure, their common link
through the Force allowed such intimacy. Any lingering
uncertainty melted away and he slid his hands around to cup
Qui-Gon's buttocks, encouraging him to thrust deeper into his
mouth.
A hand clasped the back of his neck, a plea as much as a
warning, and Kenobi felt the other man stiffen, heard the
sharp, "Ah!" exclaimed above him. Immediately, he took that
hard cock as deeply as he could, swallowing his gag reflex as
it throbbed and jerked, spurting hot fluid. He drank that
salty-bitter liquor gratefully, savored the taste as the flow
ebbed and Jinn's erection softened. He released it, kissed the
silky head one last time and leaned backwards as Qui-Gon's
knees gave out and he sank down into Obi-Wan's embrace.
He lay there, panting, in the circle of his former student's
arms for a long moment. Obi-Wan's hands were rubbing circles
soothingly on his back and the soft lips that had begun this
were pressing tender kisses on the top of his head. A distant
part of his mind decided that maybe Obi-Wan didn't need any
training in this area after all. As he came back to himself, he
realized he could still feel the unfulfilled arousal radiating
off of Kenobi. He smiled in private amusement. Perhaps it was
time for him to resume the teacher's role.
Obi-Wan found himself abruptly moved from kneeling to staring
up at the ceiling before even that was blocked out by a head
over his own capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. He was
captured in a whirlwind of sensation as Qui-Gon's hands and
lips suddenly seemed to be everywhere. He lay back, all
coherent thought wiped away by hands that never stilled. His
clothes seemed to vanish under the onslaught and those hands
encompassed his exposed skin. They seemed to stroke him
everywhere at once, the smooth expanse of his chest, over his
hips, the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, everywhere but
where he wanted, -needed- those hands to be.
He struggled for words that he couldn't form through the haze
of pleasure and longing clouding his mind. -Please!- he cried
out, silently. The hands paused, so close that he could feel
the heat of them on his skin.
-Please what?-
The words weren't spoken but Obi-Wan heard them regardless. He
arched towards those hands lingering over him, trying to make
contact. "Please, touch me."
The response was immediate. The hands that had been taunting
him so enticingly were now stroking and squeezing his
previously neglected erection and the world seemed to blur
before his eyes as he came. He was dimly aware of the heated
liquid flowing out to coat his stomach and those hands, which
were gentle now as they coaxing the last drops of fluid from
his softening cock.
Obi-Wan lay sprawled on the cool floor, too exhausted to even
open his eyes while his breathing calmed. Fingers were tracing
soothing patterns on his chest and he gave an appreciative sigh
at the ministrations. Until they slid down his side and he
reflexively twisted away from the ticklish sensation, finally
opening his eyes.
Qui-Gon was sitting cross-legged next to him, his pants pulled
up but his shirt still hung open. They stayed that way,
silently regarding each other while the minutes ticked by. Now
that it had finally occurred, Obi-Wan had no idea what to say
or do. What response would be appropriate? Before he could
decide Qui-Gon took the matter out of his hands by leaning
forward and kissing him, with less passion than genuine warmth.
"That was somewhat unexpected, my Padawan but certainly...
pleasant." Obi-Wan looked at his master in disbelief.
"Pleasant?" He felt as if every nerve he had had just been
wrung dry and the best word Qui-Gon could come up with was
pleasant? He was about to pursue the matter when his lips were
captured again in an achingly tender kiss.
"-Very- pleasant," Qui-Gon murmured against his lips. "However,
we do have important matters to deal with tomorrow, I suggest
we get some sleep."
Obi-Wan sat up and searched his friend's face for a long
moment. "Can I..." he started awkwardly, then stopped, still
unsure of the new status of their relationship. Qui-Gon waited
patiently, his eyes encouraging. He took a breath and started
again. "May I stay here tonight? I'd like...I'd like to wake
tomorrow, with you." He held his breath but all his fears
melted away at Qui-Gon's warm smile.
"My love, if you don't stay here, I shall be forced to chase
after you." Obi-Wan felt a warm tingle go through him at the
endearment and he allowed the larger man to tug him to his feet
and lead him towards the bedroom. A quick trip to the bathroom
to cleanse himself and then he was snuggled underneath the
blankets in Qui-Gon's comforting embrace.
At least, it should have been comforting. The other man had
stripped out of his clothes and was pressed against him from
behind, one hand resting lightly on Obi-Wan's hip. His body,
which he would have thought quite ready for sleep, was in fact
reacting to the other man's closeness in a rather predictable
manner. Worse, Qui-Gon did not seemed to be experiencing the
same trouble and had quickly fallen asleep. He squirmed
uncomfortably, trying to ignore his body's demands but that
only pressed him closer to the older man and he nearly groaned
at the feeling of that warm skin, the sensation definitely not
helping his little problem.
-Not so little a problem-, he thought wryly, and he shifted
again, trying to find a more comfortable position. An arm
abruptly wrapped around him.
"Hold still."
The action served to pull him tightly against the other man and
he couldn't stifle the gasp that escaped. He twisted again,
trying to put at least a little distance between him and that
warm skin. That plan backfired when the arm around him
tightened, trying to still him.
"Obi-Wan." The younger man heard the exasperation in his
master's voice and went completely still. Better to suffer a
little than get kicked out of bed. The arm around him relaxed
and they lay quietly for a long moment before Obi- Wan felt a
warm burst of breath on his neck as the other man sighed. "Ah
well, who needs sleep anyway?" Qui-Gon murmured, before
pressing himself firmly against his apprentice's back,
revealing his own reaction to Obi-Wan's fidgeting.
The heated length pressing against his back banished all
thoughts of sleep from Obi-Wan's mind, as did the hand that had
started caressing his chest. Long fingers lightly pinched his
nipples, drawing a ragged gasp before they drifted lower,
dipping into his navel, exploring the smooth plane of his
stomach before drifting lower still. They discovered his
erection and teased it for a moment, finding a drop of sticky
fluid and smoothing down over the shaft.
Obi-Wan arched against that hand but it fled, moving instead
down his flank, stroked one smooth globe lightly before moving
to the crevasse between. The young man stiffened as those
fingers teased the entrance of his body, but Qui-Gin soothed
him without words, letting him feel his master's love and
caring through their link, reassuring Obi-Wan that he would
never cause him pain. The young Jedi relaxed and Qui-Gon slid
one finger inside that tight passage.
Obi-Wan inhaled sharply at the intrusion, but before he could
adjust to it, Qui-Gon was pulling back and away from him.
Protests rose to his lips only to be stifled by Qui- Gon's
mouth on his own.
"I'll be right back," he reassured, before rising and going
into the bathroom. He could hear the Jedi master rummaging
about but before he could ask Qui-Gon returned and embraced him
again. The hands on his backside returned but this time those
fingers were slick and cool as they probed, sliding easily in
and out. One finger became two and Obi-Wan found himself
arching helplessly towards them, wanting, needing more. He
nearly cried out when those fingers pulled away but fell silent
when they were replaced by something larger, hotter.
Slowly, it pressed forward, just the tip inside him when
Qui-Gon paused, allowing his lover to adjust to this new
invasion. Much as he wanted to simply thrust inside and
complete their joining, he would sooner become a Sith than hurt
this trusting, beautiful creature. Only when he felt the
younger man push back against him, demanding more, did Qui-Gon
continue, inching his way into that virgin-tight passage.
Obi-Wan's entire universe was centered around the man behind
him, the brush of his beard against his shoulder, the hand that
was stroking his hip so gently, encouraging him to relax, to
open himself. And the thickness that was easing its way inside
him. He expected pain, had always heard that there was pain,
but after a brief moment of discomfort there was only tightness
and heat. He was so relaxed underneath his master's blanket of
comfort that it was only when he felt the heat of Qui-Gon's
stomach against his backside did he realize that cock which had
felt so huge was actually all the way inside.
The rested like that for a time, absorbing the sweet sensation
of ultimate closeness, until they could wait no longer. They
rocked together, gently at first, then with some force. Obi-Wan
arched into those heated thrusts wanting more, needing more,
until he heard -it-.
-Let me in.- He stiffened, shocked to hear words whispered
directly into his mind.
-Please, love, let me in.- Qui-Gon never paused, moving inside
his beautiful apprentice, who was balancing on a razor edge of
apprehension and love. This physical union was more than
pleasing, but he wanted more than just a joining, he wanted a
bonding and he pleaded with his student again, -let me, let me,
oh please, my love, let me in- And endless moment of waiting
and then, a tendril extended towards him. He captured it
gently, eased himself into his Padawan's mind as carefully as
he had entered his body, until they were as one, mind and body.
Obi-Wan cried aloud as sensations doubled, tripled inside him,
feeling his own pleasure as well as Qui-Gon's. They held on to
it as long as they could, fighting as losing battle against
their approaching climax. The hand on Obi- Wan's hip shifted to
his erection, squeezing in time to their steadily increasing
thrusts until with a shudder he came, spilling his seed over
his master's hand for a second time that night. Barely a second
later he felt a liquid rush inside him as Qui-Gon came and they
both collapsed, the reverberations of ecstasy still echoing
between them.
Breathing harshly, Qui-Gon pulled away and they both sighed at
the sensation it created. Obi-Wan shifted onto his back and
pulled the older man into his embrace. Qui-Gon went without
protest and they rested, their link easing back until they
belonged to themselves once again, yet open enough to still
feel the other. Obi-Wan felt his lover drift off to sleep, the
events of the past days catching up to him. Exhaustion was
tugging at Obi-Wan as well and he closed his eyes, welcoming
rest.
*darkness*
His eyes snapped open at the disturbance and Qui-Gon shifted
uneasily in his arms but didn't wake. Obi-Wan closed his eyes
again, reaching out with the Force, trying to form some picture
of what was there but it hung back at the fringes of his
consciousness.
He tightened his arms around his lover, knowing only that this
feeling concerned his master in some way. He lay awake that
night, holding his beloved while he slept, looking out into the
darkness and knew something was waiting.
End
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