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Out Into Freedom, Part 6
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Qui stared up at the ceiling. It was well past midnight and still his Master had not returned. He sighed.
"You've really done it this time," he told himself aloud. For the hundredth time, he sent his thoughts out along their bond to try to reach Obi-Wan, and for the hundredth time failed. The young Knight's shields were up at full strength, shutting Qui out completely.
It was warm in their rooms, and Qui had found even the thin sleep clothes he had been given much too hot to sleep in. So, he sprawled naked in his bed, even his sheet tossed to one side. But, sleep would not come.
He had stayed awake all night, listening for the door that would signal his Master's arrival. Where could he be? Probably with Bant, he thought darkly. Instantly, he caught himself, pushing the jealousy away. He had thought he was over that. He and Bant had become friends, of a sort, or at least confidants. She was nice, and he knew that she was very important to Obi-Wan.
Maybe that's why he can't give his heart to me, Qui thought sadly. Maybe his heart is already taken. The idea was almost too painful to consider. Qui loved Obi-Wan so much that it hurt. He had indulged himself by touching his Master on two different occasions. The first, when he had kissed the Knight, had been a disaster. Obi-Wan had pushed him away, both physically and emotionally. The second time his Master had been asleep, caught in the painful process of Quietin withdrawal. Obi-Wan didn't know about that one --- or at least Qui hoped he didn't.
He sighed. It had been so wonderful, touching his Master like that. He remembered the impressive genitals, nestled in the cinnamon colored hair, and how they had responded to his touch. He remembered Obi-Wan's bare chest, and the nipple that had hardened under his caress. The skin was so soft and amazingly tanned for someone who spent so much time concealed beneath Jedi robes.
Make the memory last, Qui, he told himself. It's obvious that Obi-Wan doesn't want me. And, why should he? I'm nothing but a prison swab, a slave, and now a Padawan. Why would a Jedi Knight be interested in me?
So caught up was he in his sorrow that he didn't hear the door to his room open until his Master stepped inside. Blushing at his nudity, Qui snagged the edge of the sheet and pulled it across him. His eyes flickered up to meet Obi-Wan's, the other's blue-green and sharp and impossible to read. He started to sit up but was waved back down.
"You should be asleep, Padawan," Obi-Wan said as he moved to stand beside the bed. His nearness sent a wave of need, hot and cutting, straight to Qui's groin. To his mortification, his cock began to respond. He bent one leg to try to hide it.
"I ---" He broke off before he answered, not knowing what to say. I was waiting up for you, Master? I couldn't rest because of the pain of our dying soul bond? Neither answer would likely get the response he wanted. "I couldn't sleep," he said finally.
Obi-Wan nodded. "I know." He sat down on the edge of the bed and drew a deep breath. "We have some unfinished business between us," he said, his voice soft. In the next moment, he lowered his shields, and the full force of the ragged, starving bond surged into Qui's head.
It hurt! Oh, ghods, it hurt! It was like being dipped into fire, or lowered into acid. It sliced through his head, tore through his heart like a dull saw blade. He heard himself gasp as he struggled to bring the agony under control. So, he thought bitterly, this is how it will end. The soul bond, unwanted by his Master from the beginning, wouldn't be allowed to slip slowly into oblivion. No, Obi-Wan would make him feel it as it was torn asunder, ripped apart. There was a kind of harsh justice to the idea, and Qui knew he wouldn't fight it.
He breathed around the pain and closed his eyes, willing it to be over.
A warm weight settled over him as Obi-Wan straddled his hips, pushing his knee down on the bed. He didn't open his eyes, not wanting to see the relief in his Master's face when this nonsense was put behind them once and for all. He resisted the urge to struggle when he felt Obi-Wan gather up the frayed, tattered remnants of the bond, knowing it would do no good, knowing it would be the worst kind of disobedience to this man that he had sworn to respect above all others. He clinched his hands into the bedclothes, and hung on, waiting for the worst.
"Qui," a soft, sad voice said from above him. "Look at me, please."
Oh, ghods, he thought, not that! But he obeyed. The blue-green eyes filled up his vision, the pupils large and black. He was getting some sort of odd sense from the Knight, something that he couldn't really grasp. He wanted to reach for it, to puzzle it out, but he didn't think it would be proper.
Not proper, like the soul bond he had initiated.
Pain and a deep, cutting sense of loss tore an involuntary moan from him. His Master's eyes narrowed.
"Don't be afraid," Obi-Wan told him. "Please, don't be afraid." He reached out with one hand and stroked down the length of Qui's bare chest, from throat to navel, pushing aside the sheet. Qui longed to arch up into the touch, wanting and needing it so much. Then, the touch moved lower, baring his half-full cock.
Qui bit his lip, flushing under the attention. Was this how one broke a soul bond? Surely not. But, if not, then what was his Master doing?
"Tell me what you want, Qui," Obi-Wan said, his voice deep and husky.
Qui bit down harder, needing the pain, as Obi-Wan's finger moved lower still, tickling his scrotum. "To be your Padawan!" he managed to gasp out, struggling against the need to thrust up into his Master's hand. If this was a test, it was the worst kind of cruelty, and Qui didn't think he'd survive it.
One finger became more, and his balls were gently lifted and weighed. "What else?"
Qui shook his head. What did Obi-Wan want him to say?
But the Knight was persistant. "Tell me," he said, wrapping his fist around Qui's length.
"You!" Qui shouted, bucking into that touch. "I want you and I can't have you and it isn't proper for a Padawan to want his Master and I promised to obey you and ---!"
A finger on his lips silenced him. Obi-Wan leaned in close. "Let me show you what I want, shall I?"
Their lips met. Heat and softness and need and the briefest touch of a tongue pushed Qui over the edge. He erupted in orgasm, pumping his seed across his stomach and into his Master's hand. It was glorious, and it was terrible, and Qui wanted to do it over and over again!
Obi-Wan deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into Qui's mouth. The waning soul bond flared like an erupting sun, filling the universe with light.
"Oh!" Qui gasped, the word swallowed by his Master's lips. The Knight's hands were everywhere, touching and stroking and pinching. Qui writhed under it, feeling the other's weight pressing down on him. His cock, trapped between their bodies, was suddenly hard again. Obi-Wan rocked forward against it, the fabric of his tunic startling and wonderful against his super sensitized skin.
The hands left him, and he heard the rustle of fabric. Daring to open his eyes, he saw his Master removing his tunic, unfastening his leggings. He watched wide eyed as more and more skin was revealed.
"Master?" he asked, his voice coming out soft and hoarse and slightly quivering.
"I was wrong, Qui," Obi-Wan said, lifting first one leg and then the other as he slipped out of his leggings. His cock was gloriously erect and already moist at the end. "I do love you. I love you more than life, more than the Order, more than anything in the Universe. And, if you still want me, I'm yours."
Qui had to swallow a couple of times before he could speak. "Mine?" he finally squeaked.
Obi-Wan smiled and nodded. Naked now, he sat down lightly on his Padawan's thighs, reaching forward to trail one finger around Qui's nipple. "Yes. Is that what you want?"
"Oh, yes!" The unfinished bond surged and crackled between them, feeling as if it were electrifying the very air around them. "But, I thought --- you said --- but you didn't ---" He broke off, forced himself to take a deep breath. "I thought you said this wasn't proper?" he managed to get out.
Obi-Wan chuckled, tilting his head back and exposing a long line of throat that Qui longed to lick and kiss and suckle. "Yes, I did say that, didn't I?" He looked back down, and his gaze smoldered into Qui's. "I believe I was mistaken."
Qui gasped, his heart pounding so hard in his chest that he was sure they could hear it all over the Temple. "Then, we can complete the soul bond? We can really be together?"
"I would like that very much, beloved," Obi-Wan told him.
Without thought, Qui reached up and pulled his Master down against his chest. As their lips met again, the bond expanded again, surging and swelling and pulsing between them. "Please," Qui gasped as he pulled away. "Take me!"
A warm, callused hand stroked down the side of his face. "No, beloved. Not tonight. You've been too used lately, too abused. Tonight, you take me, if you're willing."
Shock widened the blue eyes. Was Obi-Wan really suggesting that he --- ?
Obi-Wan was smiling down at him, their faces mere inches apart. "Would you like that, Qui?"
Instead of answering, Qui pulled Obi-Wan down into another kiss. One hand entwined in the long, red-blonde hair, the other stroked down the naked back until it found that most intimate of openings. He pushed his fingertip inside, feeling Obi-Wan gasp into his mouth and writhe deliciously. He worked the finger in knuckle deep, twisting it a little to find that hidden spot he knew was there.
Obi-Wan arched upwards, breaking their kiss. "Yes!" he hissed.
Leaving his finger in place, Qui rolled them both over until he was on top. He grinned down at the flushed face beneath him. "More?" he asked, the word coming out as a growl.
Obi-Wan's pupils dilated in the dim light. "Oh, yes," he purred. He held out a hand and a tube of something flew into it. He squeezed out a palmful of sweet-smelling lubricant and reached down between their bodies to coat Qui's cock with it. "Now," he said, burying his face in the dark hair on his Padawan's chest. "Now, please, Qui."
Rolling to his knees, Qui pushed his Master's legs apart and up, watching his face for signs of pain as he positioned himself at his entrance. Slowly, oh so slowly, he eased inside. He saw a brief flicker of pain, felt it through the bond, and stilled, only to press in deeper when it passed. Soon, he was buried to the balls.
He could never have imagined how wonderful it felt. Tight and hot and oh so very right. He stayed still, exploring the body before him with hands and mouth, giving them both time to adjust to this new experience. Soon, Obi-Wan was writhing under him.
"Please!" the young Knight said, his head thrown back against the mattress as Qui feasted on his exposed throat. "Please, Qui, I need you to move!"
Obedient to the last, the former slave began the slow glide out and then pushed strongly back in. Faster and faster he moved, finally reaching down to take his Master's erection in his hand. He began to pump it, his own pleasure doubling and redoubling as it joined Obi- Wan's and was reflected back to him. It was too incredible, too intense, and neither man lasted long. They came together, shouting out their completion as the soul bond showered them both with blazing white light and scorching energy that made them both collapse bonelessly onto the bed.
It was a long time before Qui came back to himself. When he did, it was to find his Master leaning over him. He reached out tentatively through their link and found ---
He gasped. In every way that mattered, he WAS Obi-Wan! He could feel the other's breath flowing in and out of his body, could hear his heartbeat in his ears, could sense his thoughts and touch his soul . . .
"Is it ---?'
Obi-Wan smiled down on him. "Yes, my love. The soul bond is completed. Nothing can ever separate us now. Not life or even death." He ran the backs of his fingers down Qui's bearded cheek. "Are you happy?"
Qui felt his face stretch into a huge grin. "Oh, yes! I love you so much, my Master!"
A brief but loving kiss was his answer. "And, I love you, my Padawan."
In the main room, the com buzzed with an incoming message. Obi-Wan leaned in for another kiss before rising and going to answer it, pulling on his leggings on the way. When he switched it on, Bant's smiling face greeted him. "I wanted to be the first to congratulate you!" she said happily.
Obi-Wan blinked, glanced over his shoulder at Qui, who was just emerging from the bedroom wrapped in his robe. The young Knight looked back at the screen. "How did you know?" he asked.
Bant rolled her eyes. "Are you kidding? Even if you didn't look so well fucked, you two weren't exactly shielded, you know. Every Jedi within a thousand parsecs knows!"
Obi-Wan groaned low in his throat, then grinned at Qui in reassurance, reaching up to take his hand when he stepped near. "Well, at least a formal announcement won't be necessary."
"I should say not!" Bant said. "So, when's the ceremony?"
"We haven't discussed that yet," Obi-Wan told her somewhat impatiently. "Can we at least get through our bonding night first?"
The Healer's smile widened. "Of course. Play nice," she said with a wink, just before the screen went blank.
Obi-Wan swiveled in his chair and gazed up at the man he loved. "What?" he asked, feeling the question Qui was hesitant to ask.
The former slave grinned shyly. "I was just wondering," he said, his voice husky with need, "if we could do that again."
Obi-Wan stood, reaching up to pull Qui down into a long, deep, passionate kiss. "I don't know," he said when he was forced to come up for air. "I had something rather different in mind," he finished, right before he knelt and sucked Qui's half erect cock into his mouth, lowering him to the floor when his knees gave out.
"Mmmm, Master," Qui moaned, fighting the urge to clinch his fingers into Obi-Wan's long hair. "I do like how you think."
The End.