Master Apprentice
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Past and Future
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Trapped. Unable to help. Feeling despair, then an incredible, ripping pain. And then feeling... nothing, which was somehow the worst. The sudden loss of the bond that had been his anchor, his strength, for so many years.
As a sob was wrenched from his throat, Obi-Wan awoke, heart pounding and drenched in sweat. He looked over at Anakin, afraid he'd awakened the boy, but Anakin slept deeply for the moment, chest rising and falling evenly with each breath he took.
Obi-Wan sat up and suddenly the room seemed too close, the air too heavy. He frantically threw off the tangled bedclothes, and nearly ran to the wide double doors leading to the balcony. He pushed them open, stepping out into the cool night air of Coruscant.
The chilly breeze played across his naked chest, firming his nipples and raising a bit of gooseflesh. Obi-Wan leaned on the balcony railing, staring out at the city that was still busy, even at this hour.
His mind wandered, as it often did, to Qui-Gon.
// "My Master." Obi-Wan looked humbly, uncertainly, up at Qui-Gon.
"Your lover," Qui-Gon gently corrected. "For now, I am Qui-Gon."
"Yes," Obi-Wan said, smiling and leaning into Qui-Gon's embrace, letting his hands skim the broad shoulders and muscular back. Working with an easy grace, he divested Qui-Gon of his tunic and explored the skin he uncovered, reveling in its smoothness, broken only by the occasional battle scar.
Obi-Wan ran his fingers across each of these, treasuring them as he did each thing that made Qui-Gon unique.
Qui-Gon pulled away, shedding his leggings before quickly removing Obi-Wan's clothing.
Obi-Wan moved slowly backward, toward the threshold of Qui-Gon's bedchamber, a come-hither expression in his eyes.
Qui-Gon followed, a predatory, leonine look in his eyes.
Obi-Wan, heated by the gaze until he simply couldn't meet it anymore, cast his eyes downward momentarily and suddenly found himself being swept up and cradled against the broad chest.
Qui-Gon strode through the portal and deposited Obi-Wan gently on the bed before joining him...//
"Master!"
Anakin's cry of fear roused Obi-Wan from his musings.
Anakin was plagued by nightmares, most often of Qui-Gon's death at the hands of the Sith.
Obi-Wan shook the last vestiges of memory from his mind, turning away from the past and toward the boy who was his present and his future...
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