Disclaimer: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon belong to George Lucas. No
copyright infringment is intended. I'm not making any money off
of this.
Author's note: I'm thinking about turning this into a longer
adventure romp....maybe/maybe not.
Feedback welcome. Flames, keep 'em!
Obi-Wan was awakened by a noise. Alarmed, he peered into the
semi-darkness that lay like a blanket all around. With one
hand, he held firmly to his light saber, ready to strike out if
the need arose. Sweat glistened like pale pearls in the silvery
moon light, as it spiraled down his face. Even in the middle of
the night, this place was almost too warm. Every fiber of his
being was at the ready. The beating of his own heart was the
only intonation he heard. Realization dawned on him; it had
been the dream again.
"Not again! Why must I be cursed with that same dream?" the
young Jedi asked himself, already knowing the answer. He
removed his tunic, which was damp with sweat.
Exhaling, Obi-Wan looked above him into the ebony expanse of
night sky that seemed to reach out towards infinity. Pin points
of twinkling light looked back at him, trying their best to
somehow sooth him.
"I come all the way to this forsaken outpost of the Republic to
get away from him, and what happens?" the young Jedi asked,
knowing the answer.
Obi-Wan felt the warm breeze as it caressed his bare skin.
"Qui-Gon, why did I have to fall in love with you?"
A ripple in the force around him drew his attention to a bright
light in the night sky. Watching intently, Obi-Wan saw the ship
land. "Now, who would come to this place?" he asked himself. He
had hoped for peace and solitude. "It's a big enough place for
more than one," he shrugged.
As he lay back down on his bedroll, he let his mind drift back
in time . . .
"Obi-Wan!" the strong voice of his teacher cut through the air
like a sharp knife.
"Here, Master."
"Come here, Obi-Wan. I need to talk with you," Qui-Gon said.
"Master," the young Jedi said. "What is it?"
Qui-Gon placed a strong arm around the shoulders of his
apprentice. "You have been with me for many years now. You have
learned the art of the force well. It is time for you to become
a Jedi knight."
"But Master . . ."
"No, buts, Obi-Wan. You are ready. The Force is strong with
you," the older man had said.
The feel of his Master's arm around him made Obi-Wan feel safe.
But there was another feeling, one that shook the young man to
the core each time he thought of his master. A warm feeling
that began in the pit of his stomach and radiated outward to
engulfed him. At these times, the young apprentice wanted to
reach out and embrace the older man. How many times had he
dreamed of just that?
"Obi-Wan, are you listening to me?"
A warm flush started at the base of Obi-Wan's neck and soon
covered his face.
"Anything wrong?" Qui-Gon asked as he watched his apprentice
with amusement.
"I," Obi-Won began, but stopped as he felt his erection
straining in his pants.
"Yes?" the older Jedi asked.
Shifting his body, so as to conceal the growing bulge, Obi-Wan
answered, "If you think that I am ready, Master, I will do as
you think is best."
"Good."
"Master?" Obi-Wan began.
"What is it Obi-Wan?"
Biting his lower lip, the young Jedi turned his face so that
Qui-Gon could not see it. "Is it allowed for one Jedi to fall
in love with another?"
Qui-Gon was taken aback by the question. "There is no
prohibition against such a thing, Obi-Wan. But, the risks
involved can outweigh the benefits of such a love."
Obi-Wan continued, "Is not love the essence of the Force,
Master? And if it is, would not two Jedi, in love, be stronger
than one Jedi by himself?"
The older man reached out and brushed the younger man's short
cropped hair. "It can be my young Jedi, but with that kind of a
link comes an enormous responsibility. Two become as one, and
if the one dies, must not the other also?"
Obi-Won turned to look at his master, "But is that not the way
of the Force? Since I reached my twenty-fourth year, I have
felt a strong desire for another Jedi."
"Oh?" Qui-Gon asked. He looked at the handsome man that stood
in front of him. How he wanted to take him in his arms and hold
him tightly. When did I fall in love with him? he thought to
himself.
"I want to be with him more than I want anything else."
"It is a him?"
"Yes, Master."
"Call me Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan. We are equals now."
Before Obi-Wan could stop himself, he embraced the older man
and kissed him. As his lips touched Qui-Gon's, a sensation akin
to energy flooded him. The Force seemed to crackle with it.
Closing his eyes, the young Jedi felt as if he were being
baptized with fire. It suddenly dawned on Obi-Wan that Qui-Gon
was responding to the kiss. For a brief moment, it seemed that
two were one. Then suddenly, the older man broke the kiss and
pushed the young man away.
"No! It'is too dangerous. I can not allow it," the older Jedi
said.
A look of deep pain etched the face of Obi-Wan. "But, why not?"
Resisting the urge to take Obi-Wan back into his arms, the
older man shook his head sadly. "I think it best if you take
your leave of me tonight."
"You don't mean that," Obi-Wan said, bewildered.
"I do!" Qui-Gon said and walked away, leaving the young Jedi in
a state of pained confusion.
After that, the council had made Obi-Wan a full Jedi. For
weeks, the young Jedi had tried unsuccessfully to talk with
Qui-Gon. Finally, he had given up. By chance one evening while
out drinking, Obi-Wan had been told about a moon in the Endor
system where one could be alone. . .
So here he was, alone; except for the ship that had just
landed.
Another disturbance in the Force washed over the young Jedi.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and searched the energy that flowed
around him. Something familiar touched him. "Master!" the young
Jedi shouted.
In the night air, his voice sounded forlorn. Silently, e chided
himself for allowing his emotions to run uncontrolled.
Surveying the area that lay all around him, Obi-Wan saw not
another living creature. With a sigh, he lay down. His thoughts
centered around Qui-Gon. "Why can't I get you out of my mind,
Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan said softly, each word laced with pain.
"For the same reason I can't get you out of my mind."
Obi-Wan leaped to his feet. Standing in front of him was
Qui-Gon. His shoulder length hair looked luminous in the
moonlight.
"How did . . ." the young Jedi started to say, but was stopped
by Qui-Gon's lips pressed hungrily against his own.
Obi-Wan felt the older man's heart beating against his chest.
Desire washed over him as the kiss deepened. Without thinking,
the young Jedi's hands busily began to tug at Qui-Gon's
clothing. Seconds later, Obi-Wan was rewarded by the feeling of
his former teacher's hard chest pressed against his own.
Breaking the kiss, the older Jedi cupped Obi-Wan's chin in his
hand. "After you left, I knew we were meant to be. It was as if
half of me ceased to exist."
"And now?" the younger man asked expectantly.
"Now, I am complete."
Obi-Wan lowered himself back onto his sleeping mat, pulling
Qui-Gon down with him. The older Jedi began to explore the body
of his lover. As Qui-Gon's mouth stopped at the erect nipples
of the younger man, he flicked his tongue across them. Obi-Wan
moaned with pleasure. Working his way down the length of the
young Jedi's chest, Qui-Gon placed his hand on the fully erect
manhood of Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan held his breath as he felt his lover touching his
swollen member. In response, the younger man began to caress
Qui-Gon's erection. Time slowed to a stop as the two lovers
joined to form one . . .
. . . Obi-Wan awakened to find himself enfolded in the strong
arms of Qui-Gon. It wasn't a dream, he thought to himself.
Memories of what had happened during the night began to warm
him all over again. The older man had taken him to the edge of
a cliff, and then together--hand in hand--they had leaped off
into the intoxication of passion. His lover's warm skin sent
shivers of desire through Obi-Wan's body.
Qui-Gon opened his eyes slowly. Obi-Wan lay spooned up against
him invitingly. The smell of sex from their love-making
permeated them both. The older Jedi pressed closer against
Obi-Wan, and as he did his manhood began to rise. Letting his
hand wander down the well toned torso of the younger man,
Qui-Gon smiled as his fingers reached the swollen member of
Obi-Wan. Taking it in his hand, he began to massage it. Moans
of pleasure from the young Jedi spurred him onward.
"Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan whispered, "why did you come to me?"
"Because, foolish Jedi, I couldn't live without you. We are
destined to be one."
Obi-Wan turned until he lay facing his lover. Looking deeply
into the liquid brown pools that were Qui-Gon's eyes, he saw
something that made him shudder--love. Gently, the young man
kissed each eyelids. Then, Obi-Wan kissed the older man with
such an intensity that Qui-Gon felt as if his lips were on
fire. The Force around them churned spasmodically, the raw
intensity of both men's emotions feeding it.
Obi-Wan broke the kiss with a sigh of contentment. "Qui-Gon,
this feels just like I had imagined it would."
"No," the older Jedi said, "this feels much, much better."
Smiling, the young Jedi began to slide his mouth down his
lover's neck, leaving behind a wet path. As he paused at a
brown nipple, Obi-Wan kissed it tenderly. Following the trail
of hair that led from the older Jedi's chest, wandering down
over his flat stomach, and ending at the base of his groin,
Obi-Wan's lips soon reached the throbbing organ of his lover.
As Obi-Wan's mouth encased Qui-Gon's penis, he thrust upwards.
The young man slid his tongue up and down the length of his
lover's engorged erection, stopping to lap up the clear fluid
that leaked from its tip.
Raising his hips, Qui-Gon found himself lost in spasms of
pleasure.
Sensing that his lover was close to release, Obi-Wan felt his
own erection straining. He gasped as he felt Qui-Gon's hand
around it, stroking it. As the young Jedi continued to suckle
on his lover's manhood, an overwhelming feeling, which started
in the pit of his stomach and began to build like into a raging
fire.
With one final thrust of his hips, Qui-Gon exploded in the
mouth of his lover. As Obi-Wan felt the older Jedi's seed
filling his mouth, his own organ erupted like a geyser, spewing
hot jets of pearly white liquid all over the older man's hand.
At the same moment, the intensity that had been building inside
Obi-Wan burst. A blinding white light encased the two men,
making them glow.
"What was that?" Obi-Wan gasped, releasing his lover's spent
organ.
"That, my bonded, was the mergence of the Force. We are now
both a part of the other. My soul is yours and yours is mine."
As the older man spoke, Obi-Wan felt a presence in his mind and
in his heart--Qui-Gon. A feeling of completeness filled him,
and the emptiness that had always been there was gone. "We are
one?" he asked.
"Yes, we are as one, my chosen," Qui-Gon answered as he took
his lover into his arms and kissed him.
. . .Darth Maul felt a disturbance in the Force. Somewhere,
Jedi knights had joined together. He could feel their essences
mingling, becoming stronger. Hatred spread across his face. The
glass he held shattered as he tightened his grip around it.
Shards of razor sharp glass cut jaggedly into his hand and
drops of blood began to pour from the gashes. Still, Darth Maul
showed no emotion but one: hatred.
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