Master Apprentice  Archive Photographs & Memories:The Life and Times of Qui-Gon Jinn - 2000-01-23 |
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Rating: R
Spoilers: None
Summary: A series of "photographs" and "memories" that relate to Qui-Gon. Each segment is a stand-alone piece, and they are in no certain order.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.
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Author's Notes: These were inspired by the wonderful series "Snapshots: Obi-Wan Kenobi, This Is Your Life" done by Pumpkin. It is with her permission that I attempt a similar series about Qui-Gon's life. Pumpkin, thank you so much for allowing me to play in your sandbox.
Xanatos knew his Master was seeing him in a different light. Almost four years since
his disastrous attempt at seducing Qui-Gon and he had done everything to become the
perfect Padawan. He studied hard and was far ahead of his classmates. He spent most of his
free time in the practice halls, sparring with anyone available or striving to perfect his
katas, advancing quickly through the difficult levels. Whether in their quarters or on a
mission, Xanatos went out of his way to become the consummate Apprentice.
It was only during the past year that he finally started seeing how his hard work was
beginning to pay off. It was little things at first, catching Qui-Gon staring at him while
he exercised, noticing the way his Master's eyes would darken slightly when he stepped
nude from the fresher, still dripping while casually drying off. He pretended to never
notice those looks, but in fact, he was very aware of them.
Xanatos had perfected his shielding as well, and even when he slept the shields around his
secret were tight and unbreakable. No one guessed. Not even the strongest of Force
sensitives on the council saw him as anything other than the character he portrayed. He
was quite pleased that he was able to keep it up this long and do it so well. He had no
doubt that his success was a result of his intense need to destroy Qui-Gon.
When he had stormed from their quarters that night nearly four years before, Xanatos knew
exactly where he was going. Leaving the Temple grounds, he quickly found ground transport
and headed into the seedy lower levels of Coruscant. He exited the transport and walked
quickly down several streets until he came to a run-down building on an unlit street. He
placed his hand on the small metal pad at the side of the door, heard a series of clicks
and then the door swung inward.
He strode through the dark hallway and then up a flight of stairs and stopped at another
door. Once again he pressed his hand to the metal plate and the door swung open into a
dimly lit room. He was always surprised by how loud the music was in here as not a sound
could be heard through the closed door. Beings of every sort were drinking, talking,
dancing or involved in various lewd acts.
He ignored the crowd and walked over to the bar at the side of the room. Not speaking, he
threw a handful of credits toward the barkeep and continued to the end of the bar and
through another door. He was in a hallway with numerous doors on each side, some open,
many more closed. He strode purposefully down the hall, glancing quickly into the open
doors until he found what he wanted.
He entered the small room and closed the door behind him. The only piece of furniture in
the room was a large bed where a young man sprawled naked, trying to strike a sensuous
pose.
"You sure are a pretty one," the young man said, sliding a hand up to caress his
nipple.
"Shut-up whore," Xanatos spat as he started removing his clothes. Naked he moved
to stand next to the bed. "Suck me, whore," he commanded.
The young man rolled on to his side and lazily looked at the rampant erection. "Mmm,
I think I'm going to enjoy you." Before the words were completely out of his mouth,
Xanatos backhanded him, hard.
"I told you to shut-up, whore. I am not here for your pleasure."
The man looked up at Xanatos, wiping the blood from his mouth. "I like it rough,
too," he said as he brought his face toward the thick, turgid cock. Xanatos thought
about slapping him again, but then he felt the warm, wet mouth engulf him and he sighed
his pleasure.
After a few moments he pulled away from the young man. "On your knees, whore,"
he growled. The young man did as he was bid, wiggling his rear end seductively as he did
so.
Xanatos never hesitated but simply shoved his aching member deep into the other's tight
opening. The young man beneath him cried out sharply as he was penetrated and tried to
pull away. Xanatos reached down and grabbed the young man's hair, pulling it back angrily,
immobilizing him. The young man cried out again as Xanatos began to thrust deeply, pulling
almost all the way out before plunging back in, yanking the young man's head back with
each thrust.
It didn't take long before he felt the familiar feel of his balls beginning to tighten and
then with one more savage thrust he came, filling the young man with his seed. Only then
did he release his hold on the man's hair as he pulled out. The young man sagged down,
crying softly. Xanatos looked down at his softening cock, unconcerned by the blood he saw
there and quickly dressed and was gone.
He returned to the Temple but instead of his quarters, he went to the garden to meditate.
He spent the rest of the night thinking and planning, and by first light he felt he was
ready to begin his charade.
He walked slowly to his quarters and palmed the door opened, not surprised to see Qui-Gon
already up and sitting at his desk, watching him. Eyes cast downward, Xanatos moved to the
side of the desk and then slunk to his knees, affecting the appearance of perfect
contriteness.
"Master, I humbly ask your forgiveness for last night," he began, keeping his
voice low. "I behaved in a manner unfitting a Jedi Apprentice and I beg your
pardon."
He waited on his knees, feeling the heat of his Master's gaze.
"Xanatos," the voice was soft but filled with pain. "I am deeply saddened
by the events of last night."
"I am so sorry, Master," Xanatos said, willing his eyes to fill with tears.
"I don't know what got into me. It's just that you mean so much to me and all I have
ever wanted is to please you."
"You do please me, Padawan," Qui-Gon said as he reached with one finger to raise
the young man's head. "You have always been a good Apprentice, and I want you to know
that I do care very much for you."
"I know, Master," Xanatos whispered, pleased as he forced two tears to roll from
his eyes. "You have always been very generous with your affection and I allowed my
excitement at finally reaching my age of majority to cloud my senses. Can you ever forgive
me, Master?"
Xanatos could feel the gentle touch of his Master's mind on his own as Qui-Gon sought the
truth in his words. He forced thoughts of remorse and sorrow into the front of his mind,
carefully guarding his heart.
"Xani," Qui-Gon said softly. "I accept your apology. You need to spend time
meditating on releasing your emotions, especially your anger, into the Force, and I want
you to do that today while I am with the Council."
"Can we go back to the way things were before?" Xanatos asked meekly.
"No, Padawan, we cannot. But we can learn from this experience and become better
because of it. We will talk more of this in the days to come, but now I must attend
Council matters."
"Thank-you, Master," the young man said, bowing his head once again. "I
promise I am going to do everything I can to show you how glad I am that you are my
Master."
Qui-Gon chuckled as he rose from his chair. "I am already glad to have you as a
Padawan, Xani," he had said gently. "And we will get past this, you will
see."
And they had gotten past it, or at least Qui-Gon had and Xanatos allowed him to believe
that he had as well. Only through intense concentration and many visits to the brothel in
the lower levels of Coruscant was Xanatos able to pull the deception off. That and his
growing hatred for his Master.
Only when he was alone did he allow himself to pull out that hatred from the darkest part
of his mind. He was always amazed at the depth of the blackness as it washed over and
through him, growing in intensity each time he dropped the shields around it.
Xanatos used each piece of praise he received from his Master to feed the hate that
swirled within him. Every lingering look or touch was fuel to be used to strengthen the
flames of the darkness.
Recently he had began to detect an occasional tendril of desire coming from his Master's
dreams. The idea that he was actually being dreamed about made him giddy and more
determined than ever to see his goal to fruition. And he could wait. Oh yes. There would
come a day, he was sure, when Qui-Gon would let him know, in some way, that he would
welcome a relationship with his Padawan.
Only when he knew his Master was totally and completely in love with him would Xanatos
act. Then he would break him. Destroy him. Victory would be his.
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