Master Apprentice
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Of Rage and Love -- Missing Scene
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When he awakened, his time sense told him that less than an hour had passed. He snuggled closer to the warm, naked body behind him, not surprised to find that he had been stripped and lifted into bed.
"You are going to be very good for my ego," Qui-Gon rumbled near his ear, "if you faint every time we make love."
Obi-Wan laughed. "That," he said, nearly gasping the word out as Qui- Gon's blunt fingers caught and tweaked his nipple, "was the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me."
"Oh, my precious one," Qui-Gon said, his hand dropping down to stroke Obi-Wan's rapidly awakening cock, "that was just the beginning."
Obi-Wan stirred happily under his touch.
"And, now," Qui-Gon said, leaning closer to flick his tongue over a stiffly peaked nipple, "there is still the matter of your punishment."
Obi-Wan's eyes flew open wide. "Punishment? What punishment?"
"Your punishment," the older man said, moving his kisses lower onto a trembling stomach, "for speaking to your Master with such disrespect." He closed his mouth over Obi-Wan's navel, sucking lightly for a moment. "For raising your voice to me." He shifted to one side, teasing the ticklish skin over his Padawan's ribs. "For inappropriate language." He moved lower still, nibbling his way along the crease between hip and thigh.
"I was angry!" Obi-Wan argued, arching his back and pressing up into the touch. "And you still haven't convinced me that you didn't abandon me for being an unworthy Apprentice!"
Qui-Gon bit down, hard, on Obi-Wan's inner thigh, holding him still when he would have flinched away.
"Ah," he said, raising his head and pegging Obi-Wan with his most Masterly look. "And, I believe you know what the punishment is for implying that you're unworthy again, don't you?"
Obi-Wan pushed his lips into a pout like he had as a child. "Well, I still think ---" He broke off with a yelp as he was lifted abruptly and dropped, face down, across Qui-Gon's lap. He yelped again, louder, as a hand came down on his ass, stinging the flesh there.
"Stop it!" he demanded, pushing himself up with both hands. Before he could draw his next breath, his arms were pulled out from beneath him with the Force, and he landed nose first on the mattress. His hands were drawn behind him, his wrists pinned there in one of Qui-Gon's big hands. "Ow!" he shouted as the hand came down again, striking only his right butt cheek this time. "Stop it, Master! I'm way too old to spank!"
"Apparently not," Qui-Gon said, slapping him hard on the left cheek.
"Ow!" Obi-Wan struggled, his ass already on fire, but his Master held him down. "You can't do this to me!"
Qui-Gon spanked him again, several times. "Oh?" he asked, as casually as if they were discussing what flavor tea to brew. "Why can't I?"
"Because," Obi-Wan said, writhing as he was struck again. "If you hadn't dumped me in front of the entire Jedi Council, maybe I wouldn't feel so betrayed!"
"I," Qui-Gon said, emphasizing the word with a hard blow to the bright red flesh in front of him. "Did." The hand came down, even harder this time. "Not." Another blow, and Obi-Wan gasped in pain. "Dump you!" He ended the sentence with the hardest blow yet, this one making his Padawan howl like a hunting Wookiee.
"Okay! Okay!" Obi-Wan shouted. "I get the point!"
"Do you?" Qui-Gon asked. "Perhaps I should make certain."
He dumped Obi-Wan off his lap onto the bed and swung across him, straddling the backs of the younger man's thighs to prevent him from escaping. Gazing down in fascination at the slightly swollen ass, he ran his fingertips down it lightly, dipping into the crack.
Obi-Wan hissed, shifting restlessly as he tried to open his legs. "If I recall, Master," he said somewhat breathlessly, "there was a second part to your punishment."
"So there was, wasn't there?" Qui-Gon said. He pressed his fingertip against the puckered anus, pushing just the tip inside.
"Yes!" his Padawan gasped, trying to push back against him.
Qui-Gon leaned down until his mouth was touching Obi-Wan's ear, feeling his lover squirm as he pressed against his still stinging bottom. "Are you ready for me, beloved?" he whispered.
"Yes!" Obi-Wan gasped.
Qui-Gon shifted backwards, still pinning his lover's legs, and continued the spanking.
"OW!" Obi-Wan yelled after the first few blows. "Sith damn it! That hurts!"
Qui-Gon clucked his tongue. "This," he said, administering three more swats, "is for your continued use of foul language. And, this -" Three more swats followed, his weight holding Obi-Wan down. " - is on general principle."
"Please!" Obi-Wan cried out, his whole body, from the waist down, hurting: his ass, from the spanking, his legs, supporting most of his Master's legs, and his cock, swollen and throbbing and trapped between him and the mattress. "No more! Please, no more!"
Qui-Gon halted his hand in midair, then leaned down again to kiss his Padawan between his shoulder blades. "That part's done," he murmured against the skin, tasting the salt sweat and smelling the musk of his lover's arousal. He pressed his hips forward, his cock dipping between the hot buttocks. Obi-Wan hissed at the contact, then pushed back into it.
"Please . . ." the younger man moaned.
Qui-Gon kissed the back of his neck. "What is it that you want, my own?" he asked softly.
"You, Master!" Obi-Wan gasped. "You!"
Qui-Gon shifted, spreading Obi-Wan's legs and settling between them, urging the young man up onto his knees. Positioning himself carefully, he slid into the compliant body beneath him. Obi-Wan's passage was still slick from their previous lovemaking, but the spanking had made the firm cheeks swell, the skin much more sensitive. Qui-Gon used a touch of the Force to ease his way as he pushed inside.
"Shhh," he encouraged when Obi-Wan moaned and twisted beneath him. "Does it hurt badly?" he asked, too lost in his own passion to make the effort to check for himself.
"No," his young lover answered, his voice husky. "It hurts good." Qui-Gon began to move within him, each stroke slow and deep and wonderful, but oh, so very tight. He made himself breathe in the same rhythm, ragged little gasps edged with desperation. It hurt, and yet it felt good.
His Master was taking his time. He snaked one large hand around Obi- Wan's hips, grasping his erection and squeezing it gently. Shuddering and moaning, he lowered his chest to the bed and reached back to cover his Master's hand with his own. "Tighter," he whispered, closing Qui-Gon's grip. "Harder."
As Qui-Gon complied, Obi-Wan spread his knees wider, letting his Master in deeper still. Releasing his Master's hand, he stretched back, grasping one swollen, burning buttock and spreading himself more. Qui-Gon was still moving too slowly, too gently, and it was driving Obi-Wan mad with need.
"Harder, damn it!" he gasped, thrusting back as hard as he could, trying to take in more of that delicious, satin-over-steel cock.
With a roar that vibrated through Obi-Wan's nerves, Qui-Gon slammed into him, angling for his prostate. Obi-Wan cringed as his face scraped along the blanket, burning his cheek. But, he couldn't spare much thought for it as his Master continued to piston into him, hard and fast and so deep it felt as if they were one body instead of two.
"Yes!" he shouted, bracing himself with both hands. The tension was unbearable, the pressure in his lower abdomen building. Qui-Gon hammered against his prostate again, and Obi-Wan shrieked like a dying animal and came. As he went limp with his release, Qui-Gon drove in still deeper, his full weight mashing the smaller man into the bed. He gasped against the back of Obi-Wan's neck as his own release shot through him.
As the aftershocks died away, Obi-Wan became aware that Qui-Gon had collapsed beside him, one arm and one leg still draped over the Padawan's back.
"Master," he said, stirring. "That was --- "
"Incredible," Qui-Gon finished when Obi-Wan couldn't. His hand found the braid behind Obi-Wan's ear and he fondled it, tugging lightly. "I love you," he murmured.
"As I love you," Obi-Wan replied. He rolled onto his side and couldn't suppress a moan. "When you said you would fuck me so hard that I couldn't walk for a month, I didn't believe you." He turned onto his back, then immediate regretted it as his backside screamed in complaint. Correcting his position, he grinned wryly at Qui- Gon. "You did say that you would handle the rest of the mission, didn't you?" he quipped. "Because, I don't think I'll ever get out of this bed."
"Mmmm," Qui-Gon hummed. One hand reached out to lightly stroke the tight, stinging skin of his lover's ass. "I did warn you, you know."
"Perhaps someday I'll learn to listen."
"One can only hope."
Obi-Wan shifted again, wincing. "Actually, though, I'm not sure I can walk without a limp. You were, um, rather forceful."
Qui-Gon chuckled. "Be thankful that it is a long trip." He touched Obi-Wan's face, rubbing his thumb along the cleft chin. "Sleep for awhile, my own," he said, sending a light suggestion along with his words. "When we awaken, I shall see what I can do for your poor, aching body."
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan said, just before he let sleep take him.
The End