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Rating: NC-17

Summary: Up against the wall, that's all.

Notes: Well, I had to take some time out to clean up the overcooked mess the boys had left in the oven from the last fic, so this one is short and  sweet. Well, violently sweet anyway... :) Thanks to Fuumin for the Hot Jedi Knight zine which was definitely an inspiration. Nobody does a rapturous Qui-Gon quite like she does... yum!

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It's warm against my fingertips, dry and rough, tickling and abrading in equal measure, radiating the heat of the day as the sun sets hesitantly behind a horizon ragged and broken up into thousands of towers and spires. Coruscant. The planet without a surface.

I feel the solid ground beneath my feet here, in the Square Garden, warm earth catching its breath after a hot day. I am absent-mindedly stroking a statue that has been here for centuries, so the Temple legend goes, a gift from some grateful ambassador. It is little more than a coarse rendition of a naked human in sandstone, but with the light fading around its square features and the glow of the dying summer day radiating off it, it comes close to the deity it's probably meant to represent.

And the less light is shed on it, the more it resembles my Master. At first I noticed that with amusement, but nowadays the Garden has become my  retreat in those rare hours when I have idle time and Qui-Gon doesn't want to be disturbed. Or rather, Qui-Gon's duties don't want to be disturbed -- Force knows I'm one lucky Padawan when it comes to my Master's affections and attentions, but occasionally he's just got to throw me out and do his job.

Like now. Actually like almost three hours ago. Idly, I tap on his mental door, and receive an agitated, metallic echo and a sweltering warmth that has nothing to do with compiling council reports and everything to do with what I would like to do to him right now. Exhilarated, I leave the statue unsatisfied in the falling dusk and make off for our quarters.

I can feel him halfway down the corridor -- the air is so thick with anticipation that it feels like cobwebs against my skin, cool and gentle and ghost-like, touches that leave the nerve endings heightened and wondering. A slow warm wave of lust rises in my belly and spreads over my chest and into my arms, arms waiting to wrap around my lover, my Master, my everything. I lick my lips, half wanting to swallow that mushy, un-Jedi-like unsaid thought back into where it came from, and half in sheer anticipation. Behind this door ...

Nothing. The door slides open, and nobody is standing there smiling that sapphire-blue bearded smile, opening his arms to me. I take one step into the hall, and look around, puzzled ...

... and he's all over me, slamming my back into the wall and holding me in an embrace that is bordering on the painful and capturing my mouth in a savage kiss. Oh, so good. Qui-Gon all around me, pressing in, holding me down, claiming me. Qui-Gon in me, his tongue darting in and out, that great lambent flame licking me on fire and drinking from me and leaving me thirstier than ever, dying for more, my whole body tingling with the yearning and the oh-so familiar wish that I could just scoop up great big handfuls of him and feed on him, gorge myself on the musky scent and the smooth firm flesh and stuff my mouth full of him until I choke on the sheer glorious brightness that is my Master.

Oh he's savage now, like a lion let loose, and somewhere among the wash of my own lust eating away my conscious mind, I send happiness and gratitude and a tinge of regret that he's so rarely moved to abandon himself like this, to just flow and fill every crevice of my being with his living presence, so gorgeous it makes me want to laugh and cry and scream at the same time, and all I can do is moan into his eager mouth as he bites my lips red as if he really wanted to eat me up this time.

I am far too melted with lust to take any semblance of control, and I struggle only just enough to remind my trapped body of how tightly I am held captive by him, how firm and strong and warm he is all around me, covering me with his heat and scent and tightness and eating my last breath with his hungry mouth and giving me new breath, in and out and in and out, new life pulsing into me and oozing downwards lazily and hotly to gather in the tightness of my throbbing cock and I rub it into him desperately like some beast in heat, ah, so good my Master ...

He drifts in and out of focus and then into focus again as reality shrinks to this one man, the greedy gleam in his blue eyes, the sheen of sweat on his forehead beading at his brows like eagle's wings, his hair all loose and silken, trailing over his shoulders and mine, long lean frame pressing into me and I can feel every muscle through the tunics, his and mine and adore the sweat-damp cloth as it clings to him, drenched in the heat of the summer day and the heady scent of Qui-Gon's masculinity. Oh I wish I was that tunic, hugging him day in day out, always on that warm lightly bronzed skin, caressing the scars and the sensitive spots ... oh no I wish that tunic didn't exist, right here, right now I want to be the one to caress his skin and lost as I am I feel the draughty air of the hall on my skin as he yanks my clothes off me, rapturously, mouth never leaving mine, never tiring of sucking and biting and nibbling at my sanity that's in shreds as is my tunic and before I can summon my hands to undress him he's done it and steps out of his pants still locked on to me in a crushing embrace and a punishing kiss and then his hips thrust into me, hard, squashing our rampant cocks between us and I roar in surprise and pain and lust and into his mouth and he just eats the noise, feeding on me greedily.

I try to squirm free, to get my hands on him but he's not having any of it, keeping my arms pinned to the wall by sheer physical strength and his superior command of the Force, allowing me to squirm but not to take. Oh I don't want to take now, Qui-Gon. I want to be taken, and you know that as your hand slides down between our sweaty chests, lightly brushing a nipple and making me gasp at the sensation, aah, and down to your hot silky hardness where it lies crushed against mine and you gather up the rich fluid from both our cocks and smear it all over yours and then you take a step back ...

... and before I can moan into your mouth in protest at the loss of skin contact I feel my legs being swept off the floor and up, levitated higher and higher until my thighs come to rest on your forearms, bracing yourself against the cool wall, spreading me open, crushed between the unyielding wall and the unyielding Jedi Master, painfully hard and yearning to be impaled.

With a rich, low moan you let gravity do its bit, and I scream at the thick length you shove into me, slowly at first but your hunger gets the better of you and you thrust up maniacally, raking across my soft spot and my scream is from pain and pleasure in equal measure, melding into a sheet of flame tearing me up from within. Heat, power, fullness, the glorious feeling of being full of you, Qui-Gon, pounding into me harder and faster and tearing my mind to shreds and my last conscious thought is of how beautiful you are like this, raging with lust, the haughty warrior reduced to sheer animal strength and pleasure ... and then I am sucked under, drowning in the red tide of lust you're pumping into me with your tongue and your cock and every square inch of your skin pressing into mine, overloading me with fucking impossible shining bliss until I'm sure I'm so hot the wall will melt at my touch and the liquid metal spurts all over me as I come, violently, spasming again and again until I'm hollow inside, spent and blasted out. And then you tighten your grip on me even more and pump my hollow insides full of sparkling hot pleasure again, armies of little stars coursing up my spine and I would scream your name if I felt I could remember it right now. I am a star, and you are my galaxy.

The realisation hits me at the same time as my feet hit the floor again, and a drop of blood from my lip hits the spot between my feet. Pish. Your eyes hit me physically, the warmth and love and lust in them slamming me into the wall again with the sheer intensity of feeling. You are Qui-Gon Jinn. You are mine.

---The End---