Summary: When Obi-Wan becomes the target of monsters can
Qui-Gon save him?
Notes: Well with a nick like Pumpkin, I almost had to do
a Halloween story, didn't I?
Obi-Wan ran through the orchard, the dewed grass cold and wet
on his bare feet. The fallen fruit was alternately mushy and
hard, either making his skin revolt and the squishy pulp or
making him stumble -there were too many to sense. His robe was
gone, lost in the field beyond the orchard, along with his
boots, belt, sash and tunics. He was drenched, water beading
along the skin of his chest, turning the flesh to goosepimples
as he ran in the cool night air. At least it had stopped
raining. But his hair and leggings were soaked; the pants
clinging and icy against his flesh, his braid slapping cold
against his bare chest with every step. Branches reached for
him, tearing at his skin and, finding no purchase there, his
leggings.
He could see the moonlight shinning on the grasses beyond the
trees, just a little farther ahead, when he ran face-first into
something hard. A scream bubbled in his throat as a skeleton
grinned at him, dancing grisly from a branch.
He couldn't be sure if he was still being chased. His own harsh
breathing and feet hitting the wet ground with some force
masked the sounds of his pursuers. A quick glance over his
shoulder confirmed that at least several of the beasts were
still on his trail. He took a moment to be surprised that the
little ones outnumbered the bigger ones. He had thought to at
least be rid of them. His distraction led him into another
skeleton and this time the scream tore out of him, a distinct
screech followed by the delighted shouts and laughter of the
creatures that gave him chase.
He stumbled around the vacantly grinning skeleton noting that
he was almost out of the orchard. He could see now that a
building stood beyond it and was hit with a renewed burst of
energy. He leapt over the gate, ignoring the leaves and small
branches that smacked him about the face and shoulders.
Twisting to look behind himself once again as he landed, he
careened full tilt into a large body. He tried to dodge it, but
was caught up in a firm grip, big hands that were at least warm
against his cold skin. Hearing the din of monsters behind him,
he pressed himself against his captor, greedily stealing body
heat.
Then they were upon him; beasts with horns, jagged teeth and
gaping maws all issuing growls and roars and giggles. His legs
were attacked and were he not held upright by his captor, he
would have been bowled over by the creatures that ran into him
with noisy enthusiasm. A low chuckle sounded from above him as
his leggings began to slide down under the weight of the
monsters hanging from them and a large hand slid down the
waistband to grip it tightly, holding them in place.
"Enough," he growled, sending the assembled monsters into
paroxysms of laughter. Obi-Wan was turned and pulled up against
the warm body, hands coming to rest on his shoulders as the
stragglers joined the mob surrounding him.
"More!" shouted one little monster, the rest quickly picking up
the refrain. Obi-Wan just shook his head and sagged against his
support. Qui-Gon chuckled in his ear once again before taking
pity on his panting Padawan.
"You've given my Padawan quite the chase. Congratulations to
you all, you are fine and fierce monsters. I'm sure you have
convinced any real monsters that there is no place for them
here. Now I believe your Elders have treats awaiting you
inside." The children shouted loudly, a high-pitched, happy
sound as they pulled their masks from their faces and ran for
the door to the orchard barn, their rain boots clattering as
they crossed the threshold.
Obi-Wan shivered as the wind gusted, pressing himself back
against the warmth of his Master. Large, 'saber-worn hands
rubbed up and down his arms and he shivered again, this time
with sudden need. His cock began to fill as his desire
flickered hot flame through his body, warming him from the
inside out. He started to pull away, working on getting his
body under control, but Qui-Gon's hands tightened on his arms
and the taller man bent his head. His breath was warm across
ear and neck as he whispered to Obi-Wan.
"Stay." It was a request not an order and the simple word was
accompanied by a press of hips against Obi-Wan's ass and he
gasped as he realised his Master was as aroused as he was. He
leaned back, moaning at the sensation of the long shaft
pressing against him through their clothing. Qui-Gon began to
nip at his neck; mouth, lips and tongue leaving a warm trail
over cool, damp flesh. Obi-Wan moaned, letting his head drop to
one side to give Qui-Gon access to more flesh.
Giving in to the need to touch, Obi-Wan turned and pressed
himself against his Master, letting Qui-Gon feel the strength
of his arousal. Qui-Gon's eyes blazed down at him, dark and
feral. His hands gripped Obi-Wan's hips tightly and he pulled
him to the back of the orchard barn, slipping into the privacy
of the shadows. The grasses were longer here, and coarser, but
Obi-Wan barely felt them -his focus was entirely on the man in
front of him.
"Too many clothes," Obi-Wan complained, frozen fingers working
to correct the problem. He shoved Qui-Gon against the rough,
dark wood of the barn, opening the tunics and the leggings, but
leaving them on in deference to the cold. Besides Qui-Gon
looked quite appealing half dressed the way he. He looked half
ravaged already and Obi-Wan stepped forward, intent on
finishing the job.
Qui-Gon caught his hands before he could touch the older man.
Obi-Wan's protest died in his throat as Qui-Gon began to suck
each digit into his mouth, swirling his tongue over them and
biting at the pads until they were warmed. He laughed, giddy,
as he began to run his hands over Qui-Gon's flesh, the sound
catching in his throat as Qui-Gon reciprocated, large hands
like hot brands over his chilled flesh. Moaning, he mirrored
Qui-Gon's touches; plucking at nipples, sliding over ribs and
dipping into navel. His hips moved instinctively against
Qui-Gon's, animal lust overwhelming his usual control.
Then their hands were pushing into leggings, pulling at cocks
and exposing them to the cold night air. And to hot gazes and
busy hands. Obi-Wan practically climbed Qui-Gon's body,
growling as his hands grasped the broad shoulders and pulling
himself up as his mouth attached to bare flesh. Big hands came
around his ass, cupping the two globes and lifting until their
erections met. They gasped together and Qui-Gon nearly dropped
him. Obi-Wan could feel him wrapping the Force around them,
using it to keep them steady and then pressing tightly against
Obi-Wan's ass, squeezing as he brought their shafts tightly
together. He wrapped his legs around Qui-Gon's waist.
They began to thrust against each other -Qui-Gon doing most of
the work, moving him up and down while Obi-Wan clung to him,
mouth latched onto the skin along Qui-Gon's collarbone. He bit
down hard as his orgasm hit him, muffling his scream with
Qui-Gon's flesh. The bite triggered Qui-Gon's climax and he
howled as he came, hot pulses slicking their bellies.
"Master," Obi-Wan panted, his head pressed tightly to the older
man's chest. "I love you."
"I should hope so," rumbled from the chest beneath his ear and
Obi-Wan laughed, reaching up to kiss Qui-Gon. He let his tongue
slip inside and tease the delicate flesh of Qui-Gon's mouth,
gentler now that the frenzied rush was assuaged.
His Master let him go with reluctance and Obi-Wan slid slowly
down the big body. They set their clothing to rights, using the
soft polishing cloth from Qui-Gon's utility belt to clean the
evidence of their pleasure from their bodies. Qui-Gon wrapped
an arm around Obi-Wan's shivering form and they rounded the
building, the warm light coming from beneath the closed door
beckoning to them.
They were beset by the children as soon as they entered. Each
one eager to share their impressions of the Harvest Howling
with their guests.
"We were really scary," said one boy.
"Yeah, agreed an older child as he slung his arm around his
younger brother's shoulders. "We had him really freaked out."
"You were a great Sacrif," a girl, still wearing most of her
monster costume informed Obi-Wan. "You looked like you were
really scared!"
"I was terrified," Obi-Wan said solemnly.
"Did you hear the monster roaring?" asked one of the youngest,
eyes very round. "It was very close."
Obi-Wan's gaze flickered to Qui-Gon's and he had to bite back
the laugh as his Master replied.
"Yes, I did hear it. What a dreadful noise it made."
"Oh no!" she exclaimed, pointing to the opening of Qui-Gon's
tunic. "It bit you!"
"It did indeed," answered Qui-Gon, chuckling as he picked her
up and carried her towards the fire.
"Are you okay?" she asked, worry radiating from her small form
as he put her down and sat by the roaring flames.
"Yes, I think I shall survive."
"This time," murmured Obi-Wan as he sat at his Master's feet
with the children.
Qui-Gon's chuckle was drowned out by a long howl from outside.
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