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Archive: Yes, M_A. Others please ask
Series: The Adventures of Slut!Qui and TalkDirty!Obi. Sequel to "Staking A Claim" by Ruth Gifford
Rating: NC-17
Categories: Q/O, POV, mild D/s, PWP, AU
Warnings: mild D, a little bit of pain, and, as this follows in Ruth's vein, based on the porn/erotica debate, it also reads rather pornographically.
Spoilers: None.
Summary: TalkDirty!Obi and Slut!Qui go back to the club where Obi-Wan makes good on his Back Alley Wall promise.
Disclaimer: The Boys belong King George. I'm just letting them play. All Hail the King.
Feedback: Yes, on or off list at quigonjdi1@aol.com
It's been a few months since that first night at the club. He's kept true to his word: he's remained a slut for me alone. In the privacy of our rooms we have explored the boundaries of our new relationship.
Well, there was that one time we weren't quite as private. I had him take me while I was bent over the balcony railing. It was part of his punishment for his lapse in nearly calling me Padawan. A few lashes to that beautiful firm behind of his, then . . . well, he doesn't top me often, but when he does, oh, Force, does he.
But I digress.
We've found how far he wants me to push and how far I'm willing to go. Fortunately it's the same. Like I said, we're as in tune with this as we are with everything else.
We had just returned from another long mission. Qui-Gon was taking his turn showering while I unpacked. I was itching to have some fun and trying to figure out what to do when he emerged from the 'fresher brushing his long hair, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.
"Who told you you could wear anything?!" I snapped. He stopped all motion and looked at me. Even from across the room I could see his eyes dilate with desire. "Get that towel off now!"
His hands quickly went to his hips and undid the knot. The towel pooled at his feet, leaving him totally bare to my gaze. He was already beginning to harden. I licked my lips.
A promise I had made months ago crossed my mind then. I went to one of the dressers and pulled out his leather harness and pants. "Here, put these on. We're going dancing." I tossed them to him as I headed to the 'fresher.
We worked up a sweat bumping and grinding against each other on the crowded dance floor. The music was loud and the flashing lights glinted off the gold ring threaded through Qui-Gon's right nipple; a present just before we left on our last mission.
I had lost my shirt again earlier, but I didn't care. I had purposely worn an old one knowing I'd be taking it off from the heat of the dance floor and my memories of when I staked my claim.
I slid my hands up his chest, around his neck and to the back of his head. Grasping his hair, I pulled him down into a mind-numbing kiss. I felt his hands move to my hips and pull me closer to him, rubbing our erections harder together.
He moaned deep in his chest and I couldn't help but echo it.
I finally broke the kiss, yanking his head back by his hair. We were both breathing hard and I'm sure he saw as much desire in my eyes as I saw in his.
"Get us a couple of drinks. I'll be right back."
I could tell by his expression he didn't expect me to say that. Still he nodded and headed off in the direction of the bar. Watching that hot bod walk away from me brought only one thought to mind: 'MINE!' But then, as the crowd blocked my view, my original mission came back to me and I went to do a little recon. Rough was one thing; dangerous was another.
I returned a scant few minutes later to find a large Correllian man standing next to Qui-Gon; his hand reaching to grab that perfect leather clad ass.
I intercepted it before contact was made, pressing my thumb into a pressure point. "Hands off. He's my bitch," I growled.
"Got yourself a feisty one here," he commented to Qui-Gon then looked me up and down. "Not bad. I wouldn't mind doing you too. Or we can share him." He jerked his head towards my Master, who was standing quietly seeming quite interested in something at the bottom of his glass.
I threw back my drink in one swallow, then looked at the man steadily. "I don't share." I roughly pulled on Qui-Gon's harness, quite ready to leave this interloper behind. "Come on, Qui."
"I'll just wait then. He's got a big appetite. Once he's done with you, he'll be back."
I turned back to the man and smiled. "By all means, go ahead and wait." With a little laugh I added, "hope you have nothing planned."
I pulled Qui-Gon towards the back, away from the crowd. When we came upon the fire door I used the Force to trip the lock without sounding the alarm. I shoved him through, turned him to face me, and slammed him against the ferocrete wall.
"Was he one of them? Were you a slut for him, Qui-Gon? Did you suck his cock? Did you let him do things to you? Did you let him fuck you?"
He closed his eyes and lowered his head. "Yes," he answered in barely a whisper. He opened his eyes and looked at me. "But it was always you, and now it's only you."
A thrill went through me hearing him say those words again, knowing he had been with others but had thought only of me instead of them.
"That's right. I just wanted to remind you that you're mine. And I don't share." I tugged and twisted slightly on his nipple ring eliciting a delightful moan from him. "Oh, yes. This is a very nice present indeed." I flicked it with my fingernail and he shuttered.
"Please, Obi-Wan."
"What, Qui? I know you don't want me to stop. Do you want me to fuck you? Ram my cock into you right here in the alley?"
"Yes. Oh, yes, Obi. Please," he whimpered.
"Did you prepare yourself for me when you dressed?" As my hands slid down to his hips, I bit at his chest.
"Yes."
I could feel him tremble. "Good." I stepped back from him. "Prepare me."
He undid my pants and pushed them down my thighs as he sank to his knees. I gasped and grasped his hair when he took my whole length into his mouth at once. No matter how many times he did it, I always found his talents with his mouth amazing.
Soon I wrenched his head away. I had plans and they didn't include coming in his mouth this time. "Stand up and take off your pants," I ordered.
There was a flash of uncertainty in his eyes before it was replaced by trust. I knew he wondered about his "full exposure", yet he moved to comply without question. He pulled the legs out of his boots and unzipped the sides all the way down. I thanked the Force for having the foresight to hand him this particular pair of pants; ones he could remove totally and easily without having to take off his boots.
He stood before me, hard, erect and leaking, wearing only the harness and his boots. The sight was almost enough to make me come right then.
I reached up and flicked the nipple ring again, watching his cock jump as he moaned. Oh, I had to taste that mouth that made those wonderful sounds. I pulled him into a scorching kiss. My hands ran down his back to grab those firm round globes; my finger slipping into the crack to find that place that was mine now. Mine alone.
Imagine my surprise when I encountered the end of a plug.
It wasn't something he used often, preferring the burn of being stretched by my cock.
He must have sensed my surprise because he moved his lips to my ear and whispered, "when you handed me the clothes, I got so hard thinking of you in me I couldn't wait. I wanted --"
I chuckled. "My slut. Well, I won't make you wait any longer." I pulled up on one of his thighs until his leg hooked at my hip. That gave me better access to remove the plug. Once out and tossed on top of his pants, I slammed him back against the wall again, lifting his other leg until he wrapped them high around my waist. A slight shifting of my feet and I had the perfect leverage to ram my cock home.
One thrust and I was buried deep inside the heat of Qui-Gon.
He cried out in pleasure, his fingers digging into my shoulders and back. I'd have bruises in the morning. But I also knew Qui-Gon would have a 'crete rash on his back by the time we were done. With each hard thrust, his mostly bare back was being abraded by the rough ferocrete wall.
"Yes, Obi-Wan. Fuck me hard," he moaned as I shifted to get deeper and find that certain spot within him. He let out another yell as I hit it.
"Is this what you want?" I ground out as I found the spot again.
"Yes, oh, yes!" he cried.
"Stroke yourself," I commanded, using a touch of Force to hold him in place as I arched enough to reach the nipple ring with my mouth.
Another of those moans that I love so much sounded from deep in his chest. His hand slipped between us grabbing his straining erection and pulling roughly. I continued my hard, fast rhythm as I tugged on the ring with my tongue and teeth. We were hurtling rapidly towards that ultimate blending we've found in climax; something we've never had with other partners in the past.
Come for me, my Qui, I sent to him over the bond. Show me how much you love what I do to you.
He yelled, and I dimly felt the warm wetness between us as I tumbled over the edge with him. My legs trembled with the power of the climax and I fought to hold us up. Our breath was laboured and our hearts pounding as we came back to ourselves. I reached out and called the plug to me with the Force. As I pulled my softened cock out of him, I slid the plug back in to hold my essence, my seed, me, within him. "Mine," I growled low in my throat.
"Yes, Obi-Wan. Yours and no other." He claimed my mouth in a searing kiss. My love. I heard across the bond.
Always, I sent back.
He lowered his legs and stood, allowing me to take a step back from him. I took a hold of his wrist and raised his hand in front of my face. Slowly I ran my tongue across his palm, tasting the tangy flavour of Qui-Gon. He shuttered as I sucked a finger into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it, then pulled it out with a pop. I stared into his darkening blue eyes. "Clean yourself off my chest," I demanded and began sucking on another finger.
He bent to comply and I could see the marks and scrapes on his back. Nothing serious, but I knew it had to hurt. We were trained to release pain and this was something he wanted; something I could give him better than anyone else. With them it was fucking. With us it was making love, even if it was still raw and animalistic.
I finished with his hand and let it go. I looked down and watched as his tongue lapped up a smear of the pale fluid from my chest. My breath caught. I could feel the stirring in my groin. I grabbed his hair and pulled him away. "Enough. Put your pants back on." As he moved away, I could see he was hardening again, too.
I pulled my pants up and fastened them, then watched him with a smile as he rezipped his. "I think we should go home. We have a Council debriefing just after mid-meal."
I could see his disappointment, but still he nodded. "Yes. I suppose you're right."
"Leaving now gives us enough time to heal your back, for you to fuck me, and for us to get some rest." I watched his eyes dilate further with that second item on my list.
He swallowed hard. "May I? Please?"
I stroked his hardening flesh through the leather. "Oh, yes, definitely. But," I held up a finger in mock warning, "you will leave that butt plug in while you do so. I may even put in a bigger one." I turned towards the door, but stopped when a totally deliciously wicked idea hit me. I turned back and fixed him with my gaze; the one that told him I would brook no argument. "Actually, I'm going to wait and put the larger one in right before our meeting with the Council. You couldn't wait to feel me stretch you, so now you'll debrief the Council while you're being stretched. Then, when we're done and back in our quarters, you will get down on your hands and knees and I will fuck you like the slut you are."
He was trembling. I could see he was excited, but I could sense an underlying concern. I had a pretty good guess as to what it was. Could the stoic, urbane Jedi Master remain stoic and urbane in front of the Council while he had the feeling of being filled and was anticipating what I would be doing to him moments later?
"Obi-Wan --"
"There is no passion, there is serenity, remember?"
"Whoever wrote that hadn't met you." He pulled me to him and we held each other tightly. "Oh, the things you do to make my blood boil."
I laughed. "But you love it."
"Yes, I do." He brushed my lower lip with his thumb. "Don't stop."
"Never." We kissed deeply, drinking of each other, everything in tune, until we were forced up for air. "Let's go home. I want you inside me."
He nodded and we went inside to go out the front door. I wanted to go that way so I could wave to the Correllian still waiting at the bar. The man was obviously surprised to see us still together. Very deliberately, just for him -- and anyone else who thought they still had designs on what was mine -- I turned to Qui-Gon, palmed the bulge in his pants making him moan, then slipped a finger through his nipple ring and led him out the door.
The End.