Summary: What happens when Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan meet for the
first time when Obi-Wan is someone else's Padawan. Continuation
of the series begun in Recognition, continued in Evolution.
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon take a trip which strengthens their bond
and threatens to split them apart forever.
Comments: Many thousand thanks continue to Emrin for beta and
bundles of toast, and not letting me get away with the easy way
out.
He was dreaming, lost in a tropical world, unafraid.
Brilliantly colored birds chattered in the huge trees under a
turquoise sky. He was barefoot, wearing strange tight blue
pants, and a patterned bandana tied back his long hair. He was
vaguely aware of being thirsty and the smell of something
unknown, but delicious, drew him along the barely visible path.
He wound through the foliage, careful not to crush the verdant
undergrowth. He knew he was smiling.
He came to a clearing and peered out from behind a large rock.
There was a fire, and a man tending it. The man was large,
naked, muscled and scarred and incredibly beautiful in the
sunlight. He turned as if he knew he was being watched, and
smiled, his eyes crinkling, full lips turned up and there was
welcome there. Slipping from behind the rock the dreaming man
came closer. Arms were held out to him and he went into them,
haven offered and accepted. There was food cooking over the
fire, and clear water in a jug nearby. Off to the far side of
the clearing was a small shelter.
Everything they could need, and most of all each other. He
looked up into hot blue eyes and said, "I am happy here."
The man considered this carefully and the dreamer waited for
his response. It was important. It could make the difference in
his whole lifetime. The man opened his lips and spoke.
He said, "Wake up, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan Kenobi rolled over in bed, pulled the pillow over his
head, and groaned.
Qui-Gon's rumbling laugh filled the bedroom. He was leaning
against the doorframe, arms folded, one leg crossed over the
other. "Come on, lazybones. I just talked to your Master."
Obi-Wan sat straight up, suddenly wide awake. He looked at his
lover for a second, then whooped and flew out of the bed and
straight into waiting arms. "I PASSED!"
Qui-Gon lifted him, hands going under Obi-Wan's buttocks. He
was being thoroughly kissed, the younger man's legs wrapping
around his waist. When he could, he murmured, "Yes, you
passed."
"Fifteenth Level," Obi-Wan was awed. Not so long ago he'd been
first level and the heady heights of 15th had seemed completely
out of his grasp. Then the hands holding him tightened and he
wrapped his arms around his lover's neck, nuzzled the beard,
and whispered, "Do you know what I'd like to do?"
Amused, Qui-Gon answered, "Yes, I do. I don't think it's
physically possible. Perhaps I could just fuck you through the
floor?"
Obi-Wan sighed. "Well, that would be nice."
"Nice." Qui-Gon removed his hands and let the younger man fall.
He hit the floor softly, laughing. "You didn't let me finish my
message from your Master."
Obi-Wan was already on his feet. He took hold of a large hand
and tugged in the general direction of the bed. I'm very
sorry, Master Jinn. 'Nice' was not the appropriate word. How
about . . . hot Sith, that sounds like a plan to me?
Qui-Gon laughed and stood for a moment, just looking. Obi-Wan
was smiling, eyes light, nude body outlined in golden sunlight.
A man's body, half-erect, sleek-muscled, entirely open to him,
and his breath caught in his throat. He had seen the 15th level
trials, had watched Obi-Wan perform with incredible perfection,
had known that their time was short. Five days left. That was
all. How could he leave? How could they go away from each
other?
Then Obi-Wan tugged a bit harder and he fell onto the bed,
clothes already being tossed away. He allowed it, allowed this
man anything, didn't question what he knew was right, just
enjoyed hands stroking him, lips that kissed and sucked at him.
It was so good. Better than anything, better than the time
before and the time before. . .
He was laying on his back, Obi-Wan on top of him, already
nibbling his way down. One thing about this Padawan -- he was
very oral. He liked to taste, claimed the taste changed when
Qui-Gon was about to come.
Which was going to happen all too soon. Qui-Gon stilled Obi-Wan
with a light touch in his hair. So fast, Obi-Wan?
I don't seem to be able to get enough of you. The reply
was honest, distracted, as Obi-Wan licked from base to tip of
rampant cock.
"I certainly wouldn't want to deny you anything," Qui-Gon's
voice was amused again, but the statement was followed by a
quick breath, sucked deep, as Obi-Wan's tongue swirled over the
head of his penis. Then he was being taken into the moist heat
of a very talented mouth and all coherent thought was lost.
He was awakened by a soft but continual tap on his nose.
"Hmmmm?"
He opened one eye to find find Obi-Wan sitting cross-legged
beside him, leaning over him, frowning.
"Padawan, I was sleeping."
"So was I." Obi-Wan stopped tapping Qui-Gon's nose and instead
traced the laugh lines with an elegant finger. "My Master wants
to know when we'll be back. I just thought I'd mention that I
didn't know we were going anywhere."
"Oh, yes." Qui-Gon sat up and stretched. "I was going to tell
you earlier. Your Master has given permission for me to take
you off Coruscant to the hidden moon."
There was silence, but over the bond he felt astonishment, then
joyous wonder. Then Obi-Wan was whispering.
"The hidden moon? No one goes there. No one goes there. . ."
Qui-Gon glanced at him, smiling a little. "I've gone. And I
have the Council's authorization to go again, and to take a
companion. Do you want to go with me?"
Obi-Wan reached for him, wrapping long arms around his
shoulders. "Of course I want to go. I'd go anywhere with you.
You know that."
Qui-Gon kissed him once, hard, and moved to get up. "Tell your
Master we'll be leaving immediately. We'll be back in one
standard day. It's the only window of time we have to get on
and off the moon."
That faint buzz in the Force that Qui-Gon had come to know
meant Obi-Wan was communicating with his Master came and went.
Qui-Gon was already in the shower when Obi-Wan came into the
room and then to join him.
Under rushing water the padawan said, My Master says I must
obey your every command.
Did he?
Obi-Wan gathered soap and began to lather his lover's chest.
Yes. Have you any commands?
No.
Perhaps you'll think of some later.
Count on it.
And Obi-Wan smiled.
The hidden moon of Coruscant was not actually hidden. It was a
large, atmosphere carrying moon, with a fragile eco system, and
huge obsidian mountains that towered over black desert sands.
It was called hidden because the first beings to land there had
never returned, nor those that followed, nor those that
followed the others. As time and knowledge grew, it was learned
that this moon was Force filled, that it was held in orbit by
the gravity of two other moons, Coruscant itself and something
beyond definition. Eventually only a Jedi had come back alive,
and from that time, only Jedi were allowed on the surface, and
only in special circumstances. The Jedi who had been there did
not talk about it. And thus, black on black, unknown to any but
Jedi, it was hidden.
Due to the strange gravitational forces and the Force itself,
there were only brief windows of time when anyone could land on
the moon, even a Master who could navigate the swirling Force
tendrils to slip in on the strands. Qui-Gon released a long
breath when their small craft set down gently onto the sand.
Beside him, Obi-Wan had watched with quiet fascination. He had
been on any number of planets in his travels with his Master,
had seen and occasionally participated in weird and wonderful
ceremonies, had been tried and tested in battle and in delicate
negotiations, had piloted dozens of craft of every size, but he
had never glided on a stream of Force using gentle flickers of
concentration to land a ship. When he looked at Qui-Gon, it was
with an all new respect. Every day he was learning about the
abilities of this new lover, this Qui-Gon Jinn, who was so
powerful he had no need to prove it, and who gave such intense
pleasure Obi-Wan knew no other lover (even if he had wanted
one, which was unthinkable) would ever measure up to him.
Qui-Gon had shut down their craft and was already moving out of
his seat. "Get the gear, Obi-Wan. It will be dark soon and we
have a walk ahead of us. Oh, and take off your boots."
Obi-Wan did not ask questions. Obediantly he gathered their
meager supplies and followed Qui-Gon's example, pausing just
before exiting the ship to leave his boots behind.
The sand was soft beneath his feet and sparkled in the fading
light, turning the blackness of the particles into fire colors,
red and orange and brilliant yellow. He stood at the bottom of
the gangway, soaking up the sights and the feel of it. He was
wrapped in Force, circled and entered, and bereft as it left
him again and swirled onward.
No shields. Qui-Gon told him gently. You've been
accepted here. It is your duty to leave this place exactly as
you found it, excepting only what the Force gives you the
freedom to take.
Obi-Wan sent him a questioning look, but only nodded. He knew
Qui-Gon would explain when the time came. The Master took half
their gear and they began to walk over the smooth black sand
towards the darker mountains in the distance.
It took two hours of walking. Obi-Wan wondered why they hadn't
just flown in the last few miles, then remembered Force strands
that surrounded the moon and knew they were lucky to have
landed at all. Qui-Gon had said no shields and it took him
almost all their hiking time to get used to the twisting spin
of Force he could see in the air, feel under his feet.
Multi-colored, sometimes vareigated, sometimes whole, it was
translucent, vibrant, beautiful. He spent the first few strides
trying to avoid stepping on strands before Qui-Gon told him to
ignore them.
When you are anywhere else, the Force is with you, and you
don't worry about running into it, or stepping all over it. The
Force moves with you, surrounds you. Here you can see it
because you're sensitive to it. It will adjust to your motion
and go through you when it needs to. He reached out a hand
and a blue spiral wrapped around his fingers, almost lovingly,
before drifting away. He looked at Obi-Wan and raised an
eyebrow.
Slowly Obi-Wan lifted his hand and watched, dazzled by a yellow
tendril that skipped from finger to finger before darting
through his palm, streaking away. "That's..."
"Yes."
They smiled at each other and turned back toward the mountains.
There was a grove of trees and strange dark green bushes at the
foot of the cliffs, and just before the trees rose Qui-Gon
stopped and indicated this would be their campsite. There was
no fire, no tent. Just blankets and tinned food and bottled
water. They ate in silence, Obi-Wan still playing with Force
strands. He was fascinated when a tendril draped itself over
his fork, asking to be eaten, and he looked to Qui-Gon, who
nodded briefly. It tasted of nothing but felt warm and soft.
When they had finished, Qui-Gon rolled out the blankets and
they lay together, staring up into the blackness of space
filled with with millions of sparkles, all tied together by the
colors of the Force.
Obi-Wan sighed deeply, perfectly content. Beside him, Qui-Gon
turned and half-lifted himself on his elbow. His other hand
covered the padawan's stomach, firm pressure only, but Obi-Wan
lifted into it. The Force strands around them changed course
and color, deeper, spinning a little.
Qui-Gon stared down into the beautiful face, lit by starlight
and Force, and his hand went to trace the features. Obi-Wan's
eyes flickered closed, his mouth barely open, breathing softly.
When Qui-Gon's finger touched his lips he kissed it, licked at
it, then slowly sucked it in. Obi-Wan's hands slid inside his
tunics, knowing now just how they fit, just how to get them out
of the way. Qui-Gon could feel aggression building, could see
it in the colors around him, and he smiled a little,
surrendering to it without any need to fight. He relaxed onto
his back and Obi-Wan surged over him, biting against his finger
before releasing it to take Qui-Gon's month in a suddenly
fierce kiss.
Touch me, the padawan's voice was harsh in his head.
Demanding.
Qui-Gon obeyed, sliding one hand between them to rub against
Obi-Wan's groin, outlining the rising erection underneath
cloth. He could feel the moan growing and ate it with another
kiss. His other hand was on Obi-Wan's ass, holding them
together, until the next sound was a growl. His lover wanted
skin, and so did he.
Hands fumbled, and it was made a bit more difficult because
Obi-Wan was unwilling to stop kissing him, but soon they were
as they needed to be and the Force strands were brighter,
spinning faster, rainbow light over nakedness. Obi-wan moved on
him, using his whole body to caress, bringing their erections
together as he settled over his lover.
Light hazel eyes stared down into his. Let me love you.
Question. Demand.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes and opened his heart and held him
close. Anything.
Obi-Wan made a noise, then began kissing him again, hard,
thrusting his tongue into Qui-Gon's mouth. His hands roved,
pressing deeply, holding and releasing as he undulated against
the larger body. Qui-Gon's hands went to cup his ass,
encouraging, and they rocked together, their cocks caught
between them.
I want to be in you! Obi-Wan was gasping, pressing
against him, I can't let you go...
Qui-Gon arched, almost throwing him off, and for a brief moment
his mouth found Obi-Wan's again, then his legs shifted letting
the smaller man slide down. He bent his knees, spreading
himself. Obi-Wan knelt between his legs, fingers at the cleft
of his thighs, breathing, trying for control.
Impatiently, Qui-Gon sent a picture. Fill me. You won't hurt
me. Let go. Just do it.
Obi-Wan watched the colors swirling around them darken into
brilliance, aching, needing this more than he ever had before.
He pressed the head of his cock against the tight entrance,
felt the give and sudden slickness, and thrust.
Heat and enveloping tightness. Give of firm muscle, relaxing,
encompassing him just enough. He pulled back and thrust again
and Qui-Gon's legs wrapped around him, forcing him deeper.
Again. Again. Again. It seemed the heat was growing to hot, and
it felt so good. He leaned forward and Qui-Gon almost convulsed
beneath him, crying out. He touched the sweat on the broad
chest, hands trailing over rippling belly muscles. No shields.
He could feel Qui-Gon's pleasure and it was addictive. He fed
his own back, felt his lover soak it up, return it, cycled
faster and faster. His hands gripped the large, rock hard cock
between them, every sense alive, velvet fire against his
fingers. Then Qui-Gon's mental cry roared through them and his
cock spasmed hard.
Obi-Wan was humming as he thrust once more, then deeper yet
once more and he was coming in a vortex of beautiful colors
that faded, then exploded in a burst of light.
He was boneless and so was the body beneath him. Obi-Wan leaned
forward, staring into brilliant blue eyes. His mind was
spinning, but one thought outshone the rest. I love you.
The bond was solid and he felt the response as an almost
physical level. Qui-Gon lifted one hand to touch his cheek,
lingering, I love you.
He felt the love flow through him, boundless, selfless, without
reservation, and he took it in and gave it back. Beneath him,
Qui-Gon moved a little, and Obi-Wan rolled away to his side.
Qui-Gon turned until they faced each other. Unable to think of
anything to say, Obi-Wan just smiled at him and snuggled closer
as long arms reached and held him close.
Qui-Gon stirred in his sleep, instinctively wanting the warmth
of his lover. He reached out, but Qbi-Wan was not there. This
was enough to wake him and he opened one eye. The padawan was
standing at his feet, hands on hips, legs apart. He was staring
toward the mountains. Qui-Gon found it an intriguing picture
and opened both eyes, turning a little to see better.
Obi-Wan cocked his head to one side and his braid fell down his
back, almost touching his naked buttock. He reached to scratch
at his neck, then suddenly turned, caught Qui-Gon's avid stare
and smiled a little. "Apparently we're about to have company."
Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow and leaned up on one elbow.
"And it appears to be a bush."
When Qui-Gon merely smiled at him, Obi-Wan turned back towards
the mountains. "There is a bush walking this way. It is dark
green, like the others, but this one is WALKING."
Qi-Gon remained silent. He could see the bush now and the sight
confirmed his suspicion. He sat up, legs crossed, and waited.
Obi-Wan looked back at him, and seeing a serene countenance,
went to sit beside him. Qui-Gon stopped him with a raised hand.
Go sit over there and see what happens.
Obi-Wan obeyed without question.
The bush came closer, walking rather like Yoda, its roots
acting as feet. It shuffled up to Obi-Wan and stopped, settling
into the ground. Qui-Gon watched carefully. After a moment of
hesitation, Obi-Wan held out a hand to barely touch the heavy
foliage. The bush shook, and then one after another blossoms
began to appear amidst the dark green leaves. They were
silvery, quarter-moon shaped, and soon they covered the entire
bush.
Obi-Wan was clearly enchanted. He sniffed one of the blossoms
and shook his head. This smells familiar, but. . .
Qui-Gon's voice in his head was quiet. It smells of you.
Delighted, Obi-Wan grinned at his lover. It's a Joxtrepia!
For me?
It would seem so.
But how. . .I mean, yours is on Coruscant. I won't be able
to come here and visit.
Never underestimate the power of the Force, Obi-Wan. Let
your Joxtrepia decide. Remember we can only take what is
given.
Obi-Wan stroked one blossom after another. You are
beautiful, my Joxtrepia. I am in awe. The bush responded by
bursting into even more exquisite blossoms. He looked back to
Qui-Gon, Is this how you got your bush?
Sort of. Qui-Gon remembered his first time on the hidden
moon. I was having trouble with the living Force, and my
Master brought me here to actually SEE the strands. I was
asleep when my bush came. It just walked right up and sat on my
belly. Scared me half to death.
Reluctantly Obi-Wan let go of the Joxtrepia and rose,
stretching a little. The bush seemed satisfied to just sit, and
strands of Force slipped in and out of the foliage as if they
were playing tag. Obi-Wan watched and began to comprehend what
Master Sam had been telling him about the living Force. As if a
door opened and light shone through, he suddenly understood. So
beautiful. Such connections.
He turned and went to kneel before his lover. Leaning forward,
he gazed deep into Qui-Gon's eyes, then kissed him softly.
"Thank you," he whispered, and Quin-Gon encircled him with
strong arms, holding him close.
"I belong with you, don't I?" Obi-Wan breathed.
Qui-Gon crushed him closer. "Yes."
They made love again, slowly this time, taking infinite care to
explore each other using all their senses and the bond that had
grown between them. And when their hearts had calmed and
Obi-Wan lay in Qui-Gon's arms, they slept.
When they arrived in Coruscant the next day, they made a
strange trio: two Jedi, solemnly covered in hooded robes, arms
tucked inside sleeves, and a large green bush leaving a trail
of silvery, moon-shaped blossoms in it's wake as it waddled
along behind.
Once inside the Temple, Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan directly to the
garden where his own Joxtrepia grew, but held him back at the
entrance. "Let your bush decide where it will live."
The garden was huge, the largest in the temple, with any number
of places for foliage this size. Obi-Wan's bush seemed to know
exactly where it was going, and he followed it at a distance,
then laughed delightedly when it went straight to it's own
kind, now bursting with golden sun blossoms, and settled in
with apparent contentment, already reaching roots into the
ground, twining with those of it's partner.
Obi-Wan stood still and watched. Qui-Gon came up behind him and
wrapped his arms around his young lover, tucking his own arms
into the padawan's sleeves, just holding him. They stayed that
way for a long time, not speaking, before a light buzz filled
the air, Master Sam calling his padawan.
Obi-Wan listened for a moment, and grew stiff, pulling away.
The buzzing stopped abruptly. "I can't do this," he whispered.
"Obi-Wan?"
"That was my Master. He says. . .he says they're sending us
away. He says I have to leave in less than an hour. He says I
have to leave you." Obi-Wan began to tremble. "I can't do
that."
Qui-Gon felt a bolt go through him and closed his eyes briefly.
Too little time. Their bond was stronger now, but not complete.
Obi-Wan's back was to him, but he could feel the devastation
going on inside his lover and every instinct wanted to hold
him, comfort him, keep him safe.
No. He didn't realize he had reached out a hand until he
dropped it. No.
Obi-Wan turned. "I won't. I won't go. I won't leave you."
Qui-Gon took a deep breath. "You have to go. It is your duty
and Sam is your Master."
Obi-Wan's eyes darkened. "You won't let me go. You can't. Not
now."
"Yes, Obi-Wan, I CAN let you go." Qui-Gon felt his heart break
at the look that flashed over the padawan's face. "It doesn't
mean I WANT you to go. And you'll be back before you know it. .
."
"At which time you'll be gone." Obi-Wan had gone definitely
into a pout and Qui-Gon felt a twitch of irritation. There was
no need to make this more difficult.
"We knew this time would come. . ." he began.
"Not yet." Obi-Wan came back to him. "Please Qui-Gon. Don't do
this to me."
Qui-Gon frowned. "I haven't done anything to you. Sith, you're
a grown man and you're going to be a Knight of the Jedi Order.
Act like it."
Obi-Wan just looked at him, stoney. Qui-Gon felt a slow rise in
shields coming from him and it was agonizing, being cut off
from his light. He tried again. "Listen to me. You have years
to go before your knighting. You have much yet to learn. But
I'm not your teacher. I don't WANT to be your teacher. I don't
want that kind of relationship with you. I thought you were
grown, but you're acting like a child. Obi-Wan, I don't want a
child."
Obi-Wan said slowly, "I see." He nodded to himself and his
shields rose completely. Not looking at Qui-Gon, not seeing the
pain in Qui-Gon's eyes, he smiled a little. "Thank you,
Qui-Gon. I won't bother you anymore."
"Obi-Wan. . ."
But he was gone, walking away with his head up and his gait
firm.
Qui-Gon took a step after him, brought himself up short,
staggering a little, then sank to the ground.
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