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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali
Category: Angst
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan, of course
Summary: After reading Catnip's response to this week's TMP100 challenge, (to write a 100 word "drabble" about one or more of the Seven Deadly Sins), I asked, and she agreed, to let me do a mirror piece to hers. This is it. Sort of.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
Notes: Thanks to Catnip for first letting me play in her sandbox, and then for taking the time to take a look at what I did before I posted it. Still, all mistakes are mine.
ENVY
Obi-Wan heard the whispers, and knew who they were talking about. He saw the looks most didn't even bother to hide. Bruck was the first to actually give voice to the question everyone was asking.
"Did he take you for your mouth or your ass?" Bruck sneered. "There's no other reason he'd take you as his Padawan!"
Ignoring the taunts, Obi-Wan took his tray and quickly made his way to where his Master sat eating noon meal. His Master. Obi-Wan still couldn't believe his good fortune at being chosen to be the Padawan of such a one as Qui-Gon Jinn.
GREED
"With your permission, Master Takna asked me to stay after class the next few days to work on aerials," Obi-Wan said at first meal. "He thinks with practice, I'll be able to compete with second year Padawans."
"Of course you may stay, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said quickly. He didn't really like the Aerials Instructor, but the man was very good at finding, and training, the best aerialists in the Order. And Obi-Wan certainly showed a propensity for being a first class aerialist. Qui-Gon just wished he was a better aerialist himself, so Obi-Wan wouldn't have to spend time with another Master.
LUST
Obi-Wan was fantasizing about his Master. He was remembering how Qui-Gon held the ravishing Ol-Pi-Lum, (dignitary) in his arms a few weeks ago, as they'd danced at some dinner. How Qui-Gon's arms cradled the woman, and how she'd smiled at him. But in his mind, he was the one dancing with Qui-Gon. He looked up into blue eyes smiling down at him. Eyes that promised wonderful things later, when they were alone. Just the idea of being held and looked at by his Master was enough. With a stifled moan, Obi-Wan squeezed his shaft once more, and shuddered his release.
GLUTTONY
Qui-Gon loved seeing Obi-Wan like this. All spread out before him, satiated and boneless with bruised, swollen lips and still painted with the faint blush of arousal.
"Force, but you are beautiful," Qui-Gon whispered huskily. He licked his lips in anticipation of bringing his lover back to full arousal again. "And I'm going to make love to you all night long."
"Tell me, my Master" Obi-Wan murmured, as he stretched beneath the larger man. "Tell me what you are going to do to me."
Qui-Gon chuckled softly, dangerously, as he pressed his lips to Obi-Wan's ear. "I'll show you instead."
SLOTH
Obi-Wan stretched slowly, knowing Qui-Gon was lying next to him, watching him. "Do you know what time it is?" he asked, grinning over at his lover.
"I don't care," Qui-Gon answered, rather uncharacteristically. "I just want to lie here and stare at you."
"Or we could actually do something fun," Obi-Wan grinned, suggestively.
"We could," Qui-Gon agreed. "When I can make my muscles obey me again."
Obi-Wan reached over and lazily slid his hand up and down Qui-Gon's shaft. "I can make this muscle obey me," he teased.
Qui-Gon groaned softly, feeling his cock begin to fill and harden. Again.
ANGER
Though he didn't have the gift of foresight, Qui-Gon knew the creature would kill one of them. And it was Obi-Wan the Sith wanted most of all. He felt anger rising in his throat, like bile, and for the first time in his life, did nothing to push it back. He knew it was the only way he could fight the devil alone, and have any chance of winning.
He dropped to his knees in front of the energy shield, feeling the Force swirl angrily around him. This thing, this beast, would not take the life of his beloved Obi-Wan.
PRIDE
Qui-Gon was surprised at how little his wound hurt. He lay on the floor, gasping for breath, and stared up at the creature dancing before him. And suddenly Obi-Wan was there, and Qui-Gon had never seen him fight so well.
Obi-Wan twirled and parried, lunged and thrust, and practically flew through the air. It was over almost as quickly as it began, and then Obi-Wan was there, holding his Master.
With so little time left and so much to say, Qui-Gon whispered his final instructions, while filling their bond with the enormous pride he felt for Obi-Wan. It was enough.
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