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This is the third installment of Worship's challenge. I've
called the series Tangled Webs - enjoy!
Notes: // denotes memory
The dreams started almost immediately once the healers and
Qui-Gon had stopped putting him to sleep by the use of the
Force. For the most part the dreams were full of vague, shadowy
images. It was rather like watching clouds ghost over the moon,
silver-gray wraiths without substance. But they left such
longings in their wake.
He could remember... some things. Everything up to just before
his thirteenth birthday. He remembered his mother and father as
well as his father's death and his mother's remarriage. He
remembered his stepbrother Owen, and his stuffed Wookie. He
remembered his name was Obi-Wan Kenobi but his family used to
call him by a pet name - Ben. Obi-Wan remembered being chosen
for the academy, his problems with his temper, his friend Bant
and his rival Bruck. But that was where the memories stopped.
The Healers said it was all right for him to know the basics of
how Master Qui-Gon took him as a Padawan. So, Master had told
him about the mission to Bandomeer and how it was Obi-Wan's
courage and his ideals that made Qui-Gon realized they were
meant to be Padawan and Master... but Obi-Wan still couldn't
remember it himself.
Sometimes he would catch Master looking at him unguardedly. The
emotions that flitted across Qui-Gon's face in those moments,
the feelings that shadowed his eyes were so... confusing. It
made Obi-Wan wonder what Qui-Gon was hiding. What important
things, really important things he couldn't remember. Force
above, as if losing his memory wasn't enough! Why couldn't he
remember? What was stopping him?
Groaning in frustration, Obi-Wan threw off the thin sheet that
covered him. He couldn't sleep for hours after a dream and he
had long since stopped trying to force himself back to sleep.
Wandering out of the ocean-side cottage he shared with his
Master, Obi-Wan breathed in the salt-tang of the air as he
watched ghost clouds chase over the moon. The peaceful sound of
ocean swells breaking on the sand filled him with serenity.
This whole island was a haven of serenity. There were lush
tropical forests, balmy days and cool nights laden with the
scent of tropical night-blooming flowers. There were green
mountains and silver sand beaches. Waterfalls with hidden
grottos and gentle streams. All of it surrounded by the crystal
green Sellonian sea. The Healing complex was a series of
unobtrusive buildings made of ancient stone and covered with
vegetation. There were little cottages that dotted the island
at intervals, for the recovering. At the moment Obi-Wan and his
Master were the only people on the island save the Healers so
they had the run of the place.
But none of it seemed to help him, Obi-Wan thought
frustratedly. They'd been here two weeks and still nothing. The
swelling was gone, the wound was healed. Even his Master's
wound was gone and that was by far the more grievous one. So
why couldn't Obi-Wan remember? All the Healers would tell him
was that these things take time. The Force worked as it saw
fit. If Obi-Wan heard one more platitude he'd scream. Their
comforting words were anything but comforting!
"Why can't I remember? He whispered, anguished. There was
something... just beyond his grasp. An intangible something
that preyed on his mind. A... connection he needed to remember.
It called to him, just like the siren song of the ocean. It
lured him towards... Master Qui-Gon.
A low moan form his Master's room had Obi-Wan spinning and
moving towards the sound without a thought. Qui-Gon needed him.
The veranda doors of Qui-Gon's room were open. The gauzy white
curtains billowed like phantoms in the breeze. He could just
make out his Master's shifting form through the thin material.
Qui-Gon seemed to be tossing and moving as if caught in the
throes of some dream. Instinct took over and Obi-Wan reached
out thoughtlessly to touch his mind to his Master's through
their bond. He wanted to soothe Qui-Gon's troubled sleep. But
before he could complete the connection...
"Ohhhh... my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon moaned. His large hands moved
restlessly over his chest, almost caressingly. Obi-Wan started
at the sound, the almost raw desire that colored Qui-Gon's
voice. What was his Master dreaming about?
Slipping onto Qui-Gon's dream, Obi-Wan slipped into a memory...
a memory of himself and Qui-Gon. An intimate and erotic memory
of himself and Qui-Gon.
//"Ohhhh, right there Obi... Force that feels good!" Qui-Gon
moaned in pleasure. Strong, agile fingers worked on a
particularly tensed set of muscles in Qui-Gon's shoulder
blades.
"I warned you on Gaelon that going against the Council's orders
would not be a good idea Master," Obi-Wan gently reminded, as
he worked on the tormented back that was directly in front of
him. The hot water of the large tub they were soaking in had
helped to loosen the too tense Jedi Master so that the massage
could properly work all the knots out.
"Stop chiding Obi. Those people needed help despite what we
were told. They were being blackmailed by their own government
officials into smuggling spice, and when they were caught the
officials just confiscated their goods anyway."
"I agree that they needed help Master, I just disagree at the
manner with which you decided to help them. You realize we
started a civil war don't you?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Yes love, I realize what we did. Thank you for supporting me
with the Council despite your disagreement over my methods."
Obi-Wan stopped working on the now sufficiently loosened
muscles of his Master and wrapped his arms around Qui-Gon's
waist. "You are my Master, my love, my lover and my
life-bonded. I will always support you even if I don't always
agree with you," Obi-Wan informed him, wearing his emotions out
in the open for Qui-Gon to see.
Moving Qui-Gon's hair out of the way, Obi-Wan placed petal soft
kisses on the sensitive skin he'd exposed, worshipping the
flesh of the man he adored. Shivers began to chase up and down
Qui-Gon's spine and he pressed firmly back into the chest of
his life-mate. "Mmmmm... I don't deserve you, you know,"
Qui-Gon sighed happily.
"No you don't," Obi-Wan teased. "Luckily for you though,
I deserve a wonderful, noble, loving, stubborn,
maverick, roguish Jedi Master - so you're stuck with me."
"Bratling," Qui-Gon growled as he turned suddenly, sending
waves of water sluicing over the sides of the tub and capturing
Obi-Wan's mouth, ravishing it into docility.
Qui-Gon... please, Obi-Wan begged, projecting luscious
images of Qui-Gon taking him there in the bath.
Qui-Gon's breath caught. He was a man truly blessed. His
life-mate was as adventurous sexually as he was circumspect on
his missions. And Qui-Gon loved to explore his mischievous
bratling's fantasies to the fullest, as they were both rewarded
with unbelievable pleasure.
This is what you really want beloved? he asked, just to
make sure. The last thing he would ever do was hurt his
Obi-Wan.
Yes Qui-Gon, oh yes, came the intoxicating mental
caress. Obi-Wan broke of the mind numbing kiss and turned,
crossing his arms on the tub edge and using them as a pillow.
His hips were thrust out and back invitingly and his legs
slightly spread.
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon sighed out loud. He never failed to be moved
by the sight of his love's strong, agile body. It was as close
to perfect as one could get.
Qui-Gon reached for the bottle of bath oil they had used to
scent the water and poured a liberal dose into his hand to warm
it. He let it trickle between Obi-Wan's firm cheeks, admiring
the way the taut globes of flesh tensed and relaxed. He slowly
pushed a large, blunt tipped finger into Obi-Wan, sliding it
back and forth slowly, preparing his lover. A second finger was
added and he began to scissor them back and forth, rotating the
fingers slightly. Obi-Wan began to moan, a soft, needy sound
that spiced the moist air of the bathing room. Qui-Gon added a
third finger, still scissoring and rotating his fingers while
every so often brushing them against the sensitive nub of
nerves that made up Obi-Wan's prostate.
Master, please! Obi-Wan whimpered mentally as he thrust
back on those maddeningly gentle fingers.
"Out loud my Obi-Wan, say my name out loud," Qui-Gon demanded,
knowing how much Obi-Wan secretly loved saying Qui-Gon's given
name at times like this and how much he loved hearing Obi-Wan
use it. Qui-Gon grasped Obi-Wan's erection and began to stroke
it in counterpoint to his invading fingers causing ice-fire to
race along Obi-Wans hypersensitive nerves, so intense was the
pleasure.
"Qui-Gon, please! No more teasing..." Obi-Wan panted softly. He
wanted Qui-Gon inside of him when he came, and Obi-Wan was so
close to the edge he could almost taste it!
"No more teasing love. I promise." Placing the tip of his
straining cock against Obi-Wan's well-prepared anus, Qui-Gon
slowly, gently sheathed himself in the tight oiled heat of his
life-mate's body.
"Ohhhh yessss," Obi-Wan moaned erotically, moving back and
forth, impaling himself first on the spear of Qui-Gon's
erection then thrusting himself into Qui-Gon's fist.
"No Obi. Tonight I do all the work," Qui-Gon murmured
possessively, stilling his lover's movements with a firm grasp
on Obi-Wan's hips.
Qui-Gon began to move slowly at first, a slight shallow motion
meant to whet their appetites and push them towards greater
need. Obi-Wan moaned and begged and pleaded for more, his
language becoming more coarse and descriptive as he was further
aroused. Gone was the controlled deferential young man that was
his student. In the student's place was a writhing, sensual,
carnal man whom Qui-Gon could never get enough of. His Obi-Wan
was out of control. It was a truly erotic sight.
Qui-Gon's hips and hand began a fast rhythm that soon turned
into a pounding staccato of thrusts as his passion for his
Obi-Wan pushed him beyond his limits. Qui-Gon made sure to
brush the tip of his cock against Obi-Wan's prostate with each
inward thrust even has his left hand pumped the younger man's
erection with a firm grip. His right hand dug into the lean
flesh of Obi-Wan's hip, unknowingly leaving a bruise behind, so
great was Qui-Gon's need.
"Yes, yes, yes... Harder... Oh Gods... QUI-GON!" Obi-Wan
screamed out ferociously as he shuddered and came harder than
ever before.
"Obi-Wan... my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon gasped as his life-mate's
inner muscles clamped down hard on Qui-Gon's thrusting cock,
milking the steely flesh. Qui-Gon bit down hard on his lip and
orgasmed powerfully, sending streaming jets of his life essence
into the body of his beloved Obi-Wan.
Collapsing onto Obi-Wan's back, Qui-Gon tried to gather his
wits about him as he hugged his Life-bonded tightly too him.
"Ohhhh... my Obi-Wan..."//
Obi-Wan snapped back into his own mind with an almost violent
intensity and quickly returned to his rooms, more confused than
ever. He and Qui-Gon were lovers? Life-mates? They were
life-bonded and neither Qui-Gon nor the healers thought to
share that important little fact with him? What else were they
hiding, he wondered angrily.
Pacing back and forth like a caged tybar, Obi-Wan at last
reached his breaking point. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't
stay here a moment longer. Throwing on a pair of breeches,
loose shirt, his boots and his robe Obi-Wan quickly left the
cottage. He needed to get away, to sort out his seething
thoughts and emotions. The sighing waves beckoned him on.
Obi-Wan had been wandering for the better part of the night,
but still his emotions boiled and ate at him. He'd walked
halfway around the island to the landing strip and still the
answer, the memories refused to come. Sighing, he sat down
where the sand of the beach gave way to the hardened earth of
the landing area and emptied his mind. He sat there, simply
being, watching the transports come and go. Perhaps he was
trying too hard. Slowly, without realizing it, Obi-Wan slipped
into slumber and began to dream once more. Disjointed dreams
full of pain and rejection.
"I take Anakin as my Padawan Learner." He doesn't want me any more.
"There is nothing else I can teach Obi-Wan." Maybe Life-bonds aren't meant to last forever
"The Council will decide Anakin's fate, that should be enough
for you. Now get on board." He doesn't love me anymore ... Oh ... It hurts I want to die ...
Jerking awake, a cry of denial on his lips, Obi-Wan tried to
figure out where he was. He was at the landing strip and ... He
remembered! "I remember everything!" Obi-Wan breathed. He
remembered... Qui-Gon dying and him being given a choice by the
Ancestors. He remembered... "Oh Force... he took another
Padawan, he didn't want me anymore... he... he doesn't need me
anymore." There was a burning behind his eyes and the back of
Obi-Wan's throat ached with the need to scream at his loss.
'No! Enough self pity. He doesn't want me any more and the
Council doesn't think I'm ready for my Trials. Well I'll make
it easier on everyone.' Standing and quickly surveying the
landing strip, the heart-sore Jedi made his decision. He
quickly made his way to a nearby transport, preparing to leave.
If neither the Jedi nor his life-bonded... former life-bonded,
he amended painfully, wanted him so be it. "I'm out of here."
Qui-Gon's dreams had started out pleasantly enough, even if
they were a little frustrating sexually. He was with his
Obi-Wan and all was right in his world. Then... disjointed
dreams of Qui-Gon taking Anakin as his Padawan, rejecting
Obi-Wan, denying their love and their life-bond. Feelings of
pain and rejection and despair so deep he wanted to die. And
the thought that maybe life-bonds aren't meant to last
forever...
"Obi-Wan!" Bolting up in bed Qui-Gon reached out for his
life-mate's mind, in spite of what the healers had warned.
Obi-Wan was remembering at last, and was hurting. Qui-Gon
needed to touch his mind to his love's - to reassure Obi-Wan
that he was loved, that a life-bond, their life-bond
would last forever... but he felt nothing. Obi-Wan wasn't in
their quarters, he wasn't on the island, he wasn't even on the
planet. Obi-Wan was gone.
"No!... Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon cried out in grief and rage.
Obi-Wan had left him. "You promised to never leave me..." he
whispered into the night. "I will find you love... no matter
how long it takes. I will find you and somehow I will prove to
you, convince you that we are forever."
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