Author's Note: It's a slash fic inspired by Rammstein's cover
of Depeche Mode's song, 'Stripped'. My first PWP, be so very
proud of me. I wrote it in about two hours of constant
listening to just this one song. No beta.
Archive: Master_Apprentice, SWAL, anywhere else you want it,
just tell me.
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Rating: NC-17, HC (just to appease the Christian Coalition)
Spoilers: Pre-TPM
Warnings: PWP, really nothing much more...songfic, I think?
Summary: Our boys and a striptease.
Feedback: I get really nervous writing PWPs, please, make me
feel better (pout pout)? Engelhasse@yahoo.com
Come with me into the trees
We lay on the grass and let hours pass...
The golden beetle flew straight into Obi-Wan Kenobi's tunic. He
forgot to be irritated with it, and picked it up carefully out
of the folds of his Jedi shirt. "Master, is it the nature of
these insects to be so clumsy?" he asked, inspecting the bug as
he held it between thumb and forefinger. He removed the
forefinger, and let it crawl on his thumb. Its antennae brushed
upwards against the second finger that had trapped it, and it
began travelling along his hand curiously.
Take my hand, come back to the land...
"I think not, Padawan. It is merely confused," Qui-Gon Jinn
replied, lying back beside his handsome young apprentice. They
were on the tropical planet of Enn'Ina, as a holiday given them
by the Council. //Not the only thing to be confused around you,
t'mulahn,// he sighed mentally. Obi-Wan looked up at him in
amusement. "T'mulahn? Whence did you learn that word, Master?"
he queried, amused. Qui-Gon smiled indulgently at his Padawan,
and now lover, and answered teasingly, "From you, of course. I
want to help you learn Zabrakian."
Let's get away...
Obi-Wan nodded, and remembered the pain before pushing it away.
He had begun to learn that language for the remembrance of his
friend, Tuüra, since she had been the one that had brought
him to Qui-Gon's heart, and it had been the lengua del amor
between her and her love, both lost to death. He remembered it
of loves lost and found. And now Qui-Gon had picked up a few
choice words...how interesting.
Metropolis has nothing like this...
//And how many are so confused about me, t'mulahn?// Obi-Wan's
languid mental question burned against Qui-Gon's mind with
merely a brush. "I, for one. And many others. I think that the
city of Coruscant would stop itself from polluting if you only
asked it, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon replied huskily, trailing his long
blunt fingers down Obi-Wan's cheek.
You breathing in fumes...
Obi-Wan tilted his head slightly, and drew two of his Master's
fingers into his mouth, running his teeth lightly over them.
//Indeed, Master? The entire city?// he probed, giggling
laughter coloring his thoughts. Qui-Gon was far too distracted
by Obi-Wan arousing the nerves in his hand to respond with
anything but a groan as Obi-Wan pulled him closer.
I taste when we kiss...
"Truly, the whole city would stop it's pollution were you to
desire it. But who wants the city?" Qui-Gon panted, drawing
Obi-Wan against his chest. Obi-Wan began devouring the bare
skin of Qui-Gon's throat, and murmured, "How much longer are we
here, Master?"
Let's get away, just for one day...
Obi-Wan's hands had strayed to Qui-Gon's back, and his lips
were eagerly preventing Qui-Gon from formulating any decent
response. //One more day, Padawan. One more day in this land.//
Qui-Gon thought. The tropical paradise where they'd been sent
was beautiful and secluded, and he would miss it when they
returned to Coruscant and the eternal city's rush.
Let me see you stripped
Obi-Wan's fingers found the clasp of his Master's cloak.
Qui-Gon helped his apprentice divest him of his garments, then
pulled Obi-Wan down to the ground with him. Qui-Gon captured
the Padawan's lips with his, drinking in a long succulent
draught of the taste of his lover.
Take my hand , come back to the land
Where everything's ours, for a few hours...
Qui-Gon's hands roamed down to Obi-Wan's clothing, but his
apprentice pushed them away. The Master gave his apprentice a
curious look, and Obi-Wan smiled wickedly. He lost the cloak on
the ground, and straddled Qui-Go's nude form. Qui-Gon raised an
eyebrow in amusement, and watched.
Let me see you stripped down to the bone...
Obi-Wan stood up, and focused on his Master's arousal. He undid
the ties on his tunic, and slid it off slowly, each centimeter
reveled increasing Qui-Gon's desire. Obi-Wan unconsciously
stretched, letting his Master watch his lean muscles ripple in
anticipation, and dropped the discarded tunic with his cloak.
Let me hear you make decisions
Without your television...
Obi-Wan removed his boots elegantly, giving Qui-Gon a good view
of his legs as his leggings were stretched tightly against his
legs, then he stood again. He locked eyes with Qui-Gon, and
undid his breeches, already bulging with his passion. He tugged
them off equally slowly, exposing his long legs and engorged
organ.
Let me see you stripped down to the bone...
Qui-Gon was fairly coming already just at the sight of his
Padawan's pale body. Obi-Wan knew and sensed this, grinning as
he slunk on all fours towards his Master, his hips betraying
the feline grace embodied in him. Qui-Gon sat up on his knees,
and Obi-Wan reached up to kiss him.
Let me hear you speaking just for me...
Their lips caught and met flawlessly, tearing at the other's
violently. Qui-Gon thrust his tongue into Obi-Wan's hot mouth,
tasting his lover. Obi-Wan opened his mind up completely,
letting nothing be hidden, and Qui-Gon did the same, sensing
his lover's thoughts and desires easily. "I am stripped before
you, you can see everything," Obi-Wan breathed as Qui-Gon's
appreciative mouth moved down to his neck. "Stripped down to
the bone, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon added, his mind reaching out and
joining with his lovers. Their bodies soon followed suit.
Let me see you stripped down to the bone...
Nearby, a small golden beetle finally poked its antennae out of
Obi-Wan's tunic. It felt around, feeling nothing, and glared
indignantly at the two humans entwined on the grass beside the
shirt. It lifted its antennae in a scowl, and flew away.
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