feedback: Yes please. I've never written slash before, and only
ever saw such stories for the first time last month.
Summary: Inspired by Telanu's brilliant Substitution I wrote
this as a sequel. Obi-Wan realises that his master has a
secret. And that it somehow involves a one night stand in
Alderaan. But will he be able to cope with the details of
Qui-Gon's passion with another?
(Archivist's note: This story is an unauthorized sequel and
should be considered alternative-universe to Telanu's series,
not officially part of it.)
I'm a professional. Very very good at what I do. And one thing
I learnt early on, was not to let the customers get to me. Yes,
the big Jedi had managed to get under my skin. Gods, was it any
wonder, given that it had been the best fuck ever? But what did
I need to worry about an uncouth piece of rough trade? The man
had some kind of kink, that was clear. All that shit about Jedi
being different from the rest of us.... Well now I knew
otherwise.
Cursing, I turned away from the window, banished the image of
the big Jedi and the younger one walking down the road from my
mind, and busied myself with the more important things I had to
do.
Of course, when your life is as busy as mine is, and you're in
demand, you don't have time to brood. The next few months found
me with an even more select clientele. The owner of the
establishment I worked in was no fool. He realised my
importance to the business, and I became a partner in it. That
in turn meant my client list was even more selective. My charms
don't come cheap. My social invites stretched beyond the mayor
now, to aristocrats, senior politicians. I'd almost forgotten
what had happened.
Then he appeared. It was some nine months later. My last
customer for the night. The previous one had been many hours
earlier - I was no longer in the category where I had to take
them one after another.
I was reclining on a jacarandan sofa. Semi-sentient, they were
great sex-aids as they caught the mood of whoever sat on them,
and cost a fortune. An Alderaan prince had bought it for me.
The door opened, and I caught a glimpse of a brown cloak, sand
coloured tunic and dark boots and my heart did the most amazing
flip. So he was back, eh? I raised my eyes to his face, ready
for a cutting remark, then froze. It wasn't the face of the man
Id expected to see. The big, beautiful Jedi. The older man,
with the lion's man of brown and grey hair, and the piercing
blue eyes. It was the other one, the younger one. The one who
looked like me. Well, a younger, more muscular, less cynical
version. The man the big Jedi had had in his mind, when he was
screwing me that night. Shit.
"What do you want?". Normally, I adore mind games. But not this
time. This was too weird. And too personal. What did the man
want? Did he want to fuck me as well, as a way of having some
kind of connection with the other one?
The young Jedi looked at me, and flushed. He had the most
amazing, green-grey eyes, that even when he tried that
emotionless Jedi shit still gave some of his feelings away.
"My...colleague visited you some time ago." He began softly.
The voice was very unlike mine. Cultured. No wonder the big
Jedi had not wanted me to speak. The memory of that enraged me,
and I snapped at the young one "I'm not interested in a
threesome, if that's what you're after. You've come to the
wrong room"
The young man flinched slightly, and I saw one hand move to the
plait that hung down over his right shoulder. I remembered that
the big Jedi had kept fumbling at my right shoulder with one
enormous hand. That braid must have been what he was looking
for.
"I..." the young Jedi paused, steadied himself, then pulled a
pile of credits from under his cloak. "Please.. I.. just want
to know what happened"
I arched an eyebrow at him. His face had fallen into that
serene, there is no emotion pose that I had heard they are all
schooled in. But those eyes gave him away.
Well. Talk about perverse. And Id had the impression, when I
glimpsed him all those months ago, that he was innocent.
Smiling, with a tinge of viciousness, I took the pile of
credits. Lay back on the jacarandan sofa. And told him what had
happened. Everything. I knew it would hurt him. Wanted to hurt
him. Made sure to list every caress, every lick, every groan.
Left out the fact that he hadnt wanted me to say anything.
Hadnt kissed me enough. As I told him, I relived it in my own
mind. Felt those big, calloused hands on me. Was stretched by
that huge cock. Little gods! I felt myself harden as I spoke.
And all the while, the young Jedi sat there. Poised. Still.
Dying.
And then, in my enthusiasm, or foolishness or I don't know
what, I mentioned the words that the big Jedi had been gasping
whilst he screwed me, the words which he'd screamed as he came
- and I heard the young man gasp. My eyes -which had closed -
flew open.
Idiot. I said to myself. Fucking fucking idiot. You shouldn't
have told him. "What..did..you..say?" He breathed the words
out, as if in a trance. He rose to his feet, in an unbelievably
gracious movement, and leaned over me. "What were those words
he said?" I stared back into those incredible eyes. Dumb. I
wouldn't, couldn't repeat the words the big Jedi had cried out
in the throes of his orgasm. I wouldnt repeat them, because I
knew what they were. They were the young Jedi's name.
Gods!Gods!Gods!
I saw those eyes blaze, even as the young Jedi's face remained
impassive. There was a heat in them that almost rivalled the
older Jedi's. Suddenly, he leaned down, and kissed me. He was
only the second Jedi ever to have done that to me, and just as
with the first, it was... memorable. I heard him murmur in my
ear "Thank you". I thought I'd faint, like some silly
schoolboy. And then he was gone.
Shuddering, I dragged myself to the window, my mind in turmoil.
I saw the young Jedi walking down the road, his cloak flowing
behind him. As he reached the corner, I saw another man stroll
towards him. I knew that huge, powerful frame, and that broken
nose. They stopped, a good two strides from each other. I
strained forward, but couldn't hear any words being said. To
all intents and purposes, they were just looking at each other.
But Id always heard that Jedi had the ability to speak with
their minds, so I can only assume they were having a mental
conversation. They seemed to stay frozen like that, not
touching, for an eternity. The young Jedi's head tilted up.
Then, slowly, he raised his hand, and touched the big man's
cheek. Very delicately. A simple touch. Yet somehow, it was the
most erotic thing Id ever seen.
The big man stiffened. I imagined the pupils in those blue eyes
dilating, and I certainly heard him draw in a breath, sharply.
Then the young one spoke.
"Master".
That was all he said. One word. Somehow that one word was
invested with all the passion, desire, and need in the galaxy.
The big man drew in another deep shuddering breath. I could see
that that famous Jedi control had been shredded by that one
word.
"Padawan". That was the word the big Jedi groaned in reply. And
then they moved so fast, it was a blur. Into each other's arms.
I watched, sickened, unbearably aroused, as the big man, hands
on either side of the young Jedi's face, devoured his mouth. I
saw the younger one leaning into his body, hands tangling in
the long hair, lifting one leg up to curl it around the big
man's calf. Gods! They were going to do it in the street!
And then suddenly, the big Jedi broke off, huge gasping breaths
shaking his body, his arms gripped tight around the young one,
moving his head down to nuzzle the other mans neck. The young
one simultaneously moved his head down to the big man's
shoulder. His body was wracked with gasping that was almost
like crying. They stood there, holding each other for a while,
until the shuddering stopped, until the gasps were silenced.
Then, slowly, arms around each other's waists, they moved down
the road. By the time they got to the end of it, and then
disappeared out of my sight, they were, once again, the epitome
of Jedi calm, cool, control.
Epilogue
It was a year later. That Alderaan prince had decided that he
couldn't live without me, and I was now esconced in a splendid
palace. My life has become a round of entertaining, dinners,
balls. My prince, luckily for me, is fairly attractive, and has
less of the vices common to his class. Its not a sacrifice, by
any means.
Tonight, though, I came the closest I ever have to ruining it.
A dinner for some republic bigwig. Followed by a ball. Dozens
of eminences from fifty planets. And then walking in through
the door, two men in brown cloaks, and sand coloured tunics,
with light sabres hooked on a belt. One young, lithe, medium
height with eyes a vivid green-grey, face beautiful and strong.
The other, also beautiful. Big, leonine, radiating power,
moving with a grace that was surprising in a man his size. The
two Jedi.
They were in the party of republic big wigs. Faces impassive,
arms folded in those plain cloaks. They walked slowly behind
the rest of the group not touching each other, measured paces,
completely in synch. They paused whilst a servant presented a
tray of food. The younger one reached for something, whilst the
older one watched him. I felt a lance of the most exquisite
pain, as the younger one turned his head, to look into the big
man's eyes. I saw the expression on their faces, very fleeting
before that Jedi stoicism descended again. That look told me
everything that had passed between them that night the younger
one came to my room. Something so beautiful and powerful and
deep, I could never have hoped to rival it.
As I watched, pain writhing in me like a snake, the younger
Jedi looked up suddenly, and his eyes met mine. I flinched,
expecting... I don't know what I was expecting. Triumph?
Contempt? Disgust? I saw none of those things. In that
beautiful face- so similar, yet different from my own - I
saw...compassion. And then, I was flooded with a feeling of
peace. He dropped his gaze, and turned back to look at the big
Jedi, who was waiting for him, arms folded. As I watched them,
the big man stretched his hand out, and touched the braid
hanging down on the young ones shoulder. The intimacy in that
gesture nearly undid me. I thought I would come, right there,
and disgrace myself and my prince. Shutting my eyes I clamped
down with all my self-control. The moment passed, and I was in
command of my body again. And the feeling of peace had
returned. I looked over to where the two Jedi had been
standing.
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