Summary: Qui-Gon continues to exact a revenge on his 16 year
old padawan.
Obi-Wan awoke with a groan. He refused to open his eyes,
determined to will himself back to sleep. There was no way he
was getting up. If he got up, he would have to face more of his
master's questions. And he would rather proposition Master Yoda
than have to answer any more of Qui-Gon's questions.
His mind still reeled from yesterday. He did not want to know
what his master thought he might be doing that could be
construed as unsanitary. He really, really did not. And if
Qui-Gon asked him about a penis in his behind again, he thought
he just might die.
Qui-Gon could tell his padawan was awake. He chuckled to
himself, amused that the boy thought he could avoid him by
feigning sleep. He had waited three long years for this. He was
going to enjoy it. He did feel a momentary twinge of guilt at
embarrassing his padawan. After all, the boy had been innocent
when he nearly embarrassed him to death. But he took heart in
the fact that he would not be embarrassing Obi-Wan in public.
At least not yet, anyway.
"Padawan, are you awake?" Qui-Gon asked as he opened the door
to Obi-Wan's room and walked in.
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied despondently. He might as well
get it over with.
"Padawan, I am sorry if I upset you with my questions last
night," Qui-Gon began, his voice serious and concerned as he
sat down on the bed. "I was worried for your well-being."
"That's alright, Master," Obi-Wan said. "I understand."
"I am glad, Padawan," Qui-Gon smiled. "I would not like for you
to be doing anything unsanitary. And that penis in the behind
thing can be quite painful if done incorrectly."
Obi-Wan blushed from the top of his head to the tips of his
toes. He sent a heated prayer to the Force for his bed to
swallow him alive. ~~Please, please, please, don't let him ask
me if I've done it.~~
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said as he picked up his apprentice's
desperate thought. "Have you allowed yourself to be taken in
this way? Has Trevor put his penis in your behind?"
It was all Qui-Gon could do not to burst out laughing at the
mortified look on his padawan's face. He thought back to when
he was sixteen . If Yoda had said anything like this to him, he
probably would have died. Or run screaming from the Temple.
Perhaps he should back off just a bit. But revenge was such a
sweet, sweet dish.
"Master," Obi-Wan gulped. "I... Must we talk about this?"
"I am concerned for your well-being, Padawan," Qui-Gon said
gently. "I worry that Trevor may not be properly educated to
take you in this fashion without causing you harm. He may need
some tutelage. I would be more than happy... "
"Master!" Obi-Wan cried out, aghast at what Qui-Gon was
suggesting. "Trevor is more than capable of... of... taking me
that way."
"So you have allowed him to place his penis in your behind?"
Qui-Gon asked ruthlessly.
"No," Obi-Wan replied. His face felt like it was on fire as his
master looked at him with wide blue eyes. "We haven't...
haven't gotten that far yet."
"Ah. Then perhaps I should offer my services to Trevor. To
ensure that he does you no harm," Qui-Gon offered helpfully.
Obi-Wan was going to hurt himself if he did not let up soon.
Oh, well, all good things must end sometime.
"NO!" Obi-Wan practically shouted. "Please, Master. I think we
can manage."
"Yes, Master. Very sure." Obi-Wan breathed a sigh as Qui-Gon
agreed to let the young men handle things on their own.
"One last question, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said as he stood up to
leave. "I know Trevor is your first. I take it you are his as
well?"
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan replied, not trusting where this was
going one little bit.
"Then I should advise you to take great care in tasting him
thoroughly."
"Ta... tasting him?" Obi-Wan repeated.
"Yes, Padawan," Qui-Gon replied. "I have it on good authority
that virgins taste better."
With that, the Jedi master turned and left his speechless
apprentice behind. No sooner had the door slid shut behind him
than Qui-Gon let loose his laughter. He would treasure the look
of stunned horror on his padawan's face for the rest of his
life. Oh, some days it was good to be a master.
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