Master Apprentice Archive Tertiary Concerns #1 - Marketing Quick search:

Rating: R - NC-17 (I'm Australian, so I'm guessing with this rating system)

Archive: M_A

Series: Yes - Tertiary Concerns - a series of stand alone pieces, linked only by a common theme - my university classes. See notes.

Categories: Q/O, PWP, Educational, Humor/parody (well, *I* thought it was funny)

Feedback: First Slash attempt - any feedback is appreciated, though not required

Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon face their toughest assignment yet.

Disclaimers: They are not mine. I have no money. Don't sue.

Notes: Inspired by my overactive mind, while thinking about Organisational Behavior Management while writing another Q/O story (I never said I was sane). The idea of our dynamic duo facing the insidious challenges that I face daily at university seemed to good to pass up, and soon a series was born. This fic was the first completed (keeping me up in the middle of the night until I beat that damn bunny to death). Enjoy ...

"Marketing, Master?"

"Yes, Padawan."

"Marketing? The Jedi Order?"

"Yes, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said in teacher mode, his speech slow and his words becoming more accented, something Obi-Wan would have loved to listen to all day on any other day but this one.

Marketing.

"The Jedi?" He just couldn't see how that would ever work.

"Even a non-profit organisation can benefit from a marketing campaign, Padawan. The Council is concerned about the Order's image in the outer systems. They would like us to improve that image from baby-eating fiends to life-affirming peace-orientated beings."

Obi-Wan considered this, mulling over the meaning of the words and the work that they now had ahead of them.

Marketing__

Oh no__

"Please Master, tell me that we're not going to be running ads?" He was horrified at the very thought. His Master was going to market their Order? With ads?

Qui-Gon brought his hand up to Obi-Wan's cheek, caressing it gently.

"Perhaps Obi-Wan. There are certainly a few ideas that I think have some merit that we should probably look into."

His mind on the complexities of marketing and their application to the Jedi, he barely noticed the touch.

"Marketing," he repeated, still somewhat dumbfounded. They were Jedi. They fought for peace, justice, freedom and many other noble things, but their reputation?

His internal dialogue halted and then stopped completely when Qui-Gon removed his hand from his face and placed it on his groin, kneading him through the cloth of his pants.

Swallowing, he looked into his Master's lust filled eyes. "You said that you has a few ideas Master?"

Qui-Gon smiled and stepped behind him, until Obi-Wan's back was pressed against his chest. One arm draped around Obi-Wan's waist, pulling him close, his groin still the main focus of Qui-Gon's ministrations. He could feel his master's warm breath on his ear.

"I had a few, yes." Lips were now brushing his neck. "Would you like to hear them?"

Obi-Wan squeaked his approval, unable to speak as Qui-Gon stepped up his gentle torture, his hand now moving firmly against his padawan's hardness.

A soft chuckle escaped that teasing mouth. "Perhaps I should just show you?"

It was a question that seemed to require an answer. Despite the monumental distractions being wrought on his body by mouth and hand, Obi-Wan was proud to respond with something more substantial than a squeak.

"As you w-wish. M-ah-ster."

He was rewarded with another chuckle and then the hand that had been wrapped around his waist was turning his face to meet those teasing lips.

Obi-Wan lost himself in that kiss - it wasn't hard. The kiss was slow, yet needy, passionate yet somehow chaste. It was so many conflicting things that he gave up any notion of a thought so that he could just feel.

Qui-Gon broke the kiss. "I was thinking Padawan, that ... "

Qui-Gon nipped at his lips and pulled away, teasing.

"We need to show those systems ... "

Another nip.

"That we Jedi revere life and celebrate it ... "

He was turned until he was facing Qui-Gon, whose hands were now moving to strip Obi-Wan, his belt and sash falling to the floor.

"In many ... "

The tunic followed soon after.

"Different ... "

Finally, he was freed of his pants and now Obi-Wan stood naked and hard before his now kneeling master.

"Ways."

A brief caress of Obi-Wan's thigh and then those lips were back, kissing his hips, hot tongue darting out occasionally to add fuel to Obi-Wan's already heated fire.

Strong arms held him, kept him standing, the pressure of Qui-Gon's hands on his waist and ass were as erotic as the snaking, flicking tongue. Obi-Wan was glad for their presence - his knees wanted to do nothing more than buckle as Qui-Gon worshipped his body.

Qui-Gon's mouth left him, having migrated from one hip to the other. Before he could protest at its absence, it was back again and then his cock was inside his master's mouth, not an inch left uncovered.

He cried out at the pressure. It felt so perfect, so right and no matter how many times they made love, no matter what the position, it always felt like this. Mind-numbing bliss.

He ached to thrust into the heat, but he fought the urge. His master was in charge for now. As if anticipating him, Qui-Gon's large hands began to move him, guiding his thrusts - in and out of that mouth, sometimes pulling him all the way out, the cold air making him whimper. When he could bear no more, the warmth was back and he was swallowed completely, Qui-Gon working him with his tongue, driving him wild.

It was exquisite, each slow controlled thrust sending him closer to the edge.

His master's mouth left him and began to place small kisses on the underside of his cock. He groaned, missing the heat, the madness that Qui-Gon had been inflicting upon him. The infuriating man was teasing him, waiting for something.

Calling his brain back from the fog it had been lost in Obi-Wan managed to find what he thought his master was waiting for and he spoke, hoping he had guessed correctly - Qui-Gon could keep kissing him all day. It wouldn't be the first time.

"H-how. Does. It. En-end. Master? The - oh! The ad?"

Obi-Wan looked down into his master's eyes. The glint that he saw there made him swallow. He'd guessed right.

"No ad, my dearest Padawan, is complete without a jingle."

The words made him shiver. Qui-Gon's husky voice and mischievous smile gave him an indication of what was to follow.

"A jingle Master?"

"Yes love, a jingle. Musical accompaniment that sets the mood of an advertisement."

It must have been clear to Qui-Gon that he hadn't understood, because he smiled.

"Perhaps a demonstration?"

And with that his master's mouth was on him again, taking his cock inside that sweet warmth, causing Obi-Wan to cry out. Qui-Gon began to suck, the heat of his mouth and the flicker of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through Obi-Wan's body.

When Obi-Wan thought he could take no more, when he knew it would be mere moments before he came under the exquisite torture of his master's mouth, Qui-Gon hummed. The 'jingle' sent Obi-Wan over the edge and he cried out in completion. He fell forward, but Qui-Gon's hands caught him and pulled him into his lap, cradling him there.

It was quite some time until he could move.

When his muscles were ready to obey him, Obi-Wan kissed Qui-Gon, his tongue duelling with his mates. A wicked idea began to form in his mind.

Payback.

He pulled away. "That was ah, an impressive ad Master." He ran a finger over a brown nipple. "But marketing is not simply a fancy word for advertising. It's much more complex than that."

"Really?"

"Yeas Master. I think that while your ad is certainly impressive, we need to do more to convince those outer systems that we're not baby eaters."

"What would you suggest, Padawan?"

"Our goal is to educate? Then I suggest a series of adverts, but first some market research."

"Research?" Qui-Gon's tone reflected precisely what he thought of his padawan's idea.

"Yes, research. We have to determine who our target market is and then tailor our strategies to that market."

"Target market?" Clearly, Qui-Gon was a step or two behind Obi-Wan.

"Uh-huh," Obi-Wan slowly began to undress Qui-Gon, hands working the tunic off his master, fingers trailing along the exposed flesh. It was an effort to remove the pants while seated in his master's lap, but he was a Jedi and more than up to the challenge. With a little judicious Force manipulation, he removed the offending piece of cloth and tossed it aside leaving Qui-Gon in the outfit he look best in - his own skin.

"We have to know if the market will respond to this," and he ran one hand down Qui-Gon's erection, while the other circled the head, "or this." A hand migrated downwards, moving between his master's legs and to his ass, a finger gently seeking entry.

Qui-Gon groaned.

Obi-Wan pushed him to the floor until Qui-Gon was flat on his back, Obi-Wan straddling his hips. His hands began to roam the broad chest beneath him. Qui-Gon arched into him as his fingers massaged sensitised nipples.

"Then again Master, the target market may not like any of the approaches that I have presented to you."

"No?" Qui-Gon's voice was hoarse with desire and need.

Obi-Wan shook his head.

"No. That's why we need to research, because if we don't and we did this ... " he positioned himself above Qui-Gon's straining erection and sank down onto it causing them both to cry out, "and they don't like that sort of life-affirming display..." He rose up, the tip of his master's cock now at his entrance.

Qui-Gon whimpered at the loss of contact.

"I don't. See. How. They. Could. Not. Like that," he managed to grate out.

Now it was the padawan's turn to smile devilishly.

"Are you sure Master? I mean, it could get ugly if we approached them the wrong way."

Qui-Gon growled at him and Obi-Wan laughed sinking back down onto the hard flesh, moaning at the contact. Qui-Gon's hands came to his hips preventing him from getting away again. But he wasn't going anywhere.

He began to move, rocking slowly, licking his lips at the feel of his master inside him, filling him. Hands began to guide his motion. Somewhere in the back of his head he could hear moans - his own and his master's - and the sound of slick skin meeting with each movement and each thrust.

He reached down and began to stroke his erection, knowing that Qui-Gon would not going to let go of his hips now that he had a hold on them. Their moans were becoming cries now, the thrusts more insistent as both men moved toward completion.

"So good, my love." Qui-Gon groaned, watching his padawan pleasure himself.

Obi-Wan gasped. "So close, Master. Love you."

One final thrust upward from Qui-Gon and then Obi-Wan was seeing stars, dimly aware of Qui-Gon coming inside him.

Obi-Wan fell forward onto Qui-Gon's chest, panting. His head was tilted up, Qui-Gon claiming his lips in a tender kiss.

He pulled away slightly and smiled. "I still don't get it. Marketing Master?"

From the expression on Qui-Gon's face, he was about to receive another lesson.

Well, today he had no intention of being a quick learner.