The Box

by Pumpkin (apumpkin@rogers.com)

Archive: yes to ma and swal

Pairing: q/o

category: pwp, humour

Feedback: is always appreciated

Disclaimer: Mine they are not, dream a girl can

Notes: This was supposed to go into a zine, but I was informed in no uncertain terms that it wouldn't do. Their loss is your gain (I hope *wry grin*)

Obi-Wan watched as his master paced their cell; twelve steps, turn, twelve steps, turn, and repeat. He tried to ignore the way the muscles in Qui-Gon's thighs moved supplely with each step, tried to ignore the firm buttocks as his master moved away from him and the gentle sway of sac and penis as the man walked toward him.

He tried and, upon failing, concentrated on keeping his own body from reacting to the sight. Bad enough they were locked in this box, quite naked; he didn't want to compound the issue by getting hard in front of his master, especially if it was because of his master.

The mission to Yenna Prime had seemed routine enough until several hours ago when they'd woken up, both completely naked in this sealed room. The room itself appeared to be a cube fifteen feet by fifteen feet by fifteen feet. No windows, no doors. Force probes had revealed nothing, not even how the sealed cube was lit nor where the clean air was coming from. Neither of them had any memory between going to bed after a lavish reception and waking here.

A single piece of furniture broke the monotony of the off white walls -a small cupboard that proved to contain bottles of water and food rations, as well as an odd looking chamber pot that mysteriously disposed of their bodily waste once the sealing mechanism was engaged.

They had examined every part of the walls, floor and ceiling with eyes and fingers and Force. They discovered nothing more than smoothness. Combined Force thrusts at random points proved ineffective as did probes that searched to penetrate beyond the cell walls. They were effectively cut off from the rest of the universe.

Obi-Wan had finally suggested they take a break -and perhaps approach the problem from another angle. His master had agreed readily enough, but had soon begun to pace, staring at the walls of their cell as if they would reveal their secrets if he looked long enough. It was making Obi-Wan tired to watch, and he closed his eyes, letting his head rest back against the wall.

Obi-Wan stood next to Qui-Gon as they moved in tandem to the slow movements of the Morning kata. He was grateful for the long stretches of the exercise; the kinks in his neck and shoulder from sleeping on the hard surface of the floor were slowly worked out during the dance.

At length the kata drew to a close and Obi-Wan bowed to his master. He averted his eyes, still unaccustomed to his master's naked form.

Qui-Gon sat cross-legged in the middle of the room - indicating that Obi-Wan should sit across from him.

"Do you have any questions?" asked his master, as if it were the beginning of any other day.

"Do you think we'll get out soon?" Obi-Wan asked the question uppermost in his mind.

"I can only hope so, Padawan, though there is no way of knowing."

"Who did this to us?"

"I can only speculate that it was either our hosts or their enemies."

"Why have they taken us?"

"I have only a feeling, as if we are bugs under a microscope."

"You think we're being observed?" Obi-Wan looked around furtively, hands moving to cover his genitals.

"I don't see any other reason for this particular set-up."

"You think the walls are see-through?"

"Or the floor or the ceiling... Maybe all of them. Perhaps none. Maybe there is a camera hidden as skilfully as the lights."

"How can you be so calm?"

"We have very little choice, Obi-Wan. Becoming agitated or bemoaning our fate wastes time and energy better spent in furthering your education."

"Or trying to get out of here?"

"Yes, I believe dedicating several hours to that endeavour would prove beneficial to our state of mind, even should it be otherwise useless. In the meantime, I believe you were having some trouble with the later half of the Starshine Kata."

"You want me to do it here, now?"

"Yes."

"But they might be watching."

"I suggest we ignore that possibility and make our days as normal as possible."

He looked at Qui-Gon for a long moment. "Yes, Master," he finally replied, standing to begin the kata.

Several days passed, the two of them acting as normally as possible. During his lessons, whether doing physical exercise, answering questions presented by his master, or practicing language skills, Obi-Wan could forget their circumstances. The dimensions of their box, whether or not they had an audience, even their nudity became normal during the hours he had something to concentrate on. But when they slept, each taking three hour shifts to avoid both of them sleeping at the same time without any back-up, he would find his mind wandering. His mind and his eyes would rove over the long, lean lines of his master's rangy body, enjoying the unobstructed view.

Obi-Wan had always found personality far more important than looks when choosing a lover, but he wasn't usually confronted with someone's naked form on a constant basis. Aside from which, he already loved his master for the man's mind. The lack of privacy also meant that he had no chance to properly release the physical tension that cropped up. It didn't take too many days before it all combined to leave him aching and frustrated.

Even though he loved Qui-Gon, it had never before occurred to him to look on the man as a bedmate. Qui-Gon was, after all, his master. But by the fifth day of their confinement, he couldn't remember why that had ever been an obstacle to seeing Qui-Gon as a potential lover.

His eyes ran over his master, asleep on the floor, one arm curled under the bearded face. Qui-Gon's limbs flowed into his body like branches into the trunk of a mighty rock tree. Body freed by sleep, Qui-Gon's large genitals were slightly erect; Obi-Wan could see that his master's shaft would be even more impressive full than it was flaccid.

His own body was reacting typically to the sight in front of him and he considered his options. The thought of once again forcing his arousal to subside was unappealing. What harm could there be in taking a few moments of pleasure while he had this illusion of privacy? He knew his master would not mind; indeed he doubted that Qui-Gon would begrudge him using his long body as inspiration. As to their hosts, whomever they might prove to be, well his master had told him to pretend they didn't exist and that was what he would do.

Obi-Wan let his hands run over his own body, touching the places he most wanted to touch on Qui-Gon. Along lightly rounded pectorals, palms dragging over ever so slightly raised nipples and down along the flat planes of his abdomen. While his hands roved his own body, his eyes traveled the same path over Qui-Gon's skin.

By the time he arrived at his shaft, it was hot and hard, jumping eagerly into his hand. Qui-Gon's penis too had become erect, the tip shiny, inviting him to bend forward and taste. He didn't, licking his lips instead and imagining that he had dipped his head and touched his tongue to the slit, tasting the pure flavour at his master's centre.

He bit his lower lip to hold back his moan and his hand sped, pumping his erection. His eyes closed as he grew near to completion and he imagined it was Qui-Gon's large hands that circled his shaft. His phantom lover whispered his name and Obi-Wan came with a soft gasp.

He kept his eyes closed as he let his breathing return to normal, enjoying the small tremors that coursed through his body, pleasure carried along his veins. Even the knowledge that their captors had probably watched, catching each movement, didn't phase him. Until he opened his eyes and found a pair of blue orbs staring into his own.

"Master..."

Heat flooded his cheeks and his hands shifted to cover his genitals. He realised they were still wet with his own seed and his embarrassment grew. His master didn't say a word, but the blazing blue eyes never left his own as Qui-Gon rose to his knees and leaned forward.

He couldn't contain his gasp as his master took one of his hands and began to lick it clean with long, slow swipes, first cleaning one finger, and then the next and the next and finally his palm. His other hand was given the same treatment and Obi-Wan watched in amazement as he was washed by this beautiful man at his feet.

When his master looked up at him, Obi-Wan leaned down and covered Qui-Gon's lips with his own, pressing his tongue past them and into the warm mouth. He could taste himself there, the flavour of his own essence as well as the flavour that was the essence of who Qui-Gon was to him. The kiss lingered as he lost himself in the warmth and softness of his master's mouth.

Kneeling brought Obi-Wan down to his master's level, his hands going to the broad shoulders, running along their curves and down to wrap around Qui-Gon's arms. He pressed his body forward, bringing their skin together and he could feel the pleased rumble in Qui-Gon's chest.

Qui-Gon's shaft was like a brand against his belly, while his own penis grew hard once more, lifting and pressing at the underside of his master's soft sac. He thrust eagerly, moaning at the sensation of his erection against his master's skin. Qui-Gon's hands slid down his back, coming to a stop at his hips, gripping them and stilling his movements.

"We have all the time in the universe, Obi-Wan. We can savour this moment."

"Or we can rush headlong into it and savour the next one," Obi-Wan suggested, voice husky with want.

His master chuckled, the sound like a soft wave of love against Obi-Wan's ears. It made him shiver and arch his body, pressing more tightly into Qui-Gon's warmth.

Placing his lips on Qui-Gon's skin, he sucked and licked until his master was groaning with pleasure, body moving as eagerly as Obi-Wan's had. He pulled back and smiled, letting one finger trace the mark he'd left on Qui-Gon's skin. This man, his master, his friend, now his lover, this Qui-Gon was his now and marked for all to see.

He looked at the walls that surrounded them. "Do you think they're watching?"

"I would be if I were them," replied Qui-Gon, blue eyes gleaming.

"Then we should make sure we put on a good show."

Qui-Gon chuckled again. "I think we can arrange that." He nudged forward, his shaft moving over Obi-Wan's skin, making him tremble with anticipation.

"I love you, Qui-Gon."

"And I you, Obi-Wan."

"If we never get out of here, I will be content, knowing that I share this space with you."

Qui-Gon's kiss was his reply and Obi-Wan moaned from deep in his belly as he was pressed to the floor, his mouth plundered. His master's tongue gave no ground, invading him and exploring every corner. He could feel the large hands moving over his body, also making a thorough examination of him, moving over each centimetre of skin, leaving behind shivers and whimpers and soft gasps of pleasure.

When he thought he could take no more, Qui-Gon pulled back to look down at him. Obi-Wan looked down at his own body, dark against the white monotony of the floor. His body was aroused, deep pink flushed just beneath the surface of his skin, his jutting shaft almost purple with blood, with need.

With deliberate intent, Qui-Gon knelt over him and then took his hardness in. Crying out his pleasure, Obi-Wan bucked up, unable to stop his body's motions, unable to control himself at all. Qui-Gon's grin was feral as he began to rock, his motions matching Obi-Wan's own.

They moved together, bodies working in the same tandem they did when performing katas. Obi-Wan could feel his orgasm building, could feel the pleasure his lover was experiencing as well and when he came - they came, together.

On the observation deck, X'flp'tr turned to F'rxt'ts with a triumphant smile. "I told you they would mate in captivity."

"Yes, more quickly than we could have hoped for, too," replied his fellow keeper. "I have never seen specimens adapt so quickly to their new environment."

"You don't think we need to worry about their continued search for an exit?"

"They won't find it."

"No, but the fact they are still searching could negatively affect their mating."

"I think it's become habit -a part of their routine. Nothing to worry about."

"T'stl'sr will be pleased if we can open the exhibit earlier than scheduled. It will be very lucrative for the zoo."

"Yes, and there will be a big bonus in it for us if they have a litter right away."

"Which one do you think will lay the eggs?"

"I'm inclined to believe it will be the smaller of the two, though I'm fairly certain the one with the most fur will be the one to warm them until they hatch."

End.