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The Jedi's Reward
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I hope Obi-Wan has latemeal laid out, Qui-Gon thought as he shuffled tiredly back to the modest bungalow the planet elders had provided. His padawan had so far spent almost the entire mission within its walls, with little more to do than to see to his master's needs. For Graberd -- or Graybeard, as the space traders called it - was ruled by only its most senior, white-haired citizens, and only Qui-Gon's counsel was sought. Obi-Wan, at the tender age of 21, was considered much too young to even make an appearance at the trade negotiation table.
It had been a long haul, but finally Qui-Gon had settled all their disputes, worked out the necessary compromises and had gotten the paperwork finalized and signed. Tomorrow, he and Obi-Wan would be leaving, heading to Tralisik 3 to try to head off a civil war.
He was weary. There had been little rest for him this mission, or the last, now that he thought about it. And while he was glad that his young lover had managed to catch up on his sleep, he was anxious to do the same.
All thoughts of sleep faded, however, when he opened the door.
Obi-Wan lay naked and face down on the bed, his hips elevated by a stack of pillows and - Qui-Gon sucked in a harsh breath - his hands and feet bound tightly to the bed's corners, a large ball gag keeping him silent.
Immediately, the Jedi reached out through the Force for signs of danger. There was nothing. And, a look into the calm eyes of his apprentice went a long way toward soothing his immediate fears. No, Obi-Wan had not been assaulted, had not been bound here against his will.
The gray-green eyes smiled slightly and looked pointedly at a small folded square of paper lying beside him. Qui-Gon crossed the room and picked it up. There, in Obi-Wan's own elegant handwriting, was a note.
"Master Jedi - as a reward for your invaluable assistance in the affairs of our planet, we humbly offer you this bed slave. We know that you will not dishonor our traditions by refusing him. He is -" Qui-Gon caught his breath again. "He is untouched and untried."
So, Qui-Gon thought, carefully suppressing a smile, it's a game Obi-Wan's offering, clearly intended to relieve his old master's stress.
He let himself gaze down at the spread-eagled form, carefully keeping all expression from his face. Very well, my own. There has been so little time for us lately. If this is what you offer, then I will gladly accept. He stepped forward to run one hand down a bare flank, feeling the captive tremble under his touch.
"You should know," he said in his most solemn voice, "that Jedi are not allowed to accept such gifts."
The gray-green eyes watched him closely.
"However, I do not wish to dishonor my hosts by refusing."
The barest hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Obi-Wan's mouth before he slipped fully into character. He shuddered again, looking for all the world like a frightened virgin about to be raped and ravaged by a stranger.
Qui-Gon stepped to the table beside the bed, where a variety of scented oils had been laid out. He sniffed each in turn, finally pouring himself a palmful of one. He sat down on the edge of the bed, running a slick hand down the naked ass.
The captive whimpered behind his gag. "Have you something to say, little one?" Qui-Gon asked. Emphatically, the young man nodded, and Qui-Gon leaned forward to release the gag.
"Please, ser," he said after working his jaw muscles for a moment. His voice was high-pitched and frightened. "Please, release me. I've never -"
Qui-Gon raised his eyes, letting one finger dip into the tempting crack. "You are a virgin, then?"
"Yes!" the captive gasped, squirming under the touch. "And I'm sure I could never accommodate a man of your obvious size."
"And what do you know of my size?" Qui-Gon asked, moving his finger lower and letting it tease the tightly-puckered anus.
The bed slave thrashed, struggling in his bonds.
//How did you manage to tie yourself so securely?// Qui-Gon sent through their bond.
//The Force has many uses,// Obi-Wan responded. //Now, hush, before you spoil the mood.//
"Don't be afraid of me, little one," Qui-Gon said, pressing just the tip of his finger inside that welcoming heat.
The slave redoubled his efforts to fight his way free, his eyes wide and terrified. "No! Stop!"
"You're much too noisy," Qui-Gon told him. He forced the ball gag back into place, buckling the wide leather strap tightly. He returned his hand to the trembling ass and pressed his finger in to the first knuckle, ignoring the captive's frantic writhing. "Shhh. Shhh, little one. I won't harm you."
The young man stilled, though his breathing was rapid and his hands were clinched into the bedclothes. He moaned behind the gag as the blunt finger pressed more deeply into him.
"There, see?" Qui-Gon said, twisting the finger around a bit to loosen the muscles. "That doesn't hurt, does it?"
A desperate nod, a muffled sound of complaint, but the Jedi Master didn't let it deter him. He stood and began to slowly remove his clothing, talking to his frightened companion the entire time.
"This has been a lonely mission for me," he said as he removed his robe and carefully folded it before draping it across a nearby chair. "I have a young lover, you see, and I have sorely missed the opportunity to make love to him."
His tunics came off next, one at a time, each neatly set aside. The helpless bed slave's eyes grew wider with each piece of shed clothing, his breath coming faster until his whole body was quivering with his panting.
"His name is Obi-Wan, and I love him more than life itself," Qui-Gon said. He slid a hand up his chest, fingertips lightly grazing one nipple, and he hissed at the contact, feeling the other's eyes on him. "If he were here, do you know what I would do?"
A single shake of the head was his only answer.
Qui-Gon began to unlace his leggings, the anxious eyes watching his every movement. "I'd roll him over onto his back, pin his hips to the bed, and swallow him whole."
A sound that could have been a whimper escaped the slave, and Qui-Gon watched his face as he pushed his leggings to the floor, freeing his half-erect cock. The eyes grew impossibly wider, staring at that swollen piece of flesh, and the captive squirmed on the bed.
"Are you hard yet?" Qui-Gon asked, leaning over to reach beneath the elevated hips. He smiled. "Oh, yes. You may say you don't want this, but your body knows differently."
He squeezed the thick erection briefly before releasing it. Bending over, half turning to give the young man a view of his naked backside, Qui-Gon unfastened his boots and toed them off. Naked now, he crawled onto the bed between the obscenely spread legs. He ran his palms up the calves, tickling the backs of trembling knees, then stroked upwards until his thumbs found and spread the crack. He leaned low, pressing a kiss to the opening, and heard a gargled gasp.
"Yes, that feels good, doesn't it?" he murmured. He repeated the kiss, this time adding a touch of tongue, the sweetness of the oil exploding in his mouth.
On the bed beneath him, the captive bucked, a pitiful whine escaping him.
"Shhh," Qui-Gon said again. He poured more oil on his fingers and inserted two this time, moaning as the white-hot heat enveloping his digits made his cock spring to full arousal. He twisted his fingers around, searching, searching . . .
A gasp of an entirely different kind told him he'd found his goal. He glanced up at the beautiful body, still straining against its bonds, but this time there was a look of sheer pleasure overshadowing the fear in those changeable eyes.
"See? There is pleasure to be had." He scissored his fingers briefly, still fighting the restricting sphincter ring, before withdrawing them and adding a third. The groan that followed this time was clearly one of pain. Instantly, he stilled.
"Force, you're tight," he moaned, feeling as if his fingers were caught in a vice. His cock jumped, anxious to feel that tightness for itself, and he pulled his hand away and spread the cheeks again. "Shhh, now, this may hurt a little."
The bed slave tensed to sudden stillness as the thick head of Qui-Gon's cock breached his opening. A hiss, a groan, and the green eyes closed, the muscles of his back and shoulders twitching. Slowly, Qui-Gon pressed inside, the velvet smoothness sucking him in deeper. A high pitched keening started, muted by the gag, but Qui-Gon didn't stop until he was buried to the balls. Bracing himself with one hand, he leaned down to kiss the sweat-dampened neck beneath him.
"So good," he murmured. He waited for the almost painful grip on his cock to ease before beginning to move. Even then, he kept his thrusts slow and shallow, aiming each time for the small nub that he knew would send lightning bolts of pleasure to the young man's brain. Finally, his own need was too great, and he began to thrust in earnest.
The keening grew louder. The slave was no longer struggling to get away, but arching back into him, hands scrabbling for purchase and threatening to tear the soft linen sheets. Qui-Gon pounded into him, lost in a rhythm as ancient as life and as familiar as an old friend.
He tried to make it last, tried to draw it out for maximum pleasure for both of them, but it was not to be. His need was too great, the now-willing body beneath him too delicious. With a cry, Qui-Gon came. He collapsed onto a sweaty back, hearing the gurgled scream that signaled the other's release, and he smiled.
Rolling to one side weakly, he reached to unbuckle the gag.
"Oh, beloved," Obi-Wan said huskily, all pretense gone now. "That was . . ." Words failed him, and he smiled as Qui-Gon stroked a hand down his ass.
"Incredible," Qui-Gon finished. Obi-Wan nodded. The Jedi master reached to release the restraints, but the padawan shook his head.
"Leave them. Let's sleep for awhile," Obi-Wan suggested. "Then, when you've recovered, I think your bed slave could use another lesson in being ravished."
Qui-Gon chuckled. "Oh, you do, do you?"
Obi-Wan nodded. "And, I thought that perhaps this time, you could teach him the proper way to use his mouth."
Qui-Gon groaned, the sound deep and desperate, at the thought of those luscious lips wrapped around his cock. He picked up the gag, noticing the thick, gently curved surface still slick with Obi-Wan's saliva. He met the green eyes, gone dark with lust.
"I believe I can find another use for this, as well." Rising onto one elbow, he shoved the gag into the loosened anus, grinning at his lover's gasp, and held it there with a touch of the Force. "Now, you'll still be ready for me when I awaken. Ready, and still holding my seed deep within you."
"I do love you," Obi-Wan said as he strained upward, asking for and being granted a kiss. Then, he dropped his face back onto the mattress. "And, how did you enjoy your reward, Ser Jedi?"
"It was perfect, as are you." Sated and content, Qui-Gon curled around the bound form, his head on the muscular back, and both were soon asleep.
The End