Archive: M&A; Sith chicks; SWAL; I doubt anyone else would
be foolish enough to want it. If you are, just ask.
Rating: NC 17
Series: not on your life
Category: PWP; first time (obviously);
Disclaimer: They're George's. I'm only borrowing them. I'll
return them unharmed and much more relaxed.
Summary: Virgin sacrifice at dawn. That's all I'm saying.
Author's Notes: I only did this so Emu would stop shooting
lightning out of her fingertips. It hurts to see a listsib fall
to the darkside like that.
'Sith, it is getting warm down here,' Obi Wan thought. He and
his master were being given the grand tour of Kwuzclai, the
Obarrans revered volcano. It struck him as a little odd that a
spacefaring civilization would still worship a volcano. Unlike
some of the other cultural oddities he had witnessed in his
nine years as the apprentice of Qui Gon Jinn, this one seemed
innocuous enough. The mention of his name drew his attention to
the conversation his master was having with Rfuhr, the leader
of the Obarran.
"Does the Republic honor the local customs of its member
planets?" Rfuhr was now asking, leaving Obi Wan to wonder why
his name had been mentioned.
"Yes, provided that they do not violate certain laws, for
example slavery is strictly prohibited within the Republic."
"But religious rites are not interfered with?"
Qui Gon shook his head. "No, they are not."
"Do the Jedi participate in such rites?"
"If it is deemed appropriate. Why do you ask?"
"Curiosity. And I know it is a question I will be asked."
Rfuhr smiled in a way that was clearly meant to be reassuring.
"Tell me a little bit more about Republic laws."
"What do you wish to know?"
"I hope you do not consider this an odd question, but it is
something which my people wish to know. At what age are
children considered adults in the Republic?"
"There is no set law. The variation in both species and custom
would make such a law impossible to create or enforce."
"Among the Jedi then. What is your custom?"
"There is no set age. It varies with the individual. Every
master allows their apprentice to take on further
responsibilities at varying times and an apprentice attains
knighthood when he or she is deemed ready, regardless of age."
"What about for the purposes of sex?"
"It is irrelevant. The Jedi are celibate." Qui Gon was
completely nonplused by the question and stood quietly, hands
in the folds of his robe, as he spoke.
"We had heard that." Rfuhr seemed pleased. "So you're both..."
Qui Gon nodded, a frown forming between his eyes. Something was
not quite right here.
They walked a few more feet in silence. When Rfuhr spoke again,
it was to indicate a rock formation against the far wall which
he thought the Jedi might find interesting. Both Jedi
approached the formation which was cut into the wall in a
manner that resembled nothing so much as book shelves. At the
same moment that he realized the formation was not natural Obi
Wan also realized that the Obarran were moving away from them
at an alarming rate. Qui Gon noticed it as well and the two
moved to follow their hosts. Before they could reach them a
gate came crashing down separating them from their hosts.
It was metal and obviously extremely heavy. But Obi Wan was
certain that he and Qui Gon could lift it. Size matters not for
one with the force as his ally.
Instead of immediately trying to lift the gate Qui Gon spoke to
Rfuhr who was standing on the other side, looking decidedly
uncomfortable.
"What," Qui Gon demanded, "is the meaning of this?"
"Kwuzclai is in need of a sacrifice. It has been many many
years since anyone has been sent to her."
"A sacrifice. My padawan and I are to be a sacrifice. To your
volcano." Obi Wan had never heard that tone in his master's
voice before. Considering, he decided that it must be fury.
Rfuhr nodded. He looked a little paler than he had a few
moments before. "She requires virgins. Unfortunately, by the
time any Obarrans reach the age of sacrifice they are no longer
virgins. It has been many years. We can sense her anger." He
smiled brightly. "But the two of you should help make up for
it."
"When are we to be sacrificed?"
"At dawn. Kwuzclai will come for you. Tonight, you will receive
food and water. It will appear on the shelves I pointed out
earlier. Please give my regards to Kwuzclai when you meet her."
He bowed and was gone.
Qui Gon turned around and looked at his apprentice. "Shall we
get out of here?"
Obi Wan smiled, his hands folded neatly inside his robe, "Yes,
Master."
Hours later the two sat slightly apart on the foot of the cave.
They were, it appeared, well and truly trapped beneath an
active volcano.
"How do you think the Kwuzclai will come for us?" Obi Wan asked
in a quiet voice as he ate a small piece of fruit which had
appeared on the shelves, as predicted.
"I don't know. It doesn't really seem plausible does it?"
"No." What went on unspoken was the knowledge that they had
both seen the implausible become all too real many times.
"Shall we try the door again?"
Qui Gon shook his head. "We tried for hours, Padawan. I cannot
figure out the locking mechanism and neither can you." He
paused. "There is another way."
Obi Wan looked up at him, puzzlement rapidly giving way to
understanding. "No," he breathed. "We've taken vows."
Qui Gon shook his head. "I've taken vows. You haven't, not
yet." He reached up and took Obi Wan's chin in his hand. "I
also vowed to keep you safe. Of the two, I consider my vow to
you more important." He gazed into the clouded eyes of his
apprentice for several moments before dropping his chin. "I do
not wish to order you to do this."
"But you will," Obi Wan replied quietly.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because I will not let you die."
"We don't even know that we will die. You agreed the idea of
Kwuzclai coming for us at dawn is a trifle implausible."
"Implausible or not, I will not risk your life when there is a
way to guarantee your safety."
After several long moments of silence, Obi Wan spoke, "What if
we enjoy it?"
Qui Gon gave him a quizzical look. "I should hope that we enjoy
it. It's supposed to be enjoyable. Or so I've been told."
The warmth in his master's voice brought a smile to Obi Wan's
lips. "I've heard that as well, Master."
An answering smile, "Hence the question." Qui Gon reached for
Obi Wan's hands, took them both in his. "So you agree?"
Obi Wan nodded, "I agree." He looked down at their joined
hands.
"It's just..." Qui Gon prompted.
Obi Wan's eyes remained glued on their hands. "I have no idea
what to do. We were taught about reproduction at the Temple,
but it didn't include much information." His voice trailed off.
"I have confidence in our ability to figure it out, Padawan."
Obi Wan nodded.
"Obi Wan, look at me." When his apprentice finally lifted his
gaze, Qui Gon spoke again. "You know that I care for you. That
I would never hurt you. That I only do this to save your life."
"I only do it to save yours Master. You are more important to
me than anything else, anyone else."
Qui Gon reached along their link, sending reassurance and
affection. Received his padawan's affection in return.
Gradually he reached deeper, gently intertwining their thoughts
and feelings. At the same time he began to brush his thumbs
lightly across the back of Obi Wan's hands. He felt Obi Wan's
discomfort ease somewhat.
He turned his apprentice's hands over and began to move his
thumbs over the palms of the smaller hands. He did nothing more
than touch his hands until he felt Obi Wan begin to relax. He
released one hand, began to stroke Obi Wan's cheek. Obi Wan
closed his eyes as those long fingers moved up to his ear, slid
along the outside of it, back to his cheek, down the side of
his neck. He had never imagined that a simple touch could feel
so good.
Lips brushed against his and his eyes shot open. He looked at
his master for a long moment before leaning forward and
pressing his lips against Qui Gon's. Strong arms closed around
him, pulling him close. It was awkward. They were leaning into
each other, crossed legs between them, kissing intimately for
the first time. Their noses bumped.
Both men pulled back, laughing. "Okay, maybe it will take
awhile for us to get this right," Qui Gon conceded.
"It might be easier if we were next to each other."
Qui Gon rose and picked up their robes from where they had been
discarded earlier, in response to the heat. He spread his robe
on the floor near Obi Wan, put Obi's robe on top of it. Sitting
down on the robes he patted the spot beside him.
Obi Wan gave him his 'I can't believe we're about to do this'
grin, the one he usually saved for those occasions when he felt
his master was being especially heretical in his actions. But
he moved to the spot indicated anyway.
Qui Gon slid an arm around him. "Shall we try again?" Without
waiting for a response, he lowered his mouth to Obi Wan's. This
time they managed several kisses without bumping noses. See
we can do this, Qui Gon teased as he slid his tongue into
Obi Wan's mouth. Obi Wan pulled back.
"Too much?"
Obi Wan shook his head. "I just wasn't expecting it." He put a
hand on the back of Qui Gon's head and pulled him down again.
He reached out with his tongue seeking entrance to his master's
mouth. It was granted. After a few moments they found a rhythm
which seemed to work. They kissed until they were both panting.
Stopping, Qui Gon pulled Obi Wan fully against him. They held
tightly to each other as arousal flowed through them, passed
between them across their link.
I think that part qualifies as enjoyable. Obi Wan's
droll observation contrasted sharply with his trembling body.
I agree.
Yes, I can tell.
Qui Gon flushed as he realized his Padawan was referring to his
erection.
Obi Wan laughed as he looked into his master's face. "I feel
the same."
"I can tell."
Still chuckling slightly, Obi Wan initiated another kiss, using
his weight to press Qui Gon back onto the floor.
Pulling back from the kiss. he raised himself slightly, looking
down at his master. Bringing his hand to his master's face he
repeated the caresses which had been given to him earlier. His
fingers traced and explored, moving from face to neck, dipping
into the hollow at the base of his master's throat. Then they
slid between the folds of his tunic. When no objection was
forthcoming, he raised himself upright, straddling his master.
You were right, Master. I think we can figure this out.
With those words he unfastened his master's belt and tugged at
the sash underneath. He slid his hands into Qui Gon's tunic,
pushing it open. The skin underneath was surprisingly soft. His
hands moved over every inch of the exposed flesh. Qui Gon
inhaled sharply when they passed over a nipple. Pleased at the
reaction, Obi Wan repeated the action, felt Qui Gon's pleasure
flow along their bond.
Leaning forward, he kissed Qui Gon again. Sucking gently at his
lower lip, tasting with his tongue. Instinctively, he began to
kiss his master's neck, moving gradually downward. Feeling a
slight tremor pass through the man beneath him, he paused,
passed his lips over the spot he had just kissed for a second
time. Then he sucked gently, pulling the skin into his mouth.
He felt a tremor pass through the man beneath him. He repeated
the caress.
"Obi Wan," his master breathed his name.
Yes, Master?
"Feels good."
Yes, Master, he continued kissing and nuzzling the long
neck. Powerful hands were moving over his back, creating a
pleasurable warmth despite the clothing he still wore.
Hands moved along his ribs to his chest and then downward. His
belt and sash were quickly removed, followed by his tunic. Obi
Wan sat up, anticipation filling him. He watched those long
fingers reach for his skin. Contact. He trembled. Wherever
those fingers passed sparks of pleasure followed. He closed his
eyes and focused on the bond with his master, letting his
master's presence support him. Qui Gon's fingers circled the
outside edge of his nipples, then brushed across hardened
flesh. Obi Wan called out at the contact.
Then he was lifted and laid on his back in the robes. A tongue
briefly passed over a nipple and he arched upward. A mouth
closed over it. He cried out again as pleasure shot through
him, going straight to his cock. Gentle suction and flicks of a
soft tongue. He wrapped his arms around Qui Gon's head, moved
his hips instinctively, demandingly against the hard body above
him.
The nipple was released and he relaxed somewhat, loosening his
grip on Qui Gon. A soft trail of kisses across the center of
his chest, gentle and soothing. Then the other nipple was
captured. He moaned, again arching against his master. After a
few moments this nipple too was released. Qui Gon began to move
downward.
Obi Wan let go of his master's head, lying back against the
floor, breathing rapidly, trying to center himself. Qui Gon's
presence in his mind was comforting, giving him something to
lean against, even as Qui Gon's mouth and hands created
sensations which unbalanced him. It was disturbing; it was
incredible. He wanted it to never stop.
Qui Gon was kissing the flesh just above the waistband of his
leggings. His hands pulled them down slightly, a tongue
followed. "Master." Obi Wan knew the voice was his, but he had
never heard himself sound like that before, vulnerable, needy,
not needy, desperate.
Off?
"Yes." Obi Wan pulled himself onto his elbows. "Yours, too. I
want..."
"What, love? What do you want?"
Obi Wan's mind reeled at the endearment. "To see you." He
paused, said it again, more firmly this time. "I want to see
you."
"And I you." Qui Gon smiled. "And rank has it's privileges."
With that he began to tug off Obi Wan's leggings, cursed when
he discovered the boots his apprentice still wore.
"Master," Obi Wan said in a shocked tone, "such language." He
laughed. "How about I take off mine and you take of yours?"
Qui Gon gave him a sheepish grin. "That probably would be
best."
Boots and leggings were removed in record time. They lay on
their sides, looking at each other.
"You are very beautiful, my Obi Wan. Do you know that?" This
tone of voice too was new. Obi Wan had never heard desire in
his master's voice before.
Obi Wan shook his head. "You're the beautiful one, Master. Such
strength and grace. Haven't you ever noticed how heads turn
when you walk into a room?"
"They turn to look at you." A large hand slid slowly along Obi
Wan's flank.
Let's argue about this later. Obi Wan said as he moved
forward to kiss his master. Qui Gon's lips parted readily, and
Obi Wan's tongue dipped inside. The kiss began sensuously. Obi
Wan could feel his master's arousal. It didn't seem to move
across their bond. It was just there, in his head, in him. His
master's presence filled his mind and he groaned, deepening
their kiss.
Qui Gon rolled onto his back, pulling Obi Wan atop him. Their
lips never parted. Their cocks brushed and Obi Wan could not
determine which part of the pleasure that laced through him
began in his body and which part began in Qui Gon's. Conscious
thought slipped further away as Qui Gon's mouth closed over his
lower lip. Groaning, he began to rock instinctively against Qui
Gon, grinding their bodies together.
Pleasure circled through him, into Qui Gon and back again. Qui
Gon's hands were gripping his hips, encouraging him, helping
him to find just the right spot, just the right rhythm.
He broke the kiss, unable any longer to do both things at once.
His entire being was now focused on the places where their
bodies rubbed together. His movements slowed. There. He moved
hard against the body beneath him, the underside of his cock
pushed against his master's smooth skin. There. Obi Wan knew he
cried out something, as his whole body spasmed, fluid spurting
from him to cover them both. Qui Gon was with him, his
sensations melding with Obi Wan's.
Obi Wan collapsed onto his master's chest. Strong arms
encircled him. They were both breathing rapidly, small tremors
still passing through them.
As his breath slowed to its normal rate, Obi Wan decided that
he had never felt so content. Master.
Yes, Obi Wan?
I enjoyed it.
A soft, rich laugh. So did I, Padawan. So did I.
Obi Wan looked up at him. "Enough to do it again?"
"The theory being that if we're only going to do it tonight we
might as well do it as many times as we can?"
Obi Wan nodded. He was rolled over onto his back. Qui Gon
beside him.
"Whatever did I do to deserve such a smart Padawan?" Obi Wan
had no opportunity to answer as his lips were devoured as soon
as the last syllable was uttered.
The next morning Rfuhr returned to find the Jedi standing,
hands serenely folded into the sleeves of their robes.
"What happened?" he demanded. "Why didn't Kwuzclai take you?"
His eyes narrowed suspiciously.
Qui Gon shrugged. "Perhaps she only likes Obarran. Or maybe
your deception offended her. In either case your volcano
rejected us. Let us out."
Rfuhr hesitated. "Let us out." Qui Gon repeated, putting a
touch of the force into his words.
Rfuhr reached for the controls.
As they walked out of the tunnel that led beneath Kwuzclai and
into the sunlight, Obi Wan asked, "Why didn't you use a force
suggestion on Rfuhr yesterday?"
"That is a very good question, Padawan." An enigmatic smile. "A
very good question indeed."
Obi Wan thought it over for a moment before answering. "You
thought we could lift the gate."
Qui Gon sighed. "Yes."
"Really, Master, did you think I would believe that you wanted
to violate your vows?"
"No, I suppose not."
Obi Wan shook his head. "I thought I would become accustomed to
your peculiar sense of humor, but you know, I never have."
"My sense of humor is not peculiar." This was a tone of voice
with which Obi Wan was all too familiar.
"Of course not Master. Nothing about you is peculiar. You're
the most normal Jedi Master who ever lived, completely average
in every way."
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