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SithChicks
Pairing: O/Other, Q/Other, O/Q
Category: Alternate Universe
Rating: NC-17 for the series; this episode NC-17
Disclaimer: George, you want me, come get me. I'm probably a
better writer than you anyway (not that that's saying much luv,
sorry...).
Warning: None for this episode
Summary: Follows canon. Qui is dead, and in building a new
lightsaber Obi accidentally finds a way to move to different
realities, where he discovers many strange and wondrous things
in his quest to be with his beloved Master again.
Notes: I'm paying homage to the great SF author, L. Sprague
DeCamp with this story. Back in the 30's-40's he wrote the
definitive AU novel called "The Wheels of If", which conceit
I'm borrowing here. Thanks (as always) to Beta Readers Par
Excellence Fox, HiperBunny and Emrin Alexander. Thank you,
ladies, my cup runneth over with your support. Thanks also to
Wombat who helped pick up the slack on beta'ing this monster.
He was still chuckling as he came out of his light trance and
looked around. Once again, the sky above Coruscant was busy
with all kinds of air traffic. // Good. // Looking behind him,
he saw the standard Temple, looking suspiciously normal. //
Excellent. I think I could use a nice, normal one for a change.
// For some reason, the idea that this world might be the one
where he could stay never entered his mind. Once he realized
that, it gave him pause.
He knelt, once again centering himself. // Thank you, Master
Crowe, // he thought, before gently merging himself into the
Moment and looking at himself and his surroundings. The strange
Jedi had given him many tips, moreso even than Master Yoda, and
he was only starting to realize how useful they were. The Force
was becoming more and more accustomed to him, and he to it; it
felt like a comforting old blanket now as his attunement grew.
// The Force is using me, // he realized, accepting that
knowledge into his calm center, // for what purpose, I don't
know, but it is. And this is not to be my home. Not yet. //
Immersing himself even more deeply, he allowed his mind to
float along the currents of time, the past, present and future.
// But it's coming. I will find it, // he realized. And with
that realization came contentment.
Standing, he pulled up the hood of his robe and slowly went
inside. He felt the need for further meditation - especially
after that last reality and his latest discovery - and also for
a workout and breakfast. But he needed to check in with Master
Yoda and to see if Obi-Wan Kenobi was here already first.
The Grande Promenade was quiet, but it was early. He went to a
public terminal and dialed up Qui-Gon Jinn. Qui-Gon was in
Temple, and had no Padawan. Looking for himself, he discovered
Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi was off-planet. // Odd. I would have
thought we would be together. // Master Yoda was in his
quarters, and to his inquiry agreed to receive him.
Yoda was the same as always, and met him at the door. "Knight
Kenobi! Off-planet I thought you were. Come in."
Over the course of the next few hours, Obi-Wan talked while
Yoda listened, provided food and drink, and asked questions.
Either Obi-Wan was becoming more adept at telling his story, or
Yoda was less apt to disbelieve. Whatever the reason, there was
little he had to do to prove himself. When Obi-Wan asked about
this, smiling, the little Master snorted.
"Grounded you are in Living Force. More grounded than Knight
Kenobi has ever been. Different is your aura, too."
Standing, Yoda began to pace, his eyes down. "Worried, I have
been about Obi-Wan. A great Knight he should be, but much anger
there is in him. Anger and frustration, but from where I do not
know.
"Worried about Obi-Wan I am, but more worried I have been about
my Padawan. Unhappy, he is. Grounded in the Force he is no
longer. Relieved him of duty, the Council has, although against
my advice it was. Fought much, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan did while
still Master and Padawan." Yoda sighed, his ears drooping. "The
same man Qui-Gon has not been since Xanatos died."
Sipping his tea, Obi-Wan watched Master Yoda. "When did Xanatos
die here? And, more importantly how did he die? Did Qui-Gon
kill him?"
"In my world, Xanatos turned to the dark as a Padawan," Obi-Wan
explained to the flabbergasted Master. "I take it that didn't
happen here."
"No, it did not," Yoda said, sitting once again. "Strong in the
Force was Xanatos, a good Knight. Killed on a mission with
Qui-Gon, he was. Failed to protect him, I am thinking Qui-Gon
feels. Long ago it was, and thought I did that taking another
Padawan would help. Know now, I do, it did not."
"Are Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon lovers then?" Obi-Wan asked, and was
startled to get as much of a reaction from that question as his
previous question had.
"Lovers? Lovers? Against the Code is this! Master and Padawan
they were, lovers they could NOT be!"
The old Obi-Wan might have let it lie there, but the Obi-Wan
who had recently been led around by the nose by the Force could
not. And right now, the Force was basically bludgeoning him,
telling him that this was the problem in this reality. "Ah. I
begin to see, Master Yoda," he said, his eyes narrowing.
Quickly, he rattled off the Code, looking directly at Yoda as
he did so. "Is that the Code of this reality?" he asked.
Nodding, Yoda said, "It is."
"Where, then, does it expressly forbid... anything?" Obi-Wan
smiled at Yoda's floundering expression. "Perhaps rather than
against the Code, it is against custom, which is not the same
thing, I'm sure you'll agree. Share meditation with me? I have
some things to show you. I may not be 900 years old," and here
he grinned at the diminutive Master, "but sometimes I feel as
though I have 900 years worth of experience."
His expression still thunderous, Yoda nevertheless sat with
Obi-Wan and composed himself for meditation. Obi-Wan dropped
his shields to allow the elderly Master into his mind, and
showed him what the Force had been telling him. Yoda's
emotional reaction was immediate and incredulous, as he
struggled to come to terms with the idea.
Obi-Wan gleaned that in this reality, sexual liaisons were
permitted, but for some reason further intimacy was considered
against the Code. Particularly for Master and Padawan, as that
was considered almost a parent-child relationship and therefore
sacrosanct. In his dealings with the Force, however, Obi-Wan
had come to realize that such a world-view actually went
against what the Force was all about. He explained further once
they came out of meditation.
"In almost every reality where both Qui-Gon and I have been
alive and here, we've been together," Obi-wan said softly. "If
he hadn't died in my reality, I meant to approach him on my
knighting day to form a bond." He smiled to realize that he was
finally coming to terms with that tragedy and relegate it to
its proper place in his heart. "I think it's possible that
we-that they were meant to be together here too, and the
problems they are having stem from them denying that."
Studying Yoda carefully, Obi-Wan added, "The Force has shown me
that love - in all its wondrous forms - is the power which
truly runs the universe and all its realities. Perhaps the
reason I'm finding our love... the love of Qui-Gon for Obi-Wan
and vice versa... central to every reality I travel is because
of who I am. Maybe another traveler would find another pair. I
don't know. But the Force speaks to and through me and I've
discovered it's futile to ignore it."
Looking almost defeated, Yoda sat on the log he used as a
chair. His ears drooping, his eyes downcast, he spoke in a low,
saddened voice. "Much meditation this will require. How we came
so far from the will of the Force I know not. Much upheaval in
the Order this will bring."
"Well, if I'm right," Obi-Wan said, quirking a smile at Yoda,
"then you have your test case all ready to go. Let me talk to
Qui-Gon. I'll see if my assessment is correct." He leaned
forward, touching the old one's knee gently. "It's not that
bad, Master. At least here you don't emasculate the pleasure
boys."
It was a grim, slumped and defeated Qui-Gon who answered their
ring at his quarters. He reeked of alcohol, and Yoda wrinkled
his nose as he stumped into the man's quarters, unasked.
"Drinking you have been again," he said disapprovingly. Qui-Gon
had eyes only for Obi-Wan, though, hungry eyes.
"So what?" Qui-Gon answered his Master absently. "Obi-Wan... I
thought you were off-planet."
"Off-planet he is," grumped Yoda. "Return day after tomorrow,
he does. Obi-Wan this is not."
"Master, are you sure it's not you that's been drinking?"
Qui-Gon asked, motioning for the two of them to take seats. He
slumped in a big armchair, retrieving the bottle he had set on
the floor when they appeared at his door. Yoda Force-lifted the
bottle away from him and held on to it tightly.
"He's right, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said, smiling a little at the
byplay between the two Masters. "I'm not the Obi-Wan of this
reality. I'm from a different one."
Looking between his two guests, Qui-Gon said, "I don't
understand."
"Understand you need not!" Yoda snapped. "Know that it is true,
what he says. Know that certain truths, has he shown me." His
ears drooping and his voice dropping, Yoda added, "Know that...
wrong, the Council is. Wrong in much, we are."
Qui-Gon blinked slowly. "All right. Then this is an
alcohol-induced dream. For I can't even imagine you admitting
you were wrong. About anything. Master."
Obi-Wan laughed at that, then tried to hide it as Yoda glared
at him. "Sorry, Master," he said, "but he's got a point. Your
stubbornness goes across the reality borders!"
Acknowledging the joke, Yoda sighed. "True, this is. But not
for me only. The Council too is stubborn. Hard to alter
perceptions it is, when stubbornness gets in way." He looked
sharply at Qui-Gon. "Much we have to apologize for. But know
that not yours is this Obi-Wan. Explain to you he will. Leave
you, I will now, Council session must I call." Giving Obi-Wan
an exasperated look, he said, "Risk all, I will, for love's
sake. Tell me that worth it, it will be."
"It will, Master Yoda," Obi-Wan replied softly. "The Force
wills it. I'm sure you feel it too."
Nodding, Yoda hopped off the sofa and moved to leave, still
holding the bottle. At Qui-Gon's inarticulate request, he
clutched it to himself even more tightly. "Keep this, I will.
Need it you do not." He left the two of them alone.
The two men sat in silence for a while after the aged Master
left the room. Qui-Gon finally murmured, "This must be a dream.
I didn't even realize I'd been up all night... so I must be
asleep still."
"You've been up all night drinking?" Obi-Wan asked gently. The
older man nodded, distracted. "I've not been sleeping well
lately. Not since you left me, Obi."
Smiling, Obi-Wan said, "Well. I'm going to make you a breakfast
then, and I'm going to join you. Then we'll meditate, and I'll
help you burn off some of that alcohol so you don't get a
hangover. Then we'll talk. I have some news for you, I think."
As good as his word, Obi-Wan made them both a hearty brunch
with plenty of juice. Qui-Gon surprised himself by eating most
of it, unaware of the gentle Force suggestion from Obi-Wan that
he was hungry. Afterwards, the two men knelt on mats, face to
face, and Obi-Wan helped Qui-Gon drop into meditation, while he
removed toxins from the big man's bloodstream and showed
Qui-Gon his journeys.
Hours later, a haggard and exhausted Qui-Gon swam up out of
meditation to face only a slight hangover and an Obi-Wan Kenobi
he now realized was not the same Padawan he had raised.
Puzzled, he cocked his head to one side, examining the man who
still knelt across from him.
"You look just like him," he murmured.
"Well," Obi-Wan quirked a smile, "I AM him. Sort of. Yoda told
me about what happened with Xanatos and how you and my other
self had been arguing. Can you tell me the story? I think I can
help, but I need you to open up."
They sat on the sofa. Qui-Gon started hesitantly at first, then
spoke faster and faster, as if the words had been desperately
trying to get out for far too long.
"I met Xani when he was Master Tooba's Padawan, just before he
became a Knight. We liked each other, sparred, talked... and we
became more. I think I loved him. But there was nothing
physical between us. It would have been against the Code."
Qui-Gon spoke of how Xanatos became a Knight, and how they
decided to work together. On their last mission, they gave in
to their passions, and became lovers. "One night. That's all we
had," Qui-Gon said. "He died in my arms the next day." Xanatos
was the victim of a particularly nasty rebellion - one that the
two of them had been sent to prevent and couldn't. Qui-Gon
blamed himself, but refused to acknowledge it and so the
feeling festered inside him. When Yoda suggested he take
another Padawan, he almost refused.
"I was afraid I could not protect another one who relied on
me," he said, haltingly. "And then I met... "
"Me. Obi-Wan," Obi-Wan said gently.
"Yes. A lovely young man, strong in the Force, who needed me. I
enjoyed being needed. It helped fill some of the holes left
inside me by Xani's passing. And you, well, Obi-Wan, anyway,
whoever, you were a joy to teach. And when I felt the stirrings
again, I thought I could suppress them, knowing that I would be
near you."
"You love him, don't you Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Force, yes," he replied, burying his head in his hands. "But
he obeys the Code. That's what we had been arguing about. I
could not corrupt him like that. I will not."
"It would not be corruption, Qui-Gon," the younger man
insisted. "For I am sure he loves you too. Let me tell you
something... what another you told me." Swiftly, he told
Qui-Gon of the reality where he had been female.
"A female ME?" Qui-Gon said, dumbfounded. "What... what did
she.. I... look like?"
"Much like you do now," Obi-Wan laughed. "That was the
strangest part. She was tall, with the same color hair, eyes,
even your large, strong, beautiful hands." Reaching down,
Obi-Wan lifted one of the hands in question, holding it
tightly. "She and Obi-Wan... me... had been lovers in that
reality. When Naboo came around... she lived. I didn't."
"She - and you-I mean - her Padawan -" Blinking, Qui-Gon
couldn't seem to get past his tongue what he wanted to say.
"Yes. But let me tell you what said. She told me that she was
certain my Qui-Gon loved me, even though I was not certain he
had," Obi-Wan said, still maintaining his grip on Qui-Gon's
hand. "Because, she said, she could not imagine being Qui-Gon
and not loving me." He looked earnestly into befuddled eyes.
"Do you understand? I feel the same way, Qui-Gon."
"You-love me? But the Code?"
"Master Yoda and I have had some rather serious discussions
this morning. I know that the Force has been guiding me,
somehow. In nearly every reality I've visited, I've done
something fairly significant, helped someone, and the Force has
guided me. Of course, there were one or two where I maybe
should have stayed a bit longer... but not even the Force could
blame me for leaving in at least one of them." Obi-Wan grinned
at the big man who sat stunned across from him. "Remind me to
tell you about that one. Anyway. Ground and center, Qui-Gon.
The Force is guiding you. As my wise Master was fond of telling
me, feel, don't think. Trust your instincts."
Tears were flooding Qui-Gon's beautiful rich blue eyes as
Obi-Wan finished. Trembling, Qui-Gon reached his free hand out
to caress a soft cheek, and felt Obi-Wan lean into the touch.
"You love me," he whispered.
"When your Obi-Wan gets back, I intend to have a talk with
him," Obi-Wan murmured. "Until then, we get you cleaned up.
Rested, fed, exercised: you'll feel like a new person. And by
then, Master Yoda will have bullied the Council. Right now, I
think you need rest."
Qui-Gon blinked at him, his face slowly moving into a smile
that was wonderful to see. "I-I think I understand," he said
quietly. "I've been a fool, haven't I?"
"You haven't had much choice in the matter, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan
insisted. "Yoda would not believe that love - the kind of love
you and I know about - was not against the Code, against the
Force. But he knows better now, I was able to show him. The
Force speaks to me more than it ever has." Smiling in memory,
he brought the hand he still held up to his mouth for a kiss.
"When I was just a young boy, I despaired of ever gaining
control over the Force. You... or rather, my Qui-Gon... always
told me to wait, to be patient, that it would come. And when it
did, it would be glorious. Now, I don't know how I ever lived
without it."
Urging Qui-Gon to his feet, Obi-Wan led him to the bedroom and
helped him lie down. "Sleep for a while, Qui-Gon," he said,
brushing silver-shot hair from the older man's face. "Rest."
"Yes, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon answered docilely, closing his eyes and
slipping into a healing sleep.
Obi-Wan had expected to be called before the Council, and he
was, shortly after Qui-Gon fell asleep. On his way there, he
reflected how in the past such a summons might have filled him
with dread... no longer. He fingered the 'saber at his side.
The Force was with him.
And it was. The Council was skeptical, aggressive, angry,
outraged and incredulous by turns over the hours-long session.
They attempted to discredit him, to disprove him, to bully him
into admitting that the story he presented was a fabrication.
But the self-possessed young Knight who stood before them would
not, could not, be swayed from his convictions.
In the end, they were reluctantly forced to concede that his
control and command of the Force, his understanding of the
Force, was greater than theirs. He left them wrangling over
what to do and how to do it, saying only that he had left
Master Jinn asleep and did not want to leave him alone any
longer. It was obvious to him that he had made his point and
that the Council would just have to find a way to live with it.
It was late afternoon when he returned to Qui-Gon's apartment.
He checked on the sleeping Master but decided against waking
him yet. There was something he needed to confirm first.
Sitting before the dataset, Obi-Wan called up his files. Of
course, they weren't HIS files, but voice prints matched, and
his other self used virtually the same password as he always
had. // Great minds think alike, // he thought, chuckling to
himself. He opened the journal files and began to read.
It didn't take him long to discover that this Obi-Wan was just
as much in love with Qui-Gon as he was. Definitely more
conflicted though; many of the journal entries were frantic,
overwrought soliloquies on the nature of the Code and how such
feelings were wrong, immoral and improper, among other things.
Obi-Wan shook his head. This would not be too hard, but he had
Qui-Gon to tackle first.
He moved back into the dim bedroom and sat at the side of
Qui-Gon's bed. The big man already looked better - more
composed and relaxed - than he had when Obi-Wan first met him
in this reality. It was obvious he had not been taking care of
himself - his beard needed trimming and his hair was a mess.
The room was cluttered with dirty laundry and empty bottles. //
That will be the first thing, // Obi-Wan thought determinedly
to himself.
The second thing would be to get Qui-Gon used to the idea that
loving his former Padawan was not a bad thing. Although that
would, in theory, be easy; in practice Obi-Wan wasn't sure what
would happen. And it was fairly obvious from the journal
entries that if this reality's Obi-Wan wasn't a virgin, he was
the next thing to it. The last thing he wanted was for Qui-Gon
to drive his other self off by being over-eager or by
inadvertently hurting the man.
Obi-Wan knew what he wanted to do. He wanted desperately
to make love to the man asleep before him. But would that be
for good or for ill? He would have to think on it, and think
carefully. In the meantime, he gently shook Qui-Gon's shoulder
to wake him.
Opening his eyes, Qui-Gon smiled when he saw Obi-Wan sitting by
his bedside. "Was it a dream?" he murmured, and smiled wider
when Obi-Wan shook his head.
"No, Qui-Gon, it wasn't. I've met with the Council, and they
have come to see the light, so to speak," Obi-Wan said wryly.
"Your real former Padawan comes home tomorrow. We need to get
you cleaned up and ready for your lover."
Qui-Gon's smile left and his eyes widened as he took that in.
"I-I don't think..."
"Hush." Laying two fingers across the bearded mouth, Obi-Wan
said, "Don't worry about that now. Go get cleaned up, then
we'll get some dinner. One step at a time, Qui-Gon. One step at
a time."
While Qui-Gon bathed and cared for himself, Obi-Wan
straightened up his room, making a pile of laundry and tossing
garbage. The room was much cleaner and brighter when the big
man emerged from the 'fresher, clad in only a towel, and he
looked around in appreciation. "You didn't need to do that," he
began.
"Yes, I did," Obi-Wan interrupted him, laughing. "It hasn't
been so long since I was Knighted, Qui-Gon. And Anakin..." he
trailed off, frowning. This was the first time he had thought
about Anakin in a long time. How was the boy doing, he
wondered.
Qui-Gon was oblivious to his pause, searching for clean tunics
and pants. "Well, I appreciate it, regardless," he said,
finding clothing a dressing quickly. Obi-Wan turned away
abruptly, picking up the bundle of dirty laundry and taking it
to the other room.
// I still want him, // he thought to himself, shoving the
dirty tunics and linens into a laundry bag. // But I don't
know... this is different than before. I'm here too, this time.
//
Pulling his damp hair back from his face, Qui-Gon emerged from
his bedroom. "I find I actually have an appetite, Obi-Wan," he
said, laughing. "That's something I haven't had for a while.
Shall we go to the commissary for dinner?"
"Sounds good. Let's drop this off at the laundry on our way."
Taking Qui-Gon's hand again, Obi-Wan looked seriously into his
face. "You look better now. One step at a time... remember."
"I will."
At dinner and on their way to dinner, Obi-Wan scandalized the
entire order in one way or another. He walked with Qui-Gon,
holding his hand or arm, and while they ate, he often touched
the bigger man, smiling into his eyes and making jokes. At
first embarrassed, Qui-Gon found that he enjoyed the attention
even if it did make him uncomfortable. Obi-Wan amused him by
telling him of his travels, sometimes actually making Qui-Gon
laugh out loud.
They were watched, but from a distance. No one seemed to know
what to do or how to react to their easy intimacy, preferring
instead to just watch and wait for the inevitable censure. Near
the end of their dinner, Yoda stumped into the room to get his
food, saw them sitting together and approached. The room held
it's collective breath.
"Qui-Gon, looking better you are," he said, raking his former
Padawan up and down.
"I feel better, my Master," Qui-Gon smiled.
"Good." Turning to Obi-Wan, Yoda harrumphed. "Not decided yet
the Council has. But going ahead anyway, you are, yes?"
Grinning, Obi-Wan said, "Of course, Master. You've always told
me to listen to the Force..." He reached across the narrow
table and picked up Qui-Gon's hand. Bringing it to his lips,
gray-green eyes met indigo as Obi-Wan tenderly kissed the
callused fingers. " And I have no intention of ignoring it
now," he finished softly, watching Qui-Gon's eyes widen in
shock and darken in lust.
"Humph," Yoda said, watching the byplay sourly. "Very well.
Stop you I cannot. Perhaps stop you I should not. Headstrong
you always were. Humph." Turning, the little green Master
walked to the cooks to get his tray, ignoring the astounded
babble all around him.
Obi-Wan ignored it too, keeping the large hand at his lips. "I
think we've managed to break with tradition, don't you?" he
asked, laughing lightly.
"Obi-Wan..."Qui-Gon's voice was strained and his forehead was
beaded with sweat. "I-are you sure this is the right thing to
do...?"
"I've never been so sure in my life, Qui-Gon," was his answer.
"We're done, let's go back to your quarters and meditate.
And... perhaps other things." He stood, picking up his tray and
taking it to the return slot, his hips swaying in blatant
invitation. Trembling, Qui-Gon followed him, to the tray
return, and out the door to the corridor. Obi-Wan took his hand
keeping it in a tight grasp when Qui-Gon would have pulled
away.
"What's the matter, Qui-Gon?" he asked gently, as they walked
slowly down the corridor.
"I-I don't know," Qui-Gon finally answered slowly. "I feel...
strange. Are you certain this is not just an alcohol-induced
fever dream?"
"Quite sure," Obi-Wan laughed, tucking his hand around
Qui-Gon's upper arm. "And when your Obi-Wan comes back..."
"You keep saying that," the bigger man interrupted, palming
open the door to his quarters. "But you and he... you're not
the same. Obi-Wan and I have been arguing, fighting, for so
long... I don't think he could see me as you do." Qui-Gon sat
heavily on the sofa, his face sorrowful. "I don't think he does
see me as you do." Obi-Wan knelt on the floor at his feet, and
Qui-Gon caressed his cheek sadly. "He doesn't love me, Obi-Wan,
no matter what you may think."
"He does, Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan's voice was soft and firm. "I've...
I've done a bit of snooping. He DOES love you, but, like you,
he feels constrained by this ridiculous custom your Council has
inflicted upon you." Qui-Gon was shaking his head a bit, but
Obi-Wan wouldn't let him talk. "Give him a chance. I'm going to
talk to him, to explain to him..."
"It won't work. He and I fought, I said some terrible
things..."
"It doesn't matter. It doesn't," Obi-Wan insisted. "You
could sprout wings and fangs and I would still love you," he
continued. "It will always be so, Qui-Gon. Always. Trust me."
"But... but what if I... Obi-Wan, it's been so long. I feel, I
feel... inhibited. This is not how I was raised to think, not
what I was raised to do," Qui-Gon said, leaning back away from
the beautiful young man kneeling at his feet. "I love Obi-Wan
with all my heart. But I'm so old..."
"Oh, let's not have that one again, Qui-Gon Jinn," Obi-Wan
said, exasperated. He climbed to his feet to stand directly
before the seated man, feet apart and planted, hands on hips.
"You are NOT old. And I have no doubt that any inhibitions you
feel you can overcome. I know you, Qui-Gon."
Still shaking his head reflexively, Qui-Gon's face was dejected
and his shoulders slumped. He was sliding back into depression,
and Obi-Wan felt he had to do something desperate to prevent
that from happening again. Abruptly, he leaned in, his hands on
either side of Qui-Gon's shoulders, his face inches above the
other man's.
"Fine. Don't believe me?" he asked, his voice between a hiss
and a purr. "Then get up and walk away." Angling his head, he
locked his lips onto Qui-Gon's, devouring his mouth in a kiss
that made the bigger man gasp. Taking the advantage, Obi-Wan
plunged his tongue in to taste, ruthlessly eliciting a
reaction. Qui-Gon's hands came up of their own accord, but
before they could touch Obi-Wan he broke the kiss and danced
lightly away. Standing just out of reach, he unfastened his
utility belt and let it slide to the floor with a thump.
"I want you," he said, his voice low and sensual, a sexy
rumble. His eyes locked onto Qui-Gon's eyes. "As much as he
does, maybe more. I want you to wrap those big hands of yours
around me, to pinch, to tickle, to caress my body," his stola
and sash followed the belt, leaving his tunic gaping open. "I
want you to bite and suck on my nipples, to lick my neck and my
cock too." He used the Force to snap open the buckles of his
boots, then toed them off, leaving them where they were. As he
shrugged his tunic off his shoulders, he rubbed and pinched at
his nipples and kept talking. "I want to feel your cock against
mine. I want to feel your tongue on my asshole. I want you to
suck me." The tunic fell to the floor.
Frozen in shock and abject lust, Qui-Gon sat and watched
Obi-Wan disrobe, enrapt in the hypnotic cadence of the
unbelievably erotic words issuing from the other man's mouth.
"I want to taste you, too... I want you to shove that huge cock
of yours in my mouth and let me swallow you. I want to lick you
all over; your nipples, your neck, your stomach, even your
toes. I want you to hold me down and kiss me until I feel like
I could die.
"And I want you to take me, Qui-Gon," opening the ties to his
pants, Obi-Wan let them gently fall to the floor, gracefully
lifting first one leg then the other to slide socks and pants
legs off. "I want you to shove your hard cock up inside me; I
want you to lay me flat on the bed or the floor or absolutely
anywhere and just ride me, hard, until I scream. I need to feel
you, filling me up with your cock." Undershorts were the last
to go, and Obi-Wan had to maneuver to get them past the raging
hard on he sported, but his eyes never left Qui-Gon's.
Finally, he stood proudly naked, erect and flushed with
arousal. "And when I've come all over myself, and after you've
come hard inside me, filling me up," Obi-Wan continued, his
voice dropping to a throaty whisper, "I want you to flip me
over and lick me clean. Then we're going to do it all over
again. I want to break your bed, Qui-Gon. I don't want either
of us capable of walking in the morning." His feet planted
shoulder width apart, Obi-Wan reached down with one hand and
slowly stroked his weeping, angry-looking erection. His eyes
were still fastened upon Qui-Gon's.
The world had narrowed down to just the two of them and the
temperature in the room had apparently risen several degrees.
Qui-Gon panted, sweating under his tunic and stola, staring at
the vision before him, aware of his aching erection, his sudden
lack of saliva and the dearth of available oxygen. His eyes
fastened on Obi-Wan's penis and the hand that pumped it.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan groaned, deep in his throat.
As if that were a signal, Qui-Gon found he could move again.
Growling, he leapt to his feet, ripping off his belt, sash and
stola in one fluid movement as he stalked to the young man, his
eyes frenzied. Obi-Wan never moved, except for the hand that
continued to pump lazily. He looked up at Qui-Gon through thick
lashes, his mouth parted, tongue darting out to moisten dry
lips. They stood in tableau for a heartbeat, then Obi-Wan
whispered, "Take me."
Then they were kissing, devouring, sucking the very life out of
each other as Obi-Wan finished undressing Qui-Gon. Not
bothering to remove his boots, Qui-Gon shoved his pants down
his legs and bore the younger man to the floor, biting and
sucking at his neck and face frantically, desperate to taste,
to feel. Their erections ground together and Qui-Gon suddenly
shouted as his orgasm barreled over him, shockingly fast. He
slumped for a moment against the smaller body under him, then
levered himself up on his arms to look, stunned, into
lust-filled eyes.
"I told you so," Obi-Wan whispered. "Take me to bed, Qui-Gon.
Now. We have all night."
"Yes."
Wearily disembarking his shuttle, Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi
shouldered his pack and walked towards the Temple entrance. A
brown robed and hooded figure waited for him and he frowned; he
hadn't been expecting anyone to greet him.
As he drew near, the figure walked to meet him, then pushed
back the hood of his robe. A very familiar face grinned at him
and Obi-Wan's mouth dropped open in shock. "Wha...?" he managed
to stammer.
"I know, I know; stunning, isn't it? I can explain, in fact,
I'll explain everything. In Yoda's quarters. He's expecting us.
I've got some wonderful news for you."
Walking just a little bow-legged, Obi-Wan escorted himself back
into the Temple, to his new freedom and his new lover.
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