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SithChicks
Pairing: O/Other, Q/Other, O/Q
Category: Alternate Universe
Rating: NC-17 for the series; this episode rated 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.
Obi-Wan's fervent wish for a normal Temple appeared to
have been granted on his next trip. Yoda was dressed normally
and reacted normally, if a little more irascibly than usual.
And instead of tea, he fed Obi-Wan a good lunch and provided
juice.
After eating, they went to the Jinn/Kenobi quarters. Obi-Wan
was only slightly dismayed to learn that he existed with his
Master in this reality, and accepted the fact they were lovers
with fair equanimity. After the last two realities...
The look of shock on Qui-Gon's face as he opened the door was
actually comical. He and his still-Padawan sat together on the
sofa and listened to Yoda and Obi-Wan explain the situation.
Qui-Gon's eyes kept shifting back and forth between the two
Obi-Wans as he digested the story, but his Padawan could not
take his eyes from the man who wore his face.
They quickly ascertained the reason for Obi-Wan's presence.
Once again, Naboo was looming on the horizon, and Obi-Wan felt
certain he was supposed to prevent it from happening again.
Giving only minimal information, not going into the raw details
of what happened, he described the mysterious warrior and then
also told about the realities he had visited where the Sith had
returned with a vengeance.
"Was there any doubt that this strange being was a Sith?"
Qui-Gon asked at one point. It was obvious to him that the
young Knight was holding back some personal information,
something he perhaps didn't want to speak of, but Qui-Gon
refrained from asking.
"Masters Windu and Yoda seemed not to think so," Obi-Wan
answered, nodding and smiling at Yoda, who sat next to him. "My
Master had fought this thing before, when we were on Tatooine
after leaving Naboo with the Queen. Master was quite certain it
was a Sith. He said it was highly trained in the Jedi arts."
"What were you doing on Tatooine?" the other Obi-Wan asked,
puzzled.
Obi-Wan looked down. "It's a long story. I'll tell you the
whole thing later."
"Well, then," Qui-Gon said after a moment of silence, "it looks
as though our primary goal will be recreating the fight and
devising a defense, not to mention alerting the Council about
Palpatine's possible involvement."
"Handle that I will," Yoda said firmly. "Not definite is his
involvement. Delicately, we should go." He frowned, obviously
thinking hard. "Make inquiries I shall. Discreet, we will be."
Looking up, he said to Qui-Gon, "Go, I shall. Council session
will I call to discuss this. Keep Knight Kenobi with you, you
will?"
Quirking a smile at Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon said, "Well, yes, I
suppose I will, my Master. I'd like to learn more about him and
his travels."
Sourly glancing between the two Obi-Wans, Yoda said, "Very well
then. But two you have now, share you should. When 900 years
old you are, as much nookie you will not get."
Both the Knight and the Padawan were able to hold back their
laughter until the elderly Master left the room. When Qui-Gon
turned from the door after seeing his Master out, he said, "Let
it out you should, or explode you shall," in perfect imitation
of Yoda. Both Obi-Wans nearly slid to the floor in an excess of
mirth.
Wiping his eyes, Obi-Wan muttered, "At least he wasn't wearing
pink..." which merely caused his hosts to stare at him,
wide-eyed. And so he launched into a recitation of his most
recent travels, which led to him describing some of the other
places he had been, which naturally led to him describing
Qui-Gon as a woman.
It wasn't long before the Padawan was curled up in a fetal
position with his head on his Master's lap, clutching his sides
and panting for breath. "S-stop..." he gasped, "Please... I
can't..."
Qui-Gon, himself laughing at the stories but not quite as
overcome, looked down fondly at the young man in his lap. "I
think we'd better move on to other things," he said to Obi-Wan,
"before my Padawan self-destructs. You can stay for a
while, can't you Obi... oh, this is ridiculous." He tapped his
still-chuckling Padawan's nose. "Obi-One," he christened him,
then raised a grinning face to the Knight across from him. "And
Obi-Two. Otherwise I'm liable to have a nervous breakdown."
Also laughing, the newly-named Obi-Two said, "I'll stay as long
as you... and the Force... want me too. The last time, I only
had a day to prepare Mar-Gon and Sil-Wan for Naboo. They left
the same day I did." Sobering, he looked at his hands. "I can
only hope I did enough."
"Trust in the Force, Obi," Qui-Gon said gently, helping his
Padawan sit up. "You did what you could, what the Force wanted
you to. It had to be enough."
"I hope so," Obi-Wan sighed, resolutely putting it out of his
mind. As far as he knew, he could not go backwards, so living
in the moment became a reality as much as a necessity. But
still, forever he would wonder.
He looked up to see Qui-Gon's eyes on him. "You were holding
something out about the fight, weren't you?" the older man
asked gently. To the sad eyes that met his, he continued. "What
happened? Will you talk about it?"
"I think I had better," Obi-Wan replied softly. "You need to
know everything." And so, one more time, Obi-Wan found himself
describing the events that had transpired, this time including
what had happened on Naboo and in the Council chamber, and
Qui-Gon's last words to him. He left nothing out, but
resolutely refused to look at either member of his audience as
he spoke. 'Obi-One' and Qui-Gon exchanged frequent looks as the
story unfolded, and took each other's hand before it ended.
Winding down, Obi-Wan continued to stare at the floor between
his boots. Qui-Gon cleared his throat. "That... that will take
some time to digest, I think," he finally said. "Thank you for
sharing it with us, Obi. I can only guess how hard it must be
for you to talk about it."
"It was almost two months ago now," he said softly. "The hurt
has eased. The Force has promised me a home, and I know I will
find it." Resolute, he looked up to smile sadly at the pair on
the sofa. "In the meantime, I will do everything I can to see
to it that it won't happen again."
"That sounds good to me," the Padawan said fiercely, "I'm
thinking about forbidding you from being anywhere near a planet
that even RHYMES with Naboo."
One eyebrow quirked up as Qui-Gon looked at his Padawan. He was
caught between laughing and amazement at the young man's words.
"Forbidding me? Do we need to work on our Master/Padawan
relationship?"
"Our Master/Padawan relationship is perfectly fine, Master,"
his Padawan responded softly, caressing the bearded cheek
gently. The temperature rose by a few degrees in the room and
Obi-Wan abruptly turned away. Watching Mar-Gon and Sil-Wan had
not been quite this difficult, he reflected. Intellectually, he
knew they were the same, but seeing 'himself' and Qui-Gon in a
loving relationship hit on a visceral level.
Qui-Gon noticed the sublimated pain in the young Knight sitting
across from him. In truth, there was not much that he missed,
and he gave his own Padawan a searching look before saying, "We
have space reserved to spar this afternoon, 'Obi-Two'. Perhaps
this would be a good time to start working on that defense."
"Yes, that would be great. I could-I could use a good workout."
Obi-Wan rose and picked up his backpack. "Let me change into
some better workout clothes... if I have any clean," he amended
ruefully.
"Here, 'Obi-Two'," the Padawan said brightly, bouncing from his
seat. "Something tells me you and I are the same size... give
me your dirties and I'll get them laundered, and in the
meanwhile you can borrow some of my sweats." He disappeared
into his bedroom as he spoke, leaving Obi-Wan behind with
Qui-Gon, who stood and walked to the Knight.
Placing one warm hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, Qui-Gon said, "Are
you all right with staying with us?"
"Yes." He smiled up at Qui-Gon. "It should get easier, but it
doesn't, not really. I've seen so many realities and so many
'yous' now. I-I guess I'm just getting a bit tired of helping
the man I want find happiness with another." Suddenly grinning,
he added, "But it's all right. It is. It's not like it
hasn't been fun anyway. Especially with Mar-Gon and Sil-Wan..."
The Padawan had returned by this time and had heard the last
comment. Shoving worn, comfortable tunics at his twin, he
gasped, "Tell me. Did you...?"
Obi-Wan's slightly abashed "Uh-huh" came simultaneously with
Qui-Gon's "Padawan!" Turning incredulous eyes to the young
Knight, Qui-Gon added, "I do NOT want to know. Not now, anyway.
Let's go work out."
Three hours later, the Master, Knight and Padawan were hot,
tired, sweaty and feeling much more at ease with one other.
Obi-Wan took up a staff again and demonstrated what he had
faced with his Master, as well as showing the move that had
killed Qui-Gon. Obi-One watched fiercely, as though to memorize
every step.
Deciding to shower in the gym's facilities, both Obi-Wans went
ahead of Qui-Gon, who was caught by a fascinated Master Windu.
Motioning for the younger men to precede him, he paused to talk
to his friend Mace about what Yoda had brought before the
Council. So both Obi-Wans were done, sitting together on a
bench, talking and drying off before Qui-Gon got into the
shower at all. The Padawan was drying and re-braiding his braid
and talking to the Knight, who was combing out his increasingly
long mane.
"But what did he do once you had explained the situation
to him?" the Padawan was asking. "I mean, you - you HAD his
Qui-Gon! Wasn't he jealous? And was he really a virgin?"
Obi-Wan began dressing as he answered. "You have to remember,
sexual relationships between Jedi in that reality were almost
completely forbidden. And yes, he was a virgin as it turned
out. Because of that, and other things, I don't think his
Qui-Gon would have been able to do ANYthing had I not
intervened. He was pretty whacked. As for being jealous..."
He paused in the middle of dressing to look across the shower
room at Qui-Gon, standing in a stall under a rush of water, in
the middle of rinsing soap from his hair. His arched back was
to the two men and he presented a picture of incredible,
unconscious sensuality. Obi-Wan's mouth went dry at the sight,
but he managed to find his voice. "Knowing what you know of me
now... if you found me with your Qui-Gon, would YOU be?"
The Padawan was also staring at his Master as he thought about
the question. Finally, he turned and replied very softly.
"Depends, I guess. Could I watch?"
Locking gazes, they stared at each other for several moments,
until the sound of water stopped. Flushing, Obi-Wan managed to
finish dressing and was only peripherally aware of his
doppelganger doing the same. Shortly, all three were dressed
and ready to go, and if Qui-Gon noticed any tension between
them, he did not call attention to it.
"What shall we do for dinner, my two Obi-Wans?" he asked
easily, placing an arm around each shoulder as they left the
gym.
"May we order in, Master?" his Padawan said, shouldering the
gym bag that carried all their things. "I'm not at all certain
I want to face the dining hall today, and we really don't have
anything to cook."
Laughing, Qui-Gon said, "Let me guess. Rhodarian flatbread?"
Mystified, Obi-Wan said, "What in the Force..? What is that?"
The Padawan rolled his eyes. "You, my twin, are in for a
treat!"
At least Obi-Wan was able to introduce the Padawan to root
beer, even if he only had five bottles left. The rhodarian
flatbread more than made up for sacrificing nearly his last
bottle. Qui-Gon tried the root beer and decided while he didn't
hate it, he wouldn't go out of his way to drink it, which just
left more for them. Obi-Wan even liked the pineapple; who knew
pineapple could taste so good with tomato sauce?
They sat at the dining table and talked about Temple life,
furthering the process of getting to know one another. This
reality turned out to be much closer to his than any he had
been to previously, and Obi-Wan felt both more and less at
ease, if that were possible. Familiar names, places, situations
rolled off the Padawan's tongue, reminding Obi-Wan of the happy
times. The melancholy that had dogged his steps at the
beginning of his journey seemed to be just around the corner
again, and he found himself becoming quieter as the evening
wore on. The lively conversation brought back memories of
before Naboo, when the world appeared to be at his feet, and
the love of his Master closer than ever.
A warm hand on his made him start, realizing he had lost the
thread of conversation. He looked up to gently smiling eyes. "I
said, we ought to meditate before bed tonight," Qui-Gon was
saying. "I think you could use it, yes?"
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Obi-Wan agreed.
"I think I would like to release some feelings to the Force, as
well as to ensure I'm on the right path," he said, rising.
The three of them knelt together near the window, easily
settling into a light trance, making them more aware of each
other, before sinking deeper into separate trances. Obi-Wan had
much to examine and release, most of it generated by his
feelings of homesickness and sadness. The Force once again
guided him, comforting and soothing, leaving him with the
feeling that this reality was as much a reward for work well
done as anything. That gave him pause.
Swimming up out of his meditation, feeling calmer and more
centered, he was surprised to note how much time had passed.
The Padawan wasn't in sight, but Qui-Gon was sitting on the
sofa, reading, and apparently waiting for him. "Welcome back,"
he said softly, indicating Obi-Wan should join him.
"Where's Obi-Wan?" the Knight asked as he took a seat on the
other end of the sofa.
"In bed, probably reading. He just retired a few minutes before
you came up. I asked him to give us some time to talk...
something tells me you need to. If you want to, of course...?"
Obi-Wan mapped every inch of the beloved face before him with
his eyes, swallowing against the sudden pressure in his throat.
Qui-Gon reached out a hand and gently caressed his cheek, and
that released the logjam. He began to talk, haltingly, then
more firmly, telling Qui-Gon of how he felt having his love die
in his arms... not once, but twice... and to make love to
Qui-Gon specifically knowing he would give him up. It was a
catharsis, and eventually he found himself pressed to the
tunics above Qui-Gon's chest, arms wrapped around the bigger
man, practically sobbing. Qui-Gon simply held him, running his
hands through his hair, making soothing noises. From the
bedroom door, the other Obi-Wan silently turned away, wiping at
tears of his own.
After a little while the storm passed, but Obi-Wan showed no
interest in sitting back up and Qui-Gon showed no interest in
letting him. Coughing slightly to clear his throat, Obi-Wan
chuckled slightly. "This is the first time you've
soothed me, believe it or not," he said. "All the other
times I've had to be strong for you, for the other yous. I
think... I think I needed this."
"I think you did too," Qui-Gon murmured. "The Force has asked
you to do much more than I feel you should, Obi-Wan, not that I
have any say in it. I wish... I wish you could just stop, here.
Or, at least, maybe, take help with you."
"I wish I could too," he replied, knowing in his heart neither
would not be possible. "But I feel I have a few days here to
rest. As long as... as long..."
"As you're welcome? You are. Never doubt that." Gently he
coaxed Obi-Wan up, so he could wipe tears from his face with a
corner of his tunic sleeve. "You are still so young, so young
to be asked to do this," he choked slightly, folding the
smaller man back into his arms for a strong hug, which Obi-Wan
accepted gratefully.
Bending, Qui-Gon kissed Obi-Wan's forehead gently, lingering on
the soft skin. Gray-green eyes met deep blue for a moment as
Qui-Gon's head slowly dipped lower, giving Obi-Wan every chance
to back away. He didn't. // I want this, // he thought fiercely
to himself. // I want this I want this. To be normal, to
pretend normalcy for just a few days. That's all. I want this.
Then I can go back to whatever it is the Force wants me to do.
Just a few days. //
Then Qui-Gon was kissing him and he was falling into soft lips,
warm scent and an achingly familiar aura, drowning in pleasure
and desire. The kisses were soft, gentle, amazingly sweet
things, and a grateful Obi-Wan simply lay back in the circle of
big, strong arms and let the man so like his former Master make
love to his mouth. Before he knew it, he was asleep, a gentle
Force suggestion tipping him over into deep, dreamless slumber.
Obi-Wan woke the next day in a room so much like his old room
that for a moment he was totally disoriented. Then he
remembered the night before and touched his lips, smiling in
memory. // A few days of normalcy, // he thought again, //
where I can pretend it's all over. I can do that. //
There were noises coming from the outer room, and he pushed
back his covers to rise. He was clad in his pants from the
night before; his other clothes lay across the chair to his old
desk. He grinned, unaccountably cheerful, as he looked in the
mirror... if it hadn't been for the missing braid, he could
well believe he was back in time.
His twin sat at the table, dressed as he was, eyes half closed,
nursing a cup of cha. Smiling in greeting, he went to the
kitchenette to get his own cup; Qui-Gon was at the stove
heating some food in a pan and turned to greet him.
"Good morning, Obi-Two," he said gravely, his eyes dancing.
Then, to Obi-Wan's shock, one hand came around his neck and
pulled him in for a deep, hungry kiss that fair bid to melt his
knees.
"Good morning!" he gasped when the kiss broke, glad his pants
were loose about his hips - though they were tightening. A low
chuckle from the table made him turn.
"Master, he's not used to your morning kisses," the Padawan
grinned, arms over his head in a spine-cracking stretch.
"Though you'd better get used to them, Obi, if you hang
around." Standing, he sauntered into the kitchenette for a
refill of his cha, and further surprised Obi-Wan by kissing him
too - not as passionate a kiss but a firm one nonetheless.
"Good morning," he added, filling his cup and returning to his
seat.
Nonplused, Obi-Wan sat at the table and started on his cha.
Qui-Gon put a plate of something warm before him and without
thinking he tucked in, then looked up at the soft chuckle. "I'm
sorry, Master, thank you," he said quickly, his mouth full. So
surprised he was by the morning's events he didn't even realize
what he had said.
"Did you sleep well?" Qui-Gon asked him, also beginning to eat,
ignoring the verbal faux pas.
"Oh, yes. Thank you. Although I felt almost lost when I woke
up." Looking down, he ate in silence for a moment, then looked
back up. "It... feels good to be here. Like I'm back home. It's
very strange."
He noticed Qui-Gon was exchanging a long look with his Padawan,
and said, "What?"
Grinning, Obi-One said, "Nothing. I've got class in twenty, I'm
teaching the six year old focusing class. Always fun."
"And I've got two subcommittee meetings this morning. Oh, Yoda
called Obi... Obi-Two, I mean, and he would like you to meet
with the Council this morning," Qui-Gon said, finishing his
breakfast.
Obi-Wan sighed. "I guess they want to grill me. Over an open
flame, no doubt." They all chuckled at that. "I'll call him.
Shall..." he suddenly felt shy. "Shall I meet you back here for
lunch?"
"I can't," the Padawan said, rinsing his cup in the sink. "I've
got a date with Bant... she needs help with the syllabus for
her initiates' astrometrics class. I should be back by second
hour, though; should we meet in a gym to work on that defense?"
"That would be wise," Qui-Gon said. "I'll reserve 12-b for us
again. I'll meet you here at noon for lunch, Obi-Wan, I mean,
Obi-Two. I'm getting a headache..."
His Padawan laughed as he passed behind the big man, then
leaned in and kissed him soundly. "There's pain patches in the
'fresher. I've got to hurry!"
Finishing his breakfast, Obi-Wan took his plate to the sink to
rinse, then to place in the dishwasher. He felt Qui-Gon come up
behind him to do the same thing. As he straightened, he found
himself face to face with the big man. "Last night..." Qui-Gon
started.
"Last night I needed sleep," Obi-Wan interrupted. "Thank you,
by the way. I haven't slept quite that well in, well, weeks, I
think."
"You're welcome," Qui-Gon answered, smiling. Then he leaned
down and kissed him again, gently, but with as much hunger as
before. Wrapping his hands through the thick hair, Obi-Wan
pulled him in firmly and kissed back strongly, his tongue
meeting and dueling with Qui-Gon's. Slowly the kiss gentled,
then they broke apart, content.
"I have to get ready as well," Qui-Gon said huskily, stroking
one finger down Obi-Wan's cheek. "I'll see you at lunchtime."
The Council session was, as usual, draining and tiring. Yoda
had done the groundwork; it was up to Obi-Wan to convince the
skeptics of his authenticity. Mace Windu actually came down on
his side; he had watched part of the training bout the day
before and had been convinced of the young Knight's sincerity.
Two and a half hours later, just before the noon hour, they
released him, requested he not go anywhere for a while, and
informed him that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were on 'vacation' until
the entire situation was sorted out. Obi-Wan was surprised to
see Qui-Gon waiting for him in the Council antechamber when he
emerged.
"My subcommittee meetings broke early, and I thought you might
need someone to lean on," Qui-Gon explained. "Rough, was it?"
"Oh, I've had worse," Obi-Wan said, enjoying Qui-Gon's arm
around his shoulders as they walked through the corridors.
"Master Windu is on my side, and that's a blessing. It's odd,
he seems always to be one extreme or the other, either
completely helpful or a total... well, not very nice," Obi-Wan
amended hastily. Qui-Gon laughed, palming open the door.
Once in the privacy of the apartment, Qui-Gon pulled him into
an embrace again, kissing him thoroughly. "Let's talk for a
moment, shall we?" he asked, pulling Obi-Wan to the sofa.
"Obi-Wan... I mean, Obi-One... this is ridiculous... anyway,
we've talked," Qui-Gon began. "You've told us about most of
your adventures, and while you've done a lot of good, you
haven't really had a chance to just settle down and be yourself
for a while. We'd... we'd like to propose you stay for a week
or two... as long as the Force would allow, anyway... and just
decompress. Rest. Let us help you come to terms with all that
you've lost and gained." He looked earnestly at the young
Knight. "Would you like that?"
"Yes," Obi-Wan breathed, his chest tightening. "I-I've not been
able to stay anywhere for longer than a few days... Oh, yes.
I'd like that."
Relieved, Qui-Gon smiled. "Good. Then, we'd like to ask you
something else, and you are completely free to say no. In fact,
I'd like you to think about it before you answer."
Mystified, Obi-Wan nodded his willingness to listen. "You know
that Obi-Wan and I are lovers. Someday, I'd like to tell you
how that came about... but regardless. We would be happy...
honored... if you would share our bed with us. Let us love you
as well as help you. Now, that's a tall order, and personally,
I'm not all that sure the two of you won't kill me. But he was
insistent..."
"He was?" Obi-Wan asked, blinking.
"Yes, he," Qui-Gon confirmed, grinning. "Obi-Wan is... BOTH my
Obi-Wans.. are good, strong, caring, loving men. Wise beyond
their years, worthy of much more love than one silly old Master
can give." He took Obi-Wan's hand. "But what one silly old
Master can give, he will give. You deserve more, but will you
take what we offer?"
Swallowing heavily, Obi-Wan said the only thing he could.
"Yes."
"Good." Qui-Gon sat still and looked at him for a moment, then
gently pulled the smaller man towards him. Settling him firmly
against his chest in a warm hug, he kissed the tawny hair.
"What would you like, my Obi-Wan, my Obi-Two?"
They stood, and Qui-Gon pulled him into the bedchamber. Gently,
he helped the young Knight disrobe, while pulling apart his own
tunics. Boots and pants were discarded, until they stood naked
in each other's presence. Qui-Gon bent his head and kissed
Obi-Wan gently, letting his lips ghost across the soft cheek to
the ear and then to the throat, while his hands slipped softly
over silken skin. He pulled away slightly, smiling, then turned
around and bent forward from his waist over the bed, resting
his weight on his arms.
Obi-Wan couldn't breathe. Of their own accord, his hands came
up to touch, to caress the broad back before him, to knead the
strong globes of Qui-Gon's ass, then to drift forward and pet
the hot, strong erection, causing the bigger man to groan
softly. On impulse, Obi-Wan bent and nuzzled the bigger man's
lower back, dragging his tongue down to the tiny, puckered
opening, relishing the musky flavor. Qui-Gon was panting
harshly, trembling as his head drooped between his shoulders.
"Lube?" Obi-Wan gasped, then Forced lifted the indicated tube
to himself.
Liberally coating his erection, he gently nudged Qui-Gon's legs
further apart and slowly, firmly drove his penis home into the
big man's body. As he began a steady, pounding rhythm, he was
peripherally aware of Qui-Gon's hand working his own erection
frantically.
"Yes, Obi... oh yes,... do it... hard... good..." Qui-Gon's
voice was raw with lust and his words interspersed with grunts
as Obi-Wan drove home.
Dropping into the Moment, Obi-Wan allowed himself to simply
feel, to enjoy the tight heat surrounding his penis, the
clenching muscles, the harsh guttural sounds Qui-Gon was making
in pleasure as Obi-Wan pounded into him. He withdrew nearly all
the way then thrust back in strongly, over and over, reveling
in the intense pleasure.
Gasping with need, Qui-Gon's hand increased its pace.
"Almost... almost..." he was saying in time to each thrust.
Nearly overcome, Obi-Wan managed to change the angle just so,
hitting Qui-Gon's prostate and making him scream suddenly,
ejaculate all over his hand and the bed, and causing his knees
to nearly give out. The tight clench of rectal muscles as
Qui-Gon's climax rolled over him brought Obi-Wan over the edge
as well. He threw his head back in a soundless scream as his
orgasm nearly destroyed all his synapses, then slowly crumpled
forward until both men were tumbled in a heap on the edge of
the bed.
After a moment, Qui-Gon was able to move again and shifted,
bringing Obi-Wan into his arms to hold him tenderly. "Are you
all right?" he whispered. When Obi-Wan nodded shakily, he
continued, "Are you sure? We... Obi and I... we like it a bit
rough, but I didn't think to ask..."
"It was wonderful," Obi-Wan said, his eyes still closed,
aftershocks from his intense orgasm still racing through him.
"Good." Chuckling gently, Qui-Gon said, "It will be even better
tonight. I think my Padawan may have some evil plan afoot."
"If it gets any better I may not survive it," Obi-Wan joked,
his still-dazed eyes finally opening to look amazed at Qui-Gon.
"I love you."
"I love you too," Qui-Gon replied, kissing his nose. "Let's get
cleaned up and eat something. We have to meet Obi-One soon."
They were a few minutes late meeting the other Obi-Wan, who
gave them a searching look then abruptly grinned. They worked
on the defense for a couple of hours, then Qui-Gon pled
exhaustion and told the two younger men to spar without him. By
then, they had an audience who watched avidly as the two
identical men fought.
Mace Windu had learned of the match and came into the room to
sit near Qui-Gon. The two Masters watched with the rest of the
spectators in awe at the two young men. Precisely - of course -
matched, they sparred with a fierce intensity that quite amazed
everyone in the room, dancing back and forth in a deadly,
gorgeous ballet.
Leaping, spinning, nearly flying over one another, their
reduced power 'sabers were flashing blurs. Obi-Wan still fought
with his Master's bigger 'saber, and that, ultimately, was his
downfall. As he grew tired and sweaty, a parry that he would
have done automatically with a smaller 'saber was missed, and
the Padawan managed to get in the 'killing' stroke. They
powered down, grinning at each other, then were surprised at
the sudden, enthusiastic applause that rang through the room.
Qui-Gon rose and wrapped both men to him in a fierce hug,
laughing out loud. Then he turned and hauled both over to where
he had been sitting with Mace Windu. "Still doubt that Obi-Wan
is ready for his trials, Mace?" he asked, grinning. His Padawan
looked up at him in shock.
Windu grinned wryly. "After that demonstration, I am nearly
convinced, Qui-Gon. I'll take it up before the Council again."
"Good. Obi-One and Obi-Two, that match deserves a treat. Dinner
is on me."
And dinner was. After showering and changing, Qui-Gon dragged
both young men out of the Temple to a fashionable restaurant,
where they all proceeded to stuff themselves amid much
laughter. Two bottles of wine and a dreadfully gooey, chocolate
dessert later, they wound up back at the Temple, still in a
joyous good mood. Qui-Gon walked them down the Temple
corridors, one arm around each of them, enjoying the delightful
feeling of being bracketed by his lovers.
Once back in their quarters, they wasted little time. During
dinner, the three of them had been flirting and teasing each
other, driving the sexual tension up by notches. Disrobing down
to leggings, they cuddled on the sofa, Qui-Gon in the middle.
When his apprentice laughingly protested, he defended himself
by saying, "Give an old man his feast, Padawan. This way, I can
kiss both my Obis with minimal fuss."
"But what if one of the Obis wants to kiss the other?" Obi-Wan
asked reasonably, his eyes dancing in mischief as he looked at
his counterpart.
"Then I'm in the perfect position to watch," Qui-Gon murmured,
his hands unconsciously tightening on broad shoulders. The
Padawan gasped slightly, his lips parting as he stared at the
young Knight. Without even realizing it, they leaned in closer
to each other until they were simply a breath apart. Their lips
touched gently, caressingly, and one tongue darted out to
taste. Qui-Gon inhaled sharply.
Obi-Wan wasn't really sure what happened after that; his brain
seemed to blip out of conscious thought. He did remember
kissing the other Obi-Wan, somewhat passionately too, and
remembered thinking that Qui-Gon was a wonderful teacher in so
many ways. He remembered Qui-Gon kissing him, then kissing his
Padawan, and he remembered watching breathlessly as Qui-Gon
sank his mouth down over his counterpart's erection, listening
to the other Obi-Wan moan at the sensation. And he also
remembered doing the same to Qui-Gon, taking the man's enormous
erection into his own mouth. The three made an interesting
picture, lying in decadence on the sofa, but none wanted the
evening to end there.
Eventually, they wound up in the bedroom. The Padawan was
nearly inarticulate in his pleas to Qui-Gon, and Obi-Wan
remembered what the Master had admitted to him earlier in the
day, about them liking it on the rough side. He watched avidly
as Qui-Gon prepared the other man, only stretching him a little
bit before slowly introducing his thick erection to Obi-One's
anus. To judge from the shrieking pleasure coming from the
other Obi-Wan, he enjoyed the slight burn and the incredible
pounding he must be feeling, and the thought of it made Obi-Wan
harder. Diving beneath the kneeling man, he took his erection
in his mouth, bringing him over the edge.
Qui-Gon froze, concentrating on not coming as his Padawan's
body spasmed around his cock. When Obi-One collapsed beneath
him, he looked at Obi-Two, smiling ferally. "You want this?" he
asked, withdrawing his still hard erection slowly from the
Padawan. Obi-Wan nodded, swallowing.
He rolled over to his stomach and enjoyed the sensation of
Qui-Gon opening him with his fingers. Before he was quite loose
enough, the blunt, hot head of the Master's large penis was
pushing insistently inside. The burn was exquisite and he
keened in pleasure as the huge phallus rubbed against his
prostate.
As his body grew used to the stretching, Qui-Gon began
thrusting, as rhythmically as Obi- Wan had earlier, making the
Knight whimper. As the Padawan watched, his eyes gleaming in
renewed lust, Qui-Gon wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan's abdomen
and hauled him up, using gravity to drive his cock even deeper.
Obi-Wan threw his head back on Qui-Gon's shoulder and hung on,
gasping for air, arms wrapped around Qui-Gon's neck and using
his toes to lever himself up and down, his grunts and cries
inflaming all three men.
Then Obi-One lowered his head to take Obi-Two's penis into his
mouth. Kneeling upright, Obi-Wan impaled on his cock, Qui-Gon
looked down over the young Knight's shoulder to see his
Padawan's head bobbing up and down on the hot, hard length, and
pulling at his own renewed erection. It about drove him insane,
but he managed to hold off a bit longer, wanting to make it
last as long as he could for the Knight writhing and grunting
on his lap.
Between incredible hot suction on his cock and the pounding on
his prostate, when Obi-Wan finally came, he screamed, arching
his back in a rictus of overwhelming pleasure. He blacked out
as he went limp in Qui-Gon's arms.
When he came back to himself, he was stretched out comfortably
on the bed, facing Qui-Gon, who was on his back and taking his
Padawan into his body. Their lips were locked in a passionate
kiss as Obi-One slowly drove deep into the bigger man's body,
making him grunt. Breaking the kiss, they looked at him and
smiled, then took turns kissing him until Obi-One's hips
started jerking spasmodically and he started keening as he came
deep inside his Master's body. It was a beautiful sight,
Obi-Wan reflected as he drifted off to sleep, happier than he
had been in months, bracketed by two people who loved him.
Days turned to a week, then to two weeks, then a month. The
situation on the Senate floor became more troublesome, as the
trade route taxation situation grew more inflamed. Two more
weeks passed. The Trade Federation finally threatened blockade,
and the Council abruptly passed Obi-One for his trials.
Obi-Two meanwhile had become as much of a favorite around the
Temple as his counterpart. He began helping out with the
Initiates training, substitute-taught for some Knights, even
managed to synthesize root beer, which became something of a
hit around the Temple. He also built himself a new 'saber, one
that worked; the one that acted as a switch remained tucked
away in the bottom of his pack, nearly forgotten.
The Padawan was a mass of nerves before his trials, and Obi-Wan
and Qui-Gon had a job to calm him down sufficiently. He kept
asking Obi-Wan for hints about his trials, but Obi-Wan merely
smiled mysteriously and kept mum. Several hours later, when a
victorious new Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi emerged, Obi-Two confessed
that he had NOT taken formal trials at all, and was nearly
beaten for it. Qui-Gon separated them, laughing uproariously.
The Knighting ceremony was very poignant for Obi-Wan. He
managed to hold back his tears while watching a similarly
choked up Qui-Gon say the words of blessing and cut through the
long Padawan braid, but it was a near thing. Obi-Wan's face was
ecstatic as Qui-Gon handed him the long coil. Kissing his
Master tenderly, he presented it right back to him, amid
applause from the onlookers. Their pair bond and intent to
marry was announced at that moment as well, to absolutely no
one's surprise.
Mid-way through the congratulations, Obi-Wan had to leave, to
get some air, he told himself. He found himself on the very
same balcony outside the Council Chambers where he and his
Master had waited for Anakin's testing, months - what felt now
like years - ago. Brooding, he looked out over the Coruscant
skyline. That's how Qui-Gon and Obi-One found him, some time
later.
Pulling his virtual twin into a hug, Obi-One kissed his
forehead. "Are you all right, my brother?" he asked softly.
"I'm fine," he said roughly, returning the embrace. Qui-Gon
wrapped his big arms around both of them, squeezing gently.
"I know how hard this must be for you," he murmured, nuzzling
red-gold hair. "I wish there were some way to make it easier."
"Easier?" Obi-Wan snorted. "I'm actually happier now than I've
been in months. You two have given me back my center, loved me
into a puddle and strengthened my backbone. What more could one
man ask for? My only wish is... that I could stay here
forever."
That last, sad comment sobered all three of them. Qui-Gon said
softly, "Yoda told me privately a few minutes ago that the
Trade Federation has initiated a blockade against Naboo, and
the Chancellor is asking for me. I expect we'll be leaving in a
few days."
Obi-Wan stiffened, but neither of the two other men would allow
him to speak. "It's different, my brother," Obi-One said
firmly. "The Jedi will be sending Master Jinn and Knight Kenobi
to Naboo, not a Master and a Padawan. We will whip this Sith's
ass, thanks to you."
Chuckling at his former Padawan's words, Qui-Gon agreed. "I
will not allow us to become separated, Obi, either emotionally
or physically. And this time, we will bring back evidence of
Palpatine's complicity with the Trade Federation, and end this
threat once and for all." He kissed Obi-Wan's temple tenderly.
"You have averted much tragedy here. And elsewhere, too, you
know."
Allowing himself to sink into the embrace, Obi-Wan swallowed
and closed his eyes. // It will NOT happen again, // he said to
himself, and heard his doppleganger chuckle in his mind.
// No, it won't, // Obi-One thought to him firmly. Their mental
communication was not used often, since both men were rather
squeamish about it for some reason. However, when they did use
it, it was to good effect.
Sighing resolutely, Obi-Wan opened his eyes. "I haven't
properly congratulated Knight Kenobi, then, have I?" he asked
Qui-Gon, determined to change the subject.
"No, I don't think you have," Qui-Gon answered him
thoughtfully. "Actually, I haven't either. Perhaps we could do
something for him together?"
The ex-Padawan was looking between the two men with
increasingly humorous trepidation. "Uh... like what?" he
finally said, trying to inch out of the embrace without much
success.
"Hm," Obi-Wan made a show of thinking. "I've always been
partial to Kenobi sandwiches, myself," he drawled, looking at
Qui-Gon with a barely suppressed grin.
"As am I, Obi-Two," Qui-Gon replied, equally dryly. "Let me
see, the recipe for that would be me in him.."
"And him in me," Obi-Wan finished, whispering into the new
Knight's ear. The three men shuddered as one, then broke all
land-speed records returning to their quarters, laughing all
the way.
Many hours and several orgasms later, Obi-Wan slept wrapped
around and wrapped in his lovers. Entering REM sleep, he seemed
to be floating above Coruscant, seeing the entire planet
spread, turning slowly before him, the Temple as a linchpin.
Abruptly he realized he was not seeing just one Temple, but all
of them, thousands upon thousands, all nestled together like a
huge puzzle box. If he concentrated, it seemed as though he
could hear voices; Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan's, Mar-Gon's, Sil-Wan's,
Yoda's, Xanatos'; some he didn't recognize. The babble was
nearly deafening - crying, gasping, pleading, shrieking,
laughing.
>From a corner of the vision, something began to intrude.
After a moment, Obi-Wan realized what it was, and woke up
screaming to find his lovers trying to calm him down.
"It was blood," he said later, nearer to dawn, after the three
of them had managed to get a little more sleep. They were still
in bed, drinking cups of cha that Obi-One had fetched. Qui-Gon
was propped against the headboard, holding Obi-Wan tightly in
his arms, and the former Padawan was draped across their legs.
"It began in a corner of the vision, then slowly began to
infiltrate the whole picture," Obi-Wan continued in a flat
voice, "until the entire Temple... all the Temples... were
covered in it."
"But...what does it...?" Obi-One was as disturbed by the image
as his 'twin' was, and looked to his former Master for
guidance.
Qui-Gon sighed heavily. "It was sent by the Force, wasn't it,
Obi?"
Nodding, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and snuggled deeper into his
lovers' embrace. "It means I've overstayed my welcome here, my
brother, and have to move on."
"No..." Obi-One's voice was distraught. "It's... it's not fair.
You should be able to stay..."
"No one ever said life was fair, Padawan," Qui-Gon said gently,
his voice rough with emotion. "Even though I agree with you.
However..."
"...However, I cannot go against the Will of the Force,"
Obi-Wan whispered. "I should leave. Soon. Waiting will only
make it harder."
Biting back tears, Qui-Gon nodded. After a moment, a fierce
Obi-One sat up and abruptly pulled Obi-Two into an embrace,
kissing him with a passion that was nearly overwhelming. "Take
me," he said harshly. "Fuck me. One last time. If you
have to go, go taking and leaving this memory." He
looked at his former Master, soon to be husband, and Qui-Gon
simply nodded.
Obi-Wan kissed the young man back with an equal passion and
fire, rolling them off Qui-Gon's legs and grinding their sudden
erections together Then he flipped Obi-One over and pushed
inside his still-slick, still-loosened body, hissing in need.
Obi-One spread his legs wide and sank down on his rigid
erection until he was nearly flat on the bed, Obi-Two on his
knees undulating and thrusting on top of him.
Qui-Gon moved to his knees behind the copulating young men, his
own erection weeping at the sight, sound and smell of them.
Spreading Obi-Wan's cheeks, he thrust inside firmly, causing
all three men to gasp. It didn't take long to find the rhythm,
and the three of them moved in sync for a long time, driving
each other to the heights of passion - exchanging wet, sloppy
kisses, babbling endearments, screaming and grunting in
inarticulate need - before finally triggering an orgasm that
could have shattered a planet.
It was later in the morning, a beautiful morning as usual on
climate-controlled Coruscant. Yoda and Mace Windu accompanied a
numb trio - Qui-Gon and two Obi-Wan Kenobis - to a sheltered
spot in the main statuary garden. The three men hugged tightly,
then one of the Obi-Wan's took the other's head in his hands
and kissed him.
"I miss the braid," he other one said, rubbing his hand over
the brush cut that had yet to grow out. "You'll... take good
care of him...?"
Fighting off tears, the other Obi-Wan simply nodded, kissed him
again and turned away. Qui-Gon took his place, tenderly and
deeply kissing the young Knight.
"Be strong, my Obi-Wan," he murmured as he embraced the young
man tightly. "Remember we love you."
Tears spilled then, from several sets of eyes, to be wiped away
on tunic sleeves. Obi-Wan stepped away and sank into a
meditation pose, trying to center himself as he drew his
'saber. "The Force be with you, young Knight," Yoda murmured
from where he stood, a few feet away. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan
wrapped their arms around each other, their eyes never leaving
the other Obi-Wan's eyes.
"I love you," Obi-Wan said, then pressed the switch.
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