(from the idea by MrsHamill (thamill@mgfairfax.rr.com)
Archive: By Master & Apprentice, WWOMB and SithChicks
Pairing: O/Other, Q/Other, O/Q (just Q/O this episode, though)
Category: Alternate Universe
Rating: NC-17 for the series; this episode rated NC-17
Disclaimer: Everybody wants to be George; none of us are.
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 from Eliz-mar: The Force made me do this!! No, actually I
was inspired by Final Fantasy VII yaoi manga art, so blame
Layna! <g> She sent me the link! The inspiration for this
particular Qui-Gon was the character of Sephiroth. Says it
all... with a twist of my own. <g> Thanks, Terri, for
letting me play!
Notes from Terri: 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. Please enjoy Eliz-Mar's take on my
widdle brain fart... Lord knows I did! THANKS Eliz!
E-MAIL: Please cc Terri (thamill@mgfairfax.rr.com) on any
feedback you send me (Eliz-mar at peacewind@home.com)
The Jedi Temple was quiet... much too quiet... and Obi-Wan was
reminded of the reality where he found Qui-Gon alone in the
Temple, the last of all the Jedi... and the prisoner of a madly
powerful Xanatos - so unlike the Xanatos Obi-Wan had just left.
But there was no debris here, no signs of long neglect or
disaster. And, though quiet, the Temple was not empty, for he
could feel other Force-signatures here, though fewer than might
be expected.
As he had before, the reality-traveling Knight put his 'saber
away and drew his hood up over his head, intending to move
stealthily through the silent Temple, hopefully to find Master
Yoda and find out what was going on here. As he walked, he
began to encounter other Jedi, who also wore their hoods up,
moving quietly as if afraid to wake something up. Obi-Wan saw
not a single face and no one seemed to see him much less were
curious about him. That could mean... many things.
On his guard, he came to the central dining hall, thinking he
could likely just blend in for a while until he saw someone
familiar. He set his pack down in a corner, then stepped to the
end of the serving line. He had a tray in hand and was reaching
for a piece of fruit when he heard a rustling noise. Looking,
he was surprised to see that everyone else in the crowded room
was bent low in a bow facing the door. Hastily Obi-Wan bent,
too, then he glanced up out of the edge of his hood to see what
had drawn such obeisance from the throng of Jedi.
He caught only a glimpse of a flowing dark brown robe and large
hands fisted on hips. But the boots he also caught a glimpse
of. He knew those boots. Then Obi-Wan felt a wave of Force
shudder through the room. It was not unpleasant, but curiously
beneficent like warmth without personal caring. And marked with
power.
"My Jedi," a deep voice murmured, thick with pleasure, then
there was an answering wave of warmth back toward the man who
had spoken, rather more intense. "As you were."
Then the Jedi around Obi-Wan straightened and went right back
to collecting their meals or eating. He straightened as well,
intending to look at who he knew was Qui-Gon when he realized
with a shock that this version of his beloved Master was coming
right for him.
"Obi-Wan, is it?" the beautiful voice murmured, and a hand
immediately came out to gently clasp his chin, turning his face
up.
Obi-Wan gaped with shock at Qui-Gon, but... this was somehow
more than Qui-Gon, a Jedi Master graced with an almost
supernatural, glowing beauty, his eyes luminescent like moonlit
dark blue pools. His face was completely unlined, his hair and
beard bearing not a trace of gray, yet there was an
inexplicable gravity of age about him... or was it agelessness?
"Y...yes," Obi-Wan answered, noting also that Qui-Gon's hair
was unusually lush and full, flowing well past his shoulders,
past even his waist. // Am I in the presence of... a god? // he
wondered, stunned by this transformation of his master.
Then Qui-Gon smiled, and Obi-Wan felt the blessing of the Force
bloom in his heart like the loving caress of a parent and the
forgiveness of one wronged. "You are not one of mine," Qui-Gon
said, still holding his chin, but looking at him with evident
pleasure. "Lovely..."
Obi-Wan blushed, feeling like his feet had been ripped right
out of him, not knowing how to approach this... this... "No,
sir, I am not from this reality," he admitted, then with a
quick glance around, he realized something that he should have
noticed.
There were no Masters. Only Qui-Gon Jinn wore the traditional
dark brown Master's robe; all others, young or old, wore the
lighter brown like Obi-Wan wore. // Uh-oh... what does THAT
mean? // "Ah, how did you know that I..."
"That's you're not from this reality?" Qui-Gon nodded, not in
the least disturbed at finding a Jedi from another alternate
universe in what Obi-Wan was realizing was his,
Qui-Gon's Temple. He noted another detail, not knowing whether
to be disturbed by it or not. Qui-Gon's clothes were not made
of the usual homespun fabric but of a flowing, satiny, silken
material that clung to his body. "I know the Force-signatures
of all of my own. And all minds are quite open to me. You've
been looking for me, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan was dead certain this was NOT the Qui-Gon he was hoping
to find. "Er, I..."
The other laughed, a musical sound from deep in his chest. "I
do not mean me, lovely Obi, but you do seek Qui-Gon, do
you not?" His hand came up to lay against the Knight's chest as
he neared, smiling.
"Yes," Obi-Wan replied, then noticed that somehow Qui-Gon had
gotten him to move considerably closer to the door. When had
that happened? Around them Jedi had carefully averted glances
as if they were not allowed to casually look upon the Presence.
"I lost my Master to the Sith on Naboo before I could tell
him... that I loved him." The other's light touch on his chest
felt like a caress, calming him. Distantly he wondered if he
should be worried.
"Yes, and you've been hoping to find a reality with a lonely
Qui-Gon who perhaps has lost his Obi-Wan..."
The Knight stared at the godlike Jedi, stunned. Then a large
hand was steering him out the door. "Come, let us talk,"
Qui-Gon murmured, leading him away.
"How... how did you know?" Obi-Wan asked when they'd reached a
room that would have been the Council Chambers in most other
realities, but instead was apparently this Qui-Gon's own living
area. The Coruscant sky as seen through the tall - one way? -
windows was just as busy with traffic as Obi-Wan had remembered
in his own reality. The room, however, was decorated simply
though comfortably, all greens and browns, nearly a garden in
itself as plants crowded the walls and fit between pieces of
furniture. Here, as most everywhere, Qui-Gon was evidently a
strong Living Force adept.
"Don't laugh, sweet Obi, but the Force revealed it to me,"
Qui-Gon murmured behind him, a hand to the Knight's waist. When
Obi-Wan turned to gape at him, he added with a teasing tone,
"Or perhaps I am the Force? You do not deny the Force
has been guiding you?"
// HE is the Force? // Obi-Wan gazed at the beautiful
incarnation of his master, now possibly an incarnation... of
the Force itself? Could it be? Was that why he was a god,
the Jedi Master to these Jedi? "Why are there no other
Masters here?" he could not help but ask, shook by this
Qui-Gon's knowledge of who he was and his journeys.
The smile only deepened, and the large hands slid more firmly
around the waist of the Knight, drawing him close. His scent,
subtly Qui-Gon but somehow so much more, was intoxicating, his
sheer magnificent presence potent. "Because there can be only
One. One Jedi Master, one Sith Master... that is how it is. The
Sith has his own followers, his own Temple."
"You know the Sith here?" Another surprise! Obi-Wan
wondered whether he should be alarmed; in several of the
realities Palpatine's true identity was not yet known.
Obi-Wan found himself sliding his hands up the Master's arms,
drinking in the obvious desire in the other's touch and look.
He wanted to know more about this reality, but the heat that
was beginning in his groin seemed to have a mind of its own,
and it wanted this Qui-Gon, and badly.
The tall Jedi bent to his ear, not to speak into it, but to
lave the shell of the Knight's ear with his tongue. Obi-Wan
found himself holding on, his knees going weak. "Of course I
know Palpatine, the Sith Master... he has his Empire on his
side of the galaxy, and I have my Republic on mine. We have a
balance that assures peace between us. I think even you would
be impressed..."
"Ohhhh..." Obi-Wan moaned, sliding his hands into the long
mane, wanting more of that talented tongue. "Peace between the
Jedi and Sith? But... but the Sith are evil, of the Dark
Side..."
Qui-Gon had deftly unfastened Obi-Wan's belt and sash, fingers
finding and loosening the ties of his tunics as he moved down
to lick at the Knight's throat. "But Obi-Wan, the Force is One.
There is no Dark or Light..."
Between the Jedi Master's tongue, hands, and sheer masculine
potency, Obi-Wan recognized that he was losing his own
restraint rapidly. He was being seduced by a powerful entity,
an expert in pushing all his buttons. The words Qui-Gon was
saying were startling, but as yet they were only astonishing,
not threatening. Obi-Wan knew that in fact the Force was
One, that Dark or Light Side, it was all still the Force... and
he knew that the perception of the Sith as evil could be just
that... a perception... // Yet the Sith on Naboo was evil
incarnate... //
Then the Master's tongue was in his mouth, and his brain fairly
short-circuited. Obi-Wan kissed back every bit as deeply,
wanting this Qui-Gon, wanting everything he could get from him,
wanting his tongue, wanting his cock deep inside, possessing
him. What few protestations were still floating around in his
mind scattered and disappeared, swept away in the moment's
urgency.
His tunics were pushed off him, boots pulled off, leggings
pulled down until he lay naked and sprawled in the center of
the large bed, already tingling from the heavenly, caressing
touch of the Jedi Master. Gasping, Obi-Wan levered himself up
on his elbows to watch Qui-Gon disrobe, although it seemed that
the shimmery, silken fabrics covering him simply melted away,
leaving golden, glistening skin, gleaming as if anointed with
oil.
As Qui-Gon knelt between his legs, reaching up to free the mass
of dark hair, Obi-Wan indeed could believe he beheld a god.
Everything about him said "Qui-Gon" but at the same time,
everything said "More". Qui-Gon magnified and Magnified. Then
the luminescent pools of the god's eyes fixed on his. The
Knight's mouth went dry, the intensity of that supernatural
gaze searing straight through him.
"Do you want me, Obi-Wan?" the deep voice sang through his
being. The touch and sound carried the Knight into another
level of consciousness, it seemed, where everything, not just
Qui-Gon, was MORE, even when he touched himself. It was like a
deeply meditative trance where the Force breathed his very
being, and he breathed the Force.
"Oh, yes," he sighed, submitting to the energies of the
universe, the Force he had communed with his whole life,
assenting to a higher communion yet. Then the Master lowered
himself onto him, and the embrace of the god's body sent the
first tsunami of sensation through his being. Obi-Wan welcomed
it, all his fears and concerns melting away. "Love me..."
His mouth was seized and the invading tongue was a hot wire
sending a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. It stoked
a fire in his core that began to burn steadily, growing a
pressure that eventually would have to be released. Everywhere
the Master suckled, kissed, stroked him, Obi-Wan burned
brighter, yielding in passion to the irresistible lure of the
Force itself.
When he was entered, he felt an influx of power that left him
gasping, sheer energy racing through his veins, dancing through
his sinews, the Force everywhere in him, inside and out. He
drowned in the Master's eyes, felt the hot gaze sear his soul
indelibly. While the rivers of satin hair caressed his limbs,
the fiery length of the Master's member thrust strongly into
his being. Obi-Wan, his mind splintered into a thousand,
brilliant crystals, felt every powerful stroke as a repetitive
marking of mind, body, soul. Marked forever. Marked as...
His.
When the eruption exploded the first time, Obi-Wan, even as he
screamed his passion, wondered distantly if he was dying.
Becoming One with the Force had just acquired a whole new
meaning. But the thought did not stay in his mind long; nothing
did, only the pure sensing into which he was willingly trapped.
It was a long night.
When Obi-Wan woke and realized his brain was back in working
order, he found himself in a large bed underneath soft
covers... nestled against the broad chest of the Jedi Master
Qui-Gon, wrapped in arms and soft, silken hair. Awed, he raised
his head and looked into the beautiful deep pools of the
Master's eyes. The Knight remembered...
"Yes..." Qui-Gon breathed, smiling with an expression of deep
satisfaction. "You have shared a night of shattering sex with a
god. You are exquisite, so vibrant with passion."
One word in there pulled Obi-Wan to full, sharp awareness. He
withdrew from the clasp of arms and hair and sat up, looking
down at the breathtakingly beautiful, naked man in whose arms
he had lain. "You even refer to yourself as a god," he pointed
out, narrowing his eyes.
Qui-Gon did not seem perturbed in the least at the accusation.
"But I am in many ways, Obi-Wan. Was not the sex we shared
beyond anything you've ever experienced?"
Obi-Wan looked away. "Yes." Then he made himself look at the
other again. "You're powerful and magnetic, Qui-Gon. The other
Jedi clearly revere you. That does not make you omnipotent." He
glanced around, locating his clothes quickly, and noting with
relief that his lightsaber was lying beside them. He left the
bed slowly, backing away a little. Something was not right
here, though he had no real evidence of that. He remembered
again about the Jedi and Sith apparently co-existing peacefully
in this galaxy. That thought alone disturbed him deeply.
"You do not know..." Qui-Gon murmured, sitting up. Then he
clapped his hands sharply, twice. Immediately the door to the
large chamber opened and two men entered, dressed in skimpy,
clinging clothing that the Knight would have thought would be
better suited for... pleasure slaves. Then he recognized the
two men and his mouth went dry.
Xanatos... and Mace Windu. The former, his loose black hair
nearly down to his waist, moved toward the large bed in a sort
of slinky slither, smiling serenely. He glanced at Obi-Wan in a
sort of knowing leer, then looked back at the Master, still
with the same smile. Mace, his dark skin gleaming as if oiled,
paused inside the door, muscles rippling. He had eyes only for
the Master... dark, hungry eyes...
"My Master," Xanatos murmured, then sank to his knees and bowed
low, his forehead touching the ground.
"We have a guest, Xani," Qui-Gon chuckled with evident
fondness. "His name is Obi-Wan. Tell him what I am, won't you?"
As Obi-Wan gaped, Xanatos rose smoothly to his feet and
approached him. "Obi-Wan..." He smiled deeper, regarding the
Knight's nudity as one would admire a beautifully sculpted
statue. "Qui-Gon is our Master and our God of the Force. We
serve him and he gives us all we need and loves us well." A
gleam came into his eye at this last, and Obi-Wan had no doubt
that "loves us well" included what Qui-Gon had rightly called
"shattering sex".
"So you are an incarnation of the Force itself?" Obi-Wan
asked the Master, unnerved, his heart pounding. Something told
him he may have a hard time escaping this reality. And the
reality-switching lightsaber was in his pack, left carelessly
back in the dining hall. Though he did not as yet see anything
wrong per se, this whole situation was still so unreal,
so unbelievable. // I should not be surprised at
anything, // he scolded himself, trying to keep calm. //
After seeing Yoda in hot pink... // "Am I in this reality as
one of your sex slaves somewhere? Where is Yoda?"
Mace came forward then, performing the low bow as well, but
then rising to step behind Xanatos, slipping his arms around
the younger man's waist. He peered over Xani's shoulder at the
Knight, smiling in that same damnable calm way. "Yes, yes, and
who is Yoda?"
// Qui-Gon Jinn, God of the Force. Right. Oh... shit. // "So I
am here?" He turned to Qui-Gon, who still lay relaxed
and displayed on the bed. He averted his eyes from the sight of
the impressive penis laying half-hard against the "god's"
belly.
Qui-Gon waved his hand airily, his eyes gazing rather more at
Obi-Wan's body than on his face. "Somewhere... not on
Coruscant, though. There is no Yoda here." He uncurled off the
bed then, and approached the Knight. "You could stay here and
be loved as well, Obi-Wan," he murmured, his voice low and
seductive. "Consider it..."
Obi-Wan found himself sandwiched between Xanatos and Qui-Gon,
their hands on his body, caressing, fondling. Even Mace reached
past Xani to touch him. Again the Knight felt the seductive
power wash over him, felt and smelled the intoxicating allure.
"I... I don't know," he murmured, faltering.
With dismay he thought of a couple realities ago when he did
want to stay, when another Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan both loved him
and he them... did they survive Naboo? He would never know. The
Force - this Force, even - had drawn him away from there
as surely as this Qui-Gon-god was drawing him into this
seductive web of desire.
His hands seemed to move of their own volition, and he was
touching them as he was being touched. In moments he found
himself kissing Xanatos, one hand buried in his hair while Mace
was fondling his hip and Qui-Gon was licking along the nape of
his neck...
Then he felt it. There was... something... on Xanatos's neck,
right where his Padawan braid - if they'd even had such a thing
here - would have once grown. Obi-Wan rose abruptly out of the
sex-soaked fugue, pulling his mouth away. He roughly turned
Xanatos's head to the side so he could see what he'd felt.
"What... what's this?" He touched a small, dark blue metallic
disk behind the man's ear.
"The Favor," Xanatos replied serenely. "I believe the Master
wishes to bless you with it as well."
Obi-Wan didn't want to know anymore. Of course, it was some
kind of implant, some device which controlled the Jedi or
suppressed their will. // Knew there was a catch, // he thought
with a gulp, pulling away from their arms. // No wonder they
all wear their hoods up! // To his amazement, they did not try
to stop him.
The Knight was half-dressed when Qui-Gon came over and laid his
hands gently on his arm and back. Obi-Wan froze. "Did you think
I would force you to accept my Favor, Obi-Wan? I told you, you
are not mine. Though if you wanted it, it would be yours."
The touch was soothing, a balm to his shock. But Obi-Wan knew
all too well that he could never be truly happy in the service
of a... a... god, no matter how sexually satiated he
could hope to be in such a service. Or happy, fulfilled... "I
think you know I cannot accept, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan murmured,
stepping away from the touch and resuming dressing. "You were
right, you're not the Qui-Gon I hope to find."
Qui-Gon folded his arms, but remained within reach. "I know
about your lightsaber," he informed him quietly. "Not this one,
I mean the other."
The Knight froze yet again. He still didn't know what to make
of this Qui-Gon - was he a demented, powerful madman like that
one Xanatos had been? A benevolent dictator? If there was no
Dark or Light here, was he just as the Sith Master was? Or was
he indeed an incarnation of the very Force which had sent him
from reality to reality? If he knew about the lightsaber...
"What of it?" he asked, trying to sound casual. He finished
fastening belt and sash and reached for his boots.
"When the time comes, you will be able to break it. When you
are ready to stop."
Obi-Wan turned to look at him. The beautiful, godlike Qui-Gon
merely returned the gaze with what looked like love behind the
calm exterior. All the Knight could do was nod at that. He
broke the gaze after a long minute and bent to pull on his
boots. When he was done, he attached the lightsaber to his belt
and looked back at Qui-Gon again. "I do not know whether to
thank you, care for you, hate you, try to stop your enslavement
of the Jedi... or just leave. I don't think I could stop
you..."
He glanced over at Mace and Xanatos again, who stood in each
other's arms, apparently awaiting their Master to finish his
business with the stranger so they could take him to bed. They
were not looking at Obi-Wan, but steadily at the Jedi Master.
Favored. Enslaved. // Yet Qui-Gon is letting me go... I think.
//
"No, that is quite beyond you," Qui-Gon admitted. "There is
something however you do not know that would perhaps ease your
mind. My Jedi know they are slaves... they have chosen to come
here and accept the Favor. It is a great honor to be offered
the Favor in the Republic."
Obi-Wan realized he had not seen any children, either. "Chosen
when? As adults? Are they Force-sensitive?"
Mace and Xanatos looked puzzled. Qui-Gon smiled, gesturing
reassurance to them. "Obi-Wan, all are Force-sensitive here.
Everyone. Yes, as adults they apply for the Favor and if deemed
worthy, are accepted. And just as in your original reality,
they serve the Republic and bring peace, all under my
guardianship. The devices that we refer to as ' my Favor' are
actually communication devices, not a device to control. So you
see... all is not as you believe them to be. Do you still think
me so cruel?"
The Knight shook his head, but he felt so confused that he had
no words with which to respond. It might take a lifetime
figuring out the whole truth behind this reality. What
were those disks? Were they really only for
communication? // Right. Qui-Gon could be lying, of course. //
"I... I have to go."
"Indeed," Qui-Gon murmured, sounding almost for a moment like
the Qui-Gon he'd known. "You will find your Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan
Kenobi. And if you take anything away from this reality, take
this..." The Master neared again, laying a hand against his
chest. "Do not be so quick to judge. I am guiding you... and I
do love you."
Then before Obi-Wan could say or do anything, Qui-Gon took his
face in his hands and kissed him a last time, deeply. A voice
spoke gently into his mind: // Accept this as a promise from
the Qui-Gon you will discover... //
Obi-Wan trembled and allowed the kiss, still susceptible to the
god's potency, but too confused to resist. Then he was released
and turned to face the door. "Go now. I will be with you,"
Qui-Gon replied, then turned to go back to his lovers. The
words struck Obi-Wan in his soul. Not "The Force will be with
you," but "I will be with you." Then it was true...
The Knight departed from the chamber without a glance back,
fearful that he might lose his resolve if in the presence of
that strange, sexually charged power one moment more. // Mere
men are not made to live like this with their... gods... though
the call is a powerful one... //
He made it to the garden without any interruptions, even after
retrieving his pack, which had been exactly where he'd left it
in the dining hall the night before. There had been many Jedi
in the hallways of the Temple, their hoods covering their faces
and the Favor, all serenely going about their business, serving
the Force in the person of the majestic Qui-Gon Jinn.
Settling into a meditative posture, Obi-Wan took a minute to
compose himself, then he raised the lightsaber. Activating it,
he thought he felt a quick brush of something across his lips
before he disappeared.
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