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"How is it, Master, that we get ourselves into these
situations?"
Obi-Wan's obviously rhetorical question earned him a stern
glance, and then a wry chuckle, from his Master, and Qui-Gon
shrugged eloquently in answer. "Sheer talent, I suppose."
As the lift doors opened, both men hurried out into the
corridor, and straight into a crowd of milling, anxious humans.
Pushing their way quickly through the crowd, they reached the
edge of the platform and stopped. Ahead of them, just past a
low gate, stretched a catwalk, suspended over a vat. A vat of
the sweet candy known as "chocolate", one of the most prized
exports of Selith Prime.
And sitting happily at the edge of the catwalk was a small
child, perhaps a year old, completely unaware of the danger in
which her explorations had placed her.
With unspoken agreement, the two men parted, Obi-Wan quickly
circling the platform to the gate at the other end of the
catwalk. When he was there, both Jedi climbed quickly over the
gates and began a slow trek towards the child, one from either
side.
Tell me again why we don't just levitate the child to
safety, Master? Obi-Wan's thoughts brushed easily through
Qui-Gon's mind.
In this culture, it would be considered a gratuitous display
of our abilities, Padawan. Selites honour the Jedi, but also
fear our power. Now hush and concentrate on the child.
Yes, Master. The definite tinge of amusement underlying
Obi-Wan's words earned him another stern glance, and the
younger man carefully cleared all traces of humour from his
face. Sorry.
As they crept closer, the child suddenly noticed Qui-Gon's
approach, and startled. The crowd gave a collective gasp as the
baby teetered at the edge of the catwalk. From the other side,
Obi- Wan lunged forward, trying to reach the baby in time. He
missed, only barely, and the two tumbled off the walk and
towards the milky vat below. On instinct, Qui-Gon dove forward
at the same time, not quite fast enough to catch either child
or Padawan, and just far enough to lose his own balance.
The crowd's collective shriek was abruptly cut off as the child
suddenly stopped falling, suspended in mid air. Even as both
Jedi splashed into the vat, the baby was sent quickly upwards,
towards the edge, and was immediately snatched into her
mother's waiting arms.
Half the crowd followed mother and child from the room, so
relieved at the baby's safety that they didn't even stop to
question the use of Jedi powers to save it. The other half
remained, watching with great interest, as two figures
surfaced, completely drenched in chocolate.
Obi-Wan glanced sideways at his Master again, then began
pulling himself towards the ladder rungs set into the side of
the vat. I'll ask again, Master, how is it that we keep
getting ourselves into these situations?
Qui-Gon didn't even answer.
"I assure you, Minister, we are both unharmed. We require only
a place in which to clean ourselves and our clothing." Qui-Gon
forcibly quelled his irritation at the hovering of the Selite
Minister of State, and resisted the urge to comb his
chocolate-soaked hair back from his face.
"Of course, Master Jedi, of course. We are so grateful that you
saved the child, at such risk to yourselves..."
Qui-Gon forced a tight smile and inclined his head. "It is no
burden, Minister. It is our duty. Now, if we may, a place to
clean up?"
"Yes, yes, right this way. There is a cleaning room for the
factory staff just over here..."
Long moments later, after they had finally convinced the
Minister that there was no harm done and that all they
really needed was a bath and a change of clothing, the
two Jedi found themselves alone in a small lavatory area.
Obi-Wan's sigh was strangely loud in the room. He turned from
the door to meet his Master's gaze... and burst out laughing.
"I'm sorry, Master, but you should see what you look like..."
"You look no better, I assure you, young Padawan. Control
yourself, please."
Biting his lip hard, Obi-Wan straightened his expression. "Yes,
Master. Of course. But you really should see..."
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon's sharp tone could not hide the other man's
not-so-carefully controlled amusement, and Obi-Wan grinned.
Then his eyes narrowed as the direction of his thoughts took an
abrupt turn..
"Shall I bathe you, Master?" The tone of his voice no longer
held any amusement whatsoever. In fact, it was faintly
predatory.
Qui-Gon straightened abruptly, catching the full force of
Obi-Wan's intentions. "If you wish, Padawan," he answered,
keeping his voice carefully neutral. "Do not feel obligated."
Obi-Wan advanced on him slowly. "It is no burden, Master," he
replied deliberately. "It is my duty..."
Reaching out, the younger man caught his Master's right hand
with both of his own, and brought it slowly to his mouth. With
great, deliberate care, he ran his tongue repeatedly over the
index finger, removing every trace of chocolate. Qui-Gon closed
his eyes and concentrated very hard on remaining still and
upright.
"There is a bathing stall, Obi-Wan," he managed, only the
faintest tremor running through his voice as the younger man
moved on to give each finger the same treatment as the first.
When small, even teeth gently scraped along the pad of his
thumb, he caught his breath.
Yes, Master, but this... is more satisfying, is it not?
Another rhetorical question, and Qui-Gon gave no answer other
than to remain where he was and allow Obi-Wan to continue. By
the time the younger man had removed all traces of chocolate
from both hands, the Master was fighting to keep his feet.
Strong hands quickly removed his chocolate-caked clothing,
though Qui-Gon caught just a hint of frustration at trying to
get the boots off without breaking the mood. Before he could
find the ability to comment, he was naked in front of his
apprentice. Naked and very, very aroused.
"The chocolate has gotten under your clothing, Master," Obi-Wan
commented offhandedly. "Allow me to remove it."
Without waiting for an answer, he leaned forward, the tip of
his tongue flicking out to lap at the center of his Master's
chest, then moving first to one taut brown nipple and then the
other, then back to the center. Qui-Gon moaned low in his
throat and brought both hands to his Padawan's shoulders for
balance, and sensed Obi-Wan's satisfaction at the effect his
"bath" was having on the older man.
Crouching lower, Obi-Wan licked and nibbled a path down the
middle of his Master's torso, lapping playfully at the navel
before dropping to his knees and pausing a moment. He felt Qui-
Gon tense in anticipation, and grinned delightedly. Then he
leaned forward and abruptly took his lover's entire length in
one stroke.
Qui-Gon's breath exploded from his chest in a rush, and he
nearly buckled at the knees. His fingers laced through
Obi-Wan's short, spiky hair, sticky with chocolate, and he had
to fight the urge to thrust forward. Then Obi-Wan pulled back,
carefully suckling all traces of the sweet candy from just the
swollen tip, and he nearly lost the battle.
Obi-Wan, please...
"Please what, Master? I am only bathing you..."
Qui-Gon's answer was a primal growl, and Obi-Wan's laughter
echoed briefly in his mind before the younger man took the hint
and ceased his torment. Moving from the head to the shaft, he
suckled harder, until all he could taste was the heady flavour
of Qui-Gon's skin. The older man's shivers and moans encouraged
him, and he reveled in the knowledge that he was bringing this
pleasure to his beloved Master.
He sensed the growing urgency in his Master's body, felt the
need welling in him. Pressing forward again, he took Qui-Gon's
length as far as he could, his reflexive swallow earning him
another growl, this one of warning.
Obi-Wan...
Yes, Master...
Close... A low moan, more urgent...
YES, Master...
He swallowed again, the muscles of his throat contracting
tightly around the head of his Master's cock, and had only a
split second of warning before the dam broke.
With a low, sharp cry, Qui-Gon threw his head back and arched
forward, would have choked him had he not been prepared. The
burst of sensation, of indescribable pleasure that surged
through their link, brought Obi-Wan to the edge as well.
Then, half a second later, he was swallowing again and again as
Qui-Gon's body took up the task, swelling and pulsing against
his tongue over and over, until finally the tidal wave began to
ebb.
Unable to remain upright on his own, Qui-Gon slumped forward
against his lover. Lifting his head quickly, swallowing once
more to clear his throat, Obi-Wan caught his Master and lowered
him gently to his knees, pulled him into an embrace as the
older man caught his wind back.
"Are you all right, Master?"
A nod against his shoulder was his only response, and he smiled
again, pleased as he always was to be able to bring his lover,
his strong, controlled Master, to such a state.
After a few moments, Qui-Gon lifted his head to meet Obi-Wan's
gaze. His blue-grey eyes glittered with an as-yet unsatisfied
hunger that made the younger man's body suddenly surge with
arousal.
"And now, young Padawan, it is time for your bath..."
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