Black as Night

by DebVel

Author: DebVel, Keeper of Obi-Wan's Black Silk Boxers and Darth Maul's Leather Gauntlets

Archive: M&A, others please ask

Category: Plot-What-Plot

Pairing: Q/O

Rating: R

Spoilers: none

Summary: Answer to the 800 word Keepers Challenge.

Disclaimer: George owns the characters, I just borrowed them to play with for a while. I'll put them back when I'm done!

Feedback: Please! This is my first attempt to write slash and smut, so please, be gentle. Thanks to all the 'Smut Masters' who gave me encouragement on the list.

Qui-Gon sighed as he walked the hallways of the Jedi Temple. He was tired down to his bones. All he wanted to do was return to his rooms and sleep.

He was leading a team in evaluating a request for mediation. Two rival factions had agreed to let the Jedi settle their land dispute, but that meant Qui-Gon's team had to dig through piles and piles of historical and tribal documentation. Both sides had claims to the land, but neither was willing to share.

He tried to smile as he returned the greetings of Jedi passing him in the hallway. He was almost dreading returning to the rooms he shared with his Padawan.He knew Obi-Wan understood his weariness, but he hated to disappoint the young man. Huh, young, that was the problem.

Obi-Wan had the stamina of a young man, and Qui-Gon certainly did not. But when Obi-Wan reached for him at night, their relationship was too precious to Qui-Gon to even think of turning him away.

Unfortunately, lately it had been 'Wham, Yawn, Thank-You Padawan'. Qui-Gon just didn't have the energy for anything more.

Finally he reached his door. With a mental sigh, he steeled himself and walked into their rooms. He was so intent on hiding his weariness that it took him a second to realize all the lights were down. That and stumbling into the chair.

As he glanced around getting his bearings, he realized that there was a soft glow coming from his bedroom. Carefully avoiding the chair, he moved in that direction. Why had Obi-Wan left the room so dark? Even the perpetual lights of Coruscant didn't penetrate the heavy curtains.

Stepping into the bedroom, he suddenly forgot to breathe. The room was lit by a single candle flame. His bed was made with dark colored bedding, and reclining on the bed was his Padawan.

Obi-Wan was nearly nude, wearing only a pair of black, silk shorts. When he stood up to move toward his master, Qui-Gon noticed that he was also wearing a pair of sleek, black leather gauntlets.

Before Qui-Gon could ask any questions, Obi-Wan put one leather-clad finger to his lips. Silently asking for silence in return. When Qui-Gon smiled his acceptance, Obi-Wan began to remove his master's clothing.

As his robe and tunic were removed, Qui-Gon shivered at the feeling of the soft leather trailing over his skin. Obi-Wan knelt down to remove Qui-Gon's boots, then tugged on the leggings. His close cropped hair brushed against Qui-Gon's legs, then the silk of his shorts slid up against his master as he stood.

Obi-Wan moved around behind his master and pushed him gently toward the bed. A slightly harder push got his master onto the soft sheets, stretched out diagonally. Without hesitation, Obi-Wan crawled onto him and began to run his gloved hands down the older man's back.

It wasn't precisely massage, but it wasn't exactly stimulation either. It felt to Qui-Gon like his apprentice's fingers were pushing energy into his muscles, right through the skin. His skin tingled as it was traced by Obi-Wan's hands. He rolled over and let those leather-clad fingers glide over his chest.

Qui-Gon sighed again, but this time out of contentment instead of weariness. He drew Obi-Wan to him and kissed him lightly on the forehead, then on the lips. He should have known his Padawan would find a way.

Their kisses deepened, tongues meeting and exploring. Qui-Gon's hands slipped over Obi-Wan's silk-clad buttocks, then tugged impatiently on the waistband, pulling the silk down his Padawan's legs.

Obi-Wan's hands were just as eager, stroking his master's thighs, lips working their way down to meet his hands. He raised one hand to his mouth and bit down on the tip of a gloved finger. With a burning look into Qui-Gon's eyes, he tugged the glove off with his teeth. His other hand moved to Qui-Gon's lips and his master was quick to nip at the fingers before pulling off the other glove in the same manner.

The touch of Obi-Wan's bare hands made Qui-Gon shiver with anticipation. A moment later he felt those hands preparing him, now slick with oil, then his Padawan was with him, in him, rocking gently, kissing every bit of his master that he could reach.

The strokes grew stronger, moving them both toward climax. Qui-Gon cried out as he felt Obi-Wan shudder within him, felt his own orgasm throbbing between them. Gradually they sank back to the dark sheets.

Long moments later, Qui-Gon trailed one of the leather gloves down Obi-Wan's chest. "Where did you get these, Padawan?"

Obi-Wan smiled at his Master. "Oh, they were a gift from a neighbor..."

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