Series: Part of Writestuff's Warrior's Heart series
Archive: M/A, The Nesting Place, Others please request.
Pairing/Category: O/Bruck; PWP, Angst, HC
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The characters are George Lucas's; I'm playing in
his sandbox only for fun. Lee Writestuff has graciously allowed
me to play in her sandbox with "Bruck's Turn."
Notes: Bruck Chun, Obi-Wan's former tormentor, appears here. I
don't own him, either, dammit, or he'd be much better taken
care of. (I feel the same way as Lee, obviously!)
I love Lee Writestuff's Warrior Heart Series and immediately
fell in love with Bruck when she elaborated on him in "Fear
Exercises." My daydreams haven't been without him since. Thank
you Lee for adding this to your series and for your beta.
Thanks also go to Carol and Kathy for listening to me go on and
on about Bruck.
Feedback: Yes please to m/a or direct, I'd love to hear what
you think. Pamelar@home.com
Another piece of Writestuff's Warrior's Heart series, the
correct order of which is as follows:
"Rightful Owner"
"Crime and Punishment"
"Ecstasies"
"The Anger Exercises"
"The Geometry of Desire"
"But For Grace"
"Give and Take"
"Meditations"
"Master & Apprentice"
"Nomenclature"
"The Fear Exercises"
"Willing Vessels"
"An Accident Waiting"
"Bruck's Turn"**
"Cold Feet"
"The Sweet Science of Bruising"
"From a High Place"
"Artifacts"
"Silk"
"I thought I was going to go insane!" Bruck growled when he
answered the door wearing nothing but leggings. He grabbed
Ben's arm and pulled him through the door and directly into his
bedroom. Ben had just received the commlink call from Bruck,
telling him he was free. Not five minutes later, he was having
his tunic yanked open and being pulled against Bruck's bare
chest, their mouths meeting fiercely. Coming up for air, Bruck
said, "I swear it was a conspiracy to keep me from you. Every
time I was free, you were busy."
Ben found himself being pushed down to sit on the bed. Bruck
kicked his feet further apart and stood between his legs.
Reaching around, Bruck grabbed the short auburn hair tail and
pulled back to get access to the already abraded lips. Ben
responded with as much ardor, muttering, "Your Master kept you
busier than mine."
"Tough mission," Bruck said between rough kisses and caresses.
"Was worried about the Council's response. Lot of meetings."
Ben opened the ties to Bruck's leggings, which drooped
precariously on the lean hips. Ben grabbed the other's waist,
pulled him off balance and twisted their bodies so that Bruck
landed face down on the bed. Holding him immobile, he straddled
Bruck's hips.
"Hey!" Bruck protested indignantly, "I'm going to be on--" He
wasn't allowed to finish stating what he wanted as Ben leaned
to the side and stole the breath from him with another searing
kiss.
Breaking for air, Ben gulped, "Need to slow down now." He sat
up on Bruck's rear end and rubbed the broad shoulders while he
took calming breaths to cool his raging desire. He reached
forward and released Bruck's short hair tail, throwing the tie
over his shoulder. He ran his fingers through the silky white
strands, stroking the other padawan teasingly. The prone
padawan suddenly reared to buck Ben off his back, obviously to
regain control, but Ben resisted then leaned down to whisper,
"No. Don't move." Ben smiled, picturing Bruck's confusion.
"Give me your hands." Bruck snorted and Ben reached back for
them, surprised when he received little resistance. He guided
them to the head rail, gripping his own hands around Bruck's,
curling the fingers around the metal. "Leave them there," he
directed firmly.
Ben lifted and slid the front of his body down the
coffee-and-cream colored skin. His tongue followed the valley
down the center of the muscled back, down until he reached the
small patch of downy white hair at the base before the split of
the paler skinned mounds, where he placed open-mouthed kisses.
Meanwhile, he ran his hands up the back of the powerful thighs
of the young warrior and then kneaded the clenched butt
muscles.
"Relax," Ben murmured. He scooted back, pulling away Bruck's
leggings, discarding them on the floor. Returning, he kneed
Bruck's legs further apart on the padawan's bed. He heard the
deep breaths of the young man lying on his stomach, saw hands
clenching at the head rail. The snow-blond head moved
restlessly as he burrowed his forehead in the pillow. "That's
it," Ben responded when the tightly rounded globes relaxed
some. He reached up again, trailing his hands firmly down the
muscular back, massaging as he brought them slowly lower again.
Even after the small handful of times he and Bruck had made
love, Bruck still needed to be coaxed and manipulated into
being the vulnerable partner. Ben noticed, however, Bruck's
orgasms were markedly more intense, leading him to speculate
that Bruck secretly desired to let someone take charge of him.
Bruck had always been so arrogant, stubborn and distant with
his 'I can take care of myself' attitude. Ben now knew that
most of the tough guy image was bravado. He knew his friend
wanted to let down some of his barriers but felt trapped inside
the persona he'd created over the years. His friend may desire
it, but so far, Bruck had not made the admission and Ben
wouldn't ask him to. Not yet.
A satisfied smile curved Ben's lips when he heard a grunt as he
bit down on the flesh between the crack of the buttocks and one
globe, but not enough to break skin. He licked at the mark
soothingly. Trailing his finger down the crack, he chided,
"Come on now, relax." He couldn't even get his finger between
the taut muscles of Bruck's ass.
"Fuck, Kenobi, quit it and just fuck me already," Bruck hissed
between clenched teeth. "It's been too long."
Ben sat up with a chuckle but restrained himself when Bruck
looked over his shoulder menacingly. Undaunted, he looked down
at his friend and said in his best master voice, "Patience,
young Padawan."
Bruck muttered obscenities in several languages, some that Ben
couldn't quite make out, but he sounded disgusted as he
released his hands and started to get up. However, Ben had
other ideas. He leaned his full weight forward, placed his
hands on the narrow fleshed bottom, pushed down and held him
steady, only needing a bit of the Force's strength to restrain
the handsome man, a move that Bruck could have easily escaped
had he wanted to.
"Hold on there," Ben said consolingly. "I'm not going to hurt
you by taking you before you relax." Contradicting his words,
he laid a stinging slap to Bruck's ass, which produced a
startled yell and more elaborate swearing from the Padawan.
"Just lie down and let me take care of..things." He didn't want
to push his luck by saying 'let me take care of you' when Bruck
was in this urgent mood. Ben was just as urgent as Bruck, but
Ben had Qui-Gon, his Master and lover, whom he loved with every
fiber of his being. Now Bruck shared a piece of each fiber,
with Qui-Gon's surprising approval. But Bruck didn't have that
comfort or the relief of sexual tension with a partner who was
constantly with him.
Ben hadn't seen Bruck in several months and normally that would
have been much longer, but they'd lucked out when both of them
had arrived on Coruscant just days apart. He and Qui-Gon had a
mission surprisingly cut short with another mission to start in
a few more weeks. Bruck and his Master had turned up a few days
later from what Ben heard was a difficult and stressful
mission. Both pairs had been back at the Temple for almost a
week now, yet neither Padawan had been able to meet with the
other for more than a few moments. Every time they'd tried to
get together, their attempts were thwarted by duties and their
Masters' agendas. Both duos had had to give detailed briefings
and cross-examinations, especially Bruck and Master Rallin,
having returned from their physically compromising mission. Now
that he and Bruck were senior padawans, briefings were left to
them to report and present, their Masters at their side. Also,
their Masters had them perfecting and testing their skills in
katas and combat as they neared their trials. Inadvertently
they were kept apart, until finally Bruck had been given a last
minute reprieve from attending a meeting with his Master. Ben
received the commlink call to find they were both free for the
evening, at last.
Getting Bruck's hands back into position on the head rail, Ben
began trailing his tongue down the valley of the rounded mounds
again, loving how it drove the warrior crazy. He softly circled
his fingertips against the hypersensitive skin and heard the
satisfied moans reverberating from the head of the bed. The
hips he toyed with undulated involuntarily against the
mattress. Ben's own cock was well past swollen with need; he
brought a hand down to adjust it more comfortably within his
leggings and then reached for his ties.
The sudden chime of the call button at the door jolted him and
he cursed softly until he felt Qui-Gon through their bond.
Confused, he rose from the bed pulling his tunic back on. What
in the worlds was his Master doing here when he could have
called on the commlink?
Bruck pushed up his torso, rising, his phallus standing rigid
from his body. "Gods, whoever that is doesn't know how near
death they are," Bruck threatened.
Ben gave him a lopsided smile, eyeing the handsome body
appreciatively before going out into the common room to open
the door to his Master. There was no sense in trying to hide
what he was doing. His Master knew.
"I apologize for intruding, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said as he
stepped into the room, handsome in his formal attire. Bruck
appeared in the door of his bedroom wearing his leggings and
donning his robe, covering an obvious erection.
Ben asked, "Is something wrong, Master?"
"Hello, Bruck," Qui-Gon acknowledged the young man with a nod
and turned back to Obi-Wan. "No, Padawan, I'd like you to come
with me and attend a reception with-"
Coming a few steps closer from his stance at the bedroom door,
his face showing his displeasure. "No," Bruck said firmly,
interrupting Ben's Master.
Ben's head whirled to look at Bruck, shocked at this audacity.
"Padawan Chun, you forget yourself," Qui-Gon told him in a hard
quiet tone Obi-Wan quickly recognized.
Surprisingly not dissuaded, Bruck continued spitefully, "You
need him for a damn party? When's it my turn?" The young man's
chest heaved; he held the Master's steely blue stare for a few
moments before he conceded and lowered his eyes.
The Master stared across at Bruck imperiously. "Padawan Chun, I
do not have to give you any explanation for needing my
apprentice. However, for the sake of your understanding the
correction you will receive for this demonstration, I will give
it." He turned his gaze from the lowered eyes of Bruck to his
own Padawan, "As I was saying, the delegation for Din'Wodee has
decided to make an appearance. They will be part of the
arbitration in our next mission. I will be waiting for you at
the Ball Room in the Capitol Building. Put on your formals."
Without further action, Master Jinn swept out the door, robe
billowing.
Ben turned to look at Bruck disbelievingly. Bruck's eyes slowly
met those of his friend.
Obi-Wan shook his head; he was appalled and angry that Bruck
would treat his Master so disrespectfully. He didn't know what
to say, but he knew that if he did say anything right now, he'd
probably regret it, so he said nothing.
"I'm sorry," Bruck said, when he saw the look on the other's
face.
Obi-Wan straightened his clothing, tying his sash, so that he
could look at least presentable as he walked back to his own
quarters. He looked over. Bruck stood, his arms hanging
listlessly at his sides, his shoulders hunched. Dejected yet
still defiant.
As Obi-Wan reached for the door, he heard Bruck softly say
again he was sorry.
"Me too," Obi-Wan answered abruptly and left.
Qui-Gon sat at the comm unit reviewing reports when the
expected visitors arrived. Hearing the announcement, Obi-Wan
came from the kitchen unit and glanced at his Master as he went
to open the door.
"Good morning, Master Rallin, Bruck," Obi-Wan said courteously
with a bow to the Master as they entered. The Jedi Master
passed him quickly with a slight nod. Bruck's eyes met his for
a brief moment as they exchanged a nod of greeting before Bruck
and he turned to watch their Masters stoically from behind.
"Master Qui-Gon, good day to you." The short Lannik gave a
small bow then craned his neck to greet his old friend who had
stood at their arrival. "I appreciate your meeting with us. My
apologies that it is under these circumstances, my friend."
Qui-Gon bowed and returned the greeting with mutual respect and
friendship. "Master Andreth, it has been a long time. I expect
no apology from you, my friend." Standing at his full height,
he towered over the fellow Master, but to kneel or sit while
the Lannik stood would demean the stature of the small Jedi.
Formalities stated, Andreth continued, "You have it
regardless." Master Rallin called over his shoulder to his
apprentice who came to his side and knelt facing Master Jinn,
head bowed, the white haired young man's head was just barely
lower than his Master's.
Andreth faced Qui-Gon again. "My Padawan has told me of his
insubordination. I am surprised at his behavior, as I have
known him to have the utmost respect for you. Yet, still my
Padawan struggles with his temper." Master Andreth said these
words with sternness and disappointment in his voice.
"Please, Andreth, come sit." Qui-Gon made to turn to the
comfortable chairs in the common room.
"No, thank you, Qui-Gon, I would be brief, if I may. My padawan
has asked me to witness his apology to you. However, I would
propose, if you agree of course, for you to punish this
dereliction of his as it is against you that this offense has
taken place." Before Qui-Gon could refuse, his friend continued
with a slightly kinder tone, "Know that I find Bruck a good
student, eager to learn. He has great potential. I foresee he
will be a good knight, an asset to the Jedi." Turning to look
at the bowed head of his apprentice, his voice became gruff, "I
have watched my Padawan struggle with his temper in the year I
have been with him and I have punished him for it." Looking up
at Qui-Gon, "I find you a just person, Qui- Gon. I think it
time that Bruck accept reprimand from the one he has erred
against. Would you do this for him?"
Qui-Gon met the dark eyes of his friend and saw the sincerity
of his request. He had personally asked Andreth to take on
Bruck as his Padawan, as he felt the two were a good match as
master and apprentice. This had been confirmed by Obi-Wan, his
own apprentice assured him that Bruck was satisfied with the
arrangement. Qui-Gon felt Andreth was not here to pass along
his charge unwanted, but sincerely hoped that this action would
help correct this flaw in his apprentice.
He looked down at the young man on his knees. "Padawan Chun?"
Qui- Gon called.
"Yes, Master Jinn?" he was answered with respect, keeping his
eyes on the floor.
"Look at me." The boy took a breath and brought his gaze to
that of Master Jinn. "What do you have to say to this request
of your Master's?"
The look on Bruck's face told of his regret. "I apologize for
my temper last night, Master Jinn. There can be no excuse for
my actions." He swallowed and lowered his head, "I welcome your
punishment. As well as any punishment my Master will enforce."
Qui-Gon had watched this boy as he grew to a young man over the
years, never realizing what an increasingly important part he
would play in his life as he became first enemy then friend and
finally lover with his own Obi-Wan. He looked across the room
to his padawan who stood back watching this unfold. Last night
his padawan had told him of his own anger with Bruck for his
disrespect. Now he sensed Obi-Wan's concern.
Qui-Gon turned back to Andreth. "I accept this request. What
punishment do you wish enforced?" he asked solemnly.
Andreth looked at his padawan briefly as the young man's breath
slightly quickened before he brought it under control. "I ask
for that to be your decision, Qui-Gon, as well as when you
choose to act. We have taken enough of your time already."
"Let it be today then, now," Qui-Gon returned.
"As you wish," Andreth answered. "I will be with the Research
and Information Corp. in conference most of the day. I can be
reached by commlink if I am needed." He placed a hand on his
Padawan's shoulder, and Bruck looked at his Master with calm
eyes. "When Master Jinn is through, you will return to our
quarters, Padawan."
"Yes, Master," Bruck answered quietly with a bow. With a pat to
his Padawan's back, Andreth thanked Qui-Gon and departed. Bruck
again lowered his gaze to the floor.
Qui-Gon stood for a minute looking down at Bruck, wondering
what this day would bring about. He'd been caught by surprise
by Andreth's request and would have liked to decline. He didn't
know how far he should go with Bruck, knowing the relationship
he had with Obi-Wan. But, perhaps he could help. He had the
unfair advantage of knowing what Obi-Wan shared with him about
Bruck, his reasons for his strong façade. Obi-Wan had
also shared with him his speculation that Bruck had a hidden
desire for submission. Qui-Gon personally thought these two
actions were intertwined. Was Bruck secure enough to lower his
pretenses? He hadn't done so yet, according to his padawan. The
dilemma was that neither dominant was comfortable being free to
express and relinquish their pent up submissive desires.
Obi-Wan had made headway with his fantasy, but when would it be
Bruck's turn?
But then perhaps his padawan was wrong. Bruck's words about
sharing Obi-Wan were aggressive. The fact that he spoke to a
Master Jedi in such a way was gross insubordination. But then
Bruck had been aggressive all his young life.
"Master, Bruck and I have classes soon." His padawan came up to
him even as he looked down at the unmoving Bruck.
Qui-Gon asked in a tone neither harsh nor soft, "What classes
do you have today, Padawan Chun? And how well are you doing in
each of them?"
Without lifting his head, Bruck answered, "I have logistics,
then sparring. After those, I help teach new padawans an
unarmed combat class. I've received better than average marks,
Master Jinn."
"Good. Obi-Wan, can you fill in for the combat class?" At his
Padawan's skeptical look, Qui-Gon half-smiled, "Give it a try.
Go ahead to your classes. I will let the various masters know
of Padawan Chun's absence today."
"Master, do you want me to..." Obi-Wan paused, his concern
apparent, but for who, Qui-Gon wondered. Both of them, knowing
his Padawan.
"Leave us, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon directed.
Obi-Wan's inaction clearly showed he didn't want to leave. He
watched Bruck, still on his knees. Bruck was strongly shielding
and unable to make eye contact with his friend's bowed head,
Ben wasn't able to judge his state of mind. "Yes, Master," he
finally said, reluctantly.
Bruck had been on his knees for what seemed like hours. Qui-Gon
sat at the comm unit again reading, not even saying a word to
him. A Jedi had a high tolerance for being on his knees, but
since Bruck had allowed himself no movement, his muscles and
joints were beginning to ache. He'd also kept his eyes on the
floor and so had no real knowledge of time. He'd knelt hearing
Qui-Gon at the comm unit making calls to the masters of his
classes and then canceling his own appointment. Afterward, he'd
felt the Master move about from bedroom to kitchen to fresher
and back. Thank gods he'd not drunk anything this morning.
When was Qui-Gon going to do something? All Bruck had been able
to do is kneel and worry, and kneel and think, and kneel. He
heaved a dramatic sigh in his head without giving any outward
appearance of doing so. After all, Master Qui-Gon Jinn was used
to a Perfect Padawan. He obviously wasn't one, but at least he
could try faking an attempt and accept his punishment with
dignity.
If he'd just let him speak, he'd tell Qui-Gon how sorry he was
for saying what he did. He couldn't believe he'd said those
words, though at the time he'd meant every one. He was
disgusted with himself because he'd done what he'd said he'd
never do. He caved in to voicing his desire of wanting Obi-Wan
for himself. He didn't want to be doled out a pittance of
attention when it was convenient for everyone else. He knew
that was the way of it and there were no exceptions, yet his
temper had gotten away from him, an old bad habit. A habit he'd
never been able to break, no matter what they'd said to him.
He'd been living with his temper for too long.
He'd been surprised by Ben's reaction last night. For some
reason he thought Ben would have understood, at least a little.
But no, he'd been angry, defensive of his Master, as he should
be. Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn was the priority. Lover second,
again Qui-Gon; and he, the alternate friend/lover, last. Bruck
you are such a piece of crap, accept it and quit feeling so
sorry for yourself. Accept or leave already. What!? Where had
that come from? He'd never thought of leaving, not seriously.
He'd never considered being a quitter. He always fought too
hard. But here there was nothing to fight for. Nothing he could
do but be at their mercy. But he'd meant just quit being with
Ben, right? Or quit being...a Jedi? Oh shit, he'd never felt so
confused before. Why now? Because he was jealous of Qui-Gon and
Ben. Because he loved Ben. It hurt not being with him. When
he'd been so close over these last days and not been able to be
near him, not even have a few minutes to talk, it hurt. More
than he wanted to admit.
Qui-Gon looked over at Bruck. The apprentice was in turmoil
over the punishment or something more--what exactly, he didn't
know. He had little bond with the boy, but picked up the small
signs, the erratic breathing patterns, the hands unclenched,
yet pressed firmly against his thighs. A moment ago he'd even
emitted a small sound, almost like a strained cry.
The comm unit rang and Qui-Gon swiveled back to it. Obi-Wan, he
saw with a twist of his lips. His apprentice was undoubtedly
very curious about what was going on. Unfortunately, he
couldn't satisfy his curiosity.
"Padawan, I will call you when we are finished. Have your
midmeal in the refectory."
Ending the transmission, he turned to Bruck knowing his
attention had refocused because of the call, though he'd never
be able to tell by young man's appearance.
"Obi-Wan is worried for you needlessly, Padawan," he smiled
down at Bruck, his voice light. No response greeted his words.
He waited as one minute turned into two.
Qui-Gon made an inward sigh. He should have realized Bruck
would only follow protocol. Qui-Gon wondered if the boy was
sulking. "Padawan Chun, you may speak."
Bruck replied, head still bowed, "I apologize for my
insubordination to you last night, Master Jinn. It will not
happen again, I swear to you."
"Your Master said you have been punished in the past for your
temper, Padawan," Qui-Gon said. He waited. "Padawan?"
"Yes, Master Jinn. Master Rallin has punished me for my temper
over the year I have been his apprentice."
"And now your Master has asked me to punish you for this
offense," Qui-Gon stated.
"Yes, Master Jinn."
"Do you think it will make a difference?" Qui-Gon asked.
Bruck answered after a small pause. "I don't know, Master."
"Padawan, look at me. In fact, from now on, stop looking at the
floor," the Master commanded. Bruck brought his eyes up and
held his gaze, poised.
Qui-Gon stated with a deliberate lack of understanding, "You
just swore to me you would show me no insubordination, yet now
you do not know if punishment will make a difference."
"No, Master. You asked if punishment would make a difference in
my temper. I swear I have nothing but respect for you, Master
Jinn." He looked down then hurriedly brought his head up once
he realized he was looking at the floor. "But I don't know if I
will ever be able to control my temper," Bruck admitted
honestly.
The Master smiled warmly. "You will, Bruck. It is something
that you will grow accustomed to in time. It will get easier.
You will learn tolerance as you learn about life. But first,
you'll have to experience the trials and tribulations, the good
and bad. Through experience you gain control." Qui-Gon paused,
waiting for the words to sink in or questions to be asked. He
was sure Bruck had heard words similar to his own before. Maybe
coming from a different source would help.
When only silence greeted him, he continued. "Punishment is
another experience. Will it make you control your temper? No,"
Qui-Gon told him with a gentle shake of his head, a section of
hair falling over one shoulder. With a wry smile he continued,
"Will it help you learn control? That is for you to decide.
What has your Master given you as punishment?"
Bruck drew in a breath and answered with a sigh, "Meditations
mostly. Then more meditations; even standing in a corner," he
admitted with obvious reluctance. "No privileges: no activities
outside any classes or training, only being able to eat in our
room." He paused, looking over Master Jinn's shoulder, not
meeting his eyes. "Master Rallin even left me here at the
Temple once while he went on a mission. I told whoever asked he
had a solo mission, but it was my punishment. That was the
worst, but even that didn't seem to help. Only made it worse,"
he finished with that divulgence.
"Hmm," Qui-Gon responded, leaning back in his chair and
caressing his beard thoughtfully as he pondered. He looked down
at Bruck again, noticing the young man following his hand.
"You've never had physical punishment then?" the Master asked
candidly.
Bruck blushed lightly. "Not since I was an initiate. Master
Leth never . . ." His voice trailed to a halt.
"Stand up, Padawan Chun," Qui-Gon directed coolly as he too
stood.
The quick look Bruck gave him was easily readable but was just
as quickly gone. The boy just became unnerved.
Bruck rose slowly, successfully holding back any signs of
protesting muscles and joints from hours in the locked kneeling
position. Qui- Gon took a step closer, invading the boy's
personal space. The Padawan didn't meet his eyes, but looked
straight ahead, at the whiskered chin of the Master.
"We'll make this quick," Qui-Gon said. "Bring me a chair from
the dining table."
Bruck looked up then, obviously questioning, but Qui-Gon
returned the stare without a blink. Moving his eyes slowly
away, Bruck walked over to the table and returned, putting the
chair between him and the Master.
Qui-Gon relaxed his stance, legs spread and bringing his arms
up akimbo. "Bruck, since you are fully grown it would be
childish for me to put you over my knee and spank you for
insubordination, wouldn't you agree?" Qui-Gon asked
matter-of-factly. Qui-Gon watched Bruck's eyes narrow slightly.
"Yes, Master Jinn," Bruck responded emphatically, his grip
tight on the back of the chair.
"Hmm, yes I agree. But we are talking about temper here, aren't
we? Something that normally an initiate is chastised for. Even
a young Padawan. Yet, here you are, still struggling with your
temper. Isn't that right, young Padawan?"
A frown furrowed Bruck's forehead though he nodded
affirmatively.
"I said, isn't that right, young Padawan?" Qui-Gon said louder,
taking note of the resentment appearing on the younger man's
face.
"Yes, Master," Bruck responded, jaw tight.
"Perhaps you need that more physical reminder of the correct
behavior expected of a padawan."
There was a moment of silence as Bruck's facial expression
relaxed to blank. "Yes, Master," Bruck whispered. He looked
down at the floor; his hands gripping white knuckled, the back
of the chair board.
"Come to the side of the chair, Padawan." Bruck hesitated, then
did so, slowly. "You are going to be spanked." Qui-Gon watched
the young man closely for any sign of protest. There was none.
Moments ago he'd seen the anger, but the boy quickly controlled
it. His breathing was quicker; he noted the pulse fluttering at
his neck, but no complaint or objection. Qui-Gon stepped away
and removed his robe, hanging it at the door. He returned and
sat in the chair, legs braced wide, Bruck standing at his side.
"Lower your pants, Bruck," Qui-Gon told him.
Stunned, Bruck met the Master's eyes and hurriedly looked away.
His tan face flushing red, Bruck reached with trembling
fingers, lifting his tunic and releasing the ties of his
leggings. He brought his thumbs around the waistband.
"Bare," Qui-Gon said the solitary word.
Bruck's blush turned darker still as the thumbs came up and
returned taking down both leggings and underwear to his calves.
He stood hesitantly trying discreetly to arrange his tunic to
cover his partial erection.
"Over my lap," Qui-Gon directed.
Bruck looked at the Master's lap. Jinn almost smiled as Bruck's
forehead furrowed obviously trying to figure out how to get his
big frame over Qui-Gon's knees. Finally, the young man came
down on one knee, then stretched over, using the Master's thigh
for leverage, bringing his arms forward and hands bracing on
the floor. Pushing up with his feet and hands, Bruck arranged
himself over the Master's lap.
When Bruck settled, Qui-Gon lifted the back of the tunic over
the buttocks and braced his left arm over the boy's waist,
holding securely. "This spanking is for your temper last night.
I know you knew better than to say what you did. But I also
know you spoke from your heart. Normally I would accept an
honest thought but I will NOT accept it delivered spitefully or
without respect!" Thus began the first blow.
The loud smack of bare hand against naked buttock was loud and
powerful. Bruck's body flinched despite every muscle being
rigid. The next followed quickly and just as hard on the other
side of his heavily muscled rear end. It set the pattern for
Qui-Gon, volleying harsh stinging blows which soon had Bruck's
bottom glowing an ever deepening red.
At the beginning, Bruck remained quiet, Qui-Gon only noticing
the tense and jumping muscles. As he continued, a hiss of
exploding breath or low grunt answered an occasional strike.
These became more frequent until he delivered the final blow.
Qui-Gon held Bruck over his knees, rubbing the small of the
back for a few moments as the young man sucked in great gulps
of air.
"You can get up now," Qui-Gon told him quietly as he helped
draw the young man up with a strong arm under his chest.
Standing, Bruck hurriedly reached down and pulled up his
leggings but not before Qui- Gon noted the full erection.
Embarrassed, Bruck turned away and rubbed his red eyes and damp
lashes. Qui-Gon tactfully gave a private moment to the Padawan
as he picked up the chair and tucked it under the table.
Returning, he put a hand to Bruck's shoulder and led him to the
couch. The young man followed stiffly.
"Would you sit?" Qui-Gon asked as he sat on the sofa. Bruck
made a face as he gingerly sat, but then turned to lean on his
side, one leg folded under him propping up his bottom. Elbow on
the sofa back, he faced the Master.
Qui-Gon smiled consolingly. "You have apologized and received
punishment for your insubordination. Now I'd like to give you
my forgiveness."
"Thank you, Master Jinn. I am sorry..."
"You've already apologized, Padawan. You are forgiven." Qui-Gon
reached over and laid his hand reassuringly on a shoulder that
rested against the sofa. He felt the muscle under his hand
tense then slowly relax.
Looking out the distant window, Qui-Gon sighed. "I realize how
difficult it must be for you. This relationship with Obi-Wan."
"Master Jinn, please don't make me stop seeing him," Bruck
abruptly pleaded, reaching out and gripping Qui-Gon's forearm.
Qui-Gon placed his hand over Bruck's tan one and squeezed
lightly. "I would not do that. Truth be told, I am happy he
will have you after I am gone to the Force. Obi-Wan knows
this," the Master said distantly.
"Master Qui-Gon, please," Bruck asked. "Please don't talk like
that. I can't lose anyone else."
Qui-Gon frowned, disquieted at the boy's thoughts. "Bruck,
there is no death-"
"-There is the Force. I know," Bruck answered. "But it still
hurts to think of losing another Master. I appreciate your help
since Master Leth's death."
Qui-Gon worried over the Padawan's words but decided to let it
pass for the moment. He was, however, pleased that despite what
he'd just done to the young man, Bruck had honored him. His
guidance after Bruck's first Master's death and while Andreth
was away, had formed a relationship akin to a surrogate
apprenticeship with the Padawan.
"You're a good Padawan, Bruck," Qui-Gon said.
"Not five minutes ago I was a boy getting my ass paddled,"
Bruck said sarcastically.
Qui-Gon chuckled as Bruck gainsaid the Master's thoughts of a
second ago, "Spanked, not paddled. That'll be next time, if
you're not careful."
Bruck snorted. Then his face became serious. "I hope Obi-Wan
will accept my apology this time. He was very angry."
"Obi-Wan has a good heart. He was defending me. Just like he'd
protect you from me, had the roles been reversed. He will
forgive," Qui-Gon smiled knowingly.
With a slight tug of a smile, Bruck nodded.
Seriousness overcame the Padawan's face once again, as Qui-Gon
watched him closely, letting the boy collect his thoughts.
Bruck lowered his chin to his chest and then his hands
clenched. "Bruck, what is it?"
Bruck's voice was strained, "I'm sorry, Master Qui-Gon. I'd
better go." He moved to get up. A quick hand on his shoulder
stopped him from rising.
"I haven't released you yet," Qui-Gon told him which produced a
strangled sound from Bruck. "Will you tell me what you were
thinking?"
Bruck lifted a derisive face and reverted to sarcasm, "Nothing
that will endear you to me, that's for sure."
"Why don't you let me be the judge of that," Qui-Gon told him,
settling into the couch sideways as Bruck was.
Bruck looked across at the window and closed his eyes. After a
moment, he said, "I am...jealous of both of you." Bruck turned
his eyes to the Master. "Both of you, Qui-Gon." He lowered his
head, "I wish...I wish I could..." Bruck shook his lowered
head, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Not knowing where Bruck was leading with his confession,
Qui-Gon reacted to the distress and reached out a hand to
Bruck's cheek in comfort. The Master was unprepared for the
sudden recoil. Withdrawing without contact, Qui-Gon lowered his
hand slowly. Bruck's face turned ruddy as he glanced through
his pale lashes at the Master, looking uncomfortable. Qui-Gon
assumed Bruck's pride held him in check from venting any
release to all the conflicts clamoring in his young mind. After
all, he'd just given the lad a hefty dose of humiliation with
his punishment. And probably even more stressful, Bruck knew
that Qui-Gon witnessed his erection.
Bruck longed for escape. He knew he had to get control of
himself. Ever since Master Andreth left, he'd done everything
wrong. Qui-Gon had made him wait, a typical intimidating
maneuver. And damned if he hadn't been intimidated enough by
Qui-Gon to let it work. Losing his focus, his mind had
wandered. But never in all the living hells and heavens in the
galaxy, had he thought that Qui-Gon Jinn would spank him.
Trying to be a good padawan, he had swallowed his apprehension
and pride and crawled over the Master's lap. He'd felt the
large hands holding him down, smacking his ass painfully. Even
more painfully than he'd expected; in fact, his ass still
throbbed. He just wished he hadn't been turned on by it. He
didn't deny it, to himself anyway. He knew. Worse, Qui-Gon saw
his cockstand. So now Qui-Gon thought he was perverted,
enjoying being spanked like a little boy. If he'd had his
lightsaber, he'd have used it on himself.
Yet, Qui-Gon hadn't ridiculed him but had given him time to try
to regain his composure; even offered him comfort. Mentally
sighing, he now realized he not only saw the man across from
him as the man he most respected, the Master to his best
friend; he finally saw what Ben saw in Qui-Gon. He saw the
strength, the power, the comfort, the protection and the
acceptance to be yourself. He saw these things but he couldn't
have the owner of them. Qui-Gon was Ben's Master, Ben's lover.
That's why he pulled away. He didn't want to, he had to. He'd
already vowed he'd never come between them, even if it was just
Qui-Gon's offer of a little comfort. He didn't trust himself.
Bringing his eyes up he met those of Qui-Gon who returned his
gaze kindly, "I apologize, Master," Bruck said quietly.
"There is nothing to apologize for," Qui-Gon returned
compassionately.
Bruck lowered his eyes again, desperately wishing he could
leave. Qui-Gon pulled too many emotions from him that he'd
rather hide. That's what he wanted to do, hide. Just like he
always had. Looking up again, he unconsciously implored with
his eyes for release.
Qui-Gon gave him a sad smile of commiseration. "I don't know
what the Force holds in store for us, Bruck. I wish I could
say. But it has brought the three of us together. It will guide
us."
Did he know? Was he guessing? Unsure, Bruck hesitantly nodded
agreeably and looked away, "Yes, Master." Not quite sure what
he was agreeing to.
A quiet filled the room again.
Qui-Gon smiled, "You may go now."
Quickly standing, Bruck winced and blurted, "Damn, my ass
hurts." Suddenly he looked up at Qui-Gon with chagrin. "Please
excuse my language, Master."
Qui-Gon let go a chuckle, "That was the intention, young man."
He walked Bruck to the door. "I'll let Obi-Wan know you've gone
back to your quarters."
"Thank you, Master. Well, not for beating my butt," he said
dryly, but for." he trailed off, trying to find the words.
Putting a hand on the Padawan's shoulder, "I am here for you.
Remember it."
"Thank you," Bruck said with a nod and an embarrassed shy
smile. He turned to leave. Before he walked out the door, he
hesitated and looked back at Qui-Gon watching him and held his
gaze a moment. "The Force will guide us."
Qui-Gon smiled, "It will, Bruck."
"So he spanked you?" Ben's voice held a note of disbelief, but
Bruck could also hear the barely concealed leer in the
question.
"Yes," he growled as he flopped on the bed, wincing as his butt
made contact.
Ben stretched out beside him and wiggled his eyebrows at him
suggestively. "Show me."
Bruck rolled his eyes. Leave it to Kenobi to get off on Bruck's
ass being paddled as well as his own. . . .
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