Notes: Thank you to michelle for the beta and the brain.
"Trainees!" the voice of Master Healer Tael bellowed out
through the medical unit and the six apprentices fell quickly
into line in the main room.
"I was going through the logs last evening and do you know what
I found?" He looked each of them in the eye. "I'll give you a
hint -I arrived at it after broken limbs and burns but before
dysentery." He paced along in front of them, stopping in front
of each one before enlightening them. "Carpet Burns -C A R P E
T B U R N S. Padawan Kalis, you look like you know something
about this."
"Yes, Master," answered Kalis, swallowing and looking to his
fellow trainees for support. They all kept their eyes on Master
Tael.
"You've treated someone for carpet burns?" he asked, tone
deceptively mild.
"Yes, Master." Kalis didn't sound fooled for a moment.
"Whom?"
"Padawan Kenobi, sir."
"What about you, Padawan T'laine?"
"Yes, Master."
"You too, have treated someone for carpet burns?" Master Tael
sounded surprised.
"Yes, Master." T'laine was no more fooled by Master Tael's tone
than Zalis had been.
"Whom?"
"Padawan Kenobi, sir."
"Really? Kenobi again?"
"Yes, sir."
"What about you, Padawan Zak-Ril?"
"Yes, Master," said Zak-Ril softly.
"And whom did you treat for carpet burns?"
"Padawan Kenobi, sir," Zak-Ril whispered, eyes on the floor.
"I can't hear you, Zak-Ril."
"Padawan Kenobi, sir."
"Again, Kenobi. And the rest of you," he glared at the other
three in turn, "I suppose you also have treated Padawan Kenobi
for carpet burns."
They all nodded miserably.
"And it never occurred to any of you to report this? I mean,
once you wonder 'Sith, what are they doing?', but multiple
times? What the hell does a man have to do to his padawan to
have him in the infirmary on a regular basis whenever they are
at the temple? Since none of you had the sense to question what
was going on, I'll have to do it myself."
Tirade over, Master Healer Tael turned and strode from the room
before any of the trainees could say a word.
"Um..." began Zak-Ril, looking guiltily at the door through
which the Master Healer had just left before turning to his
colleagues. "Do you think we should have told him that Master
Jinn is in here to be treated more often than his apprentice?"
The carpet in our quarters is grey. I know it intimately: the
weave and thread, the coarseness of the fibres -worn by the
couch, nearly pristine beneath the coffee table.
I have focused on it in peaceful meditation. I have watched it
trampled beneath my padawan's feet as he paced, back and forth
across the room in silent or noisesome agitation. I have
counted the weave on more than one occasion as I lay against
it, held by my hips as my lover slammed into my body. Counted
the weave as I tried desperately to hold on, to make it last
and not come until the entire night had passed.
As I am trying to do now, but Obi-Wan shifts and his penis
slides deeper into my body. I shout as it hits my prostate and
a bolt of pleasure courses through my body like electricity. It
fires through me, burning along my nerves. I pant, trying to
catch my breath as he slides out and pushes back in again,
re-igniting the spark.
My skin has become a mass of nerves and I can feel the carpet
threads digging into me, abrading my knees and the heels of my
hands. I can feel my lover's heat as he enters me again, hips
hot and hard against my buttocks, his shaft heated iron covered
by softest silk moving in and out. I can feel the heat of him
growing closer as he leans over my body and presses against my
back, hips moving in tiny circular motions now and I choke back
a sob as tiny volts of sensation shoot from my anus along all
the nerve endings in my body.
I scream again as his teeth close over the juncture where my
shoulders meet my neck and he bites down hard. His tongue wetly
soothes the spot and then his lips are nipping at my earlobes.
"What do you want?" he growls and I arch backwards, my ass
pressing into his hips behind me. The heat leaves my back as he
straightens behind me and then his hands take hold of my hips
and the small circular movements become shallow thrusts.
"More," I plead as I try to press back into his hips, try to
deepen his penetration.
"More what?" he asks with a throaty chuckle, keeping his
movements slow and light. I moan and mentally vow revenge.
"Harder, faster," I tell him. His grip on my hips tightens and
he finally speeds his thrusts.
"Like this?" he asks. "Or like this?"
I shout out again as he pistons his erection into me, the thick
phallus pushing inside me, rubbing against the sensitive walls
within my body, nudging my prostate over and over again.
"Or like this?" he growls, my only warning as his hands tighten
to bruising strength and he pulls my hips back as his slam
forward.
I come, a scream pouring from my throat as my seed pours from
my body, staining the carpet even as Obi-Wan fills me.
"Force!" The exclamation was not in Obi-Wan's voice, nor did it
come from behind me. Turning towards the sound I find Master
Healer Tael standing in our open doorway, face red as a
firebush, mouth hanging open. I muster my most dignified look
and raise one eyebrow. I can usually intimidate all but the
most hardened with this look, though I fear the effect is
rather diminished by the fact that I am on my hands and knees
with my padawan's hot face pressed into my back and his cock
buried in my anus. Nevertheless, Tael begins to back up,
muttering, whether to himself or us, I'm not sure.
"Worried about the ethical treatment of...heard shouting,
thought something was wrong...medical override...obviously
mistaken." He backs out quickly, turning to flee as the door
begins to slide closed.
"Master."
"Yes, Obi-Wan?"
"I think we should learn how to treat carpet burns on our own,
because I don't believe I will ever be able to step foot in the
medical unit again."
"I do believe that would be a wise course, Padawan. Perhaps one
of the trainees will help us, and I have a friend in the lower
sector who would know where we could obtain some ointment
without going through official channels."
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