Series/Sequel: um, no :) Summary: an explosion, a fire, an
earthquake, and sex Warnings: none Notes: i was on mirc and
people were lamenting the lack of people writing online, so
they started entertaining themselves by thinking up pretty
mental images. i didn't much like the first one (sorry, clad :)
but the next three were great - so i wrote a story around them.
took about an hour, has absolutely no redeeming value - but
creates some lovely mental images.... thanks to heidi and
claddagh and mama and lillith and kalia and wolfling and cen. i
think that's everybody who was there, if i forgot you, i'm
sorry, but it's late and i was supposed to be in bed four
minutes ago. and i LOVE MY SQUASH! <g> <kisses> to
glitter-boy nik as well...<g>)
"Obi-Wan! This way! This way, Padawan!"
There was too much smoke in the room for him to see clearly,
although he was trying to clear it with the Force. But the Dark
Side was so powerful here, he could scarcely touch it, the
currents ran sluggishly around him and responded only when he
exerted desperate pressure.
Feeling the soot of the raging fire gathering in his hair and
stinging his face, he tried again to reach his apprentice,
stuck on the other side of the wall of flames that ran nearly
diagonally across the room, following a fuel pipe that led
upwards and into the main section of the castle.
The explosion had rocked the foundation and the pipe had, at
first, only cracked slightly. Coming down to repair the damage,
the castle being evacuated by the staff and servants, he and
his Padawan had been caught unawares when an earthquake
followed the explosion, triggered, he knew, by the damage the
bomb had done.
The pipe had split down the middle, separating them, leaving
them stranded on different sides of the power room, and Qui-Gon
was on the side with the door.
"OBI-WAN!" He screamed, seeing a flash of lighter color,
illuminated by the bright blue flames.
He'd dropped his cloak, he was covered in ash and soot as the
ceiling burned, his eyes ached and his lips felt puffy....but
he forced himself to move closer to the flames, feeling his
beard and eyebrows begin to singe
"I'm coming, Master!"
The young man's voice was choked by smoke and Qui-Gon felt a
wave of fear roll into the Force as Obi-Wan fought it off.
"I'm here!" He bellowed, trying to pinpoint Obi-Wan's location
on the other side.
"I'm coming! Catch me, Master!"
He'd barely had time to register the shout when Obi-Wan
appeared, his rolled body hurtling gracefully through the
flames, up at the top, near the ceiling, where they were the
thinnest but the hottest.
He had shed his cloak as well, but his tunic and trousers were
already flaming when Qui-Gon lunged and caught him, yanking
desperately at the uncooperative Force to ease the landing so
that he didn't fall, he didn't drop his Padawan...
And the flames bit at his hands, making him grit his teeth and
start tearing the burning cloth from Obi-Wan's body.
He was burnt, but not too badly, not anything that wouldn't
heal, given the time...but the pain had to be tremendous,
explaining why he was no longer conscious.
Grabbing for his own cloak, which lay on the floor, Qui-Gon
wrapped the younger man in it, threw him over his shoulder in
an undignified carry, and ran out of the room, his long legs
making quick work of the wide stone steps.
The fire had just begun to creep up them, not as much to burn
here, but stone would burn, if it were hot enough, it would
burn, it would...
Reaching the top, he felt a tingle in the Force, a split-second
warning, and managed to duck back just in time to avoid being
smashed by a chunk of wall as it fell, banging his Padawan's
head into the wall behind them as he did so, instantly
regretting it as Obi-Wan made a pathetic moaning sound. Working
to keep calm, Qui-Gon pulled his lightsaber and pressed on,
using it to better other pieces as they fell upon them, running
down a long hallway now, filled with smoke and the sounds of
shouting.
"Hey! You! Stop!"
Three men appeared before him, blocking the open doorway that
led to the common rooms and, eventually, the courtyard and
freedom.
Wearing the ragged, pieced-together clothing of pirates, waving
nasty-looking blasters, the thieves didn't shout again, only
raised their weapons and fired.
With a silent apology Qui-Gon dumped Obi-Wan tot eh floor and
defended, both hands on his saber, crouching low to protect his
Padawan's body, hands moving too fast to be seen as he
deflected the shots back at their origins.
One, two, three, he lost count and then he felt the Force
again, opening wide, flooding into him - something had
happened, something good - and he risked a glance downwards and
saw his Obi-Wan staring up at him, unable to move, barely able
to breathe, lungs scorched by smoke, feeding Qui-Gon his own
energy and without thought the Jedi Master flung his hand in an
aggressive gesture and two of the three pirates flew into the
nearest wall, smacking soundly into to, and fell to lie silent
on the floor.
The third stared at him, eyes widening, then turned and ran,
dropping his weapon, and it clattered to the floor.
Breathing hard, Qui-Gon disactivated his saber and bent over,
touching Obi-Wan's face tenderly, promising him all things with
his eyes, then gathered him up into a more comfortable hold,
cradling the smaller man against his own broad chest, and ran
again, booted feet skidding as he spun round a corner, and then
through the common room, empty, bizarrely normal looking,
peaceful.
Breaking into the courtyard, headed for the big doors that were
always open, he fought to breathe evenly, saw that Obi-Wan had
slipped into unconsciousness again, and breathed a sigh of
relief when they passed through them and into the fields, where
a hundred people gathered, milling, and the King himself rushed
to them, praising his Gods that they were safe.
There was a huge roar, rumbling through the air, and they all
turned to watch in disbelief as the castle began to crumple
behind the walls, and the ground shook and Qui-Gon sat heavily,
still holding his Padawan, protecting him, and then it was
over.
"Master?"
"In here, Obi."
The shorthand version of his name tipped the young man off, and
he trotted into the bedroom section of their cabin expectantly.
Seated on the large bed that filled the small room, his Master
looked up from the text he was studying and smiled at him.
"The Healers released you?"
Closing the heavy book, he set it aside. Whenever possible he
traveled with something to read, but this one had been a
parting gift from the king, to show that there were no hard
feelings. He didn't blame the Jedi for not preventing the
attack, there was no way they could have predicted it.
They had been on a strictly routine visit for the Council,
checking up on some rumors of unrest that had proven to be
unfounded.
Getting caught in a reckless attempt to steal the crown jewels
had not been planned.
Terribly reckless. The bomb, meant to empty the castle, had
destroyed it, and most of the conspirators as well.
"They said I'm one hundred percent." Obi-Wan said softly,
pulling his tunic off over his head, displaying his smooth
chest. "See? Not even a scar?"
"I'm sorry I could not stay. I needed to report to the Council,
and the healers said you would only be there a short while."
Watching, with a small smile on his lips, Qui-Gon moved to sit
on the edge of the bed.
"I understand. We are Jedi first." Peeling out of the too-large
trousers the Healers had given him to wear, Obi-Wan paused as
if thinking.
"And lovers second?" He asked, softly, licking his lips and
swaying his hips suggestively.
"Tonight, Obi..." Qui-Gon sprang from the bed and
grabbed him close, kissing him hungrily, barely taking the time
to finish the sentence between kisses, "We are lovers
first."
"Oh, yes." The younger man moaned and pressed into him. The
adrenaline and exhilaration of the battle and the fire was
still thrumming through them. Eagerly Qui-Gon turned him,
lifting him, pushing him into a cold metal bulkhead. It warmed
quickly as Obi-Wan's body was pressed to it.
"Is this what you want?" He whispered in the younger man's ear,
the long braid tickling his face. He kissed his neck tenderly,
sneaking his hands around the slim body, pulling Obi-Wan's hips
back to him.
"Yes, Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan panted, closing his eyes and pressing
his forehead, suddenly heated, to the wall. "Please."
He bucked back into his Master's heat but Qui-Gon took his
shaft in hand and stroked it, still kissing his neck, murmuring
soft words.
"Oh sweet love, you were so brave...I saw you come through the
flames and I was frightened for you."
"I - wasn't - afraid." Obi-Wan gasped as the rhythm of the
stroking hand threatened to shut down his brain. "Knew you'd
-catch me."
"I will always catch you, Obi."
With incredible finesse, Qui-Gon opened his lover, using only
the Force, and slid home with a gentle thrust, and Obi-Wan bit
his lip to keep from screaming at the glory of it.
It made him want to scream, to sing, to shout the praises of
the Gods - he didn't care which Gods. They had given him to
Qui-Gon and Qui-Gon to him and so deserved to be praised daily.
But, he thought distantly as his Master began thrusting slowly
into him, his hand matching the rhythm his hips set, he could
worry about that some other time. For now he wanted more than
this gentle loving he was getting.
Bracing himself on the wall, arms spread, exerting his own not
inconsiderable strength, he pushed back into Qui-Gon's thrusts
and head the swift intake of breath as he caught his Master by
surprise.
"More." He grunted. "Little...harder..."
"Yes, Obi." Qui-Gon ground out, his teeth clenched,
breath hissing in the younger man's ear. "Gods, yes!"
With that he loosed his restraint and pounded into his lover,
using his own strength to keep Obi-Wan from being slammed into
the wall, his thrusts going deeper and deeper until Obi-Wan
could feel them hitting something inside him, hitting something
that made him writhe and scream, unable to hold it back now,
uncaring about anything but the way his Master entered him,
again and again, powerfully taking possession of his body and
through it his soul.
It was too much, his arms began to slide and then he convulsed,
wailing, not knowing what he said, not caring.
"I'm coming, Master! I'm coming! Catch me!"
"Yessss....." Leaning his whole body on top of the smaller one,
Qui-Gon plastered Obi-Wan to the wall and held him there with
his weight as the larger body shuddered and shook and spasmed
behind him.
Squashed, sated, and essentially boneless, Obi-Wan shuddered
right along with him, and silently thanked all of those Gods.
When Qui-Gon shifted, sometime later, and Obi-Wan simply
started to slide to the floor, his Master caught him, and held
him, and carried him to the bed, kissing him tenderly and
whispering as he tucked them together and in.
"My Obi. Obi-Love. Obi-Dear. Obi-beautiful..."
The words made him giggle, and then he slept.
the end
the images that inspired the story were, in case you were
wondering:
1) qui-gon in the middle of a room, sooty and singed.
2) qui-gon crouched over obi-wan's naked body, protecting him.
and (last but not least)
3) qui-gon nailing obi-wan to a wall.
i think i covered them all pretty well <g> but tell me
what you think at : saraid@wf.net
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