Warning: the following story contains implications of a m/m
relationship. STOP NOW if you are below 18 years of age OR if
you are easily offended.
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only written for the satisfaction of my readers.
Author: Ki
Archive: MA archive?, personal homepage
Category: AU, angst, romance
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Rating: NC-17 (for the sex. Yes, there is sex this time,
folks.)
Warning(s): Speculative fiction. Post-TPM.
Summary: The Bonding ceremony finally takes place, both public
and private. But there are masks everywhere.
Brief outline: The series "The Watcher and The Watched" is a
sequel to the "Lycanthrope" series where Qui-Gon becomes
infected with lycanthropy. In this alternate universe, Qui-Gon
doesn't die. Instead, he and Obi-Wan become co-Masters to
Anakin Skywalker. Insofar, Qui-Gon has managed to control his
lycanthropy and has suggested Bonding with Obi-Wan.
In "Trials", Obi-Wan takes his Knighthood trials and is later
traumatized by it. "Dreams and Nightmares" is where Obi-Wan
recovers and tries to make sense of his Trials.
Master Yoda faced the two kneeling men in front of him, his own
face serious. The old Jedi Master observed them keenly,
thumping his walking stick rhythmically against the marble
floor. He felt an underlying current of anxiety and nervous
participation coming from the younger of the pair. The older
man next to him presented a face best described as serene. But
there were new lines of worry marring the regal visage. There
was joy, yes. Yet, Master Yoda also sensed more and he decided
to keep his mouth shut, preferring to remain silent. Some
things are best kept unspoken.
There were only few people present to witness this public
ceremony. Master Mace Windu took his place as Qui-Gon's closest
friend and kin. The Naboo queen, without her handmaidens this
time, had agreed to become Obi-Wan's witness. Young Anakin
Skywalker bore the intricately woven Bonding cloth, a symbolic
strip of patterned fabric neatly folded and placed on Anakin's
open palms.
Yoda gazed around, his shrewd eyes missing nothing. Then, he
straightened, thumped his walking stick once for attention and
everyone looked at him. The room was suddenly silent.
"Bonding ceremony, it begins." The old wizened Master spoke
softly. It was a tone even the most senior of the Jedi would
tremble. "Bonding cloth, I need. " Anakin stepped forward and
offered the strip of cloth that Yoda took with a stiff nod to
the boy.
"Hold hands you need to."
Qui-Gon obeyed and gently clasped his hand around Obi-Wan. He
could feel the youth trembling slightly. He squeezed the hand
reassuringly and Obi-Wan sent a muted 'thank you' via their
bond.
With gnarled hands, Yoda wrapped the Bonding cloth around the
hands and murmured his blessings as he did so.
"Bonded you are now," the solemn words were whispered. "Bonded
and Tied together. Share you will, your emotions and feelings."
Obi-Wan's eyebrows lifted as if to signal his silent disbelief
that the Bonding ceremony was over so quickly. He had expected
something with greater fanfare. Something more exciting.
Qui-Gon chuckled softly. There would be more to the Bonding. It
would take place in a private environment undisturbed. Yoda had
obviously chosen to skip "the Bonding of bodies" bit. He
glanced at his Life-Bond mate, aware of the gaunt hollows in
Obi-Wan's cheeks, the downcast eyes. The young man was
obviously still recovering from the Trials and compassion
surged through him. Almost immediately, Obi-Wan's body
shuddered in response and the youth looked at him with a small
wry smile. The Bonding had begun.
The Bonding celebrants emerged from the room, talking in quiet
tones when they heard a commotion. It was the flash of the rich
velvet robes that alerted them and the voice ... the voice was
cheerful, almost sugary-sweet. Senator Palpatine had arrived
with his usual entourage of aides and sycophants, also
similarly dressed in colorful garments. They looked like
garishly winged birds strangely out-of-place, lost in a somber
cathedral.
"I have to apologize for my horrible lateness," Palpatine said,
fluttering his hands. He waved them forward and a woman, garbed
in the colors of the rainbow, walked forth, holding an ornate
wooden box. " Please accept my small gift. A Bonding ceremony
in the Jedi ranks is so rare these days. It calls for
celebration!"
Qui-Gon gazed at the senator, noting something amiss. He
clenched his hands involuntarily, feeling the Alter rouse in
him.
"My thanks," Obi-Wan took the box and bowed slightly.
Palpatine smiled. His eyes sought out the figure of the
Tatooine boy. Young, impressionable. And the Force in him was
strong. Powerful. He glanced at the young sandy-haired man
beside the tall Jedi Master. A lovely body. Lean, taut. A lithe
body trained, taught to be a warrior. He grinned inwardly to
himself.
Ah, the Jedi Master. Qui-Gon Jinn. Regal and patrician, no
doubt the bearer of aristocratic ancestry. A proud man.
Palpatine sensed something else: the predator. Qui-Gon Jinn's
blue eyes fixed him to the ground, watching his every move. An
image flashed through his mind; he saw a great beast, a
powerfully strong animal with fanged teeth.
He grinned even more.
Victory tasted delicious in his mouth.
Obi-Wan Kenobi paced nervously in the sleeping room. The
silence was deafening. Qui-Gon was taking an awfully long time.
He looked at the reflection in the mirror. He was dressed in a
simple white shift, belted at the waist.
"Obi-Wan."
Qui-Gon stood at the doorway, his large form hidden in a
similar white shift. The blue eyes shone, full of love and
admiration. And desire. The Jedi Master strode towards, stirred
by the sight of the youth. Under the light, Obi-Wan glowed with
health, his hair glistening in coppery strands. The muscled
body beneath the thin fabric aroused Qui-Gon further.
They faced each other tentatively. Then, Obi-Wan inched closely
and positioned his hand on Qui-Gon's chest.
"I am not sure what to call you anymore," the young man
murmured, rubbing Qui-Gon's torso. He could feel the older man
shiver with pleasure. "Master? Qui-Gon? Bondmate? You are all
these roles to me ... "
"Qui-Gon. Call me 'Qui-Gon." The low rumbling voice replied and
a large hand cupped Obi-Wan's chin, tilting it upwards. Obi-Wan
stared straight into the dark-blue eyes, drawn by their obvious
worship. His groins tightened. Yes! Qui-Gon wanted him. Desired
him.
The kiss that came crashing down onto his lips signaled
Qui-Gon's growing passion. They began to pull their shifts off
as they spun around, locked in an embrace. Hands began to
caress, stroke. Soon, they were naked and gasping for more.
Obi-Wan glanced at the stiffening erection in front of him. It
was big, undeniably big. He smiled to himself. He had once
envied the large size, in his younger days.
"I promise not to hurt you," Qui-Gon said quietly. His mouth
began to taste the wonderfully firm skin, nipping and licking
until Obi-Wan moaned softly. His tongue flickered across a
brown nipple and it quickly hardened. Obi-Wan's hands tightened
around the Jedi Master's waist, pulling the man downwards.
"No. The bed."
They tumbled onto the soft bed in a tangle of limbs. Qui-Gon
gently pulled the legs apart and began to massage the swollen
organ with his hands, eliciting cries of pleasure and agony
from the writhing young man. Obi-Wan cried out even more when
Qui-Gon lifted his already-sensitive manhood into his warm
moist mouth and started to sip at it. The sight of his Master
...no ... Bondmate ... a strong man ... giving head was at once
surreal and deeply satisfying. Obi-Wan closed his eyes,
enjoying the sensations ...
"Obi-Wan?"
He came to, looking at Qui-Gon's concerned eyes. A hand stroked
his face, tracing the curve of his jaw. "I ... " Obi-Wan said,
embarrassed.
"You zoned out," Qui-Gon explained with a wolfish grin. He was
holding a vial of oil in his hand. "I want you to roll over
..."
Obi-wan did so. He heard Qui-Gon uncapping the vial and the
next thing he knew was a slick finger touching his anus.
Obi-Wan gasped aloud and his organ flared into life. He
squeezed his eyes shut as the finger slid further in and opened
them wide in agonized pleasure as he felt it thrust in and out.
The next half hour was a hazy blur to Obi-Wan. He only was
deeply aware of the finger, moving between his legs. There was
discomfort for a brief moment before he adapted quickly to the
small intrusion currently causing pleasure and euphoria in his
body. He alternated between gasping and sobbing, begging
Qui-Gon not to stop. He wanted it to last. He wanted to feel
the pleasure forever.
The finger slipped out and Obi-Wan whimpered, turning around to
see Qui-Gon whose face was flushed. The older man was panting
too, his lightly-furred chest heaving and covered with
perspiration.
"It's over yet," Qui-Gon shook his head. He was glad that
Anakin wasn't around. The boy was happily staying with Queen
Amidala. Qui-Gon positioned himself behind the prone trembling
body, seeing the flush of pink. Obi-Wan looked ready ... wanton
and vulnerable. All the seriousness in his face was gone,
replaced by a fevered look of arousal and pleasure. . As if he
couldn't bear it any longer, the youth spread his legs wide, a
tacit plea for Qui-Gon to satisfy the raging desire
immediately. With a soft moan, the Jedi Master eased his own
throbbing organ in and Obi-Wan arched his back like a mating
mountain feline, all glorious gold and sleek.
They moved together, Qui-Gon thrusting deep into his lover's
body. Time stopped. All they knew was the soft pulsing of the
Force. It hummed around them. As they began to move faster,
Qui-Gon experienced a fierce glow within his chest. Obi-Wan
gasped too; he felt it as well. They were merging, their
experiences and selves mingling into one single entity. The
glow spread along Qui-Gon's body and he tossed his head back,
howling in a fit of uncontrollable joy. Dimly, he heard
Obi-Wan's voice, calling out. The body in front of him
stiffened; he could feel it clench as Obi-Wan came. Qui-Gon
climaxed soon after, spurting hot liquid into the youth's body.
"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon rasped hoarsely as he carefully eased
himself out. He gathered Obi-Wan into his arms, feeling the
rapidly beating heart hammering in the man's ribcage.
"Hmmmph?" The reply was almost a purr. Obi-Wan opened one eye
sleepily.
"Bondmate ..." Qui-Gon whispered into Obi-Wan's ear and he
began to nibble the earlobe. "I love you ..."
Obi-Wan sighed, his body still tingling with the orgasm. He
closed his eyes once more and this time, tears began to flow.
Senator Palpatine drew the curtains of his apartment close and
padded silently into his antechamber where heavily powdered
courtesans waited for him. He knew that their nubile bodies
were wrapped with spider-silk, their pert breasts peering
through the sheer fabric.
Like any Force-adept, he had felt the physical joining of the
Jedi pair. Their resulting orgasms stirred him tremendously and
he licked his lips at the thought of entering one of the
courtesans as she screamed. Good.
But first, he had work to do.
He had to put on his senator's mask and bluff his way through a
series of negotiations. He would have to talk to the
representative from the planet of Lupen IV.
Then, he would contact one of his most valuable assets.
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