A Compromise was Made

by HiperBunny

Title: A Compromise was Made

Series: "Polarity"

Author: HiperBunny

Email: hiperbunny@hotmail.com,

Fandom: SW: The Phantom Menace

Paring: Obi-Wan/Qui-Gon

Rating: NC-17

Category: Slash, First Time, AU, Romance

Caveat: M/M sex, AU, true love. If you have a problem with these, run away now. Status: New; Complete

Date: Feb 15, 2000

Archive: M_A yes

feedback: yes, please

Witnesslist Category: Inadmissible in Court

Summary: Qui-Gon replies to Obi-Wan's note.

Notes: My Qui-Gonmuse always demands his own say. Did you expect anything different out of him? With a nod and a smile to Rainbow Unicorn and Philip Leong.

Thanks to Mrs. Hamill for le beta. And for telling me to LISTEN to the muses. This actually seems to help.

This isn't really a series. Just a pair of companion peices

Disclaimers: Not mine, no money. No, really. **This is not the slasher you are looking for.**

When finally between us
  A compromise was made
That we would be all things,
  One to another
Discovered, then it was,
  That acceptance of the inevitable
Makes an easier path to walk
  Out into starry destiny

--Jody Marie "Polarity"

You say you don't know how it came to this, but I do. It is through the Will of the Force, as all things between us. Could you not feel that, partner mine? The rightness and the connection- these things flow from but one source. The same source from which all life flows. But you are correct in thinking this is a huge concept to internalize. I myself have trouble coming to grips with it. Well, look at this:

I made love to my Padawan.

By all that I have known, words like those should never pass a master's lips, or touch a page. That is simply known. Unless the Order, and both parties, are aware of extenuating circumstances, such as an unusual type of bond or a clearly defined destiny, who would want to? Not that the crushes a student gets on their teacher could be anything but natural, all things considered, but- a master taking the advantage? Unthinkable.

But this? This is of the Force, I know it as well as I know my own name. The same source that brought you into my life, so young, so full of light and energy, so much the very thing I have always wanted near me. We were blind not to see it before, once you had passed your Trials, but perhaps not to our detriment. The fruit unseen upon the vine is given time to ripen, you know.

And what a lovely treat it is to find.

But as to why you were waiting- you'll never guess where I was. No, not in the Council chamber, being dressed down for the umpteen-millionth time. Neither at the Healers, where I surely should have been. I was down playing with the children. It is the habit of aging Masters with bright young Knights about them to survey the up-and-coming generation, perhaps to help select their grandPadawan-to-be.

They're so full of innocence, these young ones. You know this as well as I. You've been down here apprentice-shopping a time or two of late. Does it surprise you that I noticed? Of course I noticed, and I wanted to help you in your choice. Today, though, it finally hit me that I might be losing my partner, my best friend. That made me feel old, rather quickly.

So I played too long with the children, soaking up their youth and energy as well as these old bones can. There were two there, a brother and sister- twins, actually. They're giving the crÕche masters all sorts of fits, refusing to be separated for any reason. They know what they like, and what they like is being together. It will be a pity to watch their eventual separation when they are taken as Padawans. They are too promising for them to be refused, that much I know.

In any event, I came dragging home when I suddenly remembered we were to have dinner together. I was certain you would be pacing the floor, demanding an explanation for my thoughtlessness. I should know better than that, by now. You weren't even dressed for a night on the town. Rather, you were curled up on your favorite end of the sofa, nose in some trashy novel though skies know there's plenty of GOOD literature around the house. You give me one look and start taking care of me.

You're a wonder, Obi-Wan. How did I manage, before you came to look after me? You do spoil me, you know. At my age, I shouldn't be eating fried egg and cheese sandwiches. Nor should I be drinking that sugary punch you keep around, just to tempt me. But it's what I want, and you've never suggested that I shouldn't do exactly as I please, when I please and take you right along with me. At least, not when it would do no harm to go along with my whims.

But then you said you weren't planning on letting up on spoiling me, and something about that tone made me think of- the future. Our future. The way we get on together, and the sudden revelation that you would be happy to carry on getting along like this- indefinitely. There's only one word for that, Obi-Wan. Love. And oh how that just broke over me like the revelation to end all time. I love you. Now isn't that the damnedest thing? Then our eyes met, and I knew it was true for you as well.

For something so meaningful, neither of us were in any hurry to move things along. We're good like that, able to follow cues and rhythms between us, as if we were hardwired into each other's brains. It's conditioning, from long association, but is it any wonder that so many outsiders think we can read each other's mind? We could probably do a pretty good 'mindreader' act in a cabaret, if they ever actually *do* drum us out of the Order.

But there were things to attend to. Me to feed, and that darn muscle-tear in my foot that simply refuses to give in and heal already. Of course, I'm not resting properly, not giving it time to heal as it should- but you know that. That's why you didn't say a word, just pulled my boots off and do through the Force what I won't let nature do for me. Your fingers, though- it was not the dispassionate touch of a healer, nor the simple, caring touch of a friend. You touched me like a new lover, and I don't mind admitting that I reacted to you in just that way. I moaned.

I thought you would laugh at me, then, but you didn't. Just carried on with your work, then calmly carried that work one step further. Or should I say higher? Because my next honest recollection is of having a lapful of Obi-Wan, wriggling and warm and so very, very needful. Your mouth, the taste of you- I shall always hunger for that heat and the demanding embrace of your kiss. Then you moaned, too. You said 'Master' and I swear, if I had ever noticed how damn sexy that sounds on you, back when you were a child- I shudder to think what transgressions I might have committed.

But reflexes are odd things, especially in moments so close to the edge. Moments when you suddenly connect to the only person you think you'll ever really need in this life. So I said 'Padawan', pure habit there, and you chuckled in your throat and started pulling my clothes off.

There are occasions when you have spectacularly brilliant ideas, o my love.

Your nipples drew my mouth, like a magnet to iron. Then, then you moaned my name, breath hot against my hair, body twisting and demanding that I get ON with it, already. You pulled my hair loose from its tie, I returned the favor and you discovered one of my deepest secret: my ticklish spot.

That's okay. You've protected every other thing you've ever known about me. I think it's a risk I can stand to take.

I'm still not clear on how we made it from my chair to my bed, but somehow we did. I might have carried you, but again, I'm not sure. And we got out of our clothes along the way, though the logistics for this are also baffling. You were the flame then, attempting to consume me in your passion. I was more than willing to be sacrificed to such a needy young god. Your mouth on my cock was more than blessing enough, and the hungry moans you made around my flesh only strengthened my acceptance of your claim on me.

Your hair is silken, strong and thick, the perfect place for my fingers to hide while you pleasure me. I writhed under your ember tongue, kisses of molten gold and sweet open embrace ending all semblance of control over my need for you. Oh how I wanted you. Oh how I want you still-

I pulled you up to me, wanting, wanting and not knowing the name of my desire until your groin nestled against mine, until your cheek pressed against my chest and I knew you wished to take and claim me. So I begged you, pled for you to take what I had to offer, murmuring "Make love to me, Obi-Wan. Make love to me for all time."

And to my astonishment, you did. You opened me gently, with maddening patience while I kissed and touched you, gently oiling your shaft, pleading with broken voice to have, to be taken, to end this sudden, unexpected longing.

And finally you did end it, sweetly entering me, lying as still as a sculpture, cradled between my thighs as I gasped and struggled to adjust to your presence. And then all was right. No rank or wrong between us, no question or fear or misstep of unfamiliar territory. Just you, the best friend I have ever known, and I, one who will always cherish all that you are. No shadow of past taboos or price to be paid. Equal sharing, complete and utter surrender, give and take. On my part, I think it was mostly take.

I closed my eyes, leaned back into the pillows and levered my hips up to you, arching to feel the sweet intrusion within me. There is something unspeakably powerful about a man who will show love to another man in this way. I have craved it more than any other touch, all my life. Is it any wonder that you would give it best to me? You, the one who has given me the best of all, in all things. No wonder at all. So your presence within me was enough, more than enough, to burn the memory of this night in my mind, to be carried into the Force as my gift of life, when finally I join with it.

But your strong hands slip between us, taking up my shaft and bringing us to climax within heartbeats of one another. The sweet joy of completion transformed your expression to one of infinite beauty. I think I might have wept, had not orgasm washed all emotion into nothingness a moment later. I have no doubt that one day you will draw tears of pleasure from me, in this bed.

You're looking up from your trashy romance novel now, probably wondering why I'm taking so much time with my morning mail. That's all right, I like it when you wonder. I'm thinking we might want to spend the morning with the kids, just to keep my energy up. You really should meet the twins. They're darling children, and you'd be a wonderful master for one of them. Of course, Darin seems easily frustrated, and given to sniveling at times. Dora's a little spitfire, when it comes to getting things done. More my speed, that girl is. Darin would do better with your patience and willingness to see both sides of any given situation. Maybe between the two of us, we can come up with some kind of solution for these two.

Maybe between the two of us, we ARE the solution.

I'll not be counting on that, though. I AM an old man, and certainly don't need to spend another decade chasing after a youngster. And looking at you this morning, there's only one youngster I have any heart to chase after anyway. Maybe the kids should keep till after lunch. After all, last night I made love to my Padawan.

And he made love to me.