Daen

by Yvette yvette@ecn.net.au



Archive: M-A, yes

Category: Angst, First Time, Obi-Wan/Other

Rating: M (pretty mild, mostly suggested)

Spoilers: None - Obi-Wan is just short of his twentieth birthday.

Summary: Obi-Wan loses his virginity.

Notes: It's probably best if you read the first story in this series, entitled 'The Lie', otherwise some references in this story may not make any sense. You don't have to, though. Similarly, you don't have to send feedback, although I'd certainly appreciate it if you did.

BTW, for those of you who didn't read The Lie, picture Daen as a cross between Methos and Alex Krycek. Tall, short dark hair, green eyes. Gorgeous.

This story would not be what it is without some excellent beta. So my deep and heartfelt thanks go to SithDragon, who always thinks about the series, Malissa who has a in-built 'cliche radar', and isn't afraid to use it, and Fern, who always amazes me by picking up a zillion spelling and gramatical errors that I was sure I'd found.



"Who will you ask, Obi-Wan?" Pro-Hon sounded worried when he asked the question, but Obi-Wan Kenobi knew the worry had nothing to do with his choice and everything to do with Pro-Hon's.

"I think the important question is, who will you ask, Pro-Hon?" Obi-Wan teased. Pro-Hon had been agonizing over just this question for years. Well before any of his friends had even spared the matter a thought, Pro-Hon was already speculating and fretting over his eventual decision, and his nervousness had grown over time.

"This is a terrible way to do this, you know."

Pro-Hon sounded distracted. He had made that same comment any number of ways over the past four years.

"It's not mandatory, Pro-Hon."

All of Pro-Hon's friends had made the same response any number of times in the past years. It was more custom than anything else, and a good third of the Padawans would decide against following the custom. It didn't make Pro-Hon's worried frown decrease any, and Obi-Wan shrugged slightly as he turned his attention back to the Salle, where a number of Jedi were practicing.

The custom they were speaking of was one that had been practiced for over a thousand years in the Jedi Temple. Any Jedi reaching the age of maturity could ask another Jedi to be their first lover. There were a number of reasons why this was a popular practice. While many Jedi spent the majority of their time outside the Temple, close friendships with outsiders were rare. And, contrary to popular belief, the Council laid down no laws regarding the sex lives of Padawans, Knights or Masters. They did, however, see the benefits of having a system in place where a Padawan could ask a more senior Jedi to introduce him or her to sexual pleasure. It could be a confusing time for the Temple apprentices, and this was one way of ensuring their safety, both physically and emotionally.

Some Padawans made the choice from amongst their peers. Some waited, for reasons of cultural belief or personal choice. Pro-Hon came from a race of people who placed a great deal of importance on the act of losing one's virginity. For others, like Obi-Wan Kenobi, it would be a significant event in their lives, but there was no ritual or deeper cultural belief attached to the process.

Obi-Wan shifted slightly against the wall. He and Pro-Hon were waiting for the current pair of sparring partners to finish so that they could get in some lightsaber practice. As the sabers swirled and clashed in front of him, Obi-Wan found himself thinking, once again, about the subject Pro-Hon had raised.

For a time, Obi-Wan had considered asking Valerin to be his first. They were good friends, after all, and the flirting that began a couple of years ago had become more serious over the passage of time. They had kissed several times, their make-out sessions each time going a little further. Valerin was older than Obi-Wan, and had become sexually active a couple of years ago. Obi-Wan knew Valerin wanted to be his first.

But then Xera had asked Valerin to be her first. The Padawan was the same age as Obi-Wan, and she had suffered a crush on Valerin for years. Valerin had discussed the matter with Obi-Wan, and the two had argued about it.

"I'm going to turn her down, Obi-Wan!" Valerin's voice showed his frustration and incomprehension.

"It's your choice to make, Val. All I'm saying is that I can't ask you now, no matter what you decide to do with Xera. Either way it would hurt her too much if we became lovers as well." Obi-Wan was firm.

Valerin threw up his hands in disgust.

"Wonderful. You're punishing me because of something someone else wants! How fair is that, Obi-Wan?"

"It's not a question of fairness, Valerin. In any case, I'd been having doubts about us going all the way."

Val raised an eyebrow sardonically.

"Oh, really? I don't recall hearing about any doubts two nights ago, Obi-Wan. As I remember it, you seemed pretty enthusiastic about the whole thing, then."

Obi-Wan flushed.

"I like kissing you. And I'm not saying we can never be lovers. You just can't be my first, that's all. It would hurt Xera terribly and I'm not prepared to do that."

Valerin had pushed harder, but Obi-Wan remained firm. Eventually his friend had stalked out, angry, and Obi-Wan had known exactly what Val was going to do. In a fit of pique, he had accepted Xera's request, and the two had virtually disappeared for the next two days. The stars in Xera's eyes when they reappeared gave Obi-Wan some serious misgivings, but he kept them to himself. Xera was already in love with Valerin. There was nothing Obi-Wan could do but keep a low profile. He had taken to hanging out with Pro-Hon, which was what brought them here today, to do some lightsaber training.

"They're finished - let's go."

Obi-Wan glanced over to find that the sparring pair had completed their session. He followed Pro-Hon onto the mat and took a deep breath to clear his mind before they began. Within seconds thoughts of Valerin and Xera faded into the background as he leapt to the attack.








The room was quiet as Obi-Wan finished keying in the message he had been mentally composing for the better part of a month, and sent it. Qui-Gon Jinn was reading on one of the armchairs in the main room, and Obi-Wan found his calm presence very soothing. He was nervous. Reasonably, he couldn't expect an immediate answer to his request, but he hated waiting. He rose from the chair and went into his bedroom to meditate. The answer would come. And even if it was a refusal, at least he would know then.

His lightsaber practice with Pro-Hon had been interrupted when his Master had entered the Salle. They had been ordered to Minoro to attend the Trade talks, and within an hour had been aboard the shuttle that had bought them to this most beautiful of planets.

The Talks were scheduled to last a month, and there was really little for the Jedi to do but show a presence. This was one of the rare, easy assignments. No doubt Master Yoda had his own reasons for sending one of the most experienced Jedi negotiators on an assignment a first year Knight could have completed without breaking a sweat. Whatever the ancient Jedi Master's reasoning, though, Obi-Wan certainly appreciated the break.

The planet was beautiful. Minoro retained close ties with the Jedi Council, and treated the Jedi extremely well whenever they had cause to be on the planet. The Talks were rather tedious, that was true, but his Master had not insisted they attend all of them, or even all the social events. That left quite a bit of 'down time' for Obi-Wan to catch up on his studies, and Qui-Gon to catch up on his own research and correspondence. It was a peaceful time indeed, and Obi-Wan knew it was a perfect opportunity to take care of some personal business.

Like taking his first lover.

More than an hour later, a calmer Obi-Wan emerged from his room, feeling much improved for his meditation. Qui-Gon Jinn was sitting where he had left him, still engrossed in a text on inter-species treatises. There was a message waiting for Obi-Wan on his reader, and the Padawan could feel his heart-rate spike when he saw the blinking light. He sat down at the desk, keyed in his personal password, and quickly read the message that appeared.

__Obi-Wan -

__Council have granted me leave to visit Minoro.
__I will be there in two days, and I would be truly
__honored to grant your request.

__Daen.



Obi-Wan Kenobi smiled.

After making two cups of tea, he told his Master.

Qui-Gon frowned when he heard the news.

"A holiday? It will be quite dull for him here, I would think. You and I will be attending the talks, after all."

"But only during the days, Master. You said yourself we needn't attend all the social events." The eagerness in Obi-Wan's reply was enough to make Qui-Gon feel uneasy.

"Hm," he said, noncommittal. Giving every appearance of having returned his attention back to his data pad, Qui-Gon pondered the news he'd been given. Daen had been his lover many years ago, when they were both far younger, and they had been good friends ever since. But there was no mistaking the close friendship that seemed to have grown between his Padawan and his former lover. The two swapped letters frequently, and Qui-Gon remembered, with growing apprehension, the week they had spent entirely alone on Telamarin.

Surely Daen wouldn't be planning on taking his relationship with Obi-Wan any further? Obi-Wan was preparing for bed, and Qui-Gon nodded with a preoccupied grunt as he was bid goodnight. Daen was probably just looking for some relaxing downtime with some friends. Maybe there would be some mild flirting; as Daen found flirting as natural as breathing. There would be nothing more, though. After all, Obi-Wan was just a boy.








Much of Obi-Wan's nervousness disappeared when Daen finally arrived. The good-looking Jedi swept him off his feet in a hug and it was clear that he was pleased to see Obi-Wan again. Daen's stunning good looks attracted several glances from around the busy loading bay. Obi-Wan noted the obvious interest Daen's arrival had garnered. From the glint in Daen's laughing green eyes it was clear that he had noticed too.

Obi-Wan grabbed Daen's bags and took him to the rooms they had been allocated. It was a suite with three bedrooms. Spacious, airy, equipped with a sitting room, private bathrooms for each bedroom, and a kitchenette, the rooms were beautifully furnished and boasted a quite spectacular view.



"Wow."

Daen shrugged off his robe and tossed it untidily on a chair, not even noticing when Obi-Wan picked it up and folded it neatly with a rueful smile. The older Jedi explored the suite with the enthusiasm of someone much younger than his thirty-six years.

Obi-Wan took off his own robe, draped it neatly on top of Daen's and sat down on one of the other chairs. Daen's gleeful shout from the bathroom upon discovering the hospitality toiletries brought a chuckle to the Padawan.

"You know, Daen, anyone could be forgiven for thinking you'd never stayed anywhere nice before."

Daen emerged from the bathroom and threw himself on the sofa opposite Obi-Wan.

"Anyone would be right, Obi-Wan. It's only Jedi like Qui-Gon who get the easy assignments, you know. The rest of us poor bastards have to make do with a bed-roll and a tin of dried kalfa if we're lucky."

Obi-Wan laughed.

"You're right, Daen. Let's see, a civil war on Uven, pirates on Corellia, mining disputes on Hoth - yeah, we get all the easy assignments!"

"Just where is His Quig-ness, anyway?"

Obi-Wan chucked a cushion at him.

"He's still with the Minister - and don't let him hear you calling him that. You know he hates it."

Daen snorted disrespectfully and rested his head back on the cushioned couch with a loud sigh of relief.

"Get me a drink would you, Obi-Wan?"

The lazy command had Obi-Wan on his feet automatically, before the Padawan turned to glare at him.

"I'm not your Padawan, Daen."

"And thank the Force for that." Daen's tone was mild but there was a wealth of meaning in the green eyes.

Obi-Wan fought a blush at the intimacy in Daen's gaze, and headed for the kitchen. He could hear Daen's chuckle behind him and realized the older Jedi had seen straight through his show of nonchalance. Obi-Wan removed the lids from two bottles and returned to the main room, determined to gain back some of his dignity. He handed one of the bottles to Daen before taking a seat opposite him. Daen gave him a long, considering look.

"You know, I had a moment of doubt when I first read your message, Obi-Wan. The boy I remembered was very young and quite shy. I could tell from your letters that you've grown up quite a bit over the past two years, and I can see some fairly major differences in you now, too."

The young man raised an eyebrow in query.

"Like what?"

"You move differently. The first time I met you, you were completely oblivious of the effect that gorgeous body of yours was having on most of the people around you. Something's changed."

That Obi-Wan didn't blush when Daen made his outrageous comment told the older Jedi more than words could. Someone had given Obi-Wan this confidence.

Obi-Wan shrugged.

"I guess things might have changed a little."

There was a glimmer of smugness in the mild tone, but Obi-Wan couldn't disguise the cheeky grin that was threatening to form.

Daen matched it, with an eyebrow raised thoughtfully.

"Really? So who's the lucky Padawan?"

The grin was a full-blown smirk now.

"What makes you think it's a Padawan? I could be having it off with Master Yoda for all you know."

They both sniggered at the thought, and Daen's eyes traversed Obi-Wan's body very, very slowly as he pondered the cheeky comment.

"If it were a Knight or a Master, then Qui-Gon would definitely have said something in his letters to me. As it was, he's only commented on the fact that you've been too busy over the past few years to make new friends. So let's see, there was Valerin, and Pro-Hon, and that shy little redhead - Xera? I can't imagine you would have stooped as low as that blonde bitch, but we can add her to the list too, if you like."

Obi-Wan grinned.

"Pro-Hon and his Master just got ordered to somewhere in the Outer Rim. It's killing him because he's been stressing about his own first time for years. They've been given two weeks to prepare, so suddenly there's a time limit to making his choice. It's probably a good thing - all that agonizing can't have been good for him. Xera's spent most of the past three years in D'Pesh, training to be a healer. She and her Master only spend a few months a year at the Temple. Arista is still around, somewhere."

Daen noted the obvious exclusion.

"Valerin, then? Well, you've got good taste, at least. Dark hair, blue eyes, great ass, right?"

Daen took another sip from his bottle and noted the very faint flush from Obi-Wan when he had mentioned Valerin's ass. Obi-Wan took a long swallow of his own before replying.

"Valerin and I are pretty good friends."

"But you turned him down when he offered to be your first."

Obi-Wan looked surprised.

"How did you--?"

"Your body language tells me you've done some experimenting, but not as much as he wanted you to. Am I right?"

"Yes. And I'd like to point out that smugness is definitely not considered a becoming trait in a Jedi Master, Daen." There was a familiar devilish glint in Obi-Wan's eyes that Daen enjoyed immensely.

"So how far have you gone, Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan gave him an innocent look.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because if I'm to continue your education, I need to know exactly what stage you're up to," he replied smoothly.

Obi-Wan shifted in his chair, clearly aroused but just as clearly trying for some degree of composure.

"Well, we've kissed."

Daen simply raised an eyebrow.

"And, there's been some ... ah, heavy petting?"

In other circumstances this conversation would have been intensely amusing, but Obi-Wan's distinctive accent and the cheeky glint in his eyes were doing quite amazing things to Daen's body.

"Heavy petting could mean any number of things, Obi-Wan. Tell me exactly."

Absently, Daen noted for future reference the positive effect his 'command voice' had on Obi-Wan. The Padawan's pupils had dilated to the point where they were almost entirely black.

"Well, we've kissed .... everywhere. Almost."

The afterthought had Daen laughing outright.

"Almost everywhere?"

"Yeah. The bedroom, the lounge-room. Not the kitchen, though."

Daen threw a cushion at him.

Obi-Wan caught it easily and chucked it back. Daen's laughter died down as he leaned forward again, very much on the attack.

"So you've been naked together?"

Obi-Wan was blushing now, and it was beautiful to see.

"Not exactly. Ah, we've ... well, we've kissed with just our leggings on. You know ... um, naked on top? And he's ... I mean, I've ..." Obi-Wan took a deep breath then, obviously battling natural shyness and intense desire.

"He's touched me; skin to skin, I mean. I didn't want to get naked, so he put his hand down the front of my ...um, leggings. I never actually touched him ... you know, directly, but he ... ah, rubbed against me. It was kind of nice, actually."

Obi-Wan was leaning forward in his seat now, and the two of them were mere inches from each other. Daen was almost uncomfortably turned on by Obi-Wan's shy recitation of his sexual experience to date, and he leaned in closer to kiss Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan clearly had the same thought, because his gaze dropped to Daen's mouth and his own parted slightly in anticipation.

"Daen, I see you arrived safely."

At the sound of Qui-Gon's voice, Obi-Wan's head snapped up reflexively and his chin hit Daen under the nose with an audible thunk. Daen yelped in pain and one hand went to his aching nose as he looked up to see Qui-Gon watching them both with barely concealed amusement.

"Ow."

Obi-Wan rubbed his chin and looked embarrassed. Daen was annoyed.

"Nice timing, Qui-Gon. Do you always find it necessary to sneak up on your Padawan like some peeping Tom?" The question was asked in the sweetest of tones, and Qui-Gon did nothing more than raise an eyebrow and ignore it.

"Well, Padawan - it looks like there'll be three for dinner this evening."

Obi-Wan stood, very obviously recalled to his duties.

"Yes, Master."

Daen watched with ill-concealed interest at the way Obi-Wan seemed to forget his very existence in the presence of his Master. Qui-Gon took his robe off and Obi-Wan was there to collect it, and hang it up. The Padawan scooped up his own robe and Daen's and hung them up also as Qui-Gon sat in the seat they had been on.

Daen watched as Obi-Wan glanced at his Master's tired features, frowned slightly, and then went into the kitchen. Short minutes later he returned with a cup of something hot and steaming, which he put on the table beside Qui-Gon. The Jedi Master's eyes were still closed from sheer weariness, but he smiled at the scent of the cup on the table beside him.

"Thank you, Padawan."

Obi-Wan smiled, then knelt on the floor and began to remove Qui-Gon's boots. Daen gazed open-mouthed at the unconsciously erotic picture before him. Obi-Wan quickly removed the boots and put them just inside the doorway to his Master's bedroom. He went into the kitchen, and moments later was preparing the evening meal. The very domesticity of the scene touched a nerve in Daen and he frowned.

"It's easier to let him fuss over me. Arguing about it has little effect, other than to make him all the more insistent on coddling me in other ways. My Padawan is nothing if not determined." There was wry amusement in Qui-Gon's expression as Daen's gaze met the calm blue eyes.

Daen sighed. "The Council have been at me again to take a Padawan. It seems a millennia since I was one myself, and Master Horlath was hardly active on missions. She loathed having anyone in her space, and most of my training was done by the Masters in the Temple. I find it difficult to comprehend how any apprentice would benefit from serving me."

If Qui-Gon noticed the change of subject he didn't give any indication.

"You had to break tradition and take your trials as a Master before you took a Padawan, didn't you?" There was humour in Qui-Gon's tone.

Daen sighed.

"Master Yoda made it clear that I would have to pay the price eventually, but it seemed I'd have plenty of time. And after all, the assignments I've had of late have hardly been the type one can take an apprentice on, Qui-Gon. I don't know if I'm ready to take on the responsibility of a young Jedi. I knew nothing at age 13, little more at 36. I don't know why the Council is pushing so hard."

Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow enquiringly.

"Perhaps you should ask them. And as I recall, I was absolutely terrified the first few months I had my first Padawan. I would happily have wrapped her in cotton wool if I could have. You'll learn to cope."

Daen's eyes followed Obi-Wan's form as the Padawan efficiently set the table in the dining area.

"You've certainly done well out of Obi-Wan."

The corner of Qui-Gon's mouth quirked ruefully.

"My Padawan is far from perfect, Daen - but I would not trade one moment of his time with me. You should do as the Council says, take an apprentice of your own. You'll see what I'm talking about."

Daen rolled his eyes.

"This has to be some kind of record - Qui-Gon Jinn recommending someone actually follow the Council's edicts? What is the universe coming to?"

Qui-Gon rose from his chair, the enticing smells from the kitchenette letting him know that dinner was almost ready.

"Very amusing, Daen. Now, I read your report on the Yavin situation. What do you think of the measures the Senate has put into place?"

The meal was extremely pleasant. Qui-Gon and Daen did most of the talking - mainly catching up on news since they had last met. Obi-Wan interjected with the occasional dry comment, and had them laughing a couple of times. As usual, a rather heated debate sprang up between Daen and Qui-Gon which they both enjoyed immensely.

Daen found himself thinking about when they had been lovers. Even then, they had been so different, but it was more obvious now. Qui-Gon, with his measured, logical arguments - Daen with his outrageous comments and rank innuendo. Anyone could be forgiven for thinking it was Daen who was considered the rebel of the Jedi Order, and not Qui-Gon.

They lingered over the meal, Obi-Wan joining in the conversation more now as it turned to more personal things. The Jedi Council, the Temple, which Padawans had made Knight, which Knights had made Master.

It was several hours before Daen gave a yawn, and decided it was time to get some sleep. Obi-Wan had cleared the table a while ago, and the two Jedi rose from it now to walk with Daen to his bedroom door.

"I need some sleep. That transport may have brought me here in two days, but it was three days without a bed. And after that last mission, I need to crash for about a week."

The doorway to the bedroom was already open and Daen stopped just in front of it. He glanced at Qui-Gon, and then at Obi-Wan who was standing politely at his Master's side.

"Thanks for dinner, Qui-Gon. I'll talk to you tomorrow, no doubt."

"No doubt. And don't thank me for dinner, Daen - it was Obi-Wan who prepared it."

Daen grinned at the trap Qui-Gon had so neatly fallen into. He reached out, snagged Obi-Wan by the tunic, and hauled the Padawan into the bedroom with him.

"Then I'll have to thank him personally. Goodnight, Qui-Gon!" A swipe with one booted foot and the door closed on Qui-Gon's surprised frown.

Obi-Wan winced.

"That was rude."

Daen took the younger man in his arms without further delay.

"I don't care."

He leaned down then and kissed Obi-Wan. There was nothing tentative or gentle about this kiss - it was pure possession. Obi-Wan leaned into Daen's arms naturally, his own going around the broad shoulders to pull Daen closer as his mouth opened and accepted Daen's tongue. They kissed for a long time, Obi-Wan's hands carding through his hair as he was kissed back with all the passion that had been building since that morning.

They broke for breath after a while, but remained twinned together.

"Stay with me, Obi-Wan."

"I can't ..."

Daen kissed him again, then, and Obi-Wan responded enthusiastically. The taste of Padawan was fast becoming addictive, and Daen didn't want to let him go.

On the other side of the door, Qui-Gon Jinn paced the main room, stopping occasionally to glare at the door that separated him from his Padawan. He tried sitting down at the desk to work, only to thrust aside the pad unread as the sheer silence got to him. What the hell was Daen thinking, leading Obi-Wan on like that? Obi-Wan was just a boy, and Daen ... well, Daen was practically a satyr, preying on innocent Padawans.

So it was only a few kisses. There was nothing wrong with that, except Obi-Wan was too young. Qui-Gon ignored his own arousal, ignored the mental images of Obi-Wan in his - no, Daen's arms. Not his arms. He was practically ... well, he was Obi-Wan's Master, and Obi-Wan was just a child and there was something very wrong about a man of his years thinking about his Padawan in that fashion. At least he never gave any indication of his occasional lapse to Obi-Wan. Not like Daen - practically pawing the boy whenever he walked past.

There was a soft murmur of voices on the other side of the door and Qui-Gon went cold inside. What if Daen convinced Obi-Wan to go further than a couple of kisses? It wasn't to be borne. He strode to the bedroom door and yanked it open to reveal a sight he instantly loathed. Obi-Wan in Daen's embrace - looking as though he'd been born there, the two of them kissing like there was no tomorrow.

Obi-Wan broke off the kiss and pushed Daen away slightly. He was flushed and slightly breathless, and his mouth was kiss-swollen. He was the most desirable sight Qui-Gon Jinn had ever laid eyes on. The Jedi Master banked that thought down instantly, though, and anger took it's place immediately. He was inwardly impressed by his own even tones as he spoke.

"I gave you a respite from the talks today so that you could meet Daen's transport, Obi-Wan, but you are expected to attend tomorrow. I think perhaps you should get some sleep, Padawan."

Obi-Wan immediately looked guilty.

"Yes, Master." He glanced briefly at Daen, then again at his Master, and then back at Daen. The Padawan clearly had no idea how to extricate himself from this strange situation, so he simply muttered a quick 'see you later, Daen', before ducking under his Master's arm and disappearing into his own bedroom.

Daen crossed his arms and looked at Qui-Gon with one eyebrow raised. Qui-Gon ignored the implied challenge, and gave a brief and deliberately insincere smile.

"Goodnight, Daen."

He stepped back from the door and watched it close with satisfaction. He and Obi-Wan on one side, Daen on the other. The way it should be.








Obi-Wan was bored. He shifted restlessly in his seat, trying hard to maintain an air of concentrated attention. From the frown his Master shot in his direction, it wasn't working. The Trade Minister had been talking for the past hour and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. The Minister spoke in a loud, steady drone, and did little more than repeat the points he'd already made several times during the talks. Obi-Wan glanced up at his Master and wondered for the hundredth time how Qui-Gon managed to always look so interested, despite the stupefying dullness of the speeches.

His mind wandered again, as it had done many times that day. The Minister's speech faded into the background, and instead Obi-Wan was back in Daen's arms, being kissed again. The fact that Daen was gorgeous, intelligent and funny was a major bonus, but deep down Obi-Wan knew that it was Daen's position that was the biggest turn-on.

Face it. If he couldn't have his Master, then he would have the next best thing. Let Qui-Gon see that another Jedi Master found him desirable. Many of the Jedi chose a life of celibacy, but what irked Obi-Wan was that his Master had made the choice so late in life. Obi-Wan knew that Qui-Gon and Daen had been lovers more than a decade ago. Why couldn't he have waited just a little longer to espouse celibacy - until Obi-Wan was old enough to seduce him, at least?

His feelings for Qui-Gon were nothing new. His love for his Master had remained constant throughout the years, simply changing form as the years passed. Daen's arrival reminded Obi-Wan of a time when he'd suffered a rather painful crush on his Master. It was Daen who had helped him through that crisis.

After that time, Qui-Gon had changed the nature of their relationship. Obi-Wan now felt far more like an equal partner on their missions, with Qui-Gon sharing the details of their brief with him before departing. Qui-Gon invited Obi-Wan's opinion, and they would frequently spend time discussing the Padawan's observations and feelings about the mission.

Gradually, Obi-Wan began to know the man behind the Jedi title. He came to appreciate that at his very core, Qui-Gon Jinn was an honourable and just man. That despite his outward stubbornness, his unwillingness to blindly follow the code, and his frequent clashes of opinion with the Council, Qui-Gon Jinn never lost sight of the fact that he was here to serve.

Obi-Wan learned other things about his Master, too. Like the fact that Qui-Gon loved cold bamin brew and hated getting his hair wet. That his fondness for watching the sun rise stemmed from the fact that he came from a planet whose triple satellites meant that the sun shone constantly. That he could wear a tunic until it was virtually dropping from his body, but was surprisingly self-indulgent when it came to purchasing comfortable and attractive boots. That he was possessed of the most beautiful pair of cool blue eyes Obi-Wan had ever seen.

The Padawan shifted uncomfortably again, missing the quick glance from his Master. He wondered, with a stab of disgust, why it was that with the time and opportunity to allow his thoughts to wander, he was thinking not of the man who would become his first lover, but of his Master.

The break for lunch came at long last, and there were varied expressions of relief throughout the room. The Minster in charge of the talks had wisely announced a full hour-long break, and the delegates were now flooding out of the main room and into the giant anteroom where lunch would be served.

Obi-Wan walked at his Master's side obediently.

"I must talk with the Minister, Obi-Wan. You may have your lunch in the gardens if you wish."

"Yes, Master."

"Don't be late, Padawan."

Obi-Wan grinned up at his Master briefly before departing the hall. The thought of some fresh air after the morning's talks was irresistible.







"Mmmmmm."

Obi-Wan's hedonistic pleasure at the simple fare he'd been fed from Daen's hand went a long way towards Daen's own enjoyment of the meal. Daen had waylaid Obi-Wan as soon as the Padawan had left the main building for the luncheon break. He'd arranged a picnic basket and the two had eaten their way through the fresh bread and cold meats before Daen began feeding Obi-Wan from the tray of fruit.

"Like it?"

Obi-Wan's eyes were closed but the lazy smile on his face said more than words could.

"Mmm hmmm."

The hazel eyes opened then, and Obi-Wan turned his head to look up at Daen. His smile was an invitation and one Daen had no problem accepting. The Jedi Master leaned in and traced Obi-Wan's lips with his tongue, pulling back when Obi-Wan's mouth opened and he tried to deepen the kiss. He continued with teasing kisses until Obi-Wan got too frustrated to wait. With a Force assisted shove, the Padawan rolled Daen over onto his back, with Obi-Wan on top. This time Obi-Wan controlled the kiss, and his assault on Daen's mouth left no doubt of his enthusiasm. Their tongues entwined and Daen's hands came up to massage Obi-Wan's backside as the younger man began to thrust against him.

Eventually Obi-Wan had to pull back, dragging air into deprived lungs. Daen smiled fondly at his enthusiasm and thought briefly that he would have to be careful when they did finally make love. Obi-Wan was liable to break something in his eagerness. Obi-Wan traced Daen's mouth with one finger before leaning in for another quick kiss.

"Nice lunch."

Daen laughed at the implied compliment and reached up to pull Obi-Wan back down. Their mouths met again, and they kissed for a long time.

The chiming of the session bell startled them both out of their haze of pleasure. The bell meant that the delegates were taking their seats for the next session. Obi-Wan was late.

"Oh, Sith!" he moaned, pushing himself off Daen's body and reaching over for his robe which had been discarded earlier. "Qui-Gon will kill me."

Daen remained where he was, watching Obi-Wan's frantic attempts to brush stray leaves and dirt from his robe with mild amusement.

"No he won't. Not in public, anyway. Just make sure you look calm and presentable when you go inside. It doesn't look good to have a Jedi breathless and flushed."

It was good advice. Obi-Wan dropped a brief kiss on Daen's mouth before rising.

"Thanks for lunch!"

Qui-Gon took his seat in the hall with a serene facade that gave no indication of his annoyance. Obi-Wan was late. His Padawan entered the hall at that moment and took his seat by his Master calmly. Outwardly, Obi-Wan gave no indication of being at all rushed, and few of the delegates even noticed his tardy arrival.

Qui-Gon spared him only the briefest cold glance before turning his attention back to the talks. The Minister for Trade had begun to speak, and Qui-Gon knew from experience that he was unlikely to yield the floor in anything less than two hours.

The Jedi sat through the session in silence, having nothing to contribute at this stage of the talks. Nearly three hours later the delegates were invited to stretch their legs, and partake of brief refreshments. As they all moved towards the outer rooms, Qui-Gon also rose. With the attention of the delegates elsewhere, Qui-Gon reached over and plucked a small twig which was caught in Obi-Wan's Padawan braid. The guilty flush on Obi-Wan's face was evidence enough that he'd felt his Master's severe displeasure. Qui-Gon gave him a long, cold look.

"You may remain here, Obi-Wan. Perhaps you should read the transcript of Minister Strlln's talk since you seemed to have so much trouble attending to it when it was presented."

Qui-Gon stalked off to the outer rooms, leaving Obi-Wan looking after him with dismay.








Qui-Gon Jinn's eyes hardened just fractionally when he and his Padawan returned to their suite. Daen Koran was comfortably ensconced on one of the armchairs. Obi-Wan saw the look on his Master's face, and wisely refrained from greeting Daen. Instead, he simply nodded politely, and went to his room to get a start on the work his Master had detailed for him on their way back from the session.

Qui-Gon sat down in the other armchair and crossed his arms.

"I would appreciate if it you'd leave Obi-Wan alone, Daen. The boy's concentration has been virtually non-existent since you arrived."

Daen put his legs up on the table, crossing them at the ankles.

"Leave him alone? I came halfway across the Galaxy to spend some time with him, Qui-Gon. If Obi-Wan isn't concentrating, perhaps it's your teaching that's at fault."

Qui-Gon could almost feel his hackles rising.

"What are you talking about? You haven't seen Obi-Wan for three years, Daen. I find it hard to believe you'd travel three days for a few kisses from a teenager."

Daen frowned at Qui-Gon's comment. It was obvious that Obi-Wan hadn't told his Master why he'd invited Daen to Minoro. This could get difficult.

"Obi-Wan and I have kept in contact since our time on Telamarin, Qui-Gon - you know that. And while it's really none of your business, our relationship is going to go a lot further than a few kisses. He's not a boy anymore, Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan will be twenty very soon. It's time you stopped seeing him as the thirteen year old Padawan you took as an Apprentice."

Qui-Gon's mouth thinned dangerously, and there was a flash of anger in the blue eyes.

"I don't need you to tell me how old Obi-Wan is, Daen. The point is, you're hardly a suitable companion for him, and as his Master, I am concerned that his attention is not on the mission."

Daen removed his feet from the table, and stood. There was no doubting his own anger, as he made no attempt to hide it.

"You and I aren't lovers anymore, Qui-Gon. We haven't been lovers for a very long time. There's no law forbidding me to sleep with both the Master and the Apprentice. And Obi-Wan's attention span is your concern, not mine."

Qui-Gon looked furious as he too stood.

"Our past relationship has nothing to do with this."

"Then why am I not a suitable lover for Obi-Wan?"

His use of the term lover had Qui-Gon seeing red, but the Jedi Master was unable to come up with an answer. The very thought of Obi-Wan in Daen's arms was enough to make him lose all reason, but there was no logical argument against Daen pursuing a relationship with Obi-Wan. The silence stretched for a moment as Qui-Gon glared at Daen, fury emanating from every pore of his body.

"Master?"

Both Masters spun around at the sound of Obi-Wan's voice. The Padawan was frowning slightly, but it was clear from his expression that he hadn't heard enough of the argument to understand what was going on.

"What is it, Padawan?" Qui-Gon's question was brusque.

Obi-Wan looked surprised.

"You wanted to go over the talks today so that I could transcribe the important parts for your report to the Council, Master."

Qui-Gon gave a short nod, his gaze back on Daen.

"Of course, Padawan. We'll have to ask Master Koran to excuse us this evening - we have a lot of work to do."

Daen gave a short, silent laugh at Qui-Gon's formality, and his very obvious attempt to keep him away from Obi-Wan. He bowed his head mockingly at the Jedi Master, before moving past him to where Obi-Wan stood. When he reached the Padawan, he leaned in and gave Obi-Wan a brief but thorough kiss.

"Perhaps we can have breakfast together, Obi-Wan?"

Obi-Wan smiled.

"Only if you're not cooking."

Daen grinned back.

"I'll take you out - there's a nice looking place just a few streets from here that does breakfast. First thing tomorrow, all right?"

Obi-Wan glanced over at his Master for permission. Qui-Gon was watching them both and his expression was cold. The pleased smile on Obi-Wan's face turned into a worried frown. Clearly he was wondering what he had done to offend his Master.

Qui-Gon watched the smile disappear and hated himself for destroying Obi-Wan's pleasure. With an effort, he gave a small smile and a nod of permission.

Obi-Wan still looked confused, but there was relief as well as pleasure in his eyes as he glanced back at Daen.

"Tomorrow, then."

Daen dropped a final kiss on the bridge of Obi-Wan's nose, and disappeared into his bedroom.




"Why didn't you tell Qui-Gon?" Daen asked his question after their breakfast had been served and eaten.

Obi-Wan wouldn't meet Daen's eyes. The busy café around them made it impossible for anyone to overhear their conversation, and Obi-Wan kept his gaze firmly on the table in front of him.

"Obi-Wan." There was warning in the firm tone.

Obi-Wan grimaced, glanced up and immediately looked away.

"I couldn't."

"Why not?" Outwardly they gave the picture of serenity and calm - two Jedi lingering over coffee. No one would have known that Obi-Wan had tensed up upon hearing his Master's name.

"I don't know." Obi-Wan met Daen's eyes then, and there was a stubborn set to his mouth. Daen ignored it.

"Well then perhaps you're not quite as mature as I thought you were. Perhaps we should put this whole thing off until you're grown up enough to have an adult conversation with your Master."

The cool green eyes were hard as Obi-Wan finally met Daen's gaze.

"It's not about me - it's about him. I don't want to hurt him."

Daen sighed, and crossed his arms.

"I see." The flat statement implied a whole lot more and Obi-Wan bristled defensively.

"No you don't. I don't mean it would hurt him because he wants me himself - I know he doesn't. What I mean is it would hurt him that I did this without discussing it with him. That you've been here two days and I never said anything."

Daen's expression softened fractionally.

"And why didn't you tell him?"

It was Obi-Wan's turn to sigh as he shook his head and looked away.

"You know why. He may not want me but that doesn't stop me wanting him. I'll be twenty years old in a couple of months, Daen. Do me a favor and don't tell me this is just a crush, okay?"

Daen raised an eyebrow.

"I think you're mistaking me for Qui-Gon. I don't have any experience with teenage angst." The tone was insulting.

Obi-Wan's mouth thinned in anger and he rose from his seat.

"I'm going back to the suite. This was obviously a mistake - I should have asked Valerin. Goodbye Daen." He turned to leave.

"Sit down, Obi-Wan." Daen's voice was even.

Obi-Wan glanced back just the once.

"Fuck you, Daen." He walked out of the café.










The next four days were interesting. Qui-Gon had looked annoyed when Daen presented Obi-Wan with a single, long-stemmed rose in silent apology for their argument. The Jedi Master clearly disliked the undercurrents he could sense between Obi-Wan and Daen, and the pleased smile on Obi-Wan's face only served to feed his ire.

Daen had spent much of the day following the breakfast meditating. He had been tempted just to leave the planet, but his friendship with both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon was too important to lose.

He wanted Obi-Wan, and he knew Obi-Wan was attracted to him as well. He also knew that Qui-Gon Jinn wouldn't make a move on his virginal Padawan if his life depended on it. But he silently disagreed with Obi-Wan as to the reason. Qui-Gon appeared to Daen to be in a constant state of denial. From the very occasional, extremely brief glances Daen had caught, it was clear that Qui-Gon was sexually attracted to his Padawan. And who could blame him? Obi-Wan was a beautiful young man. But Qui-Gon's words and actions convinced Daen that the Jedi Master still thought of his Padawan as a boy. Even if Qui-Gon were aware of Obi-Wan's feelings for him, he would probably write them off as a crush.

Over the past four days Qui-Gon had made his disapproval of Daen's relationship with Obi-Wan clear, and the Padawan had been caught between his desire for Daen, and his duty towards his Master.

Daen certainly did not envy Qui-Gon's position. Qui-Gon was unable to admit to himself just how much he cared for his Padawan, and his ex-lover could see him struggling to justify his actions to himself.

Daen had watched from the sidelines as Obi-Wan became steadily more annoyed with his Master's actions. Obi-Wan was clearly angered at Qui-Gon's transparent attempts to separate he and Daen, particularly when his Master seemed to have absolutely no reason for doing so. Qui-Gon heaped work on Obi-Wan, ordered his presence at every single social function, and invented a number of unimportant errands that kept Obi-Wan out of Daen's way. Obi-Wan obeyed his Master's orders to the letter, but each day his lips thinned and his eyes flashed just a little more.

As Obi-Wan's Master, Qui-Gon Jinn had every right simply to give Obi-Wan a direct order not to see Daen. He was certainly under no obligation to explain himself to his Padawan, and he could even have had the Council order Daen's removal from Minoro if he so chose. Daen was almost amused at Qui-Gon's dilemma. To do any of those things, Qui-Gon would have to provide some explanation - to himself at least, if not to the Council. And he could not.

More problematic too, was Qui-Gon's relationship with Obi-Wan. Over the past couple of years Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had become far closer partners, and Obi-Wan was of an age and a level where he could expect Qui-Gon to communicate with him. Qui-Gon's sudden return to the uncommunicative Master Obi-Wan had served in years past had at first confused, and then angered Obi-Wan.

Matters came to a head in a quite unexpected way. Daen was helping Obi-Wan clear up after the evening meal. He was in the kitchen, washing dishes, when he overheard the conversation between Padawan and Master.

Qui-Gon had just finished detailing the completely unnecessary work Obi-Wan would have to complete before retiring for the night. His intention was clearly to keep Obi-Wan so busy he wouldn't have time to spend with Daen. Only this night, instead of the polite, "Yes Master," Obi-Wan spoke up.

"Master, I asked Daen to Minoro."

Daen paused in the washing up, wanting to hear Qui-Gon's reply. There was none - just a long silence. Daen could almost see Qui-Gon's right eyebrow rising in query.

"In accordance with Temple custom I ... I asked him to be my first lover."

The silence was much longer then, and Daen wished he could see what was going on. Finally Qui-Gon spoke.

"I see. I will not be requiring you to attend any more of the sessions or the social events, Obi-Wan. You are temporarily relieved of duty until we leave Minoro. I will be ... discussing Trade negotiations with the Minister. I doubt I will be back this evening."

Daen heard Qui-Gon rise from his chair and head for the door. He could almost feel the blanket of guilt that was no doubt currently enveloping Obi-Wan.

"Master?"

There did not exist a Jedi Master who could ignore that word from their Padawan.

"Yes, Obi-Wan?"

The silence stretched and Daen moved to the kitchen doorway to see what was happening.

Obi-Wan was looking at his Master and there was a plea in his eyes. Qui-Gon made an effort at a smile and motioned Obi-Wan to come to him. The Padawan stood in front of his Master, and Daen could no longer see Obi-Wan's expression.

Qui-Gon looked down at his Padawan.

"I'm sorry, Obi-Wan. I never thought we'd have such a distance between us that you couldn't discuss this with me." He was genuine in his regret.

Obi-Wan bowed his head. His voice was filled with self-loathing.

"It's my own fault, Master. I wanted to tell you, but ..." His voice trailed off.

Qui-Gon raised one large hand and cupped Obi-Wan's cheek to raise his Padawan's head so that their eyes met.

"Obi-Wan, you could never do anything that would make me love you any less. I'm proud of you for making this decision. This is a difficult time for you, I know. I remember my own first time - I dreaded it more than ten Kwi routines!"

The gentle smile on Qui-Gon's face matched his teasing tone, and Daen could see from his expression that Obi-Wan had an answering smile. The Jedi Master leaned in and kissed Obi-Wan lightly on the forehead.

"Enjoy yourself, my Obi-Wan. There will be time enough for work when we leave here."

Another brief caress to Obi-Wan's cheek, and he was gone. Daen smiled to himself. Many years ago a much younger version of himself had been the recipient of Qui-Gon's gentleness, his innate sense of honor. Qui-Gon had been his first lover, and the intervening years had made Daen forget that at his core, Qui-Gon Jinn was a good man.

Obi-Wan turned around then, and Daen could see the difference in his demeanor. Gone was the guilt, the ever-present worry of what his Master might think of him. There was a cheeky glint in Obi-Wan's eyes that Daen hadn't seen for quite a while and it sparked a thread of arousal in his body as Obi-Wan approached him.

The dishes stayed soaking in the sink that evening.

Obi-Wan's first time was as sweet and gentle as his first kiss, but only because Daen held an incredible control over his own body. It was no surprise to discover that Obi-Wan Kenobi was a natural sensualist, and his enthusiasm almost proved Daen's undoing. He held Obi-Wan's body against his own as Obi-Wan gasped his climax exultantly, and kissed him gently as he came down from the post-orgasmic high. It was Obi-Wan's turn then to explore and to touch and kiss and stroke Daen into his own shuddering climax. They napped for short periods, returning to the fray several times that night. And before too long Daen ceased to hold back, secure in the knowledge that Obi-Wan was becoming experienced enough to meet and exceed the demands of his lover. He was both dominant and submissive, exploring each new experience with both humour and eagerness. It was early the following morning before they slept.








It had been many years since Qui-Gon Jinn had spent an entire night meditating. His excuse to Obi-Wan had been just that - an excuse. There was nothing to discuss with the Minister. Qui-Gon found a quiet ante-chamber and sank to his knees with his head bowed. It was a long time before he could quiet his mind enough to meditate properly.

It was hard to look upon Obi-Wan as a man now - harder than he could have thought possible. Qui-Gon Jinn could remember to the second the first time he had looked upon Obi-Wan as a sexual being. Obi-Wan was seventeen and was getting kissed for the first time. The Jedi Master had spent several hours in meditation following the revelation that he desired his Padawan. Objectively, he could allow to himself that Obi-Wan was maturing both physically and emotionally, and that on many planets he would be considered an adult. But that didn't help the feeling of self-disgust that pervaded him every time he slipped.

Many hours later Qui-Gon Jinn came to the disturbing realization that the disgust was easier to bear than the truth. That now he had no cause to consider Obi-Wan a boy, no comforting image to hide behind. Obi-Wan was an adult now. A man who could make his own choices as to lovers. And bond-mates. And after Daen there would be others, and perhaps one of them would be the one who would take Obi-Wan from him permanently.

It was tempting to consider approaching Obi-Wan himself, but it was a thought quickly dismissed. His feelings for Obi-Wan were completely inappropriate, not to mention dangerous. He was well aware that Obi-Wan desired him, and had done so for some time, but it wasn't enough. Obi-Wan was far too young for any serious relationship. And certainly not one that would last for the rest of his life.

There were few things as certain as this; if he were ever to possess Obi-Wan Kenobi, he would never be able to let him go.








Their lovemaking had been a smooth, unhurried affair this time around, and all the more satisfying for its eventual, explosive climax. They lay in each other's arms for a time until Obi-Wan rose from the bed. He sat on the window seat that looked out into the burgeoning dawn. Daen remained where he was, enjoying the view. Obi-Wan lost none of his natural grace even when curled up, naked, on a window seat.

"Quite a talent you have there, Padawan Kenobi."

The lazy comment drew a smile from Obi-Wan.

"Which talent in particular, Master Koran?"

Daen stretched.

"That extremely pleasant thing you did with your tongue when my cock was in your mouth, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan shook his head ruefully, glancing back to where Daen was lying on the bed.

"Is there nothing that embarrasses you, Daen?"

"Very little. And I always give credit where it's due. You have a very talented mouth, Obi-Wan. And I've had enough lovers to know the difference."

"I'm glad to hear I'm without equal in that department."

"Well, come to think of it, Qui-Gon ..."

"Don't." Obi-Wan's voice was harsh, and Daen looked surprised.

"Don't what?"

There was silence for a long moment before Obi-Wan spoke again.

"Don't talk about him like that. I don't want to know what he was like in bed, or ... anything."

It was Daen's turn to be silent as he pondered the words Obi-Wan hadn't spoken.

"Did you sleep with me to hurt him, Obi-Wan?" The question had to be asked, but Daen wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer.

Obi-Wan glanced back at him briefly, then returned to his study of the view.

"No. I suppose I wanted to prove to him that I was desirable, that there was a Jedi Master who did want me, but ... I wanted you. I'm glad you were my first."

"Instead of him?"

Obi-Wan remained obstinately silent.

Daen turned and lay back on the bed, crossing his hands behind his head as he considered their conversation. He appreciated Obi-Wan's honesty, but now he began to wonder if he had, in fact, damaged the relationship between Master and Padawan.

Qui-Gon was certainly jealous of their relationship, and Daen knew the older Jedi harboured some seriously lustful thoughts towards his Padawan. But there was no way in a million years Qui-Gon would ever consider making a move on Obi-Wan if he thought Obi-Wan was too young, or not sure of his feelings.

So where did that leave Obi-Wan? He was a young man now, maturing, and wanting - as most young men did - to explore his own sexuality. Was it fair that he should wait months or even years until Qui-Gon was ready to see him as an adult? Daen was fairly certain that Obi-Wan wasn't in love with Qui-Gon. Not yet, anyway. Obi-Wan's feelings had certainly matured since the crush he'd suffered years ago. Daen knew Obi-Wan well enough to know that the Padawan felt a strong sexual desire for his Master, and there was a definite feeling of pique that Qui-Gon gave his feelings no encouragement whatsoever.

And then there were his own feelings. With no great deal of persuasion he could have fallen in love with Obi-Wan Kenobi and had his heart handed back to him in pieces for his trouble. Fortunately, he was too sensible for all of that. Pretty eyes, a cute dimple and a walk that would put a streetwalker to shame were all very nice, but there was a package that would only bring him grief. He sighed, briefly, and released the possibilities of what might have been to the Force.

He turned his head to meet Obi-Wan's considering look, and laughed. These two would be the death of him yet.

"Don't look so concerned, little Padawan. I am thinking about nothing more than your next lesson plan. I believe we have yet to explore the concept of you inside me. Pay attention now, Obi-Wan."

The alacrity with which Obi-Wan left his seat and returned to the bed for his next lesson went a long way towards improving his mood. And before too long Daen was moaning with pleasure as Obi-Wan fucked him, and that was very good, too.








Daen went through the preflight checks smoothly, and requested a departure window from the landing bay tower. As he waited for his instructions, he watched the two Jedi who were standing outside the shuttle, having come to see him off. The Council had a mission for him, and had sent a flyer to Minoro for him to use. His farewell from Obi-Wan had been as sweetly satisfying as the rest of their lovemaking, and once again, Daen considered the possibility of pursuing a more permanent relationship with Obi-Wan.

The Padawan was intelligent and amusing and beautiful, and being in his company filled a void inside Daen that he hadn't known existed until he became intimate with Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Qui-Gon had pretty much left them both alone after that first night, and Daen and Obi-Wan had had three wonderful days and nights together before Daen's orders came through from the Council. Qui-Gon had tactfully looked away when Daen had kissed Obi-Wan farewell, and had hugged Daen warmly when it came his turn to say goodbye. They hadn't spoken about Obi-Wan.

Finally the mechanical tower control voice gave Daen his departure window, and he began to maneuver the flyer towards the exit doors. He had to wait until a giant transport departed before taking his place in the line, and as he did so, he glanced over again to where Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were standing. They were perhaps fifty feet away, and while he could see them both facing him, they were too distant to see closely. On impulse, Daen keyed in a command to the visual relay unit on the console, and the faces of the two Jedi immediately appeared, seen far more clearly onscreen than with the naked eye.

Qui-Gon was watching the departure of the flyer and his expression appeared calm and untroubled. Obi-Wan had just a hint of a smile on his face, and there was a soft light in his eyes. His expression was far easier to read. Content, at peace. In love. He was facing the flyer, but he was looking at his Master.

Daen watched the closer image for a second longer, then switched it off. His flyer was cleared for departure and he keyed in the commands for takeoff. There was no expression at all on his face, and only someone who knew him well might have wondered at the hardness in the usually warm green eyes. The flyer cleared the docking bay doors and soared into spaced.

The End.

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