Our boys have to sneak around to do the wild thing. As always,
Obi's twenty-three.
In a small, dimly lit room, a bed rocked. Clothes were
scattered about the room in random fashion, lightsabers on the
floor. Two glistening figures were center stage, coupling in
wild abandon.
The shorter of the two straddled the larger man, facing him,
riding his cock. The other gripped the pumping buttocks firmly,
both pushing down and lifting in a rhythmic fashion.
The taller man's eyes were partially closed, mouth open in
concentrated desire. The broad chest and arms flexed as he
powered the other mans movements. Suddenly, he bucked up as
tight muscles gripped him.
"Come with me, love, come...AAUGH!" strong thighs lifted both
men off the mattress as a flood released from him.
"Give it to me...yes, YES!" Obi-Wan shuddered, head thrown
back, climaxing. He shot a liquid stream over his lover's
stomach. Chest heaving, the younger man's head lolled to the
side in foggy satisfaction. Qui-Gon reached up, hooking an arm
around him and pulled Obi-Wan down into a voracious kiss.
"Hmm. You taste good here..." he reached for the wetness
between them, coating his fingers and licking them. He reached
down again and rubbed cum on his lover's lips.
"Now taste yourself."
Obi-Wan sucked the fingers, eyes shut. He nuzzled Qui-Gon's
neck. "Love you."
Qui-Gon kissed his forehead. "I love you too." Long pause, a
sigh. "Obi-Wan, we need to talk."
Small chuckle. "After what we just did, talking's the last
thing on my mind."
"No, I'm serious" Qui-Gon sat up, leaning against pillows.
Obi-Wan sat up as well, sidling by his lover.
"Okay, talk, Qui-Gon. What's bothering you?"
Qui-Gon smiled. His padawan always had a penchant for being
direct. He was beautiful to look at, spiky hair disheveled,
high cheekbones flushed, voluptuous mouth plump after their
wild lovemaking.
"I've been thinking about our situation. We can't go on like
this."
The sandy red brows knitted together. "What...are you trying to
say!"
"Only that I've done you a disservice. As your Master, I should
be setting a guidance that is conducive to your training and
growth. I'm afraid I've done a poor job."
The younger man was stunned, staring. "Thats...crazy. The other
padawans are green with envy at the temple! Do you know what an
honor it is for me to have you as my Master?"
Qui-Gon sighed. "I thank you for your faith, Obi-Wan, but that
isn't my point. Your trials will be in the next two years or
so, and I...I don't want to do anything to jeopardize that."
Obi-Wan's sculpted hands ran through the long mass of hair.
"How? I love you with all my heart, Qui-Gon. As long as we're
discreet, I don't see what the problem could be-"
"Don't you understand!" Qui-Gon snapped. "We are directly in
defiance of the Code! What kind of Jedi am I to go against
tenets that I willingly chose to obey. It makes me no more than
a hypocrite."
The sea-green eyes were bright with anger. "Or a man in love!"
He added, tauntingly: "You never cared about any 'Code' while
we were making love-"
Qui-Gon grabbed both his arms bruisingly. "Do not mock me,
Padawan!"
Obi-Wan looked away. "Sorry" he murmured. "You're really
concerned about this, aren't you?"
Qui-Gon released him. "Yes. And then there's the matter of
shielding. As our bond strengthens, it will be increasingly
difficult to hide. Deception has worked in our favor so far,
but it won't hold forever."
Obi-Wan thought this over. "So what you're saying is we can't
have any slip ups."
"In public, no. No gestures or excess eye contact. Nothing that
can be left to interpretation."
"I hate this! I'd like nothing better than to storm the Council
and declare our love!"
Qui-Gon eyed him affectionately. "Wild thing. I would be cast
out of the Jedi, and your knighthood would never be realized.
Worse, we would be separated. You know this."
Obi-Wan cupped his lover's face with both hands. "Listen,
Qui-Gon. The galaxy is large. I don't have to be a
knight. As much as I want to be one, if they force me to
choose-"
A large finger covered his mouth. "No. I will hear none of
that. There may be no acceptable resolution to this. I
certainly don't know of one right now" he looked defeated.
"Is there no where we could turn for support, then?" Obi-Wan's
frustration was evident. "Surely someone in the Council
would stand by us."
Rueful grin. "Hardly. You know my standing with them. They
respect my abilities and value, but haven't forgiven me for not
taking my 'rightful place' on the Seat. Some suspect my true
nature, calling me a 'Sith in disguise'. The sympathetic ones
say I'm prone to heresy" he paused, looked at Obi-Wan intently.
"Not to mention someone that will lead my padawan towards a
dangerous, perhaps even dark path. I have a history of that,
you know."
The younger man's breath caught, knowing the reference to
Xanatos. He regarded Qui-Gon gravely.
"I trust you with my life and soul" he said earnestly. "They
must be mad to think you capable of such betrayal."
"Are they? Haven't we already taken the first step? We have
already decided to disobey the Code. The dark path is full of
such justifications" he fell back on the bed again, rubbing his
forehead. "Ghods, what a mess."
Obi-Wan hovered over him, taking it all in. His Master was a
beautiful man, and the thought of him turning was ludicrous, to
say the least. His eyes roamed. Muscular, powerful form.
Cascading mane. Fine face. His fingers traced on the broad
chest. He gently removed the hand from Qui-Gon's forehead. His
desire spiked.
"Master" he said softly. "I don't know if this is wrong or
right, but we will find a way-"
Liquid blue eyes met his. "Obi-Wan..."
He leaned down. "And if you fall-"
Whisper soft. "Padawan..."
"I will fall with you."
Qui-Gon grabbed him into a crushing kiss. No more words were
needed, the decision was made.
Mace Windu tapped a stylus pen absently on his desk. Rarely did
he leave Coruscant, but this was one of those times. A small
bit of 'diplomatic arm twisting' regarding a treaty of mining
rights on Orgon was needed. Having befriended some traders
there long ago, they trusted him with the negotiations.
Bah, he thought. I'm no negotatior, I haven't the patience.
But my training dictates I put up with uncomfortable
situations. So be it. Where is that foolish assistant of mine!
He's half an hour late.
His thoughts were scarcely finished when a tall, gangly youth
bounded into the office, out of breath. "Sorry, your lordship.
I overslept, and-"
Windu waved him off. "Enough, Jared. And I've asked you
repeatedly to stop calling me 'lordship'. Windu will do."
"Yessir your lordship!" Windu covered his eyes. Force spare
me from dimwits.
Jared Witter had been an initiate at the temple, but tested too
low in the force to become a knight or even a healer. At
eighteen, he was basically a 'bust' but had no living
relatives. Considered to be a nuisance and vexation, he was
tolerated at the temple until he could be relocated and trained
on a trade planet. His enthusiasm was unfailing, though.
"Sir Windu, the paperwork is nearly done. Do you want me to log
in the report on the computer?" his choppy black hair kept
falling into his face.
Windu sighed. "Yes, then take a break. I need some air. A brisk
walk into town may be just what's needed."
They had gone to sleep and made love twice again.
"Hmn". Qui-Gon murmured, suckling the side of his lover's neck.
"You taste like honey."
Obi-Wan sighed blissfully, eyes closed. "You always say that."
The two men were curled together in a sitting position, wrapped
in a tassle of bedsheets.
Qui-Gon settled lower, sucking a plump nipple on the bronzed
chest. Obi-Wan gasped at the touch and his breathing grew
ragged. He stroked Qui-Gon's mane, combing it down across his
back with his fingers.
His eyes were still closed. "We've... got to get out of this
bed sometime" he groaned.
Qui-Gon moved up again. "Huuh. Don't want to. You feel too
good." He looked around blearily. "We are still Jedi, however.
It isn't good to indulge in Lotus eating."
Obi-Wan sat up. "No, I guess not" he yawned.
Qui-Gon enjoyed the sight. Scruffy and tousled from loving.
Ocean eyes, long red lashes. The bronzed body, solid and
muscular in a voluptuous way. And those cheekbones. The little
cleft in the chin.
"What are you staring at?"
"You. Perhaps I should make you a love slave."
Big smile. "I already am. You want to shower first or should
I?"
Qui-Gon stood, wrapping a sheet around his waist. "We
could shower together."
Obi-Wan grinned. "And not get out of here before nightfall. You
go first, I'll wait."
Smirk. "You may have a point, Padawan. I promise not to use all
the hot water."
"You better not."
Mace Windu walked about the town, through the trade center.
This world was not one that was particularly force sensitive,
yet he felt two familiar presences. He hadn't had time to focus
on the specific signatures, but they seemed familiar somehow. A
mystery. It would have to wait, however. His stomach screamed
for a good meal...
Qui-Gon ruminated in the shower about his relationship with a
particular padawan. Vigorously scrubbing, he attempted to
gather his thoughts.
He is like a drug to me, I can't get enough. But this is a
dangerous game we play. No matter what though, I will not give
him up. There must be a way.
So preoccupied was he in his thoughts, he didn't hear quiet
footsteps join him in the stall. Strong arms wrapped around his
waist from behind.
"Oh!" startled. "I thought we were showering separately." small
grin.
"I can't get enough of you either. Kiss me."
Qui-Gon looked at his lover, deep in thought. They had to
leave. Soon. And here stood one very wet, very hot Obi-Wan.
His lips parted, eyes fluttered. "Kiss me" he repeated.
Without conscious thought, Qui-Gon responded, crushing the
other man to himself, under the shower spray. Water ran over
their faces while they kissed passionately.
"Make love to me again" Obi-Wan breathed in his ear, then moved
in to resume the kiss.
With tremendous effort Qui-Gon pulled free. "Obi-Wan" he said
huskily, "listen to me."
Obi-Wan eyed him, disappointment in his eyes. "What's wrong,
love?"
"We...we must control. Our love must not become obsession."
"How do you control love?"
"Not love. Ourselves. Drowning ourselves this way is dangerous
for both of us. You know that. Our passions will consume us. We
are still Jedi."
Obi-Wan sighed, stood back. "Ever and always, it seems. Sith! I
want you all the time, Qui-Gon."
"As do I. But as I said before, the easiest way to the dark is
through uncontrolled excess. I suspect it may be weakening our
shields, which would be disastrous for many reasons."
"Why do you have to be so blasted reasonable!" resigned
amusement.
"A failing of being a Master I suppose. Then again-" he
started, looking distant.
Obi-Wan knew that look. He immediately extended his senses.
"He is here" Qui-Gon stared at nothing. "Mace Windu."
Obi-Wan was in the same trancelike state. "In the merchant
district. On planet."
Cool reason prevailed then. "Obi-Wan, we must clean up this
place and get dressed. Immediately. We know he is here. It
won't be long before he senses us, if he hasn't already."
Obi-Wan nodded. "Agreed, Master" he left to comply.
"Is everything satisfactory, sir?" a plump waiter queried.
"Sir?" he repeated, anxious.
Mace Windu started. What are they doing here?
He looked up absently. "Oh. Yes, everything is fine. I just
thought I saw someone I knew."
"Would you care for a beverage?"
Windu waved him off. "No, I have some...family to visit. Just
bring me the bill."
"Immediately, Sir."
"Do we need a cover story?" Obi-Wan was apprehensive.
"Why. There is no infraction on our part" Qui-Gon stated
formally. "What we need not explain, we shall not explain. In
any case, I can maneuver around Mace on his best day."
His padawan snorted. He knew they had once been lovers.
Qui-Gon sensed his thoughts, tipping the younger man's chin up.
"That was long ago, padawan. He never held my heart or my soul.
Only you."
Obi-Wan smiled, nodded.
Mace stalked through the district, oblivious to everything.
What goes here, he pondered. Obi-Wan was to be
tutoring at the Academy this week. Qui-Gon was still on
Coruscant, the last he'd heard. Why are they here, in this
backwater district? A secret smile played on his lips.
I'll make a few discreet inquiries about their lodging. We
will all have a very interesting conversation. He hailed
transport to the downtown area...
"Obi-Wan, please sit down" Qui-Gon implored. "You're as nervous
as a bantha in a fire barn."
The agitated padawan was pacing the room, long braid whipping
about in the air. "Are you as calm as you appear,
Master! One wrong word and Master Windu will know! He's always
suspicious and never liked me. He disapproves my very
existence!"
Qui-Gon sighed. "It does seem that way at times. But I
will dissuade him."
Windu felt smug, for some reason. Unseemly, but this time
I'll indulge. His inquiries bore immediate results. Jedi
were highly regarded here, and Masters most of all. He thought
back to what some of the natives had relayed to him. Two
offworlders seeking lodging downtown for a brief time. The
descriptions were undeniable, although they were likely
disguised and dressed informally.
He approached the reservation area of the Rargeen Hotel. Yes,
they were here. I'll look about first, then drop in
suddenly he laughed at a private thought.
"He is here, in the hotel" Qui-Gon stated. The two men were
eating dinner in the lounge.
"Where, though?" Obi-Wan queried. "I still don't know what
we're going to say. I'm supposed to be tutoring."
Qui-Gon smirked. "So little faith. Be at ease, padawan."
"Maybe we should just leave and head back to Coruscant."
"A bad move, padawan. Any suspicions he has would worsen, since
he knows we are here" Qui-Gon shook his head. "I've had more
experience dealing with Mace. I don't fear the Council."
Obi-Wan munched his food and grinned. Sometimes I wonder if
you're a Rogue Jedi.
Mace walked through the bustling dining hall, and froze. The
two men in the lounge area were undeniably Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.
Downstairs? Well, I'll get some answers.
Obi-Wan spied him first. /Here he comes./
Qui-Gon continued eating. //I am aware of it.//
"Well! What have we here!" Windu said cheerily. "I've come all
the way to Orgon, and look what I find."
Obi-Wan stood and bowed formally. "Master Windu, greetings."
Qui-Gon nodded, still seated. "Join us, Mace."
"Love to" the elegant Jedi seated himself.
"So" he began. "What brings you and your padawan to this
backwater? It's pretty isolated" he grinned.
Trouble, Obi-Wan thought.
Qui-Gon answered coolly. "Obi-Wan had a break from his
tutoring, and decided to join me. He had no other assignments."
Long brown hands palmed a chin in thought. "But why are
you here? There was no activity requiring the attendance
of a Jedi Master."
Qui-Gon lifted an eyebrow at him. "Like yourself? As well you
know, I often like to cruise various sectors looking for
possible initiates in my spare time."
Is he really going to buy that? Obi-Wan wondered.
"Do you expect me to believe that!" Mace responded. "The entire
Council is talking about your sudden disappearance. Now your
padawan shows up" he eyed Obi-Wan.
The younger man fidgeted. This is not good.
"Would you like a drink, Mace?" Qui-Gon motioned a waiter.
"Never mind that, I just ate! Are you going to answer my
question?"
What's the question? Obi-Wan worried.
Qui-Gon sighed. "I thought I did. Come to think of it, why are
you here, other than to give us an inquisition."
Windu snorted. "Trade agreements. Some people I befriended
thought I'd be best for the job. The Council agreed. You know
I'm not suited for negotiations."
Tell me about it, Obi-Wan thought. He reached down to
adjust the napkin in his lap. His tunic gapped open somewhat
with the motion. Windu suddenly leaned forward, looking at him
intently.
"Are you well, Padawan?"
What is this?? Qui-Gon stared. He stopped eating.
Obi-Wan was stunned at the strange question. "I-I am fine,
Master. My health is intact" he then looked at Qui-Gon in
confusion.
As if a signal had been given, Qui-Gon said tersely, "Padawan,
rejoin us later. I would speak with Master Windu" the two eyed
each other.
Obi-Wan stood, bowing deeply. "As you wish, Masters. I shall
browse about the facility" and let me get the hell out of
here!
They waited for his retreat. Qui-Gon's face darkened.
"All right Mace, let's have it. Why do you question my
padawan's health."
Windu's eyes bore down on him. "Didn't you notice all the
markings around his neck and shoulder?"
Qui-Gon answered too quickly. "It is nothing, merely an
allergic reaction to something he ate-"
"-Or something that ate him." Windu retorted.
"Meaning" Qui-Gon demanded. "A rash is not serious."
The shrewd eyes narrowed. Mace leaned forward again. "A rash
shaped like teeth marks? You forget, Qui-Gon, I know
you!"
Qui-Gon returned the stare in stubborn silence. Mace lowered
his voice.
"I have long suspected, but kept it to myself out of what we
once shared. Now hear me, Qui-Gon. The Jedi tenets are
resolute, and not open to interpretation. Any violations-"
Qui-Gon felt heat to his face. "No one's been violated. Keep
your suspicions. I don't like what you're insinuating, either.
Obi-Wan is my padawan, nothing more" I couldn't help it, he
tastes like honey...
A pause. Mace sat back. "Few have openly defied the Council.
Fewer have ignored prudence and tradition. Fewest have been
those who dare to bond with a padawan. None have walked the
path of light in the long run."
Control, Qui-Gon, give him nothing. "Are you trying to
provoke me, Mace? Are you done with your lecture? I neither
need nor want your 'advice' on tradition or anything else!" in
spite of himself, he exploded.
And was met with icy resolve. "Tradition would do thee
good for a change" he hissed. "Perhaps to save you from
yourself. Your fire has ever been your weakness."
"There was a time you didn't think so. And ice is your
failing, Mace. I am no dog with a ring in my nose! The Jedi
have enough serene idiots. I've defied the Council before-" he
realized he'd said too much.
Another glare. "Have you something to declare, Qui-Gon?" voice
low.
He looked away. Silence.
Windu placed a hand over his. "Listen to me, before it is too
late for both of you. I will return to Coruscant later this
evening. Let the boy be assigned to off world duties for a few
months. Allow time for the suspicions to die down-"
Qui-Gon flared. "Suspicions? Whose? Yours!"
"No. The Council is wondering as well. In some circles, the
talk has spread to the knight brigades."
"What." Qui-Gon was floored.
"Your own reputation, Qui-Gon. Any word on you brings much
conversation. And many of the padawans are envious of Obi-Wan's
station."
"We've done nothing wrong, Mace! Why has this been allowed to
get so out of control!"
The hand squeezed his. //No more out of control than my old
love. One who rushes headlong towards the Dark Side, dragging
his padawan with him.//
//I'm sick of being regarded as a wild beast on a leash. Once
again I say that you are wrong. Nor are we responsible for
baseless rumors.//
A sigh. "Rumors yes. Baseless?" he studied Qui-Gon.
// I was the best thing for thee, dammit. We were
balance.//
//Still jealous? We shared no soul-bond. I want completion, not
balance. The past is over and done with, let it go!//
//You admit this transgression then?//
//I admit nothing!//
//Fool! What you want is consumption! And the dark will be
waiting.//
//Damn the dark. I will live!//
Windu steepled his hands, thinking. "You are...mad. Were it my
decision, you would be examined for healing. My final word on
this, Qui-Gon. The Code is inviolate. You know the
consequences."
Stubborn obstinacy. "There is no violation of the Code here."
Windu stood abruptly. "For now, his conversation is ended. I
will see you again at Coruscant" with fluid grace he exited
swiftly.
Qui-Gon was lost in thought, rubbing his temples. There's no
way out of this, no way at all...
Silently Obi-Wan led his Master back to their room. Qui-Gon had
relayed the entire confrontation with Windu. He looked out the
window at twin moons.
"I have no words, padawan. I know only that you must be in my
life."
Obi-Wan slid into his arms. "You're everything to me. They seek
to punish our love."
"Rules, restrictions" Qui-Gon hissed. "That damnable Code.
We're living beings, not puppets! Let them have brainless peace
and empty serenity. I will have life!"
The younger man could feel rage boiling in his lover, unfocused
and strong. "Now take your own advice, Qui-Gon. You must
control. If you don't-" he held the beloved face.
The taller man hugged him tightly. "Maybe you are my
salvation. It's just the fatigue talking."
"Come" Obi-Wan led him to the bedroom. "Let me undress you. You
need rest."
"We'll have to leave in the morning."
"I know, Master. Lie down."
Too exhausted to argue, Qui-Gon sprawled his long frame on the
mattress. Kneeling, Obi-Wan pulled off the boots. He undid the
tunic and sash, pulling them off over Qui-Gon's head. The pants
were removed last. Qui-Gon mumbled drowsily, then rolled on his
side. Obi-Wan pulled the cover over him, placing a kiss on his
forehead.
/I'll join you later. I must meditate./
He assumed the lotus position on the living room carpet. His
eyes closed.
/They don't understand. Since when does love send you headlong
into hell?/
He remained in that position awhile, dozing off. Padded
footsteps approached him from behind. "Obi-Wan."
He lurched around in his sitting position, staring up groggily.
"Come to bed, my padawan. No more meditating" the deep eyes
shone.
Still bleary. "Huhh?"
Smiling, Qui-Gon reached down and swept Obi-Wan up into his
arms. He carried him to the bedroom.
/'Leepy'./
//I have you.//
Qui-Gon returned the favor, undressing his padawan. He pulled
him up into a close embrace and settled in.
After a few minutes, Qui-Gon felt something poking his stomach.
His own groin throbbed in response. He smiled in the dark. "I
know you are not sleeping, padawan."
"Not now" Obi-Wan breathed rapidly. He tilted his head up, lips
open. "Qui-Gon..."
His mouth was claimed hungrily. Tongues lapped and curled.
Hands roaming and clutching, stroking and soothing. Breaths
torn with mounting passion.
Qui-Gon pulled his lover on top, his fingers probing and
teasing the lush buttocks. Obi-Wan spread himself, gasping.
Qui-Gon thrust the digits in, pulling and hooking them in the
warm channel. Obi-Wan nearly cried out, grinding and clutching
his body to Qui-Gon's, their slick erections straining and
rubbing together between sweat slicked bodies.
Qui-Gon threw his head back in wild abandon.
"Gooood, yessssss"!" clenched teeth.
"Ghods, I'm coming, yes!" Obi-Wan shouted, shuddering in
release.
Bucking underneath, Qui-Gon gave an answering flood.
They lay quietly awhile, sated, exhausted and sticky.
Obi-Wan was first to form a thought. "Will there be trouble?"
Small silence. "I...don't know for certain. The threat is
there. Much depends on our actions. What I do know is
that I won't give you up. Ever."
Obi-Wan sat up a little, ferocity in the ice green eyes. "If
the Council wants a fight then we'll give them one. I'm sick of
being made to feel our love is wrong when it feels so
right."
"Agreed" Qui-Gon grabbed him closer, voice husky with equal
ferocity. "Perhaps the time is come for a new precedent. And no
one forces my choices!"
Obi-Wan stroked the short beard. "Shh, easy, love. Remember,
whatever comes we will face it together."
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