Series: Yes; Third in the Duplicity arc. (In order:
Duplicity's Gift, Duplicity's Honor and Duplicity's End)
Pairing: Q/O
Rating: NC-17
Categories/Content: BDSM, D/s games of sorts, Kink, I guess
<g>.
Warnings: Well... it does get a little raw, I suppose, so if
that's not your thing, you might want to rethink this
one.
Archive: M_A, and anyone else who asks first. Also, my own page
once I get it formatted (http://slashcity.com/robin)
Summary: Qui-Gon faces his fear of physically dominating
Obi-Wan the way they both crave.
Feedback: I'd love it, in whatever way you see fit.
Disclaimer: The first two in this series didn't earn me a
penny, and neither will this one. Suing me will only result in
a hairy cat and my new George Foreman grill, because as we all
know-- The Boys are George's (and not Foreman's).
In his waking hours, Qui-Gon could hold the relentless truth
at bay. He could swat it away like an irritating insect or he
could temporarily banish it from his mind with a haughty
dismissal. He'd come to the decision that he didn't need to
worry yet about the truth after all. Turning away from it
actually freed him to anticipate his Padawan's next
transgression.
In his dreams, however, he grew defenseless; assaulted by
insistent voices and taunting assertions that threatened his
embrace of the lie.
_What are you really afraid of, Qui-Gon? Hmm?_ At first the
voice merely asked him the question. But then as a few more
days passed and Obi-Wan had not attempted another deception,
Qui-Gon began to fear that the voice would tell him the answer.
_Don't you want to know? Didn't you declare that you wanted
your fear exposed?_
**Of course I did. But I have time, and no reason to rush.**
_You're wrong. You've had no reason until now. He has ended the
deceit. No more lies, no more false comfort._
Qui-Gon had known that the Truth would haunt him again this
night. It had been another day of Obi-Wan as the perfectly
behaved Padawan. He'd surreptitiously watched his apprentice
prepare their dinner, and with admittedly some anticipation.
But of course, Obi-Wan had not drugged his meal. His apprentice
had, after all, promised Qui-Gon the morning after his Halla
root scheme that that was his last deception.
_So, why are you waiting for him to try something else? He's
manipulated you in the past, but he has never broken a promise
to you, has he?_
**No. But he knows I need--**
Qui-Gon twisted in his bed sheets. He'd almost admitted out
loud to himself that he wanted Obi-Wan to deceive him
again-- or worse, that he needed that deception.
_Qui-Gon, that much is obvious, and you know it._ There was an
indulgent laughter to the voice at those words.
If only he could wake up! He could be rid of the damnable
voices.
_He's not going to manipulate you again. He promised. Face it,
Jedi Master Jinn. You are not going to have him again until you
unmask your fear and deal with it._
They were right. The voices were right. Obi-Wan was not going
to gift him again with a hiding place for his fear. No more
excuses. If he didn't find and learn his fear, he'd lose
Obi-Wan and what they could have together.
_You won't lose him. You already know your fear, as intimately
as you know the lie. Free yourself, Qui-Gon, speak the truth.
speak your fear._
**I love him.**
_It's a beautiful truth, but not the one you are fighting. Let
it come. It's time._
**Where do I start?**
_Why have you held fast to his deceptions?_
**I-- I can't dominate him the way we both want me to. not
without. not as long as there is a single doubt that it's what
he wants as well.**
_And if he goes to such lengths as to trick you, then surely he
must want it badly, correct?_
**Yes.** Qui-Gon tossed again in his damp sheets. He wanted to
wake up. He didn't want to go any further-- it wasn't too late,
he could wake up and blame it all on Mace's brandy.
_No, you cannot. No more excuses, remember? Admit it, Qui-Gon,
your need for that demonstration of Obi-Wan's complicity is
only the Truth of it. Now it's time for the final step. What's
your fear of it? Why do you fear that Truth?_
**I could.**
_Say it._
**I'll.**
_SAY IT!_
**I'll hurt him. Oh Force, I could hurt him! I want him so
completely. I look at him and my heart pounds. I want him under
my hands, so I can mold and bend and fondle him to my every
whim; to bite, lick and taste him until his flavor is imprinted
on my senses; to fuck him so hard that my seed fills him to
brimming; I want to brand his spirit with my name, so that
anyone who looks upon him will know that he is MINE!**
He knew he was sobbing. It was too late to take it back. He
couldn't just wake up and forget that he'd seen his fear. What
was he supposed to do now?
_You won't hurt him._
**I could. He doesn't understand how powerful my need is for
him.**
_He does. But you've been blind to something, Qui-Gon.
his power over you._
**No, it's not the same. I'll hurt him. On Frellia, I had
limits-- they were watching and it was a duty born of
deception. And when he used the Halla root-- I knew. I knew it
didn't truly affect me. I knew to take care with him, and it
was easy to let him manipulate me. but if the boundaries are
gone, how will I stop myself? If there is no lie to restrain
me, I'll be a danger to him. That lie was his protection from
me, damn you!**
_You won't hurt him. You can't hurt him._
**You don't know that!**
_You can't hurt me, Master._
**Pray Force, I hope not.**
His head pounded, his mind was abuzz with the obliteration of
the lie and the devastating victory of the truth. He gasped
sharply and bolted upright, awake. He wiped his bleary eyes and
stared at the foot of his bed. Out of the darkness, two
gleaming eyes pinned him with palpable triumph.
"Obi-Wan?" Shock vibrated through him. "How-- how long?"
"I've been with you since Frellia."
Anger began to bubble in Qui-Gon's belly, rising up to enflame
his cheeks.
"What? Have you been mentally spying on me? Invading my
dreams? This goes well beyond any deceit you've concocted
before, Padawan." Qui-Gon whipped his sheets off and
began to pace. His heart thundered in his bare chest, and he
palmed the sweat of his ire on his sleep pants.
"You'd have known I was there, if you had just opened up to me,
even a little," Obi-Wan replied calmly.
"You never thought to tell me? You owed it to me to tell me,
Obi-Wan! As much as we have both been pretending, this is NOT a
game!" Qui-Gon stopped, closed his eyes and tried to center.
Deep breaths, he told himself, take deep breaths. His nostrils
flared as he filled his lungs. How could Obi-Wan have gone this
far? He'd been commanding the voices of the lie as well as the
Truth.
"I would ask you, Master not to make this another
excuse," Obi-Wan said with a forceful tone that kicked Qui-Gon
in the gut. His eyes opened slowly as he fought down rage. But
before he could respond, Obi-Wan continued, circling him like a
predator weary of toying with his prey, ready now for the kill.
"I spoke to you, to your mind. You chose not to see me. We do
ourselves no service by continuing these games. I do not regret
my gifts to you, but the time for them has past. You
know that as well as I."
Qui-Gon's gaze narrowed and he watched Obi-Wan very subtly move
his circling of him inward, ever closer. The young man's bare
chest rose and fell gently with his unlabored breathing. His
eyes sparkled in the faint moonlight that leaked from Qui-Gon's
window.
Qui-Gon's fury would have dissipated if not for his steely grip
on it. Even Obi-Wan's unconscious lure to him couldn't make him
loose his grasp on the anger roiling inside him.
"Do you honestly not see your betrayal?" Qui-Gon asked, his
throat tight.
"Do you honestly still insist that I betrayed you at all?
Frellia, yes, I deceived you. The results were much more grave
than I expected. But the only person to fool you since then is
yourself." Obi-Wan stopped circling him and his expression
began to fall. "Lie to yourself, Qui-Gon, if you truly feel
that you must. But do not lie to me. You owe me
that."
Qui-Gon felt as if his legs were swept out from under him. He
still stood, but the very foundation of who he was no longer
felt familiar. Obi-Wan did deserve better than a lie. He
deserved better than the lies he'd erected for his Master's
sake. He sat, lost, on the edge of his bed, tearing his eyes
from his earnest Padawan.
"Your fear stopped you from dealing with what we have. Don't
let misplaced anger take upon that duty." A barest hint of
command touched Obi-Wan's words, compelling Qui-Gon to look
upon the younger man again.
"Obi-Wan. I still don't think you fully comprehend the danger
of what I feel for you. Your deceptions, while freeing me to
love you the way I want, have ironically also been what's kept
me from unleashing the full power of my desire upon you."
Obi-Wan was right. Self deception would not help them. It was
his turn to impress an important truth. Unfortunately, the
result was not what he expected.
Obi-Wan smiled. It was a curiously placating expression, such
as one would give a frightened child.
"Obi-Wan, you are not listening to me! What I want from you, it
isn't healthy! If I-- if I hurt you, it would destroy me."
"You could never hurt me. I wouldn't let you," Obi-Wan replied
matter-of-factly.
"How can you know that?"
Obi-Wan fixed on him a gaze of pure and exhilarating possession
as he answered.
"Because, you might dominate my body. But Qui-Gon Jinn? I own
your soul."
Qui-Gon's mouth was dry. He couldn't swallow. Chills shimmied
down his spine. He couldn't break free of the lock that Obi-Wan
had on his eyes. Oh yes, his charismatic Padawan ruled him,
spirit and heart. But that didn't mean he could stop Qui-Gon if
he lost control in the firestorm that was their lovemaking.
It was true that in their two previous encounters, everything
he'd done was according to Obi-Wan's desire. But if he were
truly able to let go now, would Obi-Wan still be able to
command him?
"You were so close. The night you believed in the Halla root,
you had the truth of it in the palm of your hand, even as that
hand stroked me. You cannot do anything to me that I do not
want you to do. It is simply not in your power."
Qui-Gon shook his head, snapping out of what felt like a brief,
involuntary trance. Obi-Wan was now kneeling directly in front
of him. When had he gotten there?
"Obi-Wan. Do you have any idea how much I love you? Do you know
very much I would be shattered if I lost control and hurt you?"
Obi-Wan smiled, this time fondly. "Yes, I do know. I know that
that is why you were running from your fear. Master, I have not
thought you obtuse or a coward. I could not love you so much if
I believed that. You ran because you love me. Because above
all, you want to protect me. It was just time. Time for you to
realize that it will not happen. Listen to me. you will not
hurt me." He slowly and carefully wedged himself between
Qui-Gon's thighs as he spoke.
Oh, what was Obi-Wan doing to him? He could feel the truth
resonating through him. he was Obi-Wan's to command. But
what he wanted of this lithe, young body was completely at odds
with the years of fierce protectiveness that he had felt for
the young man. Oh, but his young Padawan was sending him subtle
pulses of compulsion-- the urge to reach down and take
Obi-Wan's ruddy cheeks in his hands and caress his shining
face. Those fiery eyes were pleading with him to trust. His
heart lodged in his throat, he did as Obi-Wan silently ordered.
His fingers lifted and began to skim the young face.
His jaw was faintly stubbled. The sensation tickled the pads of
his fingertips, and he felt the resonance crackle through his
veins.
"It can work, can't it?" Qui-Gon finally allowed himself to
begin to believe it.
"It can. It has. We proved that on Frellia. Master, we
gave them the gift that they wanted. I didn't realize it myself
until we had done so. But we did. Do you not see?" His bright
eyes bid Qui-Gon to listen. "We demonstrated the harmony that
they covet. You dominated my body as I desired. And through my
submission to you, I gave you guidance. Together, we gave one
another trust. And it was--"
"Beautiful. Yes," Qui-Gon smiled as he remembered. He'd thought
the Frellians odd for their beliefs in social dominance and
submission. He'd not looked far enough into their motivations,
or into the nature of their ruling parties. The dominant ruler
made things happen, while submissive ruler quietly decided
what would happen. Qui-Gon had made erotic things happen
in their bedroom, but it was everything that Obi-Wan desired to
happen. More than give and take, it was mutual gift and
acceptance; each had learned his role and gave the other what
he needed.
He continued to caress Obi-Wan as the oppression of anxiety
lifted from him and dispersed. And as the seconds ticked away,
clarity comforted him in the wake of duplicity's farewell. And
he saw, finally, the intricate and fascinating connection he
and Obi-Wan had formed; a symbiosis that encompassed so much
more than the sexual. The reciprocity of power was simply
brilliant, and could grow and evolve as Obi-Wan neared his
Knighthood. Tethered to one another spiritually, their
boundaries would come naturally.
His fear was so long gone, it was like the phantom pang of an
old memory; no longer dangerous, but the echoes still sounded
softly in his mind as a reminder to never again forget his
harmony with Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan, who had subtly maneuvered yet again to press his belly
against Qui-Gon's groin, and was carefully petting his Master's
bare back. Soft young lips ghosted over his collarbone, then
skimmed along his throat. "I need you, Qui-Gon," quiet words
wafted hotly into the shell of his ear.
Hunger and want rumbled deep within him, and Qui-Gon could
sense their mutual urgency begin to build. Oh yes, Obi-Wan was
eager, too. The younger man's appetites triggered Qui-Gon's
own, creating a feedback loop of sensory give and take.
Obi-Wan's mouth latched on to Qui-Gon's throat. As his Padawan
sucked and nibbled, Qui-Gon responded to the thrill with firm
caresses over Obi-Wan's shoulders and back. The play of hard
muscle under smooth skin compounded his desire, and Obi-Wan's
appreciative moans granted permission for Qui-Gon to take
physical control.
He pulled back from Obi-Wan's mouth, clutched the younger man's
arms, and bodily hauled him up onto the bed with him. The blaze
in Obi-Wan's eyes as Qui-Gon stared down at him spoke of a deep
longing to be taken, and hard. At last, Qui-Gon was ready to
obey his Padawan to the fullest of his ability.
Oh yes, this was what he needed. Obi-Wan, spread out and ready
for him to touch and fondle as he pleased.
The young man's legs were parted, and held that way with the
thick, wooden spreader bar his apprentice had supplied. He was
bent at the waist over the footboard, with his forearms resting
on the bed. Qui-Gon stood behind him and shivered at the site
of Obi-Wan's scrotum hanging enticingly between his firm
cheeks.
Of all the visions of his Padawan, this one was the most
compelling, as it had been the last time Obi-Wan's body was his
to command. The most intimate part of the young man, boldly
presented to him, open and awaiting his pleasure-- the absolute
trust that Obi-Wan's submission represented sent ripples of
tenderness throughout his body, where the sensations settled in
his loins.
He knelt behind Obi-Wan and caressed his firm buttocks with
slow reverence. Lightly, he blew a warm puff of breath over the
sparse hairs on his Padawan's testicles, and the scent echoed
back to him, Obi-Wan's musk and the spice from his own dinner
on his breath. It made his cock throb.
Qui-Gon's tongue flicked out and he licked along Obi-Wan's
perineum, pleased by his Padawan's soft moan. He clasped his
hands around Obi-Wan's bound ankles at the base of the spreader
bar, and he leaned in again, intent on making love to Obi-Wan
with his mouth.
He traced every little wrinkle of the twitching anus,
moistening it and letting the pungent flavor come alive on his
tongue. Oh, he could never have enough of the taste of his
Padawan. He formed a point with the tip of his tongue and at
last poked into the hot center. Mm. And he could never get
enough of the sensation of Obi-Wan's little hole clamping down
on him as orgasm erupted.
"You taste wonderful, my Padawan," he whispered after his
tongue slid free.
"Master?" Obi-Wan asked after a gulp for air. "May I taste you
as well? I'd like to try it."
Yes, the idea had appeal, Qui-Gon decided.
Rising from behind Obi-Wan's still spread legs, Qui-Gon spied
the toy box beside the bed. His apprentice's ingenuity in this
regard was astonishing. He rummaged through the various
phalluses and exotic oils and lotions until he found what
suited his purpose.
Still supporting himself on his elbows, Obi-Wan turned his head
to his Master and cocked an eyebrow inquisitively.
"I think you're going to like this, Padawan."
"I have no doubt," the younger man replied, his eyes fixed on
the plug and oil in Qui-Gon's hands.
The plug was thin but expandable and had a fleshy texture.
Qui-Gon oiled it generously, enjoying the scent of heavy spice
as he slathered it. Hmm, and the oil grew warmer the more he
rubbed it in. Obi-Wan watched intently while Qui-Gon worked,
and the Master could tell by the younger man's squirming hips
that the boy wouldn't be able to stand the spreader bar much
longer.
Standing at Obi-Wan's hip, Qui-Gon bent so he could watch as
the plug slid smoothly inside his apprentice's tongue-loosened
anus. Obi-Wan's moan was soft and long, continuing even after
the finger-length plug was nestled inside him.
Qui-Gon tossed the remote inflater to Obi-Wan's butt plug onto
the head of the bed and stripped out of his leggings,
anticipation making his hands tremble. Kneeling on the bed, he
grabbed the remote, got on all fours and crawled backward until
his bare behind was inches from Obi-Wan's face. Anxious for
Obi-Wan's mouth, Qui-Gon spread his knees wide. "Lick me," he
commanded.
Warm breath from a whispered 'Yes' wafted over Qui-Gon's sac.
The flicker of a wet tongue on his perineum made him twitch,
and reflexively he squeezed the remote inflater in his hand.
Obi-Wan's sharp gasp against his testicles told Qui-Gon that
the plug inside Obi-Wan had just expanded a little.
His Padawan recovered quickly, though, and with a groan began
to lay kisses and soft licks over Qui-Gon's balls and the
insides of his buttocks, teasing his needy anus with the
promise of lavish attention.
Oh! And then it began. Obi-Wan's moist tongue circled him and
then fluttered over him, then finally slid inside of him,
darting in and out of his tight ring. He thrust, and laved with
fervor; and every time Qui-Gon squeezed the inflater, Obi-Wan
moaned and wriggled his tongue even deeper.
Electric tingles like crackling live wires gathered in
Qui-Gon's groin. Too soon! He didn't want to come yet! Fighting
back the surges, he squeezed hard on remote in his hand and
groaned long and low.
Obi-Wan's tongue pulled out of him and he cried out softly.
Immediately, Qui-Gon let go of the remote.
He could feel Obi-Wan fighting back his own climax and knew
that they'd been on the same brink.
His Padawan's forehead rested on Qui-Gon's buttocks, where his
panting sent warm puffs of breath on his thoroughly wet bottom.
His legs still trembling, Qui-Gon turned and sat on the bed,
took Obi-Wan's face in his hands and kissed him deeply,
savoring the flavors on Obi-Wan's tongue and lips. When he
pulled back, Obi-Wan's expression was fiercely hungry. His
Padawan demanded to be fucked. Immediately. Mercilessly.
Qui-Gon intended to obey.
Qui-Gon could tell it was a relief when Obi-Wan's ankles were
unbound from the spreader bar, and he spared a moment for a
quick rubdown of Obi-Wan's quivering legs. But the plug was
still snugly in place, and had been expanded to a girth nearly
equal to Qui-Gon's erect cock. Obi-Wan had been placed on his
belly on the bed, and one knee was bent high, allowing Qui-Gon
a peek at the end of the plug that remained outside of
Obi-Wan's anus.
Carefully, he pulled, and the phallus slowly slid out, to the
sound of Obi-Wan's soft mewling. Once free, Qui-Gon tossed it
aside where it landed next to the bed with a light thud. He
then selected a rich cream to coat his cock with.
"Qui-Gon, NOW!"
"Patience, Padawan," he ordered with more calm than he felt.
Stroking the thick cream over his shaft was testing his
control.
At last he draped himself over Obi-Wan's warm body and
positioned the head of his cock at Obi-Wan's ready entrance.
Obi-Wan pressed his face into the pillow and arched his hips.
"Qui-Gon, please," his muffled voice pleaded.
Qui-Gon sank inside in one smooth stroke. Tight and velvety,
Obi-Wan felt incredible. Stretched or not, his Padawan's
channel still gripped him relentlessly. Nuzzling into Obi-Wan's
sweaty hair, Qui-Gon began to move. The slippery passage
gripped him as he retreated, and welcomed him as he slid home.
Working his hand under Obi-Wan, he grasped his Padawan's thick
erection and began to pump. His hand was still slick from the
cream he coated his own cock with, and Obi-Wan's sighs and
moans were appreciative.
The sounds of Obi-Wan's pleasure made Qui-Gon's body tingle. So
solid and strong, Obi-Wan was everything to him. He'd do
anything to hear those passionate groans and the unashamed
whimpering, anything.
Oh yes, Obi-Wan was right; as surely as Qui-Gon possessed his
Padawan's body, Obi-Wan was yet the Master of Qui-Gon's soul.
Ever deeper, he thrust, making himself more and more Obi-Wan's.
Inevitably, they reached the highest crest and had to fall.
Body to body, and heart to heart, they fell together, pleasure
surging to a cacophony of cries. Qui-Gon squeezed a shuddering
Obi-Wan tightly, even as his own body trembled from the sheer
force of the orgasm.
His energy drained, Qui-Gon felt impossibly heavy and couldn't
find it in him to move. He was also still buried deep within
Obi-Wan and was loathe to pull out.
"Good," Obi-Wan murmured, his face still nuzzled into his
pillow. "I like the feel of you still lodged inside me."
Qui-Gon smiled against Obi-Wan's hair. "So I really didn't hurt
you?"
"Of course not. I told you; you can't." The reply was sleepy.
"That you did."
After a contented sigh, Qui-Gon did shift just enough to take
some of his weight off Obi-Wan, but he still clutched the
younger man to him.
"Mm. I've been thinking," Obi-Wan said a few moments later.
"And?" Qui-Gon asked, intrigued by the mischief he heard in
Obi-Wan's tone.
"Maybe one day, just for remembrance sake mind you, I could
slip some Halla root into your tea."
Qui-Gon couldn't help but chuckle. "Obi-Wan, you are sometimes
the most confounding young man!"
His Padawan chuckled along with him, prompting Qui-Gon to hold
him closer so he could enjoy the rumble of the younger man's
chest.
"But it would be a game, not a lie," Obi-Wan finally replied
when he grew still again.
"No more lies, Obi-Wan." It was a promise to them both; a
promise that would be kept since they had faith to protect them
now.
The cool night air caressed their heated skin, and as Qui-Gon
drifted to sleep, he blessed the Force and Obi-Wan for the
gifts that duplicity had given him, as well as its timely
farewell.
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