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Summary: A Jedi must lose his virginity or lose his life.
Notes: Thanks to Emu, the immortal words "virgin sacrifice at
dawn", and the ensuing thread. This isn't the pithy little
story it started out to be, but I hope you like it anyway.
They had been working back to back mission without a break for
almost two years. It was unusual, but there was a growing
darkness over the Republic like a blanket slowly descending and
the Jedi's resources were stretched thin. Nevertheless, Qui-Gon
had insisted that he and his Padawan be given a week's respite
-some time to wind down and leave duty behind. He had suggested
the planet Nisuv as it was time for their annual renewal
festival. The week long revelry celebrated the previous year's
bounty and asked that the coming year be as plentiful. The
Council had reluctantly agreed that the pair had been pushed
well passed the usual limits and that leave was indeed called
for, perhaps at this point even more a necessity than a
privilege. Nisuv had the advantage of being only a day away
from their current location.
Their arrival had been greeted by Hersal -an old friend of
Qui-Gon's who had issued an open invitation to the festival
years earlier and was now delighted to be taken up on it.
Hersal was a jovial man, slightly more rotund in the middle
than Qui-Gon remembered; his dark hair silvered by age and his
tanned skin now lined. He was the perfect host and, it seemed,
Nisuv was the perfect planet for rest and relaxation.
The festival had been, to date, lovely. No portend had
presented itself during the first days to caution that it would
not end as well as it had started, no warning that this year
the gods would do what they had not done in more than several
hundred years.
Thus they found themselves on the evening of the third day of
the festival, relaxed and wandering slowly along the beach,
weaving in and out among the revellers. Qui-Gon wore a loose
cream-coloured tunic and his leggings -his main concession to
the lush heat was his bare feet. Obi-Wan on the other hand had
followed native tradition more closely. His Jedi leggings were
topped by nothing more than his own flesh painted in intricate
swirling patterns with purple dye from the calla flower. He
wore a crown of daisies and two of the small, white flowers had
been twined into his braid. Qui-Gon couldn't help smiling
indulgently at his Padawan.
"You've taken to the native custom of dress quite readily."
"Not quite, Master," replied Obi-Wan, his mouth curling upwards
in a teasing smile.
Qui-Gon chuckled, acknowledging the truth of Obi-Wan's words.
The young man wore trousers in deference to Jedi modesty -the
men and women around them were naked but for the tattoos that
decorated their bodies.
"But if you would prefer..."
"It's not necessary on my account, Padawan. But perhaps you
would feel more comfortable going all out, so to speak."
"I think the tattoos are enough of a nod to native tradition,"
said Obi-Wan, his ready grin conceding the point to his Master.
Qui-Gon wondered idly if Obi-Wan's tattoos painted his entire
body, or if they ended where they disappeared into the white
leggings that hung low on his Padawan's hips.
"They cover my entire body," Obi-Wan said, as if he'd caught
the stray thought.
They strolled slowly along the beach, the white sand warm and
shifting beneath their feet. A light breeze began to blow off
the water; a welcome respite from the cloying heat. The sun had
been down for some hours and the moons were just starting to
move up over the horizon, their twin circles slightly
overlapped.
"Yes, Obi-Wan, I feel it too," Qui-Gon said quietly, responding
to the wave of contentment and ease that rolled off of his
Padawan.
The peace was shattered by a youth careening around the small
outcropping of rocks ahead of them. He ran full tilt into
Obi-Wan, the young Jedi grasping his arms to steady him.
"The twin moons are one! The twin moons are one! The sacrifice
is demanded!" The young man shouted the words into Obi-Wan's
face before wrenching free of his grasp and rushing past them
to repeat the words as he ran pall mall down the beach. The two
Jedi turned to watch his progress, noting the frantic activity
he left in his path; people, who only moments earlier had been
dancing and sitting and laughing together, were pulling their
belongings together, some not even taking the time to do this,
and rushing from the beach.
Qui-Gon grabbed a small boy as he tried to dart around them.
"What's going on?" he asked the child. Large eyes turned up to
his face and a small fingers tried to peel the large hands from
his waist.
"It's the gods -they demand sacrifice. The moons are one!"
"What sacrifice?" asked Obi-Wan, but the boy had finally
managed to wriggle from Qui-Gon's grasp and he ran from them
without looking back.
"Most unusual."
"Yes, Master, most unusual indeed."
They made their way back to Hersal's beach house, the sand
growing rough beneath their feet as they sped their pace. The
frantic running around them had turned into sheer panic, urging
them to hurry.
"Ah, my friends -you are safe." Hersal opened the door as they
came up the path, ushering them in quickly and locking the door
behind them. It was the first time they'd seen more than a
light screen bar the entrance to the man's home.
"Can you tell us what is going on?" asked Qui-Gon.
"It's something that hasn't happened for many generations. The
twin moons have become one."
"Yes, so everyone says."
"Sacrifice is demanded." Hershel spoke solemnly.
"Yes, we got that part," Qui-Gon's irritation coloured his
words for a moment before he took a deep breath and continued
much more calmly. "Perhaps you would be good enough to share
with us the nature of this sacrifice."
Hersal nodded, waving them to sitting room where he indicated
that they should sit. The Jedi did so, Qui-Gon pointedly
watching his old friend.
"I apologise, old friend -I'm afraid I am more than a little
frazzled by this turn of events. Our traditions claim that the
gods sometimes demand a sacrifice for their bounty. Something
more than a pretty celebration. They would let us know by
merging the twin moons at some point during the festival."
"There's an eclipse of one moon of the other," exclaimed
Obi-Wan, beginning to put it together.
"Yes, and when this sign is shown, at dawn of the night of the
merging we must sacrifice our virgins to the sea." Hersal's
voice had been dropping with each word and as he pronounced the
last in a barely heard whisper there was a loud thumping upon
the door, making all three men jump. Throwing them an
apologetic look, Hersal left the Jedi and rushed to answer the
summons.
"What a bizarre tradition," said Obi-Wan. "Well, at least we're
safe from this nonsense."
"Um..."
"Master?"
"Yes, ObiWan?"
"You are...you're trying to tell me that...what...how on earth
does a man reach your age and still be a virgin?" Obi-Wan
winced as the words came out of his mouth - of all the
questions he could have asked, he had chosen the least
diplomatic. He began to apologise immediately. "I'm sorry,
Master. It's really none of my busi-"
"Normally, no it would not be any of your business, Padawan,"
Qui-Gon interrupted him. "But these are obviously not normal
times."
"We could just not tell them." Obi-Wan suggested. Qui-Gon
merely looked at him and Obi-Wan managed a weak grin. "Or we
could try to find another solution first, leaving untruths as
our last resort."
"Indeed." Qui-Gon got up and walked calmly over to the large
window overlooking the private beach that backed Hersal's home.
Despite the fact that the night sky had, effectively, lost one
of it's moons, it was still quite bright. "It would seem
however, that the solution is actually quite simple."
"Yes, Master, I had thought that myself. If you were no longer
a virgin there would be no problem." Obi-Wan remained sitting
on the small couch, giving his Master space, even as he
carefully watched the straight-backed figure.
"I would imagine that this particular answer is being practised
among the Nisuvians."
Getting up from the couch, Obi-Wan moved quietly to where
Qui-Gon stood contemplating the dark break of waves over the
white sands of the beach. He didn't speak until the older man
turned to look at him.
"Master, I would humbly offer my services to you in this
matter."
"Padawan." Qui-Gon's large hands cupped Obi-Wan's head, thumbs
drawing soft circles over his cheeks, following the purple
markings that curled along the bone. "Obi-Wan. I do not wish to
burden you with this."
"I assure you, my Master, it will be no burden." He looked up
into Qui-Gon's eyes, letting his love and affection for the man
who was his Master flow through the Force between them.
"Then so be it." They looked into each other's eyes for several
minutes, each reassuring the other without words that they
accepted the task set before them willingly. The closing of the
front door broke them apart. "But first we must ask Hersal if
there is anything we can do for the Nisuvians. Our first duty
is to the people, not to ourselves."
"I hardly think deflowering the virgin population of the planet
will be a practical solution, Master."
Qui-Gon's startled glance gave way to a smile and he couldn't
stop the faint chuckle that escaped. His face grew serious
again as they turned to face Hersal.
"Is there anything we can do, my friend, to help your people?"
"No. The gods will not want the children, and no one else will
still be a virgin before this night is out. Tradition claims
that the gods are happier with the sacrifice of virginity than
that of virgins anyway." Qui-Gon eyes slid to his Padawan's
face, catching the quick twist of lips as the young man
suppressed a grin. "I'm afraid I must leave you both though. I
am the Kolic of my neighbour's two daughters and son and I must
do my duty by them this night so that they can lose their
virginity but retain their honour." He laughed without mirth.
"The position of Kolic has been nothing more than ceremonial
for hundreds of years and I wonder why the gods choose this
time to demand the sacrifice. I must go, I trust you will be
okay here on your own?" The two Jedi nodded gravely, watching
the small man hurry back to the door.
Qui-Gon turned back to the window, once again picking up his
contemplation of the shore. Obi-Wan stood at his side, feeling
somewhat awkward as he waited for a sign that his Master was
ready to begin. It suddenly occurred to him, as they stood
there silently, that in this it was he who should lead, that
perhaps the older man was waiting for him to get things
started.
"Master- Qui-Gon," he said breaking the thickening silence,
"may I ask how it is that you are still a virgin? It's just
that I cannot imagine that it would be from lack of
opportunity."
"No, it was a conscious decision. The life of a Jedi Knight is
not always his own -he is bound by the dictates of the Council.
I did not wish to subject a lover to the vagaries of that life.
It did not seem fair. And as I had no interest in indulging in
random coupling, I have remained celibate."
"So I won't be violating a solemn vow," Obi-Wan murmured.
Qui-Gon looked startled for a moment, before placing a
reassuring hand on Obi-Wan's shoulders. The gesture was
familiar, but the lack of clothing between Obi-Wan's flesh and
his palms, as well as the situation they found themselves in,
were not and he had to clear his throat before he spoke.
"No, Obi-Wan. There is no vow and I shall do this with you
willingly. I cannot think of anyone I would rather have as my
first lover."
"Thank you, Master. I will do my best to make it a beautiful
experience for you." Obi-Wan put his hand over the older man's,
grateful that, as always, his Master seemed to see to the root
of his disquiet and know just what to say to dispel it. The
hands on his shoulders dropped away as he stepped forward. Half
turning he held out his hand to the bigger man.
"Shall we go down to the beach and offer the gods your
virginity?"
Qui-Gon took the hand Obi-Wan held out to him and let himself
be led out the side door and down to the beach. They walked
along the private expanse for a short distance, wandering over
several dunes until they were hidden from view of the house.
They stood facing the waves, hand in hand, the silver orb of
the merged moons hanging over the water, the reflection
winnowing across the waves. The light breeze that had whispered
across the beach earlier had now picked up, blowing the Jedi's
clothes against their bodies. Obi-Wan's gaze moved to the man
beside him, admiring the long, body outlined by the clinging
cloth, he felt his cock stir as it began to sink in that he was
going to be making love to this man -his, until now,
unattainable and untouchable Master.
Obi-Wan slipped out of his leggings, letting them drop to the
ground along with the cloak he'd snagged as they'd left
Hersal's cottage. Moving to stand in front of the bigger man,
he pulled Qui-Gon's head down until their foreheads were
touching, their mouths a breath away from each other.
"I love you, Qui-Gon Jinn." He spoke the words softly, letting
his feelings wind with them, illuminating the truth of them.
Then, pressing forward, Obi-Wan kissed Qui-Gon. His lips
nibbled softly at the older man's, tongue coming out to dance
along the soft flesh until Qui-Gon's mouth opened on a small
noise and Obi-Wan slid his tongue in. Eyes closed, body
pressing more and more tightly against the large frame, he
poured his heart and soul into the kiss. By the time they
pulled apart, Obi-Wan's hard cock was pressed tightly against
the answering bulge at Qui-Gon's groin.
"Lesson the first," Obi-Wan whispered into Qui-Gon's ear as his
fingers worked the single knot out of the sash keeping the
older man's tunic closed, "making love usually works better
when naked." Giving Qui-Gon's earlobe a final suck, Obi-Wan
stepped back to admire the body he was disrobing. Qui-Gon stood
still as Obi-Wan tried to make his shaking fingers work. The
knot slipped free and Obi-Wan pushed the tunic from Qui-Gon's
shoulders, moving to pull the loose leggings down. Finally the
bigger man's clothing lay in a heap by his feet and Obi-Wan's
breath caught in his throat as he admired the rangy length of
his soon-to-be-lover's body.
Qui-Gon's long chest was well-defined, his stomach flat and
inviting the gaze to drift lower. His penis, half-hard and
growing under Obi-Wan's scrutiny, topped muscled legs and
elegant feet.
During Obi-Wan's appraisal, Qui-Gon's stare had been no less
frank. The younger man was covered from head to toe with the
swirling markings of the Nisuvian festival. The purple tattoo,
for on closer inspection it proved to be a single flowing
pattern, shone dark silver in the light of the singled moons.
It was unbroken by the slim padawan braid -the artist had taken
the thin rope of hair into account when he'd painted the young
apprentice's body. Obi-Wan's shaft jutted from his body, the
purple design covering even this part of him.
"And lesson the second?" Qui-Gon asked huskily, feeling a need
to soften the sudden urgency that thrummed through his body.
"Lesson the second," Obi-Wan repeated the words softly, looking
somewhat distracted by the view in front of him. He pulled his
eyes up and met Qui-Gon's gaze. "You may stop me at any time if
you are in any way uncomfortable I would not hurt you for
anything in the universe."
"Only if the reverse is also true."
"Of course," said Obi-Wan. "Lesson the third, go with your
instinct, do what feels right -you may do anything to me that
you wish."
"Anything?" Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow, silently asking if
Obi-Wan thought this was wise. A shiver went through Obi-Wan's
body, but he wasn't cold.
"Yes, Mas- Qui-Gon. Anything." He opened his arms, inviting
Qui-Gon into their circle.
Qui-Gon moved forward, sweeping Obi-Wan up into a deep kiss,
his tongue roving through Obi-Wan's mouth, learning its taste
and texture. His hands drifted down Obi-Wan's back and, taking
a full cheek in each hand, he pulled the younger man's body
tightly to his own.
"You're a fast learner," Obi-Wan managed as Qui-Gon's mouth
left his to lick and nip it's way to his ear where it teased
the lobe until Obi-Wan was moaning.
"I wish to impress the teacher," he breathed into the ear he
was tormenting with his teeth.
"I think it's working" gasped Obi-Wan as Qui-Gon shifted and
their erections stroked against each other, heat branding heat.
He clutched momentarily at Qui-Gon's arms before loosening his
hold and running his hands along the lines delineating the firm
muscles. He slid his fingers up and along Qui-Gon's shoulders
before slipping them around the bigger man's back, tracing the
long groove of spine down to Qui-Gon's ass.
Qui-Gon's hands moved along Obi-Wan's body, still taking his
cues from the younger man. But instead of muscles, he traced
the tattoo over Obi-Wan's skin, reading it like a Braille map.
Panting, Obi-Wan arched into the touch before sagging into
Qui-Gon in an effort to stay upright.
"Are you sure you've never done this before?"
Qui-Gon shook his head from where it nested in the crook of
Obi-Wan's neck. The younger man shivered as Qui-Gon's beard
tickled along the sensitive skin there and he pulled away,
breathing harshly.
"Let me just get this spread out," he said, grabbing Qui-Gon's
cloak from the sand, holding the bottom of it and letting the
wind take the rest. It billowed for a moment before floating to
the ground. Obi-Wan grabbed Qui-Gon's hands and pulled him down
to his knees on the cloak, his lips latching onto the nearest
skin and sucking vigorously.
Qui-Gon shuddered and shakily returned to exploring the
intricacies of Obi-Wan's tattoo, his large hands oddly delicate
as they traced the curves and hollows revealed by the purple
swirls. Obi-Wan became lost in the sensation of touching and
being touched, their emotions swirling on the Force around them
like a third participant in their love-making. The twined moon
was gone and the first fingers of dawn were lending a golden
hue to their flesh when Obi-Wan felt the first wave lap at
their knees, reminding him why he and his Master were currently
exploring each other's bodies. With dawn rushing upon them,
they needed to proceed quickly. Pressing Qui-Gon into the
ground and kneeling over him, he reached back to prepare
himself. Pushing a finger into his own body, Obi-Wan used the
force to help ease the muscles. He gasped, arching as Qui-Gon's
hand moved along his thigh and around his buttocks, one long
finger probing and joining his inside his passage. The water
swirled insistently up around their thighs and Obi-Wan
straightened, their fingers falling from him as he rose up on
his knees over his lover.
He moved down until the head of Qui-Gon's cock pressed against
his opening, his eyes flying to the older man's. Qui-Gon nudged
up gently, answering the silent query and Obi-Wan sank slowly
down onto the waiting shaft, arching back as the long slide
ended with Qui-Gon's cock nestled against his prostate.
As the water continued to lap at them, the heavy undertow a
forceful reminder of the threat that lay over them, Obi-Wan
began to move. Qui-Gon quickly picked up the rhythm, grabbing
hold of his hips and bucking up into his body every time
Obi-Wan came down on his cock. Qui-Gon's eyes were already
closed, mouth open and panting. Obi-Wan let his own eyes close,
focusing on the sensations battering at his body; the water
swirling around their bodies; the wind rushing over his skin;
and Qui-Gon's cock buried deeply within his body.
Their orgasms built as the water continued to rise, waves
crashing against and over them until they were completely
engulfed. The sea tugged insistently, trying to pull Qui-Gon
out to it's depths. Obi-Wan held his breath, body moving faster
and faster, the cool water swirling around him, caressing his
body, pushing and pulling at him. Qui-Gon left one big hand on
his hip, anchoring him, the other reached up wrapped around his
braid, tugging at it and pulling him down. Their mouths met and
they kissed, tongues twining together.
Obi-Wan felt the stream of heat deep within his body as Qui-Gon
came and then he was coming too, screaming silently into
Qui-Gon's mouth. The water pulled back, swirling around their
bodies and then rushing away before coming back to lap quietly
at their feet.
Leaning down, Obi-Wan licked at Qui-Gon's lips, tasting the
salt-sting of the sea, before kissing him deeply. Qui-Gon's
arms wrapped around him as Obi-Wan shifted, letting the
softening cock slide from his body. He lay down, letting his
legs twine into Qui-Gon's as his arm slid possessively across
the broad chest.
Together they watched the dawn-painted sky fade to soft morning
light.
"I think," said Qui-Gon, "that perhaps I should rethink my
stance on love and duty."
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