Faithless

by Lorraine (Blucola@aol.com)

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Archive: M_A and anyone who asks.
Pairing: Q/OtherCategory: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Faithless Qui leaves their bed to cheat on Obi-Wan with another.

He often slipped away from the Temple when the boredom became too much. Too much teaching, too much responsibility, too much of everything, including being the perfect, sweet and caring lover. He would cover his street clothes with his Jedi robe, then stuff that aside into a dark and secret spot once he was out of view of the prying eyes of his fellow Masters and the padawans, most especially his padawan.

He needed to bottom and he had precious little chance of that in his own bed. Soon, he would be pressed up against a wall, his leggings tangled around his ankles, a cock or fingers or any other alien appendage which might just do the trick, shoved deep inside him. He would howl and buck, the pain of entry exquisite in his need to be taken, dominated, the control of his years wrested away with the agony. It was good and intoxicating, it was a marvel he hadn't discovered the need many years before. But, one couldn't say Qui-Gon Jinn was a slow study. Once given the taste of his own rough desires, he had sought it on his own at every available opportunity.

He turned a corner and stopped, standing not 10 feet from him was the man responsible for the Jedi Master's recent falls from grace. "Windu," he breathed, then toughened his expression. "Slumming?"

Mace pushed away from the dura-steel wall he'd been leaning against and yawned. "Took your damn sweet time about it tonight, Jinn. Did you have to tuck your baby boy in?"

"You're inability to fuck well is matched by your wit, Mace. Stand aside and let me pass," Qui-Gon sneered as he started to move forward.

Mace stepped in front of Qui-Gon and cuffed him across the face. "I think you need to shut your mouth and just bend over, cuz we both know how this is going to end."

Suddenly angry, despite the fact that getting bent over was the reason he'd sneaked out of his own warm bed, Qui-Gon struck back, bloodying Mace's nose.

"You always go for the nose, you pussy," Mace snarled as he covered it with the palm of one hand while whirling around to elbow Jinn in the chest, then hooked a foot behind one of his ankles and easily felled the other Master.

Qui-Gon landed hard, with a loud exhalation of pain, then grabbed both of Mace's ankles. "You should expect me to do that then, you dumb fuck," he grunted as he tugged the other man off his feet.

Mace twisted so that he would fall forward, onto Jinn, where he easily pinned him. "Who said I didn't?" He asked conversationally, having barely broken a sweat.

Qui-Gon drove two fingers into Mace's side, then grabbed a large section of skin and pinched it hard between his thumb and forefinger. Mace grunted, then threatened to break the bones in the arm he had immobilized. He gave a good hard pull to demonstrate his point, causing Qui-Gon to cry out in pain.

"Do you give?" Mace snarled. Qui-Gon glared at him mutinously, then finally capitulated. "Yes."

Not a man to just take it on faith that his prize will be well behaved Mace kept the arm pinned painfully as he freed his other hand to rip at Qui-Gon's leggings. "Careful," Qui-Gon protested, "I still have to have these to get home."

Mace clenched his jaw and with a slow deliberate twist of his wrist, he tore the leggings from waist to thigh and manhandled Qui-Gon into position. "You better have prepared yourself, because you get nothing but this from me tonight," he taunted Qui-Gon as he freed himself one-handedly from his own pants and spanked Qui-Gon lightly across the flanks with his erect penis.

"Is that all you can think to do, talk? Let me up, you're as boring here as you are in a Council Meeting," Qui-Gon mocked, then pushed against Mace.

"Be still!" Mace roughly shoved Qui-Gon into the position he favored, and then wrapped his hand around his throat. Qui-Gon grunted, he was going to be showing the effects of his late night tomorrow. But for now, he didn't care, he stayed on his knees, ass in the air, arm- twisted behind his back and his cheek grinding into the pavement, waiting to be taken like a bitch in heat. "Any time now," he whined.

He had nothing to ease the passage of Mace's cock into his body, not even a slick lining of the lube which always stood in its tube on the bedside table. He'd wanted pain and that's what he was getting tonight as he felt delicate tissue tear. Slowly, Mace worked himself into the other man, millimeter by excruciating millimeter. Qui-Gon did indeed howl as the thick head popped past the rings of muscle and Mace stopped. "Are you injured?" He asked, concerned.

"Move, dam nit," Qui-Gon demanded, "it's worse if you just stop you stupid bastard!"

"Fine, have it your way, you old goat," Mace replied pissily as he started to work himself in short savage strokes inside of Qui-Gon.

Maybe that wasn't terribly smart, Qui-Gon reflected as he kneeled on the ground, dirt and pavement working its way into his skin with every thrust of Mace into his body. The burn was all consuming, licking from where Mace had him speared and up his spine. He shoved back as best he could, not one to ever like being called lazy, taking more, harder, deeper. He had a free hand, it occurred to him. One that could be put to good use, so he did, stroking his own turgid flesh harshly.

It was over quickly, with Mace shouting his completion and Qui-Gon trying to scream, but unable with his air cut off as Mace squeezed his throat in the throes of passion. Finally they subsided and with painful movements, separated. Qui-Gon hissed as he felt the salty semen sting his torn flesh as Mace retreated. There was blood, but that could be treated easily enough with a little bacta.

Qui-Gon pulled his tattered pants up as best he could, sighing as they simply flopped back over his ass. He looked at Mace he just smiled and shrugged.

"I'll walk you back to your cloak, Qui," he told him with a smile as Qui-Gon looked at him in surprise. "Do you think I don't notice you leave?" He clapped a hand on the Master's shoulder. "Come on old man, we both have a Council Meeting in the morning."

"Bastard," Qui-Gon told him affectionately.

They retrieved Qui-Gon's cloak and then made the journey back to the temple. Neither of them noticed the small form following them, or the moment when it slipped ahead and inside before them.

By the time Qui-Gon reached the quarters he shared with his padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, the young man had shed his clothes and tucked himself into the bed. He listened as Qui-Gon attended to his minor cuts and bruises and didn't even object when he was pulled up against the larger form.

Someday, he vowed, when he was larger, stronger and more likely to win the fight, he'd teach his faithless lover a lesson he'd not soon forget. He eventually fell asleep in the midst of planning his retribution, while Qui-Gon slept away, blissfully unaware.