Spoilers: It's set before TPM, so I don't hardly think so. Then
again, I don't hardly think, either.
Rating: NC-17. One of these days, I'll figure out what that
stands for.
Category: Sarcastic smart-assishness + smut = a couple of happy
Jedi's and a lot of confused people.
Warnings: By the time you've finished, the nicest thing you'll
probably say is: "I'm more interested in her thought
processes than this fic!" But hey, I was encouraged to do
this epilogue by none other than James Walkswithwind (hallowed
be thy fics.) I'm just the messenger, so if you feel the need
to flambe, point your loose screws in the other direction! It
was all his idea. And look at it this way: Sanity is
so overrated.
Summary: Epilogue to "Come on Down". How do you think
everybody's favorite Jedi spell relief?
Disclaimer: (barricades self in house with the copyrights to
the boy-toys of Star Wars) Mine! They're all mine! I borrowed
'em fair an' square! (gets faced with rather nasty lawsuit and
rapidly rethinks this game plan) Ahhhhh... okay. Fine, you can
have 'em, George. I was just kidding, you know that! Please
don't sue! I have nothing to give! There's no money being made
off this, but if there were, I'd gladly lay it on your altar!
(Common Sense: Ah, hey, Stripey, don't you think you're going
overboard?) (Wonder Stripe: Who? Me? Never.) (CS: Are you
getting smart with me?) (WS: How would you know?) (CS:
Pi{censored} you f{censored} {censored again!}) Hmph. See what
I have to put up with? And all just to play with a couple o'
cutie-butts . . .
Obi-Wan was thoroughly confused.
He had assumed, after he and his master, Qui-Gon Jinn, had been
escorted back to the spaceship that had taken them to Black
Rock, that his master would also be a quivering volcano of
passion, ready to erupt. Preferably, somewhere in Obi-Wan's
general vicinity.
As it was, the two Jedi were striding through the corridors of
the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, heading for the Council Chamber
to give their report about the "game show" they had been
abducted to play on.
The trip back on the spaceship had been uneventful - much to
Obi-Wan's frustrated disappointment - and so the younger Jedi's
mind was a morass of confusion about why Qui-Gon had done
nothing, determination not to say or do anything that would
embarrass either or them in front of the Council, and a mental
note to ambush his master later on and work off his pent-up
frustration in a thoroughly satisfying manner.
They waited outside the Council Chamber for a few moments, then
were called inside. The two Jedi swept into the room and stood
in the middle, bowing low to their masters. Then they commenced
with their reports.
Mace Windu and Yoda exchanged glances after being told about
the Ioras and the Ysalimiri.
"We'll have to investigate this. It's important that we know
how these creatures prevent us from accessing the Force, and
how we might get around that problem if we're ever faced with
it again," Mace said.
Yoda nodded. "Good suggestion, this. Send teams of Jedi and
non-Force sensitives, we must. Need a predicament like this
again, we do not."
You're telling me! Obi-Wan grumbled to himself. If I
don't get hold of my master sooner, rather than later, there's
going to be a loud fizzing sound and a stain on the floor that
will never come out! Maybe Master Qui-Gon's Naked Yoda tactic
isn't such a bad idea . . .
The younger Jedi swallowed hard and fought the urge to blush
when Yoda turned wise, knowing eyes on him, his ears perking up
and fanning straight out from his head.
"Having problems are you, Padawan Kenobi? Awfully silent, yet
fidgety, you are," Yoda pointed out quietly.
Obi-Wan struggled to find the right words to say. After all, he
didn't exactly want to blurt out: "My Master has, for some
reason, ignored the fact that I really want to make love right
away. Sorry, Master Yoda, I just seem to be in that old
carnality way."
After a few moments of silence, he finally said slowly, "I'm
sorry, Master Yoda. This latest experience has left me with
many . . . things to work through."
Qui-Gon chose that moment to spoke up. "Perhaps, my Padawan,
you require some meditation once we are back in our quarters?"
The elder Jedi successfully squished his grin when he correctly
deciphered the look his Padawan gave him: Thou hast
got to be kidding me, my Master.
Obi-Wan finally grit his teeth and replied, "As you wish,
Master."
Qui-Gon just nodded noncommittally and turned his attention
back to the Council.
The Council had seen, heard, and understood enough. Waving his
hand in dismissal, Mace Windu sat back and said, "You may go
about your business now, Master Qui-Gon, Padawan Kenobi. We'll
call for you again when we require your services."
The Master and Padawan field operatives team bowed to the
Council and turned to go. They had made it through the first
set of doors and were heading for the second set when Obi-Wan
said quietly to Qui-Gon, "Do you suppose Master Yoda knows how
cute he looks with those ears of his perked up like that?"
Qui-Gon shot his apprentice a stern, if slightly amused,
warning glance.
It was too late. Before they reached the doors, they heard Yoda
call out, "Heard that, I did. Miss much, these 'cute ears' do
not."
Obi-Wan scrunched his face up in a desperate attempt to
restrain the howl of laughter that wanted out and Qui-Gon
locked his jaw and tightened his throat muscles to do the same.
Then he grabbed his apprentice's shoulder and the two of them
went bolting out the door and out into the corridors of the
Temple.
Mace Windu waited until the doors were closed. Then he stole a
glance at Master Yoda and simply cracked up.
Yoda gazed upon the human man who sat slumped in his Council
Seat, laughing his head off, and gave a small, toothless grin.
He decided it was a better way to end a report than to have
made mention about the "Yoda Tactic" he'd gleaned from young
Kenobi's mind.
Not that the diminutive Jedi Master wouldn't have a talk with
Qui-Gon about that, but he supposed it would have to wait. At
the moment, he sensed that the tall Jedi Master had far more
pressing matters to deal with.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were in their quarters and, making good on
his word, the Jedi Master had ordered his apprentice and
himself into meditation poses.
Qui-Gon sat quietly with his eyes closed. It shouldn't be
long now. The boy is, after all, set to go off like a nuclear
warhead. The "fallout" should be well worth the explosion,
though.
No sooner was this thought processed when he felt soft, warm
lips over his, kissing him hungrily, determinedly as two very
skillful and nicely-shaped hands went after his belt, undoing
that, his sash, and then beginning to push his tunics from his
shoulders.
He opened his eyes, a grip shaping his mouth under Obi-Wan's,
and said, "Is there anything you'd like to get off your chest,
Obi-Wan?"
"Actually, I was hoping you'd take care of it for me," was the
quick and sassy reply.
"Really. And just what might that be?"
"A belt, a sash, two tunics and an undershirt. And I'd really
like them gone now." Obi-Wan kissed his master again
after delivering that statement.
Qui-Gon laughed and reached for his apprentice, pulling the
younger man into his arms and taking his mouth in a hot,
hungry, breathless kiss. His large hands moved, working
quickly, and soon the clothing that Obi-Wan had so eagerly
demanded be removed from his body was gone.
Keeping the younger man in his lap, Qui-Gon bent and slid hot,
wet kisses from Obi-Wan's jaw down his neck to tease at his
collarbones. Then he nibbled his way down the younger man's
chest until he could lap at one semi-erect nipple, grinning at
the low, urgent moan that came from the hot-blooded young man
in his arms.
Obi-Wan trembled on Qui-Gon's lap, slowly rolling his hips atop
his master so that his hardness could rub gently against his
master's arousal. He moaned again when Qui-Gon covered his
nipple with his mouth and suckled firmly as the long, blunt
fingers of his other hand played with the other nipple. He
moved harder against his master and moaned, "Master . . .
Qui-Gon . . . please!"
Qui-Gon rolled the younger man beneath him and smiled as he lay
above Obi-Wan. "Please what, love?" he asked softly.
Obi-Wan gazed up at the face he loved more than anything else
and reached up stroke his hands over the broad shoulders,
urging the older man to come closer to him. As their lips met,
he pulled back slightly and whispered, "Make love with me! I
can't wait any more . . ."
Qui-Gon grinned and nipped Obi-Wan's lips, stroking them with
his tongue lightly before he said, "You're going to have to,
love. As I recall, we both made mention that we'd like to know
what it felt like when we were on the receiving end from the
smugglers."
Obi-Wan groaned, his head falling back, and Qui-Gon took the
opportunity to nibble and kiss and lick every inch of the skin
before him. Obi-Wan melted into a puddle beneath him, laying
supine and pliable and trembling, eager for consummation, but
bowing to Qui-Gon's wishes.
The elder Jedi grinned and then set about removing his clothing
and Obi-Wan's. When they were both naked, he then proceeded to
kiss and caress his apprentice everywhere he could reach except
for the straining cock that was begging for attention.
"You're teasing me, aren't you, Master?" Obi-Wan said through
clenched teeth.
"Mmm-hmm," Qui-Gon replied as he bit and licked at the juncture
of Obi-Wan's thighs.
"You're a truly evil man, did you know this?"
"Oh, now that's hardly fair, Obi-Wan. Simply because I enjoy
tasting every inch of your beautiful body is no call to slander
me like that."
Obi-Wan smiled through his frustration and then said silkily,
"Well, that's one theory, but if you're too tired to really be
interested, I suppose I could take pity on a man of your years
for one -" And then every thought in his head exploded in a
starburst of sensation when Qui-Gon's mouth suddenly enveloped
his weeping erection.
Qui-Gon remembered in detail what the young smuggler, Shiradni,
had done to him, and so he recreated that experience for the
young man writhing beneath him. He sucked hard at the head of
Obi-Wan's cock, then deep-throated him, milking him with his
muscles. Obi-Wan shuddered beneath him and let loose with a
growl that would have scared a draigon as his hands clenched in
Qui-Gon's hair. Smiling slightly, Qui-Gon then slowly slid back
up and flicked at the corona of the head and then sucked on him
again.
Over and over he repeated this process until finally Obi-Wan
cried out, "Master, stop!"
Qui-Gon did as he was told and released Obi-Wan's cock from his
mouth as he straightened, smiling down at the younger man. "Did
you like that?"
Suddenly, he found himself lying on his back and Obi-Wan was
between his legs, the blue-gray eyes glittering down at him.
"Allow me to show you my appreciation, my Master," Obi-Wan
murmured huskily.
Before Qui-Gon could say anything, he was kissed deeply and
then, as he struggled to regulate his breathing again, that
plan was shattered when Obi-Wan moved down and began to lap at
the head of Qui-Gon's straining erection.
The older man shuddered and clenched his fists as he tried to
keep his control. Obi-Wan smiled around his large mouthful and
then he simply took Qui-Gon in, pushing down, deep-throating
him, and then he began to shake his head slowly from side to
side.
Qui-Gon groaned deeply, loudly, and he thrust his hips up,
pushing his cock deeper into Obi-Wan's mouth, and then he
growled when the younger man slid back up, sucking hard as he
went.
That's it, he growled to himself. No more nice Master
Jedi.
He bucked Obi-Wan off and then grabbed hold of the younger man,
positioning him on hands and knees before him. With a quick
flick of the Force, he brought the bottle of massage oil in
their quarters winging towards him and quickly spread it on his
eager cock and between Obi-Wan's buttocks, easing the tightness
of the entrance to the younger man's body.
Obi-Wan shuddered and pushed back into Qui-Gon's touch. "Now,
Master, please," he groaned, trembling.
His expression fierce, his blue eyes blazing with a possessive
hunger, Qui-Gon took hold of Obi-Wan's hips and pushed forward,
entering his lover with one fierce thrust.
Obi-Wan shuddered and cried out, writhing on Qui-Gon's invading
shaft, but the elder Jedi didn't move for a moment. Then his
mouth was placed to Obi-Wan's ear and Qui-Gon said softly,
"Which is better? Here?" He stroked a little inside Obi-Wan,
making the younger man groan softly, and then said, "Or
here?" He stroked a place inside Obi-Wan that the
younger man hadn't known was so sensitive, and the high, wild
cry gave Qui-Gon his answer.
Without thrusting, Qui-Gon simply stroked that sensitive spot,
holding them both still, flexing inside Obi-Wan's eager and
straining body. The younger man groaned and tried to move
against that ruthless internal stroking, but Qui-Gon locked his
right arm around his hips, effectively holding him in place for
yet another deep stroking, and all Obi-Wan could do was quiver
just short of fulfillment, taken almost there but not quite by
the slow rub of Qui-Gon's cock.
He heard himself pleading with Qui-Gon. "Qui-Gon . . . please .
. . more . . . do it! I can't . . . no!"
"No?" The next incremental movement tore a groan from Qui-Gon.
"You'll bear it, Obi-Wan, because I say you must." He braced
himself up with his left arm beside the younger man.
"I can't," Obi-Wan groaned, shaking his head. He strained
against the iron band of Qui-Gon's arm around his hips. The
pleasure was too intense, he couldn't handle it, but he
couldn't find his release, either. Driven beyond the edge of
control by the shattering sensations, Obi-Wan turned his head
and sank his teeth into the bulge of Qui-Gon's biceps.
Qui-Gon growled low in his throat and his control shattered. He
leaned down and set his teeth to the curve of Obi-Wan's neck
and his hips plunged.
Obi-Wan cried out, his neck tingling, his body shuddering, as
Qui-Gon thrust again and again, driving harder and deeper as
his hand came around and gripped Obi-Wan's cock, stroking in
time to the rhythm of his hips.
Everything in Obi-Wan gathered, focused, tightened, and then
released in a stunning wave of sensation as he screamed, crying
out his pleasure as his seed flowed over Qui-Gon's quickly
stroking fingers, his muscles clenching around Qui-Gon's
thrusting cock.
The older man shuddered and shoved into Obi-Wan once, twice,
again, and then bucked against him as his orgasm consumed him.
He held himself still, trembling violently as he emptied
himself inside his beloved apprentice.
The two of them collapsed in a heap and Qui-Gon used the last
of his strength to roll Obi-Wan over into his arms, cuddling
the younger man against him as they fought to slow their
breathing and fiercely beating hearts.
They were silent for a long, long time as Qui-Gon stroked
Obi-Wan's hair. For a moment, Qui-Gon thought his Padawan had
fallen asleep. Then Obi-Wan spoke.
"So, who won that round?" Obi-Wan asked quietly.
Qui-Gon tightened his arms around the younger man and simply
laughed, long and loud.
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