The tension between them had been building for weeks. They had
been lovers in secrecy, meeting at secluded and unmonitored
locations, or off planet during missions. After returning from
particularly difficult negotiations on the border rim planets,
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were due some down time. If only it were
that simple...
"Well? When are we going to tell them!" the younger man
demanded.
"When would you like?!" the taller man thundered back. "Before
or after you're denied knighthood or cast out from the
order! We've been over this ground before-"
"And gotten nowhere!" Obi-Wan paced their private living
quarters on Coruscant, his padawan braid straight in the air.
"I can't take it anymore, I can't breathe."
Qui-Gon stared at him in consternation. "You think this is easy
for me? The stakes are high for a Jedi Master,
particularly when violations occur on the tenets-"
Obi-Wan stopped pacing, eyed him suspiciously. "Oh, I see. It's
about you now. I forgot your high status in the Jedi
community. Got to keep appearances up, right?"
Qui-Gon snorted. "It's about both of us, stop being ridiculous.
And were I concerned about appearances, I would never have come
to you six months ago on Korbett."
"Ha!" Obi-Wan sneered. "Who would think it. The great Jinn
himself getting laid by his padawan. You're so afraid of the
precious Council-" the words tumbled out, he was beyond caring.
Qui-Gon stalked forward slowly, deliberately, staring down into
Obi-Wan's face. It was an intimidation move.
"Be very careful what you say to me and how, Padawan" he
intoned. "True, I have trained you to be my equal, but you are
not. Not yet!" the piercing eyes glinted.
Obi-Wan gulped, stood back. "If there are no further duties for
me this evening, I would like to go out a while."
Qui-Gon nodded. "Yes, go. I have a great need for solitude
about now."
Obi-Wan changed clothes. Strolling the lower west borough as a
Jedi would be neither wise nor practical. Coruscant was a big
planet, and the Jedi were regarded with disdain and fear. The
inhabitants had little contact with the 'high and mighty on the
mountain top.' In some circles, Jedi were regarded as a secret,
perverse society.
The west borough was well known for entertainment,
however. He picked out a violet silk shirt and form fitting
black pants with matching boots. For a bit of flair he weaved
turquoise beads and a purple feather in his padawan braid.
Going out tonight and having a good time. A touch of
force held small turquoise studs on his ears.
A good change of pace, he thought. I get tired of the
robes sometimes.
As he stepped out into the hallway, Qui-Gon looked up at him
from his study station. He wore his lounging robe. His freshly
washed hair was loose and damp, down around his chest and back,
everywhere. The deep blue eyes surveyed him with burning
intensity.
What's going through his mind? "Master, I'm leaving now.
I shall be back in a few hours."
The eyes continued to cut through him, wash over him. No
immediate response. He stood slowly, taking in Obi-Wan's
appearance as he approached.
"What are your plans?" softly.
He felt his pulse rise. "To have a good time and forget all the
craziness" then hesitantly: "I won't be too late."
Another long stare. Obi-Wan's heart pounded faster. Frack,
say something, let me go. It's getting warm in here...
Qui-Gon's lids lowered at him. "Enjoy yourself" husky voice.
Obi-Wan bowed quickly, then all but raced out the door. Once
outside, he leaned against the door panel, breathing heavily.
Ghods, even when we fight, the heat is between us.
Qui-Gon stared at the door from inside. Galaxy, his beauty
almost makes me forget my anger. I should've taken him on the
floor.
Obi-Wan endured appreciative stares as he caught the trans-town
shuttle. Well, clearly no one recognizes me tonight.
His thoughts wandered. Why were things so tense with
himself and Qui-Gon? Was it themselves? The Council's
machinations? Or was it the suspicions, rumors and sneaking
around? Probably a combination, he decided. He sighed. If it
were just the two of them, there wouldn't be a problem. There
just seemed to be too much pressure from all sides, and he
badly needed release. To make matters worse the tension and
arguing had put their sex life on hold: so afraid of prying
eyes and appearances, their relationship was being stifled. He
rubbed his eyes absently. That's why I need this. If I can't
get away for awhile I'll explode.
Qui-Gon reflected on the state of his relationship with
Obi-Wan. Perhaps my approach has been wrong here. Both of us
are becoming increasingly confrontational. Our love is strong,
but so is the frustration. That's what is eating away at us. I
must make it right if I can, before it's too late. An idea
formed in his mind.
Obi-Wan entered club RISQUE, a joint known for it's near
'anything goes' crowd. At the door were two burly Dooelian
bouncers. They eyed him. "Proof of age" one of them scowled.
"Show some ID, please."
Obi-Wan reached in his side pocket for identification. He was
used to this reaction. Despite having fully filled out his
frame, people still mistook him for a minor. Ridiculous. Other
species in particular had a difficult time determining ages of
humanoids anyhow. "I trust this is sufficient."
The one blew out of his hairy snout. "You're ok, go on in."
Obi-Wan entered the crowded establishment. A blue female was
undressing on the bar and patrons were placing bets on who
would get to go with her. A fuzzy Luvva was drunk and lying on
the floor, licking up whatever alcohol the other patrons had
spilled. Two Gorbons were smashing food over their heads. A fat
elderly woman sat in a corner with a broken chair over her
head. Another man, human, stood leaning against the wall with a
glazed expression. His pants were down around his ankles. A
drinking goblet was hung over his penis. Not that he seemed to
notice. Nobody home.
Obi-Wan laughed. It's zoo night.
He walked across the dance floor looking for a table. Who
knows, maybe I'll find someone friendly.
He was being watched with great interest. Two men stood at the
other end of the crowded bar. One was tall, medium build with
black hair and flashing gray eyes. The other was red haired,
short, and thickly muscular. Both watched Obi-Wan.
"Hey Rigo, what do you think of that one?"
"Mmm. Nice. Bet he's not from around here, though."
"I don't think he knows anyone. Let's offer him a drink."
The tall man grinned in Obi-Wan's general direction. "Man, he
is sweet. He looks friendly. Come on, let's go." They
moved through the crowd with purpose.
Obi-Wan enjoyed the spectacle of patrons. So many random
thoughts and impressions weaved through his mind. Most were
here to forget and live the moment, like he was. He sensed
attraction directed at him. Looking across the dance floor, he
spied two men headed his way.
Predators? Maybe not. They seem harmless. Besides, I'm here
to have a good time.
"See Strykker, he's looking at us. Told ya! He might be all
right" he waved over at Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan smiled back. Sure, why not? They aren't bad
looking.
They approached the table. "Can we join you, friend."
Obi-Wan waved at the empty seats. "Sure. I just got here
anyway."
They smiled, encouraged. "We saw you come in" the tall one
said. "Me and my buddy Strykker figured you weren't from around
here."
"So you guys are the welcome wagon?"
"Ha! No, we just live around this 'burg. But you seemed ok. We
were just hanging out. My name's Rigo."
"Just call me Obi" smile.
Strykker spoke, surveying him with his eyes. "Where you from,
Obi?"
"The...east side."
Strykker appeared satisfied. "Figures. Told ya, Rigo. The
dude's probably bored and needed to come here an' enjoy himself
a little."
Rigo nodded. "Yeah this side of town is live, and people don't
worry about appearances. Can we buy you a drink? What would you
like?"
Obi-Wan rubbed his chin. "I'm partial to Corellian Flame
Brandy."
"Now I know we're gonna be good friends!" Rigo slapped
his back. Strykker grinned.
"You party, Obi? Or are you here to meet someone?"
The ocean eyes darkened. "No. I'm here to forget."
Strykker squeezed his shoulder. "Hey, sorry. You break up with
someone?"
He looked at his hands. "Not yet" his expression was pained.
"But it's getting there. In a hurry. I just don't know what to
do about it" so easy talking to strangers, hard to the one
you love.
"Well, anyone that breaks up with you must be crazy!"
He looked into the sincere gray eyes. "Thank you" softly.
Rigo returned the gaze. "Stay with us a while, Obi. At least
you can forget. We won't judge you."
The ice green eyes flashed. He brightened. "I really could use
some friends right now."
Strykker gave him a brief hug. "You're with us."
Qui-Gon relaxed in the foyer. Small smile. Obi-Wan at the
RISQUE? He hadn't pried so much as received visual impressions
through the bond.
A den of iniquity. Who'd look for a Jedi there? he
smiled wider. Another Jedi.
Qui-Gon made a decision. Who says my padawan is the only one
who needs a break? he went to get some clothes. His
selection was quite informal compared to his usual attire: red
blouson shirt, white balloon pants, black shiny belt and boots.
I need to condition my hair. It tends to dry this time of
year.
He found a vegetable emollient suited for the deed. Combing it
through the long mass, he proceeded to braid it. A red tie
finished the look. My ears. he concluded. A small gold
hoop in each. Nice touch.
Looking in a mirror, he surveyed his handiwork. Ha! I should
have been a pirate.
Obi-Wan and his companions spent the next few hours drinking
and swapping childhood stories. Obi-Wan gave a highly edited
version out of necessity.
"Man, I am tore up!" Strykker laughed, leaning into the table.
"Damn. That flame brandy's a killer."
Rigo leaned into Obi-Wan. "Got that right. That Bendonian
Firewater ain't much better, either. You look a little wasted
yourself, Obi."
"Hmm?" dopey grin. "Noooo problem" he leaned back into Rigo.
Strykker eyed him, propping his head in his hands, forearms on
the table. He pointed.
"Ain't nobody as wasted as that dude."
Obi-Wan and Rigo stared. The man with the goblet on his penis
was still against the wall, staring at nothing with his pants
around his ankles.
The three young men laughed hysterically.
"What the hell did he drink anyway, engine coolant?!" Rigo
giggled.
Obi-Wan' snickered. "You have to admit it's sad!"
"In more ways than one. He must really be a member of
the lonely hearts club. What a loser!" Strykker added.
Obi-Wan quieted, looked down. The alcohol hadn't dulled
everything. Strykker gripped his arm.
"Hey,...hey Obi. What'd I say? You alright?"
He looked striken. "Nothing, nothing, just..." tears suddenly
broke free. He shuddered against Rigo's shoulder. "Dammit!"
Rigo put an arm around him. "Does this have anything to do with
your significant other?"
"He, he doesn't care" the words tumbled out. He rubbed his eyes
to clear them. "Some people we know would break us up if they
knew we were having a relationship. All we do is fight now,
he's been so cold lately. I don't know what to do!"
The two buddies eyed each other. "Him?" they echoed softly.
"Yes" Obi-Wan admitted, drained. "We've been meeting in secret
for months. I'm not even sure he loves me as much anymore."
Rigo pulled him back into his arms. "It's ok, Obi. Maybe you
can work it out" he looked at him closely. "Relax" he stroked
the spiky hair. Strykker sidled closer on the other side,
protectively.
Obi-Wan felt lightheaded. The emotional exhaustion, the liquor,
had taken a toll. He just wanted to forget. His eyes closed a
bit and he drifted off...
Felt comforting hands stroking him on the face. A kiss on his
ear.
"Yes."
Soothing strokes across his chest, gently massaging his nipples
through the shirt. He nuzzled against a neck. The hair smelled
faintly of spice. Another hand, sliding down between his legs
under the table, softly stroking.
"More."
//You dare let them touch you!// rage.
His eyes drifted open a little. /Master. Leave me be./
"Hey, Obi" Strykker said softly. "Come with us. We can't leave
you here now."
He looked at the redhead, distracted. "Yes. I'm so tired" he
truly didn't care.
Rigo hooked his arm, pulling him up. "We have a place not far
from here."
A striking figure rode the public express train to the west
borough. Qui-Gon's vision had gone as red as the shirt he wore.
This night was spiralling out of control. He felt the probing
hands of Strykker and Rigo as if they were on him. An
effect of the bond. Obi-Wan clearly was in emotional distress.
I accept my share of the blame in this, but...
"He acts like a whore!" hissed undertone. The mental images
enraged him. His mate at a table being pawed, enjoying it. It
was too much.
When I get to you, the RISQUE will seem like a walk in the
park he swore to himself. It wouldn't be long now.
Three young men entered a high-rise apartment about two miles
from the club. Various unsavory characters hung about outside
and in the hallways. The low-rent district was littered with
refuse. Loud music echoed everywhere.
Obi-Wan looked about in a stupor. "Looks pretty rough."
Rigo turned the doorkey. "Yeah, well, everyone minds their own
business around here. If you don't go looking for trouble, it
won't find you."
Strykker brought up the rear. "Don't worry Obi. No one will
hurt you while you're with us."
They went inside. A small, neat apartment sparsely furnished
with an entertainment center, viewscreen, and computer.
Obi-Wan could barely stay upright. In a word, he was
hammered.
Strykker held him close. "You really shouldn't have mixed flame
brandy and firewater! It's a miracle you're even conscious."
Obi-Wan grinned stupidly. "Hello, floor, here I come."
As he slumped down, Strykker grabbed him, leading toward the
bedroom.
"Shh. It's ok, Obi. Let us take care of you."
"Hmm??"
Soft mattress on his back. He lay quietly, blinking at nothing.
Rustle of clothes. Hands stroking him again, opening his shirt,
then pulling his pants down.
A breath. "You're so beautiful, Obi."
A part of his brain tried to get unclogged. Something here felt
like a betrayal, but he couldn't focus...
Qui-Gon had entered the RISQUE and questioned patrons and
employees alike. He spoke to the head bartender.
"Oh yeah. I remember him. Got a lot of looks. Young guy,
dressed like he was ready, if you know what I mean."
Qui-Gon felt a stab of anger at the implication.
"Did he leave here alone" he demanded.
The plump barkeep cleaned a glass. "Him? Are you kiddin'? He
was with a coupla friends. Looked like they wanted to party, ya
know?"
"Damn!" slammed fist on the countertop.
The barkeep eyed him speculatively. "What, he your boy? Maybe
if you hang around he'll come back."
Qui-Gon had already dismissed him. "Thank you for the
information" he stalked away, weaving through the crowd. As he
neared the exit, he paused, stopped in surprise.
A man leaned against the wall, pants around his ankles. Staring
off into space, with a goblet on his penis. Nobody still home.
Qui-Gon curled his lip in disgust.
Pathetic. I've seen slaver victims in a better state.
He squeezed through the tight exit, out the doorway. Standing
in the alley, he focused his senses.
If he weren't so drunk it would be easier to locate him. But
I won't be defeated by a fluke. he extended his thoughts
outward.
His companions were nearly nude, though he still had his shirt
on. His arms and legs refused to respond.
Strykker hovered over him, kissing his neck and shoulders.
"Whoever he is, he must be crazy for quitting you" fingers ran
through his hair.
Obi-Wan tried to respond, but his tongue stuck to his head.
Nothing worked. He felt warmth down low. Rigo worked his lower
body, stroking his cock and thighs.
"N-no, something's wrong here" he murmured.
Soft hair nuzzling his crotch. "No baby, don't fight it, let us
do you. It'll be alright."
Eyes clouded over. "But I-" he couldn't sit up.
Strykker straddled across his chest with his upper body,
silencing him with a kiss.
The emotional turmoil echoing in the bond seemed to be the
catalyst Qui-Gon needed. The visions in his head made his rage
boil.
I've seen enough of this x-rated comedy, he fumed as he
stalked down the side streets. I will break down that door
and haul his well shaped ass back home where it belongs. With
me!
Drunks, derelicts, and prostitutes stared at him along the way.
He took no notice of them, nor cared what they thought. Finding
the building he sought, he stormed inside toward the elevators.
Strykker was on his back holding Obi-Wan on top, face down.
Rigo stood over the two of them. He sidled lower, oiling
between Obi-Wan's buttocks.
Obi-Wan flinched. Fug it, I'm gonna be the meat in the
sandwich.
Rigo kissed his back. "It's gonna be good for you, Obi, I
promise. Relax, baby."
Powerful long legs bounded down the hallway. Qui-Gon felt
accelerated at the thought of his mate's violation. The fools
would pay.
Rigo stretched out over top and began to straddle Obi-Wan...
The front door was being kicked in. Rico rolled off, jumped up.
"What the frack?!!" he shouted. Racing over to a dresser, he
pulled out a knife. Strykker likewise jolted into action,
pushing Obi-Wan off. "Stupid asses trying to rob us again!" He
yanked up his pants and ran behind Rigo, grabbing a straight
razor off the night table. Obi-Wan still lay face down on the
bed, nearly dead to the world.
Guess everyone forgot about me.
Rigo yelled out first "All right, you motherfu-"
The two men burst into the living room and froze. The towering
figure in the doorway looked like retribution itself. He
glowered at them.
"Where is he."
Rigo stared, pointing the knife. "Who...what the hell
are you??"
Strykker stared as well. Two on one they had a chance, but this
guy was scary...
"What the hell you want, man? Why you come busting in here like
that!" the redhead demanded. "We ain't got no money-"
Qui-Gon waved him off. "I don't need money. I'm looking for a
friend of mine. He's here. Now stand aside."
Rigo raised the knife. "Look, sucker. I don't know what trip
you're on, but nobody comes busting in here making demands.
This is our place. Go look for your friend somewhere
else, and maybe I won't slice you up."
Qui-Gon's lip curled in a snarl. "You can try. Obi-Wan is here.
I want him. Move out of my way, I won't say it again."
"This Mother's got balls" Strykker moved forward with the
straight razor. "You want Obi? Fuck off! He's with us now."
Rigo moved forward also. "So you his man, huh? You hurt him
real bad, and now you want him? Screw you!"
I can't believe this bantha crap Qui-Gon was amazed.
These strangers defend him as I would.
"Have it your way" he gestured at them. Both men went flying
across the room. Rigo bounced off a wall, Strykker tumbled over
the couch.
Rigo stumbled to his feet. He dropped the knife. "What are
you, man?"
"I've got no grief with you" Qui-Gon moved through the living
room, towards the bedroom. "But I want Obi-Wan."
Qui-Gon stared in dismay at his lover, face down on the bed.
By the Force, I will make this right he swore to
himself. Rigo and Strykker burst in behind him. He barely
nodded. "Stop."
They froze in their tracks, immobilized.
"What is this, what have you done to us!" Strykker yelled
hysterically. "I can't move!"
"Don't hurt him, you witch!" Rigo added, frustrated.
Qui-Gon gave them a shaded smile. "Me? Hurt my Obi-Wan? Never.
In any case, you are misguided. Once we leave, you will return
to normal and forget that we were ever here."
"Don't think so, sucker!" Rigo hissed, struggling against an
unseen force field. His companion wasn't done either. "When we
get free..."
"Enough prattle" Qui-Gon hissed through his teeth. Another
gesture. Rigo and Strykker were struck silent.
"Obi-Wan" Qui-Gon said at the sprawled figure. No response.
He bent down and slapped the younger man's buttocks. Hard.
Obi-Wan yelped and jerked up.
"Qui-Gon??" hazy eyes confused. The taller man hauled him up to
meet his eyes.
"How dare you humiliate yourself in this way!"
"It's...it's none of your business" his tongue still kept
sticking to his head.
He was hurled back on the bed. Qui-Gon snatched up his clothes,
slapping them in his lap.
"Get dressed now. Or I'll do it for you."
Anger and adrenaline seeped in. "Yes, Master."
Qui-Gon stepped into the living room. I'll repair the door
to remove all evidence that we were here.
He circled a gesture. The front door re-intergrated. He went
back. Obi-Wan was reasonably dressed, though he looked
completely disheveled.
"We go." He hooked an arm. They walked past the two suspended
men. Obi-Wan glanced back.
"Why trance them? They were my friends!"
"Hah! Such friends that they would take advantage of you."
Obi-Wan glared at him as they left. "I knew what I was doing!"
Qui-Gon's temper was thin. He grabbed his padawan by both arms,
shaking him.
"We will discuss this later! Speak no more of this incident
now!"
"Have it your way" sullen.
Obi-Wan still had to be half dragged along. As they entered the
streets, they received whoops, stares and catcalls.
"Spank the baby!"
"Take dat boy HOME."
"Got hisself a little piece."
"Grabbed a sweet thang in there!"
Bunch of dregs. No class Obi-Wan flipped them a sign.
Qui-Gon pulled him along, telling himself the alcohol was
behaving this way. In any case, they couldn't return to the
temple with his padawan in this state. He looked about.
The cool night air cleared the cobwebs somewhat. "Why are we
stopping?"
"We need to find a place for the night. You will not return to
the temple drunk."
He snorted. "Huh. Whatcha gonna do, take the advice of your
friends in the alley back there?"
If only you knew. "Be silent."
They passed through another residential corridor. Finally,
Qui-Gon spied an overnite guest house. Hopefully their rates
are reasonable.
They entered the single level building in the lobby area.
"Ah, good sair" a slender lady with purple ringlet hair greeted
them. "Do you require a room this fine evening?"
"Yes my good lady. A room for two please. Something at the end
of a corridor."
Obi-Wan eyed him. What's that got to do with anything?
"Is the boy ill, sir? He looks a little wobbly. We have a
doctor on hand."
Obi-Wan attempted a small bow, nearly toppling. "Too much
party, ma'am. I'll be fine" damned if he'd let Qui-Gon speak
for him.
He was steadied. //Enough.//
"I believe I have something in the north wing. Ah, yes, lovely
views on that side. Your key."
"Reserve for one night, please."
"Certainly, sair. Rest well."
"Thank you" he bustled his padawan down the hallways.
Qui-Gon keyed the light as they entered the room. It was quite
spacious, and simply furnished. Obi-Wan stumbled down the
hallway and broke out laughing.
"Silly padawan. What is so amusing!"
He pointed. "Look, two beds for a change!" he sprawled
across one mattress howling with laughter.
Qui-Gon sighed, trying to let his conflicting emotions settle.
He settled across on the other bed.
"Obi-Wan. Listen to me."
"Hmm. What?" the laughter subsided somewhat.
"I...made a mistake with us."
Icy green eyes glared at him. "Us or me!" he sat up.
Qui-Gon looked at his hands. "Things haven't been well between
us. I'm partly to blame, I admit it. You were right, I
was concerned about appearances to the Council--"
Obi-Wan folded his arms across himself. "Ashamed of me,
Qui-Gon? Think me some plaything for your amusement? I'm not! I
told you before, I knew what I was doing tonight. I'm fed up
with the Council, and fed up with-"
Qui-Gon's eyes held a dark light. "Me? After your
trifling behavior tonight?"
"No more trifling than how it would look to the precious
Council if our relationship were discovered!" Obi-Wan shot
back.
Qui-Gon felt blind anger rise again. "How do you sit there and
say that. I've seen whores with more restraint!" he roared. "I
saw you at the RISQUE getting pawed by strangers. Is that what
you want!"
"At least they showed me some consideration. Which is more than
I can say for you!" a tear rolled down his cheek, as his voice
shook. "I'm not stone. You say our relationship is more
important to you than anything, yet you act ashamed of it."
Qui-Gon was somewhat subdued but still simmering. "The only
shame I feel is at your exhibition. Do you think I enjoyed
finding you on someone else's bed!"
Obi-Wan looked away momentarily. His breathing deepened as he
looked at Qui-Gon with a strange light to his eyes.
"Cuts both ways, doesn't it?" lazy smile, leaning back. "What
is it?" he pulled his shirt off a shoulder. "Frustrated? Wish
that it was yourself there-"
Qui-Gon's voice was harsh through his teeth. "Where's this
coming from! I'm warning you-"
"Maybe I wanted you to see that" he stroked his bared
shoulder. "I wanted to be touched. Why hadn't you touched me in
over a month? I see no reason that I should be lonely-"
Qui-Gon spluttered. "You-you would seek others! You dare..." he
rose quickly. His breathing quickened.
"I'll touch you alright!" he lunged, lightning fast,
pinning the younger man before he could react.
"You're mine, Obi-Wan! Never forget that."
The emerald eyes were wild, unthinking. "Go to hell, Qui-Gon!"
he kneed him.
Bitch! he thought, roiling from pain. Obi-Wan spun out
underneath, bounding to his feet in attack mode.
"Want to fight me, little padawan? he slowly rose,
ignoring the pain from the blow, threatening.
Wicked smile. "Of course, Master. If you can handle it,
that is!"
Qui-Gon lunged again, Obi-Wan ducked low and bowled him over in
the midsection with his momentum. They both rolled onto the
floor, clothes becoming loose and disheveled. Qui-Gon's braid
was nearly undone. He used his weight advantage to press the
other man face down on the carpet.
Obi-Wan had no intention of letting Qui-Gon close. In
desperation, he threw an elbow back, and up...
Hitting Qui-Gon's jaw with a resounding crack! he loosed
his hold, cursing loudly. Obi-Wan scrambled away, but soon as
he stood up, Qui-Gon leg whipped him, pinning him again.
It was turning into a full scale wrestling match, mano-a-mano,
no force tricks. The exertion coated them both in a fine sheen
of sweat. No conscious thoughts or words were exchanged. Wild
anger began dissolving into a haze of desire. The struggling
wasn't vicious as much as it was intense. Qui-Gon found the
feel of Obi-Wan's body straining against his arousing.
During their battle, Obi-Wan recorded mental images of Qui-Gon.
How fine and hot he looked in his outfit, out of those dull
robes. The concern and possessiveness. The deep voice. Rage
began to dissipate as exhaustion crept in again, the events of
the night robbing him. There was no way he'd recover from so
much drinking this soon. His struggles weakened.
Qui-Gon looked down into the face he loved most. Chest heaving,
Obi-Wan had clearly reached the limit of his endurance. He
loosed his hold, but wrapped a hand around the back of his
padawan's neck, forcing his head up a little. Raw heat spiked
between them. He wrapped the padawan braid around his other
hand, immobilizing Obi-Wan's head completely.
His mane was loose and tumbling around both of them. "If you
ever run out on me again like that, I'll break your
neck. Understood?"
Obi-Wan stared at the near-black eyes. He wasn't sure if
Qui-Gon meant it or not. "Yes, master" he breathed. He had no
strength for anything else.
Qui-Gon was also breathing heavily, and not from anger. He
frowned. "You reek of their scent. I'll tolerate it no more" he
wrenched the younger man to his feet, dragging him toward the
bathroom. He held Obi-Wan in one arm while turning on the
shower head.
Qui-Gon pushed him up against the shower wall while the water
ran down his face and shoulders. Bending low, he removed
Obi-Wan's pants and boots. Their shirts were open, clinging to
their bodies, becoming heavy with water. Obi-Wan's head tilted
up, enjoying the warm water on his face when...
He felt soft kisses on his stomach. Water ran in rivulets down
his chest towards Qui-Gon. His navel began to poke out, and it
wasn't the only thing. A tongue lapped at the water running
between his thighs and the trunk of his body. He clutched his
lover's head, directing it downward. More...
A hot mouth gripped his cock while long fingers massaged his
balls gently. The lips pulled free. Qui-Gon turned Obi-Wan's
cock in the direction of the water spray, letting it run over
the velvet head and then plunging his mouth on it again. The
sensations nearly drove him over the edge. Hot fingers slid
behind his balls, gliding up his opening, pumping slowly.
Obi-Wan's hips squirmed against the wall. /That's so good.../
Qui-Gon's eyes blazed with lust. Obi-Wan looked hazily down at
his bondmate. The wet hair was a shimmering curtain hanging
near to his hips. His shirt was solidly wet and clinging,
showing every detail in the muscled chest, nipples prominently
peeking out. As he deep throated Obi-Wan again, he reached down
with his other hand, unzipping his pants and freeing his own
cock. Slowly he stroked himself in rhythm.
/Ghods, I'm going to burst, he looks so hot. I want it.../
//What do you want, my love. Tell me!//
/You, all of you. Now!/
Their blood was up. It was always good between them, but when
it was hot, it was the best. Qui-Gon crouched between his legs
low, grabbing each plump cheek, lifting and separating, pulling
his legs wide apart...
Sliding a potent cock up his channel, rising up underneath him
against the wall. Obi-Wan threw his legs around the powerful
hips. He clutched at the muscular back, bucking and riding
Qui-Gon while water cascaded down them both. As Obi-Wan threw
his head back, Qui-Gon sucked his throat noisily. His legs
wrapped wildly about his lover, as the sensations overwhelmed
them both. He was flying now.
"Come on! Do it! QUI-GON!!" he screamed, climaxing.
"Yesssss. NOW, Obi-Wan!" teeth bit into his collarbone as the
larger man's flood came in response.
They stayed pressed together like that a few moments, the only
sound being that of the shower. Slowly they slid down the wall
and nestled in the tub, slinky wet.
The heat was there. So was the love. Qui-Gon looked softly at
his mate. Obi-Wan was out cold. He tapped a cheek lightly.
"Padawan. Are you alright, wake up!"
"Hmm? Oh." dazed. Fuzzy.
"You were unconscious."
Obi-Wan stroked the face and beard tenderly. "Saw stars. Ghods,
I forgot how strong you are Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon kissed the plump lips, then suckled along the firm
jawline. "Only because of you beloved. I need thee."
Obi-Wan gasped at the tickling beard. "I want to
apologize...about everything. There was no excuse."
His lover nuzzled lower. "There is nothing you could do to make
me stop loving you. As for the rest...it doesn't matter" he
licked at a fat nipple.
"Oh! That tickles...what about the Council?"
Qui-Gon continued to work that nipple. "You mean the bane of
our existence?" he trailed over to the other nipple, pinching
the first one.
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