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Qui-Gon Jinn was quickly losing his patience. After an
exhausting week of negotiations, a treaty had been signed,
ensuring peace on this backwater little planet. Sighing,
Qui-Gon tried to center himself. It wasn't the population's
fault that their planet's climate was so hot and humid.
Normally, Qui-Gon would have adapted quickly to the conditions,
regulating his body to deal with the heat. However, something
was wrong. He was finding it increasingly difficult to focus,
to control his body.
While Qui-Gon appeared to the delegates as calm and tranquil as
a Jedi should, turmoil swirled beneath the surface, waiting to
explode. His unrest had not gone unnoticed by his apprentice.
Obi-Wan Kenobi could feel his tension through their training
bond. Unfortunately, they had been unable to explain his
problem. With the threat of war and the need to project
strength not weakness, they had been unable to take the time
for tests or ask for possible information from their hosts.
Eventually, Qui-Gon had taken Obi-Wan's offered support,
tendrils of calming Force pulsing through their bond, silently
holding Qui-Gon together through the negotiations.
Now those negotiations were concluded. Their final duty was to
take part in the evening celebration in two days. Pacing around
the room they had been assigned, Qui-Gon cursed the lack of
environmental controls and stripped off his tunic. His heavy
cloak had been abandoned days ago, but he had held to the
dignity of Jedi dress to this point. Alone, he succumbed to his
increasing discomfort, removing his boots and socks, leaving
only his leggings.
This new freedom was a marginal relief, but still inadequate.
With the treaty in place, Obi-Wan had gone to talk to a local
healer, hoping to find out if there were any indigenous
diseases that presented his symptoms. Qui-Gon tried to relax,
but the heat he felt boiling in his veins kept him restless and
in motion. After several days of this fever, Qui-Gon had not
expected his reaction this morning. He had awakened from a
Force-induced sleep to find himself urgently, painfully
aroused. Qui-Gon had been unwilling to subject Obi-Wan to the
sexual energy that would resonate through their bond if he
brought himself to orgasm. It had taken all his control to
dissipate the energy of his hardened flesh.
Thinking of the morning, his body reacted again, throbbing with
unfulfilled need. The fabric of his leggings was rough and
confining on his erection. Finally unable to bear the heat,
Qui-Gon removed his leggings and submerged himself in the cold
water of the shower. Amazed that the water didn't flash into
steam as it hit his heated skin, Qui-Gon allowed the cool
wetness to run over his face, through his unbound hair, over
his body, to his insistent penis. The shock of the cold water
allowed Qui-Gon to reign in his arousal, but he knew it was a
temporary respite.
Obi-Wan hurried back to Qui-Gon, trying not to let his turmoil
show. Exposure to Qui-Gon's distress had taken its toll on him.
He had been frantic with worry. His master was rarely ill, and
they had been unable to diagnose the problem. Obi-Wan had tried
to be strong, doing his duty as a Jedi, but inside he raged
against his inaction in the face of this unknown threat to
Qui-Gon.
While Obi-Wan had been able to help calm his master during the
negotiations, something in the tenor of Qui-Gon's restlessness
had changed this morning, leaving them both distracted and
irritable. After talking to the healer, he thought he knew the
cause. It was the solution that had knocked Obi-Wan out of
balance.
For several years, Obi-Wan had struggled with the depth of his
relationship with his master. His emotions had evolved from the
respect and obedience he had given his master when he had first
been accepted as padawan. As he matured, Obi-Wan had realized
that his relationship with his master was unique. Every master
and padawan shared a training bond, but their bond, forged in
the crucible of danger, went deeper.
Now, forced by circumstance to consider their relationship,
Obi-Wan realized that he was uncertain when his love for
Qui-Gon had changed from that of a cherished student to that of
a man. The transformation had been subtle, building inside him,
unacknowledged and then denied, for such desires were forbidden
by the Code.
Now that he had acknowledged the feelings, Obi-Wan longed to
discuss them with Qui-Gon. He simply could not understand how
anything as vibrant and alive as his love could be wrong.
However, Obi-Wan was terrified to risk destroying their current
relationship. After all, why should Qui-Gon share his feelings?
The trust, the love he felt from Qui-Gon was probably only the
quite proper affection a teacher gave a promising student. If
Obi-Wan confessed his true desire, Qui-Gon could react with
disgust to what the Code decreed was a perversion of the
relationship between master and apprentice. Obi-Wan was unsure
if he would be able to jeopardize what he had for what he now
realized he wanted.
Sensing that Obi-Wan had returned, Qui-Gon took several deep,
cleansing breaths, trying to regain his control. It must have
taken longer than he thought. When he opened his eyes, ready to
get out of the shower and see what Obi-Wan had discovered, he
found Obi-Wan looking at him with concern. The swelling of his
penis was an involuntary response. Embarrassed and confused by
his inability to control his body, Qui-Gon's flush deepened.
The waves of reassurance and calm that Obi-Wan sent him flowed
around his mind as the water flowed down his body. Slowly,
Qui-Gon reached to shut the water off and accept the towel
Obi-Wan handed him. "You've found something."
"Yes. We need to talk." Obi-Wan walked into the main room,
pacing quietly while he waited for Qui-Gon to dry and dress.
After pulling on his leggings, Qui-Gon entered the room,
already worried by Obi-Wan's tone. "What did you find,
Padawan?"
"I wasn't sure, but I think your reaction in there confirms it.
A company has produced a genetically manipulated aphrodisiac.
It's worn as a perfume and the altered pheromones are supposed
to enhance sexual pleasure." Obi-Wan stopped,
uncharacteristically running his hand through his close-cropped
hair. "But there was an unforeseen problem. Once the perfume
was in wide circulation, the company started getting
complaints. Apparently the majority of the population was
experiencing mild reactions, but a certain subset of
individuals reacted very ... strongly."
Qui-Gon had gone completely still, staring at Obi-Wan with an
extremely unhappy look on his face. "Go on."
"There were a number of reports of high fever followed by
uncontrollable sexual excitement. In most cases, the
individuals found partners and worked through the effects of
the pheromones fairly quickly. However, a few extreme reactions
were found when the subject was unwilling to resolve the
tension sexually. In those cases, body chemistry reached a
dangerous imbalance, enough to cause death if not corrected.
Initially this was kept quiet, but now several individuals are
demanding recompense for their trauma, so the story is becoming
more widely known." Qui-Gon was tightly shielded, so Obi-Wan
looked over at him, trying to judge his reaction.
"The perfume was recalled from stores, but most of the bottles
already sold were never returned. It would seem likely that we
were repeatedly exposed during the evening social gatherings."
Qui-Gon tried to smile as he said, "Well, at least you seem to
have escaped unaffected."
Obi-Wan grinned slightly, then sobered. Earnestly he said, "But
you haven't. Let me help you."
Qui-Gon gasped at the implication of Obi-Wan's statement. "I
thank you for the offer," Qui-Gon said slowly. "But you know as
well as I that a sexual relationship between a master and a
padawan is forbidden by the Code."
"But, Master, this is your life we're discussing. Surely there
are reasonable exceptions." Obi-Wan hoped he didn't sound as
desperate as he felt.
"I don't think the Council will approve," Qui-Gon said firmly,
wanting only too much the relief offered by his padawan, yet
knowing it would be unfair to Obi-Wan to take it. If he had
Obi-Wan now, Code and Council be damned, he would never be able
to relinquish him.
The finality of Qui-Gon's answer sent a crushing pain through
Obi-Wan's heart. A flare of anger burst inside Obi-Wan,
shocking in its intensity. Obi-Wan was unsure where his anger
was directed -- at the Council, at Qui-Gon for turning him
down, or at himself for feeling so completely rejected by the
refusal.
Fighting not to succumb to the allure of his beloved padawan,
Qui-Gon was unaware of Obi-Wan's anguish. "I'm sure this
problem can be solved without breaking the Code. Although you
know I normally don't like casual sexual relationships, this
situation seems to call for it. Did the healer suggest an
establishment that could accommodate my needs?" Qui-Gon asked
with a hint of sadness.
Obi-Wan controlled his pain by shutting it deep inside. Finally
able to function, he turned his attention to Qui-Gon, noticing
the immediacy of Qui-Gon's need outlined by the tight leggings.
Ashamed that he had been focused on his own feelings and not
those of his master, Obi-Wan said, "Yes, she suggested one."
Gathering the rest of his clothes, Qui-Gon began to dress.
Unable to look at Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon said, "Then I will be on my
way."
Obi-Wan couldn't abandon his master to such an uncomfortable,
embarrassing situation. "I'm going with you."
Qui-Gon couldn't suppress the wave of gratitude he felt at his
padawan's unequivocal support. They stood, looking into each
other's eyes for an endless moment, before going out to the
transport.
Obi-Wan was growing increasingly concerned. They had been
expected. Several women had been made available, and Qui-Gon
had chosen a tall one with auburn hair. Obi-Wan had tried not
to project the jealousy he felt toward the woman. He should
have been glad the woman was compatible, and Qui-Gon's pain was
going to be resolved.
Obi-Wan had declined the offer of a companion, content to
inconspicuously monitor his master through their bond. While it
would be difficult on him, his primary concern was for his
master's safety. Obi-Wan had established a light connection,
not wanting to intrude, but needing to be sure things were
progressing normally.
Initially all Obi-Wan had felt was the incredible heat of
Qui-Gon's desire. But fairly quickly it had become obvious that
Qui-Gon was upset. Obi-Wan had sent reassurance and affection
to him, seemingly calming him. However, Obi-Wan's feeling that
something was not right would not dissipate.
Now, Obi-Wan was agitated. The bond was pulsing with despair
and hunger. If he were only seeing this as he wanted, Obi-Wan
was afraid he'd make matters worse for Qui-Gon by interrupting.
However, he felt the inexorable pull of Qui-Gon's mind calling
out to him. He had to help his master.
Unable to sit by any longer, Obi-Wan followed the link into the
gardens, eventually finding the cottage Qui-Gon was in. Obi-Wan
was about to use the Force to open the lock, when the door
swung open and a visibly distressed woman emerged. Seeing him,
the woman smiled with relief, saying, "Go to him, he needs
you."
Nodding, Obi-Wan slipped by the woman, closing and locking the
door behind him. His heart was hammering in his chest with the
urgency he felt pouring off Qui-Gon. His eyes quickly adjusted
to the muted lighting, widening when they saw Qui-Gon, naked
and aroused, kneeling in the center of the bed. Even disheveled
and uncentered, Qui-Gon looked magnificent.
Waves of lust hit Obi-Wan as their eyes locked. The fire of
Qui-Gon's gaze incinerated any uncertainty he had felt. Sensing
that Qui-Gon's control was about to break, Obi-Wan stripped
hurriedly and knelt facing his master.
It seemed painful for Qui-Gon to speak, but he grated out,
"Sorry, Obi-Wan. Need you. Only you."
Qui-Gon's words and emotions traveled straight to Obi-Wan's
groin and in moments he was fully erect. Moving closer to
Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan touched his face, whispering, "Need you, too.
Take all of me."
Qui-Gon gasped, face contorting into a mask of anguish. "Don't
want to hurt you."
"You won't. Everything will be fine. Trust me," Obi-Wan
crooned, stroking the burning face, trying to reassure him.
"But..."
Unsure why Qui-Gon was resisting, Obi-Wan tried to rationalize
their joining, saying, "The Council will understand. It's not
your fault." Seeing that the opinion of the Council was not the
problem, Obi-Wan tried another possible concern. "I'm fine with
this, Qui-Gon. I want to do it. Please."
"Not this way ... first time."
Desperate to reassure Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan said, "Master, I'm an
adult. I'm not a virgin, and I want this. You aren't forcing
me." Obi-Wan couldn't believe he was having this conversation.
"With men?"
Wishing he were able to lie, Obi-Wan said, "No, but it doesn't
matter. Please, Qui-Gon, would you fuck me already!"
That did it. Qui-Gon's control snapped, and he grabbed Obi-Wan
into a crushing, desperate embrace. Their mouths came together
as their bodies touched length to length. They were hotter than
a sand sea in summer. Grunting, gasping, and writhing, they
moved together, sweat slick between them. It only took the
touch of Obi-Wan's hand on his hardness for Qui-Gon to convulse
into orgasm.
Panting, Obi-Wan tried to control the wild demands of his body.
If he was going to keep up with Qui-Gon, he could wait a little
for release. With a slightly clearer head, Obi-Wan realized he
should take this opportunity to prepare for the next onslaught.
Gently pushing Qui-Gon's limp body back onto the bed, Obi-Wan
leaned over to the bedside table. Although he could use
Qui-Gon's semen now, it wasn't going to be sufficient for the
entire night. There had better be some lube. Fortunately, the
drawer was well stocked. Selecting a tube, Obi-Wan squeeze a
large amount onto his hand. Using one finger, he worked the
slick lotion into himself.
The feeling of penetration was foreign to him, and Obi-Wan
experienced a moment of fear as he compared the size of his
finger to that of Qui-Gon's growing erection. Now was
definitely not the time to get cold feet. He knew implicitly
that Qui-Gon would never willingly hurt him. But with his
control shattered, there was no escaping the fact that he was a
very large man.
Feeling the tide of passion rise again across their bond,
Obi-Wan covered Qui-Gon's hardness with lube. The skin was an
incredibly soft covering to the rock-hard flesh beneath it.
Obi-Wan felt Qui-Gon shudder, inflamed by his touch. Their bond
reverberated with Qui-Gon's urgency. Instinctively Obi-Wan knew
that Qui-Gon needed to quench the searing flames in his body.
Obi-Wan sent his acceptance and desire across the bond,
surrendering himself to his master.
When Qui-Gon made no attempt to take him, Obi-Wan realized that
Qui-Gon was trying to let him maintain some control over their
first joining. Straddling Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan reached around to
position himself above Qui-Gon's shaft. Slowly, Obi-Wan pressed
against it. He knew he should be able to relax his muscles, to
allow Qui-Gon entry, but he was awash in need and heat and
couldn't find his center. Finally he simply took a deep breath
and steadily plunged himself down.
Tears sprang involuntarily from his eyes at the pain of
penetration. This was more intense than he could ever have
imagined. Qui-Gon tried to remain still to give him a chance to
adjust, but the tight feel of Obi-Wan's body was too much.
Obi-Wan tried to muffle his cries as Qui-Gon began to move
within him. Slowly, he adjusted and the pain eased.
Unexpectedly, a starburst of pleasure overwhelmed him as
Qui-Gon hit his prostate. This was incredible. It was
unbearably intimate to hold his master's flesh inside him, to
feel his body move with the rhythm of Qui-Gon's thrusts.
The bond between them pulsed with pleasure, transmitting and
amplifying their passion. Qui-Gon rolled them over, reversing
positions so Obi-Wan was on his back, legs wrapped around
Qui-Gon's waist, arms held captive above his head by Qui-Gon's
huge, strong hands. Wet, open-mouthed kisses accompanied the
steady pounding of Qui-Gon's hardness into Obi-Wan's soft body.
Whimpering from the sensations radiating through him, Obi-Wan
sent a pulse of love to Qui-Gon. The returning joy and love
engulfed Obi-Wan, pushing him over with Qui-Gon into
mind-shattering release.
After two incredibly intense orgasms, Qui-Gon was able to relax
enough to doze lightly for a couple hours. He felt more in
control, but was unwilling to let Obi-Wan far from him. The
natural heat and humidity of the planet prevented him from the
full-body contact he would have preferred, but Qui-Gon
contented himself with the compromise of resting near enough to
entwine their fingers.
Drifting between sleep and awareness, Qui-Gon floated through
the remembered sensations of touching Obi-Wan. How could anyone
be as bright and beautiful, giving so freely and fully of
himself? Waves of love and gratitude pulsed from Qui-Gon's
mind, cascading over Obi-Wan and saturating him with Qui-Gon's
forbidden emotions. Engulfed by his master's feelings, Obi-Wan
was swept along as gentle currents of innocent wonder
metamorphosed into a raging flood of passion.
The force of his need awakened Qui-Gon. Attuned to Qui-Gon,
Obi-Wan was aware of being needed. Qui-Gon was distressed to
see Obi-Wan tense and groan softly as he rolled over to pick up
a cleansing cloth. Moving gingerly, Obi-Wan returned to care
for his master. Tenderly cleaning him, Obi-Wan reached through
their bond, soothing and arousing with touches both mental and
physical.
Qui-Gon took the cloth from Obi-Wan and cleaned his padawan,
relieved that there was no blood. Kneading Obi-Wan's lower
back, Qui-Gon loosened muscles unused to this type of exercise.
Following his hands with his mouth, Qui-Gon kissed and licked
the smooth skin at the base of Obi-Wan's back. He smiled at the
contented, purring noises coming from Obi-Wan.
Sensing Qui-Gon's consuming need, Obi-Wan twisted out from
under his hands, pushing Qui-Gon onto his back and kneeling
between his legs. Qui-Gon watched with tightly controlled
interest as Obi-Wan bent down to kiss one nipple. The feel of
Obi-Wan's soft tongue lapping at his nipples and tracing down
to his navel delighted Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan reached for Qui-Gon's
penis, stroking it with his hands before licking it and sucking
it into his mouth. What Obi-Wan lacked in experience, he more
than made up for in enthusiasm, and quickly, Qui-Gon found
himself teetering on the edge of release. Pulling out of
Obi-Wan's mouth, Qui-Gon dragged Obi-Wan on top of him,
thrusting and coming against his smooth stomach.
They lay together for a few moments, Qui-Gon catching his
breath and Obi-Wan riding atop his unfulfilled arousal. When
the heat became stifling, Obi-Wan slithered off of Qui-Gon,
bending down to lick semen off Qui-Gon's stomach. The taste
exploded against Obi-Wan's tongue, primal ocean-salt and
something elusive, unique to Qui-Gon. Lapping up more, Obi-Wan
stretched to kiss Qui-Gon, sharing the intoxicating taste.
Qui-Gon broke the kiss before it escalated out of control. A
bead of sweat dropped from Obi-Wan's face, splashing onto
Qui-Gon's lips. Flicking his tongue out to catch the liquid,
Qui-Gon said, "There's a private courtyard out back. Let's go
outside and see if it's any cooler."
"Okay." Grabbing the lube, Obi-Wan followed Qui-Gon outside.
The courtyard was beautiful in the starlight, large and airy,
covered with flowering plants. The central feature was a sunken
stone pond, fed by water flowing from a natural spring. There
were lounge chairs and a table nearer to the cottage. Qui-Gon
was glad to see a small cooling unit holding beverages. They
drank cool fruit juice while stretched out looking at the
stars.
Obi-Wan could feel Qui-Gon's muted arousal tingling at the back
of his mind. Concentrating, he focused on the familiar training
bond, sensing a difference in the quality and depth of the
bond. Opening his eyes, Obi-Wan saw Qui-Gon watching him
intently. "It's stronger now, isn't it, Master?"
"Yes. Our physical closeness has strengthened our bond. I don't
know how deep the ultimate bond will be, but I can already see
it is as deep as a pair-bond. I hope this does not distress
you. I doubt we will be able to weaken it after this is over."
"The only thing that would upset me is to lose this connection
to you," Obi-Wan said simply.
Taking Obi-Wan's hand, Qui-Gon brought it to his lips, placing
gentle kisses over it. "I'm very glad to hear that, love."
Qui-Gon trailed kisses up Obi-Wan's arm, nuzzling his neck
before tasting his mouth. The silky roughness of dueling
tongues escalated their desire. Feeling rather overheated,
Obi-Wan broke off the kiss, suggesting, "Want to see if that
pond is as cool as it looks?"
"Definitely."
Blissfully cool water enveloped Obi-Wan as he sank into the
pool. The limestone was just rough enough to walk on safely
without being uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, Obi-Wan
ducked underwater, settling himself on the bottom and
surrendering to the peace of the currents flowing around him.
Qui-Gon joined him, fitting his body around Obi-Wan's from
behind. Obi-Wan's braid floated aimlessly, tickling Qui-Gon as
it brushed over his nose. The darkness made the sensation
clearer. They stayed underwater together, feeling the Force
caressing them in the crystal clear depths.
Finally surfacing, they touched and laughed together,
delighting in their connection with one another. Playful
touches became more erotic, and Obi-Wan felt the familiar fire
of Qui-Gon's arousal. Reveling in the sensation, Obi-Wan was
amazed that he was the focus.
Feeling powerful in the certainty of Qui-Gon's desire, Obi-Wan
boldly told Qui-Gon what he wanted. "I'm going to take you,
Master." He was not disappointed by the spear of lust that shot
over their bond.
Dragging Qui-Gon to the edge of the pond, Obi-Wan found a spot
where he could position his master against the stone, while
still having sufficient footing for them to maneuver. Gently
stroking his fingers through Qui-Gon's hair, Obi-Wan collected
it in a tail, exposing the back of Qui-Gon's neck. Obi-Wan
leaned over to nip and suckle on the smooth skin. Sensitive to
Qui-Gon's responses, he bit down slightly harder and was
rewarded by a tremor of pleasure coursing through their bond.
"I love tasting you."
Qui-Gon groaned at the combination of words and touch. Shaking
with arousal at the thought of this game, he begged, "Give me
more. I want to feel you consume me."
Obi-Wan pressed against Qui-Gon's back, rubbing his chest
against the broad, muscled expanse. His tongue traced against
flesh speckled with drops of water. Wedging his erection
between Qui-Gon's thighs, Obi-Wan asked silkily, "Do you feel
that? That's what I'm going to shove up you. I'm going to make
you scream with pleasure. I'm going to open you up and fill you
completely."
Panting with excitement, Qui-Gon gripped the rocks in front of
him, bending over further and bracing himself, moaning, "Yes. I
want you any way I can have you. Don't hold back. Take me
hard."
Obi-Wan reached around to grasp Qui-Gon's erection, jerking it
a few times. "I love your cock. Having you in me was
overwhelming. I've never felt that way before, so vulnerable
yet so strong."
Qui-Gon was caught up in Obi-Wan's words, feeling the balance
of their shared strength and vulnerability. "Please, Obi-Wan, I
need you."
Coating his fingers with lube, Obi-Wan slipped his hand
underwater, finding Qui-Gon's opening, tracing it with a
finger. "Tell me what you want."
"Take me." Qui-Gon groaned as two slick fingers pushed inside
his ass. "Harder. More." Qui-Gon surged back, impaling
Obi-Wan's fingers even deeper inside.
"I want to hear you beg me for it." Obi-Wan's fingers set a
steady in and out rhythm.
"I'm desperate for you. Please. Do it."
Immediately the fingers were withdrawn, to be replaced by
Obi-Wan's hardness. Stilling at the entrance, Obi-Wan teased,
"Are you sure you want my cock up your ass?"
"Fuck me, fuck me now," Qui-Gon demanded through clenched
teeth.
Grabbing Qui-Gon's hips, Obi-Wan thrust steadily, embedding
himself deeply. "You're so fucking tight, so hot. You feel so
good around me." Obi-Wan began to thrust insistently, forcing
Qui-Gon against the stone, water splashing angrily about them.
Qui-Gon groaned as his engorged cock bumped the textured stone
with each thrust. "Harder. Yes, Obi-Wan, you're perfect in me."
Panting harshly, Obi-Wan forced himself forward as deeply as
possible, opening himself fully to their bond, meeting Qui-Gon,
flying in tangled colors and vibrant sounds. Spiraling out of
control, they exploded into a supernova of feeling and emotion.
Dawn illuminated the courtyard, casting shadows over the rocks
and plants and water, highlighting the two Jedi sitting in
serene meditation within the dappled light. Peace, fulfillment,
joy, completion, and love shone from them in a radiant,
multi-hued glow.
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