Archiving: lol, ok, M_A thanks, anyone else who like Bruck are
aslo welcome
Pairing: Bruck/Obi-wan
Category: Humour/Parody
Rating: NC-17
Warning: SMUT, non-sense SMUT
Spoilers: haven't read JA (deprived!) so probably won't spoil
it
Summary: A Padawan returns to the temple and meets a childhood
enemy
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns everything to do with the Star
Wars universe, I hope one day you will rightly rule everything
else, my dark master. No infringements intended, no money made,
no money anyways.
Author's Note: this is an emergency post *g* un-betaed,
un-plotted, un-spell checked, pure un-diluted smut! Why do I
bother you with this ficlet then? *blush* I'm trying to give a
knight who's just returned to the temple a wake up present.
Feedback: Why not, first try at Bruck/Obi, tell me how I went,
if I stuffed up the characterisation and things like that
thanks <g>
An AU where Obi-wan *gasp!* has eyes for someone other than his
master!
"Look, if it isn't Padawan Kenobi," Obi-wan heard the crispy
voice greet him.
Knight Chun strode up to the landing platform, rather tall and
galant nowdays, straight white hair flowing down his back, true
blue eyes in a foxy tanned face. His lightsaber swinging gently
against his thigh, Obi-wan felt his breath catch in his throat.
"Padawan,it seems you've a friend here to meet you," Qui Gon
squeezed his shoulder kindly. "Go on, I'll ask the droids to
help me take the luggage to our quarters."
"He's not my..." Obi-wan was ready to interject.
Indeed he and Bruck Chun had many disagreements over the years.
Ok, so it wasn't 'disagreements' per se. That word implied some
sort of argument with logic and thought behind them. For as
long as Obi-wan could remember he tusselled with the Knight
over anything and everything. They fought over the cot by the
window in the Crech. They ran ahead of each other to grab the
same dessert in the Cantina. They competed for the same master.
Being Jedi Appentices, they were not spoilt children, or even
slightly bad mannered, Obi-wan grinned, it just seemed that
Bruck inspired a fighting spirit in him. And what did he do for
Bruck? Obi- wan mused and had to surpress a rising chuckle, he
annoyed the other youth so much that he was always in trouble.
They never truly hated each other though, there was nothing
dark in Bruck, just a richness of passion that made Obi's head
spin whenever he was in Bruck's presence...
"Knight Chun," Obi-wan's thoughts came to an abrupt halt as
Bruck stopped inches away from him, grinning, his eyes shining
fiercely. "How are you? How was the last Hoth mission?"
Bruck looked at his childhood nemsis, Obi-wan Kenobi,
apprentice to Master Jinn, a growing legend, a bright hope of
the order, the sexiest padawan he'd ever known. His eyes
widened a fraction with surprise.
// Where did THAT come from?! // He clamped down his shields.
// better say somthing witty now //
Half a minute later, Obi-wan looked up with undivided attention
at Bruck.
"Cold," Bruck said at last and to his utter fascination a grin
bloomed over Obi-wan's face, making his sturdy constitution
feel faint.
"Naboo?" Bruck added, cursing himself for the monosyllables.
"It was..." Obi-wan began then frowned. "Gosh, it could take a
movie to explain the whole thing! But as you see, my master and
I found out that it was a whole cultural misunderstanding. Um,
Maul Dearth was no sith, he was the local Mardi Gras organiser;
that pretty little Queen was real nuts, split
personality clone and all; and oh, the Gungans were an evil
cannibalistic bunch."
"And that kid Qui Gon brought back?" Bruck chuckled along with
Obi- wan. "Is he the Chosen One?"
"Anikin?" laughing, Obi-wan threw his arm over Bruck's
shoulder. "He's Qui Gon's nephew! Just visiting. Got about the
same midichlorine count as a piece of the Queen's hairdress.
Where do you hear these thing?!"
"Yoda," Bruck shook his head, then he came to a sudden stop.
"You mean you and master Qui Gon aren't..."
Obi-wan's eyebrows lifted.
"You're not stroking his..." Bruck went fiercely red.
"He's not poking your..." he tried again.
"Bruck!" Obi-wan gasped, his eyes wide. "Me and my Master??!!"
"Inconceivable," Obi-wan ended by clasping his mouth to the
knight.
Blood rushed to their heads to meet at their lips. Clutching
for each other's necks their tongues struggled to grip one
another, fully compatible lengthes drew together and pressed
forward. Young, hard masculine bodies hot and uncompromising.
The padawan in his arms was writhing with pleasure, Bruck
parted his legs slightly to steady his stance and could not
help but arch as Obi-wan's hands ran down his back. Obi-wan's
soft suckling made him moan deeply and grasp the padawan's
braid, seeking to mesh their faces together more, if that were
possible.
"Master Yoda," Qui Gon smiled into his teacup. "I request that
Obi- wan Kenobi be granted knighthood. He has passed his Naboo
trials and proven himself a vigilant and intelligent Jedi who
could distinguish truth from fiction, danger from
misperception."
"Proud of him you should be," Yoda concurred. "Rumours I have
spread for you, all ready it is, for you to tell Obi-wan your
desire to bond with him on his Knighting night."
"Yes Master," Qui Gon beamed, a little red around the cheeks.
"I am rather anxious about that. What do you forsee?"
Yoda gave his former apprentice a long look.
"Begging for fortune telling like young bride you are, but look
I will for you," he closed his eys briefly and then a wicked
grin spread about the green features.
"Live in the present you should," Yoda said in a mystifying
tone. "Poodoo is your future."
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