Archive: M_A, SWAL,QJEB, The Nesting Place-- anybody who wants
it, really
Category: AU - series O/Q
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: this is a story with M/M sex - particularly M/M sex
between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, a barely legal Obi-Wan so if you
don't like this sort of stuff hit the delete key now -
otherwise you asked for it :)
Spoilers: None
Feedback: If you like it please let me
Disclaimer: The real Qui and Obi belong to George - these two
are incredibly similar so I have to write this but they're
still mine - mine, mine, mine, mine, all mine! Bwahahahaha!
Notes: * is Qui-Gon speaking telepathically & ** is
Obi-Wan; also people age differently in this universe. When the
story first started, Obi-Wan was 16 cycles - earth equivalent
of 14, he is now 18, which is the equivalent of 16, and he was
a 'late bloomer'.
Dedicated to all those people who kept reminding me that this
really is a good story and I really needed to write the next
part of it - and to my beta goddesses (that goes without
saying!)
The sweat trickled down Obi-Wan's face unheeded as he met
Qui-Gon's attack blow for blow. Thrust, parry, dodge, and
riposte . . . in a gravity defying move he leapt, tumbling in
mid-air so that he was behind his master, ready to resume the
attack. His blow was barely blocked and his master now on the
defensive, Obi-Wan began to press his attack until once more
the tides turned and Qui-Gon resumed the upper hand.
On and on this went, first one than the other attacked. Ground
was given and conceded, but there was no clear winner - they
were too evenly matched. Skin heated and glistened as sweat
poured, but neither man called a halt to the bout. Of late
these training matches were more of a catharsis for other needs
then an actual lesson, allowing them to both to release pent up
frustrations unbeknownst to the other.
Over the past two cycles Obi-Wan had moved from adolescence
into manhood. He'd long since shed the child-like beauty of
youth and was now an elegantly handsome young man. As he'd
matured he'd learned about his soul-bond with the Lord of
Heaven. It was a humbling thought, to know that he'd always
been meant for Master Qui-Gon as Qui-Gon had always been meant
for him.
Of late he'd come to feel the pull to complete the soul bound,
to join his flesh to his Master, his love's even as their souls
took that final step and merged into one entity within two
separate persons. However, he didn't know how to approach
Qui-Gon and although his Master had seen to it that Obi-Wan was
highly trained and educated, the one area the young man was
most interested in was the only area that lacked instruction.
He was reluctant to ask Qui-Gon since the Lord had told him he
must wait until his 19th cycle and he was loathe to ask the
servants lest speculation of the Lord began. Obi-Wan did not
want a hint of scandal touching his precious Lord. So Obi-Wan
waited in frustrated need, ever looking forward to his 19th
cycle celebration and the answers to all his unspoken
questions.
Little did Obi-Wan know that Qui-Gon too was feeling the need
to complete the bonding. His young Adonis had grown into a
truly magnificent man - young, strong and beautiful. Obi-Wan
still retained a heart as pure as his soul and both were filled
with the power of the Light. However, of late it took all of
Qui-Gon's considerable strength of will to deny the craving of
his flesh. He wanted desperately to claim his other half, to
feel his soul co-mingle with his mate's and, in the heat of
their physical joining, create a new, single entity that
dwelled within the both of them.
For some time now Qui-Gon had been using these training
sessions a release of tension and want, but even this was no
longer enough. The need was consuming him. Soon he would no
longer be able to resist its pull. Soon he would have no choice
but to take his soul bonded or go mad from want.
'By the Light, look at him,' Qui-Gon sighed to himself, 'a
young god, all golden and glistening - eyes afire with the heat
of the moment. However did I merit one such as he in my life,
let along have him belong to me as I belong to him?' Qui -Gon
felt himself truly blessed. He was given a child of Light to
drive away the shadows left behind by a spawn of the dark. And
as the child grew, a partner and soul mate emerged, ready to
take his rightful place next to the Lord of Heaven - his equal
in all things.
The rapping of a cane on the stonework floor brought Qui-Gon
out of his thoughts and finally drew their exercise to an end.
Both men looked towards the door simultaneously, mirror images
of each other and both wearing the same expression of irritated
curiosity. Their guests were hard-pressed not to chuckle at
such of display of synchronicity and obvious compatibility.
Qui-Gon smiled graciously moving towards his guests as he
realized their identities. "Master Yoda, Mace! This is a
surprise, what brings you to the Corellias Spire?" he asked his
former master and oldest friend as he strode forward to greet
them.
"A matter to discuss with you, we have, Qui-Gon," Master of
Master's Yoda informed his once student.
"Of course my Master. Shall we adjourn into one of the
meditation rooms?" Qui-Gon replied pleasantly even as he sighed
inwardly. So much for a quiet day spent with his ahmaté.
He had been looking forward to. . .
"Master," Obi-Wan spoke quietly. Qui-Gon fought to keep his
eyes from rolling in exasperation. For the past cycle and a
half Obi-Wan had felt comfortable enough to call him by his
given name - but only when they were alone or in their
chambers, at all other times he was still 'master.' Obi-Wan's
deference to Qui-Gon's position as teacher was slowly driving
the older man crazy. Though his teacher, Qui-Gon was also his
soul bonded and that put an entirely different slant on their
relationship - from his point of view.
Through their bond, Qui-Gon sensed the young imp's amusement,
though not a shadow of a smile ghosted across Obi-Wan's face.
The menace knew how much it irritated Qui-Gon to be called
Master - he was doing it deliberately. Obi-Wan was enjoying
this game far too much. He needed his bottom paddled.
"Yes my Chosen?" Qui-Gon replied. *Keep this up bratling and I
may have to teach you a proper lesson in respect for your
elders.*
"Forgive me Master, but my brother's wedding? You did promise
them your blessing and I'm to stand up for Oh-Wen." **Promises,
promises my Master** came the tongue in cheek mental reply.
"Of course my ahmaté. Go and prepare. I will join you
shortly," *and you will face the consesquences of your actions
little love.* the Lord of Heaven replied as he led his guests
into an ante-chamber, casting a last longing glance over his
shoulder.
Obi-Wan waited and waited but the sun was almost directly
overhead and his Master still had not emerged from the meeting
with the Master of Masters. Oh-Wen's wedding was close at hand
and he had promised to be there. Obi-Wan worried his lip for a
moment then snapped into action. Dashing of a quick missive to
his life-bonded explaining his actions, the young lordling left
the safety of the mountain stronghold and made his way to
Correlias.
The ride took barely any time at all, and Obi-Wan spent most of
it in contemplation. A full cycle remained until he reached his
19th. A full cycle of the torments that had become a nightly
thing, of the cries and demands of the bond to be fulfilled,
and still no end in sight. Obi-Wan sighed softly. He was not
sure if he could hold out for much longer. He needed the other
half of his soul with a desperation never before felt, he
needed his ahmaté.
Once Qui-Gon had taught him to read and write the ancient
tongue, Obi-Wan had begun his own search for the word that
brought him such comfort and joy. His Lord had not forbidden
him to look for the translation, he had merely said that he
would tell Obi-Wan what it meant on his 19th cycle.
So the young man's mind had rationalized the need to find the
answers and found them he had, late one night when his eyes
were nearly crossing with fatigue while he hunched over an
ancient tome on bonding rituals. And had come across the
translation in a passage which spoke of life-bonding.
Everything written there described the connection between he
and his Lord. Did that mean? Obi-Wan could scarce believe his
eyes. He was the life-bonded to a Lord of Heaven. He would
never again be alone in his mind or his soul. He would never
again be alone in life, for his life was now intricately bound
to the most wondrous man in the Heavens, for all eternity.
From that night on, Obi-Wan's perceptions of the Lord of Heaven
changed, and he began to feel a shift within his heart and
mind, one that had him gravitating more and more towards Lord
Qui-Gon. He would often crawl into bed with the Lord at night,
instinctively seeking the closeness their link provided,
comforting him when the strange dreams of the future overtook
him.
As Obi-Wan's body had matured and changed he had begun to shy
away from sleeping with his Lord because his body would crave
closer and more intimate contact with Qui-Gon and he would
dream. Oh how he would dream. Of his body writhing against
Qui-Gon's of his Lord's taste and scent, of the feeling of
possession and completion as the Lord of Heaven finally claimed
him as mate and life-bonded, of finally being taken and loved
and taught how to pleasure his beloved. Many a morning Obi-Wan
would wake up, covered in drying sweat and semen from the
dreams that controlled his body at night.
Qui-Gon said nothing, just continued to teach his Chosen,
continued to call him ahmaté and continued to wait for
his 19th cycle. . .
Which was still an entire cycle away! Obi-Wan sighed and
shifted back into the present as he approached Correllias.
Something was . . . wrong. The village was strangely quiet on a
day when two tribes were gathered in celebration of marriage
and bonding. **Master, something is not right,** Obi-Wan
reached out to the Lord of Heaven, sharing with Qui-Gon his
perceptions.
*Be careful my ahmaté, I am coming. Be wary,* came the
response. Too late. A scream rent the air and Obi-Wan did as he
would always do. He sought to defend.
Racing break neck into the village he came face to face with
destiny, in the form of a creature of the dark called Maul.
A dagger was resting on Beru's breast, above her heart. This
creature was obviously prepared to use it. Obi-Wan cast a
sidelong glance at his brother, wounded and furious but alive.
So too were his parents, in fact none in the village seemed
dead, only injured.
Maul allowed Obi-Wan a chance to absorb and to see, then he
spoke. "Hello my pet. I've been waiting for you."
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