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Series: Yeah, I just can't think of a name for the series, so
I've been calling it 'The Gawan Series'. The stories in order
are Negotiations, Rude Awakening, and A Loss of Control.
Categories: Not too sure. Some humour, First Time, and a few
others I can't think of.
Spoilers: Not in this one
Warnings: Does Domination count?
Summary: Following the events from Negotiations and Rude
Awakening, the gawan finds a new way to annoy Qui-Gon.
Feedback: Please. It lets me know you like my stuff, or hate
it, or want to see more of this series. (It will be written
regardless. ;))
Notes: Much thanks to Alex Taylor who beta read this and
suggested the title. ;)
Qui-Gon woke to the sounds of frantic scratching. He turned
over and glared at the gawan, who promptly glared back.
Changing tactics, Qui- Gon allowed the gawan a satisfied smile.
The gawan's ears twitched in surprise, the whiskers fanned out.
The gawan sat still for a moment, paws on his latest chew toy,
a plastic piece of the cage. Slowly the paws came off the cage
and started to rub over his head, his beady eyes never leaving
the Jedi.
Qui-Gon stood up and stretched slowly before grabbing his robe.
He ignored the sound coming from the gawans cage and headed out
to the main room, slipping his robe on as he went.
"Padawan, something must be done about that rodent's sleeping
arrangements," the elder Jedi commented as he slid into his
chair.
Obi-Wan looked up in mock surprise. "But Master, we already got
the telepathic inhibitor on the cage like you requested. He
hasn't found a way around that has he?"
Qui-Gon shook his head. "Well, no..." He didn't get a chance to
finish as Obi-Wan interrupted him.
"Good. Then he's not annoying you." Obi-Wan looked back down at
his reading.
"Actually, he's found a new way to annoy me." Qui-Gon picked up
a piece of fruit and nibbled at it.
"Oh?"
"He's chewing his cage apart from the inside."
Obi-Wan couldn't help it. He fell out of his chair giggling.
Qui-Gon stared at him a moment, the fruit forgotten about an
inch from his mouth. He waited until Obi-Wan managed to control
his laughter.
"I fail to see the humour in this, my Padawan. The only good
that rodent is doing in my room is waking me in the middle of
the night. I would swear that this was some plot to gain
revenge upon me for that inhibitor." He stifled a yawn. "And
leave me tired in the mornings."
"I doubt he meant any harm, Master. He is, after all, just a
rodent." Obi- Wan sat up on the floor. "Are you going to eat
that?" He motioned to the forgotten fruit, still in Qui-Gon's
hand.
Qui-Gon glanced at the fruit, then shook his head, offering it
to Obi- Wan. He started slightly as Obi-Wan picked the fruit
from his hand, not with his own hand, but with his mouth. Those
eyes looked up to meet his as that tongue started to lick the
juice from his hand.
Obi-Wan grinned as he sat back, then looked up at the table.
"Is there any more up there?"
Qui-Gon stared at him blankly for a moment before picking up
the plate of fruit and setting it on the ground next to
Obi-Wan. A chuckle escaped him as his Padawan licked up a piece
of the fruit from the plate. He picked up a piece and offered
it to Obi-Wan, suppressing a moan as the fruit was snatched
from his fingers by a warm mouth.
"Perhaps I should just get you a collar and leash and call you
Obi-Cat?"
"Purr?"
"Imp." Qui-Gon snorted and stood up, intent on checking his
messages. As he started to read the first, he felt a soft
nuzzle against his leg. Glancing down he shook his head at the
sight of Obi-Wan rubbing up against him. Reaching down with one
hand, he lightly patted the younger man's head before turning
his full attention to his messages.
"Growl." Obi-Wan nipped Qui-Gon's leg before returning to just
rubbing up against him. He smirked as he felt the jump, then
smiled as his master couldn't quite hide the sudden arousal.
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon half glared down at his apprentice. "Collar
and leash. You realise if you continue on this, I will force
you to eat from a bowl and drink from a bowl." He kept his
voice conversational.
"Sounds nice." Obi-Wan wriggled his way between his master and
his reading. "As long as I can sit on your lap and get
scratched behind the ears?" He slipped his arms around
Qui-Gon's waist and nuzzled his cheek against the older man's
stomach.
Qui-Gon pulled away, sitting down in his chair. "Very well,
Obi-Cat." He chuckled as Obi-Wan crawled over to him and up
into his lap. He gasped as he felt Obi-Wan's mouth tickling his
neck. "Obi-Wan? Are you sure this is wise?"
"Probably not," came the soft reply. "But if you suggest
meditation on this, I'll skin you alive." He nipped Qui-Gon's
ear lightly and pressed up against Qui-Gon's hips, feeling the
hardness there.
"Padawan." The whispered word was more than Obi-Wan needed. He
growled as Obi-Wan stood up.
"Bedroom." Obi-Wan stared down at him, his eyes demanding to be
obeyed.
Qui-Gon stood up, looking down at his Padawan a moment before
complying. He wasn't sure just when he'd lost control and part
of him was screaming at him about how right this was. Another
small part was demanding for him to take back control. He
ignored it and headed for the bedroom.
Obi-Wan trailed him in and gave one look at the gawan in its
cage. "And to think, you started all this." He picked up the
cage and set it just outside the door. "You. On the bed." He
pointed at Qui-Gon, then the bed.
Qui-Gon swallowed, tensing briefly. He watched Obi-Wan then
moved to obey, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Lay down." Obi-Wan closed the door, standing just inside.
Qui-Gon tensed, glancing at the bed, then the door, and finally
to Obi-Wan. He could sense the sudden desire from his Padawan
and the scent of irritation coming from him.
"Lay down," repeated Obi-Wan. He could sense the inner battle
as well as the older man's desire for him. He watched as
Qui-Gon relented and lay back on the bed.
Qui-Gon took a deep breath and tried to surrender his fear to
the Force.
He met Obi-Wan's eyes and swallowed hard. He wanted this. That
large part of himself wanted this. Needed to give up the rigid
control. Yet that small part of him held on to his fear.
Obi-Wan looked at him a long moment then shook his head.
"You're overdressed." He held up a hand as Qui-Gon started to
get up. "No. Stay on the bed, but undress. Kneel if you need
to."
Obi-Wan sat in the chair across from the bed and watched
Qui-Gon kneeling on the bed to remove his clothing. A smile
made its way on his features. "Beautiful," came the whisper. He
watched Qui-Gon blush, then made his move. He knelt on the bed
in front of Qui-Gon. "Undress me." The command was whispered,
but it still had the right effect. He whimpered as he felt
Qui-Gon's hands on him, removing his clothing.
Qui-Gon battled with himself a moment, wanting to give in
completely. Wanting this, needing this. Needing to be taken.
Fear overtook him for a moment, betrayed by his trembling
hands. He paused a moment, his hands hovering over Obi-Wan's
tunic. He looked up into Obi-Wan's eyes, shocked inwardly by
the impatient look in them. Deeper down was the young man's
desire. A coursing desire ran through Qui-Gon as he started on
the task set for him. He did not falter in his task, ridding
Obi-Wan of his clothing.
"Hush, love. I won't hurt you." Obi-Wan slipped his arms around
Qui- Gon, holding him for a moment, waiting until the elder's
trembling had subsided. He felt the deep breath and the sigh as
Qui-Gon overcame his fear and nodded slightly.
Obi-Wan gently pushed Qui-Gon back and met his eyes. "Lay
down." He waited until his command was obeyed, then leaned over
the elder. "I won't hurt you." He repeated, pressing soft
kisses to the other man's face. He found Qui-Gon's mouth,
claiming it with his own, first tentatively, then gaining more
confidence, deepening the kiss. His hands slid over Qui-Gon's
chest, teasing lightly at his nipples before moving down over
his stomach. He stopped just before reaching the other man's
cock.
Qui-Gon growled softly, nudging his hips up against Obi-Wan's.
He was rewarded with his hips being held tightly and pushed
down against the mattress. He whimpered as the kiss ended,
leaving him breathless and wanting more.
"Don't move." Obi-Wan let go of the man, standing up and
disappearing for a moment.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes and struggled with himself to stay
still. Every part of him screamed at his hands to clasp his
aching flesh and relieve the tension that Obi-Wan had left him
with. He forced his hands flat against the bed, hearing Obi-Wan
search about in the 'fresher. He sighed in relief as Obi-Wan
settled back down on the bed. He kept his eyes closed, afraid
that should he open them he would discover that this was all a
dream.
Obi-Wan set two vials aside, keeping a third in his hand. He
opened it and poured a bit on Qui-Gon's chest, hearing the
older man gasp his name. He closed and set the vial aside.
Starting slowly, he began to rub the oil over Qui-Gon's chest,
teasing his nipples lightly. Leaning down, he flicked his
tongue out, caressing a nipple gently. He smiled slightly at
the hoarse cry ripped at the motion.
The second vial was picked up and opened. Oil dripped over
Obi-Wan's fingers, landing on Qui-Gon's stomach. One hand
touched the elder's stomach, rubbing lightly, the other seeking
out the most intimate spot he could find. Using his knees,
Obi-Wan pushed Qui-Gon's legs apart gently.
"Tell me if you want to stop, Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan kept his voice
soft, one finger just creating a pressure against Qui-Gon's
entrance.
"I want this. I want you." Qui-Gon's voice was little more than
a whisper. He hoped he sounded somewhat coherent, and quickly
realised he had as Obi-Wan's finger pushed inside of him. It
took everything he had to keep from screaming out and coming.
He settled on gripping tightly to the bedsheets, his legs
opening more for Obi-Wan. He felt a second finger work its way
inside him and concentrated on relaxing himself.
Obi-Wan lowered his head just enough and flicked out his
tongue, licking over the tip of Qui-Gon's cock. His fingers
reached deep inside the other man and found that spot and
rubbed up against it. He closed his mouth over Qui-Gon's cock
as the elder screamed out and came hard. Red flashed behind his
eyelids as he felt Obi-Wan's mouth continuing to work on him.
He was mildly surprised that he never once lost his erection,
rather felt it returning immediately.
The third vial was given attention to, coating Obi-Wan's cock.
He pulled his fingers out of Qui-Gon. Lifting Qui-Gon's knees
to rest on his shoulders, he pressed his cock against Qui-Gon's
opening.
"Qui-Gon? Are you sure?"
Qui-Gon opened his eyes then, looking up at Obi-Wan. "Yes! I
want this!" He jerked his hips up, trying to force Obi-Wan into
him. His head fell back against the pillows as he was taken.
There was no roughness, no pain, only gentleness and pleasure.
They found a rhythm quickly as though they'd been together this
way for an eternity before. Ocean eyes met sky eyes, two
different elements, finding a way to exist together. Bound to
each other in ways that go beyond understanding.
//My Obi. My love.//
//My Qui. My soul.//
//Yes. My soul.//
They cried out together, their pleasure finding them both.
Obi-Wan collapsed over Qui-Gon, nuzzling his neck gently.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes and pressed a soft kiss to Obi-Wan's
temple.
Outside the room, the gawan sat still in his nest. A little
smile found its way onto little rodent lips. He raised his paws
and wet his hands and rubbed his face clean. He scurried over
to the nutribar left in his cage last night, deciding it was
time for a little snack before an escape attempt...
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