Series: Unfortunately, yes. This is a sequel to "Virgin
Sacrifice at Dawn."
Rating: NC 17
Archive:M & A; SWC; SWAL; anyone else please ask
Category: Humor/Parody; PWP
Pairing: Q/O
Feedback: Always both welcome and appreciated.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to George. All I can do is play
with them. But I always return them in good working order.
Summary: After sacrificing their virginity to avoid being
volcano food, the boys return home.
Warnings: None. Just sex and humor, nothing scary.
Notes: I swore to myself that "Virgin Sacrifice" would be a one
shot deal. But the folks at SWAL asked so nicely for a sequel
that I couldn't not write one. That, and another of those damn,
Australian bred plot bunnies was gnawing on my leg.
I had intended to draw this out over a few days as the boys
hemmed and hawed about having sex again, but then Qui uttered
the word fucking. You'll see what I mean.
"Read your report on the Obarran, we have." Master Yoda opened
the Council meeting in his usual unceremonious fashion. "A
disappointment, this is."
Master Mace Windu nodded. "Hard to believe it is."
"What is?" Qui Gon asked, hiding his trepidation.
Windu cleared his throat. "It is hard to believe that the
Obarran were not really interested in joining the Republic,
that they just wanted a couple of virgins to feed to their
volcano."
"Hard to believe or not, it is what happened."
"Fortunate it was, that able to move the gate you were."
"Yes," Qui Gon agreed. He could sense the snicker his padawan
was suppressing and sent him a scolding, Obi Wan. His
master's stern tone only partially quelled Obi Wan's amusement.
"Dismissed, you are."
Qui Gon and his apprentice bowed to the Council at the same
moment, and then made a hasty exit. They did not slow until the
door of their quarters slid shut behind them.
I can't believe we just did that. Obi Wan said, the
disbelief in his voice echoing his words.
Did what?
Lied to the Council.
We did not lie to the council, Obi Wan. Qui Gon's mental
voice was firm. We simply chose to provide a carefully
edited version of events.
You told them we lifted the gate.
Which is true, from a certain point of view.
Obi Wan's snicker escaped. "I see. It's not lying. It's just
providing a version of events as they appear from a certain
point of view."
Qui Gon nodded approvingly, "Exactly."
Obi Wan laughed. "Of all the things I thought to learn from
you, I never imagined that lying would be one of them." He
paused for a moment, "But then I never imagined I'd learn..."
"Fucking," Qui Gon supplied helpfully.
"I don't think we've actually done that yet, Master."
"We haven't?"
"No, I recall a great deal of sucking and touching but no
fucking."
"Don't the sucking and touching count?"
"I don't think so. My understanding is that fucking actually
requires penetration."
Qui Gon considered this. "Are you sure? That seems like an
awfully narrow definition to me. I always thought it
encompassed any sexual act in which both parties got off."
Obi Wan stared at him in disbelief, "Got off? Will you listen
to us? We're saying things like got off and debating the
meaning of the word fucking."
They were silent for a moment as they both considered Obi Wan's
observation. Then, Qui Gon cleared his throat. "Padawan, does
the penetration occur where I think it does?"
"Yes, Master."
"Isn't that rather uncomfortable?"
"Not with the proper amount of lubrication."
Qui Gon considered this latest piece of information. "Padawan,
where did you acquire this newfound knowledge?"
"The library aboard our transport was quite extensive."
His master raised an eyebrow. "And you chose not to share this
discovery with your Master."
"I was waiting for the proper time." The eyebrow was still
cocked. Clearly more wheedling was required. "I had hoped to
share the information with you in private." The eyebrow lowered
slightly. "When you were feeling relaxed and receptive." It
lowered further. "After having first ascertained that you
wanted to know what I had, uhh, discovered," he finished
lamely. But Qui Gon was mollified.
"I am feeling quite receptive at the moment."
"You don't look receptive."
"I don't?" Qui Gon asked.
"No. You look overdressed. Perhaps you should slip into
something more comfortable first."
"I don't know. Jedi robes are pretty comfortable. I don't think
I could find anything more comfortable than this."
Obi Wan sighed thinking that perhaps it wasn't such a surprise
that his master had remained a virgin for so long, celibacy
vows not withstanding. The man was definitely slow on the
uptake. "You might be more comfortable if you were wearing
less, Master."
Qui Gon thought for a moment. "Perhaps I would at that."
Looking directly at his apprentice, Qui Gon began to remove his
robe. He folded it carefully, then looked around for something
to lie it on. Not finding anything convenient, he dropped it on
the floor. He returned his gaze to his apprentice. Then undid
his belt and dropped it on top of his robe. His sash followed.
Using the force, he unfastened his boots and kicked them off.
All that remained was the open tunic and his leggings.
"You were correct, Padawan. This is more comfortable. Do you
think I should remove more?"
Obi Wan swallowed hard. His pulse increasing as he caught
glimpses of skin beneath the open tunic. "Yes, Master."
"If your certain that would be best." Qui Gon sounded doubtful,
but his blue eyes twinkled ever so slightly.
"I am."
"Very well." Qui Gon removed the tunic, pausing again to fold
it neatly. In the process he managed to turn so that Obi Wan
now had a view of his profile. He slid his hands into the
waistband of his leggings and pushed them down, removing them
with remarkable grace.
Obi Wan could only stare. He couldn't decide which to look at,
the semi-erect cock jutting out in front of his master, or the
beautiful "V" of his back which ended in a well-muscled...
"Obi Wan."
Reluctantly, he looked up. "Yes, Master."
"What a good idea this was. Naked really is more comfortable. I
think you should try it."
"Yes, Master." Obi Wan's boots practically flew off. The robe
landed in a heap on the floor and was followed quickly by belt,
sash, tunic and leggings.
Qui Gon was convinced that he had never seen anyone strip quite
so quickly. There was no denying the impact his padawan's naked
form had on him. The semi-erect cock had risen visibly with the
removal of each article.
Well aware of the effect he was having, Obi Wan smiled at his
master. "Much more comfortable."
"It occurs to me that lying down is much more comfortable than
standing."
Obi Wan tilted his head to the side, considering his Master's
words. "I believe you are right Master. And a bed is generally
much more comfortable than the floor."
"So it is, Padawan."
Obi Wan gestured toward Qui Gon's bed chamber with his arm.
"After you."
Qui Gon nodded, acknowledging the courtesy and hiding his own
disappointment at not being able to follow his apprentice.
Feeling damnably self-conscious, Qui Gon led the way into the
bed chamber.
Reaching the edge of the bed, Obi Wan turned to face the young
man behind him. Obi Wan burst out laughing. "What is so funny?"
Qui Gon was finding his padawan's outburst more than a tad
insulting.
"Us, Master."
Qui Gon chuckled softly. "I suppose we are at that." Reaching
out he captured Obi Wan's wrist and brought it to his lips. He
used the arm to tug his apprentice closer, than wrapped it
around his own neck while wrapping his free arm around Obi
Wan's waist. His mouth lowered to capture Obi Wan's thin lips,
which opened readily.
Obi Wan's arms tightened around his neck as one kiss flowed
into another. Why, Qui Gon wondered vaguely, did the Jedi deny
themselves this? Then he stopped thinking as Obi Wan broke free
from his grasp and lie back on the bed. Arms open, legs
slightly parted, everything about him an invitation to touch,
to taste, to explore. Qui Gon knelt between those legs, parting
them further as he did so.
Large hands slid over muscular legs, moving inexorably upward.
Groin bypassed, fingers danced across his hipbone, brushed his
waist, before curving around Obi Wan's ribs. Obi Wan's head was
back, eyes half closed, as he gave himself over to those hands.
A twinge of guilt passed through Obi Wan. His master had taken
vows. He was leading the man to break them, again. This time
with no excuse. A mouth followed where the fingers had been a
few moments before, kissing and nibbling lightly at his waist,
then up his side.
I am a grown man, Padawan. I make my own choices.
Yes, Master. The words were followed by a soft groan.
Lips abandoned the flesh over his ribs. His mouth poised over
Obi Wan's, Qui Gon said the three words which Obi Wan had never
thought to hear, "I love you." Then Qui Gon's mouth again
covered his. Obi Wan's only response was a whimper, deep in his
throat.
The hands he had been holding at his sides now roamed
restlessly over his master's back. Obi Wan was barely aware
that he was doing it. All of his attention was focused on the
mouth glued to his. Qui Gon's lips were firm, yet gentle,
demanding and giving at the same time. They gave pleasure while
demanding a response. Obi Wan responded. His tongue darted in
and out of Qui Gon's mouth as he pressed himself against the
man on top of him.
He pulled his mouth away from Qui Gon's, moved down his
master's neck, seeking and finding a spot he had discovered
while they were in the cave. He sucked, drawing a gasp from the
older man. With a brief force shove, he rolled them over. His
mouth still glued to that spot.
A tug on his braid, and he released his prize, pulling back to
look into the face of his master. What he saw there made his
breath catch in his throat, lust, tenderness, love, all
directed at him, all for him. "Master," he whispered, "my
Master." Then their lips were again together.
With effort Obi Wan tore his mouth from Qui Gon's. A groan of
protest was quickly silenced when his tongue connected with a
hardened brown nipple. Soft caresses from his tongue alternated
with firm sucking. Qui Gon's hands covered the back of Obi
Wan's head as he arched upward, pushing himself into that
mouth.
Obi Wan felt the unconscious movement of Qui Gon's hips, but he
was straddling his master's waist. Wanting to provide his
master with a point of contact, he stopped his sucking.
Catching his master's gaze he moved first one knee and then the
other between his master's legs. Then he slowly leaned forward,
the flesh of his abdomen pressing against his master's cock.
Qui Gon let out a low groan at the contact. Obi Wan's own cock
twitched at the sound. His lips latched onto the previously
neglected nipple and Qui Gon's hips bucked upward.
Obi Wan reveled in the sensations. He had never imagined that a
small amount of hardened flesh under his tongue would feel this
good. His master's torso tight against his felt even better and
the cock trapped between them better still.
Large hands clasped his head, forcing him to relinquish his
prize and look up. There was hunger in the blue eyes which met
his, hunger and need.
"Fuck me, Obi Wan." Qui Gon's voice was quiet, but firm.
"Anything for you, anything." Obi Wan replied, his voice
choked.
Qui Gon's hands drew him down for a gentle kiss, followed by
gentle words. "I want you. Want to feel you inside of me."
Obi Wan's answer was a kiss. It was hard and passionate. Qui
Gon simply opened himself to his apprentice, letting him take
what he needed. The tension in Obi Wan eased at Qui Gon's
surrender. His caresses slowed, became less demanding, then
tender, then reverent. A gentle touch of their lips, he broke
contact, a second gentle touch.
"Qui Gon," Obi Wan was resting on one elbow, staring into his
master's face, fingers tracing his master's lower lip. "I love
you, too."
"I know, Padawan. I know."
Reassured, Obi Wan gave him a last brief kiss, before rising
and heading for the bathroom. There had to be something
appropriate. He looked at bottle after bottle. When had they
acquired so many bath additives, he wondered. He had more or
less given up when his master's voice sounded in his mind.
Cooking oil.
What?
Vegetable oil, for cooking.
Won't that be messy?
Sheets can be washed, Obi Wan. And so can bodies.
Obi Wan hurried to the kitchen, returned with vegetable oil. He
knelt on the edge of the bed, between his master's legs.
Suddenly, he felt very awkward.
Qui Gon sat up. Kissed him. "We do not have to do this if you
do not want to."
"Not want to. How could I not want to?" He wrapped his arms
around Qui Gon's shoulders, hugging him briefly. "You are
incredible. Beautiful, desirable. I just don't want to hurt
you."
"We'll take our time. I promise I'll tell you if it hurts or if
I want you to stop. But you must also agree to stop if you need
to."
Obi Wan nodded. A long finger brushed gently along his jawline.
"Good. Would this be easier if I were on my hands and knees?"
"Probably."
A brief kiss and then Qui Gon turned over. His knees were
slightly apart and he rested not on his hands, but on his
forearms, causing his body to slope downward.
Obi Wan reached out and placed his hands as far up on Qui Gon's
back as he could manage. Then he pulled them slowly back. He
was trembling. Forefingers traced lightly along the edges of
his master's parted cheeks. Then he opened the bottle. He
poured it liberally over his hand and over Qui Gon. Using a
single finger he lightly traced Qui Gon's opening. He did
nothing else until Qui Gon's hips pushed backward. He pushed
the finger forward slightly, easing into the man before him. He
could sense Qui Gon draw the force to him, use it to relax the
muscles surrounding Obi Wan's finger. Obi Wan rotated his hand,
pushing further inside as he did so. When his finger was all
the way in, he stroked the encompassing flesh, seeking the spot
he had read about. He connected. Qui Gon called out, his hips
jerking.
"Easy, love."
"What was that?"
"Your prostate." Obi Wan repeated the caress, effectively
ending the conversation.
Obi Wan began to slide the finger in and out. When Qui Gon
seemed to become comfortable with the sensation, he added a
second finger, working more of the oil into his master as he
did so. Soon, Qui Gon was rocking his hips, seeking out those
fingers.
Qui Gon groaned. "More, please."
"Are you sure?" Obi Wan had to ask.
"Yes. Please. Obi Wan."
Obi Wan withdrew his fingers. He coated himself thoroughly with
the oil. He rested one hand on the small of Qui Gon's back,
while the other positioned his glistening cock. He paused,
feeling overwhelmed by the reality of what was happening. He
had occasionally wondered what it would be like to be inside of
someone else, but he had never really believed he would ever
have the experience, certainly not like this, not with Qui Gon.
His master reached for him across their bond, an unvoiced
inquiry.
I'm fine. He pushed forward, slowly. Qui Gon pulled
away. Obi Wan drew back.
"It's okay. Don't stop."
"I won't hurt you."
"I'm not hurt." Qui Gon opened his mind, inviting Obi Wan in.
Will this help?
Obi Wan didn't respond directly. He simply resumed his forward
motion. He could feel the stretching sensations his actions
were creating in Qui Gon. His master was breathing hard.
Obi Wan was awed by the depth of feeling reaching him. Longing
and desire mixed with vulnerability and a twinge of fear. Love.
Want. Qui Gon wanted this. Wanted him. He felt exposed, opened.
He was offering himself, giving himself to the young man behind
him, inside him.
Obi Wan wanted to offer himself in return. He flooded their
link with his own emotions. He felt honored, by his master's
trust, by his master's love. He sent his adoration, his
respect, his lust.
Not fully aware of his own actions, he began to move. Physical
sensations mixed with emotions, blurred into an overpowering
urgency. Qui Gon was moving with him. Their rhythm drawing them
further together.
He thrust forward again, caressing his master. For that is what
it was, he realized, an incredibly intimate caress. Qui Gon was
trembling. Obi Wan reached around and took hold of Qui Gon's
cock. Qui Gon moaned his name, again and again. Obi Wan
responded by increasing the speed of this thrusts.
Then they were coming.
Obi Wan rested, lying his cheek against his master's back.
Gradually, his trembling subsided.
Obi Wan.
Obi Wan withdrew from his master. Stretched out alongside him
on the bed. Qui Gon immediately buried his head in Obi Wan's
chest. He was shaking. One arm tightened around Qui Gon, while
his other hand stroked Qui Gon's hair.
Unable to contain his worry, he voiced it. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." The answer was muffled. "It was just a little more
intense than I was expecting, that's all."
'It was intense." Obi Wan said warmly, hugging him tightly. "I
love you."
"And I you." Qui Gon raised his head from Obi Wan's chest.
"We're fools you know."
"Us?"
"Not us, Padawan. The Jedi. Foolish to deny this."
"Yes," Obi Wan agreed.
Qui Gon kissed him lazily, then snuggled up against him, his
eyes drifting shut. Obi Wan was almost asleep when Qui Gon's
voice pulled him momentarily back to full consciousness.
"Obi Wan."
"Yes, Master."
"I enjoyed it."
Obi Wan's arms tightened around him. "Me too." Within moments
they were both asleep
A growling stomach roused Obi Wan. He smiled down at the head
resting on his chest. Qui Gon was still asleep. He stroked his
hair again. He enjoyed this, being able to bestow these small
caresses.
Qui Gon stirred. Eyes opening, he smiled at his apprentice.
"It's dinner time."
Qui Gon checked his internal time sense. "So it is."
"It would probably seem odd if we don't go to the dining hall."
Qui Gon nodded. "But we should shower first." His padawan
grinned. "Separately." Obi Wan's face fell. "If we shower
together, we'll never get there."
Obi Wan sighed. "You're right. I'll go first. I'm sure you
could use the extra rest."
Qui Gon grinned. "I could at that. And while I'm showering you
can change the sheets."
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