Master Apprentice  Archive The Master's Musings - 2002-05-07 -
MMoM Day 7 |
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Archive: MA, any others just ask, I probably won't say no
My Home Page: http://www.jediphiles.com/~mali
Category: PWP
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Q/O
Summary: A series of short snippets, all from Qui-Gon's POV, focusing on his love for Obi-Wan, and their relationship.
Disclaimer: These beautiful boys aren't mine, they belong to George. I'm just playing with them for a bit. I promise to put them back when I'm done. Don't sue - I've got no money. I've spent it all on seeing TPM way too many times and buying SW toys and feeding my Liam obsession.
Feedback: Oh yes, please. Good, bad or indifferent.
This one hasn't been beta'd. You've been warned.
"I am your humble bed servant, my Master. Yours to command and use as you see fit."
I'd awaken this morning to find Obi-Wan on his knees beside our bed. He was naked, had rubbed a delicious smelling oil all over his body and wore a cock ring on his penis. His eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief as he smiled at me.
I stared at him, feeling my mouth go dry and my morning erection begin to throb and ache. "If I'm dreaming, I don't want to wake up," I told him.
"Perhaps my Master would accept a kiss from his humble bed servant? To assure my Master that he is, indeed, awake?" Not waiting for my answer, he leaned forward and softly touched his lips to mine. Before he could move away, my hand was on the back of his head, holding him still so I could thoroughly plunder his mouth with my tongue.
I released him and he sat back with a gasp.
"You're right, I'm not dreaming. Which can only mean that both of us are actually Sith Lords, and you've figured out an ingenious way to rise up and slay your old Master."
"If you are a Sith Lord, then you must surely know you have nothing to fear from this simple bed slave," he said, barely suppressing his mirth.
"No?" I asked him, trying, but failing to hide my own grin. I sat up on the bed, swung my legs over the side and whipped the sheet from around my waist. "Look what you've already done to me."
"But Master," he said, his eyes never leaving my erection. "There are many ways you can take care of that. I could even help you, if you wish."
He licked his lips suggestively and then slid his hand over his chest and began playing with one of his nipples. He suddenly hissed softly and moved his hand to his other nipple. And I saw what he'd done. What he was still doing. Another soft hiss and then he dropped his hand to his thigh. I looked in shocked and hungry amazement at the small nipple clamps hanging from each nipple.
I actually had to close my eyes as I fought against the nearly overwhelming urge to yank him to me and truly claim this bed slave as mine. I held myself perfectly still, afraid that even the smallest of movements would send me over the edge of reason.
"Do the nipple clamps not please my Master?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice sexy and soft.
"You're not helping," I said, between tightly clenched teeth.
"Then perhaps my Master wishes to remove the clamps from my nipples?"
"Obi-Wan!" I groaned. Still afraid to move or even open my eyes, I desperately sought my center. I took a deep breath, willing myself to relax, to find some semblance of self-control.
After a long moment, I felt ready to face my tormentor again. I took another deep breath and opened my eyes. Yes, he was still there, smiling sweetly up at me. "It's true then. We are Sith and you are trying to kill me."
"What can I do to help?" He asked innocently.
I sighed heavily. He was having far too much fun with me. "Would you give me a few minutes to try to regain at least the appearance of composure? Perhaps bring me a cup of hot tea?"
"Of course I can do that, my Master," he said, rising gracefully to his feet. With a slight bow and a quick smile, he turned and left the room.
"Of course you can do that," I grumbled under my breath. "It's what you can't do that will be the death of me before this is over."
When he returned carrying two cups of tea, I was feeling a bit more in control. By sheer determination, I'd managed to will my arousal to subside somewhat and had pulled on a pair of leggings.
He handed me a cup and perched on the edge of the bed. I took a sip of the spicy brew and risked a glance at him. My eyes were immediately drawn to his nipples and the clamps dangling from them. "Does that hurt?"
"Only when I put them on and take them off," he said, grinning at me. "But even then it hurts good."
I shook my head bemusedly, and took another sip of my tea.
He chuckled softly. "I thought I'd do something special for you today," he said. "After the way I acted yesterday."
Though I told him it wasn't necessary, Obi-Wan insisted on doing this to make up for his moodiness from the day before. Who was I, then, to turn down his offer to be my naked bed slave for the day? Without actually being able to bed him, of course.
I would never have allowed it if he were truly trying to abase himself for yesterday. Our roles as Master/Padawan and as lovers are well defined, and we have been, and will continue to be, very careful in that area. If the line between them ever starts to blur, I will have failed him as his Master. I won't allow that to happen, even if it means I have to give him up as my lover until he is Knighted.
It is that important to me, to him, and to the Order that he become a Jedi Knight.
Last night Obi-Wan apologized to me as his Master. Today Obi-Wan is apologizing to me as his lover. It was going to be a very long day.
End.