Disclaimer: They're not mine, the amazing George Lucas owns
them and I'm just playing with his toys. I promise to play nice
and put them back when I'm done. Also, I'm not making any
money, this is strictly for my own fun and no copyright
infringement is intended.
Authors Note: A million thanks to Krychick for beta'ing this
for me and for all the encouragement. Also, thanks so much to
all the peeps that sent me mail on Nectar Induced Haze. I
really appreciated all the nice comments!
Dedication: This is for Krychick because she loved Nectar so
much and because she's simply the best!
After Obi-Wan fell asleep in his arms, Qui-Gon twisted his body
so that he could watch his Padawan's face as he slept. He
delighted in the small sleep sounds Obi-Wan murmured, the sighs
that escaped his lips when he would snuggle closer. The small
smile that played along the edges of his mouth was like the
summer sun, warm and intoxicating. As Obi-Wan slept, Qui-Gon
studied every line, every subtle nuance of his beloved,
committing every detail to memory.
"I love you, Qui-Gon". The four little words Obi-Wan had
mumbled just before sleep claimed him echoed over and over in
his mind, like the sweetest music. He wanted desperately to
believe that they had been said from the heart, that Obi-Wan's
feelings mirrored his own. The truth was, he wasn't sure. He
was almost certain, in fact, that it had been the nectar
induced haze talking, not his heart. Certainly, Obi-Wan loved
Qui-Gon; loved him as any Padawan would love their Master. They
had a deep, emotional bond, but Obi-Wan had never hinted that
he felt anything more.
Qui-Gon berated himself for his lack of control, for not
gaining the upper hand and stopping what had occurred. Yet, on
a deeper level, he was thankful and would cherish the memory of
his Padawan's heated gaze, his ravenous lips and sensual
assault. He had lost count of the nights he'd been kept awake,
fantasizing about making love to Obi-Wan; the way his eyes
might look in passion, the way his lips would feel pressed
against his own. He no longer had to wonder. Now he knew, and
knowing would make it that much harder to live without.
As the pre-dawn began to light the sky, Qui-Gon felt the
anxieties he had kept at bay throughout the night begin to
creep from the deep shadows of his mind. The new day was coming
and Jedi Master or not, he was powerless to prevent it. Morning
was almost here and he would have to face his fears, face the
consequences of the previous night.
Finally yielding to the scream of muscles still for too long,
Qui-Gon gently and regretfully extracted himself from the bed.
Stretching slowly, he made his way to the bathroom to wash away
the dried traces of his passion. Stopping at the door to the
bathroom, Qui-Gon stole one last look at Obi-Wan's sleeping
form, a wan smile on his lips. His Padawan's beauty made his
heart ache. He hoped that he would not lose his Precious One,
but only time would tell.
Qui-Gon was showered, dressed and kneeling in meditation,
facing the open French doors, when Obi-Wan finally began to
stir. Opening his eyes just a slit, Obi-Wan clamped them closed
again, wincing as the light worsened the roar of pain in his
head. With slow even breaths, Obi-Wan accepted the pain,
embracing it so that he could begin to heal.
When the pain had dulled to just a subtle noise, Obi-Wan opened
his eyes to take in his surroundings. He was at the palace in
his and Qui-Gon's room. Qui-Gon was meditating, as was usual
first thing in the morning, and it looked to be just after
sunrise. How did he get here? Disoriented and confused, Obi-Wan
opened his mind and tried to focus his thoughts.
He remembered Natori showing him around the palace and
propositioning him. He had gracefully declined her offer, then
accepted a drink in a gesture of friendship. The memories came
at him fast and furious from that point. The warmth that
flushed him, the sudden almost painful desire that coursed
through his veins, the knowledge that only Qui-Gon could ease
his ache.
With a feeling of dread crawling up his spine, he recalled
waiting on the balcony, Qui-Gon's return and relief at seeing
him safe and sound. He remembered watching his Master get ready
for bed, stalking up to him and... "NO!" Obi-Wan gasped.
Sensing his Padawan's sudden anxiety, Qui-Gon snapped out of
his meditation, schooling his features he rose and turned to
face Obi-Wan. "Padawan." He said neutrally.
"Master..." Obi-Wan gasped. His eyes were wide and his face was
white with shock as he realized the implications of what he had
done. He had forced himself on his Master, the person that he
most cared about in the entire galaxy, the person that he was
deeply in love with.
Obi-Wan averted his eyes and turned away from Qui-Gon, ashamed
and unable to look at him, the pain in his heart almost
unbearable.
Qui-Gon saw Obi-Wan turn away from him, but he misunderstood
the significance. He assumed it was due to his Padawan's
disgust with him.
"Padawan?" Qui-Gon questioned softly.
Without turning his head, Obi-Wan quietly answered "Don't call
me that."
Qui-Gon felt his chest and throat tighten. Obi-Wan didn't want
to be his Padawan anymore. His Padawan hated him. Struggling to
keep his voice level, Qui-Gon managed a weak "Why?"
Pulling the blanket closer about himself and forcing back the
tears that were pooling in his eyes, Obi-Wan choked out "I...
I'm not worthy."
Not worthy? Qui-Gon was taken aback for a moment. How could
Obi-Wan feel he was unworthy? He was the unworthy one.
He was the one who had lost control of the situation. He was
the elder and he had let Obi-Wan down.
Moving to the bed, Qui-Gon sat down by Obi-Wan. The younger
Jedi didn't move, but still would not meet his gaze.
Closing his eyes briefly, Qui-Gon searched his mind and heart
for the right words to say. Finally deciding, he opened his
eyes and spoke "Padawan..."
Obi-Wan did not respond verbally but shivered slightly. Qui-Gon
could feel a painful level of anguish and remorse radiating
from him.
"Padawan" Qui-Gon spoke again, this time laying a gentle hand
on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "Obi-Wan, look at me."
Slowly, Obi-Wan turned tear filled eyes on his Master. Qui-Gon
wanted desperately to take him into his arms and kiss the pain
away, but he could not. His own eyes filling with tears,
Qui-Gon said softly, "I am sorry, Obi-Wan. I... I take full
responsibility for what happened. I am sorry that I failed
you."
The pained look in Obi-Wan's eyes turned to confusion as his
Master apologized to him. "You did nothing wrong Master. I did.
I... I am the one who should be apologizing."
"No, Padawan. You were not of sound mind and I allowed what
occurred to happen. Had I tried harder..."
"No, Master." Obi-Wan said firmly "If anyone should be
apologizing it should be me. I was the one that... that... I
forced myself on you." He had to force these words through a
throat choked with pain.
"You were not yourself, Padawan. The nectar..." Qui-Gon
started, only to be cut off mid sentence.
"No, Master, it wasn't just the nectar. I... I could have
stopped myself, but I didn't want to." Taking a deep breath,
Obi-Wan blurted "I love you Master and wanted to make love to
you," the words all running together. Then he sadly added,
"I'll understand if you want the council to re-assign me."
Qui-Gon was stunned speechless. Obi-Wan really loved
him? Maybe the nectar was still having a residual affect on
him...
Misinterpreting Qui-Gon's speechless state, Obi-Wan moved to
get up but was stopped by a hand on his arm. "I do not wish to
have you re-assigned, Padawan."
"You don't?" Obi-Wan asked incredulously.
"No, I don't. Your place is here by my side, Obi-Wan." Then in
a much softer tone, he added, "I could not abide a life without
you in it."
Obi-Wan let a great sigh of relief. "Thank you, Master." Then
in a mere whisper he added, "Please forgive me for..." but was
cut-off mid sentence by a searing kiss.
Pulling back from the kiss, Qui-Gon stated in a low, serious
tone "There is nothing to forgive, Padawan. You took nothing
that I would not have given to you freely."
"But..." Obi-Wan began again only to be cut off again by
another kiss. Obi-Wan let a small moan of disappointment escape
when Qui-Gon pulled back to look deeply into his eyes.
"You were under the influence of the nectar, I did not want to
take advantage of you." Then with a deep, rumbling chuckle
Qui-Gon added "But you are very persistent and convincing,
Padawan."
Obi-Wan couldn't help but laugh himself, even though a deep
crimson blush crept over him. As the laughter died down,
Obi-Wan drew in a deep breath for courage, and said quietly "I
meant what I said, Master... I love you. I have for a long
time."
Qui-Gon lightly stroked his knuckles over Obi-Wan's cheek, then
ran callused fingertips down his jaw in a tender caress.
Brushing his lips lightly over Obi-Wan's, Qui-Gon said softly,
"Padawan, my Precious One... How I love you." Then kissed him
with such tenderness and love that Obi-Wan felt his heart might
burst.
When the kiss ended, Obi-Wan looked deeply into the deep blue
pools that were Qui-Gon's eyes and with a twinkle in his eye
said, "Master?"
Quirking one elegant eyebrow, Qui-Gon asked "Yes, Padawan?"
With a goofy grin, Obi-Wan replied "I was just thinking about
last night."
"Were you now? And what exactly were you thinking?"
With a deep blush, the younger Jedi answered "How, um,
useful the force restraints were."
Qui-Gon smiled broadly. "Yes, they were, weren't they?"
Grabbing Qui-Gon's tunic, Obi-Wan flopped back on the bed,
pulling the other Jedi down with him. Obi-Wan let out a small
"oomph" as Qui-Gon landed on top of him, causing both to smile
again.
Propping himself up on his elbows, Qui-Gon gazed lovingly down
at Obi-Wan. Pressing his mouth over his Padawan's, Qui-Gon
kissed him. Qui-Gon's teeth grazed his lips, his tongue
exploring the soft velvety cavern of Obi-Wan's mouth, until the
younger Jedi was breathless.
Qui-Gon shifted his position so that they were lying
face-to-face. Drawing Obi-Wan closer to him, Qui-Gon rained
kisses on Obi-Wan's eyes, the tip of his nose, the cleft of his
chin. He felt his Master's teeth graze the tender flesh below
his ear, then gently nibble at the lobe. Obi-Wan leaned into
the sensual assault, a soft moan rising from his throat.
"Padawan, ah, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon groaned softly. "Do you know
what you do to me?" Then, cupping his buttocks, Qui-Gon pulled
Obi-Wan against him, letting him feel the evidence of his
desire. Obi-Wan drew a sharp breath. The power he had to arouse
his Master so much excited him all the more.
Obi-Wan breathed Qui-Gon's name, suddenly needing to touch him
everywhere at once. He tugged at the elder Jedi's clothing,
wanting desperately to feel his bare skin pressed against his
own heated flesh.
Obi-Wan undid Qui-Gon's belt, slipped his hands inside the
tunic and quickly divested him of the garment. Qui-Gon kicked
off his boots and wiggled out of his pants and breeches, then
stretched out next to Obi-Wan again.
Qui-Gon languidly trailed a hand over his Padawan's lean body.
Gliding up and down his side, over the smooth expanse of back,
rounding the curve of his hip. Fingertips gently kneaded the
tantalizing swell of his firm bottom, trailing up a smooth
thigh and running teasingly over his straining erection.
Obi-Wan was so filled with longing, a need so raw that he
literally felt ready to burst. Grinding his hips into
Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan urged him to ease the ache spreading through
his body. "Kiss me," he gasped "touch me, please."
Gently pushing Obi-Wan onto his back, Qui-Gon traced his lower
lip briefly with his tongue before slipping past it into the
sweet essence of his Padawan's mouth. Pulling back from the
kiss, Qui-Gon nuzzled Obi-Wan's cheek, his warm breath fanning
Obi-Wan's ear.
With a seductive smile and wink, Qui-Gon began trailing tiny
kisses down Obi-Wan's jaw, stopping briefly to nip and suck at
the vein in his neck. Then he continued down to his collarbone,
worrying the flesh briefly with his blunt teeth.
Nipping here and kissing there, Qui-Gon explored Obi-Wan's
smooth chest before latching onto a chocolate brown nipple and
sucking it into his mouth. Obi-Wan groaned and ran his hand
over Qui-Gon's back and shoulders, writhing in pleasure.
Continuing his descent, Qui-Gon trailed tiny kisses down his
Padawan's ribs, pausing to trace the well-defined abdominal
muscles with his deft tongue. Obi-Wan squirmed as Qui-Gon
lapped the skin around his bellybutton, then groaned with
delight when he dipped his tongue into it.
Obi-Wan moaned in frustration as Qui-Gon ran his tongue across
his navel to his hip, then down the crease of his leg to his
thigh, effectively bypassing his screaming erection. In a
strangled voice, he managed to croak out, "Master, please..."
Voice deepened by passion, Qui-Gon gently admonished,
"Patience, my Precious One, patience." Then rubbed his cheek
along Obi-Wan's length, causing his Padawan to yelp in shock.
The friction of Qui-Gon's beard against his over-sensitized
organ was almost enough to push Obi-Wan over the edge.
"Focus, Padawan. Try and find your center." Qui-Gon soothed.
Extending his tongue, Qui-Gon gently licked the length before
taking just the head into his mouth and rolling it around.
Obi-Wan's whole body shook with tension as the new sensations
washed over him.
Qui-Gon licked and sucked Obi-Wan, learning what made him sigh,
what made him groan and shudder with delight. Taking his
Padawan fully in his mouth, Qui-Gon held him steady with one
hand as he pumped him with his mouth. His free hand alternated
between caressing Obi-Wan's stomach and thighs to cupping his
sac and gently rolling his balls with his fingers.
Obi-Wan tried desperately to center himself and hold out, but
the pleasure and sensations were too much. He hazarded a glance
down at Qui-Gon and the sight of his master engulfing him
sealed his fate. Desperately he cried, "Master, stop!" And his
whole body tensed in anticipation. Qui-Gon didn't stop at his
Padawan's cry; he only pumped him harder. With a long moan and
shout, Obi-Wan's whole body shook as he emptied his seed into
Qui-Gon's eager mouth.
Qui-Gon crawled up his Padawan's spent form and kissed him
deeply. Obi-Wan moaned as he tasted himself on Qui-Gon's lips
and tongue. Pulling back, Qui-Gon looked at Obi-Wan, an
unspoken question in the depths of his passion glazed eyes. In
answer, Obi-Wan flicked his wrist and a second later he held
the bottle of oil.
Quickly pouring a small amount into his hand, Obi-Wan warmed it
briefly then applied it to Qui-Gon. The Jedi Master groaned as
Obi-Wan's fingers caressed him and involuntarily thrust into
the grip. Taking the bottle of oil, Qui-Gon used a small amount
to lube his fingers, then ran then between Obi-Wan's cheeks.
He circled the tight ring of muscle for a minute before
slipping one finger inside. Obi-Wan gasped at intrusion at
first, then groaned as pleasure flooded his body. Slowly
drawing the digit in and out, Qui-Gon added a second. Pulling
his fingers away, Obi-Wan started to protest, but it died on
his lips as Qui-Gon eased his length slowly inside.
Pausing briefly to give Obi-Wan time to adjust, Qui-Gon kissed
him tenderly. When his lover started to squirm under him,
Qui-Gon began to thrust in and out, first slowly and carefully,
and then with increasing speed and tempo until it reached a
fever pitch.
Qui-Gon felt his control slipping away. His heart pounded in
his chest, a fine sheen of sweat covering his body. His whole
consciousness seemed to ebb away as he approached the edge of
the abyss.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan cried out his name, trembling and spasaming
with release again. Qui-Gon quickly followed, depositing his
essence deep inside his Padawan. Finally, he collapsed; limp
and spent across Obi-Wan's body, still intimately joined to the
younger Jedi.
After several moments of rest, he shifted off of Obi-Wan and
gathered him up in his arms, hugging him and holding him close.
With a deep sigh, Obi-Wan murmured "Wow!"
Qui-Gon chuckled, "Eloquently put, Padawan."
Unable to put his feelings into words, Obi-Wan opened his mind
completely to Qui-Gon. The immense joy and love that Qui-Gon
felt, brought a tear to his eye and he hugged Obi-Wan closer,
opening his mind fully as well.
The two minds mingled until they shared one soul, a shared
consciousness never to be broken in life or in death.
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