Category: PWP (raise your hand if you're surprised)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex between men. Don't like it? Then go 'way.
Spoilers: No. They're too busy fooling around.
Series: Writing fantasies has become a habit. So, this is
officially part of the Fantasy Series. Includes Joining and The
Naughty Padawan. More to come. (Obviously.) :D
Summary: SithQui-Gon dominates Obi-Wan.
Feedback: Pleasepleaseplease.
Disclaimer: Can I claim them? Just this once? Awww, man. No
fair.
With a blindfold covering his eyes, Obi-Wan Kenobi struggled
against his restraints. They seemed to dampen his ability to
touch the Force. Hands ran across his naked body and he tried
to squirm away. One of them grabbed his penis, the threat
implicitly clear. He stopped struggling.
He heard a raspy chuckle and the hand holding his cock began to
fondle it.
The young Jedi let himself relax. //It's just an autonomic
response to a specific stimuli. Sure, and Master Yoda is a
piddly no-talent con-artist// The hand felt good. Whoever he
was, he knew how to get what he wanted.
The hand stroked up and down his length until Obi-Wan thought
he'd go mad. Suddenly, he unknown man roughly jerked his cock
and thrust two fingers into the Jedi's ass. Obi-Wan couldn't
stifle his cry of mixed pain and pleasure.
The man ruthlessly pulled and probed until Obi-Wan thought his
body and mind would shatter. And something prevented him from
coming. Then, he had no more time for thought. The hands shoved
his thighs apart as far as the bonds allowed. The other man
forced himself into the barely prepared passage, drawing a
scream from the bound Jedi.
Obi-Wan wanted to fight, hide, anything but endure this. The
pain was actually almost non-existent. It was the pleasure he
couldn't bear. And the man fucking him knew it. He rode Obi-Wan
continuously, time ceased to have meaning. It could have been a
few hours or a few days. All that existed was the Jedi, his
captor and their sex.
The Jedi threw back his head and screamed again as his latest
orgasm tore through him. "Please," he begged. "No more. I can't
come any more."
He heard a satisfied sigh. The man didn't withdraw from
Obi-Wan's body but at least he wasn't fucking.
"Sleep," came the warm command.
Mentally and physically exhausted, Obi-Wan slid into a deep
sleep.
Obi-Wan woke slowly. He tried to stretch and found himself
still restrained with his captor still laying on and in him.
Once the man determined that Obi-Wan was awake and aware, he
began to fuck him again. This time was different, he slammed
into the Jedi's body harder than before and twisting the
fragile ballsac with one hand. Obi-Wan screamed as fresh come
splattered between their bodies, joining the dried come from
their earlier activities.
"Who are you?" Obi-Wan gasped.
The man remained silent except for his harsh breathing as he
continued to take his pleasure.
The next time Obi-Wan woke, he tried stretching again and found
his arms and legs were free. The blindfold still prevented him
from seeing anything. He cautiously reached up to remove it.
The lighting in the room obviously set on low, hurt his eyes
for a moment. He looked around the room. It was sparsely and
plainly furnished. In fact the bed he lay on was the only
extravagant thing he saw.
He reached out to the Force and found he could touch it but not
command it.
The door nearest the bed opened and Obi-Wan got his first look
at his jailer. His jaw dropped in shock.
There before him, bearing a tray of food stood a legend. At
least he'd been a legend among the Jedi before he fell to the
dark side. Qui-Gon Jinn.
The man smiled and nodded at Obi-Wan's unspoken question. "I am
Qui-Gon Jinn. And you, my sweet one, are Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda's
favorite Padawan."
"Why am I here?" Obi-Wan rasped, his voice not entirely back
from his screaming.
Amazingly, Qui-Gon chuckled. "After last night, you have to ask
that question?"
"Sex!" the younger man squeaked, outraged. "You want me for
sex?"
The older man set the tray on the table beside the bed. "Don't
tell me that someone with a delectable body like yours is
unaware of reactions to him?"
"Jedi don't care for personal appearance beyond cleanliness and
health," Obi-Wan stated primly.
"You're full of shit," Qui-Gon stated mildly. "I know of
several Jedi who care for more than mere 'cleanliness and
health'. Eat." He handed a plate to the young man.
Obi-Wan reeled in confusion. This man was a darksider, he could
barely sense it but it was there. Yet, he fed his captive and
treated him kindly. Well, except for the non-consentual sex.
Obi-Wan didn't understand his reaction to the man. He should be
using any and all means to escape but here he sat, eating
well-prepared and very expensive food. And, to his horrified
shame, he found himself craving the possession of Qui-Gon's
body again.
Qui-Gon gave a deep rumbling laugh. "Soon, my pretty. Soon."
They ate the rest of their meal in an oddly companionable
silence. Finally, the last morsel eaten, the last drop of wine
drunk, Qui-Gon reached for the Jedi and pulled him close.
He tilted the younger man's head back and placed a light kiss
on the slightly swollen lips. Obi-Wan tried to say no but the
renegade Jedi's mouth caught it and the accompanying moan.
Obi-Wan couldn't summon the Force but he was in excellent
physical shape. He struggled and fought to no avail. In fact,
his efforts seemed to amuse the older man.
"Yeeess," Qui-Gon hissed. "Fight me, my lovely Jedi. Show me
your strength."
Before Obi-Wan could react, Qui-Gon flipped him onto his belly.
He casually stroked between the quivering ass cheeks, finding
the hidden pucker.
"Please," Obi-Wan whimpered. He honestly couldn't say if he
meant stop or continue.
Qui-Gon chose the latter and slowly thrust himself inside the
younger man's body. He relished the pleasured moan and
increased his pace. Soon both men were driving each other
relentlessly toward orgasm.
Obi-Wan moved through his katas, allowing the Force to flow
through him. Whatever Qui-Gon used to dampen his abilities,
Obi-Wan no longer felt it. The renegade seemed to trust him.
Well, almost. The doors were Force resistant. Qui-Gon said they
were Mandalorian made.
He felt the Force ripple as Qui-Gon entered the living area and
watched him. He brought his workout to a close, landing lightly
before the older man.
Qui-Gon smiled as he took in the body glistening with sweat and
the slightly heaving chest. "Strip," he ordered.
Obi-Wan jerked at the command. All of his blood seemed to have
deserted his brain in favor of his cock. It certainly
threatened to burst from his light training pants. His eyes
slit with mischief. "No," he replied silkily.
The older man looked angry for a moment until he reached out
through the Force and touched the younger man's desire. He
smiled lazily with just a hint of aggression. "I told you to
strip. Obey me."
Obi-Wan slowly and deliberately turned his back, shooting
Qui-Gon a sultry glance. "Make me." He strutted across the
floor to pick up his tunic. He never made it.
Qui-Gon tackled him to the floor. He ripped the pants off of
the Jedi and shoved his legs apart. He laughed as Obi-Wan
howled when the older man penetrated him. His hand came down on
the vulnerable ass cheeks hard. He saw his palm print in red on
the pale flesh and nodded in approval. He smacked the ass
again.
The young man yelped at the first stinging swat. "What the
Sithhell are you doing?"
Qui-Gon relentlessly shoved himself deeper into the hungry hole
still spanking. "Disciplining you. You will obey me."
The older man grinned. The little imp. He wanted this. He
pulled Obi-Wan's hips up so he could drive in harder and
alternate the blows. He relished the moans coming from the
willing form beneath his.
"More, please. Force, yes. More. Please...MASTER!" Obi-Wan
screamed as he came.
Qui-Gon froze in shock. Then, he came in a glorious explosion,
emptying himself into the body of his lover.
Obi-Wan hummed as he worked on his lightsaber. Qui-Gon allowed
him to repair it, stating that if Obi-Wan truly wanted to use
it for escape then he was welcome to try. The young Jedi tried
not to think about it. He should be using any and all means to
escape but he didn't want to leave. His reason for staying lay
on the huge bed that dominated the room. Qui-Gon Jinn. The man
only had to look at him and he purred in anticipation. Obi-Wan
shook his head.
For his part, Qui-Gon knew of the younger man's turmoil and
confusion. It served his purpose. He wanted the Jedi off guard.
He wanted the man to stay. He wanted Obi-Wan on his back, his
legs spread and screaming for more. Hmmm. Now there's a plan.
One moment Obi-Wan sat at the workbench fiddling with the
components, the next he felt his breath knocked out of him as
Qui-Gon tossed him onto the bed. Quickly and efficiently, the
older man stripped them both and lowered his body onto the
younger man. Obi-Wan smiled lazily. He enjoyed being dominated.
It never seemed to matter why when Qui-Gon was near.
With as little preparation as the older man felt he could get
away with, Qui-Gon began to ease himself inside of his lover.
The grip of sphincter muscles almost made him lose control. He
stopped, took a few deep breaths and slowly pushed in further.
He smiled at Obi-Wan's whimpering moans and the terse order to
'get on with it'. He moved as slowly as he could, driving both
of them wild. He took the panting mouth of his lover as if it
were the only nourishment available. The younger man's legs
wrapped themselves tightly around the renegade's waist as
Qui-Gon began to speed up his thrusts.
"Oh! Oh! OH, GODS! QUI-GON!" the young Jedi screamed as he came
all over both of them. He dimly heard the other man's laughter
that stopped abruptly as he, too, came.
"Hmmm," Obi-Wan purred contentedly. He lazily stroked his
lover's back while he floated blissfully.
"You," Qui-Gon Jinn accused, "are insatiable."
"Me?" Obi-Wan squeaked indignantly. "YOU are the one who
insists on pouncing me at every opportunity, sex fiend."
Qui-Gon rumbled with laughter. "My enthusiasm is surpassed by
your demanding."
Obi-Wan couldn't decide whether to pout or grin. He settled for
an annoyed scowl. This seemed to amuse the older man even more.
"You're not being very evil," the young man admonished.
"Sorry. Pounding you into oblivion always puts me in a good
mood." Qui-Gon grinned as his student stuck his tongue out at
him.
"It was a good idea, though."
"What, my Obi?"
"Acting out the fantasy." Obi-Wan snuck a kiss under Qui-Gon's
ear.
"Bad Padawan."
"Badder Master."
Fin.
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