Archive: master_apprentice, swa-l, nesting place and hidden
past as long as you keep the headers.
Category: pwp
Rating: R
Warnings: m/m sex described and love celebrated. // is Jedi
telepathy.
Spoilers: Nope
Summary: Some aliens show that it depends on your point of
view.
Feedback: Hmmm. Let me think. Do I want your comments? Hmmm.
Yes! Yes!
Oh yes! (oops, wrong movie) Flames keep my Opus penguin happy.
They go to heat up his herring.
Disclaimer: They belong to George the Great and Powerful. I
promise to put them back with satisfied smirks on their faces.
George made the money not me, because I forked out for SW toys.
Notes: For anyone that cares, I just liked the title. It came
from a song in the '80's, I think.
Obi-Wan Kenobi screamed.
//Easy, Padawan. We don't want our hosts thinking you're being
murdered//
//Then...let...me...ooooohhhhhfuuuccckkk//
//Exactly//
The door to their shared quarters opened quietly.
Qui-Gon Jinn lunged forward impaling his apprentice and lover
one last time. He rather enjoyed making Obi-Wan lose his
composure, dignity and everything else. The younger man was far
too serious.
//Wonder who I got that from? // came the amused retort.
"You can still think?" Qui-Gon teased. "I'm losing my touch."
His apprentice snorted with tired laughter. "Your touch is
right where it belongs. On me."
The elder Jedi chuckled. "Imp."
"My Master's love toy."
That drew a laugh. Pleased Obi-Wan tried again. "Qui-Gon's
portable mattress?"
He felt the rumbling joy begin in his lover.
"Master Jinn's handy, horny snugglebunny."
That did it. Qui-Gon lay helplessly on his side and gave in to
the hysteria.
Once his fit subsided, the Jedi Master smiled wearily. "Damn
right you are."
"I love you, Qui-Gon Master."
"And I love you, my dearest heart."
Neither man heard the door to their room quietly shut.
The next morning, Jedi Master and Padawan emerged from their
sleeping quarters, only to halt quickly in surprise.
There in front of them stood the entire Koln delegation.
"No, Master Jinn. We have assembled here to honor you and your
k'ajjai."
Unfamiliar with the term, the Jedi nonetheless knew they meant
Obi-Wan.
"I appreciate your coming, but I confess I am somewhat
puzzled," the elder Jedi spoke as he sketched a brief bow.
"We heard you last night. And, in our concern and ignorance, we
blundered into your sleepchamber," D'ajj apologized with a bit
of embarrassment. "We saw what we assumed to be a private
joining. I do hope we have not given offense."
Only many years of Jedi training and control allowed both
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan to keep their faces from turning bright
red.
"No," the Jedi Master hastened to assure the delegates, "you
have given no offense. We are sorry to have caused concern in
the first place."
"Your understanding and forgiveness are treasured."
Each member of the Koln bowed before the Jedi and quietly left.
Obi-Wan felt, to his amazement, a kind of horrified glee. He
couldn't resist teasing his lover. "Well, Master, you were
right. I should have kept the noise down. It's partly your
fault, though. If you didn't insist on making me scream..."
"Obi-Wan," his Master said sternly. "We are fortunate they did
not take offense."
"They are an unusually easy-going race," Kenobi countered.
"They are very open-minded."
Resigned to losing this particular argument, Qui-Gon shifted
his focus. "What do you suppose k'ajjai means?"
"Student? Lover?" Obi-Wan shrugged. "Shall I find out?"
Qui-Gon shook his head. "It is of no great import, so long as
it does not interfere with the negotiations."
During the midday meal, Qui-Gon sent his apprentice on an
errand. He turned to the lead Koln to satisfy his curiosity.
"If you don't mind my asking, D'ajj, what does k'ajjai mean?"
The Koln regarded him solemnly. "Sexual relations, for my
people, are not an easy matter. In both body and soul. We
believe that because we are long-lived that is the reason we do
not have many children. Therefore, sex has been--shall we
say--down-graded in importance. It now requires discipline and
compatibility. Mates are chosen with care and reverence, even
when children are not possible from the union. K'ajjai is a
term to denote a lifemate. It is an enviable position because
it is not possible for all of us. We are greatly honored by the
Jedi. For your assistance in these negotiations and for
allowing us to witness your mating."
Qui-Gon felt stunned and touched. Such a simple philosophy. So
easily, the Koln could have been jealous and despised them.
Instead, they celebrated his bond with his Padawan.
//Master? //
Obi-Wan's concern filtered through his thoughts. Qui-Gon opened
his mind and let what he had learned travel through their
lifebond.
//I won't say I told you so.// The Padawan's laughter rippled
between them.
//Imp//
"Master Jedi, my people thank you for your diligence and
fairness during these negotiations," the Koln leader stated.
"We are happy to serve," Qui-Gon returned evenly.
"Tonight, we shall celebrate and ask that you and your k'ajjai
join us."
The elder Jedi felt Obi-Wan's agreement and graciously accepted
the invitation.
//Master? Are we expected to do anything in particular? //
Obi-Wan glanced around as he accepted a glass of local fruit
juice.
//To my understanding, all we have to do is enjoy ourselves//
Qui-Gon also accepted a glass of the juice.
An hour or so later, the younger man leaned comfortably against
his lover, rubbing his thumb lightly over the pulse in
Qui-Gon's neck.
//Padawan//
//Yes, Master? //
//I don't think this is the place for...oh Force. Obi! //
The young Jedi added a little Force manipulation of the elder's
nipples in rhythm with his thumb.
"Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan whispered. "I think I am drunk."
"So 'm I, I think." Qui-Gon frowned for a moment. "We've only
had fruit juice."
"Wonder if it's an aphrodisiac?" the young man sighed. "I
certainly am horny."
That surprised a bark of laughter from his Master. "Well, my
Padawan, what do you intend to do about it?"
Obi-Wan frowned in concentration for a few minutes then pushed
Qui-Gon onto his back. He found that although he felt a little
blurry and a lot loose, his coordination had not deserted him.
Nor had Qui-Gon's. They wrestled and rolled each other over,
losing bits of clothing in the process. Neither of them noticed
the audience they'd attracted. The intensity of their love
eclipsed everything but each other.
//Oooohh...am I dead? //
//No, my love. At least I don't think so//
//What happened? //
Amusement from Qui-Gon washed over the young Jedi, easing the
pain of his hangover. //We had a very good time//
Obi-Wan smiled and opened his eyes. //That we did, lover//
He stretched and yawned, working out the morning kinks. Then,
his eyes shot open. "Did we...? In front of them?"
Qui-Gon didn't pretend to misunderstand. "We most certainly
did. I believe everyone was most impressed with our
performance."
//Oh, Force//
Qui-Gon chuckled. "Not to worry, Padawan. The Koln were very
honored to witness our joining. D'ajj said so after you passed
out. I believe we've managed to create a strong bond of
friendship with the Koln. Public matings, like lifematings, are
rare and highly prized."
Obi-Wan blushed to the roots of his short hair. Well, as long
as we completed our mission and everyone's happy, I really
don't mind."
//No?//
"No," Obi-Wan smiled. "But, next time let's find a bed."
Qui-Gon laughed and hugged his apprentice. "Agreed. A bed."
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