Summary: Qui-Gon hurts his apprentice and must find a way to
repair the damage...
Disclaimer: I don't own them, but I do promise to return them
in roughly the same condition as when I borrowed them.
Qui-Gon walked back to his quarters slowly. He was in no hurry
to return to the rooms he shared with his apprentice. He had
done a terrible thing. And although it was not his fault
entirely, much of the blame still lay with him and it weighed
heavily upon him. He hoped Obi-Wan could find a way to forgive
him. Then, just maybe, he could find a way to forgive himself.
Three nights ago they had been on the planet Altaire
celebrating the signing of a peace treaty. The Altairians had
insisted that the two Jedi who had been so instrumental in the
negotiations attend the celebration as their honored guests.
They had no choice but to agree.
Things had been going well. Obi-Wan was having a good time, as
usual. Qui-Gon was even enjoying the party a bit. For once it
was not some boisterous affair with petty officials trying to
bend his ear all night about one thing or another. It was when
Lady Darula gave him that flower that things got out of hand.
Qui-Gon could not blame the Altairian woman, though. How was
she to know the affect that the flower's pollen would have on
the Jedi master? It had been a simple gesture of thanks. The
Altairian woman had pinned the small yellow and black morning
flower to his tunic. Qui-Gon had left it there. It was a sign
of honor to be given the flower and he did not wish to offend
these people just as things were going well.
His first mistake had been in letting her pin it on him. His
second was when he smelled it. It was as if his inhibitions
were being slowly stripped away. He could feel the first
stirrings of arousal begin to bubble inside of him. The litany
of "There is no passion?" ran through his head as he resolutely
set about to ignore his body's sudden craving. But he found
that his body would not be denied as he felt his cock swell
beneath his robes. He could feel the desire building until it
sang in his veins, demanding he act. Quietly, he began scanning
the room for someone to quell the incredible hunger that
gripped him and wiped away all sane thought.
His eyes fell upon his apprentice almost immediately and
Qui-Gon knew that no matter the cost, he had to take him, to
fill him, to possess the beautiful young man who trusted him so
completely. Obi-Wan, oblivious to his master's distress was
talking and flirting with a young black-haired woman. From the
looks of things, he seemed quite taken by her. Well, Qui-Gon
would fix that. With a predatory gleam in his eyes, the Jedi
master crossed the room to where the two young people stood
whispering.
Qui-Gon said nothing as he grabbed Obi-Wan by the arm and
pulled him away from the woman. She stared after the two but
said nothing. She had not missed the almost feral look in the
older man's eyes. Qui-Gon stopped when he reached the other
side of the room. Obi-Wan stared up at his master, confusion
showing on his face. Before he could say a word, Qui-Gon was on
him. With the speed and agility of the Jedi he was, Qui-Gon
slammed his young charge into the wall.
He gripped the sides of Obi-Wan's face in his strong hands,
then plunged his mouth down on the younger man's. Obi-Wan's
mouth, already open to speak, was quickly invaded by his
master's tongue. Qui-Gon was in ecstasy as his senses filled
with his Padawan. He left no part of the man's mouth untouched
as he reveled in the taste and feel of him.
At first, Obi-Wan was too startled to move. Then, as Qui-Gon
used his body weight to hold Obi-Wan against the wall, reality
set in. He could feel his master's hands move down from his
face and begin to roam his body, and he could feel his Master's
hardness pressing into him as well. He struggled now as Qui-Gon
held him in place and touched him, not caring that permission
had not been given.
Qui-Gon's greater size was making it difficult for Obi-Wan to
get free. Every time he managed to get loose a bit, his master
would use the Force to secure him again. Using everything he
had, knowing the way this would end if he were unsuccessful,
Obi-Wan jerked and tore his mouth away from his master's.
"NO!" he shouted, hoping to make his master realize that he did
not want this. But Qui-Gon ignored him and continued his
assault on Obi-Wan's neck instead.
But his shout had been enough to alert the partygoers that all
was not as it seemed. With Qui-Gon's back blocking most of it,
they had assumed it was just two men in a lover's embrace. Now
they knew something was wrong. Nodding to one another, two of
Lady Darula's men moved up behind the Jedi master, hoping to
take him by surprise.
It was easier than they had thought. He was so affected by the
pollen that he never sensed them. They quickly stunned the Jedi
master and pulled him off his apprentice. Others, including
Lady Darula, ran to Obi-Wan's aide. When she spied the flower
that had come loose from Qui-Gon's tunic she realized at once
what had happened and ordered that Qui-Gon be taken to the
healers to be cured of the affects. Lady Darula apologized over
and over again, saying she had no idea he would react so.
Obi-Wan quietly assured her that he understood, and did not
hold her to blame. Excusing himself, the young apprentice left
to return to his room. Not knowing what else to do, Lady Darula
let him go and went to check on Qui-Gon's condition.
That was three days ago. The two Jedi had not communicated a
word to each other since, verbally or otherwise. On the trip
back to the Temple they had been given separate rooms and
Obi-Wan not emerged from them once, having his meals brought to
him. Qui-Gon had not intruded. Now, the time had come.
Obi-Wan was once again trying to meditate and failing. He had
yet to make his peace with what had happened on Altaire. He had
been trying for three days now and still could not seem to get
control of the emotions swirling inside him. He could remember
the entire episode with crystal clarity.
Qui-Gon pulling him away from the girl he had been talking to.
He had been afraid he had done something wrong, angered his
master in some way. Then Qui-Gon had slammed him into the wall
and kissed him. More like raped his mouth, actually. No
permission had been asked or given. There was no consent.
Although there was nothing Obi-Wan would refuse his master, he
would not be taken against a wall in front of a room full of
strangers like some Tatooine whore. And Obi-Wan held no doubt
that is what would have happened. He could still feel his
master's hardness pressing into his belly.
He had excused himself quickly, accepting Lady Darula's
apologies without really hearing them. He had needed to escape
before anyone noticed just how upset he was. Once back in the
relative safety of his room, he began to calm himself. Even
though the soothing balm of meditation escaped him, he was able
to get control of himself enough to go and check on his
master's condition.
He met Lady Darula at the infirmary. It was there she explained
that Qui-Gon's actions were caused by an allergic reaction to
the flower she had given him. She apologized again and urged
him not to fault his master for his actions. Obi-Wan assured
her he blamed neither her or his master for what had occurred.
"When will he be able to travel?" Obi-Wan asked. They were due
to leave on a transport tomorrow.
"If there are no complications, he will be able to leave
tomorrow, as arranged," Lady Darula replied.
"I shall retire to my room then," Obi-Wan said. "Can I be
notified if his condition changes?"
"You do not wish to be here when he awakens?" Lady Darula asked
in surprise. Surely the young Padawan would want to be at his
master's side.
"No."
"I see." And she did. More harm had been done here than
thought. "I will keep you updated on his condition. Go and
rest, Jedi."
"Thank you, Lady."
Lady Darula herself came to inform him when Qui-Gon awoke,
hoping to heal the damage she had inadvertently caused. She
thought that if Obi-Wan knew his master's first thoughts upon
regaining consciousness were of him, it would help ease the
pain he felt. Obi-Wan listened to her and felt her growing
concern. He assured her again that all would be well. That was
three days ago.
Except for boarding the ship, he had not seen his master the
entire time, let alone spoken to him. He could feel his
master's concern through his end of the bond they shared, but
he kept his mental shields firmly in place. For the most part,
Qui-Gon had respected his wishes and not intruded, giving him
time to come to terms with what had happened. Apparently that
time was up. Obi-Wan could feel his master approaching and knew
that Qui-Gon was coming to talk to him, to try to make amends
for what he had done.
Qui-Gon paused outside the door to their shared quarters. He
took a moment to calm himself before venturing inside. Obi-Wan
sat on the window ledge, looking out. By all outward
appearances, the young man took no notice of his master's
entrance. Qui-Gon knew different. He could feel the turmoil
raging within the other man. That his presence should cause his
Padawan such distress pained him deeply.
Moving slowly into the room, not wanting to do anything to
frighten the younger man, Qui-Gon approached. When he was close
enough to reach out and lay a hand on his Padawan's shoulder,
he stopped. Obi-Wan had yet to give indication that he even
knew Qui-Gon was there.
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon called softly, almost timidly.
"Yes, Master?" the young apprentice said with a resigned sigh
as he finally turned to look at his master.
"I wish to apologize for what happened on Altaire. I did not
mean to hurt you, Padawan. Please, tell me what I can do to
make this right between us again." Obi-Wan could feel the
sincerity in his master's words. He knew Qui-Gon felt horrible
about what he had done.
The young apprentice had been thinking long and hard about what
to do when Qui-Gon came to him seeking forgiveness. He could
simply tell the man that he forgave him or better yet that
there was nothing to forgive him for. But some small part of
him, a part he did not like to acknowledge, wanted to see his
master as scared and confused as he had been. He wanted Qui-Gon
to taste what it had been like for him. More than that, though,
he wanted to know how much of his master's seemingly sudden
desire was the result of the flower and how much he had been
hiding from Obi-Wan all along.
"Take off your clothes," Obi-Wan said calmly as if he had just
asked his master to pass the bread.
"What?"
"I said, take off your clothes. You want to make this right
between us, fine. Strip. Or shall I pack my things now,
Master?" The icy tone of Obi-Wan's voice made it clear that he
was serious.
Without another word, Qui-Gon began to disrobe. He knew in his
heart that he would do whatever was necessary to repair the
damage he had done. He would take this as far as his Padawan
needed to, knowing the only thing he could not bear would be a
life without Obi-Wan by his side.
Obi-Wan watched as his master undressed. He had seen Qui-Gon
naked before, usually after a workout or the time or two his
master had been ill. Then he had always been careful to not
look too long, lest his master become aware. Now he watched as
each piece of the man's clothing was removed and neatly laid
aside. It was as if a work of exquisite beauty were being
unveiled bit by bit. Obi-Wan had to fight not to fidget as his
master's chest was bared.
Qui-Gon began to feel uneasy as he felt his apprentice's eyes
on him. Obi-Wan had never looked at him like this before and
the Jedi master was not quite sure what to make of it. His
Padawan's sharp intake of breath as he bent down to remove his
leggings made him pause. As he stood up, Qui-Gon wondered just
how far Obi-Wan really did intend to take this.
Obi-wan stared at his master's naked body as Qui-Gon stood
before him. He could see the unease his master felt as his
apprentice watched him silently. With a small, predatory smile,
Obi-Wan moved forward and slowly circled his master, letting
his eyes run over Qui-Gon's body at will. When they were once
again face to face, he leaned forward until his mouth was but
inches from his master's ear.
"Lean forward and place your palms flat on the desk. Leave your
feet where they are," he instructed.
"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon began, but his apprentice cut him off.
"Question me again or fail to do as I say and this ends. I pack
my things and you never see me again. The choice is yours,"
Obi-Wan said. Seconds ticked by and Obi-Wan began to fear that
he had gone too far when Qui-Gon gave a short nod and did as he
was told.
"Yesss?" Obi-Wan hissed softly as his master bent over the low
desk. Qui-Gon blushed at his Padawan's response to the lewd
display he made. Against his will, the Jedi master could feel
the first stirrings of arousal within himself and willed his
body not to respond.
Obi-Wan stood for a moment and took in the sight of his master
naked and bent over, before moving up behind him. Qui-Gon had
to fight back a groan as his apprentice's hands touched his
back. Obi-Wan could feel the muscles tense under his touch and
knew his master was fighting not to respond.
"You seem so tense, Master. Do my hands upon your body not feel
good?" he asked, feigning innocence.
Qui-Gon did not reply as Obi-Wan continued to caress him. When
his hands moved to softly pinch his nipples, Qui-Gon thought he
would scream.
"I asked you a question, Master. You would do well to answer
it." A subtle warning in his voice.
"Yes," Qui-Gon replied raggedly.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, your hands feel good upon my body." Qui-Gon was panting
now and when Obi-Wan reached down between his legs to take his
fully erect cock in his hands, he did scream.
The cry his master gave when Obi-Wan touched his manhood made
the younger man's blood boil. "Please, Padawan! Please."
Qui-Gon rasped out, his body trembling with both desire and
fear. He had never known such pleasure at the hands of another,
certainly not another man.
"What, Master? Tell me what it is you want. If you could have
one thing right now, Master, any one thing, what would it be?"
Obi-Wan prompted, his hands never leaving his master's body. He
fully expected Qui-Gon to say forgiveness, knowing that even as
aroused as his master was he would be ever mindful of why this
began.
"Your heart. I would have your heart, Padawan," Qui-Gon
whispered, praying he was not making a terrible mistake.
Obi-Wan's hands stopped their torturous movements and he took a
step back from the panting man bent over the desk. Qui-Gon's
heart sank at the implication. Summoning up the last of his
courage, he raised his head to look into the eyes of his
Padawan.
"I am sorry, my Master, but I can not give you what I do not
have." The sadness in the young man's voice made Qui-Gon long
to take him in his arms and hold him.
"How can you say you have no heart, Padawan?" the Jedi master
asked.
Obi-Wan felt the waves of concern flowing from his master and
immediately bit back the harsh retort that was on his lips. He
thought for a moment before taking a calming breath. "I gave it
to a man and he held it in his hands, never realizing what he
held. But the man became ill and in his illness closed his fist
on it. Now, all that remains are bloody pieces. I am sorry, my
Master, but I have no heart left to give you. Not anymore."
"And is there any? anything the man can do to? to repair the
damage he has done?" Qui-Gon managed to ask.
"I do not believe the end result would be worthy of the effort
involved."
"What!" Qui-Gon roared as he stood up. Forgotten were Obi-Wan's
orders as he loomed over his apprentice, anger flashing in his
eyes. "How can you say it would not be worth the effort? That -
you - would not be worth the effort? Don't you know I would do
anything to hold you in my arms, to kiss you, to tell you that
I love you?"
Obi-Wan began to back away. He had never seen Qui-Gon this
angry before. Too late, he realized his mistake as his back met
the corner of the room. Qui-Gon continued to approach until he
was short inches away from his nervous Padawan.
"Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop. I won't force you,
Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said simply. The fact that he needed to say
those words at all, hurt more than he thought possible, but
they were necessary.
"I trust you, Master," Obi-Wan replied, a bit shakier than he
would have liked.
"Now listen to me, Padawan, and hear what I am about to say. I
will do whatever you wish to make amends for what happened on
Altaire. I am more sorry than you will ever know that I hurt
you. If you wish to continue where we left off, so be it. You
may torture me until I beg you to take me and beyond if it is
your wish. But know this. When this is through I will still
love you as strongly as I did before. And together we will find
a way to heal your heart because, even if it took the rest of
my life, it would be more than worth the effort. I love you,
Obi-Wan Kenobi." Qui-Gon stopped then and waited.
"Master!" Obi-Wan cried out and thew himself into Qui-Gon's
arms. The Jedi master held him as his sobs tore their way out,
taking much of the pain with them. When the worst of them had
subsided, he gently pushed his Padawan back and looked him in
the eye.
"I believe we have a punishment that needs to be finished,
Padawan," he said gently.
"No, Master. I no longer wish to punish you."
"Yes, Padawan, you do. There is still pain in you. Still hurt
and anger and they need to be released. We shall finish this
then we may begin to heal." With that, Qui-Gon moved back over
to the desk and placed his palms upon it.
"Yes, Master," Obi-Wan said and moved behind him once more.
"Tell me, Padawan, have you decided exactly what my punishment
is to be?"
"Yes, Master. It is the same as I originally planned. I am
going to beat you and make you come from it."
"Obi-Wan?"
"Shall we begin?" Qui-Gon dared not look at his apprentice as
he gave a short nod to signal that he was ready. He heard the
belt whistle through the air an instant before it struck his
out-thrust backside. He inhaled at the sharp stinging pain then
clamped his mouth shut. He knew his Padawan was just warming
up.
"Have you dreamed of me, my Master?" Obi-Wan asked as he
brought the belt down again.
"What do you mean?" Qui-Gon hedged.
"You know exactly what I mean. Have you dreamed of touching me?
Of running your hands over my body? Your mouth over my body?
Have you dreamed of me as I have dreamed of you?" Obi-Wan's
voice had taken on a sultry quality that Qui-Gon had never
heard before. It went straight to his cock. What made it even
worse was that he punctuated each question with a lash of the
belt. That, too, seemed to go straight to his cock, making it
jump and twitch even as pain erupted through him.
Obi-Wan had fallen into a rhythm as he brought the belt down
again and again, waiting for his master's reply. Prompted by
his master's silence, Obi-Wan stepped forward and just as
Qui-Gon expected to feel the belt, reached around and grasped
his Master's cock, instead. The Jedi master cried out and
arched forward into the hand, seeking release. But Obi-Wan
merely tightened his grip at the base, effectively preventing
his master from coming.
"Answer me, Master," he commanded.
"Yes," Qui-Gon admitted, shame coloring his face.
"Tell me. Tell me your darkest fantasy, Master. Tell me and I
shall let you come."
"Obi-Wan?please?"
"Tell me the darkest one, Master. The one you keep locked
tightly away. Tell me."
"I?I seduce you. We're at a reception on another planet. I use
our like to send images to you. You don't realize they're
coming from me, though. At first, just the image of two people
in a lover's embrace. Both are naked, but the back of the man
blocks your view of the other. I wait until I can sense your
arousal at the scene before letting you see that the other
lover is a man as well?
Obi-Wan gasped when he realized that both of them were male.
Very male. What confused him, though, was his own response to
that realization. He had expected his ardor to cool, instead it
had increased. He could feel his cock straining inside his
leggings and flushed.
"Is something wrong, Padawan?" Qui-Gon whispered in his ear.
The sultry tone of his master's voice sent shivers up and down
his spine. He tried desperately to form words despite the
strange tightness in his throat.
"No, Master. I am fine," he finally managed.
"You don't seem fine, my Padawan," Qui-Gon replied and moved
closer until their bodies were touching, his front pressed
against Obi-Wan's back. The Jedi master's head was bent
slightly downward, placing his mouth within centimeters of the
younger man's ear. Obi-Wan could feel his master's hot breath
as he spoke. The sensation made his throat tighten once more
and his cock twitch in response.
"It's just a bit, um, warm in here, Master," he whispered.
Qui-Gon was close enough now to hear even the faintest reply.
"Yes," he said as he ran his hands up Obi-Wan's arms. "I'm
feeling a bit hot myself."
He could feel the shudder that passed through his Padawan as he
touched him. The lust and desire radiating off of the young man
was making it hard for Qui-Gon to concentrate. But he knew he
had to take this very slowly. Obi-Wan had not yet had his first
taste of flesh. If he moved too quickly, his prey might bolt.
"Master?" Obi-Wan queried. He was not sure what in all the
hells was going on here. Qui-Gon was acting like, well he
really had no idea what his master was acting like, but it was
not his normal self. The look in his master's eyes was that of
a predator just before it swooped in for the kill. Somehow,
Obi-Wan got the distinct impression he was that kill.
"Come, Padawan. Let us take this someplace more private.
Perhaps we can cool each other off." Qui-Gon took his hand then
and began to lead him away from the reception. Obediently,
Obi-Wan followed. He had no intention of questioning his master
in front of a room full of people. He would save his questions
for the privacy of their quarters.
Oh yes, Qui-Gon thought to himself as they approached their
shared room. He would have his Padawan body and soul this
night. The thought of sheathing himself in the young man's
tight virgin body made his cock ache and for once Qui-Gon was
glad for the robes he wore. They allowed him to conceal his
rampant erection and keep from scaring the boy off.
They reached their room quickly and Qui-Gon led him inside.
Once there, he released Obi-Wan's hand and went to fix them
something to drink. He fixed a glass of wine for himself, and a
little something he picked up on Alduran for Obi-Wan. The
shopkeeper had assured him that it was just a mild aphrodisiac,
nothing strong at all. It just helped to loosen the
inhibitions.
Returning to the main room, Qui-Gon found his apprentice still
standing where he had left him. He set the two drinks down,
ever mindful of which was which, and began to remove his tunic.
"I thought you said you were hot, Padawan," he said mildly.
"I am much better now, Master," Obi-Wan replied.
"Take off your tunic, Obi-Wan." Just the slightest hint of
command in the statement but the young apprentice moved
instantly to comply. Thus was the power of a master over his
padawan.
Once he was divested of his tunic, Qui-Gon handed him the
goblet. He watched carefully as his young friend drank the
contents. Now all he had to do was wait for it to take effect.
Obi-Wan watched as his master's eyes never left his body. He
was beginning to feel a bit self-conscious under his master's
stare, but said nothing. Obviously, something was not quite
right with Qui-Gon this evening and whatever it was, he had no
intention of making it any worse.
"Feeling better, Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked.
"Yes, Master," he replied. Qui-Gon could sense that he was
feeling a bit better and decided to renew his assault on his
Padawan's senses. As delicately as he could, he used the Force
to softly caress Obi-Wan's shoulder. The young man practically
jumped out of his chair at the soft touch.
"Something wrong, Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon mused, the amusement in his
voice quite evident.
"Master, what are you doing?" Obi-Wan asked, not sure if he
liked where this was going.
"Practicing, Padawan. Even masters must practice to keep
sharp." With that he sent another tendril of Force to caress
Obi-Wan's body. This time he stroked the young man's nipples.
The effect was quite gratifying as his young apprentice groaned
aloud at the contact. Without missing a beat, Qui-Gon used the
Force to stroke the man's cock as he continued to stroke his
nipples.
"Master, please," Obi-Wan begged, not sure exactly what he was
begging for. Did he want Qui-Gon to stop or continue?
"Yes, Padawan?"
"Please!" Obi-Wan cried out as the twin sensations suddenly
stopped.
"Tell me what you want!" Qui-Gon demanded.
"YOU! I want you. Please, Master, please." Obi-Wan was almost
sobbing with need.
The aphrodisiac had done much more than loosen his inhibitions
and Qui-Gon intended to take full advantage of it. With the
speed of the Jedi he was, he moved in front of Obi-Wan and took
the young man's mouth in a searing kiss.
Obi-Wan felt his master's mouth crushing his own with bruising
force. His master's insistent tongue quickly wormed its way
past his lips and thrust deeply inside. Obi-Wan fought the
sudden invasion but his senses were soon overwhelmed. His body
was on fire and his master was the only thing that could quench
it.
Qui-Gon knew the moment when Obi-Wan stopped fighting what was
happening and simply accepted. His mouth grew more pliable and
his body more relaxed. He chuckled softly into his apprentice's
mouth, amused that it had taken so little to shatter the boy's
resistance. Deftliting, sucking, and
licking until the boy writhed beneath him. Then on down the
flat stomach, paying special attention to the soft navel until
Obi-Wan was practically begging. And when Qui-Gon took the
young man's cock in his mouth, Obi-Wan did beg. In several
languages. And Qui-Gon was only too happy to comply.
Obi-Wan tried to warn his master of his impending orgasm as
Qui-Gon licked and sucked his cock but he took no notice. With
a shout, Obi-Wan thrust deeply and came, flooding his master's
mouth with his cum. Qui-Gon greedily swallowed it all, softly
suckling on the shaft to get every drop.
Obi-Wan did not think he could move right now if an entire army
of Sith knocked on the door. He watched in strange fascination
as Qui-Gon quickly stripped, then went to retrieve something
from the other room. When his master came back, Obi-Wan noticed
he was carrying a bottle of some sort, but he was still too far
lost in his own bliss to really care.
Gentle hands turned him over onto his stomach but he did not
mind, not even when his master lifted him up to place a pillow
beneath him. He was so relaxed he did not realize what his
master was doing until Qui-Gon touched his anus with one
oil-slicked finger. His entire body tensed as his master slowly
slid inside of him.
"Master?" Obi-Wan called, suddenly very unsure of what was
happening.
"Yes, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon replied never stopping the slow in and
out motion.
"Master, I do not think I want to do this," he said softly, all
too aware of their positions and stations.
"Really, Obi-Wan. You've had your pleasure. Would you deny me
mine?" Qui-Gon reasoned as he added a second finger to the
first.
"Master, I would be more than happy to pleasure you with my
mouth," Obi-Wan said, hoping to change his master's mind.
"It's not your mouth I want, boy," Qui-Gon practically growled.
Then in softer tones, "I won't hurt you, Obi-Wan."
"Yes, Master," he said softly. What more was there to say?
Qui-Gon quickly added a third finger then reached around to
grasp Obi-Wan's semi-hard cock. He stroked the shaft in time
with the gentle thrusts of his fingers and soon Obi-Wan himself
was thrusting back, trying to get more. Qui-Gon took that as
sign enough that his young apprentice was ready. Carefully, he
put his oiled cock at the entrance to his Padawan's body and
pushed his way inside the tight orifice.
Obi-Wan blinked back tears of pain as Qui-Gon slowly pushed
inside him. It hurt. No matter what his master had said, it
hurt. And Qui-Gon knew it. He began stroking Obi-Wan's cock
again, hoping to use pleasure to take the edge off the pain. It
took a few moments, but it seemed to work as Obi-Wan began to
thrust into Qui-Gon's hand. Each thrust forward caused Qui-Gon
to sink in a little deeper. Soon, he was fully sheathed inside
the other man.
Qui-Gon waited a moment, then pulled back slightly to thrust
forward. Obi-Wan moaned at the pain but said nothing. He would
not deny his master this pleasure, no matter how much it hurt.
Qui-Gon established a rhythm and soon they were both moving
together, the pain overshadowed by the pleasure. Qui-Gon could
feel his orgasm building and moved to make sure his Padawan
came as well. He stroked Obi-Wan's cock faster and faster,
pushing the younger man toward completion.
With a strangled shout, Obi-Wan came a second time that night,
and this time took his master with him. Qui-Gon slammed full
into him and held his hips tightly as his semen pumped out of
him. Exhausted, they both collapsed on the floor with Qui-Gon
still sheathed inside of his apprentice's tight body.
"That is your darkest fantasy, Master?" Obi-Wan questioned. No
longer able to speak, Qui-Gon merely nodded.
"You thought that would be the only way you would ever have me,
didn't you?" Obi-Wan said, more in contemplation than question.
"Yes," Qui-Gon replied as he began to tremble. What would his
precious Padawan think of him now?
"Master," Obi-Wan began carefully. He could see how upset
Qui-Gon was and knew he had to choose his words very carefully
here. The fantasy his master just described was a bit too much
like recent events and he could feel his master's guilt over
it. "While that - was - a rather delicious fantasy. That was
all it was. A fantasy. I may not know everything there is to
know about you, but I do know that you would never force
yourself on me like that. You would not be able to."
"I was able to on Altaire," Qui-Gon countered, his voice choked
with tears.
"No, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan said, his voice soft but firm. "In my
heart I know that even if I had not gotten away from you when I
did, you would not have raped me. No matter how badly that
damnable pollen was urging you to."
"Obi-Wan?" he began.
"Shall I tell you one of my fantasies, Master?" Obi-Wan
interrupted, hoping to regain the atmosphere they had
momentarily lost. "We're acting out part of one right now. Only
in my fantasy, you beg me to take you, to shove my cock inside
you and take what I want. And I oblige, of course. Would you
like that, my Master? Would you like me fuck you like that,
right now? Would you?"
"Yes," Qui-Gon whispered, his voice all but deserting him as
his Padawan's words brought him to aching hardness once more.
"Then ready yourself for me," Obi-Wan said as he stepped back.
"Ready myself?"
"Reach back and use your fingers to stretch yourself," Obi-Wan
explained patiently. "I do not wish to brag, Master, but I am
not small and I have no wish to cause you pain in this."
"Humiliation, I see, is permissible," Qui-Gon retorted as his
cheeks flushed with shame. Did his Padawan plan to just stand
there and watch him?
"Yes, Master, that is exactly what I plan. I want to watch you
make yourself ready to receive me. You wished me to finish your
punishment and I am." As Obi-Wan spoke, Qui-Gon began to slowly
slide his finger inside his rectum. It was a new and rather odd
sensation, his fingers inside himself. Not painful, but not
really pleasurable either. He felt his face flush with shame
again at what he was doing, especially under the close scrutiny
of his Padawan's hot stare.
"And while yes, it is permissible, you have not begun to feel
humiliation yet. Another time, perhaps, when things are less
urgent, we can explore that avenue but not right now," Obi-Wan
said, his cock going rock hard at the sight of his master
fingering himself. "Do you have any idea how arousing it is to
watch your fingers disappearing inside you, Master, and to know
that soon my cock will be doing the same?"
Qui-Gon flushed yet again as the words his Padawan spoke seemed
to go straight to his cock. He was hard and aching for release
despite the fear and apprehension that grew within him. He
tried in vain to gain some control over himself. He would not
rob his Padawan of this, no matter his distress.
One finger became two as he sought to stretch himself to
accommodate his student. He knew that Obi-Wan had not been
bragging earlier. Their shared quarters had afforded him
several glimpses of his Padawan naked. He was indeed quite well
endowed.
The thought of his Padawan's hard cock where his fingers were
now spurred the Jedi master on. Never in all his fantasies did
he imagine Obi-Wan taking him. The idea ignited a need deep
inside him he did not realize he had. He tried to replace two
fingers with three but the angle made it difficult. He groaned
when Obi-Wan moved up behind him and replaced those two fingers
with three of his own. They sank in easily as the young man had
coated them quite liberally with oil. Apparently he had meant
what he said about not hurting his master in this.
Qui-Gon understood then. Allowing his Padawan to take him was
not the punishment. The slow torturous wait Obi-Wan was putting
him through, the small humiliations, they were the punishment.
The lovemaking would be his reward for enduring it all, for
taking everything his Padawan did to him and begging for more.
He understood then that Obi-Wan had no intention of taking him
bent over a desk, like some whore. He could feel the waves of
love and concern that flowed through the link. He could feel
Obi-Wan monitoring him closely, making sure he did not go too
far too fast. How had he missed that before?
"Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan queried, growing concerned at the man's
sudden stillness. "Have you ever been with a man before?"
"No," he answered as tears stung his eyes. Even now, his
Padawan placed his master before himself.
"Master, you have but to say the word and this ends." Obi-Wan
took his master's hands from the desk and pulled the man
upright. "I will not take you against your will," Obi-Wan vowed
solemnly.
"I consent, Padawan. I want this, too," Qui-Gon replied.
"Then why do I sense fear in you? If you can not come to me in
trust, do not come to me at all." Qui-Gon did not miss the edge
in his Padawan's voice. It spoke volumes to his master, telling
him he would not be made rapist just to appease his master's
guilt.
"I trust you, Obi-Wan. I love you. This is all very new to me,
as well as unexpected. Forgive my apprehension. I do want this,
want you."
"Are you certain?" he asked again. He had to be sure.
"Yes, love," was Qui-Gon's quiet reply.
"Then let us take this to your bed. I wish to make love to you
and I can not do so like this."
"Yes, my love. I know that now."
For long moments Obi-Wan stared into his master's eyes. He
vowed to himself that there would be no misstep here. For all
of Qui-Gon's reassurances, he still sensed both fear and unease
in his master. He would take no chance on seeing a rapist
reflected back in his master's eyes come morning.
"No more games, no more fantasies, no more punishments,
Qui-Gon. I come to you now as friend and hopeful lover. I wish
to make love to you. What say you?" Obi-Wan held his breath as
he waited once more for his master's reply.
Whatever Qui-Gon had expected, it was not this gentle asking of
permission. Could not the man see how aroused he was? With a
start, the Jedi master realized that his apprentice could
indeed see how aroused he was. EXACTLY how aroused. Which was
why he backed off. Obi-Wan wanted him, but not at the cost of
the trust they shared. He wanted Qui-Gon to enter into this
because he wanted it as well, not because his body was too
enflamed to care.
"I have loved you as your master. I have loved you as your
friend. Tonight, I would be honored to love you as a man,"
Qui-Gon said. The look of love, gratitude, and awe that filled
his Padawan's face made his heart ache. In a single step the
distance between them was closed. Each man quickly found
himself embraced in a pair of strong arms, and for the first
time, their mouths met as lovers.
Obi-Wan could not hold back a groan as his master's skillful
tongue mapped out his mouth. Qui-Gon remembered that first
fateful kiss and the taste of fear in his Padawan's mouth. This
time, though, all he could taste was love and lust and need.
Obi-Wan groaned again as Qui-Gon gently suckled on his tongue,
the sheer wantonness of it making the Jedi master's cock throb
between them.
Pulling his mouth away with no small amount of reluctance,
Qui-Gon looked at the young man in his arms. "I think you are a
bit overdressed for this, love," he said gently.
With a smile, Obi-Wan stepped back and reached to remove his
tunic. Strong hands reached out to stop him. He looked
questioningly at his master as Qui-Gon lowered his hands back
to his sides.
"Let me," he asked, his voice tinged with a strange mixture of
shyness and need.
"Please," Obi-Wan answered, letting his own growing need show
through.
Oh so carefully, Qui-Gon reached to remove Obi-Wan's tunic. He
noticed that his hands were trembling slightly but chose to
ignore it. He tried not to moan as his Padawan's chest was
bared. The tremor in his hands increased as he reached for the
top of Obi-Wan's leggings. He could see the prominent erection
straining against the fabric. The realization that that same
length of flesh would soon be sheathed within his own body made
him flush with desire.
Obi-Wan watched as Qui-Gon stripped him with something akin to
reverence. He noted his master's shaking hands and the blush
that heated the older man's face at the sight of his bulging
erection. Obi-Wan could still sense the underlying apprehension
in Qui-Gon but desire and love and trust were slowly wiping it
away.
Qui-Gon smiled as he felt a wave of reassurance flow from his
padawan. The young man's determination that no harm come from
this union was humbling. With a soft smile he grasped the
waistband of Obi-Wan's leggings and tenderly pulled them
downward. Obi-Wan held his breath as Qui-Gon sank to his knees,
taking the leggings all the way to the floor and removing them.
He could not hold back the sharp expulsion of breath when
Qui-Gon straightened and brushed the head of his cock in the
process.
Qui-Gon chuckled at the younger man's response to the
inadvertent touch. His grin turning suddenly wicked, he decided
to see what other responses he could coax from his padawan.
Reaching out, he carefully enveloped Obi-Wan's phallus in a
gentle grip. And just as Qui-Gon had done earlier, Obi-Wan
thrust forward, begging for more.
"Patience, Padawan," Qui-Gon murmured as he stroked gently.
Obi-Wan only moaned in reply but stilled his thrusting hips
none the less.
Qui-Gon watched as a bead of pre-cum formed and, without
thinking, darted forward to lick it off. His apprentice groaned
at the sudden feel of his master's warm tongue on his cock and
arched forward again. This time, Qui-Gon leaned forward, too,
and opened his mouth.
Obi-Wan thought he would collapse as he suddenly found himself
encased in the liquid fire of Qui-Gon's mouth. It took every
ounce of willpower the young apprentice had not to thrust into
that inferno as hard as he could. But he knew his master had
never done this before, so he steeled himself to remain as
still as possible and let Qui-Gon set the pace. But oh that
scalding heat on his cock did its damnedest to drive all
thoughts of gentle care from his mind.
Qui-Gon marveled at his apprentice's degree of control. He knew
Obi-Wan was fighting to stay still, afraid of thrusting too
deeply and hurting him. He appreciated the concern, but he
wanted the young man to let go a little. While being with
another man was quite new to him, sex in general was not. He
had, over the years, had his own share of hot wet mouths
fastened to his cock and knew how hard it was to keep from
thrusting.
Even as he encircled the head of Obi-Wan's erection with his
tongue, he was surprised to find that he rather enjoyed doing
this. The fact that he was giving pleasure to Obi-Wan seemed to
fuel his own desire and he found himself greedily sucking on
the long hard shaft.
"Qui-Gon, please, stop," Obi-Wan panted as his master began
sucking him in earnest. "I can't hold back."
//Then don't// Qui-Gon sent along their bond, never stopping
what his mouth was doing. It was rare when his master spoke to
him this way and Obi-Wan could feel a desire that mirrored his
own hidden in the words.
"Qui-Gon!"
//Come for me, love//
With a strangled shout, Obi-Wan fisted his hands in his lover's
hair and came. Spurt after spurt of hot semen shot into his
master's mouth and Qui-Gon swallowed quickly, trying not to
lose any of his lover's essence. It was all too much for
Obi-Wan and he began to collapse only to find himself held up
by a pair of strong arms. Gently, Qui-Gon lowered him to the
floor and wrapped his arms around him.
"Are you sure you haven't done this before, Master?" Obi-Wan
asked once he had recovered enough to speak.
"Quite sure, Padawan," Qui-Gon laughed. "But I would not be
adverse to doing it again if you would like."
"I would very much like," Obi-Wan growled as he reached up and
covered Qui-Gon's mouth with his own. He moaned when he tasted
his own cum, and he felt himself growing hard again.
Qui-Gon felt his lover's hardness pressing into his thigh and
marveled at the young man's recuperative powers. He could not
help the smug pleasure he felt at Obi-Wan's response to him. He
was finding out quickly just what a young exuberant lover could
do for an old man's ego. Not to mention what said lover could
do for other things.
Moaning into his surprisingly aggressive apprentice's mouth,
Qui-Gon leaned backward. Stretching himself out on the floor,
he pulled Obi-Wan with him so that the young man lay atop him.
Both men gasped when their straining erections came into
contact. They continued to kiss, Obi-Wan licking the taste of
himself from Qui-Gon's mouth even as they ground their bodies
together. Finally, Obi-Wan broke the kiss. The only sound in
the room was the ragged breathing of the two men as he stared
into the eyes of his lover. Each man could see the raw desire
he felt reflected in the other.
Obi-Wan tried to rise then, but Qui-Gon's arms were like steel
bands around him, holding him in place. It seemed his master
did not wish to be separated just yet. Obi-Wan had other ideas.
"I would not take you bent over a desk, Qui-Gon. Do you
honestly think I would take you on the floor?" he whispered,
touching his lover's face to soften the words.
"Padawan, I do not need to be treated like some skittish
virgin," Qui-Gon said with a soft laugh.
"Perhaps not. But our first time together will not be some wild
rutting on a floor. I am sorry, my Master, but I have more
respect for you than that."
"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon trailed off. He did not know what to say. He
did, however, release his hold, allowing Obi-Wan to move off of
him and stand.
"Come, Qui-Gon," he said and held out a hand to his speechless
master. Qui-Gon was dismayed to find that his hands were
shaking once more as he reached out to grasp the offered hand.
Obi-Wan helped him to his feet and led him to his bed. Their
bed, from now on. Never letting go of Qui-Gon's hand, he moved
onto the bed, pulling the other man with him. Once he had his
master spread out to his satisfaction, he lay down beside him
and began to slowly explore his face. By some unspoken
agreement, Qui-Gon lay still and allowed his padawan to direct
the sequence of events.
Obi-Wan gently kissed, licked and nipped Qui-Gon's entire face.
He made sure to leave the mouth for last, heightening the other
man's desire by denying him the oral stimulation he craved.
When he finally covered Qui-Gon's mouth with his own, it was
soft and delicate, filled with all of the love he felt as well
as promises of things to come.
Qui-Gon moaned in denial when Obi-Wan pulled away to continue
downward. He suckled on his master's neck, enjoying the taste
of the skin beneath his mouth and the strong steady pulse beat.
For his part, Qui-Gon was trying not to writhe as his lover's
hot mouth clamped down on his neck. Just as the Jedi master
thought he could stand no more, his young apprentice moved on
again.
Sensing Qui-Gon's arousal peaking, Obi-Wan moved downward
again. Nipping his way across shoulders and upper arms until he
came to the strong muscled chest. He paused for a moment before
letting his tongue gently lap first one nipple, then the other.
"Obi-Wan, please!" Qui-Gon cried out as that talented tongue
worked his nipples.
//Yes, Master?//
"Stop! Please! I'm going to come," Qui-Gon panted as he fought
for control.
//From this?// Even as he sent the thought, Obi-Wan bit down on
the pebbled flesh. With a roar, Qui-Gon came, thrusting his
hips into the air and covering his belly with his own cum.
"You are so beautiful when you come," Obi-Wan said softly.
Qui-Gon stared into his lover's eyes as he tried to regain his
shattered control. For the time being, it appeared words were
beyond him.
"I wish to thank you, Master," Obi-Wan continued. "I was
planning on using more oil, but there is something quite erotic
about using your own cum to lubricate you. Your own seed, where
no man has ever been before. Preparing you for me. Mingling
with mine when I come in your ass."
As he spoke, Obi-Wan smeared his fingers in the cooling semen
on Qui-Gon's chest. Slowly, he brought his cum-covered fingers
to his lips and licked them. Qui-Gon watched, mesmerized, as
his apprentice savored the taste of his master's cum. Between
Obi-Wan's words and his wanton display, Qui-Gon felt the first
stirrings of renewed arousal. If his padawan kept this up, he
was not sure he would survive.
Obi-Wan knew his master was at his most relaxed right now and
carefully maneuvered himself between the man's splayed thighs.
Scooping up more of the semen, he gently pressed at his
master's opening. The earlier work he had done stretching and
lubricating the passage allowed his finger to slip in easily.
Spilt semen might not be the best lubricant but with the
copious amounts of oil he had used earlier, it would be enough.
One finger quickly became two and then three. The orgasm had
done wonders for relaxing Qui-Gon and loosening his muscles. It
was now or never. Using the last of Qui-Gon's cum, Obi-Wan
covered his shaft with it. With his own slightly trembling
hands, he reached down and began to turn his master onto his
stomach. Qui-Gon froze for a second, then quickly moved to
comply.
Obi-Wan wished he could watch his master's face, but for their
first time this would be easier and less painful. Gently, he
pulled Qui-Gon's cheeks apart and placed the head of his cock
at the entrance to his lover's body. He pushed forward slowly,
keeping a steady pressure until the ring of muscle gave and the
head of his cock slipped in.
A small moan of pain escaped Qui-Gon's lips at the penetration
and Obi-Wan stilled to allow the man's body to adjust. He hated
that he was causing his lover pain, but knew there was no
avoiding it the first time or two. When he felt the incredible
tightness around his cock ease, he inched forward then stilled
again It was long minutes later before Obi-Wan was fully
sheathed within his lover's body. He stilled again and reached
around to see if he could reawaken Qui-Gon's arousal, which had
flagged considerably during the penetration.
Obi-Wan took the flaccid member in his hands and began to
fondle it. He remained perfectly still except for the movement
of his hand. He would take this no further unless Qui-Gon could
enjoy it as well. It took a moment, but the organ in his hand
began to lengthen and fill, soon reaching full hardness again.
Only when Qui-Gon began to move beneath him did Obi-Wan allow
himself to move. Small thrusts, gradually lengthening, until
his entire organ was slowing moving in and out. Qui-Gon tried
to thrust back harder, but Obi-Wan held him firm. The gentle
pace was maddening and his apprentice's hand on his cock was
steadily pushing him toward completion.
Suddenly, Obi-Wan thrust in a bit deeper, changing the angle
just a bit. Qui-Gon gasped at the sudden explosion of pleasure
that ripped through him as his lover's cock brushed against
something inside of him. Again, the deep thrust and another
bolt of white-hot pleasure tore through him. It was enough to
send him over the edge.
"Obi-Wan!" he cried out as he spilled his semen onto the
sheets.
Obi-Wan thrust in a final time and followed his master over the
edge. Qui-Gon's body was milking the young man's cock
mercilessly as he joined him in orgasm. Qui-Gon could feel the
cum flooding into his ass as it poured out of his lover. The
sensation was like none he had ever felt before and he wondered
how he had lived without it all his life.
It took everything Obi-Wan had left to roll them onto their
sides rather than just collapsing in a heap. Carefully, he
pulled his spent penis out of his lover, ever mindful of
causing abused tissues even more pain. He could feel Qui-Gon
trembling slightly in his arms and he used the Force to pull
the blanket up over them. There would be time enough to talk of
things later. Right now all he wanted to do was lay with his
lover in his arms and sleep.
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