Master Apprentice Archive Photographs & Memories: The Life and Times of Qui-Gon Jinn - 1999-12-28 Quick search:

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Rating: NC17

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Summary: A series of "photographs" and "memories" that relate to Qui-Gon. Each segment is a stand-alone piece, and they are in no certain order.

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.

Author's Notes: These were inspired by the wonderful series "Snapshots: Obi-Wan Kenobi, This Is Your Life" done by Pumpkin. It is with her permission that I attempt a similar series about Qui-Gon's life. Pumpkin, thank you so much for allowing me to play in your sandbox.

I knew I should try to control my anger and release it into the Force, but I didn't want to. Not yet. Maybe not ever. I had every right to be mad, I thought, as I paced back and forth in the common room of our living quarters. I enjoyed the intoxicating feeling of the dark emotions that swirled within my mind and allowed my thoughts to dwell on the object of my rage.

"Revered Master Qui-Gon Jinn," I spat. "Dirty son of a Sith whore!" I would make him pay for this. Oh yes. And pay dearly. When I finished with him there would be nothing left of the strong, venerable Jedi Master, the Great Negotiator, the Mighty Warrior. Nothing but a pathetic, broken shell of the man that once was.

I continued to pace, feeling the blackness within begin to fill me as I embraced the darkness. I wanted to feed my anger so I forced myself to dwell on the events that led up to my being rejected by him last night.

I had been looking forward to my eighteenth naming day for what felt like forever. Ever since the tender age of fifteen when I approached my Master and expressed my desire for him. He'd said all the things a good Master was supposed to say; he was touched by my feelings for him, but I was too young to truly know my heart; that he cared for me deeply, but only as a Master should love his Padawan; that I should spend time with others my own age; that I would feel differently when I was older.

I tried to make him understand then that I would not feel differently. That this was not a mere Padawan infatuation with his Master. But I could not change his mind. All he would say was that we would talk about it again, when I was older, if I still felt the same.

Well, I was older. And I still wanted him. For the past few months as I approached my eighteenth naming day, I found it increasingly difficult to keep my mind off what I wanted. I had been very cautious during this time, keeping myself tightly shielded from my Master, not wanting to give him a chance to think about what I was plotting. I carefully planned his seduction down to the last detail, leaving nothing to chance.

Yesterday morning I awoke, as usual, to the sound of Qui-Gon in the fresher. Following our normal routine, I left my room and headed into the small kitchen. I started the water to boil for tea and then began cleaning and slicing some fruit. I finished the preparations for our meal just as my Master emerged from his room, neatly dressed and ready for the day.

"Good morning, Padawan," he said, taking his usual place at the table.

"Morning, Master," I responded, pouring his tea.

We ate together, enjoying a companionable silence, and then I left him to enjoy a second cup of tea while I cleared away our dishes and headed off to the fresher for a quick shower.

Afterwards, I joined him in the common room for our morning meditations. I knelt in front of him, mirroring his position and allowed my self to drift downwards, letting go of everything around me. As I had done for the past several weeks, I focused on our relationship, seeking guidance from the Force. And, as in the past, I was unable to find the answers I sought.

It didn't matter. I was sure this was right. Though there is nothing precisely in the Code that forbids a sexual relationship between a Master and Apprentice, as long as both are willing and the Apprentice is of the age of majority for his particular race, there are many warnings and lengthy edicts against the practice. The one point that stood out in my mind was that the relationship had to be initiated by the Apprentice.

Not a problem there, I thought. After all, that had been my plan all along.

Once our meditations were complete, Qui-Gon and I moved to the small patio outside our rooms. This was a part of our routine that I enjoyed most. We sat in the comfortable chairs looking out over the busy city of Coruscant as the sun began to rise. It was beautiful.

Qui-Gon talked about things that were going on in the council and asked about my classes for the day. I told him that I had an astrophysics test this afternoon but felt I was ready for it. He smiled, knowing I would do well on the test, as he had been grilling me on it for nearly a week. We chatted back and forth for a while enjoying each other's company. I loved this time with him.

Finally he got around to the subject uppermost on my mind that morning. "Well, Xani," he began, using his special nickname for me. "This is quite a special day for you, is it not?"

"Yes, Master," I responded, trying not to sound too excited.

"Do you have any plans for this evening?" he asked casually.

Too casually I realized as I swallowed a grin. "Not really, Master. I thought it might be nice to have a quiet evening at home," I paused for just a moment and then continued, "with you." I didn't miss the way his eyebrow arched slightly.

"I would enjoy that, my Padawan," he said with a smile. "Though I am surprised that you would rather celebrate your eighteenth naming day with me instead of going out and having fun with your friends."

In truth, I really did not have any close friends, a situation I was responsible for. I found most of the other apprentices distasteful and far beneath my time. I was always careful not to let any of my true feelings show whenever I was around any of the other Padawans, and in fact, was often sought out for my charm and quick wit. An act I had perfected over the years.

When I didn't respond, he continued, "Shall we take our third-meal away from the temple, then? In honor of your special day?"

Oh, this was going to work out perfectly. I wondered if he'd been planning my seduction all along, as I had been planning his. Had he also been counting the months until I could come to him as an adult? That thought sent shivers of desire straight to my cock. I was tempted to just dispense with my plans and let him know right then what I wanted, sure that he wanted me just as badly. But this wasn't the time. Both of us had responsibilities to attend to today and I did not want our first time rushed.

I looked directly at him, not even bothering to hide behind pretended shyness. "I would like that very much, Master."

His smile deepened as he got up and leaned down to kiss my forehead. Qui-Gon had always been very demonstrative in his affections towards me but I was determined that this would be the last chaste kiss we shared. After tonight he would kiss me as a lover not as a Master.

"Until this evening then," he said, drawing away and heading toward the door. "Oh," he turned back to face me, "I am planning on taking you somewhere rather elegant, so dress accordingly." And with that he was gone.

I sat for a moment, trying to collect my thoughts. I knew he would not actually cross the line and go against the Code by propositioning me, but he was making it very clear that if I did the propositioning, he would be more than willing.

I allowed myself the luxury of fantasizing about having sex with my Master for the first time. One of many fantasies I used when my body craved the release that only thinking about him could bring. Even when I was with one of my many willing partners, not only other Padawans, but also Knights and even a few Masters, I was unable to find complete satisfaction unless I fantasized about him.

I imagined myself wrapped in his long, strong arms, his mouth pressed fiercely against mine, his tongue tasting me, mapping the inside of my mouth. In my fantasy we were already unclothed, our bodies pressed skin to skin, as I lay on top of him in his big bed. I broke the kiss and began moving my lips down his neck and to the hollow of his throat, feeling his rapid pulse beneath my mouth. His hands roamed sensually up and down my back, pausing often to squeeze the firm cheeks of my rear. I could feel his throbbing erection against my thigh and my own pressed between us.

I moved lower, kissing every inch of the flesh in front of me. I slowly made my way across his wide chest and felt him tense when I softly kissed one large, brown nipple. I moved my tongue slowly around it, enjoying the way it pebbled beneath my tongue. I gently nibbled it, rolling it between my teeth, which caused him to arch up into my mouth, wanting more. I sucked it briefly then nipped and pulled it with my teeth. His groan sent electric bolts of desire to my cock and I moaned in response.

Leaving his nipple I moved slowly to the other one which had already hardened in anticipation. Again I sucked and licked the hard bud as he shivered slightly beneath me. His fingers began tracing the crack that began at the base of my spine, and I arched slightly, wanting him to touch lower. I continued kissing and licking him, inching my way downward. He spread his legs just a bit and I easily settled between his large thighs. I grasped his hips and held him down as I began to lick and suck around his navel. I moved lower and he was no longer able to touch me the way he wanted to, but when he tried to move me back up I stopped him with a look. He sighed and moved his hands to my head, trying to find purchase in my short hair.

I pulled back and allowed myself to gaze at his impressive erection. We had always been comfortable around each other in our nakedness, and though I had never seen him aroused, it was not difficult to imagine what he would look like.

Long and thick, it was nearly purple with desire as it jutted out from a nest of dark curls. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the slit and all I could think of was how it would taste. I brought my mouth close and licked the head of his cock and he inhaled sharply. I licked again, this time slower, moving my tongue around the tip and into the slit. I could feel him wanting to thrust upwards so I kept my palms on his hips, holding him still.

I slowly kissed and licked my way around and down his cock, making sure I left no spot untouched by my mouth. I moved lower and without preamble, took one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it between my tongue and teeth. He groaned loudly and I nearly came just listening to him. It took a moment for me to regain control and then I once again moved back to his glistening cock.

I put my lips around the head and sucked for just a moment, and then, locking my eyes to his, began moving slowly downward, all the while sucking and licking. I could feel him holding his breath as he watched me taking him in, inch by inch. He was too large for me to be able to take all of him in my mouth so when I felt I could go no further, I swallowed. He gasped and surged upwards as his eyes snapped shut. He struggled against the raging orgasm that threatened to overwhelm him.

Suddenly he pulled me up and rolled over on top of me and I could feel his desire for me rolling off him in waves. He kissed me savagely, thrusting his tongue in and around my mouth and then he moved quickly down to my throat and on to my chest, his mouth leaving a trail of fire. I writhed underneath him and moved my hands to his shoulders, urging him downwards. His hands were everywhere, touching and stroking, and I felt him latch on to both of my nipples with his fingers at the same time his mouth closed around my raging cock.

I arched up, unable to keep myself from crying out at the incredible sensations that assaulted my body. I cried out again when I felt his chin at the base of my cock and realized he was swallowing me whole. His fingers continued to tweak and roll my nipples while his tongue and mouth were doing wonderful things to my cock. He sucked hard while moving his head up and down, his tongue finding the vein that ran the length of my penis.

I was panting hard, determined not to come yet, but he had other ideas. Just when I thought I had my body under control, one of his hands left my nipple and a second later I felt him stroking the tight entrance to my body.

I cried out again as I began to helplessly arch into the hot, wet mouth that surround my cock, feeling my balls tighten in readiness. I grabbed his hair trying to hold him still as I thrust into him. He pushed one finger very slightly into my anus and I screamed as the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced raced through me. I could feel him greedily sucking as I shot my hot seed into his mouth. It seemed to go on forever, one spasm after another, and I realized I was sobbing his name over and over.

I reached down, intending on pulling him up to me, but grasped only air. I opened my eyes and found myself still sitting on the patio, my hand grasping my hard cock through my leggings. I could have easily brought myself to completion with just a few rough strokes, but chose instead to continue my fantasy. I opened my leggings and released my throbbing erection and moved my other hand down to fondle my balls as I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift back into my fantasy.

I opened my eyes to find Qui-Gon staring intently at me from his position between my legs. Without a word, he moved up to capture my lips in his and I could taste the slightly bitter, salty taste of my cum on his lips. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close and moaned softly into his mouth.

"Qui-Gon," I sighed when his mouth left mine.

"I want you," his voice was husky, sending shivers down my spine as he whispered in my ear.

"You have me," I whispered back, nuzzling the ear close to my lips.

"Inside you, Xani, my love. I need to be inside you," he ground out as he slowly began to thrust his hardness against my thigh.

"Oh, Master," I sighed, feeling my cock begin to harden once again. "I want that too."

He reached over to the small table next to his bed and grabbed a vial of oil. He moved back between my legs and I watched as he uncorked the bottle and poured a small amount of the thick liquid into his large palm. As he replaced the cork and dropped the bottle on the bed, I reached down to grab the backs of my thighs, pulling them up and out to give him better access. He moaned and closed his eyes for a moment, struggling for control. Then those incredible blue eyes were once again locked onto mine and I felt his thick, oil slicked finger gently probe the puckered opening of my body before sliding easily in.

He moved his finger in and out several times and then a second finger joined the first. I moaned loudly, grasping at the sheets as one blunt finger scraped my prostate. I moaned even louder when I felt him push a third finger inside me as he continued to stroke in and out, stretching me, preparing me.

"Please!" I panted.

"What do you want, my beautiful Xani," he growled as he wrapped his other hand around my now fully erect cock. Slick with oil, his hand slid smoothly up and down the length of my shaft.

"Now!" I cried out, trying to lunge up and back at the same time. "Please! Now!"

I sobbed as both of his hands left me and then I felt him scrabbling around searching for the vial of oil that had rolled under my hip. I pushed his hands out of the way and retrieved the bottle but instead of handing it to him, I uncorked it, reached down to take his angry cock in my hand, and then poured a small amount of oil directly on it. Not bothering to close it, I dropped the bottle on the floor and used both hands to quickly spread the thick oil all over his cock.

Qui-Gon sucked in his breath, his eyes almost fully dilated with desire. With a shudder he pulled himself from my hands and then quickly guided himself to my waiting entrance. Even after three of his large fingers had stretched me, I was still not prepared for his size, and it took him a moment of pushing before the muscles gave and I felt him slide inside. He paused, holding my thighs with trembling hands as he gave me time to adjust to his size, and then he started moving slowly inside me, going deeper and deeper until I felt his hips pressed against my rear. I tried to buck, wanting him to move, wanting it hard and fast, but he continued my exquisite torture by slowly pulling himself almost all the way out of me and pushing back in again. When he had almost pulled all the way out a second time, I grabbed his hips and shoved myself on him trying to impale myself.

His eyes glazed over as his body finally got the hint of what my body craved. He pushed my thighs even further back, my knees almost touching the bed, and with a snarl he began thrusting hard and fast, each stroke deep enough to rub my prostate.

"Yes! Oh! Force! Yes! Harder! More! Yes!" I cried with each thrust. "Harder! Harder! Yes! Oh! Yes! Force! Oh Force!"

"Come for me, my beautiful Padawan," Qui-Gon gasped.

I reached between us and grabbed my cock and that was all it took. I screamed as my seed began to spurt between my fingers, my body convulsing tightly around the huge cock inside of me.

Suddenly Qui-Gon shuddered deeply and his whole body went rigid, his head thrown back, his mouth opened in a silent scream. And then he surged forward and was shooting his hot liquid deep inside me, sobbing my name as he climaxed.

Bringing myself out of my fantasy I looked down at my still twitching penis and the cum that was splattered all over my leggings and tunic. I must have come at least twice to make this big of a mess, I thought with a satiated grin. As soon as I felt I could stand, I made my way back into the fresher and emerged a bit later, once again neat and clean. The perfect Padawan.

The rest of the day passed in a haze, as all I could think about was Qui-Gon and what was going to happen between us before the night was over. I couldn't remember taking the Astrophysics exam, but I must have done well, because the instructor smiled at me as I left the class.

Finally I was finished with all of my classes for the day and could barely contain my excitement as I headed back to our rooms to get ready. A gentle touch through the training bond we shared, and I knew he was still tied up with the council. Good. I didn't want him to be waiting on me and have to rush to get ready.

I chose my attire with care and after a long shower in which I used some of the scented soap my Master seemed to enjoy, I got dressed. I went to the mirror and gazed at the beautiful young man staring back at me. Pride is an emotion Jedi are supposed to avoid, but I could not help being aware of my good looks.

The sky blue tunic I wore contrasted perfectly with my dark skin and black hair. It was made of a silk-like material that accentuated my long, muscular arms, broad chest and narrow waist. I deliberately chose a pair of black leggings that I'd outgrown sometime last year and enjoyed the way they hugged my hips and well-muscled thighs. A pair of soft, black, knee-length boots and a wide black belt completed the outfit and I was ready.

I walked into the common room just as the door to our quarters opened, admitting my Master. He was in the process of removing his robe when he saw me and stopped just inside the door staring at me, his expression unreadable.

"Good evening, Master," I said, moving to help him with his robe.

"Good evening, Padawan," he responded politely.

I took his robe from him and turned to hang it by the door. I could feel his eyes lingering on me, so I took my time. When I turned back to him he was smiling.

"You look very nice, Xanatos."

I returned his smile. "Thank you, Master."

"Give me a few moments to ready myself?"

"Of course, Master. Please, take all the time you need. I'm in no hurry."

He looked at me for a moment longer, and then with a brief nod, headed to his room. I sat on the couch and picked up a datapad, pretending to read.

He emerged a short time later wearing a soft white tunic and matching leggings. His long hair, brushed until it shone, was tied back with a white leather thong. He wore knee-length, cream colored boots, made of the softest leather, and a matching belt at his waist. Though beautiful is not a word one would normally associate with my Master, it was the only thing I could think of as I stared at him.

"Master," I sighed softly.

"Padawan?" he asked, one eyebrow arching slightly.

"You look fantastic!"

"Only trying to keep up with my beautiful Padawan," he grinned. "Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes," I answered.

He moved to the door and then turned to look back me, still sitting on the couch. "Are you coming Padawan?" he asked.

Not yet, I thought, biting back a grin as I stood to join him. But from the way my cock feels it wouldn't take much.

The restaurant was indeed quite elegant, I thought as we were led to our table in a corner of the room. It exuded romance with its candlelit tables and soft, slow music playing in the background.

We took our time with the meal and even enjoyed a second glass of wine as Qui-Gon talked about some of his more interesting missions, before he took me as his Padawan. He was more relaxed than I had seen him in a long time and I had no doubt this night was as perfect for him as it was for me.

All too soon it was over and we were back at the temple.

"Thank you, Master." I said as we entered our quarters.

"The pleasure was all mine," he smiled down at me. "And I thank you for allowing me to be a part of your special day."

He started towards his bedroom, but I stopped him with a hand to his arm. "Sit with me for a bit?" I asked.

"Of course, Xanatos," he answered, lowering himself onto the couch.

I knelt before him and began unfastening his boots.

He reached down to still my hands. "There's no need for you to do that, Padawan. I am quite capable of removing my own footwear."

"It pleases me to pamper you, Master," I replied. "It is not something I often get the chance to do."

He looked at me for a moment and then relaxed back into the couch.

After taking his boots into his room I asked him if he would like some tea and then went into the kitchen to prepare it. I brought it to him and he smiled his thanks. I moved behind the couch and began massaging the tenseness from his shoulders.

"You are spoiling me, Padawan."

"I am trying to, Master."

"It is your naming day. I should be giving you the massage."

"I want to do this," I assured him. "I think I enjoy it as much as you do."

He leaned his head back on the couch and with a soft sigh, closed his eyes.

I was finding it very difficult to focus on the massage I was giving him as I stared down at his full, sensuous lips. Slightly parted, they seemed to beg for a kiss, so before I could lose my nerve, I bent down and gently brushed my mouth against his.

Qui-Gon's eyes shot open as he twisted his head away.

Before he could speak I quickly moved from behind the couch to stand in front of him, my hands never leaving his shoulders. I leaned down as I pulled him towards me, intent on capturing his lips with mine when suddenly I felt his large hands on my chest, gently pushing me back.

"Xanatos?" he questioned, staring at me. "What are you doing?"

"Trying to seduce you," I growled, pushing against the strong hands.

"Xanatos!" His voice was sharp and I stopped struggling against him instantly.

We stayed that way for a long moment, my hands on his shoulders, his palms on my chest, as we stared at each other in confusion. Finally he pulled away from me and made room on the couch next to him, motioning for me to sit.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, as I ignored the couch and chose to kneel in front of him instead. "I know you want this, too."

"Padawan," he started, but I wouldn't let him finish.

"You told me we could be together when I was older." I could hear the whine in my voice but could do nothing about it. "I've read the Code and I am old enough."

He tried again to speak, but I rushed on. "I know you want this, Master. I want it as well. I'm the one initiating it, just like the Code says. I saw the way you watched me at dinner tonight. You can't deny that you find me attractive, that you are attracted to me."

"You must listen to me, Xanatos," he said quietly, taking my hands in his. "You are a beautiful young man and I do love you."

"Then what is the problem?" I interrupted.

"You are my Padawan -"

Again I interrupted him. "And there are several Master/Padawan pairings around the temple. There is nothing in the Code against it."

"Perhaps we should talk about this tomorrow, when you've had a chance to calm down."

"Calm down?" I nearly screamed as I yanked my hands from his and rose to my feet. "You are sitting there telling me you don't want to sleep with me after leading me on all these years, and you want me to calm down?"

"Xani, I never led -"

"Yes. You did, Qui-Gon!" I could feel my anger swirling around me but instead of releasing it into the Force I held on to it, letting it speak through me. "You told me when I was fifteen that we could be together when I was old enough." I knew that wasn't exactly what he'd said, but it no longer mattered.

"I told you we would talk about it again when you were older," he said, his eyes beginning to take on a dangerous glint.

"Semantics!" I spat at him. "It's the same thing."

"I would suggest you hold your tongue, Padawan," he warned.

I was beyond caring. "And I would suggest you leave me alone, Master!" I shouted at him, making his title sound like an insult.

"Xanatos!" That tone of voice had never failed to catch my attention before, but not this time.

"I have nothing to say to you!" I snarled, heading for the door, and before he could stop me, I grabbed my robe and was gone.

I waited until I was sure he was gone this morning before I returned to our quarters. I wasn't ready to face him yet. I knew I would have plenty of groveling to do to get back into his good graces, and that is where I needed to be in order to hurt him the most. I don't know when and I don't know how, but I will make him pay. Oh yes, he will pay dearly.

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