"Oh?" emerald eyes were bright. Sculpted hands massaged and
squeezed the big body, closing on chest, arms, and thighs. He
leaned forward, kissing the wet belly. "Is this good, too?"
tongue teased inside the navel.
Qui-Gon cradled his head. "Mmm. Yes." he reached down, pulling
up the younger man. "Come here."
"Hmm?" lidded eyes through long red lashes. Qui-Gon kissed him.
A gentle kiss at first, teasing. Tongues exploring along full
lips.
/Love you./
//Love you, too.//
The sweet kiss turned to fire. Sweltering strokes back and
forth with struggling tongues.
Qui-Gon massaged and cupped the juicy buttocks, gripping them
close. He stroked along the crevice.
Obi-Wan gasped, pulling sucking kisses along the strong jawline
and throat.
They had no idea they were seen.
Master Garok had been given a rare assignment, touring the
'outgrown' places on Coruscant, in order to see if any of the
locations could be reclaimed for possible training facilities.
He had already toured three such locations, and found one
suitable for reclamation.
The sight that greeted him in the grove chilled him. Initially
difficult to make out from a distance, shocking up close.
//Is that who I think it is??// he stepped forward at a
discreet distance, cloaking himself in invisibility.
Two figures, sliding and writhing together along the water's
edge, moaning in passion.
Discerning grey eyes narrowed. //That cannot be...Qui-Gon?!
With his padawan?//
The taller man rolled up top, spreading the younger one.
Garok snorted in disgust. //It is Qui-Gon. I've seen enough!
The Council will know of this transgression. Steps will be
taken!//
He faded to nothingness.
"What!" Windu exclaimed. "They did What??!"
"You heard me" Garok folded his arms, angular features tight.
"This must not pass, Mace! You know the Code."
Windu steepled his hands together over the desk. "Yoda must
know of this. They were in the lost garden, you say?"
"Yes. And I wouldn't doubt that they have visited there before
for their trysts."
Fist slammed down. "Damn! I warned him. I suggested months ago
that they separate temporarily. I could sense the desire
between them" Mace shook his head. "Would that it hadn't come
to this..."
Garok ran a hand through sandy red hair. "Mace...I have always
held the upmost respect for Qui-Gon. But this weakness of his
for the boy...it is his downfall."
Elegant features creased. Windu sighed. "I loathe our next
conversation. I must meet with Yoda first. We will have a
preliminary determination of the degree of influence. Obi-Wan's
future is our consideration here."
Garok stood. "I'd like to be in on the session. At least, I
would hear what defense Qui-Gon would have for his behavior."
Mace nodded. "Very well. I'll set it up as soon as possible. We
must stop this sort of behavior before it sets a dangerous
precendent. Qui-Gon is not above the Code."
They lay quietly together, snug against the world. Qui-Gon
smiled at his beloved softly, stroking the lush body alongside
his, tugged on the padawan braid affectionately.
"You are so cute."
The handsome features pinched together. "Ugh. Cute! Of all
the..."
Qui-Gon smothered a protest with a kiss. //Cute.//
Raised eyebrows. "Me? Cuddly!" Qui-Gon laughed. "Now
that takes it!"
"See?" Obi-Wan pecked a kiss on his nose. "I'm cute, you're
cuddly."
Qui-Gon looked up. "What am I to do with you?"
Obi-Wan nuzzled in close. "Well, whatever you come up with, I'm
sure you'll do it well" a giggle.
Qui-Gon held him tightly. "Obi-Wan. I don't want you to think
this is all I want for us."
"Not a bad start" the young Jedi joked.
Deep blue eyes darkened further. "I'm serious. Something is
bothering me. Awhile ago I sensed a presence. Someone
was here."
Obi-Wan sat up abruptly, moisture glistening on the shapely
chest. "What! You mean someone saw us?!"
Qui-Gon pulled him back down. "I'm not sure. The question is,
who?"
Obi-Wan looked about, concerned. "And more importantly, will it
spell trouble for us?"
"Ssh. We can't prepare for every eventuality, Obi-Wan. But
never doubt my love for you, whatever happens."
Obi-Wan stared into his eyes, touching the short beard. "What
do you mean, Master? What do you know!"
Qui-Gon shook his head. "Nothing specific. But I still can't
shake the feeling...that something pivotal has happened here."
"I don't care" Obi-Wan was defiant. "We'll face it together in
any case. Nobody will separate us!"
"I hope you're right" Qui-Gon responded gloomily. "Come, let's
get dressed now. If we stay much longer there will be
questions."
Obi-Wan leaned forward again, eyes lidded through long lashes.
"Just a little longer" he murmured, soft and low, thumbing the
full mouth.
Qui-Gon melted. Moving towards the soft lips, the long mane
tumbled forward. Obi-Wan clutched the back of his head, pulling
him in close.
//One more time, my love// he thought no more.
"Disappointed, greatly" Yoda shook his head grimly. "Furious am
I, at Qui-Gon! He knows the Code."
Windu looked at him with regret. "Yes. How many times have I
tried to save him from himself? An exercise in futility, it
seems. Perhaps we have all failed."
"Hmnph!" Yoda banged his cane. "Hardly. Weakness in Qui-Gon,
is. Ever ruled by passion. Was miraculous that Master became
he, since emotion he ascribes to first, the living force. I
will not be outdone here. Explain actions, he will!"
"When do you wish to have a preliminary meeting?"
"Tomorrow. Too angry now, am I. Need to compose myself,
meditate."
Windu sighed. "Very well. It would seem an unpleasant
interrogation is unavoidable."
"Is so" Yoda agreed.
Qui-Gon felt wonderfully warm and draggy. A slow day of making
love tended to make one feel like that.
Both men sprawled lazily against the water's edge.
"Obi-Wan" he murmured dreamily. "We must leave now. Our duties
await."
"Do you wish to go, Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wans' voice was low, soft.
"Tell me. Because if not-" he stroked the broad chest, teasing
thick nipples. Smooth lips planted on one, sucking quietly.
Shivering, Qui-Gon closed his eyes, clutching his lover close.
"You know what I would wish. But it cannot be. We can't forget
ourselves or our responsibilities."
Green eyes shone over high cheekbones. "I understand. Back to
'reality', such as it is" he sighed. "But I can always dream of
another."
Qui-Gon eyed him softly, eyes blue and deep. "I know. I feel
it, too. But there's no solution here for us. Come" he stood
reluctantly. "Let's get dressed now."
Forcing themselves to cool their desires, they dressed facing
away from each other. When they had finished, Qui-Gon turned to
his padawan. His voice was thick with emotion.
"Obi-Wan-"
The young man moved toward him slowly, eyes luminous. "Yes. I
would promise you anything, Qui-Gon..." he closed for a final
kiss.
Qui-Gon grabbed him desperately, swallowing the fine mouth in a
greedy kiss.
They clutched for long moments, frantically embracing.
Qui-Gon snatched free at last. "Enough. Let us to the temple."
"Agreed, Master" Obi-Wan replied formally. The sooner they
switched mode the better.
In silence they walked, once again appearing properly Jedi.
/I should have braided your hair, Master. It's all over the
place, and surely a disheveled appearance would-/
//Not a concern, padawan. There is nothing they could glean
from it, other than the wind carried it around.//
About an hour later, they approached the main Jedi headquarter
complex. The central Temple was in view. Jedi were about in
force, the weather being perfect for outdoor activity.
/Master, perhaps I should stay with the other padawans. If
you.../
//Be still! Master Garok approaches.//
As they moved toward the marble steps, the lean, angular Jedi
Master approached them. Sandy red hair fell forward in
irregular shocks.
The thick brows knitted. A slight nod. "Greetings, Qui-Gon. And
you as well, Obi-Wan."
Qui-Gon nodded fractionally. "Garok."
Obi-Wan bowed formally. "Greetings, Master Garok. It is a
lovely day, no?"
The deep set eyes glinted unpleasantly. "True, padawan. The
type of day that lends itself to unauthorized activity."
Obi-Wan felt his throat tighten. What does he mean by
that?
"Excuse us, Garok" Qui-Gon interrupted. "We have duties to
attend."
Garok held out a thin hand. "A moment of your time, Qui-Gon" he
paused, looking at Obi-Wan. "Alone."
Qui-Gon frowned slightly, then turned. "Obi-Wan, if you would?"
Another bow. "I will attend with the other padawans, Master."
"Go to, then. Meet me at mealtime in the library."
Obi-Wan nodded quickly, then left. Garok waited for him to be
out of earshot.
"I have a grave matter to discuss with you, and it concerns the
Code. I will not mince words, Qui-Gon."
Qui-Gon felt his heart freeze. You!! He closed his eyes
briefly. "In regards to??" he knew the answer.
Garok lowered his voice, anger barely concealed. "A Master,
any Master, should never take advantage of a situation
involving a padawan. Personal considerations cloud judgement,
interfere with and ruin training-"
Qui-Gon felt his famous temper flare. "Say what you mean, get
it done with!"
"You know what I mean!" Garok returned with equal temper. "How
could you, Qui-Gon! Allowing your personal weakness to overrule
judgement-"
"Weakness" he hissed bitterly. "Can we regulate our hearts to
such a degree?"
"You live by the tenets, presumably! It is your responsibility
to provide guidance for Obi-Wan. Do you think such a
relationship is conducive to his growth!"
Qui-Gon felt rage boiling near the surface. "You speak as
though I seek to harm him! It's none of your affair, Garok!
I'll speak no more of this!" he turned to go. Garok grabbed his
arm.
"I saw you in the lost garden earlier" he hissed, contempt
rising now. "And were it my place to do so, I would have you
separated right now! For the boys' sake-"
"How do you call twenty-four a child! He is a man, by any
definition" Qui-Gon returned. "Leave it be, Garok! I'll not say
it again."
"It was my business the minute I saw the two of you together.
Be advised that Windu and Yoda have knowledge of
your...affair."
Damn! That's all we need. raced through Qui-Gons' mind.
The blue eyes were ice. "Are you threatening me?"
Garok stood back. "No. Merely telling you that there will be a
preliminary questioning on the matter. I have nothing else to
say on this matter. Good day." he abruptly dismissed himself.
Qui-Gon sighed. I dread what may come now.
With a suddenly heavy heart, he went inside the main entrance.
He walked down the busy hallways, mind distracted in thought.
All my fault, Obi-Wan. I am Master. It's my lead you should
follow, and that path may lead to ruination of your future as a
Knight.
"Qui-Gon."
He looked up from his distraction.
Master Ooreth. "If you would accompany me, please" her voice
was terse.
"No greeting, Ooreth? Apparently urgency erases good manners."
She smiled slightly, nodded. "Yes. Unfortuneately, in this case
I am merely the messenger. So as the expression goes, 'shoot
me.'"
"Am I to be interrogated, then?"
Long hands brushed at pale green hair. "I can only say that
Obi-Wan will be a topic. His future, and yours" amber eyes
regarded him sternly.
"Qui-Gon we have known each other a long time. I can't lie and
say I'm not disappointed in you. There is no shame in loving a
padawan, but to coerce a relationship-"
Qui-Gon took her hand, holding his anger in check. "Ooreth. You
can't believe I'd do anything to harm Obi-Wan! He is my
student..."
"He is more" she corrected.
Qui-Gon turned away. "This is not the place for this
discussion, Ooreth. Nor will I speak of my feelings for Obi-Wan
to you."
Golden eyes blazed as they walked along. "It is...a weakness.
Perhaps, if it is not too late you can be separated for a
while..."
"No!" Qui-Gon spun on her. "No. There would be no reason."
She touched his cheek. "I fear for you. Don't you see? Your
control breaks at any mention of Obi-Wan. You cannot be
rational here."
Qui-Gon set his face in stone, stubborn. "Let's get this over
with, Ooreth. I have little more to say at this time."
Her face became an inscrutable mask. Silently they weaved
through the chamber area, towards Yoda's private study.
//Enter.//
Ooreth motioned for Qui-Gon to go in first. Qui-Gon looked
about the spartan room. Four Masters sat at a wood paneled
table. Nukk, Aidbala, Kaddon, Boralis. Not to mention Yoda and
Mace.
Fantastic. This will be a joy. Qui-Gon thought
sarcastically.
All were grim. Yoda waved his cane at Qui-Gon. "Sit. Much have
you to explain."
He did so. "In regards to?" he stalled, ignoring preliminary
greetings.
The knome like Master snorted. "Well do you know. But would
hear from you direct first. Remember you, the Code? Or have
forgotten in convenience?"
He looked about at the group. Their expressions revealed
nothing. "Of course I know the Code. Why is that an issue?"
Kaddon exploded. "Don't insult our intelligence, Qui-Gon! Are
the reports true about the relationship between yourself and
Obi-Wan?"
"He is my padawan" Qui-Gon said carefully. "Nothing may be
inferred from that."
"No?" Nukk queried. "Garok is mistaken in his belief, then,
about seeing you engaging in-"
"I see my accuser is not here" Qui-Gon noted. "Whatever he
claims to have seen is most likely exaggeration."
Boralis. "How do you say that! What reason would Garok have to
lie? And more importantly, what were you doing in the lost
garden?"
Jet blue eyes sparked in anger. "Since when do I answer to you,
Boralis, on my movements! True, Obi-Wan and I were there but
not by design" he lied.
"It was all a complete accident" Aidbala supplied. "Are we to
believe this?"
"Believe what you will."
Mace intervened. "Give us a reason to dismiss this rumor, then.
Is it true that you and Obi-Wan are lovers?"
Qui-Gons' mind raced for an answer. Nukks' eyes narrowed.
"It would seem that you are stumped for an answer. Are you
weighing the truth versus a lie?"
"I will say only that we were embracing, and that Garok
oversimplified and overreacted to what he thought he
saw." it was a tactical move, designed to be on the offensive.
Careful, careful. Qui-Gon thought. Aloud, he said:
"Fellow Masters. My padawan was distraught over the events of a
training session. I merely sought to comfort him. Perhaps I was
overzealous a bit, but there was no violation of the Code. It
was a problem personal in nature, not to occur again."
The Jedi Masters stared at each other a moment.
"Politician, you should have been" Yoda finally said. "Leave us
a few moments while we deliberate on this matter."
Nodding slightly, Qui-Gon stood. "By your leave" he exited,
going into the outer hall.
He found a seat. I have no idea how that went.
The Jedi Masters deliberated.
"There is no proof" Aidbala stated. "It is Garoks' word against
Qui-Gons'."
"Sometimes you don't need direct proof" Nukk shot. "Why would
Garok lie, anyway. It's ridiculous to suggest so!"
Mace steepled his hands. "My concern here is what was
not said by Qui-Gon. Technically, there is no reason to
suspect-"
"Mace! Can you honestly say that you haven't wondered
yourself?!" Kaddon insisted. "Many instances have come up that
were rather suspicious or incriminating-"
Windu sighed. "All reasonably explained. We should not
overreact here. Despite what you may think Kaddon, I do
have my doubts. But again, what evidence? Nor have their duties
suffered in any fashion."
"Do well to doubt" Yoda added. "Sense all is not what seems to
be."
Boralis laughed bitterly. "What evidence do you need, Mace!
Would you catch them together, groaning in delight?!"
Windus' lips thinned. "Simply put, we can prove nothing,
despite what we may think. Without offense, there is no
punishment."
"Must root out truth" Yoda insisted. "Satisfied not with
Qui-Gons' answer. In meantime, must force-blind both,
temporarily."
Aidbala. "Reasonable, Yoda. If the rumors are true a separation
is in order, both physical and mental. Perhaps distance will
restore their reason"
Nukk. "I take no joy in doing this. We could be wrong, though
my instincts say otherwise."
Boralis. "We do what's necessary. And the boy must become a
knight. Even Qui-Gon should value that concern above his own."
"Join and gather, then" Yoda nodded. "Afterwards will we render
decision."
Qui-Gon sat impatiently in the corridor. Something is going
on in there, I don't like it.
He felt his mind drift off. Strange. I feel almost as
if...what??
Standing abruptly, he felt a cry in his mind. /Master!!/
"NO!!" Qui-Gon shouted.
Obi-Wan was in the library in the outer complex, when mind
noise struck him. Feeling somewhat panicked, he tested his
shields. Intact.
What just happened to me? he wondered, perplexed. He
reached out in his shared bond. Nothing.
"What's going on?!!" he whispered, fighting to keep hysteria
down.
/Master, I can't feel you!/
"Obi-Wan, are you alright?"
He looked up. Poovis, a fellow padawan, was staring.
He gulped. "I...have a headache. Nothing serious, but I've got
to go!"
"Hey! What about your report from the Taragon mission?"
Obi-Wan stood quickly, collecting his information discs. "It
will have to wait. I sense an emergency!" he took off.
Poovis threw her hands up. "Oh, great. Now I'll have to do all
the preliminary legwork myself" she sat down among the pile of
information in a huff.
Obi-Wan was already exiting the building, his thoughts far
away.
Qui-Gon nearly strode into the room uninvited when Yoda opened
the door.
"Come, inside now. Decision made."
"I know what you've done!" Qui-Gon nearly shouted.
Yoda was stern. "You forget yourself! Inside, now."
Once more, into the breach. the tall Jedi mused, going
inside.
Obi-Wan was running at breakneck speed, with purpose.
I'd best go to our living quarters first. He may be injured,
or unable to respond. Something has happened to our bond!
Sprinting through the corridors of the housing complex, he ran
into Master Garok. Literally.
"See here now, padawan!" the grim Master admonished him.
Obi-Wan stood back, chided. He bowed quickly. "My apologies,
Master Garok, but I believe there to be an emergency with my
Master. In my haste I was not paying attention."
Garok eyed him serenely. He tucked his hands in his robe
sleeves. "Fear not. Your Master is well. As will you be"
he added cryptically.
Obi-Wan stared at him. "I confess, I don't understand. Do you
know if something happened?" bright green eyes searched the
older man.
"I know of his circumstances, you might say" Garok replied.
"Qui-Gon is uninjured. Return to your living quarters, Obi-Wan,
and await him there."
The young Jedi looked at him in open confusion. "At your
lenience."
Garok nodded. "All will be well. Do not concern yourself" he
nodded a dismissal.
Obi-Wan walked away slowly, more confounded than ever. He
turned to ask a question, but Garok had disappeared into the
crowd.
What goes here. First our bond is interfered with. Then I'm
told not to be concerned by Garok. How is he involved in this?
And what does it mean?
Shaking his head, he went home. The pointless speculation was
giving him a headache.
Qui-Gon barely held his temper in check.
"So. We are blinded. This is Jedi justice!" he snapped.
"Have a care, Qui-Gon" Nukk reminded him. "Were we so quick to
judgement as you imply, you would be separated already!"
"You know the Code" Aidbala added.
"Tatooed across my forehead, apparently" Qui-Gon retorted.
"There is no substance to these charges, and yet-"
"And YET" Yoda interrupted. "Deny them you did not, either.
This is temporary, Qui-Gon. If there is no evidence of a bonded
relationship, the force blind will be lifted. Meanwhile, temper
your passion, utilize your judgement. Do not force us to take
further steps. The future of Obi-Wans' knighthood his our main
concern."
Qui-Gon held to that. "It is mine, as well. Surely you cannot
believe I would do anything to jeapordize that."
"Not intentionally" Mace replied. "But I know you perhaps
better than all save one. This was not done lightly.
Qui-Gon...if necessary we will save you from yourself, as
well."
He snorted. Tiresome arrogance! No wonder I never took a
seat on the Council.
"So be it" he nodded grimly. "It would seem we have no choice
in the matter. Is Obi-Wan to suffer because of your decision?"
"Yoda shook his head. "Understand he will, when you explain. Am
certain you will know how best to handle the situation. Go now.
And be advised, you are observed."
Holding his head high, Qui-Gon regally exited.
At least it's only temporary. No doubt Obi-Wan is in
distress. I must make it right if I can.
And distressed Obi-Wan was. He paced and sat. More futile
attempts to communicate through their bond.
Fist slammed on the desk. "This is ridiculous! I should-"
He turned at a sound instead of sensing a presence.
"Master!" he bounded toward the tall figure, then caught
himself. Qui-Gon advanced slowly, expression difficult to read
under his cowl.
Obi-Wan stood very still. Something was wrong, very wrong.
"Greetings" he said more cautiously.
Qui-Gon threw his hood back, saying nothing for a moment.
The blue eyes were dark. "Obi-Wan" he reached out.
The younger man immediately slid into his arms. Qui-Gon crushed
him close.
"Please, tell me what's happened" Obi-Wans' voice was muffled
against the strong neck. "Are you ill-"
"Shh. Be still a moment" Qui-Gon continued to hold him
impossibly tight.
Obi-Wan returned the embrace, needing the contact. Reluctantly
he pulled back a bit.
"Who has tampered with our bond and why" he demanded, emerald
eyes flashing.
Qui-Gon sighed. "Come, sit down, I will explain." he led his
padawan into the living room.
After putting away his outer cloak, he sat next to Obi-Wan,
resting his chin in his hands.
"Where to begin? No doubt, you felt a sudden...'block' as it
were, on our bond. The Council has deemed it necessary."
"What!" Obi-Wan exploded. "What sane reason could they give-"
Qui-Gon laid a finger to his lips. "Stop. Listen. The other
day, when we were in the lost garden together, remember what I
said to you?"
"Many things" the eyes were soft under long red lashes.
Faint smile. "Besides that. I had the feeling we were being
watched? It was true."
Obi-Wans' heart dropped . "Who" his voice was dry.
Qui-Gon looked away. "Garok. Apparently he had observed us for
some time."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes briefly. "He reported it to the
Council."
"Yes. I was summoned to explain my actions."
"We were together" Obi-Wan flashed hidden resentment.
"I know" blue eyes regarded him slowly. "My guidance of you was
questioned, as well as my motives."
Obi-Wan sat back. "That's nonsense and they know it! Our duties
are not affected. How have you harmed me?"
Qui-Gon touched the smooth cheek. "They feel I have enough
conscience left to consider your future as a knight. Separation
was mentioned, which I rejected. Consider this a 'probationary'
move."
The younger man clenched a fist. " I should go to the Council
chambers and set the matter straight. How dare they hold my
knighthood as blackmail. They overstep themselves!"
Qui-Gon braced him. "Be certain you don't do the same, padawan.
Storming in there in such a fashion will only confirm their
suspicions. It might also be the catalyst for them to take more
severe action. We wait this out."
The handsome faced pinched tightly, thinking. A long, razor
thin braid whipped in the air, a sign of agitation by its
owner.
He thought a moment. "So it's status quo for now, then? No
separation?"
Qui-Gon thumbed a sensuous lip. "Not as long as we behave
ourselves."
Obi-Wan leaned into him. "I don't know if I can. I feel cold, I
can't even touch your mind."
Qui-Gon wrapped long arms around. "We're still together,
Obi-Wan. Not the way we may wish, but not alone either. Don't
forget that."
"I'll hold that thought. Still feel empty like this, though"
the spiky head leaned back, turning a little.
Qui-Gon leaned his face alongside. "I know. For what it's worth
I feel incomplete too, my love. But we will endure this, I
promise you."
"I believe you" Obi-Wan said, not feeling as confident as he
sounded.
The next few days passed uneventfully. Obi-Wan took some time
to attend their garden. It was a pleasant distraction he found
more and more comforting as the days rolled on. But frustration
was never far behind. He only needed to note the silent echo in
his head to remind him of the 'ban'.
It makes you wonder. Have those people ever loved?
He dug furiously in the soil. "Damn!" this wasn't enough. No
matter how many distractions he filled his day with, the
emptiness was almost too much to bear.
Adding to that, their nosy 'keepers' found a way to check in on
them every day.
He had just finished putting a Bendorian Lace Plant in newly
turned soil when he heard footsteps behind him.
"Good morning, Obi-Wan. I trust you slept well."
The young Jedi turned, dusting off a pant leg. He stood up,
bowed quickly.
"Good morning, Master. I thought to attend the garden."
Qui-Gon looked about. He had just showered, and wore a plush
robe. "As always, you've done a magnificent job. The Lace
plants are coming up well."
Obi-Wan stared at him. That's not all that's coming up
well.
Emerald eyes fixed on the sculpted chest dotted with moisture.
The sandy mane clung in long tendrils around broad shoulders,
down the back. Thick muscled thighs peeked out from side slits
in the robe.
"Give words to the thought, Obi-Wan" Qui-Gon said softly, blue
eyes bright. He was too close.
His padawan looked away. "Nothing. Still can't get adjusted to
this situation, I guess. But it isn't enough to have you
nearby. I want you!"
He moved forward suddenly, cupping the regal face with both
hands, stroking along the short beard.
"I grow weary of pretense. I love you. It's all I can do to
keep from coming to your bed each night!"
Qui-Gon gripped his hands, kissing the fingertips. "Shh. Don't
you know I want you as well? I think of nothing else!" he
grabbed Obi-Wan impulsively.
Their noses touched. Bodies pressed close together, an electric
sensation.
Obi-Wan slid his arms around the firm waist, inhaling the scent
of clean skin and hair. A soft nuzzle.
"You smell good" he whispered, running his hands along the
thick thighs. "And you feel good, too."
"Stop, Obi-Wan. We must have patience" Qui-Gon gasped,
straining to maintain his own control. "Hold on a little
longer."
Breathing heavily, Obi-Wan stood back. He was still Jedi, after
all.
"So be it, Master" he said raggedly, fighting to regain his
composure.
Qui-Gon stroked the handsome face along high cheekbones.
"Listen to me" he whispered. "Were it my choice I would drag
you down in this garden right now. But the only thing I could
bear less than this is being separated from you."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, leaning his face toward the touch. He
kissed the broad hand.
"I understand. And I will do my best to comply."
"It is...difficult, beloved" Qui-Gon stared with typical
intensity. "But perhaps we will be stronger in the long run
because of this. At least I hope so. In any case, I will be in
the study after I get dressed, if you need me."
Obi-Wan eyed him. "Very well, Master. When I am done here I
will prepare breakfast."
"Excellent! I'm virtually starved as it is. Later, then." he
left.
Obi-Wan watched him go, observing the rise and fall of the
rounded buttocks beneath the robe...
...Fantasizing about squeezing those globes tight and teasing
the crack. Holding the powerful body close, full of promise and
heat. Sliding inside the tight sweetness, hearing his lover
moan in ecstacy...
He looked down at a prominent bulge in the front of his work
uniform.
Well, I needed a shower anyway. Better make it a cold one
now.
Smiling a little, he cleaned up his work area.
Qui-Gon leaned against the wall near the study, clutching his
groin.
Force take this insanity! I nearly broke back there. He is
so fine and sexy. I would taste that soft skin in the morning,
hear him squeal in pleasure. Ghods, it's enough to make me toss
it all aside...
Sticky wetness caked inside his robe. "Hot dreams. Too much for
this Jedi, I need cold water!" he laughed to himself, heading
for the shower.
Obi-Wan meanwhile had gone back indoors. Pulling off his dusty
work uniform, he padded toward the bedroom clad in only briefs
and undershirt. He heard water running.
Strange. Master just showered. Why is he in there again?
Patiently he waited, for seemingly an eternity.
Why's he taking so long? By the force, no one can get dirty
that fast. Add to the fact he was just in there not an hour
ago...
Obi-Wan sat on the edge of the bed, frowning. Makes no
sense. What did he do, have an accident?
Slow comprehension dawned. He grinned widely. "An accident!" he
laughed out loud.
With renewed purpose, he went towards the shower.
Our love will provide our own answers, Council be
damned.
Damn you, go down already!
Qui-Gon ran the cold water on high for nearly half an hour. It
wasn't working. His cock ached, his balls hurt. And he couldn't
stop thinking about his padawan.
This is hopeless, hopeless. I can't have him and I want him.
I shouldn't want having him. Wanting to have him is driving me
crazy...
"I'm going out of my mind!!" he shouted in frustration under
the shower spray, cock stiffly standing out from his body.
"So am I, beloved."
Qui-Gon turned slowly, wiping water from his eyes. Obi-Wan had
stepped into the stall. Growing wetness displayed the full
nipples against his undershirt. Qui-Gon couldn't help but
notice the sizeable bulge down below, either.
"Obi-Wan" Qui-Gons' voice was husky with desire. "I want you to
leave. Now. You know the situation we're in."
Green eyes blazed. "No governing body dictates my feelings. I
am done with pretending, Qui-Gon!"
Qui-Gon stepped forward a little. "I'll say it once again.
Leave!" his body shook.
"Tell me again" Obi-Wan tore off the wet shirt slowly, pulling
it away. Hot eyes never left Qui-Gon.
Long lashes lowered. He moved closer. "Tell me you don't want
me" he whispered, "and I will leave."
Obi-Wan leaned against the tiled wall, wiggling the soaked
briefs free with his hips. He continued to stare at Qui-Gon...
...Who stood rooted to the spot, unable to look away. His eyes
roamed up and down the voluptuous body.
Obi-Wan slipped muscled arms around the strong neck. "Kiss me"
he insisted. "Or throw me out" the full lips parted, face
flushed with desire.
Qui-Gon snatched him close, crushing their lips together. //If
only I could touch your mind again, my love...//
/?!!/
//Obi-Wan!//
/Yes. Love you. It's back./
Loud, sucking kisses on faces and throats. Sliding tongues,
flicking in and out. Water slicked bodies sliding together in
mounting heat, hips moving slowly in rhythm. Obi-Wan stroked
the long tail of hair plastered down Qui-Gons' back.
//Beautiful, love you, my Obi...//
/Yesss...want it!/
Hot tongues met in sweet abandon. Qui-Gon turned off the
shower, dragging Obi-Wan out of the stall, deep kissing him all
the way to the bedroom...
...cradling him down onto the mattress, still smacking tongue
until they were nearly breathless.
The green eyes glowed. "Ghods, missed this so much..." Obi-Wan
gasped for air. Qui-Gon claimed his mouth a second time. Broad
hands played with the shapely chest, teasing plump nipples up
further.
//I can hold back no longer, my Obi. Let the Council do what
they will, I love you!//
"Yes!" Obi-Wan rasped. "Don't care anymore..."
Sliding down, Qui-Gon slithered hot tongue along the fine jaw,
into the hollow under the adams' apple. Obi-Wan bounced up at
the touch. Wet kisses across the collarbone, nip and bite.
Suckling the plump nipples, reddening them further. Obi-Wan
moaned, squirming and clutching the broad back.
"Love the way you taste" Qui-Gon murmured against silky skin. A
wicked grin. "Breakfast!"
The long mane of hair trailed across the sensitive chest,
tickling and arousing further. Something poked Qui-Gon in the
side.
"Aaaah!" Obi-Wan arched up. "Hurry, my love!"
Hot slap laps on the clenching stomach. Qui-Gon sucked around
the groin area, settling on lush balls.
//Delectable. Very tasty.//
He chewed and nipped them gently, one then the other.
Obi-Wan cried out, bouncing and wrapping golden thighs around
the tousled head.
He rocked higher, sensations carrying him near the edge.
Qui-Gon slapped the juicy buttocks hard as he deep throated,
pulling on the velvet head then plunging down the shaft again.
His own cock strained and ached beneath him.
"Aaaugh...yessss"
Gasping, Obi-Wan threw his legs wide open. Qui-Gon leaned
inside, sucking on the tight opening, teasing it with tongue.
Sliding a tickling beard along the balls and shaft. Slipping a
finger inside, then another and another...
Hooking them in the hot channel, twisting and turning. Obi-Wan
grabbed the broad shoulders, already beginning to leak.
"Aughh...give it to me!!" he shouted, face hot with need. "Come
on!"
Trembling legs flew high in the air. Qui-Gon lunged forward,
plowing inside. Muscled legs gripped his hips. They rocked
together, flying high...
Minds touching, sensation and emotion joining together. Eyes
closed, reaching the peak...
//Love you...so much//
/Always...forever/
Jacking and thrashing they exploded together, pleasure ripping
their senses. Thick heat splattered between them. Reality
winked out.
"ohhh" Obi-Wan moaned softly, wrapped around his love. "That
was so good."
Qui-Gon nuzzled the soft neck. "Mmm. As hot as the first time"
he rasped, voice thick, regal features soft.
They lay quietly as their bodies and minds calmed. Slow
stroking, wrapped around each other. Warm against the world...
or so they thought. Silent footsteps had entered their living
quarters.
At the onset of the Jedi tryst, certain Councilmembers felt a
surge in the force, a reconnection.
"How is this possible?" Garok demanded. "We blocked their
bond!"
Yoda appeared dismayed. "Too strong, apparently is. Steps must
be taken now. No choice."
Windu nodded, resigned. The decision was made, now. "Would that
it hadn't come to this, but they were warned."
"Strong are their feelings for one another" Nukk added. "But
clearly they must be separated now, permanently. Obi-Wans'
future is at stake. We cannot risk it."
"I witnessed the transgression once. I'll not do it again!!"
Garok insisted. "It disgusts me!"
Mace sighed, waved him off. "I will go. There is no use
delaying this. Perhaps it was a mistake to allow them to reside
in the same quarters. The temptation was too great."
Yoda reseated himself in the chamber. "Perhaps. Could have been
inevitable, in any case. Saw warning signs. Go then, Mace. We
will await."
Nodding slightly, Windu exited the Council room.
Normally Jedi did not lock their doors, such was the level of
trust among them. It was considered a breach of etiquette to
intrude unless invited. Windu entered the area of the complex
where Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon lived. Lost in thought, he barely
acknowledged the deferential bows that greeted him.
These are extreme circumstances. They have overstepped their
bounds and must pay Mace attempted to convince himself, but
old feelings for Qui-Gon tempered his resolution.
A wave of emotion battered his shields, making him stagger.
Images flashed across his mind. Images of his once love with
his new love, twined in heat.
Damn this all!! unreasoning rage and jealously flamed
across his mind. He was not exempt from these things, despite
being a Master.
Must be calm. Duty first. Perhaps later I can throw
things.
The elegant Jedi walked inside uninvited, filled with
apprehension.
The two lovers were still entangled, bodies shining from loving
and heat. Qui-Gon smiled softly at Obi-Wan, pecking slow kisses
on his eyelids. Obi-Wan positively glowed, running sculpted
hands through the long sandy mane that trailed across them
both.
"So perfect" Qui-Gon whispered low. "I could stay like this
forever" quick cat licks in a curved ear.
"Can't...stay in this bed all day" Obi-Wan eyes were closed in
bliss.
Qui-Gon sucked on the pouty lips. "Says who" he rumbled low.
The deep eyes sparkled.
Soft chuckle in response. "On second thought..." emerald eyes
opened slowly...
...only to see dark brown ones approaching above them, full of
retribution and fire.
Cold shock went down his spine, erasing the aftermath fog of
loving.
"Oh, oh ghods..." Obi-Wan whispered in disbelief.
Qui-Gon jolted, spun around. Too late. "Mace!" he nearly
shouted, rolling off of Obi-Wan..
The deep hued Master stared at them both a long moment, a tower
of judgement.
"Yes. We meet under unfortuneate circumstances. You will get
dressed and accompany me. Immediately" the voice was ice.
Unconsciously, Obi-Wan reached for a sheet to cover himself.
Mortified, he looked down.
Amazingly, Qui-Gon was defiant. The long mane tumbled in a wild
frame around his head and back. "How do you come here! You were
uninvited-"
Met with equal thunder. "Silence. You are in transgression
against a padawan. Judgement will be passed by the Council. Now
get dressed."
Qui-Gon reached for Obi-Wan, who still wouldn't look up. "There
is nothing to be ashamed of, do you hear me!"
"Yes, Master" small voice.
"You have exercised poor judgement, Qui-Gon" Windu admonished
him. "The penalties are severe. We gave you the benefit of the
doubt and you cast it aside. Do you deny this?"
Fuming, Qui-Gon said nothing. He looked away.
"Get dressed, padawan" Mace instructed Obi-Wan. The young man
slid off the bed. Wrapping a sheet around himself, he all but
ran from the room.
Qui-Gon found his voice. "Why are you doing this! Are you mad."
"Why??" Mace strained to keep his own feelings out of the
equation. "You know the Code, yet you persisted! Are the tenets
by which you've lived your entire life to be tossed aside so
easily?"
Qui-Gon stood, ignoring his state of undress. 'That wasn't the
intent! Surely some allowance here could be made-"
Mace forced his eyes up. Qui-Gon was difficult enough
not to stare at fully dressed. Their history only aggravated
him Strong musk hit his face. He looked aside.
"We gave you a chance to redeem yourselves. But -"
"Redeem ourselves! Will you listen to yourself. You make this
sound like a primal sin!"
Dark eyes sparked. "This will not be tried here."
Obi-Wan returned, wearing traditional robes. Emerald eyes
darted quickly at Qui-Gon, then over to Mace.
"If you would, Qui-Gon" Windu indicated for him to get dressed.
His eyes slipped down, roaming briefly on the powerful
physique. Obi-Wan stared in dawning comprehension. Of
course, they were once...
Qui-Gon forged a small smile. //Haven't seen it in awhile, have
you? It's still good.//
Angry glare in response. //Devil! You won't taunt me here.//
Sexual tension hung in the air. "I'd best get dressed, then"
Qui-Gon glided out gracefully. Windu again strayed his eyes,
watching the muscled back and buttocks flex in retreat. The
wild tail of hair was everywhere.
Obi-Wan continued to stare at the Jedi Master with barely
concealed anger.
Windu sensed it. "You have something to say, padawan? Control
your anger."
"My anger is well under control" Obi-Wan retorted. "We are both
adults. You have no right to interfere here. We knew what we
were doing!"
"That is precisely the problem, padawan" Windu replied.
Fiery and hotheaded, like Qui-Gon. The influence is there,
but once separated, the boy can be retrieved...
"It isn't the problem!" Obi-Wan exploded. "Don't you know what
it means to love?"
Windu stood in front of him. "Mind your station, padawan. Have
a care. You know the tenets. I will not be overruled by wild
emotion here."
Obi-Wan took a daring chance. "I sense not, Master Windu. The
evidence of that was a moment ago, before my Master left."
Windu could almost smile. Perceptive brat. But his defiance
will be his downfall.
"Padawan, you will be silent. Speak again at your peril!"
Obi-Wan turned away, a living statue.
Qui-Gon returned, a taller version of statue, clad in dark
brown robes. The horsetail was neatly braided down his back.
"I am ready. Let this farce be done with, Windu."
Silently, the three men left for the Main Council Chambers.
It was all Obi-Wan could do to endure the stares as they walked
through the main corridor. Whenever he glanced back, eyes
immediately averted.
You'd think we had a disease. Does everyone know about
this?
The lethal silence followed them through the booming chambers.
Obi-Wan glanced at his love.
He always holds his head high, no matter what. I shall do
the same.
Defiantly they strode into the main arena. The entire Council
ringed the ampitheatre. Obi-Wan cringed slightly. /Damn. This
is bad./
Qui-Gon stood closer to him. //Remember we are in this
together.//
Obi-Wan glanced about. /They're all against us./
Mace took his place on the dias, seating himself.
Yoda stood forward, addressing the assembly. "Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan.
Punitive punishment is to be decided here for infraction of the
Code. Master Garok, present your case for all to hear."
/No, not that.../
//Obi-Wan. Attend!//
Garok took the floor. "Weeks ago, I was assigned the task of
observing remote locations on Coruscant for reclamation. During
my investigation I went to the lost garden. What I found there
were the two Jedi who stand before you now."
"Why were they there" Nukk asked.
Garok gave Qui-Gon a hard look. "For the purpose of engaging in
sexual activity. I retreated once I recognized them and
reported the infraction."
Qui-Gon resented the situation being presented in such clinical
terms. "I object-" he began.
"You will have ample opportunity for defense, Qui-Gon" Ooreth
interrupted. "If such there is. Meanwhile, be silent."
Fuming, he said nothing. Garok continued.
"My concern is for Obi-Wan. His knighthood trials are but two
years away. This must not be jeapordized for the sake of idle
pleasure, or lust by a Master."
"You don't know anything!" Obi-Wan exploded suddenly. "No one
took advantage of me-"
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon hissed.
"Stripling, be warned" Yoda reminded him. "You force a
rendering in judgement by your actions. Speak when spoken to,
not before."
In muted anger, Obi-Wan fell silent, green eyes flashing.
"I need not explain to the Council the ramifications of such an
incident" Garok's thin features darkened. "A dangerous
precedent would be set. Once an established pattern of behavior
is set, it is difficult to break."
Obi-Wan looked at Qui-Gon in disbelief. /They make us sound
like lab animals!/
Qui-Gon stared ahead. //Let them judge as they will. It matters
not.//
Garok reseated himself.
Boralis. "Qui-Gon. For the benefit of the Council who did not
attend the preliminary inquiry, please repeat your explanation
of your actions."
Qui-Gon pursed his lips. "I stated that I embraced Obi-Wan in
an attempt to comfort him and may have been overzealous in
doing so."
"And this 'comforting' led to sexual activity?!"
"I didn't say that" he responded tightly.
"Why were you in the lost garden?"
"I...it was a random occurance."
Obi-Wan stepped up. /Master, please. Don't do this, they will
only.../
Boralis' square jaw set. "You expect this council to believe
you just wandered around into the lost garden? I think not,
Qui-Gon! Wasn't it a planned tryst with your padawan? The
truth!"
Murmurs among Council members.
"Again you delay a response, Qui-Gon. Why? Or have you
forgotten your training!"
The legendary temper flared. "I forget nothing, Boralis! You
want the truth? You will have it then. I am guilty as charged-"
"No!" Obi-Wan shouted, grabbing his arm.
Qui-Gon stood, a statue. He continued. "Guilty of being in
love. Guilty of acting on it. And guilty of not living in
fear!" he thundered.
The Council exploded. Windu covered his eyes.
Aidbala. "You will explain this! This will not pass!"
"You are mad, man! You cannot engage so with a padawan! You
know the Code forbids it!" Ooni insisted.
"Do you think to flaunt this indiscretion and go unpunished,
Qui-Gon?" Yoda demanded. "In favor, once was. No more.
Separated you will be!"
Everything was blowing out of control. Obi-Wan couldn't take
anymore.
"You talk as if I'm not here!" Obi-Wan shouted. "We are both
adults, and capable of making our own decisions. I am as guilty
as Qui-Gon. It was mutual, no one took advantage of me. You
refuse to see that!"
Yodas' ears quivered. "Indeed. Share punishment you will!
"Obi-Wan" Windu asked him. "Is your knighthood of so little
importance to you now? Would you cast your life as a Jedi
aside?"
"Why should I be forced to make such a decision?" the handsome
Jedi insisted. "What calamity have we caused? I've said it
before, and I'll say it again: have any of you people ever
loved?!"
"You think to judge us, stripling?" Kaddon raised an eyebrow.
"Whether we know love is not the issue here. The issue is that
of indulgence by your Master. We would not see you dragged
down."
Obi-Wan fought for control. And something else. "The Council
thinks little of me, then. I'm not a fool, or a child being led
by the nose. I stand before you with the man I would spend my
life with. I offer no apologies for that."
//Stars, you do me proud// Qui-Gon smiled faintly at him.
"See the contamination!" Garok noted. "Qui-Gon's influence has
clearly corrupted this young man, clouding his mind."
Aidbala. "No one here thinks you a fool, Obi-Wan. But we
do have your best interests in mind. Your duties and
training are not to be influenced by such a relationship. As
stated, your knighthood trials are not far away."
Obi-Wan considered a moment. "Knighthood is important to me,
but it is not my only option in life. I ask the Council not to
force me to choose. Surely there must be a way-"
Boralis. "The way of the Jedi is the way you were raised. All
must not be cast aside for pleasure. You are still young,
Obi-Wan. Decisions made with the heart now may not last. Worse,
you may regret and resent your choice long after. Would you
wish such a future?"
In desperation, Obi-Wan looked at Qui-Gon again.
/Are they even listening to me at all?/
//No. I weary of this.//
"Qui-Gon. Have you a defense before judgement is rendered"
Yodas' voice was hard. The chamber grew deathly silent.
The tall Jedi considered. "Judgement appears to have been
decided upon. I can only say this: I've been a Jedi my entire
life. Always have I held the tenets in highest regard. This
didn't happen out of disobedience or disrespect, but out of
love. I have no defense. But I cannot turn aside my feelings
for Obi-Wan either. There seems to be no resolution here."
"You force our hand then. Immediately will Obi-Wan be assigned
a new Master. You will return to educational duties, until
another padawan is assigned."
"No way in Sith" Obi-Wan hissed under his breath.
"I find that unacceptable" Qui-Gon stood defiant.
"It's not your decision to make anymore!" Adtweer was angry.
She had often backed Qui-Gon in the past. "Judgement has been
rendered!"
The blue eyes were midnight, stormy. "But not accepted,
Adtweer. None dictate my heart, not even the Council. If I
could comply and be the perfect Jedi, I would do so. But I have
never been and never will be!"
The Masters conversed amongst themselves. Yoda banged his cane.
"Enough! You give me no choice, either of you. Banishment and
shunning are your fate. You will not be reasonable, nor will
I!"
"It is not about reason" Windu was resigned. "But there are no
options here."
"Do you agree to this, Obi-Wan, or will you come to your
senses?" Boralis demanded.
Obi-Wan looked about the Council chamber, noting the anxious
faces. He turned to the one he loved most. He took Qui-Gons'
hand.
"There is only one choice for me. Render your decision and be
done with it."
Aidbala looked pained. "Obi-Wan, no. You are destined to be a
great knight."
The young Jedi looked into Qui-Gons' eyes. "I am destined to be
my own man. The rest is what I make it. Nothing is lost here,
but everything is gained."
"Hopeless!" Garok stuttered in disbelief. "Be proud of your
handiwork, Qui-Gon!"
"I am" Qui-Gon all but ignored him.
"Face me, both of you" Yoda told them. They turned.
"Henceforth, you are shunned. Cast out. Your names, driven from
all record, all thought will be. No longer Jedi. Return your
lightsabers."
Wordlessly, they reached in the folds of their robes, placing
sabers on the dias floor.
"Begone. No more to be said." Yoda turned his back.
"One last thing will I say now" Qui-Gon boomed. The
Council started in surpise.
"I look at your attitudes, and wonder if this hasn't been for
the best. You are locked into stale dictates that make no
allowances for living beings with independent thought. Choke on
your rigid controls, and pray that it isn't the downfall of the
Jedi someday."
"OUT!!" Yoda shouted.
Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan along. "Gladly. The air is stale here."
They walked out on the stunned Council.
As they exited the Council area and walked about, Jedi
scattered at their approach. No one so much as glanced in their
direction.
Like we don't exist. Obi-Wan was dismayed.
Qui-Gon gripped his hand firmly. "We will get through this,
Obi-Wan. Come, we must make preparations to leave."
Once inside their quarters, they began packing.
"Where will we go? What will we do?" The young man sounded
pained.
"We will find our own way, beloved. Someplace where others
won't shame our love or debase it."
Obi-Wan looked about slowly. "This has been my whole life. All
I've ever been is a Jedi."
Qui-Gon put down his duffle bag, reached out and held him
close. "It will be hard to adjust, I don't deny it. If you have
any regrets, say so now. The Council-"
Obi-Wan pulled him into a kiss. /No regrets. I love you./
"Let's be off then. There is nothing for us here anymore..."
The bell rung. They looked at each other.
"Were you expecting anyone?" Obi-Wan looked surprised.
"No-" Qui-Gon went to the door.
Mace Windu stood in the hallway. "May I come in?"
Qui-Gons' eyes were hard. "More fire and thunder, Mace? Enough
already!"
The elegant Jedi shook his head. "I'm not here to fight. I just
wanted to wish both of you well. It is...regretful that such
extreme choices have been made."
"Should the tenets not change, count on this happening in the
future as well" Qui-Gon snapped. "It's all unecessary. We will
leave as soon as possible-"
"Qui-Gon" Mace pleaded. He placed a hand on the broad shoulder.
//Please. Reconsider.//
"If you require privacy" Obi-Wan nodded. "I will leave."
"Obi-Wan I regret this for you as well" Mace told him. "You are
a fine young man. I've never had anything but the utmost
respect for you. Never doubt your talent in the force."
Obi-Wan was stunned. "Thank-thank you" he stammered.
"And I owe you this much as well. The truth is, I was jealous
as you so accurately pointed out . But I wish you well" the
eyes roamed to Qui-Gon. "Both of you. You are most fortuneate."
"Thank you, Menre" Qui-Gon said softly.
Menre? Obi-Wan wondered.
Smiling faintly, Mace touched Qui-Gon on the forehead. //Would
that it were me you were running off with. You always were a
hopeless romantic.//
Qui-Gon returned the slight smile. //Who's hopeless now? Still
chasing, after all this time.//
Obi-Wan watched the exchange intently. It's their final
farewell. I can understand this, though I will be glad to close
this chapter.
Windu approached him. "Force be strong with you Obi-Wan. In
truth, it already is" he hugged him briefly. "Take care of him,
will you?"
More stunned than the first time, Obi-Wan could but nod.
With one last glance at Qui-Gon, he left.
Obi-Wan took a moment to speak. "Are you ready to go?"
Qui-Gon stared at the door a moment. "Yes. More than I can
say."
Inexplicable nervousness struck the young man. "What do you
mean by that?!"
Qui-Gon turned to him suddenly, grabbing his arms. "No,
Obi-Wan. You are my beloved with whom I would spend my life
with. Never doubt that!"
He looked away. "It's just that...I saw so much regret in your
eyes just now."
"For many things. Who lives who never doubts? But my choice is
the right one. The only one for me. Do you understand that?"
Smiling, emerald eyes were bright with emotion. "Yes."
Qui-Gon kissed the pouty lips. "Then let's blow this burg."
The following month they had set up an apartment on the planet
Uerruk, a primarily agricultural society. Both former Jedi
welcomed the change of pace from high tech worlds. Qui-Gon
found employment as a social counselor. Obi-Wan privately
tutored children in mathmatics.
They cuddled on a large cot in their enclosed garden, enjoying
the sunshine filtering through tinted glass panes and overgrown
plants.
"The Brii trees are getting too tall, my love" Obi-Wan looked
up. "I don't know if they can be trimmed again before they
crash through the ceiling or topple over."
Qui-Gon squinted as well. "Let's hope not. I'd hate to be found
with a tree on my stomach. Considering everything we've been
through, how ridiculous would it be!"
Obi-Wan touched the arched cheekbones. Something had nagged at
him for weeks, but he wasn't sure how to broach the subject.
//What are you thinking// blue eyes were gentle.
"I...wanted to know something. What does 'Menre' mean? You
don't have to tell me if you don't want to" he quickly added.
Qui-Gon kissed the smooth throat. "It is your right to know. It
is an ancient term of endearment on Windus' world. It means
'once love.'"
Obi-Wan sat up at that, sun and shadow sculpting his shapely
chest.
"Once love??" he stammered in disbelief. "You mean you
no longer??"
Qui-Gon smiled. "A long time ago, beloved. We were younger even
than you. For a while it lasted, but as we went through
adulthood, the relationship lost strength on that level. But we
always remained friends."
Obi-Wan persisted. "But he still wanted more. I could feel his
desire for you that day he dragged us to the Council."
"What matter? Where do you see me now?" Qui-Gons' eyes
twinkled. "Of course, if you don't want me, I guess I could
settle for his bed..." he moved as if to leave.
Obi-Wan pinned him, laughing. "Don't you dare! You're all mine,
Qui-Gon. Mace will just have to dream of the past. He'll get
nothing else."
"True" Qui-Gon smirked. "And past shadows have no substance
now. So come here, already!" he reached out.
Obi-Wan still wasn't finished talking. "But I wanted to
ask you something else. What about-"
Lunging forward, Qui-Gon suckled hard on a lush nipple.
A broad hand reached under the covers, massaging silky balls,
pinching them. A wide thumb rubbed on the tip of a throbbing
shaft.
"Would...OOH!...can't....ugggh...ghods!"
A hot mouth sucked on the hollow under the adams' apple,
teasing it with tongue. Obi-Wan clenched and bucked. Hard nips
on the now swollen nipples. Tongue lapping at the navel, poking
it out.
"I WANTED TO ASK YOU ABOUT!" Obi-Wan attempted, his body
tightening in pleasure. Back arched, eyes closed. Fists tangled
in long hair.
//Too damn loud. For all the wrong reasons// Qui-Gon deep
throated him, thrusting fingers inside in rhythm.
Obi-Wan groaned, rocking and bouncing on the cot as Qui-Gon
slapped the golden thighs. He cried out.
"QUI-GONNNNNN!!!" a thick stream fired into a waiting mouth,
filling it. Qui-Gon gulped greedily.
Twitching and spasming as his orgasm subsided, Obi-Wan looked
about in a daze, eyes unfocused.
Qui-Gon kissed the tip of his cock, bouncing the shaft against
his face playfully. "Now what was your question?" the deep
voice rumbled.
Obi-Wan sighed in blissful satisfaction. "Who cares!!"
Laughing, Qui-Gon pulled the sheets around them both.
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