Warning: the following story contains male/male contents.
Please stop reading IF you are below the legal age (that is, 18
years old). IF you are above 18, you can read on. Furthermore,
if you are easily offended by male/male relationships, STOP
reading NOW.
Disclaimer: Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi belong to the
mighty LucasWorld. This story is ONLY a PRODUCT of my
imagination. It is not used for profit, only the satisfaction
of my readers.
Fandom: Star Wars: The Phantom Menace
Archive: MA archive, personal homepage
Author: Ki.
Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi (QG/OB)
Rating: PGish, with NC-17 leanings ...(mild violence,
language).
[definitely AU]
Summary: Okay, this is a 'what-if' short story. In "The Mind of
The Jedi", Obi-Wan was slashed (pun not intended!) by Qui-Gon
in wolf-form and logic says that when a person is injured by a
werewolf, he becomes one right?! Well, silly me! I didn't think
about that ...until I saw the email from Lady Serez about
Obi-Wan turning into a wolfy because he got injured by one
...Then it hit me! Oops! Well, this is a short fic about
Obi-Wan turning into a wolf ...and Qui-Gon's horror. Oh Sith!
We have two now!
Acknowledgements: to the lycanthropy fans out there in the MA
list and to Lady Serez, thank you thank you thank you!
Warning: it is an extremely silly story ...
Feedback: yes! yes! yes!
Obi-Wan's cheek hurt like the eighteenth level of the Sith
hell. He winced as he removed the bandages slowly. The slash
wounds had healed but they were still tender to the touch. With
a wry half-smile, he dropped the linen strips onto the floor
and looked into the mirror intently.
Well, the scars looked pretty okay to him. Red, slightly raw.
But he would survive.
He trembled. Survive. He had to survive. In this humid cave,
dammit. There was a strong urge in him to seek out a refuge and
crawl into it ...
Wait just a minute ...
The feelings rising in him felt ...primal. Very alien.
Obi-Wan shook himself.
"Obi-Wan?"
He whirled about and Qui-Gon lifted an eyebrow at him.
Something else flashed in the intense blue eyes of his Master.
Surprise, shock ...and anxiety. Obi-Wan shuddered again. He
wasn't feeling himself. In fact, he felt distinctly
uncomfortable, as if something was trying to get out of his
body. There seemed to be an army of rakkin ants marching under
his skin. It was not the Force. It was something else ...
Qui-Gon observed his apprentice closely. The young man was
acting ...unusually defensive. Nervous. Like a cornered animal
...
By the Force!
"Obi-Wan, we need to meditate now." The Jedi Master said
firmly, even though he experienced a sudden attack of nausea in
his stomach. Obi-Wan was behaving exactly like him ...when he
was first infected by the lycanthropy. Oh Force, was the damned
lycanthropy contagious by touch?! "Now, Obi-Wan."
Obi-Wan snarled.
It wasn't a nice sound. Not friendly. Qui-Gon could see the
shudders coursing through the lean body of the youth, violent
violent tremors ...
"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon could feel the beast within him responding
rather powerfully. He felt his hands clench. "Obi-Wan, you have
to control it ..."
"Control ...it?" The words were spoken through clenched teeth.
"You have to."
The blue eyes gazing back at him were especially bright.
Shining like the glowing eyes of a hunting predator. It was
like seeing himself reflected in those luminous orbs. The
grave, always solemn expression of Obi-Wan had become deadly.
Cold.
Qui-Gon's injured hand throbbed. Obi-Wan swung his cool gaze to
the bandaged hand and suddenly smiled.
It wasn't a pleasant smile either. With sure confident steps,
Obi-Wan strode up to Qui-Gon. Then with a decidedly feral grin,
he pressed his right hand onto his Master's chest.
"I can feel your heart beating fast, Master ..."
Shit.
"Obi-Wan, control yourself NOW." It was a tone that usually
worked effectively on him, the tone that sent Padawans
scuttling to do a Master's bidding.
The blue eyes narrowed. "Control myself?" The expression on
Obi-Wan's face was totally predatory. Qui-Gon suddenly missed
the Obi-Wan with a serious face that lit up with one of those
rare smiles. He also missed the lad whose kiss turned him to
wild fire, whose touch was reassuring.
"You have the lycanthropy too, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon said steadily,
calmly. "Like me."
For a second, Obi-Wan looked uncertain. A young man lost,
vulnerable and scared. Then, the cold look returned.
"Have anyone told you that you look delicious, Master?"
Feral. Bright eyes. Perspiration coated Obi-Wan's face. He was
...panting.
"Don't give in to it!" Qui-Gon said quietly. He knew how
terrible it was. The consequences. The devastating Urges that
came with it. By the Force, he had managed to clamp it with an
iron grip but still it howled deep within him, like a demon
chained to the abyss. He felt guilty now. Remorse filled his
soul. He did this to Obi-Wan.
He backed away from his ...apprentice. ((Obi-Wan?))
What greeted him was the maelstrom of emotions. An avalanche
roared into him and Qui-Gon cursed inwardly, snapping his
shields back up again. But the transmitted emotions lingered
deep: frustration and lust. A red-hot burning Need that
resonated within the Jedi Master's system.
He knew that Obi-Wan's training wasn't complete. His control of
his mind-shield was unstable. Sure, he was an apt pupil, a
quick learner. But he hadn't mastered controlling his emotions.
Now ---
What would the Jedi High Council say? Now they had two
...two running around. Whatever happened to Jedi
serenity? The lycanthropy pulsating within him was an
antithesis to Jedi beliefs. It was not peaceful. It was not
serene. Dammit, it was not honourable. It was not Dark but it
was something else ...
He cursed the Lupen.
The hand on his chest tightened and drew blood.
What a pair they drew: a Master and his apprentice stricken
with a Sith of a malady ...
Qui-Gon looked down to see Obi-Wan trembling harder. There were
tears flowing down the beautiful face now. Knowing Obi-Wan,
these were probably tears of frustration. "Master ....what is
happening to me?"
"You are inflicted with the lycanthropy, the same kind I've
been controlling. It seems that the lycanthropy is
transmittable by touch. I clawed you a few nights ago, didn't
I?"
"Oh joy ..." There was a trace of the old Obi-Wan Qui-Gon knew.
Glum. Slightly irritable. But Obi-Wan all the same.
"I am sorry," Qui-Gon gathered the youth into his arms.
"Really?" The voice had turned coy. Qui-Gon released Obi-Wan as
if he had been burned. "Really?" The bright blue eyes bore an
unholy light now.
Qui-Gon swallowed. The creature before him was lithe, feral and
unbelievably sensual.
Settle, Master Jinn, settle.
There was a low purring emanating from Obi-Wan!
Purring?
"Are you really sure that you are sorry? You can prove it to me
..."
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon lifted a hand to ward him off. "Please!"
Even as he spoke, he watched in horror as Obi-Wan's human form
disappeared and was replaced by an animal similar to Qui-Gon's
snow-wolf shape. This one had sandy-brown fur, decidedly
sleeker and probably much faster.
A braid dangled next to the creature's throat, hanging off the
right ear.
Oh good Gods ...
The creature --- Obi-Wan --- padded towards Qui-Gon with a
barely-audible growl. The eyes were wild, angry ...
The next thing the Jedi knew was that he was hurled onto his
back. There was a brief burst of pain ... and he was literally
fighting for his life. For the brown snow-wolf was standing on
his prone body, his fangs shining in the light of the cavern.
Claws dug into his skin. The smell ...gods, the smell of the
fur ...
Qui-Gon did the only thing he could. He flung the animal off
with the Force and cushioned the fall quickly as Obi-Wan
crashed back onto the ground with a loud whimper. The
adrenaline pumping in Qui-Gon's body made him shake; the Urge
was strong enough to convince him to change shape and fight off
this new intruder. Pull him down, by the Gods, and make him
submit ...
He controlled that Need grimly.
The brown snow-wolf crawled back to his feet and snarled. It
was a parody of Obi-Wan's snarl when he was practising with his
lightsaber.
((Obi-Wan, you must listen to me ... Control it now!))
A quizzical look on the canine face. It looked comical but
Qui-Gon felt no desire to laugh.
((Don't let it control you ...))
This time, Obi-Wan was wavering on his feet.
A whimper, almost like that of a human's ...and Obi-Wan was
back, shivering. Qui-Gon immediately went over and gathered him
into his arms. A fit of coughing made Obi-Wan look more
vulnerable ...
"We have to meditate now, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon whispered to him
soflty. "Its the only way we can do now."
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