Disclaimer: Not mine, I make no money, don't sue, I have no
money. <g>
Note: This little smutlet is all the fault of the people in
IRC, especially Lilith, who was bored and who I offered to
write a little ficlet for so that she could be entertained.
They provided the very basic scenario and I provided the smut,
so thanks go to Lilith( who also gave me the title), James (who
threw in a few comments that I adapted into the story
<g>), Shadow, Nati, Wolfling, Lori and several others for
encouraging me. This is a slight adaptation to the original,
which I wrote on IRC.
"Are you serious?" Qui-Gon looked at his captors in disbelief.
The two creatures of a species he didn't recognize, both
wearing heavy respirator masks, seemed to stare back.
"Of course we are! Now, you will show us your mating techniques
so that we may observe them." The flat, computerized voice held
no emotion and the two creatures sat back and waited.
Qui-Gon exchanged an incredulous glance with his Padawan, who
was standing next to him looking utterly lost and extremely
embarrassed.
"I...I'm sure that your files on the breeding habits of
different creatures are very important but, you see..." Qui-Gon
gestured helplessly, "We're both male."
"Do not toy with us, human!" The alien leaned forward on two of
its appendages. "We know that the little one is a female!"
A muffled, indignant sound came from Qui-Gon's left and he had
to stifle his own disbelieving amusement. He coughed instead,
pretending to clear his throat. "I assure you, he is most
definitely a -he-."
The two creatures conversed briefly in high-pitched chitters
before turning back to Qui-Gon. "If you cannot mate then you
are useless to us. We shall get rid of the smaller one and find
a suitable mate for you."
"Wait!" Obi-Wan cried out abruptly, giving his master a
panicked look. "Uh, I...uh..." He gave Qui-Gon a hard stare.
"Master," he hissed between his teeth. "A little help would be
nice here."
Qui-Gon jumped a bit, starting. "Of...of course." He turned and
bowed to the aliens. "You are right, I shall not lie to you. We
will...mate for you, if it is necessary."
Another stare from Obi-Wan. "That wasn't quite the help I had
in mind."
"Have you got a better idea?" Qui-Gon hissed, "We're in a
Force- shielded area with no weapons. Would you like to reason
with them?" he asked pointedly.
Obi-Wan glanced at their hosts, both creatures standing nearly
half again his own height with several long, insectoid limbs
each ending in a larger pincer. He sighed. "No."
"Enough talking! Begin!"
They both jumped, cast wary glances at their very interested
audience before visibly steeling themselves. A few awkward
starts, each flinching back briefly before Qui-Gon finally
leaned down and pressed a reluctant kiss on Obi-Wan's closed
lips.
It was terrible, Obi-Wan stood stiffly away from him, lips
tightly together and Qui-Gon briefly wondered how they were
going to go through with this. Even as he thought it, Obi-Wan
softened a bit, his lips parting and Qui-Gon deepened the kiss
tentatively.
Soft heat, the shy flick of Obi-Wan's tongue against his and he
unconsciously tightened his embrace, kissing the younger man
almost eagerly now. When had his apprentice become so
attractive? It seemed that it must have happened overnight, the
child he knew being replaced by the warm, lithe figure that was
now in his arms, pulling back and sucking gently on Qui-Gon's
lower lip.
"Could you turn some to your left? We can't see you from this
angle."
Qui-Gon froze, pulling slowly away from Obi-Wan, who had turned
twenty shades of crimson and had abruptly seemed to decided
that the floor had the most interesting design that he had ever
seen.
A deep sigh and Qui-Gon rubbed his temples before casting
another glare at their captors. How did they manage to get into
these situations, he wondered briefly.
"We are not going to be able to do this if you continually
interrupt us," he said sharply. "It is very distracting!"
A few low, monotone murmurs before the spokescreature finally
said. "Agreed. Proceed."
Sliding a hand under Obi-Wan's chin, Qui-Gon tilted his head
back up. Obi-Wan gave him a pained look and closed his eyes,
waiting and then blinked when instead Qui-Gon pressed
feather-light kisses over his face, trailing over to Obi-Wan's
ear to whisper. "It's all right, Padawan. Just relax."
He gently traced the curve of Obi-Wan's ear with the tip of his
tongue, before dipping inside. "I won't hurt you," he breathed
against the dampened skin and Obi-Wan shivered helplessly.
"I...I never thought that you would," Obi-Wan stammered, his
hands fluttering nervously up to catch at Qui-Gon's shoulder as
he nibbled his way down the line of Obi-Wan's throat. "I
just...I never..."
"Shhh," Qui-Gon murmured, silencing him with his lips, harder
this time, insisting and Obi-Wan opened to him, allowed the
heated press of Qui-Gon's tongue to stroke his own.
Obi-Wan was barely aware of being lowered to the plush cushions
that covered the floor of their prison, only noticing when he
felt their softness against his back. Qui-Gon covered Obi-Wan's
body with his own, a living blanket of warm flesh and Obi-Wan
moaned helplessly against his lips.
This...this was not right, this was his -master- but it was so
difficult to think with those soft lips pressed against his
own.
Obi-Wan felt a hand slide between them, separating them
slightly but his protests died away unspoken when he felt
nimble fingers loosening his tunics. The folds of cloth parted
quickly under them and a warm hand glided in, stroking against
the bare skin of his chest.
The expanse of smooth skin beneath his palm was far too
enticing and Qui-Gon abandoned Obi-Wan's lips to press his face
against it, inhaling the scent of warm flesh. Obi-Wan gasped,
his hands squeezing Qui-Gon's shoulders as he slid further
down, nuzzling the fine, soft curls at Obi-Wan's belly.
He lifted a hand to cup Obi-Wan's erection through the thin
fabric of his trousers and was rewarded with a startled cry. A
brief struggle and Qui-Gon managed to unfasten them, carefully
lifting out the swollen length of Obi-Wan's cock.
Closing his hand over it, he squeezed gently. The hands on his
shoulders slid down to clench into the cushions beneath as
Qui-Gon slid lower still, gazing at what his hands had
revealed. Crimson, silky smooth skin over the hardened shaft, a
bead of clear fluid leaking from the tip and Qui-Gon was
overwhelmed by the urge to lick that soft fluid away.
He lowered his head, intent on doing just that when from behind
them came, "Um, excuse me? Is that a normal reaction? It isn't
in our notes..."
Qui-Gon counted to ten in three languages before he gritted
out. "Yes! It is very normal. Now, if you don't mind?"
"Of course, of course. Proceed."
Obi-Wan's erection had wilted considerably during the brief
conversation and Qui-Gon lowered his head as he had previously
planned, running his tongue along the underside of the
softening shaft. It stiffened quickly at the touch, again
rising up to bump Qui-Gon's chin and the Jedi master suppressed
a smirk before closing his mouth over the tip.
Obi-Wan moaned loudly, his hips arching upward and Qui-Gon
captured them, pressed them back down against the cushions. He
slid down further, taking Obi-Wan's cock deeply into his mouth.
Moans turned to a near shout as Qui-Gon sucked hard, running
his tongue along the sensitive underside.
Reaching down, Qui-Gon cupped the soft heaviness between
Obi-Wan's legs, stroking his thumb over the velvety skin as he
pulled back, sucking hard as he slowly released Obi-Wan's cock
from his mouth. He surged back down quickly, dragging a
strangled cry from the younger man.
Setting up a careful rhythm of hard pressure and gentle licks,
Qui-Gon teased his Padawan until Obi-Wan was squirming beneath
him and pleading in soft, broken whispers for more, for
anything.
Finally, Qui-Gon took the hardened shaft deeply into his mouth,
sucking hard as he gently rolled the soft sac in his palm and
Obi-Wan nearly screamed, arching up helpless as he came. Hard
tremors racked his body and Qui-Gon held his hips still, felt
irregular pulses go through Obi- Wan's cock as he spilled his
seed over the stroking pad of Qui-Gon's tongue.
Qui-Gon gently released the softening shaft from his lips, one
hand slipping upwards to stroke Obi-Wan's belly soothingly,
calming the younger man's wild tremblings. Pressing a last,
gentle kiss to the soft head, he carefully tucked the softened
cock back into Obi-Wan's trousers and fastened them.
Leaning up on his elbows, Obi-Wan looked down at his master
silently. Neither spoke, only the soft touch of deep blue eyes
on gray, the blue reflecting gentle concern. Then Obi-Wan
leaned forward and captured Qui-Gon's face in his hands,
kissing him tenderly, lightly running the tip of his tongue
over Qui-Gon's lips and tasting the faint bitterness of his own
pleasure.
They both jumped when a voice boomed from behind them. "Thank
you. That was most informative. Was that typical of mating for
your species?"
Qui-Gon blinked, hesitating and grunted when he received a
sharp elbow to the ribs from Obi-Wan. "Uh, yes. Yes, that was
very typical. That is how our species mates."
Years of Jedi training held back the laughter that was trying
to fight its way out and he nearly lost control anyway when he
glanced at Obi- Wan and saw the owlish look of wide-eyed
innocence on his face. Not so innocent any longer, he thought
with a private smirk.
"Yes, most informative." One long...claw was punching buttons
on some kind of datapad and the Jedi watched warily as their
captors recorded whatever information it was that they wanted.
The spokescreature finished with something resembling a
satisfied sigh.
"Now then, we shall be releasing you back into your general
populace, after we tag you. We like to keep track of our
specimens for one standard year after the tests."
Biting his tongue, Qui-Gon held back sharp words that would
have said exactly how he felt about being tagged as a test
subject, felt Obi- Wan's indignation as his Padawan apparently
held back similar words.
Almost over, he told himself. Just a little longer and this
whole mess would be over and then they could forget about it.
He cast another sidelong look at his Padawan; the younger man's
skin still faintly flushed and damp with perspiration. Well,
perhaps he wouldn't forget everything...
The second creature approached the first and another session of
high pitched chattering sounds ensued before the first one
turned back to the Jedi. "There is, apparently, one last thing
before we release you."
Both humans sighed. "Yes, what is it?" Qui-Gon asked wearily at
the same moment his padawan muttered, "I have a bad feeling
about this..."
"Our research has shown us that there is another form of
mating. Penetration?" Apparently, the breather mask he wore did
not allow the creature to see the dawning horror on the Jedi's
faces. "You will demonstrate this before you depart. Proceed."
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