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Category: A very neatly disguised PWP. With mild humor.
Spoilers: nope
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Obi-Wan's and Qui-Gon's love life needs a little
spicing-up. Yoda and Bant help.
Disclaimer: The guys are Georgie Boy's. Meesa ownin' nothing.
Mistakes- mine they are not. /waves hand/ You've seen nothing.
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"You wished for me, Master Yoda?"
"Yes, yes, my girl. Come on in. Take a seat, you should."
Bant eyed Master Yoda with growing curiousity. What in the
name of the Force made the ancient Jedi master wanting to see
her?
"Talked to Padawan Kenobi lately, you have?"
Ah, that's what he's up to! Well, here we go again. Venerable
Jedi Master of the Temple gossip. Yoda knew about the
friendship Bant shared with Obi-Wan, -well, he knew almost
about every relationship within the Temple, being the little
inquisitive troll he is- and since his former Padawan, Master
Qui-Gon was also involved in a...ah...*friendship with Kenobi,
Yoda thought it would be of huge importance to stick his nose
in almost everything Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were doing. And
who could be his most reliable source for this? Poor Bant of
course. But hey, isn't the work of a spy just...fun?
"Ah, not much. Only at the meals. But I noticed him being a bit
grumpy and moody these days."
"Noticed it also, I did. Having troubles with his Master, maybe
he has, hmmm?"
"Well..."
"I know, right I am. Too much work, they had in the last weeks.
Too many missions. Tired, they are. Upset, they are. Weariness,
no good for love!"
"So, what do you suggest, Master?" Bant asked, wondering
silently what idea would be circling in the mind of the
mischievous master again.
"Find a cure for this, we must. Help me, you will." Yoda poked
at Bant with his stick. "Come here, and listen."
Bant kneeled and Yoda leaned close to whisper in her ear...
"Mmmmm! This meal is absolutely delicious!"
"Ah, is it?"
"You should try it. You haven't even touched your food. Is
starving a new hobby for you to persuade?"
"Knock it off, Bant. I'm not hungry."
"Eat."
"You won't tell me what to do."
"Eat, or I shall hurt you."
"Well then, Lady Headstrong. Only for your happiness."
Obi-Wan frowned as he pinned a slice of meat on his fork and
tentatively began to chew on it. He was moody all day, and now
he even had to endure Bant urging him eating his lunch. He was
not in the mood to eat. To be honest, he wasn't in the mood of
doing anything.
Things weren't going well with his master. The missions of the
last weeks have exhausted them both, they were impatient with
each other, arguments were regular, and most of the time they
ended with both of them slamming their doors behind themselves.
And usually went to bed without any kind of tenderness or sweet
loving. Obi-Wan drew out a long sight on that thought.
"Don't forget to swallow, Kenobi. I don't want to perform my
healing abilities on you." Bant snapped him out of his
thoughts. "And don't forget to eat up everything." she added.
Why does she insist on eating everything all the time?
Normally she doesn't care about how much I eat. Obi-Wan
thought suspiciously.
Then... an odd feeling overcame him.
And all of a sudden Obi-Wan had to realize that one after the
another all the food disapperared from his plate, as he put the
slices in his mouth with growing interest. And it was
delicious! But tasted somehow...strange.
"Mmmm, this food is indeed great. I wonder why they don't serve
it more often." he murmured as he began to clear off
everything.
If he'd payed more attention to Bant, he'd have seen a Sithly
grin spreading across his friend's face.
At the masters' table, Qui-Gon Jinn was having a hard time as
well.
Yoda had just shoved the third plate of various meals in front
of his former padawan and watched over him like he was still a
young boy who needed being kept a check on.
"Eat, you should, Padawan. Grow big, you won't otherwise."
Qui-Gon didn't even tried to hide his look of concern about
his master being totally out of his mind. The little troll
started to more and more annoy the hell out of him.
If the troubles between his apprentice and him hadn't been
enough. The thought of Obi-Wan made Qui-Gon squirm. He felt
ashamed of being impatient and unkind with his padawan lately.
Yes, they were both edgy from the latest missions, but they
really shouldn't fight. Obi-Wan doesn't deserve being treated
this way.
The Jedi master sighed and turned his attention back to the
plate in front of him.
"Of course, Master. But I can take care of my meals myself,
thank you."
"Humbug, this is. Keep an eye on you, I will. Now eat."
Qui-Gon rolled his eyes, but decided that he'd better not
argue with Yoda. So he dipped his fork in the food with a sigh,
and began to eat. After a while, he had to admit that he never
tasted anything so good in his whole life. He tried another
slice of meat. Then another.
Then suddenly an odd feeling started to spread across him.
Yoda stamped with his stick in awe.
"Mission completed, Master."
"Poured the whole bag into his food, you did?"
"Till the last drop, Master."
"Perfect, my girl, perfect this is."
Bant bowed at Yoda, before handing him a small, spicy smelling
bag. Yoda held up the bag and sniffed at it. Smiling softly, he
waved it in front of Bant's nose.
"Heera'ba spices, hmmm? Work miracles, they do. Forget about
arguments and tiredness, in no time they will!" the Jedi master
said, snickering.
Bant smiled broadly as well. She couldn't wait to ask Obi-Wan
out on the effects the next morning.
But for today, their job is finished.
Bant bowed one last time before Yoda, and they both turned on
their heels, heading for their quarters, still smiling
wickedly.
Obi-Wan slammed the door behind himself, and leaned his back
against the wood, closing his eyes.
The whole day was horrible.
He couldn't concentrate, couldn't complete his tasks, couldn't
study. Everywhere he went, he saw his master's face. And not
only his face. He had visions about Qui-Gon's beautiful body,
pressing up against him, taking him, making him his own; his
hands, grabbing his hips, stroking his erection; his...
He needed him. He craved him. Forget about misunderstandings.
Forget about arguments. Forget about everything.
Damn Bant, something must have been in that food.
"Padawan."
Obi-Wan's eyes flew open at the husky tone of his master's
voice. He glanced around, blinking in the dim light, and
finally noticed Qui-Gon sitting in a chair in the dark. Sitting
in a chair, completely naked.
Obi-Wan didn't waste more time on thinking, he literally flew
into Qui-Gon's arms, nearly knocking the chair off.
"Yes, Master..." he breathed into Qui-Gon's ear before
ravishing his mouth, devouring it with a deep kiss.
No more words were spoken as their longing overcame them. They
both were in ecstasy, fusing their mouths and bodies together.
Qui-Gon's hands began to peel off the clothing of his padawan,
not caring whether they came off unharmed or not.
Obi-Wan was barely aware of himself. He didn't care for his
torn tunics, his kicked off boots, the one aim he had was to
press his naked burning body against that of his master.
Qui-Gon's stong hands stroked the thighs of his padawan, as
Obi-Wan settled himself into his lap. Obi-Wan slowly begun
rocking against Qui-Gon, arching his back with every thrust.
The faint light of the moon outside painted mysterious shadows
on his body and turned it into a statue of silvery marble.
A precious piece of marble Qui-Gon thought as he leaned
back to admire his padawan's slender body writhing in his lap.
His cock was now fully aware, as Obi-Wan rubbed his silky
hardness against it. Qui-Gon let out a soft moan as the
sensations owewhelmed him, and grabbed Obi-Wan's hips tightly.
"Wait." he whispered in his padawan's ear, rising from the
chair, lifting Obi-Wan. He quickly traded their places and
seated Obi-Wan down in the chair, at the same time kneeling
down before him. He nuzzled Obi-Wan's thighs with his nose,
then slowly spread his legs apart.
Obi-Wan sat back in the chair, panting. Qui-Gon held his
thighs apart with strong hands, callused fingers caressing the
inside of them. Obi-Wan was trembling. Shaking with need. And
fully exposed to his master. Qui-Gon looked up at him, straight
into his eyes: dark night blue meeting shining turquoise.
"I want to taste you, beloved. It's been so long since you gave
yourself to me so completely. I need you."
"Oh, yes...please..." Obi-Wan threw his head back in pleasure.
He squeezed his eyes shut as the hot tongue of his master
flicked across the sensitive skin of his cock, bathing the
aroused flesh, his nose inhaling his padawan's scent
intoxicated. Then he cried out sharply as Qui-Gon took his
whole length in his mouth, swallowing it to the root. His
hands, wich had been grabbing the arms of the chair till now,
went up to tangle in his master's hair, fingernails digging
into Qui-Gon's scalp almost painfully.
Qui-Gon lifted Obi-Wan's buttocks to gain better access to
Obi-Wan's weeping cock. His skilled mouth was now moving up and
down the member of his padawan, licking, nibbling, biting the
tip softly, swirling his tongue around it, applying light
pressure to the underside over and over again. Obi-Wan flung
his legs over Qui-Gon's shoulders, sliding forward in the
chair. He soon felt his orgasm building up in his body.
Pleasure flooded him in hot waves. He was making little
inarticulate sounds and moans, and he didn't care. He winded a
handful of Qui-Gon's hair around his wrist, pulling his head
even closer and arching up into his mouth. The strange feeling
he had when he was eating his meal, came up again, only more
definitely, and this time it wasn't just an unknown feeling. It
was pure pleasure, white-hot sensuality. And as his master's
hands fondled his balls, he gave himself away to it, screaming,
bucking into Qui-Gon's mouth, flooding it with his seed. He
watched through heavy eyes as Qui-Gon swallowed, then slowly
released his cock, cleaning it with his soft tongue.
Qui-Gon rested his head against Obi-Wan's legs, panting, happy
about his beloved's release as Obi-Wan's fingers stroked his
hair. They stayed like this for a minute, then Obi-Wan stood
up, looking down on Qui-Gon's still aroused body.
"Qui-Gon. Love. I want you to feel the same pleasure I just
did. I want to see you come, I want to hear you cry my name.
Take me, my master. Now."
Force, he was so willing, so seductive. Standing above him,
blue eyes shimmering in the moonlight, muscles moving softly
under his skin. He was the sensuality itself closed in a
beautiful body. Qui-Gon swallowed hard, and tasted the spicy
flavour of his lunch in his throat. Somehow it made his head
dizzy, and his blood rush. But he didn't bothered to think
about it. The only thing he wanted to think about now, was his
lover.
"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon whispered as he stood, only to be pushed
down into the chair by his padawan. Obi-Wan knelt down before
him, and took his swollen penis into his mouth, moistening it
with his saliva. Then he climbed into Qui-Gon's lap, not
descending onto it yet. He held himself in place with the Force
and with his hands, as Qui-Gon licked his fingers, wetting
them, then pushing one finger into Obi-Wan's body. Another
finger followed shortly, preparing Obi-Wan's entrance.
"Now." Obi-Wan hissed, unable to wait any longer. "Please."
Qui-Gon withdraw his fingers and Obi-Wan lowered himself on
his erection, enveloping it with his tightness. Yes, it's been
long. Obi-Wan felt the pressure, felt his inner muscles
stretch, but the short pain was quickly followed by the
pleasure of his master's heat within him. He braced himself on
Qui-Gon's shoulders, and began to move. Slowly. Then speeding
up. Thrusting. Lifting his ass until Qui-Gon's cock nearly slid
out of him, then slamming back on it again. His movements
became frantical, wich caused the chair to rock back and forth
with dangerous instability.
Qui-Gon was now moaning constantly, fingers closed around his
padawan's hips in a deathly grip, mouth sucking on Obi-Wan's
lips. There will be bruises in the morning.
//I don't care. I want them. They show that I'm yours.//
//My Obi-Wan...I love you.//
One hand reached out to stroke Obi-Wan's erection, the other
still holding to his hips.
//Master...//
"...yes!" Obi-Wan cried into Qui-Gon's mouth as he came for the
second time, convulsing, spilling his seed over Qui-Gon's hand,
and milking him with his inner walls as his lover orgasmed into
him, thrusting up his hips, caressing his prostate with his
cock for a last time as he bit down hard on Obi-Wan's neck.
Obi-Wan collapsed on the chest of his master, breathing heavily
as Qui-Gon slowly withdrew from him, carefully protecting the
chair from loosing it's balance.
Qui-Gon's fingers were toying with Obi-Wan's braid as he
smiled at his young lover. Obi-Wan pressed his lips against the
juncture of shoulder and neck, lecherously licking the
sensitive spot there. Qui-Gon shivered as he felt his
apprentice smile softly against his skin.
"May I know, what you're so amused at, my dear?"
Obi-Wan leaned back in Qui-Gon's lap, looking at his master.
"Honestly, Qui-Gon, I don't know. Don't you feel this tickling
inside yourself? And I might be crazy, but I could swear it has
a flavour of my lunch."
They stared at each other for a second.
Then it clicked.
The food.
"It was drugged!" they exclaimed simultaneously.
"Master Yoda?!"
"Bant?!"
Laughter bursted out of them.
"Well, at least they were wiser than us, Padawan." Qui-Gon
smirked, then his voice turned serious. "Forgive me for the
last weeks, my love. I was weary and impatient. Sorry if I hurt
you."
"We both were, Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan said, looking deeply into his
master's eyes. "It was my fault as well. But let's forget about
this. With this help of Master Yoda and Bant, we should have no
problems of this kind for a long, long time."
"If I only knew what they had put in that food."
Obi-Wan rested his forehead against Qui-Gon's. This should
happen more often.
He smiled wickedly at the thought.
"Hey, Kenobi! How ya doin?"
"My dear Bant, you're one Sithly person."
"Of course, moony-eyed friend of mine. Hope you liked
yesterday's meal, hm?"
"One day, I'll get you for this."
"Only if you tell me that you didn't enjoy it."
"Bant, can I ask you something?"
"Yes?"
(whisper)
"Well, I'm sure Master Yoda would gladly borrow a bag of it to
you."
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