Category: Qui Gon/Obi Wan slash (male/male sexual situations -
DO NOT read if this is upsetting to you personally)
Summary: A solemn rite of passage for the Apprentice that
becomes a revelation to both Master and Apprentice.
Time Frame: Approximately one year prior to "The Phantom
Menace"
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to George Lucas
and Lucasfilm LTD, and no copyright infringement is intended.
No monies are being made from this little piece of work.
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Qui Gon entered the room followed by his apprentice. Obi Wan's
eyes circled the darkened, circular room, unknowing if they
were alone or if the Masters were with them. Sometimes yes,
sometimes no. He knew to not trust his feelings where the
Masters were concerned. They were powerful and could conceal
their presence well.
He followed Qui Gon into the circle of light in the center of
the room and stood opposite him. The receiving of the Master's
midichlorians was an ages old part of the training and marked
the end of a stage, but Obi Wan saw it as more. Much more. Had
Qui Gon known the eagerness with which Obi Wan had been looking
forward to the physical aspects of the ceremony, he would've
scolded him to remember the symbolic overtures of the ceremony,
not to mention the necessity of receiving the midichlorians. He
would've said that the physical nature of the ceremony was a
means to an end and, while not to be ignored, it was not the
aspect to focus on.
Obi Wan would've agreed with him completely. His mind railed at
him to focus on the symbolism of the entwining of Master and
Apprentice, but his body trembled when he thought of kneeling
before his Master.
Obi Wan's mind had been wracked with questions regarding his
feelings for his Master for the past few months. Both father
figure and teacher, Obi Wan revered every word that fell from
Qui Gon's lips. His respect for his Master was all consuming,
but in the months leading up to this ceremony, distinctly new
feelings accompanied his reverence. They twisted sharply in Obi
Wan's stomach like the blade of a knife, often waking him in
the middle of the night. He would lay in bed desperately trying
to deny what he knew he felt, until one night he gave up
fighting, surrendering to the feeling of craving he felt toward
his Master, helpless to fight its strength.
Never before had Obi Wan felt such feelings toward a man. Never
before had there been an. . . ache. While he would never
attempt to predict his own future, he doubted he ever would
feel this way again about any man.
They had endured three days of fasting and meditation together
to prepare for this ceremony; their minds were clear and they
were wholly attuned to each other. It took no more than a
glance from Qui Gon and Obi Wan sensed his Master's. . .unease?
Qui Gon stood before him now, eyes penetrating him, boring
holes through him. He closed his eyes, meditating, and Obi Wan
did the same. Silencing the mind. But not the body. No, not
now, impossible.
Obi Wan sensed Qui Gon approaching him and opened his eyes to
find Qui Gon standing directly in front of him. Staring at him,
knowing that Obi Wan sensed his...whatever it was. Obi Wan
sensed an inner struggle in Qui Gon. Whispering, to him alone.
"Qui Gon, it is all right."
Qui Gon shot a disapproving glare deep into Obi Wan's soul. He
knew to respect the ceremony more than that and vowed not to
say another word unless urged to speak.
Obi Wan nearly jumped when Qui Gon touched him on the right
hand, lifting it slowly to his mouth, brushing each finger
against his lips, letting his tongue moisten each fingertip and
whispering against each one.
"Power in thee..."
Obi Wan's left hand was christened in this way as well, and he
felt the effect it was having on his body. He felt Qui Gon's
power surging through him. As he stared at his Master, he
sensed Qui Gon letting go of...whatever it was, and something
else taking its place. Easy to place. Carnality, untamed and
obvious and Obi Wan let Qui Gon's feelings into his soul.
Qui Gon stepped closer to Obi Wan and softly placed his hands
on either side of Obi Wan's head, drawing him close. As their
mouths neared, Obi Wan heard Qui Gon whisper; so close he felt
his breath on his lips.
"Power to thee, Apprentice."
His mouth was on Obi Wan's, open against his lips. Obi Wan felt
Qui Gon's tongue enter his mouth and caress his teeth and his
tongue, symbolizing the power of his words. He drank him in,
bringing his hands perhaps a bit to roughly to Qui Gon's head,
not daring to guide him, but feeling the movements through his
newly christened fingertips. Obi Wan knew this was an ages old
ceremony, part of the training and meant to be nothing more
than another step in it, but he couldn't help but feel, as Qui
Gon's mouth possessed him, that it all was new, all for the two
of them.
As Obi Wan returned the kiss as he was meant to, caressing Qui
Gon's mouth with his own, sharing his essence, Qui Gon pulled
away with a soft, sucking sound. As Qui Gon paced a circle
around Obi Wan - paced around the circle of light - Obi Wan
remained stoic and still, staring at Qui Gon and as he passed
in front of him, eyes locked onto eyes and it was like two
caged animals. Qui Gon controlled, knowing how to leash his
carnality. Obi Wan, as the apprentice, showing absolute respect
for Qui Gon's abilities and bowed to his master deferentially.
Qui Gon stopped pacing after he'd completed three circles
around Obi Wan and stood directly behind him, Obi Wan feeling
his powerful presence there, sensing his...ache? Knowing what
came next made it no easier to maintain control of himself. Qui
Gon stepped slowly up to Obi Wan, who wore the full regalia of
the Jedi for the ceremony. He felt Qui Gon's hands on his
shoulders as he eased the brown cloak from his shoulders,
letting it slip down his arms and pool around him. Obi Wan
stood as still as he was supposed to be, but trembled as Qui
Gon's beard brushed his ear, his voice filling him.
"Unclothed before thy Master."
And then something...happened. Something that wasn't part of
tradition, something not in the script of the ceremony.
Obi Wan felt Qui Gon's tongue draw quickly, briefly along his
ear. Obi Wan's shiver was visible, the violent way he inhaled
was audible, and if the other Masters were here Qui Gon
would've been chastised immediately.
They were alone.
"Qui Gon..." Obi Wan whispered his name, knowing they were
alone, knowing he had a bit more latitude within the confines
of the ceremony since the other masters weren't here.
"Obi Wan, stop. Respect..." Qui Gon hovered behind him,
whispering still in his ear.
Apparently he had no extra room to breathe.
"Yes Master."
Obi Wan stood rigid as Qui Gon walked in front of him. Rigid.
Still. Hard and firm. Qui Gon now stood before him in the
center of the circle of light and Obi Wan knew what he was to
do. He circled Qui Gon once, hoping that Qui Gon didn't pick up
his predatory thoughts, and stood behind him, hands trembling
as they reached out toward his master.
Touching the robe, pulling it down, letting it fall, and though
Qui Gon still wore the coverings of a Jedi, Obi Wan felt the
pure, physical power of him. He leaned into Qui Gon, raising a
bit to come to his ear.
"Unclothed before thy Apprentice."
Obi Wan went against the ceremony's dictate as Qui Gon had,
snaking his tongue out, tasting his ear, and took it further,
sucking Qui Gon's earlobe into his mouth. He heard Qui Gon
inhale deeply, but then step forward, away from him.
Obi Wan knew he'd gone too far, and Qui Gon would lecture him
when this was through.
Qui Gon turned to face him and Obi Wan silenced his mind,
allowing Qui Gon to sense his thoughts as was necessary. Obi
Wan sensed Qui Gon's thoughts and all he felt was the carnality
of him. As he allowed himself to draw into Qui Gon's thoughts,
he sensed himself there already.
Their thoughts were each other's now, and yet another layer of
bonding between Master and Apprentice was laid.
Only the physical exchange remained, when Obi Wan would accept
his Master's midichlorians into his body, strengthening him,
imparting him with the essence of his Master.
Qui Gon approached Obi Wan again and he felt his Master's hands
loosening the belt that held his Jedi coverings together. As
the belt fell to the ground, the clothing covering his torso
fell open and a whoosh of cool air chilled Obi Wan. Qui Gon
raised his hand in front of his Apprentice and lowered it
slowly and Obi Wan's loosened clothing followed his Master's
command, falling to the floor. Qui Gon looked deeply into Obi
Wan's eyes as he approached him and Obi Wan sensed Qui Gon's
intentions for him weren't all to be dictated by the ceremony.
Then Qui Gon's hands were at the waist of his leggings, pulling
them down slowly, letting them fall to Obi Wan's feet. Qui Gon
knelt before him now, bringing his mouth close to Obi Wan's
cock, union imminent. Shuddering violently and seemingly unable
to exhale, Obi Wan felt his Master's breath there, hot and
strong. Eyes closed, Qui Gon whispered against it.
"Unclothed before thy Master..."
Obi Wan could not control a quiet moan from escaping his lips
as he felt his Master's breath on his cock. When he felt Qui
Gon's tongue draw up its shaft, he had to fight every urge to
buckle at the knees, let his christened fingers tangle in his
Master's hair, and guide his cock into his Master's mouth.
He fought the urge well, remaining still and firm and as silent
as possible while Qui Gon continued to taste him, never taking
him fully into his mouth.
Qui Gon had yet again gone against dictate, strengthening his
rebellious reputation in his Apprentice's mind. This was Obi
Wan's ceremony and it was his duty to fall to his knees before
his Master. His duty and his privilege. Yet here was the
Master, kneeling before the Apprentice.
Qui Gon stood and Obi Wan looked at him and saw a different man
than the one that had undressed him. His face flushed, his
eyes, while still cool and in control, had his arousal shining
in them.
Obi Wan approached his Master, knowing what he was meant to do
and wondering how far he should take it...how far past the
dictates Qui Gon would let him go.
He stood directly in front of Qui Gon, naked before his Master.
He needed - ached - for his Master to be naked before him and
loosened Qui Gon's belt with a bit too much passion, throwing
it to the floor instead of letting it fall. And when he
motioned for the robes that covered his Master's torso to fall,
his desire - his passion - was all too apparent when Qui Gon's
dressings flew across the room.
Qui Gon smiled.
"Mind your control Obi Wan. Mind your power."
"Yes Master." Obi Wan heard him and tried to obey as he let his
hands press against the flesh on his Master's hips, sliding his
hands between the firm flesh and the cloth of his leggings,
easing them down to Qui Gon's ankles. He tried to obey, but
found his control and his power nearly gone. His master now
stood naked before him, his flesh golden and scented with
nothing more than his own sweat, but Obi Wan found it sweeter
than any perfumed oil.
Obi Wan knelt before his Master and let his eyes sweep up to
meet Qui Gon's.
"Unclothed before thy Apprentice."
Obi Wan closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, taking in the scent
of his Master, waiting for his Master's instructions. His
permission to move. His permission to exhale.
Then he literally couldn't stop himself. He felt his arms move
as if they were being lifted by a thousand shafts of light.
They were brought to Qui Gon's thighs, and as they were pressed
there, the feeling was gone and he was under his own, rather
tenuous control.
It was clear what his Master wanted.
Obi Wan stroked Qui Gon's thighs, marveling at the power that
writhed just beneath his fingers. He followed his instincts,
sure that his Master would stop him if he went too far. Obi Wan
brought his mouth to his Master's thigh, pressing his lips to
it, letting his tongue taste the skin of his Master, biting him
softly. And he heard Qui Gon's breathing quicken as ragged
words escaped his lips.
"Apprentice, drink in thy Master's essence." Qui Gon paused,
moaning softly. "Apprentice, fill thyself with the spirit of
thy Master."
"Yes Master." Obi Wan mumbled it rather dismissively, knowing
he had to say it, but then concentrating on fulfilling the
dictates of the ceremony. His lips circled around his Master's
cock and he sucked gently on the head, feeling Qui Gon's hands
in his hair, grasping his head, pushing him slowly forward.
"Obi Wan. . ." Qui Gon moaned his name quietly, pleading.
When his Master spoke his name, Obi Wan let go of the dictates
and let go of the duty and the privilege and lost himself to
this man. Master or no, he was a man first and foremost,
a man Obi Wan had come to love and crave and need and desire.
He impaled his mouth on his Master's cock, desperate to give
pleasure to him, desperate for him to know that it wasn't
simply about the midichlorians.
He sensed his Master knew and Obi Wan sensed his Master felt
the same.
Qui Gon's cock was strong and hard and a struggle to swallow,
but Obi Wan managed and wondered if he'd ever tasted anything
so sweet. His Master filled his senses and as he nourished
himself on his Master's cock, the memory of Qui Gon's tongue on
his cock caused a shudder to race up his back and Obi Wan could
still feel his tongue wet there, touching him, branding him
forever as his own.
And his Master's voice, quiet, ragged, a whisper from above
him.
"You are mine. I am yours. Master becomes Apprentice and. . .
." Qui Gon moaned as Obi Wan constricted his throat around his
Master's cock. ". . .and Apprentice becomes Master. . . We are
one."
Obi Wan let Qui Gon's cock slip from his lips, needing to say
his name, needing to speak it. "Master. . .Qui Gon. . ."
His Master opened his eyes and looked down to him and Obi Wan
saw passion unleashed on his Master's face. Obi Wan sensed his
Master's pleasure, sensed his need for. . . need for. . . what?
"You shall not receive the midichlorians yet Obi Wan." Qui Gon,
his voice still ragged and still a whisper, backed away from
him and Obi Wan sat on his knees confused, breathless, waiting
for an answer from his Master.
Qui Gon fell to his knees in front of Obi Wan, going so far
past the dictates of the ceremony that Obi Wan felt they were
creating their own and not caring a whit about the dictates or
the traditions or the symbolism. About any of it. All he cared
about was on his knees before him now and Obi Wan trusted him
with his training, with his life, with...everything.
"Obi Wan, you know I go against dictates now and you have every
right to report me to the Council."
"Master I wouldn't dream of ever doing such a thing."
"You have the right to a new Master."
"If I cannot have you as a Master, I shall not become a Jedi.
It is your midichlorians I want inside me, and no other shall
ever be."
Qui Gon smiled.
"It is not just the midichlorians is it Obi Wan?"
"No Master, it is not."
Qui Gon smiled at Obi Wan and he attempted a smile, but it was
crushed under a powerful kiss from his Master. Unleashed and
untamed and wild and Obi Wan couldn't breathe. Gone was the
ceremony, wiped clean was the symbolism and all that remained
was the want and the need and the desire.
Qui Gon possessed Obi Wan utterly; his Master's power and
control consuming him and he gladly gave in to it. Qui Gon's
mouth moved in slow, deliberate waves against Obi Wan's lips,
parting them and Obi Wan felt his Master's tongue again in his
mouth, but this time there was no formality, no dictates
telling his Master how he should move, how he should behave.
His Master's tongue swirled inside his mouth, teasing Obi Wan's
tongue into his mouth and Obi Wan felt the heat in the soft,
wet confines of Qui Gon's mouth. He felt his passion rising up
as he grabbed the sides of his Master's head, weaving his
fingers in his long hair and pulling him closer still. Obi Wan
wanted to slip effortlessly through his Master, wanting to
become a part of him.
His tongue frantically explored Qui Gon's mouth and Obi Wan
felt himself beginning to lose control and he could sense his
Master's concern. But his Master knew nothing of the passion -
of the frenzied craving - that had been building up in Obi Wan.
It was now unleashed and Obi Wan clutched at Qui Gon, pulling
him harder, tighter, against him, kissing him with unequaled
hunger, wanting to possess him, wanting to become part of him.
He sensed Qui Gon's confusion and desire. But Obi Wan was gone
- over the edge - and there was no stopping and all that
mattered was becoming one with his Master, pleasuring him,
pleasing him, showing his Master what he was capable of.
Showing his Master his power.
And with a shove of his finger, Qui Gon pushed Obi Wan back.
The Master had returned.
"Do not forget your place Obi Wan. Master and Apprentice. You
are passionate beyond what I thought you capable of, and your
strength is formidable, but know that I am the Master and I can
- and will - contain you if necessary."
"Yes Master. My apologies Master. I shall work on my
restraint." Obi Wan breathed hard, labored, trying to catch his
breath. The carnality remained in his eyes and the passion
remained savage in him, but he willingly yielded to the
supremacy of his Master.
"Now Obi Wan," Qui Gon ran his finger down Obi Wan's chest,
drawing a path through his sweat, "I want you to stand."
"Master, it is I who should be...I need your midichlorians..."
"And so you shall have them. Just not yet."
Obi Wan stood before his kneeling Master and saw Qui Gon bow
low before him, feeling his Master's lips on his feet, his
tongue bathing them. Obi Wan groaned and swayed and felt the
control of his Master in him and still just wanted to drop and
get his cock back in his mouth, where it belonged tonight.
Qui Gon kissed his way up Obi Wan's leg and Obi Wan wondered
how he would ever manage to remain standing as he quivered with
each lash of his Master's tongue.
And Qui Gon was there again, hovering in front of Obi
Wan's cock, and he could feel the ragged breaths and the heat
from his Master's skin and please Master, take it, take me...
Qui Gon spoke again, his lips brushing against the head of Obi
Wan's cock, his eyes closed. "And the Master becomes the
Apprentice..."
Obi Wan pondered his words, but then his cock slipped between
his Master's lips and Obi Wan felt the gates of heaven open,
fighting his desire to cry out with joy and lust and fulfilled
need. He felt his Master's tongue flick along his shaft as Qui
Gon took it deep into his mouth and Obi Wan wanted to guide it
deeper but let Qui Gon dictate the pace. Grateful, just so very
grateful to his Master that he wanted to drop to his knees and
cry.
His Master stroked his thighs and it was as if flame jumped
from his fingers and burned Obi Wan's flesh and if there was
ever any doubt as to who the Master was, it disappeared as Obi
Wan melted under his Master's touch.
Qui Gon had not expected this ceremony - this most sacred
ceremony - to get this out of hand, but his desire for his
apprentice would not be denied and the very nature of this
ceremony dictated that any latent sexual feelings between
Master and Apprentice be dealt with.
Dealt with they were, and Qui Gon felt guilt-ridden for denying
his Apprentice the beauty of the ceremony, but had sensed the
feelings of lust in his student - sensed the overflowing
passion, the want and the need. He knew instinctively that they
matched his own. It had been his decision to throw the dictates
to the wind and he would stand before the Council because of it
if necessary.
But Obi Wan had stated his loyalty and came close to admitting
his love. Qui Gon sensed it, knew it, and sensed that Obi Wan
knew of his feelings as well.
Beyond it all, he knew that his Apprentice's cock was filling
his mouth now, and he could taste the sweet pre-ejaculate. He
swallowed the honeyed liquid and knew that he had his
Apprentice's midichlorians in him. He knew he'd made the right
decision. It bound Apprentice to Master in ways not fathomed by
the Council.
Obi Wan's cock twitched in his mouth and he heard his
Apprentice moan. Raising his eyes upward, he saw Obi Wan throw
his head back and felt the man's hands weave through his hair.
Qui Gon sensed all that Obi Wan felt, but heard his words and
felt his own cock jump, ready to share it's plentiful bounty.
"Master...Master...Qui Gon...oh Qui Gon..." and Obi Wan moaned
again, "...I want you...mmm...have for so long...and damn the
Council and damn the...mmm...damn the dictates and the training
and the trials and....mmm...just be my lover forever..."
Qui Gon somehow managed to slip his lips off his student's
potent cock and whispered against it. "You are to be a Jedi Obi
Wan, of this I am certain." He paused and let the tip of his
Apprentice's cock moisten his lips. "You are a physical part of
me now. Now and forever you dwell in me. That is all I can
promise."
Saying that, rebuffing his Apprentice's foolhardy request for
life-long sexual fulfillment and life-long love, Qui Gon
impaled his mouth on his student's cock, determined to live a
lifetime in the moments he had with Obi Wan.
His Apprentice's body was exquisite. Young, hard, and lean and
possessing all the power and strength required of a Jedi, but
Obi Wan's body overflowed with all of it. His mind overflowed
with wisdom and common sense and he was truly the wiser man of
the two and Qui Gon sensed great things for this man.
Qui Gon drew his mouth slowly along his Apprentice's rigid
cock, feeling another drop of pre-ejaculate coat his tongue.
For the moment, Qui Gon ignored his ever present ability to
sense others' feelings, wanting to remain ignorant of his
student's thoughts and feelings, wanting only to experience the
moment with him, wanting only to a part of Obi Wan. He pulled
his mouth from around his Apprentice's cock and circled its
head with his tongue.
Obi Wan moaned, long and loud...
Then, a violent shove backward and Qui Gon fell onto his back,
propped up at his elbows, Obi Wan hovering over him.
"Master, let me. I am the Apprentice, you are the Master. I
live to learn from you, to follow where you lead. I wish to
follow now. I wish to give to you first." He paused. "I will
give to you first."
Qui Gon fell onto his back, his eyes closed, unable to deny his
apprentice his wishes. He and Obi Wan had been mentally and
physically preparing themselves for the ceremony and Qui Gon
found he could not deny his Apprentice what few dictates of it
were still attainable. He pulled himself to his feet and stood
in the center of the circle of light. "As you wish Obi Wan. We
shall go by the dictates."
Obi Wan jumped up and stood before Qui Gon. "Master, it is not
that I need to go by the laws. . .I just want. . ."
"I know Obi Wan." Qui Gon paused, closing his eyes. "Let us
quiet our minds."
They stood in silence facing each other; eyes closed in
meditation, for several minutes. When Qui Gon sensed Obi Wan's
mind was stilled, he opened his eyes and found Obi Wan's eyes
still closed. He repeated words spoken already once tonight,
words he'd learned long ago, familiar and sacred words that
belonged only here in this room, spoken only between Master and
Apprentice.
"Apprentice, drink in thy Master's essence." As Obi Wan fell to
his knees in front of him, Qui Gon closed his eyes and placed
his hand on the back of Obi Wan's head, guiding him forward and
speaking in a whisper. "Apprentice, fill thyself with the
spirit of thy Master."
As Obi Wan took him into his mouth once again, Qui Gon stood
firm and unmoving and fought with his own will, determined to
allow his apprentice to experience the solemnity of the
ceremony but selfishly wanting to ravish him. He sensed Obi
Wan's thoughts strong with him.
Obi Wan's lips slipped up to the tip of his cock and he
whispered inaudible musings softly against it, Qui Gon sensing
them before he heard - before he felt - them. The feeling of
the words - the mouth - on his cock was burning and soothing
and Qui Gon closed his eyes in meditation. Control. . .control.
. .force all thought from the mind and just feel. . .
And Obi Wan's thoughts were with him and Qui Gon sensed the
adoration.
Obi Wan's lips glided along the moistened shaft of Qui Gon's
cock as he continued to murmur against it. Qui Gon knew the
words being whispered - knew that he'd gotten exactly what he'd
asked for - and somehow it was the most tragic, beautiful gift
he'd ever been given. In this moment of weakness, his soul wept
that the fate that made them Master and Apprentice wouldn't
allow reciprocation during this consecration.
Qui Gon felt Obi Wan's hands slip around to the back of his
thighs and pull him further into his mouth, his cock slipping
deep into his apprentice's throat. Obi Wan constricted around
it and Qui Gon felt his legs trembling, feeling his hand, still
holding the back of his apprentice's head as the dictates
called for, fisting around Obi Wan's ponytail and squeezing it
harshly. A moan from the back of Qui Gon's throat escaped his
lips as his apprentice let his cock slip from his throat and
back into the lush confines of his wondrous mouth.
Obi Wan began to draw his mouth along Qui Gon's cock with added
fervor, his tongue flicking along its length, his lips closing
tightly around the base. He took his Master's cock into his
throat with every lunge. Qui Gon quivered, feeling a fire
ignite in his heart. It spread slowly out from his chest
throughout his body and he wondered if Obi Wan could feel its
heat. He sensed that the fire had consumed them both, and it
burned his body and seared his soul.
Qui Gon felt the flames lapping down his body, knowing that the
only thing that would quench the fire was the devotion - and
the mouth - of his Apprentice.
As the fire consumed him, he silently beseeched Obi Wan to
douse the flames, to kill the ache. //Please Obi Wan, relieve
me. . .//
Obi Wan sensed his thoughts and returned them in kind.
//Release yourself to me Master. . .//
Somehow the words came to him, and Qui Gon breathed them as
much as spoke them. "Apprentice, receive the. . .the life of
thy Master. . ."
Qui Gon felt Obi Wan's hands slide up his stomach and he
impetuously grabbed one tightly with his free hand, keeping the
other steady on the back of his Apprentice's head. And he felt
his Obi Wan drawing his living essence from him and felt his
need, his ache, his desperate want, to receive his Master. . .
His eyes moistened with tears of desperation, Qui Gon felt a
violent spasm rock through his body, and with a deep, guttural
moan, he released himself to Obi Wan, filling his Apprentice
with all that lived in him.
Obi Wan accepted his Master's midichlorians into his body,
astonished at the power they had already endowed him with as
they began their journey through his body.
He felt his Master's strength - of body, of character, of will
- coursing through him. He felt blessed with Qui Gon's wisdom,
sanctified by his living spirit, and healed by his devotion. He
felt supremely alive and as tears sprung to his eyes, he wanted
to fall to his Master's feet in worshipful gratitude.
Obi Wan felt reborn. Baptized in the sacrifice of his Master.
Qui Gon collapsed to his knees in front of Obi Wan, emotionally
drained and physically exhausted. Obi Wan fell against him, his
forehead resting against Qui Gon's shoulder, his breathing hard
and ragged. "Master. . .I. . .tell me how I. . .I can best
serve you. . ."
Qui Gon's arms went around his Apprentice, supporting him
though he could barely support himself, slowly stroking his
sweat-covered back, and somehow he found the strength to speak.
"Do not speak Obi Wan and do not serve me. Just be mindful and
learn."
Qui Gon leaned close to his Apprentice's ear, kissing it
softly. "Know that I am a living part of you. I will dwell in
you forever, just as you dwell in me. We are in symbionce. . ."
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