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Disclaimer: As always the Jedi belong to George Lucas.
Spoilers: None. Obi-Wan is 21
Summary: Sequel to Tattoo. Qui-Gon makes amends.
Notes: Thanks to Amber for her beta and ADM for her efforts.
Any remaining mistakes belong to me alone. I may have bitten
off more than I can chew. I hope it does not prove
indigestible.
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"We decided that because the people we loved owned our hearts
we should have their names tattooed on us. Showing that they
owned our bodies as well."- Bant 'Tattoo'
Obi-Wan's cock hung limply inches from his face. Gingerly he
grasped the penis before him and lifted it gently. There along
the sensitive underside were letters picked out in green
calligraphy. It took a moment before his brain was willing to
process the name. Qui-Gon Jinn was the name of Obi-Wan's secret
love.
Stunned Qui-Gon dropped his apprentice's penis as if it was a
red-hot brand. Struggling to breathe to think he fell back on
his heels. Trying to school his features the Master watched
helplessly as his Padawan's face crumbled from resignation to
hurt. From one aching breath to another the young man fled to
his room, the door slamming behind him.
'What have I done', his mind screamed. He leapt to his feet and
ran to Obi-Wan's door. Quiet sobbing could clearly be heard.
Laying his forehead against the cold hard surface of the door
his mind raced along the training bond he shared with his
Padawan to find it blocked. Not just blocked, nearly severed!
Despair and panic rose in equal measure almost overwhelming him
before he could disperse them into the Force.
"Obi-Wan, Padawan, open the door" he pleaded. "It was not what
it seemed. Please let me in." Qui-Gon strained to hear an
answer. The sobbing continued unabated.
Centering himself he considered his options. One option was
patience. He could wait until his apprentice opened the door on
his own. He feared Obi-Wan would have irrevocably come to a
decision by then and be tightly shielded before the door
opened. He dreaded seeing the features he knew so well set
along stubborn, willful lines shutting him out. Another course
would be to force the door and make the younger man listen to
him. Hadn't he forced things enough already, his conscience
screamed. He had handled this very badly letting his jealousy
rule his actions. Closing his eyes he immersed himself in the
Force seeking guidance.
Determination showed in his eyes as he opened them moments
later. Reaching out with the Force he tripped the locking
mechanism of the door. His beloved Padawan lay before him on
the narrow student sleep- couch. Still naked Obi-Wan was
pressed tightly into the join between the wall and the bed.
Sobs continued to wrack the lithe form. Kneeling silently
beside the crying man he leaned forward and brushed his lips
against the nape of his Apprentice's neck. Obi-Wan's back
stiffened. A tendril of thought along their bond was ruthlessly
repelled.
"Go away Master." Bitterness filled the young man's voice.
"No" the Master murmured sighing, "I will never leave you my
love." Carefully, his body trembling, he planted soft kisses
along Obi-Wan's shoulder. Kissing the delicate outer curve of
the ear before him he spoke softly, "I love you my beautiful
Padawan." Qui-Gon continued kissing outlining a shoulder blade.
Kissing was too shallow a word for his obeisance. Taking his
time the Master nuzzled the soft skin over his love's spine.
His tongue darted out to taste the tender flesh. A shudder
passed through the skin beneath his lips.
Obi-Wan had begun to slowly relax under Qui-Gon's attentions.
The shuddering sobs had ceased. Heartened he moved to nibble
the edge of his Apprentice's ribcage concentrating on the areas
that elicited the greatest response. Still the slim body stayed
resolutely turned away from him.
Setting aside his own desires he cleared his mind focusing only
on that which his lips touched. It became as a meditative
trance. His world shrunk to ascertaining and fulfilling the
needs of every square unit of the young man's back.
Forgotten were his own tears as their saltiness blended with
the taste of the skin he worshiped. He was erect. How could he
not be aroused finally kissing the shell that contained the
bright spirit he loved. The responses of his own body were
immaterial. He had delayed the gratification of his flesh for
so long it no longer seemed necessary. Implacably the Master
covered Obi-wan with kisses and nips tracing bone, sinew and
muscle. Diligent, he thought no further than the next portion
of his Padawan's succulent tissue he needed to soothe.
It was with surprise that he reached the soft rise of Obi-Wan's
buttocks. Overcome he lay his cheek gently against the small of
his Apprentice's back. Closing his eyes he basked in the living
warmth. Nothing had ever felt so right as this skin next to his
own. Surely Obi- Wan could sense this too. He poured the love
and concern that filled his heart through the bond between them
hoping that his love would accept some of it. A soft moan
escaped the supple body.
Qui-Gon pledged his love quietly, his lips pressed into his
Padawan's flesh. Inhaling deeply he let the scent of his
beloved lend him strength. With the help of the Force this will
work. It must work. He would not give-up after waiting so long.
He would make amends, make things right with Obi-Wan. Fresh
tears leaked from beneath his lids to trickle down the smooth
skin against his face.
Touching his Padawan with his hand for the first time since
entering the room Qui-Gon's trembling finger softly slid along
the cleft in the young man's behind. The muscles on either side
clenched, denying him access. Heedless of the wrench in his gut
at the exclusion he followed the path of his finger with his
tongue. Muscles still clenched Obi-Wan nevertheless quaked at
the intimate caress. Determined, the Master slowly licked the
valley again and again until he felt the muscles on both sides
relax. He nuzzled the tender flesh for moment fighting for
composure. Planting small kisses down towards the ring of
puckered tissue his heart leapt when he felt Obi-Wan pushing
back into his kisses. Restraining himself he merely brushed his
lips over the entrance to his love's body. He promised himself
that there would be time for more intensive exploration later
after he had won his Padawan back.
Moving to explore the young man's legs he let himself smile at
the faint moan from Obi-Wan. Using both hands as well as his
mouth he made sure that the strong thighs and calves received
the attention they deserved. He was about to begin on the young
man's feet when they were swiftly pulled from his grasp.
"Enough, Master please." Obi-Wan blurted turning and raising
himself to sit on the edge of the bed. He visibly trembled his
eyes closed his hands white-knuckled gripping the bedding.
Distress and arousal warred over his features.
Qui-Gon shifted and sat back on his heels before his Padawan's
knees. Flushed, tear-streaked and lips parted Obi-Wan's face
was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He permitted
himself to drink in the sight of his beloved. Muscles jumped
and twitched beneath the smooth skin as if the young man was
ready to explode. The Master wanted to gather the rigidly held
body in his arms but dare not. His eyes drifted down of their
own accord to the upright penis. Green letters danced livid
against the angry flesh bobbing up between Obi-Wan's thighs.
Obi-Wan strove to achieve some measure of control within his
self- imposed darkness. In all the fantasies he had of
revealing his feelings to Qui-Gon he never came close to
envisioning the events of today. He had had pleasant daydreams
of seducing his Master. Overcoming his objections with his
love. Other scenarios featured the older man crazed with lust
just taking him. Humiliated before his Master had never been
part of his dreams.
It would be easy to blame Bant for telling about the tattoo.
Facing three masters, one of them on the Council he knew he
couldn't have done better than his friend and no doubt would
have done worse. Part of him wished that the Calamarian had
told all. Then maybe he could've talked to his Master. Instead
things had gotten bad so quickly he was sure Qui-Gon would've
sent him away if he knew.
If he was honest with himself he had to admit that things had
been going downhill for months by the time Bant had coughed up
her egg- sack about the tattoo. He knew the exact day when his
Master had changed towards him. It was the day of his
astrophysics exam. Elated with his performance he had hurried
back to their quarters to share his good news. His happy words
died on his lips when he saw his Master. The man had looked
stricken, his eyes bright with unshed tears.
Obi-Wan had waited for Qui-Gon to tell him of the tragedy that
had brought the sorrowful mien. He had seen that expression or
at least its kin a few times on the Master's face and composed
himself to bear the bad news. However the older man had told
him nothing and had forcefully rebuffed his questions. Over the
next few days he had seen the unexplained sadness replaced by
chilly disapproval.
Soon he could do nothing right. The warm comradery he had
enjoyed at his Master's side was gone. Every time he turned
around he found his teacher staring at him as if he wanted to
thrash him. Commands and lectures were the only words he
received from the other man. Obi-Wan wracked his brain for what
he had done to offend his Master so.
Then he had found his poem missing. It had been stupid to carry
it around but the childish scribble had made his unrequited
love more bearable somehow. If his Master had found it, read it
and realized it was about him. Obi-Wan's heart had sunk further
sure that the older man had been insulted by his composition
and the audacity of his feelings. Steeling himself he had gone
to his Master and asked if he had seen it. Qui-Gon had denied
seeing anything like it and that was that. Masters do not lie.
They might withhold information if they thought it was
appropriate but lie, no.
Feeling more composed Obi-Wan dared to let himself consider his
Master's words and actions since the older man had forced the
lock on the door. Qui-Gon whispering of love into his ear, into
his skin. The words he had dreamed of for so many lonely
nights. Those lips making love to his skin. He had wanted to
turn into that touch, that warmth so badly. There was a time
when he thought he would accept any relationship his Master
offered on any terms. After the tyranny of the last months he
wasn't sure.
Submission, so much of his life had come down to submission.
Obey the will of the Force was the cornerstone, and in his mind
it had become synonymous with following Qui-Gon. Willingly he
had served his Master and the Order, striving for perfect
compliance. Acceding to quaint customs and ugly prejudices on
every mission. Deferential to master and knight alike.
Everyone's wishes took precedence over his own. He had been
happy in his surrender, his duty.
That changed just as his Master had. The man had been so
ruthless and severe that Obi-Wan had instinctively sought
escape. Qui-Gon hadn't desired to bend him but to break him to
wrest all the secrets of his soul. It seemed that keeping his
tattoo private had become a fight for the integrity of his
spirit. As if in yielding, a part of him would ceases to exist.
He had not openly defied his Master but he had resisted as much
as he dared. If he acquiesced to the large man now would he
find himself helplessly dominated more of a slave than a
partner? Would Qui- Gon expect him to submit? Could he agree to
such subjugation, could he refuse?
He knew that his Master was waiting patiently for him to
respond. That Qui-Gon had stopped when he had asked him was a
good sign he decided. He could not test the other man's mood
without dropping his shields and he was not going to do that if
he wasn't sure.
Opening his eyes at last he beheld the man he loved and had
learned to fear seated before him fully clothed, legs folded
beneath him. Oblivious to his gaze the Jedi Master was staring
at his cock.
Suddenly terribly conscious of his own nudity Obi-Wan reached
to cover his groin. Even more quickly his master caught his
hands and kissed them.
"Forgive me for staring Padawan" the Master murmured. "For me
to see my name on your precious flesh, especially there. . ."
Licking his lips Qui-Gon swallowed convulsively.
Blushing furiously Obi-Wan unconsciously leaned towards the
moist mouth. Realizing what he was doing the younger man
stopped and pulled back. He would not surrender his will for a
kiss. Not even one from his Master. It wasn't pride. It was
survival of his ego, his individuality that prompted his
withdrawal.
Qui-Gon surged forward following his Apprentice's retreat. The
big man's chest insinuated itself between the tightly clasped
knees and his long arms wrapped around the slender torso
pulling Obi-Wan close.
"No!" Obi-Wan cried. His over-sensitized flesh rushed to climax
from the added stimulus of his Master's chest. Pushing hard
against the other man's shoulders he tried to stop his
ejaculation. Cum spattered Qui- Gon's front spurting over his
tunics, throat and beard.
Uncontrollable shudders wracked the smaller man and he closed
his eyes in humiliation. Obi-Wan felt the arms release him.
Fresh tears coursed down his face.
Spent, the Apprentice at least found his composure more easily
regained post-orgasm. Not bothering to wipe the tears from his
face he once again looked upon his Master and waited for the
rebuke.
Qui-Gon was scraping his Padawan's seed from skin and cloth
with delicate sweeps of his fingers. Stunned Obi-Wan watched as
the Master brought each captured droplet to his mouth sucking
his fingers clean. Sensing the Younger man's scrutiny Qui-Gon
flushed crimson continuing his cleaning nonetheless. "I had
wanted to taste this at the source but this is delightful in
its own way" Obi-Wan's Master rumbled, a shy smile transforming
his features.
Sighing deeply, it was a moment before the Padawan could trust
his voice. "We need to talk, Master, . . . Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan's
voice emerged hoarse, uneven.
"Yes. Whatever you want, my love. I want to apologize. . ."
Obi-Wan cut him off, "Strip." His tone was much more controlled
this time.
"What?" A flicker of doubt flashed in the older man's eyes.
"Strip" he repeated. "You're my Master, older and bigger than
I. I can't change those things and I don't want to." The
Apprentice groped for words. "There is already so much
inequality between us. I will not accept any more. Either you
strip or I need to dress." He began to rise.
"Yes. Yes Pad . . . Obi-Wan of course" Qui-Gon stammered
attacking his clothes with trembling hands.
Obi-Wan savored each portion of his Master's body as it was
exposed. He felt the tension within him ease. Maybe his Master
really did want him, not a slave.
Qui-Gon dropped his eyes from the younger man's turning his
face away embarrassed by his own arousal. His turgid erection
sprang free from his trousers, the crown slick with
pre-ejaculate. His blush deepened. He visibly warred with
himself not to cover his genitals.
As soon as he was fully naked he again knelt before his
Apprentice and abased himself. He pressed his forehead to the
top of younger man's feet, his hands resting flush against the
floor on either side.
"I humbly beg your forgiveness Obi-Wan. I have lied to you,
betrayed your trust. I have violated your privacy. I
disregarded your feelings and undermined your self-confidence.
I let my obsessive jealousy and fear harm your training."
The Padawan tried to interrupt placing a hand on the
grey-streaked hair.
Qui-Gon clutched his Apprentice's ankles. "Please I beg you let
me finish. I humiliated you to your friends and before the High
Council. I was cold and harsh in my treatment of you. I nearly
got you killed." The Master's voice cracked. "I don't deserve
to be your master let alone your lover. I will do anything to
repair the damage I've selfishly caused. I am truly sorry. I
love you. I submit myself for any punishment you deem fit.
Please don't leave. . . me."
Silence stretched between the two men. Shock robbed Obi-Wan of
his voice. He stared open-mouthed at the man crying against his
feet. Shivers chased each other over the Master's frame.
The older man's obvious distress unlocked the Apprentice's
paralysis. Taking the trembling shoulders in his hands he tried
to lift them. The Master began franticly kissing Obi-Wan's toes
the grip on his ankles turning almost painful. He'd thought I
had been trying to push him away the Young Jedi realized.
Drawing on the Force he slowly dragged Qui- Gon upright.
"Why Master? Why did you do this?" Obi-Wan cradled his love's
face wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "What started it?"
This time it was Qui-Gon who had his eyes shut. "I found your
poem. The thought of you with another tore me apart. I kept
seeing him touching you, corrupting you. I had not known true
jealousy before. As much as I fought it, it consumed me. Rage
filled me. I had to know what man had stolen your heart from
me."
"Why didn't you talk to me. I worried that you had found it. I
thought you'd realized it was about you and it had sickened
you. I was waiting for you to cast me off." He kissed the older
Jedi's eyelids, his forehead, the bridge of his nose.
"I know now the poem was about me." He mused aloud more to
himself than to Obi-Wan. "But then I did not. I was afraid if I
confronted you about it I'd lose you altogether. I was a fool.
All this could have been avoided if I had asked you." Qui-Gon
shook his head in shame.
"We've both been foolish. As Master Yoda said 'Plenty of blame
there is for all.' Let no more fear come between us."
Obi-Wan kissed the older man's lips chastely thrilling at their
softness. He could not get enough of that mouth. More kisses
followed. The sweet heat called him. His tongue traced the
velvety lips demanding entrance.
A wave of possessiveness engulfed the young Jedi mixing with
the lust and love already there. Emotions overflowed him.
Partially lowering his shields he let the heady combination
pour down the link with his Master.
Pushing forward the Apprentice overran the Master pressing him
onto his back. The erection under him desperately thrust into
his belly. His tongue took Qui-Gon's mouth much like he planned
to take the Master.
The older man opened under Obi-Wan's onslaught. He was drowning
in his Padawan unwilling and unable to resist. Long ignored
needs soaked up sensations and emotions as the younger man
ravaged his mouth. Abruptly Qui-Gon's lips were abandoned.
Moaning he raised his head seeking to renew his connection to
that savage heat. Arms sought to bring his suddenly devilish
apprentice closer again.
Evading his Master's attempts to capture him he snaked down the
long chest. Using quick nips, kisses and finger tweaks he made
his way to his goal. In a moment he was on his knees between
his beloved's legs.
Reaching Qui-Gon's engorged cock he found himself pausing
overcome by the sight. He had dreamt about seeing this flesh
erect countless times. Several shades darker than the
surrounding tissue it arced over the taut stomach the flaring
head pointing at the navel. So solid so beautiful. Well short
of frightening, his Master's penis was considerable nonetheless
and the thought of it thrusting inside him was generating an
intense internal heat. He couldn't look at it without wanting
it in his mouth. Wrapping his hands around the solid shaft he
lifted the dripping head to his lips.
Qui-Gon watched avidly as the young man smeared precum on his
lips. A groan escaped him as Obi-Wan took the crown of his
erection into the hot recesses of his mouth. He knew he wasn't
going to be able to last long he had almost come just seeing
his Padawan handle his cock. He writhed trying to hold off, to
prolong the exquisite agony.
Watching the Jedi Master squirm he swirled his tongue softly
around the head filling his mouth. Probing the small slit in
the tip for more tingling fluid he felt Qui-Gon's trembling
hands rest on the back of his head.
"Oh Obi-Wan. . Oh Love that feels. . .Oh suck me . .Yes. .
Please!" Qui-Gon's disjointed babble started as a whisper and
quickly evolved into a shout as his Apprentice swallowed his
penis deeply.
His Master's hands fisted in his hair. Obi-Wan knew the man was
fighting the urge to force more of his cock deeper. Tears
started in his eyes as he resisted gagging on the large organ.
Using the Force he soothed the muscles of his throat. Slowly he
pulled back until once again only the crown was in his mouth.
Pausing he waited for Qui-Gon and in a few seconds he felt the
pressure of the Master's hands on his head increase prompting
him. Obi-Wan lowered his mouth over the cock taking even more
into his throat. Swallowing repeatedly he massaged the hard
length further down his throat. He raised and lowered his mouth
again and again rapidly.
Head thrown back the big man whimpered as Obi-Wan's nose
reached the curling hair at the base of his erection. His
scrotum was drawn tight against his shaft meeting the young
man's chin. Clever fingers stroked his balls and he was lost,
his orgasm tearing through him.
The cock in Obi-Wan's mouth swelled and then pulses of thick
spicy fluid were shooting down his throat. Sucking as well as
he could, cum still backed up flooding his mouth. Releasing the
softening flesh he sat back.
Qui-Gon sprawled in front of him drenched in sweat, gasping for
breath, beautiful in his abandon. Sliding his chest up along
his Master's until they were once more face to face, he wet his
lips with cum and kissed the parted lips beneath him. Hands
clutched his head deepening the breathless kiss. Qui-Gon's
tongue licked the inside of his mouth finishing by cleaning his
lips and chin.
Strong arms wrapped around his back holding him tight. Obi-Wan
licked a path to his Master's ear. "Are you all right my
Master?"
"Oh yes, my Obi-Wan, I survived, barely." The older man replied
softy patting his Apprentice's back.
"Good. Climb up on the bed and I'll be right back."
"Climb up . .?"Qui-Gon queried muzzily.
"Yes climb up to the bed so I can fuck you, my Master." He let
a hint of steel enter his voice.
"Fuck me. . .?" The older Jedi began as his eyes snapped open.
"Obi- Wan?"
Pulling back, determined grey eyes met confused blue. "I will
take you, my Master, make no mistake. The bed would be more
comfortable but it's your choice. Consider it punishment if you
like. Now up you go. Hands and knees." With that he'd left the
non-plused Master to search for lubricant.
Obi-Wan lingered outside his room afraid that he would find a
very angry Jedi Master inside. Sighing deeply he released his
anxiety. There was no way to tell how Qui-Gon had reacted. He
wasn't sure himself why he'd felt compelled to take this course
but it felt right. Another deep breath to calm his racing pulse
and he stepped into the room.
Hips raised, his Master knelt before him on the narrow bed, his
head pillowed on his forearms, face averted. Setting the cup of
oil he'd brought from the kitchen alcove on the bedside table
he eased behind the trembling form. Draping himself over
Qui-Gon's back he felt the older man stiffen. Kissing the
shallow hollow between shoulder blades he wrapped his arms
around sleekly muscled chest.
"You are so beautiful my Master" he nuzzled the surprisingly
soft skin.
"Just do it Padawan. I accept your punishment" Qui-Gon hissed
between clenched teeth.
Straightening he reached for some of the oil and started to
slowly caress the Master's buttocks and the cleft which divided
them. "Years ago I used to watch you when you brought your
lovers home to your bed. I could see everything through the
vent over my desk." He felt the tension in the flesh beneath
his hands increase. "Watched as you prepared them and then
thrust into them. I'd wanted to be the one receiving the
pounding of your cock. I fantasized about it all the time. You
stopped bringing lovers home. Why was that Master? Did you find
out I was watching? You never said anything. No matter."
Obi-Wan's oil-slicked finger circled the other man's anus. "I
never saw you taken this way. All the times I witnessed, you
were on top as it were. Why was that?" His voice was silky. The
other man remained silent.
"I've never done this you know. I've read about it and watched
you do it of course. Always my teacher whether you meant to be
or not." Chuckling he trapped Qui-Gon's hips against him with
one arm and the assistance of the Force as the bigger man tried
to pull away. The Master could've used the Force and his
superior size to free himself but he didn't. One finger wormed
its way into the tight ring of muscle. "How do I do it? Tell me
how to fuck you my beautiful Master." Leisurely he pumped the
single digit in and out twisting it to spread the oil more.
"Obi-Wan. . . " Qui-Gon grunted as the invading finger found
his sweet spot. "You seem. . . to be doing a fine job on your
own."
"Thank you my Master. But I do need you guidance." He again
stroked the spot that had caused such a satisfying response.
"Is this correct?" The older man jerked in his grasp. "I've no
desire to hurt you my love indeed I wish to give you pleasure.
Tell me when you're ready for the next finger." He kissed
Qui-Gon's shoulder and laid his cheek against the sweat slicked
skin. While he found this incredibly arousing he had no urge to
hurry things. He wouldn't enter the man till he begged. Begged
for him.
Removing his finger he ignored Qui-Gon's moan and coated it
once again with oil. Reinserting it he assumed a torpid rhythm
hitting the Master's prostate with each slow thrust. Hips
reluctantly started to push against the intruder. Obi-Wan
submerged into the sensations surrounding his finger and the
play of muscles across the older Jedi's back.
"Another" Qui-Gon ground out finally.
"Another?" He queried absently.
"Put another finger in."
"Are you sure? There's no rush I could do this all day. Are you
sure you are ready?"
"Yes! Dan held him tightly stilling his
movements. "Are you all right my love? We can stop." A small
smile visited the young Jedi's face briefly but he kept his
voice serious, concerned. He bent and kissed the over- heated
skin of the man beneath him.
"No! Yes! Don't stop" Qui-Gon panted sweat dripping from him.
"No? Yes? Which is it my Master?" he started slowly pumping his
fingers again but removed his hand from the older man's cock.
"Don't stop. . . .I'm all right. . .More!" The Master growled
between thrusts.
"More? More what? More fingers, more thrusting? Tell me what
you want?"
Qui-Gon threw his head back desperately trying to see his
Padawan's face. "All of it. .more fingers. . Harder fuck me
harder." His voice vacillated between a whimper and a shout.
"Yes my Master." A third oiled finger joined the other two
stretching Qui-Gon's opening further. The Master sighed
luxuriantly. Muscle resistance melted as he thrust harder,
faster into the willing ass. He could feel and hear the other
man's rock hard penis slap against his belly with each thrust.
The hips were pushing back hard to meet his fingers.
Abruptly he stopped and withdrew his fingers. Draping himself
over the sweat-soaked back once again he let his own hard-on
nestle into Qui-Gon's cleft. The Master writhed under him
rubbing his backside against Obi-Wan's shaft. The moment
stretched. He could feel his Master's movements getting more
frantic with each passing second.
"Fuck me! Obi-Wan. . .I want your cock in me! Please. . .Now .
. Please. . Fuck me!"
"Yes, Love. It's all right. You are mine, my Master." He
stroked the well-muscled back gentling the big man as he would
a spooked animal. Leaning back he poured more oil into his hand
and coated his erection. Qui-Gon watched him hungrily over his
shoulder.
"Please!"
"Say it. If you want me to fuck you, say it."
"What. . . What do you want me to say? Fuck me?"
"Say you are mine, my Master, and I will fuck you as hard as
you want."
The Master hung his head no longer wishing to meet his lover's
gaze. "I .am . yours. . .Yours. . Fuck me. . please."
Placing the head of his cock at the stretched muscular ring he
slowly slid it home. "So hot! So perfect, my Master."
Bucking his hips Qui-Gon started a fast, hard rhythm. "Fuck Me!
Fuck Me Harder!"
Holding his Master's hips in a punishing grip Obi-Wan complied,
thrusting into the other man as hard as he could. Checking the
older man for pain through their bond and finding none he gave
himself over to the moment.
They grunted their pleasure together with each thrust. He
wanted to reach and grab his Master's cock but he couldn't make
himself let go of the other Jedi's hips. Then he realized
Qui-Gon's own hand was furiously working the erection. The
sight wrung an even more frenzied rhythm from Obi-Wan.
With surprise he felt a trickle then a torrent of emotion
thunder down their bond. Love, lust, shame and guilt all were
overwhelming him battering against his shields. It was too
much. He arched every muscle straining intent on driving his
cock ever deeper into the man under him. His shields broke with
his release. Distantly he heard shouting.
Qui-Gon reeled from the backlash of his Padawan's broken
shields and his own climax. His body convulsed nearly throwing
Obi-Wan from his back. Helpless he collapsed into the narrow
bed, Obi-Wan's breath harsh on his back.
He had volunteered for this Mace Windu reminded himself for the
thousandth time. Thinking to spare Master and Padawan further
embarrassment he had offered to meet with the men and report
his findings to the High Council. Rubbing his face he released
his feelings of guilt over the matter, again. Dread was a
leaden weight in his gut. They had been such a good team he
thought sadly. No use anticipating, if master and apprentice
needed to be separated so be it. He'd know soon enough.
It had given him some small measure of hope when he had talked
to Qui-Gon this morning. Sounding weary but calm the Master had
suggested the luncheon date. A public versus private meeting
argued that they had managed to settle things. He hoped so it
pained him to see his friend in such distress. Not to mention
the boy, almost ready for knighthood, it would be more than a
pity if they lost him over this. Sighing, he watched for the
pair to enter the dining hall.
Qui-Gon appeared at the entrance his Padawan one pace behind
and to the side just as was proper. Opening himself to the
Force he watched the two approach trying to glean as much
information as he could before they reached him. They were both
tightly shielded but that was to be expected. There was
something. He relaxed further letting his intuition have free
rein. Understanding dawned the Padawan led the Master. One pace
behind and to the side he may be but he led his Master to the
table regardless. Reserving judgement he smiled and stood in
greeting.
"Master Jinn, Padawan Kenobi I'm pleased you were able to meet
with me so soon."
"It is our pleasure Master Windu. Padawan?"
The boy bowed. "With your permission, my Master, I will fetch
our trays. Would you like me to bring you one as well Master
Windu?"
Shaking his head he resumed his seat. "That won't be necessary
Padawan, thank you."
The Apprentice nodded and after exchanging a look with his
Master left moving towards the food lines. Mace took the
opportunity to study the master seated across from him.
Qui-Gon's eyes remained trained on the youth's retreating form
for the space of several heartbeats before he turned back to
face him.
With great deliberation Qui-Gon presented himself to his friend
for closer examination.
Mace searched his friend's face letting the Force guide him.
Serenity glowed from the other man's features. Then again Jedi
Masters were supposed to be serene. However there was serene
and serene. Recently he had seen his old friend wear his
serenity like a hair shirt stiffly and with an air, which
bespoke long hours of meditation. This was different. Only a
long time companion or one gifted in the Force would be able to
see it. There was a dreamy quality to his face a softening of
lines usually set. He looked younger. The anger and despair
that had been lurking behind his eyes was gone.
"Well Qui-Gon?" Mace asked at last.
"Well what?"
"Qui don't make this harder than it needs to be. Did the boy
show you his tattoo? The High Council doesn't need to know the
name as long no abuse took place and the matter has been
resolved between the two of you."
"He is a man Mace not a boy. I'm sorry I had forgotten about
the Council."
"Man, I stand corrected. I can believe you forgot the Council
you ignore them most of the time anyway." The Council Member
couldn't keep a small smirk from his face.
"That's an exaggeration and you know it." Qui-Gon returned the
smile. "The matter is resolved between my apprentice and I.
There was no abuse."
"That is well my friend but I need to know if he showed it to
you. It's an issue of compliance as you should know."
"Yes he did willingly" the master blushed deeply as he spoke.
Grin broadening he clasped the other Jedi's hand. "I don't
think you need to tell me who's name you read on that man's
genitalia. Imagine seeing one's name on such an intimate part
of another's body." It was interesting to watch his friend and
former lover's skin turn an even more fiery shade.
"You have no idea Mace. No idea at all." Qui-Gon suddenly
pinched the bridge of his nose his eyes closing, struggling
against a surge of emotion.
"Qui? . .Are you all right? As a friend tell me what is going
on. Frankly I'm worried about you. Should we take this
somewhere more private?"
"Like last time Mace?" He snorted looking up at the man across
from him his eyes too bright, his smile lopsided. "I'm
perfectly fine really. It's just that so much has happened in
such a brief time I haven't been able to totally assimilate
it."
"You know I'm sorry about that but you weren't exactly doing
great on your own if you recall. I'm still waiting for you to
tell me what is going on between you two."
Mace watched as Qui-Gon's expression turned a little distant.
His Padawan calling he recognized and scanned the dining hall
for the young Jedi in mind-touch with his friend. There he was
loaded down with two food trays talking to that Calamarian
Padawan and her master but he was looking at Qui-Gon. The
intensity of this youth's gaze was startling and the Council
Member found himself trying not to squirm as that predatory
stare raked over him. 'Oh sweet Force now what' he wondered as
he shared his attention between the master and apprentice.
Full focus returning the master nevertheless let himself enjoy
the afterglow of his mental exchange with Obi-Wan. "'Mace do
you remember the games we used to play shortly after we were
knighted? When we were still together."
Relief flooding Windu at the sudden change of subject made him
laugh out loud. "Of course I remember. Being on the Council
doesn't cause amnesia you know."
"Pity" he replied dryly. "I learned a lot from those games. I
was so unsure of myself when I was knighted and that
role-playing helped give me confidence."
"You made such a good dominant Qui but you hated it at first.
Once you got the idea though you ran with it. Even now when
disagreements between the Council and you heat up it I keep
expecting you to have a quirt in your hands. I have to remind
myself that it will not end like it used to." Mace teased.
"It is no joke. I believe I learned those lessons in dominance
too well. When I'm stressed I find myself falling back into the
role far too easily without thought. Using the techniques
against Obi-Wan. I tried to break him to my will out of
jealousy. It was unconscionable of me to abuse him and my
authority so. He hadn't any means to stop me Mace."
"Let it go. It's over." He gave the large hand under his a
squeeze.
"Not for Obi-Wan. It will take some time for me to regain his
trust to repair some of the damage I've caused. He needs
reclaim a measure of freedom and control over his life."
"And apparently over you as well. I sensed something of that
when you entered the dining hall. Near to knighthood or not 'A
Padawan must follow the leadership of his master'."
"When does it cease to be leadership and become control for
control's sake. We are striving for a new equilibrium. What
harm is there to defer to him here on Coruscant during our
private time. It will not disturb our training and working
relationship. I believe it is essential for restoring much
needed balance."
Before he could voice his skepticism Qui-Gon's Apprentice had
appeared beside his master. Mace once again felt the heat of
the younger man's gaze. There was no anger or insolence in it
just that disconcerting intensity.
"I apologize for my delay Master. I have your tray." Obi-Wan
spoke quietly but it galvanized the other man.
Qui-Gon quickly looked up at the youth and blushing anew
snatched his hand from Mace's grasp. A flicker of guilt crossed
the Master's face. "Obi-Wan. Master Windu and I were just
discussing the wishes of the High Council."
"Indeed my Master." Setting the trays down he seated himself
next to Qui-Gon.
"Yes. Your Master was just telling me that all is settled
between you. Do you agree? Can I infer from this that you think
you will once more be able to work with each other
effectively?"
"Oh yes Master Windu. I believe or bond is stronger than
before."
The Apprentice impressed him as both calm and sincere. The
letter of the law had been upheld he didn't have to know what
these two men did in private Mace reasoned with himself.
Patience and time were needed to evaluate this 'equilibrium'.
"Master we will have to eat swiftly if we are to complete our
errand before our scheduled time in the training room."
"Yes Padawan" answered Qui-Gon smiling.
"Errand" the Council Member inquired?
The dreamy cast to the Master's face was back. "Yes, we are
going to visit a tattoo establishment my Apprentice is familiar
with."
"Another tattoo Padawan Kenobi? Have you learned nothing?"
Disbelief colored Mace's words.
Qui-Gon cleared his throat. "Master Windu I am the one who is
procuring a tattoo" he said serenely.
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