Warnings: this is a story with M/M sex - particularly M/M sex
between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan, so if you don't like this sort of
stuff hit the delete key now - otherwise you asked for it :)
Spoilers: None
Feedback: If you like it I'd love to hear from you.
Disclaimer: These two handsome men belong to George Lucas, the
events surrounding them are mine <g>
Dedicated to my friends who're the best a girl could ask for -
you guys make me wanna write, and to Pawprints who gave me
leave to write this monster of a story and damn did it feel
good! And to my betatrixes Chris, Heather and Holly - you guys
were inspirational!
III. The Claiming
Obi-Wan could feel it, somewhere at the edge of his
consciousness. There was a predator hunting him, a wild thing -
hungry and out of control. He ran like the wind, making for his
hiding place - a hunting lodge that one of the young men of the
tribe had shown him a few weeks before. Hopefully by the time
he was caught some of the wildness would have been leeched away
by the night and the rain. Obi-Wan had no illusions of hiding
himself. He would be caught. It was only a matter of time.
Breaking through the undergrowth, the exhausted young man flung
himself through the door to the lodge, bolting it behind him
and using a bit of the Force to brace it. Leaning back against
the door, Obi-Wan sucked in great lungfuls of air, his chest
heaving from the exertions of running at Force-enhanced speeds.
He had not only been running from his Master but from his own
demons. He too felt the hunger of the chase, the wild lust of
mate stalking mate. His body hummed with it, desired it - that
claiming, the end result of this headlong race into the night.
He wanted.
Pushing himself away from the door, Obi-Wan built a fire in the
central pit with wood stacked in the corner of the room. Soon a
roaring blaze chased away the chill of the night and
illuminated the large lodge. It was a one-room structure, with
a central fire pit for both cooking and warmth. Surrounding the
fire pit were large pallets of soft furs for sleeping and
benches for sitting. Cooking utensils and supplies were in easy
reach of the fire and the huge wood slab table next to it. The
windows were shuttered tightly against the outside weather.
Firelight seeped through the cracks into the night, acting like
beacons in the dark. Flames painted the walls in a chiaroscuro
relief of dark and light, ever shifting and dancing in the
primal rhythms of destruction and rebirth.
It was a comfortable, if rough place, he thought as he stripped
off his saturated clothing, laying it close to the fire to dry.
Wrapping himself in one of the sleeping furs, Obi-Wan sat down
on one of the benches and brought his knees up to his chin,
curling into himself to preserve his body heat. Laying his head
on his knees, Obi-Wan watched the hypnotic dance of the flames,
never realizing that they were lulling him to sleep.
The soft glimmer of firelight led the hunter to his prey just
as surely as the pull of mind to mind did. He moved though the
inky blackness in total silence - no crack of twig or whisper
of movement giving him away. Qui-Gon could almost scent his
mate's passage this way in the still night air, and his lust
sharpened.
Approaching the structure cautiously, he circled it and used
both inner and outer sight to check for weaknesses. Obi-Wan had
placed a sort of lock on the door, barricading it with the
Force. Any attempt to enter that way or to remove it would
alert the younger man of Qui-Gon's exact location, waking him
from the sleep that Qui-Gon had teased him into. As it was,
Obi-Wan could sense his proximity, although it was a clouded
perception due to another suggestion of the Force.
He would have to gain entry a different way. A little more
probing of the lodge's integrity and he had his way in. With
the skill of a master thief, Qui-Gon worked open one of the
shutters, making sure that not a breath of air or hint of sound
alerted his mate to his presence. Vaulting the sill lithely,
Qui-Gon shut and secured it and all other windows using the
same trick Obi-Wan had. Locking them in for the night.
The sight that met his eyes did little to bank the inferno
burning within him. Soft, spiky hair glinted copper-gold in the
fire's glow and ivory skin was dusted with the luster of gold
where the sleep fur had slipped, exposing the elegant curve of
neck and spine to the light. Qui-Gon hungered.
Stripping his clothes from his aroused body, Qui-Gon prowled
silently up behind his Obi-Wan and wrapped his long arms around
the slumbering man, locking him into place even as he awoke
Obi-Wan to his presence. The hard, strong body beneath him
stiffened in denial as Obi-Wan's head snapped up in awareness,
exposing his throat to the hungry mouth of his hunter.
Teeth sank into the creamy expanse of throat, marking,
claiming. A promise kept. Obi-Wan moaned in heat and pain as
blood rushed to the abused skin, forming bruises for all to
see. It was a sign of possession.
Laving the bite with soothing strokes of his tongue, Qui-Gon
gentled his anxious lover with patient touches and soft kisses,
only to nip at the delicious flesh once again when he was
overwhelmed by the need to taste his mate. "Mine," he whispered
hotly into the shell of a perfect ear. "Mine and no one else's.
No one else will see you like this, taste you like this, touch
and mark you, make you scream in ecstasy. No one but me!"
Hunger was a beast that clawed at him, tore it's way free from
the fragments of civilization that had tenaciously clung to
Qui-Gon. Nothing, not even his precious Jedi training, remained
of the Master. The only thing left was the need to claim to
possess and penetrate, to brand his mate indelibly with his
sign of ownership.
The scent of pheromones filled the air, both his and his mates.
In a quicksilver move Qui-Gon tore away the fur covering,
baring Obi-Wan's body to his scorching gaze. Obi-Wan arched his
back, exposing more of his chest, thrusting his hips out in an
age old sign of submission, displaying his want and need. his
willingness to be claimed. Obi-Wan's phallus gleamed red bronze
in the light, pearls of ejaculate slipping from it's weeping
tip.
A feral growl burst forth and Obi-Wan was captured in powerful
arms and pressed face down onto the table. He struggled
half-heartedly. He was not about to make this easy, or quick.
He wanted it long and drawn out, a battle for dominance he
ultimately wanted to lose. Once more, the decision was taken
from him. A strong hand held him firmly down on the table, only
to be replaced with the Force. He heard the rending of fabric
then felt with disbelief as first one wrist then the next was
brought behind his back and secured with a length of torn
fabric, rendering him completely helpless and vulnerable.
Obi-Wan fought back, heaving up and back trying to shake off
the overpowering man above and behind him. A feral snarl was
the only warning as teeth once more sank into flesh, this time
drawing a drop of blood from his right shoulder. A growl, and
then it was licked and soothed. "Mine... say it. MINE!"
"Yours Master, always and forever yours, no one else's. PLEASE
QUI-GON!" Obi-Wan screamed as lust-fire heat raced through his
already aroused body, burning away old perceptions and beliefs,
searing away the single soul that once resided in his writhing
body, replacing it with an entwined one. One where he was both
possessed and possessor. Captive and captor, but nevermore
alone in his existence.
Lips and hands began to move over perfect flesh, learning every
curve, dip and hollow. Obi-Wan's backbone was delineated with a
series of love bites, turning the thin covering of skin a
delicate pink. Hands roamed over the broad expanse of shoulder,
tracing sinewy muscles before curving underneath to gently
abrade aroused nipples, pinching them delicately, adding the
sharp spice of pleasure-pain. Every inch of Obi-Wan's back,
waist and arms was tasted and learned by touch.
Qui-Gon moved away briefly to retrieve a pillow, then, placing
the cushion under Obi-Wan's secured hands and the small of
back, his lover was turned over so this too could be claimed.
Obi-Wan's collarbone was traced delicately by a mobile tongue,
the hollow of his throat teased with sucking kisses as hands
pulled at and teased the already aroused nipples. Lips followed
the path of hands, tasting what had been only touched before,
mapping uncharted territory with taste and scent.
Obi-Wan moaned, low and breathlessly, a primal mating cry. His
head tossed restlessly and his phallus wept a constant rain of
pre-ejaculate. His muscles involuntarily seized and contracted
as he tried to thrust into the embrace, tried to deny his
capture. This only drew Qui-Gon's attention downwards to a flat
stomach defined by washboard abdominal muscles, each one
precisely traced by moist lips, and the erotic indentation of
naval that had to be tasted thoroughly.
Moving lower still, Qui-Gon nuzzled the auburn thicket of
curls, breathing deeply the musk of his lover. The throbbing
erection before him was bathed in long, rough licks, the
flavors of salt and semen bursting over his tastebuds. Moaning
as thirst overpowered him, Qui-Gon swallowed the tumescent
shaft without warning, right down to its base.
Obi-Wan cried out in shocked pleasure as his sensitized penis
was engulfed in steamy moistness. Qui-Gon had relaxed his
throat so that Obi-Wan's entire length was swallowed all at
once. Qui-Gon began to fuck Obi-Wan with his mouth, moving up
and down rapidly, all the while applying a strong suction even
as he undulated his throat muscles.
Qui-Gon ran his hands up and down Obi-Wan's flanks before
playing with the taut, full balls beneath, and lightly tickling
a finger across the younger man's perineum and anus. It was too
much. Obi-Wan's back arched in a rictus of pleasure and he
howled in his completion, shattering the sex-laden silence of
the room.
Qui-Gon swallowed rapidly, drinking down the salty fluid that
pulsed down his throat. He licked and suckled his lover's cock
until only the last mouthful of Obi-Wan's ejaculate remained.
Crawling up over his lover's body, Qui-Gon leaned down and took
the panting lush mouth, sharing with Obi-Wan the taste of his
own pleasure.
Obi-Wan's tongue lashed the insides of Qui-Gon's mouth,
tasting, learning, expressing his needs in the only physical
way he could. Qui-Gon pulled back and took in the glittering
sea-storm eyes, the flushed perspiring face, the savage look of
lust and grinned. Obi-Wan was ready for the claiming.
Looking up into Qui-Gon's blue-black gaze, Obi-Wan's reserve
finally gave out. "Sith damn you Qui-Gon, do it, I want you in
me! FUCK ME!"
The coarse, dirty word coming from his elegant and gentlemanly
young mate was more than Qui-Gon could take. "You want to be
fucked my love? Very well - you will be!"
Flipping Obi-Wan over, Qui-Gon stuffed the pillow beneath his
young lover's hips. Spying what he needed, Qui-Gon snagged the
pot of cooking oil even as he knelt behind Obi-Wan and finally
separated the firm ass cheeks, which had tormented him for
years. He groaned at the feast that was now exposed to him.
The perfect arch of hip and spine, the firm, muscled ass
cheeks, and the shadowy cleft that framed the puckered entrance
to his Obi-Wan's body was laid out before him - his to claim,
and his alone. Running his tongue lightly down the cleft,
Qui-Gon heard and felt Obi-Wan react with a shocked gasp and
the jerking of his body.
Plying his tongue harder, he rimmed the younger man, savoring
the dark taste of musk and sweat and arousal that played on his
tongue. Making his tongue a spear of flesh he began to relax
the virgin entrance awaiting him, slowly prodding Obi-Wan's
anus with ever deepening thrusts. When Obi-Wan began to moan
and buck back against the intrusion, Qui-Gon removed his tongue
and slipped a well oiled finger inside, feeling the tight ring
of muscles clamp down, then relax to allow him entrance.
The finger moved in and out, imitating a more powerful claiming
to come, seeking and finding Obi-Wan's prostate. He brushed
against the bundle of nerves, causing Obi-Wan to shiver, moan
and thrust back harder to recapture the dark pleasure of that
touch. Removing his finger, Qui-Gon replaced it with two
heavily oiled fingers, repeating the same ritual of twisting
and stretching and arousing. As three fingers were slipped
inside, Qui-Gon began to masturbate Obi-Wan with his other
hand, gently massaging and pulling the once more erect phallus
of his love, causing the dual sensation of taking and being
taken. Obi-Wan was panting breathlessly, moaning and grinding
his hips into the tabletop, silently begging to be taken.
Releasing his grip on Obi-Wan's shaft, Qui-Gon stood, using his
now free hand to oil his own massive cock, making sure it was
well prepared. Slipping the fingers free of Obi-Wan's body, he
quickly pushed the tip of his cock inwards, breaching the tight
muscles before Obi-Wan had a chance to contract them. "Yesssss"
he growled.
"Gods - Qui-Gon!" Obi-Wan wailed, thrusting backwards, impaling
himself even more. Pleasure and pain combined in a star bright
conflagration of heat and lust. He bit down on his lip, drawing
blood as Qui-Gon continued to sink into him - until, finally,
he felt thigh slap against thigh.
Qui-Gon blanketed Obi-Wan, gentling his restive movements with
loving bites and kisses, soothing him as he would a skittish
animal. He rested inside the tight, heated channel that was his
alone, waiting for Obi-Wan to adjust to his presence within
him. He had patience. He wanted Obi-Wan to enjoy this, for no
other would have him from this moment on, and Qui-Gon needed
his mate to enjoy his possession.
Finally, imperceptibly, muscles loosened and relaxed. Qui-Gon
withdrew almost entirely, only to slowly penetrate Obi-Wan
again. Again and again his love was released and reclaimed,
until Obi-Wan began to thrust backwards in tandem to Qui-Gon's
lazy movements, but at a much more rapid pace. Taking the hint,
Qui-Gon picked up the tempo, moving within Obi-Wan faster and
faster until hips slapped against hips and the younger man was
all but slammed into the table repeatedly.
At first he thought it was the sound of sex, of bodies slapping
together, of sweat running and moans escaping, but slowly the
noise grew. "Yes yes yes yes.." Obi-Wan was chanting over and
over, each repetition progressively louder than the last until
he was screaming his pleasure, bucking and thrusting backwards,
impaling himself on his captor, his hunter. "QUI-GONNNNNN"
Obi-Wan heaved off the table, slamming himself back into his
Master, muscles clenching and spasming as he came in great
pulsing streams.
Roaring as Obi-Wan's muscles squeezed his over-sensitive cock,
Qui-Gon came, flooding his lover, marking him forever as
Qui-Gon's.
Collapsing on top of Obi-Wan he gently bit the exposed neck
underneath him, completing the possession. The alpha had
claimed his mate.
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