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
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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!
II. The Hunted
I've tried everything I can think of, but I have to face the
inevitable conclusion that we're going to have to make an
emergency landing. The shuttle is losing power quickly. The
hyperdrive is badly damaged thanks to the stray asteroid that
hit us. We don't have enough power to make it to our
destination, let alone back to one of the more regularly
traveled space corridors. I've run out of options.
I hold back a sigh as I turn to the imposing man sitting calmly
next to me. "Master, I'm afraid I can't repair the damage.
We're going to have to make an emergency landing."
I can hear the concern creep into my voice, just slightly. Not
enough that if I were with anyone other than Qui-Gon Jinn they
would be able to hear it. But I am with my Master and he knows
me better than anyone. He heard. Of that I am sure.
But Sithspawn, the last thing we need is to be forced down on a
backwater planet in the middle of the outer rim. The chances of
anyone picking up the distress beacon out here are slim to
none. Oh I'm not worried that we won't be rescued. The Temple
knew our basic flight plan, they knew when we left and when we
were to arrive at our destination. They also knew that the
shuttle was damaged, not destroyed - we were able to tell them
that before we ventured out of communications range. It
wouldn't be too difficult to extrapolate that we'd needed to
set down and then plot our course.
The problem was that there were dozens if not hundreds of
planets that we could have set down on. To search them all
would take months, if not years. I'd like to be made a Knight
before I reach my dotage thank you very much. That and there's
something I'd like to tell Master Qui-Gon. Hells I'd like to
show him, but I want to be a Knight and his equal before I do.
After all it wouldn't do for an apprentice to confess his
undying lust and love for his Master- and if the feelings
aren't returned I'd like a convenient escape route, like going
off on a solo mission, so I can die from embarrassment in
private.
I'm pulled from my reveries by a voice a smooth as Alderaanian
whiskey. My Master's voice.
"I understand Padawan, it's only through your abilities that we
have managed to make it this far. Most of the planets in this
sector are habitable. Choose the closest one and land. Republic
relays will pass on our distress signal. We shall be picked up
eventually."
I wish I could have his faith in our equipment and our imminent
rescue, but I do as he requests. The nav computer turns up a
few likely planets -they' re probably crawling with smugglers
and pirates. People we'd do well to avoid. The best choice
appears to be one that has been recently visited by
archeologists. I glance over at Master Qui-Gon and see his brow
furrow in that sexy way it does when he's trying to protect me.
I hate it when he does that but still. it's a nice feeling
nonetheless.
He's probably assuming I don't realize the danger we might
face. I'm twenty-three, not three. I've been in combat, in war
situations. I've been held at blaster point, been interrogated
and survived both Master Windu's lightsaber lessons and the
deadly staff of Master Yoda. I sigh inwardly and consign myself
to waiting another few years before I can show him just how
damn grown-up I can be. If he had any idea of the things I
wanted him to do to me, I wanted to do to him. This was
definitely not the time to lose myself in my rather active
fantasies of Qui-Gon the lover. After all, Master might pick up
a stray thought . or notice a more physical side effect.
Forcing myself back to the here and now, I turn to Master
Qui-Gon. "Here Master, the planet of Eira. It is oxygen-rich,
and has a temperate climate. Everything seems to indicate it
will be compatible to all humanoid needs. There has even been
some contact made with indigenous tribes by archeologists
studying this sector's development. They seem to be friendly,
if a bit primitive."
Qui-Gon smiles softly as he examines my choice. Oh, I know he
has faith in me and my abilities. I know too that he thinks I'm
almost ready to take my Trials. He just has this protective
streak in him that spans the galaxy. Always picking up pathetic
life forms, my Master. Force above how I love that - how I love
him. I'd never confess to either though. After all, it's so
much fun to tease him about it. He get so serious and stern
that I sometimes have this overwhelming urge to tickle him till
he cracks, so instead I torment him about his strays. And thank
the Force for his protective streak, which has saved a certain
foolhardy Padawan on more than one occasion.
"Well done, Obi-Wan. Find a place to land near the most
recently contacted tribe. We will make contact with them only
if necessary," he murmurs calmly, patiently watching as I guide
the shuttle to the relative safety of the planet below.
I still can't believe the past month and that I'm the one
living this insane adventure. There were natives waiting for us
when we landed. Force sensitive natives who spoke Standard and
who'd seen our arrival in a vision. We were welcomed as long
lost brothers and taken back to their village. We' d been
'adopted' by the village. It's almost funny really. All of a
sudden we were the pathetic life forms being picked up and
taken care of.
The Triethan have been very kind and generous to us. We've been
given the run of the village, treated as members of their
extended family and given accommodations of our own. I nearly
swallowed my tongue when a few of the young women, and some of
the men, started propositioning me. Sex, it seems, is a common
place thing among the villagers. Generously shared and
pleasurably received. When I declined, one young woman asked if
my mate were the jealous type. I just stood there, gaping.
These people actually thought Qui-Gon and I were.. Mates! I
must have turned every shade of red imaginable as a stammered
out a yes - I figured what Qui-Gon didn't know wouldn't hurt
him and I'd be relieved of anymore speculation. The young woman
took no offense, batted her eyes coquettishly and said that she
could understand well why he would want to keep such a prime
example of manhood all to himself. It took me four hours of
deep meditation to recover my equilibrium and by all that the
Force holds sacred I am never telling Master Qui-Gon about this
incident. I would die of mortification.
He looked at me oddly during dinner and asked what was wrong.
Damn it all why does he have to know me so well?
"It's been a month Master, and still no sign of rescue. Damn it
to the Sith, I'm going mad with waiting." I exclaimed finding
an acceptable excuse for my agitation. Truth was, without
Master Qui-Gon here I probably would have gone crazy. His
presence soothed and comforted me as it always did.
"Perhaps we should begin training again Padawan, as well as
assisting with the daily life of the village. This would give
you something to focus on as well as teach you a lesson in
patience. One that you seem to need. This planet is teeming
with life and it is the perfect place for you to learn how to
be mindful of the living Force." I groaned silently. He always
had a lesson to teach me. Always.
We settled into a routine of sorts. In the afternoons and
evenings we would help the villagers in any way we could. We
learned much of their way of life. A Jedi is always learning.
After all the Code itself says that knowledge is important.
Mornings were devoted to training - hard. We always had an
audience when Master Qui-Gon and I practiced our katas and our
lightsaber drills in the clearing beside the village. This was
probably the reason why the tribal elders approached us. They
seemed to be impressed with our skills as warriors and needed
our advice.
It seemed the villagers were being preyed upon by a 'demon'. It
would attack indiscriminately and what was left of the victim
was not pleasant. They were ripped to shreds. Yet another
attack had taken place that morning, this time it was one of
their finest warriors that had been the victim. The matter was
now getting out of hand as the village could not afford to lose
those that protected it from harm. I felt Qui-Gon's silent
question as he looked over at me, nodding imperceptibly I gave
my consent. How could I not? These people needed help and
aiding people was what a Jedi did. Qui-Gon offered our
assistance in capturing the creature. The village warriors
gratefully accepted. We went hunting.
Together Qui-Gon and I tracked the beast, using the Force to
guide us to the so-called demon's lair. We found an animal
similar to a tybar, which did not appear to be indigenous to
Eira. It was probably left behind by smugglers or pirates or
some other space faring group and it had grown up feral. It was
now old and sick, preying on those weaker than itself. And it
was dying. Painfully. It was being eaten alive by its illness.
So Master Qui-Gon and I did the only humane thing possible. We
gave it a merciful end. The last thing either of us expected
was to be proclaimed heroes or to be inducted as Triethan
warriors and members of the tribe.
The Triethan definitely know how to celebrate. They began the
day the demon died and have lasted all week. Tonight they come
to a conclusion with Qui-Gon and I being made brothers of the
tribe, and warriors in our own right. We had to prove over the
course of the week our value to the tribe through various
displays of skill and prowess. That was the easy part. An
important part of the ritual has involved the drinking of a
tribal concoction meant to cleanse the spirit. Master Qui-Gon
analyzed it and determined it would not kill us so he felt that
we shouldn't insult our hosts by not taking part of this
ritual. So we drank the foul tasting concoction each day at
dawn and dusk.
The potion seemed to have side effects though. It's been harder
and harder to keep my shields up. I find I am picking up stray
thoughts and emotions from Qui-Gon. That shouldn't be
happening. I'm also finding that my emotions are closer to the
surface than ever. Emotions that should be kept buried. My love
for Qui-Gon flirts on the edge of my conscious thought and I
find my personality changing. I. Gods above, I want to be
owned, claimed . taken. I want Qui-Gon to mark me, possess me.
Make me his in such a way that the vapid villagers get the hint
and leave me alone. Yet I also want to mark him, claim him as
my mate, my alpha-male, so those bovin-eyed twits realize that
he's already taken, and the one who has him is just as
possessive and jealous. This loss of control troubles me. It's
going to lead me into a world of trouble - I can feel it. It
has gotten to the point where I need to ask Qui-Gon what to do.
"Master, I'm not sure, but I think that elixir we've been
drinking has - affected me." I murmured softly. We are in our
hut, preparing for the last night of the ceremonies, the
initiation of brotherhood.
"How so Padawan?" came the calm reply. Master Qui-Gon looked so
serene, yet the cracks were beginning to show, just below the
surface.
"I can't seem to maintain my shields as easily as I could
before we started drinking that stuff. And. and I'm catching
stray thoughts and feelings from you." A sharp look and a
slight inhalation of breath tell me this troubles him. Is
Qui-Gon hiding something from me?
"As am I Obi-Wan. All we can do is maintain our shields as best
we can and wait for the stuff to burn itself out of our bodies.
It shouldn't take to long to do so."
I try to seem calm, but Sith - I don't want him to know how I
feel just et - not until I'm a Knight. "Yes, Master." Qui-Gon's
eyes darken to a stormy blue and the look he gives me make me
want to shudder in delicious anticipation. It is so primal,
that look. Shielding has never been so difficult as it is right
now. Force above, I hope I can maintain them.
My shields are gone - I couldn't stop their collapse. The last
cup of that horrific brew scattered them the four winds, but oh
the freedom. I have no restrictions on my thoughts, they flow
like water through my head, quicksilver and light. Everything
is there, on the surface. Thankfully Qui-Gon is the only one
who can read my thoughts and he is avoiding me. A small part of
me wants him to see though, wants him to discover what has been
preying on my soul for these past two years. Why don't you read
my mind Qui-Gon, what are you afraid of?
The heat of the celebration fire warms me even as it lights the
meeting lodge. The ceremonies are over. We are brothers to the
tribe. A sudden summer storm rattles the roof and howls at the
door but inside the celebration reaches its peak. I feel so
carefree, so primitive in my native garb of animal hide
breeches and a form hugging coarse woven shirt, open to my
navel. I know I look good, many of the young men and women have
been eyeing me as if I were a tasty treat, but the heat that
sizzled in Qui-Gon's eyes when he first saw me is the only
approval I want. I feel sensual and wanton. It is an almost
forbidden delight to be this out of control, this careless.
I glance over at my Master. How tightly he holds on to his
control. The heat in his eyes tells another story though - he
wants me, he truly wants me. I smile wickedly, tempting him,
tempting myself. I know I am taking chances, playing fast and
loose, but something inside me goads me on. I don 't want my
calm, placid Master, I want him wild and uncontrolled.
Unburdened by the rules and strictures of our real lives. This
is fantasy, make-believe. We are not Jedi here, we are members
of the tribe - warriors. I want to play with my warrior.
I am suddenly seized and pulled into the circle of dancers. It
is the young woman who first propositioned me those many weeks
ago. She smiles saucily at me.
"He wild for you, you realize? If you keep teasing him like
this you might find yourself mauled." She whispers
conspiratorially. I throw my head back in laughter. How did she
know that this is what I wanted? "Shall we make it harder for
him to resist perhaps?" she continues playfully.
As tempting as the offer is, I gently decline. I need only my
Master. Unbidden, the images spring to mind of my last fantasy.
Qui-Gon hard and hot, pinning me to a wall, taking me almost
violently. Ooh how I love that fantasy.
Another one scrolls through my head, the one where I dance for
Qui-Gon. Unconsciously I begin to mimic my fantasy, moving and
swaying to the beat of the drums. Dancing for my Master, my
lover. my mate. My dance becomes explicit, wanton. I move and
gyrate to the drumbeats, my hips and pelvis thrusting in a
mockery of lovemaking.
I feel his mind brush mind and my head snaps up. Our eyes lock
and my breath catches. Force above, the heat blazing in your
eyes Qui-Gon! I shiver from their fire.
There is knowledge in his gaze. He knows, he has seen my wants,
my needs. He knows how I feel about him - and it doesn't offend
him. Lightly I skim his mind and feel the answering heat and
need. Gods, such passion and power all concealed behind his
Jedi serenity. For me. Its all for me.
But not here, not in a room full of strangers. I have wanted
this for so long, so badly, that I refuse to share it. I try to
resurrect my shields to hide my intent and break away from the
dancing. I need fresh air, rain on my skin. I need Qui-Gon!
Follow me Master, I dare you. Follow and see what you have
unleashed.
As I slip by a group of young warriors I have become friendly
with one of them grabs me. Hador. He has been nursing an
infatuation over me for two weeks now and the alcohol in his
system has made him bold. Before I can stop him he is kissing
me, thrusting his tongue down my throat. I'm stunned and for a
moment do nothing. In my mind I hear the growl of a wild beast.
Master - oh no.
Next thing I know, Qui-Gon is dragging me out of Hador's arms
and out into the storm. He yanks me across the village and into
our hut. The rain has soaked us both through, but the dampness
next to my flesh does little to curb my temper. A Jedi does not
feel anger - so why am I so enraged that I can literally see
red? Isn't this what I wanted? His possession? Of course it is,
but it doesn't mean I have to give in so easily, just bend over
the table and wait for that final, exhilaratingly terrifying
claiming. My blood is hot in my veins and I have this sudden
overwhelming urge to make it difficult for my Qui-Gon.
"What in the hells of the Sith has gotten into you, Qui-Gon?" I
grind out, forcing a confrontation. A look of rage and heat
springs into Qui-Gon's eyes, the look of a predator scenting
his prey. Yes! That is the look I want to see.
"Be careful Obi-Wan," he warns softly. "Be very careful," He
looks wild, feral. His normally tamed hair is wildly tossed,
his eyes gleam with a dangerous light. "Don't you understand
that you are mine? How dare you let that pup touch you!"
Qui-Gon growls, enraged. He is the alpha-male in his full
glory. Protective, possessive, controlling. Oh how delicious he
is. but no, I will not give in so easily my Master, not when I
want more. when I want everything.
So I let my fury catch light, and it warms my cool body. I
crane my neck up, exposing it, and as I had hoped Qui-Gon's
eyes lock on to the exposed flesh. He licks his lips and his
eyes heat my blood to the boiling point.
"I know exactly who I belong to, Master Qui-Gon. I belong to
myself, and to whomever I choose to share myself with. You are
my teacher, nothing more - by your own choice!" I snarl in
sudden rage. He is so damn sure of himself. The ego, the
arrogance to think I will submissively bow to whatever whims he
so desires me to.
A predatory smile spreads over his face. He seems almost
overjoyed by my defiance. I sense a great deal of satisfaction
from him and. oh Sith, perhaps this is a game I should not have
played. I have forgotten that this is no pitten to be played
with, this man before me is a grown and hungry tybar. And I
have just dangled the most tantalizing bait in front of him.
Before I realize just what is happening I am slammed into the
wall behind me, Qui-Gon pushing his massive body into me,
rubbing against me. I can feel the thick pole of his erection
grind into my stomach. He is so huge! I've seen Qui-Gon naked
but he as always been un-aroused and I have tried avoid the
temptation to look. Now I wish I had paid more attention
because this bar of flesh is enormous. And he wants to bury it
inside me, that much is very obvious. A cold finger of fear
slides down my spine.
My mouth is claimed in a brutal kiss. Qui-Gon ravishes my lips
and mouth, scouring it with his tongue and teeth, devouring me.
I try to shove him back, away, even as I try to breath but
Qui-Gon has me overpowered and pinned to the wall. I moan, part
ecstasy part fear, as I let myself go limp in his embrace. I
hear his animal-like groans of pleasure as I do so. It is an
old trick, feigning surrender, but one I hope he falls for. I
have to get away, regroup. I am being swallowed whole, sucked
into the maelstrom that is Qui-Gon Jinn.
He releases his adamantine grip on me. It is all I need. Using
a combination of the Force and my own strength I shove against
him, send him staggering back and bolt for the door. I need to
put some distance between us, and fast. Using Jedi enhances
speed I retreat into the storm-tossed blackness of the night.
As Master Windu once told me, sometimes discretion is the
better part of valor.
I feel the predatory joy that engulfs Qui-Gon through our bond.
He is following, tracking me. I feel his shadowy image stalk
after me into the night, his mind casting about in the dark to
find me. I try to re-assemble my destroyed shields, try to make
myself a ghost in the night. But I sense him.
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