Disclaimer: The boys and the rest of the SW universe belong to
Mr. Lucas. I'm just borrowing them, because even fictional
characters need a vacation now and then... I'm not making any
money off this. If I was, I wouldn't be so desperate for
cash...
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Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Q/O. Much smut. In fact, I established a plot in less
than 20 lines. <g>
Spoilers: None.
Summary: The Council requires proof of the depth of Obi-Wan and
Qui-Gon's bond.
Timeline: Before TPM.
Categories: PWP
Acknowledgements: Many thanks to sa, who gave me this plot
bunny.
Author's Note: I don't use betas, so all mistakes are mine. The
sex scene herein was planned differently (I won't say how) but
I got writing and the boys took over. Is it just me, or are
these headers getting awfully long? <g>
Feedback: Of course! Feedback is my drug of choice, and when I
go into withdrawal I stop writing. <g>
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan stood hand in hand before the Jedi Council,
waiting to hear their decision. It was not what they'd
expected, despite having prepared themselves for any response
from total condemnation to a reluctant blessing.
"Not enough, know we," Yoda said, after a moment of
consideration.
Mace Windu nodded his agreement. "I believe a test is in
order."
"A test?" Obi-Wan asked in confusion.
"A test of your emotions, of your connection," Ki-Adi-Mundi
confirmed.
"What shall be required of us?" Qui-Gon asked calmly.
"We would like you to demonstrate your love," Windu replied.
"To consummate your union before us. You will do so this
evening, in these chambers."
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to object, but was quieted by
Qui-Gon's gentle squeeze of his hand. Master and apprentice
nodded their acquiescence and left the council chambers. Before
Obi-Wan could say a word, Qui-Gon was explaining.
"We feared a much worse reaction than we received, my Padawan.
Their request is not unreasonable, and it would reflect badly
upon our bond to refuse it."
"I understand, Master," Obi-Wan said, sighing. "And I hope that
our audience does impact on my... performance."
Qui-Gon's lips quirked a little and he placed a comforting hand
on his apprentice's shoulder. "I will do my best to distract
you," he quipped. Obi-Wan couldn't help but smile.
That evening in their quarters, Obi-Wan shifted nervously,
having just received word that the council awaited them. "I
don't know what they expect, Master," he said. "I don't know
what they want to see."
"Don't think of what they want," Qui-Gon counseled. "Don't
think of them at all. Think only of us, and our bond. Keep you
focus here," he touched his Padawan's chest, above his heart.
Obi-Wan let out a long breath and nodded. Wrapping his cloak
tightly about his body, he followed his Master through the
halls of the Jedi temple.
They arrived in the council chambers to find them illuminated
only by starlight. Shaded figures sat in their customary
circle. At the center of the ring a makeshift pallet had been
laid out. Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan moved to stand next to it.
Facing each other, the lovers did their best to forget the Jedi
that encircled them. Their eyes met and the roles of Master and
Padawan fell away. They were new lovers, still savoring the
knowledge of the other's desire, still exploring the pleasures
of the other's body.
The starlight shone on the silver in Qui-Gon's hair and beard,
giving him, to Obi-Wan, a new radiance. "Qui-Gon," he murmured,
the name falling from his lips easily.
"Beloved," Qui-Gon answered, reaching out to take Obi-Wan in
his arms. They came together for a tender kiss, their bodies
waking to each other.
When their lips met all thoughts of the watching council were
washed from Obi-Wan's mind in a wave of desire. His nervousness
and hesitation were forgotten, and the gentle kiss quickly
turned passionate. Obi-Wan buried his hands in Qui-Gon's hair,
deepening the kiss and pressing their bodies close together.
Fire burned along Qui-Gon's nerves as he felt the hardness of
Obi-Wan's desire grind into his own. Moaning into his lover's
mouth, the older man reached for the clasp at the neck of
Obi-Wan's cloak and released it. The swaths of material slid
from his shoulders, revealing the lean, muscled body beneath.
The brush of cool air across heated skin brought Obi-Wan back
to himself, and he broke the kiss to divest Qui-Gon of his
cloak. The other man was also naked beneath, and Obi-Wan's
hands slid appreciatively over his chest and hips and buttocks.
The younger man bent his head to suckle at one of Qui-Gon's
nipples, teasing the nub into a tight peak. Qui-Gon gasped and
arched into the touch, one hand moving to hold Obi-Wan's mouth
to his chest.
Just as the pleasure would have edged into pain, Obi-Wan
released the nub and blew a stream of air across it, tearing a
shudder of pleasure from Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan delighted in peeling
the layers of control away from the Jedi Master, and as Qui-Gon
drew him down on the pallet, he anticipated shredding that
control entirely.
The firm glide of skin against skin created a new flush of heat
between the two men as Obi-Wan pressed Qui-Gon into the
blankets. Obi-Wan slid up his lover's body to capture Qui-Gon's
lips in a slick kiss. Their cocks touched, sending a spike of
pleasure coursing through both men and cutting the kiss off in
heated moans.
Obi-Wan bit gently at the base of Qui-Gon's neck before
reaching for the oil that had been set out next to the pallet
they now shared. He coated two fingers in the oil and sunk one
quickly into his lover's body. Qui-Gon thrust back against the
invasion, eager for the touch. A second finger joined the first
in it's preparation and was accepted as easily.
Glancing up at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan saw that his Master had thrown
his head back, eyes closed, his whole body focused on his
lover. As Obi-Wan watched, Qui-Gon's tongue flicked out and
wetted his lips. "More," the older main moaned, and Obi-Wan
reached for the oil again, as eager to snap that last bit of
control as Qui-Gon was to lose it.
Obi-Wan withdrew his fingers and placed his cock at the
entrance to Qui-Gon's body. The other man's outstretched arms
gripped the sheets, his legs parted, knees bent, trembling in
anticipation. Obi-Wan entered him slowly, so slowly, his desire
to push Qui-Gon over the edge warring with his need to be
gripped by that tight, hot passage.
Qui-Gon thrust back suddenly, taking the last inches himself.
He cried out a request and Obi-Wan complied, pulling out a
little and sinking back into his lover with a short, fast
stroke. Their rhythm built, and when Obi-Wan leaned into for a
kiss, he met eager lips. Qui-Gon kissed him passionately,
hungrily, all control forgotten.
Qui-Gon came first, crying out Obi-Wan's name, his body
clenching on his lover's cock. Obi-Wan followed quickly,
pouring himself into the other man, words of love on his lips.
They lay exhausted among the tangled, twisted blankets. Obi-Wan
reached out after a moment and found a warm, damp cloth in a
bowl next to the oil. He used it to clean them both up
tenderly.
It was Qui-Gon that fetched their robes and wrapped himself and
his apprentice in their concealing folds before embarrassment
could set in. Qui-Gon sat the edge of the pallet, Obi-Wan
sitting between his knees and leaning back against his chest,
his arms wrapped about his apprentice.
The lights slowly came up, revealing the entirety of the
council. Qui-Gon trusted his embrace to ease Obi-Wan's
discomfort, and waited for their judgement.
"You break past each other's barriers," Mace Windu commented.
"You are a good match," Ki-Adi-Mundi added.
"A strong bond," Yoda said, nodding. "Go. Our blessing, have
you."
The two Jedi rose and bowed respectfully, leaving the council
chambers for their own rooms. Obi-Wan smiled at Qui-Gon
briefly, and took his Master's hand in his own.
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