Summary: this was inspired by the story 'bonding through the
years' and written with permission in that universe, though not
precisely as a part of that universe. an au of an au... qui
accompanies obi on a visit home.
Warnings: mush
Notes: i love my squash! i've have a terrible, horrible, no
good very bad day.... and this is the result. a cleansing, if
you wil. many thanks to deb also-known-as-ann for her
generosity in letting me play in her world. i hope she's
pleased with the result. thanks to mama for plot help and iro
for a fast beta, but i left before she could finish it, so all
mistakes are mine. as usual.
The soft touch of breath, warm and sweet, tickled Qui-Gon's
nose as he slowly came awake, aware now of the warm weight that
pressed him into the berth.
The weight on his body so perfectly matched the presence in
his mind that he didn't even try to separate them. It was all a
part of the same, and the same was his bondmate, who often woke
before he did and sought affection in this manner.
//I know you're awake.// The softly teasing thought was
matched by the lips that nibbled gently at his chin. //There's
nowhere to go and not much to do...//
//Imp.//
Shifting, bringing his arms up to hold the lithe body loosely,
the older Jedi didn't open his eyes, but called on extensive
memory to visualize his lover.
With his hair mussed from sleep and his eyes soft, Obi-Wan
always looked younger in the mornings. Sleek and strong, with
his edges blurred by rest.
//And you look like a big sleepy cat, Quigee.//
With a low rumble of happiness, Qui-Gon tilted his head to rub
his face against Obi-Wan's and felt the giggle that his
bondmate would never allow to escape his lips skitter on the
Force between them.
//Such a serious young man.// Opening his mouth, Qui-Gon
suckled on a patch of skin right over the cheekbone, and
allowed his pleasure at the taste of the skin there, sweet and
slightly salty, to translate to Obi-Wan.
//Force, yes...// The weight grew heavier as Obi-Wan settled
more fully atop him, his legs outside of Qui-Gon's, their
groins pressed tightly together, only the beginnings of arousal
starting to stir.
Ever since the first time, when Obi-Wan had finally realized,
almost with shock, that what he had waited for had finally
happened - that his perception of his bondmate had changed,
without his awareness - all that they had learned of being
soul-bonded had come true. Neither had even looked at another
with interest, and the very thought of allowing anyone else
this close to them was repugnant.
In fact, Qui-Gon, who knew that he had been considered a
somewhat aloof man from the time the bond began, had become
even more so, wanting only the company of his bondmate, to the
disappointment of old friends. Fortunately Obi-Wan still worked
at his friendships, especially with those childhood friends
like Bant, and encouraged his bondmate to do the same.
Turning his head, he searched for Obi-Wan's mouth and it
quickly covered his own, slick tongue slipping inside to dance
with Qui-Gon's own, and mutual sighs of satisfaction eased from
them.
Strong hands stroked his shoulders as Qui-Gon gently kneaded a
muscular back, immersing himself in the warmth of smooth skin
and the sweet taste of his lover's mouth.
//You always taste good.// Obi-Wan sighed mentally, the sound
echoing the physical. //Sometimes I can't stand to be more than
a few feet away from you, sometimes I want the taste of you
more than my next breath.//
//We are never apart, beloved.// Qui-Gon chided tenderly,
understanding the emotions, as he felt them just as deeply.
//Though if I could keep you within arm's reach forever, you
know that I would.// It had been a good thing, he reflected,
allowing Obi-Wan to join the reminiscence, that they had put
off the final bonding as long as they had. The strength of it
had startled both men, the depth of the need, and how quickly
it had grown.
//The Force works in mysterious ways.// Obi-Wan intoned
sonorously, in imitation of a particularly pedantic Jedi master
who taught at the Academy, earning a mental chuckle from his
lover, whose mouth was too busy to bother with things like
words. Qui-Gon's hands were sliding up Obi-Wan's shoulders, the
back of his neck, and then cupping the back of his head as the
kiss deepened yet further.
//If we were any closer we would be one being, and this
wouldn't be near so much fun.//
//My thoughts exactly.// Bringing his knees up the larger man
cradled his lover on top of himself, long arms wrapped from
Obi-Wan's ribs to his head, legs slithering around the sturdy
ones beside and now entangled with his own.
He didn't want to be the same person. He loved his bondmate
precisely because of the ways they were different, and rejoiced
when those differences could be bound together, however
briefly, in the flesh.
//Sometimes we manage to become one for longer than a few
minutes.// Obi-Wan observed, his own arms sliding beneath his
lover, using a touch of the Force to lift Qui-Gon's shoulders
so that they were both comfortable. //As you said, beloved, we
have nowhere to go and not much to do.//
Long kisses, scarcely broken for breath, were indulged in, for
some immeasurable amount of time. Flesh hardened and begged,
eventually demanded, but they both held off, knowing that their
mutual goal was to make this last as long as it could. Not
because there was any special reason or because this was any
special day, though it was, of sorts. But because they could,
and it pleased them to do so.
//Right - there...mmmm// Obi-Wan shifted and sighed when
Qui-Gon's hand obediently went to the exact place he needed it
to be, and caressed with just the right mount of pressure to
make him shudder softly. He slipped his own hands back down,
between them, using only his fingertips to lightly stroke
Qui-Gon's flanks on either side, which made the bigger man
shudder and moan into their kiss as this very erogenous spot
for him was stimulated.
//I love that spot.// Obi-Wan shared his impression of it; the
way the skin stretched tight just above the hipbone, which was
covered with just the right amount of muscle to make it
comfortable when he was held there. Silken and somehow hotter
to the touch than the rest of his lover's torso, the flanks
were especially sensitive to light touches as he was treating
them to now.
//I love the way you touch me.// Qui-Gon moaned softly again,
and shuddered, the teased skin rippling with sensation.
//Harder, please, beloved.//
Obi-Wan complied with the request before it was completed,
knowing what his bondmate wanted and needed. Their bodies began
to rock gently, almost unnoticed, as they drifted deeper into
the bond, twining themselves still tighter together.
The musky scent of arousal rose in the air and they breathed
it greedily, needing more to fuel the fire within them.
//Soon.// Qui-Gon panted, pulling his mouth away, opening his
eyes at last. His mental vision once again fell short of the
reality as Obi-Wan met his gaze, teeth bared slightly, and
pushed up on his elbows, rocking harder.
//Sooner.// The younger man grunted softly, shifting, sliding
his legs from beneath Qui-Gon's and pulling himself up to
straddle his lover, keeping their faces pressed close together,
his hands going behind him to steady and aim.
Qui-Gon could form no words, mental or otherwise, as his
bondmate slowly sat, taking the large cock into himself with
the ease of long practice, and then the older man shoved his
own body up, half-sitting, reaching for Obi-Wan to hold him as
closely as he could, settling deep inside him.
//Destined to fit together, we are.// Obi-Wan teased
breathlessly, a shimmer of joy lighting the words.
//Ever perfect, ever mine.// Beyond thought, Qui-Gon answered
with artless honesty, the power of the moment, as always,
stripping him of any distance he had left. There wasn't much of
it and he released it gratefully to feel the man in his arms.
Doubled up, he wasn't in a position to thrust, but Obi-Wan was
moving for them both, rising and falling in the same rhythm as
they breathed, the rhythm their hearts pounded in, perfectly in
sync, as close as any two people were ever going to be, in
mind, body, and soul.
Using one arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders to anchor them
together, he slid the other between them to caress the younger
man's straining cock. Orgasm and physical completion were
secondary goals here, but it was rushing to them faster now and
he could only hang on as Obi-Wan arched backward, his hands
gripping the broad shoulders convulsively, body taut like a
stretched band, and then, eyes fluttering closed, he bared his
teeth in a desperate grimace and held himself thus as his seed
spilled between them, over the stroking hand, and his lover
clutched him tighter, closer, and filled him with blissful
heat.
Rolling back down, still holding Obi-Wan as close as he could,
Qui-Gon shook for long moments, unable to form thoughts, the
exchange of emotions between them far more powerful than the
physical release had been.
//This is addictive.// Obi-Wan sighed at last, body easing
from its tightness into complete relaxation. //It's a wonder we
ever get out of bed at all.//
Qui-Gon laughed out loud, the sound booming in the small
cabin, bouncing off the walls, and quickly the lighter baritone
of Obi-Wan's laugh joined it.
Evening found them on the flight deck of the small ship, which
had been sent for them two days before. Casually pressed
together, arms around each others' waists, they waited for the
final clearance to land. There was a tension to Obi-Wan that
Qui-Gon recognized, but it was nothing compared to the
trepidation the older man felt.
He had not seen Obi-Wan's family since that day nearly
eighteen years ago, when Lars Kenobi had courageously forced
himself to hand his three-year-old son to the man they both
knew was the focus of Obi-Wan's life, even then.
Their parting words had not been harsh, but distraught, and
them Wenshele Kenobi - Senate representative of Mura and mother
of Obi-Wan Kenobi - had made it clear that she hated the Jedi
and all that they stood for, the loss of her child and the love
they should have shared too much to overcome even Qui-Gon's
rescue of her family.
"They don't think much of the Jedi." Obi-Wan said softly, as
if musing. He pressed closer to his bondmate. "The last time I
visited Mother asked me to wear civilian clothes instead of
Jedi garb, so that people would not be offended by my
presence."
That had been the occasion of his parent's twentieth
anniversary, which had come during the dark time of their
lives, after Xanatos and before Qui-Gon was allowed to take
Obi-Wan as his Padawan, as had always been intended.
"You never mentioned that." Hurt for his lover, Qui-Gon
dropped a kiss to the top of the sandy blond head, which was
darker now, the auburn threatening to take over.
"You were shielding so tightly those days...I didn't think you
needed the extra worry." A generous smile rewarded his
affection and Qui-Gon felt his breath catch.
"I've felt it more often recently." He answered, allowing
warmth and comfort to infuse the bond. "We are not as welcome
in many places as we once were."
"My Father said that Jedi cannot be trusted, because just as
we guard one faction one year, the next we may side with the
other, as the Senate shifts."
"This is how it has always been." It was a reasonable system
and it had worked well for thousands of years. But the Republic
was vast and there would never be enough Jedi to patrol it as
they once had.
"Many feel that we're out of touch with the people we serve,
that our abilities with the Force have made us cold and
uncaring."
Listening to his bondmate, Qui-Gon detected the well-hidden
anxiety beneath the casual words, every Jedi who left the
Temple was aware of this perception, and he replied to them.
"Does your family think that you have become so?"
"I am not the boy I was." Obi-Wan hedged, leaning into the
strength that held him, head on Qui-Gon's shoulder.
"I adored the boy and I cherish the man." Wrapping him in an
embrace, the older man reminded him gently of the way he used
to comfort the younger; with hugs of the Force, sent sometimes
over tremendous distances, when Obi-Wan had been smaller and
more vulnerable and more apt to allow such. //I love you.//
These words were seldom spoken out loud, but echoed in the
bonded minds several times a day, the emotions too powerful to
be expressed with air and sound.
The pilot of the ship, who had been civil and polite during
the journey, but left them essentially alone, knocked now on
the closed door to announce his presence. The two Jedi
separated, leaving a few inches between them, before he stepped
onto the light deck. Despite their feelings, or perhaps because
of them, ever since they completed their bond they had both
been more aware of the dignity of their positions and took
pains to present themselves as Jedi should be perceived when
outside the Temple and away from their own. This image
undoubtedly contributed to the perception of Jedi as cold and
unfeeling, but it was necessary for diplomatic relations and
occasionally required subterfuge.
"We have landed." The man, dressed in the colors of his house,
said calmly, and Qui-Gon noted that they had indeed. Caught up
in their bond, he and his lover had not noticed.
The pilot bowed to them, and left them alone again. They were
here for Owen's wedding to the woman he had chosen, whom
Obi-Wan knew only as Beru. Because of his mother's position
with the Senate there would be Senate members and important
guests from all over the Quadrant as well, but this private
ship had been sent for the two of them because of Obi-Wan's
family - and the fact that they had been nowhere near Coruscant
when the date of the wedding arrived. They had, in fact, just
barely managed to wrap up the previous mission in time to leave
as scheduled.
But peace reigned on Callodora Six, a new treaty between the
three warring factions of farmers there was set into place, and
here they were.
//Ready, beloved?// Qui-Gon queried gently as the ramp lowered
slowly, revealing a small gathering of family and family
friends, all of whom looked eager to see him again. //As long
as you are by my side.//
With his head held high, arms tucked into the sleeves of his
robe, lightsaber visible at his belt, Obi-Wan stepped from the
ship and strode down the ramp. Beside him, Qui-Gon walked in
step, doing his best to draw in the aura of authority he knew
he commanded and give the spotlight to his bondmate, who had
not been seen on his home planet in nearly a decade.
//I will never be anywhere else.// The Jedi Master promised,
perhaps rashly, but the intention was true and they both
understood the limitations of their lives.
Quietly, Obi-Wan greeted the first of the friends that had
come to meet him, remembering many names but not all, being
introduced to those he did not know. No one spoke to Qui-Gon,
nor made any reference to him other than to stare or frown, but
he was set in his composure and not disturbed by these
reactions. The concept of a soulbond was scarcely known outside
of the Jedi, and for Obi-Wan to introduce him as such would
bring more questions than it would answer, and so he was merely
there, without explanation, though he was sure that most of
them had at least heard rumors of their true relationship.
Obi-Wan's family - father, mother, brother, and a pretty young
woman that must be Beru, Owen's betrothed, came to them
quickly, and his Father shook Obi-Wan's hand and said "Welcome
home, son." as if he meant it.
Wenshele hugged him and Obi-Wan closed his eyes, allowing it,
while Lars turned his gaze to Qui-Gon.
"Master Jinn."
"Lord Kenobi." He dipped his body into a bow, and was mildly
startled when a hand was proffered. Shaking it, he felt the
tremor that ran through the other man, and smiled at him,
gently.
"It has been a long time."
"To me it often seems like only days have passed." Qui-Gon
replied softly, his eyes on Obi-Wan, who was now greeting his
brother with more enthusiasm, bowing low over Beru's hand. Owen
slapped him firmly on the back, looking pleased, and Obi-Wan
laughed.
The welcome faded from Lars' handsome face, to be replaced by
melancholy.
"Here the years have passed more slowly. Like honey on a cold
day."
Unsure of how to respond, Qui-Gon settled for another nod.
"We've aired your room for you, the one next to mine." Owen
was telling Obi-Wan, as people pulled away to give them some
privacy but Obi-Wan ever moved.. "So you can sneak in during
the night if you want to play."
Involuntarily Qui-Gon smiled, remembering the nights when
Obi-Wan was small. The restless toddler had gloried in sneaking
out of his room and waking his older brother, the two of them
playing in the dimly lit bedroom until Qui-Gon noticed, which
took a few minutes or longer, depending on what he was doing at
the time, and cajoled Obi-Wan back to bed. Owen could not have
known, then, why Obi-Wan always left so happily, but he hadn't
seemed to mind, and the two boys had never been caught during
their nocturnal play sessions.
Wenshele gave Qui-Gon a sharp look, and frowned at her older
son as she grasped the import of the conversation and Qui-Gon's
expression. Passing the older Jedi, she leaned close enough to
speak in a near whisper, her words angry and hurt.
"Another part of his life stolen from me."
Obi-Wan's head snapped around as Qui-Gon absorbed the hurt of
those words, and an awkward silence fell, Wenshele leaving them
standing alone.
"Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan's voice was steady and he did not reach for
the bond, perhaps not wanting to shut out his brother and
father as they watched.
"It is - understandable, Obi-Wan. Concern yourself not with my
feelings." The older man nodded toward the retreating figure.
"I'll get our bags." He nodded at his lover, silently
encouraging him to spend some time with his family.
The pilot had left the two small bags at the foot of the ramp
and the older Jedi went to collect them, coming back in time to
hear Beru's nervous words.
"Your Master - you've really been bonded with him since you
were born? Wasn't that - awkward?"
"Not for me." Obi-Wan spoke as they walked across a parklike
section, toward one of several large houses that bordered it.
"I never knew anything different, and Qui-Gon was, like, this
light in my head. It made me feel safe no matter what."
Both of the other young people looked at the Jedi Master, who
kept his gaze serene.
But offered no comment.
"Well, that's nice." Beru said softly, giving him a smile.
Uncertain, but willing to be friends. Qui-Gon smiled back, more
than politely, and gently steered away Obi-Wan's mental query.
//Later, beloved. They want to talk to you, they deserve your
full attention.//
//I haven't given anyone but you my full attention for
years.// Obi-Wan replied, distractedly.
//Perhaps I've been too involved in your life...// A rare
flicker of guilt strung between them, and Obi-Wan stopped
walking, turned to his bondmate, and glared mildly.
"You have been everything I needed you to be." The words were
stern. Owen and Beru were watching with barely concealed
interest.
"Padawan..." Gently warning, flustered by the attention,
Qui-Gon drew further into himself, but he did not shield his
mind further. And he did not move away when Obi-Wan stepped
closer to him, touching his chest, spreading one hand there,
over his heart. Unable to stop himself, Qui-Gon covered that
hand with one of his own. Emotion sparked between them, almost
visible.
Suddenly aware that the others were staring, Qui-Gon broke the
moment, stepping away again, and Obi-Wan ducked his head
slightly, as if aware that he was being rude.
//I didn't mean to push. I'm sorry.// He told his Master,
abashed.
//I will give you anything you want. You know that.// His
Master replied as Obi-Wan turned away again, giving his brother
an embarrassed smile. With a chuckle Owen slapped him on the
back again.
"You used to do that when we were little, too." He commented,
sounding cheerful, turning his attention to his betrothed,
slipping her arm though his. "We'd be playing along, happy as a
pair of Borra pups, and then, boom, he'd be gone. There'd be
this smile on his face, this goofy smile. And he was only a
baby, really."
//I didn't realize it was that obvious then.// Obi-Wan
murmured to his bondmate.
//I tried, beloved. Tried very hard to stay out of your life
as much as I could, but it was hard.//
"Did it hurt your feelings?" Beru asked, catching Obi-Wan's
eye. They were entering the third of the large houses, by a
side door, and walking through a pleasantly appointed common
room, which was empty.
"Not really." Owen said, sounding like he meant it. "I always
stole the last sweets when it happened."
"Hey!" Obi-Wan laughed out loud. "I'd forgotten that!"
His laugh drew a smile from Qui-Gon and Beru laughed too.
"This way." Obi-Wan turned off, leading the way to the rooms.
"I remember running down these halls."
"You missed some stuff. When I was about ten I figured out
that if you run with your feet wrapped you can slide really
well."
Beru shook her head.
"I hope our children don't figure it out."
"If there is a way to make something exciting, children will
find it." Qui-Gon spoke up. "The initiates at the Temple always
do."
"So what kind of trouble did my little brother find to get
into?"
"Let me see..." Watching Obi-Wan's eyes widen, Qui-Gon
grinned. "There was the time he decided that he was ready to
swim in the deep end of the training pool. He was six, and not
allowed to do so until the age of eight. So he waited until
after lights out, snuck out of the creche and into the
poolroom, and climbed to the very top of the tallest diving
board..."
Glancing at his lover, who was rolling his eyes, Qui-Gon
paused.
//You have to tell them this?// Obi-Wan sounded exasperated.
"And when he got there he couldn't jump. He wasn't afraid of
the jump...but he decided that the water might be cold."
Qui-Gon allowed a low chuckle to escape him. He'd been highly
amused by Obi-Wan's decision, and the way the sturdy little boy
had resolutely chosen to not be scared.
"So what did he do?"
"He sat up there most of the night, waiting for the water to
warm up, and I woke up and went after him."
"You didn't know earlier?"
//I tried to not wake you...//
"I had just returned from a tiring mission and wasn't paying
attention as closely as usual." Qui-Gon admitted.
"What happened when you went after him?"
"I changed into swimming shorts, climbed the ladder, gathered
him up, and jumped off the board."
"I screamed the whole way down." Obi-Wan admitted, a little
half-smile playing on his lips.
"And he did not try to go in the deep end again until he was
ready."
"That sounds almost...mean." Beru finally said, seeming shy
about voicing the opinion.
"Much in the life of a Jedi initiate would seem so." Qui-Gon
agreed, sounding sad.
"But it's all worth it." Obi-Wan responded firmly, daring his
to disagree. "More so."
"Here's your room." Stopping in front of a closed door, Owen
looked uncomfortable. "I had the servants change the
furnishings - I hope they suit you."
"They'll be fine." Obi-Wan said softly. There was a tension
between them again, and Qui-Gon regretted it. Why had he told
that story? Had he wanted to disrupt the affection between
them? No, he told himself silently, I am not jealous.
//I think you meant to demonstrate how close we were when I
was little.// Obi-Wan sent a soothing pulse of reassurance.
//They did not see it that way.// Ruefully he acknowledged his
miscalculation.
//It is one of my favorite memories.// Opening the door,
Obi-Wan smiled at his brother. "Will dinner be served in the
main room tonight?"
"Yes, we'll send someone after you. Tomorrow we'll be able to
spend some time together, if your Master allows it. The
rehearsal will be in the morning, and then the actual ceremony
at dusk."
"I'm looking forward to it." Reaching for Owen, Obi-Wan pulled
him into a one-armed hug. "It's good to be here."
"It's good to have you." Owen replied, sounding somewhat sad.
Then he and Beru, who smiled but made no move toward Obi-Wan,
walked away down the hall.
//I meant to make him happy.// Obi-Wan sounded sad himself,
watching them go. "Perhaps we should not have come."
"No, beloved. You are meant to be here." Drawing him into the
room and shutting the door, Qui-Gon pulled him into a tight
embrace, nuzzling the top of his head. //And I am too selfish
to allow you away from me for long.//
//Never selfish.// Obi-Wan held on tightly, his emotions a bit
ragged. //Everything you are, you give to me.//
//Always.// Holding tighter, Qui-Gon closed his eyes and
rocked gently, seeking to sooth his bondmate.
After several moments Obi-Wan pulled away, wiping his eyes
with his sleeve, and smiled at Qui-Gon.
"I'm acting like a child."
"It's allowed." // Want me to hug you the way I did then?// Tugging at him, the larger man sat upon a small sofa that was nearby and wrapped him in a brawny hug, pulling Obi-Wan into his lap.
//If I thought I was too old at eight, I'm pretty sure I'm way too old at twenty-one.// Obi-Wan sighed, but accepted the embrace anyhow. "Besides, I think you have an ulterior motive." He grinned cockily up at his lover.
//Imp.// Qui-Gon scolded, bending to kiss him.
//Quigee.//
There wasn't much time before dinner, but they would make good use of it,
reinforcing their bond in preparation for the
stressful evening ahead.
"I love them." Obi-Wan said sadly, allowing himself to be
snuggled. "But it just doesn't compare to what I feel for you."
"That sounds a lot like what I said to Mace, once." Qui-Gon
admitted.
//Want to talk about it?// Catching the edge of pain the
thought carried, Obi-Wan offered automatically.
//Not tonight. Not here.// Qui-Gon sighed, realizing that the
brief emotional scenes had sapped his energy as well. //But
someday.//
"I think we have time for some meditation." He said aloud. "To
shore up our control."
"Yes, Master."
Reluctantly they parted, the kneel on the cushioned floor,
facing each other, and sink into equal trances.
The knock on the door came only a couple of hours later. Both
men had completed their meditations and were now engaged in
solitary pursuits; Qui-Gon reading datanotes on trouble spots,
trying to keep up, as he always did, and Obi-Wan fretting
quietly over the appropriateness of the gift he had chosen for
his brother and future sister-in-law, vase carved from the
ingneous rock of Calderra Four, which he had purchased while on
Calderra Six. It was lovely, and rare.
//They will either like it or they won't, beloved.// His
Master commented, rising to open the door and face the servant
there.
//There is no try, only do?// With wry amusement the younger
man acknowledged his foolishness and returned the fragile item
to it's padded box.
"Perhaps they'll think you didn't get them anything. They may
think it's beneath a Jedi." Teasing lightly, the older man
nodded to the servant after being informed that dinner would
start in twenty minutes, and closed the door again.
"Just like you never get me a birthday present." Obi-Wan
teased in turn, grinning widely. He went into his Master's arms
and held on for a long moment. //I wish my mother could see you
as you are, and not as some monster who stole her child away.//
Wrapping his arms around the smaller man, Qui-Gon sighed and
briefly remembered early worries that if he kept doing that he
would never be able to breath properly again. But over the past
dozen years Obi-Wan had brought more smiles than sighs to his
face.
//I can look at myself and see that monster.// He admitted.
//There were no guidelines written for how to behave when you
bond with an infant, I made them up as I went along. In
retrospect, perhaps I should have left you alone when you were
small, left you to her care and concern rather than soothing
your fears myself.//
"No." Pulling away, Obi-Wan set his mouth in a hard line. "You
did nothing wrong, Qui-Gon. Having you was the best part of my
childhood. No mother's love could have competed with that. I
will not listen to you second-guess yourself."
Crossing his arms over his chest, he glowered until his lover
sighed again, and ran a hand through his hair, which was
escaping from it's normal tidy pulled-back style.
"Mindful of the present." He said softly, almost to himself.
"The past is set." Obi-Wan agreed, going to their bags and
retrieving a large metal comb. //Sit down and let me tidy that
for you.//
With sudden weariness the older man did, leaning his head back
over the edge of the small, comfortable couch, allowing himself
to relax into Obi-Wan's ministrations.
//You're purring.// His lover accused moments later, amusement
again bright between them.
//You're petting.// He retorted, though he made no move, did
not seek an end to it.
//Well, yes.// Without embarrassment Obi-Wan finished tying
off the long locks that would otherwise hang in his Master's
eyes, and continued to run his hands over the smooth strands, a
caress that made Qui-Gon shift, his legs spreading wider.
"We must not be late for the meal." Rousing himself from the
simple pleasure, he stood and reached for his cloak, slung over
a nearby chair. Without objection Obi-Wan did the same.
//We must be particularly careful while we're here, beloved.//
Taking a lecturing tone, he led them from the room. //Many
members of the Senate will be present and any gratuitous show
of emotion on our part will be commented on.//
"Yes, Master. I understand, Master.// The tone was mildly
disappointed, but Qui-Gon admitted that he, himself, wished
they could relax a bit, enjoy the evening, which promised to be
festive, but appearances were crucial for what they did and
there was no excuse for starting rumors that would hurt the
image of the Jedi.
//There is always tonight.// He added, just to see the flash
of grin that Obi-Wan couldn't quite hide.
//Indeed, Master.// The reply was as calm as could be desired,
but laced with hints of sweat and salt and the smell of musk,
and Qui-Gon had to suppress a shiver.
But he chose to not comment, instead walking steadily, his
long strides carrying him quickly, while his Padawan kept up.
When they entered the large formal dining room many heads
turned their way.
Lars Kenobi, seated at the head of the long, elaborately set
table, rose, and gestured to them, his movement rather courtly.
"We welcome the Jedi to witness our happiness." He said with a
wave of his hand toward the two free seats at the table. They
were across from each other, one beside Owen and the other
beside Wenshele. The formal greeting put Qui-Gon off and he
wondered at its purpose? To set the two of them aside, to
weaken the ties of family between Obi-Wan and the others? He
allowed his bondmate to share his perceptions and found mild
worry in Obi-Wan's mind as well.
"Your presence lends us strength." Owen also stood, and added
his own formal greeting.
Mildly disturbed, Obi-Wan separated from his Master and took
the seat beside his mother, who smiled at him, a little
unhappily.
Before sitting himself, Qui-Gon bowed to the two Kenobi men.
"We live but to serve." The words rolled off his tongue with
the richness of court speech and Obi-Wan stared at his plate.
There was a pause, and then Lars and Owen sat, and Qui-Gon
followed suit.
No sooner had he made himself comfortable, resisting the urge
to glance at his bondmate, than Owen leaned sideways and nudged
him with an elbow and spoke in a stage whisper.
"That was for the Senate people. They like things formal like
that. I'm just glad you came, and that you brought my brother
with you."
"As am I." Qui-Gon allowed with a small smile. Owen grinned
and then the servants began passing food. Across the table
Obi-Wan felt the relief his Master shared and relaxed as well.
By the time the third course arrived, the Jedi Master was aware
of his lover's increasing agitation, though it was hidden well
enough that no one else saw it.
Slicing through well-done roast, so tender that it practically
fell from the bone, he opened their link slightly, seeking the
cause of Obi-Wan's anxiety.
//Is all well, beloved?// He used the endearment despite the
circumstances, or perhaps because of them.
//I don't think so, no.// Obi-Wan replied without a physical
response that would let anyone know they were communicating.
//Listen for yourself.//
Dropping his shields, he extended his end of the bond so that
Qui-Gon could 'hear' what Wenshele was saying, and the older
man struggled for a nanosecond or two until he adapted, his
distraction going unnoticed.
"You were such a happy baby." The Senate representative said,
sounding half-sad and half-angry. "I know that that was normal
for you, the way you were supposed to be, not just because of
that bond you share with him."
"Qui-Gon is my soulmate, mother, it's not something he had a
choice about."
"Even then he was cold, but now he's practically a statue, and
you've become just like him. Watching, staring, weighing and
measuring... all of that beautiful spontaneity driven out of
you!" Though her voice did not raise she sounded very angry,
and deeply unhappy. "After they took you I was afraid to have
any more children, babies that I would be forced to give up so
that they, too, could become as you are. So controlled, so
stern...my laughing baby boy has been murdered."
Mentally recoiling from the hatred in those words, Qui-Gon
barely managed to keep from reacting physically. Carefully he
set down his knife and fork and reached for his wine glass,
drinking a long, smooth draught.
//I am sorry, beloved.// He offered, feeling that it was a
pathetic attempt at comfort.
//It is her interpretation of events, colored by her feelings,
and not a valid observation of the situation.// Obi-Wan
replied, shutting the link before Qui-Gon could hear more. //Do
not seek guilt. We both know it finds you well enough when it
wants to.//
Owen, perhaps noticing something amiss, though certainly not
understanding it, chose that moment to open a conversation with
Qui-Gon about the most recent negotiations with the Trade
Federation, who were, once again, asking for reductions in
tariffs and taxes, and when he looked back again Obi-Wan had
turned and engaged Beru, who was sitting to his other side, in
conversation, and she was smiling prettily at him, and Qui-Gon,
though he couldn't smile as he wished to, was pleased by the
sight.
//You are biased, my Master.// Obi-Wan's laughing scold - the
laughter his mother mourned, cherished daily by the Jedi
Master, alive and well between them.
It was all his now.
//Be that as it may...You're beautiful.//
He could see the faint pink tinge to his Padawan's cheeks and
knew that the young woman thought that she had put it there, as
her smile broadened and she leaned closer to him, but he kept
his own counsel. The thought that Obi-Wan would cheat on him
with another was so patently absurd as to be physically
impossible. The bond would not allow it. And he would never
want it.
But to flirt gently with his brother's betrothed, as a
soon-to-be brother might, was a healthy exercise in diplomacy
for him and Qui-Gon silently approved, returning to his
conversation with Owen, and the Senate member seated to his
other side, who had some more specific questions of his own
that he expected answered despite the venue, and Qui-Gon did
his duty.
"Do Jedi not dance?" Standing beside Obi-Wan, Beru watched her
husband-to-be leading his mother in a slow dance around the
room. The musicians were rehearsing for the ceremony the next
day and Owen had taken her hand and led her out, making her
laugh. Qui-Gon listened from Obi-Wan's other side, engaged in a
quiet conversation with Lars, discussing a problem the man was
having in his garden.
"Is that a request?" Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow in a tease.
Most of the visiting dignitaries had left, the house was not so
large that it could hold them all, and only family and close
friends had stayed behind to enjoy the quiet time between
dinner and bed. //Accepatable, master?//
//You're in the home of your parents, and I think it would do
your mother good to see you relax a bit.// Qui-Gon answered,
distracted. //Go on, then.//
"Well, if your Master allows it..." Beru trailed off,
obviously wanting to dance, but unsure of the etiquette
involved in asking the Jedi.
"I haven't had much practice." Obi-Wan apologized as he took
her hand and led her toward the center of the room, which was
mostly bare.
Liar. Qui-Gon snorted mentally. Dancing was a required
skill taught at the Academy, so that Jedi did not embarrass
themselves while on diplomatic missions. It was often required
that they pay service to the dignitaries and royalty they
served.
We'll have to try this sometime, Master. Obi-Wan
sounded wistful and the older man's heart clenched.
Of course, beloved. There is no reason we should not.
In the privacy of their quarters, this was indeed something
they could do. He should have thought f it before.
"So it has everything it needs to grow but refuses to thrive?"
He questioned Lars about the Shaylan plant he had been
nurturing in preparation for the wedding. It had to be
carefully tended, the blooming cycle delicately manipulated, so
that it would bloom only on the day of the wedding, since it
only bloomed once per year, and Lord Kenobi was certain that he
had missed a step in the process.
"Would you allow me to examine it?" Qui-Gon asked, watching
Beru's face light up as Obi-Wan steered her expertly around the
dance floor. Owen was grinning at them - Obi-Wan was a far
better dancer than his brother - and Wenshele looked bemused,
but pleased. Not as angry as she had been earlier.
"I was hoping you'd offer. It seems a trivial use of a Jedi's
time, but -" the man shrugged, looking at the dance floor, "-
Having everything done well is important to my wife, and,
because Beru's family is no longer with us, I very much want
her to be happy tomorrow."
With a nod Qui-Gon agreed silently.
"I would be pleased to help in any way I can."
"Thank you." Lars hesitated, it seemed that he wanted to say
more, but the words were not coming easily. Carefully Qui-Gon
shifted his stance, making himself more approachable, less
withdrawn. His bondmate noticed and gave him a light mental tap
that he answered with a brief negative reply.
"This is your home." he told Lars gravely. "Do not restrain
yourself out of respect for my feelings or position."
Meeting his eyes, the man set his features in hard planes.
"You are only a few years younger than I." He began, and then
paused, swallowing before he continued. "Knowing that you had
such a deep connection with my son - especially as young as he
was - it tormented me for years after we gave him to you."
Not to the Temple, Qui-Gon noted. To him.
"You thought I would act inappropriately." He said after the
pause lengthened.
"Not when he was a baby, no. But later...there are many rumors
of the Jedi and what goes on in the Temple. And you had this
bond with him."
Understanding what the man was not asking outright, Qui-Gon
had to quell a surge of unexpected anger and revulsion. They
had really thought that of him?
//Master?// Obi-Wan's response was immediate, and concerned.
Glancing at the dancing couples, Qui-Gon saw that his Padawan
had paused in his movement, and that Beru was staring from one
to the other.
//I am...in control, beloved.// He sent such a wash of need
and affection with the endearment that Obi-Wan inhaled sharply.
//Enjoy yourself. I am going to speak with your father
privately.//
//Was that a Master's order or my lover's request?//
//A request, no more. I will share this with you later.//
A wave of love and need that matched his own swept through him
and he was able to turn his thoughts from anger and face Lars
calmly.
"I assure you, nothing of that nature would be allowed to
occur in the Temple. Such behavior at the expense of another
could only lead to the dark side." He told the man, and Lars
seemed to relax fractionally. "My relationship with my bondmate
is an intensely private subject for me, but I will answer your
questions, if you feel you must ask them. Because you are his
father."
"Let's walk to the gardens and discuss it, then." Lars said,
nodding. "Perhaps I won't have to ask anything that would
invade your privacy."
They left the house, walking a long paved path to the small,
shielded garden where the Shaylan plant was sheltered. Qui-Gon
looked over the shielding.
"Very nice. You can darken it and change the temperature?"
"As needed." Lars gestured toward the plant, which was only
halfway to bud, still several days away from blooming. "I think
I should have given it a few more days of full sun, though."
"Let me see what I can do."
Dropping to his knees before it, Qui-Gon settled into a
meditative trance, keeping a touch of awareness open to the man
that stood behind him, and opened himself to the Living Force
that surrounded him. He was immediately aware of Obi-Wan's
interest in the proceedings. His Padawan did not have the
Master's gift with the web of life and studied it whenever
Qui-Gon joined it so completely.
//So much life, Master.// The younger man sighed, allowing the
older to see himself as Obi-Wan saw him at this instant; at the
center of a radiating web of life that glowed and pulsed.
//You will learn.// Qui-Gon answered, filled with the peace
that came from being this close to the world. Stretching out
his senses, he detected Lars' discomfort with his presence
beside him and released that awareness into the Force, and then
began tracing the tendrils of Force that surrounded the Shaylan
plant. It was a beautiful specimen, large, over five feet tall,
covered with heavy dark blue leaves, veined in silver, and
dripping with massive buds just waiting for the right
combination of light and time to burst into feathery white
petals.
The plant was not on schedule, he quickly realized, and knew
that he could nudge it toward completion, but first he had to
ascertain that he would not disrupt the Force around it by
doing so. Quickly he checked it's condition, and that of
everything around it, and his own motivations.
Was he doing this for selfish reasons? To make Lars like him
better, or seeking forgiveness he hadn't been aware until now
that he wanted from Obi-Wan's family?
It would do the plant no harm if he diverted some of the
generous Force energy of this planet to speed up it's schedule,
and he could even see how he could convince it to bloom on that
same day for the rest of it's long life. That would be a
gracious gift to his host and the newlyweds, a worthy goal,
would it not?
//Perfect, Master.// Obi-Wan's awareness drifted to him, from
far away.
//Yes.//
With only a few alterations in the Force pattern, Qui-Gon
encouraged the plant to bloom on the desired schedule and then
slowly withdrew from the Force, feeling the loss as it paled
around him, lapsing back to his usual quiescent grasp.
But the actions had left him energized with it, as he had
taken the power of it through himself, and he felt powerful,
and fulfilled, and oddly needy.
//I'm on my way.// Obi-Wan's mental voice made it clear that
he, too, felt the energy his Master had absorbed, and that he
wanted to share in it.
Still on his knees, Qui-Gon looked up at Lars, hands clasped
in his lap, unsmiling.
"It will bloom at noon tomorrow." He said softly. "I did not
become your son's lover until this very year."
The two sentences seemed to clash, but Lars accepted them with
a grimace and gruff words.
"I never truly thought you would take advantage of him. You
were just so close..."
"As we are." With an effort Qui-Gon stood. He was taller than
Lars.
"Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan's voice throbbed with joy, and he turned to
watch the group come down the path.
"Obi-Wan." He greeted him, aware of the power in his own
words.
"The Shaylan plant." Beru walked past him and touched it
gently. "Is everything okay?"
"It will bloom right on schedule." Lars told her, and she
blushed slightly, allowing Owen to wrap an arm around her.
"It just wouldn't be perfect if it did not." She sounded
embarrassed.
//Thank you.// Obi-Wan stood beside Qui-Gon, making no move to
touch him, but the need was there, in their thoughts, tugging
at them.
//I love you.// There was a touch of laughter to Qui-Gon's
reply, and it showed on his face, a small smile being
restrained at the corner of his mouth.
//You're twitching, Quigee.//
//Imp.//
"Where is your mother?" Lars asked Owen, seemingly distracted
by the interplay between the son he knew and the woman he would
marry.
"She took her leave when we left, Father." Owen answered,
seeming bothered by that. "I thought she would stay with us for
a bit longer."
"She has a long day ahead tomorrow." Lars replied. "As do I. I
will leave your young people to your evening."
His glance at Qui-Gon did not go unnoticed.
Watching him walk away, Qui-Gon turned to his Padawan.
"I have worn myself out as well, Obi-Wan. I will see myself to
your room."
"Our room." Obi-Wan corrected, clearly torn between his desire
and need to go with him, and the knowledge that he should spend
more time with his brother.
"You're family, Master Jinn." Owen spoke up.
"Perhaps we'll have a ceremony for you someday as well." Beru
teased, and Obi-Wan ducked his head, suddenly embarrassed.
"Perhaps." Enjoying the by-play, Qui-Gon allowed himself one
touch of his forefinger to Obi-Wan's cheek. "I will be there
when you return, Padawan." The words were a quiet promise.
//You better be naked.// Obi-Wan flung after him as he left,
and they all saw the broad shoulders twitch.
Shouts of laughter and a high-pitched squeal woke Qui-Gon.
Immediately reaching for his bondmate's mind, he was startled
to realize that he'd been sleeping deeply, and restfully, and
that he'd had help.
//I thought you needed it.// Obi-Wan's laughter ran bright
through his sleepy mind.
//Taking liberties, Padawan?// He tried to growl, but the
happy sounds the young people were making seemed to be coming
from right outside the bedroom door and he couldn't maintain
irritation while listening to them.
//Not with my Master, but with my bondmate, yes.// Obi-Wan
answered firmly, amused.
Getting up, he pulled on a robe, wrapping it and belting the
dark material around his lanky frame, and opened the door, not
too surprised by what he saw.
With his pants rolled to above his ankles, cloak and boots
lying in a windowsill, Obi-Wan was skating down the slick
marble floor of the hall, feet wrapped in some bright, soft
material. Arms wide, sliding gracefully, grinning a little
wildly, his eyes meeting Qui-Gon's as he passed and came to a
stop several yards farther down.
"Top that!" He called to his brother who, with a running
start, followed his path, arms windmilling, almost falling as
he overbalanced, and Beru, watching from the side, laughed
loudly, happily.
"Is this some new pre-wedding ritual?" Qui-Gon queried, and
Owen came to a stop, grabbing Obi-Wan's arm for balance.
"We decided to prove to Beru that it would be safe for the
children." He laughed, clutching at his brother.
"It doesn't look safe for anyone." The Jedi observed,
arms crossed over his chest.
"Won't know until you try." Owen taunted, and Obi-Wan gasped.
"Hey! He's my Master, Owen...you can't talk to him like
that."
Closing the door behind himself, Qui-Gon eyed the two young
men. Obi-Wan seemed worried suddenly, and he smiled.
"Give me a moment." He stepped back inside the room and
quickly pulled on his own pants, but did not take a tunic,
feeling that it was time to tease his bondmate a bit.
When he stepped out again Obi-Wan was sitting on the
windowsill, unwrapping his feet. His eyes widened at the sight
of his Master, who looked very tall and broad.
"Qui-Gon?" The words seemed thick, and he swallowed. The
energy that had been silent between them flared again.
"I've been challenged, Padawan." Qui-Gon grinned slightly. "It
wouldn't do for me to refuse it."
"If you say so..." The uncertainty was clear as Qui-Gon's hand
closed over Obi-Wan's hand and took the soft cloth from them.
Using his Padawan's shoulder for balance, he rolled up his
pantslegs and wound it around first one foot and then the
other.
Owen was cuddling Beru and seemed unable to stop snickering.
"I thought you said he was serious, brother."
"He is." Obi-Wan protested mildly. "Usually..."
"I take a challenge very seriously." Qui-Gon added, walking to
the entrance of the hall, rubbing his feet on the floor
experimentally. It was very slick.
Taking a few steps to test the running potential, Qui-Gon felt
his bondmate's nervousness and questioned it mildly.
//Am I intruding, beloved? I do not have to do this.//
There was a mental gulp that he could almost hear, and he
paused to stare down the hall at Obi-Wan, who was staring back,
eyes shadowed.
/No, Qui-Gon. I was just - you look - // Words failed him, and
he flooded the bond with his impressions of his mate, as he
stood now, letting the older man see himself as Obi-Wan saw him
at this moment.
So tall, shoulders broad, torso patterned with faded scars and
rippled with muscle. His hair was tangled from sleep, and he
projected an aura of absolute power. Leonine grace.
//I hadn't realized.// Self-conscious, Qui-Gon touched his
hair.
Mentally, Obi-Wan focused in on his Mater's belly, and the
trail of dark hair there that led into the loosely tied
trousers, which hung slightly off his narrow hips, giving a
hint of the muscles that vee'd into his groin.
//And you call me beautiful.// Obi-Wan snorted aloud, which
made the other two, who had been watching with quiet wonder,
stare harder.
//Obi-Wan...// Using both hands, Qui-Gon hitched up his
trousers and smoothed his hair. //You should not see me so.//
"Why not?" Obi-Wan spoke aloud, coming to his feet. "I believe
that you are beautiful, and I will say so if I choose."
//Padawan, please..// A light blush heated the strong
features, and the younger man relented, even as Beru beamed and
Owen snickered further.
"So, are you gonna do it, Master Jinn?" He called, teasing.
"My name is Qui-Gon, Owen." He replied and, with no more
warning, started. Running several steps, long legs carrying him
quickly, he paused and half-turned his body, arms drawn in, and
slid gracefully the rest of the way, hips canted forward,
coming to a stop at the intersection with the next hall at the
end, and pausing.
Owen and Beru applauded, and the young woman whistled.
Qui-Gon blushed. And then he padded back to them, and
handed the foot wrappings to Owen.
"You have a long day ahead tomorrow. Perhaps it is time to
rest."
"Yes, Qui-Gon." Owen used his name as if it were a title. Beru
touched his arm.
"Thank you for playing with us."
"I have not played...in a long time. Thank you for inviting
me." He replied gravely, smiling slightly. "Are your quarters
far?"
"I'm on the other side of the house." She smiled back. "And if
I don't get to my room soon Mother Kenobi will no doubt come
looking for me."
"I'll walk you back." Owen said, slipping an arm around her
waist. "Goodnight, brother. I'm glad you came."
Still looking stunned, Obi-Wan nodded as he replied.
"As am I."
Qui-Gon stood beside him as they walked down the hall.
"Will Owen come back to his room tonight?" He asked after they
turned the corner.
"Traditionally, yes." Obi-Wan answered, looking up at him.
"Why?"
"I was wondering how quiet we're going to have to be."
Breaking into an honest smile, Qui-Gon leaned and lifted his
bondmate in his arms, bringing Obi-Wan's face even with his
own, the bare feet a few inches off the floor.
"Very, Master." The chuckle that seldom escaped lightened the
air and Obi-Wan slipped his arms around his lover's neck.
"You see me that way, truly?" Still embarrassed, and
surprised, Qui-Gon tightened his grip and nuzzled Obi-Wan's
neck.
"Yessss..." Thehad caused his friend and the one he was afraid
it would cause his bondmate, but Obi-Wan merely smiled, "- and
then you got to the Temple, and this pain I had felt - I hadn't
really even noticed that I felt it - it faded the moment I
touched you. And I haven't felt it since."
"I remember!" Obi-Wan gasped. "It did hurt. But then
you were there and you were the only thing I could feel..."
"Sometimes I see you and I feel very old." His Master said
softly. "Did I steal your youth, beloved?"
"I share willingly, Master." With both hands Obi-Wan steered
the larger man toward their room, got him through the door and
onto the bed, where Qui-Gon sprawled face-down, emotionally
drained by the day. He heard his bondmate stripping behind him,
the quiet rustle of clothing folded, and then felt strong hands
at his waistband and lifted up so his pants could be removed.
//I want you as close to me as you can be.// He sighed into
their bond. //Your turn tonight, beloved.//
"Indeed?
Obi-Wan's pleased surprise did not register with his master,
who let his legs fall to the sides and snuggled further into
the thick covering of the bed. It was white, and he could tell
from Obi-Wan's response that he looked very large against it.
"Turn over." Obi-Wan breathed, kissing his neck. "I want to
look at you."
Blushing faintly again, Qui-Gon did, spreading himself wide,
smiling lazily up at his lover.
//Perhaps we can make this an ongoing argument.// He
suggested, twisting sensuously on the bed as Obi-Wan began to
stoke his sides and chest, settling between his legs. //I will
never see in myself the beauty I see in you.//
"It's there." Laughing huskily, Obi-Wan bent and suckled a
flat nipple to hardness, Qui-Gon's hands moving to hold him in
place.
Using hands and lips, Obi-Wan brought him to the brink of
orgasm in a matter of minutes. The residual energy of the
evening's work flared between them again, bright enough to
light the room, were it visible, and Qui-Gon moaned helplessly,
thrashing in his lover's arms. Determined, Obi-Wan lay on top
of him, taking his mouth ruthlessly, opening himself to his
bondmate as completely as he could.
//Please, now, beloved...// Panting and begging, Qui-Gon
yearned for the physical connection, reached for it, spreading
his legs wider and pulling Obi-Wan off of him, pushing him
downwards. When the younger man would have stopped, running his
tongue over the head of Qui-Gon's swollen cock, he arched up
and grabbed the smooth shoulders, pushing again. "In me. Now."
It was more of an order than a suggestion, and Obi-Wan laughed
loudly, going to his knees and reaching for his Master's hips,
pulling his ass firmly into his lap.
//Were you ever like this with Mace?// He teased, then
regretted it, but his Master's answering snarl, replete with
frustration, made him laugh louder.
"You can ask him next time we're home! Just do it
already!" On his elbows, staring at Obi-Wan, slightly
wild-eyed, Qui-Gon felt out of control and loved it. He didn't
even need to do an internal check, he knew there was nothing of
the dark side in his desire. Only pure, unadulterated lust, for
his lover and bondmate, who was currently torturing him.
"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan groaned, needing no lubricant to slide
into the very tight passage as his bondmate opened to him.
Flopping back on the bed, Qui-Gon grabbed handfuls of the
coverings and moaned loudly, unashamed, as Obi-Wan thrust
deeply into him. He lifted his hips higher to take more of his
lover and Obi-Wan settled back further, hands gripping the
strong thighs wrapped around his waist, and began to pound him
steadily.
Feeling his body tighten with each thrust, Qui-Gon groaned
rhythmically, his legs drawing Obi-Wan deeper each time,
letting him pull away for the next one, the two of them at
first lurching, and then rocking in this masculine ballet.
With his awareness flung so wide, he felt the intrusion of
another presence, but could not bring himself to care. If they
were on a mission, perhaps....but he was here, and Obi-Wan was
loving him vigorously, and they were as close to being one as
they had ever been.
"yes." Obi-Wan began gasping the word with each thrust, echoed
by Qui-Gon's moan. "yes. yes." The words became grunts of
effort and Qui-Gon knew his lover was holding off, resisting
the need to come, trying to make it last. He could feel the
swell of Obi-Wan's cock inside him, the fullness and thickness
of it, he shuddered each time it passed through the tight ring
of muscle at his entrance, and he was hanging on himself,
wanting to keep feeling that, to keep hearing that.
So he shielded his knowledge from his bondmate, unsure as to
who was there in the room with them, feeling no threat.
"Force, I love this." Obi-Wan panted, his voice rising as he
increased his pace. "I love this, I love you, Qui-Gon, Oh...!"
Arching until his back was no longer touching the bed, Qui-Gon
reached for his own cock with both hands, stroking it
relentlessly, a touch too hard, wanting to stay on that edge,
wanting Obi-Wan to keep doing what he was doing....
"Love you." Obi-Wan grunted, shoving in even harder and
deeper, sharing that desire. "I love you. Tell me!" He
demanded, eyes opening wide, his braid stuck to his neck, sweat
dripping onto Qui-Gon's groin, staring at him with soul-eating
hunger.
Letting his head fall back, feeling orgasm rush him, Qui-Gon
released a deep-throated roar, bellowing his happiness.
"Yes! BELOVED!"
His shuddering actually shook the bed, and Obi-Wan fell to his
chest, quaking uncontrollably. Weakly Qui-Gon embraced him,
feeling drained and revitalized at once, and kissed him softly,
still hungry for his taste, though they were both exhausted.
The door opened and closed and then Obi-Wan shifted, as if he
heard that, and Qui-Gon sought to distract him, stroking big
hands up and down his back, where the muscles still twitched,
the movement slicked by sweat.
After a moment he got a good enough feel for the retreating
intruder to realize that it had been Wenshele, and he wasn't at
all sure how he felt about that. Had she intended to intrude?
Even if she had been motivated by care and concern when she
entered the bedroom, that could not have been what kept her
here. Feeling oddly exposed, Qui-Gon held Obi-Wan to him more
tightly, receiving a sleepy murmur of approval as the smaller
man sank deeper into his arms.
It was fortunate that Obi-Wan was almost asleep, he detected
nothing but the fact that his Master was mildly upset, and did
not seek the source. Qui-Gon could tell that he thought it was
a result of the rather loud and uncharacteristic lovemaking,
and knew that they would discuss it in the morning. But he did
not know if he should tell his lover what he had learned.
The Force would guide him.
With one final kiss to Obi-Wan's head, heavy on his own broad
shoulder, Qui-Gon sank into blissful sleep.
"Do I look alright?" Owen tugged at the high collar of his
padded tunic, asking for the fiftieth time. Obi-Wan's hands
went to straighten it, again, and he rolled his eyes at his
nervous brother. "You look fine. Perfect. Quit messing
with stuff."
//You look far better than he does, beloved.// Qui-Gon's
gentle thought made the younger man sigh, both hands
straightening his own formal cloak. It was a deep burgundy, a
shade lighter than Qui-Gon's own near-black, as was appropriate
for a Padawan. Beneath it he wore starkly white tunic and
trousers tucked into polished black boots, with a sash that
matched the cloak.
//I wish you were able to wear that more often.// He
responded, looking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his
lover, in metallic silver tunic and trousers with the same
black boots and a sash that matched his own formal cloak. At
his urging Qui-Gon had left his hair free for the service, and
the grey in it shone like the silver of his clothes.
//Silly Padawan.// It was an indulgent comment, almost a
smile, and Obi-Wan turned his attention back to his brother,
who was fidgeting again.
"I'm going to be sick." Owen announced suddenly, and he did
look a shade green. Sizing up the situation, Qui-Gon stepped
forward, Lars watching closely, and just barely flickered his
fingers before the groom's face.
"You're going to be fine." He said, in that hypnotic tone.
"You're not going to be ill."
"I'm going to be fine." Owen agreed promptly, taking a deep
breath and releasing it slowly. "I'm not going to be ill."
"Of course not." Lars said, patting his shoulder. "This is the
happiest day of your life."
Thank you. Obi-Wan said, sounding amused. I've never
seen it used for that before.
I had to calm the bride at a state marriage once as
well. Qui-Gon smiled at him, slipping back into his place,
sitting on the family bench. There many rows of benches,
arranged in two lines, set in the Temple of the Winds, the
prominent religion of Mura.
The Temple was roofless and the light wind whistled through a
series of small paper and wooden decorations hung from the
rafters, the only music that would be heard for the ceremony.
The Shaylan plant, which had, as promised, burst into
spectacular bloom as the set hit the high point of its arch,
was sitting in front of the altar, behind which stood a small,
elderly priest, with the Book of the Winds open in his hands.
The caller, normally a member of the bride's family, a distant
cousin, Qui-Gon thought, took his place at the open double-door
and rang his bell. Conversation ceased, and everyone but Owen
turned to look.
"We welcome the daughter, the sister, the mother." The man
said in a sing-song voice. "We welcome the past, the present,
the future." He paused, and then Beru was stepping into the
doorway, head bowed, clutching a bouquet of fluffy feathers
wrapped with vines. Her gown was extremely formal, it looked
heavy and uncomfortable, brilliant scarlet and blue and green,
a riot of color. "We welcome the bride." The caller finished,
ringing his bell once again.
There was a moment of silence, and then Beru began walking. A
careful half-step, the tight skirt of the gown not allowing for
anything else, and Obi-Wan nudged Owen, who turned at last to
stare at the vision that approached him.
Her head was bare, dark hair pulled back starkly and trailing
over her shoulders, and she did not lift her head until she
stood beside Owen.
There were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling.
When he reached for her hands she gave the bouquet to Obi-Wan,
who took it with a small smile, and then the couple turned to
face the priest.
Qui-Gon did not truly hear the words that were spoken. He was
immersed in the Force, his mind wrapped tightly around his
bondmate's, and reaching out to grasp at the weather patterns
around them, intending to cause a good omen at the conclusion
of the ceremony. Obi-Wan's thoughts were a warm, secure anchor
as he did so, and he felt a fleeting regret that they could not
have this, too.
A ceremony, Master? Why? The surprised chortle intruded
on his efforts but he answered it honestly.
Because it would feel right, beloved. To claim each other
before your family - it would be the last step in what we
started at your birth.
Yes. Obi-Wan sounded thoughtful. That would close
the circle forever. Not that we aren't joined as completely as
two people can be...
It would just be an ending. His Master agreed,
withdrawing slightly to resume his task.
When the final words were spoken by the beaming priest, the
wind rose and swept through the temple, ruffling clothing and
throwing Qui-Gon's hair into his face. Everyone laughed, it was
a very good omen, and Lars eyed the Jedi Master knowingly.
Then Obi-Wan quickly untied the bundle of feathers and tossed
them high, and they drifted down around the married couple as
they joined hands and turned to face the crowd.
"We welcome the family." The caller sang from the back, and
everyone answered it, the sound powerful in the wake of the
wind. "We welcome the family!"
Murmuring the words mentally, Qui-Gon met his bondmate's eyes
and they shared a secret smile.
Neither noticed the one that spread over the face of Lars
Kenobi as he watched them.
"Dance with me, Obi!" Beru demanded, crossing the crowded
floor to reach him. The buffet was almost gone, the servants
were beginning to clean up, there were only a few guests left..
But the musicians would play as long as she wanted tonight, and
Owen seemed to have disappeared in an untimely manner.
"Of course, sister." He smiled at her, glancing at his Master,
who nodded, and then swept her away.
Watching him, Qui-Gon wondered if he should surprise his
Padawan but asking him to dance himself. Just once would not
hurt, it was a wedding, after all. He was just about to cut in
when a familiar but unexpected presence made itself known to
him and he turned to look at the door to the ballroom, which
was opening.
Owen stepped in, followed by Mace Windu and Master Yoda.
Startled, Qui-Gon reached over the remnants of the bonds he
held with both of them and questioned politely.
Is there a problem I need to be aware of?
Obi-Wan stopped dancing and allowed Beru to tug him back to
his Master, who narrowed his eyes as the other two Jedi
approached.
"No problem, Qui-Gon." Mace answered cheerfully. "We just
thought we would crash the party."
"That is uncharacteristic." Qui-Gon commented, crossing his
arms over his chest.
"Something to say, we have. Something to do, you have." Yoda
said stoutly. He was wearing his own version of formal
clothing, all of it black but somehow sparkly. Qui-Gon noted
that Mace was wearing his finery as well, it matched his own.
"A mission?" Obi-Wan ventured, glancing at his Master for
permission to speak.
"No." Yoda wrinkled his nose. "Know you do not. Guess, you
will not. Come with us, you will."
"Yes, my Master." With an echo of the Padawan he had been,
Qui-Gon bowed, gesturing at Obi-Wan when Yoda left the room.
They all followed, Beru smiling widely.
What is it, Master? Obi-Wan wondered, and Qui-Gon sent
him a reassurance.
Nothing we have done wrong, I am certain.
Lars came out of a side door and joined them, Owen at his
side.
"Master Yoda, Master Windu." he sounded the gracious host. "I
am pleased that you have arrived."
"Sudden journey, it was. Worth it." Yoda commented. Qui-Gon's
thoughts churned as he struggled to make sense of this, but it
didn't make sense and he was at a loss.
Concentrate on the moment, Master. His Padawan said,
only half-teasing, just as confused.
Imp. He retorted, taking the advice and calming his
thoughts.
They were led to a small door off a narrow hall, a section of
the house he had not been in before. When it was opened he saw
that the walls were hung with swaths of blue silk, and there
was an altar at the front of it, and four ancient stone
benches.
And the Shaylan plant, standing in the middle of the room.
He hesitated on the threshold.
"Need this, you do." Yoda said softly, touching his leg with a
spidery hand.
"Need what?" Taking an actual step backwards, he found himself
blocked by Lars and Owen, who also had Owen trapped between
them.
"It's time you made it official, Qui-Gon." Mace answered, a
dark chuckle coloring the words. "You have only been wed for
twenty-three years, after all."
"Obi-Wan?" Reaching with one hand, he grasped his Padawan's
and drew him closer. Did you know of this?
"No, Master." He answered aloud, swallowing and wetting his
lips with his tongue. "I am as startled as you are."
"We decided last night." Beru spoke up. "Seeing the two of you
together, learning that you were so close..."
"It would make mother happy." Owen said softly.
Turning, Qui-Gon saw her now, sitting on a bench almost behind
the flowering plant.
"Master?" There was hope, and awe, and a touch of fear in that
voice.
"Of course, Obi-Wan." Closing his yes briefly, Qui-Gon
repeated the words through the bond, sending all the love he
had ever felt to his bondmate. Of course.
"Good!" Mace broke into a grin and slapped Qui-Gon on the
back.
Silent, stunned, they were led to their places. Beru and Owen
slipped the cloaks from their shoulders, and the priest entered
the room, still smiling.
Lars stood beside Obi-Wan, looking as proud as he had earlier,
standing beside Owen, and Owen was on his other side, offering
quiet words of encouragement as the young Jedi Apprentice
seemed to falter.
Flanking Qui-Gon, Yoda and Mace were both silent, but he felt
the support each of them offered, and the sadness that Yoda
could not hide. He still believed that Qui-Gon would give his
life for Obi-Wan and the knowledge pained him.
I will do what the Force demands. Qui-Gon told him,
letting the sadness pass through him and away.
There were no words for them to say, the priest did
everything, but at the end Wenshele herself handed a bundle of
feathers to Owen, who untied them and threw them into the air
over the united couple while the others watched, smiling. Beru
clapped her hands together in delight and Obi-Wan blushed, but
to Qui-Gon he had never looked more beautiful.
Worth it, it might be. Yoda's thought skittered over
the surface of the bond they had once shared, and Qui-Gon
smiled. Lifting Obi-Wan's hand to his, he turned it over and
kissed the palm.
That was the best day of my life. He told his bondmate,
meaning the day Obi-Wan had been born, always a special day for
the two of them.
They are all the best for me. Obi-Wan answered,
sharing, briefly, his memories of Qui-Gon's presence, the
security and happiness and passion he had always found in his
bondmate's presence in his mind.
"Enough of that!" Owen laughed at them, jostling Obi-Wan with
his shoulder. "We have another reason to celebrate!"
"No sliding in the halls tonight, my husband." Beru laughed.
"I have other plans for you."
The laughter traveled the circle as Owen blushed, and the
group broke up. They left the two Jedi alone in the family
temple, giving them a moment to themselves, and Qui-Gon opened
his arms, enclosing them around Obi-wan as he stepped into the
embrace.
"It feels this good everytime." He said, wondering.
"Only this time it feels better." The younger man tilted his
head and took a soft, chaste kiss. "I did not know I wanted
this until it was given to me."
"I did not know I wanted you until you fell into my hands."
"I'm glad you didn't drop me." Stepping away, Obi-Wan kissed
first one of Qui-Gon's large hands and then the other. "That
would have put a damper on things."
"Imp." Knowing that he was grinning foolishly, Qui-Gon didn't
care.
"You should know, Quigee." With a smirk the younger man led
the older back to the party, which was catching its second
wind. Beru was dancing with Owen and Obi-Wan declared that he
had a powerful thirst, and walked toward the buffet table,
glancing at Mace meaningfully and Qui-Gon belatedly remembered
his words of the night before.
That doesn't count, it was under duress! He protested,
laughing inwardly, turning to greet the person coming up beside
him. "Senator Kenobi." he kept his voice bland.
"I intruded upon your privacy last night, and for that I need
to apologize." She said with no fanfare.
"I know." He answered, voice soft but allowing a touch of
anger. She looked at the people, not at him.
"I cannot forgive you for taking him from me. Even when he
nursed at my breast I knew you were there. He would be fussy
and then he would just stop, and smile that baby smile."
He spread his hands in a gesture of pleading.
"What was I to do?"
"And last night I discovered that he is not, as I had feared,
as calm and cold as he appears. As the Jedi would have him to
be. He is as loving and expressive as i always thought he would
be."
"Control is the way of the Jedi."
"He just gives all of that to you." She faced him and he saw
both anger and sadness in her eyes. But there was no hatred
there tonight. "I suppose I'm just glad he gives it to
someone."
"He gives me everything." Qui-Gon said softly, closing his
eyes and drawing on the link, filing himself with the peace of
it. Obi-Wan turned and stared, then started for him. "I will
not tell him of your transgression." With a nod for her, he
left her side, going to Obi-wan, meeting him in the middle of
the floor and taking him in his arms. The musicians stuck up a
new song, and Qui-Gon led Obi-Wan in a swift dance of
celebration, glorying in his bondmate's affection and the laugh
that pealed from him.
Watched by family and friends, they shared their happenings as
best they could.
(the end)
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