Archive: master_apprentice
Category: humour;first-time
Rating: PC-17
Warnings:
Spoilers: None
Summary: Obi gets Qui to help him with his course on
Historical Culture Studies.
Disclaimer: George might own them but they have more fun with
us. Ok, I'll give them back.
Comment: Written for a gathering in late October of a group of
slash fans. The reading also involved participation by
listeners. Grease paint, feathers and beads were used but only
because Obi made us. He also needs to do more research.
Feedback: yes, please, any comments welcome.
Leaning against the 'fresher door, "Umm. Should I .do you
require assistance, Master?"
Muted, through the door, "What I require, Padawan, is more
information. Explain this .festival."
"All Hallows Eve, a religious festival of the planet Terra
round Sol 69 in Mutter's Spiral. Also called Samhain or
Halloween. Held in mid Fall, at the full moon, on certain parts
of the planet. Intended to placate the powers of the spirit
world through gifts of special foods, given to the spirits or
to persons representing the spirits. Mostly sweets."
"The gathering you have arranged is to permit the distribution
of such gifts."
"Yes, Master."
"And this costume you have asked me to wear?"
"It is typical of the traditional costumes of the Festival.
You see, Master, the festival is also..". The door to the
fresher opened and Qui-gon stepped out. "Oh, my!!"
"Padawan."
A cough and Obi-wan glanced down to study the floor while he
tried to get his emotions in order. "Umm.ah.."
"Something wrong with the costume?"
"Oh no, Master it is perfect." With some awe, "You are just
perfect." Another cough as Obi-wan tightened his shields to
conceal his feelings. Unfortunately, his face had already
spoken eloquently. "It, ah, the Festival is also thanksgiving
for the bounty of the earth and the assistance given by the
native people to new colonists in introducing them to local
food sources. Like corn and large wild fowl called turkeys. And
it's also a seeking of forgiveness for the treatment of those
native persons by the colonists in later years."
"You seem to have delved deeply into the background of the
Festival, Padawan."
"Yes, Master, a challenging bit of research, given the
fragmentary records available but fascinating. Master Pudge
McDivitt expressed his satisfaction with my report."
"So you will pass your course in Historical Culture Studies
after an inauspicious beginning."
A blush. "I didn't mean to laugh when he was explaining about
the history of mating rituals on Pilca Prime."
"Rolling on the floor and screaming is a bit more than
laughing, Padawan. And not very tactful, given that Master
McDivitt's mother was from from Pilca Prime."
His head dropped forward, hiding the sudden grin. "Yes,
Master." But then head up presenting a hopefully innocent
smile. "But I am sure he will enjoy this re-creation of the All
Hallow's Festival. He is very fond of sweets."
"And you will gain extra points toward your course results."
A soft smile. " Possible, Master."
"Tell me about this costume." Qui-gon tugged on the edge of
his fringed vest which did not reach across the muscular
expanse of his impressive chest.
Obi-wan dragged his eyes away from the display. "Umm. Yes. Of
the Oglala Sioux. A Terran hunter-gather society of the
temperate north whose lands were invaded by colonists from an
early industrial culture. The Oglala lived on vast plains and
rode four legged beasts while hunting or at war."
"Hmmm. Now that I am ready."
"Not quite. There are one or two things yet." The apprentice
picked up a box from the table. "If you would sit here, Master,
I will add the final parts of your costume."
Qui-gon sat down as instructed.
With careful hands, the young apprentice gathered up the
Master's long hair and drew it back behind broad shoulders,
smoothing it from crown to mid back with the palms of his
hands. A second smoothing, not really necessary before he
pulled his hands away. He selected a dozen colourful beads from
his box and threaded them on a long leather band.
From behind his Master, he looped the band around the taller
man's forehead and tied the ends behind his head. Finally he
attached several brown-toned feathers into the trailing ends of
the leather band.
A step away and he tilted his head, pleased with the effect.
Qui-gon's hands reached up to touch the band and the feathers.
"Interesting but not uncommon for hunter-gather societies." He
began to rise.
"Not quite done, Master. The finishing touch. Please close
your eyes." At Qui-gon's querulous look, " To protect your
eyes, Master. If you please."
The deep blue eyes disappeared behind lashes and lids.
Obi-wan reached into the box again and picked up the first
stick. Ran it from the bump in Qui-gon's nose across his left
cheek. When the Jedi Master pulled back slightly, a frown
across his brow, the apprentice cupped the strong chin holding
it in place. Qui-gon relaxed into his Padawan's hold, tilting
his face upward and accepted whatever was happening. Another
stick, another swathe over the left cheek. A third, making a
circle on the right cheek. His hand hesitated over the black
and then the red sticks but with a strange shudder along his
spine, passed over them. A fourth stick, moving smoothly down
the long nose, smoothly over the bump from a break long ago.
Two more, now on the forehead.
Obi-wan paused, turning the head he controlled with his hand
so easily, admiring the results. His eyes slid over the
features strong in character and calm with his Master's trust.
Trust. Yes, he was trusted. But was he desired? A tremble of
emotion ran through Obi-wan at that thought. He let the chin go
suddenly.
"There. Finished." When Qui-gon's hand reached up to touch,
Obi-wan intercepted. "No, you will spoil it. Look in the
'fresher mirror."
Qui-gon rose and strode into the small room. He stood staring
at himself, surprized, then curious, then, with a quick, soft
smile almost missed, pleased. "Hunter-gatherer, hmm?"
With a sigh, "It suits you, Master. You have the physique and
the presence to be a great Sioux warrior." More of his
admiration than he intended leaked into his voice.
Qui-gon's eyes flashed. "A warrior. Not too inappropriate for
a Jedi Master one may hope." He stared down at the leather
vest, loin cloth and fringed leggings that left a lot of his
skin showing. A speculative glance at his Padawan. "Typical
costume, eh?"
A grin and a nod, "Absolutely.according to my research."
"You said the Festival took place in mid Fall in a northern
temperate climate?"
"Yes, Master."
Dryly, "A hardy people, these Terrans? Oblivious of the
weather?"
"Well, I .one can only.there was." He couldn't get a full
sentence together.
Qui-gon smiled then gestured to his apprentice. "What costume
are you going to wear? Or is it only I.?"
"No, no, I am.,"Obi-wan shrugged off his robe, ".also dressed
in the way of the Terran hunter-gatherers."
Qui-gon's eyes flicked down Obi-wan's nearly naked body to
linger on the small animal skin loin cloth, his apprentice's
only garment, tugging down from slim hips. Then to the hands,
palms outward and laying against prominent pelvic bones.
"Obi-wan, what is that cord around your wrists?"
"Ah. You see, I am dressed as a Cheyenne, and your captive.
Taken in war with the Oglala. The cord is to tie my hands so I
can not escape. I am.in your power. Entirely." He bowed his
head and extended his hands, palms together. With a
long-admired grace, the young man sank to his knees before his
Master. "I am yours to use as you will."
A sharp intake of breath at the words Obi-wan spoke
forestalled Qui-gon's next question. Of their own volition, the
Master's broad hands reached out and his fingers brushed the
heated skin of his apprentice's hands. Qui-gon closed his eyes
and took a long breath. "No, you know I can not." He looked
down on the kneeling man. "Must not."
Eyes of cool grey and green peered up through dark lashes.
"Master, do you not remember? Today is my coming of age. I am
now considered an adult, able to enter into whatever
relationships I .desire."
"Ahhh..thank you for reminding me, Padawan. And I have not
given you your traditional present, have I? Then here," taking
one of Obi-wan's hands, "accept this special stone on this
special day." Tugging his own loin cloth aside, Qui-gon drew
Obi-wan's cupped hand down and under his scrotum. The hot
weight of his testicles nestled into the apprentice's palm.
"Both of these stones are yours." Qui-gon's voice was thick,
dark honey. "To do with them as you will."
Heart pounding, respiration fast, Obi-wan leaned forward,
resting his face on the lean flesh of his Master's body. The
heat of his breath flowed moistly over the skin near his mouth.
"Oh, Master, the finest gift you have given me. Ever." He
tilted back his head and stared up into the intense gaze of the
man he had desired for so long.
With a smile that melted sinews, Qui-gon tugged Obi-wan to his
feet and pressed his mouth to the full lips that had been
teasing him for many months.
When they released each other's mouth to gasp much needed air,
Qui-gon grinned broadly. "Well, no need to spend time adding
paint to your face."
"What?" He ran a finger over his own cheek and stared at the
colours streaking the tip and then at the smiling face of the
tall Jedi. "Oh no, Master, you have smeared your war paint!"
"Good. I do not feel warlike at this moment. Definitely not
warlike." He curled spatulate fingers around the nape of his
new lover's neck, up under the soft golden red hair. "Shall we
explore the practices that are the antithesis of war?"
"Oh yes, Master, please. But, but the Festival?"
"Is not for more than 3 standard hours.as well you know, my
little seducer."
A blush and a cheeky grin. "I'll never get anything past you,
will I, Master?"
"I would not say that, Padawan. You just need to practice
more. Shall we work on your form?"
A sharp laugh. "Oh, yours too, Master, yours too."
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