Disclaimer: Obi, Qui & Yoda aren't mine (pout). They belong
to George (lucky man!) I just borrowed them awhile. I promise
to play nice ;)
Part 1
Night was in it's darkest cycle on the planet C'rath. Only the
triple moons and the constellations kept vigil upon the
inhabitants of the Royal city of R'gual where an intense feud
between the two main tribes of the planet was being discussed
in the hopes of a settlement. The talks between the C' banians
and the N'rathans had ended after yet another grueling day of
bickering and argument. The chief mediator and his 21 year old
padawan had retired for the night, to rest and regroup, hoping
to find the patience they both needed to deal with a century
old argument that started over a slaughtered Joiry steed.
However, night brought no solace for at least one sleeper.
In the guest suites of the royal household the handsome young
padawan tossed uneasily as long repressed dreams tormented him.
The dreams were of his elder, the epitome of everything the
padawan yearned to be. As he had grown from a young boy to a
young man he had felt his feelings for his Master begin to
change. The love and respect and awe of the elder were still
there, but there had come strange longings, the need for a
touch, a blush from a particularly intense glance. Unsure of
what to do with these new and disquieting feelings they had
been buried, deep within the young padawan almost forgotten
save for the phantasms that now haunted him.
In the room next to him, the elder man, elegance and power
personified, was jolted awake as the soft sounds of what he
perceived as distress reached him. Throwing a robe on to cover
his nude body, the Jedi left his room. His student needed him.
Moaning softly in his sleep, Jedi Apprentice Obi-Wan Kenobi
reached out for the phantasm which had been haunting him for
the past year - his Master, Qui-Gon Jinn. Caught up in the
silken web of his dreams, Obi-Wan did not sense the object of
his secret desire glide silently into the room, intent on
soothing his restless student.
Sitting on the side of the bed Qui-Gon took in the moist,
flushed skin, the quick beat of Obi-Wan's heart, the rapidness
of his breathing and the heat of his body. Gently he touched
his mind to his Padawan's, hoping that his presence would calm
his young apprentice.
Instead of the disturbed dreams he'd thought to find, Qui-Gon
found a dream filled with heat and desire. He saw himself, or
rather his apprentices' dream of himself, pressed up behind
Obi-Wan, lips tracing the curve of a graceful neck, Obi-Wan's
head thrown back in ecstasy, granting Qui-Gon full access to
his throat. Qui-Gon's hands were wrapped around the younger
man's waist, pressing them tightly together.
Qui-Gon unconsciously mimicked the dream and pulled Obi-Wan to
him, his own body rousing and swelling with the provocative
images that raced through both their minds -- images of hot
flesh, inflamed desire ... images of love ... then suddenly ...
nothing.
Coming out of his trance-like state, Qui-Gon looked down to see
the confused and apprehensive eyes of his Padawan upon him.
Deciding that being direct was the best approach to this
situation, Qui-Gon quietly asked "How long have you been
keeping these feelings buried away Padawan?"
"For ... forgive me master" Obi-Wan stammered has he tired to
break out of embrace. "I did not mean to offend..."
"And why do you think I would be offended Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon
interrupted, holding the struggling man firmly in place. "You
are a child no longer, Obi-Wan, but a man. Your dreams, the
actions and reactions of your body are normal. Why should this
offend me? I also have these reactions. It is part of being
human."
"But you do not have dreams about your master." Obi-Wan
whispered sorrowfully, his heart heavy with long buried
feelings.
Laughing lightly in an attempt to ease the mood Qui-Gon replied
"I should certainly hope I don't have dreams of Master Yoda!"
and observed happily the small, hesitant smile that ghosted
over the lips of his student. Turning solemn, Qui-Gon's arms
tightened imperceptibly around the now calm man still within
their circle. "But Obi-Wan I have had such dreams of my
Padawan." he breathed softly. "For as I have watched him grow
from youth to man I have found myself becoming more and more
attracted to him. He is a truly beautiful man, my Padawan, both
in body and in soul. For a long time now I have desired him,
but I have been afraid..."
Obi-Wan listened, enraptured, positive he was having phantasms
once more. His master desired him, but "You were afraid master?
Of what?"
"The same thing you have feared Obi-Wan -- rejection. Of having
my feelings not returned. But I see that this is not the case
... Is it Padawan?" Smiling softly, Qui-Gon bent, at last able
to do what he too had dreamed of, exploring thoroughly the
lush, trembling lips of his student.
What the Heart Desires ~ Part 2
(aka Passion's Lesson 1 -- Touch)
... Smiling softly, Qui-Gon bent, at last able to do what he
too had dreamed of, exploring thoroughly the lush, trembling
lips of his student.
Obi-Wan remained motionless at first, his mind unable to grasp
that fantasy and longing had now become reality. However, when
Qui-Gon began to move away Obi-Wan flung his arms around the
elder's neck and opened his mouth fully, tasting his master's
flavor for the first time.
Qui-Gon's tongue dipped inside the hot cavern beneath it,
sampling and savoring. His hands were not idle either, slipping
around Obi-Wan's waist, pulling him up so that they were chest
to chest, his hands caressing the bare skin laid out like a
feast before him.
Obi-Wan followed Qui-Gon's lead. Trembling hands pushed the
Jedi cloak from his master's shoulders. The robe pooled around
Qui-Gon's waist, revealing the nude form beneath it. The same
trembling hands tentatively stroked the hard chest, feeling
masculine nipples peak and the muscles of a washboard stomach
clench.
Breaking off the kiss, Obi-Wan laid his head on his master's
shoulder, gasping in air and trying to calm his spiraling
emotions. "Master..." He whispered. "Master I have never done
this before, I do not know the path."
"Be at ease Obi-Wan." Came the rough silk voice in reply. "I
shall be most pleased to teach you these lessons as well. I
shall show you all that you wish to learn. Together we shall
see what awaits us down this path and the Force shall guide us
in this as in all things."
Qui-Gon's hands gently prompted his student to lay back amid
the rumpled sheets of the bed. Following his master's wordless
instruction, Obi-Wan relaxed against the soft mattress, his
eyes half shut as he watched Qui-Gon stand, allowing the robe
to fall away from him. Obi-Wan had seen his master's nude body
many many times over the years, but he was struck anew at the
grace, power and confidence that exuded the strong well-defined
frame.
Obi-Wan's gaze traveled over the beloved leonine face, powerful
arms, strong chest, taut stomach, sculpted legs and finally
back to the one area his eyes had skirted around. A nest of
dark curls surrounded the erect shaft and heavy sacs that
proclaimed Qui-Gon's desire for him. It was the most erotic
sight Obi-Wan had ever seen. The knowledge that ~he~ had caused
such a reaction in his master, that Qui-Gon so obviously
desired him helped to remove the last traces of uncertainty.
Never before had he felt as he did at this moment. He felt ...
completed somehow, as if this was meant to be. The will of the
Force.
Obi-Wan felt a heated flush warm his face, but continued to
stare in fascination. His breath came in little gasps, his
blood heated and his body responded to the seductive vision of
his master, swollen with need, standing above him, watching ...
waiting.
"Master," he murmured hoarsely, hand held out beseechingly.
Qui-Gon lowered himself to the large bed once more; noting his
Padawan's dilated pupils, shallow breath and aroused state. He
smiled gently as he looked down into Obi-Wan's beloved face ...
for beloved he was indeed. A hand absently traced the rippling
abdominal muscles as Qui-Gon bent down to recapture those lush
lips. Those same hands deftly stripped the sleep pants from the
younger man reclining half beneath him and began to stroke and
caress, re-learning the shape and texture of Obi-Wan's body,
this time not for healing or practice ... but for pleasure.
Qui-Gon opened himself fully to the sensations engulfing him.
The heat and desire; the scent of musky arousal. The love that
caused his heart to beat so strongly.
Beloved one. The thought whispered through Obi-Wan's
mind.
Master he gasped. Master I can ~feel~ you in my
mind. A strangled moan erupted from Obi-Wan's occupied lips
as Qui-Gon's hand gently encircled his Padawan's throbbing
erection, stroking it lightly. Ohhhh ... Qui-Gon came
the mental moan.
I am here beloved. Do not be afraid. I will catch you when
you fall. Qui-Gon finally released Obi-Wan's now thoroughly
ravished lips, swollen and damp. Obi-Wan's tongue flicked over
the surface, as if to capture all remaining moisture his master
had left behind.
Qui-Gon's eyes darkened as he watched his student, the way
Obi-Wan writhed in ecstasy, hips thrusting up to meet the hand
that primed his heated erection, the unconscious sensuality of
Obi-Wan's movements. He felt his desire for the younger man
course through him like a white-hot saber blade. Qui-Gon
acknowledged the primal want that seared him but refused to
loose his restraint ... for now. This time, this first time,
sweetness and gentleness were required. He was the elder, the
one experienced in the ways of love ... the teacher. Lessons of
fiery passion and heat that could melt a star would come later,
when other lessons had first been mastered.
With this in mind Qui-Gon released Obi-Wan's enflamed cock and
twined his mind with his love's, letting the Padawan into
places no one else had been before, showing the younger man
just how far Qui-Gon's trust and feeling for him extended.
So hot master ... I ~need~ ... Obi-Wan's head tossed
restlessly upon the soft cushions, his body stretched almost to
the breaking point, his erection weeping copious amounts of
fluid as he strained for completion.
"Patience Obi-Wan, patience." Qui-Gon rasped heatedly.
Obi-Wan's neck, the strong sensual column of his throat
beckoned to Qui-Gon as another wave of need crashed over the
handsome man, causing him to throw his head back and arch his
chest off the bed in pure desire.
Obi-Wan gasped in delicious surprise as firm masculine lips
began to suck and nibble on his exposed throat. Flash-fire lust
shot through him and his hands came up to tangle in his
master's silky hair.
"Oh gods -- Master!" Obi-Wan couldn't believe the heat that
burned through him. The feel of mobile lips devouring the flesh
oh his neck and thought -- it was one of his most frequent
fantasies and it sent him spinning out of control. His hands
now held his master's head to him as his body began to writhe
sinuously, trying desperately to find release for the
overwhelming sensations assaulting him. His skin was feverishly
hot and desire burned through him like a nova star, he was
being burned alive by his master's heat.
Qui-Gon calmly removed himself from Obi-Wan's clinging grasp,
positioning the younger man's arms above his head in silent
command. He watched for a moment as his Padawan's hands
clenched and unclenched, Obi-Wan's body in constant motion.
The moans coming from the young man's throat were breathy and
succulent in their want. 'Force!' he thought 'I want to ravish
him -- claim him as mine... slowly old man. You must proceed
with great care, he is the most precious thing in the galaxy to
you.' Taking a calming breath Qui-Gon once more began his
campaign to overwhelm all of Obi-Wan's senses and 'teach' him
the first lesson of passion.
Qui-Gon returned to the elegant column of his love's throat,
nipping his way down to the join between shoulder and neck,
worrying the skin slightly with his teeth then laving the small
hurt with cat-like strokes of his tongue. Lips traveled down to
the brown-gold nipples of Obi-Wan's chest, which were peaked in
need. Taking one inside his mouth Qui-Gon licked and sucked,
teased and tormented, only to draw away when Obi-Wan's hands
once more reached for his mane of hair and waited patiently.
Realizing Qui-Gon would not continue until his hands were once
more above his head Obi-Wan replaced them and grasped the bed
sheets tightly in hopes he would be able to restrain his
impulses. As a reward, Qui-Gon lapped at the now rosy button
then softly blew on it, then repeated his ministrations with
it's mate. Obi-Wan's hips thrust upwards violently. The
pleasure was overwhelming. He was drowning in sensations.
Next Qui-Gon tasted and teased his way over a washboard
abdomen, tracing each delineated muscle with his tongue,
savoring the whip-cord strength of the muscular young body
beneath him, then dipping into Obi-Wan's navel to taste the
flavor of the younger man in so intimate a place.
Lightening sizzled up and down Obi-Wan's nerves, he felt as if
he was a large conductor and Qui-Gon the lightening storm
surrounding him. He could scarcely breath, taking in air
through gasping sobs. A continuous moan tumbled from lips he
chewed on to help alleviate some of the immense pleasure
consuming him.
Qui-Gon suddenly changed tactics and with the quickness of a
pouncing great cat devoured his young love's weeping erection
with his steamy mouth. A cry of indescribable pleasure rent the
air as the Master Jedi's throat muscles suckled and caressed
the entire considerable length of throbbing flesh, at last
giving Obi-Wan the relief he so desperately craved.
Let go Beloved. Obi-Wan felt the whispered mental touch
brush his mind I will catch you when you fall. A
crystalline image suddenly appeared in the center of Obi-Wan's
minds eye -- an image of what he looked like at that exact
moment. Head thrown back in supreme ecstasy, breathy gasps and
moans filling the room, every muscle in his body clenched and
hard. It was too much, Obi-Wan tumbled over the edge with a
soft scream of completion. His body convulsed as, at last, he
emptied his seed into the hot haven of his love's mouth and
felt Qui-Gon's throat muscles milk his shaft while the elder
swallowed the bitter-salt fluid in rapid gulps.
Tears of untold joy trickled down Obi-Wan's face "Master..." he
whispered hoarsely. "Beloved ..."
Qui-Gon lapped the last drops of Obi-Wan's life-essence before
moving up his Padawan's body and reclaimed those trembling
lips, sharing with Obi-Wan his taste in the sweetest kiss the
elder man had ever given or received. Cradling his student in
his arms Qui-Gon's elegant fingers smoothed away the moisture
from Obi-Wan's beautiful face. "I am here my heart's desire ...
I will always be here."
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