Archive: M_A, SWAL,QJEB, The Nesting Place-- anybody who wants
it, really
Category: PWP - silly smut really
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: this is a story with M/M sex - particularly M/M sex
between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan so if you don't like this sort of
stuff hit the delete key now - otherwise you asked for it :)
Spoilers: None
Feedback: If you like it please let me know - if you don't I've
changed email addy's and can no longer be reached at that
address ;)
Disclaimer: The real Qui and Obi belong to George - Pout -
everything else is mine though!
The seas seethed and the earth shook. Winds howled and rains
lashed the land with torrential fury. Hurricanes and floods,
tornados and tsunami's plagued the small backwater world of
Whytukay. It was the turn of their millenium and their world
was crumbling under the onslaught of angry Ghods. The only
thing that would appease these fickle deities was the sacrifice
of a truly rare and precious commodity on this rim world of
corruption and vice - the purity of a virginal youth. Someone
who was old enough to have sex but who had abstained - which
was as mythical as the mysterious white karma chameleons of
legend.
"We must have the help of the Jedi and the Republic to get our
people off world before the Ghods reclaim this world entirely,
Master Jedi," Viceroy Moonth all but begged, his distended
features almost candy pink with terror despite his bright
fuchsia skin. It was easy to see that the Viceroy, like many of
his fellow Tukays, had spent a lifetime in pursuit of avarice,
vice and all pleasures of the flesh. His flabby body was
covered in animal print velvet and he dripped with jewels. All
in all he was a pathetic sight and his very presence offended
the stoic sensibilities of the Jedi.
It was said any vice imaginable could be found on Whytukay.
That the planet catered to every, every whim. Its courtesans
were the most imaginative and adventurous people in the galaxy,
willing and able to do anything their customers desired. Every
need, fetish, kink, base desire - you name it - was catered to.
Which was why the Republic Senate sent their best Jedi team of
Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi to help save the beleaguered
planet. After all it would never do to have the favorite
playground of the corrupt politicians and power monger's
destroyed right before the Senate went into recess. They were
looking forward to some good old fashioned R&R.
Surreptitiously pulled his cloak out of the distended fingers
of the Viceroy that were clutching at it. He tried to make
soothing noises and only half listened to the Viceroy's
panicked squeaks. Qui-Gon tried to plot ship sizes, emergency
rations, and the manpower it would take to save a world that
was, in his private estimation, better off destroyed.
"Master," Obi-Wan began timidly, interrupting Moonth's tirade
with dulcet and elegant tones. The Viceroy sighed and went
moon-eyed. A voice like that could make a killing in the comm
sex trade, he thought to himself. And the boy's physical assets
- the boy would be rich in a rotation if he were so inclined.
Qui-Gon, who was aware of his student's charms more than he
cared to admit, shushed Obi-Wan softly as he continued to plot.
The past few years had had his padawan had sprouted from gangly
youth to a walking, talking wet dream. The Jedi Master was
suffering from a severe case of padawan lust combined with very
blue balls.
"But Mahstah," the youthful padawan persisted.
"Obi-Wan, please, I'm trying to calculate numbers and needs.
The senate would be most displeased if . . ."
Obi-Wan was ready to scream. If Qui-Gon persisted in seeing him
as a child, how could Obi ever convince his Master that he was
the perfect lifemate for the older Jedi? So, the enterprising
Padawan did what any other would. He took matters into his own
hands.
"Viceroy. There is no way to appease your Ghods?" Padawan
Kenobi murmured softly, gazing at the naseauting man as if the
galaxy hung from his neck.
"Alas my beauti . . err Sir Jedi there is not. The only thing
that would appease our ancient Ghods is a sacrifice of a truly
precious commodity here on Whytukay - someone's virginity."
At this Obi's ears pricked up and his eyes narrowed
speculatively. If he played his cards right . . .
"And since it is a well known fact that the only ones who are
considered are too young to even think of sex the point is
moot," Qui-Gon snapped, annoyed at his padawan's interference,
but more annoyed at the Viceroy's slip of the tongue and his
own rush of possessiveness toward Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan on the other hand, ignored his Master's rage and quite
calmly asked the Viceroy for a private audience, leaving
Qui-Gon quite dumbfounded and speechless. The corpulent and
corrupt Viceroy leapt at the chance and issued the young
padawan to a nearby antechamber much to the fuming Jedi
Master's dismay.
A short time later the Viceroy came out, praising Obi-Wan for
his bravery and his willingness to be a sacrifice. Turning to
Qui-Gon, Moonth was quite loquacious in his praise. "How proud
you must be, Sir Jedi, of such a fine and willing young man. To
think that he is willing to sacrifice his purity to save a
planet not is own. His name will be remembered in legend and
song, I promise you."
Qui-Gon, for his part, was stunned. Obi-Wan was a virgin - but
all the dates, all the late nights and coming home reeking of
perfume there was now way he could have been . . ."Oh Force,"
he whispered in shocked silence. Obi-Wan must have been faking
it but why? Why would he lie about his virginity to his Maste .
. .
"Since Obi-Wan is my Padawan, I will be the one to perform his
deflowering Viceroy," Qui-Gon heard himself say before he could
stop it, not that he wanted to stop it. Nobody would deflower
his Obi-Wan but him. End of story. The way the viceroy's face
fell Qui-Gon was certain that he'd earmarked the event for
himself. Over Qui-Gon's dead body!
"You realize this must be a public act Sir Jedi," the Viceroy
gleefully explained. "It is, after all, a sacrifice to the
Ghods."
"You told me it could be done in the temple behind the silk
screens that house the Ghods," Obi-Wan reminded the evil little
fuchsia troglodyte calmly, his eyes never leaving Qui-Gon.
"Oh, yes, of course," So much for humiliating the Jedi Master
into giving up his claim on the beautiful one's right of
passage.
"If you will excuse us - we must meditate before the sacrifice
is to be performed," Qui-Gon snapped, grabbing his padawan by
the arm and dragging him to their ship.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't order the Captain to
take off and let this backwater little cess-planet crumble,
Padawan!" the incensed Jedi Master raged.
"Because we're Jedi, dedicated to the light and sworn to
protect all life, no matter how scuzzy?" Obi Wan blinked
innocently.
"Oh cut the crap!" Qui-Gon snapped angrily, annoyed with his
student's reasoning and logic.
"Okay - how about - because ever since I became hormonally
active I've dreamed of nothing but having you fuck me senseless
then do it again!" Obi-Wan shot back, pushed beyond limits.
This brought the Jedi Master up short. "You want me to . . .
what?" he asked, not quite willing to believe what Obi-Wan had
just said.
"I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me. Senseless. Qui-Gon." Obi
enunciated very slowly, his blue-green eyes darkening
seductively as he prowled towards his Master. "I've dreamed
about it for year, wanted it forever. Each time I tried to with
a girl or a guy it was you I saw, you I needed. And now - you
get to 'deflower' me, my studly Mastah," the padawan purred.
A pounding on the door interrupted whatever the shocked and
bemused Master was about to say. Going outside the Jedi found
an honor guard waiting to escort them to the temple. "We
haven't had a chance to meditate yet. . ." Qui-Gon informed
them, trying to stall for time.
"There is no time, Sir Jedi, the priest and priestess have
spoken to the Ghods and they demand your sacrifice now," the
captain of the guard informed him, while casting sly glances at
Obi-Wan. A real live virgin was a sight never before seen. And
such a handsome one too.
Qui-Gon glowered at the oggling man and gave him a slight force
push. "Then shall we be on our way?" he asked too politely. The
captain gave the signal and the two Jedi soon found themselves
escorted to the central temple through a massive throng of
people.
Once inside they were unceremoniously stripped and shoved
behind the silk screens with an order to 'perform the
sacrifice.'
Obi-Wan could hear the murmurs of dozens, if not hundreds, of
people and began to get nervous. "Qui-Gon, maybe this wasn't
such a good. . ." his sentence was cut off by a tongue shoved
down his throat. That was it - he went off like a fire cracker.
Hands were everywhere. Racing over firm flesh, tugging on taut
nipples, cradling delicate ball sacs, and stroking velvety
cocks. He was moaning continuously, when his mouth wasn't full
of tongue or cock that is. Qui-Gon on the other hand was
growling a continuous rumbling purr that just made Obi harder
and hotter with each passing momement.
Bodies writhed and surged, shifting and brushing and colliding
in haste to get to the good stuff. "Dammit Qui-Gon stop teasing
and fuck me raw!" Obi-Wan finally howled in sheer frustration.
"As you wish, my sexy little student," came the rumbling purr.
Obi-Wan was flipped to his stomach, his knees tucked under his
chest, his head resting on his arms. When he felt the wet slide
of tongue against his anus he nearly shot his load right there.
"Sith, warn me before you do that next time, will ya!" he
growled before thrusting back into the prehensile muscle with
abandoned glee.
Qui-Gon merely chuckled and then inserted a finger, moving it
in and out until he found his precious little padawan's sweet
spot and . . . Obi-Wan's hiss of breath and rapid bucking of
hips was most satisfactory.
Qui-Gon, however, was as hard as rock and ready to cum so . . .
a judicious use of the force and he surged into his Obi-Wan,
effectively 'popping' his padawan's Alderanian berry. "Force,
yes, Qui-Gon!" Obi howled happily as he thrust his hips back
rapidly, impaling himself on his master's very masterful cock.
A short eternity of amazing sex later, Obi was cumming hard,
his muscles clenching around Qui's cock, milking it for all he
was worth. Qui, for his part, roared loud enough to shake the
temple walls, and geysered into his young love with great
force. All in all the Ghods of Whytukay were most satisfied.
And behind the silk screens, a planetary orgy ensued, allowing
the exhausted Jedi to slip out of the temple and off the
planet, now that its imminent destruction had been
circumvented.
The trip home was a quiet one for the crew - no one saw hide
nor hair of the Jedi. But they did hear some pretty vocal howls
coming from the Jedi's quarters every once and a while as the
Jedi Master disciplined his recalcitrant padawan for his
actions on the planet..
Once back on Coruscant, the Council deemed that Obi-Wan's
sacrifice had been most brave and as a result the Jedi had a
month off - which they spent in their quarters, Qui-Gon
'teaching' Obi-Wan proper techniques and positions in case
another sacrifice was needed in the future.
It was with great regret that Master Yoda informed them a month
later, after they'd finally emerged from their month long
fuckfest, that the planet of Whytukay had been destroyed. A
computer bug had eaten into the planet's defense computer and
activated the self-destruct. The Senate was in mourning, its
flags at half mast (not to mention other flagging senate parts)
and the Jedi had another month off.
The Jedi Master bowed and left the council chambers, looked at
each other and raced back to their quarters to resume Obi-Wan's
'training' with relish.
The End
(And the moral of the story is - avoid those pesky Whytukay
computer bugs - they'll get ya nailed every time)
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