The Watcher and The Watched: Wolf Without: Prelude to A
Storm
by Ki
Warning: The following story contains explicit depictions of a
homoerotic context. If you are easily offended by
homosexuality, please delete the entire thing from your memory.
Disclaimer: all hail the mighty Lucasworld. I don't earn any
profit from my writing because I am not a Ferengi.
Archive: personal homepage, the M_A archive.
Pairing: Qui/Obi.
Categories: m/m sex, slight angst and slight violence.
Note: This story begins the second half of "The Watcher and The
Watched" series: Wolf Without. (For those who have been
following the series, "The Beast Approaches" is the end-story
for "Wolf Within", the first half of the series.)
Summary: It is a time of inner peace. But is it going to last?
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan take out precious time just to be together.
News of an imminent mission.
Rating: NC-17.
The sky over the Jedi Temple glowed with unusual color. The
gathering clouds were shot with a vivid red. The setting sun
added further drama: bright orange and yellow hues splashed
across the heavens. The million windows reflected the gold and
red, burning like fire. In the distance, thunder could be heard
rumbling softly.
The air was particularly still and the younger Jedi complained
amongst themselves about the lack of a cooling breeze. Those
practising their lightsabers were quickly covered with
perspiration but they laughed it off, reveling in the pure joy
of the fight. The Jedi Masters retreated to their own quarters
to meditate; a few of them gild away from the Council chambers,
their robed figures covered by the dusky golden light lancing
down from the windows.
Over at the Inner Courtyard sheltered from the outside world,
Anakin Skywalker went through his lightsaber kata with
practiced ease. He had just turned eleven, a proud moment for
him.
He spun in the air, his shorn blonde hair glistening. His right
hand held his 'saber. His face bore an expression of intense
concentration. He mentally recited a mantra taught by his
Masters, centering the Force within himself. It sang inside him
like a beacon of light; he felt as if he was standing in the
middle of that singing light.
Something wavered... and his 'saber flew out from his hand.
Anakin gasped and reddened with embarrassment. He heard the
'saber clatter and skittle to a stop.
"You lost your balance, Padawan." The light voice of Master
Kenobi said quietly behind him.
The boy looked at his booted feet. "I am sorry, Master."
A rustle of robes. Master Jinn appeared, holding the 'saber in
his hands. Anakin bit his lip.
"Try again, Anakin," the soft gentle voice of the older Master
said. "Open yourself to the Force. Let it flow through you."
"I did," Anakin replied in a small voice. "But..."
The regal blue eyes regarded him solemnly. "But?"
"I thought I felt something...a disturbance," the boy said,
getting a little braver. "Like a flicker of a candle flame..."
"Poetic," Master Kenobi's chuckle was dry.
"But it felt exactly like that!" Anakin blustered but one look
from his younger Master immediately quelled the frustration in
his heart. He sometimes wondered whether the basilisk glare
from Kenobi would actually turn a few errant folks into slimy
cave-toads. But he wondered secretly to himself.
"Go through the kata once more," Master Qui-Gon said, glancing
at his partner with mild rebuke in his eyes.
Anakin bowed deeply to his Masters and retrieved his 'saber.
"Anakin?" Kenobi said suddenly.
Dreading punishment, the boy lifted up his head, his blue eyes
shining with unshed tears of rebellion. Kenobi smiled at him,
his face kindly.
"Practise the kata for half an hour more. Then you can shower
and go for dinner."
"Thank you, Master." Anakin said gratefully. Kenobi nodded and
strode away, followed by Qui-Gon.
With a grin on his young face, he moved into the beginning
stance of the kata, wondering at the change of heart.
Sometimes, he mused as he activated his 'saber, Master Obi-Wan
can be so unpredictable.
The reddish-gold color was slowly taken over by streaks of
purple. Already the thunder seemed louder. The fading light
created shadows in the living room.
"You were harsh on the boy," Qui-Gon Jinn peeled off his robes
and placed them on the table. He stretched and rubbed his
shoulders. There was a sense of restlessness in the air and he
could feel it in his bones.
He curbed a sudden desire to run in the coming storm. Somewhere
in his head, the grey snow-wolf was standing up on his four
paws, pink tongue lolling in the fanged jaws. The snow-wolf
wanted to taste the rain and feel the wind scream over his fur.
"Harsh?" Obi-Wan chuckled but the sting was gone.
"Yes, you were." Qui-Gon ignored the crackling energy in the
air, the primal urge interwoven in the atmosphere of an
incoming thunderstorm. He crossed the floor in a few easy
strides and gathered his lover and bondmate into his arms.
"He was defiant," Obi-Wan countered back. He leaned against the
hard chest, drawing comfort for a blessed moment. He had felt
the same flicker too and he was disturbed.
"So were you, Min."
Obi-Wan could feel himself blushing like Anakin. "I was only
thirteen then."
A burst of amused laughter came from Qui-Gon.
They held each other for a moment as the shadows increased in
their quarters. Then, Qui-Gon gently removed the belt around
his lover's waist.
"Anakin..." Obi-Wan hissed but his eyes were twinkling.
"He won't walk in on us."
Qui-Gon grinned and continued removing the rest of Obi-Wan's
clothes. His hands caressed the tanned skin, savoring its
smooth texture. The hardening in his pants told him of a
certain pressing urgency and he gladly gave in to it.
The grey snow-wolf whined and paced restlessly.
Obi-Wan gasped slightly as he felt fingers running over his
torso. Qui-Gon's beard brushed against his already-flushed
skin. A fingertip stroked his nipples until they stood erect
and tight. He hissed aloud as he felt another finger sliding
between his buttocks.
His lover began to nibble his earlobes with a hunger that
startled him. As he succumbed to the fire, he knew that Qui-Gon
was growling and he welcomed it, relishing and delighting in
the moist kisses on his body. He arched when Qui-Gon eased a
moistened finger into it. It burned for a brief moment and he
relaxed, moaning softly as the pleasure grew. When Qui-Gon
added another finger, Obi-Wan knew that he couldn't take it any
longer. He turned to look at his lover and saw the glowing blue
eyes watching him with an uncommon ferocity.
"Qui-Gon..."
"I know..." The older man said. His erection pressed against
his groin.
Somewhere far away, there was low thunder. Qui-Gon gave a soft
warning and he pushed himself in, feeling a responding tremble
beneath him. They began to move, slowly at first, the rhythm
building up as their desire overwhelmed them. It rose to a peak
and crested, leaving the two men panting in its wake. The
younger one was the first to climax, spurting all over the
place.
Qui-Gon groaned and rested his head against his bondmate's wet
back. He breathed in and out, feeling his breath return back to
normal. His heart thudded in his chest. Silently, they both
sank onto the ground and stayed clasped together, glowing with
post-coital bliss.
Obi-Wan spoke suddenly. "I have heard talk about a new
mission..."
A gusty sigh. "True. They are sending us."
Silence. Obi-Wan shifted a little. Should he tell Qui-Gon about
his misgivings? He ran his hand through his damp hair. It had
grown a little longer and he resolved to trim it if he had
time. He had looked at his own reflection earlier in the day
and he was startled to see lines on his forehead. He was
getting no younger. He was twenty-six but he felt as if he was
forty.
"Obi-Wan?" A large hand stroked his face.
"I am still here," he chuckled and patted Qui-Gon's thigh,
pushing away the dark thoughts in his mind. "Let's go and
change before Anakin comes back."
Qui-Gon could be heard laughing as he released his younger
lover. The Jedi Master enjoyed the peace he was having, the
calm within him.
Yet, somewhere...somewhere, the snow-wolf lurked, his feral
eyes ever watching.
Talons ripped into the soft underbelly of the small animal and
red blood sprayed everywhere in a visceral fountain. Entrails
spilled out from the gaping hole. A powerful claw crushed the
head and severed the neck with a swift blow.
The air was thick with the smell of blood as he fed on the
fresh meat, the sweet metallic fluid turning his fur to a dark
brown...
"Qui-Gon," a soft voice whispered and he lifted his head,
sniffing the air. Ignoring the voice, he continued to tear the
flesh off the bones.
"Qui-Gon!"
This time, he growled...
And awoke, staring into the worried eyes of Obi-Wan.
"Bad dream?"
Qui-Gon nodded, unable to shake away the images of blood and
gore still lingering in his head.
"Shhh, go and sleep." Obi-Wan said softly, soothingly.
Qui-Gon closed his eyes...
And the beast waited for him, the kill fresh before him.
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