Title: Symbiont Circle
Author: Michelle
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Rating: WARNING - NC 17 for graphic sexual situations IF YOU ARE NOT OVER THE AGE OF 18, CLICK THE BACK BUTTON ON YOUR BROWSER NOW.
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Category: Qui Gon/Obi Wan slash (male/male sexual situations - DO NOT read if this is upsetting to you)
Summary: A solemn rite of passage for the Apprentice that becomes a revelation to both Master and Apprentice.
Time Frame: Approximately one year prior to "The Phantom Menace"
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to George Lucas and Lucasfilm LTD, and no copyright infringement is intended. No monies are being made from this little piece of work.
Archiving: Master/Apprentice, OKEB, QJEB, all others please ask
Qui Gon entered the room followed by his apprentice. Obi Wan?s eyes circled the darkened, circular room, unknowing if they were alone or if the Masters were with them. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. He knew to not trust his feelings where the Masters were concerned. They were powerful and could conceal their presence well.
He followed Qui Gon into the circle of light in the center of the room and stood opposite him. The receiving of the Master?s midichlorians was an ages old part of the training and marked the end of a stage, but Obi Wan saw it as more. Much more. Had Qui Gon known the eagerness with which Obi Wan had been looking forward to the physical aspects of the ceremony, he would?ve scolded him to remember the symbolic overtures of the ceremony, not to mention the necessity of receiving the midichlorians. He would?ve said that the physical nature of the ceremony was a means to an end and, while not to be ignored, it was not the aspect to focus on.
Obi Wan would?ve agreed with him completely. His mind railed at him to focus on the symbolism of the entwining of Master and Apprentice, but his body trembled when he thought of kneeling before his Master.
Obi Wan?s mind had been wracked with questions regarding his feelings for his Master for the past few months. Both father figure and teacher, Obi Wan revered every word that fell from Qui Gon?s lips. His respect for his Master was all consuming, but in the months leading up to this ceremony, distinctly new feelings accompanied his reverence. They twisted sharply in Obi Wan?s stomach like the blade of a knife, often waking him in the middle of the night. He would lay in bed desperately trying to deny what he knew he felt, until one night he gave up fighting, surrendering to the feeling of craving he felt toward his Master, helpless to fight its strength.
Never before had Obi Wan felt such feelings toward a man. Never before had there been an. . . ache. While he would never attempt to predict his own future, he doubted he ever would feel this way again about any man.
They had endured three days of fasting and meditation together to prepare for this ceremony; their minds were clear and they were wholly attuned to each other. It took no more than a glance from Qui Gon and Obi Wan sensed his Master?s... unease?
Qui Gon stood before him now, eyes penetrating him, boring holes through him. He closed his eyes, meditating, and Obi Wan did the same. Silencing the mind. But not the body. No, not now, impossible.
Obi Wan sensed Qui Gon approaching him and opened his eyes to find Qui Gon standing directly in front of him. Staring at him, knowing that Obi Wan sensed his...whatever it was. Obi Wan sensed an inner struggle in Qui Gon. Whispering, to him alone.
"Qui Gon, it is all right."
Qui Gon shot a disapproving glare deep into Obi Wan?s soul. He knew to respect the ceremony more than that and vowed not to say another word unless urged to speak.
Obi Wan nearly jumped when Qui Gon touched him on the right hand, lifting it slowly to his mouth, brushing each finger against his lips, letting his tongue moisten each fingertip and whispering against each one.
"Power in thee..."
Obi Wan?s left hand was christened in this way as well, and he felt the effect it was having on his body. He felt Qui Gon?s power surging through him. As he stared at his Master, he sensed Qui Gon letting go of...whatever it was, and something else taking its place. Easy to place. Carnality, untamed and obvious and Obi Wan let Qui Gon?s feelings into his soul.
Qui Gon stepped closer to Obi Wan and softly placed his hands on either side of Obi Wan?s head, drawing him close. As their mouths neared, Obi Wan heard Qui Gon whisper; so close he felt his breath on his lips.
"Power to thee, Apprentice."
His mouth was on Obi Wan?s, open against his lips. Obi Wan felt Qui Gon?s tongue enter his mouth and caress his teeth and his tongue, symbolizing the power of his words. He drank him in, bringing his hands perhaps a bit to roughly to Qui Gon?s head, not daring to guide him, but feeling the movements through his newly christened fingertips. Obi Wan knew this was an ages old ceremony, part of the training and meant to be nothing more than another step in it, but he couldn?t help but feel, as Qui Gon?s mouth possessed him, that it all was new, all for the two of them.
As Obi Wan returned the kiss as he was meant to, caressing Qui Gon?s mouth with his own, sharing his essence, Qui Gon pulled away with a soft, sucking sound. As Qui Gon paced a circle around Obi Wan - paced around the circle of light - Obi Wan remained stoic and still, staring at Qui Gon and as he passed in front of him, eyes locked onto eyes and it was like two caged animals. Qui Gon controlled, knowing how to leash his carnality. Obi Wan, as the apprentice, showing absolute respect for Qui Gon?s abilities and bowed to his master deferentially.
Qui Gon stopped pacing after he?d completed three circles around Obi Wan and stood directly behind him, Obi Wan feeling his powerful presence there, sensing his...ache? Knowing what came next made it no easier to maintain control of himself. Qui Gon stepped slowly up to Obi Wan, who wore the full regalia of the Jedi for the ceremony. He felt Qui Gon?s hands on his shoulders as he eased the brown cloak from his shoulders, letting it slip down his arms and pool around him. Obi Wan stood as still as he was supposed to be, but trembled as Qui Gon?s beard brushed his ear, his voice filling him.
"Unclothed before thy Master."
And then something...happened. Something that wasn?t part of tradition, something not in the script of the ceremony.
Obi Wan felt Qui Gon?s tongue draw quickly, briefly along his ear. Obi Wan?s shiver was visible, the violent way he inhaled was audible, and if the other Masters were here Qui Gon would?ve been chastised immediately.
They were alone.
"Qui Gon..." Obi Wan whispered his name, knowing they were alone, knowing he had a bit more latitude within the confines of the ceremony since the other masters weren?t here.
"Obi Wan, stop. Respect..." Qui Gon hovered behind him, whispering still in his ear.
Apparently he had no extra room to breathe.
"Yes Master."
Touching the robe, pulling it down, letting it fall, and though Qui Gon still wore the coverings of a Jedi, Obi Wan felt the pure, physical power of him. He leaned into Qui Gon, raising a bit to come to his ear.
"Unclothed before thy Apprentice."
Obi Wan went against the ceremony?s dictate as Qui Gon had, snaking his tongue out, tasting his ear, and took it further, sucking Qui Gon?s earlobe into his mouth. He heard Qui Gon inhale deeply, but then step forward, away from him.
Obi Wan knew he?d gone too far, and Qui Gon would lecture him when this was through.
Qui Gon turned to face him and Obi Wan silenced his mind, allowing Qui Gon to sense his thoughts as was necessary. Obi Wan sensed Qui Gon?s thoughts and all he felt was the carnality of him. As he allowed himself to draw into Qui Gon?s thoughts, he sensed himself there already.
Their thoughts were each other?s now, and yet another layer of bonding between Master and Apprentice was laid.
Only the physical exchange remained, when Obi Wan would accept his Master?s midichlorians into his body, strengthening him, imparting him with the essence of his Master.
Qui Gon approached Obi Wan again and he felt his Master?s hands loosening the belt that held his Jedi coverings together. As the belt fell to the ground, the clothing covering his torso fell open and a whoosh of cool air chilled Obi Wan. Qui Gon raised his hand in front of his Apprentice and lowered it slowly and Obi Wan?s loosened clothing followed his Master?s command, falling to the floor. Qui Gon looked deeply into Obi Wan?s eyes as he approached him and Obi Wan sensed Qui Gon?s intentions for him weren?t all to be dictated by the ceremony.
Then Qui Gon?s hands were at the waist of his leggings, pulling them down slowly, letting them fall to Obi Wan?s feet. Qui Gon knelt before him now, bringing his mouth close to Obi Wan?s cock, union imminent. Shuddering violently and seemingly unable to exhale, Obi Wan felt his Master?s breath there, hot and strong. Eyes closed, Qui Gon whispered against it.
"Unclothed before thy Master..."
Obi Wan could not control a quiet moan from escaping his lips as he felt his Master?s breath on his cock. When he felt Qui Gon?s tongue draw up its shaft, he had to fight every urge to buckle at the knees, let his christened fingers tangle in his Master?s hair, and guide his cock into his Master?s mouth.
He fought the urge well, remaining still and firm and as silent as possible while Qui Gon continued to taste him, never taking him fully into his mouth.
Qui Gon had yet again gone against dictate, strengthening his rebellious reputation in his Apprentice?s mind. This was Obi Wan?s ceremony and it was his duty to fall to his knees before his Master. His duty and his privilege. Yet here was the Master, kneeling before the Apprentice.
Qui Gon stood and Obi Wan looked at him and saw a different man than the one that had undressed him. His face flushed, his eyes, while still cool and in control, had his arousal shining in them.
Obi Wan approached his Master, knowing what he was meant to do and wondering how far he should take it...how far past the dictates Qui Gon would let him go.
He stood directly in front of Qui Gon, naked before his Master. He needed - ached - for his Master to be naked before him and loosened Qui Gon?s belt with a bit too much passion, throwing it to the floor instead of letting it fall. And when he motioned for the robes that covered his Master?s torso to fall, his desire - his passion - was all too apparent when Qui Gon?s dressings flew across the room.
Qui Gon smiled.
"Mind your control Obi Wan. Mind your power."
"Yes Master." Obi Wan heard him and tried to obey as he let his hands press against the flesh on his Master?s hips, sliding his hands between the firm flesh and the cloth of his leggings, easing them down to Qui Gon?s ankles. He tried to obey, but found his control and his power nearly gone. His master now stood naked before him, his flesh golden and scented with nothing more than his own sweat, but Obi Wan found it sweeter than any perfumed oil.
Obi Wan knelt before his Master and let his eyes sweep up to meet Qui Gon?s.
"Unclothed before thy Apprentice."
Obi Wan closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, taking in the scent of his Master, waiting for his Master?s instructions. His permission to move. His permission to exhale.
Then he literally couldn?t stop himself. He felt his arms move as if they were being lifted by a thousand shafts of light. They were brought to Qui Gon?s thighs, and as they were pressed there, the feeling was gone and he was under his own, rather tenuous control.
It was clear what his Master wanted.
Obi Wan stroked Qui Gon?s thighs, marveling at the power that writhed just beneath his fingers. He followed his instincts, sure that his Master would stop him if he went too far. Obi Wan brought his mouth to his Master?s thigh, pressing his lips to it, letting his tongue taste the skin of his Master, biting him softly. And he heard Qui Gon?s breathing quicken as ragged words escaped his lips.
"Apprentice, drink in thy Master?s essence." Qui Gon paused, moaning softly. "Apprentice, fill thyself with the spirit of thy Master."
"Yes Master." Obi Wan mumbled it rather dismissively, knowing he had to say it, but then concentrating on fulfilling the dictates of the ceremony. His lips circled around his Master?s cock and he sucked gently on the head, feeling Qui Gon?s hands in his hair, grasping his head, pushing him slowly forward.
"Obi Wan. . ." Qui Gon moaned his name quietly, pleading.
When his Master spoke his name, Obi Wan let go of the dictates and let go of the duty and the privilege and lost himself to this man. Master or no, he was a man first and foremost, a man Obi Wan had come to love and crave and need and desire.
He impaled his mouth on his Master?s cock, desperate to give pleasure to him, desperate for him to know that it wasn?t simply about the midichlorians.
He sensed his Master knew and Obi Wan sensed his Master felt the same.
Qui Gon?s cock was strong and hard and a struggle to swallow, but Obi Wan managed and wondered if he?d ever tasted anything so sweet. His Master filled his senses and as he nourished himself on his Master?s cock, the memory of Qui Gon?s tongue on his cock caused a shudder to race up his back and Obi Wan could still feel his tongue wet there, touching him, branding him forever as his own.
And his Master?s voice, quiet, ragged, a whisper from above him.
"You are mine. I am yours. Master becomes Apprentice and. . . ." Qui Gon moaned as Obi Wan constricted his throat around his Master?s cock. ". . .and Apprentice becomes Master. . . We are one."
Obi Wan let Qui Gon?s cock slip from his lips, needing to say his name, needing to speak it. "Master. . .Qui Gon. . ."
"You shall not receive the midichlorians yet Obi Wan." Qui Gon, his voice still ragged and still a whisper, backed away from him and Obi Wan sat on his knees confused, breathless, waiting for an answer from his Master.
Qui Gon fell to his knees in front of Obi Wan, going so far past the dictates of the ceremony that Obi Wan felt they were creating their own and not caring a whit about the dictates or the traditions or the symbolism. About any of it. All he cared about was on his knees before him now and Obi Wan trusted him with his training, with his life, with...everything.
"Obi Wan, you know I go against dictates now and you have every right to report me to the Council."
"Master I wouldn?t dream of ever doing such a thing."
"You have the right to a new Master."
"If I cannot have you as a Master, I shall not become a Jedi. It is your midichlorians I want inside me, and no other shall ever be."
Qui Gon smiled.
"It is not just the midichlorians is it Obi Wan?"
"No Master, it is not."
Qui Gon smiled at Obi Wan and he attempted a smile, but it was crushed under a powerful kiss from his Master. Unleashed and untamed and wild and Obi Wan couldn?t breathe. Gone was the ceremony, wiped clean was the symbolism and all that remained was the want and the need and the desire.
Qui Gon possessed Obi Wan utterly; his Master?s power and control consuming him and he gladly gave in to it. Qui Gon?s mouth moved in slow, deliberate waves against Obi Wan?s lips, parting them and Obi Wan felt his Master?s tongue again in his mouth, but this time there was no formality, no dictates telling his Master how he should move, how he should behave. His Master?s tongue swirled inside his mouth, teasing Obi Wan?s tongue into his mouth and Obi Wan felt the heat in the soft, wet confines of Qui Gon?s mouth. He felt his passion rising up as he grabbed the sides of his Master?s head, weaving his fingers in his long hair and pulling him closer still. Obi Wan wanted to slip effortlessly through his Master, wanting to become a part of him.
His tongue frantically explored Qui Gon?s mouth and Obi Wan felt himself beginning to lose control and he could sense his Master?s concern. But his Master knew nothing of the passion - of the frenzied craving - that had been building up in Obi Wan. It was now unleashed and Obi Wan clutched at Qui Gon, pulling him harder, tighter, against him, kissing him with unequaled hunger, wanting to possess him, wanting to become part of him. He sensed Qui Gon?s confusion and desire. But Obi Wan was gone - over the edge - and there was no stopping and all that mattered was becoming one with his Master, pleasuring him, pleasing him, showing his Master what he was capable of. Showing his Master his power.
And with a shove of his finger, Qui Gon pushed Obi Wan back. The Master had returned.
"Do not forget your place Obi Wan. Master and Apprentice. You are passionate beyond what I thought you capable of, and your strength is formidable, but know that I am the Master and I can - and will - contain you if necessary."
"Yes Master. My apologies Master. I shall work on my restraint." Obi Wan breathed hard, labored, trying to catch his breath. The carnality remained in his eyes and the passion remained savage in him, but he willingly yielded to the supremacy of his Master.
"Now Obi Wan," Qui Gon ran his finger down Obi Wan?s chest, drawing a path through his sweat, "I want you to stand."
"Master, it is I who should be...I need your midichlorians..."
"And so you shall have them. Just not yet."
Obi Wan stood before his kneeling Master and saw Qui Gon bow low before him, feeling his Master?s lips on his feet, his tongue bathing them. Obi Wan groaned and swayed and felt the control of his Master in him and still just wanted to drop and get his cock back in his mouth, where it belonged tonight.
Qui Gon kissed his way up Obi Wan?s leg and Obi Wan wondered how he would ever manage to remain standing as he quivered with each lash of his Master?s tongue.
And Qui Gon was there again, hovering in front of Obi Wan?s cock, and he could feel the ragged breaths and the heat from his Master?s skin and please Master, take it, take me...
Qui Gon spoke again, his lips brushing against the head of Obi Wan?s cock, his eyes closed. "And the Master becomes the Apprentice..."
Obi Wan pondered his words, but then his cock slipped between his Master?s lips and Obi Wan felt the gates of heaven open, fighting his desire to cry out with joy and lust and fulfilled need. He felt his Master?s tongue flick along his shaft as Qui Gon took it deep into his mouth and Obi Wan wanted to guide it deeper but let Qui Gon dictate the pace. Grateful, just so very grateful to his Master that he wanted to drop to his knees and cry.
His Master stroked his thighs and it was as if flame jumped from his fingers and burned Obi Wan?s flesh and if there was ever any doubt as to who the Master was, it disappeared as Obi Wan melted under his Master?s touch.
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Qui Gon had not expected this ceremony - this most sacred ceremony - to get this out of hand, but his desire for his apprentice would not be denied and the very nature of this ceremony dictated that any latent sexual feelings between Master and Apprentice be dealt with.
Dealt with they were, and Qui Gon felt guilt-ridden for denying his Apprentice the beauty of the ceremony, but had sensed the feelings of lust in his student - sensed the overflowing passion, the want and the need. He knew instinctively that they matched his own. It had been his decision to throw the dictates to the wind and he would stand before the Council because of it if necessary.
But Obi Wan had stated his loyalty and came close to admitting his love. Qui Gon sensed it, knew it, and sensed that Obi Wan knew of his feelings as well.
Beyond it all, he knew that his Apprentice?s cock was filling his mouth now, and he could taste the sweet pre-ejaculate. He swallowed the honeyed liquid and knew that he had his Apprentice?s midichlorians in him. He knew he?d made the right decision. It bound Apprentice to Master in ways not fathomed by the Council.
Obi Wan?s cock twitched in his mouth and he heard his Apprentice moan. Raising his eyes upward, he saw Obi Wan throw his head back and felt the man?s hands weave through his hair. Qui Gon sensed all that Obi Wan felt, but heard his words and felt his own cock jump, ready to share it?s plentiful bounty.
Qui Gon somehow managed to slip his lips off his student?s potent cock and whispered against it. "You are to be a Jedi Obi Wan, of this I am certain." He paused and let the tip of his Apprentice?s cock moisten his lips. "You are a physical part of me now. Now and forever you dwell in me. That is all I can promise."
Saying that, rebuffing his Apprentice?s foolhardy request for life-long sexual fulfillment and life-long love, Qui Gon impaled his mouth on his student?s cock, determined to live a lifetime in the moments he had with Obi Wan.
His Apprentice?s body was exquisite. Young, hard, and lean and possessing all the power and strength required of a Jedi, but Obi Wan?s body overflowed with all of it. His mind overflowed with wisdom and common sense and he was truly the wiser man of the two and Qui Gon sensed great things for this man.
Qui Gon drew his mouth slowly along his Apprentice?s rigid cock, feeling another drop of pre-ejaculate coat his tongue. For the moment, Qui Gon ignored his ever present ability to sense others? feelings, wanting to remain ignorant of his student?s thoughts and feelings, wanting only to experience the moment with him, wanting only to a part of Obi Wan. He pulled his mouth from around his Apprentice?s cock and circled its head with his tongue.
Obi Wan moaned, long and loud...
Then, a violent shove backward and Qui Gon fell onto his back, propped up at his elbows, Obi Wan hovering over him.
"Master, let me. I am the Apprentice, you are the Master. I live to learn from you, to follow where you lead. I wish to follow now. I wish to give to you first." He paused. "I will give to you first."
Qui Gon fell onto his back, his eyes closed, unable to deny his apprentice his wishes. He and Obi Wan had been mentally and physically preparing themselves for the ceremony and Qui Gon found he could not deny his Apprentice what few dictates of it were still attainable. He pulled himself to his feet and stood in the center of the circle of light. "As you wish Obi Wan. We shall go by the dictates."
Obi Wan jumped up and stood before Qui Gon. "Master, it is not that I need to go by the laws...I just want..."
"I know Obi Wan." Qui Gon paused, closing his eyes. "Let us quiet our minds."
"Apprentice, drink in thy Master?s essence." As Obi Wan fell to his knees in front of him, Qui Gon closed his eyes and placed his hand on the back of Obi Wan?s head, guiding him forward and speaking in a whisper. "Apprentice, fill thyself with the spirit of thy Master."
As Obi Wan took him into his mouth once again, Qui Gon stood firm and unmoving and fought with his own will, determined to allow his apprentice to experience the solemnity of the ceremony but selfishly wanting to ravish him. He sensed Obi Wan?s thoughts strong with him.
Obi Wan?s lips slipped up to the tip of his cock and he whispered inaudible musings softly against it, Qui Gon sensing them before he heard - before he felt - them. The feeling of the words - the mouth - on his cock was burning and soothing and Qui Gon closed his eyes in meditation. Control...control...force all thought from the mind and just feel...
And Obi Wan?s thoughts were with him and Qui Gon sensed the adoration.
Obi Wan?s lips glided along the moistened shaft of Qui Gon?s cock as he continued to murmur against it. Qui Gon knew the words being whispered - knew that he?d gotten exactly what he?d asked for - and somehow it was the most tragic, beautiful gift he?d ever been given. In this moment of weakness, his soul wept that the fate that made them Master and Apprentice wouldn?t allow reciprocation during this consecration.
Qui Gon felt Obi Wan?s hands slip around to the back of his thighs and pull him further into his mouth, his cock slipping deep into his apprentice?s throat. Obi Wan constricted around it and Qui Gon felt his legs trembling, feeling his hand, still holding the back of his apprentice?s head as the dictates called for, fisting around Obi Wan?s ponytail and squeezing it harshly. A moan from the back of Qui Gon?s throat escaped his lips as his apprentice let his cock slip from his throat and back into the lush confines of his wondrous mouth.
Obi Wan began to draw his mouth along Qui Gon?s cock with added fervor, his tongue flicking along its length, his lips closing tightly around the base. He took his Master?s cock into his throat with every lunge. Qui Gon quivered, feeling a fire ignite in his heart. It spread slowly out from his chest throughout his body and he wondered if Obi Wan could feel its heat. He sensed that the fire had consumed them both, and it burned his body and seared his soul.
Qui Gon felt the flames lapping down his body, knowing that the only thing that would quench the fire was the devotion - and the mouth - of his Apprentice.
Obi Wan sensed his thoughts and returned them in kind. //Release yourself to me Master...//
Somehow the words came to him, and Qui Gon breathed them as much as spoke them. "Apprentice, receive the...the life of thy Master..."
Qui Gon felt Obi Wan?s hands slide up his stomach and he impetuously grabbed one tightly with his free hand, keeping the other steady on the back of his Apprentice?s head. And he felt his Obi Wan drawing his living essence from him and felt his need, his ache, his desperate want, to receive his Master...
His eyes moistened with tears of desperation, Qui Gon felt a violent spasm rock through his body, and with a deep, guttural moan, he released himself to Obi Wan, filling his Apprentice with all that lived in him.
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Obi Wan accepted his Master?s midichlorians into his body, astonished at the power they had already endowed him with as they began their journey through his body.
He felt his Master?s strength - of body, of character, of will - coursing through him. He felt blessed with Qui Gon?s wisdom, sanctified by his living spirit, and healed by his devotion. He felt supremely alive and as tears sprung to his eyes, he wanted to fall to his Master?s feet in worshipful gratitude.
Obi Wan felt reborn. Baptized in the sacrifice of his Master.
Qui Gon collapsed to his knees in front of Obi Wan, emotionally drained and physically exhausted. Obi Wan fell against him, his forehead resting against Qui Gon?s shoulder, his breathing hard and ragged. "Master...I...tell me how I...I can best serve you..."
Qui Gon?s arms went around his Apprentice, supporting him though he could barely support himself, slowly stroking his sweat-covered back, and somehow he found the strength to speak. "Do not speak Obi Wan and do not serve me. Just be mindful and learn."
Qui Gon leaned close to his Apprentice?s ear, kissing it softly. "Know that I am a living part of you. I will dwell in you forever, just as you dwell in me. We are in symbionce..."
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