Title: The Scientific Method: A Smutlet	
By Keelywolfe (keelywolfe@aol.com)
Rating: NC-17		
Archive: M&A, anyone else, ask.

Category: PWP	

Feedback: Please!

Summary: The boys get to play lab rats.

Disclaimer: Not mine, I make no money, don't sue, I have no money. 

Note: This little smutlet is all the fault of the people in IRC, 
especially Lilith, who was bored and who I offered to write a little 
ficlet for so that she could be entertained. They provided the very 
basic scenario and I provided the smut, so thanks go to Lilith, James 
(especially James, who threw in a few comments that I adapted into the 
story ), Shadow, Nati, Wolfling, Lori and several others for 
encouraging me. This is a slight adaptation to the original, which I 
wrote on IRC. 

"Are you serious?" Qui-Gon looked at his captors in disbelief. The two 
creatures of a species he didn't recognize, both wearing heavy 
respirator masks, seemed to stare back.

"Of course we are! Now, you will show us your mating techniques so that 
we may observe them." The flat, computerized voice held no emotion and 
the two creatures sat back and waited. 

Qui-Gon exchanged an incredulous glance with his Padawan, who was 
standing next to him looking utterly lost and extremely embarrassed.

"I...I'm sure that your files on the breeding habits of different 
creatures are very important but, you see..." Qui-Gon gestured 
helplessly, "We're both male."

"Do not toy with us, human!" The alien leaned forward on two of its 
appendages. "We know that the little one is a female!"

A muffled, indignant sound came from Qui-Gon's left and he had to 
stifle his own disbelieving amusement. He coughed instead, pretending 
to clear his throat. "I assure you, he is most definitely a -he-."

The two creatures conversed briefly in high-pitched chitters before 
turning back to Qui-Gon. "If you cannot mate then you are useless to 
us. We shall get rid of the smaller one and find a suitable mate for 
you."

"Wait!" Obi-Wan cried out abruptly, giving his master a panicked look. 
"Uh, I...uh..." He gave Qui-Gon a hard stare. "Master," he hissed 
between his teeth. "A little help would be nice here." 

Qui-Gon jumped a bit, starting. "Of...of course." He turned and bowed 
to the aliens. "You are right, I shall not lie to you. We will...mate for 
you, if it is necessary." 

Another stare from Obi-Wan. "That wasn't quite the help I had in mind."

"Have you got a better idea?" Qui-Gon hissed, "We're in a Force-
shielded area with no weapons. Would you like to reason with them?" he 
asked pointedly. 

Obi-Wan glanced at their hosts, both creatures standing nearly half 
again his own height with several long, insectoid limbs each ending in 
a larger pincer. He sighed. "No."

"Enough talking! Begin!"

They both jumped, cast wary glances at their very interested audience 
before visibly steeling themselves. A few awkward starts, each 
flinching back briefly before Qui-Gon finally leaned down and pressed a 
reluctant kiss on Obi-Wan's closed lips.

It was terrible, Obi-Wan stood stiffly away from him, lips tightly 
together and Qui-Gon briefly wondered how they were going to go through 
with this. Even as he thought it, Obi-Wan softened a bit, his lips 
parting and Qui-Gon deepened the kiss tentatively. 

Soft heat, the shy flick of Obi-Wan's tongue against his and he 
unconsciously tightened his embrace, kissing the younger man almost 
eagerly now. When had his apprentice become so attractive? It seemed 
that it must have happened overnight, the child he knew being replaced 
by the warm, lithe figure that was now in his arms, pulling back and 
sucking gently on Qui-Gon's lower lip.

"Could you turn some to your left? We can't see you from this angle."

Qui-Gon froze, pulling slowly away from Obi-Wan, who had turned twenty 
shades of crimson and had abruptly seemed to decided that the floor had 
the most interesting design that he had ever seen. 

A deep sigh and Qui-Gon rubbed his temples before casting another glare 
at their captors. How did they manage to get into these situations, he 
wondered briefly.

"We are not going to be able to do this if you continually interrupt 
us," he said sharply. "It is very distracting!"

A few low, monotone murmurs before the spokescreature finally said. 
"Agreed. Proceed."

Sliding a hand under Obi-Wan's chin, Qui-Gon tilted his head back up. 
Obi-Wan gave him a pained look and closed his eyes, waiting and then 
blinked when instead Qui-Gon pressed feather-light kisses over his 
face, trailing over to Obi-Wan's ear to whisper. "It's all right, 
Padawan. Just relax." 

He gently traced the curve of Obi-Wan's ear with the tip of his tongue, 
before dipping inside. "I won't hurt you," he breathed against the 
dampened skin and Obi-Wan shivered helplessly. 

"I...I never thought that you would," Obi-Wan stammered, his hands 
fluttering nervously up to catch at Qui-Gon's shoulder as he nibbled 
his way down the line of Obi-Wan's throat. "I just...I never..."

"Shhh," Qui-Gon murmured, silencing him with his lips, harder this 
time, insisting and Obi-Wan opened to him, allowed the heated press of 
Qui-Gon's tongue to stroke his own.   

Obi-Wan was barely aware of being lowered to the plush cushions that 
covered the floor of their prison, only noticing when he felt their 
softness against his back. Qui-Gon covered Obi-Wan's body with his own, 
a living blanket of warm flesh and Obi-Wan moaned helplessly against 
his lips. 

This...this was not right, this was his -master- but it was so 
difficult to think with those soft lips pressed against his own. 

Obi-Wan felt a hand slide between them, separating them slightly but 
his protests died away unspoken when he felt nimble fingers loosening 
his tunics. The folds of cloth parted quickly under them and a warm 
hand glided in, stroking against the bare skin of his chest. 

The expanse of smooth skin beneath his palm was far too enticing and 
Qui-Gon abandoned Obi-Wan's lips to press his face against it, inhaling 
the scent of warm flesh. Obi-Wan gasped, his hands squeezing Qui-Gon's 
shoulders as he slid further down, nuzzling the fine, soft curls at 
Obi-Wan's belly. 

He lifted a hand to cup Obi-Wan's erection through the thin fabric of 
his trousers and was rewarded with a startled cry. A brief struggle and 
Qui-Gon managed to unfasten them, carefully lifting out the swollen 
length of Obi-Wan's cock. 

Closing his hand over it, he squeezed gently. The hands on his 
shoulders slid down to clench into the cushions beneath as Qui-Gon slid 
lower still, gazing at what his hands had revealed. Crimson, silky 
smooth skin over the hardened shaft, a bead of clear fluid leaking from 
the tip and Qui-Gon was overwhelmed by the urge to lick that soft fluid 
away. 

He lowered his head, intent on doing just that when from behind them 
came, "Um, excuse me? Is that a normal reaction? It isn't in our 
notes..."

Qui-Gon counted to ten in three languages before he gritted out. "Yes! 
It is very normal. Now, if you don't mind?"

"Of course, of course. Proceed."

Obi-Wan's erection had wilted considerably during the brief 
conversation and Qui-Gon lowered his head as he had previously planned, 
running his tongue along the underside of the softening shaft. It 
stiffened quickly at the touch, again rising up to bump Qui-Gon's chin 
and the Jedi master suppressed a smirk before closing his mouth over 
the tip. 

Obi-Wan moaned loudly, his hips arching upward and Qui-Gon captured 
them, pressed them back down against the cushions. He slid down 
further, taking Obi-Wan's cock deeply into his mouth. Moans turned to a 
near shout as Qui-Gon sucked hard, running his tongue along the 
sensitive underside. 

Reaching down, Qui-Gon cupped the soft heaviness between Obi-Wan's 
legs, stroking his thumb over the velvety skin as he pulled back, 
sucking hard as he slowly released Obi-Wan's cock from his mouth. He 
surged back down quickly, dragging a strangled cry from the younger 
man. 

Setting up a careful rhythm of hard pressure and gentle licks, Qui-Gon 
teased his Padawan until Obi-Wan was squirming beneath him and pleading 
in soft, broken whispers for more, for anything. 

Finally, Qui-Gon took the hardened shaft deeply into his mouth, sucking 
hard as he gently rolled the soft sac in his palm and Obi-Wan nearly 
screamed, arching up helpless as he came. Hard tremors racked his body 
and Qui-Gon held his hips still, felt irregular pulses go through Obi-
Wan's cock as he spilled his seed over the stroking pad of Qui-Gon's 
tongue. 

Qui-Gon gently released the softening shaft from his lips, one hand 
slipping upwards to stroke Obi-Wan's belly soothingly, calming the 
younger man's wild tremblings. Pressing a last, gentle kiss to the soft 
head, he carefully tucked the softened cock back into Obi-Wan's 
trousers and fastened them. 

Leaning up on his elbows, Obi-Wan looked down at his master silently. 
Neither spoke, only the soft touch of deep blue eyes on gray, the blue 
reflecting gentle concern. Then Obi-Wan leaned forward and captured 
Qui-Gon's face in his hands, kissing him tenderly, lightly running the 
tip of his tongue over Qui-Gon's lips and tasting the faint bitterness 
of his own pleasure. 

They both jumped when a voice boomed from behind them. "Thank you. That 
was most informative. Was that typical of mating for your species?"

Qui-Gon blinked, hesitating and grunted when he received a sharp elbow 
to the ribs from Obi-Wan. "Uh, yes. Yes, that was very typical. That is 
how our species mates."

Years of Jedi training held back the laughter that was trying to fight 
its way out and he nearly lost control anyway when he glanced at Obi-
Wan and saw the owlish look of wide-eyed innocence on his face. Not so 
innocent any longer, he thought with a private smirk. 

"Yes, most informative." One long...claw was punching buttons on some 
kind of datapad and the Jedi watched warily as their captors recorded 
whatever information it was that they wanted. The spokescreature 
finished with something resembling a satisfied sigh. 

"Now then, we shall be releasing you back into your general populace, 
after we tag you. We like to keep track of our specimens for one 
standard year after the tests."

Biting his tongue, Qui-Gon held back sharp words that would have said 
exactly how he felt about being tagged as a test subject, felt Obi-
Wan's indignation as his Padawan apparently held back similar words.

Almost over, he told himself. Just a little longer and this whole mess 
would be over and then they could forget about it. He cast another 
sidelong look at his Padawan; the younger man's skin still faintly 
flushed and damp with perspiration. Well, perhaps he wouldn't forget 
everything...

The second creature approached the first and another session of high 
pitched chattering sounds ensued before the first one turned back to 
the Jedi. "There is, apparently, one last thing before we release you."

Both humans sighed. "Yes, what is it?" Qui-Gon asked wearily at the 
same moment his padawan muttered, "I have a bad feeling about this..."

"Our research has shown us that there is another form of mating. 
Penetration?" Apparently, the breather mask he wore did not allow the 
creature to see the dawning horror on the Jedi's faces. "You will 
demonstrate this before you depart. Proceed."

-finis-