Pairing: O/Q, Q/M implied,
Rating: R m/m sex.
Warnings: Mild dominance/submission. Voyeurism discussed.
Category: Angst. First Time.
Archive: M_A, anybody else you want it you got it.
Disclaimer: As always the Jedi belong to George Lucas.
Spoilers: None. Obi-Wan is 21
Summary: Sequel to Tattoo. Qui-Gon makes amends.
Notes: Thanks to Amber for her beta and ADM for her efforts. Any
remaining mistakes belong to me alone. I may have bitten off more
than I can chew. I hope it does not prove indigestible.
Feedback: Yes please! Reply to OldToxicHd@aol.com
"We decided that because the people we loved owned our
hearts we should have their names tattooed on us. Showing that
they owned our bodies as well."- Bant 'Tattoo'
Obi-Wan's cock hung limply inches from his face. Gingerly he
grasped the penis before him and lifted it gently. There along
the sensitive underside were letters picked out in green
calligraphy. It took a moment before his brain was willing to
process the name. Qui-Gon Jinn was the name of Obi-Wan's secret
love.
Stunned Qui-Gon dropped his apprentice's penis as if it was a
red-hot brand. Struggling to breathe to think he fell back on his
heels. Trying to school his features the Master watched
helplessly as his Padawan's face crumbled from resignation to
hurt. From one aching breath to another the young man fled to his
room, the door slamming behind him.
'What have I done', his mind screamed. He leapt to his feet and
ran to Obi-Wan's door. Quiet sobbing could clearly be heard.
Laying his forehead against the cold hard surface of the door his
mind raced along the training bond he shared with his Padawan to
find it blocked. Not just blocked, nearly severed! Despair and
panic rose in equal measure almost overwhelming him before he
could disperse them into the Force.
"Obi-Wan, Padawan, open the door" he pleaded. "It
was not what it seemed. Please let me in." Qui-Gon strained
to hear an answer. The sobbing continued unabated.
Centering himself he considered his options. One option was
patience. He could wait until his apprentice opened the door on
his own. He feared Obi-Wan would have irrevocably come to a
decision by then and be tightly shielded before the door opened.
He dreaded seeing the features he knew so well set along
stubborn, willful lines shutting him out. Another course would be
to force the door and make the younger man listen to him. Hadn't
he forced things enough already, his conscience screamed. He had
handled this very badly letting his jealousy rule his actions.
Closing his eyes he immersed himself in the Force seeking
guidance.
Determination showed in his eyes as he opened them moments later.
Reaching out with the Force he tripped the locking mechanism of
the door. His beloved Padawan lay before him on the narrow
student sleep- couch. Still naked Obi-Wan was pressed tightly
into the join between the wall and the bed. Sobs continued to
wrack the lithe form. Kneeling silently beside the crying man he
leaned forward and brushed his lips against the nape of his
Apprentice's neck. Obi-Wan's back stiffened. A tendril of thought
along their bond was ruthlessly repelled.
"Go away Master." Bitterness filled the young man's
voice.
"No" the Master murmured sighing, "I will never
leave you my love." Carefully, his body trembling, he
planted soft kisses along Obi-Wan's shoulder. Kissing the
delicate outer curve of the ear before him he spoke softly,
"I love you my beautiful Padawan." Qui-Gon continued
kissing outlining a shoulder blade. Kissing was too shallow a
word for his obeisance. Taking his time the Master nuzzled the
soft skin over his love's spine. His tongue darted out to taste
the tender flesh. A shudder passed through the skin beneath his
lips.
Obi-Wan had begun to slowly relax under Qui-Gon's attentions. The
shuddering sobs had ceased. Heartened he moved to nibble the edge
of his Apprentice's ribcage concentrating on the areas that
elicited the greatest response. Still the slim body stayed
resolutely turned away from him.
Setting aside his own desires he cleared his mind focusing only
on that which his lips touched. It became as a meditative trance.
His world shrunk to ascertaining and fulfilling the needs of
every square unit of the young man's back.
Forgotten were his own tears as their saltiness blended with the
taste of the skin he worshiped. He was erect. How could he not be
aroused finally kissing the shell that contained the bright
spirit he loved. The responses of his own body were immaterial.
He had delayed the gratification of his flesh for so long it no
longer seemed necessary. Implacably the Master covered Obi-wan
with kisses and nips tracing bone, sinew and muscle. Diligent, he
thought no further than the next portion of his Padawan's
succulent tissue he needed to soothe.
It was with surprise that he reached the soft rise of Obi-Wan's
buttocks. Overcome he lay his cheek gently against the small of
his Apprentice's back. Closing his eyes he basked in the living
warmth. Nothing had ever felt so right as this skin next to his
own. Surely Obi- Wan could sense this too. He poured the love and
concern that filled his heart through the bond between them
hoping that his love would accept some of it. A soft moan escaped
the supple body.
Qui-Gon pledged his love quietly, his lips pressed into his
Padawan's flesh. Inhaling deeply he let the scent of his beloved
lend him strength. With the help of the Force this will work. It
must work. He would not give-up after waiting so long. He would
make amends, make things right with Obi-Wan. Fresh tears leaked
from beneath his lids to trickle down the smooth skin against his
face.
Touching his Padawan with his hand for the first time since
entering the room Qui-Gon's trembling finger softly slid along
the cleft in the young man's behind. The muscles on either side
clenched, denying him access. Heedless of the wrench in his gut
at the exclusion he followed the path of his finger with his
tongue. Muscles still clenched Obi-Wan nevertheless quaked at the
intimate caress. Determined, the Master slowly licked the valley
again and again until he felt the muscles on both sides relax. He
nuzzled the tender flesh for moment fighting for composure.
Planting small kisses down towards the ring of puckered tissue
his heart leapt when he felt Obi-Wan pushing back into his
kisses. Restraining himself he merely brushed his lips over the
entrance to his love's body. He promised himself that there would
be time for more intensive exploration later after he had won his
Padawan back.
Moving to explore the young man's legs he let himself smile at
the faint moan from Obi-Wan. Using both hands as well as his
mouth he made sure that the strong thighs and calves received the
attention they deserved. He was about to begin on the young man's
feet when they were swiftly pulled from his grasp.
"Enough, Master please." Obi-Wan blurted turning and
raising himself to sit on the edge of the bed. He visibly
trembled his eyes closed his hands white-knuckled gripping the
bedding. Distress and arousal warred over his features.
Qui-Gon shifted and sat back on his heels before his Padawan's
knees. Flushed, tear-streaked and lips parted Obi-Wan's face was
the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He permitted himself
to drink in the sight of his beloved. Muscles jumped and twitched
beneath the smooth skin as if the young man was ready to explode.
The Master wanted to gather the rigidly held body in his arms but
dare not. His eyes drifted down of their own accord to the
upright penis. Green letters danced livid against the angry flesh
bobbing up between Obi-Wan's thighs.
Obi-Wan strove to achieve some measure of control within his
self- imposed darkness. In all the fantasies he had of revealing
his feelings to Qui-Gon he never came close to envisioning the
events of today. He had had pleasant daydreams of seducing his
Master. Overcoming his objections with his love. Other scenarios
featured the older man crazed with lust just taking him.
Humiliated before his Master had never been part of his dreams.
It would be easy to blame Bant for telling about the tattoo.
Facing three masters, one of them on the Council he knew he
couldn't have done better than his friend and no doubt would have
done worse. Part of him wished that the Calamarian had told all.
Then maybe he could've talked to his Master. Instead things had
gotten bad so quickly he was sure Qui-Gon would've sent him away
if he knew.
If he was honest with himself he had to admit that things had
been going downhill for months by the time Bant had coughed up
her egg- sack about the tattoo. He knew the exact day when his
Master had changed towards him. It was the day of his
astrophysics exam. Elated with his performance he had hurried
back to their quarters to share his good news. His happy words
died on his lips when he saw his Master. The man had looked
stricken, his eyes bright with unshed tears.
Obi-Wan had waited for Qui-Gon to tell him of the tragedy that
had brought the sorrowful mien. He had seen that expression or at
least its kin a few times on the Master's face and composed
himself to bear the bad news. However the older man had told him
nothing and had forcefully rebuffed his questions. Over the next
few days he had seen the unexplained sadness replaced by chilly
disapproval.
Soon he could do nothing right. The warm comradery he had enjoyed
at his Master's side was gone. Every time he turned around he
found his teacher staring at him as if he wanted to thrash him.
Commands and lectures were the only words he received from the
other man. Obi-Wan wracked his brain for what he had done to
offend his Master so.
Then he had found his poem missing. It had been stupid to carry
it around but the childish scribble had made his unrequited love
more bearable somehow. If his Master had found it, read it and
realized it was about him. Obi-Wan's heart had sunk further sure
that the older man had been insulted by his composition and the
audacity of his feelings. Steeling himself he had gone to his
Master and asked if he had seen it. Qui-Gon had denied seeing
anything like it and that was that. Masters do not lie. They
might withhold information if they thought it was appropriate but
lie, no.
Feeling more composed Obi-Wan dared to let himself consider his
Master's words and actions since the older man had forced the
lock on the door. Qui-Gon whispering of love into his ear, into
his skin. The words he had dreamed of for so many lonely nights.
Those lips making love to his skin. He had wanted to turn into
that touch, that warmth so badly. There was a time when he
thought he would accept any relationship his Master offered on
any terms. After the tyranny of the last months he wasn't sure.
Submission, so much of his life had come down to submission. Obey
the will of the Force was the cornerstone, and in his mind it had
become synonymous with following Qui-Gon. Willingly he had served
his Master and the Order, striving for perfect compliance.
Acceding to quaint customs and ugly prejudices on every mission.
Deferential to master and knight alike. Everyone's wishes took
precedence over his own. He had been happy in his surrender, his
duty.
That changed just as his Master had. The man had been so ruthless
and severe that Obi-Wan had instinctively sought escape. Qui-Gon
hadn't desired to bend him but to break him to wrest all the
secrets of his soul. It seemed that keeping his tattoo private
had become a fight for the integrity of his spirit. As if in
yielding, a part of him would ceases to exist. He had not openly
defied his Master but he had resisted as much as he dared. If he
acquiesced to the large man now would he find himself helplessly
dominated more of a slave than a partner? Would Qui- Gon expect
him to submit? Could he agree to such subjugation, could he
refuse?
He knew that his Master was waiting patiently for him to respond.
That Qui-Gon had stopped when he had asked him was a good sign he
decided. He could not test the other man's mood without dropping
his shields and he was not going to do that if he wasn't sure.
Opening his eyes at last he beheld the man he loved and had
learned to fear seated before him fully clothed, legs folded
beneath him. Oblivious to his gaze the Jedi Master was staring at
his cock.
Suddenly terribly conscious of his own nudity Obi-Wan reached
to cover his groin. Even more quickly his master caught his hands
and kissed them.
"Forgive me for staring Padawan" the Master murmured.
"For me to see my name on your precious flesh, especially
there. . ." Licking his lips Qui-Gon swallowed convulsively.
Blushing furiously Obi-Wan unconsciously leaned towards the moist
mouth. Realizing what he was doing the younger man stopped and
pulled back. He would not surrender his will for a kiss. Not even
one from his Master. It wasn't pride. It was survival of his ego,
his individuality that prompted his withdrawal.
Qui-Gon surged forward following his Apprentice's retreat. The
big man's chest insinuated itself between the tightly clasped
knees and his long arms wrapped around the slender torso pulling
Obi-Wan close.
"No!" Obi-Wan cried. His over-sensitized flesh rushed
to climax from the added stimulus of his Master's chest. Pushing
hard against the other man's shoulders he tried to stop his
ejaculation. Cum spattered Qui- Gon's front spurting over his
tunics, throat and beard.
Uncontrollable shudders wracked the smaller man and he closed his
eyes in humiliation. Obi-Wan felt the arms release him. Fresh
tears coursed down his face.
Spent, the Apprentice at least found his composure more easily
regained post-orgasm. Not bothering to wipe the tears from his
face he once again looked upon his Master and waited for the
rebuke.
Qui-Gon was scraping his Padawan's seed from skin and cloth with
delicate sweeps of his fingers. Stunned Obi-Wan watched as the
Master brought each captured droplet to his mouth sucking his
fingers clean. Sensing the Younger man's scrutiny Qui-Gon flushed
crimson continuing his cleaning nonetheless. "I had wanted
to taste this at the source but this is delightful in its own
way" Obi-Wan's Master rumbled, a shy smile transforming his
features.
Sighing deeply, it was a moment before the Padawan could trust
his voice. "We need to talk, Master, . . . Qui-Gon."
Obi-Wan's voice emerged hoarse, uneven.
"Yes. Whatever you want, my love. I want to apologize. .
."
Obi-Wan cut him off, "Strip." His tone was much more
controlled this time.
"What?" A flicker of doubt flashed in the older man's
eyes.
"Strip" he repeated. "You're my Master, older and
bigger than I. I can't change those things and I don't want
to." The Apprentice groped for words. "There is already
so much inequality between us. I will not accept any more. Either
you strip or I need to dress." He began to rise.
"Yes. Yes Pad . . . Obi-Wan of course" Qui-Gon
stammered attacking his clothes with trembling hands.
Obi-Wan savored each portion of his Master's body as it was
exposed. He felt the tension within him ease. Maybe his Master
really did want him, not a slave.
Qui-Gon dropped his eyes from the younger man's turning his face
away embarrassed by his own arousal. His turgid erection sprang
free from his trousers, the crown slick with pre-ejaculate. His
blush deepened. He visibly warred with himself not to cover his
genitals.
As soon as he was fully naked he again knelt before his
Apprentice and abased himself. He pressed his forehead to the top
of younger man's feet, his hands resting flush against the floor
on either side.
"I humbly beg your forgiveness Obi-Wan. I have lied to you,
betrayed your trust. I have violated your privacy. I disregarded
your feelings and undermined your self-confidence. I let my
obsessive jealousy and fear harm your training."
The Padawan tried to interrupt placing a hand on the
grey-streaked hair.
Qui-Gon clutched his Apprentice's ankles. "Please I beg you
let me finish. I humiliated you to your friends and before the
High Council. I was cold and harsh in my treatment of you. I
nearly got you killed." The Master's voice cracked. "I
don't deserve to be your master let alone your lover. I will do
anything to repair the damage I've selfishly caused. I am truly
sorry. I love you. I submit myself for any punishment you deem
fit. Please don't leave. . . me."
Silence stretched between the two men. Shock robbed Obi-Wan of
his voice. He stared open-mouthed at the man crying against his
feet. Shivers chased each other over the Master's frame.
The older man's obvious distress unlocked the Apprentice's
paralysis. Taking the trembling shoulders in his hands he tried
to lift them. The Master began franticly kissing Obi-Wan's toes
the grip on his ankles turning almost painful. He'd thought I had
been trying to push him away the Young Jedi realized. Drawing on
the Force he slowly dragged Qui- Gon upright.
"Why Master? Why did you do this?" Obi-Wan cradled his
love's face wiping the tears away with his thumbs. "What
started it?"
This time it was Qui-Gon who had his eyes shut. "I found
your poem. The thought of you with another tore me apart. I kept
seeing him touching you, corrupting you. I had not known true
jealousy before. As much as I fought it, it consumed me. Rage
filled me. I had to know what man had stolen your heart from
me."
"Why didn't you talk to me. I worried that you had found it.
I thought you'd realized it was about you and it had sickened
you. I was waiting for you to cast me off." He kissed the
older Jedi's eyelids, his forehead, the bridge of his nose.
"I know now the poem was about me." He mused aloud more
to himself than to Obi-Wan. "But then I did not. I was
afraid if I confronted you about it I'd lose you altogether. I
was a fool. All this could have been avoided if I had asked
you." Qui-Gon shook his head in shame.
"We've both been foolish. As Master Yoda said 'Plenty of
blame there is for all.' Let no more fear come between us."
Obi-Wan kissed the older man's lips chastely thrilling at their
softness. He could not get enough of that mouth. More kisses
followed. The sweet heat called him. His tongue traced the
velvety lips demanding entrance.
A wave of possessiveness engulfed the young Jedi mixing with the
lust and love already there. Emotions overflowed him. Partially
lowering his shields he let the heady combination pour down the
link with his Master.
Pushing forward the Apprentice overran the Master pressing him
onto his back. The erection under him desperately thrust into his
belly. His tongue took Qui-Gon's mouth much like he planned to
take the Master.
The older man opened under Obi-Wan's onslaught. He was drowning
in his Padawan unwilling and unable to resist. Long ignored needs
soaked up sensations and emotions as the younger man ravaged his
mouth. Abruptly Qui-Gon's lips were abandoned. Moaning he raised
his head seeking to renew his connection to that savage heat.
Arms sought to bring his suddenly devilish apprentice closer
again.
Evading his Master's attempts to capture him he snaked down the
long chest. Using quick nips, kisses and finger tweaks he made
his way to his goal. In a moment he was on his knees between his
beloved's legs.
Reaching Qui-Gon's engorged cock he found himself pausing
overcome by the sight. He had dreamt about seeing this flesh
erect countless times. Several shades darker than the surrounding
tissue it arced over the taut stomach the flaring head pointing
at the navel. So solid so beautiful. Well short of frightening,
his Master's penis was considerable nonetheless and the thought
of it thrusting inside him was generating an intense internal
heat. He couldn't look at it without wanting it in his mouth.
Wrapping his hands around the solid shaft he lifted the dripping
head to his lips.
Qui-Gon watched avidly as the young man smeared precum on his
lips. A groan escaped him as Obi-Wan took the crown of his
erection into the hot recesses of his mouth. He knew he wasn't
going to be able to last long he had almost come just seeing his
Padawan handle his cock. He writhed trying to hold off, to
prolong the exquisite agony.
Watching the Jedi Master squirm he swirled his tongue softly
around the head filling his mouth. Probing the small slit in the
tip for more tingling fluid he felt Qui-Gon's trembling hands
rest on the back of his head.
"Oh Obi-Wan. . Oh Love that feels. . .Oh suck me . .Yes. .
Please!" Qui-Gon's disjointed babble started as a whisper
and quickly evolved into a shout as his Apprentice swallowed his
penis deeply.
His Master's hands fisted in his hair. Obi-Wan knew the man was
fighting the urge to force more of his cock deeper. Tears started
in his eyes as he resisted gagging on the large organ. Using the
Force he soothed the muscles of his throat. Slowly he pulled back
until once again only the crown was in his mouth. Pausing he
waited for Qui-Gon and in a few seconds he felt the pressure of
the Master's hands on his head increase prompting him. Obi-Wan
lowered his mouth over the cock taking even more into his throat.
Swallowing repeatedly he massaged the hard length further down
his throat. He raised and lowered his mouth again and again
rapidly.
Head thrown back the big man whimpered as Obi-Wan's nose reached
the curling hair at the base of his erection. His scrotum was
drawn tight against his shaft meeting the young man's chin.
Clever fingers stroked his balls and he was lost, his orgasm
tearing through him.
The cock in Obi-Wan's mouth swelled and then pulses of thick
spicy fluid were shooting down his throat. Sucking as well as he
could, cum still backed up flooding his mouth. Releasing the
softening flesh he sat back.
Qui-Gon sprawled in front of him drenched in sweat, gasping for
breath, beautiful in his abandon. Sliding his chest up along his
Master's until they were once more face to face, he wet his lips
with cum and kissed the parted lips beneath him. Hands clutched
his head deepening the breathless kiss. Qui-Gon's tongue licked
the inside of his mouth finishing by cleaning his lips and chin.
Strong arms wrapped around his back holding him tight. Obi-Wan
licked a path to his Master's ear. "Are you all right my
Master?"
"Oh yes, my Obi-Wan, I survived, barely." The older man
replied softy patting his Apprentice's back.
"Good. Climb up on the bed and I'll be right back."
"Climb up . .?"Qui-Gon queried muzzily.
"Yes climb up to the bed so I can fuck you, my Master."
He let a hint of steel enter his voice.
"Fuck me. . .?" The older Jedi began as his eyes
snapped open. "Obi- Wan?"
Pulling back, determined grey eyes met confused blue. "I
will take you, my Master, make no mistake. The bed would be more
comfortable but it's your choice. Consider it punishment if you
like. Now up you go. Hands and knees." With that he'd left
the non-plused Master to search for lubricant.
Obi-Wan lingered outside his room afraid that he would find a
very angry Jedi Master inside. Sighing deeply he released his
anxiety. There was no way to tell how Qui-Gon had reacted. He
wasn't sure himself why he'd felt compelled to take this course
but it felt right. Another deep breath to calm his racing pulse
and he stepped into the room.
Hips raised, his Master knelt before him on the narrow bed, his
head pillowed on his forearms, face averted. Setting the cup of
oil he'd brought from the kitchen alcove on the bedside table he
eased behind the trembling form. Draping himself over Qui-Gon's
back he felt the older man stiffen. Kissing the shallow hollow
between shoulder blades he wrapped his arms around sleekly
muscled chest.
"You are so beautiful my Master" he nuzzled the
surprisingly soft skin.
"Just do it Padawan. I accept your punishment" Qui-Gon
hissed between clenched teeth.
Straightening he reached for some of the oil and started to
slowly caress the Master's buttocks and the cleft which divided
them. "Years ago I used to watch you when you brought your
lovers home to your bed. I could see everything through the vent
over my desk." He felt the tension in the flesh beneath his
hands increase. "Watched as you prepared them and then
thrust into them. I'd wanted to be the one receiving the pounding
of your cock. I fantasized about it all the time. You stopped
bringing lovers home. Why was that Master? Did you find out I was
watching? You never said anything. No matter."
Obi-Wan's oil-slicked finger circled the other man's anus.
"I never saw you taken this way. All the times I witnessed,
you were on top as it were. Why was that?" His voice was
silky. The other man remained silent.
"I've never done this you know. I've read about it and
watched you do it of course. Always my teacher whether you meant
to be or not." Chuckling he trapped Qui-Gon's hips against
him with one arm and the assistance of the Force as the bigger
man tried to pull away. The Master could've used the Force and
his superior size to free himself but he didn't. One finger
wormed its way into the tight ring of muscle. "How do I do
it? Tell me how to fuck you my beautiful Master." Leisurely
he pumped the single digit in and out twisting it to spread the
oil more.
"Obi-Wan. . . " Qui-Gon grunted as the invading finger
found his sweet spot. "You seem. . . to be doing a fine job
on your own."
"Thank you my Master. But I do need you guidance." He
again stroked the spot that had caused such a satisfying
response. "Is this correct?" The older man jerked in
his grasp. "I've no desire to hurt you my love indeed I wish
to give you pleasure. Tell me when you're ready for the next
finger." He kissed Qui-Gon's shoulder and laid his cheek
against the sweat slicked skin. While he found this incredibly
arousing he had no urge to hurry things. He wouldn't enter the
man till he begged. Begged for him.
Removing his finger he ignored Qui-Gon's moan and coated it once
again with oil. Reinserting it he assumed a torpid rhythm hitting
the Master's prostate with each slow thrust. Hips reluctantly
started to push against the intruder. Obi-Wan submerged into the
sensations surrounding his finger and the play of muscles across
the older Jedi's back.
"Another" Qui-Gon ground out finally.
"Another?" He queried absently.
"Put another finger in."
"Are you sure? There's no rush I could do this all day. Are
you sure you are ready?"
"Yes! Damn it put another finger in. Please."
"Of course my Master." Withdrawing his finger
languidly, he dipped two fingers into the oil. Dripping he
pressed them into the Master's most intimate spot. Qui-Gon pushed
back eagerly groaning with this new trespass. "There, does
that feel better?" Sluggishly he resumed thrusting
rhythmically. With his other hand he gently petted the heavy
erection hanging between the other man's thighs.
Grunting loudly the Master thrust hard into Obi-Wan's hand and
immediately after pushed back forcefully burying the fingers deep
in his ass. Obi-Wan held him tightly stilling his movements.
"Are you all right my love? We can stop." A small smile
visited the young Jedi's face briefly but he kept his voice
serious, concerned. He bent and kissed the over- heated skin of
the man beneath him.
"No! Yes! Don't stop" Qui-Gon panted sweat dripping
from him.
"No? Yes? Which is it my Master?" he started slowly
pumping his fingers again but removed his hand from the older
man's cock.
"Don't stop. . . .I'm all right. . .More!" The Master
growled between thrusts.
"More? More what? More fingers, more thrusting? Tell me what
you want?"
Qui-Gon threw his head back desperately trying to see his
Padawan's face. "All of it. .more fingers. . Harder fuck me
harder." His voice vacillated between a whimper and a shout.
"Yes my Master." A third oiled finger joined the other
two stretching Qui-Gon's opening further. The Master sighed
luxuriantly. Muscle resistance melted as he thrust harder, faster
into the willing ass. He could feel and hear the other man's rock
hard penis slap against his belly with each thrust. The hips were
pushing back hard to meet his fingers.
Abruptly he stopped and withdrew his fingers. Draping himself
over the sweat-soaked back once again he let his own hard-on
nestle into Qui-Gon's cleft. The Master writhed under him rubbing
his backside against Obi-Wan's shaft. The moment stretched. He
could feel his Master's movements getting more frantic with each
passing second.
"Fuck me! Obi-Wan. . .I want your cock in me! Please. . .Now
. . Please. . Fuck me!"
"Yes, Love. It's all right. You are mine, my Master."
He stroked the well-muscled back gentling the big man as he would
a spooked animal. Leaning back he poured more oil into his hand
and coated his erection. Qui-Gon watched him hungrily over his
shoulder.
"Please!"
"Say it. If you want me to fuck you, say it."
"What. . . What do you want me to say? Fuck me?"
"Say you are mine, my Master, and I will fuck you as hard as
you want."
The Master hung his head no longer wishing to meet his lover's
gaze. "I .am . yours. . .Yours. . Fuck me. . please."
Placing the head of his cock at the stretched muscular ring he
slowly slid it home. "So hot! So perfect, my Master."
Bucking his hips Qui-Gon started a fast, hard rhythm. "Fuck
Me! Fuck Me Harder!"
Holding his Master's hips in a punishing grip Obi-Wan complied,
thrusting into the other man as hard as he could. Checking the
older man for pain through their bond and finding none he gave
himself over to the moment.
They grunted their pleasure together with each thrust. He wanted
to reach and grab his Master's cock but he couldn't make himself
let go of the other Jedi's hips. Then he realized Qui-Gon's own
hand was furiously working the erection. The sight wrung an even
more frenzied rhythm from Obi-Wan.
With surprise he felt a trickle then a torrent of emotion thunder
down their bond. Love, lust, shame and guilt all were
overwhelming him battering against his shields. It was too much.
He arched every muscle straining intent on driving his cock ever
deeper into the man under him. His shields broke with his
release. Distantly he heard shouting.
Qui-Gon reeled from the backlash of his Padawan's broken shields
and his own climax. His body convulsed nearly throwing Obi-Wan
from his back. Helpless he collapsed into the narrow bed,
Obi-Wan's breath harsh on his back.
He had volunteered for this Mace Windu reminded himself for the
thousandth time. Thinking to spare Master and Padawan further
embarrassment he had offered to meet with the men and report his
findings to the High Council. Rubbing his face he released his
feelings of guilt over the matter, again. Dread was a leaden
weight in his gut. They had been such a good team he thought
sadly. No use anticipating, if master and apprentice needed to be
separated so be it. He'd know soon enough.
It had given him some small measure of hope when he had talked to
Qui-Gon this morning. Sounding weary but calm the Master had
suggested the luncheon date. A public versus private meeting
argued that they had managed to settle things. He hoped so it
pained him to see his friend in such distress. Not to mention the
boy, almost ready for knighthood, it would be more than a pity if
they lost him over this. Sighing, he watched for the pair to
enter the dining hall.
Qui-Gon appeared at the entrance his Padawan one pace behind and
to the side just as was proper. Opening himself to the Force he
watched the two approach trying to glean as much information as
he could before they reached him. They were both tightly shielded
but that was to be expected. There was something. He relaxed
further letting his intuition have free rein. Understanding
dawned the Padawan led the Master. One pace behind and to the
side he may be but he led his Master to the table regardless.
Reserving judgement he smiled and stood in greeting.
"Master Jinn, Padawan Kenobi I'm pleased you were able to
meet with me so soon."
"It is our pleasure Master Windu. Padawan?"
The boy bowed. "With your permission, my Master, I will
fetch our trays. Would you like me to bring you one as well
Master Windu?"
Shaking his head he resumed his seat. "That won't be
necessary Padawan, thank you."
The Apprentice nodded and after exchanging a look with his Master
left moving towards the food lines. Mace took the opportunity to
study the master seated across from him. Qui-Gon's eyes remained
trained on the youth's retreating form for the space of several
heartbeats before he turned back to face him.
With great deliberation Qui-Gon presented himself to his friend
for closer examination.
Mace searched his friend's face letting the Force guide him.
Serenity glowed from the other man's features. Then again Jedi
Masters were supposed to be serene. However there was serene and
serene. Recently he had seen his old friend wear his serenity
like a hair shirt stiffly and with an air, which bespoke long
hours of meditation. This was different. Only a long time
companion or one gifted in the Force would be able to see it.
There was a dreamy quality to his face a softening of lines
usually set. He looked younger. The anger and despair that had
been lurking behind his eyes was gone.
"Well Qui-Gon?" Mace asked at last.
"Well what?"
"Qui don't make this harder than it needs to be. Did the boy
show you his tattoo? The High Council doesn't need to know the
name as long no abuse took place and the matter has been resolved
between the two of you."
"He is a man Mace not a boy. I'm sorry I had forgotten about
the Council."
"Man, I stand corrected. I can believe you forgot the
Council you ignore them most of the time anyway." The
Council Member couldn't keep a small smirk from his face.
"That's an exaggeration and you know it." Qui-Gon
returned the smile. "The matter is resolved between my
apprentice and I. There was no abuse."
"That is well my friend but I need to know if he showed it
to you. It's an issue of compliance as you should know."
"Yes he did willingly" the master blushed deeply as he
spoke.
Grin broadening he clasped the other Jedi's hand. "I don't
think you need to tell me who's name you read on that man's
genitalia. Imagine seeing one's name on such an intimate part of
another's body." It was interesting to watch his friend and
former lover's skin turn an even more fiery shade.
"You have no idea Mace. No idea at all." Qui-Gon
suddenly pinched the bridge of his nose his eyes closing,
struggling against a surge of emotion.
"Qui? . .Are you all right? As a friend tell me what is
going on. Frankly I'm worried about you. Should we take this
somewhere more private?"
"Like last time Mace?" He snorted looking up at the man
across from him his eyes too bright, his smile lopsided.
"I'm perfectly fine really. It's just that so much has
happened in such a brief time I haven't been able to totally
assimilate it."
"You know I'm sorry about that but you weren't exactly doing
great on your own if you recall. I'm still waiting for you to
tell me what is going on between you two."
Mace watched as Qui-Gon's expression turned a little distant. His
Padawan calling he recognized and scanned the dining hall for the
young Jedi in mind-touch with his friend. There he was loaded
down with two food trays talking to that Calamarian Padawan and
her master but he was looking at Qui-Gon. The intensity of this
youth's gaze was startling and the Council Member found himself
trying not to squirm as that predatory stare raked over him. 'Oh
sweet Force now what' he wondered as he shared his attention
between the master and apprentice.
Full focus returning the master nevertheless let himself enjoy
the afterglow of his mental exchange with Obi-Wan. "'Mace do
you remember the games we used to play shortly after we were
knighted? When we were still together."
Relief flooding Windu at the sudden change of subject made him
laugh out loud. "Of course I remember. Being on the Council
doesn't cause amnesia you know."
"Pity" he replied dryly. "I learned a lot from
those games. I was so unsure of myself when I was knighted and
that role-playing helped give me confidence."
"You made such a good dominant Qui but you hated it at
first. Once you got the idea though you ran with it. Even now
when disagreements between the Council and you heat up it I keep
expecting you to have a quirt in your hands. I have to remind
myself that it will not end like it used to." Mace teased.
"It is no joke. I believe I learned those lessons in
dominance too well. When I'm stressed I find myself falling back
into the role far too easily without thought. Using the
techniques against Obi-Wan. I tried to break him to my will out
of jealousy. It was unconscionable of me to abuse him and my
authority so. He hadn't any means to stop me Mace."
"Let it go. It's over." He gave the large hand under
his a squeeze.
"Not for Obi-Wan. It will take some time for me to regain
his trust to repair some of the damage I've caused. He needs
reclaim a measure of freedom and control over his life."
"And apparently over you as well. I sensed something of that
when you entered the dining hall. Near to knighthood or not 'A
Padawan must follow the leadership of his master'."
"When does it cease to be leadership and become control for
control's sake. We are striving for a new equilibrium. What harm
is there to defer to him here on Coruscant during our private
time. It will not disturb our training and working relationship.
I believe it is essential for restoring much needed
balance."
Before he could voice his skepticism Qui-Gon's Apprentice had
appeared beside his master. Mace once again felt the heat of the
younger man's gaze. There was no anger or insolence in it just
that disconcerting intensity.
"I apologize for my delay Master. I have your tray."
Obi-Wan spoke quietly but it galvanized the other man.
Qui-Gon quickly looked up at the youth and blushing anew snatched
his hand from Mace's grasp. A flicker of guilt crossed the
Master's face. "Obi-Wan. Master Windu and I were just
discussing the wishes of the High Council."
"Indeed my Master." Setting the trays down he seated
himself next to Qui-Gon.
"Yes. Your Master was just telling me that all is settled
between you. Do you agree? Can I infer from this that you think
you will once more be able to work with each other
effectively?"
"Oh yes Master Windu. I believe or bond is stronger than
before."
The Apprentice impressed him as both calm and sincere. The letter
of the law had been upheld he didn't have to know what these two
men did in private Mace reasoned with himself. Patience and time
were needed to evaluate this 'equilibrium'.
"Master we will have to eat swiftly if we are to complete
our errand before our scheduled time in the training room."
"Yes Padawan" answered Qui-Gon smiling.
"Errand" the Council Member inquired?
The dreamy cast to the Master's face was back. "Yes, we are
going to visit a tattoo establishment my Apprentice is familiar
with."
"Another tattoo Padawan Kenobi? Have you learned
nothing?" Disbelief colored Mace's words.
Qui-Gon cleared his throat. "Master Windu I am the one who
is procuring a tattoo" he said serenely.