Stripped

Stripped By Padawan Engels Hasse Author's Note: It's a slash fic inspired by Rammstein's cover of Depeche Mode's song, 'Stripped'. My first PWP, be so very proud of me. I wrote it in about two hours of constant listening to just this one song. No beta. Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan Rating: NC-17, HC (just to appease the Christian Coalition) Spoilers: Pre-TPM Warnings: PWP, really nothing much more...songfic, I think? Summary: Our boys and a striptease. Feedback: I get really nervous writing PWPs, please, make me feel better (pout pout)? Engelhasse@yahoo.com Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. But the bug is mine! *************************************** Come with me into the trees We lay on the grass and let hours pass... The golden beetle flew straight into Obi-Wan Kenobi's tunic. He forgot to be irritated with it, and picked it up carefully out of the folds of his Jedi shirt. "Master, is it the nature of these insects to be so clumsy?" he asked, inspecting the bug as he held it between thumb and forefinger. He removed the forefinger, and let it crawl on his thumb. Its antennae brushed upwards against the second finger that had trapped it, and it began travelling along his hand curiously. Take my hand, come back to the land... "I think not, Padawan. It is merely confused," Qui-Gon Jinn replied, lying back beside his handsome young apprentice. They were on the tropical planet of Enn'Ina, as a holiday given them by the Council. //Not the only thing to be confused around you, t'mulahn,// he sighed mentally. Obi-Wan looked up at him in amusement. "T'mulahn? Whence did you learn that word, Master?" he queried, amused. Qui-Gon smiled indulgently at his Padawan, and now lover, and answered teasingly, "From you, of course. I want to help you learn Zabrakian." Let's get away... Obi-Wan nodded, and remembered the pain before pushing it away. He had begun to learn that language for the remembrance of his friend, Tuüra, since she had been the one that had brought him to Qui-Gon's heart, and it had been the lengua del amor between her and her love, both lost to death. He remembered it of loves lost and found. And now Qui-Gon had picked up a few choice words...how interesting. Metropolis has nothing like this... //And how many are so confused about me, t'mulahn?// Obi-Wan's languid mental question burned against Qui-Gon's mind with merely a brush. "I, for one. And many others. I think that the city of Coruscant would stop itself from polluting if you only asked it, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon replied huskily, trailing his long blunt fingers down Obi-Wan's cheek. You breathing in fumes... Obi-Wan tilted his head slightly, and drew two of his Master's fingers into his mouth, running his teeth lightly over them. //Indeed, Master? The entire city?// he probed, giggling laughter coloring his thoughts. Qui-Gon was far too distracted by Obi-Wan arousing the nerves in his hand to respond with anything but a groan as Obi-Wan pulled him closer. I taste when we kiss... "Truly, the whole city would stop it's pollution were you to desire it. But who wants the city?" Qui-Gon panted, drawing Obi-Wan against his chest. Obi-Wan began devouring the bare skin of Qui-Gon's throat, and murmured, "How much longer are we here, Master?" Let's get away, just for one day... Obi-Wan's hands had strayed to Qui-Gon's back, and his lips were eagerly preventing Qui-Gon from formulating any decent response. //One more day, Padawan. One more day in this land.// Qui-Gon thought. The tropical paradise where they'd been sent was beautiful and secluded, and he would miss it when they returned to Coruscant and the eternal city's rush. Let me see you stripped Obi-Wan's fingers found the clasp of his Master's cloak. Qui-Gon helped his apprentice divest him of his garments, then pulled Obi-Wan down to the ground with him. Qui-Gon captured the Padawan's lips ith his, drinking in a long succulent draught of the taste of his lover. Take my hand , come back to the land Where everything's ours, for a few hours... Qui-Gon's hands roamed down to Obi-Wan's clothing, but his apprentice pushed them away. The Master gave his apprentice a curious look, and Obi-Wan smiled wickedly. He lost the cloak on the ground, and straddled Qui-Go's nude form. Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow in amusement, and watched. Let me see you stripped down to the bone... Obi-Wan stood up, and focused on his Master's arousal. He undid the ties on his tunic, and slid it off slowly, each centimeter reveled increasing Qui-Gon's desire. Obi-Wan unconsciously stretched, letting his Master watch his lean muscles ripple in anticipation, and dropped the discarded tunic with his cloak. Let me hear you make decisions Without your television... Obi-Wan removed his boots elegantly, giving Qui-Gon a good view of his legs as his leggings were stretched tightly against his legs, then he stood again. He locked eyes with Qui-Gon, and undid his breeches, already bulging with his passion. He tugged them off equally slowly, exposing his long legs and engorged organ. Let me see you stripped down to the bone... Qui-Gon was fairly coming already just at the sight of his Padawan's pale body. Obi-Wan knew and sensed this, grinning as he slunk on all fours towards his Master, his hips betraying the feline grace embodied in him. Qui-Gon sat up on his knees, and Obi-Wan reached up to kiss him. Let me hear you speaking just for me... Their lips caught and met flawlessly, tearing at the other's violently. Qui-Gon thurst his tongue into Obi-Wan's hot mouth, tasting his lover. Obi-Wan opened his mind up completely, letting nothing be hidden, and Qui-Gon did the same, sensing his lover's thoughts and desires easily. "I am stripped before you, you can see everything," Obi-Wan breathed as Qui-Gon's appreciative mouth moved down to his neck. "Stripped down to the bone, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon added, his mind reaching out and joining with his lovers. Their bodies soon followed suit. Let me see you stripped down to the bone... Nearby, a small golden beetle finally poked its antennae out of Obi-Wan's tunic. It felt around, feeling nothing, and glared indignantly at the two humans entwined on the grass beside the shirt. It lifted its antennae in a scowl, and flew away. Let me see you stripped down to the bone...