Fool

by Elektra Pendragon ([email protected])

Title: Fool
Author: Elektra Pendragon
Homepage: http://Ms_Elektra.tripod.com/fanfiction.html
Archive: Ask me first, and I'll probably say yes.
Rating: R, explicit male/male PWP

Summary: Qui-Gon can't resist Padawan Xanatos' libido

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to GL, story line belongs to me; cash not received nor asked.
Feedback: Talk dirty to me: [email protected]
Author's Note: I'm not actually a XanFan (I haven't even read the JA books yet), but Lyta's manipulated Qui/Xani pics have inspired me to write this little PWP. It is at her urgings that I post it to this list.

Qui-Gon was getting impatient with his apprentice. He was usually a patient man, especially when it came to matters of Xanatos, but this time he had reached his limits.

For the past several weeks, Xanatos had been methodically trying to seduce Qui-Gon. It had started very gradually--an occasional sly hint, a touch that lingered a few seconds too long. Nothing that couldn't have been written off as completely meaningless. Then the meaningless little things began to build upon one another, and Qui-Gon couldn't ignore the change in his Padawan any longer. It was common for a Padawan to have sexual feelings for his master, and it was even quite common for the master to have the temptation to react to such feelings. But both were seriously discouraged by the Council. It was up to Qui-Gon as the master to remind his apprentice that their lives were sworn to the Force, and it was forbidden to engage in relations with one's Padawan. It was a discussion he was not looking forward to, and therefore put it off for several days.

Within days after he chose to ignore the warning signals, the subtlety began to leach out of Xanatos' actions. Veiled hints became straight- forward suggestions, and Xanatos no longer bothered to shield his thoughts during his time alone in his room. Night after night, Qui-Gon was treated to hazy erotic dreams and a constant stream of sexual tension.

When he was no longer able to sleep properly with such an onslaught of sensation, Qui-Gon confronted Xanatos with his suspicions. The boy feigned offended innocence. His soft blue eyes widened with shock at the suggestion that he was attracted to his master, and his cheeks reddened in two perfect patches at the thought of his private hormone- induced dreams made so luridly public to Qui-Gon. So convincing his performance, Qui-Gon apologized for his misreading of the signals, but again the plays at seduction became ever more blatant. It bothered Qui-Gon a little that his apprentice had fooled him, but he wrote it off as youthful embarrassment at getting caught. Since confronting him only served to increase Xanatos' efforts, Qui-Gon thought it best to ignore it, figuring that soon he would give up and target another more capable of returning his affections.

One morning, though, Xanatos crossed the line. Throughout the night, Qui-Gon had been plagued by his apprentice's vivid dreams that made their training bond hum with his youthful sexual energy. The unshielded eroticism of Xanatos' thoughts called out to Qui-Gon's body, demanding a reaction to match his Padawan's, commanding him to rise from his sweat-soaked bed and give the boy exactly what he wants. It was with great restraint that he remained in his own room, and his body shook with the effort of restraining his drives. He didn't blame the young man for his loss of control--he was young and allowed to make a mistake--but Qui-Gon was a master, and he could not let them both give into to the forbidden base urges. His attempts at releasing the tension into the Force left him tired and unable to sleep a single moment. The sound of his young apprentice showering eventually brought Qui-Gon out of bed and into the kitchen area to make the breakfast tea.

His head hurt from continually blocking his Padawan's thoughts over the night; if he didn't know better he'd have thought a bantha had sat on his head. The kettle whistled, aggravating Qui-Gon's headache, and he took it away from the heating element rather forcefully. The boiling water splashed loudly in the small kettle, covering the soft sound of footsteps. It was only by the thrum of their Force bond that he had warning that Xanatos had entered the room, otherwise he might have been surprised in a most un-masterly type manner. The pure-rain scent of shower-clean skin rose up around Qui-Gon when a hand came around to rest on his forehead. A tiny nudge over the bond, and his headache was gone. Leave it to his precious Padawan to think of everything.

He turned around to thank Xanatos and nearly dropped his tea kettle. Always proud of his body and his abilities, Xanatos was standing a mere few feet away from him without even a towel to dry his hair. His body glittered with the dew of the soft shower spray. His black hair clung to his forehead in flat spikes as he boldly displayed his nudity for his master.

Force, had he ever truly noticed how much his young Padawan had grown before this moment? Here was not a boy, here was a man of pale skin and dark eyes. A man whose captivating beauty stopped Qui-Gon's old heart right in his chest. A man who had "fuck me" written all over his well- formed, young body.

Xanatos smiled briefly, walking forward with a resolute gait, swishing his hips invitingly. "Tea, Master?" he asked as he came nearly touching chests with Qui-Gon, his voice deeper in his throat than Qui-Gon could ever remember it being. Suddenly, he couldn't breathe.

Being a resourceful man, Qui-Gon did the only thing he could. He gathered his dignity around him like cloak, shielding his arousal from Xanatos. Passing the kettle over, he stepped widely around the naked youth and fled for the solitude of the shower to regain his composure.

Under the hot, hard spray, he brought his body back under his control. Council be damned, but if Xanatos didn't back down soon, he didn't know what he'd do.

*~*

That afternoon, things came to culmination while they were in the Temple library, researching their next mission. Side by side, the two men read the readouts regarding the diplomatic situation on Dressen in silence. Hours passed, and the library was soon emptied of all but the two studious Jedi.

"Master, I just read the most interesting thing."

Qui-Gon glanced over at the blue-rimmed eyes sleepily blinking away the strain of hours of reading. "Yes, Xani?"

"Did you know that on Dressen their greatest armed force consists of five thousand pairs of lovers, all men?" Taken aback by his apprentice's choice of reading material, Qui-Gon couldn't stop his eyebrows from raising. Taking it as interested curiosity, Xanatos lay a strong hand over Qui-Gon's, tapping it with his enthusiasm in his words. "The people of Dressen believe that two men bonded together make an unstoppable force, and the sexual connection between the mates enhances their effectiveness in battle."

Qui-Gon closed his eyes for a moment, blocking out the rhythmic thumping of his Padawan's soft fingers on the back of his hand. "That is very interesting Xanatos," he made his words sound vaguely disinterested so as to discourage his apprentice's interest in the uncomfortable subject. He wasn't yet prepared to talk to Xanatos about his latest play at seduction, and hearing him talk about sex was driving his thoughts and his body to distraction. He turned his face to concentrate on his texts, but the words were drowned out by Xanatos' excited murmurs.

"There's more, Master." Xanatos leaned closer, his eyes clearing with his recitation of his lesson. "The lover-warriors are encouraged to have intercourse at least once a day, to increase their strength." He smiled blindingly at the idea.

"You don't say," Qui-Gon casually replied, keeping his eyes resolutely on his text. Smoothly, a strong thigh pressed against Qui-Gon's leg. Incredible heat radiated from the youth, and he suppressed the shiver he felt inside when Xanatos pressed his chest against Qui-Gon's elbow, covering the move by crouching conspiratorially over his master's consul. His control already taxed by this morning's display, the Jedi Master's body was quickly slipping his reins. Two months of relentless pursuit by his handsome apprentice would try even Yoda's restraint.

Xanatos looked around the deserted library, as though making sure that the empty space wasn't listening in on their conversation. "And the best part of it is," he whispered near Qui-Gon's ear, his face flushed with the retelling," once a year, all five thousand pairs of lovers gather in the Grand Temple, where they make love all day and all night in the sight of their god to ensure a prosperous new year."

The sudden, sharp mental image of ten thousand strong, young warriors having an orgy of wild sex is hot enough to melt the snows on Hoth. Something inside Qui-Gon finally snapped under the strain. With surprising strength, he spun in his chair and turned Xanatos to face him. Roughly taking Xanatos' face in his hands, Qui-Gon kissed him with all the strength of frustration in his body. He attacked the full top lip first, sucking it into his mouth for a quick nibble before abandoning it for the lucious bottom. The younger man stiffened under the impulsive assault, his hands coming around to clutch at the front of Qui-Gon's robes.

How sweet his apprentice tasted, like dragonfruit wine, as Qui-Gon slipped his tongue between his lips. Xanatos' chair tipped backwards under Qui-Gon's fierce kisses, mashing Xani into the cushion as Qui-Gon slipped a knee between his legs. The younger man began to make little noises in his throat, pushing at his master's chest with his hands. When he finally broke the wild kiss, Xanatos' blue eyes were wide and frightened.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice now small and quiet.

Qui-Gon removed one of his hands from where it framed the youth's face and ran it down the side of his exposed neck, feeling his pulse jump under his fingers. His tunic had fallen open at some point, and Qui-Gon ran the back of his knuckles over the smooth, hairless skin. "I'm doing what you wanted me to do," he purred, circling a flushed nipple with his callused thumb. Xanatos narrowed his eyes and smiled with a low purring noise. His azure eyes glinted with an exotic fire.

When Qui-Gon bent down to steal another kiss, Xanatos surged upwards with all his strength, upsetting both chairs and his master with the sudden assault before he made a break for the nearest library exit. Qui-Gon quickly jumped to his feet to run after his apprentice. With a gesture, the doors closed and sealed at Qui-Gon's command. Xanatos hit it running, bouncing off the hard surface and straight into Qui-Gon's arms.

Qui-Gon pushed Xanatos into the rough beige column next to the door, not quite touching him but menacing the youth in place with his greater height and strength. Xanatos stared up at him fearfully, pressing himself against the column as though he could somehow melt into it. "You have hounded me for weeks," Qui-Gon growled, panting from the sudden rush of the chase. He took a deep, calming breath and closed his eyes. "You've done everything but crawl into my lap like a Tirillian whore. Well, it has to end, and it has to be now!" Opening his eyes, he watched the fire leap and burn within Xanatos' eyes, threatening to consume Qui-Gon with the intensity of his passion.

Summoning the last of his tattered serenity, Qui-Gon pushed himself away from the wall and the tempting body of his Padawan. He would not give into his passions like this. He wouldn't do this, not to his precious Xani. Taking another step backwards, he released his Force- lock of the doors, expecting Xanatos to flea the moment he realized Qui-Gon was no longer holding him captive.

He turned to leave, but small hands grabbed his tunic front and pulled him off-balance. Caught off-guard, his hands shot out to brace himself as he fell face-first into a warm, writhing body. Pouting lips found his mouth open in a surprised gasp, and they made sure they didn't miss a single inch of Qui-Gon's mouth in their explorations. A knee pressed firmly between his thighs, adding just enough pressure to put all thoughts of "stop" out of his mind.

His mouth was released, but the hungry lips didn't stop there. Xanatos nibbled the line of his trimmed beard before delving into the base of Qui-Gon's throat, the top of his head nudging Qui-Gon's chin. Sighing under the incredible sensation of his apprentice's tongue, Qui-Gon rested his chin against the dark, cat-soft hair. Only his arms braced against the sturdy column kept him from crushing the younger man with the weight of his body. This position left him just grazing the youth's body, a position which Xanatos took full advantage of, wrapping around him like a second, squirming skin. Qui-Gon's cloak fell loose around them like a bird's wings, cutting off anyone's view of Xanatos if someone happened upon them.

Xanatos' hands were not idle; they caressed all flesh visible, then busied themselves making more available. He impatiently pushed the loose tunics aside to get at the lightly haired chest, then rubbed his cheek against the hot skin. When his nimble fingers found the laces of Qui-Gon's leggings, the older man let out a long, low groan.

"Make love to me, Master," Xanatos moaned into Qui-Gon's broad chest. He stepped away from his master's body to again lean against the column. Glancing coyly upwards he casually undressed himself. He began by removing his sash and boots, then he slowly peeled off the loose tunics and rubbed his naked skin enticingly. Qui-Gon watched the show, kissing with his eyes every inch of skin as it was revealed. Once his leggings joined the haphazard pile of clothing on the floor, Xanatos entwined his hands around Qui-Gon's neck and leaned back, baring his neck to his master.

With a feral growl, Qui-Gon squatted down, burying his face in his Padawan's pulse. With both hands he picked up Xanatos, simultaneously standing and slipping a thumb into his apprentice's entrance. The younger man laughed deeply at the invasion, and he wiggled invitingly on the stroking digit.

"You like that, my little Xani?" he asked, nuzzling at his Padawan's ear. Xanatos moaned in reply, his entire body twisting against Qui-Gon's in gravity-defying moves. Deftly, Qui-Gon sucked on the first two fingers of his other hand, then replaced his thumb with one of the lubricated digits. He gently pressed against the tightness, using both his touch and the Force to make the preparation adequate and quick. Xanatos pressed back against his hand when he inserted the second finger, peppering kissing along Qui-Gon's jawline as he keened with pleasure.

"Now!" Xanatos demanded, sinking his teeth into Qui-Gon's neck while wrapping his legs tight around his waist. "Do it now!" Qui-Gon obeyed his demanding Padawan and lifted him higher in his grasp to get him into position. He meant for his entry to be slow, the lovemaking to be long and pleasurable, but Xanatos was too impatient to have any of that. As soon as he felt the blunt tip of Qui-Gon's cock at his anus, he threw himself down upon it hard.

Qui-Gon cried out at the sudden tightness gripping his cock like a velvet vise. His hands were at Xanatos' hips, but it wasn't enough to keep the youth from taking control. Throwing himself up in the air, Xanatos let gravity carry him back down to swallow Qui-Gon completely. It was all the older man could do to hold onto the ball of sensual energy devouring his body, bringing him quickly to the brink.

The deep, crooning rumble of the young man's completion snarled directly into his ear and the wet splash of semen on his chest was all Qui-Gon needed to finish sending him over the edge. With a moan of his own, he spilt his seed deep inside his Padawan's body.

Gently, he leaned forward to place Xanatos' back against the column lest they fall to the floor. Taking the hint, his apprentice unwound his fingers from Qui-Gon's loose hair and placed his feet solidly on the floor. Almost purring, he rubbed against Qui-Gon's exposed chest, then knelt to lick him clean. The ticklish feeling of his tongue against his sensitive chest made Qui-Gon's knees tremble, and he placed his hands against the rough column to keep from falling over. Once cleaned, Xanatos quickly dressed himself, then set his master's clothes to rights.

Just then, Qui-Gon heard a door on the other side of the library open and close. Spinning around, he caught sight of a Master entering the library. The Jedi smiled serenely at the disheveled couple and disappeared into a stack of ancient texts, giving no sign he knew what had just transpired.

Xanatos stifled a laugh under his hand. "Imagine what would have happened had he come in a few minutes earlier!" Qui-Gon failed to see the humor in the situation, and turned a stern gaze on his pupil.

"This shouldn't have happened, Xani." It had to be said, though he wasn't sure he still had the confidence in the Jedi traditions to feel the necessary guilt over the breach of conduct.

Xanatos pouted, straying a hand beneath his master's cloak. "You regret it?" he asked, his voice curling around Qui-Gon like a feather quilt.

He placed a single finger beneath Xani's chin and pushed his face up to meet his. "No, Xani. But it can't happen again. There is too much danger in this." He kissed the tip of Xanatos' small nose, thinking the matter was now settled. He moved away from the column to return to his texts.

"Of course, Master," Xanatos agreed.

Qui-Gon yelped at the hand that groped his ass as his Padawan slipped past him, flashing a dazzling, triumphant smile.

THE END