The Seduction
by Nicole D'Annais ([email protected])
Summary: Qui-Gon learns a few lessons about passion and consequences.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, much less these fine characters--although I own a couple of action figures of them, does that count? Probably not. Oh well, I refuse to make any money off them in any event, so please don't sue me.
Notes: This story consumed my life this past summer, and I very much appreciate
the many, many people who let me talk out the plot, who read snippets (even
when the thought of Q/X made them nauseous
And to No Doubt, who recorded the song that led to me spending hours pondering what Qui-Gon was like when he was young and happier and open and hadn't been betrayed yet...I'm not sure if I should say thank you or damn you.... ;-)
Also...there's a short sequel to this story on my website, and a longer Q/O
one in the works right now.
Coarse, dark hair slid through tanned fingers. Bronzed hands traveled down a long, pale column of a neck, across a wider expanse of the creamy skin, down the back to rest on taut flanks as the two separate beings fused together....
Qui-Gon closed his eyes tightly as if that would stop the images that came unbidden to his mind; they were nothing more than a sign of his own lack of control. What his student was doing in his free time was the boy's own business and Qui-Gon knew he should be ashamed of himself for listening in.
He drove the desires from his mind, replacing them with a careful serenity that would not put him in danger of discovery should his padawan sense his thoughts. Of course, to do that, the boy would have to actually be home.
With a deep breath, Qui-Gon opened his eyes. He watched as the first rays of the sun rose over the spire at the northeast corner of the Jedi Temple. Morning was fast approaching and there was still no sign of his padawan.
Just as his unease was sliding into worry, Qui-Gon felt his padawan nearing their quarters. He turned toward the door as it opened, allowing his disapproval to show on his face.
Xanatos' smile faded somewhat as he faced his master. "You're up early," he commented calmly as he shed his robe.
"On the contrary, I am up quite late."
The robe landed in a careless heap on the chair. "And I thought I was past the age when you had to wait up for me," he joked as he sprawled gracefully onto the couch.
"As did I." Qui-Gon crossed his arms across his chest, his frown deepening into a scowl. "Where have you been?"
"Out with friends." Xanatos laid his head back into spooned hands, elbows sticking out, and smiled up at his master. "We agreed I was old enough to come and go as I pleased."
"That was when I assumed you were old enough to know when it was time to come home."
The smile disappeared from Xanatos' face. "I apologize Master. If you have a problem with my late hours you need only say so." The contrite tone was at odds with the relaxed, confident body language.
Qui-Gon sighed. "See that you're home at a decent hour from now on and we'll say no more about it," he said in a softer tone.
"Yes, Master." He hastily covered his yawn. "Are we sparring this morning, Master?"
After a moment's silence, Qui-Gon took pity on the boy. "We'll spar this afternoon; your morning is free."
"Thank you." Xanatos rolled off the couch, standing easily. With a quick bow, he headed for his room.
Qui-Gon watched him go without bothering to hide his affection. He wasn't sure he was tough enough on the boy at times. His padawan needed a strong hand guiding him.
The Jedi Master grimaced at the surge of need that arced through him as the images he'd 'seen' earlier played through his mind again, this time with his own hands gliding across the smooth skin of his Padawan's body. He forced his mind to go blank, locking that scene far away in his mind.
Unbidden, another memory resurfaced-- Xanatos lying on the couch moments ago, pale face bathed by the sun, dark blue eyes sparkling in the bright morning light.
How was he supposed to reprimand his apprentice while the boy lay there, clearly satiated, exuding sexual satisfaction from his nocturnal activities? Hiding his attraction to his padawan was playing with fire; if the Council found out, he could be removed as Xanatos' master. If his Padawan wasn't so close to knighthood....
But he was. Approval of his apprentice's elevation to the rank of knight was imminent. He had passed the initial tests with flying colors; now all that remained were his trials. Qui-Gon had already put in a request that the Council consider choosing a date for Xanatos' trials. In fact, he'd put in two requests, since his first had received no response.
At least he'd received no *official* response. Privately, however, Master Yoda had voiced his concerns about Xanatos. "Not ready for knighthood, is he. Too eager to follow paths quicker and more pleasurable." The pronouncement still echoed through Qui-Gon's mind, h aunting him. He was certain there was no cause for alarm. Yoda did not know Xanatos the way Qui-Gon did. There was no danger in enjoying life. Living in the moment was an important skill for a Jedi and if Xanatos lived each moment to the fullest he should be congratulated, not scolded. And judging from the fleeting images and more persistent feelings Xanatos transmitted through their bond, his Padawan was definitely living life to the fullest.
The boy simply needed to find the balance between recreation and duty, to see to it that he was not caught ill-prepared for any sudden missions because he'd been out until dawn having fun. Qui-Gon thought their talk today would take care of that problem. Then the Council would have no reason to keep Xanatos from his trials any longer.
A cloud passed in front of the sun, the sudden shift in light drawing Qui-Gon out of his reverie. He yawned as the sleepless night caught up with him. As he headed for his own room, he tried not to think of all the possibilities Xanatos' knighthood would bring about.
***
Qui-Gon was awakened mid-morning by a summons from his former master. He pulled a cloak of serenity around himself and buried his feelings for his padawan deep in his mind as he walked the distance to Yoda's quarters.
The timing of the request for a meeting was distressing . He could hide his feelings so well almost no one would be able to sense them.
Almost no one.
He had never had to shield something like this from his master--at least not since his padawan days. Now, of course, his shields were much stronger. But not necessarily strong enough to stop Master Yoda. As he arrived his master's door, Qui-Gon hoped the strength of his shields wouldn't be tested today. As usual, the diminutive master's expression was serene, with not even a hint as to why he had called Qui-Gon to his room.
"You wished to see me, Master?"
Yoda looked up at him, the movement deliberate and unhurried, as usual. "Saw your padawan returning this morning, Qui-Gon."
He waited, but his master said no more, an old trick Qui-Gon knew well and frequently used himself. "Yes?"
"Padawans are not generally allowed to come and go as they please," Yoda continued after a moment.
"No, they aren't," Qui-Gon agreed.
His master watched him for another moment, then sighed, putting his whole body into that one exhalation. "Asked again that Xanatos be knighted, you did."
"The Council has come to a decision, then?" Qui-Gon asked, knowing they had not. If the Council had decided, they'd be having this meeting in the Council's chambers.
"Decided they have not." Master Yoda waved his hand toward the floor. "Come down here you will." The words held a touch of impatience. Qui-Gon knelt on one knee to meet his master's eyes. "Know you my thoughts on this," Yoda continued.
"You don't believe Xanatos is ready to become a knight."
"Dangerous, he would be, if knighted now." Qui-Gon opened his mouth to argue, but his master silenced him with a gesture. "Final mission you must take the boy on."
"Final? Is this some sort of test?"
"Test it is not. Lesson it is. If learn what he needs to know Xanatos does, knighted he will be."
"And if the Council decides he has not learned his lesson?"
His master's head dipped forward slightly, eyes sliding into mere slits. "If lesson goes unlearned, all else will matter not."
Typical cryptic Yoda message--vague warnings of doom that could mean anything. Qui-Gon rose to leave.
"Wait. One more thing to tell you I have. " The old Master looked carefully into Qui-Gon's eyes. "Tell him about this conversation you cannot. Only to think this is a regular mission, he is."
Qui-Gon nodded and rose from the floor. "Where is the mission, Master?"
"Telos."
Xanatos' home world. A world where his father held much wealth and power. So it was a test, then, no matter what Yoda wanted to call it. The Council thought Xanatos would be tempted by wealth, but Qui-Gon knew better. The boy had his own kinds of pleasures, and money had never been part of them.
"Is that all?"
"So certain are you, then, that this will turn out as you wish?"
"I know my padawan."
Yoda frowned. "Mmmm. We shall see. Leave in the morning, you will. Sleep tonight, your padawan should."
"I will go prepare for the mission." At his master's nod, Qui-Gon bowed and left quickly, before he give anything away, if he hadn't already.
***
Qui-Gon returned to his quarters and began his research on the mission. Normally, Xanatos would help, but he needed to sleep. This mission would go well. Qui-Gon was determined to see that it did.
Halfway through his research, he reached out across their bond to see if the boy was still asleep. Contentment was the first feeling he sensed...contentment combined with arousal.
Qui-Gon tried to pull back from the bond, but he was assaulted with images from Xanatos' dream. He saw his naked apprentice, head thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure. Those eyes opened slowly, gazing fire down at Qui-Gon as Xanatos thrust into him over and over, whispering "Master" repeatedly, like a liturgy.
With a gasp, Qui-Gon wrenched himself free of the vision. While most students harbored such thoughts toward their masters at one time, Xanatos had never shown any sign of infatuation, and he was long past the age where such things were common.
So what were the boy's feelings, then? Boy? Qui-Gon laughed softly. He could think of Xanatos as a boy, but he was very much a man, and a desirable one at that. It was time Qui-Gon stopped running away from that fact and faced it.
The image from Xanatos' dream floated through his mind again, increasing his own arousal. Perhaps this was not quite the right time to face his feelings after all, if this was the effect a single image had on him. For now, he had to concentrate on the mission. Xanatos *would* be a knight. Once that happened, the rest would fall into place as the Force willed.
That decided, he put down his datapad and headed off to take a shower. A very cold shower. Then he could continue his research with a clear mind.
***
It was mid-afternoon before Xanatos surfaced, still dressing as he hurried out of his room. "Master, I apologize for oversleeping. You should have woken me."
Qui-Gon looked up from his datapad, cursing silently as his padawan's appearance--hair tousled, eyes half-lidded as he shook off the last signs of sleep--quickly undid the effect of the cold shower.
He hid the effect the boy had on him, conscious that Xanatos was staring at him oddly. "I let you sleep," Qui-Gon stopped to clear his throat, "because our plans have changed."
He waited, hoping his student hadn't sensed his thoughts. Xanatos' face cleared of confusion as he nodded at the datapad in Qui-Gon's hands. "We've a mission, then?"
Qui-Gon nodded, not trusting himself to speak as his apprentice came around behind him to read over his shoulder. Xanatos leaned over, his hands on his master's shoulders, his breath warming Qui-Gon's ear as he read.
Faster than Qui-Gon could think to stop it, the dream he'd witnessed slammed back into his mind. He fought it off, banishing it to a place deep in his mind, then held his breath, waiting.
The hands on his shoulders tightened their grip a bit; the breathing in his ear shallowed. Then Xanatos released him, moving away toward the kitchen. "So, we're going to Telos? It'll be wonderful to see my home world again as an adult."
Was that a reminder to his master that he was no longer a child? Qui-Gon shook his head. He was reading subtext into every word and action now. He had to gain control. Quicker than he would have liked, Xanatos reappeared, glass in hand. "Shall I go and pack for us while you finish preparing, Master?"
Master. Again the dream came back, the whispered caress Xanatos had made out of that word sending a sharp pang of desire straight to Qui-Gon's groin. "Yes, please, Padawan."
A brief pause, an almost startled glance, and then his apprentice disappeared back into his own room. Qui-Gon sighed in relief, then put down his datapad. He could finish reading in flight to Telos; right now he was more in need of meditation. He would conquer this. He would. Any other outcome was simply not acceptable.
***
If the few minutes after Xanatos had awakened had been difficult, the evening was turning out to be sheer torture. Given the upcoming mission and the reprimand he'd received that morning, Xanatos had chosen to stay in for the evening.
Trust his apprentice to choose the absolute worst time to be overly dutiful. Of course, it was exactly the right thing to do. Xanatos would be well-rested for the mission, and Master Yoda, who was no doubt keeping track of Xanatos' whereabouts, would perhaps be mollified by the boy's decision.
Unfortunately, neither of these things was helping Qui-Gon deal with his desire for his student. The errant thoughts he had when Xanatos wasn't around were difficult enough, especially combined with his knowledge of Xanatos' activities and now even his dreams.
None of that compared to having his padawan underfoot. How was he supposed to concentrate with Xanatos lounging on the couch, showing far too much skin and eating khana fruit?
Qui-Gon barely managed to suppress a groan as Xanatos finished the juicy piece of fruit and began licking his fingers one by one, silky pink tongue darting out across the tip of a finger, remaining in view longer to slide its way up the long length of each digit.
Just as Qui-Gon was considering crossing the room and ripping his student's clothes off, Xanatos rose and strode off into the kitchen, the tantalizing sway of his hips testing Qui-Gon's resolve once again. By the time Xanatos returned, still drying his hands on a towel, Qui-Gon had decided it was time for a hasty retreat to deal with his problem on his own.
He stood, quickly putting things away. "Is something wrong, Master?" Xanatos asked, changing course and coming to stand next to his teacher.
Qui-Gon took a step backwards, covering the action by reaching for a data chip on the shelf behind him. "Nothing is wrong," he answered as he stuffed the chip blindly into the pack. "I'm very tired, and I'll need to be well-rested for the mission, so I think I'll get some sleep now."
Even to his own ears he sounded like a babbling fool, but if Xanatos noticed, he said nothing about it. "Here. I'll finish packing this up. You go to bed."
The low, seductive voice, combined with the sizzle of heat as Xanatos' hand grazed his own as the young man took the pack from him, ripped away any protest Qui-Gon might have made, along with the last of his composure. "Thank you," he said huskily, then he hurried off to his room.
As his door shut behind him, he was stripping off his clothes. He locked strong shields firmly in place in his mind as he threw himself on the bed and reached for his erection. His hand wrapped tightly around the rock hard shaft and began pumping it mercilessly as he unlocked all his carefully hidden visions.
Xanatos, in the throes of passion, and a faceless man thrusting into him as his padawan moaned in ecstasy. That same man, now being thoroughly used by Xanatos as he uttered low words describing everything he wanted to do to his willing partner.
Another vision, this time of Xanatos receiving pleasure from one man while pleasuring another. The thought of so many others having had his Xanatos both angered Qui-Gon and aroused him at the same time.
His mind drifted to the newest images, those from Xanatos' dream that morning. Qui-Gon's hand sped up as he recalled the sheer bliss on Xanatos' face, the passion in the single word 'Master' whispered repeatedly.
Finally, his thoughts rested on the one erotic image that was real--Xanatos licking juice from his fingers moments ago. Qui-Gon replayed the slow glide of that tongue as it moved up each finger, leaving no part of it untouched.
He imagined that tongue trailing liquid fire up the length of his needy shaft. Would Xanatos be as thorough as he had been with his fingers? Would he taste every millimeter of skin there until Qui-Gon was mindless with need, coherent thought beyond him?
Or would he quickly cover the entire length, taking it deep inside his mouth, surrounding Qui-Gon in wet heat and then sucking his very life out of him through that one small opening in his body?
His climax took him by surprise, a hoarse shout escaping his mouth. Qui-Gon lay there for several moments, gasping for breath as the waves of pleasure slowly calmed.
When he finally felt he could stand without his knees crumbling beneath him, he rose from the bed and moved rather shakily toward the shower, hoping that release would be enough to see him through the mission. Force help them both if it wasn't.
END PART 1
~ proceed to Part 2 ~