Obi-Wan was dressing for his evening out at Bobby Ringenheimer's Nabooine Disco. Silly decadence and pomp and facades of all pretty sorts, and he certainly must fit the new generation's image.

He was encased partially in skin hugging black vinyl that caressed every curve of his lower body. Vinyl said, "I'm comfortable with my body, I'm young and fearless." The sexual attitude of the glitter revolution as it was being called.

Above his waist a tight black cotton shirt clung g to him with the word anarchy sparkled across in red. The shirt said, "I may look like I don't care, but I do. Down with big government." A popular view to take in this trend.

He wore black leather combat boots with sparkled red laces, which ALSO had a message to them saying, "I'm thrifty, practical, but never ugly." A particularly savvy touch that Obi-Wan was prideful to have caught. It was difficult being trendy.

A pair of bondage bracelets decorated his wrists, which told the interested, "I may be a Jedi, but I'm also submissive." It was only a message though. He didn't really want to give himself to just anyone who was interested. He was saving himself for what he knew was a silly hope and nothing more. He took his Master's picture from the drawer and kissed the tip of his finger touching it gently to the kind face he had known for so many years.

He snuck stealthily as he could in the thick boots through the halls unaware of the shadowy figure behind him and he walked the cool gray and gothic streets looking for his thrills.

Eventually he arrived at Bobby's the viscous neon lights playing over his skin. The burly doorman smiled at Obi-Wan who kissed him on the cheek and was allowed access immediately. Qui-Gon did not have it so easy. The doorman threw an arm across the door.

"Yo bub! What's the password."

'You just allowed that boy through with no password!"

The man smirked, "I KNOW him. Besides, I LIKE him. You know, I don't like you. In fact, I REALLY don't like you."

"What do you mean?" asked Qui-Gon tensely.

"Yo Mack! The password!"

Qui-Gon looked as if he just remembered something, then he looked smug waving his hand, "No password is needed."

The doorman stepped aside nodding and allowing the Jedi through.

He looked over the walls of the disco. All the walls were mirrored including the ceiling making the small hot room seem miles larger than it really was. Vibrant lights shot across and were scattered by a spinning disco ball suspended in the center of the room and a pulsing rhythm was heard like a heartbeat over the speaker. In a way it was like being trapped inside a living organ.

He looked for Obi-Wan in the madness and found him quickly. He was straddled in some man's lap with his head and face nestled in his neck. The man's left hand was stroking his neck and hair and the right was tracing its way up his shirt over his spine. They pulled away kissing intensely and Qui-Gon felt his blood boiling. Obi-Wan's friend looked old enough to be his father. He remembered suddenly that he was also.

He watched with more interest as the other man reached into his jacket pocket pulling out a box and opening it. There was now a collar in the man's hand that he seemed to be intending on putting around Obi-Wan's neck. Obi-Wan arched back his slender neck to accept the collar and the man tugged on his braid bringing him into another kiss as it was fastened,

Something about the way the man grabbed the braid made something painful and heavy drop in Qui-Gon's chest. The braid was a mark of his Padawan's obedience to him.

The slender boy removed himself from the man's grasps and wandered to the bar to talk with schoolmates.

Qui-Gon discreetly slipped over to the man who had collared Obi-Wan.

"Hello. May I site here?"

The man waved his drink vaguely. "It's a free world."

"What's your name."

"Palum." The man made no inquiry to Qui-Gon's identity.

"Who's that young man?" Qui-Gon said gesturing at Obi-Wan who currently was wrapped in the arms of another student.

Palun smiled drunkenly, "That Mack, is mine."

"Certainly doesn't look like it." The two young men were grinding their hips together leaning against the bar.

"Oh I let him flirt with the other boys just as long as he remember his ass is mine."

"Just his ass?"

"Yup bub. And that sweet face." Palum said with a leer adding vulgarly, "Can't wait to fuck that hot little ass."

The Jedi mentally restrained himself from punching that man in the face and excused himself leaving the neon disco.

8. You Won't Be Mine

Qui-Gon's heart was tense and his throat felt sick. How could he have allowed Obi-Wan to change so drastically and quickly? He wasn't ready for this in the young boy. Within the span of a few months he had become an angry, petulant, irresistible and highly sexual disco vixen. He now had a personality. Well, not a personality, anger and angst is so often confused with personality. But he had fire for certain. He couldn't stand the thought of Obi-Wan with that horrid Palum. That braid was his to hold. That body and face, his to command.

Obi-Wan entered the garden of the Jedi Academy and he saw his Master sitting in the dark.

"Master? What are you doing up?" he said startled his eyes azure orbs. He had never seen that glaze in his Master's eyes and his stomach fluttered as he suddenly became very aware of the leather collar clinging to his neck like a spider.

"You're dressed like a whore."

The foreign bitterness in that voice terrified Obi to his core.

"Master. I was taking a walk in the garden with some friends."

"Your much older male friends no doubt."

"What do you mean Mast..."

"I KNOW about you Obi-Wan. What was it? Zags+Obi=Love? I know all about it. I know who gave you that collar." The color had drained from Obi-Wand's face. He couldn't help but wonder if Qui-Gon had found the much treasured pictured of him and if that was why he was so angry. But he also wondered how he knew about Palum. He made sure his mental walls had been strong. He stood petrified against a stone wall after making a small series of unbelieving choking noises.

Qui-Gon approached him and reached around the frozen neck taking off the mark of Palum's possession throwing it disdainfully to the ground.

Obi-Wan was pushed against the wall pinned on either side by a strong arm.

9. Muskrat Love

"You are mine Obi-Wan Kenobi. Always. Forever. Mine." Qui-Gon grabbed both his apprentice's wrists and held them together in mid-air over his head. He took away the powerful hands and Obi-Wan was still helpless as though the binds had always been there laying dormant in the force. Soon he was lifted a few inches from the ground.

Qui-Gon knelt picking a knife from the cuff of his boot. Obi trembled in confusion and fear still seeing that blind animal anger in his Master's eyes. He feared the worst. His Master pulled Obi-Wan close back to his chest and began to cut away his black anarchy shirt over the chest and shoulders tearing it away whispering in his ear. "My Padawan, there will always be law over chaos and anarchy. It is silly for a Jedi to wear such garments." A tongue flickered over his ear "Mine."

Obi-Wan felt his skin go hot and icy simultaneously. "Master? What are you doing?" The bonds disappeared and he fell to the floor.

"Undress Kenobi." Qui-Gon stared icily at the boy heaped on the floor, beautiful with frightened shadows encasing his tan form. He undressed himself obediently and looked up questioningly finding himself overwhelmed by the fact that Qui-Gon had also taken the opportunity to get naked. He gasped softly now at a loss. He only knew how this scenario would end in dreams. Qui-Gon would hold him, kiss him, telling him how he adored him.

"Come here Obi-Wan." He grasped the young boy to his chest again stroking the neck staring down into the eyes he had secretly worshipped for so long.

"I am the one who makes you fly, the one who has raised you up from your crushed state. I have taught you all you know now. You cannot give yourself to another. You cannot detach yourself. I am Father, teacher, friend, and now, lover. Close your eyes."

Obi-Wan closed his lids on the tears of joy that had formed into the corners of his eyes and felt his feet leave the floor and the colder air wrap his features.

"Open your eyes."

His eyes opened and they were flying through the night over the silver clouds like a tumble of gauze to cushion them. Pinpricks of white light spangled the black and twin moons like a cat's eyes watched them.

"Dragonflies fly like this Obi-Wan. As they mate they lock together still moving on as a part of the force. Very carefully turn to me or you will fall."

Obi-Wan carefully twisted himself underneath him folding his long legs around his Master's waist and wrapping his arms around his neck.

Qui-Gon pulled the braid upward tasting Obi-Wan's mouth for the first time and heard his Padawan's soft whimper as he had imagined it in long denied dreams. His hand wandered and a finger pierced Obi-Wan stretching him with one, then two fingers prompting more intoxicating vocalings from the Jedi's Apprentice. Slowly he speared him with his cock feeling teeth bite gently into his shoulder, stifling another small noise. Obi-Wan felt as if he were being spilt in two.

Qui-Gon transmitted his lust to Obi-Wan and using the force manipulated his body and soul to his fantasies.

The legs around him tightened as the Padawan cried out, sending his reaction through his body back to his Master. The heat between them built without a single movement as they swept cosmically through the atmosphere making love without motion. Soon it was all too much and they came together feeling their souls part again and tightening their bodies against each other exhausted.

They flew back to their home and Qui-Gon set the exhausted boy on his bed. Jedi lovemaking was known to be the most intense in all the known universe. And when two Jedi souls met in passion the drain was cataclysmic, and it could be felt all through the force. Qui-Gon worried if the council members had felt it. They would either panic, or try to find the source, or even both. He stroked the boy's short auburn hair and the sleepy eyes stare at him in absolute pure love and contentment.

"Mine." He whispered pressing his finger to the kiss swollen lower lip.

"Yes Master." The boy fell asleep smiling.

10. Love or Confusion?

Obi-Wan woke to the smell of hashbrowns and seeing that he was still naked on his Master's bed confirmed that it hadn't all been a fanatic dream.

The music coming through the kitchen was a sheer nightmare. The beat was stilted and a loopy, plummy voice was singing proudly, "I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride it well. I want to ride my bicycle, I was to ride it wh-ere I waaaant...BICYCLE!...BICYCLE!..." Obi-Wan shuddered. This song would go on forever like this giving false hopes of a quick end, but then it would always come back like some horrible science fiction movie.

"Good morning Obi-Wan. Did you sleep well? Say, if you had played this song for me, I would have believed you when you said these glitter bands were worth something. But still, nothing like old Al Herbert and the Tatooine Brass." Queen was replaced by them in a second and Obi-Wan simply knew he couldn't take anymore of it. Qui-Gon meanwhile was trundling and skipping clumsily around the kitchen wielding a beater singing in falsetto with the music. It was even more horrifying and spirit breaking than before. He was trying to desperately discover that endearing thread in all of this, but was missing it completely. So instead he turned off the player dropping the blanket he had wrapped around his nude figure and crooked his finger seductively. The battle was won. He hoped the same technique would be sufficient when it came time to reject Qui-Gon's golfing matches. Which he would undoubtedly be invited to.

He gasped when he saw the headline of the Coruscent Courier. MASSIVE WINGLESS DRAGONFLY DROPS WHITE RAIN OVER SMALL VILLAGE: Syntarians suspected of foul play.

There was a blurry picture of the two of them twined together in the air. Fortunately it was just blurry enough to avoid identification. He smiled to himself despite his embarrassment. He loved Qui-Gon and he hoped they would spend their lives together constantly embarrassing one another. It would be interesting at the very least.