Dragonfly Spirit 2 - It�s All Downhill From Here
By Bosie


Qui-Gon had been spending the past few days staring at
Obi-Wan�s door. He hadn�t come out in several days.
But soon the fear of his ass deteriorating and
becoming one with the chair overwhelmed him. He gave
up his vigil to make a toasted cheese sandwich and
went to bed. Something soon stirred him though
breaking him from an unusually disturbing nightmare. A
clattering of sorts coming from the general direction
of the kitchen. He got up reluctantly only to make
sure his life wasn�t severely threatened. He swore he
even heard singing. Some sleek little creature was
twirling around in the dark; a wine glass precariously
held in its hand sloshing an amber substance all over
the linoleum. He flipped on the light switch. 

�Oh, hullo Master.� Cackled his drunken, wayward
child.

�What are you doing Obi-Wan?� sighed Qui-Gon wearily,
rubbing his eyes.

�I uh�I don�t know.� He said breaking out into soft
laughter. 

Qui-Gon couldn�t deal with this at the moment. His
under-age drunk apprentice whom was twirling about the
kitchen in women�s clothing seemed to be in some sort
of Bacchian state that he simply didn�t have the
energy for this early in the morning. He retreated
slowly down the hall.

�Qui-Gon, come back here, won�t you have some!?�

�Go to bed Obi-Wan, we�ll talk in the morning.�

Obi-Wan chased him wrapping his arms around his waist.
�It is the morning. Let�s talk now.� He playfully bit
his ear.

�Obi-Wan, where is your glass?�

�Oops! I dropped it!� His loud cackling returned, as
he seemed to chase the inanimate glass down the
hallway.

�You�re only 19, what have you stolen from my alcohol
stash?�

�Brandy of course, Master.�

�Oh yes, of course�I�m going back to bed. Try not to
make too much of a mess.� He climbed back in bed
returning to his nightmares, and woke unfortunately
early. Obi-Wan sometime in the night (early-morning)
had crawled under the sheets with him and was curled
in the crook of his arm. He couldn�t help but melt.
His young apprentice was awake. �Good morning
Obi-Wan.�

�Master, I hurt.� He nuzzled further into his arm
whining softly. 

�Yes dear, that�s called a hangover.� 

Obi-Wan sighed and nestled closer, �You�re warm. I�m
cold.�

�That dear, is because you�re not wearing any
clothing.�

�Oh.� Obi-Wan looked down at his own shoulder,
blinking. 

Qui-Gon snickered, �What happened to that lovely dress
you were wearing last night?�

�I�I think�I think it�s in the kitchen. Did we have
sex?�

�No, no, actually you haven�t come out of your room
for six days, before�well, last night.�

�I�m sorry, Master.�

�Obi-Wan, what were you doing in there all that time?�

�Thinking, listening to music�and, ah, masturbating.�

�Ah. I see. Did you come to any conclusions on your
little hermitage?�

Obi-Wan cocked his head to the side, �Um, that we need
to have more sex, and� that I look passably decent in
women�s lingerie.�

�Um, well, yes you do�that dress thingie��

�A slip I believe it�s called.�

�Well, yes, you looked very nice in it.�

Obi-Wan frowned, �Then why didn�t you have sex with
me?�

�This seems to be a very important theme right now�
Because I was tired, and you were very drunk, and I
was mad at you.�

�Well, I�m sober and naked in bed with you right
now�and you don�t seem mad at me anymore.�

�Yes, but my dear little padawan, you have atrocious,
alcohol-laced morning breath.�

�I�ll brush my teeth.�

�Yes, but then I�ll have to brush my teeth too, then
all hope will be lost on catching up with sleep.�

�Fine!� The poor thing tried for a grand exit. But his
still-intoxicated limbs were ignoring his brain
altogether. So eventually he gave up, crawled along
the wall back into his room and passed out again in
privacy.

Only then Qui-Gon realized that Obi-Wan had dyed his
hair black. 

**********

Obi-Wan woke up several hours later and simply lay
there for several hours more bemoaning his life as he
had the past week. He began to pray for catastrophe -
Some sort of great intergalactic war that would
justify his years of training. Nothing had come up in
ages. Or something as simple as a hovercraft crashing
in through the front window - something he had always
feared as a child. His Master maybe would show some
sort of need or longing for him again. He was
beginning to feel quite impotent as a human being. His
allowance wasn�t even enough to piddle away on movies,
coffee, or any other sort of numb, desperate
entertainment. Only this room with his modest stock of
books, cds, and movies which all became some sort of
strange obsession. He played them so constantly they
became as familiar as the hum of electricity. It was
time to ruin his life again. Create some great
drama that would at least excite him for a moment or
two. 

**********

Cinnamon struggled with her boots. The damn laces
seemed to take forever to negotiate up the steep
incline of her calf. The club was viscous this time of
night. Bleary-eyed drunks looking for fights, sizing
up each new person that came into the bar. She had
been bred on hangovers. The same sort of attitude made
you take personal affront to every comment or look.
She looked up and saw standing before her the sweetest
face she had seen all night.

�Obi-Wan, long time no see.�

�I know, I�ve been away for awhile.�

�Yes, I know, Master likes to keep his boy under
wraps.�

He laughed. �Shush now, that�s just between us.�

�Well, you�re former boyfriend is here.� 

Obi-Wan looked puzzled.

�You know, that guy�um, with the hair that gave you
the collar.�

�Oh shit.�

Cinnamon smiled again, �Hon, I�ll protect you as soon
as I get this boot laced up.�

�Oh here, let me help you.� Obi-Wan dropped down to
one knee and began to work the laces from the bottom. 

�Hmm, I think it�s easier at that angle.�

�Probably.� He smiled up at her. �All done.�

�What are you doing here?� She put her hand on his
shoulder to help her stand. �Is Master letting up on
you?�

�Heh, you could say that.�

She knew to back off details. His eyes were hurt. 

�What are you here FOR then�you don�t reappear out of
nowhere without needing something.�

�Well sweetie, I was wondering if there were any job
openings?�

Cinnamon pulled a red hair out of her face looking at
him under her furrowed eyebrows. �Aren�t you a Jedi?�

�Yes, but nothing�s going on. I�m bored out of my
mind.�

She sighed. �There�s a bartending job��

�I�ll take it.�

�Um, ok�� She knew damn well he had no experience, but
thought maybe his looks might get him by with the
manager. She, herself, was really just a paid regular
with practically no responsibility. But Cinnamon
looked damn good standing around, �I�ll take you to
our manager, he�ll figure out to do with you.�

**********

�So, you have NO experience.�

�Um, not really. But I�m a fast learner.�

Lucas (illustrious manager of Champagne Alley)
laughed. �Well, here�s the problem. Our last bartender
walked out. I have no one to train you.� He leaned
back in his chair putting his hands behind his head.
Obi-Wan felt the sharp bite of disappointment.

Lucas found himself staring at the young man. �And
you�re only nineteen, so why you�d even be applying
for this job, let alone even showing up here eludes
me. Didn�t a bouncer stop you?�

�You have a bouncer?�

�Yeah�Cinnamon.�

�Oh�uh��

Lucas waved the question away dismissively. �Tell you
what, while I can�t break any rules for you, the least
I can do is take you back to my place and make you a
drink, right?�

Obi-Wan realized with a pang of shock that this was
now turning into nothing more than a pickup. By a man
old enough to be his father. Who happened to be
incredibly attractive. Much taller than him with
absolutely beautiful, smooth, coffee colored skin.
Long black hair. Intoxicating amber eyes. 

�Um, yes, yeah�sure�.� He thought out of the blue that
he should maybe tell Cinnamon that she was supposed to
be a bouncer. But that could come later.

Lucas stood, and Obi-Wan followed suit as they walked
out the back entrance to his hovercar.

**********

Knots swam around savagely, choking the butterflies in
his stomach.  

�Such an act of cruelty� he thought numbly. He
suddenly felt like an obedient little child whom
deliberately makes up their mind to do something
stupid and possibly dangerous - fully aware of the
consequences. He looked over at Lucas, this strong and
self-assured man, hoping he didn�t think Obi-Wan was
some empty-headed teenager. He felt like tapping his
shoulder and saying, �Excuse me Sir, I know very well
you could be a murder, a rapist, or even a viable
component of the dark forces.  But Sir�I don�t care
�cause I am really fucking bored with my life and am
making a conscious decision to fuck it up. Ok?� 

But that would only sound self-defensive. He realized
this man was taking only back roads. This either could
be in the interest of avoiding traffic, or maybe this
man wanted to decapitate him and fuck his bleeding
esophagus. What was he thinking? He was a Jedi who had
taken on armies�but that was with a lightsaber. This
man was obviously quite strong and would be fighting
on his home-turf (if he weren�t taking him to a
drainage ditch that was).

They arrived at a modest, though nice one story home. 

�Here we are.� As they entered, a large, friendly
Labrador tried to attack them with kisses. �Down
Scout, down.�

It was very dim, even with the lights on. The ceiling
shockingly low. Lucas� head almost grazed the ceiling.
Peculiar paintings of brightly colored monsters riding
around in hovercraft graced the walls. There were two
exhausted looking sofas. And a lamp constructed out of
antique machinery with flickering bulbs.  Lucas seemed
to fall on him with a deep, longing kiss out of
nowhere - practically lifting him off the floor.  This
man was obviously just as starved as he was. The way
he was lifted reminded him of his Master�s kisses. He
found himself returning this token of affection with
equal, if not competing veracity. He was being lead
through this to one of these sagging red couches.

Despite Lucas� seeming command in all of this,
something vaguely feminine lingered that Obi-Wan
couldn�t reason out in his head. He liked it though,
very much. 

He was pulled on top of this intimidating man. He was
surprised to find himself already unbuttoning Lucas�
shirt and kissing his chest - which to his delight was
decorated. Simple designs he didn�t know the meaning
of were on his chest and arms. These he studied in
earnest with his mouth particularly focusing on his
extremely sensitive nipples, which were peaking and
firm against his lips. He allowed himself to worship
this beautiful, perfectly formed body. 

Lucas made no suggestions or demands and simply
allowed Obi-Wan to enjoy his body. He even turned so
Obi Wan could pay equal attention to the perfect line
of his back, and just where the cleft his buttocks
began. 
	
Obi-Wan stood and, as Lucas watched on intently, he
slowly took off all his clothes. He made sure to
stretch a couple of times to better display the
complimenting lines of muscle and bone that made up
the complex structure of his body beneath his skin. 

Lucas got on his knees and began to explore the lines
of his hips. The bones that jutted out ever so
slightly. The delicate lines forming a v that would
connect beneath his cock. Which of course was given
it�s share of attention. He lowered himself to his
knees giving Lucas access to his slim neck and bony
shoulders. Their bodies were so different from one
another. Both beautiful. One of an active man who
lived sparsely, slightly frail. The other of a better
nourished, more all round decadent man with obvious
strength. 

The younger, smaller man leaned back on the floor
suggesting with his hands for Lucas to follow. Lucas
chuckled under his breath following his lead. �What�s
with me and Jedi? Something about them�� He smothered
the rest of this sentence in the said Jedi�s neck.

�What?� Obi-Wan deadpanned.

�Oh nothing.�

�How�d you know I was a Jedi?�

�Only you Jedi have goofy names like Obi-Wan.�

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, �I never told you my name.�

�I�uh, um, I know a friend of a friend�who�described
you to me.� Lucas was VERY bad at lying. He had this
horrible tendency to raise the ends of his lies like
questions.

�Who?�

�Well, actually, I used to know your Master pretty
well�and you MIGHT not remember me. But I do recognize
you. You might even say your Master and I used to have
a past.� Lucas cussed himself out deep within his
brainmeats for that �past� comment.

Obi-Wan was still trying to look intimidating. �What
KIND of a relationship?�

Lucas blushed. �Well�uh, you might say it was sexual
in nature.�

�Oh really�� Obi-Wan was trying desperately to veil
how upset he was. �How long ago was this?�

�Uh, I don�t know�maybe about five or six months ago.�

Obi-Wan swore he felt like he was going to cry. He
just concentrated on the fabric of the carpet trying
not to face the obvious truth he had just heard.

�Look, I can understand how it can be upsetting
hearing that about someone you probably view as a
Father of sorts. But you know, we�re through with each
other, and now is now. And�� He slinked up to him
and whispered in his ear, �I�d really like you to fuck
me.�

�My Master was fucking you?� The tears were
inevitable.

No wonder Qui-Gon had lost interest in him. Lucas was
a much healthier example of a human being. Not so bony
and frail. �Lucas, I have to go.�

**********

Qui-Gon was sitting on the couch watching �The
Bachelorette�. Obi-Wan came skulking in through the
front door pausing, his eyes averted. �Hello Obi-Wan.
Good to see that you�re actually getting out of the
house every once in a while.�

Obi-Wan had made the conscious decision to not dance
around the bush, �Well, I hear YOU�RE good at getting
outside of the house.� Crap! He was doing a damn jig
around the bush. �Urm, Uh, Getting IT outside of the
house.�

Qui-Gon was looking understandably puzzled, �Um�well,
I admit I�m kind of a homebody myself. Is it just me,
or has the psychic bond we share been getting weaker
and weaker?�

�Well, apparently that�s not the ONLY thing we share.�
(ladies and gentleman, grab your partner and
do-si-do!)

Qui-Gon sighed and shut off the television regretting
that he would miss this week�s rose ceremony (only
three roses left!), �Ok, I�ll get to the bottom of
this� What seems to be the problem?�

�Let�s just say I had a little talk with a friend of
yours.�

Qui-Gon was on the edge of his seat, �And?�

�Apparently he knows you VERY well.�

�And what�s his name?�

�Lucas.�

�Oh.� Qui-Gon stared absently at the floor. �What�d he
say?�

�That you two had a bit of a fling, so to say, a few
months ago.�

�You didn�t tell him about us, did you?�

�God! No, of course I didn�t you little fuck! More
IMPORTANTLY, did YOU tell him about us? Did you think
to tell me about him?�

�I�m so sorry Obi-Wan.� Qui-Gon was wishing this
wasn�t happening right now. So he�d have some time to
conjure up an excuse that would make this okay. 

�No, I understand. He�s so much healthier and more
vital than I am. You don�t have to see him everyday.
Don�t have to deal with his moods. Get to go to that
nice warm house of his with the cushiony warm couches
rather than this stark white, cold, official
hellhole!�

�Obi-Wan, how do you know what the inside of his house
looks like?� Shit� Obi-Wan was caught. Now was the
time to dance.

�We went over there to talk.�

Qui-Gon stood up, �Oh really, about what, the weather?
I just happened to come up in this casual
conversation? Tell me, how long have you two been
friends? Where�d you meet? I mean, my cautious little
Padawan wouldn�t go over to a stranger�s house JUST to
hang out, now would he?�

�Don�t get cocky on me, or try to change the focus.�
Obi-Wan intended to say this of course, with a lot
more force. But his Master was advancing closer on
him. Even after all these years Qui-Gon could still
inspire fear in him. �Qui-Gon, when you acted all
jealous and stuff over that other guy I wasn�t even
sleeping with, you were so mad. Why�s it okay for
you?�

�Because�I�m your Master.� The �Master� nodded as
though this were completely logical.

�God you�re a prick.�

�So did you sleep with him?�

Obi-Wan thought for a bit deciding whether the truth
was the best thing here, �I intended to. Until he
mentioned you.� Only thing missing was the venom, �I
didn�t want your leftovers.� 

An unexpected blow landed across his cheek that
vibrated up into his temple leaving him on the floor.
He simply lay there. He could not muster the will to
even get up again and continue this futile argument.
Furthermore he was embarrassed to be felled by this
man who spent his spare-time golfing and listening to
Barry Manilow with the sincerest joy. It was a
frightening thing to lose will. He doubted he�d
experienced anything like it before. Your programmed
worries for your safety and well-being try to rouse
you to action. But for once, you ignore them. It was
like death, but more hopeless. There was no fear
except the one that it wouldn�t end.

He thought maybe he�d run away. Change his identity
and truly give in to his own needs. But he didn�t care
enough right now. He sensed his Master was near him
asking him if he was alright. He didn�t care to
answer. No emotion. Until his Master tried picking him
up. Suddenly his soul sprung back to life, �Get off of
me you fucking bastard!� He fell to the floor again,
and got up this time. �I don�t want you to ever touch
me again! Why�d you do this to me? Didn�t you ever
love me? You raised me from a child, then you make
love to me. You promised more. If you won�t follow it
up�you just don�t do that to someone you love. Don�t
you even love me as your son? I never knew my parents.
All I ever knew was you. You fucked me over!�

�Obi-Wan, I...I do love you. I just...it was a stage.�

�Don�t pull that mid-life crisis crap on me Qui-Gon.
Lucas is OLDER than me. You�re supposed to go younger.
I might believe it if you went after another jailbait
little padawan�and I wouldn�t be surprised if you
have.�

�I haven�t!� croaked Qui-Gon.

�Mm Hmm�whatever.�

�Wait Obi-Wan, you went out to go cheat on me.�

�Well, I did dance for you in my best dress, and you
ignored me.�

Qui-Gon couldn�t help but admire Obi-Wan�s icy sarcasm
in arguments. And quite frankly, he was sick of the
drama. He just wanted to watch the damn rose ceremony,
then Celebrity Mole. Maybe make a sandwich. Read the
funnies. Enjoy a cup of decaf. Then go to bed. �Can we
do this tomorrow?�

�No. I�m moving out tonight.�

�What?! Where will you go?�

�Somewhere.�

Suddenly, an anvil dropped on both their heads
squishing them�and they were dead, dead, dead. Master
Yoda, that sly old wench, was listening in. He too,
got sick of the drama, and killed them both out of
mercy.
 
The End