Title: Meditations in Death and Life
Author/Artist: Angel
Gift for: temve
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Dooku
Summary: Qui-Gon is distressed and his master has a meditative solution
Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers. I disclaim any and all knowledge of
or responsibility for this story
Warnings: BDSM
Qui-Gon knelt, trying to clear his mind enough to meditate on the Living
Force. Slinet hung
heavy on him. Men, women, children, even the animals and plants had
been destroyed. He’d
never felt a place quite so dead. They’d moved through the dead world,
a slow grey rain falling
on them, searching for survivors. There were none. Worst of all,
there had been no clue as to who
had committed the atrocity. Even the Force fed nothing by grey deadness
back to them. They’d
spent a standard week, which was, by Qui-Gon’s estimate, four days too many.
Even here in the Temple, amid the living billions of Coruscant, that one,
small dead world closed his
thoughts, leaving him chilled to the bone, although the room was of normal
temperature. Long, cool
fingers massaged his temples. His master’s presence flowed over him
like a warm cloak amid the cold
of death, soothing the deadness that interfered with his meditation.
“Thank you, Master.” Warm for the first time in days, Qui-Gon relaxed.
“My brave padawan.” Qui-Gon heard the smile in Dooku’s voice.
“You faced what many full knights,
and even some masters, could not. You are nearly ready for your trials.
Any way I can aid you in preparing
is to my credit as well.”
Qui-Gon seized the long fingers and brought them to his lips for a kiss.
Dooku had, as was proper, taught
him everything in its due time with its correct ritual. “My master
takes good care of me.” The warmth of his
master, both his body and his Force presence were a balm. Qui-Gon was
tempted to offer himself tonight,
an affirmation of life-energy to counter the death.
Dooku’s fingers brushed over his face, long and gentle, teasing the hot spot
on his neck and stroking through
his long brown hair. “If you would like a new meditation technique,.
I can teach you one. It is advanced,
but you are almost a knight.”
Qui-Gon looked up at him, blue eyes haunted with a deep pain that even meditation
had not vanquished. “Yes, please.”
Dooku gave him a small smile in return. “Strip down then, padawan, and trust
your master. You know you
access the Living Force best with no barriers.” He tipped Qui-Gon’s
face up and bent to kiss him. “And with
no distractions.”
Qui-Gon returned the kiss, taking it deeper and drawing the reassurance that
he still lived from it. Then he rose
to undress. He had done much naked meditation in the last few years.
He was no longer uncomfortable with his
body. It was all part of the Force. He noticed Dooku had vanished
for a moment, and he knelt back into
meditation position.
A blindfold slipped over his eyes, soft pads held on by a strap. “No
distractions, padawan,” Dooku whispered, his
breath hot on Qui-Gon’s ear. “No sight.” Soft strong synthleather
cuffs slid over the whole of his forearms, fastening
them together behind his back. More went around his ankles, and the
wrist cuffs locked to them. “No movement.” A
hood went over his head, with small plugs that swelled in his ear canals.
Dooku loosened one side. “No sound. Free
yourself to the Living Force.” The hood returned and Qui-Gon
gave himself to his meditation, aware of his arousal, but
using it to focus on the Force.
Sensory deprived, he could feel only the Force, flowing through him, washing
over him, controlling yet obeying. He could
hear trees half a galaxy away, sense the life of the whole world around him,
know the thoughts of a desert rat or the head
of the Senate. He was part of all life.
Dooku watched his apprentice from the sofa. Qui-Gon was very good looking,
and the bonds only emphasized that. He
smiled at the impressive erection growing between his apprentice’s legs.
And he remembered when he had learned this
technique, and all the things his master had done then. It had not
been Yoda who had taught this one, nor was it entirely
a Jedi technique.
Without a sound, he moved to the floor and lowered his mouth to the large
head of Qui-Gon’s cock, repeating his own
master’s motions. Qui-Gon would not know what he had done, lost as
he was in the ecstacy of the Force. Dooku would
not tell him. He tasted, feeling his own arousal. The massive
cock was almost too much for him to get into his mouth, a given
with an apprentice nearly as tall as he himself was.
Dooku enjoyed himself, but made sure to shield his actions from his apprentice’s
awareness. Not having tasted his apprentice
for some time, he wondered if he should inspire Qui-Gon to meditate more
often. He let his tongue wander all over the shaft
and down to flick at the heavy, lightly-furred balls that drew up enticingly.
He paused there a minute, sucking, before returning
to the cock.
Qui-Gon never noticed the orgasm that pleased his master. Dooku made
sure Qui-Gon was clean and dry before returning
to sit on the sofa.
Slowly, blinking as if dazed, Qui-Gon came up from his meditation.
Dooku removed the hood and the blindfold. “That was
the most connected I’ve ever been, Master.” His radiant face beamed
sheer joy at Dooku. The dead dullness that had haunted
him was gone, save for a few shadows that would never completely dissapate.
And that, too was as it should be.
“Excellent work, padawan. It is late. You should rest.”
His long fingers unbuckled the cuffs and soothed circulation back into
Qui-Gon’s extremities. They lingered, not quite teasing, but definitely
signaling intent.
“I’m not tired, master. I feel as if I could go on a three day mission
with no sleep.”
“Then have pity on your teacher who did not have such an intensive meditation
session.” Dooku helped him onto his feet. “I am
old and my bed calls to me.”
Qui-Gon caught his shoulder and kissed him. “It calls me as well, Master.
May I join you?”
Dooku chuckled and let the overflow of Qui-Gon’s desire and Force experience
flow over him. He would inspire his padawan to
meditate in the bonds more often. “A request as pleasant as that, how
could I refuse it?”