Title: The Return 15/?

by: Dorotea

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon gang up on Kaeleena to show her the Jedi version of

good cop/bad cop or is that bad cop/worse cop?

Author's Notes: Thanks to my husband, a wrestler in his high school days, who

provided invaluable assistance in researching the various positions and holds.

He loves me in spite of - or because of - my depravity. As he once said, "It's

great to have company down here!"

Feedback: Always welcome, send to: [email protected]

"One of these days when you sit by yourself You'll realize you can't shout

without someone else In the end you will submit It's got to hurt a little bit."

"Subculture", by New Order

The Return 15

You walk through the halls of the Jedi Temple slowly. It is before sunrise and

all is quiet. The only sound is your muted footfalls echoing through the temple.

The floors are cold on your barefeet, but you don't care. You can't sleep. You

haven't slept well for weeks. You lie in bed and close your eyes, only to be

plagued by memories. The first time Qui-Gon kissed you, his touch hesitant, but

his blue eyes blazing with passion. How he used to put notes in your tunic

pockets reminding you to eat and not stay out late and drink every night when

you went on missions. How when you couldn't sleep he would hold you in his lap

and sing softly into your ear until you fell asleep. He would hold you all

night, because he feared if he tried to put you in bed you would wake up. You

close your eyes and try to push the memories away. Too many wrongs had been done

to ever make it right again. Too many words left unspoken, too many emotions not

shared. Too much to be forgiven.

Even when you were able to push Qui-Gon's visage from your mind, there was no

peace. Then you saw Obi-Wan. His cocky grin, his teasing, his sexy swagger, his

bright eyes burning with lust for you. It had been a month since you had seen

Qui-Gon with your sister. You had managed to avoid him so far.

You had talked to Obi-Wan almost everyday, even while one of you was away on a

mission, but you knew you had been distant and cold. The two of you talked, but

it was merely the exchange of pleasantries. You had closed yourself off to him.

You had sex with him, but it wasn't the same. He had been so understanding, he

had tried so hard, but you were scared and you had closed yourself off to him.

It is exactly what Qui-Gon had always done to you when he was upset about

something. You hated yourself for doing it to Obi-Wan, but the confusion was

overwhelming. You could sense Obi-Wan's frustration and anger growing whenever

you spoke with him. The conflicting emotions made you feel as if you were

drowning. If you could just get your head to clear, get yourself above the

surging water.

You walk out on a balcony and look out at Coruscant. The breeze blows your hair

back. The city looks beautiful, it is almost sunrise. You sigh deeply. You sense

him coming before you hear him. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around

you. He kisses your neck softly. You tremble slightly at his touch. You guide

his hand to your mouth and kiss it softly.

"Why aren't you in bed?" he asks softly. "I couldn't sleep. Why aren't you in

bed?" you reply. "I heard you calling me," he says as begins to nuzzle your

neck. "I did not," you say sharply. He laughs softly in your ear, "You did. I

could feel your restlessness, your sadness, I want to help." You sigh. A single

tear escapes and rolls down your cheek. "I'm fine," you lie. "When is the last

time you ate? When is the last time you slept?" he asks softly as his hand wipes

your tear away. You lean back into him. "I just need time. I'll be fine." He

sighs heavily, you sense his frustration that you won't talk to him. "When is

the last time we had sex where you didn't fake it?" he asks, with an edge in his

voice. "I'm sorry," you whisper.

He squeezes his arms around you tightly. "Will you just talk to me?" "I don't

know what to say. I love you, I do, I can't imagine my life without you, but I

feel guilty, I feel confused, I feel scared, I feel so much, I just don't know

what to do anymore." "Thank you," he says quietly. "For what?" "Actually telling

me what you're feeling." "Can you tell me what to do?" you ask, with a low

laugh. "Yes, you need to talk to Qui-Gon. He wants to talk to you. He is

unhappy, you are unhappy and I'm stuck in the middle, feeling guilty all the

time. You have been avoiding him for a month, it is time." "And I plan to avoid

him for many more months, years maybe. I'm just not ready." "You have to talk to

him," Obi-Wan says forcefully. "I was joking about the telling me what to do

thing. I don't want to see him. I don't have anything to say to him and I don't

want to hear anything he has to say."

"What are you scared of?" he asks. "I'm not scared, I just don't want to see

him. There is no reason for me to see him. There is nothing between us now," you

answer angrily. "Do you really believe that?" "Yes," you answer hesitantly, not

believing. He sighs, "I know what you're afraid of." "What?" you ask nervously.

"You're afraid of wanting him, loving him, needing him," he answers softly, hurt

in his tone. You don't say anything. You know he is right.

"I'll go with you, it is time to make things right." he finally says. "I'm not

going! Things will never be right again." "You are going." "Now," he says

firmly, unwrapping his arms from you and taking your hand. "I hate it you when

you tell me what to do," you protest. He gives you that cocky grin, "You love it

when I tell you what to do."' You give him a small consenting smile and let him

lead you away.

When you almost to their quarters, you stop. You have a sudden pang of

uneasiness. Obi-Wan frowns at you, "What?" he asks. "I'm not sure if this is a

good idea," you stammer. "It is the only way to make things right, trust me," he

says, stroking your face gently. He kisses your lips softly. He is hiding

something, you can sense it. There is only one way to find out though. "Okay,

lets get this over with."

Obi-Wan keys the door open, and you both enter. It is dimly lit. You see Qui-Gon

lounging on the sleep sofa. He is only wearing trousers, and your eyes

immediately notice his massive bare chest and muscular arms. He appears to be

sleeping, but he sits up as you come closer. Your eyes meet his for a moment,

but you quickly look away. You think you would have run away if Obi-Wan hadn't

been holding your hand.

"Please, sit down, " Qui-Gon invites quietly, motioning to the empty space next

to him. You slowly sit down next to Qui-Gon, Obi Wan sits down next to you and

wraps his arms around your waist. "How are you, little one?" he asks, placing

his hand lightly on your leg. You look down at your lap. "I'm fine. I don't eat

or sleep much, but I'm fine." "Are you angry at me?" Qui-Gon asks. "I don't have

any right to be angry." "I didn't ask if you had a right to be angry, I asked if

you were angry." "Sometimes," you say, finally looking up at him. "Why?"

"Because, you made me chase you for years, because you didn't make her wait,

because you just slept with her to hurt me, because you made sure I would see

it," you answer angrily. "I didn't make you chase me, you chose to. I only

waited because I loved you and didn't want you to get hurt. I did want you to

see it, but I learned all the mind games from you. I can assure I did not sleep

with Elspeth only to hurt you, it was a pleasant act." You huff and push his

hand off your leg. "Pleasant act? Pleasant act? This is pointless!' Qui-Gon puts

his hand back on your leg, caressing you. "Why do you think this is pointless?

Are you scared of finding out how you feel?" "I know how I feel, I feel like

leaving," you exclaim, pushing his hand off of you again.

Obi-Wan's arms tighten around you. He is not holding you anymore, he is

restraining you. You get a sinking feeling that you have been set up. Obi-Wan

must be feeling very guilty, you think, luring you to his master like this.

Qui-Gon moves closer to you. He puts one hand on your leg again and lifts your

chin with the other. "Who do you want?" he asks, his large hand caressing you.

He leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. You feel a surge of pleasure

sweep through you at his touch. You try to supress it. His beard scratches your

face as he gently slides his tongue into your mouth. You try to squirm away, but

Qui-Gon is holding your face firmly and Obi-Wan's arms are tightly wrapped

around you. A wave of anger washes over you. They had planned this.

You struggle harder, and Qui-Gon releases your face and backs away, but his hand

stays on your leg, still stroking you. "I'm leaving," you say forcefully,

suddenly wishing you had your lightsaber. Obi-Wan tightens his grip on you, "No,

you are not leaving," he says flatly. "What do you think you are doing?" you ask

Obi-Wan, turning your head to look at him. "Making things right again," he

answers, his eyes challenging you to protest. "This is not going to make things

right!" you yell, trying to get out of his grip. "It's a start," he says,

nipping your neck and moving one of his hands up to grasp a breast. "What are

you going to do?" you ask, trying unsuccessfully to keep the fear out of your

voice. He smiles wickedly at you, "Qui-Gon is going to fuck you. I'm just going

to watch, for now." He was enjoying your fear and discomfort far too much.

You swallow hard and turn your attention back to Qui-Gon, whose hand has slipped

up your dress. "Qui-Gon, I don't want to do this," you say softly. He smiles

gently at you and strokes your face. "I think you do," he says as his hand

slides up between your legs, your wetness giving away your excitement. You were

not going to make this easy for them. It was not fair for them to gang up on

you, set you up. It was the principle of the matter. Why didn't anyone ever

understand that?

You call on the Force and push Qui-Gon back. You dig your fingernails into

Obi-Wan's arms and use the Force to free yourself from his arms. You know that

you are not a match for both of them, but you were not going to let them win

without a fight. You stand up quickly, but before you can even take one step,

Obi-Wan has grabbed you and bent you over his knee, his open palm spanking you.

"You're lucky Qui-Gon said I couldn't hit you anywhere but here," he whispers

harshly, his hand slapping your bottom hard. He spanks you again, then pushes

your dress up to bare your bottom. His hand smacks your bottom again, even

harder. Tears burn in your eyes as you struggle to get away. "Keep fighting,

precious, it will make it all the sweeter when you surrender," Obi-Wan says as

he continues to spank you.

You sense Qui-Gon next to you. "That is enough, padawan," he says calmly.

Obi-Wan loosens his grip on you, but doesn't let go. Qui-Gon sits down next to

you on the sleep sofa. He puts a comforting hand on you, gently caressing you.

You see what they are trying to do, and you don't want to give them the

satisfaction, but you can't resist crying into Qui-Gon's chest. Obi-Wan releases

you and move quickly to Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon takes you into his arms, kissing your tears away. He softly caresses

you. His hand fondles your breast, teasing your nipple through your thin dress.

He nuzzles your neck, then moves his mouth down to your other breast. He sucks

it through the dress, making the nipple hard. You try to fight the lust rising

in you, but let out a whimper as he continues. He slides your dress off, pulling

it over your head. A hand moves between your legs, stroking you gently, sliding

in the slickness.

"Do you still want to leave, little one?" Qui-Gon asks in a low whisper. "No,"

you admit grudgingly. "Are you going to be a good girl now?" he asks. "Yes," you

answer softly. "Yes, what?" he asks sternly. "Yes, Master." "Who do you belong

to?" Qui-Gon asks. You don't answer. You can feel Obi-Wan on the bed next to

you. You can sense his jealousy, his slow burning anger mixed with love and

lust. He moves closer to you. He puts his hand on your breast, caressing it

softly. He licks your earlobe, "Answer the Master's question," he whispers.

This is too dangerous. You've always loved danger, but it was time to end this.

You gently push away from both of them. You stand up. Obi-Wan glares at you and

stands also. You look at Qui-Gon, trying to sense what he is feeling. Lust,

love, jealousy, he wants to make you his again. He meets your eyes and you sink

into his piercing blue eyes. You could never say no to him.

You blink, trying to break the spell. Deep breath, "I do not belong to anyone,"

you say as bravely as possible. Qui-Gon looks amused. He looks at Obi-Wan and

you can sense unspoken communication between them. You take a step back as

Obi-Wan takes of his pants and moves toward you. You try to avoid looking at his

hard cock. You don't sense anger in him as much as determination, layered with

lust. You look over to Qui-Gon, trying to sense what they are going to do.

Qui-Gon stands and walks toward you, as you turn toward him, Obi-Wan reaches out

and grabs your arms from behind. He drags you back to the sofa and sits down,

pulling you with him. He snakes his arms in front of your arms and then behind

your back. He slides his legs under your thighs, with his feet inside your

knees. He scissors his legs open, forcing yours open as well.

You scream, "Let me go!" as you struggle to free your arms. "Not yet, my love,

it is time for you to learn who you belong to," Obi-Wan answers, his voice heavy

with lust. Qui-Gon moves between your legs. His hands forcefully massaging your

breasts. His mouth devours yours; your head falls back to Obi-Wan's shoulder.

Qui-Gon's hands move up and down your body, pressing deep into your flesh. You

are trapped between them. You can feel Obi-Wan's erection pressing into your

back and Qui-Gon's large cock against your thigh.

You can't move and you can't make a sound with Qui-Gon's tongue thrusting into

your mouth. You can feel your passion rising, even as you still struggle to free

yourself. Qui-Gon's hand moves between your legs, rubbing hard, bruising you. "I

am going to fuck you, little one, I am going to fuck you hard," Qui-Gon growls,

releasing your mouth. "You are going love it and you are going to come," he

continues, plunging his fingers inside of you, making you gasp loudly as his

hand pounds into you. "When I am finished with you, Obi-Wan is going to fuck

you. Do you understand, little one?" "Yes, Master," you gasp as he removes his

hand from you.

He pushes his rock hard cock into you without mercy, causing you to scream out.

His thrusts push you hard against Obi-Wan, who moans loudly each time Qui-Gon

grinds into you. You fear you will be nothing but pulp soon, crushed between

their hard, muscular bodies. You have never felt anything like this, you ache

for Qui-Gon to thrust even harder, you want him to tear you apart. Every nerve

in your body is alive with lust. You scream loudly, the pleasure sweeping over

you wildly. Qui-Gon's mouth finds yours, silencing your screams with the sweet

heat of his tongue. You plunge your tongue into his mouth, thrusting it deep,

trying to pull hs tongue out with yours.

Obi-Wan's mouth bites into your back, breaking your skin. You savor the release

the pain brings as you orgasm, your body spasming against Obi-Wan, as his hold

on you loosens. Waves of satisfaction sweep through you. Qui-Gon climaxes with

you, his hips violently grinding into you, crushing you against Obi-Wan. Your

tongue slows its drive into Qui-Gon's mouth, sweetly tasting instead of

devouring.

Obi-Wan releases your arms and legs, but his teeth are still sunk into your

back. Qui-Gon withdraws from you, shuddering slightly. "Are you ready for more,

little one?" he asks as he takes your legs and places one on each side of

Obi-Wan's legs. Before you have a chance to answer, Qui-Gons hands wrap around

your waist, lifting you up. Obi-Wan places his cock at your dripping opening,

Qui-Gon lowers you onto Obi-Wan's hardness. Qui-Gon's hands move up to your

breasts, kneading them. Obi-Wan's moves a hand to your hip and his other to your

clitoris, massaging it as you grind into him.

Qui-Gon kisses you, sucking your lower lip into his mouth. You put your arms

around Qui-Gon's shoulders, savoring his sweat drenched chest. The three of you

move in unison, opening your minds to each other, sharing the passion. You

gradually speed your hips, as Obi-Wan's cock finds your sweet spot, you feel

another hot rush of pleasure sweep through you. You begin to go even faster,

keeping up with Obi-Wan's bucking hips and hand on your clitoris. Qui-Gon's

tongue slides into your mouth, keeping pace with your hips, his hands playing

with your hard nipples.

You break away from Qui-Gon's mouth as you come, screaming loudly. Your muscles

contract around Obi-Wan's cock, sending him over the edge, His hips buck

frantically as he climaxes, his hands crushing your hips, his teeth sinking into

your shoulder. He collapses against the back of the sofa, taking you with him.

Obi-Wan releases your shoulder, and you can feel the warm blood dripping down

your back.

Qui-Gon lifts you away from Obi-Wan, taking you into his arms. He kisses your

bleeding shoulder softly. He holds you as Obi-Wan pulls out the sofa into a bed.

Obi-Wan collapses onto it and Qui-Gon gently places you next to him, then lies

down beside you. You snuggle into Qui-Gon's arms, and pull Obi-Wan's head onto

your chest, he places a leg over yours, sighing. Qui-Gon softly says, "Does it

feel right, little one?" You can't decide if you hate them or love them and

right now you are too exhausted to care. "No talking," you whisper, "I want to

sleep."

TBC