. Bonds of Choice #5 Star Wars: TPM FanFic Series by HiperBunny (message 6 of 7) +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ While they were getting dressed to head back to camp, Obi-Wan noticed the others had some sort of black marks on the inner sides of their upper arms. Obi-Wan pointed to Jenka's and raised an inquiring eyebrow. "Oh," she said. "Well, this one is for my tribe line. It tells where I came from, who I was born to, see?" She held up her right arm and traced the pattern. "My mother and father." He pointed to the left side. "It's the name of my Enemy, my greatest weakness. You'll find out about that soon enough." She pulled her shirt on, covering both tattoos from sight. *********** Upon returning Obi-Wan was surprised to find Qui-Gon not in their tent. Obi-Wan gathered up a pillow, comb, towel, basin and the shampoo he would need for his master and set them outside. These preparations made, he settled down into second upward Lion pose, to wait. He balanced, butt on heels, toes gripping the ground, hands on knees and just let the moment hold him. As his mind stilled, he perceived a shadow. Something ... not quite real. He reached for it, then pulled back just as quickly. It flitted closer. He let himself be filled with the Force, becoming a part of the current, but controlling it. The shadow wafted closer, a premonition of the patterns being woven. Obi-Wan relaxed his being and touched it. It ached with foreboding, a warning not to avoid pain in his near future, but to embrace it. A clear and gentle vision of the future. Obi-Wan sighed. He would have to tell Qui-Gon. The Force had spoken its will directly to his mind. "Ah, you're back. Did you have a nice time with the Nes'Nurians?" Qui-Gon approached from beyond the Nurian's tents. He had unbraided his hair during Obi-Wan's absence. **Yes, Master.** "Good. What's all this?" Qui-Gon pointed to Obi-Wan's supplies. **Your hair, Master,** Obi-Wan reminded him. Obi-Wan arranged Qui-Gon on the ground, neck supported by the cylindrical pillow, head hanging over the basin. "This really isn't necessary, Padawan." **Yes, Master,** Obi-Wan replied, pouring sun-warmed water over his master's loose hair. He added some shampoo and began working his fingers across Qui-Gon's scalp, gently caressing and massaging, building the lather up to a white froth. **You might want to keep your eyes closed. Hmm. We're gathering an audience, here.** Obi-Wan was aware of how this little scene looked. He was kneeling behind his master, fingers caressing little circles all over Qui-Gon's scalp, combing slowly through hair, working the tension and stress and any other spiritual nasties out of his master, via the scalp route. There was absolutely no way he could look more subservient and humble without being used as a footrest. And the look of utter pleasure and relaxation that was creeping across Qui-Gon's face made the exercise doubly worthwhile. **Good?** "MMM." Obi-Wan rinsed the shampoo out, dumped the basin and rinsed again. He bundled the wet locks up into a towel, set the basin to one side and took up the comb. Long moments were spent removing each and every tangle from Qui-Gon's thick hair. Obi-Wan was pleased that he hadn't tugged too hard even once. Obi-Wan looked up from binding the toplock back and chuckled. Many Kurasians had simply settled in to watch. Now for the evil part of his plan **I hope you'll forgive me for this liberty, Master.** He leaned over and placed a hard, hot kiss on Qui-Gon's mouth. To his surprise, Qui-Gon reached up, grabbed his neck and opened his mouth for a deeper embrace. //Forgiven, Koateleu. However, you'd better get your butt into the tent, or I won't be held responsible for the results.// Obi-Wan chuckled low in his throat and obeyed. Qui-Gon pushed Obi-Wan down onto the larger pile of cushions meant to serve as Qui-Gon's bed and dropped down on top of him, straddling his hips. "Skies above, but you're good at that." **What, kissing? I thought you knew that.** "You know what I meant," Qui-Gon leaned over and took possession of Obi-Wan's lips once more. //The hair thing.// **I've been wanting to do it for so long, I thought I might as well learn to do it right,** was the flip remark Obi-Wan returned. //You definitely got it right, Koateleu.// Obi-Wan just couldn't take that nickname any more. **I believe the word you're looking for is 'piuenda'.** Qui-Gon leaned back. "I am using the word I want to use, Obi-Wan. If you had a problem with it, you should have said so before now." **There's no problem, Master. I just think you're possibly not aware of the full meaning of 'Koateleu'. I was thinking 'piuenda' might better suit the idea you were trying to convey.** //Obi-Wan, cast your mind back and tell me who taught you the language of your home planet.// **You did, Master, but ...** //Then isn't it possible that I might know exactly what Koateleu means?// **Of course, Master, but ...** //Then what is the problem here?// **I suppose, when put on those terms, the problem is that you're saying it about me.** //Translate 'Koateleu', Padawan.// Qui-Gon began the long process of undressing them both. Obi-Wan sighed, closed his eyes and began composing a proper translation for the word. Qui-Gon's exploration of their bodies wasn't making it easier, but it certainly provided ample inspiration **Thou art that soul with which my soul is indelibly enmeshed for all eternity. Within my heart there burns a flame of desire and passion for thee. Through all the days I shall love thee and all the nights also shall I crave thy presence with me. Without remorse I offer thee all the love that can be made within my soul. The knowledge of thy existence makes my world a better place. I find a joy in thy company that can be found with no other. When first I embraced thee, I also embraced life worth living And when I knew my feelings for thee, I also knew peace. I offer thee a place by my side for as long as that place has reality No other could fill it so well as thou dost. Long will I cherish thee, regardless of thy feelings for my poor self Hope and love exists for me, only where thou art also.** //Very good, Padawan. Now, translate 'piuenda'.// **One with whom I share a pleasure bed.** //And you really think the second is better than the first?// **In reference to myself, when spoken by you? Yes.** //Enough. No more linguistics.// **You started it, Master.** //Hush.// Qui-Gon pressed something to Obi-Wan's lips. He opened his mouth instinctively and was shocked to find a knot of cloth slipped into his mouth. Qui-Gon smiled and knotted the sash behind Obi-Wan's head. "You're such a screamer, Obi-Wan. These tents weren't meant to disguise passion such as yours," Qui-Gon explained. Obi-Wan relaxed and nodded. Qui-Gon seized one of Obi-Wan's nipples in his teeth and sucked hard. Obi-Wan gasped, arching up off the cushions. He twisted his fingers in to Qui-Gon's damp hair as his mouth worked its way over Obi-Wan's body. Strong hands traced filigree patterns along Obi-Wan's ribs as Qui-Gon laid a long string of kisses down Obi-Wan' belly. He paused to dip his tongue into navel, suck at hipbone, bite deep into the inside of thigh before one lick to the tip of cock brought a low growl to Obi-Wan's throat. Qui-Gon slipped between the muscular legs and lifted Obi-Wan's knees towards his shoulders. He breathed warmth onto the exposed flesh, sensitizing it ever so slightly before dipping down to take one testicle, then the other into his mouth. He slowly, gently worked his tongue over the salty flesh before releasing them to nibble on the delectable skin. He dipped lower, lying flat on his stomach and lifting Obi-Wan's hips higher to kiss and lave the tight opening he craved. The sour, hot flavor burst forth onto his senses, spurring him to deeper, more demanding exploration. Obi-Wan threw his head back, neck curved, muscles flexed with the strain of holding still. Qui-Gon's tongue worked deeper, teasing pleasure and desire from Obi-Wan's innermost core. Obi-Wan let go his grip on Qui-Gon's hair and twisted his fingers into the pillows, tossing back and forth as the hot, sucking mouth tormented him with most wanton sensual input. **Please, Qui-Gon, want you there. I want you there inside me.** "And I want to be there. Oil?" Obi-Wan reached out, found a bowl of oil waiting nearby and handed it to Qui-Gon. The elder Jedi slicked a goodly amount onto his erect cock and slid two fingers inside Obi-Wan to prepare him. As was expected, the younger man was ready and more than open, little whimpers escaping from him as he struggled to be silent without losing his grip on reality. "I do expect you to return the favor, though." **Anything, anything you want, Master. Please, I want you in me oh skies above, that feels exquisite.** Obi-Wan reached up and pulled his lover down closer to him, driving his cock deep, to the base. He wrapped his legs tight around Qui-Gon's waist, urging his master to drive deep, hard. Qui-Gon was all too happy to comply, setting a taxing rhythm to their efforts. Obi-Wan thrust his hips upward seeking friction against the sweating body above him. **Need you want you please, deep, fuck yes!** he pumped, thoughts running incoherently across the mental link to his master. Qui-Gon was fired by the abandon with which his partner shared his pleading desire. "Oh yes, Koateleu. Anything you want." **Come in me please oh Master, want you to come just like this.** Obi-Wan pulled his master closer, slowing their mutual rhythm. Qui-Gon changed his hold, slipping his arms under Obi-Wan's shoulders and digging his chin into the crook of Obi-Wan's neck. Obi-Wan groaned and surrendered utterly as Qui-Gon pounded into him, pushing the sensation into the realms of ludicrous. He was twisting and lifting, struggling to meet the taxing pace. Unfortunately he was at a physical disadvantage. His muscled tightened, relaxed, then tightened again, painfully under the assault. He managed to relax himself once more before finally putting his hands under Qui-Gon's hips, stopping him. **Wait, wait, I can't take much more of that.** "Shh, it's okay. I know. My turn." **No, no. Don't want to lose this.** "Okay, I can handle that." Obi-Wan's eyes widened as Qui-Gon slipped from him. Although he was emptied of his lover's flesh, the sensation of being filled lessened only slightly. **Now THERE's a use of the Force we've never discussed.** "Nor are we going to at this particular moment, Padawan." Qui-Gon lowered his lover's legs, ran his hands along them to make sure there were no muscle cramps or sore spots before moving to straddle them. **What ...?** "Does it surprise you so much that I want what you want?" Qui-Gon smiled, spreading Obi-Wan's cock with oil. Obi-Wan watched, fascinated as oily fingers disappeared behind Qui-Gon's back. Qui-Gon's eyes silted with pleasure as he began to prepare himself. Obi-Wan reached up to touch Qui-Gon's cock and balls, running sharp fingernails over shaft, through the pubic hair and down inner thighs. **Well, when you put it that way…** Obi-Wan undulated his hips under his master. The feeling of being filled sent little shivers through him as he moved. Qui-Gon moved up Obi-Wan's body, positioning himself over the waiting erection. He took great care to select just the right angle before lowering himself slowly to the tip. Obi-Wan held his breath, struggled to be still and let Qui-Gon be in control of their joining. He breathed slowly, feeling the incredible rush of Qui-Gon's body yielding to the intrusion. There was a long, exhilarating moment as Qui-Gon slowly slipped down over Obi-Wan's aching steel, then his ass fitted perfectly into the curve of Obi-Wan's pelvis. Qui-Gon began rocking gently, slowly, but soon was driving himself over Obi-Wan's cock just as relentlessly as he had taken the younger man. Obi-Wan bent his knees, planted his feet, lifted his hips and offered his body for Qui-Gon's pleasure, just as he had offered him the use of his body moments before. The tight, slick channel teased and tormented him, dragging him closer and closer to the brink. He reached up, nails dragging long red welts down Qui-Gon's ribcage before they dug in deep at the hips. Obi-Wan gasped, took in a breath and held it until the light began to dim behind his eyes. **Please, Master, I can't ... I can't ...** "You don't have to. Let go ..." Qui-Gon panted. Obi-Wan did just that, feeling his energy center in his cock and explode, shards of pleasure burying deep into his brain, waves of orgasmic energy blasting through every fiber of his being, leaving him in an afterburn wash of lassitude. He moaned, tongue working at the cloth between his jaws, struggled to drag enough air in through his nose. A sob caught in his throat as he felt Qui-Gon rise up off of him. Obi-Wan opened his eyes, surprised to see his master pick up the damp towel they had used to dry his hair. He carefully cleaned his still-erect cock, then turned back to Obi-Wan. "Come here, Koateleu." Obi-Wan turned over and managed to get to his knees. He crawled the few paces to Qui-Gon's feet and looked up wearily. Qui-Gon reached down and untied the sash, waited until Obi-Wan had worked his jaw a bit, then leaned down and kissed the sensual lips. "Suck me?" **Oh yes,** and Obi-Wan took his master's shaft deep into his mouth. He drew his lips along the length before plunging down, burying his nose in the soft, musky curls. "Oooohhhhh," Qui-Gon moaned. **Now who's the screamer?** Obi-Wan teased. "What do I have to do to shut you up?" Qui-Gon complained. He put one hand to the back of Obi-Wan's head and began thrusting deep into the willing throat. Obi-Wan managed to take in a lungful of air somehow and held it. The pounding of his mouth shook him to the core as he added to the sensation by flexing muscles in his ass where Qui-Gon still held him open. When that sense of being filled began to falter, Obi-Wan knew Qui-Gon was close. He slipped his hand under the curve of Qui-Gon's ass, sought the opening and plunged one digit in. Qui-Gon threw his head back, mouth open in a silent scream as Obi-Wan swallowed and swallowed the seed he released. Qui-Gon waited to catch his breath before leaning down to plant another kiss on Obi-Wan's mouth. "We need to rest before dinner. They're going to do the Semsha for you tonight, so I don't know what time we'll get to bed." **Yes, Master.** Obi-Wan turned away and crawled to his own palette, pulled the covers up over him and relished the tingle of sexual release in his body. "Master?" "Yes, Koateleu?" Obi-Wan snorted at the name, but decided to just accept it for now. "I was meditating just before you came up. I…the Will of the Force was spoken to me." "And what did it say, Padawan?" "I should embrace pain, some great deal of pain in the near future," Obi-Wan admitted. "I am sorry that this is your first experience with this sort of thing, but I'm afraid I can confirm your belief. I, too, heard this in the Force during my meditations today. My strength is yours, Obi-Wan. I will stand to support and protect you in all things," Qui-Gon spoke these words like an oath. "Thank you, Master. And I you." Obi-Wan yawned hugely, then made himself more comfortable to sleep. ************** Dinner was a strange affair from Obi-Wan's point of view. Although he would have been allowed to speak, as far as his punishment was concerned, he found no opportunity or reason to do so. The gathering was in one of the Nurian's tents, with the nine surviving Nurians and their apprentices in attendance. Dishes were passed from apprentice to apprentice, each expected to see that they and their master were served. Except for whispered "Yes, Master's," Obi-Wan found no occasion to speak. There was plenty to listen to, however. The Nurians discussed the day's doings, including their Nes'Nurian's lessons for the day. To hear them speak it, the Kurasians might despair of ever having another competent Nurian to watch over them. As he watched the demeanor of the Nes'Nurians, though, he discovered that there were hidden compliments and honest instruction in the words spoken. Privately he was glad the Jedi Council had never thought to instate dinners like this. He wasn't sure he could long stand such open and brutal assessment on a nightly basis. Obi-Wan doubted the Kurasians had the luxury of the Jedi's more gentle methods. Then a twinge from his upper back reminded him of the realities of the Jedi's 'gentle' methods. Just one more bit of evidence that there was no 'one true way.' When dinner was over he and Qui-Gon went back to their tent to change clothes for the Semsha Rite. The others headed for the larger ceremonial tent where the rite would take place.