.                      Bonds of Choice #7
                  Star Wars: TPM FanFic Series
                         by HiperBunny
                        (message 3 of 3)
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After a long and silent dinner, Obi-Wan went to his quarters to rest.  The
door slid open and he heard a familiar bubbling sound.  He laughed when he
found Dauhge's tank sitting on top of the bedside shelves.  The little
turtle was paddling as always, occasionally obscured by a note affixed to
the glass.

Obi-Wan,

Surprise!  I thought this might be nice to have on your mission.  The
Council made special orders that he be brought to you.  They're still
having a good laugh at Qui-Gon's expense about how you and this turtle
saved a Jedi Master.  I guess he's part of the team now.  I hope he brings
you peace.

Master Crowe

Obi-Wan laughed.  No wonder Corubia had insisted on putting his packs away
for him!  Sitting on the shelf below the tank was the food and smaller
'travel bowl', as well as the other items he would need for the small
reptile. He settled in to watch Dauhge, for meditation and for the quiet it
brought him.  After everything that had happened today, it was a much
needed relaxant before he went to bed.

He had just settled when the doorchime rang.  He called for it to open and
came from his bedchamber to the sitting room.  Qui-Gon was hovering in the
doorway. "How may I serve you, Master?"

Qui-Gon tucked his hands into his sleeves and stood ramrod straight. "Has
Master Torlamin tried to speak to you, Padawan?"

"No, Master."

"If she does when I am not there, you will report all details to me
immediately, is that understood?"

"Yes, Master."

Qui-Gon stood still for a long moment, his gaze unwavering and hard. *This
is something more than concern, * Obi-Wan decided.  After another long
moment, Obi-Wan folded his legs under him and closed his eyes.

"What are you doing, Padawan?"

"Well, I was just beginning my evening meditations when you arrived.  I
thought I'd continue with them while I waited," Obi-Wan explained.

"Waited for what?"

"I don't know.  Whatever it is you want."

Qui-Gon watched him closely for a long moment, then asked the last thing
Obi-Wan would have ever expected to hear from his Master.  "Where did you
learn to suck cock like that?"

Obi-Wan was so surprised he answered honestly. "Whores."

Qui-Gon looked ready to swallow his own tongue.  "You…what?" he finally
managed.

"Yeah, after they gave us the 'don't get diplomat's daughters knocked up'
class and I had my implant…well, I'm really surprised you don't remember,
Master."  Obi-Wan kept his face perfectly still.  "I asked you for the name
of a reputable…house of ill repute."

Qui-Gon took the three steps to the sofa and sat down hard.  "You actually
went?"

"You did okay the speeder for us that night, Master," Obi-Wan reminded him.

"Whores."

"Yes, Master."

"Your first time was with a prostitute."

"Only the best, my Master.  Several of them in fact.  Over a course of a
few hours or so.  Are you sure you don't remember?" Obi-Wan cocked his head
to one side. "I charged it to your account at the Temple.  You said it
would be all right."

"Why?  Why didn't you wait until you had someone you cared about?  Why?"
Qui-Gon seemed at a loss for synonyms.

"Well, I wasn't looking for a lover, Master.  We were just curious.  I
mean, there we were, me, Cor, Jen and Swed, like ducks in a row at the back
of the classroom.  Don't tell me this wasn't planned, we figured that out
right off the bat.  All four of us listening to lessons on how to get laid
the Jedi way.  Even the instructor was looking straight at us, you know?" 
Obi-Wan actually chuckled at the memory.

The four of them had left the classroom in a daze, gone to the infirmary
and gotten their birth control implants then adjourned to a secret balcony
near Corubia's rooms to discuss the situation.  Corubia had been the one to
work it out first.  "Our Masters think we're all going to fuck each other,"
were her exact words.  

And that just hadn't set right with Obi-Wan.  Although they were painfully
curious about sex, they didn't want to be involved in a romantic
relationship.  Love would be as love would be.  At that age, they'd still
believed that.  No need to complicate a perfectly good friendship.  So Swed
had looked out over Coruscant and pointed to the Jenrada district, where
the finest courtesans in the Republic plied their trade.  "There.  We go
there.  Tell us how, Obi-Wan."

A long moment's consideration and Obi-Wan had done just that.  It had been
a wholly satisfying evening to say the least.  Obi-Wan couldn't understand
what Qui-Gon was so upset about.

"And what else did these whores teach you, my Padawan?" Qui-Gon's voice was
strained.

"Well, that sex and love aren't the same thing.  I had to get myself a
little life lesson to drive that one home.  Oh, and that I'm just as human
as the next human, and that Jedi or not, I'm an animal, too.  And animals
like to fuck." Obi-Wan stretched slowly, finally understanding what
information Qui-Gon was looking for.  His master wanted to know, roughly,
how experienced his Padawan was.  Luckily for them both, the answer was
'very'.

He heard the click of boot a moment before strong hands closed around his
shoulders and dragged him to his feet, pushing him backwards. *I always
forget how strong he is.  That's going to leave a mark. * Obi-Wan grunted
as his back came into swift and solid contact with the wall behind him. 

Qui-Gon's lips opened over his, tongue demanding entrance to Obi-Wan's
mouth. The kiss was hard and bruising, crushing Obi-Wan's lips against his
teeth.  He moaned and returned the kiss just as hard, hungry to feel his
partner's strength

There were certain tendencies he had seen in his master, certain… tastes. 
Something heretofore unspoken between them.  "I was beginning to wonder
when you'd admit to liking it like this," he smiled.

Qui-Gon's eyes went round, then narrow.  "Who have you been talking to?"

Obi-Wan laughed.  "I don't need to talk to anyone to notice your desires,
Qui-Gon."

"Say that again."

"You heard it the first time.  Now, I don't know how to tell you this, but
I'm just a little tired tonight, so maybe not anything too complicated
right this second," Obi-Wan let his hips lift away from the wall, slid his
feet apart, raised his arms over his head.  "But, if you think you can keep
the love-marks in places that my clothes cover and tell me what you're
after, I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement."

Qui-Gon's hands worked fast, stripped away Obi-Wan's tunics while his mouth
renewed his assault on lips, cheeks, ears, and throat.  Obi-Wan relaxed
under the attention, enjoying the feel of his master's beard as it
scratched trails over his skin.  Something about Qui-Gon's unbridled
passion held him in awe, like watching a storm rush to catch him.

Qui-Gon was murmuring softly, tone begging and demanding all at once.
"Please, Koatel, I want this, want this.  I swear I'll stop if you ask it. 
I love you, please.  I want it hard and rough and I want…" 

Obi-Wan pushed Qui-Gon away for a moment. "I know you like this, but I
don't want to hurt you much, okay?"

"Okay, okay, no way would I ask that of you.  You are so wonderful,
Koatel."

Limits set, Obi-Wan happily joined in the fray. Their robes and tunics were
soon in a trail from the sitting room to bedchamber.  Obi-Wan had managed
to reverse their positions at some point, slamming Qui-Gon against the
doorframe while kicking his boots off. Qui-Gon had moaned and gone still. 
*Okay, this is working for him… * Obi-Wan caught a small bite of skin over
Qui-Gon's collarbone and held him while removing his own pants.  His cock
was hard, aching and not a little interested in helping Obi-Wan get some of
his own back. "You want this?" Obi-Wan hissed around the flesh between his
teeth.  He thrust himself against Qui-Gon, to emphasize his question.

"YES, yes, please Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon's hands came up, pulling his partner's
head back.  He yelped as Obi-Wan bit hard, ensuring a bruise for later. 

He pushed back, made a little turn towards the bed, bringing Qui-Gon around
and trapping him between himself and the other side of the doorframe.
Qui-Gon struggled, finally slipping free as Obi-Wan became distracted by
the process of removing his trousers.  He made about half a step before a
strong came out and grabbed his ponytail, pulling him back sharply.  "Ow,"
Qui-Gon protested.  "Easy on the hair."

"Sorry," Obi-Wan quickly released the hair and took hold of a free arm. 
Their shoulders hit the wall simultaneously and Qui-Gon stumbled back,
blundering into the bedside table.  Something fell with a crash. "Was that
anything important?"

"You might want to keep an eye out for glass.  I think that was Dauhge's
travel bowl." Obi-Wan replied.  He slipped a leg behind Qui-Gon's and
applied leverage just *so *, tossing him to the floor.  "You in me or me in
you?"

"You in me first," Qui-Gon demanded.

Obi-Wan turned to his bedside table and grabbed his bath kit.  After
fishing about for a moment, he came up with a small vial of rose oil. 
Perfect.  He gave his own erection a thorough coating, let his moans of
pleasure roll out of him as his fingers rubbed the oil in.  He reached for
Qui-Gon, then pulled back, surprised. "You're that sure of yourself?" He
was scandalized that Qui-Gon would come to him already prepared for the
taking.

"Not sure.  Just hopeful," Qui-Gon smiled, then moaned as Obi-Wan tested
his readiness.  "Close your eyes, Koatel," Qui-Gon whispered. "I need more
than this."

"Okay," Obi-Wan agreed, sealing his eyes to the beautiful vision beneath
him and opening his mind to the Force-signature it created.  He pressed his
cock to Qui-Gon's body, slipping the head inside, then paused, waiting for
his partner's body to adjust.  He felt a shift in the Force as Qui-Gon did
something, then heard another deep moan of pleasure and something darker. 
A clatter of glass, tiny pain-spike and Obi-Wan's eyes flew open.  

There were twin lines of red running down Qui-Gon's left upper arm.  Faint,
barely perceptible, but Qui-Gon had indeed cut himself and liked it. 
Obi-Wan was stunned, reflexively focusing on the injury with Force-enhanced
sight. *More than this.*  The blood beaded in tiny spots, glistening. 
Obi-Wan leaned forward,  driving himself deep as he tried to get a closer
look.  The bright crimson against pale skin combined with the sounds
Qui-Gon made were a sensual assault.  Then Qui-Gon began to move under him.
* I can do better than that, Pantreti.* His mouth locked in over the cuts,
biting, tasting the metallic fluid as he drove hard. 

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou oh skies above," Qui-Gon left Standard, switching
into languages diverse and lewd.  Obi-Wan was no longer capable of
understanding, only need.  

He drove deep and fast, utilizing every scrap of strength he had gained
over the recent weeks of training, focusing down on the taste of flesh and
blood, sweat and musk and the feel of Qui-Gon's tight, slick body
convulsing in pleasure.  Long, strong legs wrapped around him, pulling him
in tighter, deeper, allowing for no escape.  Obi-Wan's hips snapped
forward, the force of his thrusting moved them both across the floor in
increments.  His mouth traveled, seeking lips, beard, nuzzling into hair,
teasing and nibbling on ear before he dipped down to seize a nipple.  He
sucked and chewed red welts across Qui-Gon's chest as he sought the other.
His fingernails dragged long, red paths down Qui-Gon's ribcage, causing him
to arch and moan helplessly.  Then Qui-Gon shifted his weight under him,
twisted just so and he could take no more.  Obi-Wan screamed as orgasm
ripped through him, half-angry that it had ended, half-joyous that he might
regain some of his sanity.  He clung to his master, sobs of ecstasy and
confusion wracking his body. **Oh skies above…my brains are melting.**

Qui-Gon pulled him closer, let him slip free as soft, gentle lips smoothed
over his eyelids. //Shh, no more. No more of that. You've had enough and so
have I.  Something more sweet for you, Koatel.  Shhh.//  Obi-Wan curled up
against Qui-Gon's chest, the gentle sounds soothing the shock and violence
from him.  Eddies of pleasure continued to wash through him as the
aftershocks of orgasm settled down.  "Come on, be careful. We need to get
up, come on." Qui-Gon helped Obi-Wan to his feet.  "More?"

"Gentle?" Obi-Wan suggested.

"Anything you want, Koateleu." 

"Bed."

"Are you sure?  I mean, I don't want to intrude on your space."

"You deserved better than that," Obi-Wan whispered.

"That was exactly what I was asking you for, Obi-Wan."

"Please, my Pantreti, come into my bed," Obi-Wan slid his arms around
Qui-Gon's hips, tugged gently and nearly fell as his pleasure-weakened body
failed him.

Qui-Gon was there to stand him strong.  "Thank you.  Bless you.  Now I want
to give you what you're asking me for."

"Tired," Obi-Wan whispered. 

"Okay, Koatel. Okay." Qui-Gon guided his partner around the broken turtle
bowl and onto the bed.  "Tell me what you want to do."

"Taste you," Obi-Wan curled down over Qui-Gon's stomach, took a deep breath
and drew Qui-Gon's cock into his mouth.

"Wait, wait, You've done enough work for one night," Qui-Gon whispered,
pulling at Obi-Wan's shoulders.

The younger man shoved his hands away. **Give me what I want.  I know you
like this.  I want your pleasure.  Give me what I want, ** he demanded.  

Qui-Gon lay back, relaxing onto the pillows. "Take what you will of me,
Koateleu."

Obi-Wan swallowed the beautiful erection, lifting and tilting his head to
just the angle he desired. **Move for me, Qui-Gon. **

Qui-Gon obliged, gripping the sheets in fistfuls, lifting his hips in long
slow undulations, pleasuring himself within his partner's oral embrace. 
Little moans and whimpers sent vibration from Obi-Wan's throat into
Qui-Gon's cock and balls. 

**Harder. More, now,** Obi-Wan insisted, gripping Qui-Gon's hips in his
hands, pulling at him. ** MORE!**

//I'm really close here, Obi-Wan.//

**And? **

So Qui-Gon steadied Obi-Wan's head and pumped in earnest, feeling his
orgasm like a mad animal clawing at the base of his spine.  He focused on
that energy, channeled it into himself, the connection he shared and let it
go.  Pleasure like firesparks exploded behind his eyes.  He howled his
victory for the universe to hear, plunging deep into Obi-Wan's kiss. 

Obi-Wan spent long moments licking the last drops of fluid from Qui-Gon's
belly and penis before stretching up onto Qui-Gon's chest and along his
body. "Bed's small.  Not really enough room for two," he murmured by way of
apology.  "Will you stay here?  I could go out to the sofa…"

"You're fine where you are, Koatel." Qui-Gon touched Obi-Wan's cheek, then
touched the charm around his neck. "What's this?" he asked.

Obi-Wan closed a protective hand around the stone and crystal amulet. "Hope
for the future.  Mine." He let go the necklace and slipped his arm around
Qui-Gon.

 "Are you really going to let me sleep next to you?" Qui-Gon murmured.

"Anything you want, Qui-Gon.  Clearly, I'll give you anything you want."
Obi-Wan was more asleep than awake at this point.

"I have it, Koateleu.  It's all right here."