The earlier morning coolness of the gardens had
faded away under the gentle warmth of the afternoon sun, making the
small gathering quite relaxing and pleasant. The people of T'hel had
agreed to conditions of the trading tariff with their neighboring
planet easily, hardly needing their Jedi negotiators and a quiet
afternoon party was all the celebration that they wanted.
Standing silent and alone in one corner of the garden was Qui-Gon
Jinn, watching the tittering group of young women that made up the
queen's court surround his padawan. They were sitting in the shade
of one of the larger trees in the garden, the young women obviously
flirting with their captured guest.
And Obi-Wan was playing the part of 'the mysterious, adventurous
Jedi' to the hilt, telling them outrageous stories, some
exaggerated, some not, of past missions while they gasped and
shrieked, eyes wide as they listened.
Qui-Gon's eyes narrowed as he watched one of the bolder ones rest a
hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, neatly veiling her flirtation in show of
concern over the last anecdote. Obi-Wan graced her with a charming
smile, one that he had no right to bestow and one that drew yet
another round of giggles from his audience. The tiny burn that had
started within Qui-Gon when this had begun was smoldering, but he
did nothing, simply watched and waited.
Sipping the drink that he had forgotten he was holding, Qui-Gon cast
a quick glance around the garden at the other partygoers, all who
seemed to be having a pleasant enough time. The murmur of
conversation mixed in with the low strains of music made for a
lovely atmosphere to relax in after long days of negotiation.
High pitched laughter pierced that thin wall of contentment and
Qui-Gon winced, turning away from the display. He masked his growing
irritation as well as he could, but it apparently wasn't enough for
certainly no one had approached him for conversation. Either that or
everyone was still in such awe of the venerable Jedi Master that
they were too afraid to speak to him and for once Qui-Gon was
grateful for the aloof Jedi image. He hardly wanted to be here, much
less make idle chitchat.
Yet another round of giggles drew his eyes back to the small group
and as he watched Obi-Wan reached up and tucked his padawan braid
back behind his ear, giving Qui-Gon a brief glimpse of the tattoo
that circled the young man's wrist. Just a flash of silver in the
afternoon sunlight and it was gone.
None of the young women seemed to notice, not that it would have
mattered. He doubted that any of them would have recognized it,
although another Jedi would have. And would have been utterly
appalled by Obi-Wan's behavior.
Qui-Gon lightly fingered his own wrist through the concealing fabric
of his sleeve, rubbing his own tattoo, identical to Obi-Wan's.
Small, unobtrusive, their personal mark, one that Obi-Wan had
designed himself. The mark of their bonding.
Slipping a finger beneath his sleeve, Qui-Gon traced the design, not
even needing to see it. One thin line of silver twisted and entwined
with itself into a delicate, unbroken pattern. Standing there at the
side of the gardens Qui-Gon felt a blush of warmth go through him
that had nothing to do with the heat of the late afternoon sun as he
recalled their bonding day.
Master Yoda himself had placed the mark for them. A heady rush of
the Force, a bright flare of pain and then their wrists had been
graced with permanent Force-lines that told of their bond. Removal
would leave a wide band of scar tissue on the wearer's wrist that
not even bacta treatment could diminish and such a scar was a
blatant sign to all Jedi of failure.
Opening eyes that he was barely aware of closing, Qui-Gon again
looked at his Padawan, his bondmate, and found the young man
watching him. Their gazes met, Obi-Wan never looking away even as he
smiled and spoke to yet another of the young women in his impromptu
entourage.
The backdrop of the garden fell away from Qui-Gon as he walked
across the room, drawn by the pale eyes still locked on his own. He
stopped directly in front of Obi-Wan and the court ladies, towering
over them as they were sitting on the ground.
Ignoring the whispers of the startled young women, he focused only
on Obi-Wan, who was looking up at him with the faintest touch of
curiosity.
"Obi-Wan," he said, a hint of sharpness to his voice, which should
have brought his padawan immediately to attention, alert and waiting
his master's orders.
Instead, Obi-Wan leaned backwards onto his hands, gazing up at his
master as he tilted his head slightly to the side. "Yes, Master?" he
replied, languidly, stretching himself out with a slight sigh.
"Attend me." And there was a definite edge to his words now as
Qui-Gon turned and strode away, not bothering to see if Obi-Wan
followed him. He left the gardens, ignoring the surprised stares and
walked back towards the quarters he and Obi-Wan were sharing without
once looking back at the silence that seemed to follow him.
His own boots echoed loudly in the quiet hallways as he strode
quickly through them, pausing only at the door to his room and then
he waited, one hand resting lightly on the door handle.
There. A soft inhalation behind him and Qui-Gon felt weak with
relief, releasing a breath that he hadn't been aware of holding
before finally opening the door.
Obi-Wan followed him and shut the door without a word, moving to
stand before his bondmate.
"Your behavior today has left something to be desired, Padawan,"
Qui- Gon said calmly. He crossed his arms and looked down at the
younger man coolly.
Obi-Wan's eyebrows arched in surprise. "Has it?" he asked softly,
the innocence in his voice at odds with the knowing glint in his
eyes. His eyes never leaving Qui-Gon's, Obi-Wan slowly stripped out
of his clothes, folding each item neatly as he removed it until he
was naked, standing without shame under the suddenly hot gaze of his
bondmate.
Stepping back and away, Qui-Gon sat on the edge of the bed, eyes
tracing the lines of his lover's body. Obi-Wan was perfectly still,
a smirk tilting one corner of his mouth, letting Qui-Gon see that he
was already aroused, his erection curving up his belly.
"Come here, Padawan," Qui-Gon said hoarsely, and Force but Obi-Wan
was beautiful, made all the worse by the fact that Obi-Wan knew it.
The young man obeyed him immediately, wrapping himself in calm as he
walked over to where his master was sitting on the edge of the bed.
He stood over his master only briefly, Qui-Gon gestured curtly to
the floor and Obi-Wan knelt at the older man's feet.
A gentle hand moved to rest on Obi-Wan's head, stroking his short
hair and Obi-Wan leaned into the touch, sighing contentedly.
"And how shall I punish you, Padawan?" Qui-Gon asked, the warmth of
his voice belied the seriousness of his words and Obi-Wan shivered
as Qui- Gon's hand drifted lower to play with the braid tucked
behind Obi-Wan's ear.
"I...I wouldn't presume to choose my own punishment, Master," he
managed to say, peeking up at his master's face from beneath lowered
lashes. "It is your right to choose such things."
"Indeed." The hand slid down to cup Obi-Wan's chin and forced his
face upward. "Perhaps I should let the punishment fit the crime?"
His thumb moved to slide across Obi-Wan's lips and Obi-Wan lightly
touched it with his tongue, tasting salt.
"If that is your will, Master," Obi-Wan replied, breathing heavily
now, his eyes locked on Qui-Gon's face. The Jedi master's face was
calm, serene as always but his eyes betrayed him, deeply, impossibly
blue with desire.
Pulled back slightly, Qui-Gon moved to lean backwards on his hands,
exposing the long line of his still clothed body to Obi-Wan. The
younger man's eyes were drawn immediately to his lap, Qui-Gon's
erection clearly visible through the thin fabric of his pants.
"Very well then, Padawan. Pleasure me." Hoarsely spoken and Obi-Wan
smiled at the sound. Shifting forward, he knelt between Qui-Gon's
legs, unfastening his pants deftly. A soft groan escaped the older
man as Obi-Wan carefully lifted Qui-Gon's cock from the constricting
material of his trousers, stroking the shaft with delicate fingers
as he eased the older man's pants out of the way.
Flicking a glance up at his master, Obi-Wan found him watching
expectantly, lips parted as his breathing quickened. Still watching
Qui-Gon's face, Obi-Wan leaned down to run his tongue down the heavy
erection before him. A sharp breath was Qui-Gon's only response. He
licked his way back up, teasing the sensitive underside and watched
in delight as Qui-Gon's eyes drifted closed.
He moved one hand from Qui-Gon's leg to circle his shaft instead,
gently pushing back his foreskin before taking the exposed head into
his mouth, sucking gently.
Another glance upward found Qui-Gon staring at him again, raptly and
Obi-Wan let their eyes meet as he took Qui-Gon deeper into his
mouth, scraping his teeth along the sides. He was rewarded with a
startled gasp and two large hands catching the sides of his head,
stilling him.
"Gently, Padawan." Almost a growl and Obi-Wan complied, a last
mischievous glance before he gentled his touch, replacing teeth with
gentle suction as he took the hard shaft as deeply as he could,
tamping down his gag reflex to let the head lightly bump the back of
his throat.
Qui-Gon's hands were still resting on his head but they made no
attempt to guide him as Obi-Wan pulled back slowly and then took him
in again, setting up a slow rhythm. He slid his hand lower to cup
the heavy sac underneath, squeezing gently in time to his movements.
A sharp gasp from above and the hands on his head tightened almost
painfully, holding him still as Qui-Gon thrust upwards suddenly,
once, twice and then shuddered as he came. Obi-Wan rode out
Qui-Gon's sudden wildness without protest, drinking down the warm
spurt of bitter fluid that spilled onto his stroking tongue.
The hands gripping his head loosened, and then fell away as Qui-Gon
slid backwards to sprawl across the bed, panting harshly. Obi-Wan
gently stroked the softening cock with his tongue, licking away the
residue of Qui-Gon's pleasure before sitting back on his heels.
"Is my punishment finished, Master?" Obi-Wan asked, trying to keep
smugness from his voice.
One eye opened languidly to look at the young man kneeling at his
feet. "I think having to spend the afternoon with several tittering
young girls simply to make me jealous was punishment enough,"
Qui-Gon replied dryly. "That was my forgiveness."
Obi-Wan laughed, moving to straddle Qui-Gon, rubbing his own
neglected erection against the coarse fabric of Qui-Gon's pants.
"Forgive me more," he begged softly, capturing his master's mouth
with his own.
He could taste himself on Obi-Wan's lips, where he belonged, and
Qui- Gon rolled over with his padawan in his arms, pinning the
younger man beneath him.
"Mine," Qui-Gon whispered, reveling in his padawan's breathless
agreement as he set out to prove again that it was true. And knowing
that while he might possess Obi-Wan's body, it was Obi-Wan who owned
his master's heart.
-finis-
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