"Are you serious?" Qui-Gon looked at his
captors in disbelief. The two creatures of a species he didn't
recognize, both wearing heavy respirator masks, seemed to stare
back.
"Of course we are! Now, you will show us your mating techniques so
that we may observe them." The flat, computerized voice held no
emotion and the two creatures sat back and waited.
Qui-Gon exchanged an incredulous glance with his Padawan, who was
standing next to him looking utterly lost and extremely embarrassed.
"I...I'm sure that your files on the breeding habits of different
creatures are very important but, you see..." Qui-Gon gestured
helplessly, "We're both male."
"Do not toy with us, human!" The alien leaned forward on two of its
appendages. "We know that the little one is a female!"
A muffled, indignant sound came from Qui-Gon's left and he had to
stifle his own disbelieving amusement. He coughed instead,
pretending to clear his throat. "I assure you, he is most definitely
a -he-."
The two creatures conversed briefly in high-pitched chitters before
turning back to Qui-Gon. "If you cannot mate then you are useless to
us. We shall get rid of the smaller one and find a suitable mate for
you."
"Wait!" Obi-Wan cried out abruptly, giving his master a panicked
look. "Uh, I...uh..." He gave Qui-Gon a hard stare. "Master," he
hissed between his teeth. "A little help would be nice here."
Qui-Gon jumped a bit, starting. "Of...of course." He turned and
bowed to the aliens. "You are right, I shall not lie to you. We
will...mate for you, if it is necessary."
Another stare from Obi-Wan. "That wasn't quite the help I had in
mind."
"Have you got a better idea?" Qui-Gon hissed, "We're in a Force-
shielded area with no weapons. Would you like to reason with them?"
he asked pointedly.
Obi-Wan glanced at their hosts, both creatures standing nearly half
again his own height with several long, insectoid limbs each ending
in a larger pincer. He sighed. "No."
"Enough talking! Begin!"
They both jumped, cast wary glances at their very interested
audience before visibly steeling themselves. A few awkward starts,
each flinching back briefly before Qui-Gon finally leaned down and
pressed a reluctant kiss on Obi-Wan's closed lips.
It was terrible, Obi-Wan stood stiffly away from him, lips tightly
together and Qui-Gon briefly wondered how they were going to go
through with this. Even as he thought it, Obi-Wan softened a bit,
his lips parting and Qui-Gon deepened the kiss tentatively.
Soft heat, the shy flick of Obi-Wan's tongue against his and he
unconsciously tightened his embrace, kissing the younger man almost
eagerly now. When had his apprentice become so attractive? It seemed
that it must have happened overnight, the child he knew being
replaced by the warm, lithe figure that was now in his arms, pulling
back and sucking gently on Qui-Gon's lower lip.
"Could you turn some to your left? We can't see you from this
angle."
Qui-Gon froze, pulling slowly away from Obi-Wan, who had turned
twenty shades of crimson and had abruptly seemed to decided that the
floor had the most interesting design that he had ever seen.
A deep sigh and Qui-Gon rubbed his temples before casting another
glare at their captors. How did they manage to get into these
situations, he wondered briefly.
"We are not going to be able to do this if you continually interrupt
us," he said sharply. "It is very distracting!"
A few low, monotone murmurs before the spokescreature finally said.
"Agreed. Proceed."
Sliding a hand under Obi-Wan's chin, Qui-Gon tilted his head back
up. Obi-Wan gave him a pained look and closed his eyes, waiting and
then blinked when instead Qui-Gon pressed feather-light kisses over
his face, trailing over to Obi-Wan's ear to whisper. "It's all
right, Padawan. Just relax."
He gently traced the curve of Obi-Wan's ear with the tip of his
tongue, before dipping inside. "I won't hurt you," he breathed
against the dampened skin and Obi-Wan shivered helplessly.
"I...I never thought that you would," Obi-Wan stammered, his hands
fluttering nervously up to catch at Qui-Gon's shoulder as he nibbled
his way down the line of Obi-Wan's throat. "I just...I never..."
"Shhh," Qui-Gon murmured, silencing him with his lips, harder this
time, insisting and Obi-Wan opened to him, allowed the heated press
of Qui-Gon's tongue to stroke his own.
Obi-Wan was barely aware of being lowered to the plush cushions that
covered the floor of their prison, only noticing when he felt their
softness against his back. Qui-Gon covered Obi-Wan's body with his
own, a living blanket of warm flesh and Obi-Wan moaned helplessly
against his lips.
This...this was not right, this was his -master- but it was so
difficult to think with those soft lips pressed against his own.
Obi-Wan felt a hand slide between them, separating them slightly but
his protests died away unspoken when he felt nimble fingers
loosening his tunics. The folds of cloth parted quickly under them
and a warm hand glided in, stroking against the bare skin of his
chest.
The expanse of smooth skin beneath his palm was far too enticing and
Qui-Gon abandoned Obi-Wan's lips to press his face against it,
inhaling the scent of warm flesh. Obi-Wan gasped, his hands
squeezing Qui-Gon's shoulders as he slid further down, nuzzling the
fine, soft curls at Obi-Wan's belly.
He lifted a hand to cup Obi-Wan's erection through the thin fabric
of his trousers and was rewarded with a startled cry. A brief
struggle and Qui-Gon managed to unfasten them, carefully lifting out
the swollen length of Obi-Wan's cock.
Closing his hand over it, he squeezed gently. The hands on his
shoulders slid down to clench into the cushions beneath as Qui-Gon
slid lower still, gazing at what his hands had revealed. Crimson,
silky smooth skin over the hardened shaft, a bead of clear fluid
leaking from the tip and Qui-Gon was overwhelmed by the urge to lick
that soft fluid away.
He lowered his head, intent on doing just that when from behind them
came, "Um, excuse me? Is that a normal reaction? It isn't in our
notes..."
Qui-Gon counted to ten in three languages before he gritted out.
"Yes! It is very normal. Now, if you don't mind?"
"Of course, of course. Proceed."
Obi-Wan's erection had wilted considerably during the brief
conversation and Qui-Gon lowered his head as he had previously
planned, running his tongue along the underside of the softening
shaft. It stiffened quickly at the touch, again rising up to bump
Qui-Gon's chin and the Jedi master suppressed a smirk before closing
his mouth over the tip.
Obi-Wan moaned loudly, his hips arching upward and Qui-Gon captured
them, pressed them back down against the cushions. He slid down
further, taking Obi-Wan's cock deeply into his mouth. Moans turned
to a near shout as Qui-Gon sucked hard, running his tongue along the
sensitive underside.
Reaching down, Qui-Gon cupped the soft heaviness between Obi-Wan's
legs, stroking his thumb over the velvety skin as he pulled back,
sucking hard as he slowly released Obi-Wan's cock from his mouth. He
surged back down quickly, dragging a strangled cry from the younger
man.
Setting up a careful rhythm of hard pressure and gentle licks,
Qui-Gon teased his Padawan until Obi-Wan was squirming beneath him
and pleading in soft, broken whispers for more, for anything.
Finally, Qui-Gon took the hardened shaft deeply into his mouth,
sucking hard as he gently rolled the soft sac in his palm and
Obi-Wan nearly screamed, arching up helpless as he came. Hard
tremors racked his body and Qui-Gon held his hips still, felt
irregular pulses go through Obi- Wan's cock as he spilled his seed
over the stroking pad of Qui-Gon's tongue.
Qui-Gon gently released the softening shaft from his lips, one hand
slipping upwards to stroke Obi-Wan's belly soothingly, calming the
younger man's wild tremblings. Pressing a last, gentle kiss to the
soft head, he carefully tucked the softened cock back into Obi-Wan's
trousers and fastened them.
Leaning up on his elbows, Obi-Wan looked down at his master
silently. Neither spoke, only the soft touch of deep blue eyes on
gray, the blue reflecting gentle concern. Then Obi-Wan leaned
forward and captured Qui-Gon's face in his hands, kissing him
tenderly, lightly running the tip of his tongue over Qui-Gon's lips
and tasting the faint bitterness of his own pleasure.
They both jumped when a voice boomed from behind them. "Thank you.
That was most informative. Was that typical of mating for your
species?"
Qui-Gon blinked, hesitating and grunted when he received a sharp
elbow to the ribs from Obi-Wan. "Uh, yes. Yes, that was very
typical. That is how our species mates."
Years of Jedi training held back the laughter that was trying to
fight its way out and he nearly lost control anyway when he glanced
at Obi- Wan and saw the owlish look of wide-eyed innocence on his
face. Not so innocent any longer, he thought with a private smirk.
"Yes, most informative." One long...claw was punching buttons on
some kind of datapad and the Jedi watched warily as their captors
recorded whatever information it was that they wanted. The
spokescreature finished with something resembling a satisfied sigh.
"Now then, we shall be releasing you back into your general
populace, after we tag you. We like to keep track of our specimens
for one standard year after the tests."
Biting his tongue, Qui-Gon held back sharp words that would have
said exactly how he felt about being tagged as a test subject, felt
Obi- Wan's indignation as his Padawan apparently held back similar
words.
Almost over, he told himself. Just a little longer and this whole
mess would be over and then they could forget about it. He cast
another sidelong look at his Padawan; the younger man's skin still
faintly flushed and damp with perspiration. Well, perhaps he
wouldn't forget everything...
The second creature approached the first and another session of high
pitched chattering sounds ensued before the first one turned back to
the Jedi. "There is, apparently, one last thing before we release
you."
Both humans sighed. "Yes, what is it?" Qui-Gon asked wearily at the
same moment his padawan muttered, "I have a bad feeling about
this..."
"Our research has shown us that there is another form of mating.
Penetration?" Apparently, the breather mask he wore did not allow
the creature to see the dawning horror on the Jedi's faces. "You
will demonstrate this before you depart. Proceed."
-finis-
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