Archive: SWAL and Master/Apprentice, everyone else please ask first.
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Notes: Hi gang! Had to get this out of my head, I finally saw the movie and...well...these guys are just *too* yummy. Still working on my Han/Luke story...honest Mona! No beta reader. I had one, but...I'm a wolf and he showed up in a red cloak, so I ate him. Teasing plug: there could be a sequel if you guys think it's worth it!
Pairing: Q/O
Posted: Tuesday, June 01, 1999
Rating: NC-17
Series: Prior to TPM
Summary: Qui-Gon feels another lesson in self control is in order, and tests Obi-Won's limits. Sweet, blissful torture ensues.
Warnings: Uhm....Obi-Won does a little shopping. Does that count?

Qui-Gon finished the last of the broth in his dish and sat back to watch his young charge. "Charge" was certainly an apt term for the young apprentice, he was fairly galloping around the room putting away the remains of their meal. To anyone else's eyes, the young man would not have appeared to be especially excited, but to anyone in tune with the Force, he was nearly vibrating.

Qui-Gon could almost excuse the young man's enthusiasm. After months of confusion and longing, the two had found they desired each other's touch as lovers. Qui-Gon smiled, remembering his apprentice's shy and tentative approach of the subject, the young man's soul-deep relief that his Master was not disappointed in him, and his wonderment that Qui-Gon returned his feelings in full. Since then, Obi-Wan expressed his joy in various ways, from small acts of tender kindness to his Master, to absolute exsplosive action in the bed they shared. Sometimes, it seemed Qui-Gon was the only thing that was holding the young man together as his body shook in pleasure. While this delighted the older man in some ways, he wondered if perhaps the young one wouldn't be ready for another lesson in self control.

Qui-Gon mentally reviewed an idea as his Padawan glided to his side and prepared to spirit away his bowl as soon as he was certain the older man was finished. Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan's hand gently and brought him near him. Obi-Wan smiled devilishly and dashed a quick kiss to his Master's cheek. Qui-Gon sighed, So impulsive still...it's as if by loving him I've opened a box of leaping treadle bugs...now is definitely the time for this lesson. Qui-Gon's hand held Obi-Wan's as he rose.

"Padawan, I will clear the table. I need you to perform a more important task for me tonight." Qui-Gon's voice resonated through the young man. Obi-Wan moved imperceptably, standing slightly straighter, eager to please.

"Anything, Master."

The older man reached into a pouch at his waist and brought out several polished stone slivers, what passed for currency on the planet they were visiting. He pressed them into Obi-Wan's warm palm and looked gravely at the young man.

"Padawan, I need you to bring me an object from the marketplace," Obi-Wan blinked, trying not ask a million questions, and glanced towards the open window of their small room. They had passed the market on their way to their sleeping quarters. It was a crowded, noisy affair that showed no signs of stopping once the sun had set. But why would his Master need....

"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon re-established Obi-Wan's attention. "I want you to bring back an object which embodies the ideal of balance, purity and delicacy." The young man nodded sagely. Perhaps it would give his Master insight into the heart of the people who inhabited this planet, for why else would his Master have need of such a thing? A people's craftsmanship often spoke volumes where words were not expressed. Obi-Wan drew breath to ask, but Qui-Gon released the hand he held and pressed his fingers gently against Obi-Wan's lips. The look in the older man's eyes kept Obi-Wan from snaking a tongue out and licking those beloved calloused fingers.

"Above all else Padawan, it should be quite delicate. That is important most of all." Obi-Wan nodded, his curiosity blazing, but he dutifully turned and left his Master, who wore a secret grin.

Obi-Wan scoured the dark, bustling market place, searching for something that would meet the criteria of his Master's wish. His ears and nose were assaulted with all manner of chatter and foodstuffs, but in the darkened booth of an elderly trader was an object which caught his eye. He haggled briefly, then wrapped the object carefully in soft cloth and cradled it against his middle. Several times he had to react quickly to avoid colliding with another shopper, but he finally returned to the small room he was sharing with Qui-Gon.

"Ah, Obi-Wan. Back so soon? Let's see what you have brought."

Obi-Wan grinned like a fox, quite pleased with himself. "The best the market had to offer, and the most delicate of things."

The young man removed his cloak and gently unwrapped the object. It was a sculpture carved from a single Nidara shell, about eight inches in height, a powdery white with pink hightlights at the tips. The tiny carved figures of the sculpture were woven together in a chain of hair thin shell, each creature more fantastic than the next. The whole piece swooped into a fanning formation from the base, almost like a flock of birds taking flight from a single point. Qui-Gon picked it up and tested it's weight; the balance was perfect.

Obi-Wan felt the need of praise from his teacher for accomplishing his task. "Is it what you were hoping for?"

"Indeed, yes. This is very fine craftsmanship. You have chosen well Padawan. It is exactly what we will require for your lesson this evening."

"My lesson?" Obi-Wan looked at the object, wondering what secrets his Master would reveal to him through its form. Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan's shoulders gently and pushed him back against the wall, then placed the sculpture on top of Obi-Wan's head. Obi-Wan shifted and adjusted his weight so that he was perfectly balanced, the base of the object nestled in his spikey hair. Qui-Gon stepped back to admire his pupil, whose confusion was muddying the very Force around them.

"Master?"

"Padawan, this is a test of your control. You must keep very still. I will return momentarily." So saying, the older man stepped out of sight into the small adjoining room where their sleeping palatte was. Obi-Wan stood stock still, but his mind was cart wheeling. Why would his Master ask so simple a task of him? This sort of thing was accomplished by children training at the Academy. He could be wrapped in his Master's arms by now, instead of standing with this stupid thing on his head, what a waste of time! And yet...some lesson was to be learned, and Obi-Wan was determined not to disappoint his mentor.

Qui-Gon returned, and if it were not for his request for Obi-Wan to stand still, the young man would have been pressed against his tall, lean body before he got two steps into the room. The Jedi knight had loosened his hair and was naked save for his long cloak which was wrapped loosely around him. He smelled of faint spices and clean water, and Obi-Wan swallowed with difficulty. This sort of preparation usually heralded a love joining, and Obi-Wan felt his leggings grow tight. Qui-Gon had something in his hand, but Obi-Wan could not see it without moving his head and dislodging the sculpture. The large man moved towards him with a lithe grace those of his size rarely achieved. It made Obi-Wan tingle as Qui-Gon placed his hands against the wall on either side of Obi-Wan's head and leaned forward until their noses almost touched.

Obi-Wan stared into the hungry eyes of his Master. Qui-Gon spoke in a low voice, with just a hint of a smile on his lips, "A Jedi must be able to control his actions, find balance through the Force. No matter what Padawan, you must remained balanced. Do not dislodge the sculpture."

"Yes Master," replied Obi-Wan breathlessly, a sense of sweet dread overcoming him.

Qui-Gon bent at a severe angle to kiss Obi-Wan's lips without causing the young man to tilt his head. Obi-Wan stiffened when he felt the warm wetness of his Master's tongue slide over his heated lips. Opening slightly, he felt the limber organ slide into his mouth until soft lips sealed against his own, trapping it inside. His eyes slid shut and he gave a soft moan. Qui-Gon had a way of undoing his young lover with a single kiss. Above all else, Obi-Wan treasured this form of affection from the one he loved.

Qui-Gon's hands were busy undoing Obi-Wan's tunic, and in fact, the fabric had fallen to the sides before Obi-Wan was even aware of what his Master was doing. Long, thick fingers slid under the edges of his white tunic, and posessively stroked the smooth flesh. Qui-Gon loved running his big hands over the young man's form. Breaking the kiss to allow them both some much needed air, Qui-Gon stroked Obi-Wan's ribs, feeling the muscles bunch and ripple in Obi-Wan's attempt not to move.

Qui-Gon devilishly stole a glance at the sculpture atop the young man's head, noticing it wobble slightly. Obi-Wan must have felt it too, for he calmed his breathing and tried to center himself. Giving him only a few seconds relief, Qui-Gon ran his thumbs firmly over Obi-Wan's nipples. Obi-Wan groaned and bit his lower lip. His nipples instantly spasmed to hard points, and Qui-Gon dragged his calloused fingers over them again, the slight roughness agitating the overly-sensitive flesh. The two points of delight were sending their intense pleasure shooting through Obi-Wan's body and straight into his cock. The young man balled his fists, fighting for control.

As Qui-Gon bent his head again, his hair brushed over Obi-Wan's chest like a hundred tickling fingers. Obi-Wan, eyes squeezed shut, almost laughed out loud. Even his Master's hair enjoyed stroking and teasing him! Obi-Wan felt his Master clasp him firmly around the waist and a wet tongue slide across his right nipple. He let out an explosive breath he hadn't realized he was holding. It was all the young man could do not to leap away from the wall and press himself against that firm mouth. He heard a scratching sound above him and realized he was close to toppling the sculpture. Taking a deep breath, he stilled himself enough to stop wiggling.

It was then that Qui-Gon moved to his other nipple and sealed his mouth over it, suckling hard. Obi-Wan moaned loudly, the intense pressure almost as sweet as the concept of his Master connected to him this way. He felt his legs begin to tremble as Qui-Gon flicked a tongue over a hard point, then bite down gently. Obi-Wan hissed through gritted teeth and splayed his hands against the wall behind him to keep from collapsing. He was achingly hard.

Qui-Gon straightened and looked at his pupil. The young man's throat was working, trying to gulp air and manage enough spit to swallow. His skin was a fine sheen of sweat, his hairline moist from his exersion. His body was wracked with tremors, trying to keep to a minimum of motion so as not to disturb the delicate object on his head. Qui-Gon realized he must teach Obi-Wan his lesson before his Padawan lost all control. Failing this lesson now would only damage his confidence in himself.

"Obi-Wan...you struggle so. You are not using all I have taught you." The young man opened his eyes slowly and looked up at his gently smiling Master. Qui-Gon lowered his voice to a rough whisper, "You know what comes next my Padawan. It will not get any easier." Obi-Wan groaned and tried locking his knees to stabalize himself. The sculpture wobbled more dramatically, and Qui-Gon pursed his lips, considering. "If it falls, we are done for this night." Obi-Wan let out a frustrated whimper, understanding his Master well. If the object smashed to the ground, Qui-Gon would stop what he was doing, leaving Obi-Wan hard and unsatisfied. He swallowed convulsively.

"Master...please...."

"Use the Force Padawan. You know how."

"But...I am trying. I am doing the techniques you taught me Master. But...my mind is unable to find peace...."

Qui-Gon smiled and ran a hand down the side of his face as if to gentle a wild beast. "Padawan, remember the Force is not always something you use to control another thing. The Force has limitless possibilities, one of which is allow you to focus your energy outward. Let it catch your wild self and allow you to experience the calm pleasure." Obi-Wan blinked, absorbing all his Master had said. Qui-Gon bent again and initiated a tender kiss, his lips firm yet pliable against Obi-Wan's. He also gently pushed his thigh between Obi-Wan's legs and tested the young man's straining erection. Obi-Wan trembled anew, griping the wall behind him.

Leaving the haven of his student's soft mouth, Qui-Gon dropped to a knee and began unfastening Obi-Wan's leggings. His own hands trembled somewhat, he was rather looking forward to giving his Padawan this pleasure. Obi-Wan felt the last of his clothing fall away, leaving his entire front exposed to the cool air. In contrast was his Master's warm breath against his belly; he couldn't see where his Master was, he could only focus on the sensations. Qui-Gon nuzzled the soft skin of his mid-section, his bristled beard causing the flesh to pebble, then finally placing a suckling kiss to the skin just above Obi-Wan's patch of light colored curls. Obi-Wan's engorged cock reacted by poking the older man under the chin.

Qui-Gon chuckled, which translated as a rumbling vibration through Obi-Wan's rigid member. Obi-Wan voiced an open mouthed groan which held a note of despair. He could feel the sculpture teetering above. How was he ever going to keep it still? He was applying every bit of concentration he could manage to use the Force to hold it steady. Yet, his Master's attentions kept dissolving his ability to concentrate. What was it his Master had said about sending his energy outward?

The young man's thoughts once again flew from him, Qui-Gon had grasped his swollen member and had pressed a wet tongue against it's length. Obi-Wan shuddered, hissing through gritted teeth, his leg muscles screaming to be allowed to move. He wanted so much to thrash his head, grasp his Master's hair...anything! The young Jedi was a coiled spring, bound only by his Master's will to keep steady. Something was going to give soon, and Obi-Wan was laying bets it was going to be his mind.

Rough hands gripped Obi-Wan's thighs, stroking possessively. Prickly facial hair danced along Obi-Wan's swollen cock. A wet tongue point sought and found the very tip of his cock, swirling over the dripping crown. Obi-Wan panted as quietly as he could. He could picture Qui-Gon in his mind, kneeling before his pupil, his soft lips sealed around his crimson member. He growled softly, Qui-Gon's love for him brushed briefly through the Force and to Obi-Wan's fevered brain. Strong fingers gently fondled him.

Then Obi-Wan felt himself surrounded by hot wetness, and he gathered together his trembling Force energy. Like an explosion Obi-Wan threw the energy from himself, feeling it snaking outward like waves from a diver's plunge. Tendrils of it surged outward, some returning to him as if unable to leave him completely. It allowed his body to remain motionless, even as it exploded outward, keeping his balance and allowing him to be still. He felt his Master's mouth encase his cock again, felt the back and forth motion of that mouth almost in time to the waves of energy that flew out and snapped back. He was pinned to the wall, completely at the mercy of his Master's rhythm, unable to do anything to hurry his impending orgasm. And it was the most intense sensation he had ever felt. A light rasp of teeth at the base of his cock and he was lost. His mouth tore open suddenly with a silent scream and he felt a rush of cool air on his cock.

"Now, Padawan."

In an instant, Qui-Gon had swallowed Obi-Wan again, while also deftly catching the sculpture as it came flying off the young man's head. With the return of the warm, slick mouth and his Master's permission, Obi-Wan roared loudly and arched his body violently. Sending streams of his seed into his Master's waiting mouth, Obi-Wan gripped the older man's head, his hands shaking violently. Tears leaked from his tightly shuttered eyes, his throat raw from his scream. Qui-Gon slid an arm around him to support him and as Obi-Wan's spasms died away to shudders, he gently guided the boy to the ground, laying under him to cushion his fall. Obi-Wan lay twitching and muttering for several seconds as his Master cradled his spent body.

Qui-Gon grinned to himself. The boy had let off enough energy whipping through the Force that if anyone on the planet was sensitive to it, they now had either a splitting headache or very wet trousers. His love for his student was immense, and he so enjoyed teaching him in ways that allowed the young man to experience such joy. Obi-Wan's breathing evened out, but he felt no desire to move one bit. His bones felt like mashed pulp, and his Master's warm body under his made him feel loved. Strong arms cradled him, large hands stroking his back in lazy circles. Yeah, he could stay here forever, but he missed his Master's eyes.

Lifting his head from the great plain of his Master's chest, Obi-Wan was rewarded with one of Qui-Gon's private smiles, the ones reserved for his beloved. He tightened his arms around Qui-Gon, and wriggled in delight.

"You understand now, Padawan?" Obi-Wan grinned and nodded, not entirely sure he should admit that sort of thing. After all, more lessons like this might be forthcoming if he didn't completely grasp the concept.

Qui-Gon held the undamaged sculpture aloft. "You have done well. You have learned much tonight. A Jedi never stops learning."

"Thank you, Master, I have had a most excellent teacher. Tell me, do you still find things to learn?"

Obi-Wan felt the older man's sex nudge his thigh. "Every day, young one. Every day."

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