Title:  Broken Bonds

Category: Slash

Rating: Duh.

Author: Obsessed One

Summary: You go for a walk in the Temple Gardens, and see something…
stimulating.

Feedback: Please!  I want to know if I messed things up to terribly!  Nicely
worded constructive criticism is welcome, praise is begged for, and flames
will be used to heat my condo during the next cold snap. 
ladywitch79@hotmail.com

Comments: This was, in a fashion, inspired by Dev-Aki Basaa’s fic, Trophy
Slave.  It is also my first attempt at slash, so please be nice when I get
something terribly wrong.  Also, I want to thank Hypatia and Lynxie, my
long-lost prude triplet sisters, for making sure I gave this plot bunny free
reign.

Archive: Eiluned at the Temple Library, Sith_Chicks, and JediPrudes.  Anyone
else, please ask first.

Disclaimer:
      Georgie Porgie, puddin’ pie,
      Killed Qui-Gon, and Obi cried.
      But that’s okay, and that’s all fine,
      Cause they’re all his, and are not mine.

      Georgie Porgie, puddin’ pie,
      Owns Star Wars ‘till he’s died.
      So for this, I am not paid,
      But least Qui and Obi get laid!


Broken Bonds
~~~*~~~
(By Obsessed One)


        You slip through the darkened halls, your heart pounding in fear of
discovery.  But it’s late, and you are most likely the only inhabitant of
the Jedi Temple who is even awake.  You see your destination ahead, and pick
up speed.  With a smile, you enter the Temple Gardens, closing the door
quietly behind you.

        You breathe deeply, luxuriating in the scent of flowers, and in the
feel of grass beneath your bare feet.  You only sneak away from your master
rarely, but when you do, the Gardens are always your destination.  It’s as
is if none of your studies about the Force and the Living Force make any
sense, until you are surrounded by beautiful, living things, unfettered by
rules that are millennia old.  This is your moment of wildness, of pure
freedom.

        You run lightly over the paths, your arms flung wide and your
Padawan braid streaming behind you.  Freedom!  The air seems to whisper in
your ears: Freedom!  Tonight is not for meditations, katas, weapons
practice, or studying – it is about freedom, wildness, and... something
potent, something you can’t seem to put your finger on.

        You sense them before you hear their approach, and you dive into a
nearby cluster of bushes, pulling the Force around you like a cloak of
invisibility.  You always were the best at hiding.  All you have to do is
sit tight until whoever it is leaves.

        After waiting just long enough for you to start wondering if the
Force was playing tricks on you, two figures come into your line of sight. 
You use the Force to enhance your vision, and realize they are Obi-Wan
Kenobi and Qui-Gon Jinn.  You blink in confusion: What are they doing here?

        They stop less than a meter from your hiding place.  You force your
breathing to calm, and take the moment to admire the beauty in both the men
before you.  In the shadows, Qui-Gon seems to be even more of a giant than
he normally is, and every feature seems to stand out on its own, so much
larger than life.  Pulling your eyes away from Qui-Gon, you look at Obi-Wan
in all his predatory beauty.  Normally, you prefer your men tall and dark,
closer to Qui-Gon’s appearance, but Obi-Wan, with his dark blonde hair and
vivid blue eyes, he has always had a hold over you and you libido, you muse.

        Then, you watch as Qui-Gon pulls Obi-Wan into his arms.

        Your eyes widen with surprise as the two men begin to kiss
passionately, their whispered endearments not quite reaching your ears. 
Quickly, you cast about, looking for an escape route, but find none.  You
will have to stay where you are for the time being.

        Which might not be so bad, you think, as Obi-Wan’s tunic lands on
the ground...

~*~*~

~*~*~

        Spellbound, you watch as the two men undress each other with
knowing, eager hands.    Obi-Wan seems to want to be everywhere at once:
caressing Qui-Gon’s chest, running his fingers through his master’s long
hair, kissing the solid column of his lover’s throat.  You can feel the need
roll off the Padawan in waves, and it steals your breath away in the form of
a barely audible moan.

        Qui-Gon, though, is much less hurried.  He traces Obi-Wan’s jaw with
the back of his right hand, and trails his left up and down Obi-Wan’s bare
back.  He ceases his caress suddenly, splaying his fingers across the small
of Obi-Wan’s back.  Craning your neck around as much as you dare, you see
that Obi-Wan has his hands inside Qui-Gon’s tunic, and is slowly working it
off, his movements only hinted at by rustling fabric.

        Qui-Gon’s head slowly tilts back, his hands dropping to his sides as
Obi-Wan kisses and nips his way down, and you hear the older man's quiet
groans.  The rumble of his baritone pushes a primal button deep within you,
and your hand moves beneath your robes.  Tentatively, you begin to move your
fingers, growing bolder as Obi-Wan moves lower on Qui-Gon’s torso.

        Suddenly, Obi-Wan stands, gently pushing Qui-Gon back a couple of
steps, so that the taller man is leaning against a tree.  Kneeling in front
of his master, Obi-Wan holds his master's hips steady against the tree.  A
moment later, Qui-Gon’s leggings drop to the ground.  Your jaw drops.  Gods,
to undo the ties on Qui-Gon’s leggings without his hands would mean Obi-Wan
had used his...

        Qui-Gon’s rough moan rips you out of your shock-induced stupor. 
Because of their new location, the same shrubbery that hides you now blocks
much of your view.  You can see Qui-Gon, leaning heavily against the tree,
eyes closed, chest covered in a fine sheen of sweat.  He is holding
something, and as he brings his arms up a bit, you see that his fingers are
gripping Obi-Wan’s short hair as his Padawan's head bobs up and down, moving
faster, drawing ragged pants from Qui-Gon’s lips.

        Suddenly, Qui-Gon pushes Obi-Wan from him, growling “Not yet!” 
Obi-Wan stands, and tilts his head to one side.

        "What's wrong, Master?"  he asks.

        Qui-Gon closes the small space between them, and roughly pulls
Obi-Wan against him.

        "I have other plans, Obi-Wan," he pants as he leans forward, kissing
the shorter man.

        And what a kiss!  Even from your distance, you can just imagine that
their tongues must be intertwined, rubbing against each other. Your
exploring hand moves with increasing urgency against your own flesh as you
fantasize about the sensation of rough tongue against rough tongue, the
scrape of Qui-Gon's beard as he changes his angle. One of Qui-Gon's hands
moves out of your sight and a moment later, Obi-Wan's leggings fall to the
ground.  Sculpted legs, a well-defined backside... the details are stored
for later review. Obi-Wan steps out of the fabric pooled at his feet, and
moves eagerly to the arms of his lover.

        Skin against skin, sweat-slicked and glowing.  Even Qui-Gon has lost
his sense of patience, and is running his hands over every part of Obi-Wan
that you can see... and then some. Obi-Wan, his back still towards you,
tosses his head to one side, and lets loose a groan that brings an answering
shudder from your own over-heated body.

        You can see the muscles in Qui-Gon's shoulders and chest work as he
strokes his beloved. Obi-Wan's moans start coming in time to Qui-Gon's
ministrations, louder... louder... and then turn into words that shake you
almost as much as they shake Qui-Gon:

        "You... I want you.  NOW."

        Obi-Wan turns around, so close you can smell the sweat and the sex,
and for a moment, you fear discovery.  But his eyes are closed as he kneels,
and you can see every expression of pleasure as it passes over his handsome
face. Qui-Gon comes up behind Obi-Wan, caressing the younger man's sides,
finally bringing his hands to rest on Obi-Wan's slender hips. Qui-Gon shifts
forward, and both men groan in gratification. You stifle a moan with your
free hand as you squirm in your hiding place.

        All you can see is Qui-Gon's thrusting torso, and Obi-Wan's
expressions of ecstasy each time Qui-Gon moves. Your eyes slide shut, and
you lose yourself in the sounds they are making, and in the feel of your
hand as you move your fingers.

        As if from a distance, you hear them, Obi-Wan’s caressing tenor
calling out to Qui-Gon’s rumbling baritone.  Calling and answering, their
primitive noises drive you beyond nearly all restraint.  You are forced to
bite into your hand to keep from calling out with them.

        Your fingers bring your higher as the dual moans of the two men
gradually lose control. Obi-Wan starts to shout out Qui-Gon's name, but it
dissolves into incoherent groaning, and is overpowered by Qui-Gon's rhythmic
grunts. Your own orgasm explodes behind closed eyelids, only seconds behind
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan's. Lost somewhere in orbit around the planet, you have
no concept of time as your body tingles with a pleasure of immense
proportions, though still slightly hollow for being alone.

        After catching your breath, you open your eyes, and see Obi-Wan and
Qui-Gon already dressed, and embracing tenderly. Obi-Wan runs his fingers
through Qui-Gon's slightly tangled mane, and smiles secretly. And then they
leave, once more taking up the standard formation of Master and Padawan –
Obi-Wan following just a few steps behind Qui-Gon.

        Once they are out of view, you wait a moment longer before crawling
out of your hiding place. Your shudder a sigh, and start pulling bits of
shrubbery off your clothes. "Well," you mutter, "that was... memorable."

        You straighten your clothes, and leave the Gardens.  As you make
your way back to the quarters you share with your master, you do not care if
you are seen.  In your bedroom at last, you collapse on your sleep couch,
and fall into dreams filled with half-seen passions and sounds of pleasure
that echo within your own body.

~*~*~

        The next day, after weapons practice, you take an extra long time in
the ‘fresher.  Your master apparently decided to beat the daylights out of
you this morning, when she saw the evidence of your restless night on your
face.  She had informed you that you must always be ready and at your peak,
whether you slept well or not.

        In any case, all you want now is to go back to your quarters where
you can sleep and nurse your wounded pride in peace.

       And relive last night for the millionth time.

        As you dress, you close your eyes, and imagine yourself between
those two men.  You can almost feel Qui-Gon’s hand sliding between your
thighs, as Obi-Wan presses against you from behind, and kisses the back of
your neck...

        Pointless fantasies.  You tie your tunic shut with jerky motions,
annoyed that you would even let yourself entertain such dreams.  Even if you
hadn’t seen what you saw, you would know that there wasn’t the slightest
chance they would want -you--; you’re nothing special.  Completely average
looking for a human, you could run naked across a landing pad and no one
would remember you.  Brown hair, kept short except for your Padawan braid,
which nearly reaches past your hips: average.  Brown eyes: average.  Just
under 2 meters tall: average.  Gods, even your Jedi powers are nothing more
than average!

        And Kenobi and Jinn are so way above average, it’s not even funny.

        You pick up your equipment bag, and a datapad clatters to the floor.
  Curious, you pick it up and turn it on.  Your mouth opens in shock, before
curling into a smile as you read the message:

“Meet us in the Gardens again tonight.  And this time, don’t be so shy.”

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