to the feeble connection with his long-time mate as best as he knows
how. This is their last time together. Adjusted for posting to this
list.

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This evening, this whole *day*, had gone worse than I had feared.
After a gruelling Council meeting I came back to my quarters in dire
need of some diversion. All I wanted was to detach from it all ...
just for a little bit, and I knew Qui could benefit from some play as

well. He already had let himself inside my rooms, making himself
comfortable on the couch in the living room. We could come and go to
each other's quarters as we pleased, although I was a bit surprised
to see him sitting there this evening. Lately, I had felt my mate
distance himself form me, although I wasn't entirely sure as to why
that was. Well, I was glad he was here, with me. Thank the Force for
small blessing, I thought as I stepped inside.

Slowly I unclipped my belt, putting my 'saber onto the small table
next to the entrance door to my quarters. My tunics were next as I
tugged them over my head, folding it carelessly and dropping it onto
one of the nearby chairs. I headed back to the kitchen to get one of
those scented lights one of the Padawans had given me recently for a
small favour I had done her.

Setting the light on the table, I lit it, and dialled the room
illumination down so only the flickering of the table light was
casting shadows onto my beloved's face.

Qui had looked on without saying a word at first, but now he cocked
an eyebrow when I took my place on the couch opposite him, my arm
draped over the back cushions. My free hand reached for his face, a
finger trailing down along the line of his jaw, through his beard.

He was about to protest, to put forth , I was sure, arguments for why

this was not a good time for us to engage in intimacies.

"Mace, this is not wise, you kn-…"

I didn't let Qui continue and put my finger over his lips.

"Shhh, not another word from you now!" I leaned forward and planted a

soft kiss onto Qui-Gon's lips, not too aggressively so I wouldn't
spook him unnecessarily. I continued in a quite voice, putting all my

persuasive touch into it. His eyes were dark blue, the flickering of
the light reflected in them .... simply beautiful. I pressed on,
leaning closer again, close enough to take his left earlobe into my
mouth, nibbling onto it while my hands gently started to find their
way underneath the shirt he wore.

"Tonight ... *now*, let's not think about your Padawan, or the
Council or anything else. There is nothing to worry about. I want
you, my Qui. It has been so long..." Too long. Something was holding
Qui back, I knew, and therefore it had been a few weeks since we had
last been together.

My fingers found his left nipple, rolling it between them, feeling
Qui's heat building; my palm brushing down his flanks, my mouth
nipping its way from Qui's ear down his neck and on to the sensitive
spot between neck and shoulder.

"Mace ... I cannot, now ... I .... Hmmmm"

I had stifled his protests claiming his lips with mine again, this
time pushing harder, my tongue tracing his upper lip, feeling the
tickle of Qui's beard onto it. I was getting hard at the thought of
that beard tickling other, more sensitive places ... His rimming
techniques are exquisite. I needed him!

"Qui, my beautiful Qui, ...I love you ..." My hand slid into his
leggings, "... need you ... " My fingers slid over his velvet shaft I

felt beginning to harden, "...take me ... do with me as you please" I

kept chortling into his ear after I had to abandon his mouth for lack

of air. He was still holding back, reluctant to give himself to the
moment ... yes, that was it. The moment, his own mantra for as long
as I had known him.

"Live in the *moment*, my beloved ... the moment is all we need pay
attention to right now ... I am yours ... you know I'll never be
anyone else's ... you are all I need, my Qui"

I don't know if it was his own want, or my gentle mental push against

his shields, but his moans became more sonorous, deeper; while I was
busy loosening the band holding up his leggings, his hands, too,
finally searched for contact with me, grabbing my arms drawing me
closer for another pass of our lips.

//Yes, oh yes, my Qui ... please// I thought and let all my shields
drop for my lover to take me completely.

There was a sudden … *hunger* in Qui's eyes, a sudden urgency when
his lips pressed onto mine, his tongue not asking, but demanding
entrance. Frankly, I had hoped for a bit more romance, a slightly
slower pace, but ... No, I'm not complaining. I wanted him as badly,
as fiercely as he seem to want me.

My lips were swollen by the time he was done with my mouth. He had me

on my back on the couch, his shirt gone, hastily discarded and thrown

to the floor. Leaning over me, his eyes bored into me, a dangerous
undertone in them I didn't recall to have seen in them before. He
was … different, but I was beyond caring. His breathing had
quickened, just as mine. He didn't ask when he opened his mouth next.

"I'm going to take you, Mace ... but not here. We … we need more
room."

Standing up abruptly, he grabbed my hand and started dragging me
towards my bedroom, almost turning over the table with the light on
it. I hardly had time to extinguish the open flame before a fierce
tug on my arm propelled me forward. My back hit the wall, Qui was
covering my body with his, one hand against the wall, the other
tangling with my leggings which he practically ripped off me. This
was my Qui - wild, feral, so different from what he let others see of

himself. He was needing this ... *I* needed this, feeling him close,
inside me. We both like it rough, he more than me.

"Qui-Gon, wait, I want ..."

His mouth on mine made me speechless. My hands grabbed his hair,
hard. When we're like this, there isn't much pain we feel. Just
desire, hot need and abandon of all decorum.

"Bed ... Qui, not in ... the hall." This time it was me grabbing his
arm, pushing him into my bedroom, tossing him onto the bed, kneeling
over him to rid him of his leggings as well. He gasped when the cool
air hit his already sensitised cock...

Oh Force ... his naked body on my dark-blue satin sheets, like a
piece of art. His trained muscled body compares to none (well, maybe
to my own). Younger man cannot come close to the power I know is
behind each single muscle; a spring coiled and ready to strike.

My reverie was not for long, my lover had other plans as he roughly
threw me onto my back again, straddling my loins, my hardened cock
begging for his mouth.

"Qui, please ..." I reached for him, trying to draw him onto me, but
he resisted, growling deep, a sound that send a shudder through my
spine.

"I will have you, Mace, have you as *I* please ..."

Without any further preamble he leaned down and licked the tip of my
cock. I closed my eyes, fighting to hold onto my sanity for as long
as I could while his tongue mapped my cock, the warmth of his mouth
familiar, cruel … he was teasing me, I knew … like cat and mouse…

"Gods ... Qui, love yo-" Abruptly his mouth left my shaft ... No! I
pleaded with my eyes. His voice sounded as if … he wasn't talking to
me, not really.

"Don't say it! Do *not* … say these words ..." I feared he would stop

right there, so I let my head drop back onto the sheets, my eyes
riveted onto his, seeking his love, his lust in his eyes, the
equivalent to what I knew he was seeing in mine … it wasn't there! Or

maybe I was just too far gone already to notice. He leaned closer
again, his bulk pinning me down underneath him, making any move by me

impossible. I waited, gasped when his mouth started to suck on my
neck, then trailing down my chest, biting my nipple ... hard...I
barely suppressed a little yelp ... He was ... never had I
experienced him as ferociously as he was. And I loved it!

My hands tried to hold onto his back, fingertip digging hard into his

muscles, leaving mark I have no doubt.
Lick for lick his tongue, his teeth, his lips tasted my skin, making
sure to avoid my groin, again teasing me senseless; continuing their
hot path along the inside of my thighs.

Qui moved to kneel between my legs, spreading them, first propping my

left leg up onto his shoulder, then my right. I tried to move into a
more stable position for his taking. His hands ... like a craftsman
inspecting his work, Qui's fingers inspected my body, probed for
imperfections, for weaknesses, until at last he bend down his head,
his mouth between my legs ... his tongue ...aahhhh, I couldn't help
myself.

"Quiii, love ... please don't stop, yes!" His tongue pushed inside my

rectum, my grunts of pure pleasure egging him on, him drawing wet
circles around the opening to my body. I couldn't wait, one of my
hands found my weeping cock, began to pump it in rhythm with his
penetrations.

Almost at the brink, I stopped. I wanted to return the favour, but
he ... he wouldn't let me, pushing my hand away when I reached for
him.

"You will get what you want, Mace, I will give you ... what you
desire." His mouth had moved to my calves, the inside of my knees,
nipping ... and at last he leaned over me , his mouth on my ear as he

positioned his hard cock against my entrance.

"I ... have oil..." I started but a kiss silenced me again.

"No! You will have me ... like this. I know ... you love it like
this!" Hot breath hit my neck as his mouth tasted my skin once again,

his teeth like razors on my neck.

He entered me with one forceful push inside. My vision blurred for a
second, I almost didn't feel the stinging pain along my neck. I
didn't feel any pain when he slid into me, only the rush of
adrenaline, the knowledge we both wanted this. He was mine in this
moment, no-one else's!

"Qui!" I screamed his name, I heard him in my head; my name was on
his lips as he pushed inside again, more forceful even than the first

time. Push after push, until we established a rhythm. I held onto his

back, my nails clawing at his skin. I remember a sticky feeling on my

fingertips. No doubt I had broken the skin on his back.

"Mace ... Mace, I .... I... Force!" One more push when he hit my
prostate and made me shudder from my approaching climax. My seed
splurged against his stomach, I know ...

I saw him. Although he closed his eyes, his mind was shouting my
name, I could hear him... He came without making an audible sound,
but his soul sang to me, he had finally dropped his shields
completely. I was his, and he was mine when he came deep inside me!

One!

It took us both a few minutes to steady our breathing, to calm our
blood. I forgot who it was who spoke first, but he took me into his
arms, kissing my head.

"I love you, Qui-Gon. How can it be any other way?" He didn't say
anything, just sighed, his breath on my head, his hand stroking me
down, with a gentleness quite unlike the roughness with which he had
taken me just a few minutes ago.

"We need to sleep, Mace. We have earned it, don't you think?"

His deep, amused laughter rumbled through his chest, and all I could
do was close my eyes, contend to have him by my side, his heart beat
sending me over into the realm of sleep.

When I awoke shortly before first light the coming morning, his place

by my side was deserted. The only thing reminding me of what had
happened the night before was his scent still clinging to my sheets.
He was gone. For good, this time!

The End