TATTOO
By Judy

Rating: NC-17- m/m sex strongly implied.
Catagory: Angst? Humor? I don't know.
Archive:M_A? Sith_Chicks? Anybody who wants it just let me know.
Disclaimer: As always the Jedi belong to George Lucas.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Bitten by plot bunny of Dixiebell's. Obi has a secret.
Excuses: No beta mistakes belong to me alone. Hope it isn't too bad.
Feedback: Yes please! Even flames will keep me warm.Reply to 
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He was doing it again. Staring into nothingness with that secret smile 
on his face. It was driving him 
insane to see that beatific expression on the young man's face. Obi-wan, his 
Apprentice was in love. Of 
this Qui-Gon was certain.
A bitter taste rose in his throat at the thought of his Padawan giving 
himself to another. He had done all 
in his power including things he should not have in pursuit of the name of 
the one. He had read his 
apprentices private correspondence. Hacked into the lad's personal files. 
Searched his room. Followed him 
whenever he left their quarters alone. Eavesdropped on his conversations. 
Everything but ask Obi-Wan 
himself. 
This madness had started innocently enough seven months ago. Seeking to 
lighten the burden on his 
Apprentice at a time of several exams he had been tidying their common room. 
A folder had spilled on the 
floor in a flood of paper. Amidst the course notes there lay a poem. Not just 
a poem a love poem. Written in 
Obi-Wan's clear and elegant script it had to be an original work. 
Nevertheless a faint hope had led him to 
search for a match in the Temple's extensive library to no avail.
The poem had made certain things very clear. His Padawan had been in 
love for a long time at least four 
years. 'My love for thee bloomed as I watched the Flame Flowers open.' 
Qui-Gon knew of only one 
mission that had taken the two of them to Mima II the home of Flame Flowers. 
It had been when Obi-Wan 
had just turned sixteen and the sudden emotional distance in the boy had 
caused the Master no little pain. 
He had thought at the time that his apprentice's stronger shielding were the 
result of puberty rather than 
passion. Obi-Wan's beloved was male. 'My lips long to worship the shaft of my 
love's manhood.' If the 
lover had been a female it would have been easier to accept Qui-Gon told 
himself. He would not have felt 
so rejected if the young man had preferred women. Virginal was not a valid 
description of his Padawan any 
longer. 'I crave the pleasure/pain of you thrusting inside me.' An image that 
continued to eat at his heart 
despite Qui-Gon's attempts to purge it from his mind. Coruscant was the home 
of this stranger who had 
beguiled his Obi-Wan. 'Precious are the moments between missions when I can 
at last bask in the simple 
pleasure of my love's presence.' Aside from these few clues the poem was 
maddeningly unspecific.
Serenity had fled the day he had read that damned poem. Conscience 
screaming he had kept the poem 
even though it had been burned into his memory after the first reading. When 
Obi-Wan had come to him 
blushing, looking for his property Qui-Gon had lied. Lied to his beloved 
Padawan for the first time. Shame 
twisted his gut. Jealousy turned him into hard taskmaster. Continually 
leading him to find fault where there 
was none. Nightmares haunted his sleep. Obi-wan and some faceless man 
copulating frantically. Images of 
this phantom cruelly abusing the tender heart of his Padawan. Every glimpse 
of firm young flesh was 
analyzed endlessly for any evidence of lovemaking. He had had to withdraw 
even further from the youth to 
hide his distress. 
Months later eating alone in the communal dining hall Mace had joined 
him. Within moments his old 
crèche-mate had deduced his inner turmoil. His piercing gaze reducing 
Qui-Gon's defenses to rubble. He 
found himself confessing all to the other man. He waited for his friend to 
tell him how foolish he was 
behaving. To his surprise there had been no harsh judgement in his friend's 
eyes just sympathy.
"Does Obi-Wan know of your feelings for him?" Mace had asked quietly.
He shook his head sadly. "What's the point? I had been waiting until he 
had reached his majority. Had I 
but known he had lost his heart when hardly more than a child I would have 
crushed these feelings for him 
when it was still possible." His hands trembled as he covered his face.
"You know you're not going to eat that ", he said indicating the 
untouched tray. "Let's go to my rooms 
where we can at least have some privacy. There is no need to inform the whole 
temple of your problems." 
Blindly he had let his friend guide him to his quarters. Ensconced in an 
over-stuffed armchair a cup of 
steaming tea in his hands Qui-Gon began to regain his composure. Seated 
across from him Mace gazed past 
steepled fingers.
"What have you done so far to find out the identity of Obi-Wan's lover?"
Shamefaced he told of how he had spied on his Padawan.
"Have you tried talking to his friends?"
"No it is too embarrassing to contemplate."
"On the contrary I believe that it is the next step. Setting your 
feelings for the youth aside for a moment, 
you have reason to be concerned. Your Padawan has had no cause to hide his 
relationship from you. I know 
you. You would never have put your feelings before his in such a matter. If 
this lover of his is on the up and 
up his friends will know about him. If this a secret from all we might have 
to intervene for the young man's 
safety."
"He is an adult. He is free to make his own choices." Qui-Gon's voice 
was rueful. 
"Not if this started while he was underage and his lover was not."
Of a mind at last the Masters started to plan.
Seemingly casual meetings took place over the next few days. All of 
Obi-Wan's closest friends 
currently on Coruscant were questioned. One after another expressed ignorance 
of any long-standing 
relationship involving Qui-Gon's Padawan. All those interviewed were sworn to 
secrecy. He slipped into 
despair. 
Then Bant Obi-Wan's oldest and dearest friend returned to Coruscant with 
her Master. If anyone knew 
his Padawan's heart Bant did. A word with her master and a meeting was 
arranged.
The young Calamarian fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair facing three 
Jedi Masters. Bant was still 
underage so it was thought best to include her Master in the interview. After 
a nod from Qui-Gon Master 
Windu began the questioning. It was apparent almost immediately that Bant 
knew the object of Obi-Wan's 
affections. Her refusal to tell came almost as quickly.
"I cannot betray Obi-Wan's confidence this way, I gave him my word." 
Bant confided her coral colored 
skin blanching in dismay.
"Can you tell us how you came to know of the affair it might prove 
helpful?" Qui-Gon asked. 
"I wouldn't call it that." She squirmed in her seat, her eyes trained on 
the floor.
"If this is as innocent as you seem to think where is the harm in 
telling us the circumstances around 
which Obi-Wan confided in you? We are concerned for him." Qui-Gon continued.
Bant shot a glance at her Master and said nothing.
"Are you afraid you will get in trouble?" Her Master asked.
Bant nodded, blanching further.
"Unless people were hurt I promise you will not be punished", Bant's 
Master Sinsen Tomen assured her.
Qui-Gon looked his thanks at Master Tomen.
"Obi and I were out drinking on one of the lower levels," Bant peeked at 
her Master who nodded 
reassuringly. "We had way too much and got really drunk. He was trying to 
help me get over a broken 
heart. He told me of his true love and how impossible the situation was." She 
cast a quick look at Qui-Gon. 
"We decided that because the people we loved owned our hearts we should have 
their names tattooed on 
us. Showing that they owned our bodies as well." Blushing now Bant's skin 
became rosy as the Masters 
watched.
Mace and Qui-Gon exchanged a glance.
"Is that the tattoo you had removed from your back", Master Tomen asked?
Bant nodded.
"Obi-Wan has no tattoo on his back", Qui-Gon persisted, confusion in his 
voice.
"Obi didn't have it put on his back. He said he wanted to put it where 
only his true love would be able to 
see it." By this time Bant's skin had achieved a brilliant orange.
"Where is it on his backside?" Master Windu smiled.
"It is on the underside of his penis", she blurted out.
Three Masters stared at her speechless.
Clearing his throat Qui-Gon croaked. "Does he still have this tattoo do 
you know?"
"As far as I know he does", Bant replied. "That's all I can tell you. 
He's probably going to be mad that I 
told you that. May I go now?"
The Masters nodded as one. The Calamarian Padawan scurried quickly from 
the room.
"Thank you for your help Sinsen", Qui-Gon managed after a few seconds.
"Good luck Qui-Gon." Master Tomen managed as she followed her Padawan.
As soon as they were alone Mace released the laughter that he had been 
holding in check
"It's not funny" Qui-Gon fumed.
"Like hell it isn't. By the Force how are we going to find out what it 
says?"
In the days to follow Qui-Gon devoted many hours of meditation to the 
problem of his Apprentice's 
hidden tattoo. He scheduled a complete physical for Obi-Wan with the healers. 
Three solid months before it 
was due, silencing his Padawan's objections with a look. Questioning the 
healers afterward he learned that 
Obi-Wan was in perfect health and indeed had a tattoo on his member. As to 
what it said the healers had 
been unable to say. Claiming the Apprentice had used slight of hand or 
perhaps slight of penis was a better 
term to keep the tattoo hidden. Undeterred Qui-Gon took his charge camping 
for a week on the wilderness 
world of Circarpous V. The Master had tried in vain to catch a glimpse of the 
tattoo as they bathed in the 
river near their campsite. On Obi-Wan's Naming Day he had plied the younger 
man with Alderaanian 
Brandy hoping to get his Padawan drunk enough for him to examine the tattoo. 
Qui-Gon awoke the next 
day with the realization that he had passed out and that his Padawan had put 
him to bed.
Attempt after attempt failed. Obi-Wan began to avoid his Master and 
their rooms as much as 
possible. Showing up moments before training sessions and disappearing 
afterward. Whenever they were 
on a mission the young Jedi went to great lengths to secure separate cabins. 
Choosing to sleep in broom 
closets alone rather than share a bed with his Master. The situation went 
from uncomfortable to intolerable 
as Qui-Gon felt driven to greater and greater lengths to find out Obi-Wan's 
secret.
Disaster struck on an assignment to the Corillian system. Qui-Gon had 
been unable to find his Padawan 
and their mission had almost failed.
Master and Apprentice had not spoken since their ignoble return some 
hours earlier. The silence weighed 
heavily upon them as they had reluctantly trudged to give their report to the 
High Council. 
Master Yoda stared angrily at the two Jedi before him. Neither one was 
able to meet his eyes. Councilor 
Windu looked distinctly uncomfortable as well as he shifted in his seat. 
Sighing unhappily Yoda spoke, 
"Padawan Kenobi explain you will why you abandoned your Master." 
Qui-Gon interrupted. "It was my fault my Master not Obi-Wan's."
Yoda struck his gimer stick against the floor with a resounding 'THWACK' 
silencing Qui-Gon. "Kenobi 
did I ask. Plenty of blame there is for all. Answer you will Apprentice 
Kenobi."
"My Master has not been himself for some time now. My presence seems to 
disturb him of late and I 
only sought to ease his distress." Obi-Wan could not tear his gaze from the 
floor at his feet.
"Harrumph!" Yoda said as loudly as anyone had ever heard the tiny master 
speak. "Master Jinn problem 
there is with your Padawan?"
Qui-Gon flushed crimson as words failed him.
"Foolishness is this! Two Jedi almost lost!" 'THWACK' went the stick. 
"Master Windu told us he did. 
Wait too long we did for you settle this. A Jedi knows not pride. Pride 
Apprentice Kenobi. Pride Master 
Jinn." Yoda stopped breathing heavily.
"If you had shared instead some of the great affection you have for each 
other this could have been 
avoided." Knight Ki-Adi-Mundi spoke softly his voice barely audible after 
Master Yoda's outburst.
"Settle this you will or separate you we must."
Qui-Gon knew that his face had gone from red to purple. His Padawan 
beside him had gone instead very 
pale.
"Choose you must Padawan Kenobi. Show now the Council your tattoo or to 
your Master show in 
private." Yoda's eyes were mere slits as he examined the Jedi before him.
Obi-Wan was quick to answer nearly in tears, "Please Master Yoda I choose 
to show my Master my 
tattoo." 
"See that you do. Today you must. You both go now." 
Dismissed the two slowly returned to their quarters. Once inside Obi-Wan 
ran to his room shutting the 
door behind him. Qui-Gon sat in the dining area head in hands. This debacle 
had been his entire fault. If 
only he had been able to banish his feelings for his Apprentice he would not 
be at risk of losing him 
altogether. Why had he listened to Mace? He should have ignored the poem. 
Tucked it back in Obi-Wan's 
folder and forgotten it. The years stretched before him bleak without his 
beloved Padawan. Tears made 
their way through his fingers to flow down into his sleeves. He no longer 
cared whose name was on the 
man he loved. As soon as he mastered himself he would go to Obi-Wan and tell 
him he did not need to 
show him the damned tattoo it did not matter.
A soft touch on his shoulder startled the Master. 
"Master?"
Obi-Wan sounded so young like the boy Qui-Gon used to know. Not a boy 
now a man worthy of 
respect. He gradually raised his head. Obi-Wan his precious Obi-Wan stood 
naked before him. Both their 
faces were streaked with tears.
"You don't have to do this Padawan. I will make it right with the 
Council."
"Yes I do. It's not about the Council anymore. Master Yoda was right it 
was all about pride. I'm sorry 
my Master." 
Obi-Wan walked to the center of the common room and turned to face the 
older man. Chin on chest, 
arms at his sides his eyes closed.
Qui-Gon rose and approached his apprentice. Stopping before this golden 
man he dropped to his knees. 
He had dreamed of kneeling at Obi-Wan's feet so often a sense of unreality 
struck him. Obi-Wan's cock 
hung limply inches from his face. Gingerly he grasped the penis before him 
and lifted it gently. There along 
the sensitive underside were letters picked out in green calligraphy. It 
took a moment before his brain was 
willing to process the name. Qui-Gon Jinn was the name of Obi-Wan's secret 
love.



Fin