Title: The Meaning of Fucking
Author: 'chelle monroe@globalnetisp.net
Series: Unfortunately, yes. This is a sequel to "Virgin Sacrifice at Dawn."
Rating: NC 17
Archive:M & A; SWC; SWAL; anyone else please ask
Category: Humor/Parody; PWP
Pairing: Q/O
Feedback: Always both welcome and appreciated.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to George. All I can do is play with them. But I always return them in good
working order.
Summary: After sacrificing their virginity to avoid being volcano food, the boys return home.
Warnings: None. Just sex and humor, nothing scary.
Notes: I swore to myself that "Virgin Sacrifice" would be a one shot deal. But the folks at SWAL asked
so nicely for a sequel that I couldn't not write one. That, and another of those damn, Australian bred plot
bunnies was gnawing on my leg.

I had intended to draw this out over a few days as the boys hemmed and hawed about having sex again,
but then Qui uttered the word fucking. You'll see what I mean.



"Read your report on the Obarran, we have." Master Yoda opened the Council meeting in his usual
unceremonious fashion. "A disappointment, this is."

Master Mace Windu nodded. "Hard to believe it is."

"What is?" Qui Gon asked, hiding his trepidation.

Windu cleared his throat. "It is hard to believe that the Obarran were not really interested in joining the
Republic, that they just wanted a couple of virgins to feed to their volcano."

"Hard to believe or not, it is what happened."

"Fortunate it was, that able to move the gate you were."

"Yes," Qui Gon agreed. He could sense the snicker his padawan was suppressing and sent him a
scolding, *Obi Wan.* His master's stern tone only partially quelled Obi Wan's amusement.

"Dismissed, you are."

Qui Gon and his apprentice bowed to the Council at the same moment, and then made a hasty exit.
They did not slow until the door of their quarters slid shut behind them.

*I can't believe we just did that.* Obi Wan said, the disbelief in his voice echoing his words.

*Did what?*

*Lied to the Council.*

*We did not lie to the council, Obi Wan.* Qui Gon's mental voice was firm. *We simply chose to provide
a carefully edited version of events.*

*You told them we lifted the gate.*

*Which is true, from a certain point of view.*

Obi Wan's snicker escaped. "I see. It's not lying. It's just providing a version of events as they appear
from a certain point of view."

Qui Gon nodded approvingly, "Exactly."

Obi Wan laughed. "Of all the things I thought to learn from you, I never imagined that lying would be one
of them." He paused for a moment, "But then I never imagined I'd learn..."

"Fucking," Qui Gon supplied helpfully.

"I don't think we've actually done that yet, Master."

"We haven't?"

"No, I recall a great deal of sucking and touching but no fucking."

"Don't the sucking and touching count?"

"I don't think so. My understanding is that fucking actually requires penetration."

Qui Gon considered this. "Are you sure? That seems like an awfully narrow definition to me. I
always thought it encompassed any sexual act in which both parties got off."

Obi Wan stared at him in disbelief, "Got off? Will you listen to us? We're saying things like got off and
debating the meaning of the word fucking."

They were silent for a moment as they both considered Obi Wan's observation. Then, Qui Gon cleared
his throat. "Padawan, does the penetration occur where I think it does?"

"Yes, Master."

"Isn't that rather uncomfortable?"

"Not with the proper amount of lubrication."

Qui Gon considered this latest piece of information. "Padawan, where did you acquire this newfound
knowledge?"

"The library aboard our transport was quite extensive."

His master raised an eyebrow. "And you chose not to share this discovery with your Master."

"I was waiting for the proper time." The eyebrow was still cocked. Clearly more wheedling was required.
"I had hoped to share the information with you in private." The eyebrow lowered slightly. "When you
were feeling relaxed and receptive." It lowered further. "After having first ascertained that you wanted to
know what I had, uhh, discovered," he finished lamely. But Qui Gon was mollified.

"I am feeling quite receptive at the moment."

"You don't look receptive."

"I don't?" Qui Gon asked.

"No. You look overdressed. Perhaps you should slip into something more comfortable first."

"I don't know. Jedi robes are pretty comfortable. I don't think I could find anything more comfortable than
this."

Obi Wan sighed thinking that perhaps it wasn't such a surprise that his master had remained a virgin for
so long, celibacy vows not withstanding. The man was definitely slow on the uptake. "You might be
more comfortable if you were wearing less, Master."

Qui Gon thought for a moment. "Perhaps I would at that." Looking directly at his apprentice, Qui Gon
began to remove his robe. He folded it carefully, then looked around for something to lie it on. Not
finding anything convenient, he dropped it on the floor. He returned his gaze to his apprentice. Then
undid his belt and dropped it on top of his robe. His sash followed. Using the force, he unfastened his
boots and kicked them off. All that remained was the open tunic and his leggings.

"You were correct, Padawan. This is more comfortable. Do you think I should remove more?"

Obi Wan swallowed hard. His pulse increasing as he caught glimpses of skin beneath the open tunic.
"Yes, Master."

"If your certain that would be best." Qui Gon sounded doubtful, but his blue eyes twinkled ever so
slightly.

"I am."

"Very well." Qui Gon removed the tunic, pausing again to fold it neatly. In the process he managed to
turn so that Obi Wan now had a view of his profile. He slid his hands into the waistband of his leggings
and pushed them down, removing them with remarkable grace.

Obi Wan could only stare. He couldn't decide which to look at, the semi-erect cock jutting out in front of
his master, or the beautiful "V" of his back which ended in a well-muscled...

"Obi Wan."

Reluctantly, he looked up. "Yes, Master."

"What a good idea this was. Naked really is more comfortable. I think you should try it."

"Yes, Master." Obi Wan's boots practically flew off. The robe landed in a heap on the floor and was
followed quickly by belt, sash, tunic and leggings.

Qui Gon was convinced that he had never seen anyone strip quite so quickly. There was no denying the
impact his padawan's naked form had on him. The semi-erect cock had risen visibly with the removal of
each article.

Well aware of the effect he was having, Obi Wan smiled at his master. "Much more comfortable."

"It occurs to me that lying down is much more comfortable than standing."

Obi Wan tilted his head to the side, considering his Master's words. "I believe you are right Master. And
a bed is generally much more comfortable than the floor."

"So it is, Padawan."

Obi Wan gestured toward Qui Gon's bed chamber with his arm. "After you."

Qui Gon nodded, acknowledging the courtesy and hiding his own disappointment at not being able to
follow his apprentice. Feeling damnably self-conscious, Qui Gon led the way into the bed chamber.

Reaching the edge of the bed, Obi Wan turned to face the young man behind him. Obi Wan burst out
laughing. "What is so funny?" Qui Gon was finding his padawan's outburst more than a tad insulting.

"Us, Master."

Qui Gon chuckled softly. "I suppose we are at that." Reaching out he captured Obi Wan's wrist and
brought it to his lips. He used the arm to tug his apprentice closer, than wrapped it around his own neck
while wrapping his free arm around Obi Wan's waist. His mouth lowered to capture Obi Wan's thin lips,
which opened readily.

Obi Wan's arms tightened around his neck as one kiss flowed into another. Why, Qui Gon wondered
vaguely, did the Jedi deny themselves this? Then he stopped thinking as Obi Wan broke free from his
grasp and lie back on the bed. Arms open, legs slightly parted, everything about him an invitation to
touch, to taste, to explore. Qui Gon knelt between those legs, parting them further as he did so.

Large hands slid over muscular legs, moving inexorably upward. Groin bypassed, fingers danced across
his hipbone, brushed his waist, before curving around Obi Wan's ribs. Obi Wan's head was back, eyes
half closed, as he gave himself over to those hands.

A twinge of guilt passed through Obi Wan. His master had taken vows. He was leading the man to
break them, again. This time with no excuse. A mouth followed where the fingers had been a few
moments before, kissing and nibbling lightly at his waist, then up his side.

*I am a grown man, Padawan. I make my own choices.*

*Yes, Master.* The words were followed by a soft groan.

Lips abandoned the flesh over his ribs. His mouth poised over Obi Wan's, Qui Gon said the three words
which Obi Wan had never thought to hear, "I love you." Then Qui Gon's mouth again covered his. Obi
Wan's only response was a whimper, deep in his throat.

The hands he had been holding at his sides now roamed restlessly over his master's back. Obi Wan
was barely aware that he was doing it. All of his attention was focused on the mouth glued to his. Qui
Gon's lips were firm, yet gentle, demanding and giving at the same time. They gave pleasure while
demanding a response. Obi Wan responded. His tongue darted in and out of Qui Gon's mouth as he
pressed himself against the man on top of him.

He pulled his mouth away from Qui Gon's, moved down his master's neck, seeking and finding a spot he
had discovered while they were in the cave. He sucked, drawing a gasp from the older man. With a brief
force shove, he rolled them over. His mouth still glued to that spot.

A tug on his braid, and he released his prize, pulling back to look into the face of his master. What he
saw there made his breath catch in his throat, lust, tenderness, love, all directed at him, all for him.
"Master," he whispered, "my Master." Then their lips were again together.

With effort Obi Wan tore his mouth from Qui Gon's. A groan of protest was quickly silenced when his
tongue connected with a hardened brown nipple. Soft caresses from his tongue alternated with firm
sucking. Qui Gon's hands covered the back of Obi Wan's head as he arched upward, pushing himself
into that mouth.

Obi Wan felt the unconscious movement of Qui Gon's hips, but he was straddling his master's waist.
Wanting to provide his master with a point of contact, he stopped his sucking. Catching his master's
gaze he moved first one knee and then the other between his master's legs. Then he slowly leaned
forward, the flesh of his abdomen pressing against his master's cock. Qui Gon let out a low groan at the
contact. Obi Wan's own cock twitched at the sound. His lips latched onto the previously neglected
nipple and Qui Gon's hips bucked upward.

Obi Wan reveled in the sensations. He had never imagined that a small amount of hardened flesh under
his tongue would feel this good. His master's torso tight against his felt even better and the cock trapped
between them better still.

Large hands clasped his head, forcing him to relinquish his prize and look up. There was hunger in the
blue eyes which met his, hunger and need.

"Fuck me, Obi Wan." Qui Gon's voice was quiet, but firm.

"Anything for you, anything." Obi Wan replied, his voice choked.

Qui Gon's hands drew him down for a gentle kiss, followed by gentle words. "I want you. Want to feel
you inside of me."

Obi Wan's answer was a kiss. It was hard and passionate. Qui Gon simply opened himself to his
apprentice, letting him take what he needed. The tension in Obi Wan eased at Qui Gon's surrender. His
caresses slowed, became less demanding, then tender, then reverent. A gentle touch of their lips, he
broke contact, a second gentle touch.


"Qui Gon," Obi Wan was resting on one elbow, staring into his master's face, fingers tracing his master's
lower lip. "I love you, too."

"I know, Padawan. I know."

Reassured, Obi Wan gave him a last brief kiss, before rising and heading for the bathroom. There had to
be something appropriate. He looked at bottle after bottle. When had they acquired so many bath
additives, he wondered. He had more or less given up when his master's voice sounded in his mind.

*Cooking oil.*

*What?*

*Vegetable oil, for cooking.*

*Won't that be messy?*

*Sheets can be washed, Obi Wan. And so can bodies.*

Obi Wan hurried to the kitchen, returned with vegetable oil. He knelt on the edge of the bed, between
his master's legs. Suddenly, he felt very awkward.

Qui Gon sat up. Kissed him. "We do not have to do this if you do not want to."

"Not want to. How could I not want to?" He wrapped his arms around Qui Gon's shoulders, hugging him
briefly. "You are incredible. Beautiful, desirable. I just don't want to hurt you."

"We'll take our time. I promise I'll tell you if it hurts or if I want you to stop. But you must also agree to
stop if you need to."

Obi Wan nodded. A long finger brushed gently along his jawline. "Good. Would this be easier if I were
on my hands and knees?"

"Probably."

A brief kiss and then Qui Gon turned over. His knees were slightly apart and he rested not on his hands,
but on his forearms, causing his body to slope downward.

Obi Wan reached out and placed his hands as far up on Qui Gon's back as he could manage. Then he
pulled them slowly back. He was trembling. Forefingers traced lightly along the edges of his master's
parted cheeks. Then he opened the bottle. He poured it liberally over his hand and over Qui Gon. Using
a single finger he lightly traced Qui Gon's opening. He did nothing else until Qui Gon's hips pushed
backward. He pushed the finger forward slightly, easing into the man before him. He could sense Qui
Gon draw the force to him, use it to relax the muscles surrounding Obi Wan's finger. Obi Wan rotated
his hand, pushing further inside as he did so. When his finger was all the way in, he stroked the
encompassing flesh, seeking the spot he had read about. He connected. Qui Gon called out, his hips
jerking.

"Easy, love."

"What was that?"

"Your prostate." Obi Wan repeated the caress, effectively ending the conversation.

Obi Wan began to slide the finger in and out. When Qui Gon seemed to become comfortable with the
sensation, he added a second finger, working more of the oil into his master as he did so. Soon, Qui
Gon was rocking his hips, seeking out those fingers.

Qui Gon groaned. "More, please."

"Are you sure?" Obi Wan had to ask.

"Yes. Please. Obi Wan."

Obi Wan withdrew his fingers. He coated himself thoroughly with the oil. He rested one hand on the
small of Qui Gon's back, while the other positioned his glistening cock. He paused, feeling overwhelmed
by the reality of what was happening. He had occasionally wondered what it would be like to be inside of
someone else, but he had never really believed he would ever have the experience, certainly not like this,
not with Qui Gon.

His master reached for him across their bond, an unvoiced inquiry.

*I'm fine.* He pushed forward, slowly. Qui Gon pulled away. Obi Wan drew back.

"It's okay. Don't stop."

"I won't hurt you."

"I'm not hurt." Qui Gon opened his mind, inviting Obi Wan in. *Will this help?*

Obi Wan didn't respond directly. He simply resumed his forward motion. He could feel the stretching
sensations his actions were creating in Qui Gon. His master was breathing hard.

Obi Wan was awed by the depth of feeling reaching him. Longing and desire mixed with vulnerability and
a twinge of fear. Love. Want. Qui Gon wanted this. Wanted him. He felt exposed, opened. He was
offering himself, giving himself to the young man behind him, inside him.

Obi Wan wanted to offer himself in return. He flooded their link with his own emotions. He felt honored,
by his master's trust, by his master's love. He sent his adoration, his respect, his lust.

Not fully aware of his own actions, he began to move. Physical sensations mixed with emotions, blurred
into an overpowering urgency. Qui Gon was moving with him. Their rhythm drawing them further
together.

He thrust forward again, caressing his master. For that is what it was, he realized, an incredibly intimate
caress. Qui Gon was trembling. Obi Wan reached around and took hold of Qui Gon's cock. Qui
Gon moaned his name, again and again. Obi Wan responded by increasing the speed of this thrusts.

Then they were coming.

Obi Wan rested, lying his cheek against his master's back. Gradually, his trembling subsided.

*Obi Wan.*

Obi Wan withdrew from his master. Stretched out alongside him on the bed. Qui Gon immediately
buried his head in Obi Wan's chest. He was shaking. One arm tightened around Qui Gon, while his
other hand stroked Qui Gon's hair.

Unable to contain his worry, he voiced it. "Are you okay?"

"Yes." The answer was muffled. "It was just a little more intense than I was expecting, that's all."

'It was intense." Obi Wan said warmly, hugging him tightly. "I love you."

"And I you." Qui Gon raised his head from Obi Wan's chest. "We're fools you know."

"Us?"

"Not us, Padawan. The Jedi. Foolish to deny this."

"Yes," Obi Wan agreed.

Qui Gon kissed him lazily, then snuggled up against him, his eyes drifting shut. Obi Wan was almost
asleep when Qui Gon's voice pulled him momentarily back to full consciousness.

"Obi Wan."

"Yes, Master."

"I enjoyed it."

Obi Wan's arms tightened around him. "Me too." Within moments they were both asleep

A growling stomach roused Obi Wan. He smiled down at the head resting on his chest. Qui Gon was
still asleep. He stroked his hair again. He enjoyed this, being able to bestow these small caresses.

Qui Gon stirred. Eyes opening, he smiled at his apprentice.

"It's dinner time."

Qui Gon checked his internal time sense. "So it is."

"It would probably seem odd if we don't go to the dining hall."

Qui Gon nodded. "But we should shower first." His padawan grinned. "Separately." Obi Wan's face
fell. "If we shower together, we'll never get there."

Obi Wan sighed. "You're right. I'll go first. I'm sure you could use the extra rest."

Qui Gon grinned. "I could at that. And while I'm showering you can change the sheets."

tbc.