You enter the chamber quietly. The first thing you notice is the lighting, or rather the lack of it. The dimly lit room has a calming effect on you. Standing near the center, you hear the whisper of cloth brushing the floor behind you. His deep voice washes over you, seeping into your skin like a warm balm.

"Good evening. I'm happy you could be here." Qui-Gon's breath is soft on the nape of your neck. Chills run down your spine as he presses soft kisses on your skin.

"It's always a pleasure to spend time with you," you answer, your double meaning evident. He chuckles softly.

"Yes it is," he agrees. "I would like to try something new tonight, if you don't mind."

You smile, remembering the last time he said that to you. "Of course. Whatever you like."

He turns you slowly, easing his hands to your waist. "Do you trust me?" he asks you.

"Implicitly."

"Are you sure?" he asks again.

"Yes Qui-Gon," you answer, "I trust you."

He kisses you deeply then, pulling you into his large frame. Then you feel it, a nudge at your consciousness. He pulls away slowly, gazing deeply into your eyes.

"You will not resist," he says softly.

"I will not resist," you repeat, vaguely realizing this was what the Jedi mind-trick felt like. Not that you needed it. He starts to undo the fastenings to your gown. The silk slides easily off your body and soon you are nude in his embrace.

"You will relax," he says, taking you into his arms.

"I will relax." He lays you gently on the large sleeping mat.

"You will tell us if you wish for us to stop."

"Qui-Gon," you breathe, "I don't want you to stop."

He smiles then and waves his hand over you. "Close your eyes." You do and are immediately rewarded with another soft kiss. "Do not move," he says as he runs his hands over your body, starting with light touches at your shoulders running down to the soft skin of your ankles. His mouth soon follows, raining kisses on your face and cheeks, trailing them down your neck, over your shoulders, onto your breasts.

"Do you like this?" he asks. You just nod, murmuring something unintelligible. His deep chuckle rumbles through you again just before his mouth closes on one of your nipples. You want to run your hands through his hair, tangling your fingers in its softness but your arms refuse to obey. You then realize this is the Jedi equivalent to being tied up, only far more erotic.

"Qui-Gon…" you murmur feeling his warm skin pressed against you. His hands… Oh God, his hands were everywhere now, touching and teasing you. He flicked the rosy nipple lightly, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. He starts to suckle again, shifting his body off to one side. You start to protest, then realize your other nipple is now being attended to. Then you remember his words:

You will tell us if you wish for us to stop. Us, he said.

"I believe you remember my apprentice, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan... images flash through your mind. You remembered watching them both spar once, stripped to the waist, sweat gleaming on their beautiful bodies. The first thing that you noticed about him was his smile. It was a devilish grin that revealed a naughty side of him. You teased him when Qui-Gon knocked him on his nicely shaped behind. He gave you that smile then, and you almost melted.

He teases you now, lapping your now throbbing nipple and stroking your leg lightly, sending new shivers through you. You sigh loudly, wanting to grab his braid, and pull him up to your lips. Your arms won't cooperate, and you lay motionless under their sensual ministrations. One of them chuckles then; you believe it was Obi-Wan and you are thoroughly kissed moments later. He kisses differently than Qui-Gon, you think. Not better or worse, just differently. Qui-Gon's kisses are softer, deeper. Obi-Wan's mouth ravishes yours. He licks your lips now, and traces your jaw with his tongue. His hard shaft is pressing insistently against your hip.

"Patience my young padawan," Qui-Gon says softly. "After all, we have all night."

Obi-Wan murmurs against your throat, "Yes master."

They roll you over gently, and Qui-Gon begins to massage your back, tickling your shoulder blades with his beard. He is straddling your body and you feel his hardness rubbing the small of your back. He leans forward to kiss the nape of your neck again and his hair gently strokes your skin, a whisper-soft kiss. His hands again are everywhere, smoothing muscles you didn't know were tight, stroking your skin light enough to drive you mad. You purr your contentment.

Obi-Wan is lying on his side next to you, propped on one arm, with one of your hands in his. He is torturing you, brushing your fingertips with the tip of his nose, nipping gently at the soft skin of your wrist, breathing softly on the back of your hand, kissing the palm softly, repeatedly. He flicks his tongue against your fingertips, nibbling them lightly before taking each finger individually into his mouth, sucking them softly, hinting to you what the rest of the evening would hold.

"Qui-Gon," you breathe.

Qui-Gon purrs, "Yes, love?"

"I want..." you can barely put the words together.

"You want..." he repeats, rolling you onto your back again, your shoulders cradled in Obi-Wan's lap.

"Please," you whisper. You know he is smiling now.

"As you wish," he answers, lowering his body onto yours.

You moan loudly as Qui-Gon enters you. He covers your mouth with his, swallowing your moans, his tongue dueling with yours. His hips set a rhythm you would gladly mimic, if he would let you. As it is, his hands guide your hips to his, skimming over your now sweaty skin. He showers you with more kisses, his breathing coming in harsh bursts. He bites your neck now, letting his legendary restraint slip just a bit. He marks you, not that you care. Or ever have before. You are overwhelmed by one desire. You want to, need to touch this man.

Obi-Wan seems to sense this and takes your hands in his. Thinking he will help you satisfy your need, you let him guide your hands. He starts by running them through Qui-Gon's lovely hair, gently pulling your fingers through the snarls caused by your activities. He then moves your hands higher. Before you know it, the padawan is stroking his chest with your hands, running your fingers over his flat male nipples, guiding them around his waist to the small of his back. His sighs reach your ears, as do his shivers from your touch. He lowers his head to your hands, tracing the shape of your fingers with his tongue. You're touching his face now, feeling his lashes against your fingertips, dusting his cheeks with them. He's shaking now with his own desire and another throaty moan escapes his barely parted lips.

Qui-Gon is moving faster now and you know he is as close to his climax as you are to yours. His moans are like music, breathed reverently against your neck. He's very close now, you can feel his muscles tighten, his hands gripping your hips harder.

"Gods...." he gasps, thrusting deeply into you. You feel yourself tighten around him, milking him for every drop, screaming his name. Obi-Wan still holds your hands, pressed hard against his chest. He collapses on you, his breathing harsh. You realize suddenly you are free to move and you wrap your arms around the Jedi Master. He presses another gentle kiss on your mouth and rolls to one side. You then notice Obi-Wan is now seated across from you with the same naughty smile on his lips. You both give him a questioning glance. He takes the end of his braid between his fingers and runs it suggestively against his lips. Seeing Qui-Gon's amusement, you start to speak.

"Don't worry. As my master reminded me, we do have all night."

You roll onto your back as Obi-Wan slowly rises to his feet. Glancing at his master, he smiles and says to you, "I'll return shortly." Turning, he gives you a wonderful view of his backside. You find yourself staring at him, watching the sleek muscles move under his skin. He feels you watching him and starts to swagger just a bit, chuckling at your soft gasp. Giving you one more sly grin, he leaves the room.

You lay back, pillowing your head on Qui-Gon's arm. His breathing is a bit calmer now, and he pulls you closer to him, enjoying the warmth of your body in the now cooling room. You curl up on your side, stroking his broad chest with your hand, tracing the outline of his flat nipples with a delicate fingernail. He starts to chuckle then, catching your hand in his and you then realize it.

By the stars, Qui-gon is ticklish!

You pull away slightly and start to stroke him in earnest. Qui-Gon weakly tries to fight off your attack, then surrenders in a heap, chuckling loudly. You laugh too, laying your head on his chest, feeling his rumbling laughter in you too. He takes your hand and raises it to his lips. "You will not do that again," he says with a smile.

"Like hell I won't," you answer, tweaking his nipple with your teeth. You lay together a while longer, wondering where Obi-Wan went. Qui-Gon starts to ask about his padawan when he reenters the room, a small box in hand.

Obi-Wan kneels next to you both wearing the same devilish smile. "Do you trust me Master?" he asks Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon smiles. "Of course my padawan."

Obi-Wan looks into your eyes. "Do you trust her Master?" he says.

Qui-Gon's answer echoes your own. "Implicitly."

Obi-Wan winks at you then turns to his Master. Waving his hand over Qui-Gon's eyes, he says softly, "You will not resist."

You drink in the lines of Qui-Gon’s body, lying quietly in front of you. Obi-Wan is watching his master carefully, just a hint of a smile on his lips. "You will not move… yet," he says softly.

"Yet," his master replies.

You say, "Close your eyes, love." He does, a smile on his lips. You look at Obi-Wan, wondering what he has in mind. Obi-Wan meets your gaze, then you hear his voice in your head.

What are you waiting for?

You flinch slightly, giggling. "How…"

He places a finger on your lips. I know how nice it is to be surprised. He’s all yours… for now. You start to speak again. Don’t worry, I’ll join you in a bit. He casts a quick glance at the small box he carried in, then leans back on his arms. Go ahead.

You lick your lips, wondering where to start. This is the first time you’ve ever had him helpless, and you plan on taking advantage of it. Starting with his ankles, you methodically taste his skin, giving him love bites just behind his knees, flicking your tongue along the inside his thighs. He shudders, moaning. You glance at Obi-Wan, who gives you an encouraging grin. Obviously he’s keeping the master immobile and enjoying every moment of it. You turn your attentions back to Qui-Gon and resume your exploration. His shaft is not quite hard enough yet. You tsk, this will not do, you think, taking it into your mouth, tasting him, sucking him, nipping the round tip lightly. Qui-Gon lets out a shout that echoes off the chamber walls. Obi-Wan chuckles then, and you give him a look of triumph.

"Careful, my padawan," Qui-Gon says through ragged breaths. "I am a bit stronger than you."

"Perhaps master," Obi-Wan replies, "but not both of us." He gives you an encouraging glance. Go ahead

You straddle Qui-Gon, stroking yourself with his now-throbbing shaft. He starts to sigh softly, his eyelids fluttering. "Love," he sighs softly.

"Yes, Qui-Gon," you whisper, brushing light kisses along his jaw.

"Please love," he murmurs. You trace his lips with your tongue, before kissing him deeply. Your own control is wearing thin. You nibble his lips, touching your tongue to his lightly. "I can’t…" he starts, but you cut him off by gently lowering yourself onto his cock.

He moans loudly now, struggling against the invisible bonds. He won’t be helpless for long, you think. Leaning back, you take his length into you, sighing your pleasure. You rock forward, then back, rubbing lightly against him, purring his name. His breath is ragged now, he begs you for another kiss. You laugh huskily. "Patience, my master."

You then feel Obi-Wan behind you, cupping your breasts in his hands, rubbing his own insistent shaft against the small of your back. You turn slightly and kiss him then, guiding his hands with your own, while starting to ride your captive master. Keeping one hand captive at your breast, you guide the padawan’s other hand slowly down your belly to the soft triangle of curls that tease his master. His kisses are more insistent now, fiercer, more demanding. He breaks away from your mouth, biting your neck lightly at first, then with more urgency as his control begins to fade.

You then find yourself crushed between the two men, Qui-Gon demanding your lips, Obi-Wan nipping your shoulders and back. You move against Qui-Gon almost violently, all pretense of control gone. He moans your name with every thrust, guiding your hips against his, your body tightly against his. You forget everything now, overcome with everything about this man, this moment. You scream his name as you climax and he roughly pulls you away from his apprentice, rolling you on your back. He rides long and hard then, all of his famed Jedi restraint gone. You feel a second orgasm coming on and try holding back, wanting to come with him. You feel him in your mind now. Come… come…

You collapse together in a tangle of arms and legs, sweaty and gasping. His head is pillowed between your breasts, his breath hot and ragged on your skin. You feel sleep overtaking you when you realize Obi-Wan is no longer on the bed mat with you. Qui-Gon is looking towards the doorway, where his apprentice is pulling his tight leggings on.

"Where are you going?" you ask Obi-Wan.

He gives you a naughty grin again. Donning his dark cloak, he walks back to you and gives you a deep kiss. Then he picks up the box and turns to the doorway. "I have an engagement with a healer tonight. She will not like it if I am late."

You smile back, then glance at the box. He raises an elegant eyebrow. "Perhaps another time." He winks at you, bows to his master, and leaves you both to your rest.

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