Riding the Wheel of If

Episode Eleven

 

 

The Jedi Temple was quiet... much too quiet... and Obi-Wan was reminded of the reality where he found Qui-Gon alone in the Temple, the last of all the Jedi... and the prisoner of a madly powerful Xanatos - so unlike the Xanatos Obi-Wan had just left. But there was no debris here, no signs of long neglect or disaster. And, though quiet, the Temple was not empty, for he could feel other Force-signatures here, though fewer than might be expected.

 

As he had before, the reality-traveling Knight put his 'saber away and drew his hood up over his head, intending to move stealthily through the silent Temple, hopefully to find Master Yoda and find out what was going on here. As he walked, he began to encounter other Jedi, who also wore their hoods up, moving quietly as if afraid to wake something up. Obi-Wan saw not a single face and no one seemed to see him much less were curious about him. That could mean... many things.

 

On his guard, he came to the central dining hall, thinking he could likely just blend in for a while until he saw someone familiar. He set his pack down in a corner, then stepped to the end of the serving line. He had a tray in hand and was reaching for a piece of fruit when he heard a rustling noise. Looking, he was surprised to see that everyone else in the crowded room was bent low in a bow facing the door. Hastily Obi-Wan bent, too, then he glanced up out of the edge of his hood to see what had drawn such obeisance from the throng of Jedi.

 

He caught only a glimpse of a flowing dark brown robe and large hands fisted on hips. But the boots he also caught a glimpse of. He knew those boots. Then Obi-Wan felt a wave of Force shudder through the room. It was not unpleasant, but curiously beneficent like warmth without personal caring. And marked with power.

 

"My Jedi," a deep voice murmured, thick with pleasure, then there was an answering wave of warmth back toward the man who had spoken, rather more intense. "As you were."

 

Then the Jedi around Obi-Wan straightened and went right back to collecting their meals or eating. He straightened as well, intending to look at who he knew was Qui-Gon when he realized with a shock that this version of his beloved Master was coming right for him.

 

"Obi-Wan, is it?" the beautiful voice murmured, and a hand immediately came out to gently clasp his chin, turning his face up.

 

Obi-Wan gaped with shock at Qui-Gon, but... this was somehow more than Qui-Gon, a Jedi Master graced with an almost supernatural, glowing beauty, his eyes luminescent like moonlit dark blue pools. His face was completely unlined, his hair and beard bearing not a trace of gray, yet there was an inexplicable gravity of age about him... or was it agelessness?

 

"Y...yes," Obi-Wan answered, noting also that Qui-Gon's hair was unusually lush and full, flowing well past his shoulders, past even his waist. // Am I in the presence of... a god? // he wondered, stunned by this transformation of his master.

 

Then Qui-Gon smiled, and Obi-Wan felt the blessing of the Force bloom in his heart like the loving caress of a parent and the forgiveness of one wronged. "You are not one of mine," Qui-Gon said, still holding his chin, but looking at him with evident pleasure. "Lovely..."

 

Obi-Wan blushed, feeling like his feet had been ripped right out of him, not knowing how to approach this... this... "No, sir, I am not from this reality," he admitted, then with a quick glance around, he realized something that he should have noticed.

 

There were no Masters. Only Qui-Gon Jinn wore the traditional dark brown Master's robe; all others, young or old, wore the lighter brown like Obi-Wan wore. // Uh-oh... what does THAT mean? // "Ah, how did you know that I..."

 

"That's you're not from this reality?" Qui-Gon nodded, not in the least disturbed at finding a Jedi from another alternate universe in what Obi-Wan was realizing was his, Qui-Gon's Temple. He noted another detail, not knowing whether to be disturbed by it or not. Qui-Gon's clothes were not made of the usual homespun fabric but of a flowing, satiny, silken material that clung to his body. "I know the Force-signatures of all of my own. And all minds are quite open to me. You've been looking for me, Obi-Wan."

 

Obi-Wan was dead certain this was NOT the Qui-Gon he was hoping to find. "Er, I..."

 

The other laughed, a musical sound from deep in his chest. "I do not mean me, lovely Obi, but you do seek Qui-Gon, do you not?" His hand came up to lay against the Knight's chest as he neared, smiling.

 

"Yes," Obi-Wan replied, then noticed that somehow Qui-Gon had gotten him to move considerably closer to the door. When had that happened? Around them Jedi had carefully averted glances as if they were not allowed to casually look upon the Presence. "I lost my Master to the Sith on Naboo before I could tell him... that I loved him." The other's light touch on his chest felt like a caress, calming him. Distantly he wondered if he should be worried.

 

"Yes, and you've been hoping to find a reality with a lonely Qui-Gon who perhaps has lost his Obi-Wan..."

 

The Knight stared at the godlike Jedi, stunned. Then a large hand was steering him out the door. "Come, let us talk," Qui-Gon murmured, leading him away.

 

"How... how did you know?" Obi-Wan asked when they'd reached a room that would have been the Council Chambers in most other realities, but instead was apparently this Qui-Gon's own living area. The Coruscant sky as seen through the tall - one way? - windows was just as busy with traffic as Obi-Wan had remembered in his own reality. The room, however, was decorated simply though comfortably, all greens and browns, nearly a garden in itself as plants crowded the walls and fit between pieces of furniture. Here, as most everywhere, Qui-Gon was evidently a strong Living Force adept.

 

"Don't laugh, sweet Obi, but the Force revealed it to me," Qui-Gon murmured behind him, a hand to the Knight's waist. When Obi-Wan turned to gape at him, he added with a teasing tone, "Or perhaps I am the Force? You do not deny the Force has been guiding you?"

 

// HE is the Force? // Obi-Wan gazed at the beautiful incarnation of his master, now possibly an incarnation... of the Force itself? Could it be? Was that why he was a god, the Jedi Master to these Jedi? "Why are there no other Masters here?" he could not help but ask, shook by this Qui-Gon's knowledge of who he was and his journeys.

 

The smile only deepened, and the large hands slid more firmly around the waist of the Knight, drawing him close. His scent, subtly Qui-Gon but somehow so much more, was intoxicating, his sheer magnificent presence potent. "Because there can be only One. One Jedi Master, one Sith Master... that is how it is. The Sith has his own followers, his own Temple."

 

"You know the Sith here?" Another surprise! Obi-Wan wondered whether he should be alarmed; in several of the realities Palpatine's true identity was not yet known.

 

Obi-Wan found himself sliding his hands up the Master's arms, drinking in the obvious desire in the other's touch and look. He wanted to know more about this reality, but the heat that was beginning in his groin seemed to have a mind of its own, and it wanted this Qui-Gon, and badly.

 

The tall Jedi bent to his ear, not to speak into it, but to lave the shell of the Knight's ear with his tongue. Obi-Wan found himself holding on, his knees going weak. "Of course I know Palpatine, the Sith Master... he has his Empire on his side of the galaxy, and I have my Republic on mine. We have a balance that assures peace between us. I think even you would be impressed..."

 

"Ohhhh..." Obi-Wan moaned, sliding his hands into the long mane, wanting more of that talented tongue. "Peace between the Jedi and Sith? But... but the Sith are evil, of the Dark Side..."

 

Qui-Gon had deftly unfastened Obi-Wan's belt and sash, fingers finding and loosening the ties of his tunics as he moved down to lick at the Knight's throat. "But Obi-Wan, the Force is One. There is no Dark or Light..."

 

Between the Jedi Master's tongue, hands, and sheer masculine potency, Obi-Wan recognized that he was losing his own restraint rapidly. He was being seduced by a powerful entity, an expert in pushing all his buttons. The words Qui-Gon was saying were startling, but as yet they were only astonishing, not threatening. Obi-Wan knew that in fact the Force was One, that Dark or Light Side, it was all still the Force... and he knew that the perception of the Sith as evil could be just that... a perception... // Yet the Sith on Naboo was evil incarnate... //

 

Then the Master's tongue was in his mouth, and his brain fairly short-circuited. Obi-Wan kissed back every bit as deeply, wanting this Qui-Gon, wanting everything he could get from him, wanting his tongue, wanting his cock deep inside, possessing him. What few protestations were still floating around in his mind scattered and disappeared, swept away in the moment's urgency.

 

His tunics were pushed off him, boots pulled off, leggings pulled down until he lay naked and sprawled in the center of the large bed, already tingling from the heavenly, caressing touch of the Jedi Master. Gasping, Obi-Wan levered himself up on his elbows to watch Qui-Gon disrobe, although it seemed that the shimmery, silken fabrics covering him simply melted away, leaving golden, glistening skin, gleaming as if anointed with oil.

 

As Qui-Gon knelt between his legs, reaching up to free the mass of dark hair, Obi-Wan indeed could believe he beheld a god. Everything about him said "Qui-Gon" but at the same time, everything said "More". Qui-Gon magnified and Magnified. Then the luminescent pools of the god's eyes fixed on his. The Knight's mouth went dry, the intensity of that supernatural gaze searing straight through him.

 

"Do you want me, Obi-Wan?" the deep voice sang through his being. The touch and sound carried the Knight into another level of consciousness, it seemed, where everything, not just Qui-Gon, was MORE, even when he touched himself. It was like a deeply meditative trance where the Force breathed his very being, and he breathed the Force.

 

"Oh, yes," he sighed, submitting to the energies of the universe, the Force he had communed with his whole life, assenting to a higher communion yet. Then the Master lowered himself onto him, and the embrace of the god's body sent the first tsunami of sensation through his being. Obi-Wan welcomed it, all his fears and concerns melting away. "Love me..."

 

His mouth was seized and the invading tongue was a hot wire sending a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. It stoked a fire in his core that began to burn steadily, growing a pressure that eventually would have to be released. Everywhere the Master suckled, kissed, stroked him, Obi-Wan burned brighter, yielding in passion to the irresistible lure of the Force itself.

 

When he was entered, he felt an influx of power that left him gasping, sheer energy racing through his veins, dancing through his sinews, the Force everywhere in him, inside and out. He drowned in the Master's eyes, felt the hot gaze sear his soul indelibly. While the rivers of satin hair caressed his limbs, the fiery length of the Master's member thrust strongly into his being. Obi-Wan, his mind splintered into a thousand, brilliant crystals, felt every powerful stroke as a repetitive marking of mind, body, soul. Marked forever. Marked as... His.

 

When the eruption exploded the first time, Obi-Wan, even as he screamed his passion, wondered distantly if he was dying. Becoming One with the Force had just acquired a whole new meaning. But the thought did not stay in his mind long; nothing did, only the pure sensing into which he was willingly trapped.

 

It was a long night.

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When Obi-Wan woke and realized his brain was back in working order, he found himself in a large bed underneath soft covers... nestled against the broad chest of the Jedi Master Qui-Gon, wrapped in arms and soft, silken hair. Awed, he raised his head and looked into the beautiful deep pools of the Master's eyes. The Knight remembered...

 

"Yes..." Qui-Gon breathed, smiling with an expression of deep satisfaction. "You have shared a night of shattering sex with a god. You are exquisite, so vibrant with passion."

 

One word in there pulled Obi-Wan to full, sharp awareness. He withdrew from the clasp of arms and hair and sat up, looking down at the breathtakingly beautiful, naked man in whose arms he had lain. "You even refer to yourself as a god," he pointed out, narrowing his eyes.

 

Qui-Gon did not seem perturbed in the least at the accusation. "But I am in many ways, Obi-Wan. Was not the sex we shared beyond anything you've ever experienced?"

 

Obi-Wan looked away. "Yes." Then he made himself look at the other again. "You're powerful and magnetic, Qui-Gon. The other Jedi clearly revere you. That does not make you omnipotent." He glanced around, locating his clothes quickly, and noting with relief that his lightsaber was lying beside them. He left the bed slowly, backing away a little. Something was not right here, though he had no real evidence of that. He remembered again about the Jedi and Sith apparently co-existing peacefully in this galaxy. That thought alone disturbed him deeply.

 

"You do not know..." Qui-Gon murmured, sitting up. Then he clapped his hands sharply, twice. Immediately the door to the large chamber opened and two men entered, dressed in skimpy, clinging clothing that the Knight would have thought would be better suited for... pleasure slaves. Then he recognized the two men and his mouth went dry.

 

Xanatos... and Mace Windu. The former, his loose black hair nearly down to his waist, moved toward the large bed in a sort of slinky slither, smiling serenely. He glanced at Obi-Wan in a sort of knowing leer, then looked back at the Master, still with the same smile. Mace, his dark skin gleaming as if oiled, paused inside the door, muscles rippling. He had eyes only for the Master... dark, hungry eyes...

 

"My Master," Xanatos murmured, then sank to his knees and bowed low, his forehead touching the ground.

 

"We have a guest, Xani," Qui-Gon chuckled with evident fondness. "His name is Obi-Wan. Tell him what I am, won't you?"

 

As Obi-Wan gaped, Xanatos rose smoothly to his feet and approached him. "Obi-Wan..." He smiled deeper, regarding the Knight's nudity as one would admire a beautifully sculpted statue. "Qui-Gon is our Master and our God of the Force. We serve him and he gives us all we need and loves us well." A gleam came into his eye at this last, and Obi-Wan had no doubt that "loves us well" included what Qui-Gon had rightly called "shattering sex".

 

"So you are an incarnation of the Force itself?" Obi-Wan asked the Master, unnerved, his heart pounding. Something told him he may have a hard time escaping this reality. And the reality-switching lightsaber was in his pack, left carelessly back in the dining hall. Though he did not as yet see anything wrong per se, this whole situation was still so unreal, so unbelievable. // I should not be surprised at anything, // he scolded himself, trying to keep calm. // After seeing Yoda in hot pink... // "Am I in this reality as one of your sex slaves somewhere? Where is Yoda?"

 

Mace came forward then, performing the low bow as well, but then rising to step behind Xanatos, slipping his arms around the younger man's waist. He peered over Xani's shoulder at the Knight, smiling in that same damnable calm way. "Yes, yes, and who is Yoda?"

 

// Qui-Gon Jinn, God of the Force. Right. Oh... shit. // "So I am here?" He turned to Qui-Gon, who still lay relaxed and displayed on the bed. He averted his eyes from the sight of the impressive penis laying half-hard against the "god's" belly.

 

Qui-Gon waved his hand airily, his eyes gazing rather more at Obi-Wan's body than on his face. "Somewhere... not on Coruscant, though. There is no Yoda here." He uncurled off the bed then, and approached the Knight. "You could stay here and be loved as well, Obi-Wan," he murmured, his voice low and seductive. "Consider it..."

 

Obi-Wan found himself sandwiched between Xanatos and Qui-Gon, their hands on his body, caressing, fondling. Even Mace reached past Xani to touch him. Again the Knight felt the seductive power wash over him, felt and smelled the intoxicating allure. "I... I don't know," he murmured, faltering.

 

With dismay he thought of a couple realities ago when he did want to stay, when another Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan both loved him and he them... did they survive Naboo? He would never know. The Force - this Force, even - had drawn him away from there as surely as this Qui-Gon-god was drawing him into this seductive web of desire.

 

His hands seemed to move of their own volition, and he was touching them as he was being touched. In moments he found himself kissing Xanatos, one hand buried in his hair while Mace was fondling his hip and Qui-Gon was licking along the nape of his neck...

 

Then he felt it. There was... something... on Xanatos's neck, right where his Padawan braid - if they'd even had such a thing here - would have once grown. Obi-Wan rose abruptly out of the sex-soaked fugue, pulling his mouth away. He roughly turned Xanatos's head to the side so he could see what he'd felt. "What... what's this?" He touched a small, dark blue metallic disk behind the man's ear.

 

"The Favor," Xanatos replied serenely. "I believe the Master wishes to bless you with it as well."

 

Obi-Wan didn't want to know anymore. Of course, it was some kind of implant, some device which controlled the Jedi or suppressed their will. // Knew there was a catch, // he thought with a gulp, pulling away from their arms. // No wonder they all wear their hoods up! // To his amazement, they did not try to stop him.

 

The Knight was half-dressed when Qui-Gon came over and laid his hands gently on his arm and back. Obi-Wan froze. "Did you think I would force you to accept my Favor, Obi-Wan? I told you, you are not mine. Though if you wanted it, it would be yours."

 

The touch was soothing, a balm to his shock. But Obi-Wan knew all too well that he could never be truly happy in the service of a... a... god, no matter how sexually satiated he could hope to be in such a service. Or happy, fulfilled... "I think you know I cannot accept, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan murmured, stepping away from the touch and resuming dressing. "You were right, you're not the Qui-Gon I hope to find."

 

Qui-Gon folded his arms, but remained within reach. "I know about your lightsaber," he informed him quietly. "Not this one, I mean the other."

 

The Knight froze yet again. He still didn't know what to make of this Qui-Gon - was he a demented, powerful madman like that one Xanatos had been? A benevolent dictator? If there was no Dark or Light here, was he just as the Sith Master was? Or was he indeed an incarnation of the very Force which had sent him from reality to reality? If he knew about the lightsaber...

 

"What of it?" he asked, trying to sound casual. He finished fastening belt and sash and reached for his boots.

 

"When the time comes, you will be able to break it. When you are ready to stop."

 

Obi-Wan turned to look at him. The beautiful, godlike Qui-Gon merely returned the gaze with what looked like love behind the calm exterior. All the Knight could do was nod at that. He broke the gaze after a long minute and bent to pull on his boots. When he was done, he attached the lightsaber to his belt and looked back at Qui-Gon again. "I do not know whether to thank you, care for you, hate you, try to stop your enslavement of the Jedi... or just leave. I don't think I could stop you..."

 

He glanced over at Mace and Xanatos again, who stood in each other's arms, apparently awaiting their Master to finish his business with the stranger so they could take him to bed. They were not looking at Obi-Wan, but steadily at the Jedi Master. Favored. Enslaved. // Yet Qui-Gon is letting me go... I think. //

 

"No, that is quite beyond you," Qui-Gon admitted. "There is something however you do not know that would perhaps ease your mind. My Jedi know they are slaves... they have chosen to come here and accept the Favor. It is a great honor to be offered the Favor in the Republic."

 

Obi-Wan realized he had not seen any children, either. "Chosen when? As adults? Are they Force-sensitive?"

 

Mace and Xanatos looked puzzled. Qui-Gon smiled, gesturing reassurance to them. "Obi-Wan, all are Force-sensitive here. Everyone. Yes, as adults they apply for the Favor and if deemed worthy, are accepted. And just as in your original reality, they serve the Republic and bring peace, all under my guardianship. The devices that we refer to as ' my Favor' are actually communication devices, not a device to control. So you see... all is not as you believe them to be. Do you still think me so cruel?"

 

The Knight shook his head, but he felt so confused that he had no words with which to respond. It might take a lifetime figuring out the whole truth behind this reality. What were those disks? Were they really only for communication? // Right. Qui-Gon could be lying, of course. // "I... I have to go."

 

"Indeed," Qui-Gon murmured, sounding almost for a moment like the Qui-Gon he'd known. "You will find your Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan Kenobi. And if you take anything away from this reality, take this..." The Master neared again, laying a hand against his chest. "Do not be so quick to judge. I am guiding you... and I do love you."

 

Then before Obi-Wan could say or do anything, Qui-Gon took his face in his hands and kissed him a last time, deeply. A voice spoke gently into his mind: // Accept this as a promise from the Qui-Gon you will discover... //

 

Obi-Wan trembled and allowed the kiss, still susceptible to the god's potency, but too confused to resist. Then he was released and turned to face the door. "Go now. I will be with you," Qui-Gon replied, then turned to go back to his lovers. The words struck Obi-Wan in his soul. Not "The Force will be with you," but "I will be with you." Then it was true...

 

The Knight departed from the chamber without a glance back, fearful that he might lose his resolve if in the presence of that strange, sexually charged power one moment more. // Mere men are not made to live like this with their... gods... though the call is a powerful one... //

 

He made it to the garden without any interruptions, even after retrieving his pack, which had been exactly where he'd left it in the dining hall the night before. There had been many Jedi in the hallways of the Temple, their hoods covering their faces and the Favor, all serenely going about their business, serving the Force in the person of the majestic Qui-Gon Jinn.

 

Settling into a meditative posture, Obi-Wan took a minute to compose himself, then he raised the lightsaber. Activating it, he thought he felt a quick brush of something across his lips before he disappeared.

 

 

 

Eliz-Mar Von

 

 

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