Riding the Wheel of If
Episode Six
The bang of re-entry was lost
in a sea of noise, coming from the cross-corridor just ahead, which led to the
garden. Obi-Wan stumbled, then shook his head,
regaining his balance and equilibrium. He pulled up his hood and made his way
outside to get his bearings, and found a surprise. The garden of this new world
was wholly dissimilar to the one he had just departed. The trees were thick
with streamers, colored lanterns hung from barely-visible threads, a band
played on a dais not far away. Obi-Wan simply stood in the doorway and goggled.
A line of dancers approached
him and he turned away quickly, hurrying back through the door. Once back
inside the
The walls were thick with
flowers, the ceilings obscured by chains of golden hoops, paper hearts, mock
birds, origami bells, dialedas... oh. It suddenly
occurred to him what he was seeing: every wedding symbol he'd ever encountered,
plus a few that were new but recognizable. It appeared that someone was to be
married.
He walked to the end of the hall
and pushed through a screen of beads. The grand promenade was thickly crowded
with Jedi in festive clothing. They mingled together, sharing drinks, food, laughter. Lots of laughter. One
particular laugh drew his attention. He turned, following the sound to its
maker, and felt his jaw drop with surprise.
If I keep doing that, I'm gonna have to get a sling for it! he
berated himself. The universe, it would seem, had more surprises for him than
mere aggression and violence. Qui-Gon was lounging
against the promenade railing, a paper crown upon his head. He was nominally
wearing a thin white shirt, though it hadn't been buttoned. His denim pants
stopped at the knees and showed considerable signs of wear. The sandals upon
his feet were the next thing to useless. He was conversing with several other
Jedi, but seemed to be waiting for something.
Obi-Wan had only the loud
clatter of boots and a smattering of shouted laughter to warn him before he was
shoved aside with an oddly familiar "Scuse me,
pardon me, coming through, one side there..." He was buffeted on all sides
as a copy of himself ran past him with three young Jedi in hot pursuit. Obi-Wan
stood, stunned, as he watched himself skid up to join Qui-Gon,
hiding behind the Jedi Master.
Qui-Gon
crossed his arms and put on a formidable expression, stopping the posse in its
tracks. He held out one large hand and the leader of the group, a blue mergirl, gave over the gold paper crown she had been
menacing this new Obi-Wan with. Qui-Gon said something, and they all laughed.
Then, with a look of utter
tenderness, he placed the crown on Obi-Wan's head and
a kiss upon his nose.
The girl snatched a glass from
a passing tray and raised it. "Huzzah! Hurrah du penda netu! Hurray
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon!"
The cheer was taken up by
everyone on the promenade. Obi-Wan turned and made his way to the lifts. Hurrah
the happy couple indeed.
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Obi-Wan lay sprawled face-down
across the ledge of a fountain in the garden where he had spent the night. The
sun was up now, and shone on the water reflecting into his eyes, making them
tear. He had one brown bottle in his hand, and his foot was beating a slow
tattoo on the marble. His hair was still damp from the shower he had gotten in
one of the gyms earlier that morning.
Sitting up, Obi-Wan stretched
a bit, and took another sip from his bottle. He looked up at the sun, as though
to gage the time, and pulled his backpack to him, rummaging through it.
Abruptly, he felt a Force probe skitter across his mind; he gasped and turned
towards the
In the shadows near the
The man came towards him, body
utterly relaxed, eyes flicking from trees to fountain to Obi-Wan and back
again. He stopped about four feet away and crossed his arms, one foot absently
rubbing at the other. He smiled, a warm invitation to
confidence. His eyes glittered with curiosity. When he spoke, his voice was
pleasing, a light tenor that belied the seriousness of his words.
"Well, if it weren't for
the fact that I saw Obi-Wan Kenobi get kidnapped by Trainees not ten minutes
ago, I'd think you were him," he said. "You'd better have a good
excuse for being an exact replica of a Jedi Knight. Otherwise, you're dead
where you sit."
Propping his knees up under
his chin, Obi-Wan took another swig from his bottle and studied the reflected
sunlight on the water. "Well, best do it now then. Because
you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Once again the Force probe
skittered across his shields, and this time, Obi-Wan let it in past some of his
barriers. The other man chewed his bottom lip for a long moment, considering
his options, but his eyes never left Obi-Wan. The young knight felt that if he
even breathed wrong, he'd be dead faster than he could realize he'd passed on.
"Try me," the other
man finally invited, cocking his head to one side, the tenor of his voice
intensely curious.
Snorting, Obi-Wan said,
"All right. I'm from another reality, another dimension, where my Master,
my Qui-Gon, has died. A different
For a long moment, the only
sounds were birdsong, mechanical humming, the muted
roar of overhead traffic. Then the strange man said, "No, but if you've
got another bottle to offer me, I'd be glad to join you. I'm no stranger to the
complications of reality variation. You see, I'm in the habit of shifting the
threads of time. Same theory, different practice."
Obi-Wan grinned and fished
into his backpack, coming up with another brown bottle. Taking it and popping
the top, the man stuck out his other hand. "Kourt
Crowe."
"I think you know my
name," Obi-Wan responded, returning the firm grasp. "Should I call
you Master Crowe?"
Bouncing to a seat next to
Obi-Wan and taking a long swig, Crowe said, "You can call me anything you
like. I'm sure I've been called it before. This is good stuff."
"Yeah. Only have three
bottles left, though, and when it's gone..."
Crowe looked at him askance.
"Huh? It's good, but it's just root beer. Get some more."
Gaping at him, Obi-Wan said,
"You have ROOT BEER in this reality? Damn. Maybe I should think about
staying..."
"Ah. I take it you
weren't thinking about it earlier, then." He propped one foot up on the
ledge before him, wrapped his knee in his arm, and began tugging on his hair
again. It was starting to dawn on Obi-Wan that this man was never still, and
his whole body was beginning to twitch in sympathy.
"No." Obi-Wan shook
his head and looked back at the water. "I've been here since last night.
I-I saw Qui-Gon. He's not my Qui-Gon,
and anyway, there's a me here too." He grinned
weakly at Crowe. "Does that even make sense?"
Blinking solemnly at the
younger man, still tugging on the abused lock of hair, Crowe said, "Sure
it does. But then, I'm weird for a Jedi. Why don't you think he's your Quigs.. I mean, Qui-Gon?"
"Well, for one thing, my
Qui-Gon wouldn't wear ripped pants and
flip-flops," Obi-Wan replied wryly.
Laughing out loud and scaring
some birds into flight, Crowe said, "Well, then your Qui-Gon is stuffier than ours. And ours is pretty stuffy at
times." After another swig from his bottle, he continued, staring out at
the trees around the garden, "And just so you know, he belongs to this
reality's Obi-Wan anyway. So I guess I couldn't advise you to stay long
either."
Sighing, Obi-Wan finished the
last of his drink and stood, picking up his backpack. "I-I noticed that,
last night. I'm getting a little tired of being beaten out by myself at every
reality... and that doesn't even make any sense. I guess I..."
"Hold on." Crowe
fished a small device out of his pants pocket and spoke into it. "Corubia Nall." After a
moment, a female voice issued from it.
"Nall."
"Rubi! Are you done spoiling the initiates? Can you do me a
favor?"
"Sure, Master, what's
up?"
"Stop by a caterer and
pick up a six-pack of root beer. The good stuff. Meet
me by the big ugly fountain in the seolant
garden."
"Ooookay..."
The pleasant female voice seemed puzzled but accommodating. "I'll be there
in five."
"Great! Oh, wait! Is
Obi-Wan still with you?"
"Uh-huh."
"Good. Make it a six-pack
of root beer and a six-pack of that nasty ale he likes, and bring him
along."
As he replaced the tiny
communications unit in his pocket, he shrugged at an
open-mouthed Obi-Wan. "Might as well let you go well-stocked."
"Are you sure this is a
good idea?" Obi-Wan sounded dubious.
"Have you run into
yourself in your travels before?" Crowe demanded. "Did anything bad
happen?"
"Yeesss... and no."
"Well then. Pretty good
odds, don't you think? Anyway, Obi could use a sympathetic ear just now. This
was supposed to be a small, intimate ceremony, but now everyone in the
"Once the kids get here,
you can tell us a bit about what's happened to you, we can drink some good root
beer, eat a couple of sandwiches and speed you on your way. Obi-Wan is a spectacular cook. But I suppose it's not a good idea to
introduce you to Quigs. He'd probably want to take
both of you to bed and his Obi-Wan is a bit
possessive."
The backpack dropped with a
thump as Obi-Wan sat back down and watched the iridescent blue-green mer-woman from the evening before - and himself - approach
from across the garden, each bearing a six-pack.
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It was a
sated and happy Obi-Wan who sat in lotus and centered himself before
powering his 'saber. Master Crowe had suggested that, in order to avoid the
nausea and disorientation from the transfer, he use the Force to better ground
himself before-hand. Slipping into a light trance, he powered his 'saber. The
disorientation was still there, but lessened, more tolerable. Obi-Wan was glad for that, considering all the sandwiches and root
beer he had just consumed.
Coming out of his light
trance, he looked up. Nothing in the sky at all but some
small, puffy clouds. // All right... // he thought, then
looked out at the horizon. No buildings. // Hmmmm...
// Twisting slightly, he looked back at the
// Whoa. // The
Wrenching his eyes from the
spectacular sight before him, he looked around the garden - a garden curiously
devoid of trees. There was a figure - a man? - in
white seated on the grass not far from him, his back to Obi-Wan. Although this
person had undoubtedly heard his noisy arrival, he had never moved from what
looked like a lotus pose. Cautiously, Obi-Wan approached him, drawing a wide
circle as he approached the man's front.
// Oh,
shit, // he thought, as he recognized the serene face before him. // It's me
again. //
Before he could turn,
gray-green eyes opened and regarded him pleasantly. "Welcome," the
other man said quietly, smiling gently. "I've been expecting you. Would
you like to sit down?"
Blinking, Obi-Wan considered
the request. // Here we go again, another bizarre one, // he thought, resigned.
"All right," he said slowly aloud, kneeling. He kept his hand on his
'saber, just in case. As he knelt, he became aware of a niggling Force
prescience gnawing at the peace in the back of his brain. When he tried to
focus on it, it simply skittered away. He knew what this meant, and simply
tried to relax himself to all sensation, tried to be
aware of the Moment when the reasoning for the prescience would make itself
clear.
"You probably have many
questions," his other self was saying earnestly. "I know I would. And
since you're me..." A coy smile lit the young-looking face, one that
Obi-Wan found himself mimicking stupidly.
"Um, yes. How is it that you
could be expecting me? And why..." he trailed off.
"Why am I not running
from you, screaming?" he laughed. "Same reason, I guess. The Goddess
told me to expect you. Of course, I didn't know exactly when you'd be here, but
I knew you would. You see, you are going to be our savior."
Taken aback, Obi-Wan digested
that news with a bit of alarm. "Um... if it's all the same to you, I'd
rather not," he finally said. "I mean, I've had a busy couple of
weeks lately, and..."
"Oh, I know," the
other interrupted. "The Goddess told me you would arrive after many
trials. We have plenty of time... well, perhaps not PLENTY, but enough. Come
on. I'll take you to see Priestess Billaba. Between
the two of us, we can explain." Obi-Wan agreed and rose with the other
man, aware of a strange sense of 'wrongness' that he associated with the Force
warning.
The inside of the
Digesting this interesting -
and rather alarming - tidbit, Obi-Wan remained silent until they reached the
much lower, more inhabited portions of the
"Ben! He's finally
arrived, then," she said, locking the loom down and rising. Mimicking the
other man, Obi-Wan bowed over the hand that was presented to him. Depa Billaba was strong in the
Force in Obi-Wan's home world, and she was just as
strong here. But that persistent sense of 'wrongness' permeated her as well,
and the slight frown between Obi-Wan's eyebrows
remained.
"We are so happy to see
you, Knight Kenobi," she said. "Come, let us sit and talk. I'm sure
Ben hasn't had enough time to explain the whole situation."
Following Master Billaba to a comfortable-looking sofa, Obi-Wan looked at
his doppleganger. "Ben?" he asked,
confused.
They sat, and Billaba poured tea. "Ben is my milk-name," the
other man replied. "I was given the name Obi-Wan when I was accepted to
serve the Goddess, but when I started having visions of you coming, well, we
reverted back to Ben. To avoid confusion."
Obi-Wan nodded, outwardly
seeming as if this were the most normal pronouncement
in the world, inwardly gibbering in confusion, overcome with bafflement. Billaba laughed lightly. "Your heart belies your
bewilderment, Knight Kenobi. Ask your questions, please. Be at ease."
Sipping the sweetened tea,
Obi-Wan wondered where to start. "All right. You
keep referring to the Goddess. I'm afraid I don't follow. Where I come from, we
serve the Force."
Ben and Billaba
exchanged smiling looks. "The Goddess said you would follow her by another
name," Ben said. "She is that which is in all things. The light and love; the goodness that is in all hearts. Or
at least most..."
"Ben." Billaba's voice was lightly chiding but she still smiled.
"Sorry, Priestess,"
he murmured, ducking his head a bit.
"Ben is yet a Padawan of the Order," Billaba
explained to Obi-Wan. "He still has trouble believing that everyone has
goodness in their heart, has the protection and love of the Goddess. Even the Enemy."
Obi-Wan took a deep, cleansing
breath and slowly let it out, trying to release his frustration and confusion
as well. It didn't work. "All right... " he
said slowly. "Then who is your Master,
"Priestess Billaba is my Mistress," Ben replied. "She says I
have much potential."
"High
potential?" Obi-Wan murmured, remembering something from the last
reality he visited.
"Yes, Ben has much
potential," Billaba said. "He is very
highly favored by the Goddess. Witness your arrival! She has told us that when
the Enemy becomes strong, a Champion will appear. And here you are. Our Champion."
Really confused by this time,
still plagued by the sense of wrongness the Force was feeding him, and not a
little put off by his hosts' calm acceptance of his presence, Obi-Wan shook his
head. "Er, I hate to burst any bubbles, but I
really don't think of myself as anyone's champion. And from the looks of
things, you really don't need one. You're not at war are you? Are the Sith active here?"
Shaking her head, Billaba said, "That is not a word I am familiar with,
Knight Kenobi. Our Enemy is but a single one, as has been foretold. He seeks to
pervert all that the Goddess brings about, all happiness, all joy, all goodness. The Goddess has indicated that you will be the
one to defeat the Enemy, lest he destroy all that we have built here."
// This
is ridiculous, // Obi-Wan thought to himself. "All
right. Let's start there. Do you have these prophecies written down anywhere?
Perhaps if I can get a better handle on them, I'll understand what you're
talking about." // Fat chance, // he continued to himself. The level of
bliss around here was actually getting to him.
"That is an excellent
place to start. Ben? Why don't you take Knight Kenobi to the library.
Perhaps you can assuage his puzzlement there."
"Yes, Priestess,"
Ben murmured, standing. "This way, Knight Kenobi, I'll take you
there."
As they walked out of the room
and through the
"Yes, Knight
Kenobi?" Ben replied, turning and smiling at him.
"Oh, please. Just Obi-Wan
or Obi... after all, you're ME.."
Ben chuckled. "I guess
that's right. It's not as hard as I thought it would be to be with you."
The young man actually blushed a bit as he walked. "I-I had no idea I
was... well, so good looking. Do we REALLY look that much alike?"
Obi-Wan grinned. "Like looking into a mirror. You... ah, you're very
nice looking too." Unaccountably, he found himself blushing. // Odd, // he
thought, // I didn't feel like this with the other 'mes'
I met...//
"Anyway. I wanted to ask
you, Ben... why is it so, well, so quiet?"
The other man looked at him
askance. "Quiet?"
"Well, yes. Even the
children don't yell at play. It's like... well like everyone's on drugs."
Ben seemed very confused.
"Why would anyone want to raise their voices? Except, of
course, in praise of the Goddess. Don't you live by the Code in your
world, Kni... I mean,
Obi?"
"The Code? Well, yes, if you
mean 'there is no emotion, there is peace.' But that's just a guideline. Master
says we should follow our hearts, as the Force won't guide us the wrong
way." As he spoke, the Force prescience that had been relegated to the
back of his mind suddenly surged forth again, demanding his attention.
Frowning, Ben said, "It's
NOT just a guideline to us, Obi. The Goddess dictates it. There is no emotion,
there is peace. There is no passion, there is serenity. We live by the Code, it
shapes our very lives. Oh, here's the library."
Shelving the discussion
momentarily, Obi-Wan stood and gaped at the size of the room they were in.
Easily four stories high, there must have been millions of books, all different
sizes, types, and kinds. Electronic, paper bound, scrolls - they were all here.
"This is amazing."
"It IS pretty neat, isn't
it," Ben agreed happily. "The prophecies are over here."
Indicating a space the size of
Obi-Wan's apartment in the
"I'm supposed to read
THAT?" Obi-Wan said, his heart sinking.
"Oh, no," Ben
laughed. "I've already done that. I can show you where the best parts are.
Here." Gently, he lifted the huge pages until he found a section near the
end. "This is it. 'And the Champion shall come,
and he shall be as one of the Goddess, yea, the very likeness thereof, but he
will not know Her.' That's you. You're just like me,
but not me at the same time. Get it?"
Rolling his eyes, Obi-Wan
nodded.
"Now, here's the
description of the Enemy. 'And he shall come, bearing
tales. And these tales shall seduce the Children' - that's us - 'and they shall
be amazed and overcome. Guard the Children well, lest they turn their faces
from the Code and be corrupted.' That's what the Enemy will try to do, corrupt
us," Ben said, with a shudder. "And here's where you come in. 'And the Champion will rise, and with the Enemy will meet.'
See? You're going to fight him."
"Um, Ben," Obi-Wan
said slowly, reading ahead in the passage, "meet does not necessarily
denote fight, you know."
"Oh, I know," Ben
said easily. "But this is archaic language, you know. Everything has a
subtext."
Biting his tongue, Obi-Wan
didn't answer. Instead, he said, "I don't see anything here that says this
Enemy will destroy you. Why can't you fight him?"
"Oh, no!" Ben said,
appalled. "We don't fight. Not ever. 'There is no passion, there is
serenity' you know."
Obi-Wan just stared at the
other man. "You don't fight. Ever? Not even to
defend yourselves?"
"Grace of the Goddess,
no! It would go against everything we hold dear. We are HOLDERS of the peace.
Not defenders of it!"
"So if someone... like
this Enemy... were to attack you, you'd just roll over and die." Obi-Wan
tried, but couldn't quite keep all the scorn out of his voice. Ben didn't
notice.
"Better to die and join
the Goddess than to pervert all She stands for," Ben said piously. It was
beginning to grate on Obi-Wan's nerves. He sighed.
Something was REALLY wrong here. The Force was jangling at his nerves harder
than ever, giving him a slight headache.
"All right," he
finally said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can you show me to my
quarters? I think I need to meditate."
"Oh, of
course!" Ben said. "I usually meditate in the afternoons as well. Could I
join you?"
"Sure. I guess.
Whatever."
Quickly, Ben guided him to a spartan apartment, which was obviously not a guest
quarters, judging from the few mementos scattered about. "Ben, is this
your room?" Obi-Wan asked, suspicious.
"Well, yes," Ben
replied, confused. "I do hope you don't mind staying with me. We're a bit
cramped at the moment. And... and
well," here Ben frowned. "For some reason, I want you to stay with
me. I think... I think the Goddess is indicating we should stay together for
now."
"Oh, all right,"
Obi-Wan said, setting his backback down and removing
his cloak. He sat on a small wooden chair and removed his boots, wiggling his
toes with a sigh. "That feels better." He noticed Ben watching him
curiously, and asked, "What? Is something wrong?"
"No," Ben said,
quickly, bending to remove his own boots. "It's just... I find you... I
think I'd better meditate," he finished, blushing.
Obi-Wan saw that blush and
wondered, then grinned as a thought hit him. He stood, stretched luxuriously -
making sure Ben saw him - and sauntered over to where the other man knelt. As
they composed themselves for meditation, Obi-Wan asked, "So, Ben. Are you
seeing anyone? Is there any
"S-seeing
anyone?" Ben stammered. "I don't know what you mean."
"You know. Dating. One of the first worlds I went to, 'I' was bonded to
Bant. Is she in this reality?"
"B-b-bonded?" Ben's eyes were
huge, and just confirmed what Obi-Wan suspected.
"Uh-huh. Lovers. Hard to believe, huh? I
always thought of Bant like my sister. And that one reality where Master was female... " he shook his head, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated
fashion. "I never thought I could find a woman as attractive as I did her.
Wow. When we kissed..."
"You KISSED
someone?" Ben's eyes by this time were basically jumping out of his head,
and his skin was beet red.
// I bet he's radiating into
the infra-red, // Obi-Wan thought to himself. "Ah. You must be a virgin in
this reality. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you..."
"Oh, that's all
right," Ben said hurriedly. "It's just that... I mean I never...
well..."
"Would you like to hear
about the worlds I've been to?" Obi-Wan asked,
all innocence.
Swallowing heavily and glancing
at the door, Ben dropped out of lotus and leaned forward. "Oh, COULD you?
Would you?"
"Sure."
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Obi-Wan spent the next hour,
as the sun slowly descended across the window, telling Ben about his
adventures. Somehow, the tales ended up focusing on the sexier parts, rather
than the fights and adventures. Ben kept licking his lips as his jaw grew
slacker. There was a rather noticeable bulge in his leggings. Fondly remembering
his times with Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan noticed he had a
similar bulge.
He looked at Ben, who was
taking on the aspect of a canine in heat, and said with a wry grin, "I'm
sorry, Ben. I've gotten you rather hot and bothered. If you'd like me to leave
you alone..."
"Oh, no, please,"
Ben said softly. "I mean, I can meditate any time..."
"Meditate? Is that what
you call it?" Obi-Wan laughed.
Ben looked confused.
"What else would I do?"
That brought Obi-Wan up short.
"Wait a minute. Ben. What do you do when you... ah, oh shit.
What do you do when you get a boner like you've got now?"
"A what?" Obi-Wan pointed to
the other man's crotch and the bulge therein. If it were possible to turn more red, Ben did.
// How can he have a hard-on
when all the blood in his body is in his face? // Obi-Wan wondered absurdly.
"The precepts are
clear," Ben said, in a level tone of voice, pedantically. "Carnal
desires are not of the Goddess. We meditate and release all negative forces
into Her."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and
shook his head. "That's... that's just WRONG, Ben. The Force is all around
us. It is everything that is a part of us. Including our
sexuality."
Looking dazed and confused,
Ben said, "But... there is no passion..."
"Screw that,"
Obi-Wan all but growled. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, he centered himself
and sank into the Moment, seeking his path. It was as he had come to suspect...
these Jedi had basically gone too far... WAY too far... in one direction. They
needed to be brought back to the center again, taken from this way that would
eventually lead them to their destruction. It was so plainly and painfully
obvious Obi-Wan wondered how it was that these people couldn't see it for
themselves.
He opened his eyes again to
see Ben gaping at him. "You-you touched the Goddess! You really ARE the
Champion! I've never seen someone so attuned..."
Frowning, Obi-Wan said,
"All right. If that's what you call it, fine. But I have to ask you to do
something, Ben." Abruptly, he leaned across the small space that separated
them and locked his lips onto the other man's. It wasn't nearly as strange as
he thought it might be, in fact, it was quite nice. Except that Ben, too
shocked to move, didn't respond.
"Close your eyes,"
he whispered roughly, breaking the kiss. "Seek the For..
I mean, your Goddess. Determine your path, Ben, and act accordingly."
Shaking, Ben did as he was
bid. His eyes closed, and Obi-Wan could feel him slowly ground and center, the
process a bit hampered by his extremely serious arousal. After a moment, his
eyes flew open to meet Obi-Wan's. He lunged, and
Obi-Wan found himself with an armful of himself, clumsily kissing him.
// Now THIS is weird, // he
thought, struggling to gain control of Ben. He managed to straighten his legs
out, and then rolled, pinning Ben beneath him. "Act, don't think," he
murmured, kissing Ben passionately. "Trust in your instincts."
"Oh, yes," Ben
moaned, as Obi-Wan opened his tunic and explored his chest.
Obi-Wan proceeded to remove
both their clothing slowly, keeping Ben on an arousal
high that had the man fairly vibrating. Dimly, kissing his way down Ben's
chest, he realized he was fracturing into several pieces. One part was
listening to the Force direct him, and knew this was the correct path. One part
was laughing hysterically over the situation, and was making rude comments
about masturbation. One part dispassionately dredged up every sexual encounter
he had ever had, remembering what had felt good and what hadn't. But the
biggest part just had a raging hard-on that needed attention, and this young
man with his face was a more than willing vessel to assuage it.
More than willing
indeed. When Obi-Wan's mouth reached Ben's penis, the
other man screamed hoarsely and came violently, after just the one lick.
Bemused, Obi-Wan used his post-orgasmic torpor to remove the rest of both of
their clothing, then used Ben's semen to slick his cock and fingers. "Roll
over, Ben," he whispered. "It just gets better, trust me."
Dazed, Ben rolled over, and
Obi-Wan urged him to his knees. Gently, he inserted one semen covered finger
past the other man's anus, searching for and finding the little gland deep
inside. Ben yelled again, bucking against his finger. "Wh-what are you DOING?"
he gasped, looking back over his shoulder.
"Something you should
have done when you were sixteen," Obi-Wan answered, adding a finger and
stretching gently.
"Oooooohhhh..."
Ben moaned, burying his head in his arms. "This is... oh, Goddess, I
can't... Obi-Wan... Please... PLEASE!"
"Please what, Ben?"
Obi-Wan asked, grinning ear to ear. His gentle stretching done, he placed his
slick cock at the tight opening and began to push gently. // This
might be just glorified masturbation, // Obi-Wan thought as his cock was
enveloped into tight heat, // but by GODS it's good...//
Ben proved to be every bit as
sexual a being as Obi-Wan was. Their first wild penetration ended in both of
them orgasming, and suddenly Ben couldn't stop. He
demanded kisses and licks, learned about sucking and biting, and basically
reduced Obi-Wan to a puddle of bliss. Several hours later, in the dimness of
the early evening, they lay in a sated, sweaty heap, covered in semen and
incapable of moving.
"Ben?" Obi-Wan asked
softly. "You feel all right?"
"All
right?" Ben asked incredulously, languorously. "I've never felt this good
in my LIFE. I don't understand why this is prohibited...?"
"I don't either,"
Obi-Wan said, managing to turn himself over and
lifting himself on one elbow. "But I'm going to find out. And fix it if I
can." Reaching out his hand, he laid it across Ben's forehead and with a
gentle Force push, put him to sleep. Rising, he carried Ben to the bedroom,
where he tucked him into bed. After using the 'fresher to clean himself up, he
went back to the main room and got dressed.
"I think it's time to
meet this Enemy," He muttered to himself as he clipped on his 'saber. The
Force agreed with him.
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The
It wasn't hard to slip out. He
had noted from Depa Billaba's
window a small, thriving town surrounding the
He found it in a boisterous
pub on the far end of town. The bartender was a genial man who did not
recognize him as a Jedi, and to Obi-Wan's questions,
let him know that the Jedi were considered to be gentle but pretty much
useless. Then he directed the young man to a large house about a klick outside of town, lending him a lamp to see in the
darkness.
It wasn't long before Obi-Wan was knocking on the door of the large, comfortable house.
The door opened to warmth and music, and Obi-Wan looked up into deep blue eyes.
"Hello, Qui-Gon," he said, smiling.
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The house was filled with
animals - canines, felines, ferrets, birds - all
living in harmony with Qui-Gon Jinn. Obi-Wan was set
into a large comfy chair by a fireplace, fed, and used as a perch for half a
dozen animals. Qui-Gon took the chair opposite him
and they talked long into the night.
Qui-Gon
accepted his wild story easily, in fact, was fascinated by it and asked numerous
questions. The only problem he had was when Obi-Wan began talking about the
Jedi in the nearby
"You feel Force
sensitive," Obi-Wan said, sipping tea. "Were you a Jedi? One of them?"
"Well, yes and no. I was
raised in the
Obi-Wan laughed. "Then I
think we have a solution to this 'problem.' According to that ridiculous
prophecy, the Champion is to meet with the Enemy. Well, here we are. The next
line is the key, I think. Do you know it?"
Rolling his eyes, Qui-Gon said, "I spent years studying that piece of
drivel. Depa Billaba
believes it to be gospel, but you know what? Half of those other books
contradict it. And I've done research on the Jedi who wrote it. He was quite
mad." Shaking his head, Qui-Gon stroked the cat
purring on his lap. "We've forgotten what we were supposed to be. We've
even forgotten how to heal. Did you know," he leaned forward, "the
townspeople used to be able to go to the
Grinning, Obi-Wan said,
"Then it seems to me that the Enemy is just the one to lead it, no?"
Qui-Gon
looked startled, then laughed. "I guess so, young
Jedi, I guess so! But then, if you think that way, just whose champion are
you?"
"Now, that's the
secret," Obi-Wan said, rubbing the side of his nose and still grinning.
"That next line... it says, 'For lo, the Champion will bring the Goddess
back to the Jedi, and all will be amazed, and all will be changed.' Now aside
from some pretty bad free-form poetry, I think that's pretty telling, don't
you?"
Qui-Gon
had to agree.
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Very early the next morning,
pre-dawn, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan went back to the
"Oh, I think he might
change your mind, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan had said,
smugly. "Anyway, the Force... I mean, the Goddess, is telling me this is
the right course. Trust me."
Reaching their destination,
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon entered the room and moved to the
bedroom. Ben had been put to bed without being cleaned up, and had been
indulging in some pretty wild sexual shenanigans beforehand, so he smelled much
like a whorehouse might. The room was ripe with it, and Obi-Wan could tell Qui-Gon was not unaffected.
Sitting on the side of the
bed, Obi-Wan gently shook the young man's shoulder. Ben woke slowly, smiling
and stretching sensuously under the thin sheet. "Obi-Wan," he purred.
"What...?" Suddenly he saw the other man in the room and his eyes
widened. "Who is that? Obi-Wan?"
"Calm down, Ben,"
Obi-Wan said. "It's a friend. Ben Kenobi, I'd like you to meet Qui-Gon Jinn."
Qui-Gon
simply couldn't take his eyes off the gorgeous young man on the bed. He was
physically an exact replica of Obi-Wan, who admittedly was very attractive,
but... but... there was something about this Ben... Going to his knees by the
side of the bed, Qui-Gon took his hand and said
gently, "I'm very happy to meet you, Ben."
Obi-Wan stood and moved away.
The Force was singing between the two men VERY strongly and very happily,
pulling them together. Obi-Wan noted wryly that Ben's eyes were locked on Qui-Gon, and he was blushing again, a bright, fiery red. If the
tent under the sheet was any indication, Qui-Gon was
in for a very interesting couple of days.
Picking up his backpack, which
was still in the main room of the apartment, he threw his cloak back on. He
felt only a slight pang at leaving; this reality was absolutely not for him,
that much was clear. But as to why the Force had brought him here...
"What have you
done?" Depa Billaba
stood in the hallway outside Ben's rooms, her arms akimbo, an expression on her
face that could have melted plastic.
Shrugging, Obi-Wan said,
"I met the Enemy, and, well, he's in there." A psychic Force
explosion rocked them suddenly, it's epicenter a few feet behind them.
"Ah. I think your Goddess has spoken to them. She might speak to you too,
if you let her."
"No! This isn't... oh,
no, please..." Billaba
moaned, shaking her head.
Feeling sorry for her, Obi-Wan
put his hand on her arm. "Listen to your Goddess, Priestess. You've been
closed up for far too long." As an afterthought, he quickly tugged her
head down and kissed her, quite passionately, with significant tongue
involvement, leaving her breathless. "Why don't you go in and see if you
can help them?" he gently suggested to the dazed woman, patting her on the
shoulder as he walked towards the stairs.
By the time he reached the
hanging garden, the entire
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