Riding the Wheel of If
Episode Nine
Obi-Wan's fervent wish for a
normal
After eating, they went to the
Jinn/Kenobi quarters. Obi-Wan was only slightly
dismayed to learn that he existed with his Master in this reality, and accepted
the fact they were lovers with fair equanimity. After the
last two realities...
The look of shock on Qui-Gon's
face as he opened the door was actually comical. He and his still-Padawan sat
together on the sofa and listened to Yoda and Obi-Wan explain the situation.
Qui-Gon's eyes kept shifting back and forth between the two
Obi-Wans as he digested the story, but his Padawan could not take his
eyes from the man who wore his face.
They quickly ascertained the
reason for Obi-Wan's presence. Once again, Naboo was looming on the horizon,
and Obi-Wan felt certain he was supposed to prevent it from happening again.
Giving only minimal information, not going into the raw details of what
happened, he described the mysterious warrior and then also told about the
realities he had visited where the Sith had returned with a vengeance.
"Was there any doubt that
this strange being was a Sith?" Qui-Gon asked at
one point. It was obvious to him that the young Knight was holding back some
personal information, something he perhaps didn't want to speak of, but Qui-Gon
refrained from asking.
"Masters Windu and Yoda
seemed not to think so," Obi-Wan answered, nodding and smiling at Yoda,
who sat next to him. "My Master had fought this thing before, when we were
on Tatooine after leaving Naboo with the Queen. Master was quite certain it was
a Sith. He said it was highly trained in the Jedi
arts."
"What were you doing on
Tatooine?" the other Obi-Wan asked, puzzled.
Obi-Wan looked down.
"It's a long story. I'll tell you the whole thing later."
"Well, then,"
Qui-Gon said after a moment of silence, "it looks as though our primary
goal will be recreating the fight and devising a defense, not to mention
alerting the Council about Palpatine's possible involvement."
"Handle that I
will," Yoda said firmly. "Not definite is his involvement.
Delicately, we should go." He frowned, obviously thinking hard. "Make
inquiries I shall. Discreet, we will be." Looking up, he said to Qui-Gon,
"Go, I shall. Council session will I call to discuss
this. Keep Knight Kenobi with you, you will?"
Quirking a smile at Obi-Wan,
Qui-Gon said, "Well, yes, I suppose I will, my Master. I'd like to learn
more about him and his travels."
Sourly glancing between the two Obi-Wans, Yoda said, "Very well then.
But two you have now, share you should. When 900 years old you are, as much
nookie you will not get."
Both the Knight and the
Padawan were able to hold back their laughter until the elderly Master left the
room. When Qui-Gon turned from the door after seeing his
Master out, he said, "Let it out you should, or explode you shall,"
in perfect imitation of Yoda. Both Obi-Wans
nearly slid to the floor in an excess of mirth.
Wiping his eyes, Obi-Wan
muttered, "At least he wasn't wearing pink..." which merely caused
his hosts to stare at him, wide-eyed. And so he launched into a recitation of
his most recent travels, which led to him describing some of the other places
he had been, which naturally led to him describing Qui-Gon as a woman.
It wasn't long before the
Padawan was curled up in a fetal position with his head on his Master's lap,
clutching his sides and panting for breath. "S-stop..." he gasped,
"Please... I can't..."
Qui-Gon, himself laughing at
the stories but not quite as overcome, looked down fondly at the young man in
his lap. "I think we'd better move on to other things," he said to
Obi-Wan, "before my Padawan self-destructs. You can stay for a while,
can't you Obi... oh, this is ridiculous." He tapped his still-chuckling
Padawan's nose. "Obi-One," he christened him, then
raised a grinning face to the Knight across from him. "And
Obi-Two. Otherwise I'm liable to have a nervous breakdown."
Also laughing, the newly-named
Obi-Two said, "I'll stay as long as you... and the Force... want me too.
The last time, I only had a day to prepare Mar-Gon and Sil-Wan for Naboo. They
left the same day I did." Sobering, he looked at his hands. "I can
only hope I did enough."
"Trust in the Force,
Obi," Qui-Gon said gently, helping his Padawan sit up. "You did what
you could, what the Force wanted you to. It had to be enough."
"I hope so," Obi-Wan
sighed, resolutely putting it out of his mind. As far as he knew, he could not
go backwards, so living in the moment became a reality as much as a necessity.
But still, forever he would wonder.
He looked up to see Qui-Gon's
eyes on him. "You were holding something out about the fight, weren't
you?" the older man asked gently. To the sad eyes that met his, he
continued. "What happened? Will you talk about it?"
"I think I had
better," Obi-Wan replied softly. "You need to know everything."
And so, one more time, Obi-Wan found himself describing the events that had
transpired, this time including what had happened on Naboo and in the Council chamber, and Qui-Gon's last words to him. He left nothing
out, but resolutely refused to look at either member of his audience as he
spoke. 'Obi-One' and Qui-Gon exchanged frequent looks as the story unfolded, and
took each other's hand before it ended.
Winding down, Obi-Wan
continued to stare at the floor between his boots. Qui-Gon cleared his throat.
"That... that will take some time to digest, I think," he finally
said. "Thank you for sharing it with us, Obi. I can only guess how hard it
must be for you to talk about it."
"It was almost two months
ago now," he said softly. "The hurt has eased. The Force has promised
me a home, and I know I will find it." Resolute, he looked up to smile
sadly at the pair on the sofa. "In the meantime, I will do everything I
can to see to it that it won't happen again."
"That sounds good to
me," the Padawan said fiercely, "I'm thinking about forbidding you
from being anywhere near a planet that even RHYMES with Naboo."
One eyebrow quirked up as
Qui-Gon looked at his Padawan. He was caught between laughing and amazement at
the young man's words. "Forbidding me? Do we need to work on our
Master/Padawan relationship?"
"Our Master/Padawan
relationship is perfectly fine, Master," his Padawan responded softly,
caressing the bearded cheek gently. The temperature rose by a few degrees in
the room and Obi-Wan abruptly turned away. Watching Mar-Gon and Sil-Wan had not
been quite this difficult, he reflected. Intellectually, he knew they were the
same, but seeing 'himself' and Qui-Gon in a loving relationship hit on a
visceral level.
Qui-Gon noticed the sublimated
pain in the young Knight sitting across from him. In truth, there was not much
that he missed, and he gave his own Padawan a searching look before saying,
"We have space reserved to spar this afternoon, 'Obi-Two'. Perhaps this
would be a good time to start working on that defense."
"Yes, that would be
great. I could-I could use a good workout." Obi-Wan rose and picked up his
backpack. "Let me change into some better workout clothes... if I have any
clean," he amended ruefully.
"Here, 'Obi-Two',"
the Padawan said brightly, bouncing from his seat. "Something tells me you
and I are the same size... give me your dirties and
I'll get them laundered, and in the meanwhile you can borrow some of my
sweats." He disappeared into his bedroom as he spoke, leaving Obi-Wan
behind with Qui-Gon, who stood and walked to the Knight.
Placing one warm hand on
Obi-Wan's shoulder, Qui-Gon said, "Are you all right with staying with
us?"
"Yes." He smiled up
at Qui-Gon. "It should get easier, but it doesn't, not really. I've seen
so many realities and so many 'yous' now. I-I guess I'm just getting a bit
tired of helping the man I want find happiness with another." Suddenly
grinning, he added, "But it's all right. It is. It's not like it hasn't
been fun anyway. Especially with Mar-Gon and Sil-Wan..."
The Padawan had returned by
this time and had heard the last comment. Shoving worn, comfortable tunics at
his twin, he gasped, "Tell me. Did you...?"
Obi-Wan's slightly abashed
"Uh-huh" came simultaneously with Qui-Gon's "Padawan!"
Turning incredulous eyes to the young Knight, Qui-Gon added, "I do NOT
want to know. Not now, anyway. Let's go work out."
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Three hours later, the Master,
Knight and Padawan were hot, tired, sweaty and feeling much more at ease with
one other. Obi-Wan took up a staff again and demonstrated what he had faced
with his Master, as well as showing the move that had killed Qui-Gon. Obi-One
watched fiercely, as though to memorize every step.
Deciding to shower in the
gym's facilities, both Obi-Wans went ahead of Qui-Gon,
who was caught by a fascinated Master Windu. Motioning for the younger men to
precede him, he paused to talk to his friend Mace about what Yoda had brought
before the Council. So both Obi-Wans were done,
sitting together on a bench, talking and drying off before Qui-Gon got into the
shower at all. The Padawan was drying and re-braiding his braid and talking to
the Knight, who was combing out his increasingly long mane.
"But what did he do once
you had explained the situation to him?" the Padawan was asking. "I
mean, you - you HAD his Qui-Gon! Wasn't he jealous? And was he really a
virgin?"
Obi-Wan began dressing as he
answered. "You have to remember, sexual relationships between Jedi in that
reality were almost completely forbidden. And yes, he was a virgin as it turned
out. Because of that, and other things, I don't think his Qui-Gon would have
been able to do ANYthing had I not intervened. He was
pretty whacked. As for being jealous..."
He paused in the middle of
dressing to look across the shower room at Qui-Gon, standing in a stall under a
rush of water, in the middle of rinsing soap from his hair. His arched back was
to the two men and he presented a picture of incredible, unconscious sensuality.
Obi-Wan's mouth went dry at the sight, but he managed to find his voice.
"Knowing what you know of me now... if you found me with your Qui-Gon,
would YOU be?"
The Padawan was also staring
at his Master as he thought about the question. Finally, he turned and replied
very softly. "Depends, I guess. Could I watch?"
Locking gazes, they stared at
each other for several moments, until the sound of water stopped.
"What shall we do for
dinner, my two Obi-Wans?" he asked easily,
placing an arm around each shoulder as they left the gym.
"May we order in,
Master?" his Padawan said, shouldering the gym bag that carried all their
things. "I'm not at all certain I want to face the dining hall today, and
we really don't have anything to cook."
Laughing, Qui-Gon said,
"Let me guess. Rhodarian flatbread?"
Mystified, Obi-Wan said,
"What in the Force..? What is that?"
The Padawan rolled his eyes.
"You, my twin, are in for a treat!"
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At least Obi-Wan was able to introduce the Padawan to root beer, even if he
only had five bottles left. The rhodarian flatbread more than made up for
sacrificing nearly his last bottle. Qui-Gon tried the root beer and decided
while he didn't hate it, he wouldn't go out of his way to drink it, which just
left more for them. Obi-Wan even liked the pineapple; who knew pineapple could
taste so good with tomato sauce?
They sat at the dining table
and talked about
A warm hand on his made him
start, realizing he had lost the thread of conversation. He looked up to gently
smiling eyes. "I said, we ought to meditate before bed tonight,"
Qui-Gon was saying. "I think you could use it, yes?"
Taking a deep breath and
letting it out slowly, Obi-Wan agreed. "I think I would like to release
some feelings to the Force, as well as to ensure I'm on the right path,"
he said, rising.
The three of them knelt
together near the window, easily settling into a light trance, making them more
aware of each other, before sinking deeper into separate trances. Obi-Wan had
much to examine and release, most of it generated by
his feelings of homesickness and sadness. The Force once again guided him,
comforting and soothing, leaving him with the feeling that this reality was as
much a reward for work well done as anything. That gave him pause.
Swimming up out of his
meditation, feeling calmer and more centered, he was surprised to note how much
time had passed. The Padawan wasn't in sight, but Qui-Gon was sitting on the
sofa, reading, and apparently waiting for him. "Welcome back," he
said softly, indicating Obi-Wan should join him.
"Where's Obi-Wan?"
the Knight asked as he took a seat on the other end of the sofa.
"In bed,
probably reading. He just retired a few minutes before you came up. I
asked him to give us some time to talk... something tells me you need to. If
you want to, of course...?"
Obi-Wan mapped every inch of
the beloved face before him with his eyes, swallowing against the sudden
pressure in his throat. Qui-Gon reached out a hand and gently caressed his
cheek, and that released the logjam. He began to talk, haltingly, then more firmly,
telling Qui-Gon of how he felt having his love die in his arms... not once, but
twice... and to make love to Qui-Gon specifically knowing he would give him up.
It was a catharsis, and eventually he found himself pressed to the tunics above
Qui-Gon's chest, arms wrapped around the bigger man, practically sobbing.
Qui-Gon simply held him, running his hands through his hair, making soothing
noises. From the bedroom door, the other Obi-Wan silently turned away, wiping
at tears of his own.
After a little while the storm
passed, but Obi-Wan showed no interest in sitting back up and Qui-Gon showed no
interest in letting him. Coughing slightly to clear his throat, Obi-Wan
chuckled slightly. "This is the first time you've soothed me, believe it
or not," he said. "All the other times I've had to be strong for you,
for the other yous. I think... I think I needed this."
"I think you did
too," Qui-Gon murmured. "The Force has asked you to do much more than
I feel you should, Obi-Wan, not that I have any say in it. I wish... I wish you
could just stop, here. Or, at least, maybe, take help with you."
"I wish I could
too," he replied, knowing in his heart neither would not
be possible. "But I feel I have a few days here to rest. As long
as... as long..."
"As you're
welcome? You are. Never doubt that." Gently he coaxed Obi-Wan up, so he
could wipe tears from his face with a corner of his tunic sleeve. "You are
still so young, so young to be asked to do this," he choked slightly,
folding the smaller man back into his arms for a strong hug, which Obi-Wan
accepted gratefully.
Bending, Qui-Gon kissed
Obi-Wan's forehead gently, lingering on the soft skin. Gray-green eyes met deep
blue for a moment as Qui-Gon's head slowly dipped lower, giving Obi-Wan every
chance to back away. He didn't. // I want this, // he thought fiercely to
himself. // I want this I want this. To be normal, to pretend
normalcy for just a few days. That's all. I want this. Then I can go
back to whatever it is the Force wants me to do. Just a few days.
//
Then Qui-Gon was kissing him
and he was falling into soft lips, warm scent and an achingly familiar aura,
drowning in pleasure and desire. The kisses were soft, gentle, amazingly sweet
things, and a grateful Obi-Wan simply lay back in the
circle of big, strong arms and let the man so like his former Master make love
to his mouth. Before he knew it, he was asleep, a gentle Force suggestion
tipping him over into deep, dreamless slumber.
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Obi-Wan woke the next day in a
room so much like his old room that for a moment he was totally disoriented.
Then he remembered the night before and touched his lips, smiling in memory. //
A few days of normalcy, // he thought again, // where I can pretend it's all
over. I can do that. //
There were noises coming from
the outer room, and he pushed back his covers to rise. He was clad in his pants
from the night before; his other clothes lay across the chair to his old desk.
He grinned, unaccountably cheerful, as he looked in the mirror... if it hadn't
been for the missing braid, he could well believe he was back in time.
His twin sat at the table,
dressed as he was, eyes half closed, nursing a cup of cha. Smiling in greeting,
he went to the kitchenette to get his own cup; Qui-Gon was at the stove heating
some food in a pan and turned to greet him.
"Good morning, Obi-Two,"
he said gravely, his eyes dancing. Then, to Obi-Wan's shock, one hand came
around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, hungry kiss that fair bid to melt
his knees.
"Good morning!" he
gasped when the kiss broke, glad his pants were loose about his hips - though
they were tightening. A low chuckle from the table made him turn.
"Master, he's not used to
your morning kisses," the Padawan grinned, arms over his head in a
spine-cracking stretch. "Though you'd better get used to
them, Obi, if you hang around." Standing, he sauntered into the
kitchenette for a refill of his cha, and further surprised Obi-Wan by kissing
him too - not as passionate a kiss but a firm one nonetheless. "Good
morning," he added, filling his cup and returning to his seat.
Nonplused, Obi-Wan sat at the
table and started on his cha. Qui-Gon put a plate of something warm before him
and without thinking he tucked in, then looked up at
the soft chuckle. "I'm sorry, Master, thank you," he said quickly,
his mouth full. So surprised he was by the morning's events he didn't even
realize what he had said.
"Did you sleep
well?" Qui-Gon asked him, also beginning to eat, ignoring the verbal faux
pas.
"Oh, yes. Thank you. Although I felt almost lost when I woke up." Looking
down, he ate in silence for a moment, then looked back
up. "It... feels good to be here. Like I'm back
home. It's very strange."
He noticed Qui-Gon was
exchanging a long look with his Padawan, and said, "What?"
Grinning, Obi-One said,
"Nothing. I've got class in twenty, I'm teaching the six year old focusing
class. Always fun."
"And I've got two
subcommittee meetings this morning. Oh, Yoda called Obi... Obi-Two, I mean, and
he would like you to meet with the Council this morning," Qui-Gon said,
finishing his breakfast.
Obi-Wan sighed. "I guess
they want to grill me. Over an open flame, no doubt."
They all chuckled at that. "I'll call him. Shall..." he suddenly felt
shy. "Shall I meet you back here for lunch?"
"I can't," the
Padawan said, rinsing his cup in the sink. "I've got a date with Bant...
she needs help with the syllabus for her initiates' astrometrics class. I
should be back by second hour, though; should we meet in a gym to work on that
defense?"
"That would be
wise," Qui-Gon said. "I'll reserve 12-b for us again. I'll meet you
here at noon for lunch, Obi-Wan, I mean, Obi-Two. I'm getting a
headache..."
His Padawan laughed as he
passed behind the big man, then leaned in and kissed him soundly. "There's
pain patches in the 'fresher. I've got to hurry!"
Finishing his breakfast,
Obi-Wan took his plate to the sink to rinse, then to place in the dishwasher.
He felt Qui-Gon come up behind him to do the same thing. As he straightened, he
found himself face to face with the big man. "Last night..." Qui-Gon
started.
"Last night I needed
sleep," Obi-Wan interrupted. "Thank you, by the way. I haven't slept
quite that well in, well, weeks, I think."
"You're welcome,"
Qui-Gon answered, smiling. Then he leaned down and kissed him again, gently,
but with as much hunger as before. Wrapping his hands through the thick hair,
Obi-Wan pulled him in firmly and kissed back strongly, his tongue meeting and
dueling with Qui-Gon's. Slowly the kiss gentled, then they broke apart,
content.
"I have to get ready as
well," Qui-Gon said huskily, stroking one finger down Obi-Wan's cheek.
"I'll see you at lunchtime."
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The Council session was, as
usual, draining and tiring. Yoda had done the groundwork; it was up to Obi-Wan
to convince the skeptics of his authenticity. Mace Windu actually came down on
his side; he had watched part of the training bout the day before and had been
convinced of the young Knight's sincerity.
Two and a half hours later, just
before the noon hour, they released him, requested he
not go anywhere for a while, and informed him that Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were on
'vacation' until the entire situation was sorted out. Obi-Wan was surprised to see Qui-Gon waiting for him in the Council
antechamber when he emerged.
"My subcommittee meetings
broke early, and I thought you might need someone to lean on," Qui-Gon
explained. "Rough, was it?"
"Oh, I've had
worse," Obi-Wan said, enjoying Qui-Gon's arm around his shoulders as they
walked through the corridors. "Master Windu is on my side, and that's a
blessing. It's odd, he seems always to be one extreme or the other, either
completely helpful or a total... well, not very nice," Obi-Wan amended
hastily. Qui-Gon laughed, palming open the door.
Once in the privacy of the
apartment, Qui-Gon pulled him into an embrace again, kissing him thoroughly.
"Let's talk for a moment, shall we?" he asked, pulling Obi-Wan to the
sofa.
"Obi-Wan... I mean,
Obi-One... this is ridiculous... anyway, we've talked," Qui-Gon began.
"You've told us about most of your adventures, and while you've done a lot
of good, you haven't really had a chance to just settle down and be yourself
for a while. We'd... we'd like to propose you stay for a week or two... as long
as the Force would allow, anyway... and just decompress. Rest.
Let us help you come to terms with all that you've lost and gained." He
looked earnestly at the young Knight. "Would you like that?"
"Yes," Obi-Wan
breathed, his chest tightening. "I-I've not been able to stay anywhere for
longer than a few days... Oh, yes. I'd like that."
Relieved, Qui-Gon smiled.
"Good. Then, we'd like to ask you something else, and you are completely
free to say no. In fact, I'd like you to think about it before you answer."
Mystified, Obi-Wan nodded his
willingness to listen. "You know that Obi-Wan and I are lovers. Someday,
I'd like to tell you how that came about... but regardless. We would be
happy... honored... if you would share our bed with us. Let us love you as well
as help you. Now, that's a tall order, and personally, I'm not all that sure
the two of you won't kill me. But he was insistent..."
"He was?" Obi-Wan
asked, blinking.
"Yes,
he," Qui-Gon confirmed, grinning. "Obi-Wan is... BOTH my Obi-Wans.. are good, strong, caring, loving men. Wise
beyond their years, worthy of much more love than one silly old Master can
give." He took Obi-Wan's hand. "But what one silly old Master
can give, he will give. You deserve more, but will you take what we
offer?"
Swallowing heavily, Obi-Wan
said the only thing he could. "Yes."
"Good." Qui-Gon sat
still and looked at him for a moment, then gently pulled the smaller man
towards him. Settling him firmly against his chest in a warm hug, he kissed the
tawny hair. "What would you like, my Obi-Wan, my
Obi-Two?"
"You, Master,"
Obi-Wan replied, softly, hoarsely. "You."
"Then you shall have me.
Come."
They stood, and Qui-Gon pulled
him into the bedchamber. Gently, he helped the young Knight disrobe, while
pulling apart his own tunics. Boots and pants were discarded, until they stood
naked in each other's presence. Qui-Gon bent his head and kissed Obi-Wan
gently, letting his lips ghost across the soft cheek to the ear and then to the
throat, while his hands slipped softly over silken skin. He pulled away
slightly, smiling, then turned around and bent forward from his waist over the
bed, resting his weight on his arms.
Obi-Wan couldn't breathe. Of
their own accord, his hands came up to touch, to caress the broad back before
him, to knead the strong globes of Qui-Gon's ass, then to drift forward and pet
the hot, strong erection, causing the bigger man to groan softly. On impulse,
Obi-Wan bent and nuzzled the bigger man's lower back, dragging his tongue down
to the tiny, puckered opening, relishing the musky flavor. Qui-Gon was panting
harshly, trembling as his head drooped between his shoulders. "Lube?" Obi-Wan gasped, then
Forced lifted the indicated tube to himself.
Liberally coating his
erection, he gently nudged Qui-Gon's legs further apart and slowly, firmly
drove his penis home into the big man's body. As he began a steady, pounding
rhythm, he was peripherally aware of Qui-Gon's hand working his own erection
frantically.
"Yes, Obi... oh yes,... do it... hard... good..." Qui-Gon's voice was raw
with lust and his words interspersed with grunts as Obi-Wan drove home.
Dropping into the Moment,
Obi-Wan allowed himself to simply feel, to enjoy the tight heat surrounding his
penis, the clenching muscles, the harsh guttural
sounds Qui-Gon was making in pleasure as Obi-Wan pounded into him. He withdrew
nearly all the way then thrust back in strongly, over and over, reveling in the
intense pleasure.
Gasping with need, Qui-Gon's
hand increased its pace. "Almost... almost..." he was saying in time
to each thrust. Nearly overcome, Obi-Wan managed to change the angle just so,
hitting Qui-Gon's prostate and making him scream suddenly, ejaculate all over
his hand and the bed, and causing his knees to nearly give out. The tight
clench of rectal muscles as Qui-Gon's climax rolled over him brought Obi-Wan
over the edge as well. He threw his head back in a soundless scream as his
orgasm nearly destroyed all his synapses, then slowly
crumpled forward until both men were tumbled in a heap on the edge of the bed.
After a moment, Qui-Gon was
able to move again and shifted, bringing Obi-Wan into his arms to hold him
tenderly. "Are you all right?" he whispered. When Obi-Wan nodded
shakily, he continued, "Are you sure? We... Obi and I... we like it a bit
rough, but I didn't think to ask..."
"It was wonderful,"
Obi-Wan said, his eyes still closed, aftershocks from his intense orgasm still
racing through him.
"Good." Chuckling
gently, Qui-Gon said, "It will be even better tonight. I think my Padawan
may have some evil plan afoot."
"If it gets any better I
may not survive it," Obi-Wan joked, his still-dazed eyes finally opening
to look amazed at Qui-Gon. "I love you."
"I love you too,"
Qui-Gon replied, kissing his nose. "Let's get cleaned up and eat
something. We have to meet Obi-One soon."
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They were a few minutes late
meeting the other Obi-Wan, who gave them a searching look then abruptly
grinned. They worked on the defense for a couple of hours, then
Qui-Gon pled exhaustion and told the two younger men to spar without him. By
then, they had an audience who watched avidly as the two identical men fought.
Mace Windu had learned of the
match and came into the room to sit near Qui-Gon. The two Masters watched with
the rest of the spectators in awe at the two young men. Precisely - of course -
matched, they sparred with a fierce intensity that quite amazed everyone in the
room, dancing back and forth in a deadly, gorgeous ballet.
Leaping, spinning,
nearly flying over one another, their reduced power 'sabers were flashing
blurs. Obi-Wan still fought with his Master's bigger 'saber, and that,
ultimately, was his downfall. As he grew tired and sweaty, a parry that he
would have done automatically with a smaller 'saber was missed, and the Padawan
managed to get in the 'killing' stroke. They powered down, grinning at each
other, then were surprised at the sudden, enthusiastic applause that rang
through the room.
Qui-Gon rose and wrapped both
men to him in a fierce hug, laughing out loud. Then he turned and hauled both
over to where he had been sitting with Mace Windu. "Still doubt that
Obi-Wan is ready for his trials, Mace?" he asked,
grinning. His Padawan looked up at him in shock.
Windu grinned wryly.
"After that demonstration, I am nearly convinced, Qui-Gon. I'll take it up
before the Council again."
"Good. Obi-One and Obi-Two,
that match deserves a treat. Dinner is on me."
And dinner was. After
showering and changing, Qui-Gon dragged both young men out of the
Once back in their quarters,
they wasted little time. During dinner, the three of them had been flirting and
teasing each other, driving the sexual tension up by notches. Disrobing down to
leggings, they cuddled on the sofa, Qui-Gon in the middle. When his apprentice
laughingly protested, he defended himself by saying, "Give an old man his
feast, Padawan. This way, I can kiss both my Obis with minimal fuss."
"But what if one of the
Obis wants to kiss the other?" Obi-Wan asked reasonably, his eyes dancing
in mischief as he looked at his counterpart.
"Then I'm in the perfect
position to watch," Qui-Gon murmured, his hands unconsciously tightening
on broad shoulders. The Padawan gasped slightly, his lips parting as he stared
at the young Knight. Without even realizing it, they leaned in closer to each
other until they were simply a breath apart. Their lips touched gently,
caressingly, and one tongue darted out to taste. Qui-Gon inhaled sharply.
Obi-Wan wasn't
really sure what happened after that; his brain seemed to blip out of conscious
thought. He did remember kissing the other Obi-Wan, somewhat passionately too,
and remembered thinking that Qui-Gon was a wonderful teacher in so many ways.
He remembered Qui-Gon kissing him, then kissing his Padawan, and he remembered
watching breathlessly as Qui-Gon sank his mouth down over his counterpart's
erection, listening to the other Obi-Wan moan at the sensation. And he also
remembered doing the same to Qui-Gon, taking the man's enormous erection into
his own mouth. The three made an interesting picture, lying in decadence on the
sofa, but none wanted the evening to end there.
Eventually, they wound up in
the bedroom. The Padawan was nearly inarticulate in his pleas to Qui-Gon, and
Obi-Wan remembered what the Master had admitted to him earlier in the day,
about them liking it on the rough side. He watched avidly as Qui-Gon prepared
the other man, only stretching him a little bit before slowly introducing his
thick erection to Obi-One's anus. To judge from the shrieking pleasure coming
from the other Obi-Wan, he enjoyed the slight burn and the incredible pounding
he must be feeling, and the thought of it made Obi-Wan harder. Diving beneath
the kneeling man, he took his erection in his mouth, bringing him over the
edge.
Qui-Gon froze, concentrating
on not coming as his Padawan's body spasmed around his cock. When Obi-One
collapsed beneath him, he looked at Obi-Two, smiling ferally. "You want
this?" he asked, withdrawing his still hard erection slowly from the
Padawan. Obi-Wan nodded, swallowing.
He rolled over to his stomach
and enjoyed the sensation of Qui-Gon opening him with his fingers. Before he
was quite loose enough, the blunt, hot head of the Master's large penis was
pushing insistently inside. The burn was exquisite and he keened in pleasure as
the huge phallus rubbed against his prostate.
As his body grew used to the
stretching, Qui-Gon began thrusting, as rhythmically as Obi- Wan had earlier, making
the Knight whimper. As the Padawan watched, his eyes gleaming in renewed lust,
Qui-Gon wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan's abdomen and hauled him up, using
gravity to drive his cock even deeper. Obi-Wan threw his head back on Qui-Gon's
shoulder and hung on, gasping for air, arms wrapped around Qui-Gon's neck and
using his toes to lever himself up and down, his grunts and cries inflaming all
three men.
Then Obi-One lowered his head
to take Obi-Two's penis into his mouth. Kneeling upright, Obi-Wan impaled on
his cock, Qui-Gon looked down over the young Knight's shoulder to see his
Padawan's head bobbing up and down on the hot, hard length, and pulling at his
own renewed erection. It about drove him insane, but he managed to hold off a
bit longer, wanting to make it last as long as he could for the Knight writhing
and grunting on his lap.
Between incredible hot suction
on his cock and the pounding on his prostate, when Obi-Wan finally came, he
screamed, arching his back in a rictus of overwhelming pleasure. He blacked out
as he went limp in Qui-Gon's arms.
When he came back to himself,
he was stretched out comfortably on the bed, facing Qui-Gon, who was on his
back and taking his Padawan into his body. Their lips were locked in a
passionate kiss as Obi-One slowly drove deep into the bigger man's body, making
him grunt. Breaking the kiss, they looked at him and smiled, then took turns
kissing him until Obi-One's hips started jerking spasmodically and he started
keening as he came deep inside his Master's body. It was a beautiful sight,
Obi-Wan reflected as he drifted off to sleep, happier than he had been in
months, bracketed by two people who loved him.
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Days turned to a week, then to
two weeks, then a month. The situation on the Senate floor became more
troublesome, as the trade route taxation situation grew more inflamed. Two more
weeks passed. The Trade Federation finally threatened blockade, and the Council
abruptly passed Obi-One for his trials.
Obi-Two meanwhile had become
as much of a favorite around the
The Padawan was a mass of
nerves before his trials, and Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon had a job to calm him down
sufficiently. He kept asking Obi-Wan for hints about his trials, but Obi-Wan
merely smiled mysteriously and kept mum. Several hours later, when a victorious
new Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi emerged, Obi-Two confessed that he had NOT taken
formal trials at all, and was nearly beaten for it. Qui-Gon separated them,
laughing uproariously.
The Knighting ceremony was
very poignant for Obi-Wan. He managed to hold back his tears while watching a
similarly choked up Qui-Gon say the words of blessing and cut through the long
Padawan braid, but it was a near thing. Obi-Wan's face was ecstatic as Qui-Gon
handed him the long coil. Kissing his Master tenderly, he presented it right
back to him, amid applause from the onlookers. Their pair bond and intent to
marry was announced at that moment as well, to absolutely no one's surprise.
Mid-way through the
congratulations, Obi-Wan had to leave, to get some air, he told himself. He
found himself on the very same balcony outside the Council Chambers where he
and his Master had waited for Anakin's testing, months - what felt now like
years - ago. Brooding, he looked out over the Coruscant
skyline. That's how Qui-Gon and Obi-One found him, some time later.
Pulling his virtual twin into
a hug, Obi-One kissed his forehead. "Are you all right, my brother?"
he asked softly.
"I'm fine," he said
roughly, returning the embrace. Qui-Gon wrapped his big arms around both of
them, squeezing gently.
"I know how hard this
must be for you," he murmured, nuzzling red-gold hair. "I wish there
were some way to make it easier."
"Easier?" Obi-Wan
snorted. "I'm actually happier now than I've been in months. You two have
given me back my center, loved me into a puddle and strengthened my backbone.
What more could one man ask for? My only wish is... that I could stay here
forever."
That last, sad comment sobered
all three of them. Qui-Gon said softly, "Yoda told me privately a few
minutes ago that the Trade Federation has initiated a blockade against Naboo,
and the Chancellor is asking for me. I expect we'll be leaving in a few
days."
Obi-Wan stiffened, but neither
of the two other men would allow him to speak. "It's different, my
brother," Obi-One said firmly. "The Jedi will be sending Master Jinn
and Knight Kenobi to Naboo, not a Master and a Padawan. We will whip this Sith's ass, thanks to you."
Chuckling at his former
Padawan's words, Qui-Gon agreed. "I will not allow us to become separated,
Obi, either emotionally or physically. And this time, we will bring back
evidence of Palpatine's complicity with the Trade Federation, and end this
threat once and for all." He kissed Obi-Wan's temple tenderly. "You
have averted much tragedy here. And elsewhere, too, you know."
Allowing himself
to sink into the embrace, Obi-Wan swallowed and closed his eyes. // It will NOT
happen again, // he said to himself, and heard his doppleganger chuckle in his
mind.
// No, it won't, // Obi-One
thought to him firmly. Their mental communication was not used often, since
both men were rather squeamish about it for some reason. However, when they did
use it, it was to good effect.
Sighing resolutely, Obi-Wan
opened his eyes. "I haven't properly congratulated Knight Kenobi, then,
have I?" he asked Qui-Gon, determined to change the subject.
"No, I don't think you
have," Qui-Gon answered him thoughtfully. "Actually, I haven't
either. Perhaps we could do something for him together?"
The ex-Padawan was looking
between the two men with increasingly humorous trepidation. "Uh... like
what?" he finally said, trying to inch out of the embrace without much
success.
"Hm," Obi-Wan made a
show of thinking. "I've always been partial to Kenobi sandwiches,
myself," he drawled, looking at Qui-Gon with a barely suppressed grin.
"As am I, Obi-Two,"
Qui-Gon replied, equally dryly. "Let me see, the recipe for that would be
me in him.."
"And him in me,"
Obi-Wan finished, whispering into the new Knight's ear. The three men shuddered
as one, then broke all land-speed records returning to
their quarters, laughing all the way.
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Many hours and several orgasms
later, Obi-Wan slept wrapped around and wrapped in his lovers. Entering REM
sleep, he seemed to be floating above Coruscant, seeing the entire planet
spread, turning slowly before him, the
>From a corner of the
vision, something began to intrude. After a moment, Obi-Wan realized what it
was, and woke up screaming to find his lovers trying to calm him down.
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"It was blood," he
said later, nearer to dawn, after the three of them had managed to get a little
more sleep. They were still in bed, drinking cups of cha that Obi-One had
fetched. Qui-Gon was propped against the headboard, holding Obi-Wan tightly in
his arms, and the former Padawan was draped across their legs. "It began
in a corner of the vision, then slowly began to
infiltrate the whole picture," Obi-Wan continued in a flat voice,
"until the entire
"But...what does
it...?" Obi-One was as disturbed by the image as his 'twin' was, and
looked to his former Master for guidance.
Qui-Gon sighed heavily.
"It was sent by the Force, wasn't it, Obi?"
Nodding, Obi-Wan closed his
eyes and snuggled deeper into his lovers' embrace. "It means I've
overstayed my welcome here, my brother, and have to move on."
"No..." Obi-One's
voice was distraught. "It's... it's not fair. You should be able to
stay..."
"No one ever said life
was fair, Padawan," Qui-Gon said gently, his voice rough with emotion. "Even though I agree with you. However..."
"...However, I cannot go
against the Will of the Force," Obi-Wan whispered. "I should leave. Soon. Waiting will only make it harder."
Biting back tears, Qui-Gon
nodded. After a moment, a fierce Obi-One sat up and abruptly pulled Obi-Two
into an embrace, kissing him with a passion that was nearly overwhelming.
"Take me," he said harshly. "Fuck me. One last
time. If you have to go, go taking and leaving this memory." He
looked at his former Master, soon to be husband, and Qui-Gon simply nodded.
Obi-Wan kissed the young man
back with an equal passion and fire, rolling them off Qui-Gon's legs and
grinding their sudden erections together Then he flipped Obi-One over and
pushed inside his still-slick, still-loosened body, hissing in need. Obi-One
spread his legs wide and sank down on his rigid erection until he was nearly
flat on the bed, Obi-Two on his knees undulating and thrusting on top of him.
Qui-Gon moved to his knees
behind the copulating young men, his own erection weeping at the sight, sound
and smell of them. Spreading Obi-Wan's cheeks, he thrust inside firmly, causing
all three men to gasp. It didn't take long to find the rhythm, and the three of
them moved in sync for a long time, driving each other to the heights of
passion - exchanging wet, sloppy kisses, babbling endearments, screaming and
grunting in inarticulate need - before finally triggering an orgasm that could
have shattered a planet.
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It was later in the morning, a
beautiful morning as usual on climate-controlled Coruscant. Yoda and Mace Windu
accompanied a numb trio - Qui-Gon and two Obi-Wan Kenobis - to a sheltered spot
in the main statuary garden. The three men hugged tightly, then
one of the Obi-Wan's took the other's head in his hands and kissed him.
"I miss the braid,"
he other one said, rubbing his hand over the brush cut that had yet to grow
out. "You'll... take good care of him...?"
Fighting off tears, the other
Obi-Wan simply nodded, kissed him again and turned away. Qui-Gon took his
place, tenderly and deeply kissing the young Knight.
"Be strong, my
Obi-Wan," he murmured as he embraced the young man tightly. "Remember
we love you."
Tears spilled then, from
several sets of eyes, to be wiped away on tunic sleeves. Obi-Wan stepped away
and sank into a meditation pose, trying to center himself
as he drew his 'saber. "The Force be with you,
young Knight," Yoda murmured from where he stood, a few feet away. Qui-Gon
and Obi-Wan wrapped their arms around each other, their eyes never leaving the
other Obi-Wan's eyes.
"I love you,"
Obi-Wan said, then pressed the switch.
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