Growth
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's not as if he
hadn't known it would happen.
Sexual maturity was
a reality for almost every sentient species; his was no exception.
He had known that
soon it would be his time. The thoughts
had started a few months ago. Dreams of
romance and of passion. The emotions
were confusing, tormenting him in the dark and haunting him with images of
desire towards another that could never become reality.
He thought he knew
what would happen as he physically matured. He was not a child in the crèche;
he was a Jedi. But nothing had prepared
him for the physically reality.
Sith take him, but
he was so aroused most of the time he was in pain.
And he had not
been prepared for the reality that only one person was in his thoughts.
He knew that he
would have to speak of this to his Master.
There were some things that even a Jedi couldn't face alone. Much to his disgust, this appeared to be one
of them.
If nothing else he
now had a new and somewhat sympathetic view towards the young padawans who
always had seemed to be hormones on legs to his jaded eyes. And now the hormone was on the other foot,
so to speak.
Knowing that
meditation was doing nothing save for making his knees ache, he rose and padded
quietly to check on the other who shared his rooms. He looked longingly on the sleeping man; ruthlessly suppressing
his less than pure thoughts for fear that he would be unable to control their
path through the training bond they shared.
With a last long,
loving look, he went to his own bed.
Tomorrow he would talk to his Master.
**********
Tomorrow, it seemed,
had other plans. He stared at the
message on the screen in front of him, unable to believe his eyes.
Hoth? They were being sent to Hoth? Cold, barren, lets-huddle-together-for-
warmth Hoth? By all that
was holy, could the timing have been worse?
Master and Padawan had often shared a bed while on assignment. Lack of space seemed to be some unwritten
rule of Jedi missions.
What was he going
to do?
Six days on a
shuttle, sharing a cramped cabin, then Sith knew how long living in a tiny,
frigid, hollowed out ice cave disguised as "guest quarters".
Nothing moved at
night on Hoth. There was no nightlife,
no community centres, no theatre, nothing.
No, the natives of Hoth, at least the sentient ones, closed the doors of
their communities, and then they all went to bed in order to conserve heat. Or,
more likely, to generate some.
Small wonder it
was a polygamous society.
They would share a
room, and they would share a bed, and he would be unable to hide his physical
responses. He had no doubts whatsoever
that his body would betray him. The
last time they had been to Hoth he had been too young to realise that two men
stripping naked and spending a long night wrapped around each other could in
any way be interpreted as an intensely sexual experience.
So he was a moron.
He had no such
illusions now. Just the thought of
having those strong arms wrapped around him...that sensuous body pressed
against his...the silky feel of the hair...
His orgasm took
him completely by surprise. He hadn't
so much as glanced in the direction of his groin! Wonderful. Well,
if he'd had any doubts about speaking with his Master before they left
for Hoth, this little demonstration settled them.
Disgusted with his
lack of control, he went to change his robes, and find his Master.
***********
"Master, I
beg of you stop laughing, there is nothing even remotely amusing about this
situation. I cannot go to Hoth in this
condition and share a bed with.... Master
you seem to be having trouble breathing shall I call for a healer?"
This was not going
according to plan. He had come to his
Master and had confessed both his physical condition and his, um, concerns, and
both had been greeted, not with compassion, but with gales of laughter.
Honesty was not
always the best policy - he felt utterly humiliated. His Master seemed completely un-surprised both by his condition,
which told him he was likely broadcasting, and his confession of love.
"Not that I
in any way question the wisdom of the Council...Master you are going to do
yourself an injury.... Master please! My concerns are not unfounded. How am I
expected to share a platonic night in the same bed with someone who inspires
few, if any, platonic thoughts."
Temper tantrums
did not become Jedi. Nor did hysterical
laughter become one of the advanced years of his Master.
Yet here the two
of them were, one brooding, the other not even trying to suppress his glee at
the situation.
"How can you
stand there and tell me that my reactions are normal? I mean that I understand that the physical is normal, but the
emotions? The wants? The desire? The need? I feel it with every cell of my being, Master, and it is becoming
impossible to control. Master, kindly stop
tittering at me. I do not find this in
the least amusing."
With a sigh, the
ageing Jedi Master brought himself under control and moved over to where his
Padawan was sitting on the floor.
"Open your
mind."
Reluctantly, he
did as he was told and dropped his shields, baring his soul for the other to
see.
"Control for
you, important it is, necessary always, it is not." Yoda brushed the silver brown hair out of
his former Padawan's eyes.
Qui-Gon looked
into the eyes of his Master and sighed.
"I am in love with my Padawan, a situation I find I untenable. I have to tell Obi-Wan something, my Master,
and I am open to suggestions."
"Truth, my
friend. Speak to him the truth."
*********
As a child,
Qui-Gon had once visited Dagobah with Yoda.
Many years later he had understood and greatly appreciated the lessons
he had learned while there.
However, during
the sixty cycles they had been there he had despised every microsecond. When he had nightmares of the Dark Side, he
imagined it to be like the dank, murky bogs of Yoda's home.
He had imagined
that those who Turned spent eternity in a swamp on Dagobah, carrying an effigy
of Yoda on their backs.
He was wrong.
The Transport had
been everything he'd imagined and more.
Two Jedi and a Wookie made three on a ship built for an Ewok. Obi-Wan had been unable to contain his odd
sense of humour, and Qui-Gon spent the trip hovering between laughter and
tears.
He had spent most
of his time pretending to meditate, and wondering if any of his species had
ever actually died as a result of sexual frustration.
And now they were
standing in the quarters set aside for visiting dignitaries. One room, in the
center of which was a large pool of hot spring fed water, the only source of
heat other than themselves. One large
bed, covered with furs.
Obi-Wan commented
it looked like something out of a Pleasure Den on Coruscant. *That* was an image Qui-Gon could have
lived without.
"Well Master,
as we have no where to be for the next few cycles, I am going to take a bath
and relax - care to join me?"
Qui-Gon now knew
the Damned went to Hoth.
**********
The training bond
was all but gone.
His Master hadn't
completely severed it, but it was barely a whisper of what it had been.
Obi-Wan knew that the
bond between them had always been stronger and somehow truer than that of other
master/padawan pairs. Even before
Qui-Gon had accepted him as his Padawan Learner, he had been able to touch the
mind of the other. It had saved his
life, and it had saved Qui-Gon's life.
The bond had
expanded and strengthened. Emotions
were easily read, and while thoughts were not exchanged, images often
were. It enabled them to move together,
to learn from each other, and it had kept them alive.
Somehow, Obi-Wan
knew that it was only a matter of time before they formed a full Bond, one that
enabled them to actually read the projected thought of the other - to have
conversations within their own minds.
And maybe then...
But now there was
less than there had been at the beginning.
Obi-Wan felt empty. His mind and
soul had known the presence of another for so very long that he was almost
unable to cope. It felt as if there
were something he could almost, but not quiet hear. As if something vital to his existence was just ever so slightly
out of range.
He hadn't realised
just how bad it had become until the first night they had arrived on this Force
forsaken ice cube. He had been relaxing
in the hot pool in their quarters when his master has stripped and joined him. Obi-Wan had seen his Master naked many
times, but never, ever, had he seen him with an erection. It had forced all the air from his
lungs. He had been completely unable to
hold back the wave of lust (and not a little envy) that had hit him. But as he opened his mouth to apologise, he
saw that Qui-Gon had not noticed. He
had probed gently along the bond, and realised that what he had inadvertently
sent had not been received.
He had almost
cried.
The last time they
had been here, the two men had slept wrapped in each other's arms. Obi-Wan had loved the safe and warm feelings
that it had evoked. He knew that his
Master had no feelings for him other than that of a much-loved student; that
had become quite clear over the years - but somehow he couldn't help but dream
soft dreams when his Master was close.
For the last five
nights Qui-Gon had stripped off his robes, gathered the furs around him, and
turned his back on his apprentice. It
had hurt badly enough that Obi-Wan had felt the need to meditate to help
release his tangled emotions into the force.
He knew that
Qui-Gon didn't love him, he had accepted it and moved on as it were. He knew that he wasn't projecting or
broadcasting any inappropriate emotions or desires. So why had his Master cut him off?
**There
is no Passion, there is Serenity**
Yeah, right.
***************
"They've
accepted the treaty, all three sides are happy, and the Council has come out of
this with its dignity intact - Master, does this mean we can go someplace a little
more hospitable to warm blooded life?"
"Obi-Wan you
know better than to anticipate the needs of the Council - perhaps they will send us to Dagobah, or
somewhere on the Outer Rim."
Obi-Wan didn't
even try to suppress the groan and was rewarded with the first genuine smile
he'd seen in what felt like forever.
"Relax my
friend, we are being sent to Phalate Prime - temperate, beautiful, three moons,
and I'm told the locals are highly warm blooded."
That was a tone of
voice that he had never heard Qui-Gon use, and he wasn't so sure he liked it.
******************
Qui-Gon wondered
how much longer he as going to be able to hide from Obi- Wan.
It was a stupid
thing to even be attempting. He was a
Jedi Master, a teacher, and a diplomat; considered a wise man. Reduced to a six and a half foot tall
erection.
He knew he had to
tell his apprentice the truth, and soon, or Yoda would take it upon himself to
do it for him. And no matter what the
personal cost, Qui-Gon knew that the information had to come from him. Not that
he considered Yoda to be insensitive, but he somehow doubted that the ageing
master would be able to keep his opinions on the matter to himself. And Yoda was most undignified when he
giggled.
He knew in his
heart that he had put it off too long already.
Hoth had been a nightmare, and Phalate Prime had been worse; at least on
the ice plains of Hoth Obi-Wan had kept his clothes on.
He was going to
lose his apprentice. The fear washed
over him like an icy wind. He centred himself, knowing he had to release the
fear into the force but it was becoming so difficult. How could he reconcile losing the one person who was most vital
to his continued well-being?
Yoda had no
answers for him. For a brief time he
had considered confiding to Mace, asking for his opinion, or advice, or who
knew what. He had dismissed the idea
quickly. The fewer that knew about
this, the better.
Qui-Gon knew that
he was letting vanity and fear override common sense and he didn't have a clue
how to stop. He needed to meditate -
desperately. He also needed sleep, and
food.
And may the Sith
rule the galaxy, he needed to have sex with someone other than
himself.
A sharp buzzing
interrupted his chaotic thought
"Master? Where are you? Are
we not supposed to be involved in a sabre practice session?"
Wonderful. It seemed he couldn't even manage to be
punctual. Jedi Master indeed.
*************
Obi-Wan stood in
front of his Master with his lightsaber at the older man's throat and came to the
not so startling conclusion that enough was enough.
"Master, do
you not think it is time to tell me what is going on?"
"Padawan do
not feel that you were able to best me today only because I am distracted. You have come far in your training, never doubt
that."
"Master..."
Qui-Gon closed his
eyes and Obi-Wan noticed that a small smile had been allowed escape. "Yes Padawan, I agree it is long past
the time for me to be honest with you.
I wish to bathe and rest - gather my thoughts," he added and Obi-Wan
let his protest die, unvoiced. "I
will tell you everything. Obi-Wan, but I need to do so in my own fashion."
"Fine Master,
but do not think that I will forgo this.
You will tell me."
*******
The bath had done
nothing to calm Qui-Gon's nerves. He
considered meditating, but knew that he would have no better luck there than he
had for days.
Obi-Wan needed to
know the truth. Qui-Gon had never lied
to his Padawan and this was not the time to start. Donning fresh robes he simply sat on a couch
and waited for Obi-Wan's return, trying to order to his whirlwind thoughts.
The young man
entered their quarters and without a word sat on the floor at his Master's
feet. An image, white hot, flared in
Qui-Gon's mind and he decided space was needed. He stood and crossed the room with little of his usual dignity.
Obi-Wan's jaw hit
the floor. "Right. Qui-Gon Jinn, you will tell me
what is going on and you will tell me now.
You haven't eaten for days, meditated for weeks, and I suspect it's been
even longer since you slept. You are
short tempered, and I have twice almost beheaded you in combat. I am beginning to fear for your control,
and perhaps my sanity. Master, what is
happening? Honestly, if I didn't know you as I do I would think you were in
love."
"Were it that
simple my Obi-Wan. It seems that I
have reached maturity."
"Maturity? Master what are you talking about? Has something made you think you are
old? Master you are only 60."
"No, Obi-Wan
not that type of maturity. I have neared
the first quarter of my life-span, and have reached sexual maturity."
"Sexual m...
You mean Puberty? Master you're 60
years old."
"It's not
quite the same for us. I went through
part of what you would call puberty in my early twenties. I grow hair, for example, and my voice has
already risen."
"Excuse me,
did you say the tenor of your voice went up??"
"Yes, of
course. And I shall grow no taller;
height is not a sexual characteristic.
But there are some similarities to your puberty."
"Hormones?"
Obi-Wan asked, not unkindly.
"Hormones,"
Qui-Gon confirmed. "I find I am
unable to control the reactions of my body.
As my physical sexual characteristics continue to develop, I find my self...distracted."
"No
*taller*...develop... Sith! Master, how
much bigger can it get?"
For the first time
in his life, Qui-Gon blushed.
*****
A cup of soothing
tea in his hand, Qui-Gon waited for the questions to start. He knew he was not
going to enjoy answering them, but he knew that he must.
"Are you a
virgin, Master?"
Oh good, start
with the easy one. "Yes, Obi-Wan I
am. Until a few weeks ago, no other
possibility existed for me."
"You mean
you've never even...um..."
"Pleasured
myself? I have had three padawans, all of
whom reached sexual maturity while under my care, I am familiar with the
concept, but it is only recently that I have had any physical need to do
so."
"You seem to
be taking this all rather well. I see
no cause for distraction, not to the extent I've seen anyway. What haven't you told me yet Master?"
Qui-Gon gathered
himself tightly. Moment of truth. "Do you trust me, Obi- Wan?"
There was no
hesitation "With my soul, Master."
"I have
already spoken with Master Yoda, he shall take over the last of your training,
if you so choose. You need to learn
more of the living Force, and he is perhaps the best teacher for you. I shall be available for you if-"
"MASTER!" said Obi-Wan, obviously trying to keep the desperation out of his voice "What are you talking about? Why are you leaving me? What have I done!?!"
Qui-Gon was aghast
as his Padawan, his friend, his equal in so very many ways knelt on the floor
in front of him, tears barely held back.
This was not going at all well.
"Obi-Wan,
please do not fear, you have done nothing wrong. It is I who have betrayed you, but please know and understand
that it was not by choice."
Obi-Wan reached up
a hand and tugged at the older man until he joined him on the floor. When they sat face to face, he tried again.
"Qui-Gon, I
have been trained, by you I might add, to communicate in fifteen languages;
could you please start over using one of them."
"I love
you. I am 'in love' with you. I desire you. Does that allow you to understand why I am no longer able to
attend to your training?"
"You...?
How...? When?"
"I have loved
you with all my heart for many, many years, my friend. But the feelings have been non-sexual. Even
if you hadn't been a child, sexually speaking, *I* was. It never occurred to me that we would still
be together when maturity came- I am a little early."
"Master, is
this why you have closed your mind to me?" Obi-Wan thought for a moment, trying to decide if he was himself
ready for this. "Will you open
your mind to me? I do not want to leave
you Master, can't we try?"
"No." The word was spoken softly, and Qui-Gon
watched Obi-Wan shiver, as if something unpleasant had slithered down his
spine.
He watched his
Padawan try to contain himself before rising to his feet and beginning a most
un-Jedi like pacing. "Master, how
can you deny us the chance to continue?
You can't fear rejection - I refuse to believe you paid so little
attention to me during my own puberty.
I would be more than willing..."
"Obi-Wan!" Qui-Gon rose and grabbed his Padawan's
shoulders. "I am entrusted with
your training, *willing* does not enter into it. I remember your puberty clearly.
I knew that you had a crush on me, and that you felt rejected. The
images were interesting, but as meaningless to me as a display of… Gungan
erotic sculptures. Perhaps I should
have explained that then, to ease your heart, but you have not exactly been
pining away in unrequited love, and when the opportunity presents itself your
bed does not remain empty."
Disgusted with himself, and uncomfortably aware that touching his
apprentice had been dangerous to his libido, he turned away and walked out to
the terrace overlooking the Council chamber.
"This discussion is at an end, please prepare yourself for the
change."
"No Qui-Gon,
it is not. What are you not telling me,
Master? The truth, Master,
please."
"Padawan, I
do not seek a bed-partner, it is...not our way."
There is no
passion, there is serenity: For the
first time Obi-Wan understood what that mean.
"You seek a mate. Your
people mate for life, don't they, Master."
A Soul Bond. Qui-Gon had all but severed their training
bond so as not to accidentally force himself into his Padawan's mind. He felt like screaming his joy to the skies. Joining his Master on the balcony, Obi-Wan
found he could no longer keep the smile off his face.
"I love
you."
"It does not
matter. I am your teacher, your
trainer. It is a betrayal of
trust."
"Qui-Gon, are
you listening to yourself?
Teacher? Trainer? This is not the Coruscant Academy, you are
not a professor - you are a part of me."
"I am still
your Master."
"The way you
have been behaving the past few cycles, I wonder. Look, you are inferring that we have a relationship based on
trust and on my need to be trained by you.
If that were the case, masters would be interchangeable - do you feel
that they are?"
"Obi-Wan, you
are refusing to see what..."
"No, Master,
it is you who is blind to what is in front of you. You have put yourself through torment for no reason, and dragged
me down with you. Oh Qui- Gon, why do
you not listen to your own lessons?"
Obi-Wan stopped his pacing and sat on the cold balcony tiles at his
master's feet.
"Master, do
you not understand? You have been
inside my head since I was 13. We had forged the beginnings of a bond even
before I was officially taken as your Padawan Learner. Reflect back upon the bonds you had with
your other padawans. Was your training
bond with Xanatos even a fraction of what we have - or rather what we had
before you decided that I needed to have a piece of my soul amputated for my
own good."
Obi-Wan stopped
talking for a moment and opened his arms.
Qui-Gon sank to the floor and took hold of the offered hands.
"The first
threads of a Soul Bond formed long ago.
The Force has put us together, do not cast us asunder. Oh, my Master, I love you, I am 'in love'
with you, and by the Force, I desire you."
Qui-Gon didn't
answer him. He didn't seem to be able
to. Instead he lowered his mental
shields and let Obi-Wan in.
His head was
flooded with feelings and images. All
of Qui-Gon's emotions soared into his mind and carried him away. Qui-Gon wanted him, needed him, loved him. It was every impossible dream that had ever
haunted him in the darkness.
Instinct told him
that he would need to take the lead - at least for now. Some of the images that were now lingering
in his thoughts told him that his Master was no shy flower, although he wasn't
entirely sure some of them were anatomically possible...
He opened his eyes
and saw the pain on the other's face. Qui-Gon had let the control go but
Obi-Wan now understood that he had it in his power to ease the pain.
"Oh my
Master, let me..." he reached out and caressed the beautiful proud face of
his love. Oh to finally be able to
touch this man as a lover. With quick
fluid movements Obi-Wan stripped the robes off his Master. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to
simply feel; to be able to touch the warm soft skin was such a joy, a simple
pleasure that amounted to so much.
Qui-Gon was
suffering, so Obi-Wan decided that a bit of relief was needed. He reached down and began a slow, steady,
smooth stroking designed to bring the other to a quick, fast finish.
He was unprepared
for the scream that accompanied Qui-Gon's orgasm. He was a bit concerned until he realised that he had heard the
sound in his mind, not with his ears.
"Qui-Gon? Do you feel it, love? The Bond?"
His breathing was
still erratic, but some semblance of control was returning to his fevered mind.
"Obi-Wan, are
you sure? There is still time to
stop. You don't fully understand what
it is you are doing here."
"Master, your
thoughts have made it perfectly clear."
"Obi-Wan, please,
you know that we mate for life..."
"You are
concerned that my life-span is so much shorter than your. Master, we will have perhaps a hundred years
together in this life and then we will be together for eternity in the force. I know that you will likely outlive me by
several hundred years and that is a long time to be alone, but Master, I will
somehow always be there for you. I will
never leave you." Obi-Wan's voice
faded as Qui-Gon began looking at him as if he had lost his mind.
"Obi-Wan, that
I might outlive you never crossed my mind.
It is a Soul Bond, you would survive my death, but I will not live one
breath past the end of your life. But,
as a Bonded pair our lives as Jedi will forever changed."
"Oh, My
Master...my life forever changed the first second I saw you. But I think perhaps you are right, I am not
sure I can live with the knowledge that I will shorten your physical life. But to be honest with you my Master, I do
not think that even if I had the slightest desire to do so, I could stop
this. Now, kindly stop bemoaning your
fate, and come here and enjoy it."
Obi-Wan's touch
felt like a cool waterfall on his overheated skin. Qui-Gon was drowning in sensation. He tried to focus, to understand what was happening. He felt he
was losing himself.
"No my love,
not lost, still seeking. Come to me,
let me show you the way to the light."
Qui-Gon tried once
again to focus, then gave in to the desires of his heart and soul. He wanted...no, he didn't know what he
wanted, other than to know every inch of the man who was caressing him, leaving
streaks of fire where ever he touched.
"Master..."
**Master**
Qui-Gon shuddered
as he realised he had heard the word as a caress in his mind. He felt the gentle press of lips against his
own and lost whatever remained of his battle for control.
Qui-Gon lay in his
lover's close embrace, trembling through the aftermath of his second
orgasm. He was somewhat shocked to find
himself still hard, still in need, but Obi-Wan didn't seem fazed in the least
and the warm hands that were soothing him slid to caress his flanks. He felt the warm joyous feelings travelling
down the ever strengthening bond.
Obi-Wan's love for him was all encompassing, all powerful and nothing
could ever harm him as he was protected within the shield of it.
**Master, has your
love for me ever been anything less?**
Qui-Gon finally
felt some of his legendary control returning to him. He looked up into the green-blue eyes of his apprentice, and
laughed aloud at the thought that here it was he who was the apprentice.
"I have no
idea what to do, Obi-Wan."
"Well, you
certainly had some ideas earlier."
The grin was best described as lecherous.
Qui-Gon felt a
weight lift. It was going to be - no it
already was - all right. Everything was good, and right, with them, with the
force, with the entire universe.
**Well Master, I
don't know about the universe, at least not yet.**
Qui-Gon laughed
out loud and it felt *good*. He reached
up to touch the hair that had haunted his dreams and wrapped the braid around
his hand, using it as a handle to bring the other's mouth to his. Perfect.
No other word would do. Obi-Wan's lips were soft and warm, the slight
stubble tingled. It was a gentle kiss,
soft, easy. Discovery and temptation -
he felt the pressure to explode once more but he wanted to keep this gentle, to
be able to explore, to learn all there was to learn about his young love.
**Master, there
will be time for gentleness later**
And once again, his
love, both his student and his teacher, was right.
*******************