From: Katrinka Obi-Wan could feel his master gently touching his memories. He had expected it to be like the mindrape he had experienced with Xanatos, but instead it was like the soft caress of a lover. Qui-Gon could feel his fears of becoming like Hayata. Then Obi-Wan felt the same fears that Qui-Gon had. He felt connected to his Master. //Hayata took the innocence from both of us.// Obi-Wan couldn't tell if the thought was his or Qui-Gon's. Suddenly the connection ended, and his Master pulled out of his mind. "We never really discussed Hayata." The fingers still caressed his hair. "We should have." "I don't want to remember." Obi-Wan sank to the floor. He could feel his Master sitting down beside him. "Why won't he leave my thoughts?" "The man might be dead, but his memory lives on in us." Qui-Gon's voice was soft. "We are both afraid to give ourselves fully to love because of Hayata." "I still dream of him," Obi-Wan confessed. "Sometimes, when I wake in your arms, I'm confused. I think you're him. It frightens me." "The same thing happens to me, beloved. When I wake, and you're against my back, I think it's him and it takes all my willpower not to panic." Qui-Gon spoke gently. "I repeat to myself that I am no longer a child, that I am strong." Obi-Wan turned to face his lover. "Does it help?" "I wouldn't love you if it didn't." Qui-Gon gave a half-smile. "The hardest thing to do was learn to trust. Hayata made me wary of believing in people. I trusted him, and look what he did." "I was only with him a year. How did you survive five years with him? How did you learn to trust again?" "It was very hard," Qui-Gon admitted. "I put up many walls. When I was free of him, I found the walls wouldn't fall down. I was so changed, that when Yoda became my Master, he suggested that I take a new name." "Did it help?" "The one known as Yun-Yan Wu is dead. No matter how much I want to, I will never regain my innocence." //His coldness, his lack of emotions, were because of Hayata,// Obi-Wan realized. //I wish I had been allowed to meet his innocent side.// Finally, Obi-Wan asked the question that had plagued him. "Can you trust me?" "You're the only one I can trust." Qui-Gon reached out, smoothing Obi-Wan's hair. "I hid my love for you because I was afraid it would hurt you." "How? How could it hurt? You shouldn't feel guilty for your feelings." "I was afraid I would lose you," he confessed. "Now my selfishness has driven you away." //Master, you can't get rid of me that easily,// he said through the Vaar. "Are you positive?" There was wariness in the other man's eyes. "We both need to learn to trust." He looked into his lover's eyes. "Let's teach each other." //Let's.// Obi-Wan sighed inwardly as Qui-Gon lowered his lips to his. There was a softness to the kiss; his Master kissed him as if Obi-Wan was made of fine porcelain. Obi-Wan opened his mouth to his lover, and Qui-Gon's tongue darted in, tasting him gently. The gentleness surprised him, and turned him on at the same time. His lover's mouth left his, then kisses went across Obi-Wan's cheek, the touch caressing, loving. The long fingers moved his braid out of the way, so that it hung down Obi-Wan's back, then caressed the love bites on Obi-Wan's neck. The lips went to Obi-Wan's neck, sucking, loving, the only thing that touched him. //Oh….// Obi-Wan's body began to react to the kisses. He put his arms around Qui-Gon, pulling him closer, trying to touch more than just his lips. "We must take this slowly. No rushing." Qui-Gon pulled away from him and Obi-Wan tried to hide his disappointment. So that was it, his Master was planning on them just kissing. The large fingers turned the Padawan around and soft lips caressed the bite wound. He could feel the roughness of Qui-Gon's mustache against the sore. Then Obi-Wan felt Qui-Gon put his palm flat against his back. He could feel the Force move around him, and the wound healed. "I love you." The voice was even softer then any touch could be. The silky lips kissed the newly-healed skin. "I never thought I would hear those words from you again." His body was beginning to react to those lips again. His penis hardened, demanding attention. //He wants to wait. Control, you must control.// "I should tell you more often." Qui-Gon's hand pushed Obi-Wan's body against his own hardness. A thrill went through the Padawan; his Master actually wanted him. "Much more often." He sighed, reaching his hand back behind his Master's head. He began to rub himself slowly up and down against the hardness. He would be content to make love this way. The hands turned Obi-Wan's body again. He could see long held back desire in his lover's eyes, but he could also see the hesitation in his Master. //I don't want to hurt you.// //I trust you.// Qui-Gon pulled Obi-Wan to him and crushed his lover against him. The kiss was passionate, exciting, the tongue probing, eager, demanding. It sucked the breath out of the younger man. His Master wasn't holding back. Excitement coursed through him. //Where do you want me?// //You choose.// //Here.// Qui-Gon moved so that he was kneeling in front of his lover's lap. Obi-Wan could feel the man move so that his beard brushed the younger man's hardness. He grasped Obi-Wan's cock, running the beard over the tip. It tantalized Obi-Wan, teased him. //What do you want?// //Suck me.// Obi-Wan could feel Qui-Gon smile against his hardness. Warmth enveloped Obi-Wan's cock and the whisper-soft hair caressed the younger man's thigh. The apprentice brought his hand to the back of his Master's head. //This feels better then any fantasy.// Before, their lovemaking had been quiet, each trying to maintain control of the situation. Now, Obi-Wan trusted his Master enough open himself to his feelings. He began to moan in time to his Master's loving. Qui-Gon's lips left Obi-Wan's hardness. The apprentice bit the inside of his lip. Had his decision ruined their relationship? Did his Master no longer want him? But he could see the passion in his Master's eyes. //You don't have to make noise, if you don't want to,// Qui-Gon told him. //I'll try to control my passion.// Obi-Wan closed his eyes, trying to center his mind. //I'll be quiet from now on.// He felt Qui-Gon touch his face. //I'm sorry, I thought you were trying to make me feel good.// //I trust you enough to show you all my passion.// //Then don't control your passions.// His Master was suddenly on top of him, his lips kissing him. As they kissed, Qui-Gon lowered himself onto Obi-Wan's cock. A moan escaped from Qui-Gon's lips. //Trust me with yours.// Obi-Wan's hands gripped Qui-Gon's hips, trying to get the older man to move up and down. "Split your legs." Qui-Gon's voice was rough with passion. "Master?" he asked. "I have an idea, but you have to split your legs." "Yes, Master." Obi-Wan did as he was told, splitting his legs. His Master slid between them; the older man's legs were so long that he was able to keep his feet flat on the ground, all the while keeping Obi-Wan's cock inside him. ''Give me your hands," was the command. //Trust me,// Without saying anything, Obi-Wan reached his hands out. His Master took them in his, and began to rock back and forth. It reminded Obi-Wan of the stretching exercises they did when he was younger. Rock, thrust, rock, thrust. With every thrust Qui-Gon moaned loudly, very loudly. This, though, felt better, so much better. They watched each other's eyes as they made love. The voice of his lover spurred him on, and Obi-Wan put his feet on the wall, bracing himself. Obi-Wan had needed this for so long. He began to moan along with Qui-Gon as he felt his lover's mind touch his. He opened himself to the Vaar and their souls melded together. Obi-Wan could feel himself thrusting into Qui-Gon. At the same time, he was Qui-Gon, being filled by his lover. Both men's cries grew louder. Qui-Gon watched Obi-Wan as they made love. The apprentice threw his head back, little yelps emitting from his lips. He could feel his Master's pleasure at watching the apprentice's passion. He was getting close, very close. //Control, I must control.// //Trust me!// was the command. "Qui-Gon!" he screamed as he came, stars dancing around his head. He trusted his master, fully, completely. Qui-Gon moved backwards, letting Obi-Wan's penis slip out of him. He reached out, touching Obi-Wan's face. ''Did you like it?" "Yes." He tried to think of the words to describe his orgasm, but there were no words to describe how he felt. Qui-Gon kissed him lightly, gently. The Padawan could tell through the Vaar that his Master was holding back his feelings. Again, the man felt that he couldn't trust himself to give Obi-Wan his passion. Obi-Wan looked down, seeing his lover's unfulfilled need. Before, if Qui-Gon didn't come during sex, he would masturbate in the bathroom. Now Obi-Wan realized that he had been selfish by not pleasing Qui-Gon. His legs shaking under him, Obi-Wan got to his knees. He was dizzy from the orgasm, but trust was a two-way street. Qui-Gon looked up at him. "Don't go." "I'm not going anywhere." He then telepathed, //How much can you trust me?// //I do, completely.// //Prove it, let me use my mouth to make love to you. Trust me.// His fingers began to manipulate his Master's cock. Qui-Gon could only nod mutely. Obi-Wan gave his lover a predatory smile. He began to run his tongue over his Master's erection. He smiled even wider when Qui-Gon groaned. His master was a large man, very large. The size of his Master's cock had always frightened him. It reminded him of the time spent with Hayata; his former Master had been similarly endowed. //I'm ready,// he told himself as he took his Master's cock into his mouth. There was a brief moment of revulsion, then he could smell his Master's musk. It excited him and he began to move his mouth up and down. //Trust me enough to love you.// "Obi-Wan...," Qui-Gon groaned as he put his hand on top of his lover's head. //I trust you,// Obi-Wan had only given oral sex when forced, never by his own accord. He was terrified that he was doing it wrong, but he did it to Qui-Gon how he would have liked it. Through the Vaar, Obi-Wan could feel that his Master was still holding back on his passions, trying not to frighten his Padawan. //Let yourself go, Qui-Gon,// he telepathed. //I'll hurt you.// //I trust you,// he said. That was all the encouragement his lover needed. Qui-Gon began to thrust into his mouth, moaning loudly with each thrust. Obi-Wan strove to concentrate on what he was doing, and not on his latent terror. He realized that he actually enjoyed loving Qui-Gon this way. //I'm about to come. You can stop if you want.// //Don't stop trusting me now!// "Obi-Wan!" the older man cried, his voice reverberating around the cabin. Obi-Wan drank his lover's come. He could feel Qui-Gon's midi-chlorians enter his system, and he could feel the Vaar between them grow stronger as the midi-chlorians interacted with his own. Qui-Gon took Obi-Wan into his arms, kissing the younger man's forehead. //Thank you for trusting me enough to do that.// "I trust you," Obi-Wan said out loud. "Trust you, too." The arms around him tightened. *************** There was a landing party waiting for their ship as they arrived on Coruscant. He had spent most of the voyage in bed with Qui-Gon; Obi-Wan hadn't felt this close to his Master even when they had first become lovers. They trusted each other fully. They were together now, and that was what mattered. A Jedi guard grabbed Obi-Wan's arm. The Padawan pulled away from him, his hand going to his lightsaber. //Go wherever they want you to go!// Qui-Gon ordered. //Master!// he began to protest. //This might be part of the test, my beloved.// Qui-Gon's eyes met Obi-Wan's. //Go.// Obi-Wan turned to the guard. "Where do you want me to go?" "Give me your lightsaber, and follow me," the guard instructed. Obi-Wan took off the lightsaber and handed it to the guard. He looked at his Master. //No matter what happens, I will love you.// //I'll get you back,// Qui-Gon vowed. ************ Authors note: Thanks for taking the time to read this. If you like it, please email me :) Heck, if you don't ditto! --------------------------- ONElist Sponsor ---------------------------- Attention ONElist list owners! http://www.onelist.com/info/news.html Check out the new "DEFAULT MODERATED STATUS" option. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ The SWA-L Archive: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/2902/swal.html