ties that bond

by saraid



Rating: nc17

Pairings: q/o

Category: mush

Status: new, complete

Date: 8/11/99

Author: saraid

Author email address: saraid@wf.net

Summary: this was inspired by the story 'bonding through the years' and written with permission in that universe, though not precisely as a part of that universe. an au of an au... qui accompanies obi on a visit home.

Warnings: mush

Notes: i love my squash! i've have a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.... and this is the result. a cleansing, if you wil. many thanks to deb also-known-as-ann for her generosity in letting me play in her world. i hope she's pleased with the result. thanks to mama for plot help and iro for a fast beta, but i left before she could finish it, so all mistakes are mine. as usual.

Ties That Bond
By saraid



The soft touch of breath, warm and sweet, tickled Qui-Gon's nose as he slowly came awake, aware now of the warm weight that pressed him into the berth.

The weight on his body so perfectly matched the presence in his mind that he didn't even try to separate them. It was all a part of the same, and the same was his bondmate, who often woke before he did and sought affection in this manner.

//I know you're awake.// The softly teasing thought was matched by the lips that nibbled gently at his chin. //There's nowhere to go and not much to do...//

//Imp.//

Shifting, bringing his arms up to hold the lithe body loosely, the older Jedi didn't open his eyes, but called on extensive memory to visualize his lover.

With his hair mussed from sleep and his eyes soft, Obi-Wan always looked younger in the mornings. Sleek and strong, with his edges blurred by rest.

//And you look like a big sleepy cat, Quigee.//

With a low rumble of happiness, Qui-Gon tilted his head to rub his face against Obi-Wan's and felt the giggle that his bondmate would never allow to escape his lips skitter on the Force between them.

//Such a serious young man.// Opening his mouth, Qui-Gon suckled on a patch of skin right over the cheekbone, and allowed his pleasure at the taste of the skin there, sweet and slightly salty, to translate to Obi-Wan.

//Force, yes...// The weight grew heavier as Obi-Wan settled more fully atop him, his legs outside of Qui-Gon's, their groins pressed tightly together, only the beginnings of arousal starting to stir.

Ever since the first time, when Obi-Wan had finally realized, almost with shock, that what he had waited for had finally happened - that his perception of his bondmate had changed, without his awareness - all that they had learned of being soul-bonded had come true. Neither had even looked at another with interest, and the very thought of allowing anyone else this close to them was repugnant.

In fact, Qui-Gon, who knew that he had been considered a somewhat aloof man from the time the bond began, had become even more so, wanting only the company of his bondmate, to the disappointment of old friends. Fortunately Obi-Wan still worked at his friendships, especially with those childhood friends like Bant, and encouraged his bondmate to do the same.

Turning his head, he searched for Obi-Wan's mouth and it quickly covered his own, slick tongue slipping inside to dance with Qui-Gon's own, and mutual sighs of satisfaction eased from them.

Strong hands stroked his shoulders as Qui-Gon gently kneaded a muscular back, immersing himself in the warmth of smooth skin and the sweet taste of his lover's mouth.

//You always taste good.// Obi-Wan sighed mentally, the sound echoing the physical. //Sometimes I can't stand to be more than a few feet away from you, sometimes I want the taste of you more than my next breath.//

//We are never apart, beloved.// Qui-Gon chided tenderly, understanding the emotions, as he felt them just as deeply. //Though if I could keep you within arm's reach forever, you know that I would.// It had been a good thing, he reflected, allowing Obi-Wan to join the reminiscence, that they had put off the final bonding as long as they had. The strength of it had startled both men, the depth of the need, and how quickly it had grown.

//The Force works in mysterious ways.// Obi-Wan intoned sonorously, in imitation of a particularly pedantic Jedi master who taught at the Academy, earning a mental chuckle from his lover, whose mouth was too busy to bother with things like words. Qui-Gon's hands were sliding up Obi-Wan's shoulders, the back of his neck, and then cupping the back of his head as the kiss deepened yet further.

//If we were any closer we would be one being, and this wouldn't be near so much fun.//

//My thoughts exactly.// Bringing his knees up the larger man cradled his lover on top of himself, long arms wrapped from Obi-Wan's ribs to his head, legs slithering around the sturdy ones beside and now entangled with his own.

He didn't want to be the same person. He loved his bondmate precisely because of the ways they were different, and rejoiced when those differences could be bound together, however briefly, in the flesh.

//Sometimes we manage to become one for longer than a few minutes.// Obi-Wan observed, his own arms sliding beneath his lover, using a touch of the Force to lift Qui-Gon's shoulders so that they were both comfortable. //As you said, beloved, we have nowhere to go and not much to do.//

Long kisses, scarcely broken for breath, were indulged in, for some immeasurable amount of time. Flesh hardened and begged, eventually demanded, but they both held off, knowing that their mutual goal was to make this last as long as it could. Not because there was any special reason or because this was any special day, though it was, of sorts. But because they could, and it pleased them to do so.

//Right - there...mmmm// Obi-Wan shifted and sighed when Qui-Gon's hand obediently went to the exact place he needed it to be, and caressed with just the right mount of pressure to make him shudder softly. He slipped his own hands back down, between them, using only his fingertips to lightly stroke Qui-Gon's flanks on either side, which made the bigger man shudder and moan into their kiss as this very erogenous spot for him was stimulated.

//I love that spot.// Obi-Wan shared his impression of it; the way the skin stretched tight just above the hipbone, which was covered with just the right amount of muscle to make it comfortable when he was held there. Silken and somehow hotter to the touch than the rest of his lover's torso, the flanks were especially sensitive to light touches as he was treating them to now.

//I love the way you touch me.// Qui-Gon moaned softly again, and shuddered, the teased skin rippling with sensation. //Harder, please, beloved.//

Obi-Wan complied with the request before it was completed, knowing what his bondmate wanted and needed. Their bodies began to rock gently, almost unnoticed, as they drifted deeper into the bond, twining themselves still tighter together.

The musky scent of arousal rose in the air and they breathed it greedily, needing more to fuel the fire within them.

//Soon.// Qui-Gon panted, pulling his mouth away, opening his eyes at last. His mental vision once again fell short of the reality as Obi-Wan met his gaze, teeth bared slightly, and pushed up on his elbows, rocking harder.

//Sooner.// The younger man grunted softly, shifting, sliding his legs from beneath Qui-Gon's and pulling himself up to straddle his lover, keeping their faces pressed close together, his hands going behind him to steady and aim.

Qui-Gon could form no words, mental or otherwise, as his bondmate slowly sat, taking the large cock into himself with the ease of long practice, and then the older man shoved his own body up, half-sitting, reaching for Obi-Wan to hold him as closely as he could, settling deep inside him.

//Destined to fit together, we are.// Obi-Wan teased breathlessly, a shimmer of joy lighting the words.

//Ever perfect, ever mine.// Beyond thought, Qui-Gon answered with artless honesty, the power of the moment, as always, stripping him of any distance he had left. There wasn't much of it and he released it gratefully to feel the man in his arms.

Doubled up, he wasn't in a position to thrust, but Obi-Wan was moving for them both, rising and falling in the same rhythm as they breathed, the rhythm their hearts pounded in, perfectly in sync, as close as any two people were ever going to be, in mind, body, and soul.

Using one arm around Obi-Wan's shoulders to anchor them together, he slid the other between them to caress the younger man's straining cock. Orgasm and physical completion were secondary goals here, but it was rushing to them faster now and he could only hang on as Obi-Wan arched backward, his hands gripping the broad shoulders convulsively, body taut like a stretched band, and then, eyes fluttering closed, he bared his teeth in a desperate grimace and held himself thus as his seed spilled between them, over the stroking hand, and his lover clutched him tighter, closer, and filled him with blissful heat.

Rolling back down, still holding Obi-Wan as close as he could, Qui-Gon shook for long moments, unable to form thoughts, the exchange of emotions between them far more powerful than the physical release had been.

//This is addictive.// Obi-Wan sighed at last, body easing from its tightness into complete relaxation. //It's a wonder we ever get out of bed at all.//

Qui-Gon laughed out loud, the sound booming in the small cabin, bouncing off the walls, and quickly the lighter baritone of Obi-Wan's laugh joined it.



Evening found them on the flight deck of the small ship, which had been sent for them two days before. Casually pressed together, arms around each others' waists, they waited for the final clearance to land. There was a tension to Obi-Wan that Qui-Gon recognized, but it was nothing compared to the trepidation the older man felt.

He had not seen Obi-Wan's family since that day nearly eighteen years ago, when Lars Kenobi had courageously forced himself to hand his three-year-old son to the man they both knew was the focus of Obi-Wan's life, even then.

Their parting words had not been harsh, but distraught, and then Wenshele Kenobi - Senate representative of Mura and mother of Obi-Wan Kenobi - had made it clear that she hated the Jedi and all that they stood for, the loss of her child and the love they should have shared too much to overcome even Qui-Gon's rescue of her family.

"They don't think much of the Jedi." Obi-Wan said softly, as if musing. He pressed closer to his bondmate. "The last time I visited Mother asked me to wear civilian clothes instead of Jedi garb, so that people would not be offended by my presence."

That had been the occasion of his parent's twentieth anniversary, which had come during the dark time of their lives, after Xanatos and before Qui-Gon was allowed to take Obi-Wan as his Padawan, as had always been intended.

"You never mentioned that." Hurt for his lover, Qui-Gon dropped a kiss to the top of the sandy blond head, which was darker now, the auburn threatening to take over.

"You were shielding so tightly those days...I didn't think you needed the extra worry." A generous smile rewarded his affection and Qui-Gon felt his breath catch.

"I've felt it more often recently." He answered, allowing warmth and comfort to infuse the bond. "We are not as welcome in many places as we once were."

"My Father said that Jedi cannot be trusted, because just as we guard one faction one year, the next we may side with the other, as the Senate shifts."

"This is how it has always been." It was a reasonable system and it had worked well for thousands of years. But the Republic was vast and there would never be enough Jedi to patrol it as they once had.

"Many feel that we're out of touch with the people we serve, that our abilities with the Force have made us cold and uncaring."

Listening to his bondmate, Qui-Gon detected the well-hidden anxiety beneath the casual words, every Jedi who left the Temple was aware of this perception, and he replied to them. "Does your family think that you have become so?"

"I am not the boy I was." Obi-Wan hedged, leaning into the strength that held him, head on Qui-Gon's shoulder.

"I adored the boy and I cherish the man." Wrapping him in an embrace, the older man reminded him gently of the way he used to comfort the younger; with hugs of the Force, sent sometimes over tremendous distances, when Obi-Wan had been smaller and more vulnerable and more apt to allow such. //I love you.// These words were seldom spoken out loud, but echoed in the bonded minds several times a day, the emotions too powerful to be expressed with air and sound.

The pilot of the ship, who had been civil and polite during the journey, but left them essentially alone, knocked now on the closed door to announce his presence. The two Jedi separated, leaving a few inches between them, before he stepped onto the light deck. Despite their feelings, or perhaps because of them, ever since they completed their bond they had both been more aware of the dignity of their positions and took pains to present themselves as Jedi should be perceived when outside the Temple and away from their own. This image undoubtedly contributed to the perception of Jedi as cold and unfeeling, but it was necessary for diplomatic relations and occasionally required subterfuge.

"We have landed." The man, dressed in the colors of his house, said calmly, and Qui-Gon noted that they had indeed. Caught up in their bond, he and his lover had not noticed.

The pilot bowed to them, and left them alone again. They were here for Owen's wedding to the woman he had chosen, whom Obi-Wan knew only as Beru. Because of his mother's position with the Senate there would be Senate members and important guests from all over the Quadrant as well, but this private ship had been sent for the two of them because of Obi-Wan's family - and the fact that they had been nowhere near Coruscant when the date of the wedding arrived. They had, in fact, just barely managed to wrap up the previous mission in time to leave as scheduled.

But peace reigned on Callodora Six, a new treaty between the three warring factions of farmers there was set into place, and here they were.

//Ready, beloved?// Qui-Gon queried gently as the ramp lowered slowly, revealing a small gathering of family and family friends, all of whom looked eager to see him again. //As long as you are by my side.//

With his head held high, arms tucked into the sleeves of his robe, lightsaber visible at his belt, Obi-Wan stepped from the ship and strode down the ramp. Beside him, Qui-Gon walked in step, doing his best to draw in the aura of authority he knew he commanded and give the spotlight to his bondmate, who had not been seen on his home planet in nearly a decade.

//I will never be anywhere else.// The Jedi Master promised, perhaps rashly, but the intention was true and they both understood the limitations of their lives.

Quietly, Obi-Wan greeted the first of the friends that had come to meet him, remembering many names but not all, being introduced to those he did not know. No one spoke to Qui-Gon, nor made any reference to him other than to stare or frown, but he was set in his composure and not disturbed by these reactions. The concept of a soulbond was scarcely known outside of the Jedi, and for Obi-Wan to introduce him as such would bring more questions than it would answer, and so he was merely there, without explanation, though he was sure that most of them had at least heard rumors of their true relationship.

Obi-Wan's family - father, mother, brother, and a pretty young woman that must be Beru, Owen's betrothed, came to them quickly, and his Father shook Obi-Wan's hand and said "Welcome home, son." as if he meant it.

Wenshele hugged him and Obi-Wan closed his eyes, allowing it, while Lars turned his gaze to Qui-Gon.

"Master Jinn."

"Lord Kenobi." He dipped his body into a bow, and was mildly startled when a hand was proffered. Shaking it, he felt the tremor that ran through the other man, and smiled at him, gently.

"It has been a long time."

"To me it often seems like only days have passed." Qui-Gon replied softly, his eyes on Obi-Wan, who was now greeting his brother with more enthusiasm, bowing low over Beru's hand. Owen slapped him firmly on the back, looking pleased, and Obi-Wan laughed.

The welcome faded from Lars' handsome face, to be replaced by melancholy.

"Here the years have passed more slowly. Like honey on a cold day."

Unsure of how to respond, Qui-Gon settled for another nod.

"We've aired your room for you, the one next to mine." Owen was telling Obi-Wan, as people pulled away to give them some privacy but Obi-Wan ever moved.. "So you can sneak in during the night if you want to play."

Involuntarily Qui-Gon smiled, remembering the nights when Obi-Wan was small. The restless toddler had gloried in sneaking out of his room and waking his older brother, the two of them playing in the dimly lit bedroom until Qui-Gon noticed, which took a few minutes or longer, depending on what he was doing at the time, and cajoled Obi-Wan back to bed. Owen could not have known, then, why Obi-Wan always left so happily, but he hadn't seemed to mind, and the two boys had never been caught during their nocturnal play sessions.

Wenshele gave Qui-Gon a sharp look, and frowned at her older son as she grasped the import of the conversation and Qui-Gon's expression. Passing the older Jedi, she leaned close enough to speak in a near whisper, her words angry and hurt.

"Another part of his life stolen from me."

Obi-Wan's head snapped around as Qui-Gon absorbed the hurt of those words, and an awkward silence fell, Wenshele leaving them standing alone.

"Qui-Gon?" Obi-Wan's voice was steady and he did not reach for the bond, perhaps not wanting to shut out his brother and father as they watched.

"It is - understandable, Obi-Wan. Concern yourself not with my feelings." The older man nodded toward the retreating figure. "I'll get our bags." He nodded at his lover, silently encouraging him to spend some time with his family.



The pilot had left the two small bags at the foot of the ramp and the older Jedi went to collect them, coming back in time to hear Beru's nervous words.

"Your Master - you've really been bonded with him since you were born? Wasn't that - awkward?"

"Not for me." Obi-Wan spoke as they walked across a parklike section, toward one of several large houses that bordered it. "I never knew anything different, and Qui-Gon was, like, this light in my head. It made me feel safe no matter what."

Both of the other young people looked at the Jedi Master, who kept his gaze serene.

But offered no comment.

"Well, that's nice." Beru said softly, giving him a smile. Uncertain, but willing to be friends. Qui-Gon smiled back, more than politely, and gently steered away Obi-Wan's mental query.

//Later, beloved. They want to talk to you, they deserve your full attention.//

//I haven't given anyone but you my full attention for years.// Obi-Wan replied, distractedly.

//Perhaps I've been too involved in your life...// A rare flicker of guilt strung between them, and Obi-Wan stopped walking, turned to his bondmate, and glared mildly.

"You have been everything I needed you to be." The words were stern. Owen and Beru were watching with barely concealed interest.

"Padawan..." Gently warning, flustered by the attention, Qui-Gon drew further into himself, but he did not shield his mind further. And he did not move away when Obi-Wan stepped closer to him, touching his chest, spreading one hand there, over his heart. Unable to stop himself, Qui-Gon covered that hand with one of his own. Emotion sparked between them, almost visible.

Suddenly aware that the others were staring, Qui-Gon broke the moment, stepping away again, and Obi-Wan ducked his head slightly, as if aware that he was being rude.

//I didn't mean to push. I'm sorry.// He told his Master, abashed.

//I will give you anything you want. You know that.// His Master replied as Obi-Wan turned away again, giving his brother an embarrassed smile. With a chuckle Owen slapped him on the back again.

"You used to do that when we were little, too." He commented, sounding cheerful, turning his attention to his betrothed, slipping her arm though his. "We'd be playing along, happy as a pair of Borra pups, and then, boom, he'd be gone. There'd be this smile on his face, this goofy smile. And he was only a baby, really."

//I didn't realize it was that obvious then.// Obi-Wan murmured to his bondmate.

//I tried, beloved. Tried very hard to stay out of your life as much as I could, but it was hard.//

"Did it hurt your feelings?" Beru asked, catching Obi-Wan's eye. They were entering the third of the large houses, by a side door, and walking through a pleasantly appointed common room, which was empty.

"Not really." Owen said, sounding like he meant it. "I always stole the last sweets when it happened."

"Hey!" Obi-Wan laughed out loud. "I'd forgotten that!"

His laugh drew a smile from Qui-Gon and Beru laughed too.

"This way." Obi-Wan turned off, leading the way to the rooms. "I remember running down these halls."

"You missed some stuff. When I was about ten I figured out that if you run with your feet wrapped you can slide really well."

Beru shook her head.

"I hope our children don't figure it out."

"If there is a way to make something exciting, children will find it." Qui-Gon spoke up. "The initiates at the Temple always do."

"So what kind of trouble did my little brother find to get into?"

"Let me see..." Watching Obi-Wan's eyes widen, Qui-Gon grinned. "There was the time he decided that he was ready to swim in the deep end of the training pool. He was six, and not allowed to do so until the age of eight. So he waited until after lights out, snuck out of the creche and into the poolroom, and climbed to the very top of the tallest diving board..."

Glancing at his lover, who was rolling his eyes, Qui-Gon paused.

//You have to tell them this?// Obi-Wan sounded exasperated.

"And when he got there he couldn't jump. He wasn't afraid of the jump...but he decided that the water might be cold." Qui-Gon allowed a low chuckle to escape him. He'd been highly amused by Obi-Wan's decision, and the way the sturdy little boy had resolutely chosen to not be scared.

"So what did he do?"

"He sat up there most of the night, waiting for the water to warm up, and I woke up and went after him."

"You didn't know earlier?"

//I tried to not wake you...//

"I had just returned from a tiring mission and wasn't paying attention as closely as usual." Qui-Gon admitted.

"What happened when you went after him?"

"I changed into swimming shorts, climbed the ladder, gathered him up, and jumped off the board."

"I screamed the whole way down." Obi-Wan admitted, a little half-smile playing on his lips.

"And he did not try to go in the deep end again until he was ready."

"That sounds almost...mean." Beru finally said, seeming shy about voicing the opinion.

"Much in the life of a Jedi initiate would seem so." Qui-Gon agreed, sounding sad.

"But it's all worth it." Obi-Wan responded firmly, daring his to disagree. "More so."

"Here's your room." Stopping in front of a closed door, Owen looked uncomfortable. "I had the servants change the furnishings - I hope they suit you."

"They'll be fine." Obi-Wan said softly. There was a tension between them again, and Qui-Gon regretted it. Why had he told that story? Had he wanted to disrupt the affection between them? No, he told himself silently, I am not jealous.

//I think you meant to demonstrate how close we were when I was little.// Obi-Wan sent a soothing pulse of reassurance.

//They did not see it that way.// Ruefully he acknowledged his miscalculation.

//It is one of my favorite memories.// Opening the door, Obi-Wan smiled at his brother. "Will dinner be served in the main room tonight?"

"Yes, we'll send someone after you. Tomorrow we'll be able to spend some time together, if your Master allows it. The rehearsal will be in the morning, and then the actual ceremony at dusk."

"I'm looking forward to it." Reaching for Owen, Obi-Wan pulled him into a one-armed hug. "It's good to be here."

"It's good to have you." Owen replied, sounding somewhat sad. Then he and Beru, who smiled but made no move toward Obi-Wan, walked away down the hall.

//I meant to make him happy.// Obi-Wan sounded sad himself, watching them go. "Perhaps we should not have come."

"No, beloved. You are meant to be here." Drawing him into the room and shutting the door, Qui-Gon pulled him into a tight embrace, nuzzling the top of his head. //And I am too selfish to allow you away from me for long.//

//Never selfish.// Obi-Wan held on tightly, his emotions a bit ragged. //Everything you are, you give to me.//

//Always.// Holding tighter, Qui-Gon closed his eyes and rocked gently, seeking to sooth his bondmate.

After several moments Obi-Wan pulled away, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, and smiled at Qui-Gon.

"I'm acting like a child."

"It's allowed." // Want me to hug you the way I did then?// Tugging at him, the larger man sat upon a small sofa that was nearby and wrapped him in a brawny hug, pulling Obi-Wan into his lap.

//If I thought I was too old at eight, I'm pretty sure I'm way too old at twenty-one.// Obi-Wan sighed, but accepted the embrace anyhow. "Besides, I think you have an ulterior motive." He grinned cockily up at his lover.

//Imp.// Qui-Gon scolded, bending to kiss him.

//Quigee.//

There wasn't much time before dinner, but they would make good use of it, reinforcing their bond in preparation for the stressful evening ahead.

"I love them." Obi-Wan said sadly, allowing himself to be snuggled. "But it just doesn't compare to what I feel for you."

"That sounds a lot like what I said to Mace, once." Qui-Gon admitted.

//Want to talk about it?// Catching the edge of pain the thought carried, Obi-Wan offered automatically.

//Not tonight. Not here.// Qui-Gon sighed, realizing that the brief emotional scenes had sapped his energy as well. //But someday.//

"I think we have time for some meditation." He said aloud. "To shore up our control."

"Yes, Master."

Reluctantly they parted, the kneel on the cushioned floor, facing each other, and sink into equal trances.



The knock on the door came only a couple of hours later. Both men had completed their meditations and were now engaged in solitary pursuits; Qui-Gon reading datanotes on trouble spots, trying to keep up, as he always did, and Obi-Wan fretting quietly over the appropriateness of the gift he had chosen for his brother and future sister-in-law, vase carved from the ingneous rock of Calderra Four, which he had purchased while on Calderra Six. It was lovely, and rare.

//They will either like it or they won't, beloved.// His Master commented, rising to open the door and face the servant there.

//There is no try, only do?// With wry amusement the younger man acknowledged his foolishness and returned the fragile item to it's padded box.

"Perhaps they'll think you didn't get them anything. They may think it's beneath a Jedi." Teasing lightly, the older man nodded to the servant after being informed that dinner would start in twenty minutes, and closed the door again.

"Just like you never get me a birthday present." Obi-Wan teased in turn, grinning widely. He went into his Master's arms and held on for a long moment. //I wish my mother could see you as you are, and not as some monster who stole her child away.//

Wrapping his arms around the smaller man, Qui-Gon sighed and briefly remembered early worries that if he kept doing that he would never be able to breath properly again. But over the past dozen years Obi-Wan had brought more smiles than sighs to his face.

//I can look at myself and see that monster.// He admitted. //There were no guidelines written for how to behave when you bond with an infant, I made them up as I went along. In retrospect, perhaps I should have left you alone when you were small, left you to her care and concern rather than soothing your fears myself.//

"No." Pulling away, Obi-Wan set his mouth in a hard line. "You did nothing wrong, Qui-Gon. Having you was the best part of my childhood. No mother's love could have competed with that. I will not listen to you second-guess yourself."

Crossing his arms over his chest, he glowered until his lover sighed again, and ran a hand through his hair, which was escaping from it's normal tidy pulled-back style.

"Mindful of the present." He said softly, almost to himself.

"The past is set." Obi-Wan agreed, going to their bags and retrieving a large metal comb. //Sit down and let me tidy that for you.//

With sudden weariness the older man did, leaning his head back over the edge of the small, comfortable couch, allowing himself to relax into Obi-Wan's ministrations.

//You're purring.// His lover accused moments later, amusement again bright between them.

//You're petting.// He retorted, though he made no move, did not seek an end to it.

//Well, yes.// Without embarrassment Obi-Wan finished tying off the long locks that would otherwise hang in his Master's eyes, and continued to run his hands over the smooth strands, a caress that made Qui-Gon shift, his legs spreading wider.

"We must not be late for the meal." Rousing himself from the simple pleasure, he stood and reached for his cloak, slung over a nearby chair. Without objection Obi-Wan did the same.

//We must be particularly careful while we're here, beloved.// Taking a lecturing tone, he led them from the room. //Many members of the Senate will be present and any gratuitous show of emotion on our part will be commented on.//

"Yes, Master. I understand, Master.// The tone was mildly disappointed, but Qui-Gon admitted that he, himself, wished they could relax a bit, enjoy the evening, which promised to be festive, but appearances were crucial for what they did and there was no excuse for starting rumors that would hurt the image of the Jedi.

//There is always tonight.// He added, just to see the flash of grin that Obi-Wan couldn't quite hide.

//Indeed, Master.// The reply was as calm as could be desired, but laced with hints of sweat and salt and the smell of musk, and Qui-Gon had to suppress a shiver.

But he chose to not comment, instead walking steadily, his long strides carrying him quickly, while his Padawan kept up.

When they entered the large formal dining room many heads turned their way.

Lars Kenobi, seated at the head of the long, elaborately set table, rose, and gestured to them, his movement rather courtly.

"We welcome the Jedi to witness our happiness." He said with a wave of his hand toward the two free seats at the table. They were across from each other, one beside Owen and the other beside Wenshele. The formal greeting put Qui-Gon off and he wondered at its purpose? To set the two of them aside, to weaken the ties of family between Obi-Wan and the others? He allowed his bondmate to share his perceptions and found mild worry in Obi-Wan's mind as well.

"Your presence lends us strength." Owen also stood, and added his own formal greeting.

Mildly disturbed, Obi-Wan separated from his Master and took the seat beside his mother, who smiled at him, a little unhappily.

Before sitting himself, Qui-Gon bowed to the two Kenobi men.

"We live but to serve." The words rolled off his tongue with the richness of court speech and Obi-Wan stared at his plate.

There was a pause, and then Lars and Owen sat, and Qui-Gon followed suit.

No sooner had he made himself comfortable, resisting the urge to glance at his bondmate, than Owen leaned sideways and nudged him with an elbow and spoke in a stage whisper.

"That was for the Senate people. They like things formal like that. I'm just glad you came, and that you brought my brother with you."

"As am I." Qui-Gon allowed with a small smile. Owen grinned and then the servants began passing food. Across the table Obi-Wan felt the relief his Master shared and relaxed as well. By the time the third course arrived, the Jedi Master was aware of his lover's increasing agitation, though it was hidden well enough that no one else saw it.

Slicing through well-done roast, so tender that it practically fell from the bone, he opened their link slightly, seeking the cause of Obi-Wan's anxiety.

//Is all well, beloved?// He used the endearment despite the circumstances, or perhaps because of them.

//I don't think so, no.// Obi-Wan replied without a physical response that would let anyone know they were communicating. //Listen for yourself.//

Dropping his shields, he extended his end of the bond so that Qui-Gon could 'hear' what Wenshele was saying, and the older man struggled for a nanosecond or two until he adapted, his distraction going unnoticed.

"You were such a happy baby." The Senate representative said, sounding half-sad and half-angry. "I know that that was normal for you, the way you were supposed to be, not just because of that bond you share with him."

"Qui-Gon is my soulmate, mother, it's not something he had a choice about."

"Even then he was cold, but now he's practically a statue, and you've become just like him. Watching, staring, weighing and measuring... all of that beautiful spontaneity driven out of you!" Though her voice did not raise she sounded very angry, and deeply unhappy. "After they took you I was afraid to have any more children, babies that I would be forced to give up so that they, too, could become as you are. So controlled, so stern...my laughing baby boy has been murdered."

Mentally recoiling from the hatred in those words, Qui-Gon barely managed to keep from reacting physically. Carefully he set down his knife and fork and reached for his wine glass, drinking a long, smooth draught.

//I am sorry, beloved.// He offered, feeling that it was a pathetic attempt at comfort.

//It is her interpretation of events, colored by her feelings, and not a valid observation of the situation.// Obi-Wan replied, shutting the link before Qui-Gon could hear more. //Do not seek guilt. We both know it finds you well enough when it wants to.//

Owen, perhaps noticing something amiss, though certainly not understanding it, chose that moment to open a conversation with Qui-Gon about the most recent negotiations with the Trade Federation, who were, once again, asking for reductions in tariffs and taxes, and when he looked back again Obi-Wan had turned and engaged Beru, who was sitting to his other side, in conversation, and she was smiling prettily at him, and Qui-Gon, though he couldn't smile as he wished to, was pleased by the sight.

//You are biased, my Master.// Obi-Wan's laughing scold - the laughter his mother mourned, cherished daily by the Jedi Master, alive and well between them.

It was all his now.

//Be that as it may...You're beautiful.//

He could see the faint pink tinge to his Padawan's cheeks and knew that the young woman thought that she had put it there, as her smile broadened and she leaned closer to him, but he kept his own counsel. The thought that Obi-Wan would cheat on him with another was so patently absurd as to be physically impossible. The bond would not allow it. And he would never want it.

But to flirt gently with his brother's betrothed, as a soon-to-be brother might, was a healthy exercise in diplomacy for him and Qui-Gon silently approved, returning to his conversation with Owen, and the Senate member seated to his other side, who had some more specific questions of his own that he expected answered despite the venue, and Qui-Gon did his duty.



"Do Jedi not dance?" Standing beside Obi-Wan, Beru watched her husband-to-be leading his mother in a slow dance around the room. The musicians were rehearsing for the ceremony the next day and Owen had taken her hand and led her out, making her laugh. Qui-Gon listened from Obi-Wan's other side, engaged in a quiet conversation with Lars, discussing a problem the man was having in his garden.

"Is that a request?" Obi-Wan arched an eyebrow in a tease. Most of the visiting dignitaries had left, the house was not so large that it could hold them all, and only family and close friends had stayed behind to enjoy the quiet time between dinner and bed. //Accepatable, master?//

//You're in the home of your parents, and I think it would do your mother good to see you relax a bit.// Qui-Gon answered, distracted. //Go on, then.//

"Well, if your Master allows it..." Beru trailed off, obviously wanting to dance, but unsure of the etiquette involved in asking the Jedi.

"I haven't had much practice." Obi-Wan apologized as he took her hand and led her toward the center of the room, which was mostly bare.

Liar. Qui-Gon snorted mentally. Dancing was a required skill taught at the Academy, so that Jedi did not embarrass themselves while on diplomatic missions. It was often required that they pay service to the dignitaries and royalty they served.

We'll have to try this sometime, Master. Obi-Wan sounded wistful and the older man's heart clenched.

Of course, beloved. There is no reason we should not. In the privacy of their quarters, this was indeed something they could do. He should have thought f it before.

"So it has everything it needs to grow but refuses to thrive?" He questioned Lars about the Shaylan plant he had been nurturing in preparation for the wedding. It had to be carefully tended, the blooming cycle delicately manipulated, so that it would bloom only on the day of the wedding, since it only bloomed once per year, and Lord Kenobi was certain that he had missed a step in the process.

"Would you allow me to examine it?" Qui-Gon asked, watching Beru's face light up as Obi-Wan steered her expertly around the dance floor. Owen was grinning at them - Obi-Wan was a far better dancer than his brother - and Wenshele looked bemused, but pleased. Not as angry as she had been earlier.

"I was hoping you'd offer. It seems a trivial use of a Jedi's time, but -" the man shrugged, looking at the dance floor, "- Having everything done well is important to my wife, and, because Beru's family is no longer with us, I very much want her to be happy tomorrow."

With a nod Qui-Gon agreed silently.

"I would be pleased to help in any way I can."

"Thank you." Lars hesitated, it seemed that he wanted to say more, but the words were not coming easily. Carefully Qui-Gon shifted his stance, making himself more approachable, less withdrawn. His bondmate noticed and gave him a light mental tap that he answered with a brief negative reply.

"This is your home." he told Lars gravely. "Do not restrain yourself out of respect for my feelings or position."

Meeting his eyes, the man set his features in hard planes.

"You are only a few years younger than I." He began, and then paused, swallowing before he continued. "Knowing that you had such a deep connection with my son - especially as young as he was - it tormented me for years after we gave him to you."

Not to the Temple, Qui-Gon noted. To him.

"You thought I would act inappropriately." He said after the pause lengthened.

"Not when he was a baby, no. But later...there are many rumors of the Jedi and what goes on in the Temple. And you had this bond with him."

Understanding what the man was not asking outright, Qui-Gon had to quell a surge of unexpected anger and revulsion. They had really thought that of him?

//Master?// Obi-Wan's response was immediate, and concerned. Glancing at the dancing couples, Qui-Gon saw that his Padawan had paused in his movement, and that Beru was staring from one to the other.

//I am...in control, beloved.// He sent such a wash of need and affection with the endearment that Obi-Wan inhaled sharply. //Enjoy yourself. I am going to speak with your father privately.//

//Was that a Master's order or my lover's request?//

//A request, no more. I will share this with you later.//

A wave of love and need that matched his own swept through him and he was able to turn his thoughts from anger and face Lars calmly.

"I assure you, nothing of that nature would be allowed to occur in the Temple. Such behavior at the expense of another could only lead to the dark side." He told the man, and Lars seemed to relax fractionally. "My relationship with my bondmate is an intensely private subject for me, but I will answer your questions, if you feel you must ask them. Because you are his father."

"Let's walk to the gardens and discuss it, then." Lars said, nodding. "Perhaps I won't have to ask anything that would invade your privacy."

They left the house, walking a long paved path to the small, shielded garden where the Shaylan plant was sheltered. Qui-Gon looked over the shielding.

"Very nice. You can darken it and change the temperature?"

"As needed." Lars gestured toward the plant, which was only halfway to bud, still several days away from blooming. "I think I should have given it a few more days of full sun, though."

"Let me see what I can do."

Dropping to his knees before it, Qui-Gon settled into a meditative trance, keeping a touch of awareness open to the man that stood behind him, and opened himself to the Living Force that surrounded him. He was immediately aware of Obi-Wan's interest in the proceedings. His Padawan did not have the Master's gift with the web of life and studied it whenever Qui-Gon joined it so completely.

//So much life, Master.// The younger man sighed, allowing the older to see himself as Obi-Wan saw him at this instant; at the center of a radiating web of life that glowed and pulsed.

//You will learn.// Qui-Gon answered, filled with the peace that came from being this close to the world. Stretching out his senses, he detected Lars' discomfort with his presence beside him and released that awareness into the Force, and then began tracing the tendrils of Force that surrounded the Shaylan plant. It was a beautiful specimen, large, over five feet tall, covered with heavy dark blue leaves, veined in silver, and dripping with massive buds just waiting for the right combination of light and time to burst into feathery white petals.

The plant was not on schedule, he quickly realized, and knew that he could nudge it toward completion, but first he had to ascertain that he would not disrupt the Force around it by doing so. Quickly he checked it's condition, and that of everything around it, and his own motivations.

Was he doing this for selfish reasons? To make Lars like him better, or seeking forgiveness he hadn't been aware until now that he wanted from Obi-Wan's family?

It would do the plant no harm if he diverted some of the generous Force energy of this planet to speed up it's schedule, and he could even see how he could convince it to bloom on that same day for the rest of it's long life. That would be a gracious gift to his host and the newlyweds, a worthy goal, would it not?

//Perfect, Master.// Obi-Wan's awareness drifted to him, from far away.

//Yes.//

With only a few alterations in the Force pattern, Qui-Gon encouraged the plant to bloom on the desired schedule and then slowly withdrew from the Force, feeling the loss as it paled around him, lapsing back to his usual quiescent grasp.

But the actions had left him energized with it, as he had taken the power of it through himself, and he felt powerful, and fulfilled, and oddly needy.

//I'm on my way.// Obi-Wan's mental voice made it clear that he, too, felt the energy his Master had absorbed, and that he wanted to share in it.

Still on his knees, Qui-Gon looked up at Lars, hands clasped in his lap, unsmiling.

"It will bloom at noon tomorrow." He said softly. "I did not become your son's lover until this very year."

The two sentences seemed to clash, but Lars accepted them with a grimace and gruff words.

"I never truly thought you would take advantage of him. You were just so close..."

"As we are." With an effort Qui-Gon stood. He was taller than Lars.

"Qui-Gon." Obi-Wan's voice throbbed with joy, and he turned to watch the group come down the path.

"Obi-Wan." He greeted him, aware of the power in his own words.

"The Shaylan plant." Beru walked past him and touched it gently. "Is everything okay?"

"It will bloom right on schedule." Lars told her, and she blushed slightly, allowing Owen to wrap an arm around her.

"It just wouldn't be perfect if it did not." She sounded embarrassed.

//Thank you.// Obi-Wan stood beside Qui-Gon, making no move to touch him, but the need was there, in their thoughts, tugging at them.

//I love you.// There was a touch of laughter to Qui-Gon's reply, and it showed on his face, a small smile being restrained at the corner of his mouth.

//You're twitching, Quigee.//

//Imp.//

"Where is your mother?" Lars asked Owen, seemingly distracted by the interplay between the son he knew and the woman he would marry.

"She took her leave when we left, Father." Owen answered, seeming bothered by that. "I thought she would stay with us for a bit longer."

"She has a long day ahead tomorrow." Lars replied. "As do I. I will leave you young people to your evening."

His glance at Qui-Gon did not go unnoticed.

Watching him walk away, Qui-Gon turned to his Padawan.

"I have worn myself out as well, Obi-Wan. I will see myself to your room."

"Our room." Obi-Wan corrected, clearly torn between his desire and need to go with him, and the knowledge that he should spend more time with his brother.

"You're family, Master Jinn." Owen spoke up.

"Perhaps we'll have a ceremony for you someday as well." Beru teased, and Obi-Wan ducked his head, suddenly embarrassed.

"Perhaps." Enjoying the by-play, Qui-Gon allowed himself one touch of his forefinger to Obi-Wan's cheek. "I will be there when you return, Padawan." The words were a quiet promise.

//You better be naked.// Obi-Wan flung after him as he left, and they all saw the broad shoulders twitch.



Shouts of laughter and a high-pitched squeal woke Qui-Gon. Immediately reaching for his bondmate's mind, he was startled to realize that he'd been sleeping deeply, and restfully, and that he'd had help.

//I thought you needed it.// Obi-Wan's laughter ran bright through his sleepy mind.

//Taking liberties, Padawan?// He tried to growl, but the happy sounds the young people were making seemed to be coming from right outside the bedroom door and he couldn't maintain irritation while listening to them.

//Not with my Master, but with my bondmate, yes.// Obi-Wan answered firmly, amused.

Getting up, he pulled on a robe, wrapping it and belting the dark material around his lanky frame, and opened the door, not too surprised by what he saw.

With his pants rolled to above his ankles, cloak and boots lying in a windowsill, Obi-Wan was skating down the slick marble floor of the hall, feet wrapped in some bright, soft material. Arms wide, sliding gracefully, grinning a little wildly, his eyes meeting Qui-Gon's as he passed and came to a stop several yards farther down.

"Top that!" He called to his brother who, with a running start, followed his path, arms windmilling, almost falling as he overbalanced, and Beru, watching from the side, laughed loudly, happily.

"Is this some new pre-wedding ritual?" Qui-Gon queried, and Owen came to a stop, grabbing Obi-Wan's arm for balance.

"We decided to prove to Beru that it would be safe for the children." He laughed, clutching at his brother.

"It doesn't look safe for anyone." The Jedi observed, arms crossed over his chest.

"Won't know until you try." Owen taunted, and Obi-Wan gasped.

"Hey! He's my Master, Owen...you can't talk to him like that."

Closing the door behind himself, Qui-Gon eyed the two young men. Obi-Wan seemed worried suddenly, and he smiled.

"Give me a moment." He stepped back inside the room and quickly pulled on his own pants, but did not take a tunic, feeling that it was time to tease his bondmate a bit.

When he stepped out again Obi-Wan was sitting on the windowsill, unwrapping his feet. His eyes widened at the sight of his Master, who looked very tall and broad.

"Qui-Gon?" The words seemed thick, and he swallowed. The energy that had been silent between them flared again.

"I've been challenged, Padawan." Qui-Gon grinned slightly. "It wouldn't do for me to refuse it."

"If you say so..." The uncertainty was clear as Qui-Gon's hand closed over Obi-Wan's hand and took the soft cloth from them. Using his Padawan's shoulder for balance, he rolled up his pantslegs and wound it around first one foot and then the other.

Owen was cuddling Beru and seemed unable to stop snickering.

"I thought you said he was serious, brother."

"He is." Obi-Wan protested mildly. "Usually..."

"I take a challenge very seriously." Qui-Gon added, walking to the entrance of the hall, rubbing his feet on the floor experimentally. It was very slick.

Taking a few steps to test the running potential, Qui-Gon felt his bondmate's nervousness and questioned it mildly.

//Am I intruding, beloved? I do not have to do this.//

There was a mental gulp that he could almost hear, and he paused to stare down the hall at Obi-Wan, who was staring back, eyes shadowed.

/No, Qui-Gon. I was just - you look - // Words failed him, and he flooded the bond with his impressions of his mate, as he stood now, letting the older man see himself as Obi-Wan saw him at this moment.

So tall, shoulders broad, torso patterned with faded scars and rippled with muscle. His hair was tangled from sleep, and he projected an aura of absolute power. Leonine grace.

//I hadn't realized.// Self-conscious, Qui-Gon touched his hair.

Mentally, Obi-Wan focused in on his Mater's belly, and the trail of dark hair there that led into the loosely tied trousers, which hung slightly off his narrow hips, giving a hint of the muscles that vee'd into his groin.

//And you call me beautiful.// Obi-Wan snorted aloud, which made the other two, who had been watching with quiet wonder, stare harder.

//Obi-Wan...// Using both hands, Qui-Gon hitched up his trousers and smoothed his hair. //You should not see me so.//

"Why not?" Obi-Wan spoke aloud, coming to his feet. "I believe that you are beautiful, and I will say so if I choose."

//Padawan, please..// A light blush heated the strong features, and the younger man relented, even as Beru beamed and Owen snickered further.

"So, are you gonna do it, Master Jinn?" He called, teasing.

"My name is Qui-Gon, Owen." He replied and, with no more warning, started. Running several steps, long legs carrying him quickly, he paused and half-turned his body, arms drawn in, and slid gracefully the rest of the way, hips canted forward, coming to a stop at the intersection with the next hall at the end, and pausing.

Owen and Beru applauded, and the young woman whistled.

Qui-Gon blushed. And then he padded back to them, and handed the foot wrappings to Owen.

"You have a long day ahead tomorrow. Perhaps it is time to rest."

"Yes, Qui-Gon." Owen used his name as if it were a title. Beru touched his arm.

"Thank you for playing with us."

"I have not played...in a long time. Thank you for inviting me." He replied gravely, smiling slightly. "Are your quarters far?"

"I'm on the other side of the house." She smiled back. "And if I don't get to my room soon Mother Kenobi will no doubt come looking for me."

"I'll walk you back." Owen said, slipping an arm around her waist. "Goodnight, brother. I'm glad you came."

Still looking stunned, Obi-Wan nodded as he replied.

"As am I."

Qui-Gon stood beside him as they walked down the hall.

"Will Owen come back to his room tonight?" He asked after they turned the corner.

"Traditionally, yes." Obi-Wan answered, looking up at him. "Why?"

"I was wondering how quiet we're going to have to be." Breaking into an honest smile, Qui-Gon leaned and lifted his bondmate in his arms, bringing Obi-Wan's face even with his own, the bare feet a few inches off the floor.

"Very, Master." The chuckle that seldom escaped lightened the air and Obi-Wan slipped his arms around his lover's neck.

"You see me that way, truly?" Still embarrassed, and surprised, Qui-Gon tightened his grip and nuzzled Obi-Wan's neck.

"Yessss..." The younger man squirmed, getting his legs around his lover's thighs. //I only wish I had shared it with you sooner. I thought you knew.//

//That you see me as some epitome of male beauty? Hardly.// The words were self- depreciating, the tone mocking. Holding him tighter, Qui-Gon was startled to feel tears come to his eyes.

//Don't.// His bondmate soothed. //I've got you.//

Setting Obi-Wan to the floor, Qui-Gon caught his hand and drew it to his lips.

"I once regretted bonding with you. You were too young, it was too strange. I loved Mace- " He admitted it with a flinch, both for the pain he had caused his friend and the one he was afraid it would cause his bondmate, but Obi-Wan merely smiled, "- and then you got to the Temple, and this pain I had felt - I hadn't really even noticed that I felt it - it faded the moment I touched you. And I haven't felt it since."

"I remember!" Obi-Wan gasped. "It did hurt. But then you were there and you were the only thing I could feel..."

"Sometimes I see you and I feel very old." His Master said softly. "Did I steal your youth, beloved?"

"I share willingly, Master." With both hands Obi-Wan steered the larger man toward their room, got him through the door and onto the bed, where Qui-Gon sprawled face-down, emotionally drained by the day. He heard his bondmate stripping behind him, the quiet rustle of clothing folded, and then felt strong hands at his waistband and lifted up so his pants could be removed.

//I want you as close to me as you can be.// He sighed into their bond. //Your turn tonight, beloved.//

"Indeed?

Obi-Wan's pleased surprise did not register with his master, who let his legs fall to the sides and snuggled further into the thick covering of the bed. It was white, and he could tell from Obi-Wan's response that he looked very large against it.

"Turn over." Obi-Wan breathed, kissing his neck. "I want to look at you."

Blushing faintly again, Qui-Gon did, spreading himself wide, smiling lazily up at his lover.

//Perhaps we can make this an ongoing argument.// He suggested, twisting sensuously on the bed as Obi-Wan began to stoke his sides and chest, settling between his legs. //I will never see in myself the beauty I see in you.//

"It's there." Laughing huskily, Obi-Wan bent and suckled a flat nipple to hardness, Qui-Gon's hands moving to hold him in place.

Using hands and lips, Obi-Wan brought him to the brink of orgasm in a matter of minutes. The residual energy of the evening's work flared between them again, bright enough to light the room, were it visible, and Qui-Gon moaned helplessly, thrashing in his lover's arms. Determined, Obi-Wan lay on top of him, taking his mouth ruthlessly, opening himself to his bondmate as completely as he could.

//Please, now, beloved...// Panting and begging, Qui-Gon yearned for the physical connection, reached for it, spreading his legs wider and pulling Obi-Wan off of him, pushing him downwards. When the younger man would have stopped, running his tongue over the head of Qui-Gon's swollen cock, he arched up and grabbed the smooth shoulders, pushing again. "In me. Now." It was more of an order than a suggestion, and Obi-Wan laughed loudly, going to his knees and reaching for his Master's hips, pulling his ass firmly into his lap.

//Were you ever like this with Mace?// He teased, then regretted it, but his Master's answering snarl, replete with frustration, made him laugh louder.

"You can ask him next time we're home! Just do it already!" On his elbows, staring at Obi-Wan, slightly wild-eyed, Qui-Gon felt out of control and loved it. He didn't even need to do an internal check, he knew there was nothing of the dark side in his desire. Only pure, unadulterated lust, for his lover and bondmate, who was currently torturing him.

"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan groaned, needing no lubricant to slide into the very tight passage as his bondmate opened to him. Flopping back on the bed, Qui-Gon grabbed handfuls of the coverings and moaned loudly, unashamed, as Obi-Wan thrust deeply into him. He lifted his hips higher to take more of his lover and Obi-Wan settled back further, hands gripping the strong thighs wrapped around his waist, and began to pound him steadily.

Feeling his body tighten with each thrust, Qui-Gon groaned rhythmically, his legs drawing Obi-Wan deeper each time, letting him pull away for the next one, the two of them at first lurching, and then rocking in this masculine ballet.

With his awareness flung so wide, he felt the intrusion of another presence, but could not bring himself to care. If they were on a mission, perhaps....but he was here, and Obi-Wan was loving him vigorously, and they were as close to being one as they had ever been.

"yes." Obi-Wan began gasping the word with each thrust, echoed by Qui-Gon's moan. "yes. yes." The words became grunts of effort and Qui-Gon knew his lover was holding off, resisting the need to come, trying to make it last. He could feel the swell of Obi-Wan's cock inside him, the fullness and thickness of it, he shuddered each time it passed through the tight ring of muscle at his entrance, and he was hanging on himself, wanting to keep feeling that, to keep hearing that.

So he shielded his knowledge from his bondmate, unsure as to who was there in the room with them, feeling no threat.

"Force, I love this." Obi-Wan panted, his voice rising as he increased his pace. "I love this, I love you, Qui-Gon, Oh...!"

Arching until his back was no longer touching the bed, Qui-Gon reached for his own cock with both hands, stroking it relentlessly, a touch too hard, wanting to stay on that edge, wanting Obi-Wan to keep doing what he was doing....

"Love you." Obi-Wan grunted, shoving in even harder and deeper, sharing that desire. "I love you. Tell me!" He demanded, eyes opening wide, his braid stuck to his neck, sweat dripping onto Qui-Gon's groin, staring at him with soul-eating hunger.

Letting his head fall back, feeling orgasm rush him, Qui-Gon released a deep-throated roar, bellowing his happiness.

"Yes! BELOVED!"

His shuddering actually shook the bed, and Obi-Wan fell to his chest, quaking uncontrollably. Weakly Qui-Gon embraced him, feeling drained and revitalized at once, and kissed him softly, still hungry for his taste, though they were both exhausted.

The door opened and closed and then Obi-Wan shifted, as if he heard that, and Qui-Gon sought to distract him, stroking big hands up and down his back, where the muscles still twitched, the movement slicked by sweat.

After a moment he got a good enough feel for the retreating intruder to realize that it had been Wenshele, and he wasn't at all sure how he felt about that. Had she intended to intrude? Even if she had been motivated by care and concern when she entered the bedroom, that could not have been what kept her here. Feeling oddly exposed, Qui-Gon held Obi-Wan to him more tightly, receiving a sleepy murmur of approval as the smaller man sank deeper into his arms.

It was fortunate that Obi-Wan was almost asleep, he detected nothing but the fact that his Master was mildly upset, and did not seek the source. Qui-Gon could tell that he thought it was a result of the rather loud and uncharacteristic lovemaking, and knew that they would discuss it in the morning. But he did not know if he should tell his lover what he had learned.

The Force would guide him.

With one final kiss to Obi-Wan's head, heavy on his own broad shoulder, Qui-Gon sank into blissful sleep.



"Do I look alright?" Owen tugged at the high collar of his padded tunic, asking for the fiftieth time. Obi-Wan's hands went to straighten it, again, and he rolled his eyes at his nervous brother. "You look fine. Perfect. Quit messing with stuff."

//You look far better than he does, beloved.// Qui-Gon's gentle thought made the younger man sigh, both hands straightening his own formal cloak. It was a deep burgundy, a shade lighter than Qui-Gon's own near-black, as was appropriate for a Padawan. Beneath it he wore starkly white tunic and trousers tucked into polished black boots, with a sash that matched the cloak.

//I wish you were able to wear that more often.// He responded, looking over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of his lover, in metallic silver tunic and trousers with the same black boots and a sash that matched his own formal cloak. At his urging Qui-Gon had left his hair free for the service, and the grey in it shone like the silver of his clothes.

//Silly Padawan.// It was an indulgent comment, almost a smile, and Obi-Wan turned his attention back to his brother, who was fidgeting again.

"I'm going to be sick." Owen announced suddenly, and he did look a shade green. Sizing up the situation, Qui-Gon stepped forward, Lars watching closely, and just barely flickered his fingers before the groom's face.

"You're going to be fine." He said, in that hypnotic tone. "You're not going to be ill."

"I'm going to be fine." Owen agreed promptly, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly. "I'm not going to be ill."

"Of course not." Lars said, patting his shoulder. "This is the happiest day of your life."

Thank you. Obi-Wan said, sounding amused. I've never seen it used for that before.

I had to calm the bride at a state marriage once as well. Qui-Gon smiled at him, slipping back into his place, sitting on the family bench. There many rows of benches, arranged in two lines, set in the Temple of the Winds, the prominent religion of Mura.



The Temple was roofless and the light wind whistled through a series of small paper and wooden decorations hung from the rafters, the only music that would be heard for the ceremony.

The Shaylan plant, which had, as promised, burst into spectacular bloom as the set hit the high point of its arch, was sitting in front of the altar, behind which stood a small, elderly priest, with the Book of the Winds open in his hands.

The caller, normally a member of the bride's family, a distant cousin, Qui-Gon thought, took his place at the open double-door and rang his bell. Conversation ceased, and everyone but Owen turned to look.

"We welcome the daughter, the sister, the mother." The man said in a sing-song voice. "We welcome the past, the present, the future." He paused, and then Beru was stepping into the doorway, head bowed, clutching a bouquet of fluffy feathers wrapped with vines. Her gown was extremely formal, it looked heavy and uncomfortable, brilliant scarlet and blue and green, a riot of color. "We welcome the bride." The caller finished, ringing his bell once again.

There was a moment of silence, and then Beru began walking. A careful half-step, the tight skirt of the gown not allowing for anything else, and Obi-Wan nudged Owen, who turned at last to stare at the vision that approached him.

Her head was bare, dark hair pulled back starkly and trailing over her shoulders, and she did not lift her head until she stood beside Owen.

There were tears in her eyes, but she was smiling.

When he reached for her hands she gave the bouquet to Obi-Wan, who took it with a small smile, and then the couple turned to face the priest.

Qui-Gon did not truly hear the words that were spoken. He was immersed in the Force, his mind wrapped tightly around his bondmate's, and reaching out to grasp at the weather patterns around them, intending to cause a good omen at the conclusion of the ceremony. Obi-Wan's thoughts were a warm, secure anchor as he did so, and he felt a fleeting regret that they could not have this, too.

A ceremony, Master? Why? The surprised chortle intruded on his efforts but he answered it honestly.

Because it would feel right, beloved. To claim each other before your family - it would be the last step in what we started at your birth.

Yes. Obi-Wan sounded thoughtful. That would close the circle forever. Not that we aren't joined as completely as two people can be...

It would just be an ending. His Master agreed, withdrawing slightly to resume his task.

When the final words were spoken by the beaming priest, the wind rose and swept through the temple, ruffling clothing and throwing Qui-Gon's hair into his face. Everyone laughed, it was a very good omen, and Lars eyed the Jedi Master knowingly.

Then Obi-Wan quickly untied the bundle of feathers and tossed them high, and they drifted down around the married couple as they joined hands and turned to face the crowd.

"We welcome the family." The caller sang from the back, and everyone answered it, the sound powerful in the wake of the wind. "We welcome the family!"

Murmuring the words mentally, Qui-Gon met his bondmate's eyes and they shared a secret smile.

Neither noticed the one that spread over the face of Lars Kenobi as he watched them.



"Dance with me, Obi!" Beru demanded, crossing the crowded floor to reach him. The buffet was almost gone, the servants were beginning to clean up, there were only a few guests left.. But the musicians would play as long as she wanted tonight, and Owen seemed to have disappeared in an untimely manner.

"Of course, sister." He smiled at her, glancing at his Master, who nodded, and then swept her away.

Watching him, Qui-Gon wondered if he should surprise his Padawan by asking him to dance himself. Just once would not hurt, it was a wedding, after all. He was just about to cut in when a familiar but unexpected presence made itself known to him and he turned to look at the door to the ballroom, which was opening.

Owen stepped in, followed by Mace Windu and Master Yoda.

Startled, Qui-Gon reached over the remnants of the bonds he held with both of them and questioned politely.

Is there a problem I need to be aware of?

Obi-Wan stopped dancing and allowed Beru to tug him back to his Master, who narrowed his eyes as the other two Jedi approached.

"No problem, Qui-Gon." Mace answered cheerfully. "We just thought we would crash the party."

"That is uncharacteristic." Qui-Gon commented, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Something to say, we have. Something to do, you have." Yoda said stoutly. He was wearing his own version of formal clothing, all of it black but somehow sparkly. Qui-Gon noted that Mace was wearing his finery as well, it matched his own.

"A mission?" Obi-Wan ventured, glancing at his Master for permission to speak.

"No." Yoda wrinkled his nose. "Know you do not. Guess, you will not. Come with us, you will."

"Yes, my Master." With an echo of the Padawan he had been, Qui-Gon bowed, gesturing at Obi-Wan when Yoda left the room. They all followed, Beru smiling widely.

What is it, Master? Obi-Wan wondered, and Qui-Gon sent him a reassurance.

Nothing we have done wrong, I am certain.

Lars came out of a side door and joined them, Owen at his side.

"Master Yoda, Master Windu." he sounded the gracious host. "I am pleased that you have arrived."

"Sudden journey, it was. Worth it." Yoda commented. Qui-Gon's thoughts churned as he struggled to make sense of this, but it didn't make sense and he was at a loss.

Concentrate on the moment, Master. His Padawan said, only half-teasing, just as confused.

Imp. He retorted, taking the advice and calming his thoughts.

They were led to a small door off a narrow hall, a section of the house he had not been in before. When it was opened he saw that the walls were hung with swaths of blue silk, and there was an altar at the front of it, and four ancient stone benches.

And the Shaylan plant, standing in the middle of the room.

He hesitated on the threshold.

"Need this, you do." Yoda said softly, touching his leg with a spidery hand.

"Need what?" Taking an actual step backwards, he found himself blocked by Lars and Owen, who also had Obi-Wan trapped between them.

"It's time you made it official, Qui-Gon." Mace answered, a dark chuckle coloring the words. "You have only been wed for twenty-one years, after all."

"Obi-Wan?" Reaching with one hand, he grasped his Padawan's and drew him closer. Did you know of this?

"No, Master." He answered aloud, swallowing and wetting his lips with his tongue. "I am as startled as you are."

"We decided last night." Beru spoke up. "Seeing the two of you together, learning that you were so close..."

"It would make mother happy." Owen said softly.

Turning, Qui-Gon saw her now, sitting on a bench almost behind the flowering plant.

"Master?" There was hope, and awe, and a touch of fear in that voice.

"Of course, Obi-Wan." Closing his yes briefly, Qui-Gon repeated the words through the bond, sending all the love he had ever felt to his bondmate. Of course.

"Good!" Mace broke into a grin and slapped Qui-Gon on the back.

Silent, stunned, they were led to their places. Beru and Owen slipped the cloaks from their shoulders, and the priest entered the room, still smiling.

Lars stood beside Obi-Wan, looking as proud as he had earlier, standing beside Owen, and Owen was on his other side, offering quiet words of encouragement as the young Jedi Apprentice seemed to falter.

Flanking Qui-Gon, Yoda and Mace were both silent, but he felt the support each of them offered, and the sadness that Yoda could not hide. He still believed that Qui-Gon would give his life for Obi-Wan and the knowledge pained him.

I will do what the Force demands. Qui-Gon told him, letting the sadness pass through him and away.

There were no words for them to say, the priest did everything, but at the end Wenshele herself handed a bundle of feathers to Owen, who untied them and threw them into the air over the united couple while the others watched, smiling. Beru clapped her hands together in delight and Obi-Wan blushed, but to Qui-Gon he had never looked more beautiful.

Worth it, it might be. Yoda's thought skittered over the surface of the bond they had once shared, and Qui-Gon smiled. Lifting Obi-Wan's hand to his, he turned it over and kissed the palm.

That was the best day of my life. He told his bondmate, meaning the day Obi-Wan had been born, always a special day for the two of them.

They are all the best for me. Obi-Wan answered, sharing, briefly, his memories of Qui-Gon's presence, the security and happiness and passion he had always found in his bondmate's presence in his mind.

"Enough of that!" Owen laughed at them, jostling Obi-Wan with his shoulder. "We have another reason to celebrate!"

"No sliding in the halls tonight, my husband." Beru laughed. "I have other plans for you."

The laughter traveled the circle as Owen blushed, and the group broke up. They left the two Jedi alone in the family temple, giving them a moment to themselves, and Qui-Gon opened his arms, enclosing them around Obi-wan as he stepped into the embrace.

"It feels this good everytime." He said, wondering.

"Only this time it feels better." The younger man tilted his head and took a soft, chaste kiss. "I did not know I wanted this until it was given to me."

"I did not know I wanted you until you fell into my hands."

"I'm glad you didn't drop me." Stepping away, Obi-Wan kissed first one of Qui-Gon's large hands and then the other. "That would have put a damper on things."

"Imp." Knowing that he was grinning foolishly, Qui-Gon didn't care.

"You should know, Quigee." With a smirk the younger man led the older back to the party, which was catching its second wind. Beru was dancing with Owen and Obi-Wan declared that he had a powerful thirst, and walked toward the buffet table, glancing at Mace meaningfully and Qui-Gon belatedly remembered his words of the night before.

That doesn't count, it was under duress! He protested, laughing inwardly, turning to greet the person coming up beside him. "Senator Kenobi." he kept his voice bland.

"I intruded upon your privacy last night, and for that I need to apologize." She said with no fanfare.

"I know." He answered, voice soft but allowing a touch of anger. She looked at the people, not at him.

"I cannot forgive you for taking him from me. Even when he nursed at my breast I knew you were there. He would be fussy and then he would just stop, and smile that baby smile."

He spread his hands in a gesture of pleading.

"What was I to do?"

"And last night I discovered that he is not, as I had feared, as calm and cold as he appears. As the Jedi would have him to be. He is as loving and expressive as i always thought he would be."

"Control is the way of the Jedi."

"He just gives all of that to you." She faced him and he saw both anger and sadness in her eyes. But there was no hatred there tonight. "I suppose I'm just glad he gives it to someone."

"He gives me everything." Qui-Gon said softly, closing his eyes and drawing on the link, filing himself with the peace of it. Obi-Wan turned and stared, then started for him. "I will not tell him of your transgression." With a nod for her, he left her side, going to Obi-wan, meeting him in the middle of the floor and taking him in his arms. The musicians stuck up a new song, and Qui-Gon led Obi-Wan in a swift dance of celebration, glorying in his bondmate's affection and the laugh that pealed from him.

Watched by family and friends, they shared their happenings as best they could.

(the end)

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