Shifting a bit, Qui-Gon lifted his head in the dim light to peer down
at the man sharing his bed with a small smile as he watched the slow
rise and fall of the others chest.

Lifting the hand holding his to the warm chest, Qui-Gon pressed a
soft kiss to the back of Obi-Wan’s and then settled back into
playing big spoon for Obi-Wan’s wonderful warm body as he tucked
their joined hands back around him, feeling the heat of skin against
his own from their activities last night.

For so long his bed had been lonesome, for so long he had avoided
taking a lover because of the political impact it could have but…

Obi-Wan had always been faithful, he would never ask for power, be it
political or monetary and his title as Royal Protector was more then
enough for the redhead Qui-Gon knew.

He craved for nothing but the pleasure of Qui-Gon’s company.

It was just that simple for once.

But there was one little wrinkle and as Qui-Gon pressed his lips to
the others shoulder, he couldn’t help but consider the
ramifications of what he’d done when he had taken Obi-Wan to his
bed.

Anakin.

Anakin, his son, who was at least crushing hard on Obi-Wan with the
actual man in question unaware of the level of emotion Qui-Gon’s
son had for him.

It was going to hurt him but Qui-Gon was sure that while Anakin cared
for Obi-Wan, it was not a deep level of love but more an obsession
with an impressive and respectable man who did his duties with almost
painful accuracy and dedication.

And Obi-Wan had never been hard to look at with defined muscles and a
strong jaw that was covered in a rather fetching beard that Qui-Gon
quite favored even if he missed the dimple of the mans chin at times.

But Anakin could not marry Obi-Wan.

There would be no heirs.

As much as Qui-Gon wanted his son to marry for love, there were
rules.

Anakin had to marry royalty and have heirs and as beautiful and
capable as Obi-Wan was, he could not give birth to children.

Though that thought was intr-nope! Not thinking about it, there were
some impossibilities of a biological nature that even royalty and
money couldn’t get around.

Qui-Gon smiled into the others skin and then rumbled faintly when the
redhead squirmed a bit. “Shhh, sleep protector, tonight there is no
danger.” He whispered, shifting their hand lower to rub gently
along the others stomach until Obi-Wan settled again with a quiet
sigh.

Breathing out, Qui-Gon pressed his lips back to the others skin and
closed his eyes again. Tonight would be their night.

Tomorrow he could deal with Anakin and the eventual emotional pain he
would feel over the relationship Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan was now
exploring.

…Sweet mercies, Qui-Gon hoped that Anakin would listen to him after
this as the boy could be quite rash when he was upset or felt scorned.

The last thing the star Emperor wanted to do was to sooth another
diplomatic incident.