QuiGon

SithQui-Gon and deaged Obi-Wan? How is the war different now that all of the Sith are working together instead of at cross-purposes? Is Obi-Wan being trained as a Sith? Are they letting him remain a Lightsider while he’s young?

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“That’s
it Obi-Wan, you know you want it, now reach for it with your want.”
Qui-Gon watched his young apprentice with a small smile over his
stapled fingers as Obi-Wan stared at the box containing the delicate
little pastries Yan had given him.

Qui-Gon
however had seen it as a wonderful little chance for some Force
lessons of the…hmm sithly variety.

“Little
one. You need to reach for it with your emotions.” He coaxed when
Obi-Wan slumped on his pillow with a small frown before looking at
Qui-Gon.

“I…I
don’t know. That’s not what they taught in the creche dad.”

“They
also taught you not to get attached little one.” Qui-Gon shifted
until he was sitting beside the deaged former version of his padawan.
“I know its different Obi-Wan. I know you were taught differently
in the temple but there is another way, another balance. You know
what I am, what grandpa Yan is and what both Asajj and Maul are…you
can go a different way.” He stroked his hand gently over the soft
copper hair.

“I
always wanted to be a Jedi…and Sith are suppose to…” His little
one bit his lips and Qui-Gon shifted him until Obi-Wan was sitting in
his lap. “Sith are suppose to be the bogey men of the Initiates, I
know. But you know us little one. Are we truly so bad?” Qui-Gon
wrapped his arms around the little boy.

Obi-Wan
gnawed on his bottom lip, staring at him.

“You
hurt people.” He settled on.

“So
do the Jedi and their troopers.” Qui-Gon didn’t deny it, he knew
that with Obi-Wan he would either have to go half truths or full
truths when the questions were direct.

Obi-Wan
mulled over that. “They are, aren’t they…did I hurt people?” He
turned wide green eyes on Qui-Gon and the man sighed. “Sometimes.
You didn’t mean to, you tried to be a good Jedi.” He stroked a soft
cheek. “But sometimes its unavoidable little one.”

Obi-Wan
stared at his hands. “There is no emotion, there is peace…” He
whispered at his hands before looking at the other man again. “What
do Sith say?”

“Peace is a lie,
there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through
strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through
victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.” Qui-Gon
recited quietly, his eyes flashing yellow and Obi-Wan stared at him
before ducking his head again.

“…Free?”

“Free little
one.”

“Free from what?”

“Free from
whatever would hold you down, free from what anyone would do to hold
you down, free to achieve the greatness the Force would give you.
Free…to be you.” He stroked his hand through Obi-Wan’s hair.

He let Obi-Wan
think, his little one was a smart cookie and coercion was not
something he wanted to use on him.

“Free doesn’t
sound so bad.” Obi-Wan whispered. “I’d be…free to like you?
Free to play with Grandpa Yan?” He peered up at Qui-Gon and the
older man smiled slowly.

“Free to do
whatever you wished my Obi-Wan.” He closed the boy in a warm hug,
eyes glittering possessively in the light. Perhaps, just perhaps he
could turn his little one after all and have him by his side as a
proper apprentice in full public.

After all, planet
after planet were falling for their hands as they went forward, both
Maul and Asajj working well as generals, and then there was Maul’s
apprentice, Savage helping out too. ‘Soon we won’t need Sidious
anymore.’

Obi-wan is used to dealing with his Master’s «pathetic life forms,» but what would happen if a pathetic life form decided to adopt Obi-wan instead?

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“Master its not funny.” Obi-Wan groaned as the large tongue kept
‘grooming’ his head and hair, slicking the short strands to his scalp
and covering him in viscous saliva.

Qui-Gon chuckled quietly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh but
it is, you do complain about me bringing home pathetic life forms
often, this time one of them seem to have adopted you.”

“We are neither home and I honestly don’t think a howlrunner is
pathetic by any shape or form.” Obi-Wan huffed then groaned as the
canine wrapped itself more tightly around him, nuzzling at him with
its human like skull head. “I know we’re borrowing its cave but
please master, can’t you…make it sleep?”

“I think its good of you to get a closeness with animal life
Obi-Wan. Or you can try to send her away yourself.” Qui-Gon offered
peacefully, smiling still. He wished he had a camera to take a holo,
Yoda would love to see this.

Obi-Wan sighed then groaned as the howlrunner continued ‘grooming’
him.

Ben locks himself in a room in the library for a week or more and then comes out with more then enough prof that Palpatin is a Sith and maybe not even really Palp. the whole time everyone worries about him.

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Qui-Gon frowned and knocked lightly on the door, glancing at where
Madam Nu was frowning thunderously at him before knocking again while
reaching out into the bond between himself and Ben.

Silence answered him on both ends.

“Ben, please answer. You’ve been in there for a week.” He called
out, still tempted to break down the door to get in. If only Jocasta
wouldn’t physically castrate him that is.

“Do you even have food in there?” He frowned heavily.

When a frazzled Mace had contacted him he had no idea what could have
gotten the councilor so set out.

And then he was informed that Ben had locked himself into a room in
the Archives, saying something about research and sith. That was a
week ago as it had taken Qui-Gon time to return to the temple from
the planet he, Obi-Wan and Anakin had been dispatched to.

No one had seen the man since.

Even Yoda knocking on the door and requesting him to open it had not
happened and there was no way Master Nu would allow anyone to break
down the door to get the Jedi. Beside, he was clearly alive, his
Force presence felt clearly through the walls.

“Ben, we’re getting concerned. I know there’s water dispenser in
there but you can’t live on water alone.”

Soft steps brought the Archivist to him and she peered at the other
man before sighing. “This is going to far, I understand getting
lost in research but…Qui-Gon…get this door open.” That looked
like it physically hurt her to say.

“Get it…wait, you’re going to let me break it down?” He blinked
down at the lady beside him.

She gave him yet another thunderous glare. “Only because that silly
man has locked himself in there and you’re right, he hasn’t eaten
since he went in there and I’ll be a hutts aunt if he’s slept more
then a little bit.”

Qui-Gon blinked hard and would have answered if it wasn’t for the
door swishing open that moment and a frazzled and less then properly
groomed Ben sprung out of the room, sans his boots, his arms loaded
with flimsiplast as he raced past them.

Then he stopped about five steps from them and turned, blinking
owlishly at them. “Qui-Gon? When did you come back?”

Qui-Gon frowned and moved to the man, taking him by the shoulders,
feeling the tenseness under his hands. “Two days ago. You’ve lost
all sense of time haven’t you?”

“I…hmm I must have…did I block of our bond?” Ben looked even
more puzzled, shifting the flimsi in his arms.

“Yes. Several people’s been here to knock on the door. You really
haven’t noticed?” Qui-Gon frowned deeply in concern as he took in
the frazzled, ungroomed and over tired self. The other obviously
hadn’t showered in a week.

“No, I was…I…” Ben was faltering and Qui-Gon pulled the other
to his chest, wrapping him in the older mans arms.

“I’m taking you to our quarters and you WILL rest.” He said
firmly, feeling the other man kind of flop against him.

“But I…my research…sith…proof.”

“It can wait a day for you to rest, eat and shower. The council
will be there tomorrow, as will your research and you can present it
when you don’t look like a man that wandered out of a wasteland.”
Jedi’s were not one to judge on appearance but still, Ben could smell
a bit better.

“Mmmn…” Qui-Gon glanced down at the vague sound and sighed when
he saw the others eyes already closed with his head resting on
Qui-Gon’s breast.

“Exactly…Master Nu, could you grab his flimsi? He’s going to lose
grip on them soon.”

The Archivist master quickly moved and took them gently from Ben,
getting only a minor protest before Qui-Gon lifted the other up in
his arms. The older master cursed under his breath as he felt the
loss of weight. It was to be expected but still, he had hoped Ben had
something in those room if only food pills.

“I’ll come with you two.” Jocasta sighed, holding the pages to
her chest. “So this won’t get lost. If he spent that long in there
with them, they are important.”

“Yes madam, but I think my concern will lie with this man.”

“After what we just witnessed, I think it will be best you do keep
your concern on him.” She offered dryly.

More vampire obiwan growing in his new adult fangs and biting anything to alleviate the pain while quigon pats his back

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Qui-Gon winced at his padawan’s tiny but unmistakable whimper of
pain, the teen biting into the pillow in his arms as harshly as he
could. New fangs were always the case of soreness but it seemed these
were particularly agonizing as Obi-Wan curled up on their couch and
clung to a pillow, sweat coating his skin and sticking the braid to
the others pale neck.

It also left Obi-Wan weak and drained as he was not able to feed as
the new fangs grew in and it was always a case of concern for Qui-Gon
and a case for the healers to ground them to the temple.

He sat down on the couch and rubbed the others back slowly, murmuring
soothingly. “Do you want me to talk to the healers Obi-Wan? If I
asked, they would give you a hypospray of painkillers.”

“I’m…I’m suppose to…manage the pain.” Obi-Wan panted then
shuddered.

“I know, but this is obviously worse then before. Let me see?” He
carefully tugged the other up and eased the others grip on the
pillow. “Open your mouth for me?”

Obi-Wan gave him a look but did as asked, showing Qui-Gon his teeth.

Qui-Gon quickly took the others chin and reached out, pulling the
upper lip back a bit to get a good look.

Obi-Wan’s growing canines were barely peeking out from the gums but
it was the gums that caught his attention, red and partially bleeding
around the tip of the fangs. He hissed in sympathy. “Obi-Wan,
you’re bleeding from the gums.” He carefully touched the swollen
gums of the canines and jerked in shock when Obi-Wan gave a pained
cry and bit down on his finger in reflex.

It was just normal teeth and didn’t break the skin but it did hurt
and Qui-Gon pulled his hand back, hissing a bit.

“Master! Apologies!” Obi-Wan’s wide eyes stared at him and
Qui-Gon hushed him, ignoring his aching finger as he pulled his
padawan to him and settled the other close, rubbing his back. “No,
its alright, I should have warned you Obi-Wan. But I want to call the
healers. I know the fangs grow in a accelerated pace but they are
bloody, swollen and the gums are bright red around the canines.
That’s not like last time.” He murmured seriously.

“…Can…” Obi-Wan hesitated then shifted until he was almost in
Qui-Gon’s lap, burying his face in the others broad chest.

The Jedi master blinked before smiling a bit and wrapping his arms
around Obi-Wan. Sometimes his padawan needed care but he didn’t know
how to ask for it Qui-Gon had realized. Instead of words he would
curl in as close as physically possible and leave it to Qui-Gon to
realize just how to sooth the young man.

“Its alright Obi-Wan. Its alright padawan. I’m here for you little
imp.” He murmured, rubbing a broad hand slowly over the others
back, letting the young man bite into the fabric of his tunic with a
small keen of pain.

for the dragon!au, does obiwan ride mika into battle?!?! (also when she’s little, does she ride obiwan into battle? haha) though for reals though. how would mika and obiwan do space? one in a ship and one not? both in space? does she sulk in the hold during battles instead of flying? (also balmorra run? those space mantas?)

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“Yes I know Mika, you don’t like the cargo hold. No you are not
flying all the way to Naboo for the trade federation. You’d be
exhausted…yes I will ask that you be let out once we arrive there
though, so you can fly around the planet.” Obi-Wan sighed,
pretending his master wasn’t watching Mika himself in amusement.

Pika was chirruping from the sleeve, sounding smug once again.

“Master, please tell Pike that its not nice to tease Mika for her
size. She can’t help that she has to be in cargo holds most of the
time.”

Qui-Gon chuckled quietly and stroked Pike’s head slowly. “I would
make him apologize but he likes to antagonize. You know that.”

“Ah yes, the dragon is like the master.” Obi-Wan snorted before
cooing softly at Mika and taking her snout in his arms, nuzzling
between her eyes. “Its alright. I’m sure the pilot will open the
hatch so you can slip out before we dock with the Trade Federation
ship.” He assured.

The dragon made a miserable sound and curled up as best she could in
the rather small pen of the cargo hold.

“Its really not fair Master, the pen is to small for her.”
Obi-Wan sighed and settled down so she could rest her head in his
lap.

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan but you know that she is among the bigger
dragons associated with the temple. Most are…well…smaller. At least she’s not as big as the Humongos from Wild space.”
Qui-Gon settled down too, not wanting to leave the two alone in the
cargo hold.

“I know. It just doesn’t feel right by her.”

“At least the dragon pen masters back in the temple built out a
special one for her so she wouldn’t be to cooped?” Qui-Gon reached
out and rubbed the the top line of Mika’s fur, smiling when she
purred a tiny bit.

“And she is finally done growing so you won’t have to worry about
her growing even bigger and not fitting into ships.” He chuckled
quietly and Obi-Wan sighed. “True, still…I worry about her.”

“..I do remember a time when she used to ride on your back like
Pike does with my arm. Peeking over your shoulders at Senators and
pirates alike.” Qui-Gon smiled peacefully.

“And then she got big enough think she’d try and take on the
neebray mantas we encountered.” Obi-Wan offered dryly.

“To be fair to her, she did put up one good fight against them.”
Qui-Gon chuckled and Mika rumbled proudly at them.

“And came away with new scars on her underbelly.” Obi-Wan sighed
then smiled down at his dragon before glancing at his master.

The two sat there quietly together.

“…So did Pike really sneak into Master Mace’s quarter before we
left?”

“Made a small nest in Mace underwear’s drawer before he was caught.” Qui-Gon smirked.

Been in a mood lately, so hit me with your ANGSTIEST way of Anakin learning about QuiObi. Perhaps even the council somehow? You’re GREAT at portraying emotions!

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“And what keeps your negotiator going? What regrets linger in his
mind? What haunts him?” The elder leaned forward, her eyes
glittering from under the hood as a forked tongue scented the air.

Obi-Wan just smiled blandly at her, pretending not to see the tail
that flickered and curled around the body.

“My duty to the Republic is what drives me forward of course.” He
offered quite contently, as if he was not seated in a sweltering tent
with half the council in physical state and the rest in holos. As if
the tent was not sheer enough for everyone outside it to hear them
talk.

“Lie to me you should not.” The elder hissed at him and Obi-Wan
quirked a eyebrow.

“I’m not lying. I do my duty to the Republic.”

“Partial answers is not what we seek if we are to give the Republic
access to our factories.” She shifted again and at her words,
Obi-Wan’s smile turned strained.

“More there is to your answer then the Republic. Something you
fight for, not just peace, not just justice and not just order though
Jedi you still are to the core.” her tail flickered and picked up a
vial of something. “Pain lurks underneath the skin, perhaps
unnoticed, perhaps ignored, release it you can’t because its burrowed
deep under skin. Perhaps you do not wish to let go of said pain?”

Obi-Wan’s body was tense as a coil, pretending not to see Mace’s
burning gaze in his neck or Anakin probing concern at the bond from
outside the tent.

“Young you are. Yet a weight you carry, the all-mother already has
taken much from you, to take more she might plan if changes you do
not find in yourself. Burdens of planets I see in you, weary pain and
hidden tears. Perhaps…perhaps loss, much loss.” Her lavender eyes
glittered once again as she poured green sand from the vial into a
bowl and setting it aside.

“We agreed to the negotiation because several planets are suffering
shortages that your factories could improve. I did not think we would
discuss me.” Obi-Wan tried desperately to find his center.

“But to know the negotiator is to know the goal. To know the
negotiator is to find a common thread. Honor in you I sense, pain,
quiet strength and bitter cynical wounds, covered up with clever
words so not to show the cracks in the armor. Calm you project to
those around you, the mask pulled up high. Yet underneath…the thing
that drives you forward…hidden is.” She picked up another vial
with her tail and this time red sand joined the bowl.

“And what are you asking then?” Obi-Wan settled resignedly.

“Truth.” She returned simply, this time pouring blue sand into
the bowl before lifting the entire thing and holding it towards
Obi-Wan. “What drives you forward, what you hide in here. Truth
lies that way.” Obi-Wan looked to the bowl at the mix of colors
before looking at her, feeling the Force shift to her direction.
“Willingly given blood must be however for this to work. Know you
we would after, the pain, the hurt, the doubts, the fear and what
drives you forward.”

Obi-Wan stared at the bowl at that, they had one shot at negotiation
here and they could solve several planets food and medical
emergencies. But if there was truth to her words then they would know
more of Obi-Wan then he had shared with anyone in years.

But those planets…his mind flashed to Qui-Gon and what the other
man would have done and with that his decision was sealed, lifting
his hand towards the bowl despite a softly spoken protest from Adi.

Crimson blood dripped from a small slash to his hand and into the
sand, the grains promptly glowing like lightsabers in their colors
while the Force rose to action, giving images to everyone’s mind.

It was him, shy of twenty four, kneeling on the meditation mat his
master had gotten him for his name day. His braid was unbound from a
shower and he looked relax under the sunlight from the window, eyes
half closed.

He recognized this scene even now years later and his mind panicked
even as it played out, Qui-Gon stepping from the bedroom and moving
to Obi-Wan, kneeling down while talking softly about a mission they
were to be dispatched on, grasping the unbound braid to slowly do it
up with all its ornaments, voice low but filled with affection until
it was whole, the braid carefully wrapped around the large fist
before lifted to lips and kissed, the gaze between master and padawan
filled with nothing less then love yet a softly uttered. “Not yet.”
kept them separated.

“What you hide.” She whispered. Oh he and Qui-Gon had hidden the
love they had for each other in fear of separation, despite nothing
untoward happening. As long as he was a padawan, they would wait and
keep the appropriate distance.

The image changed, and Obi-Wan could have screamed for it was Naboo
and it was Qui-Gon and Qui-Gon was dead and gone. A whispered thought
from Obi-Wan’s mind came. ‘Why didn’t I die instead. Why not take
me…’

“What you regret.” And  Obi-Wan shuddered, a heavy breath
escaping him. Oh he had wished for death that day but he had promised
Qui-Gon. He had promised him.

The image faded again and Obi-Wan recognized Qui-Gon’s room and he
himself curled up on Qui-Gon’s bed, a robe several times to large for
him tucked about him as he sobbed soundlessly so not to alert Anakin.
Regret yes, regret that he did not die, regret he had not told
Qui-Gon, regret he had not begged the other to at least have him
close once. Regret he had ever become a Jedi.

“Your pain.” She hissed like the wind in grass.

And the image changed for the last time. And it was Qui-Gon, his hair
in disarray with twigs in it, mud splattering his robe and his cheeks
but a smile on his lips as he stared towards the sunrise over the
ocean, wind catching the hair and blowing it lightly before turning
to his padawan and giving him a larger smile that gave light to his
eyes. And Obi-Wan’s unmistakable ill timed thought  as he realized
for the first time how he cared for Qui-Gon. ‘I love this man.’

“What drives you forward Negotiator. Not duty, not justice, not
order, not the Republic…but this mans memory.” The elder
whispered. “Each step you take, is one for him. You move forward
for him even if his memory is what lies in the past. But back you can
not go. So you think of him and move forward even as you wish you
were cold in the ground, strength to carry on with broken heart
pieces and shattered soul. Numbing yourself so one more step may be
taken. One more life saved. Like he would have wanted.”

The Force let go and Obi-Wan slumped, taking a shuddering breath. His
shields were in disarray, memories of Qui-Gon locked away for so long
shattering them like so much sheet ice. There was a flash of light
and the sound of a tent flap being shoved aside with a blissful
sensation of cool air.

And then Anakin was there, right in front of him as he grasped both
the blood dripping hand and Obi-Wan’s cheek, wet green meeting wide
blue. How long had Obi-Wan been tethering on the edge of the Force,
waiting to see if it would take him this time and let him find
Qui-Gon or make him continue forward.

Anakin channeled healing Force to the small cut as he stroked away
tears from the older mans face with a thumb, a gentle tendril
reaching out from their bond. ‘Perhaps you understand better then
I thought…Oh Obi-Wan…I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.’

‘You were a
child…it was not your job to know…only to grow…’

Anakin’s face twisted then he let go of the others hand to reach out
and pull Obi-Wan into his lap, wrapping him in a tight hug. ‘The
council may not understand but I do Obi-Wan, I’m so sorry he died.
I’m so sorry Maul took him away before he was even yours.’

“Our factories the Republic will have access to, workers they have
to supply.” The Elder hissed and Obi-Wan muddily thought that he
should respond but he couldn’t quite get himself to.

Not this time, locked into the circle of Anakin’s arms.

A continuation of the prompt about Qui-gon time-travelling to the future? Forcing Obi-wan to go to the healers because he’s damn reckless and needs someone to take care of him? Fluff?? Thank you ~

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“Qui-Gon!” Obi-Wan yelped as the older man grabbed him by the
neck, the large hand like a heavy guide on the skin.

“Obi-Wan.” The man returned pleasantly, ignoring the troopers and
Anakin in the temple hanger with practiced ease of a man used to
ignoring diplomats. “Welcome back, healers are this way.”

Obi-Wan squirmed even as the older man started moving him via his
hand on Obi-Wan’s neck. Anakin, the traitor, was sniggering under his
breath and Cody was leaking smug happiness into the Force at his
General being forced to the healers.

“Qui-Gon I am quite fine. Honestly, I have to go see the council.”

“You are not to big for me to pick up and carry to the healers
Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon offered in return.

“You wouldn’t dare! I’m a council member now Qui-Gon.”

“Ah yes, the council, the council I always listen to, the council
which I always adhere to, that council.” Qui-Gon snorted. And then
he made good on his own promise and tucked his arms around the
younger man, lifting him up in a fireman carry.

“QUI-GON!”

The master looked to Cody, a peaceful smile on his face but a twinkle
in his eyes. “I’m requisitioning your General for the time being
Commander. I do promise to return him to you in better shape though.”

“I see no problem with this General Jinn.” Cody the traitor
called out and Anakin was now loudly guffawing from where he was.

“Qui-Gon you arse! Put me down! This is not proper!”

“I’m a time traveling Jedi stuck in the future for some odd reason,
I don’t think propriety really counts in my case.” The man said
cheerfully as he started walking and Obi-Wan sulked, glaring at the
212, the 501 and Anakin, who was leaning on Rex and almost crying
into the captain’s shoulder.

“…Qui-Gon, I’m quite capable of taking care of myself.” Obi-Wan
muttered as they passed another set of staring padawans.

“I just lifted you without the aid of the Force, in your armor
getup without any problems Obi-Wan, forgive me for thinking you may
need a visit to the healers. And I know you, you have a tendency to
downplay any injuries you get. Healing trances only gets you so far.”
Qui-Gon patted a booted calf with care. Then he squeezed it. “I
worry. You aren’t good at taking care of yourself. So while I’m here,
I’ll do it for you.”

Obi-Wan blinked then flushed, directing his eyes to the floor.
“Oh…um…your…your shoulder is digging into my stomach
honestly.”

“Indeed? And if I let you down are you going to try and convince me
you don’t need the healers?”

“…”

“I’ll take that as a yes Obi-Wan.” There was another squeeze to
the calf. “Masters always worry about their padawans, even when
said padawans become masters themselves.”

Obi-Wan blinked and then slowly dug his fingers into the back of
Qui-Gon’s tunics, holding on as tightly as he could with a small
smile.

A bit more from Djump!Obi-Wan verse please? Qui-Gon already had he ‘oh no he’s beautiful’ moment. What’s next?

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The older master pounced on Ben the moment they were in Ben’s
quarters, advancing on him quick firm and determined steps.

“You can’t keep doing this!” Qui-Gon wasn’t raging, not really.
But he was worried, Ben kept throwing himself into situation after
situation, coming so very close to getting split open, blown up,
poisoned or one memorable occasion, drowned!

“Its like you don’t care if you live or die!” He grabbed the
other by the shoulders and Ben raised his eyebrows at the other even
as Qui-Gon’s fingertips dug into his skin through the robes. “Of
course I care if I live or die Qui-Gon, don’t be silly.”

“Silly? Silly he says, the man who flirts with Sith and jumps in
front of tanks to distract droid companies.” The long haired man
growled, pushing the copper haired man back against the wall.

“I find it keeps them of their guards if I engage them in banter.
And I only did that once.” Ben pointed out. “If I worry you, I
apologize but I am a Jedi master too Qui-Gon, I know how to look
after myself.

“Hah! Says the man who the healers are chasing after because he
keeps losing weight and sleep less then a angry krayt dragon.”
Qui-Gon shifted one hand to cup the bearded chin, lifting the others
face to examine it critically. “You got bags under your bags and
you look half feral sometimes!”

“You already know I have mind scars. Its not easy to heal those
nightmares and releasing them into the Force takes time.” The other
argued.

“Sith spit, if you’d just let me help…”

“I don’t want to burden you with my problems Qui-Gon.” The
dimension traveler sighed.

“But I want your burdens to be mine too.” And with that the older
man leaned in and covered Ben’s lips with his, giving in to
temptation that he had wanted to since the second month of knowing
Ben and his unique brand of humor and his intelligence.

He felt the others surprise flash through the Force then felt the
other melt, arms coming up around Qui-Gon’s broad shoulders, resting
at the nape of his neck and tucking into the long hair.

The older master felt relief settle in and reached down, pulling the
others legs up around his waist as he pressed the narrow man against
the wall he had earlier pinned him to, the kiss turning from chaste
to seeking, gentle nips and teasing tongues coming to play.

Only once air became a issue did Qui-Gon pull back.

“That’s…different.” Ben panted, staring up at Qui-Gon as the
older master held tightly onto his thighs.

“But was it unwelcome?” Qui-Gon rumbled, looking for any signs of
discomfort. The other tightened his legs around Qui-Gon’s waist,
blinking before smiling a bit. “No…no not unwelcome. At one point
perhaps but…not here, not now.” Ben tugged lightly at the others
silver peppered hair, still smiling.

Qui-Gon followed the tugging to rest his forehead against the others
with a small smile. “Please take care of yourself…for my sake if
nothing else?” He asked quietly, thumbs rubbing the others thighs
slowly as he kept the other pinned between himself and the wall.

“For you? Anything Qui-Gon.” Ben whispered before closing his
eyes and reaching out, lowering his shields for Qui-Gon and feeling
the other do the same, sharing sensation and emotions between each
other.

“Haven’t done this in a long while…lowering my barriers like
this.” Ben breathed out before chuckling softly, flashes of
loneliness that made Qui-Gon shift his hands from the thighs to wrap
around the others lower back instead.

“Then talk to me. Lower those barriers around me. I know you’re
worried about what I’ll see, what burdens you think might be to much
for me to handle but…I’m here Ben.” Qui-Gon brushed his rather
sizeble nose against Ben’s and smiled at the almost giggle like noise
that escaped the other at the action.

“I guess…I’ll have to trust you’ll be honest with me then.
There’s a lot of things you might not find palatable though, war made
us all jagged and cynical at times. Three years of it and then the
time afterward…” The copper haired male breathed out.

“Well…” Qui-Gon pressed another kiss to those tempting lips,
smiling at the way Ben’s beard tickled him and wondering if his was
doing the same to the other. “I want to get to know all of you,
even the parts you aren’t proud of. And I want you to know mine.”

“As long as this won’t be a problem for Obi-Wan or Anakin.” Ben
murmured quietly then blinked when Qui-Gon snorted.

“Anakin’s been telling me we have to fuck because the sexual
tension is getting to everyone and Obi-Wan thinks you’re being
oblivious.” The older man offered dryly before slowly pulling back
from the wall and moving to the couch to sit down. Pinning the other
to the wall wasn’t exactly doing wonders for his back.

He settled slowly and smiled when Ben instantly adjusted to straddle
his lap, letting both get comfortable.

“You had this conversation with Obi-Wan?” Ben asked in amusement.

“The most awkward conversation ever.” Qui-Gon groaned. “Logically
you’re different, yes some same mannerism but he is younger, his eyes
go different places and you…” He quieted down and smiled.
“You’re…just…” He reached out and stroked his fingers through
the slightly graying hair at the temple of Ben’s head.

“Yes?” Ben leaned into the hand, leaning closer to Qui-Gon.

“Just…” Qui-Gon leaned forward, lips meeting again in a tender
motion. ‘Just magnificent.’