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Sithandjedi the maul and mace idea is so cute? Can we please see the first time they kiss? Or are they like a couple where they have sex for a while before they realize they have feelings?

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“Can
you grow hair?”

The
fingers on his scalp stopped rubbing and Mace cracked his eyes open
to give the other a grouchy stare. He refused to say he was pouting
regardless what anyone else though as he stared up at his lover as
he laid out over the zabrak’s leather
couch,
his bare feet resting on one end as his head rested on the lap of his
lover.

Maul
just quirked one of his dark tattooed brows in return, clearly not
about to resume unless answered as
the candle on the coffee table gave his face a flickering glow along
with the holovision’s dimmed light from when they watched the
opera.

Rolling
his eyes, Mace nodded. “Yes, I can though I’ve had no desire to
since I was a padawan at my master’s side.” He closed his eyes as
Mace once more resumed rubbing his scalp, clever callused fingers
working away at the
dark skin.

“Would
you consider growing it once more?” Maul questioned and Mace eyes
snapped open at that, staring at the other.

Maul was sporting a bored but curious look and Mace sighed, sitting
up on the couch to lean against the others chest instead as he
considered the question. On one hand it would take time and he wasn’t
sure he would look good with hair anyone, Force knew it might even
have gone gray. “Would you want me to?” He asked in return,
tilting his head to rest it back on Mace chest.

Lips pressed to his forehead for a second, accompanied with a purr.
“Yes, I would like to see but I’m not about to Force you Jedi.”
He smirked, flashing his fangs at Mace as if he hadn’t done something out of the usual, that affectionate brush of lips they had never before attempted.

Mace tried not to shiver, he remembered how those fangs and sharp
teeth felt on his skin.

Rubbing a hand over his scalp, Mace grunted and nodded. “I’ll
give it a try but if I don’t like it, I’m shaving it once more.”
He warned the other before snuggling back in, wondering how actually kissing the other would feel.

“Fair enough. I’m just curious anyhow.” Maul chuckled softly
while stroking slowly at the humans stomach, slow and testing as if
he was fingering out how to touch that wasn’t sexual in nature.
Both carefully threading this new path of an emotional relationship
compared to the sexual one they had been sharing.

Which was why they had a dinner date in Maul’s quarters with a
movie, no sexual touches allowed.

It had been nice, just speaking about their lives, the war, interests
and eating.

Learning
about each other for
real, not just learning how each others body reacted under stimuli of
a sensual nature.

“You
hear about Kenobi?” Maul suddenly asked and Mace tilted his head
back to look at the other once more, resting his head on the zabraks
chest to listen as
he raised curious eyebrows.
“Guessing you haven’t by
the look you’re giving me.
Apparently he’s up to dating one of the clones, I heard both
Skywalker and Jinn went to shovel talk the poor trooper.” He wrinkled his nose a bit, obviously
finding it a bit funny but more than that he felt for the
poor trooper in question.

Snorting,
Mace patted the others thigh. “Oh to be a fly on the wall when
Kenobi caught up to them both which he was bound to. He’s going to pepper their skin full for daring that.” He
said with warmth that surprised Maul clearly.

The
two stared at each other before they set
of both of them laughing, enjoying each others presence.

For bunbunlove, since Anakin was a slave he’s super touchy about the subject. Maybe it comes up there are buns being sold on a world where they’re on mission. Or they had been sold and can’t be found. And Obi-wan has to focus on the mission and Anakin gets very angry and sets off Obi-wan’s anxiety?

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Breathing calmly,
Obi-Wan resisted the urge to tap his foot on the ground as Anakin
paced not far from him, the pard’s tail flickering agitatedly but
more than that, his Force aura was curled around him as if the
lightest touch could get him to pounce and attack someone.

It had been a
stressful mission from the moment they had entered the mid-core,
following the trail of four abducted buns who had freeman papers,
children of senators in all actuality though they were sired outside
of wedlock.

But their parents
still loved them regardless of the status as illegitimate children
and had therefor contacted the Jedi to find them.

Oh, Obi-Wan and
Anakin had found them alright.

In slaver hands and
the now sixteen year old former slave did not handle it well, had not
handled it well to see the buns in chains and undressed and Obi-Wan
knew that his brother padawan was easily imagining Obi-Wan in their
place as the slavers hadn’t been shy about telling them they could
get a nifty price even for an ‘older’ bun like Obi-Wan that had
already been chased.

Usually Qui-Gon
would be there to calm the teenager down when things got like this but
Qui-Gon was on the other side of the planet dealing with transport
home while Obi-Wan and Anakin were waiting and guarding the buns at
the medical facility.

And it was causing
Obi-Wan’s blood pressure to rise like a tidal wave as Anakin’s
pheromones filled the air, his entire being screaming of a predators
attack which made it hard for Obi-Wan to calm down and finally he let
out a quiet whine and sunk into one of the chairs in the hall, his
ears and tail spasming erratically as his left foot started pounding
the floor to work out the anxieties that had built with Anakin’s
overpowering and frankly somewhat dangerous emotions with the
direction they had been taking.

Anakin’s head
snapped towards him, his lips pulling back in a snarl before he
blinked and hesitantly approached Obi-Wan, shaking his bristling fur
out before quickly approaching as tension and raw predator rage slunk
away for worry as Anakin knelt down and rubbed their cheeks together
with a little whimpering whine. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t
mean to make you… do you need me to sedate you? How high is your
blood pressure going?” He questioned quickly, his hand finding
Obi-Wan’s wrist to check his pulse.

“I’m okay now,”
Obi-Wan stuttered out. “I will be okay, now that you’re calm.”
He amended when he got an unimpressed glower from Anakin.

Chirping down in
his throat, Anakin knelt down in front of Obi-Wan and rubbed his
legs. “I’m sorry, just… slavers and the buns and I just… that
scum said he’d, that you…” Anakin was apocalyptic with emotions
before he pressed his face into Obi-Wan’s lap, rubbing his nose
into the scent as Obi-Wan petted his ears.

“He did but we
saved the teens,” He didn’t mention how many others were already
being carted around the galaxy by slavers, how many slaves were on
the outer rim because Anakin knew that better than he did. “And he
never touched me. I’m safe Anakin.” Obi-Wan promised as he
stroked the soft ears while wishing that his leo was there, that Qui
could hug them both and assure them.

Anakin let out a
tiny noise and clung to Obi-Wan’s legs, working to not raise the
others anxiety once more while Obi-Wan wondered if Anakin would ever
find a healthy way to deal with his past as a slave.

‘Maybe we should
have asked for a different assignment…’ He wondered as he
continued stroking the rounded ears with gentle hands to ensure the
blond remained calm.

Last thing anyone
needed was an upset ‘pard racking through the facility and scaring
everyone.

For bunbunlove, since Anakin was a slave he’s super touchy about the subject. Maybe it comes up there are buns being sold on a world where they’re on mission. Or they had been sold and can’t be found. And Obi-wan has to focus on the mission and Anakin gets very angry and sets off Obi-wan’s anxiety?

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Breathing calmly,
Obi-Wan resisted the urge to tap his foot on the ground as Anakin
paced not far from him, the pard’s tail flickering agitatedly but
more than that, his Force aura was curled around him as if the
lightest touch could get him to pounce and attack someone.

It had been a
stressful mission from the moment they had entered the mid-core,
following the trail of four abducted buns who had freeman papers,
children of senators in all actuality though they were sired outside
of wedlock.

But their parents
still loved them regardless of the status as illegitimate children
and had therefor contacted the Jedi to find them.

Oh, Obi-Wan and
Anakin had found them alright.

In slaver hands and
the now sixteen year old former slave did not handle it well, had not
handled it well to see the buns in chains and undressed and Obi-Wan
knew that his brother padawan was easily imagining Obi-Wan in their
place as the slavers hadn’t been shy about telling them they could
get a nifty price even for an ‘older’ bun like Obi-Wan that had
already been chased.

Usually Qui-Gon
would be there to calm the teenager down when things got like this but
Qui-Gon was on the other side of the planet dealing with transport
home while Obi-Wan and Anakin were waiting and guarding the buns at
the medical facility.

And it was causing
Obi-Wan’s blood pressure to rise like a tidal wave as Anakin’s
pheromones filled the air, his entire being screaming of a predators
attack which made it hard for Obi-Wan to calm down and finally he let
out a quiet whine and sunk into one of the chairs in the hall, his
ears and tail spasming erratically as his left foot started pounding
the floor to work out the anxieties that had built with Anakin’s
overpowering and frankly somewhat dangerous emotions with the
direction they had been taking.

Anakin’s head
snapped towards him, his lips pulling back in a snarl before he
blinked and hesitantly approached Obi-Wan, shaking his bristling fur
out before quickly approaching as tension and raw predator rage slunk
away for worry as Anakin knelt down and rubbed their cheeks together
with a little whimpering whine. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t
mean to make you… do you need me to sedate you? How high is your
blood pressure going?” He questioned quickly, his hand finding
Obi-Wan’s wrist to check his pulse.

“I’m okay now,”
Obi-Wan stuttered out. “I will be okay, now that you’re calm.”
He amended when he got an unimpressed glower from Anakin.

Chirping down in
his throat, Anakin knelt down in front of Obi-Wan and rubbed his
legs. “I’m sorry, just… slavers and the buns and I just… that
scum said he’d, that you…” Anakin was apocalyptic with emotions
before he pressed his face into Obi-Wan’s lap, rubbing his nose
into the scent as Obi-Wan petted his ears.

“He did but we
saved the teens,” He didn’t mention how many others were already
being carted around the galaxy by slavers, how many slaves were on
the outer rim because Anakin knew that better than he did. “And he
never touched me. I’m safe Anakin.” Obi-Wan promised as he
stroked the soft ears while wishing that his leo was there, that Qui
could hug them both and assure them.

Anakin let out a
tiny noise and clung to Obi-Wan’s legs, working to not raise the
others anxiety once more while Obi-Wan wondered if Anakin would ever
find a healthy way to deal with his past as a slave.

‘Maybe we should
have asked for a different assignment…’ He wondered as he
continued stroking the rounded ears with gentle hands to ensure the
blond remained calm.

Last thing anyone
needed was an upset ‘pard racking through the facility and scaring
everyone.

For Bigdickmystic, Obi-wan and Qui-Gon go undercover. Qui-Gon ends up working at a brothel and is rather popular? Maybe Obi-wan comes to visit as a client, since it gives him a good excuse to visit his boyfriend and still stay in character?

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Laying on a green
brocade divan with a book and a glass of wine, Qui-Gon looked up when
the door opened and let an amused smile cross his face as Obi-Wan
stepped in.

They greeted each
other with familiar, warm smiles despite their undercover roles.

They had been sent
out by the order to Mechala, a pleasure moon where there had been
reports about men and women disappearing with the only common
factions being that they all worked in brothels and were humans.

Well that and they
were successful in their jobs.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan
had drawn lots on which one of them took which role and Obi-Wan ended
up going around the moon and Qui-Gon had gone to the brothel.

Neither were sure
what job Qui-Gon would get because while Qui-Gon was a good looking
man, he was clearly also an older man and there could be preconceived
notions on what he was able to do.

It had taken less
than two days for Obi-Wan to hear about ‘Swan dive’ latest hire,
Qui-Gon taking the brothel with storm.

He had honestly
almost snorted drink out his nose one night at a gambling den when he
heard someone refer to Qui-Gon as the ‘big dick mystic’ and had
needed a few frantic moments to clear his mind less he break out in
hysterical laughter.

Apparently Qui-Gon
had developed a reputation as a considerate, vigorous and attentive
lover and oh Force did Obi-Wan know those, he got to personally
experience them time and time again with those large hands running
along his body.

But after a week
Obi-Wan started to miss his large lover and used some of the assigned
credit to get himself an appointment with the all too popular
‘mystic’ as Qui-Gon had been known as since his past was a
mystery to everyone.

He actually had to
use mind control to get this appointment despite promising good pay.

But finally he got
to see his lover. “Hello, I’m Melu.” Obi-Wan greeted,
approaching the man on the divan as Qui-Gon put aside the glass and
book as Obi-Wan took in with amusement how the other was wearing only
a black loin cloth with silver stitching.

It barely covered
him really and showed every glistening muscle as Qui-Gon had been
rubbed down with oil to show powerful thighs and stomach muscles.
Force, age and the Force had been kind to an active man like Qui-Gon
indeed.

“I’m Hissary,
welcome.” Qui-Gon winked at him while patting the divan.

Wasting no time,
Obi-Wan chucked his coat and shirt before practically jumping to the
couch and sitting down on the divan, wrapping the other man in a
tight hug and receiving a slow back stroke in return as warm familiar
skin met skin.

“I missed you.”
Obi-Wan whispered, grateful that as long as they spoke low, it could
not be heard outside of the room.

Qui-Gon hummed in
return and pressed a gentle kiss along Obi-Wan’s shoulder and neck
in gentle greeting. “And I missed you,” He returned with his deep
voice turned into his softest whisper while tracing fingertips along
sides and spine. “You look rugged my dear space pirate.” He
winked.

Laughing quietly,
Obi-Wan slung his leg over Qui-Gon’s thighs to straddle him with a
wide grin on his face as he eagerly ran his fingers over the oiled
muscles to feel wry hair and Qui-Gon arched just as eagerly into it,
flexing muscles everywhere.

Pulling Obi-Wan in
closer with his hands on the redhead’s hips, Qui-Gon winked. “I
find we could debrief later, for I have missed you too much to waste
time.” And with that lips sealed over lips and Obi-Wan was more
than happy to wait with summarizing what had been figured out.

Especially when
Qui-Gon started to undo the button and fly of his tight leather
spacer pants.

Oh yes, that was
the ticket.

For Bigdickmystic, Obi-wan and Qui-Gon go undercover. Qui-Gon ends up working at a brothel and is rather popular? Maybe Obi-wan comes to visit as a client, since it gives him a good excuse to visit his boyfriend and still stay in character?

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Laying on a green
brocade divan with a book and a glass of wine, Qui-Gon looked up when
the door opened and let an amused smile cross his face as Obi-Wan
stepped in.

They greeted each
other with familiar, warm smiles despite their undercover roles.

They had been sent
out by the order to Mechala, a pleasure moon where there had been
reports about men and women disappearing with the only common
factions being that they all worked in brothels and were humans.

Well that and they
were successful in their jobs.

Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan
had drawn lots on which one of them took which role and Obi-Wan ended
up going around the moon and Qui-Gon had gone to the brothel.

Neither were sure
what job Qui-Gon would get because while Qui-Gon was a good looking
man, he was clearly also an older man and there could be preconceived
notions on what he was able to do.

It had taken less
than two days for Obi-Wan to hear about ‘Swan dive’ latest hire,
Qui-Gon taking the brothel with storm.

He had honestly
almost snorted drink out his nose one night at a gambling den when he
heard someone refer to Qui-Gon as the ‘big dick mystic’ and had
needed a few frantic moments to clear his mind less he break out in
hysterical laughter.

Apparently Qui-Gon
had developed a reputation as a considerate, vigorous and attentive
lover and oh Force did Obi-Wan know those, he got to personally
experience them time and time again with those large hands running
along his body.

But after a week
Obi-Wan started to miss his large lover and used some of the assigned
credit to get himself an appointment with the all too popular
‘mystic’ as Qui-Gon had been known as since his past was a
mystery to everyone.

He actually had to
use mind control to get this appointment despite promising good pay.

But finally he got
to see his lover. “Hello, I’m Melu.” Obi-Wan greeted,
approaching the man on the divan as Qui-Gon put aside the glass and
book as Obi-Wan took in with amusement how the other was wearing only
a black loin cloth with silver stitching.

It barely covered
him really and showed every glistening muscle as Qui-Gon had been
rubbed down with oil to show powerful thighs and stomach muscles.
Force, age and the Force had been kind to an active man like Qui-Gon
indeed.

“I’m Hissary,
welcome.” Qui-Gon winked at him while patting the divan.

Wasting no time,
Obi-Wan chucked his coat and shirt before practically jumping to the
couch and sitting down on the divan, wrapping the other man in a
tight hug and receiving a slow back stroke in return as warm familiar
skin met skin.

“I missed you.”
Obi-Wan whispered, grateful that as long as they spoke low, it could
not be heard outside of the room.

Qui-Gon hummed in
return and pressed a gentle kiss along Obi-Wan’s shoulder and neck
in gentle greeting. “And I missed you,” He returned with his deep
voice turned into his softest whisper while tracing fingertips along
sides and spine. “You look rugged my dear space pirate.” He
winked.

Laughing quietly,
Obi-Wan slung his leg over Qui-Gon’s thighs to straddle him with a
wide grin on his face as he eagerly ran his fingers over the oiled
muscles to feel wry hair and Qui-Gon arched just as eagerly into it,
flexing muscles everywhere.

Pulling Obi-Wan in
closer with his hands on the redhead’s hips, Qui-Gon winked. “I
find we could debrief later, for I have missed you too much to waste
time.” And with that lips sealed over lips and Obi-Wan was more
than happy to wait with summarizing what had been figured out.

Especially when
Qui-Gon started to undo the button and fly of his tight leather
spacer pants.

Oh yes, that was
the ticket.

For safetydelayed. Can qui-gon instantly agree to take Obi-wan? Because he knows Obi-wan doesn’t need to see a record that anyone fought taking him? And because even with all the pain and scars (mental and emotional and all) that he can see strength in Obi-wan which hasn’t been snuffed out and he wants to nurture that?

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There’s no fight.

The council
presents their case to Qui-Gon but he doesn’t hear beyond ‘we
want you to take padawan Kenobi under your guidance.’ of their well
intended and well formulated argument why Qui-Gon should take the
boy.

Because Qui-Gon
isn’t going to fight.

Not because he
feels ready for a padawan or necessarily wants one of course but
because Obi-Wan does not deserve to look back and find that he had to
be fought to be taken on as a padawan by someone else.

No, what Obi-Wan
deserves, what he needs is to be taken in with care and
shielded from the rest of the world for a while as he recovers from
all the damage the former Jedi Knight has done to the padawan.

‘Force, I barely
even scratched the surface have I.’ Qui-Gon thought heavily to
himself while blankly staring slightly above Yoda’s head as Mace
continued speaking, most likely all the reasons Qui-Gon should take
Obi-Wan on.

Good reasons
likely.

If Qui-Gon was
paying attention and wasn’t thinking that is.

But that was just
it, Qui-Gon was thinking.

Thinking of all the
things he would need, things he would have to change, how long he
would have to remain in the temple for Obi-Wan’s health, both the
physical and mental one.

Oh Qui-Gon was sure
that Obi-Wan would have a well of health problems but it was the ones
they couldn’t see that worried him the most.

The ones below the
surface and buried in the boys mind.

‘And maybe,’ A
cynical edge of his mind whispered. ‘Maybe Shkma’s abuse did not
remain just at an emotional, physical and verbal, maybe it extended
even further?’ Qui-Gon could feel his stomach drop at the thought,
cold ice along his spine as he wondered if the abuse went as far as
sexual.

Nausea rolled in at
the consideration and he mentally reviewed his interaction with
Obi-Wan in as close of a detail as he could.

Nothing really
screamed of that kind of abuse but who knew, his hands had always
remained high, the touches brief and Obi-Wan had done his best to
hide the evidence of his suffered abuse because that’s what he had
been taught.

He had been taught
fear, subterfuge and secrecy.

Oh there would be
so much to do for Obi-Wan, so many things to gently ease him into.

“…Qui-Gon?”

“Hmm?” He
looked up, finding the entire Council staring uncertainly at him.
“Oh, apologies, when can I pick up Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon asked.

They blinked in
return before exchanging looks before Jocasta finally shook herself.
“Now if you wish though I imagine you’d need a few hours or a day
to get your quarters ready or even move since I’m not sure you have
a suitable apartment. The healers are keeping him as they don’t
want him to go back to his old quarters but the physiological effects
of getting a safe space would be beneficial to him they say.” She
trailed off.

Qui-Gon hummed,
nodding as he rubbed his chin. “I do have a single quarters, you’re
right in that. So tomorrow then, I’ll pick him up tomorrow.” He
mused out loud.

There was some
silence before Plo let out a relieved breath. “I thought we’d
have to argue with you honestly Qui-Gon.” He smiled at him, “I’m
glad we were wrong.”

Glancing at the
other master, Qui-Gon shrugged. “Young Obi-Wan doesn’t need that,
he will eventually wonder about this meeting and he doesn’t need to
find that resistance and a fight on him. What he needs is someone
happy to take him. I will.”

How far apart
weren’t Obi-Wan and Xanatos really and for a moment Qui-Gon tried
to imagine the dark haired raven in Obi-Wan’s shoes.

It almost made him
shudder for he could feel the darkness of this imaginary Xanatos.
That Obi-Wan had remained light was a miracle.

Now he needed help
and Qui-Gon would do his best. ‘Like taking in an abused cub, I
hope I’m enough for him.’ He bowed to the council. “I will need
to go speak to the quartermasters, excuse me masters.” He murmured,
dismissing himself and heading out.

He had a padawan to
prepare for.

For safetydelayed. Can qui-gon instantly agree to take Obi-wan? Because he knows Obi-wan doesn’t need to see a record that anyone fought taking him? And because even with all the pain and scars (mental and emotional and all) that he can see strength in Obi-wan which hasn’t been snuffed out and he wants to nurture that?

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There’s no fight.

The council
presents their case to Qui-Gon but he doesn’t hear beyond ‘we
want you to take padawan Kenobi under your guidance.’ of their well
intended and well formulated argument why Qui-Gon should take the
boy.

Because Qui-Gon
isn’t going to fight.

Not because he
feels ready for a padawan or necessarily wants one of course but
because Obi-Wan does not deserve to look back and find that he had to
be fought to be taken on as a padawan by someone else.

No, what Obi-Wan
deserves, what he needs is to be taken in with care and
shielded from the rest of the world for a while as he recovers from
all the damage the former Jedi Knight has done to the padawan.

‘Force, I barely
even scratched the surface have I.’ Qui-Gon thought heavily to
himself while blankly staring slightly above Yoda’s head as Mace
continued speaking, most likely all the reasons Qui-Gon should take
Obi-Wan on.

Good reasons
likely.

If Qui-Gon was
paying attention and wasn’t thinking that is.

But that was just
it, Qui-Gon was thinking.

Thinking of all the
things he would need, things he would have to change, how long he
would have to remain in the temple for Obi-Wan’s health, both the
physical and mental one.

Oh Qui-Gon was sure
that Obi-Wan would have a well of health problems but it was the ones
they couldn’t see that worried him the most.

The ones below the
surface and buried in the boys mind.

‘And maybe,’ A
cynical edge of his mind whispered. ‘Maybe Shkma’s abuse did not
remain just at an emotional, physical and verbal, maybe it extended
even further?’ Qui-Gon could feel his stomach drop at the thought,
cold ice along his spine as he wondered if the abuse went as far as
sexual.

Nausea rolled in at
the consideration and he mentally reviewed his interaction with
Obi-Wan in as close of a detail as he could.

Nothing really
screamed of that kind of abuse but who knew, his hands had always
remained high, the touches brief and Obi-Wan had done his best to
hide the evidence of his suffered abuse because that’s what he had
been taught.

He had been taught
fear, subterfuge and secrecy.

Oh there would be
so much to do for Obi-Wan, so many things to gently ease him into.

“…Qui-Gon?”

“Hmm?” He
looked up, finding the entire Council staring uncertainly at him.
“Oh, apologies, when can I pick up Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon asked.

They blinked in
return before exchanging looks before Jocasta finally shook herself.
“Now if you wish though I imagine you’d need a few hours or a day
to get your quarters ready or even move since I’m not sure you have
a suitable apartment. The healers are keeping him as they don’t
want him to go back to his old quarters but the physiological effects
of getting a safe space would be beneficial to him they say.” She
trailed off.

Qui-Gon hummed,
nodding as he rubbed his chin. “I do have a single quarters, you’re
right in that. So tomorrow then, I’ll pick him up tomorrow.” He
mused out loud.

There was some
silence before Plo let out a relieved breath. “I thought we’d
have to argue with you honestly Qui-Gon.” He smiled at him, “I’m
glad we were wrong.”

Glancing at the
other master, Qui-Gon shrugged. “Young Obi-Wan doesn’t need that,
he will eventually wonder about this meeting and he doesn’t need to
find that resistance and a fight on him. What he needs is someone
happy to take him. I will.”

How far apart
weren’t Obi-Wan and Xanatos really and for a moment Qui-Gon tried
to imagine the dark haired raven in Obi-Wan’s shoes.

It almost made him
shudder for he could feel the darkness of this imaginary Xanatos.
That Obi-Wan had remained light was a miracle.

Now he needed help
and Qui-Gon would do his best. ‘Like taking in an abused cub, I
hope I’m enough for him.’ He bowed to the council. “I will need
to go speak to the quartermasters, excuse me masters.” He murmured,
dismissing himself and heading out.

He had a padawan to
prepare for.

For bunbunlove, how about the first time Obi-Wan realizes he’s in love with Qui-Gon? Especially if it’s at a super inappropriate time to figure it out?

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Qui-Gon Jinn was a
sweaty, panting mess of a man with his hair in utter disarray and
sweat beading at his temple and the top of his lip as he took refuge
behind an overturned skycar. His tail was lashing behind him and his
eyes were narrowed and wild looking from battle, rounded ears
twitching like crazy.

And it was in that
very moment, blasters flying over their heads that Obi-Wan Kenobi got
the worst hard-on in his life, cotton tail twitching like crazy behind
him as he tried not to yelp in horror even as he blocked a fresh
volley of blaster fire.

Thank the Force for
the overwhelming smell of oil and gasoline on his skin and clothes
covering up his pheromones and sweat because he had no idea how to
explain to his master that he was experiencing a hard-on in the middle
of a battle without letting on that he was sexually attracted to his
master.

Of course Obi-Wan
had quietly nursed a small crush on his master since he was sixteen,
it wasn’t unusual actually for padawans who found their master’s
species attractive to harbor such harmless crushes but it usually
never went further than that.

A few noted
exception when the age gap wasn’t too far or when bonds occurred on
a deeper level that the Council reluctantly looked away for since
they couldn’t outright forbid relations as long as said couple
proved that they wouldn’t let the attachment control them.

But Obi-Wan never
meant for his emotions to deepen!

And clearly if he
had come to this point where he was not just harboring a silly crush
on his master but outright found him sexually appealing too which
meant that his emotions had gone and developed when he wasn’t
looking.

Okay so sure
enough, Obi-Wan enjoyed having tea with Qui-Gon and he may be a
little, just a tiny bit miffed when his time with his master
was intruded upon by others since tea time with Qui-Gon was reserved
privacy time for them to talk about anything really.

And just maybe
Obi-Wan like it when Qui-Gon smiled and would make the leo’s
favorites more often then not when he could cook for the two.

Maybe…

Oh…

Well…

Hmm, this was not
painting as a harmless crush as much as Obi-Wan was trying to
convince himself was it?

Oh
dear Obi-Wan was going to need a very long talk with himself and a
cold shower… a long cold shower.

And
maybe some icecubes just to be sure.

“Obi-Wan?”
The bun looked up in surprise, big feet tapping the floor as he
stared at his master. Qui-Gon’s brow was raised high and he was
looking at Obi-Wan’s feet with a measure of concern and surprise as
the Corellian judicial was leading away the cursing smugglers.

Forcing
himself to stop, Obi-Wan put on a meek smile. “Sorry, adrenaline
and the gasoline on me kind of hurts master.” He offered sheepishly
with his ears flickering a bit.

In
response to that, Qui-Gon’s ears twitched in return before he nodded. “I
see, we best get this over soon then so we can both get our rears
into a good shower.” He chuckled tiredly, reaching out to rest his
hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and thereby bringing Obi-Wan closer to
his side.

The
scent of musk, sweaty leo and Qui-Gon’s soaps filled Obi-Wan’s
systems under the smell of gasoline and he bit his lip to stifle the
groan that wanted to escape him. ‘Kark my life.’ He thought
shakily as Qui-Gon’s hand burned him like a brand through all his
layers of tunic and robe.

For bunbunlove, how about the first time Obi-Wan realizes he’s in love with Qui-Gon? Especially if it’s at a super inappropriate time to figure it out?

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Qui-Gon Jinn was a
sweaty, panting mess of a man with his hair in utter disarray and
sweat beading at his temple and the top of his lip as he took refuge
behind an overturned skycar. His tail was lashing behind him and his
eyes were narrowed and wild looking from battle, rounded ears
twitching like crazy.

And it was in that
very moment, blasters flying over their heads that Obi-Wan Kenobi got
the worst hard-on in his life, cotton tail twitching like crazy behind
him as he tried not to yelp in horror even as he blocked a fresh
volley of blaster fire.

Thank the Force for
the overwhelming smell of oil and gasoline on his skin and clothes
covering up his pheromones and sweat because he had no idea how to
explain to his master that he was experiencing a hard-on in the middle
of a battle without letting on that he was sexually attracted to his
master.

Of course Obi-Wan
had quietly nursed a small crush on his master since he was sixteen,
it wasn’t unusual actually for padawans who found their master’s
species attractive to harbor such harmless crushes but it usually
never went further than that.

A few noted
exception when the age gap wasn’t too far or when bonds occurred on
a deeper level that the Council reluctantly looked away for since
they couldn’t outright forbid relations as long as said couple
proved that they wouldn’t let the attachment control them.

But Obi-Wan never
meant for his emotions to deepen!

And clearly if he
had come to this point where he was not just harboring a silly crush
on his master but outright found him sexually appealing too which
meant that his emotions had gone and developed when he wasn’t
looking.

Okay so sure
enough, Obi-Wan enjoyed having tea with Qui-Gon and he may be a
little, just a tiny bit miffed when his time with his master
was intruded upon by others since tea time with Qui-Gon was reserved
privacy time for them to talk about anything really.

And just maybe
Obi-Wan like it when Qui-Gon smiled and would make the leo’s
favorites more often then not when he could cook for the two.

Maybe…

Oh…

Well…

Hmm, this was not
painting as a harmless crush as much as Obi-Wan was trying to
convince himself was it?

Oh
dear Obi-Wan was going to need a very long talk with himself and a
cold shower… a long cold shower.

And
maybe some icecubes just to be sure.

“Obi-Wan?”
The bun looked up in surprise, big feet tapping the floor as he
stared at his master. Qui-Gon’s brow was raised high and he was
looking at Obi-Wan’s feet with a measure of concern and surprise as
the Corellian judicial was leading away the cursing smugglers.

Forcing
himself to stop, Obi-Wan put on a meek smile. “Sorry, adrenaline
and the gasoline on me kind of hurts master.” He offered sheepishly
with his ears flickering a bit.

In
response to that, Qui-Gon’s ears twitched in return before he nodded. “I
see, we best get this over soon then so we can both get our rears
into a good shower.” He chuckled tiredly, reaching out to rest his
hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and thereby bringing Obi-Wan closer to
his side.

The
scent of musk, sweaty leo and Qui-Gon’s soaps filled Obi-Wan’s
systems under the smell of gasoline and he bit his lip to stifle the
groan that wanted to escape him. ‘Kark my life.’ He thought
shakily as Qui-Gon’s hand burned him like a brand through all his
layers of tunic and robe.

Bunbunlove. Can we see a leo and bun grooming session? Like maybe Obi-Wan has gotten a little older and now he’s embaressed about it? But he always liked it a lot before?

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“No!” Obi-Wan
squeaked as he was picked up, flailing a bit and squeaking loudly as
he was picked up. “I don’t need a grooming session, I’m fine, I
promise master.” The bun squeaked out, his voice cracking with the
signs of puberty as Qui-Gon kept a firm hold underneath his padawan’s
armpits to carry him towards the couch.

“Yes you’re
totally fine.” Qui-Gon drawled. “That’s why you’re shields
are pulled so taunt they feel like a string and your feet keep
tapping when you’re standing still for more then two seconds.” He
said dryly, settling down on the couch with the fifteen year old in
his lap, his own tail twitching in amusement that he was keeping
carefully hidden from the boy.

“I-I…”
Obi-Wan hummed a bit, stuttering a bit before shuffling and grunting
a bit. “Its just…”

“Yes?” Qui-Gon
rumbled deeply, the sound practically a vibration in Obi-Wan’s long
ears as his master started working on his ears, long arms still
wrapped around his padawan to keep him still and not squirm away from
the grooming.

“…Senior
padawan’s don’t need grooming from their master’s and I’m
almost a senior padawan now.” Obi-Wan finally muttered, reluctantly
relaxing back against the leo as the grooming continued in a familiar
way.

It never went wrong
to sooth him after aggravating missions or long study sessions when
Qui-Gon would tug him close to reaffirm their bond with a nice
grooming session but he was getting too old for this!

Really, senior
padawans didn’t need grooming from their master.

There was a deep
rumble, Qui-Gon shifting a bit to pull his legs up beneath himself,
sitting practically in lotus position on their couch with Obi-Wan in
the fold of his legs so Obi-Wan’s fluffy cotton tail pushed into
the others stomach. “Whatever stupid idiot told you that?” The
leo grunted, rubbing his cheek against the top of Obi-Wan’s head
between his ears.

Tilting his head
backwards enough to look at his master upside down, Obi-Wan gnawed on
his bottom lip as he watched his master. “I… no one really but
all the senior padawans complain about it in the study hall when
there’s no masters around…” He whispered, feeling like a
tattletale.

Qui-Gon’s eyes
softened however. “Obi-Wan… do you enjoy getting groomed?”
He questioned quietly, watching him.

Flushing, Obi-Wan
tilted his head to look down at his lap, tapping his fingers together
while wiggling his feet a bit. “Um… well…”

There was a little
nose bump against the back of his head, Qui-Gon nuzzling lightly at
the back of his head. “Because if you’re uncomfortable with it
Obi-Wan, I’ll stop. If you really don’t want me to groom you
anymore because you just don’t like it or it makes you
uncomfortable then all you need to do is tell me.” Qui-Gon rumbled.

The two sat there
quietly, the noise from Coruscant and some chatting Jedi passing by
their door filling the silence.

Qui-Gon’s tail
dropped into Obi-Wan’s lap and the redhead quickly grabbed it,
petting the tip slowly as the bun took a deep breath. “I do like
getting groomed. Cause that means you’re close and we’re safe
and… and we got time together.” He whispered. “But I’m
getting too old for it.” Obi-Wan glanced up again. “Aren’t I?”
He stared at him, eyes wide.

“Mace grooms me.
So does my old master the few times he’s in the temple and can
spare some time for me.” Qui-Gon rumbled. “Am I too old for it?”
He raised his bushy brows.

Staring at Qui-Gon
with wide eyes for a few moments, Obi-Wan let his head tilt forward a
bit before snuggling up in Qui-Gon’s lap, letting the other resume
grooming quietly. “…Are you gonna groom me when I’m a knight
too?” Obi-Wan asked with a small, hopeful voice.

“If you want me
to. You’ll always be my bun padawan Obi-Wan, even after you’ve
become a knight and master yourself and I’ll always treasure our
time together.” Qui-Gon rumbled deeply, licking down his left ear
in a steady grooming session.

Relaxing even more,
Obi-Wan smiled to himself, scratching his fingers gently through the
fur of the tail.

He spoke again
after a few moments of silence. “Thank you master.” Obi-Wan
murmured, a gentle squeeze around his midsection his only answer.