Sith!Qui-Gon

More of the Sith!Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan verse please? The one with the tracking chip. Preferably something inbetween Obi-Wan giving into Serenus and getting rescued by Feemor and Xanatos. Also NSFW if you’re down. LOVE your work!

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He focused on the tea, stirring it
slowly to make sure the flavor was spread properly through the water
and smelling the steam, pretending the other man was not in the room
with him.

Obi-Wan was good at pretending and
ignoring people.

Of course, some people refused to be
ignored and Qui-Gon knelt down on a second pillow beside him at the
small table the other had been using. “So this is where you’ve
hidden yourself away my Obi-Wan.” He murmured as the redhead took a
small sip of his tea.

“I like the library.” He offered
shortly in return.

“Hmm, you didn’t as a padawan, I
believe you may have spent as much time outside the Archives as you
could.” A heavy hand started to stroke Obi-Wan’s neck, the fingers
playing with the copper strands brushing along it. “Your hairs
growing longer. It suits you.”

The Jedi shivered slightly at the touch
of blunt fingers touching so lightly despite the hand resting heavy
on the nape. “I should cut it then.” He said spitefully, wincing
when the other laughed quietly and shifted closer to him.

“I was wondering if my spitfire was
still there.” Qui-Gon teased as Obi-Wan put his empty cup down.

“I am not yours.” Obi-Wan gritted
his teeth.

“Of course you are. And you know it.”
Qui-Gon said pleasantly before cupping the others chin and pressing a
deep kiss to the younger mans lips.

Obi-Wan respond, those first few
seconds he just wanted to sink into those dry, warm lips before
remembering and pushing back, glaring at the yellow eyed man who was
watching him in amusement.

When he moved to get closer again,
Obi-Wan shot to his feet and backed away. “Stop it.” He hissed
and backed away further when the sith stood slowly, following him.
Obi-Wan was desperately wishing he could reach for the Force, it
would make his escape easier at least.

“I don’t want to stop. And I don’t
think you really want me to either.” Qui-Gon murmured while backing
the other against the wall. “Whatever you’re holding onto Obi-Wan,
it doesn’t count here, the Order doesn’t exist in this home.”

“I will always be a Jedi and you are
Fallen.” Obi-Wan hissed, glaring up into yellow eyes as a hand
rested on each side of his head, pinning him between a rock and a
hard place. “I know my place in this Galaxy even if you’ve
forgotten yours!”

“Oh Obi-Wan.” Yellow eyes flickered
with greed and possession. “I know my place. And I know yours, its
right here between me and this wall. Your place will always be right
here beside me even when you scream denial at the top of your lungs,
you can lie to everyone if you wish, even yourself but I know the
truth.”

There was a tug of something inside of
the copper haired man and he gasped in shock, wide eyes turned up as
the other smirked smugly. “And you can’t scream those denials
forever. That bond will be finished one day or another and I can be
patient on waiting for you.”

Any denial, rebuffs or demands were cut
of as once again Qui-Gon slipped his lips over Obi-Wan’s, large
callused hands catching the slightly smaller ones in them to pin to
the wall above their heads, a strong, unyielding thigh slipped
between Obi-Wan’s even as he struggled those first precious few
moments before he slowly calmed down, a tiny noise escaping from the
back of his throat.

Qui-Gon hummed in pleasure as he
pressed closer, fully trapping the younger man to the wall while
slowly moving his thigh, pressing it against Obi-Wan’s groin with
care.

The redhead gasped and jerked his lips
away, turning his head. “I…ah…”

“Its alright. Just relax Obi-Wan.”
Qui-Gon nibbled along the expanse of the others neck, squeezing his
hands carefully. Obi-Wan moaned quietly as a sensitive spot was found
and instantly latched onto and teased.

Obi-Wan clenched his hands. This was
wrong, it was wrong and he had to push Qui-Gon away before the other
somehow convinced him that everything was right.

But when those warm hands let go of his
to carefully slip under his tunic, he buried them in the others silky
hair, shuddering as he needfully rubbed against the older man.

His orgasm only moments later tasted
both like victory and defeat under those those glowing yellow eyes.

Continuation of the one with sith!quigon going after obiwan after escaping the hospital room?(after saving him from the battlefield) I love your writing so much!! And am loving sith!quigon.

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The robe he managed
to snatch of a clothe line will only help so much, Qui-Gon is bound
to be tracking him by now and he knows that the man is nothing if not
persistent.

That hasn’t changed
even if Qui-Gon himself has changed into this…this sith.

Obi-Wan drags his
shields around him, trying to hide as best he can, pulling the robe’s
hood over his head as he makes his way through the streets. If he can
just get to the spaceport, he could manage to convince someone to
take him on board and get him of this planet, away from Qui-Gon.

He could tell that
there’s not a Republic presence on it but if he could just get of the
planet he could perhaps piggyback himself on other ships until he is
and then he could send of a message to the council.

Of course, his
escape plan would have worked out a lot better hadn’t it been for the
fact that Qui-Gon is waiting for him right there at the spaceport,
not even hiding as he leans against the wall of the building, eyes
half closed.

Obi-Wan stared. The
other man must know he was close but he wasn’t moving at all and
Obi-Wan didn’t dare move from his vantage point on the roof.

‘He looks so calm
and…smug. Why…what is he planning?’ He frowned, shifting slowly
to lean forward.

The soft hum of a
lightsaber settled over his shoulder and Obi-Wan stiffened, slowly
tilting his head to look into Ventress smug face. “Kenobi.” She
purred.

“…Ventress.
That’s why he didn’t move.”

“Jinn knows to
lay a trap and a distraction.” She purred, the lightsaber getting a
bit to close to his cheek. “And here you are after all.”

“Asajj.” There
was a quiet warning and both looked over to Qui-Gon, the man ever so
casually making his way over to them. Obi-Wan stared back mutely,
gritting his teeth at Qui-Gon’s smug face.

“Obi-Wan, you
move quickly.” The man knelt down and reached for him, cupping the
redhead’s cheek. “But not quickly enough dear padawan.” Obi-Wan
didn’t even try to escape the touch, it wouldn’t gain him anything at
the moment.

De-aged obi-wan gets sick and sith qui-gon shifts into his full mother hen mode

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“Mastah ’m fine.”
The child coughed, effectively making his sentence moot. The stuffed
nose alone made it moot as it was and Qui-Gon snorted quietly, giving
his little one a small glare, eyes glowing yellow.

“You have space
flu little one. That is not being fine.” He carefully slid the
cooled cloth over the child’s flushed face. “I knew I should have
checked on your inoculations before taking you to space.” But they
had been in a hurry and Qui-Gon had not actually expected having to
leave so soon.

If it hadn’t been
for the Jedi having discovered where he kept Obi-Wan…

No matter, he would
handle it.

“Your fever is
high little one. You can barely keep down even the broth I’ve been
feeding you and you are broadcasting.” He rested the back of his
hand against a flushed cheek and growled quietly. “And your fever
is not going down.”

“Sorry…”
Obi-Wan winced, trying to pull up his shields.

“Oh little imp, I
didn’t mean it like that. I don’t like seeing you sick.” He stroked
the soft copper hair. “I care about you and this is my fault for
not making sure you had your shots.”  

His apprentice
hesitated then shuffled until he could put his head in Qui-Gon’s lap,
hiccuping a bit. “Feel horrible mastah.”

“I know little
one, let it all out.” Qui-Gon continued slowly sliding his fingers
through the others hair. “Its alright.”

Obi-Wan hiccuped
again. His head hurt, his body ached, he couldn’t breath through his
nose and every time Qui-Gon tried to make him eat his stomach pulled
into knots and he was much to warm! He started to cry into the others
lap, a broad hand rubbing his back slowly in uneven circles, his
master’s Force presence soothingly against his own frazzled senses.

“I’m going to
draw you a bath once you feel ready, the droid will clean up the bed
and then you’re going right back to bed in clean pjs. Alright?”
Qui-Gon murmured as he let the little imp sob, his discomfort
broadcasted for all to feel.

“U-Uhu.”

Kind of in love with your deaged Obi-Wan and Sith Qui-Gon :D Any chance Anakin will stumble across and just be like, «Holy kriff. What???»

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Anakin growled and
used the Force to pull a desk from the wall and slam it into the
remaining droids pinning them down, glaring menacingly at the broken
mechs before getting up and nodding to Quinlan.

“Okay, from what
they managed to find out, Obi-Wan is suppose to be here by what
little they managed to get from the databanks. He’s never far from
Scarvos side honestly and Scarvos is reported to have a high level of
possession in the matter of who gets to be around him.” It had
taken months to track down any information about his former master at
all.

Senator Palpatine
had finally managed to scrounge up some from a agent of his and had
sent it Anakin’s way, cautioning the knight to be careful.

Vos grumbled and
looked around. “I can’t feel him here now though…or Scarvos for
that matter. Only traces and remains of them and someone I think is
that Zebrak sith.”

Anakin cursed.
“Okay, then we look for clues to where they might have taken him?”

Quinlan sighed but
nodded. “Lets find where they kept Obi-Wan and see if we can pull
any recordings from this place, there’s cameras most places here.”
He gestured to one in the hall, small but obvious yet to their eyes.

Anakin glowered at
it before following the Force to where Obi-Wan’s presence felt the
strongest, the door swishing open after a bit he hacked the door
open. Then he froze, staring into the room.

It was large, in
light blue and white with a window that was still open and the closet
door left ajar in the haste to leave. There was a bed, a desk with a
computer, chair, a coms terminal and a small table with sitting
pillows around and a empty teacup.

But what struck him
the most was the amount of toys in the room and the small sized
clothes he could spot both on the floor and in the closet.

“Vos…this looks
like a child’s room.” He growled quietly. “And not a prisoner
room either.” The Kiffar master looked around then nodded, moving
into the room and towards the bed, hesitantly reaching for one of the
stuffed toys, a nexus.

Anakin moved to the
data terminal, knowing he could hack the cameras from it.

“…Skywalker,
can you get the security images from this room, go back a few days?”
The other knight sounded odd and Anakin glanced over his shoulder at
the other man, giving a small frown at the look on his face.
“I…yes? Want me to get that first?” He noted the shock leaking
into the Force.

“Please.”
Quinlan said hoarsely, moving beside the other with the stuffed toy
in hand.

Anakin shot him a
baffled look, wondering what the other had seen with his skills
before working his way through the codes until he had the footage of
the room. And promptly he understood what had the other so shocked.

There, on the bed,
sat a redheaded child, slowly levitating a ball and moving it around.
He had to be around seven or so, dressed up in a nice blue tunic,
black leggins and soft looking boots, a small stubby padawan braid
stuck out behind his right ear though his hair wasn’t cut quite as
short as the traditional cut, instead layered in soft waves.

“…There’s not a
chance that Obi-Wan has some long lost relative, is there?” Anakin
asked weakly as the child continued floating the ball and then
raising a second one, his face frowning in concentration.

“No…what did
Qui-Gon DO to him?” Quinlan whispered.

There was a shuffle
and the balls dropped suddenly as the door opened, Qui-Gon himself
striding into the room. The child, Obi-Wan, jumped to his feet and
ran to him, quickly being picked up by the sith who chuckled warmly.
“I see you missed me.”

“Course I did
master, Ventress and Maul are fun but you’re better.” The child
beamed.

A slightly smug
look crossed the sith’s face before he squeezed Obi-Wan carefully to
him. “I do hope you behaved for them, you know how Dooku hates it
when Ventress complains to him.”

“…I may have swiched her lotions out with dye?”

“Indeed, what
kind of dye little one?” Qui-Gon looked more amused then angry.

“…A long
lasting one…in yellow?”

“…Lets go see
Ventress!” Qui-Gon rumbled, laughing as he left the child’s room
with Obi-Wan still on his hip.

“What.the.kriff?”
Anakin hissed, eyes wide.

“We-we need to
report to the council…and pull all the data we can from these
banks.” Quinlan managed to get out.

The continuation to de-aged Obi-Wan and sith Qui-Gon, this time with Maul making Qui-Gon jealous? :D

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“Maul!”

The Dathomirian Zabrak stopped, his pack slung over one shoulder as he turned towards the exited sounding voice with a half smirk on his face if only because of the glowering presence one Qui-Gon Jinn when the mans seven year old apprentice ran right into the other sith’s legs, hugging them tightly while looking adoringly up at him.

“Hello Obi-Wan.” He reached down, ruffling soft red hair, marveling at the texture of it against his own skin.

“Dooku said you were back! He said you completed your mission with satisfaction!” The child beamed at him and Maul preened a bit at that, knowing that was as close as the Count came to saying perfect when it came to any other sith then his own precious apprentice or grand-apprentice.

“Indeed I did little one.” He chuckled quietly, enjoying the way Jinn tensed at his own endearment for Obi-Wan leaving Maul’s lips. It was quite obvious that the other man was envious of the way his apprentice was behaving.

And who was Maul to resist a bit of baiting. “I even had time to pick up a gift for you.” He teased the deaged Jedi. “If your master will allow it that is.”

Obi-Wan gasped and turned to Qui-Gon, green eyes wide in hope, the tall man schooling his face into a pleasantly bland look instead of the scowl he had been sporting. “Please?”

It was the same look the child shot him at the dinner table when he was requesting extra dessert, and Maul had quickly learned that if nothing else, Jinn was weak to this look and would not deny his apprentice anything.

“If its not harmful then of course Obi-Wan, gifts are…nice.”

The child beamed then turned back to Maul as the Zebrak reached into his bag, digging a bit around. He smirked as he held out the soft toy for the seven year old, the nexus made from proper fur with well done stitches.

Obi-Wan took it with a low awed noise. “I-I’m kinda to old for stuffed toys…”

“No you’re not. Stuffed toys are great.” Maul drawled. “I was in a hurry or I would have gotten you a larger one.” And with that he meant he had been busy feeling the Jedi behind him with his intel or he would have stolen a bigger one but details.

Obi-Wan squeezed the toy to his chest and beamed up at him. “Thank you!”

“Mmmn, you’re welcome.” Maul smirked at Jinn who’s jaw muscle was jerking as he gritted his teeth.

Can we see more of de-aged obi-Wan and Sith!Qui-Gon please? ( btw your writing is great! I love this blog!)

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He
woke to the soft lub-dub of a heartbeat underneath his ear and the
harsh sounds of a keypad being written with, the crisp sounds of the
keys being tapped in wrenching him further out of his sleepy state.
He didn’t want to wake up more though, he was warm and comfortable
and safe!

The
sound however stopped and his comfort shifted, the arm wrapped around
him adjusting slightly. “Little one?” A amused voice murmured. “I
can feel your displeasure.” The chest he had been resting against
rumbled.

Obi-Wan
sleepily shifted to peer up, his pale cheek lined with red strips
from the others tunic, meeting the golden eyes of the man caring for
him. “I…sorry. I shouldn’t…”

“Its
fine Obi-Wan, I didn’t say I minded.” Qui-Gon soothed the seven
year old, delighting when the child rubbed his cheek against his
tunic. The lack of memories had been unexpected but the personality
had remained the same if a bit more childish, giving Qui-Gon a clean
slate to work with, his wonderful padawan his to mould even with the
faint memories the other had of the temple.

He
smoothed his hand over the soft copper tresses then stood with the
seven year old in his arms. “I did push you quite a bit in your
training today, though you did very well little one.”

A shy
smile at the praise and endearment lingered on Obi-Wan’s lips. “Thank
you, where are we going though?”

“Its
dinner time.” Qui-Gon shrugged, rubbing the others back. He well
knew the other could walk but well…consider him possessive, but he
liked keeping Obi-Wan as close as possible.

“Oh,
is Master Dooku going to be there too?” Obi-Wan asked, wrapping his
arms up around Qui-Gon’s neck. It amused Qui-Gon to no end how Dooku
had gone from being reserved about his little imp to doting and
spoiling him as much as Qui-Gon did, even teaching the redhead
occasionally.

But
perhaps the Count of Serenno had always wanted grandchildren deep
down. Obi-Wan would be the closest the man would get now.

“Perhaps,
he is very busy you know.” Qui-Gon pressed a soft kiss to the
child’s temple. “Regardless, the dinner will be good and who knows,
perhaps Ventress will join us.”

“Ick.”
Was Obi-Wan’s only response, coaxing a booming laugh from the sith.

Okay but a combination between deaged!Obi-Wan and sith!Qui-Gon?

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He’s
tiny, floating around in the bacta tank, no more then seven at the
least.

His
hair looks blood red in through the fluids and his freckles stands
out so much more pronounced then ever, the mole on his face tiny as
everything else with all the injuries slowly healing in the bacta.

Qui-Gon
hadn’t wanted to hurt Obi-Wan but the other was being difficult, it
was hard enough to fight in a confined space without added hurdles
like not wanting to injure someone. So his former padawan had
suffered both broken bones and bleeding injuries to his entire body.

One
Force shove, to try and get distance and Obi-Wan had fallen into the
experimental vat of chemicals the scientists had been working on. For
a harrowing moment he had thought…

“Qui-Gon,
are you still here?” He barely twitched at Dooku’s voice as the man
slid up beside him, peering at the redheaded child in the tank too.
“The bacta is doing its job Qui-Gon, and the scientists are
examining the blood sample, there’s nothing else to do.”

“I
just…he’s in there. My padawan.
I may have a new chance here depending.” Qui-Gon looked to Dooku,
eyes flickering between colors. “I thought I’d killed him until he
crawled out of that vat on his own. And then he started to shrink
with all his injuries…” Qui-Gon had jumped of the platform to
Obi-Wan’s side even as the Jedi had cried out in pain, had clung to
the sith’s cloak for comfort, support.

“I
know. It was unavoidable Qui-Gon. But staying here won’t heal him.”

“Well…”
Qui-Gon looked back at the tank.

“Don’t
tell me, you’re feeding him energy.” Dooku sighed, he had thought
the other was just filtering through the Force, not actively using
it.

“Only
some. We never broke our bond and after the war…I imagine it made
him feel better to have it, a way to track me so to speak. Worked the
same way in return. Now though I can give him some extra Force. I’d
rather have him out of the tank sooner then later, before the Jedi
discover where we are.” Eyes flickered yellow for a long second
before he focused back. He did rather want his padawan as healthy as
possible once they left instead of a half mended bone.

“The
scientists and doctors are unsure how the chemicals may have affected
him, the obvious aside.” Dooku offered after a long silence. “Some
are speaking about memory loss. Others about regression. Some think
there will be no other changes then physical.”

“Regardless,
physically he is seven. Or around it at least.” Qui-Gon reached out
and rested a large hand on the tank, smiling a bit. “I must have
been a fool to have left him for thirteen years, Force, I should have
taken him in the moment I could, nurtured him under my wings.”

“You’re
fond of him.”

“I’m
attached to all my padawans, even Xanatos when he still lived. Feemor
is…to far away from my grasp but Obi-Wan is right here. And right
now, he’s a tiny thing.”

“You
and your pathetic strays.”

“Ah,
Obi-Wan will be a wonderful sith, wait and see my master. My little dark star.”

Prompt: Continuation of that Obi-Wan and Sith! Qui-Gon battlefield snippet from the 27th? Words: Separate, competence

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He’d spent close to four
days in a bacta tank from what Obi-Wan could pierce together when he
woke up, clean and dry in a soft clothes in a hospital bed with a
Force collar around his neck and his wrist restrained to the bed.
Qui-Gon had been there when he woke up, wearing the same smile he had
when he had picked Obi-Wan up from the battlefield.

Obi-Wan had refused to
respond, even to the gentle hand that had petted his hair, had gone
so far as to turn his face away.

“Come now little one,
there was a time when you both listened and trusted me.”

“That was before you
joined the Sith. Before you lost yourself…my Master was Qui-Gon
Jinn…I see only Serenus here.” Obi-Wan murmured bitterly and
hissed a bit when Qui-Gon grasped him tightly by the chin and turned
his head.

“I should have kept your
stubbornness in mind but no matter Obi-Wan, you’re here. I have time
to convince you.” Yellow eyes flickered over his face before
nodding in satisfaction and stepping back. “And you are awake and
healthy. It is unfortunate but I have work to do for Yan but I’ll
return once that is done.” Soft lips pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s
forehead and there had been a time when Obi-Wan would have craved
that contact, he swore he could even feel the phantom touch of a
braid against his shoulder.

Then the man moved to the
door and left, a quietly murmured order to the guards outside the
door. “Do not underestimate him, my former padawan is quite
competent.” And then he was gone in a swirl of dark red and black
robes.

Obi-Wan stared at the
door, waited, started to count until he was sure half a hour had
passed before he started to move, the handcuff was slipped without
much fanfare when he found a weak spot in the rails of the bed that
he exploited and slipped the other end of it, holding the cuff in his
hand so it would not make to much noise.

Slipping out of the bed
took him a additional ten minutes, his legs wobbly from his stay in
bacta but eventually he stood quite firmly.

‘Alright, clothes,
lightsaber and escape.’ Obi-Wan shifted and touched the Force collar
around his neck, grimacing. ‘And get this of off.’

()()()()

Qui-Gon quietly observed
the room, the Force slithering like a snake under his skin as he did.
Obi-Wan had been throughout, he’d give his padawan that.

The Force inhibitor was
resting on the bed along with the cuffs that had once restrained him,
the guards behind him were both nursing headwounds from the bed rail Obi-Wan had managed
to both separate from the bed and use as a competent weapon.

He gritted his teeth, the
Force coiling harder as he could sense Obi-Wan was far away before
twirling, one of the guards caught in a Force choke. “I warned you
both.” He hissed. “Competent I called him, he is the Negotiator and a Jedi for a reason.
Yet here he is no longer and you are both alive.”  He tightened his
fist, yellow eyes glancing between the choking guard and the one
still on his feet. “I want him found, or I will seperate your head
from your shoulders.” His voice became a deadly chill before he
jerked his hand and the snapping sound of a breaking neck filled the
hall, the guard in his grasp falling still.

“Have I made myself
understood?”

“Y-Yes Lord Serenus!”
The guard ran, leaving Qui-Gon with the still corpse and the
lingering feel of Obi-Wan’s presence as he turned back to the room, a
small smile curling his lips. “…Well…I did train you myself
Obi-Wan. Perhaps I should have some pride in that…” Eyes flashed.
“Next time I’ll have to restrain you better though, my wayward
padawan.”

Continuation to the prev sith!Qui-Gon, this time with Jedi Knight!Xanatos + Feemor’s reaction?

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A light rustle from the
trees was the only warning he got before a familiar face landed in
front of him, the raven giving a quick look around before hurrying to
Obi-Wan’s side as he rose from the bench he had been sitting on.
“Obi-Wan, finally.” The older man breathed out, pulling the
shorter man into a tight hug.

“Xanatos.” Obi-Wan
whispered, burrowing a bit into the other man with his hands clenched
into the others dark tunic.

“We’ve been trying to
find you for weeks. Your Force signature only recently became
accessible again.” Xanatos pulled back, eyeing the other critically
before breathing out. “You look good though, he hasn’t hurt you has
he?”

“No, he doesn’t want to
hurt me, he just wants me to…stay.” Obi-Wan murmured then
blinked. “We?”

“Me and Feemor,
Skywalker wanted to help but the council forbade him. To volatile
emotions you know.” The knight confided, frowning slightly at the
younger man before turning at a noise, a blond appearing quickly and
confidently as he moved to their side. “Serenus?” Xanatos
questioned.

“Not on planet. I had to
hack the main server to be sure but he’s out on a Seperatist job.”
Feemor murmured before stepping closer and wrapping the redhead in
his arms, holding him tightly. “Obi-Wan.” He murmured warmly,
running his fingers through the others hair. “I thought…you’re
here. You’re alive.” He squeezed gently and let go quickly when
Obi-Wan hissed.

“Obi-Wan?” He frowned
in worry.

“I…I’m just sore.”
The other rubbed his hands together nervously.

“I thought you said he
didn’t hurt you.”

“He didn’t.” Obi-Wan
assured quickly, rubbing the back of his neck, his tunic sliding out
of the way to expose several dark hickies along his neck. Xanatos
grabbed him by his tunic and pulled it out of the way, staring at
them in shock. “Obi-Wan, what did he do?” He hissed, grey eyes
narrowing.

“I-I…” How to
explain!?

“We…we need to get you
out of here, we have a ship and the council is waiting on us to
report.” Feemor said in stunned disbelief that their former master
could be doing what he was assuming the marks on Obi-Wan’s neck
meant.

“I can’t.” Obi-Wan sat
down, staring up at them. “I can’t leave. I have a tracking chip
somewhere in me and…and I allowed myself to be bonded to Qui-Gon
again.” He ignored the twitch the name got out of Xanatos as Feemor
knelt down in front of him. “Obi-Wan, you…why?” The blond
squeezed the others hands.

“Because if I agreed
he’d give me back the Force. I spent weeks feeling hollow.” He
glanced between the two. “I just…if I gave him back the bond and
agreed to a tracker chip…”

“The bond, we can’t do
anything about that now. But the chip can be removed Obi-Wan. You could
come back.” Feemor tried, glancing at the hickies. “This isn’t
good Obi-Wan.”

“…I know. But its to
late.” The youngest shoulders slumped and over his head, the blond
and the raven shared concerned looks.

What were they to do?

“…Obi-Wan?” Xanatos
meet the others green eyes with a small strained smile. “…Sleep.”

Unprepared as he was,
Obi-Wan only made a choked protest before falling forward against
Feemor’s shoulder, pulled under by the Force suggestion.

“…We need to go, now.”

“Agreed.”

Nfws QuiObi with Sith!Qui-Gon from the earlier one, giving in?

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He pretended not to hear
the door opening or the quiet steps leading to the large bed, feigned
sleep as the person stopped by it just like every other night it
happened.

And like every other
night, a gentle hand caressed his cheek and teased hair away from his
face before a kiss was pressed to his temple. Obi-Wan counted to five
before the steps lead towards the fresher, slowly opening his eyes to
watched the tall back of the shadowed male, wincing only a bit as the
light from the fresher came on to illuminate Qui-Gon.

The Sith carefully pulled
his hair out of its ponytail and continued with his preparation for
bed. Obi-Wan quietly observed him, taking in the silver in the mans
brown hair and the sharp, predatory yellow eyes. Weeks upon weeks ago
when first brought to the room, he would have been disgusted but all
he felt now was tired.

And Qui-Gon, for all he
followed the dark, had not hurt him on purpose though his wrist ached
in protest at that thought. ‘I did try to shot myself…’ The Jedi
shifted a bit then froze as his move brought yellow eyes focused on
him.

“You should be sleeping
Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon murmured, slipping from the fresher to the bed
and sitting on the edge, a large hand cupping his face with eyes
practically glowing when the younger man didn’t flinch from the
touch.

“…It was cold.”
Obi-Wan tried for, yelping a bit when a muscular arm slid around him
and pulled him up into the Sith’s lap, straddling it quickly to gain
balance.

“You don’t feel cold.”
Qui-Gon hummed, removing the blanket and sheets easily as he settled
with Obi-Wan on his lap, carefully holding him close, judging it to
early to pounce. But it was clear Obi-Wan was close, ever so close…

The copper haired man
hesitated before resting his hands on the others chest, eyeing the
generously furred chest despite the scars before looking at Qui-Gon
in the dim light from the fresher. “…Why?” He settled for,
knowing the other would understand.

“Because I want to
protect you and you would run of into battle and lead a rebellion all
on your own my Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon slowly settled his hands on the
others hip, rubbing circles with his thumbs. “Because the Council
would send you, alone, without backup to every planet and you’d come
home, more skeleton then human sometimes.” He leaned in and nuzzled
his nose against the others skin. “And I won’t have that anymore my
Obi.” He murmured possessively.

“…This is a gilded
cage, you can’t hone-”

“But I’d let you out of
this gilded cage to the rest of the mansion if you could behave my
Obi-Wan.” Slow hands shifted to slide under the simple sleeping
robe the redhead wore and Obi-Wan squirmed a bit at the sensation.

“B-Behave?”

“Give me back our bond,
my dear Obi-Wan and let one of my droids implant a tracking chip in
you and I would let you wander here.” Qui-Gon offered hands sliding
down to cup the others firm rear, giving into temptation and
squeezing lightly. He was a Sith lord, why should he deny himself?

Obi-Wan squeaked but to
his shame instead of revulsion a small thread of arousal lingered in
his belly and he stayed right there in Qui-Gon’s lap instead of
scooting from him. “…You…and the Force collar?”

“I’d remove that too
Obi-Wan. After all, to form a bond again, you would need the Force.”
Qui-Gon bit down a chuckle as the younger man rocked a bit into his
hands, more then likely subconsciously accepting the touches.

The Jedi licked his lips.
“…Alright…”

In the dark, yellow eyes
seemed to glow ever so slightly in smugness before the Qui-Gon pulled
the other closer and sealed their lips together, Obi-Wan not fighting
as a large hand cupped his burgeoning erection.

‘Its…Its just
temporary.’ Obi-Wan tried to convince himself as he let himself be
rolled down on the bed and stripped, arching up into the pleasurable
touches.

‘Just…just temporary.’