SithQui

Can I ask for a continuation of the tempest au, if you’re interested? Something cheerful? I love your writing, you’re wonderful!

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The holodrama has gotten to the climax of its sorry state of actors
and plotlines but that is not what holds Obi-Wan’s attention.

No its the man he’s leaning against, the blanket wrapped around the
both of them as they have cuddled up together on the couch.

Qui-Gon is asleep, his head supported on a hand that’s settled on
the couch arm. He’s relaxed, breathing steadily with his eyes shut
and long hair falling out of his ponytail, utterly at peace as
Obi-Wan watches him with an awed little smile on his lips.

Qui-Gon, open and trusting, falling asleep before Obi-Wan.

A sign of being comfortable and content in the others presence.

It never failed to make the Jedi warm to the very core of his stomach
that Qui-Gon trusted him so much that he’d leave himself vulnerable
to the copper haired knight.

Force knew Obi-Wan could do anything right now, slip a Force
suppressor on him, kill him, restrain him…anything really.

Yet here the former Sith lord was. Lord Tempest, apprenticed to Count
Dooku…asleep against a Jedi, having been watching holodramas after
having a healthy dinner made of greens and slightly tough bantha meat
from them overcooking it.

He reached out and cupped the others bearded cheek with his palm,
stroking his cheekbone slowly with his fingertips.

‘When did I fall so deeply in love with you?’ He wondered as
Qui-Gon mumbled at the touch and leaned into it, remaining stubbornly
asleep as Obi-Wan caressed him affectionately. ‘Mace and Depa still
worries about me, their right as my former master and linage sister
but…you would never hurt me my Qui-Gon.’ He smiled softly before
shifting the blanket slowly off them and turning the holodrama off.

He gave a little shiver as the warmth from the blanket left him as he
got up, gently tapping Qui-Gon’s cheek.

“Mmmngh?” The other grunted and opened his eyes, blinking up at
Obi-Wan.

“Bed. Its late and we’re both falling asleep on the couch.” He
smiled down at him.

“Ah, I see.” The other yawned before stretching slowly, giving a
low grunt as his back popped. Obi-Wan chuckled and held out his
hands, pulling the yellow eyed man to his feet. Qui-Gon gave him a
small peck on the cheek and then headed for the fresher to get ready,
finding his sleep tunic on the way.

Obi-Wan meanwhile turned of the lights of the apartment, padding
around until the fresher was free for him to do his night time
preparations and change into his sleep wear. He was keenly aware of
amber eyes watching him from the bed, Qui-Gon laying on his side,
propped up on his elbow to keep an eye on Obi-Wan from the open door.

It was a lazily interested gaze with a slight tinge of question.

Spitting out his toothpaste, Obi-Wan caught the gaze in the window
and gave him a slightly foamy smile before he rinsed his mouth and
turned. “What?”

“Was just thinking, that’s all.”

“Oh? What about?”

“Just wondering when I got so domestic.” The former sith snorted,
lifting the edge of the covers to let Obi-Wan in under the same one.

“Strangely enough, I was thinking the same earlier, just about
myself.” The young knight laughed quietly as he snuggled up against
the broad chest of the other man as the covers were re-tucked. “But
I don’t mind. I like having you close. I feel…warm when I’m
with you.”

Qui-Gon gave another snort but didn’t contradict him, instead
brushing a soft kiss to his forehead. “I think that holodrama mush
is getting to your brain.”

“You were the one who insisted watching it.”

“…I honestly didn’t think it was that bad. I think it was the
reason I fell asleep like a log.”

“Next time we’ll watch something more interesting, perhaps a
planetary documentary about wildlife or such.” Obi-Wan hummed,
closing his eyes as Qui-Gon turned of the light in the room, sliding
an arm about the other mans waist.

“Sounds like a plan Obi-Wan.”

“Then its agreed…but right now I think the only words I need is
goodnight Qui-Gon.”

Qui-Gon gave a deep, rumbling chuckle before settling too. “Good
night my Obi-Wan.”

“Possessive bastard.”

“Sith.”

“Former Sith.”

“Good night Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan shook his head, smiling in the dark before falling asleep in
the comfortable warmth of Qui-Gon’s arms.

Sith!Anakin and Qui-Gon, and their prisoner/pet/consort Obi-Wan?

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Walking through the halls, Qui-Gon long legs brought him quickly
through the space without making it look like he was running as he
moved towards the two Force signatures he had locked in on. One of
them his apprentice and one of them his former padawan.

Two officers had walked past his office, muttering about the Jedi
‘pet’ spilling wine on Lord Vader and Qui-Gon didn’t want
anything to happen to Obi-Wan.

Anakin was usually good around their copper haired lover but
sometimes his anger reared its ugly head and Qui-Gon had to
interfere. Usually though it was only directed at Obi-Wan in a
possessive manner when the Jedi couldn’t help but flirt.

But it never hurt to make sure…and if Qui-Gon was going for more
then just concern then no one could call him out on it.

He slipped into the room and fell still, a slow smirk working his way
across his lips.

There had been a reaction to the wine spillage but not the one the
officers had thought would happen. Obi-Wan was kneeling on Anakin’s
seat, knees between the others thighs with his tunic spilled down to
his elbows, exposing his pale throat, neck and collarbone with
Anakin’s hand cupping the back of his head, tanned fingers peeking
through copper hair as Anakin ravaged Obi-Wan’s neck with lips and
teeth. Obi-Wan’s hands were twisted into Anakin’s shirt, his head
resting back against the hand holding him as he let out low noises of
pleasure.

It was a lovely sight.

Anakin glanced towards the door when it opened but made no move to
let go of Obi-Wan, instead tugging him closer with his mech hand on
the others hip.

It made Qui-Gon smirk at him. ‘Possessive.’ He mouthed at him and
Anakin gave a half shrug, grinning against Obi-Wan’s skin as he
slowly let go of what Qui-Gon knew was going to be a large hicky.

“Mmmn…Anakin?” Obi-Wan whispered, his voice breathy and husky
in its tone, it made Qui-Gon’s pants terribly tight.

“We got an audience.” Anakin teased and Obi-Wan tensed, tilting
his head and only relaxing when he saw it was Qui-Gon. He gave the
blond a scowl and hit him in the chest, moving of the chair and
fixing his tunic.

“Hey…”

“No, that’s what you get for teasing me, making me think the
officers had come back or one of the servants had come in.” The
other sniffed and fixed his tunic all the way up, ignoring the
pouting sith lord in front of him. Qui-Gon chuckled and moved forward
until he could wrap himself around the smaller man, nuzzling into his
neck. “That’s what you get for teasing him Anakin.” He lightly
taunted only to whine when Obi-Wan firmly stepped out of his arms too
and headed for the doors.

“Don’t tease Anakin, he gets unbearable when you do.” The
copper head sniffed again.

The two sith lords looked sufferingly at each other.

“And people think we’re the ones in charge?” Anakin whined and
stood up, brushing his hand absently against the wine spot on his
tunic.

“People are stupid, we’ve discussed this before.” Qui-Gon
sighed as Obi-Wan left them alone. “…Lets go spar, at least we
can do something about this energy.”

“I’m going to leave a hicky so high he can’t hide it.” The
blond followed, grumbling a bit.

“And then Obi-Wan refuses to sleep in your bed for a week. You know
he hates that.” Qui-Gon shot back. “But hey, if that means he
sleeps in mine, go for it.”

“Ugh, I hate you.”

Qui-Gon just smirked.

Sith!Anakin and Qui-Gon, and their prisoner/pet/consort Obi-Wan?

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Walking through the halls, Qui-Gon long legs brought him quickly
through the space without making it look like he was running as he
moved towards the two Force signatures he had locked in on. One of
them his apprentice and one of them his former padawan.

Two officers had walked past his office, muttering about the Jedi
‘pet’ spilling wine on Lord Vader and Qui-Gon didn’t want
anything to happen to Obi-Wan.

Anakin was usually good around their copper haired lover but
sometimes his anger reared its ugly head and Qui-Gon had to
interfere. Usually though it was only directed at Obi-Wan in a
possessive manner when the Jedi couldn’t help but flirt.

But it never hurt to make sure…and if Qui-Gon was going for more
then just concern then no one could call him out on it.

He slipped into the room and fell still, a slow smirk working his way
across his lips.

There had been a reaction to the wine spillage but not the one the
officers had thought would happen. Obi-Wan was kneeling on Anakin’s
seat, knees between the others thighs with his tunic spilled down to
his elbows, exposing his pale throat, neck and collarbone with
Anakin’s hand cupping the back of his head, tanned fingers peeking
through copper hair as Anakin ravaged Obi-Wan’s neck with lips and
teeth. Obi-Wan’s hands were twisted into Anakin’s shirt, his head
resting back against the hand holding him as he let out low noises of
pleasure.

It was a lovely sight.

Anakin glanced towards the door when it opened but made no move to
let go of Obi-Wan, instead tugging him closer with his mech hand on
the others hip.

It made Qui-Gon smirk at him. ‘Possessive.’ He mouthed at him and
Anakin gave a half shrug, grinning against Obi-Wan’s skin as he
slowly let go of what Qui-Gon knew was going to be a large hicky.

“Mmmn…Anakin?” Obi-Wan whispered, his voice breathy and husky
in its tone, it made Qui-Gon’s pants terribly tight.

“We got an audience.” Anakin teased and Obi-Wan tensed, tilting
his head and only relaxing when he saw it was Qui-Gon. He gave the
blond a scowl and hit him in the chest, moving of the chair and
fixing his tunic.

“Hey…”

“No, that’s what you get for teasing me, making me think the
officers had come back or one of the servants had come in.” The
other sniffed and fixed his tunic all the way up, ignoring the
pouting sith lord in front of him. Qui-Gon chuckled and moved forward
until he could wrap himself around the smaller man, nuzzling into his
neck. “That’s what you get for teasing him Anakin.” He lightly
taunted only to whine when Obi-Wan firmly stepped out of his arms too
and headed for the doors.

“Don’t tease Anakin, he gets unbearable when you do.” The
copper head sniffed again.

The two sith lords looked sufferingly at each other.

“And people think we’re the ones in charge?” Anakin whined and
stood up, brushing his hand absently against the wine spot on his
tunic.

“People are stupid, we’ve discussed this before.” Qui-Gon
sighed as Obi-Wan left them alone. “…Lets go spar, at least we
can do something about this energy.”

“I’m going to leave a hicky so high he can’t hide it.” The
blond followed, grumbling a bit.

“And then Obi-Wan refuses to sleep in your bed for a week. You know
he hates that.” Qui-Gon shot back. “But hey, if that means he
sleeps in mine, go for it.”

“Ugh, I hate you.”

Qui-Gon just smirked.

Do you think you could write any more of that Sith Qui/Obi with the tracking chip? Idk I just really love and it’s adorable, in the weird creepy way that is sithly love.

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“I should keep you chained up in a dungeon, at least that way you
wouldn’t run afoul of Jedi’s to get the better of you.” A calm
voice drawled and Obi-Wan lifted his head slowly from under the
shower spray to peer at Qui-Gon standing in the fresher doors.

He always felt he needed a shower after a stay in bacta even after
using a sonic and this time was no different. He hadn’t even heard
the door open, to used to Qui-Gon’s presence to register it as a
threat.

“Hmn, you enjoy seeing me on the battlefield to much to do that.”
He chuckled quietly before ducking his head back under the warm
spray.

Qui-Gon snorted and stepped towards the shower rolled his sleeve up
before he reached out and ran his two fingertips along a scar
crossing the others shoulder and down the mans upper back. Obi-Wan
shivered under the warm spray and pulled his head back again, peering
at him.

“…Is that where the tracker chip is?”

“Not telling you dear Obi-Wan. After all, if you remove it, I can’t
find you. If I can’t find you, you’re liable to be captured by
someone. And don’t think I’ve forgotten the Nightsisters capture of
you.”

Obi-Wan sniggered. “What? Jealous Master?”

He yelped as a hand snapped to his hair and pulled his head back,
exposing his throat to the yellow gaze of the older man. “You
forget your place my apprentice. You belong to me and no one else.
And you know it, you gave yourself to me.” Qui-Gon hissed then
chuckled quietly at the hitch in Obi-Wan’s breath. “If you’re not
careful, I may have to mark you so everyone knows it dear one.”

Obi-Wan made a low noise in his throat, adam apple bobbing as he
swallowed hard. “Master…”

He almost stumbled when the man let go of his hair, balancing heavily
on his heels while turning his head to look at him.

“Finish showering Obi-Wan. We have things to do.” Qui-Gon stepped
back and then turned, prowling out of the fresher.

The younger man licked his lips in anticipation before turning back
to finish his shower, skin itching with need.

Sith qui-gon rescues his sith apprentice obi-wan from the Jedi

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“He’s going to kill you both.” Obi-Wan offered casually, staring up at the greenery with a bored look on his face, ignoring the various aches and pains highlighting in his body.

The two knights ignored him and continued their game of dejarik.

It almost made Obi-Wan want to warn them again but no matter, it wasn’t his fault they couldn’t listen. It was his fault though that he was captured and currently feeling like a bantha had stood on his chest. Not that Jedi’s were cruel but there was only so much two less then powerful knights could do in the middle of a field that would help Obi-Wan.

‘At least they had a low level painkiller.’ He mused tiredly before cocking his head and listening to the sounds of the jungle planet around them.

It still wouldn’t change their fate.

Qui-Gon would take one look at him and then…

“He won’t care that I was just caught in a blast, he’ll blame you both.” Obi-Wan tried for.

“Look, you can continue talking mr smooth operator.” One of them finally snapped, glaring at Obi-Wan. “But this is the situation, you’re injured, you’re caught with a Force suppressor in your system, no one on the Separatist side knows you’re here and we’re only waiting for pickup which will be arriving in less then half a hour. We’re bringing you to the Council and there is nothing you can say that will convince us otherwise Negotiator.” The title was used in disgust before the knight turned back to the game board.

Her friend looked a bit unsure before focusing back on the game too, back shifting a bit more towards Obi-Wan.

“The order really should stop sending green knights out into the fray. Very well, I did try to warn you both.” The sith hummed and then closed his eyes, settling his head back against the tree behind him.

Ten minutes later his prediction came out true and he opened his eyes at the hum of a lightsaber, his smile cracking the wound in his bottom lip open again to give his beard a fresh coating of blood. The knights didn’t stand a chance, even as a Jedi, Qui-Gon’s skills in Ataruu had been legendary. As a sith, his master had no mercy and didn’t need to take anyone peacefully.

Obi-Wan felt a second of pity before sitting up as carefully as he could. “Master.”

“Obi-Wan.” The man deactivated his blade, stepping around bodies to come to his apprentice side, kneeling down and stroking his face gently. “Force inhibitor?”

“Mmmn, apparently a standard outfitting to the Jedi’s kit now. Just in case.” Obi-Wan leaned into the large hand gratefully, feeling sparks of healing Force against his face. “How’d you find me?” He sighed blissfully.

“After the last time I had you kitted out with a tracking chip.” Qui-Gon pressed a kiss to the others temple then shifted to undo the cuffs behind Obi-Wan’s back.

“That does explain how you always find me now.” The redhead mused before hissing as Qui-Gon rested some of his weight against Obi-Wan’s thigh, the broken bone screaming out for attention. The hand quickly withdrew and Qui-Gon’s eyes glowed yellow before he pressed a quick kiss in apology to the bloodied mans released hands. “Bacta, you are going into bacta.”

“No complaints from me Qui.”