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The Claiming 2: Restraints

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Title: The Claiming 2: Restraints

Fandom: Phantom Menace

Author's email: chelle@chelle.slashcity.org

Author's URL: http://chelle.slashcity.org/

Category: Slash

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Archive: Ask first

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Mild bondage, but I assume you figured that out from the title. No D, S, or M. tho'. Sorry. Also, spew warnings. While it isn't a humor/parody story, it does have a couple of funny moments.

Summary: Qui-Gon proves he wasn't kidding.

AN: This is for Raven, who chose the scenario, and Keely, who asked for smut. Thank you to Becky for letting me use her observation about the oil.

Qui-Gon looked around, admiring his handiwork. It was perfect. Now he had only to wait for Obi-Wan to return.

He dropped gracefully to the floor in a room filled with candles and stilled his mind. The plans he had for his padawan were going to require all of his concentration and control. Inhaling deeply he focused his mind and settled in to wait.

He did not have to wait long. Less than an hour had passed when he sensed Obi-Wan entering their rooms.

Master, Obi-Wan called to him.

"In here." Qui-Gon replied aloud.

The door slid open and Obi-Wan stared into their bedchamber. Candlelight danced on every surface. Qui-Gon was seated on the floor with the light reflecting off his features, his hair, and, Obi-Wan noted, the body currently covered only by a soft robe.

"Welcome home, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon said in a voice which sent tremors down his padawan.

"I was only off doing research at the library."

"I know. I sent you there, remember?"

"So that you could do this?"

Qui-Gon didn't answer. Instead he rose and walked over to Obi-Wan. Standing very close, he leaned down and asked, "Why don't you come inside?"

Obi-Wan met his master's gaze. Qui-Gon had that 'I'm turning you on and I know it look,' that Obi-Wan wanted to resent but never could. Despite years of Jedi training Obi-Wan was rarely able to control his reaction to his master. The man was intoxicating. He radiated strength and power, moved with an effortless grace that took Obi-Wan's breath away.

And he smelled good. Obi-Wan wasn't able to describe it, but the scent was heady. In the months since they had become lovers Obi-Wan had come to associate that scent with pleasure, a great deal of pleasure. It forced him to maintain a discreet distance from his master in public or risk being unable to walk comfortably.

His master had done nothing but talk to him, fewer than 20 words, and Obi-Wan was taut with anticipation, wondering what Qui-Gon had planned for him. Somehow his master always seemed to be able to determine precisely what he wanted, before he was even aware of wanting it. His caresses were invariably exactly what Obi needed, arriving an instant before he needed it. He had frequently wondered if the skill came solely from experience or if his master was using some part of the force of which he was unaware.

Qui-Gon took his hand, leading him to the edge of the bed. "You're overdressed." Qui-Gon's voice was still pitched low and quiet, sending more tremors through Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan reached for his belt, but Qui-Gon shook his head. "Let me." He undid Obi-Wan's belt slowly, let it drop to the floor. Then he tugged gently on Obi-Wan's sash before slowly unwrapping it.

Obi-Wan tensed with anticipation, expecting to feel his master's hands sliding under his opened tunic. But Qui-Gon simply removed it, tugging it off of his shoulders and allowing it to fall to the floor.

Qui-Gon squatted down and undid the fastenings on Obi-Wan's boots, then removed them.

His hands moved to the front of Obi-Wan's pants. At last, the younger man thought. But Qui-Gon still did not touch him. Obi-Wan was left wondering how his master could undress him without actually touching his skin. His pants reached the floor and Obi-Wan stepped out of them.

"Lie down."

Obi-Wan sought Qui-Gon's eyes, looking for answers to the questions forming in his mind. He found none. Qui-Gon was giving nothing away. So he simply complied with his master's request.

He crawled into the bed and lie on his side, facing Qui-Gon. He was almost, but not quite, in a fetal position.

"On your back."

Obi-Wan rolled over and his master moved onto the bed, lying down beside him.

Qui-Gon rested his head in his hand. "Do you remember our conversation about restraints?"

"Yes."

"Still want to try them?"

He quite frequently felt powerless in Qui-Gon's arms. He didn't think restraints could make him feel any more vulnerable than he already did. But the idea was still tantalizing. He imagined himself, naked on their bed, his arms and legs immobile, completely exposed to Qui-Gon. Those blue eyes tracing him, drinking him in. "Yes."

Qui-Gon grasped one of his wrists, strong fingers wrapping around it, and raised it above Obi-Wan's head. A moment later it was securely locked into a leather cuff. Obi-Wan tugged at it. He hadn't a clue how Qui-Gon had secured it, but one thing was clear, he was going nowhere until his master released him.

Qui-Gon moved swiftly to secure the other wrist, then set back to admire his handiwork.

"No legs?"

"My, we are anxious." The master smiled. "No, Padawan, I thought we would save them for another occasion. Hopefully you're not too disappointed."

"I can never be disappointed with you."

"With me? Or just with my lovemaking?"

"Both."

"You have far too much faith in me." Qui-Gon raked his eyes up Obi-Wan. "But we'll discuss that later. I can think of far more interesting things to do with your mouth than talk." He kissed Obi-Wan, softly, tugging on Obi-Wan's lips with his own. And that was as far as he went. Obi-Wan opened his mouth in invitation. Qui-Gon sucked gently on his lower lip. Obi-Wan writhed, tried to deepen the kiss. His master pulled back.

"You must tell me what you want, love." Obi-Wan's confusion showed in his face. "I will do nothing that you do not ask me for." Qui-Gon smiled, his eyes dancing. "And the more detailed the request, the better I will be able to comply with it." He let his eyes again trace the length of his padawan. "Now, what would you like first, Obi-Wan?"

"I want whatever you wish to do to me."

"Really, Padawan, I thought that I had taught you to listen better than that. I will only do what you ask."

Obi-Wan locked his eyes to Qui-Gon's. "Kiss me. Those deep, hungry kisses that you're so damn good at."

Qui-Gon smiled at him. "See you can do this." But Qui-Gon didn't move to kiss him.

"Qui-Gon."

"Yes, Obi-Wan?"

"Stop being a tease."

"I don't mean to tease. I'm just searching my memory, trying to remember how to do deep, hungry, damn good kisses."

"Like this," Obi-Wan growled, sending him a memory of exactly the kind of kiss he meant.

"Oh, like that. That I can probably manage." Still smiling, he brought his mouth to Obi-Wan's. This time he slid his tongue inside his apprentice's mouth, just inside. He deepened the kiss slowly, leaving no part of his captive's mouth untouched. Then he let some of his own hunger into the kiss, increasing the speed of his mouth and tongue, and eliciting a groan from the man beneath him.

Obi-Wan was wriggling, trying to turn over, to press himself against Qui-Gon.

Noticing, Qui-Gon pulled back. "Is there something else you desire?"

"I want to feel you against me."

"That is easily accomplished." Qui-Gon moved so that he was lying atop his apprentice. "Better?"

"Yes, but it would be better still without the robe."

"Why didn't you say so in the first place?" Qui-Gon rolled off of him and, standing beside the bed, removed the robe. "How's that?"

Obi-Wan was looking at him with something definitely akin to hunger. "You're too far away. I asked for you against me."

Qui-Gon chuckled, "Getting a trifle demanding aren't we?"

"You said I had to tell you what I wanted."

"Yes, but I said to ask. I'm a Jedi Master. I don't respond well to demands."

Downright infuriating, Obi-Wan thought, his master and lover could be downright infuriating. Unfortunately, he was also the most enticing man Obi-Wan had ever met. "Qui-Gon, Master," Obi-Wan batted his eyelashes, "will you please lie against me while you drive me to the edge of sanity with those maddening lips."

Qui-Gon burst out laughing.

"Master."

Qui-Gon brought himself under control. "Yes, Padawan?"

"You're ruining the mood." He looked pointedly down at his now flaccid penis.

"Don't worry. It's nothing that can't be fixed." Qui-Gon moved back onto the bed. "Now where was I?"

"Master."

"Yes?"

"Someone once told me that humor and hot sex were both essential to a relationship."

Qui-Gon nodded. "I think that's true."

"But not at the same time."

Qui-Gon's barely controlled laughter bubbled up again. He rested his head on his padawan's chest, his shoulders shaking.

"Master."

Qui-Gon didn't answer. He just laughed harder.

"Master."

Qui-Gon inhaled deeply, bringing himself once again under control. He raised his head to look at Obi-Wan. "Yes, Padawan?"

"You've well and truly killed the mood now."

"It wasn't my fault. You're the one who made me laugh."

"Whenever you laugh at inappropriate times you blame me." Obi-Wan shook his head. "Really shouldn't you have more control than that, especially at your age?"

"Now, Obi-Wan, there's no need to get ugly." He smirked. "Besides we both know that you love making me laugh, almost as much as you enjoy flaunting yourself in front of me."

"Flaunting? You are hardly one to talk about flaunting. Don't you ever use a towel?"

"Frequently. Daily, as a matter of fact."

"Yes, but you never actually wrap it around you."

"I had no idea that was what they were for. I thought you simply used them for drying the water off. But if you really think I should wrap it around myself, I suppose I could wrap it around my shoulders."

"Shoulders. Do that, Master. Wrap it around your shoulders."

Qui-Gon nodded seriously. "If that is what you wish, Padawan."

"Do you know what else I wish?" "Not unless you tell me."

Obi-Wan thought briefly of sticking his tongue out in response, but decided it would gain him nothing. "I want to restore the mood we were in a few minutes ago, before your inappropriate outburst."

He looked meaningfully about the room. "After all, it seems such a waste to let all your preparations go to waste."

Qui-Gon's eyes followed his. "So it does." He looked back at Obi-Wan. "How do you suggest we go about accomplishing this restoration."

Obi-Wan bit back the humorous response which rose to his lips. Best not to start that again. "I think you should tell me something you've fantasized. I shared with you after all."

Qui-Gon considered this. "So you did."

"Very well." He kissed Obi-Wan briefly. "Would you like to hear how I imagined our first time together would be?"

Obi-Wan nodded.

"For some reason I kept imagining us on one of those missions where they only supply us with one bed."

Obi-Wan chuckled. "That does seem to happen quite a bit."

Qui-Gon ignored him. "Something woke me in the middle of the night and I discovered that you were dreaming. You had wrapped yourself around me and your erection was pressing against me. It was pretty obvious what you were dreaming about. I watched you for a few moments, telling myself I should go back to sleep. Then you moaned my name. You were dreaming about me. I was stunned to realize that you desired me."

"I stroked your face and whispered your name, waking you up. The look in your eyes when you opened them. You said my name, made it a question. I answered by kissing you. I intended it to be brief, but you wrapped your arms around my neck, and deepened the kiss. You tasted so good. We just kept kissing and kissing, the kisses becoming more passionate. You were pressing yourself hard against me, rubbing our erections together through our pants."

"I pulled myself away from your mouth and began kissing your neck, running a hand over your chest, before resting it on your hip. I kissed my way lower, sucked on a nipple. You moaned. I kept moving downward, still kissing, until I reached the waistband of your pants. I untied them, and you lifted your hips, helping me to remove them. Then you undid mine, tugged on them. Together we took them off. Even in the dim light you were beautiful."

"I told you to turn over. I lifted you on to your knees and began rimming you. You shuddered. Soon you were pushing yourself backward onto my tongue, saying my name over and over, almost incoherent."

"I turned you back over. We looked at each other for a long moment. I grabbed the bottle of oil that for some reason always seems to be in our quarters."

"Master, we buy the oil."

"Now, but this is a first time story remember. We were on a mission. We were in guest quarters."

"We're losing the mood again."

"Stop interrupting me and I'll do a better job of sustaining it."

"Yes, Master." Obi-Wan was fighting back a laugh.

Qui-Gon kissed him, desperate to avoid anymore laughter. Satisfied that all of his padawan's amusement had been quelled, he resumed the story. His voice was low and quiet. His mouth near Obi-Wan's ear. "You watched me as I poured it into my palm, then coated two of my fingers. I ran one of those fingers around your opening. You pulled your legs back. I stopped. You hissed 'yes' in answer to the question I hadn't yet asked. Slowly I pushed my finger inside you. You closed your eyes and I could feel you relaxing. I moved my finger gently inside you and you moaned. I pulled my finger out, began to re-enter you with both fingers this time. I worked them slowly inside you, brushed your prostrate. You trembled. I did it again and you asked me to enter you."

"You watched again while I lubricated myself. It took all of my self-control to enter you slowly. I was as aroused as I can ever remember being. I pushed just the head into you. I could feel your discomfort but you stopped me when I tried to withdraw. After a few minutes I pushed further into you, stopping after just a little bit. It took quite a while before I was all the way inside. I stayed perfectly still, just looking at you, savoring the feel of you."

"Until you said 'move.'" Qui-Gon smiled at him. "You were even demanding the first time. I barely moved, just bumping up against you. You moaned. Do you have any idea how sexy your moans are?" Obi-Wan didn't answer, knowing a rhetorical question when he heard one. "Gradually, I pulled out further, until I was almost all of the way out of you. I was losing control, thrusting harder and harder. I grabbed your cock, stroked it. Within moments you came, and I came with you."

"Holding you afterward was almost as good as the sex itself. I rained kisses over your face, saying incoherent things about how much I loved you, how beautiful you are." Qui-Gon's voice tapered off.

He glanced downward. "I see the mood is restored."

Obi-Wan grinned. "Yes, master."

Qui-Gon moved so that he was again atop his apprentice. "I believe we left off about here." He lowered his mouth. There was no slow build up this time. He simply devoured. Obi-Wan responded with a hunger of his own.

Obi-Wan's legs wrapped around his master and he moved against him. Qui-Gon didn't respond to his movements, just kept kissing.

The images Qui-Gon's story had created swam in his mind as his world narrowed to Qui-Gon. Qui-Gon's weight on top of him, Qui-Gon's erection pressing into him, Qui-Gon's smell, Qui-Gon's mouth on his, Qui-Gon's hair surrounding his face. The image of Qui-Gon lubricating his cock kept coming to the fore. He wanted to see that, wanted to watch that.

Qui-Gon.

His master pulled back, was looking into his face.

"I want you to come for me. You said to ask for what I want and I want to watch you make yourself come."

"If that is what you want." Qui-Gon kissed him briefly. Then settled beside him on the bed and wrapped a large hand around his own cock.

"I can't see you very well. Straddle me."

Qui-Gon complied, locking his eyes to Obi-Wan's as he resumed stroking himself. He had never felt more exposed than he did at that moment. Obi-Wan was watching him hungrily, his eyes moving from Qui-Gon's face to his cock and back.

"Do you think of me?" Obi-Wan's voice was thick.

"Yes, you. Always you." His hand was moving faster.

"Imagine me under you, moving against you, wanting you to fuck me?"

"Yes."

"My mouth on you, sucking you, swallowing you, drinking you in?"

"You, Obi-Wan, you, " he gasped. The combination of Obi-Wan's words and the incredible excitement of feeling completely exposed to his lover had him near coming now. His head tilted back. Eyes closed.

"Look at me. Look at me when you come."

He forced his eyes open, met Obi-Wan's gaze as he came. His large frame shaking as he spurted white liquid onto his apprentice.

"Thank you." Obi-Wan's quiet words surprised him. "You are so beautiful. Do you have any idea how erotic it is to see you like that?"

Qui-Gon smiled. "No, but I know how erotic it is to see you like that."

"I wish I could touch you, hold you."

"You will. But you have to come first." Qui-Gon ran his fingers over Obi-Wan's chest. "What else do you want love? How shall I make you come?"

"Suck me."

Qui-Gon moved between Obi-Wan's legs. Took the erection before him into his hands and ran his fingers lightly over it.

"Qui-Gon, please."

He moved a thumb around the head. Obi-Wan's penis twitched in his hand.

"Qui-Gon."

"Yes, love."

He took the head into his mouth, heard Obi-Wan gasp. He sucked softly.

"Harder, please, harder."

He increased the suction.

"More, Qui-Gon, please."

More of what, love?

"More of me. In your mouth."

Qui-Gon moved his mouth slowly downward, taking in more of his apprentice. He did nothing further. Just held Obi-Wan's penis in his mouth.

"Move. Stroke me. Qui-Gon."

Qui-Gon began to move his mouth slowly up and down, sucking softly.

"Harder," Obi-Wan gasped. "Faster."

Qui-Gon complied. Obi-Wan's hips began bucking upward. Qui-Gon struggled to stay on top of his movements to keep from being choked. Couldn't. He grabbed Obi-Wan's hips and held them firmly against the bed, bringing a groan of protest from his apprentice.

He used his mouth and tongue mercilessly now. Sucking, stroking, driving Obi-Wan to orgasm. It didn't take long. Obi-Wan's whole body jerked as his semen shot into his master's eager mouth. Qui-Gon continued to swallow and suck gently, waiting for Obi-Wan's trembling to subside.

He kissed the tip of Obi-Wan's nearly flaccid penis and moved to undo the restraints. Then he settled beside Obi-Wan, taking him into his arms.

"Stiff?"

"A little."

He kissed Obi-Wan's forehead. "I'm sorry, love. This went on a little longer than I had planned. Someone kept making me laugh."

Obi-Wan leaned up and kissed him. "Someday you will admit that you are responsible for you own laughter, not me."

Qui-Gon chuckled softly, "Someday maybe, but not today."

He pressed his cheek against Obi-Wan's hair. "We should probably take a bath. It would get you clean and ease those muscles."

"Ummm. In a little bit." He looked up at his master. "Thank you for this. It's nice to know you think about us. Plan ways to seduce me."

Another chuckle. "Obi-Wan, I've been planning ways to seduce you for longer than I would be willing to admit."

"Really?" There was undisguised pleasure in Obi-Wan's voice.

"Yes, love. Really."