Phantom Menace


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Title: Lovers

Fandom: Phantom Menace

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Category: Slash

Pairing: Qui-Gon Jinn/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Archive: Ask first

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: HET CONTENT; Consensual UNDERAGE sex between two adolescents.

AN: This one is the result of playing with Emu. She threatened me with Gungan pornography (which I strongly suspect she animates in her spare time) and I responded that if she didn't stop I would have to fight back with Anakin and Amidala's adolescent gropings. Did I mention that one should never, ever play "I dare you" with Emu? Of course, I think after this the least she can do is write Obi/Yaddle. Hey, I discovered that I do, indeed, remember how to spell the word breast. It's been so long since I wrote it, I wasn't sure I would.

We were never like that, Obi-Wan insisted, silently indicating their dinner companions, a fourteen year old Anakin and his betrothed, Amidala, the Queen of Naboo.

I was not like that. You, however, were the champion of the moony eyed look, Qui-Gon replied.

I was not.

Yes, you were. Do you have any idea how many times I looked up from my reading or some other activity to find you resting your chin in your hands, gazing at me in mindless adoration?

I know exactly now many times. Never.

Choose to believe that if you must, Obi-Wan. But moon, you did.

Qui, your sounding like Yoda again. He continued out loud. "I swear the older you get, the more frequently you do that."

"I am not getting old."

"Right. And I didn't find that gray hair in your…"

"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon interrupted sharply, indicating their dinner companions.

Blushing furiously, Obi-Wan fell silent. Fortunately, the two were too engrossed in each other to notice much of anything.

"Your highness." Qui-Gon said.

She looked up from Anakin. "Yes?"

"I think perhaps Obi-Wan and I will retire for the evening."


She turned back to Anakin.

Exchanging a quick look, the two Jedi rose and left the room.

"We could retire, too," Amidala suggested softly.

"To where?"

"My rooms."

Anakin's face lit up. "I'm not sure that Master Qui-Gon…I'm not sure we should."

"We only have to do as much as you want."

"If we did that, we'd be there for days."

Amidala laughed. Standing, she held out her hand. Rising, Anakin took it.


"They're going to do it aren't they?"

Obi-Wan laughed. "Do it? Yes, I suspect they will indeed do it." Kneeling, he made his way across the bed to the edge where Qui-Gon sat, removing his boots. "Why does it bother you?"

"He's very young."

"Yes, but they do belong together."

"So did we, but I waited."

"Amidala is not as old as you." Qui-Gon glared at him. "There is something about other people's adolescent gropings that is," Obi-Wan's mouth turned downward, "distasteful."

"You're just disgusted because a woman is involved."

"Me? I am nothing if not tolerant. I learned it from my master."

"You may be tolerant, but you're still disgusted."

"Well, just because I can tolerate heterosexuals, that doesn't mean I want to think about what they actually do."

Qui-Gon chuckled. "It's not that bad, Obi-Wan."

"You haven't." Obi-Wan was aghast.

"I have." Qui-Gon's eyes twinkled. "And I enjoyed it."


Qui-Gon shook his head. "I thought we agreed not to discuss previous lovers."

"I didn't bring it up. You did."

"Only because I wanted to challenge your prejudices."

"I am not prejudiced. I told you. I don't condemn them. I just don't want to think about it."

"Uh huh." Qui-Gon grabbed Obi-Wan and pulled him across his lap. "Then I suppose I should distract you, so that you don't have to think about it."


The door closed and awkwardness descended upon them.

Amidala took his hand, "My bed is this way." She took a couple of steps forward.

"I know."

She turned back to face him. "We don't have to do anything."

"I know. Let's just sit out here first. Talk. Not rush things."

She smiled softly and led him to the couch. It was not a terribly comfortable piece of furniture. It had been in the palace for generations. The seamstresses just kept reupholstering it. She had hoped to find it gone when they liberated the palace from the Trade Federation, but no such luck.

They settled near each other, angled so that they were facing one another. She still held his hand.

Feeling the time had come for him to actually make a move Anakin lifted his hand and gently stroked her cheek. It was something he had witnessed his master do with Obi-Wan hundreds of times. "You are very beautiful."

Amidala actually flushed, "Thank you."

He returned the smile, somewhat bashfully, "You're welcome." Then he leaned forward and pressed their lips together. It was a brief kiss, but Amidala followed him as he pulled back, initiating another.


Obi-Wan had heard the phrase "kissed senseless" and it's many variations countless times. He had always considered it an exaggeration. Then he had been kissed by Qui-Gon Jinn. Now he knew the truth of that phrase. Knew it in his lips, his tongue, in every corner of his being. He groaned as Qui-Gon pulled back, chuckling. "You needn't be so damn pleased with yourself."

"What makes you think I'm pleased with myself?"

"That smirk for one thing. We both know you can turn me into a quivering blob of goo with that skillful mouth of yours. I think it's very bad form to gloat about it."

"A quivering blob of goo," Qui-Gon repeated as he pressed a hand against Obi-Wan's erection through his leggings. "This doesn't feel very goo like."

"It will by the time you're done with it."

"What makes you so sure?"



Feeling emboldened by their kisses, Anakin allowed his hand to slide from Amidala's shoulders, lightly brushing her breast. When she moved into the touch, he pressed his entire hand against it, feeling the hardening nipple under his palm, despite her clothes.

He moved his mouth to her neck, remembering the way Qui-Gon always seemed to win arguments with Obi-Wan just by kissing his neck. Amidala apparently liked the caress as much as Obi-Wan. She gasped Anakin's name.


"Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan groaned. That skillful mouth was now being applied to his chest. He lay on the bed, his tunic opened, Qui-Gon teasing a nipple with teeth and tongue. He tangled his hands in Qui-Gon hair, arching up into that mouth.


Anakin stroked a thumb across her nipple. Amidala responded by reaching up and undoing the topmost fastening of her shirt. She gazed directly into his eyes as she did so and Anakin was shaken by the offering implicit in her actions, and the love in her eyes.


Obi-Wan tugged on his lover's head, urging him upward. When Qui-Gon responded, he pressed his mouth to Qui-Gon's, kissing him hungrily. He rolled them over, straddling Qui-Gon's waist and pulling open his tunic.

His hands moved over that broad chest he knew as well, better, than his own. He knew the location of every scar, and its cause. The exact number of gray hairs mingled with brown. At first it had troubled him, this reminder that they would not be together forever, that death could still separate them. But one day he had realized that wherever Qui-Gon went, he would follow, eventually. Any separation would be temporary.

He forced the thoughts from his mind and concentrated on finding those spots, the ones he had come to know through years of lovemaking. Hands and mouth descended on the chest before him and Obi-Wan thought, rather smugly, that his former master was not the only skilled one.


Anakin held his breath as he reached out to touch a soft round breast. He slid his fingertips across the top, around the side. He knew his touch was so light it was almost not there, but he couldn't bring himself to use a firmer touch.

Amidala was watching him. He knew his reverence amused her. "I won't break, Anakin."

He moved his gaze from her flesh to her eyes. "I know." He smiled. "I seem to be saying that a lot tonight." His smile faded. "I just want to take my time. You are the angel I first took you for."

"I'm not an angel. I'm a person. Fallible. Don't put me on a pedestal."

"I'll try. But it is hard when you are so very beautiful." He leaned in for another kiss. The tenderness in it pulling at them both, making them wrap their arms around each other in a sudden need for closeness.


Having stripped off Qui-Gon's leggings, Obi-Wan knelt between his legs. With one hand he cupped his lover's testicles, with the other he encircled Qui-Gon's cock. He stroked slowly, carefully avoiding the place, the pressure, the speed he knew Qui-Gon most enjoyed.

It was not long before Qui-Gon was moaning his name. Obi-Wan smiled to himself and gently pushed back the foreskin that still partially covered the head of Qui-Gon's cock. The he licked. Quickly, briefly.

A long deep groan followed by the word please.

Obi-Wan looked up. Qui-Gon's head was tilted back, his eyes closed. His face showing nothing but pleasure, his Jedi serenity gone. It was in these moments that Obi-Wan felt he was truly seeing his beloved, seeing the man, not the Jedi Master. He lowered his head and surrounded the head of Qui-Gon's cock with his mouth, savoring the feel of him, the taste of him.


Anakin found that he was not the only one with a desire to explore. His tunic was half off. Amidala was kissing the center of his chest softly, her hand inching toward his leggings.

He gasped when she touched him. Even through his clothing the sensation was powerful. He couldn't prevent himself from arching into her hand.

"Don't hold back," she whispered, as she raised her mouth to his neck.

He responded by undoing the fastenings on her pants. When he tugged on them she obliged by lifting her hips so he could tug them down. He put a hand on her knee, moving it slowly up the inside of her thigh as she pulled him close for another kiss.


As expected, Qui-Gon stopped him before Obi-Wan was able to bring him to orgasm. Qui-Gon had a marked preference for simultaneous orgasms. Unless he is the one giving the orgasm, Obi-Wan thought. Sometimes the inequality bothered him. Sometimes it bothered him enough that he insisted Qui-Gon lie back and allow himself to be pleasured. But not tonight. Tonight he wanted together every bit as much as Qui-Gon. He supposed it was being here. The place where he had almost lost him. The place where Qui-Gon had almost died.

"Don't, love. Live in the moment."

"I need you. Fill me. Surround me."

"Yes, Obi-Wan. Oh, yes." Qui-Gon kissed him deeply, even as he reached for the lubricant.


Anakin's fingertips moved through the hair he had found between Amidala's legs. His mouth sucking softly on a nipple. She was groaning, spreading her legs farther apart. His finger lightly traced the place where her lips parted. He stroked again, going a little deeper this time. He had never imagined it would feel like this. She was so warm and moist and soft. He pulled back, drinking her in with his eyes. She was so beautiful. And she was his.


One part of his mind registered the fact that he was incoherent, but Obi-Wan didn't notice. He continued to groan, to beg, to say his lover's name over and over. Qui-Gon was moving inside him, slowly, exquisitely slowly. One arm was around Obi-Wan's waist, holding him tight against Qui-Gon's chest. His other hand encircled Obi-Wan's cock, holding it, the slow movement of their bodies providing all of the stroking Obi-Wan required.

He cherished every manner in which they made love, but this was his favorite. Nothing could compare to the feeling of Qui-Gon inside him, stretching him. Qui-Gon's bulk surrounding him.

He pushed back hard, silently urging Qui-Gon to move faster, harder, to take him, to fill him, to give him that which he most needed. Qui-Gon.


Anakin watched in amazement and joy as Amidala's fingers dug into his arms, her entire body convulsing. She was coming. He had actually done it. He had made her come.

As the shudders eased. He ceased the circles he had been making with his fingers, but he left them inside her.

"Oh, Ani," she whispered, resting her head against his shoulder.

Putting an arm around her shoulders, he squeezed. "I love you."

She smiled. "I love you, too." She kissed him softly. Then she reached for his leggings.

"You don't have to."

"I want to." Anakin lifted his hips and she pulled the leggings down to his knees. Then she circled his penis with her hand. Slowly she began to move it. Anakin didn't know which was more exciting the actual sensations she was creating or the knowledge that this was happening, that she was touching him. It only took a few strokes and he came. He was a little embarrassed by the sight of his own semen shooting into the air, landing on them both. But Amidala seemed to like it.

She smiled broadly. "I did it."

Not knowing what to say to that, Anakin just pulled her close, delighting in the way her skin felt against his.


"Did you sleep well?" Obi-Wan asked as the four of them settled around the table for breakfast.

"Very well, Knight Kenobi. Thank you for asking," Amidala replied smoothly. "And you?"

"Quite well, your Highness. Quite well. The beds here are remarkably comfortable."

"You know she always makes sure that you two get the sturdiest one in the palace, don't you?" Anakin asked.

"Padawan!" Qui-Gon scolded.

Amidala laughed. "It's true. I do make sure you get the sturdiest bed in the palace."

Obi-Wan grinned at Qui-Gon. "And you worried they were too young."