Tangled Webs: Act III
Disclaimer: Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace
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The dreams started almost immediately once the healers and Qui-Gon had
stopped putting him to sleep by the use of the Force. For the most part the
dreams were full of vague, shadowy images. It was rather like watching
clouds ghost over the moon, silver-gray wraiths without substance. But they
left such longings in their wake.
He could remember... some things. Everything up to just before his
thirteenth birthday. He remembered his mother and father as well as his
father's death and his mother's remarriage. He remembered his stepbrother
Owen and his stuffed Wookie. He remembered his name was Obi-Wan Kenobi but
his family used to call him by a pet name - Ben. Obi-Wan remembered being
chosen for the academy, his problems with his temper, his friend Bant and
his rival Bruck. But that was where the memories stopped.
The Healers said it was all right for him to know the basics of how
Master Qui-Gon took him as a Padawan. So, Master had told him about the
mission to Bandomeer and how it was Obi-Wan's courage and his ideals that
made Qui-Gon realize they were meant to be Padawan and Master... but Obi-Wan
still couldn't remember it himself.
Sometimes he would catch Master looking at him unguardedly. The emotions
that flitted across Qui-Gon's face in those moments, the feelings that
shadowed his eyes were so... confusing. It made Obi-Wan wonder what Qui-Gon
was hiding. What important things, really important things he couldn't
remember. Force above, as if losing his memory wasn't enough! Why couldn't
he remember? What was stopping him?
Groaning in frustration, Obi-Wan threw off the thin sheet that covered
him. He couldn't sleep for hours after a dream, and he had long since
stopped trying to force himself back to sleep.
Wandering out of the ocean-side cottage he shared with his Master,
Obi-Wan breathed in the salt-tang of the air as he watched ghost clouds
chase over the moon. The peaceful sound of ocean swells breaking on the sand
filled him with serenity.
This whole island was a haven of serenity. There were lush tropical
forests, balmy days and cool nights laden with the scent of tropical
night-blooming flowers. There were green mountains and silver sand beaches.
Waterfalls with hidden grottos and gentle streams. All of it surrounded by
the crystal green Sellonian sea. The Healing complex was a series of
unobtrusive buildings made of ancient stone and covered with vegetation.
There were little cottages that dotted the island at intervals, for the
recovering. At the moment Obi-Wan and his Master were the only people on the
island save the Healers, so they had the run of the place.
But none of it seemed to help him, Obi-Wan thought in frustration. They'd
been here two weeks and still nothing. The swelling was gone; the wound was
healed. Even his Master's wound was gone, and that was by far the more
grievous one. So why couldn't Obi-Wan remember? All the Healers would tell
him was that these things take time. The Force worked as it saw fit. If
Obi-Wan heard one more platitude, he'd scream. Their comforting words were
anything but comforting!
"Why can't I remember?" he whispered, anguished. There was
something... just beyond his grasp. An intangible something that preyed on
his mind. A... connection he needed to remember. It called to him, just like
the siren song of the ocean. It lured him towards... Master Qui-Gon.
A low moan from his Master's room had Obi-Wan spinning and moving towards
the sound without a thought. Qui-Gon needed him.
The veranda doors of Qui-Gon's room were open. The gauzy white curtains
billowed like phantoms in the breeze. He could just make out his Master's
shifting form through the thin material. Qui-Gon seemed to be tossing and
moving as if caught in the throes of some dream. Instinct took over, and
Obi-Wan reached out thoughtlessly to touch his mind to his Master's through
their bond. He wanted to soothe Qui-Gon's troubled sleep. But before he
could complete the connection...
"Ohhhh... my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon moaned. His large hands moved
restlessly over his chest, almost caressingly. Obi-Wan started at the sound,
the almost raw desire that colored Qui-Gon's voice. What was his Master
Slipping onto Qui-Gon's dream, Obi-Wan slipped into a memory... a memory
of himself and Qui-Gon. An intimate and erotic memory of himself and Qui-Gon.
"Ohhhh, right there, Obi... Force that feels good!" Qui-Gon
moaned in pleasure. Strong, agile fingers worked on a particularly tense
set of muscles in Qui-Gon's shoulder blades.
"I warned you on Gaelon that going against the Council's orders
would not be a good idea, Master," Obi-Wan gently reminded as he
worked on the tormented back that was directly in front of him. The hot
water of the large tub they were soaking in had helped to loosen the too
tense Jedi Master so that the massage could properly work all the knots
"Stop chiding, Obi. Those people needed help despite what we
were told. They were being blackmailed by their own government officials
into smuggling spice, and when they were caught, the officials just
confiscated their goods anyway."
"I agree that they needed help, Master; I just disagree with
the manner in which you decided to help them. You realize we started a
civil war, don't you?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Yes, love, I realize what we did. Thank you for supporting me
with the Council despite your disagreement over my methods."
Obi-Wan stopped working on the now sufficiently loosened muscles of
his Master and wrapped his arms around Qui-Gon's waist. "You are my
Master, my love, my lover and my life-bonded. I will always support you
even if I don't always agree with you," Obi-Wan informed him, wearing
his emotions out in the open for Qui-Gon to see.
Moving Qui-Gon's hair out of the way, Obi-Wan placed petal soft
kisses on the sensitive skin he'd exposed, worshipping the flesh of the
man he adored. Shivers began to chase up and down Qui-Gon's spine, and he
pressed firmly back into the chest of his life-mate. "Mmmmm... I
don't deserve you, you know," Qui-Gon sighed happily.
"No, you don't," Obi-Wan teased. "Luckily for you,
though, I deserve a wonderful, noble, loving, stubborn, maverick,
roguish Jedi Master - so you're stuck with me."
"Bratling," Qui-Gon growled as he turned suddenly, sending
waves of water sluicing over the sides of the tub and capturing Obi-Wan's
mouth, ravishing it into docility.
Qui-Gon... please, Obi-Wan begged, projecting luscious images
of Qui-Gon taking him there in the bath.
Qui-Gon's breath caught. He was a man truly blessed. His life-mate
was as adventurous sexually as he was circumspect on his missions. And
Qui-Gon loved to explore his mischievous bratling's fantasies to the
fullest, as they were both rewarded with unbelievable pleasure.
This is what you really want, beloved? he asked, just to make
sure. The last thing he would ever do was hurt his Obi-Wan.
Yes, Qui-Gon, oh yes, came the intoxicating mental caress.
Obi-Wan broke off the mind numbing kiss and turned, crossing his arms on
the tub edge and using them as a pillow. His hips were thrust out and back
invitingly and his legs slightly spread.
"Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon sighed out loud. He never failed to be
moved by the sight of his love's strong, agile body. It was as close to
perfect as one could get.
Qui-Gon reached for the bottle of bath oil they had used to scent
the water and poured a liberal dose into his hand to warm it. He let it
trickle between Obi-Wan's firm cheeks, admiring the way the taut globes of
flesh tensed and relaxed. He slowly pushed a large, blunt tipped finger
into Obi-Wan, sliding it back and forth slowly, preparing his lover. A
second finger was added, and he began to scissor them back and forth,
rotating the fingers slightly. Obi-Wan began to moan, a soft, needy sound
that spiced the moist air of the bathing room. Qui-Gon added a third
finger, still scissoring and rotating his fingers while every so often
brushing them against the sensitive nub of nerves that made up Obi-Wan's
Master, please! Obi-Wan whimpered mentally as he thrust back
on those maddeningly gentle fingers.
"Out loud, my Obi-Wan, say my name out loud," Qui-Gon
demanded, knowing how much Obi-Wan secretly loved saying Qui-Gon's given
name at times like this and how much he loved hearing Obi-Wan use it. Qui-Gon
grasped Obi-Wan's erection and began to stroke it in counterpoint to his
invading fingers, causing ice-fire to race along Obi-Wan's hypersensitive
nerves, so intense was the pleasure.
"Qui-Gon, please! No more teasing..." Obi-Wan panted
softly. He wanted Qui-Gon inside of him when he came, and Obi-Wan was so
close to the edge he could almost taste it!
"No more teasing, love. I promise." Placing the tip of his
straining cock against Obi-Wan's well-prepared anus, Qui-Gon slowly,
gently sheathed himself in the tight, oiled heat of his life-mate's body.
"Ohhhh yessss," Obi-Wan moaned erotically, moving back and
forth, impaling himself first on the spear of Qui-Gon's erection then
thrusting himself into Qui-Gon's fist.
"No ,Obi. Tonight I do all the work," Qui-Gon murmured
possessively, stilling his lover's movements with a firm grasp on Obi-Wan's
Qui-Gon began to move slowly at first, a slight, shallow motion
meant to whet their appetites and push them towards greater need. Obi-Wan
moaned and begged and pleaded for more, his language becoming more coarse
and descriptive as he was further aroused. Gone was the controlled,
deferential young man that was his student. In the student's place was a
writhing, sensual, carnal man whom Qui-Gon could never get enough of. His
Obi-Wan was out of control. It was a truly erotic sight.
Qui-Gon's hips and hand began a fast rhythm that soon turned into a
pounding staccato of thrusts as his passion for his Obi-Wan pushed him
beyond his limits. Qui-Gon made sure to brush the tip of his cock against
Obi-Wan's prostate with each inward thrust even as his left hand pumped
the younger man's erection with a firm grip. His right hand dug into the
lean flesh of Obi-Wan's hip, unknowingly leaving a bruise behind, so great
was Qui-Gon's need.
"Yes, yes, yes... Harder... Oh Gods... QUI-GON!"
Obi-Wan screamed out ferociously as he shuddered and came harder than ever
"Obi-Wan... my Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon gasped as his life-mate's
inner muscles clamped down hard on Qui-Gon's thrusting cock, milking the
steely flesh. Qui-Gon bit down hard on his lip and orgasmed powerfully,
sending streaming jets of his life essence into the body of his beloved
Collapsing onto Obi-Wan's back, Qui-Gon tried to gather his wits
about him as he hugged his Life-bonded tightly to him. "Ohhhh... my
Obi-Wan snapped back into his own mind with an almost violent intensity
and quickly returned to his rooms, more confused than ever. He and Qui-Gon
were lovers? Life-mates? They were life-bonded, and neither Qui-Gon nor the
healers thought to share that important little fact with him? What else were
they hiding, he wondered angrily.
Pacing back and forth like a caged tybar, Obi-Wan at last reached his
breaking point. He couldn't breathe; he couldn't stay here a moment longer.
Throwing on a pair of breeches, loose shirt, his boots and his robe, Obi-Wan
quickly left the cottage. He needed to get away, to sort out his seething
thoughts and emotions. The sighing waves beckoned him on.
Obi-Wan had been wandering for the better part of the night, but still
his emotions boiled and ate at him. He'd walked halfway around the island to
the landing strip and still the answer, the memories refused to come.
Sighing, he sat down where the sand of the beach gave way to the hardened
earth of the landing area and emptied his mind. He sat there, simply being,
watching the transports come and go. Perhaps he was trying too hard. Slowly,
without realizing it, Obi-Wan slipped into slumber and began to dream once
more. Disjointed dreams full of pain and rejection.
"I take Anakin as my Padawan Learner." He doesn't want me any
more. "There is nothing else I can teach Obi-Wan." Maybe
Life-bonds aren't meant to last forever "The Council will decide
Anakin's fate; that should be enough for you. Now get on board." He
doesn't love me anymore... Oh... It hurts. I want to die... Jerking
awake, a cry of denial on his lips, Obi-Wan tried to figure out where he
was. He was at the landing strip and... He remembered! "I remember
everything!" Obi-Wan breathed. He remembered... Qui-Gon dying and him
being given a choice by the Ancestors. He remembered... "Oh Force... he
took another Padawan; he didn't want me anymore... he... He doesn't need me
anymore." There was a burning behind his eyes, and the back of Obi-Wan's
throat ached with the need to scream at his loss.
No! Enough self-pity. He doesn't want me any more, and the Council
doesn't think I'm ready for my Trials. Well, I'll make it easier on
everyone. Standing and quickly surveying the landing strip, the
heart-sore Jedi made his decision. He quickly made his way to a nearby
transport, preparing to leave. If neither the Jedi nor his life-bonded...
former life-bonded, he amended painfully, wanted him, so be it. "I'm
out of here."
Qui-Gon's dreams had started out pleasantly enough, even if they were a
little frustrating sexually. He was with his Obi-Wan, and all was right in
his world. Then... disjointed dreams of Qui-Gon taking Anakin as his Padawan,
rejecting Obi-Wan, denying their love and their life-bond. Feelings of pain
and rejection and despair so deep he wanted to die. And the thought that
maybe life-bonds aren't meant to last forever...
"Obi-Wan!" Bolting up in bed, Qui-Gon reached out for his
life-mate's mind, in spite of what the healers had warned. Obi-Wan was
remembering at last and was hurting. Qui-Gon needed to touch his mind to his
love's - to reassure Obi-Wan that he was loved, that a life-bond, their
life-bond would last forever... but he felt nothing. Obi-Wan wasn't in their
quarters; he wasn't on the island; he wasn't even on the planet. Obi-Wan was
"No! Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon cried out in grief and rage. Obi-Wan
had left him. "You promised to never leave me..." he whispered
into the night. "I will find you, love... no matter how long it takes.
I will find you, and somehow I will prove to you, convince you that we are