*Warning* This a violent and sexually explicit body of work. If you are a minor or are easily offended, please do not continue reading.

Okay, this is bad. Those of you who know me in quasi-real life know that I usually shy away from doing fanfiction. I've seen too many good authors squirrel away their talent for few lauds and even less money. But I did this one, because a friend had me read a yaoi (go look it up, it's like hentai but more penetration) with the Phantom Menace jedi that she liked very much -- and I knew I could do better than. So I did. So here it is. I don't know why I'm posting it, but I am. Just read. Once again, porn with little to no plot. Enjoy, for those of you that like this kind of stuff. }:)

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JEDI OF THE FALL

by The Vault

The note was crumpled in his palm as he stood on the neatly manicured lawns of the Jedi Counsel Hall. "Come to the place between the oaks, in the gardens," it had read, in familiar and beloved strokes. "You know where I am."

Yes, he knew. Obi-Wan lifted his well-shaped head, nostrils flaring slightly as if to scent the brisk, cool evening breeze. Then he started off across the fields, towards the surrounding forested area. He passed other Jedi apprentices and knights with barely a nod to acknowledge their greetings -- if they noticed the unseemly hurry to his steps, they made no point of it.

What's he up to now? the young man thought with mixed traces of apprehension and irritation. Qui-Gon often left little notes with orders and no explanations on the desk in Obi-Wan's room. The last time he had made Obi-Wan watch birds for nearly three hours. The time before that, it had been specimen hunting for insects. He could only imagine what dull, boring thing was planned for his enjoyment today. Considering the rest of his time as Qui-Gon's padawan, it was strange that he would arrange these little meaningless outings.

And yet his pace quickened as he left the more populated areas. Still, time alone with Qui-Gon was precious. Qui-Gon's mind would be on birds or bugs or plants or some other thing -- and so Obi-Wan's mind could be on *Qui-Gon*. In private he could become absorbed in watching his teacher, unafraid that others would see and wonder, able to drink him in and thereby quench the thirst of need inside him.

When had this need begun? Only a few months ago, really. When his padawan training had begun, Obi-Wan had been several years prepubescent, and Qui-Gon had been to him a solemn yet gentle instructor, steadfast in praise and support, his discipline never harsher than necessary. When his body began to mature, Qui-Gon had explained to him in a clinical, straightforward fashion about the changes he would go through in becoming a man and how this would affect his sense of the Force. As Obi-Wan had claimed more and more of his own strength in the Force, guiding his life towards the capable, wise and just Jedi Knight he was determined to be, Qui-Gon seemed to change. Now he treated Obi-Wan as a partner and equal, becoming playful with him in seeming attempts to crack the "proper" fasode Obi-Wan was trying so determinedly to form. In times like those, more than Obi-Wan's pride would start to shatter and he would hold back the urge to catch up his teacher's hands, pull him close, and silence those teasing lips with a kiss. He remembered the morning he had woken up, his groin wet with the power of his dream and his mind full with his Master's body -- finally realizing what he had been aching for all these years since coming of age... He hadn't stopped his private yearning since.

Obi-Wan came back to the present abruptly to discover his legs pistoning, his lungs panting. Painfully self-conscious, he slowed himself to a more decorous stride.

*Such haste, for only your teacher? I'm touched,* said a wry voice out of nowhere, sounding inside his head, taking him completely by surprise. Obi-Wan scanned the surrounding area, and saw a flash of white in the tangle of green, about twenty strides away from the lonely path he had followed.

"Just anxious to see what you had planned for me today, Master," he huffed as he started into the luxurious growth of vines, treading a nearly invisible trail into the clearing.

"After all this time I hardly think of myself as your 'Master' anymore, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said out loud in a more conventional form of communication. "Your training is nearly complete."

Qui-Gon's attire as Obi-Wan came into the protected glenn took him quite by surprise. The Jedi Knight was sitting on his outer robe on the thick grass, having stripped down to his waist. His full mane of grey-streaked brown hair was pulled back from his face, in a wrist-thick braid that reached to his shoulderblades. Obi-Wan hadn't realized it had gotten so long. The older man had apparently been jogging as well, for the curly hairs on his chest and abdomen were dewed with beads of sweat on this temperate day.

Obi-Wan swallowed his heart back down to its proper place, willing the sight of his mentor in such a casual state to have no affect on him. No such luck, but at least he could feign composure as he removed his own robe and spread it out beside Qui-Gon's.

"You're probably wondering why I summoned you here, today," Qui-Gon said, an emotion in his voice that Obi-Wan could only call melancholy.

"Yes, I had wondered," he admitted softly. The wind brushed through the trees again, stirring his hair and raising goosepimples through his thin tunic. Qui-Gon leaned back and stretched out on his robe, folding his hands behind his head and gazing up at the sky.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know why I called you here either." He paused, shutting his eyes for a long moment. "I guess I just wanted to spend some time with you, when the season is so beautiful."

"Summer?" Obi-Wan asked in a voice that hesitated and broke, then cursed himself silently for such an idiot question.

"No, Obi-Wan. Reach out and feel it in the plants and the earth around you. The summer has broken and the sap has turned. These are the first few days of fall."

It was as if a window had opened in his mind. Obi-Wan could suddenly feel the change, marveled at having not seen it before. Qui-Gon continued, his eyes still closed.

"It is not the same, between the summer and the fall. In the spring, life caresses the earth and brings everything into bloom. In summer the urge to grow increases as the sun pounds the ground...everything is frantic to speed the cycle along. In winter the soil is deathly quiet as the Force retreats deep into the roots, awaiting its rebirth. But in autumn..."

He sighed, and Obi-Wan felt a twinge in his gut, desire so strong and demanding that it filled his sight with a pink haze.

"In autumn, the world begins to get sleepy," Qui-Gon continued in a near whisper. "The little things, the warm, furred things, they curl up in the ground, their bellies full for their long rest. The wind is chill and bracing, bearing the scent of snow on its breath... The green on the trees fades ever so slightly, the leaves prepared for their slow but peaceful deaths, the humour within them sinking to the roots, protected there. And the Force, as abundant and vibrant as ever, draws closer to the deep part of things. You can feel it, within the ground, so close and yet so distant. As the world sleeps we still walk it, points of bright awareness on a slumbering soil. It's beautiful... so peaceful." He shifted on the ground, melding with the Force of which he spoke, an anxious being cradled in its serenity.

Obi-Wan gazed on his Master, frankly and unafraid. The silence grew until he almost thought he could hear his heart as it broke in this exquisite beauty, the sound a fine crystal goblet makes when shattered by a thoughtless, unknowing hand. Qui-Gon dozed in the light of the sinking sun, apparently in no discomfort from the chilly breeze. His face was calm and unlined, his head resting on his powerful arms. Spread out before Obi-Wan was the fit, capable body of his teacher... the broad, muscled chest, the taut flesh of his abdomen encircled by the band of his thin, loose trousers. The fabric of his pants lay over the rise of his crotch, concealing and revealing to Obi-Wan the parts of a man meant for pleasure. His powerful legs continued from there, ending in long, narrow, somehow delicate-looking bare feet.

Now Obi-Wan was warmed -- by the pulse in his groin and his chest. He forced his body still, pushed the arousal back down into the hidden, private places of his mind, made himself to casually stretch out beside his teacher and assume the same position. If this kind of closeness was all he could ever have, he must treasure it, and be satisfied.

The ground seemed to envelope him, his head light with dizziness. When he opened his eyes, the trees seemed to spin and dance, so he kept them closed. A rising wind caught the first few dead leaves and scattered them over his abdomen momentarily, then blew them away.

But one light pressure remained.

His eyelids fluttered. There was warm breath on the underside of the arm closest to his Master. He went rigid with desire, disbelief, and dismay all at once.

*You are a torment to me, my Padawan,* the voice said in his mind, as quiet and hopeless as the grave. *I have watched you from the time you were a young boy, and hated myself. I have come so close to losing the Light because of this emotion in me... for you.*

Obi-Wan, not daring to believe the evidence of that implacable voice, kept his eyes closed and struggled not to move. Anything could scare his Master -- his beloved -- at this moment.

*You,* Qui-Gon continued, torturing himself with his confession. *You with your perfect limbs, your well-shaped form. You with your exquisite, beautiful, intelligent mind, your passionate heart. You, in my eyes -- in my head! Day after day, and no peace but meditation, no water for my fires...*

The long, graceful hand on Obi-Wan's abdomen spasmed.

*I've waited from the time you were a boy too young to understand until this very hour, wanting you so very badly. I had managed to hide it all, from everyone -- including myself. And now... it's been seven and a half months to the day. For seven and a half months you've come into my presence smelling of arousal, perfumed with the scent of your pleasures. Nothing helps me now. I have no peace. The worst has happened. I have dared to dream again and again that you think of me when you--*

The thought broke off. Qui-Gon caught his breath aloud, overcome by the image. Willing himself to be still, Obi-Wan focused his senses and breathed in, tasting on the wind a new and welcome fragrance -- the scent of his Master.

*Please... I cannot help it any longer,* he pleaded, his mind-voice broken and utterly defenseless. *I know it is wrong. But I cannot live any longer without knowing for sure. Please tell me. Tell me that I'm not an old fool deluding myself into forcing unwanted attentions on the one that I love most of all...*

Obi-Wan opened his eyes, looked at his Master. Qui-Gon's head was bent, his eyes averted, waiting for his condemnation. The hand on his abdomen was shaking.

*Look at me,* Obi-Wan ordered, in the closest and most intimate form of mind-touch, his voice implacable. His deep blue eyes met the brilliant green ones of his teacher, bright with unshed tears. Obi-Wan reached down into that secret, terrifying place inside himself, bringing up his longing, his love, his lust, his tenderness, his desire -- feeling more ancient than the stars. He let all those emotions build to a crescendo, an overshadowing wave, and brought them crashing down into the mind of his Master, his heart's highest desire.

Qui-Gon gasped, utterly broken, unable to vocalize more than a torn sob as Obi-Wan took him in his arms and held him closely, fiercely. The world waltzed around them both, the leaves dancing and falling, the sun's setting embracing. Qui-Gon clung to him like a child. The heat and pressure of his hands burned Obi-Wan, making him gasp -- and the sudden brush of Qui-Gon's lips against the sensitive flesh of his throat took his breath away.

Qui-Gon's hunger was overpowering, dizzying, as he pressed his mouth over his lover's pulse. He felt the young man's body spasm in his grip, felt the flood of disbelief and pleasure through the bond even now strengthening between them. His fingers twined in Obi-Wan's short-cropped hair. His other hand slid down to his hip, not yet daring to touch the places he longed to caress.

Obi-Wan forced himself to breathe. A swift and powerful erection had arisen between his thighs, brushing his Master's side, tingling as the rough feel of the fabric rubbed over his sensitive glans.

*I cannot speak it!* Qui-Gon exclaimed in his mind, embracing him as if terrified he would suddenly vanish. *I have hidden it for so long, I cannot say it!*

*You will,* Obi-Wan promised, his mindvoice deep with passion. *You will... my beloved.*

A growl started deep in Qui-Gon's throat. Blindly questing, he pressed his lips against the line of Obi-Wan's jaw, the point of his chin, and then found his mouth and kissed him deeply. Obi-Wan heard the noise of fabric tearing, and suddenly the chill evening breeze found his bare chest. He turned in Qui-Gon's grip to face him, and was confronted with a hardness, the bulge of his Master's own erection rubbing against his abdomen.

*My Padawan... My Obi-Wan... My little one...* Qui-Gon groaned, the alliteration seeming to rouse his mind back to some semblance of intelligent thought. He opened his eyes and looked deeply into those beautiful ocean blue orbs. With one arm still cradling his young lover close, he used the other hand to wrap Obi-Wan's robe around him. The evening was turning quite cool, and he wanted him to be comfortable... more comfortable than ever.

Gazes still locked, Qui-Gon explored him with a reverent, slow hand. His chest, with its lean muscles and its curly blond fur, his hard nipples. He ran his fingertips down the young man's abdomen, over rocky sinew and soft velvety flesh, felt him arch his back in response. Then he dared, to his lover's silent urging, to undo the front of Obi-Wan's trousers and reach inside.

*Oh gods,* Obi-Wan moaned, and caught his lip between his perfect teeth. Qui-Gon's hand encircled his long shaft, a warm pressure with seeking fingers. He rubbed the ridge of his glans, circled his tip with the pad of his thumb and was rewarded with a short burst of slick pre-ejaculate. The forest was silent but for the wind and Obi-Wan's harsh gasps; the glenn around them became warm, filled with the scent of sex. The teacher fondled his testicles, tight with need, and stroked his length with a moist warmth that Obi-Wan imagined was his secret places... it was too much. Obi-Wan placed his hand above Qui-Gon's, pinched and squeezed his tip as the older man milked him -- and felt his orgasm boil up from within. He pulled Qui-Gon close, his teeth closing gently around the other man's ear when he allowed himself to come, moaning and gasping as he filled his palm. With his eyes closed in bliss he could feel it when Qui-Gon disengaged his grip so tenderly and guided Obi-Wan's hand to his mouth, his rough moist tongue licking it clean.

Obi-Wan, however, still burned. A single pleasure was not enough to quench the desire he had held back for so long -- so he was not dismayed when he felt Qui-Gon unfasten his own trousers, felt the heat of his erect penis against the base of his own shrinking member. Qui-Gon moved just the tiniest bit, rubbing his head in his lover's pubic hair and trembling at the sensation it made.

*Ask it,* Obi-Wan ordered again, as implacable as before. He had never seen his Master so meek before, but this was definitely a special occasion.

*Would you open for me?* Qui-Gon whispered as if afraid of his request, or of the reply.

*Now and forever,* Obi-Wan promised, and turned over in his Master's embrace, facing away from him. Qui-Gon's arms closed around him tightly as his penis, wet with sweat and anticipation, found his way between the young Jedi's thighs. His searching movement became more urgent as Obi-Wan favored his mentor with a picture from his fantasies of just such a union. He braced against Qui-Gon's thrust, willing himself to iris for him, and within a moment they were joined. Now Qui-Gon's fire burned inside him, thrumming against a spot deep within that immediately reawoke his erection. His Master pulled back slowly, very slowly, and pushed back in, stroking that spot again, sending spikes of ecstasy to Obi-Wan's mind.

*Oh gods,* it was Qui-Gon's turn to gasp. *You are so much more than I had ever dreamed. You overwhelm me. There are no words to describe...* His hand found Obi-Wan's new erection -- instead of gripping the super-sensitive flesh he stroked it with gentle fingertips, careful not to hurt him.

The tug of war continued. Sweat dewed in their hair, fluid of exertion and arousal. Obi-Wan had never felt so utterly possessed, so absolutely secure ever before in his life. Qui-Gon's arm was like an iron bar across his chest -- he hugged it to him, conveying to the other man in body and in mind the depth of his love for him. At once through the bond he was lover and beloved, piercing and pierced, as large as the universe and as small as a child in his grasp.

*Are you ready, my cherished one?* Qui-Gon asked, bare seconds later, his breathing ragged.

*I've been ready,* he answered tartly through a mist of his own impending orgasm. *Seven and a half months exactly, you said.*

Qui-Gon chuckled in the back of his throat -- a throat raw from hoarse, low cries -- and stopped stroking him, instead splaying his palm on Obi-Wan's tight abdomen and pressing inward. The two men discovered it at the exact same second: Qui-Gon could feel through his lover's belly each thrust he made. Both concentrated and reached within each other. A deep sensation of joy and homecoming in his soul, Qui-Gon let go, pouring out every last drop of his semen, draining himself to the dregs in his love for his Padawan. The warmth, the sensation of being filled, the tickle of Qui-Gon's little death against his prostate triggered his own orgasm and with relief he spilled his seed over Qui-Gon's hand and his own abdomen.

Tired but at peace they clung to each other, reluctant to physically disengage although the bond in their mind could never be broken. Qui-Gon held his Padawan especially closely, calmly knowing someday that death would separate them and that Obi-Wan would have to go on -- his destiny would carry him many miles and many years before it would let him rest, even in death. Qui-Gon would savor each day with his love until the last, however. He would sleep in his own winter with all the peace of his fall.

*I love you, my only one,* Qui-Gon said, then cleared his throat and tried it again, aloud. "I love you, Obi-Wan."

"I knew you could say it," Obi-Wan chided gently in a tired, satiated voice. "My everything. I love you so."

The autumn turned, the sun set, but the glenn was lit by moon and the stars -- and the glow of love eternal.