Chapter 2
"Master!" Obi-wan's voice cracked in astonishment as he was shoved with extreme force into the side of the compact speeder. One large hand clamped his throat and held it's relentless pressure for a few more seconds until it was snatched back and replaced with a gentler grip on his shoulder.
"Obi-wan," His tone was coarse, as if his life had just been threatened. "You startled me." While Qui-gon's extensive body retreated back into his own seat, Obi-wan thought; wasn't it next to impossible to startle a Jedi Master?
"I…I," Having the massive and lethal Qui-gon Jinn unexpectedly leap out at you from darkness was a rather disconcerting experience. Needless to say, the poor Padawan was fairly shaken. "Sorry?" The confused apology seemed to go unnoticed.
By the light of the blue moon spilling into the cave, he could see the older Jedi trembling fiercely, and he very much doubted that it was as a result of the cold. Reaching out to him through their bond, Obi-wan searched for anything amiss and he was instantly assaulted by nearly overwhelming emotions and impulses. He only contracted an insignificant dosage of his master's actual state before shields slammed up and eliminated any trace of the previous mental activity.
"Master, what's wrong?" The query was timid.
"Dammit, Obi-wan! Be quiet and let me think!" He hissed and slammed his clenched fist down. Fear sluggishly seeped into Obi-wan's bones; this was not like his master, not at all. Finally after what seemed like eons Qui-gon growled, "Get out."
"What?"
"I said leave, for your own sake and for mine. Quickly!" Eventhough they were harsh, fragility was in his words. "Did you hear me? GET OUT!"
Obi-wan didn't move.
"You… don't understand… I… I can't!" Every syllable seemed to be a challenge.
"Master you need my help and I will not abandon your side while you still do."
"Please go!" he beseeched. "Please…"
"No." Because of his master's erratic behaviour, Obi-wan had to assume that by some horrible mischance the older man must have obtained some peculiar planetary disease, which was exactly why his master couldn't be left alone to suffer further. Soothingly he touched his mentor's vibrating arm, but was rejected and flung away coldly.
"Don't touch me!" Qui-gon forced out between clenched teeth.
"It's the only way I can help you. Now – "This time he skimmed his fingers over the older man's greying temple, attempting to locate the root of the issue.
Qui-gon struck him. Hard.
Obi-wan raised a hand to the flaming crimson mark on his bare cheek in disbelief and shock, but its sting wasn't nearly as bad as the one in his heart. Fine. If the old bastard wanted to be left alone then Obi-wan would indulge him.
With a touch of a button he opened the cockpit and arose to leave, but was impeded by an iron hand wrapping around his wrist and yanking him back down into a harsh hot mouth.
Eyes wide he froze, not knowing what to do. What was Qui-gon doing? Eventually, after being poked in the thigh, it became clear. He was going to get raped; his master was going to rape him. Obi-wan had his doubts that this would only lead to kisses and caresses – not with the way Qui-gon was behaving. Self-preservation instincts kicked in and he began to struggle. No matter how hard he pushed away though, Qui-gon hardly even budged. If anything, he moved closer, bit harder, and breathed louder.
Breaking away his bruised mouth, Obi-wan gasped for air and whimpered, "No Master! Qui-gon Please!" But this man or demon, who was hell-bent on taking him, was not his mentor. All of his training and coherent thought left him with nothing to defend himself. Sith! Everything he head learned so far had come from this man who was now biting his jaw and ripping open his tunics.
Abruptly Qui-gon broke away, giving his Padawan the opportunity to strike him and jump back. The pain didn't penetrate whatever darkness his master lurked in however, but only seemed to intensify the horrible gleam in his eyes. A callused hand nabbed the waistband of his trousers and tore the durable fabric like tissue paper. Completely exposed from the waist down, Obi-wan scrambled for the edge of the still open cockpit, but was yet again dragged back down.
"Mine…" a ruthless growl escaped those lips. And then Obi-wan knew that there was nothing that he, a seventeen year old Padawan learner, could do against a full grown Jedi Master. He surrendered his body and attempted to retreat his mind into the Force.
He did not resist when his master groped him around the waist, flipped him around and pulled him into a pair of trouser encased thighs. There was fumbling near his rear and then the disclosed skin of his buttocks met with the bare skin of Qui-gon's loins. The older man's arousal was painfully evident as it eased its way between Obi-wan's cleft to the opening of his body.
Just before shoving through, Qui-gon hesitated, his whole body trembling. Obi-wan's fists clenched the spongy material of the speeder's seat and his eyes squeezed shut. Just get it over with, his whole body implored. But instead of being sordidly penetrated, as Obi-wan anticipated with dread, his master averted his softening organ and receded.
"What am I doing?" a mortified whisper echoed in Obi-wan's unhearing ears.
