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A Rain of Tears
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,409
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Rain
Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, longing to continue watching the show, but turned, feeling that he could no longer intrude on such an obviously private meeting. Just as his hand reached to touch the pad, however, there was a flurry of movement behind him, and arms encircled his waist.
“Leaving so soon,” Mace Windu’s voice breathed wetly into his left ear, and a shiver went down the younger man’s body.
“We’ve been waiting for you, Obi,” Janna’s voice came from his other side, even as she appeared in his line of vision, braintails twitching with restrained desire. Mace chuckled in Obi-Wan’s ear, the sound deep and rich.
“She does look luscious, doesn’t she, Obi-Wan,” the elder male Jedi’s voice was indecently provocative, sending a chill down Kenobi’s spine. “She desires you, Obi, and she is not the only one.” A long, thick erection was pressed into Obi-Wan’s back to prove the point.
“What brought this on, exactly?” Obi-Wan’s tone was polite, even frigid, as he struggled to bring himself under control. He couldn’t afford to let go…he was so close to falling apart, that if he let go now, he would completely shatter.
“We’ve been watching you, Obi,” Janna pressed herself up against the ginger-haired Jedi. “Mace and I have seen how you’ve been withdrawing into yourself for months now.” The Healer’s pale violet eyes were unusually dark with concern. Obi-Wan found himself stricken dumb. They had noticed? Panic clawed at his throat, and he began trembling. Mace’s arms tightened around him even as he gathered himself together to flee. “Obi?” Janna caressed his face tenderly. “You don’t have to worry. We’ve got you. Mace and I are here to help you. You’re not…you’re not well.”
Those dreaded words broke Obi-Wan’s control, and he went limp in Mace Windu’s grasp. As soon as the older Jedi loosened his hold in order to adjust his grip, the younger Master was away. His frightened flight was intercepted, however, when Janna grabbed hold of him. Terror descended like a fog over Obi-Wan’s mind, and awareness fled in the face of sheer, unbridled, terrified instinct. When next he came to himself, Kenobi found himself flat on his back on the practice mats, the warm weight of a body lying across his legs.
“He is back with us,” Janna’s voice came from his feet, and Obi realized that she was holding him down. “Obi-Wan? Are you alright?”
It was not until he opened his eyes that Obi-Wan discovered they had been shut. Mace Windu looked down at him, brown eyes wary, but filled with concern. Upon seeing his former teacher’s expression, the younger man turned his face away in shame, unwanted tears burning the backs of his eyelids.
“Obi-Wan? What is it that burns within you so deeply that you cannot look your friends in the face?” Mace’s voice was confused, and extremely concerned. “Obi-Wan, look at me.” The command in his tone was clear.
“I can’t,” Obi-Wan’s voice was hoarse with emotion. “Please, do not force me to…”
“Force you to do what?” Mace was puzzled. “Obi, we weren’t going to compel you to lay with us. Is that what had you so frightened? By the Force, we would not!” The elder Jedi’s face was suddenly full of fury. “Did someone else do that to you?”
“No,” Obi-Wan whispered. “I never…no one else did that to me. Why…why are you doing this? What are you doing?”
Janna chuckled as she shifted on his legs, her breasts rubbing against his tightening leggings. “Has it been so long since you last had carnal relations with someone, Obi? We’re seducing you, of course.” Her eyes softened. “We want to provide you with much needed warmth, Obi. You’ve grown so cold over the last few months, ever since Qui-Gon died…” her voice trailed off as Obi-Wan’s entire body stiffened at his dead master’s name.
“Oh, Obi-Wan,” Mace’s voice was filled with compassionate sadness. “We all ignored your grief in favor of our own, didn’t we? The senior Jedi, old friends and acquaintances of Qui-Gon that we were, never stopped to think that perhaps his apprentice would be grieving deeper than even ourselves.” Obi-Wan clenched his eyes shut tighter in an effort to stop the burning tears from spilling. “Cry, Obi-Wan; let your grief go. You have kept it pent up for too long.” Mace’s large hands cradled Obi’s head in a tender gesture reminiscent of the younger Jedi’s dead Master. It was the final straw. The dam broke, and Obi-Wan’s tears flowed.
Great sobs shook his wiry frame, and his fellow Jedi suddenly realized just how emaciated the grieving man was. Obviously, he had been neglecting his own meals in his distracted state. Mace nodded for Janna to remove her weight from the grieving young man, and gathered the slender body into his arms. Tenderly, the older Jedi soothed quivering shoulders and back, signaling to the Twi’lek to join him in the embrace. For many minutes, Obi-Wan wept, first forward into the bosom of the Healer, then back into the shoulder of the senior Jedi. When at last the tremors of grief began to still, the soothing hands began to wander in a more sensual manner.
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AN: (grins) Obi-torture! Yay! Ahem...sorry. So...gratuitous sex and some interesting revelations coming up in the next chapter!
“Leaving so soon,” Mace Windu’s voice breathed wetly into his left ear, and a shiver went down the younger man’s body.
“We’ve been waiting for you, Obi,” Janna’s voice came from his other side, even as she appeared in his line of vision, braintails twitching with restrained desire. Mace chuckled in Obi-Wan’s ear, the sound deep and rich.
“She does look luscious, doesn’t she, Obi-Wan,” the elder male Jedi’s voice was indecently provocative, sending a chill down Kenobi’s spine. “She desires you, Obi, and she is not the only one.” A long, thick erection was pressed into Obi-Wan’s back to prove the point.
“What brought this on, exactly?” Obi-Wan’s tone was polite, even frigid, as he struggled to bring himself under control. He couldn’t afford to let go…he was so close to falling apart, that if he let go now, he would completely shatter.
“We’ve been watching you, Obi,” Janna pressed herself up against the ginger-haired Jedi. “Mace and I have seen how you’ve been withdrawing into yourself for months now.” The Healer’s pale violet eyes were unusually dark with concern. Obi-Wan found himself stricken dumb. They had noticed? Panic clawed at his throat, and he began trembling. Mace’s arms tightened around him even as he gathered himself together to flee. “Obi?” Janna caressed his face tenderly. “You don’t have to worry. We’ve got you. Mace and I are here to help you. You’re not…you’re not well.”
Those dreaded words broke Obi-Wan’s control, and he went limp in Mace Windu’s grasp. As soon as the older Jedi loosened his hold in order to adjust his grip, the younger Master was away. His frightened flight was intercepted, however, when Janna grabbed hold of him. Terror descended like a fog over Obi-Wan’s mind, and awareness fled in the face of sheer, unbridled, terrified instinct. When next he came to himself, Kenobi found himself flat on his back on the practice mats, the warm weight of a body lying across his legs.
“He is back with us,” Janna’s voice came from his feet, and Obi realized that she was holding him down. “Obi-Wan? Are you alright?”
It was not until he opened his eyes that Obi-Wan discovered they had been shut. Mace Windu looked down at him, brown eyes wary, but filled with concern. Upon seeing his former teacher’s expression, the younger man turned his face away in shame, unwanted tears burning the backs of his eyelids.
“Obi-Wan? What is it that burns within you so deeply that you cannot look your friends in the face?” Mace’s voice was confused, and extremely concerned. “Obi-Wan, look at me.” The command in his tone was clear.
“I can’t,” Obi-Wan’s voice was hoarse with emotion. “Please, do not force me to…”
“Force you to do what?” Mace was puzzled. “Obi, we weren’t going to compel you to lay with us. Is that what had you so frightened? By the Force, we would not!” The elder Jedi’s face was suddenly full of fury. “Did someone else do that to you?”
“No,” Obi-Wan whispered. “I never…no one else did that to me. Why…why are you doing this? What are you doing?”
Janna chuckled as she shifted on his legs, her breasts rubbing against his tightening leggings. “Has it been so long since you last had carnal relations with someone, Obi? We’re seducing you, of course.” Her eyes softened. “We want to provide you with much needed warmth, Obi. You’ve grown so cold over the last few months, ever since Qui-Gon died…” her voice trailed off as Obi-Wan’s entire body stiffened at his dead master’s name.
“Oh, Obi-Wan,” Mace’s voice was filled with compassionate sadness. “We all ignored your grief in favor of our own, didn’t we? The senior Jedi, old friends and acquaintances of Qui-Gon that we were, never stopped to think that perhaps his apprentice would be grieving deeper than even ourselves.” Obi-Wan clenched his eyes shut tighter in an effort to stop the burning tears from spilling. “Cry, Obi-Wan; let your grief go. You have kept it pent up for too long.” Mace’s large hands cradled Obi’s head in a tender gesture reminiscent of the younger Jedi’s dead Master. It was the final straw. The dam broke, and Obi-Wan’s tears flowed.
Great sobs shook his wiry frame, and his fellow Jedi suddenly realized just how emaciated the grieving man was. Obviously, he had been neglecting his own meals in his distracted state. Mace nodded for Janna to remove her weight from the grieving young man, and gathered the slender body into his arms. Tenderly, the older Jedi soothed quivering shoulders and back, signaling to the Twi’lek to join him in the embrace. For many minutes, Obi-Wan wept, first forward into the bosom of the Healer, then back into the shoulder of the senior Jedi. When at last the tremors of grief began to still, the soothing hands began to wander in a more sensual manner.
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AN: (grins) Obi-torture! Yay! Ahem...sorry. So...gratuitous sex and some interesting revelations coming up in the next chapter!