title: December 6th
fandom: Star Wars
characters/pairings: Xanatos, Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
rating: Teen
warnings: slavery, sex
summary: Qui-Gon makes a good purchase. (AU)
notes: for my darling 'neighbor,' laura. *snugs* how did your Christmas ficcie become a whore!obi fic? O_o i don't know! somehow, i want to blame alex...

"And this," Xanatos gestured to the cell where the young man was resting. "What is this?"

"Something I felt like picking up," Qui-Gon responded neutrally. He looked over the boy in cell, amused, apparently, by his defiant attitude.

"Honestly, I don't understand you, Jinn. It's not like you're lacking in partners in bed," he frowned. If he was expressing a sense of jealousy, well, Jinn wasn't about to comment on it. "Why do you insist on bringing these refuges onto my ship?"

"Well, the Force led me to him. And I found myself unwilling to deny its call," Jinn reasoned with that annoying air of superiority about him still lingering from his days as a Jedi Master.

"Hopefully, the Force will lead you to another eight thousand credits so you can pay me back for letting you have him," Xanatos growled, stalking off.

Qui-Gon smiled serenely, and looked inside the cell at his latest acquisition.

The boy backed up on the bed, twisting his hips to try to block his body from Qui-Gon, but it was useless, after all. His arms were held behind his back with the Force, and it wouldn't be long before his clothes were torn off and he was on his back. Qui-Gon Jinn already had quite a reputation.

"You used to be a Jedi," Obi-Wan accused bitterly.

That only made Qui-Gon laugh, however. "The Jedi have become sick with complacency, young one. I consider myself a lifelong student of the Force."

"How convenient," Obi-Wan turned his face away. "All of the glory, and none of the rules. You can destroy people's lives, and be self-righteous about it."

Qui-Gon chuckled deeply, the sound rumbling from the bottom of his chest. "You think I don't remember you." Obi-Wan's eyes widened. "You think it was just bad luck. It was the Force, young one." He put his hand on Obi-Wan's leg, and started to push aside the thin robe that was covering him. "We were destined to be together."

"The Force has decided that I'm more useful as a whore than a disciple. That has worked out well for you," he replied bitterly.

Qui-Gon's hand moved up until it was on Obi-Wan's hip. "One cannot fight the Force, young one."

Boldly, Obi-Wan looked Qui-Gon in the eye. "Why did you not take me as your Padawan? Was it because you were already in the thrall of your former Padawan... and lover?"

Qui-Gon put his hand on Obi-Wan's cheek, and caressed his lips with his thumb. "It was because of Xanatos. He was my lover at the time. And I was already becoming disenchanted with the Jedi. I had encountered a Sith, but the Council refused to admit that it was possible that the Sith were still active. I did not wish to bring up another young Force user only to have him become a pawn of a blind and antiquated Order."

"This is better, then?" Obi-Wan asked, pleadingly.

Qui-Gon pushed him down on the bed with the Force. "I was overjoyed to see you again, Obi-Wan. Overjoyed that I could obtain you and save you from being a slave to a Hut, or worse."

Obi-Wan's further objections were swallowed by Qui-Gon's passionate kisses.

Obi-Wan rubbed his hands together. This Force-forsaken frozen rock was driving him mad. The only times he felt warm were when Qui-Gon was between his legs, and even then, when they separated, the heat bleed out of him so fast, he was colder than before.

He was now frozen to his bones. Qui-Gon was leaving on some sort of mission and he'd be gone for a week, at least. Qui-Gon never told him anything, and Obi-Wan was beginning to feel afraid that Qui-Gon was going to just abandon him in some ramshackle of a 'resistance' cell someday, and he'd be back on the selling block before he knew it.

He wandered into the crew mess, and stopped dead in his tracks. The young man at the table looked up at him in disgust, and tossed his silky, ink-black hair over his shoulder.

"Excuse me," Obi-Wan bowed and turned. He'd heard the crew chatter about how Master Xanatos had been in a bad mood since Tatooine. That was not Obi-Wan's fault, however, since he hardly asked for Qui-Gon to buy him.

"Don't move," Xanatos icily ordered him. "Catch." He threw something shiny and heavy at Obi-Wan's head, using a push of the Force to give it more momentum.

Just barely avoiding decapitation, Obi-Wan caught it. "Hey!"

"Prepare yourself," Xanatos muttered, picking up a small metallic ball with numerous little flaps and shining 'eyes.'

"Prepare myself for what? And what is this?" Obi-Wan demanded, bewildered.

Xanatos just leveled him with a scathing look. "It's a lightsaber, idiot. Now, get ready."

"I'm not a Jedi," Obi-Wan said, horrified, holding the saber at arm's length.

"Thank the Force," Xanatos rolled his eyes. "You're actually a whore. An expensive whore. And one that Master Jinn seems unwilling to part with, which makes you his weakness. If you are satisfied with that, by all means, I'll get you some silks and lend you out to warm up the crew during Jinn's absence. If you want to learn something about the power flowing through you, and become something more meaningful to Jinn than the thing he sticks his dick into, you'll shut up and get ready." He tossed the ball into the air, and it came life, opening its flaps and flying about.

Obi-Wan knew; it was going to start shooting at him. He also knew, as if he'd always known, how to turn on the saber.

He pressed his lips into a thin line, and crouched in a ready stance.

He could smell the sweet tea and honey on the bedside table, but he kept his eyes closed. Qui-Gon hadn't let him get any sleep until nearly dawn. Where they were was peaceful and stable. There was nothing wrong with sleeping in.

Qui-Gon clearly saw things differently. The sheet was slowly pulled away, and then Qui-Gon's lips touched his skin, his beard scratching Obi-Wan's sensitive skin while his hair tickled Obi-Wan's sides.

"Nymphomaniac. Admit it. That's the real reason you left the Order," Obi-Wan yawned.

Qui-Gon chuckled, and ran his hands up from Obi-Wan's hips to his shoulders. "It's your fault. Your body is an occasion for sin."

"You say that to all the discarded younglings," Obi-Wan said, laughing, looking over his shoulder at Qui-Gon.

"Of course. I'm an infamous nymphomaniac," Qui-Gon jovially agreed.

Obi-Wan rolled over to his back, moaning slightly in protest over being woken up so early. The planet they were now on was wet, lush, and beautiful. The room had a giant bed in the middle, and floor to ceiling windows all around, with filmy, multicolored curtains draped down, moving slightly in the soft wind. "What is this planet called again?" he asked, putting one arm over his head.

"Naboo," Qui-Gon said slowly. He stretched out next to Obi-Wan, unable to keep his hands to himself. "This planet has an elected Queen."

Obi-Wan arched one eyebrow. "Has anyone explained to these people what the word Queen means?"

Qui-Gon chuckled, and tapped Obi-Wan on his nose. "The girl is young, but well-respected. The Sith are making their moves here, using the Federation as a shield. The Republic is corrupted. Xanatos intends to make the Queen his wife, and use this planet as the base of our New Order."

"Sounds very... grand," Obi-Wan said, nonplussed. "Isn't this a bit out of the way, though?"

"There are rich resources here, and surprising political ramifications. The Naboo and their 'Queen' are respected, and have many allies throughout the Republic. Enough that the Sith want this planet. Enough for Xanatos to take it from them," Qui-Gon explained quietly.

"You always make it sound like everything is Xanatos' idea, and you're just along for the ride," Obi-Wan complained.

"I am quite busy with my nymphomania," Qui-Gon cheerfully rejoined.

"You're going to be... negotiating, building a new government, forming new alliances..." He ran his fingers through Qui-Gon's fine, graying hair. "I want to be with you."

Qui-Gon looked away. "I... would rather you stay here, until I come for you."

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. "Are you afraid I'll embarrass you? Xanatos has been training me. He said I'm nearly half as good as he is, which is a damned high compliment from that egotistical jackass."

"That it is," Qui-Gon chuckled. "However... this planet is... consumed with appearances, and excess. I just think..." He sighed, and let his hand drift lower, circling Obi-Wan's cock. "I'd feel safer..."

"I want to be by your side, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan pled, lifting Qui-Gon's chin so he could look into his eyes.

Slowly, Qui-Gon smiled. He kissed Obi-Wan deeply, pushing him down into the cushy pillows. "Obi-Wan... my treasure. Here." He shuffled around, and produced a small black box from the folds of his robes. Obi-Wan looked at it distrustfully, and Qui-Gon laughed. "It's tradition on this world to exchange gifts with your lover on this day. It's part of the preparation of the solstice celebration in three weeks. So."

"You could have told me," Obi-Wan pouted. "I don't have anything for you." Qui-Gon looked meaningfully down the line of Obi-Wan's body, and Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "Pervert," he muttered to Qui-Gon's amusement, and then he took the box. He opened it slowly, and then his eyes went wide.

Qui-Gon cleared his throat. "Ah. It's simple, I know, but... on my home world, a band like this is worn to symbolize the bonds between two people."

"I think there's a similar tradition on every world, Qui-Gon," Obi-Wan laughed. "The metaphor isn't exactly subtle. Are we getting married, then?"

"I don't want anyone else to have you," Qui-Gon murmured, unable to meet Obi-Wan's gaze. "You don't understand how I feel... it drives me mad sometimes. I want to possess you... entirely... completely... it frightens me, makes me think I'm turning to the Dark Side."

"Xanatos says there is no Dark Side," Obi-Wan said in a hushed voice. He kissed Qui-Gon's temple. "He says that there are people who use the Force to do good for people, and people who use the Force to do evil to people for their own gain. ...Even if he is a cocky prick, he makes a good point from time to time.

"Your love is a good thing to me," Obi-Wan winked. "Now. You should put this ring on me, right?"

Hesitantly, Qui-Gon took the band out of the box, and then, he slipped it on Obi-Wan's finger, kissing the finger, Obi-Wan's palm, his wrist...

Obi-Wan sat up and beamed. "I'm going to be at your side all day, then. I have to show off my present, right?"

"Obi-Wan..." Qui-Gon sighed.

"I'm not taking no for an answer," Obi-Wan said sternly. "Unless I'm just a whore to you."

Qui-Gon blushed and looked away. "Fine," he sighed. "But you're dressing in layers."

Obi-Wan laughed out loud, and even Qui-Gon had to smile at that sound.