(T)Ropes - Star Wars, Obi-Wan, 287 Words Fandom: Star Wars Title: (T)Ropes - 287 Words Author:jarkai_fic on LJ/jarkai everywhere else Theme(s): (For 50episodes on Insanejournal, Table #10, Prompt #12 - Bondage) Pairing/Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi. Rating: Mature. Pure PWP. Disclaimer/claimer: Characters owned by George Lucas. Critiques: Yes. Summary: Some things never get old.
Naked, Obi-Wan strained against the ropes that bound him. Hot sweat slicked his body. Maybe, if only he wriggled enough--it was too late. His cell door slid open once again, his jailer little more than a broad-shouldered silhouette in its archway. Little about the man had changed. He wore the same the gloves as before, gloves that had known every inch of Obi-Wan's skin. His leathers still bore the stain of Obi-Wan's shame. Only his mask was different. Unlike the last, this one let a mantle of hair fall down his captor's back.
The man strode towards him, then pinched Obi-Wan's chin between thumb and forefinger. "I am going to enjoy this more than you know."
Obi-Wan trembled. He wasn't sure he could stand to have those hands on him again. They knew him too well, knew things that he had feared telling even his closest companion. Groaning, he tried to twist away, but that only dragged his jailer closer. With the movement, a great spill of freshly washed hair tumbled down Obi-Wan's cheek.
All at once Obi-Wan stiffened, inhaling deeply. Alderaani cologne. A very specific Alderaani cologne.
Obi-Wan tried to speak and found he'd nearly been struck dumb. "M-master?"
"High time you recognized it, too," Qui-Gon purred. His tongue caressed Obi-Wan's cheek through the slit in the mask, and suddenly Obi-Wan didn't care about the being bound, about the hand that gripped him to the point of pain. In fact, the pain was dizzying, that terrible and wonderful heat rising between his legs again.
"You should have told me you wanted this long ago," Qui-Gon continued. "It is a Padawan's duty to be honest with his Master, and it is my duty to oblige you."