darththalia (darththalia) wrote in tpm_flashback, @ 2004-12-15 08:58:00 |
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Original poster: gaiaeagle
Yes I know this is several days late...sorry...
Title: L'Histoire d' Obi (The Story of Obi)
Author: Lilith Sedai
Rating: NC-17
Paring: Q/O
Summary: Obi-Wan neglects to pay careful attention to a briefing, agrees to accept an unusual mission assignment, and lets himself and Qui-Gon in for more trouble than either of them bargained for.
Warnings:Bondage: I cannot promise that all elements of my story will be pleasing to all persons. There are a variety of consensual graphic images herein that contain some elements of masochism. I am told the story is emotionally intense. You may find that you'll be more comfortable if you read it in small increments and take reality-breaks.
Author's e-mail: lilith_sedai@hotmail.com
Link to the story: http://www.masterapprentice.org/arc
Reasons for recommending: When I first volunteered to be rec'er for this, I went seaching for fics that I could recommend, and found that this fic had not been rec'ed here. I thought, "How could this be possible?" This is one of those truely wonderful fics that just about everyone has read and loved. Qui and Obi get sent on a mission where Qui and Obi have to act as Master/pleasure slave. Not an unfamiliar concept in this fandom, but what happens to them both while they are on mission and what happens afterwards is unique. I can't say more because I don't want to give away the ending, but you find out that there is a lot more to Obi than meets the eye. Which is one of the reasons I love this story so much. Obi is not the weak padawan that some people make him out to be, but instead a strong Jedi, that is willing to do whatever it takes to complete his mission, even if it costs him his freedom.
Quote from the story:
Qui-Gon decided it would be best to adhere to the strictest letter of the appearances required by the roles they had to play. If he kept Obi-Wan fully nude and in bonds, the young man's beauty and apparent helplessness would be so enticing that he could hardly help but please even the most fastidious Riadan Masters they might encounter.
Even the fleeting glimpses that penetrated his stoic inattention were nearly enough to set his skin aflame. Obi-Wan stood straight, collared, his eyes closed, as though by failing to witness his own shame, he could prevent Qui-Gon from seeing it. Qui-Gon's hands were shaking openly now, and he was glad that Obi-Wan's eyes were shut, glad that his own hands were concealed within the belly of the opened trunk, selecting a pair of leather wristlets.
"Don't be afraid, Obi-Wan." Qui-Gon knew his voice was too husky, almost hoarse. "Your body is nothing to be ashamed of." Gently, he reached and took Obi-Wan's left wrist, trying not to let himself see more than the limb he now held, and slid the leather cuff about Obi-Wan's surprisingly narrow wristbone, tightening the strap and buckling it. He swallowed thickly, still struggling to contain his emotions and hide them even from himself. Then he took Obi-Wan's right wrist and treated it similarly, but he removed the short length of chain that would have bound his padawan's arms tightly behind his back.
He caught up the simple leather harness from where Obi-Wan had dropped it and opened its buckles, studying it before draping it experimentally over the young man's body. His padawan flinched from the first touch of the cool leather, but then stood still, permitting Qui-Gon to fit the straps tightly but carefully to him. Two broad, plain brown leather straps curved over his padawan's shoulders, connected by a narrow breastband just below the collarbone and a wide iron-studded waistband that circled around the young man's middle slightly above the navel, tightening via an adjustable strap and buckle in the back center. There were more pieces that could be affixed to the harness if Qui-Gon wished for it to confine Obi-Wan's upper arms and thighs, but he left them in the chest, satisfied that the chest harness was sufficient to give Obi-Wan an illusion of covering.