crack_van | The star to every wand'ring bark by Alex (NC-17)

Fandom: STAR WARS
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan; Qui-Gon/others, Obi-Wan/others
Length: not too long; it's in two parts, link to part two at the end of part 1
Author: Alex
On LJ: splix
Author Website: some of her stories are on Masters and Apprentices and others on her lj
WARNINGS: male/male sex, non-con, rape; this story is AU

Why this must be read: What to say? I utterly adore this story! Qui-Gon is a whore, not a Jedi, but still very much Qui-Gon. And Obi-Wan comes to him to be trained for an undercover mission. Qui-Gon's past pulled at my heartstrings (and at Obi-Wan's) and the trouble they get in is profound. Tense, emotional, beautifully written, it has all I love in a story.

Excerpt

Jinn shrugged. "Frankly, I'm glad the Jedi are taking a hand in this matter. Tash Brolan has had a stranglehold on the city for far too long. And of course, as you know, our house has recently fallen under his...protection." He bared his teeth in a mirthless approximation of a smile. "He takes twenty-five percent of the house's earnings. And in these hard times, it's..." He shook his head. "The guild has worked for years to make this place respectable and profitable, Master Kenobi. It now stands on the brink of ruin. Our small peacekeeping force is no match for Brolan's gang of scum."

Obi-Wan nodded in understanding. "I'm here to help, Qui-Gon. Your assistance is appreciated."

They had come to an inconspicuous door. Jinn palmed the lock, and it hissed open. He ushered Obi-Wan into a small, elegant sitting room, indicated that he should take a chair, and seated himself on a plush couch. "Well -- it's not as if I'm doing it for charity. The Jedi are paying me handsomely. And if Brolan's rousted, I get a bonus from the guild as well. But Brolan is no one to tangle with. You realize if you're caught, you'll be killed. And if they find out I helped you, I'll be killed too."

"I'll do my best not to be caught," Obi-Wan said. "And I give you my solemn assurance that I will protect your life with my own."

Jinn eyed him reflectively for a moment, then nodded. "I believe you, Master Kenobi. Well -- there it is, then. Down to business." He pressed a datapad key on the table beside him. "May I ask how old you are?"

Obi-Wan blinked. "Thirty-one Standard."

"A bit long in the tooth for what Brolan prefers. Still, there are ways around that. He requests my companionship now and then, if that counts for anything, and he always makes exceptions for exceptional specimens, as you'll see. We can shave your beard, grow your hair -- pretty you up a bit. Brolan generally likes his boys pretty. You are in good physical condition, in general?"

"I am." Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow. Pretty him up?

"We received the same bulletin on the Jedi's expectations for this mission," Jinn said, glancing at the datapad. "There is a standard physical exam to receive your work permit, but that shouldn't be a problem. And of course, you know that you must take on a few clients before encountering Brolan." He smiled; again a hint of malice danced in his eyes. "You don't strike me as particularly promiscuous."

Obi-Wan felt warmth in his cheeks. "I think it's not relevant, Qui-Gon, but no, I'm not promiscuous. I have engaged in sex a good many times, however, if that's what's disturbing you."

Jinn rose to beautifully shod feet and gazed down at Obi-Wan; his face, dusted with some glimmering cosmetic, seemed an inscrutable mask. "Engaging in sex is one thing, prostitution another. I wonder, Jedi, if you know what awaits you."

The star to every wand'ring bark

The star to every wand'ring bark by Alex (NC-17)

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