Lords of Heaven:
Chapter 6 - Epilogue: The Gates of Forever


Obi-Wan looked around the small hut he'd grown up in with new, more world-weary eyes. But they were eyes that held nothing but joy today. In a few short moments the waiting would end and he would be forever and completely bonded to his love, his life, Qui-Gon.

Qui-Gon had been so hesitant at first when Obi had suggested this; after all barely a month had passed since... since Maul had tried to rape him. It was still hard to say those words, to admit he'd nearly been defiled by such a dark and evil creature as the Sith, but with Qui-Gon's love and Master Yoda's help Obi-Wan had managed to avoid the black hole in his mind that had threatened to suck him into despair and self loathing.

Master Yoda. What a strange old man, but so powerful in the ways of the Light and such a good and shining heart. He'd insisted on staying to watch over Corellias Spire and help young Obi-Wan heal. A kindness for which the young man in question would be eternally grateful for.

It had been Master Yoda's sage counsel and willingness to listen to Obi-Wan as he had vented all the poison and darkness that had swirled despairingly around inside the young man that had allowed him such a quick recovery. Oh, Obi-Wan knew he was far from healed, that the scars, though healed, were still red, puckered and raw. There was still much healing to do.

But the most important things had been healed, his soul bond, his desire for his love, his Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan no longer cringed when Qui-Gon touched him, no longer feared the act he had once desired with his whole heart, soul and mind, to make love and become one with his master. To complete the soul bond. There was still much he had to deal with, much he had to overcome to once more walk the paths of the Light with the same ease he had before the Sith had tried to destroy him. However, he'd walk those paths with Qui-Gon.

"Are you ready, Obi?" Ben-Lar stood in the doorway watching as his youngest son fixed his finery into place. "Do you know how proud I am of you? How honored to call you my son?" the older man continued, coming to stand before his son and placing his hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders.

"Your brother has been my constant strength, but you, you have always been my joy. I always knew in my heart that you were destined for the stars, my little Ben. You have become a man, and I am humbled to be able to call you my son.

"Nothing but happiness for you from now on, Obi-Wan. He loves you and you love him. Be blessed and joyful." Pulling his son into a fierce hug, Ben-Lar kissed the youth's forehead before messing his hair lightly. "But never forget that your roots grow in the valley beneath your lofty home. Never forget you are family and you are welcome." Obi-Wan's eyes misted and he hugged his father fiercely. "I won't, father, I promise. My roots grow deep indeed. I... love you very much."

My love?

Merely laying to rest one more demon, my Qui-Gon, and reconciling with my father, Obi-Wan replied, the sun shining in his voice and his heart flying a little higher than it had moments before. I love you, Qui-Gon, with everything in me.

And I you, my ahmaté. Come to me,my love. It is time came Qui-Gon's powerful mind voice.

"It's time, father," Obi-Wan told the older man, hugging him fiercely as the pure and incandescent joy he felt overflowed into his voice. "Will you bless us?"

"You and your lord of heaven are already thrice blessed, my little Ben, but it would be my greatest honor. Come, let's not keep your soul mate waiting."

Obi-Wan stood on the balcony of Qui-Gon's bedroom, now their bedroom, and looked down at the flickering lights that were the village he had been born and had grown in. How far he had come from that simple, happy, innocent child he had once been.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist, and Qui-Gon's chin rested on the top of his head. "Do you regret me choosing you, my ahmaté? Taking you from that innocent and happy life?"

"Never!" Obi-Wan vowed fiercely, turning in Qui-Gon's arms to face him. "You have been my destiny since the stars first burned, Qui-Gon. You were the reason I was born, the reason I exist. I was meant for you and you alone. How could I possibly regret you claiming me, as this was my destiny?"

"Obi," Qui-Gon's eyes sparkled in the moonlight, tears of joy yet unshed. "You humble this foolish old man. I do not deserve you, but I will never give you up, my light, my soul, my love."

"Foolish, yes," Obi-Wan chuckled softly, pulling his husband down for a kiss. "Foolish to call yourself old. See yourself through my eyes, Qui-Gon, see how I see you." Opening up his mind, Obi-Wan poured his love, his faith, his thoughts and dreams and desires into the connection. Everything that Obi-Wan was, everything that bound him to this man, his other half was given over to Qui-Gon.

When it was over, Qui-Gon cried freely and had no doubts in his mind as to how much he was loved and just how his ahmaté saw him. "To love me so much, my Obi-Wan, my Light."

Gently, reverently, the lord of heaven drew his mate back inside, tugging them both over to the large bed that they had not shared in what felt like lifetimes to both of them. Gone was the innocent need that had Obi-Wan clinging to his master in the middle of the night; it was now replaced with a need more carnal but nonetheless pure in its intentions. The need to love, to join and become one.

Obi-Wan, needing this first time to be within his control, moved Qui-Gon's hands out of the way and untied the older man's robe, sliding it off strong, broad shoulders and letting it flow to the floor. His own followed a touch more quickly as he found himself eager and impatient to be one with this man.

Pushing his mate to the bed, Obi-Wan crawled up Qui-Gon's long body and hovered over him, staring down into clear blue eyes. "Let me, please?"

"I am yours, ahmaté; do what you will," the lord of heaven replied, his own heart shining in his eyes.

Almost shyly Obi-Wan explored Qui-Gon's body, touching, tasting, learning his mate, his ahmaté in such a way that Qui-Gon would be forever imprinted on his soul, every nuance, every hard plane and sharp angle, every soft sigh and quiet moan burned into his mind and heart.

Obi-Wan soon lost himself in the dance of passion and was so absorbed in his explorations that he did not feel Qui-Gon's hands learning him as intimately until he was too lost in his passions to feel even the slightest hint of fear. "I love you, ahmaté," Obi-Wan husked. "Love me now? Make us one?"

"Precious love, my light, we already are," Qui-Gon replied, drawing the younger man down for a soul-shattering kiss.

The first touch of lips was electric and addictive. Soon it was not enough and the two men grappled and struggled for dominance in this most primitive and essential of acts, the act of mating. Breaths were exchanged, moans were sought and encouraged, near silent groans of delight soon became shouts of passion as two bodies joined together and two hearts and souls melded to become one.

When at last their heart rates slowed and as the sweat and semen cooled on their skin, Obi-Wan could feel his breath match his mate's, his heart beat synchronously with Qui-Gon's. Even their thoughts were no longer veiled and hidden from one another. They were one, the soul bond complete.

"Qui-Gon, I... I never knew," Obi-Wan muttered, as he lay curled in the elder man's arms.

"I take it you approve?" Qui-Gon chuckled quietly, his soul quiet and content for the first time in his life.

"Oh yes!" Storm colored eyes shone as they looked up into his beloved face. "I can't wait to do it again... and again and again."

A quiet chuckle became a joyous laugh and Qui-Gon hugged his mate tight. "We have the rest of our lives, my ahmaté, to love as many times as we want. We have forever."

"Forever. I like the sound of that," Obi-Wan smiled.

"As do I, sweet Obi-Wan. Forever with you sounds just long enough."


  since 02-17-07


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