Another long Council session came to its close, and everyone was
relieved (???) to have a nod from Master Yoda's end it for the night.
The chamber now rang with the steps of booted feet exiting, and the
ghostly swishing of robes gliding over the shining, ornamented floor
of the Council's refuge on top the Central Temple spire.

The session had ended as it had begun – with a mission report, this
particular one delivered by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan.

Normally, nothing unusual. Yet this had been a novel experience for
Qui-Gon and his lover of ten years, Mace Windu.

Throughout their lives as Jedi they had been equals - as crèches
mates, during their Padawan years, and now, as Masters and lovers.
Today, however, within the confines of this chamber, Mace had been
the Councillor, Qui-Gon the operative reporting to his superior.
Having been called to serve the Council a mere four weeks ago,
neither Mace nor Qui-Gon had been looking forward to this occasion -
when Qui-Gon would have to publicly assume a somewhat subservient
position to his lover whose new duties, by default, put him above Qui-
Gon in rank.

Within this room they were equals no longer, not like they were when
it came to their relationship as lovers. New boundaries had to be
established between them. In this Chamber, there was no room for the
playful verbal sparring they so loved to indulge in.

Yet everything had gone well. Mace questions had been to the point,
and in turn were answered by Qui-Gon in his usual professional
manner. When the report had ended, both Ki-Adi and Depa had commented
on the easy rapport that was so obvious between Mace and Qui-Gon, and
even Master Yoda had jokingly suggesting to only appoint paired-off
Jedi to the Council from now on as it obviously lead to some much-
increased harmony when it came to
Council business.

Mace's term on the Council had only begun a few weeks ago, yet he
already felt very much at ease with his new position among his peers.
His ease and calm seemed to have an as calming effect on Qui-Gon who
even started to banter about one of the less crucial points of his
report with Oppo Rancisis. Quite an accomplishment, since Qui-Gon had
always considered Master Rancisis one of his least favourite man to
have to engage into any kind of argument.

This meeting had set the baseline for this new aspect of their
relationship, and if especially Qui-Gon's conduct during this meeting
was any indication, it seemed the confrontations he so often had
found himself in with the Council might indeed be a thing of the
past. At least that
was one of Mace's greatest hopes for the future. Nevertheless, more
*urgent* matters needed to be taken care of now!

While the last stragglers left the chamber, Qui-Gon slowly gathered
the data pads he had used to present his findings to Mace and the
other Councillors. He was about to leave the chamber with Obi-Wan in
tow, when Mace called after him.

"Qui? … Will you stay a moment longer, please?" The dark-skinned man
smiled when he noticed the questioning look Qui-Gon shot in his
direction.

"I thought we were meeting with some … *dignitaries* later?" – Qui-
Gon was using their code-phrase for when they had planned a quiet
evening together. //We had plans, have you forgotten?// Qui inquired
so only Mace would be aware of it.

//I just changed them!// Mace as silently responded when he got up
from his chair, slowly wandering over to one of the ceiling-to-floor
windows of the Council chamber, admiring the sun casting its last
rays over the shimmering rooftops of Coruscant. Briefly looking over
to his lover, Mace's smile broadened to a grin before he clasped his
hands behind his back, turning towards Coruscant's skyline again.

Realization slowly seemed to dawn onto Qui-Gon. //Finally!// Mace
thought, no longer attempting to hide the merriment he felt, sharing
it along his mental link he had established with his lover long ago.
Qui-Gon looked over to Mace, his mouth twisted in a desperate attempt
to wipe a much un-Jedi-like smirk off his face before he put his hand
onto Obi-Wan's shoulder.

"Obi-Wan, I believe you had plans for tonight? Good, good. Don't wait
up for me. I … I shall be seeing you in the morning, Padawan." Qui-
Gon left it at that, choosing to ignore his apprentice's chuckle as
he handed over the last of the data pads he had been carrying.

The Padawan looked from his Master to the Councillor and back to Qui-
Gon, quieting his laughter as he bowed to both men; he had a very
good notion about where his Master had just decided to spend his
night.

"Very well, Master. I will file these reports and then meet with Bant
and Garen for some Sabbacc. I'll see you tomorrow morning, bright and
early, for 'saber practice?" It was more a statement of fact than a
question.

"Padawan! Unlike you young people, we Masters know about the wisdom
of retiring to bed early!" Feigned innocence, Qui-Gon playing along
smoothly as he returned the bow, his voice carrying just the
slightest touch of mock hurt.

The twinkle in Obi-Wan's eyes spoke volumes – he had understood
perfectly.

"Indeed. I guess that's why *you're* the Master and I'm but the lowly
Padawan." That statement drew a hearty laughter from Mace who had
witnessed the underhanded exchange from his place near the window.
Struggling to catch his breath, Mace theatrically placed his hand
over his heart.

"And much you still have to learn from us, young Padawan! But rest
assured - I will return Qui-Gon to your side none the worse for
wear," the Councillor vowed as he resumed to laugh in that deep, warm
cadence so typical for him.

"I'll take your word for it, Master, and I know he will be in the
best of hands!" Obi-Wan retorted good-humouredly, and Mace saw Qui-
Gon smile at the double-entendre.
"A good night to you then, Master. Master Windu!" Again bowing to
both men, Obi-Wan retreated with a chuckle, slightly shaking his
head – and hips, as not only Qui-Gon noticed.

"He knows too much, Qui!" Mace said, still laughing quietly, waving
an admonishing finger at his companion. "Besides …who has taught your
young Padawan to saunter about like that, my friend?" Mace asked
amusedly as he watched Obi-Wan leave.

His gaze still on the now closed entrance to the Council chamber, Qui-
Gon sighed, pensively meandering over to join Mace at the large
window front.

"You notice it, too, I take it? Well, he has grown to be a fine young
man, hasn't he?"

Closing the short distance between him and his lover, Qui-Gon reached
with his hand for his companion, but Mace caught it with a quick
move, bestowing a gentle kiss onto the offered palm he now held in
his own large hand.

"Should I watch my back then, Qui?" Another kiss found its place,
this time onto Qui-Gon's wrist near his pulse, making him shiver
perceivably, although Mace wasn't quite sure whether that was because
of his kiss or if his question had hit a mark with his companion.

"Don't you have me to do that for you, my *jealous* Councillor?" And
returning Mace's gesture, it was now him tenderly kissing his lover's
wrist.

"There is no need to worry, Mace. Obi-Wan is a well-liked and much
coveted young man among his peers, and my needs are not easily met by
someone only half my age!"

Taking Mace's hand, Qui-Gon let himself be reeled into his lover's
sheltering embrace, planting a butterfly kiss onto Mace's warm, soft
mouth before he pushed back a bit to have a better look at the other
man.

"*You*, on the other hand …" Qui-Gon continued, his fingers ghosting
over Mace's cheek, trailing down to the hollow of his neck.

"What about me?" Mace asked, his voice husky and only the shadow of
his otherwise intimidating timbre. His eyes held Qui-Gon's gaze,
drinking in the beloved features of crooked nose and bearded chin.
Patience, however, never had ranked high among Mace's virtues when it
came to loosing himself with his lover. His need for Qui-Gon grew
more urgent, his mouth found the exposed skin of Qui-Gon's neck,
nuzzling it, taking in every nuance of Qui-Gon's scent, making Qui-
Gon sigh with want.

"Yoouuu … " Qui-Gon drew in a sharp breath before he continued, "I
wouldn't trade being with you for anything, Chamala. *My* Chamala."

It was Mace's turn to shiver at the sound of that name, his teeth
nipping harder at his mate's skin, bruising it lightly. Chamala - it
meant "most precious possession, something you won't part with even
in death" in
one of the ancient tongues of Qui-Gon's home planet, and Mace knew
Qui-Gon only used it when he was most aroused and the time for
serious play was near. Like now!
Breathing softly into his lover's hair, Mace felt a chill running
down his spine. Like each time Qui-Gon would call him by this, his
pet name for him.

"No-one has your grace .. your heart and stamina … your taste for the
novel …hhhhsss … Force!" Drawing a sharp hiss from Qui-Gon, Mace's
intensified his loving caresses Qui-Gon's neck, expressing his silent
agreement and willingness to move along with their play. Eagerly
Qui-Gon placed another possesive kiss onto Mace's mouth before he
loosened their intimate embrace, leading Mace back to his chair,
pushing his lover into its soft cushions and making himself
comfortable on Mace's lap.

An arm draped around his "chair's" shoulders, Qui-Gon continued.

"So, our plans for the evening … they have changed, you
say?" //Well, I can certainly *feel* where *your* mind is at.//

It wasn't hard to ignore the rock-hard erection poking his leg.
Teasingly, Qui-Gon shifted his weight to rub his butt over the warm
flesh within Mace's trousers, nibbling onto Mace's earlobe before he
allowed his lover enough air to answer his question.

"Yes, love. This morning, when you were still slumbering like a
Derratrie cat, I was thinking. We have made love … I'd say anywhere
in the known galaxy by now." The mischievous twinkle in Mace's eyes
told Qui-Gon this was going to take the direction he had long
anticipated before.

"We did it in all the Temple gardens," he said, helpfully started the
upcoming list.

"In all rooms of our quarters…"

"In the training salles…"

"The library…"

"On transports and shuttles…"
"In the Senate …"

"On top of the West Bell Tower …"

Raunchily, Qui whispered into Mace's ear, "Within earshot of Master
Yoda!"

Mace held up his hand to stop Qui-Gon before he could go on.

"Anyplace, really! *Except* for … " Mace didn't need to say it.

"In here? Mace! We cannot! We …," with a sweeping motion of his free
arm Qui-Gon indicated the circumfence of the Council chamber, "we can
*not* do this in *here*!" The mere idea was so … so … it didn't
happen often that Qui-Gon was so at a loss for words. Mace, however,
was unruffled by his lover's clearly not serious objections.

"And *who* would stop us, tell me, my Qui? " Mace muzzled Qui-Gon's
hair again. "I've been on the Council for a whole month now! Our
meeting today went splendidly - I think that calls for a celebration.
Something special. It would be such a shame to waste this
opportunity, don't you think? Besides … "

Mace's hand pushed down his companion's robe, loosening the layers of
Qui's tunics, sensuously brushing over hot skin and peaked nipples as
his fingers went further inside.

"… the view is spectacular up here!" His lips fastened on Qui-Gon's
exposed buds, sucking them one after the other, then continuing to
claim his lover's mouth with his, caressing Qui's
lower lip with his teeth. It took several minutes before either man
spoke again.

"I agree … you're a spectacular sight indeed!" Qui-Gon whispered into
his lover's ear, then slowly sliding down from Mace's lap, ending up
on his knees in front of the sitting man. His hands started to rub
over Mace's thighs, warmed by his own ass, his fingers slowly
beginning
to map the inside of the seated man's legs, meeting no resistance to
his intimate touch.

"You are . " Qui-Gon's fingers traced a line from Mace's knee up his
leg, ". the most breathtaking man ... I've ever known… " his fingers
elicited a deep moan from Mace as they came near his groin on their
pass upward. "All I need or want …. my Chamala."

Through the fabric Qui-Gon briefly reached down to squeeze Mace's
balls, teasing the man in front of him mercilessly.

"Yesss … I can never … get enough of you … my Qui-Gon. " Mace almost
forgot to breath when he felt the older man's nails scrape along the
side of his hard cock, only then continuing with a deep sigh,
followed by a little gulp.

Wasting no more time, Mace shrugged out of his own robe, letting it
fall into the back of his chair. He reached for his lover's hair tie,
freeing the plait running smoothly down Qui-Gon's back, freeing his
hair to cascade down around his shoulders. Following his lover's
lead, Qui-Gon's hands were busy untying Mace's sash, then continuing
with the band tying his leggings around his hips. Once finished he
helped his lover pull his leggings down to the rim of his soft boots.

Massaging Mace's thighs, brushing harder and harder over his lover's
erection, Qui-Gon straightened himself to watch Mace strip out of his
tunics while he did the same in mirror motions.

"I want to watch you, Mace. I want to see you come … for me!" His
hand reached up once more to draw the dark man's face closer,
bestowing another long, passionate kiss onto Mace's needy lips. After
a few moments Qui-Gon finally sat back on his hunches, his eyes
sparkling with lust and love, knowing his lover would not disappoint
him in any way.

//For you, my Qui!// Without another word, Mace leaned back in his
seat, slowly closing his eyes, one hand exploring his dark nipples,
the other snaking down to his groin, starting to caress his hard cock.

Mesmerized, Qui-Gon watched Mace weigh his shaft in his right hand,
his head rolling to his side as he steadily grew closer to
completion; Qui-Gon following suit with his own hands, stroking
himself to his full length, his fingers closing around his cock,
starting to match his lover's irresistible rhythm.

Up and down, up and down . Mace's caressed the tip of his cock with
his fingers, laving them in his pre-cum, licking them clean again,
then returning his hand to fondle his not inconsiderable length once
more. His breathing was becoming laboured as he pleasured himself,
short gasps escaping his throat now and then, until a sudden increase
in rhythm caused Mace to spiral out of control and over the edge.

"Beautiful … so beautiful," Qui-Gon whispered almost to himself but
knowing his lover would hear him all the same. Never letting his eyes
wander from Mace's gradually waning erection, Qui-Gon slid out of his
remaining clothes and boots, now as naked as the Force had created
him. He slid closer to his lover, kneeling between Mace's legs once
more, divesting the sitting man of any remnants of clothes, then
bending down to lick the seed from his lover's groin, thighs and
hands.

//I love you, Mace … you're mine. Mine, Chamala!// He send while he
caressed his partner with his tongue, licking, tasting, claiming
every inch of the seated man as his property with little bites along
the way.

"I want you … let me take you, Chamala" Qui-Gon pleaded in between
licks and kisses onto dark skin, licking Mace's cock to hardness once
more. Getting back onto his feet with the grace of long practice, Qui-
Gon helped his lover up from his seat, taking him into another long
embrace. He felt Mace's hands squeezing his ass, spreading his
cheeks, teasing Qui's opening, just as his long, slender fingers
carefully invaded Mace's entrance.

"Yes, my Qui … I want you inside … want you. I! Want! YOU!" Mace
tongue sneaked out to kiss away the last drops of his own cum from
Qui-Gon's mouth, eliciting a deep, sonorous rumble vibrating through
Qui-Gon's chest. He turned his back to the older man, bracing himself
against his Council seat the moment he could feel Qui-Gon's own
erection against his
back, his legs roughly spread by the man standing behind him,
pressing against him, as hard as he himself was again. Coating two
fingers with his spit, Qui-Gon slowly prepared Mace's opening for his
entry.

"Do it, Qui … please … now. Do. It!" Locking arms and shoulders
against his chair, Mace waited, relishing the exquisite thrill of
anticipation. An hour ago he had control over Qui-Gon - now their
positions were reversed, and it felt *good* be taken … to be Qui-
Gon's Chamala! Forever his alone!

Leaning over Mace's back, inhaling his lover's sweaty scent, Qui-Gon
breathed into his ear.

"Stand. Still. Don't … Move. Mace, my love." His voice thick with pre-
climatic lust, Qui-Gon punctuated each word he breathed onto Mace's
ear, making his lover moan as he spread his cheeks for his cock.

After a few more seconds of teasing, Qui-Gon entered Mace's body in
one powerful thrust, burying his barely lubricated cock up to the
hilt into his lover. His move was feral, almost violent in its
urgency. Mace felt the adrenalin course through his blood, his
thoughts crazed,
gasping audibly at the short burst of pain caused by Qui-Gon's hard
entering.
His fingers to clamped down hard around the arm rests of his chair,
desperately trying to hold still as his lover thrust into hard, over,
and over. A cry of sheer pleasure filled the chamber, and Mace wasn't
sure if it had come from him alone, but a second later Qui-Gon's
laboured panting assured him he was not the only one out of his mind
with pleasure right now.

//More, Chamala … CHA … MALA!// Qui-Gon began loosing his rhythm for
the only goal left in his mind right now - driving them both mad with
passion! After only a few more hard strokes Mace felt Qui-Gon shudder
and come explosively inside him, taking him along over the edge, his
Councillor's chair the target for his seed this time.

They hardly had noticed the few passengers in those sky hoppers
passing by the Temple perimeter during their moment of bliss, giving
them the thumbs-up sign or even appearing to holler their
encouragement to them.

Clearly exhausted, yet happy, they both collapsed next to the chair,
shivering from strained leg muscles and the sheer power of their
joining.

**********

It was only a half hour later when they started dressed and cleaned
up once more, making sure not one drop of evidence would tell of
their play. With a still slightly mischievous grin playing around his
mouth, Qui-Gon took Mace by his arm on their way out of the Council
Chamber, conspiratorially whispering to his lover.

"Unless I'm gravely mistaken, each Councillor is given a nice,
comfortable new office very close to this very place, am I right?"

A knowing smile told Qui-Gon all he needed to know as the two Jedi
Masters left the now properly consecrated Council chamber, in search
for Mace's new, still lamentably pristine office, to take care of
some new, urgent business.

The End