"Yes, sir."

"But don't let them know you're watching them, understand?"

"But, sir, they're…Jedi. How-"

"Just do as you're told, lieutentant! Watch them. If you see or hear anything suspicious, report it immediately."

"Yes, sir." The door slams shut, and you are left alone in the security room. Masses of tiny video screens in strobing flashes of dizzying activity, noisy hisses blaring from each screen. It's enough overstimulation to make you fall asleep. You sigh and lean back in your chair and try to psyche yourself up for the long night shift. Of course, you wouldn't be pulling night duty in the security room if you had just paid a little more attention to that sage voice in your head that told you not to refer to Captain Remar as a blathering Eopie when he was sitting at the next table over. From Minister Kenlar's security detail to this….spying on diplomats while they sleep.

You lean forward and turn down the audio on all the screens to keep your headache in check. "You've come a long way, baby," you sigh as you tape a piece of paper over the screen feeding from Captain Remar's room. The goofy bastard knows you can see him. Everyone in the whole damn building can be seen. If you have to sit here all night, you're sure as hell not gonna watch him strut his saggy ass around his quarters. He may outrank you, but he's an idiot plain and simple. "There's a reason you were never recruited for security detail, you ugly half-wit." You sigh again. "Pathetic. That's me. Hurling insults at a video screen."

The screen in the top corner switches on suddenly. The Jedi must have returned to their room, as the cameras are motion and light sensitive. You scoot closer and turn on the audio. The two men circle slowly around the room, and then one of them, glances right into the camera. "Shall I report this, Captain Dumbass," you say. "Like they wouldn't know they were being watched."

The Jedi smirks and says to the other, shorter one. "Padawan, it has been a long day." He turns from the camera and removes his robe.

"Yes, Master," the other one says. You watch with mild amusement as they remove their belts and boots. You've been taught about Jedi's being able to communicate telepathically. They must be doing that now from the looks they're giving each other.

You hold your breath as the shorter one removes his tunic…..only to reveal another shirt underneath. You snort, "That's no fun." But a second later, he pulls the other shirt over his head, uncovering a rather impressive chest. At least it looks impressive in black and white. You quickly type the room code into the computer to retrieve their profiles. "Well hello, Obi-Wan," you purr. You watch him lay down on the small bed. Then the other one, Qui-Gon, lays down on the other bed, his legs dangling off the end. Then the lights go out, all except the permanent floor lighting. The camera readjusts, and you watch them just lay there and go to sleep.

You slide your chair back and spin around. "Somebody kill me now. I can't take two more weeks of this." You sit there in the middle of the room as the flashing screens hypnotize you into lethargy.

You sit up with a start and look around the room. "Crap!" You realize you've been asleep for five hours. You scurry to the control panel and quickly view all the screens. Nothing. Of course it's nothing. Everyone else on the planet is sound asleep. You look to the Jedi's screen, and turn up the volume. Light snoring. Then you hear tiny grunts. You can't tell what sound is coming from which man until you see Obi-Wan thrash around a little and mumble some incoherent words. "Very exciting," you say dryly. The only truly interesting part is that they both lay on their backs so you watch as their bare chests rise and fall with each breath. "I must insist on color monitors," you say under your breath.

A few moments later, Obi-Wan sits up and rises from the bed. You look at the timer on the video screen. It is still very early, but perhaps they always get up that early. Soon after, Qui-Gon rises from his bed, and the two of them kneel on opposite ends of the floor. They close their eyes and just sit there. You rock back and forth in your chair and watch them. You can see them both a little more clearly now, and neither one of them is hard on the eyes. You enjoy this little bit of voyeurism as they meditate; at least that's what it looks like they're doing. Their arms and chests appear solid and powerful. You mind drifts off, and you revel in a little fantasy of jumping through the camera and positioning yourself on the floor between them, the two of them crawling forward….your clothes pulled off and replaced by hands and lips.

As your mind drifts to the point of entwined limbs and engorged flesh, you shake your head and clear your throat. "Oookaaayy," you sigh. "Enough of that." You watch them out of the corner of your eye while checking the other screens. You type your obligatory observation notes and watch the seconds tick by on your watch, impatiently awaiting the end of your shift.

Finally, the door slides open. You hop up from your chair to greet your replacement. "All quiet here," you tell him.

"What's this?" he asks pulling at the piece of paper still taped over Captain Remar's screen.

"Oh, that?" You search your mind for a good excuse. Finding none, you simply say, "Well, that screen has a lot of glare. You may want to have it checked." You give a quick smile and turn to leave, oblivious to the fact that the Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are now standing and staring straight into the camera.

You walk down the deserted hallway back to your room. You hear a noise behind you and quickly turn around. Nothing. You curse your dull and exhausted senses and continue walking. An instant later your body is inexplicably frozen in place, and then two strong arms capture you from behind, a hand closing firmly over your mouth. You know all the right moves, you are trained for this…but your body won't move. Terror rushes through your veins as you will your limbs to fight, but they do not respond. Muffled squeals are the best you can muster as you are pulled down the hall and dragged backwards through a doorway. You fight to keep your mind clear under this extreme duress and try to figure out where you've been taken. Your eyes grow wide when you realize where you are as the door slides shut in front of you.

"Well done, Obi-Wan."

You gasp as your suspicions are confirmed when you hear that deep voice.

"Thank you, Master." The rich voice spills into your ear. The walls blur as Obi-Wan spins around, with you still trapped in his arms, to face Qui-Gon. You attempt to yell, but his hand remains clamped over your mouth, your limbs still heavy. "But I can't take all the credit. As I suspected, she was far too strong to capture unaided by the Force." Obi-Wan chuckles and adds, "She certainly wasn't going to come quietly."

Qui-Gon smiles and stalks toward the two of you. He raises his hand and brushes his fingers on your forehead. "You were right, my dear. We did know we were being watched." He folds his arms in front of him and says, "Although if you wouldn't have been projecting so loudly, it would have taken us some time to catch on. We sensed your prying gaze the moment we stepped in the room. So I suppose we should be thanking you for giving yourself away so easily."

Finally your body begins to return to you, and you kick your leg at him, albeit rather weakly. Qui-Gon grabs your ankle in his large hand and holds your leg there off the floor, which requires that you lean on Obi-Wan for balance. "You shouldn't do that," Qui-Gon scolds. Suddenly your other foot swoops off the floor, but not of your own volition. He grabs your other ankle and then takes a step forward, causing your knees to bend. "If you fight so much, I may have to punish you," he says quietly with a tinge of menace.

A shiver of fear shakes you to your core, and you twist your shoulders against Obi-Wan. You then roam your eyes across the wall and find the location of the hidden camera.

"Oh, we've taken care of that," Qui-Gon says confidently. "Don't worry, your captain won't be able to ruin any of our fun. Besides, I'm sure your replacement is sleeping on the job just like you did."

Your heart sinks as you realize that they know everything you said and thought over the last eight hours. Everything.

"Yes, everything," Qui-Gon says with a leering gaze.

Fear rises again within you as you remain held aloft by these two men. You try to speak again, but it only comes out muffled, so you begin to thrash against their grips on you the best you can.

"Stop," Obi-Wan whispers into your ear. "We're not going to hurt you."

"We are gentlemen, after all," Qui-Gon says slightly defensively as he backs up still holding your ankles. They move you further into the room. They kneel down, and you feel your butt and legs make contact with the floor. You jerk your body around trying to loosen their hold on you, but Obi-Wan keeps his arms tightly wrapped around your torso as he sits down next to you.

"All this thrashing about will never do," Qui-Gon says chidingly. "Obi-Wan, do something."

"Yes, Master." Your eyes shift to Obi-Wan's smiling face. You haven't gotten a clear look at him until now. If he hadn't attacked you, he'd be breathtaking. Cool air hits your face as his hand slides away. You make your attempt to vocalize something, but an instant later his lips descend to yours. Suddenly you are stilled by the shock and audacity of his kiss. His mouth covers yours completely as his lips slide mercilessly against yours. An intense vibration creeps through your body. That rational part of your brain cannot believe that you are willingly sinking to the floor as he slowly deepens the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth and swirling seductively around your tongue. You cannot think, and you can barely breathe. All you can do - all you want to do - is surrender.

You are jerked back from your daze when Obi-Wan quickly moves his head up, breaking the kiss. You are then aware of your heavy, loud breaths. He smiles mischievously down at you and bites his lip as his eyelids blink heavily. All you can do is lay there and look at him.

"My padawan is very skilled." Your eyes jump down at the sound of Qui-Gon's voice. In an instant he prowls up your body to meet your face. "I taught him well," he growls before his lips take yours in a rough, demanding kiss, his tongue darting into your mouth until he draws a soft moan from you. Satisfied, he rises up and looks at you with an inquisitive glare.

You look back and forth at the two men. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and open your eyes again. Your brain can hardly comprehend what comes out of your mouth next. "Take me," you say in a harsh whisper.

Two pairs of hands working in tandem remove your shirt. As soon as your skin is bared, Obi-Wan's hungry mouth lands on your neck with a groan. Your chest rises up as his lips and tongue work fiery magic on your skin. You shiver as you feel your boots and pants quickly stripped from your body, and you give a startled cry as Qui-Gon's large, rough hands race up the sensitive skin of your thighs, his thumbs rushing along your damp underwear.

With a loud snap, your bra gives way. You whimper loudly as Obi-Wan's tongue traces circles around your nipple before he sucks it into his hot mouth. His hand playfully teases at your other breast, and you stretch your torso as shivers of pleasure run through you. Obi-Wan backs away quickly as you begin to tug on his clothing, and he obediently begins undressing.

In the meantime, Qui-Gon pulls off your underwear, and you look down to see that he is already shirtless. He pushes on your thighs, spreading your legs far apart. Your sudden vulnerability leaves you breathless. You jump slightly as Obi-Wan's naked body slides down next to you, his erection prodding your side. Sensing your uneasiness, he caresses your cheek with his fingers. "Remember I told you we wouldn't hurt you," he says.

You nod as he kisses you again, and you moan quietly into his mouth. But your moan spirals up to a shout as Qui-Gon slides a finger inside you, pumping it slowly in and out. He moans against your stomach as he places light kisses there. He pushes another finger inside you and rubs against that perfect spot that very few men know how to find. You throw your head back and cry out, slowly thrusting your hips up and down to the rhythm of his fingers.

"She is so wet, Obi-Wan….so tight," he mumbles. "I…." You feel his warm breath against the tender flesh of your thighs. "I have to taste her," Qui-Gon sighs.

Your breath catches at those promising words, and your eyes shoot up to Obi-Wan's wanton expression. You cry out as Qui-Gon's tongue makes contact on your clit. Obi-Wan groans as he watches your face. You grab his arm and keep your eyes on him, sending him your pleasure and begging him for more. You arch your back as Qui-Gon licks furiously at you as he grunts like an animal, his fingers pumping in and out of you, his hair tickling and teasing your thighs.

You whimper pathetically when Qui-Gon suddenly sits up and pulls his fingers out of you. He wraps his arms around your waist, and swiftly lifts you up and tosses you down on the short bed. He kneels at the end of the bed, grabs your legs, and pulls you toward him until your legs wrap around him.

You sit up slightly as Obi-Wan moves in behind you. Qui-Gon rises fully on his knees, and you watch in amazement as his swollen cock slowly slides into you inch by inch, a submissive moan spilling out of your lungs as your head falls back and your arms begin to give out. You fall back again on the bed and will your muscles into taking him in deeper.

"So…tight…." Qui-Gon grunts through his clenched throat. He slowly slides out and then slips back into you as you moan again.

Your body takes him eagerly, and his hips begin a steady rhythm as he pumps his shaft a little faster and a little deeper. "More….more…." you whimper between staggered breaths as you arch your back and stretch your arms out above you. You look up at Obi-Wan's upside-down face, and your whimpers are swallowed as he groans and kisses you hungrily. You reach up and dig your fingers into his hair as he runs his hands down your chest and over your breasts.

The kiss is interrupted as you instinctively arch your head back when Qui-Gon begins to pump into you faster. You then feel Obi-Wan's mouth on your breast, and you grind your body roughly, both against his mouth and along the length of Qui-Gon's cock. Your mind can no longer register the individual sensations and you lurch yourself along one all-consuming wave of pleasure. You begin to mutter rampant pleas, your orgasm beckoning you but still out of your reach.

Obi-Wan moves his body slightly forward to lavish your stomach with hurried kisses and nibbles, and you turn your head to see his erection greeting your eyes. You cannot help but reach out and run your fingers along his velvety, hard length. His surprised moan encourages you, and you twist your torso and suck his cock into your mouth. You feel his fingers dig into your sides as he groans loudly and fights to balance himself within easy reach of your mouth.

The three of you move with frantic fluidity. Qui-Gon's hands slide under your hips, and you thrust your pelvis down as he drives into you while his fingers repeatedly brush up and down the insides of your thighs.

Obi-Wan moans as you suck him harder with every thrust of Qui-Gon's cock. Suddenly, a rush of heat rolls through you, and you have no choice but to turn your head away from Obi-Wan as delicious spasms rake your body, and you scream uncontrollably. As your muscles quake, Qui-Gon roars and explodes inside you. His deep grunts echo in your ears as you watch his entire body enraptured by his climax. He collapses onto your stomach, breathing heavily.

Despite your exhaustion, you slide your legs out from under Qui-Gon's arms, sit up, and then proceed to push Obi-Wan back on the bed. "You…you don't have to…oooohh." His sputtering turns to a groan as you take his hard cock into your mouth again, rubbing your tongue firmly against his length. You shift your eyes up when you feel him sit up. You try to memorize the line of his face as his mouth drops open and his eyelids flutter up and down. His fingers wind around your hair, and you relax your throat as he pushes you down onto him.

"Please….oh gods please," he cries as you suck him hard and fast. His hips buck up as he comes in your mouth, and you savor the taste of him before crashing your cheek down on his thigh. It takes all your strength as you weakly crawl up his body, wetting your breasts and stomach with his semen. You feel Qui-Gon's hands and lips on your back and shoulders as you lay against Obi-Wan's chest.

Qui-Gon kneels at the side of the bed and leans over to kiss you tenderly but still urgently. Obi-Wan slides out from underneath you and rolls you to your back, allowing Qui-Gon to deepen the kiss. You are thankful for the tiny bed as Obi-Wan is forced to lay halfway on top of you. Just when you thought you were totally spent, Obi-Wan's fingers venture between your legs and slowly caress your clit. You grab Qui-Gon's hair and pull him closer to you as your pleasure rises in you again. Obi-Wan nibbles at your neck as he gently takes you higher and higher, the sound of his fingers on you is slick and wet, the feel of them deliciously intoxicating. You absently grab his hand to put more pressure on your sweet spot as a second orgasm rushes through you, and you moan your pleasure against Qui-Gon's warm lips.

When you come back down from your delirium, you find them both looking at you intently. The reality of what has just occurred blares like a siren in your brain as your sage ol' rational mind gets its bearings. "I…. I suppose I should…uh…go," it's more of a question than a statement.

"Why?" Qui-Gon asks, sounding rather surprised.

Your eyes shift between the two of them.

Obi-Wan runs his fingers along your chin. "I brought you here. You don't leave til I say so," he says softly.

"It would be wise not to argue with him," Qui-Gon says. "Or else he may have to punish you."

"I may have to punish her anyway, Master," Obi-Wan purrs.

The two men turn and look at you with lascivious gazes. You think you hear a squeak escape your throat. But then you flash your best sly grin back at them. "I'll be the one who decides who gets punished, boys." You then laugh your most evil laugh as they give each other slightly perplexed looks as you scramble up from the bed and grab Qui-Gon's long sash from the floor. You wind it around your hands and growl, "My turn to play," smiling as they now stare wide-eyed at you, speechless. "Let's see…." you say as you saunter back toward the bed, "…who first?"

The End