#space grumpa

Dooku is a very unhappy Captain and Qui-Gon is his perpetually amused First Mate/Husband and they’ve each fallen in love with this young, charming scallywag who is seducing them whilst stealing all their loot but then all of a sudden he’s in BIG TROUBLE and it’s not so funny anymore.

Anyway long story short Qui-Gon kidnaps Obi-Wan from the Jedi temple and Dooku has him imprisoned in a cell (read: their bedroom) and holds him for ransom from the Jedi. But of course the Jedi don’t negotiate.

And Obi-Wan is not nearly so offended by not being rescued as he should be.

And that’s how undercover Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi ends up as the navigator on the most prestigious Pirate Space-Ship in all the galaxy, with two formidable husbands who are fierce, sexy, and intimidating.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dooku/Qui-Gon Jinn Characters: Qui-Gon Jinn, Dooku (Star Wars) Additional Tags: First Time, Enthusiastic Consent, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Series: Part 3 of Accidental Summary:

Qui-Gon trains his first Padawan to Knighthood, and chooses to spend the celebratory evening with his former-Master.

call me Ishmael because this fucking thing

because the OT4 had become a thing and I’m getting really good feedback from AO3 as well as on here and honestly i never thought it would.

Because really, my main thought was that Dooku is old, and also, you know, canonically evil. And also, i assumed people would want PAIRINGS, so an OT4 is a risk because there’s four potential characters someone may not like.

But damn. You guys are all super into it and I stg it’s like inspirational GOLD DUST.

(The kink thing esp. I mean like, wow, this had been SUPER FUN)

Okay but LISTEN WHAT IF -in the interest of more angst- Dooku’s amnesia is a result of direct interference.

What if it’s the only way to get him to stop his fall to the Dark Side (even with his lovers desperately trying to bring him back, to persuade him, to convince him the Jedi Order still deserves a chance.)

But they can all see what’s happening. And the Council want to outright banish, or execute, him. But because of the relationship he has with his bondmates, they’re (Qui, Obi and Ani) presented with a choice.

Death, or memory wipe.

And of course they choose memory wipe.

But really, it’s almost like loosing him to death anyway.

They never let him see it coming. They spend a normal evening together, Dooku falls asleep, and then Qui-Gon administers the sedative to keep him that way, knowing that when he wakes up he’ll be…gone.

And two days later he wakes up, wide eyed and confused and the last six decades of his life erased like they never happened. 

He remembers Qui-Gon in name only. “I was thinking of taking you as a Padawan…” he states numbly, looking up at this tall, powerful man, already past his prime; grey in his hair and lines on his face. How can he be the fresh-faces initiate Dooku had seen only yesterday tripping over his own feet and giggling at his friends.

Obi and Ani are complete strangers, and he looks at them with a scowl of distrust that breaks their hearts.

But there’s something between them. A bond in the Force that even the memory wipe cant erase, and despite his fear and anxiety, Dooku is able to relax in their presence.

Someone has to accompany him at all times; the memory wipe has side affects, especially for someone of Dooku’s advanced age; and he gets confused easily. But none of them mind.

The good days are when he acts like himself; arguing, snipping, hard-won compliments.

The bad days are when he’s soft and amicable and so out of it it’s like there’s nothing left of who he was. Just quietness and absence.

I cant see Dooku having any really extreme kinks, but maybe something like breath play? Perhaps he confides that he tried it with both Sifo and Jocasta and it just really works for him; the trust, the submission, the illusion of danger. 

(i’m thinking particularly with Jocasta? Her small hands and slim fingers around his neck with an iron grip, taking him to his limits with eagle-eyed precision before releasing and allowing him deep gasps of sweet air.)

And I imagine Qui-Gon acquiesces  for a little while. The first time very tentatively, large hand squeezing around his Master’s neck with only just enough pressure to make breathing difficult, not impossible.

And then harder when he learns his Master’s limits. But only a couple times, if that. Because he realises that the squirming in his stomach every time Dooku suggest it isn’t nerves, or excitement. It’s dread. 

Qui-Gon hates it. Hates the idea of choking, cutting off his air, with his own two hands. It’s too much like violence. Too abhorrent to the Living Force.

And so he refuses. And Dooku harrumphs at first, half annoyed half embarrased, feeling like Qui-Gon is calling him out on his preferences. But Qui-Gon assures him that’s not the case. He wishes he could fulfill Dooku’s wishes, give him the experience he craves. But it’s not in him to do that, and eventually they come to an understanding.

Okay this got away from me (who’s surprised?) it wasn’t supposed to be quite this long but hey ho here we are! It’s unbetaed and barely edited so fingers crossed it doesn’t read like shit :D

(I stg all I’m writing atm is pure smut)

Practice

Word count: 1593

NSFW

Warnings: Non-mastubatory voyeurism, oral, verbal commands

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“You really mustcontrol your blushing,” a deep voice commented behind him. “It’sunbecoming for a Jedi in Council Chambers.”

Plus Masters Dookuand Qui-Gon kept getting chastised by Master Yoda for clearlydistracting Obi-Wan in the middle of proceedings.

“It’snot like I can help it,” Obi-Wan complained, breathing out a huffas he headed to his own room in their shared quarters.

“Ofcourse you can,” Dooku’s voice was purr next to his ear, closerthan Obi-Wan expected, and the younger man started in surprise.

“W-What?”Obi-Wan turned his head to look at the man who was pressing himselfagainst his back, and saw that Anakin and Qui-Gon had also followedinto his bedroom.

“Youjust need some practice,” Dooku spoke against the back of Obi-Wan’sneck, his beard tickling against his skin.

“Practice?”

“Toget over your embarrassment.”

Dookuwas speaking so plainly, even as he ran his hands over Obi-Wan’schest and stomach, and Obi-Wan could feel the heat rising to hisface.

“How?”

Dookumade a pleased noise and stepped back without explanation. WhenObi-Wan turned around to look at him he found the older man hadsnagged Anakin by the arm and pulled him close.

Hisvoice too quiet for Obi-Wan to hear as he spoke into Anakin’s ear,the younger man’s eyes on Obi-Wan as a broad smirk stretched acrosshis face.

Anakinlooked to Dooku briefly, sharing a silence before he nodded, runninga hand back through the older man’s white hair before walking withpurpose to Obi-Wan.

Hetook his former Master in a firm hold without warning and kissed himdeep. His mouth muffled the startled noise Obi-Wan emitted, and hebegan pushing him back towards the bed without pause. He was clearlynot wasting any time as he pulled at Obi-Wan’s belt, divesting him ofthe accessory in record time and pushing the rest of his tunics offto the floor for them to step over.

“A-ah,Anakin!” Obi-Wan was overwhelmed, not quite sure what was going on.Not that he minded; the actions themselves weren’t unfamiliar, but hesensed there was more to this than he had been told.

Anakinpushed him down onto the bed and Obi-Wan let out a gasp as he bouncedbriefly on the soft mattress.

“Sitback against the wall,” Anakin told him as he removed his belt andtunics, and it was then Obi-Wan got a good look at what else wasgoing on in the room.

Qui-Gonhad seated himself in the one chair in the room, leaned forward withhis elbows on his knees, his blue eyes watching them intently. Dookuwas on the other side of the room, close to the bed and leanedagainst the dresser. He was also watching them with a sharp,interested gaze.

Obi-Wangroaned when he realised what this was. They were going to watch.

Hefought against his embarrassment as he did what Anakin asked,shifting back on the bed to put his back against the wall. Hewould be lying he he said he wasn’t a little bit aroused at theprospect.

Anakincrawled up over the bed towards him, hands landing on Obi-Wan’s kneesto push his legs apart so he could settle between them. He leaned upto kiss Obi-Wan again, but it was brief and only a precursor to starta train of firm wet kisses down over Obi-Wan’s body.

Anakinlicked and nipped down over Obi-Wan’s neck before biting against hisshoulder, drawing a gasp from the older man before he soothed it withhis tongue. Anakin took a few seconds to suck a livid bruise ontoObi-Wan’s pale skin before continuing down.

Obi-Wan’shead fell back with a gasp as Anakin caught one of his nipples in hismouth, and his eyes closed at the sensation.

“Openyour eyes.” The order came from across the room, a soft butcommanding voice, and Obi-Wan opened his eyes obediently, lookingover to Qui-Gon as a hot blush rose to his cheeks. His former-Masterwore a faint smirk, eyes intent with lust, but otherwise he lookedunaffected.

Anakincontinued down, and Obi-Wan turned his gaze to the younger man,watching his progress as he nibbled and kissed down over his stomach.His fingers curled into the waistband of Obi-Wan’s pants and slidthem down off his hips.There was no getting them off with him between his legs, but Anakinpulled them down enough to free his formerMaster’s erection.

Agasping moan escaped Obi-Wan as the cool air touched his heated skin.He bit his lip and almost closed his eyes again before catchinghimself, and instead his head fell back against the wall. He liftedhis eyes briefly, and found two pairs of eyes watching himattentively.They weren’t doing anything, just watching.

“Lookat Anakin,” Dooku’s voice was commanding, and Obi-Wan obeyedimmediately, turning his gaze down to watch as Anakin slowly tookObi-Wan’s cock into his mouth.

“A-ah!”Obi-Wan gasped as the hot wetness surrounded him, and his hand liftedas though to grab Anakin’s hairbefore he was interrupted.

“Handsat your sides.” The order was sharp, Dooku again, and Obi-Wangroaned desperately as he gripped the blankets tight next to hislegs.

Anakinbegan working him immediately, and Obi-Wan letout a stream of whimperingpants as he watched hiscock disappearedinto Anakin’smouth again and again. Anakin maintained steady eye contact theentire time, and Obi-Wan’s whole body shivered at the intimacy of it.

“Nnn…Anakin…”Obi-Wan breathed, his legs shifting wider as he pressed his feet downagainst the bed.

Anakinpicked up the pace a little and had to break eye contact as hefocussed on his task. His hands  gripped Obi-Wan’s thighs firmly,keeping his legs apart as the older man moaned and twitched.

“Lookat me.” Qui-Gon’s voice, but Obi-Wan didn’t hearwhat he’d said as hecontinued to stare down at Anakin’s mouth.

“Now.”Louder and firmer when Obi-Wan didn’t immediately comply, and thatwas enough to draw Obi-Wan’s attention. He keened a desperate moanwhen blue eyes caught and held his gaze. Qui-Gon had shifted positiononly to lean back against the chair. He was clearly aroused, but madeno move to pleasure himself as heregarded Obi-Wan. It wasalmost like he didn’t notice.

“Q-Qui–”Obi-Wan panted, cheeks red and the flush of pleasureslowly creeping down his neck and onto his chest. He kept his eyeslocked to Qui-Gon’s even as Anakin hummed around his cock and drewshuddering moans from his lips.

Itwas intense, havingone lover pleasure him whilstthe other two looked on as audience. A commanding audience.

Asthe pleasure built, Obi-Wan’s eyes slipped close unbidden, and hisgroan was interrupted by Dooku orderinghim to open his eyes again.

Heobeyed immediately, even as the hard voice sent an additional shiverof pleasure through him. His gaze was captured by Dooku,the older Master holding his attention even as Anakin upped his paceand Obi-Wan’s orgasm rushed at him with startling speed.

“F-Force!”Obi-Wan choked out, every muscle in his body tight with tension, hisfingers curled in a white knuckle grip in the sheets. Still, heobediently kept his gaze locked to Dooku, eyes wide and desperate ashis toes curled and feet pressed hard into the mattress.

“A-Anakin–!I’m–!”

Anakindidn’t let up, and Obi-Wan’s orgasm rolled over him like a crestingwave, the force of it pushing him back against the wall, head backand eyes squeezed shut as he let out a shout of pleasure. His bodyconvulsed and roiled as Anakin held his hips in a vice-like grip andcontinued to pleasure him beyond what Obi-Wan ever thought possible.His cries went on an on until he was reduced to little more thanwhining, jerky gasps, and it was only then that Anakin let up.

Obi-Wanlost track of time for a few minutes, but when he came around hefound he had been moved to a lying position.Dooku was sat next to him, long fingers combing through his sweatyhair. The older man wore a pleased smile, softer than any he wouldever wear outside their chambers.

“Youdid well,” he commended, leaning low to press a fond kiss toObi-Wan’s forehead.

Theyounger man let out a weary laugh. At the edge of his concentrationhe heard a noise at the end of the bed, and he looked down to seeAnakin getting his reward for ‘helping’Obi-Wan. Qui-Gon’s head was between the younger man’s legs and Anakinhad his fingers curled tight in the older man’s longhair as he gasped and rocked in pleasure.

Butas pleasant a sight as it was, Obi-Wan was still too out of it for itto affect him, and he instead turned back to Dooku, enjoying thefingers in his hair and soft kisses the Master pressed to his handand fingertips.

Beforelong Anakin was sated, and he wearily dragged himself up to lieagainst Obi-Wan, who was already half asleep. He wrapped an armacross his former Master and nuzzled his face into his shoulderbefore stilling.

Afterpressing fond kisses and gentle touches to their young lovers,Qui-Gon and Dooku pulled the blankets up over them before heading outinto their shared chambers. Dooku hadn’t even closed the bedroom doorbefore Qui-Gon had grabbed him by the hand and dragged him towardshis own bedroom.