The Devil You Thought You Knew

When Obi-Wan was 15 years old - his Master had given him 'the talk'. About how it was perfectly natural to be experiencing attractions of both an emotional and sexual nature. And how that fit into the Jedi Code (or how it was excluded and discouraged). Never mind that Qui-Gon knows that the bond he and Obi-Wan have is steadily deepening and maturing as his Padawan does. Never mind that they're already close to breaking from love of a deeper order. Never mind that he's nearly becoming attracted to his Padawan too and given a few years time, he might be hopelessly in love with the boy. Never mind that he already is. So nearing Obi-Wan's 17th birthday, Qui-Gon is pushed by old friends he shouldn't have; the elusive Gray Order. A scattering of Jedi who follow a code of their own, between the Light and Dark. And while Obi-Wan doesn't agree with their ways in the slightest, they end up fueling his determination. And Qui-Gon knows, just as anything else regarding Obi-Wan Kenobi, he doesn't stand a chance. But maybe they never did.

Camping. Sexy times. The end. Erik moaned at the contact, at the warmth of Charles’ hands, at the languid strokes up and down his yearning cock. An image flashed in his mind; of Charles in his lap, Erik buried inside him, biting Charles’ neck. Erik fucking up into him mercilessly while Charles’ climax took him over the edge.

Hope drives people to fight back, in any way they can.

"I see that you have kept the chocolates." Hanzo suppresses a flinch and doesn't turn around. Maybe if he is completely unresponsive, his brother will grow bored and they can keep postponing a proper conversation.