Slash enligt Trycksvärta

The young man was trembling slightly,
and Qui-Gon strove not to touch his skin more than was unavoidable,
almost afraid that a spark might crackle between them from the electricity of the the tension.

But he is only a slave, a slut:
he is not deserving of privacy or modesty.

He felt a tightness in his body dissolve,
one he had carried so long it hade become second nature to him,
realized only when it was released
- the necessity to keep hidden his long-unspoken desire for his Master.

He welcomed the freedom to work through it now,
under cover of their roles,
without fear of discovery or rejection