Edited and updated on 8/7/18

Night had fallen on Coruscant as Anakin and Obi-wan trekked back to their shared quarters. The last few weeks had proven to be tumultuous at best, hellish at worst. As if discovering a hidden clone army wasn't enough, the miss-hap on Geonosis sparked war through the galaxy like a bolt to a reactor core. It all seemed surreal in their sleep deprived haze, the two of them sinking into the couch beside each other, simultaneously letting out a sigh of relief. It had been too long since they had enjoyed the luxury of resting in their own quarters. It would be too soon that they would be called away again.

"Anakin, you have done well these past few weeks. I couldn't be more proud." Obi-Wan said to Anakin, reaching over to tousle his hair, genuine smile gracing his lips. He moved his hand down to hold his apprentice's braid in his hand. He paused pensively, something like sadness falling over his features only for a brief moment. "You are ready for your trials, I have no doubt," he said, almost mournfully.

Unaware of the saddened tone his master had taken, Anakin's eyes lit up with pride, reveling in the praise his master had bestowed on him. It was not often to hear praise alone from his master- usually any positive expressions were drowned in so many reprimands.

"Thank you Master!" He threw his arms around his beloved teacher with innocent glee. Withdrawing from the embrace, he placed his hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders as he took on an expression of solemnity. "I won't let you down master."

Obi-Wan gazed into his padawans eyes earnestly as he tried to give an assuring smile. It took a measure of effort to keep the longing he felt in his heart from showing. The brief lock of eyes had Obi-wan feeling exposed, as if just by looking into his eyes, Anakin might know the truth of how he felt. As a blush colored his cheeks, he quickly averted his eyes, changing the subject to things rooted in facts rather than emotion.

"The war effort needs generals of your mind, hopefully with your effort we can end this war before it turns into a long and drawn out affair." Obi-wan spoke truthfully, taking solace in factual matters to help him quell his rogue emotions. It wasn't the Jedi way to be given to throes of passion. However he didn't speak to the benefit of Anakin's ego, although it certainly didn't maim the boy's pride. It was fact. They needed Anakin as a Jedi knight in full capacity to help gain an edge on the separatists. He had already proven himself worthy many times over, not to mention during the battle of Geonosis.

It was a testament to the fact that Anakin had grown up. There was hardly a trace left of the young slave his master had found on Tatooine. His soft boyish edges had become hard and muscular. His adolescent perspectives had begun to mature. Often times Obi-wan would catch himself in active denial of the leaps and bounds Anakin was making in his training, mostly because he was terrified to let himself dwell on the man that he had become- the man that Obi-wan had developed a deep longing for.

"I know I will make you proud Master" Anakin said still beaming from the recognition.

Obi-Wan nodded, distancing himself from his emotions. "Indeed you shall." Obi-wan spoke, rising up from the sofa, retreating from the object of his desires that tempted him so sweetly, so unknowingly.

"The hour grows late my young apprentice, I'm afraid it's time for me to retire." Obi-wan said, not daring to look his padawan in his eyes.

"Good night, master" Anakin said sweetly as Obi-Wan made way towards his private quarters.

"You as well Anakin," he said, cursing the way his emotions seemed to rule him so ruthlessly.

Of course it was all a ruse. Obi-Wan knew he couldn't sleep if he tried. His mind was too full of racing thoughts, ones that made him feel dirty and wrong. Thoughts of his Padawan…

He should have been exhausted after the events of the last few weeks. So much battling, plotting, running. With the war on the rise, he might only get this one night to sleep in his own bed before being sent out in the field again.

Still, with thoughts of the war came thoughts of Anakin. Because he couldn't ignore his padawan's competency any longer, not with him being so desperately needed by the war effort. It was time to accept the fact that he was no longer his little padawan. No longer dependent and reliant on him for help. It was time for transition. He would have to let go, give distance, release this problematic attachment into the force.

Not only was it against the Jedi code to form such emotional attachments- liabilities, but it was grossly uncharacteristic of himself to let these types of things happen. The attraction he felt was so animal, so instinctual, it was a beast to be tamed that even to himself seemed to be insurmountable.

Just grazing the thought was too much for him to handle, stirring up so many urges and impulses. The fact that he should never have been fostering these desires only made them so much more powerful. It gnawed at him relentlessly as his member hardened, leaving him feeling hopeless and defeated, disgusted by these unstoppable chemical drives that refused to let up. At the heart of all was his padawan, the one that made him feel this way. The one that drove him to the edge of his self control.

He desperately tried to ignore the pleasurable sensation, the anticipation in his loins. The more he willed it away, the more his length ached and pulsed, begging to be touched, seeding his mind with thoughts of Anakin, of all the ways he wanted him.

Rapt by the animal drives that took over his senses, he reached out with the force to Anakin, hoping he too was having these same base desires. Or perhaps he was already pleasuring himself…

Just before Obi-wan reached Anakin, he instantly recoiled from him in shame. The sexual tension was too much for him to control, the congenital nature of it make his stomach twist with disgust. The shame he felt for it was massive, but only intensified his burn for release.

Obi-wan let his hand wander down to the strangled erection beneath his robes. He gently compressed his manhood, sending waves of pleasure throughout his entire body. His body felt tender, hard niples dragging on his robes as his chest rose and fell at a quickening pace.

With his eyes closed he fondled himself over his leggings, imagining what Anakin's fingers would feel like gripping his girth. Obi-wan was so lost in fantasy that he didn't even notice the strangled moan that escaped his lips as he freed his member from his leggings and began to stroke his length teasingly. If only Anakin could hear his body yearn for his touch. Those lips, wet, taking his length from stem to root.

Pausing to moisten his hands with saliva, he resumed stroking himself, body already electric, embarrassingly close to orgasm.

Tearing at his robes with his free hand he exposed his chest. Generously moistening his free hand he moved to tease his nipples, gently putting friction on the hard peaks as he worked his shaft faster. Pleasure welled deliciously in his belly as his breath faltered, his mind playing salacious fantasies as he worked his length, desperate moans mingling with one name that fell from his lips.

"Oh Anakin," As Obi-wan's pleasure grew, his fantasy took over his senses, seeming so real as he lost himself to his most shameful desires. Beautiful pure blue eyes staring up at him lustfully as those lips, that tongue, teased and tickled his tip, prodding him to finish.

He was panting, gasping for breath between whimpers and moans, not knowing the volume of his desperate sounds.

"Oh Ani, oh, don't stop..."

Nearly reaching release his body was on fire, tortured by the thought of Anakin pleasuring him so seductively "oh..oh oh, Ani-"

Obi-wan's pace quickened, his grip becoming firmer as his orgasm crested, leaving him trembling from the electricity that tore through his limbs as he lost all control, completely absorbed in his basest fantasy. "Anakin!" He groaned loudly as he climaxed, seed spilling all over his exposed chest in a milky sheen.

Obi-wan was still reveling and squirming in orgasm when the door to his quarters ripped open as the young padawan rushed in, responding to the perceived shouts for help from his master.

"Master!" Anakin shouted before his mind caught up with the situation. Obi-wan lied still, frozen on his sleeper with his softened member still exposed, seed spilled all over himself. As if he had seen something terrible, Anakin stumbled backward in confusion as the door shut between them.

Timidly, Anakin climbed back onto his sleeper, terribly confused by what he had just seen. The stewing bewilderment and enlightenment kept Anakin up all night leaving him feeling a mix of disgust and shock. He felt as if everything he had ever known was to be questioned. The only thing he could know for sure is that the relationship with his master would never be the same.