"All right, but you owe me. And not for saving your skin for the tenth time." Anakin says playfully.

"Ninth time. That business on Cato Neimoidia doesn't, doesn't count." Obi-Wan says with a small smile. Anakin knows his Master is just teasing, but he feels his heart sink a little.

"I'll see you at the briefing." Then Obi-Wan disappears inside the ship and Anakin is left alone with a flock of politicians. Why him?

Ah... Cato Neimoidia... Anakin sighs and fondly remembers that particular mission. A sly smirk forming on his lips. That is Anakin's favorite mission. He feels a blush creeping up onto his cheeks. It was only last month, but Anakin feels like it was years ago and he misses being on that planet... with Obi-Wan. Senator Organa is saying something, but Anakin's totally tuning him out.

"Excuse me," Anakin says and steps away.

"Certainly." Organa says and keeps walking, leaving Anakin to greet Padme.

As he approaches, she smiles brightly and throws her arms around him. He hugs her back as he tries to swallow back the growing lump in his throat and the rising guilt in his stomach. He feels slightly nauseous. She prattles on to him, but he's not listening. Then the word 'pregnant' pops out of her mouth and he feels like he might really be sick. Pregnant? Shit!

"That's... that's... t-that's w-wonderful." Anakin manages and tries to give her a convincing smile. He is so screwed.

Later that night, Anakin falls into a restless sleep. He tosses and turns until he wakes himself up. He groans internally when he realizes that the inside of his pants are damp and sticky. Anakin sighs to himself and quietly gets out of bed without waking his wife. He changes his pants and throws the dirty ones into the laundry bin. Then he goes into the living area of the apartment and sits down on the couch. His mind is troubled and his body is warm with mild arousal from his dreams and nightly emission.

Then Anakin reaches over to the table beside the couch and grabs the Holonet. It is late, and he knows he shouldn't, but he has to. He types in a very familiar number and waits. After a few minutes of beeping, Anakin is just about to give up, but then a very sleepy and disgruntled and shirtless Obi-Wan appears on the other end.

"Anakin? It's late. I hope this is important." Obi-Wan says through the Holonet.

"Hello, Master." Anakin says coyly.

"Hi, Anakin." Obi-Wan says, waiting expectantly.

"I couldn't sleep." Anakin admits.

Obi-Wan let out a wry laugh, "So you thought you'd wake me up at this ungodly hour to suffer too?"

"No... I just wanted to see if you're awake." Anakin says with a sheepish grin.

"That does not comprise letting the Holonet beep twenty-seven times until I answer!" Obi-Wan grouses.

"Please, Obi-Wan?" Anakin asks sweetly.

Obi-Wan sighs and smiles a little. "All right. What's going on?"

Anakin smiles. Using his Master's given name has always endeared Obi-Wan. Allowing Anakin back on his good side. Usually...

"Can I come over?" Anakin whispers.

Obi-Wan hesitates and strokes his short beard in contemplation. "I don't know if that's really a good idea."

"Why not?" Anakin fusses.

"It's late for one. And two, I know why you want to come over." Obi-Wan says.

"I'll behave myself." Anakin lies with a playful smirk.

"I'm tired." Obi-Wan reminds.

"I was dreaming about Cato Neimoidia." Anakin says vaguely.

Obi-Wan suddenly diverts his gaze as his face becomes flushed. "Oh, I see."

Anakin bites on his bottom lip to try and hold in a smile. There is an awkward silence for a few seconds.

"So... can I come over?" Anakin asks again.

Obi-Wan sighs. "I really need to sleep right now, but why don't you come over tomorrow evening?"

"All right," Anakin agrees, "Goodnight, Obi-Wan." He really wants to visit Obi-Wan tonight. He doesn't want to wait a whole day, but he knows it would be pointless to argue.

Obi-Wan gives Anakin a warm smile, "Goodnight, Anakin."

Then the Holonet clicks off. Anakin tosses the damn thing back on the table and heaves a frustrated sigh. Anakin's mind is on his dreams. Swirling in his brain, occupying all his thoughts and clouding his mind easily. Anakin stretches out on the couch to be more comfortable. All his muscles tingle as he relaxes. He is too awake to sleep, but too tired to do much of anything. He closes his eyes and recalls to memory the time he and Obi-Wan had spent on that far off planet near the Outer Rim. Cato Neimoidia.

"Anakin, we're lost." Obi-Wan says.

"We're not lost. We're just taking a short cut." Anakin replies and ducks under some large overgrown brush.

"How can you tell? Everything looks the same." Obi-Wan observes critically, stepping over and around a couple of large logs.

"Call it a sixth sense. Hey, atleast we're safe from those Kreehawks." Anakin says with a small smile, mouth curving up at the edges with a hint of disdain.

Obi-Wan scoffs as he avoids a low hanging flower that looks like it has hundreds on tiny teeth. "Your idea of safe is not the same as mine," he says as he eyes a particularly nasty looking plant. Anakin merely chuckles and shakes his head as they continue to tread lightly in the large, abnormal forest that, undoubtedly, gives Obi-Wan the creeps.

"Some of these plants look like they want to eat me." Obi-Wan says warily as he passes a flower with thick, writhing vines that has jagged edges and sharp barbs near the ends.

"Don't worry, Master," Anakin tries to sound reassuring, "They probably only attack if-"

"Ouch! Blasted thing!" Obi-Wan shouts in pain and indignation.

Anakin turns, startled at Obi-Wan's sudden outcry, to see his Master standing near a large reddish hue flower with a tentacle-like vine stabbed into his thigh. The offending flower tries to embed deeper into Obi-Wan's muscle tissue, but Anakin quickly draws his lightsaber and slices right through the thick vine, severing it.

"Are you all right, Master?!" Anakin asks frantically, kneeling, as he makes to pull the thorny vine from Obi-Wan's thigh. Obi-Wan winces as the sharp vine is ripped from his flesh. "I think so."

"Ew," Anakin grimaces.

"What?" Obi-Wan asks, worried.

"Look," Anakin gestures to his Master's thigh.

Obi-Wan looks down at his deep puncture wound through his torn, off-white trouser fabric. Transuding from the wound and mixing with his blood, is some type of blue, fluorescent ooze. "Ah... That can't be good."

"We need to get you back to Tarko-se." Anakin says and looks up at Obi-Wan with concern.

"I agree." Obi-Wan says.

Tarko-se is vastly populated bridge city. There they should be able to find a medic to tend to Obi-Wan. Anakin nods solemnly and pushes himself back into a standing position, "Can you walk?"

"Yes, I believe so." Obi-Wan says and tries to take a few slow steps. He manages fine for a minute, but then he wavers. Anakin grasps Obi-Wan's arm to steady him, "Master?"

"I don't feel too good." Obi-Wan says quietly and brings his hand to his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Anakin asks, worry clearly expressed in every line of his young face.

"Dizzy and hot," is all Obi-Wan manages.

"Come on, Master. I've got you." Anakin says and wraps an arm around Obi-Wan's torso to keep him steady. They walk along through the forest for several minutes that seem to drag on. Obi-Wan limps and stumbles a few times, but Anakin holds him firm and keeps him from falling. A few more paces ad they find themselves finally out of the forest and in a large clearing. Just ahead is a grand structure of many rooms and steps built into the face of a small gray stone mountain. Anakin, being as sensitive as he is, can sense many friendly lifeforms inside those cave-like structures. Maybe they'll be willing to help. Anakin half drags, half carries an increasingly incoherent and babbling Obi-Wan, who's muttering something about three wild Devaronian girls and Master Vos.

Anakin shakes his head and ignores, tries to anyway, Obi-Wan's kinky tale of another Master and realizes that Obi-Wan's a horrible gossip when he's intoxicated. Anakin thinks it's good that the only time Obi-Wan gets intoxicated is either in their Temple quarters or wandering dangerous forests. He wonders if Obi-Wan knows this and if it's why Anakin never sees him touch a drop of liquor during formal events, or negotiation meetings.

"Hello? We need some help." Anakin calls up to the caves. He waits a moment, two, three, before something emerges from the largest entry. A small humanoid creature, about the size of a youngling, comes bouncing down the stone steps, on it's inflated tail, toward Anakin.

"Master Jedi," the creature greets pleasantly, "I am Chief Tieren of the Turfjumpers. How may I be of assistance?"

Anakin looks confused. "I thought this planet was only inhabited with Neimoidians..."

"We're the natives. We live here in secret, because the Neimoidians have forced most of our civilizations to leave." Tieren explains solemnly.

"I'm sorry..." Anakin says lamely. He doesn't know what to say to such a thing, as awful as it is. And not meaning to be rude, he gently changes the subject. "I'm Anakin Skywalker. This is my Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi. We need your help." Just then Obi-Wan lifts his head, eyes cloudy and unfocused and mumbles something naughty about Master Yoda and Master Yaddle. He clearly picks out the word 'striptease' and thinks he might be nauseous.

Chief Tieren looks concerned. "Oh, dear. What's happened Master Kenobi?"

Obi-Wan just moans pitifully in response. "He's been poisoned by a plant." Anakin supplies, trying to shift his weight to keep Obi-Wan from sagging as much as he is.

"Oh, no. Let's get him to the healer." Tieren says.

Anakin drags a half-lifeless Obi-Wan up a few short stone steps into cave where the healer dwells. She's a oddly cute little thing with some strange tattoo-like marking on her wrists and forehead. They lay Obi-Wan down on a cot woven of fur and tree bark and healer proceeds to work on him as Anakin sits beside them patiently, but inside his anxiety is running rampant. The healer uses some natural remedies to counter-act the poison. Some oil soaked leaves are applied to Obi-Wan's thigh and he's orally administered some nasty looking green sludge. She says that they're safe and work against most poisons on their world. Anakin's grateful to her.

"He'll be all right soon. Can I get you some thing to drink?" she asks hospitably.

"Thank you." Anakin nods as she leaves and tucks his arms into the sleeves of his robes and silently hopes that the something to drink isn't as disgusting as whatever medicine she gave Obi-Wan. She returns with a small wooden bowl of fresh water. Anakin smiles and gulps it greedily, enjoying the cool, clean taste. After a few moments, Obi-Wan rouses.

"Ugh... Anakin?" Obi-Wan asks, immediately looking at him. Obi-Wan tries to sit up and does so pretty well.

"Master," Anakin says, relieved, offering a broad smile, "You're all rig-" Anakin's words are cut off as Obi-Wan suddenly presses his mouth against his. Anakin's eyes are wide with shock and he is immobile as Obi-Wan pushes him down on the cave floor and kisses him wantonly, sucking and biting his lips. Anakin tries to pull away, but Obi-Wan is straddling his hips. And all his words are effectively muffled, what with Obi-Wan's tongue down his throat.

"Oh, dear..." Anakin hears the healer say, embarrassed.

Anakin turns his head to break the kiss, reeling from the unexpected shock, but that does not deter Obi-Wan. He simply latches onto Anakin's neck and begins to bite and suck the flesh savagely. "Obi-Wan!" Anakin shouts, alarmed, "What's gotten into you?!"

"Chief Tieren!" the healer shouts and runs outside.

"Want you." Obi-Wan mutters huskily between his assaults on Anakin's neck, running his hands up under Anakin's shirts to pinch and twist sensitive nipples. Anakin squirms away as Obi-Wan grinds his trouser-clad erection into Anakin's pelvis. "E chu ta!" Anakin yelps in Huttese without thinking. He wriggles out from underneath Obi-Wan and follows the healer.

"Chief!" the healer calls in desperation as the chief walks over to see what all the commotion is.

"What's the matter, Healer Kei?" Chief Tieren asks, bouncing over quickly.

"It's Obi-Wan." Anakin says, panting and trying to straighten his dishevelled appearance and hold onto some semblance of his jedi dignity. Obi-Wan then comes up behind Anakin and wraps his arms around Anakin's waist. The chief looks mildly surprised.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan purrs and begins to kiss his neck again. Anakin just stands there uncomfortably with a blank expression as he feels his face heating. In all his years, he never thought Obi-Wan Kenobi, of all people, would make indecent advances, especially to him - his former apprentice!

"Oh... What kind of plant did you say he was poisoned by?" Tieren inquires, sounding slightly amused.

"Um... a large red and orange flower with sharp vines. It injected him with some sort of blue poison." Anakin recalls slowly, eyes darkening in anxiety and suspicion. Obi-Wan runs his hands under Anakin's tunic and over the flesh of his stomach and the hard abdominal muscles. Anakin swats him away, or tries to atleast, but in this condition, Obi-Wan in a persistent little bugger.

"Ah. The Luxúria Flor. Awful thing." The chief says.

"The what?" Anakin asks in confusion and dismay. Obi-Wan gropes his backside, digging his nails in and palming the soft flesh through Anakin's trousers and mewing quietly like a horny female.

"The Luxúria Flor is a plant that injects it's victims with lust venom, driving them, literally, mad with desire. Highly poisonous and fatal. Kills within hours." Chief Tieren informs.

"Is there an antidote?" Anakin hopes desperately, wishing that his Master would keep his hands to himself. Obi-Wan nuzzles his hair, burying his nose in the wavy, dirty-blonde locks.

"Yes..." Tieren says hesitantly upon seeing Anakin's fiery glare.

"Well?" Anakin asks impatiently, voice rising a couple octaves higher than he had intended. Obi-Wan rubs up against him and he feels a hardness pressing on his hip. "Stop it, Master!"

"He needs to mate with someone." Tieren says evenly, trying subtly scoot away from the frustrated Jedi Knight.

"Oh?" Anakin asks warily as Obi-Wan starts to nibble on his neck.

Tieren chuckles. "And it has to be with someone of his own species."

Anakin quirks a brow and tries to retain his peaceful jedi demeanor, but the weight and the implication of what he's just heard is sinking in fast and he thinks he might very much like to go stab that damn flower right in it's pollen hole. And Obi-Wan continues to grope him mercilessly in very intimate places making his face flush a warm pink. "I don't like where this is heading."

They are too far from any sort of human civilization. Coruscant is the nearest human population and that's two days away. Obi-Wan can't last that long, even if Anakin flew in hyperdrive the whole way. Not to mention the issue of not having a ship at the moment and not having any sort of resources to get communications to the Republic. And even if they could find their way back to the Neimoidian capitol in time, where Anakin had inadvertently crash-landed their ship, they would still have to either wait for a Republic cruiser to rescue them or for someone to fix their ship - which would take Force knows how long. Anakin groans in anguish. This mission is not going well.

"We'll provide you with private quarters." Tieren offers helpfully.

"Thanks." Anakin says sarcastically and tries to wrap his brain around this new and disturbing development. Obi-Wan slips his hand down Anakin's trousers and Anakin squeaks in surprise, blushing an even deeper shade. Damn everything to Sith hell.

Tieren leads a very irritated Anakin, with an over-sexed Obi-Wan in toe, to a private cave room reserved for guests. It's alight with torches on the walls. Animal skins cover the stone floor and there's a bed-like mat against one wall. It's large and soft. Sewn together with thick furs and stuffed with cottony plants. A large curtain of animal skin covers the cave entrance like a door. Anakin takes a look around and appraises it disdainfully. It would be nice, except for the fact that this was the place he would have to let himself be defiled by his Master.

"My people respect privacy. We shall not disturb you." Chief Tieren says and leaves them alone.

Anakin sighs heavily. Obi-Wan is pressed up against his back and is practically snuggling him. The room is silent, except for Obi-Wan whispering erotic, filthy words into his ear. Anakin shudders. He pulls away from his Master's embrace and sits down on the mat. Obi-Wan does the same and immediately starts to climb on top of Anakin. "You're so going to owe me for this." Anakin says drily.

Obi-Wan just kisses him. He slips his tongue between Anakin's lips into his mouth as his hands caress Anakin's body. Anakin almost gags as Obi-Wan kisses him deeply, tongue practically going down his throat. Anakin feels a hand start to massage his crotch through his pants. His breath catches hard in his chest and he stiffens like a paralytic. This is too weird. He would like to get this over with, very much so, as soon as possible.

Anakin groans in displeasure and exhaustion as Obi-Wan strokes his thighs. This is supererogation, Anakin believes, on his part. Obi-Wan better appreciate this. He supposes he'll just have to face this, notwithstanding his discomfiture. Force knows he's tired and stressed. And this absolutely has to be done. He has no choice. Despite his severe discomfort, he is becoming painfully aroused under Obi-Wan's warm body and that hand touching him the way it is. Though with the weirdness of it all and the fact that it's his Master, Anakin decides to turn his mind off and channel all of his frustration into some form of passion as he weaves his fingers tightly into Obi-Wan's hair and deepens the kiss, pulling roughly at his lower lip with his teeth.

With the fierce mesh of their tongues and the blood aching in his groin, Anakin idly wonders if Obi-Wan will remember any of this afterward. Obi-Wan trusts his hips against Anakin's and Anakin lets out an aroused squeak, his cock throbbing painfully against his tightened trouser fabric.

"Want to fuck you." Obi-Wan groans in his ear as their crotches rub together. Anakin's cock jerks inside his restrictive trousers and he swallows. Obi-Wan kisses his jaw, then sucks on his throat, leaving dark love bites. He has a second or two to register the fingers pulling off his robes and tunic before warm hands are caressing his bare chest. Anakin's pulse is hammering in his head. Obi-Wan's fingers spread out across his flushed skin.

"Mm," he manages, pulling at the bottom of Obi-Wan's tunic. Anakin yanks at it, pulling it over his Master's head. Prickling with heat all over, Anakin leans in to press his mouth to Obi-Wan's neck, submitting mindlessly when there's a tug at his trousers. Anakin closes his eyes, feeling Obi-Wan slide them off his hips in a hurried fashion. His heart is pounding, his blood racing in his veins, and he tries to tell himself that this whole situation isn't awkward as hell. Anakin is uncomfortable for a moment only, until Obi-Wan kisses him hard, leaving him breathless, naked, exposed, and completely aroused as he wraps his fingers around Anakin's cock, making him shudder and groan. Anakin writhes lightly as that hand strokes his cock, making him pant and ache for release.

Though the feeling doesn't last long and soon he finds himself being rolled onto his stomach. Obi-Wan hastily removes his own pants and is soon grinding his pelvis against Anakin's backside. The implication, when it finally penetrates his lust-hazy brain, strikes hard. It isn't as though it hasn't occurred to him how this would happen; it's not as though he's never thought about it - in fact, he's probably thought about it on some level - but still. He's going to be fucked. He's never been harder. Anakin realizes that this feels oddly right; his Master, naked and aroused, on top of him and pressing his hard cock into his ass. The rapidly-fading rational section of his brain tells him that this is wrong on so many levels, but he quiets it almost instantly. For all intents and purposes, he shouldn't be wanting this. And he didn't, but now he does - badly.

Obi-Wan murmurs incoherently, and then he's pushing inside Anakin. He eases his way deeper and Anakin is startled into silence by the sensation. His mouth falls open in a soundless groan. Finally, Obi-Wan is able to press himself all the way along Anakin's back and use both hands to draw him firmly, all the way back onto his cock, urging a hot, deep penetration that makes Anakin cry out.

"Oh, Master," he rasps, screwing his eyes shut and splaying his hands against the fur mat. Obi-Wan's cock inside him touches secret nerve endings that blaze pleasure all the way from his spine to his fingertips. The sound of Obi-Wan's shaky inhalation shocks down his back, and combined with the inital thrust of hips, there's no suppressing the harsh moan that rips out of him.

Pushing back into each stroke, his heart leaps over and over at the reality of what's happening to him; Obi-Wan Kenobi is fucking him, and he likes it. He knows he won't last though, the searing newness of this feeling is pushing him quickly and relentlessly toward the edge of release. He stretches, strains against Obi-Wan, wanting him deeper, harder, gripping around the cock inside him. Anakin whimpers and then hisses at the unexpected pain of Obi-Wan's teeth sinking into his shoulder coupled with intense pleasure of Obi-Wan's cock slamming into his prostate. He bites on his lower lip. Obi-Wan fucks him harder, faster, filling the cave-like room with hot, dirty, erotic sounds, harsh breath and wanton demands. He can feel his testicles tightening as he's fucked to orgasm and, as if knowing this, Obi-Wan reaches down between Anakin's thighs to give them a rough squeeze.

"Ugh... fuck..." Anakin half groans, half whimpers and closes his eyes as he starts to lose it, crying out and panting from exertion as a flood of delicious sensation ignites his insides and he comes in powerful, shaky spurts all over the fur bed-like mat without even touching his own swollen cock. Then Obi-Wan is shuddering, spilling his semen inside Anakin with a low, feral growl that makes Anakin shiver. Not only can he feel Obi-Wan ejaculating inside him and the harsh twitch of tired muscles against his warm skin, he can feel his Master's orgasm through their connection in the Force. And it's amazing. It's overwhelming his senses and he thinks he's never felt anything so thrilling. Not even flying.

Anakin pants harshly as the after-effects of his orgasm subside, the pulsing in his groin slows and he suddenly feels very exhausted. Obi-Wan rests, stretched out and pressed against Anakin's sweaty back with his cock still inside him. All of Anakin's limbs hurt and he thinks he won't be able to hold Obi-Wan's weight much longer. He's so close to collapsing right now, and even though he doesn't want to move, he still wishes that Obi-Wan would get off him so that he doesn't have to remain on his hands and knees. And as his ill-fated luck would have it, Obi-Wan loses consciousness in that moment and sags against Anakin's bare back. Anakin's muscles give out and he's being pinned underneath Obi-Wan's body.

"Shit." Anakin hisses quietly and starts to wriggle. He manages to slip out from under Obi-Wan and stretches out next to him on the fur mat. He's naked and a bit cold and very sleepy. Obi-Wan's passed out like a ton of rocks and snoring softly beside him. "I guess he's going to live." Anakin mutters as he feels around the stone floor on the side of the mat in search of some kind of blanket. He finds a large pelt of some creature. It'll have to do. He drapes it over himself and Obi-Wan and falls asleep almost immediately. Anakin awakes a few hours later to a voice saying his name.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan croaks, a little confused and disoriented. Anakin sighs and snuggles closer to the naked body beside him. "Anakin!" Obi-Wan practically shouts in alarm and tries to pull away too quickly that he ends up falling off the mat and onto the pelt-covered stone floor. Anakin is jerked awake by the loudness and sudden movements to see a wild looking and slightly frightened Obi-Wan, half propped up on his hands, sitting on the floor. "What in blazes is going on?!" Obi-Wan asks, voice rising in pitch, as he is completely freaking out from waking up naked with his former padawan. Anakin rolls onto his stomach to get a better look at his Master, who has moved several feet away from him, and notes that Obi-Wan looks very sexy just waking up all naked and ruffled. "What happened? Did we-?" Obi-Wan trails off, unable to say the rest of that sentence outloud.

Anakin nods weakly. "Yes. Yes, we did," he says and closed his eyes as he runs a hand through his sleep hair.

Oh, dear..." Obi-Wan says, and crosses his arms over his chest in an act of self-protection and modesty. "What in the blazes happened?" Obi-Wan seems to not remember the majority of recent events. The poison that had him in his lust-fueled state must have an effect on his memory aswell.

Anakin sighs softly and lets out a wry chuckle, "Let's just say I saved your life... again."


Luxúria Flor is Catalan for Lust Flower.

I'd like to acknowledge Google Traslate and Wookieepedia, for which they helped me write this fanfiction. I spent 12+ hours on Wookiepedia doing alot of research. I love them. They're my giant Star Wars Reference Guide. This is a Trilogy, so expect 2 more parts of this fic. If you fav/alert this fic, please leave feedback. I'm very self-conscious about my writing.