Chapter: 2 (reworking of tryst 2)
Author: Hyyp Chick
Pairing: A/O
Rating: R for the chapter, NC-17 for the story as a whole.
Disclaimer: Star Wars and all its affiliations are owned by George Lucas, I'm merely using for fun and do not intend to make money from this.
Summary: Obi-Wan finds Anakin in a compromising position.
Author's note: A few months ago I decided that I was not completely happy with the 10 trysts of Kenobi-Skywalker; it was my first ever fic and I thought I could do the story a greater justice than I had done originally. So far I have done up to chapter 4 but I'm really struggling over 5 and so I thought I'd start posting them because I don't want them just getting lost on my computer. I hope to complete all 10 at some point.
This fic is a reworking of trysts but with more structured chapters and character development. Some chapters are very similar to their predecessors and some are completely new so please don't think that if you've read trysts you've read these. Go on give it a go; you know you want to ;)
Obi-Wan had searched the Jedi Temple for Anakin; it had been getting late and he hadn't returned to their quarters. Not that this should actually be an issue, Anakin was eighteen years old and if he felt the need to stay out half the night it was his prerogative to do so. Obi-Wan was his Master not his mother after all and although he could have placed a curfew on his Padawan he never had. It would only be another rule he'd have to punish him for breaking so generally Obi-Wan let Anakin have his freedom; after being a slave for so long it was a commodity he valued above all others.
However since 'that' incident in the bathroom a few weeks ago Obi-Wan had found himself fantasising about the boy; but fantasising had given way all too quickly to preoccupation and eventually obsession and now it had turned Obi-Wan into the clingy girlfriend.
Or at least that's what he felt like always wondering where Anakin was, who he was with, and what time he'd be home; Anakin to his credit though either hadn't noticed or had chosen to ignore it and Obi-Wan was eternally grateful for that.
The Jedi Master had been expecting a fractured and difficult conversation over supper that night and he was prepared to make his profuse apologies for baring witness. But after joining Obi-Wan in the Great Hall Anakin hadn't even mentioned it and promptly changed the subject every time Obi-Wan had tried to do so, so he had given up and it had been as if nothing had occurred since.
Except for Obi-Wan's growing obsession; so having waited for hours for Anakin to return without success he'd concluded that he was in some kind of danger, needed his help, and therefore he must go and look for him.
A rational part of his brain asked what danger a Padawan was supposed to get in to within the Temple especially without the training bond being triggered, but the girlfriend part told it to shut up it wasn't listening. And the Temple, it turned out, was a ridiculously large place to search for one tiny person and no matter how much Obi-Wan reached into the Force it couldn't tell him where Anakin was. Stupid Force.
Getting slightly flustered Obi-Wan dashed through the labyrinth of corridors that made up the second level in his search before running into Master Yoda; literally. Obi-Wan stumbled, losing his balance momentarily but managed to recompose himself before actually falling.
"My apologies Master Yoda" He offered quickly trying to hide his embarrassment.
"In a hurry you are" The little troll stated, waving off the incident as if it were a daily occurrence in his life.
"I'm trying to find Anakin" Obi-Wan replied, giving an explanation that hadn't been required of him.
"Lost your Padawan is? Hmm? Dangerous it can be for Masters to seek Padawans who choose not to be found. An extension of you he is not Obi-Wan, space and time to grow and learn the younglings need". Obi-Wan flinched back as Yoda jabbed him with the end of his gimer stick to accentuate his final statement.
"I must find him nevertheless" Obi-Wan persisted, trying to sound masterly and authoritative rather than the whiny and needy he felt.
Yoda closed his eyes screwed up his nose and dipped his ears. He seemed to hold his breath too as Obi-Wan waited patiently. Finally he opened his eyes and sighed.
"In the map room on the fourth level young Skywalker is" The Jedi Master confirmed confidently, "But wait for his return I advise Obi-Wan. Need our independence each of us does if to achieve our goal as Jedi Knight we are" He added forebodingly.
"Thank you Master Yoda".
Obi-Wan inclined his head respectfully and turned on his heel to climb the pristine marble staircases to the fourth level. How did Yoda do that? Obi-Wan still couldn't hook on to Anakin's Force signature even by pushing gently at their bond. Maybe it was a skill learned with time. Maybe you had to be eight-hundred and something to achieve it. Obi-Wan wondered what he'd look like if he could live to be eight-hundred. The image was unsavoury and on second thoughts Master Yoda could keep his skill; if he needed it he would just ask.
That Anakin would be in the Astraeus map room at this time of night puzzled Obi-Wan. He wasn't one for studying late, he wasn't one for studying at all in fact, and what else could one do in an astronomy classroom but study?
As he approached the room an ill aura of the Force seeped into the corridor and Obi-Wan nearly turned back with Yoda's words haunting his thoughts - Dangerous it can be for Masters to seek Padawans who choose not to be found. An extension of you he is not Obi-Wan, space and time to grow and learn the younglings need – but then clingy girlfriend brain took over reasoning and all logical thought was lost.
He opened the door and walked into the room in a fluid motion only to be frozen to the spot a second later by the sight that greeted him, choking up on the shock as if someone had thrown a smashball at his stomach and he'd failed to catch it.
He ignored the two female Padawans curled up on the floor cushions with bottles of fruit flavoured liquor scattered at their feet, it was what they were watching that made Obi-Wan feel physically sick.
In the middle of the room, surrounded by the ashen lights of a galaxy swirling in endless motion was Anakin – his Padawan, his charge, his obsession – with a boy Obi-Wan had always thought Anakin had considered a rival, thrusting viciously inside him and a girl two years his junior in service to him on her knees.
The sight of not only a Knight in their midst but one of their Masters panicked the five apprentices; the boy pulled out so sharply it made Anakin whimper and push the girl aside with a booted foot in his hurry to tug up his leggings and pull his cloak around him. His sash and tunic were discarded on the floor with his utility belt and shame drowned him as he felt Obi-Wan's sickened, disgusted, hurt felt eyes bore into him. He couldn't bring himself to meet his Master's gaze.
The four other Padawans huddled protectively together in the corner leaving Anakin to face his Master's wrath alone, and he knew in an instant that it was all for nothing; he would never be popular among his peers, they had only taken from him and used him, they would never give him back the friendship that he craved.
Wordlessly Obi-Wan flicked off the star generator and bent low to pick Anakin's lightsaber hilt up from the floor. He studied the design for a long moment, the pride he'd felt on first seeing Anakin construct the sword tarnished as he stood here with it now. In this room with its stench of alcohol and debauchery there was nothing to be proud of his Padawan for.
He ignited the weapon and pointed it straight at Anakin's chest, so close that just the heat of the blade was singeing the frayed fibres of his cloak.
"If I were your enemy you would be dead now" He spoke with a disconcerting calm, "And with your own blade, how very embarrassing for you" He chuckled hollowly.
"You are a skilled Jedi and your ability with the Force is extraordinary but you are arrogant, prideful, disrespectful, and your overconfidence is going to get you killed!" He bellowed jabbing the lightsaber towards Anakin and making him flinch.
The humming of the blade filled all Anakin's senses and the heat was unbearable. He felt dirty and cheap and the disappointment in his Master's glassy stare made him want to cry but he fought to keep the tears from falling. After a tangible moment Obi-Wan deactivated the 'saber and Anakin let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding.
"I shall report each of you to the Council first thing in the morning so I suggest you tell your Masters just what has transpired here unless you'd rather they hear it from Master Windu. And you," He turned back to Anakin tipping the hilt of his lightsaber towards him, his hand quivering in fury "You can pack up your things and be out of my apartment by tonight and hope there's a Knight in this Temple more foolish than I who will be willing to assume your apprenticeship in the morning".
He threw the 'saber hilt with all his anger at the far wall and Anakin recoiled as it crashed against the duracrete and clattered loudly to the floor. Obi-Wan considered spitting out the thought in his head that Qui-Gon should have just left him where he'd found him and then they'd all be better off, but he had too great a sense of dignity to reduce himself to such petty insults and so he simply walked away leaving a bunch of senior Padawans sweating out his threat of the Council.
Anakin threw himself back against the closest wall and covered his face with his hands, more determined than ever that his peers weren't going to see him cry.
"Ani?" One of the girls who had been on the floor when Obi-Wan had arrived broached him. He dragged his hands down from his eyes to look at her but kept his fingers covering his nose and mouth, steadying his breathing.
"Do you think he meant it about reporting us to the Council?" She asked gesturing to herself and her three friends. Anakin couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Did you miss something?!" He exclaimed flailing his arms dramatically "My Master just resigned my apprenticeship and threw me out of my home!"
"Yeah" The boy replied unconcerned "But it's not like you were ever going to make it as a Jedi anyway, we heard even Master Yoda didn't want you here. We have a future Ani, the Temple is all we've ever known so please do you think Master Kenobi will really report this to Master Windu?"
Anakin gathered his tunic and sash together and fumbled to dress as quickly as possible feeling naïve and stupid, and young in his company despite being the oldest amongst them. He crossed the room to collect his lightsaber, checking it for dents before returning it to his utility belt. Then he turned to give a retort to his so-called friends but decided before a word left his mouth that it was time to grow up, and without giving them the satisfaction he walked away cloak billowing out behind him in his haste to get home.
Anakin slid open the door to the apartment and stepped inside apprehensively, unsure of how to approach his Master or even what to say to make it right.
Obi-Wan was sat in the common room armchair working on a data compiling assignment the Council had asked for his help with. He looked engrossed in the project but in truth he'd read over the same sentence too many times to remember and he still couldn't tell you what it said, his mind too full of other things. He heard Anakin come in but didn't acknowledge him, too angry and hurt by what he'd seen to forgive him.
"Master I'm…"
"Sorry?" Obi-wan cut off Anakin's grovelling apology. "I thought you might be. But tell me Anakin sorry for what? Because I don't believe you are sorry for anything more than being caught" He challenged, never looking up from the datapad.
Anakin bit his bottom lip and stubbed his toe into the floor trying to find the courage and humility he needed to do this. He had to make Obi-Wan accept his apology if there was to be any chance of retaining his status as the revered Knight's Padawan.
"I'm sorry for everything Obi-Wan" He replied honestly hoping it would be enough to get some kind of breakthrough.
"I told you I wanted you out of my apartment, now get whatever you need and leave" Obi-Wan replied coldly still keeping his eyes trained on the datapad.
Anakin could hold in his emotions no longer and tears streamed down his cheeks, sobs he didn't want his Master to hear came out anyway, and his body trembled with the fear that Obi-Wan really was going to do this do him.
"Don't give me the waterworks Anakin, you are eighteen years old not eight and you have been caught in gross violation of the Jedi Code, you will suffer the consequences of your actions" Obi-Wan stood discarding his datapad lazily onto the couch.
"Where am I supposed to go?" Anakin pleaded in visible distress.
"I don't know and frankly I don't care. To the boy who fucks you maybe? Or to the sixteen year old girl you're happy to have blow you. Sixteen Anakin!" Obi-Wan's ire was building like a pressure cooker as he raised his voice in dismay, "That's not even legal on Coruscant let alone any Jedi Code! Ask Master Windu if you can sleep on his couch, spend the night in the Temple gardens, I don't care just get out of my sight!" He yelled.
"This is my home, you can't do this to me, I'm your responsibility!" Anakin argued desperately.
Obi-Wan took a minute to let Anakin's protestation sink in. He was right, Anakin was his responsibility. He had made a promise to a dying man to train him and defied the Council to do so. Nobody had wanted to bring the boy from Tatooine but Obi-Wan had done so anyway; he'd accepted that responsibility and if Anakin failed he failed also.
But recognising failure wasn't nearly as hard as accepting what he's seen in that map room. The idea of Anakin being sexually active had never occurred to Obi-Wan; in his fantasies the pleasure had always been his alone and seeing him there in flagrante delicto had shocked him to the heart of his obsession. He felt betrayed and angry, as if Anakin had cheated on him even though they weren't together and he just couldn't let that go.
"I've asked you to leave will you please just leave!" He roared turning away from Anakin to head to his room.
"Are you angry with me because I disobeyed the Code Obi-Wan or just because it wasn't you fucking me?" Anakin hissed bitterly through his tears, too hurt by his Master's rejection to hold back.
"What?" Obi-Wan stopped in his tracks and marched back to confront Anakin "How dare you…"
"Stop hiding behind an outdated code of practice! I saw you watching me, I know you heard me when I came, you wanted me and when you found me tonight you weren't bothered by what was going on, it's always gone on, you were just jealous it wasn't you fucking me…"
"Enough!" Obi-Wan bellowed shoving Anakin hard into the wall, smacking his head against the ferrocrete and making him wince. He clawed at the boy's tunic scrunching handfuls into a death grip as he tried to control his emotions.
"Did I hit a nerve?" Anakin goaded wiping his cheeks dry.
"What would I want with a whore?" Obi-Wan spat back in retort, physically restraining himself.
Anakin's eyes darkened and his voice dropped to a lust-filled whisper. "Same thing everyone wants with a whore".
Before Anakin knew what was happening Obi-Wan's lips had descended on his in a bruising and violent kiss. Raping and pillaging the boy's mouth as he pinned every inch of his Padawan's body to the wall with his own, all his emotions – all the hate, the anger, frustration, jealousy, desire, and love – all of it poured into the searing and aggressive kiss that blew Anakin away with the passion of it. He'd never been kissed like that in his whole life!
He'd known for the past few weeks that Obi-Wan wanted him but he'd never known how much; that it was this much! He let his Master take control of him, let the hands grappling at his tunic spread over his constrained body crushing him back into the wall despite being as flush to it as he could get, letting lips take what they wanted in a fury of lust.
With hard breaths Obi-Wan broke the kiss but remained less than an inch from the boy's swollen lips, a hand cupping his masculine jaw the other rested on Anakin's hip beneath his layers. He'd never felt such strong emotions, or rather he'd never allowed himself to feel this strongly.
He shouldn't be doing this, it was wrong. Wrong because the Code said it was, wrong because Anakin was his Padawan and as he'd so eloquently pointed out his responsibility, and it was wrong because Anakin was right – walking in to that room he'd been overwhelmed by a jealousy that he'd opened himself up to and it had hurt him and like a wounded boar-wolf he'd lashed out.
The hurt hadn't dissipated and yet here he was taking advantage of Anakin's vulnerability to his own ends, but Force just that kiss had felt so good and he wanted more, needed more, and the boy seemed as willing now as he had been in that map room. And it would only be this once.
Hungry lips crashed back against Anakin's devouring with the supremacy they commanded as Obi-Wan unclipped his Padawan's utility belt and threw it to the couch before pushing Anakin's cloak off his shoulders and letting the boy off the wall long enough for the garment to fall gracefully to the floor.
Confident that he wasn't about to be rejected again Anakin slipped his hand between Obi-Wan's legs to grope and caress him through his pants and the Jedi Knight moaned appreciatively with the contact; it had been too long since someone else had touched him and Anakin knew just where and how to touch him to tease him to an almost instant hardness.
"How many times?" He questioned through ragged breaths, his voice still seething in negative emotion as he tore Anakin's robes loose to sink his teeth into the skin between the Padawan's neck and collarbone.
Anakin snaked his hand into his Master's leggings and took hold of his cock, stroking with a firm pressure and a rapid tempo as Obi-Wan pinched and bit and clawed at his torso moaning and cursing indecently as he did so. "You've already guessed it wasn't my first and you don't want to hear the truth Master" Anakin replied.
Obi-Wan forcibly removed the Padawan's hand from his pants and stood back slightly to regard him; eyes dark and libidinous, lips swollen and red, robes hanging from his arms or scattered at his feet. He knew what he was doing now as well as he knew what he was doing in the map room and in the fresher room a few weeks previous. He wasn't a child anymore and he certainly wasn't an innocent but he wasn't a man yet either. He still needed guidance and nurturing and honing into everything he had the potential to be, and Obi-Wan still wanted to be the one to do it – to take the remnants of a boy and make him a man.
"I want to know it was the last. I will not compete with Padawans for your affections and I will not be a notch on your bedpost or a point scored or any other such thing" Ob-Wan lectured authoritatively.
"All I ever wanted was you" Anakin responded lowering formidable defences to just be plainly honest with Obi-Wan for a glimpse of a moment; hoping that baring the chink in his armour wouldn't lead to a vibro-blade in his heart.
Obi-Wan stood on the heel of each of his boots in turn to pull his feet free from them then untied his leggings properly and stepped out of them as they sank to the floor. He moved to the couch tossing the utility belt and datapad to one end out of his way as he sat in the middle, spreading his legs just a little and wetting his hand to run it languorously over his hardened length.
Anakin shrugged the remainder of his robes off his shoulders and quickly disposed of his own boots and leggings all the while watching Obi-Wan stroke himself before sauntering over to join the Jedi Knight, climbing into his lap and ghosting desirous kisses into his skin.
Obi-Wan let his hand fall from its grasp and his fingers delved inside his Padawan; he was still wet from before but Obi-Wan tried to banish that image from his mind. He lifted Anakin's hips and brought the boy down onto him, gasping as Anakin enveloped him with ease and tightened around him. Obi-Wan knew this wasn't going to last long.
Anakin's well defined calves clung to Obi-Wan's strapping thighs as he moved; cursing with a deliciously pornographic lilt every time Obi-Wan filled him. He steadied himself with one hand against his Master's shoulder and his other wrapped around his own cock, yanking in a simultaneous rhythm that got quicker with each thrust.
Obi-Wan dug nails into Anakin's leg as he arched up to meet the boy's down strokes and fingers curled subconsciously around his braid as the hand rested on Anakin's neck, their movements slipping in and out of time with each other as each sought his own release.
It was Anakin who came first; adolescent hormones, pre-stimulation, and the satiation of a long suffered crush combining to send his body to a rapturous orgasm. Obi-Wan tugged on Anakin's braid a couple more times as he thrust deep and hard into the Padawan but the feel of the boy's trembling muscles contracting around him sent his need blissfully over the edge and he held Anakin in place as he savoured every second of his nirvanic ecstasy.
Both sated Obi-Wan released the braid and let his fingers rest on Anakin's thighs tickling over the powerful muscles as he tried to reconcile desire with responsibility and justify having just had sex with a boy entrusted to his care.
Anakin sensed his Master's unease and dismounted to sit on the floor with his back to the couch just to the side of Obi-Wan's legs. The Jedi Knight twisted his fingers absently around Anakin's stubby ponytail and knew that this felt good and Jedi Code and responsibility be damned it felt right.
He slid off the edge of the couch to join Anakin on the floor and wrapped a loving and protective arm around his shoulder as he nuzzled tender kisses into his cheek.
"Stay with me tonight" He whispered, and it wasn't a question but a statement.
He waited for a response from his Padawan but as Anakin snuggled comfortably into his side it was all the answer he needed; he had everything he wanted and in a warming after glow with Anakin curled in to his embrace all was forgiven and it would always be so.
