The elevator suddenly comes to a grinding halt. Anakin and Obi-Wan turn to eachother, sharing looks of confusion and curiousity.
"Did you press the stop button?" Obi-Wan asks him, brow furrowed.
"No. Did you?" Anakin replies.
"No."
They look at eachother for a minute. Obi-Wan heaves a sigh and presses the 'up' button repeatedly and releases a frusrated growl when nothing happens. It would appear as if the elevator itself is malfuncioning, or their enemies have remotely shut it down. Anakin looks around for an opening, but there is none. No windows, hatches, secret compartments; nothing. And suddenly an idea hits him.
"Well, there's more than one way out of here," he says and draws his lightsaber.
Obi-Wan looks up and sees Anakin cutting a hole in the elevator's ceiling. "We don't want to get out. We want to get moving," Obi-Wan says and pull the comlink from his robe pocket, "Artoo, acivate elevator 31174."
Just then a heavy, circular, durasteel cutout falls loudly to the floor, making Obi-Wan jump back a few inches. Anakin leaps up through the ceiling, onto the elevator's roof and looks around.
"Always on the move," he hears Obi-Wan grumble below. Anakin can't help but smile.
Trying to find a way to escape their current problem and resume their mission of rescuing the Chancellor, Anakin spots a landing up a few hundred feet above him.
He blinks.
He wonders if he can even reach it... He looks around again; there's nothing really to grab onto. He'll have to Force-jump, but that might not even be enough. Anakin concentrates and gathers his strength before leaping as high as possible with the power of the Force fuelling him.
He misses the ledge by atleast twenty feet.
"Stupa karking droi teesaw," he hisses under his breath in anger, impulsively cursing in his native Huttese.
Beneath him, he can hear Obi-Wan practically shouting at Artoo through the comlink. Apparently, his little droid is either giving Obi-Wan a hard time, or is completely unresponsive. Anakin assumes the latter. Without having much of a choice, he gets back into the elevator, slipping in the same way he came out. He lands with a thud, a few feet behind Obi-Wan and he's greeted with a blue lighsaber coming at his throat and he tenses, but then it stops just as swiftly.
"Oh, it's you." Obi-Wan says, relieved, clicking his saber off and hooking it back onto his belt.
With a huff, Anakin ajusts his robes in a more dignified manner. "What was that all about?" he asks.
"Well, Artoo has been-"
"Eh," Anakin interrupts, holding up his hand, "No loose-wire jokes."
"Did I say anything?" Obi-Wan asks in a slightly indignant manner.
"He's trying." Anakin says firmly, suddenly noticing how close Obi-Wan is.
He looks away. This is no place to get all flustered. They have a mission to complete.
"I didn't say anything!" Obi-Wan practically shouts - defensive.
Anakin shakes his head and leans against the wall of the elevator. Entwining his fingers together behind his back, he sighs heavily.
"So what do we do now?" Obi-Wan asks and comes over and takes up the empty space next to Anakin.
"I guess we'll just have to wait." Anakin says absently.
"I do hope nothing has happened to him." Obi-Wan says and strokes his beard, which has seemingly become a nervous habit, Anakin thinks.
"I'm sure he's fine." Anakin says, and closes his eyes.
They stand there in silence for several minutes, just waiting and wondering what's happening around them. Anakin's mind inadvertently begins to wander onto other things besides the here and now, and what is supposed to be more important... He imagines the cave and the suite on Cato Neimoidia where he and Obi-Wan first slept together. He shifts uncomfortably as he remembers the feel of Obi-Wan's firm, warm body writhing against his, the smell of Obi-Wan that's wholly unique and all male; a shiver of arousal coursing through him. He opens his eyes and looks around anxiously at their surroundings and wonders how much longer will they be stuck in here? It could take minutes or hours; he doesn't know. He hates having to wait with nothing to do, except...
A smirks forms on Anakin's lips.
He wonders what it would be like to fuck Obi-Wan in an elevator aboard an enemy ship... It's a pleasantly arousing thought that makes him sigh. Obi-Wan looks to him inquiringly. Anakin just shakes his head, but the thoughts of a moaning, undulating Obi-Wan pressed against the wall, or pinned down on the floor begging for release, won't leave him. A sudden spasm ripples through his groin and - almost horrifyingly - he realises he's getting an erection. Quickly he wraps his robe around himself securely and folds his arms accross his chest in an Obi-Wan-like fashion; hands hidden in his sleeves.
"Anakin?"
"Mm?" Anakin grunts.
Obi-Wan looks to the floor as is he suddenly finds something very interesting about it. "Are you feeling... all right?" he asks a little hesitantly as if he's unsure of quite just what he wants to ask.
"I'm fine, Master." Anakin says, a little hoarse from his now very hard erection pulsating in a fairly painful way - restrained by it's trouser prison. Force, he wishes he could come right now.
"I can sense your arousal," Obi-Wan says bluntly, blush staining his cheeks and he has yet to meet Anakin's gaze, "and your very... uncivilized thoughts."
Anakin's eyes widen slightly, but says nothing. Obi-Wan moves a bit closer and presses his lips alongside Anakin's ear. "You really need to improve your shielding," he whispers.
Obi-Wan is teasing him.
Anakin's eyes fall shut as a shiver courses through his body again. That rich, cultured accent and the warm breath so close to his ear makes him want to spontaneously come in his trousers. Not to mention that delicious masculine scent of Obi-Wan that drives him wild - especially when they're in bed together; face to face, Obi-Wan on top of him, holding him down against the mattress, Obi-Wan's body covered lightly in perspiration as he pushes his hard cock inside Anakin...
Oh fuck.
"Sorry, Master," Anakin says a little raspy, his throat dry and his voice thick with barely restrained lust. He averts his eyes to the floor; away from Obi-Wan's auburn-haired jawline that he finds so incredibly sexy. His breath is coming a little faster now, with Obi-Wan so damn close. He just wants to reach out and slip his hand right beneath his Master's trousers. A small moan he can't hold back escapes his lips at that thought. Obi-Wan chuckles, but then steps away from Anakin, leaving the young man a raging mass of hormones and desire. Anakin looks up at Obi-Wan and wets his dry lips with his tongue.
"I need to come," Anakin whispers, voice husky with undeniable arousal. His heart is thrumming in his head and he really can't stand it anymore.
"Oh..." Obi-Wan looks away, too damned embarrassed by Anakin's filthy admission, Anakin senses. It's adorable and horribly arousing; Obi-Wan looking flustered.
Anakin suddenly crushes their lips together and almost forcefully pushes his tongue into Obi-Wan's mouth with an intense, all-consuming passion. Obi-Wan stiffens and places his hands firmly on Anakin's chest in a half-hearted effort to push him away, but Anakin senses this and wraps his arms around Obi-Wan's back; securely holding him to his body. Anakin pushes his erection into Obi-Wan's pelvis and Obi-Wan gives a squeak of protest.
How cute. Obi-Wan squeaked.
Anakin kisses him deeper, tongue lashing wildly in his Master's open mouth, fuelling his already incredible desire. Obi-Wan tentatively kisses him back; their mouths and tongues moving together in an unbalanced rhythme. Anakin pulls Obi-Wan's bottom lip between his teeth and lightly bites and sucks the already swollen flesh and Obi-Wan can't help but let out a little whimper of arousal. Anakin's panting, breaths warm and harsh-sounding to his own ears. He sounds like a wild animal. Anakin reluctantly - and a little viciously - rips himself from Obi-Wan's mouth to attack his neck and jawline; teeth and canines digging into the tender hollow of his Master's throat. At this, Obi-Wan's head falls back against the durasteel wall of the elevator with a loud thud and Anakin feels a slight tremor of pain through the Force come from his Master, but he does not pause. Obi-Wan's own breaths are ragged as he pants in pain and pleasure and wanton desire.
Anakin presses his body firmly against Obi-Wan's, pushing his Master into the wall of the elevator until the older man quietly cries out in pain. Anakin kisses Obi-Wan's delicious throat with unrestrained fervor; biting and nipping and sucking lasciviously. Obi-Wan lets out a barely stifled moan as Anakin reclaims his lips and slides his tongue back into his mouth. Obi-Wan's quickly becoming undone - Anakin can sense this. So he decisively ruts his hips into Obi-Wan's pelvis again; right into his hardening cock. And Anakin mentally praises himself when he's rewarded with a whimpering moan from his Master. He smirks slyly and does it once more.
"An... Anakin... stop this... now." Obi-Wan gasps when their fabric-confined genitals collide.
"Ngh..." Anakin growls low in his throat as his slightly cold hand sneaks under the waistband of Obi-Wan's trousers and grasps the warm, hard flesh.
Obi-Wan sharply inhales at the sudden feel of cold skin gripping his cock and he shudders. Anakin thumbs the slit, smearing the pre-cum all over the head. His thumb pushes beneath the foreskin and Obi-Wan's hips jerk in response.
"We... can't do this here... Anakin..." Obi-Wan whines and struggles to speak as Anakin continues to torture him. "Not on Grievous's ship! This is... agh... so un - oh fuck - un... civilized..."
Anakin wraps his fingers around the base of his Master's pulsing cock. "Hush, Obi-Wan. You talk too much," he whispers directly into Obi-Wan's ear, warm breath tickling the sensitive skin as he tightens his grip on Obi-Wan's cock and pulls; slowly sliding over the hard skin from base to leaking tip. Obi-Wan's knees almost give out at the sensation of erotic, delicious, teasing pleasure.
"Oh, Lord..." Obi-Wan breathes as his cock slides all the way out of Anakin's firm grasp.
"Mm..." Anakin rumbles in his throat.
He wraps an arm around Obi-Wan's torso to hold him flush against his body; face buried in his Master's neck. Then he removes his hand from the front of Obi-Wan's trousers, only to slip it down the back of them. Anakin's fingers slide between Obi-Wan's firm arse cheeks to rub at the entrance. He feels it twitch with every caress. Obi-Wan shudders at the delicious contact. He buries his face in Anakin's shoulder and fists the sides of Anakin's robes as he whimpers obstreperously.
"I want you... so bad." Obi-Wan mumbles into Anakin's robes.
And that's all the encouragement Anakin needs.
He pushes his middle finger inside Obi-Wan's tight arsehole as deep as it will go and Obi-Wan almost sobs with need as he pushes his weeping, trapped erection into Anakin's thigh. "Ughn..."
Anakin smiles as he continues to finger his Master's arse, stroking and caressing the tight muscles; coaxing them to relax and open up, that is, until he finds his prostate. And presses down on it - hard.
Obi-Wan chokes.
Anakin then inserts another finger inside Obi-Wan, stretching his opening for a minute, pushing his fingers in and out, then slips in a third finger. Obi-Wan quietly whines and squirms and enjoys the feeling of Anakin's rough fingers pushing into him and then circling his prostate slowly - teasingly - and he wants them deeper inside of him.
Anakin stretches his fingers apart, widening his Master's opening until it's enough to accommodate his own leaking erection.
His cock twitches eagerly.
Anakin removes his fingers and instructs Obi-Wan to face the durasteel wall. Anakin sidles up behind Obi-Wan, who doesn't bother to to look over his shoulder; instead he's leaning against the wall to support his own weight. Anakin reaches around Obi-Wan and undoes his pants so that they easily slide down around his knees. He hears Obi-Wan exhale in nervousness and overwhelming desire.
Anakin smiles wickedly and quickly undoes the front of his own pants, not bothering to pull them down, freeing his painful erection. He presses his hips flush against Obi-Wan's arse, grinding a bit, before pushing the leaking tip of his cock into Obi-Wan's entrance. Obi-Wan pants, breathing harshly, as Anakin competely sheaths himself inside his tight warmth; the tip of Anakin's penis pressed firmly into his prostate. Anakin is a shaking, raging mass of hormones as he runs his hands up and down the length of Obi-Wan's thighs, dragging his nails over the soft skin as he slowly starts to rock his hips; trusting his cock inside Obi-Wan. Anakin leans forward, pressing his chest flush against Obi-Wan's back and resting his head on Obi-Wan's shoulder as he continues thrusting his hips; his cock sliding in and out of his Master's slick, warm tightness.
"Feels good?" Anakin asks, jerking his hips forward and slamming his cock deeper simultaneously.
"Ugh, shit yes." Obi-Wan breathes, pushing his arse into Anakin's pelvis.
Anakin wraps his arms around Obi-Wan's waist, keeping him close and enabling deeper penetration. He buries his face in Obi-Wan's neck and inhales the deliciously unique male scent that's all Obi-Wan.
"Ngh, fuck!" Obi-Wan cusses loudly as Anakin's palm presses into his swollen testicles.
They moan, pant and whimper as their bodies grind and thrust together, increasing in mutal pleasure. Obi-Wan moans and tries to support himself against the wall with each thrust while Anakin holds tight to his Master as he drives them both closer to release and fondles his Master. So close, Obi-Wan barely has time to whisper, "I'm g-gonna come," before he ejaculates all over the durasteel wall in front of him. A feral grunt escapes Anakin's throat and he too comes, spilling his semen inside his Master. Sated, the stand there for a moment, catching there breaths - still joined together.
The elevator starts moving and Anakin thinks he hears a faint buzzing sound...
Anakin stirs, being pulled from consciousness from that stupid alarm chrono. He tries to shift, but feels a heavy weight on him. He opens his bleary eyes to the world around him and has to squint at the harsh Coruscanti morning light streaming through the windows. After his eyes adjust, he sees Obi-Wan sound asleep next to him with his arm draped over his chest, trapping him. Anakin sighs and looks around, having forgotten that he'd slipped away from Padme with an excuse in order to spend the night with Obi-Wan. Anakin tries to slip out of bed, but the arm around him tightens. He looks over his shoulder to see a half-conscious, smiling Obi-Wan. Anakin smiles too, though something feels off.
"Have a nice dream?" Obi-Wan asks knowingly.
And that's all it takes to send Anakin into a furious blush. "Need to work on my shielding?"
Obi-Wan nods. "Indeed."
My art for Temple Mistress' fic, Possession.
.org (slash) bovonre1x (slash)
Sorry. I'm not allowed to write fanfiction, so this all must be written in the dead of night. Which is why it takes forever to update. I don't get many writing nights. :(
Sorry for any mistakes, or if it seems rushed near the end. I finally got a writing night, so I decided to finish it now, before more shit interrupts my life. Love you all. Please review.
