Chapter 4:Santa's little helper
Author:Hyyp chick
Pairing:Obi/Anakin
Rating:NC-17
Disclaimer:Lucas owns, I don't
Summary:It's christmas on Coruscant. Slight AU from the film chronology, the Clone wars have begun but Anakin hasn't lost an arm and he isn't married to Padme. Unashamed Jedi porn all the way, I'm afraid.
Anakin had been leaning in the doorway for almost two hours. Jedi robes pressed and dressed against him, no cloak. Supporting his weight against the frame with the left hand side of his immaculate form, left foot crossed over the right, blase but patient. Hands rested in a knot before his stomach, hair now thick and tussled laying intemperately about his crown. Eyes courting, rising and dropping with the curl at the edge of his mouth. soft lips pliant and caressing of each other sporadically, agile tongue wetting them whenever the need arose.
Obi-wan had noticed but he had a job to do. He was playing Santa this year for the poverty stricken and desolate children that inhabited the vile bowels of this toxic citadel. He and Anakin had been absent from Coruscant for a solid eight months following Anakin's Knighthood fighting in the Clone wars. On their return the council had granted them leave of stay for the festivities. Obi-wan needed to recuperate and Anakin, they deemed, was just enjoying the war too much. Apparently you can't dismember a battle droid with a smile on your face, it leads to the dark side. Hell, what doesn't?
Anakin had drifted around the Temple for a bit, watching the senior Padawans help the Younglings decorate the halls, gazed over the presents they were making to give to the visiting children. He'd hung his head low with an uncompromising smirk when he'd seen Mace Windu wandering the corridors in a santa hat and just plain laughed when he ran into Master Yoda with tinsel wrapped around his staff.
"into the christmas spirit you must get, young Skywalker" had been Yoda's advice. He thought of the rumour that was circulating about a third year Padawan who had tied tinsel to his lightsaber hilt. He'd ignited it in a training spar with his Master and set the damn thing alight! Anakin thought he could do without wrapping tinsel around something.
Then he'd acquired a tree from Padme and decorated it in Obi-wan's absence with glowing baubles and glittering stars. Then he'd got bored again and situated himself in the doorway of the grotto. A slow line of children streamed passed him but they did not speak to each other, their anticipations matched, their want the same. They were here to see Santa. Obi-wan, dressed in the traditional suit of the stereotypical Santa, paid great attention to each and every child that graced his knee, never saying a word to his former Padawan, barely even acknowledging his presence but for stolen glances between present giving.
Eventually the queue died down and Anakin watched patiently as Obi-wan showed the same level of attentiveness to the last child as to the first he had watched him with. Anakin turned his head to see the child leave the room before flicking it back to stare illicitly at Obi-wan.
"I am proud of you" Obi-wan commented, tidying the presents around him. Anakin's brow furrowed and Obi-wan sensed his confusion at the compliment.
"I have never seen you stand still for that long in 10 years, my training it seems was not a complete waste of my time. We might even have you meditating without whining by the time you are 30" He mocked.
Far from being offended by the gibe Anakin shared the joke and smiled.
"So what can I do for you my bored young one, that could not have possibly waited until I had got home?"
"I wanted to see Santa" Anakin replied in a deep and husky voice. It barely suited him and Obi-wan had to restrain himself from smirking at it, Anakin was always offended by a dent in his ego.
"very well" Obi-wan replied, playing along. "Why don't you come over here and sit on my knee and tell me whether you have been very very good, or very very naughty this year" Obi-wan's voice was as seductive as Anakin had meant his to be. The young Jedi Knight obeyed the order and sat on Obi-wan's lap, facing him, legs wrapped supportively around the chair, arms wrapped ardently around his neck.
"well Santa it seems to me that 'good' is a point of view. You see for this past year, and some of the one before that, I have been fucking my Master from here to kingdom come. At every opportunity, even in the context of war if we could find the time. And it has been good, so fucking good, but I am a Jedi Knight now and that makes me a very, very naughty boy" Anakin placed a chaste kiss to Obi-wan's lips.
"I see. Well I don't think I can give you a present, Jedi Knight, with behaviour like that. You should be punished for your displays" Obi-wan's eyes lit with the possibilities.
"Then punish me as you see fit, and I promise to be a good boy in the future" Anakin pleaded theatrically.
"On your knees, Knight" Obi-wan demanded.
Anakin slid from Obi-wan's lap to kneel on the floor before him, eyes submissive to his Master's. Obi-wan stood and looked down on his subject. Anakin's lips were parted, his tongue visible.
"I need to dress. Stay" Obi-wan ordered, walking away from the Jedi on the floor to a curtained area at the back of the room. Anakin gave it thirty seconds before following. Obi-wan had managed only to remove his hat, beard and gloves in that time.
"Disobeying orders Anakin?" He questioned.
"What's new" Anakin was able to breathlessly reply before bombarding Obi-wan with passionate and lustful kisses.
As his mouth raped that of his former Master's his fingers expertly worked to remove the outfit Obi-wan was concealed in. Dropping the tunic to the floor he rushed his hands needily over Obi-wan's taut chest muscles, paying attention to each nipple in turn, and then teasing his digits between feathering the older Jedi's neck and forcefully stroking his stomach and area of skin just below the waistband of the pants.
"You are a very naughty boy Anakin Skywalker, desecrating this symbol of purity and goodness" Obi-wan purred as Anakin multi-tasked, sucking feverently on his neck whilst his hands worked to remove the red trousers.
"You look hot in the suit" Was Anakin's 'and what' response.
"You will be punished young one" Obi-wan warned authoritatively, despite his hard breaths and pounding heart. Anakin looked into his eyes with an 'I dare you' look, and grinned when seemingly Obi-wan had no reply. Suddenly, and before Anakin could register the action he found himself splayed to the opposing wall, cheek burning from the force of contact with it. Obi-wan held him in some Force grip which Anakin could have broken had he had a wish to, and tore at his tunic with wild and untamed ease. Anakin raised his hands above his head and dug his habitually chewed nails into the wall in an attempt to find a brace as his pants slid to the ground. Then his skin stung with the sharp contact of Obi-wan's palm to his peachy rear. He released a muffled grunt to acknowledge the sensation.
"Very. Naughty. Boy" Obi-wan accentuated, punctuating each word with a perfect spank to his Padawan's reddening arse.
Anakin was building with need. The slaps caused him pain, albeit minimal, but it was so erotic and he wanted more.
"More? you want more? You want to feel the pain from me Anakin?" Obi-wan quizzed. A whimper was all the Knight could utter.
Anakin briefly felt the wetness of Obi-wan's fingers probe at his entrance, but the contact was brief and quickly replaced with the fullness of Obi-wan's cock. It hurt like bloody hell, Anakin had never experienced this kind of assault on his body, but after a few solid thrusts from Obi-wan's demanding sex Anakin grew to like the heavy friction and when Obi-wan struck gold Anakin simply melted into the intensity of the moment. His hips started to buck, backing him onto the large length of his Master residing inside of him and Obi-wan moaned erotically at Anakin's eventual involvement in the act. The Jedi Master slid a hand sensually down Anakin's chest (using the other to help his Force grip keep the boy upright), clasping it firmly around Anakin's painfully full erection, stroking it at double the rate of his thrusts, caught in the moment of passionate control and power.
Anakin wanted to come so badly but Obi-wan was beating at their bond, warning him that such an act would be unforgiven by his lover. Obi-wan wanted to feel him squirm, wanted him to know beyond doubt who had control in their relationship.
"I want you to beg for it Anakin" He demanded, and Anakin did over and over until Obi-wan finally spilt himself inside of him and released Anakin to bask in a mutual, intense, and powerful orgasm.
Anakin slipped to the floor as Obi-wan pulled out of him and removed the hold he had over him. A crumpled heap of sweating Jedi Knight, fighting hard to gain control over his own breathing again, at the feet of Santa Claus.
"Try to be good next year, Knight, and NEVER think you have either the right to disobey me or challenge me. I will always come out on top Anakin ".
Obi-wan found calm as Anakin still lay on the floor with an inability to move or speak. He dressed pristinely, raised his eyebrows to the mess on the floor that still called him Master, and with a satisfied smile left to return to the apartment. One day the boy would learn to stop questioning authority.