The world flew by Anakin as he drove the speeder, making the machine go as fast as possible, taking turns dangerously fast as he tried to escape his past. But he would never go fast enough. "You. Are. Worthless." each word was punctuated by a harsh thrust and Anakin bit his lip to prevent his yells of pain to escape. His Master's onslaught was manic, his anger palpable as he took his frustration out on Anakin's body. He didn't know what had set the man off this time, but whenever he was angry he took it out on Anakin. A yelp escaped him as Falik grabbed his hair, pulling his head back sharply as he continued his rough thrusting. "Does this feel good to you, Slave?" he hissed the words in Anakin's ear.
"Yes, Master." He lied, knowing by now that any other answer would make things worse.
Falik pulled harder on his hair, making tears gather in Anakin's eyes. "Then beg me for it."
Anakin gritted his teeth. Even as drugged as he was, unaware of who he really was, he knew one thing for certain. He did NOT want this. And yet, if he refused what Falik demanded, if he didn't beg like his Master wanted, the punishment would make this particular session seem innocent by comparison. The degradation he suffered the last time he denied his Master had him opening his mouth, "Please," he choked on the word, "please fuck me, Master!" His words had the effect Falik was looking for, and the man grunted his release, even as Anakin cried silently under him.
With a desperate yell, Anakin pushed the speeder to it's limits, his breathing frantic as he finally saw the city loom before him. Soon, he would have his hands on the drugs that would stop all this. Soon he could be blissfully unaware of what had happened to him once more.
The city was huge, but Anakin knew the quicker back routes to get to where he needed to go. Luckily the suns were going down, the darkness shrouding him as he left the speeder behind, parked in an abandoned lot, and made his way through the slums of Naboo. In this part of town everything was just now coming to life, various bars were opening their doors, meanwhile creatures of ill reputation took to the streets, either selling something illegal, or else trying to hire out their less than savory skills. It didn't take him long to find someone selling his particular brand of poison, and it took only a quick call on the force to get the individual to pass over a large dose without asking questions. With the drug clutched in his hand, Anakin quickly ducked into a nearby bar and took a seat in a dimly lit back corner. He spent a few minutes looking around, making sure no one was paying any attention to him, before pulling the syringe out. He started to press the needle to his arm, and then paused.
You promised Ahsoka you would try. He reminded himself, a curse leaving his lips. But wasn't that what he was doing? He didn't necessarily want to hurt himself, if anything he just wanted the pain to stop, so really he was just doing what he promised, he wasn't hurting himself. He had the groundless logic of someone driven insane by addiction. She wouldn't think of it like that. Anakin cursed, his head hurt and he wanted to take the fucking drugs. The thought of the oblivion waiting before him had him pressing the needle to his skin, the feeling reminding him of the first time he had been given the drug.
Anakin could only watch as Falik approached him. After the past several weeks of abuse and malnutrition, he was the weakest he had ever been, even raising his head caused him agony. Despite this, when he saw the syringe in Falik's hand he began to struggle against his chains. While he had been tortured, his mind had at least remained in tact, and he had refused to believe he would forever remain Falik's prisoner. But he had seen enough men addicted to drugs on Tatooine to know that if he allowed this drug to be put in his system, he would truly be lost.
"Shhh." Falik said in a mockingly soothing tone. "This will make everything better." Anakin backed up on the bed as far as his chains would allow, shaking his head frantically as his Master continued to approach.
"Please, no." He begged, something that amused his captor to no end.
"Why Slave, I do believe you know how I feel about you using that word." His smile was cruel as he grabbed Anakin's chains and pulled him within reach.
Anakin began fighting in earnest, using what remained of his feeble strength to fight off Falik, but despite his best efforts, he could feel his energy waning, helplessness filling him as the other man was able to force his arm down and, with a sharp jab, get the needle into Anakin's vein and quickly dispensed the drug. Once he was released, Anakin cradled his arm to his chest, as if somehow that would prevent the drug from spreading. Of course it was useless, and it was only a couple minutes before Anakin could feel himself reacting to the drug. His gaze was becoming hazy, his memories a distant fog, but before he completely lost himself, the worst effect took place. Anakin could feel as unwanted lust filled him, he felt himself harden, a seductive moan escaping his lips. The last memory he had before the drug took him under, was himself on his hands and knees, crawling back towards Falik.
The shame of that night had been unbearable, just as it was now. The only difference was, this time he could get away from the drugs. He forced his fingers to release their grip on the syringe, watching in a daze as it fell to the table. He dragged his hands over his face and through his hair, gathering himself before he stood up. His legs were shaky, he itched with the need for more drugs, his mind screaming for him to just give in. He ignored all of these things,and instead he made his way back to Padme's speeder. He was Anakin Skywalker. A Jedi Knight. No longer a victim, but a survivor.
He crawled through his bedroom window, trying to be quiet even as his whole body shook. The house had been dark on his arrival, and through the force he could sense that everyone was still inside. It appeared that his escape had gone unnoticed, and he wanted it to stay that way. He made it to the bed and was reaching for his covers when a voice spoke from a shadowed corner of the room.
"Welcome back, Anakin. I do hope you enjoyed yourself." He froze at Obi-Wan's deceptively calm voice. After being with the other man for years, he could detect the contained anger in his voice, even if others couldn't.
"I just needed to clear my head, Master." He replied, flinching as his head began to pound.
"Is that so?" Obi-Wan's voice grew closer as he approached. "There wasn't anything else you were looking for?" When Anakin only shook his head, Obi-Wan moved closer, reaching out and grabbing Anakin's arm, looking for fresh track marks.
"I didn't take it." He admitted, ashamed when Obi-Wan's shoulders sagged in relief.
"Why?" Obi-Wan demanded suddenly, gaze swinging up to meet Anakin's own.
Anakin dropped eyes before answering. "I don't want to be a victim."
The hug Obi-Wan pulled him into surprised him, as did the feeling of his own arms making their way around his Master. He held on tight, only loosening his grip when he felt his arousal straining at the contact, he bit his lip sharply to prevent a moan from escaping him as he stepped away. Heat flushed Obi-Wan's checks when he saw Anakin's expression.
"I uh-" Obi-Wan let out a cough, "I suppose you will be joining Padme now?"
Anakin's brow furrowed. "No. Why would I?"
"Well you two had been very fond of each other before." When Anakin just stared at him, Obi-Wan continued, "I assumed that she could help you with your, ah, situation."
"My situation?" Anakin asked sharply. "So because I'm still on the drugs, you think I just want to fuck anybody?"
Obi-Wan flinched at his harsh tone, holding his hands up in surrender. "Well, she's hardly anyone, Anakin. I had just thought if you had been close before-" his voice trailed off at the anger in his friends face.
"You can leave now, Obi-Wan." The barely leashed fury in Anakin's voice snapped Obi-Wan's head up. He frowned at his former Padawan.
"That's not happening." he said simply, returning Anakin's anger with his usual calm.
"I don't want you here." Anakin snapped.
"Well I don't want you running off in the middle of the night, or trying to hurt yourself another way!" Obi-Wan snapped back, surprising them both.
Not knowing what to say to that, Anakin just stalked off into the fresher, slamming the door behind him. Not trusting the younger Jedi, Obi-Wan strode forward and shoved the door open. Anakin had been in the process of disrobing, and the sight of his Master in the doorway had him frowning.
"This stays open." Obi-Wan said firmly. "At least until I know you won't hurt yourself." When Anakin only glared, he left the doorway and headed across the room.
Sighing, Obi-Wan disrobed down to his trousers and then laid down on the couch that was on the other side of the room. He stared at the ceiling as he tried to think of how to reach out to Anakin. The other man had always been stubborn, as well as quick to anger, but he had to know he was only looking out for him. When a strangled moan came from the bathroom, Obi-Wan was on his feet in a flash, terror at what Anakin might have done to himself had him swinging the shower curtain back, and then freezing at the sight before him.
Anakin was gloriously naked, his tawny skin gleaming as water sprayed over him. His robotic arm was braced against the shower wall, his left hand was gripping his hard length as he worked it. The sound of the curtain being drawn back had him looking over, eyes clouded with lust, bottom lip between his teeth. "Care to join me, Master?" he asked, his voice a seductive purr. Obi-Wan stumbled back so fast he almost lost his footing in his haste to leave the room.
Thirty minutes later Anakin emerged from the fresher, towel wrapped loosely around his waist as he made his way to the bed. For a moment Obi-Wan thought he saw a look of hurt cross Anakin's face when he looked over and saw him on the couch, but then it was gone and Anakin was dropping the towel and climbing under the sheets.
"No trousers, Anakin?" he heard himself say, tone amused.
"They rub." Anakin replied curtly. "Besides, I'm alone in bed."
Obi-Wan went back to staring at the ceiling, not sure what to say. Anakin shifted on his side under the sheets, kicking his legs out before finally settling down. Obi-Wan felt his eyes grow heavy, he hadn't been sleeping well the last few, well, months if he was being honest. Just as he started to doze off, Anakin shifted onto his back, sheets rustling with his movements. He kicked the covers, and then tried laying on his other side. A frustrated breath leaving him when he couldn't get comfortable. When he switched positions a fifth time, Obi-Wan sat up.
"By the force, Anakin! Could you please, go to sleep!" He demanded.
"Sorry, Master." Anakin's replied, voice strained. With a frown, Obi-Wan tossed back his own blankets and stepped towards the bed.
"Anakin?" His voice was a worried question. Reaching the other man's side, Obi-Wan looked down, noting the clenched jaw and stiff body. "Oh, Anakin." he sighed.
"I'm fine, Master." Anakin said through clenched teeth. "It will pass."
Obi-Wan ignored him, "Move over." he ordered, pushing gently at the other Jedi's shoulder. Anakin let out a grunt and then shifted over on the bed, making room for his Master. Obi-Wan curled himself behind Anakin, the younger man letting out a relieved sigh at the contact, enjoying the warmth that was Obi-Wan. He felt no fear, just comfort as Obi-Wan ran his hand through his hair, playing with the longer strands. The feeling was soothing, and Anakin could barely restrain himself from turning and kissing the other man. When his body arched into Obi-Wan despite his best efforts, he felt the other man freeze.
"Anakin?" the voice that sounded was heated, as if Obi-Wan himself wanted more contact. Unsure of what to say, he just nodded his head, agreeing to whatever his Master was asking.
Obi-Wan reached a tentative hand out, tracing Anakin's arm and then moving lower, down the side of his stomach, nearing the part of the other man he wanted to touch most. When his fingers finally closed around the throbbing member, they both let out a moan at the contact. Obi-Wan stroked the hard flesh, marveling at the feel of it, his thumb brushing over the weeping head. When he felt Anakin shudder, he stopped.
"I'm okay." Anakin whispered hoarsely, "just feels good." To emphasize his point, Anakin swung his hips, letting his length slide in Obi-Wan's grip, ass pressing into the other man's own arousal. A gasped escaped Obi-Wan, and he felt himself blush at the unintentional noise. Anakin's erotic chuckle filled the air as he swung his hips again, his ass pressed deliciously against his Master's throbbing member. Unable to stand it, Obi-Wan felt himself begin to press back, a moan escaping his lips at the contact. Anakin turned on his back and reached for Obi-Wan's own straining arousal, and when the other man didn't move to stop him, he began to stroke him through his trousers. Leaning over, he gently pressed his mouth to the Obi-Wan's, moaning at the feel of soft lips moving against his own. You have such fuckable lips, Slave. Anakin froze as the memory of Falik's words stole over him.
"Anakin? Are you ok?" Obi-Wan's worried face came into view, and he forced himself to relax. He wanted this moment with Obi-Wan, Falik had taken enough from him, and he would be damned if he let that fucker ruin this too.
Instead of answering, he just reclaimed Obi-Wan's lips, feeling the other man try to resist for a moment, his concern for Anakin's well being trying to take over, but then he sighed and gave Anakin the access he so desperately wanted. Their tongues met and both men groaned in unison at the feel of it. Anakin's hand went under Obi-Wan's waistband and then he was caressing the hard length. The sensations were overwhelming, both men were panting heavily, hands and tongues were everywhere, and then they were both groaning as they found their release. For they were together, in all things.
To be continued...