Chapter 5

"You were right, Anakin. Love has made you selfless...However, I should warn you that I am not interested in being anyone's one-night stand-especially yours," Obi-Wan intoned the last part seriously. "Nor is this just about getting off for me," he warned.

"I know, Master. These acts are an expression of my love your too, not just an opportunity to be physical." Anakin snuggled deeper into his lover's embrace and sighed deeply.

"I have wanted to express myself to you for so long, my beautiful Anakin," Obi-Wan said into honeyed curls. "But I had a notion your affections ran in a different vein."

Anakin lifted his head to look directly into intense blue eyes. "Just because I enjoyed my body and others' doesn't mean my affections were ever turned from you. I just didn't know how . . ."

Obi-Wan cut him off. "I know. I haven't always been the most demonstrative myself." They smiled at each other at that 'revelation.' "But the past is passed. Now, you are mine."

Anakin's smile widened as he leaned up to kiss Obi-Wan with all of his intentions for their joint future as a couple, as partners, and as two halves of one whole.

Obi-Wan responded whole-heartedly as well. Flipping Anakin to his back, Obi-Wan gave his hands free reign of the body below him. Sliding himself lower and lower, kissing and nipping the whole way, Obi-Wan felt Anakin's erection bump into his chin.

Playfully, he slid his jaw side-to-side to rub at the soft tissues with the whiskers on sprouting over his throat. Anakin's loud groan and resulting thrashing gave Obi-Wan all the feedback he needed. Lifting his head and a warm hand, he cupped between Anakin's stomach and his penis. Anakin's sharp intake of breath caused said penis to jump. Obi-Wan's fingers curled around the organ again.

Dipping his head down, his tongue traced a line of saliva from Anakin's testicles back up to this tip again and circled there. Anakin moaned his lover's name over and over, mindless in his pleasure. Obi-Wan continued his assault on his lover's senses by lowering his mouth to encompass the whole quivering, straining shaft. He wanted Anakin to explode with their love-literally and figuratively. His wish was granted a scant few strokes later.

Anakin called out nonsense as he shot rope after rope of hot semen into Obi-Wan's hotter mouth. He had never felt completion like this before. Spots danced in front of his eyes as he squeezed them ever tighter. He could feel the embrace of the Force, pulling him longer and longer through his climax.

The older man began to back off to allow Anakin a moment to breathe. He kissed the quivering thighs to the sides of his face. His hands reached up to entwine their fingers once more. He squeezed in affection and reassurance.

Anakin head eventually lifted to search out Obi-Wan's eyes. "That was THE best-ever-I-" Anakin stammer out his praise.

Obi-Wan smiled shyly. "You're welcome," he said quietly.

Anakin sat up fully, pulling Obi-Wan up to meet his lips in a deep kiss. Against the beloved lips, Anakin whispered, "Thank you. I love you."

His lover sighed in contentment and replied. "I know. I can see it all around you. So attractive. How have I resisted you until now?"

Resting their foreheads together, Anakin gave a short laugh. "You are the greatest Jedi I know, Obi-Wan. You think maybe that has something to do with it?" He peppered kisses down Obi-Wan's cheeks as he spoke.

Feeling devilish, the Master replied, "So what's your excuse?" This earned him a swat across his arms.

But then a haunted look crossed Anakin's eyes and he whispered his fears. "I didn't think I was good enough."

Obi-Wan brushed errant bangs off of Anakin and cupped his face. "Nonsense," he muttered and began leaning Anakin back onto the cot. He decided he would show Anakin how desirable he was.

Sitting back on his heels between Anakin's sinewy thighs, Obi-Wan took himself in hand. "Do you see this?" he asked. When his lover nodded, impressed by the sight of the great man, Obi-Wan continued. "This is what you do to me. This is the result of kissing and touching and rubbing and sucking you. I want to fuck you until you don't remember your own name. But first, I need to relieve the pressure-or I won't last long enough."

When his words stopped, he hand began a slow rhythm along his rock-hard length. Using his other hand to tease his erect nipples, Obi-Wan masturbated over his captivated lover. Anakin's hand couldn't help but drift to his own cock, already awakening again.

Obi-Wan noticed the quick recovery and remarked, "Ah, the young."

But his discipline and restraint would serve them well soon. He continued pulling faster and faster, his eyes roving over Anakin's prone form. Anakin nervously licked his lips again and couldn't decide if Obi-Wan's face, locked in a mask of desire, or Obi-Wan's penis repeatedly disappearing and reappearing through his tight fist was the more addictive sight.

With a tremendous shudder and groan, Obi-Wan came all over Anakin. The younger man ran his fingers through it and licked them clean. His Master watched as he continued to milk himself. Then, leaning forward, he grasped both of their cocks in his hands, mixing their fluids and increasing their already sky-high arousal.

Anakin was unfamiliar with this sensation. With the lubrication of semen, there was very little friction; however, the brush of skin on skin-especially this skin-was still intoxicating. And the contrast with the texture of Obi-Wan's hands led Anakin to think about the delicacy of skin kept covered and protected. He added his own hand to the grip to further compare and contrast.

After a few minutes, Obi-Wan felt himself begin to stir again. "Amazing," he breathed. "Your power over me, Anakin." He had truly not expected to recover yet.

Moving his free hand to nestle behind Anakin's knee, he bent the leg first and then lifted it to his shoulder. Leaving it there with a light kiss, he retrieved semen from Anakin's stomach and found his tight entrance again. Reluctantly, he released his cock to make room for their eventual joining.

Lubing himself as well, Obi-Wan began teasing Anakin's anus to bring himself to full hardness. He ached to penetrate Anakin's inner sanctum, but he couldn't rush. Reaching his arm around the leg on his shoulder and resting his hand on the younger man's shin, he pulled Anakin's body off of the bed to the side until he was at a forty-five degree angle. Straddling the lower leg on the cot, Obi-Wan began adding more pressure to his advances.

Slowly, he sunk himself further and further. The sounds both men made issued from primal places within them. The mix of hormones, emotions, and bodily scents and fluids enveloped them both. Obi-Wan began a relaxing rhythm as soon as he felt himself bottom out inside of his lover.

They pushed and pulled each other, enjoying the effort as much as the results-they had always liked sweating together. Obi-Wan watched the sweat bead on Anakin's golden skin, then bent to taste the salty goodness. Anakin arched his back and keened but quickly found the rhythm again.

At the apex of their desire and anticipation, Obi-Wan sank into the Force slightly. He was pleasantly delighted to see Anakin's signature glowing brighter and brighter by the moment. He would drive the darkness from his young man. He would rescue him from the dark places. He would replace fear with trust, doubt with love.

Their love would make Anakin stronger, as he had predicted earlier.

Feeling the tightening in his scrotum, Obi-Wan clutched at the pliant and yet tense body below him. Grasping onto Anakin's seething erection, he sought to even out their pacing. When they reached the precipice together, then fell over in each other's embrace, it was magical. It was perfect. It was all them.

Years later, Obi-Wan would tease Anakin about how he was a better man for loving and sleeping with his former Master. And Anakin would endure good-naturedly, knowing deep down that it was the truth. The Force had ensured that his love had given him the strength to be a good person.

The End.