Obi-wan expected the day to last forever. He didn't think he would sleep the entire rotation away, but by the time his com woke him up he realized that was exactly what he had done. It shouldn't have been quite so surprising considering all he had been through since the last time he had slept, he reasoned. Jedi could go quite some time without true sleep, but everyone had a limit. Obi-wan had been well close to his own by the time his head hit the pillow.
"Kenobi," Obi-wan croaked, slapping at his com with his eyes still closed, feeling heavy with exhaustion.
"Hello, Master. Did I wake you?" Anakin's voice asked softly from the other end of the link.
"Yes, actually, I can't believe I've slept this long," Obi-wan said apologetically. He wanted to be there waiting for Anakin when he was released from the healing halls, but clearly that opportunity had already passed.
"You needed it." Anakin answered, his voice still gently bated, almost suspiciously so. If he were still a Padawan such a tone of voice would have hinted at some sort of mistake or wrongdoing. But Anakin was no longer anyone's Padawan, and that gentle cadence now carried other insinuations that made Obi-wan's pulse quicken to think about.
"I don't suppose the Council has already spirited you away on another mission," Obi-wan asked, his anxious stomach hopeful.
It was a little odd to process the difference between what he felt now and the guilt laced dread he harbored before. The darker emotions were still there, but joy and tender love bloomed amongst them making all else pale in comparison. He felt it as truth, singing in his chest. Beyond anything else it felt right. It made their hopeless situation seem slightly less so. Maybe it was just the shimmer of a silver lining on the darkest of storm clouds, but to Obi-wan that sparkle of light was everything. It was all that mattered. All that existed.
With that sliver of light illuminating his world everything seemed new. Butterflies tickled in his stomach, dancing and catching in his chest. He hadn't felt like this since he was a teenager. He felt love, passion, desire, but nothing quite like the nervous trill inside his belly as he waited for Anakin's answer, begging the force he hadn't been deployed again.
It was almost like all of the terrible things ceased to exist. It was just him and Anakin amidst their freshly taken vow for one another that had yet to be physically realized. Really it was senseless, he knew he needed to remain objective. He needed to tell Anakin about the bounty. He needed to know the danger he was set against. But his attention didn't have room for any of that at the moment. Maybe it was selfish, Obi-wan thought, but he couldn't find it in himself to ruin the man's spirit.
"No, actually. The healers told them I need some time to rest. They suggested a week, but the council gave me five days." Anakin said, a slight pout in his words but only for show.
"That's great news." Obi-wan said, the warmth in his chest tickling behind his ribs.
"I was actually wondering if you wanted to come over tonight, If you're not too busy." Anakin asked casually, but Obi-wan could feel the pull across their bond. It was unmistakable in nature, and naturally he found himself entirely helpless.
"I'm not too busy." Obi-wan answered, struggling to stay at least partially objective. "There was actually something I wanted to talk to you about," he added.
"Is everything alright?" Anakin asked, worry casting its shadow over his words.
"Yes, everything's fine." Obi-wan assured him.
"Well I'll see you in an hour or so, then?" Anakin asked, quickly brushing aside any reservations about what his Master was referring to. "At the apartment," he specified. Of course there was nowhere else Obi-wan would expect him to be. It was no hidden secret that Anakin hadn't lived in the temple for years. It was a privilege that was rarely spoken of for the sake of politics. But right now Obi-wan was just glad to have some extra space where the walls didn't have ears.
"That sounds wonderful." Obi-wan said, a true, real smile unfolding on his lips.
"See you then." Anakin said quietly, quickly ending the transmission before Obi-wan could say anything else.
With a groan Obi-wan flopped back on the sleeper, overwhelmed with boyish emotions. His heart was fluttering as if he were still a Padawan, swooning over his first crush. His cock was swollen and aching in kind, as if he'd never been touched before. It was frustrating, really, to be so easily disposed.
Forcing himself up he stripped down and went to the shower, stepping into a scalding stream of hot water that stung at first contact. Studiously he washed and scrubbed, trying to get in and out as quickly as possible. In spite of his diligent effort to ignore it, the aching want between his thighs only grew worse. The wet friction of his palm as he gripped his throbbing girth was distracting enough that his focus immediately shifted from soaping up to working himself with quick purposeful strokes.
"Oh," he moaned weakly, his legs beginning to feel unsteady beneath him. Obi-wan reached out, bracing himself against the shower wall as he hunched over, hips thrusting into his own hand. It was hurried, but he wanted it to be. This was all about necessity after all. He didn't really want to be taking the time to pleasure himself right now, but his body hadn't left him much choice.
Of course he couldn't stave off images of his Anakin keening beneath him, or the soft echo of his chanting, Master, over and over again, punctuated by heavy sighs and pleasure wrought moans from his heavenly lips. Obi-wan felt acutely aware of the size of his girth as he pumped his shaft, ever quickening in pace as his breathing held tight in his chest. He knew he was rather large, and the thought of Anakin taking him sent a trill through his body that pushed him over the edge.
His hips twitched as he spilled in his hand while the hot shower quickly washed away any evidence of his mess. With a relieved sigh he resumed soaping himself up and washing off, climbing out of the shower with the pleasant hum of post-orgasmic euphoria soothing his nerves. After jumping into some fresh, properly fitting robes, Obi-wan towel dried his hair and cased out into the living space.
"Going somewhere?" Ahsoka asked, her eyes wide and perceptive, studying him more closely than he would have liked.
"Out," Obi-wan replied curtly.
"You're going to see Anakin, aren't you?" Ahsoka grinned, her eyes narrowing with amusement.
"That's hardly your business, young Padawan." Obi-wan chastised.
"Struck a nerve? So I'm right!" Ahsoka smirked.
Obi-wan felt a blush rise over his face that he knew Ahsoka was well aware of, her Torgrutan senses no doubt amplifying its effect. "Padawan, I have an important task for you. Merrith can help, if you so wish," he said, changing the subject while using his most Masterly voice.
"Oh?" Ahsoka perked up.
"I need a full report of the history of Kraysiss Two, at least ten pages. And I need it done by the end of the week. Master Jocasta would be happy to help you find all the resources you need for the assignment." Obi-wan said sternly.
"What?!" Ahsoka protested, crossing her arms as a frown formed on her face.
"Focus on anything having to do with Sith bio-weapons, or anything along those lines." Obi-wan added. While the report was a punishment of sorts, if they had a week to kill at the very least she might as well be digging up some useful information. If they were lucky she might uncover some useful leads to what they encountered on Koda station. After all, this was a much better use of her time than teasing her Master.
"Are you serious?" Ahsoka blurted.
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Obi-wan said, his eyes as sharp as daggers. "I'm sure I could come up with something else, if you insist," he added, his tone implying that something else would be even less pleasant.
"No, no, that won't be necessary." Ahsoka ceded. "I'll get working on it and let you know what I find."
"I didn't think so." Obi-wan said, his brows raised, noting his lack of amusement. "You can start on it tomorrow since it's late."
"Yes, Master." Ahsoka grumbled.
"Good night Padawan, Merrith," Obi-wan said before he turned to leave. He had other business to attend to.
….
Obi-wan stood hesitantly in the entryway of Anakin's apartment, his heart rattling frantically behind his ribs, his youthful excitement worn off long ago. He spent his entire time on the way over ruminating on when to tell Anakin the truth about what really happened, wrestling between just leading off with it, or letting it rest for a little while longer. He stood shifting uneasily near the front door, and he was sure that Anakin could see him on the other side of the transparisteel wall that shone as a one way mirror, reflecting the dimming light of the setting sun outwards into the stars.
He didn't want to shatter the illusion, but Anakin had the right to know. The only problem was that learning about the bounty led to the assumption that there would be a puck. The puck would lead him straight to the holotape that not even Obi-wan had worked up the courage to watch himself. He didn't think he ever wanted to.
He still remembered the sharp stab of terror when he found the recorder, the tape pressed inside it's hollow core, transcribing with damnable accuracy all the things that happened- all the violence and bloodshed. He felt its presence like a silent witness, watching, judging- waiting. It felt as if the plastic shell and wire filaments it housed comprised a dark entity, awaiting its opportunity to strike and land its long sought revenge.
Of course those were his own emotions being projected onto an inanimate object. The truth was he felt afraid. Now he had something- someone to lose, and he couldn't lose Anakin again. He was afraid that was exactly what would happen if he told the truth, if he showed him the puck. Losing Anakin was losing everything.
Obi-wan sighed, his arms crossed and hidden in the warmth of his robes. He needed to put himself aside. Anakin needed to know, and he wasn't about to withhold such crucial information from him. It wasn't even up for debate. He felt resolve steadily mount in his chest. He knew it was the right thing to do. And now, he needed to go through with it while he still had the nerve.
Obi-wan forced himself through the door, trying to erase the look of dread that hung loudly on his face, that he felt like lead in his stomach. As he walked in he saw Anakin standing in front of the liquor cabinet, surveying a number of ornate crystal decanters full of different kinds of alcohol.
"I was wondering when you were going to come inside," Anakin said with good humor. "You feel so tense I figured you could use something to drink," he added cordially. Obi-wan felt a symphony of emotions flood their bond. There was open hearted warmth woven through with chords of passion and desire, and it was more inebriating than any drink could possibly be.
"No thank you," Obi-wan said, feeling his resolve weaken.
"Oh, okay." Anakin said, somewhat perplexed as he closed the cabinet and strode over to meet him. "Is everything alright?" He asked with some concern, a growing sense of fear palpable in his aura. Obi-wan could feel Anakin trying hard to mask it with his charismatic smile. He could feel the mounting desperation clawing inside him, he could see it in his eyes, in their searching as the cool confidence slowly caved to the fear beneath.
No, nothing was alright. Anakin could sense it in his Master before Obi-wan even uttered a word. "It's just been… a difficult few weeks." He answered. Hell, it had been a difficult couple of years or more. He was painting over things to make them seem better, brighter than what they really were.
Obi-wan knew better than to do that with Anakin. He knew the man had no tolerance for anything but blatant honesty. He could already see the initial sting in the man's eyes followed by the cool anger that rose in its place.
Anakin took a breath. "You're being modest. A few years, maybe," he said in suggestion, keeping his temper well underfoot.
Obi-wan nodded. "You're right."
Anakin's anger abated as he flashed a nervous smile, his eyes still barely hiding his lingering fear. "Why don't you come in and sit down?" He said, leading Obi-wan by the hand over to the sofa that overlooked the entire district below. It was a magnificent view, really, though he found himself without the ability to enjoy it.
Anakin sat down and Obi-wan followed suit, leaving about half and arm's length of space between them. His gut twisted and wrenched as he felt words form on his tongue- all the things he needed to say. The things Anakin deserved to know. The things that might take his beloved away from him, again.
Anakin's eyes lost all veil to the fear that gnawed inside him, sensing his Master's unease. It only made it more difficult, but Obi-wan knew what he needed to do. It was the only right thing.
"Anakin," he said carefully, willing himself to look the man in his eyes, the ones that hid little from his Master. "There's something I need to talk to you about."
….
Anakin felt his hope crumble beneath the weight of Obi-wan's distress. He didn't know what he had to say, but he sensed his Master's aversion towards it, sensed the gut wrenching fear that ached inside of him, wrestling with other wants and needs. And he felt the imminence of words- words that would change everything.
At least that's how Obi-wan felt about them. He could sense the dread he harbored, the fear. What scared Anakin the most is that he had felt this in his Master before. He felt it in him on the way back from Kraysiss, when he nearly abandoned him. Anakin knew what this particular dark mixture of emotions meant, and he couldn't stand it.
Obi-wan said that he loved him, jealously. That had to count for something. Anakin wouldn't let the man throw him away again, not even if his Master had concocted another theory that it was for his own benefit. Obi-wan wasn't allowed to sideline him again. Anakin confided in him, trusted him with his greatest and worst kept secret- that he loved him, too. He would die for him. He would do anything for him but leave his side.
Anakin shifted closer to his Master, putting a wanting hand on the man's knee. "Can't it wait?" Anakin all but begged. If Obi-wan was going to leave, if he was going to relent his confession and distance himself again, there was really nothing Anakin could do. All he could do was try to keep Obi-wan with him as long as he could, even if that just meant a few more hours. And Anakin was desperate, all the heartache and wanting he ever felt for the man bursting inside of him, making it difficult to breathe.
Really, he was lingering on the edge of total panic. He saw Obi-wan's face twist with sorrow, felt the war raging inside of him. It was obvious that he cared about him, that he loved him. It was loud in his aura, the source of all his heartache and longing, as well as fear and dread.
"Please," Anakin whispered, laying himself bare as he truly was- afraid, helpless and grieving the possible loss of his Master for a second time. It would kill him. He knew it would.
Obi-wan's tortured expression settled, as did the wrestling in his aura. Suddenly all about the man was calm. Not just calm, but grave and hardened. Obi-wan's steady gaze bore through him, claiming and grounding. There was that resolve he felt in him before, the relentless, possessive chord that seeded itself in the man's heart. This was the man that spilled blood in his name. Anakin felt the slightest current of darkness inside him, not out of balance but ever present. He wanted him so much more for all of it, as if he could ever want him more at all.
Obi-wan leaned in close and Anakin could feel his breath on his lips, feel the heat of the man's skin on his own. Just being close to him brought him alive in ways that he didn't know how to explain. He felt parts of himself opening up, his Master the catalyst as his lips brushed up against his, sparking loud on his senses.
This is what it was to be alive, to feel. He had been numb for so long, drifting between knowing something was missing and the realization that he could never be whole on his own. He tried to fill the void before. It was a futile effort. There was only one thing that could ever fix him. One soul that held the key.
And that man now pulled him close and kissed him sweetly, a fist holding gently in his curls as another held at the nape of his neck, sending prickles of gooseflesh down his spine. Anakin felt a tickle in his belly for the way his Master's tongue moved inside him slowly, bated with fervent wanting.
All the parts of his heart that ceased to feel over the years filled with life at his Master's touch. Anakin hadn't realized how broken he had become until this moment, where all the fractured pieces of himself began to ache, screaming in his chest. What hurt the most was that he couldn't hold onto his Master forever, and he wanted to so badly. But he felt the doubt- the fear in Obi-wan. There was something on the horizon for him, and it could mean the end for them. Obi-wan certainly thought it was so, Anakin felt that clearly.
It seemed so cruel for things to end when they had never even truly begun. Anakin wanted to savor every second and hide it away for when this was all just a distant memory. He wanted to take note of every vivid detail.
Anakin crawled forwards, moving to straddle Obi-wan without pulling away from his lips. Excitement danced in his chest when he earned a low moan from his Master as his weight settled comfortably on his lap. It was all so surreal, feeling their bodies pressed so close as his hands twisted in his Master's hair. He breathed deep, drinking in the rich musk of his skin, appreciating the rough scratch of the man's beard against him.
Anakin reveled in the feel of Obi-wan's hands as they wandered, mapping down his sides. So many times he had been touched, held, kissed and fucked by strangers, just wanting to feel a trace of what his Master stirred inside of him. Now he didn't have to close his eyes and pretend these hands belonged to someone else. He only had to pretend that his Master wouldn't leave him again, that he would have Obi-wan forever. But that was much harder to let himself believe, even just for the sake of the moment. It would only make it harder when he left.
Anakin's mind wandered away from those unpleasantries when he felt Obi-wan's hands trail to the small of his back, pulling him closer. There was a distinct covetous nature to his Master's touch, jealous yet not quite demanding. It was so much like him- to feel so intensely, so deeply in a way that was obvious, and to forgo expressing the full extent of it. But even a man like Obi-wan had his limits. Already Anakin could feel the man clawing against the leather and dowlas, wishing so desperately to feel skin in its place.
Anakin was a mirror of his Master's appetence- an ocean of desire raging in stormy swells to meet with the man's roaring flames. Alone they were nothing but the elements of their own passions, the architects of their own demise. Together they were balance. In that moment Anakin could feel how their souls thirsted for one another, how completely his Master's heart belonged to him. The only selfish thing inside the man was his uncompromising, possessive claim over him, and Anakin was more than willing to indulge his Master.
Responding to the hands that still held him Anakin arched his back, gently rocking against Obi-wan's hips, teasing him. There was a cool sense of power over the man as he let his arms wrap around his shoulders, pressing sweet and passionate kisses onto his lips- but that power was fleeting. Every last shred of composure he held ceased to exist when his throbbing cock brushed against his Master's strangled girth.
Needy moans hummed on their lips at the sudden collision as Obi-wan deepened their kiss. Anakin found himself chasing after the spark of pleasure, gracelessly dry humping his Master's cock with little restraint. He would have been embarrassed by such a puerile display if Obi-wan's hands hadn't been so quick to find his hips, holding him firmly while guiding and encouraging him to continue.
Breaking away from Obi-wan's lips with a mischievous smile Anakin reached down to grab at his Master's cock, still rocking against him as he palmed over his erection, stroking him in rhythm through his leggings. Looking in his Master's eyes he saw that same greedy look from before, now hazed over with orgiastic bliss.
Not looking away for even a moment Anakin moved to unlace the man's leggings, quickly revealing the whole of his hot, pulsing girth. Obi-wan's cock felt satisfying in his hand as he stroked him, and Anakin loved the gentle gasps and delicious moans that noted the pleasure he was making him feel.
Anakin bit his lip, still working his Master's cock, feeling drunk off the man's soft oh's, his lidded gaze and the pleasurable pain where his hands still grabbed his hips in a now bruising grip. A renewed surge of power rushed through him for feeling the ever prudent and stern Jedi Master involuntarily twitch his hips as he stroked him. Anakin could feel his girth harden slightly, noting how close Obi-wan was already. Feeling the insatiable pull to taste him, Anakin shifted down and settled on his knees between his Master's legs.
Taking a pause in his ministrations he held Obi-wan's cock firmly at it's base, surveying it with lustful awe. Anakin gazed up at his Master with wide, purposefully innocent eyes, locking with the man's possessive, hungry stare. One of Obi-wan's hands went to ruffle through his locks while Anakin licked his lips thoroughly, readying himself before he started on his Master again.
By the time Anakin's mouth was on him, Obi-wan had both hands tangled in his hair, massaging gently on his scalp as he studiously licked him from base to tip. He took his time, drawing out his Master's pleasure, completely wetting him with slow drags of his tongue before he started pumping his shaft. Mostly Anakin's attention was rapt by his Master's hot, wet, cock- how good he tasted, how sweet he sounded as he tried to hold himself back. He felt the man's hands now pulling in his hair as Anakin paid special attention to his swollen tip, his tongue sliding over it appreciatively before his gaze shifted back up to Obi-wan's desperate eyes.
Anakin could feel tension rise in his Master as he studied him with a sultry gaze. There was nothing more gratifying than this, Anakin thought. A wanton smile graced his eyes as he took the man's tip in a sloppy kiss before sinking down on him again, sucking gently as well as he was able while slowly pumping his girth. It was somewhat difficult because his Master's size was quite significant, but Anakin savored the challenge. The slight ache in his jaw only made him enjoy the pursuit more.
And then it occurred to him, perhaps he was wrong. There were a few things more gratifying than having his Master like this, and all of those involved his Master and significantly fewer articles of clothing between them.
Obi-wan was on the edge, he had been for a little while. Anakin could feel the man try to rein himself in, though it was quickly becoming a futile effort. The hands that once gently pulled in his hair now pressed down, guiding Anakin's mouth on his Master's cock with increasing force while trying but failing to successfully stay the thrusting of his hips.
Obi-wan's composure was giving way under the weight of pleasure, and Anakin happily yielded to his Master's strength and will. The man was not overpowering or violent by any means, though he was driving Anakin to take him deeper. Seamlessly, he accommodated his Master.
Anakin felt Obi-wan trembling from the pleasure welling inside him, panting and keening. He opened himself to take his Master in his entirety, his jaw hinged wide as he felt the man's cock dive down his throat. Taken by surprise his Master let out a startled, pleasured cry. Anakin braced himself, putting hands on either of his Master's thighs as he obediently moved where Obi-wan wanted him, heeding the fist that held tight in his curls.
It was truly beautiful to feel such a severe man driven so wild with mindless sensation. It was all Anakin could think about as the fist in his curls tightened, forcing him down firmly on Obi-wan's cock as his hips seized and the warmth of the man's seed spilled down his throat. Submissively Anakin swallowed around his Master's girth, his throat contracting and working as the man still pulsed inside of him.
Eventually Anakin was forced to break away from his Master's grip since it was impossible to breathe with the man's cock so deep. Immediately after doing so a tickle threw him into an all out coughing fit that lasted a few seconds, leaving tears in his eyes from its intensity.
A sudden shift changed the current of Obi-wan's aura. "Anakin-" The man bit out, something like fear in his eyes.
Anakin looked up at him in confusion, wiping the tears from his eyes. Obi-wan's head shook frantically, and he looked like he had just seen a ghost. Fear of the unknown rose up in Anakin again, suddenly reminded of his Master's feelings from before.
"What's wrong, Master?" Anakin asked. He sounded small, scared, like a needy Padawan again. Obi-wan was his anchor, and right now they were both adrift in a sea that neither of them could make sense of.
"I…" Obi-wan started, unable to finish even a string of words before the threat of a sob silenced him.
Anakin climbed up from between the man's legs, settling back down on his lap. Obi-wan turned away from him, too ashamed to look him in the face. He held his hands near his face, staring at them aghast as if they were covered in blood.
"I'm sorry," Obi-wan whispered into his hands. "I'm so sorry…"
"What?" Anakin asked, baffled, beginning to panic. Was this it? Was this the moment Obi-wan would cast him aside? He was sorry because he was leaving, again. He felt worse for taking advantage of him, knowing this would never work out. Anakin felt like his world was falling apart. He knew this was going to happen, if only he could make things last longer. But those moments were already just memories.
"I hurt you." Obi-wan said distantly.
It took a few moments for Anakin's heart to catch up to what his Master just said. Not a single moment of what had just transpired registered on Anakin's radar as violence, not even the sort he prefered. Sure the man had been firm, maybe even a little rough at the end. It was exactly what Anakin wanted. He didn't like to be handled like he was so delicate, he wasn't delicate. He wanted to feel passion in the hands that touched him.
"No." Anakin said sternly, searching out his Master's gaze. Obi-wan was so terrified of hurting him. It was why he left, or so the man claimed. "No, you didn't," Anakin insisted. Obi-wan didn't seem reassured, and it was beginning to frustrate him.
Anakin took the man's face between his palms and forced his Master to look at him. He had already bared much of his soul to the man, had lowered his mental shielding to barely nothing. Now Anakin stripped the rest of it away, leaving himself entirely vulnerable and open.
"Look inside and tell me what you see." Anakin said, his eyes challenging. The fear in Obi-wan's aura slowly drained away as Anakin felt his presence as a warmth sweeping over him. He projected all the ways Obi-wan made him feel when his hands were on him, how satisfying it was to take him, to hear the man's startled gasps and pleasure drenched moans, to feel so completely wanted and needed.
Anakin loosened the neck of his Master's tunic to bare the man's shoulder. He began to place gentle kisses on Obi-wan's collar bone, leaving a trail up his neck and behind his ear. Anakin could feel the slightest shiver run down his Master's spine and drank it in with the tug of a smile on his lips. Subtly he began to push suggestive images through their bond, humming low moans meant to tickle his Master's skin.
"What do you see, Master?" Anakin asked softly, innocently, knowing well the sultry picture of him moaning sweetly as Obi-wan rocked into him flooded the man's thoughts. And although it was Anakin who manifested the image, he found himself quickly losing grip on reality as he gazed upon it in his mind's eye. He wanted Obi-wan so badly, and really, he needed him. The picture changed as the Master he conjured in his mind slammed into him harder, sinking his teeth into Anakin's shoulder hard, drawing a trickle of blood from his porcelain skin.
He felt himself slipping, and he felt his Master's reservations. The man had a private viewing of the fantasy that unfolded inside Anakin's mind, revealing some of his most primal wants. Not nearly all of them, as there was so much more Anakin craved. He simply knew better than to push any more on his Master right now. Thankfully Obi-wan wasn't immune to the intrigue- it presented the strongest of all. But there was hesitation in his heart as well. Anakin had expected it.
Still, hesitation didn't keep his Master from succumbing to his own desires. Anakin could feel the hardness of the man's cock against him as his own rapacious need pooled between his thighs. Anakin locked his legs around Obi-wan's torso, feeling his Master's hands smooth down his back. So he hadn't scared him away, or at least not yet.
I'm yours, don't you want me? Anakin whispered silently, sucking on the flesh of Obi-wan's neck greedily. Won't you make me yours, Master? He taunted, feeling a slight tremble in Obi-wan's core. It wasn't met with any more uncertainty. All Anakin could feel in him now was the iron resolve, the sacred devotion that Obi-wan held for him- only him.
Hastily his Master fumbled up from the sofa, Anakin held tightly in his arms as he began walking towards his quarters. Anakin held onto him tighter as he slung his arms around the man's neck to support himself. An overwhelming wave of desire crashed over him again, mindless and needy, making him crush a hungry kiss onto his Master's lips that Obi-wan fervently reciprocated. He could feel himself bursting at the seams, buzzing with more ardent anticipation than he ever felt in his life.
Muffled moans buzzed on their lips while Obi-wan made his way through the doors to Anakin's quarters. Thoroughly distracted he tripped a few steps away from the sleeper, sending them both tumbling onto the soft mattress where both of them began frantically tearing at their clothes. Boots were kicked astray and articles of clothing were thrown every which way until they were both completely disrobed.
Then came the unexpected silence, a moment of stillness after the race was over. Anakin lay reclined, propped up on his hands staring back at his Master who sat forwards, leaning towards him. They were both breathless, their bare chests heaving from the anxious thrill. In that silence Anakin felt his heart ache again. Even in this moment he found himself grieving.
There was a certain measure of fear he found, in having something so pure and real. One day they would no longer have each other. Maybe that day was tomorrow, maybe it was fifty years off or more. It didn't seem to matter, the tragedy would be the same. A part of himself would be lost, he would never be whole again after. And Anakin was somewhat shocked at the realization that he didn't think he could live without his Master. His Obi-wan.
Anakin gazed up at the man, seeing a thoughtful mirror of his own heartfelt realizations in his eyes. Obi-wan crawled closer and reached out, gently stroking a hand on his cheek, trailing down his neck and sternum. His eyes followed, letting out an unsteady breath as he dared to take in the full sight of him.
The ache in his chest met again with another surge of desperate wanting when Obi-wan shifted to climb over him. Anakin couldn't help but stare up at him with awe and blissful expectation. His heart hammered wildly against his ribs as his Master pressed a slow, careful kiss on his lips before trailing down to bite gently on his nipples. Initially the sensation startled him since it was unexpected, but he leaned into it, relishing how his Master chose to touch him.
Kisses trailed lower, teasing his hips and the sensitive trail between his belly button and the base of his aching cock. Obi-wan sucked and licked on the insides of his thighs, grazing his teeth gently in places. All of it had Anakin buzzing, every inch of his skin too aware of every sensation- of the softness of his Master's lips, the scratch of his beard, the gentle tufts of breath and the tickle of his calloused hands as they held him.
Anakin found himself gasping, letting out soft moans for the way all of his Master's kisses and touches sparked warm pleasure inside him. And for all the hands that had felt him, all the lips that had tasted him, Anakin couldn't help but note that no one had ever bothered to touch him this way.
Most if not all of the strangers he ever brought home had been selfish with their touch. Anakin's masochistic tendencies always attracted people who found pleasure in obliging him. It wasn't as if he was a saint, he had his own interests in mind as well. Sex had been more of a transaction, giving and receiving for mutual benefit. This was so different. It was so much more. The man didn't need a whip to bring Anakin to surrender. Obi-wan's gentleness, his patience, was torture in itself.
Anakin was ready to beg when he felt his Master's breath on his cock, blowing gently, sending a rush of pleasure through his veins. It was maddening. And that was before the man's lips enveloped him, licking and sucking in a way not so dissimilar from what Anakin practiced on him before.
Obi-wan's rhythm was awkward and unpracticed, but it didn't matter. The warmth and slick wetness of his Master's mouth on him was all consuming. The thought that he was possibly the first person Obi-wan had ever gone down on was lewdly satisfying. He felt the occasional brush of teeth, not unpleasant or detracting from his pleasure at all. It was entrancing more than anything else. But such was the nature of all that his Master did to him- everything he did was perfect.
Trained well by the restraints that usually held him, Anakin held fist-fulls of sheets in his hands instead of guiding his Master as Obi-wan had done with him. He wanted to wait and see what the man would choose to do to him next, the suspense was driving him wild.
While submissive, Anakin was not quiet under his Master's touch. From the very first trail of kisses down his belly he had been a twitching, gasping, moaning mess. When Obi-wan began to massage gently at his entrance he could hardly contain himself. With the feel of his Master's mouth on him combined with the gentle pressure that slowly penetrated him, it was no different.
Anakin felt Obi-wan press a finger inside him appraisingly, working him open rather quickly. It wasn't that his Master was impatient, but rather that Anakin had already thoroughly prepared himself before Obi-wan's arrival with hopes the man would take such an interest. Anakin had been so desperate for him for so long, he didn't want anything to slow or ruin the moment.
"Mmaster," Anakin whimpered, arching his back. Yet again he was on the edge of begging. Sensing it, Obi-wan climbed back over him, lining himself up, pressing himself firmly against him.
Anakin gazed up into his Master's eyes, shivering and breathless as the man lingered over him, the warmth of his skin feeling electric everywhere their bodies pressed against each other. Obi-wan's eyes were kind, passionate and wild.
His Master became so many things in that moment, more than Anakin knew how to perceive all at once. And the things he stirred inside of him were just another long list of things that were incomprehensible, wonderful and torturous all at the same time. Under the weight of it all Anakin found himself displaced, existing only in the fleeting yet eternal present moment.
Nothing else mattered outside of that, outside of the small world that enveloped them both. The gentle brush of his Master's breath colliding against his skin, the warm pressure that held steady against him patiently, waiting for his body to yield. Anakin's hands floated up to touch Obi-wan's chest, feeling the static energy where they connected buzz in his fingertips and palms.
The slow, steady pressure gave way as his Master pressed inside of him tenderly, sending a pleasant chill down his spine. Aching pleasure met with the pain of being stretched open, and he couldn't help but let out a whimper for it. This was the feeling of being complete. Anakin looked back up at his Master with eyes as open as his heart, his body, his soul. He could feel the void inside him stitched together, his heart pulled by strings his Master held in hand, that he wielded over him mercilessly. But really, he didn't mind.
"Ah-" Anakin breathed on the edge of a gasp as Obi-wan fully sheathed himself inside, sparking bright pleasure as he shifted his hips. Anakin's hands wandered over his Master's body as the man settled, letting him acclimate to his girth. He loved feeling the softness of the man's skin contrast his hard, lean shape, the way his muscles twitched as he held steady inside him.
Anakin found himself so entranced that he was caught off guard when Obi-wan took hold of his wrists, pinning them against the mattress. Of course it was a pleasant surprise, sending a jolt of pleasure crashing through him along with a soft, startled cry.
Obi-wan's eyes bore into his own ravenously, and Anakin couldn't look away- not that he wanted to. His Master began to rock against him, thrusting lazily yet skillfully against his prostate making him squirm against the hold on his wrists. Obi-wan only clamped down harder, making his flesh hand feel cold and slightly numb. The glint in the man's eye told Anakin that he knew what he was doing. He knew Anakin craved a forceful touch. Obi-wan could see how he melted under his grasp, not a trace of guilt in his stern blue eyes.
But there was pleasure there, in his Master's gaze as his grip held even tighter, the tempo of his hips quickening. Obi-wan lowered his head to rest in the crook of Anakin's neck, biting gently on the soft hollow of his throat as he thrust inside him. He could feel him trembling against him, could hear his soft moans, his ragged breath.
Pleasure grew bright inside of him, Anakin could almost see it as a glow of bright white light behind his lids. His cock was aching as he fought against his Master's grip again in futility. Instead he wrapped his legs around Obi-wan's hips, meeting the man's thrusts with ones of his own, taking the man's cock with frantic desperation. He needed more, his body cried out for it, hungry to feel Obi-wan in every way that he could.
"Harder-" Anakin moaned, begging. "Please Master, O-oh-Obi-wan p-please," he all but whimpered between gasps and cries of pleasure.
Anakin felt hands on his body when his Master quickly turned him to lie face down, one leg bent up and the other straight as Obi-wan lay over him, entering him rather abruptly this time making Anakin's stomach tickle with excitement. The man's hands swiftly found their way to his wrists again, pinning them down as he had before. Obi-wan's head pressed against Anakin's, cheek to cheek as he panted, fucking him fast and hard. He could feel his Master's body work on top of his, and the slick of sweat between them. At this angle Anakin's pleasure began to swell even faster than before. He could feel it pulsing in his cock, deep inside where his Master fucked him, goading him closer.
"Master, won't you… Mmmh won't you-" Anakin whimpered between the staccato cries his Master fucked out of him. He could feel Obi-wan harden inside him as the man released his wrists to take a fist of his curls, wrenching his face to look at him while the other angled his hips to take his Master deeper.
The look on Obi-wan's face was almost enough to push him over the edge by itself, aside from the way he relentlessly thrust against his prostate sending shocks of blinding pleasure throughout his trembling form. Deep in Obi-wan's eyes was a dark, possessive thing. Anakin could feel it's hands on him, feel it deep inside of him, and for a second it sent a shiver down his spine with a trace of fear along with it. For all the passion and want he'd ever seen there before, he'd never seen this. He didn't even really know what this was- aside from breathlessly and debilitatingly intoxicating.
"A-Anakin-" Obi-wan bit out, fucking him ruthlessly, the loud slapping of flesh filling the apartment as he slammed into him, both of them mewling incessantly as they came closer to the edge.
"Oh fuck- Anakin-" Obi-wan whispered, "fuck-fuck-" he gasped, a snarl of pleasure on his lip just before a wave of mind numbing pleasure crashed over him. The salacious cry he gave was muted when he sank his teeth into Anakin's shoulder. The pain was delicious, combined with Obi-wan's cock frantically slamming and throbbing inside of him as he spilled.
Anakin felt himself so close, savoring the pain laced pleasure. In his haze Obi-wan began to slow his pace. Anakin's body trembled, feeling the hot slick of his Master's spent cock inside of him. He was so insufferably close.
"No don't stop-" Anakin cried out, taking himself in his trembling hand and frantically jacking himself off as he slammed his ass back on his Master's slightly flagging girth. Obi-wan quickly resumed his relentless tempo, sucking hard on the skin around the bite mark he left. It hadn't broken skin, but it was sure to leave a bruise. The thought of such a blatant claiming sent a pleasurable shiver down Anakin's spine, sending him right over the edge.
Anakin spilled in a quiet breathless moan, his seed leaving a wet sticky mess on his hand and the sheets below. His body was buzzing from the bright, now fading orgasm, and the warmth of exertion. He felt himself clench around his Master's cock that now rested pleasantly inside of him. He could feel Obi-wan's cum dripping down the inside of his thigh as the man draped limply over his back, pressing tender kisses onto his neck and shoulder.
Not wanting to move but needing to at least clean up a little Anakin shifted to get up to find a towel. Obi-wan rolled off of him and onto his side, not allowing Anakin to get far before he put a firm hand on his jaw, forcing him to stop and look at him. Of course Anakin didn't resist. He wanted to obey his Master. Not always, not even most times, but right now he did.
"You are mine, Anakin." Obi-wan stated, gazing boldly into his eyes.
"Yes Master." Anakin answered, his eyes and heart still open, completely yielding, savoring the sound of it.
"And I am yours." Obi-wan added seriously. "Do you understand that?"
"Of course, Master." Anakin replied, nearly offended that he would ask such a thing.
"I will never leave your side. Not for anything." Obi-wan replied, his eyes grave, hand still gripping at his jaw.
Anakin felt his eyes gloss over as something stirred inside of him. It wasn't sadness, and it wasn't grief. He felt it flood him with its ambiguity, running down his cheeks. Obi-wan released his hold on his jaw to wipe away his tears gently.
"You are mine. And I am never letting you go ever again." I would kill again before I let anyone take you away from me.
