After nearly crying himself to sleep, Anakin managed to find a fraction of peace for a few hours. Though even as he rested he could feel the heavy weight of dread that pushed on his chest like a stone boulder. The potential task he had been given was too much for his soul to take on. It festered and gnawed away at him until he blinked awake into the same darkness he had fallen asleep in.
He looked to the saber he still held in his hands as he lie next to his Master. He could see the metal of it glinting in the low light that filtered in through the fabric of their shelter. The air outside was still as it ever had been. Not a noise to be heard aside from his Masters breathing.
Anakin put his saber down beside him and closed his eyes again. Maybe he could sleep better without it. He hoped it would be so.
As he tried to fall back asleep he could feel the soft tufts of his Master's breath brush up against the back of his neck. The rhythm was soothing. Anakin felt himself sink into a sleepy meditative trance, feeling a wave of peace fall over him. More than just a quiet mind, soon his whole body began to feel free.
But then that tempo of breath began to quicken, and his Master's skin began to feel hot and clammy. For the most part it escaped his awareness. Anakin was nearly asleep when Obi-wan began to toss about restlessly. He might not have noticed a thing, had his Master's hand not wandered down the front of his sleep pants.
Anakin's eyes flew open with a gasp as his Master gently palmed over his quickly stiffening erection. No one had ever touched him like that. There were people he had once held feelings for, Padme Amidala to name one, but he had never acted on any of it, nor had anyone else ever taken such a physical interest in him.
The way it felt, having someone so intentionally coaxing him to hardness, was intrinsically erotic. He was helpless against the physico-chemical reaction that made his skin feel sensitive and warm as his heart drummed against his ribs. It pulled him deeper inside his mind, to his basest self. Where the animal instincts that once drove his kind, billions of years ago, resided.
And it felt wonderful, but there were other things swimming in his chest that he couldn't quite explain. Any and all words escaped him in that moment. He couldn't make sense of any of it, not while he was preoccupied with such raw sensation under his Master's touch.
Hushed gasps and moans fell from his lips that he tried to still and quiet, as if someone might hear. It seemed so perfect, the way his Master's hand gripped and stroked him torturously slow with care, feeling his hard girth pulse with heat. Anakin couldn't help but whimper as Obi-wan thumbed over the tip on slow careful circles as he brought his fist to the end of his member, then back down again with delicious firmness. His belly trembled with a rising pleasure, an intensity of which far surpassed anything he could ever bring himself to feel alone.
As Obi-wan continued to stroke him, Anakin felt his Master's fully hardened cock press against his backside. Low husky moans vibrated through the man's chest as he began to grind on him at the same tempo at which he pumped his shaft. It stirred a strange feeling in Anakin's chest that caused him to grow rigid with nervous tension.
The sound of his Master's voice so animal and desperate both excited and confused him all at the same time. He had never thought of Obi-wan as a sexual being ever in his life. Now he was grinding on him, touching him, making him feel so good in ways he never imagined.
Perhaps most confusing was how perfect Obi-wan was. It was the way his breathing faltered ar he pressed against him harder, how he jacked him off quicker all at the same time. Anakin felt his heart pound desperately in his chest as his mind raced, trying to make sense of it all.
But none of it did make sense. In the midst of his confusion a storm of emotions swirled through his body, every bit of it drowned out by the promise of pleasure that lit up between his thighs. It was all consuming, distracting, more powerful than he knew how to handle. He was reduced to nothing, all under the ministrations of his Master.
And somehow the the sensations grew brighter, louder, filling every cell in his body. Anakin's thoughts were empty of all except the mind numbing pleasure. He didn't want it to stop, he would beg his Master to finish him, do anything for him, be anything he wanted. It both surprised and terrified him all at the same time.
"Oh," Anakin breathed and moaned quietly as he neared the edge, "Master…"
Just as he nearly crested, Obi-wan pulled his hand back and hungirly tore away Anakin's sleep pants, exposing him completely while he quickly wriggled out of his own clothes. All the meanwhile Anakin's ruined orgasm faded, leaving him aching painfully for more as he cried out from the sudden loss of pleasurable sensation.
Anakin wanted to beg Obi-wan to finish him, but the mix of confusing emotions left him paralyzed. He still didn't understand what was going on or why his Master was doing this. The conflicting storm of emotions that had sparked in his chest when his Master first touched him began to rage and boil beneath his still exterior. But he couldn't do anything but wait for what his Master was going to do to him next.
Roughly, Obi-wan pushed Anakin to lay face down and positioned himself on top between his legs. Anakin's heart dropped and his stomach churned. Just as much as he had longed for his Master to finish him, now he just wanted everything to stop. But just like before he was silent and still, locked inside his mind.
Obi-wan sprawled atop him, pressing the tip of his cock against Anakin's entrance causing him to gasp as his stomach filled with dread. Anakin didn't know what he wanted or how he felt, but he didn't think he wanted this. Everything was happening too fast, spiraling out of control.
He had liked it before, how his Master had touched him, how good it felt. But now he was afraid. Because no one had ever touched him like that. He had never even had his first kiss. Now someone was going to be inside of him.
But not just someone. His Master. Obi-wan. But Obi-wan would never do this, he would never hold him down while he took advantage. He would have never put his hands on him like this at all without asking.
No.
If Obi-wan were to take such an interest, he would have been gentle and kind. He would have asked, he would have kissed him first. This was wrong, it was all wrong. If he could look into his Master's eyes, Obi-wan wouldn't be there. It would be the darkness that had stared into his soul before. Vicious, self serving, wicked. The thought of it made it difficult to breathe.
Anakin clenched his eyes shut and waited for the worst. But instead of pushing inside of him, Obi-wan gently rubbed his tip against his entrance as he stroked himself. Anakin could feel his Master's labored breath on his neck, feel the hum of his voice as he moaned low.
Only moments ago that husky bass had driven him wild with pleasure, but now it sent pangs of dread through his core. Because he knew what the man wanted, knew what he was going to do. Quickly finishing himself off to completion, Obi-wan's body shivered as he gave a sated moan. Anakin could feel his Master's cock press against him harder as he spilled and throbbed.
And then slicked with his own cum, Obi-wan pressed against him even harder. Panicked, Anakin tried to break away but was forced to stay in place.
"No," Anakin cried out breathlessly as he tried even harder to get away again only to be wrestled into submission. Obi-wan steadied his hips with a painful iron grip, keeping him still as he slowly pressed inside.
The first moment took Anakin's breath away. The feeling of being spread apart, the searing sharp pain that was somehow as deep as it was overwhelming ripped through his heart as the tempest of emotions began to tear through his chest.
As air returned to his lungs, Anakin cried out as hot tears stung in his eyes. He could feel his body resisting when his Master pressed inside further. He wanted to keep on fighting but Obi-wan was too strong. His arms might as well have been durasteel bars, keeping him exactly where he wanted him.
After what felt like an eternity of pain and heartache, Obi-wan had buried himself inside Anakin from stem to root. He could feel his Master resting there, fully enveloped. Only a moment later Obi-wan began to thrust inside of him.
It hurt so badly. When Anakin writhed against his Master, it hurt even worse. Through the pain, he could hear his Master's ragged grunts and moans ring out in the otherwise still air.
And there it was, only inches away from his hands. Anakin's lightsaber. He remembered what his Master made him promise, to defend himself at any cost. He had agreed to put Obi-wan's mind at rest. Just looking at it made everything even worse. He would never hurt his Master. Not now, not ever.
Soft sobs racked his chest as steady streams of tears rolled down his face. Anakin tried to focus on his breathing. But every time he thought he had gained a level of control over the pain, his Master seemed to get even more rough with him. His stomach sank as he could feel Obi-wan become firmer, his incoherent moans and cries growing louder with it.
"Master, you're hurting me," Anakin whimpered as he writhed against Obi-wan's intensifying assault.
Obi-wan didn't stop, but quickly his tempo changed, exchanging violent thrusts for gentle ones. The iron grip on his hips released as his Master's hands smoothed over the skin of his sides, then began to rove over the rest of his body with soft, delicate touches.
Simultaneously Obi-wan seemed to find something inside of him that felt pleasurable and warm. Everytime he hit that spot his body relaxed, allowing his Master inside more easily. Anakin found himself no longer resisting his Master's hold on him, no longer tensing as he pressed inside of him.
In response to the gentle treatment, Anakin's tears ceased and his girth began to harden. He could feel the swells of pleasure take root, pulling his focus to the moment. Between the soft touches and the way his Master kept prodding him in just the right way, Anakin found himself shifting his hips on his Master's cock in attempt to amplify the pleasure that grew between his thighs.
He felt his pulse quicken as his breath began to falter. "Master," Anakin moaned and sighed, the brilliant sensation amplified every time Obi-wan swept a hand over the stiff peaks of his nipples, with every hot breath he felt on the back of his neck. He could hear the sound of his Master's voice taken with sighs and gasps, so different from the animal grunts and moans from before. Obi-wan's gentle cadence was intoxicating, all consuming.
Then Obi-wan's strong yet gentle arms pulled Anakin to lay on his back. This time when his Master pressed inside, he did so with tender care. Anakin could see his Master's lips parted as he let out a quiet gasp, the creases in his brow shaded by the filtered moonlight as his perfect jewel blue eyes wandered over his naked body. There was no darkness in those eyes like Anakin thought he might have seen before. He saw kindness, compassion.
He saw Obi-wan.
Anakin felt the tempest of confusion swell in his throat as tears welled in his eyes. A flash of what looked like concern danced in his Master's eyes in response as Obi-wan lowered himself over Anakin, softly pressing his lips against his own. Desperately Anakin's lips parted in allowance as his Master's tongue searched his mouth. Anakin's heart sung and ached as he tatested him. A tickle of excitement sparked in his chest as Obi-wan moaned into his mouth, thrusting inside of him.
What was it that roared in his chest? An unknown hunger that devoured every moment of pleasure and pain, a need that had gone long without being sated. A desire to feel, to touch, to want and be wanted. To have and be had. A confusion that undermined it all, a doubt, a fear. A sense of losing control, of excitement, of curiosity.
All of it danced in his chest as his Master moved on top of him, inside of him, moaning and trembling as they both neared orgasm. Greedily, Anakin wrapped his legs around his Master's waist to meet him with thrusts of his own.
And then Obi-wan reached down to wrap his hand around Anakin's cock, stroking him firmly yet gently as he fucked him. Anakin couldn't help but let out a startled cry of pleasure at the contact. It was perfect, the way his Master's hand wrapped around him, how he throbbed inside of him.
Then Obi-wan's face began to twist with pleasure as he became firmer, his eyes flitting as he thrust inside Anakin just a little bit harder, though not painfully. Anakin's stomach tightened with anxiousness at the feeling of his Master approaching climax. Obi-wan was about to cum inside of him, was using him for pleasure. Obi-wan wanted him like this, Anakin could hear it in his desperate bated moans, could feel it in his trembling core. Obi-wan wanted him, needed him.
And Anakin felt wanted, maybe for the first time ever. He was wanted, and he was pleasing his Master. But Anakin wanted him, too. Just like this. It felt confusing and wonderful with a tinge of guilt and shame to match. It was everything he had ever felt, combined into one raging storm of passion and chaos, pleasure and pain.
And then orgasm hit both of them in a wave, crashing through their senses and over their bodies. Anakin could feel his Master's hand on his cock, finishing him as they both came. The hot slick feel of Obi-wan's cum inside of him made him sensitive in a wonderful way as he tightened his legs around his Master further as their orgasm waned, leaving echos of pleasure pulsing through their bodies.
"Anakin," Obi-wan moaned as he gently thrust his softening cock inside him.
Anakin looked up at his Master with a measure of satisfaction and wonder before Obi-wan withdrew from him. Anakin could feel Obi-wan's seed drip down his thigh. It stirred the confusion to the top of his mixed emotions as his Master settled down in their sleeping bag at his side, pulling Anakin into his arms.
Obi-wan closed his eyes, promptly falling back asleep without a word. As if nothing had happened at all.
….
It was the same vision, again. Obi-wan's skin crawled with aversion as he witnessed the same assault from before where he was forced to hurt Anakin. His arms moved and his hands gripped him violently while he desperately wished it all to stop.
It's just a vision, it's not real, Obi-wan told himself as shameful pleasure welled between his thighs.
It's just a vision, why does it have to be so vivid?
But it felt real. He could feel Anakin's body writhe as he tried to escape. But he couldn't escape. Obi-wan trapped him in as he pressed inside of him. He could feel Anakin fighting it, could hear him cry out in pain.
Obi-wan wanted it all to go away. He cursed the delicious sensation that he felt as he violated his Padawan, he shouldn't be able to enjoy it at all. He hated himself for acknowledging how tight the young man was, for how good it felt to be inside of him. As he began to fall into a rhythm, the orgasmic pleasure became all consuming. The more Anakin fought it, the better it felt.
And he did fight it, the poor boy. Obi-wan's heart ached as his Padawan's frame shook with sobs. It made him even sicker to hear the brutish grunts and moans from his own lips.
It was terrible. His heart wrenched as his pleasure grew greater, filling his chest with tumultuous guilt.
"Master, you're hurting me," Anakin cried out and writhed against him.
Obi-wan's heart shattered over and over. He couldn't stand the thought of hurting Anakin. He wanted to wake up from this nightmare, from the conflicting sensations and emotions that tormented his soul.
Though with the surge of emotion, Obi-wan regained control over his body. He still felt dreamlike, but he could control his limbs, now.
He could stop now.
But it was just a vision.
Obi-wan released his hold on Anakin's hips and traveled over his delicate porcelain flesh. His skin felt silky and warm. The feeling of touching someone so intimately sent a throng of excitement through him. But it was wrong, he shouldn't be giving in to such base desires.
But now that he had regained control over himself, the desperate helplessness he felt while being forced to witness Anakin be hurt, ceased. The pleasure that had taken ahold of his senses was still there, perhaps even more powerful now that he was no longer fighting the force that had taken him over, that made him do terrible things.
Obi-wan thrust gently inside him, overwhelmed by the sensation. He should have stopped, part of himself wanted to. But another part of himself wanted more, needed more. So he pushed the damning thoughts out of the scope of his awareness as he began to take a slow pace. It didn't take long to find Anakin's prostate. Once he did he made sure to pay it special attention. In response, he could feel Anakin relax and shudder, allowing him to enter more easily.
Obi-wan felt horrified with himself, but he had already been so aroused. It was just a vision, he wasn't really doing this to his Padawan. He would never. It wasn't real.
So he could do whatever he wanted.
And it was easy to give in, more easy than he wanted to admit. He couldn't deny how beautiful he was, how tight and delicious he was to fuck. But it shouldn't have been just about that. Perhaps it wasn't.
"Master," Anakin moaned as he began to spear himself on his cock. Obi-wan gasped at the unexpected participation. Pleased by his reaction, he focused on Anakin's sensitive spot with even more as he pressed gently inside. Anakin even began to let out small whimpers of pleasure.
Obi-wan's heart pounded in his chest as felt a heinous thrill jolt through him. It was wrong. But it wasn't real. Besides, Anakin wasn't being hurt anymore, he was actively participating. What harm was there in enjoying it?
Anakin's soft sounds of pleasure filled Obi-wan's chest with a gratifying sense of power. He wanted to make Anakin feel every bit of pleasure that pulsed between his thighs. He wanted to see him in the desperate throes of passion, to feel him contract and pulse around him. It wasn't just about the pleasure Anakin could make him feel, but about how he could be made to feel those same ways.
Gently, Obi-wan pulled out of Anakin and shifted him to lie on his back. Obi-wan sat between his legs, looking down at him. He could see the dried tears on his face along with the beautiful vulnerability that sparkled in his eyes. His body was perfect, every bit of him was absolutely beautiful. Anakin waited there submissively for his Master enter him again.
Obi-wan could see the desire in Anakin's eyes as he pressed inside of him. He didn't even try to stifle the wanton gasp as he did. Anakin was perfect. But then his eyes began to gloss over again. Not with fear or pain, but with something else. It only added to how beautiful he was to him.
Obi-wan leaned down and gently pressed his lips against Anakins, who hungirly reciprocated. He searched out his Master's mouth desperately, locking his legs around Obi-wan's hips as he did.
Obi-wan pulled back again and looked down at Anakin's cock with longing. He couldn't help but feel mortified at his reaction, but he quickly brushed the inhibition aside. Obi-wan reached down to stroke Anakin, both shocked and impressed by the size of his girth. His Padawan let out a startled moan of approval as he began to stroke him.
Anakin looked so beautiful in the low light as they both neared orgasm. Obi-wan began to thrust inside him harder, relieved when Anakin showed no signs of pain or discomfort, but rather quite the opposite. He moaned and thrust his hips up to meet Obi-wan more aggressively, panting as a sheen of sweat began to glisten on both of their bodies.
So Obi-wan let himself chase orgasm as he fucked his Padawan desperately, stroking Anakin generously as he did. Both of them let out unrestrained moans and cries as they came closer to climax. For the moment, Obi-wan didn't care how wrong it was. Anakin was delicious, so tight, firm and perfect. The look on his face as his body trembled and quaked with the all consuming pleasure was beautifully erotic in ways he would never forget.
Then he could feel it, the height of pleasure as orgasm racked both their bodies. Anakin clamped down powerfully on his Master's girth as he came, milking Obi-wan for every last drop of seed that he could spill. Obi-wan felt the hot slick of Anakin's cum on his hand as his cock pulsed in his grip.
"Anakin," Obi-wan moaned as his erection began to soften. He thrust inside of him slowly a few more times, wanting the moment to last as long as possible. He looked down at his Padawan, seeing a sparkle of wonder and satisfaction in his eyes.
Fully sated, Obi-wan pulled out of him and settled down by his side, wrapping his arms around his Padawan
It was just a vision. Obi-wan thought as he drifted back into unconsciousness, a vague sense of shame and guilt biting at his heart. It wasn't real.