In the wood there is a bird, its song makes you stop and blush.
There is a clock that never strikes.
There is a hole in the ground with a nest of white animals.
There is a cathedral that plunges down and a lake that rises up.
There is a small cart left there in the copse, or which runs down the track with its ribbons flying.
There is a troupe of little actors in costume, glimpsed on the road through the outskirts of the wood.
And then, when you feel hungry and thirsty, there is someone who chases you away.
[Rimbaud: "Childhood - III", from "Illuminations"]
"I think my master is far too overdressed," you murmured, the small furrow appearing once more between your eyebrows as you concentrated on willing the Force to your bidding. I could feel my belt unbuckling itself and sliding from about my waist. My sash was drawn from me by invisible fingers of power, and my gaze remained locked on you.
You were experiencing each movement with me, feeling the heavy material being gently removed, whispering roughly across your bare skin even as it fell to the floor around me. Your lips were parted and your eyelids fluttered as you fought for enough concentration to divest me of my remaining garments until I lay naked on the floor.
"The carpet is rough," you murmured, and indeed, it was; rough on the skin of my back.
You looked down at me, then, and I saw myself through your eyes, with all your attendant emotions. I am not a vain man, but the vision I saw and the love and desire that coloured it made me shiver.
Through my own, analytical eyes, I saw a large, dishevilled man with long tousled hair, lying on the floor; a strange, unfathomable expression on his face. But then I saw myself through your eyes...
I was not large, but strong; powerfully-built and yet gentle. I gleaned a sense of the awesome presence of a big catlike creature; great and graceful, yet immeasurably dangerous.
I was not dishevilled, but desirous; undone and needful. Flickers of images teased me: whisper of raw silk, smoothness of warm leather, chatter of cold chain; and I began to crumble.
My hair was not merely tousled, but begged to be touched, to be caressed and stroked. It shone in the low light, framing and caressing my face, speaking in a soft voice of unbridled passion, of myself newly-woken in the morning sunshine.
I trembled as I saw that you did not perceive me simply lying on the floor. I dominated it; my limbs no longer rawboned and angular, but fluid and beautiful in their restrained strength. Easy to tear a body to pieces with those arms; to kick a man senseless with the muscle in those legs... but just as simple to enfold warm, willing flesh with both, cradling my beloved to me with everything that I am.
And the expression in my eyes - unfathomable to me - was a chasm of desire that my Padawan would abandon his world for; to leap, unheeding of danger, into. My eyes would accept him, close around him, drown him...
This, then, was what I saw, and it shook me. For long moments I was unable to move, to breathe, simply gazing at you until a slow, delicate flush edged your cheekbones.
You were doing as I had: seeing yourself through my eyes. I caught your own thoughts of yourself: short; inelegant; ugly hair that you resented the cut of... Nose too large; strange eyes and... oh yes - I smiled - a silly rat tail of hair dangling from behind your ear.
No, love. No rat tail, but a sign of what we are to each other. A sign of my love and care for you and a sign of your devotion to me... and of your bondage to me
I gave you that word deliberately, noting the way your colour rose still further. After all, had we not just bonded in that brief, intense interlude of blinding light and emotion?
Not short, beloved, but slender and taut as a drawn bow. Soft skin hiding such steel, such danger. Inelegant? Blessed boy; you hold grace and sleekness beyond measure! Adept at concealing both, you cannot keep your true nature from your Master. I have watched the way you move for years and none is so like the Force in human form as yourself
You parted your lips, forming a protest that died as I sent a powerful image of you locked in my embrace; hard up against a wall, crushed beneath me, crying out for me. Your eyes widened; your protest lost in the half-strangled sob of desire that left you.
Your strange eyes, delightful one... oh yes, they are strange. Changeable as the skies: warm as woodsmoke and clear as water; one minute ocean, the next deep blue ice. Sometimes I could swear I see clouds drifting across your eyes, beloved...
You licked your lips, then; soft, pink tongue slicking over dry, trembling fullness. With a gentle touch of the Force I untucked the towel that cradled your slender hips and it slid to the floor to pool like soft snow at your feet. I groaned softly, opening my arms to you.
Sweet, beautiful boy... come to me...
The touch of two skins felt through two sets of nerves almost undid me. I drew on everything that I had within me to cope with the sensations that blasted me as you settled into my arms. A low moan left your lips as you arched instinctively into me and I almost sobbed as your pleasure knifed through my mind.
The sensations were too much. I tried to detach myself from them, but found that they had wound themselves around me as tightly as a strangling vine. I could no more break free than I could resist the tremble of your lower lip. I kissed you, and it nearly killed me.
"Gods, Obi..." I groaned, tasting your mouth. "You are so sweet..."
My tongue dipped deeper, and an echoing caress from you made me pull your body hard down onto mine. Hearing your plaintive whine, I loosened my grip; realising that you, too, were experiencing this incredible awareness that was close to breaking my mind.
Breaking our minds... Obi, that's what it is doing... breaking open our minds until nothing is left but our emotions
All coherence had flown from the consciousness that had merged with mine. I followed your thoughts and found only two words; blended into one song:
fuckmefuckmefuckme
"Obi-Wan!" I cried aloud; my voice desperate, my hands now feverishly pushing you away from me, wrestling you to the floor. Holding you down... stroking a teasing hand inside your thigh and feeling the caress returned through the bond... my mouth on your skin, revelling in the heat and salt beneath my tongue and knowing your ghost-tongue on my own flesh... watching you lick your lips as you tasted me, even though your mouth was unclaimed, untouched at that moment...
I touched two fingers to those lips, almost screaming as my own lips bore the unbearable tickling sensation. You allowed those fingers into your mouth, curling your tongue around them, taking them sensually; doing to them what I would have you do to... no... I didn't think I could bear that much pleasure... not yet...
Withdrawing my fingers, I reached down. The softest of touches and your body opened to me like a flower to the suns. As I pressed my fingers forward I resisted the natural urge to turn to see who was doing this very same thing that I did to you, to me. If I was like this using only my fingers, how in all the Sith hells would it feel when I...?
fuckmefuckmefuckme
"Obi, don't!" I groaned, unable to bear the screaming need that exuded from you and filled my senses. This mantra was all you had now; the very core of your being exposed. The bond had broken you down to pure emotion, pure need; and I was rapidly following. Soon, very soon, I would no longer be capable of lucidity.
A brief, crazy thought filled my head; almost the last sane one I experienced for a while.
I hope my shields hold out, or else half the damned galaxy will be fucking you, Obi-wan...
I withdrew my fingers, earning from your lips a sound that sent flames along my spine; a deep groan of longing that caught hold of me, shook me, turned me upside down and slapped the last remaining sense out of me.
I was lost. Lost in you.
Heat...
Soft... slick... heat...
More...
Limbs... fluid... embrace...
Yes...
Deeper... there...
Mine...
Harder... oh... yes...
Always...
Yes... always...
Beautiful...
More... want... more...
Mine...
Yes... Master... yes...
Feel...
Yessssss...
Obi-Wan?
Warmth nuzzled against me, duality dulled for a moment.
Obi-wan?
Master
Mind-voice like a sinful angel.
Master, I'm...
Yes? You're what?
Yours, Master. Always yours
Holding tightly, never letting go.
Yes... mine...