Chapter 3
Two days later…
Obi-Wan sat up quickly in his seat in the front of the ship. He had been dreaming of Anakin again. Only this time it was worse. Dooku not only cut off part of Anakin's arm, but also both of his legs before Obi-Wan could get to him. Again, Anakin confessed that he loved him and they kissed, more deeply this time. And again, Anakin died while in Obi-Wan's arms.
"What is wrong Obi-Wan? You sat up pretty quickly there," the pilot said.
Obi-Wan's heart began to beat a little faster. "Oh, it was nothing, just had a bad dream."
"I thought that Jedi could block out 'bad dreams'," the pilot pressed a few buttons.
"Um..yeah..I just didn't bother with it," Obi-Wan said rather quickly.
"You sure?"
"Yeah I'm sure. I'm going to go below deck and see if our cargo has held together alright."
"Whatever, be careful, we'll be coming out of hyperspace soon."
Obi-Wan got out of his seat and went to the back of the ship, but didn't not go down and check on the cargo like he said he was going to. Instead he picked up his com and tried to reach Anakin. The com let out nothing but static. Frustrated, Obi-Wan threw the com to the floor and slumped on his bed. When I need to talk to him, I can't reach him. Obi-Wan leaned back until he was lying on his back on the bed and began to think of all that had happened. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
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Anakin felt as though he had battled a hundred super battle droids. Joey had put him through so many trials in the past two days. His arms and legs ached as he slumped into his room. His muscles were stretched beyond the breaking point. He had just flopped onto the bed when someone knocked on his door. Anakin immediately became angry. He had a hunch that it was Joey coming to tell him he had to do something else.
"Go away Master," Anakin yelled so that whoever was outside could hear him.
"Ani, it's me."
Padme's voice floated into the room. Anakin jumped up and rushed to the door and opened it. Padme stood there in a raggedy looking outfit. Her shirt was frayed at the sleeves and her long pants were ripped in certain areas. Anakin apparently had noticed.
"Padme, what happened to you, you look horrible?" Anakin asked with a lot of concern in his voice.
"Oh it's nothing Ani," she said as she walked into the room and sat down.
"Actually Padme, it is. I mean, look at you, your shirt is frayed and your pants are ripped. Did someone do this to you?"
Padme hid her fright. "No one did this Ani. I just ran into some unwelcome company and I fell. If you need me, I'll be in the bathroom." And she walked off towards the bathroom.
Anakin stared as she shut the door, looking back and winking. He didn't know what to do. Ever since they had married he had been contemplating on why. At the time he knew that he loved her, but now, that felt as though everything had changed. He no longer had barely any feelings for her. It was as if those last 10 years had never happened and it was just a "friendly" relationship. He just didn't want to tell her; it would break her heart in two.
It was nearly a half hour, before Anakin realized that Padme had not come out of the bathroom. He walked up to the door slowly, just in case she came out. When he got to the door, he asked, "Padme, are you alright?"
There was no answer from within.
Anakin called again.
Still there was no answer.
Anakin tried to open the door and amazingly found that it was unlocked. When he opened the door, a most horrible scene met his eyes.
The bathroom walls were blackened and the shower was torn from the wall, the spicket spouting water all over the place. The most horrible part of it was, Padme was lying motionless against the wall underneath the only window with blood seeping slowly out of the gash across her throat.
Anakin stared for a few moments before everything sank in. He had to get someone quickly. He ran from the room and to his Master's room. Anakin immediately began to pound on the door. There was no sound from the room. Anakin pounded harder on the door this time yelling, "Master open up!" Still nothing. Anakin wondered what was taking his Master so long. "MASTER!" Anakin yelled a final time. At this shout, the door opened with such force it bounced off of the inside. Standing in the doorway was his Master, hair messy, in nothing but his pants, chest heaving up and down.
"What is it Anakin?" Joey panted.
"It's Padme, she's.." He choked on his words. "dead."
Joey just stood there.
"Well hello," yelled Anakin. "PADME IS DEAD!"
"I know Anakin, I was alerting Master Yoda and the council, they will investigate immediately. You need to rest, especially after discovering her body. Come rest, we'll handle this."
Anakin looked at his Master for a moment, but then walked into his Master's room and slumped down on the bed and cried. Eventually he cried himself to sleep and didn't hear his Master come back into the room and get into the bed.
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The next day…
Obi-Wan woke up and walked back up to the cockpit, where the pilot was answering a message. He turned to Obi-Wan when he re-entered.
"There is a message for you Kenobi."
"Alright," Obi-Wan took the com from the pilot. "Thanks."
He turned the com on and Mace Windu's voice came through.
"Master Obi-Wan, we have gotten word that a tragedy has happened in the Palace on Coruscant. Senator Amidala has been brutally murdered and was found dead in Anakin's bathroom. Is there anyway you can explain this?"
"In Anakin's bathroom?" Obi-Wan said astonished. "I don't know anything about it Master Windu."
"The funeral is being held in three days time and Anakin demanded that you be pulled back to Coruscant so that you can be with him during his painful time."
Obi-Wan's heart leapt to his throat constricting his airways for a moment.
"Tell Anakin that I will be there when the ship docks," he stammered.
"I will," Mace said as the com turned off.
Obi-Wan was going back to see Anakin again. He began to think of what to say. Padme dead in his bathroom? What the deal with that? Anakin couldn't have done that. They loved each other.
Obi-Wan returned the com to the pilot who had already put the coordinates in for the return trip to Coruscant and they were on their way.
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It was the next day when Anakin awoke. He was lying on his back, looking up at the grey ceiling. It took him a few seconds to realize that he couldn't move. His hands and feet were strapped to the bed so tightly that if he moved, the material would cut into his skin. He dared not move. He would rather not have any more scars on his body.
Joey walked into the room five minutes later with nothing but his pants on, like the night before. He looked down at Anakin, a certain lust in his eyes.
"Master, what the hell do you think you are doing, tying me up like this?" Anakin stammered, his heart pounding in his chest.
"This is for your own good. I'm glad to see that you've forgotten about Padme," Joey said as he moved closer to the bed. "Oh and don't think about using the Force to get yourself out of your predicament. Those bindings are Force-proof. Now, I believe it is time you learned a little lesson about love."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Anakin said.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Joey said as he climbed onto the bed straddling Anakin's waist. "You are going to get exactly what you deserve."
He reached down and began to unbutton Anakin's sleeping top, revealing his muscular chest and well-formed abs. Joey then began to rip the sleeves so that he could take the shirt off completely.
Anakin stared in disbelief. His new Master was taking off his clothes, while straddling his waist. Anakin began to grow erect as he felt his Master put more of his weight on Anakin's waist. No, he thought to himself. This is so wrong. Anakin's mind was racing. But it felt so good.
"You like this?" Joey said after successfully removing Anakin's shirt. He could feel the hardness between two layers of fabric. This arousal made his own cock ache.
Now both Joey and Anakin were down to nothing but their sleeping pants and both had a large bulge clearly visible in the growing sunlight. Anakin shut his eyes in horror. Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? Joey began to run his hands across Anakin's chest and arms. He caressed each upper arm and then moved down to Anakin's chest and stomach. At this point, Anakin knew where they would end up.
He let out a small yelp as both of Joey's hands began to rub his throbbing cock head through the fabric. This made Anakin even harder, even though he believed he could not get any harder. Joey's hands moved up and down all over Anakin.
Before he could stop himself, Anakin let out a loud moan of pleasure. "Ah, so you are enjoying this," Joey said, sounding seductive and somewhat happy at the same time. He began to undo the strings that held Anakin's pants up.
A thousand things flooded Anakin's mind as he felt his pants being pulled from his body. Oh my God, he's going to have sex with me while I'm helpless. Anakin was now lying completed naked on the bed, his arms and legs still tied.
Joey stopped his hand caressing and lifted his body off of Anakin. He actually got off of the bed completely. He went around to the foot of the bed and stared at the beautiful figure that lay before him. His eyes traveled from Anakin's hands and down each arm to where a small tuft of hair was nestled under each arm. His eyes then went to Anakin's luscious lips, and then down to his well defined features. He had the look of a God.
Anakin was mortified as he watched Joey's eyes search him, slowly penetrating each and ever inch of his body.
Joey shut his eyes and moaned. When he opened them again, he continued his trek down Anakin's body. His upper body shimmered in the sunlight as beads of sweat formed on his chest and stomach. Joey slowly let his eyes wander over Anakin's face before darting down to his throbbing and erect cock. Already it was dripping sticky cum all over his lower abs. Joey followed the hard shaft down to the large amount of light brown hair surrounding his lovely member.
Anakin began to sweat more profusely as Joey's eyes came to rest on his cock. Anakin began to mumble. This mumbling apparently snapped Joey out of his stupor because he turned his eye's back to Anakin's and said, "What was that you nasty piece of filth?"
Anakin was taken back by this harsh round of words but he figured there was no keeping anything from Joey. "Just get this over with."
At this comment, Joey undid and took off his sleeping pants. Now both of the men were naked. Joey walked over to the side of the bed and unstrapped Anakin's hands. "Any resistance and your beloved Obi-Wan will never see you again," Joey said.
"Yes Master," Anakin shut his eyes and mentally prepared himself for the following events that he knew were going to take place.
Joey got up on the bed and sat himself down in between Anakin's outstretched legs. "Do you want me to unstrap your legs?"
"Yes Master, please Master." Anakin said, knowing it was the only way he could maybe escape.
Joey amazingly reached behind him and took the straps off of Anakin's legs. Anakin was now completely free to move, but he just lay there motionless.
"Now listen to me Anakin. I'm betting that you have a pretty good inkling to what I'm going to do with you. Just so you know, any attempt to escape and I will kill you on the spot."
"Yes Master," Anakin sighed.
Joey repositioned himself so that he could easily grasp Anakin's and his own cock in the same hand. He began stroking them up and down, sending Anakin into a state of ecstasy.
Anakin could not help himself. He let out a long moan. Holy cow, that feels so good. Padme never did anything like this. Wait, what am I thinking? This is my Master. But he is the one who started it. Anakin pushed his hips up and down with the motion of Joey's hand.
As soon as it started, Joey stopped his stroking of both dripping cocks. He moved himself away just far enough so that his face was above Anakin's glistening member. Anakin braced himself by grabbing the sheets with both hands, which was very difficult to do due to the strain that Joey had put him through the day before. His muscles were still aching from the training. Anakin guessed that all of that training was so that Joey could take advantage of him and do this. Joey lowered his head and took Anakin's entire cock in his mouth in one attempt and began to bob up and down, his lips forming an air-tight seal around Anakin's thick cock.
Anakin's hands were now becoming so sore from grasping the sheets. When he felt Joey's warm mouth surround his cock, Anakin burst with excitement. Oh that feels so good. I could get used to this. What am I saying? Is this really what I want to do? Do I really feel this way to people of the same gender? Anakin thought of only one person: Obi-Wan.
Joey continued his bobbing until Anakin began to shudder. Not wanting Anakin to release his treasure, Joey immediately stopped. "Now Anakin, it is your turn." Joey stated as he lay back. "Come here and tend to my needy meat." Anakin flipped himself around so that he was lying on his stomach. When he looked up he was facing Joey's crotch, which smell of a raunchy odor from the perspiration. "Now Anakin." Anakin moved closer and as he did so, the smell became more seducing. Maybe he wanted to do this?
Anakin opened his mouth and grabbed Joey's dripping cock with his hand. Remembering what Joey had done earlier, Anakin stroked with his hand, causing Joey to flip his head back and let out a loud yell. After a few moments of this Anakin lowered his head so that the head was up against his lips; he stuck out his tongue and licked off some of the cum that was already flowing steadily. It had a certain salty tang to it.
Not wanting to drag this on forever, Anakin took Joey cock in his mouth starting with the head and slowly sliding his lips down the full length of the shaft.
"Now move your head up and down until I tell you to stop." Joey said as he placed a hand in Anakin's hair and pushed him farther down until his nose was deep in the forest of hair surrounding his cock.
Anakin sucked and sucked. He let Joey do most of the work, by pushing down on his head. Anakin felt the cock begin to tremble as Joey neared his climax. He wanted to both stop and continue. He wanted to stop due to the smell that was over powering him, yet he wanted to taste the sweet and salty taste of his Master's seed.
Joey began to moan louder as the pressure in his lower stomach became increasingly more painful. If he didn't let lose now he was going to go crazy. Anakin began to suck quicker, wanting to taste it more and more. Joey's whole body trembled and shook as he released his thick and steamy seed into Anakin's hot mouth. Anakin pulled his mouth back to the head so he could swallow the cum that was pouring from the hardened cock. Anakin couldn't take it. His cock erupted in a volcanic explosion that sprayed his cum all over the bed.
When Anakin pulled his head off of Joey's cock, he panted, out of breath. A large amount of cum had leaked out of Anakin's mouth and was now dripping down his chin. He looked up at Joey who smiled widely. "Very good Anakin; now go take a shower while I clean up the mess you made all over my sheets. Remember, not a word to anyone, you understand. Especially not to Obi-Wan when he arrives."
Anakin got off of the bed and walked to the shower. He felt rather strange after that whole ordeal. I just had sex with another male. What the hell? Anakin turned on the shower and washed himself off. He felt dirty, contaminated even, but he had enjoyed it. He even loved it.
Anakin knew that Obi-Wan had feelings for him, but they had never discussed it. Anakin started to believe that maybe he, had feelings for Obi-Wan. Well, they would have time to discuss it when he arrived. What mattered most now, was that they had time.
