Title: Attachment

Author: PinChajta

Rating: R (Mature Audiences Only)

Summary: Anakin is lost and Obi-Wan is only one man…oh how the wars tear them apart.

Disclaimer: I don't own them

Sacred series: Within these words they speak of kings and gods. Glory could never be known greater by these characters if they were to be Steinbeck, Shakespeare, or Proust himself. The scarceness of virtues is not to be overlooked by any which one and is so lost on a path of vindication so forth until the blessing of love is set in stone between these souls. Bonds of destiny allow us to collide into a beautiful swirl of fiction and our interpretation of what could have been. This focus could have never been more sacred than our right to breathe or press our lips to the one we worship.

This world would have frightened, even terrified any normal man; but the man that stood high up on a shield-barrier balcony looking over fiery plumes, rampant rivers of lava, and smoky stacks of molten ash was far from normal. Once thinking himself honorable and noble being a part of a Code and Order he had put on a vast pedestal as a child, Anakin now knew differently. There was still good in him but the young man of war had gone too far down a path of destroying everything he thought he believed in and following his newfound conviction of saving the ones he loved.

At this point, Padme was not yet a lost cause. Watching yet another volcano erupt, Anakin thought of how she really was poised in his life. It was enticing as a man of only nineteen to seek something as forbidden as a relationship between a Senator and Jedi Padawan. As Anakin had come to realize though, she was merely a replacement for someone his dreams were telling him that he was losing. He needed a woman in his life, especially one as strong-willed and impressively-minded as Padme—he gave her credit undoubtedly for her work in the Senate and ability of keeping secrets from him about the 2000 Senator's signatures on pulling Palpatine from office. Clever little woman. Yet, in this time of war, she was his answer to his emptiness, he knew, when he would return to Coruscant and the strict laws of the Temple. She was always something to look forward to; something to come home to. And he would never deny it—he thought she was the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes upon, reminiscent to an angel, but she was only to fill his bed when he was cold and birth his child when he knew their bloodline would be the strongest in the universe. With her, their child would be cunning, wise in wars, and skilled beyond belief—she was going to teach the child while he trained him.

Anakin had always hoped for a boy—but the stars didn't seem to be in his favor as his thoughts roved over what had happened earlier that day…

His premonitions had changed when Obi-Wan left for Utapau. Before they were only on Padme suffering through childbirth—something that was supposed to be dramatic and painful. The dreams never really showed him that she was to die during or close after the birth but something in him told him she wasn't going to hold on. The next was the morning Obi-Wan departed and Anakin was furious to find that his former master slipped into his premonitions, helping Padme through the birthing. Where was he? Anakin was not even in his own premonition! He had lost himself even in his own thoughts—he was not part of his wife's future and Anakin thought desolately to himself, neither in Obi-Wan's.

But after, back in Padme's suite, she seemed so calm even with her husband claiming he was lost and wanting more…

"Obi-Wan's been here, hasn't he?" Once he accused Padme of seeing Obi-Wan he found that the Jedi Master had stopped by even before he launched away from Coruscant and away from Anakin. What if Anakin hadn't been there to see him off that one last time? That morning Anakin ran to the Outland Docks and misplaced a few steps, actually knocking over two clone soldiers before he caught up with Obi-Wan—calming his breathing and senses quickly.

"He came by this morning," she was so composed even with his tone of voice.

"What did he want?" There was no way that he was going to admit that that was jealousy in his voice.

"He's worried about you," they both entered the room where they had conceived a child as she placed down a robe on the bedding, "He says you've been under a lot of stress."

Anakin let out a sigh and stared at the floor, "I feel lost."

"Lost? What do you mean?" Lost as in how a warrior would go into a battle yet everything good and every sense in his body told him to turn around and go some place safe. Lost as in how the people he trusted the majority of his life didn't trust him, how his choices to keep the ones he loved alive meant doing something ignoble to the Code and shameful to the Order, how he needed his Master's love and trust more than Padme's.

"Obi-Wan and the Council don't trust me," he walked towards the windows that Obi-Wan had jumped through three long years ago.

"They trust you with their lives," Padme spoke to her husband's back as he looked out to the busy Coruscant skies. She still didn't understand—it wasn't like saving them from blasters and droids; it was like the Council talking behind his back about plots to dethrone Palpatine and Obi-Wan no longer believing in Anakin's faith.

"Something's happening. I'm not the Jedi I should be—I want more! And I know I shouldn't." Somewhere deep down in himself, Anakin knew listening to Palpatine's words at the opera were far from intriguing—they were captivating his very soul for what it could be destined to become. The Chancellor's words held the meaning of betrayal of the Code, Anakin knew, but he had already splintered off so far from the path of Jedi Enlightenment that it didn't seem like that much of a sacrifice. If only to save Padme, Anakin was willing to put all his teachings aside.

"You expect too much of yourself." Padme came over to him by the window and stroked his arm to settle his bothered tone down.

"I found a way to save you."

"Save me?"

"From my nightmares." On Naboo he had claimed that Jedi don't have nightmares.

"Is that what's bothering you?"

"I won't lose you Padme." Because you hold the only good thing in my future in your womb, he was tempted to add.

"I'm not going to die in childbirth, Annie, I promise you…"

"No, I promise you!" He held her head tightly on one side like he had Obi-Wan's when their lips first made contact. And that was his declaration—from this point forth he was going to find a way to learn the dark ways of the Force if only to save her and the baby. It was his arrogance that was blinding him from the beginning to not realize that after he crossed over, the Light would never return.

As he left her apartment, Anakin winced in pain while flying his speeder—another vision was upon him! He clutched at his head while trying to keep his vehicle from hitting any others with his free hand.

A swirl of grays and blacks. Obi-Wan hid under a weathered hood and fought for his life against a hidden black-clad warrior. There were no features to that warrior—only a deep feeling of loneliness as he kept striking at Obi-Wan with such ferocity. Finally, Obi-Wan perished under the warrior's blade and slipped into a nothingness. A scream was emitted as Anakin clutched at reality…

Anakin broke free of it with a gasp and kept the speeder in motion towards the Temple where he was supposed to meet with Master Windu. The premonitions had never hurt before and now Anakin had finalized his truth: to keep the ones he loved alive, he would have to turn his back on the Light.

Once finding that Obi-Wan had encountered General Grievous, Anakin was to report said information to the Supreme Chancellor and test his reaction.

There was no suspicious reaction though—so Anakin brought his affair of trust with the Jedi to light. Palpatine, the secretly sinister and devious director that he is, used this conflict within Anakin to his own benefit. Finally bringing to the fore that he was the Dark Lord that the Jedi had been searching out for thirteen years, Palpatine offered his knowledge of the dark side for Anakin's troubles.

At first, back in the Council Chambers, Anakin felt completely ashamed believing that this man who took him under his clandestinely dark wing was traitorous but an overwhelming sense of fear and protectiveness came over him as he realized what Mace, Kit Fisto, and the others were about to do as he sent them off to arrest Palpatine. Maybe the man was right—the Jedi were plotting to take over! Palpatine had been a father to him ever since he arrived to Coruscant and now wanted nothing more than to help him. It would be too simple for the Masters to just arrest the Chancellor—he controlled the Senate and the Courts—and he would find any possible way out of it. Palpatine was one stubborn politician. For the Jedi to actually reclaim control of the Senate they would have to remove Palpatine and prison bars were not going to stop him—only the thrumming blade of a Jedi's saber.

After contemplating what would happen with the elimination of Palpatine—the uncontrolled death of both Padme and Obi-Wan—Anakin raced across the city in his speeder to stop Master Windu. The execution was in process as he came through the doors! With Mace's final declaration to destroy the Sith, Anakin began the demise of the darker-skinned Master by protecting the one man he believed he could call father.

"What have I done?" Anakin bit out as he had recognized what Obi-Wan's departure and seeming fate had done to him—he found the Dark Lord of the Sith, helped in the murder of a Jedi Master, quickly lost faith in the Order, then bowed before Sidious and became Darth Vader, slaughtered younglings as they fought for something as ancient and twisted as the Code, and finally went to Mustafar under Sidious' command to wipe out the leaders of the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

All in one day he became something his meditations always told him but never thought possible—all because of Obi-Wan. Anakin stood, wrapped tightly by his own death-dealing arms behind the quiet hum of an energy shield protecting him and the mineral factory of Mustafar from heaves of lava.

Everything he suppressed as a Jedi for thirteen years was unleashed on this fateful day and Anakin was finally overwhelmed by it. If I do not live a good man, my new powers will at least protect my child and Obi-Wan. He was taken aback by his own thoughts—did Padme matter no more to him? The mother of his child was possibly expendable—just like the clones during the war.

Padme arrived soon after Anakin contacted Sidious on the status of the leaders of the Separatists early the next morning. Anakin had not slept that evening. He rushed to her, relieved she was still safe—but he could not handle anymore talk of Obi-Wan because he knew the man loved the Code more than he loved his former apprentice. Obi-Wan would undoubtedly do what was right…

And there he stood all loyal and constant. Obi-Wan was the one constant thing in Anakin's life—he could depend on him like nothing else—and not even his wife could claim the same. But orders were orders and Vader was to wipe out every Jedi—he would not fail! Especially against a man that would not return the love that he was hiding deep within himself. That was what made Anakin more furious beyond anything—Obi-Wan would never admit a secret as charged and forbidden as love for his Padawan. Even if he didn't see that the Order had crumbled and the Code would be lost to the stellar winds, Anakin would defend himself against a man who stood…constant with a dying breed.

"If you are not with me, then you are against me," those were the last words he said before contemplating the fact that there had to be no Code—it could only be him and Obi-Wan—a fair-trade for the future his dreams contained. The Jedi were gone and to Anakin's knowledge, all that stood of the religion were the two that stood on the landing platform of a blistering and pulsating planet. And to think it was only two evenings ago that Anakin claimed his Master's lips…

As soon as Anakin's tongue swept across from corner to corner of Obi-Wan's upper lip, the shivering Master sighed and kissed back oh so unhurriedly. Both of Anakin's hands went to his former Master's hips and their bodies came together in a gasp—neither of them knew who had actually gasped. Obi-Wan brought his hands up to clutch at Anakin's outer shoulders more and more fiercely as the younger man guided him back against the wall by the door.

As Anakin pressed his whole weight intermittently between all the right places at all the right times, Obi-Wan quickly became a whimpering fool that loved every inch of his Padawan—lips, tongue, chest, arms, neck, stomach, groin…and now a warm hand that found its way under his tunic. Principle drove Obi-Wan's clenched fists at that moment to bring Anakin's chest to his in a severe move of rebellion. Obi-Wan hissed quickly as he forced the youthful man to look him in the eyes, "Do not make me," he gave Anakin a jerk of his upper body, "do something against my beliefs."

Heat of hatred passed for a nanosecond through Anakin's deep blue eyes; a moment later he searched Obi-Wan's green ones for any glimmer of hope, "Obi-Wan, imagine a world with no bounds and restrictions on love," Obi-Wan's grip seemed to soften but did not leave Anakin's shoulders, "No limitations on who to love and how to love." The green eyes darkened and choked back a sob of secrecy, lips twitching in sadness and hope never understood.

"What you speak of is forbidden," Obi-Wan's voice so quiet and heartrending, "A Jedi is to never love…"

Anakin pressed closer if it was even possible, "Strip your pride of the Jedi ways if only for a moment," his true hand coming up to cup Obi-Wan's cheek. He gave the stricken man a minute to collect himself, "I know you love me as much as you did Qui-Gon Jinn. I know that…"

Obi-Wan's hands came up to grasp Anakin's face, "Do not speak of him as though you knew him. You knew him for but a moment and I knew him for a lifetime—I loved him for a lifetime. He was daring and passionate but would never, NEVER forbid the Code in that manner," he glanced quickly between their hard and quivering bodies, "In this manner."

"Obi-Wan, allow yourself what you have always wanted—what you've always needed," but he couldn't read the green eyes anymore for they had shut tightly after glistening slightly from his talk about Qui-Gon. "Imagine yourself a moment as just a man…"

"Anakin!" His eyes were open again and wild, shaking the head that he held tightly, "What do…"

But Anakin bit off his sentenced with clenched white teeth, "Imagine," he gripped Obi-Wan's waist painfully with his artificial arm but it softened quickly, along with his speech, "imagine a world where everything you've ever needed was in your arms and waiting. Imagine a moment that could release you from the fears of the future and guilt of the past. Just imagine from one blasted moment, Obi-Wan, that I am yours and you," he breathed suddenly across his Master's cheek—who flinched from any forthcoming onslaught but was surprised when Anakin went to the curvature of his heated neck instead, "you are mine."

"Oh gods," was all that Obi-Wan could fathom to utter as Anakin breathed softly on his neck. The smell of him alone was intoxicating and was making the dignified Master's blood pump just a little bit faster and skin to heat just a little bit uncomfortably but oh so resplendently. He wasn't used to this sensation—it was overwhelming! With a sigh, Anakin came back to look his Master once more in the eyes and without any permission he claimed the inexperienced lips once more. This time, Obi-Wan reciprocated with a passion Anakin could have only hoped for but never expected.

The heat that had collected irresistibly in Obi-Wan's trousers seemed to devastate his senses as Anakin's hands fixated on the rigid stomach and jutting hipbones he found under a course tunic. Obi-Wan's hand were uncontrolled as they explored the tense expanse of Anakin's golden chest—he loved the way the muscles moved as Anakin brought his hands to the band in his trousers; so compelling.

Anakin tugged at the strings on the pants and all Obi-Wan could do was groan at the sensation of the fabric falling across himself and down to the floor in one fail swoop. The darker Jedi pulled away from yearning lips and breathed heavily as he lifted the tunic of the other man up and over strong, submitting, and lenient arms. He couldn't help but admire and touch and explore.

Dropping to his knees, Anakin followed long ridges of abdominal muscle with his tongue, felt for ticklish spots along Obi-Wan's sides, and smiled into his hip bone and Obi-Wan bit off a gasp when Anakin had found an awfully sensitive spot underneath his right pectoral. Anakin nuzzled into the crook between Obi-Wan's leg and lower stomach and couldn't help but feel all-powerful as Obi-Wan writhed and groaned so genuinely.

Finally, Anakin's warm and strong and real hand came to take hold of Obi-Wan's profound erection. He wanted nothing more than to please the man above him, who was now watching with feral eyes and ajar mouth—panting and gasping and moaning like a lost virgin. He held the shaft expertly and stroked just the base as his lips spread the drop of pre-cum across the head.

Licking his lips one last time, Anakin took Obi-Wan in his burning mouth and engulfed him as much as he could. Obi-Wan's trembling hands found their way to Anakin's dark blonde, unruly hair and tugged slightly—unknowingly directing a passion closer and closer to release. He could no longer watch as Anakin shut his eyes and designed all his attention and patterns and rhythms across his manhood with his soft tongue; Obi-Wan shut his eyes tightly and threw his head back as jolts of pleasure slowly rocked him faster and faster.

Not a moment too soon or a second too late, Anakin was ravenously sucking down all that Obi-Wan expelled into his mouth. The Master shook without understanding and shuddered as he dropped down to the floor, quickly being tugged into Anakin's strong arms. Somewhere within himself, Obi-Wan was accepting the panting his body demanded and the soothing stroking of Anakin's hands on his back; the feather-light kisses of Anakin's lips on his forehead and eyes.

Once his breathing returned to normal and his body grew fatigued, Anakin pulled him up after standing and lay behind him on his small cot, wrapping a strapping arm across his chest and a blanket across their half-naked bodies. Anakin whispered into Obi-Wan's ear, "Do not worry Master. I may lose everything that I ever love, but I stay strong—as will our love. It will expand and travel and keep us warm at night. It will survive wars and jealousy and loneliness—if only you allow yourself to. Allow yourself to love me even across the stars?"

But Obi-Wan was already fast asleep, too terrified of what tomorrow would bring and that Anakin's warmth would be gone by the morning.