Disclaimer: Star Wars and all associated characters, plotlines, and worlds (good and bad) are property and copyright © of George Lucas (aka The Richest Man in Hollywood). This is purely for fan entertainment only.

This one, like all the others, is rated MA.

A/N: I'm going to go ahead and warn readers ahead of time: do not read this chapter if you do not appreciate or like slash- in this case, the pairing between two men. The following chapters to come will also have the chapters with Obi-Wan, Padmé, and Anakin, so be advised appropriately.

Chapter 6

For one of the first times since he was a Padawan, Obi-Wan found his palms sweating. Anakin, of course, found an imperious smirk, remarking to him, "Master, you're sweating." He crowed in the fact that it was nearly a direct opposite of a conversation they had had so many years ago, upon seeing Padmé again for the first time in years.

Obi-Wan glared at him, resting his sweaty palms on his tunic, hoping to dry them faster. "I'm not exactly used to this sort of situation, Anakin." His eyes trained on the moving elevator monitor, indicating which floor they were on. They were speeding up towards Padmé's senatorial apartments faster than he was prepared for.

Anakin chuckled, leaning against the wall of the elevator, apparently at ease. "It's alright, it's just… how did you phrase it to me when trying to justify Sabé? A bit of fun?" his eyes lit up as he continued, "I won't tell you what sort of fun one is capable of having in this very elevator."

Obi-Wan's laugh rang out, he visibly lightened up, calming down, "You're joking?"

The younger Jedi shook his head, the look in his eyes playful, "About one minute of pure bliss… for her." he shot Obi-Wan a look, sending him a quick image of Padmé pressed against the elevator wall, her cheeks flushed, mouth open, skirts dancing around her belly instead of her knees.

Obi-Wan gasped, not yet used to the intimate details being pressed to him so freely. "Is there anything you two don't do?"

Anakin's smirk disappeared, he looked around, playing the innocent, "Why whatever do you mean?" it reappeared as quickly as it had disappeared, "I bet you she's not wearing any undergarments, tonight, either."

Obi-Wan cocked an eyebrow, "And how are we supposed to determine that?"

"She'll let us know. Trust me… and if I'm right, you have to touch her, find out." He went further into his scheming. "It'll unravel her, throw her off balance. And we'll have the upper hand."

Obi-Wan gawked, not sure which threw him off more. "You want me to… touch her? And is this just a big power game with you?"

Anakin shook his head, he laughed. "Yes, I want you to touch her. You'll be doing much more than that, eventually. Tonight is for you to be comfortable with her, and she with you. And no, it's not all a big power game, just tonight." He winked, "As I am probably going to have to go home with a headache from frustration."

They were interrupted by the elevator arriving, and made their way towards Padmé's apartment. She greeted them at the door, alone. And as suspected, she had worn an outfit entirely for leading them both to wonder what lie in the shadows, what curves underneath looked like revealed. The white gown danced above her knees, white stockings hiding long legs. Her upper torso was encased in a corset, pushing the curves of her breast upward, taunting. "See?" Anakin murmured to Obi-Wan as they went inside, joining her in the seating area.

She bent over them, ensuring that they both had an adequate view of the enhanced cleavage. "Is there something I can do for either of you, something I can get you?" her back was to the spread of finger foods she had assembled, supposedly for their dinner.

Anakin shined his characteristic smirk and he tugged her hand, pulling her down beside him, straight into Obi-Wan's lap. "We already have what we want." He practically growled.

Obi-Wan did his best to keep from squirming, staring down into Padmé's face just inches from his own. He followed the curve of her lips, her secretive smile.

Anakin leaned in, giving his wife a reassuring kiss then drawing back, settling into a chair across from them. "Enjoy this, Padmé… this evening is for relaxation, getting used to one another." He trailed his fingers across her thigh, noticing with delight that the garter straps holding her stockings up were revealed. He replaced his hand with Obi-Wan's, silently giving him clearance.

Padmé found herself gazing into Obi-Wan's eyes, something she hadn't allowed herself to do in many years, since before she had met Anakin again. His hand on her thigh emboldened her and she took the first step, drawing him in for a kiss. It was gentle at first, the touch gentle, tentative.

Her lips against his own had his hand move on impulse, grazing up her leg, enjoying the silkiness of the garters. He wondered at the skin underneath, his mind entertained the possibilities at drawing them off of her. Her kiss intensified and his brain thought of the final solution: he would have to do it with his teeth, let his lips drag down the skin of her leg as he revealed them.

Obi-Wan let his fingers follow the ribbons of the garters, his breath hitching as he explored her inner thighs, following skin he never would have dreamed in his wildest dreams that he would be touching. Her mouth grew more insistent the closer he got to the apex of her thighs. She broke off the kiss reluctantly, turning to Anakin, noting his approval. His own eyes were starting to fog with passion as he watched, turning jealousy off long enough to see his wife in his Master's lap, the two people he loved most.

Padmé returned her lips back to Obi-Wan's, letting her tongue mingle with his own, caressing much the way his fingers were beginning to. He continued upward, his fingertips brushing against the delicate hairs between her thighs. Anakin, I don't know whether to thank you or kill you for this feeling… she shifted in his lap, her bottom rubbing against his groin, which was rapidly growing in size.

He traced the line of her hair upwards, verifying the non-existence of any undergarments, and following up to the curve of her hips. She moaned into his mouth, her hands moving up to his hair, dragging through the waves. His tongue mated with hers as he followed the same path down, finding the neatly trimmed hair once more. More comfortable indeed… He couldn't tell if he was doing it because of the delicious weight of her in his lap or because of the passion he could feel radiating through Anakin and Padmé, just from being there. Either way, he didn't care. He found the edge of her warm folds, the skin already starting to moisten in anticipation.

Again she tilted her head back, her hands still wound through his hair. She had not even noticed that her legs had involuntarily spread open, allowing him better access, and Anakin a better view. She met his gaze and whispered to him, "Join us."

Anakin knelt in front of her, still watching her eyes. "Only for a while… I want to watch you." He moved his fingers beside Obi-Wan's, plunging two fingers deep inside, curling intimately. She arched her back, her clit making contact with Obi-Wan's fingers.

Obi-Wan brought his other hand to her hips, tracing around her hip bones. Her hips rose and fell in his lap in an ancient rhythm, falling into bliss at the two men's hands. He faintly wondered how it could have escalated to this so quickly, but the thoughts were overthrown by the waves of ecstasy rolling over him through Padmé from Anakin, and he quickly understood, even envied what they had.

They continued until she cried out in her orgasm, Anakin's fingers withdrawing from her. He returned to his chair, watching a sated Padmé lean against Obi-Wan's chest, her head on his shoulder. Obi-Wan let his hands wander up her sides, to the top of the corset. His fingers curled around her breasts, hearing her gasp once more.

She turned around, settling her knees beside him, straddling him. He groaned softly as the wet warmth of her settled down on his erection, only his thin leggings separating contact with her. If she decides that this is enough for tonight, I don't know what I'll do. Her fingers lingered over his knuckles and she moved his fingers to the laces of the corset on her back. He followed her instructions, fingers shaking as he undid knots. The harder material of the corset fell away from her supple breasts, revealing them to him.

He teased a finger over one of her nipples, enjoying the taut peak. He rolled his fingers around them, watching her squirm beneath his touch, feeling her rub on his straining cock. He panted, his mouth dropping to replace his fingers. But she stopped him, placing a finger across his lips. "This isn't fair for you." Her voice was practically a whisper, sultry and low.

She stood, wiggling a bit, letting the corset and the rest of the gown fall to the floor, leaving her with naught but the heeled sandals she was wearing and the stockings and garter. Both men struggled to keep from their jaws dropping. She knelt, her small hands moving along the hem of his leggings, tugging on them. He rose his hips, letting her move his pants away, freeing his hard length.

Her head bent and she first ran her nose down his length, starting at his head, then had her tongue follow the path back up. Obi-Wan put his hands in her hair, clasping for dear life as she continued, her tongue tracing circles about him. Finally, she took him into her mouth, one hand clasping him, stroking him. Her head bobbed as she showed him her appreciation, her mouth hot.

He finally stopped her, feeling he would teeter towards orgasm if she kept at it, not wishing to go quite as far, especially not this soon. "Stop, unless you want a surprise." He panted out. They both turned to Anakin, who had already come to his own culmination, bringing himself there.

He grinned, not embarrassed at all, "What, she's so fucking hot!"

Padmé shook her head and laughed, going to Anakin for a quick kiss. "You're something else."

Anakin swatted her backside playfully, and pointed to Obi-Wan. "Go enjoy yourself. I'll have fun with you both, later."

Obi-Wan drew her back down to him, settling her back in his lap, enjoying the sight of her straddling him. He seized her mouth, his hands going to her waist, resting at the small of her back. She sunk down on him, taking him inside.

He gasped suddenly at the feeling of her all around him, struggled to gain some semblance of control. She shook her head, and, using her knees as leverage, rose and fell on him. Over and over again. She went at her own pace, fueling her own orgasms.
Obi-Wan, however, had different plans. Later, he wondered whether it was an idea Anakin planted in his mind, or if it was the passion of the whole situation. He gently lifted her up, rising with her, cupping her bottom as he moved her over him. It did not last long as this was not his ultimate goal. He had her stand, and withdrew from her.

She felt suddenly empty, and cried out. Obi-Wan sent a dizzying trail of kisses down her torso, around her breasts, down her sides. He lit a fire across her hips, trailing down to the apex of her thighs. He buried his tongue deep within her, not stopping curling his tongue about her clit until she moaned, her knees weak from it all.

He finally bent her over, letting her rest her knees on the couch, the maddened pace not stopping as he pounded back into her, watching her hair float about her shoulders, her breasts move to his rhythm. He found release, collapsing over her.

Later that night, he could only chuckle before falling asleep as Anakin muttered to him, something about being the Master of Fuck. He liked the sound of that…

Don't dare review and tell me to get rid of Obi-Wan… LOL…

How was that for the prequel to the trio fun? ;)