A Master's Control:

Meanwhile, on Coruscant:

Obi-Wan clamped down on his shields so that the entire Temple and maybe even Anakin (all the way on Mandalore) didn't feel what he currently was and muffled his moans of elicit pleasure by throwing his arm over his face and basically clenched his teeth down on the muscle of his forearm.

The pain was echoed much more sweetly elsewhere as Shaak used her much sharper teeth to mark his blood-flushed skin ever so delicately across his pectorals and down his abs. The deep, claiming bite mark in his neck was throbbing even more insistently and was still sending shocks of electricity straight to his enthusiastic manhood.

Obi-Wan had had his share of relationships over the years, starting when he was only fourteen when he fell for a girl called Cerasi on the war-torn planet of Melida/Daan (the first of way too many people he'd loved who'd died in his arms), but not even Satine Kryze, the feisty Mandalorian Duchess - whom he'd adored beyond bearing - had wrecked him like Shaak was doing.

He could feel her eyes on him as she paused to lick at his belly button, only a centimetre or so from the tip of his straining, leaking cock, driving him even further into insanity on purpose, he was one-hundred percent sure. The purred giggle confirmed it before she said huskily, "Shall I continue?"

Obi-Wan groaned and flung his arm to the side so he could look down at her. The sight of her beautiful eyes within the dominant white markings, the proximity of her face to where he wanted her most, and the way her long, striped lek looked curled around his leg nearly made him come then and there (there was a reason he hadn't been watching her work him over). By some miracle, he maintained a fragment of control over his body and summoned a confident smile that he doubted fooled her for a moment. (Those teeth in proximity to his cock were both incredibly arousing and somewhat frightening at the same time.) "Only if you want to, my darling."

Her naturally silver-toned lips curved up in the sexiest smile he'd ever seen as her stunning dark grey and violet eyes twinkled at him. "Oh, I want. I like seeing you writhing and squirming and under my control."

He gulped. And his cock leaked a little more pre-cum as it valiantly tried to impersonate beskar steel.

Obi-Wan had always liked his woman to be confident in what they wanted and perhaps a little more dominant than himself in bed, but this was a whole other level. He never would have guessed that the serene Master Ti was hiding such a firecracker personality. Or maybe it was just because he'd triggered her mating instinct for the first time in forty-something years and she was making up for lost time.

Whatever it was, Obi-Wan was already desperately in love with her after giving into their sudden and mutual attraction that had made itself known only yesterday even though they'd been friends for decades. And she knew it and was currently encouraging it as she caressed his mind with her own feelings through their new Force bond. He licked his suddenly dry lips, heart beating rapidly in his chest, as her eyes tracked the movement while she waited patiently for him to respond to her arousing statement. The words, when he managed to force them through his constricted throat, came out a little hoarser than he would like. "Then please continue. I'm already twitching in anticipation."

She smirked, her gaze flicking towards the not unsubstantial appendage that was currently demonstrating his words. "Yes, I see that." She glanced up at him again from the corner of her eyes as she was turning her head towards her destination. "Do try to hold still, though, dear Obi, I wouldn't want to do any damage."

"I shall endeavour to do my best," he gasped as her lek tightened around his leg and her hand rose to grasp his base.

"Good," she murmured with her shining, plump lips already whispering against his sensitive head before she moved to trail those lips downwards.

Obi-Wan groaned, grasped the bedding in clenched fists, and closed his eyes once more because the sight of her worshipping his cock was going to kill him, no question. The sensations were bad enough. (Well, good, actually. Way too good. But... yeah, he was going to expire from pleasure.)

But first he would murder whoever was currently making his commlink chime insistently from where it sat on his bedside table. It was 8:30 in the kriffing evening; didn't they know he was officially off duty for the day?

Obi-Wan groaned and studiously ignored the noise, shuddering instead as the hint of a sharp fang brushed against a sensitive vein in his cock.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" Shaak asked via their bond with open lips still pressed to his length and her clever and oh-so-talented tongue working its way back up as she licked him like candy.

"Not a chance in any hells," he answered back. "Whoever it is can go frag themselves."

She laughed against his overheated skin, fangs brushing his length again. "What if it's Mace?"

"Don't care. He could use the stress relief."

Shaak snorted. Loudly. Producing some very interesting sensations against his cock. "Master Yoda?"

"He can wait. He's always preaching about patience anyway."

She laughed again and continued licking his cock up the underside on her tortuous journey back towards the head. " True. The Chancellor?"

"He can jump out an airlock and save me the trouble of murdering him."

This elicited a fake gasp and a tightening of her fingers around his balls that had his eyes rolling upwards. Followed immediately by her mouth surrounding his cock-head and the first half-dozen or so centimetres of his shaft with shocking heat, moisture, and more than a hint of dangerous teeth. "Such treasonous thoughts, Obi! Though... I approve. I seriously dislike the slimy bastard too."

"Glad to hear it," his poor, overtaxed, bloodless brain managed to reply.

"Hmmmmmm," she hummed both mentally and physically, sending more electric pleasure through his body while the comm continued to chime insistently away. "What if it's Commander Cody?"

This gave him a moment's pause, because he knew for a fact that Cody knew he was off-duty right now and indulging in some actual skin contact with another being, much to his best friend's everlasting approval and relief. (Apparently Obi-Wan worked himself too hard and his very touchy-feely men who frequently indulged in comforting sleep piles worried about him a lot.) Cody would not contact him unless it was a real, ship-burning-to-the-ground type of emergency. But... he felt nothing in the Force to support that possibility. Cody's distinctive presence was still in the nearby barracks and he felt amused if slightly pissed off. (His usual state of being when he was trying to corral his unruly younger brothers into behaving when they had down-time.) "Not Cody."

"Hmmmmmm," she hummed again, having sensed how much he liked it the last time she'd done it. "What about your two Padawans?" (Shaak, like the rest of the Council, would forever call Anakin his Padawan, former or not, and Ahsoka had been sort of his as well before she left the Order, since he'd shared her training with Anakin more often than not, which the Council had also firmly supported.)

Now this was a possibility that might actually inspire him to answer the comm. He wasn't sure on the exact timing, but Anakin should be either just about to Mandalore or already there right around now. If Anakin had managed to crash his ship again or run into problems with Maul right off the get-go... Well, then, that would be pretty much SOP for his reckless little brother, wouldn't it. It didn't help that he couldn't actually sense anything from Anakin other than that he was alive and not in extreme danger or pain, not when they were this far apart. "Osik," he swore, borrowing a much-heard Mando'a curse word that even Satine had indulged in more than once, before reaching out and summoning the still chiming (believe it or not. Someone really wanted to talk him) commlink to his hand.

Shaak popped her mouth off his cock with an obscene sound that made him glance down at her with a heated look that she returned with interest. Her hand stayed on his balls and her other trailed up to settle on his chest to trace around one of his nipples. Force, she's so sexy.

Obi-Wan forgot what he was supposed to be doing.

She smiled after he'd stopped breathing for untold seconds. "Aren't you going to answer that?"

Startled, he looked at the disk-like device in his hand. It was still chiming. "Right."

Obi-Wan wisely answered it with sound only, much the way Anakin had responded to his comm this morning. (For reasons Obi-Wan preferred not to think about.) He had to clear his throat before he could manage a respectable sounding, "Hello?"

Shaak smirked at him as her mouth descended on his cock again, swallowing nearly all of his length at the same moment that Mace's annoyed voice responded with, "Obi-Wan. Kriffing hell, it took you long enough."

Obi-Wan nearly choked to death on his tongue as he all but swallowed it in surprise and appreciation at the woman's unknown skill. It took another few moments of embarrassing coughing before he could answer the Master of the Order with an epic lie that he refused to feel no more than marginally ashamed about. "My apologies, Mace. You called just as I swallowed my dinner the wrong way and have spent the last few minutes coughing uncontrollably."

Shaak looked up at him with mirth shining in her dark eyes as she endeavoured to suck the remaining few centimetres of his cock into her throat as well. Obi-Wan swore to himself then and there that he was going to make her come at least five times in a row to show his appreciation.

"Ah. My condolences," Mace said, sounding somewhat less put-out. But only somewhat. His next words explained why. "But I just spent the last half-hour getting reamed out by the Supreme Chancellor about my lack of control over my knights, specifically one Anakin Skywalker, followed by him demanding that I do something about it and get him back immediately. And since I have a feeling that you didn't exactly try to stop your wayward apprentice from hotfooting it off to Mandalore without asking permission first, I'm taking my displeasure out on you."

"Ah, I see," Obi-Wan said, very intelligently he was proud to say, considering he'd only just barely not lost it down the hottest, tightest throat he'd ever felt with the mind-boggling ability to purr as she swallowed him. (Which she demonstrated with all enthusiasm. Frag!) Shaak, thankfully, resumed teasing his cock with her tongue and teeth. (This was only somewhat less stimulating, but better for his blood-starved brain cells and fragile control.) He threw in a few pathetic coughs just to help along his cover story before saying, "Apologies again. I didn't see any harm in it. And I didn't believe that Ahsoka should be left alone to deal with Maul anyway, not after what I heard about her first encounter with him."

"Not that I don't exactly disagree with you, Obi-Wan, but the Chancellor all but owns us now that he's been granted so much power, and he wants Anakin back for reasons he refused to elaborate on. Which means that you better get your lucky shebs on a ship in the next fifteen minutes and go get him because we both know he won't come back for just a comm call."

Obi-Wan grimaced because Mace was right. Anakin was notorious for dropping calls he didn't want to hear. "Yes, Master. I'll leave shortly."

"Good. See that you do. And... If you happen to come across Maul and take care of him in the process, well... that would be fortunate, wouldn't it?"

Obi-Wan almost grinned at the not-so-subtle granting of illicit permission for him to take his time and deal with the Mandalore situation while he was at it. "Yes, it would be. Thank you, Mace. I'll do my best to complete my missions with all expediency."

Obi-Wan could practically feel the eye-roll from the elder Jedi Master. "Just get going, Obi-Wan, and stop frolicking in bed with Shaak." And that was all that was said before the call disconnected.

Obi-Wan nearly had a real coughing fit in surprise that Mace knew about them.

But then again, Mace knew about everything that went on in his Temple. It was, and always had been, incredibly disconcerting.

"That was interesting." With the reminder of her existence via her blatantly amused mental voice (not that he needed it), he looked down at Shaak and lost his ability to think once again.

She had her mouth open wide and poised around the wide head of his cock, all four sharp fangs almost touching his skin, and her tongue was licking the sensitive, leaking slit. She glanced up to make sure he was watching, eyes meeting his briefly with a spark of mischief, and then she was closing her teeth and fangs around him, putting just enough pressure on the fragile skin to create marks but not break it.

Obi-Wan's battle with his control shattered.

"Fragging hells!" he all but roared as he reached forward and grabbed her long, pointed montrals. "Suck me down again! Please!"

"Of course, my sweet mate." She smiled at him as she scraped her teeth over his head again just before she swallowed him whole. "Come for me, Obi. Give me everything."

And oh, by all the gods and the Force and the stars, he did.

By the time he stopped coming straight down her throat something like a minute or an eternity later, it felt like he'd been drained from the soul outwards.

Shaak finally pulled her head back only to lick his cock of any traces of his seed like she'd never tasted anything better. He just about died again at the image and the satisfaction she was radiating down their bond. He wanted to frag her into the bed for a week straight. "Force, Shaak," he eventually gasped out, squiggling backwards and away a little before she got him hard and aching all over again. "I wish I could reciprocate, but I have to go."

The Togrutan woman who'd decided that he was hers only smiled as serenely as ever as she moved up his body to press a soft kiss to his lips and lay her lithe and curvy form along his. "That's okay, Obi-Wan. You've already given me such pleasure, and I know once you return, you'll give me even more. I can wait."

He didn't want her to have to. Not at all.

Obi-Wan wrapped one arm around her and ran a caressing hand down her long back lek (the least sensitive of the three headtails). "Why don't you come with me? You're expected to go back to Kamino in another three days. I might miss you if you don't."

She shook her head slowly, letting him feel her regret. "I wish I could, but I have a follow-up appointment in the healing halls tomorrow morning. Master Che will make my life very miserable if I don't show up."

Obi-Wan winced in sympathy, having experienced more than his share of scoldings over the years from the blue Twi'lek healer. "True."

She whispered a kiss along the line of his jaw, tickling his beard. "Also, Yoda and Mace want to meet with me tomorrow afternoon about the Clones. The Grand Master said something about a bad feeling, but left, muttering to himself, before I could ask him to explain further."

This inspired a frown from Obi-Wan as he hugged his mate tighter in apology before reluctantly letting her go and all but rolling his still thrumming and somewhat boneless body off the bed to start getting dressed. "That doesn't sound good."

"No, it doesn't." Shaak rolled over onto her back and stretched all of her limbs (grey and white striped lekku included) sensuously, looking like a vibrant tooka with her bright red skin and symmetrical white markings scattered over her body. He paused to enjoy the show, heated memories of the time he'd already spent exploring every single one of those markings and chevron stripes making him feel quite proud and maybe a fraction less guilty about leaving.

Obi-Wan grunted softly as he forced his gaze back to his various articles of clothing so that he put them on in the correct order. "Very well. I suppose we'll just have to deal with being separated more often than not." He was already well versed in the drama and stress of it all, having already endured (is that even the right word for something he'd happily do again?) a very long distance relationship with Satine for more years than he cared to think about.

Shaak rolled back onto her side, head propped on her hand and lekku winding sensuously over her body in absent self-caresses. She slid her sultry gaze over him appreciatively as he dressed, making that purring sound of approval he adored so much. (Has he mentioned yet that she was officially the hottest thing in the galaxy and was incredibly talented at making his brain melt?) "Hopefully not for too much longer, though. I feel as though this war is finally coming to a close, what with Dooku dead and Grievous on the run."

"Agreed," Obi-Wan mumbled though his second layer of tunics as he slid it over his head. "The Force definitely feels like its holding its breath in the final act of a play."

Shaak hummed, smiling at him as he emerged from his clothing trap to look at her. "Excellent description. That's exactly what it feels like. I think that's something else that the Masters want to talk about regarding the Clones."

"What's that?"

"If the war ends, what are we going to do about them? There's still thousands of infants, toddlers, and young cadets on Kamino, along with the million or so remaining fully grown soldiers fighting for us. We can't just abandon them to the Republic Senate's not-so-tender mercies when the war ends. The clones have given the Jedi their fierce and unwavering loyalty all this time, it's only right that we do the same for them in return."

Obi-Wan's chest filled with more emotions than he could name. The fact that Shaak and possibly Yoda and Mace felt the same way he did about the beloved and deserving clones made more than a spark of hope ignite within him that the Order wasn't quite as lost as he'd been starting to believe it was. He knew Anakin and Ahsoka would go to the ends of the galaxy to protect their men as well if given even a modicum of opportunity. Along with a few others such as Aayla, Plo, and Kit. "I completely agree," he said as he wrapped his utility belt around his waist then sat down on the edge of the bed to put on his socks and boots. He felt Shaak rise to her knees and wrap her arms around his waist as she tucked her chin onto his shoulder, making him feel even warmer with love and affection. He raised one of her hands for a brief kiss before letting go and pulling a sock to his hand from the other side of the room. (He had no idea how it had ended up over there.) "The clones, Cody especially, are some of the best friends I've ever had. There's no way I'm letting them get sent back to Kamino after all of this to be decommissioned, or sold again for who knows what purpose. I'll steal the poor, overworked Guard and the entire GAR and hide them away if I have to."

Shaak laughed softly, arms hugging him tighter and thus squishing her breasts against his back. (A very nice feeling indeed.) "Hopefully it doesn't come to that, but if it does, I know you'll have plenty of help. I can think of at least a few dozen Jedi who are either in love with a clone or have one as their best friend. And as for the clones, I know for a fact that the vast majority of them love their Jedi with all their hearts and would do anything for them. They won't be thrown away like used up droids, I guarantee it, even if the clones have to take matters into their own hands."

Somehow, Obi-Wan wasn't surprised about the number of Jedi who loved clones; the soldiers (ARC's and Commanders especially) were so incredibly intense and dedicated and strong, it was easy to see. And if anyone knew for sure, it would be Shaak, who heard all the gossip as it travelled through Kamino, probably when the clones forgot that she had much better hearing than they did. Nor was he surprised that there were already rumours of a clone uprising making the way through the ranks. And he didn't blame the men one iota for it; it's not like the Senate or even the general populace of most worlds had been very welcoming to them. He sighed after he finished putting on his last boot, then wrapped his arms over Shaak's. "The clones are ours and we are theirs and that's all there is to it. Now the Order just has to come up with a way for that to become legal and binding in such a way that gives the clones all the rights and choices they should have had from the start along with stopping the criminally awful accelerated aging."

Shaak kissed his cheek. "Worry not, my caring mate, I have some ideas about all that."

Obi-Wan shivered at the way her words played over his skin with soft lips and warm breath. "I had a feeling you would." He smiled at her rather like a Padawan with his first crush, cheeks flushed and hot. "I knew there was no way you could live with so many younglings for so long and not try and adopt every single one of them."

Shaak laughed again before pressing one last kiss to his cheek and then pushing him off the bed with a gentle shove. "You know me too well, Obi. Now get going before Mace shows up here to demand why you haven't left yet."

Since that was a very legitimate concern, Obi-Wan made for the door of his bedroom with all haste. He paused in the doorway to look back at the woman who had captured and healed his broken heart, every emotion he had for her plain to see in his blue/grey eyes and through their bond. "I'll miss you while I'm gone, darling."

"As will I, Dear-Wan," Shaak said with a cheeky smile. Obi-Wan blinked at the new nickname and then grinned, showing his approval. "May the Force be with you, love," she continued. "Don't let Maul escape again."

"And you," he replied. "And I have no intentions of doing so," he finished with, determination settling in his very bones as he left with one last telling look at the woman still on his bed. Revenge may not be the Jedi way, but he certainly had a fair number of people who deserved justice done; His Master and his first wife, to name the two most dear to him.