Happy November everyone!

Have some porn, of the pure PWP variety. NC-17, don't like, please skip to the next chapter. Er. When it's uploaded, that is. (grins) But I know that you all are all about the slash. hahahaha.

Chapter 6

Obi-Wan sprawled awkwardly in the seat of his star fighter where Anakin had unceremoniously dumped him. The younger Jedi Knight was half leaning into the cockpit of the Delta-6, one hand braced on the seat behind Obi-Wan's head. Struggling to regain his dignity, Obi-Wan tried to push himself into a proper sitting position, bracing one hand against Anakin's shoulder.

He couldn't keep traitorous fingers from curling slightly in the soft locks at the nape of his former Padawan's neck, a subtle enough caress that he could deny it outright if the need ever arose. But when Anakin's other hand clamped onto his wrist, and those clear blue eyes bored into him, Obi-Wan knew that the younger man was not fooled.

Slowly, deliberately, Anakin leaned over him. Obi-Wan felt his heartbeat pick up speed, his eyes focused on the sensuously pouty lips of the Knight.

"Ana –" he started to whisper.

Then Anakin's mouth was pressed firmly against his own, rough and demanding, pressing Obi-Wan back against the seat of his fighter. His hands clenched helplessly in Anakin's tunics, his body responding automatically as his mind protested. When Obi-Wan tried to pull away, tried to say something to snap them both back into reality, Anakin pressed his advantage.

Their teeth clicked together painfully as the young Knight sat on the edge of the cockpit and swung his legs over the side slowly, gracefully. Anakin braced his hands on either side of Obi-Wan's head to balance himself, without once breaking the kiss.

The space was cramped, pressing them both more tightly together. Anakin half-knelt on the seat, his thigh pressed between Obi-Wan's legs. The Jedi Master gasped at the friction, allowing Anakin to explore Obi-Wan's mouth, caressing Obi-Wan's tongue with his own in sensuous strokes.

Obi-Wan moaned: a humming vibration that reverberated between their conjoined mouths. His back arched as Anakin's hands slipped into his tunics, pushing the coarse-spun fabric aside to press against heated flesh. He gripped the edges of his starfighter tightly, knuckles white as he held on for dear life. He was being swept away by his younger partner, and even though his rational mind knew that it was wrong, he couldn't bring himself to protest. Obi-Wan could only whimper incoherently as Anakin's tongue swirled indolently around one nipple, sucking lightly on the darkened skin as it hardened against his lips.

The whimper turned into a startled yelp as Anakin bit down lightly on the sensitive flesh, making Obi-Wan's hips buck up against Anakin's body. The younger Knight grinned, a lazy smirk that made all sorts of wicked fantasies race through Obi-Wan's mind. All of them requiring Anakin to be wearing a lot less clothing.

Obi-Wan's hands quickly fumbled with the layers of the young Knight's tunics, shoving aside the rough black cloth in desperation to be able to touch Anakin. His former apprentice seemed to be doing his best to distract the Jedi Master by nibbling his way up the column of Obi-Wan's throat.

Pressing his face against the crook of Anakin's neck, breathing in the younger man's scent, Obi-Wan licked and sucked the tender skin, leaving a love-bite; sharp red against Anakin's bronzed colouring.

Anakin shifted suddenly, surprising Obi-Wan as he hooked his hands under the Jedi Master's hips. He pulled upwards slightly so that Obi-Wan's ass was pressed against his lap, his legs wrapped around Anakin's waist. The motion caused Obi-Wan to slide down in the seat abruptly. Startled, the Jedi Master sprawled back against the fabric, head falling back loosely.

"I-I think that this Delta-6 is… is only designed for one passenger…." Obi-Wan gasped out, trailing off into a whimper as Anakin slowly rubbed his hard cock against his ass.

"Mmmm… do you want me to get out?"

Obi-Wan groaned at the unfamiliar timbre of his former Padawan's voice. He had never heard Anakin purr like that, a rumbling growl of lust. He tried to push himself back up, but the synthleather of the seats gave him no purchase, no way to regain control of the situation. He was completely vulnerable in this position, back curved awkwardly against the seat as he met Anakin's searing gaze.

The young Knight's eyes were darkened with lust, that almost feral smile curving those perfect lips. Obi-Wan had to close his eyes to block out the seductive image. Just the idea of surrendering himself utterly to Anakin was almost enough to make him come.

Then Anakin's calloused fingers brushed against his hard cock, straining at the front of his trousers, and Obi-Wan had to bite his lip hard enough to taste blood to keep from doing so.

"Master…?" Anakin's fingers toyed with the waist line of Obi-Wan's pants, teasing him.

"Yes. Oh Force yes, Anakin…." Obi-Wan flung out his hands, bracing them against the inside of the cockpit as Anakin pulled away the constraining fabric with excruciating slowness.

Oh Anakin, oh fuck, yes…yes….

The first drop of ice-cold rain fell on Obi-Wan's overheated skin, making him squawk in undignified surprise. He shivered as the freezing drop trailed down his chest, feeling goosebumps rise all over his body at the sudden shock.

Anakin grinned, catching the raindrop with his tongue and following its trail over Obi-Wan's skin with his mouth. Obi-Wan managed to muster a faint scowl, an ineffectual glare that his former Padawan answered with a soothing kiss. A kiss that turned into a muffled curse as the next drop hit Anakin's bare spine.

Obi-Wan resisted the urge to gloat, opting instead to manipulate the Force to raise the canopy. It sheltered the two of them inside the Delta-6's cockpit just as the storm broke around them.

Obi-Wan was aware only of the pounding of his own heart, racing as furiously as the thundering rain on the thin transparisteel above them as Anakin's hand stroked his cock firmly. He gasped in startled pain against Anakin's lips as durasteel fingers, cold as the icy weather, breached his entrance and pushed deep into his body. He writhed against Anakin's hands, jaw clenched tightly as he pushed his hips back against the roboclaw instinctively, panting for more, always more.

But Anakin kissed him chastely; slowing his pace to the point of agony until Obi-Wan was completely incoherent with need. His senses were overloaded with the taste of Anakin's lips; the fogged transparisteel canopy streaked with raindrops before his half-closed eyes; the rhythm of the rain echoing in his ears. He was lost to the feel of skin sliding against skin, of being stretched and filled until tears rose in his eyes as he arched into Anakin's controlled thrusts.

His scream of Anakin's name as he came hard was lost in the roar of the rainstorm outside.