A/N: Here's the chapter that most readers have probably been waiting for. But as I mentioned to Pronker, you can't have sweet wine with these two without the sour grapes first. After all, they enjoy their foreplay as much as anyone does. ;)

Chapter 9

"Well, doesn't that sound familiar," Obi-Wan sneered. "And just why do you think you deserve me after what you did? After how you made me feel?"

Anakin was surprised at the venom in Obi-Wan's voice-not because he didn't think he deserved it-because it was so unlike his former Master.

Obi-Wan didn't let him respond. He stood up from the table and threw his napkin on the floor. "You've been gone for three days with no word but a recorded message. Then one meal. One little speech. And all is forgiven?" He pointed a finger accusingly at the younger man. "That might have worked for you to apologize for losing your lightsaber again, or for disobeying orders, but these are my emotions you are toying with, Anakin! I would never have dismissed your feelings like you did mine." He crossed his arms and glared at Anakin, daring him to refute the accusation.

Which Anakin did, of course.

He made a sound of utter disbelief before spitting out, "Are you fucking kidding me? You disregarded my feelings for years, Obi-Wan!" His voiced screeched on the word 'years.' "You made me feel inadequate and weak for having them! And now that you've changed your tune, I'm supposed to just forget all that you drilled into me for a decade? Everything I tried to do to please you?" He was seething with remembered slights.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. "I hardly think that my duties as a Master to you qualify as emotional rejection-" he began, but Anakin cut him off.

"Oh, yeah? Tell that to a ten-year old who just left the only person who ever loved him for some stranger who didn't even want him. Tell that to someone who just witnessed the death of his mother. Tell that to me, Obi-Wan! Tell me how you didn't reject me time and again!" Anakin's anger was beginning to shake the room. But Obi-Wan refused to be intimidated even by Anakin's power.

"It was not the same," Obi-Wan ground out.

"No," Anakin agreed. "It was worse."

They stared at each other, the air between them crackling with tension. This wasn't how I thought this evening would go, Anakin thought. Why is he being so stubborn? He began to prowl around Obi-Wan as he turned their argument over in his mind. Obi-Wan was actually drumming a frustrated toe on the carpet.

So Anakin hadn't understood that they were a couple. Or that they were supposed to be. Just because they were spending time together, eating their meals together, living together, playing together. Just because Obi-Wan bought him things and took him out places he wanted to go, touched him lovingly . . . oh, wait.

Anakin realized that the difference was that Obi-Wan had offered his emotions freely to Anakin. And he had thought that Anakin accepted that stewardship. That they were dating.

In all the years that Obi-Wan was Anakin's Master, he had made no such promises to his Padawan. Anakin was old enough to understand the Code when he was taken to the Temple. He knew he shouldn't expect Obi-Wan to be a father to him, or even a friend really. Just a teacher, a mentor. Nothing more was implied or granted.

He suddenly understood the import of his actions. He realized that he had been not only a fool but a cad. He had hurt Obi-Wan deeply because of his thoughtlessness, his infantile selfishness. He was also beginning to think that he willfully ignored the signs. His blissful ignorance was born out of his desire to resist even more unsettling change coming into his life.

He had stopped his prowling, pulling up short with his thoughts. He slumped his shoulders in shame. "I'm an idiot," he pronounced.

"Indeed," was the response, rekindling Anakin's anger a little.

Turning to Obi-Wan, he growled and leaned forward fractionally. His contrite stance was completely forgotten. Obi-Wan dropped his arms from his chest at the unexpected sound, and Anakin caught him in a crushing embrace as he hurtled them both back against the wall.

"Well, then I guess you have your work cut out for you, my teacher," Anakin said darkly as he pinned Obi-Wan with his hips, abdomen, and chest. His posture dared his Master to take what he had wanted for so long.

Now it was Obi-Wan's turn for aggression. "First lesson?" he snarled. "Those who apologize should be supplicants. They should prostrate themselves." Then he placed his hands on Anakin's shoulders and pushed the young man roughly to his knees.

"Now you will pleasure me, until I forgive you," Obi-Wan said, his voice dark and domineering. Anakin's eyes floated up the length of Obi-Wan's body, catching his Master's gaze with defiant blue eyes. There was a twinge of humor at the corners of Obi-Wan's eyes. Anakin realized he was being asked to play along.

Leaning into Obi-Wan's body, he lifted his hands slowly to the waist of the older man's pants. Pausing for effect, he proceeded to rip the material away from the skin his mouth salivated for. The sound of the fabric tearing was loud to his ears, and he smiled slyly. Obi-Wan wouldn't like having his clothing treated with such disrespect, but Anakin had a feeling he could make that up to him too.

His nose dove into Obi-Wan's lower abdomen. His plump lips pulled at the taut skin, his tongue slicking the little hairs, and his teeth nipping his defiance. His hands slid down across Obi-Wan's hips and divested the Jedi of his pants, revealing his arousal at their verbal sparring.

Anakin wasted no time grasping Obi-Wan. The Jedi Master groaned quietly and leaned his head back against the wall. He hadn't had anyone in so long. He felt ready to burst at this simple touch of his sensitive flesh. But then the rough movement of Anakin's calloused hand upped the ante even more.

"Nnnnn-uuuu-nnnn-gggg-hhh," he moaned. His hands lifted to Anakin's curls and gripped them tightly. "More," he commanded with authority, pulling his former apprentice's head toward his groin. Anakin licked his lips in anticipation.

The young man's warm breath on his cock caused a shudder to race up Obi-Wan's spine. Then the heat was everywhere. His own body temperature rose to mirror the inferno of Anakin's mouth on his erection. Consumed by the younger man, Obi-Wan rocked his hips to meet the exacting rhythm Anakin set. His sweat beaded on his upper lip.

Not as inexperienced as he would admit to, Anakin used his tongue to lave the bottom of Obi-Wan's erection as he moved up and down the silky organ. He swallowed around the tip of Obi-Wan with it tucked into his throat. And then he was swallowing repeatedly as Obi-Wan filled him with his release. Semen leaked out the corner of Anakin's mouth, frothed by their frantic motion.

When he began to soften, Anakin released Obi-Wan and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. He remained on his knees until bidden to rise. Obi-Wan reached down to roughly grip Anakin's chin, wiping his mouth with the pad of his thumb. Warmth radiated from his eyes.

But the game continued. "Not bad," he allowed. Anakin's lips pursed. "But now, you will scream for my forgiveness," Obi-Wan said with deliberate accent. "Up. To the bedroom." He flicked his head toward his own room before stepping out of his pants and over Anakin, leaving the young man to gather himself and follow.

Obi-Wan removed his shirt, laid down on the bed, and propped his head up on his hand, facing Anakin who stood uncertainly in the middle of the room. He was unused to Obi-Wan being quite so forceful-even in play. And he wasn't sure the older man was actually going to forgive him. This might be a one-time shot, not the beginning of something.

Obi-Wan appraised his fully-clothed apprentice. "Strip," he said lazily. Anakin lifted his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. Then he grasped the waistband of his pants, pulled the closure open, and dropped them to the floor. Kicking them away, he stood with his hands on his hips, feet planted apart, still clinging to the last vestiges of his anger to keep him from worrying.

But his arousal betrayed him. His half-hard cock grew out of the thatch of coarse blond curls, just above eye level for Obi-Wan. The Master reached out a hand to ghost over the soft skin there. Anakin's eyes closed in pleasure. But the touch stopped as abruptly as it had begun. He opened his eyes to find Obi-Wan standing next to him.

Obi-Wan pointed to the bed. "Lie on your back," he ordered. As Anakin complied, Obi-Wan walked to the bedside table for a bottle of oil. He looked thoughtfully at it before saying, "You know, I bought this for us a few months ago. I wanted to be prepared, to make things comfortable for both of us. But now," he paused, looked at Anakin, and set the bottle back down on the table, "I'm not sure I want to. . . . coddle you, Padawan." His eyes held steel tinged with hurt.

Anakin decided to try begging. "Please, Master, let me do it for you. There's no need for you to work so hard. You could watch me," he suggested hopefully, smiling gently at Obi-Wan. The eyes of the man standing over him flared with heat. He picked the bottle back up and tossed it to Anakin.

"So do it," he said quietly, enjoying Anakin's deference.

Rising to his knees on the bed, Anakin unstoppered the bottle that was the same shade of blue as his eyes. That's what had tempted Obi-Wan the most when he bought it. It reminded him of Anakin so much. Now that man was pouring the viscous liquid onto his thick, though dextrous, fingers. His eyes never left Obi-Wan's. The smile he was rewarded with assured him the game was for mutual pleasure, even if it was unspoken.

Rubbing his hands together, he began with his lower abdomen, making circles with his palms. Unconsciously, he began rolling his hips as well. Obi-Wan watched with his arms crossed, his cock twitching ever so slightly with his heartbeat. Next, Anakin reached down and grasped his own neglected cock.

But he didn't linger there.

His inner thighs were coated before he leaned back onto one elbow, revealing himself to his lover. Obi-Wan's eyebrows shot halfway up his forehead creating an approving look. His eyes followed Anakin's fingers' every move.

Watching Obi-Wan closely, Anakin pressed a forefinger quickly into his anus up to the second knuckle. Obi-Wan swayed just a touch.

"Master, want you inside me," Anakin whispered hoarsely. "Make me scream. Make me understand your desires." The invitation did not fall on deaf ears.

Obi-Wan batted away Anakin's hand from his entrance. He grasped the young man by the shoulders and realigned him up the bed. Then he sat himself on his own knees between the long, lean thighs, resting Anakin's legs on his own. He called the bottle to himself and slicked his length.

Then positioning himself, he sought out Anakin's eyes again, "Now you will know pleasure . . . and pain. But one will last, and one will become a memory. All of our pain will become distant memories." And he thrust himself into Anakin's tight body in one strong, insistent stroke.

Anakin called out for both reasons. He felt fuller than he ever had, tighter than he had a right to be. He took a deep breath and let it out. There, his muscles relaxed a little. Obi-Wan was watching his reaction. He steeled his face and said, "Fuck me, Obi-Wan." It was not a plea. It was not a request. It was a command, one General to another.

Obi-Wan began pounding into the firm globes of Anakin's ass, moving their bodies up the bed with each thrust. Their pace matched and increased. They clawed at one another, desperate to feel like one body joined by the living Force. The bed slammed against the wall, but no one paid heed. Little scratches opened on their skin. Bite marks appeared. Still they moved-punishment and forgiveness all in one act.

Finally Obi-Wan found a voice, "You are-oomph. . . . forgiven!" And he fell forward onto Anakin's torso reaching out to his lips for a searing kiss-their first of the evening. He raised his head to look Anakin in the eyes again and said with a smirk, "But you better not try any more of your shit." He continued to pound into Anakin as a genuine smile spread across his face.

Anakin couldn't help smiling back. He put a hand behind Obi-Wan's neck and pulled him into another hot, wet, messy kiss. When he released Obi-Wan's swollen lips, he replied, "Like this, love?"

Suddenly, Obi-Wan was on his back and Anakin was riding him. Both men groaned and clutched at each other. Their climaxes began to tighten their scrotums and pool in their groins. Anakin writhed on Obi-Wan's cock, milking him with his strength. The sight of Anakin's pleasure was his Master's final threshold. He held tightly to the circling hips and thrust upward until he saw stars.

Obi-Wan was barely aware of Anakin screaming his name.

But he was aware of the weight on his chest impeding his already labored breathing. Urging Anakin to his side, he slid from the young body with regret but hope. There would be more times, he promised himself.

The sound of their panting filled the room. Neither knew what to say next. Perhaps nothing needed saying. Their hands sought each other out and tightened fingers around the others'. Their legs entangled. They were silent until morning.

TBC