One Night – Chapter 2

Yay! I made a second chapter. I was unsure if anyone wanted a sex scene so if people review and say they want one then I'll write one but I didn't want to offend anyone. This chapter is shorter than the first chapter but not by too much. Read and enjoy.

Anakin's eyes forced their way open against the incoming sunlight. He felt his way along the wall to try and find the touchpad so he could get the blinds down.

"Ow! Anakin!"

Said boy jumped back in fright before realising that the startled yell had come from his Master who was lying beneath him. Anakin blushed as he noticed how his sudden movement had caused the sheets to fall off his Masters bare chest, exposing the man's just as bare nether regions.

Blushing darker, Anakin was becoming increasingly aware of his own nakedness and his morning arousal. Knowing that his Master was not a morning person, Anakin slowly lay down and pressed himself against Obi-Wan's side, looking for a cuddle. If one night was apparently all he was going to get then he may as well milk it for all it was worth.

As he got comfortable there was a shrill noise that broke through the peace and quiet of the Master/Padawan quarters. Anakin was shoved out of the way as Obi-Wan was galvanised into action by the alarm-clock. He quietly watched Obi-Wan get ready as he was ignored.

His spirits well and truly slashed to pieces, he made his way to his own room, holding back tears as he went.

Obi-Wan watched Anakin leave the room out of the corner of his eye, sadly closing his eyes as he felt the rejection radiate through their bond before it was shut off. He punched the wall in a moment of frustration. Anakin knew that he only had one night. It mattered not what Obi-Wan wanted. This was the best for both of them.

Deciding that he would solve nothing by standing in his bedroom next to a hole in the wall, Obi-Wan made his way to the kitchen and began making breakfast. As he left to help in the archives he ran into Anakin. His Padawan looked up with sad, dead eyes before he looked back at the floor and shuffled off towards the kitchen.

Obi-Wan shook his head and headed out the door, coming to the conclusion that he could deal with a heart-broken apprentice later.

When he heard the door hiss shut Anakin felt it was safe enough to let his tears flow. They fell from his eyes in a constant stream, rolling over his cheeks and off his jaw before soaking into the front of his tunic. He let the knife he had been about to use slip from his grasp and he raced it to the floor, his body heaving with sobs.

The knife caught his attention as it glinted in the light. The tears blurred his vision and they're salt was all he could taste. His gaze was fixed on the knife through his blurred perspective of the world.

Anakin ran all the possibilities through his head. He could run to Obi-Wan and beg for him to have him, like he done last night. That would create a scene and cause Obi-Wan's anger to grow. He could run to one of his friends. Surely they would understand and comfort him. Yet he didn't want their pity. He could always go to the Council and tell them what he and Obi-Wan had done. This would do nothing except get both him and Obi-wan expelled from the Jedi and end in Obi-Wan's arrest. The Jedi was Obi-Wan's life. It was the reason that he had rejected Anakin. In Anakin's eyes, the only way out was to end it all. Obi-Wan didn't want him anyway.

As he made the first cut and saw the first drop of blood, the aching in his heart eased and he had courage to make the second, this one deeper. His confidence and content grew with each cut and after little deliberation…he made the final…fateful…cut.

Oo...what's going to happen now? sorry if this is really emo but it'll fit in with the next chapter and it has a purpose...