Author's Note: I've cut the smutty stuff out of this chapter, so I can keep it teen rated. I might post the full version of the sex scene separately (with a mature rating) when I get the chance. Let me know if you're interested in reading that :)

Chapter 11: Obi-Wan's Quarters

Back at the Temple, Anakin let Obi-Wan lead him to his new quarters. They crept along the hallway, hoping no one would hear them. It was morning, which meant the other Jedi Masters would be in the classrooms with their students, but there was no harm in being cautious. The Council had reluctantly allowed them to court, but it was best if they didn't know what exactly that meant.

They snuck into a room that was larger and more luxurious than any living quarters Anakin had yet seen in the Temple. It featured a double bed with crisp white sheets and plump pillows, along with a black leather sofa, greel-wood furniture and a body length mirror. While it wasn't as excessive as Padme's penthouse suite or Palpatine's 500 Republica apartment, it didn't exactly align with Jedi ideals.

"This is lovely," said Anakin, trying to hide his excitement, "but we're not supposed to want it, are we?" That was the impression he'd gotten from his tiny, austere bedroom, which even R2's presence couldn't brighten.

"Indeed." Obi-Wan chuckled as he hung his satchel on a shiny chromium hook, then plopped himself onto the sofa to remove his shoes and socks. "But you knew that. Don't tell me you suddenly care about avoiding attachments. It's a little too late for that."

"I meant this room, isn't it a bit much for a Jedi?"

"Two Jedi," said Obi-Wan. "It's as much yours as it is mine, not that it truly belongs to either of us."

Anakin rolled his eyes. "We're going to be living in it, aren't we? And if the Padawans knew, they'd wouldn't like it."

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind. They'd understand that the lives of Jedi Masters — especially those of us on the Council — are far more stressful than theirs. We need comfortable quarters where we can fully unwind and prepare ourselves for what lies ahead. You'll be thankful for this room once we're back from whatever missions we're assigned to tomorrow." Obi-Wan had persuaded Windu to let him and his former student rest after the intense work of preparing for the Trials, but they couldn't neglect their duties for long.

Anakin sighed. "You're right," he said, as he plopped down onto the bed and untied his boots. "We deserve this." It still seemed hypocritical and unfair, but he wasn't going to ruin their last day off by arguing about it. Besides, one day he'd be on the Council too. It wouldn't take too long if Obi-Wan put in a good word for him. Then he'd get a decent sized room to himself. Not that he'd need it if he lived with his boyfriend, though he could turn it into a private garage where he could work on R2.

Obi-Wan smiled as he rose to his feet, took Anakin's hand and pulled him up for a lustful kiss. He grabbed his lover's lightsabre — the actual one — and laid it on the bedside table. "That's so you don't misplace it later," he whispered in his ear.

"I'd have remembered to put it away," said Anakin, his voice breathy with desire.

"Of course," said Obi-Wan, as he set his own weapon down beside a tub of lubricant — the kind humans used — and a box of tissues. The Jedi truly was an optimist. "It's not like you handed your sabre to me than forgot where it was thirty minutes later."

Anakin snarled. "Don't remind me of what happened on Tatooine. I still don't know if I can control that part of myself and I doubt you want to find out." He dug his fingers into his lover's back, his anger fuelling his lust.

"It's too late to threaten me, darling. I have you right where I want you." Obi-Wan bent slightly to kiss Anakin's jawline and neck, causing him to gasp with delight and let his aggression leak out of him. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be as harmless as a trained bantha — except on the battlefield, of course. Do you want that?"

"I do," said Anakin. "I like it when you discipline me. It … turns me on." It had for some time, though he hadn't noticed until recently.

"I can see that," said Obi-Wan, glancing down at his lover's bulging trousers. He removed the robes he'd given him earlier, then tore off his tunic and ran his fingers along his bare abdomen, caressing each taunt muscle. Well, mostly taunt, the young Jedi still had work to do.

Obi-Wan leaned to kiss his collarbone, but Anakin gripped his shoulder. "Wait," he said, "We should shower. We're filthy." They weren't sweaty anymore thanks to the cool Coruscant air, but they probably stunk, even if they couldn't smell it, and sand clung to their hair.

"Indeed," said Obi-Wan. "Let's get you cleaned up." He unbuckled his lover's utility belt and undid his trouser button.

Anakin raised an eyebrow "Here?" He usually used the Temple's shared fresher block.

"Yes, here," said Obi-Wan, fiercely. He clearly didn't want him undressing anywhere where other beings could leer at him, though he'd have no way to stop that once they returned to the front. "Jedi Masters get their own freshers." He gestured to the door on his left.

"That's … convenient," said Anakin, with a slight frown.

"It certainly is," said Obi-Wan. With a devious wink, he pulled off his own tunic to reveal a well-built torso.

Anakin had seen him shirtless before and thought little of it, but now his quivering muscles, each slightly bulkier than his own, mesmerised him. "How did you get so ...?"

"Strong?" said Obi-Wan. Anakin was going to say sexy, but strong worked too. "Don't forget, I've had sixteen extra years to built this body, not I've done much beyond my Jedi training and missions. You're more toned than I was at your age and if you keep working at it, you'll surpass me in no time." He grinned, as if nothing could make him happier.

Anakin smiled back. It was very like Obi-Wan to be fully content, even excited, at the idea of being out-performed by his former pupil, who longed to fulfil that expectation. Anything to make his lover's cock harder.

Unable to control himself, Anakin threw his arms around Obi-Wan's waist and kissed him fiercely. They pressed their chests together, until they were both whimpering with lust. The Jedi Master grabbed his lover's mechanical hand, brought it to his own hips and hooked its thumb under the seam of his underwear.

Anakin moaned. This was exactly the kind of instruction he'd hoped for. He'd be an expert at making love in no time. They yanked down each other's trousers, wriggled out of their boxers, so they were both fully naked, and went back to kissing.

Their lips stayed locked together as they shuffled towards the fresher door, which slid open for them. Inside the walls shined white and the shower was large enough for them both to use together. Once they were under its faucet, Obi-Wan planted one last kiss on Anakin's cheek, then turned to a panel with enough buttons and switches to operate a star fighter. How many settings could a shower possibly need?

"Can I wash you?" asked Obi-Wan, flipping a blue switch.

"Please do," said Anakin, as warm water cascaded onto him

Obi-Wan retrieved shampoo from an automatic dispenser and Anakin turned to let him wash his hair and massage his scalp. He was very thorough, not leaving a single previously neglected strand uncleaned.

Next, he slathered him with soap, once again using his bare hands. "I guess a sponge is too fancy for a Jedi?" said Anakin.

Obi-Wan sniggered. "Not at all," he said, caressing his lover's abdomen, "I've waited years for this moment. Now I can finally enjoy you, I won't let a bit of fabric get in the way.

He explored every inch of Anakin from his neck to his ankles, coating him with the scent of the Temple garden's roses. It was a relief not to smell of death anymore and to have his body adored with firm, lingering strokes.

Obi-Wan gave a long breathy sigh as if releasing the passion, he'd been holding back, but he better not have released it all. Anakin had no intent of staying a virgin.

With their desires satiated — for the time being — the two naked Jedi collapsed onto the bed. Anakin grinned. His body wasn't a tool for violence, but a source of wondrous pleasure for both himself and Obi-Wan.

They were once again sweaty, but lacked the energy another shower. Instead, they wiped themselves clean with the tissues on the bedside table then lay back down.

Obi-Wan scooted across to cuddle Anakin from behind. "Thank you, my darling, for giving me a chance."

"I'm glad I did," said Anakin. "You were … incredible." His climax had been stronger than any he'd given himself. "I'm sorry I … wasn't as good. You might be better off with Tasha." He gave a brief chuckle.

"Don't be ridiculous," said Obi-Wan. "A female Changeling can only mimic the appearance of a male body not its, uh ... abilities and you'll have plenty of time to improve. I have a feeling our relationship will last a little longer than the Council expects."

They laughed together. As Obi-Wan pulled the covers over them, his lover used the Force to flip the blinds closed. The Jedi Master was too tired and distracted to object. Then Anakin shut his eyes to block what was left of the morning sun and relaxed into the plush mattress.

The Sith Lord reached into the Force to pause the recording, the eighth one he had viewed since entering his quarters. It had been filmed in the Senate Apartment Complex one standard year into Anakin and Obi-Wan's ill-fated romance. Padme had allowed them to use her suite for their trysts while she was off-world. Though it suited their need for comfort and secrecy far better than the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan had initially refused the offer out of obstinate jealousy. It had taken an hour of petty arguing to convince him otherwise.

That night, they poured their mutual anger into their congress, and it showed. The Sith Lord could not help but admire the brutal efficiency with which Anakin claimed his lover. He had, by then, fully mastered every technique required of him and his subordinate role had never been immutable. In fact, being the conqueror suited him.

This Anakin was not the timid, feckless man who'd yielded to Obi-Wan's seduction. He brimmed with confidence and vigour, not unlike the Sith Lord watching him, but he lacked the ruthlessness which would have made him truly invincible. The Jedi Order's shackles still constrained him. Hence his obsession with serving others — including Obi-Wan.

The Sith Lord resumed viewing the recording, noting Anakin's passion and joy, which did not surprise him. He too would be content, if he had but a taste of the pleasure that coursed through the young Jedi's body. And not only the intense pleasure Obi-Wan had given him, but the simple pleasures too. The ability to breath and move with ease, the taste of fresh air, the touch of soft bedding – he had failed to realise how precious they were.

But surely the Jedi's happiness was a lie, a trap that deterred him from his quest for power, the only true source of satisfaction for a man of his nature. He was not Anakin, after all. If he were him, he could have remained that way. He could have spent his life at Obi-Wan's side, raising Luke and Leia with him, enjoying their regular outings with Padme and Ahsoka and working to rebuild the galaxy after the Clone Wars.

He need never have left his husband, corroded his friendships or sacrificed his organic body, not to mention thousands of others. He need never have embraced his bitterness and cruelty so completely that he struggled to survive without them. Even now his mechanical limbs were heavy and he could not move from the bench. The time he had spent immersed in the Jedi's experiences had drained him.

He was not Anakin, he never had been and he could never be. The life captured in the recordings was an illusion. It was not meant for him. and it was foolish to waste a single moment wishing for it. He had to free himself from the cursed memories before they robbed him of the will to live and therefore his life itself.

I hope that was both sexy and sweet enough for you all :)