I who did not die, who am still living,
Still lying in the backseat behind all my questions,
Clenching and opening one small hand.
"Making a fist" by: Naomi Shihab Nye
Obi-Wan Kenobi was an utter failure. He had failed the Republic, the Jedi, and he had failed Anakin as his master. He had raised him and trained him, but lies and the Jedi code had turned love into hate. Obi-Wan did not hate Anakin, even after everything. He hated himself more than anything. He had been blind. Blind to all of Anakin's faults, blind to Palpatine's corruption, and worst of all- he'd been blind to his own love. He hadn't realized the depths of his emotions until Anakin tried to kill Padmé and then him. His pain and rage had nearly sent him to the dark as well, and he'd used every ounce of it to shut down Anakin's brain, to send him tumbling into a heap on the ground, unconscious.
He took Padmé and fled, unsure where to go. C3PO took them to the nearest medical facilities on Polis Massa. Obi-Wan numbly sat, holding Padmé's hand, waiting for her to wake.
When she did it was with a cry of pain. She saw Obi-Wan and not Anakin and began to weep.
"I'm sorry." Obi-Wan said over and over. It didn't help, but that didn't surprise him.
When her heart began to slow and her breaths were fewer and fainter, Obi-Wan realized he could still hurt more. When she drew her last breath, Obi-Wan staggered to his feet and found a tiny room with a tiny bed. He collapsed upon it and sobbed until he passed out, exhausted.
He had been on the run ever since. With Leia on Alderaan and Luke on Tatooine, he had no reason to stay anywhere and every reason to keep moving. If he stayed any place too long, Anakin found him. Every damned time.
Obi-Wan was tired of running. It had been over a year and each day he felt worse. He was so exhausted. He desperately needed a break. At least a few days. He needed sleep and he needed to think. He needed to find a more permanent solution. He stopped on Carajam, hoping Anakin's distaste for desert worlds kept him away long enough for Obi-Wan to get some rest. The port in Danan Karr was filled with degenerates, and Obi-Wan did his best to avoid notice. He picked the least disgusting looking inn he could find and after a surprisingly good meal he collapsed on the lumpy mattress and was dead to the world.
When he woke it was with a jolt as his door was kicked open, but he could do nothing as his body refused to respond. Something was very wrong. He was so hot and his head was aching and spinning. His heart was pounding as he heard clones ordering him to his feet. Several hands grabbed him and yanked him out of the bed and threw him on the ground. He groaned and kicked feebly as they put him in cuffs.
He couldn't stand on his own power and they were forced to carry him after they dragged him to his feet and he collapsed in a heap three times. Finally they were convinced he wasn't faking and he was tossed over the shoulder of one of the clones.
Being upside down was so much worse. Every step was torture as he bounced on a shoulder that dug into his stomach, and he vomited once they reached the bottom of the stairs. Something bashed into the back of his head and he was out.
He woke in a tiny cell, his thoughts slow, his flesh on fire. He was unbearably thirsty but there was nothing in the tiny room except the hard bench he lay upon. His head throbbed in agony and his stomach ached in a way he had only felt from the handful of times he'd gotten drunk with Quin and suffered the morning after.
He knew he hadn't gotten drunk the night before. He hadn't even had a single drink. His body had reached its limit and it was his fault. Hiding his force signature and keeping his shields up constantly was taxing. His lack of sleep made it worse. Not eating enough- because his grief made him feel sick all the time now- added to the stress he was putting on his body as he raced back and forth through the galaxy in an effort to stay ahead of Anakin.
He had put himself right into Anakin's hands after all of his efforts to stay away. And now he was too weak to even rise from the hard slab of durasteel. Just keeping his eyes open was a monumental effort and he was sweating terribly. He felt like absolute shit, but he couldn't think of a thing to do about it. The thought of sleeping voluntarily in his cell seemed too terrifying a prospect, but when the door opened he jolted awake with no memory of closing his eyes.
Anakin entered the tiny cell and stared down at him. Obi-Wan blinked slowly, dazed. Everything hurt, especially his eyes as the bright light from the corridor behind his former padawan shone upon his face.
"What did you fools do to him?!" Anakin hissed.
"He was already sick, sir. Admiral Sheyr told us to put him in a cell until you arrived."
"Did he?" Anakin growled. "He does not give orders where Obi-Wan is concerned. No one does but me, do you understand?" They all shouted affirmatives and then Obi-Wan was carried out of the cell. He lost consciousness again before they had gone very far.
When he woke next he was wrapped in an embrace, his head pillowed against a firm chest that rose and fell softly as they breathed. The fog cleared from his thoughts just enough that he recognized Anakin's soft sigh. He rubbed Obi-Wan's scalp and it dulled the pain throbbing throughout his skull and he moaned in relief.
"You're finally awake!" He sounded pleased. "You're very sick, Obi-Wan. But I'll take good care of you, you'll see. You don't have to run any more." Obi-Wan went rigid, his heart starting to pound. He had been captured. He barely remembered it, but he remembered one thing- Anakin hated him. Anakin wanted to kill him. He gasped, and tried to get out of Anakin's embrace. "No, no, stop!" Anakin chided gently, holding Obi-Wan tight, even going so far as to wrap his legs around Obi-Wan's until the Jedi wore himself out. It only took a matter of seconds, and Obi-Wan nearly fainted from his efforts. "Shh, don't cry Obi-Wan. You're already dehydrated. And I don't hate you, not anymore. I realized right away when I woke up alone." He broke off and laughed. "Can you imagine my surprise when I realized that the thought of you kriffing my wife wasn't nearly as horrible as her getting fucked by you?" He laughed again, softly and pressed his lips to the top of Obi-Wan's head. "You're mine. You belong to me! No one else! The thought drove me insane! I always knew we wouldn't last. Why would she want me when you were right there? She could fuck anyone in the galaxy, but not you- never you! I hated the idea of her getting to touch you when I was never allowed. You were mine. You are mine. And if you ever leave me again, I'll kill you."
Obi-Wan lay still in Anakin's grasp. He stared at nothing as Anakin squeezed him tight and pet him like a loth cat. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He felt like he was going to be sick again.
True to his word, Anakin was almost always near, getting Obi-Wan to eat simply by making those damnable sad tooka eyes at him. Obi-Wan had always been defenseless against that tactic, even with those wretched, yellow eyes. He begrudgingly ate everything Anakin pushed his way and tried not to squirm when the young man's touches lingered.
Every day that passed saw Anakin growing bolder. First touching Obi-Wan's knee, and each day he moved his hand higher up his leg. The first time he touched Obi-Wan's inner-thigh, the Jedi jumped in alarm and slapped Anakin's hand away. Anakin raised his hand and suddenly Obi-Wan was choking on nothing, unable to draw the smallest breath.
He tried not to panic, but the longer Anakin held him in that terrible grip, the more terrified he became. When Anakin finally released him, spots had appeared in his vision and he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. Anakin shoved him onto his back and sat on his groin.
"You are not my master any more, Obi-Wan. You don't tell me what to do. You belong to me and I tell you what to do."
"So that's it then?! I'm just your slave?!" Obi-Wan cried, tears spilling from his eyes.
"No, because your heart belongs to me too, not just your body. And no slave would give that to their master." He bent down and kissed Obi-Wan. The Jedi clenched his fists, but did not fight again. He didn't need to be strangled twice. His heart broke as Anakin sat back with a vicious grin. "You're so pretty when you cry, but you need to stop. You're still recovering. Drink this juice I brought you."
Anakin lavished him with gifts and attention and was pleasant to be around, as long as Obi-Wan never fought him. The moment Obi-Wan hesitated or shied away, Anakin would become furious and show his displeasure in various ways.
He favored using the force to strangle Obi-Wan, but after nearly the dozenth time in only a handful of days, Obi-Wan had burst into hysterical tears the moment he lifted his hand. He'd bolted to the 'fresher and had been violently ill. He'd been terrified to leave the room afterwards and Anakin had been forced to bypass the lock. Obi-Wan had been huddled in the corner, weeping.
He felt Anakin watching him and saying nothing, then he was tearing down Obi-Wan's shields and invading his mind. Anakin examined his panic response and was unable to hide his own dismay. Obi-Wan realized Anakin didn't actually enjoy his fear.
"Oh, Obi-Wan." Anakin sighed, pulling him close. "Why can't you just behave? I don't want to hurt you. Why do you have to make me so angry? All I want is for you to love me. Why is that so difficult? Did you lie about loving me?"
"No." Obi-Wan whispered, because he had to give an answer. Anakin got angry when he didn't answer. And it was the truth anyway. Anakin had reconnected their bond while Obi-Wan was still in the grip of the fever. He had already broken down his shields several times when he'd thought Obi-Wan was lying. It had been invasive, but the harder he fought the more it hurt and he learned to give in quickly because Anakin refused to. Nothing was private any more and Anakin had felt the depth of his love before Obi-Wan could hide it. He also felt the terrible guilt that Obi-Wan carried with him and a part of him crowed with delight. Obi-Wan had felt Anakin's triumph. He felt Obi-Wan deserved to feel guilt. He was guilty. Anakin showed him his memories of waking alone on Mustafar, his clothes smoldering, ready to ignite. His flesh had been red, blistered, and sore for days. He couldn't touch his cock without pain for a month. But for years before that, all he had wanted was the tiniest scraps of affection from his cold, aloof master. And when Obi-Wan had faked his death- Anakin had never felt so betrayed. And he gleefully forced Obi-Wan to experience those feelings of anguish at his 'death' and rage when he realized his master had lied.
He clearly relished Obi-Wan's guilt. It was easy for him to put Obi-Wan in his place when he grew defiant with a few cutting remarks.
"You forced me to go to Padmé and Palpatine for love and acceptance because you never gave me either!" He'd said after Obi-Wan flinched when Anakin leaned close to kiss him a few days after his fever broke. The strangled gasp that left Obi-Wan's trembling lips had pleased Anakin greatly. "None of this would have happened if I knew you loved me!" Obi-Wan tried to bolt to the refresher, but Anakin yanked him toward the bed and threw him down. He straddled Obi-Wan and pinned his wrists above his head, refusing to let him hide his tears. Obi-Wan sobbed helplessly, still refusing to look at Anakin, his shame too great.
Obi-Wan's emotional breakdowns increased after that, and his fear of pain and Anakin's anger grew. He became quiet and withdrawn. He would grow tense and anxious when Anakin was even slightly moody. When Anakin put his hands on him he was pliant and docile, letting Anakin manipulate him however he liked. He discovered that the Sith liked Obi-Wan to kneel between his feet and rest his head on Anakin's thigh. So far Anakin only played with his hair or rubbed his scalp. Obi-Wan knew the day was fast approaching where Anakin would demand more.
He knew one day Anakin's patience would come to an end and he would force himself on Obi-Wan. Fighting was out of the question. Anakin was far too powerful and the shameful truth was, Obi-Wan didn't want Anakin to hate him. He didn't even want Anakin to be angry with him. Hatred was far too much. He couldn't endure hearing Anakin say those words again. He was doing everything he could think of to keep Anakin calm and avoid enraging him.
It wasn't always easy and he had the bruises to prove it. One night he had been too anxious to eat, but had forced himself to anyway as soon as Anakin had noticed his reluctance and glared at him. Kneeling at Anakin's feet after dinner, his stomach rebelled and he scrambled to the 'fresher and vomited up everything he'd eaten. He could feel Anakin's fury and cringed, wanting to escape and knowing there was nowhere to run. Anakin dragged him to the bed as Obi-Wan struggled and gasped in panic. He yanked Obi-Wan across his lap and tore his glove off, then pulled Obi-Wan's pants down.
"Anakin, no!"
"My name is Darth Vader!" Anakin snarled and brought his metal hand down hard, slapping Obi-Wan's backside. Obi-Wan cried out in shock and pain, clawing at Anakin's leg and trying to wriggle free. Anakin struck him again and again until Obi-Wan began to wail and sob from the burning pain. Eventually Anakin shoved him off of his lap and onto the floor and Obi-Wan spent the night there, unable to move, trying not to wake Anakin when he burst into renewed tears when the pain overwhelmed him.
Anakin did not allow him treatment of any kind when he assaulted Obi-Wan.
"If you would only behave, I wouldn't have to hurt you. You do this to yourself." He was starting to think Anakin was right. Obi-Wan was excellent at ruining things, getting people killed, and generally failing at most things. It made sense that he couldn't make Anakin happy.
Eventually Obi-Wan was able to crawl to the refresher, but by the time he reached it, his pants were bloody from where his skin had split and he'd had too peel them off, the pain had made him sob uncontrollably and the water washing the blood away was a different kind of torture. By the time he was clean he was in too much pain to move again. He stayed under the water until Anakin dragged him out. He was too exhausted and hurt to cry, but somehow more tears spilled out when Anakin pulled him into bed, drenched and naked, and began to poke at the worst wounds.
"I'm starting to think you enjoy being punished. You cry like you mean it, but you continue to disobey me. It's the only explanation. I don't want to hurt you. It hurts me to hurt you. But every day you force my hand." Obi-Wan shook his head wildly.
"I'm not!" He cried.
"Quiet." Anakin snapped, and Obi-Wan cringed. He pulled Obi-Wan across his lap and Obi-Wan began to sob.
"Please don't! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Shut. Up. Obi-Wan!" Anakin snarled. Obi-Wan covered his face to stifle his cries, but continued to plead for mercy through the bond and project his terror. He couldn't help himself, he didn't want to make Anakin angry, but he didn't want to be punished again, either. "Just be quiet now. Don't move." Obi-Wan went rigid at the command, hardly daring to breathe, still begging silently through the bond.
Anakin begins to touch him gently, carefully. Obi-Wan melted against him, exhausted and relieved. "Please be good, Obi-Wan. I need you to be good for me. I can't bear this." Obi-Wan felt a rush of anger so potent he began to shake and Anakin immediately slapped his ass, right on one of the biggest welts. A startled cry tore from Obi-Wan's throat. "Stop acting like the victim here!" Anakin hissed. "You deserve this and you know it!" Anakin flooded his mind with everything Obi-Wan had done to hurt him, not caring that he had never meant to in the first place.
Obi-Wan sagged against him, hollowed out, heart torn to shreds. He sniffled quietly as Anakin resumed poking and prodding his wounds. Anakin was right. He needed to be good. Then Anakin would be happy. And then Obi-Wan would be safe.
When Anakin was happy, he was kind and sweet and held Obi-Wan like he was precious. That was the Anakin he was desperate to see. He would do anything Anakin asked if only it would make him happy. Anakin wouldn't have to force himself on Obi-Wan if only he would be sweet and not grow angry afterwards. He could admit he had reacted badly to touch at first, but he just wasn't used to it. If only Anakin could be even more patient with him, things could have been so much easier.
Things changed when Anakin returned from the Emperor's ship and staggered into their rooms, a shuddering wreck. He collapsed just inside the door, legs kicking weakly.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan gasped, rushing to his side. He pushed Anakin onto his back and wrung his hands as Anakin shook violently. "What happened to you?!" Anakin couldn't speak for several minutes.
"Ss-sidious." He croaked, eyes wet. Obi-Wan eventually dragged him to bed when he stopped shaking and held him close. Anakin clung to him, breathing hard, crying quietly. All thoughts of escape fled from Obi-Wan's mind after that night.
He began to smile again after that. Anakin needed to see it even more than Obi-Wan needed to feel able to do it. But he wanted Anakin to be happy, and he wanted Anakin to know that he loved him, so he smiled at Anakin when he woke the next morning and kissed Anakin shyly on the lips. Anakin crushed him in his arms and sobbed.
Anakin was much happier after that. He returned to their rooms each time and the first thing he did without fail was to crawl on top of Obi-Wan and hold him tight. Obi-Wan would run his fingers through Anakin's pretty hair or rub his back. And no matter how angry he had been, he always melted in Obi-wan's arms eventually. It was a ritual Obi-Wan had come to love and one day Anakin returned to their rooms beautifully flushed, his eyes dark with arousal and he knew Anakin wanted more.
He had no urge to deny him. He let Anakin do whatever he wanted with his body and what he wanted was to tie Obi-Wan to his bed and tease Obi-Wan until he was begging for release.
He had been more than a little afraid when Anakin tied his wrists to the frame. But then he began to kiss and lick Obi-Wan on every exposed inch of flesh and he found himself slowly relaxing. Anakin skillfully brought Obi-Wan to the edge of climax with his hands and then stopped touching him until his arousal began to flag.
Next he used his lips and tongue until Obi-Wan was gasping and moaning, yanking at his bonds. Desperate.
When Anakin stopped the second time, Obi-Wan wanted to lash out, but didn't dare.
Next Anakin slicked up his fingers and Obi-Wan nearly came just from his warm fingers circling his rim. When his gasps became frantic, Anakin pulled away again.
"Please!" Obi-Wan cried. His cock ached. He couldn't endure any more. Anakin grabbed more lengths of fabric and wrapped his ankles tight and tied the loose ends around his upper thighs. His heels pressed against his ass, and it was not even remotely comfortable. He could close his legs, but knew Anakin would disapprove, so he just tried to find a position that was as painless as possible. Then Anakin wrapped a silk ribbon around the base of his cock and tied it tight. Obi-Wan whimpered miserably. Anakin grinned, clearly pleased with his former master's dismay.
He began to suck Obi-Wan's cock again but instead of kittenish licks and kisses, he was engulfed by Anakin's hot, wet mouth and he could not hold back a loud moan as he began to bob his head rapidly. He pulled off and Obi-Wan sobbed, yanking his bonds harder.
"Not yet." Anakin sighed and then slipped a finger inside of Obi-Wan. Anakin deftly found his prostate and began to rub it and Obi-Wan's eyes rolled up in his head.
"Kriff!" He groaned, his cock beginning to leak sluggishly. It was too good. He was whining as he wildly jerked his hips and when Anakin added another finger and pumped him harder he nearly screamed. Closer and closer he came to orgasm and again Anakin stopped everything, not that he could come with the silk firm around him. Obi-Wan sobbed. "Please, please, please!" He begged, mindlessly seeking release. "I need it, please!"
"Not yet." Anakin breathed and Obi-Wan stared hungrily as he slicked up his impressive cock. "I want you to come on my cock. Would you like that?" Obi-Wan nodded frantically. He had zero experience, and he was afraid it would hurt- Anakin wasn't small by any means- but all he could think about was coming. If he had to let Anakin fuck him for that to happen he was more than willing to do it. Anakin would be happy as well. That was important too. He couldn't forget that.
"Please fuck me, Anakin!" Obi-Wan begged. Anakin snarled and Obi-Wan gasped. He'd forgotten his punishment for saying that name.
"Shh.. It's okay.." Anakin soothed and Obi-Wan whimpered as he felt Anakin's tip rub against his rim. "Only when we're like this, do you hear me?" Obi-Wan nodded, blinking away tears. Anakin leaned closer and pressed his lips to Obi-Wan's, gripped his hips, and gently eased into Obi-Wan's tight heat. Obi-Wan gasped as Anakin's cock slowly slid deeper. "Don't move." Anakin groaned. Obi-Wan held still as he possibly could, trying to adjust to Anakin's girth. It was far more overwhelming than he'd imagined. "Does it hurt, love?" It did, but Obi-Wan didn't want to stop. He wanted to be untied. He wanted to hold Anakin when he finally began to move. He wanted the ribbon off his cock so he could come. He wanted the pain to fade quickly. He wanted it to feel good. He didn't want any reason to regret what they were doing. Anakin easily undid his bonds and Obi-Wan wrapped his arm and legs around him. "Are you ready?"
"Yes."
He started slowly, letting Obi-Wan get used to the feeling. The ribbon was still around his cock which dismayed him, but he didn't dare complain. He couldn't anyway, Anakin was kissing him and his lips were so soft and as Anakin began to speed up it began to feel better, or maybe it was Anakin's pleasure he was feeling through the bond, but it didn't matter. He was frantic, he jerked his hips. He only stopped moaning long enough to gasp. He dug his nails into Anakin's shoulders, dug his heels into Anakin's straining thighs. "Harder!" He begged. Anakin pulled out, cursing.
"Get on your knees!" Anakin rasped. "I'll fuck you harder!" Obi-Wan hurried to comply, and Anakin gathered more slick in his hand and coated his shaft before he lined up, grabbed Obi-Wan's hips, and thrust back inside. Obi-Wan whined as Anakin began to pound savagely into him. It was so intense all he could do was brace himself and take it and cry out with every thrust. He pawed and clutched at the bedding, hating the ribbon keeping him from coming. He emneeded/em to come.
"Please!" He sobbed. "Anakin, please!" Anakin pulled out again and flipped him onto his back. Obi-Wan groaned as Anakin spread his legs and sank deep inside of him and speared him slow and deep.
"Are you ready to come on my cock Obi-Wan?"
"Yes, please! I need it so bad!" Obi-Wan pleaded. Anakin sped up his thrusts, Obi-Wan whimpered, grabbing Anakin's hips and forcing him to pound into him faster and harder.
"You love my cock, don't you?" Anakin panted. Obi-Wan nodded feverishly. It was good. He had never imagined it could feel so good.
"So much!" He gasped. "It's so good!" Anakin moaned long and low, pistoning his hips. He stilled long enough to untie the ribbon and after a few brutal thrusts Obi-Wan came harder than he ever had in his life, wailing like he was being stabbed. Anakin gasped and then moaned, high and shuddering as he came deep inside Obi-Wan. He collapsed and Obi-Wan couldn't find the strength or will to push him away. Anakin was still hard inside him, still throbbing, still gasping from the exertion of fucking Obi-Wan boneless after edging him for nearly an hour.
Their relationship was terribly flawed. Obi-Wan knew that. Anakin took his anger out on Obi-Wan by edging him until he wept and begged for mercy from then on. It was a much more pleasurable way to make his former master cry, Anakin had assured him. Fucking him senseless after was a wonderful bonus. Some days Obi-Wan was still withdrawn and subdued. Those days Anakin was especially sweet, like he'd never been before. He did everything he could to make Obi-Wan happy. Obi-Wan tried hard to feel better, some days pinning Obi-Wan down and fucking him hard didn't always work to make him feel better. Some days the Emperor tortured Anakin with Force lightning and when the tremors finally stopped and he was able to function again, he was ravenous in the worst ways- those days were the worst.
On those days, Anakin came up with increasingly creative ways to blur the line between pain and pleasure. He tied Obi-Wan up and inserted various devices that would quickly have Obi-Wan struggling and begging while Anakin watched and idly stroked his cock and refused to touch the Jedi in any way that was pleasurable. He used different tools to keep Obi-Wan from coming, and some nights Anakin was spiteful enough to pin Obi-Wan in place with the Force, drive him to a frenzy of gasping moans and tears, and then deny him release entirely. He ignored Obi-Wan's cries, let him slowly go limp in every sense, and finally when Obi-Wan was close to sleep, Anakin would release him.
The first time Anakin had done it, Obi-Wan had immediately fisted his cock the instant he was released. Anakin jumped on Obi-Wan and pinned his wrists and began to grind his clothed ass against Obi-Wan's cock.
"You want to fuck me, Obi-Wan?" Anakin said with a predatory grin. Obi-Wan was too far gone to care, bucking his hips, groaning needily.
"Please, Anakin! Please let me!" Anakin continued to rub against his former master, moaning softly.
"You want me to ride your cock, Master?" Anakin purred.
"Oh, Force!" Obi-Wan gasped. "Yes!" Anakin threw his head back, laughing. He climbed off of Obi-Wan and sneered at his wail of protest. Obi-Wan reached for his rigid cock and Anakin pinned him again with the Force.
"Please, Anakin!" He sobbed. "Please don't leave me like this again!"
"Does your cock hurt, gorgeous?" Obi-Wan nodded, tears spilling from his eyes.
"It hurts so bad!" Obi-Wan whimpered.
"Mine almost burned off because of you. Think about that while you lay here." Obi-Wan broke down again as Anakin positioned him on his side and deliberately licked the underside of his weeping cock.
"Anakin, please." Anakin sat on the low couch nearby and opened his pants and pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly.
"Ohh.." He groaned. "It feels so good. If you would behave, you could be riding this dick right now, but you didn't listen and now you have to watch me come and not get to feel it.
"I'm sorry! Please, I'm sorry! Anakin!"
"Does a slave beg their master so sweetly, Obi-Wan?" Anakin crooned as he fucked into his fist.
"No!" Obi-Wan gasped, unable to look away. Anakin would only extend his punishment if he tried to ignore what was happening. He tried to appeal to his vanity and pride. "Please, I need you to fuck me, Anakin! No one has ever fucked me like you do!" It was vulgar and revealed more than he wanted, but it was true and he was desperate. Anakin moaned and stopped his slow strokes.
"Come on then, sweetheart. You beg so nicely, I'll let you ride me." The instant he was free Obi-Wan lunged at Anakin and climbed him like a tree, impaling himself on Anakin's cock with a strangled cry. He bounced wildly in Anakin's lap, his wails drowning out Anakin's moans.
Sometimes Anakin wasn't so merciful and would make Obi-Wan watch him finish and would leave him alone and aching for days. He could never touch himself without permission either. Anakin always found out and would torment Obi-Wan for hours after, giving him just enough to leave him begging for more and denying him again and again until he was a weeping, shuddering wreck.
Anakin was turning Obi-Wan into a willing slave slowly but surely. It had been difficult at first, and painful, but he had learned well how to behave perfectly. He could be so good for Anakin. He could kneel at his feet and quietly suck him off slowly while he spoke to the Emperor and underlings alike. He could smile when he saw Anakin when he reappeared after successful missions. He could keep himself from crying when he was upset sometimes. Not always, but sometimes. Anakin rewarded him when he maintained his composure when he was distressed. Sometimes he would just have to be as quiet as possible, biting his lower lip to keep from sobbing, let his tears soak into his sleeve and try not to sniffle. If Anakin was in an especially good mood he would pet Obi-Wan, and if Obi-Wan clung to his waist and shuddered as Anakin talked about how many had died at his hands, he wouldn't be pushed away. Anakin would rub his back and be very sweet with him for the rest of the night. He would fuck Obi-Wan slowly and kiss him all over and hold him tight all night long.
It was not how he saw himself ending up a year ago. A year ago he saw his end impaled on Anakin's blade or cut down by a hail of blaster fire when he could deflect no more. He never would have imagined Anakin holding him and kissing him so sweetly. He never imagined the bliss his obedience could bring.
He also came to realize he would not tolerate anyone trying to take his place at Anakin's side. A young officer had tried once. He had broken into Anakin's room's and found Obi-Wan meditating on the floor in front of the only window in the whole apartment. The young Mirialan had drawn his blaster with a sneer and demanded to know what he was doing there. When Obi-Wan calmly explained that he lived there, the young man was enraged.
"Jedi scum! I deserve to be at Lord Vader's side! You deserve to die like all the rest! Why would he want you when he can have me?!" Obi-Wan raised his hand and the blaster made a few squealing and popping sounds. The barrel and the power pack fell to pieces and the officer stared dumbly at the grip in his hand. In a moment of panic, he threw it at Obi-Wan and ran.
The next day he showed up with a vibroblade and Obi-Wan easily disarmed him and used the blade to slash the Mirialan's cheek open. The officer ran, screaming from the room. Troopers in the hall stormed the room and demanded the weapon. Obi-Wan surrendered it and the broken blaster.
Obi-Wan didn't dare hide the incident from Anakin when he returned from his mission. Obi-Wan was certain he already knew of it, but he knew it was futile to hide anything from the young Sith. And he wasn't going to lie for an Imperial officer. He told Anakin exactly what happened and was unsurprised when he stormed back out of their rooms in a fury.
When he returned, he was dragging the Mirialan by his wrist while he sobbed and begged for mercy. How well Obi-Wan knew that impulse, that visceral compulsion to cry and beg. Obi-Wan knew Anakin would not show him mercy and he couldn't find it in his heart to care.
Anakin threw the officer at Obi-Wan's feet.
"He wants to take your place."
"Why does that matter?"
"Is that what you want?!" He was snarling, outraged.
"It matters what you want. Do you want him, or me?" Anakin's grin was sharp and cruel.
"What if I want you both? What if I want to kriff whoever I want, whenever I want?" He sneered. The officer looked hopeful and Obi-Wan felt rage steal over him. Anakin laughed. "You hate the idea. You don't want to share me." His smile turned triumphant. Obi-Wan scowled, his hands clenched as he willed himself to be calm.
"No. I do not."
"Good." He ignited his red saber and the officer screamed, trying to crawl away. Anaking plunged the saber through his back. The Mirialan gasped, the same shocked expression that Qui-Gon had worn on his face. Obi-Wan wished that he cared, but he couldn't bring himself to.
He might belong to Anakin, but Anakin also belonged to him. He had lost nearly everything, he couldn't share the one person he still loved, he just couldn't do it. He wasn't the Jedi he should have been. He was in love with a Sith Lord. He bowed to his every whim. He would rather die than be parted from Anakin again and they both knew it. Anakin would kill to keep Obi-Wan at his side and eventually he did just that when Palpatine discovered Obi-Wan was being kept in Anakin's rooms. Rumors had traveled far, as some ambitious officers had heard that Obi-Wan had been captured and had informed the vile, self-styled Emperor. Anakin answered the holocall with Obi-Wan lying across Anakin's lap with Anakin's fingers slowly opening him up. Obi-Wan obediently pressed his face against the bedding to muffle his whimpers.
"I have heard whispers, my Apprentice. Is it true that you have captured Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Anakin stilled completely, but then began to resume his motions, pressing against Obi-Wan's prostate with each stroke. His whole body shook and it was getting impossible to keep quite.
"That I did." Anakin admitted with as much excitement as he spoke of the weather.
"And is he dead?" Sidious asked. Anakin chuckled, his fingers speeding up, and Obi-Wan gasped at the overwhelming pleasure.
"Of course not. He's right here."
"What is the meaning of this, Lord Vader? The Jedi must die. All of them. Your former master is no exception."
"You didn't lift a finger to save Padmé like you promised!" Obi-Wan moaned, unable to stifle himself anymore, and he could feel Anakin's glee as Sideous growled furiously. His fingers sped up again until he was pounding into Obi-Wan's slick hole. "He's mine. He belongs to me. I have done everything you asked-" Obi-Wan's sharp cry as he reached orgasm and spilled in Anakin's lap cut through the conversation and at the revulsion on the Emperor's face as Obi-Wan peeked back nervously, Anakin threw his head back and laughed. "I'm keeping him." He disconnected the call, urged Obi-Wan onto his hands and knees, pulled his cock out of his pants, and gently ran his fingers through Obi-Wan's hair. It was obvious what he wanted and Obi-Wan wrapped his lips around Anakin's cock and began to suck.
Palpatine summoned them both to Coruscant.
"He wants you to kill me. If you don't, he will."
"You think I don't know that?"
Palpatine anticipated Anakin's betrayal, but he never could have foreseen Obi-Wan's eyes flashing from blue to gold when Anakin lost to lower half of his left leg to Palpatine's blade. Obi-Wan was unstoppable then and Palpatine was cut in half by his lightsaber.
Anakin was an unruly patient as always, but Obi-Wan was skilled at distracting him from his anger and impatience. He was more than happy to help him with anything he wanted. Anakin already had plans for the prosthetic and although walking again was difficult at first, Anakin persisted as always.
Anakin gave Obi-Wan free reign to lead the galaxy and he was his Master's most loyal supporter. He was Obi-Wan's enforcer and protector. Not that the Sith slayer needed it. They replaced the Sith that had come before with their own hands and the galaxy was better for it. Obi-Wan rescinded Order 66 but only those who had been close to Anakin and Obi-Wan dared return to Coruscant. And it was only long enough for them to realize Obi-Wan and Anakin had shining eyes of pale gold. They were not Sith, but they were not Jedi and they would not pass on their Jedi training.
Obi-Wan helped set up the new Republic and stayed on Coruscant long enough to make sure things could run smoothly without them, then they left and never looked back.
They were happy, the road was long and the balance had shifted back to that of equals, which was far healthier and sustainable. Anakin still liked control in the bedroom, but Obi-Wan was happy to give it to him. He preferred not to be reduced to tears, incoherent with need, but when Anakin demanded it, the reward was always worth it, devastating and perfect.
Eventually he told them about Leia and Luke, but Anakin was reluctant to meet them until they were nearly ten.
It was bittersweet and as Obi-Wan and Anakin left for their next destination, Anakin cried in Obi-wan's arms.
"We can visit again. Whenever you want, dear one."
"I know. Thank you for this." He smiled, wiping his eyes.
The galaxy was at peace, they were happy. It was enough.