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“You should rest, Anakin,” Obi-Wan advised, interrupting his student’s solo lightsaber training. The moons cast a dim light, and his eyes were an illuminous fragment of pale blue. “We have a long mission ahead of us beginning tomorrow.”
“That’s why I can’t sleep,” Anakin said, moving to straighten his knees and lower his saber. They were the only two out in the Temple courtyard at this time of night. He was restless with energy. “I’m too excited. We haven’t had a true challenge in weeks now.”
“Do not be so sure of yourself, young one. Nuilan Gatto has killed the Knight who attempted to capture her, and we must be very careful and aware of her strength.” Obi-Wan crossed his arms and stood straight as he always did, poised with easy confidence in his place in the Force.
“Yes, Master. Would you meditate with me?” Anakin asked. He was no longer embarrassed about requesting Obi-Wan’s guidance with the technique that Anakin struggled to grasp. Obi-Wan smiled.
“Of course, Anakin.”
The two sat side by side, close in their bodies and in their minds. Through their bond, Anakin listened and felt as Obi-Wan instructed him. He relaxed his muscles, focused on his breathing and on the Force surrounding them. Flowing and omnipresent, a solid foundation for all of life and individuals. As each distracting thought entered his mind, he let it go. Inner harmony… this is what he sought but could not simply or hastily dive into. He submerged himself slowly, Obi-Wan’s presence and guidance his calming, steady anchor.
The moons were shining high above them before Obi-Wan concluded their session. When Anakin opened his eyes, he felt calm and serene. As they walked off of the courtyard, Obi-Wan clasped his hand over Anakin’s shoulder in a rare moment of physical contact, wishing him a peaceful slumber. His skin was warm even through Anakin’s tunics, and the young Padawan strangely missed the feeling when Obi-Wan’s hand fell away.
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The mission was successful, but draining. Anakin’s legs ached as they finally departed from the arid planet of Ahakista after two weeks of non-stop moving and chasing and running. Anakin hardly got to have any fun, either; Obi-Wan had taken care of Gatto nearly single-handedly with his focused prowess. He let Anakin handle the weaker subordinates, which Anakin tried to be thankful for. His lightsaber was still a new weapon in his hand, constructed only a few months ago.
They were stopping for fuel when Obi-Wan was speaking amicably to the cashier while paying, and Anakin was supposed to be retrieving water from the wall coolers. But he had noticed a shelf with magazines in the back and they were covered with a black screening. He walked up and grabbed one of them, pulling it out of the rack. And it took a moment for his eyes to process the image, but at once it made him blush from embarrassment and heat underneath his collar. He glanced over his shoulder, strangely anxious about his Master observing him.
He turned back. The cover featured a humanoid woman with soft features, wearing a skimpy outfit and a very provocative wink. He flipped open the magazine to a random page. An ad about… toys? He flipped the page. A demonstration of the toys. He felt more heat rush to his face, and that strange, pleasant but frustrating feeling that he now often experienced at night or upon waking. He turned the pages and greedily scanned the erotic pictures. He wished he could take the magazine, but he quickly noticed a security label on each page. He checked over his shoulder once more, made sure Obi-Wan’s back was still turned to him. He tore the label off of one of the pages and quietly tore the page out. He folded it and hid it under his robe, quickly retrieved their beverages and joined Obi-Wan at the counter.
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The page he tore out was particularly intriguing. It contained multiple pictures of women in enticing positions and taking a cock in multiple holes. Anakin touched himself late at night, carefully trying to keep his emotions level, but he sometimes dreaded that Obi-Wan knew. His master always seemed to know what he was feeling.
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He wondered if Obi-Wan ever had done these sorts of things with women. It went against the Jedi code to have romantic attachments… Surely, he could have easily had lovers if he wanted to…
Anakin looked at him one day when they were negotiating with a stubborn ally and considered his features. Well-kept beard, colorful eyes, charming smile. He trailed his eyes lower. Broad shoulders and a strong but lean body. His voice was smooth and masculine, usually knowing and also often arrogant like he knew so much more than Anakin. Especially when he was scolding him.
He decided his master was fairly attractive. Anakin could hardly imagine him in those sorts of positions though, wearing those erotic expressions like the ones featured in that magazine. He was always so serious and holier-than-thou… like he was saint. Hmm. Obi-Wan was in his late 20s now though, and had no doubt grown to become so disciplined after time…. Maybe he’d participated in such elicit activities in his youth.
Anakin wished he could just ask, but had the suspicion that Obi-Wan wouldn’t give a direct answer if he was thrown off guard by a question like that. Anakin needed to wait until the question could be asked naturally.
A few weeks went by. Eventually they found themselves on a mission protecting a Zeltron girl just a bit older than Anakin. When she was not in her room when they needed to move hide-outs, they searched and discovered her in a bathroom with an older man (who turned out to be a hired mercenary sent to kill her – he fell in love with the girl) having lewd relations. It was incredibly obvious what they were up to and Anakin could barely hold in his amused delight at the red flush on Obi-Wan’s cheeks.
“H-Heillen, we need to leave this building i-immediately…” Obi-Wan asserted, clearly embarrassed as he averted his eyes. Anakin wasn’t so ashamed – he’d found the girl attractive to begin with, and her lover was muscled and vocal. She had her ankles crossed behind his neck, his cock visibly buried inside of her. Anakin swallowed dryly and remembered to keep breathing as his blood rushed south.
“Please give me one second,” She squeaked and Obi-Wan quickly moved to close the door. Anakin glanced at him as his Master sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“That was interesting,” Anakin snickered, and Obi-Wan shook his head, unamused.
Later, when they were safely at their new destination, with Heillen red-faced and locked in her room – alone – Obi-Wan and Anakin were meditating. Anakin could barely focus as usual. It seemed like such a good opportunity to approach this subject with his master.
“Master,” Anakin began, and Obi-Wan immediately sighed as if he’d been dreading this very moment. Anakin tried not to grin, the anticipation exciting him too much. He needed to reign in his feelings.
“Yes, Anakin?” Obi-Wan replied, his voice calm and composed, as ever.
“I have a question.”
“Go on,” Obi-Wan allowed, voice just slightly warier.
“What we saw earlier today… I’m not sure if I’ve ever seen something like that before…”
Obi-Wan had clearly stopped meditating by now. He sat next to Anakin on the floor, staring hard at the ground and all around looking as if he wanted to be anywhere but here with Anakin. Was he still embarrassed? Anakin had to bite his tongue and waited.
“Yes well… you are still quite young. And there is no need for… me to expose you to such things at this time.” Obi-Wan answered, dodging what Anakin was truly asking.
“I am old enough now, Master.”
“You are still a child, Anakin,” Obi-Wan argued but not unkindly, and the spark of anger so easily ignited in Anakin flared up. He bit his tongue, hard, trying to just let it pass.
“And what makes me a child? What separates me from you, an ‘adult’?” He demanded. Obi-Wan looked at him and seemed thoughtful.
“Hmm. For one thing, I, as an adult, am the only one of us allowed to drink legally in 80% of this galaxy’s bars.”
“Hah. I can get into 80% of those places, too. To them, I’m an adult. I think I’m already quite mature for my age.”
Obi-Wan grinned wryly at that. “You still have much maturing to do, Anakin. In time, you will grow into a young man. You do not need to concern yourself with these matters right now.”
Anakin tried to keep his face blank, tried to keep his irritation hidden under the surface. He hated it when Obi-Wan refused to speak to him as an adult. Anakin had already proved himself as a reliable apprentice, quick learning and strong. And his body was growing taller and more muscular, too. He’d be taller than Obi-Wan soon, he knew it.
“It is a concern right now, Master. I’m so curious to know even at this moment… If you won’t tell me, should I just ask someone else?”
Obi-Wan didn’t like that idea either.
“Anakin, Heillen and that man were engaging in sexual intercourse. It is only done in private and is a very intimate act shared between two people who are romantically involved. Generally, the Jedi are forbidden in engaging in these activities because the intimacy leads to attachment. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master, I think so… Heillen is quite young, though. And that man was much older…”
Obi-Wan’s jaw tightened at as Anakin kept pressing, too entertained by Obi-Wan’s discomfort with the topic. Obi-Wan said,
“Yes, she is much too young to be involved with another person, especially one so much older than her. That man was taking advantage of her inexperience and youthful naivety.”
“She seemed to be enjoying it, though.”
“Anakin, enough,” Obi-Wan finally said, his voice now laden with exasperation. “I will explain more when you are older.”
Obi-Wan returned to his meditation without another word, and Anakin dropped the subject for now. He would be turning 15 in two months. He could wait until then.
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Their last mission hadn’t went so well. Just when they had incapacitated their enemy, the ally they were guarding turned out to be a traitor who attacked them while they were weakened after the battle. Obi-Wan was knocked cleanly unconscious while Anakin had luckily dodged her attack at the last minute. He drew his lightsaber and attacked without thought, instinct and the rage caused by her betrayal controlling his body. He nearly cut through her shoulder fatally, but he pulled back his saber with as much restraint as he could muster and spared the girl.
Later, Obi-Wan regarded him with warmth as he thanked him for saving the both of their lives. Anakin saw his chance and took it.
“This is the third time in … 2 years? That I’ve saved us.” He teased good-naturedly, watching for Obi-Wan’s accompanying smile. “I think I’m owed a reward, don’t you?”
Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed at that suggestion, but he kept smiling. “Hmm. I’m almost afraid to ask what you consider a ‘reward,’ young one.”
“It hurts that you think so poorly of me, Master. I simply wish to know more about you,” Anakin replied innocently. Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow at this.
“About me? What do you wish to know, Anakin?”
Anakin gathered his thoughts, feeling sure of himself. He’d rehearsed this.
“Before you became a Knight, did you ever engage in… ‘those’ intimate situations we spoke about a few months ago? You say it goes against the Code… but is it truly forbidden if two people can be involved like that for only pleasure and not attachment?”
Obi-Wan seemed prepared for this. Perhaps ever since their first discussion, he’d predicted these sorts of conversations with Anakin.
“Anakin, you must understand that this subject is quite complex. Generally, it is difficult for most people to completely detach feelings from intimate relations with others. Yes, it is possible, and in those cases no, those acts do not go against one’s Jedi Code. But it’s best and more wise to avoid the possibility of a romantic attachment between yourself and others.”
“But what if… a Jedi cannot resist engaging in these acts? Surely, even Jedi desire such intimacy. Have you always resisted from such temptations, Master?”
Obi-Wan now appeared amused at Anakin’s curiosity. He sighed as if he was just realizing there were no other alternatives to the outcome of this discussion.
“It is not rare that two Padawans… alleviate their curiosity and tension in secrecy with each other. Never should one be open about it, and the relationship should conclude once one reaches the status of Knight. Anakin, as you grow older and feel stronger urges to experience such intimacy, it is okay to do this… on occasion. Just remember to not become attached; end it immediately if you begin to feel affection for your partner.”
He still was not admitting to engaging in such acts as a Padawan, himself. Anakin wondered how much he could keep pushing until Obi-Wan snapped at him. It probably wasn’t worth it.… No, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
“And if a Padawan and Master wanted to enter into such an arrangement—”
“That is strictly forbidden,” Obi-Wan interrupted quickly, tone harsh and not allowing for argument. Anakin bit his lip and waited for his master to continue. “Anakin,” he said, softer now, “A master should never take advantage of his Padawan like that, even if his apprentice consents. Not only is there an issue of the power dynamic between master and apprentice, a Padawan is often too young to engage in such activities with an adult. Perhaps most importantly, the bond between master and Padawan should be strong and of compassion, but engaging in such intimacy is sure to cause a romantic attachment between the two. Do you understand?”
As so often was the case, the Jedi code was flawed. Why must attachment make one weak? They’d had that discussion too many times, however. Anakin only nodded, sensing that his Master was no longer in the mood for his questioning.
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Anakin replayed their conversation in his head as he laid in his bed that night. He wished he could better understand Obi-Wan. The older Jedi seemed so much more experienced, and so confident in his knowledge of the way the Force operated. Earlier, he reacted with fleeting but incensed emotion when Anakin suggested an intimate relationship between master and Apprentice. Why? Did he have first-hand knowledge of the consequences of that sort of relationship?
Anakin remembered Qui-Gon Jinn well. The older man was mysterious, intelligent, well-spoken…. handsome. It seemed quite possible that Obi-Wan would be attracted to his master… or the other way around. Behind his eyelids, Anakin visualized a scene in which Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon finally gave into their attraction for one another and….
What would Obi-Wan be like, coursing with that elicit passion? Would he be submissive, allowing his Master to take the lead and touch him as he liked? Or maybe he was reluctant, either truly or just for the display, and needed to be coaxed into responding. Perhaps even he was the one to initiate the relationship, and the one to dominate in the bedroom.
What would he sound like? Would he be quiet or vocal? How would he touch his partner? Would he love to please or demand pleasure?
Anakin felt himself beginning to swell as lust washed over him. He licked his lips and unashamedly palmed his cock through his sleep clothes. The thought of Obi-Wan behaving lewdly was more arousing than he would have anticipated. Would his master be rough or gentle? Would he top his partner or bottom for him? Did he like it both ways?
Anakin stifled a moan and slipped his hand inside of his underwear, taking his hard cock into his fist. How would Obi-Wan touch him? He stroked himself from root to tip and imagined it was his Master’s hand, tight and warm. “Oh…” he exhaled lowly, thumbing his sensitive slit before stroking himself quickly. Would Obi-Wan watch his cock or his face? Would he get on his knees for Anakin, offer up his mouth for his student to use?
“Master…” Anakin breathed, his head swimming with lust. He wanted his master in this bed right now, watching his apprentice touch himself while fantasizing about him. Would he want Anakin to touch him? To kiss his skin and suck on his cock? Anakin swallowed, wishing he could taste his master. He would do an excellent job of pleasing him; he’d suck him until he was shaking and moaning and coming across Anakin’s tongue. And then when Obi-Wan was pleased he’d pull Anakin closer and wrap his big hand around him and jerk his apprentice’s leaking cock until Anakin was—
“Ah, Master, please…” Anakin gasped, shaking with his sudden release, coming in his underwear. He rocked into his fist and pumped his cock until he couldn’t handle the stimulation anymore, groaning with how good his orgasm felt. He rolled over onto his stomach and panted harshly into his pillow, holding the head of his wet cock until he came down from his high.
A couple of minutes later, he moved to change into clean clothes, frowning with the shame of releasing in his underwear at his age. He hadn’t anticipated his orgasm at all, totally surprised when it overcame him. The thought of touching Obi-Wan and of Obi-Wan touching him… did mysterious things to him.
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The next morning, he thought he felt Obi-Wan’s eyes lingering on the back of his neck whenever he turned around. But he was probably just being paranoid.
“You’re in good spirits today, Anakin,” he stated as they sat down to each lunch. “Did you sleep well last night?”
Anakin flicked his eyes to his master’s. Did he know? Anakin couldn’t read his tone, or his mood. He looked only curious.
“I slept very well, Master. Did you?”
“I had some trouble falling asleep,” Obi-Wan replied, and Anakin swore his tone was slightly accusatory. Obi-Wan’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “But I really can’t complain.”
They ate their lunch in mostly silence, Anakin turning their interaction over and over in his head. If Obi-Wan knew, was that him showing his approval? Had he also fantasized about his apprentice in such a way? Anakin felt his throat go dry at the thought, and he swallowed some water and reoriented his attention. It wouldn’t bode well for his training if his mind was left in his bedroom all day.
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“Stop sulking, Padawan,” Obi-Wan said as they walked into the Xunonia bar on the planet of Borleias. Anakin huffed and rolled his eyes, uncaring of Obi-Wan’s subsequent disappointed sigh. Obi-Wan had scolded him earlier in the middle of their current (now concluded) mission, blaming his rash decision making on the escape of their enemy. They’d caught up with him soon enough, but Obi-Wan still made sure to give Anakin an earful. He was so aggravating sometimes, acting as if he himself never made any mistakes.
“It is my role as your teacher and master to correct you when you are wrong,” he’d said after they holographically reported their mission as successful. They’d be returning to Coruscant to give their detailed report to the Council tomorrow and receive a new briefing. Tonight however, Obi-Wan decided they could both enjoy a drink at this bar which served alcohol to any human life form 15 and older. Their alcohol was not as poisonous on this planet as it so usually was on others. Obi-Wan decided that a couple of drinks would not hurt their performance tomorrow.
Anakin was happy to order alcohol with his master, but he wouldn’t let it show. His master was too harsh on most days, and he deserved to feel the cold shoulder every now and again for that. He could call Anakin childish all he wanted; it seemed to displease him when Anakin was short and quiet with him, and that was enough fuel for Anakin’s behavior.
Anakin trailed away from his Master after ordering his drink. He’d sit on their other side and leave Obi-Wan with his thoughts. Maybe he’d regret speaking so unkindly to his apprentice and apologize later. Anakin smirked humorlessly to himself; as if his master would apologize about any of his treatment towards his Padawan.
He sat at a stool between an oversized, furry alien and a slimy man? woman? He brought the drink to his lips and tried not to grimace at the unpleasant flavor; he was old enough now to expertly handle his liquor. His eyes roamed the room and they landed on Obi-Wan, already being chatted up by a Chiss woman. Her body was built more rigid than a human’s, but her face was pretty and feminine. Obi-Wan was sipping his drink and smiling charmingly at her, nodding at whatever she was saying.
Anakin frowned. He took a longer swig from his drink and continued to watch them. Was Obi-Wan enamored by that woman? She stood taller than either of them, and her red eyes shined dimly as she smiled. Surely, Obi-Wan had better taste. But he seemed to be enjoying their conversation, laughing at whatever the woman said as she rested a hand on his shoulder. Perhaps his master was planning right now on inviting the woman to their quarters tonight, or maybe he would follow her to her place. He’d let this woman touch him and then he’d fuck her and spill across her skin or even inside of her…. All while Anakin was sure to share his bed with no one tonight, as always. He gritted his teeth.
She placed her mouth at Obi-Wan’s ear so that only he could hear her next words, and Anakin couldn’t stand to watch anymore. He quickly finished his drink and stood to make his way over to his master and this woman so eager for his company.
He approached them from Obi-Wan’s back, keeping his presence hidden. He caught the woman’s eyes and the look he sent her had her tensing even more rigidly, and she removed her hand from Obi-Wan’s shoulder before his master turned to look at him. Anakin let the warning on his face slip away, but he’d done enough; the Chiss woman cast him a withering look and slinked off.
“Have you decided to be social, now?” Obi-Wan teased, apparently unconcerned with his new friend’s departure. A strange relief settled in Anakin’s chest.
“I was thinking, Master,” Anakin said, taking a seat next to him. Obi-Wan raised his brows and waited for him to continue. “I think we should celebrate tonight. This was our 40th successful mission together as master and apprentice.”
“Hmm, yes that is quite an accomplishment to be proud of and to commemorate,” Obi-Wan agreed, obviously pleased now that Anakin had appeared to forget his anger. “What are you suggesting?”
“A contest,” Anakin replied. “A drinking context,” he elaborated. Obi-Wan seemed taken aback for a split second before he grinned and chuckled.
“Oh, do you think that’s a good idea? I’m not sure if I can approve of my young Padawan drinking himself silly,” Obi-Wan said, amused and likely not even considering saying yes.
“I turned 15 and a half a couple of days ago. I am nearly a man grown,” Anakin insisted, drawing up his shoulders for emphasis. Obi-Wan’s eyes twinkled.
“You still have much growing to do, young one.” Anakin refused to pout, though the urge was strong. His master could be so frustrating. He never wanted Anakin to have his way. Obi-Wan continued, “Besides, this is the only drink I’m having tonight,” and he rattled the ice in his half-empty glass.
“Why don’t you enjoy having fun, Master?” Anakin inquired, half-way sarcastic. Obi-Wan found this amusing, too.
“Our definitions of fun are quite different, my friend. You should know that us Jedi should not enjoy the luxury of alcohol too often, or consume too much of it. Perhaps another time.”
“You always say that, Master,” Anakin said, refusing to drop the subject. He tried to keep the petulance out of his voice. “You always say that you’ll humor me in the future or when I’m older, but have I not already proved myself? Yes, I have much to learn from you, but in many ways I am already your equal.”
Obi-Wan did not respond right away, choosing instead to study his student with thoughtful eyes. He hummed and took a sip of his drink, looking away from Anakin for just a moment. “And in many ways, you are still far behind.”
Anakin could have screamed. Why did Obi-Wan treat him so poorly? Why must he constantly remind Anakin of his place and make him feel like his lesser? Did he care nothing of his apprentice’s feelings?
No…. this anger would resolve nothing. Anakin steadied himself with a deep breath. In, and out. Think of an alternative.
“I’m sorry, Master. I should be more appreciative of your training,” Anakin responded with a cool head, trying his hand at sincerity. Obi-Wan’s eyebrows shot up at this, clearly shocked at his student’s uncharacteristic response. Anakin smiled amicably. “Please, have another drink with me. I wish for us to enjoy this evening together.”
Obi-Wan looked somewhat wary, but he eventually agreed and even allowed Anakin to choose his drink. Anakin checked the menu for the strongest one and ordered it for the both of them. Even Obi-Wan scrunched up his nose at the taste. It was kind of funny.
Anakin made sure to keep his Master in a good mood, keeping the conversation light and his responses warm and attentive. Obi-Wan was so attractive when he was smiling and relaxed, his blue eyes shining with joy at the end of another day lived and in good health. Even as a child, Anakin had noticed Obi-Wan’s appreciation of life itself, drawing his apprentice’s attention to all of the wonders they often overlooked. Anakin wished he could find that sort of inner peace within himself. Maybe in time and with meditation, as his master said, he would discover it.
He convinced Obi-Wan to order just one more drink with him. His Master was already affected by his first two drinks, his smile softer than usual. He did not drink often by anyone’s standards, so three drinks was likely enough to impair his rigid judgment. Anakin just wanted to pull him closer right now, press him up against the bar and feel him up in front of everyone else without a care. Anakin calmed himself before he could let the heat cloud his mind and become apparent to Obi-Wan.
Anakin inwardly cheered when Obi-Wan tipped his head back for the last bit of his third drink. His cheeks were flushed now, his eyelids heavier. Anakin was feeling it too, even more of a lightweight than his Master. He wanted them to leave now and enjoy the pleasant warmth of the alcohol in the privacy of their rented bedroom.
They got a cab there, Anakin being unable to resist leaning heavily into his master’s side. He smelled so nice even after a long day, and Obi-Wan didn’t move away when Anakin rested his hand on top of his own. Anakin could barely refrain from crawling into his lap, and he would have if this cab had a privacy curtain. He wanted Obi-Wan to understand just how he affected his apprentice; Anakin wanted to kiss his mouth and bite his neck and grind his cock into the hollow of his hip.
Finally, they arrived and Obi-Wan helped Anakin stumble out of the cab. Obi-Wan paid the driver and then Anakin was wrapping his arm around Obi-Wan’s waist and pulling him to the door of their inn. Obi-Wan actually giggled in a manner that Anakin was sure he’d never heard before, and his master steadied their footing as they drunkenly walked. Anakin stroked his hand slowly down his master’s back, loving the heat of Obi-Wan’s skin even through his layers.
This was such a good idea, Anakin was sure of it. Soon, he’d have Obi-Wan in his bed, writhing under Anakin’s skilled touch, begging for his apprentice to please don’t stop.
When they got to the room, Obi-Wan helped Anakin to his bed, trying to unlatch his apprentice from his side but Anakin didn’t budge.
“Anakin, time for bed, young one,” Obi-Wan chuckled, gently prying his fingers from his overtunic. Anakin pulled away only to face his master and said,
“Sleep in my bed tonight, Master.” He held his gaze and reached his hand out to settle it on Obi-Wan’s hip. Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“You have had a lot to drink, Anakin; you’re making strange requests,” Obi-Wan simply replied, but Anakin insisted,
“I didn’t ask for enough of a… reward, Master. When I saved you last time… I only wanted an answer that you never gave,” he hurried, not sure how to read Obi-Wan’s eyes. “But really I deserve something more…. And not just me, you would deserve it too, Master.”
“Anakin, you’re rambling and you’re intoxicated,” Obi-Wan responded, his eyes clearer now as if some of the alcohol’s effects were wearing off. “Let’s save this for the morning.”
“I want you to relax and forget about your… stress and problems for a night. I just want to make you feel good, Master.” He stroked his thumb in circles over Obi-Wan’s hip as he spoke, wanting to remove his clothes and instead touch his bare skin.
Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed at this, and he stilled Anakin by gripping his wrist tightly.
“If you are suggesting what I think you are, you should know better even in your current state, Padawan,” he said grievously. “I’ve already explained to you why such inclinations and affairs are forbidden.”
“No one else has to know! I’m only asking for one night… I am as tall as you now; I should be considered an adult already, I feel,” Anakin pressed, attempting to keep the pain free from his face at Obi-Wan’s harsh grip.
“You are still a child, Anakin. I am not attracted to children,” Obi-Wan hissed, right to the point. Anakin bared his teeth, was about to lash out and let his anger overcome him.
But then Obi-Wan’s words fully registered in his mind and he faltered as if he’d been punched in the gut. Obi-Wan didn’t want him. Was this pain caused by his rejection? It hurt more than Anakin could have imagined, like a sharp stab in his ribs. Obi-Wan must have sensed his wounded feelings soon enough because then his grip fell away from Anakin’s wrist and he said more softly,
“I do not mean to hurt you, my Padawan. It is obvious that you will become an attractive young man one day. Please understand that you are simply too young for me to even entertain such thoughts. Even more so, as your master, such desires would never be an option.”
His kind words partially soothed his pain, but Anakin still wanted to ask for more. Obi-Wan’s reasons for why they shouldn’t would never be enough to deter Anakin.
“I’ve thought about this a lot Master, I know what I’m asking for… I’m not too young,” Anakin said. Obi-Wan smiled almost sadly and lifted his hand to lightly stroke his fingers over his cheek.
“I empathize with you, my Padawan. This is a tumultuous time for you in your life; your body is changing and it can be difficult to adapt to new wants and urges. In a few years, you’ll feel more stable and your desires will shift as you become more experienced in such matters.”
Anakin turned his head, brushed his lips over his Master’s palm and whispered, “Shouldn’t my first experiences be with someone I trust?” He kept Obi-Wan’s eyes, saw the brief heat there, and then just as soon Obi-Wan was jerking his hand away as if he’d been burned by his student.
He stepped away and quickly retired to his own bed before Anakin could reach out to him. Without looking at his student, Obi-Wan said,
“Get some sleep. I’ll be merciful and pretend that this exchange never happened,” As he removed his boots and outer apparel, he concluded, “It would be best if you forget it altogether.”
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This did not sit well with Anakin. He would have to change Obi-Wan’s mind.
His master was so strong-willed though, rarely ever bending to his student’s wishes no matter how Anakin tried. The alcohol seemed to loosen him up and forget about his oh-so-important composed and wise persona, at least for a short time. Anakin needed to find something stronger than alcohol that would relax Obi-Wan even more and allow him to forget his inhibitions for once. Anakin had seen the wanting in his eyes that night, however brief. And he felt the ripple in his Force Signature, a blip of chaos caused by Anakin’s offer.
Anakin would simply need to prove to him that there was nothing truly wrong with giving into his desire for his student.
An opportunity presented itself while they were on a mission at the planet of Charis. Charis was one of the largest industrial planets in this galaxy and carried a number of questionable or shady merchants. Anyone could present their wares if someone from the Trition Trade Route council approved it, and those guys didn’t care what was out on the market if their pockets were stuffed with money.
Obi-Wan was looking for a rare type of ship fuel and Anakin veered another way when we had the chance. He also had something he wanted to find, but wasn’t sure where it could be located among the hundreds of shops in this huge marketplace. He walked mostly aimlessly for a few minutes, eyeing the different merchants and stalls. He caught the eye of a merchant selling exotic scents and perfumes when he felt the presence of someone about to reach out to him. He turned and it was a taller, human-looking man approaching him curiously.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here, young man,” the man said, and his voice was deep and gruff.
“You live on this planet?” Anakin said, studying the man’s appearance. Dark, curly hair, tall and strong stature, yellow-ish skin and nice face covered in a simplistic, black tattoo. He looked like a Mirialan. And, he didn’t speak to Anakin as if he were a child, calling him a young man.
“I trade here often,” the Mirialan explained. “The name is Xeke.”
“Anakin.” They shook hands before Xeke said,
“Are you looking for something in particular? Maybe I can guide you in the right direction.”
Anakin smiled, thinking that he’d gotten lucky today. This guy looked like he knew exactly where Anakin could find his item. “Yes, actually. I’m looking for an elixir or something of that nature that induces irresistible lust.”
“Irresistible lust?” The man repeated, laughing. He ran a hand through his wild hair and pointed to an empty walkway between two columns of stalls. Anakin followed him there, and Xeke continued, “What effects are you looking for, exactly?”
“The consumer will be overwhelmed by lust and heavily susceptible to his inner desires,” Anakin elaborated. Xeke grinned slyly at him.
“Well, that doesn’t sound very legal.”
“Surely, one of these merchants sells such an item under the table?” Anakin pressed, reading the knowing glint in Xeke’s eyes. He knew more than he was letting on. Xeke gestured towards Anakin’s clothing.
“You’re a Jedi, aren’t you? You undercover?”
“No, and I’d have to tell you if I was,” Anakin lied; this stranger was lucky that Anakin was willing to be risky if he could sway Obi-Wan’s judgment. He felt a little guilty for being deceitful towards his master, but he knew that Obi-Wan would soon realize that his reservations meant little compared to the pleasure they could experience together.
Xeke was apparently satisfied with his answer. He led Anakin to a stall multiple columns away. A toad-like merchant was selling incense and candles. Xeke leaned over to him and said something low, and the merchant looked at Anakin and smiled charmingly. The toad-like man reached inside a hidden compartment of his stall and pulled out a vial. Anakin looked at Xeke.
“And this will do exactly what I described earlier?”
“You can test a small dose yourself of course,” Xeke suggested, “but I can already tell you that it is what you’re looking for. It’s called Essence of Alduice.”
“Fine, good,” Anakin said, paying for the vial. He took it in his hand, studying the liquid inside. It was dark like mud inside the glass, but had the same consistency as water. Anakin supposed that he would have to test it himself if he wanted to know an appropriate dose for his master. He briefly thanked the merchant and Xeke and began to walk away.
“Anakin,” Xeke called after he’d taken a few steps, and Anakin looked over his shoulder as Xeke followed after him. “I would be happy to offer you company for your test; I’ve taken this drug before and I’ll be able to… guide you through your experience.”
Anakin considered his offer. He found Xeke quite attractive, and Xeke looked at him as if he was a man, unlike most adults. Perhaps his company would be enjoyable.
“Alright. We’ll need to make it fast though; I’m meeting someone in about an hour outside of this station. Are there any secluded areas in here?”
“Follow me,” Xeke said, positively leering now that Anakin agreed to basically fool around with him. They walked into a maze of deserted stalls until they found an area was completely empty, and Xeke assured him they would not be disturbed here. Anakin took the vial from his pocket and eyed it.
“How long will the effects last?”
“The more you take, the longer they last. Obviously, the effects are also stronger with a stronger dose. I would say that for most people, swallowing a couple of drops is enough to feel mild effects that should last about 20 minutes,” Xeke explained, already crowding into Anakin’s space. Anakin held up his hand and gestured for him to back off for a moment while he unscrewed the lid. Conveniently, a small dropper was attached to the lid, allowing him to carefully measure his dosage.
Without further thought, Anakin tipped his head back and squeezed two drops over his tongue. The taste was synthetic and like poison, though thankfully mild. He hoped it would easily be masked in a flavorful drink. He swallowed the liquid and screwed the lid back on the vial before putting it away.
“How long does it take to kick in?” Anakin asked, realizing he should have done so before swallowing any of the essence.
“Just a few minutes, usually,” Xeke replied, sliding his arm around Anakin’s waist to pull him flush against his body. Xeke was a good deal taller so Anakin’s head was level with his chest, and already Xeke’s cock was straining against his stomach.
“Okay, then wait,” Anakin huffed, pushing away his companion. He was not yet in the mood to be touched in such a way. Xeke nearly bared his teeth, but instead he just grumbled and turned away to watch for any unsuspecting onlookers.
Anakin hoped that he wasn’t wasting his time. How else would he easily convince Obi-Wan to give in and let Anakin pleasure him? This essence also needed to be quite strong; Anakin wouldn’t have another chance to manipulate Obi-Wan in this way. If he failed this time, it was likely Obi-Wan would never again let his guard down around his apprentice.
A few minutes passed. Anakin stared at the back of Xeke’s shoulders and was about to complain about not feeling anything, but he quickly bit his tongue. He inhaled and exhaled sharply as a warm heat spread from his center to his entire body. He felt his dick swell with blood and instantly strain against his leggings, and Anakin was suddenly feeling way too hot under his clothes. He rid himself of his outer robe and overtunic and gasped as the rough fabric of his undertunic brushed over his sensitive nipples.
Xeke must have heard him because he turned around and grinned before he walked up to Anakin and pressing him up against the wall.
“Ah, mmm,” Anakin moaned, his greedy hands pulling Xeke closer by his hips so that he could grind his prick against him. “Oh, Force,” he whispered, the friction so good. Xeke’s body was warm and inviting, and Anakin wanted all of him. This friction was glorious but not nearly enough. He felt like he was instantly on the edge of cumming yet would never be able to fall. Xeke laughed lowly, grabbing Anakin’s ass and pressing himself impossibly closer. He lowered his head to lick and suck at Anakin’s neck, and Anakin moaned again and went almost limp in his grip. His head was swimming with the elevated sensations.
“You like that?” Xeke whispered as he raised his hand and began to fondle Anakin’s balls through his leggings.
“Oh, yes, please…” Anakin groaned, thrusting his hips desperately. He needed so much more.
“I think you’d enjoy a nice big cock in your mouth, wouldn’t you boy?”
“Ah… yes,” Anakin said too easily, his head foggy. He couldn’t think of any reasons to not want to fall on his knees for this strange man who had suddenly stopped referring to him as an adult. He slinked down and felt his mouth watering, his own dick twitching as he eyed the tent in Xeke’s pants. He pulled them down just enough to release his cock, big and dark and waiting for Anakin’s mouth.
He'd never done this before, only imagined doing it to Obi-Wan. Thoughtless, he leaned forward and started mouthing at the head. It was obvious that this man had not showered in a couple of days, but the taste did not bother him at all. The underlying taste of flesh and the feel of his heavy cockhead on his tongue was intoxicating, and Anakin eagerly slid down further to take more into his mouth.
“Mmm, that’s good boy…. Make sure to wrap those pretty lips around your teeth now,” Xeke ordered, and Anakin groaned and did as he was told. He reached down into his pants and nearly cried at the sweet friction against his cock as he fisted himself hard. Anakin stroked his thumb hard over his leaking slit and felt so close. He shook, moaning around the thick cock in his mouth and his jaw falling slack. “Little slut…” Xeke hissed, his big hands gripping Anakin’s jaw hard as he pressed deeper.
Anakin gagged, overwhelmed as Xeke pushed his prick into his throat. Xeke groaned and stilled his hips when Anakin’s lips were touching his balls and he couldn’t press forward anymore. Shuddering, Xeke finally pulled back and thrust forward, again, and again, and again. Anakin pumped his own aching dick hard through it all. He couldn’t breathe whenever Xeke’s cock was in his throat but the lightheaded feeling just excited him further. His balls were tight and painful at this point, and his hand was wet with precum, but he still couldn’t come. He would do whatever Xeke wanted as long as he’d get Anakin off in the end.
Xeke continued to use Anakin’s mouth as a fucktoy and Anakin couldn’t tell if time was passing or not. Did he need to be anywhere right now? He couldn’t remember… he couldn’t think straight at all. Eventually, Xeke groaned hard and stilled, his cock still lodged down Anakin’s throat as he emptied his balls, choking Anakin.
He pulled out and Anakin coughed, semen dribbling from his nose and lips. His eyes and cheeks were wet with tears, even further evidence of his indecent behavior. He took a few shuddering breaths and swallowed hard. His cock and balls were aching so badly. He needed his release now.
“Master, please…” He whined, forgetting where he was. Xeke pulled his pants up and hauled Anakin to his feet.
“Kinky," he chuckled, grinding his palm against Anakin’s cock through his clothes. Anakin gasped, the touch of another so much better than his own. He could feel himself coming down from the drug, but he still wanted to cum just as badly. Xeke wouldn’t have to do much, could probably just hold his cock and still have him spilling.
In a brief moment of clarity, he felt Obi-Wan’s presence very near. Anakin stilled and pushed Xeke away forcefully. His master was looking for him because they were supposed to meet up earlier… Fuck. “What’s your deal?” Xeke said, angry.
“Get out of here. You need to leave now,” Anakin commanded with as much authority as he could currently manage. Xeke stared at him for a moment before he rolled his eyes.
“Well, thanks for the blowjob, you little whore.”
As he was skulking away, Anakin felt the unbearable urge to slice him in half with his saber. But he knew Obi-Wan would find him within moments, so he couldn’t risk it. Still foggy-headed, he wiped at his face with his sleeve and tried to remove all of the spit and cum. He also adjusted his hard-on so that it wasn’t as noticeable, and he nearly cried at the friction that would be fruitless. Damn his master for being so perceptive.
Just as he was exiting the deserted area, Obi-Wan spotted him from another stall and walked up to him. He looked suspicious.
“Anakin, where were you…. Are you alright?” His voice was tinged with concern as he looked closer at his face. “Have you been crying?”
“Oh,” Anakin replied lamely, wiping again at his wet eyes. He really hoped he’d gotten rid of all the jizz. “I’m sorry for being late Master, I was just….” He trailed off and lowered his eyes, trying to mask his relative incoherence with fake emotion. He must have been a good actor, because Obi-Wan said softly,
“Your mother?”
“Yes,” Anakin replied a little too quickly. “I, uh, saw something at one of the stalls that she would have liked as a present….” Obi-Wan nodded understandingly.
“I know you miss her. The life of a Jedi is not an easy one, my young Padawan,” Obi-Wan said, clasping a sympathetic hand on Anakin’s shoulder.
Anakin stifled a gasp and tried not to react at all as his dick strained hard inside his underwear. Just that simple touch from the man he desired most was pulling him closer to that edge. Force, Obi-Wan could probably just tell him to cum and Anakin would do it.
He wanted to pull Obi-Wan away to that secluded area right now and show him his new skills. His jaw was sore but he would bear the pain as long as his master was falling apart underneath his tongue and telling Anakin that he was a good little slut. Anakin wanted to hear him moan and feel him shaking and taste his cum sliding down his throat. He wanted—
“Anakin?” Obi-Wan said cautiously, pulling away.
“No!” Anakin refused, moving to clasp his Master’s hand tightly. An instant later he remembered himself and quickly let his hand fall away.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Anakin?” Obi-Wan said, concerned but also wary as he cautiously put some distance between them.
“I’m sorry, Master. I just want to get back to our ship now,” he replied, ashamed of his behavior and for trusting a stranger. This essence was lasting a lot longer than Xeke had told him it would. He was too careless sometimes. Thankfully, Obi-Wan only nodded and led them back to their ship.
Later, when the drug had completely worn off and Anakin was trying to sleep, intrusive thoughts kept him awake. He kept hearing Xeke’s voice and his rough manhandling. Anakin hated himself for letting that barbarian treat him such a way. It reminded him of memories that he’d tried to repress for years now. When he was a child and a slave on Tatooine, one of his owner’s attendants was a big, mean man who had terrible fantasies. To him, Anakin was a…
Anakin groaned loudly into his pillow, willing the thoughts away. He sat up in his bed and began to meditate, wishing he possessed his master’s skill. He struggled to keep his mind empty, but kept trying to find his inner serenity. Eventually, he must have passed out because he woke up the next morning, slumped awkwardly with an ache in his neck. He rubbed at it as he began his day, feeling hungover from the essence but otherwise feeling good. Despite the events of the day before, he was excited about finally acquiring the thing he needed to sway his master’s mind.
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Anakin had to proceed very cautiously; he’d only get one shot at this. He would need to hide the drug in Obi-Wan’s drink in a place where they could easily find comfortable privacy. To do it while they were alone would instantly give Anakin away as the poisoner, however in a public setting his master would assume another perpetrator. The usual bar did not afford privacy other than a multiple stall bathroom, however, so Anakin needed to again wait for the right time and place to present itself. He was becoming frustrated with all of this patience he was forced to have; Obi-Wan would have been quite proud if only Anakin could share the secret of his training.
His 16th birthday had recently passed when the two found themselves on a mission to Orinda, investigating a rumored Jedi assassin attempting to bribe their allies. Tonight, they were going on a lead that told them this assassin frequented a “pleasure” bar named Tanawind. This place offered not only interesting alcohol but each table had its own little hookah bar. The hookah was strong and customers could choose to inhale scents that induced dizziness, colorful visuals behind the eyes, relaxation, giddiness. They even had a scent labeled as an aphrodisiac, and for this reason they offered private rooms that customers could escape to at any time, as long as they paid the entry fee.
Anakin surveyed his surroundings as Obi-Wan went up to the bar to question the bartenders. The atmosphere was quite inviting; the furniture and walls were black and the lighting was dim, though colorful strings of lights hung down from the ceiling. A chill beat sounded through the speakers in the ceiling. Many couples were here enjoying the hookah, some of them not even bothering with a room and touching each other in plain sight.
This was Anakin’s chance. He had to give Obi-Wan the essence tonight.
Obi-Wan returned to his side after a few minutes at the bar. Anakin asked, “Did they know our target?”
“Yes. He was here two nights ago and they said that he’ll probably be back tomorrow night or the next. We need to come back here then and arrest him,” Obi-Wan explained, and Anakin nodded his agreement.
“Great. We’ll catch him off guard completely and take him easily.”
“Let’s hope, but we must never be too confident, young one,” Obi-Wan said knowingly, and Anakin had to bite his cheek. He wondered why Obi-Wan loved to lecture him at any given moment. Anakin had heard this already before. He just nodded for now, his own personal mission at the forefront of his mind.
“You’re right, Master. I’m just glad that our lead was right. This is an intriguing establishment,” He commented as off-handedly as he could, glancing around. Obi-Wan did the same, taking in the surroundings.
“Hmm, yes it is. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to one of these types of bars.”
“Did you see their drink specials tonight? I’ve never even heard of some of the liquors they’re advertising,” Anakin continued, keeping his tone light. He did not want to outright ask to stay for a drink; Obi-Wan needed to be one to make that suggestion so that he wouldn’t be suspicious of his apprentice’s motives.
“Would you like to try one?” Obi-Wan asked, almost too easily. Anakin wasn’t very surprised; their last couple of missions had been dangerous and stressful, and they hadn’t had much of a break at all recently. His master was likely eager for the chance at some brief relaxation that did not involve meditation.
“I’m not sure if I’m old enough to order at this bar, Master,” Anakin replied, hoping that the inconvenience wouldn’t change Obi-Wan’s mind.
“I’m sure they’ll believe that you’re of age if you’re persuasive enough,” he said slyly and winked at his apprentice. Anakin grinned back at him; apparently, Obi-Wan felt that he was owed a break, too.
They went up to the bar to order their drinks. As the bartenders were preparing them, Anakin suggested, “Why don’t you find us a table, Master, and I will bring our drinks over?” He kept his mind free of his ill intentions as he spoke, not allowing Obi-Wan to sense that anything was amiss.
Obi-Wan didn’t sense anything off. He simply agreed and walked over to one of the tables while Anakin pulled the vial from his robes and discreetly measured the dose. There were maybe six drops left in the small vial, but he figured that four would be enough to thoroughly seduce his master. Two drops had Anakin completely at the mercy of a stranger; he was sure that even his master wouldn’t be able to fight a dose two times stronger.
The bartender placed their drinks up on the counter. He thanked the man and paid, and then he quickly dropped the essence into Obi-Wan’s drink. He observed the color and the smell and decided that the liquor effectively masked everything. His hands shook as he took the glasses; he had to remember to breathe calmly as his heart sped up in his excitement. Finally, after nearly two years of waiting, he would soon have his master all to himself for the night.
When he joined Obi-Wan at one of the small, round tables, his master smiled stunningly at him. Anakin paused before setting down the drinks, matching his smile.
“You’re in a good mood, Master,” Anakin commented, sitting down beside him.
“I was just thinking about my last meeting with the Council,” Obi-Wan began, sliding his drink closer to himself. Anakin tried not to stare at it. “Master Yoda informed me that he is quite pleased with your progress, and predicts that you will be ready for your trials sooner that most Padawans typically are.”
“You’re being serious, Master?” Anakin said, momentarily overjoyed at the news. He grinned in delight when Obi-Wan nodded with warmth.
“Yes, Anakin. I am so proud of you,” he praised, and Anakin felt his chest tighten because he didn’t get to hear that often from his master. Sometimes, Anakin felt that the thing he truly desired most was his master’s approval and affection. Perhaps this was why he desired for his touch so much; to be given proof of that affection and approval, and to be wanted. He needed Obi-Wan to want him more than he wanted anyone else.
Obi-Wan took a sip of his drink and a pang of guilt rang through Anakin’s chest. One part of him sought to stop and forget his perverse intentions, but the other part kept screaming ‘this is your only chance.’ Anakin could end this right now before Obi-Wan ever found out about his dark fantasies….
“I owe so much of my success to you, Master,” he said instead, sincere even as he watched Obi-Wan consume more of the poison. “Truly, I am gracious for your teachings and… for your patience with me,” he added. Obi-Wan smiled warmly at him, and Anakin continued, “I wish that when I am a Knight, that they will still keep us as a team. I don’t want you to take on another apprentice…”
“Careful, your words echo an attachment, my Padawan,” Obi-Wan replied simply. His eyes crinkled at the corners. “But I will still be your Master for a while yet, Anakin.”
“Yes…” Anakin said, mouth going dry as he watched Obi-Wan get through half of his drink. Very soon, he would be feeling the effects. Anakin took a sip of his own drink and willed his emotions to remain calm and pure.
They conversed briefly about the plan for tomorrow. Anakin would walk into the bar first and survey everyone, and would notify Obi-Wan as soon as he spotted their man. Then, Obi-Wan would enter and sit beside the man while Anakin notified him of his arrest. If the assassin tried to fight or to run, Obi-Wan would be there to catch him off guard, and then the both of them would secure him if needed. It would be fairly easy if the assassin was not expecting them.
Anakin couldn’t stop himself from glancing repeatedly at Obi-Wan’s glass, his heart missing a beat when only ice was left. Obi-Wan continued,
“We should also consider the possibility of him having allies on the inside. If that is the case—” he paused, looking curiously at Anakin. In an instant, Anakin watched as Obi-Wan’s pupils dilated to the point that nearly his entire iris was black.
“Master?” Anakin inquired with fake concern, trying not to sound giddy. Obi-Wan raised a hand and ran his fingers through his own hair, his breathing uneven and his complexion darkening with a blush.
“We… need to leave,” is all he could manage, voice quivering as he stood from the table. Already, his forehead was glistening with sweat. Anakin stood as well and took hold of Obi-Wan’s hand. Obi-Wan made a choked sound and nearly yanked his hand away, but Anakin held on firmly and began to lead him near the exit without a word. With his back to Obi-Wan, Anakin let his wicked smile spread across his face. His master was now within his control, likely willing to do anything to sate the heat he was undoubtedly feeling.
Before they reached the exit, Anakin changed course and led them to one of the private rooms. Obi-Wan did not protest, likely unaware of the altered route. Anakin opened the door and hit the lights, appraising their room. It was relatively spacious, and while there was no bed, wide padded benches sat connected along two of the walls. The scent of vanilla permeated the space, and the music could still be heard through the walls. It was better than a dingy bathroom stall, at least.
“Please have a seat, Master,” Anakin breathed, guiding Obi-Wan over to a bench and pressing on his shoulders until he was seated.
“Anakin…” Obi-Wan said slowly, obviously confused as he stared up at his student. That pang of guilt returned, but Anakin convinced himself that this was the only way.
“It’s alright, master, you are safe with me,” Anakin assured, shrugging off his overtunic. “Don’t worry about anything right now and just let me take care of you.” Anakin licked his lips as he joined his master, parting his knees so that they pressed on either side of Obi-Wan’s hips. Obi-Wan watched his movements with wide pupils, making no effort to move or push his student away. Anakin lowered his body and gasped at the feel of his Master’s hard cock straining against him.
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan exclaimed breathily, eyes glazing over as he grabbed his student’s hips without thought. His fingers were like claws against Anakin’s skin, but he somehow resisted moving his apprentice or his hips.
“Don’t fight it, Master…” Anakin breathed, skimming his fingers over Obi-Wan’s jaw. So close now, he could count his individual eyelashes and observe the beginnings of lines around his eyes. Anakin smiled in amazement and leaned forward, watching his master carefully as he closed the distance between them and kissed his mouth.
Obi-Wan made another sound, equally wanting and resisting. He made a small effort to push Anakin off of him, but this time his student had the upper hand. Slowly, Anakin began to rock his hips down, grinding his toned ass against Obi-Wan’s straining prick.
Obi-Wan moaned, his lips parting sweetly for Anakin as he tasted his master for the first time. The alcohol was still heavy on his breath as Anakin kissed him deeply, his own head swimming with desire and power. He’d wanted this for so long, and now here he was, touching his master and listening to his lovely noises. And Obi-Wan gave in beautifully, simultaneously sliding his tongue over Anakin’s and grinding up against his student’s body.
“Force, Anakin…” Obi-Wan moaned as he pulled away for a shuddering breath, his hips rolling deliciously under Anakin’s. “Why do you feel so good?” he questioned breathlessly, pulling Anakin’s hips down now for harder friction. Even through the layers of their clothing, Anakin could feel his hard member sliding against his asshole, and the need inside of Anakin ignited hotly. He began to speak but Obi-Wan leaned up and captured his lips again, sucking softly on his bottom lip and then his tongue.
Anakin moaned, thrusting his hips forward to grind his twitching cock against his master’s hard stomach. Obi-Wan sighed sweetly into his mouth and adjusted their position so that Anakin’s cock could grind perfectly against his own. Anakin shivered and tipped his head back, exhaling harshly at Obi-Wan’s sinewy, practiced movements and sure hands. His eyes nearly rolled back at the addictive pleasure as his master skillfully pushed their bodies to that peak.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said again, voice thick with pleasure. Anakin looked back down at him and groaned at his slackened features; he was totally gone. Obi-Wan pulled him closer so that he could mouth at his neck, all the way from his collarbone to his ear. His soft lips were like wet heat against his skin. “We need to stop,” he whispered hoarsely into Anakin’s ear.
“No, Master,” Anakin denied, pulling back and stroking his fingers over Obi-Wan’s cock through his leggings. He felt it twitch in his hand as Obi-Wan swore.
“Anakin, stop,” Obi-Wan repeated, more clearly this time. Anakin frowned at the bit of clarity that had returned to his eyes.
“Please, Master, don’t push me away,” Anakin pleaded breathlessly, drawing up onto his knees and grabbing his own hard dick through his leggings. “This is what you do to me, Master. Always, every night…. Please let me touch you…” He leaned forward to kiss at Obi-Wan’s neck, stroking himself through his clothes as he tasted his skin and sweat.
“This is wrong, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, pushing at his shoulders and flinging Anakin to the floor. Anakin stood and outright scowled at his master, whose pupils were nearly normally constricted now. How had that drug worn off so quickly? Was Obi-Wan seriously immune to such substances? He could feel it in the Force that there was no chance his master would submit now. Anakin sighed dejectedly and spat,
“Fine. I’ll take us home.” He walked to the door and didn’t looked back to see if Obi-Wan was following. He grumbled to himself as he walked into the cold night, adjusting his painful dick in his leggings without a care of who might see. He couldn’t believe that his master had resisted those effects so powerfully. Anakin was stupid and too cautious; he should have used all six drops. Could he get more of the essence? No, it didn’t matter now; Obi-Wan would never allow for such an opportunity again.
When he reached their ship, he looked over his shoulder to see that Obi-Wan was just behind him. His eyes were weary but alert, his brow furrowed in confusion and agitation. His cheeks were still a blushing pink, and his lips were red and swollen with Anakin’s kisses. Anakin bit his lip and wished he could simply go back in time to 10 minutes ago. He hated his life, and he nearly hated Obi-Wan.
They arrived at their hotel, Obi-Wan going to his own bed without another word to Anakin. His apprentice did not dare to crawl in beside him.
Anakin slept. He had nightmares all night, but they were just vague shadows behind his lids when he awoke. He groaned and rolled out of bed. He looked over and Obi-Wan’s bed was empty. Today was going to be hell.
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Obi-Wan was waiting for him when he went to the living area, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back against the wall.
“Good morning, Master,” Anakin said innocently, testing his luck.
“What happened last night, Padawan?” Obi-Wan asked, voice hoarse and severe. Anakin hesitated. “Do not lie to me, child.”
The word pierced him more deeply than the glare in his eyes.
“I…. don’t know. I think the bartenders were working with our target and poisoned us,” Anakin said with conviction, looking straight into his master’s eyes. Obi-Wan stared at him for a long moment, his face made of stone, and Anakin held his breath. Finally, Obi-Wan glowered and said,
“You. Lie.”
“Master—”
“You DARE lie to me!?” Obi-Wan yelled, and Anakin struggled not to flinch back. He’d never heard or felt such anger from his master, his Force Signature shockingly enraged. “After what you did last night, you dare try to deceive me?” He continued, lower and more dangerous as he pinned Anakin with his stare. “You underestimate me, child. I see right through you.”
Anakin struggled to breathe. Real fear coursed through him as his master held his gaze; he was physically unable to look away or move at all, the Force a heavy weight all around him. Obi-Wan held him like that for an anxiously long time. Finally, he looked away and Anakin nearly fell to his knees. His clothes stuck to the cold sweat on his skin.
“You disappoint me, Padawan,” Obi-Wan continued, his voice heavy with regret. Anakin looked at him and Obi-Wan regarded him with disdain. “You have no respect for anyone, not even yourself. You are an insolent child who can’t handle being told no. You disgust me, Anakin.”
His eyes felt hot. Anakin looked away and tried to swallow the lump in his throat. He hated himself.
“Once this mission is complete, I will be speaking personally with Master Yoda.”
“No,” Anakin whispered, moving closer to his master. Obi-Wan stopped him with a Force wall, his face remaining unkind and saddened. “No, please don’t do that, Master. I will be exiled from the Jedi Order.”
“I will not disgrace Master Yoda with a recount of your shameful actions. I will simply tell him that our partnership is not beneficial for you, and that you must be assigned to a new master,” Obi-Wan said, his voice suddenly calm and still as if the very notion didn’t phase him at all. He squared his apprentice with a serious look. “I am being merciful, Anakin. Remember this.”
“Master, I’m sorry, please don’t do this,” Anakin pleaded, wiping angrily at the tears in his eyes. Still, Obi-Wan was cold.
“That is all, Anakin. Meet me tonight at Tanawind at 9 PM so that we can complete our mission. Do not dishonor yourself further by being late.” With that, Obi-Wan left Anakin alone in the hotel room, likely going out only to be away from his student. The door closed behind him and Anakin screamed, grabbing the nearest object and smashing it against the wall. It shattered and fell to the floor; it had been a decorative vase full of this planet’s flowers. They had already died, wilted against the floor.
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The mission had concluded as easily as Anakin had predicted; they caught their man off-guard and arrested him with no trouble. The bartenders were very cooperative, darkening Anakin’s mood even further. Obi-Wan would not meet his eyes, practically ignoring his very presence when they were alone. The trip back to Coruscant was deafeningly quiet. Anakin sulked and tried to sleep. Obi-Wan stared straight ahead.
They reported the success of their mission together to the Council. Anakin could tell that most of the members could feel the tension between the master and his Padawan. The Council had few questions and dismissed them rather quickly. Anakin began to leave the room, watching as the Council members did the same. He looked over his shoulder as he got to the door. Obi-Wan and Yoda had not moved, waiting to speak until everyone filed out.
Anakin looked away and left, returning to his quarters. Sick with his circling thoughts, he attempted to distract himself. He tried to enjoy the hot water of his shower, but even that did not lift his mood. He tried to meditate, but he could not focus. He felt that he could hardly breathe properly.
Eventually he went to bed early in the evening. He laid there and watched the darkening sky through his blinds. He’d fucked up everything. He buried his head in his pillow and turned off his brain for a while.
Obi-Wan still hadn’t returned to him by the morning. Anakin felt nauseous.
It was noon before his master was at his door. Anakin moved to greet him with dark circles under his eyes and a grim frown.
Obi-Wan was obviously displeased, his eyebrows creased and his mouth a tight, grim line. His shields kept his true emotions and thoughts hidden from his Padawan. Anakin held his tongue and waited for him to speak.
"Master Yoda feels that it is unwise to assign a new master to you at this point in your training," Obi-Wan began, staring at Anakin's feet. Anakin felt his chest tighten with hope; even if his master hated him until the end of time, Anakin couldn’t help but hate the thought of their separation as master and apprentice. "I should have told him what you did," Obi-Wan continued, the disgust thick in his voice. He darted his eyes up to Anakin's. "If he knew, you'd be cast out of the Order immediately."
Anakin held his breath, unable to mask his fear at the threat his Master was conveying.
"Master, I... thank you for your mercy and... discretion," Anakin began cautiously, humbly. He tried to step closer, close some of the suffocating distance between them, but the promised danger in his master's Signature kept him pinned. He cleared his throat nervously and continued, "I am unworthy of your kindness and I will do anything to repent for my foolish, terrible actions." Obi-Wan kept silent, seemingly unimpressed. Anakin fell to his knees and cried, "Please forgive me, Master! Truly I am sorry and painfully regret what I have done. What can I do to make amends?”
Obi-Wan did not react at all to his Padawan's display of repentance. It seemed as if all of his affection for his student had withered away. A long moment passed, Obi-Wan's stare unreadable as Anakin remained on his knees. Minutes went by, the silence even more agonizing as his knees ached from the hard floor. Finally, Obi-Wan said,
"You have betrayed my trust, Anakin. Not only that, but you have wounded our bond. No matter what you do now, the scar of your selfish actions will always remain."
His voice was not angry, but tired and hurt. He lowered his shields for an instant and Anakin could feel it; his master was emotionally exhausted. And beneath that, he was anguished. This Obi-Wan was one he’d never seen before.
"Please Master.... What can I do to mend the pain that I have caused and earn back your trust?" His voice quivered, Obi-Wan's wounded feelings a fresh slap in his face. He knew the other could feel the remorse and sorrow twisting and twining in Anakin's own Signature.
Obi-Wan sighed, sounding strangely defeated. Anakin still did not rise from his knees, nor did his master ask him to do so.
"Honestly, Anakin, I do not know." He sounded even more hurt at this notion, as if he pained just as much at the prospect of their relationship remaining forever severed. He scrubbed a hand over his face, thinking. "Master Yoda has assigned me to a solo mission in order to put some space between you and I, in hopes that our issues will be resolved with time apart. You will take one-on-one lessons with Temple instructor Okhiren until I return."
"I see..." Anakin replied, wanting so badly to stand and relieve the ache in his legs. But he persevered to prove his sincerity, whether or not it even mattered at this point. "Where were you assigned? How long will you be gone?"
"Where I am going is no concern of yours," Obi-Wan said with authority, and quickly, as if he'd predicted the question. "I will return in one month."
A whole month!? And since his master was not informing him of his station, this meant that Obi-Wan would surely shield his Signature while he was away, leaving Anakin completely unaware of his location and his well-being. Anakin bit his tongue; he was in no position to argue at this point. He wondered if this was simply his punishment; that after a month of anxious waiting, his master would return and finally forgive him. But even Anakin knew that such thinking was too wishful.
"Master, truly I am sorry—” he repeated desperately. Obi-Wan had turned on his heel and left the room before he even finished.