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Anakin coveted good men. It was a recent realization, but one that held years of evidence. Since beginning his journey with his master Obi-Wan, the desire had become clearer and clearer.  Partly because he was obsessed with his master. The way he maneuvered in statecraft, defended the guilty and innocent in equal measure, and had not yet made a move on his young Padawan. It was wrong. He knew it and Obi-Wan knew it. A social faux paux but not technically illegal. But being wrong in the moral sense was enough. Obi Wan would not move further. And that restraint made him even more appealing. So attractive in his self imposed restriction. And as is the way of a Padawan to their master, Anakin followed in his footsteps.

He limited how physically close he would get to Obi-Wan. Only on the rare occasion would he slip while they were sparring and crash into the older man causing them to fall in a dirty, sweaty heap. Only on missions where there were cramped sleeping quarters did Anakin wrap himself a tad closer than necessary, inhaling the other man’s scent. But he wasn’t perfect. He was fallible. So yes when he would shower, sometimes he would leave the curtain open a tad teasing any passerby Jedi with all that they could have if they simply asked. 

But Anakin was also patient. His life before he had become a Jedi in training had prepared him well. There were things he wanted. And he would have an unshakeable feeling that they were to be his. And eventually, they were.  So there was no need to fret. The universe would deliver it to him eventually. It was only later that he discovered that feeling had a name-the Force. And the Force had done it for him once. Why wouldn't it do it for him again?  

He and Obi-Wan had landed on an unfamiliar planet in a small system. Well unfamiliar to Anakin. Apparently Obi-Wan had been coming here once every 5 years to broker a land dispute between the citizens of the 5 planets in the system. The reason for an outside Jedi observer was because after years of civil conflicts, each planet was deeply, nearly irrationally suspicious of the others. And thus outside help was needed. It was also why Obi-Wan was back so frequently. The contract could only sustain themselves for an average of 6 years before they descended into war. 

“So we can track conflict on a time table?” Anakin had asked when Obi-Wan had told them where they were headed next. 

Obi-Wan gave him a wry smile in response. ‘With this specific system, yes. The rest of the galaxy isn't so predictable unfortunately.”

“Why do we have to do it?” Anakin had asked, looking over the readings to their ship. Even using light speed for a portion of the trip, this system felt certainly out there.

Obi-Wan had merely chuckled at that. “The path of the Jedi is all the answer you really need, but also I've become…enamored with their commitment to peace. Being a part of that journey feels good.”

Anakin had simply nodded in agreement at that but inside he felt so warm. Obi Wan wasn’t going to initially say the word enamored. No, the word he had dropped before it left his lips was ‘attached’. He had become attached to these people and wanted to help them both selflessly and selfishly. Anakin could kiss him silly for the idea. 

That warmth had stayed with him as he and his master exited the ship in the large central government garage where other ships, presumably manned by diplomats from the 4 other planets in the system, were also arriving. Obi-Wan strode head comfortably and Anakin quickly followed. This too was sexy in its own way. When his master moved through the world the way Anakin  believed all Jedi should, but dare not speak-head held high. Proud of their abilities and what they gave the universe. 

“Anakin!”

A familiar voice from across the garage cut through his train of thought. There, through the throngs of people moving to and fro, was probably the only other man besides his master he could watch all day. Finn began to run to him, a cheesy grin on his face and his robes streaming behind him. Unable to stop himself, Anakin ran past his master crashing into Finn and embracing him tightly. Finn reciprocated laughing into his chest before they pulled apart.

“What are you doing here?” Finn asked his eyes searching Anakin's face like the answer was going to come from anywhere but his mouth.

“I could ask you the same thing.” he responded just as giddy. 

“Surprise,” came Obi-Wan’s voice from behind Anakin. He swiveled his head to glance at his master who was calmly walking up, a smug look on his face. 

“Normally two Jedi are requested to facilitate the agreements,” he continued.  “I always take one of the slots but kept it a secret when I saw who filled the other.”

“You’re welcome by the way,” a fourth voice concluded. Anakin felt like a droid with all of the head whipping he was doing. 

Finn’s master Poe Dameron had joined them. Poe was…fine in Anakin’s opinion. His arrogance the brief times he had met annoyed him, but Finn liked him and if Finn liked him that was enough. Well…almost enough. 

Finn spoke up. “Thank you both, seriously” Thank Force because Anakin was focusing on not dropping his smile into a scowl with the appearance of the second Jedi master

Poe merely shrugged his shoulders. “It’s no problem. We know how close you two were in the academy.”

You actually have no idea Anakin wanted to hiss. He and Finn had ended their embrace but Anakin badly wanted to wrap the shorter man up and steal him and Obi-Wan back to the ship and fly far away from here, peace be damned. But he didn't. No instead he waited, listened as Poe suggested that since none of them was familiar with this planet that Obi-Wan should show them around, and agreed full throatedly. His time would come. Finn had returned to him. That was good enough for now. One day he would have both. Both of his good men.  After all, it was written in the Force.

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The conference was early the next day and they had arrived near dusk so there was not much exploring to be done. The highlights were the Meat and Mead Markets that Obi Wan had taken them to. A sprawling affair that seemed no less busy now, even though the sun had just set, than it would be mid day. Torches were spiked into the ground, at least one in front of every stall selling, if you could guess, meat. Grilled, chopped, and dripping in sauces. Beasts cooked in the stomach of other beasts with skin broiled nice and tender with the brine of a third beast. 

“How do these people even have time for war with all of the food experimentation going on?” Finn had asked as they walked past a stall where there was a pig with an apple shoved into its mouth or was that just a smaller pig?

“Do you think they fight each other with tongs,” Anakin asked Finn, proud of the smile that got him. 

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Obi Wan answered. “Its primarily chemical warfare.” He said the statement so somberly the whole group stopped to stare at him. “The chemical in question being seasoning salts of course. 

Poe let out a low whistle. “Wow if that's the type of heat you're bringing to the table tomorrow, we might be closer to all out war than I thought.”

“I thought it was funny,” Finn said sheepishly. 

“You don't have to be nice to him, Finn,” Anakin admonished. “He’s not your master.”

Obi Wan shot him a sardonic look. “I’m sorry has kindness been your primary motivation this whole time? Because I don't have much proof of that at all.”

Anakin rolled his eyes. “Just because I may or may not taunt you when we spar-”

Obi Wan cut him off. “Making lewd movements with your saber does feel like it’s going beyond mere taunting.” 

“I think that's the perfect amount of taunting actually.” Poe interjected. 

Obi Wan had clearly ascertained this was not an argument he was going to win. “Agree to disagree I suppose.”

Poe had noticed as well. “Hey if you’re not appreciating your Padawan, I’d be more than happy to switch.”

That statement burned through Anakin black and heavy. He dare joke about that? Didn't he know how much Finn loved him? Did the cretin not understand how lucky-

But Finn could and did speak up for himself. “Wow I thought we were just talking about sabers, not using them. What's with stabbing me through the heart?”

Poe hooked his arm around Finn's shoulders. “I’m kidding, my brilliant, amazingly talented Padawan. I would never do that in a million years, ok buddy?” He jostled Finn’s shoulder when he got a small smile. He did it a little bit harder. “Ok???”

That got Finn to laugh and push his master off of him playfully. “Yes ok, you're forgiven.”

To him, but not to me . There were certain things that just wasn't funny to Anakin. But he could drop it for now. For Finn. 

If walking through the meat section of the market was nearly overwhelming enough to fill them up on scent alone (and a few spiced mystery meat skewers), then the mead section had Anakin feeling loopy when the first hint of fermented fruits hit his nose. 

He was clearly not the only one that felt this way as there were many people slumped over in corners.

To his surprise, both Obi Wan and Poe had abstained from buying anything, choosing just to observe the master mixologists and the drinks changing colors and consistencies with dashes, splashes and mixes. Anakin didn't typically drink unless Obi Wan did and he suspected that Finn followed Poe's lead similarly, so they were all in a sober yet jovial state as they walked through the remaining stalls. 

Soon they made their way back to the rail station that they had taken to the market and made their way to the quarters that the government officials had provided for them. It was two rooms, one for each Jedi/Padawan duo. However, just as they were about to retire, Finn spoke up.

“Actually, I was wondering if Anakin and I could share a room together during this trip?” 

Anakin hip checked his friend. "Like the good old days?”

“Exactly.” Finn said, trying to swipe at his friend who nimbly dodged out of the way.

Obi Wan rolled his eyes. “Good old days like you two weren't born 5 years ago.”

Anakin bit his tongue so as to not reply with what he really wanted to say. Nearly 21 years ago actually. More than long enough that we could be together Master. 

Poe merely shrugged. “You can never get a head start on nostalgia. I’m fine with it. Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan wiped his hand with his face in annoyance. His master could run himself ragged with all of the scenarios he imagined that could go wrong. “You must be up and ready and alert at first light,” he said sternly. “Is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” Anakin and Finn responded simultaneously. 

Poe smirked at the two eager Jedi in training. “Wow it really is like the academy.”

As Anakin closed the door on his and Finn’s room, a thought he had not had in nearly two years, he mind began to race. Finn had been quicker than him thinking of this. The conference would only be for 3 days so that only gave them 2 nights together but that would have to be enough. Where would they start? What to say? What to do? What to taste?

Finn answered that last one as he pulled a large bottle from his robes. “Wanna try?” he asked with a devious grin.

“When did you?” Anakin grabbed the bottle, swishing the liquid in the purple stained bottle around, leaving the rest of the question in the air.

“I left money at the stall, don't worry,” Finn began. Anakin wasn't worried about that at all. “But I figured just because they don't want to have fun doesn't mean we can’t.” He bobbed his head at the far right wall, the one that they shared with their masters. Anakin guessed their room was probably identical to their own. That is to say,  medium sized with a small table low to the floor in the middle of the room  and countless golden yellow pillows with fringe scattered all about the corners. And no bed or mats at all with a sanitation station behind a small door off to the side.  Strange but satisfactory. Something that traveling the galaxy taught you is that any place that gave any comfort or privacy was a good one and this had both. 

The mead was bitter enough to kill a beast at the meat market with a single shot. Anakin was sure of it. There were two cups and two plates on the table but using that would make more evidence that two Padowan didn't need. Instead he took a swig straight from the bottle-the first one as Finn had insisted- and fire fell down his throat. He violently coughed once twice and then felt the fire temper and bloom through his body leaving him flush and loose and giddy. 

“They fight their wars with this,” he announced once he got hold of his breath. 

Finn giggled and took the bottle from him. “Good to know.”

“You poisoned me on purpose, didn't you?” Anakin moved the weight of his body from one foot to the other and back again. He could do this all night. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Finn said. Those beautiful brown eyes looked so wide and innocent. It wasn't just an expression Finn gave him when he was bullshitting, but one he had given on his back as well. Anakin preferred that one. Finn took one swig and then one more just to prove that he could. And of course Anakin could not be bested by his closest friend so he had two more and soon the two were off. 

They could've snuck out as Finn had initially suggested but after struggling just to get to the  door, the two Padawan resigned themselves to lying about the pillows which were so soft Anakin groaned when he collapsed on to one, and just talking as the world spun around them. The fire within them had them shedding their robes and undergarments quickly as well. Anakin had always liked talking to Finn because there was never any pressure to fill the space with unnecessary words. He could exist alongside him, listening to his soft breathing until a question brought their conversations to life.

“How close have you gotten to giving up?” Finn asked softly. 

Anakin turned his head to the side only able to see half of Finn as his shoulder length hair blocked his view. “Not close at all. Have you?”

Finn turned his head to look at Anakin somberly for a second before cracking into a beaming grin.  “Not for a single day.”

“You’re terrible,” Anakin chuckled. “Oh you know what this reminds me of?” Anakin didn't wait for Finn’s answer before delving into a story of having to save a group of  baby Convors from a flying predator only for the whole thing to be an illusion because of the strange properties in the air of the oasis planet he and Obi Wan had found themselves in. 

Finn then began a story of Poe having to fly through the alternating rings of a 10 ringed planet in order to escape from mercenaries. The conversation had officially bloomed. They talked and talked and soon Anakin found himself reaching out to touch Finn’s thigh, feeling the soft short black hairs beneath his hand. Finn in turn had shifted his body closer and closer to Anakin so that their legs could intermingle. Still their conversation did not stop. Favorite and least favorite exercises and missions with ample amount of touch that electrified Anakin. This comfortable-ness he had with the other boy was born of the long years they had spent in the academy as initiates.

From the moment that Anakin had arrived, he had been ostracized. The others had heard of how the Council did not wholly approve of his presence at the academy and made that opinion very well known to him. Some of the teachers even had the nerve to instigate or isolate him and there was rarely anything he could say or do to prove that he was being treated so poorly. It was like swallowing ash day in and day out was the price that he paid to be amongst the galaxy’s most favored. They all loathed him. All-except for Finn. Perhaps it was because he was also not treated favorably being an initiate found in the Storm Trooper youth reeducation camps (because even amongst orphans you could be the wrong type) that had bonded them. Finn treated him with kindness when he could. Always having a smile or wave for Anakin as they transferred between courses. Offering his bread when the rations lady “mysteriously” forgot to give Anakin any. 

This cordial but distant behavior had come to a serendipitous head when they were assigned to be roommates in their final year. Well Finn had later called it serendipitous. Anakin saw it as the Force finally putting them together the way they were destined to be. It was there in that private space away from the eyes of the world their friendship-relationship blossomed. And yet all that time they kept their distance. Staying on their respective beds and only communicating from a distance. But they told each other everything. Their deepest fear and desires. Secrets that should rarely be uttered unless with the most trusted company. But Finn had become that. 

So when they received their initial assignments for who their Jedi masters would be near the end of their final term, the holodossiers with their faces looking stoically back at the two future Padawan, Anakin had only one thing to say. “They’re very handsome don't you think?”

He thought of that moment now as he and Finn lay together facing each other, legs intertwined, rubbing each other's arms but still not touching in the way that Anakin longed for. And that he knew that Finn longed for too. He could see the lust in his eyes as he stared at Anakin lips and the way his breath had gotten heavier.. 

“How good at using the Force are you?,” Finn whispered to him.

“Probably better than you,” Anakin teased. 

“Yeah probably,” Finn said almost dreamily. The spirits and the late night was starting to weigh on him, his eyes fluttering as sleep tried to slip into their cuddled affair.

It was hard to describe what giving Finn his secrets felt like. There was almost a lack of control the way they could spill out of him. Like now. “I like the ability to control others. A lot”

Finn’s eyes were open now. Not fully but enough that he was paying attention. “Would you control me if you could?”

“I-” Anakin had not been expecting that question. “A little.” Again a secret that he could not hold in himself. 

Finn moved even closer. Anakin could smell the sweetness of his breath. “What would you want me to do?”

The air felt electric. He could feel himself getting harder by the second. Finn all to himself. Letting him doing whatever he wanted. Anakin licked his lips, tried to gather the composure that Finn had tattered to shreds in front of him. “I would command you to kiss-”

The statement had an ending but the word did not have a chance to escape his lips because suddenly Finn’s were pressed hard against his own. The distance had been closed. The seal cracked open and Anakin drunk heavy of his best friend. It was sloppy and messy and it almost felt like Finn wanted to devour him. It was a desperation that thrilled him. So much desire in his good boy.

Anakin had wrapped himself around Finn’s body. There was a softness to Finn’s form that he never had, the muscle wrapped in plush fat that made him want to constrict him like a snake. The most solid thing to him however was his rock hard dick pressed against Anakin's abs. He could feel his precum slide all over the bottom part of his torso and groaned. He needed Finn to cum all over him. He needed him to stay hard against him. He couldn't decide which one he needed more. 

No Anakin needed what he always needed. Control. He adjusted himself so that their lengths were touching and grinded even harder against Finn. 

“Ah!,” Finn called out as he felt their sensitive tips slide against each other over and overr. He moaned even harder as Anakin began to suck at his neck, pushing the other jedi initiate on to his back.

“Fuck, Ani, please,” Finn whimpered. Anakin dug his nails into his palm to control himself. An evil maneuver from his best friend. To try and end this pleasurable affair so early. Or at least having Anakin be the first one to cum. That just wouldn't do.

Anakin gripped their dicks together with one hand using their collective precum to glide up and down, enjoying the how Finn’s body rolled into his with each  stroke. How he gasped for air while Anakin began to kiss at his neck, at his collarbone, squeeze his dark erect nipples.

“You’re so perfect,” he muttered in the squirming boy's ear. 

“You're…perfect…too,” Finn gasped out. Anakin knew he would have a more exuberant and original compliment for him if he wasn't so distracted. But distracted Finn was more fun. Fun to play with and even more fun to  tease.

“Has he touched you yet,” Anakin continued low in Finn’s ear.

He felt Finn’s grip on his forearm tighten. They both knew what “he” Anakin was talking about. It all went back to that holodossier and the Jedi masters they had been assigned. And one of Finn’s deepest desires told to Anakin in the dead of night while they faced each other. 

He’s so sexy, Ani. You know I've had this fantasy for a while but you can't tell anyone. But he would fit the bill.  I wouldn't mind if he touched me. Made me his. We could have something so special 

Anakin had merely listened at the time, not willing to say what he already knew then. Finn would never be Poe’s because he was already Anakin’s but there was nothing wrong with a fantasy. And nothing wrong with a fantasy fulfilled in the interim.

In the present Finn pushed slightly at Anakin’s chest so they could better look at each other in the low light of the room.

“That was a horny dream Anakin, not some plan.” Finn responded, clearly also remembering that night. 

Anakin's hand slipped down Finn’s arm then body eventually coupling his supple ass. “But we could plan it if you wanted. Finn, look at you. You’re telling me that any man could resist you?”

“He’s a Jedi,” Finn corrected softly but he could see Anakin’s compliment worm his way into his friend's mind unearthing the glimmering shimmer of possibility under the rubble of rationality.

Anakin squeezed them impossibly closer. “Jedi are men too.” A fact that Anakin had grasped years ago. He knew what these paragons were capable of with how they treated him when he was young and innocent. They were as fallible as the rest of the universe. He just needed to teach Finn that lesson. 

He lightly circled one of Finn's nipples then gripped and rolled it through his fingers enjoying how the boy beneath him closed his eyes and moaned again. 

Anakin made their soft world heavy with his next words. “You’re such a good Padawan.”

He could feel Finn shiver as the words fell on to him. But he didn't pull away. No Finn finally shifted into a sitting position, and glanced at the wall they shared. “This feels dangerous,” whispered, his lips so close Anakin couldn't help but lean in and press his own against them.   

“What’s more dangerous than being a Jedi?” Anakin asked a few chaste kisses later. 

Finn deliberated but Anakin suspected his throbbing erection was doing a lot of thinking for him. 

“Sir,” Finn began, his voice more nervous than it had been at any point since the night had begun. “I don't know what to do. I keep having these…thoughts.”

Anakin felt his dick became even harder as he realized what was happening. He cupped Finn’s chin lifting it so they were eye to eye. “What kind of thoughts my young Padawan?” His voice had become rougher, stronger. Finn needed a firm hand and he had that. 

Finn could barely meet his eyes. “I’m scared you’ll run away from me.” So chaste, so sweet, so vulnerable. Anakin needed him like he needed air. 

“It’s ok. This is ok. I would never leave you. You’re mine and I’m yours. I promise.” Were the words fantasy, reality? Anakin was unconcerned with the truth, naked, hard and horny with the love of his life nearly in his lap.

However Finn’s next words did throw him, if only a little. “Master…can I fuck you?”

Anakin coveted good men. But good men that let him see deep within themselves? Exposed the dark perverted parts of themselves? That was someone he would never let go. “Of course, my Padawan.”

And suddenly it was Anakin on his back with all of Finn’s weight delightfully crushing him as they made out with abandon. 

“You’re so eager,” Anakin said when Finn paused for a second.

“Oh I'm sorry,” Finn said looking genuinely apologetic, scared that this wasn't everything Anakin wanted, if not a little more. But he would come later.

Anakin was stroking Finn’s hard bicep. “Don't you dare apologize, I like my boy excited to fuck his master,” 

He wished he could capture the look on Finn’s face forever. Embarrassed and excited in equal measure. “Fuck, you're too good at this.” Finn choked out.  

“Shhhh. No more words.” He cupped the boy’s face and dragged him down to continue the pleasurable grinding.  

And Finn obeyed. He was such an attentive student. Eager, persistent, passionate about exploring Anakin’s body. But not just that. He wanted more and Anakin was more than happy to oblige.

As he wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist, he thought back to the question Finn had asked earlier. How good are you at using the Force? The thing is Anakin was excellent at it. The power that existed just under the skin of the universe. A volatile and white hot thing. He could forge it into a weapon for his use. But he had lied earlier. Better than using it than Finn? Probably not and Finn didn’t even know it. 

They were like the stormchasers of Kalvrun IV. Except while Anakin could draw power to him like a lightning rod, Finn rode the power like the wind itself. Even now Anakin could sense the power of the Force escaping from within with every gasp Finn let loose from his mouth bucking up against him. Every lick against Anakin's collarbone felt like fire and life in equal measure. The power was enveloping them, mixing their spirits, their minds. Finn grabbed their dicks and began to jerk them off together, even more precum shared between them. It was like being drip fed heaven but Anakin needed more. 

Don't stop Anakin thought and Finn groaned as he could hear it, jacking them off even faster.

He was delirious with the heat of Finn’s body and presence of his spirit. Nobody else deserved to feel this way but him. No one knew how he loved him as much as Anakin did. 

You're so good for me

My brilliant

My talented 

My amazing Padawan

Finn yelped at that last thought as he let go and cum fast and hot covering their bodies in a river of white. And because Anakin was in Finn, of Finn, and vice versa, his orgasm hit him a second later only adding to their sweaty cum stained bodies. 

Finn had his hands on the floor of either side of Anakin's face as he looked down at him, eyes full of wonder breath heavy from the rigorous amount of grinding he had just done. “Thank you.”

Anakin gave him a wicked smile. “Next time, you should fuck me for real.”

Finn groaned and shook his head like he could dislodge Anakin from his mind. Impossible. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

Me and no one, no thing else. That was a dark thought, one he held so deep within himself not even their Force meld could detect it. But it was true. The galaxy would not have Finn. Not even death itself. Only him. And just like all things he desired, Anakin would have it.

They cleaned themselves with their rudimentary sanitation supplies and soon were cuddled amongst a nest of the yellow pillows, Finn lying on Anakin, already asleep, just the same as they used to be in those final Academy days.

But Anakin’s mind raced. Imagining and planning and wanting and remembering in equal measures. Because something was bothering him. His and Finn’s Force meld would not be noticed by many others but to those sensitive to it was a different story. And though he had been thoroughly…distracted there was a part of Anakin that could not help but feel when they had been in throes of passion and play, someone was watching. How interesting.  

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Anakin had been bad. That's why his master was looking at him like this. The folded arms and the scrunch of his brow as he paced back and forth across the small room was an uncommon sight. While he often frustrated Obi Wan, he was rarely disappointed in him. That did not feel good at all. Of course, it couldn't be prevented. 

He had not slept well the night before, his brain caught in one of those unrelenting thought spirals. Someone had been watching his and Finn's exploration of their bodies. Who? What did they want? Did they wish to be a voyeur or something more? 

He had tentatively extended his mind back into the Force and began to explore. He was casually wading through, an innocent passerby until he found exactly what he was looking for. The prone forms of his and Finn’s Jedi masters, still as if they were asleep. Unlike them wrapped so tightly in each other's embrace, Poe and Obi-Wan were at far corners of the room. He guessed they didn't have that strong of a connection. That was fine by him. He had spent many a night curled up with Obi-Wan far beyond if the situation ever even called for it. Poe was missing out and he was glad for it. 

He could push further and delve into their minds, but that could be so dangerous. No he needed to be subtle so he drifted off to sleep, well a half sleep that allowed for his merging with the Force to be seen as a natural consequence of not performing the proper nightly mental fortitude techniques. An easy mistake for a Padowan to make. So if he and Obi-Wan subconsciously bumped minds, then that was just the long and short of it. He remained in that murky half sleep for who knows how long before he could feel the stinging nettles of his master’s own mental defenses. The pain made him shiver but did not deter him. He was just looking for something…specific. Ah, there it was.

With confirmation of the truth, he finally entered sleep's full embrace. Of course, it was only for a few hours at most. He would’ve been more annoyed at  being awoken so soon except it was Finn doing it. Finn who had kissed down the length of his neck until his eyes fluttered awake at the pleasurable sensation. 

“Morning,” he whispered with that innocent stare of his. 

“Morning,” Anakin responded before reaching to grab at Finn’s erection which had been poking at him for who knows how long? His body was much more honest about what he wanted.

His moans were so delicious at any time of the day. “Ahhh Anakin, we shouldn’t. We have to get ready for the day.”

His strokes were soft, almost dainty, but it still made Finn squirm because of course it did. He knew his body too well. “We are getting ready. You can’t very well be distracted during the deliberations today, can you?”

“You’re horrible,” Finn whined into the crook of his neck, before finally releasing in Anakin's welcoming hand.

He chuckled, rubbing Finn’s back with care, with dominion. “Yes but you love it.”

It was only once they finally got up to use the sanitation station and redonned their robes did the full weight of the day settle on him. His eyes were heavy already. He hoped that they would lighten over the course of the day. He was wrong to hope. There were no proper stimulants at breakfast and then the deliberations began. For a group who were allegedly so close to war, the leaders of the star system were almost offensively dull.

In the war between him and sleep, he was the clear loser, nodding off more than once and having to be jostled, once through the Force, and twice physically from Obi-Wan himself. The physical reminders he couldn’t even enjoy because it was clear how irritated he had made Obi-Wan. 

It came to a head when they broke for lunch and Obi-Wan pulled him to the side. “Go back to our quarters.”

He was shocked at the command. So rarely did his master not phrase even his most stringent demands as requests. “Master, I’m sorry for nodding off but don’t you think that’s being a bit rash?”

“Not when I’m trying to avoid war, Anakin.”

He rolled his eyes. “They seem to be doing a good job of that already. We’ve been debating tax rates for starcraft fuel and cooking oil for three hours.”

“Yes, we focus on the trivial so it does not escalate to the maudlin. And you are not helping.”

“I’ll simply pinch myself to stay awake,” he countered.

“No.”

“But-” 

“No!” he snapped. 

And that was that. He had no idea why he fought Obi-Wan on staying longer. It’s not exactly like he found any of it exciting, but Finn was being allowed to stay and there was something about him getting insight in to these proceedings that he wouldn't that made his stomach turn.The thought had annoyed him so much he had said nothing to Finn who was waiting in the large dining hall with all the other officials. He simply grabbed a small basket of bread and cheese and a small bottle of oil, ignored the heartbroken look on Finn’s face as he stomped past him, and went back to their quarters. 

He returned to their quarters but instead went to the room that their Jedi masters had occupied, ate his fill and then promptly passed on the patch of pillows Obi-Wan had laid down on the night prior. He woke to the faint scent of his master's sweat, stuck his hands into his pants  and immediately began pleasuring himself. It was this compromising position that Obi-Wan found him in as the door suddenly opened with a click. 

He wasn't ashamed and made no indication that he could be even with Obi-Wan's eyes and eyebrows both now on the ceiling. He merely took his hand out of his pants, mourned the unintentional edging he had given himself and sat upright.

“How was the rest of deliberations?” he asked casually as if they walked on each other pleasuring themselves often. In truth, he knew Obi-Wan abstained from such actions at a frequency that couldn't be healthy. His piety made him suffer.

Obi-Wan took a moment closing the door and then his pacing began. Every so often he would glance at his Padawan as if he would disappear in a puff of smoke or perhaps lunge at him. Anakin did neither. There was no need. He simply had to wait.

Eventually Obi-Wan spoke. “Where were you last night?”

“In my room with Finn,” he simply answered.

“Doing what?”

Now wasn’t that a little bit more complicated of an answer? There were many things he could say in response but he had a question of his own. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because I want to know, despite the fact I told you to go to bed early as we had a long day ahead of us, you didn’t. Finn was fine, so I’m curious.”

Curious was the word wasn’t it? His master was curious, just as curious as he was even if he refused to admit it. It was a thing that bound them together, the drive to know more beyond what had been told to them. It was why they both made such terrible Jedi. “You know what we were doing,” he said softly.

Obi-Wan’s face did not move, but it didn’t need to. He knew. He had been inside his mind, had slithered inside like an eel and found the truth.

“Excuse me?” he said but Anakin could hear the instability, the shake in his voice. It warmed him. 

“We were pleasuring ourselves and you watched.”

“I-”

“You don’t have to deny it,” he said, getting up from the ground. He kept his voice low and calm so as to not scare him. “It’s ok, master. You can watch me pleasure myself whenever you would like.” 

“This isn’t funny,” he said but his eyes would not yet meet his own. Oh his poor nervous master.

“I’m not being funny at all. You are. I want us to be honest with each other and you refuse to be for reasons I can’t quite understand.” Ok so he was being a little funny because what a lie that was. He knew. He understood quite well and it was because of that understanding he coveted.  

He pulls down his soft pleats, under wear and all and lifts his robes revealing his hard thick cock.

Obi-Want eyes widen just a tad before settling back into that stern face again. “Anikan, please stop exposing yourself.”

“How else am I going to make you see what you do to me? How you make me feel, master?”

“I haven't done a thing,” he said hurriedly. He was nervous. Good men often were before they committed a transgression. 

He moved closer to him backing him in to the far wall with his slow careful steps. Soon he was close enough to touch, to caress. 

“Thats the problem,” he replied. “You never do anything. You don't take responsibility. You just leave me to suffer and then when I try to find release elsewhere, you shame me for it”

“Youre being ridiculous. That's not what Im doing. Your…daliance with Finn is not my concern. You are my responsibility…” but his words had trailed off as Anakin had finally made it to his destination. 

He could feel his cock press against his master robes staining the simple cloth with his precum. Obi-Wan's breath was heavy with the desire, body frozen by restraint. 

“Then take responsibility,” he whispered against his lips.

“This is wrong,” he choked out.

“And sometimes things that are wrong can be right, at least for a moment. Master, please I need that moment.” 

“I just wanted to check up on you,” he pleaded. He was trying to find a way out, but Anakin could see, could feel, could taste. He had him. 

He looped his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck. “As you should, because you are a good man.” 

For the first time ever, Obi-Wan gave him a look that made him shiver in slight submission. “No, I am not.”

Obi-Wan kissed him like he was a fragile thing, held him like he was a bird with a broken wing. He was soft and sweet and his beard tickled against his face. Anakin hated it. He needed more and would have it. He stuck his tongue deep in his master's mouth, enjoying the grunt of surprise as they began swapping spit. The kisses became heavier and more open mouthed. Obi-Wan's back was to the wall and his grip around Anakin's waist became stronger to hold on to him as he controlled the rolling waves of their kiss.

His cock was harder than ever and, more importantly, he could feel Obi-Wan’s own erect length poking into him. “Fuck me,” he said furtively.

He could see the line of spit between their lips unbroken as their connection as Obi-Wan responded. “Anakin, is that really what you want?”

What he wanted was for no one to ever look at him dismissively from above ever again. To provide justice to the world. A justice that was shaped in his image. To have Obi-Wan and Finn at his beck and call till the end of time. For now he was satisfied with this moment.

He reached into Obi-Wan’s pleats, enjoying the solid warm weight of his cock. “This is exactly what I want.”

Obi Wan nodded slightly before kissing him again, this time with much more fury and passion. His master, forever the quick learner. It was in his more desperate desire that they both found themselves stripped of their robes, Obi Wan laying on the pillows, his hands full of Anakin’s ass.

He thought he knew all there was to know about the older man but this experience was teaching him so much. His nipples were sensitive and it was so funny to disrupt the concentration of his trailing lips by twisting them resulting in an eager moan. The soft hair on his belly felt like tiny tingles on the head of his cock as they grinded together. His cock was curved upwards in a way where he tapped wetly against his hole just as desperate as Anakin himself.

He pushed him back onto the pillows. “Stay there.” He retrieved the oil from the empty dining basket, pouring some of the liquid on to his fingers, enjoying its smoothness and consistency even as it heated up from the friction of his fingers. He drenched Obi-Wan’s eagerly waiting bobbing cock with the liquid and massaged the rest into his hole, rubbing and pushing until he could fit 2 fingers inside comfortably.

His master looked on at his preparation in awe as if he were the young inexperienced Padawan. The thought went directly to his own erection. Once he felt he was ready he lined himself up and began to descend. The burn from the stretching of his hole flared through his body and he reveled in it. 

Obi Wan let out a gasp.“Oh fuck, Anakin, you feel…I can’t”

It was the cursing perhaps more than anything else that shocked him. He stroked his master’s face. “You can. You very much can.” Then he began to ride him. He started slowly to adjust to the feeling of being filled so completely, but he quickly sped up. Obi Wan held on to his hips but only barely so. His face was a mix of surprised pleasure as he was jostled to and fro by Anakin's eager movements.

Eventually his legs began to burn and he slowed down but all it took was a soft word to Obi Wan before he began to thrust excitedly from below. It was amateurish and inconsistent but still so good.Obi Wan adjust and sat upright warming his strong arms around Anakin as if he was going anywhere at all and began to thrust even faster, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the modest space

He stroked his master's hair as he groaned with pleasure into his chest. “That’s it. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” He said the words out loud and then pushed them into Obi-Wan's head through the Force. In there they were a tsunami of sex and passion. The briar patch that was his mind’s defense had been ripped away and he could see everything. His dedication, his fealty to his ideals and his ever present guilt as he looked at Anakin with lecherious eyes. All things he knew about him, but now he knew. 

Its fine. It’s more than fine. You’re mine, master. Always mine forever mine.  

Obi-Wan came inside him with a shout, his nails digging deep into this skin at the strength of his orgasm.  “I could stay here inside you, forever” he said with a shudder and huffed breath. Then he blinked confused. “What did I just say?”

He kissed his confusion away. “That you were going to get me off now.”

“Oh of course.”

His deeper thoughts had made it into his mind. He couldn’t let him know the depth of his love, his devotion, at least not yet. They would have to work up to it, but this was a wonderful first step.