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Obi-Wan sat silently on the couch--a tawny colored leather that fit with the earthy decorations in the suite--exhaling as he tried to maintain his trance over the sounds of the local news. There on a mission that was wholly intended as political aide, it was entirely impossible to remain unbiased on the issues soon to be voted on.
He opened one eye, reaching for the remote to turn off the projection, feigning disinterest as the chronometer flashed two pairs of digits that signified it was far past midnight. Anakin had disappeared shortly after dinner, and was still gone--not a word of when he intended to return.
The Jedi sighed, raising from his seat and crossing the room to prepare a pot of root tea. While he waited he lit a few sticks of incense to help him relax, the soft, woody scent was as pleasant as he�d expected it to be. He allowed one more frustrated exhale as he poured the brewed tea into a clay cup.
He took a long sip as he sat back down on the couch, sighing inwardly as he began to ponder the increasing number of troubles he was experiencing with his young apprentice. They argued many times daily, he was disobedient just as often, he was less than polite, and it seemed that all the Jedi training in the universe couldn�t help Obi-Wan with this dilemma.
He continued to sip the warm beverage, flipping the news back on as he stretched out on the couch and continued to contemplate the situation. If the Council was forced to intervene�
"Still up, Master? I was sure you�d be asleep by now.� Anakin flashed a grin meant to annoy as he stepped into the suite. Wondrous timing, Obi-Wan thought.
The elder of the Jedi said nothing, watching silently as his apprentice approached the leather couch.
"Something wrong, Master?�
"Aside from you completely ignoring curfew? Not really I suppose.� Obi-Wan�s eyes followed him as he moved toward the sleeping chamber and disappeared. He sipped his tea, no longer content with it.
A minute or so passed as Anakin moved about the rest of the apartment unseen, running the sink shortly and rummaging through the limited wardrobe of a Jedi, before he returned to the sitting room wearing nothing but a pair of loosely hung pants. Obi-Wan returned his gaze, watching as the younger man moved to pour some of the still warm tea.
"Where were you?� he asked.
"Out.�
"Doing what?�
"Enjoying myself,� the young man looked his master over slowly, stopping to meet his gaze, "you should try it one day.�
"I�ll enjoy myself when I no longer have to deal with mouthy padawans that tend to disappear whenever they please.�
Anakin took a long sip from the clay cup nestled in both his hands, flashing a wicked grin as he set it down next to the tea pot, "Then it seems as if you won�t be enjoying yourself for a rather long while, Master.�
Obi-Wan exhaled, looking to the ceiling as he tried desperately to maintain his calm.
"This isn�t a joke, Anakin.�
"That doesn�t mean I can�t have fun.�
"I believe it does. You have responsibilities, to me, to the Jedi, and certainly most importantly--to yourself.�
"Master, a little fun never hurt anyone, not even a Jedi.� The younger man said with a raised eyebrow.
Obi-Wan stared silently for a long moment, blue eyes locked with those of his young apprentice. He felt he could no longer read those eyes, and that fact made something in his chest ache. When he finally spoke his voice was soft but deadly serious.
"Anakin, do you want to be a Jedi?�
The younger man beetled his brow, and for a moment his eyes were as concerned and compassionate as those of the child Obi-Wan had met almost a decade earlier.
"Of course I do,� he said, moving across the room to sit beside his Master. "I am meant to be a Jedi,� he said softly.
"You think so?� Obi-Wan challenged, still laying there despite Anakin�s joining him on the couch.
"Master, I know it with every fiber of my being�I-�
"Are you really, truly, willing to do what it takes, Anakin? Because I am beginning to think that-�

�Master,� the younger man said, laying his hand on Obi-Wan�s knee, "I have given my life to the Jedi Order�thereby giving my youth to you, so that I can be properly instructed�I will do anything you tell me to if it helps me become a Jedi.�
Obi-Wan let loose a frustrated sigh, raising up on his elbows to look the younger man in the eyes.
"You shouldn�t view your lessons as a burden�albeit they are often challenging, but in the end you�ll be a better person, and a better Jedi for it. You should do what you�re told because it�s the right thing to do, not because it�s a means to get what you want.�
Anakin exhaled, retracting his hand as he moved to leave the couch, surprised to feel Obi-Wan�s hand catch his.
"Anakin,�
"Yes?�
"Have you been listening to me?� Obi-Wan frowned.
Anakin nodded slowly, glancing at the hand that grasped his. He did not pull away, but instead met his master�s gaze with clouded eyes and brought his other hand to touch the man�s lips.
"Anakin,� the older man prompted once more, hand slipping limply from his apprentice�s grasp. Anakin�s fingers traced his lower lip, dragging slowly over the other man�s bearded chin. The touch was gentle and soft, and horribly intimate.
"Yes?� the response was delayed and no louder than a whisper. His hand rested momentarily on the tunic covered chest before returning to his side. The older man examined him for a long moment.
"Have you been drinking?�
"Yes,� the younger man answered without hesitation, breath catching in his throat as he went on, "but I�m not drunk, Master.�
Obi-Wan could tell this without resorting to the use of the force. And the fact that his padawan was not inebriated was unsettling to the very core of his being. That must have been why his pulse picked up the way it did, and he felt as if his stomach was turning inside out. He met the other man�s gaze, noticing that he too was breathing quickly. Anakin didn�t blink, concentrating solely on the piercing blue eyes and the consciousness they led to. It wasn�t until seeing the furrowed brow and thin pressed lips that Obi-Wan realized this wasn�t his body�s reaction to Anakin�s closeness, but entirely the opposite. They were Anakin�s reactions being projected on him. And with this knowledge it was an effortless task to ignore the suggestions being implanted in his mind.
Anakin closed his eyes then opened them, pressing one hand against the back of the couch as he leaned forward. He was still breathing raggedly, and a slight sheen of sweat had formed on his bare chest, but his face still bore an oddly vacant expression. Vacant, yet determined. But, when he came within kissing distance of the other man, his lips melted into a wicked grin, and combined with the glint in his eyes, his intent became shockingly clear.
Obi-Wan blinked, rendered immobile by his slow realization as the hand of his padawan came down on his shoulder, gentle but firm.
"Are you certain you�re not intoxicated?� he managed, but the sound of his voice did nothing to alter Anakin�s state of mind.
"Positive,� he answered, tanned hand exerting slightly more pressure as he slowly applied his lips to those of his master. His touch was delicate and was not intrusive.
Still in a state of confusion and shock, Obi-Wan was slow to break the kiss.

Anakin pulled away, pleased with the exchange, and licked his pink lips as he assessed the other man�s flustered reaction.

"Anakin,� Obi-Wan said with a deep breath, "I�m not sure this is-�

"I�ve been meaning to tell you,� Anakin interrupted, breath pouring over the adjacent face, "that facial hair, is an extremely�extremely attractive look for you, Master Kenobi.�

Obi-Wan flushed, speechless and breathless as he felt Anakin using his other hand to unfasten his belt.

"Wait,� he managed with a squeak before his lips were recaptured by Anakin�s. The kiss began as gentle as the previous, but soon escalated into a voracious one sided exchange. Obi-Wan pressed his head as far back into the pillows as he could, flinching involuntarily as the heat of Anakin�s hand made it past the folds of his tunic to his stomach and chest.
Anakin pulled back, placing a few small kisses on the other man�s lips as his hand trailed up his side in a gentle caress. He slowly kissed his way over the other man�s cheek, using a bit of tongue as he reached his earlobe. Obi-Wan gasped, pleasure undeniable. He cursed his body for responding so eagerly to such attentions, desperately reminding himself that his mind did not appreciate such behavior from his apprentice.

"What are you doing,� he managed finally with a hefty exhale, disappointed to feel the younger man shifting more of his weight on top of him.

Anakin didn�t answer, hand moving through his Master�s chin length hair before meeting him in another forced kiss. He slyly pried the older man�s lips apart, tongue slipping between to better taste his mingled pleasure and despair, and too soothe his tense reactions.

"Anakin,� Obi-Wan choked when the younger man finally pulled away. It was increasingly disturbing to realize his physical presence was less than the boy�s, and that he was not nearly as strong. "What�s gotten into you?�

Anakin laughed softly, the sound reminding Obi-Wan of a contented purr. "It�s hard to be around you all the time�� he began, hand sliding slowly over the other man�s chest in a painfully intimate fashion. He curled it to cup his neck, fingers creeping into his hair, before going limp once more and dragging lazily over the man�s exposed chest. "�And to never act on how I feel.�

Obi-Wan blinked vacantly, almost laughing out loud. He half expected his apprentice to pull back grinning, and apologize for the cruel joke.

"How you feel?� he managed finally.

Anakin nodded, an intense amount of energy flowing from him as he met the other man�s gaze. He leaned over him, lips meeting quickly before he dragged them over his jaw and down over his chest. One hand gripped his shoulder tightly as the other moved over his muscled stomach to touch the fabric of his pants. Obi-Wan�s breath caught in his throat, and he couldn�t help but shut his eyes as he felt deft fingers trace his hip bone and slide down his thigh. A low groan emerged from his throat, and he realized this tactile experience had him half hard.

Anakin nuzzled against his neck, exhaling as he whispered in husky tones, "I want you. It makes me ache being so close to you,� he paused, lips closing over the other man�s earlobe and teasing it with his tongue. "Sleeping often in the same bed, changing with no concern of wandering eyes�we�ve even bathed together on occasion.�

Obi-Wan stared into Anakin�s eyes, suddenly feeling very perverse about such activities that had been forced by circumstance. He cleared his throat, flushing deeply.

"Listen, Ani-�

"Please, Master. Don�t call me that,� the boy�s lust clouded eyes seemed to clear a bit, and his lips turned to a frown. "don�t address me as you would a child��

"I didn�t mean-� the apology was cut short as his voice caught in his throat, surprised to feel a hand kneading his inner thigh.

"Could a child make you feel like this?� Anakin asked, a note of triumph in his voice as he leaned in for another kiss. This time his tongue was met with a slight response, mirroring his laborious motions. Obi-Wan groaned into the younger man�s mouth, hating that he loved the feeling of their flesh pressed together, and writhing under the hand that stroked his erection into fullness.

Anakin nuzzled his neck with delight, grinding his hips downward as his mouth traveled lower to lavish his clavicle. He paused momentarily at his Master�s next noise of pleasure, then moved on to lavish his nipples.

"�I need this,� he said softly, examining the other man�s flushed features before nipping at his lower lip.

Obi-Wan stared a long moment, struggling to find his bearings in the rushes of pleasure and disregard, "This�is so insanely inappropriate.�

"I know,� the younger man purred, starting to breathe heavily at the continued contact of their arousals.

"�I�m almost sixteen years your senior�� The older Jedi managed in a split second of clear headedness.

Anakin kissed and licked past his navel, tongue slipping easily past the waistline of his pants, guessing the pleasured groan that ensued was an attempted protest. He brought a hand to move over the other man�s waist, resting there briefly before proceeding to work his pants over his hip.

Obi-Wan felt his whole body grow tense as he became naked down to the knees, he shuddered and bucked as he felt his padawan�s mouth on his inner thigh, subconsciously noting that even if the exchange halted now, things would still be forever awkward between them. Anakin must have picked up on this too, looking up to meet his Master�s gaze.

"When was the last time�that you were touched this way?�

Even the suggestion tore a groan from the other Jedi�s lips, "Please, Anakin��

The padawan frowned, "Stop?�

Obi-Wan inhaled deeply, then exhaled very slowly, "�Don�t�no.�

Anakin hesitated a long moment, making sure he understood the breathless response before he slowly lowered his mouth back to the bare flesh of Obi-Wan�s thigh. He slowly traced a figure eight, pleased with the tortured utterances of his master, then sucked the flesh, that had never had such attentions, into pinkness.

Obi-Wan was breathing shallowly, gripping the couch with both hands, "God�what are you trying to do to me?� he gasped, annoyance plain but mostly masked by pleasure.

"Drive you mad,� Anakin said simply, applying his lips to the opposite thigh, tongue trailing almost all the way to the juncture with his body, then slowly licking in the other direction.

"�You�ve succeeded at that,� he managed with a grunt, "I assure you.�

"You seem able to handle it,� Anakin responded, hands resting on either of the man�s hips as he lowered his mouth over him. He pressed his tongue against the arousal�s tip, slowly licking down it�s length and then back up in a similar fashion. Obi-Wan�s noises of pleasure were driving him mad with desire, and he managed a muffled moan around the organ as he took it into his mouth. Obi-Wan groaned again feeling the wet heat vibrate around him, and then a suction that felt so unbearably wonderful he was almost pulled over the edge then and there.

Anakin slowed his movements as his master ground out another moan, reaching for the force to help chase him back from the brink of climax.

"Oh,� he sounded apologetic, not wanting to be responsible for finishing him off so quickly. He concentrated on the force a little harder, forcing more of a calm onto the reclined man.

"Underestimating me?� Obi-Wan managed, clouded eyes able to focus momentarily on the form of his apprentice.

Anakin tried not to laugh, hand sliding over the muscled stomach before him. "Not intentionally, Master��

Another moan began from the back of his throat, back arching as he struggled to control his responses. "Don�t stop,� he amended quickly. Realizing he was the one who had underestimated.

Anakin smiled absently, repeating the motion over Obi-Wan�s stomach, following once more with his tongue before returning his attentions to the strained and weeping erection. He wrapped one hand around it�s base, placing the other firmly on his Master�s thigh, slowly stroking him to the tip, then back again. Obi-Wan writhed beneath his touch, mouth opened in a silent moan. The noise became audible as Anakin�s mouth returned to him, circling the tip slowly, then lavishing his underside as he sucked. Anakin had barely taken hold of his balls when he felt onset of the other man�s orgasm.

Obi-Wan seemed surprised by this, inhaling raggedly as he felt Anakin easily swallowing the expelled fluids. He continued to suckle and stroke until nothing else came, moving his hand over his master�s thigh as he withdrew. He allowed a slight smile, hand sliding over Obi-Wan�s stomach and chest, lightly tweaking his right nipple as he leaned forward to again latch his mouth over Obi-Wan�s, and let the older man have a taste of himself.

Obi-Wan whimpered quietly feeling Anakin�s unrelieved arousal pressed against him, and the pressure of the his mouth lessen until the kiss was soft and delicate. Anakin moved to suck on the other man�s earlobe a bit more, liking the feel of it in his mouth.

After a few moments had passed he placed a small kiss on Obi-Wan�s lips, then pressed his forehead against the other and met his Master�s cloudy blue eyes.

"You alright?� the younger man asked, completely out of breath.

Obi-Wan simply blinked, trying to grasp what had just transpired, and trying desperately to ignore the feel of Anakin�s erection digging into his thigh. The sensation made his head swim, and he wondered how the younger man had held out so long.

"Master?� Anakin touched his cheek lightly, hand sliding down his neck and resting on his shoulder. He was having even more trouble keeping his thoughts off of the burning between his legs. He swallowed noisily.

Anakin hesitated a moment before letting loose with another barrage of kisses, hand plunging between them to take hold of his own erection, desperately needing to alleviate the near painful tension. His kisses got a bit sloppy, and he could feel that Obi-Wan was slightly excited by his frantic attempt to relieve himself. That only made him ache more.

"Anakin,� Obi-Wan breathed, watching the boy�s face with a glint in his eyes, and a hint of disgust beneath.

"Anakin,� the older Jedi repeated, now managing to control what was conveyed in his voice. He took the younger man by the shoulder, meeting his gaze when he slowed his frenzied strokes and thrusts atop him.

"Anakin?� his voice was very quite and he was near losing his resolve.

"Master?� The boy was confused, and more than distracted being so close to his own release.

"Please,�

Anakin blinked, watching the other man a long moment.

"Master?� he asked once more, not liking what he could sense.

"Anakin�would you let me up, please?�

* * *

Obi-Wan was quiet as he stood in the thicket of alien shrubbery. He was at the edge of the small clearing that served as their campsite, peering into the trees at the patch of cleared soil where they�d set up a make shift shower.

He hadn�t intended to watch his master bathe, felt foul and voyeuristic about it, but he couldn�t tear his eyes away from Qui-Gon�s naked form. He adored his master�s broad shoulders and chest, his long gray sprinkled hair, and the fact that he had to look up to met his gaze. He felt sick and guilty that he stood there now, painfully aroused by the older man.

He blinked, attention returning to the shower area to find the water had been stopped and Qui-Gon, nor his towel, still occupied the half stall.

"Padawan?�

Obi-Wan jumped hearing the large man behind him. He turned reluctantly, not able to meet the other man�s gaze.

"Master, I didn�t mean to-�

"Nothing you haven�t seen before,� Qui-Gon interrupted, seeming to honestly not care that he�d been spied on by the boy.

Obi-Wan balked at that, not sure how to respond to such a remark.

"No,� he finally managed, "I shouldn�t have been watching.� He had intended a proper apology, but now it didn�t look as if he�d get to one.

Qui-Gon simply shrugged, hanging the towel over a level branch and finding his brush.
Obi-Wan opened his mouth to say more, but found himself more than distracted by the older man�s movements as he ran the brush through his hair. How he loved that hair. He watched as Qui-Gon turned, pulling his hair over the opposite shoulder so that he could return the stare. Obi-Wan swallowed hard trying desperately to ignore the fact that the other man was semi-erect.

"That attempted apology,� he began, waiting a moment for the younger man to meet his gaze, "might have been more effective if you�d stopped looking afterward.�

Obi-Wan flushed, turning away from his master�s eyes.

"Sorry,� he amended quickly, but found he was unable to move.

He didn�t know how long he�d stood there, but he did know that his next conscious thought was that there was a hand on his shoulder. Obi-Wan turned, looking up to examine the older man�s expression.

"Padawan,� he said softly, finger underneath Obi-Wan�s chin so he could be positive their eyes met. Obi-Wan sighed, feeling this would be one of his twisted lessons. The ones received at the most inopportune times, with the slightest of knowledge to gain. And he was annoyed that he really had no power to resist any lesson that included Qui-Gon in the nude.

"Obi-Wan,�

Obi-Wan had to look now, melting at how his name sounded from those lips and the simple slight touch of the finger under his chin.

"Yes�Master?� he finally managed.

"It�s natural to feel the way you do,� the older man said, touching Obi-Wan�s cheek lightly, "but you�ve got to be more disciplined. You�re not usually so susceptible to your hormones.�

Obi-Wan swallowed, not looking away from his master�s gray eyes.

"Well circumstances are a bit different at the moment,� he said finally.

"Indeed,� Qui-Gon agreed. He moved a thumb over Obi-Wan�s cheek before taking his learner�s braid between thumb and index finger.
"But, it is a trial of the Jedi.�

Obi-Wan frowned deeply, enraged that his master could say that with a straight face.
"Everything is a trial,� he spat.

Qui-Gon arched an eyebrow, resting a hand on Obi-Wan�s shoulder. He let it slide over his half bared chest, and didn�t stop it before it came upon the erection straining inside his sleep pants.

Obi-Wan hissed as he inhaled, feeling vulnerable and betrayed, only slightly relieved when the large hand left him.

"As you say, Padawan, everything is a trial.� He took one of the boy�s hands in his.

Obi-Wan writhed, trying to free himself of the other mans hold.

"Please, Master. I�I only wanted-�

"What? Only wanted to throw yourself at me?� Qui-Gon asked, suddenly holding him by both wrists.

Obi-Wan�s eyes stung as he continued his protest, "No, Master. I didn�t intend to-�

Qui-Gon interrupted him with a hand over his mouth, leaning forward to brush his nose over the younger man�s, then he moved his hand, doing the same with his lips. He could see Obi-Wan shudder with pleasure, and tried not to smile as he nipped his lower lip before descending into a plain, slight kiss.

Obi-Wan whimpered desperately, making to lean forward and gain more contact with his master. Qui-Gon did smile this time, pulling away slightly. He slid his fingers over the boy�s jaw bone, thumb ghosting over the lips that parted at his touch.

�Master?�

Qui-Gon shushed him with his thumb, surprised to feel a bit of tongue as he did so. He moved his hand out of the way, initiating a heated and forceful kiss. His tongue met little resistance as it slid into the other mouth, stroking the waiting tongue with his own. Obi-Wan melted beneath him, taking hold of both his large arms as he struggled to stay standing.

Obi-Wan could feel his brain power fleeing, cognitive powers gone, the last of his motor skills he used to remain standing. Please, Master, don�t� he begged silently, shuddering at how Qui-Gon�s tongue continued to caress his.

Qui-Gon finally withdrew, hand moving over Obi-Wan�s stomach and chest, easily finding his left nipple and pinching it.

�Don�t what, Padawan?� he asked finally, pushing the learner�s braid out of the way and leaning to kiss along the young neck.

�This,� Obi-Wan managed as he felt more than lips along the hollow of his neck.

�What might this be?� Qui-Gon responded coolly, continuing to dole out the actions of the boy�s most heated dreams.

Obi-Wan was growing frustrated, and didn�t know where he found the power to shout, �Just stop this! Let me go!�

What surprised him more than the man pulling away was that he did so without argument.

* * *

Obi-Wan awoke soaked in sweat, his cheeks stung with tears, and through the clinging sheets he could see he was fully aroused. He cursed silently, throwing the sheet off of himself and getting to his feet. He was appropriately upset by the dream, it was a skewed perverted version of the truth. And it made him want to vomit.

Guilt gnawed at his insides for thinking of his lost Master in such a way. In such a half truth that made him want to cry of shame and made him sick with longing all at once. He had no doubt that the nightmare had been partially induced by his and Anakin�s earlier encounter.

Obi-Wan�s palms itched as he stood facing the large mirror, fighting the urge to relieve himself as he repaired the memory within his mind.

He had indeed spied his Master bathing, sick with guilt and hard with lust and something more. This memory alone brought a groan to his throat. Qui-Gon had indeed caught him in the act, shrugging it off easily proceeding to brush through his mane without putting on a stitch. Obi-Wan had viewed this as an apt and maddening punishment.

Obi-Wan groaned once more recalling the gentle look in the other man�s eyes as he had reprimanded him lightly, and voiced his understanding. He understood, and that�s why he hadn�t tried to stop his young apprentice from kissing him. He�d allowed the desperate move to come to fruition and then apologized, disappearing to dress.

Obi-Wan had to concentrate immensely to relax. The memory wrought his insides, and not only because his former Master was with the force. He exhaled slowly, tightly shut eyes finally drifting opened.

He glanced absently at his reflection, extending a hand to rest on the wall beside it. He blinked once more at the reflection that seemed so alien before letting his heavy lids fall, other hand sliding along the bulge in his night clothes. He had no choice now, the melancholy hitting him was completely unwelcome and his need for a distraction was immense.

His lips parted silently as he ghosted his fingers over his rigid member, amused and annoyed that it felt like something he�d never done before. He pushed his thumb over the head of his cock, massaging it and pulling at the slit until his body remembered what he liked.

He choked on a strangled gasp, not thinking about the fact that his Apprentice slept in the adjacent room and there wasn�t even a door to separate them.

Once he got past the tentative rediscovery of himself he didn�t hesitate to wrap his hand around the hard flesh, pushing and pulling and pumping with his fist, not fighting the urge to thrust his hips forward.

He ground out another moan, breath catching as he thought he imagined hot breath against his neck. He dismissed the thought easily, concentrating on his still far off orgasm. While frustrated, he wasn�t especially bothered by this, knowing it would only help him sleep better in the end.

�Master,�

Obi-Wan grew tense, barely glancing at the mirror where he saw Anakin�s form standing behind his. He shut his eyes once more. He knew this wasn�t a dream, but couldn�t bring himself to care. His emotions were spiraling uncharacteristically, taking him by the throat and holding him hostage. If he came he�d lose himself to the euphoria, he would relax and be able to think. And sleep. And then he�d have the ability to focus on meditating.

�What do you want?� he demanded, voice husky and preoccupation clear.

Anakin opened his mouth, voice lost as he continued to watch his Master. He felt the lust welling up inside him, and disbelief that the other man didn�t seem to care he was there.

Obi-Wan laughed inwardly, annoyed that when the younger man�s hands slid along his sides he wondered what had taken him so long. Anakin brought his mouth to his Master�s neck, kissing and tonguing until he moved the curve of his neck.

Obi-Wan shuddered at the feel of Anakin�s mouth on him, body tensing infinitely more as he felt the other man�s body pressing flush against his, and his hands snaking around to his front to help him along.

Anakin nipped the flesh of his neck, pleased to feel the other man bucking into his grasp.

�Yes,� he purred, nuzzling his neck still as he started to grind his hips against the other man�s backside.

The older Jedi moaned, feeling his Apprentice�s rock hard arousal against his ass. He vocalized his frustration, trying to find a balance between the delicious sensations on either side of his body. But before he could become too upset over this fact he felt the other body pulling away from his. Anakin turned him around, backing him against the wall as he initiated a ravenous kiss.

Obi-Wan could feel how much the younger man wanted to kiss, and writhe against him, but was far past that point himself and didn�t quite care what his apprentice�s needs were at this point. He slid his hands up onto Anakin�s shoulders, breaking the kiss as he applied a slight downward pressure.

Anakin opened his eyes, looking a bit hurt, but complied readily. He dropped to his knees easily, touching his master�s stomach and thighs briefly before all his attention shifted to the rigid arousal before him.

Obi-Wan groaned out loud feeling Anakin�s hands on him, one stroking at an even relaxed pace and the other cradling his balls gently. He was beginning to feel lightheaded at the sensation of the young man�s mouth taking him in completely, sucking and bobbing intently as he managed to keep stroking the arousal�s base. Obi-Wan welcomed the sensations readily, thinking of his master�s gorgeous, naked body as he brushed through his lengthy hair. Just as he had appeared in the erotic nightmare. And the same sight he�d witnessed years ago, at an age not much older than Anakin�s.

There was also a slight nagging in the back of his mind, it alternated steadily with the inability to concentrate on anything but Anakin�s hot mouth and his engorged cock. He wondered, barely, of his master�s past interactions with other Jedi. More specifically wondered how many had turned out like this. Many of the female masters were fond of him to a point beyond friendship and camaraderie. All of them gorgeous like Adi Gallia and Shaak Ti.

Anakin sensed his distraction, annoyed that his work was going unnoticed, and pulled back to suck deftly at Obi-Wan�s very tip. The older man hissed with delight, no longer wasting energy on thinking.

Obi-Wan wound his fingers through Anakin�s short cropped hair, thrusting in a manner that made it very clear that he didn�t intend to wait extensively for release. Anakin whimpered at this, painfully hard himself and not ready for the exchange to end. Anakin quickly contemplated saying something to the other man, but was quite sure that at this point Obi-Wan didn�t care whether his release was contained or not.

The elder Jedi could feel himself teetering on the edge, thrusting a bit wildly as he felt Anakin�s hands creep around to his backside. The hands grabbing at his ass felt good, but what pushed him over was the finger that found its way to press against his potential opening.

He groaned throatily, impressed once more with at the ease with which Anakin accepted his orgasm. After feeling the last twitch of the organ he opened his eyes to see the younger man licking his lips. He watched him a long moment, considering the idea of running his foot along the other�s erection, positive it wouldn�t take much more than that.

�Master,� Anakin managed, not able to hold the other man�s gaze for very long.

Obi-Wan blinked, feeling the euphoria begin to clear, revealing the sheer exhaustion he�d been aware of all along. He met Anakin�s eyes briefly, making sure he understood that he�d just been used. He didn�t exactly regret it, just wanted to make sure there was no confusion on the subject.

He glanced once more at the bulge in Anakin�s pants, then turned away with a yawn.
�Goodnight my Padawan.�

* * *

Anakin awoke in the early morning, thighs still sticky from the previous night�s hurried relief. His thoughts quickly rested on his master. His thoughts and emotions were a buzz, frustration and hurt, and a hunger deeper than ever now that he�d tasted the forbidden fruit.

He blinked, laying quietly on the couch, finding his foremost thoughts were worry for Obi-Wan. He�d been so out of sorts and had seemed entirely not himself not too many hours before.

Not wanting to sit and dwell, and not sure he could go much longer without checking on his master�s well being, Anakin got to his feet. He stretched quickly, throwing his blanket into a heap at the end of the couch before heading towards the bedroom.

He peered in tentatively, surprised to see the bed made and a holoproj switched on, but muted. He turned toward the bathroom, seeing the door opened and hearing the sink running at a light drizzle. He stepped up to the doorway, a bit surprised to find Obi-Wan standing before the sink with a lathered face and a straight edged razor in hand.

�Anakin,� he said quietly with a slight nod before he began shaving.

Anakin wrinkled his brow, deeply annoyed that the other man meant to deny him so blatantly.

�What are you doing?�

�What does it look like?� the older man responded between strokes.

�We need to talk, I think.� Anakin said lamely.

�Indeed,� Obi-Wan agreed, rinsing the blade before continuing cautiously with his task.
Anakin frowned deeply, stepping into the bathroom. The tile was cold on his feet and he watched silently as the other man took his time shaving.

Obi-Wan glanced at the younger man�s reflection, feeling sick, frightened and a bit aroused.

�Well?� Anakin demanded, noting that the other man didn�t turn from the mirror.

Obi-Wan swallowed.
�We should meditate on this.�

�That�s all you have to say?� Anakin took a step closer, taking Obi-Wan by the shoulder and coaxing him to turn round.

�Of course not,� he blustered, irritated to find himself backed up against the sink.
�I�m just not certain where to begin.�

Anakin blinked, anger too apparent in his eyes.

�How about with how you feel about all of this.� He finally said, working hard to unclench his jaw.

�It was a mistake,� Obi-Wan said simply, calling on all the strength he had not to think of how good everything had felt.

�I see. So your body lies to you then?� The young man frowned, fighting the urges to reach out and feel the other man.

�I tend to listen to my mind, not my body.� Obi-Wan finally said, clearing his throat as he tried to press himself thinner against the sink.

Anakin eyed him a long moment, frustration at his master and his own desires swirling as he fought to control his reactions. He took a step back, no longer trapping the other Jedi so close to him.

�I see,� he said finally, breathing deeply as he fought for calm, �I�ll remember that then, Master.�
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