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Forbidden Longing	By : PyramidHead316 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 4286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Warning: This chapter is very dark, mean and nasty. It is not for the faint of heart! You have been warned.
Chapter 10: Breaking Point
He was dreaming…and it was a most pleasurable dream. Before his stark changes in demeanor, Obi-Wan Kenobi would have never admitted to dreaming. Instead he would have denounced dreams as some distraction of the subconscious that had no place in a Jedi’s life, as he had countless times before his attraction to Anakin. Yes, before that dark desire to possess his former apprentice took shape, he would never have admitted to enjoying such pleasurable imaginings.
The old Obi-Wan Kenobi would have denied that such desires of the flesh had a place in the life of a Jedi. But the new Obi-Wan Kenobi desired those pleasures of the flesh…and there was only one who could satiate him.
There was only one problem: Anakin did not desire him back, and that enraged Obi-Wan. Anger was another new emotion that the new Obi-Wan embraced. Indeed, he had used to it to take control of his young apprentice and forced the younger man to fulfill his desires. Well…not all his desires…not yet anyway. However, his next meeting with Anakin would be today…and today was the day when he would finally make the boy his. But for now, he was happy to revel in the wonderful, sexual dream he was having…
He tasted so good…Obi-Wan just couldn’t get enough, as he thrust his tongue all over the young man’s mouth. He whimpered and tried to struggle, but Obi-Wan had taken care of that. He had Anakin’s wrists bound to the headboard with a pair of Force restraints he’d taken from the Temple.
“Master…please…don’t do this,” Anakin pleaded, as Obi-Wan kissed down his neck and to his bare, defined chest. The younger man’s clothes lay torn haphazardly on the floor, evidence of Obi-Wan’s aggression against his former Padawan.
“Quiet, young one. You only make this harder on yourself when you resist me,” Obi-Wan said, as he stroked the younger man’s face, swiping his tears away. Obi-Wan sat up on his knees and undid his pants, releasing his hard erection. He discarded the last item of clothing, before pinning Anakin underneath him again. Anakin’s breath was seized as Obi-Wan smothered his lips with his own, while he spread the younger man’s legs apart. He could feel Anakin’s fear and panic as he found the boy’s entrance. Forcefully, he shoved two fingers inside him, causing Anakin to cry out in pain and fear.
“N...nnooo,” Anakin cried, as Obi-Wan began stretching him and readying him to be taken. Anakin began pulling hard at his restraints and tried everything he could to get away. But Obi-Wan was in complete control…something he relished. Anakin yelped in pain as Obi-Wan backhanded him on one side of his face and then the other. He then grasped the young man’s chin and stared into his beautiful, frightened blue eyes.
“Listen to me, young one. Don’t make me hurt you even more than I already have. I could have made this pleasurable for you…I could have been gentle, but you won’t cooperate. I’ve only asked for sex…a purely physical relationship with you, but you continue to fight me. So, you’ve left me no choice but to take what I want…and I will have you. You’re mine Anakin…mine…” Obi-Wan said fiercely, as he lifted the boy’s legs and hooked them around his waist. Anakin’s breathing came in ragged gasps, as terror filled him. Obi-Wan was in control and he had complete power over the one he desired. The moment he had tasted such power, he wanted more. The power was like a drug and Anakin was his fix.
“Master...please no!” Anakin pleaded, as he felt the head of Obi-Wan’s cock push inside him. But Anakin’s pleas only urged him on and violently, he shoved his aching member inside Anakin’s very tight entrance. The young man screamed and Obi-Wan reveled in the power he felt.
“You’re mine young one…you will never escape me…” Obi-Wan said, over the younger man’s screams, as he began violently fucking the young man beneath him…
Obi-Wan awoke that morning feeling powerful and ready to claim what belonged to him.
~*~
“You’re mine young one…you will never escape me…”
Anakin Skywalker woke up with a terrible jolt of fear, as those words repeated themselves in his head. It had been a night filled with restless sleep and he was exhausted. He slowly sat up, putting his head down and covering his ears, as his Master’s words echoed in his head. He hissed at the pain in his back from the punishment inflicted upon him the night before and slowly made his way to the fresher. This was usually how his morning routine went when he was home with Padme. He would rise early and shower, before performing his morning meditation on the veranda. This morning however, he could draw no peace for his wary soul from the Force.
Have you abandoned me?! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?! If I am your Chosen One, then why is this happening to ME?! Please, help me! He screamed silently into the Force, pouring out all his rage and frustration.
Alas, he received no answer. Anakin broke down into quiet sobs, hoping that Padme would sleep a little longer.
~*~
Padme stretched her arms over her head as she rose. Anakin wasn’t there, but that was normal, since he was usually meditating by now. She tossed her robe on and slowly made her way to the fresher. Just as she was about to turn on the water for her shower, she noticed one of Anakin’s tunic balled up in the corner. She rolled her eyes, a bit in annoyance. Sometimes it was like picking up after a child with him, but lucky for him, she loved him anyway. But her thoughtful smile slowly turned to a deep frown, as she noticed the damage to the fabric. She held it up and her mouth dropped open in horror, as she saw how the back had been shredded and the blood that stained it.
She had an urge to search through the medicine cabinet. And sure enough, the bacta they kept there for emergencies was missing. Padme narrowed her eyes, staring intently at the torn garment. She knew there was something serious going on between he and Obi-Wan, and this was proof. And he was going to explain everything to her…
~*~
She walked out onto the veranda and he turned to her, immediately seeing his shredded tunic in her hands.
“I found this in the fresher. Were you planning to try and hide it from me?” she asked.
“It’s nothing, angel. Obi-Wan and I just got a little carried away when we were sparring last night,” Anakin replied.
“Stop lying to me Anakin,” she replied sharply as she tossed the tunic away. She crossed her arms furiously over her chest.
“What happened to the bacta we had in the refresher?”
Anakin was silent. Padme walked over to him and lifted his shirt, to inspect his back. She gasped as she noticed the cuts that he’d treated with the missing bacta.
“How did this happen?” she asked.
“It was my stupid mistake. I got a little cocky when we were sparring and got cut up because of it,” Anakin insisted.
“This couldn’t have been some friendly little sparring match. Tell me what’s going on between you and Obi-Wan,” Padme demanded.
“It’s nothing you have to worry about, angel,” he replied. Padme noticed how red his eyes were.
“You’ve been crying,” she stated.
“I have not. I just didn’t sleep well,” he protested.
“Please stop avoiding my question and tell me what’s wrong, Anakin. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on,” Padme pleaded.
“Nothing’s wrong, angel…it’s Jedi business,” Anakin replied.
“Don’t give me that, Anakin! You used to tell me everything! Do you no longer trust me?” she asked, deeply hurt that he seemed not to.
“No, of course not! I trust you more than anyone, you have to believe that!” Anakin insisted.
“Then why won’t you let me help you? It’s like I’m watching you drown and I can’t help you, because I don’t know how! It’s killing me, knowing that you’re suffering through whatever this is alone,” Padme replied. Anakin looked down and she moved closer to him. She slanted her head and drew his lips into a passionate kiss.
“Please Ani…please tell me. I feel like I’m losing you,” Padme said, as she clung to him.
“I can’t tell you Padme. I’m not willing to put you in danger like that,” Anakin replied.
“Put me in danger? From whom? Does this have anything to do with Obi-Wan and his strange behavior?” she fired questions. He looked away and she knew immediately that Obi-Wan was the problem, but she didn’t know how or why. She stroked his face gently.
“You’re always trying to protect me. Why can’t you let me protect you?” Padme asked.
“I can’t tell you. I want to, but I’m not willing to risk your life. I won’t lose you Padme,” he told her.
“And I won’t lose you! I need to know what’s going on Anakin…please,” she pleaded. He was silent for a moment.
“Were you positive the other day when you said the queen could protect us if we returned to Naboo?” he asked quietly.
“Completely. But I have to know everything that’s going on,” she pleaded with him.
“Padme…it’s…it’s…I don’t even know where to start,” he said. She brushed his disheveled hair from his eyes, running her fingers through it and soothing him.
“Start at the beginning, my love. Tell me everything,” she said. Anakin opened his mouth to speak, just as his comlink chimed. A sense of utter fear and dread the likes of which he’d never known filled him. Shakily, he answered the comm.
“Anakin, I need you to report to the Temple immediately,” Obi-Wan’s calm, controlled voice spoke.
“Now?” Anakin asked.
“Yes, now! The Council has called us to a meeting in twenty minutes. I want you here in ten, so you had better leave right away. Don’t be late,” he warned shortly, as the comlink went silent.
“I…I have to go,” Anakin said wearily.
“You’ll tell me everything when you get back,” Padme said sternly. It was a demand that she wouldn’t let him refuse any longer. And honestly, he was ready to tell her everything. If being a Jedi meant being subjected to Obi-Wan’s abuse, then he no longer wanted to be one.
“I promise…but you have to promise me something too,” he replied.
“I’d promise you anything, you know that,” she replied.
“Stay away from Obi-Wan,” he said simply. He gave her a quick kiss, before hopping into his speeder and heading for the Temple.
Padme stared at the speeder as it flew away in the direction of the Jedi Temple. Only moments later, Dorme came into the room with an urgent message.
“Milady?” Padme turned and regarded her silently. “Senator Organa is on the line waiting for you,” the handmaiden told her.
Padme sighed tiredly. What next? “Tell him I can’t come to the comlink right now. I have some personal business to take care of.”
“Senator, I believe he wants to speak to you personally,” Dorme said insistently.
Padme almost growled. She had a fair idea of what Bail was up to, and it really cast doubt on whether he knew what he was doing nowadays. They had tried almost everything to yank Palpatine’s emergency powers away from him, and the Chancellor wasn’t budging. Another meeting with the man wouldn’t make a difference.
“Fine. Tell him I’ll be there shortly,” she ground out. Dorme merely nodded, knowing when her best friend was incensed.
Padme felt bad about snapping at her friend, but she couldn’t help herself. She wasn’t in the mood for this. If Bail thought she was going to put everything on hold to go talk to that snake of a man, then he was sorely mistaken. She frowned, remembering Anakin’s implication that he took second place to her career. She had made enough sacrifices over the years as a senator, and where had it gotten her?
Padme Amidala wasn’t going to the Senate today. She was going to stay right here and wait for Anakin. Palpatine’s machinations could wait. Her husband needed her, even if he was too reluctant to admit it. When he returned from his meeting with the Council, she was going to find out everything.
And if Obi-Wan had dared hurt her husband, he was going to answer to her.
~*~
Fifteen minutes later, Anakin arrived at the temple and saw that Obi-Wan was waiting for him.
“You’re late,” Obi-Wan said, as they began walking side by side.
“Traffic,” Anakin replied. Obi-Wan looked around to make sure no one was watching and roughly pulled Anakin into a dark, vacant closet.
“What are you doing? What about the Council meeting?” Anakin asked.
“It’s not for another two hours…I lied. I needed to see you first to make sure you know where we stand,” Obi-Wan said, his eyes flashing in the dark.
“You’re insane. You got what you wanted last night, but I won’t let you do this to me anymore,” Anakin replied, as he tried to leave. Anger burned hot in Obi-Wan’s blood and he grabbed the younger man by his tunic. Anakin yelped in pain as Obi-Wan slammed his back against the wall.
“Your disobedience will be dealt with later, back at my place,” Obi-Wan said, pinning Anakin between the wall and his body. He stroked the young man’s face, and Anakin shrugged away in disgust.
“I don’t like hurting you Padawan…but you don’t leave me any choice,” Obi-Wan said, as he planted his lips on Anakin’s in a hard, bruising kiss. Obi-Wan released the young man’s lips and began trailing kisses down his neck, nipping and licking at his delicious skin.
“Straighten your clothes and come along, or we’ll be late. We can continue this later,” Obi-Wan promised. Anakin obeyed and followed him quietly. If the Council meeting wasn’t several hours…
“You said the Council meeting isn’t for two hours. What are we going to do until then?” he asked.
Obi-Wan gave him a glance that was two parts amusement, one part mock-disbelief. “Why, we’ll practice sparring, of course,” he said casually; much too casually for Anakin’s taste. It was disturbing how easily Obi-Wan could pretend that nothing was wrong between them. Hell, he did believe that nothing was wrong between them.
Anakin shuddered, remembering the ‘sparring session’ they had last night. Obi-Wan must have sensed his apprehension, for her stopped and turned to look at his unsettled apprentice.
“Don’t worry Padawan, I’ll go easy on you,” Obi-Wan declared. Anakin breathed a sigh of relief, though he tried not to make it seem too obvious. Since when had he become afraid of sparring with this man? He asked himself rhetorically. This was the Jedi Temple. Surely Obi-Wan wouldn’t beat him to a pulp like he did last night, would he? Even the Council would notice something was wrong if he did.
Nonetheless, that did little to allay the fear that had suddenly taken hold of him. He followed like a dutiful little Padawan, afraid of what his Master would do if he stepped out of line…which he supposed he was. The “Hero with No Fear” was gone, replaced by this broken shell of the man he had once been. And the worst part was, he had done it all to himself.
Together they presented the image of two calm and collected Jedi Knights to anyone who passed by. Anakin never hesitated, never met the other’s gaze. He simply followed, as was beginning to come all too naturally to him.
What choice did he have?
~*~
“I understand you concerns, Senator Organa,” Chancellor Palpatine said to the man seated across from him. “But I’m afraid I must decline your proposal at this moment. I cannot relinquish my emergency powers at such a crucial turning point in the war.”
Bail Organa breathed a deep sigh. “With all due respect, Chancellor, I believe now would be a perfect opportunity to discuss the possibility of negotiations. The enemy forces are on the retreat. If you would just consider reopening the lines of communication with the Separatist leaders, I’m sure we could find a peaceful solution to this conflict.”
Palpatine smiled thinly. “You underestimate their determination, my friend. The Separatists are bent on destroying the principles of our Republic. To give them any leeway is to invite them to recapture the advantage we’ve attained so precariously over the past few days.”
He gave Bail a sad, apologetic glance. “I’m sorry Senator, but until the threat of the Separatists is extinguished, I’m afraid I must continue to act on the powers that this Senate has given me.”
Bail sighed again, the expression on his face that of a man who had been through this far too many times. He was getting tired of this game, and so were his colleagues. None of the associates who monitored Palpatine’s unsettling decisions as of late had bothered to accompany him. Fang Zar, Mon Mothma…they all had other things that needed taking care of. Even the esteemed Senator from Naboo was off on some unrelated business of her own. Knowing the Senator’s work ethic, Bail had been shocked when she declined to partake in the discussion, on account of some “personal business” she needed to address.
He wished he had made a stronger effort to persuade her. Out of all the Senators in their unofficial circle, Padme Amidala was the one he respected the most. Her dedication to democracy and the Republic surpassed even his own.
Yes, he wished Senator Amidala was there. Perhaps she could have talked some sense into her old colleague from Naboo. He was tired of dealing with this increasingly impossible man.
“Very well. Then I shall take my leave,” he said perfunctorily, unable to keep the slightest touch of frostiness out of his tone. He did not appreciate having his time wasted like this, and it showed.
Palpatine gave him a kindly smile. “Please understand, Senator. I sympathize with your request. Believe me, it has not been easy for me to hold these emergency powers during such a turbulent time.” He paused. “I understand your concerns. I just can’t agree with them at this time.”
Bail knew this battle was over. And once again, Palpatine had won.
What a surprise.
“I’m afraid you’ll just have to tryst me judgment,” Palpatine said wryly. Bail colored at the note of mild rebuke in his voice.
“Of course. Good day, Chancellor,” he said stiffly.
“Good day, Senator Organa.”
Once Bail was gone, Palpatine frowned distastefully. Pacifist fool, he thought, with some measure of contempt. At times, the Chancellor found it amazing that a man like that had survived for so long in the political arena. For all his political savvy and knowledge of government, Organa was far too meddlesome for his own good. And the ultra pacifistic beliefs the Alderaanian espoused grated on Palpatine’s nerves. People were not meant to be treated as equals. They were meant to be controlled and suppressed, as was befitting populations that had no idea what was good for them.
Yes, Organa was a fool, and a traitor to boot. He was plotting against him, Palpatine was sure of it. He just couldn’t prove it.
And that was the problem with being Chancellor. Were he already in complete control, he could simply have Bail arrested and charged with treason. It would be a fitting example to all those would defy him. Unfortunately he was not in complete control of the Senate yet. To arrest Organa for such a heinous crime would be to cause an uproar in the Senate that even his persuasion skills might not be able to diffuse. Outwardly, Bail was as loyal to the Republic and his rule as could be. Numerous investigations into the Senator’s private dealings had not revealed anything suspicious. As far as anyone knew, his stance on the Chancellor’s emergency powers was the only tangible sign of dissent. The Chancellor could hardly arrest him for something that could be dismissed as a philosophical difference between politicians.
Palpatine banished the pestering thoughts. Better to focus on things he could control.
It had been several hours since the climactic battle between Master and Apprentice, and Palpatine was still feeling the repercussions of it. He had lost track of the emotions coursing through each man sometime afterwards…but not before experiencing a wave of powerful triumph from Kenobi, and a feeling of utter despair, and fear, from young Skywalker.
The Force was unusually cloudy today, so he had not attempted to probe any further. What would cause Kenobi and Skywalker to confront each other like that? And what did Obi-Wan do to cause such fear, indeed terror, inside Anakin? Was Obi-Wan blackmailing him? It seemed likely at this point. Had he threatened Amidala in some manner? Palpatine saw no other possible answer. Why else would Anakin become so distraught?
Still, the question remained. Was it really enough to bring the two men into conflict with each other? Anakin was headstrong to the extreme, but it seemed unlikely he would actually fight his old Master over a mere verbal threat. Regardless of which way he looked at it, Palpatine got the feeling there was something he was missing about the situation; some other factor at work here that was somehow avoiding his vision.
No matter. He would get to the bottom of it soon enough. And if Anakin and Kenobi were truly coming to blows over their differences, then perhaps it was time to exploit those differences even further. He had already interfered once. Why should he not do it again?
There were five total sections in Palpatine’s suite at the Republic Executive Building. One was the main office where he received visitors ranging from distinguished politicians to the highest Masters of the Jedi Order. Another was the communication center where he kept track of the war’s latest occurrences. The rooms were practically adjacent to each other, separated only by a hall containing obscure art pieces thousands of years old, on display for all to see. The rest of the remaining areas included a foyer used for a variety of purposes, the Chancellor’s Archives, his personal chambers, and a makeshift office for his Red Guards, all accessible from the art-filled corridor.
Had anyone known the exact nature of the bas-relief and chalice that adorned the hall, they would have suspected that was not all there was to the Chancellor’s office. Out of the five different areas, Palpatine naturally considered his two offices to be the most important. Unbeknownst to anyone, there was a third section that the Chancellor considered vitally important; one invisible to both visitors and the standard sensor sweeps used by the building’s security.
The door was sealed with a biometric identification system – only Palpatine himself could open it. The metal itself was lined with cortosis ore, to prevent any misguided Jedi from slicing through it with a lightsaber. It was hidden behind a near invisible panel in his communications center; only the most discerning, extremely sharp individual could have noticed it. Very few of those privileged enough to enter his private office qualified as that. Even so, they would not have been able to open it, as the switch for said panel was hidden behind the bas-relief in the hallway, and could only be activated by a Force user.
Oddly enough, there were only two things of significance behind all this security. The room itself was bathed in shadow, masking the unimpressive dimensions of the hideaway. Briefly the Chancellor smiled at the required effort to necessary gain access. It was an incredibly sophisticated system for such a small hidden chamber, but Palpatine took no chances when it came to ensuring its continued secrecy. And it was here, in this darkened recess of the Executive Building, that the Supreme Chancellor of the Republic was able to show his true identity to those who served him faithfully.
He had built this room for subterfuge and efficiency. Since there was always the possibility of the signal being traced back to him, he could not use the main communication array to send messages to the Separatist leaders. It was too risky using the same station to manipulate both sides of the war; he needed something he could use solely for the Separatists. And he could not go rushing to his true headquarters every time he needed to send them a message. As Chancellor, he was expected to be in his office suite most of the day. Thus, this particular idea came about.
The first thing of notice in the chamber was a holographic transmitter of the highest quality. It was heavily encrypted with a code unknown to most of the Republic and was extremely difficult to trace, thus ensuring the user’s need for security. Palpatine had placed the order through his servant Mas Amedda, then had the person responsible for filling it killed. Nobody could be allowed to have the slightest hint that he possessed a device of such caliber.
The other was a deceptively simply object whose plain exterior belied its true significance.
A solid black cloak.
Palpatine could have used a Force illusion to present the image of the Sith Lord to his unknowing minions. However, a wise man knew when to reserve his power for more profitable endeavors. Besides, the cloak was more than just a disguise he donned in front of the Separatists. It was a symbol of his status as the Dark Lord of the Sith. It was as much a part of him as the lightsaber he kept in the bronzeum statue guarding his office entryway.
Adjusting the edges of his hood, the façade of Chancellor Palpatine melted away. Darth Sidious activated the holoprojector before him, ready to command his disciples. Seconds later, an image of a cybernetic being appeared from the projector in quarter size scale. The creature was largely mechanical with some with some alien components, and resembled one of the Trade Federation’s standard combat droids in its thinness. Sidious knew underneath that fragile-looking exterior was a creature whose power was matched by few, save for himself and his apprentice.
“General Grievous,” he spoke to the projection. The hologram bowed before his acclaimed and fearsome Master, to whom he was loyal above all.
“Master Sidious. To what do I owe this honor?” Grievous spoke reverently.
The Dark Lord surveyed his subject with a gaze that would have sent shivers down his spine, had Grievous been a normal life form.
“There’s been a slight change of plans,” Sidious informed him. He paused, smiling slightly beneath the cowl that hid most of his features. “I think it’s time we moved up the Utapau campaign.”
“But, my Lord. The campaign is not set for another two years, until the very end of the war,” the cyborg protested.
“The circumstances here have turned in our favor,” Sidious replied cryptically.
“But how can that be, given our recent defeat?”
Sidious expected this response. “We’ve gained a new ally, one who holds a valuable position on the Jedi Council.” He let the statement linger. Briefly Grievous’ eyes widened beneath his mask. “We cannot afford to turn down the opportunity he has given us.”
The Dark Lord’s tone of voice left no room for questioning.
“I…understand, my Lord.”
“Move our closest forces to the Utapau system. Pull them out of neighboring systems if necessary. I want them there with an hour, two at the most.”
“It will be done, my Lord,” Grievous assured him.
“Good. Do not fail me, General,” Sidious warned him. On that note of encouragement, the Dark Lord cut the transmission. The Separatists would be there, Grievous would see to it. Utapau had virtually no defenses. Even if a fraction of their forces was all the General could mobilize, it would be enough.
Now came the waiting game.
~*~
Anakin walked tiredly through the halls of the Jedi Temple. He had had an hour and a half of sparring with Obi-Wan, before his Master was called into the Council chambers early. Anakin guessed they were preparing for the upcoming meeting.
Thankfully, the older man had indeed gone easily on him. Even so, Anakin could not shake the fear he felt whenever he saw Obi-Wan getting ready to execute some particularly dangerous maneuver. His Master had toyed with him the way a Krayt Dragon did with its prey; overall, the sparring session left Anakin extremely unsettled.
Incredibly enough, his Master had no objections to him contacting Padme and telling her he was going to be late. Anakin guessed it was because he wanted to avoid making things any more suspicious than they already were. Anakin was grateful for the opportunity to hear his angel’s voice, though he knew he had to be very careful about what he said. Obi-Wan would no doubt be monitoring his comlink, and would react badly to any hint of danger Anakin provided her.
Padme understood, but her tone of voice left no doubt she was upset about the change in plans. Anakin knew he was going to get it later. For one, he didn’t mind hanging around the Temple. The later he went home, the longer he could avoid the questions that were sure to come. After all, he had promised her that he would tell her everything. Ironic, how one threatening glance from Obi-Wan was all it took to convince him otherwise.
It was about 30 minutes before the meeting that he received the summons to go into the Council chambers early. An emergency Council meeting – Anakin knew that could mean no good. A short time later, he stood before the famed Jedi Council. Obi-Wan had taken his place next to Yoda and Mace Windu. He gazed at Anakin with a stern, no-nonsense expression. Each had walled up their emotions, so it appeared that absolutely nothing was amiss.
“We have called you both here today, because there has been a disturbing development on the war front,” Mace said.
“Indeed. We have just received word: General Grevious has invaded the Utapau system,” Ki-Adi Mundi continued.
“What?” Anakin exclaimed. How was that possible? He thought, mentally reviewing what he knew about the system. Utapau was supposed to be neutral in the war. Any attempt to claim it by the Separatists would result in swift retribution by the Republic. Grievous had to know that. And why would he invade the system after the massive defeat Anakin and Obi-Wan dealt him only days before?
“I’m afraid that we shall have to cut your leave short. We must have you ship out in the morning aboard a Republic transport with a battalion of Clone troopers,” Mace said.
“We understand completely Master,” Obi-Wan answered.
Secretly, Anakin was suddenly filled with that fear and terror that was becoming more and more prevalent in his life. No one else could feel it, except Obi-Wan, for he masked it well.
“Those cold, long nights in our tent will not be so long or cold with you keeping me warm, young one,” Obi-Wan hissed through their bond. An involuntary shiver coursed down Anakin’s spine.
“Anakin, you look pale. Are you all right?” Shaak Ti asked in concern. Anakin snapped out of his daze.
“I am fine, Master Ti,” Anakin lied. Shaak Ti knew something was off…with both of them, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.
“Here is all the information that you will need to know for the mission,” Mace said, as he handed Obi-Wan a datapad.
“Thank you Master. Anakin and I shall go over everything at my apartment this evening,” Obi-Wan said. He carefully hid the shiver of lust and delight that traveled through his body. Anakin could not refuse to come to his apartment in front of the Council. The boy was his for the taking…literally. An idea occurred to him…
“In fact, why don’t you get started on that now, Anakin? You have nothing better to do this afternoon, right?” Obi-Wan inquired.
No! Anakin protested silently, almost letting his mental shielding slip. A sharp pang of terror gripped his heart. He was supposed to go home after this and tell Padme everything. But he could not disobey his Master in front of the Council. Obi-Wan had trapped him, again, and he could not escape from this one. No amount of protest would be tolerated by the Council.
“Of course, Master,” he agreed with no trace of emotion. Anakin left the Council chambers without a word, knowing he had only a few hours until Obi-Wan would claim him once again as the object of his perverted desires.
The Council nodded in satisfaction at Obi-Wan’s suggestion. Only Shaak Ti remained perturbed, staring at the other Master with a feeling she could not identify.
~*~
Anakin stalked silently into Obi-Wan’s apartment. No words were said by the Master at first. They both knew why he was here. As usual, Obi-Wan gazed at him with an unsettling amount of lust. Something was different this time, though. Anakin was sure of it.
It didn’t take long for Obi-Wan to react. The older man wrapped his arms around Anakin, embracing him in a heated kiss. Anakin obediently responded back, allowing himself to be led towards the couch in the living room. But when Obi-Wan began to roam his hands over his body, Anakin suddenly pushed him back. He had had a lot of time to think over the afternoon, and he had decided he wasn’t going to let Obi-Wan do this to him again. Perhaps he couldn’t best the man in a lightsaber duel, but there were other means of resisting.
Undeterred, Obi-Wan again tried to force himself on his apprentice. This time, Anakin pulled back, shoving Obi-Wan away with added Force. Much to his surprise, the Force push barely moved Obi-Wan back a few feet; almost like he was prepared for it. Even so, Anakin retained his defiant expression.
“Watch your attitude, young one,” Obi-Wan warned.
“Stop calling me that! I need to go home and pack for our mission. You used the mission as an excuse to get me here. Well too bad, because I am not going to be your slave anymore!” Anakin shouted.
“I’m warning you, Anakin. Lower your voice,” Obi-Wan said.
“I’m leaving,” Anakin announced, as he headed for the door. He pressed the open button, but nothing happened. He pressed it again and again, before pounding on the door. He slowly turned to Obi-Wan.
“What the hell? Why can’t I get out?!” Anakin yelled.
“You aren’t leaving here until I let you leave,” Obi-Wan replied, as his eyes bored into Anakin. Desperately, Anakin’s eyes searched the room for any means of escape. Seeing that there were none, he realized there was only one option.
“Make this easy on yourself, young one, and submit to me. If you cooperate, I’ll be gentle with you. If not, well, then it will not be pleasant when I finally take you,” Obi-Wan warned.
Anakin turned back and began pounding on the door again, desperately trying to rip it open using his Force enhanced strength. When that didn’t work, he extended both hands. With all his focus on the door, he tried to rip the door out of its frame using the Force. The metal strained under the massive pressure, starting to give way to the invisible force.
Obi-Wan recognized what he was doing. Anger burned hotly in his veins as he reached out and grabbed a fistful of Anakin’s hair. The younger man screamed in pain, as Obi-Wan used his Force enhanced strength to throw him to the floor. Anakin lay dazed and before he could recover, Obi-Wan pulled him up and discarded Anakin’s leather jerkin.
“You’re a slow learner, Padawan, but you’ll soon learn that it is fruitless to resist me and it will only cause you pain,” Obi-Wan said, as he pressed his lips against Anakin’s shoving his tongue inside the younger man’s mouth. Obi-Wan took a hold of the front of Anakin’s tunic and tore it open, ridding him of the now ruined garment. He turned Anakin around and shoved him toward the bedroom.
“Keep walking, Padawan. Anymore resistance and you can say goodbye to your pretty little angel,” Obi-Wan threatened, as he followed closely behind. Anakin could offer no protest, only helpless obedience as his Master forced him into the bedroom.
~*~
The next 47 minutes were the worst of Anakin’s entire life. It was said that there were certain moments in everyone’s life that defined who they were as individuals. Anakin knew without a doubt that this was one of them.
Obi-Wan thrust ruthlessly into his Padawan’s body, which was face down on his Master’s bed. Anakin had never experienced pain such as this before. Every slam of his former Master’s hips was like a branding iron hammering away at his insides. The fire burned in his lower body, prompting Anakin to scream and plead for mercy until his throat was raw from the strain. Obi-Wan gave him none. The older Jedi wrapped his arms around Anakin’s torso, maintaining a death grip on his student that no amount of Force could break. And as the man he once called Master took him with ferocious glee, each agonizing intrusion served to remind Anakin of his new and inescapable place in life.
He was a slave. A slave and a victim to the man he once loved as a brother. And he would always be one for the rest of his entire life. No matter how far he went, he would never escape.
Obi-Wan forced his shaft into Anakin’s body, sheathing himself to the hilt. He caught a glimpse of the agony in Anakin’s eyes, noting that his Padawan was in tears. And he felt powerful…so powerful. Grabbing the young man’s wais, he pulled out and slammed back into his entrance at a brutal, maddening pace. Anakin’s screams and cries came in concert with Obi-Wan’s relentless, pounding thrusts. He gripped the edges of the bed tightly, fingers digging into the mattress with a painful reflex of despair.
For Obi-Wan, the feeling of thrusting himself inside his Padawan’s tight body was heaven. He grunted and groaned in pleasure, as he violently fucked the helpless man beneath him. He felt an oncoming storm rising in his core and made no effort to stop it. Instead he savored it, riding Anakin’s hips with even more fervor than before.
And when at last he reached that precipice of pleasure, Obi-Wan uttered a strangled cry as he emptied himself inside Anakin’s body. He thrust deep into the younger man, letting every last drop of his essence seep into his bowels. Finally he had done it. He had claimed what was rightfully his, and done it with the unrelenting force of a true Master.
Anakin was crying into the bed, gripping the sheets tightly to himself. Obi-Wan slumped down over his Padawan’s, breathing hard from the exertion. He ignored Anakin’s quiet sobs into the sheets, content to enjoy the afterglow of his victory. They stayed like that for a while, with Anakin daring to hope it was over.
He was wrong.
Obi-Wan was far from finished. As he turned his Padawan’s body over, Anakin realized his Master still had sinister intentions for him. Suddenly he found his arms pinned overhead to the sides of the bed. Neither could he move his feet to push the other man away. Obi-Wan was using the Force to restrain him. He feebly attempted to force away Obi-Wan’s grasp, but it was no use. His Master was too powerful and Anakin too weakened from the assault to resist.
Obi-Wan kissed his way down Anakin’s muscular chest, smothering his Padawan’s skin with his lips. His hands were everywhere over Anakin’s body, grasping at his sides and his abs, gliding down to his buttocks and over his thighs. Anakin knew where this was headed.
“Obi-Wan, please. No…” Skywalker pleaded quietly, tears falling down his cheeks. Obi-Wan ignored his protest. He was far beyond the point of caring.
Finally his hands found their way to Anakin’s groin. He clasped the sensitive flesh gently in his hands, fondling it as he would the flesh of a willing lover. Mentally, the younger man screamed in protest as the cold, relentless hands moved over his privates. Anakin would have found it stimulating had it been Padme’s wonderful hands on his body. But it wasn’t, and the fact remained he was a prisoner in this room. There was no escaping the violating touch of his former Master. The older man cupped him in a firm grip, cradling his sac tightly enough to bring pain if necessary. He began to stroke him with the other hand, his intentions clear as day to his Padawan.
This was not about pleasure. Obi-Wan was well aware there was no pleasure to be found in this for Anakin, at least mentally. This was about revenge. Anakin had crossed him one too many times. He had defied Obi-Wan’s judgment and refused to listen to what was best for him. And for that, Obi-Wan would make him pay. Never again would Anakin find satisfaction with another without being reminded of just who was his true Master.
Gradually his flesh hardened under Obi-Wan’s grip. It didn’t matter that Anakin was not attracted to him; that he wanted nothing more than to break out of here and never look back. Obi-Wan forced him to react, calling his body into submission through sheer force of will. Soon his mouth came into play, working its warm touch over Anakin’s member.
“Obi-Wan, please! STOP!” Anakin cried desperately. This was humiliating; it was sadistic and cruel, and that was exactly Obi-Wan’s intent. He wanted to ruin this for Anakin, so that he would never be able to be intimate with Padme again. Not without the shame and humiliation of having his own body turned against him. And the scariest part was, it was working. Never had he felt so repulsed by sex before.
Obi-Wan slipped some of his fingers beneath Anakin’s sac, stopping just above the edge of his entrance. He pressed down on the area with calculated gentleness, granting added stimulation to his unwilling partner. He stroked Anakin’s flesh with ceaseless effort, until at last the younger man felt the eruption building in his groin. Anakin screamed mentally in protest, but there was no holding back the inevitable as his body yielded before Obi-Wan’s sheer power, Anakin exploded into climax, releasing his essence onto his rock hard stomach under Obi-Wan’s indomitable touch. When the onslaught finally cleared, he was rewarded by a satisfied expression from his former Master.
Obi-Wan wore a look of pure triumph on his face. He stared lustfully at Anakin’s exhausted form, badly shaken physically and mentally from his unwanted climax. The look of raw passion on his face, the glistening traces of his essence on his skin…Anakin had never looked better, Obi-Wan thought wryly. If only Amidala could see him now, he thought with pure contempt; if she could only see how utterly defenseless her “Ani” truly was. Obi-Wan was his Master now, as he had been right from the start. He belonged to him, mind, body and soul.
The boy wasn’t going anywhere. And he looked so appetizing with that incredible sheen of sweat…it was all too much for him to bear. He had to have him again…right now.
Obi-Wan released the Force grip he’d maintained on Anakin’s limbs. Descending over his Padawan, he smothered Anakin’s mouth in a powerful kiss. Anakin was too drained to push him off. It was like all the strength had left his body, leaving him a helpless shell for his Master to manipulate. He caught sight of Obi-Wan member, noticing that it was once again rock hard. He recovered quickly, Anakin noted, and there was no denying what he wanted at this moment. Ignoring his feeble groans of protest, Obi-Wan flipped him over onto his stomach. He ran his hands over Anakin’s rear, groping the flesh with a possessive demeanor that was as humiliating to Anakin as anything else that had happened to him tonight.
And when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, Obi-Wan entered him.
Anakin screamed as Obi-Wan’s cock tore into his entrance without warning. This time the thrusts were less intense, but no less invasive to Anakin’s body. His Master was tiring, but there was still enough left in him to fuck Anakin as viciously as he could. Obi-Wan wanted satisfaction one more time before the night was over, and there would be no denying this incredibly powerful Jedi Master, who’d crushed his own former Padawan into a whimpering, helpless slave.
The Master slammed mercilessly into his apprentice, driving home the ownership of his body with each malicious thrust. All Anakin could do was cling desperately to the sheets, hiding his shame-stricken face away from his Master’s glance. Finally, Obi-Wan gave a powerful last thrust into his Padawan, as he once again released his seed into Anakin’s core. The two men collapsed onto the bed, one sated beyond measure, the other humiliated and destroyed beyond any measure of defiance.
Obi-Wan smiled in satisfaction. The sex had far exceeded anything he’d dreamed of, and he knew that he could never let Anakin go now.
Eventually he rose from the bed, standing shakily before his shattered apprentice. He gave Anakin some time to recover, before deciding his Padawan needed some prompting to get moving. Amidala would become suspicious if he kept him here for too long.
“Go get cleaned up, Anakin. Your pretty little wife will worry if I keep you too much longer. You’ll be here tomorrow night at the same time again,” Obi-Wan ordered.
Anakin didn’t answer, still trembling on the bed where Obi-Wan had ravaged him. He didn’t move; all he could do was lay on his side, crying softly into the bed.
“Do you hear me, Padawan?” Obi-Wan asked more harshly.
A faint, barely audible reply. “Yes Master,” Anakin replied automatically. He got up painfully from the bed, taking longer than he ever had to get dressed. When he was finally steady enough on his feet, he left the apartment that was his former Master’s home, knowing he was never coming here again.
He had had enough.
~*~
Anakin stood at the door to the apartment he shared with his Padme. His body was sore beyond belief. He could barely walk. Hell, he could barely do anything. It was all he could manage to stay on his feet, and there were several times when he feared he would lose control of his speeder from the shaking in his hands. He hoped his angel was asleep. All he wanted was to fall into bed, go straight to sleep, and pretend this horrific experience had never happened, though he knew that was impossible – this would haunt him in his dreams for the rest of his days.
He opened the door to their apartment…
…and found himself staring right into his angel’s inquisitive eyes.
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