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- 1-Who Needs Who
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Who Needs Who?
Chapter 2

By: Jedishampoo (Jedishampoo@aol.com)

Pairings: Obi-Wan/Anakin, O/f, A/f

Rating: R to NC-17

Summary/Author�s notes: Continuation of unapologetically trite plot. No,
it�s apologetic. I am so ashamed.

Disclaimer: Not mine, but Lucasfilms�s.
I made no money off writing this.
***
Anakin was enjoying himself
thoroughly. This was not a surprise to him: indulging in lovemaking was one of
his favorite of the proscribed pastimes for a Jedi. Normally his friend would
not be his choice of partner, but he couldn�t deny it: he was making love to
Obi-Wan as much as he�d ever made love to his wife. And having Obi-Wan the
Ever-Calm at his mercy was an added bonus.
Just as an experiment, he
slid his mouth across Obi-Wan�s bearded chin,
savoring the new sensation of prickly hairs brushing his lips, and breathed on
the underside of his jaw. He felt the shudder and the vibration of the moan
he�d won, and his tongue could feel the erratic beat of the vein pulsing
beneath it.
Obi-Wan wasn�t the
experiment�s only subject. When Mazhi had ordered
this scenario Anakin had been reluctant yet undeniably curious. How interesting
would it be to kiss Obi-Wan, who was the essence of repressed Jedi?
It had turned out to be
pretty damned interesting after all. Obi-Wan�s mouth
was soft, human. Anakin�s blood was already up after his earlier encounter and
this experience only pushed it further. He wondered how far he could go, how
far he could enjoy himself, and whether or not it would be expected or right.
Obi-Wan might like it now but later there would be a price, and Anakin really
had no score to settle with him, past proving he could do this,
that was.
Truth be told, Anakin
justified, Obi-Wan had been the one to agree to their capture� to this whole
situation. And it was obvious he needed the fleshly contact, just as it was
obvious he hadn�t found it with the Queen.
His pulse tasted wonderful,
and the skin of the chest heaving beneath Anakin�s was sticky and alive. And
all was the more intense because it was familiar and yet not, to be this
aroused with someone he knew so well.
Anakin didn�t care anymore
that their captors were watching. He would do what he wanted, and what was
necessary to the now. Still holding Obi-Wan�s jaw
steady with his biomechanical hand, he slid bare fingers down across Obi-Wan�s soft belly, beneath the pillow smashed between them.
It was only a slight
surprise to feel the hot, dry skin of Obi-Wan�s
erection meet his fingertips. Mostly Anakin was glad to not be the only one to
be excited by all this. His grasp slipped around it and tugged, tentative.
Obi-Wan, startled, gasped into his mouth, lingered a second too long, then
jerked his body and tried to pull away. Anakin didn�t let go.
"No, Anakin,"
Obi-Wan pled with him, blue eyes agonized, breathing heavy. Anakin tightened
his grip, a hard stroke, and Obi-Wan�s deep breaths
hitched, just slightly.
Anakin knew he was doing
the right thing. "Relax," he breathed a second time, this time
meaning it. "I�m trying to help you."
He kissed Obi-Wan again,
swallowing his protests. Several long, tight strokes beneath the pillow and
Obi-Wan shuddered. Anakin felt his pain�his own was terrible.
"Anakin,
no."
Obi-Wan was hoarse, desperate now, excited but
embarrassed.
"Shhh,"
he whispered in reply, biting Obi-Wan�s soft lower
lip in an attempt to distract him from the silent, watching women. They�d gone
this far, and he was determined to finish it no matter who saw them. He had to
do this. "Pointless to stop now."
He breathed hot in Obi-Wan�s ear, feeling the shivered replying breaths against
his cheek. His fingers found a steady, hard rhythm beneath the pillow. Obi-Wan�s body stilled as he gave up and held on for dear life,
fingers clutching at Anakin�s shoulders, digging into his skin.
Anakin pulled away to watch
as his strokes reached their goal. It was lovely to see�Obi-Wan was nothing like himself, but more human, unrestrained. He
felt it through their pressed-together skin as every muscle Obi-Wan had
contracted inwards, and was released in an "Ah!" torn from his
throat. Sharp breaths and a hot stickiness against Anakin�s hand, slickening his grip.
He relaxed his fingers
slowly, knowing how sensitive the skin of Obi-Wan�s
cock would be now, because his own was aching. He reveled in it, thrilled with
the whole experience, this glimpse into Obi-Wan as a soul with human failings;
thrilled to have shared it all with someone he trusted. He wondered whether
Obi-Wan might forgive him long enough to touch him in return, and whether or
not he could bear it, the strangeness and excitement of it all.
After a few moments he
risked a glance at Obi-Wan�s face. His blond hair was
in disarray, but his blue eyes were coming back into focus, and intent.
Etched across his irises
was intent to kill Anakin.
Alarmed, Anakin scrambled
off to lean against the wall, just out of Obi-Wan�s
reach. No words were spoken. They just glared at each other for a full minute,
both of them still breathing heavily. Anakin tried to decide if he�d done the
right thing after all. What if Obi-Wan never forgave him for taking the
liberties he had?
The Queen spoke, startling
them both. "Well done," she said, laughing and clasping her hands.
"Come here, young man."
Trying to play it cool,
Anakin stood, uncaring that his own erection was more than visible, and
sauntered over to the bed where the Queen held her own naked court. He never
glanced at the other woman.
There was no need. The
Queen�s eyes gleamed. Anakin knew what she wanted.
What the heck, he thought. His erotic frustration
at the moment wasn�t for her. It was more private, something that would have to
be dealt with later. But right then, it seemed, he wasn�t going to get a better
offer from any of the other inhabitants of the room.
And Mazhi
could be relegated to watching again. The thought made him feel much better.
***
Obi-Wan just couldn�t
watch. He couldn�t watch Anakin make a further spectacle of himself, throwing
himself headlong into the part they were to play.
Like he�d thrown himself
into what had just happened. Obi-Wan wasn�t really
angry at what Anakin had done�the usual litany invaded his mind, that the whole
thing was partially his fault, for agreeing to the scenario. And he had to
admit that he had�enjoyed it. He just hadn�t liked Anakin making a spectacle of
him.
He kept his head turned,
but could still hear the erotic noises emanating from the direction of the bed.
A last vestige of pride kept him from clapping his hands over his ears.
Weren�t they ever going to
get tired?
His solitary, taciturn
grumblings were interrupted by the arrival of the advisor. She sat down next to
him, silent for a few moments.
"He�s like an� indefatigable force of nature," she finally said.
Her voice sounded wistful, something Obi-Wan would not have expected from her. At least in relation to Anakin.
"Indeed," was
Obi-Wan�s careful reply.
The force of nature was
finally tiring itself out, if the cessation of most of the noise was any
indication. Quiet laughter, low talk, then the Queen, splayed out upon the bed
in a happy languor. "Quite enough excitement for one evening," she
said, kicking one bare foot in a last burst of energy. "Mazhi, call the guards and have these two escorted back to
the servant�s quarters."
"As
you wish." Mazhi was crisp, businesslike again. Obi-Wan just had time
to find his shirt and trousers and dress before the women came to take them
away. Mazhi gestured, and one of the guards tossed a
drapery from a chair at Anakin.
Serves
him right, though
Obi-Wan, uncharitably. The guards led them off, Obi-Wan following at a discreet distance.
Anakin hung back and walked
silently beside him. It was an uncomfortable, heavy silence. A
sigh from Anakin, then finally speech. "You have to speak to me
again sometime."
"You really, really
didn�t have to do that, Anakin." Obi-Wan knew Anakin was correct, but
still he let his remaining frustration color his quiet tone. "At
least not� quite in that way."
"I�m sorry,
Master," Anakin said. What was odd was that he did sound
apologetic.
"You didn�t have to
prove your point on me. I�d hoped I�d earned your respect more than that."
"That�s not what I was
doing," Anakin said.
"Well then, what were
you doing?"
"I don�t know."
Anakin sounded� sad. Obi-Wan hadn�t expected that.
He, Obi-Wan, remembered
that he had started this. Anakin had just finished it. This is what Obi-Wan got
for making the decision he had, without�and there he was, reciting the litany
of guilt and blame again. How typical. And how tiring, and thoroughly annoying,
that game was becoming. Humor returned. If Obi-Wan couldn�t laugh at himself,
at whom could he laugh?
"I�m going to have
to make love with one of them now, you know that," he said, lightening his
tone. "If only to prove that I�m not attracted to you."
Anakin chuckled. "I did
go a little overboard, didn�t I?"
He sounded apologetic, but
not regretful. Pure Anakin. Obi-Wan wondered how he
himself really felt.
***
Light seeped through his
eyelids. Anakin woke next to Obi-Wan, not touching him, but hearing his snores.
They�d been given one cot to sleep in, large enough, but still not how he
preferred to sleep. He rather thought he preferred sleeping next to Padme. She didn�t snore.
But Padme
wasn�t here now, and Obi-Wan was. In the light of
morning the night before seemed odd, distant, like something that had happened
to someone else. It was discomforting. Anakin liked to remember. He
thought harder.
Snippets of memory
returned, those connected with emotion�Obi-Wan kissing him, Obi-Wan angry at
him. The Queen, only a job, not personal. Anger at Mazhi slid away, was gone. She was a
nobody, and would not matter to his life in any stretch of a long run.
But Obi-Wan he would have to live with. It probably shouldn�t have happened.
But it had happened, it was there in both their memories, and there really was
nothing he could do about it now. He�d already apologized. What more was there
to do?
Do it again? a small,
secret voice asked. Anakin mentally bashed the secret voice into silence with
secret, mental fists. Lust was one emotion he could handle. In
his own good time. Curiosity was harder to manage.
"Snork?" Apparently Obi-Wan was awake. He
stirred, rolled over. Bleary blue eyes regained slow focus. "Oh, it�s you.
We�re still here, I see."
"Yes." Anakin
didn�t risk another comment.
"And we�re not
alone." Obi-Wan looked around at the other servants beginning to wake and
move about.
"No."
Phomn, the only other servant they�d yet
spoken to for any length of time, came over to them. "You need to
rise," he said. "Though of course I cannot command you, only
suggest."
"Of
course."
Obi-Wan�s tone was dry.
"Your duties are to be
the same as yesterday."
"All of them?"
Anakin had to ask.
"Yes. You will be on
guard again."
"Great," Anakin
said with a good deal of sarcasm. At Phomn�s look of
horror he held all other quips at bay.
Boredom. Sitting. Lunch. Boredom. Mazhi ordering Anakin to complete
trivial tasks. Anakin ignoring her as much as
possible. He knew it drove her crazy, but that was only of slight
interest. He barely even wanted to kill her today.
The end
of the Queen�s meetings, the call to leave, following the Queen and Mazhi.
Surprise. Obi-Wan was
called to visit the Queen again. What, he hadn�t talked at her enough last
time?
No surprise in store for
Anakin. He followed Mazhi to her room, wondering what
was going on elsewhere. Was Obi-Wan fulfilling his
wish to reassert his masculinity?
Mazhi�s sharp voice penetrated his haze of
indifference. "Are you deaf as well as insolent? I told you to remove your
clothing."
He didn�t even bother to
reply, but simply yanked off the shirt and trousers, every motion mechanical, a
stark change from the night before. And it bothered her, he could tell. A
little crease formed between her dark brows, and then smoothed itself out as
she realized he was watching.
"Lie down."
They�d been here before.
She wasn�t very original. Naked, he reclined, and stared at the ceiling. Was
Obi-Wan really over it? His every stiff muscle had screamed his tension as
they�d separated this evening. Would the Queen be able to rouse him from it?
"You are not
listening, you impertinent boy!" Mazhi
practically shrieked. Anakin tried to focus on her; she stood over him, chin
thrown back, chest thrown forward, begging him to want her, sulky because she
didn�t have his attention. Couldn�t reignite the fire that
had burned the night before. But Anakin just couldn�t indulge her, this
time.
"No," he
admitted.
"You are thinking
about that other woman." She sounded petulant.
"Of
course."
Actually he hadn�t been, but it was as good an excuse as any. Briefly he
considered saying, my wife, but that wasn�t a secret he could afford to
reveal, especially to her.
Rather than lashing out or
berating him, as he�d expected, she only said "hmph"
and plopped onto the bed, arms crossed.
So Anakin lay back and
waited.
***
Obi-Wan was having better
luck with Phebe this time. So far he�d managed to
stay next to her when he�d removed her dress, and had managed not to say
anything stupid to excite her pity.
He was a servant, this was
expected of him, and he would be gone soon, he told himself. It took a little
work to release his lingering pique at her for her behavior toward him last
night. But this time, she didn�t humiliate him by trying to impose her will
upon him. He knew her a little better now, had seen her in action, both in the
bedroom and out of it. Her body he could admire, soft yet toned, warm pressed
against him.
And she didn�t try to make
him kiss her, only let him hold her, let him relax. The familiar slow spread of
desire trickled through his veins, intensified by the touch of her fingertips
on his shoulders, his arms; the touch of her lips on the underside of his jaw,
admittedly a weak spot, gave him a shiver.
He wanted to erase her
memories of the previous evening. His own, he would have to deal with himself.
He wondered vaguely if this
was what Anakin had felt�this need to prove himself. The thought spurred him
on, drove his hands to push her to the bed, to crawl atop her. Why, Obi-Wan
didn�t want to analyze at the moment, because then he was buried inside her,
and this was what it was supposed to feel like, and the rhythm was all his own,
his choice.
***
Anakin lay in the cot in
the servant�s quarters, alone. Mazhi had simply
stared at him for a few minutes, allowing him to daydream, private thoughts.
Finally she�d signaled for the guards to return, her voice laced with
disappointment and disgust that she couldn�t hide under her mask of female
superiority. Her Jedi toy had not been as much fun, tonight.
He wondered how Obi-Wan was faring. Was he talking the Queen�s ears off again, or
was he actually getting something productive done? And why should Anakin care,
or feel slightly�jealous?
He knew what his problem
was. Things were unfinished, and that always drove him crazy. In looking for a
truth to cling to�in holding steadfastly to a perverse desire to Show Them All,
he�d started something and it had not been followed through to its natural
conclusion. And he wanted to know what might have happened if it had. Passions
ruled him and they always had. Normally he could use the Force to ease that.
But his connection to it was severed, all here was severed from the real world
where Obi-Wan was his fighting partner and friend and
he himself was The Jedi Without Fear. Here, he was lost, adrift, with focus but
without appropriate focus.
All was silent, the other
servants asleep in their own cubbyholes scattered about the walls of the
chamber. They were tired after a long day of actual work. Anakin lay there
awake, and remembered other times when he�d thought he�d kill for the ability
to get five minutes� rest. Here he had an abundance of time, but couldn�t make
use of it.
So what was Obi-Wan doing?
Was he even now expending all that passionate energy on the Queen? Perhaps
finding her more interesting than Anakin had?
The thought was arousing. Just what he needed. What, hadn�t he had enough already? Probably not. He�d surprised himself sometimes with his
un-Jedi-like devotion to sexual stamina, as his brief visits to Coruscant, to Padme, had proved.
That thought was exciting
as well. Anakin squirmed in the bed, which only made it worse. Exasperated, he
lay still, listening to the other servants in the room, making sure they really
were asleep. Then he slipped a cautious hand beneath the covers, a brief touch
to his already-pulsing erection, the familiar all-over shiver. He could take
his time with it. Apparently he had all night.
He was just becoming very
happy with himself when the sound of a door opening and closing stilled his
fingers. Then came the sound of feet brushing across
the stone floor. He knew the walk. It was Obi-Wan.
"Anakin," Obi-Wan
whispered. His voice was weary.
"I�m here," he
whispered back, trying to shift his body, to hide anything embarrassing from
Obi-Wan�s keen eyes. To distract him, he said,
"You sound tired."
Obi-Wan sat on the edge of
the bed but didn�t lay back. "What I would really like is a bath. I think
I could find the bathing room again, where we left our clothing, our gear. But
who knows if we�re allowed?"
"We could always
try," Anakin replied. "The worst they could do is stop
us. Bring us back here."
Obi-Wan�s
eyes focused on him in the scant light. "You want to come as well?"
"I can�t sleep. I�ve
got nothing better to do."
Obi-Wan stood, looked at
him consideringly for a moment. "Very
well. But I very much want a bath. If anyone sees us, it will be your
job to distract them."
"Fine. I can be the bait. Just this once." Anakin sat up, movements silent, and
followed Obi-Wan from the room.
***
"Pfft!"
Obi-Wan�s head broke the surface and he spit out hot
water. His hair dripped and he slicked it back, then leaned back against the
stone rim of the deep, circular tub and watched as Anakin, naked, mechanical
arm and all, joined him in the water. The tub was more than big enough for two.
Obi-Wan suspected it was sometimes used to serve many at once. But they were
alone now, and the hot water had a flowery, disinfectant smell about it.
Obi-Wan was pleased.
Anakin slipped under the
surface of the water as well, but stayed there. A long time.
Obi-Wan shrugged and
grabbed a bar of soap, washing the two days� worth of sweat, grime and who knew
what else from his hair and skin. When Anakin finally came up for air,
sputtering, Obi-Wan offered him the soap but Anakin only shook his head.
"From the taste of the
water, there�s probably not much point," he said, pulling his own hair out
of his eyes with metal fingers and resting his back against the tub, directly
across from Obi-Wan.
"Feels good to be
clean," Obi-Wan said, and closed his eyes. The steam was refreshing, the
water, soothing to his tired muscles after sitting for hours and his exertions
with the Queen. Phebe really was limber for her age,
thought Obi-Wan. And also very limber for someone who sat
around all day. Of course, she probably had plenty of male servants to
keep her young at night.
Pleasant as it had been he
didn�t really want to think any more about it, or about anything else. They
were halfway finished on this planet. He knew he should consider their time
here restful; they�d been forced to do more horrible things to acquire a treaty
than sit around playing servant, or having sexual relations with beautiful
women, or one�s friends. But Obi-Wan was too used to
war and to being active. He thought that probably was a bad thing.
But for now, all was
silent. It was a companionable silence. At least, Obi-Wan had thought it so.
Ripples in the surface of the water kept splashing against his chin, filling
his ears. Obi-Wan opened his eyes to see Anakin watching him. Caught, Anakin�s
gaze slid off to the side. And he was fidgeting.
Anakin was often reticent
about his problems, his emotions. But Obi-Wan had a feeling that tonight it
wouldn�t take much to draw out the truth. He only wondered what he would do
with it once it was out in the open. Look at it? Examine it? Last night their
conversation and his accusations had barely scratched the surface of the whole
situation. Lust was a difficult thing. It was too basic. Too
distracting. He sighed. "What�s wrong with you?"
"I don�t know."
Anakin�s brows were lowered, his eyes still sliding to the periphery, a
familiar expression.
"Didn�t you wear
yourself out last night?"
"Snippy," Anakin
replied.
"True." Obi-Wan
wondered why he�d said it. He supposed he was still clinging to a little bit of
resentment at Anakin�s show-offiness.
"I wish I had,"
Anakin continued. "I feel� I don�t know. Itchy. Unfinished."
"Why?"
"I don�t know,"
Anakin said, then turned to look at Obi-Wan fully.
"Actually, I do. It�s because of you."
"Because
of me?" So
this is what Obi-Wan did with the truth. Pretended he didn�t know what Anakin
was talking about.
Anakin didn�t answer but
sank beneath the water, slipping out of sight, reappearing above the surface
only inches from Obi-Wan. He watched Obi-Wan intently, laying his hands on his
shoulders, then was still, biting his lip.
"What you need is a cold
bath, I think," Obi-Wan joked, trying not to notice the way Anakin�s long
fingers squeezed at his shoulders.
Anakin snorted. "If I
thought that would work, I would try it," he said, then floated forward
the last few inches between them, and kissed Obi-Wan on the mouth, his lips
wet. Nothing demanding, just a question.
But for
whom? Obi-Wan
pulled back, just a little, and looked at his friend. All around them was
shadow, scant light creeping in from the high windows making their conversation
a watery, moonlit little oasis. "So tell me. Is this
what will work?"
Anakin didn�t answer with
words but only swallowed again and tilted his head to kiss Obi-Wan�s bearded chin, then his neck, his shoulder, all slow,
all gentle. It tingled where his lips touched. Odd, as
before, but oddly pleasant nonetheless.
Obi-Wan brought a hand from
under the water and lay it on Anakin�s cheek, then after a moment raised the
other one to hold Anakin�s face still, to hold it away. "You also need a
shave," he said, a distraction while he gathered his thoughts. Along with
it came a hope that his voice didn�t sound as wavery
as it felt.
Anakin laughed, softly.
"It�s this place. We�re out of place, here. Things aren�t normal."
"And that�s why you
need a shave? Unless you�re trying to grow a beard like your
old Master." Now Obi-Wan was chattering.
He never chattered.
Anakin just shook his head,
squeezing Obi-Wan�s shoulders again for emphasis.
"No. And stop circumventing the issue."
Certainly Anakin could be
astute when he wished. The exact issue was, should
they continue what had been started the evening before? Play the game Obi-Wan
had refused to finish? He gave himself another moment to consider it, wondering
if this was the only way, if this would give Anakin what he thought he needed. Obi-Wan
rarely knew what Anakin wanted or needed. It was one of his failings as a
master, as a friend. And they were out of place here, and he was curious
as well; why else would he have wondered what Anakin was doing while he himself
was in bed with a beautiful woman, and Obi-Wan realized that he was taking a
damned long time to justify something that he already knew was going to happen.
There would be no peace until it did. "Will this be the end of it?"
"Yes."
Strangely, Obi-Wan believed
him, so he nodded. And Anakin smiled, that heart-stopping half-grin of his, and
moved closer until closer was no longer an issue, and wasted no time doing what
he wanted.
Apparently what he wanted
was to lick every drop of water from Obi-Wan�s face.
He kissed his mouth, his nose, his eyelashes.. Again,
it was odd, surreal, to intimate for words, to be sharing this sort of
experience when not forced to.
Anakin wrapped his metal
fingers in Obi-Wan�s wet hair and kissed his mouth,
deep, and Obi-Wan just let it happen, let himself feel it. And it felt very
nice indeed to halt the unfair dissemination, and to just give himself over to
the physical sensation of expressing affection by shoving their tongues down
each other�s throats. They stayed like that for Obi-Wan knew not how long. A minute, ten?
His arms had worked their
way around Anakin�s water-slicked back, and Anakin was pressed up against him
so tightly that in that moment it was hard to see him as anything other than a
sexual being. The muscles in his belly contracted with every deep breath he
took, felt rather than heard. And he felt something else�Anakin�s penis, hard
already, pressing against his stomach.
He wasn�t the only one.
Really, Obi-Wan hadn�t expected that. He�d thought himself worn out, old and
tired, but that was not the case here.
Either Anakin noticed or
was reading his mind or both, because he slid his mouth to speak panting
breaths in Obi-Wan�s ear. "What happened with
you and the Queen?" he exhaled.
Obi-Wan shivered in the hot
water, not from the words but from the soft insistent lips caressing his
earlobe. "Is that what this is about?"
"No. Maybe,"
Anakin admitted, running his smooth, metal-tipped fingers underwater along Obi-Wan�s ribs, his hips. "I just wondered."
"Hmmm." Skirting yet another issue, but
past the point where it mattered.
Anakin wasn�t to be
satisfied with that reply. "Did you enjoy it?" he whispered, long wet
fingers doing insane things to Obi-Wan�s armpits.
"Yes."
Anakin grunted, a small
angry sound, and kneeled on either side of Obi-Wan�s
hips on the stone bath seat, the hard hinge of his palm in the small of Obi-Wan�s back shoving him forward, hard. More whispers below
his ear, muffled vibrations at the sensitive bend of his jaw.
"More
than once?"
"What do you want,
Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked, sliding a hand along the ridge of Anakin�s spine,
up to grab his hair, pulling him away a bit. Anakin�s eyes held that dark look
again. Obi-Wan needed to finish this.
Anakin seemed to know he�d
crossed a line. "Sorry," he said, and eased his grip, caressing where
he�d pushed, insistent, a moment before. His limbs relaxed and he closed his
eyes. "Sorry," he whispered again, against Obi-Wan�s
half-open lips.
Obi-Wan remembered the
erotic frustration which had haunted Anakin�s eyes the night before, the
disappointed hurt at Obi-Wan�s anger, and he thought
he might know what Anakin needed. Reciprocation.
"Here," he said,
pushing them off from the side of the tub to half-float in the deep middle.
Here they were unequal in size. Obi-Wan had to stretch a bit to kiss Anakin�s
wet cheek, next to his ear. He tasted of sweat and flowery disinfectant. His
two days� growth of beard was slightly scratchy against Obi-Wan�s
lips, but not unpleasantly so.
It seemed Anakin was unused
to not being in control in this particular type of situation. He tried to turn
his head to meet Obi-Wan�s lips, but was stopped by
Obi-Wan�s gentle grip on his chin. "Obi-Wan,
what--"
"Hold still,"
Obi-Wan interrupted him. After all, Obi-Wan had been the Master for longer than
Anakin. He swam his other hand underwater, searching for the erect length of
Anakin�s penis. He found it, hard beneath his fingers, jumping slightly as he
held it fast.
"Ah!" Apparently
Anakin was surprised. But he didn�t pull away. He leaned forward and held onto
Obi-Wan�s shoulders, a standing reenactment of the
night before, the actors switched.
"Just be still,"
Obi-Wan whispered again, sliding his palm along the hardened flesh, trying to
decide where to start, how to do this to someone else. It wasn�t difficult, he just crooked his elbow so, and tugged against
the wet, soft skin. Anakin shuddered. His forehead fell against Obi-Wan�s shoulder, and he tried to comply with the order but
his hips gave a little jerk forward.
Obi-Wan didn�t answer or
offer a correction, just moved his hand along the length of the penis, its
head, trying to find a pleasing cadence. They were still pressed close; now and
then the back of his hand brushed against his own erection, giving him a jolt,
but he tried to avoid it, tried not to stop.
It seemed to work. Anakin
huffed against his shoulder, trying to match the rhythm with his hips. There
followed a few silent minutes, punctuated only by Anakin�s short breaths and
the lap of the water against their shoulders. Obi-Wan felt Anakin�s movements
slow, become heavy, and so he kissed Anakin�s cheek again, trying to be
soothing. Anakin shook and tipped forward. There was no ejaculation that
Obi-Wan could feel under the water, only the strain of climax against his
fingers.
What he could feel,
however, was Anakin�s teeth scraping against his
collarbone. "Ouch," he said, low.
But Anakin heard and looked
at him, laughing between breaths. "Sorry, Master," he said, with a
sheepish half-grin, eyes shining through the embarrassment.
Obi-Wan smiled in return.
"Oh, so it�s �Master� again, is it?" he said, trying to ease the
awkward moment, to be kinder than he had the previous evening. Hoping that he�d helped Anakin somewhat, and wishing that he wasn�t
so aware of his own aching arousal.
"I know," Anakin
said, agreeing with the unspoken statement about superiority and his lack of
recognizing it. Then hie wrapped his arms tightly
around Obi-Wan, and kissed him again, trapping him.
It seems we�re not done
yet, thought
Obi-Wan.
***
If Obi-Wan believed they
were finished, then he was wrong, thought Anakin. He
supposed there was a thing or two he could do to dispel that notion.
Not that having had Obi-Wan
touch him in that way had been a bad thing. An ecstatic thing would be a more
appropriate description, and surprise at Obi-Wan�s
actually having done it certainly had only made it more arousing.
A state of high excitement
beyond belief had followed him around all day, notwithstanding his lack of
interest in Mazhi. One orgasm wasn�t going to clear
it out, and this was his only chance to do something about it. He was driven by
a need to possess, and the need to be the best, but that didn�t make the doing
any less wonderful. And it was time to start.
With his body he shoved
Obi-Wan back against the edge of the tub, back to where they�d started. Obi-Wan
made a muffled sound into Anakin�s mouth as he hit and Anakin thought perhaps
he�d pushed too hard. But he didn�t really care.
Maneuvering himself into a
comfortable position, he licked his way down to Obi-Wan�s
jaw, already knowing after so short a time what it would do to him. It worked.
Obi-Wan gulped and shuddered. His beard was soft, fuzzy beneath Anakin�s lips.
The only problem with torturing Obi-Wan this way was that moving his mouth had
given Obi-Wan room to start speaking again.
"Anakin, we�re done
here. We need to return," he said, voice wobbly.
"Not yet," Anakin
replied. "You agreed. And I want to try� something�oof!"
he exhaled, grabbing Obi-Wan�s shoulders and hauling
him out of the water, onto the wide stone lip of the tub. Quick as lightning he
half-climbed out as well and sprawled atop him, straddling him, one leg still
in the tub.
Obi-Wan shivered and Anakin
did the same, only half in sympathy. The cool night air was a slight shock
after the steamy bath. To stave off the chill he set about exploring. Here,
where all was his and there was no one else to watch.
They�d moved into shadow
but still Anakin could touch, see the skin he rubbed warm with the sensors on
his mechanical fingers. Obi-Wan had lost weight in the last few years. His
compact frame had dropped inches in places, still muscled but wiry. In the murk
Anakin�s eyes could make out a few scars here and there, some whose injuries he
remembered or had inflicted (in practice of course), yet discovering others
he�d not known about. He kissed them all. At each, Obi-Wan shuddered, trying to
breathe deep, calming breaths, but past speaking, Anakin hoped. Down the
breastbone, he slid his lips along Obi-Wan�s belly,
still soft despite his slimness, tasting that water on his skin, letting the
small line of hairs at Obi-Wan�s navel tickle his
nose, his forehead. Hard, warm flesh brushed against his chin, and Anakin
remembered what he�d set out to do.
This was something he�d
always wanted to try. Immodest, audacious, but then Anakin had never held much
with modesty in anything, let alone anything sexual. He�d had it done to him,
even seen it done, but until now had not found opportunity to try it. Who
better to torture than Obi-Wan?
Suddenly he realized that
he was in an awkward position, about to fall off the edge of the tub. That
would be much too undignified. With a small splash he slid into the water,
standing on the stone seat between Obi-Wan�s legs. He
admired the view for a moment, the tufts of hair, Obi-Wan�s
cock rising from it, all Anakin�s doing.
But he�d waited too long.
Obi-Wan seemed to have his suspicious about what Anakin was planning�he started
shifting his legs and trying to rise, making noises about the cold, mumbling
that he either needed to get dressed or get back into the tub.
"Fine," Anakin
said, and grabbed Obi-Wan�s hips, pretending that he
was pulling him back into the water, yet instead he just held him still, and
slid his lips around the end of Obi-Wan�s penis.
Obi-Wan gasped and jumped, but Anakin had him held still. Obi-Wan�s position had no leverage, not with Anakin holding his
hips, and they both knew it.

He took a moment to savor the clean taste of it. It tasted like skin, like the
perfume of the water, like the rest of Obi-Wan. A little more he allowed
himself, sucking on it a bit, then pulling away to lick down its side, to the
wiry hairs at its base.
"Anakin�you can�t."
Somehow Obi-Wan had caught breath to speak, but his voice was shaky, a
breathless tone that warmed Anakin�s veins, resonated deep in his belly.

But Anakin couldn�t answer because his mouth was full. He pressed his lips
hard, knowing what it would do to Obi-Wan, and hoping for it.
Right he was. Obi-Wan
wheezed again, waving his hands for a moment as if to grab Anakin�s away, then
retreating to gain purchase on the wet stone, trying to keep himself
from falling backwards off the tub onto the tiled floor.
After a few more sucks that
only made Obi-Wan more helpless, Anakin risked pulling away for a moment.
"I can," he said, kissing the soft skin on the inside of Obi-Wan�s thigh. "And I want to. So shut up."
"Yes," Obi-Wan
managed. And Anakin thrilled to hear it, because such a capitulation only made
Anakin�s victory that much more complete. Now Obi-Wan would just have to
enjoy it.
So he moved back,
re-warming with his mouth the hard flesh cooled by the air in the room,
re-wetting it with his tongue. Obi-Wan groaned, and Anakin grinned inwardly,
feeling evil, toying with the idea of drawing this out like he�d wanted to for
himself. Not touching with his hands, because that would be too easy. And he
had all night.
Well, not really. And while
pleasurable enough, what he was doing to his friend was so intimate, so erotic,
that he could only imagine it being done to himself. Images flickered in his
mind, of Padme doing it to him, or even Obi-Wan.
Would his beard scratch, and how astonishing might that feel?
And he was hard and aching
horribly again, and the hot water felt great but was no substitute for touch.
So he pulled his left hand, his real hand, away from Obi-Wan�s
hip to wrap his fingers around his own erection, more urgent than before, when
he�d been lying alone in bed, imagining having Obi-Wan do such a thing. His own
palm was ruthless, the culmination of an erotic fantasy he didn�t realize he�d
had until now.
But the excitement began to
require a divided attention. And the torture was not really fair. An opportunity
had been given him to do something unique in his life, and he�d been given a
friend to do it with, and he was wasting the opportunity on himself. He really
was a selfish being.
Finally, though, affection
won out and he pulled his hand away from himself, valiantly, he thought,
ignoring the throbbing pain he�d created and exacerbated, and slid it under
Obi-Wan�s testicles, supple and pliable in his palm,
and infinitely interesting.
Feeling a bit guilty he
whispered a few nonsense words, soothing and fond, and went back to work. With
his mechanical thumb he rubbed the small indent, the concave juncture between
Obi-Wan�s hip and thigh, touch pads describing it to
him as impossibly soft.
With his mouth he swallowed
Obi-Wan�s cock, slick with his own spit, as far as he
could, while his fingers squeezed, and he inhaled deeply. Dimly he heard Obi-Wan�s breath speed and catch, speed and catch, felt his own
ear brushed by a shaking palm. He could taste a small sweet saltiness, viscous
on the back of his tongue. Obi-Wan uttered what sounded like a cross between a
cough and a whine, and Anakin�s mouth was filled, sticky. Obi-Wan gasped,
pulling Anakin�s hair. An unmitigated success, despite his
own pain.
"Tremendous,"
Anakin said as he backed away. Then he grabbed Obi-Wan�s
hands from their various locations and pulled, jerking him off the edge of the
tub and into it, then sinking with him into the deep, keeping his mouth open. After a bit he came back up for air and for a warm, shaking body to
press against.
"Anakin," Obi-Wan
said, then was silent.
"Eh," Anakin
said, dribbling water from his mouth. Then he was free to touch himself again,
grasping fingers as harsh as they could be in the silky water, and it was going
to take almost nothing to finish this for himself, he was so aroused. But then,
Obi-Wan was sinking again, getting his revenge it seemed, for his beard really
was rough and wonderful, and the sexual agony at the unbelieveability
of it all was unbearable. His second orgasm was almost violent, ripping in its
intensity, and he yelled, echoing about the room for a moment, and he clapped
his hand over his mouth in shock at his own noise.
"Pfft,"
Obi-Wan broke the surface in his usual manner, spitting. He wiped his face, and
then sent his usual glare in Anakin�s direction. "I think I have water up
my nose," he said.
Anakin laughed into his
hand, trying to cover his amusement, but was so relaxed and ecstatic that he
couldn�t stop. Obi-Wan glared all the more. Anakin�s eyes began to ache from
strain.
"And my back
hurts," Obi-Wan continued, stretching. "Aren�t you going to say
anything?"
Anakin snorted. He wanted
to talk. He wanted to do it all again. But he was paralyzed by a sense of the
ridiculous.
Obi-Wan stared a few
moments longer, then blew out a sigh and let a reluctant grin creep onto his
lips. "It�s time we were out of here."
Anakin took a deep, shaky
breath and looked around. Already pre-dawn was creeping into the room, lighting
areas which had been hidden earlier in shadow. Soon the other servants would
rise, ready for work. He nodded back at Obi-Wan, dumbly, grinning.
Obi-Wan just shook his head
and hit the drain release, then they both climbed out
to find their clothes.
***
Obi-Wan was having an
amazingly licentious dream involving himself, Anakin, Mon Mothma
of the Senate and an ysalamir, when he was awoken by
Anakin�s snores. Right in his ear. Along
with Anakin�s drool. At some point near dawn, Anakin must have curled
around him and fallen asleep.
He gazed with bleary eyes
around the room. There seemed to be some excitement going on. Other servants
were running about, chattering, with agitated, frightened looks on their faces.
He was just jostling Anakin awake when Phomn came
over to them.
"Jedi, you must rise
immediately," he said, not bothering to tell them that they weren�t his to
command. And he�d called them Jedi. "There is an attack. Here on Kyneishe, where we have never been attacked!"
"An attack?" Alarmed, Obi-Wan jumped from the
bed. Anakin followed almost as quickly.
"Yes. I must take you to
my Queen," Phomn said, and they ran from the
room.
In the reception room all
was chaos�guards and messengers running to and fro, Mazhi
and the Queen making attempts to sort them out in a calm manner. A viewscreen had been uncovered along one wall, and some
enterprising camerapeople somewhere were recording a
Separatist landing force. Obi-Wan didn�t recognize the location of the attack,
and wondered where the droid armies were, and how close to their own location.
"They have landed near
the coast, to avoid our city�s shield," the Queen told Obi-Wan as they
arrived, perhaps knowing the question he was going to ask. She gave him a
significant look. "It seems to be a small force. But of course, you know
these enemies better than we. I wonder if, as Allies, your Republic will send
aid."
"Are we
allies?" Obi-Wan asked and crossed his arms. After all, the treaty would
not take full effect for at least another day. According to the terms of the
contract, he and Anakin were still servants.
The Queen looked at Mazhi, who was following their conversation. Mazhi appeared to think for a moment, then
nodded. The Queen returned her gaze to the Jedi. "We are. Guards!
Servants! Someone find our guests� clothing and weapons and bring them
here immediately."
Obi-Wan still had his arms
crossed. When Phebe raised an eyebrow at him in
question, he glanced around the room, focusing on the ysalamir
tucked away on frames in their cornices.
The Queen smiled, catching
the drift of his thoughts. "And someone kill those creatures," she said.
"No!" one of the
guards near the door screamed, and began to run towards the throne. She caught
herself up short as if just realizing at whom she�d screamed, then swallowed
and sketched a hasty bow. "My Queen! They are
harmless. We promise to take them to a location away from the castle, if you
will leave them to us."
A few of the other guards
had sent servants for ladders to reach the cornices, but Obi-Wan could see that
they all were waiting to hear what the Queen would decree. The guard who�d run
up to them was now kneeling, wide blue eyes teary and beseeching.
"Very well, but do it
quickly," Phebe said and waved a disgusted hand
at the kneeling woman. She turned to Obi-Wan. "Silly
females. Becoming attached to the wretched things.
Bah. So what should we do first, Master Jedi?"
Obi-Wan had already
switched his brain to battle mode, and was ready with his answer. "Anakin
must be taken to our ship to make all necessary preparations. You know what to
do," he said to Anakin, who nodded and ran off, after grabbing his clothes
and lightsaber from a returning servant. "Next,
I will need to contact the Jedi Council on Coruscant."
"Our communications
array is yours for whatever you need. Mazhi!" The Queen turned to her advisor. But Mazhi was gone. Phebe called her
name again, then shook her head and motioned for another servant. The servant
ran to her side, listened for a moment, and nodded. Phebe
spoke again to Obi-Wan. "Fraod is familiar with
the system. He will take you there."
"Thank you,"
Obi-Wan said, and followed Fraod from the room.
***
Anakin jogged ahead of the
servant who was supposed to lead him to their ship, because he already knew the
way. Soon he lost the nameless fellow.
Their ship looked intact in
its little stone alcove. Anakin stuffed his clothing and lightsaber
under one arm and used his free hand to key in the access code, then ran inside
before the landing ramp had even fully descended. He truly was ready to leave
this planet, ready for Obi-Wan to call in clone reinforcements, ready for other
Jedi to come take their place. And they would, because Anakin and Obi-Wan had
only been pulled off a major battle site to come here because of Obi-Wan�s skills at negotiation. The small Separatist landing
force they�d seen would not be enough to keep Kenobi and Skywalker here for
longer than the beginning of the battle.
Not all that had happened
here was bad. Some of it had been quite interesting. But he hadn�t the least
reservation about departing, and there was nobody he would miss. He felt
powerful again; his true abilities were needed.
He bent over and dashed as
fast as he could into the ship�s small two-man cockpit, flipped a few startup
switches, then sat on the floor and tried to change his clothing in a
scrunched-up position. He was grunting and bruising himself when it felt as if another
switch had been hit; the Force filled him again, energized his limbs, directed his movements so that there was all the room in the
world. True power. It was like rediscovering daylight
after a long darkness.
It was also like
rediscovering his other senses, and one told him that someone was coming. It
wasn�t Obi-Wan; Anakin could sense Obi-Wan in the Force from a mile away. This
being was nervous. Female.
He turned his head, Jedi
trousers still at his knees, to see Mazhi walking
down the corridor of the ship.
"What are you
doing here?" he asked, sharp.
She was hesitant. "I--
I came to see if you needed information, needed help--"
"I don�t need your
help. And Obi-Wan will send me all the data I need." It was true. Already
Anakin was keyed in onto a listening channel for the call to Coruscant and to the Jedi Council. "So you can get
off my ship."
Her dark eyes flashed for a
moment with anger at being ordered around, and then she seemed to remember that
she was no longer in charge. Her manner became nervous again, hands waving as
if useless to her. "I wasn�t. I--"
"Wasn�t what?"
Anakin asked, a mocking tone, as he tried to stand and pull on his pants. But
he couldn�t rise. She was in the way. "Will you move?"
"Wasn�t ready for youtoleave!" she wailed, and threw her arms around his
shoulders, further hampering his efforts to dress. "Please!"
He could use the Force to
make her move her arms, to make her get out of his way. Yet he found that in
the midst of all else, he sort of liked having her begging him, for whatever
she wanted. But he couldn�t resist a small comment on the situation.
"You�re pathetic."
"I know and I don�t
care," she said, sounding as though she were weeping. "I just needed
to be with you one last time."
"I need to
leave." It was true. Even the novelty of the situation wasn�t enough to
make him interested.
"Just one last
time," she whispered.
One last
time for what?
Anakin wondered. But he didn�t have time to ponder it. Obi-Wan�s
voice was emanating from the speaker. "Anakin. It
will be a few minutes before we are connected. I don�t need you to be present,
just to listen in."
Anakin used the Force to
depress a button long enough to answer. "Affirmative."
Mazhi was still hugging him, and had
started kissing his hair, his neck. And he still wasn�t dressed.
"Please," she said again. "I just want to be with you."
"You don�t even know
me," he said, exasperated. Then he looked at her, at her anxious gaze, and
relented somewhat. "Fine! Just stay out of my
way. Your planet is under attack, in case you haven�t noticed."
"I know. I am sure I
will be the first to die. That�s why I must--" she crawled over him,
sitting on him on the floor. "Do this," she continued, and started
kissing his face, wriggling on him, trying in the small space to pull his pants
down further.
"You�re crazy,"
he said when she wasn�t smothering him. She was like Padme,
the last time he�d seen her, the last time they�d left Coruscant.
Padme! Perhaps they�d be called home. It
was that thought more than her clumsy caresses that finally caught his
interest. All of it. Her little hand was fumbling at
his crotch, grabbing at flesh still sensitive from last night�last night. Now that
was an exciting thought.
Not appropriate in this
situation. Not with a battle on their hands. But Obi-Wan had said a few
minutes�
He finally used the Force
to lift her off him, floating her back to the corridor. She yelped as her back
hit the wall and she hung there in midair. Jumping up, he stood before her.
"Good thing you had
those ysalamir, wasn�t it?" he asked, evil grin
plastered on.
"Yes," she
whispered, clearly riveted by him, by his power. It only spurred him on.
With his hands he grabbed
her thigh, her dress, lifted it, pushed himself
against her. "Will you leave after this, then?"
"Yes," she
whispered again. Still as original as ever.
"Fine," he
grated, then propelled his burgeoning erection inside
her, hard, and she yelped again. But her arms and legs clasped about him,
holding him close.
Anakin shoved his face
somewhere into the wall next to her disheveled black hair, and drove into her,
feeling quite pleased with himself despite the fact that she wasn�t Padme, or even Obi-Wan, yet somehow because she wanted him
so badly in that moment. He could feel it, indistinct, in her manner, her
emotions.
"I will never come
back here, you know," he grunted between shoves, grinding her into the
wall.
"I know."
A few more thrusts and
warmth curled into his knees and stomach, and he closed his eyes and pretended
she was someone else, that the hips beneath his hands were not hers. Still,
when the climax came, he barely gasped, and it was vaguely unsatisfying.
Hers was better, if her
shaking and the noises she made were any indication. He pulled out of her,
sticky, and let her drop to the floor. There wasn�t even time to clean up,
because the conference was beginning. He pulled up his pants and stepped back
into the cockpit, plopped into a chair, and grabbed his boots. He didn�t even
feel like being unkind; he looked a question at her.
Straightening her dress,
she looked back at him, features a little more composed than earlier, when
she�d come running into the ship.
"Well, better than
last night,� she said, low, and smiled at him, a sad smile.
"Goodbye."
He flicked a jaunty salute
at her in reply, and she was gone.
The conversation with the
Council was short. They were sending a clone force; Obi-Wan and Anakin were to
return to Coruscant as soon as the force arrived. Padme!
"Anakin! Anakin, did you copy that?"
Obi-Wan�s tinny voice asked.
"Yes. The ship will be
ready to leave when they arrive, and when you finally get here," Anakin
said. "In the meantime I�ll look around and see what these people have to
defend themselves."
"Good, good. I�ll see
you later."
"Out," Anakin
said, and prepared for battle. Droids. Fighting. Things he understood.
The End.
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