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Castaways	By : Aureawolf Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 2394 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Castaways
- 2-Renegade
- 3-Hermit
- 4-Jedi
- 5-Ghost
- 6-Sith
- 7-Savior
- 8-Hero
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"I wanted the father to be Darth Vader, but I also wanted a father figure. So I created Ben as the other half. You have one who is the light half and one who is the dark half... the positive and the negative. This sort of gave a twist to the whole story." --George Lucas
This quote influenced my take on certain things in this fic.
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As I walk down the hall of the temple I am overcome with a sudden hatred for eggshell white. These walls all look the same, and its infuriating. Someone could get lost.
Padawans and other Jedi brush hastily by me, but I ignore them. I can feel my own padawan in our quarters. It is barely after sundown so I�m naturally curious as to whether or not he is alright. Normally Anakin is out enjoying the company of his friends; few though they are.
Finally I reach the end of the corridor and take a right, which leads to my hallway. After all, I�ve been here the longest, I think it should be my hallway. The hallway of Kenobi.
I open the door with the Force, feeling a bit anxious and wanting to flex my power somewhere. This usually doesn�t happen, and when it does I take it out in lightsaber duels. But today there was no one able to accept my challenge, leaving me frustrated and right where I am. My apartment.
It�s small, just big enough for me and my apprentice to stay in on the rare occasions that we are not out on missions or training expeditions. A kitchenette and a living room with a couch and a recliner. Two bedrooms on opposite sides of the living room. Across from the door is a window that lets in the dim glow that the Coruscant night emits.
�Anakin?�
I know he�s in his room, I can feel him. But I want to talk to him about something. The door opens and Anakin walks in wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Blue boxers.
What was I going to say?
�I like what you�ve done with it Master.�
For a second I keep ogling my padawan. Then I remember that Anakin hasn�t been my padawan for years and I look back up his body. The first image of him stepping out of the bedroom, my scrawny, tall padawan is replaced by the Jedi knight who now lives with me. My partner.
He is smiling at me, and I realize I still don�t know what we�re talking about.
Approaching me, he tosses his shoulder length hair to the side, out of his face. I can see his eyes now, and I swear they look more blue than usual. Or maybe it�s that come-hither gaze he�s sending my way even as he makes the first move.
His lips brush against my jaw and I realize I can feel them clearly. The warmth and wetness of them, remaining from him licking them as he crossed the living room.
Bringing up a hand I feel my chin and realize it is smooth, along with the rest of my face.
Oh yeah, that�s right, I shaved for Anakin. He always makes fun of my beard, saying I only keep it so I look older than him. Why I would do that is beyond me. But that doesn�t matter. After all, he said he liked it.
�Glad to hear it Anakin,� he keeps standing just far enough away that I can�t feel his body against mine, so I close the distance, my hands on his hips as I pull his willing mouth to mine. Despite our height difference (damn that boy�s abnormal growth spurts) I�m usually the more aggressive one in our relationship.
So as I feel myself pushed over the arm of the couch and end up with my feet in the air and my head stuck between two cushions, I am slightly surprised. Then I feel Anakin�s hands running along the insides of my calves and I can�t help but groan. Loudly. In a matter very unbecoming of a Jedi Master.
�Was that a request Master? I couldn�t quite make it out.�
Smartass.
�Well Padawan,� I stress the term and glare at him from the couch, although I think being spread over the couch as I am right now might be lessening my glare�s potency, �If you�re so strong in the Force, why don�t you read my mind?�
He pulls off my boots, all the time watching me with those infuriating blue eyes. When the boots are gone he presses a kiss to the souls of my feet and I flinch away. Okay, I�ll admit, I�m ticklish there. So shoot me.
Now he stands up and leans over me, his legs pressed against the arm of the couch, between my bare feet. His hands are on my legs again, running along the sides and sending chills along their path. I reach up and grab his shoulders, using the leverage to raise my body and kiss him again.
I love kissing him. His tongue laps at mine, drinking me in like a drowning man. Then he pulls my hands from where they�re digging into his shoulders and pushes me back down. Those infernal hands are on my chest now, teasing me as he draws them lower. My sash is gone and I have a moment to wonder if he just threw it on the floor before he practically rips my tunic open.
I freeze as I feel his mind in mine. It�s hard to keep up your mental shields in a position like this, with your apprentice�s hands tugging your pants down. I let out yet another noise and I hear him chuckle happily.
�I think I know what you want now Master��
The image he sends to me is one I�ve seen before, in my most fond of memories. I can hear him laughing and making some comment about the expression I have on, but I don�t care. He had just better hurry.
Obviously this last emotion leaked through my shields and, rather abruptly, I have no pants on. And now I realize that our apartment is far too cold. I open my mouth to make a comment about the thermostat in this room but no sound comes out as I feel smooth lips slide along the inside of my thigh.
�Anakin��
He begins kissing up my leg, and oh shit, I can barely keep from squirming under him. He just laughs; little puffs of air against my skin. My ankles are grabbed and held firmly down as he goes higher along my thigh.
�I wonder, Master, if there�s anything in the Jedi code about these kinds of behaviors.�
�Anakin if you�unh�.if you don�t�.�
Damn his tongue. He loves flicking it out in unmentionable places. My throat seems to have betrayed me so I turn the tables on my lover and send him very specific images of what I want. His mouth. And where exactly I�d like it.
�Yes Master��
Oh shit oh shit oh shit.
I can hear myself panting and the blood rushes to my ears. My whole body seems to go rigid and all my senses freeze. All I can feel is the heat between my legs. And my padawan�s head bobbing up and down, barely in my vision.
I think I just groaned. Oh well, it doesn�t matter. But what I do know is that my neck hurts so I let my head rest back on the cushion. He�s sucking now and I definitely groan this time. My hands shoot down to grab at his shoulders, pulling him closer to me like that will make me feel better. It doesn�t work.
Lick lick lick. He needs to stop playing with me. I feel like my skin is on fire. And I can�t seem to stay in one place. Even my legs are trembling as he swallows more of me and grips my ankles tightly. I can feel his fingernails digging into my skin, but it just causes a flare of heat to rush through me.
He�s slowed down again, running his teeth gently along my length as he slows his rhythm.
�More Anakin�don�t stop��
He doesn�t answer me, and slows down even more. Obviously he�s in a fine mood while I�m here waiting on the brink and about to lose my temper.
This is starting to piss me off and I squeeze his shoulders, trying anything to make him move again. Instead he pulls away completely and I�m left with a rather cold breeze in a very uncomfortable place.
�Shit Anakin, come on.�
There�s that flicking tongue again. But it�s not enough. Not nearly enough. I can feel my chest heaving as I pant. Why won�t he keep going? He�s never done this before. I release the death grip I had on his tunic and pull my hands from his shoulders. I brush my fingers along his jaw line, so close to me but so infuriatingly far away. Sliding my hands up to the back of his head I wait to feel his long silky hair.
I don�t feel anything. Just smooth skin. And something hard that my finger just touched.
Pulling my hands away like I�ve been burned I push myself up on the couch, far enough to look into Anakin�s eyes. They�re gold and red, rings of fire set in a face of black and red.
My throat closes and I realize it�s not out of fear. He�s using the Force against me. The creature between my legs tilts his head, his horns causing shadows to mingle with the tattoos on his face, and he grins, crooked yellow teeth mirroring the shade of his eyes.
�Yes Master.�
His voice is quiet and hoarse at the same time. I need to get out. I need to leave. But my body refuses, staying exactly where it is. I�m becoming lightheaded from the lack of air in my body. As I see him lean down and lick his lips I feel myself able to move again.
I thrash out at the first thing I see which happens to be someone�s back next to me. This someone falls out of the bed (I thought I was on a couch?) and lets out a snarl as he hits the floor.
�Shit Obi-Wan. What�d you do that for?�
Anakin peeks his head over the side of the bed. I glance around quickly and realize that we�re in my room. He climbs back into the bed and shudders as he throws the covers back so he can get back under them.
�Man its cold in here.�
I quickly realize I had been dreaming. A really fucked up dream. Possibly the worst dream I�ve ever had. Obviously Anakin hadn�t noticed. As I feel him press up against my side I feel calm again. Just a dream. A stupid dream.
�Sorry I hit you. I was just having a really intense dream�� I fade off as Anakin starts trailing his fingers over my stomach.
�Must have been�� his eyes are focused on a point under the sheet. Suddenly his hand grabs the blatant bulge in my pants and my whole body jerks.
�Was it about me?�
I almost don�t answer him. It�s too dark in my room to see his eyes, but his face shows enough. He�s grinning seductively as he firmly gropes me. If only he knew.
�My dreams are always about you.�
He leans in and begins kissing me and before I know it I�ve forgotten the dream. All I know is Anakin. My eyes slide close�
�.and open again almost immediately. I was going to meditate today, but I guess that�ll have to be put off.
Knock. Knock.
I grumble and walk over to my door. I know Luke is on the other side, and I shouldn�t be angry with him. But the boy has impeccably bad timing.
As I swing the door open a small bundle of Skywalker energy practically jumps into the room. Wonderful. At this rate, I�ll never learn the secret of immortality.
�Hello Luke.�
He is panting and obviously had been running for a while. His hair is matted to his forehead with sweat. For a healthy young man to be this winded he either came very far or it was hotter than usual out in the desert today. Gee, I wonder which.
�Sorry about barging in like this. My speeder broke down�again�
I feel my throat give a little jerk as he smiles up at me. It�s that same renegade smile his father always had. Usually before doing something incredibly stupid.
�Well, you know I�m not very good with speeders, but if I have anything that could help you fix it�� I wave to my humble abode.
It�s a cave. In a wall. In the middle of the desert.
I accept it.
He glances around but doesn�t seem very intent on finding parts. Sometimes I wonder if it�s ethical to not tell Luke about the Force. Most of those times are when he�s blatantly lying to me.
�Hm,� I look out my small window carefully, �It looks like there might be a storm coming up. You�d better stay here and rest before you go back. I�m sure your speeder will be fine.�
There isn�t a grain of sand in the air. And I just had to convince four Tusken raiders and their banthas that it would be a better idea to go looking for scrap metal somewhere else.
�Thanks a lot Ben.�
The kid plops down onto the floor and I�m once again reminded of his damned father. He takes off his small bag as I walk over to the kitchen. Every time he comes to visit I make tea. It�s a nice relaxing sort of monotony.
�Hey Ben, can I talk to you?�
�You are talking to me Luke,� I smile over at him and he relaxes back against the chair he�s sitting in front of.
�It�s just that, you seem like such a great guy. You�re always nice to me, and I was wondering why Beru and Owen don�t like you?�
Carefully I pour the hot water into the teacups, trying to be calm. After all, I can�t tell him the truth. And I�ve never been a huge fan of lying. Nor am I usually any good at it. Walking over to him I sit on the only other chair in my cave�er�house. My cloak is tossed on the floor somewhere in my room, since I didn�t expect having company today.
Luke�s eyes are trained on my belt and I realize that, out of a stupid habit, I left my lightsaber attached to my belt. It is dangerous out here after all. Or maybe I�m just not ready to leave behind my old life.
�It�s a lightsaber.�
Luke nods. He�s probably seen them in books or learned about Jedi in school.
�So you really were a Jedi, huh?�
I know what he�s doing. He thinks I�m trying to avoid answering his question. I am of course. But the trick is to not let him know that.
�Yes I was. A lifetime ago.�
Your lifetime ago.
�My father was too wasn�t he?�
Luke has that annoying habit of scooting forward when he�s excited about something. Like he might miss something I say sitting three feet away, and must be closer. I sigh softly, and realize that today our tea will probably have to go to waste.
�And so we speak again Kenobi.�
I start in my chair and Luke follows on the floor. Obviously I frightened the boy. I put my mental shields up, carefully. I can�t risk Vader picking up any thoughts about Luke or Tatooine. Yoda and I spend all our time blocking Luke and Leia�s existence from their father. I�ve been doing it for so long that its like breathing now.
�I have no time to indulge you now. Why don�t you go torture someone and we�ll speak some other time?�
�Your father was one of the greatest Jedi who ever lived. Maybe the greatest.�
There is a spark of pride in the boy�s blue eyes. I wish that Anakin had been able to see his son. He�d have been amazed at how much they look alike.
�I am not to be spoken to like an insolent child. I�m your superior now Kenobi. Perhaps I�m being too polite with you? I thought I could persuade you to reveal yourself, so I don�t have to force my way into your mind and find out for myself.�
I dig deep into the Force, calming myself and waging a war at the same time. Luke has no idea. I�m speaking to the boy�s father for crying out loud. What am I doing�
�When did he die?�
�You�ve always been overconfident Darth. You�d have thought losing all your limbs would be enough to teach you your lesson.�
Keeping up this double conversation is hard. I�m finding it more and more difficult. Perhaps I really am getting old and weak.
�Just shortly before you were born. But you know the story already.�
Sometimes I think Luke doesn�t quite understand the stories of his father that I tell him. He sees them as fairy tales, stories about triumphant heroes and evil villains. He doesn�t realize that this was a real man, flesh and blood.
�You seem to be hiding much from me today. I wonder what is so important that you are being so easily distracted. I think you�re thinking about me Master.�
The term shakes me more than I would like to admit. I barely have time to register that Luke is asking another question.
��apprentice, wasn�t he?�
�Yes. I trained your father from when he was a little boy.�
I have shut down part of the bond I have with the Sith. I won�t be responding to him. I still listen, more out of some morbid hope that he�ll call me Master, and it�ll be Anakin speaking instead. But I know it won�t happen. Luke, meanwhile, has fallen strangely quiet in front of me. His eyes are downcast and I wonder if even his untrained abilities in the Force might be enough for him to sense my emotions.
�I never knew him, or my mother.�
The boy is very serious and I focus all my attention on him. But some nagging part of my brain keeps checking back for anything being sent telepathically.
�I think you�re still hoping. Hoping that your padawan is not dead. That someday he�ll change, turn back to you.�
�Since you were with him throughout his life, I feel like�I don�t know, like you�re the closest thing I have to a father. Way more than Uncle Ben.�
�It must hurt to have someone who you raised from a child betray you. Not only betray you, but kill everyone who you ever knew or cared about. Personally, I think I did a wonderful job. You stole my life from me, and I repaid the favor.�
�I can�t imagine having to watch someone that close to you be murdered. Do you still miss him?�
�After all that, do you still love him?�
�Always.�

�Always.�
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