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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: The story is about to get a lot darker from here on in. You have been warned.
AN2: The reason for Obi-Wan's transformation is finally revealed. Enjoy it! ;-D
Chapter 6: Blackmail
The next evening, Anakin arrived at his former Master’s apartment. He was in good spirits and had been so since Padme told him about her conversation with Obi-Wan.
He was still surprised that Obi-Wan had agreed to keep the secret he and Padme guarded so vigilantly. It wasn’t necessarily that he distrusted Obi-Wan, per se, although his actions had been unsettling as of late. The reason was simply that Obi-Wan was a very by-the-book type of Jedi. He hated taking risks and he hated going against the Code. Anakin knew how his Master felt about attachment and he certainly knew the negative opinion Obi-Wan held of politicians in general. That difference in beliefs had been a main source of strife between them for years now. Anakin had no reason to believe that would change anytime soon, which was why he was downright shocked when Padme informed him that Obi-Wan seemingly had a change of heart.
It was still odd for him, to picture the straight-laced Obi-Wan going against the Code this way. However, he’d had an entire day now to get used to the idea, and he had to admit it gave him a profound sense of happiness he often lacked in his life. Perhaps this was proof that his Master loved him; that underneath it all, Obi-Wan genuinely valued his companionship over the rules and regulations of the Order. Anakin often wondered whether his Master would be able to choose between their friendship and the Jedi if Anakin ever needed him to. It seemed now he finally had his answer. Despite the strictness of the Jedi Code, Obi-Wan had chosen to protect his former Padawan from the Council’s prying eyes. He truly wanted was best for him, not as a Jedi Master, but as a close and personal friend.
Anakin was touched. Obi-Wan truly cared for him, just as he cared for Obi-Wan almost like a brother. And so he was happier than he had been in months. He was greatly looking forward to thanking Obi-Wan for his generosity. For once, it seemed things might actually be peaceful between them.
The same could not be said about Padme. When Anakin’s wife returned to him after her meeting at the Senate, she had more than a few choice words for him. She had been furious that Anakin did not tell Obi-Wan of their marriage. It was a bit disconcerting, since Padme was usually the one determined to keep their relationship a secret. But now they needed Obi-Wan’s help and Anakin lying to him further was not going to help their cause. On the contrary, keeping him in the dark about their full relationship status might have only made things worse had Padme not intervened, and she audibly let Anakin known as such.
Padme was usually a mild person. She was patient and understanding, and she rarely lost her temper. But whenever she did, she really lost it. It was like she transformed into a brunette storm of Nabooan rage. Yet another reason Anakin was happy to pay this visit to Obi-Wan. His former Master he could handle. An angry wife who knew her way with a blaster was a whole other story.
He smiled wryly as his former Master answered the door.
“Master,” Anakin greeted cheerfully.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan greeted, as he stepped aside, allowing Anakin to come in, before the door slid shut behind him. As Anakin’s back was him, Obi-Wan regarded him with predatory eyes. He thought back to his encounter with Senator Amidala that very morning.
Obi-Wan strode the halls of the enormous Senate building. He had been there for most of the morning following a meeting of the Senate, at the behest of the Jedi Council. The Council had recently been sensing some unusual stirrings in the government body of the Republic, and as one of the most renowned Jedi Masters, they requested that Obi-Wan look in on today’s session. Obi-Wan hated politicians, especially given the latest problem his former Padawan had handed him, but he knew the Council’s ‘request’ was more of a thinly veiled order. The session lasted for nearly three dreadfully boring hours, until at last Obi-Wan was free to go. Needless to say, he was just glad to finally get out of there.
Unfortunately, his already sour mood was about to fall a step lower. Up ahead, heading exactly in his direction, was Senator Amidala and her contingent of bodyguards and handmaidens.
“Obi-Wan?” Padme recognized him when they were a few meters away.
Obi-Wan sighed. He’d hoped she would have enough sense to ignore him given the circumstances, but the stupid woman couldn’t even do that. He groaned irritably to himself.
“Senator,” he greeted her formally. He threw a glance at her Head of Security. “Captain Typho.”
“Master Kenobi,” Typho nodded back.
Padme and Obi-Wan traded a heavy look. The handmaidens and bodyguards stared at them curiously, wondering if they were missing something.
“Milady…would you and Master Kenobi like to confer in private?” Typho inquired, not oblivious to the tension between them.
“Yes please. Thank you, Captain. I’ll only be a moment,” Padme replied. With a wave of her hand she dismissed her entourage. They proceeded further down the hall until they were out of hearing range. Obi-Wan and Padme walked over to an isolated area of the corridor, just in case there were any prying eyes or ears.
“What can I do for you, Senator?” Obi-Wan asked.
Padme frowned at the stiffness in his tone. “Obi-Wan, are you all right?
Obi-Wan nearly rolled his eyes at her foolish concern. “Senator, let’s cut right to the chase. What do you want?”
“What do I want? Aren’t we both here to talk about the same thing?” Padme asked, taken aback. Where was this coming from? Did she catch Obi-Wan at a bad time or was there something else that was troubling him? Something related to her marriage with Anakin?
“I take it you mean Anakin?”
“Of course. Obi-Wan, what is going on?” Padme asked. “I thought we agreed that there was no harm in keeping our marriage secret?”
“Your marriage? Ah yes, your marriage” Obi-Wan repeated. Was it Padme’s imagination or did she detect a hint of sarcasm in his voice?
“Obi-Wan?”
“I’m just curious as to why Anakin felt compelled not to tell me about the full nature of your relationship,” Obi-Wan stated.
“What?”
Obi-Wan recalled the conversation with the Senator the day before. Padme had vigorously defended her relationship with Anakin, pleading to him not to go to the Council with their secret. Unbeknownst to her, she had thrown a whirlwind into Obi-Wan’s line of thinking when she mentioned oh so casually that Anakin was her husband. For as close as she and his Padawan appeared to be, Obi-Wan had no suspicion they were actually husband and wife.
Husband? The Jedi Master had thought in shock. Anakin was her husband? How could he have been completely unaware of such a massive deception right beneath his very nose? Was that he that blind as to the doings in his Padawan’s personal life? And then, his thoughts turned to anger at his former apprentice. How dare Anakin keep a secret like that? How dare he not tell him the true nature of his consorting with the Senator, even when Obi-Wan interrogated him about that very relationship? Eventually, the anger faded to a certain extent. But the bitter sense of resentment remained.
“I didn’t know you and Anakin were married,” Obi-Wan spoke in a carefully measured tone.
Padme gave him a puzzled look. “Anakin didn’t tell you?”
“No, he didn’t,” Obi-Wan said shortly. Padme winced at the slightest bit of frostiness in her tone. Obi-Wan may have agreed to keep their secret, but it was obvious he was still a little upset about being lied to, twice, by his former Padawan.
“I’m sorry. I just assumed Anakin would have told you,” Padme apologized.
“Well, it does complicate things,” Obi-Wan said.
“A lot?” Padme asked, suddenly nervous.
“No. Not really,” Obi-Wan shook his head. Padme sighed in relief. For a moment, she was almost worried Obi-Wan would change his mind.
“It’s just…hard to accept that Anakin would lie to me like that,” the Jedi Master continued. “I raised that boy for ten years. I looked out for him and taught him everything I knew. I thought he trusted me,” he said, putting a note of considerable hurt in his tone.
“Obi-Wan, he does trust you,” Padme insisted, giving him a sympathetic glance. Obi-Wan looked at her doubtfully.
“Obi-Wan, please understand. I know this looks bad, but this marriage was not a rash decision on Anakin's part. It was one made out of love. Love and commitment,” Padme declared.
“So it would seem,” Obi-Wan said simply. Padme sighed.
“Obi-Wan, you’re wrong about Anakin not trusting you. If there’s some reason as to why he didn’t tell you of our marriage, it’s precisely because he was afraid to lose that trust. Obi-Wan, you have no idea how much Anakin longs for your approval,” Padme said.
“Really?” Obi-Wan asked, giving her an intrigued look.
“Of course. He loves you, Master Kenobi. You’re the closest thing he has to a father. That’s why he needs you to accept him the way he is. He can’t bear the thought of disappointing you,” Padme explained.
“I see.” So Anakin longed for his approval? Obi-Wan thought. That could prove useful indeed. If Anakin was so desperate for his acceptance, then his next course of action of not at all unreasonable. Anakin would have his acceptance, so long as remembered to whom he owed his very life.
“Master, I just wanted to come tell you how much it means to me that you’re going to keep our secret. Thank you Obi-Wan, this means everything to me,” Anakin said, the gratitude evident in his voice. Obi-Wan snapped back to the present.
“You’re welcome Anakin. Now, sit down and we’ll discuss what you are going to for me,” he replied. Anakin’s brows knitted in confusion.
“Master?” Anakin asked. Had he heard that right?
Obi-Wan gave him a pointed look. “You don’t really think I’m going to keep your dirty little secret without receiving something in return, do you?” he asked.
“Master, I...” Anakin began, but Obi-Wan cut him off.
“Sit down Anakin!” Obi-Wan half growled, alarming Anakin. The younger man did as he was told, eyes wide as Obi-Wan slowly paced back and forth in front of him. It was unsettling, to say the least. He’d seen a Nexu do the same thing to its prey. He hoped he wasn’t in the same position as the prey here.
“Master, what’s going on? You told Padme...” Anakin was cut off again.
“I told the Senator what she wanted to hear. I will keep your secret Anakin, but you will do what I want in return,” Obi-Wan replied.
“What do you want?” Anakin asked timidly.
“You,” Obi-Wan answered.
“What?” Anakin exclaimed.
“You heard me Anakin. I want you,” Obi-Wan replied.
“Master, I don’t under...” Anakin was again cut off.
“Shut up Anakin,” Obi-Wan ordered. Anakin was taken aback at the harshness in his tone. He was silent as the older man continued.
“If you want to stay with your pretty little wife, then you will do as I ask,” Obi-Wan said.
“But what about the things you told Padme?” Anakin questioned. What in the blazes was going on here? How could all this be coming from Obi-Wan? The man clearly wasn’t drinking this time around, which begged the question: was his Master losing his mind?
“Deceiving the Senator was easy enough. If she insists on having you, then I will have you as well,” Obi-Wan said, as he sat down beside the younger man. He placed a hand on Anakin’s knee and slowly stroked his way up Anakin’s thigh. The younger Jedi jumped up, startled by Obi-Wan’s touch. No one but Padme had ever touched him like that.
“You can’t be serious! I’m married! I’m going to tell Padme how you’ve lied to her and what you just tried to do!” Anakin announced. It was then that he heard something that shocked him to the core; something he never would have imagined coming from his former Master.
“Walk out that door young one, and I promise you, Padme will die,” Obi-Wan said. Anakin froze and turned around.
“Maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day soon. Imagine the next time you are attending to business at the Temple. Padme has just arrived home from a long day at the Senate. She is on her veranda, looking at a datapad. Suddenly, her airway begins to get tight and she can no longer breathe. In a blinding moment of excruciating pain, her neck snaps and her body falls to the floor, dead,” Obi-Wan said.
“You...you wouldn’t. You couldn’t kill her. It’s murder!” Anakin cried in disbelief. His eyes shone with horror as he gaped at the man he had considered one of his closest friends. What had happened to Obi-Wan? How could this be the same man who raised him and trained him as a Jedi for twelve long years? And how could he stand here and threaten to murder the one person Anakin loved more than anything?
“Oh, I could very easily do just what I said. In fact, I had to restrain myself from snapping her pretty little neck when she was here last night,” Obi-Wan replied. Anakin sensed he was deadly serious about the threat.
“Please...please don’t hurt her.” Tears welled in Anakin’s eyes as he pleaded. This was worse than he thought; hell, worse than he ever could have imagined, but one thing was clear. He had to protect his wife at all costs.
“Why shouldn’t I?” Obi-Wan asked.
“I’ll do anything...you ask. Please, just don’t hurt her. I...I can’t live without her,” Anakin pleaded. It was obvious Obi-Wan would not be dissuaded from this insane idea that had taken hold of him, and Anakin had no desire to test how quickly his Master would act on his threat. Obi-Wan motioned for him to sit down, and reluctantly, Anakin obeyed.
“She will stay safe, as will your secret, as long as you do what I want. Padme nor anyone else has to know. Now relax and I’ll take care of the rest,” Obi-Wan said, as he gripped Anakin’s knee again. The older Jedi slowly brought his lips to the younger man’s, kissing him slowly at first. Obi-Wan reached around and threaded his fingers into Anakin’s wavy hair. He pressed Anakin’s lips harder against his own. Then he moved his lips feverishly over Anakin’s, his tongue traveling over his lips. Obi-Wan pried Anakin’s lips apart and his tongue slid inside. Obi-Wan pushed Anakin back against the arm of the sofa, while continuing his exploration of the younger man’s mouth. He settled himself over Anakin’s taller frame, caressing his chest through his tunic. Fear gripped Anakin, as he felt the bulge in Obi-Wan’s pants pressing against him. Finally Obi-Wan released his hold on Anakin’s lips.
“As much as I want you right now, I think it is best saved for another night. You should get home to your wife. We wouldn’t want her to worry after all,” Obi-Wan said, as he let Anakin up.
“But we will continue this another night, young one,” Obi-Wan promised. A cold shiver ran down Anakin’s spine and he left the apartment as quick as his feet would carry him...
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In an area of Coruscant long avoided by the general populace lay an abandoned industrial center known collectively as The Works. Desolate and run down, the area was a haven for the less admirable denizens of Coruscant. Some of them were smugglers, criminals and other assorted vagabonds. Others were more terrifying creatures which had haunted the nightmares of countless beings for centuries. The district itself was almost maze-like in architecture, a labyrinth of stone and duracrete set against the backdrop of an almost nightmarish landscape. Situated in the very center of The Works was an abandoned tower known as the LiMerge Power building.
And in the heart of that building lurked a being who was quite possibly the most powerful man in the galaxy.
Darth Sidious opened his eyes as he emerged from the depths of his meditation. The irises were flecked with amber, a result of being completely immersed in the dark side for the length of the session. He found that this place was far more suited to in-depth meditation than the luxurious apartment suite that served as a permanent residence for his alternate persona. Here he could engulf himself with the shadow of the dark side without distraction from the pitiful minds of the apartment complex’s other residents.
The power flowed through his veins with unparalleled strength. The dark side was a pool of unimaginable resources. Fear, anger, and hatred blended together to form a gateway to the innermost levels of the Force. Through it, Sidious could tap into an understanding of the Force that few Jedi Masters would ever reach in their lifetime. The knowledge he had amassed was extraordinary and he knew that when the time came to strike at the remains of the vaunted Jedi Order, there would be no one who would be able to stop him.
But that time was not yet now, and tonight, he had been checking up on the most important of his pawns in the game for galactic domination.
Anakin Skywalker. The “chosen one”, the “Hero with No Fear”…he had more than one moniker the Republic and the Jedi referred to him by. Sidious cared little about any of them. What he cared about was that Anakin represented the pivotal turning point in the grand orchestration that had taken him decades to build. Of course, the Sith Master was no fool. To assume that his entire scheme hinged on whether Anakin joined him or not would be a grievous mistake.
Sidious did not need Anakin to carry out his plans – his current apprentice was quite formidable in his own right. But having Anakin’s cooperation would ensure that his path to supremacy went unchallenged. However strong Count Dooku was, Anakin would be far stronger. He would be the ultimate Sith apprentice, and with his help Sidious would annihilate every trace of the Jedi Order, down to the last child.
However, the time was not yet at hand for Anakin to take his rightful place at his side. He still had much to learn before Sidious deemed him worthy to convert into a powerful apprentice. The anger inside him was growing, but it needed more time to fester, to evolve into an all-consuming hatred, before he reached the point where Sidious wanted him to be.
And so the Dark Lord kept a close eye on his future student whenever he was on Coruscant, to monitor the status of his gradual descent into the dark side. It was a long and not-always-satisfying process. The attachment Skywalker harbored for that meddlesome Senator Amidala was considerable and his loyalty to his former Master was not to be underestimated. But Sidious was patient. As irksome as those emotional traits were, they were also things that could easily be exploited for his benefit. He had faith that when the time came, Anakin would swear allegiance to the proper side. His side, and the notion of unlimited power that he represented. And thus everything went according to plan.
Until tonight. It was in his meditation, when he was submerged in the deepest levels of the dark side, that he sensed something was amiss. There was a disturbance in the Force, one that was rather unusual in nature. And when Sidious touched the mind of his most powerful (yet unwitting) servant, he was surprised to realize the disturbance was not based around Anakin. Rather it was centered on someone Sidious would never have suspected.
Obi-Wan Kenobi.
There were few things that could genuinely shock the Dark Lord of the Sith. Yet there was no question about it: what he’d sensed had shocked him. Kenobi’s aura, normally so serene and placid thanks to those foolish Jedi teachings, was now exhibiting a dark satisfaction of some kind. Further probing revealed a growing pool of hatred, and to Sidious’ complete surprise, it appeared to be fixated almost entirely on Senator Amidala. The experience was remarkable, and for one brief second, Sidious questioned whether his senses were playing tricks on him.
Alas, further investigation revealed that was not the case. This truly was what he was sensing from Kenobi. Sidious was stunned and yet intrigued. How could this be possible from the vaunted Obi-Wan Kenobi, venerable negotiator and stoic defender of the Jedi Code?
It did not take him long to figure out the answer. Several months ago, he had paid a visit to Obi-Wan’s conscience at his most vulnerable time of day. All sentient beings were vulnerable in their sleep, even famed members of the Jedi Council such as Obi-Wan. In this case, Sidious had taken the opportunity to plant a seed of darkness deep in the recesses of Obi-Wan’s mind. The procedure was not without its risks. There was always the chance, however small, that the person he was trying to influence might be able to detect his presence if that individual was a trained Force user. In which case, the person might be able to obtain a hint of the intruder’s whereabouts, something which the Dark Lord clearly hoped to avoid.
But Sidious was no ordinary Force user, and he was confident that he would be able to accomplish this with minimal risk to his identity. He planted the seed deep within Kenobi’s mind, where it would lay hidden for an indefinite period of time while it began to gradually influence the Jedi Master’s actions. Its intent was not to lure Obi-Wan to the dark side. Rather, the subconscious command would work to undermine the relationship between Obi-Wan and his former Padawan Anakin Skywalker.
If all went well, he would begin to act coldly towards Anakin, which would put some emotional distance between them. There was already a strong tension secretly building between the two over their different philosophies. Anakin was becoming resentful of his former Master’s attachment to Jedi Code and Obi-Wan was becoming tired of Anakin’s constant defiance of the rules. Once Obi-Wan’s behavior began to change, the mutual disagreements between them would intensity and the emotional distance would grow. By the time the moment arrived for Sidious to reveal his true nature to Anakin, Anakin would be all too eager to abandon the Jedi Order and become his new apprentice. The loyalty he once felt for Obi-Wan would no longer be a factor.
In theory, Sidious could have used this opportunity to attempt to sway Obi-Wan to the dark side. Unfortunately, the Dark Lord knew that would be a waste of time. Kenobi was too entrenched in the pathetic dogma of the Jedi ways to be turned so easily.
Or so he thought at the time. Now he was sensing a slew of emotions he wouldn’t have believed possible from the stolid Master. There was anger, there was hate, and there was something Sidious couldn’t quite identify. It almost seemed like jealousy. But what did a Jedi who cowered from attachments have to be jealous of?
When he implanted the dark kernel in Kenobi’s mind, the most Sidious could hope for was that Obi-Wan would become more callous and unsympathetic to Anakin’s plight. Perhaps he had underestimated the effect the dark side would have on Kenobi…
Sidious prepared himself for another round of meditation. He let the dark side fill his inner being, submerging himself in its powerful embrace. The shadow enveloped him with its comforting coldness, and he felt his senses become in tune with the presences of every living being on Coruscant.
This was a mystery, and Sidious hated mysteries. He hated not knowing everything there was to know about a situation, and he especially hated being in the dark about something happening so close to his home turf. Settling into the meditative flow, he resolved to discover the cause behind this unprecedented incident.
And once he did, he would find a way to use the situation to his advantage. Of that, there was no doubt at all.
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