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Forbidden Longing	By : PyramidHead316 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 4278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7: Secret Betrayal
Anakin parked his speeder on Padme’s veranda. Padme was already there waiting for him as usually. His beautiful wife beamed at him, her smile lighting up her whole face. Force, she was beautiful. He loathed himself for what he would have to do. He hated having to lie to her over anything, and he loathed that his Master was forcing him to do it this time. But she couldn’t know. He knew his Padme and if she knew, she would do everything she could to stop Obi-Wan. The cost would be her life. His Master would murder her – he had told him, so and Anakin believed that he was serious.
Anakin shuddered from the memory of Obi-Wan’s lips on his. His Master touching him in places that only Padme should touch. His Master forcing his lips apart and sliding his tongue into his mouth. His Master’s predatory stare, undressing him with his eyes. Those thoughts now haunted him, but he shook them away as he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He would not let thoughts of Obi-Wan plague him when he was in the arms of his wonderful wife. His time with her was too precious.
“I missed you,” she said, as she rested her head against his chest.
“I missed you too,” he replied. You have no idea how much, he thought silently.
“Is everything okay? Did your meeting with Obi-Wan go well?” she asked. He gritted his teeth to hold back his anger toward his Master. He hated lying to her...absolutely hated it, even if it was necessary to save her life.
“Fine. He yelled a lot. He was angry at me for lying to him further about being married.” Okay, so that part wasn’t a lie. He just conveniently left out a lot of details there.
“I’m sorry I got angry with you. I know you were just trying to protect me,” Padme replied as she kissed him softly. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her fiercely.
“I love you so much, you know that, right?” he asked, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. She pulled back and looked at him a little strangely.
“Of course. Are you all right, baby?” she asked, tenderly stroking his cheek. His insides were screaming no. But he put a smile on his face. For her; it was a genuine smile reserved only for her. He was determined that Obi-Wan would not destroy and mar the love that existed and flowed so effortlessly between them.
“I’m fine angel, I always am when I’m with you,” Anakin replied. That was definitely not a lie. She was everything that was good in his life.
“I love you,” he told her, as if he were desperate to hear it from her.
“I love you too, Ani,” she replied, reaching up to kiss him again. As his wife kissed at his neck, the remembrance of what Obi-Wan had done to him earlier flashed through his mind. Usually when Padme kissed him like this, it drove him wild, but his former Master had now screwed that up.
Padme was a bit confused. As she kissed her husband, he stood stalk still. Usually by now, he was practically tearing her clothes off. Her Anakin was always a very passionate lover and always left her breathless, yet feeling complete after they made love. Perhaps he wasn’t feeling well? She wondered.
Anakin berated himself internally for his lack of response to his wife’s advances. This was Padme for Force’s sake! His beautiful, incredible wife. And he was letting Obi-Wan spoil their time together. No...he wouldn’t let him do this to him. This was exactly what his Master wanted. He was unwillingly pushing Padme away, because of his Master, something which would thrill Obi-Wan to no end. No...he couldn’t let him do it. Padme was his life...his sanity and he would relish every precious moment with her. Thoughts of Obi-Wan were banished, as he crushed his lips against his beloved angel’s. Rational thought left them both, as their lips moved over each other’s furiously. Padme felt herself melting in his arms, as he kissed her zealously and with wanton. As they entered their darkened bedroom, Anakin tugged her nightgown down, letting it slip down her slender form. She moaned into his kiss as his hands roamed her naked body.
“Oh Ani,” she cooed, as he backed her onto the bed. He broke the kiss, as she sat on the bed. She had already helped him out of his shirt and partway out of his pants. He paused in loving her to remove them all the way, and she watched hungrily as his body was on display for her. His eyes bore into hers, as he laid her back against the cool sheets. Padme gasped in anticipation as his thick erection pressed against her thigh.
“Ani!” Padme cooed as his lips traveled over her breasts, suckling her sensually. Padme spread her legs and arched against him. Anakin groaned, as he slid inside her slick, hot tunnel. Oh Force, she felt so good...so right.
“I love you...I love you,” Padme cried, as he began moving in and out of her. He made love to her, taking them both into a place of unimaginable ecstasy. Slowly, she felt that familiar building in her core. As her climax hit her hard, she threw her head back in release. Waves of pleasure racked through her small frame, as she writhed in underneath her husband. She panted and cried his name, as he held her through the coming he had brought upon her. He moaned in pleasure, as her tight walls clenched and quaked around him, causing his own climax. He spilled his essence inside her and collapsed over her. They panted together, as their climaxes slowly dissipated and their slick skin slid together, as they came down in each other’s arms. Padme threaded her fingers through his thick curls and laid his head down on her chest. She smiled as she felt his ragged breaths against her breast.
“I love you so much, Ani,” she said, as they continued to bathe in the afterglow.
“I love you too, angel,” he replied. Soon, Anakin rolled off her and onto his side, before spooning her against him. Not long after that, Padme was sleeping soundly, comfortably wrapped in his arms. But sleep would be escaping Anakin, as his thoughts refused to quiet...
~*~
Anakin sat at the breakfast table the following morning, barely able to keep his head up straight. He had spent most of the night sitting awake next to Padme. Sleep was hard to come by; the few times he’d drifted off were plagued by disturbing thoughts of Padme befalling some ‘accident’ at Obi-Wan’s hands. The result was that he’d barely gotten more than a couple hours’ sleep.
He yawned tiredly into his gloved hand. He felt exhausted, like he had gone sparring head to head with Master Windu for five whole hours.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Padme asked for the third time this morning.
“I’m fine, Padme. I told you that already,” Anakin said with a minor hint of annoyance.
“Baby, I’m just concerned. You look tired,” Padme said.
“I know Padme! I’m not blind,” Anakin snapped. He regretted it the moment the words were out of his mouth. Padme was left in shock at his outburst. Her face soon went stony, and the hurt was plainly written on her features.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That was uncalled for,” Anakin apologized.
“Yes it was,” Padme said stiffly. Turning away from Anakin, she picked up some of the dishes to take to the kitchen. Anakin sighed.
“Padme…”
But Padme turned her back on him as if he had never said a word. Easily ignoring her husband she marched into the kitchen with her dishes. Anakin knew she was upset, and if he didn’t sort this out now, he would be paying for it later. He stood up from his seat and quickly followed her into the kitchen.
“Padme, I’m sorry,” Anakin tried again. It was no use: Padme still continued to ignore him as she went about cleaning the dirty plates.
“Padme, please,” Anakin pleaded. “I’m just…” he gestured helplessly with his hands, wanting nothing more than to tell her the true reason for its anxiety. But he couldn’t, and there was nothing he could about it that now.
“Are you not sleeping well?” Padme asked. Anakin was touched by the concern underlying her annoyance with his stubbornness.
“No, it’s just,” Anakin broke off, searching for a plausible reason to give her. “I’m just tired, that’s all. First the war and now this whole situation with Obi-Wan, it just has me on edge.” Padme frowned and he quickly added, “I mean, I know I should be grateful that he’s allowed us to keep our secret. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate everything he’s done for us.” The lie left a bitter taste in his mouth. “I just wish it hadn’t come to this,” he finished, only half-lying.
Padme studied him for a few seconds, before reaching up to cup his cheek. “I know, baby. I’m sorry Ani, I didn’t know you were under so much stress.”
“It’s okay, angel. It’s all worth it just to be with you,” Anakin replied earnestly. Their lips met in a loving, tender kiss. So enveloped in each other’s love, they failed to notice the woman entering the kitchen only to pause in her tracks at the sight that greeted her. She smiled warmly at the couple before clearing her throat.
“Milady,” Dorme spoke, causing the lovers to quickly break apart. Their faces were suddenly flushed red, and they were clearly embarrassed at being caught in the act by the handmaiden. Dorme restrained a giggle at the self-conscious look on Padme’s face.
“I hate to interrupt, but you have a message on the com station. It’s Chancellor Palpatine,” Dorme said.
“For me, I assume?”
“Actually, it’s for Anakin. The signal was routed from the com in his apartment,” Dorme corrected her. Padme exchanged a look with her husband.
“I’ll be right there,” Anakin informed the handmaiden. Dorme nodded.
“Very well.” Before she left, she turned and gave the two a mischievous look. “Try not to take too long.”
Padme giggle despite herself. Anakin just smirked. Dorme was more than just his wife’s handmaiden. Padme considered her a friend. And like all good friends, Dorme was not averse to teasing her mistress, and by extension her husband, about their very affectionate relationship, even if it came at their expense. Especially when it came at their expense. Anakin wasn’t bothered by it. He knew she and the other handmaidens were just joking, and according to Padme, they actually considered him a very handsome man, and they considered Padme an incredibly lucky woman to have him. Anakin didn’t bother to correct them, though he knew the reverse was true: he was incredibly fortunate to have her.
“Are you going to take that?” Padme asked, turning serious.
“I don’t really have a choice, do I?” Anakin replied dryly. “Besides, Chancellor Palpatine is my friend.”
“Is he?” Padme inquired. She couldn’t help herself – she had never approved of the relationship her husband maintained with the Chancellor, and she was sure Obi-Wan and the Council didn’t either.
“Of course. You know he’s looked out for me ever since I first came here with Obi-Wan,” Anakin responded.
Padme sighed. “Anakin, be that as it may, the man is manipulating all of us in the Senate. We’ve surrendered more powers to him than any Chancellor has ever had in the history of the Republic. Anakin, that’s not healthy for a democracy. And what does it say about Palpatine that he gladly accepts those powers each and every time, giving us the same tired speech about how he’ll eventually lay them down someday?”
“The Chancellor cares about the Republic. That’s why he requests those powers Padme, so that he can protect us from the Separatists?”
“Anakin, the Separatists have already caused massive amounts of destruction on countless worlds. Billions of refugees lay waiting for help on war-torn worlds, and the Republic still isn’t any closer to ending this war. Giving the Chancellor more power hasn’t helped anything Anakin. All it’s doing is making him stronger, at the expense of the Republic.”
“Look, I don’t have time for this. I just got done diffusing one argument,” Padme raised an eyebrow, “which I caused with my stubbornness,” Anakin stressed. “I don’t want another one so soon. Can’t we just agree to disagree?”
“I suppose so,” Padme relented. “Besides, it’s too early in the morning for fighting. I’d prefer to do other things.” She smiled sultrily at him.
“Well, you have that Senate meeting and I’ve got to go talk to the Chancellor, but afterwards…” Anakin trailed off.
“We’ve got the whole rest of the day to ourselves,” Padme finished his thought. She gave him another loving kiss.
“Just promise me you’ll keep an open mind about what I said?” Anakin groaned. “Please?” Padme pleaded. Anakin found himself unable to resist under those beautiful brown eyes his angel knew how to utilize so effectively.
“Okay, I promise. I’ll be wary of him,” he relented.
“I just want you to be careful,” Padme said warmly. Anakin smiled in response. He knew she only wanted to look out for his wellbeing.
“Always,” he replied, as he sealed the promise with a kiss.
~*~
The com unit on Supreme Chancellor Palpatine’s desk flashed with the beeping light that indicated a message from nearby. Palpatine switched on the com and the light flickered off. He had been expecting this.
“Chancellor Palpatine? There’s someone here to see you,” his secretary’s voice came over the com.
“Who is it?”
“Anakin Skywalker, sir.”
“Send him in.”
“Yes sir.”
The door opened and in stepped the “Hero with No Fear” himself, Anakin Skywalker. Palpatine took a good look at him. Anakin was usually a formidable presence, radiating power and an aura of confidence that others might interpret as arrogance. Today however, the famous Jedi Knight was looking rather worse for wear. The dark circles forming under his eyes spoke of a night bereft of more than a couple hours’ sleep. His shoulders sagged subtly yet noticeably underneath his tunics, and it seemed like he was almost struggling to remain upright. He looked exhausted.
“Ah, Anakin my boy! It’s good to see you!” Palpatine greeted his favorite pupil jovially. He extended his hand warmly towards Anakin and the younger man eagerly shook it.
“It’s good to see you too, sir,” Anakin said.
“How are you, lad?” Palpatine asked, placing a hand on Anakin’s shoulder and leading him towards the back of the office.
“I’m fine, sir. And you?” Anakin asked courteously.
Palpatine sighed. “As good as I can be under the circumstances, I suppose. You know the stresses of my position,” he said. Anakin nodded.
They were at the window overlooking the cityscape. The massive screen of transparisteel stretching across the rear wall of Palpatine’s office offered an incredible view of the expanse outside. One could hardly find a better spot from which to gaze on the landscape of Coruscant’s artificial ecosystem than the office of the Supreme Chancellor. It was here in this spot that their most valued conversations often took place. Palpatine found that sharing a mutual glance outside at the vastness of the capital was very effective in getting his young friend to open up about his troubles. Often times, those were troubles the Supreme Chancellor was all too happy to help with.
“Is something wrong, Chancellor?” Anakin spoke up.
“Oh no. No, the war is going well,” Palpatine replied quickly.
No it wasn’t, his companion thought grimly. He would have laughed at the Chancellor’s naiveté, had it not been a striking reminder of the attitude that was prevalent around the Republic nowadays.
Anakin had been on the front lines for the past two years now. He had seen countless comrades, Jedi and clones alike, cut down savagely by enemy forces. Hundreds, sometimes thousands of clone troopers died with every battle, and yet the carnage that had overtaken the galaxy was still no closer to an end. No, the war was not going well. But if that was what Palpatine believed, then that was what Palpatine believed. Who was Anakin to tell him otherwise?
The Chancellor was a good man, but he couldn’t possibly understand what it was like on the battlefield.
“Then if you don’t my asking your Excellency, is there some specific reason for my presence here?”
The Chancellor gave him a kind smile to let him know he wasn’t the least bit offended. “Oh not at all, Anakin. I merely wanted talk to you as a friend.”
“Oh. I see,” Anakin replied. He felt a little silly for having to ask that. This was Chancellor Palpatine, one of his closest friends. Perhaps the closest friend he had. The Chancellor was one of the very few people who didn’t judge him. He was compassionate and understanding, and always willing to lend an ear to anything Anakin had to say. In Palpatine, Anakin had found a confidant that would never turn him away. He was able to confide in him things that he would never tell anyone else, not even Padme. By all rights, Anakin should have been enthused and grateful at the Chancellor taking the time to speak with him.
And yet, it was impossible not to feel unnerved in the other’s presence. This whole business with Obi-Wan had him on edge. Palpatine was a good friend – certainly Anakin had no reason to suspect him of anything dishonest. But Obi-Wan had been a close friend too, and now he was blackmailing Anakin into a situation nobody should ever be forced into. Anakin didn’t think he could be blamed for being wary of friendship in general at the moment.
“I, uh…I appreciate the gesture, sir,” Anakin said.
“Is everything all right, Anakin? You seem rather distracted?” Palpatine asked.
If only you knew… “It’s nothing. Just the usual stress of being back on Coruscant.”
Palpatine knew he was lying. He sensed plainly the inner turmoil inside Skywalker; the question of whether or not to share with him the details of the situation that was clearly troubling him this morning.
“I understand. So tell me, how are things between you and that old Master of yours, Master Kenobi?”
Inwardly Anakin winced. Of all the subjects Palpatine could bring up, it had to be Obi-Wan. “As well as can be expected, I suppose,” he answered noncommittally.
“You don’t sound so certain,” Palpatine pointed out.
“I…”
“Is there something the matter between the two of you?”
“No, of course not,” Anakin answered a little too quickly. Palpatine raised an eyebrow in response, and Anakin kicked himself mentally for acting so awkwardly in front of his old friend. However much it seemed otherwise at times, the fact remained Palpatine was a politician. He was trained to read people almost as well as a Jedi; the slightest little was enough to tip him off to something wrong.
“It’s just…I get so frustrated with him sometimes,” Anakin declared, only half-lying. “He’s so…so stubborn. So,” Anakin searched for the right word, “manipulative! He does these things that just irritate you and test every ounce of patience you possess, and then when you confront him about it, he justifies it all with that damnable Jedi Code. It’s so infuriating!”
Palpatine nearly smiled. The raw anger was evident in Anakin’s voice. He was blatantly upset, despite his pitiful attempts to hide it earlier.
“Yes. It’s a pity really. He seems like such a noble man otherwise. It’s disappointing he’s let himself succumb to the fallacy of that ridiculous code,” the Chancellor remarked poignantly.
A stab of anger went through Anakin at the mention of Obi-Wan being a “noble man”. Palpatine smirked to himself as he felt the boy bristle under his provocative words. It was so easy to unsettle Anakin. One deliberate slip of the tongue, and the floodgates opened to let forth a deluge of anger from his soul.
Anakin said nothing in reply. He merely stood there stewing in rage. Palpatine was pleased by the response.
“Such a waste…” he said wistfully. Anakin missed the hint of ironic amusement in his tone.
They stood there in silence, observing the passing traffic of Coruscant’s airways, until Anakin felt compelled to fill the void.
“Is there anything further you require of me, your Excellency?” he inquired. He needed to say something, anything, to break the tension that seemed to have suddenly taken hold of the room.
“Hm? No, not at all,” Palpatine said. He fixed Anakin with a pointed gaze. “I would hope however, that you feel compelled to seek out my advice as usual if anything is amiss.”
The Chancellor placed a hand on the younger man’s shoulder. For a brief second, it felt unusually heavy, as if the Chancellor was suddenly much stronger than he normally was. Then the feeling disappeared. Anakin shrugged it off as his mind playing tricks on him.
“I’m always here for you, Anakin. Anytime you need to talk to me about something, I’m right here,” Palpatine said.
Anakin stared heavily at Palpatine’s aged face. He seemed so honest, so concerned for Anakin’s well being. Chancellor Palpatine was always the one person he could open up to about anything, and he was certainly proving his merit here. For one outstandingly tempting moment, he was tempted to tell Palpatine everything: his marriage to Padme, hiding their secret from everyone, Obi-Wan’s discovery of that secret and the subsequent confrontations…even Obi-Wan’s bizarre and extremely unexpected attraction to him. And most importantly, the horrible situation he had forced his former Padawan into, all for the sake of some warped kind of lust.
Palpatine was a kind and decent man. He would understand. He had to. And when he did, he would be able to help Anakin protect his beloved Padme. Palpatine was a powerful man too. Powerful enough to remove Obi-Wan from his life entirely…
But then Anakin thought of the consequences if Obi-Wan were to find out what he revealed to Palpatine. The Chancellor was an influential man, but that power was nothing compared to Obi-Wan’s skills as a Jedi. He knew nothing of the Force and virtually nothing about self-defense. He would be no match for a Jedi Master and neither would his Red Guards. Obi-Wan had already threatened the life of one important person in Anakin’s life, and he already hated politicians in general. Anakin realized his former Master would have no qualms about killing the Chancellor if he discovered the man was on to his shameful secret.
“I appreciate that, Chancellor,” Anakin replied. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tell Palpatine of the situation Obi-Wan had him cornered with. No matter what potential help Palpatine might be able to offer, Anakin couldn’t risk his life like that.
The danger was too great. It wasn’t worth the life of a close friend.
He offered the Chancellor a handshake, which Palpatine gladly reciprocated. They held the mutual glance for several moments.
“Well, I better get back to my schedule for the day. There are a lot of important meetings I have to take care,” Palpatine said at last.
“I understand,” Anakin nodded.
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you at this time?”
Anakin shook his head. “Positive.”
“Very well then. I’ll let you be on your way,” Palpatine said amiably.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t much for conversation today,” Anakin said apologetically.
“Don’t be silly. It was a pleasure talking with you, Knight Skywalker,” Palpatine stated, the corners of his mouth raised in a gentle smile. Anakin returned his smile, though his wasn’t quite as amused.
“And with you, Chancellor,” he said politely.
“Oh Anakin?” Palpatine called out, stopping Anakin in his tracks. The sandy-haired Jedi turned around.
“Yes?”
“Give my regards to Senator Amidala, will you?” Palpatine said with a knowing smirk in his face. Anakin’s jaw nearly fell open in shock. What did he say?
“Come now Anakin, it’s common knowledge the two of you are close friends. You didn’t really think your little visits to her flat went unnoticed, did you?”
Anakin had no idea how to respond. How did he know? How could Palpatine know of his numerous visits to Padme’s…their apartment? Had he really been that careless? Anakin thought in dismay.
“A few, let’s just say unscrupulous reporters have captured you on their holocameras a number of times. Don’t worry, I’m not disappointed that you hid it from me. In fact, I actually approve. You need more friends outside the Jedi,” Palpatine said, giving Anakin a reassuring smile.
Thank the Force, Anakin thought with immense relief, letting out the breath he was holding. Thank the Force, Palpatine wasn’t onto their secret. He was just aware of a few times Anakin had apparently been caught on camera by some nosy HoloNet reporter or another. Damn HoloNet reporters, Anakin swore; he would have to be more careful from now on. Still, at least there was no danger other than the situation he preferred not to think about. Palpatine thought he and Padme were simply good friends, and he even thought it was a good thing too. Anakin couldn’t ask for anything more than that, given that Palpatine was in the dark about the real relationship he had with Padme.
“I’m…relieved that you feel that way, sir,” he replied.
“Think nothing of it, my boy,” Palpatine smiled. “And now I’ll let you be on your way. Good day, Anakin.”
“Good day, Chancellor,” Anakin said back.
Palpatine watched as Anakin departed from his office. When the boy was gone, he allowed a satisfied expression to cover his face. Had anyone else been present, they would have seen a malicious glint suddenly appear in the Supreme Chancellor’s eyes.
He had what he needed from Skywalker. Now all he needed was the other side of the coin. He pressed the switch for the com unit on his desk. The voice of his secretary came over the link.
“Chancellor?”
“Schedule an appointment for tomorrow morning with…” he paused, a sinister grin forming on his lips, “Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi.”
“Yes sir.”
“Contact the Jedi Council. Tell them I’ll be expecting him. If there’s anything that interferes with that time frame, I want you to cancel it,” Palpatine said, his voice slightly harsher than when he was talking with Anakin.
“Understood sir,” the voice on the other end said dutifully.
Palpatine cut the connection. Yes, Anakin had indeed given him more than he would have suspected. And now it was time to see what surprises the Master had in store for him. He would see for himself just how far this new development with Obi-Wan Kenobi had progressed.
~*~
Anakin entered the apartment he shared with Padme. Tossing his cloak onto the sofa, he took an idle glance around the living room.
“Padme?” he called out, sensing her presence nearby.
Moments later his beautiful wife emerged from the bedroom, still wearing her senatorial gown.
“Ani!” she greeted cheerfully. Anakin welcomed her with open arms and they soon became entangled in a passionate kiss.
“Hi sweetheart,” Padme smiled.
“Hey angel,” Anakin grinned back widely.
“You’re back early,” Padme remarked.
“Yeah, there wasn’t much to talk about.”
“Oh? Did he have something important to tell you?”
“No, apparently he just wanted to talk to me as a friend,” Anakin shrugged.
“I see,” Padme said.
“How was your Senate meeting?” Anakin inquired.
“Not bad, I suppose. You know how it is there.”
“Hmm. Stressful? Infuriating?” Anakin guessed.
“Like nothing you can imagine. I love being a Senator, but sometimes it’s just so…so…” Padme searched for the right word.
“Insane?” Anakin teased.
“I was going to say extremely frustrating,” Padme chided. She sighed. “But yes, I suppose insane will do. It’s like a madhouse sometimes, and the recent bill hasn’t helped things at all.”
Anakin held his tongue, recalling the argument from the morning over the Chancellor and his continuing emergency powers. He had been looking forward to spending the afternoon alone in peaceful solitude with Padme. The last thing he wanted was to ruin that with a debate about politics, of all things.
“I know,” he said instead, choosing to ignore the implication about Palpatine. “It’s bad enough for me I have to deal with the Council. I can’t imagine what it must be like to have to deal with thousands of senators almost every single day.”
“Oh, that reminds me. Obi-Wan called asking for you,” Padme said.
Anakin froze. “He did?” he asked cautiously.
“Hmm. He said he wants to you meet with him tonight. Is there something you should tell me about?”
Anakin barely registered his wife’s question. It was like a cold feeling had suddenly taken over him, leaving him colder than he had felt in a long time. His eyes saw Padme’s beautiful face, his ears detected her words, but the only thing he truly absorbed was the occurrence he had been dreading since last night. He recalled the words with which his Master allowed him to depart from his apartment:
“We will continue this another night, young one…”
He had hoped it wouldn’t happen; that Obi-Wan would somehow change his mind about this terrible ‘agreement’ he had foisted upon Anakin’s shoulders in exchange for Padme’s life.
But it had happened, and now Anakin realized that Obi-Wan had no intention of backing down from his ominous words. He would be expecting Anakin at his apartment tonight, and if his apprentice didn’t show, he would have no remorse about following through on his threat regarding Padme.
“Anakin?”
The sound of Padme’s voice brought him back to reality. Anakin shook away the disturbing thoughts. He would have time enough to deal with that later.
“Hm?”
“I said, is there something you should tell me about?” Padme reiterated. She gave Anakin a strange look. “Obi-Wan’s not having second thoughts, is he?”
“Oh no. No, he’s…he’s okay with it,” Anakin said, lying through his teeth.
“Then what is it?” Padme pressed.
“It’s nothing. Just some research Obi-Wan wants me to do at the archives. He’s too busy with some Council meetings to do it himself, so I promised I would do it for him,” Anakin said, really hoping she bought it.
“I see.”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about,” Anakin reassured her. Sensing she wasn’t one hundred percent convinced, he gave her a smile. “Now, are you up for getting some lunch right about now?”
“Maybe,” Padme replied.
“Good, ‘cause I’m starving.”
“You just ate a couple hours ago,” Padme said incredulously.
“Hey, you know me,” Anakin grinned, albeit somewhat half-heartedly.
They bantered back and forth for a while before heading into the kitchen. The question of what Obi-Wan wanted from him this time still loomed over him like a specter, but Anakin resolved to put away such unsettling thoughts until it was time to deal with them. Obi-Wan and his manipulations could wait. Right now, Anakin wanted nothing more than to focus solely on the company of this wonderful, charming woman who put up with him despite all the turmoil and annoyances in their daily lives.
~*~
Nightfall came much sooner than he anticipated – far too soon for Anakin’s taste. And once again, it was time to face his old Master.
Anakin arrived at his old Master’s apartment and patiently waited for him to answer the door. Obi-Wan soon answered the door and Anakin stepped inside. Obi-Wan watched him with hungry eyes, before closing the door and setting the lock.
He stepped over to his tray on the table and poured himself another glass of brandy. The alcohol slid down his throat, before he turned to Anakin, and sure enough, the younger man noticed that strange, dark glint in his Master’s eyes. Up until recently, it had never been there. But since that night he had threatened to kill his angel, it had been there. And as much as Anakin hated to admit it, that look scared the hell out of him.
It only reinforced Anakin’s resolve to do what he came here to do.
“Would you care to sit down, Padawan?” It wasn’t a request.
Anakin nodded and proceeded to the couch. He was silent as he sat and held his head in his hands.
He had spent the entire afternoon with Padme, talking with her, eating with her, and simply enjoying her company. It had been far too long since they had quiet days together like this, and it only convinced Anakin of what he had to do. With each passing hour he spent in Padme’s company, his anger grew. How dare his Master do this, after preaching so often to him about the Jedi Code? Anakin had risked his life for the man on numerous missions before and during the war. He had saved his life more than once, even as Obi-Wan lectured him countless times for his seemingly arrogant ways. And though he didn’t always express it, he loved the man as the closest thing he had to a father or older brother. And this was what Obi-Wan did in return: threaten to murder the woman Anakin loved unless he agreed to be with him?
He couldn’t allow this to go on. The longer he let this charade continue, the more Obi-Wan would become convinced that he could pull it off. Anakin would not allow his former Master to ruin his life like this. He hadn’t escaped one form of slavery on Tatooine only to end up with another. And that left one plainly obvious alternative. He decided to break it to Obi-Wan was simply as possible, so that there would be no misunderstanding on his part.
“I’m not going to do this,” Anakin decided.
“What?”
“Obi-Wan, I’m not attracted to you and I never will be,” Anakin bit out. “You can’t sit here and expect me to get any satisfaction from this, this blackmail!”
“You will learn to like it,” Obi-Wan said coolly. “Anakin, I know it must be difficult for you, making this transition from my former student to something more…”
“Don’t talk to me like a child, Obi-Wan!” Anakin snapped. “I’m not some little kid you have to patronize. You’re blackmailing me, admit it!”
“Anakin…”
“What? Does it bother you to hear that? Why? It’s the truth, after all,” Anakin said.
“Sit down, Anakin.”
“No, I won’t. Not until you admit what we both know to be the truth!” Anakin exclaimed.
“Anakin, I warn you. Control your emotions,” Obi-Wan said warningly.
“I don’t understand. What did I ever do to you that was so awful, Master? What did Padme ever do to you? I looked up to you Master, and this is how you reward me – by threatening to kill my wife in cold blood? What’s happened to you Obi-Wan?” Anakin demanded.
His eyes shone with barely constrained fury. He was tired of this, tired of being manipulated like a puppet by this man he once considered like a brother. And while he was certainly afraid of what Obi-Wan was turning into, the anger was quickly overwhelming the fear.
“Nothing’s happened to me, Padawan. I’ve merely realized that perhaps it is best for me to take the initiative given this particular situation,” Obi-Wan rationalized.
“Bantha fodder! This isn’t taking the initiative over anything, this is you forcing me into a situation because I broke some stupid rule in the Jedi Code,” Anakin retaliated. “You’re not helping me or trying to guide me to some better decision, you’re just taking advantage of this and using it as an outlet for some twisted desire!”
“Enough!” Obi-Wan growled. He and Anakin exchanged a steely glare.
Obi-Wan sighed deeply in frustration. He had hoped to take things slowly with Anakin, to give his Padawan time to adjust to the new relationship between them. It was why he only kissed Anakin the night before when he very much wanted to go further. But now it was obvious that was merely wishful thinking. Anakin would not permit him to go slowly. His resistance was clearly much greater than Obi-Wan anticipated, and the Jedi Master knew he had to clamp it down now. Otherwise, Anakin would only continue to defy him, perhaps even at the expense of his precious Padme’s safety.
“Do not forget who is in charge here, Padawan. You will do what I say, or else I’ll have to pay a little visit to your dear Senator. Tell me Anakin, can you be at her side twenty four hours a day to protect her?”
Obi-Wan spoke in measured tones that sent a chill down Anakin’s spine. No, he couldn’t be there to protect Padme every minute of every day. There would always be times when she was vulnerable, and unless Anakin found some way to physically prevent Obi-Wan from getting to her, she would always be at risk. Just one second, one single insignificant little moment would be all that Obi-Wan needed to harm her. And Anakin couldn’t risk that. Padme was his life. She was more precious to him than anything in the galaxy, and Anakin could not, would not, put her in harm’s way intentionally.
He hated this; hated Obi-Wan’s manipulations, hated this loathsome feeling of being utterly helpless despite his powers. But he had no choice. Much as he despised himself for doing it, he loosened his stance and allowed the anger to flow out of him quietly. It was all for Padme, he reminded himself, and she would always be more than worth it no matter what.
Obi-Wan smiled triumphantly when he saw Anakin’s posture lose its angered tension.
“Now sit down, Anakin,” he said sternly. Anakin did as he asked.
Obi-Wan stared at him the way a vicious hunter would eye its prey, causing Anakin to shudder under his glance. The older man placed his hands on Anakin’s shoulders, staring deep into his former Padawan’s eyes.
It wasn’t long before his Master took the initiative. “I’ve been waiting all day to kiss you again,” Obi-Wan said, as he pressed his lips to Anakin’s. Obi-Wan wrapped his arms tightly around Anakin’s waist, pressing his body against the younger man’s. Anakin whimpered in protest as his Master shoved his tongue inside his mouth. He forced at Anakin’s mouth, trying to get him to reciprocate. But Anakin remained unresponsive, and Obi-Wan was forced to pull back.
“New rule, Padawan. Unless you want me to go over to the Senator’s apartment right now, you will reciprocate what I’m doing to you. Understand?”
Anakin’s eyes smoldered with indignant anger.
“Understand? I will kill her, Anakin. I will snap her neck as easily as you kill a battle droid in combat. Unless you give me what I want, what is best for both of us,” Obi-Wan said in a deadly tone of voice. It was enough to give Anakin chills. He lowered his head in shame.
“Yes, Master,” he said quietly. Obi-Wan was pleased.
“Very well,” he replied. Once again he forced the younger Anakin into a kiss, and this time, something was different. Though he remained unresponsive at first, he quickly became aware that his Master’s patience was at its end.
Anakin, he heard his Master’s voice inside his head. It was all the warning he needed. Gradually, he began to respond to Obi-Wan’s affection, allowing his tongue to mingle hesitantly with the other man’s. Finally his Master pulled back, a satisfied grin present on his face.
“Force, you taste so good,” Obi-Wan whispered huskily, before his tongue resumed its exploration of Anakin’s mouth. Obi-Wan backed him, toward the back of the sofa, forcing him to sit, while Obi-Wan stepped between the younger man’s legs, still kissing him with wanton. Anakin shivered involuntarily, as Obi-Wan’s hand fisted in his thick hair, holding his head in place, as he trailed kisses down the younger man’s neck. When he reached Anakin’s collarbone, he stopped and pulled back. Anakin hoped that his Master was finished, but he knew he wasn’t that fortunate. Sitting down on the sofa, Obi-Wan beckoned for Anakin to come and stand before him.
“I want to see you,” Obi-Wan said.
“What?” Anakin questioned.
“I want to see your body. Take off your clothes,” Obi-Wan ordered. Anakin gritted his teeth angrily.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Anakin yelled.
“I assure you, I am not. Keep your voice down and start stripping,” Obi-Wan demanded.
“You’re insane. I am not taking my clothes off for you!” Anakin protested.
“It seems that you want it both ways and that is rather selfish. Shall I call an emergency Council meeting tonight to report a breech in the Code or will you just do as I ask? Shall I kill your ‘angel’ or will you just simply remove your clothes? It seems to be a fair exchange for her life. Or perhaps she doesn’t mean that much to you after all,” Obi-Wan taunted. Anakin bristled, as he used the name angel and he relented, knowing what he had to do. Slowly, he loosened his utility belt and set it aside. Then he lifted the leather jerkin over his head, followed by his boots and socks.
“Slow down now,” Obi-Wan ordered, wanting to enjoy every minute of watching his Padawan undress. Slowly, Anakin undid the buttons of his tunic, inch by inch, revealing his beautifully tanned skin to Obi-Wan. Anakin let the shirt slip off his shoulders, leaving his upper body bare for his Master’s hungry eyes. Anakin paused and Obi-Wan gave him a hard stare, demanding that he continue. Reluctantly, Anakin began unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Slowly, he pushed them down his long, lean legs, leaving him in just a pair of black under shorts.
“Everything Padawan,” Obi-Wan reminded sternly. Anakin closed his eyes for a moment, thoroughly humiliated, before he slowly removed the under garment. Obi-Wan felt his cock stir, as his eyes roamed hungrily over Anakin’s naked body. The older man stood up and approached Anakin. Obi-Wan’s hands traveled over the defined planes of Anakin’s chest. He seized Anakin’s lips in another hard kiss, while backing him toward the sofa. He forced the younger man to lie down on the sofa. Obi-Wan pinned him beneath his own body, while he continued to explore Anakin’s mouth.
Obi-Wan’s lips trailed down Anakin’s neck and finally to his muscular chest. He nipped his way over the younger man’s pectorals and Anakin gasped, as Obi-Wan swirled his tongue over one of his nipples. Anakin whimpered into another one of Obi-Wan’s smothering kisses, as he felt the felt the older man’s hard erection pressing through his pants and against his thigh. Instinctively, Anakin tried desperately to push him off. Angered by his actions, Obi-Wan cuffed his hands over Anakin’s biceps and dug his nails in, while he continued to plunder the younger man’s mouth.
“Stop resisting me,” Obi-Wan growled with menacing eyes, before he resumed moving his lips furiously over Anakin’s lips. His hands roamed over Anakin’s body, before they traveled around and to Anakin’s ass. Obi-Wan squeezed his firm backside and groaned, as his erection pulsed painfully. He wanted him so bad, but he wanted to take him when the time was right. He could feel his Padawan’s fear of him and he relished in it. It wouldn’t be long before Obi-Wan tore down Anakin’s defensive walls and was able to fully dominate him.
And then you’ll be mine...Obi-Wan thought to himself. Reluctantly, he pulled off his young Padawan and stood up.
“You should get dressed and get home to your wife before she worries,” Obi-Wan ordered. Anakin dressed as quickly as he could and rushed out of the apartment as fast as humanly possible...
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