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The Faithful and Ferocious	By : HatefulWitch Category: Star Wars (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3332 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The first one was seemingly innocuous, but after the fourth one, Anakin realized his friend was sleuthing. Over the next couple rotations after the Coffee Controversy, Obi-Wan kept asking rather strange questions. First, he asked Was the hut you kept located near civvies. At the time when it was asked, he thought Obi-Wan was making conversation. After the queries Did you hike about the Lake Country any, Did you make any acquaintances there, and Were you bothered at any point, he realized something was a little offbeat. The inquiries obviously shared a common theme and for whatever reason, the crafty negotiator was trying to extract information without asking direct questions. The fact that the inquiries were spanned out over two rotations instead of being asked during an outright interrogation indicated the subject matter was sensitive. Only with the fifth and sixth questions did the situation become clear.
Anakin was still reacquainting himself with the Force. Meditating for extensive periods wore him down, but in spite of that, bar their very first meditation, he would never retreat from their bonds. He was much too enthralled to touch Obi-Wan's Living Force to ever let something as trivial as exhaustion make him retreat. Luckily, Obi-Wan was highly perceptive and noticed when Anakin's energy rushed through his less vigorously than usual. Such was the case currently, as they'd been meditating for the better part of two hours. Feeling the flow of Anakin's energy beginning to slacken, Obi-Wan reigned in his Living Force little by little until their bond was disconnected.
He didn't expect to find half-hooded cerulean eyes rolling back as he woke from his meditative state.
He lunged forward to catch Anakin from falling back, tilting the inert Forceful against his chest and wedging his other arm under petite thighs to haul his housemate into his arms. As he rose, he was mortified by how light Anakin was. By the holy stars, why did you do this to yourself? He blinked back the tears he felt well up in his eyes and strode to the bed in the extra bedroom. He delicately laid Anakin down and draped the coverlet over the weary man's frame. Long lashes began to flutter and boneless fingers gripped his arm. A low, slurred apology tumbled out, "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it," he stroked back honey curls.
"Still not used…"
"I know," he gently cooed. As he gazed down upon hollow cheeks and recalled how light his beloved had been in his arms, he decided he wouldn't, couldn't, put this off any longer. Besides, with his current state, the chances of being verbally or physically assaulted are virtually nonexistent. He settled a hand over the cybernetic one attached to his forearm, "What made you stop eating?"
"What's it matter?"
"It matters," his fingers tightened over mechanical ones.
"Couldn't afford food."
"You know how to fish. Master Yiemer taught you. There are plenty of fish in the Lake Country," he dismantled the excuse, not buying it for a moment.
"Let it go."
He stood up and fretfully smoothed his hands over his face and hair, "No, I'm sorry, Anakin, but I can't let it go. I need you to tell me why. Did something happen that made you stop eating and become upset when I touch you and cause you to hide your body and ask me for your clothes in the refresher?"
"What do you think happened? Why won't you just say it? These inquiries you've been asking the last two rotations evidently aren't delivering the information you desire." Obi-Wan stood in silence with his hand over his mouth and his gaze askew. Anakin spoke with more volume and clearness, "Obi-Wan?" When their eyes met, he held his hand palm-up and repeatedly curled his fingers inward, "Come here."
The Stewjonian disregarded the order, so he tried to push himself into a sitting position. Obi-Wan leapt forth to assist and clutched onto his shoulders. He exhaustedly grappled for the blonde's wrist and forearm in hopes of dispelling at least one concern, "I was having a freak out that first night. I have no problem with you touching me. Have you forgotten when we sat together on the couch? There's no problem with you touching me. Forget what I said, okay? I wasn't myself."
"It's not just that. When I healed your wounds that first night, I…you-"
His head shook lethargically, but he swiftly interrupted, "Okay, I had two freak outs that first night. You didn't do anything to upset me."
Light eyebrows furrowed in trepidation, "When I tried to unfasten your pants-"
It was all he needed to hear to understand. He was fully awake now and pulled the older man closer, "No, no, Obi-Wan, that…" He twisted around, "You think somebody-"
"Hurt you," the Jedi whispered.
"No, no, no, Obi-Wan," Anakin shook his head and clutched his friend's bicep. "I was not…it wasn't easy being around another person again. I've been alone for such a long time. I was having a freak out."
Obi-Wan's free hand settled against the edge of the bed and he stared straight into cobalt eyes, "Why do I have the feeling you're lying to me?"
While Anakin was hiding the truth about the voice, he certainly wasn't lying about being violated and stressed such, "Not a single living creature has touched me without my permission since the creepy cunt you went on to humiliate in front of all those Senators. I promise, Obi-Wan. I promise." Their eye contact subsisted for a couple moments before he was tackled with an embrace. His hands unsurely settled on the his housemate's back, "Obi-Wan?"
"Thank the Force."
Anakin's fingers curled into the man's overtunic, "Why did you wait so long to ask me about this?"
"I didn't want to push you or upset you," Obi-Wan pulled back from the embrace.
"And tonight?"
He pushed away from the bed to stand upright and nervously comb his hand through his hair, "You were so light in my arms when I carried you in here. I couldn't stop thinking you won't eat because of shame or self-punishment or...any number of victim ratiocinations."
"No, I went so long eating so little, it hurts to eat too much in one sitting now. I'm trying."
"I just don't understand why you stopped eating in the first place."
Anakin's hands leaned against the bed and his head angled downwards, "Most of my time was spent in mental, cosmic, and spiritual combat. The last thing on my mind was eating. My body was destroying itself-"
"What?"
"Those wounds?" When he received a nod of comprehension, he elucidated, "They weren't…nobody inflicted them on me. I didn't inflict them on myself either. It's…peculiar." He fleetingly paused in fear what he had to say may not be believed, "I would go to sleep at night and I'd have terrors and I'd wake up in this amaranthine pain. I'd feel like I was about to bust out of my skin. Then it was like the cork of a champagne bottle. The pressure would release and my skin and muscle would break open, tearing down to the bone. The mattress, the floors, the whole damn hut was saturated in blood by the time I left. If anybody finds that place, I can only imagine what they'll think went on there."
His hand closed over his forehead, "I was fighting going back to the dark side, my body was tearing itself apart, I was suffering unfathomable guilt from what I'd done, unfathomable grief from losing Padmé and my child, from losing you. Eating wasn't something I was concerned about."
Obi-Wan was at a loss for words. What could he say? There was nothing that would take away the suffering Anakin had endured. It drove him up the wall that he hadn't been there to help. To heal the wounds, to guide meditation, to talk. He hadn't been there when Anakin needed him most. In the end, he could only choke out, "I see."
"I'm trying, Obi-Wan."
He cleared his throat and crossed his arms, "I know you are. I get worried is all. Overbearingly so, I know."
"I'm not afraid of you touching me. I'm not afraid of you at all. It's...sometimes I need space and when I want it, I can chew the luna-weed."
He grinned, "You've always been like that."
The smile was tiredly returned, "I might be a bit more severe than I used to be about it."
"A little."
Anakin laid back down, the side of his face sinking in the pillow, "I asked you for my clothes in the fresher because I didn't want to deal with explaining my scars at the time. Which, you saw them anyway."
The older Forceful embarrassedly muttered, "I really misinterpreted what was going on."
"Anakin, one-thousand, nine-hundred and seventy-four; Obi-Wan, two. Thanks for giving a damn."
"Of course I give a damn. You should know I give a damn."
Although Anakin was happy to hear those words, he wasn't sure he could properly filter himself in responding to them in his exhausted state. His eyes tiredly drooped and he diverted, "I didn't intentionally try to make you think that."
Seeing the evident exhaustion, Obi-Wan decided to take his leave. He took a step to the side to turn around but stopped. His crossed arms tensed as he stared to the empty side of the barely lit room and his voice came out in low tides, "I would have wasted anyone had they violated you."
The response was slurred but confident, "I know, but nobody did, so don't dwell on it." He took another couple steps before he was propositioned, "Can you lay next to me for a minute?"
He traipsed back to the bed and climbed in, laying side by side so their shoulders touched. He figured proximity was all that was needed because within only a couple minutes of him laying down, the younger man's breathing evened out. He got out of the bed but lingered after his feet hit the floor. The night's events passed through his mind and he spun around. His hands pressed on the side of the bed and he hunched forward to survey the slumbering man before him, "I don't know what you're hiding, Anakin, but you're not telling me everything."
He stood and made his way out of the room.
Although he knew something was being hidden from him, he would rest a little easier with one horrific concern laid to rest. Thank the Force my darling wasn't raped.
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Thumping noises awoke him. He laid unmoving at first and listened for other sounds, but there were none. With all the eccentric behavior demonstrated, from the time they reunited on Naboo all the way up until two and a half weeks ago, he was not content to go back to sleep without investigating the derivation of the noises he'd heard. He got out of bed and went to the sitting room, but it was dark and deserted. Everything seemed to be normal as he prowled around the house in search of any signs of disturbance.
Then he noticed the extra bedroom door wasn't latched. He stood outside the door for a moment to listen for any evidence that Anakin was awake. When there was only silence, he slid the door open to unveil another dark, deserted room. Discerning what he'd heard upon stirring must have been the front door opening and closing, he hurriedly made his way outside. He searched all around the house but couldn't find Anakin anywhere. There was no sign of the missing man around the bluff either. He switched direction when he suddenly recalled where they ended up during the breakdown the previous month.
Relief and dread crowded Obi-Wan's heart when he found the target of his manhunt strutting around the Dune Sea, kicking up sand with each step. He approached guardedly and unobtrusively called out his friend's name. The towering Forceful turned and stared through the pitch-black night with scarlet-rimmed gilt eyes. No, please, no. He took a few hasty breaths to try to calm his heartsick wits. It was no use, as the hysteria in his voice was palpable, "Anakin, talk to me, talk to me, tell me what's going on."
A deep rasp chewed at Anakin's vocal chords, "I do not belong here."
"Yes, you do," he desperately implored and took a couple steps towards the bewitched brunette. "You belong here, with me."
Anakin's ear upturned towards the sky as though he could hear something no one else could and an invidious snarl curled over his lips, "The galaxy, she importunes me. We are nil but caliginosity, only caliginosity."
"No, Anakin," the Jedi Master pointed forward emphatically, "you are light." Then he pointed at himself, "I am light. We need not seek the darkness."
"The caliginosity seeks us," Anakin hissed like a serpent. His radiant eyes closed and his mechno-hand motioned around circularly in the air, "He conceives I do not belong here. Not alike you, he will purge my weaknesses."
Obi-Wan took another couple steps forward so only a little over an arm's length of distance was between them, "You are not weak. You're the most potent man I've come across in this universe and the darkness resents you for it."
Anakin's eyes compressed more tightly and his mechno-hand pointed over his shoulder, "I must go back."
There wasn't a sliver of doubt about what the fallen Jedi meant for even a second. Obi-Wan closed the remaining distance between them and unreservedly clasped his hands over sun-dusted cheeks, "No, no, Anakin! The only place you don't belong is in the darkness! Come back to me!" His fingertips caressed sharp cheekbones, "Come back to me."
The consumed Force-sensitive opened his eyes and roughly snatched ahold of Obi-Wan's wrists, impelling them away. In turn, Obi-Wan encompassed an arm around his petite waist and replanted a hand on his cheek. Emerald eyes penetrated golden ones as their foreheads slanted together, "Don't do this again. My heart won't be able to withstand it, Anakin. Come back to me." His eyes sealed shut and his brows creased as lips pressed against his cheek, "You belong with me."
His hand rose to his face, encasing one of his padlocked eyes, and his cheek snuggled closer to Obi-Wan's lips.
Perceiving an internal struggle, the Stewjonian did everything he could to bring his best friend back to him, "What has the darkness ever given you? All it does is take: it took your lover, it tried to take your children, it took your mind, your blood, it took your friends, it took me." Without warning, tears and sobs absconded from the disgraced Jedi. He took this as a good sign, that he was getting through, so he persisted, "Come back to me. I don't want to take anything from you, not unless you want to give it to me." His hand combed through honey curls, "This is where you belong."
The hand over Anakin's face lowered. Speckles of blue slowly trickled through the yellow in his irises when something happened. A sharp stab bashed behind his eyes and he pressed his palms heavily against his temples. A barrage of knifelike bolts clashed around his skull until he was blind and shrieking at the top of his lungs in pain. Obi-Wan tried to maintain their embrace, but he tore free of the hold. He stumbled around with his hands clamped over his temples and his body nearly doubled over. His eyes were weeping and alternating between gold and azure.
The older Forceful tried to get ahold of the delirious man again, "Try to focus on me, Anakin; let's try to meditate."
With this appeal, wild eyes washed auric.
Anakin violently shoved Obi-Wan away.
The voice that came out was all wrong. It sounded much deeper and less enunciated than Anakin's normal voice. Considering what it had to say, Obi-Wan was positive it wasn't his closest friend speaking at all.
"Anakin does not belong to you! He belongs to me! He is my child of desolation! We will take the breath from this existence and suffocate everything within! That includes you, Jedi."
Thinking of another entity taking up space inside his beloved filled Obi-Wan with cataclysmic rage, "Anakin belongs to himself, not to you or to me! His place is at my side, but his body and soul are his own! Leave him!"
The imposter inside Anakin twisted his lips into a smirk, "If I did that, you and I would be so far away from one another, my Obi-Wan."
Padmé's Living Force cured me. Her light drove the darkness out of me. Obi-Wan didn't hesitate and he didn't ask permission. With acute concentration, he found Anakin's energy and projected emissions of his Living Force directly into it. He knew it was a chancy thing to do. If he wasn't meticulously careful and he gave up too much of his Living Force, it would kill him. It was one thing to gently touch another's Living Force or fluently share minute, negligible portions as Anakin and he did during meditation. It was another thing to break off a chunk of your Living Force and slingshot it away. But if that's what Anakin needed from him, that's what he would do. He only afforded enough that he became lightheaded, hoping it would be enough to drive out the dark entity inside his friend.
It wasn't.
The ousting attempt only infuriated the entity that had possessed Anakin. It raised his hand and a gust of the Force blasted towards Obi-Wan. The Force-push landed, knocking the Jedi off balance, but his arms arched back to catch his hands on the ground and he easily flipped over onto his feet. Thankful he hadn't thought to bring his lightsaber and even more thankful he still hadn't returned his old padawan's yet, he stood from the ground.
The thing inside Anakin wasn't about to let the wordsmith try to reach its host again. It sent the brunette dashing through the sand to close the small distance between them and take a swing at Obi-Wan's face with a mechanical fist. He dodged the slug and sprang forward to tackle his friend around the midsection. They crashed heavily in the sand with him landing on top. He secured Anakin's right limb against the ground, clutching above the module of the man's cybernetic prosthetic, and restrained the other arm by the wrist.
The entity inside Anakin made him lick his bottom lip suggestively, "How many years have you fantasized about pinning me down, Obi-Wan?"
"Anakin, come back to me," Obi-Wan pled, ignoring the provocation. "You are stronger than the dark side; fight."
It made the Tatooinian up-thrust his hips against the Stewjonian's, "Did you always hope I'd scream and beg like a half-priced whore?"
The blonde lifted the limbs in his hold and slammed them back to the ground in unmitigated choler, "You are not Anakin Skywalker!"
It used Anakin's lips to smirk, "Guilty as charged." His face lifted upwards, "So, tell me, Kenobi, just between us- wouldn't you love to fuck that smart mouth of his?"
"Leave," Obi-Wan snarled, wringing his fingers into Anakin's flesh.
"Of course, as per usual, you would get sick and tired of his smart mouth," it laughed and twisted a smile onto its host's face.
"Leave," he upheld his strong veneer even though the unflinching debasement had him crumbling inside.
It widened Anakin's eyes in amusement, "Maybe a nice gag would suffice while you ram his ass until it bleeds."
His grip tightened and he bellowed, "Get out of him, you swine!"
Before it could utter any further vulgarity, Obi-Wan cracked off another hunk of his Living Force and harshly crammed it into Anakin's. Lightheadedness, weakness, and nausea came over him immediately. He didn't know how much Living Force he gave and he didn't care; he couldn't bear to hear that thing speak through Anakin another second. Without intention, he collapsed on top of the slighter man, whose head had snapped back lifelessly against the sand, and his body wouldn't comply when he tried to move. It looked like he was stuck until Anakin came to, so he closed his eyes and tried to get his breathing under control.
Anakin awoke in a frenzy. Nobody needed to tell him the dark side overcame him. He felt like he'd been comatose for hours and there was only one other time in his life he'd felt like that. I still can't remember leading the 501st into treachery. There was a heart-sickening internal struggle, then nothingness, and now he was on his back in the middle of the Sea with a seemingly unconscious Obi-Wan on top of him. Tears accumulated in his eyes. What have I done? He slithered his fingers under the side of Obi-Wan's head and lightly clenched his mechno-fingers around the blonde's bristly jaw. He straightened Obi-Wan's face towards him and was surprised and grateful when jade eyes fluttered open.
His voice was back to normal when he quaveringly entreated, "My bolides, tell me I didn't hurt you."
"I'm alright," Obi-Wan tiredly smiled, overjoyed to see teary, sky-blue eyes staring back at him. The mismatched fingers that gently worked to untangle knots from his hair prompted him to reassure, "I'm okay." He didn't want to look away from the beautiful, natural face before him, but he lacked the energy to keep his head up. He laid the side of his head back down on Anakin's chest, "Do you remember anything that happened?"
Shaking fingers continued to comb through sandy blonde locks, "No. When it takes over, I can't remember anything, not for a while. I still don't remember executing Order 66. I only know what I did from…from someone else telling me. I don't know if it's because my mind and body are adapting or…I don't know."
"Don't worry about it right now." Thank the Force I didn't lose you again. "Let's go back to the house," he negotiated and dug his elbows into the sand on either side of the thin torso beneath him. However, it became clear the side effects of his actions hadn't quite worn off yet when he wound up collapsing.
"Sweet mother of chaos, Obi-Wan," Anakin cupped the side of the limp man's head. He couldn't hide the alarm etched in his features when he drew Obi-Wan's face back towards him, "Why did you lie to me? I hurt you. I knew it."
Despite his exhaustion and the perspiration coating his body, Obi-Wan didn't want Anakin to get worked up. His hand landed on a defined ribcage, "No, you didn't."
"You-"
"I gave a substantial amount of Living Force to you. The only way to drive out darkness is with light. I have intrinsic light so..."
Anakin swallowed harshly. He gently lowered Obi-Wan's head to his chest to hide the observable disturbance on his face. His hands skimmed over the Jedi's shoulders, "Why would you chance that?"
"To get you back."
He clutched his savior's tunic, "I'm not worth your life."
With the heartbeat strong in Obi-Wan's ear, his response came without hesitation, "No, you're worth much more than that."
"Amanica," Anakain falteringly whispered, burying his mechno-hand into sand-licked caramel tresses and circling his flesh arm around his friend's neck. The past two months proved to be a full-dressed hell. If he wasn't crying, he was yelling. If he wasn't yelling, he was lying. If he wasn't lying, he was going out of his gourd. Nobody but Obi-Wan would ever put up with this. Not even Padmé would have put up with this. If he would have constantly lied to her, shouted at her, acted terrifying around her, she would have left him. Or at least asked for a prolonged separation until he stopped acting that way. After he knocked Clovis' head through the ground, she wanted him out. She ended up forgiving him, but this situation would be equivalent to continuously knocking Clovis' head through the ground. She wouldn't have kept forgiving him if he kept upsetting her so terribly.
He couldn't figure out why Obi-Wan let him stay. I know he's not attached to me. He's made that brutally clear on numerous occasions. Maybe they were like brothers in some ways, but he was a traitor. He was owed less than nothing and there was no chance the way he acted day in and day out won him any favors. Now here they were in the middle of the desert and he was sure, based on the patterns in the sand, their disheveled clothes, and the position they were in, that they'd gotten into a scuffle. If he ever raised a hand to Padmé, no matter what was wrong with him, she would have never looked at him again. Had she still been around, she would shun him after what happened on Mustafar and he wouldn't blame her.
He expected no less from Obi-Wan.
It didn't matter Obi-Wan was a Jedi Master and perfectly capable of fighting anyone in the known galaxy; it was unacceptable.
The Jedi already forgave him once for this offense and he decided once was the cutoff point.
His arm dropped to Obi-Wan's waist, but his mechno-hand stayed on the back of his dear friend's head to act as a stabilizer when he very carefully rolled them over, "This is too much. It's…you don't deserve this."
Obi-Wan could barely keep his eyes open, "What?"
"I have no right to put my hands on you or scream in your face every rotation or make you live in fear of what I might do," Anakin proclaimed as he gently set the blonde's head against the sand.
There was a slight crinkle in his housemate 's brow, "I'll decide my own limits, thank you."
"You can't even move right now," his arm unsnarled from the other Forceful's waist. "You've clearly been pushed well past your limits."
The iris recoloration, the obscenities, the threats... Everything Obi-Wan witnessed that night flashed through his mind's eye as Anakin pushed away from him. He couldn't allow the fallen Jedi to get worked up and slip into darkness again. He was too weak to afford any more energy. First, he tried to bargain, "I'm tired. Let's talk about this later, okay? Just take me home."
Anakin stood to his full height with his head framed by his hands, "I can't subject you to this. I'll go. I'm going."
Obi-Wan would never outright lie to Anakin. It simply wasn't something he was capable of. What he was capable of was playing on sympathy and guilt. He couldn't recall another time in his life when he'd pandered to such emotions, or another time when he'd emotionally manipulated Anakin, but he'd do anything to keep the spiraling Tatooinian from bolting. He laboriously slurred out, "You're going to leave me out here?"
It was all that was needed.
Anakin swiftly kneeled down again and repentantly croaked, "No, I'm not going to leave you out here, amanica."
By no means was Obi-Wan overweight, but given his current physical condition, it was going to be difficult to carry the older man all the way back to the house without any mishaps. Ordinarily, in years past, he would have simply hoisted Obi-Wan off the ground then away they'd go. He might have even cheated and used the Force. Now, he would have to do this the hard way. He moved to the apex of Obi-Wan's head and stooped down to stuff his fingers under the blonde's shoulders. He upraised his former master into a sitting position then scooted close so he could swathe his arms around the Jedi's waist, settling his chin on Obi-Wan's shoulder, "We're going to stand up, okay? I want you to lean against me and use any strength you have in your legs. Got it?" Hearing a hum of understanding, he instructed, "On the count of three. One, two, three."
On the last count, Obi-Wan complied with the instructions he was given, helping his aide to bring him to a standing position. "That was perfect. Now hold onto my arms and try to stand as long as you can. I need to get in front of you." He again complied, though it took his stability and caused him to stumble when Anakin switched positions. The younger Forceful moved quickly enough to catch him and re-embrace his waist. They stood still for a moment in order to rebalance before moving onto the next step.
His nausea and lightheadedness increased with all the movement. In the case his exhaustion grew worse and he slip out of consciousness, giving Anakin an unhindered opportunity to break camp, he decided to take a few precautions. He looked up through heavy lashes, "You're going to stay with me and make sure my energy doesn't need to be replenished, aren't you?" His forehead pressed against the taller man's chest, "Stay. I feel so sick."
He smiled to himself when he heard the soft reassurance, "I'm here as long as you need me."
Anakin was soon on the move again. He kept his right arm around Obi-Wan's waist while his left hand grasped the man's corresponding wrist. He kneeled on his right knee, which was somewhat between his friend's legs, and upstretched Obi-Wan's arm over his head. With great care, he pulled his comrade over his shoulders and his right arm skated between the man's thighs. With this maneuvering, Anakin was able to balance Obi-Wan's entire person over the back of his neck and shoulders. The inside of his right elbow supported the back inside of Obi-Wan's right thigh and his left hand sternly clutched the Stewjonian's right wrist. With a totally straight back and complete balance, he started the trek to the house. Definitely not the easy way.
"Let's get you in bed and I'll bridge our Living Forces. I don't want yours lacking."
Obi-Wan heard the statement, but his smarting body wouldn't allow him to devise a proper response. This time wasn't manipulation. This time, with the new position and their constant movement, he meant it, "I don't feel right."
"I know. Just try to stay conscious for me."
It was the last thing he heard before he fainted.
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