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Forbidden Longing	By : PyramidHead316 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 4286 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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AN: The mistake Anakin makes in this chapter is hesitating, because of his close relationship to Obi-Wan. Rest assured, he won't make that mistake again in the future, and Obi-Wan will live to regret that later on in future chapters.
Chapter 9: Confrontation
Anakin waited outside his former Master’s door. This was it, he steeled himself. This was the moment when he would finally put an end to his Master’s schemes.
Anakin didn’t know exactly why his Master had gone down this path, nor did he care about that at the moment. Whatever reason Obi-Wan had for letting himself fall so far, it was none of Anakin’s business. Not anymore. What was important was that Padme and Shaak Ti remained unharmed. And to do that, he had to face up to the man he once loved as a mentor and a very close friend.
He hated the possibility of having to harm Obi-Wan, but his Master left him no choice. Padme and Shaak Ti’s lives were hanging in the balance. He had to be strong for them. He was a Jedi, and if that accursed prophecy was to correct, the Chosen One destined to bring balance to the Force. It was completely against his nature to let himself submit like this to an enemy, and he was ashamed that he had done it so completely over the past several days.
Too much was riding on the line. There could be no hesitation, no doubts about the rightness of what he was doing.
No fear.
Fear had been his biggest enemy, he knew that now. Fear of losing his mother, fear of losing Padme…always his life was dominated by the terror of losing the ones he loved, including Obi-Wan. And it was that fear which had led him to do many things he now regretted. Slaughtering the Tuskens on Tatooine, rushing head long into a fight on against Obi-Wan’s counsel numerous occasions…even scaring Padme with his possessive demeanor about her sometimes.
Worst of all, it was that same fear that had made him call on his anger in battle far too many times to count.
Fear led to anger, anger led to hate, hate led to suffering…it was the old Jedi credo he had heard a thousand times over. Only now did he realize how true it was.
He recalled the conversation he’d had with Padme, right before leaving for his ‘meeting’ with Obi-Wan…
~*~
The time was almost at hand.
Anakin sighed, running a hand through his hair. Padme was in the other room, getting ready for bed. He wouldn’t be joining her, though. Not yet.
It was almost time to go confront his former Master. He had carefully avoided the subject through the day, however, there would be no denying the visit he had to pay his Master in a few minutes. Somehow, he would have to find a way to steer Padme’s suspicions yet again.
He clenched his fists in frustration, releasing an exasperated breath. This was a nightmare. A Sith-forsaken nightmare he wanted so badly to wake up from. It was almost enough to make him lose faith entirely in the Force. He was supposed to be the Chosen One. Where was the Force when he needed it the most?
Never mind that, he thought. He knew what he had to do, and there was no way around it. How he wished he could stay there with Padme and just put off confronting his old Master. But if he did…
If he did, then he would under Obi-Wan’s control forever. No, he couldn’t afford to linger. He needed to do this soon, before he lost the courage to stand up to his old Master.
He recalled his earlier thoughts about his dilemma…that Padme was better off without him. Maybe he was right. She deserved better…
Anakin shook his head. No…he couldn’t think like that. They would be together. He would find a way to escape his Master’s control...he just didn’t know how yet. Plus, not only did he have Padme’s safety to consider, but Shaak Ti’s as well. He silently cursed Obi-Wan for threatening the people he loved.
He felt Padme’s arms wrap around his midsection from behind. “I missed you today,” she whispered.
Anakin turned around to face her. “I missed you too,” he replied, holding his angel tightly. He’d only had a few precious hours with her, and now he would have to make up some excuse to leave for Obi-Wan’s, as his Master was requiring his presence tonight. She crushed her lips against his and he relished in her sweet taste. She was so different from him…how could he possibly be hesitant to be intimate with her? She tasted so sweet and she was so soft in all the right places.
“Ready for an evening alone together?” she asked hopefully. But when he frowned, she knew he wasn’t.
“Obi-Wan has asked me to research a project at the archives. He unreasonably wants a report on it by tomorrow, so I have to meet him at the archives later,” Anakin lied, hating every inch of himself at the moment.
“Oh…he sure has been keeping you busy,” Padme replied. Anakin swallowed the bile in his throat and simply nodded.
“Anakin, is he trying to keep up apart or something? Ever since he...found out about us, he’s done his best to keep you under his thumb. I would never have thought that Obi-Wan would be so petty, but to try and keep us apart like this...” she trailed off.
You don’t know the half of it, my love, Anakin thought bitterly.
“Master has been...very cold lately. I believe he may be a little bitter about us,” Anakin said.
“Perhaps I should talk to him. Our marriage may be forbidden, but you are still my husband and we love each other. If he is truly our friend, than he should understand our need to be together, especially when we both happen to be on the same planet,” Padme replied.
No angel…stay away from him! You can’t talk to him.
“I’ll handle Obi-Wan, angel. You shouldn’t worry yourself about it,” Anakin replied.
“But Ani, I do worry about it. Just because he’s your former Master does not mean that he can control your life. Believe me, I have not forgotten about Master Kenobi’s little spying incident,” Padme replied. He knew he needed to deter her from this train of thought.
“Hey...let’s not talk about Obi-Wan right now. I still have some time before I need to leave again. Let’s enjoy our time together, and then I’ll talk to him later tonight. Obi-Wan can be reasonable,” Anakin said.
At least the old Obi-Wan could. It doesn’t matter though…I just have to keep her from talking to him… Anakin thought.
“All right, but promise me that you’ll talk to him,” Padme said.
“I promise,” he lied, as her lips drew his kiss. He felt his body respond to hers, as it always did.
He’d promised himself he wasn’t going to touch her this way until he settled the problem hanging over their as heads. But as he gazed into Padme’s beautiful, angelic face, he found that resolve rapidly slipping away. Suddenly the looming confrontation didn’t seem so important anymore.
“Let’s make good use of our time,” Anakin said, as he kissed her hard and passionately. Obi-Wan could wait. It was the least he owed Anakin, after everything he’d gone. He wasn’t going to let his Master drive them apart any longer. And if he turned down her advances, she certainly would know something was up.
“I love you so much,” Anakin declared, almost desperately, as he kissed down her neck. Padme knew there was something wrong…she just didn’t know what. She decided that she would let it go for now…but she would find out exactly why Obi-Wan was needing Anakin to work on all these projects for him. Her body thrilled, as she felt her husband’s hard body against her own and his hands travel over her curves. She let everything else melt away for the moment and surrendered in his strong arms.
“Love me, Ani…” she whispered, breathlessly. Anakin let her love wash everything else away…at least for the moment. He swept her into his arms and carried her toward their bedroom. He would be damned if his sick Master kept him from making love to his beautiful, darling wife. Right now, he didn’t give a damn about anything but the woman in his arms that he was slowly undressing. The sweet mewls escaping her throat were driving him wild, as he desperately worked her out of her gown.
“I love you so much,” he panted, as they tumbled to the bed.
And I will protect you, my beloved angel…no matter what he makes me do...Anakin silently promised her, as the burning fires of their passion consumed them.
Anakin lost himself in her, as he kissed down her neck. Padme threw her head back in ecstasy, as his lips left fire in their wake.
“Oh Ani,” Padme cooed, as he practically ripped her gown away. She ran her hands possessively over his bare, muscled chest and her hands found their way to his belt. His eyes traveled possessively over her already naked form and he cupped her breasts, rolling them in his strong hands. Padme pushed his pants down and wrapped her hand around his hard, impressive length. She felt the ache between her legs grow, as she longed to be filled by him. Anakin backed her onto the bed and pinned her beneath him. She welcomed his protective weight over her, as his lips trailed down her neck and over her shoulders. She arched against him, brushing her aching, hardened nipples against his chest. Anakin wrapped his arms around her chest, intent on focusing his attention now on the gorgeous globes of flesh.
“You’re…so beautiful…” he rasped, as he hungrily took the left breast in his mouth, his lips and tongue tasting the luscious, beautiful flesh. He flicked his tongue lazily over her peaked nipple, before giving it a hard suck. Her back arched and an ardent cry escaped her lips, as he began suckling her.
“Ohhhh!” she cried, as his lips suckled her and his tongue laved its way over the supple flesh. He began kissing his way over to the other, stopping momentarily in the valley between the round, perfect globes of flesh. His mouth devoured her other breast, reveling in her incredible taste. He flicked his tongue over the taut pebble, before giving this one a hard suck. Her back arched again, a scream escaping her lips.
“Oh Anakin!” she cried, as his lips suckled her and his tongue traveled all over the soft, but firm mound. She clenched her fingers in his curls and held his head, as he finished his lazy suckling.
He slowly kissed his way down his writhing wife’s body to his true destination. His angel splayed her knees out for him, revealing her very aroused sex. His mouth watered at the sight of her and his tongue quickly dipped in to taste this part of her. Each lick from him caused pulses of pleasure to shoot through her body. His tongue swatted furiously at her mound, before he sucked the nub into his mouth. He lapped up her juices, his tongue traveling through the incredibly wet folds of her sex. His mouth found her clit again and he began stroking it with his tongue. This sent jots of pleasure coursing through her body, as he hit her sweet spot every time. Padme panted and cooed softly, as her orgasm neared. She cried his name again, as he sucked her mound repeatedly.
“Aaahhh…” she cried loudly, as a powerful orgasm hit her. Anakin continued to lap at the folds of her sex, as her sweet honey flowed from her incredible climax. Anakin ceased his ministrations, as she slowly came down. He looked up into her desire lidded eyes and slowly kissed his way back up to her lips. Padme trapped his lips in a bruising kiss, conveying her need for him and rapturous desire for him to make love to her. She stared into his beautiful orbs of sapphire, love and lust shining in her own. She wrapped her hand around his thick cock and stroked it.
“Take me Ani…take me hard…” she demanded lustfully. Her words lit his every nerve ablaze. Force, how he loved this incredible woman. He pulled her up into his lap and pressed her chest against his own. His burning hot gaze on her body caused beads of sweat to form on her creamy skin. Sometimes his possessiveness scared her, but sometimes it thrilled her and made her ache with desire for him. He pressed her against his hard body and she hooked her legs around his waist, panting in anticipation of being filled by him. Anakin held her tightly, as he slid inside her hot depths. He sheathed himself fully and he moaned, as she squeezed around him.
“Gods…so tight…so wet…” he groaned.
“Only for you,” she whispered breathlessly. He began his hot, deep thrusts into her in a steady rhythm that quickly grew in speed moment after moment. Padme emitted soft coos and cries that chorused in concert with his pounding thrusts, as he stroked her deeply again and again. His hands were filled with the roundness of her curvaceous backside, as he slammed his throbbing length inside her over and over again. He pumped in and out of her tight, slick tunnel at a maddening pace, taking her hard and thoroughly ravishing her. She savagely nipped and sucked on his neck, assuring that he would have her marks of love on his skin later. She raked her nails along his back, as he pounded into her and they loved hard.
Padme ground her hips into his and he leaned back a bit, giving her what she wanted. Their hips thrust and slapped together as she rode him furiously. Sweat poured down their bodies in the heat of their lovemaking. Anakin grabbed her arms and threw her to the bed on her back and began thoroughly ravishing her with a hunger neither of them had ever known. She hooked her legs around his chest, as he slammed his pulsing member into her as deeply as he could go. Her cries were loud and desperate as he fucked her.
She screamed his name, unrestrained passion lacing her voice, as she came hard amidst his powerful thrusts. Padme convulsed and quivered around his surging cock, as Anakin continued his incredible pace. Her powerful climax ripped through her body in waves of pleasure and as it began to slowly dissipate, she fell limp even as he continued to fuck her and search for his own release. Finally, buried deep inside her, he came in lengthy, hot spurts, filling her to completion. He collapsed into her arms and she kissed his sweaty forehead, as he panted through his release. Finally, he pulled himself from her depths and cuddled close to her side, bathing in the afterglow with her.
“Will you be long tonight?” Padme asked sleepily.
“No…not longer than I have to be. I really want to stay here with you, but I need to have a little talk with Obi-Wan and tell him that he needs to stop trying to come between us,” Anakin told her. This really wasn’t a lie. He and Obi-Wan were going to have a talk and Obi-Wan would stop with his threats and demands. Padme turned and kissed him deeply.
“Hurry home,” she said. He smiled and brushed her curls away from her face.
“I will,” he replied.
“I love you,” she told him.
“I love you too, my sweet angel,” he replied, as he slowly got up and headed for the fresher for a quick shower. As he cleaned up, he realized he felt strong. It’s the way Padme always made him feel and she made him more determined than ever to take control of this situation with Obi-Wan. He would not fold to Obi-Wan demands any longer, even if meant taking extreme measures against his former Master…
~*~
Smiling at the recollection, Anakin was shaken from his thoughts as his former Master answered the door. Obi-Wan stepped aside and allowed Anakin to pass through. The conflicted Knight sat on the couch with his head in his hands, not saying a word to the other man.
“I trust that your ride here was pleasant?” Obi-Wan asked conversationally.
Anakin remained silent.
“Good.”
Obi-Wan moved closer to his old apprentice. He narrowed his eyes, frowning as he caught whiff of a peculiar scent that was certainly not Anakin’s.
“I can smell her on you, Padawan,” Obi-Wan said, not caring how ridiculous he sounded. “You were with her tonight, weren’t you?”
Anakin didn’t answer, though he did glance sharply at his old Master, as if to say, “what if I was?”
Obi-Wan sat down next to him. His eyes trailed down over the taller man’s form, staring at his muscled body appreciatively. It wasn’t long before he captured Anakin’s mouth in a lustful kiss.
“But no matter. I’ve been waiting all day to do that,” he said hungrily, staring at Anakin with ravenous intent. He tried to give his Padawan another kiss, but Anakin turned away, causing Obi-Wan to miss his lips.
“No…”
Obi-Wan didn’t let that stop him. He wrapped his arms around Anakin’s body, letting his hands glide downwards over the younger man. One of his hands dipped below Anakin’s waist, touching him in places only Padme had the pleasure of. He continued alongside Anakin’s jaw, kissing his way down his neck until Anakin had enough.
“No!” the Jedi shouted. He pushed Obi-Wan away, surprising his abuser with his sudden burst of strength. Obi-Wan stood up from the couch, staring questioningly at his apprentice.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not going to do this anymore,” Anakin said.
“What?”
“You heard me. I’m through with being your pawn.”
The temperature in the room chilled considerably.
“I see, Obi-Wan responded. “I guess it’s time to report you to the Jedi Council then,” he said, thinking Anakin was only bluffing.
“Go ahead,” Anakin dared him. “I couldn’t care less if I’m expelled.”
“You’ll be banished then.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it. I’ll even get Chancellor Palpatine to help me necessary. I dare you or any of those fools on the Council to try and stop me from being with Padme.”
Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. He ignored the statement about Palpatine, knowing that was an argument for another time. He was serious about this, he realized, frowning at the feelings running through his former Padawan. Anakin was indeed serious about getting away from him, and he was prepared to stand up to the Council if it meant ending the ‘agreement’ he and Obi-Wan had come to in the past few days.
At another time in his life, Obi-Wan might have been impressed with the resolve Anakin was showing. Now, it only awakened that part of him which had formed over the course of this past week. The part of him that wanted nothing more than to beat down this boy’s arrogant defiance and take what was rightfully his.
“What’s the matter? You finally run out of speeches, Master?” Anakin taunted, delivering Kenobi’s title with a scathing demeanor.
“You know Anakin, I didn’t want things to have to come to this. But you leave me no other choice. Perhaps its time to pay a visit to your dear Senator Amidala.”
“Stay away from Padme.”
“Or what?”
Anakin was quiet. “Anakin…” Obi-Wan moved to grab his arm. Suddenly, a snap-hiss reverberated through the air. In the blink of an eye, Obi-Wan found himself staring down the length of Anakin’s blue lightsaber.
“What are you doing?” Obi-Wan asked dangerously.
“What I should have done at the beginning of this whole mess,” Anakin replied.
“You can’t be serious?”
“Oh, believe me. I’m deadly serious, Master,” Anakin stated.
The two Jedi stood in a whirlwind of tension, eyes locked squarely on one another. Neither moved an inch in the slightest direction. The cerulean shine of Anakin’s blade was mere inches away from Kenobi’s throat. One quick slash and the famous Jedi Master would be no more.
“Are you going to kill me?” Obi-Wan inquired.
Anakin shook his head. “Obi-Wan, I don’t want to do this. You’ve been like a father to me. A brother. But…” he paused, as if realizing the truth for himself. “But I can’t let you do this to me. And I can’t let you threaten other people either.”
Obi-Wan gave a snort of derision.
“Obi-Wan, you need help. Can’t you see that? Can’t you see what you’ve become? Look at yourself! Look at what you’re doing to me, and to Padme. Master, she’s done nothing to you, and you’re threatening to murder her every chance you get!”
“Oh you’re wrong. She did do something to me,” Obi-Wan nearly hissed. “She took you away from me. And I’ll never forgive her for it.”
Anakin’s grip on his saber tightened, as he fought to restrain his anger.
“You’re mine, Anakin. You belong to me. I raised you, I trained you. It’s because of me you’re not a slave back on Tatooine. You owe me!”
“Obi-Wan, please. Stop this. You need help. Come with me tomorrow. We’ll go to the Temple, we’ll go see the counselors. I know they can help you,” Anakin pleaded. He didn’t want to hurt Obi-Wan. The man had been like a father to him. If only he would hear some of what Anakin was saying…
“Like they helped you get over your attachment to Amidala?” Obi-Wan countered. “You never saw them either. In fact, you never talked to anyone about her. You just went off and married her.” He paused, leering at his Padawan. “Went off and fucked her like the whore she is.”
“Enough!” Anakin drew back as if to strike his Master. But the saber remained in midair. He still couldn’t bring himself to do it.
“Remember the first lesson I taught you, Anakin?” Obi-Wan asked. “Never draw a weapon unless you intend to use it.”
In the span of a second, Obi-Wan ignited his lightsaber. Anakin barely parried the slash aimed at his upper chest. The battle was on.
Anakin guided his saber with determination, struggling to match the furious strikes suddenly being unleashed. The movements were not as calculated, indicating his Master did not wish to maim him. He was testing him, trying to see how far his old apprentice would go. Nonetheless, Anakin met every blow as though he were fighting Count Dooku himself.
He would not be lulled into underestimating this opponent.
~*~
In his fortress at the center of The Works, Darth Sidious cackled with malevolent glee. He could feel the powerful disturbance in the Force emanating from Kenobi’s apartment. He wouldn’t be surprised if those fools on the Council sensed it too.
He closed his eyes as he attuned his senses more closely to the stream of energy. The feelings coming from the battling Knights were incredible. Now it was time to add a little fire to the mix…
~*~
Anakin’s blade clashed with Kenobi’s as they fought a duel of brother against brother. Obi-Wan had not backed down as anticipated and neither had Anakin. In fact he noticed Obi-Wan’s motions were gradually becoming more aggressive. His Master wasn’t using Soresu as was characteristic for him, and was instead slipping into Ataru, the more fearsome form of combat used by Master Qui-Gon. This new Obi-Wan was clearly not as reluctant to take the initiative as the old Form III Master who instructed him.
Obi-Wan aimed a blow at Anakin’s shoulder. Anakin parried the sword, attempting to deliver a strike to Obi-Wan’s wrist. If he could disarm the other man, the battle would be over instantly. He was met by a hard block that stopped his saber dead center. Anakin was bewildered. It was like Obi-Wan had grown stronger in the past few days. No matter how hard he pushed, his Master would not bulge in his defense.
Attempting to switch gears, Anakin tried to take out Obi-Wan’s legs by directing a slash to one of his thighs. Obi-Wan easily parried the blow and retaliated with one that barely missed Anakin’s right arm. Anakin gritted his teeth. He was becoming frustrated by his inability to break through the wall of defense Obi-Wan had created. Even without Soresu, his Master was just too good at defending himself.
Anakin felt a surge of anger swell inside him. Use your anger, the voice told him, sounding like fury incarnate. Anakin briefly mottled his brow. Where was that coming from? But there was no time to wonder as he struggled to keep up with Obi-Wan’s barrage.
The voice spoke to him again. Do it! Show him who the most powerful Knight in the Order truly is.
Anakin growled in rage. He began to push harder against Obi-Wan’s lightsaber, putting as much strength as possible into the blows. Every strike was a hammer against his former Master’s shield. Obi-Wan fell back as he attempted to deflect his apprentice’s fiery attacks, and for one split moment, Anakin thought he had the upper hand.
But Obi-Wan fought back. With fire of his own, he held firm against Anakin’s incredible assault. Calling on the hatred he felt for Amidala, he delivered a stunning blow that rattled his Padawan down to the bone. Taking advantage of the sudden opening, he parried away Anakin’s blade and administered a kick to his midsection. Extending his hand, a blast of Force power suddenly erupted from his palm.
Anakin went toppling back across the room, landing on the floor in a daze. Seconds later Obi-Wan was on him. The livid Master brought his lightsaber down to bear on Anakin’s shoulder. Anakin fought to hold back his arms. He knew what he was trying to do. He wanted to push the blade into Anakin’s shoulder, so that he could leave Anakin defenseless and create a simulation of a sparring accident at the same time. That way, nobody would question his Padawan’s injured state.
The cauterizing energy was inches away. Anakin strained against Obi-Wan’s formidable strength, desperate to keep the blade from reaching his flesh. Bringing up one of his legs, he managed to kick away his former Master. Obi-Wan drew back, allowing Anakin to recover his weapon. Obi-Wan charged at his apprentice, only to be met with the azure blade of Skywalker’s lightsaber.
They traded numerous blows and parries, neither man yielding in the slightest. Anakin matched his Master’s attacks move for move, knowing he couldn’t afford another slip-up. Padme was counting on him. He had to win!
Things were beginning to look grim when suddenly, Obi-Wan missed with an arc aimed at Anakin’s arm. Anakin capitalized on the error by connecting with a slash against Kenobi’s left arm. The strike was meant to disable and it did just that. Obi-Wan cried out in pain. As his sword arm moved reflexively in the other direction, Anakin was left with a clear opening at his Master’s torso. Not even thinking about it, he raised to bring down his saber on his Master…
…And found something was holding him back. In the midst of triumph, Anakin Skywalker made an error trillions of combatants had before him.
He hesitated.
It was enough for Obi-Wan.
Regaining his bearings, he landed a boot hard on his opponent’s stomach, then delivered a kick to his groin. Anakin doubled over in pain. Seizing the advantage, Obi-Wan followed it up with another powerful Force push.
The hit was like a burst of thunder exploding right on Anakin’s chest, sending him flying back with brutal force. He crashed back first into transparisteel, shattering the table and knocking over the holovid in the process. Anakin was seeing stars. He groaned at the agony of the impact. His spine and lungs were on fire, and his ribs felt like each and every one of them had been cracked apart. Tiny shards of transparisteel dug into his back, adding to the anguish already present.
And through it all was a vision that shook Anakin to the core.
Obi-Wan.
The older Jedi walked menacingly towards his fallen Padawan. Anakin was struggling to get up, but it was obvious he had lost this confrontation. Kenobi stood over Anakin, lightsaber shining ominously on one side, first clenched in rage on the other.
This was it, Anakin thought grimly. He had lost…and now Obi-Wan would kill him for his defiance. The rational part of his mind told him that wouldn’t happen, that Obi-Wan wouldn’t dare risk the Council finding out he murdered another Jedi. But that didn’t matter. All Anakin saw was his old mentor hovering over him with a lightsaber, ready to destroy his own apprentice.
He closed his eyes in preparation for the inevitable. There were many things he could have thought about. How Obi-Wan had beaten him, what would happen to his body, why he had hesitated when he had the chance to end this…instead there was only a single painful thought burning in his mind.
Padme, I’m sorry…
But the expected blow did not come. Anakin opened his eyes to realize Obi-Wan was standing there with an all-too-familiar look on his face.
Obi-Wan bent down and placed a forearm across Anakin’s neck. He stared at him with the nastiest, most hateful expression his apprentice had ever seen, and it was then that Anakin sensed in him something that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
It was the dark side.
He knew it well, having experienced it firsthand on Tatooine. And now, he felt that same blackening hatred smoldering inside his Master’s soul. The flash was gone in an instant, leaving behind only the lust he had seen prior to it. But Anakin would never forget that terrible instance even if he lived a thousand years. He knew now what was happening to Obi-Wan, and it was worse than he ever would have imagined.
“Get up,” Obi-Wan told him roughly, hauling him up by the collar. Anakin only made it to his knees, still too dazed to stand up straight. Sensing there were shards of transparisteel imbedded in his skin, Obi-Wan focused his concentration. Suddenly, a razor sharp pain went through his pupil’s back. Anakin screamed as the jagged shards were brutally ripped from his flesh by an unseen force. He felt to his hands, barely holding back the tears rushing to his eyes.
“Master…” he sobbed weakly. Never had he been in so much pain. His tunic was torn from the shards being expelled, and his back was bloody from the cuts all over it. The injuries weren’t life threatening, but they would require some taking care of. And the blood…he felt it running down his spine, staining his skin with its sticky crimson.
Obi-Wan gave him time to recover. The pain in his arm was excruciating, but he used the Force to suppress it. It was only a minor wound. He wasn’t going to let one insignificant strike of a saber stop him from getting what was his. Once Anakin was in better shape, Obi-Wan ordered him to stand. He stared at his old apprentice with visible menace in his eyes.
“Now, I’m sure that you will think twice before you resist me again. You’re a slow learner Padawan, but I trust that you’ll get it in time. You will obey me and you will submit to me or there will be grave consequences. You are lucky that I am so patient with you, because I should have already killed your precious Amidala for all the trouble you’ve given me.” Obi-Wan’s tone was measured and dangerous.
“Do you understand me?” he snapped, waiting for an answer.
“Yes...Master,” Anakin replied, quietly.
“Good, now we will continue where we left off. I had already planned on removing your clothing and now you will finish the job for me,” Obi-Wan ordered. Anakin was incredulous. Did his Master really expect him to…satisfy him like this? But a stern look from Obi-Wan told him that he did. There would be no getting out of this one, no matter how wounded Anakin was.
Anakin looked down in shame, as he started unbuttoning his tunic the rest of the way. He discarded it and then moved to his pants. Slowly, just as Obi-Wan wanted, every article of clothing had been discarded and Anakin stood naked before his Master’s hungry eyes. Obi-Wan stood up and led his Padawan to the couch. He smothered his lips over Anakin’s, as he pushed the younger man down to the couch and pinned him beneath his own body. Obi-Wan groaned into the kiss, as he felt himself go painfully hard. Obi-Wan thrust his tongue deep into Anakin’s mouth, signifying his desire to thrust himself inside Anakin’s body…but the time was not right yet.
However, he was tired of having to take care of his erection by taking a cold shower. He had been so good to Anakin by keeping his secret and going slow with him. He could have taken him long ago, but he had been patient with him, as he always was. Now, it was time for Anakin to thank him a bit. He recalled the very satisfying dream he had one night where Anakin had pleasured him…and he decided that it was time for that dream to become a reality. He broke the kiss and sat up, motioning for Anakin to stand before him. Anakin obeyed and looked away as his Master’s eyes roamed over his exposed body.
“Get on your knees young one,” Obi-Wan ordered. Anakin looked at him strangely, but obeyed. Obi-Wan began undoing his pants, which were getting extremely uncomfortable. Anakin’s blood ran cold as he watched his Master released his erect cock from his pants. He whimpered as Obi-Wan pulled him between his legs and stared hard into Anakin’s horrified eyes.
“It’s time for you to thank me for being so good to you, Padawan. You’re going to pleasure you Master,” Obi-Wan ordered.
“W…what? You expect…me to…” Anakin couldn’t even finish his sentence.
“That’s right Anakin, you’re going to suck me off,” Obi-Wan demanded bluntly.
“I’m not...I’m not going to...” Anakin was so horrified and humiliated that he couldn’t finish his sentence. Obi-Wan put two fingers under Anakin’s chin and lifted his head to meet his eyes. The look in Obi-Wan’s eyes caused Anakin to shiver.
“Do I have to punish you again for disobeying me twice in one night? Or will you make it easy on yourself and do as I ask?” Obi-Wan asked menacingly. Having just learned that his Master was not above hurting him to get what he wanted, Anakin wasn’t going to refuse him. Not this time.
The younger man’s lips trembled in fear as Obi-Wan jutted his hips towards him. Obi-Wan groaned in pleasure as he forced the head of his cock into Anakin’s mouth. The feeling of his Padawan’s tongue on his shaft was incredible.
“I will...not tolerate your unresponsiveness Padawan. Start sucking me,” Obi-Wan ordered. Anakin forced his tears back and sucked his Master’s cock further into his mouth. Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin’s shoulders and began thrusting his hips forward and back, sliding his cock in and out of Anakin’s warm mouth, while the younger man sucked him. Anakin panted wildly, hands gripping tightly onto Obi-Wan’s legs as his Master mercilessly fucked his mouth.
Obi-Wan gasped and sighed in pleasure. For once, he had nothing to say to his Padawan. Words were not enough to describe how incredible the sensations being granted to him were. He pulled Anakin lower onto his cock, forcing the abused apprentice to breathe through his nose as he pleasured his old mentor. Finally, Obi-Wan gave a groan of absolute enjoyment as he violently released his hot seed, shooting it down the younger man’s throat. Once his Master released his shoulders, Anakin fell to the floor in a heap, panting heavily and coughing.
Obi-Wan stood up from the couch. He idly pulled up his pants and adjusted his clothes, as if nothing at all was amiss, and he had not just violated his former Padawan in a thoroughly sickening way. The malevolent look in his eyes was gone, replaced by the raw satisfaction of someone who has just experienced an incredible sexual high.
“You were wonderful…better than any dream I’ve had. And next time…I’ll finally make you mine for good. But for now, you had better get dressed and go home.”
Anakin scrambled for his clothes. He shakily put on his pants and tunic, careful not to irritate the cuts on his back with the latter. He looked in askance at Obi-Wan, questioning what to do about his tattered clothing.
Obi-Wan retrieved a spare cloak from a nearby closet and tossed it to Anakin. “Put this on,” he sighed, restraining any annoyance at his Padawan. “And make sure you treat those cuts when you get home. It wouldn’t do for Padme to get suspicious.”
Anakin nodded silently. He graciously accepted the spare cloak, which was of a lighter shade than his usual. Throwing it on over his tired body, he left the apartment as fast as he could, leaving his Master satisfied with the way things had gone. Obi-Wan watched him go with an undeniable smirk of triumph on his face.
“You’re mine, Anakin…you’re mine,” Obi-Wan said, with an evil glint in his eye.
~*~
When he arrived home, Anakin was relieved that it seemed Padme was already in bed. Shedding his clothes, the first thing he did after he slipped into the fresher was grab his toothbrush. He began scrubbing his teeth hard with the paste. No matter how clean he scrubbed his mouth, it still felt dirty.
He couldn’t stop the few tears that cascaded down his cheeks. He had gone there tonight with every intention of confronting his Master and taking control of the situation. He had planned to inform his Master that he would no longer be the object of his perversions. He was a married man and if Obi-Wan wanted to go to the Council with that information, then he could go right ahead. He and Padme would be gone before the Council could stop them and they would be safely tucked away on Naboo out of his master’s reach forever. But that was just a fantasy, and in his wishful thinking, he’d deluded himself into thinking that Obi-Wan would not resort to force to get what he wanted. He had proven Anakin wrong earlier…very wrong.
Anakin blocked out the images from earlier this evening. He was a slave again. He was disobedient and his Master had punished him with physical abuse, before he had forced his perverted desires on him.
“Anakin?” he heard Padme’s voice call from behind the fresher door. He froze and quickly spit the toothpaste out in the sink.
“I’ll be out in a minute, angel,” he called, as he rinsed his mouth. He wiped the tears away and reached into the Force to try and relax. It didn’t work, but he hoped that she was tired enough to not ask him a lot of questions. He just wanted to hold her and try to go to sleep. He wanted to forget his earlier meeting with Obi-Wan, though he knew that was impossible. He could spend hours contemplating why or when his Master started down this dark path, but he knew it was really a moot point. What mattered was that he had and it was possible that the real Obi-Wan was gone forever, replaced by this monstrosity. And it broke his heart…deeply.
He took a quick shower, wincing as the water hit his aching back. Those would need bacta if they were to heal properly. Fortunately Padme kept some in the refresher just in case they needed to treat a cut or two quickly. After applying some to his wounds and ensuring they would remain closed, he exited the fresher and slipped into bed next to Padme. She rolled over and snuggled against him.
“I love you,” she said sleepily. He sighed in relief, glad there would be no questions.
“I love you too, angel,” he replied, as he held her tightly. He knew he could not hide his problems from her for much longer. Obi-Wan became more and more violent by the day. He had to figure out something…someway to protect them both, and Shaak Ti as well. He lay awake for several more hours, before pure exhaustion finally took him…
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