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Kamino Down Time	By : kjaydeck3 Category: Star Wars (All) > General Views: 1910 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Eep. Sorry, this story is severely under edited.
Obi-Wan breathed deeply, trying desperately to ascertain the situation he was in. He blinked with vacant eyes, trying to jump start his brain as he stood with his back plastered against the wall of his makeshift quarters in the Kamino cloning facility and Anakin�s pink lips were gently applied to his. Then they were applied less gently.
Anakin�s golden right hand was sheathed in a rancor leather glove. One that he only wore when he knew he would be in close quarters with others or in a situation where it might make some uncomfortable. Obi-Wan was often amazed at how quickly the younger man hand acclimated to his new limb. And the fact that he wore the glove now suggested that he had planned the heady exchange of tongues.
His right hand was planted firmly against the wall at Obi-Wan�s side while the other languidly entangled itself I the older man�s crop of sandy hair, tilting his head accordingly each time the kisses changed.
A deep groan spilled from the older Jedi�s mouth as they separated, Anakin�s soft lips moving to tend to his neck, knee pressing insistently between Obi-Wan�s thighs.
�Anakin�� The older man said, finally managing to form a coherent thought and make it verbal. Anakin made a grunt of acknowledgement as he ran his left hand along the opening of his Master�s tunic, mouth nipping and sucking close behind it.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall as the ministrations of his Padawan continued.
�We�really�shouldn�t be doing this�� he trailed off, wondering how his guard had fallen so horribly when the younger man first approached him. How had a somber exchange about the war taken this turn? It had only been a matter of minutes and seconds before, but seemed like a vast eternity ago.
�That is what seems to make the idea so appealing,� Anakin breathed, taking the other man by the chin and meeting his gaze before engaging him in another deep kiss.
�Yes�� Obi-Wan gasped, feeling the younger man�s hand slip past the waist band of his pants.
�No. I mean no. That�s not what I meant�� he was out of breath once more after finishing the words, surprised that he�d managed so many in succession.
Anakin smiled wickedly, lips moving to his master�s ear.
�Oh?� he asked, voice smooth and casual as he began to knead the other man�s inner thigh with his gloved hand.
�Ah�� was all the other could manage now.
�I was thinking about that,� Anakin said slowly between kisses along Obi-Wan�s neck.
�Were you?� Obi-Wan sighed with relief as the younger man�s hands returned to his head and neck. He was more than a little bothered by how much he was enjoying the situation, how instantly his body reacted to the other man.
�Yes,� Anakin continued, nuzzling his neck.
�What good is the Master/Padawan bond if a Jedi is to deny themselves love? Every master comes to care for his Padawan�not always romantically�but it is always a kind of love.�
Obi-Wan blinked, amazed and irritated that his apprentice could think and speak so clearly now.
�Doesn�t that contradict the Jedi code?� Obi-Wan shivered as he spoke, feeling the hot breath on his neck, hairs standing on end as he decided to shrug off his cloak.
�It seems to me that the code contradicts the Jedi,� Anakin replied easily.
��Ani�I think-�
�Don�t call me that.�
They were both silent a long moment, and Obi-Wan quickly began to feel uncomfortable in the other man�s embrace.
Anakin sighed quietly, adding in a gentle tone, �Master.�
�I�I�m sorry Anakin. I didn�t-� he was interrupted once more, but this time by urgent, hot lipped kisses.
�What got you thinking about Jedi codes, anyhow?� he gasped when they parted, bringing a hand to rest on the younger man�s shoulder in a weak attempt to push him away.
�Mas�er, Generals Fisto and Secura,� Anakin shrugged, attention moving to the task of unfastening the older man�s tunic.
�Kit�and Aayla?� Obi-Wan frowned in disbelief.
�Mm,� Anakin acknowledged, mouth returning to it�s increasingly slow exploration of the wonderfully maintained body.
�I think you�re seeing sordid love affairs wherever you like.�
�They�re together now�� Anakin said, lips moving over Obi-Wan�s cheek as he closed his eyes, opening himself to the force.
Obi-Wan could feel the light sense being projected onto him by his apprentice. A mingling of images and thoughts�feelings. And a sound not unlike their own ragged breathing. He was just now beginning to realize how aroused the younger man was by the idea of this.
Anakin offered a quiet grunt, and Obi-Wan picked up on his thoughts, which were something akin to �I love the supple curves of rutian lekku.�
�He�s sucking on her tchun-tchin�� the throaty whisper brought a deep flush to Obi-Wan�s cheeks, catching him completely off guard.
�Oh?�
Anakin�s hands moved over he other man�s newly bared chest, following soon after with his cheek and then his lips.
�Her lekku, Master.�
Obi-Wan inhaled sharply, feeling the younger man�s lips brush over his left nipple.
�Of course,� he managed a belated response.
�Anyone,� Anakin started, pleased by the reaction he drew as he kissed a sloppy trail over his Master�s navel, ��with an ounce of sensuality�� his tongue darted teasingly over the other man�s hip bone, �knows that�s what the twi�lek call them.�
�That would explain it then,� Obi-Wan struggled to take a deep breath, taking the younger man by the wrist, �I�m not sensual�or sexual,� he kissed Anakin lightly, coaxing him to turn his back to the wall.
�There isn�t an erotic bone�in my body.�
�Hm,� Anakin smiled, watching with delight as the other man undid his belt, �that doesn�t surprise me�most people don�t have-�
He was surprised by the roughness implemented as Obi-Wan took his mouth, plundering it with an eagerness that hadn�t been expressed prior. His hands slid over Anakin�s smooth, taught flesh, exploring his chest and stomach as the kiss lingered into something soft and slow.
Anakin exhaled noisily, looking impressed with the other�s display as he removed his tunic, �Then again.�
Obi-Wan pushed him back against the wall, bare chests pressed together as he leaned into another kiss, his hand moved between them, easily encircling the hardness that pressed into his hip, drawing a slow groan from the younger man�s lips. He increased the slow torture, lips moving to his Padawan�s neck while he continued the long deliberate strokes.
�Master,� Anakin�s voice was a low growl as he grabbed the other man�s wrist, annoyed by his smile, �if you continue at that pace�I will never forgive you.�
�Mm,� Obi-Wan bit back a laugh, moving both hands to the younger man�s chest and offered a mockery of heir earlier kisses. �In a rush, are we?�
Anakin repeated the kiss with an increased fire, pulling Obi-Wan closer as he took firm hold of is backside. Their mutual gasps came at increased intervals, and Obi-Wan was soon sorry for teasing the younger man. He could barely stand, feeling his Padawan�s hips grind against his.
Obi-Wan pulled back, initiating a much slower kiss as he worked the closure on Anakin�s pants, beginning to stroke him with no fabric between them. The resounding pleasured noises spurred him into further action, lips trailing briefly over his chest and stomach, teasing his waistline before drawing the impressive erection into his mouth.
Anakin uttered a low, long moan, voice catching as Obi-Wan�s tongue began to massage the underside of his arousal. He thrust forward, hands winding into the sandy hair of the older man. He found himself able to breathe again as the hot wetness of the other�s eager mouth withdrew, but relief quickly shifted to disappointment. The tongue soon returned to him, pressing against his slit before circling his head and pulling away once more.
�Alright,� Anakin managed, sound of defeat clear in his breathless voice, �I�ll behave. Please, just don�t stop.�
Obi-Wan considered this a moment before silently agreeing. He didn�t want to completely torture the other Jedi.
He sucked tentatively at first, then thoroughly licked the other�s length before taking in as much of it as he could. Anakin was surprised and further excited by the ease with which his Master accomplished this.
He gasped deeply, feeling he head of his cock bump against the back of Obi-Wan�s throat. He found the sensation delicious, and had to fight with the desire to take the other man by the hair and proceed in a manner that would likely choke him.
�Master,� Anakin�s voice was between a growl and a purr as his eyes rolled shut, closing out the image of the other man so he could concentrate on the skillfully produced sensations.
Obi-Wan didn�t respond, one hand moving to stroke at an increased pace while the other massaged Anakin�s thighs briefly before taking hold of his balls and giving them the same attentions. Obi-Wan felt his own cock twitch at the groan his lavishes tore from the other Jedi�s throat.
�Please,� Anakin whimpered with a desperate thrust, ��so close.�
Obi-Wan allowed a small smile, infinitely pleased with himself and eager to bring the younger man to orgasm. He resumed sucking and bobbing, increasing his speed and intensity as best he could. Remembering to give his balls the occasional squeeze.
Anakin was panting shallowly, hands wound into his Master�s hair and thrusting erratically. He ground out another moan, feeling Obi-Wan�s lips tighten around his tip before he leaned forward meeting his thrust, shuddering with pleasure as he felt the other man�s throat against his cock.
Obi-Wan shut his eyes, feeling the beginning of his Padawan�s orgasm and accepting it eagerly. He held the organ gently as he swallowed, but almost choked as he started listening to the other man�s moans.
�Oh�Padm�.�
Obi-Wan pulled back coughing, wiping his mouth before looking up at the other man with a hint of disgust.
Anakin opened his eyes, leaning to rest a hand on Obi-Wan�s shoulder.
�Are you alright?�
Obi-Wan was still coughing, reaching out with the force slightly. He didn�t have to probe far at all to catch the fading thought of the young senator of Naboo.
�Fine,� Obi-Wan said coldly, raising to his feet.
Anakin watched him a moment before fastening his pants. He reached for Obi-Wan�s bare arm, noticing the older man was no longer hard with a bit of disappointment. But he didn�t seem aware that he�d spoken the woman�s name. That or he was confident that it had gone unheard.
�Master?�
Obi-Wan blinked, considering what to say, what he could say.
But long before anything could come to mind there was a banging on the door. Whoever it was apparently thought door chimes were too time consuming. By the fourth heavy pound against the durasteel a female voice joined in. One with the slightest hint of a twi�lek accent.
�Let�s go General. Battle stations!� There was also a hint of excitement in her voice.
Obi-Wan and Anakin looked at one another briefly, moving to gather their robes as the sound of emergency klaxons became audible.
�Well,� Obi-Wan said hesitantly, �you heard the woman.�
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