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Fevered Dreams	By : FeministFashionista Category: Star Wars (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5365 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars or any of its characters. It all belongs to George Lucas. I do not make any money from writing this either. If only, right?

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Hello, everyone! Though I've been writing for years, this is my first post to the site. It figures that my first fanfiction would be of my darling OTP, Obi/Ani. And of course it's perverted and sappy. Anyway, hope you enjoy.
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Anakin had never felt as helpless as right now. He’d never experienced such intense pleasure either. His ass was stretched to the point that Anakin couldn’t even distinguish between the pain and pleasure, and with every touch to that blessed spot inside of him came an unbridled scream of passion.
“You love this, don’t you?” Obi-Wan breathed. “You little whore.”
“Yes, Master!” Anakin cried out.
“Say it. Tell me what you are,” Obi-Wan said, pinching Anakin’s nipples hard.
“I’m your little whore!” Anakin screamed.
He tried to move his hands, but it was no use. His master was restraining him with the Force. Anakin almost wanted to sob as another painful throb of arousal assaulted his neglected member. The neglected, purple-headed cock pressed rigidly against Anakin’s stomach, smearing copious amounts of precum on his tanned skin. Anakin thought he was going to die if something didn’t happen soon.
“You want to get off, don’t you, slut?” Obi-Wan growled, burying himself deep inside Anakin and staying there.
“Yes!” Anakin shouted, arching his back and moaning at the prolonged contact to his sweet spot and the frustration of Obi-Wan staying still inside of him.
“Who do you love?” Obi-Wan asked, stroking Anakin’s cheek.
Anakin bit his lip, torn between his pride and his dick.
“Seems as though you don’t want to after all,” Obi-Wan said patronizingly.
“I love you, Obi-Wan!” Anakin shouted.
Their eyes met, and Obi-Wan smiled. Anakin was shaking with anticipation.
“Good boy, Ani,” Obi-Wan said, reaching down and grabbing Anakin’s...
“Oh, Mast – Ow!”
Anakin opened his eyes to find himself on his bedroom floor, staring at the ceiling. It looked like he’d tossed and turned so much he fell right out of bed. Anakin lowered his gaze and, from the way his body was hanging off the bed, he had his erection right in his face.
Damn it, this always happened. Anakin would always wake up during these dreams before he could orgasm.
“Stupid Obi-Wan,” Anakin muttered. “Even in my dreams he gets me like this and then does nothing about it.”
It wasn’t as though Obi-Wan really knew, but it was beginning to grow more and more infuriating for Anakin, especially with the way his dreams always played out. It didn’t help that in those dreams Anakin was always the one getting fucked. He did not get fucked, he did the fucking. But damn it, he wanted his master’s cock so bad he didn’t care where the man put it in him.
Anakin got back on his bed and positioned himself on his knees and elbows, with his ass sticking up in the air. As Anakin began stroking his aching arousal, he put two of his fingers in his mouth to lube them up with his spit. The fingers stayed there longer than necessary, and Anakin began finger-fucking his mouth, wishing for something bigger to suck on.
He remembered one night when he walked in on his master getting out of the shower. Anakin couldn’t stop staring at Obi-Wan, who was much fitter than his clothing let on. When Anakin’s gaze fell on the older man’s cock, he had to resist the sudden urge to get on his knees and beg his master to let him suck it. Anakin had never been more turned on in his life, and, despite how badly it might have turned out, he still kicked himself for leaving the room rather than taking a shot and offering Obi-Wan a blowjob.
When he realized where his thoughts were headed, Anakin finally removed the fingers from his mouth, and, mildly disgusted with himself for taking this course of action, he roughly shoved them inside himself. He began searching blindly for that spot until finally he found it, and Anakin screamed before he could stifle himself. Biting his lip to remain silent, Anakin kept hitting that spot inside of him as he thrust his fingers in and out. Two fingers weren’t enough, though, and he added a third one, revelling in the slight discomfort of being stretched further. He tightened the grip he had on his cock, pumping faster.
He was so close, and, damn it, that sexy bastard Obi-Wan was still in his thoughts. Anakin tried to block out those thoughts, think of any other man but his master. It was no use, though. Even if just a fantasy, only Obi-Wan could give him what he needed.
And when Anakin finally allowed himself to imagine Obi-Wan fucking him, he came so hard his balls hurt. Anakin couldn’t hold in the scream that tore from his throat, and he collapsed limply onto the bed, breathing heavy and mind pleasantly numb.
Anakin’s high didn’t last long, though. Soon reality returned to him, filling him with that horrible truth. Suddenly the room felt very cold to Anakin, and he reached for the covers, wrapping them around himself. He couldn’t help the thought that he wished it were Obi-Wan keeping him warm.
If it were just lust, then Anakin could deal with it, if he just wanted to have sex with Obi-Wan. This love, though, was tearing him apart. It was not as though he didn’t try to rid himself of his feelings. He thought meditation and releasing his feelings into the Force could help him. There was no cure for his love-sick heart, though.
Tears stung at Anakin’s eyes. He allowed them to fall as he thought of Obi-Wan, of his master’s beauty and wisdom, his strength and his gentle nature, and about how much he owed to Obi-Wan. As much trouble as Anakin had showing it, he loved Obi-Wan deeply and was grateful to have him as his master. If not for Obi-Wan, Anakin would be nothing.
Anakin heard the door open, and he sat up and looked to find Obi-Wan standing there in the doorway. Dread filled Anakin as Obi-Wan walked towards him.
“Anakin, are you alright?” Obi-Wan asked.
“Yes, Master,” Anakin answered. “I’m fine. I just...”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said with that tone of his, sitting down at the edge of the bed. He leaned in dangerously close and Anakin felt himself grow warm. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I had a nightmare,” said Anakin. “It’s okay.”
“Well now I feel insulted,” Obi-Wan said jokingly.
“What?” Anakin asked.
“I know, Anakin,” said Obi-Wan. “. You may not have realized it, but your mind was unprotected. And I heard you as well.”
“I... I...” Anakin couldn’t think of anything to say. What could he possibly say?
Obi-Wan reached up and wiped tears away from Anakin’s face. He asked, “Why are you crying, padawan?”
Anakin said nothing.
“Anakin, have you been crying for me?” Obi-Wan asked.
“I’m sorry, Master,” Anakin said, feeling more tears well up in his eyes. He tore his gaze away from Obi-Wan’s in shame.
To his shock, he felt Obi-Wan wrap his arms around him, and Obi-Wan whispered in his ear, “Don’t cry, Anakin. I’m so sorry if my silence has caused you pain. I never could have imagined before tonight that you would ever love me in return.”
Anakin looked up at Obi-Wan with wide, wet eyes. Confusion was written all over his face. Did Obi-Wan mean that he...?
Obi-Wan placed a chaste kiss to Anakin’s lips.
“I love you, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. “My beautiful padawan.”
“Master...” Anakin was at a loss for words, and so he kissed Obi-Wan. As he pulled back, new tears were forming in his eyes, but Anakin let Obi-Wan know that they were not caused by sadness. “I love you so much, Obi-Wan.” Anakin buried himself in his master’s embrace, not caring that he was naked and crying, because he finally had what he always wanted. Obi-Wan’s love.
“Please stay with me,” Anakin begged.
“Always,” said Obi-Wan, stroking Anakin’s hair affectionately.
They lay together in each other’s arms, whispering words of affection and sharing kisses. There was so much more that needed to be said, but they already understood. They knew the risks they were taking by being together.
Those around them would never understand. Anakin and Obi-Wan would have to hide their love. That did not matter because, though kept in secret, their love was real and it would prevail over the obstacles that stood in their way.
Tomorrow they could discuss the struggles they would endure, but such things had no place here and now. Tonight there was only room for love.
To Obi-Wan’s relief, Anakin’s tears quickly ceased, and the boy fell asleep with a smile on his face. Obi-Wan fell asleep soon after, gazing upon his beloved.
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