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Title: Destiny
Author: Dreamiflame
Rating: R
Pairing: Obi/Ani Obi/Ani/Padme
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. They all belong to the god of the Star Wars universe, George Lucas.
Warning: Much silliness and some naughty language. Also, both slash and het are implied.
Author's Note: This was inspired by a challenge on livejournal. I just took it and ran.

"Fuck me Obi-wan Kenobi, you're my only hope!" Padme flung herself at the startled Jedi.

"My Lady?" Obi-wan struggled to understand and keep Padme from stripping all of his clothes off. It wasn't very easy, as the Senator had slim, tricky fingers, and his clothing had apparently turned into sugar and was melting off of him. He finally managed to catch Padme's hands and stop her. "My Lady, what are you doing?"

"I can't take it anymore! You're always here, always so polite and so gorgeous! I have to have you now!" Padme writhed against him, further destroying his self control. Obi-wan fought to keep his wits around him.

"But what about Anakin?"

"What about me?" Anakin's arms were warm and bare as they wrapped around Obi-wan's chest and slid his pants down. The older Jedi let go of Padme's arms in shock and stepped out of the trousers before he realised what he was doing.

"Anakin?! My Lady! What are you two doing?" Obi-wan broke away from Anakin and turned to face him, only to be confronted by his Padawan's lithe naked body. He backed away from the two youngsters and hit the wall, feeling himself trapped. "What is going on?!"

Anakin pressed him into the wall, shutting him up with a kiss. "We want you, Master. Both of us. We want you to fuck us." He curled his hand around Obi-wan's cock and Obi-wan gasped into Padme's mouth as she stood on tip-toe and kissed him. "Say yes."

Obi-wan shuddered in Anakin's grasp and wrapped his arms around the two of them. "Yes," he gasped, then it all dissolved and Obi-wan woke up, twisted in his sheets.

"Oh thank the Force. It was only a dream."

Anakin knocked lightly on his door then slid inside. "Are you alright, Master? You were thrashing like you were having a nightmare."

Obi-wan tugged at his sheets, trying to untangle himself from them. "I'm all right, Anakin. Did you need something?"

Anakin nodded and moved to kneel next to the bed. "Yes, Master. I have a request."

"What is your request?" Obi-wan asked in concern, forgetting about his sheets.

Anakin took Obi-wan's hand and looked deep into his eyes. "Fuck me, Obi-wan Kenobi, you're my only hope."

Obi-wan blinked in shock, then found himself flat on his back with a very eager young Padawan straddling him and trying his best to seduce him. With a sigh, Obi-wan gave in and went along for the ride.

The End

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