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Title: Sand
Author: SaraC
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Obi/Ani (slash)
Spoilers/Setting: Just pre-AOTC
Archive: The usual places that host me, others just ask
Summary: Anakin asks for help overcoming his dislike of sand
Disclaimer: All characters belong to George Lucas
Notes: This one is for SomeJediGirl because she needed smut and since I'm vacationing in the Outer Banks this week, sand had to be included! (Which incidentally means you will see an appearance of the 'it's coarse and rough, not soft and smooth' Anakin dialogue from AOTC!)

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"I hate sand."

Obi-Wan smiled as he turned to his apprentice, noting the tall young man was squeezing a fistful of the coarse grains as he muttered. The elder Jedi knew this barren world was not to Anakin's liking. It brought to mind too many memories of Tatooine, memories it was best his apprentice try to forget.

"I do not want to forget those memories Master," Anakin replied suddenly, sensing what his master was thinking. "Well, some of them, yes, I would be happy never to think of again, but not my mother," he trailed off wistfully, his eyes looking towards the sky.

Obi-Wan simply nodded in reply, unable to fault Anakin for missing his mother. He had come into the Order at a difficult age, with a past he was capable of remembering, unlike so many other Padawans. He thought wistfully for a moment of his own parents, unable now to even picture them in his mind. He wondered what it must be like to have known your parents and then been separated from them.

"It's a horrible feeling Master. It rips your heart out, and tugs at your sanity at times," his padawan again replied to his thought. Frowning, he turned to face Anakin, but was unable to deliver his rebuke at entering minds unannounced… the expression on his apprentice's face was so sad and tortured it tugged at his own heart.

"I'm sorry," he managed instead, reaching over to pull Anakin into his arms, hugging his padawan tightly, sending reassuring currents of love and affection through the Force to ease the troubled mind. He smiled as he felt Anakin's arms tighten around his waist, the young man's body leaning tiredly against his as he tried to free his feelings to the Force.

"I don't mean to think about her, but the sand, it brings back memories," Anakin began, his voice slightly muffled where his head rested against Obi-Wan's neck. "Not to mention it's rough, and coarse, and it gets everywhere," he continued morosely as Obi-Wan's hands began to stroke soothingly up and down his back.

"I am sorry it brings back memories you would rather forget, but you must try to push them aside," Obi-Wan replied in a soothing voice, hoping his tone and the slow, steady strokes of his hands would keep Anakin relaxed. "We are here to check this planet's military capability and assess if it is a threat to the Republic. To do that, I will need your full attention and help, are you sure you can give that?" he finished quietly as the spiky dark blonde head pulled back far enough to gaze into his eyes.

"I will do what I can Master, I will try to forget, but it is not easy," he whispered, the fierce agony and sadness vividly apparent in his eyes.

Obi-Wan smiled, sensing his apprentice meant the words.

"I know it will not be easy, but I will help," he began, seeing those beautiful eyes look questioningly into his. "You must focus on something else, be it this mission, or your Trials, but you must keep your mind off the sand, and what it reminds you of," he finished quietly.

He swallowed hard at the look that suddenly appeared in his apprentice's eyes.

"Help me forget Master, please," he whispered, leaning up and capturing Obi-Wan's lips in a frantic, needy kiss.

Obi-Wan gasped, his arms tightening around Anakin as he instinctively opened to allow his padawan's seeking tongue access to his mouth. He lost himself for a moment in the sensation of those firm, strong lips underneath his. Locking his arms around Anakin's neck, his tongue reached to duel with the other man's, breath coming in harsh, fast pants when they managed to draw back for air.

Obi-Wan was torn, knowing now was not the place, nor the time. But he couldn't deny how much he'd missed the sensation of Anakin's kiss and the sinfully delicious way the young man embracing him could make him feel. Still, they were on a mission and duties must be performed.

"Anakin, now is not the time," he tried only to be cut off by another kiss.

"Master, you are soft and smooth, nothing like the coarse sand, please, help me forget, I need you to help me forget," Anakin pleaded again when he finally pulled back to gasp in a breath of air.

Obi-Wan was not sure how to reply, knowing his mind and body were of two different opinions. Anakin's small groan as he leaned in to nip at his neck suddenly settled the matter.

Without stopping to think, Obi-Wan pulled Anakin's padawan braid sharply, bringing the young man's lips back to his. It was a deep, hard kiss, tongues tangling as hands pressed bodies closer together. Obi-Wan moaned as he felt Anakin's fingers part his tunics, gasping as those heated digits began to weave a path over his chest, stopping only to pluck at the small male nipples, now hard and sensitive to the slightest touch.

"Anakin," he groaned, reaching to clasp his apprentice's head between his hands, drawing his mouth to his chest. He moaned thankfully as he felt Anakin's warm lips close over the hard bud of flesh. He cried out then as his padawan nipped his skin, then swiped his tongue over it to ease the slight pain. The smell that was uniquely Anakin permeated the air around him and he clutched the firm, toned body tighter to him, using mental and vocal words to encourage his apprentice.

Anakin, for a change, responded immediately.

Obi-Wan gasped as he felt Anakin's free hand slide inside his trousers and without further ado, cup his heated flesh in a grip that had him crying out again. He bit his lip to stifle his cries as he felt the hand begin to move, using the long, slow strokes that never failed to drive him crazy. Panting, hands still holding Anakin's head to his chest, Obi-Wan began to arch into the tight circle his padawan had created around his burning staff. The sensation of thrusting against the calloused skin was unlike any he'd ever known.

"You like that Master? You like the feel of my hand on you?"

Obi-Wan could only nod and moan incoherently as felt Anakin smile against his chest. He gasped loudly as those lips deliberately moved down his chest and over his stomach, his tongue dipping quickly in and out of his navel.

"Anakin!" His hoarse cry only seemed to spur his padawan on, as those heated lips moved lower. When they reached the waistband of his trousers, he reached to help Anakin push them down to his ankles, the material catching on his boots. But before he could even try to kick them off, Anakin's lips had zeroed in on their target.

Obi-Wan couldn't stop the shout that emerged from deep in his throat as Anakin's lips closed around him. His apprentice's lips formed a tight suction on the flesh as he used his tongue to torment the tip of his erection. The feeling nearly cost him his control and he almost came right there.

But Anakin was having none of it as he quickly pulled back, ignoring the harsh moan of denial that emerged from his master's lips as he reached to cup the base of Obi-Wan's straining flesh.

"Not yet Master."

The words only served to inflame his already overheated body. With a hiss of indrawn breath, he forced himself to calm, using everything in the Force around him to curb his immediate response.

The calm was shattered as Anakin's lips suddenly closed around him again. He cried out as his padawan took him deep into his throat, the muscles squeezing tightly around his hardness as Anakin's tongue continued to sweep across the taunt skin. He was unable to do more than rest his hands on his apprentice's shoulders, thrusting his eager staff into the willing mouth, uncaring that they were in the middle of a desert on a strange planet, where anyone could come upon them.

He needed Anakin.

Anakin needed him.

Neither would be denied.

With a sharp cry, he felt Anakin nip lightly at him as he seemed to inhale all of his flesh at once. The move sent him crashing over the edge, his release spurting over and over into his padawan's mouth. Anakin, to his credit, swallowed everything, and licked his lips when it was done.

Without a word, when he finally could get enough strength back to move his arms, Obi-Wan reached for his apprentice, pulling him almost desperately up his body and crushing his lips against his.

He licked the taste of himself off Anakin's lips, reveling in the way Anakin returned the kiss, hard and deep, his own fully clothed body rubbing against the again hardening flesh of his desire. His mind was still floating from his incredible climax, but he needed to make Anakin feel the same.

After all, the boy did seem distracted from his earlier thoughts.

Without breaking their liplock, Obi-Wan slid one hand down Anakin's chest, sliding inside the leather over tunic and reaching to lightly pinch the hardened nipples that rose to his touch.

"Master, please!" Anakin whimpered as he dragged his lips from Obi-Wan's in a desperate attempt to get a much needed breath.

Obi-Wan smiled as he allowed his hands to part the tunics, and latched his mouth onto a nipple. He lightly stroked the straining flesh with his tongue, then nipped carefully at the nubbin. Anakin's howl of delight sent a fresh bolt of desire slamming through him. Pressing his now throbbing desire against his padawan's, Obi-Wan began to rub against Anakin's desire, enjoying the rapid moans and pants the action was causing to the young man shuddering in his arms.

"Please Master, I need," he began, only to stop on a gasp as Obi-Wan anticipated his request. With a small smile, he reached to cup Anakin's hardness through the soft cloth of his trousers. Anakin let out a whimper as Obi-Wan pressed the palm of his hand against the burning flesh, his own desire aching again for release. But this time was Anakin's.

Moving quickly, Obi-Wan managed to divest Anakin of his trousers, again, letting them fall to his feet, but over his boots. He had a quick image of what the two of them must look like, heatedly embracing with pants around their ankles in the middle of a desert. The image sent a shudder of desire through him as he slid his lips lower, making sure to lick and nip at all the sensitive places he'd learned his padawan had.

Feeling the intense desire building in Anakin, he knew it was time to relieve it. With a small smile, he cupped the base of Anakin's staff in his hand and closed his lips around the turgid flesh. Anakin's hoarse cry alerted him that his padawan was more than ready. With a quick motion, Obi-Wan slid his lips down the shaft until they met the heated skin of his palm. Using a combination of sucking and stroking motions, he milked his padawan's desire, feeling the burning flesh harden even more. Anakin's thrusts also grew harder and more forceful, but he had anticipated that.

Obi-Wan sensed his apprentice nearing the precipice and with one hard, long stroke, removed his hand, letting his mouth sink down completely over Anakin's staff, closing his throat muscles around the flesh ferociously.

Anakin screamed his name as release hit, the hot jets streaming down Obi-Wan's throat, burning a path it seemed straight to his center. The feel of his padawan's hands clenched on his shoulders, the body shuddering against his, the soft whimpers emerging from deep in his throat sent a deep wave of satisfaction over his body.

When Anakin finally began to come back to the planet, Obi-Wan smiled and straightened his apprentice's trousers. Rising to his feet, he winced as he realized his desire was still painfully hard, aroused more so by the sight of a fully pleasured Anakin staring back at him with dazed eyes. Struggling to calm himself, he called on the Force to relax his over stimulated body as he reached to pull his trousers back up.

He gasped as he suddenly felt Anakin's hands grab onto his bare waist.

"Let me, Master, please," he whispered, pulling his lower body against his so that Obi-Wan's hardness was pressing against his clothed thigh.

"Anakin," he began, only to stop on a hiss of breath as Anakin arched against him. He was lost then as he felt Anakin begin to rub against his desire, his own semi hard again through the material as well. He gasped as he suddenly felt Anakin's teeth latch onto his neck, as his thrusts increased at a rapid pace.

Obi-Wan cried out as he again reached the peak, sensing Anakin's renewed desire as well.

"Anakin, now!" he cried as his apprentice threw back his head and groaned. Obi-Wan shuddered as he exploded against Anakin's hips, feeling the stickiness of his release splashing onto his stomach, joined immediately by the heated wetness of Anakin's own climax inside his trousers.

The two shuddered in each other's arms as they rode the waves of their climaxes, neither wanting to let the other go. Without realizing it, Obi-Wan pulled Anakin down into the sand with him, unable to remain standing since his bones had turned to jelly.

When they finally regained enough coherence to speak, Obi-Wan turned and smiled at his apprentice, who was looking decidedly like the cat that ate the canary. He felt his heart leap at the love and affection that shone in Anakin's eyes.

"Thank you Master," came the heartfelt reply as Anakin reached to grasp Obi-Wan's hand. Obi-Wan laced their fingers together as he smiled at the fast drooping eyelids of his padawan.

"You are welcome Anakin," he replied, shifting to his side to more carefully watch the beauty of his apprentice as he fell into sleep. He winced as he felt the sand sticking to his sweaty flesh, the coarse roughness of it providing no little discomfort.

"See, I told you Master, it's rough and coarse," came the mumbled reply before Anakin dropped into sleep.

Obi-Wan couldn't help but smile at the words, reaching for his cloak and trying to brush the sand from his back. But the lethargy claiming him would not be denied much longer. With a small sigh of resignation, he spread out his cloak and with a quick touch of the Force, lifted Anakin's half naked body gently onto the material. After making sure his padawan was decent, he quickly pulled up his trousers and tried to look as presentable as possible.

He took a long look around the desert surrounding them as the sun slowly sank below the horizon. Well, they weren't going to get anywhere else tonight, and they were expected tomorrow at the Prime Minster's house. What did they have to lose? Calling a quick shield of the Force, Obi-Wan slid down next to his padawan, spooning the warm body against his. The shield would at least protect and hide them from prying eyes for the night. Feeling safer and more complete than he had in a long time, Obi-Wan finally drifted off to sleep, Anakin's body clasped tightly in his arms.

The End

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