Rating: NC-17 (big surprise)
Category: Slash, PWP, BDSM, kink
Summary: "You will learn your place, young one!" After their disagreement in Padme's apartment, Obi-Wan teaches Anakin his place.
Disclaimer: Obi-Wan and Anakin belong to George, but they would have much more fun if they belonged to me. Anyway, aside from the memorablia and toys, nothing Star Wars belongs to me. It all belongs to George Lucas, along with the dialogue from the first part of this fic. Please, please don't sue me George. And the title is from the Depeche Mode song of the same name.
Warning: This story contains bondage, S&M, and slash. If you are easily offended, please stop reading here. I'm not kidding. You have been warned!
*Thanks to Jedi Rita who tracked down the dialogue from the movie for me. Like I told you, this one is your fault. ;)
"We're here to protect you, Senator, not to start an investigation," Obi-Wan emphasized. He sat across from the beautiful young Senator, but his thoughts were not entirely focused on the current discussion. There were too many emotions stirring the air.
The Senator was clearly distressed, as was his Padawan, and he felt the young man's anxiety and excitement through their bond. During this meeting, Anakin had hardly been the picture of Jedi calm and confidence that he taught him to be over the years. He was agitated, fidgety; he held his robe in clenched fists, slouching, barely able to control his movement or emotions.
"We will find out who's trying to kill you, Padme. I promise you," Anakin said, the moment Obi-Wan had finished speaking.
"We will not exceed our mandate, my young Padawan learner!" Obi-Wan felt it important to emphasize those last words; the boy was going too far, overstepping his bounds in a way that needed to be addressed immediately.
"I meant it in the interest of protecting her, Master, of course," Anakin attempted to cover his indiscretion, but knew his Master could see past the words.
"We are not going through this exercise again, Anakin. And you will pay attention to my lead."
Anakin recognized his Master's tone as one that meant the discussion was over, but his interest wasn't in Obi-Wan's by-the-book philosophy. He had other concerns.
"Why?" Anakin asked insolently.
"What?" Obi-Wan was shocked at the defiance.
"Why else do you think we were assigned, if not to find the killer? Protection is a job for local security, not Jedi. It's overkill, Master. Investigation is implied in our mandate." Anakin made his point quickly, so as not to let Obi-Wan have a chance to interrupt. At the moment, his last concern was obedience to his Master.
But that was his mistake. Obedience was always expected of him, and now it was being demanded of him.
"We will do exactly as the Council has instructed. And you will learn your place, young one." Obi-Wan's tone was firm and undeniable, and it sent a little thrill though Anakin. Regretfully, he backed down as was expected of him.
Coruscant's sun had set, and the Senator slept peacefully in her room when Obi-Wan returned.
"Captain Typho has plenty of guards stationed downstairs. No assassin would try that way," Obi-Wan said as he removed his cloak and approached Anakin.
They stood just an arm's length away from each other for a long moment, a palpable tension sizzling between them. Obi-Wan reached out and closed the distance, crushing Anakin's mouth to his in a demanding kiss that left the younger man stunned.
He released Anakin, and looked at him, his cool, blue-green eyes suspicious and unflinching. "What have you been doing, Padawan?"
"I...how...I...um well, the Senator was having trouble sleeping, and ...um...uh it was an order," Anakin stuttered.
"You will take orders from her, but not from me?" Obi-Wan's eyes had turned positively icy as he licked his lips. "I can taste her all over you, Anakin."
Anakin blushed a deep red, his eyes downcast. "Forgive me, Master. I was just trying to help her relax, so she could sleep."
Obi-Wan slowly circled his apprentice, stripping him bare with the intensity of his gaze. "There's more, isn't there? Tell me."
"Yes," the answer was barely a whisper. "Dorme, too, Master."
Obi-Wan stopped behind Anakin and let out a sigh that ruffled the short spiky hair at the back of his Padawan's neck. A shiver ran through Anakin, dancing over his skin, and going straight to his groin.
"Did you let them touch you, Anakin?" Obi-Wan's demeanor was cool and unruffled, but his tone was full of heat.
"No, Master," Anakin replied. He wanted to defend himself further, but knew exactly what was expected from him.
"Did they offer?"
"Yes, Master, the Senator wanted to touch me, but I resisted her advances." The heat was rising in Anakin's body, both from the memory of Padme writhing in ecstasy and from the tone of Obi-Wan's voice.
"But still, you followed her orders and ignored mine. I hope you realize that defiance like this cannot be allowed to go unpunished." The words were deep and husky, and Obi-Wan found he could barely control himself as he said them.
"Yes, Master, I am aware of that," Anakin replied.
"Still defiant, Padawan?" Obi-Wan wanted him to fight.
"No, Master. As you said, I must be taught my place." A sly smile crept over Anakin's lips. He loved pushing Obi-Wan like this, just to see how far he would go.
Obi-Wan's hands moved slowly over the back of Anakin's neck, kneading the tight muscles until Anakin moaned. He turned his Padawan around and kissed him roughly again. When he released him, he was shaking and flushed. "Don't worry, Padawan, you will know your place when I have finished with you," Obi-Wan growled. "Now, strip."
Anakin was still in shock partially from the kiss and partially from Obi-Wan's order. They were in Senator Amidala's living room. She could wake up at any moment. He couldn't believe that his Master would do this while they were on duty.
"And still you do not follow my orders," Obi-Wan said, shaking his head.
Anakin glanced down and removed his belt, knowing better than to defy his Master any further. He slowly stripped out of his tunics, folding them neatly, and laying them on the couch, then he went to work on his boots. He stopped after he took them off, reluctant to go any further.
"You seem to have forgotten something, Padawan," Obi-Wan said from his seat on the couch. He was leaning back watching the young man strip, appreciating the elegant lines of his apprentice's body as they were revealed to him. "I believe I ordered you to strip," he said, finally, putting the weight of the Force behind his words.
Anakin did as he was instructed, slowly slipping out of his trousers. He stood naked before Obi-Wan, and despite his nervousness at their surroundings, he enjoyed the older man's eyes upon him. He could feel how desperately his Master wanted him, how crazy he drove him. The power of it was incredible, and it flowed through him, exciting him unlike anything else.
Obi-Wan rose and walked around the beautiful figure, running his hand lightly over the golden skin. "Are you sure you did not allow her to touch you? You are quite irresistible, my Padawan."
"No, Master. Only you are allowed to touch me," Anakin said with that mischievous smile playing across his full lips. He felt the heat rising off of Obi-Wan; the man's desire was overwhelming.
Obi-Wan stopped in front of him, and looked deep into his eyes. "Your hands," he ordered. This was the moment in which Anakin could refuse. If he wanted the game to stop, he could simply tell him, and it would be over. He gave him a long moment to decide, but Anakin offered his hands up willingly, reflecting his Master's desire in his own eyes.
Anakin's sash floated into Obi-Wan's hands, and he used it to bind his Padawan's wrists in front of him then attached the bonds to the arm rest of the couch, leaving Anakin bent over, facing Padme's bedroom door.
"You look so beautiful like this, my Anakin," Obi-Wan whispered. He kissed Anakin's ear, slipping his tongue inside it for a moment.
Anakin let out a deep moan that sounded like, "Master."
"Shh, you wouldn't want the Senator to wake up and see you like this, would you?"
"No, Master," he replied. Part of him thrilled at the thought of Padme catching him like this, but then it would get back to the Council, and that was the last thing they needed.
"You must hold your tongue, Padawan. That was a lesson you could have benefited from earlier today, both with me, and with the Senator, but you will learn that lesson well tonight." He planted a hard slap on the firm curve of Anakin's buttocks, muffling the sound with the Force. Anakin let out a sharp, shuddering hiss, but refrained from crying out.
Another slap, and Anakin found himself growing harder. Obi-Wan stood behind him, alternating between gently caressing his burning skin and delivering another stinging blow with his callused hand. After a few minutes, Obi-Wan leaned over, kissing Anakin's back. "So, have you learned anything about your behavior of earlier today, Padawan?"
"I still believe that my opinion was correct, Master," Anakin replied. It was not the answer Obi-Wan wanted to hear, but he knew that lying to his Master was an even greater infraction.
"You still have much to learn, my young apprentice," Obi-Wan sighed as he drew a long wet kiss down the center of Anakin's back. He called the boy's belt to his hand and drew it across the warm pink skin of his backside.
Anakin had to fight not to cry out. It hurt, but it drove him absolutely crazy. He was achingly hard and in desperate need of his Master's touch. His heart was pounding, and the blood raced through him, intensifying the sting of the belt and the burning need of his body. He wanted more, and he bucked against his bonds trying to get closer to the source of his pleasure and pain.
Obi-Wan continued his onslaught, using feathery touches to tease the rising welts he created. He stopped when he felt Anakin nearly sobbing with need. "Anakin?" he asked, concerned.
"Forgive me, Master. I have learned my lesson. It was not my place to disagree with you in front of the others. I was rude and insolent." Anakin was surprised that he could even form words through the desire that racked his body, but he understood his mistake.
Obi-Wan smiled against the hot skin beneath his lips. He traced his tongue over one of the long red marks, eliciting a shivering groan from his Padawan. "I love you, Padawan," he whispered, forgiveness and desire wrapped up in the simple expression.
"Please, I need you, Master," Anakin sobbed.
Obi-Wan released his apprentice's hands, and the young man dropped to the floor. He nuzzled against Obi-Wan's legs, his hands searching for the fastenings of his Master's leggings. He backed Obi-Wan into the other couch, forcing him to sit down. He crawled into the older man's lap and kissed him feverishly, then slid down to free the throbbing erection in his Master's pants.
He took Obi-Wan into his mouth, his tongue working furiously, driving him wild. Obi-Wan hands twined in Anakin's spiky hair, pushing himself deeper into the warm, wet velvet surrounding him. He was nearing the brink, but pulled back, lifting Anakin up to kiss him.
He turned Anakin around and entered him slowly. They both nearly cried out at the sensation, but stopped, remembering how close they were to being discovered, and that made it all the more exciting. Anakin held tightly to the arm of the couch as Obi-Wan moved inside him, and his Master's warm hand crept around and began to stroke him. In a matter of moments, they were both drowning in ecstasy, their bodies slapping together, shaking in their release, and they clung to each other as the pleasure subsided.
Anakin kissed Obi-Wan softly as he rose from the couch to dress. "Master, I truly am sorry about being so disrespectful earlier."
Obi-Wan drew him down into another kiss. "I love you, Padawan, and I don't mind if you disagree with me, just remember to wait until we can discuss it in private before you express your opinion." He ran his hand down Anakin's chest, smiling wantonly. "Now, on the other matter, next time you receive orders from the Senator, please wait for me so that we can carry them out together. After all, we were assigned to serve her as a team."
"Yes, Master," Anakin said as he began to dress, a ridiculous grin on his handsome face. Maybe differing to his Master wasn't so bad after all.
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