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Title: A Time Honored Tradition
Author: Khylea
Rating: NC-17, and I am NOT joking about that rating, people. :)
Characters: Obi-Wan and Anakin, slash, PWP
Time line: Anakin is about 16, so about 4 years before AOTC.
Feedback: Sure, feel free to drop me a line and tell me how perverted I am.
Archive: If anyone is REALLY perverted enough to want this crap, go for it. Just drop me a line to let me know where it's going please.
Disclaimer: I do not own Obi-Wan or Anakin, The Great Flanneled One, aka George Lucas, does. And if he found out what I was doing with his characters, he'd probably skin me alive. I am making no money off this, but I promise to buy the AOTC DVD when it comes out, so no suing, okay? :)
Warnings: Okay, here it is. We're talking about a thirty year old man having sex with a sixteen year old boy, in case the "time line" section didn't give it away. I am forewarning you, so anyone who disregards the warning, reads it anyway, and then flames me about how perverted I am gets held down and given a wedgie and then a really bad haircut.
Summary: Plot? We don't need no stinkin' plots! It's a PWP (Porn Without Plot, for those of you not familiar with the abbreviations) for goodness sakes. What kind of summary do you need? Obi-Wan and Anakin have sex, okay? There's your summary.
Thanks go to Silver Alaska for beta reading, some suggestions on how to make it less "squicky" and for encouraging me to post it in the first place. I didn't think it was good enough to post, but she convinced me it was. So if you hate it, blame her, not me. :)
Author's Notes: Okay, I have NO idea where this sick and twisted story came from. I never write stuff like this. I knew I was a pervert, but I didn't know I was THIS much of a pervert. But I guess I could have made it worse. It is sex between two people who do care about each other very much, and it's consensual.....um.....pretty much. *evil grin* Again, you HAVE been warned......

Hands ..... hands everywhere. Touching, stroking. Bringing him right to the edge, then stopping, leaving him in agony. He tried the push the hands away to get some relief, or pull them closer, to get some relief, but he couldn't move. The hands touched him ever so gently, enough to torture him, not enough to allow him to finish.

Voices ..... soft voices. Soft, gentle voices, whispering in his ear. Voices laughing off in the distance. Voices closer, the warm breath stirring the short hairs at the back of his neck. The hands again, stroking his stomach, his chest, tracing the line of his lips, following his hairline. The voices again, whispering in his ear. "Anakin ...." A soft whisper, barely audible. "Anakin ....." The hands, gently stroking the hair over his right ear, twirling his Padawan braid around a fingertip. Lips on his lips, a tongue trailing around the rim, softly seeking entry.

The voice again. "Anakin ...." The lips becoming firmer, more insistent. He suddenly sucked in a breath and jolted himself awake as he realized the touch and the voice were real. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of his master lying next to him on the narrow bed. He tried to sit up, but was firmly pushed into the mattress by an unseen force.

"Master ...." Anakin gasped as Obi-Wan trailed a circle around each of his nipples with a long pointer finger.

"Shhhh." Obi-Wan gently touched his lips, silencing his apprentice.

"But Master, I ...."

"I said hush, Anakin. Just relax."

Anakin's eyes widened as that same force, or more correctly, The Force, pushed his hands up toward the head of the bed, holding him as effectively as any rope. "Master, I ...."

"Anakin, are you going to hush, or do I have to make you hush?" He Force-lifted Anakin's discarded sash and locked eyes with his Padawan, laying the sash against Anakin's lips. Anakin shook his head quickly, and Obi-Wan smiled, pulling the sash away. "Good," he whispered, leaning closer to gently brush his lips against Anakin's. "Because I can think of other things I'd rather do with these lips than cover them."

He rose to his knees and softly kissed the point of Anakin's chin. Anakin's eyes widened further, and Obi-Wan could sense a hint of fear mingled with confusion and uncertainty. Gently stroking his apprentice's braid, he smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, my young apprentice. It's a time honored tradition."

"It...it is?" Anakin was still slightly breathless, both from his master's actions, and from his words.

"Of course. Just because Jedi aren't allowed attachments doesn't mean we're expected to remain celibate." As he spoke, he slid his hand under the blanket and stroked the soft skin of Anakin's stomach.

"But...." Anakin was having a more and more difficult time speaking as Obi-Wan followed the line of each rib with his fingertips. "...this...I mean...."

"Why not?" Obi-Wan slid his hand lower and found his apprentice's manhood, still firm, but softened slightly from the hard erection he'd had during his dream. He ran his fingers up the underside, and Anakin jerked, biting his lip to keep from moaning. "Don't you like it?"

"I....I....it's allowed?"

"Of course. A Padawan learns many things from his master, Anakin. Diplomacy, Force control...." He gently gripped Anakin's shaft. "...and of course, how to properly use his lightsaber." He slid his hand up and down Anakin's rapidly hardening shaft and couldn't help but grin at the whimper that escaped his apprentice's lips.

"Did...did you....." Anakin gasped, rapidly approaching the point where talking would be impossible.

"Of course. That's part of the responsibility of training a Padawan. I told you, it's a time honored tradition." Anakin was still tense, worried, and Obi-Wan softly kissed his lips again. "Now hush. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

Obi-Wan pulled back the blanket and straddled his apprentice, taking his head between his hands, stroking Anakin's jaw line with his thumbs. He pulled his night tunic over his head and dropped it on the floor next to the bed. Leaning closer, he kissed the cleft between Anakin's pectoral muscles and rubbed his own rapidly hardening manhood against Anakin's. Anakin gasped, his eyes dilating in pleasure, pulling against the invisible bonds holding his hands to the bedpost. Obi-Wan grinned, deliberately rubbing their bodies together again. If he wanted, Anakin could easily pull away from the restraints. He had used only the slightest amount of Force-restraint, and he knew Anakin knew it. The fact that he was choosing to remain under the control of his master showed Obi-Wan, more than any words he could utter, both how much he trusted Obi-Wan, and how much he wanted this too, protests or no protests.

Obi-Wan slid lower, trailing kisses down his apprentice's belly. Anakin moaned again, his hands clenching and unclenching convulsively at the waves of pleasure racking his body. Sex wasn't unknown to him; he had often pleasured himself when the urges got too strong, but that had been nothing like this. Those times had always been direct stimulation of his cock, firm, fast strokes designed to bring him to climax as quickly as possible so he could get on to other things he liked better, like sparring practice or piloting skills. Rather than enjoying the sexual feelings, he considered them an annoyance, something that got in the way of what he really wanted to do, train to become a Jedi.

But it wasn't like that this time. He found the more Obi-Wan touched him, the more he WANTED to be touched. Even seven years later, he hadn't forgotten what it felt like to have his mother wrap him in her arms when he was hurt or scared. And he missed it. Obi-Wan often touched him; a hand on the shoulder, a pat on the back, a ruffling of his hair, but it wasn't enough to make up for the loss of his mother. But this...this was wonderful, Anakin decided. He loved Obi-Wan as much as he could imagine he would have loved his real father, if he'd ever had one, and he craved the touch of someone he loved.

And Force, Obi-Wan knew exactly how to touch him. And where to touch him. That spot in front of his ear; the center of his chest; the hollow of his throat; the inside of his thighs; the soles of his feet; the backs of his knees. He couldn't help but gasp in pleasure as Obi-Wan Force-stroked each of those areas in turn, as his master's sensitive lips explored the soft skin of his stomach.

Obi-Wan changed position slightly and Anakin groaned as the coarse hair of his mater's beard brushed across his skin. Obi-Wan slid lower again and Force-spread Anakin's legs, trailing hot kisses up the insides of his apprentice's thighs. He held Anakin's legs apart as he licked the delicate skin of his scrotal sacs, and grinned again as Anakin groaned louder.

"Master! I.....oh blast!!!" Anakin's body spasmed in pleasure as Obi-Wan lifted his head, sliding his mouth down over his apprentice's now very hard erection. Obi-Wan gently held him down against the bed as he quickly slid his mouth up and down. He could tell Anakin was close. Not wanting to torture him further, he increased his pace while simultaneously Force-stroking every erogenous area on Anakin's body. Anakin's breath hitched in his throat several times as he tried to hold back from coming in his master's mouth, but when Obi-Wan reached down and fondled his balls, he lost all control, spasming uncontrollably as he came.

Obi-Wan continued his actions, licking and sucking and Force-stroking his apprentice until Anakin relaxed back into the mattress, breathing heavily. He slid up the bed and lay on his side, his arm across his Padawan's sweat-damp stomach, his face buried in Anakin's neck. He released Anakin's arms, and snuggled closer, whispering quiet soothing words in his ear as Anakin relaxed. He wrapped an arm around Obi-Wan's shoulder, closing his eyes and enjoying the touch.

For several minutes they lay together, the telepathic bond between them more open than it had ever been, the feelings of love they had for each other flying back and forth faster than an Anakin-piloted speeder. Finally Anakin raised his head, and looked down at his master, his eyes meeting the green-grey of the older man. He slid his hand up Obi-Wan's back, stroking the dark gold hair at his master's neck. Obi-Wan looked up at him, a slight smile lifting the corner of his mouth.

"I liked that lesson, Master." Anakin whispered, grinning mischievously.

"Good. Because there's a test on it later, my young apprentice." Anakin chuckled.

"Ummm. Does that mean I should do some further studying?" He asked with a grin, Force-stroking the front of Obi-Wan's sleep pants.

Obi-Wan gasped at the gentle touch. "It...it might not be a bad idea."

"Hmmmm." Anakin increased the pressure on Obi-Wan's body, his grin widening as his master shuddered. He gently pushed Obi-Wan onto his back and stroked the skin of his chest. He grew nervous at Obi-Wan's stare. He wanted nothing better than to make it as good for his master as Obi-Wan had for him, but was unsure what to do.

Obi-Wan sensed his apprentice's uneasiness and sent a rush of love and reassurance along their link. Anakin relaxed, but was still unsure as to what to do. He tentatively leaned closer and kissed Obi-Wan's lips, and was pleased when the older man returned the kiss. Obi-Wan felt the fear in his apprentice, and sending another rush of reassurance along their link, gently pushed Anakin's hand until it contacted his nipple. Anakin nodded, trailing his fingertips around the tanned skin of his master's chest, stroking and gently squeezing Obi-Wan's nipples.

He straddled his master's body, rubbing his muscular stomach against Obi-Wan's, and when his actions caused moans of pleasure, increasing the pressure. He stretched up, softly kissing the full lips, feeling the hair of his master's beard against his chin. He brought his hands up, cupping Obi-Wan's face in his palms, kissing cheeks, nose, forehead, and when his master turned his head, ear. He trailed his tongue around the rim of Obi-Wan's ear, his warm breath making his master shudder in pleasure. He had a sudden inspiration and sucked the earlobe into his mouth. Obi-Wan gasped at the sensation as his apprentice gently bit his earlobe. He buried his face in Obi-Wan's hair, loving the clean smell of soap and shampoo on his master's body.

"Anakin......" Obi-Wan moaned softly as his apprentice kissed his neck, burying his face in the dark gold beard hair. He jumped as he felt his pants being dragged off, but in spite of his shock, was proud of Anakin's control. His apprentice was quickly learning fine control of the Force, and he shivered, thinking about what ELSE Anakin was going to do with his emerging control.

He didn't have long to wonder as he felt phantom touches on his thighs, stroking and gently massaging the muscles. He met Anakin's eyes, and smiled at the look of concentration. "Relax, Anakin. You're trying too hard. Feel the Force."

Anakin smiled, suddenly realizing that even in their pleasure, his master was taking the opportunity to include a lesson in Force control. He slid lower and kissed Obi-Wan's chest, but quickly pulled away when his master chuckled. "Try doing both at once, Anakin. You won't always have the luxury of concentrating fully to use the Force."

Anakin nodded, closing his eyes and picturing Obi-Wan's naked body in his mind. Seeing the wisp of hair on his chest, the slim legs, the muscular chest, the long fingers. Picturing his hand gently caressing his master's body, he leaned closer and kissed Obi-Wan's chest again, sliding his mouth around the erect nipples.

"Much.....better, Anakin." Obi-Wan gasped, raising his hands to stroke the back of his apprentice's head. With a wicked grin, Anakin Force-pulled Obi-Wan's arms up toward the headboard, holding his master as he himself had been held only a short time before.

Obi-Wan pulled against the invisible bonds, but Anakin's control was better than he anticipated, and he was unable to pull himself loose. Not that he was really trying, and he knew Anakin would release him in an instant if he protested. But he didn't protest. And it was more fun to fight.

Anakin grinned that devilish smile and reached lower, fondling his master's hard manhood. "So how is the lesson going? Am I doing all right?"

"You're....more than.....all right....." Obi-Wan gasped as the gentle fingers of his apprentice stroked his erection. Anakin slid lower, trailing his tongue down the hard body underneath him, until Obi-Wan's shaft was against his cheek.

"Do you want me to, master?" He whispered, stroking Obi-Wan's thighs.

"Only....if you....want to, Anakin." He moaned, his breath beginning to come harder as the pleasure increased. He moaned louder as he felt soft lips cover the tip of his penis, and tried to push himself deeper into his apprentice's mouth. But Anakin held him firmly against the mattress, and took his time sliding his mouth down over the hard shaft of his master.

Anakin reached between the older man's legs and stroked the skin of his inner thighs, happiness flooding through him as Obi-Wan gasped in pleasure. He was slowly gaining confidence in his abilities, each success giving his kisses, his touches, more conviction, more intensity.

Obi-Wan whimpered as Anakin took him deep, fighting for control. He hadn't minded his apprentice coming in his mouth, but was afraid Anakin would find it gross if he did the same. But he found he was rapidly approaching the point where even Jedi discipline wasn't enough, the sensitive lips of his Padawan driving him nearly insane with pleasure. He tried to collect his thoughts enough to warn Anakin to pull away before he came, but was unable to speak.

Obi-Wan suddenly moaned loudly as Anakin concentrated one last time and stroked his master's entire body, all at once, and found himself coming hard, his hands grabbing the headboard and squeezing so hard his palms hurt. Anakin continued sucking the come out of Obi-Wan until the older man collapsed on the bed, his eyes clenched tightly shut as he gasped for breath. He crawled up the bed and lay on his side next to Obi-Wan, holding his master as his master had held him.

For a long time they lay there, totally satiated and completely spent. Finally Anakin spoke. "So did I pass the test, Master?"

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and grinned at his apprentice. Anakin returned the grin. "With flying colors, Anakin." His smile dropped as Anakin frowned.

"Blast. I was hoping I would have to practice more."

Obi-Wan laughed. "Don't worry, my young apprentice. There's always room for improvement." Anakin grinned, snuggling his face into Obi-Wan's neck, closing his eyes. Obi-Wan turned his head and kissed Anakin's forehead. "Good night, Anakin."

"Ummm," Anakin muttered sleepily. "Good night, Master."

THE END

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