Anakin renewed his assault upon Obi-Wan’s mouth, biting his lips, ravishing them, tasting the warmth within. Obi-Wan, lost in desire and pinned to boot, returned the kiss with equal passion.
Anakin was lost as well. It was everything to him at that moment, the feel of his master’s mouth around his tongue, the rise and fall of the bare chest beneath his own, Obi-Wan’s firm flesh and even harder erection pressing into his thigh. The only thing missing was his master’s lovely voice, hoarse with desire, saying something. Anything. Saying his name. Anakin thought he knew how to bring that on.
He tore his lips away to work them down his master’s throat, heading inexorably for his goal far below. His lips were stopped short for a moment as he felt Obi-Wan’s racing pulse beneath his tongue. He savored the sensation, sucking at the spot where rough beard met smooth skin.
Beneath him, Obi-Wan gasped and struggled briefly, trying to free his hands. Whether he wanted to stop Anakin or grab him and pull him closer, Anakin didn’t care. He wasn’t letting go again.
“Unh unh,” he murmured as a negative into Obi-Wan’s salty skin as he got his lips moving once more. This time he got as far as his master’s delectable shoulder blade, which he dutifully bit. “Don’t even try it, Obi-Wan,” he whispered. He liked the way the name rolled out of his throat so naturally. “Obi-Wan,” he repeated.
“Ani.”
“Oh, Master,” Anakin reverted unconsciously to the more natural appellative as he got his mouth going downwards again, this time to be distracted by his master’s chest. He licked at the sweat pooling on Obi-Wan’s breastbone, and over to stroke one dark nipple.
Obi-Wan moaned again. Anakin, pleased with his own progress, felt a jolt of electric gravity sweep through him. He was determined to see how much passion he could wring out of the shuddering body beneath him. And he was enjoying himself immensely. But his control was slipping. His own erection was throbbing painfully, begging for something, anything, from his master preferably, to ease it. He wasn’t going to last long at this rate.
Obi-Wan, perhaps sensing this, tried once again to yank away his hands, which were now pulled down to shoulder height. “Please, Anakin,” he whispered. “I can’t do anything if you won’t let me go…”
“No, Master,” Anakin murmured into Obi-Wan’s navel. He was delighted with how strangely and ridiculously soft Obi-Wan’s belly was, when juxtaposed against the muscularity of the rest of him. He was finding it hard to keep hold of his master’s hands, especially in this position, and knowing what those hands could do in return, were they but free. But he was determined not to let go. “Besides, it’s not my turn,” he said, and clamped Obi-Wan’s palms to the sides of his own hips.
In this position, Anakin found, Obi-Wan’s gorgeously hard member was right within reach. He eyed it happily and leaned forward to plant a small, gentle kiss on its end, eliciting a short, hoarse cry from his master. Anakin opened his lips for a little bit more, and savored the taste, the hot, dry and velvety-smooth feel of it, remembering it.
Obi-Wan, his hands fastened at his sides and legs pinned beneath Anakin’s torso, couldn’t move, but could only gasp with near-pain as his apprentice teased him so. He tried to say “Anakin,” but the only sound that emerged was “Angh.”
“Trying so say something, Master?” Anakin whispered, sending little, cooling, maddening puffs of breath onto the skin he’d so recently moistened with his lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Angh.”
“That’s what I thought,” Anakin said, and ran his soft lips along the length of his master’s member before engulfing the end half in his mouth once more. His heart swelled as he swirled his tongue around the firm, warm flesh. Right now, this was his, and he was doing a damn fine job of driving Obi-Wan Kenobi crazy. He ignored the swollen pain in his own nether regions to concentrate on the pleasure of his master.
He inhaled deeply around the hardness in his mouth, deliberately intensifying the contact. Beneath him, Obi-Wan’s hips rose unconsciously, as if being pulled by his apprentice’s breath, despite the dual pairs of hands holding him down. Anakin liked the looks of that. He did it again, several more times, reveling in the control he could exert over his master’s trembling body.
Just when he sensed his master was about to tumble screaming over the edge, Anakin pulled off slowly, tormentingly. Almost light-headed, he placed a lingering, loving kiss on the tip, and looked up to see his master’s reaction.
He found Obi-Wan watching him, with eyes blazing with suffering and with passion. He looked as if he might weep. His eyes also promised a payback. If his master could speak, Anakin knew he would deliver a blistering lecture.
“Angh.”
“Yes, I know. I’m terrible, aren’t I?” Anakin whispered with husky emotion, but without much concern, against his master’s sadly neglected erection. Obi-Wan’s ire could be dealt with later. Right now, he had his master in his complete dominion, and he was determined to enjoy it. He drew his eyes away from the flaming blue ones above him, to admire the way his master’s sweaty, shining abdomen rose and fell rapidly with each jerking breath he took.
He sighed happily. It was time to end the torture. Anakin clasped the hands beneath his even more firmly, digging his fingertips into the muscled flesh of his master’s thighs, and took the swollen member into his mouth once more. Completely. Every delectable inch of it. His lips tightened at the base, and he moaned, adding vibration to the already intense pressure he exerted on his master’s hardness. Obi-Wan was so close…
“Anakin!” came his master’s lovely, hoarse cry as he finally reached the zenith of his passion. Anakin didn’t let go, but held on tightly with mouth and hands, savoring every moment.
After what seemed like an eternity, Obi-Wan’s spasms subsided, and he just lay there, exhausted, chest heaving. Anakin, gasping for breath as well, released his master’s hands and pulled himself forward far enough to collapse his head onto Obi-Wan’s stomach. They lay there like that for a few long moments.
Then Obi-Wan reached down to grab Anakin’s neck in a choke hold and pull his eyes up to face him. “I’m going to get you for that,” he growled.
Anakin knew exactly what his master meant by that remark. He thought he might enjoy it, too.
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“Ohhhh,” three female voices sighed in unison.
There were a few moments of silence.
Then Padme spoke up.
“All right, ladies, we’re going down there. I need to have a talk with my husband right now,” she said firmly, thought she didn’t rise.
“I don’t think I can go anywhere right now, my lady,” whispered Dorme. “I don’t think my legs would move. Besides, they can’t know we’re watching."
“She’s right, my lady,” seconded Eirtae. “If you tell them you know what they were doing. Um and doing so well. Ah. Well, anyway, you will have to explain how you knew. What they were doing.”
Padme’s eyes sparked with humor at her handmaidens’ distraction. “You’re right. Somebody go get me a comlink. I have an idea.”
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Anakin gasped in surprise at Obi-Wan’s sudden energy as his master sat up, grabbed Anakin’s shoulders and pulled him on top for a fierce kiss. But he didn’t act surprised for long. He accepted the assault wholeheartedly, wrapping his arms around his master’s sweaty back. He pressed his own swollen erection into his master’s thigh, aching for the contact, any contact that would ease his agony. It was Obi-Wan who broke the kiss first.
“Now, my young apprentice, you are going to get what you deserve,” Obi-Wan said and violently threw Anakin off of him, rolling to his side and face to face with his padawan. As Anakin’s head smacked into the hard floor, Obi-Wan reached up behind to wrap one hand in his apprentice’s braid, and slid the other hand down into the waistband of Anakin’s trousers.
Anakin howled as his master gripped his swollen member. He also lost control. Obi-Wan had barely held him for two seconds before Anakin exploded, sending a wet warmth onto Obi-Wan’s hand. “Oh, Master,” he cried as he peaked.
Obi-Wan released his apprentice’s braid and lay staring at him stunned.
Anakin opened his eyes and looked across at his master, nearly laughing at Obi-Wan’s bemusement. “Sorry about that, Master,” he apologized, breathless.
Obi-Wan recovered from his surprise after a moment and chuckled. “Denying me my revenge, are you, you my young apprentice?”
“I didn’t mean to do it. I never even got to take my boots off,” complained Anakin as he lolled, spent, on the floor.
Obi-Wan laid his hand on his apprentice’s flat stomach and eyed Anakin’s boots speculatively. “Well, I suppose I could do something about that. Who’s to say that we have to stop--”
He was interrupted by an insistent beep from the wall communications panel. It was a priority beep. An important beep. He shared a brief look of alarm with his apprentice before jumping up to answer it. Anakin couldn’t help but appreciate the amusing picture Obi-Wan made, running naked across the room to answer a call. Even an urgent one.
His master slapped the answer button on the panel. “Yes?”
“Oh, Obi-Wan!” came Padme’s panicked voice. “I’ve been looking all over for my husband. My ship was sabotaged, and I just got back, and I haven’t been able to find him, and he hasn’t answered my calls….” A short sob came through the speaker. “Have you seen him?”
“Yes, yes, Padme! Calm down. He’s here.” Obi-Wan motioned for Anakin to join him. “Sabotaged, you say?”
“Yes! Thankfully my handmaidens and I escaped with our lives. Ani? Are you there?”
“Yes, darling! I’m here. You’re safe?” Anakin went from feeling great to feeling horrible. Here he’d been, enjoying himself too much with his master, while his wife’s life was in danger. He had to find her, he had to destroy those that had tried to hurt her…but first he had to get dressed. He was glad that Obi-Wan’s training room comm had no vid pickup. “I’ll be right there! Where are you?”
“No, my love, that’s all right. We’ll come to join you. I’ll feel so much safer with you and Obi-Wan to be my Jedi protectors.” Anakin could swear he heard a giggle from somewhere on the com connection. “You are in Obi-Wan’s quarters, correct? Not the library?"
“Uh, no, darling. We were just having lightsaber practice. Hurry, please! I can’t wait to see you.”
“I’m coming as fast as I can, my love,” Padme’s voice sobbed, and the link was cut.
Anakin stared as the connection light went from green to red. He turned to look at his master. “Do you think she’ll know? What will she do?”
“I think that’s your problem, my young apprentice,” Obi-Wan drawled as he swiveled to head back into his quarters. “I’m going to take another shower. Tell Padme I said hello.”
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Padme hugged herself in glee again as the three women headed for the Jedi Temple. “Of course we’ll find out that I was overreacting. That my ship was not sabotaged at all.”
“Of course, my lady,” Eirtae agreed. She pulled out a compact to powder her nose.
Padme held up a small datachip, and continued her gloating. “But wait, there’s more. I think we can find a market for this. And when I just happen to acquire a copy….”
“That’s a wonderful plan, my lady!” gushed Dorme, and smirked at her mistress. “He will indeed be in your debt. Having such fun while you were gone…”
“Can I have a copy first, my lady?” enquired Eirtae demurely.
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