Chapter II: Heaven

Master Obi-wan went through the halls of the Temple towards his quarters with a slow pace and a lowered head, his eyes not really looking at something. When he arrived, he sited on an uncomfortable chair, allowing his tiredness to sink in every part of his body. Anakin was slipping through his fingers and he couldn't do a thing. Palpatine was inside his apprentice mind, mixing with real ability the strong emotions and changing humour that he had never been able to control.

Palpatine… why didn't he saw it when it was so obvious? Maybe he had wanted to believe Anakin, believe that the boy put his loyalties in the right places, believe… He had let his feelings get in the middle. A Jedi is supposed to avoid any kind of personal feelings, get away from pain, love and fury, never let his personal feelings get in the way of the Force… but he had allowed Anakin to get under his skin. Because he loved him. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help it.

Their relationship hadn't started in a really good way. Saying that he hadn't felt jealousy when Qui-gon had wanted to train the little boy would have been a lie, just as saying that the idea of becoming his master had thrilled him. Anakin had been a difficult, irresponsible child, hard to control and with little to no sense of respect, and yet, so adorable that Obi-wan just couldn't help to cherish him after a few days of his company. With patience and a lot of arguing, Anakin had become the Jedi he was now, intelligent, kind and full of energy, nevertheless uncontrollable, but after all, simply perfect. Obi-wan had loved him and adored him has he had never before, many times being overprotective.

He had noticed that what lay under so many covers of confused feelings was true love on a random summer day. Anakin had left the Temple when he had been asked to stay in his quarters. Obi-wan had known from the beginning that it was an impossible mission, but still, when the young man had came back he had extended in one of his lectures on responsibility. When he realized Anakin wasn't listening, he had breathed heavily, annoyed, giving him a "the truth is I don't even know why I put up with you". Anakin had laughed, answering "because you can't live without me, master". In that precise moment, Obi-wan had known it was true.

And now all he could do was wait and expect that he decided that the right thing to do was stay by his side. He sighed into the air, a feeling of impotence filling him. For a second, he wished that everything was like when Anakin was a child and all he needed to feel safe was for him to embrace him.

Suddenly, he felt another presence in the room and before having actual time to react, he found himself with the one that filled his thoughts kneeling between his legs, tightly hugging his waist and burying his face in his stomach.

"It's still the only thing I need, master" said Anakin, relaxing completely when Obi-wan surrounded his shoulders with his arms, putting one hand in his hair.

"Ana…"

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry… for all, for…"

"It's ok, Anakin" Anakin's shoulders were trembling; Obi- wan wondered if he was crying "what is it? What scares you?"

"Master…" the word sounded strange among the tears that started to fall "master…"

"It's ok…" Obi-wan took one of his hands to the other's neck, caressing his back with the other one "I just want to know what it is so I can make it go away" feeling he was a bit reticent, he let himself fall to the floor, getting to Anakin's level and hugging him harder "don't be afraid, not from me."

"He… he put barriers around the room" started Anakin's voice, soft and low "I tried to cross them, but he is very strong and… the Force was dark, almost visible. I was choking and I didn't know what to do. When I tried to defend myself my saber was gone, I guess he took it, I don't know… but I wasn't afraid."

When he sobbed, Obi-wan tightened his embrace, leaving some soothing words in his ear "I thought he would try to kill me, or torture me, I thought maybe he wanted some sort of information, but he… he… there was so much Force and I couldn't breath and then… then it was just hands, and it hurt, and his lips were…" while the truth of the situation entered Obi-wan's mind, feelings that had never crossed him began to suddenly appear: fury, rage, hate.

"I wanted to stop him but I was choking and it hurt… his smell, his hands, he was all over me and every tear that fell burned my face and I hated him, I hated him… but that was what he wanted, that was…" Obi-wan's hands clutched Anakin's robes looking for something to hold on and not run to Palpatine's office and kill him "and I can still feel it… I… every time I close my eyes…" joined by a minor explosion, some random objects of the room started to burn "master" said Anakin surprised, raising his eyes to his master's.

"How can he… how…" he tried to speak "he doesn't deserve to live, Anakin, he doesn't…"

"No master, please, don't hate… you, you shouldn't… you can't" Obi-wan looked at Anakin's tired eyes and took his tears away from his face slowly caressing his cheeks.

"Anakin… my Anakin… I should have known, I should have been able to protect you. Forgive me, I'm so sorry, so…"

"No, master" the younger one buried his face in Obi-wan's neck "I'm sorry I fell into his trap, I'm sorry I tasted the dark side… how could I hurt what I love the most?" he moved his hand to the reddish mark that his previous attack had left on his master's neck and then, with a quick gesture, he put his lips there, leaving a kiss on the skin.

"Ana…" but before he could say a thing Anakin's lips where on his, soft, sensual, simply staying there in a touch that was much more intimate that any word they could have shared.

Without any further deepening of what couldn't be called a kiss, Anakin separated himself from Obi-wan and, after looking at his eyes for a second, he sank his mouth in his neck putting his lips in every corner of uncovered skin.

"Anakin wait" said Obi-wan "wait."

"I need to erase his smell, I have to erase his touch."

"I know, little one, but not like this" Obi-wan's strong hand lifted his chin, making him look at his eyes "this is not… you have a wife, a wonderful wife that loves you and that would erase everything… everything" Anakin looked surprised "you don't have as many secrets as you think, there are some things you can't keep from me" Obi-wan caressed his face with the back of his hand, losing himself in his features "go to her and find peace."

"Don't you understand?" asked Anakin "your smell is what I want on my body, your hands" proving his point he guided one of Obi-Wan's hands under his robes, placing it on his torso "your lips, Obi-wan…" he pressed a thumb to his lips, quickly substituting it with his mouth.

This time, master and apprentice shared a slow, soft and passionate kiss, every moment a question with a affirmative answer, desire built through the years melting between their tentative tongues. Obi-wan joined his hands with Anakin's and, slowly and without breaking their kiss, he laid him on the floor, getting on top and putting their hands above their heads. When their bodies touched entirely, Anakin moaned. When they separated their mouths, Obi-wan buried his face in the other's neck, licking, biting, kissing just as calmly as he did everything. His hands, leaving Anakin's, went through the covered body until they got under the robes, caressing the strong chest beneath them. The other one took one of his hand's to Obi-wan's reddish hair, getting the other one under his tunics. Obi-wan shivered slightly when he felt the clothes that covered his chest beginning to leave him.

"Wait" he said, his voice hoarse.

He lifted himself on his elbows, allowing Anakin to take off his upper clothing. Afterwards, took his own while Obi-wan gave him the space to do so. Both repressed a moan when their naked chests touched. Obi-wan took his mouth to Anakin's neck again, going then slowly down his torso kissing every spot, his hands firm on Anakin's hips.

"Obi…" he groaned when the hands moved to the inner part of his tights.

While Obi-wan's hands caressed slowly the surroundings of Anakin's erection, his lips went again over his torso until they met his mouth, drowning their moans in a heated, aggressive kiss. Obi-wan wanted to melt, melt in that hot skin, in that firm hands, in that strong body and in that luscious lips, hearing his name from Anakin's mouth as the only memory of him existing somewhere else. Their tongues still playing, Anakin pushed his master, getting on top of him. Having never known the meaning of patience, he pushed the waist of Obi-wan's pants, taking them off when the other one arched against him unconsciously.

"Anakin!" exclaimed Obi-wan breaking the kiss when a hand surrounded him with decision.

Anakin smiled in Obi-wan's neck, his hands reaching a slow steady rhythm. Among his master's moans, Anakin made a panting noise when he felt a slightly calloused hand inside his pants, pressed against one of his buttocks. With his hands, legs and a bit of help from the Force, Obi-wan took off Anakin's last piece of clothing without separating their bodies. When he felt Obi-wan's erection against his own with no clothing in the middle, Anakin took his hand away, beginning a slow rocking motion between them.

"I don't think that's a really responsible way of using the Force, master" said the younger one in his ear, then licking it.

"There are some exceptions" pushing Anakin, Obi-wan went on top again "Anakin…"

Never stopping their slow rhythm, Obi-wan started to probe Anakin slowly with a soft and expert finger, moving only when the other one's moans became faster.

"Master…" he purred when a second finger entered him "please, master…"

"I don't want to hurt you" whispered Obi-wan while playing with a dark and well defined nipple.

"It's ok… please."

Obi-wan took both fingers from Anakin, holding his hips strongly, burying himself inside him slowly. No pain, just the most pure pleasure. While Obi-wan stayed still for some time, Anakin joined their hands, taking their arms above their heads. When Anakin surrounded his hips with his legs, Obi-wan started moving slowly, getting the most perfect sounds out of Anakin's mouth.

"Harder" said Anakin with a husky voice "harder."

Anakin watched his master while he made his movement faster. His cheeks were red, his hair uncombed and sticking in weird angles, there were little drops of sweat falling down his neck, incoherent sounds leaving his parted lips, his eyes tightly closed.

"Look at me, Obi-wan" he opened his eyes; the greyish irises were covered partly in black.

And Anakin knew there would never be a more perfect image. Nothing mattered anymore, everything were hands, lips, moans… Obi- wan's knuckles turning white because of his strong hold on Anakin's hands, the slow movements, the meaningless words, the other's eyes and, oh God, that incredible pleasure. With a few more movements they both finished screaming the other one's name. Obi-wan fell on Anakin's chest, that moved furiously up and down.

Seconds after, Obi-wan caught his lover's mouth, kissing him slowly, using what little energy he had left. Then he turned them around and Anakin put his head on his chest.

This was usually the time when Obi-wan got tired of his lovers, feeling sticky and dirty, pleading for a shower. This time, however, he felt he could live in that moment forever: one of his hands in Anakin's hair, the other one on his waist, his body heat making him shiver while his little one started to fall asleep.

"Maybe we should move to the bed" he murmured.

"No… no… this is perfect, everything is perfect…" the sleepy and hoarse voice sounded convinced.

All right" Obi-wan made a cover come to them "then sleep… sleep, my Anakin."

He did, and for the first time in a long time, under the soothing eyes of his master, Anakin didn't have nightmares.

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