Chapter V: A little less conversation
"Getting burned is better than extinguishing slowly." Kurt Cobain
"They didn't accept it", murmured Obi-wan while entering the house. Behind him, Anakin rolled his eyes, "I can't believe they didn't sign the treaty. Over a week, and they don't sign!"
"I know, Obi-wan, I was there, and you've been repeating the same since we got out of there", Anakin took his steps to the kitchen while Obi-wan started pacing in the living room, his arms crossed on his chest and an annoyed expression on his face.
"The treaty was perfect, and Batcha's petitions stupid", Obi- wan raised his voice over the noise Anakin was making in the kitchen, "Gambola won't accept them… the Council won't accept them", instinctively, his right hand went to his eyes, rubbing them, "that man is so… uncivilized", he heard Anakin's laugh in the other room.
"We still have to have dinner there tonight, we might convince him."
"I don't know how, I think we already established you weren't sleeping with him, right?", he heard a strong noise, of cutlery falling, and Obi-wan sighed.
"Don't you dar– "
"Alright, forget it!", he exclaimed before Anakin had time to get furious and start any kind of fighting, "can I ask what are you doing?"
"Looking for food", Anakin's voice was closer this time, and his figure appeared in the doorframe.
"Food?", whispered Obi-wan, "we are in the middle of a crisis and you're thinking about food?"
"Crisis? You're exaggerating. Besides, I eat when I'm annoyed", explained Anakin getting to where Obi-wan was, "so? Do we have any food?"
"You also eat when you're nervous or bored… is that all you do? Eat?", Obi-wan was visibly upset, a little vein in his forehead a bit more prominent than normally, his tone of voice a little bit shaky. He hated when people didn't sign his treaties.
"Food helps", whispered Anakin while taking the step that separated him from Obi-wan, leaning slightly over his face, "the other method is sex, but since I'm not getting any, I'll have to eat, right?", he started lowering his voice little by little, until it was a murmur only intelligible for those as close as Obi- wan, "what do you think, Obi-wan?", the palm of his real hand found a place on Obi-wan's chest easily. He pushed a little. Obi-wan sighed involuntarily, breathing Anakin's strong scent, wishing he could just let go. Ha was tired of fighting Anakin, fighting himself. Then again, tiredness wasn't reason enough to abandon a battle.
"I think there are some leftovers next to the sink."
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This time – and Obi-wan had to be thankful – both jedis wore their everyday attires to the so promised dinner at the Shani leader's home. They had been picked by a transport at their house's door at the expected time and they were being taken to the center of the city, far away from any official building, to Batcha's personal residence.
"Why do I get the feeling that this is going to be much more boring than the other's day party?", asked Anakin to the air, his eyes looking at the landscape.
"The other day's party was fun?", Obi-wan arched an eyebrow, shivering unconsciously while remembering the persecution he had been victim of, "this will be more… serious."
"Boring."
"Whatever you say", Obi-wan rolled his eyes, "in any case we'll be able to study Batcha some more."
"Do you think he is planning something?", Anakin's eyes left the window, staring at Obi-wan's face.
"Yes, what would be the point of asking for a treaty and then opposing to it so strongly? I think he just wants us here so the other side puts his guards down."
"Are you expecting an attack?", asked Anakin, "a battle?", Obi-wan just nodded, looking to the front, "just what I thought."
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Once they had passed what had seemed the residential part of the city, the vehicle had stopped in front of a pretty big house, decorated in the classical style of the place. Outside the door, waiting for them, there were Batcha, his four children and a woman that was probably his wife.
"Obi-wan!", the exclamation coming from a female voice made the jedi knight stop in his tracks, an involuntary shiver going through his back. He started turning around, but before he could complete the turn he had a very smiley Kanti Heri hanging from his arm. After her, Gambola and Thania left a vehicle equal to the one that had brought them, "and Anakin, of course", the other woman's arm entwined with Anakin's, who offered her his best smile, "my favorite couple!"
"Well", Obi-wan had to give a little surprise jump when he found Batcha's silky voice so close. That woman didn't get only to his nerves, but also to his perception, "what a surprise. We weren't expecting you tonight."
"How come, my friend?", exclaimed Gambola patting Batcha's back, "you sent an invitation, if I am correct."
"Of course", but it wasn't Batcha's voice the one that made the affirmation, but his heir's, Jacob, "after all, we wanted to correspond your kind gesture by returning the invitation", Anakin couldn't help but smile. Obviously, the boy had taken the liberty of making such an invitation.
"Of course", Batcha didn't show surprise, drawing a smile quickly, "allow me to introduce you to my wife", a blonde uptight looking woman shook both of the jedi's hands without a word, "if you wish, we'll step inside."
With a general nod, all of them entered the house, the Shani family leading the way and Kanti holding both arms. Obi-wan rolled his eyes and resigned himself to a very long evening.
"My wife will lead you to the dining room", said Batcha once they were inside the house, "if you apologize us for a second, my son and I have a brief business to discuss."
"But father, it would be rude to leave our guests", for the first time since he had seen him, Anakin noticed a resented tone on the boy's voice, something akin to fury.
"I insist, Jacob, it will only take a minute."
"Of course", murmured Obi-wan in a concealing tone, "don't worry about us."
With a little bow to the jedi, Batcha took his fast steps towards one of the many white doors that left the room. His son followed him a couple of steps behind, closing the door behind him when they reached what could be a reading room. When he turned around to face his father, the boy got a punch into his stomach that took his breath away.
"Father", he whispered while he kneeled on his right knee, holding his stomach with his arms.
"You will never do something like that again", the half closed eyes and the angry hiss that was Batcha's voice didn't seem to surprise his son.
"I'm your heir and I'm old enough already."
"These decisions are not in your hands, and much less when you make them over a stupid kid from the other side. She's our enemy's daughter, the one who has killed our people, Jacob!"
"But you look at her, don't you?", Jacob allowed himself a bitter laugh, "you're a hypocrite, father… don't expect any kind of loyalty from me."
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Anakin was, without a doubt, bored. And horny. The first part was basically a consequence of the torture he was being put through, also known as dinner. Not only had he been served this thing that had supposedly been animal at some point, but the conversation had gone from not interesting to unbearable. Obi-wan, sited in front of him, seemed just as mortified. Of course, his only reason was Kanti, who kept asking him questions about his torrid romance with Anakin.
The second part was a bit more complicated. The principal problem took form in the fact that Obi-wan was resisting too much. He had expected resistance, of course, it was part of the game. Nevertheless, the next part consisted in having some action, sleeping with him and forget about the problem and the man forever. He hadn't counted on Obi-wan choosing not to play and making this a lot more complicated and personal. More wrong. Of course, Anakin had a plan to solute both problems.
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Obi-wan was worried about the absence of Batcha's soon, which had been justified by a minor sickness. The man's subtlety in that aspect had been bad, since it was pretty clear that the invitation business had lead to a familiar discussion with unknown consequences. He knew Batcha was a dangerous man, but he wasn't sure how agreeable he would be to hurting his own son. Of course, there was the chance that he had been simply secluded as a kid over his bad behavior.
"Tell me, Obi-wan", Obi-wan looked at Kanti once again, having offered her already a fantastic story about his problematic romance with Anakin, including former lovers, kidnapping, defying of the authority and passionate fighting, "when did you meet Anakin?"
"He was a slave on Tatooine and I was still a padawan learner", Obi-wan knew that the best way to lie was to stick as close to the truth as he could, "my master freed him."
"Oh, a slave!", exclaimed the woman, taking a sad gaze towards Anakin, who seemed to be entertaining himself by moving his food inside his plate, "what a romantic story", Obi-wan nodded and smiled, taking his glass of wine to the mouth, "love at first sight?"
"Anakin was nine back then, so no. That would have so unciv–"
"So?", but Obi-wan's eyes weren't on Kanti anymore, but on Anakin, whose eyes stayed on his plate. Nonetheless, one of his bare feet was going up Obi-wan's right thigh slowly, "are you feeling alright, darling? You look pale."
"I'm… I'm perfect, thank you", Obi-wan's eyes drew a warning look, but Anakin's foot kept moving, ascending and descending on his thigh in an hypnotic rhythm.
Obi-wan was expecting his look to be enough for Anakin's foot to stop this, but the eyes of the other jedi only moved between his glass and his plate, not nearing his.
"Are you sure?", all Obi-wan could do was nod, because his body was starting to react to the given attentions. Interesting, he had never had a feet fetish. Of course, the fact that he had been wanting Anakin ever since he looked at him couldn't be helping, "I insist that you look weird, darling", Obi-wan put his hand on Anakin's foot before it could reach his erection, making the honey colored eyes look defying, "darling?"
"I appreciate your concern, but I am fine", nodding once again, Obi-wan took the foot away from his body, but it returned seconds later to its initial position. Using all of his will power, Obi-wan stopped it again.
Anakin's eyes were divided between defy and amusement while a half smile took place on his luscious lips. Obi-wan wanted to let go, but he wouldn't.
"If you'd like, we'll have a drink in the next room", that was the first time that the voice of Batcha's wife sounded, and Obi- wan had to be thankful for it.
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Anakin walked towards Thania, who was next to a pompous stair that adorned the center of the room. The room was big and basically empty, so everyone gathered there were drinking while standing in closed circles, which had offered Obi-wan the perfect way to avoid him. At least Anakin knew the man had an annoying erection caused by his very own foot. He smiled.
Thania looked upstairs at undetermined intervals of time, almost expecting someone to come down, so she didn't notice Anakin getting closer. She received him with a slight jump and a surprised whisper.
"Is something the matter?", asked Anakin with a smile on his face, "you look worried."
"Isn't it strange that Jake disappeared so abruptly?"
"Little one", both youngsters turned around quickly, facing Batcha, "as I said, he is indisposed. Still, if you would like to see him, I could walk you to his rooms", the man extended his hand slightly, offering it to Thania.
"I… yes, sure", Thania took the offered hand reluctantly.
Anakin watched Batcha lead the girl upstairs with distrust in his eyes. He didn't like him, so he decided to follow.
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As Anakin had suspected, as soon as the girl was alone with Batcha, he offered her a lustful smile and pressed her against a wall, using his own body to stop her moves.
"I would appreciate it if you stepped aside", whispered her, fear filling her voice.
"I don't see why I should", the man's mouth descended upon her shoulder, but before it had time to reach it, he heard the door of the room opening behind him.
"Thania", Anakin's voice was enough to have the man two steps away from her, "your family is looking for you."
The girl looked between the two men for a few seconds before she was capable of reacting and running away. Anakin half smiled then, taking a couple of steps towards Batcha while holding his gaze.
"Attacking defenseless girls is not very polite", said Anakin while he closed the distance that separated him from the man. He was of his height, which made Anakin feel a little in disadvantage.
"Would you prefer if I attacked you, jedi?", Batcha's hand found a place on Anakin's hips, ascending then to his chest, "it would be a fair exchange", Anakin put his hand over Batcha's, that had moved to his neck, stopping its movement.
"Would you sign the treaty?", Batcha smiled openly.
"Exchanging power for sex?", he asked, "a common mistake, but no, thanks."
"Then, I'm afraid we don't have a deal."
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The first time Obi-wan had seen Anakin he had noticed that his lips were extremely red. Too red. And too tempting. Now, while the transport took them back home, Obi-wan wondered exactly how long was he going to be able to stand the game they were playing. First it had only been silly talking, then some touching and invasion of personal space, but Anakin had thrown subtlety out of the window that night when he had decided to use his foot to a very different purpose than walking.
"Is something the matter?", asked Anakin with his best smile and stretching like a cat.
Obi-wan said no, breathing strongly.
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When Obi-wan had convinced himself that he wouldn't sleep that night after turning over an over again on his bed, he had decided to go down and get some water and fresh air. To calm down. To not think about Anakin and his foot, about Anakin and his body trembling under his own hand, about Anakin and his lips, about Anakin and his pleasure sighs.
"Can't sleep?", Anakin's voice came from a corner of the kitchen, where the younger jedi was sited with his back to the wall. Obi-wan let go of the glass he was going to fill with water and got closer to the other one, leaning on the wall next to him, although standing. He rubbed his hands against his pants – his only clothing – slightly, looking at them then with deep interest.
"Why did you do that?", Anakin raised his gaze to Obi-wan, thinking about pretending innocence. He decided to throw pretensions out the window and, with an agile movement, kneeled in front of Obi- wan, taking his hands to one of his thighs and leaning his face on the other.
"Because I wanted to", he whispered, drawing imaginary circles over the pant's fabric, "because you wanted to", he raised his face slightly, burying his lips in Obi-wan's uncovered navel, biting the skin, sucking later, "because it is time for another step in our game", Obi-wan let his head fall back while he closed his eyes, feeling Anakin's lips biting and kissing his stomach. Delicious.
"Everything is a game to you", he affirmed lowering his head this time, delighting himself with the view of Anakin's tongue going through his chest and licking a dark nipple.
"Not everything", whispered Anakin, taking his mouth back to Obi-wan's navel and taking his hands to the waistband of his pants, "but you and I have always been part of a game", before Anakin buried himself in his skin again, Obi-wan grabbed his hair strongly, making him look at him from his kneeled position.
"I'm tired of playing", pulling a little, he made Anakin stand up. Anakin looked at him with determination, a bit of amusement, while his hands didn't leave his pants.
"True", half smiled Anakin, forcing one of his legs between Obi-wan's, "I keep forgetting you prefer to watch", Obi-wan couldn't stop the smile that came to his lips. A game. This was just a dammed resistance game. And he was a great player.
"Then I guess you don't mind me participating", Obi-wan's lips went straight to Anakin's neck, sucking his pulse point, licking a trail from his collarbone to his ear, "but you shouldn't trust so much on your own abilities", Anakin laughed a little when Obi-wan's lips made the same trail, moving then to his chest.
Anakin occupied his hands in pulling Obi-wan's pants down strongly, grabbing his erection between his hands at the same time Obi-wan's teeth found a nipple and bit strongly. He gasped, but he pressed himself more against the other body unconsciously. This was much more than a game, this was a battle.
Anakin left the erection he had started to caress and took his hands to Obi-wan's uncovered ass, probing his entrance with a firm finger. When he inserted it fast Obi-wan bit his neck, licking then the blood that came out of the wound.
Obi-wan took both of his hands to Anakin's back and, continuing the move, he pulled his pants down, feeling his erection against his skin. When Anakin inserted a second finger, they both looked at each other with determination.
There were no other sounds in the room but their fast, furious breathing, but the tension was almost palpable. When had sex became something so intoxicating? So intense? So meaningful?
"Are you going to get delicate now?", asked Obi-wan when Anakin was about to insert a third finger inside him. Anakin half smiled, taking his hand away from the man and separating a little to be able to turn him around, "I think we better face each other", Obi- wan pressed his back against the wall while pulling Anakin against him. They both bit their lips to avoid a weak moan. A pleasure moan.
"I assumed you would say something like that", Anakin opened Obi-wan's legs a little bit more, getting inside him then in a fast movement.
Once they established a fast, strong, almost violent movement, Anakin leaned his forehead on Obi-wan's, staring at him with decision. Anakin's eyes were filled with lust, anger and resentment and Obi-wan wondered briefly if his looked like that. They probably did.
Every thrust was stronger, securer and closer to a bitter ending. Hard, aggressive, bittersweet sex, Obi-wan had known it would be like this and still, he hadn't been able to predict that it would feel so perfect. So Anakin.
The orgasm reached him strongly, almost without warning, sending him to a colorful whirlwind and making him lean his head back and shut his eyes. With one more thrust, Anakin finished, burying his face in Obi-wan's chest.
Obi-wan slid down the wall, taking Anakin with him. Anakin closed his eyes strongly, trying to calm his breathing. He wanted to stay there, allow sleep to surround him between Obi-wan's arms, which felt so perfectly safe and wrong at the same time that it was scary. But sleeping in his arms wasn't part of the game.
"I'm taking a shower", he murmured.
Obi-wan watched him leave from the floor. For a moment there he had thought he could handle this, but something told him that he had gotten himself into a very dangerous territory.
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End chapter V
A Little Less Conversation – Elvis Presley
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby
Baby close your eyes and listen to the music
Drifting through a summer breeze
It's a groovy night and I can show you how to use it
Come along with me and put your mind at ease
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby
Come on baby I'm tired of talking
Grab your coat and let's start walking
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Come on, come on
Don't procrastinate, don't articulate
Girl it's getting late, gettin' upset waitin' around
A little less conversation, a little more action please
All this aggravation ain't satisfactioning me
A little more bite and a little less bark
A little less fight and a little more spark
Close your mouth and open up your heart and baby satisfy me
Satisfy me baby