Title: Enough
Author: Ani’s Apologist
Pairing: Vader / Obi
Category: angst
Rating: NC-17
Warning: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Obi-Wan has a Visitor on Tatooine.
Feeback: Yes!!


The hairs on the back of his neck slowly stood on end. That was always Obi Wen’s first clue. As he lay in bed, tossing and turning and trying to go back to sleep, he felt the second sign: the wrenching of his stomach—as if he were falling from a cliff.

With a sigh, he rolled onto his back and rubbed his eyes, and then stared at the stone ceiling of his small home on Tatooine.Naked beneath the blankets, he slid his hand down his warm body, and grasped his morning erection, stroking it gently, and closing his eyes.

Anakin…young and beautiful, his blond hair falling in soft curls to his shoulders. He pictured Anakin in his head. Pictured him naked and riding his master, making love with him…sucking Obi Wen’s cock in the temple gardens…holding his master close, after lovemaking, telling Obi wan how much he loved him…. Ani…

Biting back a cry of pleasure as well as desperate sadness, Obi Wan came into his hand, and then slowly came back to the present.

Ten years. It had been a decade since Anakin had become Vader. Ten years since Vader and his storm troopers had destroyed the Temple and its gardens. Ten, long years that Obi Wan had lived this hermit existence on this Force forsaken planet.

But NOT ten years since he had made love to his old lover. NOT ten years since he had seen the man they called Vader naked and in bed with him…. it had only been a few months. And, judging by the way he stomach was lurching and the hair on the back of his neck was reacting, Vader was close, and he would not have long to wait until they saw one another again.

The first time Vader had come to see him at his small house on Tatooine, Obi Wan had been dumbfounded, unable to speak. He was sure Vader was there to kill him, and he had not the strength, nor the desire to fight him.

After that night, Vader made his visits a regular occurance. He came to Obi Wan about once every few months---whenever he could slip away to Tatooine without the Emperor noticing.

It was insane, of course. They were supposed to be enemies. Vader had killed all the other Jedi, and he had turned to the dark side—Obi Wan loathed what he had become, what he represented. And when he would hear about Vader’s many crimes—the horrible things he did for the empire—Obi wan would tell himself that Vader was evil and unredeemable, and he would promise himself that the next time Vader came to his door, he would kill him—or at the very least, turn him away.

And yet…and yet. Whenever Vader came, Obi Wan could not fight him, could not send him away. Every single time, Obi Wan would fall into bed with him, they would make love, and—for a short time—Obi Wan would feel complete. He could not resist Vader—he had never been able to resist him. He craved the touch of his old lover, he craved his body, his kiss….and he could convince himself, at least while they were writhing together in bed, naked and sweating and vunerable, that vader was not a monster…while they lay entwined in each other’s arms, Vader was Anakin again.

Obi Wan wiped a tear from his eyes, and sat up in bed. A day had not gone by in ten years where he had not cried—for Anakin, for his fellow Jedi, for the universe…

He sat and waited. Vader was close—he could feel him as he approached. And then, suddenly, unsurprisingly, he was there, walking into the house as if it were his own.

Obi Wan looked up at him, and slowly stood to greet him. He noted that Vader was, as always, unarmed. So sure was he that Obi Wan would not—could not-- kill him. So cocky, so sure of himself—well, some things never change, Obi Wan thought, allowing himself a small smile.

Darth Vader spoke then, low and deep, “Hello Obi Wan,”

“Hello….I have been expecting you…” Obi Wan replied as Vader stepped forward and ran a gloved hand down his old master’s cheek possessively.

Anakin—Vader—removed his mask and body armour.

Everyone thought Darth Vader wore the armour and mask because he had been disfigured in a mighty light saber battle—and Vader allowed people to believe this because it served his purposes. The truth was something quite different: he wore it as a simple disguise—to hide his true identity and to project an aura of mystery and menace. Underneath the disguise, he looked the same as always—if just a bit older and worn down by his work, endless travel, and heavy burdens.

Obi Wan stared at him, amazed that he could still look so beautiful to him after all these years, and after all that had happened.

Vader said nothing. Just a hint of a smile on his lips as he advanced on Obi Wan, pushing him up against the wall of his lounge room, and kissing him deeply on the lips. Obi Wan yelped with surprise, but allowed it. They kissed for several moments, slowly and passionately.

But when Vader began to go further, starting to remove his tunic, Obi Wan pulled away from him, and walked towards the kitchen.

Surprised, Vader turned to him, following him, “What’s wrong?” he asked in a soft voice, stroking Obi Wan’s bread gently.

“I can’t…keep doing this…”

“You’ve never had any trouble before,” Vader shot back at him, growing angry.

Obi Wan looked at Vader pleadingly, as if begging the sith lord to leave him alone, “Please…leave me alone! Don’t make me care about you again!”

Vader only smiled and closed the distance between them. Obi Wan turned away and Vader slid his long muscular arms around his old master’s waist, and pulled him back against his hard body.

“You’re a sith. You kill people everyday! I can’t do …this anymore!”

Vader was kissing and licking his neck and earlobes now. And it felt good…so very good. He relaxed a bit, leaning back against Vader, and closing his eyes.

“You want this as much as I do,” Vader whispered between kisses.

And he was right—that was what was so pathetic and despicable about the whole thing:Despite everything Vader had done, and everything that he had become, Obi Wan still loved him—and still wanted him.

He began to cry, felt the tears slid down his face. Vader sensed his despair and sucked at the hollow of his neck gently, “Let me be Ani for you…I can still be Anakin for you,” he promised.

“Nooo..” Obi Wan groaned, miserably, “Anakin is dead…you can’t ever be the man I loved again…”

But even as he said this, he let Vader take him by the hands and lead him to the bedroom, to the bed. He let Vader undress him, and stroke his chest and kiss him deeply, tongue exploring his mouth sensuously.

He cried as Vader laid him down gently on the bed, and then laid on top of him, kissing his way down his old master’s body until he reached Obi Wen’s sex. And, yes, Obi Wan was hard—hard for him. For Vader.

“Let me give you the pleasure you need, Obi Wan,” Vader whispered as his mouth enclosed around his old master’s cock.

Obi Wan arched off the bed, closing his eyes against what was happening, “oh….” He groaned.

He felt ashamed of his arousal, but also desperate for release, and he began to moan and move with Vader, thrusting up into his mouth.

Suddenly, Vader stopped, and gentled Obi Wan, his strong arms quieting Obi Wen’s thrusting hips, “not yet, old friend.” he murmured against his belly.

Gathering Obi Wan into his arms, Vader writhed with his old lover, rolling about on the bed, kissing and moaning into each other’s mouths.

Pulling back, Vader looked down at Obi Wan, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “I’ve missed this so much…”

His earlier resistance forgotten, Obi Wan reached out and stroked Vader’s cheek lovingly, “I miss you too,”

“Love you, Master,”

“Oh Ani…. my Ani…”

“Tell me what you want Master”

“Make love to me, Anakin. Take this pain away…”

Vader smiled broadly. Holding Obi Wan close and using the force alone—no hands—he slid deep inside his old master’s body.

“Ahhhh..” he groaned as he slid home. With one arm, he supported his weight over Obi Wan, and with the other hand, he stroked over Obi Wen’s bruised lips. Instinctively, Obi Wan opened his mouth and took two of the digits in, sucking on them seductively. He knew this drove Vader crazy…

Obi Wen’s eyes fluttered closed, as he continued to suck on the fingers. He moved with Vader, wrapping his legs around the broad waist and pushing him ever deeper. Their bodies moved as one now, in the ancient dance of pleasure.

As the twin suns set over the mountains in the distance, they made love as if nothing had ever changed between them. Whispering words of love and pleasuring each other until they both exploded in orgasm, screaming.

Exhausted, they slept, still wrapped in each other’s arms.

Obi Wan awoke slowly the next morning. He hazily recalled Vader waking him at some point in the night to make love again, and Obi Wan had given himself to Anakin again, without any resistance, laying on his belly as Vader pounded into him from behind, and then falling asleep as Vader stroked his back and kissed along his spine and told him he loved him.

Disgusted with himself, Obi Wan curled into a ball on his side and let the inevitable tears of regret flow. After a few minutes, he felt Vader’s touch on his shoulder, as the sith lord tried to comfort him silently.

Obi Wan stiffened and pulled away from the touch. Sitting up, he pulled his legs up close to his body. He could feel Vader staring at him, but refused to meet his gaze.

“Why do you come here?” he asked at last, “Why do you still want to have sex with me?”

Vader shifted uncomfortably in the bed, and sat up as well, “I don’t know,” he replied honestly, “It just…feels right when I’m with you. The only time I was ever happy was when I was in bed—with you. “

“Then why did you leave me? Why did you turn? If you were so happy, why did you change?” Obi Wan felt the strength to look at him now, and it was Vader’s turn to look away.

“Would any reason I gave you be good enough? I don’t know why I did it—there were a million reasons. I didn’t know what Palpatine had planned. I was trying to do the right thing. I didn’t realise until it was all too late…you know all of this already!”

“I just need to understand, Anakin!” Obi wan looked and sounded like a man on the edge of reason, “I need to know how you can kill innocent people, kill our FRIENDS, but still love me and…and how I can still love you!”

He collapsed now, crying hysterically. Vader stroked his back in silence and let him cry.

Finally, the tears subsided, and Obi Wan lay quietly next to him. Vader knew what Obi Wan needed.

“Obi…” he whispered, turning his old master to face him.

Obi Wan looked at his lover sadly, then instantly knew what was about to happen. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself from wanting it so badly. It was no use—he was so lonely, and he loved Anakin, and he needed this. Surely, it wasn’t wrong if it gave them both happiness…pleasure. He trembled as Vader’s hand found his shaft, and bit his lip in anticipation. Then Vader began to touch him, and there was only silence, and his own soft gasps of pleasure.

“Oh,” he groaned as he felt himself growing hard as Vader stroked his shaft to erection. He thrust helplessly against Vader’s body as the sith lord masturbated him silently.

Wordlessly, Vader laid back, pulling Obi Wan atop him in one smooth movement. They just stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment, and then Vader spread himself before his old master in invitation.

Like a starving man at a banquet, Obi Wan dove down, capturing Vader’s lips in a bruising, desperate kiss. Pulling back, he took a breath before sliding inside Vader’s body. Vader arched up against him, pushing him deeper, then collapsed back, wrapping his long legs around his old teacher and letting Obi Wan pound him, drive into him roughly, fuck him, hurt him.

He bit his lower lip as Obi Wan took him hard, pounding all of his anger and frustration into the body below him. Obi Wan needed this. Vader would let him have it.

Then, it changed. Obi Wan began to slow the rhythm-- began to move more tenderly… until he was making love to Vader, not fucking him. Until it felt like love itself, and not just an act of lust.

Vader looked up at Obi Wan in confusion, and all he saw in those eyes was love.

He began to move slowly, gently with Obi Wan, sighing as the sex became increasingly gentle and loving. At last, it seemed as if Obi Wan were barely moving inside him, and their mouths met in a deep, lingering kiss. They trembled in each other’s arms, shuddering with need and love.

Vader became aware that he was making low, needing noises in his throat, and that Obi Wan answered those noises with a soft, “yes, Ani…. let me love you…gently, just gently…slow…like this…need you…need it like this…”

“Yes,” Vader grunted, “Love me slow…take me gently…make it last forever…”

He reached and tenderly stroked Obi Wan’s face.

For a long time, they went on like this, barely moving. Just a gentle thrust now and then, mingled with warm, wet open-mouthed kisses and gentle caresses. And it was beautiful. Anyone looking at them would think that, perhaps, they weren’t making love at all—perhaps they were simply laying in each other’s arms—the sex was that slow and that gentle.

They were both crying now—at the beauty of their sex, and the depth of their love. Tears rolled down both their faces and they made soft, grunting noises, and stroked each other’s faces lovingly, as their bodies cried out for more.

Vader hazily recalled Obi Wan often making love to him like this when they were on missions, or in shared accomadation,a nd did not want others to know what they were doing.

A memory lept into his mind of a time when they made love on a transport, with another traveller only a few feet away from them. Vader recalled how wonderful it had felt—the slow, nearly motionless sex-- the fear of being discovered adding to the excitement-- until Obi Wan simply closed his eyes, and Anakin had felt him flood his insides with his warm semen. There was something so sexy about a silent orgasm….Anakin had followed moments later, his mouth open in a silent cry as he came into his master’s hand beneath the covers, and then they had laid together, staring into each other’s eyes.

Anakin had fallen asleep with Obi Wan still inside him….it had been a wonderful time….

And now, here they were, years later, doing it again. There was no one around to discover them, but the excitement was the same. They stared in one another’s eyes,

“Ahhh…” Obi Wan whimpered quietly, as he tried to remain motionless in side his lover, even as his body pleaded for release. He struggled with the effort of not coming, grunting animalistically. “Need this so much…”

Vader reached out and gently covered Obi Wan’s mouth to silence his grunts.

“Quietly…just quietly. No words, please…Make no noise when you come,” he implored, and Obi Wan nodded in agreement.

His eyes rolled back in his head as he thrust gently against Vader and felt his orgasm building. Vader’s large hand remained over his mouth.

It felt so good….so erotic…and he needed to come now. To let go, and lose himself completely inside Vader’s beautiful body. He arched and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back….

And then he was coming, silently, and with final, gentle thrust, and Vader came with him, spilling his essence between their two joined bodies, and they hung there, suspended in bliss and silence stretched between them.

“Anakin….” Obi Wan whimpered, falling against him at last.

Vader slid his arms around Obi Wan, “Don’t…pull out of me yet…just stay inside me for a little while…” he whispered, and Obi Wan did as he asked.

It felt so good to be sheathed inside Anakin again. He wanted to stay like this forever, inside him, making love with him. Nothing else mattered.

They gentled each other with soft kisses and words of love. Whimpering and moaning like animals in heat.

Obi Wan knew they would make love again soon.. But, for now, they were sated.

“Stay with me…” Obi Wan moaned, his voice trembling with emotion, “I love you. Please….stay…”

Silence.

Then, “I can’t….” Vader replied, his voice trembling too.

Obi Wan sighed sadly. He knew that would be Vader’s answer—but he still had to ask. He slid out of Vader’s body, and lay next to him. Vader sighed as he left his body, breaking the contact they both needed to feel whole.

“I can stay until nightfall…” Vader offered, and Obi Wan smiled at him, and they kissed deeply.

They cuddled together, caressing each other gently. There were no words.

They had until nightfall.

It was enough.


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