Title: ALRIGHT IN THE END
Author: Ani’s Apologist
Pairing: Ani / Obi
Category: first-time/ angst.
Rating: NC-17
Warning: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Anakin and Obi Wan begin a relationship that turns to obsession.
Feeback: Yes!!


It was a particularly difficult mission. Obi wan and Anakin were both exhausted from the seemingly endless rounds of negotiations.

"Oh.... well, isn't this just the perfect ending to a perfect day!" Anakin exclaimed sarcastically as he entered the bedroom and switched on the light.

"What is it, Anakin?" Obi wan asked, following him. He looked and instantly saw what Anakin was complaining about--there was only one bed in the room, and it was barely large enough for two adults.

Obi wan couldn't keep him from laughing. He slowly shook his head, and turned to place a reassuring hand on Anakin's shoulder, "ah, well, padawan--we'll make do. We've survived in worse conditions. As long as you don't snore, we'll be fine!"

Anakin gave him one of his "you're the one who snores, Obi-wan" looks, and managed a small smile of his own, "I am so tired, it won't even matter. My head will hit the pillow, and that will be it until morning!" He excused himself and headed for the 'fresher for a shower. While he showered Obi wan changed into his sleep pants, not bothering with a sleep shirt, as the weather was so very close and humid. He wouldn't have bothered with sleep pants either, except that he was sharing the bed with Anakin. Anakin had seen him naked many times--in the showers, mostly--but he still felt uncomfortable sleeping naked if his padawan was in the same room. Anakin was nearly twenty, and had grown into a very desirable young man--tall, lean, taut, with smiling blue eyes and pale blonde hair. But if Obi Wan entertained any sexual desire at all, it was not for his padawan, Anakin was sure of that.

In the years since Qui Gon's death, Obi Wan's lovers had been few and far between. Mostly one night stands, when the need for relief and release became too strong. Occasionally, Anakin would hear his master, lost in ecstasy, moaning or crying out in release in the night, but in the morning, the partner would always be gone by the time Anakin woke, and Anakin was always silently grateful that Obi Wan never made him meets his lovers. Obi Wan never talked to him about his sex life, and Anakin never asked.

He knew, somehow, that he and Qui Gon had been lovers, and that his master had loved the older Jedi very much. He knew also, instinctively, that Obi Wan felt uncomfortable talking about sex, and so when he reached puberty, he had gone to other masters and friends to find out about sexuality and never broached the subject with Obi Wan.

Standing under the hot shower water, Anakin played with himself. Closing his eyes, he stroked his hardened flesh. He leaned against the fresher's tiled wall for support as his breathing became rapid and ragged. Biting back a cry of pleasure, he came all over the fresher floor, and opened his eyes to watch as the water washed away the evidence of his orgasm.

In the next room, Obi Wan felt his padawan's climax through their training bond. He smiled to himself as he got into the small bed, remembering nights in his youth when he would excuse himself, go the 'fresher, and masturbate heatedly, imaging making love to his dear master.

Anakin emerged from the ‘fresher dripping wet and naked.

"Do you mind if I don't bother with sleepwear?" Anakin asked mildly, "It’s so hot, and I never wear it."

"No, of course not, Anakin" came Obi Wan's reply, even though it did make him feel slightly uncomfortable.

Anakin climbed into the bed, and turned to face his master, "I will be happy to return to Corsucant, Master--this mission has been miserable,"

"I quite agree, Ani..."he reached out and stroked his apprentice's face in the dark, "Only two more days...." He continued to stroke Anakin's cheek in silence.

He felt Anakin sigh in contentment, and suddenly looked at his padawan's face and noticed, perhaps for the first time, his soft lips and his pale blue eyes, and felt a strange stirring of desire in his loins.

It was then that he realised Anakin was aroused. He felt the hardness brush slightly against his leg under the covers, and heard Anakin make a small mewing sound like a kitten.

“Anakin…” he whispered.

“Yes, Master?”

“You’re…” he could not bring himself to say it.

“…Hard?” Anakin finished for him, smiling in the darkness at his master’s obvious embarrassment, “I know. I’m sorry, Master—I thought I took care of it in the shower…I guess I’m really missing Padme…”

Obi Wan felt like he was frozen in place, unable to move or even respond to Anakin’s comments. In the darkness he felt and heard Anakin’s hand slid down under the sheets as he began to stroke himself.

He heard as Anakin’s breath became more ragged and his stroking increased.In the darkness, he could make out the profile of his student. He was laying on his back, his eyes closed, and he was masturbating.

Without thinking, Obi Wan released a breath he had not even realised he was holding, and just drunk in the sight of the beautiful man laying beside him.

Anakin came moments later, moaning softly in the back of his throat. It was the most erotic thing Obi Wan had ever seen.

Tentatively, he reached out, and laid his hand on Anakin’s belly, feeling the semen that had pooled there, “So beautiful…” he groaned., “You’re so beautiful when you come,”

Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted his padawan’s essence, licking it from his fingers sensuously.

Anakin stared at his master, enraptured. In his fantasies, he had lived this moment many times—but he never thought Obi wan would ever actually touch him.

“ Master….” He whispered, and reached out in the dark to grasp his master’s own hard length, pulling his master’s body against his own.

Without thinking, Obi Wan leaned closer to his student, and kissed his lips very softly. It was a chaste kiss, but the desire behind it was unmistakable. Stopping, he looked at Anakin. His student looked at him silently, but sent a mental answer to ObiWan's question along their link, "yes".

Obi Wan needed no further encouragement. He brought his lips to Anakin's again, and this time it was an open mouth kiss...he slid his tongue into his student's waiting mouth, heard Anakin's moan of surprise and pleasure, and made a yelping sound himself as he explored Anakin's mouth. He moved his mouth now, slowly trailing kisses along Anakin's jaw line, his neck, his earlobes lovingly. Anakin was astounded at his gentleness, his softness.

There were no words--both men seemed afraid to speak--as if speaking may somehow ruin it--the only noise was the sound of lips on skin, gasps of pleasure, moans of need.

For a long time they remained like that--Obi wan holding Anakin close, kissing him, and Anakin doing little more than accepting the gentle kisses, the smooth tongue, the soft caresses. At one point, Obi Wan turned Anakin onto his back, and draped his own body over his apprentice, pausing briefly, to take in the sight of Anakin beneath him--nude and glorious. He kissed Anakin deeply, pressing his face tightly against Anakin's. Anakin felt wetness on his master's face--was it tears? Before he could figure it out, he felt Obi Wan slowly move his hand down the length of his body until it found Anakin's rigid, hard sex. Anakin gasped, and broke off the kiss as Obi Wan lightly stroked the length of his hardness. At last he spoke, "please.... master...." he whimpered quietly.

"Please what, Anakin?" Obi Wan demanded huskily,” Tell me what you need...." He bit and licked at Anakin's throat, in a daze of lust and need.

"Touch me.... just touch me...." Anakin begged in a hoarse whisper.

It was easy for Obi Wan to separate the Anakin who was his student from this Anakin who lay beneath him--wanton, like a street whore, in need of sexual relief. He could tell himself that all of this didn't really matter--that it didn't mean anything. That in the morning, they would be able to forget what had happened between them, and go back to the teacher-student relationship they had always shared. It was a lie, but it was so easy to believe, and Obi Wan did believe it at that moment, and closed his hand around his student’s shaft, and began to stroke it ruthlessly, even as he plundered the bruised lips with endless, passionate kisses, and swallowed the groans of pleasure escaping from his padawan's mouth.

As young as he was, Obi Wan knew it wouldn't be long, and he was right. After only a few strokes, he felt the hot liquid of Anakin's come spurt out and cover his hand. Anakin made no sound as he came, which Obi Wan found odd--he just threw his head back in a silent cry and then bit his lips and relaxed, as he slowly came back to himself. Obi Wan did not give him much time to centre himself. He pulled Anakin back onto his side, and pressed his own rock hard cock against Anakin's belly. He began to rub himself against Anakin's warm flesh; He embraced Anakin roughly, refusing to let him go, as he continued to rub his shaft along the length of his student's belly. He made a sharp sound--something between a yelp and a growl--and released himself over his padawan's body, spilling his seed against Anakin's belly, and thighs.

"Oh...ohohoh...."Obi Wan moaned incoherently as he relaxed.

Anakin pulled him very close, whispering nonsense words of love and assurance--it was then that he realised Obi Wan was crying.

Obi Wan buried his face in Anakin's chest and sobbed quietly, "on Ani...." he moaned, "so beautiful.... I’m sorry.... its just--you were so beautiful, and the mission's been so hard, and its been so long...."

Anakin nodded, "it’s alright, master...its o.k. What you did --what we did--is what I wanted. I've wanted it for...so long. "

Without any further words, he lifted Obi Wan and sat him astride his body. Obi Wan felt Anakin's renewed erection nudging at his opening. He knew what Anakin wanted. Through his tears, he looked down at his apprentice. Anakin's eyes were heavy lidded and smoky with desire. "Please...." he moaned deep in his throat.

Anakin took some of Obi Wan's semen that had pooled on his belly, and used it as lubrication, smoothing over his cock and then onto Obi Wan's entrance. He felt his master stiffen as his fingers dipped inside to lubricate him fully. Without any hesitation, Anakin lifted Obi Wan again, and lowered him back down on his cock heavily. In one smooth motion, he impaled his master on his stiffness, groaning like an animal at the feeling of his manhood sheathed with Obi Wan's body.

Obi Wan was still crying, and his tears fell onto Anakin's chest as his padawan lifted him up and dropped him again and again as they sought a pleasurable rhythm. After a few moments, Obi Wan began to move with him, rising and falling of his own accord. Anakin relaxed, and let his master do the work. He heard Obi Wan moaning and, despite his tears, he knew his master was enjoying it.

He looked up in the darkness and watched as his master rode him. Obi Wan in pleasure--it was a beautiful, if rare, sight. "Master..." he sighed, reaching up to stroke Obi Wan's face lovingly. Obi Wan turned his head and kissed Anakin's hand softly."

“So beautiful...." Obi Wan whimpered, "Oh, Anakin...you are so beautiful!" His voice was husky with lust, and it was all Anakin needed to fall over the edge into the abyss of orgasm. His hips bucked sharply, and suddenly, he was coming,

Words of love and desire that he had kept to himself for far too long, tumbled out of his mouth, and he pulled Obi Wan down so that his master's chest was tight against his own, and kissed his neck desperately as he rode the rest of his completion, “Please Master! Love me, Master…I need this…need you…”

And to this, Obi Wan responded, “Yes, Ani…I do…I do love you…need you too….

After several moments of gasping for air, they began to calm themselves, still entangled in one another’s arms. Obi Wan sat up slightly to look at Anakin, who still lay beneath him. He fingered Anakin’s lips lightly, “Why Ani?” he asked.

It was a simple question that had no simple answer. Anakin had never shown any interest in men before, and he was in love with Padme—Obi Wan knew this.

Anakin read his thoughts and smiled up at his master, “I love you…. no other reason. I just…love you.” They kissed slowly and sensuously. Anakin wrapped himself around his master possessively, and they writhed together on the bed, lost in their passion for one another.

“Tell me what you need from me, Master,” Anakin breathed.

“Suck me, please…” Obi Wan pleaded, “I want your mouth on me…”

Soon, his master was nothing but a writhing mess, desperate for his second release, yet never wanting the pleasure to end. Anakin's mouth was like a hot, wet velvet hole that he felt his pain, his loss, his misgivings, his loneliness disappearing as his student made love to him.

Anakin stopped now and then to lick and suck his balls, or plant soft kisses along the inside of Obi Wan's thigh. No one had made him feel like this.... not even Qui Gon. Mindlessly, he ran his hands through Anakin's hair, urging him on with dirty, coarse words that he did not even remember knowing--words that sounded so sexy coming from that mouth, with that cultured accent.

Anakin too, felt lost. He never wanted the moment to end--the moment when he was in total control. When he was the master.

But all too soon, it had to end. He felt the tightening of his master's balls, and then tasted the bitter salty release coursing down his throat. He swallowed as much as he could, then broke away, desperate for air, letting the rest of the semen coarse over his hand and onto Obi Wan's belly.

They lay silently gasping for air, for control.

He kissed his way back up Obi Wan’s taut body and then lay his head on his chest, holding and being held by the only person who could take his nightmares away and make him feel safe.

The rest of the mission was spent that way—whenever they could get away from the treaty negotiations, they would rush back to the small one bedded room, and make love, exploring their new found relationship, and each other’s bodies. Two beautiful, blissful days of sex and pleasure. And then it was time to return to the temple—to the real world.

As the dawn approached, Anakin could clearly sense his unease through their bond. He sighed sadly, and rested his head on Obi Wan's chest, kissing it gently, "Don't, Master..." he begged quietly, "No regrets, not now.... please"

Obi Wan ran his hands through Anakin's hair softly, and kissed the top of his head, "oh, Ani.... I don't regret what happened, I just.... I don't know what to do now...."

Anakin lifted his head and looked into his master's eyes, "I've wanted you for so long...can't we just have this...just share a bed? No one has to know...."

Obi Wan looked up at his student lovingly. It was tempting.... tempting to just let it be like this--student and master during the day, and heated, wanton lovers at night.... giving into their sexual urges in the darkness and then denying those urges throughout the day. . Obi Wan knew it was wrong, that it would be an affair, a secret that Anakin would keep, even from his wife—but he could not have denied Anakin anything at that moment.

“No one has to know,” he agreed, and they made love again as the sun came up.

“I can’t lose you—lose this…” Obi Wan whimpered as he slid inside Anakin’s body

“You won’t,” Anakin replied, and began to kiss Obi Wan’s neck, licking and sucking gently. Obi Wan closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling.

“Oh Anakin…” he moaned.

He loved Anakin slowly, reverently. Deep inside him, he barely moved, fully sheathed inside his padawan, Their bodies rocked gently together, “Let it go, master…” Anakin urged, “Let your body go…”

He watched Obi Wan intently, stared into his face as they made love. His master was beautiful in his need, in his pleasure. His eyes were closed and his mouth hung open in silent ecstasy. Then his eyes flew open and locked onto his padawan’s stare, and they moved as one, groaning with the pleasure.

When Obi Wan came, he poured not only his essence, but also his love into Anakin, crying out his name in his release. Then Obi Wan soothed his lover, stroking his back. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to feel love—so long since he had allowed himself to feel anything. Obi Wan pulled out gently, and remained on top of his student, lazily kissing and licking Anakin’s neck and earlobe.

“Why can’t I ever say no to you?” Obi Wan smiled.

“Because it feels so good…so right,” Anakin whispered.

Obi Wan slid down Anakin’s taut body, and took his hardness deep down his throat. Anakin arched and cried out helplessly.

“Please Ani—I want to drink you…come for me, come in my mouth…”

And Anakin did as his master requested, on command, spilling hot seed into his master’s willing mouth.

Sated for the moment, they lay naked in each other’s arms, talking about how to keep their illicit affair a secret from everyone. Obi Wan felt badly about the deception—especially where Padme was concerned—but Anakin didn’t seem to care about anything other then continuing their lovemaking, no matter what he had to do.

Before long, the passion was flaring between them again, and the kisses became increasingly heated, “want you again, master…” Anakin managed between kisses.

“Lay back, padawan,” he murmured in Anakin’s ear, “Let me pleasure you….”

Anakin lay on his side, facing his master, watching as Obi Wan gently tugged at his length, “feels so good…” he purred. And then he was lost, coming into Obi Wan’s hand as he groaned and gently bit Obi Wan’s shoulder in release.

“I love you, Anakin,” Obi Wan whispered.

“I love you too.”

After that night, the two of them never questioned their relationship again. Obi Wan was lost to Anakin—in love with him, even—and there was no turning back.

And so it was back at the temple—during the day, they were the perfect padawan and perfect master, respectful and careful.

But at night, his master would come to him, naked, and slide into bed, pressing his erection against his student desperately, 'please..." he would moan, and Anakin would turn to him, and they would lose themselves in each other’s eyes and Anakin would make love to him. And they would say forbidden words of love to each other—whisper them tenderly in one another’s ears—and hold each other desperately, and tell each other that no one else mattered—that nothing else mattered,--but this:the sex they shared. The love they made.

Or they would arrive back at their quarters after a long day at the temple, and –barely inside the door—they would kiss desperately, Anakin slipping his hands down the front of his master’s leggings, and stroking Obi Wan as they moved, still locked in a deep kiss, towards the bedroom. And, again, the words of love, of devotion—how they would kill for each other, how they could not live without each other…lovemaking that bordered on obsession, and love that bordered on insanity.

However it started, it always ended the same: the two of them making love and then falling asleep in each other’s arms. And even though Obi Wan felt a creeping sort of dread, he ignored it, and told himself it was nothing.

Even though, at times, he felt a cold shudder run down his spine when he looked at Anakin—as if something was very wrong, and Anakin was not destined to be the chosen one, but something much darker—Obi Wan continued to love him, and believe that everything would be alright in the end.

To be continued…



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