Title: Role Reversal
Author: Ginny Powell
Rating: NC-17, for graphic m/m sex!!
Setting: Pre-EpII
Pairing: Obi/Ani
Feedback: Please!
Disclaimer: George owns everything. Literally. But as long as he doesn't let them play, someone has to be their cruise director.
Note: My very first attempt at slash! Don't know what took me so long.
Inspired by http://www.queerasjedi.com/emma/patience.html - loved it, but couldn't help thinking about a somewhat different ending. ;-)
Summary: Obi and Ani reveal their long-buried feelings. Yeah, that's SO original. But the sex is great (I hope)! ;-)

Part 1: Impatience

"What were you thinking?!" Obi-Wan Kenobi asked, his voice a bit shriller than he had intended. He'd just found his Apprentice in a somewhat compromising position with the daughter of the Governor of this planet, and dragged him back to their adjoining rooms in the Palace.

"I was thinking she wanted me," Anakin replied petulantly, holding his robe wrapped around himself as he stood just inside the closed door.

"She's to be married in the morning!" Obi-Wan sat heavily on the edge of his bed, running his hands through his hair in exasperation. All those days of negotiations, all that work to end the conflict, with the marriage to seal the deal, and his padawan was willing to jeopardize it for a few moments pleasure with a girl he hardly knew.

"Well, you're always telling me to respect the mores of other culture-"

"This isn't about you not hurting her feelings," Obi-Wan spit back, not letting himself think about where all this anger was coming from. "It's about you having no control, trolling for sex every chance you get."

"Well, if I could have who I really want, I wouldn't have to go `trolling'," Anakin shot back.

"Oh, and who would that be?" Did he have some other trollop picked out, but she spurned his advances? Did he think his Master was going to act as matchmaker for him? Then he had another thing coming.

"You," Anakin surprised Obi-Wan by replying. Lost in his speculations as to the possible candidates, he almost missed it.

"Sorry?"

"You, Master," Anakin said, softer this time. He moved forward, kneeling in front of the wide-eyed older man. "She kept whispering in my ear all the things she was going to do to me, and all I could think about was you doing them." The younger man's hands were on his Master's knees now, moving slowly upward. "I'm still hard, you know," he continued, unable to keep a note of pleading out of his voice now that he was so close to his goal. "It wouldn't take much…" Taking Obi-Wan's hand, he urged it gently toward his aching groin as he stared beseechingly into those mesmerizing eyes.

Obi-Wan's pupils were dilated, pressing his irises into aqua rings. His expression was a complex mixture of emotions too difficult to sort out. Anakin cursed himself, sure he had gone too far and was about to be ripped into by a seriously angry Master.

"Oh, Anakin, I've waited so long," Obi-Wan moaned as he leaned forward just enough to touch his padawan's lips with his own.

Anakin, startled but pleased, returned the kiss fervently, kneeling up and wrapping his arms around his Master, his fingers twining into the hair on the back of his neck. "Obi-Wan."

"I love you, Anakin," Obi-Wan whispered as the kiss broke in favor of necking. "But I had to wait until you were ready, until I knew you wanted me, too. You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, yes, Master," Anakin replied against the succulent skin he had found, wondering if he was dreaming. The hand he felt snaking into his still-unfastened leggings certainly seemed real.

"If we do this, Anakin," Obi-Wan continued against his padawan's ear, "then there can be no one else. I sent away the governor's daughter out of jealousy. I don't think I could stand it if-"

Anakin shushed his Master with a kiss, then gazed deeply into his eyes. "If I have you, I won't need anyone else."

Obi-Wan moaned, once more leaning in for a kiss. Anakin sighed against those sweet lips as the hand that had been tentatively circling his belly, boldly took hold of his cock.

True to his word, Anakin was still hard, and very close. Obi- Wan's `saber-callused fingers ghosting down the length of his erection was nearly more than he could stand, especially when coupled with the loving closeness of this man whom he'd desired for what seemed like forever. Since his very first wet dream, it had always been Obi-Wan in his thoughts, even through all the substitutes he'd managed to find. Now here was the real thing, and it was as good as his fantasies. Anakin moaned loudly and thrust into the hand that pleasured him.

Obi-Wan, hearing this, chuckled deep in his chest, enjoying the feel of the eager flesh in his hand, the eager tongue in his mouth. He and Anakin had never been quite right as Master and Apprentice, forced into it as they had been. Theirs had been a delicate friendship, sometimes approaching rivalry, the younger man always wise beyond his years, with abilities to match. As he had grown into manhood, Obi-Wan had come to notice him in a new way, to hope for a new sort of relationship between them. It had been difficult, being patient over the years, getting by with a few discreet trysts, his true desire so near and yet so far. But at long last he had been rewarded. He wanted to laugh, to dance, to sing his joy. Instead he trailed his fingers to the tip of the firm shaft in his hand and rubbed his palm across it, distributing the warm drop of pre-cum he found there.

Anakin jerked under the touch, grunting as he shoved his tongue even further into his Master's mouth, clutching at the broad shoulders for fear he would swoon. Obi-Wan seemed to know what he was doing, and it felt so good. All he needed was-

"Oh, yes, Master, unh," he whispered as the merciful hand stroked the length of him, and he came, hard. Then he found himself keening in heretofore-unknown pleasure as that hand milked every last drop of satisfaction from his quivering body.

"Love you, Anakin," he heard as he swam back towards awareness. Obi- Wan was leaning over him, kissing his forehead, having lowered him to sit back on his feet, steadying hands on his shoulders the only thing keeping him upright. The young apprentice gazed up at his mentor with glazed eyes.

"Are you alright?" There was a note of smug amusement in Obi-Wan's voice.

"Never better, Master."

Obi-Wan had only a moment's warning, as his padawan's content expression changed suddenly to that feral look he had come to know presaged naughtiness. But in this case, that was a good thing.

Anakin surged up on his knees, his swollen lips finding Obi-Wan's, as his hands traveled smoothly up his Master's thighs. "Your turn," he said between labial assaults.

Obi-Wan had the sense not to fight it, leaning back a little to allow better access as he felt hands firmly stroke his aroused cock and balls through the fabric of his leggings. Then those hands moved up, to unfasten the waistband, and tug insistently down on the material. The older Jedi leaned back on his hands, lifting his hips to allow the garment to be removed, all without breaking contact for a moment. Next he felt his belt being removed, his tunics opened. Only then did Anakin draw back.

The smoldering blue gaze flickered over the exposed skin before him. Then the blonde head ducked down, and Obi-Wan felt a warm tongue circle the head of his cock.

The Knight moaned, but barely had time to get it out before Anakin's talented tongue was on to other things. Starting at the base, it licked a trail along the sensitive cord to the tip, while a hand snaked up to fondle the sac below. Then a warm mouth closed over the head of Obi-Wan's cock and began to bob.

It seemed that the apprentice also knew what he was doing. And that this also would not take long.

Obi-Wan could hear the sucking noise as Anakin hollowed his cheeks on every upstroke. He could feel the tongue swirl around the glans, dipping beneath the foreskin, before the mouth once more took his entire length into its warmth. Then a hand was added to follow the mouth, stroking firmly, and he felt his balls begin to contract.

"Anakin, I-" he began, feeling he should warn his apprentice. But as he spoke, he looked down, and the sight of his own cock being engulfed by his padawan's lips – in reality, not just fantasy – well, it was just too much. With a breathy grunt, he pumped his essence into the waiting mouth.

There followed an eternity of bliss in which Anakin, having learned this skill from his Master as easily as he learned battle tactics, suckled and stroked the maximum amount of pleasure from his Master's organ. Obi-Wan was barely aware that he'd fallen back onto the bed. Distantly, he noted the mattress shifting as Anakin sat and then lay down beside him. With difficulty, he managed to roll toward his padawan and throw an arm over him.

They lay like that for a long time, as breathing slowly returned to normal, enjoying each other's warm presence. Obi-Wan stirred first.

"I'll be right back," he reassured, before heading for the `fresher, hobbling in his semi-clothed state. When he came out a few minutes later, he was nude. Anakin, who was sitting up, removing his boots, looked up.

"Master, you're beautiful," he breathed, his eyes drinking in the vision before him.

Obi-Wan smiled. "So are you, Padawan," he replied as he closed the too-great distance between them. "So are you." And leaning down to softly kiss his apprentice, he helped the younger man out of the rest of his clothes. Then he sat beside him, sharing gentle kisses while their hands explored each other's bodies. Obi-Wan's hand brushed Anakin's groin, and he was not terribly surprised to find his apprentice was hard again already.

He's seventeen – what did you expect? he thought wryly. Then, What am I getting myself into? Smiling, he pet the turgid organ gently with the back of his hand.

"Anakin?" he whispered, resting his forehead against the other man's, as he continued his soft strokes. "Have you ever had a male lover? Inside you, I mean?"

Anakin, his breath coming a bit faster again, answered with his eyes closed. "Only in my dreams."

Obi-Wan smiled at his apprentice's implied willingness. But it was not yet the right time for that learning experience. Perhaps a slightly simpler lesson. "Would you like to be inside me?"

Anakin's eyes shot open, and he nodded fervently, shaking their heads apart.

Obi-Wan chuckled again. Sometimes it was a lot of fun to be a teacher. Leaning down as Anakin watched expectantly, he rummaged in the pack tucked under the bed, came up with a dispenser of a lotion he particularly liked. Very slippery, and with a nice scent. He set it within reach on the nightstand, then laid full-length on the bed, urging his padawan to join him.

"Now, just as a woman requires some preparation, so does a man. Do as I do," he instructed. Then he softly kissed his student while his right hand found its way down his body to rest on one firmly muscled buttock. Dutifully, Anakin did the same with his left hand. Languidly, he squeezed and caressed the cheek and thigh. Anakin followed suit, causing an anticipatory tingle to start in his Master's groin. It was time to move on.

Reaching a little lower, Obi-Wan found the smooth piece of skin behind Anakin's balls. Then, slowly, gently, he trailed his finger up the cleft, not delving too deeply, just getting him used to the feel. He seemed to like it. The younger man moaned and replicated the motion on his Master's body, not quite as gently. In a hurry, are we? Obi-Wan thought amusedly. Well then…

Obi-Wan brought the finger back to its starting point, but this time pressed it deeper into the cleft, making sure to rub across the puckered opening there. He knew he'd found it when Anakin gasped into his mouth.

"Do you like that?" A moaning nod was the only answer, as Obi-Wan began to swirl his finger around the sensitive area. He could feel his own body responding to the mirrored stimulation it was getting. "Just wait," he promised. And he reached across his padawan to obtain a squirt of lotion. Anakin watched him with interest, grasping what was expected when his Master held out his lotion-globbed hand. Dipping his fingers into the creamy substance, he waited for his next instructions.

But he seemed to forget to reciprocate, his eyes closing and mouth opening, as Obi-Wan placed his now-slippery finger where it was needed.

"Oh, Master…"

"Touch me, Padawan," Obi-Wan urged, rocking his hips, rubbing his nearly-there erection against Anakin's insistent one. Anakin roused enough to get his hand into place, then tentatively circled Obi- Wan's hole with a fingertip. Obi-Wan could feel his body opening in anticipation. It was time to take it up another notch. Pressing more firmly, he allowed just the tip of one finger to penetrate the virgin ground.

"Mmmm," Anakin encouraged, mimicking the movement. But whereas his body was constricted, albeit pleasurably, around the invading digit, his own finger found little resistance, sinking into the prepared territory as if sucked by an unseen force. He seemed to find this even more stimulating than what was being done to him. "Obi-Wan, want you," he begged through a new bout of kisses.

"Almost, my love. Try another finger." And he did. Obi-Wan made a mental note as he did so to see to his padawan's fingernails in the morning, but chose to ignore that tiny detail for now. Instead he concentrated on the delicious feel of being filled, imagining what would come next. All the while, he continued to stroke against Anakin's opening, feeling it relax under his fingertips. It wouldn't be today, but sometime soon he fully intended to take Anakin as he was about to be taken.

The images that thought evoked were enough to make his cock rock hard, and his ass ready to be penetrated.

The younger man gave a tiny disappointed moan when Obi-Wan's fingertip was removed. But he got over his disappointment quickly as his Master's hand moved to his cock, and began to spread lotion all over it. He did a very thorough job, so that Anakin had almost forgotten the point until Obi-Wan whispered in his ear, "Take me," and moved away. When Anakin opened his eyes, he found his Master on hands and knees, waiting for him.

If that wasn't a sight to inspire, he didn't know what was.

Quickly, he moved into place behind the other man, grasping a slim hip with one hand and his slippery erection with the other. Aiming well, he began to push into the willing flesh.

"Slowly. Oh, yes. Wait there just a moment." Truly his padawan had grown into a man, Obi-Wan noted, as he felt himself stretched taut. He rocked forward and back on his knees, helping his body accommodate to the invasion. Behind him, he could hear his padawan's little noises as he fought to do as he was commanded and wait. When the Master felt the last bit of resistance melt away in the face of hot pleasure, he pushed back, hard. "Fuck me, Anakin."

"Yes, Master." His words were breathy, almost slurred, as he obeyed, thrusting his hips forward until his swollen cock was sunk to the balls in his Master's body.

Words were not needed after that. Anakin began to thrust hard, his long-denied need driving him on, forcing excited grunts from the body before him. The feel of his Master surrounding him was different than anything he'd felt before, as were the masculine skin and curves under his gripping hands. It was, incredibly, even better than he's dreamed, and he sensed his orgasm building deep inside him.

Obi-Wan had to brace himself against his padawan's onslaught, but he had no complaint. Whereas he usually required some manual stimulation during penetration to reach orgasm, his lover's enthusiasm, and his own imagination picturing the cock entering him and the body it adjoined, was doing quite nicely. He thought he would come soon, desperately wanted to come around that beautiful cock. Angling his hips in just the right way to make the filling organ stroke against just the right spot inside him, he pushed back, increasing the tempo. Oh, yes, that's it. Groaning his release loudly, he pumped hot semen onto the sheets beneath him.

Behind him, Anakin was ready to explode, but holding back as best he could, reluctant for this experience to end. When he felt Obi-Wan's already impossibly tight passage constrict around him, heard his Master vocalizing his pleasure, he could no longer hold back. Pulling his Master to him, he thrust as deeply as possible, throwing his head back in exultation as the waves of pleasure crested and broke. He wanted to stretch it out, to stroke into that tight ass forever, but his legs would not hold him up. Soon he was collapsing onto a sweaty Obi-Wan, wrapping his arms around the other man as his softening cock slowly slipped from its sheath.

"Oh, Master…that was…amazing," Anakin breathed between sloppy, exhausted kisses to the broad back in his arms. Much as he craved the contact, though, the heat their two bodies were generating was overwhelming, and he rolled away, flopping onto his back with a sigh, letting the air cool him.

Beside him, Obi-Wan propped himself up on an elbow to smile at his sated padawan. Unable to resist, he reached out to stroke the expanse of golden skin.

"Comfortable?"

"Uh-huh." Anakin's eyes were closed as he arched up against his Master's touch.

"Afraid I'm not. This bed seems to have gotten a little…sticky. Why don't we sleep in your bed tonight?"

The word "we" earned a glance and a smile.

"Okay," Anakin replied, sitting up. "I'll go, uh, get the room ready." And scooting to the end of the bed, he was off through the adjoining door.

Obi-Wan watched him, chuckling. The other room was probably a horrible mess. If only I'd known this was what it took to make him clean it. Smiling widely, he began to clean himself up.

A few minutes later, Obi-Wan padded into his apprentice's room to find it, if not immaculate, at least on the neat side. Anakin lay on the bed under a thin sheet, looking a little nervous. He scooted over at his Master's approach.

"Good night, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, palming the lights off as he crossed the room. Lifting the sheet, he slipped in beside his padawan, throwing an arm across his stomach.

"Good night, Master," came the reply as the younger man cuddled up a little closer.

They lay in companionable silence for a while, listening to each other's heartbeat, getting used to being so close. Anakin had never spent a night with anyone before, and he found it…warm, nice, reassuring. Arousing.

"Obi-Wan?" he ventured quietly into the darkness. When he heard an answering inquisitive grunt, he went on. "Would you like to…be inside me?"

A chuckle he could feel more than hear emanated from the solid chest beside him. "Very much, Padawan. But while you may be seventeen, I'm not anymore. Besides, I didn't bring the lotion. Tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay."

Another minute of silence passed, in which Anakin tried not to think about tomorrow, but failed miserably.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan's warm voice arose. "I love you, do you know that?"

"Yes, Master." The amusement was audible in Anakin's voice as it occurred to him that his Master had told him that four times in just the last hour. The amusement vanished as he realized he had never replied in kind.

"I love you, too, Obi-Wan," he said seriously.

The only response was for the hand on his stomach to move purposefully toward the nearby tent in the sheets.


Part 2: Tomorrow

"The day is almost over, Master," Anakin said quietly. He had come up behind Obi-Wan, who stood in the doorway to the cockpit of the freighter they were riding back to Coruscant, watching the stars stretch to infinity as they made the jump to hyperspace.

Obi-Wan smiled, enjoying the new lilt to the way his apprentice said `Master'. It made him want to lean back against the strong body behind him. Then he caught the rest of his Padawan's meaning, and he felt his face growing hot.

"Thank you, Captain," he said quickly. "If there are any problems, we will be in our cabin…meditating." And he turned and gestured for Anakin to precede him down the little hallway.

"You were flirting with her," Anakin said over his shoulder as they walked past several cargo areas toward the tiny passenger section.

"What?" his Master asked. He was momentarily distracted by the close-up view of his Padawan bent over, his long, lean frame too tall for the pipe-and-vent-cluttered corridor.

"You were flirting with her. Captain Meskir. She is rather pretty, even for a Chalactan."

"I was not," Obi-Wan responded defensively, not realizing how much he sounded like his apprentice. "We were merely having polite conversation."

"Oh, I wasn't accusing, Master. I know you can't help it if everyone you meet is attracted to you."

"Hmph," Obi-Wan responded, deciding not to argue; if he had that `problem' he was sure his apprentice did, too. "And if we were flirting…does that bother you?"

They had reached the portal to their room, and Anakin was able to stand up and turn around. "Not anymore," he answered, smiling broadly and arching a brow as he opened the door to their shared quarters. He stepped aside to allow Obi-Wan to enter first, but not so far aside to avoid their bodies brushing up against each other. The Master smiled appreciatively as he passed.

Once inside, Obi-Wan wasted no time stripping off his belt and tunics, tossing them onto the canvas bag stuffed in one corner of the tiny room. When he turned to sit on one of the cots and remove his boots, he realized Anakin was still standing, just inside the now closed door, watching him.

"What are you doing, Anakin?"

"Watching the show," came the cheeky reply.

Obi-Wan smiled and went back to his boots. "Did you buy a ticket?" he teased. "This is an exclusive club."

"Lifetime pass."

"That must have been very expensive," Obi-Wan played along, as he tucked his boots under the cot, then stood up.

"I was willing to pay any price," his apprentice answered, the playfulness in his voice and face turning to seriousness as he took a step towards his Master, his eyes devouring the half-naked man.

"Then I'd better give you your money's worth," Obi-Wan rejoined. And with one step he closed the gap between them.

Like two strong magnets, they came together, their lips meeting in a searing kiss as their arms circled each other. The difference in their heights meant that Anakin had to lean down a bit, his leverage bending the shorter man. It made Anakin feel in control, powerful, making his already inflamed senses reel. It made Obi-Wan feel controlled, overpowered, and he relaxed into the feeling, reveling in it. He hadn't felt anything like it since…but that was a long time ago.

The kiss broke, both men panting, their embrace loosening. Obi- Wan's hands found their way to Anakin's belt, began to undress him. Anakin let his hands explore the broad back of his Master, content to be undressed, his mind focused entirely on what was to come. On Obi-Wan's promise of the day before.

"I want you, Obi-Wan," he whispered, his lips gracing the older man's forehead and temple with kisses. "I want you inside me. I want to feel you inside me."

Obi-Wan groaned, his fingers moving faster on his Padawan's fastenings. "I want you, too, my love. You have no idea how much."

Anakin thought he did have some idea, if the huskiness of his Master's voice, the wildness in his eyes, and the hard bulge he kept pressing against his lover's thigh were any indication. Faced with that evidence, he couldn't help himself. He bent to capture his Master's lips once more, inadvertently forcing him to step back, toward the bed. Anakin followed, desperate to maintain their contact.

Until Obi-Wan suddenly fell out from under him.

Anakin opened his eyes to find his Master sitting before him on the cot, his golden head at navel height, his hands still tangled in his apprentice's half-open tunic.

"Master…" Anakin breathed, not sure whether he meant it as an apology or a declaration of love, the single word conveying all his feelings at once. Reaching out, he caressed Obi-Wan's cheek tenderly.

Obi-Wan looked up, their eyes locking as the older man kissed the younger man's palm. Then he leaned forward and, pulling aside the fabric before him, placed a kiss on his apprentice's exposed abdomen.

Anakin groaned, his eyes closing, his hand fisting in his lover's silky hair, as the vibrating passion that had filled his body since they entered the room seemed to coalesce into one shining point just a bit south of where his Master's lips continued to create magic against his skin.

"Anakin," those magic lips whispered. Then strong hands were running up Anakin's chest to the shoulder, pushing off the leather hauberk, the tunics, everything in their way. Barely had the garments slipped down to fall unheeded to the floor, but Obi-Wan's hands were making short work of the remaining impediments. Anakin felt his trousers sliding over his hips, and opened his eyes in time to see his Master nuzzle his throbbing cock with his long nose.

"Oh, Force, Obi-Wan, please," he breathed, not really sure what he was pleading for, when what he was getting was so wonderful. As he watched, his Master traced a wet trail along the length of him with his tongue, before placing soft lips around the weeping head. Involuntarily, Anakin's hips thrust forward, and Obi-Wan's mouth expanded to take him. Anakin gasped and thrust again, voluntarily this time.

To his surprise, Obi-Wan pulled back.

"Not yet. I want you to come with me inside you."

Anakin could only whimper in agreement as his Master stood, and taking his unresisting Padawan by the shoulders, maneuvered him into a reclining position on the cot. As Obi-Wan finished undressing him, and them himself, Anakin lay still, trembling with anticipation. All day he had thought about this moment, all through the interminable wedding, the packing, and finally the boarding of their ship. Obi-Wan's promise had carried him through, allowed him to tolerate the effusive thanks from both sides of the planetary conflict, the narrow-eyed stares from the bride. But now that it was here, he felt inadequate, unsure, and desperate all at once.

Obi-Wan had finished stripping, and now looked down at his Padawan with loving eyes. Anakin's hands were at his sides, his knees drawn up, his eyes wide. Obi-Wan placed his hands on those knees and urged them gently apart as he sat near his apprentice's feet.

"Anakin," he began, as he ran his hands up the slowly spreading thighs. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Master."

"Call me Obi-Wan when we are…together." His lips followed the trail his hands had blazed.

"Yes, Mas- Obi-Wan."

"I want to bring you pleasure." His lips had reached his apprentice's groin, so he moved to the other thigh. "But you must promise to tell me if I do anything you do not like."

"I promise, Ma- Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan smiled against his apprentice's flesh, glad to get that out of the way. It was always important in a relationship, but especially in a Master/Apprentice relationship, to make sure the subordinate did not feel coerced in any way. He remembered how much he had wanted to feel an equal role with his own Master.

Having adequately attended to the now-wide-open thighs, Obi-Wan dipped his warm tongue to the base of Anakin's penis, then suckled there a moment before moving slowly upward. The Padawan took in a long, deep breath. "You can also tell me if I do anything you do like," Obi-Wan added, humor warming his voice.

"Mmmm," Anakin murmured, and was about to say more when a warm tongue licked across his balls, stealing his breath.

Obi-Wan, figuring by this response that he could put that move on the "like" list, did it again. And again, bathing Anakin's balls with his warm, soft tongue, tracing the sensitive line that bisected them, and finally taking each testicle one at a time into his mouth, all accompanied by the younger man's blissful moans. It was only when he dipped even lower that he finally got a verbal response.

"Oh, Force, yes!" Anakin exclaimed, as his tingling balls were moved gently out of the way and he felt something warm and wet circle his anus. All the time he'd spent imagining being filled by his Master had made that part of his body extra sensitive, and now he was reaping the reward for his patience.

Obi-Wan, holding Anakin's sac out of the way with one hand to provide his tongue access, moaned at his Padawan's responsiveness. Not only was Anakin scrupulously clean – he had obviously prepared before interrupting his Master's flirting session with the Captain – but Obi-Wan could already feel him opening, relaxing under his ministrations. This was going to go even better than he'd hoped.

Continuing to stimulate the puckered opening with his tongue, Obi- Wan reached up with his free hand to gently stroke the rock hard organ above him. Only a little, though; he wanted Anakin to be aching for release when his Master finally entered him.

The proper amount of stimulation applied, judged by the noises Anakin was making, Obi-Wan brought his hand back down. After taking a moment to coat his index finger with saliva, a moment which seemed an eternity to Anakin, the older man applied the slippery digit to the waiting hole, and pressed. There hadn't been time to see to Anakin's needy fingernails that day, but Obi-Wan had made it a point to manicure his own. The finger slipped in easily up to the first knuckle.

Anakin gasped at the sensation, unexpected even though anticipated, and his body tightened around the invasion.

"Relax, Anakin, my love," Obi-Wan soothed, moving so that he could get his mouth on Anakin's cock once more. A few warm, deep strokes, and he felt his apprentice loosening. "That's it. Enjoy it. It feels good, doesn't it? This is what you want, isn't it?"

The sound of his Master's rich voice was almost as pleasurable to Anakin as what his mouth and finger were doing. "Yes, yes," the apprentice sighed, his body slowly catching up to his mind in appreciation of the internal stimulation he was getting. It was an unusual feeling, not exactly pleasurable, but not unpleasant. But he so wanted to take all of that finger, to show his Master what he wanted from him, to please Obi-Wan, that he forced himself to push down.

Obi-Wan felt him move, let him, let his finger be engulfed. He could also feel Anakin tense up as he was entered too quickly, and immediately, but smoothly, pulled the digit back out.

Anakin was about to cry out, to pull back, to admit he couldn't go through with it, as he felt Obi-Wan's finger push through virgin territory. But the sensation that washed over him as that finger was removed changed his mind. Maybe it was worth it, that strange feeling of being penetrated, for this.

"Do that again," he whispered, "but slower." And he concentrated on relaxing, accepting what was to come.

Obi-Wan complied with his Padawan's wishes, pressing his finger back into the younger man's body while simultaneously swirling his tongue around the head of his cock. When his finger met some resistance, he continued to press, firmly but gently. When the digit was completely engulfed, he pulled it back out, slowly. Anakin had lain very still throughout, but on this last stroke he moaned softly.

"Better?" Obi-Wan asked quietly.

"Yes."

"More?"

"Yes."

"A moment." Obi-Wan placed a farewell kiss on his Padawan's cock as he carefully removed his finger. Then he turned to retrieve the bottle of lotion from his pack. Only a few moments had passed when he returned and placed two warm, slippery hands on his Padawan's body. One wrapped around the straining cock, one cupped a muscular buttock. "You're doing wonderfully, my love," Obi-Wan said huskily, as he began to stroke the shaft with one hand, the other pressed not one but two fingertips into the partially prepared opening. They slid in much easier this time. "It's going to feel so good, for both of us, when I am inside you."

Anakin whimpered, his thighs spreading even wider, his body melting under the caress of his Master's hands and voice. How had he ever considered stopping this, when it felt so good? Some magical connection seemed to have been made between his ass and his cock, each stimulation of one seeming to travel straight to the other. A connection that was only strengthened when Obi-Wan's long fingers were finally all the way in, and the tips brushed against a particularly pleasurable spot Anakin hadn't known he had.

"Oh, M- Obi-Wan," Anakin panted, twitching from this unexpected, but very welcome, new stimulation. "I- I think I'm ready." All he wanted right now was to feel that same spot stimulated by his Master's cock, to know he was giving his Master as much pleasure as he was getting.

"Almost," Obi-Wan said, smiling. Always in a hurry, he thought. Although, he had to admit his apprentice really was doing well, he could feel his body opening. But he wanted to be completely sure, to make this as easy and painless as possible. And he was very much enjoying the sight of Anakin giving in to pleasure at his hands. Almost as much as he planned to enjoy fucking him later.

Very slowly, Obi-Wan drew out his two fingers and added a third before pressing back in. He expected a new round of tightening resistance to overcome, but was pleasantly surprised to find none. Glancing up, he found Anakin watching him.

"Please, Obi-Wan, fuck me." Unbeknownst to Obi-Wan, Anakin had belatedly remembered some focused meditation techniques he'd learned from Yoda to relax his trembling muscles. That his focus was on something Yoda had probably never considered was probably best kept a secret.

"Oh, Anakin," Obi-Wan breathed, overcome by the love and need he saw in those eyes, and the way the beautiful young body was responding to him. Ahead of the curve, as usual. He couldn't help but agree; it was time.

Very slowly, Obi-Wan let his fingers slide out of his apprentice. Then he stood, leaning over to kiss his full lips. "On your knees," he whispered.

Anakin flipped over so fast he nearly knocked his Master to the floor. Obi-Wan, who had jumped out of the way just in time, took a long moment to appreciate the gorgeous young man on his knees, before reaching for another dollop of lubricant. This time he prepared his own cock, making sure to thoroughly coat it before positioning himself behind his apprentice.

"We'll do this at your pace, Anakin," Obi-Wan explained, as he stroked the muscular buttocks before him. "You decide how much you want, all right?"

"Yes, please, just take me, Obi-Wan."

His cock twitching at the need he heard in his lover's voice, Obi- Wan couldn't wait any longer. Spreading Anakin's cheeks with one hand, he aimed himself with the other and pushed gently forward.

Anakin moaned as he was entered. He had indeed been well prepared, and the entire head of Obi-Wan's cock sunk in effortlessly. Before he had any inkling of difficulty, he felt his Master pulling out.

"Wha-?" he protested, wanting that fullness again, wanting even more. He lifted his head to look over his shoulder at Obi-Wan.

"Shh, I'm not going anywhere," the older man soothed, pushing back in even as they spoke, this time going just a little further.

Anakin's eyes closed, his breathing grew deep, as he once again focused on relaxing. It was working; his Master was inside him. It was all he'd ever wanted. Now he wanted nothing more than to take that entire beautiful cock up his ass. Single-mindedly focused, he pushed back, hard.

A jolting pain brought his eyes snapping open, as his traitorous body rejected what his mind wanted. Involuntarily, he jerked forward, away from the invading organ.

"Slower, darling," he heard his Master say soothingly, as warm hands caressed his back. "We'll get through this last bit, but you mustn't rush." Gently, Obi-Wan pulled his apprentice back upright and applied the tip of his turgid cock to the contracted opening. "Short, gentle strokes, let it happen," he continued to explain as he felt the young body before him relax a little once more. With his hands on Anakin's hips, he urged the young man to move, while he held his own body still.

Anakin quickly got the idea, beginning a gentle rocking motion that allowed his Master's cock deeper and deeper into him. It was difficult to judge just how much he had taken; all he knew was that it wasn't enough. When he felt that magical spot inside him again, when Obi-Wan's body was pressed firmly against his, only then would it be enough, only then would he be satisfied. And yet, at the same time, the unfamiliarity of what he was feeling and the memory of the pain held him back. Soon Obi-Wan's cock was buried as deep as before, and still his last internal barrier held fast.

"I can't, Obi-Wan," he panted finally, pleadingly. "I want to, but-"

"It's okay, Anakin. We can stop if you want. But first, try touching yourself."

Anakin blinked, hardly believing he had heard right. But he was willing to try anything for Obi-Wan, and the way his neglected cock throbbed when he thought of it, it seemed a sensible suggestion. Snaking one hand down his belly, he took himself in hand, stroked firmly.

"That's it," Obi-Wan praised, inferring through the movement of the sheets what he couldn't see. "Now imagine how good it's going to feel when I'm completely inside you. Picture my cock disappearing into you."

Anakin groaned, his eyes tightly shut. He could indeed picture that, mingled it with memories of his own cock thrusting into his Master just the night before. Hardly realizing he was doing it, he pushed back as he stroked himself even more firmly.

Above him, his Master was imagining much the same montage of images. It was all he could do not to shove himself deep into the tight ass before him, but he managed. Anticipating being completely engulfed, appreciating every millimeter gained towards that goal, he had his head thrown back, a look of concentrated, yearning bliss on his face, when he felt his balls slap against his apprentice's ass.

It took a moment for Anakin to notice; he was more focused on the internal stimulation he was getting, having found that magic spot again, his strokes getting longer and harder as he sought to maximize pressure on it. When he did realize he had taken his Master's entire impressive erection, a wave of warmth, relief, and need washed through him.

"Obi-Wan, fuck me!" he called.

His Master was ready and willing to oblige.

When he'd felt himself bottom out inside his Padawan, Obi-Wan's fingers had gripped the younger man's hips as he fought the desperate urge to plough into the tight passageway. Now, even as he heard his apprentice begging for just that, he still controlled himself. Taking one long, slow stroke, out and in, to make sure Anakin felt no pain, he gasped at the incredible sensation of hot flesh pulling at him, surrounding him, surrendering to him. When, on the second stroke, he felt Anakin pushing against him, he lost all ability to be careful.

"Anakin, Force, you feel good!" And he pushed into his apprentice energetically.

"Yes, just like that!" Anakin grunted back. His hand was pumping the length of his cock in time with Obi-Wan's thrusts, the two feelings mingling in a spiraling wave of ecstasy that was rising in him, flooding him. He felt hot, breathless, frantic for release, until finally- "I'm coming, oh, yeah…"

Liquid heat spurted from him, but that feeling was overwhelmed by the deep contractions he could feel inside, magnified by being stretched around Obi-Wan's hard cock. He was so tight, he couldn't bear it. It was wonderful. And it went on and on.

Above, Obi-Wan heard his Padawan's words, his inarticulate animal joy, felt the young body constrict so tightly around him that he could hardly move. It was wonderful. He let it wash over him, fill his senses, and when it reached his groin, he released it. With a heavy moan, he came deep inside Anakin's body.

Both men felt their knees giving way, and sank awkwardly to the bed, Obi-Wan's softening organ slipping out as he rolled beside his apprentice. The Master felt a deep need to touch his Padawan, to hold him, to kiss him. Pulling the younger man into his arms, back to chest, he nuzzled his sweat-spiked hair as he tried to contact as much or their skin surfaces as possible.

"Thank you, love," Obi-Wan murmured over and over, overwhelmed by the love he felt for this man, who trusted him so completely, had given of himself so completely.

To his surprise, Anakin laughed.

"Thank me? Thank you!" he corrected, turning in his Master's arms to look him in the eye, and grace him with a satisfied smile.

"All right," Obi-Wan said, returning the smile. "We'll agree to thank each other."

"On a daily basis," Anakin rejoined, enjoying the banter, and the genuine happiness on his Master's face. He would do anything to keep him that happy. He was already looking forward to his next opportunity as he tucked his head under Obi-Wan's chin and let himself relax into sleep.


Part 3: Secrets

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker strode down the boarding ramp of the freighter early the next morning.

Well, for them it seemed early, but on Coruscant it was the middle of the afternoon. The vagaries of space travel and differing planetary times often bothered Anakin. It was almost a tradition for him to complain about it whenever they landed.

But not today. Today, Anakin wore a dazzling smile and walked with a new spring in his step. Sure, every one of those steps jarred a certain, rather sensitive, part of his anatomy, but that only made his smile widen. In fact, he had made a conscious decision in the night not to heal himself, but to let the soreness be a constant reminder of his love for Obi-Wan. That and his Master's last words to him on the freighter, "Remember I love you," had him practically floating on air as they reached the bottom of the ramp.

Then Obi-Wan shot such a look over his shoulder that Anakin's stride faltered. Looking up, he saw Mace Windu heading towards them. Confused, he fell a step behind, a much less happy expression now on his face.

"Obi-Wan, Anakin," the senior Master acknowledged them, with a slight bow. They returned the greeting. "I'm sorry to intercept you like this, Obi-Wan, but your opinion is urgently needed. There has been another crisis on Dipcun."

"Of course," Obi-Wan said smoothly. He was considered the resident expert on the Dipcun situation, having dealt with that system's many problems several times over the years. "Anakin, you go unpack. I will see you later."

"But-" Anakin started to protest. He realized it was selfish, but he didn't want to be away from his Master for even a moment.

"That is an order, young one."

Nostrils flaring, Anakin managed to bite out a "Yes, Master," before taking off for his rooms.

"'Young one?'" Anakin muttered as he slammed his door shut a few minutes later. "And what was that look about?"

Ripping open his bag, he upended it, letting the contents fall onto the floor, where they blended with other discarded clothing and various electronic parts. Then he tossed the bag in the vicinity of the closet, with considerably more force than necessary.

"Was that it, then? Did it mean nothing to him?" he asked the room. When it remained stubbornly silent, he sat heavily on the bed, his head in his hands.

That posture reminded him of the night before, and his eyes squeezed shut in non-physical agony. Compared to that, the physical reminder was of little consequence. But the physical reminder he could at least do something about.

Laying full length on the bed, he began a healing trance. Just before he managed to clear his mind, he heard a rich voice saying "Remember I love you" and felt a single hot tear rolling down his temple.

Some time later, Anakin was sitting in his only chair, tinkering half-heartedly with a broken data reader, when his door swished open to reveal Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"Come in," the Padawan said, as though his Master had chimed. There was a touch of wariness and bitterness in his voice that he didn't like, so he took a moment to center himself as he set down the reader and his tools. When he turned back, his Master was perched on the edge of the bed.

"Anakin, we-"

"What the hell is going on?" Anakin demanded, his attempt at calmness proving fruitless.

Obi-Wan sighed. He knew this conversation came too late, that he should have made time for it earlier. But they had used up their time together with…other things. There was no help for it now.

"I'm sorry, Anakin. I should have discussed this with you before. But it is imperative that our new relationship remain secret."

"Why?" Anakin burst out. "Are you ashamed of me? Are you afraid other people might realize that the Great Obi-Wan Kenobi is human after all?"

"Of course not," Obi-Wan replied, keeping his own voice calm with difficulty. "You know the rules, Anakin. Masters and their Apprentices are not supposed to-"

"Oh, yeah? Tell that to Adi Gallia and Siri Tachi."

"That is only a rumor, no one-"

"What about Gib-Ot-Fa and Mikas? They are openly bonded!"

"Yes, but they waited until Mikas passed the Trials. The rules are very clear, Anakin. If we were found out-"

"What? It's not like they would throw both of us out of the Order!" Anakin added a guffaw for emphasis. The very idea was obviously ludicrous to him.

"No, but…they could separate us."

"Oh, sure, they say that, but have they ever really-"

"Yes, they have. I know…because it almost happened to me."

Anakin checked his interruption just in time, stopping with his mouth open, the rhythm of his quick, harsh retorts broken. His brain processed the words, but it took a minute for the full implications to sink in.

"You… You and Qui-Gon?"

Obi-Wan just nodded resignedly, while Anakin watched him, his face softening. Gracefully, he moved from the chair to sit beside his Master on the bed.

"So, you…and him…and you got caught?" he asked quietly, one hand rubbing Obi-Wan's back soothingly.

"Not exactly. We were never lovers," the older man explained. Anakin deserved to know the whole truth, he could see that now. "As soon as we both expressed…interest in each other, I…I knew there were rules, so…I sought out advice. From Yoda."

"And what did he say?"

Obi-Wan sighed, scrubbed his face with his hands. "He called us before the Council and ordered us to maintain a strict Master/Apprentice relationship, or be separated."

"So what did you do?"

"What could we do?" Obi-Wan searched his Padawan's eyes pleadingly, hoping he could understand. "We were monitored constantly from then on. There was no way we could have hidden it if we had tried to be lovers. So we waited, promising each other we would bond when I became a Knight."

"And then he… Oh, Obi-Wan." And Anakin took his Master into his arms, holding him tightly. "I'm so sorry." After Qui-Gon's death, they had both dealt with their grief in their own way, Anakin interpreting Obi-Wan's pain as the loss of a father figure. He'd had no idea of the depth of his Master's true feelings for the man.

"It's all right, Anakin," Obi-Wan reassured his Padawan, hugging him back firmly. "Now that I have you, it's all right." He pulled back, needing to see his lover's face. He was grateful that the young man was being so understanding, but he needed him to understand everything. "Qui-Gon's last lesson to me was not to set aside life until later. He said it often, `Live in the moment. Be mindful of the present.' But we didn't; we weren't. I won't make that same mistake again." His hands tightened on his Padawan's shoulders, and he gazed deeply into his eyes as he finished. "So, do you understand why we must keep this our secret?"

"Yes, Obi-Wan, of course." Anakin nodded seriously, trying to convey his absolute agreement, while his mind looped and delved into horrible possibilities. What if Obi-Wan were killed, too? How would he live without him? Would he be able to go on as bravely as Obi-Wan had, if the man he loved died in his arms?

Suddenly his eyes lit up, and he smiled a sad, sweet smile.

"Do you think, Master, that maybe…he knew?"

"Knew? Knew what?" Obi-Wan was completely lost by his Padawan's mood shift.

"Qui-Gon. Do you think he knew that we…would be together?" Anakin replied, becoming more animated as the beauty of his idea took hold. "His last words, when he told you to train me, maybe he had Seen, maybe what he really meant…"

Obi-Wan's face took on the same bittersweet expression. It was a nice interpretation. All those years of wondering why his Master's last words had not been for him, had not consisted of endearments, or regrets, or wishes for him, but for a boy his Master hardly knew. All those years of resenting what had felt at the time like a burden but had grown into a gift. How nice to think the Qui-Gon had intended it that way from the beginning.

"Yes, Anakin, maybe he did know. Maybe he did intend this to happen. If so, I have even more to thank him for than I thought."

They both smiled then, sitting there on the bed together, their arms around each other. It was only natural to lean in, for their lips to touch. Obi-Wan meant for it to be a quick kiss – they didn't need anyone wondering why Master Kenobi stayed so long in his Padawan's rooms. But the sweetness of their newfound closeness was still too sharp. It overwhelmed him, made him desperate for more. When he felt Anakin's tongue slip into his mouth, he welcomed it gladly.

Anakin, too, was in no hurry to break their contact. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned his Master back until he was laying down, his feet still on the floor, Anakin half on top of him.

"I shouldn't stay," Obi-Wan whispered against persistent, demanding lips.

"Just a little while? Please?" returned Anakin's plea, as his hand skimmed his Master's chest, his leg, his groin.

"Yes." It was more a sigh than a word.

Anakin smiled as his Master relaxed underneath him, his eyes closing. The younger man placed one last kiss on his lover's delectable lips, then moved on. First he trailed his way over the red-gold beard until he found the smooth skin of his Master's throat. There he lingered, feeling the pulse that beat so strongly, tasting the salty, musky sweetness that was so uniquely Obi-Wan. Trailing his hand back up to the neck of the older man's tunic, he let his fingers slip underneath the layers of cloth to delicately pet the warm skin underneath.

Deeper he went, searching for and finally finding one tiny nipple, rubbing it gently, and then more firmly as he felt his Master purring at the contact. When it had stiffened under his ministrations, Anakin moved his hand across the muscular chest toward the other side, while at the same time his lips migrated to an ear.

Obi-Wan lay under his Padawan, sighing and moaning as quietly as he could. He felt weightless, swimming in sensation. Never had he felt so loved, never had he been so worshipped. His previous encounters had usually been short, furtive, and with partners he cared for as no more than a friend. Those had been shallow. This was deep.

"Anakin," he said reverently, turning his head to capture his Padawan's lips, needing that most intimate contact. Without even realizing it, he also reached out with the Force, pulling his Padawan to him. Also without realizing it, Anakin responded in kind.

If there had been an observer, and he had been wearing some sort of Force-revealing glasses, he would have been blinded by the brilliance of the Living Force energy which suddenly filled the room. Unwittingly transported on a wave of their own making, Obi- Wan and Anakin, for the first time in their lives, truly entered the Moment.

Completely forgotten were their day-to-day concerns, their most deeply ingrained inhibitions, the new worries of their new relationship. In that moment, they knew nothing but their love for each other, and it was enough.

Swirling, spiraling ever higher, their bodies and minds locked in an embrace both physical and metaphorical, the Force filled them, blessed them. Until, at last, with a final mind-numbingly intense burst, it overflowed, and they fell apart, gasping for air as the energy slowly drained from the room.

~~~~

Far above, Yoda, deep in meditation, suddenly gasped, too, his eyes flying open. "Hrm?" he muttered, before settling back down, his eyes closing once more.

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"Wow," Anakin breathed after several minutes had passed. It had taken him that long to regain control of his body. He did not feel paralyzed, just detached in a strangely pleasant way. Mentally, he performed a quick inventory, discovering that he had orgasmed during… whatever had just happened, a warm damp spot pressing against his softening erection. Somehow, it seemed beside the point. "Wow," he said again. There didn't seem to be any other word for it.

"Uh-huh," Obi-Wan grunted in agreement from where he lay nearby. He was also belatedly finding an unexpected wet spot as he began to stir. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, and turned to look at his Padawan. They shared a tired smile as each noted how beautiful the other looked, as though lit up from the inside.

Then the Moment slipped away, and reality came crashing back into the vacuum.

"I really should go," Obi-Wan said reluctantly. As the Master, he felt it incumbent upon him that he should take responsibility for their secrecy. But he didn't have to like it.

"I know," Anakin replied, with equal reluctance.

There was another long pause while they simply stared into each other's eyes, and Obi-Wan tried to muster enough will power to actually leave.

"Oh, I haven't told you," the Master said suddenly, remembering. "We leave for Dipcun tomorrow."

"Again?"

Obi-Wan smiled wryly at the familiar whining tone in his Padawan's reply. It made him acutely aware of how young Anakin was.

"It will be good, you'll see. We'll have one of the two-seater fighters – there was no commercial transport headed that way in time. I'll let you fly-" That definitely perked up Anakin's expression. "-and we'll get to be alone. So we don't have to be so careful. Whereas, as long as we're in the Temple…"

"I know, I know." Anakin rolled his eyes at what he considered Obi- Wan's usual harping.

But his Master had just had another thought. "You didn't…tell anyone today, did you?"

"No," Anakin said dismissively, then at Obi-Wan's look added, "I swear. I stayed here in my room all afternoon. Sulking." And he smiled self-deprecatingly, looking up at his Master through long eyelashes.

"Good," Obi-Wan responded, satisfied. "We should act normally. So you need to sulk-" There was just enough teasing in his Master's voice to keep Anakin from attempting a retort. "-and I need to be a grumpy old stick-in-the-mud-" Anakin's smile grew even wider at that. "-so that no one asks what's gotten into us lately."

"Okay, Master," Anakin replied, enjoying himself. "I think I can work up a good public sulk in the morning. Perhaps a temper tantrum as well."

"Don't overdo it, Anakin." Obi-Wan, finally feeling up to moving, leaned over to kiss Anakin's nose. "And now, I really do need to go." And standing, he adjusted his tunics before taking one last, long look at his Padawan, still sprawled on the too-small bed. "Good night, Anakin."

"Good night, Obi-Wan."

And with a swish of the door, he was gone.


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