Seasons may change: Answer to November Challenge
Title: Seasons may change
Pairing: Obi/Ani
Timeframe: Mid RotS, minus the Padme
Rating: R to NC-17. It's not rape, it’s the sex he didn’t want to have... that’s an icon somewhere... I think... And there’s pedophile, etc...
A/N: Based on the idea that the Jedi's were like the Samurai and the the learners were to service their master. And yeah, ignoring the robotic arm here... Thanks izumitakamiya, I missed you in school today
Disclaimer: All belongs to Georgie; Title is slightly Moulin-Rougish for Come What May
Change happens all too gradually, Obi-Wan noted wisely as he woke up in the early morning. He lay in Anakin's arms. He turned his head and smiled at the sleeping figure, so peaceful... He shuddered slightly at the thought of the Anakin who had made love, no, fucked him last night. He was... an exact opposite of the Anakin he had watched grow up.
It was the way of the Jedi, of course, to recieve service from their padawans. And with a padawan as bold and amazing at Anakin... Obi-Wan had hardly thought twice about taking that service as soon as he had gained Anakin's trust. Anakin had accepted quietly what he was to do for his master. His obedience almost frightened Obi-Wan from taking what was his.
The first night had been in silence. Obi-Wan had roused Anakin late at night.
"Strip." He had stuttered, unable to believe what he was going to do. He had caressed the preteen gently, trying to tell him with touches everything was okay. Anakin had nodded silently, biting his lip as Obi-Wan prepared him. Brave little Ani.
Obi-Wan, had taken the boy slowly, trying to prevent any harm, but wincing inwardly as the boy shruddered as he was penetrated. He had taken him from behind, to spare himself the pain of looking into the boy's innocent face. Of course, the boy was too young to get anything in turn from this action, which Obi-Wan had guilted himself for afterwards. But the feeling of dominating... one had only felt once in two blue moons on Tatooine...
And that's who it was for several years. Every couple of nights, Obi-Wan would enter his padawan's chambers and take what, by Jedi order, was his. Soon, Obi-Wan become more aware that Anakin wasn't, well, as little.
The first time he had noticed was when, on a night when he was preparing to rouse Anakin, he found the boy, sprawled on the bed, his hand over his well-sized cock. Obi-Wan had stared transfixed as he watched his Padawan get himself off. The following night, he watched Anakin's face while he took him. He watched the ecstatic look come over the teen's face as he came in Obi-Wan's hand, which set him off as well.
Sometimes Anakin would ride his master, impaling himself on Obi-Wan's cock, or Anakin would kneel and take Obi-Wan's length into his mouth. It wasn't always at night either. Obi-Wan recalled one or twice when he had caught his padawan in the refresher. To be honest, there wasn't a surface in their living space they hadn't made love on during that time.
Soon came Anakin's knighthood, and that night, for the first time, he had allowed Anakin to take him. But the fact he wanted Anakin inside him... it made it better than the thousands of times Qui-Gon had had him as a padawan
They weren't always together on missions, and Obi-Wan felt broken until they were united again. This of course, was against the idea of an emotional attachment, but codes be damned! All Obi-Wan knew was that he would stop functioning without Anakin.
It had stopped mattering long ago who gave and who recieved After especially long breaks, hardly being able to wait, they'd take each other right in the hallway. This always ended up leaving to two men messy but relieved as they came together hard and fast. They would then laugh that evening as they made love again, slowly and gently.
Until recently... Anakin had changed, and last night had just been the first sign.
Obi-Wan had just arrived from a meditation session with Master Yoda to find his living quarters looking like a disaster area, the lights disconnected
"I've been waiting." Anakin had growled, rising from his favorite chair. He was already naked and was already fully errect.
"Anakin!" Obi-wan had stared, heart racing at the site of his former padawan. A fresh cut over his eye glittered dangerously in the reflecting city lights.
"Yes, it's me." There wasn't something right. His eyes... there was an almost reptillian glare in them, a thin line of red-gold trimming his eyes. "I will be Master tonight." Came the brooding voice.
"Force, Anakin, I don't give a damn." Obi-Wan had replied puzzled. Suddenly he had nearly toppled over as if an invisible force had pushed him. He stumbled into Anakin who pushed him away, towards the bedroom.
He fell against the headboard of the bed, and stared up at his former Padawan. Obi-Wan gasped: partially in pain as the back of his head hit against the hard wood, partially at the amazing show of dominance Ani, Little Ani, was putting on.. Anakin had merely smiled, unusually surreal for remeeting after such a long time. He stepped forwards, and pushed his former master to his hands and knees.
The sex that followed had been painful, rough, and was all about Anakin. Obi-Wan had been taken with barely any preparation, yet Anakin merely ignored his deperate please for him to stop. It wasn't until Anakin was satisfied that he finally gave attention to his tortured mentor.
And now, as Obi-Wan lay watching, Anakin's eyes fluttered open. Gone was the reptillian glint, the fiery lust and desperation, leaving his Anakin. His lover, the boy he had trained for what seemed like forever.
"Anakin..." Obi-Wan sighed, burying his head into the younger man's shoulder. "My Anakin."