Ends (Star Wars: Anakin/Obi-Wan)
Title: Hard To Say Goodbye
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Prompt: Ends
Word Count: 1313
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Anakin/Obi-Wan would be canon. And graphic.
Author's Notes: Beta by Microsoft Word
"Anakin, this has to stop." Obi-Wan's voice was gentle, but his demeanor brooked no argument.
"You don't mean that, Master," Anakin replied, taking a step closer to him. Obi-Wan's quarters were darkened because the Jedi Master was about to retire for the evening. Anakin had stopped by, though, and Obi-Wan knew the reason why.
"Yes, I do, Anakin. It's entirely improper and I cannot for a moment imagine why I allowed it to happen in the first place. You are my Padawan, and -"
"Was your Padawan," Anakin corrected. "I'll be knighted tomorrow, remember?"
"How could I forget? It's what we've both worked toward for over half your life. That's another reason this is wrong. I've raised you from a young boy and watched you grow into the man you are today. It's almost like I'm your father."
"But you aren't my father, Obi-Wan. And you just admitted I'm a man now. I'm no longer a child. I can make decisions on my own. If you're feeling guilty, if you think I've been coerced into this, need I remind you that I was more than willing the first time? That I'm the one who initiated it?"
Obi-Wan could feel Anakin's warm breath against his cheek as he moved closer, backing Obi-Wan against the wall. Anakin's gaze was intense, moving from Obi-Wan's eyes to his lips and back. Force help him, he wanted Anakin to just kiss him already, but he knew that it wasn't right.
"I remember perfectly," he said. It wasn't a lie. That night was permanently etched into his brain.
If he lived to be as old as Master Yoda, Obi-Wan would never forget the feel of Anakin's skin beneath his fingers, the soft sounds of his moans, the taste of him as he came hot and salty down Obi-Wan's throat. Then, later, the feel of Anakin's new durasteel hand cold against his own erection. Anakin hadn't been especially receptive of his new appendage, as it threw off his connection to the Force, but Obi-Wan had convinced him that it wasn't something to be ashamed of, rather a reminder of an important lesson. It was simply part of him now, just as his memories were. Anakin had put the lesson and his new hand to good use that night.
"But, Anakin, that isn't the point."
"You're right, Master." Anakin leaned down and kissed the flesh of Obi-Wan's neck, just below his beard. "The point is that we both want this, so there's no use denying it."
"Anakin, no." Obi-Wan's voice lost its determination as Anakin's hands wandered across his bare chest.
"Shh," Anakin murmured just before claiming Obi-Wan's mouth in a searing kiss. The older man could feel his resolve slipping away, because he really had intended to keep this from escalating. What harm could one last night do, anyway?
"We shouldn't," was his feeble protest when Anakin's lips parted from his to travel across his beard and down his neck. Despite his statement, he leaned his head back, allowing Anakin better access to his throat.
"But you want to." Obi-Wan gasped softly as Anakin's hand slipped lower to caress his straining cock through his thin sleep pants. "You can't deny you want me."
"Just because we both want it doesn't make it right." It didn't feel wrong, though. When he was in Anakin's arms, Obi-Wan could imagine no place he would rather be. "This has to stop."
"Quiet, Master," Anakin commanded, and this time Obi-Wan obeyed. He had no other option when Anakin's hand found its way inside his pants to wrap warm fingers around him.
A moan came from low in his throat as Anakin began stroking him slowly, teasingly, but he didn't utter a coherent word. It was nearly always the same way. Anakin would drive every rational thought from his mind until all Obi-Wan could think about was finding sweet release. Then, once Obi-Wan was sated, Anakin would seek his own pleasure.
Tonight was different, Obi-Wan sensed suddenly. Anakin was full of desperation, needing him more than he had ever felt before. Coherence soon fled as he was stripped naked by Anakin's sure hands.
The younger man pressed two fingers against Obi-Wan's lips, and he sucked them into his mouth obligingly. Anakin allowed a small moan to escape his lips as Obi-Wan's tongue swirled around his digits. He knew quite well what that gorgeous mouth felt like on his cock, and he was imagining it now. When his fingers were coated with saliva, he grudgingly removed them, using his slickened fingers to probe at Obi-Wan's puckered opening.
Obi-Wan's eyes closed and he arched forward, desperate for more contact. Anakin slid one, then two fingers inside him, preparing him for a more forceful intrusion. When he removed his fingers at last, Anakin shed his own clothing with record speed. He spat into his hand before stroking his cock slowly, not bothering to search for proper lubricant.
He positioned himself carefully, easing slowly inside Obi-Wan, whose mouth opened in a silent gasp. "Star's end, Anakin," he cursed softly once Anakin was fully sheathed inside him. His eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at Anakin's face, eyes closed and face contorted with pleasure.
Obi-Wan reached out and touched Anakin's cheek gently, hesitantly, as if afraid of breaking some imagined spell. Anakin simply turned his head, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan's palm before starting to move inside him. He lifted Obi-Wan slightly, angling his hips to drive deeper inside him. Obi-Wan's fingers tangled in Anakin's hair, holding him close in order to ply his mouth with deep, searing kisses.
Rational thought quickly left both men, leaving them panting, desperate for release and at the same time never wanting the pleasure to end. The only sounds in Obi-Wan's quarters were their ragged breathing and the sounds of flesh against flesh.
Anakin swore softly in Huttese, fingers both flesh and metal digging into Obi-Wan's hips. His thrusts became erratic as he neared his release, and one hand slipped down to stroke Obi-Wan's cock. Obi-Wan's mouth sought Anakin's, biting the boy's lower lip as he came, warm semen coating both their stomachs. Anakin followed only seconds later, buried to the hilt inside Obi-Wan.
He stood there trembling for long moments, clinging to Obi-Wan, his breathing becoming more regular as his heartbeat slowed. Obi-Wan removed his hands from Anakin's hair, sliding them across his shoulders and down his arms before letting them hang limply at his sides. Anakin let Obi-Wan drop the few inches to the floor, pressing a soft kiss against his master's lips.
Anakin dressed quickly, letting the silence linger in the air. When he was fully clothed, he looked at where Obi-Wan still stood leaning against the wall, looking thoroughly ravished. His lips were red and swollen, and his eyes were darkened with lust. Normally well-groomed hair was disheveled and he could see the light sheen of perspiration that covered Obi-Wan's skin.
He paused to memorize the sight of Obi-Wan's naked body, not that it was one he could ever forget. This moment, though, would have to last him a very long time. The rest of his life. Because Anakin Skywalker did not do things by half. If Obi-Wan said it was over, then it would be over. Forever.
"Goodbye, Master," he said before walking out the door.
Obi-Wan let his legs give out, collapsing on the floor, staring after Anakin. He had been so sure that ending things with Anakin had been the right thing to do. Why, then, did it suddenly seem so wrong? He knew where Anakin was headed, back to 500 Republica, to Padmé. He wanted to rush out into the hallway, to tell him to come back, but knew Anakin would not return.
He would have to live with the choices he had made. He only hoped Anakin could forgive him. He hoped he could forgive himself.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Prompt: Ends
Word Count: 1313
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Anakin/Obi-Wan would be canon. And graphic.
Author's Notes: Beta by Microsoft Word
"Anakin, this has to stop." Obi-Wan's voice was gentle, but his demeanor brooked no argument.
"You don't mean that, Master," Anakin replied, taking a step closer to him. Obi-Wan's quarters were darkened because the Jedi Master was about to retire for the evening. Anakin had stopped by, though, and Obi-Wan knew the reason why.
"Yes, I do, Anakin. It's entirely improper and I cannot for a moment imagine why I allowed it to happen in the first place. You are my Padawan, and -"
"Was your Padawan," Anakin corrected. "I'll be knighted tomorrow, remember?"
"How could I forget? It's what we've both worked toward for over half your life. That's another reason this is wrong. I've raised you from a young boy and watched you grow into the man you are today. It's almost like I'm your father."
"But you aren't my father, Obi-Wan. And you just admitted I'm a man now. I'm no longer a child. I can make decisions on my own. If you're feeling guilty, if you think I've been coerced into this, need I remind you that I was more than willing the first time? That I'm the one who initiated it?"
Obi-Wan could feel Anakin's warm breath against his cheek as he moved closer, backing Obi-Wan against the wall. Anakin's gaze was intense, moving from Obi-Wan's eyes to his lips and back. Force help him, he wanted Anakin to just kiss him already, but he knew that it wasn't right.
"I remember perfectly," he said. It wasn't a lie. That night was permanently etched into his brain.
If he lived to be as old as Master Yoda, Obi-Wan would never forget the feel of Anakin's skin beneath his fingers, the soft sounds of his moans, the taste of him as he came hot and salty down Obi-Wan's throat. Then, later, the feel of Anakin's new durasteel hand cold against his own erection. Anakin hadn't been especially receptive of his new appendage, as it threw off his connection to the Force, but Obi-Wan had convinced him that it wasn't something to be ashamed of, rather a reminder of an important lesson. It was simply part of him now, just as his memories were. Anakin had put the lesson and his new hand to good use that night.
"But, Anakin, that isn't the point."
"You're right, Master." Anakin leaned down and kissed the flesh of Obi-Wan's neck, just below his beard. "The point is that we both want this, so there's no use denying it."
"Anakin, no." Obi-Wan's voice lost its determination as Anakin's hands wandered across his bare chest.
"Shh," Anakin murmured just before claiming Obi-Wan's mouth in a searing kiss. The older man could feel his resolve slipping away, because he really had intended to keep this from escalating. What harm could one last night do, anyway?
"We shouldn't," was his feeble protest when Anakin's lips parted from his to travel across his beard and down his neck. Despite his statement, he leaned his head back, allowing Anakin better access to his throat.
"But you want to." Obi-Wan gasped softly as Anakin's hand slipped lower to caress his straining cock through his thin sleep pants. "You can't deny you want me."
"Just because we both want it doesn't make it right." It didn't feel wrong, though. When he was in Anakin's arms, Obi-Wan could imagine no place he would rather be. "This has to stop."
"Quiet, Master," Anakin commanded, and this time Obi-Wan obeyed. He had no other option when Anakin's hand found its way inside his pants to wrap warm fingers around him.
A moan came from low in his throat as Anakin began stroking him slowly, teasingly, but he didn't utter a coherent word. It was nearly always the same way. Anakin would drive every rational thought from his mind until all Obi-Wan could think about was finding sweet release. Then, once Obi-Wan was sated, Anakin would seek his own pleasure.
Tonight was different, Obi-Wan sensed suddenly. Anakin was full of desperation, needing him more than he had ever felt before. Coherence soon fled as he was stripped naked by Anakin's sure hands.
The younger man pressed two fingers against Obi-Wan's lips, and he sucked them into his mouth obligingly. Anakin allowed a small moan to escape his lips as Obi-Wan's tongue swirled around his digits. He knew quite well what that gorgeous mouth felt like on his cock, and he was imagining it now. When his fingers were coated with saliva, he grudgingly removed them, using his slickened fingers to probe at Obi-Wan's puckered opening.
Obi-Wan's eyes closed and he arched forward, desperate for more contact. Anakin slid one, then two fingers inside him, preparing him for a more forceful intrusion. When he removed his fingers at last, Anakin shed his own clothing with record speed. He spat into his hand before stroking his cock slowly, not bothering to search for proper lubricant.
He positioned himself carefully, easing slowly inside Obi-Wan, whose mouth opened in a silent gasp. "Star's end, Anakin," he cursed softly once Anakin was fully sheathed inside him. His eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at Anakin's face, eyes closed and face contorted with pleasure.
Obi-Wan reached out and touched Anakin's cheek gently, hesitantly, as if afraid of breaking some imagined spell. Anakin simply turned his head, pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan's palm before starting to move inside him. He lifted Obi-Wan slightly, angling his hips to drive deeper inside him. Obi-Wan's fingers tangled in Anakin's hair, holding him close in order to ply his mouth with deep, searing kisses.
Rational thought quickly left both men, leaving them panting, desperate for release and at the same time never wanting the pleasure to end. The only sounds in Obi-Wan's quarters were their ragged breathing and the sounds of flesh against flesh.
Anakin swore softly in Huttese, fingers both flesh and metal digging into Obi-Wan's hips. His thrusts became erratic as he neared his release, and one hand slipped down to stroke Obi-Wan's cock. Obi-Wan's mouth sought Anakin's, biting the boy's lower lip as he came, warm semen coating both their stomachs. Anakin followed only seconds later, buried to the hilt inside Obi-Wan.
He stood there trembling for long moments, clinging to Obi-Wan, his breathing becoming more regular as his heartbeat slowed. Obi-Wan removed his hands from Anakin's hair, sliding them across his shoulders and down his arms before letting them hang limply at his sides. Anakin let Obi-Wan drop the few inches to the floor, pressing a soft kiss against his master's lips.
Anakin dressed quickly, letting the silence linger in the air. When he was fully clothed, he looked at where Obi-Wan still stood leaning against the wall, looking thoroughly ravished. His lips were red and swollen, and his eyes were darkened with lust. Normally well-groomed hair was disheveled and he could see the light sheen of perspiration that covered Obi-Wan's skin.
He paused to memorize the sight of Obi-Wan's naked body, not that it was one he could ever forget. This moment, though, would have to last him a very long time. The rest of his life. Because Anakin Skywalker did not do things by half. If Obi-Wan said it was over, then it would be over. Forever.
"Goodbye, Master," he said before walking out the door.
Obi-Wan let his legs give out, collapsing on the floor, staring after Anakin. He had been so sure that ending things with Anakin had been the right thing to do. Why, then, did it suddenly seem so wrong? He knew where Anakin was headed, back to 500 Republica, to Padmé. He wanted to rush out into the hallway, to tell him to come back, but knew Anakin would not return.
He would have to live with the choices he had made. He only hoped Anakin could forgive him. He hoped he could forgive himself.