Too Much (Star Wars: Anakin/Obi-Wan)
Title: Too Much
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Prompt: Too Much
Word Count: 1116
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Anakin/Obi-Wan would be canon. And graphic.
Author's Notes: Beta by Microsoft Word
It was too much. Anakin couldn't handle it much longer, and he wondered how he had managed it this long. The Clone Wars had dragged on much longer than anyone had thought they would, and there was too much death involved. It sometimes seemed as if his entire experience as a Jedi revolved around death, starting with Qui-Gon.
He shrugged off his cloak as he entered the tent he shared with Obi-Wan. The older Jedi looked up, offered a faint smile, and continued preparing for bed. Anakin sighed and followed suit, stripping to his undergarments and helping himself to some of the water in the washbasin.
Once he was relatively clean, he lay on his cot, staring at the ceiling of the tent. It was dark, so he couldn't actually see it, but that didn't keep it from existing. Just like the war. He knew it was still being waged not far from where he lay. Clones may tire, but droids didn't, so there was fighting around the clock.
Anakin tossed and turned, but he couldn't get comfortable in his tiny cot. A long while after he had given up on sleep, he rose from his bed, moving silently across the small tent to where Obi-Wan lay asleep.
Obi-Wan was sprawled on his back, his auburn hair tousled against the flat pillow. He looked so young when he was asleep, Anakin mused, as though he was the same young man who had accepted him as a Padawan.
One arm was thrown out to the side, the other tucked under his pillow, as if to prop his head up further than the flat surface would allow. Anakin crawled into bed beside Obi-Wan, laying his head against his former master's chest, listening to the reassuring thump thump of his heartbeat.
They lay like that for a long while, but even with the comforting touch, Anakin could not sleep. He took a small bit of solace in the warmth of Obi-Wan's body, wishing there were another way to make the pain stop. Anakin looked up at Obi-Wan's face, so relaxed in slumber. He was a peaceful man by nature, but a fierce warrior in battle. Anakin never ceased to be amazed by the complexity of his master, even after all these years together. If anyone could make him feel more at peace, it was Obi-Wan.
Hesitantly, Anakin leaned up and pressed his mouth against Obi-Wan's. It was a mere brush of lips, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Anakin's body. He knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't be taking advantage of his master while he was asleep, but it was a physical need within him. He couldn't help needing Obi-Wan any more than he could help being Anakin Skywalker. It was part of who he was, he realized.
Anakin tried to not want it, but he had to taste Obi-Wan. His tongue darted out, tracing Obi-Wan's lips before pressing their mouths together more firmly.
Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, his mind chanted, but he couldn't stop, even as he sensed Obi-Wan beginning to awaken. Anakin drew back just a fraction, his face centimeters from Obi-Wan's. His breath ghosted across Obi-Wan's skin, but the older man didn't open his eyes.
Need this, need more, Anakin's body told his mind. He shifted closer to Obi-Wan, pressing his whole body against that of his former master and trying not to groan aloud. Instead, he caught Obi-Wan's lower lip between his teeth and tugged gently, savoring the soft feel.
Anakin could tell that Obi-Wan was close to waking, but he didn't weaken his assault. He slid his hand up, caressing Obi-Wan's bearded face as he deepened the kiss, parting slackened lips with a probing tongue. He knew the instant Obi-Wan came to awareness; he could feel Obi-Wan's body tense, sense the gentle probe at his mind.
Instead of fighting him, like Anakin had expected, Obi-Wan relaxed into the contact, neither accepting nor rejecting him outright. When Anakin pulled back, sucking in greedy gulps of air, Obi-Wan looked at him with questioning eyes.
"Master," Anakin said in a hoarse voice. He searched for words, but could find none that made sense. Instead, he stared into Obi-Wan's eyes, trying to convey what he felt. How meaningless this war was, with its death and destruction, how much he needed to prove that he was truly alive and not another casualty of war.
Obi-Wan said nothing in return. He raised his hand and ran his fingers through Anakin's unruly curls, trying to comfort the boy with his touch. He knew how Anakin felt, had experienced the same thoughts himself. He was tired of fighting, he wished peace was easier to come by, but it was futile to hope for such things.
Anakin ground against Obi-Wan, leaning in to kiss the older man again. Obi-Wan could feel the evidence of Anakin's desire pressing against his hip, and felt a matching tendril of need flow through his own body. He allowed Anakin's kiss, parting his lips when he felt a tongue against them.
"Don't say no, Master. Please," Anakin whispered hoarsely between kisses. His mouth moved to Obi-Wan's neck, finding a spot that was bare and latching onto it, leaving a dark purple bruise. Anakin's hips never ceased their movement, creating a sweet friction that was wonderful to him but frustrating to Obi-Wan. He pushed the thought aside, knowing Anakin needed this more than he did. He was simply along for the ride.
Strong, sure hands slid beneath Obi-Wan's thin sleep tunic, and long fingers stroked his chest. Obi-Wan forced himself to be still, to allow Anakin whatever he wished without imposing his own desires on the boy, but it was difficult. Anakin was writhing against him in such a wanton manner, so obviously desperate for contact that Obi-Wan wanted to wrap him in his arms and never let go.
It wasn't long before Anakin stiffened against him, trembled fiercely, then relaxed. Obi-Wan could feel the boy's hot breath against his neck, and he stroked Anakin's back slowly, trying to ease the tremors that still ran through him.
Long moments passed in silence until Anakin pulled away. He rose slowly, unsure of what had just passed between him and Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan let him go, questioning the same thing. Whatever had passed between them was surely an effect of the war, a craving for physical contact, reaffirmation of life in the midst of so much death.
Anakin made use of the cold water in the washbasin, replacing his sticky pants with a cleaner pair, and fell back into his cot, asleep in moments. This time it was Obi-Wan who lay awake, wondering if he indulged Anakin too much.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Prompt: Too Much
Word Count: 1116
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Anakin/Obi-Wan would be canon. And graphic.
Author's Notes: Beta by Microsoft Word
It was too much. Anakin couldn't handle it much longer, and he wondered how he had managed it this long. The Clone Wars had dragged on much longer than anyone had thought they would, and there was too much death involved. It sometimes seemed as if his entire experience as a Jedi revolved around death, starting with Qui-Gon.
He shrugged off his cloak as he entered the tent he shared with Obi-Wan. The older Jedi looked up, offered a faint smile, and continued preparing for bed. Anakin sighed and followed suit, stripping to his undergarments and helping himself to some of the water in the washbasin.
Once he was relatively clean, he lay on his cot, staring at the ceiling of the tent. It was dark, so he couldn't actually see it, but that didn't keep it from existing. Just like the war. He knew it was still being waged not far from where he lay. Clones may tire, but droids didn't, so there was fighting around the clock.
Anakin tossed and turned, but he couldn't get comfortable in his tiny cot. A long while after he had given up on sleep, he rose from his bed, moving silently across the small tent to where Obi-Wan lay asleep.
Obi-Wan was sprawled on his back, his auburn hair tousled against the flat pillow. He looked so young when he was asleep, Anakin mused, as though he was the same young man who had accepted him as a Padawan.
One arm was thrown out to the side, the other tucked under his pillow, as if to prop his head up further than the flat surface would allow. Anakin crawled into bed beside Obi-Wan, laying his head against his former master's chest, listening to the reassuring thump thump of his heartbeat.
They lay like that for a long while, but even with the comforting touch, Anakin could not sleep. He took a small bit of solace in the warmth of Obi-Wan's body, wishing there were another way to make the pain stop. Anakin looked up at Obi-Wan's face, so relaxed in slumber. He was a peaceful man by nature, but a fierce warrior in battle. Anakin never ceased to be amazed by the complexity of his master, even after all these years together. If anyone could make him feel more at peace, it was Obi-Wan.
Hesitantly, Anakin leaned up and pressed his mouth against Obi-Wan's. It was a mere brush of lips, but it sent a jolt of electricity through Anakin's body. He knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't be taking advantage of his master while he was asleep, but it was a physical need within him. He couldn't help needing Obi-Wan any more than he could help being Anakin Skywalker. It was part of who he was, he realized.
Anakin tried to not want it, but he had to taste Obi-Wan. His tongue darted out, tracing Obi-Wan's lips before pressing their mouths together more firmly.
Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, his mind chanted, but he couldn't stop, even as he sensed Obi-Wan beginning to awaken. Anakin drew back just a fraction, his face centimeters from Obi-Wan's. His breath ghosted across Obi-Wan's skin, but the older man didn't open his eyes.
Need this, need more, Anakin's body told his mind. He shifted closer to Obi-Wan, pressing his whole body against that of his former master and trying not to groan aloud. Instead, he caught Obi-Wan's lower lip between his teeth and tugged gently, savoring the soft feel.
Anakin could tell that Obi-Wan was close to waking, but he didn't weaken his assault. He slid his hand up, caressing Obi-Wan's bearded face as he deepened the kiss, parting slackened lips with a probing tongue. He knew the instant Obi-Wan came to awareness; he could feel Obi-Wan's body tense, sense the gentle probe at his mind.
Instead of fighting him, like Anakin had expected, Obi-Wan relaxed into the contact, neither accepting nor rejecting him outright. When Anakin pulled back, sucking in greedy gulps of air, Obi-Wan looked at him with questioning eyes.
"Master," Anakin said in a hoarse voice. He searched for words, but could find none that made sense. Instead, he stared into Obi-Wan's eyes, trying to convey what he felt. How meaningless this war was, with its death and destruction, how much he needed to prove that he was truly alive and not another casualty of war.
Obi-Wan said nothing in return. He raised his hand and ran his fingers through Anakin's unruly curls, trying to comfort the boy with his touch. He knew how Anakin felt, had experienced the same thoughts himself. He was tired of fighting, he wished peace was easier to come by, but it was futile to hope for such things.
Anakin ground against Obi-Wan, leaning in to kiss the older man again. Obi-Wan could feel the evidence of Anakin's desire pressing against his hip, and felt a matching tendril of need flow through his own body. He allowed Anakin's kiss, parting his lips when he felt a tongue against them.
"Don't say no, Master. Please," Anakin whispered hoarsely between kisses. His mouth moved to Obi-Wan's neck, finding a spot that was bare and latching onto it, leaving a dark purple bruise. Anakin's hips never ceased their movement, creating a sweet friction that was wonderful to him but frustrating to Obi-Wan. He pushed the thought aside, knowing Anakin needed this more than he did. He was simply along for the ride.
Strong, sure hands slid beneath Obi-Wan's thin sleep tunic, and long fingers stroked his chest. Obi-Wan forced himself to be still, to allow Anakin whatever he wished without imposing his own desires on the boy, but it was difficult. Anakin was writhing against him in such a wanton manner, so obviously desperate for contact that Obi-Wan wanted to wrap him in his arms and never let go.
It wasn't long before Anakin stiffened against him, trembled fiercely, then relaxed. Obi-Wan could feel the boy's hot breath against his neck, and he stroked Anakin's back slowly, trying to ease the tremors that still ran through him.
Long moments passed in silence until Anakin pulled away. He rose slowly, unsure of what had just passed between him and Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan let him go, questioning the same thing. Whatever had passed between them was surely an effect of the war, a craving for physical contact, reaffirmation of life in the midst of so much death.
Anakin made use of the cold water in the washbasin, replacing his sticky pants with a cleaner pair, and fell back into his cot, asleep in moments. This time it was Obi-Wan who lay awake, wondering if he indulged Anakin too much.