Taste (Star Wars: Anakin/Obi-Wan)
Title: Impasse
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Prompt: Taste
Word Count: 379
Rating: veering toward PG-13
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Anakin/Obi-Wan would be canon. And graphic.
Author's Notes: Fourth part of the series leading up to Afterward. First part is here, second part here, third part here. Slightly AU. Anakin was not burned beyond recognition on Mustafar, he's still pretty.
Anakin's mouth was harsh and demanding against Obi-Wan's lips. He wanted to draw back, to recoil, but Anakin had him bound by the Force.
No, he reminded himself, this was not Anakin, this was Darth Vader. He found it hard to believe when he looked into those blue eyes that he knew so well, but they now hid the soul of a monster.
Vader could sense Obi-Wan's confusion, his desire to pull away conflicting with the thoughts of AnakinAnakinAnakin. He became more forceful, lips and teeth and tongue clashing with Obi-Wan's own. Vader's artificial hand rose to stroke the Jedi's throat, a delicate gesture that held a veiled threat. He could easily apply pressure, cutting off his oxygen supply.
Obi-Wan was well aware of the gesture's double meaning, knowing he was on dangerous ground with Anakin. If he struggled, he could be harmed or possibly killed, but if he gave in to the Sith's wishes, would his fate be that much better?
The taste and sensation of Anakin's mouth was so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time. Some tiny part of Obi-Wan wanted to just give in, acquiesce to Anakin's demands, but the larger part, the part that was still a Jedi, rebelled violently.
"No," he whispered, pushing Anakin away.
It took him a moment to realize that Anakin had released his Force-grip. Obi-Wan was free to move again. Was this some sort of trick? He wouldn't be surprised if it were, but he wasn't going to waste an opportunity. He raised a hand, intending to shove Anakin away more forcefully, but Anakin's flesh hand against his stopped him.
"You don't want to fight me, old man," the Sith said. "It would be foolish." Anakin's artificial hand moved to the back of Obi-Wan's neck, drawing him close again. Once again, he felt the tingling sensation that meant he was a prisoner of the Force.
"I don't want to fight you, but I will if I have to," Obi-Wan replied. "I have done it before, and we both know who won that battle." He relished the look Anakin gave him, narrowed eyes signaling that Obi-Wan had struck a nerve with his comment.
"Very well," Anakin said, stepping back and releasing Obi-Wan again. "Have it your way. Let's fight."
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi
Prompt: Taste
Word Count: 379
Rating: veering toward PG-13
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Anakin/Obi-Wan would be canon. And graphic.
Author's Notes: Fourth part of the series leading up to Afterward. First part is here, second part here, third part here. Slightly AU. Anakin was not burned beyond recognition on Mustafar, he's still pretty.
Anakin's mouth was harsh and demanding against Obi-Wan's lips. He wanted to draw back, to recoil, but Anakin had him bound by the Force.
No, he reminded himself, this was not Anakin, this was Darth Vader. He found it hard to believe when he looked into those blue eyes that he knew so well, but they now hid the soul of a monster.
Vader could sense Obi-Wan's confusion, his desire to pull away conflicting with the thoughts of AnakinAnakinAnakin. He became more forceful, lips and teeth and tongue clashing with Obi-Wan's own. Vader's artificial hand rose to stroke the Jedi's throat, a delicate gesture that held a veiled threat. He could easily apply pressure, cutting off his oxygen supply.
Obi-Wan was well aware of the gesture's double meaning, knowing he was on dangerous ground with Anakin. If he struggled, he could be harmed or possibly killed, but if he gave in to the Sith's wishes, would his fate be that much better?
The taste and sensation of Anakin's mouth was so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time. Some tiny part of Obi-Wan wanted to just give in, acquiesce to Anakin's demands, but the larger part, the part that was still a Jedi, rebelled violently.
"No," he whispered, pushing Anakin away.
It took him a moment to realize that Anakin had released his Force-grip. Obi-Wan was free to move again. Was this some sort of trick? He wouldn't be surprised if it were, but he wasn't going to waste an opportunity. He raised a hand, intending to shove Anakin away more forcefully, but Anakin's flesh hand against his stopped him.
"You don't want to fight me, old man," the Sith said. "It would be foolish." Anakin's artificial hand moved to the back of Obi-Wan's neck, drawing him close again. Once again, he felt the tingling sensation that meant he was a prisoner of the Force.
"I don't want to fight you, but I will if I have to," Obi-Wan replied. "I have done it before, and we both know who won that battle." He relished the look Anakin gave him, narrowed eyes signaling that Obi-Wan had struck a nerve with his comment.
"Very well," Anakin said, stepping back and releasing Obi-Wan again. "Have it your way. Let's fight."