Revenge

Disclaimer: Still belongs to Lucas. I'm still not making any money from it.
Notes: A bit angsty.. Not beta'd.. Forgive the mistakes, please.


PART TWO

Hours were spent in meditation, in the parlor of a local family. I let them know that I had been involved in the victory of their beloved planet against the Trade Federation (which was not a lie) and they were very gracious, offering me shelter and board for as long as I liked. After thanking them, I set to making myself comfortable for the long hours I would be spending in thought.

They had all retreated to their beds when I finished my meditation. I had delved back, far into my past.. This present. That/this night I was sharing quarters with my new master. I had drifted off immediately, but woken when I sensed Obi-Wan in my doorway. "Anakin.. I'm sorry to wake you. I will be in the gardens, tonight, if you need me." he had said. My nine year old self had stared, incredulously, at him. I certainly didn't need him to sit by my bed and keep my thumb from my mouth all evening. I'd told him something similar to that, and he had only smiled, and left.

So he should be in the gardens. Leaving the residence, silently, so as not to disturb the owners, I made my way to the palace, jumping the wall, nearly alerting a guard, who had stared long into the shadows where I fell. Secretly, I was pleased. Had I been even a fraction louder I'm sure he would have come to investigate. Padme deserved the best security. I had almost forgotten just how beautiful the palace gardens were. Hugely expansive, and mostly private, only senators, the queen, and important visitors were allowed.. Aside from the barrage of groundskeepers that spent hours every afternoon tending. There were multiple... sections of the garden. Maybe two dozen, or so. Each represented a different system of planets. It had always been my opinion that Naboo's own section was the most beautiful, but I could spend an entire day admiring each for its’ own peculiar grandeur.

It doesn't take me long to find him. He's in the Paán section, visible by moonlight that seemed to bend around gnarled tree limbs. Fortunately, this planet is dominated by forests. These are not nearly so dense or wild as the planets', but they do shield us from the upper story windows of the palace. He was standing tense, staring into the shadows, where I approach from.

"What do you want?" he snarled, and I have to pause and collect myself at the fire that familiar cultured voice sends through my blood. The anger, and regret, and longing it evoked.
"Revenge." I drew my saber, but didn't engage him.. not yet.
"Revenge for what? I don't know you.." But as he finished, he faltered. "Do I?" I paused, thinking about how to best reply. He had a right to, at least, the partial truth.
"You do, master." There was an pregnant pause.
"You must have me mistaken for another. I’ve only just recently attained the rank of knight.” Of course the partial truth is only helpful if you're capable of understanding the full truth. I've ignited my saber. In a moment, he does likewise.

We circle one another for a few minutes, assessing. I have to keep in mind that he has just recently defeated a Sith. However, I believe I am more powerful than Darth Maul could have ever hoped to be.

"Who are you?" Obi-Wan requested of me, a note of placation in his voice. Oh no. This was not open to negotiations. I would not be soothed by his devils tongue.

"Your padawan.. The Sith lord, Darth Vader." and I made my first pass, intending to kill. He managed to defer my blow, and even counter-attack. The move was nothing fancy, but it was effective, and I frowned to find myself on the defensive, even for a moment. This should be easier with over a decade 'less' practice on his side.. shouldn't it?

"My padawan is a young boy, named Anakin." he said, some of his calm slipping, as my next blow was parried, with difficulty. He was back on the defensive.. I lunged forward, quickly, bringing my saber directly down, in a punishing hit. Our swords crossed, and he leaned into me, trying to brace himself, on the ground, and shove me away. But I had height, strength, and anger on my side.. And I began to push him back.

"I have defeated death, and the Force to return and destroy you." Disbelief flickered across his face. I couldn't begin to guess as to what part of what I'd said caused that. That I'd defeated death.. the Force, or that I'd 'defeated' both just to come after him. After that, nothing was held back. He jumped back, tearing off his cloak, before returning to me, with a blow that had bested me at practice for 6 years. Unfortunately for this Obi-Wan.. I'd spent many hours learning to both avoid this hit, and swing into a counter-attack just as difficult to defend against. Unsurprisingly, he managed, but I could see he was becoming desperate. No mask in this mans collection could ever fully hide his emotions from me.

I knew that Obi-Wan would attempt something rash.. But I hadn't know just 'how' rash. Fool that he is, he reached out to throw me back, with the Force. I fought the pressure, using only a moderate amount of concentration, though I could feel myself start to lose my footing on the mossy ground. And then I turned my own knowledge of the Force against him, lashing out as he was thrown back. His saber, dropped to the ground, severed in half, as he hit one of the gnarled trees, with a grunt of pain.

While he was weaponless, and dazed from the impact, I caught him about the throat, with only my will, raising my arm slowly.. watching as his feet gradually left the ground. Now.. now or never.
"You betray me, master." I'm careful to use the future tense. "Or you would have.." he's gasping now, hazel eyes rolling up, and in a moment of unfathomable mercy, I release him. He dropped to the ground, clutching his throat, taking in air, greedily.

What in the seven hells is wrong with me? I can't let him live, knowing what he's going to do.. But still, unbidden.. Images of our history together come to me. Kindnesses, and compassion that made what he did all the more hurtful. "Shit.." I mumble, under my breath. I can't let him live.. But.. 'this' Obi-Wan is not the one who turns on me. This Obi-Wan is not even a worthy adversary. I almost sneer at the pitiful picture he makes, hauling himself up on unsure legs. He glanced, briefly, at his weapon, and when he turned back to me there's a misery and anger that wasn't a result of his near asphyxiation. It takes me a moment to realize what had caused it.

"Oh yes.. Qui-Gon's saber..." I remember Obi-Wan had used it for years, until the council requested he give it to them.. For memorial purposes, or something. He was never quite clear on why they asked for it.. Or even how long they'd been asking.

"Don't you call him by his first name you son of a sith!" he shouted, very much to my shock. And then he tackled me. Tackled.. me.. My saber was knocked from my hand at the force of the impact, and when I reach out to retrieve it with the Force, Obi-Wan repels it, and I lose it in the shadows.

The first punch lands beneath my left eye. I already know it will leave an ugly bruise. The second blow is aimed at my nose. It never happens. I'm finding, suddenly, that years of armed and unarmed combat training are tossed aside, as we grapple like inept civilians. Punching, and trying to cause as much damage as possible. The Force isn't working.. Or rather, it 'is' but he's angry, and he's using his anger to even the odds between us, mentally speaking. Which is just as well, because I still have the physical advantage. After half a minute of blind hits, I manage to hold him against the same tree he'd hit earlier. His arms are pinned, but it's brought to my attention that the bastard still has legs, when he kicks me in the shin, and then attempts to knee me in the groin..
Oh no. I think not.
So I find myself in the awkward position of pinning a young version of my master to a tree, with my knees pressed against the rough bark, holding his thighs apart, to keep most of my sensitive areas free of the kicking zone.

Unable to move his limbs, he tries to smash our foreheads together. Well I've always know he's somewhat thick-headed... but I can't imagine what he hopes to accomplish by this. Still, I'd rather not be concussed, so I lean back, losing my balance. This proved to be a mistake. Off balance, I couldn't keep my hold on him, and he pushed me away. Before he had another chance, to inflict more damage, I grabbed him by the shoulders, and swung him around, catching him off his guard, and tripping him to the ground. Then I pinned him there. He hissed in anger, but defeat was the last thing on his mind, I could tell.

Trapped like this for the moment, I pondered what to do. Whether I still wanted to kill him. I did. Just.. not now. He's innocent, now, of the reasons I hate him. I try to call images of my death to mind. Of him taking my arm and legs, and watching me burn to death.. But now I can only see this... youth below me.. Whose vain struggling is quickly turning his fury into fear. It was without any real thought that I leaned down to claim his lips. And oh, he wasn't pleased at all.

I only just drew back in time to save myself from being bitten.

"How dare you! You've no right to-" he stopped abruptly when I reminded him, subtly, of just where my knee rested, and how it was within my realm of fancy whether or not I put weight on it.
"I've every right to do what I will, my master." I responded with a smirk, that had things run their natural course, he would have become quite familiar with, and associated with inevitable mischief.
"Stop calling me that!" He demanded. With Force-enhanced speed, I released one of his arms, and gripped his face with my prosthetic hand, keeping his teeth apart, as I leaned in to plunder his mouth again. As expected, I had only a moment, before I was shoved away. Apparently, he was still having none of that business.

Deciding not to leave it up to him, I pulled him back to the ground, before he could roll to his feet, struggling to get a grip on both his wrists with one hand. It proved to be more than slightly difficult. But, finally, a knee to the gut allowed me the time I needed to secure my grip. And then I returned to my blind pursuit of pleasure.

When had my mission to avenge myself gone so awry? Oh, right.. Probably in the moment that I decided I'd rather fuck him, than kill him. Then again, this was revenge.. in a way. Especially as it's becoming apparent he’s not exactly a willing participant in this. Well.. not at the moment, anyway. He certainly hadn't been objective to taking me, as soon as I'd reached the age of consent. But to be fair, it had been my 'demand' more than anything else that had led us to a long standing sexual relationship.

"Obi-Wan.." I breathed into his ear, trailing unwanted kisses along his jaw. I would really prefer not having to force him into this. For my own reasons of enjoyment.. of course.. But he only tilted his head away, revolted. I nipped at his earlobe, sharply, to draw his attention back.. And intrigue him. I did have quite a few years of experience with what he liked, after all. Where he was the most sensitive. He gasped, before his struggling doubled. I suppose that could be taken positively. I repeated the action, before soothing the mark with my tongue. In the meanwhile, I allow my hand to travel down his side, pushing at his leggings. He started to call out then, but his voice couldn't have carried more than a few yards, as raspy as it was. I frowned with the effort to get his leggings down, without losing my grip on his hands, or allowing him to kick, but finally succeeded. At least to push them down to mid–thigh. One quick feel told me he was still 'uninterested'. Clearly, my audacity at even checking, was enough to send him into another fit of thrashing.

He stilled after a few seconds, hissing in pain, when I applied more pressure to his wrists, my metal limb bruising the sensitive skin, if not cutting into it. Curving the fingers of my real hand, I drew my nails ever so lightly over the skin where his thigh met torso, and I was delighted to feel him writhe under me.. Just as he'd done so many other times, but it was different now.. So different. I wasn't disappointed the second time I did this, or the third. By the fourth time, with my continued ministrations on his ear, I could feel his arousal beginning to grow, pressing against my leg. Even in the darkness, I could see his face, flushed from shame. Now he was laying still. Passive, yet dangerous. It wasn't enough. If I ever wanted the opportunity to arrange him for my own pleasure, he would have to be moaning incoherently, begging me to continue.

Obi-Wan's ear was slightly red, from my biting, and I blew lightly across the damp, abused skin, eliciting a shiver. "Stop.." he ordered me with more sincerity than was safe, and I started on his mouth to distract him from his own protests. At least he wasn't trying to bite me, now. Cautiously I pushed past his lips, and teeth to explore his mouth with my tongue. Just as I remembered it.. Only there's no beard scratching against my chin or lips, this time. I'm careful to take it slow.. Gradually encouraging him to return the kiss, and trailing my hand sensually along his hip, and thigh.. Just avoiding his hardened member. Obi-Wan likes slow languid lovemaking.. Or has, for as long as I've known him, intimately. It nearly drove me to madness. I can't stand slow.. It has to be fast and hard.. Sex isn't meant for love. It's not meant to be gentle and beautiful. If you're in love.. holding hands should suffice. Sex is about fulfilling needs. If you need it, prolonging it is stupid. Take it now.. Take it fast. Before someone else does.

“Please, stop this…” Wrong kind of begging. I push aside my feelings of guilt, taking his straining member into my well-practiced hand . The effect is instantaneous. Obi-Wan’s pushing his hips up, nearly shaking, as I trace circles around the head with my calloused thumb. I know I'm staring. I can't stop.. Watching beads of sweat form on his brow. The look of intense soundless pleasure (pain?) that washes over his face, as I encircle his erection, and pull my hand up slowly, from base to tip. I had 'no' idea that Obi-Wan was nearly so flexible. If I had ever tried to arch my back to that degree something would have snapped.

My own arousal is threatening to take control of my actions. There’s also a chance that a late night patrol guard could stumble across us. Little time for foreplay, then.. So I begin to work him fast, my years of experience driving him to the edge twice before leaving him raving and unsatisfied. The only words I can make out from his incoherent babbling are “more…” and “no..”

Unable to neglect my own wants any longer, I release his hands, too far gone, myself, to be pleased that he doesn’t instantly throw me off. I make short work of removing all of his clothing from the waist down, pausing to admire the smooth pale skin that would carry a number of scars in the years that follow. Holding him behind the knees, I arrange his legs over my shoulder. Obi-Wan hardly seemed to notice. He’s just starting to shift when I spit in my hands, coating my own freed erection.

“Wait! Don-“ But I’m already pushing into him. Despite the poor lubrication, I can tell I haven’t harmed him. He’s twisting in discomfort, but not pain… Qui-Gon, it seemed, had kept Obi-Wan well used. Although I realize the stupidity of it, this thought makes me angry. I haven’t really got any right to be irrationally jealous. Certainly not now.. Still..

His eyes are closed now, hands planted on the ground, fingers clawing at the dirt, as he becomes accustomed to me inside him. His whimpers, gradually, turn to soft moans. Sith, but he’s beautiful. Beautiful young.. Beautiful as he grew older. He was even beautiful the day he betrayed me. The thought makes me push harder into him, before I fully realized what I was doing. I paused, watching him gasp, and looking for signs of pain. But his eyes were still closed tightly, and to my astonishment he pushed back, against me. Now, fully within him, it’s my turn to adjust, lest it all be over too soon.

When I’m finally able to control myself, I set a pace which is not slow and languid.. Nor is it as fast and punishing as I could easily allow myself to take it. It’s somewhere in between, at the very peak of my tolerance. At first, I'm only concentrating on the feel. Gods.. so good. The slide in, the reluctant partial withdraw. I'm so absorbed with this, that I fail to note his lack of response. But, as it has always been with me.. when realization comes, it hits like a ton of Neimoidian bricks. Obi-Wan is panting lightly, through parted lips, but I can't seem to hear him.

A cold sweat is running down my neck, as pinpricks travel up my arms. The silence all around is oppressive, and suddenly, I’m feeling cornered. The shadows are closing in, and I can’t even hear the nearby waterfalls, what with the artificial roaring in my ears. I feel as though I'll be crushed by the pressure of the Force, humming around us.

Despite the fact that I haven’t touched Obi-Wan since before I pushed into him, he’s near his own climax. In any right state of mind, I would have stopped my pace.. Waited for him to calm, before I continued.. But I was set on my own completion.. Desperate to bring about my release, and get out of here. As fate would have it, Obi-Wan came first with a loud cry, and a name that wasn’t mine.

I gritted my teeth, pushing his legs down and towards his chest, positioning myself to better fuck him. Remind him that “I’m not Qui-Gon.” He opened his eyes, still glazed from his own orgasm, to watch me, struggling to finish what I'd started. And then he shut them again, turning his head away.

“NO! Look at me!” I’m not surprised that he does so, although I am a bit taken back at my tone of voice. Staring into his suddenly tortured eyes, I managed to find my release.. But it was only just that. There would be no lasting pleasure from it. Blood is running down his left thigh from where my metal fingers gripped too hard, but neither of us pay it any mind. I have his undivided attention, now.. His gaze is burning into my very soul.. Now that I wish he would stop, he won’t look away.. and I can’t.

TBC..

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The next part will be from Obi-Wan's POV. There will also be more smut (of a more consensual, kinky nature).