Hand in hand in a violent life.

Title: Hand in hand in a violent life.
Author: DarkTemplar
Archived: This story can also be found at Forcehaven.
Summary: Still on KandaShasa, the campaign continues, as a skirmish leads our team of Skywalker and Kenobi to reassess a few matters between themselves, leading to a new closeness. Set around the time of the Clone Wars before ROTS.
Rating: Adults only, some violence, then a little action between our two shining Jedi Knights, Anakin and Ob-Wan.
Pairings: Anakin/Obi-Wan.
Feedback: Either way, board review or email, if you feel moved to do so.
Characters: Anakin/Obi-Wan mainly, save for a few clone troopers and droids.
Betas: Thanks to Jen, for all her encouragements. Her tireless beta duty and funny comments along with helpful suggestions are appreciated. *hugs*
Author Notes: This is a sequel of sorts to “As from a darkening gloom”, which can also be found at this site.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Anakin and Obi-Wan or the Clone Wars they find themselves fighting in, and I make no money from this. It’s just purely recreational.

…And in conclusion I humbly present Part 2

The night closed in around the camp at last. There was no moon out tonight, and it was very dark, and any place one went around the campsite required a lamp to light one’s way. It was quiet too, as quiet as it could get once a few hundred troopers, Shasans and Jedi all settled down for the night. But, for all that, it was peaceful and there was a general sense that things were starting to go well for the campaign here. Morale was high and during the day the camp fairly buzzed; quite the change from a few months ago when casualties were mounting alarmingly on a daily basis. Those were dark times, but fortunes had turned steadily around and the Republican forces continued to cover more ground. Tonight felt like one of those nights; the sense of optimism among the troops (especially the Republican Shasans) was palpable. Sleep seemed to come more easily to the soldiers tonight, save for two Jedi knights.

Obi-Wan moved aside the entrance flap to Anakin’s tent and made his way inside to find Anakin waiting for him, seemingly; it looked as if he’d been pacing. Obi-Wan felt a pang of guilt at that. He’d been delayed by some intelligence handed to him by one of the senior Shasans and he had to process it without delay; procedure that had to be followed. This sort of thing had to be attended to immediately as it came to hand, and as the General, Obi-Wan had to be kept well informed. But he was here now, and Anakin went to him immediately, sweeping him up into his arms.

“You’ve come. You’re here. You’re actually here.” Anakin’s voice sounded quietly desperate yet relieved.

“I’m sorry Anakin, I was delayed. Of course I’m here. I want to be here…with you.” Obi-Wan looked intently at Anakin for a moment, before placing a hand behind his head and drawing him in for a long kiss, a kiss that promised a long night ahead. This went on for some time, in between they’d draw breath and then resume; the kiss becoming hotter and the moans becoming louder as their need to get closer became all pervasive.

They separated finally, and Anakin smiled down at Obi-Wan shyly, “I shouldn’t have worried. It’s just… I started to think you’d changed your mind…maybe…” Obi-Wan took hold of both of Anakin’s hands and his face was deadly serious now.

“Anakin, I am not going to change my mind. I love you, and I want this just like you.” And with that, he pulled Anakin over to the bed. It was far from luxurious, an ordinary sleeping pallet, standard Republican Force issue, but anything would have done, even the forest floor beneath their feet, Obi-Wan didn’t care, and Anakin certainly didn’t either. Obi-Wan had his beautiful Knight before him, so achingly gorgeous and needful, in love with him, dying to be touched and to be loved. Obi-Wan would oblige him with relish, as he too was dying for all those things.

They collapsed together on the narrow bed. Both men lay on their sides opposite one another where they held each other for a little while, staring deeply into each others’ eyes, getting their bearings as it were. This was all so new to both men, judging by the tears that were forming in Anakin’s eyes. Obi-Wan went to stroke his cheek but Anakin intercepted that hand with his own and placed a soft kiss to the palm before allowing Obi-Wan to once again place it where he wanted, on Anakin’s cheek.

“I love you so much…I want you so much…” Anakin whispered to his Obi-Wan, before rolling himself atop him and covering Obi-Wan’s mouth with his own. Obi-Wan moaned in response, already the pleasure he felt just from this alone, was incredible. Anakin felt so warm and lovely against him. They writhed together; occasionally mindful of not falling over the edge of the bed, before they’d descend once more upon one another, holding each other so close and locking lips with wanton abandon.

“I dreamed of you Obi-Wan so many times, like this…” Anakin whispered as he traced his lips along Obi-Wan’s jaw. Obi-Wan pulled Anakin closer reflexively.

“Would it surprise you to know my former Padawan, that I too have had such dreams?” Obi-Wan sighed with pleasure. Anakin’s full lips skimming along his face and neck making him feel so good. Anakin stopped his ministrations for a moment to look up at Obi-Wan with a warm and dreamy smile.

“Then we are both asleep and dreaming it seems.”

They shared a quiet laugh together, in acknowledgement of their newly found happiness in one another’s embrace. Obi-Wan ran a delicate hand down Anakin’s face lightly, as Anakin in return, raked his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair, before the aching need and urgency to be closer overtook them once more and they kissed again deeply, longingly and devouringly.

They helped each other out of their clothes, each man stunned and without speech for many moments. Anakin was in awe of Obi-Wan, too beautiful to Anakin to be described in words which would simply not do him justice. Obi-Wan was equally taken aback by the gloriousness of Anakin, lovely beyond compare; certain he would never again see anything in the universe that would hold a candle to the beauty of Anakin’s body.

He went to hold him, but Anakin pushed him away from him; confusing Obi-Wan for a second before he understood all too well Anakin’s sudden distress and reluctance. Obi-Wan watched as Anakin slipped off his leather gauntlet slowly to reveal his mechanical arm, with its black-armoured shielding covering over the electromotive lines and bronze coloured duro-steel. The arm made a curious, soft whirring sound as Anakin moved it. Obi-Wan had thought nothing of it, as he admired Anakin’s body, but he now saw the dilemma. Obi-Wan felt a pang of regret and anguish for his former Padawan. He wanted to reassure him that there was nothing wrong, that it didn’t detract from the man that Anakin was.

“Anakin…” He began, but was interrupted.

“Does this bother you?” Anakin asked worriedly, lifting up the cyborg limb as he looked at Obi-Wan anxiously. Obi-Wan shook his head and took the mechanical hand in his own.

“No. It’s part of you Anakin. You know I love you, and this cannot detract from that.” He looked into Anakin’s eyes with steely intent. “It’s all right Anakin.” He looked him up and down and the lust started to take over his senses, he was just so beautiful in every way. Obi-Wan moved closer to Anakin again and put an arm around his waist. Obi-Wan smiled at the strangled moan Anakin let out as their bodies touched.

’This was better.’ Obi-Wan thought. Encouraged, he ventured on.

“Can you still feel anything with it?” He entreated softly. And with Anakin’s mechanical hand still in his, Obi-Wan skimmed his lips over the electrostatic fingertips and blew on them so gently, almost reverently. Anakin’s eyes closed and he swayed slightly.

“Yes.” He breathed. And that was enough, because Anakin took him in his arms then and held him so fiercely that Obi-Wan almost couldn’t breathe. But he was humbled and deeply moved by Anakin’s soft words in his ear.

“What would I do without you? Where would I be without you?” Obi-Wan’s arms stole around Anakin just as fiercely upon hearing those words.

“Anakin, know that I love you no matter what, you are my beautiful Knight.” Obi-Wan chanted his name over and over again as he kissed Anakin all over his face and his neck, before working his way down to his chest. “My beautiful Knight, my own Anakin…”

They were overwhelmed with the feel of each other; flesh to flesh, and arms and legs entwined, it was wonderful. But it was not just the physical sensation of coming together that had them so captive in each others’ orbits, amazing though that was, but that they were Jedi and attuned to the Force as well. It made everything feel stronger, more intense, and through their Force bond, their love and desire for each other felt astoundingly powerful, and incredibly sensual.

They writhed and moaned against one another, Obi-Wan grinding down upon Anakin with all his strength. Somewhere in his lustful haze he remembered to be careful of the bacta patch that covered Anakin’s laser wound, not that Anakin was in any state to feel any discomfort from it. Both men were lost to the feel of their cocks rubbing together and the warmth and comfort of each others bodies. They sighed, moaned and whispered their undying love to each other in between hot, wet kisses. Until that night, Obi-Wan had never heard his name uttered so many times, and in such sweet, enchanting and ravishingly hot ways. Anakin too, thought he’d never heard his name sound as good as from the mouth of his beloved Obi-Wan.

Oh, how in love these two men were right then, in that tent, on that verdant wet planet, with its tumbling rivers and snow-capped mountains that took one’s breath away. And when it came time for release, they both came as one, as the team that they were. It was glorious and both were overwhelmingly moved to tears. Through all the struggles with the war and the dangers they were constantly exposed to, they had made it, to be here at last in each others’ arms. They settled for a little while afterwards, just basking in each other’s afterglow. A little light conversation had them waxing lyrical on the nature of Love as it pertained to the Force, and how no one had taught them this at the temple, how wonderful it could be. They pondered on the need for such love to truly understand the motivations of others, especially non Jedi. Compassion, honour and fealty; what were such abstract notions without the proper context of love on an individual’s level? They contemplated on this for some time, Anakin adamantly believing wholeheartedly that to have anything less was to be incomplete. Obi-Wan felt deeply moved by this, knowing that Anakin honoured him by his love for him, and taking Anakin’s hand in his own, he brought it to his lips and kissed it tenderly in humble gratitude.

They gazed at each other adoringly and dreamily as they began to explore one another’s bodies again with gentle, considered touches. Warm touches led to stroking, which led to kissing and rolling around, and in a matter of minutes the two men were twisting and grinding against one another passionately, once more lost in love and lust, before surrendering to the inevitable. As dawn broke they decided it was time to come back to themselves and replenish their stock with some much needed sleep. Anakin grabbed the blanket and pulled it over them both, and together they snuggled up against each other, one final exchange of undying love and a kiss or two, before they succumbed to slumber; finally all the soldiers in the camp were now at rest.

*THE END*