Through Catana's Eyes

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CHAPTER 2 - This is where the fun begins


For the remainder of the day, Catana saw little of the two Jedi, though they were never out of her thoughts. She was, in fact, in awe of these two heroes of the Republic. The stories told of their courage, skill and audacity in their defeat of the Separatist enemies. The Holonet broadcasts and the tales told in the Cantinas rarely spoke of them individually, but spoke of them rather as Anakin and Obi-Wan, Kenobi and Skywalker, as if they were a single entity. She wondered what would happen to each of them and to the Republic once they were no longer together.

The light evening meal was well received and she left the men to light the fire after her attempt succeeded only in filling the room with smoke but no flame. When Catana returned to the room to gather the remaining dishes, she found Anakin massaging Obi-Wan's shoulders. The logs were blazing in the fireplace and there was a small linger of smoke left in the room. She bowed to the men and returned to the kitchen to complete the evening’s tasks.

Catana heard a distinct moan coming from the other room and as she lifted her eyes she realized that she could see the two Jedi clearly through the decorative grate. Perhaps Anakin was kneading the muscles too forcefully, Catana thought, but when her breath caught in her throat as she watched him gently nipping and tugging at Obi-Wan’s ear, she knew the moans obviously had nothing to do with sore muscles. She could not tear her eyes away from the mesmerizing vision. Anakin, the object of her earlier lust, was indulging in his own obvious lust and Obi-Wan was certainly not protesting. A fleeting picture of this morning’s horseplay at the lake’s edge quickly passed through Catana’s mind and she wondered if this were merely a continuation. She soon realized that this was more than horseplay.
As he continued ravaging Obi-Wan’s ear, Anakin’s arms were slowly moving from his mentor’s shoulders to under his tunic where he was rubbing Obi-Wan's finely honed chest. Obi-Wan bent his head back and grabbing Anakin’s face, brought his former student’s teasing mouth to his own. It was Anakin’s turn to succumb to Obi-Wan and he did, as evidenced by the purring sounds coming from Anakin’s throat. As their mouths were grinding and pulsing together, Catana could hear their rasping breaths quicken, as did her own. She could feel their growing excitement coursing through the air when suddenly, they broke apart. Catana gasped at the feral look in Anakin’s eyes as he moved around the sofa, growling. She continued to watch as he sunk to his knees between Obi-Wan’s legs, never taking his eyes from Obi-Wan’s. Anakin was soon tearing the tunic from his master’s chest, setting himself to the task of devouring the nipples that he had already coaxed to erection with his hands.

Catana watched as Anakin's tongue flicked gently across Obi-Wan's nipple, eliciting a soft groan of approval from the elder Jedi. She continued to watch as the gentleness of his tongue was replaced by the harshness of his bite and then finally by the smoothness of his soothing kiss. She saw those same soft lips release the battered nipple and trail their way up Obi-Wan's neck in quite the same fashion. She held her breath as Anakin made his way, finally, up to meet Obi-Wan's. She knew as she watched Anakin's lips ghost across Obi-Wan's that she should leave, that she should not bear witness to the secret intimacy between these two men. She was entranced, however, frozen in time and unable to take her eyes off of them.

Her eyes widened as she watched Anakin slowly and gently trace the outline of Obi-Wan’s open mouth with his tongue and Catana found herself mimicking the action on her own lips. Anakin pulled back slightly and softly placed his hands on either side of Obi-wan’s face, staring intently into the older man’s eyes. Catana could see the haunted, desperate look the men gave each other, a look that silently cried of their need. Again, Catana felt herself to be an intruder yet, still, she stared, transfixed. Anakin’s eyes dropped to Obi-Wan’s lips and the young Jedi’s mouth descended upon them. Obi-Wan’s teeth caught Anakin’s full lower lip in their grasp, causing a deep moan to escape from Anakin’s throat. Catana could see Obi-Wan’s smile as he teased Anakin, nibbling and sucking softly on that lip until finally, Anakin escaped his tormentor’s grasp. Anakin’s mouth dove onto Obi-Wan’s and Catana could see that he met the onslaught with no hesitation. She saw their tongues meet and like the lightsabres of the sparring match she had witnessed earlier, each battled for dominance until their lips closed in on each other’s; it appeared to Catana that neither now sought dominance but rather sought to embrace the other as they kissed deeply and passionately. Catana’s pulse soared at this perfect vision.

She knew that it was now or never, that if she stayed in this spot any longer she would not be able to leave, but still she could not bring herself to go. She knew it was wrong to watch and even more wrong to enjoy, yet enjoy it she did. There, before her very own eyes were the team of Skywalker and Kenobi, caught up in their own personal battle of desire. Her pulse continued to race as their kisses became more intense, more full of hungry need. She watched as Anakin’s leather gloved hand made its way slowly down Obi-Wan’s thigh and then, towards his crotch. As she waited in tortured silence for his reaction, she felt a familiar ache from between her own thighs, and as she heard the low growl of approval from Obi-Wan, she let out an audible gasp. Catana instinctively knew what would come next. She knew when Anakin pulled his eager mouth away from his lover, where it would go next.

Catana’s breathing quickened in anticipation as she observed Anakin lightly trace his bare hand down Obi-Wan’s chest toward the leather-clad hand that moved firmly over Obi-Wan’s obvious arousal to meet at his waist. There, Catana saw Anakin’s slow and deliberate movements as he undid the fastening of Obi-Wan’s trousers and her inhalations soon matched the quick rhythmical sound of air moving over Anakin’s lips, lips still swollen from the skirmish with Obi-Wan. Catana was hypnotized by Anakin’s burning, unwavering stare into the eyes of his lover as Anakin lingered over each small motion in his tormenting quest to remove Obi-Wan from the bondage of his clothing. The hypnotic spell was broken only by the moans of hunger emitted from Obi-Wan’s throat. Catana saw Anakin smile at his success and she quickly covered her mouth to stop the sounds which threatened to burst from her throat, as Anakin swiftly and deftly released Obi-Wan’s erection from it’s confines.

Catana thought that Anakin looked like a lion about to pounce upon its prey. The look of intense desire in his eyes screamed, "Master you are mine." The counter look she saw in Obi-Wan before he succumbed to Anakin was one of complete submission. Anakin owned Obi-Wan physically, mentally; he owned Obi-Wan completely. Her own lust grew stronger as she watched Anakin begin to torment Obi-Wan with his warm mouth and eager tongue. She watched as Anakin expertly ran his tongue up Obi-Wan's length, feeling as if it was her flesh upon which he was feasting. Her own hands started to move freely about her body now and her ragged breathing had turned into a series of soft moans to match Obi-Wan's. Finally she saw that Obi-Wan could not stand the exquisite teasing any longer and she saw his hands entangled in the golden brown curls of Anakin's hair as he encompassed himself in the heaven that was Anakin's mouth.


Catana watched as Anakin’s lips slipped over Obi-Wan’s flesh and he began to gently suck as he moved upward. A deep groan escaped from Obi-Wan’s open mouth and Catana silently echoed his pleasure. She felt the heat increasing in her body as Anakin took more of his lover’s length into his mouth with each descent. Anakin rhythmical movements were exruciatingly slow but Catana could see the great delight he took in Obi-Wan’s obvious pleasure, never taking his eyes from Obi-Wan’s. She saw Anakin’s lips draw back and rake his teeth delicately over Obi-Wan on his ascent, causing Obi-Wan to gasp sharply at the unexpected sensation. Catana, awed by the young Jedi’s sensual actions, ached to have that mouth minister to her own body. With the next downward movement, Anakin encompassed Obi-Wan completely between his swollen, hungry lips and Catana could feel her body approaching its peak.

The waves of pleasure that began to wash over Catana seemed to have taken over Obi-Wan as well. Catana thought that neither of them could take this much longer. She saw Obi-Wan look pleadingly down at Anakin, silently begging for release. Anakin understood and with one swift, expert move engulfed his Master completely. The calm, gathered Jedi Master was no more as he lost complete control under the spell of Anakin's mouth. The apprentice had become the Master, if just for an unspoken moment. Catana closed her eyes as the final wave also came crashing over her, the perfect image etched forever in her mind.