Role Reversal

See part 1 for disclaimer, etc.

Part 2: Tomorrow

"The day is almost over, Master," Anakin said quietly. He had come up behind Obi-Wan, who stood in the doorway to the cockpit of the freighter they were riding back to Coruscant, watching the stars stretch to infinity as they made the jump to hyperspace.

Obi-Wan smiled, enjoying the new lilt to the way his apprentice said 'Master'. It made him want to lean back against the strong body behind him. Then he caught the rest of his Padawan's meaning, and he felt his face growing hot.

"Thank you, Captain," he said quickly. "If there any pny problems, we will be in our cabin...meditating." And he turned and gestured for Anakin to precede him down the little hallway.

"You were flirting with her," Anakin said over his shoulder as they walked past several cargo areas toward the tiny passenger section.

"What?" his Master asked. He was momentarily distracted by the close-up view of his Padawan bent over, his long, lean frame too tall for the pipe-and-vent-cluttered corridor.

"You were flirting with her. Captain Meskir. She is rather pretty, even for a Chalactan."

"I was not," Obi-Wan responded defensively, not realizing how much he sounded like his apprentice. "We were merely having polite conversation."

"Oh, I wasn't accusing, Mr. r. I know you can't help it if everyone you meet is attracted to you."

"Hmph," Obi-Wan responded, deciding not to argue; if he had that 'problem' he was sure his apprentice did, too. "And if we were flirting...does that bother you?"

They had reached the portal to their room, and Anakin was able to stand up and turn around. "Not anymore," he answered, smiling broadly and arching a brow as he opened the door to their shared quarters. He stepped aside to w Obw Obi-Wan to enter first, but not so far aside to avoid their bodies brushing up against each other. The Master smiled appreciatively as he passed.

Once inside, Obi-Wan wasted no time stripping off his belt and tunics, tossing them onto thevas vas bag stuffed in one corner of the tiny room. When he turned to sit on one of the cots and remove his boots, he realized Anakin was still standing, just inside the now closed door, watching him.

"What are you doing, Anakin?"

"Watching the show," came the cheeky reply.

Obi-Wan smiled and went back to his boots. "Did you buy a ticket?" he teased. "This is an exclusive club."

"Lifetime pass."

"That must have been very expensive," Obi-Wan played along, as he tucked his boots under the cot, then stood up.

"I was willing to pay any price," his apprentice answered, the playfulness in his voice and face turning to seriousness as he took a step towards his Master, his eyes devouring the half-naked man.

"Then I'd better give you your money's worth," Obi-Wan rejoined. And with one step he closed the gap between them.

Like two strong magnets, they came together, their lips meeting in a searing kiss as their arms circled each other. The difference in their heights meant that Anakin had to lean down a bit, his leverage bending the shorter man. It made Anakin feel in control, powerful, making his already inflamed senses reel. It made Obi-Wan feel controlled, overpowered, and he relaxed into the feeling, reveling in it. He hadn't felt anything like it since...but that was a long time ago.

The kiss broke, both men panting, their embrace loosening. Obi-Wan's hands found their way to Anakin's belt, began to undress him. Anakin let his hands explore the broad back of his Master, content to be undressed, his mind focused entirely on what was to come. On Obi-Wan's promise of the day before.

"I want you, Obi-Wan," he whispered, his lips gracing the older man's forehead and temple with kisses. "I want you inside me. I want to feel you inside me."

Obi-Wan groaned, his fingers moving faster on his Padawan's fastenings. "I want you, too, my love. You have no idea how much."

Anakin thought he did have some idea, if the huskiness of his Master's voice, the wildness in his eyes, and the hard bulge he keressressing against his lover's thigh were any indication. Faced with that evidence, he couldn't help himself. He bent to capture his Master's lips once more, inadvertently forcing him to step back, toward the bed. Anakin followed, desperate to maintain theintacntact.

Until Obi-Wan suddenly fell out from under him.

Anakin opened his eyes to find his Master sitting before him on the cot, his golden head at navel height, his hands still tangled in his apprentice's half-open tunic.

"Master..." Anakin breathed, not sure whether he meant it as an apology or a declaration of love, the single word conveying all his feelings at once. Reaching out, he caressed Obi-Wan's cheek tenderly.

Obi-Wan looked up, their eyes locking as the older man kissed the younger man's palm. Then he leaned forward and, pulling aside the fabric before him, placed a kiss on his apprentice's exposed abdomen.

Anakin groaned, his eyes closing, his hand fisting in his lover's silky hair, as the vibrating passion that had filled his body since they entered the room seemed to coalesce into one shining point just a bit south of where his Master's lips continued to create magic against his skin.

"Anakin," those magic lips whispered. Then strong hands were running up Anakin's chest to the shoulder, pushing off the leather hauberk, the tunics, everything in their way. Barely had the garments slipped down to fall unheeded to the floor, but Obi-Wan's hands were making short work of the remaining impediments. Anakin felt his trousers sliding over his hips, and opened his eyes in time to see his Master nuzzle his throbbing cock with his long nose.

"Oh, Force, Obi-Wan, please," he breathed, not really sure what he was pleading for, when what he was getting was so wonderful. As he watched, his Master traced a wet trail along the length of him with his tongue, before placing soft lips around the weeping head. Involuntarily, Anakin's hips thrust forward, and Obi-Wan's mouth expanded to take him. Anakin gasped and thrust again, voluntarily this time.

To his surprise, Obi-Wan pulled back.

"Not yet. I want you to come with me inside you."

Anakin could only whimper in agreement as his Master stood, and taking his unresisting Padawan by the shoulders, maneuvered him into a reclining position on the cot. As Obi-Wan finished undressing him, and them himself, Anakin laill,ill, trembling with anticipation. All day he had thought about this moment, all through the interminable wedding, the packing, and finally the boarding of their ship. Obi-Wan's promise had carried him through, allowed him to tolerate the effusive thanks from both sides of the planetary conflict, the narrow-eyed stares from the bride. But now that it was here, he felt inadequate, unsure, and desperate all at once.

Obi-Wan had finished stripping, and now looked down at his Padawan with loving eyes. Anakin's hands were at his sides, his knees drawn up, his eyes wide. Obi-Wan placed his hands on those knees and urged them gently apart as he sat near his apprentice's feet.

"Anakin," he began, as he ran his hands up the slowly spreading thighs. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Master."

"Call me Obi-Wan when we are...together." His lips followed the trail his hands had blazed.

"Yes, Mas- Obi-Wan."

"I want to briou pou pleasure." His lips had reached his apprentice's groin, so he moved to the other thigh. "But you must promise to tell me if I do anything you do not like."

"I promise, Ma- Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan smiled against his apprentice's flesh, glad to get that out of the way. It was always important in a relationship, but espely ily in a Master/Apprentice relationship, to make sure the subordinate did not feel coerced in any way. He remembered how much he had wanted to feel an equal role with his own Master.

Having adequately attended to the now-wide-open thighs, Obi-Wan dipped his warm tongue to the base of Anakin's penis, then suckled there a moment before moving slowly upward. The Padawan took in a long, deep breath. "You can also tell me if I do anything you do like," Obi-Wan added, humor warming his voice.

"Mmmm," Anakin murmured, and was about to say more when a warm tongue licked across his balls, stealing his breath.

Obi-Wan, figuring by this response that he could put that move on the "like" list, did it again. And again, bathing Anakin's balls with his warm, soft tongue, tracing the sensitive line that bisected them, and finally taking each testicle one at a time into his mouth, all accompanied by the younger man's blissful moans. It was only when he dipped even lower that he finally got a verbal response.

"Oh, Force, yes!" Anakin exclaimed, as his tingling balls were moved gently out of the way and he felt something warm and wet circle his anus. All the time he'd spent imagining being filled by his Master had made that part of his body extra sensitive, and now he was reaping the reward for his patience.

Obi-Wan, holding Anakin's sac out of the way with one hand to provide his tongue access, moaned at his Padawan's responsiveness. Not only was Anakin scrupulously clean - he had obviously prepared before interrupting his Master's flirting session with the Captain - but Obi-Wan could already feel him opening, relaxing under his ministrations. This was going to go even better than he'd hoped.

Continuing to stimulate the puckered opening with his tongue, Obi-Wan reached up with his free hand to gently stroke the rock hard organ above him. Only a little, though; he wanted Anakin to be aching for release when his Master finally entered him.

The proper amount of stimulation applied, judged by the noises Anakin was making, Obi-Wan brought his hand back down. After taking a moment to coat his index finger with saliva, a moment which seemed an eternity to Anakin, the older man applied the slippery digit to the waiting hole, and pressed. There hadn't been time to see to Anakin's needy fingernails that day, but Obi-Wan had made it a point to manicure his own. The finger slipped in easily up to the first knuckle.

Anakin gasat tat the sensation, unexpected even though anticipated, and his body tightened around the invasion.

"Relax, Anakin, my love," Obi-Wan soothed, moving so that he could get his mouth on Anakin's cock once more. A few warm, deep strokes, and he felt his apprentice loosening. "That's it. Enjoy it. It feels good, doesn't it? This is what you want, isn't it?"

The sound of his Master's rich voice was almost as pleasurable to Anakin as what his mouth and finger were doing. "Yes, yes," the apprentice sighed, his body slowly catching up to his mind in appreciation of the internal stimulation he was getting. It was an unusual feeling, not exactly pleasurable, but not unpleasant. But he so wanted to take all of that finger, to show his Master what he wanted from him, to please Obi-Wan, that he forced himself to push down.

Obi-Wan felt him move, let him, let his finger be engulfed. He could also feel Anakin tense up as he was entered too quicklnd ind immediately, but smoothly, pulled the digit back out.

Anakin was about to cry out, to pull back, to admit he couldn't go through with it, as he felt Obi-Wan's finger push through virgin territory. But the sensation that washed over him as that finger was removed changed his mind. Maybe it was worth it, that strange feeling of being penetrated, for this.

"Do that again," he whispered, "but slower." And he concentrated on relaxing, accepting what was to come.

Obi-Wan complied with his Padawan's wishes, pressing his finger back into the younger man's body while simultaneously swirling his tongue around the head of his cock. When his finger met some resistance, he continued to press, firmly but gently. When the digit was completely engulfed, he pulled it back out, slowly. Anakin had lain very still throughout, but on this last stroke he moaned softly.

"Better?" Obi-Wan asked quietly.

"Yes."

"More?"

"Yes."

"A moment." Obi-Wan placed a farewell kiss on his Padawan's cock as he carefully removed his finger. Then he turned to retrieve the bottle of lotion from his pack. Only a few moments had passed when he returned and placed two warm, slippery hands on his Padawan's body. One wrapped around the straining cock, one cupped a muscular buttock. "You're doing wonderfully, my love," Obi-Wan said huskily, as he began to stroke the shaft with one hand, the other pressed not one but two fingertips into the partially prepared opening. They slid in much easier this time. "It's going to feel so good, for both of us, when I am inside you."

Anakin whimpered, his thighs spreading even wider, his body melting under the caress of his Master's hands and voice. How had he ever considered stopping this, when it felt so good? Some magical connection seemed to have been made between his ass and his cock, each stimulation of one seeming to travel straight to the other. A connection that was only strengthened whbi-Wbi-Wan's long fingers were finally all the way in, and the tips brushed against a particularly pleasurable spot Anakin hadn't known he had.

"Oh, M- Obi-Wan," Anakin panted, twitching from this unexpected, but very welcome, new stimulation. "I- I think I'm ready." All he wanted right now was to feel that same spot stimulated by his Master's cock, to know he was giving his Master as much pleasure as he was getting.

"Almost," Obi-Wan said, smiling. Always in a hurry, he thought. Although, he had to admit his apprentice really was doing well, he could feel his body opening. But he wanted to be completely sure, to make this as easy and painless as possible. And he was very much enjoying the sight of Anakin giving in to pleasure at his hands. Almost as much as he planned to enjoy fucking him later.

Very slowly, Obi-Wan drew out his two fingers and added a third before pressing back in. He expected a new round of tightening resistance to overcome, but was pleasantly surprised to find none. Glancing up, he found Anakin watching him.

"Please, Obi-Wan, fuck me." Unbeknownst to Obi-Wan, Anakin had belatedly remembered some focused meditation techniques he'd learned from Yoda to relax his trembling muscles. That his focus was on something Yoda had probably never considered was probably best kept a secret.

"Oh, Anakin," Obi-Wan breathed, overcome by the love and need he saw in those eyes, and the way the beautiful young body was responding to him. Ahead of the curve, as usual. He couldn't help but agree; it was time.

Very slowly, Obi-Wan let his fingers slide out of his apprentice. Then he stood, leaning over to kiss his full lips. "On your knees," he whispered.

Anakin flipped over so fast he nearly knocked his Master to the floor. Obi-Wan, who had jumped out of the way just in time, took a long moment to appreciate the gorgeous young man on his knees, before reaching for another dollop of lubricant. This time he prepared his own cock, making sure to thoroughly coat it before positioning himself behind his apprentice.

"We'll do this at your pace, Anakin," Obi-Wan explained, as he stroked the muscular buttocks before him. "You decide how much you want, all right?"

"Yes, please, just take me, Obi-Wan."

His cock twitching at the need he heard in his lover's voice, Obi-Wan couldn't wait any longer. Spreading Anakin's ks wks with one hand, he aimed himself with the other and pushed gently forward.

Anakin moaned as he was entered. He had indeed been well prepared, and the entire head of Obi-Wan's cock sunk in effortlessly. Before he had any inkling of difficulty, he felt his Master pulling out.

"Wha-?" he protested, wanting that fullness again, wanting even more. He lifted his head to look over his shoulder at Obi-Wan.

"Shh, I'm not going anywhere," the older man soothed, pushing back in even as they spoke, this time going just a little further.

Anakin's eyes closed, his breathing grew deep, as he once again focused on relaxing. It was working; his Master was inside him. It was all he'd ever wanted. Now he wanted nothing more than to take that entire beautiful cock up his ass. Single-mindedly focused, he pushed back, hard.

A jolting pain brought his eyes snapping open, as his traitorous body rejected what his mind wanted. Involuntarily, he jerked forward, away from the invading organ.

"Slower, darling," he heard his Master say soothingly, as warm hands caressed his back. "We'll get through this last bit, but you mustn't rush." Gently, Obi-Wan pulled his apprentice back upright and applied the tip of his turgid cock to the contracted opening. "Short, gentle strokes, let it happen," he continued to explain as he felt the young body before him relax a little once more. With his hands on Anakin's hips, he urged the young man to move, while he held his own body still.

Anakin quickly got the idea, beginning a gentle rocking motion that allowed his Master's cock deeper and deeper into him. It was difficult to judge just how much he had taken; all he knew was that it wasn't enough. When he felt that magical spot inside him again, when Obi-Wan's body was pressed firmly against his, only then would it be enough, only then would he be satisfied. And yet, at the same time, the unfamiliarity of what he was feeling and the memory of the pain held him back. Soon Obi-Wan\ock ock was buried as deep as before, and still his last internal barrier held fast.

"I can't, Obi-Wan," he panted finally, pleadingly. "I want to, but-"

"It's okay, Anakin. We can stop if you want. But first, try touching yourself."

Anakin blinked, hardly believing he had heard right. But he was willing to try anything for Obi-Wan, and the way his neglected cock throbbed when he thought of it, it seemed a sensible suggestion. Snaking one hand down his belly, he took himself in hand, stroked firmly.

"That's it," Obi-Wan praised, inferring through the movement of the sheets what he couldn't see. "Now imagine how good it's going to feel when I'm completely inside you. Picture my cock disappearing into you."

Anakin groaned, his eyes tightly shut. He could indeed picture that, mingled it with memories of his own cock thrusting into his Master just the night before. Hardly realizing he was doing it, he pushed back as he stroked himself even more firmly.

Above him, his Master was imagining much the same montage of images. It was all he could do not to shove himself deep into the tight ass before him, but he managed. Anticipating being completely engulfed, appreciating every millimeter gained towards that goal, he had his head thrown back, a look of concentrated, yearning bliss on his face, when he felt his balls slap against his apprentice's ass.

It took a moment for Anakin to notice; he was more focused on the internal stimulation he was getting, having found that magic spot again, his strokes getting longer and harder as he sought to maximize pressure on it. When he did realize he had taken his Master's entire impressive erection, a wave of warmth, relief, and need washed through him.

"Obi-Wan, fuck me!" he called.

His Master was ready and willing to oblige.

When he'd felt himself bottom out inside Pad Padawan, Obi-Wan's fingers had gripped the younger man's hips as he fought the desperate urge to plough into the tight passageway. Now, even as he heard his apprentice begging for just that, he still controlled himself. Taking one long, slow stroke, out and in, to make sure Anakin felt no pain, he gasped at the incredible sensation of hot flesh pulling at him, surrounding him, surrendering to him. When, on the second stroke, he felt Anakin pushing against him, he lost all ability to be careful.

"Anakin, Force, you feel good!" And he pushed into his apprentice energetically.

"Yes, just like that!" Anakin grunted back. His hand was pumping the length of his cock in time with Obi-Wan's thrusts, the two feelings mingling in a spiraling wave of ecstasy that was rising in him, flooding him. He felt hot, breathless, frantic for release, until finally- "I'm coming, oh, yeah..."

Liquid heat spurted from him, but that feeling was overwhelmed by the deep contractions he could feel inside, magnified by being stretched around Obi-Wan's hard cock. He was so tight, he couldn't bear it. It was wonderful. And it went on and on.

Above, Obi-Wan heard his Padawan's words, his inarticulate animal joy, felt the young body constrict so tightly around him that he could hardly move. It was wonderful. He let it wash over him, fill his senses, and when it reached his groin, he released it. With a heavy moan, he came deep inside Anakin's body.

Both men felt their knees giving way, and sank awkwardly to the bed, Obi-Wan's softening organ slipping out as he rolled beside his apprentice. The Master felt a deep need to touch his Padawan, to hold him, to kiss him. Pulling the younger man into his arms, back to chest, he nuzzled his sweat-spiked hair as he tried to contact as much or their skin surfaces as possible.

"Thank you, love," Obi-Wan murmured over and over, overwhelmed by the love he felt for this man, who trusted him so completely, had given of himself so completely.

To his surprise, Anakin laughed.

"Thank Tha Thank you!" he corrected, turning in his Master's arms to look him in the eye, and grace him with a satisfied smile.

"All right," Obi-Wan said, returning the smile. "We'll agree to thank each other."

"On a daily basis," Anakin rejoined, enjoying the banter, and the genuine happiness on his Master's face. He would do anything to keep him that happy. He was already looking forward to his next opportunity as he tucked his head under Obi-Wan's chin and let himself relax into sleep.

End Part 2