For This Moment
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
4,223
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
“They’re so tiny,” Anakin marvels as he holds his children, one tucked securely in each arm. I have to smile at the image, for it seems inexplicably right to see him this way.
We had crawled out of his bed and as I looked at him, he said quietly. “I want to see my children. I need to see them.”
“I’ll take you,” I had answered with a smile. Inside I was wondering if this would be the beginning of the end. Would my newfound love take his children and walk away from Coruscant, the Temple, away from **me** forever? But I was helpless to do anything else. We got dressed in silence, not talking about what we had done in that bed, the things we had said. I was utterly lonely, but still I smiled.
Now we are here, and he is getting to know his children.
He brushes his lips along Leia’s brown curls. “They’re perfect.” Anakin shares a look with me, and I find comfort in its nature. It is the glance that one lover gives another. Perhaps there is hope after all. “Would you like to hold him?” he asks as he holds out his son toward me.
I take Anakin’s son with trembling hands, overcome with emotion. Somehow, this little one seems even more precious because of who his father is. Anakin stares at me with rapt attention, a half-smile tugging at his lips as I adjust Luke’s precious weight in my arms. I sit down and study the baby carefully, taking in the blue eyes so much like his father’s, the tiny but determined chin, the blond fluff that adorns his head. We sit in the healing ward, each of us holding a newborn baby, silence between us except for the sounds the children make. I look up and catch his eyes on me and there is something in those azure depths that makes me flush.
“You look good holding a baby,” he whispers. His words cause my blood to thunder in my veins. Hope thrums through me.
I don’t know what to say to that, so I hide my confusion by kissing the top of Luke’s head. How can I tell him that holding this baby has made me wish for things I have no right to wish for? What would his reaction be if I said that I wanted **us** to be a family, to raise these children together, giving them a happy home with two loving parents? It is an impossible dream and I try very hard to bury it deep within me.
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Later that evening, after a simple meal and some more time with the babies, we return by tacit agreement to Anakin’s quarters. We know we will not be disturbed there, for the Chosen One’s loss is well known by now, his grief whispered of in the corridors of the Temple.
He has lost a forbidden wife and the Chancellor, his good friend. Both lost while we engaged in the Outer Rim sieges. Padme died giving birth prematurely, and Palpatine died when Grievous’ ship crashed, killing everyone on board. Dooku died, too. I’ll not grieve for him. He took Anakin’s arm and helped to plunge the galaxy into war. The quick death of that crash was far too merciful.
For now, the Jedi will leave him alone and I am granted a similar mercy by my status as his former Master. They all assume I am spending my time comforting him, guiding him through the dark valley of his grief, bringing him back to the fold of the Jedi herd.
In a way, they are right.
We curl up on the couch together and talk of the twins. Then he shifts in my arms and turns his face up so that his lips are just a breath away from my own. “Will you stay the night?” he asks.
“If you want me to,” I answer, though my heart is already pounding out an affirmative answer. Yes, yes, yes, forever yes.
His hand comes up and he brushes his thumb across my lips. “I’d like that.”
Slowly, I lean down and kiss him. His mouth opens sweetly to the touch of my tongue and I am swept away by longing. I am still surprised at how quickly he can rouse my passion with just a simple kiss. I am hard and ready for him, my body aching. I strive hard to gather my composure and regain control.
It is not easily won.
“Don’t…” he whispers.
I moan softly in inquiry. “Don’t try to control it…this,” he explains just before his hand slips into my leggings and pushes them down, freeing the erection that is already waiting for him. He slides down and in the next instant I am engulfed in his mouth and I cry out. It’s too much, too soon, and I fear I am lost.
My hands clutch in his hair. “Anakin…” I murmur in warning.
His only response is to increase his efforts to make me explode, and I feel his hips thrusting subtly against my leg, reminding me that his lust matches my own. It is enough to send me spiraling over the edge, his name a desperate plea on my lips.
Anakin swallows hungrily, showing no sign of revulsion, and suddenly I am intensely curious. I want to find out how he gained the expertise I am now enjoying so thoroughly. I want to know, I **need** to know.
Then he is beside me and laughing softly in my ear. “I’ll show you,” he says.
This is the first inkling I have that we are more closely bound now than before, much more than Padawan and Master, brothers-in-arms. We have become lovers in every sense of the word. The bond has not been formed by me alone, but with Anakin’s cooperation. It bodes well and the Force moves between us, linking our hearts and souls together in a rare and wondrous way.
I begin to tremble, overcome with gratitude. And fear.
I fear that this will not last and when he leaves me I will be a broken man, shattered beyond repair.
“Don’t worry about that,” he rasps against my throat. And then I feel his mind linking with mine and I see him as if in a vision. He opens up his heart and mind to me, and I see what was. He is young, still a teenager, the long gone Padawan braid sticking to his sweaty neck.
And there is a man with him.
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Anakin flopped back, shuddering and panting as the last vestiges of his climax roared through him. With a grin, Quinn found a towel and wiped off Anakin’s belly. The young Jedi could do no more than allow the ministrations. “There, good as new,” Quinn murmured just before he gave Anakin’s belly a kiss.
“I…” Anakin trailed off. “That was amazing,” he said with a shy smile. He had never known that another’s touch on him would be so delightfully different, so exciting. “Thank you,” he whispered as he brushed his fingers along Quinn’s cheek.
“You’re welcome,” Quinn replied and then shifted his position.
Anakin felt Quinn’s hard length press into his thigh and looked down at the impressive erection straining at the older man’s pants. “You look uncomfortable,” the younger man whispered daringly.
Quinn trembled and reached for Anakin’s hand. Very slowly, giving him plenty of time to pull away, he brought the Jedi’s hand closer to his groin. When Anakin cupped the hardness hidden beneath the brown leather, Quinn moaned and threw back his head. “Gods…” he hissed between clenched teeth.
Experiencing a moment of panic, his eyes flew up to Quinn’s face. Crystal blue eyes met his. “I don’t know what to do,” Anakin confessed in a shamed voice.
With a tender smile, Quinn unfastened his pants. “I’ll show you, baby,” he reassured him. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
The younger man nodded. “I’ve never-” He laughed. “I’ve never done **anything** at all.”
Quinn tugged on the braid that had fallen free of its securings and gave Anakin a wry smile. “I sort of figured that out after I got you here,” he admitted. “But by then I wanted you too much to send you back to your Master.”
Anakin felt a heavy throb run through him at the word “Master” then blushed and bit his lip. “You wanted me?” He sounded both surprised and pleased.
Shaking his head, Quinn drew the young man in for a gentle kiss. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”
“So you are you,” Anakin replied. Then he let his tongue dart out and lave at Quinn’s lips. The older man groaned and thrust his fingers into Anakin’s soft hair as Quinn’s hips began to rock subtly against the body hovering over him. Anakin pulled away, panting and his heart beating furiously. “I want to do something for you now, but…”
Without answering, Quinn slid his pants down his hips and his erection sprang free. He reached for Anakin’s hand and wrapped it around his cock along with his own hand. “I’ll show you,” he whispered. “I’ll teach you to touch me.”
Together, they stroked Quinn’s erection, the older man showing the younger how to alternate the pressure of the strokes, the way to twist his hand as it reached the glistening head, all the intimate touches that drove him over the edge. He grunted as he came in long, hot spurts that splashed over their entwined fingers and his own belly.
They collapsed against each other, both breathing heavily. Languidly, Anakin reached for a towel and cleaned up Quinn just as the other man had done for him earlier. Then he settled himself against Quinn’s chest and smiled as the older man’s arms embraced him. “I have to go soon,” the young Jedi said quietly.
“I know,” Quinn replied sadly. Then he kissed the top of Anakin’s head. “I’d love to see you again.”
With a grin, Anakin looked up. “I’d like that, too.” Then his eyes settled on Quinn’s lips. “I’d like to learn more about…” he blushed. “Well, everything!”
Quinn groaned. “Don’t’ look at me like that or I’ll be tempted to teach you lessons that probably should wait.”
Eyes alight with mischief, Anakin pursed his lips. “Like what?”
Quinn’s fingers brushed across Anakin’s lips. “I want to teach you to love me with this gorgeous mouth of yours,” he rasped. Then he licked his lips. “And I want to put my mouth on you, feel your heat fill my mouth until all I can taste is you.”
Anakin was trembling now, felt himself harden and throb in anticipation of the delights of which Quinn spoke. The older man leaned close to his ear and his hot breath made a shiver run down Anakin’s spine. “I want to feel what it’s like to make myself a part of you, to be surrounded by you. And I want to feel you push yourself inside of me so deep that I won’t be sure where you end and I start.” He licked Anakin’s ear. “That what I want to teach you.”
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Obi-Wan groaned as the vision ended, his hands moving to cup Anakin’s erection. “You were a star pupil,” he gasped as Anakin’s lips closed over the pulse thundering in his throat.
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Chapter 3
“They’re so tiny,” Anakin marvels as he holds his children, one tucked securely in each arm. I have to smile at the image, for it seems inexplicably right to see him this way.
We had crawled out of his bed and as I looked at him, he said quietly. “I want to see my children. I need to see them.”
“I’ll take you,” I had answered with a smile. Inside I was wondering if this would be the beginning of the end. Would my newfound love take his children and walk away from Coruscant, the Temple, away from **me** forever? But I was helpless to do anything else. We got dressed in silence, not talking about what we had done in that bed, the things we had said. I was utterly lonely, but still I smiled.
Now we are here, and he is getting to know his children.
He brushes his lips along Leia’s brown curls. “They’re perfect.” Anakin shares a look with me, and I find comfort in its nature. It is the glance that one lover gives another. Perhaps there is hope after all. “Would you like to hold him?” he asks as he holds out his son toward me.
I take Anakin’s son with trembling hands, overcome with emotion. Somehow, this little one seems even more precious because of who his father is. Anakin stares at me with rapt attention, a half-smile tugging at his lips as I adjust Luke’s precious weight in my arms. I sit down and study the baby carefully, taking in the blue eyes so much like his father’s, the tiny but determined chin, the blond fluff that adorns his head. We sit in the healing ward, each of us holding a newborn baby, silence between us except for the sounds the children make. I look up and catch his eyes on me and there is something in those azure depths that makes me flush.
“You look good holding a baby,” he whispers. His words cause my blood to thunder in my veins. Hope thrums through me.
I don’t know what to say to that, so I hide my confusion by kissing the top of Luke’s head. How can I tell him that holding this baby has made me wish for things I have no right to wish for? What would his reaction be if I said that I wanted **us** to be a family, to raise these children together, giving them a happy home with two loving parents? It is an impossible dream and I try very hard to bury it deep within me.
***************************
Later that evening, after a simple meal and some more time with the babies, we return by tacit agreement to Anakin’s quarters. We know we will not be disturbed there, for the Chosen One’s loss is well known by now, his grief whispered of in the corridors of the Temple.
He has lost a forbidden wife and the Chancellor, his good friend. Both lost while we engaged in the Outer Rim sieges. Padme died giving birth prematurely, and Palpatine died when Grievous’ ship crashed, killing everyone on board. Dooku died, too. I’ll not grieve for him. He took Anakin’s arm and helped to plunge the galaxy into war. The quick death of that crash was far too merciful.
For now, the Jedi will leave him alone and I am granted a similar mercy by my status as his former Master. They all assume I am spending my time comforting him, guiding him through the dark valley of his grief, bringing him back to the fold of the Jedi herd.
In a way, they are right.
We curl up on the couch together and talk of the twins. Then he shifts in my arms and turns his face up so that his lips are just a breath away from my own. “Will you stay the night?” he asks.
“If you want me to,” I answer, though my heart is already pounding out an affirmative answer. Yes, yes, yes, forever yes.
His hand comes up and he brushes his thumb across my lips. “I’d like that.”
Slowly, I lean down and kiss him. His mouth opens sweetly to the touch of my tongue and I am swept away by longing. I am still surprised at how quickly he can rouse my passion with just a simple kiss. I am hard and ready for him, my body aching. I strive hard to gather my composure and regain control.
It is not easily won.
“Don’t…” he whispers.
I moan softly in inquiry. “Don’t try to control it…this,” he explains just before his hand slips into my leggings and pushes them down, freeing the erection that is already waiting for him. He slides down and in the next instant I am engulfed in his mouth and I cry out. It’s too much, too soon, and I fear I am lost.
My hands clutch in his hair. “Anakin…” I murmur in warning.
His only response is to increase his efforts to make me explode, and I feel his hips thrusting subtly against my leg, reminding me that his lust matches my own. It is enough to send me spiraling over the edge, his name a desperate plea on my lips.
Anakin swallows hungrily, showing no sign of revulsion, and suddenly I am intensely curious. I want to find out how he gained the expertise I am now enjoying so thoroughly. I want to know, I **need** to know.
Then he is beside me and laughing softly in my ear. “I’ll show you,” he says.
This is the first inkling I have that we are more closely bound now than before, much more than Padawan and Master, brothers-in-arms. We have become lovers in every sense of the word. The bond has not been formed by me alone, but with Anakin’s cooperation. It bodes well and the Force moves between us, linking our hearts and souls together in a rare and wondrous way.
I begin to tremble, overcome with gratitude. And fear.
I fear that this will not last and when he leaves me I will be a broken man, shattered beyond repair.
“Don’t worry about that,” he rasps against my throat. And then I feel his mind linking with mine and I see him as if in a vision. He opens up his heart and mind to me, and I see what was. He is young, still a teenager, the long gone Padawan braid sticking to his sweaty neck.
And there is a man with him.
*******************************************
Anakin flopped back, shuddering and panting as the last vestiges of his climax roared through him. With a grin, Quinn found a towel and wiped off Anakin’s belly. The young Jedi could do no more than allow the ministrations. “There, good as new,” Quinn murmured just before he gave Anakin’s belly a kiss.
“I…” Anakin trailed off. “That was amazing,” he said with a shy smile. He had never known that another’s touch on him would be so delightfully different, so exciting. “Thank you,” he whispered as he brushed his fingers along Quinn’s cheek.
“You’re welcome,” Quinn replied and then shifted his position.
Anakin felt Quinn’s hard length press into his thigh and looked down at the impressive erection straining at the older man’s pants. “You look uncomfortable,” the younger man whispered daringly.
Quinn trembled and reached for Anakin’s hand. Very slowly, giving him plenty of time to pull away, he brought the Jedi’s hand closer to his groin. When Anakin cupped the hardness hidden beneath the brown leather, Quinn moaned and threw back his head. “Gods…” he hissed between clenched teeth.
Experiencing a moment of panic, his eyes flew up to Quinn’s face. Crystal blue eyes met his. “I don’t know what to do,” Anakin confessed in a shamed voice.
With a tender smile, Quinn unfastened his pants. “I’ll show you, baby,” he reassured him. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”
The younger man nodded. “I’ve never-” He laughed. “I’ve never done **anything** at all.”
Quinn tugged on the braid that had fallen free of its securings and gave Anakin a wry smile. “I sort of figured that out after I got you here,” he admitted. “But by then I wanted you too much to send you back to your Master.”
Anakin felt a heavy throb run through him at the word “Master” then blushed and bit his lip. “You wanted me?” He sounded both surprised and pleased.
Shaking his head, Quinn drew the young man in for a gentle kiss. “You have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”
“So you are you,” Anakin replied. Then he let his tongue dart out and lave at Quinn’s lips. The older man groaned and thrust his fingers into Anakin’s soft hair as Quinn’s hips began to rock subtly against the body hovering over him. Anakin pulled away, panting and his heart beating furiously. “I want to do something for you now, but…”
Without answering, Quinn slid his pants down his hips and his erection sprang free. He reached for Anakin’s hand and wrapped it around his cock along with his own hand. “I’ll show you,” he whispered. “I’ll teach you to touch me.”
Together, they stroked Quinn’s erection, the older man showing the younger how to alternate the pressure of the strokes, the way to twist his hand as it reached the glistening head, all the intimate touches that drove him over the edge. He grunted as he came in long, hot spurts that splashed over their entwined fingers and his own belly.
They collapsed against each other, both breathing heavily. Languidly, Anakin reached for a towel and cleaned up Quinn just as the other man had done for him earlier. Then he settled himself against Quinn’s chest and smiled as the older man’s arms embraced him. “I have to go soon,” the young Jedi said quietly.
“I know,” Quinn replied sadly. Then he kissed the top of Anakin’s head. “I’d love to see you again.”
With a grin, Anakin looked up. “I’d like that, too.” Then his eyes settled on Quinn’s lips. “I’d like to learn more about…” he blushed. “Well, everything!”
Quinn groaned. “Don’t’ look at me like that or I’ll be tempted to teach you lessons that probably should wait.”
Eyes alight with mischief, Anakin pursed his lips. “Like what?”
Quinn’s fingers brushed across Anakin’s lips. “I want to teach you to love me with this gorgeous mouth of yours,” he rasped. Then he licked his lips. “And I want to put my mouth on you, feel your heat fill my mouth until all I can taste is you.”
Anakin was trembling now, felt himself harden and throb in anticipation of the delights of which Quinn spoke. The older man leaned close to his ear and his hot breath made a shiver run down Anakin’s spine. “I want to feel what it’s like to make myself a part of you, to be surrounded by you. And I want to feel you push yourself inside of me so deep that I won’t be sure where you end and I start.” He licked Anakin’s ear. “That what I want to teach you.”
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Obi-Wan groaned as the vision ended, his hands moving to cup Anakin’s erection. “You were a star pupil,” he gasped as Anakin’s lips closed over the pulse thundering in his throat.
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