Unpledged Allegiance

Obi-Wan was faintly aware of a pair of strong hands leading him over to the sofa where Anakin had been sitting moments before. He heard faint voices, no more than mere whispers. He tried to focus his eyes on the two forms in front of him, but all he saw were dark, blurred images. He tried in vain to open his mouth to say something, anything, though the words would not come. He was momentarily gripped by fear, fear that felt like an icy grip around his neck. The fear was fleeting though and was soon replaced with a different, unexpected feeling.

His eyes started to come into focus and he could see Azkara and Anakin and hear them talking, their voices no longer a whisper in his mind. The icy grip he felt turned into a warm soothing sensation that started at the top of his head and spread all the way down to his toes. He felt oddly calm and relaxed.

He watched Azkara leave the room quickly and saw Anakin turn towards him and glance his way.

“Master?” Anakin asked in a concerned voice and started towards Obi-Wan.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan questioned back with a soft, curious voice.

“Master, how do you feel?” Anakin asked, his worry evident.

“I feel strange, Anakin. What happened?” Obi-Wan asked.

“You looked like you might faint, Master.” Anakin said as he kneeled down and took Obi-Wan’s face in his hands. “Are you alright?” he asked as he stroked the man’s hair away from his temple and out of his eyes.

“Padawan, there is something going on here. There was the drink- your drink, the fact that you were already here when I arrived and the way you have been shielding from me ever since she got here. I feel like it should concern me, though I am guessing that there was something in that drink that is currently making me feel otherwise.” He eyed Anakin and continued. “Please, Anakin, tell me, what is going on?” This time it was Obi-Wan who took Anakin’s face in his hands.

“Obi-Wan.” Anakin said as he put his hands over the other mans and gently pulled them off his own cheeks before standing up to leave. “I shouldn’t be here. I have to go.”

“Anakin, don’t go.” Obi-Wan said, stopping Anakin dead in his tracks with the plea in his voice. Anakin knew it was the drug taking its effect, knew that Obi-Wan was just feeling the high that Azkara intended, but he wanted to stay. He did not want to walk through that door, but he knew he must.

“Forgive me Master.” And with that, Anakin left.

Azkara came back into the room. “Ah, Obi-Wan. I see you are better. You gave us a scare there.”

Obi-Wan stood up carefully, expecting his knees to buckle, but instead finding he felt like he was walking on air. “Why did Anakin leave?” he questioned Azkara.

“Well, I told him to of course. I saw the way you reacted when he came up behind you, Obi-Wan. I hear the desire in your thoughts,” she said as she came closer towards him.

“What did you put in that drink? I feel very odd. I feel very…” Obi-Wan trailed off.

“You feel warm. You feel relaxed. You feel like nothing could bother you now. You will soon feel like a wild animal, Obi-Wan, my love. You will want me, even more than you already do,” Azkara chuckled.

“But Anakin? You put that in his drink, and he knew? Are you two having a thing now?” He asked not hiding the anger in his voice.

“A thing? Yes, you could call it a thing. Lots of things, actually.” She said to Obi-Wan as she pressed against him and moved his body back over to the sofa.

“You and Anakin? I guess I should have known, or maybe I did know.” Obi-Wan no longer felt relaxed. He felt anger flowing through him. He felt not warm, but hot; hot and ready to hurt Azkara.

She sensed this; she not only read his thoughts but she could hear them. They spoke to her. Obi-Wan’s anger spoke to her. She pushed him down onto the sofa and straddled him. “Obi-Wan. Let your anger out; take me, use me.”

“I do not want you. I do not WANT to want you.” Obi-Wan was yelling now, and despite himself, he was grinding into Azkara, who met his blind thrusts with her own sense of urgency.

“Fine, you don’t want me, Obi-Wan? Is it Anakin you want? Kiss me, you will taste him. He tastes so sweet, Obi-Wan, that young student of yours.” Her lips were inches from his. He wanted nothing more than to slide his tongue into her mouth and to search for any taste of Anakin he could get. But before he could kiss her, she said something, something that changed his world.

“Take me, Obi-Wan. Take me and pretend it is Anakin if you must. Take me from behind and ravage me, push hard into me and scream his name. Scream his name like Qui-Gon used to scream yours.” She whispered to him.

Obi-Wan stared blindly at her, and for a moment, only a moment, the rage subsided. “What?” He barely whispered.

“Slip yourself down between my legs, Obi-Wan and taste your Padawan there. He was inside of me merely hours ago. Reach your tongue up deep inside of me and taste him, just like your Master used to do. I would come from you to him. He would ask me not to shower. He would ask me what we had done and then we would do it all over again. He would taste your bitter sweetness on my tongue and drink in your juices between my legs. Then he would roll me over, Obi-Wan, and fuck me. He would fuck me like he always wanted to fuck you. Just like your Padawan would like to do to you.” She finished.