The Lure of the Jedi

Disclaimer: The boy toys still aren't mine. I'd probably have way too much fun with them if they were. Oh well, I can wish. And write.
A/N Thank you all so much for reviewing. I'm sorry that it's been awhile since I updated. My creative processes simply haven't been working. I hope that this chapter is worth the wait.


It took all of Obi-wan’s restraint to not use the force to pull down the towel around Anakin’s waist.
“Anakin, we need to talk.”
“No, we don’t. I know what you will say, and I know how I’ll reply. It won’t be any different than earlier. So if you will excuse me, Master, I’ll go sleep on the couch.”
Before Anakin could reach the door, Obi-wan spoke from the bed.
“I know what you dreamed about.”
Anakin froze in his tracks. “Really,” he said, trying not to sound nervous.
“I never fell asleep, and you talked in your sleep.”
All the blood drained from Anakin’s face. “It was nothing. Just stupid hormones,” replied Anakin in a whisper.
“No, it wasn’t. You enjoyed it. That’s why you needed the shower. I’m sorry that this was the way you found out, but I have felt this way for a long time, though I refused to admit it to myself. I also assumed that there was even less hope when I saw your attentions toward Padmé.” Anakin opened his mouth to speak, but Obi-wan put a quieting hand up. “You did a good job hiding it, but you thought that I, the man who has trained you and lived with you for the last 12 years, wouldn’t notice where you were spending your nights? When I found out, I knew it was my fault. I was never much of a father to you. Qui-gon could have been a father. He died before his time. He could have loved you as a master should love his apprentice and though I eventually came to love you, it was not in any way that the Jedi would ever condone. You have caused me many nights of mediation to try and bring my feelings under control. Amazingly, I never gave up hope. But earlier this evening, I finally felt sure that I must. But your dream, Anakin. Are you sure that it was unwanted?”
Anakin fell mutely on the end of the bed. This outpouring of emotion from his master, the most controlled man in the universe, next maybe to Masters Windu and Yoda, was entirely unexpected. He would never have guessed that his Master had harbored such feelings toward him. He looked into his Master’s eyes, and when he saw the love there, his barriers melted. He knew what all the strange feelings he had gotten when training with Obi-wan meant.
“I’m not sure that I love you in the way you love me. However, I do believe that I have…lusted after you for quite some time. I guess I just never wanted to admit it to myself.” Anakin reached out and lightly stroked the side of his master’s face.
Obi-wan knew that it was far fetched to expect Anakin, a married man, to love him in the way he loved Anakin. However, he could tell that it had taken a lot for Anakin to admit his feelings. He sighed lightly as he felt Anakin’s hand on his face. As Anakin began to remove his hand, Obi-wan lightly grabbed his wrist. He lightly used his grip to pull Anakin toward him across the bed. When Anakin had reached him, Obi-wan put his hand on the side of Anakin’s face and, after an inward sigh of longing, kissed the younger Jedi.
Though he was expecting it this time, the kiss still surprised Anakin. Obi-wan felt so different than Padmé. Not just the feeling of his lips, but the feeling of his mind. It was harsher, more world weary, older. In some ways, it was this feeling, of Obi-wan’s mind against his, that Anakin found most seductive. He wondered why his skin had always tingled when their minds met during force training. Now he knew. And he wanted more. He relaxed into Obi-wan’s kiss and allowed the older man to push him down onto his back on the bed. He sighed as Obi-wan’s lips moved down his neck, his tongue tracing Anakin’s collarbone. Anakin used the force to remove the towel from around his waist and to drop it on the floor. Obi-wan gasped at the feeling of Anakin against him. Very soon, Anakin had removed Obi-wan’s clothing as well. Obi-wan moaned as their naked flesh rubbed against each other. He had wanted this for so long, and now that it was here, it felt so much better than he would have ever dreamed. Anakin, noticing the pause in Obi-wan’s ministrations, turned his master’s head so that he could stare into his eyes. “I want you, Obi-wan,” Anakin whispered. Right then, Obi-wan knew that all chances of stopping were now gone.


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