Unpledged Allegiance

Azkara’s words served to amplify Obi-Wan’s lust yet he could not believe those words. His fury returned to encompass him as he lowered his mouth to Azkara’s engulfing her in a searing kiss, a kiss burning with questions. When she opened up to him, those questions were answered and he was able to see through her mind, the Qui-Gon he had been afraid to see and the Anakin he was reluctant to see. Through her, he saw Qui-Gon, saw him with her, taking her from behind and moaning not her name, but his.


*Obi-Wan.* He heard the man as if he were in the room with them now, his voice deep and husky with desire.

He saw Anakin, saw Azkara beneath her young lover and saw the intense desire in his eyes. Behind those eyes, Obi-Wan saw more than desire. There was darkness, hurt, anger and a lust for more than just sex; there was a lust for power behind those blue eyes. He watched as Anakin nodded his head slightly, seeming to agree to something and swore there was a tear streaming down his perfect face, a tear falling from yellow eyes. Then suddenly he saw Anakin throw Azkara’s legs over his shoulders and shove himself deep inside of her.

*Let it go, Anakin,* she said to him.

*Obi-Wan,* he answered.

The sound of Anakin’s guttural growl echoed in his ears as he finally prodded her mouth for that taste of Anakin. Just knowing that she had been with him hours ago, knowing that she had knelt between his legs and worked her magic lips on him to get that taste was enough to drive Obi-Wan wild. It made him crazy with desire. It made him angry, angrier than he had ever been.

He stopped his assault on her mouth long enough to rip her dress up over her head, revealing her naked, exposed flesh. His lips quickly smashed back onto hers as he lifted her up off of his lap and threw her down onto the sofa. His trembling hands made their way up her body and were drawn towards her neck. He wanted to hurt her, to strangle the life out of her. Never before had his anger risen to such heights. Rage overcame him as he thought of making her beg, beg for air, beg for him and beg for life.


But there was something he wanted more. He wanted Anakin.

Gods, he had always known of this desire. He knew with Qui-Gon, though he was just a shy Padawan, too afraid to admit the feelings he had for his Master, too timid to admit the carnal images that frequently came to into his mind, many while in the arms of Azkara. He had known with Anakin as well, had known that it was wrong and that Anakin would not and could not want him.

“But he does want you.” Azkara said aloud to Obi-Wan, fully aware of the thoughts in his head.

His hands encircled her neck and he felt the power of the Dark Side flow through his body. The need to hurt, the need to inflict pain and suffering almost overtook him. He thought he could do it, he could kill her. It would have been easy enough to cover up to the Council, given his current mission. He would tell them she turned on him; he would tell them he had to do it. But when he looked into her eyes he saw a glimmer of something - something that made him remove his hands from her throat.

She smiled slyly at his apprehension, knowing that he could never do it. He could not kill her; he would not hurt her, not yet. Her plan was working perfectly; she had him right where she wanted him.

He rolled her onto her belly in a swift move and forced his pants down to his boots. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her ass up to meet his own hips. He pulled her hair tightly, forcing her head to tilt back, and growled into her ear.

“He is mine, Azkara. From this point on. Do you understand me? Mine.”

When she did not answer him, he yanked her hair harder and asked again. “I said do you understand me?”

She nodded and he let her hair go and pushed her down onto all fours while spitting into his hand for lubrication. He positioned himself at her opening and paused slightly before roughly entering her.

“Mine.” He said again as he thrust his hips forward as far as he could, burying himself in her. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Anakin encompassing him, making him wild with desire. He continued to pound into her until desperate for release.

He felt a familiar, though surprisingly tender thought tendril reach into his mind.

*Obi-Wan. Let it go. I know it is him you see. He knows it too.*

Obi-Wan looked up and saw Anakin standing near the doorway watching. They locked eyes just as Obi-Wan felt the waves of pleasure come crashing down around him.

“Gods. Anakin!” He moaned as he came hard, bucking his hips wildly into Azkara, his eyes never leaving Anakin.