Unpledged Allegiance

The room buzzed with the electric intensity of desire. Azkara collapsed to her belly, still panting beneath Obi-Wan. She had to admit to herself that even if she did it out of necessity, it was quite pleasurable to be with this new, dominant man that she had helped to create. She did not need to turn her head to know that Anakin was there. She had felt his presence overtake the room when he had walked in. She knew by the tone in Obi-Wan’s voice, in the way he had said the younger man’s name. She knew he would be there because she told him to be, and he was nothing if not obedient when it came to her plan about Obi-Wan. She almost found it too easy, in fact. Anakin really was enamored with his Master. It almost seemed a shame for her to continue with her plan but continue she would.

Not only could she feel the turmoil well up in both of the men, but when she finally turned to look at Anakin, she could see it as well. She saw the jealousy that coursed through Anakin’s veins as if it were the blood that fueled his very existence, just as she counted on it to be. She then looked to Obi-Wan and saw the look of shame on his darkened face, shame that Anakin should see him in such a state, shame that she again knew would be there. She knew the drug she had given him was wearing off. The confidence she had seen in Obi-Wan moments before, the arrogance that she had anticipated, was now dwindling away, replaced by a pathetic sense of good Jedi values, of the Jedi Code.


A wicked grin passed over her lips as she felt Obi-Wan slip out of her and fall backwards into a sitting position behind her. He tore his gaze away from Anakin and looked to the floor, as he sat with one arm up over his knee and his shoulders slumped forward. To an outsider, he would have looked nothing but distraught, but not to her. In him, she saw the confusion and the pleading question of forgiveness in his eyes mixed with the wanton lust and desire he had for the man standing in front of him. She saw the glazed over look that ensured he was remembering her revelation about both Qui-Gon and his unspoken desire, and about Anakin and the situation that they now seemed to be in. She saw Obi-Wan bring his hand to his face and brush a stray lock of hair out of his eyes as he again looked to his Padawan.


She pulled herself up to a seated position and waited for their long anticipated dance to begin. She looked to Anakin and saw that he knew what he had to do. It was the only way, she had made him believe, the only way to make Obi-Wan fall. Anakin had to be the bait, and as she watched him advance on Obi-Wan, she sensed that the bait was about to be taken.


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Anakin felt his heart pounding in his chest as he approached his Master who looked as confused as Anakin felt. Anakin had known when he opened that door what would await him, yet when he had seen his Master, his Obi-Wan with Azkara, he had become enraged. It did not matter that Anakin had had her himself only hours before, or that he had been having her for months now, right under Obi-Wan’s nose. What mattered was that he wanted Obi-Wan, that he felt a right to claim him as his own. He had wanted nothing more than this man for so long now. When Azkara first approached him, he was intrigued but skeptical. As was usually the case with Anakin, however, he succumbed easily to her promises shortly thereafter. She promised him the world. She promised him power, a power that the Jedi would never allow him, but more importantly, she promised him the one thing he knew that he would not and could not ever have any other way. She promised him Obi-Wan.

Now that the moment was here, now that the object of his utmost desire was here, broken and vulnerable, he thought that they were wrong. It was wrong to take Obi-Wan like this, wrong to lure him into a lie. But Anakin knew now that there was no other way, that there would be no turning back. He had pledged his life to the dark ways of the Sith and knew that he could not survive without Obi-Wan.

He stopped where Obi-Wan sat and crouched down to his level. Their eyes were still upon each other and Anakin felt a stab of remorse as he realized that this would be the last time that they looked upon one another as Master and Padawan, perhaps, the last time as fellow Jedi at all. Anakin took Obi-Wan’s face in his trembling hands. He stroked his leather gloved fingers along Obi-Wan’s jaw line, wondering what his rough beard would feel like against his own smooth face. He traced those same fingers along Obi-Wan’s soft lips and wondered if he would be able to tear his own lips away from them once they had finally met. He leaned in closer to Obi-Wan, close enough that Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s warm breath on his face, all the while looking for some sort of sign, some sort of answer in those piercing eyes.

He knew that it was now or never. It did not matter that Azkara had not only willed them together, and that she now waited to see their union finalized. It did not matter that Anakin had been lying to Obi-Wan all this time. It did not matter that Anakin was now a Sith Lord, about to lead his first subject down the dark path. He would take his hand and guide the man who had been his Master until finally, they would walk side by side, together, as they should be.


He leaned in and whispered in a husky voice. “Master.” He knew that Obi-Wan felt confused, almost tormented. He ghosted his lips against his soon to be lover’s and whispered, again coaxing and asking, almost begging for acceptance. “Please Master. Just… let it happen.” At those words, he felt needy lips being pressed against his, answering the question of acceptance from a moment before. All coherent thought left his mind as their kiss became more urgent and he felt the Force swirl violently around them. He knew Obi-Wan could feel it too.

Soon, their kisses went from needy and full of question to as violent as the Force that still seethed around them. Every swirl of Obi-Wan’s velvety tongue around his own caused Anakin to catch his breath and threatened to knock him over, until finally, it did and he came crashing down, pulling Obi-Wan with him.

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As much as she longed to stay and enjoy the show, and what a show it was, Azkara knew that this was the time to go. She silently arose and gathered her dress that earlier, she had so hastily cast aside. She slipped it on and cast one more lingering glance over her handiwork. She had to admit that they were a sight to be seen, and she hoped that the rest of the Council would think so as well, as she discreetly pressed a button on a table near the door on her way out.