Revenge

Disclaimer: Lucas owns it. I exploit it.
Notes: I'm sorry if this seems a bit off. Or depressing. I received some rather unpleasant news as I was going through it, one final time. It's got me more than a bit distracted. All the same. I hope ya'll enjoy this chapter. -_^
Warning: I almost forgot... This chapter has a few cuss words in it.. I know it doesn't seem like something that needs to be mentioned when there's also sex.. but.. I don't use curse words, a lot. (it cheapens their effect) And I thought I'd warn those of you would like to know in advance.

Anakin's POV


Chapter VII


My words seem to have struck him senseless. Perhaps I could have been more tactful in breaking the news to him... but then again, the whole point is that he doesn't deserve my pity, my compassion, or my mercy. He is, after all, the one who will betray me.

"No it can't be. That's not possible." I'd already gone through those same words in my head a thousand times. It never changed the reality of the situation.

"But it was possible for a different apprentice to travel back through time?" Just saying the words made me feel as though I needed a mental evaluation. I could only imagine what it must be like to see someone else making these claims.

"Anakin is here. Now.. Just a boy... You can't be-"

"I am. And you had best accept it. It was your betrayal that brought me to this time." Well.. 'possibly', I amended silently.

"You're stark raving m-mad." No doubt he was just making the connections.. Filling in blanks. As obvious as it should have seemed, I could hardly fault him for 'not' guessing. In this time, I'd only been his apprentice for a few days.. Not even an entire month. We were both still marveling at the endless mysteries of one another. No doubt he thought of me as no more than a cheerful, silly child. Even with time, he would never fully understand me.

"You were my master for thirteen years.. My partner after I became a knight.. My lover.. and the one who killed me." His lips moved to form the words 'no', repeating it several times, but I knew he was starting to see the truth. I knew because he was fighting it so hard.

"Anakin is the chosen one... He can't be you.. You're a Sith."

"Did you never think they could be one in the same? That only a Jedi could bring balance to the Force?" What power did a Sith hold, after all, without the Force. He sputtered, obviously searching for a valid argument to prove I wasn't what I said. He found more anger instead.

"I won't believe it. You've come here, with lies.. trying to turn me against Anakin. Or seduce me to the dark side... Or just your bed.."

"Yes, perhaps I have, master..." he flinched, harshly, at the word, glaring daggers at me, but my eyes were cast on the floor, a thoughtful look playing across my face. Causing me to appear far more calm than the situation warranted.

"..I.. I would never- with my padawan. Never." something close to humor passed through me. That sounded just like the Obi-Wan I had grown to know. I'd never heard him so insecure as the time I first approached him, about becoming intimate. He had rebuked and resisted me for close to three years, before giving in.

"Just as Qui-Gon would never do so with 'his' padawan?"

Before I knew it, he'd 'hurled' himself at me. Red lights flashed behind my eyes, as the back of my head made the wall's acquaintance. Coppery bloody filled my mouth. I'd bitten the inside of my cheek.

For a moment I couldn't decide if he was going to kill me, or simply go mad. There was a light in his eyes that expressed all the ferocity of the truth. Which he would still not admit. It didn't seem like the time to press my luck however, as the Force was fairly crackling around him. There wasn't a chance of me retrieving my saber, should I have needed it. He'd have repelled my every attempt with ease. Just as it had been for so many of the earlier years of my training.

Apparently, he must have gone mad.. Because a second later, it occurred to me that his mouth was crushed against mine, as his nails dug into the back of my neck viciously. More blood spilled between our open mouths, as someone bit the other's lip too hard.. It's impossible to tell which, because he's grinding against me, just so... I would give anything in the universe to be sure he wasn't thinking of his old master, now. This aggression and lack of sensuality was certainly nothing 'I' had ever experienced with him.

I brought myself back to the moment, gripping his wrists painfully, as I felt the sting of broken skin below my hairline. If I could only-

There.. I managed to tear his hands away from my neck (and, consequently.. my throat.. should he change his mind). Using his lack of balance, I'd spun us around, slamming him into the wall, pinning his hands safely to either side of his head. He bucked against me.. once, but I knew it wasn't with an intent of getting away, because he's still dominating the kiss, quite well.. although his affinity for biting is wrecking havoc on my mouth. I can feel something wet running down my chin. I'm almost sure it's blood. His eyes are open, stormy and dark, distant, but very much here. But he's refusing to meet my own gaze.

With a predatory growl, he shoved his hips against mine, biting hard at my jaw-line.. more torn skin. His fists are clenched, arms straining against my hold, and for a moment I get the feeling that if I release him, he'll actually tear me to pieces.

I finally can't stand the moderate friction, anymore. Public corridor be damned. I'm finding myself releasing one of his hands, praying it won't find its way to any sensitive areas.. Reaching down to grab his ass -so frustratingly concealed beneath layers of rough jedi garments- I haul him up against me, sliding my hand further to keep his inner thigh tucked firmly against my hip. When he doesn't fight this, I thrust against him, and we both break off the kiss for air, red-tinged spittle trailing from his abused lips to mine. There's still fury in his gaze. Maybe even hatred, but he only pushes against me, bracing his now free arm on the wall for more force.

For a few seconds we continue in this violent rutting until with an awkward hop, he wraps his other leg around my waist, crossing his ankles behind me. I'm obligated to release his other hand, to ensure he doesn't slip, and he takes full advantage of this, throwing one arm around my neck. The other is still braced against the wall, and when he grinds against me again, it's all I can do to keep from losing it.

"Stop..." I'd never heard my voice so gravelly. It must have taken away from the effect of the commanding tone I'd spent so many hours practicing, because he only tightened his legs -I swear I could hear my bones creaking- and leaned in baring his, deceptively sharp, teeth at me.

"What makes you think 'YOU' get a choice, when I didn't?" There's really no right answer for that.. And yet it wasn't as big a mood killer as it should have been. By the feel of it.. he's no less aroused than I am. Unfortunately his anger's not abating, either.

"Well? What makes you think that?" It's not so much the frightening command in his voice, but the fact that he's now latched onto my shoulder, biting just hard enough to hurt like hell. With a grunt of pain, I took a shaky step back, before falling forward into the wall.. hard. It worked. He released my shoulder to gasp, back arched as if it compensate for the hurt, and now it was my turn. Only it wasn't my intention to make him bleed, necessarily.. Rather, I wanted to simply mark him.

"Sith.." he muttered, cursing at the stinging sensation, as I marred his skin. Leaving large dark bruises, that I felt confident would last days, perhaps weeks.

"You called?" was my response ghosting over darkened flesh. Perhaps now wasn't the best time to be joking, and he certainly let me know that with another bone-crushing squeeze of those thighs.

"Fuck me.. or fuck off." the only thing worse than a potentially shattered pelvic bone, was the feel of his legs dropping away. I gripped tighter, actually growling in warning.

"Pants..." I must be wrong, but it almost sounded like there was a tinge of amusement in his tone. All the same, I reluctantly let him down, helping him remove the damned issued leggings. As soon as they were kicked to the side, I was pulling him roughly against me, and he was repositioning his legs. I felt a hand all but clawing down my side, before pushing at the waistband of my own pants.

"No." I slapped the offending hand away, grinning fiercely at his expression. If looks could kill..

"I don't need to remove any clothing, to fuck you properly." I must have lost my sanity, because I'm finding myself 'able' to wait... Not wanting, necessarily, but able, if only just to enjoy the display of emotions flickering over his face. None of them are particularly suiting.. And that's half the joy of it.

"Words.." he scoffed, finally. "Let's see if you can back them up." Well, that was a challenge I was up to. It only took the span of a few seconds for me to shift him and untie my leggings, just enough. Free from a confine of chafing material, I hissed at the feel of his bare skin on mine. And he was moving against me. Teasing, and ordering, and daring all at once.

"I don't suppose you could use your 'superior skills' to summon something to use as lubricant?" A man could really fall in love with that sneer.

"For you?" I achieved just the right pitch for my words.. So that the obvious answer would have to be 'anything.'

"Of course not." My words hardly caught him by surprise. He certainly didn't indicate any level of amusement at my teasing. And 'he' was supposed to be the one with the sense of humor.

I'll never know how he managed it, but with a twist any contortionist would envy, he managed to reach around his own legs, and grip my erection, stroking once, roughly. I hissed softly, before crushing him against the wall again, almost pleased at the sound of his head knocking against it.

"You'll find I'm not one to play games, Obi-Wan." It was the first time I had used his name since this began, and the look on his face was instantly murderous. Names made this too personal. Reminded him of why this was so very wrong.

"Horrible puns, and savage attempts at witticisms are more to your enjoyment?"

"I'll show you just what I enjoy..." I almost didn't manage it. I suppose if I'd lost my grip on him, we could just continue this from the reliable sturdiness of the floor, but there was something uniquely erotic about being able to say 'I threw so and so against the wall and fucked him'. I managed, however, to spit in my hand, which, I'll admit, is not an entirely romantic thing to do. His face echoed that thought.

But this encounter has nothing to do with romance... Or even revenge... It's more about having one last chance to take what I can from someone whose importance in my life will (and has) spanned time.. while giving back more than my worth, in the process.. It's all about taking what can't be taken.

Sweat, pre-cum, and saliva is more than enough to work, but I still pushed into him slowly.. Which wasn't easy when he was trying like hell, to force himself down onto me, hard and fast. I was only halfway in, when he started to tense, cursing loudly.

"Fuck.. Fuck..." It's just too good to resist.. I have to-

"If you say "I'm working on it" I will castrate you with master Yoda's walking stick." Blast. Somehow, I don't doubt he would.

Finally! At long last, I'm buried all the way in him. It's incredible.. Unbelievable. For just a moment I drop my head against his collarbone, grimacing at the feel of sweaty skin, against sweaty skin. The disgust vanishes instantly, though, when I feel -as well as hear- his low moan against my forehead. Finding the strength to raise my head, I lifted my hips, once, experimentally.

"Fuck! More. Harder. Now!" Apparently, that had been the right thing to do.. Just.. not right enough. I was only too happy to oblige. My mechanical hand pressed into the small of his back, helping to keep his balance as the position demanded he tilt at an odd angle. My other hand was wrapped around his thigh, holding him up. So it was basically up to Obi-Wan, entirely, just how fast the pace was.. How hard the thrusts. And he didn't seem inclined to hold anything back.

I wasn't aware enough to prepare myself the first time, when he braced both hands against the wall, rising off of me, just slightly, and shoved down, driving me back into him, in what absolutely 'had' to be a painful fashion. The power behind it forced me back, more than a few steps until I bumped into the opposite side of the hallway. When my head stopped spinning, I turned around, letting him brace against this new wall. This time I was ready for it..

"Fuck.." my turn for the profanities. I couldn't last long like this. Beads of sweat stood out on his flushed face and neck, as I knew they must have on mine. I watched as one slid beneath the collar of his tunic, just gliding past a dark purple mark, I'd made. As my pulse gradually slowed, my eyes followed another bead of sweat.. and another. It was a long few seconds before I realized that he'd stopped moving, and was doing the same.

/Don't want it to end too soon../ I thought, knowing he would hear. All of my carefully constructed shields were down.. So were his. Obi-Wan blinked once, and then nodded, slowly. It was awkward.. the momentary lull -aside from heavy panting- was too contradictory to the anger we were supposed to be acting on. Without it, there was only lust.. And hadn't I already tried that. I shifted my grip on his leg, fingers trembling almost imperceptibly. Perspiration covered his pale thigh in a light sheen, making him slick and difficult to hold up. He watched my hand, and I trembled again.

After several more seconds, I took a shaky breath, thrusting up against him. His eyes fluttered shut, torn lips parting in a quiet sigh. So much like the hundreds of other times we made love. It hurt to watch. My heart actually ached. I relied on the wall, for support, moving my arm from his back, to cup his neck. The mechanical fingers whirred softly at the movement.

I really wasn't surprised when he leaned into the touch.. Or when he began moving again, hands resting on my shoulders this time, the pace slow.. almost languid. It was unbearable... and yet I wouldn't have traded the moment for all the power in the universe.

It's impossible to say how long things continued in this fashion, each of us avoiding the others' eyes, but seeing everything, anyway. It wasn't supposed to be like this.. This should never have happened. I didn't belong here, doing this with my master, and fuck, if he didn't look so young. Too young. I did hate him. And I loved him. But mostly I needed him. When his movements began to become more erratic and jerky, I threw all caution to the winds.

"Obi-Wan.." I was pleading. Praying.

"..Anakin?.." That was all it took. I cried out, as I came. Compared to the easy pace our coupling had slowed to, my orgasm was fast, blinding.. Painful, and it left a feeling of finality that was worse than any depression I'd ever fallen into before. It was another few minutes before I realized I was on the floor, slumped in Obi-Wan's arms..

Who knows how long passed.. All I can remember is that when one of us finally spoke, my every bone was aching from my awkward sprawl.. But the thought of moving hurt even more.

"You don't belong here."

"No." There was really little point in denying it. At least anymore. Another long minute of silence passed.

"I have to go..." That finally caused me to look up. A sharp pain travelled down my neck at the motion.

"To check on me? On him.." A silent nod, in response. I couldn't fight the new feeling of betrayal. Even jealousy. No matter how irrational. I simply couldn't shake it.

He shifted slowly, giving me time to untangle our limbs. And then I watched him retrieve his clothing and lightsaber. He picked mine up, as well, holding it out to me. I just shook my head, making a valiant attempt at smiling. What Obi-Wan would call in future years, "roguish".

"You're meant to give it back when I turn twenty.. I'll need it then." He doesn't ask me if I'm sure. Only clips it onto his belt, by his own saber. When he turns, and begins to walk away, I can't help it. The ache is getting stronger. With every step he takes away from me.

"Obi-Wan.." I'm gripping the hems of my tunic, to keep from clutching my chest. Force, it hurts...

But he doesn't turn back. No matter how much I need him to. The last thing I saw, between flashes of white, was empty hallway.. And then everything went black again.


TBC in epilogue.


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Really, I could just say the story will be concluded in chapter VIII.. but "epilogue" is such a fun word.
The epilogue will wrap up a few things... Though I'm don't think it will 'explain' too much more. If there are any horribly distracting confusions with the plot, and such, let me know, and I'll be happy to think up an explanation for you.

At the end of the epilogue I'll explain why I started writing this story, and what I think the purpose ended up being.
Unfortunately, I haven't started on the epilogue, yet.. As far as actually typing it goes.. but it's mostly planned out, anyway.

I really hope this chapter hasn't disappointed anyone.
Reviews/criticisms/squees/death threats are all happily read. ^_^