Unpledged Allegiance

Obi-Wan was lost in the moment that he had long been waiting for. He was lost in Anakin, captured by his lips and rendered helpless in whispered words that would long echo in his memory.

‘Just let it happen…’

Oh Force, how he wanted to do just that, to just let it happen. He longed to sink into Anakin, melt into his kiss and crash into his body. He rolled Anakin over onto the floor, placing his legs on either side of him, effectively taking the lead position. He was more than a little afraid to let go, thinking that if he were in control, he might be able to somehow makes sense of the situation and of the intricate web that Azkara had spun. He realized at the thought of her that she was no longer in the room and for a moment, let himself wonder where she had gone. But when he focused his attention again on Anakin, he realized he did not care.

He looked at Anakin, into Anakin, and glimpsed what lay ahead. He knew that in taking this step together, they would be traveling down a dark path, a path that was wrong on all levels. He believed now that Anakin was a Sith Lord, the Sith Lord that Azkara had taken under her expert wing. Anakin was the very person who Obi-Wan had been sent by the Council to find. Suddenly, Anakin let down all of the shields he had built against his Master and invited Obi-Wan in. As Obi-Wan embraced the return of their bond, Anakin exposed all that had transpired in the past months from his initial meeting with Azkara to his overpowering need for his Master. It was clear, there would be no turning back for Anakin, not now - not ever. And as Obi-Wan lowered his lips once again to Anakin’s, he knew there would be no turning back for him as well.

The violence of the Force that had seethed around them suddenly calmed. It was as if time itself decided to stand still for this moment; the moment that Obi-Wan was no longer lost in, but found in. This was the moment that would define the rest of his life. The Force swirled around them with an air of acceptance and of peace. The light and the dark were about to join as one, just as the two men who were surrounded by that powerful Force were about to.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth to say something, anything, to Anakin, yet no words would come. Tears formed in his eyes as Anakin put a finger to his lips and quieted him before the words would ever come.

“Obi-Wan, my love, I will take care of you. I will take care of us.” Anakin whispered. “I love you.” He rolled Obi-Wan back onto the floor once again taking charge. He leaned down and trailed a row of sweet kisses from Obi-Wan’s ear to his collarbone, sending chills up and down Obi-Wan’s spine as he did so.

“…have always loved you…” He whispered again as he trailed another row of kisses from his collarbone to his other ear.

“…have always…wanted you…” Anakin managed to breathe out as he continued his assault on Obi-Wan’s ear and tender neck region.

Obi-Wan felt Anakin lift up slightly off of him and slide down his body. Anakin quickly removed the boots that remained on his Master’s feet and the pants that were still down around Obi-Wan’s knees. Though Obi-Wan had already been half undressed, he now felt vulnerable and exposed. He felt Anakin slide back up his body, hands first, slowly tracing over every muscle, first over his calves, then over his thighs. His breath hitched in his throat as Anakin stopped and traced his fingers around Obi-Wan’s inner thighs and over his pelvic muscles, until finally stopping at his trembling belly.

Obi-Wan watched as Anakin stood up and began to rid himself of his own clothing. He was hit with a new wave of desire as he watched Anakin give him his own private show and wondered when he had ever found the endless layers of Jedi attire more useless, though he had to admit that it was nothing short of erotic watching Anakin in this fashion. Anakin pulled his last layer up over his head and shook out his mane of golden brown curls, effectively making him look like a God. He was a perfect specimen with his golden skin perfectly toned and muscled. Anakin flashed his soon to be lover with an almost shy grin before reaching down to remove his boots and finally his pants.

Anakin pulled Obi-Wan up off of the floor to stand with him and held his body tightly against his own before stripping Obi-Wan of the rest of his tunics. There they stood, bodies pressed up against one another, hands exploring exposed skin, tongues exploring curious mouths. As much as Obi-Wan longed to feel the deft fingers that were inching along his skin, he felt the need to touch Anakin more. The years of pent up desire for both Anakin and Qui-Gon overcame him. Obi-Wan pushed Anakin over towards the sofa and down to a seated position before dropping hard to his knees, ready to worship at the altar that was Anakin.

Obi-Wan gingerly traced his tongue from the base of Anakin’s exquisite pink cock and up to the top, savoring the sweet, musky smell and becoming drunk on the taste of him. He swirled his tongue around the head once slowly before lowering his eager lips down completely over Anakin. The groan of his name uttered by Anakin was music to Obi-Wan’s ears; each time hearing it, only served to make him need to hear it again and yet again. He felt a strong pair of hands on his head pulling his hair as he heard a long slew of cuss words leave those perfect ruby red lips.


Anakin thrust his hips forward wildly, completely fucking Obi-Wan’s willing mouth. He met every thrust with reckless abandonment, devouring Anakin wholly and loving every moment of it. He felt Anakin tense up and knew that he was close to losing all control. Obi-Wan took him as far into his throat as he could and shuddered himself as the feeling that washed over Anakin seeped through their residual bond. He tasted the hot, bitter seed that slipped down his throat as Anakin came.

“Fuck…Obi…Wan…” Anakin trembled as the final wave of pleasure came crashing down over him, surrounding him and threatening to never let him go.