I Never Knew

Anakin started to say something. He wasn’t sure what. Whatever it was suddenly didn’t concern him anymore. There were two strong hands coating him with lube. It felt like satin, so smooth and slippery.

“My, I don’t believe I have ever seen you speechless before, Anakin.” Obi-Wan said as he finished his teasing. He then reached for Anakin’ hand and covered it with lube as well. He silently guided Anakin’s fingers towards his opening.

Anakin again started to say something, but Obi-Wan though it best to stop him with a kiss. He caught Anakin’s lips with his own and guided the first finger inside of him while thrusting his tongue inside Anakin’s mouth to muffle his loud moan.

Anakin felt the resistance and stopped to let Obi-Wan adjust to the sensation. He drew back from Obi-Wan’s sweet mouth and watched for reaction as he slowly glided his finger in and out. Then he added another, eliciting quite the sound from Obi-Wan. Anakin encountered even more resistance this time, and even more with the third digit. Obi-Wan did not let him stop. He thrust his hips up and down, savoring the feeling of Anakin’s fingers stretching him, working through the pain he felt.

Obi-Wan began to pant harder and harder, he felt close to losing all control. It had been so long since he had last done this, here in this very room, with his Master. He remembered the first time he was inside of Qui-Gon. He had felt excited, and a bit overwhelmed. He remembered wanting nothing more than to please his new lover. He was sure that Anakin had those same feelings right now.

“Anakin.”

“Master…Obi-Wan?”

*Now.*

He felt Anakin withdraw his fingers and position himself between Obi-Wan’s knees. He braced himself as Anakin began to enter him.

Anakin held his breath. He couldn’t believe he was about to do this. He’d dreamt of this for years, and now here it was, here he was. He was still holding his breath as he thrust his hips forward. He slowly exhaled as he felt the warmth and tightness of Obi-Wan encompass him.

Obi-Wan resisted the urge to scream at the searing pain as Anakin pushed further and further inside of him. He called upon the Force to calm himself and relax his muscles. He took a deep breath, took everything in. He noticed the lock of hair that kept falling into Anakin’s eyes. He saw the look of determination and anticipation in those same eyes. He wanted to remember it all; to remember this moment forever. He opened himself up to Anakin, both literally and figuratively, more than ever before.

Anakin felt the surge in the Force flow. He felt a sudden calm wash over him, combined with an intense outpouring of emotion from Obi-Wan. He pushed himself even further into Obi-Wan. It felt right. He felt whole.

The pain Obi-Wan felt started to subside, replaced by an intense feeling of fullness. When Anakin reached out and started to stoke Obi-Wan’s length he thought he might explode right then.

Anakin thought he had known what Heaven was. Heaven before this was Padme. She was so soft and gentle, yet strong and feminine. Obi-Wan was different. He was hard and rough, yet soft and masculine. He was wrong before, this was Heaven. This felt like home.

Anakin continued his assault on Obi-Wan. Thrusting into and out of his tightness faster and harder with each stoke. He jerked his hand up and down over Obi-Wan’s ready to burst cock. Finally, Obi-Wan could hold it no more. He came hard into Anakin’s hand and onto his stomach. The feel and sound of Obi-Wan convulsing beneath him, because of him, was enough to send Anakin over the edge.

He collapsed on top of Obi-Wan and both men lay there exhausted, sweaty and sated. The room simply glowed.

Anakin looked down at his former Master; his new lover. He could not find the words to describe all that was going on in his head, or all that he felt in his heart. Obi-Wan looked back at him, as happy as he could remember being in a long time.

‘Qui-Gon.’

It occurred to Obi-Wan that this was the happiest he had been since being held in quite the same manner by his former Qui-Gon. This feeling brought with it a hint of guilt. There had been nobody else, a fact that Obi-Wan had decided long ago was for the better. Now there was Anakin. Was he betraying his former lover?

What Obi-Wan didn’t realize was that Anakin was also wrestling with his own small feeling of guilt. Anakin wondered about Padme. He wondered if she was being held like this by Bail. He wondered if she was alright.

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Across Coruscant, Bail Organa was on his knees in front of a sitting Padme, his hands on her belly.

“Padme, a baby? I can’t believe it. We are going to have a baby!” Bail exclaimed. He looked up at the woman he loved, “This is wonderful!”

Padme felt her own pang of guilt.

‘We‘.

“What about Anakin? What about the senate?” Bail was full of all the right questions. Padme knew she had done the right thing. Anakin did not need to know that he was the father. He must never know. He could not live with it. He would not live with it. He would leave the Jedi Order. He would leave Obi-Wan, and he would want her child, his child.

She decided it was best not to tell Anakin right away. She’d another ’vision’ of Obi-Wan and Anakin and figured the two of them would be busy for awhile. She sent threepio home to collect any of Anakin’s things and box them up for him. He would just have to find out about the baby when everyone else did, it was the only way. She could not face him; she could not lie to him.