Initiations

Titlatioatioations

Author: Khylea

Rating: STRONG NC-17.

Pairing: Obi-Wan and Anakin

Time period: About a year before AOTC, so Anakin is about 18, Obi-Wan about 33.

Warnings: Graphic slash (male/male sex, in case you don't know the terminology) between Obi-Wan and Anakin, slightly non consensual. (But only slightly.) You have been warned, so if you go ahead and read it anyway and then get offended, don't come crying to me. Tell someone who gives a crap! :)

ArchiPleaPlease ask first (except for Diana Wolf of course). I will likely approve, but due to the graphic nature of this fic, I want to make sure it's going to be going somewhere I am confident impressionable young minds (or closed older minds for that matter!) couldn't accidentally stumble on it. sl_chester@hotmail.com

Feedback: Go for it, I have a thick skin. sl_chester@hotmail.com But if you're writing just to flame me, don't bother. Flames are only used to roast marshmallows and cook weenies anyway. (No, not THOSE weenies. Geez. I thought *I* was a pervert!)

Summary: One of the characters loses their virginity to the other. I'm not telling who, you'll have to read and find out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Obi-Wan or Anakin, or anything in the Star Wars universe. The great flannel-shirt-wearing-one George Lucas does, and I really doubt if he'd approve of what I'm doing with his characters. I am making no money of this fic and no infringement is intended. I do, however, own the VHS and DVD of every Star Wars movie, and the novelizations, and soundtracks, not to mention a boat load of action figures and miscellaneous merchandise. Mr. Lucas is way ahead in the money game anyway, so what does it matter if I play with his toys now and then? I promise to put them back when I'm done, and none the worse for wear. Well, maybe a little sweaty, but totally satisfied nonetheless.

Author's note's: This fic was written in response to Diana Wolf's "either Obi-Wan or Anakin must lose their virginity to the other" challenge contest, and all blame...ahem...credit...goes to her for planting the idea in my sick, perverted little mind. ;) Thanks to Silver Alaska for the beta, and some suggestions while it was a WIP.

Notes about how I write: Anything enclosed in asterisks *like this* is either a character's thoughts or Force telepathy. I w I write a word in all caps LIKE THIS, that means that word is spoken and being emphasized by the speaker.

Okay, now on to the fun.


"Master, you need to relax."

"Irelarelaxed, my young apprentice."

"No you're not." Anakin contradicted. He could see the creases at the corners of Obi-Wan's eyes that told him his Master was stressed and worried. But, like any teacher, he was loath to show weakness to his student. As he watched, Obi-Wan read further down on the data pad, the scowl deepening, the shoulders hunching further. "You're going to make yourself sick. RELAX, Master."

Obi-Wan turned to his Padawan with a scowl. "I don't have time for this, Anakin. This report won't read itself. Shouldn't you be working on your lesson?"

"I'm finished."

"You're finished? Already?"

"Yes. I finished a few minutes ago."

"Let me see your work." Anakin handed him the data pad he had been working on, and watched as Obi-Wan scanned his results. "It appears to be finished. Very well." He turned back toward his report, reading a few more lines, suddenly realizing that Anakin was still standing next to him. He looked up at his Padawan. "You are dismissed. Go out with your friends if you wish, just make sure you're back in time for dinner tonight."

Anakin sighed. There was nothing he hated worse than 'Official Functions'. And the dinners with the Jedi Council and its supporters had to be the worst. He despised sitting still for half the night while the Council talked diplomacy and politics, while the other Jedi debated the relative merits of the various lightsaber forms.

Obi-Wan heard the sigh and couldn't help but agree. He hated the dinners almost as much as Anakin, but in times such as these, with the continual threat of the Sith hanging over their heads, the Jedi needed all the support they could get. And if enduring another endless dinner would get them that support, he would do it.

He finally gave up trying to read the data pad and dropped it on the table. Reaching up to massage his aching temples, he leaned forward, propping his elbows on the smooth glass. He jumped when he felt a touch on his shoulders, turning his head to see Anakin standing behind him. "What are you doing?" he snapped, shrugging the hands off his shoulders.

Anakin smiled slightly, again gently placing his hands on Obi-Wan's shoulders. "Trying to help my Master relax. Now hush." Obi-Wan started to protest again, but decided to let it go. Anakin was trying to help after all, why not let him?

Obi-Wan closed his eyes, consciously forcing himself to relax as Anakin's strong hands kneaded the tightness from his shoulders. He winced as Anakin found a particularly sore spot, but sighed in relief as his Padawan worked the tension out with a gentle touch.

"Turn the chair around, Master. The back is getting in the way."

Obi-Wan stood and spun the chair around, sitting back on it and crossing his arms over the back. Suddenly wondering if his Padawan had used a Force-suggestion on him, he shrugged inwardly, laying his head down on his crossed arms.

Anakin resumed his massage, carefully working the tight muscles under his hands. Obi-Wan shivered slightly as he felt Anakin focus Force-tendrils within his muscles, relaxing them from the inside. "Ouch!" He jumped as Anakin's fingers found a not quite healed bruise just above his right shoulder blade.

"Sorry," Anakin said, touching the area more gently this time, carefully using his recently learned Jedi healing techniques to soothe the pain of the injury. Under his ministrations, the muscles loosened, the damaged area began to repair itself. "Better?" he asked, gently pressing on the skin of the injured area, moving his thumbs in slow circles on his Master's back.

"Better," Obi-Wan confirmed.

Anakin nodded slightly, working downward, his thumbs following the line of his Master's spine. Obi-Wan gasped as Anakin found another bruise; again with a gentle touch, his Padawan worked out the knot and soothed the pain. "Did you get these on our last mission?" he asked, working out another kink at the base of Obi-Wan's spine.

"Yes."

"Why didn't you say something sooner? I could have helped you with them."

Obi-Wan shrugged, not wanting to admit the real reason, that he didn't want Anakin to see him less than perfect. What he failed to realize was that Anakin didn't need to see him as perfect, and in fact would be more comfortable with his own failures if he saw his Master made mistakes as well. He closed his eyes, doing his best to relax as Anakin continued soothing the sore, tired muscles of his back.

Anakin grinned as he saw Obi-Wan's eyes close, his grin widening as he realized his Master was finally relaxing under his touches. *Took him long enough.* He thought to himself, careful to keep the thought shielded from the older man. He moved lower on Obi-Wan's back, his fingers trailing down to his Master's waist, sliding around the sides to move over his hips. Stroking the hard planes of his Master's hips, his eyes lit up when Obi-Wan moaned slightly.

Anakin took that as a positive sign and slid his hands around the front, trailing his fingertips up Obi-Wan's chest. Obi-Wan sucked in a breath at the touch of his Padawan, but didn't protest. Anakin leaned closer, whispering in his Master's ear. "Does that feel good, Master?" Obi-Wan said nothing, only nodding slightly, and Anakin smiled again. He pulled away for a moment, reaching to pull up a chair, and seated himself behind Obi-Wan.

Again sliding his hands around his Master, he stroked and gently kneaded the hard muscles of Obi-Wan's chest. *Force, he's beautiful,* he thought to himself as his hands moved lower, lightly skimming across the flat stomach. Obi-Wan sighed deeply at the gentle touches of his Padawan, gasping as Anakin brushed a hand across his rapidly hardening cock.

Anakin's grin widened at the gasp and deliberately skimmed his fingertips up his Master's hard length. Obi-Wan shuddered, pressing himself back against Anakin's muscular chest. "Anakin..." he sighed as his Padawan inclined his head and kissed the side of his neck.

After a while, Anakin gently pulled away and resumed his attentions on the tight muscles of Obi-Wan's lower back. When he was finally finished, he pushed the chair back and stood, moving around to the other side of the table. It was several seconds before Obi-Wan lifted his head, locking eyes with his Padawan, his thoughts a mixture of uncertainty, lust, and contentment. Nothing was said for several seconds while the two men continued staring at each other. Obi-Wan was the first to break the stare, standing and spinning the chair back around, seating himself on it and determinedly grabbing his data pad.

"Thank you, Anakin," he said abruptly, trying desperately to find the role of teacher he usually found so easy to slip into. But after what had just happened, he found it anything but easy. "That feels much better," he said crisply, trying to ignore both the lust in Anakin's smoldering stare, and his own hard shaft pressing uncomfortably against the front of his trousers.

"You're welcome, Master. Let me know next time you need a massage." Obi-Wan nodded quickly, wanting nothing more than to be alone with his embarrassment. "Is the dinner still for 1900 hours?" He nodded again, not trusting himself to speak. "I think I'll see if anyone wants to go out for some lunch. I'll be back later."

"Fine, Anakin. I'll see you then." He turned back to his data pad, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Anakin, who continued staring at him for several more seconds before finally turning and sauntering out the door. Once he was gone, Obi-Wan dropped the data pad on the table and quickly strode to the bathroom. Closing and locking the door behind him, he untied his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. Gripping his now fully erect shaft, he jerked his hand quickly up and down, bringing himself to a rapid climax, shooting his come into the toilet.

He sagged against the wall, breathing hard, still incredibly turned on by the actions of his Padawan. After a while, he reached to flush the toilet and pulled his trousers back up, his hands lingering on the front closure, thinking about Anakin. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and ran some water in the sink. Splashing the cold liquid on his face, he looked up at his reflection in the mirror, the droplets of water dripping off his beard.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus himself, to find his center, but found his thoughts going again and again to his Padawan. Why had Anakin touched him like that? And more importantly, why had he LET Anakin touch him like that? He flushed slightly, thinking of the whispers he'd heard from some of the other Jedi at the temple, the amazement that he was still a virgin at thirty-three.

He shrugged, trying not to dwell on it. He had gone out with women, had been involved in some late night groping sessions in a secluded hallway when he was a Padawan. But it had never progressed beyond groping, either due to the couple having to quickly break apart when someone approached, or Obi-Wan breaking it up himself, afraid of being discovered.

But he had discovered that the longer he went without sex, the less interest he had in it. His hormones had been as high as any teenager's when he was young, but after Qui-Gon's death, he found that the challenges of training Anakin had left little time for anything else. He still occasionally went out on dinner dates with other Jedi, but found he spent most of the evening trying to come up with a new lesson for Anakin, or worrying about where his Padawan was and what he was doing.

He knew he was considered an attractive man, but even an attractive man wasn't the most welcome company at dinner when his dates discovered his attention was elsewhere. The offers grew fewer and fewer, finally stopping altogether, and he had never been one to actively seek out companionship. He knew there were probably those who would have said yes if he'd asked them back to his quarters for a night of meaningless sex, but saw no reason to have sex just so he could say he'd done it. He intended for his first time to be with someone special, someone he cared about, and if that meant he was destined to die a virgin, then so be it.

A shiver shot down his spine as he thought about how Anakin had touched him. Though he had never been attracted to men, neither had his body ever responded like that to touches by women. What did that mean? That he WAS acteacted to men? Or just that he was attracted to Anakin? He did have to admit his Padawan was quite an attractive man and Obi-Wan wasn't blind to the attention he got when they went out together. Another shiver went down his spine at a thought of the piercing stare Anakin had given him just after the massage. Anakin did have beautiful eyes, deep blue pools that were easy to become lost in.

He shook his head, again trying to clear his thoughts, but found they were still in a muddle. Though he didn't understand why he had responded to Anakin's touches, he understood even less why Anakin had touched him like that in the first place. He knew Anakin cared about him, but couldn't believe he would find him attractive. He never seemed to lack for a pretty girl on one arm, and when he stayed out all night with a date, Obi-Wan knew they weren't discussing politics. There had even been some whispered rumors that not all of Anakin's partners had been female, which, at the time, Obi-Wan had quickly dismissed as preposterous. But now he wasn't so sure. It was easy to see the lust in his Padawan's eyes when he stared at a pretty girl, and Obi-Wan knew Anakin was attracted to women. But was he also attracted to men? Or was he only attracted to his Master? Obi-Wan sighed deeply, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, not so sure he wanted Anakin to be thinking those thougabouabout him. Quickly grabbing a towel and drying his still dripping face, he returned to the common room, resuming his work.

He was still at it when Anakin returned several hours later, and the previously loosened muscles were again knotted with tension. He noticed the slight swagger and the thoroughly satisfied twinkle in Anakin's eyes and suspected his lunch had progressed into something involving slightly less clothing. He acknowledged his Padawan's arrival with a quick tur turning back to his data pad. He could feel Anakin's stare on his back, but made a conscious effort to not respond. After a while, he shut off the pad and retired to his bedroom, locking the door behind him.

As he changed into his dress tunic, he couldn't help but think about what he had sensed in Anakin's thoughts when he returned from lunch. The lust he had felt had been so clear that Anakin either wasn't trying to shield his thoughts, or his feelings were so overwhelming he wnablnable to shield them. Either option meant that he was far more attracted to his Master than Obi-Wan had ever suspected, but the first one frightened him far more. If Anakin wasn't trying to hide his lust, did that mean that he was trying to be honest with his feelings, hoping that Obi-Wan would reciprocate? But he couldn't. He didn't deny that his Padawan was a handsome man, and though his touches earlier had inspired feelings he had thought long since past, it was totally inappropriate for a Master to be involved with his Padawan. It didn't matter what his feelings were.

He returned to the common room, more than a little surprised to see Anakin had also changed into his dress tunic, but even more surprising was the fact that he was wearing dark brown fabric tabards, not the leather ones he normally wore. Why was he suddenly wearing the outfit Obi-Wan had wanted him to wear all along, but had always refused to? Rather than question his Padawan's motives, Obi-Wan decided to be pleased that Anakin would look appropriate at the formal dinner.

"Ready to go?" he asked, and when Anakin nodded, shut off the lights with a slight movement of his hand and headed into the hallway. Anakin followed, his eyes never leaving his Master. They headed for the elevator, not speaking. When it finally came, it was filled nearly to overflowing with other Jedi heading for the dinner. They were forced to squeeze in, Obi-Wan having to press back against Anakin to allow the door to slide shut.

As the ride continued, Obi-Wan suddenly began to feel a hot hardness pressing against his back, and when he turned his head to look at Anakin, he was surprised to see a half smile on his Padawan's face. Obi-Wan quickly turned back to face the door, trying to slow his rapid breathing, and had to bite his bottom lip to keep from gasping as he felt whispery Force-touches on his groin. His own shaft began to respond to the phantom touches, and he clamped down tight mental shields, petrified that the other Jedi would realize what was happening.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the doors finally opened at the correct floor and practically launched himself into the corridor. He strode quickly down the hallway toward the dining room, suddenly realizing Anakin was beside him. They reached the door and Anakin bowed deeply to Master Windu, giving no outward sign of what he had just been doing in the elevator. Obi-Wan struggled to regain his composure and likewise bowed to Windu. They were shown to their seats, and soon all the Jedi were seated and the meal began.

The serving of the appetizer went without incident, but no sooner had Obi-Wan begun to eat his salad than an unseen hand gently ruffled the hair at the base of his neck. He dropped his fork onto his plate, drawing sharp stares from Masters Windu and Yoda. He turned to glare at Anakin, but his Padawan wouldn't meet his gaze, pretending to be quite interested in a conversation going on at the other side of the table. He determinedly picked up his fork and dug into his salad, expecting at any moment to be distracted by another of Anakin's phantom touches. But he finished his salad with no further distractions and was able to convince himself what he had felt was all in his mind. He had been under a lot of stress recently, he reminded himself, and when a person is stressed they tend to imagine things. Yes, that's it, he told himself. I imagined it.

The main course was served, a creamy pasta that Obi-Wan was unfamiliar with. He took a bite and nodded approvingly. Quite delicious. Glancing over at Anakin, he dug into the pasta eagerly, enjoying the tasty dish. He was almost finished when there was another unseen hand stroking the front of his trousers, and his utensil again dropped from his hand, this time falling all the way to the floor. The server immediately brought him a replacement, but as he resumed eating his meal discovered that the conversations around the table had stopped, and all eyese one on him.

"Distracted today are you, Master Obi-Wan?" Yoda asked pointedly. "Someplace else you would rather be?"

He shook his head quickly. "Of course not, Master. Just...I just had a busy day. I have a lot on my mind right now."

"Of course," Yoda continued. "When busy day you have, forget how to eat you do." Everyone chuckled softly and returned to their meals. Obi-Wan turned to glare at Anakin, but again his Padawan would not meet his gaze. He quickly finished his pasta, expecting at any moment to feel the phantom touches on his body again, but they were absent.

Dessert was served, and other than one of the youngest Padawans complaining about being given a smaller serving, was uneventful. When everyone was done, coffee was served and the group moved into the adjoining conference room to talk. Obi-Wan found a relatively quiet corner, not too close to the most boring diplomats, and settled into the sofa, slowly sipping his coffee. He saw Anakin on the other side of the room, chatting with one of the female Padawans and breathed a sigh elieelief that with his Padawan otherwise occupied, there was unlikely to be any more of Anakin's teasing.

So of course he nearly snorted his coffee out his nose when the touches returned, moving slowly up and down the length of his cock. He tried to shift position, to no effect. He glared at Anakin, but his Padawan was still deeply involved in conversation with the female Padawan. He didn't understand how Anakin could be so engrossed in a discussion with another person and still have enough concentration left to do what he was doing, but when Anakin finally turned to face him, the sly smile said it all. It was him. *Anakin!* He quickly sent to his Padawan, but the young man ignored the voice in his head.

Obi-Wan was having a harder and harder time breathing as the phantom hands continued stroking him, quickly bringing on an erection. He shifted position on the sofa, repositioning the front of his trousers to try to hide his growing arousal. He glared at Anakin again, but when he sent another mental rebuke, drew a confused glance from Master Windu.

Just when he was about ready to haul Anakin bodily from the room, the touches abruptly stopped. A couple of the other Jedi joined him on the sofa, and several times during the night he ended up relating the story of how he had defeated the Sith Lord on Naboo.

The night dragged on for Obi-Wan, and by the time the guests began to clear out he was tired and grouchy, and his head was throbbing from the constant chatter around him. He wanted nothing more than to give Anakin the tongue lashing of his life, and then fall into bed and sleep for the next twelve hours straight.

Finally he stood and setting his empty cup on the table, stalked over to where Anakin was still engaged in a conversation with an attractive female Padawan. "Anakin!" He snapped, causing the voices to abruptly cease.

"Yes, Master?"

"We're leaving." Obi-Wan snapped his fingers, trying to hasten their departure, and his breath caught in his throat as Anakin suddenly tilted his head down and looked up through his eyebrows. *Force, he's handsome.* He thought to himself, quickly pushing the thought from his mind.

"Yes, Master." Anakin said quietly, obediently following behind his Master. It was all he could do to keep down the grin. Obi-Wan's shielding wasn't as good as he believed it to be and Anakin had heard the thought about his attractiveness. The door to their quarters had barely closed behind them when Obi-Wan whirled on his Padawan.

"Do you have any IDEA how inappropriate your actions were?"

Anakin bowed his head. "Yes, Master." He whispered.

His response threw Obi-Wan totally off guard. He had been expecting a denial, a shrug, a sly smile, anything but a quiet 'Yes, Master.' "You...you do?" He stammered, trying to regain his composure.

"Yes, Master. I know." Obi-Wan stared at Anakin's bowed head for a long time, completely blown away by the gesture of compliance from his Padawan. Though Anakin was careful to say 'Yes Master' at the appropriate places during scoldings, it was quite obvious that it didn't mean the usual Padawan's 'I'm deeply sorry and I promise to do better next time' but instead, 'I know if I say this he'll shut up.' But Obi-Wan could sense none of Anakin's usual defiance, and was quite unsure what it meant.

"So if you know, why did you do it then?"

Anakin finally raised his head, locking eyes with his Master. "Because I couldn't help myself," he said quietly.

"Couldn't help yourself from trying to make me look like a fool in front of the other Jedi, you mean," Obi-Wan barked, folding his arms over his chest.

Anakin's eyes widened, and Obi-Wan felt a sudden rush of regret at his words, seg a g a flash of pain from his Padawan, suddenly understanding how hurtful his words had been to Anakin. "No Master. I never intended for you to look like a fool. If I made you feel that way, I'm deeply sorry."

"Then what was your reason?" Obi-Wan snapped, growing more and more irritate Ana Anakin's evasiveness. He wanted to get to the bottom of this, and he wanted to get to the bottom of this right NOW.

Anakin bowed his head again. "Because I hoped you might like it and might want to do the same to me," he whispered, and Obi-Wan had to call on the Force to remain standing on his feet, his hands dropping to his sides.

"You...I...um...I...what?" he stammered. Anakin appeared to gather himself and once again raised his eyes to meet his Master's.

"I haven't been able to think of anything else since I gave you that massage this afternoon." Obi-Wan's eyes widened, and with a sudden burst of courage, Anakin blurted out the rest, suddenly wanting to get it out in the open. "I'm truly sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, Master, and I know I have no right to be feeling the way I do. But the truth of the matter is that I'm attracted to you, I have been for a long time, and I'm tired of pretending not to be."

Obi-Wan didn't know what to say, staring into cleaclear blue eyes of his Padawan, seeing for the first time how the young man's stare, usually laughing and anything but serious, held the strength of his convictions in what he was saying. Finally Anakin stepped closer and taking Obi-Wan's face in his hands, kissed him softly on the lips. Obi-Wan felt a flash of arousal shoot down his spine at the feel of the soft lips on his own. He did have to admit that Anakin was quite a good kisser. Anakin pulled back, but his hands didn't leave the older man's face, nor did he break the stare. "If you can honestly say you felt nothing, I'll never touch you again," he said quietly.

Obi-Wan backed away, trying to regain his composure. He wouldn't lie and say he'd felt nothing, but what had he felt? "I...I don't know, Anakin." He nervously ran a hand through his hair, trying to collect his muddled thoughts. "It...it felt nice, but...I'm attracted to women..."

"So am I. But I'm also attracted to men." He smiled slightly. "There's nothing wrong with being attracted to both sexes, Master. Many people are."

"I am aware of that. But I don't happen to be one of them."

"Are you sure? Possibly that's why you haven't found the right woman. Maybe the right woman is actually a man."

"The right woman for what?"

For the first time Anakin smiled a genuine smile. "For your first time."

"My first time doing what?"

Anakin's grin widened. "Master...it's no secret you're a virgin."

Oan pan pulled away, turning away from his Padawan, his cheeks flaming in embarrassment. Did everyone know? He heard Anakin approach him from behind but jumped anyway when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Better to wait than to be with someone you don't really care about."

Finally Obi-Wan collected himself and turned to face his Padawan. "That's not the reason. I've had opportunities with women I cared about, I just..."

"...wasn't interested?" Anakin interrupted. When Obi-Wan didn't answer, he stepped closer. "That's exactly my point, Master. If you weren't interested, how do you know what the reason was?" He reached up, trailing his long fingers down the side of Obi-Wan's face, gently stroking the dark gold hair. "Perhaps you would have been interested if you had been with a man instead."

Obi-Wan stepped back, trying to find his center, his mind swimming in a haze of confusion at Anakin's closeness, the desire in his Padawan's eyes. The more Anakin looked at him like that, the harder he was finding it to keep a clear head.

Once again Anakin stepped closer and kissed his Master gently, and Obi-Wan felt another flash of arousal, so strong he was unable to control it. Regardless of how his mind might try to deny it, his body told him more clearly than anything else ever could that he WAS attracted to his Padawan, like it or not.

When Obi-Wan didn't pull away again, Anakin stepped a little closer and gently dropped his hands on the older man's hips, pulling them against his, and capturing his lips in another soft kiss. Obi-Wan moaned softly as Anakin pressed his groin to his Master's, rubbing their shafts together.

"Anakin..." he gasped, trying to collect himself. "...no...I can't...it's...it's not appropriate."

"Forget appropriate for one night, Master. You need to let go sometimes. Do what you want, not what's expected of you." He ground his crotch against Obi-Wan again and was pleased to feel his Master's shaft rapidly hardening under his touch.

"Anakin..." he moaned, closing his eyes and tensing as a shiver went down his spine.

"Shhh. Just one night, Master. That's all I'm asking for. I guarantee I'll make it worth your while."

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and stared at his Padawan for a long time. Carefully reaching out with his thoughts, he encountered only desire and sincerity. No sign that Anakin was trying to set him up, or humiliate him, or that his desire was put on at all. The want he was expressing appeared to be genuine.

"I...I don't know what to do with a man," he finally stammered.

Anakin leaned closer, softly kissing Obi-Wan again. "That's fine, Master. I do," he whispered, delighting at the shiver that went down Obi-Wan's spine at his touch. "Let me be the teacher for one night." He slid his hands down Obi-Wan's chest, reaching for the buckle of his belt. Slowly undoing it, he slid the belt off and carefully set it on the night table, not wanting to get a lecture in the morning about properly respecting a lightsaber. He glanced at his Master's eyes again and smiled slightly at the mixture of confusion, desire, and fear he saw in those sea-green orbs.

Obi-Wan was paralyzed by the touch of his Padawan, a small part of his mind still screaming at him about the inappropriateness of becoming involved with Anakin, but when the younger man undid his sash and dropped it on the floor, couldn't help but gasp at the sensual touch.

Anakin heard the gasp and smiled slightly, opening his Master's tunics and planting a kiss on the middle of his chest. He backed away slightly, smiling in approval at the tanned skin, the muscular chest, the wisp of dark gold hair. Picking up the sash, he took Obi-Wan's hand and led him toward his bedroom. Closing and locking the door behind them, he set the sash on the chair in the corner of the room and turned toward Obi-Wan again, smiling at the sight. Obi-Wan hadn't bothered to try to cover his chest again, and was standing awkwardly, his hands clenching and unclenching in nervousness. Anakin felt a sudden rush of love for his Master, remembering a girl he had recently been with. It had been her first time as well, and she had been as nervous as Obi-Wan was now. His smile widened as he remembered what she had been like by the end of the night, screaming his name in ecstasy and begging for more.

He slowly began to remove his clothes, and had to grin as Obi-Wan's gaze roved up and down his body, seeming to not know where to look. He locked eyes with Obi-Wan as he slowly ran his hands up and down his body, delighting at the lust he felt emanating from his Master as he sensuously touched himself. Once he was naked, he stepped closer and again leaned down to kiss his Master's chest. Taking Obi-Wan's hips in his hands, he held him steady as his mouth moved to the left nipple, gently taking the bud into his mouth, flicking his tongue across the tip. Obi-Wan gasped at the feel of his Padawan's sensitive mouth sucking and gently biting at his skin, then gasped again when Anakin replicated his actions on the other nipple with a Force touch.

Anakin worked there a long time, until Obi-Wan's nipples were stiff with arousal, then moved lower, trailing his tongue down the center of his chest. He darted his tongue inside Obi-Wan's navel, and the Jedi jerked in pleasure, his hands finally moving, coming to rest on Anakin's shoulders. He moved one hand higher, brushing his fingertips across the soft skin of his Padawan's cheek, and Anakin turned his head to kiss his Master's fingers.

Finally Anakin stood, and reaching for his Master's tunics, pushed them off his shoulders. Obi-Wan lowered his arms and allowed them to drop. He couldn't help but smile as Anakin picked them up and laid them on the chair, carefully folding them. *At least he's learned one thing from me,* he thought to himself.

Anakin met haze,aze, smiling slightly. *I've learned a lot from you, Master. Now it's time for you to learn something from me.* He reached for the ties at the waist of Obi-Wan's trousers, and again his Master tensed. Anakin pulled his hands away, instead sliding them around Obi-Wan's hard torso, pulling him into another kiss. He slid his tongue around Obi-Wan's lips, gently pressing against them, seeking entry. After a moment, Obi-Wan relented, and Anakin gently slid his tongue along the older man's teeth, then twined his tongue with his Master's.

Carefully withdrawing, he moved lower, sliding his tongue down to the point of Obi-Wan's chin, kissing where he knew the cleft would be visible, if not for the beard. He kissed along the line of Obi-Wan's chin, tickling his lips with the coabearbeard hair. Moving further back, he nibbled on the skin under the older man's ear, then slid his tongue along the rim, sucking the earlobe into his mouth. He trailed gentle kisses across Obi-Wan's neck and repeated his actions on the other ear.

"Anakin...." Obi-Wan moaned as flashes of pleasure shot down his spine at his Padawan's warm breath on his neck. He gasped as Anakin pulled him closer, brushing their nipples together, grinding his groin against Obi-Wan's.

Anakin pulled away and gazed deep into the eyes of his Master. "Yes, Master?" He whispered.

"Um...I...nothing..." Anakin grinned and deliberately rubbed their hard shafts together again.

"Do you like that?"

Obi-Wan gasped and closed his eyes, his legs suddenly weakening at the pleasure shooting through his body. It had never been like this when he touched himself, Anakin's touches and kisses making his whole body feel alive with a delightfully sensual tingling, unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Anakin continued rubbing their shafts together until Obi-Wan started unconsciously thrusting forward, then kneeled down and kissed his shaft through the material of his trousers. Obi-Wan moaned, deep in his throat, his manhood hardening further, to the point of becoming painful. "Anakin..." he gasped, threading his fingers through his Padawan's short blonde hair. "...please, I...I..."

"You what, Master?" Anakin whispered, reaching up to slide a hand between Obi-Wan's legs, gently fondling him.

"Blast! Anakin...please..." Obi-Wan gasped, his hands tightening on Anakin's hair.

"Please what, Master?" he asked, reaching again for the ties on Obi-Wan's trousers. But this time, the Jedi didn't tense at the touch, and Anakin undid the ties and lowered the trousers to his knees. Turning Obi-Wan around and gently sitting him down on the edge of the bed, Anakin pulled the boots off and slid the trousers the rest of the way off. Obi-Wan's shaft was hard and already weeping pre-come, and he gasped as Anakin planted a light kiss on the tip.

"I...I...don't know...I just...oh Force!" he moaned as Anakin slid his mouth down over the swollen head. Anakin grunted as his Master's hands tightened further in his hair, pulling painfully. But he would endure much more if the reason for his pain was his lover's pleasure.

He slid his mouth lower, sucking firmly, then withdrew completely, flicking his tongue across the end of Obi-Wan's hard shaft. Obi-Wan gasped, pulling again on Anakin's hair. Anakin moved lower, spreading Obi-Wan's legs further and sliding his tongue along his Master's scrotum. "Oh Force! Anakin!!" he gasped as Anakin sucked on the soft skin of his sacs, taking each one into his mouth in turn. His hands left Anakin's head, reaching for the side of the bed, trying to hold himself steady as jolts of pleasure shot through his body like lightning bolts.

For a brief moment Anakin pulled away and pushed Obi-Wan back so he was laying in the center of the bed. Kneeling beside the older Jedi, he slid his mouth down over Obi-Wan's shaft again. A deep shudder went down Obi-Wan's spine as Anakin's tongue traced ticklish circles up and down him.

With an evil smile, Anakin withdrew and blew on the head of the engorged organ, and Obi-Wan jerked in agony. He tried to thrust up into Anakin's mouth, but his Padawan held him down with a firm Force hold. He finally raised his head and locked eyes with his Padawan, and Anakin felt a rush of pleasure shoot straight to his heart at the naked lust in his Master's eyes. If there had ever been any doubt Obi-Wan was enjoying what they were doing, there couldn't be now.

He moved closer and kissed the end of Obi-Wan's shaft, delighting in the agonized moan. He could tell Obi-Wan was close to his release and it was torture for him to be teased like this. "Anakin...please..."

"Please what, Master?" he whispered, kissing the end of Obi-Wan's shaft again, lightly flicking his tongue against the heated flesh.

Obi-Wan writhed in agony at the tickling tongue of his Padawan, trying desperately to push himself up into Anakin's mouth. "Please, Padawan...please...I need you...please..." he moaned, sighing deeply as Anakin suddenly lowered his mouth over the hard shaft, sucking firmly. Anakin couldn't help but grin at his Master's begging, taking in as much as he could.

A hard shiver went up, then back down Obi-Wan's spine as Anakin continued his attentions, his hands gently fondling Obi-Wan's sacs, gentle Force touches squeezing and pulling on his Master's erect nipples. Obi-Wan's hands clenched around the sheets and with a loud moan, he came, spilling his release into his Padawan's mouth, his entire body spasming in ecstacy.

Anakin quickly swallowed his Master's come and continued sucking firmly until he felt the shaft soften and Obi-Wan relax back into the bed. Carefully sliding his tongue up Obi-Wan's now flaccid shaft, he carefully licked off all traces of his Master's come, not able to get enough of his lover's taste.

When he finally slid up the bed, he smiled, watching his Master gasp for breath, his eyes closed, his long, delicate lashes resting on his cheeks. He reached to stroke Obi-Wan's chest, and the older man's eyes flew open, locking with his Padawan. Neither said anything, but the satisfied, relaxed look in Obi-Wan's eyes was clear, as was the happiness and contentment in Anakin's.

Finally Anakin lay down next to his Master and slid closer, positioning his head in the hollow beneath Obi-Wan's shoulder. Obi-Wan's arm came around him, gently stroking his shoulder. Anakin sighed in contentment, his fingers splayed across Obi-Wan's stomach, gently stroking the smooth skin. His own shaft was hard and throbbing, but he determined to ignore it for now. He wanted this night to be for his Master.

For a long time neither said anything out loud, but the telepathic exchanges of love flying back and forth between them made words unnecessary. Finally Obi-Wan spoke. "Thank you, Anakin. That was wonderful. I guess you were right."

Anakin raised his head to look into his Master's eyes, grinning at the admission. "I'm deeply pleased that you enjoyed yourself, Master. But that's just the beginning." His grin widened. "I did promise you a NIGHT of pleasure."

"I don't need anything else, Anakin. Really." He couldn't help but smile himself at the twinkle in his Padawan's eyes.

"Oh, but I keep my promises, Master." Obi-Wan's smile widened at the grin on his Padawan's face. Anakin stretched up and softly kissed Obi-Wan's lips. "Rest for a few minutes. Then we'll continue."

"Continue with what?"

"You'll see." Obi-Wan shrugged and closed his eyes, his hand continuing its slow track up and down Anakin's arm.

After a while, Anakin slid his hand lower and gently gripped his Master's shaft. When he felt the flesh beginning to stiffen under his attentions, he pulled from Obi-Wan's embrace and straddled his waist. "What are you..." Obi-Wan said, his eyes flying open in surprise.

"Hush..." Anakin replied, gently laying a hand across his Master's lips, silencing his protest. "Just relax, Master." He whispered, bringing his hands down to Obi-Wan's shoulders, his strong hands loosening the hard muscles. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and sighed under his Padawan's touches, determined to do what Anakin seemed to be doing, relaxing and enjoying himself.

He moved lower, kneading the hard muscles of Obi-Wan's chest, his fingers pressing and working the tanned skin. Obi-Wan sighed again, wondering why he hadn't let Anakin do this years ago. His Padawan had an amazing awareness of a body and an instinct for just how hard to push to loosen tight muscles.

Anakin moved lower again, sliding his hands across Obi-Wan's abdomen, molding the flesh like a master sculptor working clay. He worked down one leg, then the other, and was pleased to see Obi-Wan's shaft once again perking up with interest. Rolling Obi-Wan onto his stomach, he began working on his back, gradually feeling his Master's entire body relaxing under the gentle touches.

He laced his fingers together and pressed with his knuckles on the hard muscles of Obi-Wan's buttocks, drawing another deep sigh from the older man. At the expression of pleasure, he leaned down and softly kissed his Master, flicking his tongue over the heated flesh. Obi-Wan gasped but didn't pull away, and Anakin repeated his action on the other side, drawing out another gasp.

Taking that as a positive sign, Anakin slid lower, and with a gentle motion, spread Obi-Wan's legs. Obi-Wan tensed for a moment, but relaxed again as gentle Force touches stroked up and down his back. He kissed his way closer and closer to Obi-Wan's tight opening, finally flicking his tongue across the surface.

Obi-Wan's breath exploded from him in an agonized moan as his Padawan's tongue drew ticklish circles around the rim of his anus. He was paralyzed under the touch, trying to adjust position to reduce the pressure on his quickly hardening shaft. "Anakin...." he groaned, his hands tightening around the covers at the pleasure shooting down his spine with each slow stroke of his Padawan's sensitive tongue.

Just when Obi-Wan thought he couldn't take any more, Anakin slid up the bed and rolled his Master onto his side, curling up behind him. Sliding his arm under Obi-Wan's head, his other hand snaked across his belly, holding him tightly against his own erection. Obi-Wan shivered at the feel of Anakin's hard shaft pressing against his buttocks, and shivered again when Anakin's hand moved lower, stroking his cock again.

Lifting his Master's leg up, Anakin slid a hand across Obi-Wan's ass, one finger gently stroking the tight opening. Obi-Wan turned to gaze into his Padawan's eyes, his breath catching in his throat as Anakin slid a finger into his mouth, sucking on it firmly. Obi-Wan's cock gave several quick throbs as he briefly remembered what it had felt like when Anakin sucked on it.

Anakin slid his fingers across Obi-Wan's lips and smiled in pleasure when his Master sucked them in, making his own shaft throb in response. After a moment, he withdrew his fingers and pulled his Master tighter against him, sliding his hand down and stroking Obi-Wan's ass. He pressed gently against the opening, and kissed the side of Obi-Wan's neck when he felt a flash of nervousness from his Master. "Relax, Master. It won't hurt. I promise."

He pressed again, a little firmer this time, and finally was able to slide his finger inside. Obi-jerkjerked at the sensation, at the unfamiliar intrusion. But Anakin was right, it hadn't hurt, and when his Padawan moved his finger slowly inside, flicking it back and forth slightly, the jolt of pleasure in his groin caught him totally by surprise. Anakin concentrated for a moment, and opening a drawer in his dresser, soon had a small tube floating over toward him. Gently withdrawing, he applied a generous amount of lube to his fingers and reached for his Master again.

This time the penetration was easier, and Anakin slowly slid his finger in and out, carefully loosening up Obi-Wan's untried opening. After a while, he gently slid a second finger inside, and Obi-Wan tensed at the pressure. Anakin kissed the back of his neck, burying his face in the dark gold hair, causing a shiver to shoot down Obi-Wan's spine. "Relax, Master. It's only uncomfortable if you're tense." He repositioned the arm Obi-Wan was using for a pillow and gently touched his Master's forehead. "Relax..." He whispered, putting a slight Force suggestion into the word, and nodded in approval when the pressure on his fingers suddenly lessened. He shifted position on the bed, his own hard shaft throbbing with unsatisfied lust.

A third finger soon followed, and it wasn't long until Obi-Wan was moaning, pressing himself back against the hand of his Padawan. After a few more strokes he carefully withdrew his fingers, smiling at the dismayed whimper from Obi-Wan. He rolled Obi-Wan to his back and picked up the tube again, spreading his Master's legs and kneeling between them.

Careful to ensure that Obi-Wan was watching every move he made, he coated his erection with a generous amount of lube and carefully spread it to cover every square centimeter of skin. Reaching for his Master's erect shaft, his closed his fingers around the heated flesh and began a slow rhythm, dropping his other hand to his own shaft and replicating the action.

He continued his actions until Obi-Wan was moaning, pushing up into his hand, then abruptly pulled away. The older Jedi gave a small sigh of dismay as he watched his Padawan's eyes close in pleasure as his hand moved quickly, his fingers sliding easily over the slippery flesh. "Ohhhhh...." Anakin moaned, moving his hand faster and faster. Obi-Wan reached for his own aching shaft, but some part of Anakin's subconscious caught the movement and gently pressed his hands back into the mattress with a light Force hold.

Obi-Wan sighed in dismay as his neglected shaft began to throb in distress, his agony increasing as Anakin's eyes opened and he saw the overwhelming lust in the clear blue orbs. With a superhuman effort, Anakin finally pulled his hand away and stared down at his Master's eyes, dark with need. "Anakin..." He moaned. "Please..."

Anakin grinned, Force-lifting Obi-Wan's buttocks a few centimeters off the bed and pressing his engorged organ against his Master's tight opening. "Do you want this, Master?" He whispered, pressing a little harder, waiting for Obi-Wan to relax and take him in. Obi-Wan nodded quickly, his response not enough for his Padawan. "Do you want it, Master? Tell me how much you want it."

"Please, Anakin. I want it."

"How much do you want it, Master?" His voice was low with the need he was keeping under tight control. "Tell me how much."

"Anakin, please...I need...need it...need you...please..." He gasped as Anakin's hard cock slowly slid past the constricting muscle. It was more than he expected and he tensed again, but calling on the Force, consciously made himself relax.

Anakin for his part was biting his bottom lip, fighting down his body's need, ignoring the almost overwhelming desire to slam hard and fast into the tight opening, to get the relief his aching cock was screaming for. He would not do that. He would not hurt his Master, no matter how much his body was crying out for relief.

He slid in a centimeter more, allowing Obi-Wan's body time to adjust to the intrusion before pressing forward carefully again. Centimeter by centimeter he carefully pressed in, his own need rising to a fever pitch at the feel of the tight sheath enclosing his aching shaft.

Finally he was totally inside and held still for a moment, collecting himself and allowing Obi-Wan to adjust to the sensations. He started to move slowly, not more than a centimeter in either direction, but when he felt Obi-Wan trying to press against him, began slowly increasing the length of his stro
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Obi-Wan closed his eyes, concentrating on willing himself to relax and enjoy the sensations. Though Anakin had been slow and gentle in his entry, it was a feeling he was unused to, and the pleasure was tinged by traces of discomfort.

He felt himself being gently lowered to the bed, and when Anakin spread his legs further and pushed them back toward his head, he gasped as the new position suddenly felt more comfortable and far more pleasurable. "Oh blast...Anakin..." he moaned as he felt the tip of Anakin's cock suddenly brush against his prostate. The sensation was almost more than he could bear as he felt hot flashes of unimaginable pleasure shoot down his spine at each stroke.

"Master..." Anakin moaned, Obi-Wan's contractions around him rapidly pushing him toward his release. When Obi-Wan opened his eyes again, he was transfixed by the deep blue pools of his Padawan's, and couldn't take his eyes off Anakin's. Anakin pressed his legs back further, stroking Obi-Wan's chest with Force touches, twisting and pulling on his Master's erect nipples.

"Oh Force...Anakin..." he moaned louder as he suddenly felt a mouth on his aching shaft, and realized Anakin was using the Force to suck his throbbing cock. Though he wouldn't have believed it, the pleasure increased further, his entire body aflame with lust and desire. Anakin's eyes darkened further as he continued to thrust, each stroke banging against the sweet spot within Obi-Wan.
i-Wai-Wan was paralyzed under the touch of his Padawan, the pleasure seeming to come from everywhere, as he was simultaneously penetrated and Force-sucked. A hard shudder went down his body as Anakin changed his angle slightly and the banging on his prostate increased. He could feel his climax approaching as Anakin moved harder and faster, for the first time, giving in to his own need. "Master..." he moaned, his hands tightening on Obi-Wan's legs.

"Anakin..." he groaned, his mind swimming in a haze of pleasure even the Force couldn't clear. "Now...I'm coming now..." With a flash it hit him, every muscle in his body tightening as he spurted his release across his stomach. Anakin groaned loudly as Obi-Wan tightened on him, and a stroke later was there as well, the contractions of his Master kneading his own release from him.

The flash of Anakin's release slammed into Obi-Wan's shields like a hammer, and before he knew what was happening, they were dropping, his Padawan's orgasm blending with his own. Anakin's eyes widened in astonishment as their minds suddenly became one. His own orgasm intensified as he suddenly felt his own pleasure and his Master's, melded together in his mind and body, until he wasn't sure when he ended and Obi-Wan began. He continued thrusting as quickly as he could, only a small part of his mind aware of where he was and what he was doing, the rest floating in a haze of the most incredible orgasm he had ever had.

For a long time it went on, until finally the sensations began to diminish and they each retreated back into their own minds. Anakin moved in and out a few more times, drawing the last bit of essence from his rapidly softening shaft, and doing the same for Obi-Wan. Finally it was over, and he collapsed on Obi-Wan's chest. After a moment, Obi-Wan's arms came around him, holding him tightly.

For many minutes, the two Jedi lay entwined, gasping for breath. Though they had left the other's minds, a connection still existed between them. Obi-Wan smiled in contentment as he felt the unabashed love in his Padawan's mind. Anakin also smiled, feeling the gratitude and complete satisfaction in Obi-Wan.

After a long time, Anakin carefully withdrew. Rolling Obi-Wan onto his side, he curled up behind him, draping an arm around his waist, holding him tightly to his chest. Obi-Wan's arm came around Anakin's, holding his Padawan tightly. Anakin nuzzled his face into Obi-Wan's neck, breathing deeply of his Master's scent.

For a long time they held each other, saying nothing. After what they had just shared, words seemed superfluous. Finally Obi-Wan spoke.

"If I'd known it was like that, I wouldn't have waited thirty-three years." Anakin chuckled softly at the words, tightening his arm around his Master's waist. He could feel a chuckle rumbling in Obi-Wan's chest, and sighed in contentment. "So was it as good as you had imagined?"

Anakin smiled, kissing the back of Obi-Wan's neck again. "Ummm. Better." He whispered. "Thank you, Master."

"Ummmm. Thank YOU, Anakin." Obi-Wan sighed, closing his eyes.

Finally Anakin spoke again. "So you're no longer a virgin. Aren't you glad it's over?" Obi-Wan turned his head so he could look into Anakin's eyes.

"Glad it's over, no. Glad I experienced it with someone I care about, yes." Anakin felt his heart do flip flops at the words and nodded.

"I'm glad too, Master. Your first time should be special." He stretched to kiss the end of Obi-Wan's sculpted nose. "I love you, Master. I know I don't always act like I do, but I do."

Obi-Wan smiled. "I know you do, Anakin. I love you too."

Anakin grinned. "Even when you lecture me?"

"ESPECIALLY when I lecture you. I only lecture because I want you to do well."

"I know, Master." He snuggled closer, and Obi-Wan relaxed into his Padawan's embrace, closing his eyes. "Good night, Master."

"Good night Anakin." He closed his eyes, but sleep was not to be his. After several minutes he opened them again. "Anakin?"

"Hmmm?" Anakin asked sleepily.

"Is it my turn next time?"

"Your turn for what?"

"For what you did this time. I think I would like it."

Anakin chuckled softly. "If you would like, Master. If you would like..."

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