The Master

PLEASE NOTE: This is a very dark peice. It contains humiliation and borderline non-consensual acts.

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TITLE: The Master
AUTHOR: agentj
STATUS: complete
DATE WRITTEN: April-May, August, November 2006, Feburary 2007
CATEGORY: vignette: dark slash
CHARACTERS: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi
TIMEFRAME: Prequel: post-Attack of the Clones
CONTENT WARNING: same sex pairing, humiliation, BDSM, borderline non-consensual acts, explicit sexual intercourse
SUMMARY: Anakin has a secret, and Obi-Wan shares it with him.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Most fans would agree that Obi-Wan and Anakin share a twisted kind of love, complex and deep. I wanted to try out a darker avenue.
WORD COUNT: 3,120

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From the darkness inside his former master's apartment, Anakin watched the misty Coruscanti skyline. His piercing gaze remained transfixed outward, although it was obvious he was focused on something inward as he twirled the motivator chip in his artificial hand.

Anakin had a secret.

Leaning back in his chair, Anakin scowled, and his eyes shifted to watch an old XT40-2 model cross the air traffic. Obi-Wan was delaying his arrival. On purpose. It had to be.

Anakin blinked and stared forward again, frowning. Obviously, Obi-Wan wanted Anakin good and angry at him this time. Why else be this late?

More importantly, why leave the broken motivator on top of the dining table? It was Obi-Wan who asked for this meeting. If he were so eager for this, why wasn't he here already?

The apartment door opened with a soft hiss, and Obi-Wan entered the darkened room. In an instant, Anakin stood to his full height, clasping the motivator tightly. The chair beneath him tumbled over with a soft thud against the carpet. With a start, Obi-Wan's grey eyes shot up and looked at Anakin's silhouette.

Grinding his jaw, Anakin lifted his right hand, and the motivator glinted in the subdued light outside. Obi-Wan glanced at it and visibly swallowed. With careful deliberateness, the older Jedi removed his cloak and placed it on a hook beside the door.

Anakin barely waited until Obi-Wan had finished hanging up his cloak before he demanded, "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan turned and straightened, opening his mouth to answer, "Master Ki-Mundi delayed me—"

"Quiet!" Anakin barked and took a step from the table where he had sat before the terrace. "You know better than this."

Obi-Wan's eyebrow raised, but not in surprise. Rather, he dipped his head in acquiescence and waited for Anakin to approach him.

Breathing heavily, Anakin walked in front of Obi-Wan and literally breathed down his master's neck. He had been waiting two hours—two hours—for Obi-Wan to return to his quarters. It would have been at least courtesy for the man to contact Anakin about his delay.

Anakin came round Obi-Wan, tracing the edge of the motivator along the older man's shoulder and backside. "Take your place, old man," Anakin commanded with a sneer, "against the transparisteel. Now!"

Obi-Wan's head turned slightly to catch a glimpse of Anakin. He hesitated for a moment, then did as Anakin told him, taking a step up to the terrace, walking past the table, and facing the grey fog outside the apartment. He fixed his own grey eyes into the greyness outside.

Anakin followed Obi-Wan closely, his eyes glittering with excitement in anticipation. Looking up and down his master's form appreciatively, Anakin said somewhat softly, "I want you to strip."

When Obi-Wan's brow pressed together in question to Anakin's demand, the younger man threw up his biomechanical hand and pushed the back of Obi-Wan's head, pressing his cheek against the cool glass.

"Now!" Anakin reiterated angrily.

Obi-Wan took a sharp breath that briefly fogged the glass, but his nimble fingers swiftly did as he was told, unfastening his belt, shrugging off his tunics, and dropping his leggings to the floor.

Anakin loosened his grip on Obi-Wan when his master complied. "Outside." Anakin motioned, his voice calmer again.

Obi-Wan touched the terrace panel, the transparisteel sliding smoothly away. A cool breeze flowed up the side of the building and caught Obi-Wan's hair, making his whole body shiver. He stepped out onto the cold stone.

Anakin reached out his artificial arm, and the toppled chair next to the table came flying into his outstretched hand. He placed the chair on the edge between the terrace outside and the interior room. Sitting, Anakin flipped the motivator deftly in his left hand and caught it in mid-air. As he flipped it a few more times, Obi-Wan simply stood there, shivering from head to foot in the cold, his pale skin a stark contrast against the greyness of Coruscant's cloudy skies.

Anakin stopped fiddling with the motivator and gave Obi-Wan a cursory glance. "Touch yourself."

Looking down at the stone railing before him, Obi-Wan shuddered and frowned. With his right hand, he took his semi-flaccid member and began to stroke it. "Why are you doing this to me?" Obi-Wan asked, his voice shaking as much as his naked body trembled from the cold.

Anakin tried another trick with the motivator between his two hands, but it didn't turn out like he intended. Using the Force to right the errant chip, he clasped the object and leaned forward to answer. "Don't you think you deserve it, Obi-Wan? You made me wait." Anakin's lip twisted as his eyes filled with disgust, and his breathing quickened. "You sicken me. The way you make me humiliate you." Anakin leaned back in his chair and looked out at the skyline again. He took a few deep breaths to control himself and reiterated, "You know I don't like waiting."

Obi-Wan continued to stroke himself. His hand thumped faster against his hardening penis, and his breathing became shallow and quick. "Forgive me," he pleaded. "I beg you."

Anakin's eyes tilted unconvinced at hearing his master's voice crack with emotion, but there was no compassion in his own eyes. He wasn't playing into Obi-Wan's game this time. He meant every word he said.

Anakin stood and pocketed the motivator, walking casually in front of Obi-Wan. As his eyes appreciated the older man again, Anakin's face was a mixture of disgust, curiosity and excitement. Obi-Wan avoided looking back into Anakin's face, trying to stare instead at some point in the distance over Anakin's shoulder. His nimble fingers continued to tug and pull at his member: faster, harder, increasing the intensity as Anakin watched.

Anakin completed his walk round his master and came in close behind Obi-Wan's shoulder.

"Are you happy at what you make me do to you?" Anakin hissed in a tight whisper. "D'you like getting off on his humiliation? Hmm?" Anakin was so close to Obi-Wan's ear that his words made the Jedi's hair cropped around his ears twitch. Reaching forward, Anakin's prosthetic hand clasped over Obi-Wan's jerking arm which made him stop. "Don't come too soon, my dear depraved Master." Anakin spat out the last word with great destain.

A flushed Obi-Wan gulped for air as he tried to calm his rising libido. Removing his hand, the coolness of the air around him reacted to the heat of his organ, and his erection wilted slightly. Trembling both with anticipation as well as from the chill, Obi-Wan licked his lips and continued looking outward into the skyline.

"Is this what you want?" Anakin whispered along the base of Obi-Wan's neck as he moved his head from one side of Obi-Wan's face to the other as he passed behind him. Anakin's breath tickled Obi-Wan's hairs, and Obi-Wan gasped, his erection jumping with the erotic stimulation. Anakin put his chin on Obi-Wan's bare left shoulder and looked outward as well.

A small THX-1138 shot up out of the air traffic lines, almost close enough for the two men to feel the heat of the exhaust ports as it veered away. Obi-Wan gasped as it speed onward.

Anakin's eyebrow quirked in a way that mocked the look his master would often give him. He watched Obi-Wan's expression carefully as he inquired, "D'you think that pilot saw you like this? Oh Great Jedi Master!" Anakin seditiously smirked as he saw fear and humiliation flit across the older man's features. "Yes, that's it, isn't it?" Anakin's own eyes twinkled like those of a predator, his voice softening like shimmersilk bonds tied tight across a lover's wrists. "You want this to end, don't you? You want everyone to know what a failure you really are!"

"Anakin! Please!" Obi-Wan's soft voice held emotion that Anakin only ever heard when his master made him subject Obi-Wan to this pretense.

"Please, what, Master?" Anakin growled like a predator. "Tell me what you want."

"I want—"

"Yes?"

"I want—"

A gust of air swirled around them, causing Obi-Wan to shiver violently.

"Say it, Obi-Wan."

"I want you to humiliate me, Anakin."

Anakin nodded in appreciation. "Turn around," he sneered.

Obi-Wan quickly did exactly as Anakin commanded, but although he now faced the younger man, he would not look up into Anakin's eyes.

"Loosen my belt," Anakin spoke softly into Obi-Wan's hair.

Anakin watched as Obi-Wan quickly unfastened the belt and dropped it to the floor. His hands trembled as he loosened the obi and fumbled with the tabard to get to Anakin's leggings.

Though all this, Anakin refused to lay a hand on Obi-Wan. He would not encourage the man, he would not touch or caress him. He would not kiss or show any signs of affection. This had never been about love.

Obi-Wan had undone Anakin's flaps, and it was obvious the younger man was sexually charged by their role-playing, despite however else Anakin had felt about the situation. Not daring to go further, Obi-Wan simply looked impassively at the bulge, grasping his wrist as his hands rested just below his own burgeoning erection.

"Pull it out," Anakin commanded.

Obi-Wan's tapered fingers reached inside the material and freed Anakin's penis. His cold fingertips made Anakin gasp, but his cock jumped in Obi-Wan's hand, ready and waiting for further contact.

Anakin tugged at his leggings, pulling them down just enough to allow his organ to be completely free of the cloth altogether. He breathed deeply a few times and then spoke again in a dry, raspy voice. "Suck me."

Obi-Wan lowered himself to his knees on the hard stone floor of the terrace, positioning himself carefully in case Anakin would buck against him. Holding Anakin's flank firmly, Obi-Wan's tongue began to tantalise and tease Anakin's head. He purposefully lapped up the precome with delicate precision.

Anakin's breathing became hard and laboured. Staring out into the fog, Anakin demanded in a hardened voice, "I said suck it!"

Obi-Wan felt Anakin's prosthetic hand grab him by his hair and force him downward. He gagged slightly as his mouth became full of Anakin's cock, but he did as he was told and began to suck. Still rubbing his tongue along the underside, Obi-Wan managed to regain some control over the situation again, and backed off of Anakin's penis to the head.

Anakin moaned and fell forward slightly as he fumbled for footing. Angrily, Anakin jerked Obi-Wan's hair back, pulling the older man away. The two men suddenly found themselves staring into each other's eyes. Obi-Wan's was filled with genuine fear whilst Anakin's was filled with rage.

"You will not humiliate me!" Anakin screamed down upon his master and threw Obi-Wan's head down to the floor.

Obi-Wan gasped as he caught himself before hitting the stone pavement. A very troubled look crossed his face as he realised this sexual enactment may very well have gone too far. He looked up at the madman leering over him.

Anakin breathed heavily, his nostrils flairing as he looked down upon his own master in disgust. His master had turned him into this. Anakin could not control himself anymore. It was Obi-Wan who had demanded this, not Anakin. It was Obi-Wan who wanted to be chastened and made clean of his sins.

Anakin sneered down upon his master and decided he would gladly be the one to purge his master of this vile and detestable practice in which they engaged.

"Turn around," Anakin growled. "On your hands and knees."

Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment.

"Do it!" Anakin screamed.

Obi-Wan perceived no threat of physical violence when Anakin shouted at him. He did not lift his hand or kick his master. Thus Obi-Wan thought it was all right. It hadn't gotten out of hand. Anakin was only bringing their role-playing to a new level.

Even as Obi-Wan complied with his student's demands, he was uncertain whether or not this had ever been such a good idea.

Clamping his left hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder, Anakin fell to his knees and guided Obi-Wan's posterior back toward him. Anakin spread Obi-Wan's legs apart, giving him access to Obi-Wan's rectum.

Obi-Wan grunted as he felt Anakin's stiff erection sliding and bumping along his back side. All at once he felt like he ought to bolt from his padawan's grasp, considering Anakin was only holding him with his flesh hand. As if Anakin read Obi-Wan's mind, the younger man grabbed Obi-Wan fiercely with his mechanical hand and pulled him backward as Anakin pushed himself forward.

Obi-Wan had never felt the intensity of anal penetration like it before.

Although Anakin had been dripping plenty of come, and his member was slicked by Obi-Wan's own saliva, Obi-Wan himself had not been prepared for this. He cried in pain as Anakin's cock pushed against the rectal opening. The older man only had a moment to relax his muscles and allow what was happening to him.

Obi-Wan pushed himself back into Anakin, relieving some of the pain that tore at his insides. He bit his lower lip, but a low grunt escaped him. He felt Anakin pull back slightly before slamming back into him again, and Obi-Wan's efforts to remain silent were for naught. After a few more bone-jarring jolts from Anakin's thrusts, Obi-Wan's mouth flew open, allowing a cry of pleasurable anguish to escape.

Anakin's fingers tightened around Obi-Wan's neck and shoulder. With a sudden ferociousness, Anakin's right hand nearly crushed Obi-Wan's right shoulder. It caused the older Jedi to crumple forward, his cheek taking the full brunt of his fall.

Anakin didn't stop. In fact, the boy propelled himself with increased intensity, and his breathing became audible with ardent moans.

Obi-Wan's mouth parted as he, too, began to pant. Every time Anakin thrust forward, Obi-Wan verbalised. Behind his closed eyes, Obi-Wan saw a flash of light with every sharp prick of pain from Anakin's penetration.

As Obi-Wan panted Anakin's name, his face piercing hard against the stone floor beneath him, he felt his erection strengthen. Anakin's furious grunts came with each thrust, which ground Obi-Wan's cheek against the pavement. The older Jedi was certain his face would be raw and red if not bloodied by Anakin's endeavour.

Anakin was right. Obi-Wan truly wanted this.

Obi-Wan whimpered and Anakin thrust against him again and again. He was ashamed. He was humiliated. The Jedi Council should never have given him the privilege to teach the Chosen One. Qui-Gon should never have asked him to do this. Obi-Wan was despicable: he had watched helplessly as his master died before his very eyes, and then turned to his own rage and darker emotions as Obi-Wan had destroyed the beast.

But, in fact, the beast was never really destroyed. It was still inside Obi-Wan. Anakin was simply manifesting it to punish him.

Anakin gave a shrill cry as he came, his breath now visible in the cold air. He fell back on his legs and panted as the ripples of ecstasy mixed with shame ran through him. Obi-Wan was the cause of this. Instead of purging his master of his own afflictions, it instead had turned Anakin into a rampaging demon.

Beneath him, Obi-Wan cowered, his bare bottom dripping Anakin's bodily fluids.

Anakin looked down at his master in disgust.

Pulling himself away from Obi-Wan's body, Anakin stuffed himself back in his trousers and made himself presentable. He caught a glimpse of Obi-Wan trying to look at him from between his spread legs.

"Finish yourself," Anakin commanded as he tightened his obi and replaced his belt.

Obi-Wan slowly rose from the ground into a squatting position. His right cheek was raw and pebbles stuck to his face. His member was a deep purple, straight up against his belly, and glistening with come. Anakin watched dispassionately as Obi-Wan grasped his cock and jerked at it desperately once, twice, not quite three times. Obi-Wan's mouth fell open as he fell back on his left arm which braced him as a fierce orgasm wracked his body. A meagre groan was all that escaped Obi-Wan's lips as two tremendous spurts of come jettisoned from him and splattered on to his thigh and the pavement beneath him.

When it was done, Obi-Wan opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder with desperate longing toward his beloved padawan who had been strong enough to make him endure this.

Anakin stared back and with tight lips gave his final command, "Go inside. Clean yourself up."

Obi-Wan struggled to his wobbling feet and did as he was told. The play was over. He was relieved of his monster, at least for the moment, and he could become strong again.

Anakin fell back to his chair.

Staring dispassionately out into the darkening skyline, Anakin's disgust rose like bile in his throat. This strange power play began some time between his sixteenth and seventeenth lifeday, when Anakin had stumbled upon Obi-Wan trying to humiliate himself by standing naked and masturbating in front of his full-length window of his sleeping quarters. He should have been disgusted by his master's need for this degradation, but instead, Anakin found himself drawn to it.

Offering to help his master through this, Anakin began to control the humiliating circumstances Obi-Wan found himself in. The scenarios ranged from forcing Obi-Wan to fly his starfighter in the nude to walking the Jedi hallways completely naked underneath his robe. The one that pleased Anakin the most was to make Obi-Wan bring himself to a full erection, force him into a cock-ring, and make him dress and spare in the training salle. Knowing that many other Jedi liked to watch the two of them spare, and knowing that many of them noticed Obi-Wan's undeniable bulge while doing so, drove the man to snivel before and after the public humiliating display. Anakin could never get enough of it.

And, apparently, neither could Obi-Wan.

Anakin pulled out the broken motivator from his pocket and twirled it absently in his metallic fingertips. Anakin had originally found it in a pile of junk he had procured to reconstruct droid parts. It was Obi-Wan's suggestion that they use it to indicate a desire for their roleplay as well as the safe phrase to cease the drama if things got out of hand.

At any point, Obi-Wan could have told Anakin that he held a bad motivator. Anakin could have chucked the motivator off the terrace and be done with this whole scenario. Instead, Anakin turned the object around in his hand, now well-worn from its years of service as a sexual signifier.

Yes, Anakin was a monster now. Obi-Wan's desire had turned him into one. Whatever was to happen now, it was all Obi-Wan's fault.