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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,676
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Out of Bounds
TITLE: Out of Bounds
AUTHOR: agentj / agentjedi
RATING: Adult/NC-17
CHARACTERS: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala
STATUS: complete
DATE WRITTEN: ? 2005, January 2007
TIMEFRAME: Prequel: end of the Clone Wars, possibly during Revenge of the Sith
SUMMARY: Obi-Wan knows.
CONTENT WARNING: Same sex and opposite sex pairings. Explicit sex. Nonconsensual sex.
THANKS TO: gizzi1213 for the beta
WORD COUNT: 1,028
Obi-Wan awoke with a start. He looked about dazed and confused, at first not recognising his surroundings. Suddenly remembering he was not in some strange place in the Outer Rim anymore, he realised the shadows that streaked across the soft greys of twilight were familiar ones cast from the objects in his own room at the Temple.
Lying back, Obi-Wan sighed and stilled his breathing, listening not only to the sounds around him, but in the Force as well. He felt whatever had disturbed his sleep was not dangerous, exactly, but it still struck a strange chord, nonetheless.
Then he felt it.
Arousal.
It was an unmistakable barely half-hidden telltale sign in the Force. Obi-Wan had been awoken by it many times before, but years ago, when Anakin was a teenager.
Obi-Wan frowned. Anakin was making love to someone.
Tossing over to his side, Obi-Wan tried to block it out, cut off the unmistakable flow of energy coming from Anakin in the throes of his love-making. He and his lover were many kilometres away, likely in her apartment elsewhere on Coruscant, yet Obi-Wan could still feel Anakin's passions as if he and his lover where right beside Obi-Wan in his bed.
Intolerable.
Obi-Wan adjusted the bed sheets around him, grumbling and mumbling to himself, but it was of no use.
Anakin was thinking about him.
He threw himself on his back with a haughty grunt, gripping the sheets tightly with his white-knuckled fists.
It was years ago now, when Anakin had begun awakening to the sensations of his developing body. The bond he shared with Obi-Wan somehow linked Anakin's deeper emotions with his master. It had surprised and frustrated Obi-Wan at first. Eventually, Anakin had discovered that someone was sharing his orgasms with him.
Yes, Obi-Wan admitted with reluctance and embarrassment that he had, in fact, been awakened in the night or early morning feeling Anakin's sexual desire. Moreover, he had even allowed himself to enjoy the pleasureable sensations and take his own cock into his hands and join along.
That had put an end to it.
Or it should have. Years passed, and suddenly the Republic was at war. Obi-Wan and Anakin found themselves holed up together in trenches and cramped quarters, in soggy tents and desolate planets. Although surrounded by thousands of men wearing the same face, for months on end they saw only each other and began to feel lonely.
So it started again.
At first it seemed more permissible to share this intimacy if they didn't actually touch each other. Anakin on his bunk, Obi-Wan under his covers. Of course, it wasn't like they couldn't hear each other's heavy breathing, the sound of rustling cloth as their hands worked furiously away at bringing themselves some comfort in the dead of night. Eventually it became too easy to reach out, so economic to share one bed instead of two.
Although they never spoke of it, Obi-Wan was aware of more than just Anakin's infatuation with the Naboo senator. Glimpses of his fantasies always spiked the most crucial parts of their bond. Anakin would cover it up, and Obi-Wan would pretend he hadn't felt or seen anything other than Anakin's physical desire.
But this was too much.
Now Anakin was with her, and he was thinking of Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan brought his sweaty palms to his face and pressed them against his closed eyelids, causing stars to erupt. The images from Anakin were coming through unbidden. Through this shared link in the Force, Obi-Wan felt Anakin's member fully hardened, engulfed by his lover's sex. Worse yet, Anakin was fantasizing that with every thrust of his hip, he was engorging himself in Obi-Wan. Anakin was picturing Obi-Wan's tapered body as his hands roamed Padmé's rounded hips and curved buttocks.
Obi-Wan's body responded to Anakin's emotions as if they were his own, and his organ began to become engorged.
No, Anakin. I won't. I won't participate, Obi-Wan willed himself to send back through their bond, although they had never shared actual words with one another with their minds. Well, not full sentences. Perhaps just a "Help!" or "Watch out!" but nothing more. All Obi-Wan could do was send his anger and distress.
Anakin faltered in his pace, Obi-Wan could feel it. Relief began to seep into Obi-Wan before he realised Anakin hadn't stopped. Now he knew as Obi-Wan did that they were linked. Suddenly, Anakin's fantasy of taking his master through Padmé's body flooded Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan gasped, horror filling him again as he felt a determined shift in Anakin's desire.
Suddenly the physical sensations started again with extreme ferocity. Obi-Wan's sensation of Anakin's member had changed. Instead of sensing something soft and wet, Anakin was experiencing something hot and tight. Very tight. Oh, gods, it's so good and tight, Obi-Wan realised unwillingly.
Without wanting to, Obi-Wan's hand gripped his now-solid erection through several layers of cloth. It wouldn't have mattered if he could have felt his own hand or not, for Anakin's presence in his mind was so complete, all Obi-Wan's body could sense was what Anakin's body felt.
Obi-Wan felt his balls slapping into the back curve of Padmé's buttocks. He heard himself grunt and pant as he thrust over and over again into her as she whimpered his name. "Oh, Ani, Ani...," Padmé pleaded. Was it to stop? To continue? Oh, gods, it felt so good....
With a loud shuddering verbalisation, Obi-Wan and Anakin came together.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes as waves of shame-filled ecstasy washed over him. With their shared final release, the bond was broken, and Obi-Wan could not sense Anakin's body or his emotions any more.
Opening his eyes to stare up into the darkness that surrounded him, Obi-Wan lay there listening to the sound of his own breath. The warmth that had spread between his thighs now began to cool and feel clammy.
Obi-Wan shivered. He berrated himself for what he had allowed to happen. He knew of Anakin's desires. He knew how dangerous Anakin's lust could be. He knew, and he had done nothing.
Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan silently sighed.
He also knew there was nothing he would do to change it.
AUTHOR: agentj / agentjedi
RATING: Adult/NC-17
CHARACTERS: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala
STATUS: complete
DATE WRITTEN: ? 2005, January 2007
TIMEFRAME: Prequel: end of the Clone Wars, possibly during Revenge of the Sith
SUMMARY: Obi-Wan knows.
CONTENT WARNING: Same sex and opposite sex pairings. Explicit sex. Nonconsensual sex.
THANKS TO: gizzi1213 for the beta
WORD COUNT: 1,028
Obi-Wan awoke with a start. He looked about dazed and confused, at first not recognising his surroundings. Suddenly remembering he was not in some strange place in the Outer Rim anymore, he realised the shadows that streaked across the soft greys of twilight were familiar ones cast from the objects in his own room at the Temple.
Lying back, Obi-Wan sighed and stilled his breathing, listening not only to the sounds around him, but in the Force as well. He felt whatever had disturbed his sleep was not dangerous, exactly, but it still struck a strange chord, nonetheless.
Then he felt it.
Arousal.
It was an unmistakable barely half-hidden telltale sign in the Force. Obi-Wan had been awoken by it many times before, but years ago, when Anakin was a teenager.
Obi-Wan frowned. Anakin was making love to someone.
Tossing over to his side, Obi-Wan tried to block it out, cut off the unmistakable flow of energy coming from Anakin in the throes of his love-making. He and his lover were many kilometres away, likely in her apartment elsewhere on Coruscant, yet Obi-Wan could still feel Anakin's passions as if he and his lover where right beside Obi-Wan in his bed.
Intolerable.
Obi-Wan adjusted the bed sheets around him, grumbling and mumbling to himself, but it was of no use.
Anakin was thinking about him.
He threw himself on his back with a haughty grunt, gripping the sheets tightly with his white-knuckled fists.
It was years ago now, when Anakin had begun awakening to the sensations of his developing body. The bond he shared with Obi-Wan somehow linked Anakin's deeper emotions with his master. It had surprised and frustrated Obi-Wan at first. Eventually, Anakin had discovered that someone was sharing his orgasms with him.
Yes, Obi-Wan admitted with reluctance and embarrassment that he had, in fact, been awakened in the night or early morning feeling Anakin's sexual desire. Moreover, he had even allowed himself to enjoy the pleasureable sensations and take his own cock into his hands and join along.
That had put an end to it.
Or it should have. Years passed, and suddenly the Republic was at war. Obi-Wan and Anakin found themselves holed up together in trenches and cramped quarters, in soggy tents and desolate planets. Although surrounded by thousands of men wearing the same face, for months on end they saw only each other and began to feel lonely.
So it started again.
At first it seemed more permissible to share this intimacy if they didn't actually touch each other. Anakin on his bunk, Obi-Wan under his covers. Of course, it wasn't like they couldn't hear each other's heavy breathing, the sound of rustling cloth as their hands worked furiously away at bringing themselves some comfort in the dead of night. Eventually it became too easy to reach out, so economic to share one bed instead of two.
Although they never spoke of it, Obi-Wan was aware of more than just Anakin's infatuation with the Naboo senator. Glimpses of his fantasies always spiked the most crucial parts of their bond. Anakin would cover it up, and Obi-Wan would pretend he hadn't felt or seen anything other than Anakin's physical desire.
But this was too much.
Now Anakin was with her, and he was thinking of Obi-Wan.
Obi-Wan brought his sweaty palms to his face and pressed them against his closed eyelids, causing stars to erupt. The images from Anakin were coming through unbidden. Through this shared link in the Force, Obi-Wan felt Anakin's member fully hardened, engulfed by his lover's sex. Worse yet, Anakin was fantasizing that with every thrust of his hip, he was engorging himself in Obi-Wan. Anakin was picturing Obi-Wan's tapered body as his hands roamed Padmé's rounded hips and curved buttocks.
Obi-Wan's body responded to Anakin's emotions as if they were his own, and his organ began to become engorged.
No, Anakin. I won't. I won't participate, Obi-Wan willed himself to send back through their bond, although they had never shared actual words with one another with their minds. Well, not full sentences. Perhaps just a "Help!" or "Watch out!" but nothing more. All Obi-Wan could do was send his anger and distress.
Anakin faltered in his pace, Obi-Wan could feel it. Relief began to seep into Obi-Wan before he realised Anakin hadn't stopped. Now he knew as Obi-Wan did that they were linked. Suddenly, Anakin's fantasy of taking his master through Padmé's body flooded Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan gasped, horror filling him again as he felt a determined shift in Anakin's desire.
Suddenly the physical sensations started again with extreme ferocity. Obi-Wan's sensation of Anakin's member had changed. Instead of sensing something soft and wet, Anakin was experiencing something hot and tight. Very tight. Oh, gods, it's so good and tight, Obi-Wan realised unwillingly.
Without wanting to, Obi-Wan's hand gripped his now-solid erection through several layers of cloth. It wouldn't have mattered if he could have felt his own hand or not, for Anakin's presence in his mind was so complete, all Obi-Wan's body could sense was what Anakin's body felt.
Obi-Wan felt his balls slapping into the back curve of Padmé's buttocks. He heard himself grunt and pant as he thrust over and over again into her as she whimpered his name. "Oh, Ani, Ani...," Padmé pleaded. Was it to stop? To continue? Oh, gods, it felt so good....
With a loud shuddering verbalisation, Obi-Wan and Anakin came together.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes as waves of shame-filled ecstasy washed over him. With their shared final release, the bond was broken, and Obi-Wan could not sense Anakin's body or his emotions any more.
Opening his eyes to stare up into the darkness that surrounded him, Obi-Wan lay there listening to the sound of his own breath. The warmth that had spread between his thighs now began to cool and feel clammy.
Obi-Wan shivered. He berrated himself for what he had allowed to happen. He knew of Anakin's desires. He knew how dangerous Anakin's lust could be. He knew, and he had done nothing.
Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan silently sighed.
He also knew there was nothing he would do to change it.