Revenge

Author's Note- This was inspired by one line from an RP I was doing with a friend of mine last night. And from one of the various Star Wars comics. I don't know which one, I saw it at a friends' house. The one with Obi Wan all beat up and tied down in a stadium, with Anakin standing behind him with a whip raised... yeah. This is how I wanted the story to go. And while I think Ahsoka is ridiculously hot, 14 is just a little too young for me to feel right acutally writing her into a sex scene. This is my compromise.

Revenge


Well, it had been a good plan... if it hadn't gone so awry. They still managed to pull it off, of course, but Obi Wan was feeling less than thrilled by the part he'd had to play. And Anakin even less so.

It didn't help that adorable, jailbait Ahsoka looked so fantastic in that slave outfit, with a collar around her neck and those big, soft eyes. Neither of them had given into that particular urge, though. They had more sense than that... and for the most part, different tastes.

And when they had been caught out, it had been only Obi Wan... and Anakin had been about to blow the whole thing by refusing to keep playing along with the charade. In fact, he'd had the whip in hand, about to use it on the guards rather than his bound and helpless Master... when Obi Wan's voice echoed in his head. Don't be a fool, Anakin. I can survive a beating or two.

And so the whip had cracked through the air, stinging even through the Jedi battle armour Obi Wan wore. Naturally, it wasn't good enough with the cloth and durasteel in the way, and he was stripped down, his bare back showing just the faintest sheen of sweat in the hot sun. This time, the crack of the whip got a much more satisfactory response, as the kneeling Jedi jerked up, letting out a hoarse cry of surprise and pain. A vivid red line drew across his back, prompting a cheer from the surrounding crowd.

Despite himself, Anakin did feel a stirring deep inside, as he cracked the whip forward again, laying another line, parallel to the first across his friend's back. It contrasted so perfectly with his pale skin... he let a slow smile creep across his face. He was supposed to look like he was enjoying this, after all. And as the third lash hit, crossing the first two, Obi Wan's pained yelp was just so enjoyable... so close to the sounds he made during other intense physical activities... Anakin was glad for the looseness of his slaver garb, hiding just how much he was enjoying this.

Well, hiding it from most of the people in the arena, anyway. He made sure to project it to Obi Wan, even as blood started to bead on his skin from the most vivid of the marks. And Obi Wan, already the type to enjoy a little humiliation and pain, shuddered from arousal as much as the pain on the next strike.

Eventually, of course, it had ended. Obi Wan was taken away, half unconscious, humiliated beyond what most people in the arena thought, the inside of his pants sticky with cum where Anakin had Force-rubbed him to orgasm. Anakin and Ahsoka were able to complete the mission of infiltrating the slaving ring, and pick up the battered Jedi Master with several Force nudges on the dull guards' minds. Back at the Jedi temple, they were congratulated on staying firm and cool in the face of what needed to be done for the sake of the mission, much to Ahsoka's barely-controlled amusement, and sent off to their quarters to rest and recover.

Of course, later that night, when Ahsoka had fallen asleep, Anakin left his quarters silently, heading for his old Master. To check up on him, of course.

Obi Wan was meditating for the moment, letting the Force fix his skin, already half-healed from the damage, just pleasantly stinging occasionally now. He smiled as he felt Anakin approaching, waving open the door for him, and closing it securely once the Knight was inside. “Hello there, Anakin.”

“Master,” he said, nodding. “I wanted to come and check on you, make sure you were healing alright.” He sat down on the floor beside his much shorter Master, eyes roaming over his back, bare because of the wounds healing better without clothing touching them. The sight of the faded marks made his cock twitch ever so slightly in his lap as he remembered making them.

“Sure you did,” Obi Wan chuckled in a low voice. “You just wanted sex.”

“Master! I'm shocked that you would think that of me,” Anakin scoffed indignantly. “Shocked and... and appalled. Yes, appalled is the word I'm looking for.”

“Right,” he said, obviously not believing a word his former apprentice said. “Well, whatever the reason you came here... you owe me for that, wouldn't you say?” He turned to look at him, not even pretending to meditate anymore.

“Owe you?” Anakin asked, slightly confused.

“Oh yes,” Obi Wan said, smiling ever so slightly. “For all that pain you put me through? The humiliation of being broken by a common pirate with a fetish for whipping helpless Jedi?” Despite his words, there was no denying that he was enjoying this, his arousal visible even with the loose, comfortable pants he was wearing. “I'd say you definitely owe me, apprentice.”

He crawled forward, his body moving fluidly, as if he hadn't been sitting cross-legged with a stiff, painful back for hours. Ah, the joy of being Force Sensitive. He pushed Anakin back, until the tall, slender man was laying back on the floor, and crawled over top of him, straddling his waist. “Now, I think a little revenge is in order, hmm?”

Anakin looked up at him, torn between arousal, fear, and delight. They didn't always keep to specific sub or dom roles, although Obi Wan usually liked to be bottom. Still, Anakin would never turn down his Master, especially when he was in such a predatory mood. “If you say so, Master...”

“Oh, I do. I definitely do,” he said, leaning down to kiss him, nothing of tenderness in it, only demanding pleasure, his hands working smoothly with the Force to strip Anakin of his clothing, his fingers very efficient and rough against his body, any hint of his usual gentle personality gone. His fingers ran down over Anakin's chest, knowing every dip and swell of muscle, every scar and mole and sensitive spot, making the younger man squirm under him.

Anakin was always surprised at how thoroughly Obi Wan could get him naked, even when he was lying flat on his back. Not that he minded, of course, it just got them to the interesting points of the evening faster. And his old friend's fingers felt so, so good running familiarly over his chest, teasing his nipples erect. He gasped when strong, merciless fingers pinched down on one, twisting slightly, making him moan and squirm, his body urging him to get away from the pain even as his cock swelled, reacting ever so sportingly to the rough treatment.

“Look at you,” came Obi Wan's voice, oddly harsh and cruel, clearly letting himself enjoy Anakin's discomfort. “Reacting like a little pain slut... hardly a very proper Jedi thing to do, is it?” He ran his nails down Anakin's chest, digging in, leaving tender red lines behind, making his victim shudder.

Anakin flushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed, even here with no one else to see. His master always did know how to taunt him just right, getting under his skin with an ease that even Snips didn't have yet. Of course, being able to add that sexual tinge to it added a whole new level of effectiveness. Force, he looked forward to Ahsoka maturing to the point of wanting to join them.

“Dreaming of your apprentice again?” Obi Wan mocked, picking up Anakin's distracted thoughts. “Filthy thoughts for a Jedi. I bet you're just aching to touch that soft, soft skin, see what colour her nipples are under that tight little top of hers... Think she'd like you to touch them?” His fingers trailed back up Anakin's chest, suiting actions to words. “Rub them nice and gently? Or maybe she'd prefer something a little harsher...” Anakin yelped as Obi Wan bent down, teeth seizing on one nipple, biting almost to the point of drawing blood.

“You really do enjoy this, don't you?” the shorter man said, grinning widely, not quite tearing Anakin's pants as he yanked them off, exposing his hard, weeping cock to the air. His hand reached down, closing around it, giving it several hard pulls, never quite harsh enough to push over the line from pleasure into pain.

Anakin cried out underneath him, hips bucking up into his hand. “Kriff, Master...” he gasped, his body shuddering from reaction, yelping again as Obi Wan's hands reached up, pinching both his nipples again, pulling on them cruelly.

“Language, Padawan,” he said calmly, although he still had that smirk on his face, watching Anakin's too-pretty face as it worked with mingled pain and pleasure. He leaned down, his mouth working his way over Anakin's skin, tormenting the young man as he moved down, avoiding every single pleasure spot he knew to make him squirm.

Anakin whimpered, his body straining, wondering how Obi Wan could be touching so much of him and yet none of the parts he so desperately wanted touched. His Master's lips and tongue were a hot, wet contrast to the not-quite-scratchiness of his beard, making his skin prickle with the sensations.

Obi Wan was now poised, his mouth right over Anakin's cock, maddeningly just above it, refusing to touch it although the hard, dark coloured organ clearly desperately needed to be attended to. His breath caressed over the skin, making Anakin gasp as he spoke. “Hmm... you do seem to be enjoying yourself a little... but I don't think I'm ready for you yet.” Of course, his own cock was just as hard, tenting the soft material of his sleep pants almost an obscene amount. “Get up and kneel, and don't even think of touching yourself.”

As Anakin complied, slightly awkward with arousal, his cheeks flushed a delightful shade of red, Obi Wan kicked off his pants, laying back, letting his legs spread comfortably. Immediately understanding what he wanted, Anakin bent over, slightly awkwardly to avoid crushing his too-sensitive cock or balls, nuzzling along the inside of Obi Wan's thigh.

The thought of finally, actually getting to get off after so much arousal made him almost black out with anticipation and pleasure, but he had to complete this task first. One hand reached up above his head, durasteel fingers closing ever so carefully around Obi Wan's cock, stroking it slightly as his tongue moved up, nudging his balls out of the way, starting to tease open Obi Wan's hole.

It was thoroughly clean, and Anakin was momentarily amused at the thought that Obi Wan had been expecting this to happen tonight. Not that he ever really minded doing this, especially as it made his Master make such delightful noises, but it was just a little more pleasant this way.

Obi Wan groaned with pleasure as he laid back on his elbows, glancing down to see Anakin's golden-haired head working so enthusiastically between his legs, the cool harness of his metallic fingers feeling spectacularly good on his very hot, throbbing cock. The sensation of Anakin's ever-so-talented tongue spreading his hole out was so enjoyable he was tempted to just let him continue right up until he shot his load all over himself an in Anakin's hair, but remembered the sight of Anakin's hard, thick cock, so desperately wanting attention... they could both get what they wanted. “Lube, Anakin,” he managed to gasp, feeling a distinct sense of loss as Anakin's mouth and hand disappeared for a moment, although the coolness of Anakin's lube-coated fingers a moment later, stretching and slicking his hole for what was to come was almost enough to make him come right then.

Not even bothering to try and speak coherently, Obi Wan used the Force to push Anakin back down onto the ground, and crawled quickly on top of him, his hand reaching down to grasp Anakin's cock. The younger Jedi gasped at the touch, trembling, then moaned low and happily as his Master slowly lowered himself down, his hole a hot, incredibly tight sheath around his cock. Obi Wan didn't stay still long, almost immediately starting to ride him, his own cock bouncing gently with his movements. Moaning with pleasure, Anakin's hips matched his pace effortlessly, driving up to meet his body as it moved down over his cock.

After a few moments of being completely absorbed by the sheer pleasure of it, Anakin's organic hand reached out, grabbing Obi Wan's cock and starting to pump it in the rhythm he was pounding into the man with. As much as Obi Wan enjoyed the feeling of Anakin's durasteel hand, the Knight knew better than to use it when he was this lost in pleasure- his mechanical fingers could crush just about anything if he wasn't paying enough attention.

Obi Wan cried out hoarsely as Anakin started to jerk him off, his back arching, causing a flash of pain from the half-healed whip marks. It fuelled the pleasure rather than detract from it, and his balls started to tighten, preparing to shoot off a load.

Anakin could feel the change in his Master's body and Force aura, and sped up his thrusts and stroking, knowing he was ridiculously close himself. He closed his eyes just in time as Obi Wan came, spurting cum forward onto Anakin's chest and face, the heavy, tangy scent of it filling Anakin's nose. Obi Wan's hole tightened on him almost to the point of pain, so tight Anakin couldn't even thrust into him anymore, not that he needed to, as Obi Wan's tight body milked his cock thoroughly, Anakin too wrapped up in pleasure even to cry out as he came, his body arching and mouth open in a silent scream.

Obi Wan collapsed forwards onto Anakin, his body damp from sweat. His breathing was ragged, tickling Anakin's neck, not even bothering to shift to a more comfortable position yet.

Anakin's hands reached up and around Obi Wan's back, careful not to aggravate the lines there. “I should humiliate you in public more often, Master.” he murmured, amusement and exhausted pleasure evident in his tone. Obi Wan's only response was to softly bite his neck and snuggle closer.