Summary: Obi-Wan wakes up to find that it wasn't a dream, and now has to face the reality of what has happened between him and his apprentice. Makes more sense if you have read "Incubus".
Category: Slash, BDSM, Angst, smut
Pairing: Obi-Wan/Anakin
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If George read this, I think I would have more to worry about than lawyers. He would probably have me drawn and quartered. Really George, it's all your fault. You are the one that chained him to the pillar. Didn't you know the kind of things that would inspire in our sick minds? Anyway, I don't own any of the Star Wars characters or locations, and no Jedi were harmed in the writing of this fic.
The title was inspired by the Sarah McLachlan song "Ice".
*WARNING* - This story contains bondage!!!!!! Do NOT read this if you are easily offended! Some of the content borders on non-consensual. If you don't like dark Anakin stuff, don't read. You have been warned.
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Obi-wan lay in stunned silence watching the satisfaction on Anakin's face. He hardly recognized the young man kneeling on the bed beside him. He seemed almost crazed with passion, but slowly the darkness seemed to dissipate.

Anakin sighed contentedly as he stroked Obi-Wan's thighs. He could see on his apprentice's face that he had wanted this for a very long time. Betrayal couldn't even begin to describe what he felt.

This changed everything between them. If he had known of the attraction before he would have spoken to Anakin about it, stopped it before it went too far, but it was too late now to think about that though. All he could do was to try to repair some of the damage, to salvage something of their Master/Padawan relationship. He had to be the rational one here.

Anakin's smooth cheek was pressed to Obi-Wan's thigh, and he was practically purring. His tongue laved at Obi-Wan's hip and traveled to his navel. He rubbed his face over Obi-Wan's stomach, kissing and nibbling his way up, lapping at the thin layer of sweat that covered his Master's body.

"Obi-Wan, you are so incredible. I'm drunk on the taste of you," Anakin said, dragging his lips and tongue over Obi-Wan's body.

He slid up beside him, snuggling against his side, like a child frightened by a nightmare, and they both remained silent for several minutes, Obi-Wan trying to grasp the gravity of the situation, and Anakin luxuriating in the feel of his Master's skin next to his.

Anakin idly stroked his Master's chest and stomach, and Obi-Wan could not deny that it was an enjoyable experience. He could also feel Anakin's erection pressing into the side of his thigh. It reminded him that for the moment things were calm, but he sensed that his apprentice's frenzied passion could resurface without warning.

"Anakin?" Obi-Wan was surprised at how hoarse his voice sounded as it shattered the heavy silence that blanketed the room. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I love you, Obi-wan," Anakin replied simply.

"And I love you as well, Anakin." He felt a slight jolt from the warm body next to him, but he continued. "But you are my apprentice, and this is forbidden."

"I don't care what the Council says. I love you, and I have wanted you for a very long time. And I know, deep down, that you wanted me too," Anakin replied, a tinge of darkness tainting his voice. "I've seen the way you look at me sometimes. I've felt your eyes on me, and I've watched you for so long. And now, you're mine at last."

Anakin shifted so he was lying on top of Obi-Wan, his long arms and legs draping over him. The feeling of the younger man's chest against his sent a little thrill straight through to Obi-Wan's groin, but he took a deep breath and forced down his growing desire.

It was true he had allowed his gaze to linger a bit too long when he looked at his apprentice. The feeling always lurked at the back of his mind, a forbidden possibility that he could never act on and that he pretended was not there. He knew that the bond between a Master and a Padawan was sacred, and punishment was harsh for the few in the Order's history that defied that rule. He knew all of this, but it didn't change the feeling that gnawed at him whenever he looked at Anakin, and now that feeling was ripping him apart.

Anakin's eyes gazed expectantly into his Master's, waiting for an answer, for a confirmation, for any sign of hope.

"You have to let me go, Anakin. I have to go to the Council," Obi-Wan said softly.

"No one has to know," Anakin whispered. "Just love me back; I swear, I'll never tell anyone. It will be our secret. Please, love me." Anakin was furiously kissing Obi-Wan's shoulders and throat, and he began to slowly grind into him.

Obi-Wan felt like he was suffocating, unable to move or to fight his way out of this abyss. He struggled against the dizzying assault of kisses, but those lips were just too irresistible. He wanted to feel them again, on his mouth, on his cock, everywhere, to get lost in that sweet mouth.

Anakin smiled as he felt Obi-Wan harden beneath him. Despite all his noble and reasonable words, Obi-Wan was unable to ignore what his body wanted, what it ached for. A savage kiss was pressed to Obi-Wan's lips, and he moaned to taste the salt of his own sweat and semen on his apprentice's mouth. Anakin nipped and sucked at his lower lip, his tongue rasping over his Master's beard.

"You have to stop," Obi-Wan mumbled as Anakin's lips traveled down his neck. He wasn't sure if he really meant it or if he only said it out of obligation. It didn't really matter because Anakin did not stop. If he had been able to focus, he would have been able to force the cuffs open or throw Anakin off of him, but his mind was too clouded by lust. His whole body was lost in the sensations sweeping through it.

"No, no more," he continued to whisper as he closed his eyes tightly and wished he was back in the dream where none of this mattered. "Not real," he wished fervently. He shook and pulled at his chains as he felt Anakin rub the tip of his cock against his own straining erection, the torture almost too much to take.

"I've loved you and wanted you for so long Master. Now, you're mine," Anakin repeated, the words sounding much more sinister than the first time he said them.

Obi-Wan felt Anakin's hand slip between their bodies, stroking Obi-Wan, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from his lips. He struggled against the desire, but soon found himself drowning in that kiss again.

"Mine," Anakin whispered when he broke the kiss.

Chained like this, lost in passion, Obi-Wan knew it was true. There was no fighting it. All his darkest fantasies held him captive in this embrace, enslaved by his apprentice's touch.

Anakin's hands moved under Obi-Wan's back, pressing their bodies closer together as the young man's lips attacked his Master's throat. Obi-Wan writhed beneath him, seeking out more contact, loving the feeling of their cocks brushing against each other. Not real he lied to himself over and over. Not real

Obi-Wan felt the icy touch of Anakin's mind inside his, and dark laughter filled his thoughts. He tried to push away the invading presence, but he was overwhelmed by Anakin's arousal as he poured erotic images into his mind. "Tell yourself that it's a dream if you must, but it won't change the fact that I love you, and that I will take what I want," Anakin whispered into his thoughts.

The frightening power that his apprentice possessed sent a chill through him, but his touches sent liquid fire through his veins leaving behind nothing but raw desire. Anakin's wicked caresses began again, torturing him to the brink of control. Obi-Wan closed his eyes tightly trying to lose himself in the sensation, trying to run from reality.

"Look at me, Obi-Wan. I want to see your face, to see those eyes that have haunted me," Anakin demanded. Obi-Wan refused, choosing to remain lost in darkness. "Look at me," he growled, his teeth digging into Obi-Wan's shoulder.

Obi-Wan forced his eyes open to meet Anakin's intense gaze. He was unable to look away even when he felt the trickle of oil over his abdomen and thighs, slick fingers gliding over his cock and slipping into his opening. The caresses stopped, but he could tell by the wild look in Anakin's eyes that he was touching himself, preparing himself. The heated touches were transferred to him again, and he felt his legs being coaxed apart. The skilled fingers teased his shaft and tugged at his balls, causing him to groan through gritted teeth.

Anakin kissed him furiously, leaving him dazed and desperate for more. Obi-Wan lost himself in the blue depths of his Padawan's eyes and saw a strange mixture of hope and hunger, then he was overwhelmed by the pressure of the other man's cock against his entrance. Anakin closed his eyes and moaned as he entered Obi-Wan, lifting his hips to allow him better access.

"So tight, Obi-Wan," Anakin grunted. "So fucking tight." He was gasping for air as he pushed himself deeper. "Am I the first one to be inside you?" he asked, each word a whisper, a possessive smile on his face.

Obi-Wan felt Anakin sinking into him slowly, stretching him, filling him with a burning pressure that was both pleasure and pain. He knew his mouth was open, but he couldn't remember if he had screamed or moaned. He couldn't remember anything but the strange look in Anakin's eyes. They had been so cold and triumphant, but something else was hidden deep within.

Anakin took a deep breath and finally looked into his Master's eyes again, all the ice melting away in that moment. What Obi-Wan saw now was heartbreaking need and vulnerability, and perhaps even unshed tears. Anakin closed his eyes once more and rested his head on Obi-Wan's chest, holding him tightly. Anakin was around him and inside him, so fragile, so terrified of being alone. He finally understood why his apprentice had done this. Obi-Wan thought if his hands had been free he would have wrapped his arms around the boy, and stroked his hair, but if his hands had been free this probably wouldn't have happened.

His body was slowly adjusting to the strange presence within him, and he shuddered when he felt Anakin tense and sink in even deeper. He knew there were parts of this that were so wrong, but it felt so good, so right. "Love me," he heard Anakin whisper against his skin. The words nearly broke his heart. He allowed all of Anakin's need to fill him. He let him into his mind and heart, letting him know that he wasn't alone, that he wanted him too.

Very slowly, Anakin began to move, his whole body shaking. Obi-Wan gave in completely to the feelings that were overloading his senses. He arched up to meet Anakin's thrusts, pressing their bodies closer together, hooking his legs around Anakin's thighs as he picked up the pace. Obi-Wan's head was spinning and every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire. He didn't care about consequences or rules, all he knew was that he wanted more.

Anakin angled his hips so that Obi-Wan's cock brushed against his stomach with every thrust. Obi-Wan writhed and moaned, pulling at the chains on his wrists, not caring about the bruises he was sure to have; he just wanted to get closer.

Anakin leaned over and nibbled on his Master's ear. "Tell me what you want," he whispered as he kissed the sensitive skin of Obi-Wan's neck.

"More," Obi-Wan gasped. "Harder."

Anakin complied, moving faster, grinding their bodies together, madly seeking an ecstasy that was just out of reach. Obi-Wan found it first, crying out, his seed spilling between them, his muscles clenching around Anakin as he thrust wildly the pleasure overtaking him as well. Obi-Wan's body was on overload, feeling the warmth filling him as Anakin collapsed on top of him, breathless and shaking.

Obi-Wan heard a soft click above his head, and his hands were finally free. Aching and exhausted, he wrapped his arms around his shivering apprentice, rocking him gently, all the traces of darkness gone from him. They would deal with that in the morning, and find a solution to all the problems this event caused. For now, they could drift away and maybe dream.