Summary: Obi-Wan is haunted by recurring dreams that lead him and his apprentice down a frightening path.
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.
*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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Night after night he found himself in the same place, the same feelings haunting him. Alone, in a vast arena, his arms chained above his head, the dull roar of a crowd filling his ears, why was he back here? It had started out just as images, memories of that day on Geonosis, but then things began to change. Sometimes there was a brilliant light blinding him, and other times he saw the faces of those watching him, but he was always alone.

He had expected things to progress as they had on that day, to see Anakin and Padme being led out there and chained as well, but that never happened. He was always standing there facing his accusers alone. But one night, the faces on the dais above him changed; he stood facing the whole Jedi Council, and there was disgust in their eyes. Those were the dreams that he hated the most. They filled him with guilt, that there was something that he had done that was terribly wrong, but he could never figure out what. Then he began to feel hands upon him. On those nights, his cheeks burned with shame, and he awoke drenched in sweat.

He had no idea what any of this meant. He had faced death many times before, and never been plagued by dreams such as these. Even after Qui-Gon's death, he faced nightmares, but he always understood what they were trying to teach him. But these dreams, it was as if they came from someplace outside of him. There was some dark beast lurking in the shadows of that arena, and it was not some slobbering creature. It was something far deadlier.

Things felt different tonight, the air around him was electric, and he was blinded by something bright and ominous. He leaned back against the pillar waiting to see what his mind would conjure up this evening. His hands were numb and his arms ached from being suspended above his head, but he remained alert. The odd thing was that he knew he was dreaming, and that knowledge should have allowed him to control the outcome or at least to wake up when he wished, but that didn't seem to be how it worked. He truly was trapped, in both mind and body.

The mysterious phantom hands began to trail over his face and neck, and he struggled to get away from them, but they continued down his chest. His eyes cleared, and he saw that he was completely alone in the arena, no crowd, no onlookers in the box in front of him. The hands were gone too. He closed his eyes and tried to will his bonds away, will himself to wake, but he failed.

Soft laughter began to echo in the arena, and there was something terribly familiar about it. The same familiar anxiety began to rises in his throat as he franticly looked about. "Whatever you're planning, you won't get away with it," he heard himself say hoarsely.

"I already have," the voice laughed. "You are exactly where I want you now."

There was something about that voice. It sent chills through him and guilt.

"Where I have always wanted you," it continued. "Master..."

Then he entered, like a cold wind, stirring the sand around him in little whirlwinds. He was bare-chested, wearing only tight black leather pants and boots, his lightsaber hung at his hip. Obi-Wan watched it swing as he walked, his gaze uncomfortably drawn to that region, unable to look away.

"Anakin, get me out of here. Help me with these chains," Obi-Wan asked squirming in his bonds. For a moment he felt relieved to see his Padawan, but the look in the young man's eyes quickly changed that relief to something approaching fear.

"Why would I want to do that?" Anakin taunted. "I've always wanted to see you like this."

"What are you talking about? Let me go right now, Anakin," Obi-Wan demanded.

Anakin stood watching his Master, a wicked smile on his lips. With horror, Obi-Wan realized how much his young apprentice seemed to be enjoying his predicament; it was clear by the desire in the other man's cool blue eyes.

"You truly look quite delectable chained up like that Master," Anakin purred as he began to rub at his crotch through the leather of his pants.

Obi-Wan's mouth hung open. He was at a loss. There were no words for what was happening before his eyes, or in his mind, he had to remind himself. It's only a dream he repeated. But what could have brought on something like this? If it really was a dream then this represented some dark desire of his that he had yet to discover. If it wasn't a dream, that possibility was just too disturbing to consider.

Obi-Wan watched stunned as Anakin slinked closer, a swagger in his hips. He almost felt as if he was being crushed under the weight of his apprentice's intense gaze. Anakin's eyes were boring into his, stripping his soul bare. "Don't tell me you don't want this too," Anakin said, his voice tinged with the influence of the Force. The words slipped into Obi-Wan's mind sending a ripple of desire through him.

The blue of Anakin's eyes was icy cold as he drew closer to his master, close enough to touch him. The hunger in that gaze was frightening.

Anakin reached out to touch him, his hand running over the soft fabric of Obi-Wan's tunics. His cheeks flushed as he recognized Anakin's caress as the phantom touch from his dreams. Those hands had known all the places that he liked to be touched, but he could never have imagined those hands belonging to his apprentice.

Anakin was becoming bolder, undoing his belt and opening his tunics. The feeling of the other man's smooth chest against his caused Obi-Wan to shudder. He was being pressed into the stone of the pillar that he was bound to, and Anakin's hands came up to hold his face immobile as well.

When his apprentice moved in to kiss him he struggled, trying to turn away, but after a few moments he found himself lost in the sensation, eagerly returning the kiss. The boy's mouth was like heaven. His lips were so soft, yet demanding, and Obi-Wan found himself opening to him allowing the young man's tongue to plunder his mouth.

His desire had overtaken him, and Obi-Wan felt betrayed by his own body. He could hardly believe that he was capable of conjuring up images and sensations such as these, and he couldn't have imagined his Padawan behaving this way.

This is just a dream. It's all within me he reminded himself again. This isn't really Anakin. He doesn't want me this way. He couldn't. It wasn't a very comforting thought though. What was his subconscious trying to tell him?

All of these thoughts raced through his head as his apprentice mercilessly ravaged his mouth. The savage kiss finally ended, and it left his lips bruised and electrified. Anakin looked very pleased with himself as he licked his own lips.

"You can't stop me Master, and I don't think you want me to stop anyway. I will have you," Anakin said seductively. He trailed his hands up and down Obi-Wan's chest and thighs, grinding against him. He sucked on one of his own fingers suggestively. Obi-Wan found himself unable to look away as he let it slip out of his mouth and slid his hand around his back to pull him closer.

"First, I'm going to make you come," Anakin purred as he pressed his wet finger against the entrance to Obi-Wan's body.

Obi-Wan bit his lip, but the grunt he was trying to suppress escaped his throat as he felt himself being penetrated. Anakin had a devious look on his face as he worked his finger into Obi-Wan, enjoying the warring emotions within his mentor.

His voice sounded dark with lust when he spoke again. "Then, Obi-Wan, I'm going to fuck you until you feel like you're splitting in two." He ground himself against Obi-Wan's thigh with each word.

Obi-Wan slammed his head back against the pillar trying to shake himself awake, trying to clear these dark thoughts from his psyche. His Padawan's words sickened him, but his body was still responding to them, his arousal growing with each passing moment.

He felt Anakin's mouth on his again, and he surrendered to the kiss in spite of himself. The kisses trailed down his neck, and when he felt teeth grazing his nipple, he let out a groan. "Anakin, please," he said, but he wasn't sure if he meant "please, stop" or "please, more". When his apprentice's hand moved to free his straining erection, he decided that it was definitely the latter that he wanted.

None of this is real Obi-Wan told himself. It won't harm anyone He could hardly believe the thoughts or sensations that were running through him. He groaned as the slow deliberate stroking began. Anakin smiled triumphantly against his chest and bit down hard on the nipple in his mouth. He was rewarded with a moan of surrender from his Master.

"Do you want me to stop, Master?" Anakin asked, pulling his mouth away from Obi-Wan's chest. "I'll stop, if that is what you want."

Obi-Wan had the feeling that that was a lie, but it didn't matter because stopping was the last thing he wanted him to do. "No, don't stop," he said breathlessly.

Anakin's mouth slipped down Obi-Wan's stomach, and he knelt before him; he looked up the line of Obi-wan's body, meeting his eyes unyieldingly.

Obi-Wan could not tear his eyes away as he watched Anakin take his cock into his mouth. The first velvety touch of those lips was nearly enough to undo him. He felt like he was falling, darkness surrounding him. He couldn't go back from this, neither of them could.

Anakin swirled his tongue around the tip of Obi-Wan's shaft, making his knees give out. Now he was only supported by the shackles around his wrists and Anakin's strong hands beneath his buttocks. Anakin squeezed and kneaded those firm globes of flesh as his tongue glided up and down Obi-Wan's length in long, slow licks.

Obi-Wan desperately fought the urge to cry out. His pride would not allow it. He struggled against his bonds and against the pleasure that was threatening to tear him apart. The delicate flicking movements of his apprentice's tongue on the sensitive skin of his balls left him shaking and breathing so hard he was nearly hyperventilating. When he looked down at Anakin, the young man's eyes reflected a desire that was overwhelming and unsettling. He was being devoured, body and soul, and he was beyond caring. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up, not anymore.

The warm, wet lips surrounded him again, sucking hard, and Obi-Wan growled deep in his throat. A moment later, Anakin cruelly took his lips away, leaving Obi-Wan quivering and lost without the contact.

"Do you want me to stop?" Anakin asked; he was nearly glowing with the power that his position had given him.

"No," Obi-Wan said, his voice nearly a sob. "Please, no."

Anakin laughed darkly to hear his Master beg, then he gave him what he wanted, moving his lips in a slow, precise torture building, speeding up and then pulling back. Obi-Wan felt his orgasm just out of his reach, so close, so many times, but Anakin had complete control, teasing him, almost as if he was waiting for something.

Obi-Wan threw his head back and pulled at the chains that held him as he felt the lips tightening around his shaft and a slender finger working its way inside him. He thrust uncontrollably into the waiting mouth, each movement causing deeper penetration. In spite of all his attempts at control, he let out a hoarse cry, his climax descending upon him fast, his pulse pounding in his ears.

"Anakin!" he screamed, at last, as he exploded into his lover's mouth.

Obi-Wan's eyes flew open, and he gasped for air. He was in his room again, but he was still bound, his hands tied to the headboard, Anakin's lips still working franticly.

Even if he had been able to speak, he was too stunned to know what to say, and a chill ran down his spine. A dream was one thing, this was real, and there would be consequences.

Anakin lifted his head and licked his swollen lips. There was love shining in his eyes, but something else as well. Something Obi-Wan couldn't quite recognize, something dark and possessive.

"I hope you enjoyed your dream, Master, but I'm not done with you yet," Anakin said as he smiled wickedly.