Archive: M_A, anywhere else just ask
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: A/O with hints of Q/O
Categories: POV, Angst
Spoilers: You have seen TPM, right?
Series: The third in 'Night's Secret, Knight's Shame'
Warnings: 1. Due to recent (ongoing?) discussion I feel I must
warn that this story contains A/O. If you don't like
Anakin/Obi-Wan slash, your delete button is there for a reason 2.
This story contains some slightly non-con elements. Think
dysfunctional relationship. 3. This story follows canon. You know
that thing that didn't happen? Well, it happened.
Summery: Takes place about 15 years after TPM. Anakin and Obi-Wan
define their new relationship.
Feedback: Someone's still with me? By all means let me know. Any
and all forms of feedback are appreciated greatly.
Author's Notes: Thanks to Boots for tons off encouragement and
Master Falcona for correction of any and all grammer/spelling
errors. capitalization Also many thanks to everyone who wrote and
told me how much they liked the first two. This is for everyone
who inquired about what happened to a certain disk.
When I awake the next morning, he is gone from my bed. A quick
check tells me the shields I erected last night are still in
place. Feeling along our bond I find him in his bedroom. Yawning,
I get out of bed and stretch. I contemplate going directly in to
talk to him, but decide that a quick shower would probably be in
order.
No less then five minutes later I am standing in my room, pulling
on an older pair of pants. Not bothering to dress any more than
that, I leave to find my Master.
He is in his room, curled up on his bed, but not asleep. I sit
down next to him and gently stroke his back. He tenses up a bit,
but allows the touch. "Obi-Wan?"
"What do you want?" His voice has no emotion, it is
that of a man too far gone to care about life. He turns his face
toward me, and I can just make out the partially dried tears on
his face. Running a finger along the dampness there, for the
first time I feel something that is almost guilt. But not quite.
I consider picking him and moving this to the sitting room, but
I'm not sure how he would react to that. Instead, using every
diplomatic technique I know to encourage trust and project
sincerity, I push him out of bed, across the room, and into the
kitchen. He sits down on a stool and watches me gather some food.
I place breakfast in front of him, and he eats mechanically. That
he eats without my prompting I take to be a good sign. After we
are finished eating we sit in silence for a while before he asks
listlessly, "What now?"
"We continue as we have."
Finally a reaction. His startled eyes briefly meet my own.
"Um... Ani... I, I...I don't think we can."
"Yes we can." My voice is at its most convincing. I
slip around to stand behind him and begin to massage the knots in
his shoulders. He is so very tense. As I work lower I send small
pulses of healing energy both into the knots and the bruises. I
guess I was a little bit enthusiastic last night.
He sighs, and I can almost see his mind trying to fit things
together. "But the Council..."
"Doesn't have to know." I speak quietly, seductively,
my mouth mere inches from his ear. I wrap my arms around him,
pulling him back to my chest. "I'm sure it has been done
before."
With my arms wrapped around him I can feel his reaction to that
statement. He tightens his muscles infinitesimally, then relaxes
into my embrace. I wonder if I have won him over already. Perhaps
this will be easier than I thought.
"They will know Ani." He pauses, as if trying to
convince himself of something. "I'll tell them."
Or perhaps not. "But Master," I can feel him flinch at
the title, "You'll be killed and placed on..."
"No."
"What?" Something is not going according to plan here.
"Yes, I will be killed, but I will not be placed on the list
of Dishonored Jedi. There is more to the Code then is taught to
Padawans. If a Master gives himself up willingly, and his Padawan
is able to be found a new Master, he is granted a quiet, but
honorable death." He turns around slowly within my arms and
looks up at me. "I see now that I have failed you Anakin. I
believe the Council will find you a new master, you are too
powerful for them to let out of their sight. As for me, death
holds no fear."
As he speaks I see that I have miscalculated, but not fatally.
But it is not until his last statement, said with an almost
smile, that I truly realize what's going on. What I see in his
eyes is hope. He wants to die and leave me and become one
with the Force and his precious Qui-Gon. He will be glad to be
rid of me. But he miscalculated too, and I have one more card to
play.
"I don't think you want to do that." I swallow, hopping
that I have not misjudged his devotion to his master. "I
wouldn't want to be forced to put anyone on the List of the
Dishonored."
"I told you, I will not..."
I interrupt him by placing two fingers on his mouth and shaking
my head. "Not you. Qui-Gon."
His face turns white. "No..." he says in a horrified
whisper. "There's no..."
"Proof?" I interrupt. "I beg to differ." I
take a step back and withdraw the disk from the table where I
placed it last night. "All the proof I need to condemn
Qui-Gon is right here."
"No..." His voice is still a whisper. He shakes his
head in denial. "I don't believe you..."
"No?" I grab his arm, yanking him from his seat.
Dragging him roughly out of the kitchen and into the common room,
I throw him down on the couch. I stalk over to the Vid screen and
slam the disk in the slot.
The image that flickers into view is a bit grainy, but there is
no doubt as to who the two men are. I watch the muscles on
Obi-Wan's back ripple as he moves up and down, riding his Master.
Because of the angle of the cam Qui-Gon's face is visible looking
down over Obi-Wan's shoulder, his head thrown back in pleasure.
With the flick of a finger I freeze it there.
Obi-Wan continues to stare at the screen as I kneel down beside
him. Not taking his eyes away from the image he asks, "What
do you want?"
I have to smile at the surrender in his voice. I do not fool
myself into thinking I have won the war, but I have won the
battle. For now that is enough.
"This is what is going to happen. Things will continue on as
if nothing has happened. During the day and in public, I will be
your Padawan. I will act in every manner befitting that position.
This I swear." I pause and flip the screen off, as his eyes
reluctantly meet mine. "But at night, in the privacy of our
quarters, you will be belong to me." As I speak I bring my
hand up, gently brushing it against his cheek. "Do you
understand?"
"Yes." His dull tone is matched by the lack of
expression in his eyes. "Every day I am your Master, every
night I am your whore."
"All you have to do is every night ask me one question. 'Do
you require me tonight.' If I say yes, you will do exactly as I
say, if I say no, you are free to do what ever you wish."
He is still for a moment. For a short moment I am actually afraid
he will say no, but in the end he nods his head in acquiescence.
He stands up and looks down at me. "I'm afraid we'll have to
cancel your morning 'saber lesson Padawan. See if you can find
something useful to do until your first class." And without
another word he turns and walks into his room, shutting the door
behind him.
I get up and return to the kitchen, cleaning up the breakfast
dishes. After looking around to insure that everything is tidy, I
grab the disk and head to my own room. I strip the bed and put on
clean sheet, then lie down, basking in the slight
Force-impression of last night's activities.
It worked. That one thought runs around and around in my mind.
Don't ever underestimate a well-trained Jedi's ability to adapt
to rapidly changing circumstances. I should probably wait a bit
before putting the next bit of my plan into action. Yes, let
everything settle down some.
Stretching, my arms hit the cuffs still attached to the bed
posts. I run my hands over them, feeling the cold metal. I think
I'll leave them there, you never know when I might want to use
them again. My arms drop again to my sides. I close my eyes and
allow myself to think of the many days... and nights... to come.
End?