Archive: M_A, anywhere else just ask
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A/O with hints of Q/O
Categories: POV, Angst, B/D
Spoilers: You have seen TPM, right?
Series: Looks like it. The second 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 non-con elements. 3. This story
follows canon. You know that thing that didn't happen? Well, it
happened.
Summery: Takes place about 15 years after TPM. Obi-Wan's POV of
'Persuasion.'
Feedback: Someone's still with me? By all means let me know. Any
and all forms of feedback are appreciated greatly.
We eat our dinner in silence. I think of this man who is called
my Padawan, and wonder what place I have in his life. If not a
Master, then what? Am I just a teacher to him, or something more?
As my thoughts drift I think back on my own apprenticeship, on my
own Master. In some ways there is little difference from my life
then and now. I still do not control my destiny, I submit to the
wishes of the Council and the Force. That I teach now instead of
being taught does not seem such a large thing to me. Merely a
difference in perspective. A clink of dishes alerts me to
Anakin's rising. I absently murmur my thanks.
It has been over 14 years since Qui-Gon died, and still I miss
him. Sometimes, in the depths of my dreams I can feel him
reaching for me, as though he longs to be with me yet. But always
the day comes, always the dreams end, and my heart is shattered
anew with each breaking of the dawn.
My thoughts are broken as Anakin comes back from clearing our
dishes and sits beside me. I glance up at him, then continue in
my thoughts.
"Obi-Wan." I have not heard my name whispered in that
fashion for longer than I care to remember. And certainly not
from this man beside me. I vaguely feel that something is not
right here, yet nothing concrete occurs to me. He gently runs his
hand along my cheek and to my neck, pulling my head toward his.
That little buzz of warning is growing more insistent now. I turn
my attention to discerning what it is. Before I know it his lips
are on mine, his tongue flits out...
I pull back quickly, shaking my head slowly as if to clear it.
"Anakin! What are you doing?"
"Kissing you." He speaks calmly, as though this were
the most natural thing in the world. Doesn't he know what could
happen to us? In confusion I attempt to stand, to distance
myself, but his grasp holds me there.
"Anakin, listen... we can't... the Code..." No, not
this again. Qui-Gon and I loved each other with purity beyond
compare, yet there was always fear. The fear of being caught, the
fear of punishment, and worst of all, the fear of being
separated. It was worth it, but oh, how hard it was.
"Yes we can." I have started to tremble by now, feeling
confused and vulnerable. I fear there is a missing piece, some
clue I have yet to figure out, some force I am simply not
recognizing. "I erected a Force shield," He stands up,
still with my wrist in his hand, "No one will ever
know." With one swift motion I am in his arms, being carried
to his room. He whispers again in my ear, "No one."
Was that how my words sounded, when I spoke them to my beloved?
Did I sound as though the Dark had swallowed me whole, leaving
only seductive grace behind? A shudder runs though me. Surely
not, Qui-Gon would never have allowed me in his bed if that had
been so. But yet I wonder.
We have reached his room, and he lies me down on his bed. I look
up at him, pleading with out words for I know not what. He
smiles, sitting down gently on the edge of the bed. He reachs out
and undoes my sash, then pushes aside my tunics. As his hand
begins to caress skin I freeze, willing my self to run, hide, do
anything but lie here helpless. He must have felt me tense, for
now he removes his hand. He steps back and efficiently strips
down to his leggings. Having done this he comes back to the bed
and lies down on top of me. Settling himself he goes back to
removing my clothes. Something in me breaks, I must speak.
"Why Anakin?"
He regards me thoughtfully for a minute before replying simply,
"Because I want to." This is not good. He finishes with
my tunics and removes my leggings, shifting his weight and urging
my hips up to get them off. Some part of my brain screams at me
to run, but something is holding me back. I watch him look down
my body, following his gaze with my own. When I see my arousal
things begin to click into place, something is not right here,
oh... "What did you give me?" I manage to ask.
"Nothing much," he informs me with assurance in his
voice. His hands wander down my chest, following the path of his
eyes. By now I am starting to recognize exactly what is going on
now. He drugged me, brought me here, and now... oh Force... he's
going to... "Let me go!" I pull away, hoping against
hope that I am wrong.
"No," is the only reply he gives, and it scares me.
There is something in his eyes, something that has always been
there, but only now is dominating the darkening pupils. I
struggle against him, knowing it is useless but I have to try. It
has been many years since I could beat him in weaponless combat.
He manages to flip me onto my stomach, the worst possible
position to be in. As I continue to struggle he grabs my wrists,
forcing my arms above my head until they are touching the wall.
At the same time his longer legs hook under mine, stilling them
and forcing them apart in one clean movement. I can now feel his
erection digging into me, there is no doubt in his intentions.
I stop my movement, accepting briefly the truth of how thoroughly
I am trapped. "Please, Anakin, don't do this..." I am
begging now, but I don't care. And neither, evidently, does he.
He shifts slightly, then I feel cuffs snap around my wrists. With
his hands now free his slips out of his leggings and settles back
on me, kissing the back of my neck while sliding one hand down my
back, searching...
With one finger resting on my opening he brings his other hand up
and turns my head so he can devour me. As his tongue enters my
mouth he shoves his thumb into me. Any sound I make is blocked by
Anakin's mouth. When he releases my head I let it fall back on to
the pillow with a soft moan. He fumbles for something on his
bedside table, then I feel cool oil being poured into the small
of my back.
I know I make another noise when he pulls out of me, coating his
fingers with oil. No, this can't be happening... two fingers
entering this time, leaving a slightly painful burning sensation.
He twists them, searching until the pleasure begins to over ride
the pain. I think I am making some noise now... but I can't
really tell...
His erection is nudging me now... no... oh force... please... no
one has been there since Qui...no!! I hear something like a
scream, I think it's me, when he pushes inside me, I know I'm
struggling again. /Master, Master! Help!/
But of course there was no reply. Anakin's shields keep all my
cries from leaving our quarters. He is thrusting now, deep inside
me. As he reaches around to stroke me, I go limp. I've lost. By
the time I come there are tears running softly down my cheeks,
barley discernible from the sweat already pooling there. He
thrusts again, and again, then there is the unmistakable
sensation of seed being spilt inside me.
He collapses, bringing me down with him. After a short rest he
releases my wrist and spoons up behind me. My thoughts are in
complete disorder, partly, I suspect, on account of whatever he
used to drug me. He kisses my forehead, then mutters a single
word, "Sleep."
Without any strength or even desire to counter the Suggestion, I
slip thankfully into oblivion. And in my dreams, it is Qui-Gon
that holds me, and I am safe.
End for now.