FIC: So Special (4/6)
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aislinn_veedorTitle: So Special
Author: Vee017
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's all George's.
Spoilers: None.
Setting: Pre-AOTC. Anakin is about 18.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Anakin attempts to find out what everyone goes gaga over his Master for and makes some discoveries on his own. ObiAni slash
Title: So Special
Author: Vee017
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's all George's.
Spoilers: None.
Setting: Pre-AOTC. Anakin is about 18.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Anakin attempts to find out what everyone goes gaga over his Master for and makes some discoveries on his own. ObiAni slash
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Anakin Skywalker had never been more embarrassed in his entire life.
Not even when he had tripped over Master Yoda in front of Master Windu when he had been twelve years old and soaking wet because some idiot whose name rhymed with Berus stole his clothes and towel while he had been swimming in the Room of A Thousand Fountains. Technically though, now that he thought about it, that could have been construed as Obi-Wan's fault too. The only reason he had been in the water was to brush up on his swimming lessons to impress Obi-Wan.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
Had he always been obsessed with his Master? And only now just starting to realize it?
Anakin stopped in the hallway and slammed his foot repeatedly against the ground trying to relieve some immediate tension. It may not have been dignified for a Senior Padawan to be seen stomping his foot in the halls like a youngling, but he had his reasons. Anyone walking by could go jump off one of the towers.
He huffed and continued walking to the training salles. The droids there were always good for burning off access steam and it would hopefully drain him of all feeling, leaving him pleasantly numb and too tired to even remember what he had been so embarrassed about anyway.
Stupid Obi-Wan.
This was his fault.
And Qui-Gon's.
He was, after all, the one who had introduced them in the first place!
But in all probability, he was quite sure that Qui-Gon didn't think that the cute little slave boy he pulled off of Tatooine was going to be having sexual fanatsies about his former Padawan once he came of age.
Most definitely not.
He bet Obi-Wan never thought of Qui-Gon that way... His feet skidded to a halt.
Obi-Wan...surely didn't...right? Qui-Gon had been like really old and stuff. And...surely...Anakin whined. If there was even any smidgen of truth to what his unrequited love induced thoughts, or paranoid delusions, were whispering, then it would mark the first time he had ever been jealous of Qui-Gon Jinn. Whether or not he had had something that Anakin was desperately starting to want, Obi-Wan was his.
That's all there was to it. Obi-Wan belonged to Anakin and no one else. Living or dead.
Anakin looked down the hall and instead of going to the salles, he changed his direction, suddenly feeling quite subdued. He didn't feel like fighting anymore. He just wanted to sulk alone.
After walking what felt like hours, he found himself wandering into the Temple gardens. Dark trees sprung up high from the tenderly cultivated soil and the smell of fresh cut grass and exotic flowers wafted around him, blanketing Anakin in a comforting cocoon. He finally settled himself beside a small stream that ran through the gardens and sat cross-legged beside it, listening to its soft trickling trying to bring him some form of relaxation.
At least there was one good thing that had come out of his conversation with Obi-Wan today. His Master would finally stop pushing him to talk about things. At least for a while anyway. Maybe next time he'd even think twice before digging. When it was a nightmare, Anakin did appreciate Obi-Wan taking the time to actually listen to him. It seemed like one of the only times he really did. It was like...there was always a space between them and sometimes the gap was wider than it usually was. It was usually fleeting, underlying, but it was there. As much as Anakin liked to ignore it, he still couldn't pinpoint what the problem was and thinking about it depressed him.
Maybe Obi-Wan was trying to distance himself from him. Maybe his admission just a little while ago had tipped Obi-Wan off as to how his Padawan felt about him and now he was going to be even more uncomfortable around Anakin than before.
Anakin laughed mirthlessly. Even if he was completely wrong, again, Obi-Wan was probably nearly as embarrassed as he was. Try as he might, Anakin just couldn't picture Obi-Wan having nocturnal emissions, let alone having anything like sex. He was just so...pristine. So perfectly Jedi. His first instinct would probably be to meditate away the offending naughty thought.
He probably didn't even masturbate. Anakin's face started to heat, just the thought was enough to illicit images of a naked Obi-Wan sprawled out wantonly, hand trailing down his stomach to wrap around his hard...
Anakin shifted uncomfortably. Thoughts like that were not productive, they only served to make him...uncomfortable.
Whining, he hung his head in his hands and groaned.
Why now? Why did his brain have to start taking his want for Obi-Wan to a whole new level? Why couldn't he just go back to having sporadic dreams about him and pushing them away as nothing.
Because Obi-Wan was something that wasn't allowed. And unless it was comfort from a nightmare, something he couldn't touch.
Obi-Wan was unreachable. And he always would be.
The threat of tears stung at his eyes and he blinked rapidly to chase them away. He would not cry over something out of his control. Jedi didn't do that. Especially not for the reasons he had.
So why now? Why did this have to all spiral out now?
I never should have kissed him...
Anakin sniffed. That's when his problems started. When he had shifted from being jealous of Obi-Wan to being jealous of the people around Obi-Wan. Anakin was his Padawan. And he should have been the centre of Obi-Wan's world. Like Obi-Wan was the centre of his.
Just the memory of gently tracing his Master's lips with his own made his body react again. The rough contrast of his beard against Anakin's own smooth face.
He groaned and took a meditative position. He would calm himself through meditation like he was taught to, give his tensions to the Force, instead of touching himself like he wanted to.
'There is no emotion, there is peace.'
Calming breaths, a clear mind, open to the Force.
There is no emotion.
No emotion.
No...empty, bleak, frustrating...
Anakin hit the ground angrily. He could never meditate properly. He was too...emotional. The only times he had ever achieved it peacefully and fully was when Obi-Wan was with him, guiding him.
But now all he was doing was spreading himself in Anakin's mind. He groaned and fumbled with his belt. Fuck meditation. He'd 'meditate' in his own way.
Sending out a tendril of Force, Anakin confirmed that he was indeed alone before pushing aside his robes and loosening his trousers, to pull out his hardened length.
He ran his hand along it reverently. His thumb tracing the tip. Anakin had always liked his penis, it had exceeded his expectations really. The one good thing about communal showers in the changing rooms was that he got to see Obi-Wan naked. Even now he could see the water as it trailed lovingly down his skin, through the splay of hair that decorated his chest. Anakin had always been curious as to what that would feel like.
There had usually been a few other Jedi showering as well, and Anakin would sneak short peeks their way as well as to Obi-Wan. He remembered wondering if his penis would ever be like his Master's, because at the time his own hadn't been very impressive.
The memory changed, with Obi-Wan still under the running water, only now Anakin was older, he could see himself standing behind Obi-Wan and lowering his head to run his tongue over his Master's shoulder.
Anakin's hand sped up as his fantasy self ran his hands over the Obi-Wan in his mind, biting and licking, pushing Obi-Wan against the wall, fingers sliding inside of him.
Anakin spit into his hand and returned it to pumping his cock, his fingers trailing the veins beneath it. A sharp bump to his testicles and his hips thrust up.
His other hand descended to cup his balls, massaging and squeezing in time to the action of his hand above.
He worked himself harder as the him in his dream thrust inside of Obi-Wan and pumped into him hard against the wall. Their heads thrown back in ecstacy as tight muscle clamped around him.
He bit his lip as his hand moved lower, he needed more. Something else. His fingers gently brushed the skin beneath his sac as he moved to trace the rippled flesh. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he sucked them quickly before returning them below and pushing one through his entrance. The second followed soon after, thrusting in and out. Anakin gasped and jerked as he touched something. Trying to concentrate he ran his fingers over the spot again and groaned deeply.
Good. So good.
"Ma-ster..."
Stars darted behind his eyes as he threw his head back and stiffened. Come spilt over his hand and onto the ground as he leaned over and tried to recover from his lack of oxygen. A single whispered word was panted out between harsh gasps for air.
"Obi-Wan..."
The images in his mind retracted back into the depths, leaving him with nothing but a hollow in the pit of his stomach.
Next Chapter
>>>
A/N: So here's a wee thing for all of you lovely reviewers. My next and last Final is on Monday. I still have another fic for another fandom that I should probably be working on too. But the boys are cooperating and the het couple is on vacation. *pets the Jedi*
Hope Ani's little 'solo mission' was okay. It took a while before I was kinda happy with it. Cut a little part at the end but I liked it so much it'll start Anakin's POV off in the next chapter I'm thinking.
Author: Vee017
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's all George's.
Spoilers: None.
Setting: Pre-AOTC. Anakin is about 18.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Anakin attempts to find out what everyone goes gaga over his Master for and makes some discoveries on his own. ObiAni slash
Title: So Special
Author: Vee017
Disclaimer: Not mine, it's all George's.
Spoilers: None.
Setting: Pre-AOTC. Anakin is about 18.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Anakin attempts to find out what everyone goes gaga over his Master for and makes some discoveries on his own. ObiAni slash
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Anakin Skywalker had never been more embarrassed in his entire life.
Not even when he had tripped over Master Yoda in front of Master Windu when he had been twelve years old and soaking wet because some idiot whose name rhymed with Berus stole his clothes and towel while he had been swimming in the Room of A Thousand Fountains. Technically though, now that he thought about it, that could have been construed as Obi-Wan's fault too. The only reason he had been in the water was to brush up on his swimming lessons to impress Obi-Wan.
Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.
Had he always been obsessed with his Master? And only now just starting to realize it?
Anakin stopped in the hallway and slammed his foot repeatedly against the ground trying to relieve some immediate tension. It may not have been dignified for a Senior Padawan to be seen stomping his foot in the halls like a youngling, but he had his reasons. Anyone walking by could go jump off one of the towers.
He huffed and continued walking to the training salles. The droids there were always good for burning off access steam and it would hopefully drain him of all feeling, leaving him pleasantly numb and too tired to even remember what he had been so embarrassed about anyway.
Stupid Obi-Wan.
This was his fault.
And Qui-Gon's.
He was, after all, the one who had introduced them in the first place!
But in all probability, he was quite sure that Qui-Gon didn't think that the cute little slave boy he pulled off of Tatooine was going to be having sexual fanatsies about his former Padawan once he came of age.
Most definitely not.
He bet Obi-Wan never thought of Qui-Gon that way... His feet skidded to a halt.
Obi-Wan...surely didn't...right? Qui-Gon had been like really old and stuff. And...surely...Anakin whined. If there was even any smidgen of truth to what his unrequited love induced thoughts, or paranoid delusions, were whispering, then it would mark the first time he had ever been jealous of Qui-Gon Jinn. Whether or not he had had something that Anakin was desperately starting to want, Obi-Wan was his.
That's all there was to it. Obi-Wan belonged to Anakin and no one else. Living or dead.
Anakin looked down the hall and instead of going to the salles, he changed his direction, suddenly feeling quite subdued. He didn't feel like fighting anymore. He just wanted to sulk alone.
After walking what felt like hours, he found himself wandering into the Temple gardens. Dark trees sprung up high from the tenderly cultivated soil and the smell of fresh cut grass and exotic flowers wafted around him, blanketing Anakin in a comforting cocoon. He finally settled himself beside a small stream that ran through the gardens and sat cross-legged beside it, listening to its soft trickling trying to bring him some form of relaxation.
At least there was one good thing that had come out of his conversation with Obi-Wan today. His Master would finally stop pushing him to talk about things. At least for a while anyway. Maybe next time he'd even think twice before digging. When it was a nightmare, Anakin did appreciate Obi-Wan taking the time to actually listen to him. It seemed like one of the only times he really did. It was like...there was always a space between them and sometimes the gap was wider than it usually was. It was usually fleeting, underlying, but it was there. As much as Anakin liked to ignore it, he still couldn't pinpoint what the problem was and thinking about it depressed him.
Maybe Obi-Wan was trying to distance himself from him. Maybe his admission just a little while ago had tipped Obi-Wan off as to how his Padawan felt about him and now he was going to be even more uncomfortable around Anakin than before.
Anakin laughed mirthlessly. Even if he was completely wrong, again, Obi-Wan was probably nearly as embarrassed as he was. Try as he might, Anakin just couldn't picture Obi-Wan having nocturnal emissions, let alone having anything like sex. He was just so...pristine. So perfectly Jedi. His first instinct would probably be to meditate away the offending naughty thought.
He probably didn't even masturbate. Anakin's face started to heat, just the thought was enough to illicit images of a naked Obi-Wan sprawled out wantonly, hand trailing down his stomach to wrap around his hard...
Anakin shifted uncomfortably. Thoughts like that were not productive, they only served to make him...uncomfortable.
Whining, he hung his head in his hands and groaned.
Why now? Why did his brain have to start taking his want for Obi-Wan to a whole new level? Why couldn't he just go back to having sporadic dreams about him and pushing them away as nothing.
Because Obi-Wan was something that wasn't allowed. And unless it was comfort from a nightmare, something he couldn't touch.
Obi-Wan was unreachable. And he always would be.
The threat of tears stung at his eyes and he blinked rapidly to chase them away. He would not cry over something out of his control. Jedi didn't do that. Especially not for the reasons he had.
So why now? Why did this have to all spiral out now?
I never should have kissed him...
Anakin sniffed. That's when his problems started. When he had shifted from being jealous of Obi-Wan to being jealous of the people around Obi-Wan. Anakin was his Padawan. And he should have been the centre of Obi-Wan's world. Like Obi-Wan was the centre of his.
Just the memory of gently tracing his Master's lips with his own made his body react again. The rough contrast of his beard against Anakin's own smooth face.
He groaned and took a meditative position. He would calm himself through meditation like he was taught to, give his tensions to the Force, instead of touching himself like he wanted to.
'There is no emotion, there is peace.'
Calming breaths, a clear mind, open to the Force.
There is no emotion.
No emotion.
No...empty, bleak, frustrating...
Anakin hit the ground angrily. He could never meditate properly. He was too...emotional. The only times he had ever achieved it peacefully and fully was when Obi-Wan was with him, guiding him.
But now all he was doing was spreading himself in Anakin's mind. He groaned and fumbled with his belt. Fuck meditation. He'd 'meditate' in his own way.
Sending out a tendril of Force, Anakin confirmed that he was indeed alone before pushing aside his robes and loosening his trousers, to pull out his hardened length.
He ran his hand along it reverently. His thumb tracing the tip. Anakin had always liked his penis, it had exceeded his expectations really. The one good thing about communal showers in the changing rooms was that he got to see Obi-Wan naked. Even now he could see the water as it trailed lovingly down his skin, through the splay of hair that decorated his chest. Anakin had always been curious as to what that would feel like.
There had usually been a few other Jedi showering as well, and Anakin would sneak short peeks their way as well as to Obi-Wan. He remembered wondering if his penis would ever be like his Master's, because at the time his own hadn't been very impressive.
The memory changed, with Obi-Wan still under the running water, only now Anakin was older, he could see himself standing behind Obi-Wan and lowering his head to run his tongue over his Master's shoulder.
Anakin's hand sped up as his fantasy self ran his hands over the Obi-Wan in his mind, biting and licking, pushing Obi-Wan against the wall, fingers sliding inside of him.
Anakin spit into his hand and returned it to pumping his cock, his fingers trailing the veins beneath it. A sharp bump to his testicles and his hips thrust up.
His other hand descended to cup his balls, massaging and squeezing in time to the action of his hand above.
He worked himself harder as the him in his dream thrust inside of Obi-Wan and pumped into him hard against the wall. Their heads thrown back in ecstacy as tight muscle clamped around him.
He bit his lip as his hand moved lower, he needed more. Something else. His fingers gently brushed the skin beneath his sac as he moved to trace the rippled flesh. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he sucked them quickly before returning them below and pushing one through his entrance. The second followed soon after, thrusting in and out. Anakin gasped and jerked as he touched something. Trying to concentrate he ran his fingers over the spot again and groaned deeply.
Good. So good.
"Ma-ster..."
Stars darted behind his eyes as he threw his head back and stiffened. Come spilt over his hand and onto the ground as he leaned over and tried to recover from his lack of oxygen. A single whispered word was panted out between harsh gasps for air.
"Obi-Wan..."
The images in his mind retracted back into the depths, leaving him with nothing but a hollow in the pit of his stomach.
Next Chapter
>>>
A/N: So here's a wee thing for all of you lovely reviewers. My next and last Final is on Monday. I still have another fic for another fandom that I should probably be working on too. But the boys are cooperating and the het couple is on vacation. *pets the Jedi*
Hope Ani's little 'solo mission' was okay. It took a while before I was kinda happy with it. Cut a little part at the end but I liked it so much it'll start Anakin's POV off in the next chapter I'm thinking.
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Date: 2005-12-16 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-16 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-16 11:02 pm (UTC)Ok I just about died. That is just so totally Anakin. I loved it. I couldn't stop laughing. And then him wanking in the Jedi garden, hee. Ani thinking that Qui-Gon was too old for Obi-wan, and him not even thinking that could apply to his situation at all.
Oooh and possessive Anakin, hot. I'm thinking the only thing hotter would be Obi-wan being possessive. Mrrrow.
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Date: 2005-12-17 12:59 am (UTC)great idea you have there, please keep it going. :D
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Date: 2005-12-17 07:33 am (UTC)Awesome Chapter
Date: 2005-12-17 11:27 am (UTC)*Hugs*
Steph
Yay for private lightsabre tuning!
Date: 2005-12-17 02:39 pm (UTC)I swear, just when I think nothing can make me blush anymore...
THANK YOU for this! Need to get a long cool drink now! WOW!
TempleMistress
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Date: 2005-12-18 11:09 am (UTC)Was I allowed to read that? I'm fucking 18! But was I allowed to read that!
Wow! That was so...so...so... yeah. Bloody fucking amazing. Whoever said it was kinky was right.
Great great GREAT job.
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Date: 2005-12-18 04:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-18 06:25 pm (UTC)Now if only we could get Obi to join in with this lightsabre practice, hmm?? <--- Meaning that X can't wait for the next chappie!
xxXtine!
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Date: 2005-12-20 01:49 am (UTC)