MASTER AND LOVER

MY MASTER

Author: by Ilaria
Timeframe: TPM-ROTS, AU
Characters: Obi-Wan, Anakin
Genre: romance
Rating: NC-17; this is a SLASH story, which means = there is a romantic/sexual relationship between two characters of the same sex. DO NOT READ if this sort of things bothers you.
Summary: Anakin's thoughts and feelings for his master as he grows up, as a= man and a Jedi, in a slightly different AU.
Author's note: Anakin's fans will probably hate me for what I did to him in this story, but my passion for ancient history influenced me, and this kind= of treatment was often applied to young comely slave boys in Persia, and, in general, in Middle East. There are several historical characters that were submitted to this treatment as young boys; the first names coming to my mind are Bagoas, one of Alexander the Great's favourites, and General Narses, the great Byzan= tine military leader.

I cannot say that I was very impressed when I saw = my Master for the first time.

In my eyes of nine-year-old boy he could not compa= re with the tall, mighty Qui-Gon, the man who had = freed me from slavery. Nor could he compare with the beautiful, gentle Padmé, or the many wonders of the Nubian ship = that we were on.

He was just a young man with kind, friendly eyes, = a Jedi apprentice just like I longed to be one day.

We did not exchange a single word during our trip = from Tatooine to Coruscant after Qui-Gon had introduced us, and his silence was = such that I almost forgot he was on board.

I suppose it was not too surprising. There was a sixteen-year gap between us, and I was more interested in following Qui-Gon everywhere or talking with the pilots than I was = in the taciturn man that would soon become the most important person in my life.

&sec= t;

A few days after our first meeting, Qui-Gon was killed on Naboo. = I had known him for just a short time, and yet he had managed to become like a fa= ther for me. Thus, his death was a terrible blow to me.

As I watched the flames consume his body, I thought that all my dreams had ended with him. I would never become a Jedi. I would never explore the galaxy. I would never free my mother from slavery. I still remember my desperation when I turned my tear-streaked face toward the hood= ed figure at my side.

“He is one with the Force, Anakin ... you mu= st let go,” Obi-Wan said to me. But his voice wavered, and I got the impress= ion that he was trying to convince himself along with me.

“What will happen to me now?” I asked, my voice small.

“I am your Master now. You will become a Jed= i, I promise.” He looked at me and I remember that his eyes were filled wi= th resolution and sincerity.

My heart rejoiced at those words, as I thought that the Council had changed their minds about me and decided that I could join = the Jedi Order.

I was not aware, on that sad evening, that things = were not as I believed them to be. I had no idea of how much my training would c= ost my Master, and me.

&sec= t;

I discovered the truth as soon as we travelled bac= k to the Jedi = Temple on Cor= uscant.

During the trip from Naboo I had sensed great tension between Obi-Wan and the Jedi Masters that had come= to attend Qui-Gon’s funeral. I did not pay m= uch attention to them as I spent all my time with my Master, learning my first lessons about the Force.

Once at the Temple, Obi-Wan lost no time revealing to me the truth about my, or rather our situation. He told me before he created the bond that would tie our minds during my training, because he wanted no secrets between us.

The ugly reality was the Council had not authorize= d my training. They were against it, because they thought I was too old and too emotionally scarred to learn the ways of the Force. They had ordered Obi-Wa= n to bring me back on Tatooine and leave me there, b= ut he had refused.

As the stubborn young man I have often thought him= to be, he had defied the Council by saying that he would train me even without their consent.

When he told me this, he fully admitted that he wa= s so insistent because he had promised the dying Qui-Gon to train me. However he also said he was doing it for me too, for he though= t I had a great gift and I deserved more than waste my life on Tatooine.

Whatever the case, Obi-Wan was willing to risk very much for me, which was something that only my mother had ever done before.<= o:p>

I think that was the moment that I started loving = my Master-- an affection that would evolve along the years and whose strength would increase to encompass all the various meanings given to the word “love”.

&sec= t;

The Council did not take Obi-= Wan’s defiance well and got to the point of claiming that I could not stay in the= Temple because th= e Jedi laws forbade to non-Jedi to live there.

I burst in tears when I was informed, but my Master reassured me. He knelt in front of me and taking me by the shoulders he solemnly said, “Don’t worry, Anakin, I will find a solution.= 221;

And he found it, even if it was far from perfect.<= o:p>

It turned out that according to Tatooine’s laws I was still a slave and Obi-Wan was my new owner.

When Qui-Gon had won m= e in a bet with Watto, the Toydar= ian had handed him my ownership papers, which in turn had been transferred to Obi-Wan, because his late master had left a will naming his Padawan as his heir.

“You see,” Obi-Wan explained, “T= he Republic’s laws respect the contracts signed on non-member planets, so you really belong to me. I hate the mere idea of it, Anakin, and my first impulse was to write a new deal stating that I granted your freedom, but th= en I thought that this could be useful.”

“How?”

“Because I have been checking all the Order rules and there is nothing claiming Jedi cannot own and keep slaves, probab= ly because such idea is so foreign to our mentality nobody ever thought to cre= ate a rule about it. Whatever the case, the Council cannot make you to leave th= e Temple because yo= u are my private possession, at least by law. Thus I will be able to keep you near me and train you, but only if you agree with this line of action. I am willing= to bear the disapproval my actions bring, but you too will have to cope with a situation that will prove everything but easy. It is upon you to decide if = you are willing to pose as my slave in order to be trained. I will not force yo= u to if you don’t want to do it.”

It was not an easy decision to take. I was not mer= ely going to pose as Obi-Wan’s slave; I was a slave. Still. Everybody in the Temple would know that if we proceeded on this path, and I was afraid of how they would treat me. However, my desire to become a Jedi or at least learn how to use the Force won over my concerns.

“Yes,” I finally said to Obi-Wan. R= 20;I will do it.”

He smiled gently. “Good. I promise you I wil= l do everything I can to not make this situation too hard for you.”

I shyly smiled back at him, my heart full of a tru= st I had never known before.

And so Obi-Wan became my Master in every sense of = the word. He was my teacher and my owner, but I never resented him for it, for = he never abused his position and I knew he disliked our situation as much as I did.

&sec= t;

The following years were not easy for either of us= .

My Master was met by disapproving glances every ti= me he entered a common room in the Jedi Temple, for every b= ody knew that he had defied the Council and owned a slave.

Obi-Wan had always been a dutiful, obedient Jedi – and he still was – but his one and only defiance of the Council’s will was like a stain that he could not clean, no matter how dedicated he was to his duty and the Order.

My Master has always excelled as a warrior, but his true skills are as diplomat. He has always possessed an endless patience an= d a deep understanding, and his mediating abilities made him a famous and sought after negotiator. Every time there was some difficult to settle dispute, the involved parties would require Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi’s help and = the Council could not do anything but bend to their wishes and send my Master.<= o:p>

This meant we were often away from the Temple and the co= ldness surrounding us, for of course he took me with him every time he was sent on mission.

In truth my life at the Temple was not that bad, but I felt very lonely. I missed my mother very much, and since I was not recognized as a <= span class=3DSpellE>Padawan Learner, I could not attend the classes with = the other apprentices of my age. My Master had to ask some of the class teacher= s to give me private lessons and he had to give me outside tutors when the Jedi refused to help us.

I was never treated badly or insulted. Nobody ever called me ‘slave’ or ordered me around. They were gentle if I needed help locating something, but nobody ever asked me how I felt, asked = if I was all right or ever tried to start a conversation with me. Basically they ignored me, but once or twice I caught pity in some Jedi’s eyes. I th= ink they believed that I was a victim of Obi-Wan’s stubbornness and defiance.

Had I had a lesser master, I would have certainly resented the Order for their treatment of us, but Obi-Wan was a great teach= er and I soon learned how to control and release to the Force my negative emotions.

However, he was not able to teach me how to banish other emotions-- those considered positive by normal people, but still forbidden to Jedi -- and my love and attachment to my Master continued to g= rew as I came to know him better and to understand what a wonderful man he was.=

While on missions, I often overheard people commen= ting on how emotionless and cold my Master was, but I knew that they were comple= tely wrong.

Obi-Wan has always been a kind, warm, affectionate being that was gentle and compassionate with everybody. But he was also shy= and reserved, unwilling to reveal much of himself. The continuous disapproval o= f the Council also led him to strengthen his shields and tighten his control over= his emotions, but his eyes often betrayed him and his inner pain.

He was hurt by the Council’s decision not to forgive him, and by the cold behaviour of the persons he had considered friends, young Jedi he had known since he was a child and who should have, = at least, tried to be more understanding with him.

As time passed and I grew up, I became his best fr= iend –- as he was mine –- and probably the only person able to glimp= se the real Obi-Wan.

We did everything together: talked, trained, studi= ed, played, ate, watched the holovid movies, laughe= d, travelled, sparred ... always the two of us, always together.

He was my world and, I dare say, I was his.

&sec= t;

The relationship between us changed, and not for t= he best, when I was about sixteen.

It was then that Obi-Wan become more guarded about displaying his emotions around me, and he also became a more demanding teac= her. It was like he had decided that I was no longer a child and it was the time= he stopped showing me too much affection-- as if he wished to transform me into the emotionless Jedi I so despised. He told me that we were too emotionally dependant from each other, that it went against the Code, and that it had to stop, because he still harboured the hope one day the Council would let me = join the Jedi ranks. But in order for that to happen, I had to behave as the per= fect apprentice.

I accepted his decision because he was my Master a= nd ultimately wished to do what he thought was best for me, but it broke my he= art. For at about at the same time, I realized that my feelings for Obi-Wan had taken an unexpected turn.

So far I had looked at him like a father figure, a= s an older brother, and as my best friend. But when I hit pu= berty, my view of him changed. I started to see him just as a man- a man I suddenly found incredibly attractive.

More than once I discovered myself staring at him = and observing every detail of his body, especially when we sparred with the lightsabre or trained in the gym.

I had always admired Obi-Wan&= #8217;s graceful yet powerful movements, but now my eyes lingered on the way his muscles slid beneath his pale skin, on the way his chest broadened when he = took deep calming breaths before beginning an especially difficult kata, and on the pattern his sweat created on his lig= htly furred belly before disappearing in the waistband of his pants.<= /span>

Obi-Wan was now smaller= than me, but perfectly proportioned, and his face was a work of art. Attractive and very masculine. He had grown a beard in= past years and it gave him a rugged look that I adored.

His facial and chest hair fascinated me not only because I longed to caress them, but also because I knew I would never be a= ble to sport them, my physiology having been altered forever when I was seven y= ear old and still belonged to Gardulla the Hutt.

I was almost sixteen when my Master became aware o= f my peculiar condition and it was my very lack of body hair to finally alerted him something was not as it should be.

For the seven years we had lived together, I had managed to keep my anatomy secret, afraid that he might be somehow repulsed= by what had been done to me and especially by what I had been trained to be.

It had been easy enough to keep it hidden. Obi-Was= was a very private person and he had always respected my privacy. As for the routine medical check-ups, they were always conducted by droids, and they answer only to direct questions-- questions my Master had no reason to ask,= at least not until he started to notice something strange in me.

“There is no need to visit a healer, Master,” I told him, after Obi-Wan had expressed to me his concerns a= bout my health. “I know what’s wrong with me.”

His clear blue-grey eyes locked with mine, full of worry. “You know it? What is it? And why did you not tell me before?”

“Because there is nothing you or anybody else can do about it.” He frowned and I went on. “As you know, I have been a slave for my entire life. Before Watto w= on me in a bet, my mother and I belonged to Gardulla = the Hutt and she had plans for me, plans that had nothing= to do with learning how to repair broken droids or piloting pods.” I smiled humourlessly and went on, “She was a ruthless being, the owner of sev= eral brothels in Mos Spa and Mo= s Eisley and in her plans I should have become a pleasure worker in one of them.” Obi-Wan gasped, but I refused to loo= k at him as I pressed on, wishing to be done with it as fast as possible. “= ;Tatooine’s local breed of h= uman males have a special physiology that makes them highly prized as pleasure workers... If-if they are castrated when still boys, their body changes to compensate the mutilation. Their...our... prostate develops differently, making it possible for us to achieve a greater sexual satisfac= tion than a normal man ... but only if we are ... penetrated,” I concluded, stammering, and looking everywhere but at my Master.

“That ... that is what they did to you?̶= 1; Obi-Wan murmured.

“Yes. Gardulla a= lso had me trained in the ways of pleasure and planned to send me to work to on= e of her brothels as soon as I was old enough- but luckily she lost me and my mo= ther to Watto.” I smiled weakly, feeling some fondness for the Toydarian. “He had many = faults and had no qualms with cheating his costumers, but he would never send a bo= y to a brothel.”

Silence fell in the room and after a while, I dare= d to raise my eyes to spy Obi-Wan’s reaction a= nd a deeply relieved sigh escaped my lips.

There was no disgust on my Master’s face. No revulsion. Just compassion and sadness. He was a= ctually teary-eyed.

“Anakin ...” he whispered, “I...” His voice died and then, evidently unable to express wha= t he felt with words, he opened his arms and stepped closer to me.

I lost no time rushing into his embrace and we hug= ged hard and for a long time, communicating through our bond.=

&sec= t;

Shortly after this conversation, my sexuality seem= ed to bloom and the attraction I had been feeling towards my Master increased = even more. To make it short, the love that I had always felt for Obi-Wan became a sexual one, and I began to long to have him as my mate.

I started having dreams about having him making lo= ve to me. I found myself staring at the bulge in his briefs, wondering how his manhood would look like when aroused ... and wondering how it would feel thrusting inside me.

And with the ache in my loins also came the ache i= n my heart, for I was sure that Obi-Wan would never love me as I loved him. Not = only would he not do anything that would further jeopardize his position in the Order, but I also knew that he was completely heterosexual. I was aware of = this because I had broken into the medical archive and read his psychological evaluation, in the hope to discover he was at least bisexual. But no; he li= ked only women and I knew that there was one that held a special place in his heart: Knight Siri Tachi, a beautiful, lively blonde, with a ready smile and a sharp tongue. I could ha= ve easily hated her, for she had what I could never had. However she was the only Jedi not treating Obi-Wan as a plagued man, and she deserved my respect, if only because she had the courage to go against the Council and openly side with us.

So I tried to suffocate my feelings for my Master.= But it did not work out well, especially because I had to spend so much time together with the source of my frustration.

I became tense, irritable, sho= rt tempered, basically at the same period Obi-Wan -- as I have written before = -- decided to change his teaching methods and transformed in a very uptight master.

As you can imagine, our relationship suffered badly from this. The harmony between us was broken and I began to question him and his teachings and to resent his constant restrictions and reprimands.<= /o:p>

Everything he did annoyed me, and nothing that I did was good enough for him.

A part of my heart cried every time we argued beca= use I could not stand the thought of him being angry with me. But another part = was happy, for our disagreements helped me to block out my other feelings.=

Obi-Wan never guessed the reason of my behaviour. = He thought I was just rebelling and generally behaving like a typical teenager= , as he had probably done with Qui-Gon when he was m= y age.

&sec= t;

I was eighteen when something extraordinary happen= ed.

My Master and I were summoned by the Council, for = the first time since we had appeared before the twelve masters when Qui-Gon was still alive. To our astonishment Master Yoda informed us it had been decided to let me officially join the Order. It was explained to us that our actions and behaviour had been closely monitored b= oth inside the Temple<= /st1:City> and while on mission and that they had been found more than satisfactory.

I accepted the title of Padaw= an Learner with great pleasure and more than a little pride, but it was the jo= y on Obi-Wan’s face that really made my day. H= e was the real winner of the situation, but there was no personal satisfaction in him. He was happy for me, so much he did not even notice that the Council n= ever issued anything even remotely resembling an apology for having treated him = as they did; nor they ever admitted to have been wrong regarding me in the fir= st place.

They just reaped the fruits of my Master’s dedication and commitment without even bothering to acknowledge how much he= had sacrificed in the past nine years, and I resented them because of it.<= /o:p>

My Master and I celebrated the day by burning my a= ct of ownership in our quarters. Then we visited the supply storeroom to fetch= my Jedi uniform, which he helped me to wear, as he brushed his hands over my b= rown robe with a barely restrained grin.

Afterwards he took me out for dinner at Dex’s place and he let me have everything I wan= ted, alcohol included. I was more than a little drunk when we left and Obi-Wan had to he= lp me to negotiate the road to the speeder and then to our rooms in the Temple.

I leaned heavily against him as he steered me along the streets, and our hips brushed with every step we took. My right arm was around his shoulders, his left one was wrapped around my waist and when I t= ook a bad step, he had to embrace me to keep me up. I used that occasion to pre= ss my face into his neck and take a sniff of his heady, masculine scent. I even dared to lick his skin and his taste made my head reel as no amount of alco= hol ever could. I wanted more, but Obi-Wan had tensed and taken a step back, and his actions were like a bucket of cold water thrown right on my face.<= /o:p>

I pulled myself straight and started to walk again, silently berating myself for my stupidity, and hoping that he would forget everything and blame the liquor for my actions.

&sec= t;

A few days after my official admission to the Jedi Order I met for the first time with Chancellor Palpati= ne. Well, it was not exactly the first time, for I had already talked with him during the Trade Federation crisis, but I had had not contacts with him in = the nine years that had elapsed since then.

It had been the Chancellor to call me, offering hi= s congratulations for my “highly deserved” new status and then inviting me to his off= ice to talk with him.

I went to the appointment and, during our conversa= tion, I was surprised to discover how much Palpatine = knew about my life and by the interest he showed for my ideas and thoughts.=

I enjoyed our talk very much and when Palpatine told me to feel free to visit him any time I wished, I accepted his offer with pleasure.

Since my relationship with Obi-Wan was still strai= ned, and since I had nobody with whom I felt free to talk liberally, I began to spend more and more time with the Chancellor.

I knew my Master was not pleased by this developing friendship, but I did not listen to him.

Palpatine allowed me to talk of things and desires that I could not discuss with Obi-= Wan or with the other Padawans that I tried to befr= iend.

Of course, I did not reveal to Palpatine who was the object of my unrequited love. I just told him that it was a man= I could not have, and the Chancellor was very understanding and sympathetic. =

He said he thought it was wrong to forbid love to = the Jedi and was moved by my predicament. He even offered to give me the addres= s of a very discreet club where I could have found some relief.

He knew there was no way for me to relieve my sexu= al urges by myself, for the Hutts’ surgery h= ad taken away from me even the possibility to masturbate, and he thought I wou= ld welcome this chance. But I refused-- there was no way I could accept to los= e my virginity with a pleasure worker.

It had to be my Master, or no one.

&sec= t;

When I was nineteen when I was assigned my first mission alone. I h= ad to escort Senator Amidala, to Naboo and watch over her as Obi-Wan investigated who was the instigator of several life-attempts made against her.

The Republic was on the brink of a war against the Separatist party, and Padmé suspected th= at the person behind the attempted murders was Count Dooku, the leader of said party.

I was happy to be with Padm&e= acute; again. She had been my friend when I was a child and I still remembered the kindness she had showed me when I was so sad and missing my mother.

She had grown up in the ten years elapsed since our first meeting and she was now more beautiful than ever.

I found her to be a pleasant companion and we went along very well during our trip to Naboo-- perh= aps too well. She asked me several questions about the Jedi and how they regard= ed love, and as soon we arrived to her lake retreat, she kissed me.=

She caught me by surprise and I was so love-starve= d I responded to her kisses and caresses, but when she tried to led me to her bedroom, I stopped her, gently but firmly.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, confu= sed from my sudden change of mood.

“I can’t do this.”

“Because you are a Jedi?”

“No. Because I can’t give you what you want-- nor you can give me what I need. Forgive me if I led you to believe otherwise.”

Despite her obvious disappointment, Padmé proved to be very understanding, and she and I remained good friends, so good that when I a= sked her if we could take a trip to Tatooine -- whic= h is pretty close to Naboo -- to visit my mother, she agreed without hesitation.

&sec= t;

My mother and I had kept in contact along the years and I knew she had been bought as a cook by a moisture farmer, who had subsequently freed and married her.

She had told me often that she was very happy, but= I longed to see her in person after so many years of cold hologram messages.<= o:p>

I found her to be well. Her husband clearly loved = her, and even if she did not led an easy, pampered li= fe, she was happy and satisfied.

I was delighted for my mother, and I told her so. = She, in turn, asked me if I was happy with my life.

“Mostly I am, Mom,” I answered sincere= ly. “I like being a Jedi, but I find ... certain rules hard to follow.= 221;

“Are you referring to the one forbidding love?”

My mouth almost fell open, so stunned I was. “How...how do you know?”

She smiled gently. “My son, I have been aware that you are in love with you master for the past three years. It is clear = in the way your eyes shine when you talk about him.”

My face fell. I was so sure I had been able to kee= p my feelings hidden. “I see.”

My mother’s smile widened, and she caressed = my cheek, “I am your mother, Ani. I know you= too well. I can read the signs other persons don’t notice. But, my darlin= g, I see no happiness in your eyes now, just longing...unfulfilled longing.̶= 1;

“You are right, Mom. My whole being – soul, heart, body- aches to be with Obi-Wan, but= he does not love me like this.”

“Are you sure?”

“What?”

“Have you ever asked him?”<= /span>

My eyes widened in shock. “No! Mom, I could never ask him something like this! My Master is a very dedicated Jedi, and = he also likes women. He could never love me as I wish to be loved by him...= 221; My voice cracked on the last words.

“I am so sorry, Ani.” Mother opened her arms and enveloped me in her embrace, hugging me tightly = as I cried, finally releasing some of the anguish I had carried in me for so lon= g.

I was still sniffling when Ar= too burst in the room, alerting me of an urgent communication that had just arr= ived from Obi-Wan.

I ran back to the ship, where I listened to the message my Master had sent from a planet called Geonos= is, where he had ended up following the bounty hunter who had tried to kill Padmé.

He only had asked me to re-transmit the message to= the Council on Coruscant, not to join him on Geonosis, but when the hologram was abruptly interrup= ted showing Obi-wan igniting his lightsabre to defl= ect some blaster bolts, I could not think of anything else but go there to help him.

I was frantic with worry and I almost cursed aloud when the Council, after receiving the transmission, ordered me to stay wher= e I was and forbade me to go on Geonosis to help hi= m.

I knew that Obi-Wan would not want me to disobey t= he Council’s orders, but I was also aware he would risk everything to he= lp me should our positions being reversed.

Luckily, = Padmé helped = me to sort out my inner conflict by claiming she was going to save Obi-Wan, and t= hat I would have to go with her if I had to be her bodyguard.=

I gave her a tremulous, grateful smile before sitt= ing in the pilot seat and planning our route.

Padmé lowered herself in the chair at my side and patting my tense back, she said, “He is a very lucky man. I hope he knows it.”=

I watched at her open mouthed, for my most guarded secret had been discovered twice in one day, then I simply nodded and smiled. Padmé had shown herself to be a good friend, and I was actually happy that she knew the tru= th.

&sec= t;

Our rescue mission to Geonosi= s would have been a complete disaster if the Jedi Council and the Clone Troop= ers hadn't arrived to save us from the arena for executions where we had been thrown.

The battle that ensued between our forces and the Separatist droid army was very hard, and many Jedi were killed that day.

I almost ended up losing my arm in a duel against Count Dooku, while Obi-Wan = was wounded on his leg and arm.

Luckily it was not too serious, but it was enough = to show me how brief and precarious life was.

On the ship bringing us back to Coruscant, as I watched over my sleeping Master, I promised myself that I would not wa= ste any more time arguing with Obi-Wan and behaving like a spoiled brat in orde= r to disguise my love for him.

I would talk to him and reveal him how I felt, as = my mother had suggested, hoping against everything to hear him say my love was reciprocate.

&sec= t;

It was not easy to find the right moment for my admission.

The Separatists declared war on the Republic. Some= of the Jedi, promoted to the rank of Generals of the Republican Army, were now busier than ever.

Obi-Wan was assigned hi= s own squadron of clones to command. I was given the rank of his second in comman= d, which meant that I was often on duty when he was sleeping and vice versa.

Finally, after seven months spent fighting we were granted a brief leave on Ansion, and I decided = that I would act during those few days.

Surprisingly enough, it was my Master that gave me= the opening I needed.

One evening he stepped in the living room of the h= otel suite we were sharing, wearing only a towel around his hips, his hair and s= kin still damp from the shower he had just taken.

My eyes almost popped out from my sockets when he pointed to his left shoulder and said, “Anakin, would you mind giving= me a massage? I hit it badly during the last battle and now the muscle is so s= tiff I was not able to relax it even with meditation.” He looked at me alm= ost pleadingly, as if he thought that I might refuse his request.

“Of course, Master. Why don’t you lay down on your bed? It will be more comfortable there.”

He nodded and I followed him into his room, hungri= ly staring at his naked back.

As I watched him stretch out on the cot, I felt a strong sensation run through me at the mere thought I was finally going to touch the skin and muscles I had longed to caress for so many years. Getting hold of myself, I walked to his bed, removed my boots, straddled him and sa= t on his hips, using both my hands to massage his shoulders and back.

The feel of his skin was wonderful and exciting, a= nd I had to school myself and strengthen my shields to remain calm and in contro= l of my emotions. I worked his shoulders and upper arms, digging my fingers in d= eep until I felt his muscles relax and run freely under his skin. When I was satisfied, I decided it was time to took my chan= ces with Obi-Wan and I began to massage him a little lower. Among the things I learned on Tatooine when G= ardulla the Hutt had me trained as pleasure worker, the= re was the knowledge of certain points in the male body that, when properly stimulated, caused uncontrollable reactions in that same body.

After I was sold to Watto, I had tried all my best to forget those lessons, but now they returned to me = and I put them into practice.

My hands became bolder and bolder in my exploration and gradually Obi-Wan, who until then had lain passively under my hands and seemed to have almost fallen into slumber, began to react to my ministratio= ns. He started to squirm, and his breathing became more rapid.

“What are you doing, Anakin?” he asked= in a throaty murmur.

“It is a special massage technique I learned long ago. Do you like it?” I replied leaning over his back to watch h= is face.

My Master nodded hesitantly and I could not help b= ut smile.

I returned to my task and soon my breath got more laboured, falling in perfect rhythm with Obi-Wan’= ;s, as my blood started to pound in my ears and I broke in a sweat.<= /span>

Obi-Wan’s back w= as now lucid with a sheen of perspiration and I could s= ense his excitement and his arousal through our bond, despite his efforts to shi= eld it from me.

It made me frantic: all I wanted was to tear away = his towel and my clothes ... I wanted to turn him around and sit onto his erection...I wanted to ride him hard toward our completion ... I wanted ...

I was so lost in my desire I almost fell when my Master suddenly rolled onto his back and it was only his firm grip on my wa= ist that prevented me to hit the floor.

“What are you doing to me?” he hissed, breathing rapidly and looking me with wild eyes, his pupils dilated, his ch= eeks flushed.

My gaze never left his as I replied, “I am causing you to want me as badly as I want you. Please Master...don’t = stop me now.” And before he could answer I reached out a hand and caressed= his stiff manhood through his towel.

Obi-Wan moaned, closing his eyes and arching his b= ack in instinctive response.

“Why ...why are you doing this, Anakin?̶= 1; He panted, but did not try to resist when my hands caressed his chest and my fingers circled his nipples.

“Because I love you, my Master. My Obi-Wan. I have lov= ed you like this for a long time and I now wish to show you the depth of my love. = Life is so dangerous, so brief, and I don’t want to risk that I might die without knowing what is it to be with you. Pleas= e, Obi-Wan...please...” I was begging and pleading, but in that moment I= was beyond shame, beyond reserve, beyond everything; aware only of my desperate need.

Obi-Wan stared at me for long, interminable moment= s, and the universe seemed to stop while I waited for his answer.

His face was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed his inner struggle. Confusion, hesitation, desire—I saw all these emotions and others I could not name flash in his blue-grey eyes. =

Then, as my fear of rejection had increased almost= to the point I was going to bolt from the bed, he nodded. It was just one short bow of his head, but it was enough for me.

Almost reverently, I leant forward until my lips touched his. Our first kiss was an awkward fumbling because of my scarce experience, his lack of practice and our nervousness-- but we soon learned = what to do.

Then I straightened and did what I had dreamed doi= ng since the first moment my Master had appeared in the living room: I tore aw= ay the towel and stared at Obi-Wan’s manhood= .

It was fully erect and already weeping. I touched = it gingerly and was surprised by the heat that I found there and by how hard it was, like silk-covered marble. I had never considered my penis to be beauti= ful, but the sight and the feel of his organ made me tremble in sheer awe.<= /o:p>

“Anakin...” Obi-Wan said harshly. R= 20;I want to see you too...”

I smiled, and suddenly realizing how uncomfortable= my clothes had become I stood up and quickly disrobed. I felt no shyness or sh= ame, and actually shuddered when my Master’s eyes darkened with desire and lust.

As I moved back to the bed, I sensed the slickness between my ass-cheeks and smiled. My body was already prepared to receive h= is, very much alike a woman’s, but the rest of me was anything but femini= ne. My voice was deep and manly, my chest hairless but broad and muscled, my li= mbs long and strong.

The sight of the man I had wanted for so long, lyi= ng on the bed and waiting for me, made me lose my restraint. I had the desire = to claim and devour Obi-Wan as I lowered myself atop his smaller body and he wrapped his arms around me.

I kissed him hard, bruising his lips, and ground my pelvis against his, excited by the cry my actions tore from his throat.

He was trembling, his pale skin flushed with need,= and I revelled in the power that I had over him.

Sliding down his body, I covered him with kisses a= nd bites, leaving marks on his neck, his chest, and his thighs before I return= ed to concentrate on his manhood. It had turned dark red and his balls were ta= ut, hard, and so fascinating. I cupped them, tested their weight, rubbed them enjoying my Master’s whimpers and moans. Never before I had felt so powerful as I watched Obi-Wan writhe under me, arch= ing his back and thrashing his head.

It was a heady feeling and I continued to tease him until Obi-Wan almost sat up on the bed and slapped my hand away.=

“You need me in you...” he panted hars= hly, “but I will not be able to give you what you want if you keep touchin= g me like this...It had been so long for me...and my control...” he smiled weakly and continued, “my control leaves much to be desired at this moment...”

I smiled back and whispered, “I don’t = wish you to be controlled. I want you wild and unrestrained...”=

“I can’t...” Obi-Wan shook his h= ead. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

And before he could add anything, I rose on my kne= es and straddled him, taking hold of his shaft and positioning it beneath me.<= o:p>

“Wait...should not we use something...to ease the path?” His eyes darted around the room, but I used an hand to cup his cheek to make him look at me.

“There is no need...my body is ready for you...” I reassured him, inwardly moved by his concern and care.=

I let go of his face and began to sit on him, stop= ping my descent of him for a moment to tease myself, rubbing the swollen head of= his organ against my opening and allowing my juices to bathe his member while we gasped and panted. Then positioned it and, before he could move, I impaled myself with a scream. It was my first time and he was large, but I was too needy to take it slow.

As the pain receded and disappeared, I leant forwa= rd and kissed Obi-Wan, slowly and languidly.

“You all right?” I murmured.=

R= 20;Yes...”

I braced myself, putting my hands over his shoulde= rs to have more leverage as his hands cupped my bottom. We started moving then, him thrusting and I rocking, first slowly and tentatively, then harder and faster.

Our bodies, damp with mingled sweat, slid against each other, as I dug my finge= rs in his shoulders in a way that had to be painful. Soon, Obi-Wan dug his own= in my buttocks in a way that would leave them bruised and sore as he urged me = to ride him harder. I obliged. I became wilder than I had ever expected I could be, my breathing coming out in uneven gasps mingled with words I could not understand and which seemed to be born from my guts for they never touched = my mind. I moved with increasing urgency, undulating against his belly, slidin= g up and down his stiff manhood, frantically riding towards my release and drivi= ng him towards his...

Never in my life I had thought one day I would have felt such a pleasure. I had not believed to wh= at it was said about Tatooine’s gelded males= , but as Obi-Wan’s member stroked deeply inside= me, hitting a special spot with each thrust, I discovered everything I had heard was true…oh so true. The pleasure was so strong it was almost unbeara= ble.

Obi-Wan’s eyes w= ere shut, his handsome face a tense mask of desire. I care= ssed his damp features, my fingers trailing his forehead, bearded cheeks and dim= pled chin. Release crashed on me with the sudden, devastating intensity of a lightning bolt. My inner muscles contracted convulsively and I screamed in = the silence of the room, raking his flushed skin with my nails as my flesh tightened around his with such intensity it was almost painful.<= /span>

My Master’s own completion overcame him immediately after and he erupted, bathing my insides, as he roared in his release.

I slumped limp against = his body, devoid of any strength. My legs hurt as I stretched them, lying half = on him, half on the mattress, a disappointed moan escaping my lips when his softening manhood slipped away from my body.

Obi-Wan’s arms r= ose to wrap around my back and it was with my head of his chest and listening to h= is slowing heartbeat that I fell asleep, overwhelmed by happiness, satiation a= nd fatigue.

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The following morning I woke up confused and feeli= ng groggy, but the slight soreness between my buttocks cleared my mind at once= .

The events of the previous night flashed in front = of me and I closed my eyes, almost groaning aloud.

How could have I done it?

Not only I had seduced my Master, but I had enjoyed teasing and controlling him. I had covered his body with bites, even breaki= ng his skin once or twice.

I had taken advantage on his kind spirit and long denied need, and relished in my power over him.

How could I ever face him again? How could I ever expect him to forgive me? He would certainly hate me for how I had abused h= im and for forcing him to break his celibacy vow and...

//Yo= u did not abuse me and I never took a celibacy vow,// = Obi-Wan’s calm mental voice intruded into my though= ts. //It is just I have never been able to= make love to who I loved ... until yesterday night.//=

My eyes snapped open and I turned my head to face = my Master. He was laying on his side, watching me, = and his expression was serene, calm. There was no hint of anger or discomfort. = Just peace.

“You love me?” I whispered, barely dar= ing to voice aloud my greatest hope.

Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes, Anakin, I love you. I = have loved you for years.”

I swallowed hard and turned fully on my side, so t= hat our faces were now separated by just mere inches.

“You never told me,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral, but unable to avoid sounding a little accusing. All my anguish, all the nights I spent awake aching to touch the man sleeping in t= he room across mine had been for nothing?

My Master’s hand rose to caress my cheek and= he whispered, “Shh, let it go of these emoti= ons. They don’t belong here.”

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and released = my regrets into the Force. Then I opened my eyes again and saw Obi-Wan smile at me.

“Much better,” he said before he sober= ed and explained. “I have always cared for you, Anakin, you know this. In the beginning it was because of my promise to Qui-Gon<= /span> and because dealing with your training helped me to cope with my grief, but= I soon started to care for you because of who you were-- a loving, smart child that had seen far too much ugliness in his short life. We got closer and training you became my pleasure and my pride. I loved you like a son in tho= se years and tried to reciprocate the affection you showed me, no matter what = the Code said about attachments.”

Obi-Wan fell silent and I nodded, remembering those years, when he had been so open with me.

“When why did you become so cold and emotion= less when I was about sixteen?”

“Because by the time you turned that age I realized our cuddling together on the divan as we watched the movies, our p= ats on the backs, and our occasional hugs were causing me to feel something tha= t I should not have.”

“What did you feel?” I asked in a whis= per.

“Attraction, Anakin,” Obi-Wan briefly closed his eyes. “Sexual attraction-- and it scared me.”

“Why?”

“Because you were my apprentice, trusted int= o my care, and almost still a child. I was terrified of what you would think if = you discovered my feelings. You must not forget you were still my slave back th= en, and you had confessed me you had been destined to a brothel as a pleasure worker. How would have you reacted if you knew your master -- your owner -- lusted after you? Moreove= r I could not understand what was happening to me, and I still don’t. I h= ave never been attracted by males, Anakin. My profile says that I am heterosexu= al and my other two lovers had been ladies. So why would I suddenly started to feel like this for you? Last night was wonderful, but the fact remains that= I feel unsure of myself— maybe even frightened. It is like I cannot recognize myself anymore...”

“Oh no, Obi-Wan!”<= /span> I exclaimed moved by his confession and by his obvious anguish. I raised bo= th my hands and cupped his bearded cheeks, forcing him to look at me, then I let my thumb caress his lips. “Oh my Master,” I said, giving a special tone to his title, transforming it = in an endearment. “If only you had talked with me! I could have eased yo= ur fears from the start.” He gave a quizzical look and I added. “Do you remember when I told you about why the Hutts often geld human Tatooine male slaves?”

He nodded.

“Well, the changes the surgery caused in my = body go beyond my lack of body hair and beard, as you discovered yesterday night. They also involve my pheromones...they are different from those of a normal male. They are almost feminine and especially sensitive persons could react= to them as if I am a woman. This is our way to attract potential mates.”=

“You mean my body suddenly started to percei= ve you as a girl?” Obi-Wan was clearly amazed= .

“Yes, it did. As you said, we had always been closely attuned and when my body hit puberty, and my sexuality bloomed, you were evidently hit in full blast by it.”

“So your physiology transformed the affection and the care I always felt for you in a different sort of love.” My Master mused softly. Then he shook his head and added, “How I wish I = had know it sooner! I would not have spent hours and hours= of meditation trying to discover what was wrong with me...”

“...and you would not have transformed in an unemotional Jedi who shunned affection as you did,”=

I complete the line for him.

“I am sorry, Anakin, but I thought it was the best thing I could do. I wished more than anything to stay near you and complete your training, but I also needed to keep my distance so as not to betray my feelings. Will you forgive me for causing you to suffer?”

“Only if you forgive me for having given you grey hairs and some lines on the forehead by being a despondent, petulant b= rat for so long. I know how much my behaviour has annoyed and worried you, my Master, but as in your case it was just a rouse to keep my real feelings for you hidden. You are the only man I have ever wanted and I was afraid you wo= uld be disgusted if you knew.”

Obi-Wan shook his head slowly, “We have been= two fools. We should have talked to each other.” Then he smiled, “However, maybe, it was also for the best. If our love was able to survive all the tension and the misunderstanding of the past three years, t= hen I believe nothing will ever harm it.”

“Our love...how I like the sound of that,= 221; I closed my eyes and sighed dreamingly, basking in the realization that everything I had longed for was finally reality. Obi-Wan loved me as much a= s I loved him and nothing would ever come between us.

Well, that= was not exactly true. I moaned in delight when Obi-Wan pulled me into his a= rms and pressed his hard manhood into my belly.

He lips sought mine and we kissed, passionately but tenderly, determined to show how much we cared for each other.

That morning Obi-Wan demonstrated to me what a aggressive and demanding lover he could be; somethin= g, I must admit, that I had not thought it was in him. For some reason, he had n= ever struck me as a very wild kind-- he was always so calm and in control, even = in battle. I had often compared him to calm, clear waters, like the lakes on <= span class=3DSpellE>Naboo-- but even the most placid lake can hide a dang= er. That day Obi-Wan unleashed a part of him that he has always kept hidden, an= d I loved every single moment of it.

He rolled me flat on my back and rose onto his han= ds and knees and hovered over me, his heavy erection bobbing against his belly= as he stared down at me with a predatory glance.

“You marked me yesterday evening, young one,= ” he growled, tilting his head to indicate the reddened spots on his chest. “Now is my turn to mark you as mine.”

“Yes,” I murmured, excited, and grabbed his head to pull him closer when he bit me near my left nipple.<= /span>

“Master!” I cried out as he bit me again, this time on my neck, before he lowered at = my side.

“Tell me, young one,” he ordered, breathing into my ear. “Tell me what you like—show me with your reactions.”

His hands -- his long-fingered, beautiful hands-- = slid up and down my body, possessive and sure, touching me everywhere and discovering the places that made me moan in pleasure. He teased my nipples, nibbled at my navel and then explored between my legs, where a Hutt’s surgical knife had made me so different = from him. He patted my limp penis, then fingered the extremely sensitive scars near it, brushing them again and again until I screamed in pleasure.

Obi-Wan laid atop of me= and kissed me again, bruising my mouth as I pulled him closer.

The feel of him lying hot and hard on my belly, ma= de me crazy with need. Nothing mattered any more but having my Master take me, hard and fast. I arched against him, undulating = my hips, rubbing against him, urging him to come inside me.<= /p>

Obi-Wan groaned deep in his chest and rose onto his knees, avoiding my hands as I tried to grab him and drag him back on top of= me. He managed to manoeuvre my body until my buttocks rested on his thighs, then raised my spread legs against his chest and held my ankles firmly.

He paused for a moment to look at me, as I laid there, helpless, panting, and unable to escape his hold. My heart was hammering in my chest, my hands convulsively clenc= hing and unclenching on the blanket as we stared at each other.

Obi-Wan had me where he wanted me: in his power, o= pen for him, unable to escape, unable to touch him, and unable to get what I wa= nted if he refused to give it to me.

It was the greatest thrill of my life.<= /span>

His manhood rested between my spread thighs and he teased me, rubbing its swollen tip against my opening, again and again.

“Master!” I cried out, unable to resist the sweet torture any more.=

“Yes, Padawan?” Obi-Wan answered, his breath laboured.

“Take me, make me yours...mark me....”=

My Master nodded, then = he flexed his hips and pushed himself into me.

We cried in unison and Obi-Wan struggled to prevent himself from coming, clenching his teeth so hard I heard him as I fought my= own climax. It felt so good to have him buried inside me, so very good. I tight= ened my inner muscles to spur him to move and he groaned. After a long moment, Obi-Wan adjusted his grip on my legs and started his rhythmic thrusting.

Trapped in his hold, dizzy with the pleasure his relentless stroking was giving me, I forgot everything and gave myself to h= im, body and soul. Nothing existed but him, towering over me. I arched against = him, trying to take him even more deeply, moaning and groaning as he drove me cr= azy with his ramming, until I came, screaming his name.

I was barely aware of Obi-Wan coming shortly after= me, so lost I was in the pleasure he had given me.

Exhausted, my Master released my ankles and let me drop my trembling legs, then he collapsed at my = side on the mattress. Collecting the last ounce of strength I was left, I rolled over and I embraced him.

“I love you,” I murmured, my hurried breath fanning the hair on his chest.

“I love you too, Anakin,” came the equ= ally soft reply.

We traded tender caresses and gentle kisses as we calmed down, using our training bond to communicate the feelings and the emotions we could never voice, for there were no words to describe them. Th= en we fell asleep again, warm and safe in each other arms.

We spent the rest of our leave locked in the hotel, talking about the changes in our relationship and, of course, making love. =

On the final night we just slept together, sharing= our dreams, for we had fallen asleep with our minds still linked. Somehow, I fo= und it even more intimate than all our previous lovemaking. <= /p>

Then we returned to our ship and the war, and the lovers gave way to the resolute Jedi, for we had agreed to keep our private life separated from our professional one. Obi-Wan and Anakin would have to disappear inside General Kenobi and Commander Skywalker until the next leav= e-- which I knew would not happen any time soon.

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It was not easy, of course, to keep our private li= fe completely distinct from our professional one.

Every time one of us was separated by the other we could not help but worry, but we always managed to avoid to commit rash actions that would give the Council a reason to declare = once again why attachment was forbidden to Jedi.

Obi-Wan and I were careful to hide our feelings in front of the Masters, but I always harboured the suspicion they knew and refrained from taking disciplinary measures against us only because we were= at war and our team was so good and efficient.

One evening I voiced my concerns about the possibi= lity that the Council might decide to separate us when the war was over to my Master.

Obi-Wan listened to me but he did not allow me to worry too much.

“I won’t let them separate us,” = he reassured me. “I defied the Council for an entire decade to train you= , Anakin= . I will do so again if necessary. You must not be troubled by this.”

I was happy to hear him say it, but also concerned= . In spite of everything, Obi-Wan was a dedicated Jed= i. He loved the Order and the life of a diplomat and guardian of peace, and I did= not want to jeopardize it.

But it turned out that I had no reason to dread a possible expulsion. For, in an unexpected move, the Council elected Obi-Wan= to join their ranks. I was present when Master Yoda listed the reasons for the Council’s choice, and they actually apologized for not having more tr= ust in him and not sharing his faith in me.

There was humility and respect in the old Jedi Mas= ter, and I felt vindicated for all the years that Obi-Wan and I had been ostraci= sed by the Order.

After the ceremony, Obi-Wan and I celebrated his n= ew position in our special way, making love for the entire night

When we left our quarters the following morning we were more tired than we had been when we had retired, and hard pressed to a= void walking along the Temple corridors with a very unbecoming silly grin on our faces.=

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A few months after Obi-Wan= 217;s election to the Council, there was an escalation in the hostilities and we = were forced to go on separate missions. Although I was officially still a Padawan, I was trusted with the tasks usually assigne= d to a knight, and I was given my own battalion of clones to command.

I was proud, of course, but also hated to be separ= ated from my Master.

The press called me “The Hero With No Fear” but it was not true. I was full of fear-- not for myself, but for Obi-Wan. I knew my life would be over should he die. He was the other h= alf of my soul, and I could not bear to even imagine losing him.

After our separation, I started having nightmares about my Master dying in the most horrible of ways, under an attack of blue lightening like the ones I had seen coming from Count = Dooku’s fingers back on Geonosis. The Separatist leader= had been killed by Yoda on Vjun some months before,= so he could no longer harm anybody, but the dream was so vivid that it always cau= sed me to wake up screaming.

I tried to banish this nightmare during my meditations, but was not successful and I soon began dreading sleep.

I talked about it with Obi-Wan, begging him to be = very careful while on mission. He answered that he would be, but not even his reassurances were enough to soothe my fears.

I ended up asking for Master Yoda’s help, but his advice -- to distance myself from the person that I was afraid to lose = -- was impossible to follow. I could not stop loving Obi-Wan any more than I c= ould stop breathing.

So, since I did not wish to keep on burdening my l= over with my worries, especially now he was on Utapau, chasing for the last of the Separatists leaders, General Grievious, I confided my fears to the man who had been at my side during the years I suffered because of my unfulfilled love for my Master.

I went to visit Chancellor Pa= lpatine in his office and confessed my fears to him, inc= luding the fact Obi-Wan was my lover.

He was kind, understanding, suave -- and also treacherous.

After I told him about my dreams regarding my Mast= er, he shook his head, apparently very sad.

“These do not sound like dreams to me, my bo= y. They sound like visions. I am very concerned about Master Kenobi. He might really be in great danger.”

A shiver ran along my spine, “I should be there with him.”=

“It is upsetting to me to see that the Counc= il does not seem to fully appreciate your talents or your Master’s. Why = did they separate your very successful team?”

“Because new battlefronts opened in the last months and the army needed more commanding officers.”

“Are you sure, Anakin? I thought the war was going better. Count Dooku has been killed and t= he Separatists are without a political leader. No, my young friend, I think th= ey separated you from Obi-Wan because they know you are lovers and they fear t= he example you are giving to the other Jedi. A Master and his apprentice, toge= ther in everything, loving each other, showing their attachment, and yet perform= ing at the very best level...this does not sit very well with the Jedi Code,= 221; Palpatine shook his head, sounding very disappr= oving.

I fell silent, pondering what he had just said to = me. Was it possible that he was right? That the Council knew about Obi-Wan and = me? That we had been separated not because of the war, but becaus= e we were lovers?

“They don’t trust you, Anakin,” = Palpatine spoke again, as if he had been listening to= my thoughts.

“They see your future. They know your power = will be too strong to control and are afraid your attachment will bring you to commit some rash action sooner or later, something that will endanger their precious Order...Anakin, you must break through the fog of lies the Council= has created around you. Let me help you to know the subtleties of the Force.= 221;

We were walking in the hallway, side by side, and I raised my head in surpr= ise at his last words.

“How do you know the ways of the Force?̶= 1;

“My mentor taught me everything about the Fo= rce . . . even the nature of the Dark Side.”

I stopped cold and Palpatine imitated me.<= /o:p>

“You know the Dark Side?!”<= /span>

“Anakin, if one is to understand the great mystery of the Force, one must study all its aspects; = not just the dogmatic, narrow view of the Jedi. If = you wish to become a complete and wise leader, you must embrace a larger view of the Force.”

“I won’t be a pawn in your political g= ame. The Jedi are my family. And Obi-Wan would never forgive me if I did somethi= ng like this.”

“I believe he would, because he would unders= tand your reasons-- for you would do it because you love him.” Palpatine stepped closer, his face gentle, but his ey= es very hard. “Only through me can you achieve a power greater than any Jedi. Learn to know the Dark Side of the Force, Anakin, and you will be abl= e to save your lover from certain death.”

“What did you say?” I asked in disbeli= ef.

“Use my knowledge, I beg you . . .”

“You are a Sith Lord!” The words had not yet left my mouth I had ignited my lightsabre, pointing it to Palpa= tine’s throat.

“Are you going to kill me?” He asked, = but he did not look scared.

“I would certainly like to,” I growled, thinking about all the suffering the Sith had caused in the Republic.

“I know you would. I can feel your anger. It gives you focus, makes you stronger,” Palpatine<= /span> hissed, and the pleasure on his face made me relent. I did not want to give= him any satisfaction.

I relaxed, switched off my weapon, and marched to = the door. “I am going to turn you over to the Jedi Council,” I threatened him.

“Of course you should. But you are not sure = of their intentions, are you? What if they really fear you? What if they are secretly hoping Master Kenobi will be killed, so you will be free from his influence? I don’t doubt they blame him for the attachment existing between you two.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to control my rising an= ger. “I will quickly discover the truth of all this,” I growled, gla= ring at him, before I walked away.

As I rushed back to the Temple= , my mind was full of doubts and questions. No matter how much I tried, I cou= ld not banish Palpatine’s words.<= /span>

He had probably only tried to turn me against the Council, but what if there was some truth in his accusations? The Council’s past treatment of Obi-Wan and I had not been exactly fair, = but they would not make my Master one of their members if they really thought he was such a bad example...or would they?

Also, what about Palpatine= 217;s claim that only the powers of the Dark Side could save Obi-Wan? =

Was it only a lie to drag me on his side? Or was it the truth?

These and other questions were still haunting me w= hen I arrived at the Temple landing platform.

It was early evening, and Masters Windu, Fisto, Kolar and Tiin were preparing to board a gunship.

“Master Windu,&#= 8221; I shouted as I ran across the hangar. “I must talk to you.”

“What is it, Skywalker? We are in a hurry. We have just received word that Obi-Wan has destroyed General Grievous. It happened yesterday, but the communications were jammed and your master could alert us only now. We are on our way to make sure the Chancellor returns emergency powers back to the Senate.”

“He won’t give up his power. I have ju= st learned a terrible truth. I think Chancellor Palpatine= is the Sith Lord.”

“The Sith Lord?” The dark skinned master stopped cold.

“Yes. The one we have been looking for.̶= 1;

“How do you know this?”

“He knows the ways of the Force. He has been trained to use the Dark Side.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then our worst fears have been realized. We must move quickly if the Jedi Order is to survive.” Master Windu started to move away, but I blocked his path. <= o:p>

“Master, the Chancellor is very powerful. You will need my help if you are going to arrest him.” =

“For your own good, stay= out of this affair. I sense a great deal of confu= sion in you, young Skywalker. There is much fear that clouds your judgement.R= 21; His voice was hard as his gaze, and completely unmoving.<= /p>

“I must go, Master,” I insisted. I cou= ld not let them go there and kill Palpatine, not b= efore knowing for sure if the Chancellor’s words about the power of the Dark Side were true or false.

“No. If what you told me is true, you will h= ave gained my trust, but for now remain here.”= Mace Win= du had always been my strongest opponent, and he still was. Even now he did not trust me. <= /p>

My heart and face fell. “Yes, Master,”= I capitulated.

“Wait for us in the Council Chamber until we return.”

“Yes, Master.”

I watched him run to the ship where the other Mast= ers were awaiting, and they took off at once, leaving me behind with my heart f= ull of worries and barely controlled emotions.

I went to the Council Chamber has I had been order= ed too and stared out of the tall windows, trying to meditate, but it was usel= ess.

Palpatine’s voice keep on intruding my thoughts “You do know, don't you, that if the Jedi destroy me, any chance of saving your master will be lost”, followed by vision of Obi-Wan dying, contor= ting on the floor as blue lightening burned his flesh.

The struggle inside me increased. I wanted to go to the Senate Building that I could see from the window and prevent the Masters from killing Palpatine, but I knew that Obi-Wan= would want me to do the duty he had trained me to do-- kill the Sith, protect the Republic -- no matter the personal cost.

I was still fighting with myself when I suddenly perceived Obi-Wan’s presence very close.<= o:p>

//Ma= ster!// I cried out through our link.

//An= akin,// The touch of his mind on mine soothed me and I closed my eyes to savour it.=

//I = was not expecting you to be back so soon.//

//The situation on Utapau is under control. General Grievous has been eliminated, the Separatist leaders arrested, and I left Commander Cody to deal with the last remaining droids.//<= /i>

//Th= en I must congratulate you for your victory, my Master.//<= /p>

//It= is not my victory, Padawan, it is the Jedi’s= vic-// Obi-Wan&#= 8217;s mental voice abruptly died.

//Ma= ster?// I called out, worried.

//I = sensed a shockwave in the Force. Jedi have just died-- very close to us.//

I shivered. //Masters Windu, Fisto, Tinn and Kolar have just = gone to arrest Chancellor Palpatine. He is the Sith Lord we have been looking for.//

//Wh= at?// Obi-Wan was stunned, but recovered quickly and added, //I have just landed near the Senate Building. I will go to help them.//<= /p>

//No= , Obi!// I screamed, using the name I often cried out during our lovemaking, but he had already broken our connection.

The chill I sensed at the mere thought of my belov= ed facing Palpatine cleared my mind and I finally = saw the Chancellor for what he was: a Sith Lord, who would have no qualms with killing my lover.

My vision became suddenly clear: Count Dooku was dead, so the blue lightening I saw could on= ly come from another Sith...from Palpatine! He had known it and he had lied me all along, that damned bastard.

Without thinking twice I rushed out of the Council Chamber and to my speeder. I probably broke all the laws regulating Coruscant heavy traffic in my need to reach the Senate Building before it was too late.

Once arrived, I jumped down from the speeder and r= an across the long, deserted corridors to the Chancellor’s office.<= /o:p>

I was welcomed by the sight of Masters Kolar, Tinn and Fisto’s corpses lying on the floor by the entry, while Master Windu was in a corner, still alive= but unconscious and missing an arm. I took in all of this in a flash as my eyes stared in horror at the scene in front of me.

Obi-Wan and Palpatine = were in front of me, near the window. My Master had trapped the Chancellor again= st a wall, but the Sith w= as far from defeated. In fact he was investing my lover with the blue lightening I= had seen in my visions. Obi-Wan was deflecting them = using his lightsabre, but I could see he would not re= sist much longer. His face was pale, covered with sweat, his jaw tense, and his = arms were shaking. The Sith Lord’s face was tw= isted in an malicious grimace as he unleashed his evil= power onto my Master.

I briefly wondered for how long this had been goin= g on before I ignited my lightsabre and flipped acro= ss the room, landing near Palpatine.=

Everything happened very fast. The Chancellor had barely the time to acknowledge my presence and turn toward me, ready to str= ike, before I did what I have always been supposed to do: I killed the Sith, beheading him with a quick sweep of my lightsabre. His head flew across the room, but I paid= no mind to it.

Obi-Wan had collapsed, falling to his knees, and I rushed towards him. The sleeves of his tunics, and the skin of his face and hands were slightly burned, but he was basically all right, just exhausted.= I sat near him and pulled him in my arms so he could rest against my body as I brushed his sweat soaked hair and channelled some of my life force into him= to replace his depleted strength. After a while, Obi-Wan raised his head from = my chest and looked at me, his blue-grey eyes serene and happy. I caressed his lips with my thumb, then bent my neck to claim his mouth in a kiss born of love, relief, and the need to reaffirm we were both alive and well. My Mast= er responded to my actions and I pulled him even closer.

The sound of someone clearing his throat brought u= s to reality and we separated with a startle.

Mace Windu had regaine= d his senses and was now looking at us from the corner where he was sitting.=

“Sorry to interrupt you,” he said, grimacing with the pain coming from his amputated arm, “But could you explain to me how this arrived here?” And speakin= g so he used his good arm to gesture towards Palpatine̵= 7;s head.

Obi-Wan and I exchanged a look, and then we starte= d to give a report to Master Windu. We did it without loosening our embrace. It was our love and our attachment to each other that had ultimately saved the day, and it was about t= ime we stopped hiding it.

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And thus we arrive to today events and to the end = of my story– at least for now, for I am sure my Master and I will have m= any more adventures to tell and much more love to share in the future.

This morning my childhood dream has become reality= .

I am a Jedi Knight.

I have never felt prouder than in the moment that I knelt in front of my Master and he cut my braid with the knife traditionally used for the task. Then he reached out with his hand and he helped me to ri= se and formally introduced me to the Council and the other witnesses-- my moth= er and Padmé among them -- as Jedi Knight A= nakin Skywalker.

An Holonet team was pr= esent too and it was mostly in their behalf -- and in whose of the billion of persons that would watch the ceremony in the Holonews -- that Master Yoda has listened my eliminat= ion of the “tyrant” Palpatine as my greate= st accomplishment.

In truth, I don’t think it was. In my eyes I have not done nothing extraordinary; I have just= done what every man or woman would do for his or her beloved. There was nothing heroic in it. I have not done it for the Jedi Order or the Republic, I have done it for my Obi-Wan-- and I think Master Yoda knows it.

The Jedi Council is currently controlling the Sena= te, in order to secure a peaceful transition to a different form of government.= It has been decided that the Republic will be now ruled by two Supreme Consuls, which should prevent the rise of another dictatorship. The elections will be held next month, and Bail Organa -- a good frie= nd of Obi-Wan's -- and Padm&eacu= te; have good chances of being elected. In the meantime, the Jedi Council is working to replace the Senators that had been close to Palpatine with others who are not filled with greed and corruption.

This task has mostly fallen on Obi-Wan, the renown= ed negotiator, and I cannot say that I have seen much of him in the past week.= But I don’t complain, for I know how important what he’s doing is, = and because today I have had him all for myself.

Almost on their own volition, my eyes turn from the view I was observing through the window to the naked man laying on my bed, bathed by the silver rays of Coruscant’s = moon.

I smile at the sight of my sleeping Master. He is = flat on his back, his legs sprawled, a hand on the mattress, the other resting on his abdomen, rising and falling with his breathing. His serene, peaceful fa= ce is turned toward me, and the dishevelled hair fallen over his brow gives hi= m a boyish look.

He usually knows when I leave his side, but not tonight. Tonight, while I am still so full of excitement, he is worn out by pleasure and fatigue. He has been working hard in the past days, and our celebration of my knighthood has been quite energy consuming. I was very demanding after spending so much time away from him, and Obi-Wan has given = me everything I needed and wanted, bringing me to pleasure several times befor= e he allowed himself to come.

My smile grows wider as I move near the bed and sit down on the mattress, running a gentle hand along his lightly furred chest = and belly to his well-used manhood, lying limp in its nest of auburn curls.

Obi-Wan’s organ fascinates me; I am always awed when I feel it grow longer and thicker unde= r my touch, ready to fill me and to bring both of us to ecstasy.

I have sometimes wondered, looking down at the sca= rs between my legs, what it would be like to still be whole and to be able to penetrate and possess. However, these thoughts are always fleeting and never regretful. I know very well that had I been completely male, Obi-Wan would = not love me in this way and perhaps I would not love him this way either. Who c= ould tell how this detail could have altered my life? But of something I am sure= : I would never trade the love Obi-Wan and I share with nothing-- not even with= the “normal life” I once thought the Hutts had robbed me off.

My gaze falls again on my Master’s face and I discover he has awoken.

“Hi,” I murmur softly, smiling at his sleepy eyes.

“Hi to you too... is there something wrong, Anakin? Why are you not sleeping?”

“I am still too excited by today events and I did not wish to disturb you. You need to rest, Obi,” I affectionately brush back his hair.

Obi-Wan arches an eyebr= ow. “So sure that worn me out you have, young Skywalker?” he says, = in a bad imitation of Master Yoda’s speech.

I laugh, “Well, yes, I am.”=

He frowns, but his eyes are full of mirth as he tr= ies another imitation, “Too sure of yourself, you are.” And speaking so, he pulls me down atop of him, grinding his pelvis against me, pressing = his hardening shaft against my belly.

“Not bad for an old man, hmm? Don’t you agree,= young one?” Obi-Wan breathes in my ear before ki= ssing my neck.

“No, Master, it is not bad at all...”<= o:p>

My hand slips between our bellies to grab and sque= eze him. He gasps aloud before pushing at my shoulders and rolling me onto my b= ack, reversing our positions.

He stares down at me with that predatory look he u= ses only with me, and soon all coherent thoughts leave my brain, as everything ceases to exist and my world is reduced to just Obi-Wan and the beauty and = the passion of our lovemaking.

THE END

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