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Elevation
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Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi. Alludes to a relationship between Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon Jinn.
Series/Sequel: Began as a one off and spawned a sequel story called `Fiction'.
Credits: My daughter, Mamfa Fickwalker, for our sleepless weekend in which this was written. Charlie Quinn for beta'ing, Verona May for encouragement, Pegasus for equipment and the boys from U2 for their song, `Elevation'.
Notes and Warnings: Set in the Episode 2 timeline. I guess. I'm not a huge Star Wars fan, nor have I ever claimed to be but hey, when you get something stuck in my head I can't get it out, so please forgive me any mistakes or inaccuracies, blame me and not my beta's for any and all of it. This is my first foray into the whole area of Star Wars slash so please, be gentle with me. //blah blah// indicates telepathic thought, <<blah blah>> indicates song lyrics and *blah blah* is meant to be in italics or just have emphasis (sarcasm) on the words.
Disclaimer: Anakin, Obi-Wan, anything remotely related to the Force or any Jedi-ness belongs to George Lucas and NOT ME damnit! None of this ever happened, in the canon or otherwise. I don't own the characters I only own these situations because they came from inside my head, from the dark and murky depths of my inner most mind. For simple enjoyment, no money made, sue me and you'll get shit all.
Summary: Wherein Obi-Wan slips up and Anakin takes advantage of a moment of weakness.
<<High- higher than the sun
You shoot me from a gun
I need you to elevate me here>>
A sudden leap into the air, blonde hair flying, clothes billowing and a sudden whoosh. Up and over. I look around, stunned and disorientated. A quick tap on the shoulder and I know he's behind me. I whirl around, I see that smirk and I feel my own rage. He's little more than a child and already, he's better than me. I feel his own satisfaction pulse through the Force and I wonder, just wonder if he's having as much fun as it seems. A growl grows in my throat and I move to attack him.
//'Careful Obi-Wan, keep your temper.'//
The rage in my chest bubbles. Now this little boy is trying to tell me what to do?
//'I am the Master here, Padawan. Just remember that.'//
//'So start acting like it.'//
Another dose of sparks as blue and green clash in an explosion of color, the reverberation of the strike tingling it's way up my arm to my shoulder. I will not let him beat me, he is still in training. A Padawan will not best me.
<<Maybe you could educate my mind
Explain all these controls
Can't sing but I've soul
The goal
Is elevation>>
I am the teacher and he is the student. I have to remind him of that fact. He is exceptionally talented, his defense is brutal, almost punishing. His attack is more so. I find myself dancing around him, avoiding his blows while I try to regroup and return to the fight, stronger than before. He's got me swayed, dizzy, his power, his grace.. but there's something else. I circle him, he stands watching me, planning, plotting.. waiting.
//'He looks so.. By Force he's beautiful.'//
I stop in my tracks. Shamed instantly by my embarrassing slip up. I see his eyes widen in shock. I can't wait any longer, I take this as my chance and take him.. unaware.
<<You elevate my
Soul
I've got no self-control>>
Our final rally is over swiftly, my surprise attack working to my benefit. He's pressed against the concrete beneath me..a blush creeps back up to my cheeks as I pin him there, the beam of painful blue light in my hands, merely inches from his perfectly etched face. He's looking up at me, eyes on mine, lips twitching into a small, delicate smirk.
<<The corner of your lips
Is the orbit of your hips
Eclipse>>
I feel a rumble begin to stir in my abdomen, almost like a pain of hunger... only of a different kind. He stares up at me, impossible brown eyes boring into mine.
"So I'm beautiful, huh?"
The blush in my cheeks intensified. The little brat had me stuck between a rock and a hard place.
"Don't get too cocky, little boy."
His smirk sweeps into a grin, his head lifting from the floor, face inching closer to mine. Force forgive me, I don't have the will to pull away.
"Don't tease me, *Master*."
Another flash of his wicked little smirk and his lips touch mine. My light saber falls to the side and my hands trap his face, sliding my fingers up and over his cheekbones and into his flaxen blonde hair. His lips, his tongue... I never knew he could taste so good. I can feel his hips, arching up against me. Such purely driven pleasure, such a delicious sensation to feel him against me, to know that he's doing this of his own volition. I can feel him, physically and mentally... I know what he's thinking. He wants this as much as I do and as I digest that thought the image of my Master appears in my mind.
Qui-Gon Jinn. A legend, a teacher... my lover. I lost him to the Force and gained this child in the process. His dying wish was that I train this boy, that I teach him in all the ways of the Force. Was this part of the bargain? Was this the future Qui-Gon foresaw for his newest charge?
I tear my lips from the boy lying beneath me, my breath coming in short ragged gasps.
"Obi-Wan? Why did you stop?"
I sit up and turn from him, shielding myself in every way I know how.
"You are to address me as Master, Padawan. The code prohibits anything else." I say coldly, standing from his splayed body and the warmth of the concrete surrounding him.
"Alright then... *Master*."
I've offended him, I can feel it. He stands, dusts off his robes and retrieves his light saber. He stands before me now, the perfect model of decorum and chastity, if only his lips weren't stained pink by my kiss, if only his eyes didn't flash with a mix of hunger and anger every time they met with mine.
"May I be excused, *Master* Obi-Wan?" His tone of voice cuts through me and I wonder again if he's enjoying this, enjoying watching me squirm, watching me twitch with indecision. I probe him through the Force, sensing irritation and disappointment. I turn towards him, take one step. Then two. I raise a hand, fingers trembling and run them swiftly down his face, tracing his the line of his chin. I speak, not knowing what words are about to come from my mouth.
"If that is what you wish Padawan, so be it."
The air around him shudders; his body reacts to my touch. I smile inwardly.
//'Two can play this game, dear Padawan'//
He looks at me, eyes burning, body rebelling. He doesn't want me to know how much my thinly veiled offer has affected him. My smile turns from inward satisfaction to a coy grin beamed in his direction.
"Master, I would prefer to stay and... uh... finish our training session."
I smirk. The tables have turned.
"Very well Padawan, assume the position."
I revel in his shocked expression.
"Master? I-... Ah, you mean here? Now?"
I successfully hold back a chuckle as I watch his face blush, pink tainting his cheeks as he tries to avoid my gaze.
//'Padawan, you jump to conclusions too easily.'//
I draw my light saber, igniting it in one quick and easy movement. He finally dawns on my meaning and scrambles to ignite his own weapon. I thrust a few times, taunting him playfully, teasing him. Rolling his saber around my own, stepping closer to him, pushing his saber to the side as he backs away, he's trying to regain composure, regain some control. He steps back again and backs against a wall. I pin his arm and his saber against the wall, and so we begin again.
"Young Padawan, we always seem to come back to this point."
I can feel his breath on my face, warm and wet, I see his tongue flick out, nervously, wetting his lips, and I'm close enough to feel the pounding of his heart in his chest.
"You've bested me again Master, you deserve a reward for your efforts."
His tone is warm, inviting and almost surrendering. His eyes, his lips... they captivate me.
"And I surely intend to collect Padawan."
With that I cover his mouth with mine. Press my lips against his, part them gently as his taste invades my mouth and I'm drowning, swimming in the flavor of him. As our weapons clatter to the pavement, I hear nothing, I see nothing, I feel nothing but him, his lips, and his body. Nothing else matters. His hands around my waist, his fingers biting into the thick fabric of my tunic, into my flesh. Oh Force, his touch is heaven. Never did I think I'd feel the touch of another lover so keenly as I did Qui-Gon's. I was wrong.
//'Oh Master, don't stop... For Forces sake, please don't stop this time.'//
His voice in my mind, urging me on, my hands taking up the encouragement with glee, pulling the bottom of his robes up and away from his body. My hands slide easily up under it, skimming over his sweat-filmed skin.
//'Padawan, I couldn't stop now if I tried.'//
I press against him, pressing my hips to his, dipping my kisses away from his mouth and down across his chin and along his throat. I hear him gasp, bite back a moan and grip his hands tighter into my waist. I almost laugh at his control. Still the Padawan, still waiting for permission. I pull away from him momentarily, gasping for breath and staring at him with an almost painful desire.
"Touch me, Anakin... please."
The moan he was biting back escapes him, his hands frantically ripping at my tunic, his hands all over me. When he takes direction, he takes it well. His lips are at me, traversing my throat, nipping at my ear lobe, kisses that shake me to the depths of every imaginable pleasure point. Who would've known that the little boy that I didn't understand and never wanted to know, would grow up to be a young man whose touch, whose kiss could awaken the lover inside me that I thought was dead?
The taste of his skin, its texture, its heat, like honey. I flick my tongue over the thickest vein in his throat, feeling it pulse under my caress. I slip my hand down to his belt, licking the base of his throat while my hand works on loosening the leather. I feel his hands run up under my tunic, over my back and place feather light touches on my shoulder blades. I moan quietly as pleasure spreads through my body, sending boiling blood to my nether region. The leather comes away in my hands and I fling it to the floor, my hand diving under the fabric, sliding against him, running my fingers along his length, thumbing his tip. He shudders, his knees weaken and he collapses against the wall.
I capture his lips again, biting softly on his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth as my hand closes around the base of his shaft. He moans, the hum of his voice reverberating through his mouth and into my own. His hands drop, holding me to him, cupping my ass and grinding his hips towards me. My grip on him tightens, pulling slowly, drawing it out. My tongue delves into his mouth, thoughts incoherent, only feeling pleasure as his hands make their way inside my pants and caress my ass. Such a glorious feeling, this touch, his kiss. I float my hand over his length, tugging on the velveteen skin, his hips arching off the wall, aching for more.
//'What do you want Padawan? Tell me.'//
He moans again, his face contorted, I'm not even sure the Force can get through to him now. Seconds tick by, silence assaults me. I can hear nothing but his breathing in time with mine as the pace of my hand around his cock quickens, bringing him nearer to the edge.
//'You Master. All I want is you.'//
My lips find their way up to his ear, a half smile on my face as I feel his body tense in my hand. He's close now, so very close.
"And Amidala, my young friend? What of your relationship with her?"
My whisper cuts through his arousal and pleasure as his body convulses and he spills himself over my steady hand. His head jerks up and those impossible brown eyes sear into mine of blue. Confusion written there, questioning present... desire flickering, catching alight and burning brightly. His hands release my ass and press against my chest, pushing me away. He takes a step forward, determination in his actions.
"Only you Master, your kiss thrills me deeper than that of any other. I want nothing more than to return the pleasure you've already given me."
He steps around me, I turn to watch him and he backs me against the wall, a half smile on his face.
//'You are a mystery to me Anakin Skywalker.'//
The half smile turns into a smirk as he slides to his knees and his fingers begin work on the intricate piece of woven leather at my waist. His eyes on my face, looking up at me, looking into me. His hands pull down the top of my pants, his eyes never leaving my face as he draws me into his mouth, tongue swirling around the head of my cock, my knees shuddering as he wraps his lips around me and begins to move... backwards and forwards, slowly at first, as if he wants to savor this moment, remember it forever. He's still looking up at me, his eyes are smiling at me, then they close and he swallows me down... deep down. The moan that leaves my mouth is from a deep place in my throat, almost animalistic.
//'Master, your taste is like no other. I could drink from you all night.'//
His words and the accompanying emotions stir me deep within. His pace quickens and my hips twitch in response. I bury myself deeper in his mouth, thrusting my hips to meet his lips as they tighten and convulse around me. My hand on the back of his head, drawing him down onto me. he complies, happily. He half whimpers, half moans as I come into his mouth. He drinks and he drinks deeply, swallowing every last drop and licking me clean. I can barely stand as he draws himself away from me and stands, tracing a finger along his lips, taking the last trace of me, placing his finger in his mouth and sucking intently. A contented smile on his face. The finger slides from his mouth, a smile creeping across his features.
"All night, Master... whenever you wish."
His words almost stun me into silence; the seriousness on his face tells me that this is no joke. What I'd thought would be a moment in time, a one-off encounter, seems to have transcended into something... more.
"Be careful of promises you don't intend to keep, Padawan."
He smirks and steps towards me, lifting a hand to my face and drawing my lips to his. His tongue in my mouth, exploring, quickly, deeply, thoroughly. He pulls away.
"Your taste will stay on my lips for eternity Master. Any promises that I make to you, I truly intend to honor."
He caresses me one last time, running his hand from shoulder to groin, lovingly. He places his lips to my ear.
"I'm yours, whenever you want me. All you have to do is..."
//'...Call...'//
A quick kiss placed on my cheek and he is gone. A mere glimmer of a presence in the distance. I gather my saber and straighten my robes. A Jedi Knight must always be presentable.
I left the training yard, my body humming and my mind in a comfortable state of satisfaction. The hallways of the Academy are virtually deserted. I pay any stragglers no heed, my mind dreaming of a warm shower and a few moments of meditation.
"Master Kenobi, how is the training of young Anakin Skywalker coming along?"
I turn to face my new companion.
"Anakin is progressing perfectly well Master Windu, his skills in the Jedi ways are way beyond what I could have ever predicted."
The venerable Jedi Master nodded in agreement.
"The boy is talented, there is no doubt about that. But talent without guidance is talent wasted."
"Do not fear Master Windu, I am certainly teaching my Padawan all the things I learned from my Master."
I smile at my colleague and an unspoken understanding flows between us. He returns the smile and nods his approval.
"Good. The boy must be taught in all the ways of the Jedi."
My thoughts flick back to Anakin's offer, I'm becoming increasingly thankful for such a willing and co-operative student. I smile again at Master Windu and we nod our goodbyes. I turn from him and resume the walk to my chambers, my thoughts no longer on meditation and rest, but on my next lesson with Anakin.
//'Teach him well, Obi-Wan. Remember Qui-Gon. show the boy what it means to be loved.'//
I smile at the mention of my former teacher and lover as I throw a glance over my shoulder.
//'Do not fear Mace, Qui-Gon taught me better than anyone else ever could.'//
FINIS.