Series: Looks like it. The second in 'Night's Secret, Knight's
Shame. '
Warnings: 1. Due to recent (ongoing?) discussion I feel I must
warn that this story contains A/O. If you don't like
Anakin/Obi-Wan slash, your delete button is there for a reason.
2. This story contains some non-con elements. 3. This story
follows canon. You know that thing that didn't happen? Well, it
happened.
Summery: Takes place about 15 years after TPM. Obi-Wan's POV of
'Persuasion.'
Feedback: Someone's still with me? By all means let me know.
Any and all forms of feedback are appreciated greatly.
We eat our dinner in silence. I think of this man who is called
my Padawan, and wonder what place I have in his life. If not a
Master, then what? Am I just a teacher to him, or something
more? As my thoughts drift I think back on my own
apprenticeship, on my own Master. In some ways there is little
difference from my life then and now. I still do not control my
destiny, I submit to the wishes of the Council and the Force.
That I teach now instead of being taught does not seem such a
large thing to me. Merely a difference in perspective. A clink
of dishes alerts me to Anakin's rising. I absently murmur my
thanks.
It has been over 14 years since Qui-Gon died, and still I miss
him. Sometimes, in the depths of my dreams I can feel him
reaching for me, as though he longs to be with me yet. But
always the day comes, always the dreams end, and my heart is
shattered anew with each breaking of the dawn.
My thoughts are broken as Anakin comes back from clearing our
dishes and sits beside me. I glance up at him, then continue in
my thoughts.
"Obi-Wan." I have not heard my name whispered in that fashion
for longer than I care to remember. And certainly not from this
man beside me. I vaguely feel that something is not right here,
yet nothing concrete occurs to me. He gently runs his hand
along my cheek and to my neck, pulling my head toward his. That
little buzz of warning is growing more insistent now. I turn my
attention to discerning what it is. Before I know it his lips
are on mine, his tongue flits out...
I pull back quickly, shaking my head slowly as if to clear it.
"Anakin! What are you doing?"
"Kissing you." He speaks calmly, as though this were the most
natural thing in the world. Doesn't he know what could happen
to us? In confusion I attempt to stand, to distance myself, but
his grasp holds me there.
"Anakin, listen... we can't... the Code..." No, not this again.
Qui-Gon and I loved each other with purity beyond compare, yet
there was always fear. The fear of being caught, the fear of
punishment, and worst of all, the fear of being separated. It
was worth it, but oh, how hard it was.
"Yes we can." I have started to tremble by now, feeling
confused and vulnerable. I fear there is a missing piece, some
clue I have yet to figure out, some force I am simply not
recognizing. "I erected a Force shield," He stands up, still
with my wrist in his hand, "No one will ever know." With one
swift motion I am in his arms, being carried to his room. He
whispers again in my ear, "No one."
Was that how my words sounded, when I spoke them to my beloved?
Did I sound as though the Dark had swallowed me whole, leaving
only seductive grace behind? A shudder runs though me. Surely
not, Qui-Gon would never have allowed me in his bed if that had
been so. But yet I wonder.
We have reached his room, and he lies me down on his bed. I
look up at him, pleading with out words for I know not what. He
smiles, sitting down gently on the edge of the bed. He reachs
out and undoes my sash, then pushes aside my tunics. As his
hand begins to caress skin I freeze, willing my self to run,
hide, do anything but lie here helpless. He must have felt me
tense, for now he removes his hand. He steps back and
efficiently strips down to his leggings. Having done this he
comes back to the bed and lies down on top of me. Settling
himself he goes back to removing my clothes. Something in me
breaks, I must speak. "Why Anakin?"
He regards me thoughtfully for a minute before replying simply,
"Because I want to." This is not good. He finishes with my
tunics and removes my leggings, shifting his weight and urging
my hips up to get them off. Some part of my brain screams at me
to run, but something is holding me back. I watch him look down
my body, following his gaze with my own. When I see my arousal
things begin to click into place, something is not right here,
oh... "What did you give me?" I manage to ask.
"Nothing much," he informs me with assurance in his voice. His
hands wander down my chest, following the path of his eyes. By
now I am starting to recognize exactly what is going on now. He
drugged me, brought me here, and now... oh Force... he's going
to... "Let me go!" I pull away, hoping against hope that I am
wrong.
"No," is the only reply he gives, and it scares me. There is
something in his eyes, something that has always been there,
but only now is dominating the darkening pupils. I struggle
against him, knowing it is useless but I have to try. It has
been many years since I could beat him in weaponless combat.
He manages to flip me onto my stomach, the worst possible
position to be in. As I continue to struggle he grabs my
wrists, forcing my arms above my head until they are touching
the wall. At the same time his longer legs hook under mine,
stilling them and forcing them apart in one clean movement. I
can now feel his erection digging into me, there is no doubt in
his intentions.
I stop my movement, accepting briefly the truth of how
thoroughly I am trapped. "Please, Anakin, don't do this..." I
am begging now, but I don't care. And neither, evidently, does
he. He shifts slightly, then I feel cuffs snap around my
wrists. With his hands now free his slips out of his leggings
and settles back on me, kissing the back of my neck while
sliding one hand down my back, searching...
With one finger resting on my opening he brings his other hand
up and turns my head so he can devour me. As his tongue enters
my mouth he shoves his thumb into me. Any sound I make is
blocked by Anakin's mouth. When he releases my head I let it
fall back on to the pillow with a soft moan. He fumbles for
something on his bedside table, then I feel cool oil being
poured into the small of my back.
I know I make another noise when he pulls out of me, coating
his fingers with oil. No, this can't be happening... two
fingers entering this time, leaving a slightly painful burning
sensation. He twists them, searching until the pleasure begins
to over ride the pain. I think I am making some noise now...
but I can't really tell...
His erection is nudging me now... no... oh force... please...
no one has been there since Qui...no!! I hear something like a
scream, I think it's me, when he pushes inside me, I know I'm
struggling again. /Master, Master! Help!/
But of course there was no reply. Anakin's shields keep all my
cries from leaving our quarters. He is thrusting now, deep
inside me. As he reaches around to stroke me, I go limp. I've
lost. By the time I come there are tears running softly down my
cheeks, barley discernible from the sweat already pooling
there. He thrusts again, and again, then there is the
unmistakable sensation of seed being spilt inside me.
He collapses, bringing me down with him. After a short rest he
releases my wrist and spoons up behind me. My thoughts are in
complete disorder, partly, I suspect, on account of whatever he
used to drug me. He kisses my forehead, then mutters a single
word, "Sleep."
Without any strength or even desire to counter the Suggestion,
I slip thankfully into oblivion. And in my dreams, it is
Qui-Gon that holds me, and I am safe.
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