White Scarf Night

by Bonny ( BonnyMagret@hotmail.com )

Category: Humor

Rating: R for a little heavy handling

Pairing: Ani and Obi, but not `together' together

Warnings: none

Spoilers - none

Summary: Jedi Rita asked for Ani stories. Alex expanded on that, offering to give points for extras like eyeliner, body piercings and autoerotic asphyxiation. Can anything take the fun out of all that? Blame them.

Feedback: are you kidding? Of course!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Lucas thought these guys up, and owns them entirely. I am just trying to bring them to life off screen. I make no money off them; if anything I lose money because of all the time and attention they demand.

Author's note: This little baby is unbeta'd, unedited and about as raw as it can get. It was literally written in the dark. All errors are totally my own.

Anakin couldn't believe that Obi-Wan would make him appear in public in this get-up. Black leather leggings that laced up the front, so tight he could feel the seam in the crack of his butt. That was quite uncomfortable. He'd have to unlace them then re-lace them every time he needed to pee and they were so tight that he wasn't sure he could get them off and then back over his hips quickly, if need be.. A sleeveless black shirt of some kind of stretchy filmy stuff that clung to his upper torso. It wouldn't have been too bad if it weren't for all the metal studs and chains that hung from it. No tunic, no undertunic, no smalls. A pair of heavy black boots with some kind of pocket on the side of the calf completed the outfit.

Now he was being made to sit here while Obi-Wan painted his face. Obi-Wan carefully traced a black line across the edge of his eyelid. It tickled.

"Sit still, padawan," Obi-Wan admonished. "If you keep twitching, I'll poke out your eye."

"So you say. You should try to sit here while I tickle your eyelashes and see how still you can be."

"It isn't that bad," Obi-Wan said, then added with a touch of sarcasm. "Besides, you are starting to look quite fetching."

"This is so stupid. Why are we doing this? Because some dumb Senator wants me to participate in some local ritual? Why doesn't he want you, Master?" Anakin looked up as Obi-Wan leaned back admiring his handiwork. "You are so much better at pretending that you are having fun than I am."

"Because I'm too old. Now, tilt your head over and close the other eye."

Again, the tickle on the edge of the eyelid. It was all Anakin could do not to writhe away.

"No, you just don't want to have to tie your leggings up like this," Anakin said, pulling on the edge of one of the laces. "Or drag all these chains around on your chest.'

"Open your eyes." Obi-Wan pulled out a small long cylindrical object and withdrew a long thin stick with a tiny brush on the end. He started drawing it up Anakin's eyelashes, from eyelid to tip. It wasn't as bad as the eyeliner had been, but it wasn't comfortable either.

"What now?" Anakin asked.

"Mascara," his Master answered.

"Massacre? I thought this was supposed to be some kind of a party!"

"Mascara. Make up," Obi-Wan chastised his padawan. "And stop being such a child about this. It's a local custom and we are their guests and you will behave accordingly."

Obi-Wan started to smooth some darkish looking goo underneath each of Anakin's eyes. "Now you are making me look like a raccoon," Anakin whined. "I look totally ridiculous already and you're making it worse by the nanosecond."

"Open your mouth," Obi-Wan instructed. As soon as Anakin complied, Obi-Wan started painting the outline of the upper lip a bright scarlet.

"Oh, no. This is too much." Anakin started to protest, but felt his head gripped in a tight Force-hold.

"I said hold still," Obi-Wan seethed. "This isn't any more fun for me than it is for you. How do you think I would feel if other masters saw you like this? I'd never hear the end of it. So just shut up and put up."

Anakin couldn't reply. Obi-Wan pulled a packet from his pocket and unfolded it on to the table. It contained something that looked like a needle and several small metallic objects that Anakin didn't recognize. He held up the needle and applied a touch of the Force until it glowed red at the tip. Without a moment's hesitation, he pinched Anakin's eyebrow near the bridge of his nose and made a quick sharp jab.

Anakin tried to screech, but he couldn't move. One of the little metal objects disappeared off the table top. Another jab, this one next to the first, and yet another of the small metal objects was taken up. Five more jabs, one on the side of his nose, one in the other eyebrow, two in one earlobe and one in the other and the rest of the small metal objects were out of the packet. Anakin felt a touch of healing warmth from his master's fingertips and the hold was released. Immediately, he looked into the mirror and saw that the small metal objects were now suspended from and through the holes his master had pierced through his flesh.

"Youch! What is all that for?" He gingerly touched one of the loops that now hung from his nose, wincing at the soreness.

"They call it `body piercing'," his master answered calmly. "The holes will grow closed when the rings are removed. You'll never know that they were there."

"I know it now. Oww." Anakin heard the whine in his voice again. It sounded quite unbecoming an almost adult padawan.

Just as he was observing these new ornaments in the mirror, he felt something cold and slimy on his head. His master was rubbing some kind of gel or slime into his hair, pulling and twisting his fingers through the short hair until the strands started to stick together as the substance dried. Now it looked like he'd caught himself in an electrical current arc and gotten stuck and then painted his head purple. Anakin reached up to touch the spikes sticking out at all angles from his head. They were stiff at the tips where they had dried and a little damp and sticky closer to his head. A sweet cloying smell emanated from his hair.

"Oh, Master, please tell me this is all a practical joke."

In all seriousness, Obi-Wan looked his padawan in the eye; a well- painted quite sexy eye, at that. "You will behave, Anakin. As Jedi, it is our job to make our hosts feel that we accept them and their customs. You will do whatever is asked of you." Obi-Wan glowered at bit. "And you will do so with grace and in the spirit of universal cooperation."

"Yes, Master." Anakin's tone of voice was that of the reluctant padawan who must placate his master and accept his lot without protest. "What else will be expected of me?"

"I'm not quite sure," Obi-Wan answered. "I tried to research the custom in the archives, but there was little information available. As best I can tell, the custom has something to do with puberty and coming-of-age, but I could not find any reference to any physical contact between the participants. So, if I were you, I would just stop worrying and go with the flow."

"Yes, Master." Again the reluctant voice.

"Come," Obi-Wan pulled his cloak about him and led the way to the door. Anakin reached for his cloak, but Obi-Wan removed it from his hands. "No. You must wear only the clothing they have provided." With that, he draped a soft length of silky white material around Anakin's neck, straightened the fringe at its ends, and swept out of the quarters, followed one step behind and beside by his padawan.

The banquet room was bathed in the soft light of a thousand candles. Wine in crystal pitchers were on every table, with ample goblets for the occupants. Several other young men dressed in outfits similar to Anakin's were arrayed around the tables, all with various metallic items attached to their flesh, all with their faces painted in a similar manner. Numerous older men were also in attendance, but Obi- Wan did not see any females. Must be something about male bonding, he thought to himself. He started to pass this thought to his padawan through the training bond, but the look on Anakin's face of carefully controlled misery stopped him.

Their host approached and led them to a table near the center of the circular hall. Three other young men occupied the table, along with two older men. Introductions revealed that these were father-son pairs. Anakin was seated between the host's son and another young man. While engaging his host and the other fathers in conversation, Obi-Wan tried to remain mindful of his padawan's discussions. It was apparent that the boy was more interested in finding out what was in store than he was in making new friends.

"Hey, this is my fourth year" one of the young men was saying. Obviously, this wasn't a one-time event.

"Second for me," said the son of the host.

The last young man, looking less confident than his peers, admitted that it was his "first time out."

"Out?" Anakin repeated.

"Well, you know," the boy answered.

"No, I don't," Anakin said. "Could you tell me?"

Just as the boy started to talk, a bell rang and the older men all reached forward taking two goblets each from the table and passing the pitcher of wine to fill them. The men handed a goblet to their younger companions and they twined their arms, putting the goblets to their mouths carefully to avoid spilling. `Massor av onani" the older men toasted the younger, both emptying the goblets in a single long drink.

The Host looked toward Obi-Wan, who immediately picked up two filled goblets and repeated the action with his padawan. "Massor av onani" he repeated, hoping his pronunciation was correct, watching as his padawan drank down the wine.

The goblets were put back on the table, and the conversation resumed. A quarter of an hour later the bell chimed again. This time, the men filled one goblet full and the second held only a half portion of wine. The full goblets were handed to the young men, and the arm-twining and toasting were repeated. Obi-Wan performed the same ritual as the others, again watching as his padawan drank down the wine.

Again, the goblets were put back on the table. With the next bell, the glasses for the young men were again filled full, and the older men had just a swallow of wine for themselves. After the toast, the young men tilted back and drank their wine down. This time, the goblets were returned to the table with somewhat less steady hands, his padawan's included.

Obi-Wan was becoming concerned. His apprentice was not accustomed to drinking a large quantity of alcohol in a short period of time. He consoled himself with the thought that the other young men did not appear to be in any worse condition than did Anakin, and at least now Anakin wasn't complaining about his appearance.

The bell rang again. This time, only one goblet was filled and handed to the young men. The older men all said `dricka fargidt' as the young men, somewhat sloppily, drank down and emptied their glasses. Obi-Wan repeated the toast to Anakin, who smiled unsteadily back at his master as he drained his drink.

Patting the boys on the back, the older men all pushed forward their charges, who made their way unsteadily to the ring in center of the room. The area was filled with pillows, cushions and rugs and surrounded by a latticed railing that separated it from the area containing the tables and chairs. The boys stumbled down onto the floor, arranging themselves with their feet toward the middle of the circle. Anakin smiled broadly and clumsily at his master, who passed back his reassurances through the training bond. //Just follow their example. Do whatever they do// he instructed. Anakin just smiled back and Obi-Wan wasn't at all sure that he had heard the message.

Obi-Wan thought nothing of it when the boys started tying all of the white scarves to the railing around the circle. He smiled when his padawan's face contracted with an effort of concentration that the task should not have required. But when the young men all leaned back against the latticed railing and began to tie the other end of the scarves around their necks, Obi-Wan began to worry.

Certainly these men would not place their children at risk of harm. So he took no action when Anakin compliantly tied his scarf around his own neck in imitation of the other young men, settling down on the cushions in a similar posture.

Then each of the young men began to unlace his leggings. It was rather slow going, since they were all fumbling a bit. The next thing Obi-Wan knew, they had all pulled soft penises out and were displaying them to one another. Small vials of oil were produced from the pockets in the boots and applied. Then the handling began in earnest. Obi-Wan had not known to supply his padawan with oil, but that seemed not to deter the young man, who had produced a prodigious member which was already showing up the rest of the gathering. The more they pulled and stroked, the lower they sank onto the cushions and the tighter the white silk scarves became. And the more worried Obi-Wan became.

Suddenly, a young man near Anakin grunted out his pleasure as he spurted out his release. A round of applause followed and an older man from Obi-Wan's table went forward and untied the scarf from around the neck of the red-faced and exhausted participant, then kneeled behind the railing to untie the other end of the scarf. One after another, so it went on. The room rang out with the grunts and groans of the young men as they worked on themselves, pulling their scarves tighter and tighter. The smell of sex, damp leather and sweat filled Obi-Wan's nostrils, which wrinkled involuntarily in distaste.

Obi-Wan tried to monitor Anakin through the training bond, but had little success, whether due to Anakin's inebriation or suffocation, he wasn't sure. Obi-Wan kept a close watch on his padawan instead. He couldn't quite figure out the purpose or sense of this ritual, but it was clearly accepted by all present. Anakin pulled and stroked, now tight and hard, now softer and more tenderly. Obi-Wan had never seen his padawan in a state of sexual arousal and was taken aback by the size of the hard red shaft that Anakin was working. Anakin, for his part, seemed oblivious to the audience attending his actions. The more he appeared to be absorbed in the task at hand, the lower he sank onto his cushion and the tighter the scarf became. The tighter the scarf became, the redder Anakin's face turned.

About the time that Obi-Wan was becoming seriously concerned about his padawan's health, most of the other boys having already obtained their releases, Anakin let out a groan that belied the lack of oxygen he must have suffered and shot out a stream of semen a greater distance and quantity than had been seen before. The applause of the company was impressive, as had been Anakin's exhibition.

Trying to look nonchalant, Obi-Wan went to the railing behind Anakin and untied the scarf from around the boy's neck, wincing as he heard the almost-desperate intake of breath that followed its release. The applause was still ringing through the room.

The remaining boys climaxed and, after a pause, the participants all stood, were hugged by their older attendants, and restored their clothing. Except for the silk scarves, which were now wrapped around the necks of the older men. Oh, Sith, Obi-Wan worried. Was there a second half to his ritual that involved him?

Anakin rose, grinning from ear to ear as he tucked himself back into his pants and laced them up. "Are you all right, padawan," Obi-Wan asked in genuine concern.

"Never better," Anakin responded heartily. "That was awesome."

"Awesome? I thought it was quite frightening." Obi-Wan whispered, as he gave his apprentice a hug. "It could be very dangerous."

Anakin laughed into his master's ear. "Oh, Master. You never knew. Sometimes you just don't see what's in front of your face. How do you think I managed to make friends among the other padawans when I was brought to the Temple? I had to be able to do something that they couldn't. I had never seen a swimming pool in my life. You took me for the very first time. Remember?"

"Yes," Obi-Wan said, smiling. "No one could believe that you came from Tatooine, where every drop of water is at a premium. You jumped in and stayed under so long I had to come after you. I never did figure out how you did that."

"Master, have you ever smelled a bantha? Up close? You'd quickly learn to hold your breath for a long time if you had to be around them very much."

"I can well imagine," Obi-Wan chuckled. "But what does that have to do with this show you just put on and making friends at the Temple?"

"Patience, Master," Anakin was smirking a bit. "They bet me that I couldn't do it – pull myself off underwater without surfacing. Dared me to try. If there is one way to break the ice with a bunch of boys, it's to take them up on a dare and succeed. I had a ten-day to practice. But you kept jumping in and pulling me out. So I had to finish practicing in the tub."

"I remember," Obi-Wan mused. "You seemed inordinately enamored of baths that first few weeks."

"I hope you don't think that it was a frivolous use of the Force to help me hold my breath so long," Anakin said as they returned to their table, which was now laden with food and drink, and joined their former companions in serving themselves a meal. Anakin joined in with a conversation among the younger men, and Obi-Wan turned to his Host.

"Might I inquire as to the symbolism of this ritual?" he asked quite politely.

"Symbolism?" his host responded. "I don't know that there is any symbolism."

"Then how did the ritual come about?" Obi-Wan was perplexed. Rituals had a purpose. They were a reflection of the culture that practiced them and therefore, there must be a reason why such a tradition had developed.

"Ah," chuckled the Host. "We've been doing this for centuries here. You see, we had a leader a few hundred years ago who found his son hanging from the rafters in his room, a white silk scarf tied around his neck, and with an erection that had survived the boy's death. Our ancestors determined that should never happen again. So we started this little game.

All boys are going to experiment. And scarfing, as I believe it is called, can be a very dangerous game. So once a year, in a very formal traditional setting, it's sanctioned. Our young men are encouraged to participate for at least five years. They quickly learn how to manage the tension on the scarf with their weight and to do it in the company of others. We, their fathers or guardians, are here to be sure that they don't make any mistakes. The white scarves became part of the ritual, too. It's the traditional gift to a new father and quite an honour to be given one that has been handed down in the family for generations."

"Ah," Obi-Wan smiled as he nodded his head. "So the idea is not quite as enticing an idea any longer."

"Besides which," the Host went on, "it's a good excuse for a party without our ladies around. They don't want to watch, and we enjoy an evening of just the guys. They don't ask what's going on, and we don't offer to tell them. They just know that it's a rite of passage for their sons and use it as an opportunity to have a ladies night out while we are gone."

"I think I understand," Obi-Wan said. "But why the make up and leather costumes?

The Host beamed back at his Jedi guest. "What fun is a party unless you get to dress up outrageously? You must agree with me that they look ridiculous in these outfits."

"Yes," Obi-Wan laughed. "I almost didn't manage to get my apprentice to come out of the room. "And the body piercings? Is that part of the ritual too?" Obi-Wan queried, getting into the spirit of the evening and quaffing down a glass of wine.

"They hurt. That's the purpose. Would the boys want to do that if they didn't have to already once a year? One day a year I can stand to look at my son with a ring through is nose. If it weren't part of the ritual, they would probably want to have them all year long! Can you imagine?"

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