Passing (Star Wars: Anakin/Obi-Wan)
Title: Passing
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala
Prompt: Passing
Word Count: 825
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Contains het! But there's slash, too. :)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Anakin/Obi-Wan would be canon. And graphic.
Author's Notes: Beta by Microsoft Word
Let them pass into the Force.
Yeah, right. Anakin stalked through the corridors of the Jedi Temple, absolutely horrified by the lecture he had just attended. All humanoid Padawans that were of reproductive age had been required to attend, and Anakin was sure that all of them had been just as horrified as he had. Except maybe Ferus Olin. That boy took everything seriously.
No, Mace Windu had given them a lecture on reproduction and mating urges. Had Mace Windu ever even had sex? Apparently not, if his recommendations were any indication. The lecture had been pretty much a standard biology lesson until Master Windu had started talking about urges and what they should do if they had them. Apparently it was a problem, and they should just release their lust into the Force.
Come on, hadn't the guy ever heard of a good wank? Surely that would be just as good at releasing lustful feelings as meditation. Probably better, because Anakin hated to meditate. And now he was conflicted. He'd spent an hour being lectured to about sex by Mace Windu, which was enough to keep the most determined creatures from mating. But he'd also been thinking about sex for an hour, which put his teenage hormones on overdrive.
Lust is not shameful, but neither is it productive for a Jedi. We do not form attachments, nor do we raise families, so sexual intercourse is not worth a Jedi's time or consideration. Lust is something to be accepted and let go, not acted upon.
Well, Mace was a little late on that. Not that Anakin had actually had sex with anyone, but "acted upon" was open to interpretation. He was sixteen, for crying out loud. He'd been having urges for years, and he'd taken care of it himself, without the advice of some stuffy Council member who hated him.
When he arrived at his room, Anakin palmed open the door, threw his books down on a chair and flopped down on the bed. A noise from the other room made him look up.
"Anakin," came a silken voice, "my, how you've grown." Padmé, beautiful Padmé, whom he hadn't seen in seven years, was standing naked in the doorway. Soft light filtered in through the window, illuminating her like the angel he imagined her to be.
"Padmé," he tried to say, "how did you -"
He was silenced by a quick shake of her head, indicating he didn't need to know. He wasn't about to argue with her. She moved toward him, settling her slight weight on top of his, straddling his hips. Seconds later, his mouth was claiming hers in a desperate kiss, void of any finesse, but full of longing.
Her skin was warm to his touch, soft and supple. He tried to touch her, but she pushed his hands away, whispering meaningless words as she undressed him. He kissed her again, this time softly, slowly. She moved her lips from his, trailing a line of kisses down his jaw to his neck and lower, across his chest and stomach. It took Anakin a moment before he realized her intent, and he bit his lip hard, not wanting to embarrass himself.
When Padmé's tongue found his cock, Anakin couldn't control the upward thrust of his hips. Her mouth was warm and wet and so very much not his hand. Anakin could have believed he had died and gone to heaven. Padmé's mouth was incredibly talented, her tongue swirling around the head of Anakin's cock, her lips applying just the right amount of suction as they moved up and down. Her beard was a little scratchy, but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation.
Wait. Beard?
Anakin looked down, but it was not Padmé he saw. Instead, his eyes were met with the countenance of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan looked up at Anakin, his nose buried in the soft nest of pubic hair at the base of Anakin's erection. He swallowed around Anakin's cock, and Anakin came fiercely, without warning, letting out a loud cry.
When Anakin opened his eyes again, he was alone in his room. Alone and fully clothed, despite the uncomfortable stickiness in his pants. He had fallen asleep after the lecture. It was not the first time he had experienced an erotic dream featuring Padmé, but it was the first time she had been replaced by his most decidedly male master.
If Anakin had been a different person, he might have been bothered that he'd had a dream about another man. As it was, it simply worried him that it was about his master. Surely that wasn't something a Padawan was supposed to do. Even if said master was the sexiest Jedi in the Order.
Anakin sighed as he cleaned up. Maybe he should take Mace Windu's advice after all and release his lust into the Force. Dreams like these weren't something he could hide from Obi-Wan forever. Hopefully they were just passing.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala
Prompt: Passing
Word Count: 825
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Contains het! But there's slash, too. :)
Disclaimer: If they were mine, Anakin/Obi-Wan would be canon. And graphic.
Author's Notes: Beta by Microsoft Word
Let them pass into the Force.
Yeah, right. Anakin stalked through the corridors of the Jedi Temple, absolutely horrified by the lecture he had just attended. All humanoid Padawans that were of reproductive age had been required to attend, and Anakin was sure that all of them had been just as horrified as he had. Except maybe Ferus Olin. That boy took everything seriously.
No, Mace Windu had given them a lecture on reproduction and mating urges. Had Mace Windu ever even had sex? Apparently not, if his recommendations were any indication. The lecture had been pretty much a standard biology lesson until Master Windu had started talking about urges and what they should do if they had them. Apparently it was a problem, and they should just release their lust into the Force.
Come on, hadn't the guy ever heard of a good wank? Surely that would be just as good at releasing lustful feelings as meditation. Probably better, because Anakin hated to meditate. And now he was conflicted. He'd spent an hour being lectured to about sex by Mace Windu, which was enough to keep the most determined creatures from mating. But he'd also been thinking about sex for an hour, which put his teenage hormones on overdrive.
Lust is not shameful, but neither is it productive for a Jedi. We do not form attachments, nor do we raise families, so sexual intercourse is not worth a Jedi's time or consideration. Lust is something to be accepted and let go, not acted upon.
Well, Mace was a little late on that. Not that Anakin had actually had sex with anyone, but "acted upon" was open to interpretation. He was sixteen, for crying out loud. He'd been having urges for years, and he'd taken care of it himself, without the advice of some stuffy Council member who hated him.
When he arrived at his room, Anakin palmed open the door, threw his books down on a chair and flopped down on the bed. A noise from the other room made him look up.
"Anakin," came a silken voice, "my, how you've grown." Padmé, beautiful Padmé, whom he hadn't seen in seven years, was standing naked in the doorway. Soft light filtered in through the window, illuminating her like the angel he imagined her to be.
"Padmé," he tried to say, "how did you -"
He was silenced by a quick shake of her head, indicating he didn't need to know. He wasn't about to argue with her. She moved toward him, settling her slight weight on top of his, straddling his hips. Seconds later, his mouth was claiming hers in a desperate kiss, void of any finesse, but full of longing.
Her skin was warm to his touch, soft and supple. He tried to touch her, but she pushed his hands away, whispering meaningless words as she undressed him. He kissed her again, this time softly, slowly. She moved her lips from his, trailing a line of kisses down his jaw to his neck and lower, across his chest and stomach. It took Anakin a moment before he realized her intent, and he bit his lip hard, not wanting to embarrass himself.
When Padmé's tongue found his cock, Anakin couldn't control the upward thrust of his hips. Her mouth was warm and wet and so very much not his hand. Anakin could have believed he had died and gone to heaven. Padmé's mouth was incredibly talented, her tongue swirling around the head of Anakin's cock, her lips applying just the right amount of suction as they moved up and down. Her beard was a little scratchy, but it wasn't an unpleasant sensation.
Wait. Beard?
Anakin looked down, but it was not Padmé he saw. Instead, his eyes were met with the countenance of Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan looked up at Anakin, his nose buried in the soft nest of pubic hair at the base of Anakin's erection. He swallowed around Anakin's cock, and Anakin came fiercely, without warning, letting out a loud cry.
When Anakin opened his eyes again, he was alone in his room. Alone and fully clothed, despite the uncomfortable stickiness in his pants. He had fallen asleep after the lecture. It was not the first time he had experienced an erotic dream featuring Padmé, but it was the first time she had been replaced by his most decidedly male master.
If Anakin had been a different person, he might have been bothered that he'd had a dream about another man. As it was, it simply worried him that it was about his master. Surely that wasn't something a Padawan was supposed to do. Even if said master was the sexiest Jedi in the Order.
Anakin sighed as he cleaned up. Maybe he should take Mace Windu's advice after all and release his lust into the Force. Dreams like these weren't something he could hide from Obi-Wan forever. Hopefully they were just passing.