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Title: Seasons May Change (2/3)
Pairing: Obi/Ani
Timeframe: Mid-late RotS, minus Padme and the robotic arm
Rating: PG-13/R for swearing, sex
AN: Based on the idea that Jedi's were based off of Samurai warriors and apprentices were to 'service' their Masters
Disclaimer: Georgie has the right to sue my arse...
Part One
The next day, Anakin had returned back to himself. While in the weeks following immediately, there was never any rage quite like that, there were times with Obi-Wan could feel the angry, violent Anakin underneath. Obi-Wan feared the hidden Anakin, not for his safety, but for his lover's.
There were some nights when Obi-Wan felt he must have imagined the entire episode. Nights when Anakin would lay himself bare and give his old master everything. Nights when Obi-Wan almost saw that little boy from Tatooine all over. And there were some nights where Obi-Wan forgot who was Master and who was Padawan. Always in love, of course.
It was a changing time, however. The little peace they felt while they were together began to slip away slowly, like water through their fingers. It took it's toll on both of them, if truth was to be spoken.
Obi-Wan felt old and tired. Nights became his drug. He wanted his sex hard and fast, and was almost as ruthless as Anakin had been that night. With his release, he would also let his emotions drain away and fall asleep until another day found him exhausted and discouraged.
Anakin suffered from intense mood swings. He could seem so carefree at times that he seemed like a ten year old and then he might seem so depressed and bitter that he seemed older than even Master Yoda.
The Force was shifting. Tension ran high, matters were purposely forgotten to avoid the extra energy spent. Soon, they even stopped making love, the energy required and the highs that came out of it so exhausting and short lived there was no point.
They were strangers, except for the gentle looks over meals, the familiar fingers over unfamiliar wounds. Yet even these became more and more rare, more fleeting.
Obi-Wan could feel the unease and bitterness mounting in Anakin, he learned to accept those nights when some monster invaded what they had once called their home. To meditate, to forget where he was as the beast named Anakin took him savagely. To nod each morning, accept the unspoken apology.
It was after one such occasion that Obi-Wan awoke to find his bed empty, the spot where Anakin always lay in the morning cold and untouched.
Instead, he found Anakin on the living room floor, a broken droid scattered around the carpet. He didn't look up, but he spoke softly. "I'm sorry, I can't control it anymore." He said simply
"It's a hard time, Anakin." He reached over, patted his old padawan's shoulder softly before retreating again.
"I'm a Jedi Knight, I should have known better-"
"And I'm a Jedi Master, I shouldn't have felt for you the way I did." The minute he said it, he knew he'd regret those words.
"You used to tell me all the time, how much you loved me." Anakin accused softly. Obi-Wan knew what was coming. "Do you still love me?" He looked up to meet his former Master's eyes
"Of course I do, Ani..." Obi-Wan started before Anakin cut him off
"Say it, Master. I need to hear you say it again." Anakin pleaded, his lower lip trembling as he crawled desperately forwards. "Say it, and it can go back to how it was, okay?"
Obi-Wan shut his eyes and shivered as he felt a rough, warm hand on his cheek. "Anakin.... I... I can't, I'm sorry."
A sob ran through Anakin's throat as the hand was whipped away. And through the sound of his own heart breaking, he heard the door to their apartment close, and knew it would be the last time he'd see his Anakin again.
Pairing: Obi/Ani
Timeframe: Mid-late RotS, minus Padme and the robotic arm
Rating: PG-13/R for swearing, sex
AN: Based on the idea that Jedi's were based off of Samurai warriors and apprentices were to 'service' their Masters
Disclaimer: Georgie has the right to sue my arse...
Part One
The next day, Anakin had returned back to himself. While in the weeks following immediately, there was never any rage quite like that, there were times with Obi-Wan could feel the angry, violent Anakin underneath. Obi-Wan feared the hidden Anakin, not for his safety, but for his lover's.
There were some nights when Obi-Wan felt he must have imagined the entire episode. Nights when Anakin would lay himself bare and give his old master everything. Nights when Obi-Wan almost saw that little boy from Tatooine all over. And there were some nights where Obi-Wan forgot who was Master and who was Padawan. Always in love, of course.
It was a changing time, however. The little peace they felt while they were together began to slip away slowly, like water through their fingers. It took it's toll on both of them, if truth was to be spoken.
Obi-Wan felt old and tired. Nights became his drug. He wanted his sex hard and fast, and was almost as ruthless as Anakin had been that night. With his release, he would also let his emotions drain away and fall asleep until another day found him exhausted and discouraged.
Anakin suffered from intense mood swings. He could seem so carefree at times that he seemed like a ten year old and then he might seem so depressed and bitter that he seemed older than even Master Yoda.
The Force was shifting. Tension ran high, matters were purposely forgotten to avoid the extra energy spent. Soon, they even stopped making love, the energy required and the highs that came out of it so exhausting and short lived there was no point.
They were strangers, except for the gentle looks over meals, the familiar fingers over unfamiliar wounds. Yet even these became more and more rare, more fleeting.
Obi-Wan could feel the unease and bitterness mounting in Anakin, he learned to accept those nights when some monster invaded what they had once called their home. To meditate, to forget where he was as the beast named Anakin took him savagely. To nod each morning, accept the unspoken apology.
It was after one such occasion that Obi-Wan awoke to find his bed empty, the spot where Anakin always lay in the morning cold and untouched.
Instead, he found Anakin on the living room floor, a broken droid scattered around the carpet. He didn't look up, but he spoke softly. "I'm sorry, I can't control it anymore." He said simply
"It's a hard time, Anakin." He reached over, patted his old padawan's shoulder softly before retreating again.
"I'm a Jedi Knight, I should have known better-"
"And I'm a Jedi Master, I shouldn't have felt for you the way I did." The minute he said it, he knew he'd regret those words.
"You used to tell me all the time, how much you loved me." Anakin accused softly. Obi-Wan knew what was coming. "Do you still love me?" He looked up to meet his former Master's eyes
"Of course I do, Ani..." Obi-Wan started before Anakin cut him off
"Say it, Master. I need to hear you say it again." Anakin pleaded, his lower lip trembling as he crawled desperately forwards. "Say it, and it can go back to how it was, okay?"
Obi-Wan shut his eyes and shivered as he felt a rough, warm hand on his cheek. "Anakin.... I... I can't, I'm sorry."
A sob ran through Anakin's throat as the hand was whipped away. And through the sound of his own heart breaking, he heard the door to their apartment close, and knew it would be the last time he'd see his Anakin again.