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FIC: FEVER MATE (4/4, NC-17, Obi-Wan/Anakin, Anakin/Padme, Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme)
TITLE: Fever Mate
AUTHOR:generale_kenobi
GENRE: romance, angst, AU
PAIRING: Obi-Wan/Anakin, Anakin/Padme, Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Het! Anakin helps Het! Obi-Wan during a moment of need, but it leads to unexpected complications. My first attempt at writing a threesome.
Part 4
The following days were full of tension and uneasy silences. Many a time Anakin sensed Obi-Wan’s gaze rest on him, but every time he tried to meet it, the older man turned his head away.
At night, in their bed, Padme tried to soothe Anakin’s fear he might had driven his Master away. She reassured him telling him Obi-Wan just needed time to think, and that whatever decision he would reach, he would never pull away from Anakin. They loved each other too much, even if, maybe, in different ways, for it to happen.
Thus Anakin resigned himself to wait for Obi-Wan’s next move, harbouring the hope the older man would accept his offer of love.
Finally, ten days after their talk, the moment of truth arrived.
It was evening and Anakin was sitting in the living room, taking notes for the Jedi Starfighter piloting manual he was helping to write.
The apartment was silent because Padme had left that morning for a brief diplomatic mission, and the twins were spending the night in the Crèche.
Obi-Wan was home too, but the door between their quarters was closed. Anakin looked at it, wondering if he should use this opportunity to talk to his friend, because the tension of the past days was getting on his nerves.
He almost jumped when he saw Obi-Wan standing on the threshold of the now open door. He put his datapad away and forced a smile.
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said as a greeting, trying to read the emotions of his Master’s face.
“Anakin.” Obi-Wan crossed the room until he stood near the couch where Anakin was sitting.
“Do you need something?” Anakin asked, wetting his lips.
Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes. I thought we might talk, since we are alone.”
Anakin sat straighter as he nodded. His heart started beating a little faster as he watched his Master take a seat in front of him.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan began, “I’ve been thinking of what you told me. Of you loving me and desiring me.”
Anakin nodded, and silently urged Obi-Wan to go on.
“Well, I can’t say I understand what you feel or what you want from me. I’ve never felt “desire”—or perhaps, I have, when I was a teenager and longed for Siri’s kisses and caresses, but all was lost when we decided not to pursue our love. My fever periods have never been joyous moments for me…Can you imagine what does it feel to lose your control and become a little more than an animal?”
“You didn’t become an animal with me, Obi-Wan. You were considerate with me. An “animal” would have hurt me, while you did everything in your power to avoid it. I’m sure it was the same with Siri.”
“Yes, maybe. But I never cared for her “pleasure”, as you called it—nor for mine. I just pursued release as the way to return to normal again. She…she was just a tool…and I am now ashamed by it. By how I treated her. By how I treated you.” Obi-Wan lowered his eyes to look at his folded hands.
Anakin leant forward and touched his friend’s arm. “Don’t feel ashamed, Obi-Wan. It’s not your fault. You are what the Force made you, and you can’t change it.”
“I know, and I’ve accepted my nature long ago. It’s just your words about “making love” and desire made me look at things in a different way.”
“I’m sorry if I caused you distress; I never meant it.” Anakin squeezed his friend’s arm.
“I’m aware you didn’t mean it, but it was one of the results of your words. The other one is…” Obi-Wan’s voice trailed off, as he looked away.
“The other one is?” Anakin pressed, his breath coming a little quicker.
“The other one is I now wish to experience what you talked about.” Obi-Wan stared straight at Anakin, his eyes very bright. “I want to make love, Anakin. If only once in my life, I want to know what it is like.”
“Master…Obi-Wan…” Anakin said in a strangled voice. His shaking hand raised to stroke the older man’s bearded cheek.
“Anakin…” Obi-Wan took his hand between his own. “Will you show me?”
Anakin had trouble speaking, so caught he was by his emotions, but he finally managed to whisper, “Yes…I will. I love you Master…you know it, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know. And I love you too, Anakin, although I never thought it would led me to this point.”
Anakin smiled, as he regained his composure. “Surprises are good, Master.” Then he sobered and his eyes posed on the older man’s lips. “May I kiss you, Obi-Wan?” he asked as he leant closer.
“Yes…”
Anakin closed the distance between them and touched his lips to Obi-Wan’s. They were dry, soft, and the sensation caused by his whiskers caressing his skin was both strange and pleasurable.
Anakin slid out his tongue to press its tip against the older man’s lips, asking for entrance. Obi-Wan’s lips opened a little and Anakin eagerly explored his mouth, trying to coax his Master’s tongue into copying his movements.
When lack of oxygen finally forced them to part, both men were flushed and panting.
Obi-Wan let out a brief laugh. “You’ve got to forgive me, Anakin. This was my first kiss in over twenty years. I’m badly out of practice.”
Anakin smiled. “I’m sure you will soon make up for the lost time.” He bent his head for another, long kiss.
After a while, kissing while sitting on two different chairs became uncomfortable. Anakin wanted to embrace and kiss Obi-Wan and he had the feeling the older man too wanted more contact between them.
“What would you think if we moved this to a more comfortable location?” Anakin breathed as they lips parted after another kiss.
“Good idea. Let’s go to my room.” Obi-Wan stood up, and in an unexpected gesture, reached out with his hand to take Anakin’s.
The younger man stood up and followed his Master to his bedroom, a room where he had been only once, when he had helped Obi-Wan to move in his belongings.
The room was tidy, neat, so very Obi-Wan’s, it made Anakin smile.
They stopped near the bed and Obi-Wan let go of Anakin’s hand, watching at his formed pupil with expectant eyes.
Anakin stepped closer and murmured. “You don’t have to wait for my lead, Master. The trick here is to do what feels good. I promise to tell you if you do something I don’t like—and you will do the same, all right?”
Obi-Wan nodded, and with a smile on his face, he pulled Anakin against his chest, kissing his again.
They pressed closer in the heat of the kiss, and Anakin moaned as he felt the proof his Master’s desire against his thighs. The press of that hardness made him almost frantic with the need to feel Obi-Wan’s skin against his own, but he controlled himself. He did not want to scare Obi-Wan by being too aggressive.
Anakin pulled away from the kiss and panted, “We are both overdressed…”
Obi-Wan nodded, and his hands moved to unbuckle his belt.
“Let me,” Anakin said, batting the hands away, and making a quick work of the buckle. He posed the belt on a nearby chair, then took off the sash from around Obi-Wan’s waist. Finally, he pushed the layers of tunics open, baring his Master’s chest.
Obi-Wan freed his arms from the tunics, as Anakin caressed his chest and belly. The younger man had never imagined one day he would think of a man as being beautiful, but Obi-Wan was. He was slender and compact, in perfect physical form.
Anakin’s fingers carded through Ob-Wan’s chest hairs, enjoying the sensation. It was so different from Padme’s or his own chest… He felt hands at his waist and realized Obi-Wan was unbuckling his belt. He quickly joined to help, and he soon found himself bare-chested and pressing against Obi-Wan, feeling that wonderful chest hair brush against his skin.
They kissed again and again, until Anakin felt Obi-Wan’s fingers slid beneath his trousers’ waistband, the touch gentle and undemanding, but there was a question in the older man’s gaze.
“Yes, do it,” Anakin said, as his own hands reached for Obi-wan’s leggings.
They quickly divested each other from their clothes and boots and finally Anakin was able to look at his Master’s naked body, as he had not been able or interested to do during the Fever.
His gaze raked the older man’s body from his shoulders to his chest, down to his belly and his strong legs, before trailing up again to his crotch.
Obi-Wan’s sex was hard and swollen. It looked to be shorter than Anakin’s but thicker.
“You are gorgeous, you know?” Anakin said breathily. “Very sexy.”
Obi-Wan blushed. “I don’t really know. I’ve never thought of myself that way…”
“Well, you are. Very much so.” Anakin smiled and reached out to take Obi-Wan in his hand. He felt hot and hard, similar to his own, yet different. He stroked slowly, watching avidly as Obi-Wan closed his eyes and rocked his hips.
It did not take long for his Master’s breath to become laboured, so Anakin stopped his ministrations. Obi-Wan was used to chasing release, not to make the experience last, and Anakin could not risk him losing control when they had barely started.
He removed his hand as Obi-Wan opened his eyes, watching him dazedly.
“Lie on the bed,” Anakin whispered, kissing his brow. “There are other things I wish us to do…”
Obi-Wan nodded and climbed into bed, stretching on his back, watching intently as Anakin knelt by his side, before lying lightly atop of him.
Obi-Wan moaned as their erections pressed together and bucked against Anakin, seeking more stimulation, as his arms surrounded the younger man’s back.
Anakin lowered his head to kiss his Master’s nose, cheeks, eyelids, as under him Obi-Wan kept on arching and wriggling to increase the friction on his aroused sex.
Anakin pushed himself up on his arms and knees, breaking the contact between them.
Obi-Wan let out an agonized moan. “Anakin…” he breathed, looking slightly desperate, “come here…I need to come…”
“Not yet, Obi-Wan.” Anakin looked down at the unbelieving eyes, “Master, making love is much more than just achieving release. It’s losing yourself in the pleasure your body and your partner’s can give you. It’s not just a headlong rush to orgasm…do you understand it?”
Obi-Wan shook his head, still painting hard, although he looked less desperate.
“Let me show you, then. I promise you will like it.” Anakin lowered himself again, half on the bed, half on Obi-Wan, as he made sure to avoid the older man’s erection.
He kissed Obi-Wan while rubbing his upper arms, trying to make him relax. Then he moved down his Master’s body, leaving a damp trail along his skin. Obi-Wan let him do it, caressing his back gently, until Anakin reached his nipples. When he licked one of the pert nubs, Obi-Wan’s fingers dug deeply into his muscles.
“Anakin!” he cried out, arching his back.
“What?” Anakin asked, as he sucked one nipple and fingered the other.
“Stop it!” Obi-Wan groaned, legs thrashing on the mattress.
“Why?” Anakin raised his head, surprised. “Don’t you like it?”
“Yes…no…I can’t stand it…it’s too much…” Obi-Wan panted, hair damp with sweat.
“No, it’s not. There is so much more pleasure you body can experience before it becomes too much.” Thus speaking, Anakin bent his head again, even if he let go of the nipples he had been tormenting. He moved his mouth down Obi-Wan’s torso, biting gently at his ribs, brushing his chest hairs with his nose, licking his belly button, until he reached the heavy sex.
Anakin had never seen a cock this close. He studied the swollen head already slick with precum and the prominent vein on the underside. Then daring greatly, he kissed the moist tip, tasting his Master for the first time.
Obi-Wan cried out again and surged to sit up! “Anakin!” he exclaimed, voice shaky. He reached out to tug at Anakin’s shoulder, but the younger man ignored him, as he opened his mouth and took the hard sex inside.
Obi-Wan groaned aloud and fell back against the mattress. Anakin felt like smiling. He thought about what he liked when Padme did this for him, and he lightly sucked, running the flat of his tongue against the underside of the shaft.
Obi-Wan thrashed on the bed, nearly kicking Anakin as he lashed out with a leg.
Anakin continued to suck and lick, enjoying the noises his lover was making, until he sensed Obi-Wan tense.
“No!” he thought, wrenching his mouth away. It don’t want it to end like this! Thus he quickly pressed against the base of Obi-Wan’s cock, stopping the imminent orgasm.
Obi-Wan moaned in disappointment. “Anakin,” he croaked, “please…I cannot take more…”
“Me too,” Anakin whispered. His cock felt as hard as never before, and he desperately wanted to feel Obi-Wan inside him.
“Do you have anything we can use as lubricant?” he asked, looking around the room.
Obi-Wan reached for his bedside table, pulling the drawer open. He rummaged inside with shaking fingers until he found a tube of healing gel.
“The label says it’s safe for internal use, even if I don’t think they meant this.”
Anakin smiled at his Master’s irony, then threw himself on the mattress, rolling onto his back.
Obi-Wan looked at him surprised and he explained, “I want to see your face when you come.”
The older man flushed crimson, then opened the tube, squeezing a good amount of gel on his fingers. He scooted down the bed, until he was kneeling between Anakin’s legs, and reached out to gently spread the gel on the younger man’s opening.
“Hurry up,” Anakin said, his hand lazily stroking his burning erection, feeling his body open readily to accept Obi-Wan’s fingers.
One, two, three digits were inserted and twisted, until Anakin was reduced to a puddle of unfulfilled need.
“Stop, Obi-Wan! I’m ready! Take me, take me now!
“Yes…” Obi-Wan breathed. He quickly slicked his erection with the gel, then took hold of himself and gently guided himself inside Anakin.
The younger man cried out when he felt the turgid organ enter him. He had dreamed it for so long it seemed almost unreal. His Master was there, making love to him, not led by the imperative of his Fever, but because he wanted it. He wanted Anakin.
Obi-Wan slid all the way in and stilled. He looked down at Anakin’s face and smiled.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” Anakin replied, wrapping his arms around his shoulder and pulling his head down for a kiss. Their tongues touched and caressed as Obi-Wan’s hips started a rocking motion.
Anakin freed his lips and moaned aloud when his prostate was hit. “There, Obi-Wan…there…” he panted.
Obi-Wan angled his hips to be sure to hit his lover’s spot with every thrust, as his rhythm quickened.
Their skin shone with sweat, their breath became laboured, their moans and groans grew louder as the two men moved together toward completion.
“Touch me,” Anakin begged and Obi-Wan rushed to wrap his hand around his blood-red erection, sliding it up and down, first hesitantly, then more confidently as Anakin’s cries became sharper.
Anakin sensed his orgasm approach. His toes curled, his belly muscles tensed and his ass clenched around Obi-Wan as climax crashed over him, as intense as never before.
His triumphant roar was soon echoed by Obi-Wan’s, as the older man too found his satisfaction.
A few minutes later, Anakin found himself lying on sweat soaked sheets, with Obi-Wan’s body slumped over him.
He tightened his embrace around the pale skinned shoulders and posed a light kiss on Obi-Wan’s damp hair, waiting for his lover to recover.
Obi-Wan stirred and raised his head, looking at the young man. “Hi,” he whispered, smiling.
“Hi,” Anakin smiled back. “How was it?”
Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment. “Intense. Beautiful. I never thought it could be like this.”
Anakin grinned. “Good. I’m happy to hear it, because I can safely say it will grow even better the more we practice and learn each other’s tastes.”
“I trust your major expertise here,” Obi-Wan rolled onto his side, pulling Anakin along. “And now my old Padawan, what do you think about going to sleep? I’m an old man, and I need to rest if you want me to “practice” again.”
Anakin smiled. “Old man my ass! You wore me out!” He moved closer to Obi-Wan and whispered. “Go to sleep, my Master. I will be here when you wake up. I will always be here.”
“Yes…me too.”
They kissed a last time, then Obi-Wan closed his eyes and fell asleep, warm, comfortable and loved in Anakin’s arms.
Anakin watched him for a while, still amazed by the turn his life had just taken, before closing his eyes too.
EPILOGUE
Anakin freed himself from Obi-Wan’s embrace and sat up, looking as his Master slept on. The older man was beautiful in his slumber. His thick hair, still auburn but for the sprinkling of grey at his temples he insisted had been put there by Anakin’s pranks as Padawan, was tousled, giving him a carefree look.
Anakin felt his heart swell with love, as it always happened when looked at the members of his beautiful extended family.
The younger man put on a robe and left the bedroom, leaving Obi-Wan quarters and walking into his own. He went to the kitchen, looking for something to eat.
He smiled when he saw he was not alone. Padme was there too, feeding—or trying to—little Qui-Gon.
She smiled brightly when she was him. “Anakin!”
“Padme, my Angel,” he answered, bending down to kiss her cheek. “How is the little man doing?” he asked looking at the auburn-haired, blue-eyed toddler.
“He has decided he no longer wants to eat his breakfast. He wants “grown up” food.” Padme answered, trying to spoon some cereals in the stubbornly closed little mouth.
Anakin shook his head. “Your father won’t like it, young man,” he admonished sternly.
“Daddy no like?” Qui-Gon Kenobi asked in a small voice. “But I am a good boy! I am eating, Unca Anakin…” the child munched down the cereals while staring wide eyed at Anakin.
Padme smiled as she fed her son. “One would think that Obi-Wan is some kind of ogre by seeing his reaction, while instead he is such a gentle man…”
“I know,” Anakin smiled at her, as they both thought of Obi-Wan’s kindness and of how the older man’s inclusion in their family had brought them so much joy.
After their first time, he and Obi-Wan had often shared the older man’s bed, while Anakin divided his time and attentions between his wife and his lover.
That had gone on until the night Padme, after much coaxing, had convinced Obi-Wan to join her and Anakin in their bed.
Obi-Wan had proved a very adaptable lover and they had discovered many ways to make love all together.
There had been nights when Padme went on her hands and knees as Anakin took her kneeling behind her and Obi-Wan had done the same with him.
Other nights instead, Anakin had reclined on his side, with Obi-Wan thrusting in him as he spooned against his back, while Padme pleasured her husband with her mouth, her body facing his feet, as he did the same for her.
Another position they had tried had been with Obi-Wan lying on his back with Anakin straddling his hips while facing toward the foot of the bed, while Padme rode on her husband’s lap, embracing him. However this position had not been appreciated because Obi-Wan could not move his hips the couple’s weight on him, and Anakin too had been unable to do much rocking.
Things had gone on like that, with Anakin being the link between Obi-Wan and Padme, until the day his wife had taken him apart and had asked him if he had noticed the way the older man looked at them when they played with Luke and Leia.
Anakin had nodded. “Yes, I noticed it. It looks like longing, doesn’t it?”
“Indeed. Listen, do you think he might have wanted to have children with Master Unduli after she agreed to become his Fever Mate? They are friends and now that attachments are allowed, he might have hoped to become a father,” Padme had suggested.
Anakin had been silent for a while, lost in thought, then had nodded. “It could be possible. He has never mentioned it, but it’s not surprising given how reserved he is.”
“Well, you could ask him…” Padme murmured.
“Why should I? What good would do if he said he wanted a child? Oh.” Anakin’s voice had died when he had understood what his wife was implying. “Do you mean you…?”
“Only if you agree…and if Obi-Wan wants it. Yes, I would be delighted to give him a child. He is part of our family, and I wish to see him happy.”
“Me too.” Anakin had smiled, pulling Padme into an embrace. “You are a real treasure, Angel. Of course I agree. I confess I have had the fantasy to see you two together for a while, but I didn’t want to press anything…Our situation is already weird enough as it is.”
“No, Anakin, it’s not weird. It’s special—like us.” Padme had stated quietly, before rising on her toes to kiss him.
Thus the campaign to convince Obi-Wan to become Padme’s lover too had started.
It had taken long to wore down the older man’s reserves. Obi-Wan had not wanted to come between them or to cause problems or jealousies in their three-ways relationship, but in the end Padme’s persuasions had won and Obi-Wan had agreed to become her lover.
However, he had kept postponing doing it until the night Anakin had Padme had decided it was enough.
Anakin had sat against the bed board with Obi-Wan sitting between his spread legs, his back leaning against the younger man’s chest, as his lover had played with his nipples and stroked his cock.
When Obi-Wan had been sufficiently aroused, Anakin had nodded to Padme and his wife had lost no time to straddle the older man’s hips, taking his erection deep inside. Obi-Wan, who had been reclining his head on Anakin’s shoulder, his eyes closed, totally relaxed, had been taken by surprise.
His eyes had snapped open in shock when he had his most intimate flesh being engulfed by Padme’s heat.
“Padme!” he had cried out, whipping his head up.
Anakin had tightened his arms around his chest and whispered, “We were tired of waiting, Master. Now, enjoy it,” into his ear as Padme had started rising and falling onto his cock.
After that first time, now confident it was really what Anakin had Padme wanted, Obi-Wan had no longer hesitated to act as a second husband to the woman, and there had been many nights when the two men had filled her in turn, sometime challenging each other to bring her to pleasure as many times as possible.
When Padme had announced she was pregnant, it was impossible to say who was more excited between her and Anakin, while Obi-wan, while happy, had been more cautious.
“We don’t know for sure who is the father,” he often said when Anakin teased him for his impending fatherhood.
“Padme insists it’s yours. She says it’s too well behaved to be mine,” Anakin would reply, praying the Force it was really so, for he could not bear to see disappointment replace hope in Obi-Wan’s eyes.
And then, finally, the wait had been over when Padme had given birth to a healthy, beautiful, auburn haired boy.
There had not been any doubt about who his father was, nor there had been any uncertainty on what his name was going to be. The three of them had looked at each and said together, “Qui-Gon,” after the man that, in a way, had brought all of them together.
Anakin smiled, as he returned to the present, watching his wife feed his mate’s son, as the light of the new day bathed all of them in warmth, and could not help but think life was good.
So very good indeed.
THE END
TITLE: Fever Mate
AUTHOR:
generale_kenobi GENRE: romance, angst, AU
PAIRING: Obi-Wan/Anakin, Anakin/Padme, Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Het! Anakin helps Het! Obi-Wan during a moment of need, but it leads to unexpected complications. My first attempt at writing a threesome.
Part 4
The following days were full of tension and uneasy silences. Many a time Anakin sensed Obi-Wan’s gaze rest on him, but every time he tried to meet it, the older man turned his head away.
At night, in their bed, Padme tried to soothe Anakin’s fear he might had driven his Master away. She reassured him telling him Obi-Wan just needed time to think, and that whatever decision he would reach, he would never pull away from Anakin. They loved each other too much, even if, maybe, in different ways, for it to happen.
Thus Anakin resigned himself to wait for Obi-Wan’s next move, harbouring the hope the older man would accept his offer of love.
Finally, ten days after their talk, the moment of truth arrived.
It was evening and Anakin was sitting in the living room, taking notes for the Jedi Starfighter piloting manual he was helping to write.
The apartment was silent because Padme had left that morning for a brief diplomatic mission, and the twins were spending the night in the Crèche.
Obi-Wan was home too, but the door between their quarters was closed. Anakin looked at it, wondering if he should use this opportunity to talk to his friend, because the tension of the past days was getting on his nerves.
He almost jumped when he saw Obi-Wan standing on the threshold of the now open door. He put his datapad away and forced a smile.
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said as a greeting, trying to read the emotions of his Master’s face.
“Anakin.” Obi-Wan crossed the room until he stood near the couch where Anakin was sitting.
“Do you need something?” Anakin asked, wetting his lips.
Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes. I thought we might talk, since we are alone.”
Anakin sat straighter as he nodded. His heart started beating a little faster as he watched his Master take a seat in front of him.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan began, “I’ve been thinking of what you told me. Of you loving me and desiring me.”
Anakin nodded, and silently urged Obi-Wan to go on.
“Well, I can’t say I understand what you feel or what you want from me. I’ve never felt “desire”—or perhaps, I have, when I was a teenager and longed for Siri’s kisses and caresses, but all was lost when we decided not to pursue our love. My fever periods have never been joyous moments for me…Can you imagine what does it feel to lose your control and become a little more than an animal?”
“You didn’t become an animal with me, Obi-Wan. You were considerate with me. An “animal” would have hurt me, while you did everything in your power to avoid it. I’m sure it was the same with Siri.”
“Yes, maybe. But I never cared for her “pleasure”, as you called it—nor for mine. I just pursued release as the way to return to normal again. She…she was just a tool…and I am now ashamed by it. By how I treated her. By how I treated you.” Obi-Wan lowered his eyes to look at his folded hands.
Anakin leant forward and touched his friend’s arm. “Don’t feel ashamed, Obi-Wan. It’s not your fault. You are what the Force made you, and you can’t change it.”
“I know, and I’ve accepted my nature long ago. It’s just your words about “making love” and desire made me look at things in a different way.”
“I’m sorry if I caused you distress; I never meant it.” Anakin squeezed his friend’s arm.
“I’m aware you didn’t mean it, but it was one of the results of your words. The other one is…” Obi-Wan’s voice trailed off, as he looked away.
“The other one is?” Anakin pressed, his breath coming a little quicker.
“The other one is I now wish to experience what you talked about.” Obi-Wan stared straight at Anakin, his eyes very bright. “I want to make love, Anakin. If only once in my life, I want to know what it is like.”
“Master…Obi-Wan…” Anakin said in a strangled voice. His shaking hand raised to stroke the older man’s bearded cheek.
“Anakin…” Obi-Wan took his hand between his own. “Will you show me?”
Anakin had trouble speaking, so caught he was by his emotions, but he finally managed to whisper, “Yes…I will. I love you Master…you know it, don’t you?”
“Yes, I know. And I love you too, Anakin, although I never thought it would led me to this point.”
Anakin smiled, as he regained his composure. “Surprises are good, Master.” Then he sobered and his eyes posed on the older man’s lips. “May I kiss you, Obi-Wan?” he asked as he leant closer.
“Yes…”
Anakin closed the distance between them and touched his lips to Obi-Wan’s. They were dry, soft, and the sensation caused by his whiskers caressing his skin was both strange and pleasurable.
Anakin slid out his tongue to press its tip against the older man’s lips, asking for entrance. Obi-Wan’s lips opened a little and Anakin eagerly explored his mouth, trying to coax his Master’s tongue into copying his movements.
When lack of oxygen finally forced them to part, both men were flushed and panting.
Obi-Wan let out a brief laugh. “You’ve got to forgive me, Anakin. This was my first kiss in over twenty years. I’m badly out of practice.”
Anakin smiled. “I’m sure you will soon make up for the lost time.” He bent his head for another, long kiss.
After a while, kissing while sitting on two different chairs became uncomfortable. Anakin wanted to embrace and kiss Obi-Wan and he had the feeling the older man too wanted more contact between them.
“What would you think if we moved this to a more comfortable location?” Anakin breathed as they lips parted after another kiss.
“Good idea. Let’s go to my room.” Obi-Wan stood up, and in an unexpected gesture, reached out with his hand to take Anakin’s.
The younger man stood up and followed his Master to his bedroom, a room where he had been only once, when he had helped Obi-Wan to move in his belongings.
The room was tidy, neat, so very Obi-Wan’s, it made Anakin smile.
They stopped near the bed and Obi-Wan let go of Anakin’s hand, watching at his formed pupil with expectant eyes.
Anakin stepped closer and murmured. “You don’t have to wait for my lead, Master. The trick here is to do what feels good. I promise to tell you if you do something I don’t like—and you will do the same, all right?”
Obi-Wan nodded, and with a smile on his face, he pulled Anakin against his chest, kissing his again.
They pressed closer in the heat of the kiss, and Anakin moaned as he felt the proof his Master’s desire against his thighs. The press of that hardness made him almost frantic with the need to feel Obi-Wan’s skin against his own, but he controlled himself. He did not want to scare Obi-Wan by being too aggressive.
Anakin pulled away from the kiss and panted, “We are both overdressed…”
Obi-Wan nodded, and his hands moved to unbuckle his belt.
“Let me,” Anakin said, batting the hands away, and making a quick work of the buckle. He posed the belt on a nearby chair, then took off the sash from around Obi-Wan’s waist. Finally, he pushed the layers of tunics open, baring his Master’s chest.
Obi-Wan freed his arms from the tunics, as Anakin caressed his chest and belly. The younger man had never imagined one day he would think of a man as being beautiful, but Obi-Wan was. He was slender and compact, in perfect physical form.
Anakin’s fingers carded through Ob-Wan’s chest hairs, enjoying the sensation. It was so different from Padme’s or his own chest… He felt hands at his waist and realized Obi-Wan was unbuckling his belt. He quickly joined to help, and he soon found himself bare-chested and pressing against Obi-Wan, feeling that wonderful chest hair brush against his skin.
They kissed again and again, until Anakin felt Obi-Wan’s fingers slid beneath his trousers’ waistband, the touch gentle and undemanding, but there was a question in the older man’s gaze.
“Yes, do it,” Anakin said, as his own hands reached for Obi-wan’s leggings.
They quickly divested each other from their clothes and boots and finally Anakin was able to look at his Master’s naked body, as he had not been able or interested to do during the Fever.
His gaze raked the older man’s body from his shoulders to his chest, down to his belly and his strong legs, before trailing up again to his crotch.
Obi-Wan’s sex was hard and swollen. It looked to be shorter than Anakin’s but thicker.
“You are gorgeous, you know?” Anakin said breathily. “Very sexy.”
Obi-Wan blushed. “I don’t really know. I’ve never thought of myself that way…”
“Well, you are. Very much so.” Anakin smiled and reached out to take Obi-Wan in his hand. He felt hot and hard, similar to his own, yet different. He stroked slowly, watching avidly as Obi-Wan closed his eyes and rocked his hips.
It did not take long for his Master’s breath to become laboured, so Anakin stopped his ministrations. Obi-Wan was used to chasing release, not to make the experience last, and Anakin could not risk him losing control when they had barely started.
He removed his hand as Obi-Wan opened his eyes, watching him dazedly.
“Lie on the bed,” Anakin whispered, kissing his brow. “There are other things I wish us to do…”
Obi-Wan nodded and climbed into bed, stretching on his back, watching intently as Anakin knelt by his side, before lying lightly atop of him.
Obi-Wan moaned as their erections pressed together and bucked against Anakin, seeking more stimulation, as his arms surrounded the younger man’s back.
Anakin lowered his head to kiss his Master’s nose, cheeks, eyelids, as under him Obi-Wan kept on arching and wriggling to increase the friction on his aroused sex.
Anakin pushed himself up on his arms and knees, breaking the contact between them.
Obi-Wan let out an agonized moan. “Anakin…” he breathed, looking slightly desperate, “come here…I need to come…”
“Not yet, Obi-Wan.” Anakin looked down at the unbelieving eyes, “Master, making love is much more than just achieving release. It’s losing yourself in the pleasure your body and your partner’s can give you. It’s not just a headlong rush to orgasm…do you understand it?”
Obi-Wan shook his head, still painting hard, although he looked less desperate.
“Let me show you, then. I promise you will like it.” Anakin lowered himself again, half on the bed, half on Obi-Wan, as he made sure to avoid the older man’s erection.
He kissed Obi-Wan while rubbing his upper arms, trying to make him relax. Then he moved down his Master’s body, leaving a damp trail along his skin. Obi-Wan let him do it, caressing his back gently, until Anakin reached his nipples. When he licked one of the pert nubs, Obi-Wan’s fingers dug deeply into his muscles.
“Anakin!” he cried out, arching his back.
“What?” Anakin asked, as he sucked one nipple and fingered the other.
“Stop it!” Obi-Wan groaned, legs thrashing on the mattress.
“Why?” Anakin raised his head, surprised. “Don’t you like it?”
“Yes…no…I can’t stand it…it’s too much…” Obi-Wan panted, hair damp with sweat.
“No, it’s not. There is so much more pleasure you body can experience before it becomes too much.” Thus speaking, Anakin bent his head again, even if he let go of the nipples he had been tormenting. He moved his mouth down Obi-Wan’s torso, biting gently at his ribs, brushing his chest hairs with his nose, licking his belly button, until he reached the heavy sex.
Anakin had never seen a cock this close. He studied the swollen head already slick with precum and the prominent vein on the underside. Then daring greatly, he kissed the moist tip, tasting his Master for the first time.
Obi-Wan cried out again and surged to sit up! “Anakin!” he exclaimed, voice shaky. He reached out to tug at Anakin’s shoulder, but the younger man ignored him, as he opened his mouth and took the hard sex inside.
Obi-Wan groaned aloud and fell back against the mattress. Anakin felt like smiling. He thought about what he liked when Padme did this for him, and he lightly sucked, running the flat of his tongue against the underside of the shaft.
Obi-Wan thrashed on the bed, nearly kicking Anakin as he lashed out with a leg.
Anakin continued to suck and lick, enjoying the noises his lover was making, until he sensed Obi-Wan tense.
“No!” he thought, wrenching his mouth away. It don’t want it to end like this! Thus he quickly pressed against the base of Obi-Wan’s cock, stopping the imminent orgasm.
Obi-Wan moaned in disappointment. “Anakin,” he croaked, “please…I cannot take more…”
“Me too,” Anakin whispered. His cock felt as hard as never before, and he desperately wanted to feel Obi-Wan inside him.
“Do you have anything we can use as lubricant?” he asked, looking around the room.
Obi-Wan reached for his bedside table, pulling the drawer open. He rummaged inside with shaking fingers until he found a tube of healing gel.
“The label says it’s safe for internal use, even if I don’t think they meant this.”
Anakin smiled at his Master’s irony, then threw himself on the mattress, rolling onto his back.
Obi-Wan looked at him surprised and he explained, “I want to see your face when you come.”
The older man flushed crimson, then opened the tube, squeezing a good amount of gel on his fingers. He scooted down the bed, until he was kneeling between Anakin’s legs, and reached out to gently spread the gel on the younger man’s opening.
“Hurry up,” Anakin said, his hand lazily stroking his burning erection, feeling his body open readily to accept Obi-Wan’s fingers.
One, two, three digits were inserted and twisted, until Anakin was reduced to a puddle of unfulfilled need.
“Stop, Obi-Wan! I’m ready! Take me, take me now!
“Yes…” Obi-Wan breathed. He quickly slicked his erection with the gel, then took hold of himself and gently guided himself inside Anakin.
The younger man cried out when he felt the turgid organ enter him. He had dreamed it for so long it seemed almost unreal. His Master was there, making love to him, not led by the imperative of his Fever, but because he wanted it. He wanted Anakin.
Obi-Wan slid all the way in and stilled. He looked down at Anakin’s face and smiled.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” Anakin replied, wrapping his arms around his shoulder and pulling his head down for a kiss. Their tongues touched and caressed as Obi-Wan’s hips started a rocking motion.
Anakin freed his lips and moaned aloud when his prostate was hit. “There, Obi-Wan…there…” he panted.
Obi-Wan angled his hips to be sure to hit his lover’s spot with every thrust, as his rhythm quickened.
Their skin shone with sweat, their breath became laboured, their moans and groans grew louder as the two men moved together toward completion.
“Touch me,” Anakin begged and Obi-Wan rushed to wrap his hand around his blood-red erection, sliding it up and down, first hesitantly, then more confidently as Anakin’s cries became sharper.
Anakin sensed his orgasm approach. His toes curled, his belly muscles tensed and his ass clenched around Obi-Wan as climax crashed over him, as intense as never before.
His triumphant roar was soon echoed by Obi-Wan’s, as the older man too found his satisfaction.
A few minutes later, Anakin found himself lying on sweat soaked sheets, with Obi-Wan’s body slumped over him.
He tightened his embrace around the pale skinned shoulders and posed a light kiss on Obi-Wan’s damp hair, waiting for his lover to recover.
Obi-Wan stirred and raised his head, looking at the young man. “Hi,” he whispered, smiling.
“Hi,” Anakin smiled back. “How was it?”
Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment. “Intense. Beautiful. I never thought it could be like this.”
Anakin grinned. “Good. I’m happy to hear it, because I can safely say it will grow even better the more we practice and learn each other’s tastes.”
“I trust your major expertise here,” Obi-Wan rolled onto his side, pulling Anakin along. “And now my old Padawan, what do you think about going to sleep? I’m an old man, and I need to rest if you want me to “practice” again.”
Anakin smiled. “Old man my ass! You wore me out!” He moved closer to Obi-Wan and whispered. “Go to sleep, my Master. I will be here when you wake up. I will always be here.”
“Yes…me too.”
They kissed a last time, then Obi-Wan closed his eyes and fell asleep, warm, comfortable and loved in Anakin’s arms.
Anakin watched him for a while, still amazed by the turn his life had just taken, before closing his eyes too.
Anakin freed himself from Obi-Wan’s embrace and sat up, looking as his Master slept on. The older man was beautiful in his slumber. His thick hair, still auburn but for the sprinkling of grey at his temples he insisted had been put there by Anakin’s pranks as Padawan, was tousled, giving him a carefree look.
Anakin felt his heart swell with love, as it always happened when looked at the members of his beautiful extended family.
The younger man put on a robe and left the bedroom, leaving Obi-Wan quarters and walking into his own. He went to the kitchen, looking for something to eat.
He smiled when he saw he was not alone. Padme was there too, feeding—or trying to—little Qui-Gon.
She smiled brightly when she was him. “Anakin!”
“Padme, my Angel,” he answered, bending down to kiss her cheek. “How is the little man doing?” he asked looking at the auburn-haired, blue-eyed toddler.
“He has decided he no longer wants to eat his breakfast. He wants “grown up” food.” Padme answered, trying to spoon some cereals in the stubbornly closed little mouth.
Anakin shook his head. “Your father won’t like it, young man,” he admonished sternly.
“Daddy no like?” Qui-Gon Kenobi asked in a small voice. “But I am a good boy! I am eating, Unca Anakin…” the child munched down the cereals while staring wide eyed at Anakin.
Padme smiled as she fed her son. “One would think that Obi-Wan is some kind of ogre by seeing his reaction, while instead he is such a gentle man…”
“I know,” Anakin smiled at her, as they both thought of Obi-Wan’s kindness and of how the older man’s inclusion in their family had brought them so much joy.
After their first time, he and Obi-Wan had often shared the older man’s bed, while Anakin divided his time and attentions between his wife and his lover.
That had gone on until the night Padme, after much coaxing, had convinced Obi-Wan to join her and Anakin in their bed.
Obi-Wan had proved a very adaptable lover and they had discovered many ways to make love all together.
There had been nights when Padme went on her hands and knees as Anakin took her kneeling behind her and Obi-Wan had done the same with him.
Other nights instead, Anakin had reclined on his side, with Obi-Wan thrusting in him as he spooned against his back, while Padme pleasured her husband with her mouth, her body facing his feet, as he did the same for her.
Another position they had tried had been with Obi-Wan lying on his back with Anakin straddling his hips while facing toward the foot of the bed, while Padme rode on her husband’s lap, embracing him. However this position had not been appreciated because Obi-Wan could not move his hips the couple’s weight on him, and Anakin too had been unable to do much rocking.
Things had gone on like that, with Anakin being the link between Obi-Wan and Padme, until the day his wife had taken him apart and had asked him if he had noticed the way the older man looked at them when they played with Luke and Leia.
Anakin had nodded. “Yes, I noticed it. It looks like longing, doesn’t it?”
“Indeed. Listen, do you think he might have wanted to have children with Master Unduli after she agreed to become his Fever Mate? They are friends and now that attachments are allowed, he might have hoped to become a father,” Padme had suggested.
Anakin had been silent for a while, lost in thought, then had nodded. “It could be possible. He has never mentioned it, but it’s not surprising given how reserved he is.”
“Well, you could ask him…” Padme murmured.
“Why should I? What good would do if he said he wanted a child? Oh.” Anakin’s voice had died when he had understood what his wife was implying. “Do you mean you…?”
“Only if you agree…and if Obi-Wan wants it. Yes, I would be delighted to give him a child. He is part of our family, and I wish to see him happy.”
“Me too.” Anakin had smiled, pulling Padme into an embrace. “You are a real treasure, Angel. Of course I agree. I confess I have had the fantasy to see you two together for a while, but I didn’t want to press anything…Our situation is already weird enough as it is.”
“No, Anakin, it’s not weird. It’s special—like us.” Padme had stated quietly, before rising on her toes to kiss him.
Thus the campaign to convince Obi-Wan to become Padme’s lover too had started.
It had taken long to wore down the older man’s reserves. Obi-Wan had not wanted to come between them or to cause problems or jealousies in their three-ways relationship, but in the end Padme’s persuasions had won and Obi-Wan had agreed to become her lover.
However, he had kept postponing doing it until the night Anakin had Padme had decided it was enough.
Anakin had sat against the bed board with Obi-Wan sitting between his spread legs, his back leaning against the younger man’s chest, as his lover had played with his nipples and stroked his cock.
When Obi-Wan had been sufficiently aroused, Anakin had nodded to Padme and his wife had lost no time to straddle the older man’s hips, taking his erection deep inside. Obi-Wan, who had been reclining his head on Anakin’s shoulder, his eyes closed, totally relaxed, had been taken by surprise.
His eyes had snapped open in shock when he had his most intimate flesh being engulfed by Padme’s heat.
“Padme!” he had cried out, whipping his head up.
Anakin had tightened his arms around his chest and whispered, “We were tired of waiting, Master. Now, enjoy it,” into his ear as Padme had started rising and falling onto his cock.
After that first time, now confident it was really what Anakin had Padme wanted, Obi-Wan had no longer hesitated to act as a second husband to the woman, and there had been many nights when the two men had filled her in turn, sometime challenging each other to bring her to pleasure as many times as possible.
When Padme had announced she was pregnant, it was impossible to say who was more excited between her and Anakin, while Obi-wan, while happy, had been more cautious.
“We don’t know for sure who is the father,” he often said when Anakin teased him for his impending fatherhood.
“Padme insists it’s yours. She says it’s too well behaved to be mine,” Anakin would reply, praying the Force it was really so, for he could not bear to see disappointment replace hope in Obi-Wan’s eyes.
And then, finally, the wait had been over when Padme had given birth to a healthy, beautiful, auburn haired boy.
There had not been any doubt about who his father was, nor there had been any uncertainty on what his name was going to be. The three of them had looked at each and said together, “Qui-Gon,” after the man that, in a way, had brought all of them together.
Anakin smiled, as he returned to the present, watching his wife feed his mate’s son, as the light of the new day bathed all of them in warmth, and could not help but think life was good.
So very good indeed.
THE END
