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FIC: Room 0017 (Obi-Wan/Anakin, NC-17) 3/4
TITLE: Room 0017 3/4
AUTHOR:generale_kenobi
GENRE: romance, angst
PAIRING: Obi-Wan/Anakin
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Room 0017 is a special place inside the Jedi Temple. Anakin has been
given access to it upon his knighting. Now, three years later, he is going to
visit it for the first time....
Part 1: http://generale-kenobi.livejournal.c
Part 2: http://generale-kenobi.livejournal.c
PART 3
During the following two months, Anakin met Ben once, sometimes twice a week in Room 0017.
They had drinks together, talked together, danced together and, of course, made love.
Oh yes, because it had stopped very quickly being mere sex. There were emotions involved: care, respect, genuine liking, the desire to give pleasure more than receive it.
Anakin had not felt so happy in a very long time, perhaps since his wedding night with Padme.
He was more relaxed, more controlled, less brooding. Obi-Wan too had noticed it, and praised him for his improved, more Jedi-like attitude.
Anakin had mentally snickered, wondering what his Master would think if he knew the truth. He even thought of telling him, just to see the expression on his face. But then, he had discarded the idea. Obi-Wan was very perceptive and he would have quickly realized that what Anakin felt for Ben was not what the Jedi Council had in mind when they created Room 0017.
Anakin had fallen in love.
He might not know Ben’s real face or name, but he knew more important things.
He knew the older man’s heart and spirit—and he loved them. He loved his sunny personality, his humour, his kindness, the gentle twinkle in his eyes, the way he gestured with his hands while talking, the way he had twisted his hips the night he had agreed to dance naked for Anakin-- in the privacy of their room, of course!
They were so good together, not only during sex, and Anakin now wanted more of it, more of that closeness.
So much for having sex without attachment or his purpose to never feel love again!
Anakin now looked at every auburn-haired Jedi he met, wondering which of them was Ben and imagining what he would say if he finally managed to discover his identity.
Anakin wanted so badly to take Ben out of Room 0017. He wanted to take him on a trip on his speeder, to visit Dex’s diner, to attend the speederbikes races in a nearby circuit. He also wanted to know Ben’s favourite places and pastimes.
He also wanted to take the older man to some plush hotel, where they would eat a sumptuous dinner, take a long soak in a scented tub and then he would ask Ben to make love to him for the first time. Anakin felt he was now ready to take Ben inside his body, but he wanted it to happen on a special occasion, and what there could be more special than the night he would confess his love?
And so, one evening, after they had just entered their assigned private bedroom, Anakin gathered his wits and asked Ben out.
“Ben,” he murmured, after their first long kiss had ended—the older man never kissed or caressed him in the public hall. “May I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Would you…would you want to meet me outside the Temple one of these days? Wearing the mask and the bracelet,” he added quickly.
Ben stopped pulling at his clothes and looked at him with a strange expression. “Why?”
“I thought you might like to go out for dinner, and then we might go to see an holomovie or a maybe a theatrical play, whatever you prefer…”
“This sounds very much like a date, Luke.”
“Yes…I know. It’s just…” Anakin swallowed hard. He could not keep it inside anymore; he had to tell Ben. The older man knew what love was, he would not be repulsed if Anakin confessed he had broken the Code—again. “It’s just I believe…no, I’m sure, I‘ve developed an attachment for you, Ben.”
The older Jedi shook his head and took a step back. “No. You cannot really mean it.”
“But I do, Ben. I love you.” Anakin took a step forward, but Ben backed again, like a skittish animal.
“Oh star’s end!” Ben groaned, and started pacing in the room, clearly distressed. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. All these things,” he touched his mask and bracelet, “were supposed to ensure that we avoided such…
complications.” He stopped and whirled around to face Anakin. “This must end, Luke. We cannot continue like this. It’s clear the situation has degenerated into something forbidden by the Code.”
“No Ben!” Anakin begged, frightened. “Don’t do this! I promise I won’t bother you again with this. I will control my feelings and-”
A finger silenced his words. “It’s not just you, Luke. It’s me too,” Ben whispered, still distressed. “I never planned to tell you because I thought it pointless, but now that I know this thing between us is mutual…”
“This “thing” between us is love, Ben, and it’s wonderful!” Anakin exclaimed, his heart bursting with joy. Ben loved him back! “We could-”
“No Luke, “we could” nothing. It must end here. I won’t break the Code any more than I’ve already done. After tonight, I won’t come here anymore.”
“No! You cannot mean it!” Anakin cried, his desperation mounting.
“I’m sorry Luke, but it has to be done. I planned to do it even before you told me about your feelings. I will soon take a new Padawan and I want to have my conscience clear when I lecture her about the dangers of attachments.”
“Yet you managed to lecture your former apprentice while feeling an attachment for your first love!” Anakin protested.
“I know, but last time was different. I didn’t act on my attachment. I did the Jedi thing, as you said. This time, instead I’m relishing in the forbidden…and it’s wrong.” Ben’s eyes were pleading with Anakin to understand his motivations. And the young man did, really—but he did not like it a bit.
“So you were planning to break us up without even telling me why…” Anakin said bitterly.
“Luke, by the purposes of this place, there should not be any “us” to break up. I would have stopped coming here instead telling you I was going to go on an extended mission, and you would have found another partner.” Ben spread his hands. “You must understand why this has to end. We are Jedi.”
There was a definitive edge in Ben’s tone, as if the last line explained everything—and in truth it did. They were Jedi and Jedi could not be in love with each other.
Anakin took a deep breath to steady himself. “All right, Ben. I…understand. However, before you walk away from me forever, will you do something for me?”
Ben nodded.
“Will you make love to me?” He saw Ben startle and look at him, hesitation in his eyes. “Please,” he begged. “I know that there won’t be other men after you, and I want to know what it feels like, if only once in my life.”
“If you are sure…”
“I am.”
Ben nodded again. “As you wish, Luke. I-I too want to make love to you…very much so.”
“Good.” Anakin smiled, albeit weakly. “Let’s get rid of these clothes.”
They undressed slowly, each of them watching intently as the other stripped, not wanting to lose a moment of their last time of intimacy. When he was naked, Ben went to the bedside table, opened its drawer and rummaged into it until he found a small bottle, which he put on the table top.
“Lubricant,” he explained to Anakin’s curious gaze, and the young man blushed.
Anakin sat on the bed and scooted in until he was in the middle of the mattress, beside Ben.
They kissed, first gently and slowly, weighted down by their upcoming separation. But then, the feel of each other’s skin, warmth and taste began to arouse them, and their kisses became hotter and more passionate.
Anakin caressed Ben’s cheek with his thumbs as he pulled him more into his mouth, wishing he could feel the older man’s skin instead of the mask’s strange texture. But he could not ask Ben to remove his mask. He knew himself too well: should he know Ben’s features, he would not stop searching for him until he discovered his identity—and that would only make things more difficult for both of them.
Ben disentangled from Anakin, and rolled on his side, encouraging the younger man to do the same, so they were spooning together, the older man’s chest pressed against his partner’s back.
Ben pulled Anakin's leg in between his, trapping it with his knees. He slipped his arm under the younger man's shoulders so that their faces were close together.
Anakin sighed, wondering what Ben was up to. He soon discovered it when the older man’s fist closed around his erection, stroking it.
Anakin turned his head, and his lips met Ben’s. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Should not we …?"
Ben kissed his ear and murmured back, "Yes, we will make love, but not yet. Now enjoy this."
Ben’s strokes grew faster and Anakin moaned in delight. That calloused hand was so skilled…it seemed like it knew how and where exactly Anakin wanted to be touched.
When Anakin was about to come, Ben let go of his erection, making him moan again, this time in disappointment. The older man reached out with his arm and took the lubricant he had left on the bedside table. He opened the bottle and poured some liquid in his hand.
Anakin tensed at the action, but Ben soothed him. “Shh, don’t be concerned, we can stop anytime."
"No, I don't want to stop. I want to know how it feels like to have you inside me."
Ben shifted and Anakin braced himself, expecting to feel him pushing himself inside, but instead the older man just resumed stroking his cock, his hand now slick with oil. Just as Anakin arched, thrusting in that delicious fist, a finger was gently pushed inside him.
Anakin had expected some pain, but none came. The feeling was a bit strange, but not unpleasant, even when another finger was added. Anakin was so excited by the idea of having Ben inside him that his body opened willingly, inviting more pressure, more depth and more fullness than the fingers could provide.
Ben kept on stretching him for a few minutes then whispered, “How do you want it? On your back? On your stomach? On your knees?”
Anakin considered it for a moment. “I want to see your eyes when you fill me. May I ride you?”
Ben’s “yes” was just a strangled moan, as he let go of Anakin’s erection and rolled to lay on his back. He took the bottle and thrust it in Anakin’s hand. “Prepare me,” he commanded quietly.
Anakin obeyed, opening the container and dripping the oil on Ben’s erect cock, enjoying how his partner hissed when the cool liquid touched his over-sensitized skin.
He spread the oil on Ben’s shaft, until he was completely slick. Then he straddled the older man’s hips and taking hold of his erection, slowly lowered himself on it.
Anakin squeezed his eyes shut as he felt a blaze of pain when the swollen head slipped in. My, but Ben was big!
“Do you want to stop?” Ben whispered, rubbing his thighs to soothe him. “It’s all right if you want to.”
“No…I don’t want to stop.” Anakin bit down his lower lip and willed himself to relax, as he impaled himself on Ben’s cock, not stopping until it was all the way in.
Once it was done, Anakin rested, panting as he got used to the feeling inside him. The pain was already disappearing, leaving behind a strange but not unpleasant sensation of fullness.
“Are you all right?” Ben asked, caressing his hips.
“Yes.”
“Then move. Please.”
Anakin smiled down. He liked to have Ben beneath him, completely exposed and open. He began rising and falling on the cock, first slowly and then more quickly as he discovered that the movement caused the turgid organ to brush something inside him, something that made him groan with pleasure every time.
“Luke, so good, Force,” Ben growled, pushing himself up to a sitting position. He put his hands on Anakin’s hips, helping him to ride him faster and harder.
Anakin put his arms around Ben’s back, pulling him as close as possible, as the pace of their movements increased even more. He cried out as Ben’s hand sneaked between their bellies to take hold of his oil-slick cock, stroking his hand up and down the shaft to match Anakin's rhythm.
“Come, Luke, come,” Ben coaxed him, his voice hoarse with desire, and Anakin did just that. He bit down on Ben’s shoulder, so hard he broke the skin, as stars exploded behind his closed eyes in the most intense orgasm he could remember. Caught in his ecstasy he barely noticed when Ben joined him, crying out and bathing his insides with his warm seed.
When Anakin recovered his wits, he found himself slumped against Ben, head buried into his neck. The older man was still inside him, and he clenched his muscles, wishing to keep him in as long as possible.
“Why are you crying, Luke?” Ben asked, rubbing his back in soothing circles. “Did I hurt you?”
Anakin, who had not been aware he was crying, shook his head. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I’m crying because this was so beautiful and I will never have it again…” was his reply, muffled by Ben’s skin.
Ben did not answer, but his arms tightened around Anakin.
Silence fell over them, the quietness of the room broken only by their breaths and by Anakin’s whimper when Ben’s spent cock slipped out of him.
He held on the other man, storing both his scent and the feel of his skin into his memory, until, in the end, he could not bear that silence full of dread anymore.
He disentangled from Ben’s arms, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, facing away from the other Jedi.
“Go Ben, please. It’s useless to drag this out,” he said, biting his lower lip to prevent himself from crying.
“Yes…I think it’s for the best.”
Anakin lowered his head as he felt Ben leave the bed and walk around the room, collecting his clothes. Then he heard steps circle the bed, direct to the door, stop and return near the bed.
A strong hand squeezed Anakin’s shoulder, and while he did not raise his head, he put his own hand over Ben’s, covering it.
They stayed like that for a moment, then they both removed their hands.
“Goodbye, Luke. May the Force be with you always,” Ben whispered, before he walked back to the door—and this time he did not stop.
Once he was gone, Anakin threw himself on the mattress, hugged the closest pillow, and broke in agonized sobs.
Part 4: http://generale-kenobi.livejournal.c
TITLE: Room 0017 3/4
AUTHOR:
generale_kenobi GENRE: romance, angst
PAIRING: Obi-Wan/Anakin
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Room 0017 is a special place inside the Jedi Temple. Anakin has been
given access to it upon his knighting. Now, three years later, he is going to
visit it for the first time....
Part 1: http://generale-kenobi.livejournal.c
Part 2: http://generale-kenobi.livejournal.c
PART 3
During the following two months, Anakin met Ben once, sometimes twice a week in Room 0017.
They had drinks together, talked together, danced together and, of course, made love.
Oh yes, because it had stopped very quickly being mere sex. There were emotions involved: care, respect, genuine liking, the desire to give pleasure more than receive it.
Anakin had not felt so happy in a very long time, perhaps since his wedding night with Padme.
He was more relaxed, more controlled, less brooding. Obi-Wan too had noticed it, and praised him for his improved, more Jedi-like attitude.
Anakin had mentally snickered, wondering what his Master would think if he knew the truth. He even thought of telling him, just to see the expression on his face. But then, he had discarded the idea. Obi-Wan was very perceptive and he would have quickly realized that what Anakin felt for Ben was not what the Jedi Council had in mind when they created Room 0017.
Anakin had fallen in love.
He might not know Ben’s real face or name, but he knew more important things.
He knew the older man’s heart and spirit—and he loved them. He loved his sunny personality, his humour, his kindness, the gentle twinkle in his eyes, the way he gestured with his hands while talking, the way he had twisted his hips the night he had agreed to dance naked for Anakin-- in the privacy of their room, of course!
They were so good together, not only during sex, and Anakin now wanted more of it, more of that closeness.
So much for having sex without attachment or his purpose to never feel love again!
Anakin now looked at every auburn-haired Jedi he met, wondering which of them was Ben and imagining what he would say if he finally managed to discover his identity.
Anakin wanted so badly to take Ben out of Room 0017. He wanted to take him on a trip on his speeder, to visit Dex’s diner, to attend the speederbikes races in a nearby circuit. He also wanted to know Ben’s favourite places and pastimes.
He also wanted to take the older man to some plush hotel, where they would eat a sumptuous dinner, take a long soak in a scented tub and then he would ask Ben to make love to him for the first time. Anakin felt he was now ready to take Ben inside his body, but he wanted it to happen on a special occasion, and what there could be more special than the night he would confess his love?
And so, one evening, after they had just entered their assigned private bedroom, Anakin gathered his wits and asked Ben out.
“Ben,” he murmured, after their first long kiss had ended—the older man never kissed or caressed him in the public hall. “May I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Would you…would you want to meet me outside the Temple one of these days? Wearing the mask and the bracelet,” he added quickly.
Ben stopped pulling at his clothes and looked at him with a strange expression. “Why?”
“I thought you might like to go out for dinner, and then we might go to see an holomovie or a maybe a theatrical play, whatever you prefer…”
“This sounds very much like a date, Luke.”
“Yes…I know. It’s just…” Anakin swallowed hard. He could not keep it inside anymore; he had to tell Ben. The older man knew what love was, he would not be repulsed if Anakin confessed he had broken the Code—again. “It’s just I believe…no, I’m sure, I‘ve developed an attachment for you, Ben.”
The older Jedi shook his head and took a step back. “No. You cannot really mean it.”
“But I do, Ben. I love you.” Anakin took a step forward, but Ben backed again, like a skittish animal.
“Oh star’s end!” Ben groaned, and started pacing in the room, clearly distressed. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. All these things,” he touched his mask and bracelet, “were supposed to ensure that we avoided such…
complications.” He stopped and whirled around to face Anakin. “This must end, Luke. We cannot continue like this. It’s clear the situation has degenerated into something forbidden by the Code.”
“No Ben!” Anakin begged, frightened. “Don’t do this! I promise I won’t bother you again with this. I will control my feelings and-”
A finger silenced his words. “It’s not just you, Luke. It’s me too,” Ben whispered, still distressed. “I never planned to tell you because I thought it pointless, but now that I know this thing between us is mutual…”
“This “thing” between us is love, Ben, and it’s wonderful!” Anakin exclaimed, his heart bursting with joy. Ben loved him back! “We could-”
“No Luke, “we could” nothing. It must end here. I won’t break the Code any more than I’ve already done. After tonight, I won’t come here anymore.”
“No! You cannot mean it!” Anakin cried, his desperation mounting.
“I’m sorry Luke, but it has to be done. I planned to do it even before you told me about your feelings. I will soon take a new Padawan and I want to have my conscience clear when I lecture her about the dangers of attachments.”
“Yet you managed to lecture your former apprentice while feeling an attachment for your first love!” Anakin protested.
“I know, but last time was different. I didn’t act on my attachment. I did the Jedi thing, as you said. This time, instead I’m relishing in the forbidden…and it’s wrong.” Ben’s eyes were pleading with Anakin to understand his motivations. And the young man did, really—but he did not like it a bit.
“So you were planning to break us up without even telling me why…” Anakin said bitterly.
“Luke, by the purposes of this place, there should not be any “us” to break up. I would have stopped coming here instead telling you I was going to go on an extended mission, and you would have found another partner.” Ben spread his hands. “You must understand why this has to end. We are Jedi.”
There was a definitive edge in Ben’s tone, as if the last line explained everything—and in truth it did. They were Jedi and Jedi could not be in love with each other.
Anakin took a deep breath to steady himself. “All right, Ben. I…understand. However, before you walk away from me forever, will you do something for me?”
Ben nodded.
“Will you make love to me?” He saw Ben startle and look at him, hesitation in his eyes. “Please,” he begged. “I know that there won’t be other men after you, and I want to know what it feels like, if only once in my life.”
“If you are sure…”
“I am.”
Ben nodded again. “As you wish, Luke. I-I too want to make love to you…very much so.”
“Good.” Anakin smiled, albeit weakly. “Let’s get rid of these clothes.”
They undressed slowly, each of them watching intently as the other stripped, not wanting to lose a moment of their last time of intimacy. When he was naked, Ben went to the bedside table, opened its drawer and rummaged into it until he found a small bottle, which he put on the table top.
“Lubricant,” he explained to Anakin’s curious gaze, and the young man blushed.
Anakin sat on the bed and scooted in until he was in the middle of the mattress, beside Ben.
They kissed, first gently and slowly, weighted down by their upcoming separation. But then, the feel of each other’s skin, warmth and taste began to arouse them, and their kisses became hotter and more passionate.
Anakin caressed Ben’s cheek with his thumbs as he pulled him more into his mouth, wishing he could feel the older man’s skin instead of the mask’s strange texture. But he could not ask Ben to remove his mask. He knew himself too well: should he know Ben’s features, he would not stop searching for him until he discovered his identity—and that would only make things more difficult for both of them.
Ben disentangled from Anakin, and rolled on his side, encouraging the younger man to do the same, so they were spooning together, the older man’s chest pressed against his partner’s back.
Ben pulled Anakin's leg in between his, trapping it with his knees. He slipped his arm under the younger man's shoulders so that their faces were close together.
Anakin sighed, wondering what Ben was up to. He soon discovered it when the older man’s fist closed around his erection, stroking it.
Anakin turned his head, and his lips met Ben’s. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Should not we …?"
Ben kissed his ear and murmured back, "Yes, we will make love, but not yet. Now enjoy this."
Ben’s strokes grew faster and Anakin moaned in delight. That calloused hand was so skilled…it seemed like it knew how and where exactly Anakin wanted to be touched.
When Anakin was about to come, Ben let go of his erection, making him moan again, this time in disappointment. The older man reached out with his arm and took the lubricant he had left on the bedside table. He opened the bottle and poured some liquid in his hand.
Anakin tensed at the action, but Ben soothed him. “Shh, don’t be concerned, we can stop anytime."
"No, I don't want to stop. I want to know how it feels like to have you inside me."
Ben shifted and Anakin braced himself, expecting to feel him pushing himself inside, but instead the older man just resumed stroking his cock, his hand now slick with oil. Just as Anakin arched, thrusting in that delicious fist, a finger was gently pushed inside him.
Anakin had expected some pain, but none came. The feeling was a bit strange, but not unpleasant, even when another finger was added. Anakin was so excited by the idea of having Ben inside him that his body opened willingly, inviting more pressure, more depth and more fullness than the fingers could provide.
Ben kept on stretching him for a few minutes then whispered, “How do you want it? On your back? On your stomach? On your knees?”
Anakin considered it for a moment. “I want to see your eyes when you fill me. May I ride you?”
Ben’s “yes” was just a strangled moan, as he let go of Anakin’s erection and rolled to lay on his back. He took the bottle and thrust it in Anakin’s hand. “Prepare me,” he commanded quietly.
Anakin obeyed, opening the container and dripping the oil on Ben’s erect cock, enjoying how his partner hissed when the cool liquid touched his over-sensitized skin.
He spread the oil on Ben’s shaft, until he was completely slick. Then he straddled the older man’s hips and taking hold of his erection, slowly lowered himself on it.
Anakin squeezed his eyes shut as he felt a blaze of pain when the swollen head slipped in. My, but Ben was big!
“Do you want to stop?” Ben whispered, rubbing his thighs to soothe him. “It’s all right if you want to.”
“No…I don’t want to stop.” Anakin bit down his lower lip and willed himself to relax, as he impaled himself on Ben’s cock, not stopping until it was all the way in.
Once it was done, Anakin rested, panting as he got used to the feeling inside him. The pain was already disappearing, leaving behind a strange but not unpleasant sensation of fullness.
“Are you all right?” Ben asked, caressing his hips.
“Yes.”
“Then move. Please.”
Anakin smiled down. He liked to have Ben beneath him, completely exposed and open. He began rising and falling on the cock, first slowly and then more quickly as he discovered that the movement caused the turgid organ to brush something inside him, something that made him groan with pleasure every time.
“Luke, so good, Force,” Ben growled, pushing himself up to a sitting position. He put his hands on Anakin’s hips, helping him to ride him faster and harder.
Anakin put his arms around Ben’s back, pulling him as close as possible, as the pace of their movements increased even more. He cried out as Ben’s hand sneaked between their bellies to take hold of his oil-slick cock, stroking his hand up and down the shaft to match Anakin's rhythm.
“Come, Luke, come,” Ben coaxed him, his voice hoarse with desire, and Anakin did just that. He bit down on Ben’s shoulder, so hard he broke the skin, as stars exploded behind his closed eyes in the most intense orgasm he could remember. Caught in his ecstasy he barely noticed when Ben joined him, crying out and bathing his insides with his warm seed.
When Anakin recovered his wits, he found himself slumped against Ben, head buried into his neck. The older man was still inside him, and he clenched his muscles, wishing to keep him in as long as possible.
“Why are you crying, Luke?” Ben asked, rubbing his back in soothing circles. “Did I hurt you?”
Anakin, who had not been aware he was crying, shook his head. “No, you didn’t hurt me. I’m crying because this was so beautiful and I will never have it again…” was his reply, muffled by Ben’s skin.
Ben did not answer, but his arms tightened around Anakin.
Silence fell over them, the quietness of the room broken only by their breaths and by Anakin’s whimper when Ben’s spent cock slipped out of him.
He held on the other man, storing both his scent and the feel of his skin into his memory, until, in the end, he could not bear that silence full of dread anymore.
He disentangled from Ben’s arms, and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, facing away from the other Jedi.
“Go Ben, please. It’s useless to drag this out,” he said, biting his lower lip to prevent himself from crying.
“Yes…I think it’s for the best.”
Anakin lowered his head as he felt Ben leave the bed and walk around the room, collecting his clothes. Then he heard steps circle the bed, direct to the door, stop and return near the bed.
A strong hand squeezed Anakin’s shoulder, and while he did not raise his head, he put his own hand over Ben’s, covering it.
They stayed like that for a moment, then they both removed their hands.
“Goodbye, Luke. May the Force be with you always,” Ben whispered, before he walked back to the door—and this time he did not stop.
Once he was gone, Anakin threw himself on the mattress, hugged the closest pillow, and broke in agonized sobs.
Part 4: http://generale-kenobi.livejournal.c
