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FIC: Room 0017 (Obi-Wan/Anakin, NC-17) 4/4
TITLE: Room 0017 4/4
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: http://generale-kenobi.livejournal.c
PART 4
The ten days following his last night with Ben were pure hell for Anakin.
He had completely lost his will to live. He was apathetic, had no appetite and had lost all his interests, even for the activities he liked most. At night, he cried himself asleep. He had never suffered so much, not even when Padme had asked for the divorce.
On the eleventh evening, he was in his quarters, slumped on the couch, replaying into his mind all his moments with Ben. For a few days after their final time, Anakin had been slightly sore from their lovemaking. He had welcomed the pain as a reminder of Ben, but now it had gone, and the only pain still with him was due to his broken heart.
The comlink beeped with an incoming message. Anakin did not really want to stand up and check it, but he decided to do it all the same. Maybe it was the Council, summoning him because he had been assigned a new mission.
Anakin would welcome the chance to leave the Temple for a while; this way he would stop to looking for Ben in every auburn haired Jedi he met.
Anakin switched on the comlink and the face of Mace Windu appeared, calmly announcing that he had been assigned to teach a lightsabre class for six and seven years old initiates.
“What?!” Anakin blurted when the message ended. He, teaching to a group of snotty children? He disliked children, had no patience with them—and he was not going to teach them.
Who was the laserbrain who had proposed to give him the task? Anakin wanted to look at the man—or woman—in the eyes as he gave them a piece of his mind, and who cared if they exiled him on Hoth! At least he would have the satisfaction to call some Council member “idiot”.
He smirked. There was a sure way to know who the culprit was. Sometime it paid off to have a former master that was on the Council.
Anakin stormed out of his rooms, actually happy for his anger—it made him feel alive. He marched toward Obi-Wan’s quarters with such a stormy expression on his face that every Jedi he met hurried to step out of his way.
Anakin had avoided Obi-Wan like the plague during the previous days. He knew his ever perceptive old Master would know something was wrong with him, and the younger Jedi did not wish to tell him exactly what it was—and suffer through the lecture about the dangers of attachments that would surely come.
Nor he wanted to lie to his best friend by inventing some excuse, hence he had preferred to keep his distance—until now.
Once in front of Obi-Wan’s door, Anakin used the old code his Master had never changed, to barge inside.
“Master!” he called out loudly.
Obi-Wan stepped out of the ‘fresher, wearing a white bathrobe and holding a towel. He looked surprised at the younger man.
“Anakin! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” he said looking at his former padawan with critical eyes. He had, of course, sensed Anakin’s boiling emotions.
“I’ve just received a message from Master Windu. He said the Council has assigned me to teach a bunch of children! I want to know who the idiot was that proposed such an idea!”
“Well,” Obi-Wan replied, unfazed by Anakin’s behaviour, “actually it was a collective decision.” He raised his hands to towel off his dripping hair. “We thought it would do you good to interact with children. Sooner or later you will have to take a padawan and- Anakin are you listening to me?”
No, Anakin was no longer listening. All of his attention was reverted to a large purplish bruise on Obi-Wan’s neck. When his Master had raised his arms to dry his hair, the bathrobe had loosened, and now the gap at the neck showed more of Obi-Wan’s torso. Including the mark, shaped like a bite, that marred his skin in the exact spot where Anakin had bitten Ben during their lovemaking.
“What is that?” Anakin asked agitated, pointing to the mark.
“This?” Obi-Wan covered the bruise with his hand. “This…” he licked his lips, obviously not knowing what to say.
Anakin stepped closer and looked, really looked, at his Master. He noticed the thick, wet, auburn hair, the hair covered chest, the blue-grey eyes.
“Take off your bathrobe,” Anakin whispered. There was something else he needed to check.
“I beg your pardon?” Obi-Wan’s expression was stunned.
Unable to wait a single moment more, Anakin stepped forward and grabbed Obi-Wan’s right arm, stilling it as he slipped his hand in the wide sleeve of the bathrobe, sliding up the warm skin until his fingers met a very familiar scar.
A scar that Anakin had touched, kissed and licked many times, for the ridged tissue was extremely sensitive, and he could drive its bearer wild by stimulating it.
Anakin let go of the arm and took a staggering step back, his head spinning. “Ben…” he murmured.
Obi-Wan’s eyes widened in shock. “Luke?” he croaked out.
“Yes…” and without thinking twice, Anakin raised his arms and embraced the smaller man, pulling him close.
As he pressed his face against the older man’s neck, Anakin realized why Ben’s scent and presence had always made him feel safe. Because it was the same scent that had enveloped Anakin when, as a child, he had looked for and found comfort and shelter from his nightmares in his Master’s bed and embrace. A scent he had evidently never forgotten despite the many years that had elapsed.
He also realized the reason of the strange texture of Ben’s mask on his face and neck. It was due to Obi-Wan’s beard, that the mask had not been able to reproduce.
Anakin should have been shocked that Ben, his affectionate, spontaneous Ben, and his reserved, controlled Master were the same person, but he was not. The two men had already morphed into one in his mind and heart, so easily that Anakin wondered for a brief moment if it was possible that, deep inside, in a instinctive way, he had always known Ben was Obi-Wan.
Whatever the reason, Anakin was now aware of how little he knew about Obi-Wan and he promised himself he would spend the rest of his life trying to unravel the mystery of this intriguing, wonderful man—if Obi-Wan allowed it, that is.
Anakin was expecting Obi-Wan to push him back, to tell him it was not appropriate or wrong, that what had been said in Room 0017 still stood, but instead his Master simply hugged him back, pressing him more tightly against his chest.
Hope stirred into Anakin, but he squashed it down. Obi-Wan would not break the Code for him anymore than he would have done for Luke, and this situation could turn into a nightmare in no time. What if he ended up losing his best friend after losing his lover?
And yet, when Obi-Wan kissed him on his neck, Anakin forgot all his worries. He slid down on his knees, out of his Master’s embrace and loosened the belt of the bathrobe, pushing the white fabric away to reveal the beloved body he had thought he would never see again.
He leaned forward and nuzzled the damp curls at Obi-Wan’s groin, before opening his mouth and pulling the flaccid penis inside. He enveloped the soft organ with his mouth, caressing it with his tongue, humming contentedly as he felt it starting to firm.
Obi-Wan let Anakin enjoy himself for a while, fingers caressing his curls, then he tugged at the hair a bit harder.
“Stand up, Anakin,” he whispered, “We need to talk.”
Here it goes, Anakin thought with despair, reluctantly releasing his Master’s penis. He took his time to stand up, and even when he did, he refused to meet Obi-Wan’s face. He watched instead how his Master’s strong hands, the hands that had caressed him so many times, pulled close the robe and tied the belt.
“Look at me, Anakin,” Obi-Wan commanded gently, and used as he was to obeying that voice, Anakin did.
He raised his head and met his Master’s tear-filled eyes.
The sight surprised him. Obi-Wan crying? Obi-Wan never cried! His eyes had been dry even during Qui-Gon’s funeral!
“Obi-Wan, Master? Are you all right?” he asked, concern overwhelming his desperation.
“Yes, I’m just so happy I’m not able to contain it…I thought I had lost Luke- you- forever,” Obi-Wan traced a finger along Anakin’s cheek.
Anakin took the finger and pulled it to his lips, kissing it. “You are happy because you found me again? Why? You were the one who told me we had to stop seeing each other!”
“I know…but I was wrong. I realized it these past days. And it was my love for you, what made me realize the mistake I had committed.” Obi-Wan stopped talking, and kissed Anakin quite soundly.
Anakin responded to the kiss, his heart singing with joy, but his brain was confused. What had Obi-Wan meant?
His Master was kissing his neck and had the situation not been so serious, Anakin would have laughed at their role reversal. Usually Anakin was the one who wanted to act, while Obi-Wan was the one who insisted on talking.
He gently pushed Obi-Wan back and asked, “Please Master, explain to me, because you didn’t make much sense…at least to this dazzled brain.”
Obi-Wan smiled quickly, before he sobered. “Anakin, you know – or at least I hope you know—that I’ve always loved you, as my Padawan and my best friend. I’m deeply attached to you and it would never cross my mind to break our friendship because of it. So you see, I thought about you, Anakin, while I was mourning Luke’s loss and I realized that if I could be attached to you, Anakin, so much, and not feel guilty, then I could be attached to Luke too. I could love Luke too. But he was gone, because I had pushed him away…and so I thought I had lost my second chance at love for good…until now.” Obi-Wan watched straight into Anakin’s eyes, a mute question in his gaze.
Anakin smiled broadly. “Of course I want to be with you! I love you Obi-Wan, Master, Ben! I love you!”
Obi-Wan’s eyes brightened as a slow smile spread on his face. “I love you too, Anakin.”
They fell again in each other arms, kissing with urgency hands sliding up and down strong backs.
Anakin wanted to back the both of them into Obi-Wan’s bedroom, but there was a thing he still wished to know.
“Who was she, Obi-Wan? Your first love?”
“Siri Tachi. And yours?”
“Padme, who else?” Anakin said with a smile, as his hand slid between them, trying to loosen the bathrobe belt.
Obi-Wan’s hand reached out and took his own, stopping its movements. Anakin raised questioning eyes to meet his Master’ serious ones.
“It won’t be easy, Anakin. While Jedi are allowed to have sexual interludes outside Room 0017, they must not involve attachment, and we both know it’s not our case. We will need to be careful. Our commitment to the Force and duty to the Order will have to come first. I’m going to take a new Padawan by the end of the month, and it will unable us to see each other as much as we would like to.”
Anakin nodded. “I know, Obi-Wan. But as long as you love me, I can settle for everything we will be able to have. Just promise me you will dance again for me…”
Obi-Wan smiled, eyes twinkling with merriment. “That I can promise…” And speaking so he began backing toward his room, hips moving at the rhythm of a music only he could hear, as he slowly loosened his belt and opened his bathrobe.
Anakin’s eyes darkened at the sight of his lover – oh yes, what a joy it was to be able to call Obi-Wan so!—undressing and dancing for him. He quickly stepped forward, following his Master inside the bedroom, and palmed the door closed, shutting out the world, including his imminent lightsabre class, outside, at least for a while.
The End.
Oh this is an imagine of what could be happening behind that closed door...
This manip was made bybodeewan back in 2005 and I thought it suited perfectly this final scene of the fic. If you are new to the fandom, I suggest you to take a look at bodeewan LJ, for she created many other Obi/Ani manips.
TITLE: Room 0017 4/4
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: http://generale-kenobi.livejournal.c
PART 4
The ten days following his last night with Ben were pure hell for Anakin.
He had completely lost his will to live. He was apathetic, had no appetite and had lost all his interests, even for the activities he liked most. At night, he cried himself asleep. He had never suffered so much, not even when Padme had asked for the divorce.
On the eleventh evening, he was in his quarters, slumped on the couch, replaying into his mind all his moments with Ben. For a few days after their final time, Anakin had been slightly sore from their lovemaking. He had welcomed the pain as a reminder of Ben, but now it had gone, and the only pain still with him was due to his broken heart.
The comlink beeped with an incoming message. Anakin did not really want to stand up and check it, but he decided to do it all the same. Maybe it was the Council, summoning him because he had been assigned a new mission.
Anakin would welcome the chance to leave the Temple for a while; this way he would stop to looking for Ben in every auburn haired Jedi he met.
Anakin switched on the comlink and the face of Mace Windu appeared, calmly announcing that he had been assigned to teach a lightsabre class for six and seven years old initiates.
“What?!” Anakin blurted when the message ended. He, teaching to a group of snotty children? He disliked children, had no patience with them—and he was not going to teach them.
Who was the laserbrain who had proposed to give him the task? Anakin wanted to look at the man—or woman—in the eyes as he gave them a piece of his mind, and who cared if they exiled him on Hoth! At least he would have the satisfaction to call some Council member “idiot”.
He smirked. There was a sure way to know who the culprit was. Sometime it paid off to have a former master that was on the Council.
Anakin stormed out of his rooms, actually happy for his anger—it made him feel alive. He marched toward Obi-Wan’s quarters with such a stormy expression on his face that every Jedi he met hurried to step out of his way.
Anakin had avoided Obi-Wan like the plague during the previous days. He knew his ever perceptive old Master would know something was wrong with him, and the younger Jedi did not wish to tell him exactly what it was—and suffer through the lecture about the dangers of attachments that would surely come.
Nor he wanted to lie to his best friend by inventing some excuse, hence he had preferred to keep his distance—until now.
Once in front of Obi-Wan’s door, Anakin used the old code his Master had never changed, to barge inside.
“Master!” he called out loudly.
Obi-Wan stepped out of the ‘fresher, wearing a white bathrobe and holding a towel. He looked surprised at the younger man.
“Anakin! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” he said looking at his former padawan with critical eyes. He had, of course, sensed Anakin’s boiling emotions.
“I’ve just received a message from Master Windu. He said the Council has assigned me to teach a bunch of children! I want to know who the idiot was that proposed such an idea!”
“Well,” Obi-Wan replied, unfazed by Anakin’s behaviour, “actually it was a collective decision.” He raised his hands to towel off his dripping hair. “We thought it would do you good to interact with children. Sooner or later you will have to take a padawan and- Anakin are you listening to me?”
No, Anakin was no longer listening. All of his attention was reverted to a large purplish bruise on Obi-Wan’s neck. When his Master had raised his arms to dry his hair, the bathrobe had loosened, and now the gap at the neck showed more of Obi-Wan’s torso. Including the mark, shaped like a bite, that marred his skin in the exact spot where Anakin had bitten Ben during their lovemaking.
“What is that?” Anakin asked agitated, pointing to the mark.
“This?” Obi-Wan covered the bruise with his hand. “This…” he licked his lips, obviously not knowing what to say.
Anakin stepped closer and looked, really looked, at his Master. He noticed the thick, wet, auburn hair, the hair covered chest, the blue-grey eyes.
“Take off your bathrobe,” Anakin whispered. There was something else he needed to check.
“I beg your pardon?” Obi-Wan’s expression was stunned.
Unable to wait a single moment more, Anakin stepped forward and grabbed Obi-Wan’s right arm, stilling it as he slipped his hand in the wide sleeve of the bathrobe, sliding up the warm skin until his fingers met a very familiar scar.
A scar that Anakin had touched, kissed and licked many times, for the ridged tissue was extremely sensitive, and he could drive its bearer wild by stimulating it.
Anakin let go of the arm and took a staggering step back, his head spinning. “Ben…” he murmured.
Obi-Wan’s eyes widened in shock. “Luke?” he croaked out.
“Yes…” and without thinking twice, Anakin raised his arms and embraced the smaller man, pulling him close.
As he pressed his face against the older man’s neck, Anakin realized why Ben’s scent and presence had always made him feel safe. Because it was the same scent that had enveloped Anakin when, as a child, he had looked for and found comfort and shelter from his nightmares in his Master’s bed and embrace. A scent he had evidently never forgotten despite the many years that had elapsed.
He also realized the reason of the strange texture of Ben’s mask on his face and neck. It was due to Obi-Wan’s beard, that the mask had not been able to reproduce.
Anakin should have been shocked that Ben, his affectionate, spontaneous Ben, and his reserved, controlled Master were the same person, but he was not. The two men had already morphed into one in his mind and heart, so easily that Anakin wondered for a brief moment if it was possible that, deep inside, in a instinctive way, he had always known Ben was Obi-Wan.
Whatever the reason, Anakin was now aware of how little he knew about Obi-Wan and he promised himself he would spend the rest of his life trying to unravel the mystery of this intriguing, wonderful man—if Obi-Wan allowed it, that is.
Anakin was expecting Obi-Wan to push him back, to tell him it was not appropriate or wrong, that what had been said in Room 0017 still stood, but instead his Master simply hugged him back, pressing him more tightly against his chest.
Hope stirred into Anakin, but he squashed it down. Obi-Wan would not break the Code for him anymore than he would have done for Luke, and this situation could turn into a nightmare in no time. What if he ended up losing his best friend after losing his lover?
And yet, when Obi-Wan kissed him on his neck, Anakin forgot all his worries. He slid down on his knees, out of his Master’s embrace and loosened the belt of the bathrobe, pushing the white fabric away to reveal the beloved body he had thought he would never see again.
He leaned forward and nuzzled the damp curls at Obi-Wan’s groin, before opening his mouth and pulling the flaccid penis inside. He enveloped the soft organ with his mouth, caressing it with his tongue, humming contentedly as he felt it starting to firm.
Obi-Wan let Anakin enjoy himself for a while, fingers caressing his curls, then he tugged at the hair a bit harder.
“Stand up, Anakin,” he whispered, “We need to talk.”
Here it goes, Anakin thought with despair, reluctantly releasing his Master’s penis. He took his time to stand up, and even when he did, he refused to meet Obi-Wan’s face. He watched instead how his Master’s strong hands, the hands that had caressed him so many times, pulled close the robe and tied the belt.
“Look at me, Anakin,” Obi-Wan commanded gently, and used as he was to obeying that voice, Anakin did.
He raised his head and met his Master’s tear-filled eyes.
The sight surprised him. Obi-Wan crying? Obi-Wan never cried! His eyes had been dry even during Qui-Gon’s funeral!
“Obi-Wan, Master? Are you all right?” he asked, concern overwhelming his desperation.
“Yes, I’m just so happy I’m not able to contain it…I thought I had lost Luke- you- forever,” Obi-Wan traced a finger along Anakin’s cheek.
Anakin took the finger and pulled it to his lips, kissing it. “You are happy because you found me again? Why? You were the one who told me we had to stop seeing each other!”
“I know…but I was wrong. I realized it these past days. And it was my love for you, what made me realize the mistake I had committed.” Obi-Wan stopped talking, and kissed Anakin quite soundly.
Anakin responded to the kiss, his heart singing with joy, but his brain was confused. What had Obi-Wan meant?
His Master was kissing his neck and had the situation not been so serious, Anakin would have laughed at their role reversal. Usually Anakin was the one who wanted to act, while Obi-Wan was the one who insisted on talking.
He gently pushed Obi-Wan back and asked, “Please Master, explain to me, because you didn’t make much sense…at least to this dazzled brain.”
Obi-Wan smiled quickly, before he sobered. “Anakin, you know – or at least I hope you know—that I’ve always loved you, as my Padawan and my best friend. I’m deeply attached to you and it would never cross my mind to break our friendship because of it. So you see, I thought about you, Anakin, while I was mourning Luke’s loss and I realized that if I could be attached to you, Anakin, so much, and not feel guilty, then I could be attached to Luke too. I could love Luke too. But he was gone, because I had pushed him away…and so I thought I had lost my second chance at love for good…until now.” Obi-Wan watched straight into Anakin’s eyes, a mute question in his gaze.
Anakin smiled broadly. “Of course I want to be with you! I love you Obi-Wan, Master, Ben! I love you!”
Obi-Wan’s eyes brightened as a slow smile spread on his face. “I love you too, Anakin.”
They fell again in each other arms, kissing with urgency hands sliding up and down strong backs.
Anakin wanted to back the both of them into Obi-Wan’s bedroom, but there was a thing he still wished to know.
“Who was she, Obi-Wan? Your first love?”
“Siri Tachi. And yours?”
“Padme, who else?” Anakin said with a smile, as his hand slid between them, trying to loosen the bathrobe belt.
Obi-Wan’s hand reached out and took his own, stopping its movements. Anakin raised questioning eyes to meet his Master’ serious ones.
“It won’t be easy, Anakin. While Jedi are allowed to have sexual interludes outside Room 0017, they must not involve attachment, and we both know it’s not our case. We will need to be careful. Our commitment to the Force and duty to the Order will have to come first. I’m going to take a new Padawan by the end of the month, and it will unable us to see each other as much as we would like to.”
Anakin nodded. “I know, Obi-Wan. But as long as you love me, I can settle for everything we will be able to have. Just promise me you will dance again for me…”
Obi-Wan smiled, eyes twinkling with merriment. “That I can promise…” And speaking so he began backing toward his room, hips moving at the rhythm of a music only he could hear, as he slowly loosened his belt and opened his bathrobe.
Anakin’s eyes darkened at the sight of his lover – oh yes, what a joy it was to be able to call Obi-Wan so!—undressing and dancing for him. He quickly stepped forward, following his Master inside the bedroom, and palmed the door closed, shutting out the world, including his imminent lightsabre class, outside, at least for a while.
The End.
Oh this is an imagine of what could be happening behind that closed door...
This manip was made by
bodeewan back in 2005 and I thought it suited perfectly this final scene of the fic. If you are new to the fandom, I suggest you to take a look at bodeewan LJ, for she created many other Obi/Ani manips.
