"Something Quite Unexpected"
PAIRING: Anakin / Obi Wan
RATING: NC-17
PART: 2/? Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars




ANAKIN POV ---

I knew he was hiding something from me. That look on his face when I asked him about his lip, oh god! The way his pupils dilated, and his eyes began to burn, the delicious heat upon his skin. I wanted to reach out to him and kiss him (god how I wanted to kiss him), but inside I was reeling--who had touched Obi Wan, who was allowed the privilege that I surely would be denied? Who made him so fucking hot, made him squirm? A red haze settled before my eyes, I would find out who the woman was--or if it were a man, I would kill him.

These were my thoughts as I walked into the training room again. Obi Wan was taking off his shirt, I let myself gaze at the muscles on his chest. Obi Wan looked startled when he saw me, "Oh Anakin," he blushed a little, I fought back the urge to raise an eyebrow, "I had not expected you so soon." I gritted my teeth, my Master looked distant again, the embers of desire deep in his dark eyes. The man must have been thinking of whoever had torn his lip, I narrowed my eyes briefly. His mind should be on me while we were sparring.

"Forgive me Master, I did not mean to startle you." My words seemed genuine, Obi Wan blushed a shade deeper. I took off my shirt.

"Of course not." The man's eyes raked over my chest, I shrugged it off as a simple assessment. He glanced back up at my face and what I saw there shocked me---calm desire, the embers of lust now ignited to flaming passion. I froze in the process of discarding my shirt, both of us simply staring at the other. Obi Wan stiffened, uncomfortable, "What?" He asked. A wolfish grin spread over my face.

"Nothing." I pretended to blush and turn away, but I could see Obi Wan's eyes glaze over and his stare settle on my lips-- I licked them. Obi Wan shifted, gaze flicking to my impassive features, then back to my lips. I turned back to my Master. "I'm ready."

Obi Wan simply looked at me for a moment, then "For training. Right. I apologize, I'm a little distracted." I'll bet. "I just haven't been myself lately." I wonder why. "I seem to be coming down with something." Like a strong case of lust.

"Oh. Well, if you'd like Master, we could skip our training today." There was a pause, and I could see that Obi Wan was seriously considering it, but I knew that he would never shrug off his responsibility.

"No, thank you for offering Anakin, but I'll be fine." I nodded and got into the ready stance, light saber humming. He hesitated for a moment, then mirrored my movements. "Once quickly, like we practiced yesterday." I nodded again, my mouth twitching. This was going to be really good. "All right Anakin?"

I glanced up at him, cock hardening at his features composed in determination. "Yes master." my voice sounded gravely, I was unsurprised considering my train of thought. I saw Obi Wan flinch, his gaze dropping for a moment.

"Right." He replied, trying to sound nonchalant. He made the first move, a lunge as his light saber went singing through the air. I countered, then made the second, attacking his left side. He met me with the appropriate block, the two of us circled for a moment, then he parried again. It was halfway through when he lunged for my right side, yesterday we never touched the right side. I scurried to block the attack, glancing up at his face.

He was smiling. That bastard.

I smiled back at him. He was really going to get it this time. I launched myself at him, a fast series of thrusts and blocks. We ended with light sabers crossed and the two of us panting. We were mere inches away, light sabers humming over our heads. I just couldn't help it when my gaze roamed over his face, the sweat dripping down his jaw, pooling in his collar bone to bead on his chest. I shivered slightly, my gaze drifting to the ground. We both just breathed for a moment, then I looked up, catching him in the process of staring at me. I smirked slightly, then locked eyes with him (now or never) and rocked my hips.

It was just a brush of fabric, but the friction over my aching cock had white hot pleasure shooting down my spine. I watched as Obi Wan's head tipped back, fighting to cover his gasp and groan. In the next moment he was stumbling backwards, light saber sheathed. "Anakin, what" he breathed deep for a moment, his words were fast and jumbled with a gravely note to them, "what in hell do you think you're doing?" He sounded almost angry. I rolled my eyes and sheathed my light saber.

"Obviously, I'm seducing you."



To Be Continued