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30for3, fanfic

FIC: Never - Anakin/Obi-Wan/Padmé - R
TITLE: Never
AUTHOR: agentj / agentjedi
CHALLENGE: 30for3
CLAIM: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala
THEMESET/PROMPT: One; #23 If It Wasn't You...
RATING: R
DATE WRITTEN: 28 August 2007
TIMEFRAME: A few months after Attack of the Clones during Clone Wars.
SUMMARY: Longing to be back home with his wife, Anakin discovers Obi-Wan has secret longings too.
CONTENT WARNING: Opposite and same sex pairings. Explicit sex.
WORD COUNT: 2,016
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wasn't entirely sure how to interpret this prompt for 30for3. It sounded more like a case of mistaken identity than "if I couldn't have you" senario. A bit of gender-bending inspired by knows_no_bounds and lots of smut provided just in time for bbtp_challenge. Bringing back the pr0n as ordered, boss!

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Anakin had come back to Coruscant in the middle of the night. He had wasted no time rushing to the apartments at 500 Republica to return to the woman he loved. She had been asleep. Anakin smiled. He had missed his wife so much. Padmé was a vision of beauty in the light of Coruscant's night.

He was so desperate to be with her, he hadn't remembered taking off all of his clothes and slipping into bed with her. He was somewhat surprised to find she was as equally naked as he when he found silken flesh as he stroked her back. She was so soft, so warm. Anakin traced the outline of her body, down the hollow of her back, around the curve of her buttocks. His hand lightly brushed the growth of hair above her sex, and she squirmed at his touch to turn herself to face him.

Oh, but she was so beautiful. He loved watching her in the twinkling lights, her skin softly aglow. He would watch with fascination at the gentle roundness of her breasts as her chest heaved. He wanted more than anything to touch her and hear her moan, feel her body roll against him to his touch.

Anakin glided his hand upward against her tight, muscled abdomen. He frowned. Had Padmé been working harder in her hand-to-hand combat skills? Well, she would never need to do that again. He was home now. He would protect her.

He slipped his hand up along the downy hairs of her well-defined arms. Anakin frowned again. Padmé had been working out, quite a lot by the feel of the definition of her arm muscles.

Padmé was smiling at him. He didn't care if she had put on a little muscle. Her smile and the way her soft sable eyes would gaze back with all the love she had was enough.

He reached out to run his fingers through her hair only to discover she had cut it quite short. Her beautiful brown curls were cropped close. How had he not seen this in the faint light? No matter. Padmé's hair was still soft and silky under his fingertips.

Leaning in close, Anakin brushed his cheek against her...beard?!

Anakin jerked awake. Beneath him was Obi-Wan Kenobi, facing him with lips parted and a blissful expression on his face.

Anakin swallowed. Thank goodness he stopped in time from doing something foolish with his master. How would he have explained it?

Anakin looked down between them. Not only were the two of them quite naked, they were also extremely aroused. Although he had seen his master naked before, Anakin had never seen him fully erect. Anakin had always been jealous of his master's physical attributes. Obi-Wan had assured him that as Anakin grew taller, the rest of him would grow too.

Seeing them side by side, Anakin realised Obi-Wan had been only partly correct. Watching Obi-Wan's face carefully, Anakin made sure he was still asleep before he pressed his body down along Obi-Wan's.

There was no mistaking it. Obi-Wan's girth was by far superior to Anakin's. Even the purpled veins protruding from his organ seemed thicker and more impressive. But Anakin smirked as he lined up their bases and discovered his was a whole head longer.

A groan emitted from Obi-Wan's lips.

Anakin startled and looked back into Obi-Wan's face. Beneath him, Obi-Wan squirmed and murmured, "Mmmm, Master...."

Anakin's eyes widened. Obi-Wan was also having a sexual dream...about Qui-Gon? A master and a padawan having sexual relations together? Was it even permissible?

Obi-Wan was pressing into him now, and he moaned again. "Oh, Master. How I've longed for you...."

So not permissible, then. Nevertheless, Obi-Wan, the man who remained Anakin's master until the Council would give Anakin permission to become a full Jedi Knight, continued to pump and grind his erect organ against that of his padawan. His very married padawan. Married in secret which was also forbidden.

Anakin remained there, frozen in a slightly propped position over his master's desperate body. The way Obi-Wan's organ rubbed against his caused the kind of friction that made his own member twitch. Instinctively, Anakin's hips bucked back in response.

"Oh, Master," Obi-Wan sighed breathlessly. "Use the lube...please."

Anakin looked about in the dark and saw their jumble of clothing at the foot of the sleep couch. Anakin kept droid joint lubricant in his cloak. He had used it on himself in the past with no ill effects.

Anakin raised his mechanical arm, and the vial of mechanical lubricant rose from his robe and shot into his hand. As he unscrewed the cap, he looked down on his master who continued to writhe and pant. He apparently was already engaged with his phantom lover.

Anakin frowned. Don't do this, he told himself. Obi-Wan wouldn't want you to take advantage of him.

After he had spent barely two months at the Jedi Temple, Anakin had been awakened by the sound of his new master rising in the night, dressing and going down into the practice salle where he performed katas for hours before returning back to their apartments for only an hour's sleep.

When Obi-Wan complained to a healer that he constantly felt tired, Anakin piped up about Obi-Wan's nocturnal excursions. The new Jedi Master was shocked to discover he had no memory of it, and that he apparently was suffering from a stress-induced sleep disorder. The healer gave Obi-Wan a shot to administer before sleep in order to keep him immobile so that he could not do harm to himself or others in his dream state.

Once they went out on missions, Obi-Wan refused to take the medication. He said he needed to be able to move quickly if the situation demanded it. When Anakin had assured Obi-Wan that he wasn't getting up in the middle of the night anymore, he forsook the shots all together. Obi-Wan hadn't sleep walked in years.

Obviously the stress of the war had changed that, and even Anakin was apparently not immune to the same disorder. He had tried to engage Obi-Wan in sexual relations as he dreamed about Padmé. Now Obi-Wan—whether it was Anakin's fault in stimulating him or not didn't matter—was seeking sexual gratification in his sleep as well.

Anakin grappled with his morals. What harm would it do? his more rambunctious side responded. Obviously the two of you need some release or you wouldn't have dreamed about your lovers.

But what about Padmé? His conscience side responded. It's like cheating on her.

No, it's not, his other side answered. You were thinking of her. Besides, who would ever tell?

"Master?" Obi-Wan interrupted his inner monologue. "Master, where are you?"

Anakin looked down on Obi-Wan's face. Despite the beard and the slight greying around his temples, Obi-Wan's voice sounded so young as he pleaded for his dream lover to return.

Anakin brushed his flesh hand across Obi-Wan's brow and down the side of his face. His master responded to his touch, rubbing his bearded cheek into Anakin's palm.

"Oh...Master," Obi-Wan sighed with great pleasure. Anakin could feel the happiness coming off of him in waves. "Please...take me!"

Anakin allowed himself to absorb Obi-Wan's emotions. Obi-Wan was so happy in his apparent master's embrace. He missed Qui-Gon so much...as much as Anakin missed Padmé.

"Yes...my padawan," Anakin whispered his response. "I will."

Quickly, Anakin finished unscrewing the cap of lube and spread it generously over both their engorged members.

He wasn't sure what was required to happen next, but apparently Obi-Wan's body knew exactly what it needed. The older man gripped Anakin with a fierce strength of a battle-hardened general and kissed him ferociously.

Anakin felt Obi-Wan's hardness slipping and rubbing against his own haphazardly. It was so different than when Padmé ground against him. The lubricant provided adequate wetness, but it was a different heat that was generated between them. Instead of the soft engulfing heat of Padmé's sex, it was the hard friction of Obi-Wan's member against his. It was different, but it was good.

Anakin reached between them and clasped their organs together as his hips responded to the thrusts of his master. Obi-Wan's fingers clawed at Anakin's buttocks with a strength that Padmé would never have been able to muster no matter how many hours of self-defence training she did.

Obi-Wan's chest was hard, and his chest hairs felt strange against Anakin's smoothness. But nice, Anakin admitted, and soft like the hair on Obi-Wan's head which his mechanical hand now tried to explore.

Of all the strange sensations of being intimate with another man, the most surprising to Anakin was the dichotomy of Obi-Wan's kiss. His master's mustache tickled Anakin's upper lip, but Obi-Wan's mouth was velvety soft. The beard hid how full Obi-Wan's lower lip really was, and his tongue...Anakin completely lost himself in touching and tasting his master's oral organ. It was so dexterous, so tantalising....

This time, Anakin growled.

Obi-Wan had hooked a leg around his lover, forcing Anakin to press all of his weight down onto his master. He was the one doing the grunting now as Obi-Wan massaged Anakin's spiky-haired skull. Obi-Wan's hand slipped lower and wrapped itself around Anakin's shoulder. Fingernails dug into Anakin's subtle flesh almost to the point of bruising.

This was so different than being with Padmé. The most aggressive she would get would be to growl like a Nexu and flip him on to his back before mounting him and kissing him passionately. The intensity Obi-Wan demanded from him was like a taxing sabre session. Although he was on top of Obi-Wan, it was his master who controlled the pace.

Anakin discovered he really enjoyed this and began to wonder if there was a way to make Padmé more aggressive in their love play.

Suddenly Anakin felt as if he couldn't breathe. He broke from their kiss, his thrusts against his master's body growing into a crescendo. His face twisted in painful ecstasy as his life's milk spurted out of him in two quick bursts.

As he let the waves of pleasure wash over him, Anakin felt Obi-Wan's grip on his shoulder change.

"...Anakin?" Obi-Wan's voice sounded distant though his hardened muscular body lay drenched with sweat and come beneath him.

Slowly Anakin opened his eyes.

A troubled face of Obi-Wan peered back at him.

"Oh—Master!" Anakin cried. He scrabbled away from the wet stickiness between them.

Obi-Wan stared perplexed at his hardened organ and the white substance across his hairy chest.

"Oh—gods! I—I don't know what happened!" Anakin lied in desperation.

Obi-Wan suddenly sat up and grabbed his cloak at the foot of the sleep couch, and covered his soiled torso. As he wiped away the remnants of Anakin's ejaculation, he spoke tightly, "We will never speak of what happened here." He turned, his eyes full of guilt and shame. "To anyone." Obi-Wan's voice shook.

Anakin swallowed. No, he would not tell the Council or Master Yoda. Obi-Wan's position as a new master on the Jedi Council was secure. Anakin shook his head and looked away.

Obi-Wan nodded and patted Anakin's sweaty shoulder with his own clamy palm for reassurance that everything was going back to the way it should be. He then turned his back on his padawan and laid down, his cloak still clinging to his nude form.

Anakin sighed softly and laid down with his back against the mattress. He stared up at the ceiling. For a while, the only sound that filled the air was of their laboured breathing.

No, he wouldn't tell anyone. If the Council knew, then Padmé would find out. The Council could not know about Padmé. Obi-Wan certainly could not know about Padmé. And Padmé could never, ever know about Obi-Wan. He would never do anything to hurt her ever again; he swore to it.

Anakin closed his eyes. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he felt Obi-Wan shudder and whimper beside him as his master finished himself off.

No one would ever know.

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