Jarkai Fiction and Graphics (jarkai) wrote in 50episodes, @ 2007-09-15 13:17:00 |
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Lipservice (Star Wars, Ani/Obi, 440 Words)
Fandom: Star Wars
Title: Lipservice (440 Words)
Author: jarkai_fic on LJ/jarkai everywhere else
Beta: legolad
Theme(s): (For 50episodes on Insanejournal, Table #10, Prompt #14 - Slave)
Pairing/Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker
Rating: Mature. Pure PWP.
Disclaimer/claimer: Characters owned by George Lucas.
Critiques: Yes.
Summary: You never know what you have until you've lost it. A response to #13, Master - Less Traveled
"Force, Anakin, your--"
Obi-Wan broke off, gasping. Between his legs, Anakin's head continued to bob, his partner's speed increasing along with the tightness of his mouth. Wetness pooled in Obi-wan's lap--both his own and Anakin's spittle, he knew--and seeped into the sheets below. Obi-Wan seized the damp cotton, fists clenching in time with his jaw, air hissing between his teeth in a frantic rhythm. In the back of his mind, he was sure it should not be like this, was sure that Anakin was the one who should be bucking in response to his movements. Instead it felt like he was trying to ride a Krayt Dragon, and dragons go only where they want.
Lolling his head forward, Obi-Wan took hold of Anakin's hair again, trying to rein him in. "I'm going to--"
"No."
"Can't--"
"No."
The reprimand was more than a warning. It was an order, low and dangerous despite its softness. Obi-Wan's mouth went dry. "Anakin?"
Slick fingers closed around the base of Obi-Wan's shaft nearly to the point of pain. "Not until I say so."
Obi-Wan stared. Anakin smiled briefly, hungrily, before his mouth plunged downward again. His eyes never lowered. After that there was no more thought of thrusting. There was only heat and fiction, Anakin's throat and Anakin holding him down, and the blue gaze locked with Obi-Wan's own.
Suddenly Anakin's grip eased. It was all the permission Obi-Wan needed. He arched, crying out, and the word echoed in the room long after he had tumbled back into the sheets, long after the trembling in his limbs had ceased.
With a single motion, Anakin rolled Obi-Wan toward him, cinching arms around his waist. "It isn't betrayal," Anakin began quietly, as if afraid to overpower what had been said. "It's different."
Obi-Wan looked up from Anakin's chest, meeting that blue gaze again. He swallowed hard. Differences meant nothing; Obi-Wan understood them well enough. Time and circumstances had changed. Titles had reversed, and then had become nothing more than tokens of affection and respect. On the battlefield, equality was all that lay between Obi-Wan and his current partner. But those eyes and the authority they exuded, the absolute knowledge that in this at least the men who owned them would forever be in control--that alone was the same.
Obi-Wan pushed his head into Anakin's breastbone. He whispered the word a second time, feeling its weight on his tongue. Gods, after all these years... he hadn't realized how much he'd missed it, how much he'd needed to utter it all this time.
"Master," Obi-Wan said again, louder, the third time, and wept.
[END]