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[Hyperspace. Coruscant to Lothal, 23BBY]
"Master," Anakin broke the kiss with a whine. He was sitting on his master's lap, his upper robes on the floor of the cockpit and his padawan braid tangled in his master's right hand. "Please…" He begged, before Obi-Wan tugged his braid and kissed him again.
They had been flying towards Lothal for days now. Obi-Wan had requested the Council permission to visit the ancient temple there, now that Anakin had turned 18. It was one of his gifts to Anakin, now that he was of age, a trip to a temple that often helped masters and padawans to strengthen their bond.
Not that they really needed it, Anakin thought, if the hard cock pressed against his ass was anything to go by. Only five month since his coming of age and already plenty of his teenage years fantasies were coming true, from getting to kiss his master and cuddle with him during nighttime to filthier activities whenever they had time.
"What do you want, padawan?" Asked Obi-Wan, one of his hands sneaking under Anakin's pants and pressing the tip of his finger against his hole. Anakin gasped and pushed against the finger. "Do you want your master's cock inside you, darling?"
Anakin nodded, his cheeks blushing from how eager he seemed. But Obi-Wan only kissed him again, the hand that was holding Anakin's braid letting go to pat around his belt, most likely searching for the bacta packet he carried there.
[Lothal]
"Are you ready to land, padawan?" Obi-Wan asked from the co-pilot seat, pressing the bottoms that would let them perform the landing sequence.
They had already got the clearance to land, so Anakin pulled a couple of levers and steered the yoke gently, pulling them behind a slow cargo ship.
Anakin squirmed a bit, his ass sore still from their encounter and Obi-Wan's come slowly dripping out of him. It should have been uncomfortable and distracting, but it only served as a reminder of how much Obi-Wan wanted and cared for him, it helped him focus.
Eventually, they found themselves on solid ground, their ship barely shifting with how careful Anakin had lowered it on the hangar. "Excellent maneuver, Anakin." Obi-Wan praised, making him flush with delight. "Now, let me sort our documents out and see if I can get us a couple of speeders and we'll be ready to go."
And that's how they found themselves gliding over high grass. Lothal's weather was hot and dry, which made for a great combination in Anakin's opinion. Not too cold, but not sweating in their robes until it was unbearable. The wind on their faces felt nice, Obi-Wan's pleasure echoing in their bond.
The landscape was simple, with miles of only yellowish grass and small rock elevations here and there. The Force thrived on the planet, Anakin could feel it strongly around himself, even brighter than usual. It was no wonder the Jedi of old had built a temple.
Hours went by, the sun sliding slowly towards the horizon before Obi-Wan made them stop for the day. "There is some dry land here, I would rather we set camp for the night before continuing. There are marshes ahead."
They rolled out their sleeping mats, close to each other, and Anakin lit a small fire, careful to circle it enough so it wouldn't grow and burn the dry pastures.
Their meal was simple, some ration bars that Jedi usually packed for missions and some dry fruit Obi-Wan had recently started carrying in case he wanted a snack.
Finally, they settled down, Anakin curled against his master's side for warmth. They stared at the stars in silence, one of Obi-Wan's hands petting Anakin's short hair, occasionally playing with his braid, tugging on it and making Anakin gasp.
It didn't take long for Anakin to raise his chin and beg for a kiss, first chaste but soon turned heated, as Obi-Wan parted his lips and licked his way into Anakin's mouth.
Anakin whined and pulled away, putting one leg on each side of Obi-Wan's hips, straddling his lap and pressing down on Obi-Wan's cock. He leaned forward and started a new kiss, each whimper swallowed by his master as he felt his hands sneak under his robes and knead his ass.
He broke the kiss with a moan as he felt one finger tease his rim. "Force, padawan, you're still loose from before." Obi-Wan sounded breathless and Anakin could feel how his cock throbbed in his pants.
They kept kissing as Obi-Wan pressed two fingers into Anakin, curling them against his prostate. Anakin sobbed with pleasure, his cock hard in his pants, neglected and leaking. "Master, please…!"
He wasn't sure what he was asking for, but Obi-Wan only increased the intensity of his fingers' thrusting as he sucked on Anakin's jaw. "Come on, padawan, come." He ordered and Anakin wailed as his cock pulsed in his pants, warm come soiling the fabric. He slumped forward, breathing hard into Obi-Wan's neck. "Well done, darling."
They stayed like that for a while until Anakin recovered enough to get up on trembling legs. He winced at the sticky feeling inside his pants. "I'm gonna go clean this up."
He returned half an hour later, leaving his pants on a rock near them, so they could dry during the night and cuddled back close to Obi-Wan. His master immediately started rubbing his back soothingly and soon they both fell asleep.
The sun woke them up early in the morning and they resumed their journey. As they advanced, an imposing shape appeared on the horizon. While the shape was similar to all the small rock elevations they had been gliding past, this one was soaked in the Cosmic Force.
"That's the Temple, right?" He shouted over the wind around them. Obi-Wan answered with a simple yes, his voice clear despite the noise all around them.
It took them hours, but finally, they reached the rock formation, leaving their speeders hovering nearby. The whole place was quiet, though Anakin could feel the thrum in the Force. It felt like it was waiting for something to happen and Anakin shivered with anticipation.
"Very well, padawan, here is our first trial as a Jedi duo." Obi-Wan said, putting a hand on his shoulder and gently pushing him forward until they both stood on a circular platform, camouflaged in the stone around it. Anakin could even notice the faded traces of coloured carvings, probably the circular shapes Jedi of old were so fond of. "The temple will only open if we both focus together, master and padawan acting as one jedi, two halves of the same person."
Anakin smiled and nodded. It shouldn't be difficult for them. He closed his eyes when he saw Obi-Wan do it and focused.
And then the rock in front of them began shifting and twisting on itself.
[Lothal's Jedi Temple, 19 BBY]
Obi-Wan stared at the temple twisting on itself as the door appeared in front of them. On the platform next to where he was standing, Ahsoka and Anakin worked together.
Finally, the temple stopped moving and Anakin opened his eyes, Ahsoka following him. They seemed to be tuned to the other, even if there was an air of awkwardness around master and padawan. Ahsoka's whole trial was still fresh in each of their minds, putting a strain on their training bond.
Anakin had confided in Obi-Wan his fears about that strain. He could only imagine what Anakin was going through. He didn't have a bond with Ahsoka beyond a faint connection most Jedi shared with each other. Ahsoka was still mad at him too, seemingly putting Obi-Wan with the rest of the Council members that had —in her words, Anakin had revealed—abandoned her.
Plo Koon seemed to be the only Council member free of the cold shoulder treatment.
Obi-Wan often wondered if Ahsoka's current awkwardness towards her master had more to do with Anakin's own bond with Obi-Wan rather than a personal failing, as Anakin probably interpreted it like.
The visit to the Lothal Temple had been suggested by Anakin himself one night as they talked in bed. Anakin had mentioned how much the visit they had done together before the war had meant to him.
"Perhaps, if we go together, everything will go back to normal." He had whispered, and there was such a deep longing in his tone that Obi-Wan hadn't doubted before proposing it to the Council.
As master and padawan lowered their arms in tandem —two halves of the same person, indeed— Obi-Wan approached, his right hand finding Anakin's right shoulder, his thumb caressing the skin of his lower jaw. Years ago, he would have played with Anakin's braid instead.
"Shall we go inside?"
[Lothal's Jedi Temple, Meditation Chamber]
"This is the temple?" Ahsoka asked, her tone filled with doubt. "It looks… well, rather primitive, doesn't it?"
"This is an ancient temple, Ahsoka," Anakin explained, crossing his arms over his chest. "Built by the Jedi of old, to study the vergence in the Force. Its purpose is not to reside or train in it, but rather undergo different trials in order to test different aspects of a Jedi."
Obi-Wan listened to Anakin explain, it wasn't often that Anakin got to act like the Jedi masters of peacetime, but it was wonderful when he did. It reminded Obi-Wan of his old master, trying to teach him to appreciate their culture beyond the path of a knight. It reminded him of himself, scraping at his own memories in order to instruct an awestruck Anakin in Jedi knowledge.
"Lothal's Temple is similar to Ilum's in many ways," Anakin continued as Ahsoka looked up at him. "You've faced several trials recently, trials that have made you doubt your role as a Jedi and the Jedi order as a whole." Obi-Wan blinked, surprised that Anakin would acknowledge the wrong accusations at all, as he had been avoiding the topic and pretending nothing was wrong. "The Council may have told you those trials proved you are ready to be knighted but I don't quite agree."
Obi-Wan saw Ahsoka flinch and took a step forward but Anakin was faster. He uncrossed his arms and put one hand on Ahsoka's shoulder. "This is not a jab at your abilities, Ahsoka, please don't take it as that. You're strong and wise, perhaps wiser than I was at your age," slowly, Ahsoka relaxed again. "But you still have a long way to go, padawan. And before we even consider knighting you, you have to face your doubts and fears and see if being a Jedi knight is truly what you want to be."
Ahsoka nodded. Anakin smiled softly at her and pulled his hand away. "Now, pick a path and go, we'll be here, waiting for you."
And with an encouraging push, Ahsoka began walking towards one of the tunnels, soon being lost in the dark.
Obi-Wan gave it a few seconds before he approached Anakin. "Wonderful words, Anakin. I'm sure Ahsoka won't disappoint. Now, it's traditional for the master to meditate as they wait for the padawan to return."
"Did you meditate the whole time I was down there?" A pleasant tingle took over Obi-Wan's lower stomach as he remembered that time.
"Yes," he answered, releasing his lust to the Force. Now it was not the time. "I faced my own set of insecurities and shortcomings as a master." He smiled at Anakin who answered with his own shy smile. Obi-Wan longed to kiss him.
Now it was not the time, he repeated in his mind.
Instead, he sat down on the floor and stared as Anakin stood at the entrance to the path Ahsoka had chosen. His hands were behind his back, and he stood tall and straight, his eyes falling closed as he took a deep breath.
Reassured that Anakin was diving into the Force, Obi-Wan crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees, closing his own eyes and following.
He hadn’t got far in the Force when he felt Anakin forcefully surface with a gasp. He startled away from his own meditation. “What’s wrong?” He asked.
But Anakin didn’t answer. He was staring intently towards an adjacent tunnel. “Anakin?”
Anakin took a step forward. Then another and stopped. He frowned and closed his eyes. Then abruptly opened and moved directly towards the tunnel. Obi-Wan quickly stood up and stopped him with an arm on his chest. “Anakin, no! As a master, you’re not allowed to go down after Ahsoka! You’re supposed to wait here and trust she’ll pull through.”
Anakin shook his arm off his chest. “I do not doubt my padawan, that’s not what I’m doing.” He snarled. “I felt something! Something is calling me down there.”
Obi-Wan tried to stop him but it was useless, Anakin was determined to explore. “Come on, you can follow me.” And with that, he stepped into the dark. Obi-Wan looked around the cavern and sighed, shoulders slightly dropping, before he followed Anakin.
“Do you even have any idea of where we are going?” He snarked. Anakin made a humming noise but switched on his lightsaber, barely illuminating a dark hall, the walls rough rock, bare, not even the circular carvings seen in the main cavern.
“You honestly don’t feel it?” Anakin asked, still moving forwards. “Something is screaming at me in the Force, asking me to find it.”
Obi-Wan frowned. Anakin often felt things in the Force stronger than most Jedi, but much like Obi-Wan’s former master, he was never clear or precise when explaining them to Obi-Wan.
He decided not to pry further, confident he would understand whenever they reached the thing Anakin was feeling and hoping they would return before Ahsoka finished her own explorations.
They walked for minutes, perhaps hours, Obi-Wan wouldn’t have been able to tell. The path they were following twisted and it was impossible to remember which way they had come from. But Anakin continued without pause.
And then, the hall opened to a wide cavern. The walls were also bare but smooth, with shining crystals that provided a faint greenish tint. Anakin turned off his lightsaber. Obi-Wan stepped next to Anakin and stared at the wall in front of him.
A strange mural was painted on the wall. It depicted three figures, all standing straight. The one on the right had long flowing locks and what looked like a convor on her shoulder. Her left hand was on her stomach, open and relaxed. The figure on the left stood with his own hand clenched in a fist. Between them, taller than both, a third figure had their hand up and a stern expression. Details in gold surrounded their hands and their heads, and spread up the wall. Gray circles framed the three figures. As he observed the whole thing, Obi-Wan noticed six loth-wolves were sitting on the lower part of the mural, three on each side.
Obi-Wan studied the mural, his hand caressing his beard. It wasn’t like anything he had seen before. The circles and lines were clearly similar to how the Jedi represented the Force. Convorees, he knew, were often associated with the Force, if not by the Jedi, by other Force sensitive groups and cultures. Even loth-wolves had been recorded by Jedi of old not only as having a surprising connection to the Force but also as being excellent companions to Jedi who had animal affinity abilities. But the three figures were baffling to say the least. He had never heard or seen anything that resembled them.
Who had put that mural there, then? Could it be that the Jedi of old had their own set of deities beyond the Force? Or maybe they had included other cultures after the building of the temple?
“Interesting.” Was the only thing he could say. His mind was already running with different ideas of how to register the mural so he could take it to the scholars back at Coruscant so they could study it.
Anakin, for his part, didn’t seem to be interested in the implications of such a mural. His eyes were stuck on the face of the middle figure. Without any warning, he reached it with one hand, pressing his palm flat on the stone.
The Force pulsed and quieted. Obi-Wan could swear he saw a shimmer travel through the gold details before everything went back to how they had found it. Obi-Wan frowned and was about to scold Anakin when his former padawan moved his hand, sliding it over the rock until he gently pressed against the open hand of the right figure, imitating how the hand was positioned.
For a second, nothing happened. But then the Force began trembling. The golden circle that surrounded the hand started glowing brighter and brighter. The gray circles aligned, connecting straight lines that Obi-Wan hadn’t noticed were broken apart before. The whole golden arrangement glowed bright for a couple of seconds before returning to its original hue.
And then the strangest thing Obi-Wan had ever witnessed happened. The right figure slowly turned their head and looked up to the middle figure then lowered their head and closed their eyes. The figure in the middle spread their hand and lowered it, pointing to the left. Obi-Wan followed the movement awed. Anakin took his hand off the wall and followed the movement stopping in front of the loth-wolves.
The animals stared back, curiously, before marching to the side. Both Anakin and Obi-Wan followed them. The loth-wolves moved through the walls until they started twisting into a circle. Their movements gained speed until they were sprinting in place.
Obi-Wan and Anakin looked at each other. This was beyond anything they had ever seen. “What now?” Asked Obi-Wan.
He barely got a warning of Anakin’s intentions over the bond before he saw him through the corner of his eyes running towards the circle as if possessed. “Anakin, no!” He shouted, one arm raised after Anakin but it was too late.
Before his eyes, Anakin jumped towards the circle and instead of crashing against the wall, he went through it smoothly. Obi-Wan gaped at the running loth-wolves. He didn’t understand what had just happened. Anakin had been acting strange throughout the whole situation.
What should he do?
He carefully approached the loth-wolves. Hesitating, he pressed his hand against the wall. It suddenly trespassed the wall. He pulled itback but steeled himself and tried again. He stayed like that for some seconds and was about to pull it back when something from the other side grabbed his wrist and yanked him through the portal.
Chapter 2
Notes:
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[The World Between Worlds]
Obi-Wan fell through the circle and crashed against Anakin’s body. He sputtered for a second before regaining his balance and managed to straighten up.
He glared at Anakin who was looking at him with wide eyes, in a mock of an innocent expression. “I was about to jump in, there was no need to pull me like that!”
“You were taking too long, master!” Anakin snarked back.
They frowned at the other until Obi-Wan realized how strange the place they were standing in was. Black space surrounded them. There were no walls or floor either, and yet, they stood on it, without projecting any shadows. With each movement, the place where they stood rippled like water. But blackness wasn’t all there was. Lines and circles, exactly like the carvings back in the temple, surrounded them. They were completely white, but didn’t seem solid, they felt like chalk drawings, with no body.
There was movement as well, the lines moved and orbited them. Obi-Wan turned around and saw the running wolves run into a smaller circle until it disappeared completely. They were trapped in this strange place.
“What is this place?” He asked out loud, but Anakin only shrugged in answer, turning around and walking. “Anakin, wait!”
“Come on, master, at this point, you should be able to feel it, this, whatever it is, is imbued in the Cosmic Force!”
Obi-Wan pursued his lips. While what Anakin was saying was true, that didn’t mean he liked it. “We don’t know what this place does, or how to get back to the temple. Maybe we should stay close to the portal and see if the loth-wolves will open up again.”
Anakin made a deliberate gesture of looking over Obi-Wan’s shoulder to where the portal was located. Nothing was there, just empty void. With another obvious movement, he raised one eyebrow.
Obi-Wan clenched his jaw. Anakin didn’t say a word and began walking again, looking around at the different circles but without getting too close to any of them. “I wonder if the Jedi of old knew about the powers of that mural.” He mused, perhaps to himself, perhaps to break the overwhelming silence with conversation.
“We should look it up in the Archives as soon as we get back to Coruscant,” Obi-Wan proposed. “But I had never seen or heard about those three figures we saw there, so I wouldn’t get my hopes up too much.”
He saw Anakin nod as he approached a circle in particular. He stopped in front of it and squinted. Obi-Wan had barely any time to wonder what Anakin was thinking when he heard him gasp. “Obi-Wan!”
He approached him fast, worried about something happening to Anakin but stopped cold when he saw what was in front of him. The circle had shifted and was like a holoscreen. In front of them, kneeling down in the meditation chamber of the Lothal Temple, was Obi-Wan himself, deep in meditation.
But his hair was longer, reaching his shoulders and had not one gray hair to be found. Obi-Wan couldn’t explain what they were seeing but couldn’t look away either.
“Do you think this is showing us a memory?” Anakin asked, taking a step forward. “But I don’t remember this, so how can I see it?”
“I don’t know, Anakin.” Obi-Wan saw Anakin finally reach the circle and raise a hand to press it against it. But instead of finding a solid glass, his whole arm went across the circle. With a squeak, Anakin lost his balance and fell forward, falling on the stone floor with a ‘plop!’
It startled the Obi-Wan in that room out of his meditation just as Anakin had sat down rubbing his stomach. Soon, he was crawling back as that Obi-Wan pointed a lightsaber at his chin. “Who are you?!”
From his side of the circle, Obi-Wan took his own lightsaber in his hand and jumped just in time to parry his own blade.
He saw as if he were in a strange dream how his younger self’s expression shifted from distrust to surprise and then back to suspicion. “Peace, we are not enemies.”
Nothing happened, his younger self simply pointed his lightsaber at him instead. “You won’t mind telling me your names then.”
Obi-Wan thought about telling him a fake name, but quickly realized it was no use. Anakin wasn’t often good at lying without time to prepare for it and would probably ruin Obi-Wan’s attempt to trick himself. And that would only make this Obi-Wan more distrustful of them. “I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi,” he began, and felt as Anakin stood up behind him. “and this is my former padawan, Knight Anakin Skywalker.”
[Lothal’s Meditation Chamber, 23BBY]
The only reason Obi-Wan didn’t drop his lightsaber out of surprise was thanks to years of training. He stared at the two people in front of him and studied their faces. The supposed Master Kenobi looked back impassively, and Obi-Wan guessed he was only some years older than himself.
He barely managed not to wince. Was he really gonna go gray so early in his life? What could possibly cause that much stress for him to age so quickly? He tried not to dwell too much on those questions, instead moving his gaze to the man standing behind Master Obi-Wan.
Knight Anakin Skywalker.
The man in front of him was clearly Anakin, now that he paid more attention. He was a bit taller than his padawan, which could only mean Anakin had still some centimeters to grow. He had also grown out the padawan cut, lovely curls framing his strong jaw and barely reaching his broad shoulders. He also had a scar over his right eye which made Obi-Wan frown, how had he got it? Had it altered his sight in any significant way?
Other small scars decorated his face, but the mole near his mouth was exactly like the one his own Padawan had. There was no doubt this was an older Anakin Skywalker.
Immediately, pride filled him. So Anakin had been knighted! And it hadn’t taken that long either, the Anakin in front of him could only be three or four years older than his padawan, currently lost in the tunnels of the temple.
Seeing how close this Obi-Wan and his Anakin stood, a small fear he had been havouring since the Council had mentioned Anakin’s potential knighting soothed in his soul. They wouldn’t grow apart after it, they could still be partners and friends. They would be equals, something that he looked forward to.
Slowly, he lowered his lightsaber and finally switched it off. Master Obi-Wan did the same, hanging it onto his belt and smiled at him. Seeing both Obi-Wans relax, the Anakin in front of him smiled shyly at him, making Obi-Wan’s heart skip a beat. It was the same smile Anakin threw at him after he praised him.
Heat started tingling in his stomach.
Breaking apart from his master, Anakin approached Knight Obi-Wan. “Hello,” he said, waving awkwardly, trying not to flush at the focused gaze that Obi-Wan had on him. “Uh, what year is it?” He felt stupid asking, but the possibility of travelling back in time seemed to be the only thing his brain could come up with.
The Obi-Wan blinked at him and Anakin noticed his fingers twitching. “It’s 7954 CRC,” the man answered. Which couldn’t be, because Anakin had been only 18 then. Immediately, excitement grew inside Anakin and he grabbed Obi-Wan’s shoulders.
“Did you hear that, master?” He asked, turning his head towards his own Obi-Wan, missing the way knight Obi-Wan’s eyes darkened at the title. “7954 CRC! We went back in time!”
His Obi-Wan snorted and smiled. “Indeed, darling, that seems to be the case.”
Anakin blushed at the endearment. It was like a caress on his skin, and the way Obi-Wan had said it felt possessive, like claiming him with only one word. It made his breath speed up and his cock twitch in his pants.
The pet name also had an effect on knight Obi-Wan, who raised his hands and placed them on Anakin’s waist, dragging him closer to his own body. Anakin saw his master’s eyebrow twitch at the movement. “‘Darling’? Are you two together?” The knight asked innocently.
“You know very well the answer to that question.” Obi-Wan’s tone was harsher than usual. “After all, we got together with Anakin shortly after he turned 18.” Knight Obi-Wan smiled smugly and dragged Anakin even closer, until their hips were pressed together.
Anakin gasped as this Obi-Wan pressed his mouth against his neck, rubbing his beard over the sensitive skin. A teasing hum left the knight’s lips. “Wonderful news, to hear that we’re still together in the future.” He answered, before pressing a kiss on Anakin’s jaw.
A small whine escaped him. That place was very sensitive and Obi-Wan (both of them apparently) knew that. His cock swelled in his pants as the knight nibbled at the skin there until Anakin was moving his hips in small circles against the hardening cock of this Obi-Wan.
So he missed the sounds of approaching steps until two strong hands hugged him from behind and pulled him away from that Obi-Wan and into the arms of his own. A growl left his master’s mouth. “It’s bad manners touching what is not yours.”
Knight Kenobi shrugged, his hands hadn’t left Anakin’s waist. “But he is, technically, isn’t he?” Anakin bit his lips at those words. “He is mine now, and will be mine in the future as well.” One of his hands lowered towards his hip and pulled it forwards, until he managed to sneak a thigh between Anakin’s legs.
He couldn’t resist rubbing his cock against that thigh, a small moan leaving his lips as he felt his cock leak in his pants. He had always been weak to his master’s possessive side. So long he had hoped to have Obi-Wan’s undivided attention on him, that having two of them now was proving to be overwhelming.
“Master!” He whimpered, hips gaining speed against the strong thigh before he was pulled away from it completely. He almost let out a sob, as his Obi-Wan manhandled him into a front hug, teeth sinking in his neck harshly, a hand diving into his pants, pulling them down until his cock bounced free, wet and needy. “Please, master…”
Obi-Wan let go of his neck and gently licked at the teeth mark. He was never that rough with Anakin, had never been since they had started fucking, the furthest they had ever gone had been tying Anakin up so Obi-Wan could freely worship his whole body until Anakin would come untouched, undone by all the praise and soft touches.
Another strong hand pressed against his lower back, and another pair of lips started kissing the other side of his neck as his Obi-Wan claimed him with sucks and bites. Knight Obi-Wan only hummed and kissed his skin, the only mark left behind his trailing kisses being the beard burn that always left Anakin pleasantly sore the day after.
“That’s no way of treating our darling,” knight Obi-Wan teased, as his free hand began unbuckling Anakin’s belt, letting it fall onto the floor. “He likes gentle touches, don’t you, lovely thing?”
Anakin moaned and pushed back onto the hand on his back, turning his head to find his master lips, a heated kiss swallowing his pleas for more. Without the belt interfering, it was easier for his Obi-Wan to drop the rest of his robes onto the floor, only his pants and boots still on.
He blushed and tried to cover himself, feeling extremely exposed in the cool air of the cave, his nipples hard and his cock leaking embarrassingly. But as his arm tried to cup his cock to hide it from view, knight Obi-Wan grabbed his wrist and pulled it away.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he teased and licked at the tears that had started flowing down Anakin’s cheeks. “Now, nothing to be shy about, you are beautiful, darling.” Knight Obi-Wan pulled his glove softly as Anakin whimpered and let out a surprised sound at his prosthetic. Anakin bit his lip, unsure about this Obi-Wan's reaction to it, but then the man kissed the golden knuckles. "Absolutely gorgeous." He said. It finally prompted his Obi-Wan to raise his head and lock eyes with Anakin. A rough hand from years of lightsaber training cupped his cheek.
“Anakin, listen to my younger self, he really has a point here.” He said, stepping away from the embrace, ignoring Anakin’s whine when he did. Both Obi-Wans stared at him up and down, making him flush and he was sure it travelled down his neck onto his chest. His cock throbbed, the movement obvious in the otherwise still place and his balls tightened against his body. “Gorgeous, look at you, already so aroused and ready to come.”
Anakin’s legs trembled, his hands clenching into fists and then unclenching. And then knight Obi-Wan took a step forward and flicked his cock. “Come, little kitty, I know you’re desperate for it.”
It was too much, the heavy touches he was unused to receiving, the praise and the embarrassment of being so over-exposed while both Obi-Wans were completely dressed. His knees turned towards his body, his whole body curling onto itself as his cock throbbed and he came, heavy spurts of come dripping onto the floor as he whimpered and sobbed. It felt too good, it had been so long thanks to the war.
As he slowly calmed down, he opened his eyes —when had he closed them? —and found the hungry eyes of knight Obi-Wan drinking the sight of him. He sniffed and his master also stepped forwards, hugging him gently towards his chest and kissing his slack mouth. Anakin let him, his cock twitching, not yet ready to become hard again, enjoying the feeling of Obi-Wan’s beard against his face and moaning when his master sucked on his lower lip.
“What a good boy.” the younger Obi-Wan commented, making Anakin look at him from the corner of his eyes. He was palming the bulge in his pants and Anakin keened as it made him aware of his own Obi-Wan’s bulge pressed against his naked hip.
Obi-Wan kept kissing him, a hand caressing a pectoral, flicking a nipple. Meanwhile, the other Obi-Wan approached them and gently took one of Anakin’s boots off. Then the other, carefully rolling his soft socks off as well. Lastly, he tugged his pants down the rest of the way until Anakin was completely naked in front of them.
Heat began gathering in Anakin’s body again, his cock twitching and swelling. He pulled away from Obi-Wan’s kisses and ordered “you too”. It prompted both Obi-Wans to start shedding their layers. Anakin used the opportunity to ogle at them at his leisure. There wasn’t anything unfamiliar to him in either body, he was accustomed to every mole and freckle. Every scar from his Obi-Wan’s body, the fuzzy chest hair and muscle. The only noticeable difference was the knight’s frame, it spoke of regular food and not constant rations bars of peace time, whereas his Obi-Wan’s muscles were leaner, though not as lean as Anakin’s own body.
And, of course, Obi-Wan’s heavy cock, hard and almost purple at the tip. And now there were two identical ones.
Without hesitation, Anakin dropped to his knees and crawled forward until he could nuzzle Obi-Wan’s patch of copper hair at the base of his cock. Before Obi-Wan could do anything else, Anakin pulled back and nuzzled knight Obi-Wan’s cock as well, his hand wrapping around his Obi-Wan’s cock, pumping slowly, squeezing at the tip earning himself a groan.
Looking up at knight Obi-Wan through his lashes, Anakin opened his mouth and let the tip of his cock rest on his tongue. Above him, Obi-Wan moaned and thrust forward, Anakin’s lips closing around his cock as he slowly fucked his mouth.
He sucked for a couple of seconds before pulling away with a sloppy noise, strings of saliva connecting his red lips to the tip of Obi-Wan’s cock. He turned around and licked the whole length of his Obi-Wan’s cock, his free hand replacing his mouth on knight Obi-Wan’s erection.
He kept going like that for a while, taking turns to suck each Obi-Wan’s cock, delighting in the noises and praises that came from above. His own cock had kept growing hard, a low burn he ignored in favour of trying his best to get both Obi-Wans to come, preferably on his face.
But before he could get it to happen —and he was sure he could, the throbbing of the shaft in his mouth was deeply familiar —his Obi-Wan tugged at his curls, pulling him off his cock. Then another set of arms was pulling him up and pressing him against a fuzzy chest.
“So good, Anakin, darling.” His master kept repeating, a teasing hand tugging at Anakin’s nipples, making him arch his back, his ass pressing against knight Obi-Wan’s cock, nestled between his asscheeks. “But I want to fuck you now.”
“There is lube in my belt,” knight Obi-Wan said, and his Obi-Wan didn’t lose time summoning it with the Force. He coated three of his fingers with it and wrapped them around Anakin’s cock. He moaned and thrust into the rough hand. “My, such a needy little thing, I bet your master’s cock won’t be enough.”
Anakin’s Force presence bloomed with arousal. The thought of both versions of his master going inside him was almost enough to make him come again. It didn’t help that the comment also had Obi-Wan groaning and tightening his hold on Anakin’s cock. “Would you like that, Anakin, love? Would you like to be claimed by both of us?”
Anakin could only nod and knight Obi-Wan gently pushed him towards his master, grabbing the lube from Obi-Wan’s hands and coating his own fingers with it before spreading Anakin’s asscheeks open. “Force, you’re so pretty here, darling.” He grunted, pressing the tip of two fingers inside. “Brace yourself, this will take longer than your normal preparation.”
It was the only warning Anakin got before Obi-Wan pressed inside him and curled his fingers. He moaned, cock jumping from the feeling and his hands scrambling to hold himself on Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “That’s it, darling, you’re doing so well.” His master said, kissing his cheeks, his nose, his eyelids, everywhere he could reach.
But Anakin had no words to spare, his mouth slack as he gasped for breath, pushing his ass further against knight Obi-Wan’s hand. “Such a greedy boy.” Were the teasing words whispered against his shoulder as knight Obi-Wan pressed a third finger inside.
There was nothing of the sweet and tender lovemaking Anakin had been used to since his relationship with Obi-Wan had started. Knight Obi-Wan seemed to be keen on having him come untouched again on his fingers, roughly sliding them in and out and curling them against his prostate without mercy.
By the time he pressed the fourth finger inside, Anakin had been long making a mess on the cave’s floor, precome dripping from his cock. He had been mouthing at Obi-Wan’s neck to comfort himself, the man’s skin a mess of drool and soft bites, the only proof of how affected he was was the heavy cock twitching and jerking as he rubbed his hands up and down Anakin’s sides, occasionally twisting a nipple with his fingers. “You’re doing so well, taking them inside, it’s gonna feel so good when you have both of us.”
It was intense, and he felt so loose and wet, the lube sliding down his rim and coating his balls, tight with how on edge he felt. And then knight Obi-Wan added his thumb inside, slowly pushing his whole hand, stopping to let Anakin whine and sob and adjust before continuing until his hand was buried up to his wrist.
Too much, it was too much. Anakin cried softly, hot tears falling from his eyes, his thighs trembling and his ass clenching and unclenching as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. Obi-Wan held him through it all, whispering sweet nothings into his hair as his younger self massaged his hip, his other hand still inside Anakin.
Eventually, the tremors went down and Obi-Wan dared move his fist, his knuckles pressing against Anakin’s prostate. With a shout, Anakin came, clamping hard on the fist, eyes rolling back. There were fireworks in the Force and he slumped against his Obi-Wan as he came down from it.
Very carefully, knight Obi-Wan pulled out his fist, Anakin’s hole gaping in front of him. With tender touches, he helped Anakin onto the floor, his older self following them, reassuring Anakin as they settled onto the floor. It wasn’t ideal, he would have rather laid Anakin onto one of the soft beds back at the temple but they would have to make do. “Are you ready, Anakin?”
He nodded the best he could and relaxed against knight Obi-Wan’s chest. He stared lazily as his master spread his legs wide before reaching for the lube again. Watching Obi-Wan rub his own cock, his brow furrowed from pleasure, was always arousing. It didn’t last, though, Obi-Wan’s large patience ran thin after seeing Anakin come twice. With a last peck on Anakin’s lips, Obi-Wan started pushing forward.
A heavy groan left his lips once their hips met, even frotting a couple of times. Anakin blinked happily at Obi-Wan, his own cock only half hard.
And then he was shifted again, making him whine when it made Obi-Wan’s cock press against his prostate. “Shh, shh, darling, it’s alright,” Obi-Wan comforted him. Anakin tried mimicking Obi-Wan’s deep breaths when he felt knight Obi-Wan’s cockhead press against his rim.
“It won’t fit!” He whimpered, a hand grabbing Obi-Wan’s thick forearm. “Master…!” But Obi-Wan only shushed him again as knight Obi-Wan kept pushing into him. Slowly, his rim gave in and knight Obi-Wan slid the rest of the way inside Anakin.
It hurt, it was the most Anakin had ever been stretched. It was a snug fit and he could see it was affecting Obi-Wan, his hands leaving fingerprints over his thighs and the throbbing inside him a constant now. And it seemed like knight Obi-Wan wasn’t doing much better.
At this pace, it wouldn’t last much longer. He made a complaining sound when the Obi-Wans began moving but it morphed into a moan as his Obi-Wan kept pushing against his prostate. His cock had filled again, flushed red by that point, but Anakin had no energy left to even wrap a hand around himself, only could let himself be used by his lovers.
“Inside,” he begged when he saw Obi-Wan’s tales of his upcoming orgasm. “Please, master, I want it inside, please!” It was enough to have Obi-Wan still himself deep inside before bursting, warm come filling Anakin and making him whine. Knight Obi-Wan followed shortly after, his teeth biting into Anakin’s skin. It was so good, he wanted to come so badly, his cock throbbing with need.
“Be careful, he’s sensitive right now.” He heard his Obi-Wan order to his younger self before they both gently started to pull out. As his Obi-Wan’s cock popped out, he felt the thick come slide out of him, his rim loose and puffy.
And then he felt two fingers push it back inside. It was all he needed to come, his back arching as he whined, come painting his chest white as he clamped on those naughty fingers. Which Obi-Wans were they? He couldn’t even tell at that point.
He would have crashed onto the floor hadn’t two arms caught him before it happened, cradling him against a familiar chest. “Master,” he slurred happily.
“Yes, my love?” His master caressed the bridge of his nose with his knuckle. It made Anakin huffle a small laugh.
“I love you.” He whispered, shyly. Obi-Wan didn’t say anything, but his eyes spoke for him.
He wrinkled his nose when he felt the come sliding out of him again, the feeling growing uncomfortable now. “We should clean you up.” Knight Obi-Wan said, carelessly summoning his belt and pulling out some scraps of fabric from one pouch. “Here, let me.” He said, lifting one of Anakin’s legs and resting it over his shoulder.
He didn’t disturb Obi-Wan’s hold on Anakin, only swiping his rim as gently as he could, then doing the same with Anakin’s cock and balls, earning himself a little whimper. “You’re so pretty, darling.” He said, before lowering Anakin’s leg and massaging from the calf up to his thigh. He repeated the process with the other leg as Obi-Wan hummed and whispered little pet names in Anakin’s ear, his hands playing with a wild curl or the skin of his neck.
It was a soft moment, and it made Anakin feel sleepy. He watched lazily from between Obi-Wan’s arms how the knight got up and started getting dressed, before he brought Anakin’s clothes closer and began helping him put on his pants.
Eventually, he was half dressed and on his feet, just staring at his Obi-Wan putting on his own robes. Once he was done, Obi-Wan turned around to find Anakin still half dressed and huffed with amusement.
“Come here, Anakin.” And Anakin followed, letting Obi-Wan fuss over him, pulling his robes tight over his chest, covering the marks on his neck and shoulders. Even his hair was played with, trying to tame the wild curls with only patient fingers.
“My Anakin is bound to return any minute now.” Knight Obi-Wan warned them. Panic filled Anakin, breaking the hazy state he was in. How would they go back to Ahsoka? The portal had closed, how would they get it open again?
He was about to say so to Obi-Wan when he caught movement from the corner of his eye. A quick sparkle, then another and another, gaining intensity, until a whole circle was floating there. And beyond the circle, the wide expanse of black they had gone through.
Relief flooded his body. Obi-Wan made a considering humm and took a step forward. He was now familiar enough with how the portal worked and didn’t hesitate to step into it this time. Anakin prepared to follow when a hand grabbed his wrist. He turned around, confused and was met with a kiss on his lips.
“Be careful out there, love.” Were knight Obi-Wan’s parting words before he gently pushed Anakin into the portal.
[The World between Worlds]
He fell into Obi-Wan's arms, catching the livid expression on his face. It seemed like Obi-Wan was not quite happy with his past self actions towards Anakin. But they didn’t get to see much more, the portal closing before their very eyes.
“I can’t believe the nerve of myself.” Obi-Wan grumbled as he helped Anakin stand straight. It made Anakin chuckle as he looked around the twisting lines and circles.
“One of these has to be the way home.” He mentioned, breaking Obi-Wan’s mumblings. “C’mon, if my younger self was about to return, then Ahsoka may be too, we need to be there when she gets back.”
Finding the way back was much easier than they expected, as if the Force could hear their words. A circle stopped in front of them, showing the same room where they had found the mural in the first place. They didn’t hesitate to jump back, landing swiftly on the ground.
[Lothal's Jedi Temple, 19 BBY]
When they turned around, they saw as the loth-wolves broke their sprinting circle and returned to their original place, the three figures returning to their original positions as the glowing gold around them dimmed.
“We should report this to the Council.” Obi-Wan said considering, his hand stroking his beard. “See if there is anything that talks about the figures or this phenomenon.”
“Sure, I’ll leave you to it, master.” Anakin teased, already walking back on their original path. He winced as he limped a bit and felt Obi-Wan’s smug delight in the Force.
“Do you need help, darling?”
“Shut up.”
Ahsoka wasn’t there yet when they finally returned, which gave Anakin enough time to fall once again into a meditating trance. He had never been more grateful that his prefered method for meditation was standing still, his ass still sore from the earlier activities.
He released a breath and let his shoulders relax, as he sunk deeper into his trance. But then a thought sneaked into his mind, making him open his eyes and turn around abruptly, startling Obi-Wan from his own trance.
“You!” He snarled, an accusing finger pointing at his master's bewildered face. “You…!”
“Anakin, what…?”
“It’s traditional for the master to meditate during the ritual my ass, you spent it fucking me with another you!”
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Chapter 3
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Chapter Text
[Lothal's orbit, 19BBY]
Anakin settled the coordinates on the ship's board and relaxed against his seat, feeling pleasantly sore and stretching his senses in the Force until he could caress Ahsoka's Force presence.
His padawan had emerged from the tunnels a few minutes after he and Obi-Wan had returned, their activities in the past firmly shielded from her.
As soon as she had seen Anakin, she had jumped into his arms, hugging him hard and hiding her face in his chest.
He had looked at Obi-Wan for help before returning the hug. "I take it you have found your answer?" He whispered to her.
She nodded into his chest before pulling away from the hug.
Fixing her face in a determined expression, she bowed in a traditional salute. "I'll be honored to follow your guidance once again, master."
Anakin smiled gently, bowing as well. "Thank you for your trust, padawan."
And then he had straightened and pulled out of one of the pouches on his belt a small string of beads, extending it towards Ahsoka.
He hummed as the ship jumped into hyperspace, smiling as Ahsoka (his padawan!) returned the caress before he pulled back into himself.
Next to him, Obi-Wan smiled at him, his hand reaching for Anakin's in a tender stroke.
"How are you feeling, dear?" He asked quietly.
"I can't wait to be back in the temple." He shot back, standing up and stretching his arms over his head until his back popped.
Obi-Wan made a considering sound behind him, his eyes roaming along Anakin's form, before he followed him out of the cockpit. "We have some time then, better use it to rest."
They walked together towards their shared cabin and as soon as the door closed, Anakin began unrobbing, small sighs of relief leaving his lips as he went.
Finally, only his loose pants remained, his robes neatly folded on the small closet the ship had, and he let himself fall onto the bed, burying his face into a pillow.
Obi-Wan chuckled at his antics as he started to get ready for bed at a much lower pace.
He wasn't nearly as careful with his own robes, only hanging them on the back of the chair attached to a desk wall.
And then, he leaned over Anakin's body, on his hands and knees. Anakin didn't stir, unbothered by Obi-Wan invading his personal space.
Gently, Obi-Wan began kissing the back of Anakin's neck and shoulders, making sure to rub his beard over the skin.
Purple marks from their earlier activities decorated the golden skin. "What are you doing, master?" Anakin asked lazily, not pulling away from Obi-Wan but letting him continue with his kisses as Obi-Wan slid down his back.
"Don't worry about it, darling, just rest."
Anakin hummed, hugging his pillow tighter in his hands.
Obi-Wan followed the path of Anakin’s spine until he found the hem of his pants. He pulled back, leaning his weight on his legs and grabbed Anakin's ass through the fabric, massaging the cheeks and making Anakin gasp. "Oh, are you enjoying this, love?"
Anakin only answered with a groan and a shift of his hips.
Obi-Wan got the hint and started pulling the fabric down until he could throw the pants onto the floor.
Anakin huffed and barely turned his head, a blue eye glaring at Obi-Wan. "So messy."
Obi-Wan cheekily grinned at him before laying kisses all over Anakin's lower back and asscheeks. "You're so pretty, Anakin." He sighed. "Especially here," he added, pulling Anakin's cheeks apart and staring at his hole.
Anakin whined and hid his face into the pillow. "Ahsoka is in the next room, she could hear us!" He hissed at his master. .
"Then you better keep quiet." Was Obi-Wan's only answer before he leaned forward and licked from Anakin's balls to his hole.
Anakin barely managed to muffle his reaction, a surprised squeak that morphed into a soft moan as Obi-Wan kept pressing the flat of his tongue over his hole. "M-master…"
Obi-Wan only hummed, pulling back to suck spit into his mouth and letting it drip over Anakin's hole and taint.
Anakin groaned, his hips actively shifting, trying to get some friction to his swelling cock.
Obi-Wan enjoyed the show a few more seconds, watching Anakin squirm before burying his face between Anakin's cheeks again, licking him until his tongue pressed inside.
Anakin arched his back and moaned, the sound echoing around them. Obi-Wan stopped and scolded him. "Quiet!" He muttered, slapping one cheek teasingly.
Hiding his face again, Anakin let Obi-Wan go back to him, his thrusting hips helping Obi-Wan's tongue fuck him deeper, the tip of his leaking cock making the sheets sticky.
"Force, you're so good, Anakin," Obi-Wan groaned, biting one of Anakin's cheeks and pressing two fingers against Anakin's wet hole.
As Anakin fucked himself on Obi-Wan's fingers, he pulled out his cock, hard from Anakin's arousing display and let out a sigh of relief as it was freed from his pants. .
"O-Obi-Wan! I'm close…" Anakin’s eyes had rolled back, his mouth open in soundless gasps, drool wetting his pillow as his hips thrust his cock onto the sheets.
Obi-Wan leaned down, kissing Anakin's neck as he pressed his fingers against Anakin's prostate over and over.
With a moan, Anakin spilled all over the sheets, clenching on Obi-Wan's fingers. He kept thrusting his hips a little longer as he shivered from the pleasure before settling down on the bed, uncaring of the cum sticking onto his belly.
"Oh, Anakin," Obi-Wan sighed, pulling his fingers out and keeping Anakin's hole exposed, one hand keeping one cheek apart.
With the other, he grabbed his cock and jerked himself, the tip pressed against Anakin's entrance. "I want to fuck you, padawan." He growled, as he slapped Anakin's hole with his cock.
"Hng, yes, master, I want it." Anakin drawled, pliant against the bed.
He was much a pretty sight for Obi-Wan, lazy from his orgasm and completely accepting of what Obi-Wan decided to give him, and he bit his lip as he came all over Anakin's ass and lower back, thick spurts of come painting Anakin's skin.
They stayed like that until their breaths calmed down, Obi-Wan getting up on trembling legs to grab a rag from the bathroom and cleaning them both up, even moving Anakin around to change the messy sheets and leaving them on the floor of the bathroom but this time he got no comment over the mess, Anakin too tired to notice.
Helping his lover under the covers and setting an alarm for when they left hyperspace, Obi-Wan hugged Anakin close and kissed his forehead.
"Sleep tight, padawan mine."
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