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Anakin could not stop staring.
Ever since they had left Stariix, two hours or so ago, he’d been staring at Obi-wan as if if he stared long enough he would find the answers he was seeking.
Obi-wan’s eyes accidentally met his own and Anakin watched, fascinated, as a blush crept up his Master’s face before he resolutely turned his face away from Anakin, taking a long sip of his tea. Anakin’s breath caught in his throat, a warmth spreading in his abdomen. In his trousers, his cock stirred in interest.
He forced himself to detach his eyes from Obi-wan, squeezing his eyes shut and inhaling deeply in an attempt to regain control over his body.
Unsurprisingly, it failed.
Ever since their last mission had ended, Anakin’s body had started to react to Obi-wan in a way it never had before. In the past, arousal had always been the last thing on his mind when he looked at Obi-wan. Actually, despite Obi-wan’s annoying tendency to flirt with the people wanting to kill him, he’d never really thought of him as a sexual being, someone with sexual needs and desires. The thought of Obi-wan possibly having a sex life had never even crossed his mind.
Why would he need sex, lovers, when he had Anakin ?
Surely his presence was enough to fulfill his Master’s happiness ?
Against his own will, his imagination conjured an image of Obi-wan with a faceless lover, kissing, touching, fucking him . Immediately, he gritted his teeth, feeling a wave of anger wash over him, overcome with the desire to cut off Obi-wan’s imaginary lover’s hand off so he could never touch what wasn’t his again. Obi-wan looked up at him, worry and alarm momentarily replacing the embarrassment on his face.
“Anakin ?” He inquired warily.
Realizing that he’d been leaking his anger into the Force, Anakin flushed. He closed his eyes, raising his shield and doing his best to let his anger go.
He shook his head. “It’s nothing.”
Obi-wan frowned. “If you’re sure,” he said, his words sounding more like a question than an affirmation.
“I am,” Anakin reassured. “I was simply thinking about the mission. About these pirates.”
Obi-wan studied him for a moment longer as if sensing his lie, and Anakin resisted the urge to fidget, before nodding and going back to drinking his tea.
Anakin let out a sigh, frustrated with himself. He was being ridiculous. His anger was irrational and he knew it. After all, the cause of the awkwardness in the air — Obi-wan’s uncharacteristic shyness, and Anakin’s newfound desire for his Master — was that Anakin had found out that Obi-wan had no sexual life whatsoever.
Because, yes, Obi-wan was a virgin.
Anakin still couldn’t wrap his head around it. Because while he had never given his Master’s sexuality any thought before, now that he was thinking about it the possibility of Obi-wan being a virgin seemed impossible. Ridiculous. Unfathomable. Yet, he was. Virginal, pure, untouched.
Anakin’s cock twitched again.
The new knowledge had awakened something inside of him. Anakin had always been content with the fact that Obi-wan was his — his Master, his best friend, his everything — and that he, Anakin, was the center of Obi-wan’s world. Standing by Obi-wan’s side and scowling was usually enough to discourage anyone wanting to get too close to him for Anakin’s liking. Perhaps that was why the thought of claiming Obi-wan in other way had never crossed his mind before. But now, that he’d started to think about it he couldn’t stop.
It was only right for Anakin to be the one to take Obi-wan’s virginity.
It couldn’t be anyone else.
Still, Anakin couldn’t believe that after twelve years by his Master’s side he was only learning of this now. He couldn’t believe that without their last mission he probably would have never known.
The mission had been simple. Stariix, a very small but very beautiful planet, almost solely covered by plants and water, allowing nature to run its course had been invaded by pirates. Yet despite its beauty, Stariix remained rather ordinary. It had no wealth, no precious minerals, nothing at all. At least, nothing that was worth the risk for pirates to venture so close to the Core.
However, the council had explained, Stariix’s greatest particularity was its inhabitants. Indeed, Anakin had been surprised to learn that they were all Force-users. They weren’t Force-sensitive per say. They couldn’t feel the Force in the same way that the Jedi or even the Sith could, but they could wield it in a different way. Rituals, they simply called it. They chant incantations, allowing the Force to course through their bodies, using them as mere vessels for its power, — they couldn’t feel it but they knew it was there — before feeding it to the seals they had previously drawn so they could fulfil their purpose.
Intrigued by a species capable of welding such powers, and motivated by the credits they could earn, a group of pirates had decided to invade their planet and kidnap several of their young. The Stariixians did all they could to protect their own, but despite their four arms they weren’t known for their physical Force, so they ended up requesting the help of the Jedi and Obi-wan and Anakin were sent.
For once, the mission hadn’t gone wrong. Actually, it had been so simple that it was almost suspicious. To say that the pirates had been incompetent would have been an understatement. It took Obi-wan and Anakin less than half an hour to sneak onto their ship, free the children, incapacitate the pirates and hand them over to the planet’s authorities. So yes, the mission had gone perfectly well.
It was after the mission that things took an unexpected turn.
As a show of gratitude for their help, Obi-wan and Anakin had been invited to join the ritual, conducted by the elders, meant to aid in the restoration of the significant portion of the planet’s vegetation that had been damaged during the pirates invasion. Obi-wan and Anakin had been hesitant at first, rituals weren’t exactly their specialties, but the elders had insisted, assuring them that it was easy and without risk, and so they had ended up accepting.
Anakin scoffed, without risk my ass.
The ritual had barely started before Obi-wan had fainted.
Thankfully, everyone had reacted quickly and Obi-wan was taken to the small medical area.
What had followed had felt like the longest twenty minutes of Anakin’s life. He had no idea what was going on. His Master had been unconscious, and the medics claimed to be clueless, meanwhile the elder that had accompanied them remained stubbornly silent a frown on their face. His anger had been steadily growing and he’d been about to snap, patience wearing thin, when Obi-wan had finally awakened.
“What - What happened ?” Obi-wan had asked, voice groggy with sleep and struggling to sit up.
The elder had remained silent for a moment, observing Obi-wan’s face, before nodding their head twice — their species’ version of bowing — and saying, “My apologies.”
They had then explained that for some rituals to be successful, the participants had to fulfill certain requirements. If these conditions weren’t respected the ritual would backfire. Obi-wan it seemed, the elder told them, didn’t meet this particular ritual’s requirements.
Obi-wan had frowned. “May I ask what requirements?”
“This ritual only has one.” The elder had said. “The participants must have at least one mating experience. Stariixian’s biology demands that we have to be mated by the age of 20 standard years old and we didn’t consider that it could be different for you human.” They nodded their head twice again. “This assumption put you at risk, and for that, I apologize.”
“By mated you mean… ?” Anakin had asked, heart beating faster for some reason.
Surely they didn’t mean…
The elder had frowned in concentration. “Mating is…What is it that you humans say ? Sex ? Yes, that’s it. Sex. It seems that your fellow Jedi hasn’t experienced it yet,” he had said, casually, without any hint of judgment, as if unaware of how embarrassing this statement could be. “Am I wrong ?”
For a second, Anakin had frozen, heart pounding in his chest, the elder’s words echoing in his mind.
…one mating experience…
…mating is sex…
…hasn’t experienced it yet…
Realization finally drawing on him, Anakin had choked on his breath, head snapping in Obi-wan’s direction. Obi-wan had turned beet red in a way Anakin had never seen him do before. He did not deny the elder’s accusations.
The elder had seemed to take the non-answer for a confirmation and, oblivious to the tense atmosphere in the air, had left them alone with one last apology.
Anakin had started at Obi-wan with wide eyes, mouth feeling strangely dry. “You…”
“Do not.” Obi-wan had interrupted before he could finish.
The conversation had ended there and they had decided to leave not long after.
That was two hours ago, and they still had another twenty-four hours before reaching Coruscant. Anakin could tell that it was going to be very awkward. After two hours of reflection, Anakin may have reached the conclusion that he wanted to be the first and only person to fuck Obi-wan but he had no idea how to bring it up. Obi-wan seemed uncharacteristically…skittish, and Anakin didn’t want to scare him away.
However, he could admit to himself that he liked seeing this side of his Master. It was cute to see him act like this. Shy . Virginal .
So cute that it made his cock throb.
Their eyes met again — Anakin hadn’t even realized that he’d been staring again —- and Obi-wan suddenly stood up. Mumbling something about filling mission reports, he turned around and disappeared into his temporary bedroom.
So much for not scaring him away , Anakin thought, sighing.
Back in the Temple, Obi-wan and Anakin stood in front of the Council, making their report. Or rather, Obi-wan made their report, face no longer red, while Anakin only listened with one ear, eager for the meeting to end.
Resisting the urge to fidget, he thought about what he would say to Obi-wan once in the privacy of their quarters.
His goal was obviously to convince Obi-wan to give him his virginity, but he very much doubted that Obi-wan would react positively if Anakin were to just say, ‘let’s fuck.’ No, he needed to be gentle. Perhaps, he needed to figure out why his Master was still a virgin at thirty-seven. Yes, the reason could be important after all. If he didn’t know the reason, convincing Obi-wan to have sex with him would be more difficult. And, well, he was curious. How couldn’t he be ?
Obi-wan was thirty-seven, almost thirty-eight. Even Anakin had lost his virginity to a random Padawan when he’d been seventeen, and if Anakin could get laid there was no way that Obi-wan couldn’t. So how exactly did he manage to remain a virgin for so long ? Not that it was a bad thing, per se. Anakin couldn’t stand the thought of anyone touching his Master so intimately. No one, but Anakin himself, deserved this privilege.
But sill, he wondered.
Obi-wan was handsome, smart and well-spoken, and he was a skilled fighter. In short, he was perfect. Anakin refused to believe that he had never received any propositions. So how ?
Anakin frowned as he considered the various possibilities. Perhaps Obi-wan was ashamed of his body. Though, having seen him naked many times, Anakin could say that Obi-wan had no reason to be ashamed. Or perhaps, Force’s forbid, he had remained a virgin by choice ? If that was the case Anakin would have to convince him otherwise. Or perhaps he —
Obi-wan bowed to the Council, sending him a scolding look that screamed ‘what in the world are you waiting for ?’, and, realizing that the meeting was finally over, Anakin bowed hastily. The Council seemed unimpressed, clearly knowing that Anakin hadn’t been paying attention, but he couldn’t bring himself to care right now.
As they exited the Council room and walked toward their quarters, Anakin had to force himself to clump his mouth shut unless he wanted to risk voicing his questions right here in the corridors. Thankfully, Obi-wan didn’t seem interested in engaging in conversation right now.
Once they reached their quarters, the door had barely the time to slide close behind them before Anakin’s curiosity won and he blurted out, “So is it true, Master ?”
Obi-wan jumped, startled by the sound of Anakin’s voice after so long, and glanced at him warily. It was as if he knew what Anakin wanted to ask but was clinging to the hope that he wouldn’t. “What is ?”
“You know,” Anakin awkwardly gestured his hands in Obi-wan’s direction. “You being a virgin ? Is it true ?” Almost immediately he winced, knowing he shouldn’t have been so blunt.
Tact was far from being his forte.
Obi-wan’s face tightened, cheeks flushing pink as he glared at Anakin. “This,” he hissed, “is none of your concern.”
Anakin flinched at Obi-wan’s tone but figured it was too late to take his words back. He might as well keep pushing. “Is that a yes ?”
Obi-wan took a deep breath, and Anakin could feel the annoyance practically radiating from him. “I’m going to take a shower,” Obi-wan said before storming away.
Well , Anakin thought, running his flesh hand through his hair, this didn’t go as planned.