Disclaimer: All characters belong to George Lucas. I'm just playing with
their thoughts!

Notes: You know someone was thinking it. Obi, Ani, chained to posts in that
Geonosian arena...

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Anakin felt his breath catch as he caught sight of his master chained to the
column in the arena. Even though his mind was awhirl with the fact that Padme
had finally admitted she loved him, even though her kiss lingered on his
lips, he could not help the thoughts that went through his mind as he saw his
master bound and chained.

He could feel the familiar lust that always overcame him when he looked at
his master. He had grown accustomed to hiding it over the years, knowing
Obi-Wan had learned to do the same. The passionate moments they shared were
for them alone, not for the scrutiny or censure of the Jedi Council or fellow
Knights and Padawans.

He loved Padme, there was no doubt about that, but he loved Obi-Wan just as
much, but in a different way. Padme was the sweetness, the goodness in his
life, the woman he knew one day would bear his children. But Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan
was the one person he'd gone to for the past 10 years with problems,
questions, fears and love, and had received them all without question or
censure.

He knew the other Jedi would not approve of the nature of their relationship,
knew that it was forbidden to engage in any type of sexual activities with
one's Master or Padawan. But he could not help himself, he had needed Obi-Wan
over the years, and it was obvious, Obi-Wan had needed him.

And seeing him now, bound and chained, looking helpless in a very appealing
way, was doing things to his libido that he did not need to worry about at
this moment in time. He should be concentrating on how he was going to get
out of this mess, with both Obi-Wan and Padme by his side.

But all his mind could conjure up was the image of his master's look of
desire as he ran his lips over the exposed chest, his hands exploring with a
freedom they normally would not have had had his hands been free. All he
could taste was the sharp tang of Obi-Wan's sweat as he brought his master to
a writhing ecstasy with lips and tongue. All he could hear were the pleas and
cries of his name as his master begged for release, helpless in his chains,
to do anything more than beg.

He swallowed hard, coming back to himself as the guards jerked him towards
the column, shooting another glance over at Obi-Wan, seeing his master wore a
slightly annoyed, slightly amused expression. It was still enough to send a
thrill of desire down his spine.

Obi-Wan, for his part, had been watching the progress of the cart carrying
Anakin and Padme. He had immediately sensed his Padawan's presence, along
with the Senator's, in the arena before they had been brought out. His first
reaction had been relief that they were all here now, together again. It was
followed quickly by ire, wondering if his padawan had told anyone on
Coruscant he and the Senator were going after him.

A moment later, he had also sensed the strong feelings of acknowledged love
between Anakin and Padme, and his heart had fallen. He had known this, sensed
this was coming, knew the Force had ordained it long ago, but it still had
the power to send a bolt of regret through him, even now, at this moment.

But he must push those feelings aside, concentrate instead on finding all of
them a way out of this mess. But his heart sank at the knowledge all three of
them were now at the mercy of the Force and their wits.

Not that they hadn't gotten out of situations more difficult that this
before, but it was the principle of the matter.

Still, despite his worry, he couldn't help but swallow hard as he noted the
fine figure Anakin cast as he stood tall and proud, going bravely towards
what the millions of arena patrons believed would be an execution. His mouth
grew dry as his eyes swept the lean form, looking for any bruises or signs
that his padawan had been mistreated.

Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he found his mind wandering to the image
of Anakin in chains next to him. He felt a totally inappropriate surge of
desire at the image, and of what he imaged he could do to a chained up
Anakin. It was neither the time nor place to remember the more intimate
details of their relationship.

However, he couldn't deny the swift surge of desire as he noted his
apprentice give him a long look from the car as it passed him by. He knew
what Anakin was thinking, knew it must be similar to the thoughts he'd just
had about seeing his apprentice in chains.

Knew Anakin must be imagining what it would feel like to be bound and
chained, to have no control, to be totally at the mercy of his master.
Imagined the pleas and groans his young apprentice would give as he ran his
lips across that finely sculpted chest, making sure to torment with every
stroke of his tongue. Imagined the way those strong hips would arch against
his hands and lips, writhing in ecstasy as he held total sway over the
younger man, the chains prohibiting Anakin from doing more than begging.

He jumped as he heard the clank of the cart coming to a stop, pulled
immediately out of his lustful thoughts. Now was not the time. But he was
definatley going to revisit this scenario later. When they got out of this
mess and he could truly assess what his padawan's feelings for the Senator
meant to their relationship.

"I was beginning to wonder if you had got my message," he offered dryly,
swallowing hard at the look Anakin sent his way. The heat in his apprentice's
gaze was nearly hotter than the Geonosian sun beating down on them.

"I retransmitted it as you requested Master, but then we decided to come
rescue you," Anakin offered quietly, swallowing hard as Obi-Wan shifted
slightly against his chains, the move showing off every one of his toned
muscles and his strong chest. He knew he should be worried about getting out
of this arena, but at the moment, all his mind could focus on was what his
master's reaction would be if he suddenly sank to his knees and took care of
the problem he could see growing between Obi-Wan's legs.

"Good job."

Obi-Wan started slightly after his reply, suddenly feeling Anakin's lust wash
over him, struggling to control his own reaction, knowing he needed to
concentrate, knowing Anakin needed to concentrate. But he found his own
advice flying out the window as he watched the guards raise Anakin's arms,
the move showcasing his long, lean limbs. Another wave of desire swept
through his body, threatening to distract him even more.

He closed his eyes, drawing the Force around him, using it to calm his
emotions, to force his desire down. He could deal with that later. He would
make sure he dealt with it later.

For now, they both needed to concentrate on getting out of these chains and
off this planet.

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End