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The forest glowed with the light of the full moon. Anakin ran as fast as he could, keeping his Jedi senses attuned to the loudness of his steps as he darted through the trees. His heart was pounding in his ears. He couldn’t see Obi-Wan, but he knew he was out there.
How could Obi-Wan be so stupid?
It had been a long, drawn out campaign. The forest gave the Separatists coverage and every time Republic troops got closer to the base, they slipped out of their grasp overnight. The battalions of droids would redeploy and slowly take over the higher terrain, but two days ago their patterns changed. They noticed less movement in the Separatist camp, and Obi-Wan was afraid they were setting up an ambush. He insisted that “someone should scout ahead” but Anakin thought he would wait to draft a more strategic plan in the morning. Instead, Obi-Wan snuck out of their shared tent in the middle of the night and rushed towards the Separatist camp.
Alone.
Had he learned nothing about the dangers of these woods? Weeks ago, their ranks were decimated in a droid attack near the river, and Obi-Wan and the 212th were forced to retreat towards a gully.
Obi-Wan had turned back looking for Waxer and a small group of clones that he feared were stuck behind enemy lines. What he found instead had been large local fauna that had savagely attacked him.
Waxer and Chronos found and carried the bloodied General back to the camp where Anakin personally saw to his injuries. He’d heard stories of howlers, lurca hounds, and even massiffs that had attacked men in the field, but he’d never seen an attack this vicious up close. Whatever attacked him Obi-Wan shredded his arm, and were it not for his Force powers, a healing trance, and copious amounts of bacta, he and Obi-Wan would’ve had matching mechanical arms.
Obi-Wan, as always, refused to rest and let Anakin fuss over his injuries. Instead, he went back to leading his troops as soon as his arm was nominally healed. He’d been restless after the attack, waking up with chills and nightmares afterwards, but Anakin was the only one to see this; his troops would never know that he’d barely been sleeping and depended on caff and meditation more than he should.
He’d just returned from the weeks-long campaign the night before. Anakin had barely a minute to see him before he stalked into the war room tent, and reemerged at dawn. Anakin worried he was pushing himself too hard.
As he moved in the woods, Anakin strained to hear not only the whirring of droids, but also the sounds of local wildlife. The whole forest felt alive in the Force, tense and anticipating. The thought that whatever had attacked Obi-Wan was lurking in the forest, ready to pounce once again, troubled him.
Anakin still couldn't see Obi-Wan. His enhanced senses picked up rustling that made him pause. What he sensed was stealthy, large and powerful. It stalked in the shadows farther down the path, walking away from him. Anakin sought cover behind a tree, trying to identify the beast when it disappeared.
The next sound he heard was a stifled scream.
And another.
There were no blaster shots. No droids.
Only a bone-chilling shriek, then silence.
Anakin ran towards the camp. Moving as quickly as he could in the uneven terrain, he hoped he was fast enough to find Obi-Wan.
The troop carriers were half crushed and blocked by large boulders.
The smell of leaking hydraulic fuel mingled with the metallic scent of fresh blood.
The ground was dark with a mix of both.
As he approached the camp, Anakin saw what appeared to be a humanoid in the middle of the clearing. The bright moon reduced the scene to shades of black and white, but even in the half light he could see a figure laying in a pool of blood. He held his breath as he approached, praying it wasn’t Obi-Wan.
Anakin reached the body and turned it over. The black leathers the figure was clad in indicated it was a bounty hunter or assassin. But not much else was identifiable. The body was just torn flesh and bone.
A twig snapped.
He gasped and stumbled backward, dropping into a defensive stance and igniting his lightsaber. Another figure in black ran towards him. Anakin was ready to strike when he saw a shadow overtake the bounty hunter. It opened its giant maw and grabbed ahold of the man, who barely had time to release a choked scream before the sound turned into wet gurgling.
The beast looked like a large wolf, with glowing yellow eyes that shimmered blue under the light of Anakin’s lightsaber. It shook the man and then placed the body on the floor, holding it down with a giant paw as it tore into its flesh.
Anakin stood frozen, lightsaber ready. Using the Force, he desperately called for Obi-Wan, hopeful that he would sense his presence or any indication that he was alive.
The wolf looked up at him the instant he reached into the Force. Its attention was squarely on Anakin. But as long as it was focused on him, Obi-Wan had a chance. Keeping his eyes on the wolf, he cried out in the dark forest.
“Obi-Wan!! Obi-Wan, where are you?!” Anakin worried that he’d arrived too late, but if Obi-Wan was still alive, he needed to keep him safe. This wolf would not get in the way. He could sense his former master through their force bond, but he felt distant.
The large paws stepped towards Anakin, mouth open and nostrils flaring.
For a brief instant, Obi-Wan’s presence glimmered in his mind.
And then there was nothing.
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Vaguely, Anakin was aware of being dragged by the scruff of his collar as the wolf ran. His lightsaber having flown out of his hand when the giant paw knocked him out, Anakin tried to punch the animal, who simply shook and swung him away any time his arms got close to its snout.
A large surface gash scored the skin of his flesh arm, and Anakin felt a similar open wound on his chest. But he didn’t have time to consider the pain as the wolf dragged him into a cave and threw him down a couple of meters into the opening. If he was fast, Anakin was sure he could escape. He quickly took measure of the cave and it seemed deep enough that he wondered if Obi-Wan was there too. He needed to find a way to look for him.
The wolf stalked towards him slowly, each step countered by Anakin crawling backwards, moving deeper into the cave. It was backlit by the moon, and the only thing Anakin could see was yellow eyes and the outline of its massive body stepping towards him.
Without his lightsaber, Anakin searched for rocks or anything he could throw at the animal, but he found nothing but smooth, soft dirt around him. The wolf took a hurried step forward, and placed a paw on his legs, pinning him down.
Anakin closed his eyes, tried to focus.
He needed to stay alive.
Obi-Wan was nearby, that much he could feel. The familiar presence of the man he loved urged him to stay calm. As Anakin was trying to figure out how to throw the animal off him, it continued to climb over him and placed a paw on his chest. Its jaw was open inches away from Anakin’s face, and he could smell the blood on its breath, the warm exhale brushing over the gash on his torso making him wince.
Its snout pressed into the folds of his robes, exposing his wound. Anakin clenched his teeth, trying hard to stay still until he could find Obi-Wan.
It inhaled deeply, then placed a large warm tongue on him. It licked a long stripe from his navel to his collarbone. Anakin shuddered and turned his head to the side. He clamped his closed eyes shut even harder, holding his breath. The wolf pressed its nose to the pulsepoint at his throat and inhaled again. The hairs on the back of Anakin’s neck stood on end as its wide tongue slowly lapped his exposed flesh. It huffed in the crook of his neck.
Anakin’s heart was pulsing in his ears when he finally heard the sound he was hoping to hear. Barely more than a whisper, Obi-Wan’s voice said, “Anakin?”
His eyes shot open, wildly looking around for Obi-Wan.
Only to find him, completely naked and covered in blood, hovering over him. His eyes searched Anakin’s and instead of the beautiful blue eyes he was used to, Anakin saw bright yellow eyeshine that reflected the moonlight.
Anakin let out his breath.
Obi-Wan was alive .
His relief was short-lived. The realization rushed to him, and Anakin’s stomach sank, heart racing in his chest.
Obi-Wan brushed the hair off his face.“Darling, you’re safe, you’re ok.”
His breath held the same metallic scent.
Anakin’s eyebrows knit in confusion as Obi-Wan softly caressed his cheek with blood soaked hands. He cupped his face and kissed him gently.
Anakin whimpered into Obi-Wan’s mouth, and almost like a switch was flipped, he felt Obi-Wan’s kiss grow rough.
“I’m sorry darling, you shouldn’t have come here,” he groaned into his lips and broke off the kiss abruptly.
Anakin looked up as Obi-Wan’s eyes turned dark and predatory. One hand grabbed the back of his neck, roughly tugging on his curls and pulling him up in a teeth-crashing kiss.
Surprised, Anakin pulled back. In their furtive trysts, he’d never seen this expression in Obi-Wan’s eyes.
It was primal and raw.
Obi-Wan’s muscles glistened in the moonglow and his mouth was contorted in a seductive growl. He seemed to tower over Anakin as he stared down at his throat and licked his lips.
Anakin felt his stomach drop out, his mouth suddenly dry. The rush of adrenaline made it hard to concentrate. He looked up at the man he loved who had him entranced in a possessive glare. Obi-Wan looked powerful, his ravenous stare making Anakin feel weak.
His desire hardened when the prickly bristles of Obi-Wan’s beard brushed against the back of his ear. Anakin’s eyes closed and he turned his head, leaning into the warm sensation of Obi-Wan’s tongue at his throat. For a second, he felt canines scrape the soft skin on his neck. A chill ran down his spine; fear, excitement, arousal, or a combination of them all.
The teeth pressed around his windpipe for a second, making Anakin shudder. Then, he felt the older man’s tongue trace the length of his jugular, before he hissed repeatedly into his skin, “You shouldn't have come here. I don’t think I can control myself like this.”
Anakin’s cock twitched at those words. “Maybe I don’t want you to,” he replied as he raked his nails down Obi-Wan’s back which earned him a deep growl.
Obi-Wan hovered over him, panting into his skin. His muscles were tense and his expression wild.
Anakin’s breath caught. “Wait, wait,” Anakin managed to say breathlessly, “show me.”
By trick of the moonlight or shadow play he saw Obi-Wan’s handsome features morph into a deadly, sleek and elegant wolf. It silently stalked up the length of his body, stopping to trace its tongue up his exposed chest.
Anakin’s eyes fluttered closed with pleasure. A moan escaped his lips, and for a moment he thought large paws pinned his arms above his head. But the thought slipped away when Obi-Wan whispered, “I’d like to savor your skin forever,” and sucked a mark on his neck. His tongue left a trail of electric fire that pooled in his core, and Anakin felt his hardening length pressing against the seam of his trousers.
Obi-Wan breathed deep and released a low growl, licking his lips and relishing in the smell of Anakin’s arousal in the air. He ripped the younger man’s belt off and threw open his robes.
Anakin looked at Obi-Wan and admired how powerful and feral he looked, half bathed in moonlight, just tousled hair and shining eyes. His desire pulsed as he felt fingers trail down his chest to his hips.
He brought a hand down to palm Anakin’s erection, and his yellow eyes bored down into his bright blue. He tilted his head back and looked at Anakin hungrily.
In a single movement, Obi-Wan relieved him from his pants, his own erection twitching at the sight of Anakin’s length springing free. He brought his calloused hand to Anakin’s base and roughly wrapped his fingers around it, almost painfully tight. Anakin gasped; he missed Obi-Wan’s hands on his body while he was away, but this didn’t feel like his usual touch.
He pumped him slowly, measuring Anakin’s expression and reaction.
Like an animal playing with his prey.
Obi-Wan brought a hand up to his mouth, and with Anakin watching intently, licked a stripe of glistening saliva down it. Taking a moment to look straight into Anakin’s eyes, he circled the crown with his hand and waited for Anakin’s breath to hitch before stroking down.
Anakin didn’t recognize this raw and wild animal hidden behind the features of the man he loved. Obi-Wan looked possessed as he found a tortuously rough and delicious rhythm, encouraged by Anakin’s lustful moans filling the cave.
He didn’t stop even as he used his knee to wrench his legs apart. Obi-Wan sat on his haunches between his spread thighs as he continued to stroke him. Then he brought his lips to the seam of his adonis belt, breathing in the heady musk.
Anakin’s breath was uncontrolled, the aching arousal in his core painfully building.
Obi-Wan buried his nose in the curls of his love before slowly licking the length of him, staring up at Anakin with shining eyes, the flat of his tongue now salty with his precome.
Anakin’s hips rolled forward, urging him to continue. Obi-Wan looked at him through teasing eyebrows. He licked his reddened tip, lips barely brushing the crown as he slowly grazed his teeth down the younger man’s shaft.
Anakin bit into his lower lip as Obi-Wan took him fully into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue and breath on his skin was making him delirious. He tried bucking his hips up, but Obi-Wan placed one strong hand on his hips to still his movements. He roughly bobbed on his cock before pulling back to study him. He continued fondling him with the other hand, intently measuring his reaction as his cock pulsed with every movement.
Obi-Wan’s hand now slick with his weeping precome, adding the obscene sound to Anakin’s moans, he resumed the rough strokes while his mouth explored further below.
Anakin’s thighs spread wider as he felt Obi-Wan’s nose graze the soft skin of his perineum, eyes looking pleadingly at Obi-Wan when he felt his breath dangerously close to his tight hole. “Please...” he whimpered as he felt the tip of his tongue dance around the ring.
Obi-Wan was enjoying the helpless sight of the man spread out before him. He moved his hand, wet with saliva and precome, to his entrance, the pad of his finger only tracing the surface. He spoke into his thigh, “Darling, I’m afraid I might hurt you in this state, you’re unprepared”.
“I need you. Like this,” Anakin pleaded.
At that, Obi-Wan practically pounced up to Anakin’s face. His finger was still tracing the rim of his entrance.“Say it again,” he growled in his ear.
“I need you. I want you. Like this,” Anakin said breathlessly.
Obi-Wan pressed on, just to the second knuckle, waiting for Anakin to finish his gasping moan, before retreating and doing it again.
Anakin’s eyes rolled back with pleasure and he bucked his hips. Obi-Wan turned to his exposed neck and bit down on his trapezius. Anakin was sure that would leave a mark but he didn’t care.
Obi-Wan’s lips curled in a snarl before continuing to thrust into the younger man, biting Anakin’s lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood.
Anakin mewled nonsensically into his mouth, and it took all of Obi-Wan’s self control not to continue biting into that deliciously bronzed skin. It was salty and stretched taut over strong muscles that teased his canines. The glistening sweat invited him to lick every inch of his body.
As Anakin’s back arched, Obi-Wan saw the opportunity to sit back and pull the young man onto his lap. Hand pressed against the back of his knee, he rolled his hips forward, giving him access to the lewd spectacle that was Anakin spread wide before him, speared by his fingers. Obi-Wan’s own cock, painfully red and swollen, dripped with precome.
Obi-Wan’s face rushed millimeters away from Anakin, eyeshine glowing in the dark. His panting breath brushed over his skin when he growled, “I will tear you apart.” He wanted to bite him, to shred him to pieces, to make him come undone in a million different ways. He wanted to mark him and possess him and keep him in this cave forever.
Anakin felt helpless.He had never seen Obi-Wan like this, and his roughness was edging between ecstasy and pain. He was at his beloved’s mercy and he wanted to surrender to him.
Anakin pleaded, “Please. I want you inside me.”
Obi-Wan took his cock and rubbed it along his crevice, smearing precome on Anakin’s tight hole. He looked up into the pleading eyes of the startled prey in his arms as he aligned to Anakin’s entrance and pushed on, barely passing the tight ring.
Anakin groaned, feeling his cock stretch him, burning pain and desire mixing into a single sensation.
The moment his eyes shot open, he saw Obi-Wan’s pupils shine red and yellow as he hooked his arms around his shoulders and pressed his full length into Anakin in a single thrust.
Anakin’s eyes blew wide and his body tensed. Back arched, he felt the throbbing pulse of Obi-Wan’s cock fully sheathed inside him. His generous girth stretched him with an aching fullness.
For a moment, the beast softened. Obi-Wan brushed the hair out of his eyes and kissed his forehead, Anakin’s soft whimpering mewls honey thick in his ears. “My dear one. You’re being so good for me”
Anakin’s shuddering breath steadied. And, staring up at Obi-Wan through his eyebrows and lidded eyes, he bit into the older man's lower lip.
Obi-Wan responded in kind, pulling a handful of curls back and exposing his neck. He scraped his teeth down Anakin’s adam's apple as he seated himself deeper inside him, filling him completely, making Anakin see stars behind his eyes. His thrusting began again, picking up in pace.
He grabbed his hips painfully, his thumbs digging into his flesh as he repeatedly rammed himself into Anakin. His skin was on fire, desire pooled at the bottom of his core, ripples of pleasure coursing through him.
Anakin tensed with every thrust as Obi-Wan expertly hit the spot he knew would make him come undone. The cave was filled with obscene moans and the smell of sex. His body was tight as a coil when Obi-Wan brought his hand to his cock and grasped him tightly. He stroked him fully, tip to base, driving into him desperately.
Anakin was so close.
“Let me destroy you,” Obi-Wan growled viciously into his neck.
The words brushing on his skin was all he needed. Anakin cried out as they reverberated in his ears and shuddered down his back straight to his cock.
Obi-Wan’s pace was fast and aggressive, chasing after his own pleasure as Anakin’s pooling well of lust broke free. A rubber band snapped inside him and he spilled his seed over his own abdomen.
The look of Anakin spent and boneless drove Obi-Wan wild . His thrusts became uncoordinated and sloppy as the tightness of Anakin’s hole wrapped around him when his orgasm rushed through. The soft curls and golden skin salty with exertion and come was all he could think of as he pressed his hands into his hips and his ass.
Pounding into him and seeking his release, Obi-Wan used all his restraint to not tear into his skin with his teeth. He wanted to crush him with pleasure, he wanted to savor his whimpers and split him in two.
He felt every millimeter of Anakin’s tightness, the delicious friction satiating his lust with every thrust. Anakin looked up at him with half lidded eyes, whimpering with over stimulation. His head rolled back, curls bouncing with every thrust.
With a couple of forceful thrusts that bottomed out deep into Anakin, Obi-Wan tumbled into ecstasy. He spilled thick ropes of his seed deep into the young man, who could only moan and gasp in response.
In his pleasured delirium, Anakin closed his eyes, feeling Obi-Wan soften inside him and slip out, come dripping out of his hole into the dirt below. Obi-Wan set him on the ground gently. For a moment Anakin was sure he felt a large flat tongue lapping up the seed on his abdomen, licking him clean, and a soft snout nuzzling his cheek, but it was just Obi-Wan leaning back and pulling him to rest on his chest. He pressed his cheek against the broad chest of the man he loved. The beast had receded and the soft touch returned, running his fingers through his hair. Obi-Wan kissed his forehead repeatedly and poured soft words of love in his ears.
Anakin placed his hand on Obi-Wan’s chest, swirling the ginger locks he was so familiar with between his fingers. His racing heart started to slow to a steady pace. He’d always admired the quiet stoic strength Obi-Wan projected, but seeing his beloved’s full power on display, feral and untamed, made him feel protected.
He saw Obi-Wan’s features relax, the moon lit cave barely giving enough light to see when the yellow glowing eyes closed and his body gave into sleep. The rise and fall of his chest under Anakin’s head and his steady breathing above enveloped him in a warm cocoon.
Any other time he would be rushing to get back to camp, away from the forests, the bounty hunters, and assassin droids, but for now, Anakin knew there was no safer place to be.