TITLE: Opposites to Parallels

AUTHOR: Little Elflet

SUMMARY: Quite frankly, it's shameless porn. The plot really isn't a plot, just tent poles to make it look like it has some substance. Will be slight (ever so slight as to be almost nonexistent) angst. Basically, Anakin/Obi-Wan porn X 2.

GENRE: PORN! (is that a genre?) Romance

TIMELINE: Post Anakin Knighting, Pre Darth Vader.

RATING: NC-17! YEAH BABY!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Don't mind the title. Shameless porn really doesn't deserve the dignity of a good one.
P.S. I'm stuck on my other two stories right now, so this is serving as a brain dump to clear my head. Please don't mind the silly tone.

WARNING! SOME KINK MAY OCCUR!

It was bizarre, is what it was. It was insane, scary, and just plain strange. There - right in front of them - stood Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his apprentice Anakin Skywalker and Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice Chi Tygs.

On the other side of the table stood Master Obi-Wan Kenobi and his apprentice Anakin Skywalker. The rest of the Order stood beside the table, blank faces expressing no feeling what-so-ever.

They had been found wandering the halls, talking and jesting as if they traveled through parallel dimensional portals all the time. Only, they hadn't exactly been aware of that fact.

It was surprising - and quite upsetting to Anakin and Obi-Wan (the residents of the universe being invaded by parallel selves) - that the other Anakin and Obi-Wan were constantly at each other's throats. The dislike between the two was so palpable that it positively choked the observers.

Comments were thrown back and forth. Theories were theorized, opinions were opinionated. Basically, after hours of talking, they had gotten a whole lotta nothin'.

What they did get, however, was an eyeful of Master/Knight confrontations. Anakin didn't like to sit when in the presence of the Order, parallel or not. Obi-Wan, being the shorter of the two, had no intention what-so-ever of being even shorter in the presence of his nemesis, so he too stood. Both stood at stiff attention throughout, only joining their voices to the fray when they absotively, posolutely felt the need to express their extreme dislike toward each other. Many a time, they happened to bring in the mothers and other assorted ancestry.

The Order finally called it quits for the night and sent everyone off to bed as if they were naughty children (Anakin and Obi-Wan were, in fact, sent off to bed without supper while the other two dined leisurely).

Our story slows down and gets a tad more involved when it zooms down the Temple's Great Hall, following the Anakin and Obi-Wan who were friends. Anakin's brow was furrowed. He could not fathom why his alter-self didn't like alter-Obi-Wan. A glance down at the shorter man was all it took to spark a long, long list of why exactly he just simply adored his former master.

1. He was intelligent.
2. Caring, yet stern.
3. Great sense of humor and timing.
4. Affectionate.
5. Loyal.
6. Handsome, even with that nappy beard.

Obi-Wan glanced up at his friend and confidant. A smile flitted across his face, a combination of sad and happy. It was a smile - common enough as to worry the younger man - that confused Anakin. It was a smile he most often saw late, late at night when he came in from an outing. Or it was early in the morning because he hadn't bothered to come back to their shared quarters.

Obi-Wan looked down, his smile fading and his strides faltering. He finally came to a complete stop, his cape and 'saber in its upright and locked position. Beside the two - Anakin had stopped as well - was the Ambiance Room. It was used for the social functions with the Senate that the Order couldn't finagle their way out of. It was used as Anakin and Obi-Wan's private sanctuary from everything Jedi... at least for a while. There were no comms, trackers, or mechanized beings installed or stationed there when the room was function-less.

The two boys - for that is what they were in that room away from the world - sat on one of the deep purple couches, not touching, talking, or even thinking. It was silent in the room, but it cast a heavenly glow about everything, even when just the barest of lamps - far back in the corners - was flickering. The room was aptly named.

Obi-Wan was about to breach the silent vacuum that seemed to have consumed, enveloped, surrounded, and separated them when his senses perked up. He noticed Anakin had straightened as well. It wasn't just his paranoia about being caught in a room off-limits when not sanctioned by the Council, whether one of the offending party was part of that Council or not.

Obi-Wan grabbed his former apprentice's arm and dragged him into a dark corner, enfolding both in the darkness of the lamp less niche. They clamped down on their force signatures, concentrated on slowing their heart rates and dampening their auras. They didn't want to be noticed, though Obi-Wan knew Anakin was curious to know why exactly they hadn't just left out of the door directly to their right. To tell the truth, he was curious. He had a vague idea it might be himelf.

The main doors opened slowly, cautiously. Light flooded in through the small crack that was made, casting a dark, elongated shadow across the floor, distorting the figure. The door closed and the creature stepped into an illuminated bit of room, revealing the familiar visage of Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan felt Anakin's confusion through their bond and he was slightly assured by that fact. Lately, he'd felt a rift in their relationship. Shaking his head and bringing himself back to reality, he looked up in time to see the doors opposite the main entrance open slowly and then close. The illumination that had streamed through the door when it first opened had revealed the fact that the other occupant of the room was alter-Anakin.

The two men walked to the middle of the room, one couch and ten feet separating them. Faces were of stone, no dislike, no like. Just hard faces, eyes probing into eyes. Jedi robes hung loosely from their bodies, obscuring what was underneath.

Obi-Wan grabbed onto Anakin's firmly muscled arm; the mechanized hand of the younger man came up automatically to rest protectively around Obi-Wan's shoulders as fire seemed to sizzle in the air. A second set of eyes met another set of eyes; these ones locking in confusion and something more.

The resident partners jerked their eyes back to the alter egos as they made moves toward the middle of the room. The strides weren't angry nor were they calm. It was somewhere down the middle. Both shed their robes as if they were about to engage in battle, tossing them aside like so much nothing. What happened next stopped all thought processes altogether.

Anakin roughly grabbed Obi-Wan by sliding his hand to the back of the older man's head, entwining his fingers in the strands of hair there and twisting. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but it was hard enough to exert pressure and bring the Jedi Master to his knees. Anakin - angry at his alter self - made steps to intervene. Obi-Wan stopped him with a hand and a shake of his head. His eyes conveyed the message that this was not their problem to meddle in. Anakin took a tight, deep breath and nodded jerkily. He would have stormed out the side door had it not been in a position to attract attention.

Alter-Anakin leaned down slowly, a smirk spreading across his face as he noticed the quickened breathing of his victim. In a deep, dark voice - laced with superiority - he asked, "Who's the Master now?"

Obi-Wan gulped, whimpered. He gasped a little when a tug to his hair indicated that the younger man was awaiting an answer. "Y-you are!" The breath whooshed out of him as he forced the words from his throat.

At the answer, the smile on the stern face of the Knight broadened. He said, "Very good. You shall be rewarded." He swooped in unexpectedly - at least to the peeping Toms - and crushed his lips to the soft ones beneath. The kiss lasted only seconds.

A black clad leg swung out, sweeping the legs of the immobilized man out from under him. He fell with a cry, his back hitting the seat of the couch. He wasn't injured - that had not been the Master's intent. Clothes were quickly strewn about the room after hastily being stripped off. Anakin stood above his submissive, showing off his power over the other man. His hard, jutting, weeping erection was the focal point of the equally aroused prostrate man.

A simple flick of the wrist was all that was needed for the submissive to turn over onto his stomach. He knew the rules and as much as he liked to be punished, he wasn't in the mood. The Master settled on top of the prone man's buttocks, his cock poking into the crack and his balls settling against the skin covering the entrance to a beautiful bounty.

Fingers were licked and then unceremoniously shoved - three at a time - into Obi-Wan's hole. He cried out in slight pain and severe pleasure. His back arched and undulated as his legs spasmed in ecstasy. Sweat broke out in the small of his back and upper lip. A bead of the salty stuff ran down the nape of his neck and Anakin bent down. His tongue ran up the trail of the sweat, tasting the essence of the man beneath him.

The fingers withdrew after a few minutes of probing, bringing with it a soaked, egg-shaped (and size) vibrator that had been stimulating Obi-Wan throughout the whole day. Obi-Wan (the dressed one) shifted uncomfortably, his pants too tight and constricting all of a sudden. Anakin didn't notice as he was having his own problems with shrinking clothes.

The nude couple drew the attention of the observers back to themselves when a quick movement seated Anakin's member deep inside of Obi-Wan. A yell was released as Obi-Wan's ass rose to the occasion - in surprised pain/pleasure. Anakin grunted like an animal and brought his dick out to the tip before slamming home once more. "AAAH!" Obi-Wan groaned.

"I'm going to fuck you into the mattress, Obi-Wan. I'm going to show you who owns you. I'll imprint it so hard into your mind that you'll never forget your place. Understand?" At that last question, Anakin's hips stopped movement completely, tip of his cock just barely inside the ring of muscle.

Obi-Wan let out a whine. He breathed in sporadic bursts, his body trembling. He couldn't catch the air to answer. He tried... and failed. He just wanted to be stuffed to the hilt. He couldn't think beyond that. He was rewarded for his disobedience by a sharp slap to his ass. It jolted him, sending pain through his nerve endings and pleasure down his spine.

"I under... stand... Master." His voice was soft with the effort it cost him to speak. He knew he'd displeased his Master though and he wanted to rectify that. He cast his eyes upward, lashes prettily lowered to fan over his eyes. His pout was in place, full bottom lip protruding. Slight red oozed from small punctures from his teeth. "Please, Master... Dominate me."

Anakin's eyes darkened in pleasure and his lips drew back in a feral snarl. He pistoned his hips down at an angle, hitting the magic spot inside his submissive in reward for the provocative plea. Obi-Wan keened his glory as his stomach muscles spasmed and tightened. His cock hardened even further, filling to the brim with semen just barely breaching his inner walls. All this without ever being touched. That was how Anakin liked it. He liked to make him come without any outside stimulation and Obi-Wan loved it just as much.

The couch bounced as Anakin pounded his way into Obi-Wan's body harder and harder. He worked faster, his hips jutting in and then out. His cock worked overtime, pushing all sorts of buttons. Obi-Wan shoved his ass back as fast as he could with hands bruisingly anchoring them down. Their skin slapped together as Anakin brutally took the man beneath him. Tale bone met pelvic bone, sending shards of splintering heat through both bodies. The pace picked up with the help of the Force - Anakin's doing - and before either Anakins and Obi-Wans knew it, the naked couple was coming in long, loud streams.

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! YES, FUCK YES!" Anakin screamed, his howl one of victory.

As befitting a submissive, Obi-Wan keened louder and longer, his fingers gripping the thigh muscles behind his own flanks. When the climax was over, Anakin collapsed on top of Obi-Wan, bringing both down to the couch. Breath was harsh and loud. So loud that the lovers could not hear the erratic breathing of the voyeurs in the corner. They still remained unnoticed.

Obi-Wan watched the couple longingly. It was and wasn't what he wanted. He wanted love too but - He was shocked silent when both men smiled gently, chuckled and then snuggled. Anakin's puzzlement was felt through the bond.

Alter-Anakin lovingly swept the bangs out of Obi-Wan's eyes. He looked into said eyes and then bent, gently fastening his lips to Obi-Wan's. His erection came back with a vengeance. Obi-Wan laughed again, his chuckles revealing his satisfaction as his cock, too, rose to the occasion.

Instead of the rough and tumble dominate/submissive roles the two had played earlier, it was soft, slow, and caring. Anakin entered Obi-Wan in a slow arc and circled his hips leisurely. Obi-Wan 'hmmed' and thrust his derriere back with each circular movement. Soft sighs and contented groans were the only noises until Anakin spoke up in a velvety voice. "I love you." His hand snuck up on Obi-Wan's cock, sliding lovingly across it, down, then up, picking up a rhythm. "I love the way you smile, so boyish and shy." Obi-Wan blushed, gasped. "I love your eyes, your hair, Sith even your scraggly beard." More gentle thrusts. "I love your hands, feet, your butt. I love the small noises you make when we love each other."

Obi-Wan began trembling all over, tears ran down his cheeks and a smile decorated his lips. His hands clamped onto Anakin's, their fingers lacing. "You are my everything." Anakin breathed. His next words aroused Obi-Wan further. Not because of the sad images invoked - there were none at that time that came to the fore - but because of the thought and feeling behind them that prompted the saying. "I would kill for you... and I would die for you." He came. Hard, fast, nothing but an almost silent gasp falling gracefully from his lips.

Anakin continued to move in his lover but came seconds later when Obi-Wan said, "Ani, I would kill for you too. And I would gladly die if only to save your precious life." The warm liquid flowed into Obi-Wan's channel, sending more shivers of pleasure into his body until he came again.

They collapsed and collected their breathe. "Anakin, I don't want to hide anymore." It was obvious what and Anakin looked down at Obi-Wan solemnly. The older man lowered his eyes submissively. "I understand you love being a Jedi-"

Calloused fingers silenced his lips. Eyes shining with love and devotion smiled down at him. "We'll need to do it when Qui-Gon and Chi are out of the system and have had sufficient time to regroup and be properly shocked that we'd been having a secret affair."

Obi-Wan smiled delightedly when he realized that Anakin loved him more than anything. He had to to be giving up his dream of being a Jedi. Suddenly a thought occurred to the Jedi and his smile faltered. Anakin immediately pulled his lover closer, protectively, and worried over him. "What is it? What's wrong love?"

Obi-Wan glanced up and whispered brokenly, "Since we are soon to be ex-Jedi and I will no longer hold the title of Master, will we have to stop playing 'Who's the Master Now'?"

Anakin let out a soft snicker and hugged the man to his chest. "No. We don't have to stop. It is a game regular people play to, you know." The younger man was rewarded by a beatific smile.

"Good. Because this is my favorite role-playing game and I was going to miss it." Loud guffaws and secure hugs were his response.

Minutes later, the mess was cleaned up and both men dressed. They interspersed loving kisses between putting on their clothes. Laughs and whispers of love and devotion were intermittent. Love was tangible. They finally gave one long good night kiss before leaving through the doors they’d each come.

Once the coast was clear, both the purveyors of love-porn stiffly exited their corner and kept a slight distance from each other. Obi-Wan because he didn't know if he could control his cock's urge to ejaculate all over the other man and Anakin because of guilt.

The younger Jedi looked over at his Master and noticed a longing look on his face as he gazed after the now-gone sexed up, down, and all over Obi-Wan. "What is it?"

Obi-Wan started and blinked. He looked at the man across from him and blinked, shuttering his desires. "Nothing is wrong. That was just unexpected - and uncomfortable, I might add - is all."

Anakin pinched the bridge of his nose in an inherited Obi-Wan way. He sighed, his shoulders heaving heavily. Without looking he said, "Obi-Wan, don't lie. You know I always know when you do."

It was Obi-Wan's turn to sigh. He'd been caught out and it was time to just come clean. He was tired of hiding from Anakin anyway. If it ruined what they had already, then so be it. Anakin deserved the truth, an explanation to his erratic behavior.

He closed his eyes and turned away from Anakin. "Fine. You want the truth. I'll give it to you." He paused to shore up his courage and then continued. It was as if a dam had burst and all the water came gushing out. He couldn't stop it and it wouldn't stop until the dam was empty. "I want that. What they have. That love and feeling between them. I never expected to have it but I had always expected to at least have your complete and loyal attention. I had always thought that I was and always would be the most important person in your life." A small bitter chuckle. "Arrogant of me, I know, but there you have it.

"I thought I could handle anything you threw at me. Until her." Anakin stepped closer, arms aching to reach out and hold his friend. He stopped himself though, knowing that if he did it just now, he would frighten the older man away. "Yes, Ani. I know about Padme. About the marriage. I watch you all the time. I know you like the back of my hand. It wasn’t hard to add two and two to get four." A shaky breath, voice continued clogged with tears. "Now you know why I have been acting as a jealous husband around her. Why I have been avoiding her whenever possible."

"O-" Obi-Wan's hand shot up in the 'I am not yet done' gesture. "It drives me crazy when you enter our quarters late at night or early in the morning and smelling of her. I would have a flash of jealousy. Every time I smelled her on you, I wanted to push you down and take you hard and fast and long until you smelled of me and not her. Then I wanted you to take me, own me, say that I am yours and no one else's. Protect me."

Silence was all consuming for Obi-Wan. He'd told the truth. He'd said what he wanted and why he reacted the way he did to Anakin's wife. He expected anger and yelling, so therefore was surprised when a hand settled comfortingly on his shoulder. A tall, full body pressed to his back, molding the two until they were one. "That was all you had to say. And you should have said it years ago. I would not have turned to her in desperation." With that, Obi-Wan was devoured by a ravenous Anakin. His lips seemed to be trying to make up for all the years they'd lost because neither had had the courage to speak up. The last thing that echoed in the room before Obi-Wan was lowered to the semen soaked couch was, "The divorce will be final in a week. I promise you that." The only other sound was the soft, wet, sucking of open mouthed kisses.

Finis