Obi-Wan watched as Anakin waited for his answer, his beautiful blue eyes full of love and hope.
The Jedi could sense, both in the Force and in his heart, that what Anakin had said were not just platitudes to make Obi-Wan feel better and give in, and that his convictions would waver at the first difficulty.
No, Anakin really meant it. He loved Obi-Wan, all of him—the good, not so good and the bad.
For the first time since he had discovered Padme in the prostitutes' arms, Obi-Wan felt hope stir in him. Hope that he could find someone who would love him as unconditionally as Obi-Wan had loved Siri and Padme…and loved Anakin.
"Anakin," he whispered, cupping the younger man's cheek with his palm. "I do love you." He watched as Anakin's eyes widened and his expression filled with joy. "I started loving you very early in our living together, when I saw how nice it was spending time with you and coming home to a room filled with your presence."
"Then why you didn't tell me?" Anakin whispered.
"For I could sense you were interested in me in a sexual way—and not just because it was your duty as my Personal Companion. I could feel you were interested in me as a man—and that was the reason I didn't act on my feelings. I didn't want to bring a sexual connotation into our relationship because I was afraid it would cause me to lose you as I lost Siri and Padme. Yes, I know, a Jedi should not be afraid…but I was. My heart had been broken twice and I could not bear the idea of having it broken again. But now, now I sense you are sincere, that you love me and accept me as I am…and my heart is rejoicing. I love you, Anakin Skywalker. I want to be with you…to go to sleep every night with you in my arms and wake up every morning with you pressed against me, breathing in the scent of your hair and skin."
Anakin smiled broadly down at him, and Obi-Wan smiled back, as they stared, happy, into each other's eyes.
Then Anakin's gaze darkened and he whispered, a little hesitantly. "May I kiss you, Obi-Wan?"
"Of course you may," Obi-Wan answered. "I like kissing. Not only I like it, but I'm also quite good at it. Even Padme and Siri said so."
"I don't want to hear their names again," Anakin growled, before he bent his head forward as Obi-wan raised his own to meet him midway.
Their lips met in a kiss that was curious and sweet and tender. A chaste first kiss that left Obi-Wan wishing for more—which was granted with their second kiss, when Anakin parted his lips, inviting the older man's questioning tongue into his mouth.
Obi-Wan thoroughly explored the hot cavern, memorizing the taste of his love. Anakin responded to him with the same intensity and soon they were devouring each other mouths and moans.
It was then, as Obi-Wan pulled Anakin even closer to him, that he realized with surprise that he was hard.
The realization stunned him. He had seldom hardened so quickly while kissing and certainly never after having already come.
He flushed crimson in embarrassment as his cock poked against Anakin's hip. All those talks about not having to have sex and here he was…
Anakin must had sensed his distress, for he pulled away from their kiss. He took Obi-Wan's face in his hands and murmured, "There is no need to be embarrassed, Master. I might be ready to live in chastity with you for the rest of our lives, but that doesn't mean I'm going to be upset if you feel like doing it."
"But I don't want to make you feel obligated to go along with this, after what was done to you…"
Anakin shook his head with fondness. "I don't feel obliged to do anything. What I'm going to do is because I want to do it—with you."
Thus speaking, Anakin slid down Obi-Wan's body, kissing the hollow of his neck, nibbling his collarbone, licking and sucking his nipples, leaving a damp path with his lips and tongue until he reached the older man's leaking sex.
Once there Anakin stopped and Obi-Wan looked down, meeting his lover's smiling eyes.
"Watch me," Anakin said, before lightly kissing the tip of his cock. Obi-Wan writhed under the touch as Anakin rose to his knees.
The older man had barely time to wonder what his lover was up to, when Anakin straddled his hips, took hold of his erection with his hand and sat down onto it.
Obi-Wan cried out when he felt himself being engulfed by Anakin's body. It felt like being inside a woman, but it seemed tighter and warmer.
"Is this all right?" Anakin whispered, looking down at him.
"Yes…just tell me what I must do…" Obi-Wan answered.
"There is nothing you must do, Obi-Wan, but you can move, if you want. If not, then don't do anything. I will take care of both of us."
Obi-Wan nodded, relieved, and threw his head back against the pillow as Anakin started moving up and down on him, his body causing a delicious friction on his aroused flesh.
Anakin leant forward and put his hands over Obi-Wan's chest to get more leverage as his movements speeded up and his breath grew laboured.
Obi-Wan watched beneath half closed eyes as Anakin's face contorted with pleasure. He felt a bit guilty for not doing anything to increase his partner's enjoyment, but it felt so good to just stay there and be loved, without being pressured to transform the encounter into an erotic performance. Just enjoying the ride, watching Anakin take pleasure in his body, until he felt warmth spread in his belly and his balls coil in their sac…Two strokes more and Obi-Wan came with a load groan as Anakin's inner muscles contracted around him in a way that was almost painful.
When Obi-Wan recovered his wits, he found Anakin sprawled atop of him, his sweaty face hovering over his own as he looked at him anxiously.
"Hello there," Obi-Wan whispered, and his voice sounded slurred to his ears. He raised his hand to caress Anakin's cheek, the movement very slow, for he felt boneless.
"Are you all right?" Anakin asked.
Obi-Wan nodded. "Yes, just worn out. I've…never come twice in one encounter," he blushed deeply. "And you?"
Anakin closed his eyes briefly, as if he was savouring something. Then he opened them again and whispered, "I feel wonderful. Never better. Now I know what 'making love' means. Thank you so much for making me feel like this."
"I did nothing…"
"You let me love you, and that's what really matters to me. For the first time in my life I had sex because I wanted it... I made love and this is a memory I will always cherish," Anakin said, bringing Obi-Wan's hand to his lips and kissing the palm.
"I-I…think that…there could be more memories like this one in the future…" Obi-Wan murmured, hesitant. "Probably not very often…but there will be."
Anakin smiled broadly. "Then it means I will have to treasure them—but never as much as I treasure you and your love and your presence in my life, Master."
"Don't call me Master, Anakin. I don't like it. I don't like to be reminded that I own you…that you are considered a possession," Obi-Wan said with a frown.
"But you do own me, Obi-Wan. You own my heart and my mind—as I dare to presume I own your heart and mind in return," Anakin replied.
"Indeed you do, Anakin."
"See? You are indeed my Master! The Master of my heart!"
Obi-Wan laughed and shook his head ruefully. "It's a good thing nobody is watching us. We sound so sappy…"
"Would you really care if they did?"
"Not really. I'm too happy to care about it."
"The same goes for me."
"So I guess we can keep on being sappy as much as we want," Obi-Wan concluded, covering a yawn with his hand. Slumber was rapidly creeping over him and for the first time in his life he felt like going to sleep without the desire to stand up and clean himself after sex nor the urge to shake off the sweaty body of his partner and curl away on his side.
He felt good, he felt happy and something inside him was telling him this was only the beginning. It was telling him that maybe, in the arms of his very special Personal Companion, not only would Obi-Wan discover the real meaning of love, but he would also learn to like sex.
Obi-Wan smiled at the thought, kissed Anakin's temple and then closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
A/N: All right, this is how the story ends because my muse stubbornly refused to indulge me more. She said there was already enough sappiness in this story and that she couldn't take more. So the idea I initially had for an epilogue, never got to be developed. However, I thought you might like to flesh out this scene with your own fantasy….
It's morning, sunshine fills Obi-Wan's bedroom. Anakin wakes up, feeling all excited. There is no reason to be, it's just a normal morning, as many of the others that preceded it during the past 25 years. Wait, 25 years…that's why this morning is different!
Because the day before, Obi-Wan officially set Anakin's free. So today, it is the first time Anakin wakes up as a freedman. Then Anakin turns around and looks at his sleeping Master – the Master of his heart, that's it—and smiles. Obi-Wan is still as handsome as he was 25 years before (no old Alec Guinnes here! Obi-Wan is still in his Ewan McGregor phase…Look at the manip I created for "Never Too Old To Love" if you need help to imagine him with grey hair) and Anakin loves him just as much.. no, more. Then Obi-Wan wakes up…and you can add the rest. More sappy talks about freedom and love? A round of lovemaking because Obi-Wan woke up ready to action? A shared long, warm shower? Or do they have breakfast while watching the holonet and thus learn that Senator Amidala has just left her sixth husband because she found the man in bed with a whore?
Just remember our boys are happy and always will be, because "love conquered all".