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‘Master is furious!’ thought Obi-wan. He gripped his padawan braid as he followed behind his master to his ship, trying to ease his worry and uneasy from his master’s rolling emotional fury that he was broadcasting loudly in the bond.

Anakin strode back with harsh steps to the starship he borrowed from the Jedi Temple to go rescue his padawan from traffickers on Corellia.

Once the two stepped up the ramp of the ship, Anakin harshly said, “Wait in the medbay.”

Obi-wan flinched from his master’s brutal command but easily complied with a ‘Yes master’ and headed towards the med bay.

Anakin started up the ship, put the coordinates for Coruscant in, lifted up the ship’s ramp, and then stirred the ship off of Corellia. Once the ship reached space, the coordinates for Coruscant set in, plunging the ship into a hyperlane headed for Coruscant.

Anakin sighed by rubbing the palms of his hands upon his eyes.

‘I hope Obi-wan didn’t see my eyes.’ pondered Anakin internally. He exhaled once more to steady his force signature before he left the cockpit to go to Obi-wan in the medbay.

Meanwhile, Obi-wan was pacing in the medbay, reeling with the upcoming reprimand that his master was coming to give him. He started to sweat profusely by his anxiety and nerves, muttering that his robes and tunic were too itchy to wear. He removed his outer robe and inner tunic, leaving his chest bare and exposed.

Anakin opened the door to the medbay just as Obi-wan had removed the last of his upper clothing, causing Obi-wan to turn beet red and trying to cover himself up in front of his master.

Anakin averted his gaze from his flushed padawan and gave an icy glare towards Obi-wan before grunting, “Stop pacing and sit on the exam table, padawan.”

Obi-wan immediately stopped his movements and abruptly sat down on the exam table, still trying to cover himself.

Anakin walked over to his padawan and roughly gripped Obi-wan’s wrists to desist his squirming to clothe himself in front of his master. Obi-wan went rigid from the touch but consented by placing his hands on his lap which allowed Anakin to release his iron grip upon his wrists.

Obi-wan then bowed his head, trying his best to hide his shame from his master.

Anakin sighed but thought he should go with a softer approach.

“Padawan, look at me,” charged Anakin to his padawan with a gentle voice.

Obi-wan relented and stared at the azure eyes of his master.

‘They’re not gold anymore…’ thought Obi-wan as he still gawked openly at his master.

A small silence occurred before Anakin coughed to break the ice, “Obi-wan, do you mind telling me how those traffickers captured you?”

Obi-wan answered with a somewhat quiet but loud enough response for his master to hear, “I was following right behind you master but sensed a disturbance in the force that needed my attention. Once you stopped to buy supplies at a merchant shop, I left to find the disturbance but fell for a trap by the Twi-lek woman who pretended to be assaulted by her accomplices. Her brother came from behind me to shock me and then placed a force suppression collar. They were going to take me to Zygerria before…”

Obi-wan stopped mid-sentence for his master to continue with, “Before I stepped in.”

Obi-wan nodded and his vision drifted to his hands in lap.

‘I can’t tell Master that when he rescued me by slicing through the traffickers that his eyes were bright gold.’ reflected Obi-wan internally.

“Do you know how I felt when I suddenly couldn’t sense you in our bond?” questioned Anakin, shifting the conversation.

Obi-wan shook his head no and then the bond between the two went silent on his master’s end.

“Clearly the penalty for disappearing on me and almost being abducted from traffickers should be a closed off bond between us until we are back to the Jedi Temple for a more scrutinous punishment.” said Anakin with venom in his voice.

Obi-wan was stupefied by the chastisement his master just executed. He tried reaching out to the bond between his master and him but only felt a durasteel wall.

Anakin then stood to leave to go back to the cockpit. When he reached the door to the medbay, with his back turned against his padawan, he stated bitterly, “This punishment is harder on me than it is you.”

Anakin returned to the cockpit, taking a seat in the pilot’s seat. He needed to meditate (even though he hated to do so). He wrestled internally to whether Obi-wan saw the change of his eye color or not. He huffed loudly then closed his eyes, trying to meditate somewhat in the pilot seat.

Meanwhile, Obi-wan was going crazy. His master never closed off the bond, ever. He always had his master’s powerful force signature in the back of his mind for comfort, assurance, and acceptance. He felt the inner tunic for his upper body; it was somewhat dry from his earlier sweaty episode. He covered his upper body with the inner tunic then headed towards the cockpit to speak with his master. He shifted side to side at the door leading to the cockpit, but with the wave of his hand, the door slid open.

Anakin had already sensed his padawan’s force signature fluctuating on the other side of the cockpit’s door before he swiveled the pilot seat to face Obi-wan. As he did so, the door slid open, and he was unexpectedly full of a lap of his padawan. Obi-wan had wrapped his arms around his master’s neck and awkwardly nuzzled his head underneath Anakin’s neck while his legs dangled on either side of his master’s hips.

“Master, please open the bond again!” desperately exclaimed Obi-wan as he nestled further into the neck of his master.

Anakin didn’t know what to do. On the one hand, he always spoiled his padawan and cherished when his padawan actually reciprocated the affection he displayed towards him. On the other hand, he rarely had Obi-wan practically throw himself at his master. He grunted then pushed Obi-wan slightly away from himself to give a small distance between the two of them. Obi-wan was about to plead again before Anakin stopped him with a hand to his lips.

“I’m sorry, padawan. I know I shouldn’t have closed off the bond,” said Anakin with a soothing, atoning voice. He then rested his forehead upon Obi-wan’s and hummed somewhat as he opened back up his side of the bond.

Once the side of the bond from Anakin unlocked, Obi-wan exploded with feelings of love, adoration, and protectiveness from his master and slightly teared up.

“Thank you, Master,” smiled Obi-wan as brightly as he could. He then closed the distance between his master and himself with a chaste kiss. However, Anakin chased after Obi-wan’s lips.

The kiss between them wasn’t rushed but a confirmation between the two that they were both safe as well as an apology for the events that occurred.

Eventually Anakin angled his head to deepen the kiss which caused Obi-wan to moan into their mouths allowing Anakin to slide his tongue inside his padawan’s mouth.

‘Need you…’ sent Obi-wan through the bond. Anakin smirked from the declaration. While not lessening the kiss between them, Anakin gripped his padawan around his waist, lifting them both off the pilot seat, and walked in a somewhat hurried pace to the only bedroom in the ship. Once he got to the door of the bedroom, he waved the door open, and hastily deposited his padawan on top of large bed.

“Padawan, you know the drill,” grunted Anakin as he started removing his robes, tunics, belt, boots, and underwear. Obi-wan was flushed from the prior kissing session but fluently assented to his master’s instructions.

Once both were fully naked, Anakin climbed on top of Obi-wan resuming their kissing but with a more ferocious intent. Obi-wan moaned and squirmed underneath his master.

‘Master, please!’ shouted Obi-wan through the bond. Anakin grinned but put some distance between the two and grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer.

“Obi-wan, hands and knees,” directed Anakin. Obi-wan obliged and presented his fluttering hole to his master. Anakin groaned from the sight. He then put a heavy amount of lube on one of his fingers and started fingering his padawan’s waiting hole. Obi-wan moaned from the intrusion but happily complied to his master’s finger.

Anakin prepped Obi-wan up to three of his fingers before he deemed Obi-wan ready for his cock and all the while Obi-wan wriggled his ass and pushed back against his master’s fingers to seek the fullness he so desperately required.

Anakin removed his fingers to slick up his cock which caused Obi-wan to whine. Anakin smirked from his padawan’s impatience but once his cock was lubed up, he positioned himself to Obi-wan’s hole and slowly pushed through the tight muscle, causing an excruciating groan to fall from both of them for the pleasurable sensation of joining as one body.

Anakin gripped his padawan’s hips and started a steady rhythm. Obi-wan pushed back with each down thrust to seek the fullness he so hopelessly needed from his master’s cock.

‘Faster Master! Harder!’ pleaded Obi-wan through the bond. Anakin happily agreed to his padawan’s desire. He then picked up his thrusts at a more brutal pace, aiming with rigorous precision to Obi-wan’s prostrate.

Obi-wan grunted and moaned from the unbelievable and pleasurable pace his master was going at his hole.

‘Master!—Nee—need…to see---you!’ yelled Obi-wan through the bond. Anakin abruptly stopped his savage pace, flipped Obi-wan onto his back, and resumed his wild, excruciating pace into his padawan’s hole.

‘Mine!’ growled Anakin through the bond as well as physically. Obi-wan replied with a ‘Yours! Always yours, Master! I love you!’ through the bond as he came with a loud cry.

Once Obi-wan’s orgasm leveled out, he stared up at the golden eyes of his master with awe as Anakin kept thrusting into his hole, chasing his orgasm.

“Master, your eyes are beautiful,” said Obi-wan in wonder as he shakily held his master’s face with his hands. When Obi-wan saw the true color of his master’s eyes, Anakin spilled a heavy load of cum into his padawan’s hole. Soon, Anakin’s orgasm dissipated which allowed him to remove his cock from his padawan’s hole. He used the force to call a nearby towel to clean up the cum between the two as well as the cum dripping out of Obi-wan’s abused hole.

Anakin was about to retreat from the bed before Obi-wan grabbed his wrist. “Master, please don’t leave,” begged Obi-wan. Anakin was facing away from his padawan. His eyes were still gold; he couldn’t meet the blue-green eyes of his padawan.

“Padawan, I’m sorry. I never wanted you to see the true color of my eyes.” feebly said Anakin while trying to relinquish the grip of his padawan upon his wrist.

Obi-wan let go of his master’s wrist to only hug Anakin from behind.

“Master, I don’t care if you have gold irises. I love you.” Said Obi-wan as he nuzzled the back of his master’s neck, projecting into their bond acceptance and love.

Anakin sagged against the hold of his padawan.

‘I love you too, padawan mine. Thank you.’ smiled Anakin through the bond as well as physically. Obi-wan beamed from his master’s thoughts of love and cherishment.

Whether his master was a Sith or a grey Jedi, Obi-wan could care less. His master would always love him and have his back just like he does for his master.

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When Vader was given a second chance from the Force after he killed Obi-wan Kenobi on the Death Star, he was brought back as his 19 year-old self, all limbs intact with his Sith mind in control.

He was determined to find his former master once more to kill him again, but when he discovered that he actually traveled back in time to when the Jedi were still active, no Empire rearing its ugly head with the bastard Palpatine/Sidious ruling it, he changed his approach to become a Jedi once again to destroy it from within.

Thus, after providing the current Jedi Council with a faux tale of being from a timeline where the Jedi were no more and wishing to join the Jedi under the pseudonym of Anakin Skywalker, the Council reluctantly agree, allowing him to take the Knight Trials to be the youngest Jedi Knight in history in this universe.

Now that the Council was off his back, Vader was on a mission to find where his former master was and finally through exhausted research in the Archives Database, Obi-wan Kenobi was actually a failed Initiate sent to the AgriCorps and was 14 years old! So he decided to make his former master as his apprentice instead.

Vader borrowed a starship from the Jedi Temple (with permission from the Council, got to play the part of an upholding Jedi) to go to the AgriCorps to retrieve his former master.

Yet, the moment when he “rescued” his former master from the AgriCorps, he had the dutiful teenaged self of Obi-wan Kenobi at his beck and call, making him froth with giddiness at the eagerness of this more malleable version of his former master.

Eventually that pliant and submissive version of Obi-wan Kenobi would bite Vader back when his padawan was of legal age.

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Vader and his padawan were in a duration long Council meeting discussing the commission of the creation of clones from orders of Master Sifo-Dyas to the Kaminoans on the planet Kamino which was occurring much earlier in this time period compared to the Sith’s, so that was why the Master-Padawan pair were the briefing with the Jedi Council.

However, glancing sideways at his dozing padawan, Vader abrupted the meeting to a halt to take Obi-wan to their quarters to go to bed for the night.

Obi-wan huffed from the treatment, but loved the caring touch of his Master and especially when Anakin brushed his lips against his forehead for a goodnight kiss, making the hormonal Padawan succumb easily to the whims of his Master.

Yet, Obi-wan couldn’t take how breathtakingly beautiful and loving, plus protective his Master was, so when he thought his Master was long gone back to the Council meeting, he stripped out of his undertunics to be laid bare on his bed and begun pumping his cock.

He imagined his Master taking his time, deflowering his Padawan and returning the inappropriate feelings for the 19 year old, spilling heavily into his hand. And of course, that was when his Master would return back to their quarters into his room because he was making sure Obi-wan was actually resting.

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Vader’s eyes darken when he sees his Padawan naked, cock spent, and white cum covering Obi-wan’s fists.

He shouldn’t indulge his Padawan, but maybe altering tactics to have this version of his former master as an apprentice as well as lover because he wasn’t able to take his Obi-wan Kenobi in his previous timeline would benefit him in the long run when he creates his Empire in this universe.

So delighting in a supple 19 year old version of his former master was what the Sith was contemplating to do.

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Obi-wan was about to conceal himself when he noticed his Master’s darken irises and tints of arousal leaking through their Training Bond.

“Master, I can explain!” said Obi-wan with a strained voice, trying to plead to his Master of the compromising position he was in.

“There is no need, Padawan mine. I can clearly see that you masturbated. But humor me and tell me who you were imagining was pleasuring you?” chuckled darkly by Anakin who closed the door behind him, locking the two in Obi-wan’s room.

Obi-wan whimpered while his cock twitched in interest that this was actually happening, “You, Master! I’m so sorry!”

Anakin’s eyes couldn’t get any darker from that delicious piece of information before he begun undressing himself and said drily, “No need to apologize, Obi. It happens to all Master-Padawan pairs. It’s called a ‘Padawan crush’ if I remember correctly.”

“But it’s not just a crush, Master!” retorted Obi-wan with a bit of a whine when his dick begun filling up with blood once more.

“Oh, and what would you say you feel for me, Obi dear?” purred lowly by Anakin once he was finally uncovered to his Padawan who was staring longingly at his Master with more than just lust.

“I love you, Master!” cried Obi-wan and by the time he uttered that declaration, his Master was on him in the bed, clashing their teeth together in a bruising kiss.

Obi-wan whimpered when their pricks touched one another and wanted his Master to fuck him so hard and so deep that he would feel the burn for weeks.

“I love you too, Padawan,” panted heavily by Anakin who soon latched to his Padawan’s exposed neckline, biting marks into his unblemished, freckled skin when Obi-wan unconsciously angled his head to the side.

“Master, may you please fuck me?” asked Obi-wan in a breathy tone, drunk on pleasure radiating between their bond.

Anakin removed his lips from Obi-wan’s clavicle, making the Padawan pout from the loss, to give a stern leer towards the 19 year old, “You are not ready for my cock, Padawan. I could hurt you.”

Obi-wan peered down towards his Master’s dick and the older of the two was right, he wasn’t prepared for that huge cock, but he wanted his Master so bad and having a virgin hole wasn’t going to stop him.

“I don’t care, Master. I want your cock inside me, and I want it now,” puffed out by Obi-wan who grabbed the lube bottle he stashed in his dresser drawer that was nearby the bed and handed it forcefully to his Master.

Anakin’s brows narrowed when he glowered at the bottle his Padawan gave him, “Why do you have lube and how did you obtain it, Padawan?”

“Are you really going to ask so many questions or are you going to kriff me, Master?” huffed Obi-wan who opened his legs way too naturally for Vader’s sake, but what was the Sith complaining about when his Padawan was offering his body, and so willingly might he add.

Anakin then lifted his Padawan’s legs to his unclad shoulders before diving into that puckered hole with his dexterous tongue.

“Master!” squawked Obi-wan who had tears pricking at his blue-green eyes from the euphoric treatment; he had thought his Master would fingerfuck him, but he wasn’t expecting a tongue in his ass. It was pure bliss.

“I want you to know who is in charge, Padawan,” sneered Anakin when he took a breather from rimming his Padawan’s hole.

“I’m sorry, Master! You’re in charge!” wailed Obi-wan when his Master returned to his ministrations and when he tried to reach for his dick, the elder Jedi swiftly cut him off with a glower that meant no touching and no coming until his say so, making the Padawan grip the bedsheets instead from the pleasure he was experiencing from his Master.

Before long, Anakin popped the lube cap open to coat his fingers with the liquid and pushed a digit inside along with his tongue.

Obi-wan keened from the stretch but soon relaxed somewhat when his Master’s other hand rubbed soothing circles into his barren hip bone.

Anakin worked his Padawan up to three fingers before he removed his fingers much to the aggravation of being empty from the 19 year old and then smeared his aching cock with the lubricant.

He settled Obi-wan down onto the bed to lie on his back before he leisurely pushed his dick inside the loosen hole of his Padawan, gripping his hips with each inch of his cock disappearing into his 19 year old student.

When they were finally flushed together, breathing in one another’s air, Obi-wan wrapped his arms around his Master’s neck and whispered against his lips, “Move, Master.”

Anakin started off slow, letting his Padawan adjust to having a cock in ass for the first time in his life before he rammed Obi-wan against the bed because now that he had his former master’s supple body in this time period, he wasn’t letting go due to being addicted to the moans, mewls, and cries that the younger was making which was downright scandalous and should be in a holo-porn fic if the Sith should say so himself.

Obi-wan was eventually given permission to come and it was phenomenal because it was the biggest orgasm he has ever had in his life. His Master soon followed after with a ginormous load of cum soaking up his hole.

Yet, what made his Master pull out immediately and jump to the fresher in a mad dash of sweaty limbs, coming back with bacta and a wet washcloth, was the blood trickling with the cum coming out of his ass.

“Shit! I’m so sorry, Padawan!” apologized Anakin who gingerly cleaned up the hot seed spilling out of Obi-wan’s ass before applying bacta into his hole with his other hand.

Obi-wan was still blissed out from his climax and said in a breathy voice, “It’s all good, Master. I’m glad it was you who took my virginity.”

Claiming that it was a trick of the bedroom light, Obi-wan could have sworn his Master’s azure eyes flashed yellow for a brief second, but he shook his head of the thought before his Master growled lowly, “Don’t joke about that, Padawan. I’ve told you I could hurt you and that is exactly what happened.”

Obi-wan sluggishly lifted himself up to a sitting position before embracing his Master, “This just shows you that I was always meant to be yours, Master. Your padawan and now hopefully, lover.”

Anakin sighed oppressively before he returned the hug with equal devotion and pressing his lips to his Padawan’s temple, “You are going to be the death of me, Padawan mine.”

Obi-wan smiled to himself; his Master reciprocated his feelings for him and made love to him, he couldn’t be happier.

Vader smirked to himself; now that his Padawan extended his supple body to satisfy his carnal urges, he won’t have any problems influencing this version of his former master to become his apprentice. All in due time for his reveal as a Sith to his malleable Padawan.

(Of course he hadn’t accounted for almost losing his Padawan to traffickers. Then the disclosure of being a Sith to Obi-wan coming to pass during the rescue and what followed after.)

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Obi-wan was in a dimly lit room with a single bulbed light hanging from a string, swinging back and forth in a pendulum motion.

He was kneeling naked on a carpeted floor, arms tied behind his back with an obi while his sight was blocked with a silk wrap tied around his head.

His cock was already dripping pre-cum and his Sith Master hasn’t even spoken yet, but had prepped him in his knelt position along with the various bindings constricting his hands and vision.

Obi-wan knew that Vader (as the Sith was actually called eventually unveiled a few days later after the traffickers’ incident) was in the room with him because the bond they still had was alive, active, and teeming with ecstaticity for the day was finally here for the freshly Knighted Jedi to become a Sith apprentice as he circled the younger of the two with a predatory intention that made the 21 year old bite his bottom lip in anticipation of what was about to come.

“Cite the first line of the Sith Code,” echoed Vader’s voice in the secluded room to his apprentice.

Obi-wan inhaled before he exhaled, “Peace is a life. There is only Passion.”

Obi-wan couldn’t see his Master, but knew he nodded his head in approval and before he was going to speak the second line of Sith Code, he felt a phantom presence prod at his hole, causing the auburn-haired young man to lean forward to cant his ass up in the air with a muffled whimper.

“Second line, apprentice,” commanded Vader.

“Through Passion, I gain Strength,” breathed out by Obi-wan before he felt another phantom sensation around his neck, lightly giving pressure.

“Third line,” ordered Vader.

“Through Strength, I gain Power!” keened Obi-wan when he felt the Force vibrating in his ass.

“Fourth,” grated out by Vader.

“Through Power, I gain Victory!” cried Obi-wan when he was in the verge of orgasm but was denied from a Force hold on his weeping cock.

“Finish it!” snarled out by Vader.

“Through Victory my chains are Broken! The Force shall free me!” snappily said by Obi-wan before all the Force presence was lifted from his body, leaving him empty-filling until he was flooded with the Dark Side of the Force from his Master’s side of the Bond.

Obi-wan thought he would drown from the onslaught, but his Master rescued him and after a beat, he slumped forward, drained from the transformation.

Sweaty and flushed, he didn’t register his Master removing his bindings and murmuring praises into his drenched, auburn hair.

Obi-wan then went to his hands and knees, presenting his ass to his awaiting Sith Master to claim, and with one swift maneuver from the older of the two, they were humping like two vulptexes during mating season.

Before long the fucking became frantic, causing Vader to flip his apprentice to his back to see his newly minted golden irises and when he gazed in cherishment for the change, climaxed so tremendously it made Obi-wan trail behind with a high pitched keening noise.

“Fuck! You’re transcendent, Obi-wan! I love you, my darling apprentice!” said Anakin who kissed his apprentice with such adoration that left the younger breathless and clambering for more.

“Thank you, Master. I love you too. And I’ll follow you anywhere you ask me to and service you in any way,” muttered Obi-wan as he nuzzled against his Master’s neck.

Vader truly loved his apprentice and with him by his side as now an equal, the Empire could come to fruition under their rule.

The Sith crushed the single bulb with the Force and all that could be seen were the golden irises of two Sith in the isolated room before they savored one another’s bodies multiple times throughout the night because tomorrow was the dawning of a new era of Vader and his apprentice, Obi-wan Kenobi.