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Obi Wan's eyes fluttered open. There was a strange metallic taste in his mouth and his head was throbbing mercilessly. The cuts on his body were bleeding and his lightsaber was nowhere to be seen. The last thing he remembered was having a drink in a local pub on Tatooine when several stormtroopers rushed in.
Nothing after that.
The door opened abruptly, and the distant footsteps got closer.
“Lord Vader would like to see you.”
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Vader’s quarters were never luxuriously decorated. A king-sized bed and a large but somewhat empty bathroom took the most personal space. His study and office were cluttered with holo pads and miscellaneous necessities.
His eyes lingered on the Death Star plan, studying it with great interest. Memories flooded back into his head, and every part of him hurt like it was on fire. He clenched his fist as inflamed thoughts filled his mind, nails digging into his palm.
This was all his fault, Vader thought bitterly.
He killed her and turned me into the horrifying creature I am now.
The door opened with a buzz. Two stormtroopers walked in with the prisoner the Sith lord had asked for, cleaned and dressed with his hands cuffed at the front. One of them kicked him behind his knees, forcing him to kneel.
Vader waved his gloved hand in dismissal, and the two troopers left the room, the door shutting behind them.
“Long time no see, Master,” Vader jeered, finally turning around to see Obi-Wan’s familiar face.
“You haven’t changed a bit.”
“Darth Vader…” Obi-Wan gritted his teeth. The man standing before him was no longer his former apprentice. Corrupted by the Dark Side, the deep blue eyes Vader had turned orange under the strong influence of evil.
“You're still as arrogant as before.”
“Watch your mouth,” Vader walked over to the older man and replied with a smile, though his golden eyes were colder than ever.
“I’d hate to take away your angelic voice. After all, I do want to hear you scream when I…kill you.”
“You bastard-”
“What did I say?” Vader asked knowingly as he raised his hand and closed his fist with a smirk. Suddenly Obi-Wan found himself clawing at his own neck, unable to breathe.
Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan tried to reach out into the Force, but for the first time, it didn’t reach back. When Vader finally let him go, Obi-Wan collapsed to the floor, breathless and panting for air, his hand rubbing at the bruises on his neck caused by the imaginary grip.
Vader took off his right glove, revealing a well made durasteel arm. He ran his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair and pulled hard, which made his head jerk upwards.
“Were you training Luke in secret? Maybe I should…pay him a visit on Tatooine, hmm?” Vader leaned in and whispered into his ear.
“Horrible place to hide him, don’t you think?”
Obi-Wan stiffened.
Vader ripped open Obi-Wan’s tunic with a feral glint in his eyes, every violating touch sent shivers down his spine.
“Why are you doing this?” Obi-Wan could feel tears pricking at his eyes, but he wasn’t going to let them fall.
Maybe there was still a chance for Vader to come back to the light…
“Please Anakin, I know there’s still good in you.”
His words were rewarded with a hard slap across the face. The numbing sensation had spread quickly, it took him a while to realize that his lip was bleeding. He hit the floor before he can even realize, his legs crumbling beneath him. Blood roared in his ears, his vision became blurry. He didn’t know how he could’ve gotten so weak.
“Just who the fuck do you think you are, Kenobi? You think you can walk around like that, calling me whatever you want?” Vader fumed, one of his hands gripped Obi-Wan’s hair tightly.
“I suggest you mind your tongue before I remove it for you. This is my last warning,” He threatened.
The visible defiance in Obi-Wan’s eyes seemed to anger Vader even further. Hurting him wasn’t enough anymore, he wanted to ruin his former master, to corrupt his innocent, untouched body. By the time he’s done, Obi-Wan Kenobi will submit to him. Willingly.
“That would be a shame though,” He laughed softly at his own words.
“We could do so many things with it.”
It only took Obi-Wan a second to realize what Vader meant. His eyes widened in terror as he strained against his handcuffs.
“No, please...”
Vader gripped his hair roughly with one of his hands and undid his pants with the other.
“Not so tough now, are we?” He laughed coldly.
“Open wide.”
Tears pricked at Obi-Wan’s eyes as Vader pushed his cock into his mouth, choking and gagging.
This can’t be real.
It can’t.
“Is that all you can do for me, dear?” Vader wiped away Obi-Wan’s tear with his thumb, his voice dripped with sarcasm.
“I’m sure you can be so much better than that...”
Vader’s fingers weaved into Obi-Wan’s hair and fucked into his throat. He felt tears spilling down his cheeks as his cries were muffled, the cold metal of his cuffs bit into his skin sharply with each shudder.
“Does it feel good to break your holy bullshit vow of chastity?” Vader taunted and pulled his wet cock out of Obi-Wan’s mouth, who was sputtering and coughing painfully from Vader’s length. A string of saliva connected the tip with his swollen lips.
“You love this, don’t you?” Obi-Wan shook his head violently, his eyes still wide from shock.
“Don’t lie to me, whore.” Vader grabbed his chin forcefully, his foot prying his clenched thighs apart. Obi-Wan responded with a small whimper when the Sith’s foot touched his already throbbing crotch. Precum leaked over the tip, drenching the rough fabric a shade darker.
“I’m inside your head right now. I can see all your filthy thoughts,” He growled. Every cry that came out of his master’s mouth made him more excited than ever, as if he was a predator, getting ready to kill. The fear and lust in Obi-Wan’s blue-grey eyes were undeniable, and it made Vader almost satisfied to see the once well respected Jedi master kneeling at his feet.
“I know you want me, angel. Your cock gets hard everytime you think of me ripping off your clothes and fucking you like the slut you are,” Vader whispered, stepping on Obi-Wan’s erection. He moaned with desperation as his hip jerked needily at his words, just as Vader hoped.
“You really do want it in you that bad, huh?”
“No, please…” Obi-Wan begged, his bottom lip trembled uncontrollably.
“I told you not to lie, Kenobi.” Vader tilted his head. A sadistic smile spread across his lips, his voice sweet yet dangerous.
“We’ll do it the hard way then.”
Vader tossed Obi-Wan onto his king-sized bed with ease and cuffed his hands above his head, his begs music to the Sith’s ears. Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut as Vader dragged his pants and underwear off, fingers rubbing at Obi-Wan’s already hard cock. Every inch of his body was being violated, touched, and used by his own padawan and there was nothing he could do to stop him.
“No…” Teardrops slid down the sides of Obi-Wan’s face. His thighs pressed together tightly almost in a defensive way. A strange feeling spread throughout his body, corrupting him with a warmth he never felt before in his life.
Vader stared back at Obi-Wan cooly, his golden eyes emotionless and cruel.
“Behave,” He murmured underneath his breath, prying the Jedi’s legs open.
His own exposed body was covered in goosebumps, every touch from Vader was a kiss from winter herself, alluring and tempting, but cold all the same. Obi-Wan gripped the black satin sheets, his breathing became heavier with every stroke, rutting against his former padawan’s palm. He told himself that this wasn’t what he wanted, but his body said otherwise. Lust burned at his core like a ball of unextinguished fire, and Obi-Wan finally gave in.
“Please…” Obi-Wan gasped again weakly, attempting to keep himself from coming, his face flushed from the embarrassment. The burning sensation in his abdomen was almost unbearable by then. White fluid surged onto his stomach, and he can feel his own legs trembling in Vader’s grasps. His half-hard cock twitched, still dripping from the violent orgasm. Obi-Wan’s head spun, a sense of pleasure washed over him like a hallucination. He couldn’t think for a minute, his mind blank, unable to process everything.
“Kriff.” Vader licked his lips slowly, his eyes traveled up and down Obi-Wan’s body, taking in every inch of him. He wasn’t like any of the others he had slept with. Obi-Wan was like a piece of newly discovered land, waiting to be conquered and taken.
He was perfect. Too perfect.
Vader slowly unclipped his cape and took off his uniform slowly, well aware of Obi-Wan’s needy gaze on him. A feral growl left his throat, wild and untamed.
“I love it when you beg.”
Vader stuck two fingers in his mouth to wet them before rubbing the rim of Obi-Wan’s untouched entrance. Numbness snaked up his spine at the touch and a strange feeling of euphoria hit him again, this time stronger. Vader thrusted his fingers into him, overstimulating the prostate with every pump. A desperate scream clawed its way out of Obi-Wan’s throat as he was stretched out slowly, his cuffs rattled and sliced deeper into his flesh.
“Stop-” Obi-Wan pleaded between cries and ragged breaths uselessly. Vader stopped and glared at him with that pair of smoldering golden eyes that made the older man’s heart skip a beat.
“What did you say?” He pulled his fingers out.
Obi-Wan did not dare to reply.
Vader grabbed a bottle of lube and rubbed it along his length, his eyes never left the widespread legs in front of him. There was a lump in his throat, and he suddenly felt overwhelmed by a sense of guilt. There was a moment when Vader questioned himself if it was the right thing to do. There was something in his former Master’s gaze that made his heart ache, just like so many years ago.
When he was still Anakin.
Vader gritted his teeth and tossed his thought out of his mind. He was not Anakin. Anakin was weak, unlike him. He thrusted into Obi-Wan harshly, as if that can wipe away the existence of his past, as if fucking his Master harder would make him forget everything.
A silent scream passed Obi-Wan’s lips. The white hot pain that shot up his pelvis was so excruciating he found himself unable to breathe for seconds as his innocence slips away. Then came the tears, flooding and running down his face in streams and rivers.
“You’re…Hurting me-” Obi-Wan did nothing to hide his sobs, not that he could.
“You deserve this, Kenobi,” Vader snarled, gripping his thighs tightly and thrusting harder with every word. He could feel Obi-Wan’s walls clenching around his cock, obscene moans escaped his throat uncontrollably.
“You killed Padme, and you turned me into this monster. This was all your fault.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
Obi-Wan couldn’t think. His half-closed eyes lingered on the figure above him in lust, cries of both pain and pleasure ripped from his throat like crashing waves. Come dripped onto his abdomen from his flushed cock for the second time as he felt himself getting closer to another climax.
“But you’re now mine,” Vader murmurs hungrily.
“All mine.”
Of course.
He wanted to make a snarky remark, but the only thing that came out was a jumble of moans and curses that would have had old Mace Windu rolling in his grave.
Vader exhales through his teeth and thrusted faster again, abusing his hole and hitting that sweet spot over and over again until Obi-Wan came all over himself for the third and the last time, collapsing in a whining mess and moaning Vader’s title shakily.
But instead of slowing down, he kept going faster this time. Vader bit down on his bottom lip and cringed. Bolts of electricity shot up his body, and then the tightly coiled spring inside of him seemed to be released. Warm liquid filled Obi-Wan with a gush, and it took him longer than expected to realize what it was.
“I made you feel so good you forgot about your vow, is that right, Master?” Vader smirked and pulled Obi-Wan by his open tunic into a sitting position. The older man winced and sat in his lap, cum dripped out of him and spilled everywhere on the perfect black sheets.
“I knew you would enjoy it.”
Obi-Wan didn’t know what to say. He did like it, and it made him feel ashamed for wanting the moment to last. While wanting to strangle Vader for violating him, Obi-Wan wanted him to do it again, and again, and again after that.
The handcuffs loosened with a light click, and Vader slipped Obi-Wan’s bloody wrists out almost gently before placing them in his lap.
“Hmm…” His durasteel hand traced his master’s old scars on his sternum slowly, teasing his rosy nipples while locking gazes with him.
“Does it still hurt?”
“I…Just a bit…” Obi-Wan was not used to the tenderness in Vader’s words and actions, though the small touch of sympathy made him blush, just like so many years ago.
When he was still Anakin.
Obi-Wan’s nipples erected under the rough, cold tip of Vader’s thumb, forcing another groan out of him.
“Anakin…”
“Don’t call me that,” Vader whispered menacingly, the coldness in his golden eyes returned as if on cue. His cold durasteel hand rested on Obi-Wan’s waist with a certain hostility he couldn’t lay his finger on.
“Anakin is dead. He’s not coming back, Obi-Wan.”
“No.” Obi-Wan’s hand gripped Vader’s, his blue eyes glittered with determination under the light.
“It’s not too late-.”
“It is for me.” Obi-Wan thought he heard a hint of warmth in his voice. Vader released him and dressed himself again in a hurry. The scars on his back disappeared under the dark fabric of his imperial uniform. He pulled the covers over Obi-Wan’s bare body and wiped his still bleeding lip with a gloved hand.
“I have a meeting to attend. A maid will take you to your room and help you settle in. I hope I’ll see you at dinner tonight,” He said calmly before walking out, cape swirling behind him as if nothing had happened between them.
The door opened again after four or five minutes. A young Togruta girl entered, only about 16 or 17 years old. Obi-Wan couldn’t recall her name. Was it Lilith? The looks of her reminded Obi-Wan strangely of an old friend from the Clone Wars. The thought of her reminded him of pleasant, bittersweet memories. Memories before Order 66, before the Empire, and before Vader.
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