Untitled, part 10

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Untitled, Part 10

Author: emmagrant01

Rating: NC-17

Summary: More Ani & Ferus

Warnings: slash, chan

Disclaimer: All hail Lucas. Not my characters. No money made here.

Feedback: Yes, and you know I mean it! Really! Help me polish this.



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At that moment Anakin became distinctly aware of an erection pressing into his groin. He released Ferus and rolled off of him quickly, watching with a mixture of surprise and amusement as Ferus sat up and pressed his head between his raised knees. An awkward silence stretched between them.

"I'm sorry," Anakin said at last. "I didn't realize... or I wouldn't have held you down like that." Liar, he chastised himself immediately. He was already regretting moving away so quickly. His own penis had become half hard just thinking about the fact that wrestling like that had aroused the other boy. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about."

Ferus snorted at that, eyes still fixed on the ground between his feet. "No? Why not?"

"It happens to me all the time," Anakin offered. He moved to sit beside Ferus and nudged him with his shoulder companionably. "Sometimes at the worst possible moments."

Ferus glanced at him tentatively. "That was a pretty bad moment."

Anakin grinned. "I can beat that. My master and I were witnesses at a treaty signing on T'polan 4 about a year ago. When we arrived, we immediately realized that everyone at the ceremony, except for us, was completely naked."

Ferus' eyes widened. "Really? I take it they were humanoid?"

"Oooh, yes. Very. And to seal the agreement, the two very beautiful rulers of the opposing planets had sex on the ceremonial platform, right in front of where we were sitting."

Ferus was gaping now. "Did you know that was going to happen?"

Anakin shook his head. "We had no idea. Apparently it was a part of their tradition that someone had neglected to mention to us before. The nudity was bad enough, but when those two women started kissing and touching each other... I got a raging hard-on instantly." He grinned at Ferus, noting the strange smile on the older boy's face. "And I don't think I was the only one. I have never seen Obi-Wan look so uncomfortable in my entire apprenticeship. I don't think he liked having to watch a sex act, in public, sitting next to his 16-year-old padawan."

"What happened?"

"Well, one of them -- I think she had long reddish hair -- got on her knees and--"

"No, I mean... what did you do?" Ferus was blushing furiously now, much to Anakin's delight.

"What did I do?" Anakin slid one arm around Ferus, resting his hand on the ground behind the padawan, brushing against his back in the process. "Well... I slid my hand into my leggings, under my robe so no one could see." Ferus was chewing his lower lip almost anxiously. Anakin leaned a little closer and whispered, "Then I jerked off, nice and slow, right there on the stage, watching the Queen of T'polan 4 eat out the Queen of T'polan 5." Ferus' breathing had become slightly erratic. Anakin leaned in until his lips brushed his ear. "And I came when she did." He sat back, watching the other padawan's face.

Ferus blinked and swallowed before turning to look at Anakin, wide-eyed. "You really did that?"

Anakin broke into a grin. "Fuck no! Of course not!"

Ferus gasped and swatted at Anakin's arm. "You are such a... I thought you were serious!"

"Well, I thought about it. Wouldn't you? And I did as soon as I got back to my own room, replaying that scene in my mind over and over..." He stuck his tongue out slightly and rolled his eyes back in his head. Ferus laughed again, pushing Anakin's torso away teasingly. Anakin caught his hands and pushed back, pressing Ferus onto his back with surprising ease.

"So, you see," Anakin said softly, "that was really a bad time to have a hard-on."

"But... it's not the same. Nobody knew about it at the time." Ferus smiled up at him in a way Anakin thought could be perceived as inviting.

He stretched out on his side next to Ferus, propping his head up on his hand. "Well, my master sure as hell knew. That's not what made it bad, though. It was a bad time because I couldn't do anything about it. I just had to sit there and watch two people having sex, while I got more and more aroused. My cock was aching and there wasn't a fucking thing I could do but sit there and pretend to just observe, serene and dignified. It was awful!" He picked a few stray blades of grass off of Ferus' chest. The boy shivered slightly at the contact. Anakin smiled slyly. "Your situation is not like that at all."

Ferus took a shaky breath but did not look away. "What is my situation like, then?"

"You can do something about it... if you want to." Anakin leaned down close enough to almost brush his lips against Ferus'. "All you have to do is ask, you know."

Ferus swallowed hard and closed his eyes. "What exactly do you want me to ask?" His voice was barely a whisper.

"What do you want to do?" Anakin whispered back, struggling not to give in to the temptation to just take that mouth.

"I... I don't know."

Anakin sighed and rolled onto his back. "Well, when you decide, let me know." He was not going to make the first move. He had all but thrown himself at the other boy, and he would not let himself be manipulated into a situation where Ferus could blame him for anything that happened between them. If Ferus wanted it, he would have to ask for it.

"Ani..." a tentative voice by his ear whispered. He smiled at his childhood nickname being used in so intimate a manner. Very few people were permitted to call him that, and until now, Ferus had not been on that very short list. He turned his head towards Ferus to find himself nose-to-nose with the other boy, who'd rolled on his side. He said nothing in response but raised his eyebrows slightly. Ferus traced Anakin's lips with his fingertips, staring intently. Anakin waited, trying to calm his suddenly pounding heart, trying to resist the impulse to open his mouth and draw one of those fingers inside.

Ferus hesitated a moment longer, and then kissed him. It was quite a sweet kiss, with none of the frantic tongue-tangling that Anakin was accustomed to experiencing in the dark corners of sex clubs. It was slow and gentle, with only a slight hint of passion underneath it. Ferus pulled away, keeping his eyes closed for several more seconds. He flopped onto his back and stared up at the sky. "That was interesting."

Anakin laughed. "Interesting? What was so interesting about it?"

Ferus grinned. "I thought you'd be a better kisser than that."

"Oh, really?" Anakin laughed. "I was just letting you kiss me, you know. I didn't even try to kiss back."

Ferus clicked his tongue in amusement. "Excuses, excuses. Really, Ani, I was expecting fireworks or something, after the way you've been talking."

"After the way...? What do you mean?" Anakin rolled onto his side so that he was looking down at Ferus one more.

"Oh, that you have all this experience. I'm starting to think that it's just talk." He smiled wryly.

Oh, a challenge! Anakin thought. He watched Ferus' face for a moment to be certain -- he had a habit of rushing into things without thinking about them very much, and this would be a bad time to read someone incorrectly.

"Just talk, eh? Are you asking for a demonstration of my superior kissing abilities?"

"Superior!" Ferus snorted, but his eyes sparkled. "I doubt that."

"Perhaps it would be a waste of effort. You've nothing to compare it to, so you probably wouldn't even know how good I am."

"If it's that good, then I think I would know."

Anakin paused, considering. "Are you certain you want to experience this? People have fallen hopelessly in love with me after one kiss, you know. It's quite dangerous."

Ferus laughed. "You are so full of shit!"

Anakin had never heard Ferus swear before. It made him smile. "And you're fucking naive. You've never had a real kiss and you know it."

"Then maybe you should shut up and give me a real kiss instead of talking about it!"

"You want me to kiss you?"

"Yes, I want you to kiss me."

"All right, then." You asked for it.

Anakin gently traced Ferus' jaw with one finger, following the movement with his eyes before leaning down and pressing his lips against his cheekbone lightly. Then he kissed the corner of his mouth, then his chin, then the tip of his nose. He hovered millimeters above Ferus' lips, as close as he could bear without touching.

"Open your eyes," he whispered. Ferus complied, and Anakin held his gaze as he brushed his lips lightly, teasingly, against the slightly parted ones beneath him. He waited until he heard a small whimper escape from those lips, and then he relented, pressing his mouth onto Ferus' softly. He teased those lips apart with his tongue and explored the warm mouth beneath him as slowly as he could bear. Ferus melted into the kiss, moaning into Anakin's mouth, sliding his arms around his back and pulling him down on top of him. Anakin gave himself over to the experience then, pouring his pent-up sexual frustration into the other boy, gentleness becoming barely-restrained passion in the blink of an eye. He was hard now, and felt a strong urge to grind himself against Ferus. It wouldn't take much at this point -- just a little friction. He needed the release, he really did...

Ferus pushed his shoulders with his hands and Anakin pulled out of the kiss abruptly, shocked at how aroused he had become. Ferus was breathing heavily, and had a panicked look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I... that was moving too fast. I'm sorry."

Anakin sat up, away from temptation, regaining control over his body with every breath. "Yeah... sorry. I got carried away."

"You were right," Ferus said softly. "That was amazing. I had no idea."

Anakin smiled. "Another minute and it would have been even more amazing."

Ferus frowned slightly. "What are you talking about?" Anakin grinned and glanced down at his own tented leggings. Ferus' eyes widened. "You almost... just from kissing me?"

Anakin made a gesture that was a universal sign for male masturbation. "Well, it would have taken a little more than just kissing, but..."

Ferus sat up, mildly disturbed. "Anakin, maybe we shouldn't... Kissing is one thing, but that's something else altogether."

Anakin forced himself to pause and choose his words carefully. "Is it any different than you going back to your room after kissing me and jerking off?"

Ferus didn't even blink. "Yes! There's another person involved. That makes it sex, and that's forbidden!" He climbed to his feet unsteadily.

Anakin grimaced. Fuck.

Ferus narrowed his gaze. "You disagree?"

Anakin sighed heavily. Did he really want to have this conversation with the Perfect Padawan? "Yes, I disagree," he said after a long pause. "The Code forbids attachment, but says nothing about sex."

"But sex leads to attachment."

"No, not necessarily."

"How would you know?"

Anakin clamped his mouth shut and looked away. Ferus inhaled sharply and sank to his knees in front of him.

"You...?" Apparently he couldn't even say the words.

Anakin stared at him. No one else knew about his extra-curricular activities. Ferus was the last person to whom he ever would have considered confessing. He exemplified Anakin's definition of a straight-laced, traditional Jedi.

Then again, he would have said the same of his master until a few days ago. Still, this was not the time for this conversation. It would only alienate Ferus at this point, and that would accomplish nothing. Anakin knew he was right, but he also knew that he was probably alone in his opinion.

If I want to get into his pants, I'm going to have to keep my opinions to myself for the time being.

He looked up to see Ferus staring at him intently, trying to read his expression. Anakin wasn't sure what to say. He never lied, not to anyone. He certainly omitted pertinent details on many occasions. Perhaps that was the best course of action now.

"Ferus, I-"

The wave slapped against his brain, almost tickling the base of his skull. He leapt to his feet, hand on the hilt of his lightsaber, senses directed outwards. He could feel Ferus doing the same, reaching out to entwine his awareness with Anakin's, strengthening it in some places and altering it slightly in others. It was a strange sensation, and a small part of Anakin's brain that seemed always to be reserved for metacognition noted that he'd never felt anything like that before with anyone other than Obi-Wan.

They crept towards the perimeter of the embassy grounds, each knowing what the other was planning so clearly that no words were needed. There was now a strangely heavy sense of impending danger pressing on the Jedi, almost deafening in its intensity. They drew closer to a small power station, no larger than a halik loader droid. A muffled sound, almost like crying, could be heard coming from the far side of the station housing.

The boys split up and approached the station from two directions. The sense of danger was so loud in Anakin's head that it was nearly distorting his vision. He felt a concerned query from Ferus, but brushed it aside. At an unspoken signal, they ignited their sabers and burst around the back of the station.

A young woman was lying crumpled on the ground, obviously injured, possibly beaten. She whimpered slightly and drew away at the sight of the Jedi. The extinguished their sabers after glancing around to see that they were alone, and dropped to the ground by the woman's side.

"We will help you. Don't be afraid. What happened?" Ferus took charge immediately. Anakin could not shake the darkness from his brain and could only stare at the woman, dazed. She was younger than she had first appeared, perhaps 18, with a long dark braid of hair trailing down her back. Her delicate face was bruised badly, and her clothes were torn in patterns that seemed familiar to Anakin. He stared into her liquid brown eyes steadily, his vision becoming hazy. He stumbled slightly.

"Anakin?" Ferus asked, turning to him. "What is it?"

Neither of them saw the woman pull a small device from beneath her clothes. They only felt a short burst of energy, and then, nothing.

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TBC tomorrow