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Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

Obi-Wan was - tired. In fact, he was exhausted, and without the Force to garner a little extra strength, his mind was almost hazy - he only became aware of Anakin's approach moments before the arms secured around him. It was a bizarre sensation Jedi weren't forbidden to touch, but Obi-Wan had always been distant, only ever touched others to shake hands during formal meetings, or would rarely place a gentle hand on Anakin's shoulder for comfort - but those times were few and far between, and save for sparing embraces when Anakin had been a child in need of comfort, the two men had rarely touched. To be pulled back into his former Padawan's arms was strange, and particularly with the words that accompanied the touch. Obi-Wan stiffened visibly he didn't fight the embrace, but he didn't respond to it either so unused to touch that didn't come from combat, the Jedi Knight seemed completely unsure of how to react to it. For that long moment, he could feel the heat of Anakin's chest through the material of the robes, could feel his heart throbbing, could feel his breath across his ear, enough that Obi-Wan almost had to duck his head as the air brushed across his neck. Obi-Wan felt his own heart jump he ignored it. You've lost yourself, Anakin. Obi-Wan replied, and he felt Anakin pull away then, a jerky movement as the younger man stalked the room, like a wild cat all over again. The Force lives on, as does the Jedi code - there is no aggressive opposition to the Empire out of fear those who oppose it are being eradicated, you must see this - all of the death and destruction that has paved the path to the empire's ruling isn't for the greater good - it's to ensure unquestioning, frightened obedience. His eyes moved back to the sunlight, If I am alone in this, then I will continue to resist alone. Obi-Wan said simply, but the tone of his voice indicated he wasn't particularly convinced he was alone - even with so many Jedi gone, there would be others who opposed the Empire. There would be so many more, and they would only grow in number as years passed.
Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

Anakin had always known of his master's coldness, his inability to express emotion and ofcourse his adversion to touch. It was part of what had drew him to Padme when he met up with her once again. Padme, who lavished love and affection upon a boy who was dearly starved of it. It was no wonder he'd fallen for her and begun a love affair that had been destined to end in tragedy from the moment it began. It seemed Anakin was forcing Obi-wan to stay with him and he showed no signs of remorse for this. He feared being alone, his fear fueled his uncertaintly and anger...the list of dark emotions ran on and on. Least of all...lust. It soon became apperent that he was growing tired of the hopeful drivel that his master was spewing. It was blasphemy against the Emperor, his new master and he wouldn't allow it. In his own warped mind, he had already justified the means towards this end. He didn't want to rationalize it on different terms. In a different light, it made him a murderer instead of a hero. His pride and conscience couldn't bear that burden. Silence! His voice seemed to shake the very walls of the building again. He wasn't controlling the raw enegery building up inside of him, which caused it to leak out and cause damage. A crack appeared in glass window where Obi-wan stared out into the warm skies. A bird with clipped wings. How appropriate. I don't care if I lose myself, so long as I don't lose those I love. His voice calmed slightly, drawing back to sit on the recently occupied bed. I meant what I said before. Don't speak of the jedi, the code, or anything else related to your old life. I don't want to hear about it. Everyone is dead and gone. Get over it. If you insist on disobeying me then I will be forced to employ punishment. I can make your life much worse, I am veing extremely kind to you right now out of our friendship.
Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

Obi-Wan watched a vein appear in the glass in front of him, cracked from Anakin's fury, from his loss of control, from his rage - Anakin was standing on a ledge, prepared to leap from it, to tumble down into an endless abyss. After what his former apprentice had done, he had thought the boy he had once known would be completely lost - but no, there were signs of him still, an indication that Anakin Skywalker could still be retrieved from the darkness. He inspected the glass for a moment, almost thoughtfully, and traced a long, calloused finger against the fracture. The skyline of Coruscant looked back at him, a world continuing on, but now with a shadow cast over it. The Empire has already led to the death of many that you love. Obi-Wan replied softly, knowing he was enraging Anakin, knowing all too well that he would pay for it, yet unable to find it in himself to care, Every Jedi Knight you grew up with, Master Jinn, Kolar, Windu, the younglings. All of them, casualties of the Empire, casualties of a system that destroys everyone in its path. His back still turned away, he was unmoving for a long moment, then he spoke again, There is no physical pain you can cause me that will outweigh what has already been done. Obi-Wan replied, voice calm, almost as though he were in meditation.
Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

The calmer Obi-wan became, the angrier Anakin seemed to become. As his temper rose, the reddish cracks in his eyes widened, drowning out the sickly yellow color. He began to pace back and force, a dangerous and sleek jungle cat getting ready to pounce on his prey. Masters, apprentices, younglings...it doens't matter anymore. Weren't you the one always preaching that the past belongs behind us? He snapped, flinging his arm out in Obi-wan's direction and as he did so an invisible hand grabbed the jedi master by his throat, lifting him up off of the ground and tossing him in the direction of the bed. A split second later the blonde sith lord was crouching overtop of him, glaring down into those green eyes. You've always said I feel too much. Well, if that is true then you feel too little. All I have ever wanted, all I ever needed was something you never gave freely. No matter how hard I tried, no matter how I grew and mastered what you taught, it was never enough. Do you know how maddening that was? His hands gripped Obi-wan by the wrists, pinning him forcefully to the bed. Every muscle in his body was taut and strained, his eyes glazed somewhere between insanity and rage. If you refuse to listen to me, then I will just have to begin your training a bit early, my apprentice. He took great pleasure in calling Obi-wan his student, that much could be gleamed from the grin on his face. I have a new code for you to learn and you will recite it until you commit to memory. This brought memories of long ago when his master had made him recite the jedi code over and over again until he had commited it to memory. Peace is a lie , there is only passion . He switched both wrists into one hand, using his freed hand to yank open the black cloak Obi-wan wore, sliding his hand down his chest, making no secret of his current motive. Through passion , I gain strength . Their lips were now mere inches apart. Through strength , I gain power . Through power I gain victoryi. Through victory my chains are broken . The force shall set me free . Repeat it. Ofcourse he wasn't really expecting Obi-wan to obey.
Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

He hadn't turned, but he could hear Anakin behind him, his footsteps shifting back and forth - normally the younger man stepped too silently, but the heaviness of the heel strike told Obi-Wan that the rage was building in his former apprentice. Obi-Wan felt no fear, he didn't tense the way a man should when faced with imminent death - he simply stood there in silence as though it was back to a time when Anakin was his padawan and he was patiently waiting for his apprentice to complete some part of his training. The past belongs behind us, Obi-Wan agreed, But that doesn't mean it should be forgotten. Suddenly there was restriction in his breathing brute strength clamped down around his neck and he found himself sprawled out on the wide bed. He immediately tried to get up, but Anakin was on top of him, glowering down at him, eyes filled with crimson rage and his beautiful face twisted with something horrible. Hands like steel bars clamped over his wrists, held them down, and Obi-Wan stared up at Anakin, honest surprise showing in green eyes when his robes were wrenched open, baring his upper torso. A hand slipped down his skin, strange and foreign, and Obi-Wan told himself it was simply Anakin's attempt to make his current weakness more apparent - this was, surely, just a build up to violence. It was inevitable, given what had been done to every other Jedi the Empire had encountered - though, most of them had died quickly. There was some small relief in that knowledge. There was no pause after Anakin's demand, not even a moment where he considered repeating the Sith code. There is no emotion, there is peace. Obi-Wan said loyally, pressing back against the sheets to put just a little more space between them, his eyes still on Anakin's, There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

Anakin's lips quirked into a wide and dangerous smile, almost as if he'd been expecting this little act of defiance. Obi-wan just wouldn't be himself if he gave in so easily. It's what made things interesting. His free handslid up, pressing a finger to his apprentice's mouth, feeling the prickliness of his beard. He decided that would have to go, without it the jedi would look so much younger. That oath is extinct, apprentice. It is full of lies and hypocracy. His eyes were twinkling eerily with devilish intent. Obi-wan could be as defiant as he wanted to be, Anakin didn't mind if this particular learning session was drawn out all day and night because he could indulge himself in leaning Kenobi's very lean and fit body. You're beautiful Obi-wan, no matter how you try to hide it under that beard. I have desired you ever since I was old enough to know what that meant. You have been my brother and my father, but I would have you be my lover. If you insist on spouting lies....then I will do what I have to, to set you on the right path. He heaved a mocking sigh, acting as if he were getting ready to do a chore. Wordlessly his head dropped and his lips wasted no time seeking out Obi-wan's, his hand raising to hold his former master's by the chin, holding him in place for the long, passionate and drugging kisses that followed. If General Kenobi was ice, then Anakin surely was fire, scorching and claiming with his mouth. His tongue delicately prying the jedi's lips apart, dipping leisurely into that warm cavern and claiming it as vigorously as he had his mouth. Atlast he pulled away for a breath of air, grinning down at what was surely a very shocked and flsutered apprentice. You never even knew how I've longed for you. I love you. I would give my life for you, I would do anything for you. He loved Padme as well, but she was gone and though he still mourned her, he had pressing matters to attend to. His hand loosened it's grip on Obi-wan's chin and slid down the bare plains of his chest, taking a detour to pinch one of his nipples. Recite the correct oath and I will cease touching you. I certainly hope you are feeling up to your usual stubborn self today...
Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

Even pinned, powerless, weaponless, and with Anakin's hands on him, Obi-Wan Kenobi was resolute he saw the cold smile that was crawling across the younger man's face but he continued on despite knowing he seemed to be encouraging something awful in Skywalker. There is no passion, there is serenity. Obi-Wan continued, until a finger pressed to his lips to silence him, and he watched the other man, his expression peaceful while Anakin's was something dark humoured - and it remained peaceful, up until the point Anakin began to speak again. Slowly, something like puzzlement crossed the Jedi Master's face Kenobi had always been a man of intellect and rationale, but in regards to the delicate matter of other people's emotions, he had never been terribly perceptive. He had, of course, always been aware of the close bond between him and his former apprentice, aware of the friendship that had blossomed over the years and the strange connection that had developed, as it always did between apprentice and master. But the sudden proclamation of desire - something that the Jedi Code had always warned padwan and masters alike about - was cause for Obi-Wan's brows to climb high his lips parted very slightly in his astonishment, which turned out to be a mistake on his part as Anakin suddenly dipped in and claimed his mouth. That was what he did then - he claimed his mouth it wasn't a chaste kiss, or even a sweet one - it was something passionate and furious, a perfect reflection of Anakin, and the sensation of it was pure heat. For a moment, Obi froze against Anakin, eyes wide as his mouth was ravaged by a long, hot tongue - and after a long moment, the Jedi began to writhe beneath the other man, shifting and trying to pull away from the kiss, but the hand on his jaw held him in place. When Anakin finally broke away for air, Obi-Wan could only stare up at him in shock, his mind refusing to process what was happening, searching for any other reason, any explanation, but coming up with none. Anakin was acting of his own volition, all of his behaviours were unrestrained, without rules or any code beyond the one that told him to forget what he had been taught as a Jedi Knight. This was Anakin Skywalker, saying he wanted him, saying he loved him, pinning him down and telling him to betray the Code he had been raised by. There is no death, Obi-Wan continued breathlessly, pushing himself onwards Anakin's hand had begun to slide down his chest, and long fingers pinched at one of his nipples, causing the Jedi to jerk violently as the sensation clawed down his spine, painfully responsive. There was a hitch in his breath, but still he refused the order he had been given. There is the Force.
Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

Stubborn as usual.... Anakin's voice deepened to a huskier tone which would have normally made any female lifeform in the immediate area feel an urge to procreate. With his brooding good locks, Anakin had never lacked for admirers. No matter what planet they landed on, inevitably women were drawn to him. This had both negative and positive outcomes. The scar which lined his left eye only drew on his brooding looks, lending his previously boyish face a more mature and battle hardened edge. He and Obi-wan had seen many battles, they had saved eachother's lives countless times. Feelings and emotions were bound to grow. They had lived, breathed, eaten, and slept in close quarters for over ten years. It's ok. I was counting on that. His lips were inches from the jedi master's ear, breathing sin with every rise and fall of his chest. Please, take your time. I want to learn your body.. He certainly had no shame. No restraint. No embarassment. Obi-wan problably had Padme to thank for that. His fingers roamed to the other nipple, giving the pink nub a sharp pinch before sliding his other hand up to capture the abondonned nipple. He began to rolling and tweak both nipples for a few moments, his dark eyes never leaving his former master's face, capturing every reaction and committing it to memory. When you're ready to tell me something other then the lies you seem so intent on clinging to, you know what to do. There can only be one code. His tongue began to trace a long wet line down Obi-wan's throat, stopping to lap at the fast beating pulse at his jugular vein and then detouring down his neck to nibble on his collar bone. Mmmm... Even his voice was pure sex, dripping with sin and dark intentions. One of his hands relinquished a nipple in favor of sliding down the center of his chest, stopping to caress various scars he found along the way. He had been there to witness most of these scars, he knew them by heart, knew every injury his former master had suffered. Tenderly he allowed his figners to trace a jagged pink scar along Obi-wan's lower stomach, just above his pants. I killed the nemodian who gave you this. You remember? My first kill. He had been very young at the time and frightened when his mentor went down during a fight. He had struck out at the alien being in anger and won by pure luck.
Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

Obi-Wan Kenobi the normally stoic Jedi Master was presently unable to completely remove the expression of shock from his face though most of his features remained unreadable, it was his eyes that gave him away - ever expressive, they widened when Anakin's fingers tugged and pinched at him, a motion that made the muscles in his chest and stomach spasm in response. With both of Anakin's hands at his chest now, Obi-Wan pushed his hands beneath himself to try and move away from the younger man, to put some space between them, but his former Padawan was busily murmuring against his neck, and he could feel the warm trail of a mouth along his skin, teeth along his collarbone - fingers, drawing lines across the lifetime of scars that marred him. He felt the fingertips drag along an older scar that sat on his abdomen, just near the dip of his hipbone, and he closed his eyes, simultaneously trying to supress a shudder that went through him. I remember. Obi-Wan confirmed, You were - angry. Frightened. You reacted - and you felt guilt afterwards. He opened his eyes again, But what about now, Anakin? Do you feel guilt? Master Windu - surely that couldn't have been an easy task for you, not just the action itself - but your involvement in his death. You grew up with him - he knew you since you were very young. Obi-Wan said, trying to disregard the lingering heat on his skin from where Anakin had touched him, trying to redirect Anakin's attention.
Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

I reacted to protect you. To save you. I took up your lightsaber and struck down the creature who wounded you. It seemed like forever ago. He'd barely been a padawan more then a year and still hadn't been issued his own lightsaber. Padawans at that early of a stage were always told to run or hide during battle situations. He had disobeyed the rules even back then. From that day on, the darkness inside of little Ani had reared it's ugly head. His eyes had blazed that day much the same as they did now when he was enraged. Standing over the body of his conquered enemy, the young padawan Anakin had dropped his master's lightsaber and fell to his knees. His robes had been soaked in blood for the first time that day...and the only consolation he had gotten from his master had been a lecture on what he -should- had done and an awkward hug before Obi-wan had been taken to the medical facilities. Anakin's guilt had lasted all of three long days. To console himself he only had to look at his master, telling himself that Obi-wan was alive and breathing because Anakin had acted to save him. If he had turned tail and ran as his master had told him to do that day, Obi-wan would not have survived. He justified his own actions. I knew from the very beginning that the jedi order was outdated and faulty. He said softly. It had been a lesson well learned. He ran his thumb over the scar littering Obi-wan's hip and abdomen, a light feathery touch. ....had I followed the rules that day, you would not be alive. You protected me many times, you've pulled my butt out of many a dangerous situations....and you said it yourself on Genova. You love me. Like a brother, like a father....but surely there was more. He was betting on it and Anakin had always been particularly good at games of chance and luck. His hand slipped lower as his head dipped, his yellowish-red eyes smoldering as his lips caught a pink nub and latched on tightly while his hand worked at undoing the lower portion of Obi-wan's clothes. He seemed content to carry out his sinful explorations...until Mace Windu was brought up. His head snapped up, remembering that fateful night when he had struck down Master Windu. His eyes fell shut, his hands stilling. He could still see it all so clearly. Mace had been hellbent on destroying the sith. He hadn't been willing to listen to Anakin's pleading at all. It had all happened so fast....and before Anakin could stop himself he had acted on impulse. Remorse. Yes. He had felt remorse. What have I done? I'm glad you brought that up. Master Windu was in the process of killing Emporer Palpatine once I alerted him to the presence of a sith. He wouldn't listen to me. He was going to kill Palpatine without a trial. Now tell me, is that the way of the your prescious republic? I killed him and whatever remorse I felt was brief. I realized then that the jedi are just as, if not even more corrupt then the sith.
Thread: On the Rise (SevenxSaynotozydrate)

You reacted with your feelings, Obi-Wan replied, You reacted because of - because of the connection we had, instead of reacting as you had been taught to. You could have been killed that day, Anakin - the rules for Padwan learners had been created with a purpose, not as an act of cruelty or even control, but to keep Padawans alive through the course of their training. Fingers were trailing over his side now, the touch so light that it felt vaguely like he was being tickled, and Obi-Wan's muscles twitched in reaction. He shifted his eyes away, off to the side of the room and his voice was distant when he spoke again I appreciated what you did for me that day, but I couldn't be lax on the rules - you started your training very late and you needed boundaries. You needed discipline. But even then, we still butted heads like feuding Acklays. Anakin lowered, and he felt his former Padawan's mouth - oh god. Obi-Wan's entire body had tensed now, his jaw clenched shut, and Anakin's hands were busying themselves with unlacing the loose trousers - but he stopped, he stilled entirely for a long moment as something the Master had said finally had some impact on him. His eyes snapped back to Anakin, voice filled with - disbelief. Master Windu's purpose in coming to Palpatine had been to put him under arrest pending a trial - you know as well as I do that Windu would never attack without provocation. Palpatine killed Kolar, Tiin, and Fisto - their corpses were strewn across the chancellors office - surely you've made the connection that Windu's actions were as a result of self-defense, not some malicious and unprovoked treason. Has your hatred blinded you so thoroughly?
Thread: My Apologies

I apologize to anyone I was roleplaying with or to those I who are still awaiting for a responsestarter. Due to school, work, and family things have been quite hectic. My computer recently crashed, as well, making it difficult for me to get on since it hasn't been working properly since the crash. I'm waiting for wireless internet, so I can begin to use my laptop. I am still interested in all of my unanswered roleplays and the such, and will be answering all of them hopefully by the end of tonight but it might go on until tomorrow as well. As far as other absences, I might not be on everyday. I try to be, but it is sometimes difficult because of my busy schedule. I will try my hardest to answer everyone at least every day or two. If I owe you a response or a starter and you think I might have forgotten about it or etc, please do not wait to PM me. Sincerely, DevilEyes PS. I'm still accepting roleplayers. I'm always up for a good roleplay. Please visit my thread HERE .
Thread: My Apologies

My apologies to all! I haven't been on for close to three weeks. S I am dearly sorry to all those who were roleplaying with me and still are awaiting a response. I've been away on a community service trip to Peru which I go on often or usual outtings involving volunteering service. I had told some people I was going away, but there are a few I forgot. Again, my apologies. I'M BACK NOW!