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Beast (Star Wars, Ani/Obi, 300 Words)
Fandom: Star Wars
Title: Beast
Author: jarkai
Theme(s): (For 30_somethings, Nights: #11 Howling)
Pairing/Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker
Rating: Mature, for sexual content.
Disclaimer/claimer: Characters owned by George Lucas. Mentions Padme.
Critiques: Yes.
Summary: Some hungers can't be ignored.

Beasts need to feed. It's a fact of nature. Just as suns must set and rise, no matter what sand-cursed world they lord over, animals have appetites that must be slaked.

After six months in the Outer Rim, I am an animal.

I do not want to slink in secret to her suite. I do not want to speak of politics or hold her like I did on Naboo. I want to pounce, to shred the flimsy garments she wears like a shield, and bite her on the back of the neck as I take her in the presence of her handmaidens. I want to, yet I cannot. She has told me she carries my cub, and even the hungriest animal must protect its pack.

Instinct urges me to hunt different game.

He is smaller than I am, but no less dangerous, padding near silently through the darkness of the Temple. Marble halls give way to the lushness of the gardens. He pauses by a fountain, body tense, nose aloft. Does he scent me? Does he sense my heat?

His eyes flash, and he spreads his arms wide in invitation. He has also been on the Outer Rim for six months. Underneath his monk-like cloak, he is an animal, too. He tips back his head and bares his throat.

For a heartbeat I try to remember what we used to be. Padawan. Master. There is no passion; there is serenity.

No. I am a beast, and I am hungry. I am a leonar, and he will be my deer.

Tomorrow they will send me back to the front, back to the call of blood and darker appetites I do not dare fulfill. But for now, lost in the taste of his body, I am Sith, and I am pleased.

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