Pairing: Anakin/Obi-Wan
Disclaimer: Star Wars and all its characters are property of Lucasfilm Ltd. No copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Set during the Clone Wars.

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Noragga the Hutt was trying to cut a deal with Obi-Wan. She had information they needed on the whereabouts of the Separatist forces on Kartor, but the 30,000 credits they offered wasn't enough for her. She wanted Anakin, too -- "for a night," she'd said. And she wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Well, you can't have him," Obi-Wan said firmly. He gave Anakin a look that clearly indicated he was to keep his mouth shut.

She spat out Huttese so fast that not even Anakin could keep up. Her translator, a smooth-faced protocol droid, told them what she had said. "Why? He doesn't belong to you."

Obi-Wan glanced at Anakin before answering. "He does."

Noragga shook in anger, and the droid quickly translated her roars. "Jedi can't have attachments. Noragga knows this."

Obi-Wan smiled. "We're singular in that regard." Anakin didn't even know what was happening until Obi-Wan's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him close. Anakin opened his mouth to ask what was going on when Obi-Wan's mouth closed over his.

It was electrifying. Anakin's eyes closed, and he lost touch with reality. There was only Obi-Wan, and the scratchy feel of his beard, and his lips, and his tongue, and Anakin wanted more, and --

Obi-Wan pulled away, his face flushed, but his voice steady when he spoke to Noragga. "I would be very offended if you tried to take him from me. He's mine."

Noragga settled down after that, having been appropriately convinced Anakin belonged to Obi-Wan and was not available for whatever twisted uses she had planned for him. Anakin couldn't pay attention to the rest of Obi-Wan's negotiations with her. He kept staring at Obi-Wan, watching his lips move, his fingers twitch, the muscles of his neck flex. Anakin was finding it hard to breathe, and his mind was whirling with fresh desire.

When they headed back through Noragga's palace to their ship, 50,000 credits poorer, Anakin watched Obi-Wan walk. He noticed the slight swagger of his hips, the swell of his ass, the lightness of his steps. Anakin licked his lips, pushing thoughts of Padme away. She wasn't there, and she didn't have to know. This had nothing to do with her.

Obi-Wan grinned sheepishly at him when they got inside the ship. "Sorry about that, Anakin. It was the only thing I could think of to --"

Obi-Wan never got to finish that statement, because Anakin knocked him back into the wall, pressing his body against his former Master's. The second kiss was even better than the first. It was hungry and lustful, even on Obi-Wan's end. It was everything a kiss between two Jedi should not have been like. Anakin pulled back to catch his breath, already working on undoing Obi-Wan's sash.

"Anakin..." whispered Obi-Wan, looking young and confused. Anakin liked the expression on him. He also liked that Obi-Wan's gaze was fixed on his mouth.

"I liked that kiss, Master. I thought we should expand on the basis for it."

Obi-Wan's tunic fell open, and Anakin pressed his hands against Obi-Wan's smooth chest, feeling his heartbeat pound under his fingertips. Obi-Wan's fingers wrapped around Anakin's arms as Anakin's hands traveled lower, gripping tightly the further down Anakin's hands went.

"We should discuss this first. Things could get sticky," he said, licking his lips.

Anakin grinned. "I assure you, Master, it will."

"I didn't mean it like that -- oh, oh!"

"Anything else you want to talk about before we go any further?"

"No. Carry on."

End.