Warning: Sexual Content
Obi-Wan was busying himself with some holo-books from the Archives, he has been there for quite some time now, relaxing and feeding his mind with must needed knowledge. It has been a while since he was able to dedicate himself into one of his favorite's activities: researching. He was glad to spend his well-earned rest from the war reading books and losing himself into the many shelves of the gigantic library.
It has been only a couple of weeks since his dinner with Anakin at Dex´s, and the young man had been positively beaming at him since then. He had been more communicative and open with Obi-Wan ever since and had actually made an effort to look for him around the Temple and spent some time together without the need of him taking the initiative first.
Anakin still went to visit Padmé of course, but Obi-Wan could feel him excited to return to the Order, something that never happened before. They could just sit around Obi-Wan´s living room and talk for hours; Obi-Wan was quite surprised in how talkative Anakin could be if given the chance, or maybe it was that he has never given himself the time to actually listen to him before, but either way, they both have fallen into a sweet pattern since that very moment.
After some readings and wasting some time in senseless pass-times, Obi-Wan´s comm-unit beeped, alerting him he just got a message; the Jedi Master hardly needed to check who was the one calling, he picked up knowing who was waiting on the other line.
"Hello"
"Obi-Wan!" Anakin excited voice called from the other side.
"Anakin…" Obi-Wan saluted while examining the book on his hands "…Is there something you need?"
"Mmm, I was wondering if you would like to spar with me…?"
Obi-Wan really didn´t want to move a sole muscle in his body, it has been a long time since he´s got the chance to rest his legs for a bit, with the war and all of that, but the reminder than he couldn´t waste any opportunity to entice his friend to sin was enough to get him moving.
"I would love to, actually. See you in the sparing rooms?"
"Wizard!" the blonde man childishly exclaimed "see you there!"
Obi-Wan sighed with a tiring expression, he put his book down and grabbed his lightsaber just before standing from his seat and getting out of the crowded room.
"Obi-Wan…" Anakin whispered for the eleventh time. They were laying on the bed of Anakin´s quarters, the bed was rarely used and Obi-Wan knew this; the younger Jedi usually spent his time going mission after mission through the wide galaxy and if bound to planet, he spent it in the bed of the Senator of Naboo.
After their confessions in the room of the Thousand Fountains they have moved to Anakin´s chambers at the man´s insistence, they haven´t done anything beyond kissing and caressing each other but the emotions transpiring from Anakin´s eyes were quite telling of what he actually desired to do. Obi-Wan didn´t really think that the boy would give in so easily, not only to just accepting his feelings that well, but to be so bold as to invite his old Master over to what it seems an intended night of love making for the looks of it. Obi-Wan almost feels a bit offended on Padmé´s behalf, shouldn´t the boy being a little more loyal?
"Obi-Wan, Force, you are so beautiful…" the blue eyed man mutters, allowing his plump lips to touch the soft skin of his face, it´s almost like kissing but more intimate even, sweeter and so personal, it makes the older Jedi shiver with all of its might.
Obi-Wan doesn´t dare to respond to that but lifts his hands to roam his fingers on the texture of Anakin´s wild hair; it is surprisingly soft, golden and almost thin, so different from his own that it nearly drives him into a fit of petty jealousy.
"I always dreamed of this, you know?" Anakin confesses again, lost into the moment and carless with his words "of touching you like this, having you in my bed. I spent nights awake because if I dared to close my eyes I only was able to dream of you…"
Obi-Wan saw him through half lidded eyes, the darkness of the room and the dim light that came from the window of the dwelling made him equally immersed into the moment. Anakin looked so pretty like this, tamed and resting, using his hands to touch him with so tenderness and care, almost forcing his hands to kiss his skin the same way his lips did a moment ago, it was magical and so different from the rough, fast movements he tends to do when he fights in the war, even when they were the same hands, the hands of a killer and the hands of a lover. For a tiny second, Obi-Wan could see himself falling in love with the boy in front of him, not only spending the rest of his life pretending to be.
"I want to touch you forever, kiss you until I´m breathless; tell me again you feel the same thing..."
"I feel the same thing."
"Again…"
"I feel the same thing…" Obi-Wan repeats, it´s a phrase, he finds, much easier to say that he expected.
"You look tired" Obi-Wan comments while he lets Anakin inside his apartment.
The younger Jedi walks almost with a defeated expression painted on his face, it´s so pitifully clear that Obi-Wan feels the urge to lift an eyebrow in disapproval and scoffs at the transparency of Anakin´s emotions.
"Well, it hasn´t been a good day…" the lightsaber user responds just before throwing himself all over Obi-Wan´s couch.
"Oh, yeah, sure, make yourself at home. Wouldn´t you want a cup of tea for your troubles as well?" Obi-Wan asks pretending to be insulted.
"That would be lovely, actually" Anakin says without care, stretching even more on the length of the furniture.
Obi-Wan scoffs silently but moves to the kitchen to do just exactly what he has asked.
"You know, some people would call that sarcasm, Anakin."
Anakin chuckles from the other room. "Yeah, well, must people don´t know you like I do, Master."
"Point." Obi-Wan grants with a hidden smile, coming back from the place with two cups in hands, he puts one down on the coffee table before taking a seat on his own sofa and takes to observe Anakin´s movements.
The younger Jedi seems a bit tensed, his shoulders' posture it´s stiff and restless, he sits up slowly and takes the cup with a tiring expression; in other circumstances, Anakin wouldn´t have come to Obi-Wan to vent his problems, he probably would go searching for the Chancellor as he usually does, something that Obi-Wan highly dislikes and disapproves, politicians are treacherous and are better kept at distance, but Anakin likes attention like only other few things in life and he feeds in the spans of spotlight that both Palpatine and Padmé give to him when he is around. It seems that now Obi-Wan is the one giving the so needed attention and Anakin is running back at him the same way he did when he was a child. He hasn´t spoken yet, but it is clear that his motives are exactly those.
"So, will you tell me what happened or will I have to guess?" Obi-Wan finally asks with a lifted eyebrow.
Anakin sighs with heaviness "I don´t know if it´s right to tell you…"
"Unless you have murdered someone important I don´t see why you couldn´t tell me."
"Ha, ha. So funny" Anakin looks at him with an angry expression, but Obi-Wan knows it´s fake and that the Djem So user it´s actually fairly amused by his poor attempt at humor.
"You know I will only keep asking until you tell me. So, go on. Spill." The Jedi Master says before taking a sip from his delicious tea.
"It´s Padmé…" Anakin confesses closing his eyes.
Obi-Wan tenses right then. He has toyed with the name of the Senator quite a bit inside his head these last few weeks, has even imagined her face horrified at the possibility of losing his lover at the arms of another, of him. But he has never heard the name been openly pronounced by Anakin in any of their conversations; for all of their obvious carelessness into the management of their secret relationship, which was not secret at all, they were very capable of excluding each other´s names from each other´s vocabulary rather well. This is the very first time that Anakin makes a mention of her at all; until now, she has been a shadow, an almost invisible speckle in the walls of their relationship.
"I was with her this morning, you know, making a social visit" Anakin tries to excuse, as if Obi-Wan didn´t know what these ´social visits´ actually entailed.
"And?"
"We had a fight. Nothing terrible, but well, I´ve never fought with her like that." The Jedi laments, shaking his head slowly, almost wincing with visible pain.
"I´m sorry" Obi-Wan says "I know you two are close." He is not sorry at all, he is actually rather pleased, but Anakin doesn´t need to know about that.
"Well, she was ridiculous!" Anakin finally exploded. "I came to see her, and there she is, already upset, telling me that I have abandoned her and some nonsense of me putting her in second place" he whines.
Obi-Wan seats back and allows the ingenious man to articulate his anger; he wonders if somewhere in a particular corner of this incredulously brilliant but stupid boy´s mind he actually realizes he is giving away too much information. Like he had said before, Anakin was hardly difficult to read, and his impulsive personality made it even easier to see through his hard shell, you just needed to patiently wait until something bother him enough to make him talk, and the Force knew he was easy to bother. But here he is, talking non-stop about how unfair his lover is being at demanding his attention. Anakin has been quite disconnected from her lately, mostly because of Obi-Wan´s doing. The younger Jedi has been feeling better around the Temple, and is way more confident than he used to be, he doesn´t need Padmé´s love nor Palpatine´s praise for him to sustain himself anymore, because he had something even better: Obi-Wan´s total and infinite attention.
"She told me I wasn´t taking our relationship seriously enough!" he huffed.
"Relationship?" Obi-Wan questioned raising an eyebrow. He meant to let the boy continuing his rant, he really did, but the show he was making was beyond absurd, if he allowed it to go on, Anakin would end up revealing way too much and it was too early for confrontations of such nature, their trust in each other was leagues stronger than before, but not strong enough for Anakin to completely rely his secrets on his old Master. He needed to stop him before he did something that not even Obi-Wan could fix.
It worked. Anakin immediately shut up and stood firm and scared. Obi-Wan could hear his heart beating erratically against his chest if he really paid attention to it.
"Relationship?!" Anakin feigned ignorance "I meant friendship! Friendship!"
Obi-Wan was on the verge of kicking him, if only to have the satisfaction to get himself rid of this sudden annoyance. How stupid Anakin was, really? How could he have let that slip and then pretend that Obi-Wan would believe that pitiful excuse? Obi-Wan knew he must pretend he did, but the whole thought was offensive, he wasn´t beyond pretending he was less attentive and observant than he really was, but for him to not be able to notice Anakin´s continue indiscretions he must really needed to be retarded, and Obi-Wan really wasn´t.
"I will try to ignore the last part for both of our sakes" Obi-Wan offered while pinching the bridge of his nose. "Do go on."
"Obi-Wan…" Anakin said, biting his lips with eyes searching for the door, almost wildly.
"Anakin, please, don´t…"
"No, no, no. I must go. I really need to go" The younger man said with panic in his eyes, he grabbed his robe in a rush manner, which he had discarded somewhere upon the couch when he arrived, and raced to the door as if an army of Separatist droids were chasing him.
Great. Just absolutely great.
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Obi-Wan was busy cooking some overly complicated dish from Corellia when he heard the door of his apartment opened and then hissed closed; he didn´t even bothered to turn to see who that might possibly be, he knew beforehand, it was quite impossible for him to confuse that particular Force signature.
After a couple of seconds, a pair of strong arms rounded him on the waist, embracing him from the back, then warm puffs of air caressed the skin of his nape and ruffled his hair however slightly. Obi-Wan thinks that the action must be expected and somewhat endearing, but he still has to make an effort not to shrug Anakin off.
"Mmm, I missed you, Master" Anakin purred on his ear, giving a couple of small pecks to the side of his neck.
Obi-Wan smiles kindly. "As did I, Anakin." He doesn´t call Anakin ´Padawan´ anymore, the sole idea of it makes him uncomfortable.
"Really?" the grown man giggles, actually giggles. The younger Jedi has been away from him, not by choice, mind you, but the Council saw fit to send him on a mission on his own, without Obi-Wan´s assistance, something that almost drove the Knight mad; to Obi-Wan, this was secretly a relief, he wasn´t fully committed to this plan of his and he felt awkward with the constant touching that Anakin required since he had confessed to him a week ago. They have spent the whole day together, followed by the next and thank the heavens above the Council called for his presence the day after that, asking him to part immediately. Anakin was clearly upset, he probably wanted to tap into his new relationship with Obi-Wan as much as he could, but that didn´t stop him for excusing himself and sneaking out to say goodbye to Padmé as well, the little piece of shit.
Obi-Wan never really thought that his ex-apprentice would be the type of man to use the cheating card. Even with all of his faults, Anakin has been nothing but loyal; he had an immense sense of respect for the people he cared about, so, to see him tumbling around trying to keep two different relationships at the same time it was quite the disappointment.
"Of course" Obi-Wan lied with a pleasant smile. "You´ve been away for a while."
"But I´m back now" Anakin purred, turning him around to devour his mouth in a passionate kiss.
This was a thing now. Kissing. It has become a part of their new relationship. It was a little bit ridiculous but he understood it was a necessity of all fresh romances, the constant requirement to share and touch, and Obi-Wan let him do it graciously as much as the man-boy liked to.
"That you are…" Obi-Wan managed to say between kisses. Anakin embraced him with his strong arms once more, keeping him wrapped and safe from possible escapades.
After a couple of minutes of kissing, which involved a bit of tongue here and there, Anakin released him and Obi-Wan was able to breathe once again. He made a job to appear embarrassed and hide his face on the taller man´s chest in a gesture of pretended shyness. Anakin chuckled with a perceived pride, hugging him harder against his powerful chest.
"You really did miss me, huh?"
"No, not really." Obi-Wan immediately thought, but he fought back the urge to fuck things up and he smiled instead. "Yes."
"I thought about you all the time" the Knight promised, eyes ablaze with a blue fire. "I was busy commanding the 501 and the only thing I actually wanted to do was running back home, directly into your arms."
Obi-Wan laughed under his breath. So, he was a cheater and a liar, then. Standing here pretending that his thoughts belonged only to Obi-Wan and not Padmé. He wasn´t any good at it, too. Obi-Wan could taste the deceit in the tip of his tongue and wondered if Padmé did too.
"That´s not very professional of you, General Skywalker" Obi-Wan teased with easiness, finally separating his person from him to tend to his food, it was all set and ready, and graciously perceptive as he was, he had cook enough for the both of them.
Anakin leaned back against the counter, taking a good look of Obi-Wan´s relaxed tunics that he only used when he was off duty.
"Well, yes, indeed" Anakin conceded, resting importance to the issue. "But you are that hard to forget." He winked with mischief. Obi-Wan almost felt the need to barf at such clumsy attempt at flirtation. How could Padmé fell for this boy? Obi-Wan definitely saw the appeal if you were going for a tall, dark and handsome persona, but Anakin´s continue childish behavior and completely unattractive talking took away for all the possible enticement of the exterior.
"Go wash your hands, I will serve dinner" Obi-Wan winked. Anakin smirked and gave him a sonorous kiss on the cheek before rushing to the fresher. The older Jedi sighed with heaviness. Even after all he had said about Anakin´s really silly words the man could inspire a well-deserved smile on someone´s lips if he tried hard enough. So, Obi-Wan found himself smiling right then, despite his apprehensions.
The older Jedi busied himself with putting the dishes on the coffee table of the living room, he didn´t have a proper table where to eat at but he guessed that this will have to do; once he was done, he could hear Anakin´s cheerful presence in the Force coming back to the room. The older Jedi wore his best smile and sat on one of the single sofas innocently.
Anakin arrived still drying his hands with his own clothes and Obi-Wan repressed the sudden urge to scold him. When Anakin caught the sight of him, he smiled so widely than Obi-Wan thought he would wear the smirk permanently on his face. The young man approached him with familiarity and cheerfulness, seemly happy to be around Obi-Wan once again.
"I don´t even know what to do with myself, Master" Anakin confessed with sudden shyness. "To be completely honest, I have always loved you, but I never thought this would actually happen…"
Obi-Wan smiled calmly.
"Oh, Anakin" the older man sighed with sweetness, grabbing his hand through the table "I don´t really know what to do myself, this is hardly my area of expertise…"
"You always know what to do, Master…" Anakin says not very convinced of his words.
"Believe it or not, that´s not true" Obi-Wan mutters and caress his thumb over Anakin´s gloved hand "I´m scared. I never thought I would be in this position. I never thought I would be here, like this, with you."
Obi-Wan´s voice was almost a whisper. And between the dramatization of his voice and the fake intent behind his words, Obi-Wan was actually saying some truth. He never thought he would find himself seducing his ex-padawan away from a woman´s arms, he never thought he would be in the verge of dedicating his heart and life to a young slave boy from Tatooine. The older Jedi was suddenly angry and confused by this, trying to think if the Force had always planned this life for him, from the very beginning. Was his very existence solely created to devote his efforts into one single man? Was his body, heart and soul made to be used by some selfish boy who didn´t understand sacrifice and duty? Did he hated the idea of it or did he actually, secretly, craved this feelings? He didn´t know. And it made him mad and crazy and desperate, and all of the other feelings he wasn´t supposed to be feeling.
"Maybe we are meant to find this together, Obi-Wan" Anakin said, forgetting his food and approaching him slowly, eyes casting down to his Master´s lips. "Maybe we were always meant to be like this, to love like this…"
Obi-Wan was supposed to be above this, above this stupid notions of love and attachment. But Anakin´s lips, the same ones he have already tasted and the ones he already knew the texture of, were calling to him like never before. It was this was Padmé had felt? Was this the real appeal of Anakin Skywalker? This hypnotizing force that pulled you closer and closer until the gravitation of its axis had you circling around him like a moon. If so, he finally understood everything. For he was almost as lost and trapped as a planet locked in a transition of its sun.
Obi-Wan stared down at the full plate on the table, for a moment doubting if to continue with whatever this was. Until a warm hand took him out of his mind and troubling thoughts, he turned to look at Anakin´s blue eyes, looking at him with adoration, his human hand grasping his right one tightly.
"Hey…" Anakin whispered, bringing his face so close to his that his breath caressed his lips "we are together, as we are meant to be" he reassured him "that´s all that matters now."
Obi-Wan had trouble concentrating, his eyes shifted to Anakin impossible blue eyes to his almost red lips. He had never felt like that before, not since Satine and that made his stomach turn. One minute he was playing a game, next he was being played.
"…Nothing else matters. Just this."
Anakin then brought their mouths together, a battle of lips and bites against each other, hard calloused hands roaming bodies, warm skin. The food laid forgotten on the table, the two of them were hungry for another kind of substance.
Obi-Wan´s head was swimming in a never ending pool of confusion and desire, a battle between his senses and his lust taking place inside his brain. He knew that the man before him was attractive and desirable, just because he was mostly restrained and used to be lonely didn´t mean he didn´t have eyes or good taste. Anakin was beautiful. But to have the attentions of the young Knight all to himself had proven to be too much.
Anakin kissed like he fought. Wildly, rough, desperate. It was consuming like a fire and powerful like a storm and it made Obi-Wan´s heart beat until it almost rip out his chest. By the time Anakin had let him go, the Jedi Master was dizzy and out of breath, gasping for air but secretly wanting more. More of his kisses, more of his love.
"That was…" Obi-Wan whispered without thinking.
Anakin smirked between pants of breath.
"…amazing." He finished.
It was. It really was.
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Anakin was avoiding him.
He has since that terrible conversation about Amidala in Obi-Wan´s quarters.
Obi-Wan has been trying to reach him but decided that giving him a little space was always the best route when Anakin was being difficult. If he pushed the issue the man would panic even further and probably get mad at him, destroying the good relationship that it has taken him time and effort to construct. And that couldn´t happen.
The red-haired Jedi busied himself with some silly reports of the war and tries to keep a straight face during the Council meetings, avoiding Mace´s perceptive dark eyes every time they lay on him; he had resisted the urge to just go and knock on Anakin´s door.
It has been a while since Anakin and he have shared the same room; when the blond Jedi had been named Knight, he had grown excited with the prospect of being left on his own, after all, what Anakin craved the most was independence. Obi-Wan had mixed feelings about it: he was glad to have some privacy and tidiness back in his life, no more dirty dishes on the tables, no more droids parts scattered over the rug, no more noise and no more extra laundry for him to wash. But it also meant no more company, no more laughter and silly jokes, no more shared breakfasts and no more good friendly conversations in the middle of the night, things he cherished and loved about his ex-Padawan.
Now they were gone. And he had no idea of how to bring them back.
And now, there he was, standing in the middle of the hall with a grave face and grey eyes staring at a locked door. The funny thing is, Anakin moved from their apartment to get his own; his own also happened to be the one across the hall from his.
The task of just crossing the corridor and knock at the door was tempting, but it was also weak and potentially nuclear. If he made a mistake, even just a slight one, it would ruin everything, and with Anakin, you never knew what would sour his temper.
The Jedi Master ignored the almost burning sensation on the pit of his stomach, he forced his legs to finish their route and opened the door of his own quarters, a heavy resignation settling deep inside his mind.
Once inside, he got ready to take his long robe off, but before he could do that, a singular dark figure stood closer to the window where he kept his pants.
Obi-Wan almost jumped on his place and pulled his lightsaber from his belt, ready to prepare an attack before he realized who it was.
"Didn´t mean to startle you…"
Obi-Wan relaxed his posture and sighed deeply, not knowing if he preferred this type of company than an intruder.
"I was about to knock on your door…" the red-haired Jedi told him.
"No one would have answered…" the other Jedi smirked, finally coming into the light of the living room.
"Anakin…" Obi-Wan sighed, almost reprimanding his bad joke with his stern eyes.
The Master finished hanging his robe and walked past the living room and into the kitchen, seeking a cup of tea for his troubles. Every time he was stressed he did that, as if he was going to find his answers inside a hot drink.
"So you came here for…?" Obi-Wan asked, knowing that Anakin had followed him into the room. Persistent as the wild man was.
"…apologize." Anakin confessed.
"Ah." Obi-Wan said.
He was being very good pretending indifference, it had taken him years and years of him being the Master of a young hot-tempered boy to learn when to feign he didn´t care about his pupil´s last antic, so the boy would drop the issue when attention wasn´t given. Anakin always wanted attention. Or way or another. Even when he was mad, even when he asks to be left alone.
This so called apology was no different.
"Master…" Anakin started "I know how it looked like… when I left the other day."
"You mean when you ran out of my apartment as if there was a bomb inside" Obi-Wan corrected, looking over his shoulder with a disappointed look "and it wasn´t ´the other day´, it has almost been two weeks."
"I know. And I´m sorry." Anakin said, standing straight and looking all serious and honest.
Obi-Wan was inclined to believe an Anakin that treated issues like this. It was so rare to see him taking a firm and serious posture about anything. The young Knight was always mercurial with his moods. He was never even tempered or just serious. He was either indifferent or furious. No middle ground.
"I didn´t chase you because I wanted to give you space. And then I didn´t push the issue because I figured you also needed time, but this is ridiculous, Anakin…"
"I know, Master." Anakin admitted, although the older Jedi could hear the tone of annoyance on his voice.
"I wish to explain myself…" the younger man requested.
Obi-Wan had to think in that moment. Think nice and well. Here things were at stake; he could either allow Anakin to explain what had happened when he stormed out of his apartment after their discussion or he could get ahead of him and just tell him that he already knew the truth about his and Amidala´s relationship. Both were bold moves: If he allowed Anakin to tell him whatever excuse he made up for what happened, it was most surely to be a lie, and not just that, it would probably be a ridiculous one. Anakin wasn´t a good liar, he was more of a straight shooter. And if he just told him that he already knew that Padmé and he were married it could potentially blow up on his face. Anakin would probably get defensive and will ruin their whole relationship.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment and breathed through his nostrils. Whatever it would happen it was going to be a lose-lose. So, Obi-Wan opted for a third choice.
"I don´t really care."
Anakin looked at him with a strange face. His eyes opened wide and his mouth gaped like a fish.
"You… don´t…care?" the blond Knight wondered.
"No." Obi-Wan sentenced.
"…but you haven´t even heard-"
"And I don´t need to." Obi-Wan told him, taking his favorite cup from a shelf. Ready to prepare his tea. "Anakin, I´m not stupid nor blind, you come and go as you please, I don´t really know what kind of relationships you have with people outside of the Temple, or even inside for that matter, and I have long decided that I don´t care."
Anakin was confused, Obi-Wan could tell. That was good. Perplexed was way better than furious.
"You are my friend." Obi-Wan told him, open, honestly. He called him a friend, not a brother. If the red-haired Master expected Anakin to fall in love with him he has to remove every relationship, however imaginary and playful as it was, that could mean anything else. After all, there was an enormous difference with falling in love with your friend than with someone you consider your brother or your father.
"I don´t care about anything else but that. If you are happy, I´m happy too." Obi-Wan finished and shrugged, resting importance to the whole thing.
So, he had not admitted explicitly he knew about Anakin´s and Padmé´s affair, but he had given him enough to tell him that he suspected that there was something more. Telling him that he didn´t care, (which was a total lie, he cared, way too much, so much in fact that he was plotting a carefully crafted manipulation plan to separate him from his lover, but, then, Anakin didn´t really need to know that, am I right?) was good, it was a bridge between the amicable however superficial friendship they used to share and the possibility of a deep passionate connection that Obi-Wan devised for them to have.
"Obi-Wan…" The blond breathed out, posture relaxing and eyes shining with a new gleam on them.
"I won´t say anything. To anyone. Never." Obi-Wan promised, almost chocking in his own spit at the mockery of the statement. "And you don´t need to feel like you need to hide things from me, I´m here to listen, I won´t judge or tell."
"I don´t know… it´s just that you have never been this…" the younger Jedi bites his lip.
"…comprehensive?" Obi-Wan tries, amused by Anakin´s obvious loss of words. The boy looked flushed and touched by his vow of loyalty.
Anakin shook his head, looking for another adjective.
"Honest." Anakin settles, smiling.
Obi-Wan´s own smile widens at the private joke that only he knows.
This poor boy doesn´t know how to lie. But what it´s even worse, he doesn´t know how to recognize a liar either.
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"Let me spend the night with you…"
Obi-Wan was washing the dishes when he turns to find Anakin standing a few meters behind him and looking at him as if he was the sun and he had lived in a cave for one hundred years.
"…It´s the morning…" Obi-Wan tells him with a frown.
"Well, yeah, but I was talking about tonight."
"Why?" Obi-Wan asks, finishing his labor before engaging in any kind of real deep conversation. He didn´t foresaw this, at least not so soon. But his mind was already working in how to proceed.
"Don´t you think it´s natural to want to sleep with your boyfriend?" Anakin snorts, almost incredulous that the older man had asked such a question.
"I mean, yes, sure thing… but it isn´t too soon?" Obi-Wan wonders almost to himself. Boyfriend. How juvenile. Obi-Wan almost snorts out loud at the thought of being somebody´s boyfriend. He was at least, 15 years too old for that kind of shit.
There is a brief silence and the sound of Anakin´s nervous steps, almost getting beside him on the sink, distracts the Jedi Master from his work. Obi-Wan can see him from the corner of his eyes, frowning and gulping anxiously.
"…You… don´t want it?" he questions.
Obi-Wan stops his hands for continuing their task. Knowing that this was delicate territory. He could potentially hurt the other man´s feelings and he didn´t plan on back tracking now that he has come so far. He was going to fix this. He was the Negotiator, after all. If there is one thing he could do better than anyone else, it´s talking his way out of everything.
"It´s not a matter of if I want it or not, Anakin…"
"Ani…" Anakin interrupts.
"I´m sorry?" Obi-Wan asks, genuinely confused by the mention of the nickname.
"Call me Ani." The blond knight smiles, truly wanting Obi-Wan to grant him his wish. "I prefer Ani, it´s just a thing …"
Obi-Wan almost pukes with the sudden disgust and repugnance he was able to feel at that instant. Hand itching for him to strike him where he stands. The Jedi Master does not held any loyalty to the Senator of Naboo, but if he found himself in her position he would feel betrayed by the petition of the young Knight before him.
"I thought you hated that nickname…" the Master says, remembering how he fussed over it when Padmé called him that years back. Anakin hated to be treated like a child, even when he behaves like one.
Anakin smiles shyly, scratching his neck absently.
"Yeah, well… I don´t mind it when it´s people I love who says it…"
Obi-Wan almost does slaps him, then. His hand twitched. And if it wasn´t because he has years and years of training in self-control, he would certainly do it.
"Sure. Ani it is then…" Obi-Wan smiles.
"So… you were saying…?" Anakin asks, now more interested in their previous conversation.
Obi-Wan suddenly sobers up as well, and remembers the delicate subject at hand, ready to face it with diplomatic precision.
"I just… it´s not that I don´t want to do it" the older Jedi swears with a concerned voice. All fake, of course. "I do. I just don´t want to rush into things… you said last night that maybe we were meant to discover this together…"
Anakin straightens up and gets closer, voice lowers and is almost a heart-felt promise. A vow of never-ending love made to a groom on a wedding, not a discussion in the middle of a dirty kitchen.
"Yes, I did. And I meant it." He swears.
Obi-Wan looked at him on the eye.
"…I don´t think you start discovering a relationship with sex…" Obi-Wan muses out loud. Fingers playing with the surface of the sink. Nervous about having made a mistake, not sure of the bold definitive statement would irritate the young man or send him where Obi-Wan wanted for him to meet him halfway.
After a few minutes of silence, Anakin releases a sigh and nods quietly. Reaching with his mechanical hand to intertwine his fingers with Obi-Wan´s right hand.
"You are right…" Anakin concedes "…as usual."
Obi-Wan smiles.
"We´ll do it your way, Master." Anakin smiles too, teeth showing with apparent happiness. Obi-Wan blushes at the sight, he looks pretty like that and to be honest, he hasn´t seen that kind of smile on his friend´s face that much since the war started.
"Maybe it´s better like this. I seem to rush into things too much, anyway." Anakin trails off, tone of voice going weaker and darker, blue eyes looking at the floor with a slight frown of disappointment.
Obi-Wan catches that expression, although he doesn´t know what it means. It seems deep and thoughtful. Equally worrisome as the previous topic of conversation was.
"What would you want to do instead?" Anakin asks. All smiles again.
"I don´t know. My usual schedule it´s not overly-exciting." Obi-Wan jokes, settling against the sink.
Anakin rolls his eyes and leans against the counter.
"Oh, let me guess. First you´ll go meditating and then straight to the Archives to see if you can write more information about whatever research you have been doing lately. Yeah, I can see that now."
"Well, I cannot say you are wrong."
Anakin laughs and straightens himself before laying a friendly hand on Obi-Wan´s shoulder.
"Then I guess we should go and do just that."
The Red-haired Jedi frowns and doesn´t try to disguise his surprise.
"Are you saying you want to do those things? You are always complaining of how boring they are…"
"Yes, well, maybe." Anakin admits, blue eyes looking everywhere in that uneasy manner he does when he doesn´t know quite what to say "but those are things you love to do and I just want to spend time with you, so…"
Obi-Wan stops on his tracks and widens his grey eyes in irrevocable surprise. He didn´t expect the sudden rush of love that pumps through his veins until it shakes his every nerve and sends his head spinning in sudden hesitation.
It wasn´t meant to be like this. He wasn´t meant to blush and crave and want this boy in front of him this much. He wasn´t meant to care for his words and to find himself swaying by the casual way that Anakin demonstrated a kind heart and a gentle soul.
But he did. Force, help him, he did.
"Master?" Anakin calls, biting his inferior lip worried he might have said the wrong thing.
It doesn´t even occur to him that he just said the right one.
"It´s nothing. It´s just…" Obi-Wan babbles like a fool. The powerful mouthful Negotiator left speechless by Anakin sincerity and not-even-trying seductive disposition.
Obi-Wan has kissed this man. Obi-Wan has heard this man promises of eternal devotion. Obi-Wan has laid in his bed and has being embraced in his arms. And he had never felt so touched and so attracted by this man as much as he does now.
The Jedi Master grabs Anakin´s hand and smiles, pecking his full lips with a tender touch.
"Let´s go then." Obi-Wan smiles. "We have a lot to do today."
Anakin imitates his gesture and nods, taking him along with him, not even knowing that for the real time, he has seen Obi-Wan´s real heart.
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As relieved as Obi-Wan was to move forward from the little incident inside his quarters almost two weeks ago, he was frustrated by the fact that Anakin still looked at him as nothing more than a friend.
He needed to move fast if he was to be gain his affection and scare him away from the Senator before they do something even more stupid like getting pregnant or something.
Force forbid such a thing. But Obi-Wan wouldn´t put the occurrence past Anakin. The boy was good with surprising him, even after all these years.
The Council had deemed wise for them to return to the battlefield of war. In the end, not even an important plot to bring the Chosen One back to heel was to be tolerated by the need of assistance and presence of all soldiers and Jedi available in the war effort.
They have been sent to the Outer Rim, in hopes that they could get some victories for the Republic. Anakin and Obi-Wan were household names, famous for their bravery and infallible well-tuned teamwork, it seems that the Council shared that sentiment as well, for they were sent away without much consideration.
Anakin appeared to be equally excited by the prospect of going out on a mission, missing the usual exhilaration that only battle could provide, but frustrated for being separated from his lover and to be reminded that Ahsoka, his old Padawan, was still missed dearly by her Master.
If Obi-Wan was planning to take Anakin affections, it needed to be now.
He needed to be daring. No more careful planning and wary strategies. He must play his cards and use them well.
And the only way to do that was to tread with the craving of the flesh.
Obi-Wan couldn´t talk about love just yet, and besides, it couldn´t be him the one to approach the other with romantic intentions and confessions. Anakin was supposed to be the one making that decision. No, he needed a weakness that only long campaigns and solitude could provide: lust.
And he needed to do so with absolute precision.
So, taking advantage of the fact that they both were sharing quarters inside the ship that was going to take them to their destination, Obi-Wan went straight to the single fresher that their room possessed.
Obi-Wan, being the great strategist that he was, made sure to hint here and there that he was overly tired of long hours of planning on the tactical table of the ship, reading reports and doing some Council duties in between the mission´s demands, so he retired early saying he needed a shower and a good rest.
When the general was over with his well-planned wash, he skipped the usual comfortable night-robes he use for bed and just flopped down on his bunk wearing nothing but the short white towel on his hips he had used to dried his wet skin. Splaying his legs and arms in a comfortable yet inviting manner that would give nothing left for Anakin´s imagination to picture.
He waited patiently, even drifting off a little with the comfortable surface of the sheets below his skin. In spite of everything, he was indeed a bit tired and it had been a long day. Before he could just fall asleep though, the door of his quarters hissed opened and the recognizable steps of his partner came into the room ready to retire for the night just as well.
Anakin´s steps stopped all of a sudden. Obi-Wan almost betrayed a smile, sensing victory from his position.
"Fuck…" He could hear Anakin whisper, probably clenching and unclenching his fist at the sight of his old Master almost naked and spread eagled on the bed.
There was some reassumed pacing and the soft sound of clothing moving along with Anakin´s nervous impatience.
Obi-Wan´s head was positioned in a way that allowed him to peak discreetly through a gap between his pillow and a sheet. He had arranged it that way hoping to catch Anakin´s actions, not because he was a pervert but because he needed to see if the whole thing worked. It was cheap and brilliant at the same time, and Obi-Wan felt a little bit humiliated at the thought of abase himself to such uncivilized tricks to get the job done. But the mission he was given was much more important than his embarrassment, so he concentrated in doing what was necessary to take Anakin´s attention back to him, where he wanted it.
Anakin seemed to struggle with his conscience, good to know that the boy still had one despite everything. He sent lustful looks at the direction of his bared body, and his hands twitched with the obvious need to do something about the prominent bulge that now tented his trousers.
"Come on… come on…" Obi-Wan thought to himself, almost gritting his molars at the prospect of his plan failing.
A long silence settled in the room, only broken by Obi-Wan´s pretended sleepy breaths and Anakin´s clenching teeth.
Then, in a fast movement, Anakin growled under his breath and his hands worked on untying his pants. Obi-Wan almost smiled at the early taste of triumph.
The blond Knight didn´t bother to divest himself of the rest of his clothes, only hauling his leggings and underwear out of the way enough to pull out his dick and stroking from root to base with his flesh hand in slow motions, whimpering at the relieving sensation of finally being able to satiate his pleasure.
Anakin worked his cock faster and harder, blue eyes clouded and staring at the older man´s body like a possessed beast, his teeth bit his lips to keep himself quiet from the moans that he surely wanted to set free but didn´t allow in fear of waking Obi-Wan up.
His hips started to sway with the swift motion of his hand on his cock, trying to imitate the act of lovemaking in search of even a more intense experience.
Seemly failing at his task of just finishing himself off as fast as he wanted, as Obi-Wan suspected the man intended, he could hear a new growl emerging from Anakin´s throat. The man dropped the grip on his penis and walked closer and closer to his bunk until Obi-Wan could almost shake with fear of being discovered.
The young man, though, didn´t shouted at him or pulled him from the bed in a violent exploit, he simply sent his hands to carefully untangle the soft towel that covered the laid man most sensible parts. Now, Obi-Wan did open his legs to invite him to see what he didn´t allow anyone else to even imagine, but he never thought the Knight would boldly remove the piece of fabric from his body all together. It was both reassuring, since it meant that Anakin was indeed masturbating with thoughts of fucking Obi-Wan and not the lovely Senator he so fervently missed, and also indecent and invasive since the Jedi Master was supposedly unconscious and incapable of giving permission to expose himself to Anakin´s eyes. But Obi-Wan could hardly do anything about it, since it would ruin everything he had work for possibly forever. He couldn´t do that, as unwanted as the deed done at the expanse of his pride was.
Anakin removed the cloth with care and pushed it aside, allowing his blue eyes to see Obi-Wan´s own cock and balls that laid flaccid and uninterested in their place. Anakin moaned at the sight and reassumed his work on his cock without any hesitation. This time, his flushed face apparently more immersed in his fantasy.
"Yes, yes, yes…" he whispered, stroking and cupping his balls with his gloved hand, swaying his hips again, shaking with wave after wave of pleasure.
"Oh, fuck, Obi-Wan, so tight…" he moaned again.
Obi-Wan´s breath halted for an instant at the recognition of what Anakin was picturing. In his head, Anakin was fucking Obi-Wan. And a sudden fear ran through the red-haired Jedi´s mind at the possibility, and if his plan went well an almost certainty of the future, that one day Anakin would do just that. He couldn´t blame himself to have doubts, after all, now that Obi-Wan has seen Anakin´s private parts, he could do nothing but gulp at having that monstrous thing inside him. He never suspected Anakin to be that big. He was long and thick, veins standing out over the organ´s skin, he doubted that the whole thing could even fit inside him in the first place.
Anakin didn´t seem to notice Obi-Wan´s slip, he was too taken with his enjoyment to even realize. He had started to chant once again.
"Yes, yes, like that… you are so good, Obi-Wan, so good…" the younger warrior assured. Lost in his desire. "You are hot, so tight, just like I imagined… wanted to fuck you for so long…" he whispered.
Obi-Wan shivered at the declaration.
"…your hole is so good, I want to be buried there forever…" he pleaded again.
Obi-Wan bit his lip to not allow any whimper to escape, and his uninterested dick almost came to life at the dirty images that Anakin´s reckless statements were beginning to invoke inside his head. Wanting to slap himself in the face at the thought of enjoying the lecherous words that came from the younger man´s mouth.
"Fuck, I´m coming, oh Force, Obi-Wan, let me come inside you…" he begged before just doing as he swore.
"Fuuuuuuuck…" he whispered.
It took Obi-Wan all his self-control not to jump out of the bed in that instant and break the fantasy he had helped to create. Only the sound of Anakin´s ragged breathing reminded him that he couldn´t mess up his own efforts.
The Knight seemed to come back to his senses and with a silent curse, he quickly tucked himself inside his clothes once again, looking for some tissues to clean the jumble that he had probably made on the floor.
He came back and scrubbed the floor with care, only walking away to throw the evidence in the bathroom´s bin and coming back to Obi-Wan´s body with careful steps.
"Shit…" Anakin mumbled under his breath.
Obi-Wan´s worry picked at the prospect of having being discovered, but the blond Jedi only stared at his form with a worrisome look, switching his eyes at Obi-Wan´s almost hidden face and what laid between his tights. With a deciding move, he knelt between his sprawled legs and started knotting the towel back into place.
In that moment, Obi-Wan decided to be more realistic, playing along with the expectations, and shifted in his position, allowing a small pretended noise of discomfort to hum out of his sealed lips. Anakin´s hands stilled, imagining the worst, but the older man never opened his eyes, the Knight seemed to calm at that.
With careful hands, the blond finished his objective and walked to his own bunk to get rid of his boots and outer layers. Falling to bed only when he was free of the confines of the most oppressive articles of clothing.
"I´m a piece of shit…" Anakin swore before covering his closed eyes with his flesh hand and eventually letting himself to fall to a deep post-orgasmic slumber.
Obi-Wan waited a couple of minutes to make sure to prod at Anakin´s Force signature in search of a confirmation of the man´s loss of conscience. Once he got it, he carefully untangled himself from his sheets and walked to the fresher where he took a shower earlier that night.
Once there, and behind the safety of the locked door, he placed his hands on the metal sink and allowed a deep breath to slip through his pink lips.
A shiver ran through his spine and with a gulp of his own saliva he permitted his burning eyes to trail down to his crotch. With a quick work of his hands, he untangled the towel and revealed an impressive erection.
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, realizing that no matter how unaffected he liked to pretend he was to the dangerous game he was playing with his ex-apprentice, he wasn´t as detached and above this carnal emotions as he thought he was.
Suddenly, his sweet claimed victory tasted nothing but sour.