The next morning Anakin was rummaging for a clean t-shirt. Realising that he simply didn't have one, he shrugged and pulled on one of Obi-wan's white shirts. Luckily Obi-wan liked his shirts on the loose side, so it fitted the larger-framed jedi just fine. When the shirt's owner spied Anakin emerging from the bedroom he gave a low whistle of appreciation. "You should really wear white more often, it suits you". Anakin shook his head firmly no. "No way, I have my aura of mystique to maintain at the temple, after all." Obi-wan snorted. "Like hell you do - aura of I-have-to-wear-black-to-hide-the-fact-that-I-haven't-washed-my-clothes-for-a-week is more like it". The younger man reached over and pinched his partner's cheek with a smile. "Whatever you say, master".

It was a gorgeous sunny day, after breakfast Obi-wan was lying against Anakin's chest as they lounged on a swingseat on the veranda, keeping tabs on the kids in the garden. Deep rhythmic bass music could be heard from inside the house, Anakin's favourite - although if he had his way it would be cranked right up to max volume. Obi-wan was more of a classical music fan, but as Anakin idly caressed his hair in the time to the mellow beat, he felt so content that Anakin could have played Gungan municipal band celebration marches on repeat and he wouldn't have minded.

He felt the vibration through his body as the man he rested against quietly sang along to part of a song, with a smooth tenor voice that Obi-wan could have listened to all day. Obi-wan was about to doze off, when outraged shouting and crying erupted from the garden and Anakin instantly sat bolt upright, unceremoniously dumping Obi-wan on the floor as he leapt up to attend to the twins "Oh sorry Obi-w… I ah… parent radar… I just gotta check they're ok..."

Obi chuckled in understanding. "It's fine, just go!" He followed behind and watched as Anakin masterfully settled a fight that had erupted over who got to play with a prized yellow starfighter toy. "There, now you can both go and play with these plain old VCX-100 light freighters until you learn how to share the Delta-7B Aethersprite-class light interceptor". Typical Anakin, Obi-wan thought - he had probably started teaching the kids the ins and outs of spacecraft models before they could even walk. The kids grumbled at their dad and each other but took the boring freighter toys and went back to playing together.

The two men headed back to the swingseat, Anakin detouring past the kitchen to grab a couple of cold drinks before returning to plonk himself down beside Obi-wan. He sighed. "Kids! There's always some argument I have to solve, some question I have to answer, some place I have to take them, some problem I have to fix. Sometimes… I just feel like I really don't know what I'm doing, like someone who knows how to parent should take them away from me before they grow up into little menaces!"

Obi-wan burst out laughing, taking Anakin by surprise. "What's so funny?" His former master smiled at him and punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Now you know how I felt being handed the responsibility of turning you into a somewhat decent jedi!" Anakin protested "but I was ten when I became your padawan – I was already halfway there!" At which Obi-wan scoffed, "hardly, at least when you get younglings at birth you can brainwash them into thinking the same way you do". Anakin replied huffily "well go on, show me how easy it is to brainwash them then." "Oh I'm afraid the damage has already been done, with Skywalker genes and being raised by you for five years there's no hope for those two." Obi-wan joked, but instantly regretted it when he saw Anakin's crestfallen face. Surely he must realise he was kidding?

Anakin turned away, and mumbled in a slightly choked voice "yeah, I know. Brought up by a disgraced, undisciplined failure of a jedi like me, they're pretty much screwed already." He kicked his toe repeatedly against the veranda railing and stared at it intently while that old internal monologue started up again, where he berated himself incessantly for all his shortcomings.

Exasperated at the mercurial nature of his partner, Obi-wan reached over to brush a curl away from the man's forehead. Getting no response, he simply put his hands either side of Anakin's face and twisted him so they came face-to-face. "No, you porglet. I. was. Joking." Anakin still didn't look up. "You're a great dad!" he cajoled. "They're lucky to have Skywalker genes, they'll be just as gifted with the force as you are". Anakin snorted derisively. "They'll be incredibly caring and passionate about their friends" Obi-wan continued, then lifted his thumb and gently stroked it along Anakin's bottom lip. "And no doubt they will be just as criminally good-looking as their father, and no-one in the temple will be able to keep their hands off them." At this Anakin finally looked up, his blue eyes flashing through those oh-so-long lashes. "No-one is touching my daughter" he asserted defiantly.

"Ha, made you look!" exclaimed Obi-wan triumphantly, planting a kiss on Anakin's lips before turning serious. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have joked about something that is so important to you, it was insensitive of me. I was being sarcastic, I didn't mean a word I said… I was just trying to tell you… that I know how you feel. I know what it is like to second-guess your every move and to live in the fear that your flaws as a teacher might set a youngling off on the wrong path in life. And I want you to know that I'm here to help you every step of the way."

Anakin acknowledged this with a grateful smile, and nuzzled into Obi-wan's neck. "What would I do without you?" Determined to lighten the mood, Obi-wan leapt up and grabbed Anakin's hand. "You would be nuzzling the armrest of an empty swingseat. Come on, that's enough agonising over our questionable skills at child-rearing, let's go swimming!"

An hour later, they were all at the lake – they could have been there much sooner if Anakin had had his way, being ready to swim in whatever clothes he was wearing and seeing no need to be any better equipped than that, but Obi-wan had other ideas and prepared them all a picnic. Unbeknownst to Anakin, he also comlinked Nadka and arranged for her to look after the kids that night so that Anakin could have his first full night off childcare for years. Obi-wan had his neat little prim swimming trunks on, which Anakin found endearing. He himself was still in the same white shirt and scruffy ripped shorts that he had had on that morning. The twins were stark naked, free from societal restrictions the way younglings should be at that age.

"Last one in is a gundark!" shouted Leia, ever the boldest, and she and Luke were off scampering towards the lake. "Oh no you don't!" roared Anakin, whipping off his shirt and racing after them, scooping them both up giggling as he caught up with them before running down the jetty and leaping wildly off the end into the lake, a twin under each arm. Obi-wan followed at a more leisurely pace. When the Skywalkers surfaced, the kids implored him to join them but to no avail. Master Kenobi intended to ease himself in slowly, the sensible way to get into a refreshingly cool lake. However, while he proceeded to explain this to the twins a wet topless Anakin sneaked up behind him, grabbed him bodily and flipped them both into the water with a big splash. "Yay uncle Obi!" cried out Luke and Leia when he surfaced, spluttering like mad.

The men and children cavorted joyfully in the lake, playing nerf-herders with Luke and Leia riding their 'nerfs' around, chasing the little tiila waterbirds that bobbed on the lake surface. Eventually Nadka and her kids arrived and they pulled themselves out of the lake to share the picnic feast with them. The twins described earnestly to Nadka what a failure their dad's attempt to make a picnic the day before had been, Anakin fruitlessly trying to defend himself. "But at least I make the best popped chitnuts" he claimed, and little Luke nodded seriously. "Yes, daddy does make the best popped chitnuts. Even uncle Obi doesn't make them right". Anakin stuck his chin up and crowed "So there!" to Obi-wan, who just laughed. Nadka elbowed Anakin and smiled at him kindly. "See, you do have your uses". Obi-wan was relieved to see Anakin freely laugh along with her – gone was the dejected introspection of this morning. Mission achieved.

Nadka eyed Anakin's white shirt approvingly. "Good to see you in a lighter colour today, Skywalker". "Really!" Anakin threw his hands up in exasperation. "Why does everyone suddenly care so much about the colour of the clothes I wear?" "Suddenly?" interjected Obi-wan. "You think this has come up suddenly? Oho my boy, you have no idea how many times I had to defend your choice of clothes to the jedi council when you were my padawan – they were convinced that you swaggering around in very dark brown was a clear indication that you were headed for the dark side". Anakin was stunned. "No… surely not? Surely… So even when I make a totally rational decision to wear clothes that don't show up any stains after I've been fixing my starfighter they still think it's a sign of my impending doom?" He looked at Obi-wan and Nadka in astonishment. "Idiots!" "Now, now Anakin" Obi-wan soothed him. "You have to remember that never in the history of the jedi order have they had to deal with a 'situation' like you. They were bound to get it wrong". He changed the subject, asking Nadka about her work at the local medical unit. As they chatted, Anakin reflected stubbornly that he was never ever going to wear anything other than the darkest black in front of the jedi council ever again.

The adults enjoyed each other's company as the kids entertained themselves on the swings, Obi-wan telling stories from his most recent missions to the Outer Rim, and Nadka sharing details of their family trip to watch the Galactic games where the brother of her husband had been competing in the long-distance running race. "I don't know why anyone would run that far these days when we have swoop bikes!" Anakin sat quietly, listening to the exchange of tales with pleasure, and was grateful that neither of them demanded that he tell any stories from recent life – though they might enjoy that one about the dubious items he found tucked under the corner desk in master Windu's office when he had been cleaning there the other day… He perked up and waited for a pause to join the conversation.

After a couple of hours, Nadka rounded up the gaggle of children, announcing that she was going to take them all to a new holovid comedy that had just come out at the bigscreen theatre in Cantara. "We'll come past tomorrow late morning to pick them up" Anakin promised, handing over the bags of overnight gear that Obi-wan had thoughtfully packed that morning. The kids were all happy to follow her off to the shuttle, Luke and Leia turning to wave at their father and uncle Obi as they left them behind.

Once they were alone, the two men turned to each other and smiled. "Now what?" asked Anakin. "It's been so long since I've had any time off from looking after those two that I'm not sure I remember how to do it" Obi-wan flicked a pebble at him, laughing when Anakin nonchalantly stopped it in mid-flight using the force and sent it back towards the older man, angled just right to slip down the back of his shirt. "Well, my dearest, how about we head back to the lakehouse, grab a drink and do some brainstorming of the myriad possible forms of entertainment we could indulge in?" It didn't take long to pack up their gear, after which Obi-wan took his young lover by the hand and they strolled back home.

Having finished putting everything away, Anakin turned the music back on at a low volume and joined Obi-wan on the couch, throwing his arm loosely over his partner's shoulders. Obi-wan started reeling off some options for the evening. "Ok, so let's see… we could blob out with a holovid" "meh, do that with the kids all the time" Anakin shook his head. "We could read books" Obi-wan offered, hopefully. "I know you'd love that Obi-wan but you can do that anytime, I want to do something special" the young man turned his intense gaze on Obi-wan's face as he emphasized the word special. "Well in that case we could go out for dinner at a nice restaurant" came the next suggestion. "Getting closer, but we'd probably just hand over a tonne of credits for food that isn't nearly as tasty as the food you cook here at home".

Nodding slowly, Obi-wan used the force to subtly turn the music up a bit louder, as he reached the option that he had had in mind all along. He grasped Anakin's hands and pulled him up to standing, where he wrapped his arms around his companion's lean torso and began moving gently in time to the music. "Or, based on your predilections from back when you were a freshly-knighted twenty year-old freed from the restraints of your dreary old master, we could go to a seedy nightclub, get completely trashed and make fools of ourselves on the dance-floor". He was gratified to see the look of amazement that washed over Anakin's handsome face as he grasped what Obi-wan had just said. "Really? You hate nightclubs! You would… you would do that with me?" "Anything. I would do anything with you, Anakin Skywalker" came the honest reply as their eyes met and held their gaze. "Wow…" mumbled Anakin, lost for words. "You always did come up with the best plans" he eventually said, giving Obi-wan a kiss. Obi-wan nestled his head against the taller man's shoulder as they lazily swayed to the beat.

Later that evening Obi-wan was brushing his thick auburn hair, having already put on his going-out outfit of a pair of smart navy trousers and a crisp white long-sleeved shirt with a wide and unbuttoned collar. He had just finished trimming his beard when he heard a whistle from behind. "Looking hot, Kenobi" Anakin said admiringly from the bedroom doorway. Obi-wan turned around and his jaw dropped. He had only seen the scruffy parent version of Anakin for years, but here was the young jedi in what to Obi-wan was his natural state: dressed for attention and devilishly attractive. He eyed Anakin from top to toe, taking in those lovely soft sun-streaked tresses, those vivid blue eyes framed by perfectly-shaped dark eyebrows, those luscious lips, that smooth smooth tanned skin… His eyes roamed down to the dark blue long-sleeved shirt that didn't cling tight but still somehow managed to accentuate that muscular upper body, tucked into - oh gods – a pair of tight black leather pants that suited both Anakin's body and his personality, with a blingy aurodium belt buckle – where the kriff had he got that from? - to finish it off.

"Do I look silly?" asked Anakin shyly after a while, wondering why Obi-wan was standing there frozen, just staring at him. Obi-wan shook his head slowly, still transfixed but finding his voice again. "No… You look… staggeringly beautiful". The two men just stood there, making love to each other with their eyes, until a loud honk came from outside indicating that their privately-ordered shuttle had arrived.

On entering their chosen nightclub, Obi-wan was relieved to find himself feeling totally anonymous, particularly in his party clothes. Here they were camouflaged, surrounded by dozens of other clubbers dressed just like them and engaging openly in 'uncivilised' behaviours. Obi-wan couldn't help but feel proud as he saw heads turn, both male and female, after Anakin as he made his way to the bar. That gorgeous piece of ass was his, and they could turn their heads all they wanted, only Obi-wan would be getting a taste of that tonight.

Anakin eventually returned to where Obi-wan was leaning against a wall with a couple of bright purple drinks with little umbrellas in. The pumping dance music was loud enough to make the floor shake, so talking was out of the question – but no-one came here to talk, anyway. Anakin stood close beside Obi-wan, moving his hips in time with the beat as he sipped on his Antakarian hull stripper – a drink guaranteed to help people lose their inhibitions. As he reached the bottom of his glass, he tried to coax the older man to join him on the dance-floor. Obi-wan hung back. "I'm not drunk enough yet for that kind of public display Anakin!" "I know something that'll fix that" Anakin replied with a wink, heading back to the bar.

When he came back, he was holding two tall glasses of a glowing crimson liquid, being careful not to spill them as he weaved through the throngs. He held one out triumphantly to his companion. "Rancor's breath!" he shouted, before moving closer to talk directly into Obi-wan's ear. "Not a chance that you won't come and make a 'public display' with me after you've finished that bad boy" he smirked. They agreed that Obi-wan would join Anakin on the dance-floor either when he was inebriated enough to dance, or when Anakin was drunk enough to need rescuing, whichever came first. The older man sipped at the fiery drink, watching as Mr sex-on-legs sashayed his way into the midst of the writhing crowds.

After the fifth stranger tried to make a move on Anakin, Obi-wan had had enough, threw back the rest of the liquor and went to claim the man as his own. In a haze of moving bodies, Anakin felt a pair of strong hands grab him, and grinned drunkenly as he turned to grind provocatively against his handsome lover. They danced increasingly wildly as the music relentlessly increased in tempo, until Obi-wan's restraint finally failed him and he dragged Anakin off the dance-floor, out to the back rooms where there were, by design, plenty of dark corners. Panting, they clawed at belts and buttons frantically until their throbbing erections were freed, thrusting against one another uncontrollably while consuming each other passionately with their mouths. Other clubbers may have passed by the two men as they brought each other off, but no-one paid any attention as everyone was here for the same reason.

Afterwards, the two jedi straightened up their clothes and took a private shuttle back to the lakehouse, where Anakin giggled as he struggled to put the key in the keyhole to unlock the door since palming it unlocked was out of the question in his current mental state. Obi-wan wrapped his arms around him from behind, his fingers fumbling to unbutton Anakin's shirt, before slipping his hand down the front of those tight black pants. "I thought you were worried that people could see us out here" Anakin reminded his assailant. "Don't care" mumbled Obi-wan against Anakin's skin as he finally got the door open and they stumbled into the house.

While Anakin pushed him backwards into the lounge, kissing him fervently, Obi-wan undid the last button on his dark blue shirt, pulling it off first one arm and then the other before dropping it on the floor. Hitting the dining table and making a pile of toys crash to the floor, Anakin tore Obi-wan's expensive shirt off in one move, sending buttons flying. "Anakin! That was my best shirt!" "I'll buy you a new one" promised the younger man, overcome with lust and impatient to get what he wanted. He grabbed Obi-wan's hands in his own, steering him backwards into the kitchen as he devoured the man's chest, taking his nipples into his mouth one by one and titillating them with the tip of his tongue.

Obi-wan was powerless to stop himself being shoved up against the kitchen bench – not that he wanted to – in the face of the onslaught of a drunk, extremely horny Chosen One. The force billowed around them, bringing the older jedi close to sensory overload as Anakin dropped any remaining effort to shield his energy. "Stang I want to be inside you right now, Obi-wan" he panted, his arms pinning his lover to the bench. "Well… here's a little something I prepared earlier" Obi-wan responded seductively, reaching down to unzip his own pants and edging them down. He had known that whatever tiny sliver of patience Anakin usually had would vanish under the influence of alcohol, so he had taken a few minutes in the club fresher to carefully prepare himself, in anticipation of this moment – another little trick he had learnt from Quinlan.

"Unbelievable" Anakin murmured dreamily as he stroked Obi-wan's hard-on before turning him around to face the other way. He quickly dropped his own pants, kissing the other man's newly-exposed skin as he bent down, and palmed the little bottle of lube into his hand. He generously greased up his enormous erection, before positioning his tip against Obi-wan's sweet spot and thrusting urgently, grunting as he forcefully impaled his lover on his shaft. Obi-wan felt like he might orgasm then and there, as he felt Anakin's huge cock penetrate and fill him more than he had ever been filled before. Anakin began to ease himself deeper into his love, until he felt a hand grab his ass and pull him roughly the whole way in. "I'm not a delicate little padawan Anakin, now fuck me hard" the older jedi demanded.

Needing no further encouragement, Anakin withdrew his length almost the entire way before pounding it back into Obi-wan, drawing a choked "fuck… yes!" from him. Anakin thrusted faster into him, their balls slapping against each other, and clamped his hand over Obi-wan's dripping cock so that Obi-wan found himself squeezed between Anakin deliciously and aggressively ramming into him from behind and that hand masterfully working his own erection. He felt Anakin tighten, letting Obi-wan know he was close to release. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" shouted the younger man as he climaxed. Feeling Anakin cum explosively deep inside him, Obi-wan tipped over the edge and spurted all over the kitchen bench as Anakin drove up hard inside him and held him there, the two men shuddering as they pressed together in a mutual state of ecstasy.

In a daze, Anakin eventually let Obi-wan go and pulled out of him, the lovers stumbling their way to the bedroom where they collapsed into each other's arms on the mattress. There they made love for the third and last time that night, slowly and tenderly, connecting so strongly in the force that it was as if they were no longer two separate people.