A/N: There's a sex scene towards the end of the chapter. Kudos to Meddlesome for correctly guessing what Quin's gift to Obi and Ani was, haha!

POV: Anakin Skywalker

I stared at the unwrapped box in Obi-Wan's lap and he looked mortified. I knew how this was going to end. He'd probably go off on a rant about how uncivilized Quin's gifts were. I was amused, but I felt slightly awkward. Thank God mom wasn't home to see this. She would have made things worse...

Obi-Wan finally cleared his throat. "Are you implying that we are eunuchs?" he asked with the most straight face I have ever seen. I smiled a little and looked down at him since he was sitting in front of the couch I was on.

Quin laughed heartily. Obi-Wan was so far from amused right now. "Do you like them?"

"You gave us a bright, red dildo." Quin could not stop laughing. It made Obi even more embarrassed. "You know damn well that we each have a working penis. What the hell are we going to do with this..." He gestured towards it in disgust. "...this thing?"

"Okay, so maybe that doesn't work for you." He shifted closer to Obi-Wan and pulled out another 'offending' item. "Nipples," he said with a smirk, dangling the clamps in front of my poor Obi's face. I felt awkward because I have used these before. My sweet virgin had never had things like this anywhere near him. "Cock," he said after replacing the clamps to pull out a ring.

I palmed my face and Obi-Wan gagged. "Anakin and I are perfectly happy having sex the way we have been," he countered hurriedly.

Quin shrugged. "Just giving you guys some variety."

"Anakin, tell me you–"

"Don't ask me to answer that," I whispered. Of course I was on his side. I just happened to like the idea of using the clamps and ring. He looked betrayed and I forced my eyes away from him.

"You're both big boys," Quin said. "Stop acting like the idea of tying Anakin to the bed and ravaging his sweet–"

"We don't need them, Quin!" He yelled and that startled us both. He glared at his best friend before shooting me a quick glance. "Put them in the box and put the box somewhere I'll never find it." I swallowed hard and nodded, immediately taking the items from Quin and promptly stuffing them into the box again. I left the living room and went into the back hall, setting it on top of the shelf. It was too high for Obi-Wan to reach, so it was perfect.

I had the feeling that his repulsion with the toys had to do with my past sexual encounters. He saw those toys as BDSM and I knew he'd never use them on me. He said he loved me too much to hurt me as a way to bring himself off. He didn't like hurting me when we made love, especially the few days when angry sex was the only sexual relief we had in each other's presence. He'd unintentionally been too rough and I'd cried, which made me feel as pathetic as I felt just thinking about it.

I sighed and started heading back towards the living room. "I'm sorry, Obi-Wan," Quin said sincerely. "I didn't know. I truly am sorry and I hope you can both forgive me. I didn't intentionally try to piss you off. I...I had no idea."

I bit my lip. Obi-Wan told him, so it was inevitable that I would go out there and receive Quin's pitiful smile. I didn't need pity. Yes, bad things happened in the past, but that's all they are. Past. I'm living in the here and now and my constant is Obi. I could forget all of my past problems because of him and he accepted me despite them. "It's fine, Quin. I just...I don't want to lose him. I lost Qui-Gon to a bullet. I can't lose Anakin to my selfishness. I can't hurt him." Selfishness? How would he be selfish? I knew he didn't want to use the toys, but...selfish? "I love him too much," he whispered. "If I lose him, I don't know what I'll do."

"You won't lose the kid, Wan. He's in it for the long run. You both are." I heard him clap Obi-Wan's shoulder and I could only imagine his grimace as Quin grinned widely. "He's a good man, as are you."

I smiled a little. "He's been gone too long," Obi-Wan said worriedly. I heard him leap from the couch and I immediately moved to walk into the living room. He looked relieved and stood until I was sitting on the couch, then he sat down again. "Did you find a good hiding place for it?"

"Mhm." I risked a glance at Quinlan and saw the look of pity in his eyes. I frowned and shifted my eyes to the white carpet. I didn't want to be pitied. I told Obi-Wan everything and answered additional questions he asked in a nonchalant way because I didn't want pity. If I hadn't gone through everything I did, I may not be here with Obi-Wan right now. That's how I chose to look at it. I was abused verbally and physically, used, cheated on, lied to, and I even lost Tru. If I wasn't meant to find someone as beautiful and loving as Obi-Wan, then I wouldn't have gone through all of that.

I didn't realize that Obi's hand was absentmindedly stroking my thigh until Quinlan spoke. "Kid–" He glanced at Obi-Wan's serious face and I looked at Quin. "Anakin," he corrected. "I'm very sorry for my inconsideration. I didn't mean to offend you."

"Stop looking at me like that," I muttered. Obi's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. At least he knew something was bothering me now. It wasn't the toys or even the fact that Quin thought he'd offended me. It was just that damn look of pity that got to me. I was tired of that look. I'd gotten it too much in high school and I couldn't take it anymore. When I went to school every day, I would always get those looks from my friends who knew part of my story as well as teachers who thought they could help.

I'd overdosed on my antidepressant pills when I was seventeen because those looks got to me. Everyone at the school found out about it since I was gone for about six months with treatments, counseling, and suicide watch. I couldn't tell Obi-Wan that just yet. I was too scared to. Yes, he accepted me for all of the other things I did. He accepted the alcohol, the cutting, the swearing, and the smoking to some extent though he wanted me to try to stop. Obi-Wan accepted me for the fucked up human being that I am. If that's not love, I don't know what is. "Ani?" he whispered.

Even Quin looked shocked. "Just...stop. I know I'm fucked up, okay? I don't need this bullshit."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Obi-Wan said hurriedly, grabbing me as though I would run away right this moment. His arms were around me and his head was leaned against my shoulder. "You are not fucked up. I love you for who you are and Quin cares about you, too."

I remained silent and Quin shifted closer to us. He rested a hand on my other shoulder and tried to give me a reassuring smile. "Obi's right, kiddo."

I sighed and Obi-Wan lifted his head, pressing his lips against the corner of my mouth. "I love you, Anakin. I love you so much." He started kissing down from my lips until I finally gave up and smothered his lips with my own. He moaned into my mouth and gripped my hips tightly.

A separate hand and mouth was on my neck and I jerked back at the same time Obi-Wan did. "Awe, come on!"

"Quin!" we shouted simultaneously. He smirked and Obi-Wan pulled me closer to him. I pressed my hand up against his chest and sighed. He kissed my hair, and then nuzzled his face against it.

"So did you guys get me anything for Christmas?" Quinlan asked cheerfully. In fact, Obi-Wan and I had gone shopping for him. Quinlan kept telling us what exactly he wanted, and so we both went out of our way to buy the best of the best.

"Yeah, one sec," I replied. Obi-Wan smiled as I got up and went into our bedroom. I grabbed the box from the closet and smirked. Obi-Wan had been very uncomfortable while we were in that store and we'd definitely received a few questionable glances as we walked out hand in hand with the gift.

I returned with the box, grinning. As soon as I handed it to him, he tore into it and I took my place on Obi-Wan's lap. He was sitting in the middle of the living room now. He rubbed my hip lightly, knowing it was the one that held the worst scars. I felt guilty for that. He dealt with every little fault I had. What exactly was I doing for him? What could I possibly do for him? Being sixteen years his junior, I wasn't exactly up to his level yet. Most of the music he liked was made before I was born and I tried so hard to like it, too. I agree that a portion of it was good, but... There were some songs that just should not have been written, or released.

When Quin finished, he grinned widely and his eyes lit up. He immediately knew that the idea for his gift had been mine. Obi-Wan would never go into a store to buy that. "Oh, kid, you know me so well." I chuckled and he pulled out one of the cases. "Where the hell did you get these anyway?"

"I...may or may not know someone in the industry."

His jaw dropped. "No way." I laughed a bit and he was awed. "Tell me who." I shook my head and he gave me a very serious look, silently asking me to tell him. I just sat there and smiled at him. That was personal information that I wasn't willing to share with anyone, which I had sworn to said someone that I wouldn't release their information. "Oh, come on, Anakin! Tell me already!"

"Sorry, man," I said, shrugging. "Some things need to be kept anonymous."

He rolled his eyes, then got up and moved closer to me. I was expecting a high five or a hug. Dumbass. You do not assume anything when it comes to Quinlan fucking Vos. I was not expecting him to grab the sides of my face and yank me into a bruising kiss. It was quick, thankfully, and Obi-Wan was bristled almost immediately, his arms winding around me possessively. "Kid, you are one amazing guy."

I chuckled and wiped his saliva off of my lips. He messed up my hair before he sat back down. Obi-Wan gaped at him, at a loss for words. I leaned back against him and his hand slid up my chest slightly. "My boyfriend is amazing because he knows a porn star?" he asked incredulously. I took the hand he'd placed on my chest and held it, craning my neck to look up at him. He sighed and rested his chin on the crown of my head.

He hated that he was only allowed this opportunity when I leaned against him like this or when he was lying on my back in bed. My height has caused him so much grief. He can hardly sneak up behind me and bite my neck and that frustrates him. Instead, he sneaks up behind me and bites my shoulder, which promptly leads us right into the bedroom.

"You've got your own little porn star right here at–" The pillow Obi-Wan had been sitting on was shifted out from underneath him quickly and simultaneously launched at Quin, hitting him directly in the face. "Seriously, Obi?" he whined. Obi-Wan only sighed.

•◊•

Mom almost immediately went to her bedroom, only giving me a smile in passing as soon as she came home. Obi and I had dinner with Quin and Obi-Wan sent him home as soon as it was over with. I sat on the couch silently for a few minutes, mulling over what I should say to mom. Obi-Wan, having finished cleaning the pots and pans as he said he'd do if I emptied and filled the dishwasher, sank to his knees in front of me and rested his hands on my thighs. "Why don't you come with me, Anakin?" he asked sweetly. "I still have to give you your gift." I gave him a small smile when he brushed his knuckles over my cheek. I nodded and he took my hands, thus lifting me from the couch as he rose from the floor. He led me towards our bedroom and pulled out a small box from his pants drawer. He gave me a nervous smile as he placed it in my palm.

I could see a slight panic in his eyes. He seemed to be second guessing his gift, but I'm sure I would love it. I clutched his tiny box in my hand and grabbed one of my own from beneath my pillow. I swiftly turned to mimic his actions, placing my gift to him in his palm. We silently agreed that we would open them together, and so we did.

My lips parted as I pulled out a silver locket. It was beautiful. I set the box down and held the locket in my hand, carefully opening it. I felt his eyes on me as my own began to water. There was a picture of us kissing as the sun set in front of us. We were merely silhouettes, but it was definitely the two of us. I remembered that day, too. We went to the beach before the icy winter set in. He'd picked me up and twirled me around, then we fell into the water, laughing. I chuckled and realized that mom must've taken the picture for us.

I looked up at him to see him smiling, my silver ring to him in his hand. He was reading the words I'd had engraved into the inside circle. Lyrics from our song were inside of it. He softly sang them, "Somebody dreams about you every single night…" He slid the ring onto his right ring finger, then came closer and held out his hands for my locket. I placed it in his palm gently and he undid the clasp, slipping his hands behind my neck to clasp it. He moved his hands over my shoulder slowly and shifted it so it rested on my collarbone. He kept one hand on my chest, just above my pounding heart. His other hand rose to stroke my cheek and I leaned into his palm, closing my eyes only for a moment.

We stared at each other in absolute silence. Lust and love burned like searing embers in his eyes. Before we realized it, I was straddling him on our bed. We kissed passionately, bruising one another with our lips. My locket dangled between us and touched his chest each time I moved my body against him.

Obi-Wan grabbed the hem of my shirt and yanked it up until it was off and cast away to the floor. I took a few moments myself after that to remove the offending clothing covering his upper body. As soon as we were both bare-chested, we were kissing again, just as heatedly as we had moments earlier. "I love you," I growled around his lips.

"I love you," he repeated huskily. He held my hips to keep me against him and he moaned into my mouth the moment I opened it to allow his tongue entrance. He pulled away not even a minute later to gasp for breath, pleading, "Make love to me." I could feel his hardness beneath me, but I didn't think he'd want me this quickly. Then again… I slid down his body, first kissing my way down his neck, then down his sternum. I glanced up at him and his mouth was open in a silent gasp. His right hand gripped my hair and I smiled. I earned myself another moan as I sucked on his right nipple.

Teasing him was always fun. I even went as far as rubbing my erection against his leg slowly, that is, until he flipped us over. I gasped at the unexpected movement and my breath was taken away as soon as I looked into his eyes.

He stripped us both down to nothing but our skin and decided that it was time to tease me. He licked over the head of my cock and then blew softly on it. I shivered and moaned loudly, which then was followed up with him taking my length into his mouth. He was getting so much more comfortable with this now. I hadn't pushed him to do anything. He pushed himself and then he actually started enjoying what he was doing to me since he knew firsthand how it felt when I did the same things to him.

"O-Obi," I stuttered. I gripped the bed sheets and he looked up at me seductively, sucking slower. My breathing was ragged and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer at this rate. I had a sudden idea and I knew he'd be okay with it. He was asking me a while ago if there were other positions and things we could do while in bed, perhaps things that didn't include penetrating sometimes.

I released the sheets and pushed myself up, pulling him towards me. He leaned over me and I nudged his hips, to which he gave me a confused expression. He allowed me to reposition him until he was chest to abdomen with me. Then he got the hint.

Without skipping a beat, he took me back into his mouth and I took him into mine. We both moaned and sucked slowly, wanting to draw this out as long as we possibly could. I loved the salty taste on him. No matter where I licked or sucked, he tasted amazing.

My hands instinctively rose to his hips and my tongue slid over his slit. I closed my eyes and bobbed my head back and forth as best I could with the damn bed beneath me. I had never done this from the bottom before, but it was pretty nice. His taste and the sensations he sent through my body were phenomenal.

I could feel his nails digging into my own hips, leaving crescent marks in their wake. He moaned again and the vibration around my cock made me inadvertently thrust up, thus gagging him. We both broke off and I started to stutter out an apology, but he interrupted me. "I'm fine, my love. I was just taken by surprise."

"I'll try not to do that again," I said, embarrassed. My face was heating up rapidly. I was ashamed to feel aroused by his gag reflex. I shouldn't want to do that to him on purpose.

He laughed lightly and pressed a kiss against the tip of my cock. "Anakin," he said, and I could imagine him shaking his head with that silly smile of his, "I've been thrusting into your mouth." I was surprised by the admission because I hadn't even noticed. "Your body reacted normally. Let it."

I sighed and kissed his thigh, rubbing his hip gently. "I love you, Obi-Wan." It felt so good to say that whenever I wanted to. There was never any pressure to say those words. There was never any guilt if I said it far too much. He loved me just as much as I loved him and we would probably never get tired of hearing it from one another.

"I love you, too," he breathed. He took me in again and I moaned quietly before doing the same to him. This was the very first time we had tried this position and I was glad he wasn't repulsed by it. It wouldn't be an everyday thing, but we could probably do this here and there. Well, we hadn't been having sex around his birthday, but I knew incredible birthday sex was in my future and I would provide it for him when his birthday rolled around again.

He actually thoroughly enjoyed himself, if his enthusiastic sucking was anything to go by. I finally realized just how deep he was sliding into my throat. How was I not gagging? Well, not that I was complaining. His thrusting was becoming more and more erratic and losing its rhythm, so I knew he was close. Warmth pooled up in my stomach simultaneously. I knew just how to get him to come and I did it. I gently grazed my teeth over his head, biting as lightly as I could and he nearly screamed in pleasure, bursting and releasing his seed into my mouth. I swallowed it quickly and appreciatively. His lips had once again closed around my throbbing hardness and I was panting rapidly with each suck that brought his lips just beneath the head.

He removed himself from my mouth, wanting to hear me scream his name as I always did and always would.

Of course, I hadn't counted on the fucking door opening the moment I orgasmed and cried out his name. That only led to my inevitable and unavoidable hell.