Darth Vader

No strings can hold me. can we have more of that one please? What’s Vader planning? do Obi Wan and Rex get some nice cuddle time or even a kiss? DOES VADER SEE THAT KISS IN A VISION?!

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Pacing
in the living room of his Senatorial apartment, Vader toxic yellow
eyes narrowed in hate and displeasure, rage wafting of him for anyone
to feel.

Even
those without Force could sense it, like a slithering layer of humid
heat against their skin but Vader did not care.

No,
he had things to think about, he had someone to find
but no way to get them back because he had no idea where they were
and that meant that he would have to lure his Jedi back to him.

However
there was an issue with that.

There
were many things in the galaxy that Obi-Wan Kenobi had once cared
about and most of them were gone.

Some
of them by Vader’s own hand and some of them by others.

Satine
Kryze by Maul’s hand, taking a rival down in Vader’s but also
leaving a gaping hole in Obi-Wan’s chest and losing Vader an
opportunity to leverage her over Obi-Wan even before Vader was
created.

The
same went for Qui-Gon Jinn, also taken away by Maul long before Vader
was even a thought in Sidious mind.

Anakin
Skywalker was weak and therefore was destroyed by Vader when he was
created in fire and blood, he wasn’t foolish enough to consider
that Obi-Wan would come running back for a few heartfelt words and it
wouldn’t trick him into thinking ‘Anakin’ was back and there
was no way whoever had him would let him run back.

The
Jedi temple perhaps?

But
that would include destroying Sidious and Vader wasn’t quite ready
for that, regardless how much he hated the old creep, he still needed
him to teach him, to control the populace and to show him more of the
Sith’s way.

There
were the holocrons of course, Obi-Wan might return for the holocrons
of the Jedi but whoever he was with, who made him smile, would not
let him run off for that without being protected.

Then
there was the Jedi order itself… less said about that and its
members, the better, there were no one left that Obi-Wan would come
running for right now.

Ahsoka
was a viable vector honestly but Vader didn’t have
her, regardless how much he searched for his former padawan, she too
had disappeared into so much dust of the galaxy and every summon and
request he had sent out had been ignored.

Either
Ahsoka was dead or she had turned on him too.

There
was no one else that Vader could see Obi-Wan be willing to stick his
head out for left in the entire gala-Vader froze in the middle of his
living room floor, his eyes widening in shock before narrowing in
contemplation once more as the breeze blew the heavy dark curtains
gently on the floor.

There
was one soul.

Now
that Vader truly allowed himself to think about
it.

One
soul, one person that was within his grasp that Obi-Wan cared for
enough to be willing to risk not
only his life for but also his soul and maybe whoever he was with.

One
man.

Reaching
for his comm link, Vader stared at the Jedi temple in the distance as
he typed in a code.

It
was quickly picked up. “Lord Vader sir, this is Commander Fox, at
your disposal.” A clear and familiar voice came through.

Licking
his lips, Vader settled back on his heels. “Commander, I want you
to have the 212th
brought to Coruscant and in particular, to have Commander Cody
transferred to my personal squad, effective immediately.”

There
was a pause, surprise clear even over the audio only comm before it
crackled. “Of course sir, I will start making arrangement to have
them transferred to you Lord Vader.” Fox promptly responded.

Smiling
slowly, lips curling cruelly, Vader shut down his comm, staring at
the old Jedi temple turned Imperial castle. “…One person. Let’s
see how long you will hide once you know where Commander Cody is, my
dear Obi-Wan.” All
Vader would need to do is to orchestrate some information spilling.

But
that wouldn’t be so hard now would it, after all, the 212th
colors were still the bright orange.

And
Obi-Wan had always cared for his commander.

Pushing
ugly jealousy away, Vader continued smiling darkly at the old temple,
full of besmirched memories.

‘I’ll
have you back soon Obi-Wan… soon.’

()()()

Shivering,
goosebumps breaking out under his leathers, Obi-Wan looked around in
confusion as he stepped closer to Rex side.

“Is
something wrong?” Rex paused, letting the others disembark and
slide away into the crowds to collect supplies as they were separated
to different vode. “Ben?” He leaned in a bit, his hand coming to
grasp Obi-Wan’s.

“I…
I don’t know. For a moment I just felt cold.” Obi-Wan returned
quietly, tightening his hold on Rex hand.

Alert,
Rex glanced around too, now on guard before quietly pulling Obi-Wan’s
hood up. “…Let’s not stir up any trouble then.” He murmured
quietly, both of them keeping to the shadows and trying to remain out
of view for any cameras they saw.

It
could be nothing of course, but both Obi-Wan and Rex knew that the
Force was a handy ally.

And
even just a feeling to a Force sensitive could be important to listen
to.

Rex
slid his arm around Obi-Wan, tucking him into his side as they moved
towards a junkyard, a few machine components on their list that they
could hopefully get cheap as they remained on guard throughout the
day.

“Am I allowed to defend myself?” Obi-Wan asked in a small voice, “or will you hurt me?” -Vaderkin’s Gift

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Checking
their bags for the third time, Anakin frowned at the contents before
mentally sighing. It was his own fault that Obi-Wan did not have
proper travel clothes, this could only be blamed on himself and they
would have to find some proper garments while on the move.

‘Least
he fits into my leggings even if they have to be rolled up at the hem
and
are a tiny bit snug on the hips.
But he needs a
proper
outfit,
at
least two proper tunic’s and two undershirts to ensure he will
remain warm. Not
to mention his own leggings that are actually fit for travel if I
intend to keep bringing him on my missions’
Anakin mused at the contents.

At
least Obi-Wan had a robe, that was easy enough to get out of the
quartermaster storage
for a human Obi-Wan’s size, so a nice, fitting black robe to cover
him up until they could get the rest, keeping the other warm and
ensuring some coverage.

Glancing
to the Jedi in question, Anakin paused, his hands in the bag as he
took in Obi-Wan quietly tugging on his sheer
shirt hem while sitting on the edge of their now shared bed.

Straightening
slowly, Anakin left
the bag be and instead sat down beside Obi-Wan, looking at the Jedi.
He looked worried, a bit sad but also frightened as he glanced at
Anakin too. “…What’s wrong Obi-Wan?” Anakin reached in,
grasping the others hand, rubbing his thumbs over the others knuckles
slowly, awkwardly.

He
honestly wasn’t used to giving comfort to someone else, Sith life
wasn’t about giving others comfort.

But
he was learning.

Learning
for Obi-Wan’s sake.

Opening
his mouth, Obi-Wan glanced at him before pausing, closing his mouth.
He swallowed heavily before finally speaking. “Am
I allowed to defend myself?” Obi-Wan asked in a small voice, “or
will you hurt me?” He
tacked on.

Blinking
at that, Anakin stared at him before breathing out, shaking his head.

Then
he stood, letting go of Obi-Wan’s hand, moving over to his dresser.

Opening
up his underwear drawer, Anakin pushed the boxers aside to reveal a
small hole in the wooden dresser. Reaching into his belt pouch, he
pulled out a small, wooden key that he placed into the hole, opening
up the false bottom.

Under
his underwear, hidden behind enforced tree where no one would sense
them, were Anakin’s greatest treasures from
his past, unseen by anyone else in the temple.

His
mother’s yellowing
handkerchief, made of rough bantha wool, the leather and japor
bracelet
she had gifted him with for his fourth birthday, her necklace in the
same japor and braided leather string, the
bright blue polished stone Kitster had given him and the slightly
whiter handkerchief with Anakin’s name stitched onto by Wald.

Gifts
from his past, the
momentum hidden from the rest of the Sith, kept from view because he
knew his master wanted Anakin to keep nothing of the past that could
be positive.

But
one more item rested among the relics of the past.

One
from the present.

Reaching
in, Anakin pulled out the slim silver and black hilt, carefully
pulling the lid back over his little treasures that reminded him of
his mother and friends to hide them from other Sith and particularly
his master.

Then
he turned to Obi-Wan, meeting the wide eyed Jedi.

Of
course Obi-Wan had recognized the saber the moment the lid was off
the enforced tree work. It
was his after all.

Moving
over, Anakin sat back down beside Obi-Wan and took his hand, gently
pressing the saber into it. “Sidious gifted me with this when he
gifted you to me, most likely as a trophy to taunt you with in
the future when you were in my control,
I however believe,”
He paused, unsure what to say before sighing. “…I
expect you to defend yourself against those who would harm you… and
to return to me.” Anakin
murmured quietly, on
guard as he watched Obi-Wan closely.

He
was aware the risk he was taking.

With
this, Obi-Wan could potentially kill him and escape.

Revenge
wasn’t the style of a Jedi, so he didn’t fear really being killed
all that much, more
maimed really.
But escape…

Obi-Wan
could with this.

Anakin
had just handed him the tool to his own escape if he should desire
it.

It
was a mighty risk but when Obi-Wan let out a soft sob and then threw
his arms around Anakin, the saber held tightly in his hand still,
Anakin knew he had done the right thing as Obi-Wan repeated his
mantra of thank you into Anakin’s dark robe, clinging to the Sith.

Pressing
his nose to the now long red hair, Anakin breathed out. “Just keep
on returning to me, that’s all I ask for in return.” He
whispered.

Hello there Moddy! Long time no promot from me xD So in #dociledoll: Obi-Wan is slowly healing under the care of clones and I love it. And what with Vader? Any interesting stuff? Any search for Obi-Wan?

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Standing
on the bridge of Homebase as the group of refugees and clones were
busy refueling at a depot and restocking, Obi-Wan glanced around the
bridge with a small smile as he took in the relaxed atmosphere
around.

Nine
months after they had ran off from the burgeoning Rebellion and they
were still keeping one step ahead of the Rebellion, that they
occasionally worked with and two steps ahead of the Empire and Vader.

Allowing
those who had been injured or had losses to heal somewhat.

Now,
Obi-Wan would claim that he himself was doing a lot better than when
he was with Vader but he wouldn’t state that for sure as he
sometimes had periods where his mind was utterly blank and needed
someone to snap him out of his episodes.

The
Sith drug had properly hampered his mind but the episodes were
happening less and less over the months and all the troopers he
worked with on Homebase knew how to help him out of those spots.

But
they were still the evidence of when he was the ‘Doll of the
Empire’ as he had seen a Rebellion bulletin on once, though he
hadn’t gotten to read much of it before Rex was there, his jaw
white as he dragged Obi-Wan away with protective anger oozing into
the Force.

Nightmares
were still an issue, but Rex…

Obi-Wan
snuck a glance at the former captain, finding the man murmuring quiet
orders to Boil and Waxer about the fuel gauge and water levels.

Rex
was a blessing, he’d still sit with his arm around Obi-Wan and just
hold him, letting him calm down from the nightmares that haunted
Obi-Wan’s every step and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel…

Cheeks
color, Obi-Wan crossed his arms defensively over his chest, looking
down at his feet.

No,
he shouldn’t be feeling that way.

Rex
was a friend, a great friend, who came to his aid when the need was
great and Obi-Wan should tell the thing beating in his chest to shut
u-

Glancing
up in surprise at the sound of music that cut his thoughts off,
Obi-Wan let out a surprised noise as he recognized the waltz of
Beneda before looking over to Lamb, the young clone giving him a
small grin before pointing at the viewfind, past the hovering ships
around them. “The fuel depot is hovering in range of a radio shows
signal, they’re currently playing music and since we’re
refueling, we can catch the signal.” He explained happily before
leaning his elbows on the control board he was sat at, closing his
eyes to listen with a pleased sigh.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan let a slow smile cross his lips at that, glancing to find the
radio satellite they were in range of, swaying lightly to the tune.

He
remembered this song well, it was one Qui-Gon had used when he was
teaching Obi-Wan how to formal dance as a young padawan and Obi-Wan
had done so badly back then, stepping on Qui-Gon’s big feet as the
man laughed softly and assured him that it was normal.

Oh
how he had despised that song as a teen.

He’d
grown to love it as an adult, it reminded him of happy days as
Qui-Gon’s padawan, learning to dance at his master’s side for
socialites functions, laughing with his master when he tripped over
his own feet.

“May
I have this dance my liege?” A teasing voice suddenly murmured,
Obi-Wan jumping a bit in shock as he found Rex suddenly beside him in
a half bow, hand extended with a small smile on his lips.

Lips
twitching in return, Obi-Wan glanced around the bridge at the amused
glances thrown their way before accepting Rex hand with a small
chuckle. “Why, my dashing knight, I accept.” He grinned wryly,
smile growing into a wide, genuine one when Rex pulled him into a
Galactic Basic waltz of all thing.

Maybe
he shouldn’t be shocked as Rex hand pulled him close while his
other came down on Obi-Wan’s waist, guiding him along carefully.
Rex had always been a clever trooper, who could be creative and pick
up knowledge.

Absently,
as he rested his hand on Rex shoulder, Obi-Wan noted Waxer pulling
Boil to dance too but his focus was on the captain in front of him.
“Been a while since I danced.” Obi-Wan confessed, struggling not
to step on the others toes.

Where
had all those Jedi grace and manners gone?

Chuckling,
Rex spun them lightly around. “Well, been a while since we had the
freedom to dance or the music for it. No one said we couldn’t
indulge a bit when we had the chance.” Rex noted softly, smiling at
Obi-Wan.

‘He
smells of mint and oranges…’ Obi-Wan noted, his chest feeling
warm and content.

()()()()

Yellow,
toxic eyes snapped open to glare at the wall, the curtains of the
room shredding under the immense power as the carpets ripped and
furniture warped.

“Who
are you smiling for Obi-Wan?” Vader growled, dragging his nails
over the meditation mat before he snapped to his feet, leaving behind
a ruined room after his attempted scrying for his
Jedi,

Obi-Wan
was happy, dancing in someones arms, smiling at someone… and it
burned
Vader to know.

He’d
have the other back.

He
was going to have Obi-Wan back or the galaxy would burn.

Eep! I love vaderkinsgift! Does Vader hurt Maul? Does anyone else hear about the incident? Does Obi lose any of the respect or standing that he gained by humiliating Maul now that he was unable to fend him off? Also, does Vader cuddle him after the assault?

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Glancing
back at Obi-Wan, dismissing Maul temporarily, Anakin pressed his lips
together as he saw the state of the other, tear and snot soaked face
and shirtless, the purple sheer tunic he had gifted Obi-Wan with
earlier that very week laying ripped on the ground.

Swirling
his black robe off, Anakin slid it around Obi-Wan’s shoulders as
his pet Jedi continued to hold his throat, trembling faintly.

But
he didn’t flinch from Darth Vader as the man covered him up and
paused long enough to stroke his hand over the others red hair as
Obi-Wan pulled the robe more tightly around himself.

Unacceptable.
“I believe I made it clear that this Jedi was only mine.” Anakin
stated quietly, hand lingering on Obi-Wan’s hair before
straightening and turning around, a sneer on his lips

Maul,
having managed to push himself around on his metal legs so he was at
least kneeling, sneered back at Vader. “If the little slut can’t
defend himse-” He didn’t get to finish his words, Anakin slamming
him back into the wall and pulling him up, the zabrak snarling and
kicking his legs uselessly before he finally grasped the Force and
returned the favor.

Anakin
was pulled off his feet at a wave of Maul’s left hand, growling as
he hit the wall rather hard, though he managed to get his hands
between himself and the wall to take off some of the pressure.

Maul,
however, erred on the side of caution this time and when Anakin
turned around, he caught the glimpse of the others boot slipping
around the corner as Maul made his escape.

Snorting
in disgust, Anakin shook his head even as he inwardly snarled and
raged and promised revenge on the damn zabrak for touching what was
his.

No
matter, Anakin had time for revenge later.

Instead
he turned and knelt down in front of Obi-Wan, cupping his chin and
raising the others head to get a good look at his neck.

It
was bright red and was sure to bruise.

“He
got you good, huh.” Anakin noted quietly before reaching in,
pausing when Obi-Wan flinched, staring at him with wide, terrified
green eyes.

He
didn’t like it.

That
was a surprise but Anakin didn’t like the fear in those eyes, he
liked Obi-Wan’s fire and resistance, the way he hid smirks in
Anakin’s leggings when he took pot shots at the Sith with his words
and did his little dance of defiance.

It
amused him and… and Anakin was fond of it.

Slowly,
he reached in, keeping his eyes on Obi-Wan’s as he placed his
fingertips to the bruised skin.

A
spark went off, surprise in Obi-Wan’s eyes and then the green eyes
closed with relief as Anakin slowly healed the abused throat and
skin.

“We’ll
get you some nice tea once in my quarters,” Anakin murmured
quietly, keeping his fingertips to the skin as the healing
continued. Obi-Wan opened his eyes in response to the words, blinking
tiredly at Anakin. “How does your throat feel?” He prodded the
Jedi carefully with as he removed his fingers, though keeping his
grasp on the clefted chin.

Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan cleared his throat then winced a bit. “Sore…
but better than a moment ago.” He whispered out, his voice rough.

Nodding,
Anakin frowned as he raised his free hand and slowly wiped at the
others wet face with his sleeve, taking care to be gentle with his
now skittish Jedi. He hadn’t seen Obi-Wan like this since Sidious
had gifted the Jedi to him and even then Obi-Wan eyes had been as
full of defiance as it had been with fear.

Now
he was just scared, even if some of it had faded in response to
Anakin’s actions and it was all Maul’s fault that Anakin’s pet
was now as skittish as a beaten dog.

‘I’m
going to kill him.’ Anakin thought sourly as he thought of Maul.

Finally
Anakin let go of and stood, holding his hand down to the other and
pulling Obi-Wan up, tucking the other under his arm as Obi-Wan held
the robe tight around himself, the hem of the dark folds dragging on
the marble floor as Obi-Wan was nowhere as tall as Vader. “Well, a
cup of tea and a long soak in the tub does sound like a perfect
evening.” He drawled, trying to pull some of the former arrogance
into his voice even as he awkwardly felt a bit like a protective bear
over a cub.

The
awkwardness felt weirdly acceptable when Obi-Wan tucked himself
closer into Anakin, following with one hand reaching out from under
the robe to hold onto Anakin’s silken tunic. “Yes Lord Vader…”
The Jedi whispered, voice hoarse and subdued.

Anakin
just tightened his grasp on his
Jedi.

#Vaderkins gift: I would imagine Maul would not be happy about being embarrassed….how about him cornering Obi alone and Ani rescuing him like the dark avenging angel he is. And Obi is GRATEFUL.

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He
had been given more freedom, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what to feel about
that.

After
the incident with Darth Maul, Sidious had been summoned of course as
the zabrak had complained to the Sith lords above all.

To
Obi-Wan’s shock, kneeling at Vader’s side with his head on the
man’s lap, Sidious had just cackled loudly when he was told the
story, amused and maybe impressed with Vader’s ‘control’ of
Obi-Wan.

He
hadn’t punished anyone and anyone who would listen could hear
Sidious gloatingly going about telling people how his apprentice had
a pet Jedi.

Vader
looked smug and powerful in all of it as Obi-Wan stayed close to his
side, feeling yellow eyes lingering on him at all times in public.

But
there was a change.

Before
it had been lusty, hateful looks that mocked.

They
were still hateful of course and still lusty but now they were also
considering, less licking of lips and more thoughtful eyes
that scanned him.

Obi-Wan
wasn’t sure if that was better or not.

And
he was uncertain about the freedom he now enjoyed.

He
was wearing the collar Vader had given him, he was wearing a tracker
of course but Vader had given him less sheer clothes even if they
still revealed a lot and
Obi-Wan was allowed to walk about as he wished instead of staying in
Vader’s vicinity at all times.

If
Vader was busy, Obi-Wan was released to walk the Sith temple, had his
own comm and a map of the temple, of green lit rooms he was allowed
to go to.

He
had even been allowed to go to a large bathing section and after
scouting it out for a few days, Obi-Wan had dared to enter when he
knew there was next to no Sith there that had interest in humans.

He
had been stared at of course, with interest and consideration but he
had been left in peace for bathing, taking a long soak and even a
swim in the large pool much to his own delight before returning to
Vader.

The
man had taken a long hour just to nuzzle and sniff Obi-Wan after the
wash, his eyes intrigued at Obi-Wan’s own pick of washing scents
and maybe also just to check that no one had touched Obi-Wan on his
time out.

It
was… nice.

Nice
to get out.

Well,
not out out
after all but still, the Sith even had gardens, several of them and
large and Obi-Wan had to admit he enjoyed the water garden and he was
actually walking to it through
one of the less traveled hallways he had managed to identify
when suddenly he was slammed hard against the wall, the only warning
being a flash of pure wrath and the pitiful light side in the Sith
temple trying to warn him.

To
late, Obi-Wan hit the wall hard, gasping for air as he wrapped his
hands uselessly around his throat as his eyes bulged out from the
lack of air, Maul walking into the his line of vision as the zabrak
glared at him hatefully.

“Finally,”
Maul sneered, closing the distance with the clicking noise of his
mechanical legs. “I
got you, you little whore.” He sneered, clenching his hand.

Obi-Wan’s
gaze darkened as his vision swam with the lack of air before Maul let
him breath some as he still held him up against the wall.

Kicking
his legs uselessly, Obi-Wan wheezed at Maul, mentally screaming
because he didn’t want this to be it.

He
had only just started to get his freedom back, for all that he was in
emotional turmoil, he had started to work towards something of an
understanding with Vader and no-

He
gave a choked cry, tears of pain and the lack of oxygen starting to
roll down his cheek as Maul sneered up at him before the Sith reached
out and roughly ripped Obi-Wan’s silky purple tunic off, throwing
it to the ground with a flutter.

Unable
to think, Obi-Wan felt horror bloom in his veins as even like this he
understood the others intention, more tears and also snot now
trailing down his face.

He
screamed mentally once more only to choke and struggle when Maul’s
hand reached into his leggings, cupping him harshly.

“Well,
you’re not that impressive here, are you, you little slut,” Maul
sneered before his hand moved, reaching back. “Let’s see if
this is where Vader finds your worth, show
me
how
loose you are who-” Before he could however, Maul went flying into
the wall, crashing into the opposite wall to Obi-Wan as the Jedi hit
the floor on his knees, choking and coughing as he wrapped his hands
protectively around his neck.

Coughing,
Obi-Wan looked up as dark boots stepped into view, blinking up at
Vader’s back as the other stood in front of him like an avenging
angel of death, a snarl more fearsome than any rancor on a rampage on
his face.

Obi-Wan’s
protector had arrived.

I don’t prompt often (anxiety is fun, heh) but I really want to know what happens in SleepReaction (I hope that’s the name?) Does Vader/Anakin actually go through with poisoning Obi-Wan? Personally, I kinda want Obi-Wan to /almost/ die so Anakin realizes that was a really bad idea. (Please don’t actually kill Obi I don’t want to be sad, lol)

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Whimpering
faintly as an arm slid under his upper back, Obi-Wan weakly grasped a
hold of Anakin’s tunic lapels. “Easy,
easy.” The
yellow eyed man murmured as
Obi-Wan let out a soft little moan as Anakin slowly propped him up
against his own body, the blond carefully setting the rim of a cup of
water to his lips so Obi-Wan could slowly drink. It felt like
ambrosia going down his throat, chilled enough to be blissful but not
hurt as it traveled down his pipe and soothed his stomach.

And
then it promptly came up, Obi-Wan vomiting bile and water on himself,
the bed and Anakin, groaning in mortification, pain and confusion.
“I-I’m so-”

“Shhhh,”
Anakin set the glass aside, his brows creased in worry as he petted
Obi-Wan’s hair gently. “It’s alright, it’s just a bit of
vomit, it can be cleaned Obi-Wan.” He murmured softly before
pulling the blanket off the Jedi.

Shivering
at the coolness, Obi-Wan whimpered at the air before yelping when
Anakin lifted him, one arm below his back and one below his thighs.

“I’ll
get one of the servants to change the bedding, but you need to get
cleaned up and put to bed.” Anakin murmured, carrying him towards
the fresher with the large sunken down tub.

Looking
down at himself, Obi-Wan swallowed thickly and then nodded.

He
needed to be cleaned up, smelling of sourness and covered in bile as
he was.

And
so was Anakin.

The
yellow eyed man carefully set Obi-Wan down on the closed toilet,
carefully undoing the others white silk PJ
top
and throwing it towards the hamper. “There we go, I’m just gonna
undress and join you too Obi-Wan. Lets not waste the water for
a second bath… not that you could bath alone master.”
Anakin murmured, a
concerned smile on his face.

“Okay…”
Obi-Wan swallowed before sniffling a bit. “But can I rinse my mouth
before we get in the water Anakin? I… I might vomit again if we
don’t.” He whispered out,
feeling pathetic.

He
didn’t even know what was wrong
with him.

One
day, Obi-Wan had woken up, feeling vaguely nauseous but he had
ignored it and continued his days as best he could, trying his best
to ignore Anakin while keeping in shape.

But
slowly and steadily, his health declined until he could barely walk,
vomiting almost at the sight of food most days, diarrhea, muscle
aches, auras in his visions, dizzy fits and cold and heat fits.

Anakin
had been good to him, despite everything else he had done under the
title Darth Vader, he had immediately started to care for Obi-Wan,
his face creased in worry, yellow eyes wide as he personally carried
Obi-Wan around, fed him, bathed him and held him through muscle
spasms.

“Of
course Obi-Wan.” Anakin smiled gently at him, removing his own
tunic before standing and fetching a glass, dropping some mint into
the water to let Obi-Wan rinse his mouth out.

()()()()

Honestly,
Anakin wasn’t sure on how badly the plant toxic effected Obi-Wan.

He
had been prepared for the nausea and the muscle pain but this…

Glancing
worriedly at the other, Anakin slapped on a smile and gave Obi-Wan
the mint water, letting him rinse as Anakin moved to turn the tap on
and add some nice, relaxing sapir oil to the water.

‘It’s
for the best,’ Anakin assured himself. ‘If he was well, he’d
fight and struggle and deny me. Like this he lets me take care of
him, lets me hold him and do what’s best for him. I
just need to keep the dosage low and gradual…’ Anakin glanced
back at Obi-Wan, watching how his hand shook as he settled the mint
glass on the sink, his entire body trembling as he sweated bullets.
‘…It’s for the best.’

#Vaderkinsgift… I love it so much. Do the other Sith know Obi-Wan was sexual with Vader? Can they tell by looking at him? Would they mock him? Would Vader verbally defend Obi-Wan? If this is too detailed an ask, I’m sorry. I’ll take pretty much anything in this AU if you want to write something else.

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Settling
uncertainly down at Vader’s feet, resting
his rear on his heels,
Obi-Wan gave a short glance around the mess hall before just closing
his eyes and settling his head against the man’s thigh. For some
reason the other wasn’t taking his meal in his own rooms today and
Obi-Wan was expected to behave
today.

Not
that he had been thinking about rebelling in a while.

At
least not in the way that Vader meant.

He
was going to behave in front of others and look like an obedient
little Jedi to everyone and in private…

Well,
he wasn’t what he used to be, he didn’t fight half as much but he
wasn’t something meek that Vader could walk all over even if the
other had figured out how to make him squeak with pleasure.

Watching
his ‘master’ curiously, Obi-Wan watched as he removed his left
glove, dropping it on the table they had chosen as the blond glanced
watchfully around the room to take in who was watching them as he
dropped his hand into Obi-Wan’s hair.

He
wouldn’t deny that gentle touch of Vader’s ungloved hand stroking
through his grown out hair was rather pleasant though, the slow
rubbing of his scalp and the teasing of his hair as Vader waited on
his food from the lower level acolyte.

A
surprisingly soft if angry voice suddenly spoke up, invading
Obi-Wan’s senses as he was actually enjoying that head petting. “I
see you finally fucked your little pet.” Someone sneered and
Obi-Wan opened his eyes curiously to glare up at the redskinned
zabrak in front of them.

Vader,
paused in his petting, glaring up with Obi-Wan at the man. “What I
do with my
property is quite up with me Maul.” He sneered at him.

Obi-Wan
twitched a bit at being refereed to as property but in the end, that
was what he was.

The
man, Maul, growled back. “That’s Darth to you, Vader.” He
snapped.

“Considering
even my pet could beat you, your title is not worth osik.” Vader
sniggered, a scatter of mocking laughter erupting around the room.

‘Huh,
I had no idea a zabrak could blush, or is that a blush?’ Obi-Wan
mused, remaining still against the others leg. ‘Oh
no, it’s just blood rushing to his head because of anger.’
Obi-Wan raised his head a bit from the leg.

“You
petty little whore, I’m going t-” What Maul was going to do,
Obi-Wan had no idea, but he was hungry, they were all consumed in
their little petty fight and Vader did
say that even his ‘pet’ could beat Maul.

And
with that said, Obi-Wan grasped the Force and flung Maul right into
the black marble floor with a lazy wave before settling his head on
Vader’s leg again, looking hopefully up at him as the Sith
collapsed in a heap of limbs.

A
breathless silence filled the room before Vader laughed loudly,
throwing his head back to cackle when Maul simply remained laying in
a pile as another yellow and burly zabrak raced over to him

And
then Vader was leaning forward and dropping his hands to Obi-Wan’s
face, cupping it with a wicked smile on his face that made his yellow
eyes glitter in wicked amusement and stunned awe. “I was not
expecting that, but well done Obi-Wan. My clever little Jedi.” He
crooned before pressing several rewarding kisses all over Obi-Wan’s
face before taking Obi-Wan’s lips in a harsh, demanding kiss,
nipping at his lips and sucking on them until they swelled up and
then sitting back to laugh more, his ungloved hand buried once more
in Obi-Wan’s hair as Obi-Wan’s kiss bruised lips now tingled.

()()()

Oh
this was just brilliant.

Anakin
couldn’t stop cackling as Savage picked up his brother and carried
the karking looser away like the weakling he was.

When
he had said that even Obi-Wan could beat him, that hadn’t been
permission really for the other to do just that but he had apparently
taken that as a hint to get Maul out of the way by sending the
cybernetic enhanced, no cocked zabrak crashing into the wall with a
wave of the Force, one that had looked so beautifully elegant and
backed with so much power.

He
was suddenly very glad for trusting Obi-Wan without the suppressor in
his system because this was just golden, to see Maul go crashing into
the wall with his metal legs.

Oh,
that had
to hurt, that weight.

Glancing
down at his Jedi, Anakin couldn’t help but grin widely as he
thought of appropriate rewards for his little Jedi. “Such a
wonderfully, clever little Jedi,” He crooned, grinning delightedly
when Obi-Wan shivered slightly as Anakin scratched at his scalp. “My
beautiful
Jedi.”

How about some Vader angst?

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Try
as he might, he can’t deny it forever.

Regardless
how deep he tries to bury it, Vader can not ever really forget that
he was once Anakin Skywalker.

And
Anakin Skywalker, regardless how weak he was, loved people with all
of his heart.

Maybe
that’s why he spares the child with bright copper hair and green
eyes, the large eyes and the fright twisting the Force of someone who
looks
so like him.

And
so Vader leaves a survivor.

Later,
when the Inquisitors dares to question him, he just impatiently
clicks his tongue and growls at them, shoving both of the impertinent
fools up against the durasteel wall with a wave of the Force, “If
no survivors exist, then the stories of what happens will not spread,
only rumors. The child however will spread the news of what I did.”
He had dropped them and stomped away after that, his robe flaring
like black wings around him, ignoring the whispering behind him and
the stench of fear in the Force.

Vader
had always been good at scaring people.

Sidious
had made good use
of his ability to frighten and cower people into submission.

But
not even Sidious can imagine the truth.

Because
Vader didn’t leave that child alive because of any grandiose plan.

No,
he left him alive because for one minute, for one long minute, he had
looked at that child and seen Obi-Wan.

Large
green eyes had been replaced with half squinted ones, the frightened
twist of the lips had been replaced with a wry grin and copper hair
groomed impeccably as easy quips passed lips framed with a copper
beard.

The
sight should have made him angry, it should have made him snap the
child’s neck.

And
yet all he had felt at that moment was a wealth of pity and fear.

And
he had wanted Obi-Wan back in that moment.

‘But
that will never happen, will it.’ Vader let the door of his cabin
close.

Slowly
he crossed the room, the sound of his boots on the durasteel as he
finally let go, his aching lungs taking in as deep a breath as he
could as Vader moved around the meditation pod to the back of it
where a chest was stashed.

It
was a pretty thing he guessed, if he could see anything other than
red through the lenses. He knew it was suppose to be durasteel silver
and black, with the reader pad on the top and an ornate design of the
Open Circle.

‘It’s
yellow and red, do you remember?’ A soft voice whispered suddenly
in the back of his mind and for once Vader didn’t snarl at it to
silence and the dragon in his chest didn’t interrupt.

A
gentle click of a lock when Vader pushed his glove covered mech hand
to the reader and the sliding of the Force on the internal, delicate
physical lock and it opened seamlessly to him as always to reveal
it’s contents.

A
silver and black lightsaber hilt, a copper length of braided hair with little colored bands and beads and
a brown robe carefully folded.

‘Obi-Wan.’

How
could a dead man haunt his mind so deeply?

Picking
up the robe, Vader studied it as he had done a thousand times before.

Thread
count and fabric, homespun and rough from Tatooine, spun
from bantha fur from Tatooine.

Tatooine,
where else would Vader never
look, where the ghost of Shmi Skywalker kept him at bay.

A
single moment of hesitation and then Vader unclipped his cape to fall
on the ground, replacing it with the robe though he did not slide his
hands through the sleeves, only rested them on his shoulders before
picking up the braid and opening his meditation pod, stepping in with
the braid and the robe.

The
only place he could breath without aid was in here, once the pod
closed as the air filled with misting bacta allowing him to remove
his helmet to breath
without assistance as his burned lungs ached and burned with pain any
other time except inside the meditation chamber as his burned face
and sensitive skin came into view with the removal of his helmet.

Settling
the braid in his lap for a moment, Vader reached up to unclamp his
helmet, taking a shuddering breath of the medicated air.

He
coughed, it hurt despite it all and he needed a moment to adjust to
the cooler air stinging down his lungs as the white of the pod hurt
his eyes.

But
he adapted, slowly, much slower than before he burned.

But
finally he could place the helmet aside and pick up the little copper
braid.

Despite
it all, despite everything, Obi-Wan was still part of his thoughts
even now. “Even now that you’re dead, you haunt my mind old man…”
Vader whispered through cracked lips, raising the braid to his lips.
“Even now you’re still with me somehow, you old fool…” He
sighed tiredly.

A
traitorous thought crossed his mind.

‘When
I die… maybe I can be with him again… one day. I’ll see you
again… master.’

Vaderkinsgift, does Vaderkin eventually get a taste of what he wants? That shows he’s on the right track.

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It’s
wrong.

Obi-Wan
knows it’s wrong and yet he can’t help but cling to the other man
as Vader continued to run his lips along his jaw and neck, leaving
hickies in his wake. He can even feel a smile against his skin when
Obi-Wan lets out a small moan in response to a nip.

Vader’s
hair is thick and curling in his fingers as Obi-Wan grips through it,
his fingertips pressing into the scalp as his hips hitches forward
with a low gasp only to whine a bit when Vader suddenly kicks one of
his feet away, the feel of boot against slipper rather uncomfortable.

But
a thigh is shoved between and that takes the edge off, because Vader
is giving him something to rut
against.

Obi-Wan
should resist, but he can’t, desperate and wanting as he grinds
against the thigh covered in black leggings, his own sheer silk
balloon pants feeling sinfully delicious against his own skin.

“That’s
it, good boy.” Vader cooed into his ear, nipping at his lobe as his
hands found Obi-Wan’s rear, cupping it to guide Obi-Wan along his
thigh.

He
couldn’t focus on anything after that though, the combination of
words and the grip on his rear causing him to buck hard with a cry.

Vader
paused a bit, puzzled before he suddenly let out a small laugh and
hitched Obi-Wan up the wall via the grasp on his ass, prompting him
to wrap his legs around Vader’s waist. “Well that’s unexpected
but what else could I expect from my good
boy.” Vader crooned into his ear.

“Oh!”
Obi-Wan threw his head back into the wall with a thud, grinding hard
into the others stomach with a sharp whine of pleasure and pain.

But
then the Sith’s hand was there suddenly, cupping the back of his
head with a croon as fingers probed his scalp, all activity pausing
for a moment. “Well, gotta be more careful about that I see,”
Vader mused, Obi-Wan panting sharply as
he colored in equal humiliation as arousal now, his cheeks ruddy.
But
then Vader was
chuckling and biting down on Obi-Wan’s neck where his collar didn’t
cover. “But
how can I resist praising such a wonderful Jedi hmm? Such a wonderful
little pet.” Vader crooned against the moist skin, the tip of his
tongue trailing along Obi-Wan’s erratic pulse point.

Quivering,
rutting hard into the man’s stomach, Obi-Wan sunk his hands to the
others shoulders, gripping the man’s shoulders while digging his
nails into fabric and flesh.

‘Just
a little more, a little more and I’ll… oh please just a little
more.’ Obi-Wan thought, still not ready to beg the Sith despite how
low he had already sunk.

And
then he felt it, the sensation of something probing at his entrance
while simultaneously gently squeezing his cock, Vader utilizing the
Force in an utterly frivolous way Obi-Wan had certainly never
considered as a possibility.

As
his orgasm ripped through him, Obi-Wan faintly managed to hold onto
the thought of how weak he had become for this Sith as the blond held
the shivering former Jedi to him as he soaked in Obi-Wan’s pleasure
through the Force.

‘I
can never go back to the Order…’ Obi-Wan thought, eyes clenching
shut to fight his tears, both hating and adoring Vader at the same
time.

His
head fell to Vader’s shoulder, panting sharply as he let go of the
shoulders to rest his arms down the Sith’s back, mumbling faintly
as he felt Vader hitch his hips a few more times before he reached
his own orgasm.

A
kiss was pressed to his sweaty temple after a moment, Vader panting
slightly. “Wonderful, my wonderful little Jedi. You did so well.
You’re such a good little pet. You deserve rewards and nice things
don’t you.” He murmured huskily, arousal and satisfaction trapped
in his voice.

His
body trembling in aftershock from the words, Obi-Wan only whimpered
quietly and twitched before hesitantly lapping at Vader’s neck,
salt sweat and skin coating his tongue before he kissed, Vader easing
the action by tilting his head to the side, still whispering praise
into Obi-Wan’s ear that
had the Jedi shivering faintly in confusing pleasure.

Vaderkinsgift, does Vader show off to try to make Obi-Wan hot for him? Saber fighting, shirtless, working out, «forgetting» to put clothes on after a shower? Does he compliment Obi-Wan with innuendo? Does he stare in Obi-Wan’s eyes and not let Obi look away? Is he better at flirting than canon Anakin is? I love this AU so much.

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Swallowing heavily as he continued working the sponge along the Sith’s back, Obi-Wan desperately wondered what was wrong with him.

He was washing the karking Sith that had him captive, that had him in expensive but sheer clothes and collar and he was fighting against an erection of all things!

It was enough to make Obi-Wan hate himself as he ran the sponge below the water and down before running it up and over the man’s shoulder, trying not to react to the lazy, lidded eyes that watched him when Vader settled back against the tub rim.

Obi-Wan was sure he was going to hate it when the Sith had ordered him to follow to the fresher to the half sunken tub to wash him, was sure he was going to hate it as he disrobed the other but so far he felt like a bitch in heat.

‘What is wrong with me?’ Obi-Wan swallowed, feeling fearful.  

This wasn’t the first time he had felt attracted to the karking Sith either, the man had been wandering around half naked a lot and Obi-Wan wasn’t asexual, Vader was sculpted and he couldn’t deny it, couldn’t deny the sensation when warn fingertips ran along his spine or the fingers rubbing his scalp.

He hated himself for it but at the same time he was craving the sensation of those hands because they were actually kind and yet that was a contradictory feeling because this was the same man who held him captive even if he wasn’t the one to take Obi-Wan captive in the start.

And then he let out a low noise as a warm, wet hand cupped his cheek, the thoughts slipping away as he looked to the yellow eyes.

Vader’s eyes flickered over his face before a slow, predatory smirk crossed his face. “If you want to join me you can Obi-Wan. There’s ample space in the tub.” He crooned.

‘Yeah, no kidding, it’s big enough for two besalisks and still leave space for a human.’ Obi-Wan breathed out while clenching the sponge between his hands, kneading it slowly as he tried to answer but couldn’t find one.

Luckily it seemed the Sith wasn’t going to demand one as he gave a slow shrug. “Fine, go get me some diced fruits and cider.” He drawled as if uninterested in Obi-Wan and for some reason that stung.

Yet Obi-Wan dropped the sponge and got to his feet, padding off on slightly wet feet to the kitchen to do as told with a troubled frown furrowing his face.

He missed out on Anakin’s smug expression as he watched the Jedi go.

He didn’t even mind the blast of cool air that came in and caused goosebumps when the redhead left the room.

No, he didn’t mind at all as his plan was coming to fruition and was closer to it’s goal than ever, Obi-Wan clearly becoming more and more enamored with Anakin as the days went by with affectionate behavior that was slightly pushy when Anakin would linger his hands on the Jedi.

It was a fine balance but the fact that the other was starting to crave his master’s touch was showing that the Sith was clearly making headway.

‘Stockholm syndrom is a hell of a drug,’ He mused to himself, ruffling his hand through his wet hair with a smug smirk. Anakin felt a tiny bit bad for Obi-Wan but not enough to stop, he was a Sith and the other was his. ‘And soon he’ll be mine willingly to the point where he crawls into my bed and sucks my co-’

“I have the fruit master, but there wasn’t any Tatooine pallas cider left so I had to take the chilled white wine from Alderaan instead.” Obi-Wan stated as he stepped into the room, giving a surprised Anakin a challenging look.

Fighting to hide the twitching of his lips, Anakin instead gestured for the other to kneel again by the tub. ‘So not fully tamed huh… a bit of fire left…’ Anakin lifted a cubed piece of melon and feed a surprised Obi-Wan it, feeling soft, full lips brush his fingertips. ‘…I’ll let that fire be. I rather like it as long as he keeps it in private.’ The Sith thought to himself as he licked his lips, running his thumb over the bottom lip until Obi-Wan’s mouth opened.

The tip of his thumb felt the heat and wetness, felt teeth but he didn’t push his luck.

Anakin would be patient in this unlike so many other things until Obi-Wan was ready, after all, the prize would be so much sweeter when it was gained willingly.

‘Beside, I’m not Darth Tarantu the violator, I don’t get off on rape.’ The blond thought to himself with an inward grimace. He never really understood such and intimate act being made into pure violence and fight but then again, as far as he understood, it was never about the sex but about power.

Anakin, or rather Vader, already had power.

What he wanted, no what he craved, was willing submission.

And maybe… he wanted someone to look at him like how he had seen Senator Organa look at Queen Breha, with utter adoration and love shining in his eyes.

He’d settle for adoration he figured as he feed Obi-Wan a piece of pear while sipping at the wine.