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Hi, for notwoarealike, could we please meet 69? I get so excited to see him mentioned and would love to see Rex and/or Cody reacting to him+ anakin if possible!

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Looking a bit
bemused at the grinning Kenobi clone, Anakin tilted his head. “Your
name is 69?” He questioned.

“Yes sir!” The
man chirped, throwing in a wink for good measure as Rex gave a little
mutter behind Anakin.

This clone had long
hair though the sides of his head was shaven, leaving his hair in
what Anakin would call a long mohawk that was tied back for
simplicity sake in battle. He had no beard but had a little goatee
instead that was well trimmed and Anakin could spot the edge of a
blue tattoo peeking up over the bronze colored armor.

Peering at the
clone for a few more seconds, Anakin slowly crossed his arms over his
chest with a small grin starting to curl his lips as a heavy
suspicion cropped up in his head. “Is your name… was your name
picked for a reason?” He questioned.

From behind him
Anakin could feel Rex turn embarrassed while 69 turned wickedly
delighted in the Force, practically wiggling in place.

“It might be sir.
It could also be a coincident sir.” He waggled his eyebrows at the
Jedi before leaning in and lowering his voice, pitching it to a
little drawl that did cause shivers to crawl Anakin’s spine from
the accent and the low rumble. “But between you and me sir, there’s
a damn good reason for the name.” 69 winked.

Fighting the urge
to blush and laugh, Anakin nodded even as he heard Rex drop his face
into his hands. “Well then 69, welcome to the 501st. I
hope you will settle in well.”

Giving a glance
around and then a toothy grin that reminded Anakin about a hungry
feline predatory. “Oh, I’m sure I’ll settle in quite
well sir.” He saluted with a laugh as he skipped away once
dismissed.

Slowly, Anakin
turned to his captain, letting the wide grin he had wanted to let out
finally break out over his face. “So let me guess, he’s
promiscuous?” He laughed.

Rex finally drew
his face out of his hands to face his Jedi General, clearing his
throat weakly. “Yes, 69 is… very promiscuous sir. As in he’s
slept with practically anybody willing as long as he has time for
it.” The Fett clone shrugged a bit weakly. “He uses protection
and it doesn’t interfere with his duties, he’s a good trooper.”
The man quickly added.

Anakin blinked,
wondering what had caused the captain to add that before smiling. “I
wasn’t about to say anything else. He seemed fun captain.” And
then Anakin frowned when Rex shoulders slumped with relief. “What’s
wrong?”

Rex rubbed the back
of his neck. “Some people don’t always respond to well to 69’s…
well casual attitude to sex.” He settled on. “The longnecks hated
it but thanks to Al’verde they couldn’t do anything about it
luckily.” Rex confessed.

Thoughtfully,
Anakin looked down at his feet before looking back at Rex. “Kenobi’s
done a lot for you guys, haven’t he?”

The blond clone
gave a little shrug. “I don’t know how to explain it sir but…
Al’verde came to Kamino and took one look at us and… said we were
human. Said we were just as much worth as anyone birthed. We won’t
forget that, that he fought for the vode and ensured our survival.”
Rex smiled a bit. “We love him as one of our own.”

Peering at the
other, Anakin reached out and patted him on the shoulder, nodding in
understanding.

If someone looked
at you and saw a human and not just numbers…

Well, Anakin might
not be a slave but he never forgot what it had been like.

If someone like
Obi-Wan had showed up when he was young, he would have loved them too
the same way he could feel the fierce loyalty and respect he could
feel from Rex as he spoke about Kenobi.

Grandpa Yan! – This never said one shot, could we see either the day after the rainstorm when Qui-Gon finally shows up? Or further along?

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Shifting the pack
of their things on his back, Yan surveyed the small camp they had
just moments ago for a long moment before he finally reached down and
shifted the drowsy boy up and onto his hip.

There wasn’t even
a squeak of protest as Obi-Wan buried his face into Yan’s shoulder,
the mans robe wrapped around the slender form.

While Yan had
enjoyed spending time with Obi-Wan the unfortunate side effect from
being wet and unable to change out of his clothes days earlier had
left Obi-Wan with a small fever as proven by his flushed face and Yan
suspected that the boys limbs were aching too with said fever.

But verbally the
boy did not complain even as he had allowed Yan to do all the work
with him quietly watching as he sat on a root with Yan’s dark robe
wrapped around him until the older master was done.

“We’ll meet up
with Qui-Gon. I’m sure the man is hungry if he hasn’t dipped into
the supplies but knowing him, he might have given them all to a
chipmunk if we’re unlucky.” Yan rolled his eyes as he held the
redhead tightly against his hip with a low rumble as he giggled.

As it turned out,
Qui-Gon had not given his supplies to a chipmunk.

He had however
managed to wade out into a swamp from the looks of it, muck rising up
to his waist and he reeked a steady musky scent that was close to
rotten and very unpleasant.

“Ah! Master.
Obi-Wan!” The long haired Jedi called cheerfully, jogging towards
them. “I suggest we not continue north.” He beamed at them before
taking note of Obi-Wan’s flushed face and reaching out to settle
his hand on the others face, a frown growing at the fever he could
feel. “Oh dear…”

Yan meanwhile
stared at Qui-Gon’s clothes, beard and hair.

The word,
ungroomed, dirty bantha crossed his mind.

A dirty bantha who
was holding his arms open and Yan quirked an eyebrow at the other as
the two mutely stared at each other until Qui-Gon’s brow drew
together in confusion.

“Yan?”

For a long moment
Yan just stared at again Qui-Gon before he looked down at the boy on
his hip. “Obi-Wan, your master seems to be under a misconducted
conception that I will be giving you back it appears.” He drawled,
smirking when the boy giggled a bit and hid in his shoulder and
Qui-Gon dropped his jaw.

“Yan!” Qui-Gon
protested. “He’s my padawan.”

“Are we sure this
is master Qui-Gon Jinn and not a dirty swamp bantha that has learned
to imitate speech Obi-Wan?” Yan continued, drawling slightly.

At that Qui-Gon’s
jaw dropped.

The illness
stricken boy settled on his hip giggled even more at that, helplessly
clinging to Yan as the graying master smirked at his former padawan.
“I don’t know master Yan.” Obi-Wan hiccuped out between his
giggles. “Might be?”

Chuckling as he
decided that to head south since north was apparently swamp land,
started walking with Qui-Gon quickly following after.

“Low blow master,
low blow.” The long haired man grunted before smiling at Obi-Wan in
reassurance when the boy peeked up from the shoulder.

“I call it as I
see it Qui-Gon.” He drawled. “You reek.” Yan finished.

To that Qui-Gon
just rolled his eyes as they continued forward.

Grandpa Yan! – This never said one shot, could we see either the day after the rainstorm when Qui-Gon finally shows up? Or further along?

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Shifting the pack
of their things on his back, Yan surveyed the small camp they had
just moments ago for a long moment before he finally reached down and
shifted the drowsy boy up and onto his hip.

There wasn’t even
a squeak of protest as Obi-Wan buried his face into Yan’s shoulder,
the mans robe wrapped around the slender form.

While Yan had
enjoyed spending time with Obi-Wan the unfortunate side effect from
being wet and unable to change out of his clothes days earlier had
left Obi-Wan with a small fever as proven by his flushed face and Yan
suspected that the boys limbs were aching too with said fever.

But verbally the
boy did not complain even as he had allowed Yan to do all the work
with him quietly watching as he sat on a root with Yan’s dark robe
wrapped around him until the older master was done.

“We’ll meet up
with Qui-Gon. I’m sure the man is hungry if he hasn’t dipped into
the supplies but knowing him, he might have given them all to a
chipmunk if we’re unlucky.” Yan rolled his eyes as he held the
redhead tightly against his hip with a low rumble as he giggled.

As it turned out,
Qui-Gon had not given his supplies to a chipmunk.

He had however
managed to wade out into a swamp from the looks of it, muck rising up
to his waist and he reeked a steady musky scent that was close to
rotten and very unpleasant.

“Ah! Master.
Obi-Wan!” The long haired Jedi called cheerfully, jogging towards
them. “I suggest we not continue north.” He beamed at them before
taking note of Obi-Wan’s flushed face and reaching out to settle
his hand on the others face, a frown growing at the fever he could
feel. “Oh dear…”

Yan meanwhile
stared at Qui-Gon’s clothes, beard and hair.

The word,
ungroomed, dirty bantha crossed his mind.

A dirty bantha who
was holding his arms open and Yan quirked an eyebrow at the other as
the two mutely stared at each other until Qui-Gon’s brow drew
together in confusion.

“Yan?”

For a long moment
Yan just stared at again Qui-Gon before he looked down at the boy on
his hip. “Obi-Wan, your master seems to be under a misconducted
conception that I will be giving you back it appears.” He drawled,
smirking when the boy giggled a bit and hid in his shoulder and
Qui-Gon dropped his jaw.

“Yan!” Qui-Gon
protested. “He’s my padawan.”

“Are we sure this
is master Qui-Gon Jinn and not a dirty swamp bantha that has learned
to imitate speech Obi-Wan?” Yan continued, drawling slightly.

At that Qui-Gon’s
jaw dropped.

The illness
stricken boy settled on his hip giggled even more at that, helplessly
clinging to Yan as the graying master smirked at his former padawan.
“I don’t know master Yan.” Obi-Wan hiccuped out between his
giggles. “Might be?”

Chuckling as he
decided that to head south since north was apparently swamp land,
started walking with Qui-Gon quickly following after.

“Low blow master,
low blow.” The long haired man grunted before smiling at Obi-Wan in
reassurance when the boy peeked up from the shoulder.

“I call it as I
see it Qui-Gon.” He drawled. “You reek.” Yan finished.

To that Qui-Gon
just rolled his eyes as they continued forward.

So time skip, Ben is like twenty or some shit, does he try to look for Anakin? I mean I get it that he might not have a clue where he was before but does he at least try? For IamBen

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Watching Krell with a thoughtful look, Ben finally decided just to
leave the besalisk be. At the moment the man was as light as Ben was,
not a sign of darkness in him though he was an arrogant berk and Ben
would never personally like him.

He would still keep an eye on him though but it made him wonder if
perhaps the besalisk Fall was caused by visions he had seen or
impressions he had gotten…

Perhaps he had sensed the chips?

Order 66?

It was possible for sure but impossible to be certain.

Inwardly Ben sighed then just stroked his growing hair out of his
face before grumbling and gathering it all in a bun in the base of
his neck as something flickered against his senses and then
disappeared.

It had been doing that lately.

Something familiar but different at the same time and Ben just
couldn’t quite… put his finger on it despite how important it
seemed.

“Ben?”

He looked up at the voice and smiled at Qui-Gon, the other returning
the warmth with his own smile.

“Ready to eat?” Qui-Gon gestured towards the tables. “Or are
you content to just stand in the doorway?” He teased, Tahl laughing
from the other side of him and Micah giving Obi-Wan a wink behind
them again.

That flicker came again, but more firmly and this time Ben could feel
joy light the Force in a way he hadn’t felt since… “OBI-WAN!”

Eyes widening, Ben barely turned around in time as a blond and beige
missile slammed into him, the air being hit out of him for a
different reason as that Force being swamped his, radiating with joy
and relief.

Faintly he heard someone give a sharp inhale but that was far off in
his mind.

Blinking down at the boy around his waist, Ben felt his eyes water.
“…Anakin… you’re here… you know me?” He whispered, waiting for those blue
eyes to meet his.

The child gave him the widest grin in the universe, his Force being
pulsing like a supernova with joy. “Obi-Wan, I’d know you deaf
and mute.” He laughed.

Collapsing to his knees, Ben threw his arms around the boy and
pulled him tightly to his chest to bury his face in the hair that
smelled of sand and sun as a laugh that threaded on tears escaped
him. “Ani…” He clung to him as he felt unmoored for the first
time since he woke up back in the past.

His Anakin was somehow there with him, ever so small, just four for
Force sake but it was his padawan who was radiating!

Pulling back again to look at the others face, Ben gently stroked the
tears off golden tanned cheeks and gave a watery grin. “Padawan.”
He greeted softly which made Anakin’s beam widen somehow.

There was the clearing of a throat and Ben and Anakin looked up both
at Qui-Gon who was giving the boy a curious and akward look while
Micah was staring at Anakin in shock. Tahl had her blind eyes closed
and seemed to be feeling the flow of the Force with a small smile on
her face.

“I think perhaps this should be continued behind closed doors…
perhaps with the council?” Qui-Gon said.

“Yes, you may be right in that.” Ben agreed before looking at
Anakin who shrugged in return.

“Mom’s talking with them right now.” He offered before looking
up at Qui-Gon and then back at Ben. “You haven’t shaved him bald
yet!”

Qui-Gon’s eyebrows almost left his face in surprise even as Micah
and Tahl broke into shocked laughs.

Ben just dropped his face into his hands. “I was hoping you
wouldn’t remember that off-hand comment… Really Anakin?”

Shrugging, the boy reached out and took Ben’s hand when it came
back down, holding onto it with a small grin. “Well you said you
would.”

Glancing up at Qui-Gon, cheeks burning before glancing back down at
the boy, Ben gave a small shrug. “I’m quite fond of his hair. Now
come along before you incriminate me further.” He gently pulled him
along towards the council chamber elevator, guessing that Shmi was
already there.

Hmm…

He wondered why the council and she had let Anakin go alone…

“Sooo, what have you been up to while waiting?” Anakin suddenly
chirped.

“Well I got a stalker or Dark sider Maul after me. Yan Dooku stays
at the temple most of these days researching holocrons and sparring
with Qui-Gon. Master Micah came back from the Yinhcorri uprising…”
Ben slowly listed a few things he had changed, flickering his eyes
down to Anakin to see if he understood the implications of what he
said.

The boy was nodding slowly at a few of the things, grimacing at
others and then sighing. “Why haven’t you just killed him? Maul
was such a karking sleemo…”

“Language Anakin. And he’s just a lost, abducted boy, I gave him
a chance for something better.” Ben hummed, feeling Qui-Gon and the
others eyes in his back… well more like Tahl’s full attention but
the point still stood.

“…You’re too kind master.” Anakin finally settled on.

Chuckling faintly, Ben squeezed Anakin’s hand gently. “The galaxy
did not make me a bitter or vengeful man Anakin… I quite like who I am.”
Glancing down, he grinned at Anakin.

Musing a bit on that, Anakin returned the smile and squeezed his hand
in return. “I like you too. Though I wouldn’t mind if you were a
tiny bit bitter.”

Laughing, Ben outright lifted Anakin up on his hip with one easy
Force lift, holding around the boy with his joy lighting the Force
up.

So time skip, Ben is like twenty or some shit, does he try to look for Anakin? I mean I get it that he might not have a clue where he was before but does he at least try? For IamBen

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Watching Krell with a thoughtful look, Ben finally decided just to
leave the besalisk be. At the moment the man was as light as Ben was,
not a sign of darkness in him though he was an arrogant berk and Ben
would never personally like him.

He would still keep an eye on him though but it made him wonder if
perhaps the besalisk Fall was caused by visions he had seen or
impressions he had gotten…

Perhaps he had sensed the chips?

Order 66?

It was possible for sure but impossible to be certain.

Inwardly Ben sighed then just stroked his growing hair out of his
face before grumbling and gathering it all in a bun in the base of
his neck as something flickered against his senses and then
disappeared.

It had been doing that lately.

Something familiar but different at the same time and Ben just
couldn’t quite… put his finger on it despite how important it
seemed.

“Ben?”

He looked up at the voice and smiled at Qui-Gon, the other returning
the warmth with his own smile.

“Ready to eat?” Qui-Gon gestured towards the tables. “Or are
you content to just stand in the doorway?” He teased, Tahl laughing
from the other side of him and Micah giving Obi-Wan a wink behind
them again.

That flicker came again, but more firmly and this time Ben could feel
joy light the Force in a way he hadn’t felt since… “OBI-WAN!”

Eyes widening, Ben barely turned around in time as a blond and beige
missile slammed into him, the air being hit out of him for a
different reason as that Force being swamped his, radiating with joy
and relief.

Faintly he heard someone give a sharp inhale but that was far off in
his mind.

Blinking down at the boy around his waist, Ben felt his eyes water.
“…Anakin… you’re here… you know me?” He whispered, waiting for those blue
eyes to meet his.

The child gave him the widest grin in the universe, his Force being
pulsing like a supernova with joy. “Obi-Wan, I’d know you deaf
and mute.” He laughed.

Collapsing to his knees, Ben threw his arms around the boy and
pulled him tightly to his chest to bury his face in the hair that
smelled of sand and sun as a laugh that threaded on tears escaped
him. “Ani…” He clung to him as he felt unmoored for the first
time since he woke up back in the past.

His Anakin was somehow there with him, ever so small, just four for
Force sake but it was his padawan who was radiating!

Pulling back again to look at the others face, Ben gently stroked the
tears off golden tanned cheeks and gave a watery grin. “Padawan.”
He greeted softly which made Anakin’s beam widen somehow.

There was the clearing of a throat and Ben and Anakin looked up both
at Qui-Gon who was giving the boy a curious and akward look while
Micah was staring at Anakin in shock. Tahl had her blind eyes closed
and seemed to be feeling the flow of the Force with a small smile on
her face.

“I think perhaps this should be continued behind closed doors…
perhaps with the council?” Qui-Gon said.

“Yes, you may be right in that.” Ben agreed before looking at
Anakin who shrugged in return.

“Mom’s talking with them right now.” He offered before looking
up at Qui-Gon and then back at Ben. “You haven’t shaved him bald
yet!”

Qui-Gon’s eyebrows almost left his face in surprise even as Micah
and Tahl broke into shocked laughs.

Ben just dropped his face into his hands. “I was hoping you
wouldn’t remember that off-hand comment… Really Anakin?”

Shrugging, the boy reached out and took Ben’s hand when it came
back down, holding onto it with a small grin. “Well you said you
would.”

Glancing up at Qui-Gon, cheeks burning before glancing back down at
the boy, Ben gave a small shrug. “I’m quite fond of his hair. Now
come along before you incriminate me further.” He gently pulled him
along towards the council chamber elevator, guessing that Shmi was
already there.

Hmm…

He wondered why the council and she had let Anakin go alone…

“Sooo, what have you been up to while waiting?” Anakin suddenly
chirped.

“Well I got a stalker or Dark sider Maul after me. Yan Dooku stays
at the temple most of these days researching holocrons and sparring
with Qui-Gon. Master Micah came back from the Yinhcorri uprising…”
Ben slowly listed a few things he had changed, flickering his eyes
down to Anakin to see if he understood the implications of what he
said.

The boy was nodding slowly at a few of the things, grimacing at
others and then sighing. “Why haven’t you just killed him? Maul
was such a karking sleemo…”

“Language Anakin. And he’s just a lost, abducted boy, I gave him
a chance for something better.” Ben hummed, feeling Qui-Gon and the
others eyes in his back… well more like Tahl’s full attention but
the point still stood.

“…You’re too kind master.” Anakin finally settled on.

Chuckling faintly, Ben squeezed Anakin’s hand gently. “The galaxy
did not make me a bitter or vengeful man Anakin… I quite like who I am.”
Glancing down, he grinned at Anakin.

Musing a bit on that, Anakin returned the smile and squeezed his hand
in return. “I like you too. Though I wouldn’t mind if you were a
tiny bit bitter.”

Laughing, Ben outright lifted Anakin up on his hip with one easy
Force lift, holding around the boy with his joy lighting the Force
up.

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“You know, I’m not sure what I feel about the fact that you can
pass for a teenager if you just shave.” Cody got out quietly to the
Jedi.

“Be grateful.” Obi-Wan muttered back as he peered around the room
while clinging to his bag and shifting nervously like said adolescent
he was pretending to be, the droids of the port scanning each and
every outgoing passenger. “Or we wouldn’t be leaving this port
together.”

Cody made a low hum of understanding, resting his hand on his ‘step
brothers’ shoulder in support as it was their turn to get scanned.

Holding his breath, Cody expected any moment for their false
identification to ping red and felt himself slowly reach for his
blaster when it chimed pleasantly and turned green, Obi-Wan moving
past to wait for Cody to have his scanned.

His chimed green too and the two moved towards the skiff, moving up
the ramp with a quiet murmur between the two.

Cody slid his arm around his small Jedi’s shoulders and kept him
close, looking for all the world like a protective bounty hunter
brother with his teenager brother at his side.

And it kept anyone from approaching them at least, Cody did notice a
few people sending Obi-Wan furtive glances.

It made his stomach turn because they’re gazes meant nothing good,
especially coupled with a few obscene gestures and low chortles.

“Ignore them.” Obi-Wan murmured as they both reached for the
straps, Obi-Wan barely reaching them.

Actually he was standing a bit on his toes from the look of it.

“I don’t like the way the-”

His Jedi cut in with ease. “That’s been happening since I was a
teenager Cody.” Obi-Wan murmured. “Its nothing I haven’t heard
or seen before.” He assured.

Or tried to.

Little stars, Cody felt like snarling and he quickly shifted hand on
the strap to wrap the one closest to Obi-Wan around his little
boyfriend, giving the lechers a sharp glare as he did.

It was enough to turn them away even as ‘Ben’ turned into his
side, pretending to seek comfort even as he gave a pleased little
sigh.

Feeling the other settle his head on the scrounged up chest plate
that was part of Cody’s disguise as a bounty hunter, Cody let
himself settle in for the skiff to take off and bring them to the
moon where they’d be able to meet up with the rest of the 212th.

It would certainly make Cody feel better about having more vods
around his General.

Especially when the Jedi looked so young and vulnerable.

It made him question a bit their relationship but he knew he wasn’t
attracted to adiik’s.

“I can’t wait until you got that beard back, you look way to
young right now.” He grumbled a bit even as he held his Jedi to his
side.

“The downside of my height, I look like a teenager. I promise you
Cody, I’m getting the scruff back as soon as I can.” Obi-Wan
snorted against his plate. “…Just please rescue me from Anakin
when we meet up with him again.”

“Huh?” Cody blinked, confused.

He understood what his General meant when the blond General took one
look at the redhead and then a gleeful grin broke out on the others
face before he dropped the tools in his hands and ran for him.
“Teeny!” He swiped Obi-Wan off his feet and into his arms,
hugging him tightly. “Oh no you are back to being adorable!”

“Anakin put me down this instant!” Obi-Wan yelped, flailing to
escape.

“You could pass for Ahsoka’s age! I think she’s taller then you
with her monterals!” Anakin hefted his former master up on his hip
with a wide grin. “Look at those smooth cheeks!”

“Commander! Help!” Obi-Wan yelped out and tried to knee the
other in the stomach while shoving at his chest with his hands, face
turning bright red as he squawked and flailed as much as possible.

Unable to help himself, Cody just started laughing with his other
vods, knowing he’d pay for that by not sharing his riduurs bunk but
come on, he was blushing so heavily and squeaking, his adorable Jedi
was just too much.

And hey, at least by the time he got to join his bunk again, the
beard would be back?

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“You know, I’m not sure what I feel about the fact that you can
pass for a teenager if you just shave.” Cody got out quietly to the
Jedi.

“Be grateful.” Obi-Wan muttered back as he peered around the room
while clinging to his bag and shifting nervously like said adolescent
he was pretending to be, the droids of the port scanning each and
every outgoing passenger. “Or we wouldn’t be leaving this port
together.”

Cody made a low hum of understanding, resting his hand on his ‘step
brothers’ shoulder in support as it was their turn to get scanned.

Holding his breath, Cody expected any moment for their false
identification to ping red and felt himself slowly reach for his
blaster when it chimed pleasantly and turned green, Obi-Wan moving
past to wait for Cody to have his scanned.

His chimed green too and the two moved towards the skiff, moving up
the ramp with a quiet murmur between the two.

Cody slid his arm around his small Jedi’s shoulders and kept him
close, looking for all the world like a protective bounty hunter
brother with his teenager brother at his side.

And it kept anyone from approaching them at least, Cody did notice a
few people sending Obi-Wan furtive glances.

It made his stomach turn because they’re gazes meant nothing good,
especially coupled with a few obscene gestures and low chortles.

“Ignore them.” Obi-Wan murmured as they both reached for the
straps, Obi-Wan barely reaching them.

Actually he was standing a bit on his toes from the look of it.

“I don’t like the way the-”

His Jedi cut in with ease. “That’s been happening since I was a
teenager Cody.” Obi-Wan murmured. “Its nothing I haven’t heard
or seen before.” He assured.

Or tried to.

Little stars, Cody felt like snarling and he quickly shifted hand on
the strap to wrap the one closest to Obi-Wan around his little
boyfriend, giving the lechers a sharp glare as he did.

It was enough to turn them away even as ‘Ben’ turned into his
side, pretending to seek comfort even as he gave a pleased little
sigh.

Feeling the other settle his head on the scrounged up chest plate
that was part of Cody’s disguise as a bounty hunter, Cody let
himself settle in for the skiff to take off and bring them to the
moon where they’d be able to meet up with the rest of the 212th.

It would certainly make Cody feel better about having more vods
around his General.

Especially when the Jedi looked so young and vulnerable.

It made him question a bit their relationship but he knew he wasn’t
attracted to adiik’s.

“I can’t wait until you got that beard back, you look way to
young right now.” He grumbled a bit even as he held his Jedi to his
side.

“The downside of my height, I look like a teenager. I promise you
Cody, I’m getting the scruff back as soon as I can.” Obi-Wan
snorted against his plate. “…Just please rescue me from Anakin
when we meet up with him again.”

“Huh?” Cody blinked, confused.

He understood what his General meant when the blond General took one
look at the redhead and then a gleeful grin broke out on the others
face before he dropped the tools in his hands and ran for him.
“Teeny!” He swiped Obi-Wan off his feet and into his arms,
hugging him tightly. “Oh no you are back to being adorable!”

“Anakin put me down this instant!” Obi-Wan yelped, flailing to
escape.

“You could pass for Ahsoka’s age! I think she’s taller then you
with her monterals!” Anakin hefted his former master up on his hip
with a wide grin. “Look at those smooth cheeks!”

“Commander! Help!” Obi-Wan yelped out and tried to knee the
other in the stomach while shoving at his chest with his hands, face
turning bright red as he squawked and flailed as much as possible.

Unable to help himself, Cody just started laughing with his other
vods, knowing he’d pay for that by not sharing his riduurs bunk but
come on, he was blushing so heavily and squeaking, his adorable Jedi
was just too much.

And hey, at least by the time he got to join his bunk again, the
beard would be back?

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“…Obi-Wan please come out of the
box.”

“No.”

“Obi-Wan its just a box, it doesn’t
have a blanket even.”

“Its comfy, let me be Anakin.”
Obi-Wan countered, curling up inside the supply crate.

Anakin mumbled and covered his face
with a hand. “Oh come on Obi-Wan, there are other ways to relax
then in a crate of all things.” He tried carefully.

“No, I’m good in here.”

“…Obi-Wan, I know you’re stressed
but if you lay out on a lap then we’d keep you safe.” Anakin had
reached a limit. Having a feline master had quickly taught him the
reasoning behind feline behavior.

Cats and boxes?

Reaction to stress and needing safety
while being able to observe. Or to generate warmth in a small
enclosed space.

There was an aggravated murr from
inside the box.

Anakin glanced around quickly then took
note of Cody sitting by the fire. “…Obi-Wan, Cody isn’t wearing
his armor and he has a blanket on his lap.”

“…So?”

“So I bet he has the blanket because
he can wrap it around you.” Anakin waited with baited breath before
there was a slight twitch from the box and then Obi-Wan bounced out
of it, making a beeline for his commander and jumping into the clone
commander’s lap.

Taking a few seconds to knead the
blanket, Obi-Wan continued murring unhappily until he settled down
and the blanket was tucked around him until only his head was
exposed. Anakin reached into the box and pulled out the others boots,
sighing in relief.

“You know Skyguy, he wasn’t doing
any harm sleeping in an empty crate you know.” Ahsoka hummed even
as Obi-Wan had his ears scratched by Cody.

“Last time I let Obi-Wan sleep in a
supply crate, he ended up being packaged up and sent to Hoth.”
Anakin countered, giving her a long stare. “We spent four days
looking for him until he got out of the crate and could contact the
temple with the information on where he was and how he got there.”

“…Hoth, really?” She blinked. “I
haven’t heard this story.”

“That’s because it happened while I
was a senior padawan and the masters tried to put a lid on it. It was
an embarrassing thing for everyone, one of their own getting locked
in a supply crate, me for losing Obi-Wan in a crate of all things,
the company for not checking their crates and the shuttle pilot for
not hearing Obi-Wan struggling in the crate.” Anakin sighed. “I’d
rather not have Obi-Wan shipped around in a crate again.”

“Yeah…that would be bad right now.
Who knows where he’d end up.” Ahsoka mused.

There was a low purring and both loved
over to where Obi-Wan was having his ears carefully scratched by
Cody, the commander looking quite happy with being able to shower the
other with attention.

“Well at least he’s happy?”
Ahsoka grinned.

“Now. He sometimes gets in his head
that he has to do regular cat things.” Anakin snorted.

“…Oh?”

“Chases light or insects, shoves
things of shelves and tables, sits in boxes for hours…it would be
fine if it didn’t usually happen at the most inconvenient of
times.” Anakin sighed.

“It sounds kind of funny.” She
giggled.

“Not when it happens in the middle of
battle and Obi-Wan chases a light spot that bounced of a droid.”

“…Huh.”

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“…Obi-Wan please come out of the
box.”

“No.”

“Obi-Wan its just a box, it doesn’t
have a blanket even.”

“Its comfy, let me be Anakin.”
Obi-Wan countered, curling up inside the supply crate.

Anakin mumbled and covered his face
with a hand. “Oh come on Obi-Wan, there are other ways to relax
then in a crate of all things.” He tried carefully.

“No, I’m good in here.”

“…Obi-Wan, I know you’re stressed
but if you lay out on a lap then we’d keep you safe.” Anakin had
reached a limit. Having a feline master had quickly taught him the
reasoning behind feline behavior.

Cats and boxes?

Reaction to stress and needing safety
while being able to observe. Or to generate warmth in a small
enclosed space.

There was an aggravated murr from
inside the box.

Anakin glanced around quickly then took
note of Cody sitting by the fire. “…Obi-Wan, Cody isn’t wearing
his armor and he has a blanket on his lap.”

“…So?”

“So I bet he has the blanket because
he can wrap it around you.” Anakin waited with baited breath before
there was a slight twitch from the box and then Obi-Wan bounced out
of it, making a beeline for his commander and jumping into the clone
commander’s lap.

Taking a few seconds to knead the
blanket, Obi-Wan continued murring unhappily until he settled down
and the blanket was tucked around him until only his head was
exposed. Anakin reached into the box and pulled out the others boots,
sighing in relief.

“You know Skyguy, he wasn’t doing
any harm sleeping in an empty crate you know.” Ahsoka hummed even
as Obi-Wan had his ears scratched by Cody.

“Last time I let Obi-Wan sleep in a
supply crate, he ended up being packaged up and sent to Hoth.”
Anakin countered, giving her a long stare. “We spent four days
looking for him until he got out of the crate and could contact the
temple with the information on where he was and how he got there.”

“…Hoth, really?” She blinked. “I
haven’t heard this story.”

“That’s because it happened while I
was a senior padawan and the masters tried to put a lid on it. It was
an embarrassing thing for everyone, one of their own getting locked
in a supply crate, me for losing Obi-Wan in a crate of all things,
the company for not checking their crates and the shuttle pilot for
not hearing Obi-Wan struggling in the crate.” Anakin sighed. “I’d
rather not have Obi-Wan shipped around in a crate again.”

“Yeah…that would be bad right now.
Who knows where he’d end up.” Ahsoka mused.

There was a low purring and both loved
over to where Obi-Wan was having his ears carefully scratched by
Cody, the commander looking quite happy with being able to shower the
other with attention.

“Well at least he’s happy?”
Ahsoka grinned.

“Now. He sometimes gets in his head
that he has to do regular cat things.” Anakin snorted.

“…Oh?”

“Chases light or insects, shoves
things of shelves and tables, sits in boxes for hours…it would be
fine if it didn’t usually happen at the most inconvenient of
times.” Anakin sighed.

“It sounds kind of funny.” She
giggled.

“Not when it happens in the middle of
battle and Obi-Wan chases a light spot that bounced of a droid.”

“…Huh.”

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If there is one thing Obi-Wan will
never get tired off, its kissing Qui-Gon. The very sharp reminder
that the man is alive regardless of everything else that happens
because each kiss reminds him so.

Soft or gentle, hot and passionate,
slow and deep.

On the lips, the cheeks or his hands.

All of them reminds him that Qui-Gon is
alive and there with him.

Of course then there were the kisses
when Qui-Gon needed to remind himself that Obi-Wan was alive, when
the bigger man bluntly trapped him against a wall, lips hot and needy
against his with Obi-Wan’s legs hitch up around the others waist
with a pleased whine as his lips were pried open by the others tongue
and his hands buried into Qui-Gon’s hair.

The bruises along his back ached but
were ignored in favor of the sensation of Qui-Gon pressed against
him, burning hot and all consuming in the size difference.

Safety.

Obi-Wan whined against his mouth again,
taking a sharp breath when the other pulled back. “Qu-” He never
got to finish the words as the other went for his jawline and neck. A
trail like fire along his jaw and throat to where neck meet shoulder,
a careful bite as his head was tilted back with a careful grasp of
his hair.

Mewling, Obi-Wan arched his body
against the other man with his heels digging into the others back.
“Oh First Light.” He rasped out.

“Still with me love?” Qui-Gon’s
voice was hoarse against his throat, the rumble sliding down to
Obi-Wan’s toes and making them curl.

“Oh Force yes. Qui-Gon…” Obi-Wan
gave a sharp inhale when the other gave his throat a little nip. “No
marks Qui-Gon.” He moaned, mewling when the other just chuckled
against his throat.

“No? Don’t want a ring of hickies?”
The other breathed against his throat. “Could show it off. I like
showing you off.”

‘Oh it would be such a terrible
idea…’ Obi-Wan panted, hands digging into the back of Qui-Gon’s
tunics. ‘Mace would tease like hell… and Yoda would stare while
we have tea a-’ A gentle nip again  right below his ear. “Oh
fuck.” He grunted.

“No marks?” Qui-Gon hummed.

“…All the marks.” Obi-Wan groaned
then yelped when Qui-Gon shifted him a bit up with the wall and his
thighs as leverage, teeth, tongue and lips instantly working away on
his neck.

Obi-Wan dug his nails into the others
back, shuddering as his entire body started to tense with the
sensation and his hips jolted a bit. “Q-Qui-Go-Ah!” Obi-Wan
groaned, knees digging into the others sides as he whined in both
embarrassment and pleasure as wet heat spread along his crotch.

There was a breathless moment before
Qui-Gon pulled his face away to peer at him, lips bruised and red
with a bit of saliva hanging onto them, eyes slightly wide before
they curved into a pleased smile.

Obi-Wan shivered, chest heaving before
he managed to pull his hands from the others tunics and cover his
face. “Force…I’m so sor-”

“Don’t. Honestly I’m flattered
you respond so well to me Obi-Wan.” The other gave a breathy little
chuckle, voice still hoarse before he took the other by the wrists
and pulled them from his face, pressing kisses to both palms before
kissing him on the nose. “Very flattered.”

“I don’t think I’ve done that
since I was a teenager.” Obi-Wan shifted.

“Cum in your pants?” Qui-Gon
shifted a bit, sliding his hands beneath Obi-Wan’s thighs to heft
him up a bit.

“That, yes.” He responded as he
quickly wrapped his arms around the others neck, breathing going back
to normal.

“So I wreck havoc on your control
eh?” Qui-Gon grinned, slowly moving from the wall towards the
bedroom.

“…Oh you’re so smug aren’t
you.”

“Considering we’re heading towards
the bedroom now and I got you off without even touching you beneath
the clothes, yes, quite.”

Obi-Wan felt a flush crawl back up his
face before he leaned in and nipped at the others ear. “Best get me
into bed and out of these clothes then so I can return the favor.”
He whispered, grinning when Qui-Gon teased up before growling
playfully at his younger lover.