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#GuildofExile It’s a race between Palpacreep and the Council to get to Obi-Wan first…..Who wins?

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Staring
at all the CIS ships above
them,
Anakin felt the saliva in his mouth go dry.

There
were so many, how could so many ships had gotten here in such a short
amount of time and why.

Normally
they didn’t focus on a single spot so brutally and… was Obi-Wan
the reason?

Had
a report gone out already to the CIS about what the other could do?

As
far as Anakin could see, there were eight dreadnoughts classed ships
above them, four rather large battle cruisers, several missile
fighters and even as Anakin observed, another two dreadnoughts joined
the barricade that was going to bear down on them.

They
weren’t leaving here alive, there
were just too many ships and too many droids on those ships and…
these were odds even Anakin could not win against with
all his Force and luck on his side as the troopers and the Guild
members stared up with grim faces.

A
hand grasped his elbow,
starling Anakin.
“Anakin, lend me your strength.”
A urgent voice whispered and he looked down, away from the sky
to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes as the redhead stared at him.

“Wha-”

Obi-Wan
cut in. “Lend me your strength you idiot and we may still survive.”
The man hissed, his the
pupils of the man’s eyes blown wide with emotions Anakin couldn’t
even begin to recognize in his own tumultuous state.

Blinking,
Anakin turned to him then offered up both his palms despite one being
a mech hand.

Quickly
Obi-Wan took it and Anakin was gone, gone
into Obi-Wan and his strength.

Suddenly
he could feel
everything,
could
feel Obi-Wan, could feel Qui-Gon,
every clone, every Jedi, everything living
in
the entire galaxy as he understood that this
was the cosmic Force he had asked Obi-Wan to teach him about.

He
could feel Padme all the way to Coruscant, her
slight annoyance and even more a smug sort of satisfaction as if she
managed to get a bill through or a victory at least.

But
most important… he could feel Obi-Wan as he sunk willingly
into
the other man’s Force ability and as he did, he felt anger because
Obi-Wan was his.
He could see it at that moment, the glimpses of another world,
another life.

One
where Obi-Wan had not been sent away, where he had temporarily
belonged to Qui-Gon, been trained to be a Jedi knight until Anakin
came along. Then the redhead was his,
was Anakin’s master, his guiding light.

‘You
are strong and wise, Anakin, and I am very proud of you.’
The
whisper was soft and quickly followed by another. ‘There
are no other Jedi I’d want at my side, Anakin.’

Jedi,
Obi-Wan was suppose to be his
but the Jedi hadn’t kept him as they should have and so Anakin was
only now seeing clear.

His
Obi-Wan.

As
he came back to the quiet awe of everyone around him as the CIS ships
sparked and
crashed into each other up in the sky
to find Obi-Wan’s eyes still as liquid, green
fire, he wondered how the hell he was suppose to explain this to
Padme.

He
had once told her that he wasn’t a good Jedi, that he wanted more
and in this moment… he wanted Obi-Wan.

The
other was his and as Obi-Wan finally returned to himself, Anakin
freed his hands from the others only to reach up to the dazed
captain’s face to cup it and duck down, pulling Obi-Wan into a deep
kiss.

He
received a surprise noise, a dazed Obi-Wan uncertainly flailing
before suddenly responding, his hands coming up into Anakin’s hair
to pull him in, cupping the back of the Jedi’s head as he pressed
in closer with his lower armored self contrasting wonderfully against
the warmth of his upper, armorless body.

‘Mine,
just mine, only mine. I won’t let you go, I can’t let you go.
Mine, Mine. MINE!’ Anakin reached out into the Force and dragged
the other to him, tying Obi-Wan to him through the Force, entwining
their signatures.

And
Obi-Wan put up no protest, no shields.

On
the contrary, he opened up to
Anakin
like a flower before
the sun and let Anakin consume him with his power as the bond bloomed
for both of them with the Jedi knight tying them irreversibly
together with his brute power in the Force.

Finally
pulling back, to wolf whistles and catcalls, Anakin panted as he
stared down at the sweaty and dark eyed guild captain, who licked his
lips and looked up at Anakin with swelling lips. “…I believe you
have some explaining to do Anakin Skywalker.” He whispered, heat
trapped in his voice.

“Uhu,
will, gonna, not now, need you now.” Anapkin whispered in return,
leaning his forehead against Obi-Wan’s to catch the man’s breath
still, to feel his warmth and remain close as the fresh bond deepened
between them the longer they held it open on both side.

The
flow of the Force, of their signatures entwining was intoxicating
and Anakin would always want more of this, more of Obi-Wan.

He
almost wanted to be corny, to ask where the other had been all his
life but he knew that. And now he had Obi-Wan.

‘I’m
going to devour you…’ He realized with some trepidation
and yet excitement. ‘And you might just devour me in return.’
Anakin realized as those sparks of lights could still be seen in the
others darkened eyes.

So. Much. ANGST. For ObiWan!! Does Wolfyrubs continue with angst? Maybe some of the Council are a bit worried by Obi’s survival instinct? Maybe someone accidently spills and now the Senate are aware? Maybe Palps is even more ‘interested’ in Anakin and ObiWan?? EEP, THE POSSIBILITIES!! (giggling) Or maybe we see some sympathetic cuddles from everybody? (and isn’t THAT a mental image? Palpatine cuddling anyone? ERK)

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Padding
into the council chamber, feeling a bit like a beaten dog about to be
scolded, Obi-Wan observed his feet and therefore missed it when there
was a quick swish.

He
was however very aware of it when Plo Koon suddenly wrapped his arms
around the human, the kel dor holding onto him tightly with his claws
lightly digging into Obi-Wan’s back. “Force, it is good to see
you Obi-Wan.” The man rumbled quietly.

Glancing
at a slightly bemused but clearly not threatened looking Anakin,
Obi-Wan twitched before slowly raising his arms to hug Plo back,
making a confused, noise low in his throat as he glanced over the
fellow councilor’s shoulder to blink at the others.

He
was meet with sympathetic eyes and wry smiles.

“When
we heard that you had bitten and almost drained Ventress, we grew
concerned,” Depa clarified, tapping her nails on the chair. Obi-Wan
flinched but Depa plowed on. “For you that is, you stopped yourself
but we know you, oh Master Kenobi, you would blame yourself and
internalize guilt over what is clearly a survival tactic of what you
now are. So we were worried about your mental state even if your
physical well-being is clearly good.” She explained.

Twitching
a bit more, Obi-Wan opened his mouth before letting out another,
louder whine and ducking his face down in Plo’s shoulder, breathing
heavily for several moments as he felt Anakin’s hand come up to
gently rub at his lower back, reaching out into their bond to sooth
him.

Around
him, he could feel concern and love being shuffled his way.

But
no judgment, no disgust, no fear.

Nothing
that he expected that the others
would feel at least a tiny
smidgen of.

“Told
you I did, internalized it he has but not as much as worried it
seems,” Yoda suddenly croaked. “Your doing this is Knight
Skywalker?” Obi-Wan listened to the voices even as he kept his face
in Plo’s sweet smelling tunic fold.

The
hand paused a bit and Obi-Wan could almost imagine Anakin shrugging
in reply. “And the troopers, they’ve done quite a bit to reassure
him too about how his instinct to survive is nothing to be ashamed of
and clarified a few things to him. Did a pretty wizard deal of it
too, had him listening to them with logical points.” Anakin’s
voice was fond.

Fond
of his pack.

Their
pack.

Family.

Gathering
himself, Obi-Wan finally managed to pull himself away from Plo enough
to give a shaken smile to everyone. “Apologies, I just…” He
breathed out heavily before sighing and brushing his hair out of his
face.

“Don’t,”
Plo chuckled faintly. “Over something like this, one can have
conflicting emotions and releasing into the Force can be hard. As
long as you cope with them and do not let them tear you apart, we are
content.” Plo patted him on the shoulder fondly, letting his hand
linger a bit before returning to his seat in a sedate fashion.

After
a moment of gathering himself, Obi-Wan moved to the spot to report on
their losses and the ambush, Anakin settling beside him as usual to
fill in with his observation.

The
gas and aimed attack clearly troubled the rest of the council as the
information came.

“No
one was suppose to know where each Jedi were stationed, just so to
prevent such a thing.” Kit rubbed his chin, his tentacles twitching
as he leaned forward in his holo.

Sighing
deeply, Shaak rubbed her temples. “We have long suspected a leak,
an internal one, this only confirms it but it is very troubling as
Skywalker and Kenobi’s position was only known to the council and
themselves for very good reason.” Her lekkus twitched in agitation,
Shaak’s painted lips pursed in a tight little ring.

“Worrisome
it is, find the leak we must.” Yoda stated while rolling his cane
in his hand, ears twitching up and down before he sighed deeply,
looking worn out for a second.

Anakin
and Obi-Wan traded glances, both equally uneasy.

Leaning
forward, Mace looked around before nodding. “I think it would be
best to keep Skywalker and Kenobi on Coruscant for the unforeseen
future. However,” He held up his hand when both Anakin and Obi-Wan
opened his mouth. “I realize the folly of having them do nothing
and therefore I will give them the investigation of the leak,” Mace
looked seriously between them, seeming almost grimmer than usual
while stapling his hands together in front of him while resting his
elbows on his knees. “This is a very serious situation gentlemen
and you have the temple’s full resources to find
this leak and bring it to us to deal with. It is a serious threat to
all Jedi and the Republic as information falls into the CIS hands. We
put our trust in you both.” He finished gravely.

Huffing
a bit but recognizing the wisdom of the decision with a glance at his
own mate, Anakin nodded.

And
considering Obi-Wan seemed to be the main target, Anakin was actually
starting to warm up to the idea of being on Coruscant on what was
basically a semi-safe mission.

Semi-safe
because Jedi missions could get fucked up in seconds.

Obi-Wan
was stroking his beard, disgruntled at being sidelined but also
recognizing how important the mission they were handed and with a
nod, he bowed to the rest of the council. “I will yield for the
wisdom of the council and hope the Force will be with us all in this
endeavor.” He murmured, prodding at Anakin through the Force bond.

Quickly,
Anakin also bowed while the council murmured their own well wishes
for the mission.

“May
the Force be with us all,” Depa whispered. “Because I don’t
think much else is.” She smiled sadly, the ominous words sending a
chill up all their backs.

Hey, I absolutely love your work, especially small steps! Imagine Anakin going all dad on little Obi after the attack and being super protective basically not letting anyone but the clones near him.

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Moving
with the deaged Jedi on his hip, Anakin absently hefted Obi-Wan a bit
higher up when he took notice that they were a bit off balanced and
smiled down at his former master when Obi-Wan gripped onto his tunic.

He
got a small, sleepy smile in return even as Obi-Wan struggled to
remain awake but being at the Rotunda today at a meeting was clearly
taking a toll.

‘Not
to mention his still healing injuries.’ A small voice pointed out
that had Anakin mentally bristling in unhappiness.

Unhappiness
he kept firmly clamped behind his shields as he shifted into a side
hall, a shortcut that he knew would bring cut at least twenty minutes
off his route to get to the quarters.

Honestly
with his current body, the body he was more than likely keeping,
Obi-Wan couldn’t handle Anakin’s emotions when Anakin himself
went high wire as he usually did.

Or
he couldn’t handle strong
negative
emotions that
was.

Positive
emotions did no harm to Obi-Wan, it only made him a bit giddy and
maybe a bit hyper at times but negative…

Anakin
had already had three experiences with that and he could do without
the fourth as each time Anakin had become furious
or
anxiety fueled and therefore snapped at someone
and hadn’t managed to contain it behind
his shields,
Obi-Wan had broken down in tears, his child emotions and instincts
making
it impossible for him to just lock down his own emotions in reaction
to the spillover from the bond and in the Force.

As
mortified as Obi-Wan was about it, he really
couldn’t help it as he pressed his small, chubby hands to his face
and cried large tears that had Anakin’s rage turning to panic as he
threw himself flat on his former master’s graces to try and sooth
him each time.

And
honestly, seeing his bandaged, somewhat limp and tiny bruised master
coming off the shuttle with his head resting on Commander Cody’s
shoulder as he was carried burst into tears because of Anakin’s
spillover emotions was not an experience Anakin was eager to
recreate.

Which
was why he was keeping such a close tab on him and the council, by
some grace of the Force miracle, was allowing it.

Maybe
they could see was much as Anakin that Obi-Wan needed the contact and
the closeness.

The
troopers were wonderful people and they were doing their best… but
for a Force sensitive, used to communicating on a different level
with the Force, there were certain needs that Obi-Wan had, especially
in his childish body.

The
little quirks and waves of the Force that friends and acquaintances
sent each other when they saw one another passing in the halls. Or
even outright conversations carried simply with the Force for those
who were bound that deep.

Anakin
could speak with Obi-Wan that way and he was working to get that
close to Ahsoka, but such bonds took time.

But
at the moment, with him bristling, Anakin couldn’t do it, not
without risking spillover.

So
instead he sent little pokes and waves at Obi-Wan along with everyone
else that were close enough to Obi-Wan.

Speaking
of Obi-Wan… he was starting to get rather heavy, his body going
rather lax against Anakin’s chest with his head resting on the
blond’s collarbone and a little peek into the Force gave Anakin all
he needed.

“You
should eat a little when we get to the kitchen but you feel exhausted
master.” He murmured softly, running his flesh and bone hand over
soft hair.

Obi-Wan
let out a soft little snuffling noise. “Just… I don’t know
Anakin, my body won’t listen to me. And the healers said that if I
bolster my body with the Force right now, I could stunt my own
growth.” He whispered, his lisp becoming more pronounced with his
tiredness.

Stroking
still with the red hair, Anakin let out a considering noise as he
ducked into another hall shortcut that he knew of, frowning slightly
to himself. “Then I think I’m going to just let you nap honestly
master, an hour sleep and then we can give you those vitamin gummi
bears the healers assigned you and then you can eat.” He snuggled
Obi-Wan under his chin.

Honestly
he bet the stroking and slight swaying with his walk wasn’t really
helping Obi-Wan either.

And
that was proven right as he could feel Obi-Wan grow soft and fuzzy in
the Force as his body tipped from drowsiness to sleep, his body
growing utterly loose limbed as he breathed deeply.

“Rest
well little master,” Anakin whispered, already plotting how to feed
him and how to convince the council to allow the 212th
and 501st
work together from here on out on relief missions alone. “I’ll
watch over you.” He promised as he finally stepped into their
quarter hallway for their rooms.

It
was time for a long, quiet nap.

You teased us in century love with Dooku and jocasta not showing up. But anyways can we see Obiwan wake up with Anakin acting like a protective dragon around Obiwan?

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Breathing
out shakily, Obi-Wan opened his eyes slowly to a throbbing headache
and pain lacing his entire body.

The
world was too bright and he was so hungry
as he squirmed in bed and whined softly, feeling something else move
behind him only for something delicious
smelling to be put in front of him. On instinct, Obi-Wan bit down.

As
he did, the world came into focus as he blinked to find an amused
looking Qui-Gon sitting at his side with a blood pack held out to
Obi-Wan, which the Jedi had fangs
placed in.

‘Oh,
oh dear, right, that happened.’ Obi-Wan felt himself pale but
didn’t stop feeding from the blood pack as he took in the world
around him.

Everything
was sharply coming into focus along with the scents and sounds around
him, Anakin curled up behind him with his other ‘brothers’
staring down at him with anticipation and worry and his creator in
front of him feeding him a blood pack.

Finally
the pack was empty and Obi-Wan pulled back a bit, settling his
frankly aching head down on the pillow while feeling Anakin tighten
his grasp on him, the bond between them being prodded slightly.

“Well,
how do you feel Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon questioned, his tone full of
amusement but there was a thread of concern in the man’s eyes as he
watched Obi-Wan closely.

Blinking
a bit, Obi-Wan licked his cracked lips before shrugging slightly.
“Like shit, my head hurts but I guess considering the previous
circumstances, I am in pretty good shape.” The freshly turned
nosfer murmured.

Instantly
all four of them relaxed, Qui-Gon exhaling before sending a prayer
off under his breath as he threw away the empty blood pack and
produced a new one for Obi-Wan. “For a moment there I was worried…”
He shook his head, smiling as Obi-Wan accepted the pack and brought
it to his mouth on his own, feeling stronger already. “It doesn’t
matter.” Qui-Gon settled on.

Frowning
slightly as he sucked down the blood, Obi-Wan decided it was best not
to ask because he wouldn’t like the answer.

Qui-Gon
had once said there could be complications with a turning but he
hadn’t gone into details.

Clearly
the details were rather obvious if they could tell by him speaking.

‘Maybe
it has to do with cognitive functions?’ He mused even as he
absently patted at the other nosfer through the Force, feeling Anakin
relax with his nose shoved in Obi-Wan’s nape. It
would make sense considering your body was dying and it involved
blood, the trade of blood that Obi-Wan couldn’t quite do since he
had sever blood loss thanks to his throat injury.

At
that thought however his free hand shot up to his throat with a
slightly distressed noise, feeling out the skin with wide eyes before
looking at Qui-Gon without pulling his fangs from the blood pouch.

“The
injury is sealed,” Qui-Gon assured, reaching out to stroke the red
hair slowly. “Once I turned you, natural healing of our race kicked
in and the skin knitted itself together without leaving any scar
behind. The same goes for the internal stuff and your voice should
not be effected at all.” He winked slightly before softening and
stroking his fingers through the hair.

Calming
down and breathing out, Obi-Wan gave an understanding noise to relax
while closing his eyes because everything was really bright still and
he knew that had to do with the sharpening senses he had.

He
knew he had to return to duty, knew that there were things that
needed doing and men to reassure and the fallen to honor but right
now Obi-Wan was dealing with becoming something totally different and
trying to recover again.

So
for just a few more hours, Obi-Wan would just try to get used to
everything.

No
one could really blame him for that, right?

And
honestly, considering Anakin was attached to him like a krayt dragon
over it’s egg, it wasn’t like he couldn’t move anywhere really
with another person attached to him so valid reason enough, no one
wanted to piss off the unstable nosfer.

Hot pants Obiwan would be a 100% a direct result of a lost bet with Quilan Vos. Young 19 year old Obi, would be equal parts blushy and empowered when he sees people walk into walls but horrified when quigon basically swaddles obi in the quiz cloak. Adult obi with 16 Anakin, resigned and desperate not to let Anakin see him as anything less than Professional. Adult obi with troopers, troopers jelly over Vos before they know there’s nothing there, NSFW wink wink

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The
first time he had worn a pair of hotpants was after a lost bet with
Quinlan and he had been cursing the other padawan out in his head as
he somehow managed to wiggle his ass into the formfitting shorts.

They
were a solid metallic red pair,
with golden trimming around the legs and the waist band and Obi-Wan
swore that they were a size too small to really fit him but he
somehow managed to get into them without oiling himself to do it, his
pale legs and sparse copper hair exposed to the galaxy. And
with a reluctant sigh he also abandoned his tunic to pull on the
matching red tube crop top that exposed his belly and happy trail to
everyone.

‘It almost makes me wish I had trimmed it or at least shaved it a bit in.’ Obi-Wan sulked as he wandered out into public for the first time in the hotpants.

That
was also the time Obi-Wan discovered the power of his booty so to say
as he shuffled out of the locker room to glare at Quinlan only to
blink in surprise when he found the dreadlocks sporting man staring
at him with his mouth wide open.

“Hot
damn, I knew you’d look good Obi but kark me, you look…”
Quinlan finally wheezed out and Obi-Wan blinked more as knight
Billaba walked into the doorway, having been staring at Obi-Wan’s
ass as she passed. “I
could eat
you Obi-Wan, you utter snac.” He grunted finally.

Embarrassed
but also strangely pleased~by
the reactions around him, the way other Jedi were staring at his legs
or ass,
Obi-Wan just huffed and cocked his hip, noting how several of
the ones that were
looking at him flustered
or outright seemed to drool at the move.
“Well this was your plan Quin, I’m only wearing in the salle
however, I’m not going to get lunch wearing hotpants because one,
it’s disrespectful and two, what if I spill something into my lap!”
He snarked.

Someone
let out a strangled moaning noise but Obi-Wan wasn’t sure because
that moment Qui-Gon, who had entered the salle with master Windu, had
spotted Obi-Wan.

The
master let out a strangled squeaking noise, like a rodent being
stepped on before suddenly appearing Obi-Wan’s side, his over-sized
robe falling around his padawan’s shoulders. “Obi-Wan! What are
you wearing!?” He questioned in a strangled voice, blue eyes wide
as his large robe hid the his padawan from view.

Hiding
a smirk, Obi-Wan lifted his hand and pointed at Quinlan, making eyes
wide. “I lost a bet to Quinlan but I had no idea he’d make me
wear these pants Master. I’m sorry.” He made his eyes water ever
so slightly.

A
choked noise escaped Qui-Gon before the coruscantian born Jedi
rounded on the kiffar Jedi. “Vos!” He roared and seeing the
better part of valor, Quinlan legged it with a loud cry, escaping the
towering Jedi who was chasing after him.

Meanwhile
Obi-Wan just watched, tucked into the over-sized robe that smelled of
his master’s warm cologne and the aromatic sapir tea the man so
preferred to drink, the drink long ago having dug it’s claws into
the fabric.

When
someone cleared their throat however, Obi-Wan remembered that his
master had entered with Mace Windu and quickly bowed to the man as he
peered at him with one brow raised, an amused smirk curling his thin
lips. “Color me impressed padawan Kenobi, but lets hope your master
doesn’t kill Vos for that little stunt.” He drawled.

Grinning
slightly, Obi-Wan shrugged, hugging the fabric around him. “Eh, Vos
can run pretty fast Master and master Qui-Gon only tends to chase him
for about five minutes or so depending on what stunt he pulls… I’ll
make it ten this time though.” He sniggered slightly, his pale legs
peeking out from the robe.

He
flushed darkly when he saw Windu’s eyes trail the length of his
legs before the council master firmly dragged his eyes away. “Ah,
good to know padawan Kenobi… but maybe you should go change in the
meantime.” Windu cleared his throat.

Nodding,
his face burning, Obi-Wan quickly fled back to the locker but
couldn’t help the smile growing across his face because fucking
hell, his booty had power apparently and while he wasn’t keeping
this clearly undersized outfit, he was getting some booty shorts of
his own.

You
never knew when you needed an extra weapon in your arsenal.

‘Plus,’
He stopped, his grin turning wicked. ‘It will keep Quinlan on his
toe and hopefully keep him from doing too many stunts and alarm
master Qui-Gon enough for him to froth with nerves if I wear this.’
Obi-Wan wiggled joyfully and giggled mischievously to himself as he
moved to pull his tunic and leggings out of his locker.

There
was a reason he gained the nickname ‘Imp’ from his master after
all.

So I’ve been in pain and unable to walk for a while now, and so it’s put me in the mood for more Obiinpain if possible?

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Watching
the other sleep, Obi-Wan took in the way the others lashes fluttered
against his cheeks, the softness of Anakin’s face in their sleep
and the sight of stubble the other had yet to shave.

The
little dim light bar over the door gave him ample enough light to see
it and it was also what had kept him awake when both Anakin and
Qui-Gon had easily fallen asleep, the younger two opting to leave one
bunk to their tall master to enjoy for himself, Qui-Gon being both
tall and large and he clearly appreciated even as his eyes glittered
with humor at his former and current padawan.

Luckily
he didn’t say anything.

After
a moment Obi-Wan reached out to gently run a fingertip along the
curve of the others left eye, up his nose bridge and then down to the
tip.

The
action had Anakin scrunch his nose up and he let out a small huff
before mumbling and then settling again.

Biting
his lips, Obi-Wan breathed out before shifting closer to the other
Jedi, seeking warmth but also companionship.

‘He
smells of sweet flowers and musk…’ The knight noted to himself,
committing the scent to memories as he closed his eyes to simply bask
in Anakin’s hazy, sleep saturated aura that seemed to naturally
want to wrap itself around the people closest to him.

And
Obi-Wan didn’t try to put up shields to block it out.

He
instead basked in it with the warmth of Anakin’s body.

It
made him wonder how it would feel to hold Anakin’s hand, to let the
other lead him around and not just lean on him for support when his
chronic pain was too much for him to manage even with medication.

It
made him wonder how it would feel to kiss Anakin.

Would
he taste as sweet as he smelled?

Like
sweetened flowers.

Or
would Anakin taste of caff and the bitter treats he so enjoyed, the
bitter fruit that was coated in cooked sugar. ‘Sweet,’
Obi-Wan decided. ‘Anakin would taste sweet just as his attitude,
sweet.’ He nuzzled slowly into the others chest.

After
a moment he heard Anakin mumble and felt an arm wrap around him, the
sensation almost robbing Obi-Wan of his breath before he shakily
breathed out and relaxed against the man.

And
Anakin was a man.

He
was an adult who could decide what he wanted and if he really wanted
Obi-Wan… well maybe they could try it?

Obi-Wan
would admit that he was scared, what if Anakin, who knew so much
about all of Obi-Wan’s problems and issues, suddenly decided that
he wasn’t worth the effort?

He
wasn’t sure he could handle that from someone who knew him so well,
someone he considered a friend.

‘But
isn’t that where you’re suppose to look for love?’ He paused.
‘You’re suppose to be friends with the one you date because a
common ground and care is important. Equal partners and friends.’
Obi-Wan swallowed before breathing out.

He
wouldn’t know until one of them finally manned up and asked the
other.

Until
then he would enjoy the covert cuddling sessions and sharing of bed
as they took missions and sat on the quarters couch that they shared,
Qui-Gon watching them with knowing, bemused eyes as he sipped his tea
and reminded Obi-Wan of his medication if he was late on
one or two occasions.

Slowly
falling asleep to the warmth and the comfort, Obi-Wan wondered where
he would take Anakin on a date if possible.

Somewhere…
fun.

Anakin Skywalker has a purity kink and nothing can convince me otherwise. Obikin please?

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He
had been fifteen, sweaty
and breathless from a sparring round he had won
when he had the thought the first time, when he decided and
found something about Obi-Wan to be true even without prior
information.

Fifteen
and watching his master laugh at something knight Vos said,
unconsciously missing out on the signs of the female knight in their
company as she pouted at Obi-Wan and if the robes were a bit looser,
Anakin would bet his boots that she’d try to dip it open to show
off the valley of her breast while
fluttering her long lashes.

As
it was she was simpering while
pressing her bosom against Obi-Wan’s arm that she was holding onto
and Obi-Wan was oblivious to
it even as Vos eyes sparkled with amusement at
the sight.

That
was when Anakin decided that Obi-Wan was a virgin.

Chaste
and purposely unaware when someone was hitting on him, even a fellow
Jedi wanting to blow off some steam.

Even
if Obi-Wan used flirting during battle as a diversion tactic, Obi-Wan
himself was obviously a virgin that maybe had done some heavy petting
but nothing else.

For
some reason that thought was important, the
information was important,
but Anakin didn’t understand how as he turned back to Dara to
engage in a fresh spar as Obi-Wan glanced his way to see how Anakin
was doing, a softer smile curling his lips as he meet his padawan’s
blue eyes.

Soft
and gentle.

Sweet
natured towards Anakin.

He
had been seventeen when he understood why it was important, an
exhausted master curled against Anakin’s chest as the padawan had
grown taller and lankier than his master, the two sharing the cramped
bunk on a cargo ship they had barely managed to negotiate to come
with, both wanting to go home.

It
had been a hellish mission, Anakin would need new boots, Obi-Wan’s
robe had been ripped to shreds and both of them were sore as they
shared the bunk of their tiny quarters, Obi-Wan asleep almost before
his head hit the pillow.

Yet
Anakin can’t sleep as he watches Obi-Wan’s sleep softened
features.

Obi-Wan’s
soft breaths into Anakin’s chest, his body lax and vulnerable as
Anakin curled his arms possessively around the sleeping form while
thinking of Obi-Wan looking all doe eyed and sleepy and now looking
so painfully young without all his worries to put years on his face.

He
had the feeling if Obi-Wan shaved, he’d look just as he did the
first time Anakin meet him.

He’s
nineteen when he has a name for it.

Anakin
had a purity kink, Obi-Wan’s doe eyed behavior and obliviousness to
sexual offers being something that turned him on as he fucked his own
hand raw, remembering Obi-Wan standing under the spray of a shower
without
a care that Anakin could see him.

As
Jedi they couldn’t really afford to be body shy when their quarters
could be so cramped or even being out in the wild, and so Anakin had
seen his fair share of naked Jedi and yet none of them affected
him as much as his own master, the sight of the man standing under a
spray with water
running down his body.

Water
rushing down slick skin, pooling in the hollow of his back, rivulets
around strong thighs,
a flaccid cock resting against milky pale inner thighs, sparse
red hair on legs and thigh with such a thin groin trail…

Actually
most of Obi-Wan was rather hairless if Anakin allowed himself to
think about it, made all that white skin very visible, gave Anakin
unfettered
access to the sight of freckles.

Shuddering
as he reached his climax, Anakin closed his eyes tightly and bit down
on his lip hard to muffle himself, the flashing image of those milky
pale thighs, rounded rear and soft cock in his mind along with
lidded, sleepy eyes.

He
couldn’t help but feel a bit ashamed about that when he meet up
with his master yet couldn’t resist it each time Obi-Wan made his
heart race, he wanted the other so badly.

‘I
bet he’d sigh softly… maybe bite in his moans and mewl quietly…
he wouldn’t groan, he’s not vulgar enough to groan and he’d try
to be all coy…’ Anakin shuddered at the thought and no amount of
cold water could get his erection to go away.

He
was doomed with his master being so sweet and
soft around him, his disappointment always stinging deeper than any
council scolding ever could.

Anakin wanted to make Obi-Wan proud, make him smile at only Anakin.

His Obi-Wan, his master.

So, how about an epilogue shot from Undead walking?

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“We
are reporting from a historical first, directly from the Rotunda, as
after a vote of no confidence, former Chancellor Palpatine is
refusing to leave his position, citing war effort that would take too
long for a new representative to take over a-” Obi-Wan turned the
tv off, grunting slightly as he sat back against his pillows.

“So
there’s that happening apparently, looking forward to that when we
get home.” He stated dryly before sighing deeply and tiredly.

Ahsoka
and Anakin sent him a worried glance from their own beds, the three
one of the ten still put on bed rest.

Shrugging
a bit, Ahsoka smiled meekly. “I guess we’ll handle it when we get
home, right now we still have a full week in transit.” She pointed
out before snuggling down into bed.

Both
adult Jedi could feel her fall asleep rather soon after and traded
fond looks.

They
both half suspected that Kix and Bandaid
were low key sedating all his long term patient but none of them
could prove it and therefore didn’t bother to do anything about it
to prove it either as they didn’t really want to get out of bed.

“She’s
more exhausted than she would admit I think.” Anakin sighed fondly,
propping his chin on his hand while resting his elbow on his thigh.

Humming
faintly, picking up the pad with his novel that Helix had reluctantly
allowed since it wasn’t work, Obi-Wan nodded. “Wouldn’t shock
me, we were all in quite a state and the wrongness of the Force must
have gone in on her… I’m honestly shocked you’re thriving as
well as you are, considering you being a child of the Force.” He
gave his old padawan a puzzled look.

Wrinkling
his nose, Anakin sighed then shrugged. “I should feel worse, but
honestly, the moment we were away from the planet? My entire being
felt so much better,” Anakin smiled weakly. “I was just sore and
tired but Force sense I was fine.”

Blinking
a bit, Obi-Wan stroked his chin slowly before chuckling. “I think I
see, the Force purged the corrupted Force from you the moment you
were gone from the source, that is amazing.” He marveled, smiling
indulgently when Anakin flushed and reached for his own pad to watch
some of his shows.

Obi-Wan
would have asked him some more questions if Commander
Cody hadn’t taken that
moment to walk in with Captain Rex, the two looking rather relaxed,
though Cody relaxed even more when he saw his General actually
relaxing.

Saluting
to the two awake Jedi, the two wandered over to their respective
ones. “Came over with a shuttle,” Cody said quietly at the
curious look on Obi-Wan’s face. “Wanted to have a visual update
on you while updating you to the situation onboard. Helix has
everyone well medicated and relaxed while the rest are doing their
duty. No one is too seriously injured.” He stated.

Rex
was giving the same update to Anakin in a round about way, giving him
the star destroyer’s readouts too as the man understood them and
Anakin was nodding in satisfaction to hear it.

Feeling
a rather large part of himself relax as he smiled up at Cody, Obi-Wan
nodded too. “I’m glad to hear that. I was worried about… well
anyhow, Helix isn’t too stressed is he? Knuckleduster is helping
him right?” He questioned.

Pulling
over a chair, Cody sat down. “Indeed, they’ve gone on shift.
Helix has main responsibility as always but Helix gives over the
tasks when it’s time for rest and everyone is being kept under
observation just in case.” He stated quietly.

Frowning
a bit before breathing out, Obi-Wan nodded, understanding the
caution.

They
had been in contact with a dangerous pathogen that could desolate
entire planets and populations, to err on the side of caution was the
best case and now Kix and Bandaid’s behavior made sense too in the
last few days.

And
the empty beds between every the Jedi and the troopers that had
confused Obi-Wan so much. To if someone turned to give the ones
closest a chance to escape from them.

To
run, flee or get a weapon of some kind to use against their vode or
the Jedi.

Well
that was honestly horrifying to consider and he was forcing himself
to relax because if someone was infected, they would be having a
fever right now just as Obi-Wan had though Kix had proven that his
was only due to the injuries he had.

‘If
it was the infection, my brain would have boiled already.’ He
thought dryly to himself before letting out a soft noise when Cody’s
fingertips brushed his wrist, blinking at the Commander.

“We’re
alright General, we’re all going to be alright.” The man
promised, smiling slightly at Obi-Wan.

Huffing
softly as he relaxed into the pillow, Obi-Wan nodded. “You know
what Cody, I do believe you’re right.” He murmured as the Force
felt lighter somehow than in years.

If
that was because of them coming away from the corrupted Force or
something else, he was uncertain.

In seeyouagain can we have obi and qui spend an afternoon together or even a full day catching up in one of the flower gardens, picking flowers to lace into each others hair. Just being sweet on each other. Maybe lunch?

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Unable to do anything but laugh, Qui-Gon had to settle his sandwich back down on the plate he had taken from the closest refectory for their little impromptu reunion picnic, catching up with what the other had been up to since last. “You did not Obi-Wan, please tell me you didn’t?” He continued laughing hard, feeling his eyes tear up.

Laughing with Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan swished the juice in his bottle a bit. “I’m sorry to say I did spend a full two weeks hiding in a well eating food pills and mealbars until the locals forgot I was ever around or at least didn’t look for me. Came out of the well soggy and muddy.” He wrinkled his nose.

Snorting deeply, wiping at his eyes, Qui-Gon coughed as he tried to imagine his once oh so impeccable padawan and the now so beautiful knight sitting beside him hiding out in a damn well. “W-Well at least it wasn’t a sewer this time but please do tell me you managed to get a bit out of the well?” He grinned at the other, watching how the sun shone through the others copper hair through the glass panels high above them.

Choosing to have a picnic in the garden as a way to reconnect was turning into a wonderful occasion and Qui-Gon could feel warmth settle low and heavy in his stomach from the utter joy that suffused the Force around them.

Snorting too, Obi-Wan took a sip of juice and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry to say I was in that well the full two week without getting out of it at all. I’m really sorry for what I did to that well…” He trailed off, grimacing a bit.

Wrinkling his big nose, Qui-Gon paused. “I do hope it wasn’t a drinking well?” The master queried cautiously.

“Thankfully, no,” Obi-Wan grinned wryly at him before shrugging. “No it was a well to water the plants around. It was much too mineral infused for it to be drinkable but it made for very good plant water. Before they got angry at me, the president was bragging about how the well water aided them in growing their crops.” Waving his bottle at the man, Obi-Wan eagerly explained.

Lifting the sandwich, sure he wouldn’t have a laughing fit and choke on it, Qui-Gon nodded as he continued watching how the sun played on the others face and hair before frowning. “You should eat you know, not just drink.” He pointed out with a deep rumble.

Wrinkling his nose, Obi-Wan stuck his tongue out before reluctantly picking up one of the small triangle squares of cucumber sandwiches while settling down the bottle of juice he was enjoying. “I know but food really doesn’t appeal right now.” He sighed.

Pausing, Qui-Gon stared at his former padawan before chewing and swallowing. “Did… something bad happen on the mission Obi-Wan?” Questioning gently, Qui-Gon reached out to rest his hand on the others knee.

Staring down at the hand, Obi-Wan opened his mouth then sighed. “Not this one, the one before.” He plucked a bit at the bread before taking a reluctant bite of food.

Shifting closer on the grass, Qui-Gon switched what hand held the roasted bantha meat sandwich and wrapped his arm around the others shoulders to lean Obi-Wan against his side. “If you don’t want to speak about it, that’s fine Obi-Wan.” He murmured softly, daringly pressing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple.

“I’d rather talk about what’s going on here if I’m frank…” Obi-Wan ran his fingertips on Qui-Gon’s kneecap, settling his head on the older Jedi’s shoulder. “Am… am I reading too much into this or are we on a date Qui-Gon?” He asked softly.

‘Courage, courage in the face of this beautiful creature…’ Qui-Gon reminded himself as he let his nose linger in the others spicy smelling hair. “It can be a date if you want it to be Obi-Wan, I’d be content with your friendship but I wouldn’t say no to a date.” He finally stated in a hopeful, quiet tone.

The faint noise of Jedi talking and the artificial breeze through brush and trees was the only noise for a few moments with the far away sound of a waterfall before Obi-Wan finally breathed out heavily and turned his head up, pressing a kiss to Qui-Gon’s jawline. “I’d like that. I’d very much like that.” Obi-Wan murmured in a smug, happy voice before nuzzling his nose against the bearded cheek.

Chortling, Qui-Gon squeezed the other to his side and ducked his head down, nuzzling their noses together in a bunny kiss as it was so cutely called. “Then, consider this a first date Obi-Wan. The first of many to come.” The older man murmured before gently brushing the back of their hands together to encourage Obi-Wan to eat a little bit more of the cucumber sandwich in his hand.

He got a wrinkled nose in reply but Obi-Wan did take a bite and settle into Qui-Gon’s chest.

Moddy, in HoarderSeer we left off with Obi agreeing to go off of Coruscant, Is Bant the healer going with him or is it someone else? He wanted to go somewhere green, where did they send him? Naboo is a terrible decision since the Chancellor would definitely still have spies on his home planet, so a satellite temple? Maybe sending him to Ahch-To would be best, it’s in the Unknown space so only jedi know how to travel there and Obi would be occupied by studying the first Jedi temple…

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Waddling along with his hands cupping his stomach, Obi-Wan let out a soft huff of tiredness but did not stopping.

He had insisted to healers, Cody, Qui-Gon and Anakin that he would be able to walk from the quarters to the hanger on his own without a stupid hoverchair though he had accepted taking a few breaks on the way and leaning on Cody’s offered arm for support..

After much debate it had finally been decided where Obi-Wan would go into semi hiding and to be fair, he was quite happy with the choice.

Alderaan.

A core world close enough to Coruscant should Obi-Wan need to return, it was a clean environment with wonderful medic’s and it was friendly towards both Jedi and clones with Breha being more than happy to keep it off the books that Obi-Wan was there.

All for the safety of not only Obi-Wan and Cody along with the rest of the 212th that would slowly arrive as to not draw attention but more importantly, the safety of the babies.

Technically the rest of the 212th didn’t need to come but Boil was going for his little ones and the rest wanted to look after their pregnant vode, ensure their safety and comfort.

“You should have taken the hoverchair love.” Cody’s emphatic voice cut in through his musing as Obi-Wan turned his head enough to glance up at him, letting out a soft whimper.

Tucking his arm around the others waist in response to the whimper, Cody’s face twisted in worry. “Let’s get you to the bunk alright? You can settle down and take a small nap.” He murmured with concern.

Huffing a bit, feeling out of breath, Obi-Wan nodded as they stepped into the ship, moving towards the bunk while hearing the low murmur of troopers in the front with Qui-Gon. Normally Obi-Wan would go greet them but he was honestly tired. “I’m starting to think there is merit in healer Tan-Tanos suggestion of removing them at one point to let them finish developing in incubators.” He panted.

At six months, Obi-Wan was very heavy with his quadruplets, his back and ankles hurt all the time and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to carry to full term.

Nodding, Cody swiped his hand over the door lock for what would be their bunk until Alderaan and winced when he saw the thin, ship standard bunk. ‘Obi-Wan’s back is going to murder him.’ He thought in horror even as he lead his cyare over to the bunk to settle him down.  “That does sound like a good plan.” He agreed out loud, not voicing his concern over the bunk.

The bunk would be much too thin, too hard and too stiff for Obi-Wan’s tenderized body to handle well at all and he wasn’t sure if there was anything he could do for his sweet love, resigning himself to just giving the man back rubs when he was awake. ‘He’s going to give himself headaches from the lack of sleeping well.’ He grimaced to himself even as he brushed his hand along Obi-Wan’s jaw, feeling coarse beard brush his skin.

“Would you grab my body pillow?” Obi-Wan questioned with a small voice, pouting a bit as he peered up through his fringe.

Perking up and looking around, Cody grabbed the large, red body pillow that had been a gift from Senator Amidala.

Setting it on the bunk, Cody knelt down and undid the others low boots since Obi-Wan had issues bending, setting them aside while mentally reminding himself he’d need to pull out the bantha slippers Obi-Wan walked in most of the days so he could wander the ship without having to fight with a pair of boots.

Meanwhile Obi-Wan was sliding himself out of his robe and folding it with a soft noise, settling it aside as the man stood.

Helping Obi-Wan settle down on his side with the body pillow tucked against his body once he was comfortable, Cody leaned in and stole a soft kiss from the others lips with a small smile as Obi-Wan got comfortable with the body pillow.

It would provide some aid and support and it had a built in heat that worked to ease the soreness of muscles but the moment they were on Alderaan, Cody was getting his love into a tub. ‘All this because of you all,’ The commander thought fondly as he passed his hand along the swollen belly that contained their four children. ‘I have to say it is worth it and I hope Obi-Wan thinks the same.’ He smiled soppily to himself before leaning in and nuzzling his and Obi-Wan’s noses together. “I’ll go to the cockpit and speak with Longshot and Gearshift, I think they got first watch on the pilot duty and I believe General Jinn is there too.” Cody stated quietly.

Catching Cody’s hand, covering it with his, Obi-Wan nodded slightly. “My things are here, so he must be. He refused to let me carry a full bag of items if I wasn’t going to take a hoverchair.” Obi-Wan whispered tiredly and at this point it was honestly for the best.

It was just too much for Obi-Wan’s body right now and he couldn’t keep pushing himself.

About to get up and leave, Cody paused when Obi-Wan tugged on his arm. “Hmm?”

“Eat.” Obi-Wan smiled, pushing Cody’s favorite chocolate bar with peanuts and nougat filling. “You haven’t had lunch but this will have to do for now.” He settled on.

Softening, the clone leaned in and kissed his Jedi sweetly, stroking his cheek while accepting the candy. “I’ll eat.” He promised quietly, hoping that despite the small blaster strapped to Obi-Wan due to Force osik that made his love a hoarder was just a precaution and not set in durasteel.