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Moddy, in AWOLJedi do Cody and Obi-Wan ever talk about their feelings? Or does Rex say something to Anakin about his?

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Following behind the taller blond, Rex glanced around the hall, taking in the decorations on the walls of the dormitory hall. These particular halls had decorations along the walls, tiles making a mosaic of patterns that were broken up by doors with plaques containing names of the owners.

There were several containing troopers and they always made Rex smile a bit, glancing at his Jedi’s back before going back to looking around.

“Here we are, Obi-Wan and Cody’s place.” Anakin stopped, smiling happily, setting his hand to the keypad.

“Are you sure we should just barge in?” Rex murmured, hands in his pockets. “What if they’re busy?”

Anakin just laughed at that. “I bet they’re just napping, Obi-Wan stayed up all night with the kids, much like I did.” He grinned warmly over his shoulder, waving Rex concerns away.

‘Honestly, you should be sleeping too.’ Rex thought, rolling his eyes fondly as he stepped in after the other.

Only to crash into his back with a surprised yelp.

Furthermore, his wasn’t the only yelp and Rex quickly poked his head around Anakin to blink into the room, finding… oh karking hell.

“Why Kote! I thought you were playing chicken!” He wolf whistled, laughing at his vod as the other glared at the two, flushed from where he had dragged a blanket around his and Obi-Wan’s lower halves on the couch as he was clearly resting between the Jedi’s legs.

Their clothes had been scattered around the room, a trail towards the couch and Obi-Wan had covered his face, letting out tiny noises that Rex could only call whimpers with his own blush going down his face, his collarbone and down his chest amazingly enough.

“Get out you two!” Cody hissed, his ears bright red as he tugged the blanket more up.

Anakin let out a spluttering noise. “Obi-Wan!” He gasped in outrage and Rex decided to be a good brother for once as he gave Cody a salute and then grabbed his fellow blond to drag him out of the rooms, still laughing.

Thankfully, Anakin didn’t put up much of a fight, let Rex drag him out even as he let out more spluttered, questioning noises.

Getting one last look at his vod and the General before the door shut, Rex couldn’t help but snigger at how red both of them were. Then he tugged his own General after him, keeping a hold of Anakin’s hand. “Well, at least we know where they are.” He stated a tad cheerfully.

Anakin let out an outraged squawk at that. “I walked in on my master kriffing!” He gasped and Rex glanced up at the other, snorting at the sight of a blush climbing high on his cheeks, the tips of his ears red where they stuck out from under his curls.

“I’ve walked in on so many vode at this point that I no longer have any embarrassment out of it, must be refreshing.” He teased gently, smirking slightly as he noticed the rumor mill moving.

By that he meant he could see the knights freeze at the end of the hall as Anakin had been anything but quiet, the first grabbing the second and hurrying right back out.

It would be all over the temple and the vode by the end of the day he bet.

Hearing Anakin go quieter, falling more into step with Rex, he glanced back up at the other and smirked lightly. “You didn’t think your master was an old maid now, did you?” He teased gently.

That got a loud snort out of Anakin, still a bit flushed, as he peered back at Rex. “If you think this is the first time I walked in on my master, you’re dead wrong. I just didn’t expect it here. I knew Cody was chasing his tail.” He grumbled a tad about dense masters.

Letting out a thoughtful hum, Rex frowned. “You walked in on h-”
“With Quinlan Vos, on the kitchen table of our first quarters.” Rex looked up at the other flat words, blinking heavily.

“…He could do better.” Quinlan wasn’t a bad sort, but Rex had seen how the others destructive habits feed into Obi-Wan’s own destructive habits. So, yes, he could do better, someone who didn’t feed into the habits.

That gained Rex a loud laugh and a happy nod as they continued towards the hoverlift, knowing better than to head back to Obi-Wan and Cody’s quarters for a long, long while.

In The Snails Are Free how does Ani start courting his mate and when does he realize Obi is his mate?

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Hindsight makes him feel a bit stupid honestly.

After all, outside of Obi-Wan, no other Jedi or Force sensitive can see the other world, not like Anakin can and even those that suspect it can not see or feel what the two can and while some would argue that Obi-Wan could see because Anakin was his padawan and had told him…

Well, Anakin wants to facepalm as he holds onto his master with his tentacles as the other continues to haggle for the tea he wanted.

Obi-Wan is his mate and the Force practically cackles in his ear at the realization and tells him ‘Ding ding ding! We have a winner, finally, you made the connection. Congrats.’

Glancing at the other, moving a bit closer to the stand to avoid the wookie barreling through the market place, Anakin finds he doesn’t mind the idea so much as Obi-Wan’s large middle eye blinks slowly, his face flushed with excitement as he accepts the deal and pays for his tea.

His first mission paired back up with Obi-Wan had been rather smooth sailing much to Anakin’s surprise as his first four solo missions were one clusterfuck after another.

But at least this had been smooth and easy, just witnessing a planet joining the Republic, the deliverance of the standard Republican Senate pack and taking in who became Senator for the planet to join the Senate on Coruscant.

Just one neat, easy package and for once an easy mission Anakin was grateful to have with little otherwordly influences, unlike his last mission alone.

“We should get ready and head to the transport hub,” Anakin noted calmly, tugging lightly with his tentacles around the others waist but without any real power. He didn’t want Obi-Wan to stumble. “If we walk, its going to take us a good half hour, maybe more if there’s a holdup.” He noted when Obi-Wan opened his mouth to argue.

Obi-Wan closed his mouth instantly, looking a tad sheepish as Anakin had him clocked.

Smiling in amusement, Anakin accepted the bag from the rodian vendor for Obi-Wan, putting a hand on the others shoulder to propel him away. “I know you want to visit every stall but we really don’t have time mas-Obi-Wan.” He amended at the others pointed look.

Though honestly, it made him glow with happiness to call the other by his name, Obi-Wan’s need to ensure they were on equal level now making him even happier.

Smothering a longing glance at the stalls, Obi-Wan let out a deep sigh. “You’re right. Suppose I could return here one day.” He noted quietly, leaning into Anakin’s side when the other didn’t remove his hand.

Humming faintly, Anakin chanced wrapping his arm fully around the others shoulders along with the tentacles around the others waist. “Well, I did promise to visit every star when I was a child,” He stated thoughtfully, smiling when Obi-Wan sent him an amused glance, clearly remembering the childish promise of a young Anakin. “Suppose we could visit them together and come back here if we took a small break. I mean, we do get decompression time back at the temple.” Anakin noted, his stomach tingling when Obi-Wan laughed happily.

“That is true, I wouldn’t mind repeating all this.” Obi-Wan agreed genially.

Well, that tingling was turning into butterflies with the unsaid promise of the two of them traveling together some day in the future.

Not for missions but for pleasure, Obi-Wan enjoying seeing new things and researching said things and Anakin wanting to explore the galaxy.

Tightening his grip on Obi-Wan, guiding him around a rowdy group of clearly already drunk humans that were singing off key, Anakin and Obi-Wan exchanged an amused look as they noted law enforcement coming towards them.

Some things never changed, regardless where you went in the galaxy.

gosh I need to know Obiwan’s reaction to the kiss, they’ve been dancing around each other for so long in snow white purity

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The sensation of lips on his was almost surreal after waiting for so long until the braid was cut, the taste of cheap liquor, the smell of death stick smoke on the others clothes and Anakin’s chapped lips against his.

It was perfect.

Whatever else, Obi-Wan had waited for so long that this was perfect and fit in the life they had made.

Reaching up, Obi-Wan cupped Anakin’s face in his hands and tilted his head back, tryingly deepening the kiss as Anakin enthusiastically wrapped his arms around the older Jedi’s waist, bringing the two flush against each other.

Thinking of nothing but the others warmth, Obi-Wan pulled back enough to breath, chuckling faintly as he thumbed at Anakin’s cheeks, faint stubbles felt underneath his fingers. “What in the world did you drink Anakin?” He whispered, feeling warmed by the kiss.

Snorting, Anakin rubbed their noses together. “I have no idea,” He breathed out, licking his lips. “Darra bought it for me and told me to drink. Big fucking drink, tasted sweet but was cheap alcohol for sure.” He noted quietly, hands rubbing at the silky back of the others robe.

Licking his own lips thoughtfully, Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes in contemplation before shrugging. “Some kind of lower level cocktail then. Can’t say I recognize the flavors.” He noted in quiet amusement, stealing a quick, chaste kiss.

As much as he adored Anakin, loved him even, he was in no way ready for anything more this one night.

Humming faintly, Anakin gave Obi-Wan’s pink robe a little tug. “Surprised you dared to walk around like this, what if someone else came by?” He murmured, a faint tinge of jealousy flashing in his eyes.

Snorting, Obi-Wan nodded to the couch. “Only you can come and go into this quarters unless they use an override code,” He stated dryly as Anakin took in the sight of a plain, black cotton bathrobe on the couch arm. “If anyone else came calling, I would have thrown on the cotton robe and told them to give me a moment to get dressed after inviting them in.” Obi-Wan explained.

Honestly, you’d think Obi-Wan was never prepared for guests or emergency instances.

Outside of Anakin, he’d rather not have everyone know about his delight in silk and softness.

It was intimate knowledge and he liked only having Anakin knowing what he was wearing beneath his tunics and leggings.

Visibly relaxing, Anakin grinned faintly, backing Obi-Wan towards the couch only to pause in confusion when Obi-Wan lifted his hands from the others cheek and held one up. “I… don’t want to get intimate tonight Anakin,” Watching the other apprehensively, Obi-Wan relaxed when Anakin just smiled understandingly. “I don’t mind cuddling though. Just…”

Interrupting the other by pecking him on the lips, Anakin just shook his head. “You don’t have to explain or justify saying no, cuddling is fine. Though I want hot chocolate if we’re gonna watch that.” He snorted, nodding to the tv where the musical was still on pause.

Huffing teasingly, Obi-Wan poked his fingers in Anakin’s ticklish sides so the blond jerked with a yelp, Obi-Wan hid how he felt almost meek with relief at how accepting Anakin was. “I’ll have you know that Stars above Ryloth is a classical and you’d do well watching some cultu-” He scolded only to be interrupted.

“Blahblahblah.” Anakin playfully rolled his eyes as both tried not to laugh at an old and rehashed discussion about culture, reluctantly letting go as Obi-Wan broke from his embrace to go to the kitchenette to make said hot chocolate.

‘And some tea for myself at the same time.’ The redhead noted with some glee since Anakin was willing to watch the rest of the musical with him, humming happily when Anakin followed him, unable to resist teasing touches as Obi-Wan made their drinks.

Not that Obi-Wan was doing much to escape them as he delighted in the touches of his boyfriend.

Force above, Obi-Wan Kenobi had a boyfriend!

I know it’s your favorite, so how about some QuiObi Moddy? maybe some Obi being naughty or something?

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Now, you could be forgiven for thinking that Obi-Wan was a proper
padawan in all manners, being a detached and serene Jedi.

You
would be utterly wrong of course but so was life, many people wore
masks and with time Obi-Wan had become quite the actor he had not
been as a preteen in front of many a master that thought him
emotional..

To be
fair, not all of Obi-Wan’s serenity was feigned but he had his
weaknesses.

And
honestly, some of his masks was developed because his master was the
most rule breaking Jedi the order had seen in a long time and as a
response, Obi-Wan had gone in utterly the opposite direction.

Supposedly.

Qui-Gon
could often be seen biting back comments or laughs when someone
stated as much, since Qui-Gon was quite aware of the off colored
jokes and surprisingly un-Jedi like choices Obi-Wan sometimes made.

Not to
mention that he often called Obi-Wan for his Imp for a very good
reason.

So it
was no shock that Obi-Wan would develop the most inappropriate of
crushes too, that he certainly did not mention to anyone even if
Quinlan figured it out.

The
bastard had spent a good ten minutes laughing and then patted him
consolingly on the back as Obi-Wan sulked at him.

Still,
that did not change that Obi-Wan curled up on his bed and cuddled his
master’s robe to his face, the scent of the others body and soaps
in his nose. He just couldn’t help it, Qui-Gon smelled so kriffing
good, better than any dishes Obi-Wan had gotten at the most luxurious
of banquets held by nobles or senators and more enticing than the
perfumes of the highest opulence.

No,
there would never be anything more enticing than his master’s scent
and so Obi-Wan had… borrowed, his master’s robe for a small
duration, curling up in bed in only his shorts to nuzzle the rough
fabric against his face and skin.

It
smelled of sweet herb, the kind Qui-Gon denied he smoked in pipes and
of sapir and the musky smell of his soaps.

The
other had gone uniform in his body wash, shampoo and conditioner so
there wasn’t contradictory scents and mixed with the two potent
items as the tea and the tobacco, it made it into a unique scent.

‘How
is karking herb a good scent? What kind of fancy ass herb are you
smoking when I’m not looking master?’ Obi-Wan whined into the
fabric, nuzzling into the area where robe and hood meet, where the
scent was thickets along with the smell of body sweat.

Qui-Gon’s
scent.

Fluttering
his eyes shut, Obi-Wan drew the robe around himself, treating it like
a blanket as he surrounded himself with his master’s scent.

He
could almost feel the phantom sensation of his master’s hands on
his body with the smell around him.

The
phantom sensation of hands wrapping around his waist and holding him
still and he shivered heavily on his bed.

Curled
up on his own bed in the dark, his fantasy swirling around in his
head with the scent of his master in his nose, Obi-Wan missed the
sound of the quarters front door opening and the sounds of boots
being dropped.

No, he
was far into his thoughts and nuzzling at the robe, biting at his
bottom lip only to squeak and sit up hurriedly in shock, the robe
falling around his waist as he sat blinking in the light with his
bedroom door open.

Qui-Gon
stood framed in the light, blinking back at him before a slow,
predatory smile crossed his leonine face. “Well… now I know where
my robes have been disappearing to.” He murmured, his voice a deep,
purr like noise that sent shivers through Obi-Wan’s body,
goosebumps breaking out on naturally pale skin.

Anticipation
thick, Obi-Wan bit his lip hard as Qui-Gon stepped through the door
and into his bedroom, blue eyes focused unnervingly on him.

And
Obi-Wan would have it no other way as his master prowled towards him.

Would you ever write nsfw codywan for the jediarecats universe? I absolutely adore that series

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Finally, after what felt like an eternity and a half, Obi-Wan cleared
his throat and managed to look at Cody, his hands falling behind his
back, most likely folded like he normally did. “Commander, might I
have a private word with you?” He finally settled on.

Clearly,
the rest of the troopers noticed something was up as several troopers
looked up in confusion before quickly returning to work.

Cody
could still feel a few second him curious looks and he could only end
up being grateful that his bucket kept even his own vode from
noticing he was turning red and slightly panicked.

Yet he
was a dutiful commander and if he was about to be reprimanded for
what he was thinking about then he was going to take it like the
clone he was. “Of course sir.” He nodded, falling into step with
the Jedi as they gave the bridge over to Gregor as the captain.

And
with that, Cody was going to his doom.

With
the cheerful jingle of Obi-Wan’s collar filling his ears as he
followed the man.

For a
moment he thought he was going to a closely located office only for
Obi-Wan to lead him further away to an elevator, not saying a thing
and Cody too worried to ask questions.

He was
however confused when he finally noticed where they were heading.

Obi-Wan’s
quarters.

As the
General, he had his own quarters on the Negotiator.

Though
to be fair, so did Cody and Gregor too, they used the space to hold
their paperwork, as much as he hated it, they needed space to fill
things like supply requisitions.

Pausing
for a moment to let Obi-Wan open the door, Cody swallowed his nerves.
“Sir?” He finally got out, injecting as much of a questioning
tone as he could.

“Please
remove your helmet Cody.” Obi-Wan hummed, stepping in with a soft
jingle, the purple collar.

With
that merry sound, Cody stepped into his fate as he pulled his helmet
off, the door snapping shut behind him as the automatic lights
responded to the movement of people, turning on to show the small
room of Obi-Wan’s quarters with a bed in one corner and the desk in
another and barely any space between them.

Cody
barely had time to take in the little tea set and water boiler on the
desk before he was pushed against the door, his helmet dropping to
the ground with a dull thud in his surprise as lips pressed to his.

A
sweetly musky scent entered his nose as he numbly took in the fact
that Obi-Wan was pressed against his body, Obi-Wan’s lips were on
his, Obi-Wan was cupping Cody’s face with his hands and Obi-Wan had
kissed him after
hearing Cody’s desires.

For
one frozen moment, Cody just stood there against the door, the soft
sensation of the Jedi’s lips on his along with the pleasantly
tickling sensation of the man’s well groomed beard on Cody’s
cheeks.

Finally
the situation hit, just as Obi-Wan uncertainly pulled back, a look of
horror starting to grow in his eyes as he thought he had
miscalculated what Cody wanted.

And
Cody couldn’t have that, couldn’t have Obi-Wan withdrawing from
him when the other had kissed
Cody.

With
a deep, reverberating growl, Cody reached out and lifted the other by
his arse, cupping the plush bottom as he turned them around, pressing
the Jedi to the door forcefully as he kissed Obi-Wan feverishly,
wondering if he had passed out and was dreaming.

A
muffled mewling noise escaped Obi-Wan, his hands coming up to cup
Cody’s head as he tilted his head for a deeper kiss.

Obi-Wan
tasted of sweet tea and herbs and Cody wanted more of that addicting
flavor as he pressed harshly against the other, nipping at Obi-Wan’s
lips as the bell jingled merrily at every move.

He
only pulled back when he realized his armor was an issue, Obi-Wan
letting out a small, pained whine. “Shit, kark, hold on General. I
need to…” He shifted his right hand off that delightful handful
of ass to try and unclip his armor.

“Here,
let me.” Obi-Wan slipped his hands down, easing the pauldrons off
first, his lips shiny and cherry red from the kissing and Cody let
out a small groan at the sight, pulling the other back down into a
kiss as Obi-Wan continued to blindly unclip Cody’s armor.

Cloth
meet cloth as Cody’s chest pressed against Obi-Wan’s, the heat
from under the armor clinging to the bodyglove the troopers wore
underneath and it was only then Cody pulled back enough to give the
Jedi a serious if lustful look. “I… I don’t do this easy
General, if this affects our working relationshi-” He was cut off
by Obi-Wan stealing a kiss.

“Nothing
changes outside of these four walls,” Obi-Wan promised. “Only
inside, only when we are alone Cody. But when we are alone… I want
you, please Cody. I love you.” He whispered, heat and yet something
fragile trapped in his voice as he stared at his commander.

Swallowing,
something thick trapped in his throat, Cody nodded as he shifted,
moving back from the door to the bed. “I want you too… Obi-Wan.”
He whispered, dropping onto the bed on his knees to lower Obi-Wan
onto it, the room filling with stifled noises of pleasure and quiet
slick sounds.

Obex hurt and comfort?

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It
had been a tease, a gentle one.

But
oh, how bitterly didn’t Anakin regret making it now, four weeks
afterwards.

Just
seeing the way Obi-Wan had enjoyed speaking with Rex, the flush on
the tip of the others ears and the back of his neck, the smile on his
lips and he unconscious
way he seemed to always brush up against the Captain.

He
had just wanted to tease a bit!

He
had made a comparison about Duchess Satine and Captain Rex, both
blond and both mandorian.

Well,
mandorian blood at least when it came to Rex and he had some of the
mannerism of the mando’a Anakin had meet, the clones trying to make
their own cultures.

Obi-Wan
had given him a wide eyed, stricken look, just for a second and if
Anakin hadn’t been looking at him, he might not have caught the
seconds of mixed emotions in the others eyes and an apology had been
on the tip of his tongue before Obi-Wan had suddenly started to laugh
and wave him off.

Claiming
that Rex was just a very capable man that Obi-Wan enjoyed speaking
with.

His
tone had been… off, a bit high pitched.

And
yet, Anakin hadn’t gotten to speak with him because the subject in
question had just arrived with Ahsoka and Commander Cody.

And
then it had started, the hellish month of Obi-Wan avoiding Rex.

It
wasn’t apparent at
first but then it started to become more and more obvious, Obi-Wan
avoiding being too close to the man, avoiding sitting at the same
table as him in the mess, keeping all conversations professional and
seemingly even running away when the possibility that they might end
up close presented itself.

And
it was Anakin’s
fault.

For
pointing it out, for making Obi-Wan aware.

Satine
was all the way over on Mandalore,

Rex
was here, in close quarters and kind of impossible to really avoid.

And
yet Obi-Wan was managing it and by the frustrated and slightly hurt
look on Rex face at time, the Captain had noticed.

Fuck.

And
then they figured out
why
Obi-Wan had panicked and practically fled from Rex at every
opportunity.

Because
Rex had finally had enough had slammed his tray down on the table,
marching over to a visibly panicking Obi-Wan, who had tried to excuse
himself only for Anakin to be right behind him and cutting of the
escape.

And
that’s how it came out that not only was Obi-Wan not sleeping but
apparently he had a skin rash covering his back, pulsing and painful
that Rex could feel,
the captain grabbing the Jedi by the shoulders and guiding him first
to the medic as Obi-Wan stopped fleeing and stopped fighting.

Which
lead them to this moment.

“I
swear I didn’t mean for this to happen!” Obi-Wan looked on the
verge of an emotional breakdown, something Anakin had never seen and
didn’t think Obi-Wan could do as he stood in front of the council
holo, something desperate in his eyes. “I didn’t even notice the
beginning and only when Anakin made a comment did I no-”

“Blame
you we do not,” Yoda croaked, cutting into the words just as Anakin
started to feel a bit desperate himself. “Natural this is to you,
to Stewjoni natives, calm down you must Obi-Wan.” He finished, ears
twitching and pulling down, betraying his own calmness to the
situation.

Or
maybe his displeasure, Anakin could never tell.

Obi-Wan
swallowed heavily but fell silent.

“How
do you feel, Captain Rex?” Adi suddenly questioned, voice soft and
shifting the focus on the third occupant of the communication room.

Anakin
shot the captain a look, taking in how hard he was holding around his
helmet despite how calm his face was. “I feel the urge to move to
Obi-Wan’s side and help him calm down, his stress levels is way
above acceptable sirs.” He spoke steadily, Obi-Wan flinching as
Anakin shot him an incredous look.

“I’m
sorry,” Anakin cut in, raising his hands to pull everyone’s
attention to him. “But what in kark’s name is going on here?”
He looked about, lost and a bit angry if
he was honest.

“Told
him you have not?” Yoda peered sternly at Obi-Wan, the redhead
flinching once more.

Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to close it again, the
Negotiator clearly at loss for words before his shoulder slumped, the
man staring down at his feet. “It wasn’t important, with our
bond, Anakin didn’t have the need to know and I didn’t want to
worry him,” He finally whispered quietly. “This is my burden to
bear, not anyone else.” Obi-Wan finished, a bit firmer.

Frown
growing, Anakin stared at his former master before snapping his head
around to look at Master Windu when the man cleared his throat.
“Stewjon native’s have a peculiar defense mechanism with
all it’s ancient natives by blood being Force sensitive,”
He
explained in a lecturing voice, exchanging by looking between Rex and
Anakin, clearly explaining to both. Anakin stared at him, feeling a
shiver along his spine as Obi-Wan continued staring at his feet.
“They form bonds as easily as they breath, making ties to the
people around them, making them part of their ‘clans’ and
families as it makes it harder to harm someone you have a bond to.”
Mace murmured, sitting back as Anakin and Rex took in the information and the implication.

“Now
a days,” Obi-Wan whispered. “They’re more a menace than a boon,
we try to… not to create these bonds, but when emotions run deep
enough…” He fell mute.

Staring
at his former master, Anakin felt an odd sensation in his chest.
Obi-Wan had tried to flee when he realized his emotions were
deepening to prevent a bond already grown.

Too
little, too late and now Anakin’s captain was bonded to Anakin’s
former master. “…Does that mean you have bonds to others?” He
slowly asked.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan nodded his head. “Most of the temple of varying
kinds and dept. I’ve managed to limit the ones to the 212th
but there are a few there too… most of them are unaware but there
is a reason why Cody can tell when I need tea. And the ones in the temple are easy to control and moderate, like our bond as my former padawan.” He whispered out,
his face the picture of shame, like a dog that had shit the carpets with an angry owner.

“Tell
us Obi-Wan, what kind of bond do you have to Captain Rex? Is it
necessary to transfer him to the 212th?”
Depa suddenly asked, Anakin jumping in surprise as Obi-Wan went
ramrod stiff, silence permeating the room.

“What?” Anakin blinked, confused.

How much does Oni and Obi know about Palpatine’s interactions with Wni?

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When
they are Oni, secrets don’t hold up.

And
trying to keep something a secret makes them unstable.

They
had discovered that early on, when both Anakin and Obi-Wan were
trying to keep secrets and their fusion came apart only hours after
they fused.

Of
course, at first they hadn’t know that keeping secrets from each
other made it happen but after one particular one where Anakin had
fantasied about one of the rather voluptuous older masters and tried
as hard as he could to keep it from Obi-Wan only for their fusion to
come undone the moment he was created…

Well,
that was from there they managed to figure it out.

And
haltingly, they had slowly started opening up to each other.

No
more secrets between them.

For
Oni to be more than just a couple of hours, they needed to be open
with each other, to not keep secrets and more than anything, they
needed to be honest.

That
meant not only about things they thought but also what they did.

Neither
Oni nor Obi-Wan approved of the meetings Anakin had with Chancellor
Palpatine and after listening to Obi-Wan’s concern about why,
Anakin had started to see the meetings in a new light.

And
when Obi-Wan had gotten hurt about the closeness Anakin had gotten
with Senator Amidala during
Naboo, the awkward flirting and semi dates,
not to mention the kiss right before the arena on Geonosis that
Obi-Wan had gotten to see when they formed Oni to deal with Dooku,
both coming off worse for wear and injured but knowing,
Anakin had listened to that hurt and stayed with his master instead
of running with the Senator to Naboo.

He
had pretended unconsciousness when the woman came to visit and ask
for a Jedi escort back, meaning that someone else had to escort her
and
for all the disappointment in her Force aura, Anakin couldn’t help
some relief mingled with the frustration in his belly.

Obi-Wan
had known the truth, but hadn’t called Anakin out on it, just
quietly held his injured
arm
while staring at Anakin with undisguised hope and also a bit of fear
as
he sat on the bed beside Anakin’s on the way to Coruscant, the
emotions palpable to Anakin.

But
among that fear and that hope was also
self loathing.

Anakin
had to tackle that issue too with Obi-Wan, the amount of self
loathing that threatened to choke Obi-Wan some days, especially the
first time Anakin had pulled his still master close and kissed him
softly on
the lips, hidden away in an alcove in the temple, the shadows and
statue hiding them away.

And
Obi-Wan had allowed it, his hands shaking as he cupped Anakin’s
face in his.

Those
two first months, they didn’t do anything beyond a simple kiss here
and there or hands held when no one could see them, regardless how
frustrated either felt, they let their fusion do the intimacy part
they couldn’t do.

And
then Anakin got knighted.

Obi-Wan
had pulled Anakin into his bedroom that night, self loathing, love
and need in his eyes as his hands guided a speechless Anakin to the
sash and belt of his own clothes.

And
then Anakin had overcome his surprise, kissing Obi-Wan with all the
fiery passion he had kept on leash as he had been the others padawan,
pushing the older Jedi onto the bed and kneeling above him as he
worked the tunic open and discarded it, hands eagerly running over
wry copper hair and hard muscles with scars and freckles littered
about.

That
had been it really.

They
hadn’t let go of each other since, kept the bond between them that
should have been dissolved, slept in the same bed when they could and
held each other through fire and smoke and blood.

And
when they could, they formed Oni and shared all their secrets with
each other.

Obi-Wan
shared his self doubt, his struggles to please people, the events of
the past and even the darkness he had touched in the moment Qui-Gon
had died.

And
in return, Anakin shared his doubt about his place in the Jedi order,
his isolation at time of his own making, his anger at the council,
his actions on Tatooine, his bone aching rage and the dark he had
touched.

They
shared, were horrified, soothed each other and scolded each other.

And
belonged together.

Not
a perfect being but a perfect partnership, manifested
in Oni.

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Sliding
into the room, Cody glanced about then focused on his General.
“…Captain Rex has returned to General Skywalker’s side sir.”
He murmured, making his way over to his Sith, watching how the
holomap light played over the others face.

It
sent shadows playing over the man’s face, made lines that weren’t
there but the darkness also made those golden eyes seemingly glow in
the dark.

Obi-Wan
hummed slightly.

In
the time Cody had been gone, leading his brother away, Obi-Wan had
removed his outer tunic, leaving him in the rich black cotton tank
top beneath his layers and the dark leggings, his
hair hanging loose down his back, brushing slightly below his
shoulder blades in soft waves from his braid.

Hell,
even the boots were removed, set by the chair.

It
made the Sith look… soft.

And
it was a privilege to see this, of that Cody was certain and he and
the other Sith members were the only one who got to see this feral
man like this, undressed and almost soft.

It
made Cody want to muss up the hair of this powerful and dangerous
man.

The
thought with Obi-Wan dressed like this never failed to make Cody’s
breath quicken and his pulse race.

Glancing
at the map quickly, Cody raised his brows at the sight of both Nal
Hutta and Kamino, the two planets capitals zoomed in on. “Sir?”
He murmured quietly, stepping closer.

“Mmmn,
a philosophy of Sith is to take
what we want,” Obi-Wan hummed then chuckled quietly. “And
I will claim both Nal Hutt and Kamino as mine.”
He grinned slyly.

His
pulse beating in his ears, Cody moved before he could think twice,
the curl of those impish lips, the words and the flashing eyes
causing him to drop his helmet to the floor, sacrilege for a vode
really as he reached out and grabbed Obi-Wan by his shoulder, turning
the surprised man around as he pinned Obi-Wan to the holo display,
caught between the cold metal and Cody’s hard armor as the clone
bore down on him, Obi-Wan’s hands caught on the pauldrons of Cody’s
armor.

Locked
together, Cody’s knee pressed between Obi-Wan’s legs as arousal
thrummed between them, Obi-Wan looking startled but not angry or
upset as Cody slid his hand into that loose, long hair, catching it
to hold the other in place.

Breathlessly,
they both stared at each other, both wondering what the next move
was, waiting for the other to break this second.

Finally,
swallowing
heavily, Obi-Wan stared up at Cody. “…Are you going to hurt me?”
He murmured finally, tone low and intimate, caught
in Cody’s grasp and yet not fighting.

It
wouldn’t shock Cody if the other hadn’t been feeling his emotions
since the day he landed on Kamino, close to a month ago now.

Blinking
at
the question,
Cody tightened his grip on the others hair ever
so slightly,
just enough to give the threat but
not harm.
“Only if you want me to.” He whispered in return.

A
flash of heat went off in those yellow eyes, Obi-Wan staring at him
breathlessly and Cody couldn’t help but wonder if he miscalculated
when Obi-Wan spoke, low and intent, attention grabbing as always.
“Outside
of privates rooms… nothing can change, nothing will change. I’m
still Darth Carrion, I am the feral child and High General…” He
tightened his grasp on on the holomap display. “But… maybe with
you…” He hesitated.

Cody
felt his grip on the others hair ease as he leaned in, brushing their
noses together slightly. “I’m not here to tame you…Obi-Wan,”
The name brought another one of those flashes of heat in golden eyes,
Obi-Wan’s eyes unwaveringly
stuck on Cody. “I’m here because you told me Sith take what they
want and I am as close to a Sith without training… so that means I
can take what I
want,
right?” His lips brushed against Obi-Wan’s, the contact nerve
wracking and electrifying all at once.

He
could feel the others beard on his own skin, smell the oil the other
must use on it and he wanted to close that last distance.

He
didn’t.

Cody
waited, feeling Obi-Wan’s hands ease from their grip, slowly
stroking down the chest plate before fumbling around to the right
side, Obi-Wan reaching out his left to wave at the door, simply
shutting it down so no one could slice it open.

A
soft click echoed in the room among the beeps of terminals, the sound
of the chest plate disengaging from the magnetic. “Yes, yes you are
Cody.” Obi-Wan whispered softly, the breath and heat of it washing
over Cody’s face before the Sith closed that last distance, kissing
his commander as the chest plate got pushed out of the way by nimble
hands eager to explore.

What
happened in the command room was between him, Obi-Wan and the
unseeing terminals around them, armor and cloth discarded by curious
hands.

Modern Jedi: Qui and Ben juggle their modern lives, their memories, and this (maybe) relationship.

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Looking
up, Qui-Gon felt a smile slide onto his lips as Obi-Wan finally
entered the cafe. For the last five minutes, he had been wondering if
the other was going to show at all and had been checking his cell
quite often as the other was over fifteen minutes late for
what had their usual meet up once a day since they had found each
other one lonely day in this very cafe.

But
no, Obi-Wan was finally here and Qui-Gon allowed himself to scan the
other man, taking in the blue jeans, the green button up covered by a
brown vest and his open coat that seemed to have been hastily slung
over.

He
looked fine,
handsome as always and not injured or anything of that nature as
Qui-Gon had feared.

Obi-Wan
gave a quick wave before going to the front, ordering himself a cup
of tea and a meat
pastry
before coming over with a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry Qui-Gon, the
bus broke down and I ju-” Qui-Gon just held up a hand, waving for
the other to sit.

“Don’t
worry Obi-Wan, I have no plans today outside of meeting up with you,
I don’t mind waiting for you.” He murmured quietly, tilting his
head as he watched the other, taking in everything before nodding to
himself. He had honestly been more worried that Obi-Wan was sick or
injured, seeing him healthy and hale was all Qui-Gon really needed.

So
he watched as Obi-Wan colored lightly, taking a sip of his tea with a
sheepish, pleased smile.

Obi-Wan,
real and warm and safe.

Here,
in a world where they didn’t have prior obligations, a world where
they hadn’t grown up as teacher and student.

Where
no one would judge them as harshly.

Slowly,
Qui-Gon slid his hand forward until it was covering Obi-Wan’s,
watching as the other paused in surprise before relaxing, turning his
hand to hold Qui-Gon’s in turn.

The
two stared at each others for long minutes. “No Jedi here.”
Qui-Gon finally ventured.

Quirking
his lips, Obi-Wan tightened his hold on the others hand. “No,
there… there really aren’t any Jedi here,” He murmured, a note
of longing in his voice and Force aura but before Qui-Gon could
apologize, those deep green eyes focused on him, stealing his words
with the love obvious in them. “But you are. You’re always been
here, my dearest Qui-Gon.” He murmured quietly.

Tightening
his grip on Obi-Wan’s hand, Qui-Gon fumblingly reached for his
wallet, suddenly feeling so much bigger and clumsier than ever as he
tried to get the button of the wallet to snap open with one hand,
coloring bit when Obi-Wan just smiled fondly at him. “I, I got
these sent to me yesterday, an
opening for Hamilton the musical for me and a guest, I was wondering
if you’d like to go with me Obi-Wan.” He finally managed to get
his hands on the goldenish tickets, showing them to the other.

Eyes
going a bit wider in surprise, Obi-Wan stared at the tickets. “I
thought Hamilton was sold out?” He stammered out, glancing up at
Qui-Gon.

Smiling
wryly, waving the tickets a bit, Qui-Gon sighed. “Well my family
apparently owns stocks in the theater they are showing it in, so I
got sent some as a curtsy.” Truth be told, Qui-Gon didn’t often
go to these functions, finding them lonely without a second person to
share them with.

He’d
go to the art exhibitions as there was always someone to speak with
there but the musicals and theater plays… well, he’d rather have
someone to share that with.

And
he had now, if Obi-Wan would only say…

“I-Yes
Qui-Gon, I’ve wanted to see this for ages, of course I’d come
with you,” He beamed warmly, Obi-Wan’s eyes sparkling before
turning mischievous. “So I guess we’re finally officially going
on that first date Anakin’s been bugging us about huh?” He
teased.

Coloring,
setting the tickets down on the table between them, Qui-Gon smiled
sheepishly. “You know about that huh?” He chuckled quietly,
smiling more when Obi-Wan snorted deeply.

“Anakin’s
been complaining about how slow we are for days now, whenever he
calls me. Believe me, I’ve heard enough about our snail pace,”
Obi-Wan noted dryly before smiling softly. “But he does care for
us, so I guess I can’t blame him too much.” He glanced down at
the tickets on the table before squeezing Qui-Gon’s hand, reaching
out in the Force to gently pull their beings together and meld.

It
was an intimate feeling, as if their very souls were pressing against
each other and Qui-Gon shivered faintly even as he continued staring
at a smiling Obi-Wan.

The
Jedi weren’t there anymore.

They
were free to do whatever they pleased in this world and what Qui-Gon
wanted to do… was to take Obi-Wan on a date that ended with a kiss.

And
Force above, that was exactly what Qui-Gon was going to do.

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Looking
up, Obi-Wan considered the sky with narrowed eyes before sighing and
letting out a soft huff as he lifted his wing over the man beside
him.

“General?”
Cody blinked, lowering his binoculars to look at the other man as
Obi-Wan tugged the hood of his robe up over his head.

Instead
of answering, Obi-Wan just sighed again and started to count. “Three,
two, one,” He murmured in resignation and with a booming of thunder
going off over them, the sky broke open to pouring rain hitting down
on them.

Or
well, on Obi-Wan.

His
wing kept Cody very well dry thank you, as was the Jedi’s intention
when he had lifted it over the man’s head.

Staring
up for a moment, Cody blinked and winced when lighting suddenly
streaked across the sky. “Oh well this is unpleasant,” He
grumbled, his General and potential boyfriend grumbling in agreement.
“You
didn’t have to shield me General.” He tacked on after a second,
not raising the binoculars just yet as the rain continued to pound
down around them, most likely soaking the General if he wasn’t
using a Force trick, another round of lighting streaking across the
sky once more.

Huffing
a bit, Obi-Wan sent him a soft, fond smile. “I didn’t have to,
no.” He agreed quietly, gently brushing their gloved hands together
as rain dripped off the darkened brown of his hood.

Flushing
and feeling a bit lightheaded, Cody thanked whoever had designed
their armor to include the dark visor.

But
even as he sent off silent thanks, he captured Obi-Wan’s hand and
held onto it, charmed by the gentle way the Jedi held onto his hand,
allowing Cody to take the leaps and deepening of their relationship.

If
it wasn’t for the fact that he knew they’d be seen from the camp
behind them, Cody might actually risk removing his helmet to try
kissing the Jedi but that would have to wait, the rain was no
guarantee of privacy and he was getting quite fed up with his men’s
little catcalling and teasing these days.

Honestly,
Cody adored his vode but sometimes they could be utter assholes and
really, he’d rather not be teased about his first kiss with his
shiny jetii.

Glancing
up when he heard another boom of thunder that echoed off the cliffs
around them, Cody frowned as another lighting strike came, this time
hitting down not too awfully far away. “Any hope of those hitting
down on the clankers you think?” He questioned dryly, having to
raise his voice to get over the sound of the rain.

He
got a thoughtful hum in return and Obi-Wan tilted his hood covered
head. “Honestly, I rather think we won’t get that lucky
unfortunately. Would be nice but with our luck, it be more likely to
hit down in our own camp.” Obi-Wan chuckled and both flinched as at
that moment, as if summoned by the words, a lighting strike did
indeed hit the lighting rod that had been set up earlier as the world
was known for storms.

Both
looked back at the rod, watching the sparking light around it before
the power was absorbed and put out into the wires lined up to it,
used to power their equipment. “…Please don’t crush a can in
space General, we really don’t need any tents on fire.” Cody
stated cautiously, turning his head to look at the now sheepish Jedi.

Squeezing
the commander’s hand carefully in
apology,
Obi-Wan nodded, his wing rustling over Cody’s head and allowing a
few drops to roll of the wing and onto the commander. “Apologies
Commander, that was… yes I do believe I shall be keeping my
comments to myself.” He laughed awkwardly, raising his other hand
to scratch his beard covered cheek.

Snorting
faintly, Cody turned his head forward again and went back to
observing the clanker camp, eyes on the lit up tent of the CIS
general in control and the wandering command droids that directed the
rest of the metal scrap.

All
of them unaware that General Kenobi himself was there and oh, Cody
was looking forward to them seeing the giant hippogriff when they
attacked.

Looking
forward to getting a ride too honestly.

His
cheeks colored fiercely as his mind giggled immaturely
and pointed out another kind of riding he could do with Obi-Wan.

Cody
blamed Rex for that, the vod being an utter asshole sometimes and
loudly reading from the erotica magazine that spoke about all the
things a Force sensitive could do when being intimate in rec time
when he knew Cody was around.

Well
now Cody really couldn’t wait for the battle because at least that
would take his mind off that
kind of riding.

‘Ugh,
I really need a drink.’ Cody thought despondently, even as he
smiled inside his bucket as Obi-Wan started gently playing with his
fingers in a playful move as the commander continued to observe the
enemy camp.