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QuiObiAni
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Resist the dark- what happens now that Obi has awakened?
Humming sweetly for
Obi-Wan an old familiar song that they used to sing during the clone
wars as the former Jedi kept his head on Anakin’s collarbone, the
blond made his way into their apartment with the guards finally being
left behind at the doors, a mix of Jedi and clone troopers.
The hoverchair from
the med center had been abandoned at the doors even as Obi-Wan
half-heatedly protested as Anakin picked him up before he had just
gone quiet and settled his arms around his blonds shoulders while
resting his head on Anakin’s collarbone.
Reaching the couch
Anakin settled down careful so not to unsettle the redhead and
wrapped his cape around them both before pulling a fleecy blanket
over with the Force to wrap that around them too while nosing at the
others hair. “There we go, home and safe, tucked up on the couch
you picked in one of your blankets.” He assured quietly.
Just as much for
himself as for Obi-Wan honestly.
Having Obi-Wan back
home was doing wonders for his state of min as he held their sleepy
and sore love in his arms, stroking his hair.
“Good, missed my
blankets at the med center.” Obi-Wan mumbled, nosing into Anakin’s
black leather jerkin. He had been doing that since he woke up,
craving physical comfort and affections to assure himself and Anakin
and Qui-Gon were not about to deny him anything he needed in these
fragile moments with how scared they had been to loose Obi-Wan for
good.
Still…
Obi-Wan needed a
wash, he had been stuck in bacta and only had a basic towel down
clean up after being pulled from it.
His hair smelled
from it and was greasy and Anakin imagined that Obi-Wan didn’t
exactly feel clean either since he hadn’t even taken a sonic at the
med center.
“You ready to
become a clean, soft and ready for bed boy?” Anakin asked softly,
pushing his nose into the others hair. “I’d help you out you
know, just clean you up and tuck you into bed.” He promised swiftly to squash any worries from the get go.
He wasn’t
interested in anything sexual anyhow right now.
He just wanted
Obi-Wan comfortable damn it.
Obi-Wan gave a
small nod into his shoulder with no hesitation and Anakin pushed the blanket off and
stood slowly, heading towards the closest fresher with the large,
square black tub that could fit four people Qui-Gon’s size easily.
Entering the
fresher he flipped on the light so it shone off polished cream marble
floors and walls, all its amenities in black for a theme.
He didn’t care
for that right now as he used the Force to turn on taps and instead
settled Obi-Wan down on the shower chair to undress him, smiling as
Obi-Wan tiredly helped out. The medics and healers had warned them
about that.
Obi-Wan’s blood
loss would take a few days to recover and he would remain rather pale
for close to a week and easily tired out along with headaches.
Pale skin finally
bare, Anakin chucked his own clothes without care and lifted Obi-Wan
once more, stepping into the tub and slowly sitting down with Obi-Wan
in his lap into the warm water still filling the tub, grumbling a bit
as he realized he forgot to add oil.
He was about to
reach for one when Obi-Wan beat him to it, tipping a bottle of white
ginger bathing oil into the water with a little twitch of a finger.
“I like white
ginger.” He explained, shrugging slightly at Anakin’s questioning
look.
‘Not what I was
wondering about but fair enough, you use the Force as you wish dare
one. Kark knows I can’t complain about frivolous Force use.’
Anakin thought to himself while chuckling, giving a wave to Qui-Gon
as he entered.
Chuckling a bit
louder, Anakin watched the other Sith chuck his clothes quickly and
enter the tub, Qui-Gon taking a bottle and settling in to wash
Obi-Wan’s hair with both of them ready to spoil their healing
little love that had been returned to them.
Their Jedi love.
Neither Sith spoke
about why Qui-Gon hadn’t been there to pick up Obi-Wan from the med
center and neither spoke about why the other was late with Obi-Wan
too tired both physically and mentally to really question them.
Or the tiny spots
of red on Qui-Gon’s abandoned shirt.
Resist the dark- what happens now that Obi has awakened?
Humming sweetly for
Obi-Wan an old familiar song that they used to sing during the clone
wars as the former Jedi kept his head on Anakin’s collarbone, the
blond made his way into their apartment with the guards finally being
left behind at the doors, a mix of Jedi and clone troopers.
The hoverchair from
the med center had been abandoned at the doors even as Obi-Wan
half-heatedly protested as Anakin picked him up before he had just
gone quiet and settled his arms around his blonds shoulders while
resting his head on Anakin’s collarbone.
Reaching the couch
Anakin settled down careful so not to unsettle the redhead and
wrapped his cape around them both before pulling a fleecy blanket
over with the Force to wrap that around them too while nosing at the
others hair. “There we go, home and safe, tucked up on the couch
you picked in one of your blankets.” He assured quietly.
Just as much for
himself as for Obi-Wan honestly.
Having Obi-Wan back
home was doing wonders for his state of min as he held their sleepy
and sore love in his arms, stroking his hair.
“Good, missed my
blankets at the med center.” Obi-Wan mumbled, nosing into Anakin’s
black leather jerkin. He had been doing that since he woke up,
craving physical comfort and affections to assure himself and Anakin
and Qui-Gon were not about to deny him anything he needed in these
fragile moments with how scared they had been to loose Obi-Wan for
good.
Still…
Obi-Wan needed a
wash, he had been stuck in bacta and only had a basic towel down
clean up after being pulled from it.
His hair smelled
from it and was greasy and Anakin imagined that Obi-Wan didn’t
exactly feel clean either since he hadn’t even taken a sonic at the
med center.
“You ready to
become a clean, soft and ready for bed boy?” Anakin asked softly,
pushing his nose into the others hair. “I’d help you out you
know, just clean you up and tuck you into bed.” He promised swiftly to squash any worries from the get go.
He wasn’t
interested in anything sexual anyhow right now.
He just wanted
Obi-Wan comfortable damn it.
Obi-Wan gave a
small nod into his shoulder with no hesitation and Anakin pushed the blanket off and
stood slowly, heading towards the closest fresher with the large,
square black tub that could fit four people Qui-Gon’s size easily.
Entering the
fresher he flipped on the light so it shone off polished cream marble
floors and walls, all its amenities in black for a theme.
He didn’t care
for that right now as he used the Force to turn on taps and instead
settled Obi-Wan down on the shower chair to undress him, smiling as
Obi-Wan tiredly helped out. The medics and healers had warned them
about that.
Obi-Wan’s blood
loss would take a few days to recover and he would remain rather pale
for close to a week and easily tired out along with headaches.
Pale skin finally
bare, Anakin chucked his own clothes without care and lifted Obi-Wan
once more, stepping into the tub and slowly sitting down with Obi-Wan
in his lap into the warm water still filling the tub, grumbling a bit
as he realized he forgot to add oil.
He was about to
reach for one when Obi-Wan beat him to it, tipping a bottle of white
ginger bathing oil into the water with a little twitch of a finger.
“I like white
ginger.” He explained, shrugging slightly at Anakin’s questioning
look.
‘Not what I was
wondering about but fair enough, you use the Force as you wish dare
one. Kark knows I can’t complain about frivolous Force use.’
Anakin thought to himself while chuckling, giving a wave to Qui-Gon
as he entered.
Chuckling a bit
louder, Anakin watched the other Sith chuck his clothes quickly and
enter the tub, Qui-Gon taking a bottle and settling in to wash
Obi-Wan’s hair with both of them ready to spoil their healing
little love that had been returned to them.
Their Jedi love.
Neither Sith spoke
about why Qui-Gon hadn’t been there to pick up Obi-Wan from the med
center and neither spoke about why the other was late with Obi-Wan
too tired both physically and mentally to really question them.
Or the tiny spots
of red on Qui-Gon’s abandoned shirt.
In Resist the dark- has Obi woken up?
Stroking the pale
hand resting in his, Qui-Gon watched the red lashes tremble against
the others cheeks as Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered beneath the eyelids.
“That’s it love, come on now, just wake up for us,” He
encouraged softly while pulling his comm of his belt with his free
hand to call for Anakin.
Two weeks since the
attack on Coruscant that had taken out Obi-Wan fully and left Qui-Gon
with minor injuries compared, the redhead was starting to show signs
of waking with his body fully healed after his time in the bacta
tanks and healers from the Jedi.
It was his mind
that clearly needed more time but Qui-Gon was more than willing to
give their love that as he waited for him. And kept investigating the
guilty culprits.
Because believe
him, when he had his hands on them…
Well, Anakin better
hope either that he was in the same room as Qui-Gon or that the older
man was in a benevolent mood else there be nothing left for the young
Emperor to punish once Qui-Gon was done.
He was after all
the one who had to watch Obi-Wan’s guts spilled over the duracrete
ground, he was the one who had his pelvis smashed and he was the one
who had to beg the Force and healers to focus on Obi-Wan first.
There were things
he needed and revenge was one of them clearly.
But more than that
he needed Obi-Wan to open those gorgeous green eyes and just look
around, be aware and healthy.
To see him lay so
still and pale frightened Qui-Gon honestly and he knew that it
frightened and unsettled Anakin too who would go hard at the training
droids in their personal dojo, destroying several of them.
Just as the door
opened behind him, Qui-Gon saw Obi-Wan’s eyes flickering open only
to slam shut again with a soft whine. “Obi-Wan,” He whispered in
awe before waving his free hand behind him. “Anakin turn down the
light, its too bright for him.” Qui-Gon called out, tightening his
grip on the redhead’s hand.
The light was
turned down and then Anakin appeared by his shoulder to stare
breathlessly down at Obi-Wan as he slowly reopened his eyes to peer
up at them.
Slowly he blinked a
few times before whimpering and Anakin shifted to sit on the bed
instantly, pulling Obi-Wan up into his arms to lavish attention onto
him and soft assurances into the somewhat dirty hair. Behind him,
Obi-Wan’s hand failed a bit around until Qui-Gon took it, providing
conduit that would allow Obi-Wan to assurance himself that both of
them were alright and that Obi-Wan was safe.
Which he was but
Qui-Gon was not about to deny the other anything he needed in this
moment.
Too vivid was the
image of red blood on duracrete in his nightmares for him to deny
Obi-Wan anything in that moment.
He felt a spike
when half an hour later, Obi-Wan started to drowse against Anakin’s
shoulder and had to resist the urge to keep him awake.
Clearly Anakin was
equally reluctant but he slowly and carefully lowered Obi-Wan onto
the bed once more to tuck him in and hold his free hand. “Its
alright dear one, sleep well,” He murmured softly. “We’ll be
here.”
“Yes we will.”
Qui-Gon promised beside him, lacing their fingers together.
“Promise?”
Obi-Wan rasped and Qui-Gon had a guilty moment of pondering if they
should have called a healer and given him some water when he was
awake before pushing it away as emotional support had been needed
too.
“We promise.”
Anakin swore, stroking his mech hand over Obi-Wan’s brow until the
other was firmly asleep once more.
But this time it
was normal, he will awake, sleep.
The two sent each
other relieved looks over Obi-Wan’s sleeping body, each clinging to
Obi-Wan’s hand.
In Resist the dark- has Obi woken up?
Stroking the pale
hand resting in his, Qui-Gon watched the red lashes tremble against
the others cheeks as Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered beneath the eyelids.
“That’s it love, come on now, just wake up for us,” He
encouraged softly while pulling his comm of his belt with his free
hand to call for Anakin.
Two weeks since the
attack on Coruscant that had taken out Obi-Wan fully and left Qui-Gon
with minor injuries compared, the redhead was starting to show signs
of waking with his body fully healed after his time in the bacta
tanks and healers from the Jedi.
It was his mind
that clearly needed more time but Qui-Gon was more than willing to
give their love that as he waited for him. And kept investigating the
guilty culprits.
Because believe
him, when he had his hands on them…
Well, Anakin better
hope either that he was in the same room as Qui-Gon or that the older
man was in a benevolent mood else there be nothing left for the young
Emperor to punish once Qui-Gon was done.
He was after all
the one who had to watch Obi-Wan’s guts spilled over the duracrete
ground, he was the one who had his pelvis smashed and he was the one
who had to beg the Force and healers to focus on Obi-Wan first.
There were things
he needed and revenge was one of them clearly.
But more than that
he needed Obi-Wan to open those gorgeous green eyes and just look
around, be aware and healthy.
To see him lay so
still and pale frightened Qui-Gon honestly and he knew that it
frightened and unsettled Anakin too who would go hard at the training
droids in their personal dojo, destroying several of them.
Just as the door
opened behind him, Qui-Gon saw Obi-Wan’s eyes flickering open only
to slam shut again with a soft whine. “Obi-Wan,” He whispered in
awe before waving his free hand behind him. “Anakin turn down the
light, its too bright for him.” Qui-Gon called out, tightening his
grip on the redhead’s hand.
The light was
turned down and then Anakin appeared by his shoulder to stare
breathlessly down at Obi-Wan as he slowly reopened his eyes to peer
up at them.
Slowly he blinked a
few times before whimpering and Anakin shifted to sit on the bed
instantly, pulling Obi-Wan up into his arms to lavish attention onto
him and soft assurances into the somewhat dirty hair. Behind him,
Obi-Wan’s hand failed a bit around until Qui-Gon took it, providing
conduit that would allow Obi-Wan to assurance himself that both of
them were alright and that Obi-Wan was safe.
Which he was but
Qui-Gon was not about to deny the other anything he needed in this
moment.
Too vivid was the
image of red blood on duracrete in his nightmares for him to deny
Obi-Wan anything in that moment.
He felt a spike
when half an hour later, Obi-Wan started to drowse against Anakin’s
shoulder and had to resist the urge to keep him awake.
Clearly Anakin was
equally reluctant but he slowly and carefully lowered Obi-Wan onto
the bed once more to tuck him in and hold his free hand. “Its
alright dear one, sleep well,” He murmured softly. “We’ll be
here.”
“Yes we will.”
Qui-Gon promised beside him, lacing their fingers together.
“Promise?”
Obi-Wan rasped and Qui-Gon had a guilty moment of pondering if they
should have called a healer and given him some water when he was
awake before pushing it away as emotional support had been needed
too.
“We promise.”
Anakin swore, stroking his mech hand over Obi-Wan’s brow until the
other was firmly asleep once more.
But this time it
was normal, he will awake, sleep.
The two sent each
other relieved looks over Obi-Wan’s sleeping body, each clinging to
Obi-Wan’s hand.
Resist the dark- Vaderkin is recovering, so Qui and he decide to take Obi out on a date. Of course, things go wrong (Obi gets kidnapped; Obi gets hurt; Obi gets “liberated;” Obi gets hit in the head and runs away)
Watching the idiots
with boredom, Anakin settled his head on his fist with his elbow on
the armrest as he tried to pay attention to the meeting.
‘I promised
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon I’d listen to the Senators. I promised them.’
He reminded himself even as he wanted to bang his head on the wall as
they continued ranting about what nots and inconsequential budget
things that Anakin really just wanted to strike off the schedule.
Obi-Wan generally
handled this because he had more patience with the Senators but
Anakin had managed to convince Obi-Wan to give the meetings of the
day to him so that Obi-Wan for once would just relax and go on a damn
date.
To be honest Anakin
did have the back thought that Qui-Gon would repay this favor and do
the same for Anakin so he could take their third out on a date one
day soon too but for today it was Qui-Gon who had the time for it.
And though he was
still sore about being sick and Obi-Wan deriving amusement from it,
he did want them to have a good time…
Until he felt both
bonds to the other two flare with shock and horror and then Obi-Wan’s
turn black with pain before it went mute with unconsciousness.
Anakin’s mind
gibbered with fear and he was out of the office before he even
registered he was moving, his heart threatening to beat out of his
chest as he roared for the troopers to follow him and his comm
crackled with Qui-Gon’s panic stricken voice.
()()()
It had been going
so well, Obi-Wan had looked so happy on their little date that
Qui-Gon had allowed his guard to lower, especially after they had
meet up with some of Obi-Wan’s Jedi friend and he knew that they
were quietly following after as an extra precaution.
Obi-Wan wasn’t
aware of it of course but he was a very valuable target for those who
weren’t to happy with the government and the Jedi were all to aware
of it tanks to both Qui-Gon and Anakin.
The Council may not
like the new government but they did like Obi-Wan and knew that if
anyone would keep the Emperor and his former master by a leash, it
was the redhead. Which meant that their protection to their former
member was always guaranteed though Qui-Gon highly suspected that
Quinlan Vos and Reeft were following not because of any Council order
but because of their friendship to the other.
And yet…
None of them had
been prepared for the attack at all.
One moment Obi-Wan
had curiously bent over a vendors market stall, asking Qui-Gon if he
thought Anakin would like the cape in spider silk they were looking
at and the next both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had been thrown back by the
force of an explosion as pandemonium descended on the market.
Wheezing a bit into
the gritty ground as he pushed his chest up with an arm with a ringing in
his ears, Qui-Gon felt like his face had been burned and he tried to
focus his blurry gaze as he faintly understood that he was hearing
screams all around him.
It was just hard to
focus, especially as he felt Anakin in the back of his head, the
blonds fear overwhelming as it screamed in his head… and the
blackness that was Obi-Wan’s bond.
That froze Qui-Gon
and he rasped as he tried to call for the redhead, lifting his head
and stiffening as he saw a bundle of beige and white stained with red
laying about two meters from him, unmoving and in an unnatural
position.
“Obi-Wan?” He
rasped, getting no response and spurred on by his own fear, Qui-Gon
pulled himself over to their third, groaning in pain as what felt
like a broken pelvis was jarred.
And then he paled
as he could finally take in Obi-Wan properly.
He could see the
redheads intestines where his abdomen had been sliced open by
shrapnel, there were exposed broken bones in his left arm and blood poured from the
others mouth as wet breaths escaped him which indicated blood in
lungs.
For the first time
in forever, Qui-Gon felt true, genuine mortal fear.
Resist the dark- Vaderkin is recovering, so Qui and he decide to take Obi out on a date. Of course, things go wrong (Obi gets kidnapped; Obi gets hurt; Obi gets “liberated;” Obi gets hit in the head and runs away)
Watching the idiots
with boredom, Anakin settled his head on his fist with his elbow on
the armrest as he tried to pay attention to the meeting.
‘I promised
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon I’d listen to the Senators. I promised them.’
He reminded himself even as he wanted to bang his head on the wall as
they continued ranting about what nots and inconsequential budget
things that Anakin really just wanted to strike off the schedule.
Obi-Wan generally
handled this because he had more patience with the Senators but
Anakin had managed to convince Obi-Wan to give the meetings of the
day to him so that Obi-Wan for once would just relax and go on a damn
date.
To be honest Anakin
did have the back thought that Qui-Gon would repay this favor and do
the same for Anakin so he could take their third out on a date one
day soon too but for today it was Qui-Gon who had the time for it.
And though he was
still sore about being sick and Obi-Wan deriving amusement from it,
he did want them to have a good time…
Until he felt both
bonds to the other two flare with shock and horror and then Obi-Wan’s
turn black with pain before it went mute with unconsciousness.
Anakin’s mind
gibbered with fear and he was out of the office before he even
registered he was moving, his heart threatening to beat out of his
chest as he roared for the troopers to follow him and his comm
crackled with Qui-Gon’s panic stricken voice.
()()()
It had been going
so well, Obi-Wan had looked so happy on their little date that
Qui-Gon had allowed his guard to lower, especially after they had
meet up with some of Obi-Wan’s Jedi friend and he knew that they
were quietly following after as an extra precaution.
Obi-Wan wasn’t
aware of it of course but he was a very valuable target for those who
weren’t to happy with the government and the Jedi were all to aware
of it tanks to both Qui-Gon and Anakin.
The Council may not
like the new government but they did like Obi-Wan and knew that if
anyone would keep the Emperor and his former master by a leash, it
was the redhead. Which meant that their protection to their former
member was always guaranteed though Qui-Gon highly suspected that
Quinlan Vos and Reeft were following not because of any Council order
but because of their friendship to the other.
And yet…
None of them had
been prepared for the attack at all.
One moment Obi-Wan
had curiously bent over a vendors market stall, asking Qui-Gon if he
thought Anakin would like the cape in spider silk they were looking
at and the next both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had been thrown back by the
force of an explosion as pandemonium descended on the market.
Wheezing a bit into
the gritty ground as he pushed his chest up with an arm with a ringing in
his ears, Qui-Gon felt like his face had been burned and he tried to
focus his blurry gaze as he faintly understood that he was hearing
screams all around him.
It was just hard to
focus, especially as he felt Anakin in the back of his head, the
blonds fear overwhelming as it screamed in his head… and the
blackness that was Obi-Wan’s bond.
That froze Qui-Gon
and he rasped as he tried to call for the redhead, lifting his head
and stiffening as he saw a bundle of beige and white stained with red
laying about two meters from him, unmoving and in an unnatural
position.
“Obi-Wan?” He
rasped, getting no response and spurred on by his own fear, Qui-Gon
pulled himself over to their third, groaning in pain as what felt
like a broken pelvis was jarred.
And then he paled
as he could finally take in Obi-Wan properly.
He could see the
redheads intestines where his abdomen had been sliced open by
shrapnel, there were exposed broken bones in his left arm and blood poured from the
others mouth as wet breaths escaped him which indicated blood in
lungs.
For the first time
in forever, Qui-Gon felt true, genuine mortal fear.
So did Obi-Wan give Vaderkin whatever sickness he had with that kiss? Did he infect Qui-Gon too? (Resist the Dark)
The sneeze
reverberated through the apartment with how loud and powerful it was
and Anakin let out a deep, pained groan as he rubbed his reddened and
somewhat swollen face. “Obi-Wan I hate you.” He called out
somewhat muffled from the couch where he was pushing his face into
the pillow on it, shivering under the blankets.
“I love you too.”
The younger man chirped happily as he walked over to the couch and
set the mug of chicken noodle soup down on the caff table, reaching
down to turn the other onto his back.
Whining like a
child, Anakin pouted up at him as his nose ran with fluids along with
his eyes. “Oh come on, if you’d just take the medication it
wouldn’t be this bad you know.” Obi-Wan teased gently even as he
took a tissue out of the box on the table and tenderly wiped at the
others face.
“It tastes like
socks.” Anakin whinged at him.
“But it make you
better a lot quicker than my spiced noodle soup would.” Obi-Wan
argued even as he lifted the cup over so Anakin could start eating.
Sniffling a bit,
Anakin blew on the contents of the mug and took a cautious sip.
“Tastes better at least. The medication is nasty, I can’t believe
you took it with such ease.” He huffed.
About to answer the
Emperor, Obi-Wan cut off as Qui-Gon entered the Imperial apartments
with a bag in his arms. “Not to worry Obi-Wan, I’ve acquired
something better.” He declared, smiling at the two.
“Not so loooud.”
Anakin groaned, watching Qui-Gon get out of his boots with narrowed
eyes.
“Poor Emperor.
Such a sick little baby.” The other Sith teased him even as Obi-Wan
perched on the edge of the couch to pet Anakin’s hair while putting
the mug on the table for now. “But not to worry, this should work
better on your physiology than on Obi-Wan’s.” He said while as he
kicked the boots away from the door and made his way over to the two.
“You mean to tell
me I didn’t have to take the sock medication?” Anakin groaned
even as he enjoyed Obi-Wan’s fingers in his hair.
“Oh you did, but
that’s because I hadn’t found the kind for your genre of human.”
Qui-Gon chuckled, rooting around in the bag to pull out a flask with
golden liquid in it that he handed to Obi-Wan. “Here, give this to
him. It should taste like cactus nectar apparently or that was what I
was told.” He shrugged.
Smiling at that,
Obi-Wan cracked open the bottle and took the measure spoon as the
miserable Emperor watched them with glassy eyes and a pouty
expression.
He hated being sick
and he was a horrible patient.
At least Obi-Wan
and Qui-Gon were patient with him.
“Are you two sure
I can’t get any kisses?” The blond whined up at them even as he
opened his mouth obediently to take the spoonful of golden medication
that Obi-Wan was holding to him.
Huh, Qui-Gon was
right, a tiny flavor of cactus nectar.
“Nope, that’s
what got you sick to begin with. Me kissing you.” Obi-Wan chirped.
“You’ll have to wait past the infectious period. Qui-Gon was
lucky that he didn’t get it.” He teased gently as he picked up
the noodle soup again to feed the blond.
Huffing a bit,
Anakin drank slowly with a louder huff, pouting at them both.
So did Obi-Wan give Vaderkin whatever sickness he had with that kiss? Did he infect Qui-Gon too? (Resist the Dark)
The sneeze
reverberated through the apartment with how loud and powerful it was
and Anakin let out a deep, pained groan as he rubbed his reddened and
somewhat swollen face. “Obi-Wan I hate you.” He called out
somewhat muffled from the couch where he was pushing his face into
the pillow on it, shivering under the blankets.
“I love you too.”
The younger man chirped happily as he walked over to the couch and
set the mug of chicken noodle soup down on the caff table, reaching
down to turn the other onto his back.
Whining like a
child, Anakin pouted up at him as his nose ran with fluids along with
his eyes. “Oh come on, if you’d just take the medication it
wouldn’t be this bad you know.” Obi-Wan teased gently even as he
took a tissue out of the box on the table and tenderly wiped at the
others face.
“It tastes like
socks.” Anakin whinged at him.
“But it make you
better a lot quicker than my spiced noodle soup would.” Obi-Wan
argued even as he lifted the cup over so Anakin could start eating.
Sniffling a bit,
Anakin blew on the contents of the mug and took a cautious sip.
“Tastes better at least. The medication is nasty, I can’t believe
you took it with such ease.” He huffed.
About to answer the
Emperor, Obi-Wan cut off as Qui-Gon entered the Imperial apartments
with a bag in his arms. “Not to worry Obi-Wan, I’ve acquired
something better.” He declared, smiling at the two.
“Not so loooud.”
Anakin groaned, watching Qui-Gon get out of his boots with narrowed
eyes.
“Poor Emperor.
Such a sick little baby.” The other Sith teased him even as Obi-Wan
perched on the edge of the couch to pet Anakin’s hair while putting
the mug on the table for now. “But not to worry, this should work
better on your physiology than on Obi-Wan’s.” He said while as he
kicked the boots away from the door and made his way over to the two.
“You mean to tell
me I didn’t have to take the sock medication?” Anakin groaned
even as he enjoyed Obi-Wan’s fingers in his hair.
“Oh you did, but
that’s because I hadn’t found the kind for your genre of human.”
Qui-Gon chuckled, rooting around in the bag to pull out a flask with
golden liquid in it that he handed to Obi-Wan. “Here, give this to
him. It should taste like cactus nectar apparently or that was what I
was told.” He shrugged.
Smiling at that,
Obi-Wan cracked open the bottle and took the measure spoon as the
miserable Emperor watched them with glassy eyes and a pouty
expression.
He hated being sick
and he was a horrible patient.
At least Obi-Wan
and Qui-Gon were patient with him.
“Are you two sure
I can’t get any kisses?” The blond whined up at them even as he
opened his mouth obediently to take the spoonful of golden medication
that Obi-Wan was holding to him.
Huh, Qui-Gon was
right, a tiny flavor of cactus nectar.
“Nope, that’s
what got you sick to begin with. Me kissing you.” Obi-Wan chirped.
“You’ll have to wait past the infectious period. Qui-Gon was
lucky that he didn’t get it.” He teased gently as he picked up
the noodle soup again to feed the blond.
Huffing a bit,
Anakin drank slowly with a louder huff, pouting at them both.
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