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How about a NSWF one with Rex/Obi-Wan? Rex has a little experience and is very surprised to understand Obi-Wan don’t. But that’s ok, he’s ready to teach him!

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Kissing was nice.

Kissing a vod or even a civilian was very nice and Rex wasn’t one
to turn down a peck or even a full snog by someone grateful as long
as there was time and it was mutual like.

Kissing General Kenobi was nicer then all of that, the Jedi holding
onto him with a slightly needy expression on his face and the barest
of blushes that coated the back of his neck and ears as he pushed
close.

Bracing the other against the door, Rex slid one hand down and lifted
Obi-Wan’s leg, wrapping it up around Rex hip so he could jus-

“Ah!” Obi-Wan threw his head back, the back hitting the door with
a little thunk as his hands clenched into Rex side, surely leaving
behind bruises.

“Sensitive.” The captain purred, rocking his hips lightly.

Embarrassment lit up all over Obi-Wan’s face and Rex paused a bit,
eyeing the other before giving a slow grind, watching how Obi-Wan
mouth fell open as a keen of pleasure escaped him. “Very
sensitive…” Rex murmured then shifted, pressing a gentler kiss to
the others nose. “Obi-Wan, I hate to embarrass you but I need to
know, have you done this before? At all?”

Shifting against the door and Rex, Obi-Wan swallowed down the needy
whimper that oversensitive flesh against cloth caused. “I… never?
I’ve… never done this before.” He flushed darker. “I just…”
He shrugged.

Honestly he had no explanation for why he never had sex.

He had ample of opportunity, even wanted to at times.

Satine was a clear memory of wanting but never actually doing.

Rex blinked then smiled. “Well… I’m not that experienced but I
know what I’m doing… though are you sure you want a clone to be
your fi-”

Obi-Wan leaned in and pecked him on the lips. “I think that I want
someone who looks at me like you do, yes.” He grinned nervously.
“Just… if I seem nervous its not because I’m scared. Just new
to it all.”

“Well…” Rex leaned in, lips hovering over Obi-Wan’s as his
voice dropped. “Tell me what you have done?” He rumbled.

“S-Self gratification?” Obi-Wan swallowed, leaning in, chasing
Rex lips as the captain leaned back to keep the little distance.

Lips curved into a small smile. “And that’s all? Choking the
chicken?”

“…That’s a mood ruiner.” Obi-Wan offered flatly back, head
dropping back against the door.

“Perhaps but I can get the mood back.” Rex grinned.

Carefully he started to press tender kisses against Obi-Wan’s neck,
listening to the soft hitch of the others breath as he started to
roll his hips into.

“Oh Kark.” Obi-Wan shuddered, digging his nails into Rex side
again before desperately tugging at the armor blacks the other wore.
“Rex, Rex please…” He murmured.

With a low growl of displeasure, Rex pulled back enough to pull the
upper part of the bodysuit off, giving a surprised grunt when curious
lips and hands instantly got to warm flesh to explore. ‘Frip being
unexperienced, that mouth feels really good.’ Rex panted quietly,
tucking one hand into the redhead’s hair, rubbing lightly as
Obi-Wan tasted salt and skin, eager and lustful.

‘I am a lucky vod.’

How about a NSWF one with Rex/Obi-Wan? Rex has a little experience and is very surprised to understand Obi-Wan don’t. But that’s ok, he’s ready to teach him!

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Kissing was nice.

Kissing a vod or even a civilian was very nice and Rex wasn’t one
to turn down a peck or even a full snog by someone grateful as long
as there was time and it was mutual like.

Kissing General Kenobi was nicer then all of that, the Jedi holding
onto him with a slightly needy expression on his face and the barest
of blushes that coated the back of his neck and ears as he pushed
close.

Bracing the other against the door, Rex slid one hand down and lifted
Obi-Wan’s leg, wrapping it up around Rex hip so he could jus-

“Ah!” Obi-Wan threw his head back, the back hitting the door with
a little thunk as his hands clenched into Rex side, surely leaving
behind bruises.

“Sensitive.” The captain purred, rocking his hips lightly.

Embarrassment lit up all over Obi-Wan’s face and Rex paused a bit,
eyeing the other before giving a slow grind, watching how Obi-Wan
mouth fell open as a keen of pleasure escaped him. “Very
sensitive…” Rex murmured then shifted, pressing a gentler kiss to
the others nose. “Obi-Wan, I hate to embarrass you but I need to
know, have you done this before? At all?”

Shifting against the door and Rex, Obi-Wan swallowed down the needy
whimper that oversensitive flesh against cloth caused. “I… never?
I’ve… never done this before.” He flushed darker. “I just…”
He shrugged.

Honestly he had no explanation for why he never had sex.

He had ample of opportunity, even wanted to at times.

Satine was a clear memory of wanting but never actually doing.

Rex blinked then smiled. “Well… I’m not that experienced but I
know what I’m doing… though are you sure you want a clone to be
your fi-”

Obi-Wan leaned in and pecked him on the lips. “I think that I want
someone who looks at me like you do, yes.” He grinned nervously.
“Just… if I seem nervous its not because I’m scared. Just new
to it all.”

“Well…” Rex leaned in, lips hovering over Obi-Wan’s as his
voice dropped. “Tell me what you have done?” He rumbled.

“S-Self gratification?” Obi-Wan swallowed, leaning in, chasing
Rex lips as the captain leaned back to keep the little distance.

Lips curved into a small smile. “And that’s all? Choking the
chicken?”

“…That’s a mood ruiner.” Obi-Wan offered flatly back, head
dropping back against the door.

“Perhaps but I can get the mood back.” Rex grinned.

Carefully he started to press tender kisses against Obi-Wan’s neck,
listening to the soft hitch of the others breath as he started to
roll his hips into.

“Oh Kark.” Obi-Wan shuddered, digging his nails into Rex side
again before desperately tugging at the armor blacks the other wore.
“Rex, Rex please…” He murmured.

With a low growl of displeasure, Rex pulled back enough to pull the
upper part of the bodysuit off, giving a surprised grunt when curious
lips and hands instantly got to warm flesh to explore. ‘Frip being
unexperienced, that mouth feels really good.’ Rex panted quietly,
tucking one hand into the redhead’s hair, rubbing lightly as
Obi-Wan tasted salt and skin, eager and lustful.

‘I am a lucky vod.’

In NotHisFault what is Mad Ammada going to tell Anakin, and why?!?

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The
chagrian ushered them in quickly, glancing nervously around before
relaxing when he didn’t seem to see anyone he feared. “Thank you
for arriving so quickly.” The man murmured, waving the Jedi’s
into his apartment. “I’d offer you all refreshment but…I don’t
have much right now.” Amedda offered honestly.

Anakin
crossed his arms over his chest, standing by the couch as Ahsoka sat
down on it with Depa, the two watching the Vice Chancellor curiously.
“You said you had information we needed to hear. Something Obi-Wan
was not to hear.” The
Knight said seriously, tapping his fingers against his upper arm.

Muttering a quiet curse, Amedda dropped into one of the chairs by the
coffee table. “Yes… forgive me but this is not going to be easy
to hear, especially for you knight Skywalker since you consider him
your friend.”

Anakin frowned a bit at that. “What do you me-”

“Sheev Palpatine was the one to leak the video of Zygarria to the
media outlets and the holonet.” The blue skinned man confessed. “I
am a man of few morals but what the chancellor has done to Master
Kenob-”

“You lie.” Anakin hissed, eyes wide.

That Palpatine would…

“No. I’m afraid that I am not lying. I don’t know for what
goals he did it but he leaked it to the media. I don’t even know
how he got his hands on the holovid to begin with.” The vice
chancellor sighed.

“Do you have evidence that it was him?” Depa questioned, suddenly
very glad that Skywalker had asked her to come along while Ahsoka sat
there with her hands fisted into her leggings, eyes wide.

Mas nodded and stood, moving to a statue of a female chagrian in what
seemed to be mid dance.

Turning
it around he opened the base of it and pulled a computer chip out of
it. “Here, him speaking to someone over the comms about it.” He
held it out to them and Depa got up, taking it from him. “… I
can’t return to the Senate, Palpatine always knows when someone has
turned on him and… please, I request Jedi help and safety.” The
blue eyed man swallowed, staring at them as Depa tucked the chip into
her utility belt.

“Yes,
we have place in the temple to keep you safe. Will you testify to
your words if necessary?”

Mas
looked down then back at the female Jedi, nodding. “Like I said,
politic has left me with few
morale left but this…this thing Palpatine has done… it grates
even me.”

“Skyguy?” The two looked over at the shockingly pale blond who
was staring at his own boots, his padawan holding onto the mans arm
with wide eyes.

“Knight Skywalker?” Depa murmured.

Slowly the knight looked at her, blue eyes slightly wild. “…Obi-Wan
still wakes up crying because of what happened to him on
Zygarria…and someone I thought of as a friend…exposed him to the
galaxy… set his recovery back with…weeks? Months?” He gritted
his teeth.

“…We will get him on trial Knight Skywalker. Calm yourself.”
Depa swallowed when more rage leached into the Force. “…Knight
Skywalker, Obi-Wan still needs you. Control yourself.”

The
words penetrated the red fog that threatened to cover Anakin’s mind
and he took a shuddering deep breath. ‘Obi-Wan
still needs me. She’s right.’ He closed his eyes and took a sharp
breath through his nose. ‘No rampage into the Senate to cut his
head off…’ He let out a shivering breath and nodded.

Ahsoka gave a little breath of relief then smiled at her master.
“We’ll look after Master Obi-Wan. He’s going to need us a while
longer.” She whispered.

“…You’re right Snips. Especially when we tell him this.”
Anakin sighed.

While
Obi-Wan neither liked nor trusted the chancellor, he still wouldn’t
have thought this kind of betrayal came from the man, a
man of such power.

Force fuck, this didn’t even involve Anakin yet the betrayal felt
like bile in the back of his throat.

How Obi-Wan was going to react…

“…I’ll tell him. When we get back to the temple…he needs to
know.” Anakin sighed.

In NotHisFault what is Mad Ammada going to tell Anakin, and why?!?

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The
chagrian ushered them in quickly, glancing nervously around before
relaxing when he didn’t seem to see anyone he feared. “Thank you
for arriving so quickly.” The man murmured, waving the Jedi’s
into his apartment. “I’d offer you all refreshment but…I don’t
have much right now.” Amedda offered honestly.

Anakin
crossed his arms over his chest, standing by the couch as Ahsoka sat
down on it with Depa, the two watching the Vice Chancellor curiously.
“You said you had information we needed to hear. Something Obi-Wan
was not to hear.” The
Knight said seriously, tapping his fingers against his upper arm.

Muttering a quiet curse, Amedda dropped into one of the chairs by the
coffee table. “Yes… forgive me but this is not going to be easy
to hear, especially for you knight Skywalker since you consider him
your friend.”

Anakin frowned a bit at that. “What do you me-”

“Sheev Palpatine was the one to leak the video of Zygarria to the
media outlets and the holonet.” The blue skinned man confessed. “I
am a man of few morals but what the chancellor has done to Master
Kenob-”

“You lie.” Anakin hissed, eyes wide.

That Palpatine would…

“No. I’m afraid that I am not lying. I don’t know for what
goals he did it but he leaked it to the media. I don’t even know
how he got his hands on the holovid to begin with.” The vice
chancellor sighed.

“Do you have evidence that it was him?” Depa questioned, suddenly
very glad that Skywalker had asked her to come along while Ahsoka sat
there with her hands fisted into her leggings, eyes wide.

Mas nodded and stood, moving to a statue of a female chagrian in what
seemed to be mid dance.

Turning
it around he opened the base of it and pulled a computer chip out of
it. “Here, him speaking to someone over the comms about it.” He
held it out to them and Depa got up, taking it from him. “… I
can’t return to the Senate, Palpatine always knows when someone has
turned on him and… please, I request Jedi help and safety.” The
blue eyed man swallowed, staring at them as Depa tucked the chip into
her utility belt.

“Yes,
we have place in the temple to keep you safe. Will you testify to
your words if necessary?”

Mas
looked down then back at the female Jedi, nodding. “Like I said,
politic has left me with few
morale left but this…this thing Palpatine has done… it grates
even me.”

“Skyguy?” The two looked over at the shockingly pale blond who
was staring at his own boots, his padawan holding onto the mans arm
with wide eyes.

“Knight Skywalker?” Depa murmured.

Slowly the knight looked at her, blue eyes slightly wild. “…Obi-Wan
still wakes up crying because of what happened to him on
Zygarria…and someone I thought of as a friend…exposed him to the
galaxy… set his recovery back with…weeks? Months?” He gritted
his teeth.

“…We will get him on trial Knight Skywalker. Calm yourself.”
Depa swallowed when more rage leached into the Force. “…Knight
Skywalker, Obi-Wan still needs you. Control yourself.”

The
words penetrated the red fog that threatened to cover Anakin’s mind
and he took a shuddering deep breath. ‘Obi-Wan
still needs me. She’s right.’ He closed his eyes and took a sharp
breath through his nose. ‘No rampage into the Senate to cut his
head off…’ He let out a shivering breath and nodded.

Ahsoka gave a little breath of relief then smiled at her master.
“We’ll look after Master Obi-Wan. He’s going to need us a while
longer.” She whispered.

“…You’re right Snips. Especially when we tell him this.”
Anakin sighed.

While
Obi-Wan neither liked nor trusted the chancellor, he still wouldn’t
have thought this kind of betrayal came from the man, a
man of such power.

Force fuck, this didn’t even involve Anakin yet the betrayal felt
like bile in the back of his throat.

How Obi-Wan was going to react…

“…I’ll tell him. When we get back to the temple…he needs to
know.” Anakin sighed.

That art of Obi-wan in Leia’s slave outfit is hot. Could we see Obi-wan undercover as a slave and Rex also undercover as Obi-wan’s owner or having to come to his rescue? Rex/Obi-wan please!

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“He has quite the mouth on him, if he
was mine I’d have him begging for mercy by now.” The slaver
growled and Obi-Wan pushed slightly back into Rex leg while averting
his eyes to the ground, feeling his stomach squirm unpleasantly.

A hand gripped his hair, pulling his
head back a bit with enough force to provoke a tiny whimper from him
by the tight grip.

“He’s a pleasure slave, whatever
punishment I deem fitting for him can come later.” Rex growled out
in return, his hand holding onto Obi-Wan’s hair. “If its all the
same to you, I prefer him unscarred for his job.” He snapped before
letting go.

Obi-Wan let his head drop instantly
while inwardly cursing the Council for putting him in this situation.

Of course the information they had
gotten was valuable but it was humiliating walking around in only a
sheer red loin clothes with golden decorations.

‘At least Anakin’s not here to see
me like this. Or see me be treated like this either.’ Obi-Wan mused
as Rex pressed his head to the troopers knee, Obi-Wan going willingly
as the man played with his copper hair.

A quick shave had prevented anyone from
recognizing him as General Kenobi, Jedi but Force was it awkward to
have his face bare after so many years with it.

‘And I have Rex. I get to spend time
sleeping in the same bed as him.’ He thought, nuzzling the knee
lightly.

“Well well, at least he’s docile
for you.” The slaver griped.

Rex hand tensed on Obi-Wan’s hair
again. “He is mine. As I told you. I’m not selling him regardless
what price you offer me. I know his value.” The man snapped in
return.

The slaver snorted but Obi-Wan could
feel the gaze on him, the man obviously taking in lean muscles and
copper hair while ignoring pale scars on Obi-Wan’s body.

Force it was odd to be considered a
valuable commodity of all things.

Just something to be sold.

A shiver went through his frame at the
idea of being sold away as a bed slave and he made a firm note in the
back of his mind to talk to Anakin if anything of that nature had
happened to him. From what he knew, Anakin had only been owned by
Gardulla and Watto but what if…

Force he almost couldn’t stomach the
thought, Anakin was nine when he was found.

He yipped a bit in surprise as he was
suddenly pushed away from Rex knee, the man standing and Obi-Wan
looking up in surprise.

“I’m retiring for the night, I have
more entertaining things to do then drinking with you.” Rex
sneered, lip curling. Force, the holo projector giving him slightly
different features were really weird but so far no one had identified
him as a clone. “With me pet.” He snapped and Obi-Wan scrambled
to his feet, bare feet padding over the cold floor as he followed
submissively behind the captain.

The moment the door slid closed behind
them and the lock engaged, Rex dropped all pretenses and turned to
wrap Obi-Wan in a hug, hand running apologetic over his hair. “I am
so sorry.” He whispered.

“Its fine, we must play our roles.”
Obi-Wan whispered, tucking closer into the other man.

They had disengaged and broken the
surveillance bugs in the suite they had rented on the first day and
felt safe enough be themselves behind the locked door.

“Still, I know you have a tender
scalp, me pulling on it won’t make it any better.” He leaned in
and nuzzled his stubbly cheek against the smooth one of his Jedi.
“…Okay that will not stop being weird.” Rex chuckled.

Obi-Wan hummed then caught Rex by the
collar of his shirt to give him a soft kiss. “Well, they’re
expecting some noises since we retired early.” He grinned, cocking
his head.

“We don’t have t-”

“Shut
up Rex and warm me up, this outfit does not provide me with much
warmth and the only good part about this mission has been the time
I’ve gotten to spend with you.” Obi-Wan whispered, hand going to
the others belt to turn of the projector, getting the amber eyes of
his lover back.

Rex softened and smiled, drawing
Obi-Wan back towards the bed by his hands until his knees hit it. He
sat down and drew the other into his lap, finally letting go to
loosen the fastenings of the loin cloth. “Well then…I’ll make
sure they hear you.” His eyes flared with heat and Obi-Wan felt his
pulse quicken as he leaned in, arms wrapping around the others
shoulders.

“Make me scream Rex.” He whispered
huskily, feeling warm hands run along his thighs.

“As my Jedi wishes.”

That art of Obi-wan in Leia’s slave outfit is hot. Could we see Obi-wan undercover as a slave and Rex also undercover as Obi-wan’s owner or having to come to his rescue? Rex/Obi-wan please!

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“He has quite the mouth on him, if he
was mine I’d have him begging for mercy by now.” The slaver
growled and Obi-Wan pushed slightly back into Rex leg while averting
his eyes to the ground, feeling his stomach squirm unpleasantly.

A hand gripped his hair, pulling his
head back a bit with enough force to provoke a tiny whimper from him
by the tight grip.

“He’s a pleasure slave, whatever
punishment I deem fitting for him can come later.” Rex growled out
in return, his hand holding onto Obi-Wan’s hair. “If its all the
same to you, I prefer him unscarred for his job.” He snapped before
letting go.

Obi-Wan let his head drop instantly
while inwardly cursing the Council for putting him in this situation.

Of course the information they had
gotten was valuable but it was humiliating walking around in only a
sheer red loin clothes with golden decorations.

‘At least Anakin’s not here to see
me like this. Or see me be treated like this either.’ Obi-Wan mused
as Rex pressed his head to the troopers knee, Obi-Wan going willingly
as the man played with his copper hair.

A quick shave had prevented anyone from
recognizing him as General Kenobi, Jedi but Force was it awkward to
have his face bare after so many years with it.

‘And I have Rex. I get to spend time
sleeping in the same bed as him.’ He thought, nuzzling the knee
lightly.

“Well well, at least he’s docile
for you.” The slaver griped.

Rex hand tensed on Obi-Wan’s hair
again. “He is mine. As I told you. I’m not selling him regardless
what price you offer me. I know his value.” The man snapped in
return.

The slaver snorted but Obi-Wan could
feel the gaze on him, the man obviously taking in lean muscles and
copper hair while ignoring pale scars on Obi-Wan’s body.

Force it was odd to be considered a
valuable commodity of all things.

Just something to be sold.

A shiver went through his frame at the
idea of being sold away as a bed slave and he made a firm note in the
back of his mind to talk to Anakin if anything of that nature had
happened to him. From what he knew, Anakin had only been owned by
Gardulla and Watto but what if…

Force he almost couldn’t stomach the
thought, Anakin was nine when he was found.

He yipped a bit in surprise as he was
suddenly pushed away from Rex knee, the man standing and Obi-Wan
looking up in surprise.

“I’m retiring for the night, I have
more entertaining things to do then drinking with you.” Rex
sneered, lip curling. Force, the holo projector giving him slightly
different features were really weird but so far no one had identified
him as a clone. “With me pet.” He snapped and Obi-Wan scrambled
to his feet, bare feet padding over the cold floor as he followed
submissively behind the captain.

The moment the door slid closed behind
them and the lock engaged, Rex dropped all pretenses and turned to
wrap Obi-Wan in a hug, hand running apologetic over his hair. “I am
so sorry.” He whispered.

“Its fine, we must play our roles.”
Obi-Wan whispered, tucking closer into the other man.

They had disengaged and broken the
surveillance bugs in the suite they had rented on the first day and
felt safe enough be themselves behind the locked door.

“Still, I know you have a tender
scalp, me pulling on it won’t make it any better.” He leaned in
and nuzzled his stubbly cheek against the smooth one of his Jedi.
“…Okay that will not stop being weird.” Rex chuckled.

Obi-Wan hummed then caught Rex by the
collar of his shirt to give him a soft kiss. “Well, they’re
expecting some noises since we retired early.” He grinned, cocking
his head.

“We don’t have t-”

“Shut
up Rex and warm me up, this outfit does not provide me with much
warmth and the only good part about this mission has been the time
I’ve gotten to spend with you.” Obi-Wan whispered, hand going to
the others belt to turn of the projector, getting the amber eyes of
his lover back.

Rex softened and smiled, drawing
Obi-Wan back towards the bed by his hands until his knees hit it. He
sat down and drew the other into his lap, finally letting go to
loosen the fastenings of the loin cloth. “Well then…I’ll make
sure they hear you.” His eyes flared with heat and Obi-Wan felt his
pulse quicken as he leaned in, arms wrapping around the others
shoulders.

“Make me scream Rex.” He whispered
huskily, feeling warm hands run along his thighs.

“As my Jedi wishes.”

May we have a Rex/Cody/Obi-Wan starting after Order 66 ? Rebel Rex and Obi saving Cody, dechipping him and something begin between them, please?

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“…You
know he might not be the same.” Obi-Wan offered quietly from behind
Rex as they both watched the sleeping form through the medical window
in the Rebel base Senator Organa had set up.

“He’s
still my Vod, still your commander.” Rex murmured.

“I
know, that’s why I’m here.” There was an unsaid ‘still here’.

The
Jedi had clearly seen better days, his tunics, if you were generous,
were worn, covered in dirt and had minor burn holes in them of all
things.

Rex
wasn’t sure what to say to that, what could he say, he didn’t
want Obi-Wan to leave, not when there were so few things left of what
was. “Perhaps when he’s up…we could go with you?” He didn’t
look behind him but eyed the relief mingled expression that crossed
Obi-Wan’s in the window.

“I…may
like that. I’m not going somewhere pleasant though.”

“That’s
fine. I don’t think I want to be near the Core now anyhow.”

()()()

He
hadn’t been there for when Cody woke up, sleeping for the first
time in what felt like days since he had helped Ahsoka off Coruscant.
But when he woke, Obi-Wan and Cody were sitting on the bed, talking
quietly together.

They
are both red eyed and Cody is wearing a bandage around his head from
the chip removal but they are talking, softly together and Cody is
clinging to the Jedi’s hand as if its the last thing he wants to
lose in the world.

Until
he sees Rex.

Then
he’s clinging to both, holding on tightly, whispering Mando’a
prayers under his breath.

They
left the same day, the former Jedi taking a long goodbye with his
friend the Senator with a babe in his arms before they board the ship
with many others.

A
normal transport shuttle when once a man like Obi-Wan could have
commanded his own private ships.

But
the man didn’t look to disturbed as he found his seat and cuddled
the boy to him, sitting with the two clones in civilian clothes. He
did look tired, did look worn and when they finally touched down on
Tatooine…

Well
Rex and Cody took charge, Cody took the babe and Rex took Obi-Wan,
had him settled into the bed of an inn they rented and had him
covered up in the blanket. The Jedi looked like he wanted protest but
he was to tired to really do so.

It
made Rex wonder if Obi-Wan had slept at all since his confrontation
with…

Rex
took a deep breath then returned to Cody, sliding his arm around the
others waist and held him close. “So…that’s…it then.” He
mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“End
of the Jedi. Fall of the Republic…my own fucking General.”

“You
heard the General, that wasn’t really General Skywalker, not
anymore.” Cody said sternly. “Not after what the damn sith Master
had done to him.”

“I
think that’s what Obi-Wan needs to tell himself or he loses
himself.” Rex sighed. “I think Skywalker was misguided but that
he ultimately took his own decisions that day.” He reached over and
poked Luke in the nose. “At least we got this adika.”

“Obi-Wan
doesn’t intend to keep him…something about family on Tatooine?”

“Cleigg
and Beru Lars? Just…no. Just no, Obi-Wan is clearly not thinking
straight. Giving a Force sensitive infant to farmers?” Rex frowned
at Cody. Because how could the baby of two Force sensitive be
anything but sensitive themselves?

“I
didn’t protest the separation of the twins. That’s…twisted
sense but sense in a way I guess.” Rex sighed. “But Senator
Organa knows the Force somewhat at least and Queen Breha is a level
headed woman. These two farmers…have they ever been around Force
sensitives much less infant Force sensitive?”

“…I
don’t know.”

()()()

“I-”

Rex
bit down on Obi-Wan’s neck, pulling the other more into his lap
while sucking on the others pulse point.

“I
need to-”

Cody
ran his hands along the others spine, tracing the delicate curve
before landing on the former Jedi’s bare rear and giving it a
steady squeeze.

“Oh
Force.” Obi-Wan moaned, hands clenching onto Rex shoulders.
“I-Luke-he…” He struggled for coherency.

“Is
fine. Napping.” Cody assured sweetly in the others ears. “He’s
good, I’ll take care of him if he needs us. Now let us take care of
you.”

Obi-Wan’s
thighs quivered as they were spread more over Rex still clothed
thighs. “Bu-”

“Riduur…”
Rex pulled his lips away from the skin to whisper huskily. “We got
you.”

“Oh
Force.”

May we have a Rex/Cody/Obi-Wan starting after Order 66 ? Rebel Rex and Obi saving Cody, dechipping him and something begin between them, please?

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“…You
know he might not be the same.” Obi-Wan offered quietly from behind
Rex as they both watched the sleeping form through the medical window
in the Rebel base Senator Organa had set up.

“He’s
still my Vod, still your commander.” Rex murmured.

“I
know, that’s why I’m here.” There was an unsaid ‘still here’.

The
Jedi had clearly seen better days, his tunics, if you were generous,
were worn, covered in dirt and had minor burn holes in them of all
things.

Rex
wasn’t sure what to say to that, what could he say, he didn’t
want Obi-Wan to leave, not when there were so few things left of what
was. “Perhaps when he’s up…we could go with you?” He didn’t
look behind him but eyed the relief mingled expression that crossed
Obi-Wan’s in the window.

“I…may
like that. I’m not going somewhere pleasant though.”

“That’s
fine. I don’t think I want to be near the Core now anyhow.”

()()()

He
hadn’t been there for when Cody woke up, sleeping for the first
time in what felt like days since he had helped Ahsoka off Coruscant.
But when he woke, Obi-Wan and Cody were sitting on the bed, talking
quietly together.

They
are both red eyed and Cody is wearing a bandage around his head from
the chip removal but they are talking, softly together and Cody is
clinging to the Jedi’s hand as if its the last thing he wants to
lose in the world.

Until
he sees Rex.

Then
he’s clinging to both, holding on tightly, whispering Mando’a
prayers under his breath.

They
left the same day, the former Jedi taking a long goodbye with his
friend the Senator with a babe in his arms before they board the ship
with many others.

A
normal transport shuttle when once a man like Obi-Wan could have
commanded his own private ships.

But
the man didn’t look to disturbed as he found his seat and cuddled
the boy to him, sitting with the two clones in civilian clothes. He
did look tired, did look worn and when they finally touched down on
Tatooine…

Well
Rex and Cody took charge, Cody took the babe and Rex took Obi-Wan,
had him settled into the bed of an inn they rented and had him
covered up in the blanket. The Jedi looked like he wanted protest but
he was to tired to really do so.

It
made Rex wonder if Obi-Wan had slept at all since his confrontation
with…

Rex
took a deep breath then returned to Cody, sliding his arm around the
others waist and held him close. “So…that’s…it then.” He
mumbled.

“Hmm?”

“End
of the Jedi. Fall of the Republic…my own fucking General.”

“You
heard the General, that wasn’t really General Skywalker, not
anymore.” Cody said sternly. “Not after what the damn sith Master
had done to him.”

“I
think that’s what Obi-Wan needs to tell himself or he loses
himself.” Rex sighed. “I think Skywalker was misguided but that
he ultimately took his own decisions that day.” He reached over and
poked Luke in the nose. “At least we got this adika.”

“Obi-Wan
doesn’t intend to keep him…something about family on Tatooine?”

“Cleigg
and Beru Lars? Just…no. Just no, Obi-Wan is clearly not thinking
straight. Giving a Force sensitive infant to farmers?” Rex frowned
at Cody. Because how could the baby of two Force sensitive be
anything but sensitive themselves?

“I
didn’t protest the separation of the twins. That’s…twisted
sense but sense in a way I guess.” Rex sighed. “But Senator
Organa knows the Force somewhat at least and Queen Breha is a level
headed woman. These two farmers…have they ever been around Force
sensitives much less infant Force sensitive?”

“…I
don’t know.”

()()()

“I-”

Rex
bit down on Obi-Wan’s neck, pulling the other more into his lap
while sucking on the others pulse point.

“I
need to-”

Cody
ran his hands along the others spine, tracing the delicate curve
before landing on the former Jedi’s bare rear and giving it a
steady squeeze.

“Oh
Force.” Obi-Wan moaned, hands clenching onto Rex shoulders.
“I-Luke-he…” He struggled for coherency.

“Is
fine. Napping.” Cody assured sweetly in the others ears. “He’s
good, I’ll take care of him if he needs us. Now let us take care of
you.”

Obi-Wan’s
thighs quivered as they were spread more over Rex still clothed
thighs. “Bu-”

“Riduur…”
Rex pulled his lips away from the skin to whisper huskily. “We got
you.”

“Oh
Force.”

Could you write us a Rex/Obi, sharing a bed for warmth trope, pretty pretty please?

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“…I think I’m
so cold I’ve gone numb.” Obi-Wan whispered into the captain’s
chest, shuddering slightly.

“Yeah you feel
like an icicle. That’s what happens when you get trapped in an
avalanche I guess.” Rex grunted slightly before rubbing the others
back steadily.

“Good thing I’m
trapped against you now in a sleeping bag huh?” Obi-Wan gave a tiny
laugh before shuddering more.

Rex gave an
annoyed noise then shifted them around a bit until Obi-Wan was mostly
trapped beneath his bulk.

Clones ran hotter
then other humanoids, tweaks the Kaminos had done to their genes
along with requiring less sleep and less rest. They had a normal
calorie and water consumption but the rest… well they were well
equipped to handle most climates.

Rex was thankful
for that at the moment as Obi-Wan, for all his Jedi skills, was
defiantly not cold proof, especially after having spent at least an
hour buried in snow.

Rex forced a leg
between the others thighs and tangled them in so tightly they could
defiantly be mistaken for lovers had anyone found them like this.
Which was unlikely Rex knew since they were in the middle of a frozen
wasteland with only their makeshift den as their safety, dug out from
snow with Obi-Wan’s lightsaber.

“I’d usually
tell someone to buy me dinner before getting in this position.”
Obi-Wan murmured.

“I’ll buy you
dinner once back on Coruscant sir.” Rex snorted and then smiled
when the other gave a tired laugh.

“I’d settle
for a warm cup of tea right now honestly.”

“Warmth sounds
good.”

They settled into
a quiet sort of existence as Rex body warmed up Obi-Wan’s to cold
one along with the sleeping bag that rested on a simple rolled out
mat to provide some leverage up from the snow beneath them.

It was one of the
few meager things Rex had managed to salvage after the avalanche.

He was grateful
now though, it was enough to keep them warm, the glow rod were enough
for light and there were a few ration bars even.

‘Still wish I’d
found those emergency flares.’ He thought as he lifted his head
enough to check on Obi-Wan, the green glow rods sending shadows over
his face that made him look sickly in the light. But he also looked
like he had more color in his cheeks.

Rex pressed his
lips to Obi-Wan’s forehead, it was easier then freeing his hands to
check the temperature and if he was honest, tempting to not touch.

“You’re
warmer.” He sighed in relief against the skin, his breath fanning
out over the green tinged skin.

“Mmmn,
good…will you let me sleep now Rex?” He mumbled.

“Yes, sleep.
Sleep is good, I’ll keep watch over you.” Rex shifted them only
minusculely then let Obi-Wan settle.

The den they made
grew quiet again and this time he thought Obi-Wan had fully fallen
asleep when he spoke up again.

“Rex, when we’re
back on Coruscant…ask me again?” He mumbled, voice thick with
drowsiness.

“Ask you what
sir?” The captain murmured back, shifting his head up enough to
watch the other.

“For dinner. To
go to dinner with you. I’d like that.” Obi-Wan eyes were mostly
closed but Rex could feel a sudden kick up in his heartbeat.

“…I’ll do
that si-…Obi-Wan. I’ll do that.” He whispered.

“Mmmn…good.”