Maybe in Care for Me Ani can take Obi out for a date? Maybe pamper him? Maybe show a little of his dark, possessive side with the softer bit only Obi gets to enjoy?

With the down time
from the undercover mission that Obi-Wan had tallied in, Anakin
actually feels pretty secure in trying to plan a proper date for the
two on Coruscant. And after these long weeks away from Anakin,
sharing space with bounty hunters and scum that he can’t trust,
fearing any moment he’d be discovered, Obi-Wan needs pampering.

Or at least that is
Anakin’s humble opinion as he brushes his fingers through Obi-Wan’s
hair as Obi-Wan hooks his arm into Anakin’s as they walk slowly
together.

In civilian clothes
with Obi-Wan beardless, if growing a nice stubble and Anakin tying
his hair away from his face, no one gives them two looks as they
somehow manages to fly under the radar while making their way towards
the Moon Rogue salon.

The first day
Anakin had struggled with an idea how to really pamper his tense sub
with everything he had gone through, figuring he was deserving of
letting go but had a hard time figuring out what to offer outside of
their usual scene.

And lo be that it
worked too, it wasn’t that but Anakin wanted Obi-Wan to really
relax, ease out the sore muscles and whirling mind.

But then he had
heard two knights chattering about hot springs, foot rubs, massages,
facials and something called fish pedicures that Anakin had no idea
what was.

The idea of someone
else touching Obi-Wan also sent his blood roaring but…

The hot spring
sounded like a beautiful idea, as did the foot rub and hey if they
had a sauna then Anakin wasn’t about to say no.

Peering around when
they entered, Anakin grinned at Obi-Wan’s approving noise and
carefully tugged him towards the reception where a pretty blue
twi’lek was sitting, working away at her terminal in a clean outfit
in a meek shade of pink. “Excuse me miss, we have an appointment
under the name Walker for two?” Anakin offered up the moment she
gave her their attention.

“Oh! Of course.”
She looked up their appointment, squinting a bit before nodding and
giving them a beautiful, white smile as she reached down into a
drawer beside her, pulling out a keycard. “Here you go, this is to
your changing room with lockers for your valuables, your changing
room is number eight and you will have it to about three pm. You will
find robes and slippers in there along with towels and a fresher.
Please take a quick rinse before you use any of the facilities Mr
Walkers so lessen the germs you bring with you to the water. Please
go right in over to the left and enjoy your stay.” She chirped.

Nodding a bit as he
took the key, Anakin lead Obi-Wan to the door gestured to them and
found room eight rather easily.

“Did you book us
as if we were married?” Anakin looked up from his examination of
the sterile locker with a generic bench in the middle and a fresher
to the left at Obi-Wan’s voice, blinking at his sub as the other
peered at him in return.

He shrugged. “Yeah,
I mean… if we weren’t Jedi…” He let his words trail off
before reaching out and stroking his fingers over the necklace,
turning it into a collar to cover the others throat. “But we’re
as good as to me…” Anakin smiled slightly.

Obi-Wan stared in
return before softening, pulling Anakin down into a long, drawn out
kiss that had Anakin’s toes curling as he reveled in Obi-Wan’s
unconditional love for him.

“Well then Mr
Skywalker, lets get ready and see if the any of the hot
springs are available?” Obi-Wan whispered against his lips, eyes
sparkling and lips lightly bruised, shiny and pinking from the all
too brief kiss.

Snorting, Anakin
passed his fingers tenderly over the others stubbled cheek. “Well
its not like I got any good alias. Walker seemed good enough to at
least get me to respond should it be anything.” He offered in a wry
tone, flipping the tag to show the possessive A with the smaller O in
the arches.

He could show it of
here, could show anyone who looked that Obi-Wan was his, that they
lived a certain life-style even if they weren’t engaging it in
front of them.

After all there was
no harm as long as they didn’t do anything for Obi-Wan just to be
wearing his collar and hey, most would likely pass it of as some kind
of fashion statement with a pendant if they weren’t in the know
about the kind of relationship Anakin and Obi-Wan had.

Giving Obi-Wan one
more kiss, he helped undress the other and had the favor returned,
both eager to shower off and get to the hot springs.

Because both of
them did after all deserve a good pampering by each other.

Care for me- Obi-Wan asks permission from his dom to fake his death.

It was
laughable really.

Anakin
had almost spat out his tea from the Chancellor when the man had
tried to imply that… Force!

The
very idea of Obi-Wan controlling him
was the furthest
worry Anakin had on his mind considering the nature of their
relationship but it wasn’t like he could come out and tell the
chancellor that. I mean good and well that Anakin was friends with
the man and trusted him but there was no way he’d include him in on
the concept that Obi-Wan was his sub who needed and trusted him.

His
sub that Anakin adored and had discovered that caring for filled in
bits and pieces of himself that made him just…

It
made him aware just how deeply Obi-Wan trusted Anakin with himself,
trusted Anakin to be able to take care of Obi-Wan, put his worried
mind to rest, still the demons in his mind and just coax him into
letting go for just a little while.

Trust
Anakin to take Obi-Wan apart piece by piece but at the end of it
always set him back together again.

That
the things he held back weren’t really Obi-Wan’s to tell
because they weren’t just his
secrets. How could Anakin resent that when he knew that Obi-Wan
trusted him with his entire soul and being every time they were
alone.

There
was little to fear from Obi-Wan when he wore a collar around his neck
gifted by Anakin with a little silver tag that seemed so innocent…
unless it was flipped around.

Because
on the inside of that blank silver tag there was an engraving, a
large capital A with a smaller O in the middle to remind Obi-Wan that
Anakin would always hold him. And if Obi-Wan felt Anakin was too far
away, he could rub that engraving and run his fingers around the
‘necklace’. Just to remind himself.

So it
was laughable really.

It had
taken all his might not to laugh in the mans face and maybe he had
let something slip because the Chancellor was watching him with a
small frown the entire time he was there until he left. And even then
Anakin had needed five minutes of composing himself lest someone
catch him laughing until he couldn’t breath right outside the
Chancellor’s office!

Still
the idea curled around his head on the way back, making him frown to
himself.

While
Obi-Wan trusted him…

He
could take advantage of their sexual relationship if he wanted to,
Anakin knew tha-

“Anakin?
Is that you?” Obi-Wan’s voice floated from the fresher and Anakin
firmly shook himself, taking a deep breath as he closed the door
behind him.

“Yup.”
He called back, the word popping out as he got himself out of his
boots and robe to meet the other, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan
when he came scuttling from the fresher and right into Anakin’s
arms.

The
redhead’s arms went tight
around his waist, clenching so tightly it almost hurt as Obi-Wan
buried his face into Anakin’s
shoulder and all of that clues him into that Obi-Wan is emotional and
needs him, that something has happened.

“Obi-Wan?”
He whispers into the others hair, stroking the back of his neck and
spine slowly with a flat hand.

“I…
I’m not allowed to tell you. I can’t.”
Obi-Wan’s voice is hitched.

‘Not
his secret to tell.’ Anakin nuzzled at his temple, still stroking.
“What do you need?”

He can
hear the other swallow loudly before whispering so quietly Anakin
barely heard him. “I.. I need your permission to fake my death.”

Anakin’s
flat hand turns into a grip, clenching into Obi-Wan’s nape which
makes him whimper slightly and somehow hug even tighter onto Anakin.

“When?”
Anakin finally murmured, relaxing his grip, feeling Obi-Wan all but
collapse into him in relief.

“In a weeks
time. Its all… planned. I just… I couldn’t leave you out. I
can’t tell you but I couldn’t…” Obi-Wan’s voice hitched
again and he shuddered.

“Shhh
honey, shhh.” Anakin
murmured, settling his hand
on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck in an assuring pressure. “I’m
here, you got my permission. I know you can’t tell me what the
mission is but you got my permission Obi-Wan. Just
come back to me after, just come back Obi-Wan.”
He continued, holding the boneless redhead close.

The
body in his arms shuddered a bit. “Thank
you Anakin.” Obi-Wan murmured,
obviously grateful
and relieved beyond belief at
the understanding offered to him.
“My wonderful lover and
dom.”

Pressing
a kiss to the others temple, Anakin couldn’t help but smile against
the skin. ‘Trying to manipulate or control me my left foot. Next
time I’m just gonna laugh if he suggests it, honestly. My sweet
Obi-Wan.’

Care for me- Obi-Wan asks permission from his dom to fake his death.

It was
laughable really.

Anakin
had almost spat out his tea from the Chancellor when the man had
tried to imply that… Force!

The
very idea of Obi-Wan controlling him
was the furthest
worry Anakin had on his mind considering the nature of their
relationship but it wasn’t like he could come out and tell the
chancellor that. I mean good and well that Anakin was friends with
the man and trusted him but there was no way he’d include him in on
the concept that Obi-Wan was his sub who needed and trusted him.

His
sub that Anakin adored and had discovered that caring for filled in
bits and pieces of himself that made him just…

It
made him aware just how deeply Obi-Wan trusted Anakin with himself,
trusted Anakin to be able to take care of Obi-Wan, put his worried
mind to rest, still the demons in his mind and just coax him into
letting go for just a little while.

Trust
Anakin to take Obi-Wan apart piece by piece but at the end of it
always set him back together again.

That
the things he held back weren’t really Obi-Wan’s to tell
because they weren’t just his
secrets. How could Anakin resent that when he knew that Obi-Wan
trusted him with his entire soul and being every time they were
alone.

There
was little to fear from Obi-Wan when he wore a collar around his neck
gifted by Anakin with a little silver tag that seemed so innocent…
unless it was flipped around.

Because
on the inside of that blank silver tag there was an engraving, a
large capital A with a smaller O in the middle to remind Obi-Wan that
Anakin would always hold him. And if Obi-Wan felt Anakin was too far
away, he could rub that engraving and run his fingers around the
‘necklace’. Just to remind himself.

So it
was laughable really.

It had
taken all his might not to laugh in the mans face and maybe he had
let something slip because the Chancellor was watching him with a
small frown the entire time he was there until he left. And even then
Anakin had needed five minutes of composing himself lest someone
catch him laughing until he couldn’t breath right outside the
Chancellor’s office!

Still
the idea curled around his head on the way back, making him frown to
himself.

While
Obi-Wan trusted him…

He
could take advantage of their sexual relationship if he wanted to,
Anakin knew tha-

“Anakin?
Is that you?” Obi-Wan’s voice floated from the fresher and Anakin
firmly shook himself, taking a deep breath as he closed the door
behind him.

“Yup.”
He called back, the word popping out as he got himself out of his
boots and robe to meet the other, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan
when he came scuttling from the fresher and right into Anakin’s
arms.

The
redhead’s arms went tight
around his waist, clenching so tightly it almost hurt as Obi-Wan
buried his face into Anakin’s
shoulder and all of that clues him into that Obi-Wan is emotional and
needs him, that something has happened.

“Obi-Wan?”
He whispers into the others hair, stroking the back of his neck and
spine slowly with a flat hand.

“I…
I’m not allowed to tell you. I can’t.”
Obi-Wan’s voice is hitched.

‘Not
his secret to tell.’ Anakin nuzzled at his temple, still stroking.
“What do you need?”

He can
hear the other swallow loudly before whispering so quietly Anakin
barely heard him. “I.. I need your permission to fake my death.”

Anakin’s
flat hand turns into a grip, clenching into Obi-Wan’s nape which
makes him whimper slightly and somehow hug even tighter onto Anakin.

“When?”
Anakin finally murmured, relaxing his grip, feeling Obi-Wan all but
collapse into him in relief.

“In a weeks
time. Its all… planned. I just… I couldn’t leave you out. I
can’t tell you but I couldn’t…” Obi-Wan’s voice hitched
again and he shuddered.

“Shhh
honey, shhh.” Anakin
murmured, settling his hand
on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck in an assuring pressure. “I’m
here, you got my permission. I know you can’t tell me what the
mission is but you got my permission Obi-Wan. Just
come back to me after, just come back Obi-Wan.”
He continued, holding the boneless redhead close.

The
body in his arms shuddered a bit. “Thank
you Anakin.” Obi-Wan murmured,
obviously grateful
and relieved beyond belief at
the understanding offered to him.
“My wonderful lover and
dom.”

Pressing
a kiss to the others temple, Anakin couldn’t help but smile against
the skin. ‘Trying to manipulate or control me my left foot. Next
time I’m just gonna laugh if he suggests it, honestly. My sweet
Obi-Wan.’

Do you remember #careforme? I do, and I loved it. Could you maybe continue it? Like, how Obi-Wan and Anakin came to have this sort of relationship?

Obi-Wan looked like
hell.

There was no other
word for how his former master looked to Anakin and it had been an
outright shock he had difficulty in concealing when Obi-Wan had
stepped off the transport that arrived with he and his men and out
into the sun to greet Anakin.

The sun had shone
on him and the wind had lightly pulled on his hair and robe and all
it had done was highlighted how unwell the man looked with a shallow
pallor to his skin, blue rings around his eyes and cracked, dry lips
even as the man smiled at Anakin and greeted him warmly.

His hands felt dry
even as Anakin grasped them and held tightly, eyeing him closely as
Obi-Wan seemed oblivious, chatting away.

If Anakin didn’t
know better…

“Obi-Wan, when
was last time you saw Master Vos?” He questioned slowly.

“Quinlan? I
haven’t seen Quinlan in months Anakin.” Obi-Wan blinked up at the
other, obviously confused if his frown was anything to go by at the question.

‘That’s what I
feared.’ Anakin patted his master on the shoulder, giving him a
strained smile. Quinlan Vos and Obi-Wan Kenobi had a special kind of
relationship that had been going on for years, both getting something
special out of it they needed.

Vos someone to care
for and Obi-Wan someone to trust when he couldn’t see his own
needs.

Simple explanation?

Obi-Wan was a
submissive.  

And he had no idea
that Anakin knew.

It had been an
accident, he’d walked in on the two with Obi-Wan much too
preoccupied at the time and Vos having a firm hand on the back of
Obi-Wan’s neck and at first Anakin had really not understood.

The idea of someone
submitting…

Well his life
played a lot into his view of it in the first year and disgust, it
had taken him a long time to look at Obi-Wan again and not feel…
weird.

Well until Bant had
caught on and dragged him in front of a computer to make him read
properly about the kind of relationship Vos and Obi-Wan had. It was a
sulking Anakin Skywalker who had slowly read under her watchful eyes.

And then…

He understood, well enough to not judge at least.

It wasn’t just
about the submission. It was about someone being there to take care
of you, being able to trust that person, to be able to give up on
control and relax for once in their life. Like Obi-Wan couldn’t
normally do.

But now it looked
like that relationship was over and that set Anakin in odds with
himself.

Because it was
clear that his master needed someone else, the touch of another
human, the sense of being able to let go…

A there was no one
there.

No one but Anakin.

Through the day he
debated with himself as they laid plans until finally Anakin settled
on what to do just as Obi-Wan had given his last order and sent away
Cody and with that Anakin reached up, settling his mech hand on the
back of the others neck, covering the nape with a light grasp that
could easily be shook off but was firm and steady.

Obi-Wan went stiff
and Anakin feared he’d miscalculated when all fight suddenly went
out of Obi-Wan, reacting just like a cat would when picked up by the
scruff of their neck. Just so did Obi-Wan react to the heavy press of
Anakin’s glove covered hand on the back of his neck.

It was simple to
direct Obi-Wan after that, pressing him slowly towards the tent via
his hand on the back of the redhead’s neck.

When Obi-Wan turned
around to speak once in the tent, Anakin quickly covered his lips
with a finger. “So there’s no mistake. Vos was your dom right?”
Obi-Wan colored sharply, staring at him before giving a small nod.
“But that’s over now, he’s not anymore is he?” Anakin
breathed out as once again he got a nod, much slower but there.

Slowly Obi-Wan
wrapped his hand around Anakin’s wrist and pulled his fingers away.
“How long have you… known?” He whispered.

“Years.” Anakin
moved past him, settling down on his bunk while peering at Obi-Wan,
watching how Obi-Wan colored in seemingly shame and embarrassment as
he avoided the blonds gaze. Softening at that, Anakin made a low
clicking noise with his tongue and patted his thighs. “Come here.”
He called.

There was
hesitation, confusion but slowly Obi-Wan walked over to him while
giving the closed tent flap a nervous glance but Anakin knew that as
long as they kept the conversation steady, the fabric was thick
enough to muffle conversation.

So he didn’t fear
anyone overhearing them in a noisy camp.

Once Obi-Wan
stopped in front of him, he reached up and settled his hands on his
former master’s hips, feeling a thrill deep in his stomach as he
did. “Straddle my lap? Be a good boy for me?” He whispered,
watching Obi-Wan’s eyes turn wide before he nervously did as told.

“Anakin what are
you doi-”

“If you don’t
want me that’s fine. But I wouldn’t mind being your dom.”
Anakin decided bluntly, rubbing his thumbs in slow circles over
Obi-Wan’s hips as he thought about all the times Obi-Wan’s warm
body had rested against his side with the need for sleep. “I would
honestly very much like that Obi-Wan.”

All the times he
had wondered having the same trust as Vos had from Obi-Wan and here
he had Obi-Wan, this one significant moment that could go either way.

Hesitant hands came
up on his shoulders, Obi-Wan watching him in some confusion. “Anakin
are you sure you know what you’re saying? I would trust you but…
you… your past?”

Oh poor Obi-Wan,
the grand Negotiator, didn’t know how to voice Anakin’s slave
past. But that had nothing to do here and with a small smile Anakin
reached up and stroked a bearded cheek, watching how Obi-Wan melted
into the touch. “This isn’t the same as that. Your submission is
trust and love. My control is about care and love. Not slavery.” He
murmured. “So will you accept me?”

There’s a moment,
suspended in time with Obi-Wan, tired and worn as he is, stares at
Anakin and the muffled sounds of their troopers outside the tent
before Obi-Wan breaks it by leaning forward and dropping himself into
Anakin’s neck, nose nuzzling faintly before he goes still. “Please,
Anakin.”

Wrapping his arms
tightly and possessively around the other, Anakin made a soothing
noise. “Of course Obi-Wan.” He murmured lovingly. “Of course.”

Do you remember #careforme? I do, and I loved it. Could you maybe continue it? Like, how Obi-Wan and Anakin came to have this sort of relationship?

Obi-Wan looked like
hell.

There was no other
word for how his former master looked to Anakin and it had been an
outright shock he had difficulty in concealing when Obi-Wan had
stepped off the transport that arrived with he and his men and out
into the sun to greet Anakin.

The sun had shone
on him and the wind had lightly pulled on his hair and robe and all
it had done was highlighted how unwell the man looked with a shallow
pallor to his skin, blue rings around his eyes and cracked, dry lips
even as the man smiled at Anakin and greeted him warmly.

His hands felt dry
even as Anakin grasped them and held tightly, eyeing him closely as
Obi-Wan seemed oblivious, chatting away.

If Anakin didn’t
know better…

“Obi-Wan, when
was last time you saw Master Vos?” He questioned slowly.

“Quinlan? I
haven’t seen Quinlan in months Anakin.” Obi-Wan blinked up at the
other, obviously confused if his frown was anything to go by at the question.

‘That’s what I
feared.’ Anakin patted his master on the shoulder, giving him a
strained smile. Quinlan Vos and Obi-Wan Kenobi had a special kind of
relationship that had been going on for years, both getting something
special out of it they needed.

Vos someone to care
for and Obi-Wan someone to trust when he couldn’t see his own
needs.

Simple explanation?

Obi-Wan was a
submissive.  

And he had no idea
that Anakin knew.

It had been an
accident, he’d walked in on the two with Obi-Wan much too
preoccupied at the time and Vos having a firm hand on the back of
Obi-Wan’s neck and at first Anakin had really not understood.

The idea of someone
submitting…

Well his life
played a lot into his view of it in the first year and disgust, it
had taken him a long time to look at Obi-Wan again and not feel…
weird.

Well until Bant had
caught on and dragged him in front of a computer to make him read
properly about the kind of relationship Vos and Obi-Wan had. It was a
sulking Anakin Skywalker who had slowly read under her watchful eyes.

And then…

He understood, well enough to not judge at least.

It wasn’t just
about the submission. It was about someone being there to take care
of you, being able to trust that person, to be able to give up on
control and relax for once in their life. Like Obi-Wan couldn’t
normally do.

But now it looked
like that relationship was over and that set Anakin in odds with
himself.

Because it was
clear that his master needed someone else, the touch of another
human, the sense of being able to let go…

A there was no one
there.

No one but Anakin.

Through the day he
debated with himself as they laid plans until finally Anakin settled
on what to do just as Obi-Wan had given his last order and sent away
Cody and with that Anakin reached up, settling his mech hand on the
back of the others neck, covering the nape with a light grasp that
could easily be shook off but was firm and steady.

Obi-Wan went stiff
and Anakin feared he’d miscalculated when all fight suddenly went
out of Obi-Wan, reacting just like a cat would when picked up by the
scruff of their neck. Just so did Obi-Wan react to the heavy press of
Anakin’s glove covered hand on the back of his neck.

It was simple to
direct Obi-Wan after that, pressing him slowly towards the tent via
his hand on the back of the redhead’s neck.

When Obi-Wan turned
around to speak once in the tent, Anakin quickly covered his lips
with a finger. “So there’s no mistake. Vos was your dom right?”
Obi-Wan colored sharply, staring at him before giving a small nod.
“But that’s over now, he’s not anymore is he?” Anakin
breathed out as once again he got a nod, much slower but there.

Slowly Obi-Wan
wrapped his hand around Anakin’s wrist and pulled his fingers away.
“How long have you… known?” He whispered.

“Years.” Anakin
moved past him, settling down on his bunk while peering at Obi-Wan,
watching how Obi-Wan colored in seemingly shame and embarrassment as
he avoided the blonds gaze. Softening at that, Anakin made a low
clicking noise with his tongue and patted his thighs. “Come here.”
He called.

There was
hesitation, confusion but slowly Obi-Wan walked over to him while
giving the closed tent flap a nervous glance but Anakin knew that as
long as they kept the conversation steady, the fabric was thick
enough to muffle conversation.

So he didn’t fear
anyone overhearing them in a noisy camp.

Once Obi-Wan
stopped in front of him, he reached up and settled his hands on his
former master’s hips, feeling a thrill deep in his stomach as he
did. “Straddle my lap? Be a good boy for me?” He whispered,
watching Obi-Wan’s eyes turn wide before he nervously did as told.

“Anakin what are
you doi-”

“If you don’t
want me that’s fine. But I wouldn’t mind being your dom.”
Anakin decided bluntly, rubbing his thumbs in slow circles over
Obi-Wan’s hips as he thought about all the times Obi-Wan’s warm
body had rested against his side with the need for sleep. “I would
honestly very much like that Obi-Wan.”

All the times he
had wondered having the same trust as Vos had from Obi-Wan and here
he had Obi-Wan, this one significant moment that could go either way.

Hesitant hands came
up on his shoulders, Obi-Wan watching him in some confusion. “Anakin
are you sure you know what you’re saying? I would trust you but…
you… your past?”

Oh poor Obi-Wan,
the grand Negotiator, didn’t know how to voice Anakin’s slave
past. But that had nothing to do here and with a small smile Anakin
reached up and stroked a bearded cheek, watching how Obi-Wan melted
into the touch. “This isn’t the same as that. Your submission is
trust and love. My control is about care and love. Not slavery.” He
murmured. “So will you accept me?”

There’s a moment,
suspended in time with Obi-Wan, tired and worn as he is, stares at
Anakin and the muffled sounds of their troopers outside the tent
before Obi-Wan breaks it by leaning forward and dropping himself into
Anakin’s neck, nose nuzzling faintly before he goes still. “Please,
Anakin.”

Wrapping his arms
tightly and possessively around the other, Anakin made a soothing
noise. “Of course Obi-Wan.” He murmured lovingly. “Of course.”

Hey Moddy. Just read #EverYours, and it’s delightful. Could we see a continuation where Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon use kink negotiation to discover exactly what it is each wants- discussing both the sexual and nonsexual needs each has? Are they compatible, or does Obi-Wan have to seek somewhere else?

Sipping
his tea as he pretended Obi-Wan wasn’t practically vibrating on the
other side of their breakfast table, Qui-Gon hid a smile into the
cup.

He
had a feeling the other had been awake at an earlier hour than usual
this day from sheer excitement.

He’d
also hear the shower running which he took as a sign that
someone

either needed a shower to clean up or cool down from some rather
interesting dreams ehehe. Well
regardless which one was the true one, it didn’t matter.

Finally
setting his empty cup down, Qui-Gon sat back in his chair to give
Obi-Wan his full attention now that their breakfast and tea were
gone. “Alright than.” He rumbled. “You’ve thought about it,
taken the night to really think about it?” Qui-Gon questioned.

Obi-Wan
gave a sharp nod, licking his lips. “Yes.” He was trembling.

“Then
you know what comes now?” Qui-Gon smiled softly.

“Negotiation.”
Obi-Wan answered promptly.

“Good.”
Qui-Gon praised quietly. “Lets start sexually, what’s fully off
the table for you?” He murmured.

“Bodily
fluids play.” Obi-Wan answered promptly once again. Qui-Gon
wrinkled his nose and gave a nod which relieved Obi-Wan clearly. “I’m
not into pain play either, well not outside of scratches, hair
pulling, maybe some spanking and some scratching.” He was flushing darkly
by now.

Qui-Gon,
chuckling a bit, nodded. “That’s good to know.”

“Are
you into pain play?” Obi-Wan questioned, eyes widening a bit before
relaxing when Qui-Gon shook his head.

“No,
masochism
or sadism is not my style
but it does tell me where the line goes, does nipple clamps go on
that list?” He questioned.

At
the question Obi-Wan winced,  face bright red before nodding. “I
have… sensitive nipples. Clamps and such really hurt actually.”
He confessed.

Qui-Gon
nodded, mentally crossing it off the list of any of
the
toys allowed into their bedroom for
play
ever along with blunt impact objects like paddles or crops. As he
ticked it off, a thought occurred to him that made him smile softly.
“You prefer physical touch, don’t you?” At Obi-Wan’s
confused, blushing face, Qui-Gon elaborated. “Sensation, you prefer
that your dom touches you, caresses, brings their hands into play.”
He reached out to run the back of his fingertips lightly down
Obi-Wan’s cheek for demonstration.

At
the caress, Obi-Wan shivered as his eyes fluttered slightly while
leaning into the touch, giving Qui-Gon a vulnerable glance in
response. “Yes Master.” He whispered.

“Good…
thank you for your honesty Obi-Wan. Is there anything else?”
Qui-Gon murmured, settling his hand back on the table.

“I
don’t enjoy the idea of voyeurism or puppy play though I’ve never
experienced either master.” Obi-Wan turned thoughtful with his
reddened cheeks. “And I’ve never experienced cross-dressing,
outfits or roleplaying I admit though I’m not opposed to attempting
them.” He looked up at the other to see Qui-Gon’s response and
smiled when he saw the clear approval on the long haired mans face.

Nodding
as he shifted in his seat, Qui-Gon chuckled. “So far your answers
either fits with mine or you haven’t experienced it seems, we’ll
be figuring out together then what’s off boundaries of those and
won’t be repeated.” He reassured.

Smiling
softly at the other, Obi-Wan reached for the tea pot to refill their
mugs. “And you master? Is there anything I haven’t mentioned that
you want to?” He peered at him.

To
his surprise, Qui-Gon nodded. “Yes I need to know what level of
comfort you have with restraints, blindfolds and intimate toys like
vibrators and cockrings Obi-Wan.”

Rubbing
the back of his neck and more than likely feeling like he couldn’t
turn any redder, Obi-Wan shrugged. “I mean I have a vibrator of my
own. I… maybe we can figure out my level of comfort with a
safeword? I honestly don’t have that high a level of experience
master outside of some playing on my own.”

Reaching
out to stroke Obi-Wan’s burning cheek in reassurance, Qui-Gon
smiled while nodding. “We can do that Obi-Wan. One last sexual
question Obi-Wan, what’s your stand on oral?”

That
got a smile that honestly answered everything and Qui-Gon chuckled as
he took a big sip of his now lukewarm tea that Obi-Wan had refilled,
inwardly marveling at how compatible they were.

The
rest of was easy after that.

When
they were not in a scene, standard practice applied, they were still
padawan and master and therefor the rules of a dom and sub did not
apply to them, only the rules of a padawan service to a Jedi master.

In
private however they could be affectionate, they could be a couple
and the sexual relationship were not to be brought with them to an
active mission regardless of what needs they were to experience.

They
were to be Jedi first, master and padawan second, lovers third and
then…

Then
they could be dominant and submissive. Loved and beloved with all the
required needs such a scene required.

Picking
up Obi-Wan’s hand, Qui-Gon pressed a tender kiss to the back of his
sub’s hand, smiling carefully at him. “We’ll see about getting
you a collar in the future Obi-Wan once we’re both comfortable in
our new arrangement.” He murmured, watching how Obi-Wan went still
with his pupils going wide before narrowing.

“I’d
really like that Master.” Obi-Wan finally purred out, voice thick
with want and
his breath speeding up as the other continued pressing kisses to
Obi-Wan’s hand, slowly tracing kisses to the inside of the
redhead’s palm, lingering intimate kisses until he reached the
thundering pulse point of Obi-Wan’s wrist where he flickered his
tongue lightly against the thin skin. “Kark…” He wheezed out.

Chuckling
a bit, the master let go and winked lightly at him. “I believe you
have classes Obi-Wan.” He murmured in a dignified tone.

Staring
at him in horror, Obi-Wan finally looked at the clock only for his
eyes to turn even wider. “…You’re evil master.” He whimpered.
“I’m going to have that image in my head all day.”

‘As
was my intention dear one.’ Qui-Gon smirked.

Hey Moddy. Just read #EverYours, and it’s delightful. Could we see a continuation where Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon use kink negotiation to discover exactly what it is each wants- discussing both the sexual and nonsexual needs each has? Are they compatible, or does Obi-Wan have to seek somewhere else?

Sipping
his tea as he pretended Obi-Wan wasn’t practically vibrating on the
other side of their breakfast table, Qui-Gon hid a smile into the
cup.

He
had a feeling the other had been awake at an earlier hour than usual
this day from sheer excitement.

He’d
also hear the shower running which he took as a sign that
someone

either needed a shower to clean up or cool down from some rather
interesting dreams ehehe. Well
regardless which one was the true one, it didn’t matter.

Finally
setting his empty cup down, Qui-Gon sat back in his chair to give
Obi-Wan his full attention now that their breakfast and tea were
gone. “Alright than.” He rumbled. “You’ve thought about it,
taken the night to really think about it?” Qui-Gon questioned.

Obi-Wan
gave a sharp nod, licking his lips. “Yes.” He was trembling.

“Then
you know what comes now?” Qui-Gon smiled softly.

“Negotiation.”
Obi-Wan answered promptly.

“Good.”
Qui-Gon praised quietly. “Lets start sexually, what’s fully off
the table for you?” He murmured.

“Bodily
fluids play.” Obi-Wan answered promptly once again. Qui-Gon
wrinkled his nose and gave a nod which relieved Obi-Wan clearly. “I’m
not into pain play either, well not outside of scratches, hair
pulling, maybe some spanking and some scratching.” He was flushing darkly
by now.

Qui-Gon,
chuckling a bit, nodded. “That’s good to know.”

“Are
you into pain play?” Obi-Wan questioned, eyes widening a bit before
relaxing when Qui-Gon shook his head.

“No,
masochism
or sadism is not my style
but it does tell me where the line goes, does nipple clamps go on
that list?” He questioned.

At
the question Obi-Wan winced,  face bright red before nodding. “I
have… sensitive nipples. Clamps and such really hurt actually.”
He confessed.

Qui-Gon
nodded, mentally crossing it off the list of any of
the
toys allowed into their bedroom for
play
ever along with blunt impact objects like paddles or crops. As he
ticked it off, a thought occurred to him that made him smile softly.
“You prefer physical touch, don’t you?” At Obi-Wan’s
confused, blushing face, Qui-Gon elaborated. “Sensation, you prefer
that your dom touches you, caresses, brings their hands into play.”
He reached out to run the back of his fingertips lightly down
Obi-Wan’s cheek for demonstration.

At
the caress, Obi-Wan shivered as his eyes fluttered slightly while
leaning into the touch, giving Qui-Gon a vulnerable glance in
response. “Yes Master.” He whispered.

“Good…
thank you for your honesty Obi-Wan. Is there anything else?”
Qui-Gon murmured, settling his hand back on the table.

“I
don’t enjoy the idea of voyeurism or puppy play though I’ve never
experienced either master.” Obi-Wan turned thoughtful with his
reddened cheeks. “And I’ve never experienced cross-dressing,
outfits or roleplaying I admit though I’m not opposed to attempting
them.” He looked up at the other to see Qui-Gon’s response and
smiled when he saw the clear approval on the long haired mans face.

Nodding
as he shifted in his seat, Qui-Gon chuckled. “So far your answers
either fits with mine or you haven’t experienced it seems, we’ll
be figuring out together then what’s off boundaries of those and
won’t be repeated.” He reassured.

Smiling
softly at the other, Obi-Wan reached for the tea pot to refill their
mugs. “And you master? Is there anything I haven’t mentioned that
you want to?” He peered at him.

To
his surprise, Qui-Gon nodded. “Yes I need to know what level of
comfort you have with restraints, blindfolds and intimate toys like
vibrators and cockrings Obi-Wan.”

Rubbing
the back of his neck and more than likely feeling like he couldn’t
turn any redder, Obi-Wan shrugged. “I mean I have a vibrator of my
own. I… maybe we can figure out my level of comfort with a
safeword? I honestly don’t have that high a level of experience
master outside of some playing on my own.”

Reaching
out to stroke Obi-Wan’s burning cheek in reassurance, Qui-Gon
smiled while nodding. “We can do that Obi-Wan. One last sexual
question Obi-Wan, what’s your stand on oral?”

That
got a smile that honestly answered everything and Qui-Gon chuckled as
he took a big sip of his now lukewarm tea that Obi-Wan had refilled,
inwardly marveling at how compatible they were.

The
rest of was easy after that.

When
they were not in a scene, standard practice applied, they were still
padawan and master and therefor the rules of a dom and sub did not
apply to them, only the rules of a padawan service to a Jedi master.

In
private however they could be affectionate, they could be a couple
and the sexual relationship were not to be brought with them to an
active mission regardless of what needs they were to experience.

They
were to be Jedi first, master and padawan second, lovers third and
then…

Then
they could be dominant and submissive. Loved and beloved with all the
required needs such a scene required.

Picking
up Obi-Wan’s hand, Qui-Gon pressed a tender kiss to the back of his
sub’s hand, smiling carefully at him. “We’ll see about getting
you a collar in the future Obi-Wan once we’re both comfortable in
our new arrangement.” He murmured, watching how Obi-Wan went still
with his pupils going wide before narrowing.

“I’d
really like that Master.” Obi-Wan finally purred out, voice thick
with want and
his breath speeding up as the other continued pressing kisses to
Obi-Wan’s hand, slowly tracing kisses to the inside of the
redhead’s palm, lingering intimate kisses until he reached the
thundering pulse point of Obi-Wan’s wrist where he flickered his
tongue lightly against the thin skin. “Kark…” He wheezed out.

Chuckling
a bit, the master let go and winked lightly at him. “I believe you
have classes Obi-Wan.” He murmured in a dignified tone.

Staring
at him in horror, Obi-Wan finally looked at the clock only for his
eyes to turn even wider. “…You’re evil master.” He whimpered.
“I’m going to have that image in my head all day.”

‘As
was my intention dear one.’ Qui-Gon smirked.

Hello there! Are you familiar with BDSM AUs? Would you be willing to write one? With Obi as an obedient, service-oriented, and maybe quite masochistic sub, who is quite content with belonging to dom!Qui-Gon. Or maybe the origin of this, with Qui-Gon fretting because his padawan is a sub and of course he wishes him a healthy relationship with a dom, but Qui isn’t willing to trust a stranger with his sinfully tempting padawan. Only to learn that Obi wishes to bow to his master and his master only.

Its not something that’s really a secret.

Well not really, at least to those who knew to look for the signs at
least but not everyone did know what signs to look for.

And it was enough to frazzle Qui-Gon into worry very unbecoming of a
Jedi master as he nursed his fifth cup of tea for the day, watching
Obi-Wan over the rim of his cup. The reason for said agitation?

Obi-Wan was a natural, bonafide sub, one who enjoyed serving, who
took pleasure even from none sexual servitude and praise with the way
his eyes would sparkle at doing as told properly.

It left Qui-Gon feeling… well antsy.

Because after that idiotic fifty shades of gray novel and than the
later movie that came out, there were way too many idiots out there
who thought they knew what was a dom and was more then up to the task
of taking advantage of someone fresh to the scene.

Like Obi-Wan.

Sith Spit.

It was the last thing Qui-Gon wanted to happen to his outright
sinfully beautiful padawan despite the padawan haircut.

Obi-Wan had turned into a dapper, well-cut and handsome young man and
there was something galling at the idea of a wannabe dom abusing
Qui-Gon’s padawan in any way. Honestly, how that inaccurate pile of
bantha droppings managed to get published and actually lined up as
honest bdsm practices, Qui-Gon had no idea and he scowled into his
own cup.

“Master, are you alright?” Obi-Wan questioned, the man jerking
his head up to find the other sitting on the couch in his thin shift,
barefoot feet settled on the couch and smiling a bit. “You’re
scowling and that’s your fifth cup of tea this evening alone.”

Shaking his head a bit, Qui-Gon pushed himself from the kitchen
counter he had been leaning on, moving out into the living room
instead. “Just thinking Obi-Wan. Saw a commercial for that fifty
shades of gray holomovie coming out.”

A quiet of relief left him when Obi-Wan outright grimaced. “That
thing. Quinlan tried to make me read the book but honestly its a
mess. Not to mention the wildly inaccurate behaviors. That’s a book
that perpetrates abuse frankly.” He rolled his shoulders.

Sitting down beside him and settling his cup on the caff table,
Qui-Gon brushed Obi-Wan’s ankle with his fingertips, smiling. “I’m…
relieved to hear you say that Obi-Wan.” He murmured.

Peering back, ignoring the flatscreen, Obi-Wan smiled back, a slight
color rising to his cheek, though if that was from the topic at hand
or who he was speaking to it about, that was up to anyone’s guess.
“Beside, I know that’s not how a proper dominant behaves even
with my very slim experience.” He cleared his throat.

“Oh?” Qui-Gon rumbled, his hand still before curving around
Obi-Wan’s ankle.

Green eyes stared at him. “A real dom cares for their sub, they
don’t try to control their entire life, they love them, respect
their safe words and their limits and provides aftercare. They
understand that their sub are still people who deserve respect.” He
murmured, shivering a bit as Qui-Gon’s large hand started to trace
up and down the leg. “They… mmn…” Obi-Wan trailed off.

Embolden by the reaction and Obi-Wan’s open acceptance of his
touch, Qui-Gon squeezed the others calf. “Go on Obi-Wan, they
what?” He rumbled deeply.

Shaking his head to try and refocus, Obi-Wan focused slightly dazed
eyes onto his teacher. “Self control master, self control and
responsibility.” He got out. “To be patient and not let… let
themselves go angry over situations outside of a subs control or
knowledge.”

Smiling at the level of understanding Obi-Wan had, Qui-Gon lifted his
hand and brushed two fingers against the others knee. “Well done
Obi-Wan.” He praised quietly.

The redhead let out a shaky breath, staring at Qui-Gon as the other
Jedi retreated and picked up his tea again, allowing Obi-Wan to
decide what came now. After two heartbeats, the other shifted out of
his position and closer to Qui-Gon, his face nervous before perking
up joyfully when Qui-Gon easily lifted one arm, allowing Obi-Wan to
suit himself under it.

He instantly made himself comfortable again, this time against
Qui-Gon instead of the arm of the couch, peering up at him. “Master,
I-”

“We can speak about this in the morning Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon took a
slow sip of his tea. “Give it a night, think about what you want to
say… for my sake.” He added quietly.

Obi-Wan stared at him, looking rebellious for a few seconds before he
nodded, showing the maturity Qui-Gon wanted.

Giving the other a smile and stroking his hand over the others hair
briefly, Qui-Gon took another sip of his luke warm tea, chuckling
softly at how the other relaxed into his side.

Hello there! Are you familiar with BDSM AUs? Would you be willing to write one? With Obi as an obedient, service-oriented, and maybe quite masochistic sub, who is quite content with belonging to dom!Qui-Gon. Or maybe the origin of this, with Qui-Gon fretting because his padawan is a sub and of course he wishes him a healthy relationship with a dom, but Qui isn’t willing to trust a stranger with his sinfully tempting padawan. Only to learn that Obi wishes to bow to his master and his master only.

Its not something that’s really a secret.

Well not really, at least to those who knew to look for the signs at
least but not everyone did know what signs to look for.

And it was enough to frazzle Qui-Gon into worry very unbecoming of a
Jedi master as he nursed his fifth cup of tea for the day, watching
Obi-Wan over the rim of his cup. The reason for said agitation?

Obi-Wan was a natural, bonafide sub, one who enjoyed serving, who
took pleasure even from none sexual servitude and praise with the way
his eyes would sparkle at doing as told properly.

It left Qui-Gon feeling… well antsy.

Because after that idiotic fifty shades of gray novel and than the
later movie that came out, there were way too many idiots out there
who thought they knew what was a dom and was more then up to the task
of taking advantage of someone fresh to the scene.

Like Obi-Wan.

Sith Spit.

It was the last thing Qui-Gon wanted to happen to his outright
sinfully beautiful padawan despite the padawan haircut.

Obi-Wan had turned into a dapper, well-cut and handsome young man and
there was something galling at the idea of a wannabe dom abusing
Qui-Gon’s padawan in any way. Honestly, how that inaccurate pile of
bantha droppings managed to get published and actually lined up as
honest bdsm practices, Qui-Gon had no idea and he scowled into his
own cup.

“Master, are you alright?” Obi-Wan questioned, the man jerking
his head up to find the other sitting on the couch in his thin shift,
barefoot feet settled on the couch and smiling a bit. “You’re
scowling and that’s your fifth cup of tea this evening alone.”

Shaking his head a bit, Qui-Gon pushed himself from the kitchen
counter he had been leaning on, moving out into the living room
instead. “Just thinking Obi-Wan. Saw a commercial for that fifty
shades of gray holomovie coming out.”

A quiet of relief left him when Obi-Wan outright grimaced. “That
thing. Quinlan tried to make me read the book but honestly its a
mess. Not to mention the wildly inaccurate behaviors. That’s a book
that perpetrates abuse frankly.” He rolled his shoulders.

Sitting down beside him and settling his cup on the caff table,
Qui-Gon brushed Obi-Wan’s ankle with his fingertips, smiling. “I’m…
relieved to hear you say that Obi-Wan.” He murmured.

Peering back, ignoring the flatscreen, Obi-Wan smiled back, a slight
color rising to his cheek, though if that was from the topic at hand
or who he was speaking to it about, that was up to anyone’s guess.
“Beside, I know that’s not how a proper dominant behaves even
with my very slim experience.” He cleared his throat.

“Oh?” Qui-Gon rumbled, his hand still before curving around
Obi-Wan’s ankle.

Green eyes stared at him. “A real dom cares for their sub, they
don’t try to control their entire life, they love them, respect
their safe words and their limits and provides aftercare. They
understand that their sub are still people who deserve respect.” He
murmured, shivering a bit as Qui-Gon’s large hand started to trace
up and down the leg. “They… mmn…” Obi-Wan trailed off.

Embolden by the reaction and Obi-Wan’s open acceptance of his
touch, Qui-Gon squeezed the others calf. “Go on Obi-Wan, they
what?” He rumbled deeply.

Shaking his head to try and refocus, Obi-Wan focused slightly dazed
eyes onto his teacher. “Self control master, self control and
responsibility.” He got out. “To be patient and not let… let
themselves go angry over situations outside of a subs control or
knowledge.”

Smiling at the level of understanding Obi-Wan had, Qui-Gon lifted his
hand and brushed two fingers against the others knee. “Well done
Obi-Wan.” He praised quietly.

The redhead let out a shaky breath, staring at Qui-Gon as the other
Jedi retreated and picked up his tea again, allowing Obi-Wan to
decide what came now. After two heartbeats, the other shifted out of
his position and closer to Qui-Gon, his face nervous before perking
up joyfully when Qui-Gon easily lifted one arm, allowing Obi-Wan to
suit himself under it.

He instantly made himself comfortable again, this time against
Qui-Gon instead of the arm of the couch, peering up at him. “Master,
I-”

“We can speak about this in the morning Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon took a
slow sip of his tea. “Give it a night, think about what you want to
say… for my sake.” He added quietly.

Obi-Wan stared at him, looking rebellious for a few seconds before he
nodded, showing the maturity Qui-Gon wanted.

Giving the other a smile and stroking his hand over the others hair
briefly, Qui-Gon took another sip of his luke warm tea, chuckling
softly at how the other relaxed into his side.

Natural submissive (but still BAMF General)Obi gets found out after a brutal battle and needs help to decompress from DomCody and DomAnakin. Doesn’t need to be sexual (this time) just fluffy aftercare (because Obi needs love). Thanks!

Grasping Obi-Wan firmly by the shoulder, Anakin pulled the older Jedi
towards their tent, waving the others away even as Obi-Wan spluttered
out a meaningless protest as he was pulled into private by the blond.

And then he shut up fully as the knight started to remove his armor,
tension seeming to drain from his shoulders. “Verbal consent
Obi-Wan, where are we?” Anakin murmured.

“Green.” Obi-Wan whispered, letting the other pull every piece of
armor from his body and place it on a spindly little table before
Anakin cupped Obi-Wan’s face, studying it for the fine tremors.

“Its been a hard battle, its been a hard damn week and you haven’t
given yourself one hour to even try to decompress.” He whispered
while stroking the others cheeks. “Haven’t let me close to get
you to calm down. So I need you to undress to your under tunics and
remove your leggings for me Obi-Wan, can you be good and do that for
me?”

Nodding into the hands, Obi-Wan let out a low sigh. “Y-Yes sir.”

Smiling faintly, Anakin stepped away and moved to the bags, pulling
out the meditation mat Obi-Wan favored. There was a time when Obi-Wan
calling him sir had felt utterly strange…now it was just routine.

He rolled it out on the floor and turned to Obi-Wan, smiling a bit
wider at what he saw.

Just Obi-Wan.

In soft inner leggings and shorts it was just Obi-Wan, not General
Kenobi who had gone away with every piece of armor removed from his
body, not Master Obi-Wan who had disappeared as he was left in only
soft tunic and shorts but Obi-Wan who needed…

Anakin sat down on the bed and patted his lap, waiting for Obi-Wan to
place his hands on them so the ginger could lever himself down on his
knees on the meditation mat. “Hands on your lap Obi-Wan.” The
blond murmured, watching him tuck his folded hands in his lap and
then settle his cheek on Anakin’s lap, breathing out heavily.

Stroking the others cheek, Anakin frowned when he felt the tenseness
of the jaw. “Obi-Wan, you need to be good and relax… are you
still with me?”

“Uhu, green.” Obi-Wan nodded into Anakin’s lap.

“Tell me where you are then.” Anakin sighed and stroked the
others hair when Obi-Wan flinched a bit.

“Hollen VI, the moon orbiting the planet in our tent with you.”
Obi-Wan whispered.

“Good, good.” Anakin praised and felt Obi-Wan breath out in
relief.

That was the thing Anakin had learned after the first year of the
war, Obi-Wan needed to be able to give over control to someone else,
having too much on his own.

Master, Council member, war general, senate liaison…

So many responsibilities, too many lives hanging on his words and too
much bloodshed as he stiffened to and became more and more withdrawn
until Anakin had managed to find what Obi-Wan needed.

Someone else to hold the reins if only for a while.

Anakin pressed his thumb against Obi-Wan’s bottom lip and smiled
when the other instantly opened his mouth while peering up at him as
Anakin pressed his thumb down on the slick muscle of the others
tongue.

A question was clear in those tired green eyes.

But Anakin just shook his head. “You’re gritting your teeth,
that’s all. Relax, I’m here with you.  In a while I’m gonna get
up and get you something to eat and drink but you need to relax
first, you eat better when you’re not tensing your jaw.” Anakin
murmured, running his mech hand through the matted and dirty ginger
hairs.

Giving a little noise of understanding, Obi-Wan closed his eyes and
just let himself relax, let things fade away as he let Anakin be the
one in charge.

Someone else in charge then him.