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Hi Moddy in to me you belong do Obi-wan and Anakin finally talk after Obi’s panic attack?

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The panic attack had been unexpected, of all the things he had thought Obi-Wan would react with when he came out of his heat and became properly aware of the situation, a panic attack was the last option.

Or well, the very last one was violence, Obi-Wan hadn’t even been able to harm him properly on Mustafar after all Vader had done, had kept withdrawing and defending, not properly attacking and even when he had the chance to kill Vader…

He had not taken it.

But yes, the panic attack had been very low on the list of things he had expected.

Finally however, Obi-Wan started to calm down, his warm and wet face still pressed to Vader’s collarbone.

It was almost comfortable, it soothed a part of Vader that he hadn’t been aware was clawing at the wall, the urge to nurture and care.

Until Obi-Wan finally could take in the situation.

Grunting as he was shoved back against the headboard as the Jedi flung himself back on his ass and out of the Sith’s lap, Vader stared at Obi-Wan as the Jedi stared back at him, still trembling faintly but no longer sinking below in his panic.

His face was covered in his tears and snot, flushed and his eyes red rimmed and puffy like Vader had never seen before with his hair tussled around his head.

Force, Vader had never seen the other so…

Vulnerable.

That was the word.

Obi-Wan had looked injured, had looked small, grieving and even broken sometimes.

But never before had Vader or Anakin looked at his former master and thought the world ‘vulnerable’, it just didn’t fit with Obi-Wan Kenobi.

But right now, that was the only word he had for the man trembling in front of him.

Neither seemed to know what to say before Vader finally just sighed deeply. “You are a fucking moron for going to Tatooine.” He scowled at him and Obi-Wan flinched, mostly in response to the now aggressive hormones the man was pumping out.

Pressing his lips together, Vader refused to feel guilty about it as he narrowed his eyes, watching Obi-Wan back away from him and the bed, moving towards the door with his eyes pinned on the Sith.

“I told you what happened to unmated omegas on Tatooine, how you kept under the radar while in heat I have no idea bu-”

“Shut up!” Obi-Wan shouted, his back now pressing to the door that refused to open for anyone but Vader.

Jaw snapping shut so fast his teeth clacked, Vader stared in surprise.

Anakin had never had the ‘pleasure’ to see Obi-Wan like this.

Upset and loud.

Shaking, the too thin body looking like he was going to fall over.

But it was the shouting that took Vader fully of guard, cut any anger he had been building off at the knees.

With shaking hands, Obi-Wan reached up and ran his hands through his hair, whining faintly. “Please… please… please just shut up. Shut up.” Obi-Wan voice tapered off into a quietly mumble, still shaking, slowly sliding down the door until he was sitting on his ass, his legs pulled up to his chest in a protective move.

A part of Vader cried out at the sight, almost screamed.

Another part, more analytical pointed out that the person in front of him was having a PTSD breakdown.

He should be gloating at it honestly, he was after all Lord Vader, right hand of Emperor Palpatine and the attack ‘dog’ of the Empire.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was a genocide survivor of a purge that left most of the people he had called family for dead.

And before that, he had been through a war with countless death.

And Vader should be gloating because he was a Sith and this was a Jedi at his mercy, his former master, one of those that had betrayed him even if Obi-Wan’s betrayal paled in comparison to Sidious these days.

All it made him do was want to wrap Obi-Wan up and hold him tightly.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Vader approached the sitting Jedi, rumbling quietly and soothingly, trying to appeal to the omega instincts that Obi-Wan seemed to have embraced while living on Tatooine if his survival instincts had gone into during his heat.

He still flinched at the sound, his hands trapped in his hair but didn’t do anything else and let Vader approach until the Sith could kneel down in front of him.

Carefully, Vader reached out and touched Obi-Wan’s shins first, taking in how the other flinched at the touch. “…Okay… I won’t scold you…” He whispered, keeping his tone even. “Just… please calm down?” Vader asked instead.

Obi-Wan, lips pressed into a pale, thin line and his hands still kneading his scalp, gave a sharp nod before leaning in and pressing his forehead to his knees.

Uncertainly, Vader remained right there, rubbing the other man’s shins slowly, his mind spinning circles.

So has Piett reported on Vaderkin’s suspicious behavior to the emperor in To Me You Belong? Or is he loyal to Vaderkin? What does Vaderkin plan go do with Obi? Will we find out about the whip and scarred bonding gland?

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There is one thing clear to Vader as the last day of Obi-Wan’s heat
arrives.

He can
not leave Obi-Wan in this place.

It is
not safe.

Not
for a Jedi in hiding and not for an omega, especially one who had
never explored their own life.

Obi-Wan
had gone about his life as if he was a beta and Vader remembered,
back in the clone wars, thinking about how lucky he was that his
master wasn’t an omega.

How
Obi-Wan’s safety wasn’t even more jeopardized because as an
omega, he’d have even more of a following than he did as a flirty
beta.

However,
there was no way Obi-Wan would agree to leave, especially not with
him.

So
that meant that Vader would have to leave today.

With a
deep sigh, Vader got to work, packing up Obi-Wan’s meager
belongings and whatever could be precious to the man.

Yes,
he cheated a bit and used the Force to find them but honestly, the
little locked chest was an obvious thing.

He
could hear the kyber crystals after all, both his own Jedi
saber and Obi-Wan’s and he ended up staring at it for who knows how
long until Obi-Wan’s little whine from his nest interrupted him.

He had
packed it into the meager belongings before contacting Piett,
ordering him to the coordinates to pick up both Vader and a second
person.

With a
stern command that any alphas coming were to wear a breather mask.

The
last thing Vader needed was for someone to get too interested in
Obi-Wan and his scent.

“Alright,
we need to go.” Vader sighed, moving to the bedroom, a pack slung
over his shoulder as he wrapped Obi-Wan up in the bedding and settled
him bridal style in his arms, the omega giving low, confused whines,
his bare feet poking out of the blankets on one end.

“Ani?
Wha…” He mumbled, pressing his face to Anakin’s armored chest
and letting out a low noise when Vader pulled the blanket up over his
head to hide him from anyone else.

He
didn’t need anyone else recognizing Obi-Wan, that was for sure.

Though,
anyone looking for Jedi and General Kenobi was looking for a beta…
still.

A
little tug on his chest plate made him rumble deeply, trying to sooth
Obi-Wan as he put the helmet on with the Force, heading for the door
of Obi-Wan’s hut. “Ani, Ani where?” Obi-Wan continued, voice
tired and exhausted.

That
was another part that alerted Vader that Obi-Wan was towards the end
of his heat.

He was
more conscious.

Rumbling
deeply, trying to sooth him as they stepped out into the sun, Vader
held him tightly to try and stimulate a nest environment with keeping
up the pressure.

Least
he could do that as he eyed the shuttle coming towards them. “Going
somewhere safe, gotta keep you safe. Trust me Obi-Wan.” The man
murmured, feeling Obi-Wan stiffen at the modulated voice before
pressing his head to Vader’s chest.

He
squirmed around when the shuttle came close enough to make noise but
Vader’s tight grip kept him from moving too much. And he whined a
bit when he heard unfamiliar voices, troopers greeting Lord Vader as
proper.

“Lord
Vader, we have arranged everything as requested, the path to your
quarters is cleared all the way with items as requested.” Piett
stepped forward from the cockpit, his brown eyes flickering to the
edge of the blanket with visible feet to the area where Obi-Wan’s
head would be before focusing on Vader’s helmeted face.

He
could feel their curiosity as he stepped into the shuttle and away
from the sun and sand, using the Force to keep steady as he held
Obi-Wan tightly to him. “Bring us to the Fist.” He ordered, the
modulated voice once more making Obi-Wan squirm around though Vader’s
grip was tight.

Piett
nodded, the doors closing behind them as the pilot brought them into
the air.

A
throb in the Force caught Vader’s attention, making him pause
before dismissing it.

It was
probably nothing, maybe friends Obi-Wan had managed to make though
there was only a single point that he could make out.

One
person didn’t matter in the grand scheme of it as Vader was
determined to get Obi-Wan safe, safe in the knowledge while an Empire
lapdog, Piett was loyal to him.

And
the troopers worshiped the ground Vader walked on as he served on the
front lines with them.

Sidious
might learn that Vader had collected an omega from someone on the
ship.

But
that was all he would learn.

Vader
would make sure of that as he shielded Obi-Wan’s identity from
everyone.

Any chance of getting more tomeyoubelong? When Obi-wan showers? Or perhaps when Obi-wan gets a little more clear headed?

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How the kark he had managed to get Obi-Wan out of his nest, Vader had
no idea but he had, supporting the stumbling and whining omega
against his own body the entire way as he clung to Vader in turn.

Obi-Wan
was apparently even more nest bound than any other omega Vader had
ever been around. But that could logically be due to Obi-Wan’s
instincts, the omega being alone and in fear for himself on an
underdeveloped world with slavery going and a hutt overlord.

So he
got the why even as he struggled to get Obi-Wan out of the rough spun
tunic and leggings, cursing quietly when Obi-Wan’s leggings got
stuck partway down.

Nudity
wasn’t a rare thing among the Jedi order, so it wouldn’t be the
first time Vader had seen the other naked but to see him again now…

Vader
paused, staring, disconcerted at the sight of Obi-Wan’s ribs and
the hollow that was his stomach.

No
wonder Obi-Wan couldn’t carry a pup.

It
would be beyond dangerous with him this skinny, male omegas needed a
small amount of extra weight due to their bodies not having the same
fat deposits that females had, to be able to handle both the strain
of a pregnancy and for what came after.

And
then there were the new scars.

Vader
felt something, the echo of guilt, when he found red lashings curling
over Obi-Wan’s body, but he forced himself not to think about it as
Obi-Wan gave a whimper and shook like a leaf, looking like he was
about to flee back to his tiny nest.

“Shh,
no, its alright. We need to get you clean Obi-Wan.” Vader soothed,
trying not to feel pity with the pathetic sight.

But
for all that Vader had been… was angry, with the Jedi, he was also
and alpha and his hind mind was kicking in hard to see the shivering,
naked and starved omega in front of him, slick visibly shining
between his legs.

“A-Ani.”
The omega whined out, his voice miserable and pathetic as he stared
plaintively at the alpha, arms wrapped around himself as goosebumps
broke out on his skin.

Stiffening
in shock, Vader stared at the redhead. That was the first time
Obi-Wan had spoken his name since he arrived and it was…

‘No…
No Anakin Skywalker is dead. That name means nothing.’ He
sternly told himself even as he reached out to push Obi-Wan into the
shower first.

Luckily,
Obi-Wan went willingly, still watching Vader as the Sith undressed
himself and set his clothes aside, the Sith dallying a bit before
taking a deep breath and pressing himself into the small shower with
his former master.

He
couldn’t move without rubbing up against Obi-Wan and he had to
fight the natural reaction he had to being so close to Obi-Wan, the
alpha in his mind roaring at him even as he rumbled soothingly at the
other, turning the sonic shower on.

Obi-Wan
let out a little yelp, pushing into Vader’s body, whining loudly as
he hid his face in the blonds shoulder.

‘What
the!’ Vader flailed a bit in shock, his elbows knocking against the
wall of the tiny shower, staring at the side of Obi-Wan’s head
before breathing out in shock and freezing as he stared down
Obi-Wan’s back.

Along
the others back, a wide, still vividly pink on pale skin, slashing
scar stood out, raised and swollen but not infected.

And
for all that Vader would deny to the name Anakin Skywalker, he still
recognized that kind of scar.

A
whip.

Obi-Wan
had encountered a whip and that was recent.

Not
only that, like this, Vader could also see Obi-Wan’s bonding gland,
swollen as it was due to heat.

It was
scarred.

Hand
shaking, Vader raised his hand as if in a trance and touched it, a
half suppressed memory of Obi-Wan speaking about the Force healing
bonding glands and forced mating.

It had
been a half payed attention to lesson, one Obi-Wan had given up on
when it was clear Anakin wasn’t listening and instead had turned
into a ‘please Anakin, if you are forcibly bonded, come to me,
I’ll help you.’ plea.

“Ani?”
A little whimper broke Vader from his thoughts, Obi-Wan shivering
against him as he looked up with wide eyes.

Forcing
a smile at him before reaching for the rough washcloth, Vader purred
at the other. “It’s alright, lets get you clean, alright?” He
murmured, his voice sounding hoarse as he went to work.

Squirming
at the touches, Obi-Wan seemed to know that something was up but got
distracted by the washcloth, whining a bit louder.

‘I
should have gotten Piett to bring a softer clothed thing… damn it.’
Vader forced his mind to focus on the situation.

He’d
deal with everything else later.

In tomeyoubelong, is Vader burnt like in the original trilogy, or unburnt (still lookin like Anakin)?

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Everything is hot and awful and he’s so hungry.

His
nest is too small but there’s no more to place in it, everything,
even his robe is in the nest and there is nothing more to do
but sleep as slick coats the inside of his thighs and makes him even
more uncomfortable.

He
knows there is food in the house, he has some but heat had
come too sharp and sudden for him to really prepare, only a day’s
warning and it was all he could do to just bar the house and get what
little he had for a nest.

This
had never been an issue back in the Jedi temple, Obi-Wan had been a
beta then due to the blockers and never had to think about heat or
being influenced by alphas.

But on
Tatooine, there was no access to what he needed.

Leaving
him to deal with the awful heats now that his body had to endure
them.

More
than ever, he missed Anakin.

Anakin
would have understood, looked out for him, known what to do.

He
knew to survive this world.

Obi-Wan
however was alone.

Anakin
was no more, only Vader, who had knelt for the emperor, the Sith.

Vader
would kill him for sure.

Only
then Vader is in his doorway with his helmet on the floor, staring at
him with golden eyes as light floods his little bedroom and it’s
all Obi-Wan can do to not succumb fully to his instincts. He had not
savaged Vader on Mustafar, had left him fine and alive if bruised and
aching as Obi-Wan fled with Padme.

Fear
and anger still rolled beneath his skin along with his misery but the
fear won over all of that, Vader standing in his doorway, a saber
hilt in his hand.

And
yet…

It is
dropped, Vader stumbles forward without weapons, though one can argue
the enforcer of the Emperor is a weapon in simply existing.

And
Vader is not doing any of that as Obi-Wan presses back into the wall.

Vader
reaches for him, soothingly, desperate, rumbling at him with shock
still present in his scent.

Its
instincts that drives Obi-Wan from the wall and cautiously towards
the Sith, recognizing survival in the other as he lets Vader pull him
close and into him.

Heat
drives his action as he lets Vader tuck him into his meager nest and
hold him, instincts allows Vader to wrap him up and the parts of
Obi-Wan that is lonely beyond belief hopes that there is some
part of Anakin still left in the alpha that holds him.

And he
is lonely, so lonely and here is an alpha, who despite never holding
him in his nest, is still familiar and isn’t threatening him in
this moment.

For
all that Obi-Wan wants to be strong, he feels the weakness in this
moment and submits to ancient instincts.

And so
he curls into the warmth of someone else, listening to the beat of a
heart through layers of clothes and just feels.

Comfort,
warmth, the presence of another person.

Of
Anakin.

Because
for all that Anakin must be gone, the scent hasn’t changed.

And
Anakin is gone… right?

()()()

Muttering
to himself, Vader barred the door with the Force after himself as he
walked over to the table, setting down the box full of items with a
smirk of satisfaction.

A
quick comm up to the Fist while Obi-Wan had been sleeping had given
him a lot more food for the other.

Piett’s
interest in the omega however had been unwelcome, the beta clearly
smelling the heat on Vader’s armor and to avoid any intrusion,
Vader was going to keep the barrier Obi-Wan had set up going.

But
now at least he had food for Obi-Wan, easy to eat things and make and
some mechanical components so Vader could fix the fresher.

It
hadn’t escaped him that Obi-Wan’s fresher was broken, recently
from the looks of it and Obi-Wan must be so uncomfortable with the
slick clearly soaking his leggings. It was a good thing he wasn’t
fertile for a pup because with that much slick, Vader wasn’t sure
he’d manage to keep back his instincts.

‘Lets
see, proper soap and not the Tatooine crap, bread packets, dried
fruit, some juice, cheese… good, good.’ Vader nodded, pulling out
the blankets from the bottom of the box. Add those food items to the
leftover pea stew with meat and Obi-Wan would be able to eat properly
throughout his heat.

Now,
how to convince Obi-Wan to leave his nest and shower…

Vader
paused before sighing deeply. “Time to cram myself into a tiny
shower with my former master, I guess…” Vader raised his eyes to
the ceiling, wondering if Mace Windu was laughing as hard in the
Force as Vader thought he was.

No strings can hold me. can we have more of that one please? What’s Vader planning? do Obi Wan and Rex get some nice cuddle time or even a kiss? DOES VADER SEE THAT KISS IN A VISION?!

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Pacing
in the living room of his Senatorial apartment, Vader toxic yellow
eyes narrowed in hate and displeasure, rage wafting of him for anyone
to feel.

Even
those without Force could sense it, like a slithering layer of humid
heat against their skin but Vader did not care.

No,
he had things to think about, he had someone to find
but no way to get them back because he had no idea where they were
and that meant that he would have to lure his Jedi back to him.

However
there was an issue with that.

There
were many things in the galaxy that Obi-Wan Kenobi had once cared
about and most of them were gone.

Some
of them by Vader’s own hand and some of them by others.

Satine
Kryze by Maul’s hand, taking a rival down in Vader’s but also
leaving a gaping hole in Obi-Wan’s chest and losing Vader an
opportunity to leverage her over Obi-Wan even before Vader was
created.

The
same went for Qui-Gon Jinn, also taken away by Maul long before Vader
was even a thought in Sidious mind.

Anakin
Skywalker was weak and therefore was destroyed by Vader when he was
created in fire and blood, he wasn’t foolish enough to consider
that Obi-Wan would come running back for a few heartfelt words and it
wouldn’t trick him into thinking ‘Anakin’ was back and there
was no way whoever had him would let him run back.

The
Jedi temple perhaps?

But
that would include destroying Sidious and Vader wasn’t quite ready
for that, regardless how much he hated the old creep, he still needed
him to teach him, to control the populace and to show him more of the
Sith’s way.

There
were the holocrons of course, Obi-Wan might return for the holocrons
of the Jedi but whoever he was with, who made him smile, would not
let him run off for that without being protected.

Then
there was the Jedi order itself… less said about that and its
members, the better, there were no one left that Obi-Wan would come
running for right now.

Ahsoka
was a viable vector honestly but Vader didn’t have
her, regardless how much he searched for his former padawan, she too
had disappeared into so much dust of the galaxy and every summon and
request he had sent out had been ignored.

Either
Ahsoka was dead or she had turned on him too.

There
was no one else that Vader could see Obi-Wan be willing to stick his
head out for left in the entire gala-Vader froze in the middle of his
living room floor, his eyes widening in shock before narrowing in
contemplation once more as the breeze blew the heavy dark curtains
gently on the floor.

There
was one soul.

Now
that Vader truly allowed himself to think about
it.

One
soul, one person that was within his grasp that Obi-Wan cared for
enough to be willing to risk not
only his life for but also his soul and maybe whoever he was with.

One
man.

Reaching
for his comm link, Vader stared at the Jedi temple in the distance as
he typed in a code.

It
was quickly picked up. “Lord Vader sir, this is Commander Fox, at
your disposal.” A clear and familiar voice came through.

Licking
his lips, Vader settled back on his heels. “Commander, I want you
to have the 212th
brought to Coruscant and in particular, to have Commander Cody
transferred to my personal squad, effective immediately.”

There
was a pause, surprise clear even over the audio only comm before it
crackled. “Of course sir, I will start making arrangement to have
them transferred to you Lord Vader.” Fox promptly responded.

Smiling
slowly, lips curling cruelly, Vader shut down his comm, staring at
the old Jedi temple turned Imperial castle. “…One person. Let’s
see how long you will hide once you know where Commander Cody is, my
dear Obi-Wan.” All
Vader would need to do is to orchestrate some information spilling.

But
that wouldn’t be so hard now would it, after all, the 212th
colors were still the bright orange.

And
Obi-Wan had always cared for his commander.

Pushing
ugly jealousy away, Vader continued smiling darkly at the old temple,
full of besmirched memories.

‘I’ll
have you back soon Obi-Wan… soon.’

()()()

Shivering,
goosebumps breaking out under his leathers, Obi-Wan looked around in
confusion as he stepped closer to Rex side.

“Is
something wrong?” Rex paused, letting the others disembark and
slide away into the crowds to collect supplies as they were separated
to different vode. “Ben?” He leaned in a bit, his hand coming to
grasp Obi-Wan’s.

“I…
I don’t know. For a moment I just felt cold.” Obi-Wan returned
quietly, tightening his hold on Rex hand.

Alert,
Rex glanced around too, now on guard before quietly pulling Obi-Wan’s
hood up. “…Let’s not stir up any trouble then.” He murmured
quietly, both of them keeping to the shadows and trying to remain out
of view for any cameras they saw.

It
could be nothing of course, but both Obi-Wan and Rex knew that the
Force was a handy ally.

And
even just a feeling to a Force sensitive could be important to listen
to.

Rex
slid his arm around Obi-Wan, tucking him into his side as they moved
towards a junkyard, a few machine components on their list that they
could hopefully get cheap as they remained on guard throughout the
day.

Hello there Moddy! Long time no promot from me xD So in #dociledoll: Obi-Wan is slowly healing under the care of clones and I love it. And what with Vader? Any interesting stuff? Any search for Obi-Wan?

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Standing
on the bridge of Homebase as the group of refugees and clones were
busy refueling at a depot and restocking, Obi-Wan glanced around the
bridge with a small smile as he took in the relaxed atmosphere
around.

Nine
months after they had ran off from the burgeoning Rebellion and they
were still keeping one step ahead of the Rebellion, that they
occasionally worked with and two steps ahead of the Empire and Vader.

Allowing
those who had been injured or had losses to heal somewhat.

Now,
Obi-Wan would claim that he himself was doing a lot better than when
he was with Vader but he wouldn’t state that for sure as he
sometimes had periods where his mind was utterly blank and needed
someone to snap him out of his episodes.

The
Sith drug had properly hampered his mind but the episodes were
happening less and less over the months and all the troopers he
worked with on Homebase knew how to help him out of those spots.

But
they were still the evidence of when he was the ‘Doll of the
Empire’ as he had seen a Rebellion bulletin on once, though he
hadn’t gotten to read much of it before Rex was there, his jaw
white as he dragged Obi-Wan away with protective anger oozing into
the Force.

Nightmares
were still an issue, but Rex…

Obi-Wan
snuck a glance at the former captain, finding the man murmuring quiet
orders to Boil and Waxer about the fuel gauge and water levels.

Rex
was a blessing, he’d still sit with his arm around Obi-Wan and just
hold him, letting him calm down from the nightmares that haunted
Obi-Wan’s every step and Obi-Wan couldn’t help but feel…

Cheeks
color, Obi-Wan crossed his arms defensively over his chest, looking
down at his feet.

No,
he shouldn’t be feeling that way.

Rex
was a friend, a great friend, who came to his aid when the need was
great and Obi-Wan should tell the thing beating in his chest to shut
u-

Glancing
up in surprise at the sound of music that cut his thoughts off,
Obi-Wan let out a surprised noise as he recognized the waltz of
Beneda before looking over to Lamb, the young clone giving him a
small grin before pointing at the viewfind, past the hovering ships
around them. “The fuel depot is hovering in range of a radio shows
signal, they’re currently playing music and since we’re
refueling, we can catch the signal.” He explained happily before
leaning his elbows on the control board he was sat at, closing his
eyes to listen with a pleased sigh.

Blinking,
Obi-Wan let a slow smile cross his lips at that, glancing to find the
radio satellite they were in range of, swaying lightly to the tune.

He
remembered this song well, it was one Qui-Gon had used when he was
teaching Obi-Wan how to formal dance as a young padawan and Obi-Wan
had done so badly back then, stepping on Qui-Gon’s big feet as the
man laughed softly and assured him that it was normal.

Oh
how he had despised that song as a teen.

He’d
grown to love it as an adult, it reminded him of happy days as
Qui-Gon’s padawan, learning to dance at his master’s side for
socialites functions, laughing with his master when he tripped over
his own feet.

“May
I have this dance my liege?” A teasing voice suddenly murmured,
Obi-Wan jumping a bit in shock as he found Rex suddenly beside him in
a half bow, hand extended with a small smile on his lips.

Lips
twitching in return, Obi-Wan glanced around the bridge at the amused
glances thrown their way before accepting Rex hand with a small
chuckle. “Why, my dashing knight, I accept.” He grinned wryly,
smile growing into a wide, genuine one when Rex pulled him into a
Galactic Basic waltz of all thing.

Maybe
he shouldn’t be shocked as Rex hand pulled him close while his
other came down on Obi-Wan’s waist, guiding him along carefully.
Rex had always been a clever trooper, who could be creative and pick
up knowledge.

Absently,
as he rested his hand on Rex shoulder, Obi-Wan noted Waxer pulling
Boil to dance too but his focus was on the captain in front of him.
“Been a while since I danced.” Obi-Wan confessed, struggling not
to step on the others toes.

Where
had all those Jedi grace and manners gone?

Chuckling,
Rex spun them lightly around. “Well, been a while since we had the
freedom to dance or the music for it. No one said we couldn’t
indulge a bit when we had the chance.” Rex noted softly, smiling at
Obi-Wan.

‘He
smells of mint and oranges…’ Obi-Wan noted, his chest feeling
warm and content.

()()()()

Yellow,
toxic eyes snapped open to glare at the wall, the curtains of the
room shredding under the immense power as the carpets ripped and
furniture warped.

“Who
are you smiling for Obi-Wan?” Vader growled, dragging his nails
over the meditation mat before he snapped to his feet, leaving behind
a ruined room after his attempted scrying for his
Jedi,

Obi-Wan
was happy, dancing in someones arms, smiling at someone… and it
burned
Vader to know.

He’d
have the other back.

He
was going to have Obi-Wan back or the galaxy would burn.

Eep! I love vaderkinsgift! Does Vader hurt Maul? Does anyone else hear about the incident? Does Obi lose any of the respect or standing that he gained by humiliating Maul now that he was unable to fend him off? Also, does Vader cuddle him after the assault?

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Glancing
back at Obi-Wan, dismissing Maul temporarily, Anakin pressed his lips
together as he saw the state of the other, tear and snot soaked face
and shirtless, the purple sheer tunic he had gifted Obi-Wan with
earlier that very week laying ripped on the ground.

Swirling
his black robe off, Anakin slid it around Obi-Wan’s shoulders as
his pet Jedi continued to hold his throat, trembling faintly.

But
he didn’t flinch from Darth Vader as the man covered him up and
paused long enough to stroke his hand over the others red hair as
Obi-Wan pulled the robe more tightly around himself.

Unacceptable.
“I believe I made it clear that this Jedi was only mine.” Anakin
stated quietly, hand lingering on Obi-Wan’s hair before
straightening and turning around, a sneer on his lips

Maul,
having managed to push himself around on his metal legs so he was at
least kneeling, sneered back at Vader. “If the little slut can’t
defend himse-” He didn’t get to finish his words, Anakin slamming
him back into the wall and pulling him up, the zabrak snarling and
kicking his legs uselessly before he finally grasped the Force and
returned the favor.

Anakin
was pulled off his feet at a wave of Maul’s left hand, growling as
he hit the wall rather hard, though he managed to get his hands
between himself and the wall to take off some of the pressure.

Maul,
however, erred on the side of caution this time and when Anakin
turned around, he caught the glimpse of the others boot slipping
around the corner as Maul made his escape.

Snorting
in disgust, Anakin shook his head even as he inwardly snarled and
raged and promised revenge on the damn zabrak for touching what was
his.

No
matter, Anakin had time for revenge later.

Instead
he turned and knelt down in front of Obi-Wan, cupping his chin and
raising the others head to get a good look at his neck.

It
was bright red and was sure to bruise.

“He
got you good, huh.” Anakin noted quietly before reaching in,
pausing when Obi-Wan flinched, staring at him with wide, terrified
green eyes.

He
didn’t like it.

That
was a surprise but Anakin didn’t like the fear in those eyes, he
liked Obi-Wan’s fire and resistance, the way he hid smirks in
Anakin’s leggings when he took pot shots at the Sith with his words
and did his little dance of defiance.

It
amused him and… and Anakin was fond of it.

Slowly,
he reached in, keeping his eyes on Obi-Wan’s as he placed his
fingertips to the bruised skin.

A
spark went off, surprise in Obi-Wan’s eyes and then the green eyes
closed with relief as Anakin slowly healed the abused throat and
skin.

“We’ll
get you some nice tea once in my quarters,” Anakin murmured
quietly, keeping his fingertips to the skin as the healing
continued. Obi-Wan opened his eyes in response to the words, blinking
tiredly at Anakin. “How does your throat feel?” He prodded the
Jedi carefully with as he removed his fingers, though keeping his
grasp on the clefted chin.

Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan cleared his throat then winced a bit. “Sore…
but better than a moment ago.” He whispered out, his voice rough.

Nodding,
Anakin frowned as he raised his free hand and slowly wiped at the
others wet face with his sleeve, taking care to be gentle with his
now skittish Jedi. He hadn’t seen Obi-Wan like this since Sidious
had gifted the Jedi to him and even then Obi-Wan eyes had been as
full of defiance as it had been with fear.

Now
he was just scared, even if some of it had faded in response to
Anakin’s actions and it was all Maul’s fault that Anakin’s pet
was now as skittish as a beaten dog.

‘I’m
going to kill him.’ Anakin thought sourly as he thought of Maul.

Finally
Anakin let go of and stood, holding his hand down to the other and
pulling Obi-Wan up, tucking the other under his arm as Obi-Wan held
the robe tight around himself, the hem of the dark folds dragging on
the marble floor as Obi-Wan was nowhere as tall as Vader. “Well, a
cup of tea and a long soak in the tub does sound like a perfect
evening.” He drawled, trying to pull some of the former arrogance
into his voice even as he awkwardly felt a bit like a protective bear
over a cub.

The
awkwardness felt weirdly acceptable when Obi-Wan tucked himself
closer into Anakin, following with one hand reaching out from under
the robe to hold onto Anakin’s silken tunic. “Yes Lord Vader…”
The Jedi whispered, voice hoarse and subdued.

Anakin
just tightened his grasp on his
Jedi.

I don’t prompt often (anxiety is fun, heh) but I really want to know what happens in SleepReaction (I hope that’s the name?) Does Vader/Anakin actually go through with poisoning Obi-Wan? Personally, I kinda want Obi-Wan to /almost/ die so Anakin realizes that was a really bad idea. (Please don’t actually kill Obi I don’t want to be sad, lol)

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Whimpering
faintly as an arm slid under his upper back, Obi-Wan weakly grasped a
hold of Anakin’s tunic lapels. “Easy,
easy.” The
yellow eyed man murmured as
Obi-Wan let out a soft little moan as Anakin slowly propped him up
against his own body, the blond carefully setting the rim of a cup of
water to his lips so Obi-Wan could slowly drink. It felt like
ambrosia going down his throat, chilled enough to be blissful but not
hurt as it traveled down his pipe and soothed his stomach.

And
then it promptly came up, Obi-Wan vomiting bile and water on himself,
the bed and Anakin, groaning in mortification, pain and confusion.
“I-I’m so-”

“Shhhh,”
Anakin set the glass aside, his brows creased in worry as he petted
Obi-Wan’s hair gently. “It’s alright, it’s just a bit of
vomit, it can be cleaned Obi-Wan.” He murmured softly before
pulling the blanket off the Jedi.

Shivering
at the coolness, Obi-Wan whimpered at the air before yelping when
Anakin lifted him, one arm below his back and one below his thighs.

“I’ll
get one of the servants to change the bedding, but you need to get
cleaned up and put to bed.” Anakin murmured, carrying him towards
the fresher with the large sunken down tub.

Looking
down at himself, Obi-Wan swallowed thickly and then nodded.

He
needed to be cleaned up, smelling of sourness and covered in bile as
he was.

And
so was Anakin.

The
yellow eyed man carefully set Obi-Wan down on the closed toilet,
carefully undoing the others white silk PJ
top
and throwing it towards the hamper. “There we go, I’m just gonna
undress and join you too Obi-Wan. Lets not waste the water for
a second bath… not that you could bath alone master.”
Anakin murmured, a
concerned smile on his face.

“Okay…”
Obi-Wan swallowed before sniffling a bit. “But can I rinse my mouth
before we get in the water Anakin? I… I might vomit again if we
don’t.” He whispered out,
feeling pathetic.

He
didn’t even know what was wrong
with him.

One
day, Obi-Wan had woken up, feeling vaguely nauseous but he had
ignored it and continued his days as best he could, trying his best
to ignore Anakin while keeping in shape.

But
slowly and steadily, his health declined until he could barely walk,
vomiting almost at the sight of food most days, diarrhea, muscle
aches, auras in his visions, dizzy fits and cold and heat fits.

Anakin
had been good to him, despite everything else he had done under the
title Darth Vader, he had immediately started to care for Obi-Wan,
his face creased in worry, yellow eyes wide as he personally carried
Obi-Wan around, fed him, bathed him and held him through muscle
spasms.

“Of
course Obi-Wan.” Anakin smiled gently at him, removing his own
tunic before standing and fetching a glass, dropping some mint into
the water to let Obi-Wan rinse his mouth out.

()()()()

Honestly,
Anakin wasn’t sure on how badly the plant toxic effected Obi-Wan.

He
had been prepared for the nausea and the muscle pain but this…

Glancing
worriedly at the other, Anakin slapped on a smile and gave Obi-Wan
the mint water, letting him rinse as Anakin moved to turn the tap on
and add some nice, relaxing sapir oil to the water.

‘It’s
for the best,’ Anakin assured himself. ‘If he was well, he’d
fight and struggle and deny me. Like this he lets me take care of
him, lets me hold him and do what’s best for him. I
just need to keep the dosage low and gradual…’ Anakin glanced
back at Obi-Wan, watching how his hand shook as he settled the mint
glass on the sink, his entire body trembling as he sweated bullets.
‘…It’s for the best.’

Vaderkin’s gift- what is going through Vader’s head while everyone is trying to obtain Obi?

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Teasing
the growing hair of his Jedi pet, Anakin smirked into his pad as he
felt the envious looks shot at him from around the Archive from other
Sith’s doing their own research or studies.

To
be fair, this was why Darth Vader was in the Archives in the first
place, to show off his pet and his control of him as he sat in one of
the comfortable red couches stationed all over with Obi-Wan sleeping
with his head in the Sith’s lap.

Using
his thumb to scroll slowly, he kept one hand on Obi-Wan, feeling the
soft stir of the others breath as he was facing into Anakin’s
stomach, his skin exposed in small glimpses as he wore the layered
pants and the sleeveless shirt to show off his tattoo that had been
brought in for him.

‘And
they can’t do a thing about him, wanting him and yet being unable
to touch him,’ Anakin thought smugly to himself as he found the
braid and twirled it around his fingers, glancing down at Obi-Wan. He
was rather pretty looking today in his rest, all content and almost
disgustingly innocent looking. ‘I want to dirty him up, make him
flush up and debauch him. Moan like a hedonist with lewd pleas for
more.’ He thought, grunting a bit when he felt himself rise to the
thought and images his mind provided.

Force
fuck, he needed the other’s skin and he needed it soon, he wanted
to bite the other all over, make him scream loudly, make him beg for
more.

For
Anakin to never stop touching
him.

‘From
a Jedi to a whore.’ Anakin licked his lips before looking up and
smirking when he meet Maul’s angry eyes, the zabrak snarling
silently at him even as Anakin just sniggered.

The
man could do nothing against Obi-Wan or Anakin. ‘He doesn’t even
have a karking dick to fuck with and yet he wants my pet, how
frustrating that must be considering the rumors the concubines on the
eight temple level used to tell about him.’ He thought in dark
amusement.

He
ignored the twinge in his own cock and the sympathy for losing it
even as he mentally reminded himself to not lose his own cause
kaaaark he wanted to fuck Obi-Wan so badly.

All
that milk white skin covered with freckles that he had yet to taste,
the voice he had yet to turn into a rasping tone from exhaustion.

‘I
wonder if he’s ever done it before,’ Anakin paused at that
thought, dropping his eyes from his fellow Sith to Obi-Wan again. ‘Is
he a virgin? He doesn’t seem very experienced.’ Something
very smug and predatory lit up in his chest, making him pull on the
braid wrapped between his fingers.

Obi-Wan
let out a low noise, eye lid fluttering to reveal his green, sleepy
eyes as he shifted to look at Anakin in confusion.

“M-My
lord?” He questioned meekly, his tone full of confusion and sleep
as he tensed up a bit against the couch and the Sith without moving
away, fearful of any punishment.

Relaxing
his grip, Anakin went back to petting the growing hair, rubbing his
fingers through it to stroke the others scalp. “It is nothing, go
back to sleep pet…” Anakin murmured, stroking his fingers slowly
down the nape in a covetous touch until his fingers touched the
collar.

Obi-Wan
watched him, eyes full of hesitation before he closed his eyes and
settled again.

Yet
Anakin didn’t miss the slightly tense line of his spine or the fact
that Obi-Wan’s breath’s were no longer as deep.

Smirking
faintly, Anakin just mentally shrugged that off.

Obi-Wan
would come to learn to trust him, learn to want him eventually.

It
was just a question of time before Anakin had him submitting
willingly to anything the Sith desired.

After
all, a Sith never denied themselves and Anakin was nothing if not a
hedonist when he had time.

#sleepreaction- Obi reacts to Vaderkin while he is sick but he stops reacting again after he starts to get well.

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Smiling
lightly into the others hair, Anakin gently nuzzled at the red
strands of hair that tickled his cheeks as Obi-Wan remained curled up
against him.

The
fever had made Obi-Wan rather cuddly and very dependent on Anakin,
needing him to fetch drinks, soups and help him move to the fresher
when it was needed and normally the Jedi turned Sith would have hated
being a nursemaid.

But
it was Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan croaking at him, speaking at him, seeking
comfort.

It
was all he had wanted for so long and he didn’t need to hurt
Obi-Wan as he blinked fever bright eyes at him and clung to Anakin’s
arm while stumbling between the fresher and couch or to the bed.

He
would never admit it but this was the best week he had since the
Empire rose.

Obi-Wan
let out a low noise as he rested his cheek on the top of his head,
the redhead blinking sleepily at the tv before turning into Anakin
and yawning. “Tired…” He mumbled into the dark cloth, groaning
a bit from body aches as the Sith stood with his Jedi gathered in his
arms, blankets
and all.

“That’s
the cue for bed than Obi-Wan.” Anakin teased gently, moving slowly
towards the bedroom while mentally checking off the list that he had
done all the things necessary.

Medication
taken, check.

A
warm bath with medical herbal salt taken earlier to aid with the body
aches, chills and the try to help decongestant, check.  

Soup
and a little bit of toast as the last meal of the night, check.

Tea
and water for fluids, check.

Teeth
brushed, check.

Well,
that meant it was just bed time left and Anakin opted to take the
other to his bed outright this time, being Obi-Wan’s big spoon to
look out for him and listen to his improved breathing.

However…

It
was not meant to last.

Obi-Wan
became better and instantly he scrambled away from Anakin once more,
becoming mute once more despite being a bit tired from his illness,
once more unresponsive to the Sith.

Anakin
had struck him then, sending Obi-Wan sprawling to the floor only to
crouch down in horror and help Obi-Wan up, wincing at the sight of
the red and already swelling cheek that would become a nasty bruise.

“Obi-Wan,
don’t do this to us.” Anakin hissed in worry, dragging the other
to the kitchen where he placed an ice pack to the others cheek.

Obi-Wan
didn’t answer, his eyes kept shut and his shoulders trembling
slightly, his night shirt open at the chest to show a collection of
red chest hairs.

Cursing
internally,
Anakin continued pressing the cold pack to the others cheek to
try and head off the worst of the swelling and maybe limit the bruise
a bit.

‘So
this is it huh, we go back to being jailer and prisoner despite
everything?’ Anakin thought darkly. ‘You’ll only respond to me
when you’re sic-” Blinking, mentally pausing at the thought as
his bitterness seemed to just evaporate,
Anakin stared at the other thoughtfully.
‘You’ll only respond to me when you’re sick, fevered, needy and
weak…’

Obi-Wan
finally pulled away from him, heading on trembling feet towards the
fresher.

Anakin
let him go, watching with burning yellow eyes as plans semi-formed
and crashed in his mind as the concept of what he had just realized
spread like oil on an oceans surface.

“…If
that’s how you want it Obi-Wan… I guess I don’t have many other
choices.” He murmured to himself as he set the cold pack down on
the counter and went to do research.

After
all, a human body deprived of the Force couldn’t really fight
something ingested.

It
was just about finding what.