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Anakin reached out and pushed Obi-Wan’s hair off his forehead. It wasn’t often that he got the chance to see Obi-Wan like this. Soft, unguarded. HIs perpetual frown gone, replaced with the openness of sleep that made Anakin’s chest hurt, just a little.
He should have expected Obi-Wan’s quiet rebellion. While he occasionally offered up a retort – Obi-Wan wouldn’t be Obi-Wan if he completely refrained from sarcasm – he often refused Anakin’s bait and the banter that had previously dominated their relationship was gone.
Anakin had known the transition from proud Jedi to cosseted war prisoner would be difficult for Obi-Wan. In the beginning, Anakin had been glad for it. He’d wanted Obi-Wan to suffer, if not pain than humiliation. But as time passed, as they began to spend time together, as he watched Obi-Wan dote on his children, Anakin’s hatred began to evolve back into the adoration he’d once felt for his former master.
Palpatine was beginning to notice. He began needling Anakin in the most obnoxious ways. The rebellion, a constant source of conflict, was growing stronger and Palpatine blamed Anakin’s perceived weakness for it. That day, after the bombing of an important trade route, Palpatine had suggested a public execution to strike despair in the heart of the rebellion.
That was what had sent Anakin to these rooms; to his small family; to his solace. Rage slithered low in his stomach and he carefully pet Obi-Wan’s hair. While Obi-Wan’s death was unacceptable, an execution might still be on the table. Palpatine was beginning to wear out his welcome and more importantly, his usefulness.
“That he would dare deny me this,” Anakin muttered, leaning down and brushing a kiss against Obi-Wan’s forehead, reaching down to carefully run his fingers first through Luke’s hair, and then Leia’s. “That he would dare suggest I give this up.”
Anakin reached out and pushed Obi-Wan’s hair off his forehead. It wasn’t often that he got the chance to see Obi-Wan like this. Soft, unguarded. HIs perpetual frown gone, replaced with the openness of sleep that made Anakin’s chest hurt, just a little.
He should have expected Obi-Wan’s quiet rebellion. While he occasionally offered up a retort – Obi-Wan wouldn’t be Obi-Wan if he completely refrained from sarcasm – he often refused Anakin’s bait and the banter that had previously dominated their relationship was gone.
Anakin had known the transition from proud Jedi to cosseted war prisoner would be difficult for Obi-Wan. In the beginning, Anakin had been glad for it. He’d wanted Obi-Wan to suffer, if not pain than humiliation. But as time passed, as they began to spend time together, as he watched Obi-Wan dote on his children, Anakin’s hatred began to evolve back into the adoration he’d once felt for his former master.
Palpatine was beginning to notice. He began needling Anakin in the most obnoxious ways. The rebellion, a constant source of conflict, was growing stronger and Palpatine blamed Anakin’s perceived weakness for it. That day, after the bombing of an important trade route, Palpatine had suggested a public execution to strike despair in the heart of the rebellion.
That was what had sent Anakin to these rooms; to his small family; to his solace. Rage slithered low in his stomach and he carefully pet Obi-Wan’s hair. While Obi-Wan’s death was unacceptable, an execution might still be on the table. Palpatine was beginning to wear out his welcome and more importantly, his usefulness.
“That he would dare deny me this,” Anakin muttered, leaning down and brushing a kiss against Obi-Wan’s forehead, reaching down to carefully run his fingers first through Luke’s hair, and then Leia’s. “That he would dare suggest I give this up.”
“Am I allowed to defend myself?” Obi-Wan asked in a small voice, “or will you hurt me?” -Vaderkin’s Gift
Checking
their bags for the third time, Anakin frowned at the contents before
mentally sighing. It was his own fault that Obi-Wan did not have
proper travel clothes, this could only be blamed on himself and they
would have to find some proper garments while on the move.
‘Least
he fits into my leggings even if they have to be rolled up at the hem
and
are a tiny bit snug on the hips.
But he needs a
proper
outfit,
at
least two proper tunic’s and two undershirts to ensure he will
remain warm. Not
to mention his own leggings that are actually fit for travel if I
intend to keep bringing him on my missions’
Anakin mused at the contents.
At
least Obi-Wan had a robe, that was easy enough to get out of the
quartermaster storage
for a human Obi-Wan’s size, so a nice, fitting black robe to cover
him up until they could get the rest, keeping the other warm and
ensuring some coverage.
Glancing
to the Jedi in question, Anakin paused, his hands in the bag as he
took in Obi-Wan quietly tugging on his sheer
shirt hem while sitting on the edge of their now shared bed.
Straightening
slowly, Anakin left
the bag be and instead sat down beside Obi-Wan, looking at the Jedi.
He looked worried, a bit sad but also frightened as he glanced at
Anakin too. “…What’s wrong Obi-Wan?” Anakin reached in,
grasping the others hand, rubbing his thumbs over the others knuckles
slowly, awkwardly.
He
honestly wasn’t used to giving comfort to someone else, Sith life
wasn’t about giving others comfort.
But
he was learning.
Learning
for Obi-Wan’s sake.
Opening
his mouth, Obi-Wan glanced at him before pausing, closing his mouth.
He swallowed heavily before finally speaking. “Am
I allowed to defend myself?” Obi-Wan asked in a small voice, “or
will you hurt me?” He
tacked on.
Blinking
at that, Anakin stared at him before breathing out, shaking his head.
Then
he stood, letting go of Obi-Wan’s hand, moving over to his dresser.
Opening
up his underwear drawer, Anakin pushed the boxers aside to reveal a
small hole in the wooden dresser. Reaching into his belt pouch, he
pulled out a small, wooden key that he placed into the hole, opening
up the false bottom.
Under
his underwear, hidden behind enforced tree where no one would sense
them, were Anakin’s greatest treasures from
his past, unseen by anyone else in the temple.
His
mother’s yellowing
handkerchief, made of rough bantha wool, the leather and japor
bracelet
she had gifted him with for his fourth birthday, her necklace in the
same japor and braided leather string, the
bright blue polished stone Kitster had given him and the slightly
whiter handkerchief with Anakin’s name stitched onto by Wald.
Gifts
from his past, the
momentum hidden from the rest of the Sith, kept from view because he
knew his master wanted Anakin to keep nothing of the past that could
be positive.
But
one more item rested among the relics of the past.
One
from the present.
Reaching
in, Anakin pulled out the slim silver and black hilt, carefully
pulling the lid back over his little treasures that reminded him of
his mother and friends to hide them from other Sith and particularly
his master.
Then
he turned to Obi-Wan, meeting the wide eyed Jedi.
Of
course Obi-Wan had recognized the saber the moment the lid was off
the enforced tree work. It
was his after all.
Moving
over, Anakin sat back down beside Obi-Wan and took his hand, gently
pressing the saber into it. “Sidious gifted me with this when he
gifted you to me, most likely as a trophy to taunt you with in
the future when you were in my control,
I however believe,”
He paused, unsure what to say before sighing. “…I
expect you to defend yourself against those who would harm you… and
to return to me.” Anakin
murmured quietly, on
guard as he watched Obi-Wan closely.
He
was aware the risk he was taking.
With
this, Obi-Wan could potentially kill him and escape.
Revenge
wasn’t the style of a Jedi, so he didn’t fear really being killed
all that much, more
maimed really.
But escape…
Obi-Wan
could with this.
Anakin
had just handed him the tool to his own escape if he should desire
it.
It
was a mighty risk but when Obi-Wan let out a soft sob and then threw
his arms around Anakin, the saber held tightly in his hand still,
Anakin knew he had done the right thing as Obi-Wan repeated his
mantra of thank you into Anakin’s dark robe, clinging to the Sith.
Pressing
his nose to the now long red hair, Anakin breathed out. “Just keep
on returning to me, that’s all I ask for in return.” He
whispered.
In vaderkinsgift, Vader was making some progress with Obi, sexually speaking. Has Obi been frightened away from it again? Is Vader understanding about it?
Slowly
running the wet
sponge over the still Jedi’s shoulder, Anakin eyed
him closely and thoughtfully, on guard for any sign of fear or
even just minor distress even
as the bath was full of medicated oils and essences to aid him from
the hornhead’s attack, easing sore muscles and healing bruises.
Obi-Wan’s
discomfort was of course there, he had just been attacked and
assaulted
only an hour before and
was now settled into a hot water tub with another naked man but
he wasn’t flinching away as Vader slowly ran the sponge along the
others skin. But at the same time, Anakin wasn’t going to any
intimate zones as Obi-Wan sat between his legs.
But
Obi-Wan hadn’t taken any potshots at Vader, hadn’t bristled or
rolled his eyes.
It
wasn’t his fiery Jedi, but a meek and scared thing.
Dropping
the sponge into the water, Anakin slid his arms around the other and
pulled him carefully back into his chest, hooking his chin onto
Obi-Wan’s shoulder as he carefully wrapped the long braid around
his fist. “…Where are you from Obi-Wan?” He murmured quietly,
feeling the tense muscles of Obi-Wan’s body.
It
was curious, he had never thought about asking that before even
though the knowledge of where Obi-Wan came from might be important.
Shifting
a bit, slowly settling his head back against the others shoulder,
Obi-Wan rubbed at his throat carefully. “…Stewjon, a small harbor
town actually. I grew up on the edge of an ocean before my Jedi
master found me, Lord Vader.” Obi-Wan murmured quietly.
Could
Anakin ask about that?
What
if Sidious had murdered the Jedi master?
Spreading
salt in wounds right after this attack… that wasn’t what Anakin
was trying to do as he nuzzled gently at Obi-Wan’s ear while
searching for the next question. “Do you miss it? Stewjon is under
Empire rule…” He questioned, trailing off when Obi-Wan turned his
head enough to look at Anakin in confusion.
Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan finally just shrugged in bemusement. “I was five
when the Jedi found me. I haven’t been back since, I’ve lived a
mostly nomadic lifestyle and I didn’t have a family since I was an
orphan, so not… not really?” Obi-Wan finally confessed, easing
back into Anakin even more.
Settling
even more as
Anakin eased his grip on the braid to only hold it loosely.
Humming,
stroking Obi-Wan’s hair out of his face, Anakin gave a small nod,
pressing his chin into Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Kinda get that. I’m
from Tatooine myself. Hutt empire,” He grimaced in disgust only to
smile a bit when he saw Obi-Wan wrinkle his nose. “Yeah, you get
it,” He
snorted before hesitating a bit before sighing deeply. “I was a
slave back then.” Anakin confessed, feeling Obi-Wan jerk in his
grip, water sloshing around and almost running over the edge of the
tub with the violent move, this time turning his head fast enough for
their noses to bump together in a slightly painful manner.
The
sponge floated harmlessly around in the moving water.
Pulling
his head a bit, Anakin and Obi-Wan stared at each other, the Sith
quiet and observing and the Jedi wide eyed.
“…You…”
Obi-Wan seemed speechless, but considering it all, Anakin was going
to let that go.
Instead
he just nodded and carefully pulled Obi-Wan back into place against
Anakin’s chest, grateful he had eased his grip on the braid,
carefully catching it again. “Former slaves make great Sith, years
of repression, desire for freedom and anger to back it up… while
craving for the things you couldn’t have as a slave. My master
found me there among the sand and the rot and the pain and took me on
as an apprentice, buying me from Gardulla the hutt and haggling
loudly for my humiliation.” Anakin confessed quietly, giving
Obi-Wan information that only Sidious really knew, though the rest of
the Sith were aware that Vader was a former slave.
With
as many former slave Sith’s as there was around, that wasn’t
shocking that he existed.
What
was shocking was how far in the ranks Darth Vader rose, his power
undeniable.
Opening
his mouth and then closing it again, Obi-Wan kept watching him before
settling again, this time grasping Anakin’s free hand, Obi-Wan
played with the
Sith’s fingers, lowering his eyes to it.
Anakin
let him.
“…Am
I safe?” Obi-Wan whispered fearfully, pressing back into the Sith.
No.
Obi-Wan
wasn’t safe, not really.
Not
in this temple even though he was a cosseted prisoner, Sith were
greedy and petty creatures.
But…
Anakin
tightened his arm around the redhead, lacing his fingers with the
others hand. “When you’re with me, yes. I won’t let anyone harm
you again and I’ll kill anyone who tries.” He promised quietly.
A
tremble escaped Obi-Wan before he turned on his knees, water for sure
sloshing over the edge this time and yet neither cared as the Jedi
threw his arms around Anakin’s neck to hide his face in shoulder.
Wrapping
his arms around the other in return, cupping the back of Obi-Wan’s
head as he shook, Anakin let out a quiet noise of comfort. “I
promise,
with me, you are safe. You are mine and I will not let them have
you.” He whispered, infusing his voice with the Force, willing
Obi-Wan to just believe him as his beautiful Jedi pet trembled
against him.
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?
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.
#Vaderkins gift: I would imagine Maul would not be happy about being embarrassed….how about him cornering Obi alone and Ani rescuing him like the dark avenging angel he is. And Obi is GRATEFUL.
He
had been given more freedom, Obi-Wan wasn’t sure what to feel about
that.
After
the incident with Darth Maul, Sidious had been summoned of course as
the zabrak had complained to the Sith lords above all.
To
Obi-Wan’s shock, kneeling at Vader’s side with his head on the
man’s lap, Sidious had just cackled loudly when he was told the
story, amused and maybe impressed with Vader’s ‘control’ of
Obi-Wan.
He
hadn’t punished anyone and anyone who would listen could hear
Sidious gloatingly going about telling people how his apprentice had
a pet Jedi.
Vader
looked smug and powerful in all of it as Obi-Wan stayed close to his
side, feeling yellow eyes lingering on him at all times in public.
But
there was a change.
Before
it had been lusty, hateful looks that mocked.
They
were still hateful of course and still lusty but now they were also
considering, less licking of lips and more thoughtful eyes
that scanned him.
Obi-Wan
wasn’t sure if that was better or not.
And
he was uncertain about the freedom he now enjoyed.
He
was wearing the collar Vader had given him, he was wearing a tracker
of course but Vader had given him less sheer clothes even if they
still revealed a lot and
Obi-Wan was allowed to walk about as he wished instead of staying in
Vader’s vicinity at all times.
If
Vader was busy, Obi-Wan was released to walk the Sith temple, had his
own comm and a map of the temple, of green lit rooms he was allowed
to go to.
He
had even been allowed to go to a large bathing section and after
scouting it out for a few days, Obi-Wan had dared to enter when he
knew there was next to no Sith there that had interest in humans.
He
had been stared at of course, with interest and consideration but he
had been left in peace for bathing, taking a long soak and even a
swim in the large pool much to his own delight before returning to
Vader.
The
man had taken a long hour just to nuzzle and sniff Obi-Wan after the
wash, his eyes intrigued at Obi-Wan’s own pick of washing scents
and maybe also just to check that no one had touched Obi-Wan on his
time out.
It
was… nice.
Nice
to get out.
Well,
not out out
after all but still, the Sith even had gardens, several of them and
large and Obi-Wan had to admit he enjoyed the water garden and he was
actually walking to it through
one of the less traveled hallways he had managed to identify
when suddenly he was slammed hard against the wall, the only warning
being a flash of pure wrath and the pitiful light side in the Sith
temple trying to warn him.
To
late, Obi-Wan hit the wall hard, gasping for air as he wrapped his
hands uselessly around his throat as his eyes bulged out from the
lack of air, Maul walking into the his line of vision as the zabrak
glared at him hatefully.
“Finally,”
Maul sneered, closing the distance with the clicking noise of his
mechanical legs. “I
got you, you little whore.” He sneered, clenching his hand.
Obi-Wan’s
gaze darkened as his vision swam with the lack of air before Maul let
him breath some as he still held him up against the wall.
Kicking
his legs uselessly, Obi-Wan wheezed at Maul, mentally screaming
because he didn’t want this to be it.
He
had only just started to get his freedom back, for all that he was in
emotional turmoil, he had started to work towards something of an
understanding with Vader and no-
He
gave a choked cry, tears of pain and the lack of oxygen starting to
roll down his cheek as Maul sneered up at him before the Sith reached
out and roughly ripped Obi-Wan’s silky purple tunic off, throwing
it to the ground with a flutter.
Unable
to think, Obi-Wan felt horror bloom in his veins as even like this he
understood the others intention, more tears and also snot now
trailing down his face.
He
screamed mentally once more only to choke and struggle when Maul’s
hand reached into his leggings, cupping him harshly.
“Well,
you’re not that impressive here, are you, you little slut,” Maul
sneered before his hand moved, reaching back. “Let’s see if
this is where Vader finds your worth, show
me
how
loose you are who-” Before he could however, Maul went flying into
the wall, crashing into the opposite wall to Obi-Wan as the Jedi hit
the floor on his knees, choking and coughing as he wrapped his hands
protectively around his neck.
Coughing,
Obi-Wan looked up as dark boots stepped into view, blinking up at
Vader’s back as the other stood in front of him like an avenging
angel of death, a snarl more fearsome than any rancor on a rampage on
his face.
Obi-Wan’s
protector had arrived.
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