Vaderwan

#Vaderkinsgift… I love it so much. Do the other Sith know Obi-Wan was sexual with Vader? Can they tell by looking at him? Would they mock him? Would Vader verbally defend Obi-Wan? If this is too detailed an ask, I’m sorry. I’ll take pretty much anything in this AU if you want to write something else.

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Settling
uncertainly down at Vader’s feet, resting
his rear on his heels,
Obi-Wan gave a short glance around the mess hall before just closing
his eyes and settling his head against the man’s thigh. For some
reason the other wasn’t taking his meal in his own rooms today and
Obi-Wan was expected to behave
today.

Not
that he had been thinking about rebelling in a while.

At
least not in the way that Vader meant.

He
was going to behave in front of others and look like an obedient
little Jedi to everyone and in private…

Well,
he wasn’t what he used to be, he didn’t fight half as much but he
wasn’t something meek that Vader could walk all over even if the
other had figured out how to make him squeak with pleasure.

Watching
his ‘master’ curiously, Obi-Wan watched as he removed his left
glove, dropping it on the table they had chosen as the blond glanced
watchfully around the room to take in who was watching them as he
dropped his hand into Obi-Wan’s hair.

He
wouldn’t deny that gentle touch of Vader’s ungloved hand stroking
through his grown out hair was rather pleasant though, the slow
rubbing of his scalp and the teasing of his hair as Vader waited on
his food from the lower level acolyte.

A
surprisingly soft if angry voice suddenly spoke up, invading
Obi-Wan’s senses as he was actually enjoying that head petting. “I
see you finally fucked your little pet.” Someone sneered and
Obi-Wan opened his eyes curiously to glare up at the redskinned
zabrak in front of them.

Vader,
paused in his petting, glaring up with Obi-Wan at the man. “What I
do with my
property is quite up with me Maul.” He sneered at him.

Obi-Wan
twitched a bit at being refereed to as property but in the end, that
was what he was.

The
man, Maul, growled back. “That’s Darth to you, Vader.” He
snapped.

“Considering
even my pet could beat you, your title is not worth osik.” Vader
sniggered, a scatter of mocking laughter erupting around the room.

‘Huh,
I had no idea a zabrak could blush, or is that a blush?’ Obi-Wan
mused, remaining still against the others leg. ‘Oh
no, it’s just blood rushing to his head because of anger.’
Obi-Wan raised his head a bit from the leg.

“You
petty little whore, I’m going t-” What Maul was going to do,
Obi-Wan had no idea, but he was hungry, they were all consumed in
their little petty fight and Vader did
say that even his ‘pet’ could beat Maul.

And
with that said, Obi-Wan grasped the Force and flung Maul right into
the black marble floor with a lazy wave before settling his head on
Vader’s leg again, looking hopefully up at him as the Sith
collapsed in a heap of limbs.

A
breathless silence filled the room before Vader laughed loudly,
throwing his head back to cackle when Maul simply remained laying in
a pile as another yellow and burly zabrak raced over to him

And
then Vader was leaning forward and dropping his hands to Obi-Wan’s
face, cupping it with a wicked smile on his face that made his yellow
eyes glitter in wicked amusement and stunned awe. “I was not
expecting that, but well done Obi-Wan. My clever little Jedi.” He
crooned before pressing several rewarding kisses all over Obi-Wan’s
face before taking Obi-Wan’s lips in a harsh, demanding kiss,
nipping at his lips and sucking on them until they swelled up and
then sitting back to laugh more, his ungloved hand buried once more
in Obi-Wan’s hair as Obi-Wan’s kiss bruised lips now tingled.

()()()

Oh
this was just brilliant.

Anakin
couldn’t stop cackling as Savage picked up his brother and carried
the karking looser away like the weakling he was.

When
he had said that even Obi-Wan could beat him, that hadn’t been
permission really for the other to do just that but he had apparently
taken that as a hint to get Maul out of the way by sending the
cybernetic enhanced, no cocked zabrak crashing into the wall with a
wave of the Force, one that had looked so beautifully elegant and
backed with so much power.

He
was suddenly very glad for trusting Obi-Wan without the suppressor in
his system because this was just golden, to see Maul go crashing into
the wall with his metal legs.

Oh,
that had
to hurt, that weight.

Glancing
down at his Jedi, Anakin couldn’t help but grin widely as he
thought of appropriate rewards for his little Jedi. “Such a
wonderfully, clever little Jedi,” He crooned, grinning delightedly
when Obi-Wan shivered slightly as Anakin scratched at his scalp. “My
beautiful
Jedi.”

Vaderkinsgift, does Vaderkin eventually get a taste of what he wants? That shows he’s on the right track.

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It’s
wrong.

Obi-Wan
knows it’s wrong and yet he can’t help but cling to the other man
as Vader continued to run his lips along his jaw and neck, leaving
hickies in his wake. He can even feel a smile against his skin when
Obi-Wan lets out a small moan in response to a nip.

Vader’s
hair is thick and curling in his fingers as Obi-Wan grips through it,
his fingertips pressing into the scalp as his hips hitches forward
with a low gasp only to whine a bit when Vader suddenly kicks one of
his feet away, the feel of boot against slipper rather uncomfortable.

But
a thigh is shoved between and that takes the edge off, because Vader
is giving him something to rut
against.

Obi-Wan
should resist, but he can’t, desperate and wanting as he grinds
against the thigh covered in black leggings, his own sheer silk
balloon pants feeling sinfully delicious against his own skin.

“That’s
it, good boy.” Vader cooed into his ear, nipping at his lobe as his
hands found Obi-Wan’s rear, cupping it to guide Obi-Wan along his
thigh.

He
couldn’t focus on anything after that though, the combination of
words and the grip on his rear causing him to buck hard with a cry.

Vader
paused a bit, puzzled before he suddenly let out a small laugh and
hitched Obi-Wan up the wall via the grasp on his ass, prompting him
to wrap his legs around Vader’s waist. “Well that’s unexpected
but what else could I expect from my good
boy.” Vader crooned into his ear.

“Oh!”
Obi-Wan threw his head back into the wall with a thud, grinding hard
into the others stomach with a sharp whine of pleasure and pain.

But
then the Sith’s hand was there suddenly, cupping the back of his
head with a croon as fingers probed his scalp, all activity pausing
for a moment. “Well, gotta be more careful about that I see,”
Vader mused, Obi-Wan panting sharply as
he colored in equal humiliation as arousal now, his cheeks ruddy.
But
then Vader was
chuckling and biting down on Obi-Wan’s neck where his collar didn’t
cover. “But
how can I resist praising such a wonderful Jedi hmm? Such a wonderful
little pet.” Vader crooned against the moist skin, the tip of his
tongue trailing along Obi-Wan’s erratic pulse point.

Quivering,
rutting hard into the man’s stomach, Obi-Wan sunk his hands to the
others shoulders, gripping the man’s shoulders while digging his
nails into fabric and flesh.

‘Just
a little more, a little more and I’ll… oh please just a little
more.’ Obi-Wan thought, still not ready to beg the Sith despite how
low he had already sunk.

And
then he felt it, the sensation of something probing at his entrance
while simultaneously gently squeezing his cock, Vader utilizing the
Force in an utterly frivolous way Obi-Wan had certainly never
considered as a possibility.

As
his orgasm ripped through him, Obi-Wan faintly managed to hold onto
the thought of how weak he had become for this Sith as the blond held
the shivering former Jedi to him as he soaked in Obi-Wan’s pleasure
through the Force.

‘I
can never go back to the Order…’ Obi-Wan thought, eyes clenching
shut to fight his tears, both hating and adoring Vader at the same
time.

His
head fell to Vader’s shoulder, panting sharply as he let go of the
shoulders to rest his arms down the Sith’s back, mumbling faintly
as he felt Vader hitch his hips a few more times before he reached
his own orgasm.

A
kiss was pressed to his sweaty temple after a moment, Vader panting
slightly. “Wonderful, my wonderful little Jedi. You did so well.
You’re such a good little pet. You deserve rewards and nice things
don’t you.” He murmured huskily, arousal and satisfaction trapped
in his voice.

His
body trembling in aftershock from the words, Obi-Wan only whimpered
quietly and twitched before hesitantly lapping at Vader’s neck,
salt sweat and skin coating his tongue before he kissed, Vader easing
the action by tilting his head to the side, still whispering praise
into Obi-Wan’s ear that
had the Jedi shivering faintly in confusing pleasure.

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yaynan:

Obi-Wan was surprised when the guards left him alone. Maintaining a blandly pleasant expression, even after they left, he looked around the large, empty room. He couldn’t ascertain whether or not there were cameras monitoring him. The Force inhibitors encircling his wrists muffled the world around him and Obi-Wan quietly despaired over whether he would ever get feel its comfort again.

But Anakin had found Obi-Wan and with a voice thick with equal parts rage and satisfaction, told him that he’d collected his son. At that, Obi-Wan surrendered his saber and allowed the Force inhibitors to be shackled on his wrists, unwilling to abandon Luke to his poisonous father.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment. His encounter with Anakin had been brief but devastating. He hadn’t expected Anakin to be whole and hearty; his face free of scars, his hair as thick as it had ever been. It was as if Mustafar had only been a bad dream. Obi-Wan didn’t know what dark Forces went into recreating Anakin’s body. He couldn’t imagine that kind of twisted power.

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yaynan:

Obi-Wan was surprised when the guards left him alone. Maintaining a blandly pleasant expression, even after they left, he looked around the large, empty room. He couldn’t ascertain whether or not there were cameras monitoring him. The Force inhibitors encircling his wrists muffled the world around him and Obi-Wan quietly despaired over whether he would ever get feel its comfort again.

But Anakin had found Obi-Wan and with a voice thick with equal parts rage and satisfaction, told him that he’d collected his son. At that, Obi-Wan surrendered his saber and allowed the Force inhibitors to be shackled on his wrists, unwilling to abandon Luke to his poisonous father.

Obi-Wan closed his eyes for a moment. His encounter with Anakin had been brief but devastating. He hadn’t expected Anakin to be whole and hearty; his face free of scars, his hair as thick as it had ever been. It was as if Mustafar had only been a bad dream. Obi-Wan didn’t know what dark Forces went into recreating Anakin’s body. He couldn’t imagine that kind of twisted power.

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