just a doodle of this situation-
https://polarspaz.tumblr.com/post/186661152086/sosith-obi-wan
Vaderwan
just a doodle of this situation-
https://polarspaz.tumblr.com/post/186661152086/sosith-obi-wan
More blackened souls please?
Sitting
on the roof of his house, Obi-Wan tilted his head while watching the
sun rise, his tail twitching as the warmth reached him.
It
was a beautiful sunrise, the blue and purple hues slowly turning into
orange and yellow that was so bright as he stared at the still not
too bright sun. ‘Though that’s not really a problem is it, not
for me, not now.’ Obi-Wan mused, his demonic powers being able to
make up for it.
He
heard a pop and chuckled softly to himself as someone dropped down
behind him. “My liege, welcome to the roof.” He murmured softly and
laughed when the arms wrapped around him tightly, the tips of the
others claws digging through the fabric.
“You
were gone,” Vader whispered accusingly and Obi-Wan settled his hand
on the others in apology at the hurt tone. “You were gone from the bed when I woke,
you left the bed without me.” He grunted and rubbed his cheek against his weapon brothers shoulder.
“Apologies
Vader, I just…” Obi-Wan let out a deep breath. “I needed air to
think and I wanted to watch the sunrise.” He sighed, feeling the
warmth of the sun reaching his scales, enjoying how wonderful it
felt.
A
furry tail wrapped with his, the tip of Vader’s lion tail tickling
at his blue scales ever so slightly but it just felt good.
It
all felt good, all the sensations and things he had missed as ‘Ben’
was now his to enjoy and Obi-Wan finally knew what had been missing
for so long.
“What
were you thinking about?” Vader finally questioned warily as a
light breeze brought the scent of cut grass to them along with ruffling
their hair.
Obviously
the other was worried Obi-Wan would leave, after having missed him so
long, Vader needed Obi-Wan to come home.
“Well,
for one I decided I’m giving the dojo to Rex and Cody, Alpha’s
nephews. That old demon is going to be happy to hear his human sons
have a steady place and job.” Obi-Wan chuckled faintly while
tilting his head back to rest on Vader’s shoulder.
He
felt the other instantly relax, one hand moving away from Obi-Wan’s
stomach to lightly scratch along the scales. “Oh, I see. Yeah I
guess you would have to do something with it since you’re not going
to keep it.” He mused thoughtfully to himself and Obi-Wan just
chuckled.
It
was so like Vader to just think about the next few days and not the
future but that was one of the things Obi-Wan had always adored about
the man.
How
he could focus on the moment and not grow anxiety fueled about the
future as Obi-Wan often did, even though Qui-Gon had tried to teach
him.
Speaking
of his father…
Obi-Wan
could feel the man keeping a tab on him, the magical link open and
tight, Qui-Gon obviously making sure he was alright at all times without obviously hovering.
He
would allow it, Jocasta had taught him how to dispel such things but
he was going to allow it for now until things had calmed down and
everyone knew that he wasn’t going anywhere. “Vader?” He
murmured quietly, feeling the other shift a bit.
“Hmm?”
Vader lifted his head slightly.
“Could…
would you kiss me?” Obi-Wan finally whispered, the emotions he had
as ‘Ben’ still strong in his chest, they had only been
strengthened with the past memories of Vader meshing with ‘Anakin’
and Obi-Wan would admit it now, he was utterly in love with the other
demon.
Instantly
Vader sat up and pulled him back, dipping him to seal their lips
together in a deep, probing kiss that had Obi-Wan sighing back into
the man’s lips and wrapping his arms around the blond’s neck,
purring into the kiss.
This
was life, this was how Obi-Wan had wanted things to be before Sidious
and Palpatine had taken his chance away.
And
he would never allow it to happen again.
Palpatine
had been dealt with, now they just needed to find Sidious and Obi-Wan
would take pleasure
in disposing of the weakling spawn that had tried to get rid of him.
But for now he would enjoy Vader’s attention and the kisses they
would share.
Vaderkinsgift, does Vader show off to try to make Obi-Wan hot for him? Saber fighting, shirtless, working out, «forgetting» to put clothes on after a shower? Does he compliment Obi-Wan with innuendo? Does he stare in Obi-Wan’s eyes and not let Obi look away? Is he better at flirting than canon Anakin is? I love this AU so much.
Swallowing heavily as he continued working the sponge along the Sith’s back, Obi-Wan desperately wondered what was wrong with him.
He was washing the karking Sith that had him captive, that had him in expensive but sheer clothes and collar and he was fighting against an erection of all things!
It was enough to make Obi-Wan hate himself as he ran the sponge below the water and down before running it up and over the man’s shoulder, trying not to react to the lazy, lidded eyes that watched him when Vader settled back against the tub rim.
Obi-Wan was sure he was going to hate it when the Sith had ordered him to follow to the fresher to the half sunken tub to wash him, was sure he was going to hate it as he disrobed the other but so far he felt like a bitch in heat.
‘What is wrong with me?’ Obi-Wan swallowed, feeling fearful.
This wasn’t the first time he had felt attracted to the karking Sith either, the man had been wandering around half naked a lot and Obi-Wan wasn’t asexual, Vader was sculpted and he couldn’t deny it, couldn’t deny the sensation when warn fingertips ran along his spine or the fingers rubbing his scalp.
He hated himself for it but at the same time he was craving the sensation of those hands because they were actually kind and yet that was a contradictory feeling because this was the same man who held him captive even if he wasn’t the one to take Obi-Wan captive in the start.
And then he let out a low noise as a warm, wet hand cupped his cheek, the thoughts slipping away as he looked to the yellow eyes.
Vader’s eyes flickered over his face before a slow, predatory smirk crossed his face. “If you want to join me you can Obi-Wan. There’s ample space in the tub.” He crooned.
‘Yeah, no kidding, it’s big enough for two besalisks and still leave space for a human.’ Obi-Wan breathed out while clenching the sponge between his hands, kneading it slowly as he tried to answer but couldn’t find one.
Luckily it seemed the Sith wasn’t going to demand one as he gave a slow shrug. “Fine, go get me some diced fruits and cider.” He drawled as if uninterested in Obi-Wan and for some reason that stung.
Yet Obi-Wan dropped the sponge and got to his feet, padding off on slightly wet feet to the kitchen to do as told with a troubled frown furrowing his face.
He missed out on Anakin’s smug expression as he watched the Jedi go.
He didn’t even mind the blast of cool air that came in and caused goosebumps when the redhead left the room.
No, he didn’t mind at all as his plan was coming to fruition and was closer to it’s goal than ever, Obi-Wan clearly becoming more and more enamored with Anakin as the days went by with affectionate behavior that was slightly pushy when Anakin would linger his hands on the Jedi.
It was a fine balance but the fact that the other was starting to crave his master’s touch was showing that the Sith was clearly making headway.
‘Stockholm syndrom is a hell of a drug,’ He mused to himself, ruffling his hand through his wet hair with a smug smirk. Anakin felt a tiny bit bad for Obi-Wan but not enough to stop, he was a Sith and the other was his. ‘And soon he’ll be mine willingly to the point where he crawls into my bed and sucks my co-’
“I have the fruit master, but there wasn’t any Tatooine pallas cider left so I had to take the chilled white wine from Alderaan instead.” Obi-Wan stated as he stepped into the room, giving a surprised Anakin a challenging look.
Fighting to hide the twitching of his lips, Anakin instead gestured for the other to kneel again by the tub. ‘So not fully tamed huh… a bit of fire left…’ Anakin lifted a cubed piece of melon and feed a surprised Obi-Wan it, feeling soft, full lips brush his fingertips. ‘…I’ll let that fire be. I rather like it as long as he keeps it in private.’ The Sith thought to himself as he licked his lips, running his thumb over the bottom lip until Obi-Wan’s mouth opened.
The tip of his thumb felt the heat and wetness, felt teeth but he didn’t push his luck.
Anakin would be patient in this unlike so many other things until Obi-Wan was ready, after all, the prize would be so much sweeter when it was gained willingly.
‘Beside, I’m not Darth Tarantu the violator, I don’t get off on rape.’ The blond thought to himself with an inward grimace. He never really understood such and intimate act being made into pure violence and fight but then again, as far as he understood, it was never about the sex but about power.
Anakin, or rather Vader, already had power.
What he wanted, no what he craved, was willing submission.
And maybe… he wanted someone to look at him like how he had seen Senator Organa look at Queen Breha, with utter adoration and love shining in his eyes.
He’d settle for adoration he figured as he feed Obi-Wan a piece of pear while sipping at the wine.
Vaderkin’s gift- what is going through Vader’s head while everyone is trying to obtain Obi?
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.
So what are the tattoos on Obi for? Is it to make him susceptible to Vaderkin, to darken his light, or pure ownership reasons? Cannot wait to read more Vaderkin’s gift!
Coiling
the braid around his fist, Vader pulled Obi-Wan into his lap with a
slight tug that had the Jedi obediently settling in despite his
inward reluctance as the other Sith around the
banquet table watched,
slaves
kneeling at their feet compared to Obi-Wan sitting in his ‘master’s’
lap.
‘Anticipating vultures they are.’ Obi-Wan thought bitterly to
himself even as he let Vader suit him around until Obi-Wan was
settled with his rear right over the man’s groin and his cheek was
resting on the Sith’s collarbone.
They
wanted to see him rebel, wanted to see him be punished and hurt.
So
far very few Jedi had come to the Sith temple much to Obi-Wan’s
relief, the few who did never lasted long as either the Sith in
question was too violent with them or outright ripped them apart to
drain them of their Force energy, Obi-Wan being the sole surviving
Jedi in the temple as Vader’s little ‘pet’.
Or
so was the words he had heard others call him.
Pet.
‘But
that’s better than dead right?’ Obi-Wan mused, opening his mouth
and obediently eating the little finger food Vader gave him while
trying to ignore how the fingertips lingered on his lip. ‘It means
I’m alive and as long as I don’t act out, I get feed and treated
fairly decent despite being on display. It means I can still escape
if I could only figure out the tattoos…’ He mused wearily
to himself.
He
wasn’t stupid.
He
knew that the tattoos meant something, there was Sith magic thrumming
beneath his skin and Obi-Wan knew that he wasn’t thinking clear
most days.
But
knowing and being able to do something about it was two very
different things.
Just
as he knew that Vader wanted more out of him than just to sit
obediently and be a trophy, the lingering touches were proof enough
of that but so far the other hadn’t hurt him in that manner and
Obi-Wan took
solace in that.
Sitting
in a lap and having hands linger was honestly not so bad in the great
scheme of things,
considering the many evil and terrifying things he had seen in the
temple, souls being pulled out of people, torture, slaughtering and
the Sith artifacts… the mask he had seen a Sith acolyte play with
came
vividly to mind, still seeing it
in her hands as
she stared
at him still sent shivers through his spine.
Innocent
as it looked, as if was just a hooded mask, he knew there was
something terrible about it with the sadistic smile the woman had
been wearing with her pale eyes focused squarely on him, occasionally
licking her purple
painted
lips.
Asajj,
that was what Vader had called her as he warned her away from
touching Obi-Wan while sneering at her. A clear hate between the two
that made Obi-Wan faintly curious but there was no way he was
reaching out to the woman as a potential ally.
She
wanted to hurt him, that much was clear and if he gave her a chance,
she would take it.
Beside,
the tattoo…
Obi-Wan
was rather certain that if he left Vader’s side the other could
find him as every time Obi-Wan had been without the man he had
somehow managed to find him in the nick of time when another Sith was
closing in on him.
Like
the time Vader had sent him to the kitchen to collect cheese and
wine, only to have a leering
zabrak bear down on him and pinning him to a wall, ripping Obi-Wan’s
sheer clothes away.
He’d
been left nude when the zabrak was suddenly thrown against the wall
and then held under Vader’s lighting until
the man wet himself.
And
that had just been the warning to not
touch Vader’s possessions.
‘If
I am to escape I need to get the tattoo of-oh…oh that feels…’
Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered a bit as Vader ran his hand along his
spine slowly. If he could look, he would have seen the tiny sparks
from the man’s fingers that was making Obi-Wan shiver with pleasure
as Vader’s yellow eyes glittered while watching him.
So Vaderkin and Obi-wan have been “introduced” in Vaderkin’s Gift. What will happen now? Is Obi going to be a toy? What “honey” does Vaderkin plan to use to lure Obi?
He
wears very little clothes but its enough to be decent if
not comfortable,
thin purple gossamer pants with enough layers to keep him modest and
a armless white shirt that is open down the collarbone, tied with a
purple sash.
Shirt,
if one can call it that, leaves his skin exposed for good reason.
Lord
Vader had him tattooed only a day after he arrived, Sith runes of
ownership.
If
Obi-Wan was to take an educated guess he would also claim that some
of the runes on his left arms meant the Sith’s name while the
others were runes of magic.
He
could feel the darkness beneath his skin even if he didn’t have
access to the Force to really judge.
Everyone,
every Sith, every slave, every Empire resident could see the runes,
his collar and the magnetic bonds on his wrists and more importantly,
they could see his braid.
They
could all tell this was a captive Jedi.
Even
the first collar had been traded out, Vader had put kyber crystals of
all things around Obi-Wan’s throat to show him off.
That
was what he was.
Obi-Wan
was on display and he knew it, a trophy.
And
yet…
He
wasn’t deaf after all, he could hear the whispered conversations as
he followed behind the Sith who owned him, the whispers of what other
Sith would love
to do to him and goosebumps still broke out over Obi-Wan’s skin at
the predatory eyes.
Some
of them had not been shy in saying they’d like to eat his karking
heart
of all things or Force drain him.
Vader
had done none of that.
He
had Obi-Wan feed, washed, healed and settled into clothes.
Obi-Wan
was clearly a slave and a trophy but he wasn’t being thrown to the
floor and shattered into a thousand pieces nor was he being broken
into a drooling wreck as he had seen a poor, screaming zabrak as the
Force was being stolen from him.
At
the time Obi-Wan had jerked to in
the direction of what he assumed to be a ritual room,
his instinct to help kicking in only for Vader to drag him to the
floor with the Force and tutting. “I will not hesitate to punish
you if you Force me Obi-Wan.” He had smirked at the Jedi.
Of
that Obi-Wan had no difficulty of believing.
Despite
it all, despite the kindness Vader had shown him, there was something
dangerously hungry in the yellow eyes of the Sith that told Obi-Wan
that he would be punished harshly and like hungry scavengers the Sith
around watched.
He’d
bowed his head and knelt at Vader’s feet until the Sith had petted
his head and allowed him up, bringing him away from the now no longer
screaming zabrak.
One
glance back had confirmed to Obi-Wan the state of the yellow skinned
man before he focused back on the heels of Vader, following him as he
avoided the eyes of any other Sith with his heart in his throat and
his stomach sinking with helplessness.
This
wasn’t the life Obi-Wan was used to, he was used to fighting, to
protecting or at least doing something to save himself.
Now
he was stuck, he was tattooed with Sith runes that reeked of
darkness, he carried a collar of kyber crystals and carried magnetic
bonds that would chain him at a simple command and the only thing
that was really keeping him safe from the other Sith and their desire
to hurt him was Vader’s strange benevolence.
What
to do about that though.
Obi-Wan
could imagine the other getting enough at one point or maybe growing
tired of him…
‘Remain
strong… keep looking for an escape… maybe seek allies?’ Obi-Wan
glanced about discreetly and then threw his eyes back down as he only
caught burning gazes around him.
Frightened
as he was, he missed Vader’s pleased smirk.
So Vaderkin and Obi-wan have been “introduced” in Vaderkin’s Gift. What will happen now? Is Obi going to be a toy? What “honey” does Vaderkin plan to use to lure Obi?
He
wears very little clothes but its enough to be decent if
not comfortable,
thin purple gossamer pants with enough layers to keep him modest and
a armless white shirt that is open down the collarbone, tied with a
purple sash.
Shirt,
if one can call it that, leaves his skin exposed for good reason.
Lord
Vader had him tattooed only a day after he arrived, Sith runes of
ownership.
If
Obi-Wan was to take an educated guess he would also claim that some
of the runes on his left arms meant the Sith’s name while the
others were runes of magic.
He
could feel the darkness beneath his skin even if he didn’t have
access to the Force to really judge.
Everyone,
every Sith, every slave, every Empire resident could see the runes,
his collar and the magnetic bonds on his wrists and more importantly,
they could see his braid.
They
could all tell this was a captive Jedi.
Even
the first collar had been traded out, Vader had put kyber crystals of
all things around Obi-Wan’s throat to show him off.
That
was what he was.
Obi-Wan
was on display and he knew it, a trophy.
And
yet…
He
wasn’t deaf after all, he could hear the whispered conversations as
he followed behind the Sith who owned him, the whispers of what other
Sith would love
to do to him and goosebumps still broke out over Obi-Wan’s skin at
the predatory eyes.
Some
of them had not been shy in saying they’d like to eat his karking
heart
of all things or Force drain him.
Vader
had done none of that.
He
had Obi-Wan feed, washed, healed and settled into clothes.
Obi-Wan
was clearly a slave and a trophy but he wasn’t being thrown to the
floor and shattered into a thousand pieces nor was he being broken
into a drooling wreck as he had seen a poor, screaming zabrak as the
Force was being stolen from him.
At
the time Obi-Wan had jerked to in
the direction of what he assumed to be a ritual room,
his instinct to help kicking in only for Vader to drag him to the
floor with the Force and tutting. “I will not hesitate to punish
you if you Force me Obi-Wan.” He had smirked at the Jedi.
Of
that Obi-Wan had no difficulty of believing.
Despite
it all, despite the kindness Vader had shown him, there was something
dangerously hungry in the yellow eyes of the Sith that told Obi-Wan
that he would be punished harshly and like hungry scavengers the Sith
around watched.
He’d
bowed his head and knelt at Vader’s feet until the Sith had petted
his head and allowed him up, bringing him away from the now no longer
screaming zabrak.
One
glance back had confirmed to Obi-Wan the state of the yellow skinned
man before he focused back on the heels of Vader, following him as he
avoided the eyes of any other Sith with his heart in his throat and
his stomach sinking with helplessness.
This
wasn’t the life Obi-Wan was used to, he was used to fighting, to
protecting or at least doing something to save himself.
Now
he was stuck, he was tattooed with Sith runes that reeked of
darkness, he carried a collar of kyber crystals and carried magnetic
bonds that would chain him at a simple command and the only thing
that was really keeping him safe from the other Sith and their desire
to hurt him was Vader’s strange benevolence.
What
to do about that though.
Obi-Wan
could imagine the other getting enough at one point or maybe growing
tired of him…
‘Remain
strong… keep looking for an escape… maybe seek allies?’ Obi-Wan
glanced about discreetly and then threw his eyes back down as he only
caught burning gazes around him.
Frightened
as he was, he missed Vader’s pleased smirk.
#sleepreaction- Obi reacts to Vaderkin while he is sick but he stops reacting again after he starts to get well.
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.
#sleepreaction- Obi reacts to Vaderkin while he is sick but he stops reacting again after he starts to get well.
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.
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