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So, Wolfyrubs, it feels like its closing in towards the end, could we have some fluff?

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Lips pressed against his mate shoulder, Anakin slowly shifted until he was spooning his mate, carefully pressing his hand up and under the shirt until he could rest his hand on Obi-Wan’s stomach.

If it wasn’t obvious that the other was deep in thought, Obi-Wan would have thought the were was up to something naughty.

But Anakin was simply resting his hand to Obi-Wan’s stomach, his lips simply pressed to the exposed skin.

He was so comfortable like this too, his mind floating as he was cuddled in with his mate in the warm bed, his mind for once resting on the mundane instead of the war. ‘Really, I should throw this shirt out, the collar is so wide…’ Obi-Wan mused tiredly, staring into the dark of their room with lidded eyes. It wasn’t the first time he had thought it and it wouldn’t be the last.

The shirt collar had always been a bit large, a shirt Obi-Wan had to emergency buy once on a mission that ended up being far too large for him.

But it was comfortable, the fabric soft and the color now a faded blue Obi-Wan found quite fetching.

So he kept it, despite the hole it had at the hem in the front and how wide the collar was becoming after so much use.

And Anakin was quite fond of the shirt too, said it made Obi-Wan look unassuming and soft, made it easy for Anakin to do exactly what he was doing, cuddling him and touching Obi-Wan’s skin.

An intimacy thing Obi-Wan would assume if he was more awake.

Though he woke up a bit more when Anakin spoke, the soft brushes of the others lips sending shivers down Obi-Wan’s spine as Anakin pulled back only enough to be heard. “Do you ever feel like we’re heading towards a resolution?” The werewolf murmured.

“Mmn?” Obi-Wan pressed back into the other, his hand absently coming up to pet Anakin’s over his shirt.

Anakin huffed, the air puffing up Obi-Wan’s neck hairs. “Just… ever since we started going through the surveillance rooms, going through everything and reporting what we’ve been finding, I feel like something is coming, like we’re speeding towards something and yet at the same time I can’t tell if…” He paused, pressing his lips once more to Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Shuffling a bit, Obi-Wan moved until Anakin reluctantly let go, allowing Obi-Wan to roll onto his side so he could face his mate, the two looking at each other in the dark.

With their mutations, Obi-Wan and Anakin could clearly see each other in the dark, despite the curtains being drawn and the light of Coruscant not being allowed in.

Reaching up, Obi-Wan teased Anakin’s curled hair before moving his hand into the others hair, rubbing at the blonds scalp, knowing how much Anakin enjoyed hair play and petting.

It was enough to allow Anakin to relax, making it easier for Obi-Wan to shuffle their legs around until they one of his was trapped between Anakin’s and the other was lazily thrown over Anakin’s hip.

Comfortable and intimate position for two mates.

Letting out a slow breath, Obi-Wan thought over Anakin’s words before sighing as he continued petting. “I know what you mean. I feel it too Anakin,” He stated softly, watching as his mate focused lidded eyes on him. The pettings were getting to him clearly. “However, I have no more answer than you as to what will happen when things come to a head. I don’t know where we will be or what will happen.” He stated softly.

A soft pitched whine echoed in the room, Anakin eyes narrowing and Obi-Wan could see the urge to howl building.

Considering he didn’t want the neighbors to their quarters to complain again, Obi-Wan spoke before Anakin could start up the howl. “However, I do know one thing,” He stated softly, smiling when Anakin let out a curious noise that belonged more to his canine forms than it did to his human form. “I know that we’ll be together when it does my mate.” He settled on, leaning in to peck Anakin on the nose.

Anakin stared at him, his eyes glistening in the dark and then he huffed. “Sweet talker. That’s what you are, distracting me with unsaid promises.” He grumbled even as he ducked down and tucked his head under Obi-Wan’s chin.

“Mmn, maybe,” Obi-Wan agreed, letting his hand slip under their blankets, tracing Anakin’s spine. “But you know its true, dear mate of mine, sweet one of my heart.” He murmured, chuckling softly when Anakin let out a low, happy whine.

He knew he rarely uttered any nicknames or had an easy time at speaking endearments, it just wasn’t the way he was.

But Obi-Wan knew that the times he did, Anakin adored it.

‘I don’t know what comes… but we’ll be together when it whatever it is does.’ Obi-Wan noted, nuzzling at Anakin’s blond curls. “Love you, dear one.” He whispered into the dark, feeling Anakin grip tightly around his waist, the pulse of the werewolf speeding up even as he remained silent.

Both equally apprehensive of what was on the horizon.

I honestly thought you put Wolfy Rubs on the side in favor of the others. I’d love for it to continue cus Palpatine needs to get wrecked with how quickly O66 is falling out of his grasp.

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Leaning forward, Mace caught the attention of the entire council. “So
we are in agreement then, with both master Kenobi and Knight
Skywalker being Coruscant locked, we station the 212th and
501st in strategic areas to shore up the defense of our
temple where the Sentinels and guards can not be?” He cupped his
hands together, glancing to the mutated Jedi in question.

Both
were nodding in agreement, their face the picture of mixed concern
and yet serenity.

Well,
serenity was stretching it when it came to Anakin but he was as calm
as he normally could be.

“It
is our best option now that we are uncertain to Chancellor
Palpatine’s motives towards us. Has there been any breaches in the
codes?” Obi-Wan murmured, feeling his mate brush their shoulders
together.

It was
Yoda who answered. “None yet, keeping an eye we have on the old
codes usage, but none used yet there is. Question if know the
Chancellor does I do.” The old troll frowned worriedly.

Exchanging
glances, Obi-Wan and Anakin silently communicated in little facial
spasms and twitches before Anakin sighed and gave his attention to
the full council. “Masters, if it would help, I could go visit the
Chancellor, see if I can suss anything out of his words or actions?”
He offered, his face taunt with displeasure at the idea.

That
had the entire council pausing, each falling into a contemplating
silence as they mulled over the pros and cons of the idea.

Finally,
Plo shook his head, his holo flickering slightly. “I am against the
idea, leaving you in the vicinity of the Chancellor may tip him off
that we are aware of discrepancies.” He murmured, frowning
slightly.

“He
has yet to contact Dibs again,” Shaak spoke up, her holo more
steady from Kamino, despite the distance. Clearly the weather must be
alright at this current moment for it to be that steady. “We may be
able to gain some more details to act upon if Knight Skywalker does
go.” She stated but there was a tone of reluctance in that.

Playing
the devils advocate was not easy.

“I
am against it,” Depa added her credits to the pot, a deep frown on
her face. “The Chancellor wanting the codes to our temple is
worrying alone and for all that he has been friendly with Knight
Skywalker, it makes me ill at ease to send the wolf to the lions
den.” She settled on, sending Anakin a worrying look.

Something
Anakin tried not to be offended by.

It
wasn’t that she doubted his skills but worried about the
consequences should something happen.

Something
the council had to think about when it came to the actions of the
Jedi they sent out.

There
had been enough anti Jedi sentiments out there the longer the war
dragged on after all and Anakin could understand the worry.

“Agree
I do with Master Koon and Master Billaba,” Yoda finally croaked,
ears twitching slightly. “Devastation I sense down the path if send
Knight Skywalker out, consciously give yourself away you would not,”
He jabbed a finger at Anakin, the werewolf shifting to a stiff
position. “But a cunning man the Chancellor is. Cunning to remain
in his position as he has he must be. Dangerous it makes him, fear to
loose power the ones at the top do.” Yoda settled back heavily,
sighing tiredly.

As if
he had seen too many situations like this before.

Seen
too many greedy beings act out when their powers or positions have
been treated.

And
maybe he had, he was an old man after all, much older than any other
being in the room.

Even
Plo Koon with his three hundred and sixty years didn’t reach quite
the level of Yoda with his eight hundred and eighty ones.

“Then
maybe…” Obi-Wan trailed off, his enlonged ears twitching slightly
and Anakin let out a small whine as he smelled the change in his
mate’s emotions, blue eyes finding the redhead with worry.

“Yes,
what is it Master Kenobi?” Mace prompted, raising his brows at the
copper haired man curiously and a tiny bit impatiently.

Swallowing,
Obi-Wan leveled his eyes at Mace, pressing his shoulder to Anakin’s
side for strength. “Maybe we should speak to Asajj Ventress?”
Obi-Wan finished his sentence, clearly forcing it out.

The
council went quiet, all of them exchanging looks of surprise and
concern.

Obi-Wan
had wanted nothing to do with Ventress since he had attacked and
almost killed her and had only asked enough to know that he hadn’t
turned her into one of his kind.

After
learning that Ventress showed no signs of being a vampire as he was,
Obi-Wan had ignored all and any conversation containing her name when
it was brought up and that was understandable as he was still shamed
of what he had done even if it was an act of survival.

“…As
your friend Obi-Wan, I hesitate to allow you to speak with her,”
Mace suddenly stated, leaning forward with his elbows coming to rest
on his knees, hands clasped together. “But as the master of the
order, I am aware of the antagonistic relationship you have developed
with her and that you may have some sway over her. My question would
be this, why speak with her?” He murmured.

Hesitating,
glancing at his mate and then back to Mace, Obi-Wan shrugged. “The
Chancellor is behaving very suspicious and at this point, I am
wondering if he may be involved with the CIS if I may state it
bluntly. She may have some answers to at least close down that
suspicion.” He stated bluntly to the alarm of the rest of the
council.

That
was a venue they had not considered and now they were worried.

So how do the boys proceed after finding out that Palpatine (potentially) has the codes to everything in the temple?

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The
first thing that happened after Obi-Wan and Anakin presented the
evidence of Prosset Dibs giving over codes for the temple to another
party was that Mace Windu let out a growl so loud that Anakin’s
wolf side reacted and transformed in front of everyone, ripping up
yet another pair of boots and leggings.

The
second thing was that the Temple Guards were sent to collect said man
and put him in a damn cell.

Obi-Wan
quietly rubbed Anakin’s ears, watching the rest of the council as
they mulled over the information they had come over once that was
done. “We can’t prove that it’s Palpatine,” Plo finally
sighed, raising his hand when Anakin bristled. “We’re sorry
Knight Skywalker, but we can’t and even if we could, the only thing
we have is that he’s meeting with a dishonored Jedi master and
getting the codes to the temple.” He sighed deeply.

“Worrying
it is however.” Yoda tapped his cane on his chair, frowning heavily
with ears twitching.

Snorting
deeply, Depa sat up. “Oh you don’t say, the Chancellor having the
codes to the temple for some reason, our local ‘wolves’ being
wary of him to the point the troopers and Skywalker don’t like
being around him, not to mention him sitting in his position
longer than he should.” She rubbed her face.

“Regardless,”
Mace sat up, frowning around the room. “We need to change the codes
now, have them all
changed and keep a stricter tab on our own mem-” He paused, rubbing
his scalp slowly.

Everyone
blinked, looking at Mace.

Anakin
went as far as to sit down on his rear to watch everyone, becoming
more comfortable.

“If
Dibs is sharing the codes,” Mace stated slowly, a deep frown on his
face. “Whose to say there aren’t more doing it?” He murmured,
glancing about.

The
council went dead silent, Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanging long looks
before focusing back on the council.

“I
do believe,” Obi-Wan stated, his long elvish like ears twitching
faintly. “That we should perhaps set up a few teams to go through
more security recording as I and Anakin are only looking for whoever
betrayed us to the CIS.” He murmured, eyes slitting a bit before
going back to normal, his hand resting on Anakin’s head.

Exchanging
worried looks, nods were exchanged by everyone. “Do you have a
suggestion Obi-Wan?” Mace leaned forward.

Lips
twitching up, showing off his fangs, Obi-Wan gave a nod. “Oh, I got
a few suggestion.” He chuckled faintly.

()()()

Rolling
over the floor with Waxer, Anakin let out a delighted bark as he for
the first time in a few days had a playmate around, ignoring his
chuckling mate.

Obi-Wan
figured that bringing in the 212th
and 501st
to go over the security recording and making notes of suspicious
behavior was the best solution they could do. After all, neither of
them were really doing much on Coruscant with their General’s being
grounded thanks to the threat to Obi-Wan’s life and Anakin’s
inability to be separated from the vampire.

So
putting them to use in helping the Jedi weed out the problems going
on was the best thing to do.

And
it amused Obi-Wan to see his mate so happy with a playmate around.

Ahsoka
was a joy to teach but sometimes Anakin just needed another canine
around to play with and mock hunt, that was why Obi-Wan and Ahsoka
went hunting together since she couldn’t do the flock hunting that
the werewolves could.

And
no one was going to change her into a werewolf, there was no reason
to.

She
was strong and capable on her own and wouldn’t have any gain from
becoming a werewolf or a vampire.

Not
that Obi-Wan was going to change anyone.

He’d
sooner throw himself down a melting pit as he had once done to Maul.

Rolling
his shoulders, Obi-Wan turned back to the records to continue going
through, wondering if it was Dibs who had ratted them out to the CIS,
he could be petty enough.

They
hadn’t heard anything from the Temple Guards though, so he didn’t
think so and he knew they were interrogating him down below in the
cells.

At
least he had more company than his mate in the security rooms now,
sending Cody a small smile as the commander had opted to stick around
him, other troopers going to the rest of the security rooms around
the temple.

Cody
sent him a small grin in return, shrugging faintly before rolling his
eyes and tilting his head at Waxer and Anakin.

Obi-Wan
just chuckled, bumping their shoulders together in a friendly manner
only to laugh when Anakin was suddenly doing his best to crawl into
Obi-Wan’s lap. “Anakin, what in the world?” He grinned down at
the other, smile softening when he saw how the other was wagging his
tail. “Oh alright…” He chuckled faintly, rubbing the others
ears with one hand and going back to the recorded security cams.

There
were still plenty to go through, even if he had a heavy wolf on his
lap.

So what has Palpatine been up to in Wolfy Rubs?

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Leaning
in over his mate’s shoulder, Anakin narrowed his eyes at the screen
at the shadowy figure approaching Prosset Dibs at the south entrance.
The Asshole had been allowed to wander around thanks to Mace giving
him a second chance and the council agreeing since Mace was the one
the man had attacked and tried to kill. “When is this clip from?”
He murmured.

“Yesterday.”
Obi-Wan replied
quietly, frowning heavily.

Both
were trying to see who the hell the other was talking to, hoping they
had caught the person on tape but whoever it was, they had their hood
down and kept out of the light enough to not be seen.

Obi-Wan
made a mental note to approach the council about fixing up the
surveillance of several entrances, it was really not good how blurry
many of them were.

If
a thief got in, that was their first line of identification and
defense honestly.

‘At
least we can speak with Dibs.’ Obi-Wan mused, still frowning
heavily as he wondered if the man would tell the truth.

The
two spoke, Dibs face going through several emotions from rage to
greed to satisfaction and Obi-Wan felt a chill through his back as he understood some of what Dibs was saying, able to read his lips from the angel a
little bit.

The
codes to the temple.

Prosset
was giving away the entrance codes to the main entrances and the lock
down codes for the hanger…

Oh
great Force.

“We
need to speak with the council, soon.” Obi-Wan stood quickly,
already sending off an emergency summoning to the rest of the council
via a pre-recorded message he had made at the start of the war.

He
had unfortunately had to use it quite a few times since
the start of the war.

Suddenly
Anakin went ramrod straight, a quiet snarl escaping him and before
Obi-Wan could turn, Anakin suddenly dragged him into his body,
tucking him beneath his chin as the man’s body shifted, the mech
arm falling to the floor with a heavy thunk as Anakin started to
shift.

Fabric
and boots ripped as the form lengthened and became
broader,
fur peeking through the tunic and claws appearing at the end of now
too tight leather boots in his bipedal form bristled protectively.

Yipping
a bit into the furry
chest, Obi-Wan pushed a bit away to look up at the werewolf, watching
how Anakin snarled at the screen, sharp teeth bared as the ears on
his head twitched and swirled to low noises.

“Anakin?”
Obi-Wan whispered, gently rubbing at the others side, trying to calm
down his mate as his own, sharpened ears twitched in response to the
growling noise.

Predatory
sharpened eyes focused down on him, Anakin’s tongue lolling out of
his mouth to lick at Obi-Wan’s cheek before he whined, clearly
trying to focus. “Chancellor.” He finally rasped out, jutting his
muzzle towards the screen of Prosset Dibs.

Turning
in the circle of Anakin’s arms, cold sweat breaking out on his
skin, Obi-Wan stared at the shadowy figure before looking up at his
mate, eyes wide. “Are you… Anakin, that is a serious accusation.”
He rasped out.

A
mournful whine escaped Anakin’s muzzle before he ducked down and
buried his face in Obi-Wan’s neck.

Hands
automatically rising, Obi-Wan scratched through the blond fur, eyes
staring blindly at the dark wall of the surveillance room.

If
that really was the Chancellor, and Obi-Wan’s mind whispered about
the uncomfortable sensation of being in the man’s office the last
time he saw him, how he had felt tense and on guard the entire time,
how Anakin had also been uneasy in the man’s office despite having
been the Chancellor’s friend, then if that was true, they were in a
galaxy of trouble.

Because
the Chancellor having a clandestine meeting with Prosset Dibs, a man
they couldn’t really trust in the order and getting codes from him
that could be used to lock down the temple during an attack…

The
implications were disturbing and Obi-Wan couldn’t help it as he
pushed further into his warm mate’s body.

He
was scared.

‘Is…
Is the chancellor working with the CIS maybe? Or maybe the Sith
themselves? Oh great Force, that would be horrible. He has all the
secrets of the Republic, sitting on the power of the galaxy, if he
also has a footing in the CIS… if he has a direct line to Dooku…’
Obi-Wan swallowed heavily then whined at Anakin.

Instantly
the werewolf shifted and tightened his arm around Obi-Wan lifting him
up with a show of werewolf strength as he turned around and sat down
on the chair Obi-Wan had occupied, the chair creaking ominously under
the weight of the bipedal wolf but luckily not breaking as he tucked
Obi-Wan into his body.

Sitting
against his mate, wrapping his arms around the blond furred neck,
Obi-Wan tried to send away his worries as Anakin and him exchanged
frazzled fear and mental reassurances from each other.

#wolfyrubs: Ani and Obi spend some quality mate time while Ahsoka visits with Plo.

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After
what felt like a full five minute of knocking, the door finally
opened, Skyguy standing there with a smile and a greeting on his lips
before he turned wry. “I’m
sorry Ahsoka, I’d
love to invite you in,”
Anakin stated dryly, turning to the side so she could look into
the quarters. “But
master Kenobi has been taken hostage, he’s trapped turning the
pages of a very dry historical text
and
I need to save him.”
He snorted deeply, exasperatedly amused clearly even
as a fond smile hitched onto his lips

Blinking,
watching the redheaded human, Ahsoka felt her lips twitching into a
smile as he saw the fascinated
expression on the man’s face as he continued reading. “Oh dear,
have you tried offering a ransom?” She giggled softly as Obi-Wan
waved his hand at them without looking away.

Smirking
now, Anakin shrugged. “We negotiated a deal and he’ll be free by
lunch time.” He snorted before stepping out of
the quarters past
her and settling his hand on her shoulder. “In the mean time, we
two can go
fetch some food?
It’s dusty in there and
we haven’t gotten permission to review the next security room yet.”
Anakin rolled his shoulders.

Ahsoka
could spot a fine line of tremors in the blond human and figured it
was suppressed energy, smiling as she nodded up at him and allowed
Anakin to lead her away. “Sounds good to me Skyguy.”

She
had really been wanting to go visit Plo, but she could do that after
fetching food with Anakin at whatever place the other wanted.

She
knew the human werewolf had a lot of energy since his mutation,
though Anakin didn’t often go into details about his new life and
his new abilities.

But
every predatory instinct Ahsoka had told her one thing for sure…

Anakin
was dangerous.

That
meant he was stronger than her and that didn’t shock her, he had
been strong to begin with but since the mutation, he had become even
stronger.

And
since hooking up with Obi-Wan…

Even
that made a difference, something about their bond or maybe the fact
that Obi-Wan feed from him mainly made Anakin even stronger.

‘Maybe
his body is producing more
blood
to satiate Master Obi-Wan? Or
maybe it’s a vampiric feedback loop that causes him to be
stronger?’
She pondered to herself before shaking it off, grinning when she felt
Skyguy rest his hand on her shoulder.

What
did it really matter, when Skyguy was comfortable and safe in the
temple with master Obi-Wan?

()()()

Setting
down the tray with steaming food on the pad overfilled caff table,
Anakin sighed deeply while staring down at the still reading bat
curled up on the couch, Obi-Wan looking quite comfortably snuggled up
in two blankets, wearing one of Anakin’s old tunics as his eyes
flickered quickly over the letters of the pad, clearly consumed with
the intrigue of his mystery novel.

“I
love you, but you’re consumed by your book and clearly I need to
intervene so you can kriffing eat and feed.” Anakin stated, rubbing
his hands together while looking around.

“Uhu,
that’s nice Anakin.” Obi-Wan murmured, scrolling down slowly
before shifting a bit to get more comfortable on the couch.

Brows
raising, Anakin smirked slightly. “If you don’t put down the pad,
the tickle wolf is going to come after you.” He warned, voice loud
and clear as he carefully pushed the caff table away from the couch
to get a bit more space, readying himself

“Uhu,
that’s good Anakin.” Obi-Wan mumbled.

Smirking
widely, Anakin
wiggled,
bunching his shoulders up. This
was really his own fault, Obi-Wan had given Anakin permission for
this if he got too consumed in his none vital literature.

And
then he pounced while simultaneously pulling the pad out of Obi-Wan’s
hand with the Force, setting it on the table among the others as he
dug his hands into Obi-Wan’s stomach, wiggling his fingers as he
pinned Obi-Wan down by sitting over his thighs.

Squealing,
Obi-Wan twisted and tried to escape, batting and pushing at Anakin
before changing tactics to try and catch the werewolves hands as he
screamed with laughter, eyes wide and sparkling with both shock and
delight. “ANAKIN!”

“I
WARNED YOU!” Anakin laughed, leaning down and blowing a raspberry
on the others neck while tickling along the others side.

“AAAAH!”
Obi-Wan screamed with laughter, trying to shake the other off before
just grabbing Anakin and rolling the two off the couch, both laughing
as they hit the ground in a rush of knees, elbows and blankets,
panting heavily while grinning at each other.

#wolfyrubs- how are our boys? Also, how are Plo’s and Depa’s boys?

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Rolling
around on the floor in a wrestle, Cody snapped his teeth at Wolffe
and growled loudly, not quite ready to give up his dominance to the
other.

It
was always such a hassle to establish barracks dominance and Cody had
to admit he actually liked being pseudo and temporal pack leader of
the barracks.

When
Wolffe however closed his teeth around Cody’s throat in a warning
pressure, Cody gave in despite his superior official rank with a low
whine as he went lax beneath the older clone, who kept the pressure
for a few seconds before pulling back with a satisfied huff and
grumpily sitting back.

Cody
stayed down for a few more seconds before sitting up and sighing,
rubbing his throat. “Well, guess that means you’re barracks alpha
for as long as you’re here or someone else comes to challenge.”
He snorted in amusement.

“Or
until Skywalker comes around, seems as our originator we by default
submit rank to him.” Wolffe stated dryly, stretching a bit before
getting Warthog to help him up, Killer coming over to help Cody from
the mixed group of troopers watching them fight for dominance.

Honestly,
it was kinda weird.

Obi-Wan
had often mentioned how wolves in the wild didn’t do the whole
alpha thing, that only lone alphas without pack and family did the
weird alpha male thing but apparently rank was important in a
werewolf pack.

‘Or
maybe it has to do with us?’ Cody mused as he stretched and gave
Commander Fox a wave when he spotted the vod, getting a wave back.
‘We’re highly militarized, rank and status is important for order
keeping and assignments, so it wouldn’t be shocking if other
werewolves packs, if they existed, didn’t have alphas setting.’
He mused thoughtfully before wandering off to find Rex, Wolffe
joining him to find their fellow in command vod for some R&R.

On
the way he also waved at Gray, the trooper sitting with a gel pack
over his eye from where one of the shiny’s had accidentally elbowed
him while getting into a minor tiff with one of Rex’s boys about
something.

Food
Cody thought but maybe not.

Gray
just waved miserably back, clearly nursing both injury and pride
alone with his gel pack and a bottle of something that smelled
suspicious that command officially knew nothing about if asked.

“So,
how long you boys think you’re gonna be Coruscant locked?” Wolffe
suddenly asked, thumbs tucked in his belt with a bored look on his
face, prosthetic eye flickering a bit at something before returning
to look at Cody.

‘Never
going to get used to how he can take in information separately with
that thing.’ Cody noted to himself while hiding a shiver, rubbing
at the back of his neck instead with a thoughtful huff. “Considering
how that witch bitch was outright targeting our General, I don’t
think we’ll be out in a long time. I think they have him isolated
from CIS involvement until we can figure out what the hell is up.”
He grumbled to himself.

But
honestly he was uneasy.

The
fact that the CIS had outright targeted his General was not new but
it was new how fervent they were in their pursuit.
Engineering one weapon to take out one
being was a hell of a lot of work and that was what they had done to
take out Kenobi.

Wolffe
grunted, lips pursed tightly and his scar bunching with his frown.
“…Don’t blame them, I know the grapevine says they were out to
kill him but honestly, if they could recreate what Kenobi is…” He
trailed off and gave Cody a meaningful look.

Breath
froze in his lungs as Cody considered that option.

Every
time he went up against his General now a days in a sparring match,
Cody could feel this wary canine sense telling him that if his
General went full out against him with everything he had, the Force,
his skills and his physical prowess, he could win.

He
could kill Cody.

The
Force was a powerful ally and add on the powers of his vampirism…

Well
the Order was lucky Obi-Wan was such a peaceful creature or else
they’d have something much worse on their hands than those Sith
they kept encountering and talking about.

“…Until
Skywalker and Kenobi get some leads on what’s going on, I don’t
think we’re leaving Coruscant for a while, so we’re most likely
going to be working with Fox, seeing as how General Kenobi and
Skywalker can’t handle separation well, either of them.” Cody
murmured quietly, shaking himself like his wolf half would as he saw
Rex sitting at the poker table with captain Styles.

“Oi!
Codes! Wolf! Wanna join us? We just had Greenie split from us,
something about not wanting to loose anymore.” Rex grinned at them,
all teeth and Cody was more than happy for a distraction as he
chuckled and came over, taking one of the chairs.

“Don’t
mind if I do, but don’t blame me if I take you both for all.” He
growled playfully in return as Wolffe barked and sat down in the sole
remaining chair, both waiting to be dealt in by Styles, who was
laughing at all of them.

Sometimes,
it was best to just take some damn R&R when they could because
osik was going to blow up soon enough again.

Just
you wait and see, with Jedi around it was inevitable.

So how do they go about finding the leak in Wolfy Rubs?

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The
first whole day back in the temple the first thing Anakin and Obi-Wan
does… is to sleep.

Their
bodies have mutated and they don’t really need that much sleep as
they used to before with their fully human bodies but they know they
are not on an emergency leave period and they know that no one will
disturb them.

So
they sleep.

They
tuck up into each other in bed and sleep, Anakin wuffling happily as
he becomes the little spoon to Obi-Wan’s big spoon and they cuddle
the entire twelve hours they sleep, curled up into each other, sweaty
and gross when they wake and yet still happy as they drag weary
bodies into the fresher for a shower together, washing each others
back.

Anakin
had managed to leave a little love bite on Obi-Wan but it was more a
territory thing, a marking of a mate and a reassurance to the wolf
that Obi-Wan was safe and accounted for in his arms.

“What
are we doing today?” Anakin murmured with his chin on his mate’s
shoulder and arms around his waist, the spray of water over their
bodies a beautiful sensation of bliss that they haven’t allowed
themselves in months while on the ships even when Anakin smelled like
rotten dog for a while.

Well
not that Obi-Wan told him that, just that he smelled bad. He had the
vague sense of calling the wolf a dog would not go over well as he
gave a hum, leaning back into the others arms. “Well we do have a
mission even if it’s not active out on the field, it is still
active on planet as we will have to examine deeply to find the
threat.” He sighed deeply.

Pressing
back, Obi-Wan rubbed his face a bit.

The
fact that they had to find a leak, a traitor or potentially more, was
harrowing to him.

Anakin
hummed a bit but gave a nod before nuzzling at Anakin’s neck. “Are
you hungry? It’s been a few days.” He noted lowly.

Pausing,
Obi-Wan stared at their own reflection in the tiles. “…I think
I’m still full from Ventress.” He admitted shamefully.

Nearly
draining a person apparently lead to Obi-Wan feeling full for quite
some time and that was not a pleasant discovery even if everyone in
the Order was accepting of it and the details of Ventress capture was
being kept vague on purpose.

And
she was not going to admit what he had done to her for some reason beyond Obi-Wan’s understanding.

It
was a bit of a relief but Obi-Wan still felt shame and he knew that
some senators would be baying for his blood if they knew what he had
done even though there were other sentient races there that lived on
blood too.

Not
to Obi-Wan’s degree though.

But
he had protection.

It
was a bit odd honestly but Depa had found a loophole that protected
Obi-Wan, Anakin and the were clones.

An old
by law that protected races and people who were in the minority to
avoid them going extinct so to say and a way to prevent Senator’s
with grudges against each other to use the government to annihilate
each other..

And
while it shouldn’t really apply to Obi-Wan and the others, the Jedi
had managed to word it while presenting the case to the Senate so it
now did and boy did several senators sound pissed at that.

Hearing
the warning beep of the shower, Anakin and Obi-Wan separated a bit,
Anakin rather reluctantly as he had been gently petting at Obi-Wan’s
pale stomach but honestly they had to finish washing before the water
allotment was used up.

Everyone
got a different allotment, some more than other depending on species
of course but humans had enough for a decent shower at least.

‘It
doesn’t feel like we’ve been here for half an hour but apparently
we have.’ Obi-Wan mused as he rinsed off the rest of his soap,
feeling Anakin do the same in the narrow space of the fresher. “Well,
first of we’re going to have to do some slicing and going over the
security cameras… and as a councilor I have full access to the
security rooms.” Obi-Wan chuckled a bit.

Sighing
deeply, realizing that a lot of the work they will have to do will
have to be in one room, slicing and observing the security records,
Anakin gives an unenthusiastic nod. “As you say mate, as you say.
Guess I’ll just pack some snacks and drinks to bring in.” He
added dryly before they both gave a shrill yelp as the water suddenly
turned cold.

At
least they had washed the soap off but damn it, Ani’s poor wolf
bits had retreated inside of him!

Well
not really but Force above.

“I
love water but for Force sake.” He shuddered, wrapped up in a
fluffy blanket as he shook himself, his canine instincts prevalent
even in his human form.

Obi-Wan
just hummed in agreement, rubbing himself dry as Anakin took a moment
to marvel at his mate’s lilly pale ass.

Oh,
hello there, apparently his bits had not retreated inside and they
didn’t have to get right
to the security room… and with that Anakin pounced a squeaking and
laughing Obi-Wan.

So. Much. ANGST. For ObiWan!! Does Wolfyrubs continue with angst? Maybe some of the Council are a bit worried by Obi’s survival instinct? Maybe someone accidently spills and now the Senate are aware? Maybe Palps is even more ‘interested’ in Anakin and ObiWan?? EEP, THE POSSIBILITIES!! (giggling) Or maybe we see some sympathetic cuddles from everybody? (and isn’t THAT a mental image? Palpatine cuddling anyone? ERK)

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Padding
into the council chamber, feeling a bit like a beaten dog about to be
scolded, Obi-Wan observed his feet and therefore missed it when there
was a quick swish.

He
was however very aware of it when Plo Koon suddenly wrapped his arms
around the human, the kel dor holding onto him tightly with his claws
lightly digging into Obi-Wan’s back. “Force, it is good to see
you Obi-Wan.” The man rumbled quietly.

Glancing
at a slightly bemused but clearly not threatened looking Anakin,
Obi-Wan twitched before slowly raising his arms to hug Plo back,
making a confused, noise low in his throat as he glanced over the
fellow councilor’s shoulder to blink at the others.

He
was meet with sympathetic eyes and wry smiles.

“When
we heard that you had bitten and almost drained Ventress, we grew
concerned,” Depa clarified, tapping her nails on the chair. Obi-Wan
flinched but Depa plowed on. “For you that is, you stopped yourself
but we know you, oh Master Kenobi, you would blame yourself and
internalize guilt over what is clearly a survival tactic of what you
now are. So we were worried about your mental state even if your
physical well-being is clearly good.” She explained.

Twitching
a bit more, Obi-Wan opened his mouth before letting out another,
louder whine and ducking his face down in Plo’s shoulder, breathing
heavily for several moments as he felt Anakin’s hand come up to
gently rub at his lower back, reaching out into their bond to sooth
him.

Around
him, he could feel concern and love being shuffled his way.

But
no judgment, no disgust, no fear.

Nothing
that he expected that the others
would feel at least a tiny
smidgen of.

“Told
you I did, internalized it he has but not as much as worried it
seems,” Yoda suddenly croaked. “Your doing this is Knight
Skywalker?” Obi-Wan listened to the voices even as he kept his face
in Plo’s sweet smelling tunic fold.

The
hand paused a bit and Obi-Wan could almost imagine Anakin shrugging
in reply. “And the troopers, they’ve done quite a bit to reassure
him too about how his instinct to survive is nothing to be ashamed of
and clarified a few things to him. Did a pretty wizard deal of it
too, had him listening to them with logical points.” Anakin’s
voice was fond.

Fond
of his pack.

Their
pack.

Family.

Gathering
himself, Obi-Wan finally managed to pull himself away from Plo enough
to give a shaken smile to everyone. “Apologies, I just…” He
breathed out heavily before sighing and brushing his hair out of his
face.

“Don’t,”
Plo chuckled faintly. “Over something like this, one can have
conflicting emotions and releasing into the Force can be hard. As
long as you cope with them and do not let them tear you apart, we are
content.” Plo patted him on the shoulder fondly, letting his hand
linger a bit before returning to his seat in a sedate fashion.

After
a moment of gathering himself, Obi-Wan moved to the spot to report on
their losses and the ambush, Anakin settling beside him as usual to
fill in with his observation.

The
gas and aimed attack clearly troubled the rest of the council as the
information came.

“No
one was suppose to know where each Jedi were stationed, just so to
prevent such a thing.” Kit rubbed his chin, his tentacles twitching
as he leaned forward in his holo.

Sighing
deeply, Shaak rubbed her temples. “We have long suspected a leak,
an internal one, this only confirms it but it is very troubling as
Skywalker and Kenobi’s position was only known to the council and
themselves for very good reason.” Her lekkus twitched in agitation,
Shaak’s painted lips pursed in a tight little ring.

“Worrisome
it is, find the leak we must.” Yoda stated while rolling his cane
in his hand, ears twitching up and down before he sighed deeply,
looking worn out for a second.

Anakin
and Obi-Wan traded glances, both equally uneasy.

Leaning
forward, Mace looked around before nodding. “I think it would be
best to keep Skywalker and Kenobi on Coruscant for the unforeseen
future. However,” He held up his hand when both Anakin and Obi-Wan
opened his mouth. “I realize the folly of having them do nothing
and therefore I will give them the investigation of the leak,” Mace
looked seriously between them, seeming almost grimmer than usual
while stapling his hands together in front of him while resting his
elbows on his knees. “This is a very serious situation gentlemen
and you have the temple’s full resources to find
this leak and bring it to us to deal with. It is a serious threat to
all Jedi and the Republic as information falls into the CIS hands. We
put our trust in you both.” He finished gravely.

Huffing
a bit but recognizing the wisdom of the decision with a glance at his
own mate, Anakin nodded.

And
considering Obi-Wan seemed to be the main target, Anakin was actually
starting to warm up to the idea of being on Coruscant on what was
basically a semi-safe mission.

Semi-safe
because Jedi missions could get fucked up in seconds.

Obi-Wan
was stroking his beard, disgruntled at being sidelined but also
recognizing how important the mission they were handed and with a
nod, he bowed to the rest of the council. “I will yield for the
wisdom of the council and hope the Force will be with us all in this
endeavor.” He murmured, prodding at Anakin through the Force bond.

Quickly,
Anakin also bowed while the council murmured their own well wishes
for the mission.

“May
the Force be with us all,” Depa whispered. “Because I don’t
think much else is.” She smiled sadly, the ominous words sending a
chill up all their backs.

You teased us in century love with Dooku and jocasta not showing up. But anyways can we see Obiwan wake up with Anakin acting like a protective dragon around Obiwan?

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Breathing
out shakily, Obi-Wan opened his eyes slowly to a throbbing headache
and pain lacing his entire body.

The
world was too bright and he was so hungry
as he squirmed in bed and whined softly, feeling something else move
behind him only for something delicious
smelling to be put in front of him. On instinct, Obi-Wan bit down.

As
he did, the world came into focus as he blinked to find an amused
looking Qui-Gon sitting at his side with a blood pack held out to
Obi-Wan, which the Jedi had fangs
placed in.

‘Oh,
oh dear, right, that happened.’ Obi-Wan felt himself pale but
didn’t stop feeding from the blood pack as he took in the world
around him.

Everything
was sharply coming into focus along with the scents and sounds around
him, Anakin curled up behind him with his other ‘brothers’
staring down at him with anticipation and worry and his creator in
front of him feeding him a blood pack.

Finally
the pack was empty and Obi-Wan pulled back a bit, settling his
frankly aching head down on the pillow while feeling Anakin tighten
his grasp on him, the bond between them being prodded slightly.

“Well,
how do you feel Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon questioned, his tone full of
amusement but there was a thread of concern in the man’s eyes as he
watched Obi-Wan closely.

Blinking
a bit, Obi-Wan licked his cracked lips before shrugging slightly.
“Like shit, my head hurts but I guess considering the previous
circumstances, I am in pretty good shape.” The freshly turned
nosfer murmured.

Instantly
all four of them relaxed, Qui-Gon exhaling before sending a prayer
off under his breath as he threw away the empty blood pack and
produced a new one for Obi-Wan. “For a moment there I was worried…”
He shook his head, smiling as Obi-Wan accepted the pack and brought
it to his mouth on his own, feeling stronger already. “It doesn’t
matter.” Qui-Gon settled on.

Frowning
slightly as he sucked down the blood, Obi-Wan decided it was best not
to ask because he wouldn’t like the answer.

Qui-Gon
had once said there could be complications with a turning but he
hadn’t gone into details.

Clearly
the details were rather obvious if they could tell by him speaking.

‘Maybe
it has to do with cognitive functions?’ He mused even as he
absently patted at the other nosfer through the Force, feeling Anakin
relax with his nose shoved in Obi-Wan’s nape. It
would make sense considering your body was dying and it involved
blood, the trade of blood that Obi-Wan couldn’t quite do since he
had sever blood loss thanks to his throat injury.

At
that thought however his free hand shot up to his throat with a
slightly distressed noise, feeling out the skin with wide eyes before
looking at Qui-Gon without pulling his fangs from the blood pouch.

“The
injury is sealed,” Qui-Gon assured, reaching out to stroke the red
hair slowly. “Once I turned you, natural healing of our race kicked
in and the skin knitted itself together without leaving any scar
behind. The same goes for the internal stuff and your voice should
not be effected at all.” He winked slightly before softening and
stroking his fingers through the hair.

Calming
down and breathing out, Obi-Wan gave an understanding noise to relax
while closing his eyes because everything was really bright still and
he knew that had to do with the sharpening senses he had.

He
knew he had to return to duty, knew that there were things that
needed doing and men to reassure and the fallen to honor but right
now Obi-Wan was dealing with becoming something totally different and
trying to recover again.

So
for just a few more hours, Obi-Wan would just try to get used to
everything.

No
one could really blame him for that, right?

And
honestly, considering Anakin was attached to him like a krayt dragon
over it’s egg, it wasn’t like he couldn’t move anywhere really
with another person attached to him so valid reason enough, no one
wanted to piss off the unstable nosfer.

Well since Obiwan has been turned into a vampire now in the century love au, can we see Jocasta and Dooku show up at the temple to meet Ben’s reincarnation? With Jocasta automatically coddling quigon and especially coddling Obiwan.

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Settling his love into the prepared medbed, Qui-Gon stumbled over to where Feemor was holding a heated blood pack ready for him, quickly grabbing it and digging his fangs through the casing to feed.

He hadn’t felt this weak in karking decades, had been well feed for so long that his body had been strong and ready.

But creating a new nosfer was always draining even when you were fully feed.

Creating one when you were half feed and said person you were turning had blood loss?

It was amazing they were still both alive.

Dropping the pack into the trash, Qui-Gon accepted the second blood pack that he bit into more leisurely as he turned back to find Anakin had crawled into the bunk with Obi-Wan, curled up around the pale and sweating fledgling while trembling heavily.

‘Oh no.’ He should have expected this honestly, having Obi-Wan start dying just as Ben had done would of course lead to backtracking in Anakin’s rather tenacious grasp on sanity.

Best he could do was to just allow him to remain curled up around Obi-Wan, listening to his soul brother’s mind as Obi-Wan’s body continued transforming slowly.

It should really be quicker but with the rather low amount of blood Qui-Gon had been able to give Obi-Wan, it was taking it’s time compared to when he had turned his sons.

Reluctantly Qui-Gon stepped away from the medbed and dropped the second empty pack into the disposal, opting to walk over to the commander and the medic as they were clearly waiting for information.

‘I hate being the responsible adult, I just want to curl up with my mate and hold him safe, is that so much to ask for?’ Qui-Gon grumbled internally as he only nodded to the two clones. “He should wake up in about three or four hours, depending on when his body finishes transforming.” Qui-Gon rumbled out before they could ask.

Helix and Cody exchanged looks before the commander nodded, letting out a deep breath. “We have a good foothold so we have at least that long before we need to take action and not just defend our position. You’re sure he will wake then?” Cody frowned at him.

Ah, clearly Obi-Wan must have informed the commander that there could be complications. Stroking his beard, Qui-Gon let out a deep sigh. “Well, the potential for a complication is there, however Obi-Wan is strong with the Force and in body and mind even if he was weakened by blood loss,” He decided not to lie to them. “He has a better chance than many and I’ve decided that I’ll believe in my Obi-Wan… there is also Anakin to take into account.” The three looked towards where Anakin remained curled around Obi-Wan.

Feemor and Xanatos had each taken one bedside too, sitting like watchful gargoyles should something happen beside their two youngest brothers of the clan.

“Forgive me for saying this serah Jinn but Skywalker doesn’t seem all that…stable.” Helix stated slowly, frowning at what he thought would be an insult.

Qui-Gon just nodded wearily. “Anakin is deeply tied to Obi-Wan, having him almost die was… traumatic for him, the bond threatening to break inside him. But that bond will also nourish Obi-Wan and keep him tethered to us.” Qui-Gon explained, deciding not to get into the whole brother soul bond and who Ben had once been to them.

Sufficient to say it was a long and tedious story that Qui-Gon did not have the energy for right now.

Not when he had a blasted Jedi council to inform… and his own parents.

Yan and Jocasta Dooku would have to be informed of their new addition as soon as possible and Qui-Gon was grateful to see both troopers relax, accepting of the explanation.

He wasn’t sure if that was just them naturally understanding he was truthful, Obi-Wan’s influence or if Qui-Gon had made himself known to the men but most of the galaxy wouldn’t just have accepted the explanation and he could only imagine how Ahsoka, Obi-Wan’s padawan, was going to take this news.

Tired as he was, Qui-Gon decided not to look a gift bantha in the mouth however and instead focused on what he would need once Obi-Wan woke. “He’ll need blood packs when he wakes just as I did and considering he didn’t get a proper feed, most likely some bacta treatment.” Qui-Gon stated.

Clapping his hands together, Helix nodded, the redheaded clone face turning stern. “Of course, we’ll get that arranged but you serah Jinn should go sit down, you look liable to falling over with tiredness.” The medic shooed him towards the bed.

If it wasn’t so full everywhere, Qui-Gon got the feeling the medic would strong arm him into a bed too but as it was, he allowed Qui-Gon to settle in a chair at Obi-Wan’s bedside, the older nosfer grasping Obi-Wan’s slender hand in his suddenly clumsy feeling one.

Now they played the waiting game and Force, Qui-Gon was so tired of always waiting. ‘My Obi… please my Obi.’