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I would never be angry at you (Anakin & Obi-Wan)

2No Warnings Apply 

During a game of twenty questions Anakin finds out that his master isn't the perfect Jedi. This sparks his confession about the Tusken Raiders and his marriage to Padme.

(Mentioned Obi-Wan X Cody)

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Obi-Wan entered their shared quarters and flopped onto his bunk, all the grace of a Jedi Master replaced with exhaustion.

“Bad day?” Anakin asked, words mumbled by his mouth stuffed full with sweets.

“Yes.”

This was an under-exaggeration, Anakin thought, if the man hadn’t told him off for talking with food in his mouth.

Obi-Wan pulled his outer-robes and boots off before reaching under his bed.

“What is that?”

“Wine.”

“That does not look like wine, Master-”

“It's from Bail. Old, strong and illegal in 12 systems.”

“Master,” Anakin drawled out, knowing his tolerance was nothing compared to the other’s and if Obi-Wan admitted it was strong…

Obi-Wan sighed and reached behind the drawers, retrieving another (Anakin-friendly) bottle.

“How did you know that was there?”

“I’m your Master, you can’t hide things from me.”

“Why didn’t you confiscate it, then?” Anakin asked, confused by his rule-following Master allowing Anakin to stash alcohol - he’d been using that space since he was 15.

“You’re an adult now, Anakin. And quite frankly I was just glad you had friends.”

“Hey-” _________

Anakin and Obi-Wan were leaning against each other on his bunk.

“I know,” Anakin smirked, “How about we play a game.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan looked down at Anakin.

“Twenty questions.”

Obi-Wan let out a breath laugh of amusement. “Okay, then. When was the last time you tested Ahsoka on her cultural studies?”

Anakin scowled.

“Well, you’re lucky I’ve been taking over the theory instruction of our Padawan.”

“My Padawan.”

“When she’s misbehaving.”

“Hey! Anyway, I have a question. Would you rather kiss Windu or Plo Koon?”

“It's Master’s Windu and Koon” Obi-Wan corrected.

“So you don’t mind speculating about which one you’d kiss, but the lack of ‘Master’ is where you draw the line?”

“I would kiss Plo, he is a dear friend of mine and quite frankly not as scary.”

Anakin laughed, “You’re afraid of Windu?”

“Like you aren’t," Obi-Wan feigned thinking before planting a smirk on his face, "Okay, what is your Grievous tactic?”

“How do you know that?” Anakin burst out.

“I just have a second sense when it comes to your stupidity,”

“I swear if Rex told you-”

“Wrong trooper.”

“Wrong trooper! Which other ones have you been hanging out with? Wait. Are you stealing my men?”

Obi-Wan just smiled.

“Fine. Ahsoka sits on my shoulders and we wield four sabers like him.”

“By the force, Anakin -”

“We spin them manically and-”

“Wait. Where did you get the fourth lightsaber?” Obi-Wan interrupted

Anakin grew quiet, his voice reluctant, “Sometimes Cody doesn’t return it to you immediately, and we both know he’s weak to Ahsoka’s tooka eyes, like most of the men,” Anakin trailed off. Just as Obi-Wan was going to scald him he carried on, “What would you do if you weren’t a Jedi?”

Obi-Wan decided to let go of his line of questioning in hopes of avoiding going grey early. “I don’t know - I’d want to help people. I could say something rather Jedi-like, such as work the land. But I’m afraid I was put off that when I was sent to the Agricorps. Realistically, I’d probably still be a general as I am now - just without a lightsaber. As much as I hate war and the bloodshed that comes with it - I am rather good at it. As much as I try to be the perfect Jedi, my skills lay in an area which juxtaposes that. It is ironic, I suppose, that I was never meant to be a Jedi Knight, I become one anyway, and then my speciality recognised by the Council is the furthest thing from peace.”

“What?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed on his glass and his signature resonated with shame, “I had planned on never telling you that. But it just felt like you needed to know. I’m sorry if I’ve shattered your image of me.”

Anakin’s face lit up with relief, “You’re not perfect”, he breathed out.

“No,” Obi-Wan’s low chuckle was exasperated and self loathing, “No, Anakin, I’ve never been perfect.”

“Why didn’t you want to tell me?”

“Because I was ashamed of my past, still am. I was a run-of-the-mill youngling: too much anger and too much pride. No Masters wanted me and I was sent to the Agricorps.”

“What do you mean no Master wanted you? You and Qui-Gon were so close!”

Obi-Wan looked down and moved away from Anakin. “We weren’t as close as you think, these memories are from when you were young and naïve. We were too different, we fought and I always knew he didn’t want me. You saw how quickly he threw me away for you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You were the best thing to come from him,” Obi-Wan’s voice was steeped in a resentment that Anakin had never thought possible.

“You were angry. As a youngling”

“Very much so. Anger and attachment were always my biggest pitfalls. I’ve worked hard on them, but I’m afraid my issues with attachments have grown rather than disappeared.”

Anakin smiled at that, taking Obi-Wan’s hand, “You know, I never realised how much like me you were. Nearly as much as a disappointment to the Jedi.”

Obi-Wan laughed, body shaking as a smile replaced his reminiscent scowl, “Well, only one of us has left the order.”

“You’re joking”

“No, Melida/Daan. Qui-Gon wouldn’t stay to help the children in the war. I did.”

“Your experience being a General before this?”

“Yes.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, comfortable in each other's presence. But as Anakin stewed in the other’s words his anxiety leaked into the force.

“This could have really helped me when I was a Padawan.”

“I know. I’m sorry. It was selfish to want to maintain the way you saw me - the perfect Jedi.”

“I always compared myself to you, looked up to you, I resented you for a bit because of it.”

“I know. And I knew at the time. I was not the Master you needed.”

“You were the best Master you could be,”

Obi-Wan laughed self-deprecatingly.

“No, Master, I mean it. You weren’t the problem. I was,” Anakin paused and wringed his hands as he considered his next words, “My anger was-is a problem. I have done things I regret and that you would hate me for.”

Obi-Wan’s shock at that statement had him sitting straight and placing a hand on Anakin’s cheek, “No, Anakin, I could never hate you, never, you’re my Padawan. I love you.”

Anakin recoiled from the touch, not believing he deserved his Master’s love at this moment. A man so ashamed of leaving the Jedi to save children in a way zone as a Padawan. Anakin had much worse things to be ashamed of. Things he didn’t think Obi-Wan could ever even imagine himself doing. Tears gathered in his eyes as he looked down at his lap through his lashes.

“I killed the Tusken Raiders. They hurt my mother - she’s dead - and I killed them all,” the tears began streaming down his cheeks.

“Oh, oh, Anakin, dearest” Obi-Wan whispered.

Anakin couldn’t stand that tone. He stood up and began passing. Eyes puffy and hands shaking, he began to shout, “I cut them down and felt nothing. The children - they screamed for their mothers - like I had - and I cut them down like animals. I hated them. And the dark, the dark it curled around me - it was like someone was choking me and cutting me off from my body and my emotions like I was a puppet killing them all.”

He grabbed his hair tightly in his hands and pulled, sinking down to the ground, “I killed them, I killed them,” it was as if the fog had cleared and Anakin was realising this for the first time.

“Hey,” Obi-Wan stepped forward and gently grasped his Padawan’s wrists, trying to untangle his hair from his unyielding grip, “Anakin, stop. You’re hurting yourself.”

“I hurt them.”

“Yes, you did. And you can’t change that,” Obi-Wan took a calming breath and repressed his shock and upset, his Padawan looked so small and this darkness wasn’t all his own.

“Anakin, what you did was wrong and entrenched in darkness. But you are light. This action hasn’t changed that. And I do not think it happened without influence. But Anakin, so many Jedi struggle with the dark. We have the power to enact our own judgement and no one can stop us. That is why we need to stop ourselves. And this time you didn’t. You can’t bring back the Tuskens, but you can let go of your anger and make sure this won't happen again.”

“I don’t know how to let it go.”

“Oh, Anakin-”

“It is so deep inside me, tangled with all the light,” Anakin let Obi-Wan take his hands away from his hair, staring far into his eyes, “Master, help.”

“I wish I had seen this sooner. Anakin, tomorrow morning we will start. We will meditate together and I can guide you.”

“Please, I’m sorry.”

“I know, dear one,” Obi-Wan collected Anakin into his arms.

“Will you tell the council?”

“No, at least not for now.”

“They will kick me out and then I’ll have to leave you and Ahsoka and Rex and-”

“Anakin, if they expelled you we would all follow.”

“Oh. Why won’t you tell them?”

“I don’t trust them to judge the situation fairly, there is something not quite right in the council. They’re stuck in ways from times which have long passed. And Quinlan and I may be doing some under the radar investigating that which is influencing and amplifying your darkness may help.”

“You’re both taking a mission they’ve denied.”

“They can’t deny that they don’t know about.”

Anakin smiled for a moment in the comfortable silence before sombering again. “I thought you’d be angry at me,” Anakin whispered.

“No,” sadness filled Obi-Wan as he gently took Anakin’s face into his hands and placed a kiss on his forehead, “No, my Padawan, I could never be angry at you.”

He pulled a blanket to him with the force and wrapped them in it, “I wish you had told me, but I wasn’t the most approachable Master. I put walls between us unintentionally, to protect myself I guess, and you. I didn’t want you to grow attached. I knew I was and wanted to spare you the judgement and the pain. I wasn’t a good role model so part of me felt better when you despised me in your late teens. I’m truly sorry I wasn’t a better Master, Anakin. But know now, you can tell me anything and I will always love you. I raised you, all parts of you.”

“I’m sorry.” Anakin’s eyes were dry, but red and puffy, he had run out of tears and exhaustion hit him. “I’m also married to Padme.”

“I know,”

“I broke the code again.”

“Yes, but that is the order’s code - not the Jedi's.”

Anakin looked at him in confusion.

“You know, I am in a relationship of sorts with Cody.”

Anakin burst out of the blanket in shock, suddenly very awake, “Cody!”

“I thought it was obvious, even the council knows, unofficially of course. Another reason they make life harder for our lineage.”

“I didn’t know.”

“-Because you were trying so hard to conceal your own relationship. I mean, you mentioned only earlier that he carried my lightsaber.”

“I didn’t think it meant anything.”

“Aren’t I always telling you that your lightsaber is your life?”

Over the shock of the new information, desperately trying not to think about Cody and his Master, Anakin asked: “How did you know about Padme and me?”

“Everyone knows, you’re not very subtle.”

Anakin huffed in annoyance.

“It's okay, Anakin. I forgive you for everything. I only ask that you forgive me for not making sure you understood the rule of attachment and for not teaching you my own interpretation.”

“What I have to forgive you for is nothing compared to what I did.”

“And yet I forgive you. I always will so long as you realise that you were wrong and want to do better. I think we forget that the Jedi code is not what we should or can be, but an ideal we should strive for, to be as close to as we can.”

“What do you think about not allowing love?”

“I think you mean not allowing attachment. Love and attachment are different. Love is selfless, attachment selfish - something that would lead you to do anything to keep those that are yours. Attachment is possessive, love is not.”

Anakin looked as if the origins of the universe had been revealed.

“Some Jedi believe we should not love, for love leads to attachment. But to be a Jedi is to live enveloped by the force, to welcome all aspects of it. Not to command it, like the dark, but to embrace it. The force is life, and loving is such a fundamental aspect of life that to ban it is to sensor a huge chunk of the force. Jedi are taught to be compassionate, and I believe it is only by loving truly, selflessly and in a way open to all life forms that we can truly be so to all.”

“How do you stop love becoming attachment?”

“I don’t know - it's never been my strong suit. If you were taken I would tear cities apart to find you, just as you would for Ahsoka - and I would too.”

“I would for you as well.”

“I’m not sure if I should say thank you or not. I know that I would not react in a very Jedi way. I have these attachments and they won't go, and I’m not willing to work on letting them go. But if you were ever to be killed, which I pray to the force doesn’t happen, I would have to accept it. It would kill me to do so, but I would - eventually. And I have in the past. I think, the law of attachment, is recognising that you are attached but building boundaries that you won't cross. I may be angry, but I would try my hardest not to let go and act on it. I would think about how you wouldn’t want me to fall. Although this is all easier said than done.”

“I can love Padme, you, Ahsoka, Rex, my men and my droids and do everything in my power to not let them get hurt so long as I don’t hurt others in the process.”

“Yes. We are not judges. Nor do we have any right to execute our will because of our emotions. But we do have a right to feel those emotions. For example, I would travel anywhere to save you, but not if it put the lives of all my men at risk. I am responsible for them, and my attachments aren’t theirs.”

Anakin nodded and tears welled in his eyes, “I want to be like that. Good. Like you. But I wasn’t. How do I know that I will be next time?”

“You know that you can talk to me, or at least I hope you do,” Obi-Wan stood up.

“Yes,” Anakin took the other’s hand and was pulled upright, they headed towards Anakin’s bunk where Obi-Wan unceremoniously plonked him, “When did you get so wise, Master?”

“I always have been,” Obi-Wan chuckled, “You’ve just never listened before.”

Obi-Wan returned to his own bunk and laid down, closing his eyes. Just as he began to drift off Anakin woke him, “Wait, all those nighttime council meetings that were too secret for me to attend, were you fucking Cody?”

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan scalded before a blush sprayed across his cheeks, “Yes, but unlike you and Padme I enjoy the illusion of discreteness.”

“Ugh, Master, I didn’t need to know that.”

“You asked,” Obi-Wan sounded all too amused at his Padawan’s disgust. “Now rest. I’m sure tomorrow will be exhausting.”

“And yet you always tell me meditating is restful.”

“Not when you’re complaining the whole way through.”

“I won’t, I promise. Not for this. Good night, Master.”

“Good night, Anakin.”

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I miss him (tech&hunter&crosshair)

No warnings apply

Tech's emotions over flow after going unsaid for too long. Hunter realises his brother needs some support and that forgetting about Crosshair isn't good for any of them. Omega is the perfect younger sister.

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As the Havoc-Marauder settled into hyperspace, the tension in the ship dispersed and was replaced by the friendly familiarity between the members. Hunter had a hand on Omega’s shoulder as she excitedly rattled off her and Wrecker’s accomplishments on their side, Wrecker interrupting with his own equally excited comments whilst echo (who had spun round in the co-pilot’s seat) nodded along trying and failing to cover up the fact he was scanning them all for injuries. Tech didn’t face them, eyes set on the blur of stars before them, fiddling absentmindedly with a clump of wires he had picked up and had no plan for.

“And then I shot the droid with my bow” “Right in the head, kid’s got perfect aim” “And that’s when Crosshair arri-”

Omega was interrupted by a sharp clang from the pilot’ seat. They all turned to face Tech whose cheeks flushed as he picked up the wires before turning away from them without so much as a glance in their direction.

“Hey, Tech, you alright?” Hunter’s concerned voice broke the silence.

“Affirmative, I have sustained no injuries. Neither has the ship. I apologize for the interruption”

Hunter kept his eyes trained on Tech’s back but didn’t probe him any further, a squeeze to Omega’s shoulder signalling her to carry on.

“Crosshair arrived and started shooting at us and his aim was so good but luckily Wrecker threw a crate at him so we had time to run around the corner.” “You know how delicate Cross can be - took him minutes to get up again” “And then we made it to you and had that whole stand off”

That’s when Echo interrupted, providing his ARC interpretation and analysis on their efforts. Hunter tended to forget how much experience the man had, working so closely with Rex and found himself nodding along with him. The conversation soon got thrown off into a tangent about the new TK soldiers and other developments the Empire were making from the GAR.

Hunter found himself pausing and waiting for Tech’s interjections; he was so animated when they first discovered the changes with the Commandos. But Tech sat silently at the Cockpit’s control desk. As he drowned out the surrounding conversation to take note of the Pilot’s tense shoulders and un-Tech-like lack of precision while handling the wires he felt his concern grow.

He pulled himself back to Echo and Wrecker’s conversation, intending to send them away so he could talk with Tech and figure out what was wrong.

“Yeah, we could’a used a sniper,” Wrecker vigorously announced. “I will admit, Crosshair being a traitor’s kind'a inconvenient. Don’t see him coming and suddenly you're being shot at.” “What’s not inconvenient is not having an attitude!” Wrecker laughed.

“Shut up!” Tech suddenly stood up, his wires thrown to the ground and the chair spinning from the force he left it with. “Shut up shut up!”

He flung his helmet across the cockpit and smashed into the wall with a loud crash. Omega startled and hurried out of the room.

Hunter took a step back and resisted the urge to cover his ears. He felt his stomach lurch at the sight of tears streaking from behind Tech’s goggles. Wrecker and Echo were frozen, mouths still open.

“He’s not a traitor!

“Tech, he’s literally hunting us down for the Empire,” Echo stated whilst Wrecker shouted: “If he wasn’t a traitor he would be with us now.”

“Hunting us down? What like you did to Omega, Wrecker?”

Wrecker physically flinched back, tears welling in his eyes whilst they started to freely stream down Tech’s face.

“It’s not him. It’s not. It wasn’t you trying to shoot Omega in the face. Cross wouldn’t betray us. And you’ve abandoned him. None of you care - none of you did. He got left behind. We left him behind and none of you care or feel bad,” tremors began to wrack through his body violently, “We left him behind. We are the traitors. He’s all alone - the Empire doing maker knows what to him - and we aren’t saving him because none of you care!”

“Tech-” Hunter slowly stepped forward, hands raised in a placating manner.

“What? You're the one who made us leave him. You’re our sergeant, you’re meant to keep us together and you didn’t”.

“Tech-” He signalled for the others to leave, “We did what we could, but we couldn’t get out of their alive and save him.”

“Bullshit - that’s just what you tell yourself.”

“Maybe you’re right-” Hunter considered his options.

It was rare for Tech to feel emotions strongly, let alone let them out. When Tech had breakdowns like this it would be after something had been building for weeks. Hunter cursed himself for not having noticed the signs: taking the night shift so he didn't have to sleep in front of them because of nightmares; not eating’ overworking so he didn't have to think about it. Crosshair was usually the one who helped Tech in these situations, he was the only one Tech felt comfortable speaking to about these matters actually, the both of them not feeling as strongly as Hunter, Wrecker or Echo. He should have seen this coming with Tech’s closest brother being unavailable.

“Tech, tell me, was there a way for us to get out alive with Crosshair? Think.” He commanded, hoping that giving Tech the puzzle would help his analytical mind ease the onslaught of emotions so Hunter could begin to help him with them.

“No.” Tech's voice was strained and croaky from shouting. He slumped forward with resignation at the admission.

Hunter stepped forward and laid a hand on his back. Tech flinched away for a second before falling into his brother’s chest. Hunter wrapped his arms around the slender man and realised this was the first time he had hugged Tech. A pang of guilt made its way through his body as he wondered whether it was more than their similarity that had Tech heading to Crosshair for comfort. Hunter found Tech’s constant babble exhausting and incomprehensible, sometimes leading him to be a bit short with the others.

“What brought this on?” He asked.

“They talk about him as if he’s no different than Rampart or Bane or Tarkin. But he is. He’s our brother. And then they don’t talk about him at all. No one’s mentioned that he’s gone.”

They had all been so concerned with Omega’s safety they hadn’t had time to mourn Crosshair’s separation and Tech, finding emotions as confusing and illogical as he does, had never felt confident to bring him up - not with Wrecker often ignoring what he said assuming he won't understand and other more urgent situations ongoing.

“Do you want to talk about it - him now?”

“I miss him.”

“So do we.”

“Really.” Tech deadpanned, “”It surely gives that impression when you all spend hours insulting him”.

“Perhaps convincing ourselves we weren't as close to him saves us the pain from his absence.”

Tech stayed silent.

“I will talk to the others. And Tech,” he waited until his eyes met his younger brother’s. “We will get him back. I promise.”

Tech sobbed into Hunter’s chest in response. They stood like that for a while, until they heard the door open behind them. Omega poked her head in the cockpit, concern worrying about her face.

“Tech, are you okay?”

“I will be.” He pulled away from Hunter, his cold exterior returning quicker than Hunter would have liked, “I apologise for scarring you.”

Omega reached down and picked up his wires, handing them back to him, “It’s okay,” she smiled, “We’ll get him back.”

The rest of the group filtered back in, they cast Tech concerned glances which he pretended to not notice. The atmosphere was awkward, the conversation choppy as they tried to stick to light subjects. But Omega’s game with her Bad Batcher doll drew them all in.

Tech tapped Omega on the shoulder and passed her a small toy bow he had made with the wires.

“This is so cool, she matches me now!” Omega lurched forward and hugged her older brother.

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Star Wars Fanfic Master list

Obi-Wan X Anakin

His first time - Anakin guides a nervous Obi-Wan through his first time (NSFW) AO3 Tumblr

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I would never be angry at you - Anakin comes clean about the Tusken Raiders and Padme to Obi-Wan (Mentioned Anidala, CodyWan) AO3 Tumblr

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I would never be angry at you - Anakin comes clean about the Tusken Raiders and Padme to Obi-Wan (Mentioned Anidala, CodyWan) AO3 Tumblr

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I miss him - Hunter comforts Tech as he lets his emotions about Crosshair out AO3 Tumblr

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I miss him - Hunter comforts Tech as he lets his emotions about Crosshair out AO3 Tumblr

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NSFW !!! His First Time - Obikin

NSFW Warning!

Anakin takes the lead as he gently guides a shy and nervous Obi-Wan through his first time.

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2,900 Words //

Anakin opened the door to his shared apartment with Obi-Wan and was greeted by the sight of his Master’s back before the oven. He took a moment to appreciate the view, eyes falling to the other man’s ass before approaching. He thanked the force that the war had meant that moving them out of the Master-Padawan suite was on the bottom of the Council’s to-do list and then thanked the force again that he didn’t need to hide his appreciation of his Master’s body any more.

“That smells nice,” he felt Obi-Wan jump as he slid his arms around the ginger’s waist, resting his head on his shoulder, “You didn’t notice me coming in? So much for being a Jedi Master.” Anakin placed a gentle kiss on the side of his neck.

“I was concentrating, Anakin.” Obi-Wan sighed feigning mild annoyance but unable to keep the slight smile at the corners of his mouth at bay.

“I can tell. You’re not going to be killing me off tonight are you? It’s a bit early in our relationship for that.”

“For your information, I’m following one of your recipes,” he reached over to grab some spices from the rack and grimaced at the worn list Anakin had written in his teens, “are you sure I need to add so much spice?”

“Yes. I can’t stand your food. Bland or burnt. All that exquisite tea with so much unnecessary preparation and yet you have no taste when it comes to food.”

Obi-Wan sighed and began pouring it in, “How was your day?”

“Hm.”

“That bad?”

Anakin didn’t give him an answer, just returned his mouth to Obi-Wan's neck and began peppering kisses up to his jaw.

“I’m assuming Master Windu didn’t hold back then.”

“Stop talking about Windu”

Obi-Wan began to correct Anakin on his lack of ‘Master’ but the words died on his tongue when Anakin began sucking a mark into his neck. The steady hands gripping into his hips and the light sharpness where Anakin’s teeth grazed against his skin had Obi-Wan reaching forward to grab the counter top - cheeks flushed and breath hitched, “Anakin, I’m trying to cook.”

“And I’m trying to enjoy my lovely Master.”

“Anakin-” Blotchy redness spread down his throat and he suddenly felt very hot. As Anakin reached a hand into his tunic, slipping it off his shoulders, Obi-Wan’s skin burned with the contact.

Anakin reached forward, letting go of the other man and set the curry to simmer. He spun Obi-Wan around by the hips and pulled him towards the sofa. Anakin grinned as he took the wrists of the smaller man and pushed him down onto it, revelling in how easily Obi-Wan followed his lead. He got onto the sofa, leaning over Obi-wan and sank down so that their lips met. He began slow and gentle as he knew was preferred but once Obi-Wan’s hands were gripping at his hair to pull him closer he obliged, skimming his tongue along the other’s lip and biting them gently asking for them to be opened. Obi-Wan jerked the hand matted in Anakin’s curls in shock at the bite causing Anakin to let out a moan. Obi-Wan tightened his hold on Anakin’s hair, opening his mouth and letting the other take the lead as he skirted his tongue around.

Anakin’s hands lay either side of Obi-Wan’s head, closing him in and allowing Anakin to cover every inch of his body. He experimentally ground his hips down against Obi-Wan, breaking the kiss and letting a breath out, checking in on the other.

Obi-Wan’s blush had spread and he let out a small ‘oh’ when their erections touched. Anakin noticed embarrassment seeping its way into his lover’s eyes as he broke the contact. Laughing gently and resuming the kiss, Anakin did it again. He ran his hand down either side of Obi-Wan’s body, pushing the tunic completely off so that his chest was bare, and enjoyed the goose bumps that rose.

When Anakin’s hands reached Obi-Wan’s crotch, he suddenly broke the kiss, withdrawing his hands from Anakin’s hair to cover his face. Endearment flowed through Anakin as he felt how flustered and embarrassed Obi-Wan was in the force.

“You don’t have to hide,” Anakin smiled. He gently linked fingers with Obi-Wan and pulled his arms away, their eyes met. “It’s okay,” Anakin placed a kiss onto Obi-Wan’s knuckles and waited for Obi-Wan to settle and reach for him before they continued.

Obi-Wan’s mouth met Anakin’s and he took the lead in the kiss, exploring the others mouth. Obi-Wan’s hand’s slipped down Anakin’s sides and tapped them, letting Anakin know he intended to remove his robes. As Obi-Wan fiddles with the belt, Anakin trailed his mouth to Obi-Wan’s shoulder, biting at the freckles splattered across them. Obi-Wan pulled the robes off until they were both left in their leggings.

Obi-Wan pressed a kiss to Anakin’s jaw before flipping them over, leaning over the over man he cautiously nibbled his way down Anakin stomach, smiling in confidence when Anakin began arching his back and breathing heavier. Anakin embedded his hand in the auburn locks and pulled Obi-Wan’s face back up to meet his own.

“Do you want to do it today?”

Obi-Wan suddenly looked nervous, but he steadied his resolve and nodded, “please.”

“Well Master, let’s go to the bedroom so I can ravish you.”

Obi-Wan laughed at Anakin’s tone and headed to their room, Anakin catching up to him and swooping him up into his arms. Obi-Wan huffed in feigned annoyance as Anakin unceremoniously carried him to the bed and plonked him down on it with little to no grace. “How very gentlemanly of you, my dear,” he muttered, the sarcasm emphasising his accented lilt.

Anakin settled between Obi-Wan’s legs and attached his mouth to the other’s throat. Quickly finding his way to Obi-Wan’s nipple he sucked onto it and brushed his teeth against it, the sensitivity causing him to squeak in shock. Anakin’s mouth formed a toothy smile as he carried his way down to the hips. Brushing his teeth over them he sucked dark bruises on his path to Obi-Wan's leggings. Obi-Wan seemed to freeze and hold his breath. Anakin’s hands hovered against the waist band.

“Can I carry on?”

“I don’t - I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s okay, we’re doing it together and we can take it slow.”

“But you do know what you’re doing.”

“Yes, so you don’t need to worry about it. I can make it feel good for both of us. But if you want to stop we will. I can wait until you’re ready. I know it’s all been very sudden today.”

Obi-Wan seemed to be frustrated, “That’s not what I mean, I want to do it. But I’m not going to be good like they are-were.”

“Who?”

“Those people you’ve already done it with. I can’t - I won’t,” he paused to gather his thoughts, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

Anakin let go of Obi-Wan, sitting up as he felt doubt skirt across their bond, the force vibrating with Obi-Wan’s shame, embarrassment and insecurity.

“They meant nothing, they were drunken flings on random planets from my teenage years when I was helplessly moping over you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply-”

“I know you didn’t, don’t be sorry. It doesn’t matter this is your first time. I love you so of course it will be better. And we have plenty of time to practice - the rest of our lives right?” Anakin smirked, but stopped when he realised this wasn’t assuring Obi-Wan.

“If you’re really uncomfortable we will stop. I don’t want you to feel like that. But if you still want to, I can explain as we go along and we can take it very slow. I won’t be disappointed by you, not ever. Just getting to spend time with you and kiss you is more than I could have hoped for.”

“You want me, like this?”

“Of course”

Obi-Wan let out a breath, “But you’re so beautiful, you could have anyone.”

“So could you”

At Obi-Wan’s bitter laugh Anakin carried on, “You are perfect and I love you, Obi-Wan. Clever and kind and pretty and definitely hot,” he over-exaggerated looking Obi-Wan up and down, enjoying the laugh it pulled out of the other, “you taught me everything I know, you’re always there for me, how could I not love you?”

“I love you too.”

Anakin leaned down, capturing Obi-Wan’s lips.

“You’ll be gentle?”

“Yes. I can make it feel good, make you feel so good.”

“Please Anakin.”

Anakin pulled off Obi-Wan’s leggings and then his own before settling back down. He gently held Obi-Wan’s cock. Obi-Wan jumped at the cold, realising Anakin must have grabbed some lubricant. Anakin’s hand slowly stroked up and down, his finger swiping over the tip, his mechanical hand rested on Obi-Wan’s hip. Obi-Wan was sprawled out beneath him, his hair like a halo around his head. Anakin lent further forward, licking his tongue against the head and darting his eyes up to gage the other’s reaction - eyes fully closed and mouth parted slightly.

“Beautiful,” Anakin muttered, before taking Obi-Wan’s cock into his mouth. At the heat and suction Obi-Wan bucked forward, his hand coming to rest in Anakin's hair, he apologised meekly but Anakin responded by taking it further down his throat. Anakin enjoyed the gasps and broken moans coming from the over man as he took the entire length and worked it with his tongue. When he tasted Obi-Wan’s precum, he pulled backwards. Obi-Wan’s eyes opened in fear he had done something wrong.

Anakin moved upwards to plant a reassuring kiss on Obi-Wan’s forehead, then grabbing the lube and applying more to his hand. He massaged Obi-Wan’s opening gently, waiting as Obi-Wan slowly relaxed.

“Are you doing okay?”

“Please, Anakin,” Obi-Wan’s voice was strained as he let out a frustrated moan, wanting Anakin to continue.

“I’m going to open you up now, stretch you for my cock.” Obi-Wan moaned out a string of pleas. “Make you feel so good Master,” Anakin slowly pressed the finger in, watching it disappear slowly into the hole, “fill you up.”

Obi-Wan clenched his eyes and made himself relax, sucking in a breath. His breath hitched as Anakin began pumping it in and out. Obi-Wan slowly opened and began letting out quiet gasps and moans. “I’m adding another now.” Obi-Wan's mouth opened as Anakin added another finger. The stretch wasn’t too uncomfortable and he began pushing himself back against them. “Do you like it?” Anakin asked as his finger found the other’s prostate, he dragged them against it slowly causing the other to let out a loud moan.

“Yes, please, Anakin.”

“Please what, Master?”

“I need you.”

Anakin smiled at the desperate yet blissed state of his lover and added another finger, “One more.”

Eventually Anakin withdrew his fingers and tapped his cock against Obi-Wan’s stretched hole. “Anakin please, now.”

“So impatient,” but Anakin didn’t leave him waiting. He slowly pushed halfway in, cock twitching when he watched Obi-Wan’s eyes roll back as he moaned.

“More.”

Anakin obliged and pressed further, waiting for Obi-Wan to fully adjust. When Obi-Wan began squirming Anakin moved down, face barely above the other’s and pressed their lips together. He rhythmically thrust in and out, catching Obi-Wan’s moans in his mouth. He took Obi-Wan’s wrists in his hands and pressed them into the bed. As he rocked in and out - the pants Obi-Wan let out only urged him further.

“You’re doing so good Obi-Wan, so good. Perfect for me.”

He latched onto a bruise left on Obi-Wan’s neck from earlier, “Anakin-”

“So good for me, my Master.” At that Obi-Wan moaned, his hole clenching down on Anakin’s cock causing his movements to stutter. Anakin’s pupils blew wide in lust. “Do you like that, Obi-Wan? Being good for me and taking me so well, so perfectly?”

“Yes, please, Anakin”

“”What do you want?”

“You, please.”

Anakin moved his hips further, thrusting in deeper and brushing against his prostate. In bliss, Obi-Wan arched off the bed into Anakin’s body.

Being above Obi-Wan, pushing into him, holding him down by his wrists, having him be so good caused the pit of desire in Anakin’s stomach to grow. “Mine,” he growled into Obi-Wan’s ear, licking at the lobe, “So good for me, my Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, yours, Anakin.”

Precum was leaking out of Obi-Wan, his hole clenching down on Anakin, no longer able to talk as he moaned.

“Are you going to come for me Obi-Wan, just from my cock?”

Obi-Wan’s voice shook and his words were slurred, “Close.”

“Come on Master, come for me, show me how perfect you are for my cock.”

Obi-Wan’s body jerked and his hips pressed against Anakin as he came, Anakin swallowing his moan in his mouth. As Obi-Wan came down, his lidded eyes and dazed, blissed gaze fixed on Anakin, he brought a hand up to caress Anakin’s face. Anakin’s thrusts faltered as he buried deep and came into Obi-Wan, moaning against his lover.

He fucked in a few more times before pulling out, moaning as he watched his come trickle out of Obi-Wan. He looked at the other’s face and returned the sweet smile he found. He shuffled beside Obi-Wan, planting his face into the auburn hair and wrapping him in his arms. Obi-Wan let out a please sigh as he snuggled against Anakin.

“That was good, I liked it.”

Anakin laughed at the phrase, “First time having sex, get your brains fucked out and all you have to say is ‘it was good’”

Obi-Wan playfully swatted a hand at Anakin, “It was, I’m sorry my brains not up for flowery metaphors right now.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment then.”

Anakin planted a kiss to Obi-Wan’s head before standing up, sighing as the over reached for him. “I’m going to run a bath for us.” Obi-Wan sulkily huffed at the lack of contact but was content remaining in the bed until Anakin carried him to the bathroom. “I can walk you know.”

“I know,” Anakin smiled, “But you’re so cute and droopy like this.”

As Obi-Wan soaked in the warm bubbles Anakin removed the bedding before returning behind him, resting his chin on the freckled shoulder. They helped each other clean before settling to simply take up the heat.

The fire alarm pierced through the apartment.

Anakin leapt up without his towel and rushed to the kitchen, suddenly remembering the curry. Smoke billowed out from the cooker whilst he waved a tea-towel to disperse the smoke in vain. Obi-Wan emerged from the bathroom wearing a towel.

“Maybe try to stop the fire first, Anakin,” he explained. He used the extinguisher and turned off the appliances. Just as Obi-Wan shot Anakin an exasperated frown the door flung open.

Master Windu stood in the doorway, holding an extinguisher, “Is everything oka-” he paused when he saw the two men but seemed unfazed by their dampness and various degrees of nakedness and instead fixed eyes with Obi-Wan smirking.

“Looks like you were distracted”

Anakin’s face contorted into a grimace.

“Mace, no," Obi-Wan began.

“Oh, the council will be hearing about this.”

“Mace!”

“The days of you escaping the council meetings without verbal humiliation are over, wait until Plo hears about your escapades. And Quinlan’s gonna love it.”

“Mace!”

“Remember how bad it was when we found out about Bly and Aayla, this is gonna be much more fun.”

Anakin’s face turned mortified as he realised the council was going to discuss this. Obi-Wan simply sighed and closed the door in Mace’s face, eyes rolling at the laughing coming from the other side, “At least he enjoyed that, I haven’t seen him laugh so much in months.”

“The council is going to kill us," Anakin whispered - not recognising the light amusement and embarrassment Obi-Wan was projecting into he force.

Obi-Wan picked up Anakin’s panic realised he hadn’t noticed Master Windu’s playful tones. “He’s not going to kill us, I’m just going to get absolutely grilled in the next council meeting. I’m sure there were a few bets you know. But he's not going to kill us.”

The familiar dynamic of Obi-Wan guiding Anakin returned as the bedroom mood dispersed and the real world returned.

“They don’t mind?”

“Of course not, they’re not as bad as in your imagination, Padawan. Although their teasing will make the next meeting difficult. I’ve told you Anakin, attachments are discouraged, not relationships.”

“What if I’m attached to you, though.”

“I know I’m attached to you, and I was attached to Qui-Gon. I have many attachments, it has always been my weakness. You just have to compartmentalise. Never put the lives of innocents or your anger and loss above the code. You can feel attached without letting yourself act attached.”

“I don’t know if I can, what if I lose you.”

“We’re both on the front lines, Anakin. And yes we could lose each over, but our men, our responsibilities and the next battle will keep us moving forward. And besides, it’s more dangerous but it also means we’re stationed together more often.”

“We’re the Team.”

“Yes, and I love you.”

“Love you too.” Anakin cast a mournful eye to the curry, “I’m not cleaning that.”

“I will clean it when we get back,” Obi-Wan walked into his room and headed straight to his closet.

“From where?”

“Dex’s”

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