#vaderwan fic

[obikinshipper]

In Your Room || VaderWan fic

Summary: Somewhere between OWK and OT, Obi-Wan meets once more with Darth Vader and this time he stays. Or: The touch-starved VaderWan ficlet that wrote itself after I watched OWK.

Made for the #Obikin Valentine Exchange | Cross posted on AO3

In your room by Obikinshipper

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Obi-Wan's eyes well with tears, his heart lurching in his chest with sorrow,

"Anakin–" he breathed brokenly, his eyes taking in the light reflecting on his helmet, his obscured eyes covered in tinted lenses, the life support suit and long cape. There was not a hint of the man he had known and cared for for years and years, except for his energy signature, so familiar and yet so overwhelmingly dark, it felt like it was pressing down on his lungs. He swallowed his words. The sound of Vader's breathing filled the room. And then he spoke.

"There is no Anakin, Obi-Wan. Only I remain." Obi-Wan felt his heart being lacerated, even his very voice, now modulated to sound so unlike the one he knew, he truly had lost Anakin that day.

What have I done?

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Vader is tall, taller than Anakin had been, so when he reaches for him on his toes he isn't truly able to see him eye to eye but it is enough to bring them closer, and then Vader's helmet is lowering towards him, and Obi-Wan's heart is skipping in his chest, Vader is leaning into him even after all he had done.

His blue gray eyes shine with unshed tears and he blinks them but is unable to rid of them, he brings his hands, carefully, calmly, to the sides of Vader's helmet, not to take it off but to hold, feel it on his palms, as he brushes his thumb along the plasteel ridges he feels it thrumming on his digits, the force itself humming around them.

He looks Vader in the eyes and feels his stomach clench, red tinted lens incapable of hiding the strength of his golden eyes on him, drinking the sight of him, it shakes him to his core, he feels like he is being sucked into Vader's orbit.

He leans in and brushes his lips against the mouth of his helmet in a kiss, feels the perforated surface, the smallest hint of air being pushed through the mask as he hears Vader's electronic controlled lungs exhale, and then he hears,

He hears, Vader's cut off moan, even modulated, reverberating want and longing through his being, and hands soon find his lower back, pulling him tight against the front of his suit, Vader is breathing rapidly and the force is swirling around them dizzyingly or maybe it is just how Obi-Wan feels after giving in to his attachment.

"Obi-Wan..." He could almost hear Anakin's surprised cadence through the modulating box. Vader's hands curl on his hips and a groan rises from his mouthpiece.

He feels, clearly through the force and it breaks him, Vader's increasing frustration and longing even as he brings their bodies closer, crushing every bit of distance between them.

Vader couldn't get close enough, it was devastating him inside. Not with the suit and it was impossible for him to be without it.

I'm here. He sends through the force, he lowers his hands to grip Vader's arms and squeeze. Grounding him. Vader's breathing hitches. I'm here, dear one.

Kiss me. Kiss me again. It sends a shock through him so deep he feels faint, to hear Anakin's voice coming through the force. He can't help it, not with the wave of emotion coming through him, he falls forward into Vader, kisses at his neck piece, the chain below his helmet, the hard lines of his jaw, the grate of his mouth. Pouring into the force his love for Anakin.

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Vader strips Obi-Wan of his tunics and pants, the cold air of the ship hits his bare skin unmercifully, Vader's mech hands, plated black and gold are ungloved and bring Obi-Wan such strong nostalgia he heaves a sigh of longing, but then Vader is touching him, the touch buzzes against his skin and he gasp, he thought it would be cold but Vader feels pleasantly warm. His fingertips caress his chest, trailing small vibrations where they go, it's good, so good. He feels a tug of warmth lower down and feels his face flushing.

May I, Master? Obi-Wan rests his back on Vader's front, tilting his head back to lay on his shoulder, graying ginger locks spilling on black surface. He smiles, bittersweet, thinking back on how he had never heard such words from Anakin's mouth, Anakin who used to act first, ask questions later.

Yes he sighs into the force and it feels like surrender. Vader touches him and he blooms into his hands and in the force his shields fall apart like bubbles burst, unfurling with it wants and needs that long resided within him. And there to meet him is Anakin, curling around him with his dark aura, it blankets him in a caress that is all encompassing.

It should have felt smothering and suffocating, the dark force snuffing out a flame from a candle, he expected roiling waves crashing onto him and taking him under its current. Instead it was palms cupped gently around him, holding him like he's precious. He got the sea at night, endless stars glittering over its surface and waves gently lapping at his sides as he is held afloat in its embrace.

Their souls intertwine as Obi-Wan gasps and moans in his hands, he shares every pleasure he feels with Anakin in the Force, smoothing the sharp edges of Vader's prickling loneliness.

"You shouldn't have come here." Vader says, unreadable.

Through the force he sounds like crying, Never leave me again.

Obi-Wan says, We're one. Feel me. And his palms move gentle against the durasteel of Vader's forearms. Black and gold pull back velvety skin revealing pink slit and a translucent bead of slick, gold digit spreads it over the bulbous head and Obi-Wan's hips raise in the air, he moans shakily.

Every touch and caress has him threatening to spill lust and passion hidden for decades over decades.

Vader is all around him, inside him and permeating him, every breath he takes is one with his, their thoughts and feelings merged, the hands on Obi-Wan are at once Vader's and his own, they are two parts of the same soul. Give yourself to me, Obi-Wan. Let go.

With a shudder and a broken gasp he does, pearly ropes shooting out of him and rain dropping on the mirrored dark floor. Their pleasure like a supernova glowing throughout their bond, warm, comforting, encompassing.

And above the steady humming, Obi-Wan whispers, "I'm yours."

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In your room Where souls disappear Only you exist here In your room Your burning eyes Cause flames to arise

I'm hanging on your words Living on your breath Feeling with your skin Will I always be here?

— In Your Room | Depeche Mode

[magnusbae]

"Quit struggling, you will only make it worse."

Obikin, pretty please /ᐠ - ⩊ -マ Ⳋ

Thank you 🥰 Now imagine if Anakin fell a few years earlier than in canon, still has his limbs and pretty hair, and is currently serving Darth Sidious while fighting on the Separatist side. Something like that 😊 1,137w - vaderwan

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“Quit struggling, you will only make it worse.”

Vader bares his teeth and snarls. He snarls like an animal, like he’s a Tusken Raider and it’s the only way he knows how to communicate in. The thought fills him with an even deeper rage, makes his stomach turn in fury and sickness. He is better than that, he is better than them. He is Lord Vader, not some animal to growl and bark— he does not give a kark. 

He spits at Kenobi’s feet and glares up with as much hatred as his eyes would permit without burning white blind from it. 

“Kriff yourself.” Vader grits out when all he receives for his efforts is an infuriatingly smug smirk. (it’s sad, it’s sad, it’s sad)(he ignores it).

“I think I shall pass.” Kenobi says in that sarcastic manner of his that he reserves for Darksiders only. It should not sting Vader as it does, to be spoken to as if he was one of many.

He should be more than that, he is more than that. He’d make him, he’d—

“Please do stop thinking so loudly, you are ruining an otherwise lovely force weather.” Kenobi cuts this line of thought with some sort of Bantha Poodoo that wouldn’t make sense even on the best of days, least of all when he is busy tying Vader up like he was a Life Day’s gift. 

“Force Weather? Have you lost it entirely old m— argh-” Vader sucks in a breath when he feels the durasteel wire cut deep within his skin, so tight he can feel the instant numbing, indicating that the blood had effectively stopped flowing into that limb.

Concern spikes within Vader, he already has one prosthetic, and he is not very fond of the idea of more, Obi-Wan wouldn’t…. Would he….? 

There is a moment in which he thinks that he would. Thinks that Kenobi had lost any sentiment toward his old apprentice, even the guilt that had kept him from killing him in all the previous times he had managed to get the upper hand. (Through luck)(It’s luck, nothing else.)

Losing a limb due to Kenobi’s poor tying techniques would not be technically Kenobi deciding on killing him but— “Ngh.” He hisses out, teeth scraping together as Kenobi lessens the punishing grip of the wire.

Relief  flood Vader, scorching in its intensity.

“A little too tight there.” Obi-Wan chirps, all amusement and good nature. (He sounds old.)(He sounds broken.) “Apologies, Sweet.” he says with his characteristic charm, his typical ease. (He sounds as if he’d like to retch.)(he sounds sick.)

Vader hates it. Hates. Hates. Hates. He wants the anger, the hurt, the words of disappointment and fury and passion. (Love, love, of love.) He wants Kenobi to be honest, to be direct, to be him. The him that only he knows, that only he saw. He wants Kenobi to, (his chest fills and hurts, his lungs collapse with an inhale he doesn’t manage to keep, his eyes close and he cannot, he cannot lie—) care. Care, he wants him to karkin care. Even a little, even sometimes. Care enough to hurt, care enough to scream, care enough to hurt him. 

“Up and about now.” Obi-Wan says and hauls Vader to his feet. Even in this Kenobi is careful to not hurt him unnecessarily. Do not hurt prisoners, a Jedi would say. The Codes. It’s all he sees in him. The Codes he must follow in order to fulfill his duties. No, no. No, no and no. Anakin— Vader is more, he is more, he was, he is more. 

Twisting about to face Kenobi without being stopped is hard enough, his balance off with the way his arms are bound painfully behind his back. He manages it. He’s quick enough, skilled enough— determined enough.

Without a single thought, without a moment of consideration, Vader’s eyes lock onto his target. The neck.

It’s exposed just enough, with the layers of robes covering the curve of it an the beard reaching just the top of it, there’s just enough space.

Vader strikes as he always does, without warning, without hesitation. One moment he is standing there, wide eyes alight with orange-yellow, the next his lips are closing around soft flesh, teeth sinking.

It’s all over in but moments, and yet the way Obi-Wan groans, the way his throat tenses and he swallows, the way he shudders when he pushes Vader off hard enough to make him stumble and fall back onto the ground— the way there’s blood on that neck, on Vader’s tongue— it’s all worth it.

Vader will do it again, no matter the consequences, no matter how it might look to someone who didn’t understand. 

He will make absolute sure that Kenobi never forgets, never.

Vader makes a point of licking at his lips as he smirks at Kenobi, tilting his head from side to side in a way he saw his Master do while in a good mood and flirting. On him it looks mocking and he knows it.

He takes pleasure in Kenobi having no smart retort to it, no easygoing banter to masquerade with. Vader got him, he had won. 

He is almost angry when the sound of engines breaks through, hundreds of them, all belonging to Sidious. Or the Separatists, as the Republic still foolishly believes. He will never know what words had died on Kenobi’s tongue as he looked up and then down at Vader, calculating his chances of outrunning a fleet of battle ships while carrying an unwilling Sith on his back. 

“Not in your favor, huh?” Vader asks, laughing, not even bothering to get up, instead he just flops to lie on his back. It pains his arms terribly, but he does not care. He looks at the sky as if it was a starry sky you’d gaze upon, wish upon.

“Run now, Kenobi. You’re so good at it, after all.” He does not look at him, does not want to see that back turned on him. (Again. Again. Again that.)

The silence from Kenobi’s side is a heavy one, a painful one. Then he forces out amusedly (Chokes on it.) “We’ll have to rain check our little date, my Dear.” (He does actually choke on it.) (Vader hears, he always does.)

“So long.” The man who raised him cheers, all good spirits and not a care in the world. Then there’s the sound of Obi-Wan’s light feet as he force-runs towards his own ship. Leaves him. 

Anakin closes his eyes and all the world falls down. 

There’s only the sound of shooting and the flavor of Obi-Wan’s life on his tongue. For now, it’ll do. For now, it’s enough. (It is not.)(It never is.)

[sugarpsalms]

Nearly ten years after the fall of the Republic, Palpatine’s grip on the galaxy remains absolute. His enforcer, Darth Vader, spearheads the effort of maintaining peace through terror, but some places and beings go down less easily than others.

You ever have a full menty b, delete all of your fandom presences, then decide a few months later you'd like to finish those fics you orphaned after all? hi yes that's me! If you started this Before (or if you're new!) join me on my new ao3 for this and other fics I'm digging my teeth back into!

[ch 1] // [ch 2]

[thegingerwrites]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

"This Obi-Wan isn’t the same man Anakin grew up with, the same man Anakin has loved for most of his life. He is different now, in ways Anakin loves all the more and in ways that manage to twist his heart a little if he thinks about them too long. This Obi-Wan is more affectionate, more demonstrative. He makes no secret of his love for Anakin. But with his every breath, this Obi-Wan, the one who is warm and alive and responsive beneath Anakin’s hands and his lips, he makes it clear that Anakin belongs. That he is loved. That there is a place in the galaxy for him and that place is at his side." Anakin returns to his Master's side after time away on a mission. He finds Obi-Wan in the old Council chamber, ready to welcome him home.

Happy (belated) Revenge of the Fifth! Enjoy some sith obikin luxuriating in each other and their eventual domination of the galaxy 🖤