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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Put together a last-minute work for @virginwan! This is set in the same verse as my other fic, Their fragrance came from you, but can be read as a standalone
It falls under Day 3: Omegaverse
Preview:
Obi-Wan expected he'd be more nervous than he actually is.
But the moment Anakin laughs, the moment he chirps an enthusiastic "Yes!" against Obi-Wan's lips, the nerves disappear.
Or, maybe not disappear. But they cease to be important, at least.
This is his husband, the love of his life. And very soon, his mate.
it's no sacrifice at all
obikin, explicit, alternate universe/canon divergence (anakin never fell to the dark side), post-war
complete, 11k words
summary:
In the aftermath of the War and in an effort to distract them both, Obi-Wan asks Anakin to join him on his mandated leave to an uninhabited planet deep in wild space that's home to the remnants of an ancient civilisation. Unfortunately for them, it doesn't appear to be uninhabited. Also, the survivors just so happen to be part of the one cult that practices virgin sacrifice. And magic.
This…isn't actually the problem.
literally a month late, but here's my contribution to @virginwan weekend 2026!!
i could not have done this without the help of the amazing @marquevi - ty so much marlow ily!!
Obi-wan glimpsed down at the mess of curls and muscles spread across his chest and had to push down the urge to poke. The alpha’s knot had long since gone down and while some tolerance for contact was expected, Anakin seemed contented to remain a two hundred pounds of lazy nuisance.
Obi-wan’s ‘would-be-padawan’ was honestly kriffing adorable. It had taken less time than he anticipated to convince the council’s ’chosen one’ for sex, but haven’t foreseen the require active participation in ‘cuddling’ during the aftermath.
It wasn’t even supposed to get this far.
Yet even now, with the taste of cum on his tongue and lingering soreness of his ass, Obi-wan couldn’t bring himself to care about following his normal protocol. The the mix of light and black robes remained in a clustered mess amongst ‘Master Kenobi’s’ floor. And not even the uncomfortable cold weight of his bedfellow’s prosthetic against his sweaty chest could convince Obi-wan’s body to leave.
It was supposed to remain a vindictive fuck, a petty attempt to dirty the memory of himself and the alpha that had taken whole of his whole older life.
Before all this; Windu was supposed to be catching Obi-wan up on his own life after his release from medbay. Instead, the Councilman had went off on some spill that more sounded like somebody else’s bibliography. This alpha… this ‘Chosen One’ he was told. Master Kenobi’s knighted padawan at merely eighteen, supposed brother in arms, high general in ranking only after the council and himself. Everything he was, was inseparably interconnected with another’s kriffing name.
Anakin.
Qui-gon’s chosen padawan.
Of course Obi-wan took it a certain way in being told that he had so willingly given so much of his life to the shadow of his Qui-gon’s actual chosen. And, of course, his first course of action was to drag this Chosen Anakin Sky-whatever down to Obi-wan’s lowly level. Cornering the man almost immediately upon introduction and dropping to his knees in line to Sky-something’s crotch.
How can his future self be honestly contented by giving this man so much?
Obi-wan’s lips thrilled in an exaggerated display of boredom and attempted to distract himself by running his fingers through Anakin’s head of perfect curls. Which, of course, were perfect, stupidly soft with hardly a knot to catch amongst his trailing fingers. Unlike Obi-wan’s which resembled closer to a rat’s nest after Anakin’s enthusiastic handling. Grabbing fists fulls as he fucked Obi-wan’s mouth and again when pinning his head down as fucked his virgin cunt to nearly unconsciousness. Anakin had barely let Obi-wan out of his reach since the moment Obi-wan engaged with him. Unsure, but possessive. Confused yet eager.
It was all rather suspicious.
“You looked so dower before…” Obi-wan drew out his accent in a way he knew gridded on most people’s nerves. He slide his wandering hand to trace the back of Anakin’s ear with a mocking imitation of a purr, “Now you look more like a loth-kitten finding a warm spot..”.
He actually felt Anakin roll his eyes against his breast. Even the asshole’s long lashes were pretty if Obi-wan allowed his gaze to linger.
“I can’t believe you were this much of a dick at my age…” Anakin replied muffled against skin and had the boldness to nip at Obi-wan’s nipple. As if a little pain was a punishment.
Obi-wan couldn’t stop himself from smiling, feeling a familiar warmth fill his chest that almost didn’t feel like his own. At least his ‘would-be-padawan’ had some bite.
“Don’t be lazy now..” Obi-wan allowed himself to actually purr to smooth Anakin into easy compliance. And by his lovely curls, Obi-wan pressed Anakin’s head encouragingly to his sensitive nipples. Shivering with delight when Anakin finally took it into his mouth, shyly suckling like a starving pup.
Kriff he was cute.
“How long have you wanted to suck my breasts?” Obi-wan bit back a moan as Anakin’s fangs grazed him. “Did you want to be my pup? Or be the one that put a pup in me?”
“Asshole—-“ Anakin mutter against his tit. Even if their scents weren’t highly repressed by authorized suppressors, the expression Anakin shot him was all Obi-wan needed to pull that adorable pout to his lips. Sky-whatever’s mouth immediately reciprocated, drawing out a muffled laugh by Obi-wan. His enthusiasm was kriffing contagious as Obi-wan gleefully found himself again pinned to the sheets.
Obi-wan happily spread his legs to circle Anakin’s waist and purred at the heat and weight from the cock against his thigh.
“I’ll be nicer after another knot…” Obi-wan purred, fangs playfully bared.
There was probably no cure for the time that was stripped from him, nor how much the council would further strip from him by default. And yet, Obi-wan, for probably the first time, didn’t fear for his place amongst the Jedi.
Not with this their Chosen One clinging to his touch so desperately.
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I don’t write. But I tried. My dyslexia tried real hard!
-instead of becoming one with the force, Obi-wan’s time is reset from Vader’s most tender place. A face of recognizable tenderness before things became complicated. But this Obi-wan only remembers a boy…
Anakin learns of the fundamental roots cementing the shrouds of his destiny and after deems it unacceptable. After death of his children, the annihilation of a legacy and a galaxy set on an inevitable course of repetition, Anakin reaches to past to claw his way for correction. To break the cycle entirely. What he hadn’t expected, was for Obi-wan to remember and set a course off track of his own.
Years passed as Obi-wan and Anakin Skywalker continue to avoid the eyes of the Jedi Order, and the hidden law of the Sith. As their bodies mature slowly into their natural states of mind, Anakin disposes upon Obi-wan a gift of his lightsaber. Asking his soul companion of how he wishes to start their mission…
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💬 6 🔁 25 ❤️ 96 · Resetting Anew · In a galaxy far, far away……
Anakin learns of the fundamental roots cementing the shrouds of his destiny
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-March 1: age reversal.
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I’m so late!! I know! And I’m still missing some. But I’m determined to still complete it.
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Truth by @inubaki
Illustration for Your Pulse, Under My Fingertips by @inubaki
a beginner's guide to divine love by @virgoos
full of the love you want by @jaggededges123
Obi-Wan as the Virgin Mary by @orchidpurple
I want to be there (when you come) by @birdycage
"All He'll See Is Me" by @inubaki
Obi-Wan in a Garter by @orchidpurple
tangled in your trance by @jaggededges123
i want to raise a city behind his teeth by @petralemaitre
Illustration for We'll Be a Dream by @inubaki
ready for the flight or to fall off a cliff by @the-bulletproof-heart
Brother's Keeper by @jaggededges123
Extra Virgin Obi-Wan by @orchidpurple
That's What I've Been Saying This Whole Time by @asteroidstarfield
Dark Fate by @lady-evelin
Wrong Confession by @inubaki
A Shaking, Fragile Breath by @jaggededges123
a touch by @kangaroomousie
blue and gold by @kangaroomousie
Take the power by OnlyG
Safe in Your Arms by Anonymous
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Tags: Sith Obi-Wan Kenobi; Age Swap; Jedi Master Anakin Skywalker; Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi; Force Suppression (Star Wars); Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics; Alpha Anakin Skywalker; Omega Obi-Wan Kenobi; Alpha/Omega; Mating Cycles/In Heat; Mating Bites; Sex; unprotected; Creampie; Knotting; Anakin Skywalker is in Love With Obi-Wan Kenobi; Bonding; Bottom Obi-Wan Kenobi; Top Anakin Skywalker; Hurt/Comfort; Young Obi-Wan Kenobi; Older Man/Younger Man;
Summary: He was halfway across the cell when the field went see-through. Stopped dead in his tracks and planted his heels, shoulders rolling back to mimic an ego worthy of the cockiest alpha. Worthy to match the attitude of the Jedi Master General standing in front of the window, flanked by two clones in near-identical armor and a third further back, by the closed door leading out into the ship.
Obi-Wan smiled. It was an ugly thing that put his canines on full display. Sounds filtered through to him, a low hum and the faint clacking of armor. The commline in had been activated.
"Hello Master Skywalker," Obi-Wan's grin widened.
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The cell was featureless. Smooth walls on three sides, unbroken by anything. No window either, though it would have done little to help him. A small cot, that was all that broke the monotony. That, and the shimmering energy field blocking him inside this prison. It was opaque. A blind spot. The restless energy within him had nowhere to go. Force suppressor cuffs hummed against his wrists, a secondary set kept his hands bound behind his back. They would've been easy to get rid of if not for that annoying first pair. He hadn't gotten a good look at them before they'd been closed around his arms and now he was denied knowing the build of them once more. Not that that would have changed much. Withouf sufficient tools and time on his hands…
He paced the length of the cell. From the wall with the cot to its opposite, never turning his back to the field. Any moment someone could set it to transparent, or worse, deactivate it to deal punishment upon him. The thought of it had Obi-Wan stretching his neck. He wasn't too worried about whatever measly dealings he'd be subjected to - the memories of Force Lightning frying his organs alive was much more potent in that regard. But he would be treated. Punished. By the Jedi who owned the ship, maybe, though that would pale in comparison to what was waiting for him in the dark hole that had become a cruel mockery of a home, for letting himself be captured. It was as certain as knowing the Jedi adhering to their code that forbade them grow attached to anything. The flurry in his stomach tightened into a painful ball. What would this mistake cost him?
He was halfway across the cell when the field went see-through. Stopped dead in his tracks and planted his heels, shoulders rolling back to mimic an ego worthy of the cockiest alpha. Worthy to match the attitude of the Jedi Master General standing in front of the window, flanked by two clones in near-identical armor and a third further back, by the closed door leading out into the ship.
Obi-Wan smiled. It was an ugly thing that put his canines on full display. Sounds filtered through to him, a low hum and the faint clacking of armor. The commline in had been activated.
"Hello Master Skywalker," Obi-Wan's grin widened. "Have you come to appraise your catch? Inspect the goods before you bring it before the mighty council, to judge me for my wrong-doings?"
Anakin stood opposite him, unmoving. Stormy blue eyes tracked the shifting of Obi-Wan's weight as he settled in his stance.
"Truthfully, I am surprised it was you that went through all this effort to trap me in this place - I figured you'd have taken on a new bright-eyed bushy-tailed little Padawan to hang on every word falling from your mouth. No time to spare, raise another one up and send them out into that wide, wild galaxy, chop-chop." The rage simmering within him was a warm, a welcome thing. Cut off the Force as he was it was all that remained that filled him. "It must've been a relief to clear out my old quarters for good, hm? Don't worry, I would've gotten out of your hair after my knighting anyways. This just cut the time short, you understand."
He tipped his head to the side, careful not to let it slip into a sign of submission. Anakin remained quiet. The ever-impulsive, emotions-driven chosen one - calm, collected, quiet. What a joke.
"Just going to stand there staring at your prisoner? No tests, no playing around? No questions? How boring." Anakin blinked, but nothing else changed. "Nothing? Not even a single word for your lost son?"
Anakin lowered his head. The somewhat tinny hidden speakers conveyed the sigh he let out. He looked over his shoulder, nodding to the three clones. His escort fell back and they filed out of the room. The door's locking mechanism echoed through the speakers.
Anakin didn't look at him as he walked to the side. Opened a hidden cupboard in the wall and placed the hilt of his lightsaber inside. It looked much worse for wear than the last time Obi-Wan had seen it, scuffmarks visible even from a distance. Once the compartment had sealed itself those blue eyes strayed back to Obi-Wan's position, still square in the middle of his cell, shoulders broad and ready to take whatever and expecting the worst.
He didn't expect the field to power down. Nor Anakin crossing the threshold within moments, closing in on him faster than Obi-Wan could blink. But he didn't back away. Worse had come charging at him, and he had stood through that without giving it ground either. He glared at the Jedi. And Anakin looked back. Not with malice or contempt, not with disappointement or sadness. It was one thing to know his old teacher was within reach - for the first time in years. It was one thing to be able to tilt his head and look up into that known face, a face that had laughed and cried and celebrated and smiled under his eyes. It was one thing. Being able to smell him was another matter.
He wasn't used to it anymore.
Sidious always reeked of ozone and the sour-bitter of age when Obi-Wan saw him in person. An odour as unpleasant as it was befitting. Others under the Sith Lord's command draped themselves with perfumed cloth and ate rich foods. The housings Obi-Wan had frequented were scentscapes, carpets unspooling under his nose, each festering and unwelcoming. Nothing repeated itself and no space wanted to smell like any other. There was no comfort.
But Anakin's scent was known. It curled into the gap its absence had left in Obi-Wan's chest on his first inhale. Notes that had followed him from the end of his childhood through adolescence caressed his nose once more. A softness only made stronger by having known nothing but coldness for years now. A golden dream of morning from far away. A better time. Once. He couldn't show anything of what that scent did to him. And he didn't. But he had to blink, and fight against his instincts that screamed at him that he was safe now. That this was his safety incarnate, that nothing would touch him now, that nothing could. Obi-Wan swallowed thickly. He'd spent too long excising any lingering feelings towards this Jedi, he'd spent too long rising above the other accolades to be felled by a scent alone.
And still Anakin just stood there, looking down on him. It needed a moment longer for Obi-Wan to root out the cause for the unease that curdled in his gut. Anakin didn't smell rancid. Not only because he - presumably - still bathed regularly, but also, much more importantly, because there was no anger in his scentnotes. No displeasure. He smelled soft and calm, and- and almost like relief. Which was impossible. It couldn't be. It couldn't.
Anakin swallowed and Obi-Wan kept his eyes unwaveringly on the face he had grown up with, grown to love and loathe and hate. "And you?"
The voice, unaltered by transmitters. The voice that had called out to him time and time again, that had guided and guarded and shaped him. Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. Anakin looked around his face. His eyes faltered by the small scar across his nose, and the round spots where his acne had sprung back up and then subsided for good. They stayed stuck even longer on the purpleish silver that crept up from under the tunics still tightly wrapped around Obi-Wan's body, visible barely above his neckline.
"No words for the Master you abandoned?" Anakin continued as it became clear Obi-Wan wouldn't say anything. "The bond you walked out of? All talk, no bite?"
And still the scent that emanated from the Jedi didn't tip. It was mellow, so horribly mellow and calm and Obi-Wan's exhaustion threatened to betray him and have him crumble at this Jedi's feet without fight. He dug his hands deeper into the rage within him, the disgust and the despair.
"Bite, yeah." He scoffed. "What does it matter to you? Any of it? You haven't heard a single word i've spoken to you for years, what could you possibly want me to say now that would get through to you?"
Anakin's brows furrowed. A swirl upset his scent but it still was not the anger Obi-Wan wanted, expected. "I have always listened to you. Everything you told me, every time you needed me, I listened. Until you stopped coming to me. What changed, Obi-Wan? What dragged you away from me?"
Was that sorrow in his scent?
"It never occured to you I might have left willingly?"
Anakin's mouth snapped shut. He swallowed. Ugly satisfaction spread in Obi-Wan's gut.
"Did you?"
The smile was back on Obi-Wan's face, easy and too wide. "Poor Master Skywalker. Still wondering about his disobediant runaway Padawan. Does it keep you up at night? Wondering where I went, where I am? If I'm dead yet? Thinking back to the half-truths and make-belief the Council had you parrot to me while the real galaxy waits beyond the Temple, all the disgusting truths that don't fit into that narrative of prosperity and peace?"
Anakin was back to staring at him. The furrow in his forehead remained, as did the infuriatingly mellow scent. He blinked frequently, betraying the need for dominance his alpha status was supposed to demand. But then, he would've been a terrible Jedi had he leaned into stereotypes like that. He hadn't raised Obi-Wan like that either. Hadn't raised him to be a good meek little thing cowering before anything that raised a voice against him. No. His old Master wasn't like that. Obi-Wan felt bitterness rise in his chest. Anakin had more wrinkles now though. And gray hairs. Holos only showed so much, official and also unofficial channels only portraying so much. He seemed older than ever before. And was still only looking at him. Standing too close, looking down on him, and staring.
Obi-Wan blinked when he realized the suppressor cuffs must have erased the yellow of his eyes. Now he truly just resembled his old self, pitiful Padawan-learner, innocent blue eyes and all. Was that what the alpha was seeing? A ghost of his precious little boy he had believed long gone returned?
The sound of leather slipping from skin rasped loud in the air. He didn't look down but could see Anakin's shoulders work as he freed his left hand. The leather creaked as it was grasped in the mechno hand, and both flexed.
"Are you going to put your hands on me again?" Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow, keeping his voice level. Anakin's hand, moments from cupping his face, stalled. "Careful. The dark side might stain."
"You think I'm scared of the dark side? Scared of you?"
The palm made contact with Obi-Wan's cheek. He blinked but didn't flinch away, too stunned by Anakin's words. The touch was unendingly slow and gentle. His Master's palm was warm. Roughened where years of 'saberwork and fiddling with droids had demanded the skin to toughen. It was dry, too. The thumb gentled over his cheek, the thin skin under his eye. He tried to, Obi-Wan tried, but he couldn't blink fast enough and wasn't strong-willed enough to keep the tears from his eyes. Humiliation washed through him hot and unbidden. His breaths deepened, a last attempt to regulate himself, but cut off from the Force, caught in his Master's grasp, there was no escape.
Was that the goal? Escape? And what would be waiting for him the ? Wasn't this easier? Nicer? Painless?
He drew another breath and blinked. Two tears fell from his eyes, but only one of them was brushed away by Anakin's thumb.
"Obi-Wan." Anakin mumbled. And it was the heartbreak in his voice, it was the way his Master said it, so quietly and so intimately, that had Obi-Wan drop his eyes and his face and finally fully lean into his Master's touch. His shoulders curved under the weight of knowing Anakin's care, the palm still their only point of contact until Anakin wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan and pulled him closer.
Obi-Wan's face was smushed into the dark robes and he didn't even want to be anywhere else. His Master held him. His clothes smelled faintly of the Temple, still, and it was that that had Obi-Wan lean forward more.
"Obi-Wan." Anakin whispered into his hair and Obi-Wan sobbed. Hands softly carded through his hair, brushed it back from his face and cupped his neck. Every touch of his Master was careful and soft, and every time the fingertips landed on his skin and didn't inflict pain Obi-Wan flinched a little less. The mechno-hand curled around Obi-Wan's back and held him close. The flesh hand brushed strands past his ear and then tilted his face up so lovingly.
Obi-Wan went without protest. Blinked against the tears still spilling from his lashes but made an effort to meet his Master's eyes.
"My Obi-Wan." Anakin mumbled, and he, too, sounded wrecked. Their eyes closed as Anakin's forehead touched Obi-Wan's. For a moment they simply breathed together. Anakin's nose softly nudged against Obi-Wan's and then rubbed it. Obi-Wan leaned further into the contact. So much so that he brushed something much softer - caught just an edge and then it was gone again. Wasn't even aware of what it could have been until he felt Anakin shift against him, felt the breath softly exhaled against his lower face. Opened his eyes then but didn't pull away, didn't want to seperate them again so soon.
"Obi-Wan." Anakin whispered, and his voice was rough.
"Yes?" Obi-Wan answered, for the first time. Breathless but not daring to hope.
Anakin ducked down lower. Angled his face and still Obi-Wan didn't understand, not until their lips hovered so close together he could feel their warmth. He kept his eyes cast down, not able to look up and destroy whatever this was.
Anakin leaned forward by the smallest bit. Their lips touched. Obi-Wan drew a breath through his nose. Rose and met his Master, kissing him back without hesitating. If he could have, he would have hugged his arms around his Master's neck. As it was he had to rely on leaning against him, and kissing him back. Anakin's hand in his hair, at the back of his head, was steadying. Sturdy as his body threatened to tilt.
Obi-Wan licked into his Master's mouth first. It wasn't skillful or suave, it was desperate and needy. No one had touched Obi-Wan in weeks. Months. The Sith never did - even corrections and punishments were dealt through the Force, no touches necessary. Obi-Wan's skin rippled under the onslaught of sensory input now, the weight of Anakin's hands on him, where his arms brushed his body, the solid muscle he was resting against. The soft pressure of lips. The smooth glide of a warm tongue against his own. It was too much after months of nothing but he was entirely unwilling to let any of this go. Only pushed closer instead of away until Anakin held him, really held him. So close that Obi-Wan couldn't have kept standing on his own, not without his arms. Anakin held him. It forced another sob out of Obi-Wan, who'd been blissfully unaware of his still-ongoing crying until then. He was too warm, the shame of being so needy hot on his back, the warmth that his Master offered so freely in his front, the kisses that would have undone his shields and revealed the ugly core had it not been blocked off. It was overwhelming even without feeling the larger-than-life Signature of his Master. Etheral blaze shot-through with the fine mesh of the bottomless dark of a black hole. An ever shifting pattern that reorganized itself with every heartbeat. Something gave and Obi-Wan gasped. His shoulders relaxed. He was able to bring his hands up, fingertips sliding against his Master's jaw clumsily. He hadn't believed this to be a dream but it felt otherworldly to touch back.
"Master," he whispered, breathless. His hands were full of static and his lips prickled. Anakin let go of his body to touch their hands together. No longer being held up Obi-Wan's legs wobbled and threatened to fail. Anakin caught him before he hit the floor. Readjusted their course and helped him sit down on the cot, their thighs pressed together. Obi-Wan drank in air. He felt dizzy. Here, with his hands in front of him, sitting down after so long, he felt strangely weak. The suppressor cuffs were still on, but the smaller ones keeping him bound had fallen to the floor somewhere behind them. He kept staring at his own hands in his lap. His head was buzzing.
"You're burning up," Anakin mumbled and touched his mechno hand to Obi-Wan's forehead. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. "Did he give you anything? Poison that needs a regular antidote? Nanites?"
Obi-Wan removed his head from the touch and returned to sitting hunched over. "No." He said belatedly. No. This wasn't illness.
"What-" Anakin broke off when their eyes met. He breathed in through parted lips. It would undoubtedly be faint. Undetectable this early by most - but his Master was not most. Never had been. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and turned his head away. This was so typical. Leave it to his body to pick this exact moment - of course it had to be now -
"I haven't had one in so long." Obi-Wan pressed out between closed teeth. Humiliation swept over him and he turned further away from his Master, curling into himself more. Only hunched down further when Anakin scooted closer and put a hand on his shoulder. Obi-Wan wanted to scream. "I hate my body," he grit out. Tears spilled out more readily again. "Why now. I haven't had one in so long, why now, why-" The first cramp pulsed through his body and he moaned in pain. It was only a matter of time before he'd start slicking, sealing his fate.
"How long since the last?" Anakin asked. His body was so close. Curved over Obi-Wan's, protective. His arm wrapped around Obi-Wan's body, his flesh hand rubbing over his tummy. The pressure increased the pain and Obi-Wan bend double. Gasped for air when the worst had passed and clung to the hand that had threaded their fingers together. He drew another breath, cautiously deeper than the last. When it didn't result in more pain, he relaxed a little. Straightened back up and bumped against his Master's chest. Anakin rested a shoulder against the wall and offered Obi-Wan to lean against him. Only when the silence lasted did Obi-Wan remember the question.
"Don't know." He sighed. Stared at the ceiling, unwilling to address how tightly he was holding his Master's hand. "Years? Maybe?"
They both knew what that meant. If the first heat after such a long pause wasn't sated with a partner, the body of the omega was at risk of cannibalizing itself trying to prolongue the heat, entice a mate, beg for anyone, until it would be too late. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. The timing was simply atrocious.
He wondered if he smelled sweet yet. If his Master had to swallow unnaturally often to keep the saliva down. A deeply set yearning unfurled in Obi-Wan's midst. Had his Master ever done heat favours? Had his Master ever-?
"Obi-Wan," Anakin mumbled. His right arm had come to encircle him as well now. He could feel his Master swallow against the shoulder his chin was hooked over. His Master was at his back. Hugging him so tightly, keeping him close and yet - leaving him the opening to leave. The room was to his front. Nothing kept him from slipping out of those arms and stalking across the room, away. He didn't want to. Made a small noise.
"Obi-Wan, if-" "I know," He pushed out. Could feel the next cramp building and let out a pathetic whimper as it was rising.
"I'm sure we have kits onboard, if-" "No," Obi-Wan moaned and tried to breathe through the pain. Wasn't it obvious? Wasn't it obvious that Anakin was right there, and-? And that he was an alpha? Able to help? Maybe it was. Maybe he didn't want to offer - but then why had they kissed? Did Anakin want him to ask? Was that it?
"Master," Obi-Wan wheezed. He reached up his free hand and grabbed blindly, fingers hooking into the tangle of Anakin's curls. Felt his Master tug him closer, further into his body. Felt the skin as his Master buried his face in his neck.
"Are we?" Obi-Wan asked, and the silence was ringing in his ears after. "Are we, Master? Does the code still apply? I am not your Padawan anymore. I haven't been for so long. Will you kiss me but deny this?"
"Obi-Wan," Anakin groaned, but then didn't continue.
"Master." It was a joke. Declaring them seperate, distancing from the bond that had existed between them, and then bridge that same distance by falling back to old titles immediately. But the thought of Anakin leaving him now was unbearable. The thought of being left in this cell, alone with nothing but himself to claw at, was unbearable. The irrational fear exploded in Obi-Wan's chest. "Don't leave me," he wheezed and grasped at the arms holding him. "Please, don't- don't lea-" he sobbed. "-ve me, please, please don't leave me please stay-"
"I'm right here," Anakin mumbled into his ear. "I'm right here. I won't leave. Tell me what you need, Obi-Wan. Let me help, please. I'm here. I'm here."
Obi-Wan only cried more at that. It was worse, somehow, to know. To have his Master speak to him like this, to be helpful, to be there. Why hadn't it always been like this? Why hadn't Anakin been there every time he felt terrible in the last years? Where had his alpha Master gone? Obi-Wan turned around to bury his face in Anakin's neck. Felt the arms settle around his back and cried more at the weight of the hands settling in places he needed them. They'd never done this before and yet... his Master knew. Somehow.
"Touch me," Obi-Wan bit out, caught between the different emotions warring within. "Please just-" "Where?" "Everywhere, please, everywhere-"
His Master's hands held him tight. Wrapped around his shoulders, spread over his back, hooked around his sides. It wasn't enough. There was a gaping hole in the midst of Obi-Wan and he feared nothing would ever be enough again. It only made him cry more.
His distress affected his Master. He knew, because Anakin's hands grew frantic and his scent swelled. "What else?" He asked, voice low and strained.
It was torture to be apart from his Master. The cot was too narrow for them for this and Anakin slipped off of it, spread his cloak on the floor and then divested himself of his tunics faster than Obi-Wan's brain could catch up. His Master, his alpha had laid down a nest. Prepared it for him. Obi-Wan was still reeling from no longer being able to touch him that he stared at the cloak and what it signalled and couldn't piece it together until Anakin's chest was bare and he was reaching with both hands for Obi-Wan. It was better to lay with his cheek pressed into bare skin. The smooth feel of it, the subtle scent of it. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and leaned against it. Was only half aware of the hands still on him that were tugging at his own clothing until the front came apart and he shivered as they were pressed together with nothing in between. The pulling pain beneath his navel ceased in intensity. He could breathe without sobbing.
"Lift your arms." Anakin mumbled. There was no command in his voice, just invitation. But Obi-Wan complied. His arms slipped out of the sleeves and settled against the heat of his Master's ribs. The room was colder now, feverish shivers creeping down his back, but his Master was warm, and safe. "Is this enough?" Anakin asked and Obi-Wan nodded without opening his eyes.
"For now." He whispered. It wouldn't take long for his body to enter the second wave. He wasn't slicking yet but with the way things were going- He shivered. Pressed closer his Master when he grew aware of the open space in his back, fear shooting through him.
Anakin rolled them around. He came to rest between Obi-Wan's legs naturally, and feeling where his cock was in his pants, nudging into the space it would need to go for a proper knotting, was satisfying. So much so that the reason for his bout of fear fled his mind. Being between his Master and their nest was perfect. Nothing would ambush him here, protected as he was. Obi-Wan sighed with relief.
Anakin rubbed a palm over the thigh that Obi-Wan had hooked around his waist. "Better?" He asked, and Obi-Wan nodded. "Want me to take these off?" Obi-Wan nodded again.
"But don't-" He started to say, voice hoarse. His hands on Anakin's shoulders fidgeted. Anakin blinked at him. "Don't go far." Obi-Wan finished in a whisper. Anakin smiled. It was a slow thing that started at the corners of his mouth and ended with his eyes crinkling, and the fondness that spilled syrup-thick into his scent was almost overwhelming. Obi-Wan tucked his chin down and looked to the side to escape the expression. Anakin's hand cupped his cheek and brought his face back up, their eyes meeting once more. Anakin dipped down and kissed him, slow and loving.
"I'm right here." He said against Obi-Wan's mouth.
Obi-Wan felt like crying again when there truly was nothing seperating them anymore. There was only skin against skin now. Anakin laid down a little to the side, and Obi-Wan didn't get to complain before he was scooped up into two strong arms and held against a broad chest. Anakin curled around him like a Krayt-Dragon. Large, strong, warm, protective. Obi-Wan's head was tucked beneath Anakin's chin. It was then that he realized their current position was as much to sate the heating omega in him as it was for Anakin's alpha. He blinked. He had lived the last years without Anakin. But Anakin had also lived without him. He tentatively wrapped an arm around his Master's side and was rewarded with a squeeze.
"I'm sorry," Anakin said, voice rough and thick with tears. "I'm sorry I just need a moment. Just-"
"It's okay." Obi-Wan said from where he was still held snug against Anakin's chest. "It's okay, Master."
Anakin pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Put his cheek on the same spot afterwards and just held him. Breathed through his own tears but then that wasn't enough anymore and he returned to kissing Obi-Wan's hair, his forehead, his cheeks and finally his lips when Obi-Wan turned his face up to meet his Master. Their mouths opened at the same time.
His Master's hunger rivaled his own. It was subtler, not burning as bright or hot, but it was an underlying urgency that took Obi-Wan's breath away. That left him feeling better about his own demand.
They kissed for a long time. Wrapped tightly around each other, neither willing to let go. Obi-Wan knew he was slicking against the thigh his Master had wedged between his legs, and that it ran down their skin and dampened the cloth underneath them but he didn't want to stop, didn't want to give way to his heat, not when this moment was perfect.
But the cramps came back. Obi-Wan whined into the kiss and tensed. Anakin's hold on him tightened, threatening growl already vibrating in his chest at the unseen threat that frightened his omega so until Obi-Wan managed to get enough air into his system that he could say "Cram'". His tongue felt sluggish. Intense heats had a reputation for it but to feel it himself...
"What-" Anakin swallowed his growl down and cleared his throat. "What do you need-"
He let go enough that Obi-Wan was able to bend almost in half as the next clench of his body came. He gasped for air. His Master sat up by his side and kept his hand cupped over Obi-Wan's neck, the other rubbing his flank. When the pain eased and Obi-Wan relaxed, he rolled onto his stomach. Anakin breathed in sharply.
"Please," Obi-Wan said, muffled by the cloak underneath. He lifted his hips. Presented. He hoped the sight of his hole loose and oozing clear slick would hold his Master's gaze. Distract him enough he wouldn't pay attention to the lightning scars webbing across his entire back, all the blaster-bolts that had left keloids behind, the burns of lightsabers he hadn't parried quickly enough.
"Obi-Wan-" Anakin stumbled over the syllables.
Obi-Wan felt embarassement and need roll through him. "Please Master, no-"
Two hands touched his back. He wanted to lean into them and away in equal parts, especially when they didn't immediately push him down against the nest but ghosted over the scars.
"There's so- so many Obi-Wan-"
Obi-Wan pressed his eyes shut and buried his face in his crossed arms. "Just kriff me Master," he said and shivered from where fingertips were tracing old wounds long since closed.
"How can I?" Anakin asked. His hands moved and the air shifted. Soft lips pressed to the eye-sized scar just under Obi-Wan's ribs. That one had been terrible to heal. Obi-Wan groaned and tried to shift back, knowing his Master's cock would surely be fully erect and ready by now but was caught. Hands held him firm around his hips as Anakin continued to press a soft but lingering kiss to every scar he could see. He didn't say anything. But Obi-Wan's skin prickled from the heavy emotions that rang true in his Master's scent. Even now there was no rage, no promised violence. There was an ache so deep, a pain so visceral. Hurt, but not because his Master had been hurt. He was feeling hurt for Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan tried to hide further into his own arms.
"Please." He whispered.
Anakin wasn't deterred. His kisses continued down his spine. Kisses and flicks of his tongue, drag of teeth. It was a primal, an animal thing. Marking him, rubbing his scent into him. All over the place countless others had left their impression. It had Obi-Wan moaning softly to be claimed like that. He was trembling by the time Anakin reached his ass. Each side received a kiss as well, and then he could feel the heat of his Master's face hovering just by his opening. Could feel the breath fan over the sensitive flesh. Felt a drop of slick leave him, warm fluid leaking down his perineum and over his barely there testicles. Anakin's broad tongue lapped it up. One long sweep, all the way up between his legs and then inside him. Obi-Wan's eyes rolled back in his head. To have anything of his Master in his body, to have his tongue, and to have it there, it was-
It didn't last. Anakin reared up and ran both palms down Obi-Wan's back.
"Ready?" He asked quietly. Obi-Wan nodded.
One hand stayed rubbing his shoulder blade, the other reached down and held his cock in position. He hadn't seen it in a while - but remembered it was cut, the tip bare at all times. It pressed into him now, blunt and hot and perfect. Obi-Wan was moaning before it even fully pushed past the entrance. The slide was long and smooth and it stretched him and it felt divine. Nothing else mattered but them, his Master's cock finding inside him easily and coming to rest deep within him once the loose skin of Anakin's balls pressed against him. His Master was slow to pull out, going the same pace as when he'd thrust in and it was perfect. Perfect. Obi-Wan was breathless and yet moaned louder than he'd ever dared the few times he'd touched himself.
It just felt so good. It felt so good.
Anakin wasn't half-way out before he pushed back in. "Good?" He asked, short of breath. Obi-Wan could only nod.
Mechno and flesh hand held his hip, his shoulder. Strong hips pushed against his own, steady, easily keeping rhythm. Their laboured breathing wasn't enough to drown out the lewd noises their bodies let spill by coming together like this. But it didn't matter. Nobody would hear them. Only Anakin could hear him, and only Anakin mattered. His master, his alpha.
There was too much empty space between them. The frustration manifested in a drawn out whine coming from Obi-Wan, who was both fed up with that distance and his inability to just tell his Master. Words were beyond him. His mouth fell open as Anakin, ever perceptive of his Padawan's needs, bend down and kissed the top of the spine curved delicately beneath him. Mouthed over the freckles that were plentiful over his shoulders, and then, because the suppressor cuffs were on his wrists and his neck was free, he lapped over the scent glands there. Licking them out, hoping to soothe them as he worked to sate Obi-Wan's body. It wasn't enough. Obi-Wan tugged his Master down further, closer. The powerful thrusts that had been slapping against his ass and thighs slowed into short but deep thrusts interspersed with grinding further inside. Obi-Wan's knees had given out. He was was being kriffed into the floor with every thrust. Anakin's cloak beneath them was the only thing marking this space as theirs, but that didn't matter once Obi-Wan whined again and pressed back against the thrusts. Anakin groaned.
"I won't last," he warned, sucking in air in between. "If-"
Obi-Wan groaned. "Pl-ease…" He scraped together.
"Yes." Anakin buried his face in his neck.
True to his word he sped up. Skin smacked against skin, loud enough to echo off of the walls. Obi-Wan spread his legs further, anticipating the stretch that would come with his Master's knot. It was instinct that had him readjust, but the feeling was pure bliss. Getting kriffed, by his Master, only able to scent him and nothing else, feel his touch and weight. He yearned to feel that knot take, proof that he was bound to this alpha alone. Anakin groaned. Thrust in and held still for half a heartbeat before pulling out, his knot catching on the edge. Pushed back in, ground his hips against Obi-Wan's body. There was a pressure in his gut, the budding knot, and Obi-Wan clenched down around it on instinct. Anakin's hips stuttered back but didn't get far, not after the knot held. Then Anakin leaned forward, pressing them flush together.
"You feel so kriffin' good," Anakin gasped into the neck he hadn't surfaced from in forever now. "You feel so good. You're so soft inside, the softest. Soft, and warm and perfect, so perfect, perfect for me, mine, my Padawan mine- You're so pretty on my cock, so pretty- Feels so good to knot you, so good to have-"
Anakin's hips were still moving and still humping him and it was that motion that had Obi-Wan's small dick rub against the fabric of his Master's cloak, and it was that final push he'd needed to tip over the edge. Obi-Wan came with a whine. Eyes rolled back into his skull, body falling limp as the relief shot through his system, spurred on by the copious amounts of semen being filled into him. The galaxy vanished and only a very small part of Obi-Wan remained.
His breathing returned, and the thunder of his heart. The slight ache in his ass, and the pressure in his gut that had nothing to do with a full bladder. His neck hurt, but not from a bite. There was no sting of broken skin. But he must have craned it, arched his head aside and shown his neck so eagerly, only for nothing to come of it. He didn't know if he hated his bare neck more or that he had presented it so readily. He took another breath.
Anakin was hovering above him. They were still flush from the waist down, but Anakin was holding himself up on his elbows, one hand wedged between Obi-Wan's body and the thoroughly messed up cloak. Massaging half of his chest. It felt good.
Only when he swallowed did Obi-Wan realize he was purring. He was too tired to fight it. He could still feel the heat burning in him, knew it wouldn't be over with just one good kriffing. But the day had stretched long already and now his muscles were protesting, and his Master's knot was plugging him up properly. It sat heavy and thick lodged in his gut. He shuddered after accidentally squeezing it. Anakin moaned. He pressed himself closer. The knot throbbed and with it Obi-Wan's entire groin. Anakin's breaths came short. A gasp for every time his cock was spurting inside Obi-Wan.
"Y'should bite me," Obi-Wan slurred, tired and sated. "Would save you the trouble of havin' to trap me again..."
He felt sweet kisses pressed against his neck. "You won't stay?" Anakin asked. "Nothing I can do to convince you to?" He sounded sad. Obi-Wan exhaled.
"Would keep me from runnin' again." He mumbled.
"Is that what you did?" Anakin rolled them to the side and wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan's waist. It was easier to keep his eyes closed and remain ignorant of the cell they were still in. Obi-Wan breathed out.
"You never came after me when I did."
The arm around him squeezed him closer. "You left. You yelled and screamed at me before you did. What made you believe that told me 'Come find me'?"
It was almost easy to talk like this. Tied together neither of them could go anywhere, and talking felt... almost okay.
"Not only that time. Every time."
Fingers caressing his bicep. "You always came back on your own." A kiss against his scentgland. Obi-Wan remained quiet. Grabbed the hand to stop it from tickling him further and sandwiched it between his own. The thumb promptly picked up brushing over the knuckles within reach. Obi-Wan put a small kiss against the thumb but didn't say anything. Anakin sighed. "I can't do that. I couldn't live with myself." He shook his head. "Better a Padawan that is free and in danger than a Padawan that is safely trapped and resents me for keeping him prisoner."
"I'm not very free right now." Obi-Wan mumbled. Anakin tsked.
"It sounded like you didn't plan on staying put. And I don't blame you. You'll have to break out on your own, though. I'm sorry but I can't help you with that."
Obi-Wan sighed again. He leaned his forehead against their joined hands. "Have you ever bitten someone?" He asked into the quiet hum.
"No." Anakin replied after a while.
"Have you ever wondered what it must be like?"
Silence.
"It would be so easy," Obi-Wan continued, adjusting his head and presenting his neck a little more. "Your people didn't even put a collar on me. I'm all ready. No collar, in heat, stuck on your knot - you could even claim that the hormones blinded you. The Sith apprentice' ploy to bind himself to a Jedi. No one would fault you, Master."
"Spend much time thinking about it, hm?" Anakin's voice finally came again. Obi-Wan smiled. Tired, small.
"Maybe. Maybe not. You should make your decision fast, Master. Your knot won't hold forever, and who knows what'll happen after."
He could feel the open mouthed panting over his neck. Stretched his chin a little further, even. Anakin's forehead thunked against his shoulder.
"Stop saying those things. I can't bite you, I can't. You would resent me for the end of our lives - you already do. This would be torture for us both." He swallowed. "But I understand. This is your first heat in some time. Your instincts- I- I understand. Don't worry. You won't have lasting consequences from this. I'll make sure of that."
"He'll kill me." Obi-Wan said. Anakin closed his mouth.
"What?"
"My Sith Master. If he finds out I was captured by you - bedded by you - he'll kill me."
Anakin's arms around him tightened. "No." Anakin said. His voice was dry.
"He will." All pretense had dropped from his voice. "If I manage to break out and return to him, he'll kill me. If you take me back to the Temple the Council will try to get information from me, and when I don't comply, they'll throw me into a cell and I'll never see the sky again." He shook his head. There was a strange lightness in admitting this. "My life is over either way."
"Don't say that." Anakin whispered.
"It is the truth." Obi-Wan said monotone. "I am condemned either way. I'm expendable. Nobody will care about my fate. Hardly anyone will remember me, either. I'll vanish without a trace. Either way."
"No," Anakin repeated. He sounded choked up.
"It's a wise decision not to bite me, I suppose." Obi-Wan continued. "No ties to me that could drag you down alongside me. The Chosen One shines above all others. His lost Padawan will sink into the oblivion cast by his shadow."
Was it cruel? To lay it all out like this? Maybe. Obi-Wan gently moved his hips and found he could. The knot had gone down. Before he could do more than seperate their skin however Anakin rolled them again, trapping Obi-Wan once more. The delirious, heat-addled state hadn't returned to Obi-Wan just yet but already he could feel how pleased his base instincts were at the action.
He tilted his head again and rubbed the side of his throat against the cloak.
"This is borrowed time, Master." He whispered, eyes still closed and unmoving.
"Would it bring you back?"
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder. "Hm?"
Anakin refused to bring any distance between them. "If were to bite you. And remove your cuffs." A hand stretched into Obi-Wan's field of vision, curling around the humming device on his wrist. "If I looked into your eyes then. Would I see yellow? Or blue?"
Obi-Wan closed his eyes and laughed once. "I don't know." He answered truthfully. "Careful not to let your hope cloud your judgement, Master. I'm a darksider." He sighed. The fight had left his system. "There is no cure for that."
He could hear his Master grinding his teeth. Had resigned himself to whatever fate the Force had foreseen for him when he was turned around. Face to face with his Master he felt his breath stutter in his chest. His Master was so gorgeous. Had always been. But with puffy lips and wet eyes, sweat glueing the flyaway hairs down he was beautiful. Obi-Wan sighed as he cradled the face and watched the blue eyes blink down on him.
A feeling welled within him. Unnamed. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. Tipped his chin aside, guided his Master's face into the crook of his neck. Felt it when his Master lined himself up and thrust back into him, much more levelled than before. Almost like they were making love.
"Bite me," Obi-Wan whispered. "Don't let anyone take me from you. Make me yours. Keep me." The breaths on his skin were hot and humid. Saliva dripped on the gland and cooled it down almost uncomfortably. "I'm yours. I always was."
His fingers at the back of Anakin's head tugged him closer. Lips brushed his skin. All his Master had to do was bite down. Obi-Wan groaned at the cock steadily pumping inside him. The heat was beginning to build up again, meeting the sloppy thrusts that were too wet with slick and seed.
And then Anakin bit down.
Obi-Wan's mouth popped open without noise.
His Master had bitten down. Deeply, teeth firmly imbedded in his skin, pain pulsing there. Obi-Wan whined. The strong body above him kriffed him hard, hips snapping against his own too strong, forcing another orgasm on him before he was ready. His nails dragged over Anakin's back in search for purchase. His eyes were unseeing, he was a live wire throbbing all over.
Anakin released the bite in his neck and pressed their foreheads together. "You're mine." He breathed out and Obi-Wan went limp. "Mine."
"Yours." He whispered. A deep buzz settled into his veins then dripped away, leaving bottomless relief behind. Dimly he was aware of two mechanical 'clack's, and then there was an overwhelming light that cocooned him. Tears escaped his eyes at feeling his Master's Force Signature again. He kissed Anakin's jaw, nosed against his throat.
Felt a thumb brush his lid, and blinked his eyes open again.
written for @virginwan weekend day 3 - sith obi-wan, age reverse, omegaverse
Summary: there is a revelation waiting for anakin at the gala he had no way of foreseeing
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He rolled the stem of the spystal glass between his fingers. His eyes went over the beings in attendance once more - searching for his Master, knowing him to be here. Somewhere. He had to be, this had been what the Council had sent them out for. To be here. And yet… his Master was nowhere to be seen. Although he was loathe to do so in a place like this, Anakin opened himself to the Force.
Followed the trail of the training bond that still hadn't been severed and felt along its thin trail. Followed it and then frowned when it inexplicably vanished. It undeniably was still there - and he hadn't been as tightly shielded as to not notice its severing. He doubted anyone would fail to take notice if such a thing where to happen them. Especially unannounced and unprepared. Where was his Master? Even with his excellent shielding capabilities, Anakin was usually able to sniff him out. Able to narrow down his location at least. A vague sense of positioning in relation to himself. Usually. Near always. …so why not now?
He drifted between the bodies milling outside the area designated for dancing. The face mesh allowed for privacy from knowing eyes, presenting a bland blank face outwards that didn't suggest a republican Army General nor the hero with no fear himself to be in attendance. It wasn't a strictly seperatist-only get-together but the Republic was certainly underrepresented, notably so even to Anakin's own less-than schooled eyes. The thought that maybe he should have read the mission debrief or at the very least discussed it with his Master prior to seperately blending into the crowd flickered across his thoughts. He raised the glass in his hand and sipped. The liquid was sparkling and had an oddly bitter aftertaste. He swirled it around his mouth and let it sit on his tongue. Not spiked. Perfectly normal. Maybe a local flavouring that didn't agree with his tastes. He swallowed.
His Master had taken ages in their quarter's refresher and eventually called on Anakin to go ahead and get settled in already. Settled in. Anakin suppressed a snort and sipped from his glass again. He could deal with battlefields and outcome diagnostics that proclaimed a near-certain fatality; he could handle the Council picking apart his every misstep, and he could even weather Obi-Wan being genuinely upset with him (though it pained him greatly every time). But this…? Bodies that pressed too close together, the smell of a hundred different intoxicating substances of various severity wafting in the air, personal scents and perfumes aplenty. Polite conversations that were the shallowest exchange of words imaginable, meaningless chatter blending together into a deafening background hum. Interactions designated to be a front and nothing more, a playing pretend on an absurd scale that he was the only outsider to, the only one out of his depth, the only one left floundering on dry sand while everyone else swam merrily in the pond nearby. And Obi-Wan was hidden away among them.
It was too much. This entire thing was kriffed. He drained his glass and half turned to place it on one of the server-droid's tablets, having heard one pass by moments ago, but- His shoulder bumped into someone. He flinched back. Bright blue eyes under artificially long, dark lashes blinked up at him. A spark in them suggested their owner was amused, and usually Anakin would've assumed he had misbehaved and the other was laughing at him but… he blinked. The lips further down on the face with the beautiful eyes stretched into a smile, the eyes narrowing with mirth.
"'scuse me," Anakin remembered to say. "You're not the droid I was looking for. Apologies."
The owner of the pretty eyes giggled and pointed an elegant hand at the droid in question, lurking just behind her. Stars she was beautiful. Anakin felt a small pit in his gut open up. "I am most certainly not a droid. Is that the one you were searching?"
"Yes, thank you." He nodded and the droid zipped over, offering the tablet. Anakin placed his empty glass down, then only hesitated a moment before picking up two new flutes with bright blue liquid. He extended one to the pretty woman - human, or at least humanoid by the looks. Force-null, after he extended a careful, curious tendril. "I would forget my head if it weren't attached to my body. Here's to not-actually-lost-droids and new friendships?" He raised an eyebrow and smiled. She tilted her head after looking up from the offered drink. Someone in a durasteel-grey suit pushed past and she stepped closer to him. "New friendships? Are we friends?"
A hot shiver of worry went down his back. Had he said the wrong thing? Already? But he'd said so little-
"Well, yes." He looked around and cleared his throat. "Isn't that what this gala is intended for?" He grinned, pretending to not feel the foreboding embarassement licking at his heels. "New friendships and all… sorts of connections."
"You're not wrong, I suppose." The woman took the offered glass. There was a soft 'clink' as the two knocked together. She lifted it to her painted lips, never losing eye contact. She sipped from the drink. Something struck him as familiar about her. Was it her accent? Vaguely coruscantii? The colour of her strawberry-blonde hair? The shimmersilk dress that was an impossible shade of blue-green-teal? It was tasteful but revealed less than some others around them. The subtle shine of the fabric spoke of the real deal, no cheap synth imitation. A noble then? Someone from high society? The folds moved with every minute shift in her pose and distracted him from the pale, freckled skin visible from beneath the shawl draped around her back. He dragged his eyes upwards again, back to the prettily tilted head.
"I'm sorry, you're somewhat familiar - am I recognizing you from somewhere? The holonet maybe? I might be betraying my backwater-planet background here but-"
A hand with elegantly filed nails placed itself on his chest and Anakin's brain short-circuited as he looked down. The touch was warm even through his own attire. She was so much shorter than him. And so close, so much closer all of a sudden and it had him frozen, unable to breathe. When her soft chest pressed up against his own hard muscle he felt at risk of having his heart beat out of his chest. Could she feel that? Would it be obvious? Would she find- Her face hovered just moments before his. The buzz of the vast room grew distant as the scent of her perfume filled his nose. Something light and just as pretty and soft as her. What was he supposed to do with his hand? His fingers clenched around nothing.
Her lashes fluttered as she looked around, then leaned her cheek against his. It felt a little odd through the mesh but still he was able to sense the plushness that spoke of youth and a good life. He put his hand on her waist, willing his fingers to rest lightly and not cramp. It was acceptable. He'd seen worse this evening. Could she feel the dampness of his palm? The dress was soft and cool and didn't catch on the callouses of his palm. It was thin enough he could feel the give of her body underneath.
"Anakin. It's me."
He held his breath as fear shot through him. Had he been discovered? How? Had he given himself away? He could still clearly feel the mesh on his face but maybe it had malfunc- It's me?
"Huh?" He stammered out, painfully aware any positive ground he had won with the pretty stranger was fast breaking away.
"I was fairly impressed with our disguises but I didn't think you wouldn't recognize me at all." She leaned back, one arm still artfully draped over his shoulder, thumb rubbing at the edge of his neckline while she brought the other hand up to sip at her drink. After another cursory glance around the room her eyes returned to him - and a familiar, near-exasperated expression along with it.
"Master?" He breathed out, heart in his throat. Surely- surely not-
The bright smile made another appearance. "Well done. Now-"
Kriff. Anakin tipped his glass back and emptied it fully.
He was well on his way to being fully drunk by the time he slipped away. Away from the gala and Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan in his pretty dress that was so impeccably tailored it hid the physique a life of 'sabertraining and an on-going war had given him. Obi-Wan with his hair - a wig - in long soft waves. Obi-Wan with a face that wasn't fully his own and lashes that fanned over his cheekbones so prettily. Lashes he peered up at Anakin with, wholly ignorant of what a picture he was painting. Obi-Wan who could balance the meaningless chats and who melted into the crowd, appearing to be just like the other noblepersons that littered the halls in great numbers. Anakin felt the humming of the intoxicants in his system and how it had his blood singing. Half-hard in his pants haunted by the look of his pretty Master he welcomed the pleasant cool of the dark hallways beyond the main gathering halls. Obi-Wan had danced with him after the reveal, the sufficiently interested response to Anakin's somewhat blundered attempt at making conversation, fitting right in with those coming together around them. Smiling and laughing, his Master's hands eliciting heat wherever they were placed. The memory of them letting go of his flesh hand still tingled in his digits. He balled the hand into a fist but not even that chased the sensory afterimage away. It lingered, just as the shock of realizing who he had attempted to badly flirt with had.
Two hours of knowing his true identity had gone by and yet Anakin still had trouble overlaying the two appearances and marrying them into one person. It just seemed impossible; to have his strong, decisive Master on one side and then… this on the other. Maybe he'd put on special garments to alter his body's appearance additionally to the mesh on his face, but even so that didn't explain how he was holding himself so differently so effortlessly. Anakin had kept his Master in his line of sight after they'd parted ways again. Had kept looking, searching for the General and Jedi Master in him and had come up empty time and time again. It was like Obi-Wan had shed his cloak and his whole self at the same time, leaving something unknown behind. Even thinking back to his Master now, in the relative cool and blessed quiet of the mostly empty halls as he trudged along, it just did not want to make sense. The uncomfortable heat that had gathered with every glance of his Master's, that had increased with every hand so casually placed on his arm or shoulder or waist the few times they'd crossed paths after the first dance, it all coagulated near his groin now and amplified the throbbing of his heart there. As if it hadn't been humiliating enough to not recognize his own former Master.
He stumbled through the door to their quarters and peeled the face mesh off. Rubbed at the skin prickling from the residual gluegel and frowned as he pressed his hand against his pants, feeling his throbbing cock. He knew Obi-Wan had seen him leave and done nothing to prevent it so he'd assumed it was fine. But there was no telling of how long he'd have before his Master decided he'd had enough intel-gathering and turned in for the night. Was this even big enough a problem to need rubbing it out?
He had kept pressing against himself lost in thought and if it hadn't been an issue before it certainly was now; with a full erection constrained in his pants. The thoughts of his Master's hands on him just wouldn't leave. Obi-Wan had touched him plenty of times during their time as a pair. Less during the later years, when Anakin had learned how a proper Padawan had to behave and that physical comfort was not to be so easily given. But he had still touched him during training, rare hand-to-hand combat or when it was time to correct his katas and words alone hadn't been direction enough. But never had a touch felt like today. Probably because it had always been Obi-Wan and not a beautiful woman that had turned out to be Obi-Wan. Anakin shook his head. Closed his eyes and moaned as he thumbed over his tip. Wondered what it would be like to feel his Master's hands again, but in that strange new way - the way that it had been today, with the nails and the lashes-adorned eyes looking up at him. He shuddered. He knew it wouldn't happen again. It hadn't even been meant to happen today, so- His hips did an involuntary twitch forward. Maybe it had been too long after all. Maybe he just needed release. A short thing in the 'fresher where he could wash the evidence down the drain and hope to do the same with the memories of Obi-Wan's touches after thoroughly scrubbing himself down raw. The plan had barely taken shape in his distracted brain when the door in his back opened. His hand snapped away from his crotch and balled at his side. Caught off-guard he turned around.
Obi-Wan's eyes were on him already, worry apparent on his features though its intensity was mellowed by the mesh. Blessedly he didn't turn on the bright overhead lights, leaving only the fireless candles glowing along the wall to illuminate the room. "Anakin are you alright?" He crossed the room with hurried steps and, yes, finally. There were the familiar movements of the Jedi he knew, the stride of a General, quick and efficient.
The fingers that reached for him and then shrank back when he lifted an arm were still adorned with those long nails, and Anakin realized belatedly that they had done remarkably much to distract from the rather broad nature of the palms. But had that been it? Trickery of the eyes and a mere suggestion of something else that had been enough to blind him to the truth? A hand curled around his left wrist.
"Padawan?"
He blinked. The lashes really were so pretty on his Master's face. He lowered his eyes but all that reminded him of were the boobs his master was now having, and displaying in that dress. They looked so soft, too, rising and falling with his Master's accelerated breathing. He forced his eyes to the floor. It wasn't far to the 'fresher…
"I-" He swallowed. "I'm fine, Master. Really." He blinked again. Obi-Wan lowered his hands.
"How much did you have to drink?"
"Not that much. I'm fine, I just need. Some sleep." He turned away and took a few steps towards the 'fresher, unable to stomach looking at his Master like this. Unable to be seen by him. Not when he could still feel the ghost of every touch from this evening, not when his brain replayed so many glimpses he barely remembered that now had a heated undertone he didn't fully understand. Obi-Wan had always been such a sight whenever he took his robes off after a spar, leaving only the undergarments clinging to his arms and pecs. But that had been admiration from a then teenaged and still-growing Anakin, filled with the wish to just be as strong as his Master already. Less easily explained away were the few times they'd showered next to each other and Anakin had kept sneaking glances at the hair covering that space and the soft cock that hadn't extended past the rounded testicles hanging and softly swaying beneath, and that he then had to leave early because his own dick had shown exponentially more interest than he really had himself.
The waist of the dress cinched, drawing inwards and accentuating the barely-there shape of his Master's hips and he didn't know if it was because he had seen Obi-Wan and thought of him as attractive without knowing it was him or because he'd always liked his Master and had just - what, been too ignorant of his own feelings? For this long? Surely that hadn't happened - surely this was because Obi-Wan had pretended to be a woman, and because Anakin liked women and-
But this was Obi-Wan now. His Master now. Why wouldn't his body calm down? It was just his Master, in his disguise - only…
Anakin risked a glance back over his shoulder and nearly swallowed his tongue. His Master had turned around and taken off the shawl he'd been wearing around his shoulders. The dress, though it did not reveal much at the front, dipped down generously in the back. The line of his Master's spine was displayed in almost its entire length, down to the dimples that sat above the muscles of his rear.
The long-lashed eyes blinked back at him. "Are you sure you're quite alright?"
Had he made a noise? The weight of his erection still straining against the fabric paired uncomfortably with the heat of his embarassment. He hoped the low lighting would conceal both. "Yes?" He replied, and winced at the crack in his voice.
Obi-Wan furrowed his brows at him and pulled two pieces of jewellry off his ears. The effect was immediate. Where there had been calm and undisturbed waters before came a strong ripple in the Force around them now. With his shields so lax the rejuvenation of their bond was almost a slap to the face, and before Obi-Wan's own shields snapped in place the worry and care his Master felt for him washed through Anakin. The sensation was gone in an instant. His own shame replaced it, rolling through him icy cold and then burning hot. How much of what plagued his mind had escaped out into the Force? Into their bond?
"I- Was wondering why I couldn't sense-" He waved a hand towards Obi-Wan. Anakin's throat was so dry. He tried to swallow but nothing happened.
Obi-Wan was still looking at him from across the table that stood between them. In the half-dark it was difficult to read his expression, and Anakin was too fearfully holding on to his shields now to try to detect the minute changes in the Force around his Master that could've revealed hints towards his emotions.
"It's a new version of suppressor cuffs." Obi-Wan looked down on his hands weighing the pieces. "I was asked to try…" He trailed off as he put the jewellry down. Looked up again. Something impossible to decipher on his face.
Anakin's dick twitched at seeing his Master's hands let go of the metal and interlock their fingers. Had they been wearing their usual clothes it wouldn't have been visible - Obi-Wan's hands would've vanished in the sleeves of his outer robe. Did he always do this when he…?
The silence stretched between them. If Obi-Wan had felt what had occupied Anakin's thoughts in the time between leaving the gala and now - and Anakin had no illusion of his Master being so incompetent as to not notice - what was there left to loose? They were no longer bound together, not as Padawan and Master. Nothing of what transpired between them, or not transpired between them, would matter. They would return to Coruscant and ship out to the battlefront soon after. It didn't matter. Obi-Wan's eyes on him as he rubbed a thumb over the jewellry on his wrists and then began to tug it off didn't matter. Anakin swallowed and yet that didn't stop the words from slipping out anyways.
"You're so beautiful, Master." It escaped him too fast to hold back. Obi-Wan froze. The last bangle was prevented from sliding off his wrist as his hand clenched. A hint of the bashful demeanor he'd worn among the gala attendees stole back into Obi-Wan's body-language now, something almost timid. Anakin took a step forward without meaning.
"Thank you, Anakin. It's good to know the disguise was not only believable but also appealing." Appealing. Anakin bit down on his cheek.
"Yeah," A strange breathlessness had settled into his chest, especially as their eyecontact held. Something ached in Anakin's chest. "It really… really is. Was."
Obi-Wan looked away and put the last bangle down carefully. Anakin realized then that his Master wouldn't acknowledge what he must have felt from him, not past a barely-there blink-and-you'll-miss-it allusion to it. Anakin felt like he was standing on hot sand, torn between remaining where he was, and wanting to dive deeper into those urges that nudged him towards his Master now, driven by the evening's events and his own arousal in responding to those events. It wouldn't matter what he did now. The morning would come and Obi-Wan would go back to his usual self. Contained, restrained, fastidious; politely ignoring his former Padawan's failings. They were no longer his to point out and correct. The silence was almost unbearable. Anakin half wanted to be called out. If only Obi-Wan would say something, for his comforting voice to carry through the quiet air and fill it with something Anakin knew and loved and-
"Do you need help with the dress?" Anakin heard himself asking. It was something a good Padawan would offer to their Master, surely? Helping with their clothing? "Or- or your wig? I can take care of that if-"
"Ah, thank you, but-"
And then the broad shoulders that appeared almost dainty in those clothes and that get-up were under Anakin's hands. He had the mind to keep his lower half angled away, though the fabric falling over Obi-Wan's ass called to him, begging him to press his groin against it. He wanted so badly.
Obi-Wan sighed as Anakin's hands made contact and pressed into the sore spots that even a pretty disguise wouldn't erase, and that only someone that knew where they were hiding could uncover.
"You're too tense." Anakin mumbled, head dropped low. He brushed the long hair away from the shoulderblades. The scent of Obi-Wan's perfume rose, mingling with his natural sweat. It was so difficult to keep listening to what his Master was saying, but he was talking still, Anakin could feel the vibrations through his fingers where they sat and massaged his Master's shoulders. That was what it was supposed to be like. His Master doing the talking, and him not saying anything because Obi-Wan knew better, and more, and whenever Anakin opened his mouth it would end in disaster anyways. This wasn't a disaster, not really, but it still kind of was because Obi-Wan had undoubtedly seen what was going on in Anakin's head and had likely already drawn conclusions of it before Anakin understood even half. It wasn't really fair. A warm palm covered Anakin's mechno hand where it was still rubbing circles into the muscle.
"Are you listening to me, Padawan?"
"Of course." Anakin replied.
"What was I saying?"
The karking silence stretched between them again and it was worse than knowing he'd been caught lying. Anakin lowered his forehead until it rested against the back of his Master's head.
"I'm sorry," He said, and meant it. For not listening, for not being a better knight, for not recognizing him earlier. Obi-Wan sighed. Squeezed his fingers.
"I know."
But what did he know? How much did he know? Anakin felt horribly small, clinging to his Master like he wasn't a fully grown man. But was he? He curled his hands and cupped them over his Master's shoulders. He snuggled closer and leaned his cheek into the curve of his Master's neck, his lips nearly brushing the knob of the spine. And then he moved his head a little and did let his bottom lip touch the skin there. Obi-Wan went still under his hands.
"Anakin-"
"You really are so pretty like this, Master." He mumbled and it was the most devastating thing to admit to it now, like this.
"Anakin you shouldn't..."
"But you've seen that I do." It was misery that rang through his own words now, but what use was there in denying it? "You have, even if you're too polite to admit it. I'm a disappointement, for my lack of proper shielding, for- for being attached to my Master like this, for not reading the mission debrief and- and for-" He pressed his eyes close and willed his tongue to stop moving already. "I'm sorry." He whispered.
"Oh Anakin." Obi-Wan leaned back towards him, just a bit. "We're not responsible for our thoughts. You're not a lesser Jedi for having them." His own thumb rubbed over the joints of Anakin's mechno hand.
"Easy for you to say." Anakin mumbled, still hiding his face at the back of his Master's neck. "You're the paragon of a good Jedi..."
"Am I?" Obi-Wan turned his head though there was no way for him to see his former Padawan. "If you think I am, then there is no reason for you to think of yourself as less-than." Anakin furrowed his brows.
"But I'm not! My thoughts-"
Obi-Wan's hand on his own tightened. "Your thoughts don't make you a lesser Jedi, Padawan." His lecturing voice, even if it had a raw edge to it now. Anakin had missed it terribly. "If that were the case, I wouldn't be much better than yourself."
Anakin stilled. What? Surely his Master- Surely he wouldn't-
"Do you have such thoughts too?" Anakin whispered, barely daring to voice the thought. It felt- preposterous, to even assume...
"Yes." Obi-Wan replied. He was looking straight ahead again though his head was still carefully leaned against Anakin's. "Sometimes. But I do not let them shape me or lead my actions."
"Unlike me." Anakin closed his eyes again. He allowed his own body to come closer and touched it to his Master's backside, feeling like enough time had passed that his dick would have flagged and returned to a more managable state. Unfortunately their height difference perfectly lined up his bulge between his Master's cheeks, and feeling their presence, his dick stirred once more.
"Sometimes I admire you for it." The words were so quiet they barely registered.
"What?" Anakin asked, certain he must have misheard. "What's admirable about that?"
"Heeding the Force makes you a better Jedi. Attuned to the workings of the universe."
"This isn't the workings of the universe." Anakin mumbled and pressed his growing erection further into his Master. Obi-Wan made a choked off noise - disgust, probably. Disappointement that his former Padawan would even use a moment like this to twist and turn his words. Obi-Wan's second hand caught hold of Anakin's hip.
"It's not." He agreed with a low voice.
"I should... leave." Anakin sighed. He knew it was the best thing to do.
"Where would you go?" Obi-Wan asked, his hand on Anakin's hip. "We still have the night before we're scheduled to return to Coruscant."
"I can't well stay, now can I!" Anakin said, hurt and confused at once. His Master remained quiet and it only sowed doubt in Anakin's heart. Hadn't this been what he'd been supposed to say? Had he picked wrong again? "...Can I?" He asked, meek.
He heard Obi-Wan swallow. The firm ass pressed back into his crotch a bit but when Anakin went to move and pull away, the hand on his hip stopped him. The pressure on his bulge increased, and trapped as he was, Anakin could barely bite back the groan that wanted to escape him.
"Master-" He muffled himself against Obi-Wan's shoulder because it was easier than anything else. Didn't even kiss the skin, only pressed his mouth against it, and it still wasn't enough to keep the noises down as there was almost something like a rhythm established - if pressure simply increasing and then falling away could even be called that. It was enough to have Anakin's cock dent the fabric of his pants again, and for Anakin's hips to twitch forward without his choice. The little punched-out noise came from Obi-Wan again, and this time Anakin wasn't as quick to dismiss it. This time he paused and thought, and when he rolled his hips again and felt his Master quickly swallow half of it down he knew it for what it had been. A moan. He let his lips touch down more gently. More like a kiss. More like several kisses that spread over Obi-Wan's spine and into the crook of his neck, which was exposed to him by his Master tilting his head aside. The hand that had held his hip wouldn't let go but his Master still braced his other on the table in their front after Anakin purposefully ground his erection into his Master's ass, testing. He peeled one of his own hands away from the shoulder he'd been holding on to for the past minutes and slid it down his Master's side. It was one smooth glide down, nothing interrupting the motion. Not even the bump of covered fabric as Anakin's fingers reached his Master's hips.
"Did you not wear anything underneath?" Anakin breathed out. Obi-Wan shook his head.
"No I- The tape, to hide my- But nothing- Nothing else-"
Anakin groaned. To know his Master hadn't even bothered to put on anything - had been walking around without anything underneath-
"Tape?" He asked belatedly, brain slow to catch up.
"It helps smoothe down the groin, and hides my- It's already loose now, here, I'll just-"
Anakin reluctantly brought a little distance between them as Obi-Wan bend forward, reached down and under his dress and then pulled at something. A long piece of shaped something dangled in his hand as he stood up straight again. Anakin crowded in close once more and hooked his chin over his Master's shoulder. He could see down the front of the dress now - the boobs couldn't obscure the way the shimmering dress was pushed out just above Obi-Wan's legs. His Master moaned as he rubbed over his crotch to the side, not touching the erection directly.
"Feels much better..." He sighed. And then breathed in in alarm at feeling Anakin's hand close around the throbbing organ, wrapped in the softness of the dress. "A-Anakin-" Their cheeks touched. Obi-Wan was now holding on to the table with both hands. "I've never-"
"You've never touched yourself here?" Anakin asked. It seemed impossible. But then again, until this day his Master not being the perfect Jedi inside and out had seemed impossible as well. Maybe-
"No, no I have, I just- Never had someone else... Do this."
Anakin twisted his wrist and stroked the considerable length his Master was now hiding under his dress. "Does it feel good?" Anakin asked.
"Y-Yes..." Obi-Wan breathed out, the word shaky and soft.
Anakin's second hand came around his Master's front and he wrapped it around the base of the cock still hidden from view as well. "You feel good, too." Anakin mumbled. His hips were still grinding against Obi-Wan's, a bit more forcefully now that he had an anchorpoint to stabilize his Master with. He massaged the cock in his hands, going so far as to reach one hand lower and cup the balls beneath. Obi-Wan moaned out loud at that. He slapped a hand over his mouth and the next sound was muffled, but that one moan alone was music to Anakin's ears. He shuddered. Had they been naked their skin would have undoubtedly made much more noise than their vocal chords combined. But as it was, Anakin's hips pumping against Obi-Wan's made little sound though to an outsider the motion would have been unmistakeably lewd. It didn't matter that they were both still fully clothed. Anakin had never felt better, had never felt happier and more aroused than in this moment, with both hands on his Master's genitals, repeatedly pressing his erection against said Master's ass. He made a shallow fist of his hand and cupped it over Obi-Wan's tip. Obi-Wan wheezed. For the first time he moved forward willingly, kriffing the hand Anakin had offered to him. Pleasure shot through Anakin. He thought about taking his own cock out and sliding it into the sleek fabric between his Master's cheeks, but then he felt Obi-Wan tensing, moaning loud even behind his hand, and just in the moment after, the throbbing in his hands had a big wet spot spreading on the dress's front. Obi-Wan's head fell forward as he leaned on his hands, breathing heavy and legs wobbling. Anakin's hands drifted back to the meaty hips still pressed against his crotch and moved close. Hugged his arms around the sturdy waist and gave himself over to the feeling of humping his Master, knowing the other's cum was staining the fabric already.
"Anakin," Obi-Wan moaned and Anakin's hips did a desperate thrust. There was no warm, wet hand or hole for him to push into, nothing that would welcome the seed he was ready to give. But it didn't matter because it was his Master's body that was still flush against his own, his Master's back that was arching beneath him. He closed his eyes and thought of how good it felt, how good it was. He wished to be inside his Master so their encounter would leave something of himself inside Obi-Wan. A lingering reminder, a whisper of what it had been like when Anakin had still been marked by the single braid falling past his ear. He wished to give his seed to his Master's body. He came in his pants instead. Short, intense pulses that had the fabric by his tip grow saturated and moist. He moaned and pressed closer to his Master.
Groaned as he came down from the peak and felt relief settle in his limbs. He had needed this. Badly.
"Thank you, Master." He mumbled between lazy kisses pressed against his Master's shoulders. "You felt so good. So good. The best."
His Master snorted softly. "Surely you've had better than me before. I'm hardly-"
"No." Anakin said, too pleased to feel like argueing. "Were m' first, Master."
"Oh." It escaped Obi-Wan softly.
Though he was loathe to do so, Anakin peeled away from his Master's back. The cum in his pants was cooling already and unpleasantly tacky. No doubt his Master wanted to clean up and just go to sleep already. Anakin took a step back. When Obi-Wan turned around, the damp spot at his front had only spread further. His now limp cock gently pushed against the fabric, creating the barest hint of something hiding underneath the fabric. It wasn't a conscious decision for Anakin to step closer again and press a kiss to his Master's mouth, but he just- his Master looked so beautiful. And after a moment of kissing him, of cupping his face and feeling the slightly wrong texture of the face mesh, Obi-Wan's hands found Anakin's wrist and his waist and he wasn't pushed away. He was held just as close.
written for @virginwan weekend day 1 - feminzation + coming in pants
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Original Trilogy
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Darth Vader
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker | Darth Vader
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Anal Sex, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Disabled Darth Vader, Top Obi-Wan Kenobi, Bottom Darth Vader, Darth Vader Does Not Have a Penis
Series: Part 4 of Coffee’s Virginwan Weekend 2026
Summary:
Obi-Wan had very little faith in his ability to make this a pleasurable experience for his once Padawan, once enemy, now lover. Despite the fact that once upon a time Obi-Wan had sometimes been described as handsome and often flirtatious, he had never had sex, and moreover Vader had so many health complications that made intimacy difficult.
(Obi-Wan and Vader have sex for the first time, and for Obi-Wan it is the first time with anyone.)
secret fourth (and last) entry for @virginwan weekend! i hope you enjoy <3
—- baby sith/situationship Anakin, finally finds the loop in getting the commitment he deserves. Just in time for Padawan Obi-wan to find a loophole for the world’ worse truth serum.
Their routine was familiar by now. Each time, they built back up to this, gently easing Obi-Wan out of his head and into Anakin’s arms, where he sighed and touched and gave ground oh-so-willingly.
Anakin knew the way Obi-Wan felt in his arms, the way their mouths fit together, the easy rhythm their lips and tongues and hands fell into. He knew the sensitive spots on Obi-Wan’s neck, knew that he would shudder when Anakin scratched his thumb gently over his still-clothed nipple.
He loved making Obi-Wan shudder like that.
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and just in time for the end of @virginwan weekend, I was finally able to post the final chapters! This story is now complete 🫶 today’s update is three chapters (5, 6, and an epilogue) so make sure you read them in the right order!
Given AO3’s downtime, I’m going to give it another day or two before I try to make any round up posts, just so that anyone affected by the downtime can get their fic or other fanwork into the collection first!
