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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 4 months

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Always be my Master

Soooo!!!!! Since the author reveals are up for the @topwan-obikin fest I can post the fics that I have (so far) submitted for the fest! This is the first one, I hope you enjoy it, you can also find it HERE on AO3. Fandom: Star Wars Rating: Mature Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary: Anakin has just been knighted, and both he and Obi-Wan are having a hard time with what that could mean for them. Neither of them are looking forward to the distance that could be put between them once they start taking on separate missions from the Council, but Anakin has a little something planned to hopefully help Obi-Wan feel a bit better about the situation.

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The knighting ceremony went off without a hitch, thank the Force. Obi-Wan wasn't sure his already shattered nerves could have taken anything less than perfection. Anakin did splendidly, as Obi-Wan had known he would, and now stood before him as an official Jedi Knight, no longer a Padawan, no longer his charge. And now that it was over, Obi-Wan felt not only the sense of pride he knew he would, but also a small amount of loss. He had been Anakin’s master for so long now, he couldn't imagine being anything less, just another Jedi beside him. He wasn't sure he knew life outside of Anakin anymore.

Anakin was feeling much of the same. Of course he had been thrilled to finally be knighted, but he was also worried that it meant he would be seeing less of Obi-Wan than he usually did. Now that he was knighted it meant separate missions, being on planets in different systems. It could mean weeks apart from Obi-Wan, or months, even… years. The woe outweighed the joy of the ceremony, and the pit in his stomach continued to grow, he hated it. But as much as he knew he was dreading the change and the possible, more likely imminent, parting from Obi-Wan on Council missions, Anakin knew his former master was taking it a slight bit harder.

Despite Obi-Wan trying his hardest over the days leading up to the ceremony to keep the bond closed, Anakin was able to catch a few quick glimpses of his feelings. Most of which were the same as Anakin’s, though even more so. He too was worried about what would become of them after they were no longer connected as Master and Padawan, and he was more and more anxious as the day grew closer and closer. Anakin could tell Obi-Wan was taking the whole thing even harder than he was, but he was doing a great job if not letting it show outside the bond.

Through the entire ceremony Obi-Wan had been the epitome of calm. He stood and watched as Anakin was knighted, smiled proudly when his braid was cut. Even now as they walked side by side back to their chambers, he still remained as serene as he always was, but Anakin could still feel the faintest buzz of welling chaos slipping through the bond.

When they stepped inside their shared chambers and were standing outside their room doors, the air between them became charged, and Anakin was suddenly nervous. He’d honestly been more excited for this moment than he had been for his knighting ceremony. His hand fiddled with the small box he’d tucked into his robe pocket just before the ceremony, his fingers ran nervously over the clasp keeping the box shut. Anakin had gone out and bought it the day he found out the date if his ceremony, he'd had to sneak away from Obi-Wan and his insistence on a training session to get it, but he wanted to wait until after the ceremony to give it to his former Master and he wanted to do it when they were alone. Now was the perfect time.

"Obi-Wan, I-"

"Congratulations, Anakin," Obi-wan stopped him short, a smile plastered on his face, though Anakin could tell it was forced, "I want you to know I am very proud of you. You've worked hard to get here, and you deserve every bit of recognition for your efforts. I know you will do well as a Knight under the Order. And know should you ever need me, I will always be here for you. Good night, Anakin."

And without so much as a second glance Obi-Wan turned, walked into his room, and closed the door behind him.

Anakin wasn't at all surprised by Obi-Wan’s elusive behaviour, he'd seen it coming over the weeks. He knew it was just Obi-Wan’s typical and ever predictable nature, the 'push you away before I end up hurt' phase that he had seen one too many times from his Master. Especially since the death of Qui-Gon. But Anakin was not going to sit idly by and let Obi-Wan force him out of his life, in fact, he actually had quite the opposite plan.

He gave Obi-Wan a few more moments of peace before he knocked on his door. Obi-Wan opened it with a confused look as he had only been with Anakin just a few moments before.

"Anakin?" He said, brow raised. "Aren't you going out with the other Padawan’s to celebrate your knighting?"

"I am," he nodded, "but not tonight. A few of the others aren't being knighted for a few more days, so we're all going out next week to celebrate everyone at once."

Obi-Wan’s mouth opened in a silent 'ah' before he asked, "And why are you here then? Is something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong, I uh…" Anakin chuckled slightly, pulled the black box from his pocket and held it out toward Obi-Wan. "I got you something."

"Oh, Anakin, you didn't-"

"I wanted to," he stopped his protests, another thing Anakin had predicted his Master would do. But he held strong and pushed the box closer to Obi-wan, "please take it."

Obi-Wan sighed but eventually did take the box, and Anakin waited, quite impatiently, for Obi-Wan to open it. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened when he saw what rested inside. A simple gold chain with a medallion attached, on the surface of which was carved in a beautifully intricate pattern of swirls.

"Anakin…" Obi-Wan breathed as his fingers gently caressed the medallion.

"Look, I know Jedi aren't supposed to have attachments and possessions," he began, "but I could tell you were having as much of a hard time as I am letting go of the whole Master and Padawan thing, so I wanted to give you something to thank you for everything you've done for me over the years we've been together. I know it’s not much, but I made sure the chain is long enough that if you decide to wear it, no one will be able to see it under your clothes, and only I will know it's there. Our secret. If you want to wear it, that is."

"Of course I'll wear it, Anakin." Obi-Wan was breathless at this point, completely reeling from not only the gift, but also the thought Anakin had clearly put into it. "This is so very thoughtful of you, and I shall cherish it always. Thank you, my Pa-Anakin."

Anakin smirked at the slip and replied, "You're welcome, Master," he accentuated the title he still fully intended to use, "and good night, I'm glad you like it."

With a quick bow to Obi-Wan, Anakin turned and walked into his own room across the hall. As soon as Anakin was behind his closed door, Obi-Wan took the medallion from the box and lifted the chain over his head, settling the medallion in the center of his chest, close to his heart.

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The days following the ceremony were riddled with even more anxiety, from both Anakin and Obi-wan in equal parts. Anakin was awaiting his first call to a mission, knowing that it would be his first time since a youngling separated from Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan was racked with just as much worry about it as Anakin was. Between the two of them there couldn't possibly be a bigger mess in the entire galaxy.

They sat through endless and boring Council meetings, the entire time just waiting for the Council to make up their minds on what their next move would be. And though Obi-Wan’s undivided attention was on the meeting and its contents, Anakin's attention throughout every meeting was on the way Obi-Wan’s hands never seemed to leave the spot over his chest where Anakin's medallion rested beneath his robes. Through each and every meeting Anakin watched Obi-Wan with lust filled eyes as he seemed to cling to the medallion like a lifeline. Each time the Council started up talks again about which Jedi to send out on missions, Obi-Wan’s hand flew to the necklace beneath the robes. If they even so much as mentioned Anakin's name or looked in his direction, Obi-Wan clutched it in a fistful of fabric. Even if Anakin was nowhere near a part of any conversation, Obi-Wan’s fingers still grazed it lightly, his eyes closing and his breathing evening out, like the necklace was a way to calm his every woe. Anakin even felt the change in Obi-Wan through the bond each time he touched it, and in a way it helped to calm Anakin too.

On the fourth day after his knighting ceremony, and probably the twentieth Council meeting, Anakin could no longer contain his pent up energy. So he suggested a sparring session, he figured they could both use the release. And that's how they ended up in a private area of the Temple, just the two of them, lightsabers flying in every direction while they mercilessly attacked each other.

The sparring went on for a while, both of them having more vigor then they had thought, until they were both dripping sweat and heaving breaths. Obi-Wan, completely exhausted, turned away from Anakin for a moment, just long enough to remove his shirt from his glistening body. Anakin watched with hungry eyes as the medallion came into view while Obi-Wan wiped the beading sweat from his face. He could feel himself becoming excited at the mere sight of it around Obi-Wan’s neck, stuck to his toned chest in a pool of sweat. A claim that no one else knew was there, except him. A piece of himself that would always be with Obi-Wan no matter where the two of them were, and Obi-Wan had not only accepted the gift but was wearing it proudly and had already become dependent on it. It was enough to make Anakin's knees weak.

“Anakin?” He jolted, quickly lifting his eyes away from Obi-Wan’s chest and up to his eyes. “What day are you supposed to go out to celebrate with the other knighted Padawans?”

“Tonight, actually,” he answered and took a few steps toward Obi-Wan, though still a bit wobbly, “once we are done here I'll have to get ready quickly so I can meet everyone on time. Why?”

“Master Yoda informed me earlier that you will be getting your first orders tomorrow.” Anakin's brows raised. He was excited though nervous, and a bit shocked that Obi-Wan seemed to be as serene as he was about it. “I am only glad your first mission will not interfere with your celebrations, you've certainly earned the night out.”

He nodded. “Do you know what my orders will be?”

“A simple matter of diplomacy, nothing to worry about,” he said, his hand coming up to once again toy with the medallion around his neck. It was enough to have Anakin biting his lip to try and keep his composure. “And I will be joining you on the mission. Not as your Master, of course, but the Council feels that we work best when we are together.”

“Well, they aren't wrong,” Anakin smiled and breathed a soft sigh of relief, “and see, Master, I told you that you wouldn't be getting rid of me so easily.”

“And when exactly did you tell me this?” He asked, an amused lilt to his tone. “You can't say ‘I told you so’ if you haven't actually told me so.”

Anakin just smirked, walked closer, and touched the tip of his finger against the medallion still between Obi-Wan’s fingers. “You haven't opened it yet, have you, Master?”

“Opened it?” He looked down, fiddling even more with it. “I didn't know it opened.”

“It opens.” Anakin stated simply before heading toward the door, but then turned back just before he reached it. “Really, Master, must I walk you through everything like a youngling?”

Obi-Wan tilted his head fondly as he watched Anakin leave, and once he was out of sight he turned his attention back to the medallion. He rolled it gently between his fingers while he examined its edges, and then he saw it, the barely visible groove. He popped it open and turned it toward him in a snap, and he nearly dropped it when he saw what was inside.

On both sides of the medallion was an inscription. To most people it would look like a bunch of scribbles, but Obi-Wan recognized it instantly as Huttese. It was one of the main languages used on Anakin's home planet, so when he had come into Obi-Wan’s care as a boy he was fluent. Obi-Wan remembered very clearly having one hell of a time trying to break Anakin of the habit of writing everything in Huttese when he was still a youngling in his training classes, instead of using standard. But recently Anakin had taken it up again and had been teaching Obi-Wan, so thankfully he was able to both recognize and read the inscriptions, which is why his breath hitched the second he opened it.

The left side was engraved with the date of Anakin's knighting ceremony, but the engraving on the right was what really made Obi-Wan’s heart stop. One simple sentence, but so perfectly Anakin, read: 'No matter where I am amongst the stars, or how much distance there may be between us, you will always be my Master, and forever be the only man who holds my heart'.

It took everything Obi-Wan had not to fall to his knees, it took more than that to remind himself he still had to breathe. And for a long time he remained planted in place, alone in the training room, reading that one sentence over and over. Until he had committed it to memory, until it had soaked into his very veins, until it was all he was and ever wanted to be. He needed to see Anakin.

His head quickly snapped up to the clock on the wall. He still had enough time to hurry back to their chambers and catch Anakin before he left for his night out, and before he knew it he was sprinting through the Temple's halls to do just that.

As soon as he was inside their chambers, he ran straight to Anakin's room and knocked fiercely. Anakin opened the door quickly, now stood before Obi-Wan in casual clothing, cleaned up and ready for his night out celebrating. Obi-Wan on the other hand was a shambled mess. He was panting again from his jog through the halls, sweaty, and still shirtless, clutching the open medallion in his hand.

"So you got it open," Anakin smiled, "I thought maybe you were knocking because you weren't able to figure out how. Do you need me to translate the inscriptions for you? I know Huttese isn't your favourite language, but I thought it would mean more to us then-"

Obi-Wan cut him off, stopping him with both hands on his face and pulled him in for a fierce kiss. Full of passion, and fire, and so many long years of feelings left unsaid.

When they broke apart, Anakin snuck his arms around Obi-Wan’s waist to keep him close. "I'm going to assume that means you were able to translate it on your own."

Obi-Wan nodded, still breathless. "Anakin. As I said before, I will always be here for you no matter what, but in the end I am glad I am no longer your Master, because I have wanted to do this for a very long time."

Anakin smiled, one that lit his entire face with the force of it. "What are you waiting for then?"

Obi-Wan didn't have to be told twice as he lunged at Anakin, once again taking his mouth in a hard kiss, backing them into Anakin's room and toward the bed. When Anakin's knees touched the edge of it he let Obi-Wan lay him back gently, crowding between his legs as their tongues explored each other's mouths with vigour. But something crossed his mind just then and he pulled back, though Anakin didn't let him go too far, craning his neck forward to attack the juncture of Obi-Wan’s tight jawline.

“I… you should go,” he started, but had to take a breath as Anakin sucked on a particularly sensitive spot behind his ear. It took everything he had not to surge forward and grind against Anakin. “I mean I should go, I don't want to stop you from having your night out with the other Padawans.”

“My… my what?” Anakin asked, confused as he pulled away from Obi-Wan’s neck only to chase after his lips.

But Obi-Wan was faster and stopped him. “Your celebration with the other knighted Padawans. It's tonight.”

“Oh,” Anakin panted, “oh, right.”

“You deserve the night out,” Obi-Wan smiled down at him, “we can continue this another night, after you’ve had your well deserved fun with your friends.”

Anakin reached out, placing both of his hands on Obi-Wan’s cheeks and pulled him closer. “I don't even care about that anymore. Let them have their fun without me, I would much rather stay here with you.”

“Anakin,” he protested, again dodging his former Padawans' eager lips, “you should go.”

He lifted up, pressing their foreheads together and rubbing his nose against Obi-Wan’s. Their breaths blended between them as he whispered, heady and breathless, “Lay me down, Master, take what has always been yours. I want nothing else but you.”

Obi-Wan could take no more, his resolve completely diminished, so he surrendered completely to the boy beneath him and gave Anakin everything he wanted, everything they had both longed for for so long. He lifted him to sit up in his lap, Anakin's arms lifting to let Obi-Wan free him of his shirt before their lips crashed together again. Obi-Wan couldn't help but notice how well they fit together, how wonderful Anakin felt in his lap, pressed against him, their lips and tongues in perfect synchronization. He had never melded so perfectly with another being before, and even as their Force signatures swirled and danced together in a flawless waltz of two people so deeply in love, Obi-Wan knew right then it would always be Anakin. Never again would anything else ever compare.

Anakin pulled back but kept their faces close, foreheads pressed together. His hand untangled itself from Obi-Wan’s hair, trailed down his neck, and stopped when it caught on the gold chain of the necklace still around his neck. Obi-Wan watched his eyes follow the chain down to where the medallion settled in the center of his chest, Anakin's hand following the same path until his fingers were tracing the circle of the medallion.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched, his chest heaving up into Anakin's hand, then he all but stopped breathing as Anakin leaned down, eyes laser focused on the medallion, and licked a long stripe over its resting place. He threw his head back with a breathy moan, his breathing becoming erratic as Anakin's tongue now traced it. It was almost too much, his body shook with not only the intensity of the lust between them, but also the consistent thrumming of their Force signatures.

He laid Anakin on his back again, quickly removing what was remaining of their clothes, and leaned in to press their finally naked bodies together. He kissed Anakin once before moving to devour his neck, leaving behind his mark in each spot he touched, not even caring if they would be seen. His need for everyone to know that Anakin was finally his was overwhelming, no matter the consequences.

He made his way down to Anakin's nipple, stopping to suck and nibble at it for a moment. Anakin's hands flew to his hair, the tight grip only urging Obi-Wan further as a breathy moan of his name escaped his lips. He moved further down, trailing his tongue along the center of his stomach, over his naval, his nose brushed over the patch of hair just below it, then Anakin's head tossed back with a throaty moan as his warm lips ghosted over his swollen cock.

“Obi-Wan…” He gasped, squirming beneath his featherlight teasing.

Obi-Wan looked up through his lashes at Anakin. He was a picture of perfection, painted in the finest oils in the vision of the most talented artist. His skin was flushed and slick with sweat, his eyes lidded as he peered down at Obi-Wan where he hovered over his cock. Back arched off the bed, muscles tight in his arms where they flexed against the sheets.

He marvelled at the boy beneath him, marked by him, half of him in every way. "My love," he breathed against sensitive skin, earning another groan, "tell me if anything hurts."

Anakin nodded, not able to speak actual words, and took Obi-Wan’s outstretched hand to hold as a lubed up finger pushed at his entrance.

Obi-Wan took his time preparing Anakin, and enjoyed every second of it. The sounds that came from his already raspy throat, the way he squirmed as he added a second and then a third finger, gloriously stretching him to fit his own engorged cock, the way his name was breathed like a prayer from gaping lips.

When he felt that Anakin was ready he lifted himself back up, hovering over Anakin on strong arms. He leaned in and kissed him, this time slow, full of only passion and promises. As he did Obi-Wan pressed their bodies together and at a torturous pace began grinding his cock with Anakin’s between them. Anakin groaned into his mouth and Obi-Wan greedily swallowed every sound he was willing to give him. Until finally he pulled back, just enough to reach a hand between them and press the tip of his cock against Anakin's entrance.

"Are you ready, dear one?"

"Yes," Anakin breathed desperately, "I've been ready for this for so long."

Obi-Wan chuckled, “As have I." Then he pressed down further again, his cock pushing slightly into Anakin as he rested their foreheads together. "If you need me to stop, you tell me right away, is that clear?"

Anakin nodded quickly, the anticipation within him rising to extreme levels. All he wanted was Obi-Wan, all of him, inside him, completely one with him in every way.

"Good boy," Obi-Wan purred in his ear and slowly pushed into him.

Anakin gasped and arched his back as Obi-Wan’s cock filled him. He was huge, much bigger than any toy Anakin had used while he pretended it was Obi-Wan on many lonely nights. But he didn't want him to stop, the ache quickly gave way to pleasure, and soon enough Obi-Wan was bottomed out.

"Tell me when you're ready for me to move-"

"Move."

Obi-Wan laughed, "Eager, aren't we?" Then he pulled out, almost all the way, so his tip was pulling at Anakin's rim, then slammed back in so hard Anakin was shifted up the bed. "If that's how you want it, I will give you everything you want, my love."

He took up a brutal pace, slamming into Anakin. All anakin could do beneath him was claw at Obi-Wan’s back, hold on for dear life as Obi-Wan fucked the Force right out of him, and babble incoherent half syllables of his name with the occasional "yes" or "harder" thrown into the mix.

It was more than Anakin had ever dreamed, being with Obi-Wan in this way. They were connected now more than they had ever been, he could feel their bond grow infinitely stronger, and the love he felt for his Master all these years beamed within him. Never in all the years of the galaxy had Anakin thought Obi-Wan would feel the same.

Obi-Wan lifted himself off Anakin, bracing his elbows on the bed and hovering over him. The changed angle had Anakin clawing even harder at Obi-Wan’s back and his legs clenching tighter around his waist as he continued his unrelenting rhythm. But the moment was momentarily lost when something swung down and smacked Anakin in the face.

He tilted his head down from where it had been tossed back against the pillows, only to be hit again as Obi-Wan thrust into him. The necklace swung with each thrust and the medallion bumped his face each time.

Obi-Wan noticed, and without stopping he lifted a hand to the back of his neck. "I’m sorry, dear one, let me take it off-"

That was the last thing Anakin wanted. The fact that he had such a visible claim on his former Master was enough to have him nearly on the edge already.

"No," he panted and reached out to stop Obi-Wan’s hand, "leave it on."

Obi-Wan only picked up speed in response, turning Anakin once again into a moaning wreck beneath him. The medallion was still swinging into Anakin’s face, bouncing off of him every time Obi-Wan thrust to meet him, so Anakin opened his mouth and tilted his head just enough so he could catch the medallion between his teeth, and held it there while Obi-Wan fucked him senseless.

Obi-Wan stared down at Anakin, the gold glinting between his teeth, his tongue resting on the edge of it, the moans and grunts escaping past it. His hips stuttered at the sight and his arms nearly gave out. "Oh, Anakin, dear one," he moaned, "I am so close."

"Me too, Master," he replied around the medallion, just as breathless, "make me come, Obi-Wan."

He leaned closer to Anakin, wrapped his arms under his shoulders, and drove his cock relentlessly into him. Both of them threw their heads back as Obi-Wan assaulted Anakin's prostate with every push, until finally they both moaned their releases, shouting each other's names, and collapsing into a pile of sweating, panting messes.

Obi-Wan laid on Anakin's chest for a while, regaining his breathing, not even caring about the sticky mess between them. Then he lifted himself up onto his hands and peered down at his beautiful dishevelled boy. His eyes were still lidded and lust blown, still breathing a bit hard. The marks on his neck and chest were becoming more prominent, making Obi-Wan want to ravish him again already. The medallion was still caught between Anakin's teeth, and Obi-Wan felt his dick twitch inside him at the sight.

He leaned in and kissed Anakin like his life depended on it, parting his mouth with his own lips and delving his tongue inside his mouth. The medallion danced between their tongues, but Obi-Wan could feel that Anakin was growing tired through the kiss. So he hooked his tongue under the medallion and sucked it into his mouth and held it between his lips. He pulled back from Anakin, sliding the medallion between his lips and then dropped it back to swing around his neck.

He beamed down at him, still completely blissed out, and ran a hand through his hair. "Dear one, you should rest," he said as he pulled out of Anakin and moved to lay beside him.

Anakin hummed and rolled over to rest his head on Obi-Wan’s chest and wrap his arm tightly around his waist. He mumbled something into Obi-Wan’s skin, muffled by how deeply he was digging himself into the older man's chest.

Obi-Wan chuckled and rubbed his hand slowly up and down Anakin's back. "You'll have to speak up a bit, dear one, I didn't quite hear you."

Anakin lifted his head slightly, just enough to look up with the most adoring eyes and repeat, "I love you, Obi-Wan."

Obi-Wan smiled as Anakin put his head back down on his chest. "I love you too, dear one. And as I have your heart, you too have mine."

He leaned down and placed a kiss on Anakin's head as Anakin simultaneously kissed his chest, and the two very quickly fell asleep wrapped in each others arms.

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An incessant buzzing woke Anakin from his sleep, and his rolling off to the side woke Obi-Wan. Anakin leaned over the bed, digging for the annoying comlink somewhere lost in the clothes strewn all over the floor.

Obi-Wan rolled over, plastering himself over Anakin's back and wrapping his arms around his waist. “Why is your comlink going off at such an ungodly hour? I was having a perfect sleep.”

“So was I.” He smiled when Obi-Wan kissed the side of his neck. “It's probably a message from one of the other Padawans. I never called them to cancel last night.”

“I'm sorry you missed your night out, Anakin.”

“I'm not,” he answered quickly, then rolled back over when he finally found his comlink tucked into his pants pocket. He laid back with his head resting on Obi-Wan’s chest. “Trust me, I had a much better time staying here with you then I would have at some over crowded club.”

“Well, I'm glad it was good.”

“It was amazing,” he tilted his head back and kissed Obi-Wan quickly.

“We will have to do it again, then,” Obi-Wan said, then shifted to hover over Anakin and pepper him with sweet kisses.

"Maybe we should make it a permanent part of our lives," Anakin replied, arching his back and moaning as Obi-Wan sucked a nipple.

"I can certainly get on board with that," he said, then reached down to grab Anakin's wandering hands and pin them to the bed above his head, "stay still."

Anakin couldn't help but groan at the firmness in Obi-Wan’s voice, and it certainly did not go unnoticed by Obi-Wan.

"If you liked to be ordered around, dear one, all you had to do was say so." Anakin only moaned again in response, writhing beneath Obi-Wan’s ministrations, his cock already half hard and grinding against Obi-Wan’s hip.

The comlink still in Anakin's hand went off again, and Obi-Wan lifted his lips from his neck with a huff. "That infernal device has horrible timing."

Obi-Wan rolled off of him, and Anakin brought the device in front of his face. "Just let me check the messages and then hopefully they'll stop sending them."

He started at the beginning of the holos, which were sent from various other Padawans clearly at the start of their night, all inquiring as to his whereabouts. As the night went on and the Padawans got notably more intoxicated, the holos became a slew of drunken dancing, group shots while standing on top of a table, screaming, and the occasional comment about all the fun he was missing out on. Anakin had to disagree.

Anakin just laughed and tossed the comlink back on the floor in favour of turning his attention back to Obi-Wan. "I'll talk to them before we ship out for the mission. If I promise to make it up to them when we return they might forgive me."

"What will you tell them in regards to why you missed out on last night?"

"The truth," Anakin shrugged with a smirk, pulling Obi-Wan back to hover over him again and settle between his legs, "that I was following orders."

"If my memory serves me right, which I think it does, you were giving more orders last night then I was," he chuckled against Anakin's lips as he leaned in, "faster and harder were two I remember being used more than once."

"Well you were in a pretty bossy mood before the comlink ruined our fun, and speaking of which," he rolled them so Obi-Wan was on his back with Anakin straddling his hips, hovering over his already hard cock, "I wouldn't mind taking a few more of those orders before I have to take my first real orders from the Council."

Obi-Wan grabbed his hips, fingers digging in and Anakin's head tossed back. "I think that can be arranged," he said as he guided Anakin down, his cock slipping easily into Anakin's still loose hole, but he held him firm without allowing him to sink all the way down, "hold on to the headboard and do not let go."

Anakin did as he was told, leaning over Obi-Wan and grasping the headboard with both hands. Before he even had a chance to ready himself, Obi-Wan was pounding up into him and already Anakin was in total bliss.

And to think he had been so nervous about being knighted and losing his Master to distance, he had never been so happy to be wrong. Neither of them were going to be letting go of the other any time soon, Council be damned.

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A/N: And there you have fic number one for the fest, I hope you all enjoyed it! If you would like to be tagged for the second fic I wrote for the fest, or any other fics I submit, then please let me know and I would be glad to tag you <3

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 4 months

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No More Blind Dates

As promised, here is my second fic contribution for the @topwan-obikin fest! I hope you enjoy it, you can also find it HERE on AO3. Fandom: Star Wars Rating: General Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary: Padmé sets Anakin up on a blind date... again, and despite his annoyance he goes and of course he gets stood up, let alone waiting at the movie theatre looking like a lost puppy. Thankfully someone else finds him.

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"I'm setting you up on a blind date."

Anakin looked up from his book, lounged back on the couch, confused. "What?"

"I'm setting you up on a date," Padmé repeated, "and no, you don't get a choice."

She turned and walked into Anakin's kitchen and began rummaging through the fridge. Anakin slammed his book closed and chased after her.

"No! No, we talked about this after the last time," he said, standing beside her while she crafted a sandwich, "every blind date you have ever set me up on has been an absolute bust. The last guy you set me up with was from some random planet in the outer rim and he was an absolute asshole. I'm done with blind dates Padmé I'll either find someone the old fashioned way or die alone."

She scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic. And I know that in the past my match making abilities haven't exactly been up to par, but this time I am confident that you two are going to hit it off perfectly."

"Well it doesn't matter, because I'm not going." He grabbed up his book off the counter and turned back toward the living room, but stopped when she called after him.

"Remember when I said you didn't have a choice?" His shoulders tensed but he didn't turn, he already knew what was coming and he wasn’t pleased. "I already arranged the date with him. Show up at the movie theater downtown at five, your movie starts at five-thirty and I already booked the tickets, they're in your email. He'll meet you in front of the concession stand, so just sit at one of the tables there and he'll find you. And after that I made a reservation for you two at Lamara's for around eight, the reservation is under Skywalker. But if the movie runs late I know the owner and already told him there was a chance you might not show up on time, so he said he'll hold the table for you until nine."

"Padmé this is crazy! You can't just set me up on a date and make all these plans without telling me." He turned to face her, face red and flustered, a bit angry. "Just call him and cancel, and I'll pay you back for the tickets"

"I can't, there's not enough time to cancel." Anakin breathed a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. "The date’s today, in two hours actually,” she glanced down at her watch, “so you should go shower and get ready because he'll be waiting for you at the theater.”

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He was ready and out the door of his apartment within an hour, with Padmé rushing him out the door and reminding him to sit near the concession stand. Within fifteen minutes of that he was in the designated meeting area and waiting, nervously, for this mystery man to show up. And he realized that's exactly what he was, a complete mystery. Padmé had only given him instructions on where to meet him, but she hadn't told him anything about this guy. He had no clue what he looked like, what he'd be wearing so Anakin could pick him out of the crowds, he didn't even know his name. But Anakin still sat there and waited. In fact, he waited for half an hour and no one had even so much as glanced over at him.

“Padmé,” he sighed into the phone, glad she'd picked up after only a few rings, “this guy still hasn't shown up yet and I've been sitting here for almost an hour now. What does he even look like? Maybe he's sitting here and I don't even know it. Better yet, what's his name?”

“Just trust me Anakin, he will find you, just stay sitting right where you are.”

“Or he's not showing up at all, maybe he chickened out.” He scanned the lobby of the theater again, still not seeing anyone who was looking as lost as he was.

“He'll be there, I promise.”

“He better be. And by the way, if this doesn't work out as spectacularly as you think it's going to, then no more blind dates.” He heard her chuckle on the other end of the phone and mutter something along the lines of, ‘there won't need to be’, before he hung up the phone.

Anakin sat and continued to wait and still found himself alone, even long after the time Padmé said his mystery man was supposed to meet him. He sat at the table until almost quarter to six, the movie had already started, and Anakin was ready to throw in the towel. Obviously mystery man wasn't coming and Anakin couldn't blame him. He hated blind dates. Who in their right mind wanted to willingly spend a night with someone they had never met before? He certainly didn't, so he couldn't exactly blame this guy for not showing up.

He snatched his phone from the table and jammed it back in his pocket. Next time Padmé insisted on setting him up, he was putting his foot down.

He was just about to stand up when two bags of popcorn and a tray of drinks were set on the table in front of him. Anakin looked up, confused, and just tilted his head at the man standing in front of him.

“I don't think you're the person I’m supposed to be waiting for.” Anakin looked the man over. He was dressed in a more formal looking version of the uniforms the theater employees wore, his hair was longer, just touching the tops of his shoulders and brushed back away from his face, beard neatly trimmed. He was handsome, very handsome and certainly Anakin's type. He wished he was the mystery man he was waiting for, but based on the uniform he was wearing he was clearly there for work. Anakin's next curiosity was why he was bringing him popcorn and drinks.

“No,” the man chuckled, “no, unfortunately I am not.” If Anakin wasn't already taken by the man's looks, his voice had him completely gone. “I just couldn't stand to see you sitting here alone and miserable for a moment longer. I'm assuming you were stood up?”

“Yeah,” Anakin sighed and slumped down further in his chair, “it was a blind date and obviously the guy didn't feel like showing up. I feel like such an idiot.”

“If you ask me, the only idiot is the guy who stood you up.” Anakin perked up at that and he found it hard to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. “But clearly his loss will be my gain. I’m Obi-Wan by the way, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Anakin Skywalker,” he answered as he reached out and took Obi-Wan’s outstretched hand.

“Well, Anakin, it would be my honour to escort you on a proper date, if you'll have me?” All Anakin could manage in his dumbstruck state was a slight nod of his head. “What movie were you supposed to be seeing?”

“Uh…” He quickly pulled out his phone and searched for the tickets in his email. “A movie called ‘Chasing Shadows’.”

Obi-Wan nodded his head. “Our newest romance film, perfectly appropriate for a first date.”

“Except it started thirty minutes ago.”

“And that is where my job comes in very handy, dear one.” Anakin flushed a deeper shade at the easy use of the endearment. “As manager of the theater I have access to the private rooms in the back that are only meant for special viewings.”

Anakin sat a little straighter in his chair, leaning forward a bit toward Obi-Wan. “Really?”

“Yes, now come.” He held out his hand to Anakin who took it and let Obi-Wan lift him from the chair. “I will show you the way, one of my employees is already there waiting for my word on which film to play on the projector.”

Anakin took the popcorn bag and drink that Obi-Wan offered him and followed the man through the theater and down a back hallway. Obi-Wan unlocked a door and let Anakin into a room with a few short rows of chairs and a fair sized screen. Anakin sat in the middle row while Obi-Wan spoke off to the side with the theater employee who was going to start the movie for them, and once they were finished Obi-Wan joined him and the movie started not long after.

Normally Anakin wasn't one for cheesy romance movies, but he had to admit this one wasn't half bad, and probably made better since he actually had some decent company this time. Since it was just the two of them in the small viewing room they were able to talk, comment on the movie and laugh as loud as they wanted. Halfway through the movie when they had both already devoured their popcorn and the movie was just starting to get into the heated parts of the romance, Anakin took a chance to glance over at the man beside him. He’d taken off his blazer and unbuttoned the top few buttons on his dress shirt, revealing a patch of auburn chest hair that Anakin was itching to run his fingers through, and the tight fit of the dress shirt left nothing to Anakin's imagination. He could see the outline of trimmed abs beneath, broad shoulders that Anakin wished he could be wrapped in. Obi-Wan honestly made him forget he was actually supposed to be meeting someone else.

He brought his eyes back to the screen as the couple in the film came together for their first kiss. It gave him butterflies while he watched the scene so close to Obi-Wan, something he'd certainly never felt on any of the past blind dates Padmé had set him up on, but he decided to take a chance on the feeling. He leaned slowly to the side, first pressing his arm along Obi-Wan’s and testing the waters. When he didn't pull away, Anakin shifted in his seat and pressed even closer to him, shuffling so his head was able to lay on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Obi-Wan chuckled fondly, a deep rumbling in his chest that had Anakin’s butterflies fluttering intensely, and lifted his arm to wrap around Anakin's shoulders and pulled him in. They watched the rest of the movie like that, with Anakin tucked into Obi-Wan’s side with his head rested on his chest, and Obi-Wan’s strong arm around him. Anakin felt comfortable and safe, in a way he'd never felt with anyone else before, and for the first time on any of his blind dates he didn't want it to end.

But it eventually did, with the final scene in the movie of course bringing to two star crossed lovers together in a happy ending. Unfortunately for Anakin it meant he would now unfortunately be leaving Obi-Wan, probably never to see him again since this was all because Anakin had been stood up. So who was to blame him if he held onto Obi-Wan a little longer as the credits rolled.

"Dear one?" Obi-Wan squeezed Anakin's shoulder with his hand and Anakin snapped up and out of Obi-Wan’s space. He probably wanted to leave, he had just finished a shift and then stayed to take Anakin on a pity date. He shouldn't have kept him like that.

"I'm so sorry!" Anakin blurted, but his eyes were averted and he missed Obi-Wan’s concerned gaze. "I’m sure you want to go home, you've been here for so long already. I shouldn't have made you stay at work because my stupid blind date didn't show up."

"There is no need to apologize, Anakin, I wanted to stay here with you and quite frankly I am very glad that I did." Anakin's mouth dropped open into a silent 'oh' as Obi-Wan continued with a gentle smile. "I was only going to ask if you were hungry, perhaps you'd like to join me for dinner?"

Anakin was shocked to say the least, he’d thought for sure he was being dismissed by Obi-Wan. "I…" He stuttered, finding it hard to force the words past the sudden onslaught of chills running through his body. "I-oh! I actually have reservations at Lamara's. It was supposed to be for the blind date I was supposed to meet, but I say we go and enjoy ourselves since he didn't show." He quickly looked down at his watch. "If we leave now we can make it."

"That sounds lovely." Obi-Wan stood and grabbed his jacket then turned and offered Anakin a hand up. He stared at Anakin for a moment and he was caught completely in Obi-Wan’s gaze, but he didn't mind one bit. Then Obi-Wan hummed, sending an all new kind of thrill through Anakin, before he tucked Anakin's arm into his own and said, "His loss has been most certainly my gain."

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They arrived just in time for the reservation Padmé set up. Their waiter led them to a fairly secluded table off to the side, set up with rose petals and candles. They ordered and their food arrived fairly quickly, and while they ate they happily chatted.

"Tell me, dear one, how did you end up sitting in the theater lobby alone?" Obi-Wan asked, the endearment had become more used as the night went on, and Anakin did not mind one bit. "Who would set you up with someone who was going to bail on you?"

"My friend, who I've known for years and has the best of intentions, doesn't always have the best taste when it comes to these kinds of things," Anakin chuckled, "and even though I wasn't exactly happy about her setting me up on this blind date, I'm kind of glad she did, and that whoever they were didn't show up."

"As am I," Obi-Wan smiled over the rim of his wine glass, "this night has gone very well. I never expected I would have met someone as wonderful as you in such a way."

"You mean because you felt bad for me."

Obi-Wan laughed along with Anakin. "I suppose that's one way to put it, dear one, but I just could not let you leave looking so incredibly sad. Your beautiful face should always be graced with a smile." Anakin smirked and this time didn't care to hide the pink in his cheeks. "The blush is cute too."

Once they finished their meals and sat for a while talking over another glass of wine, Obi-Wan waved down the waiter. "Unfortunately all good things have to come to an end, I'll get the check, dear one."

"What? No, I'll get it," Anakin said, "I invited you here, so it's my treat."

"On the contrary," Obi-Wan shook his head, already pulling out his wallet to beat Anakin to the punch, "I invited you to dinner, you merely had a reservation pre-booked."

"But I-"

"Excuse me, Sir’s?" They both turned and looked up to their waiter. "Your meal has actually already been paid for."

"By who?" Anakin asked, and they both followed the waiters gesturing hand to find a familiar face hovering by the podium at the entrance.

Obi-Wan peered over as well, confused as he asked, "What on earth is Padmé doing here?"

Anakin's head snapped back to Obi-Wan, eyes wide. "You know Padmé?!"

"Yes, we've actually been friends for years." Anakin was too stunned to even speak, and they both turned back to watch as she waved to them with a smug smile on her face, before she turned and left.

Obi-Wan was the first to break the silence that had fallen over them, and turned back to face Anakin. "My dear," he mused once he had put the pieces together, "I do believe we have been bamboozled."

Anakin finally gave in and laughed, running a hand down his face. Of course Padmé would do this, go through all these ridiculous hoops to bring him and Obi-Wan together. God, he loved her so much.

"Yeah, I think you're right. She is far too ingenious for her own good." Obi-Wan merely raised his glass in agreement. "Hey, Obi-Wan, would… would you be interested in doing this again?"

"Are you asking me on a second date, dear one?"

Anakinn nodded, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I think it went really well, and I have really enjoyed our time together. I was also thinking that next time we could go on a proper date, maybe at a place where you don't work."

He smiled at him and reached over the table to take his hand, gently running his thumb along the back of it. "I would love that." He lifted Anakin's hand and softly kissed it, then added, "thank goodness for Padmé."

"You know she's never going to let us forget that she's the one who brought us together, right."

"Oh I know, dear one, I definitly know."

Anakin had a feeling that this time Padmé was right, he wouldn't be needing anymore blind dates.

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A/N: And this is the second fic I submitted for the fest! I hope you enjoyed it, and I will be contributing more fics for the fests second deadline coming up, so if oyu would like to be tagged when those are able to be posted, please let me know and I would love to tag you <3

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