Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Kneel... Before I Make You

• Summary: Anakin didn't expect to see the smoking remains of Palpatine on the floor when he entered the Chancellor's chambers. Nor did he expect the wielder of the lightsaber who killed him, all in the name of keeping him safe.

Or,

Obi-Wan falls to the dark side and forces Anakin to submit to him through orgasm denial.

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This didn't sit right. Something felt off, bad, the Force wasn't happy with this decision. As far as Anakin had fallen, he didn't agree with the order he had been given by the Chancellor. Surely there was a better way to manage the galaxy than this, a better way to save Padme. Not that he really had any reason to now beyond his children's wellbeing, what with Padme's decision to end their marriage, but he still cared for her. He was still a Jedi who fought for what was right.

At least, Anakin hoped he was still a Jedi. Ending this game Palpatine was playing was a good step back towards the light, of that Anakin was convinced because they fought against the Sith. Against the dark side. He only wished he had Obi-Wan at his side for this, but he was away somewhere and not answering his comms. He was also shielding himself in the Force somehow, hiding from Anakin, which infuriated him but there would be time to talk later. After Sidious was done.

The hall seemed longer than he remembered, the lights of a nighttime Coruscant bleeding through onto the red carpet in front of him, casting his shadow onto the opposite wall. Lightsaber clashes, a screech that cut to his very core. Loud and inhuman. It didn't even sound like any alien that Anakin had ever come up against, and there were a lot of those. Was Sidious in trouble? Did he care? Anakin found he did, because as much as he wanted to bring the Sith lord down, he didn't want him dead. Not yet anyway.

The doors let out a creak as Anakin pushed them open and then the coppery tang of blood mixed with the sting of ozone filled his nose and he raised an arm to cover his face with his sleeve.

It was dark, quiet now except for the distinct hum of a lightsaber. A blue lightsaber, held by someone cowled in a Jedi robe, their hands still raised. Anakin recognised the stance, and he stared as Obi-Wan stood over Sidious's still smoking form, the old man a dead pile of severed limbs on the decadent red floor. A fitting place for Palpatine to lay.

"Obi-Wan..."

"Anakin," Obi-Wan snapped, as if he were interrupted from a very important meeting and not killing a Sith lord. "What are you doing here? I thought you had a mission?"

Anakin's eyes narrowed as he took a cautious step into the room and glanced again at the burned pieces on the floor.

"I did... You know me, though... I disobey my orders when I feel something isn't right," he said, cautious as he took another step. Obi-Wan didn't move or retract his blade. In fact, the room felt like it had become more dangerous in the last second or two, and Anakin could feel the fingers of his flesh hand tingling in anticipation of what might come next.

What did happen was distinctly the opposite of the fight Anakin expected. Before he had a chance to react, the Force wrapped itself around his throat and tugged him to the hand of the person wielding it. Obi-Wan's face was still mostly concealed by the hood, only his bearded jaw able to be seen. Anakin could feel his windpipe being crushed, compacted, as the hand around his throat continued to squeeze until Obi-Wan relented and loosened his hold just enough to allow air.

"Why?" It was a demand more than a question and Anakin didn't hit, punch, or fight back because this behaviour was so unlike Obi-Wan. His master didn't choke people, and the Force was gathered around him so oddly. Like it was a foul beast prowling at the edges of his mind, waiting to strike.