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

Hangin With My Clone Boys

• Summary: Anakin's extremely inappropriate infatuation with his master.

And he's not trying to make him mad, sometimes things just sort of work out that way.

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One night, Obi-Wan arrived at the temple later than usual. He snuck in under a hush, like a young stow-away. The man had lived in these quarters much longer than Anakin, but still felt the obligation to tiptoe in after an evening in Coruscant.

Anakin was a little touched by the measures he was taking not to wake him up, and very surprised to see him blowing in. But no man could knock him for it, unless he'd ever denied himself a drink and a dance in the underlevels, which - who among them?

Anakin himself didn't leave the temple very often, but he knew well what went on outside it. The men were comfortable with Anakin; they didn't bother to spare his ear some of the filthier stories, cuz they knew he didn't mind, and they knew he wouldn't go crying to his daddy, cuz he desperately wanted to be seen as part of the group. Thus, he was well aware that none of them was a perfect gentleman. Coruscant had one of the greatest underworlds in the galactic core, so it wasn't anyone's prerogative to be.

However, like most of the other Jedi masters, Obi-Wan carried a cleaner tune. Any story that involved him betting in binspo parlours, fucking out in the open, or drinking himself silly always rang false, and they were only attempted by the worst bullshitters among them. That night, when he arrived at their rooms late, he wasn't shit-faced or unpoised, which, to Anakin, fixed another nail in his clean reputation.

He'd probably only been having a nice dinner in the upper levels. He was oddly private about that kind of thing. Sometimes Anakin couldn't extract anything from him, even about a night he knew himself was completely uneventful. It made him hard to defend.

As his master shut the door gently, Anakin teased him that he'd just been considering locking the doors, and Obi-Wan gave him a tight nod to acknowledge that his Padawan had tried a joke, before going to his bedroom.

Anakin rubbed the kitchen table and called out from it, "Master?"

In harsher light, Obi-Wan's face looking back at him was tense. "What?"

Anakin raised an eyebrow.

"Padawan, what do you want?"

"Just to talk to you before you go to sleep," Anakin said defensively. "But not if you're gonna get pissed off at me."

Obi-Wan was hardly ever accused of being childish, so he wasn't good at it. He turned his back to Anakin, probably murmuring something rude into his hand, before he took the seat in front of Anakin. He didn't move his chair in or take off his robes, so he had a quick escape.

Anakin slouched until his back twinged and stared at Obi-Wan. "Did something happen?"

Obi-Wan shook his head and his irritated, sagging eyes fell away. He looked so handsome when he was tired. "Only in a manner of speaking. I let Quinlan talk for too long during dinner. I'm less the man I was before."

Anakin smirked. He snuck his right foot under the length of the table, till he was where Obi-Wan's feet must've been planted civilly right beneath his knees. He nudged his toe against Obi-Wan's boot.

Obi-Wan gave him a hard look over the table, trying to end whatever Anakin was pulling. But he wasn't pulling anything. He'd been bored all day was all.

Obi-Wan wasn't much into footsy, even though Anakin personally found it like sparring. Anakin nudged his foot closer in toward Obi-Wan's unmoving one, until Obi-Wan, who wasn't even trying, let himself be pushed backwards. He tried to keep talking about his night with Quinlan as Anakin kicked both of his boots around, jabbed him in the ankles, and drummed on his toes, and then he gave up and left, ignoring the squawking laughter of his Padawan.