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

Let Me Use You

• Summary: Obi-Wan Kenobi may not have been the youngest Knight inducted into the Jedi order, but he was too young when he became a Jedi Knight, forced to cut his own Padawan braid before the council after Qui-Gon's death. He was too young to even be taking care of himself, nevermind having to take on Anakin as his Padawan. The first few months had been difficult for them, Anakin's anger isolating them from the order, and both their nightmares robbing Obi-Wan of his sleep and patience, but Obi-Wan had always liked to believe that he'd been a good master to the boy.

💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚

Obi-Wan Kenobi may not have been the youngest Knight inducted into the Jedi order, but he was too young when he became a Jedi Knight, forced to cut his own Padawan braid before the council after Qui-Gon's death. He was too young to even be taking care of himself, nevermind having to take on Anakin as his Padawan. The first few months had been difficult for them, Anakin's anger isolating them from the order, and both their nightmares robbing Obi-Wan of his sleep and patience, but Obi-Wan had always liked to believe that he'd been a good master to the boy.

He had worked hard to create a place for Anakin within the Order, one that suited them both as well as it could. He'd researched treatments for nightmares, he'd brought droid parts for Anakin to play with. Obi-Wan had always allowed him to holocall his mother from a private device secured through Satine, even though encouraging his Padawan to keep his attachments could have gotten them both kicked out of the order. He allowed Anakin to crawl into bed with him long after it would have been considered age appropriate because the boy still suffered nightmares.

Hell, he'd literally invented moving meditation when Anakin proved unable to sit still long enough to connect with the Force the way most crechelings learned to. He would have done anything for the boy, and he liked to think that it had worked. That he'd done what he could to raise a healthy, stable, functioning Padawan all the way to Knighthood.

But he was wrong, and nothing proved that more than Anakin standing in front of him in his quarters on The Negotiator, hands folded gently behind him as though this was a normal conversation. As though Anakin wasn't asking for something well beyond the bounds of their relationships. In the middle of a war, when they could be attacked or Rex, Cody, or Ahsoka could walk in at any moment.

"Anakin, I'm sorry, I'm going to need you to repeat yourself," he said, crossing his legs on the bed and sitting up straight, preparing for the meditation that he was obviously going to need. "I don't think I heard you quite right."

"Okay, so," he said, preparing to start his whole spiel again. "Padme and I were in a relationship for a while, and even though we've broken up I learned some things while we were together. One, that I'm not into girls, and two, I need more physical contact than most people, basically just to stay sane. Before Padme and I broke up, we saw a mind healer who thought it was a side effect of growing up... the way that I did.

"Anyway, we're in the middle of a war, and there aren't a lot of people that I trust to give me skin-to-skin contact, you are one of them. Plus, our regiments are assigned together for the foreseeable future, which means that you and I are going to have easy access to one another for a good long while."

"I understand all of that, Anakin, what I don't understand is the other thing that you said." 'The deeply inappropriate part,' went unsaid as Obi-Wan tried not to think about the reasonableness of what Anakin had just said. Needs varied not just from species to species, but from individual to individual, and Anakin was right, they were in the middle of a war. If Anakin needed increased physical contact when available to do his job and keep people safe, then it was reasonable that Obi-Wan should give it to him. It was how Anakin wanted him to give it that he couldn't get over.