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

Please, Daddy?

• Summary: Obi-Wan discovers he has a daddy kink, especially if the word comes from Anakin's mouth.

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Obi-Wan stared at his comlink, willing it to chime.

Anakin was more than an hour late for his check-in. This scenario, while admittedly irritating beyond reason, was not itself unusual. Anakin had a habit of only obeying direct orders when he felt like it. Obi-Wan was almost... used to that.

Almost.

The only problem was that Obi-Wan had specifically and repeatedly made sure that Anakin understood how important it was that he not mess up the operation that night. How essential it was for them to remain in contact. They were undercover at a diplomatic event on Tanaab, trying to identify the purchaser of a bioweapon that destroyed sentience, creating 'perfect' slaves.

This was not the time to fool around.

Obi-Wan gave his comlink one last frustrated glare, and then got up. The hotel room was too quiet. He'd waited long enough, and he needed to make sure that Anakin hadn't gotten into trouble. He slipped into his casual undercover clothing with a frown.

He should have expected this. Anakin had been far, far too excited about the presence of the Zeltronian delegation, with their beautiful, curvy, pink-skinned ambassadors who exuded erotic pheremones. Obi-Wan had a very bad feeling indeed about where he would find his wayward-former-Padawan as he left his room, heading for the lifts.

The hotel and conference center stretched out over many acres, a huge convention complex. Agricultural science and technology exhibitions were set up in all the halls, and everywhere around him representatives from various agrobusiness, finance, transport, and research concerns milled around, making contacts.

Obi-Wan made his way towards the bar with a scowl. He might as well start there. It was where he'd specifically asked Anakin not to be, so doubtless it was where he would find him. Obi-Wan's jaw clenched with frustration.

Walking into the crowded bar was like walking into a sauna. The music was incredibly loud-so loud that he could feel it vibrating in his bones. It was dark, but there were distracting flashes of bright colored lights from the dance floor. It smelled like pheromones, alcohol, and sweat.

Obi-Wan's mood grew exponentially less pleased as he felt the increasing ambient effects of the Zeltronian presence begin to flush him with arousal. Their peculiar scent made people want to touch each other, and Obi-Wan did not appreciate the interference with his own judgement or the presumable impact on the choices of his missing Padawan.

He felt out with the Force, trying to get a read on the room. His head felt a little woozy already. Where was Anakin?

Anakin's presence in the Force was not subtle, fortunately, and Obi-Wan was able to follow it to him like a beacon-keeping half his attention in front of him and half lost in the Force. He slipped around dancing and kissing couples, raising an eyebrow at some of the sartorial choices of the partygoers. The Hapans and Zeltronians were almost ethereally beautiful, and both had a habit of wearing clothes with strategic cut-outs.

It was... distracting.

Finally he could sense that he was drawing close. He'd wound his way to the very back of the bar, coming upon a dark booth filled with sprawled limbs and tangled bodies. He peered in with a frown, seeing Anakin sitting relaxed in the back, one arm thrown around a Zeltronian woman and the other around Hapan man, his posture loose and his expression too satisfied.

"Excuse me!" Obi-Wan said sharply. "What are you doing?"

The heads of everyone in the booth turned as one to look at him, and Obi-Wan suddenly felt the evaluating stare of everyone sitting at the table. He resisted the urge to straighten his jacket, and instead just gave Anakin a meaningful glare. Anakin grinned widely in return, his eyes slightly hazed. "Oh, hello! Did you come to join us?"