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

Salvaged From the Lost and Found

• Summary: Vader comes of age and decides that he wants to have sex with someone, rather than continuing by himself. Obi-Wan Kenobi is undercover as a sex worker who usually just force-suggests people into thinking they've had the best sex of their lives to get Separatist's secrets from them when Darth Vader walks in.

Unable to force suggest him, Obi-Wan must make a decision.

(He decides to do it, falls in love, and possibly saves the galaxy in the process).

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He had a reputation amongst both sides of the war. No one knew much of him except that he was on a planet that he definitely wasn’t from. That was it. No one knew where he was from or how he’d ended up on Tatooine and not a single person could tell you how he ended up running the brothels of Mos Eisley.

Actually, no one could tell you how he ended up in the brothels on Tatooine at all.

But these were the questions that Vader needed to know if he was going to be making a visit. He couldn’t just go anywhere. If word got around that the High Sergeant Major of the Separtists’ Army was frequenting brothels then… well no one would likely be surprised exactly, at least not after a while but if word got back to Sidious then there was no telling what would happen.

It was one thing for the grunts to be spending time with whores but it was another thing entirely for someone who was supposed to be more machine than man to do the same. Someone might start talking and that could become a problem.

So Vader needed a few things. He needed someone who could keep their mouth shut, someone who knew how to work with someone of his ranking, and most importantly someone who understood discretion.

So when Vader heard that this particular brothel was the place to go, he was more than a little irritated.

Of course, he would have to go back to the place that he vowed to never step foot on again. He should have blown up the force damned planet the moment that he’d had the opportunity. It was cursed.

It took a few more months for Vader to decide that he would visit. He didn’t want to and he knew that it was a bad idea but he had an itch and he knew, according to his most loyal lackey that the only way to get rid of the itch was to scratch it.

So he walked to the sepia building, mouth turned down in a frown and a light sheen of sweat dampening his suit as he ducked through the doors.

It only took a second of everyone looking for the building to clear out and then he was left with a woman, scantly dressed who looked up at him with terror in her eyes.

“Uh-uh-I- uh,” she stammered.

“I’m looking for someone,” Vader told her, glaring.

“I-uh- I mean- maybe? Boss!” she finally called, taking a step back as she took in his appearance.

“Is it important?” a deep, melodic voice asked and Vader looked up to the doorway that the man must have been through. He was Inner Rim, that was clear. It sounded like he was from Coruscant, the galaxy’s capital if Vader had to guess.

“Yes!” she called back, inching further towards the door.

Vader straightened up as a man came through the door and for a second, Vader was sure he had stopped breathing.

He’d heard that the man was beautiful, more beautiful than could be possibly described by anyone, more beautiful than should be possible for a mere mortal.