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

You're Mine, Master

• Summary: It's Anakin's 18th birthday and all he wants is for his Master to give him what he wants, and what he wants... is Obi-Wan.

His Master might need a little convincing, but Anakin is up to the challenge...

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"Happy birthday, dear one!"

Anakin opened his eyes, meeting his master's warm gaze. Even though he had been sharing a bed with Obi-Wan since he was a boy, he never got tired of seeing the older man's face each morning. Obi-Wan's auburn hair was sleep-mussed, copper locks falling forward over his forehead as he shifted in bed.

"Good morning, Master."

They both only wore sleep pants, their chests, and feet bare. Anakin hugged Obi-Wan around his middle and nuzzled against the sparse hair on master's toned chest.

Obi-Wan gave a low chuckle and sat up, leaning over Anakin to press a chaste kiss to his forehead. "Good morning, Anakin."

Like every morning they awoke together, Obi-Wan reached out through their shared bond, tenderly brushing his Force signature against Anakin's. It always managed to suffuse Anakin's chest in warmth, like he was being filled with Obi-Wan.

But not in the way Anakin craved.

"Anything specific you want for your birthday?" Obi-Wan murmured, pressing his nose to Anakin's hair.

Anakin wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan's neck and tugged him down, not allowing him to pull away.

"Can I have a birthday kiss?" he whispered, meeting Obi-Wan's sleepy gaze. "On the lips?"

Obi-Wan smiled, the skin next to his eyes creasing. "Of course, my little one."

Obi-Wan lowered his head. Anakin knew his Master would only peck his lips, so he acted quickly. He tightened his hold around Obi-Wan's neck and crushed their lips together.

Anakin's master stiffened under his hold, but it didn't deter him. He parted his lips and slipped his tongue into Obi-Wan's mouth, delighting in the rasp of his master's wiry beard against his own smooth skin.

When their groins brushed, a whimper escaped Anakin. Obi-Wan was as hard as he was, so he was unable to stop himself from fervently rubbing against his master's covered erection.

With a muttered curse, Obi-Wan pulled out of Anakin's hold, pressing him down on the bed with both hands on his shoulders.

"What are you doing, Anakin?" Obi-Wan hissed.

"You asked me what I wanted for my birthday," Anakin panted. "I want you, Master."

Anakin loved how easy it was for Obi-Wan to hold him down. His master was strong, one of the strongest Jedi to walk the Temple halls.

He loved everything about his master, and he was tired of trying to hide it.

A muscle in Obi-Wan's jaw fluttered. "You don't know what you're saying, Anakin."

"I do, Master!" Anakin blurted. "I love you! I love you so much. I've wanted you since I was little. You're mine, Obi-Wan, and I'm yours. I'm tired of denying us."

Obi-Wan shook his head, his fingers tightening around Anakin's shoulders. "Stop this, Anakin. It isn't appropriate."

"Bantha shit, Master! It isn't appropriate that I've shared a bed with you since I was ten. Stop lying to yourself."

Obi-Wan swallowed thickly. "That was for you. You said our bond helped soothe you to sleep at night."

Anakin narrowed his eyes. "Is that really what you tell yourself, Master? Each night when you hold me close and play with my hair? Do you even know of any masters and padawans that share a bed?"