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

Oldest Game In History, Repeated

• Summary: Anakin was beautiful, as he always was, as he had to be for his profession. He was wearing a gown of royal purple and starlight, golden chains decorating his golden skin. One of his legs slid out of a high slit in the dress as he walked forward, his hips swaying to the music. When he turned, Obi-Wan could see the absence of fabric on his back and the skin it exposed. His face was painted to make his best features stand out, which was all of them, really. Anakin was breathtaking. Like he always was.

And, like always, he was on the Chancellor's arm.

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Obi-Wan was talking to Senators Neera and Frithi when Anakin entered the ballroom. He always knew when Anakin entered a room, like metal had been placed in his heart and his eyes and Anakin was the strongest magnet there was. He turned, excusing himself from the conversation as he did, and took him in.

Anakin was beautiful, as he always was, as he had to be for his profession. He was wearing a gown of royal purple and starlight, golden chains decorating his golden skin. One of his legs slid out of a high slit in the dress as he walked forward, his hips swaying to the music. When he turned, Obi-Wan could see the absence of fabric on his back and the skin it exposed. His face was painted to make his best features stand out, which was all of them, really. Anakin was breathtaking. Like he always was.

And, like always, he was on the Chancellor's arm.

Anakin hung off of Palpatine's arm like the vapid, empty-headed thing he was pretending to be. Obi-Wan would never shame Anakin for being an escort; having to deal with politicians all day as a politician was enough stress and Obi-Wan couldn't imagine dealing with politicians as someone many of them looked down on. He just wished that more people would realize Anakin was intelligent and sharp-witted and had a kind heart. That he was more than just a pretty face. Though admittedly, he was that too.

Obi-Wan stared after Anakin as he and Palpatine mingled with the other Senators. Anakin kept the same smile on his face the whole time. It never reached his eyes. It only flickered once, when Anakin let go of Palpatine's arm for some reason or another, and Palpatine instead wrapped it around his waist. His hand rested on Anakin's hip and his thumb rubbed the exposed skin on his back.

Obi-Wan had never wanted to rip off someone's hand more.

Palpatine pulled Anakin in closer. It wouldn't have been noticeable unless someone was looking for it, but he was and he did. Anakin's smile froze on his face as the Chancellor turned to talk to someone else, no one in their conversation paying attention to the guest who didn't want to be there.

Hours passed in a similar fashion. Senators chatted all around him, some coming in late and others leaving early, as the gathering was casual enough that it wouldn't be remarked upon. A passing of some bill or another, Obi-Wan vaguely recalled from the invitation. Padme had been- not excited, exactly, or happy, but possibly content. That this was a step in the right direction, though something the Senate should have also done some time ago.

Obi-Wan tried to stay near Anakin during that time or at least to keep an eye on him. He was pulled into conversations once in a while, many consisting of useless small talk and hidden meanings, a rare few with more substance.

Obi=Wan only half paid attention to them. It was only when Anakin patted Palpatine's arm and slid from his grasp, whispering something into the man's ear, that Obi-Wan felt his concentration kick into full gear. He followed Anakin carefully, making sure it wouldn't appear as such even as he wasted no time doing so. His mind was full of Anakin; the way his legs wrapped around Obi-Wan's, the way he cried out when Obi-Wan pushed into him or took him into his mouth. The way Anakin felt around and under him and the way he demanded more.