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

Untouched

• Summary: Obi-Wan's jealousy of his Master's new Padawan escalates into something he never imagined it would.

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Obi-Wan could remember when Qui-Gon stopped touching him—stopped showing interest. It was shortly after Anakin’s arrival, his master’s obsession with the Chosen One growing from something he thought naught to worry about to something that consumed Qui-Gon entirely. And he hated it; hated Anakin, hated Qui-Gon. After rejection from every other master, it was difficult for the one that finally chose him to leave, too. But he was a Jedi, and stewing on such things was against the code. A code he did not take lightly.

So he moved on. He worked alongside his master still, though no longer as master and padawan. He helped Anakin at times, too, learning to appreciate him in a way he never thought he could. That appreciation blossomed into something else though—something unexpected. He finally understood his master’s fascination with the boy, why he dedicated his life to Anakin.

He got it now.

Anakin was perfect, reckless as he was. Most did not see it, but he did. His prior jealousy of Anakin turned into a jealousy of his own master, furious that he was the one who got to spend all of his time with the boy. It was like he was losing them both, to each other. An infuriating situation.

But Anakin was still young, only 19 and freshly knighted. Perhaps Qui-Gon hadn’t gotten to him yet, hadn’t claimed him in the way he had Obi-Wan. And if he wanted Anakin for himself, he’d have no choice but to insist.

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“Spar with me?” Obi-Wan asked Anakin on a slow day, bodies lulling through the temple with a lack of urgency, something rare in these days.

“Sure.”

And spar they did, meeting in a dance of blades and movement only learned between these walls. Despite the first years of tension between them, and Obi-Wan’s apprehension to knowing Anakin, the two became surprisingly synced. It was like something was tugging them together, joining them in the Force and every other area. Effortless, some would call it.

“You’ve gotten stronger since last time,” Obi-Wan panted, almost bested but never quite. Anakin was good, and it was that knowledge that he was good that slowed him down; kept him from winning.

“Not strong enough,” Anakin replied with just as much exhaustion, the soft woosh of his saber noising as he sheathed it.

“You’ll get there soon enough.”

A comfortable silence fell between them during the recovery period, Anakin disrobing in a display Obi-Wan could only describe as lewd. Each layer of clothing removed showed off muscles that had grown through years of work, his boyish body shaping into something of a man. And he couldn’t help but stare.

“Got something to say?” Anakin caught his gaze but Obi-Wan did not budge, his stare unwavering.

“You’ve grown up nicely.”

“Are you flirting with me, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan smiled. “Of course not.”

But Anakin met him with a knowing look, returning with a beaming smile of his own, so charming and bright it was nearly impossible to hate him.

That’s all it took for Obi-Wan to fold.

This time they met in a much more intimate dance, arms thrown around each other as their mouths clashed in a kiss. He could hear Anakin whining beneath him, mouth slightly open and wanting for more, kissing him clumsily, dripping with inexperience. Maybe Qui-Gon had kept his hands clean this time.