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

Taming Feral Loth-Wolves

• Summary: Obi-Wan finds, tames, and adopts a lost Sith.

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From the shadows, Vader watches a Jedi browsing the stall of a vendor selling local delicacies.

The man looks relatively plain, to his eyes. Maybe slightly taller than the average human male. Reddish hair and a beard. His body is hidden by layers of clothing.

Vader doesn’t understand why the rest of the Sith are so obsessed with him. Kenobi is all Dooku and Maul can talk about, it seems. Maul desires revenge and Dooku wishes to bring the Jedi to their side.

Even Sidious, who pretends to be above the petty squabbling of the others, has expressed his frustration that Kenobi just won’t die when he’s in private. Vader doesn’t think he was supposed to hear – his master often forgets he’s there after a lesson.

It’s for this reason that Vader is here. He’s going to bring Sidious Kenobi’s head and he’s finally going to make his master happy. 

He bides his time and stalks the Jedi through the market from a distance. The sun lowers in the sky and shadows creep further across the ground, allowing Vader to get closer and closer to his target.

The man seems to be purposeless. He wanders from street to street, through alleys and intersections, without a destination that Vader can discern. 

Somehow, Vader loses track of him in an alley. He reaches a dead end and the Jedi is nowhere to be found. Frustrated, he starts to backtrack and casts his mind out into the Force, searching for a signature of pure light.

He’s passing the refuse bin of a local café when a body slams into him from behind. Face pressed into the dirty stone wall of the alley, Vader grabs for his lightsaber immediately. It’s gone. He snarls in rage that someone was able to get the drop on him.

“Easy there darling,” a voice whispers in his ear. Both of Vader’s wrists are being pinned, but the grip gentles when he quiets down and the body behind him presses closer. “You’ve been following me. I just want to know why.”

Something about the voice is hypnotic. Vader would do anything to hear this man call him darling again.

He really hopes this isn’t why the rest of the Sith are obsessed with Kenobi.

“I’m here to eliminate you for my master,” Vader manages to gather himself together and spits the words through gritted teeth. “You’ve been a thorn in our plans for too long now, Kenobi!”

Kenobi hums in his ear and lips brush the back of Vader’s neck, separated only by the thin material of his suit. “Whose plans would that be? I’m a nuisance to a great many people, you know,” he says conversationally. Vader feels the tip of Kenobi’s tongue lave over the top of his spine. What the fuck, he thinks fervently.

“The Sith,” Vader stutters. Something is happening in his core. He feels warm and tingly.

“If I let you turn around will you be a good boy and talk to me before we try and kill each other?”

Vader groans. If being called darling by Kenobi felt great, being called good boy is nearly transcendental. His pants feel tighter and he’s sure something must be wrong with him. Why would his body feel so hot and his mind so fuzzy unless he were sick? Maybe Kenobi has dosed him with something. Still, he turns and watches the other man warily.

A large hand comes up to cup his face. Vaguely, Vader is aware that he should take this opportunity to attack. Kenobi is leaving himself open.

“You must be Darth Vader,” Kenobi purrs. “My fellow Jedi have been talking about you, you know. They say you’re a tempest on the battlefield. The few who’ve tried to talk to you say you’re feral. But I don’t think so. I think you’re just lonely, aren’t you darling? I could feel you, stalking me like a lonely little loth-wolf puppy. Do you know, not once did I feel any real threat from you in the Force?”