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

Out of Sync

• Summary: Anakin may have the worst timing in the entire Jedi Order. First, he spends one incredible night with Obi-Wan Kenobi - his best friend, the most handsome man in the entire galaxy, and his former Master - only to immediately be sent away to the Outer Rim sieges. Then, just when Obi-Wan finally manages to come visit him, Anakin screws up on a mission and is put on house arrest. Ahsoka and Kix try to cover for them, which is exactly when Chancellor Palpatine and the Jedi Council arrive for a surprise inspection… Kriffing timing.

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Anakin managed to wait until he was securely locked in his quarters before throwing a tantrum, but it was a close thing. He wished he could slam the door shut behind him, but all it did was glide smoothly – and silently – along the track, so he hit the button again, pounding against it with his fist, and then hit it one more time, making the door close behind him.

Then he turned to face the room and screamed. The room was small, and the sound reverberated around and hurt his ears, but what did he care? They could probably hear him in the halls two floors away, but what did he care? He knew he was wrecking his vocal cords, but that didn’t matter anymore, either. He’d been saving them, trying to protect them, so that he could scream out Obi-Wan’s name as long and as loud as he wanted, but now that plan – unlike Anakin – was well and truly fucked. He’d wanted to stretch his throat, lose his voice, enjoy the uncomfortable soreness in his jaw for days because he’d had his lips wrapped around Obi-Wan’s cock, held on to Obi-Wan’s hips for dear life as Obi-Wan fucked in and out of his throat while Anakin drooled around his cock, let Obi-Wan use him while Anakin gagged, swallowed Obi-Wan’s cum and then laid back and done it all over again, not because Yularen had finally had enough of his shit and officially sanctioned him, but his appeal had been denied. General Skywalker was officially benched, and at the worst possible time, too.

He stopped screaming and started using the Force to destroy his bunk, instead. He’d wanted to offer that up to Obi-Wan, too; get down on his elbows and knees and spread his legs while Obi-Wan knelt behind him, spread his cheeks so Obi-Wan could spit in his hole, try to hold himself up while Obi-Wan fucked into him again and again, and then flip over onto his back and hold Obi-Wan to his chest while they both came down from the aftershocks of their joint orgasm together…Anakin maybe loved the cuddling even more than he did the actual sex…well all right maybe they were tied. Still. Anakin didn’t need this fucking bed anymore, because he wasn’t going to get fucked in it, so he crushed it into a pulp, twisting the metal bars into and around each other until the entire thing was bent in half and then he kept going, squeezing it tighter and tighter until the frame was a crumpled mess and the mattress was in four pieces, scattered around the room. What did any of it matter?

They’d had all of one night together. One perfect, glorious, unforgettable night. It had been a particularly bad battle – of course, at this point in the war, there weren’t a lot of good battles left – and Obi-Wan had come to him and then…just…didn’t leave, hanging around Anakin’s tent, mumbling to himself, looking lost and almost scared, but he said he didn’t want to talk, and he didn’t want to eat, and he didn’t want to go back to his own tent, but he refused to say what he did want, and finally Anakin said "well, if you’re going to stay, then we’re going to do what I usually do after a terrible battle, which is, pull my pants down, lie on top of my sleeping bag, and touch myself until I can manage to fall asleep". He’d expected that would be what would finally drive Obi-Wan away, make him blush, mutter something incomprehensible about the Code under his breath and run back to his own tent, the way he always did when Anakin got tired and just a little too free with sharing his feelings.

Only he didn’t. He stood there, his breath shallow but his gaze focused and unmoving, as Anakin slowly unbuttoned his pants. He kept watching as Anakin laid down. He kept watching as Anakin pushed his underwear down his thighs.