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

Abuse of Power

• Summary: Obi-Wan has been charmed by his young and troubled patient, Anakin Skywalker. At first he thinks little of these feelings, but once the obsession settles in, he no longer cares about the risks it takes to satiate his hunger.

Or, Obi-Wan is Anakin's therapist and falls in love with him in the worst ways possible!

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“Sorry I’m late, doc.”

Anakin smelled of a mechanic’s shop, metallic and oily, as he rushed by, slipping into Obi-Wan’s office as if he wasn’t 20 minutes late to their 60-minute appointment.

“With all that extra time, you think you would have had time to clean up,” Obi-Wan gestured toward the stained fingers and clothes as he closed the door behind them. Wiping down the furniture after Anakin left had become a regular part of his after-session routine, at least when it came to him. Obi-Wan thought that everybody was ‘right’ for therapy, but at times, Anakin really stood out against the careful decor and borderline pristine atmosphere.

He didn’t mind it.

“Just saving some for you, man. You look like you’re lacking an alarming amount of grime,” Anakin teased as he wiped his hands along the tops of his jeans, making them look even muddier than they already were. A weak attempt not to get his smudgy little handprints on everything. Obi-Wan wouldn’t have it any other way, really, but the brief thought of Anakin all cleaned up brought a smile to his face. He wondered what he’d look like donned in a suit, smelling of clean soaps and tailored colognes. He had to put a stop to that train of thought.

“We’re, uh, we’re still good for today, right?”

“Of course,” Obi-Wan reassured, “But a heads up next time would be preferred.”

He shouldn’t be so lenient with him but Anakin was a rare case of interest for Obi-Wan. His many clients did not strike him the way Anakin did, but that was unsurprising given the way Anakin filled a room with his presence. Even at Anakin’s worst, which Obi-Wan saw often, there was something so… powerful about him. Troubled as he was, it never deterred his interest. Improved it, perhaps, but that was entirely unethical of him.

“Right, good, um,” Anakin’s palms were fixed on his legs where he was seated, though he didn’t remain seated long. “I picked more hours up at Watto’s shop.”

“I noticed. Why?”

“I like working hard for shit wages.”

“Anakin.”

“Not even a chuckle? C’mon.”

Obi-Wan didn’t answer but he did acknowledge Anakin’s humor with a simple smile. One of his favorite parts of the job was learning his patients, understanding what made them tick. It was crucial to their success and his, and he’d come to understand that Anakin hated the quiet. If Obi-Wan wanted answers, all he had to do was stop talking. Some patients needed a lot of prompting, requiring him to guide the conversation, but not Anakin. A few too many words and he’d clam up entirely, too few and suddenly he was an open book. The less he said, the more Anakin did.

“Mom got laid off from one of her jobs. Something about needing new equipment and cutting costs… I just think it’s a nice way of saying they overpaid their CEO and the bottom-line is the one to suffer.”

“So you picked up more hours?”

“As many as I can. As many as he’ll let me—you know he acted like he was doing me a favor by giving me more hours, when he pays me half of what he’d have to pay anyone else? I had to thank him! I had to grovel,” that last word was punctuated with a mix of shame and embarrassment, his cheeks starting to turn a warm shade of pink. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for the work— but… ugh, that man is an asshole.”