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

To Long For, to Get, to Take and to Give

• Summary: Anakin longs for his master, he gets more than he had expected, and what someone else takes, he ends up giving willingly.

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Anakin looked longingly after his Master, as he left him, walking down the long hall. They were going their separate ways, Anakin to teach a group of padawans about mechanics, while Obi-Wan was attending yet another meeting. Well technically Obi-Wan was no longer his Master, but he was still his best friend, and the man Anakin loved and longed for.

Obi-Wan was so graceful, his movements confident and strong. The light that fell in through the tall windows made his hair glisten golden. Anakin yearned to be allowed to bury his fingers in it, to pull his head back, so he could kiss down over the bearded cheek and along his pale throat.

He knew, that it was only a fantasy. Obi-Wan would never allow it, would never want him in that way.

Yet, sometimes Obi-Wan flirted with him and teased him, or let his hands linger and touch him when they trained or worked together, or he looked at him with pride, and what Anakin thought was heat and desire. It confused Anakin, he wanted him so bad, but was afraid to ask, afraid of believing it.

Why should Obi-Wan want him?

Padmé had so often teased him about his crush on his former Master, and urged him to do something about it, but he never found the courage. He loved Padmé, but they had quickly discovered that they worked better as friends than as a couple after all, so they had 'parted' in peace, and now she was his second best friend.

As Anakin saw Obi-Wan leave, he wished he would find the courage. Others often called him fearless, but Anakin knew that it was a big lie, he feared so many things, most of all to ruin the friendship he had with Obi-Wan, if he revealed how much he wished something else.

A drawling sarcastic voice drew him out of his thoughts. "You know, I could give you a few tips on how he likes it," it said.

Surprised, Anakin spun around, so fast the long Jedi cloak fluttered around his legs. He had not felt anyone there, could still not feel anyone.

Leaning carelessly up against one of the high pillars, with his strong arms crossed and one eyebrow raised teasingly, stood no other than Quinlan Vos. He lowered the shields, that had hidden his presence in the force, letting Anakin feel his amusement.

"What do you mean?" Anakin snarled and walked closer, anger coiling in his belly. He was afraid that he only knew all too well what Vos meant, and that made jealousy burn through him. He had seen the older Jedi together with his Master, knew they were friends, and suspected that they were maybe more.

The older Jedi had returned from a long mission about a month ago, and Anakin had found him watching him several times since then with a speculative expression.

"Well," the older knight looked at him scornfully, but in his dark eyes there was a flash of something else. "It's pretty pathetic to see how you're pining after him, do something about it, man." he encouraged teasingly.

"And what do you know about what Obi-Wan likes?" The question escaped him before he could stop it.

Vos's eyes lit up with a challenging twinkle, his mouth twisting in a teasing smirk. "Oh, so you want to know? But what will you give for that information, Skywalker?” His dark eyes flashed dangerous and provoking.

Anakin swallowed hard, suddenly a bit nervous. "What do you want?" He knew it was a dangerous question to ask, for what was he willing to give. Vos watched him with his dark eyes, they seemed to bore into him. It felt like he was trying to find the point that would break him.