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

The Negotiator and the God of the Lost

• Summary: When Obi-Wan has sex with Anakin and Padmé, he knows it's a bad idea. They are married. He made an oath. He can't get attached. That is the path to ruination.

It worsens when they call him out about how good he is in bed. Being the Negotiator means he's cultivated skills over the years. For the first time in his life, he's having sex that wasn't sanctioned by the Order, and he'd rather not dwell on his official duties.

This is a story of a sex slavery empire being toppled by love.

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The first time it happens, Obi-Wan is just back from his first trip without Anakin. He’s still hurting a little from Anakin leaving the Order. He understands why Anakin did it, at least he tells himself he does, but it still hurts not to see his best friend every day.

He meditates a lot, reminds himself he is not supposed to have attachments. He tells himself that Anakin is an apostate and no longer a member of the Order, not his brother. Yet he still goes to dinner when Padmé invites him.

It’s a good meal. After a bit of awkwardness, it becomes a chat about old times, about them meeting. He and Anakin regale her with stories of their adventures. The wine is flowing. Anakin says, “Y’know, I had a crush on you, Obi-Wan? That was my first sign I wasn’t cut out to be a Jedi. You were the attachment I couldn’t ever give up.”

And somewhere down the line, he ends up with a lap full of his old padawan, kissing him hungrily. Padmé plays with her husband’s hair as he does it. She smiles at them.

It’s a terrible idea, but Anakin isn’t the only one with attachments.

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Their bed is enormous. It makes Obi-Wan wonder if they planned on sharing it with a third person. Anakin is bad in bed. It’s not his fault. He has no practice. He’s been forbidden to do it his whole life. He is eight months into his marriage, and, watching him, Obi-Wan almost wants to cry for Padmé.

Obi-Wan is inside of Anakin. He is so hot and tight and beautiful. He kisses the perfect slope of the back of Anakin’s neck. The position gives him the perfect view to watch Anakin kriff his wife. Obi-Wan is setting the rhythm. He thrusts into Anakin, causing him to slide into Padmé. That isn’t the problem. The problem is that other than that, Anakin isn’t doing much. He’s kissing her, calling her gorgeous — that’s all.

With his core strength, Obi-Wan doesn’t need a hand on the mattress to stay upright. He holds Anakin up with one hand to the abdomen and then guides one of Anakin’s hands to Padmé’s clitoris. “Here, here. Women don’t get enough from just having someone inside of them.” Once he knows Anakin has a rhythm and she is starting to respond, he switches hands on Anakin’s stomach and takes Anakin’s other hand, and moves it to one of her nipples. “Your beautiful wife has a whole body to bring her pleasure.” Padmé is writhing under them. “There, look at you both together. So beautiful.” He kisses and nibbles at Anakin’s neck.

Anakin leans back against him and moans, “Obi-Wan, so good, so good.”

Obi-Wan trails his fingers up and down Anakin’s abs, praising him for being so good and feeling so amazing. Padmé comes with a cry but digs her fingers into Anakin’s arms, saying, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” Anakin moves to kiss her as Obi-Wan keeps the speed solid, not giving her a chance to breathe as she hasn’t asked for it. She comes again with a gasp and a moan and then makes a noise of discomfort.

Obi-Wan pulls Anakin back to give her a rest and a respite from being oversensitive. He sits on his heels with Anakin in his lap, lifting him up and down, kriffing him hard. Anakin puts his hand on Obi-Wan’s thighs, helping a bit. “Obi-Wan, so glad it’s you. Wanted you so long. So good.” He turns his head as much as possible, seemingly trying to kiss Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan kisses his chin. Obi-Wan starts to jerk Anakin off, knowing he won’t last much longer.