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

Code Infraction #6969 (Or How Obi-Wan Has No One to Blame But Himself)

• Summary: Leave it to Anakin to figure out a new way to misuse the Force on a very unsuspecting Obi-Wan during a Council meeting, and Obi-Wan, to teach Anakin a lesson, uses it back on him.

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Obi-Wan knew Anakin was intelligent, but there were times when he swore that all the crazy feats he had pulled during the war caused some of his brain cells to die and made him do some incredibly stupid stunts.

Stupid stunts like what was happening to him right now. Right in the middle of a Council meeting.

Obi-Wan bit down hard on his bottom lip to stifle a gasp as he tried his best to maintain composure -- which was not easy to do when he felt invisible hands gripping his cock, long calloused fingers running up and down his length, sending unexpected pleasure up his spine. He fought against the urge to get hard, shifting in his seat, praying that his robes were enough to hide his hard-on if he lost the battle.

Anakin -- that annoying and lovable idiot -- was using the damned Force in ways that shouldn't be possible, but he was the Chosen One, so it was apparent that the well-known rule of not using the Force frivolously didn't apply to him. Leave it to him to also find new ways to use the power on his poor unsuspecting partner.

Obi-Wan was going to kill him when he returned to their room.

"Is anything troubling you, Master Kenobi?" Kit asked from his left.

Anakin Skywalker, he thought sourly, taking deep breaths as he begged the Force for the fortitude and calm to get through this without losing control. "I'm fine," he managed in a calm voice. "I think what I ate this morning didn't agree with me."

"Oh?" The knowing look on Kit's face was bad enough, but when he smirked, that nearly made Obi-Wan blush hard. Though it was no secret that he and Anakin were in a relationship, none of the esteemed Council members needed to know that Obi-Wan was currently being fondled through the Force!

He felt another sensation as the touch on his cock strengthened and stood quickly. "My apologies, Masters, but I must retire."

Without looking at anyone -- he really didn't want to see any more knowing looks or smirks -- Obi-Wan made his escape. When he was out in the hallway, all by his lonesome, he let out a loud groan.

Yes, he was absolutely murdering his former padawan as soon as he made it back to their room!

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The walk to their room felt like a trek across the desert. Those invisible hands still held his cock in a warm, caressing grip, with a thumb on his slit, smearing the pre-cum all over the tip. And -- oh Force -- was that now a tongue licking slowly up his sensitive shaft? He didn't feel the usual associated wetness, but the texture was unmistakably soft as the thumb pulled away so that the phantom tongue could kittenishly lick the slit, a bizarre, disembodied experience.

Obi-Wan stopped and leaned heavily against the wall, so thankful that he was still alone. He was completely hard, and the fabric of his underwear pressed against his trapped cock. He panted harshly as he rubbed his hand down his face, and he felt the sweat on his forehead, while the rest of his body burned up from the sheer pleasure and want. He tried to release these emotions into the Force, but they slammed back into him as soon as he let them go, tormented by the continuous assault on his senses.

Upon reaching their room, he stepped inside and locked the door. Leaning against it as if to block out the rest of the world from discovering the filthy acts being committed, he ignored his aching hard-on and called out for Anakin in a very strained voice.