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One week.

That was the time that had passed since Anakin confessed himself to Obi-Wan and did not receive an answer.

Anakin has always been a person who acted before thinking. Of course, confessing his love for his master sixteen years older than him right after a fight was a great example of this. However, to be fair, Anakin had been keeping for himself all the feelings he felt for Obi-Wan for years and years. So after wining that hard fight in Ryloth, he felt his adrenaline so high that he couldn’t hold it anymore. Perhaps it was the late thought, the confrontation with the truth and realization that both Anakin and Obi-Wan could die at any time in the war that made him become more impulsive than he already was.

Anakin imagined himself confessing to Obi-Wan several times throughout his padawanship. Even though, deep down, he knew that Obi-Wan would not return his feelings. It was only a fantasy he kept closed to his heart, because he knew there would not even be the possibility of Obi-Wan love him the same way… Specially, if the two of them were not on the same rank within the Order.

When that finally happened, when he finally became a knight (if though Anakin knew he shouldn’t hold any hope) he couldn’t stop thinking about his desire to confess himself to his master. The impulse only increased and increased until it became a weight in his heart that didn’t let him think straight whenever he met Obi-Wan.

It permeated Anakin’s thoughts almost every night, stealing his precious sleep in times of war. This suffocated Anakin every time he and Obi-Wan touched each other nowadays, since the longing for something more intimate was so great that he barely could breathe.

And Anakin knew that everything had become so much more intense, so much more insufferable since his relationship with Obi-Wan changed to something else… to more.

They became closer than friends, closer than brothers. Even though Obi-Wan was so many years older than Anakin, in these few years since his knighting and the beginning of the war, they became men together. It was as if all the war and all this time next to each other, looking at each other’s backs, fighting together, planning strategies together, sleeping together in the small tents, bleeding together and consoling each other in moments of anguish, in moments of destruction and death when they were the only light in each other’s lives... all this made them one person. Two halves of the same soul.

The Team, as they were called.

If someone believed in the concept of soul mates, they could say that Anakin and Obi-Wan were the example of this.

So how could Anakin keep hiding and ignoring his feelings for his master?

His love confession was stuck in his throat, choking to leave every time Obi-Wan looked at him with affection, every time he touched him with reverence, every time Anakin heard a new variation of Obi-Wan’s endearments. Darling, dear one, dearest, my dear. It was as distressing as it was vicious. Anakin prayed to hear those words from his master’s mouth to feel alive, but he died every time he heard them and couldn’t do anything about it.

A week ago was his breaking point, apparently.

It was just so much adrenaline, so many feelings kept away that when Obi-Wan returned to their tent, bleeding, exhausted and sweaty post-battle, Anakin couldn’t hold back: he poured everything he felt to his master.

Thinking about it days after, Anakin knew that a cascade of spilled feelings so abruptly delivered would scare anyone. So, he had imagined many outcomes of his confession: Obi-Wan feeling disgusted with him, feeling pity or anger, in his sweetest dreams, he imagined Obi-Wan returning his feelings or at least, not getting away from Anakin, but continuing as his friend. What he didn’t imagine was that Obi-Wan’s reaction would be... well, no reaction at all.

His master only stood there, listening to Anakin pour out his heart.

And Anakin hated, Force how much he hated all that!

It just seemed so... wrong. He expected Obi-Wan to react in some way, negative or positive. Anakin imagined all the scenarios for these two possibilities, but not the indifference. No... Because thinking of a non-reaction meant that Obi-Wan didn’t care enough to hate him, much less to love him.

It hurt. Stars, how it hurt and still hurt.

It was only logical to him that in order to keep going after being so pushed aside, Anakin had to transform every mess of feelings he felt at the moment into anger and determination in the new mission they were sent after Ryloth.

What a fucking great Jedi, huh? Windu would love to know about this just to have a good reason to expel Anakin from the Order.

Dreamily drifting in thought, he almost missed a blaster shot coming in his direction. He succeeded in deflecting at the last minute, but not fast enough to not be scolded by his own Padawan. “Master, be careful!” Ahsoka shouted in an angry tone. Anakin snorted.

Obi-Wan dominating his thoughts in the most inopportune moments was nothing new.

Ahsoka looked at him as if he were the padawan (not that Anakin could really blame her, when he was acting like one).“Take your head out of the clouds,” he only cast a reprimanded look in Ahsoka’s direction. Anakin definitely didn’t need a lecture from his padawan to make everything worse at this moment, as much as he deserved one.

With the renewed will to take all the frustration out of his body through the fight, Anakin went ahead and cut more droids than necessary since the fight was practically won. He put all his anger into every swing of his lightsaber, without thinking about what his master would think about it. Anakin didn’t even know where exactly Obi-Wan was on the battlefield.

And he didn’t want to know. Force, he was so kriffing furious with Obi-Wan.

A karking week! And his master acted as if nothing had happened when they were together (something that became rare these days, making Anakin sure that Obi-Wan was avoiding him, to add more fuel to the fire).

As soon as the fight finally ended and Anakin ordered his troops to regroup, still pumped by the adrenaline of his body, he admitted to himself that enough was enough. He couldn’t keep going like this. Without knowing if Obi-Wan hated him or not because of his love.

Enough waiting for his stubborn master to do something about his confession. He couldn’t ignore Anakin forever! Obi-Wan would talk to him for good or for worse!

Somewhere lost in his brain, Anakin knew he was again doing something too impulsive. However, while marching through the camp he couldn’t give a kriff about it.

Anakin followed the bond he shared with his master and found Obi-Wan inside his tent, with Cody. Obi-Wan turned his eyes briefly to Anakin as soon as he invaded the place. It was brief, but Anakin saw his eyes shine with something like fear as soon as they exchanged glances. However, Obi-Wan didn’t stop talking to Cody who - Force bless him - could probably feel the tense air that settled in the tent as soon as Anakin stepped in with his arms crossed, staring at Obi-Wan with a frown.

“I think I’d better go check if the men are making the shipments correctly before we leave, General,” it wasn’t common for Cody simply interrupt Obi-Wan, but his master was clearly saying anything, waiting for Anakin to lose his temper and finally leave. By the look on Cody’s face, the commander got tired of being between any fight that is going on between the two generals.

“Co-“

“I think it’s a good idea, Commander,” Anakin interrupted Obi-Wan before the pathetic man decided to invent some pathetic excuse to run away from his former padawan once more. He even opened the tent for Cody to leave, to Obi-Wan’s explicit discontent.

“What do you want, Anakin?” His master diverted his attention to the table in front of him, eagerly fiddling with some datapads there, running away from looking at Anakin. “I believe I don’t need to inform you that we are leaving and it would be prudent for you to organize the 501st to leave-“

“Ahsoka and Rex can do this,” he dismissed what his master was saying, as he walked further inside the tent, closer to Obi-Wan.

“Well, then I advise you to go back to Twilight to take a shower, you are dirty,” Anakin could only laugh at his master’s attempts to dismiss him, but he was very angry and very determined to have this conversation now. “I have to comm the Council and tell them about-“

“Can you stop it?”

“Stop with what?” Obi-Wan looked at him apprehensively. Even though he tried to maintain his perfect Jedi posture, he was failing in his deflection and, for the first time, his emotions betrayed him in front of Anakin. It was fascinating… but at the same time confused to the Jedi Knight because: why was Obi-Wan acting like that now? When Anakin confessed his love to his master he had no reaction… Why did he seem afraid of having this conversation if actually he didn’t feel anything close to love towards Anakin? Was it just discomfort to have his former padawan in love with him?

“Trying to run away from it. Run away from what you apparently don’t want to accept, Master.”

“Anakin...”

“I love you,” Obi-Wan turned his eyes somewhere under Anakin’s shoulder, his breath coming out in small sighs through his mouth. The desire to have any reaction from Obi-Wan was like a beast inside Anakin. “It doesn’t matter how many times I need to tell you this until you believe it, until you recognize my feelings.”

Obi-Wan then looked at him exasperated. “Anakin, could you please-“ before his master could finish his plea, Anakin took another step forward, being in the other man’s personal space.

“I love you, Obi-Wan,” he affirmed firmly, with all certainty that his heart had of the love he felt.

“I don’t understand what’s the reason for this, Anakin,” Obi-Wan pleaded at him then, looking desperate and lost what made Anakin’s heart jump in joy, even though he knew he shouldn’t be happy if his master was so frustrated. Nonetheless, it was a reaction! Finally a reaction… “Did something happen? I don’t-“

“Nothing happened,” getting closer now, only a few centimeters separated former master and apprentice. “I just want to… No, I need you to know that I love you.”

“Dear one...” came out as an appeal in his master’s shaky voice, a request for mercy that made Anakin shiver, feeling it being said almost whispered in his mouth. If he wasn’t so close to Obi-Wan, Anakin would probably miss the small details, such as Obi-Wan’s breathing failing at each inhalation or how his master looked longingly into his eyes, how he turned his gaze so fleetingly to Anakin’s lips and shuddered. The face blushed right after that.

But he didn’t miss a single thing. Anakin saw it all and he couldn’t be mistaken about what all of that meant.

It was then that Anakin decided to forget anything else that held him: the Order, the Jedi Code, the moral. With a hunger buried for so long and that now coming to the fore without ties, Anakin pushed his master back until Obi-Wan was trapped in the wall of the tent. The Jedi master gave a yelp with the sudden movement and Anakin took advantage of his disorientation to hold one of Obi-Wan’s hands on the wall while the other slid to cover the other man’s lips, which were so clearly about to shout a reprimand.

He didn’t want to hear Obi-Wan’s lecture, he didn’t want to hear rejection or anything else at all that moment. Obi-Wan was always very good with words to deceive and Anakin didn’t want to be deceived by the Negotiator now.

He let all his weight hold Obi-Wan against the wall and lowered his face until it hovered near his hand, the only thing that separated his mouth from Obi-Wan’s mouth. Looking deep into his master’s eyes, Anakin closed the distance and let his lips kiss his own hand, wishing it was other lips there and making it very clear to the man stuck in front of him.

In response to his audacity, he saw Obi-Wan’s already surprised eyes staring at him even more in shock and helplessness. He felt his master’s chest go down and up, irregularly breathing. He felt the warm breath in the palm of his hand, almost begging Anakin to break the last barrier between that forbidden limit. That’s why he didn’t feel ashamed when he whined with an imploring voice:

“Please just close your eyes, Master...”

Anakin thought that Obi-Wan would ignore his appeal for the time his master took just staring into his eyes. But then Anakin’s heart jumped and butterflies flew in his stomach when Obi-Wan’s eyes trembled before finally closing. Anakin knew it was wrong... putting his master against the wall like that, literally pinning him and begging for a kiss, but he couldn’t help it.

Force, Obi-Wan made him feral.

Trembling and with his breath stuck in his throat, Anakin lowered his hand slowly and leaned forward, feeling his lips scrape Obi-Wan’s. His heart raced, he got goosebumps all over his body. His master’s irregular and warm breathing meeting Anakin’s lips was the last thing he paid attention to before he captured Obi-Wan’s mouth in a all demanding and intense kiss.

A kiss by which his master reciprocated almost instantly as intensely.

The moment Obi-Wan shuddered with the bite that Anakin left on his lower lip, making his mouth open minimally, Anakin took the opportunity and slid his tongue into his master’s mouth. His pleasurable moan made Obi-Wan melt in his arms, finally relaxing totally. Anakin, in turn, held the red hair on the back of his master’s neck, oh-so-willing to the touch of his former padawan, and tilted Obi-Wan’s head to a better angle that would deepen the kiss.

Nothing would ever compare to that. Nothing. It was the best thing Anakin has ever tasted in his entire life.

Obi-Wan’s mouth would be his end.

Anakin let his other hand release Obi-Wan’s to wander through his master’s body. Going down by the chest covered too much by the armor to the waist that he dreamed of putting his hand and squeezing there. The moan that Obi-Wan gave in his mouth would haunt Anakin in his dreams until the end of days.

“Anakin...” he got goosebumps and trembled when he heard his name being moaned by Obi-Wan’s voice. No matter what happened after that, Anakin would do everything to hear it again.

“Kriff, Obi-Wan,” Anakin growled as he stuck one of his legs between Obi-Wan’s. When he regained possession of his master’s lips even hungrer than before, Obi-Wan responded dry humping on Anakin’s thigh. He could feel his master’s hard cock rubbing on his thigh and Anakin could almost cum just by that. If he didn’t know that this would be too much for the first kiss, Anakin would kneel in front of his master at that moment and swallow Obi-Wan’s cock until it poured into Anakin’s mouth.

As it was, he only pressed his master’s crotch harder, being rewarded with more than one of the obscene moans that Obi-Wan whined. Leaving his own neglected cock pressed against Obi-Wan’s hip, Anakin focused his attention on the neck without marks in front of him.

This would have to be remedied.

At least that’s what the possessive beast inside him screamed. Then, Anakin let his lips wander down the soft neck, leaving hickeys behind. He could be ashamed to mark his master as a teenager, but Obi-Wan himself was rubbing in Anakin like a young man full of hormones. They matched in their despair.

Anakin only hoped to leave with the burn of Obi-Wan’s beard on his face.

“Anakin... Anakin,” hearing his name being said as a prayer in his master’s voice ended any remnant of sanity that remained in Anakin. Kriff it all, he slid his hands to his master’s ass and lifted him up for Obi-Wan to rub himself like a schutta.

The tent was filled with sounds of the moans of both, with the rubbing of fabric and the wet noise of the kisses that Anakin didn’t stop stealing. Until Obi-Wan grunted and grabbed his tunic tightly, twisting it between his hands as he came inside his pants.

Anakin wanted to mark the vision on his mind forever.

His master fell weak in his arms when the adrenaline of orgasm passed, Anakin gladly holding Obi-Wan close to him. “I take this as reciprocity to my feelings,” he was panting while whispering in Obi-Wan’s ear, even though he wasn’t the only one who had just come.

“You’re impossible, dearest,” it wasn’t a declaration of love, but Obi-Wan sounded happy enough as he said that. And he hadn’t pushed Anakin away from him yet.

Well... Anakin could work with that.

As soon as Obi-Wan tilted his head back looking properly like a hot disaster, Anakin wanted to take the opportunity to steal another kiss, but a voice interrupted them outside the tent.

“General?” It was Rex, most likely looking for Anakin about details of their departure from this planet.

Obi-Wan squermed in his arms, trying to make himself presentable, but he just looked like he had just cum with his swollen and red lips. Anakin was amused while watching, without moving a finger to fix himself. “Your duties await you, Knight Skywalker. And stop looking at me like that,” Obi-Wan scolded him, but Master Kenobi’s red cheeks and always immaculate hair as messy as it was now didn’t pass the same authority that he hoped for.

Anakin’s grin only grew. “We’re not done here yet. Let’s talk... but later.”

“Anakin, we have a lot to do and-“

“Later, Obi-Wan,” he crossed his arms, looking firmly at the other man. He couldn’t escape Anakin, no, no.

His master let out a sigh and stared at him with a more relaxed look, less heavy with his Jedi duties. No more Master Kenobi or worries about the Jedi Code, just Obi-Wan. “Later,” he agreed with a whisper.

Anakin couldn’t help but lean forward and steal another kiss from his master. “Force help me I’ll never get tired of this,” Anakin whispered as soon as his lips parted.

Obi-Wan didn’t answer, but leaned over and gave him another kiss.

“General Skywalker?” Rex seemed to be losing his patience.

“Go!” Obi-Wan then pushed his chest.

Anakin left the tent with a smile on his face already planning everything for later. Obi-Wan had not yet said that his love was reciprocal, but Anakin would make him say it. Oh, he would be sure that Obi-Wan would shout that later... as other things as well like Anakin’s name.

“Are you okay, General?” Rex looked at him suspiciously, an eyebrow raised in questioning.

“Never better, Captain. Never better.”