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"The more we change the future that is your past, the more I find myself thinking of Qui-Gon, and one particular lesson I believed he tried -and failed, if I'm honest- to teach me. Life is neither fair no unfair, but rather simply is. It is up to us to make it so."

He pauses a moment, dragging his thumb over Anakin's cheekbone, slowly and with, no other word for it, a profound amount of tenderness.

"I do not, at least currently and I feel as though it may change with my next breath, feel personal responsibility for Vader's creation. I loathe Palpatine more than is good for me, but he's more symptom than disease, and he did not cause the fall of the Order. The Order fell under the weight of its own arrogance."

Another, briefer pause with his hand still on Anakin's face. Trying to remember what his point was and then finally just coming up, rather lamely and with less eloquence. "In the end, I don't think we really need to blame anyone. We only need to make things more fair."

He didn't need eloquence.

"I agree with you."

There was something different about a 'lecture' when you were on equal footing. It was a discussion, a sharing of ideas. Or maybe he was sure of the fact that if he had something to contribute, Obi-Wan would listen and not dismiss him. He remembered that being an undercurrent of his relationship with Obi-Wan in his previous life. He was never sure Obi-Wan would listen to him.

It's what brought them here now.

And now was different in so many ways.

"Can we stop talking about Sith now?"

He lifted his eyebrows at Anakin, just a little. "Can we stop talking now?" Especially about the Sith, because if Anakin had more to say? Something else they needed to discuss in the wake of that vision and in the warm dark and profound Quiet of the middle of a Tatooine night? He would stop, and he would listen.

If not, he'd do something else.

In response, Anakin leaned in and kissed Obi-Wan.

"Unless you have more you want to talk about- about your vision," he said. "We can get back to that distraction you tried before."

Sometimes the dichotomy of this life struck him. It felt as though he were as much two people as Anakin, only both of them still in the same skin. The man who handled the rebellion and plotting and tactics, who was still a Jedi General -

and then this.

He wondered how in the name of anything Anakin could want the second while seeing and remembering the first. Not because of guilt, per se, just the messy complication of it all.

He didn't think about it for long, and certainly not now.

It was probably just the slow cycle of healing in the midst of new trauma.

He snorted, soft and somehow elegant, but settled his hand around Anakin's jaw and kissed him. This time properly, slowly deepening the kiss and turning it gently, slowly, demanding.

It was because this was how it always was for him. Those memories could come up at any time, and he would always have to switch from them to something else in order to function.

They were discussing his memories in a safe way, Obi-Wan hadn't judged him after hearing all that. Anakin could set it all aside now and focus on Obi-Wan's mouth on his, their bodies next to each other-

Anakin wanted to change that: he rolled back and pulled Obi-Wan with him, preferring the bottom position right now.

There were many places between them that could be strained, tense, unpleasant. Places even now where communication was hard, or just didn't happen.

...This wasn't one of them.

Anakin tugged, and Obi-Wan went with him, settling on top of Anakin without the faintest hint of resistance. Settled like he'd been made to be there. Some weight caught on his elbows, one thigh between Anakin's. The kiss didn't even falter on his end, just deepened further with a slow roll of his hips.

Anakin wouldn't have thought Obi-Wan would be this... casual wasn't the word. He certainly approached every sexual moment with purpose. Into it?

Not that Anakin was complaining.

Anakin met the roll of Obi-Wan's hips with his own, after the second thrust he was fully aroused. He dragged a feather light finger down Obi-Wan's spine, he could count scars if he wanted. His other hand traveled low, slipping below the waist of Obi-Wan's pants.

Flexible might be the word Anakin wanted - or even pliant. Maybe just responsiveness and acceptance turned toward a mutually enjoyable activity.

Maybe there just wasn't a word or even string of them.

Either way, Anakin wanted him on top and made it clear and it was a desire he was very happy to meet. Once he had Anakin fully hard against him, could feel the heat and line of Anakin's cock he shifted just a little so his thigh was flexed against that hardness. He arched lightly toward the finger tracing down his spine, breath catching for a moment.

Odd. Scar tissue wasn't particularly sensitive but something about the mental image of Anakin's fingers trailing across those white lines really did something for him.

He pulled away from the kiss to breathe, and so he could hip at the line of Anakin's jaw and throat, still slowly. Turned on? Incredibly. Feeling at all urgent? No. They had at least until the suns rose.

And those suns were hours away.

Sensing Obi-Wan's response to the touch against his scars, Anakin switched tactics. He found each of the scars on Obi-Wan's back and traced them, touch as light as before, but his pace was slow.

It was nice, just taking their time. Touching and being touched.

"I can barely even feel that, and it's still the most erotic thing I have ever experienced," he murmured, around leaving faint, pink, marks that would fade on Anakin's throat and collarbone, then downward.

He was not, however, headed for Anakin's cock - downward, but much more slowly and with much more attention to just skin, muscle, and bone.

If he thought about it, he would realize that was a fairly low bar. He was, however, currently preoccupied.

"I can tell." Anakin laughed in his throat. Smug - yes. It was so satisfying knowing he was the cause of that response.

"Harder- try leaving a mark," he said and exposed his neck for Obi-Wan to bite.

"There is no try-" There should be a certain sort of hell people were sent to for alluding to Yoda in the midst of foreplay.

Except he apologized by obliging Anakin, grabbing Anakin's throat with his teeth, biting down and holding on with a soft growl in his throat.

He was definitely going to leave a mark. More than one.

Anakin almost responded to scold Obi-Wan for bringing Yoda into this - this, in which Yoda never belonged. Ever. Ever.

But then Obi-Wan followed through and his teeth in his skin and mouth on his skin was exquisite. He gasped. His back arched, grinding his cock against Obi-Wan's thigh. Both of his hands flexed, digging in. One on Obi-Wan's back. The other on his ass.

"You are so lucky that was amazing."

"And you're lucky I'm nowhere near finished." There might be something just a little wickedly playful in his tone and smile, but his eyes and presence in the force were still nothing but -

well, warm and loving.

"Grab the headboard and keep holding onto it. Please try not to break it." And with that he licked a wet stripe down the center of Anakin's chest, moving lower in the bed but rather than going for Anakin's erection-

Went straight to his hip and bit again, slightly more gently but it was still going to leave a mark.

Anakin complied, ripe with anticipation. And to make sure he didn't break the board, he made sure he used his left hand. Given how much this made him react - in a good way - he twisted his other hand in the sheets. Sheets were replaceable, Obi-Wan's skin was not.

As he expected, he jerked his hips up when Obi-Wan bit him.

This time he moaned, generously. He was short of breath now.

"You're next."

"Yes." He stopped a moment, tracing the indentations left by his teeth with his tongue, then pausing to suck a dark spot just above and around them, before moving down and inward slightly, nuzzling at Anakin's inner thigh. "But not tonight."

Tonight? He was doing this.

Anakin scrubbed a hand through his hair, his forehead already beaded with sweat.

"All night? How long are you going to do this?"

He took one hand off Anakin to wave at the lamp, and bring light up at least slightly. Then he looked at Anakin, and said firmly, "As long as I want. Lay back and enjoy, Anakin. That's the idea, isn't it? I seem to remember you saying that."

...He was a brat.

"You are so..." he grabbed at his hair and tried to think of the right word, but it was very difficult to be wordy right now. Frustrating. Maddening. Provoking. Obi-Wan.

"Proceed- But no feet stuff. That's just... my line."

He stopped just short of biting Anakin's thigh with a look of complete bewilderment that buzzed brightly into the Force.

Feet stuff was a thing? Why was it a thing? Did he want to know? No, he decided, he did not.

No, thank you.

Then bit down with exactly what his intent was, image bright and clear in his mind. A few marks, appreciating Anakin, and ending up inside him with a mindblowing orgasm.

"Some people like to suck on toes." If Obi-Wan could be a brat, he could shock Obi-Wan with the things other people liked to do.

But the images he received were all welcome, every one of them. He sent back a wave of approval. And a let's get on with it.

"Fingers yes, toes no," he said, like he was discussing how he took his tea.

Then briefly trailed his fingers up the underside of Anakin's cock and bit down on his thigh - hard, and sucking and unyielding.

Utter, complete, love.

He wasn't going to say it, but the absolute sureness of it was there.

This time Anakin yelped. But it was a happy, please-more, kind of yelp. Everything was a contented humm in the Force. He tested the feeling of that love and found he liked it. He would say it, but not right now. He'd wait until this man between his legs wasn't teasing him with his mouth and teeth.

After a few breaths, he said, "For someone who's never done this before, you are annoyingly good at this."

"I think I'm insulted." He reached up and pulled the small bottle of lubricant to his hand, and settled back down, licking over the mark he'd made and finally just at the underside of Anakin's cock. No suction, nothing... solid that could get too overwhelming, but enough to be present and hot and wet and -

Yeah, he was teasing.

"Would you like me to be bad at it?"

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