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"Oh, come on!" Anakin grunts as they enter the room that looks like a sacred vault, breaking the respectful silence hanging in the air amongst the green and blue hues coming from datapad screens and interminable rows of neatly stocked informations about the whole galaxy. "Not the archives again." 

"Watch your tone." Obi-Wan hushes him with a sharp look, before turning away completely and walking to the reception desk. 

A few steps behind, Anakin watches as the entire demeanor of his Master changes as he leans subtly over the desk, resolute and reverent at the same time and he doesn't have to see his face to picture the polite smile placated on his lips as he speaks to Madam Nu, probably advocating for an exception in his Padawan's temporal ban from the place of knowledge. He didn't have to. Anakin was perfectly fine with the idea of never putting a foot again in what seemed to be the most boring place in the universe. But Obi-Wan had said they needed to do research about some off-center primitive community he had never heard of before his Master mentioned it. And when Obi-Wan said something, well, as long as he wore his Padawan braid he still had to obey. Most of the time.  

Especially after the little stunt he pulled in Coruscant's lower levels two days ago, which got him grounded at the Temple for an indefinite amount of time. Maybe this was his punishment. Maybe Obi-Wan was taking him to the archives as a warning of what awaited him if he did not behave in the future. This was honestly more frightening that all the threats about confiscating his datapad during the next inter-galactic podrace. 

Behind the desk, he sees Madam Nu raising her head and glancing in his direction above Obi-Wan's shoulder, mouth pinched, eyes of steel. He gives her an awkward smile, before bowing slightly for good measure. When he straightens again, her gaze is already back on Obi-Wan, nostrils flaring in annoyance even though the rest of her face is as blank and composed as usual. Finally, she gives his Master a curt nod and turns her back on them to adress another Knight's inquiry. 

Anakin doesn't even wait for Obi-Wan to call him, keeping his mouth shut as he walks past the desk and sticks to the other man's side, their shoulders bumping as he presses close. 

"What did you tell her ?" He whispers, lowering his head just enough to let his mouth brush the tip of Obi-Wan's left ear. 

"Anakin !" Obi-Wan hisses low at the fleeting but intimate contact and steps aside with a glare in this direction. 

But Anakin notices the barely concealed shiver that runs through his spine, as well as the light blush dusting the top of his cheeks. A little spark of triumph ignites into his chest. 

"Madam Nu granted you a special access in spite of your current restriction to be in the archives, so I'll ask you to earn her respect and act with maturity." Obi-Wan advises him with a severe look that only makes Anakin roll his eyes harder. 

"Yes, Master." 

As sure as the suns rise every morning and set every night, Anakin gets bored five minutes into the research session. Obi-Wan chose a secluded corner of the archives and literally covered the entire table with dozens of ancient books smelling like old cellar that made Anakin wrinkle his nose and sneeze as soon as Obi-Wan had opened one. 

"There's no way I'm touching those fossils." He had declared, and so his Master had given him a datapad and a couple of labelled sticks instead - not without a loud, resigned sigh and a glower that might have worked on him, should he had been a couple years younger and didn't know the taste of his cum already. 

Yes, there's that. As much as Obi-Wan insisted on playing the perfect Jedi Master every day of his life, Anakin knew what he was like in the cover of the night. When he was no Master, no Jedi but a man with flaws and shortcomings, whose shame burned bright and desire even brighter. And the fact that he was the only one who had access to this side of Obi-Wan's conflicted ethics made the beast inside his chest roar in vicious contentment. 

Propping his boots on the side of his Master's chair, Anakin leans back against his own, datapad resting on his laps as he glances at Obi-Wan. The man is focused on a small book that looks a thousands of years old and ready to fall into crumbs at the slightest misstep, and Obi-Wan is holding it with a care that draws Anakin's eyes on his hands. Strong, capable hands with bony knuckles and callous palms that feel so good on his skin. He likes taking them in his mouth after a long training session, or after they've been deep inside of him. He likes licking the salt of Obi-Wan's sweat or the bitterness of his seed off them, likes to feel them pressing on his tongue and keep his jaw open. He likes the roughness of his fingertips on the inside of his thighs and the familiar beating of his pulse when he holds his wrist at night. And he…

Ah, kriff. 

He's getting hard, thinking about Obi-Wan's hands, in the middle of the archives. He would have felt ashamed of the reaction of his body to these forbidden fantasies, a couple of years ago, when he was still a confused teenager driven by hormones and obsessive thoughts about pressing his mouth all over his Master's frustratingly overdressed body. Now it mostly amuses him, because he knows that if he plays his cards right, he could definitely have what he wants. There's no way Obi-Wan would agree to fuck in here, a sacred, public place in which Anakin knows he's on a very thin line from being banned definitely. It makes the challenge even more exciting. 

Eyes still fixed on Obi-Wan, he reaches between his legs to adjust the fabric of his leggings stretching on his semi-hard bulge, deliberately palming himself in the process and letting a brief spike of arousal slip through the walls built around his mind. 

From an outsider's point of view, Obi-Wan quiet and calm composure might appear to stay the same, unphased, but Anakin notices. He notices the small, sharp breath he takes through his nose, the slight twitching in his jaw and the way his fingers tighten on the cover of the book. Good, he has his attention. 

Tapping on the screen of his datapad, he slides down haphazardly until he finds a random piece of information about the community his Master has mentioned. He doesn't even check if it is relevant to their research and stands up suddenly, which pushes Obi-Wan to tear his eyes from his page and give him a suspicious look. 

"I think I found something." Anakin says, offering a smile that he hopes disarmingly innocent, before stepping behind Obi-Wan's chair and leaning over his shoulder, arms on either sides of him as he holds the datapad in front of his face. "Look." 

His curls are dancing along Obi-Wan's beard as he presses closer, forearms casually resting on his Master's shoulders and he's suddenly overwhelmed by the musky scent of aftershave and the fresh smell of clean robes. It takes all he has in him not to press his nose on the underside of his jaw and breathe him in like a starving man. Not yet. 

"Anakin." Obi-Wan stiffens on his chair, keeping his gaze straight and his movements to the minimum. It makes Anakin smile internally "Please, behave yourself. This work is important."

"I know, Master." Anakin hums, gently tapping on the screen. "I found something for you."  

Since Obi-Wan doesn't explicitly asks him to step back, Anakin decides he can stay where he is, bathing in the scent of aftershave and clean laundry. If he moved an inch to the side, he could press his cheek to Obi-Wan's but he doesn't want to spook him. He has to be clever. He has to make Obi-Wan want this as much as he does. 

There's a short silence before Obi-Wan grabs the datapad to move it away and adjust the screen to his sight, which makes Anakin smile at the familiarity of the gesture. Obi-Wan tends to do that more and more often when Anakin shows him something on a screen, but he'll insist that he doesn't need his eyesight checked-up, which is a shame because he believes his Master would look even hotter with glasses on. 

"I- Thank you, Anakin." Obi-Wan finally says. "This was… Interesting. Though, not exactly what we're aiming for." 

Anakin knows this tone by heart, the one that conveys that he failed at the objective while still being supportive for trying. That exact same one that infuriated him when he was younger and full of insecurities, when he thought Obi-Wan was holding him back when he was only pushing him further. It took years for him to desantangle those complicated feelings and understand that everything Obi-Wan had ever done was out of love for him. Sometimes awkwardly, sometimes painfully, but always out of love. 

"What are we aiming for then, Master ?" He murmurs, wrapping his arms loosely around Obi-Wan's neck, forgetting completely about the datapad. 

He hears Obi-Wan swallow, knuckles whitening around the edges of the device. He wants me too, he realizes as a pleasant warmth spread inside of his belly. But knowing his Master, he won't go down without a fight. 

"Cultural data, politics." Obi-Wan answers, putting the datapad on the table in front of him along with the book. "You could find me information on their economical status and the exchanges they make with other systems."

"I could do that." Anakin agrees, and he feels Obi-Wan relax a bit against him. "Or, I could sit on your cock while you search information about that planet's boring economics." 

"Anakin !" 

This time Obi-Wan forgets to whisper, turning around on his chair to give Anakin an outraged look, a delicious blush spreading from his nose to the edge of his tunics that Anakin knows annoys him more than his crude words. 

"Shh, Master." Anakin hushes him with a barely hidden smile that makes the Jedi glower stronger. "You don't want to draw attention to us, do you ?" 

"This not the time, nor the place." Obi-Wan hisses behind his teeth while grabbing Anakin's arms to unwrap them from around his neck. "Go sit down." 

Anakin lets him, pushing away from the chair to circle it and sit directly on the edge of the table, facing his Master whose brows furrow in flustered annoyance. 

"Anakin, I'm serious-"

"I'll be good." Anakin interrupts him, slowly lifting a leg to slide his foot in the small space left between Obi-Wan's thighs, making him choke a gasp and close his legs as he reaches for his ankle. 

"Stop."

Anakin keeps still, tilting his head on the side as Obi-Wan looks at him with a face he knows all to well. Irritation mixed with uncontrolled arousal. Oh, he knows his Master is angry at himself for feeling this way, in this place. He's always furious before giving up and it turns Anakin's blood to liquid fire every time. How he can make this man's iron will bend with his audacity, but also and especially by giving him exactly what he's ever wanted. Connection. Freedom. A chance to let loose, for once. To forgive the shame and only think about pleasure. And something else, that they both won't mention.

"Nobody comes here." He says, gently pushing his foot against Obi-Wan's hold and meeting almost no resistance. "We won't risk anything if we keep quiet." 

"I'm not having sex in the archives." Obi-Wan replies blankly, but still lets Anakin's boot press against his crotch.

"You don't have to do anything." Anakin hums, eyelids fluttering as Obi-Wan's fingers dig inside the delicate joints of his ankle. "Just you inside of me. I keep you warm, you keep me focused. Deal ?" 

Obi-Wan frowns deepens and Anakin can witness the war happening right now inside of his mind. He doesn't really have any compelling arguments to tip the scale in his favour but sheer audacity and the hope that his Master will shed himself of his sacred values for him. It's a lot to ask, he knows, but Obi-Wan tends to surprise him more often than not these days. 

Anakin's waiting in a tense silence when Obi-Wan finally groans and pushes his foot away, making him stumble forward. 

"Come here." 

The order is clear and sharp, going straight to Anakin's cock. He almost causes them both to fall of the chair in his haste to sit on Obi-Wan's laps, which earns him a dirty look. 

"Sorry." He murmurs sheepishly, grabbing Obi-Wan's shoulders to steady himself. This simple contact paired with the warmth of his Master's body under his own makes his lower belly tighten with want. 

"From now on you'll do exactly as I say." Obi-Wan warns in the same voice he uses during the pre-debrief missions with his men. His General voice. It makes Anakin grow harder in the tight confine of his leggings. 

"Yes." He breathes out, compelling himself to stillness even though his body buzzes with wild energy. "Told you I'll be good." 

"I'm not believing you in the slightest." Obi-Wan whispers back, lowering his eyes until his gaze falls on Anakin's groin. The corner of his lips twitches as he looks up again, an amused spark dancing in the dark of his pupils. "You've already soaked your pants. You're going to come as soon as I enter you."

"I won't." Anakin shakes his head, cheeks turning crimson when he realizes how undone he looks already. "I promise. I can wait." 

"I don't have any lube." Obi-Wan states. 

"It's fine." Anakin groans. "I don't care."

Obi-Wan raises an eyebrow at that and Anakin feels his cheeks grow even hotter. 

"It's fine." He repeats. "Just use spit or whatever. I just need you inside. Please." 

Obi-Wan looks unsure and Anakin's pretty sure he's already putting together an endless list of questions in his head, so he leans forward to press their lips together. His heart misses a bit when Obi-Wan automatically cups his face, skilled hands slipping on the back of his neck, and kisses him back with the same fervor. 

"Yes." Anakin breathes out against his mouth when they part. "I'm clean. No, I don't need you to prep me. And yes, I will scream if you don't take me right now. I will." 

Obi-Wan slightly pulls away, squinting at him suspiciously. 

"Did you- Have you… planned any of this ?" 

Anakin - who's been working to open the front of his pants - looks up at him from under his eyelashes and gives him his most perfect imitation of an innocent smile. 

"Maybe."

The incredulous look on Obi-Wan's face is enough of a reward in itself for the efforts Anakin had put in his little scheme, but still it isn't enough.

"You're…" Obi-Wan shakes his head in disbelief, hands sliding from his face to the narrowness of his waist. 

"Irresistible ?" Anakin grins, standing for a second to push his leggings and underwear down on his thighs. "I know." 

"I was going to say 'a pain in my ass'." Obi-Wan mutters, fingers traveling lower to the swell of Anakin's butt, squeezing the soft flesh and pulling him closer to press a soft kiss on his pubis. 

Anakin bites his lips at the gentle scratch of beard against his skin, swallowing the noise he feels growing in the back of his throat. 

"Obi-Wan…" 

"Turn around." Obi-Wan murmurs, caressing his thighs as he does, before his fingers disappear, their absence leaving traces of fire on Anakin's skin. 

When he takes a look behind his back, the sight makes his mouth water and his guts clench in pure desire. Obi-Wan has taken himself out of his pants, opened just enough to let Anakin see his leaking hardness peeking through the folds of his tunics. Then he gives his cock a few strokes and Anakin suddenly feels weak in the knees. 

"Kriff."

Fingers come back on his hip, slowly leading him back down onto Obi-Wan's laps. 

"Careful." Obi-Wan whispers as Anakin eagerly follows the hand guiding him, bracing himself on the table in front of him. "Be patient, dear. And keep quiet." 

Anakin rolls his eyes with a groan, sitting down until he feels the tip of Obi-Wan's cock brushing against his rim, and he shudders as he lets himself slide slowly on the slick head opening him up. A shaky moan breaks past his lips as he welcomes another inch, arms trembling slightly above the table. 

"Fuck, Obi-Wan…"

A second hand comes to rest on his other hip, preventing him from simply impaling himself all the way down Obi-Wan's shaft. 

"Don't want you to hurt yourself." Obi-Wan whispers in his back before he can whine about it, drawing soothing circles on his hips with his thumb as he controls his pace, much to Anakin's frustration. 

"I can take you." He mumbles, trying to press down a little faster, but his Master's grip is firm and his rhythm agonisingly slow. "S'not the first time." 

"I know you can." Obi-Wan replies quietly. "But the conditions are far from ideal. Plus, you told me you'd be good." 

"You're just teasing." Anakin growls, glancing behind his shoulder to glower at him, even though his credibility must have vanished somewhere in between his stained pants and needy whimpers. 

"Maybe a little." Obi-Wan admits. 

How he manages to keep his composure remains a secret for Anakin who's quickly falling apart as his Master's cock spreads him wide, a slight burn going along with the stretch as his walls protest against the lack of lubrication. He tries to push past the pain to focus on the sensation of having Obi-Wan filling him up almost entirely, hard and heavy inside of his belly. He gasps loudly as Obi-Wan guides him down the last inches, settling him on his thighs as he adjusts his position, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure up Anakin's spine. He has to press both of his hands on his mouth not to cry out about the sensation. 

A pair of arms wrap around his waist while lips press gently on the back of his neck. 

"Are you okay ? Too much ?" Obi-Wan asks in a whisper. Anakin thinks he might hear the 'I told you so' in his tone but he only hears genuine concern. 

"I'm fine." He winces, focusing on taking a couple of breaths through his nose. "I'm just-"

Full. He feels fuller than he's ever been. He's almost convinced that he could feel Obi-Wan's cock through the wall of his abdomen if he pressed his hand on it, which he does. Of course he can't feel anything, but the fact that Obi-Wan is inside of him, buried deep and stretching him wide, like Anakin belongs on his cock, belongs to him, is enough to awaken the fire in his belly and make his half-hard cock leak profusely on his pants. He's about to rock his hips to feel his Master's entire lenght pumping on his hole when the fingers on his waist tighten their grip, restraining his movements. 

"That was not the deal." Obi-Wan hums against his ear. "The deal was to let you sit on my cock, and focus on the work we have to do, remember ?" 

"Kriff the work." Anakin grunts, wiggling slightly in a desperate search for friction. "I can't focus on stupid work when you're filling me up like this."

"This was your idea." Obi-Wan reminds him, pulling on his and Anakin's robes to hide most of their lower halves, before leaning forward to grab his abandoned book. "Now, let me work." 

The simple movement sends Anakin panting above the table as Obi-Wan's cock temporarily pushes deeper inside of him before he comes back to his original position, sliding along his walls at an angle that makes him see stars for a second. 

"Stop moving." He chokes. "I'm going to come."

"You assured me you could wait." Obi-Wan replies, resting his book on Anakin's back for support. "So you'll wait until I find the information I've been searching for. If, and only if you behave, I might give you a treat later." 

Later turned out to be an hour, then a second. Anakin had dozed off on the table at some point, only pulled from his slumber by the regular rocking of Obi-Wan's body when he changed books and sent involuntary jolts of pleasure stabbing him in the lower belly. It woke up his arousal every time, and every time Obi-Wan dampened his enthusiasm by telling him he wasn't over with the karking research. Another frustrating thing Anakin had to come to term with, was the weird feeling of Obi-Wan periodically getting softer all the while staying firmly buried inside of him. Every time he was getting impossibly hard again, Anakin felt like he couldn't take it anymore. He almost asked to stop, once or twice, but his pride and the perspective of finally getting fucked for his good behaviour was always stronger. 

He was floating in between wake and drowsiness when he heard Obi-Wan close an umpteenth book and felt him lean forward to put it on the table. He didn't even open his eyes this time, letting the wave of arousal cross his body with the realization that he was too exhausted to try to do something about it. He is about to let himself drift into the limbos again when a hand makes its way under the folds of his tunic to press on his abdomen and the rough brush of a beard comes tickling the side of his ear. 

"Are you asleep ?"

Blinking away the slumber weighing down on his eyelids, Anakin hums and turns his head for his cheek to be met with a gentle pair of lips. 

"I'm done. We can go home so you can rest properly." 

Anakin raises an eyebrow at the words, the last of his sleepiness flying away, progressively being replaced with a prickling sensation in the guts he knows all too well. 

"Have I been good ?" He asks, rocking his hips back slightly to chase the sparkles igniting in his lower belly. 

"The best." Obi-Wan replies low, pressing his cheek against his own before pushing his hips forward, slow and steady.

"Ah…" Anakin breathes out, pleasure running down to his toes like droplets of fire. He can feel it again, Obi-Wan growing hard inside of him, taking all the space, claiming him, making him experience the overwhelming feeling of being entirely, impossibly filled up, complete. It takes his breath away. 

"You've been so good." Obi-Wan murmurs against his cheek, embracing him with his arms, his words, his scent. 

Anakin doesn't really know how he ends up on his feet, bent over the table in a sea of precious ancient books. All that he knows is that Obi-Wan is holding his hips and the next moment, he's moving inside of him. He pulls out slowly before pressing inside again, and again, and again. He's slow and gentle but it still hurts at first because everything's dry and he's been stretched for too long. He doesn't say it though, because there's something else, an aching need pulsing deep inside of him that he needs relief from. It gets better when Obi-Wan's precome starts to coat his walls, when his body warms up and they find their rhythm. It gets so good Anakin almost forgets where they are and Obi-Wan has to press a hand on his mouth to prevent him from moaning too loudly. He can't help himself, the ache inside of him is growing larger with every thrust of Obi-Wan's hips, stealing his breath away and making his eyes tear up. He wants harder, he wants deeper, reaches behind to grab Obi-Wan's ass and keep him closer with every move. He wants all of him, everything, now. He's so close it's frustrating. It's so good it hurts. He cries, face down on the table, Obi-Wan almost stops. He threatens to kill them both if he does. Keep going, keep going. He's so close. He wants to come untouched. Wants Obi-Wan to fuck his hole so good he comes from this only. He can't seem to be able to. The ache is still there, burried in between his loins. Obi-Wan starts radiating worry in the Force. Anakin doensn't know what time it is, if they're supposed to leave, if they risk being caught. He doesn't care. He just wants Obi-Wan to press on his ache and make it disappear. He just wants relief.

And it comes, finally. When Obi-Wan understands that he'll have to find something else than giving attention to his dick. He slips a hand in between Anakin's chest and the table and captures one of his nipple through the fabric of his tunic, gently tugging and rolling the perked up little bud between his fingers until it borders on painful. As he does, he lay his chest on Anakin's back and presses his body against the hard wood, lips trailing on the soft skin behind his ear. 

"You're so good, Anakin." He whispers in his neck, hips slapping hard against his ass. "So good for me. I adore you. I got you. Come for me, Anakin. Anakin."

He doesn't know if it's Obi-Wan's words, his hands, his weight pressing down on him or the relentless thrusts against his prostate but Anakin comes with his Master praying his name in the crook of his neck. 

His orgasm strikes him like a lightning bolt, crossing through his body with such strength he blacks out for a second. When he comes back to his senses, he's still pressed against the table and Obi-Wan is painting heavily against his curls, one arm wrapped around his waist as the other gently brushes along his shaking thigh. 

He doesn't have the strength, nor the time to say a word that Obi-Wan kisses the corner of his jaw and pulls away, lifting Anakin's pants and underwear up his legs, delicately tucking his wet cock back inside like it's something he did everyday. 

"We have to go." 

"Give me a sec." Anakin breathes out, wincing at the unpleasant sensation that made the sticky mess in his pants. Obi-Wan's cum leaking from him, he realizes with a blush. 

Obi-Wan is already cleaning the space, his robes unsoiled and neat as he piles up the books and crouches under the table to wipe Anakin's seed on the floor. Anakin follows his movements from his spot, too tired to even think about being embarrassed. He likes it when Obi-Wan takes care of him, whatever the circumstances. 

Finally noticing that Anakin is starring at him without planning on moving, Obi-Wan approaches and pushes his sweaty curls away from his forehead. 

"Are you going to lie on this table all night ? It can't be comfortable." 

"I've had worse." Anakin mumbles. 

"Come on." Obi-Wan grabs his flesh hand, intertwining their fingers. "I'll take you home, put you in a burning shower and order you a meal. Deal ?" 

Anakin feels the corner of his lips rise against his will, and his heart starts beating a bit faster at the domesticity of the proposition. How he loves that man. 

He'll tell him one day. 

"Deal." 

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"Alright guys, let's stop there and make camp for the night." 

Anakin lifts his thick scarf higher up on his face and gives an inquiring look to his Captain standing a few feet below him. He's not entirely sure that his voice had carried through the protective layers of fabric wrapped around his head, the incessant gusts of freezing wind and to the rest of the troop lined up knees deep in the snow. But Rex gives him a curt nod and takes the lead, walking back to the others to start organising the improvised camp. 

Anakin turns around when he's sure everyone has understood the orders and makes his way higher, following the light trail of steps drawn in the snow to a small promontory overlooking the valley they were in a couple of hours ago. 

Obi-Wan's there, standing on the edge, alone. The white of his coat blends in with the landscape, miles and miles of ivory forests and mountains, frozen rivers and pale skies. It's the only sight they've had for almost four days now, and they still have many more to come. 

Obi-Wan's presence is wavering in the Force when he approaches, fluttering and elusive, slipping away from him when he tries to poke it gently with his mind. It's been like this - and worse - since they've arrived on that planet. Obi-Wan had locked up inside his own head, spending most of his days lost in his thoughts and what was left of his time denying it. Anakin could only watch helplessly as the distance between them grew wider every day. 

"There's a blizzard coming." Obi-Wan states, handing Anakin the binoculars he was using a second before. 

He doesn't turn to him, doesn't even tear his gaze away from the horizon. Anakin can only see his eyes, clear like the water trapped in the glaciers, and the frosted tip of his eyelashes. The sight holds such a fragile, ephemeral beauty that Anakin forgets where he is and why they're here for a while, losing himself in his contemplation, the device hanging uselessly by his side. He would like to kiss Obi-Wan's eyelashes and feel the snowflakes melt against his lips. He would like to hold him in his arms and take for himself whatever has been bothering him and that he thinks he has to endure alone in silence. 

But there's something holding him back. His own insecurities, his constant fear of being too much, of making things worse, of being a burden. 

"The men are preparing the camp for the night." He announces, but what he really wants to say is 'i love you, please talk to me.' 

"Good." 

Obi-Wan puts his protective glasses back on and turns around to make his descent to the camp. The moment is gone. Anakin fights back the tears burning behind his eyes and follows him. 

The tents are ready in less than an hour and the dinner is eaten quickly around a makeshift campfire that does little to warm them up from the vicious cold making it's way under their clothes and inside their bones. The imminent blizzard is not helping as well. The wind, sharp and uncompromising, makes them retreat in their respective tents not long after. 

Obi-Wan is already preparing his bed for the night when Anakin enters their common space and makes a quick job to caulk every possible air intakes with whatever he finds within reach. 

The silence is hanging heavy between them as Anakin places his last piece of unused clothes against the foot of the door and turns around. Obi-Wan is sitting on his sleeping bag laid on the hard floor, visibly struggling to open his coat with his gloves hands. His fingers are shaking. Badly. And his growing frustration sends barely concealed flickers of annoyance through their bond. 

"Let me help." Anakin proposes quietly, crossing the few steps between them to come kneel in front of him. 

Obi-Wan's eyes fly to him and for a second, Anakin thinks he's going to tell him to fuck off, but his shoulders slump suddenly as he lets out a heavy sigh. 

"Thank you." 

Anakin swallows and focuses on the frozen zipper of his coat, his prosthesis making a quick, effortless job at pulling it all the way down. 

"Here you go." He mutters, avoiding his gaze as he stands up to take care of his own wet clothes. 

Undressing and putting on dry clothes is a thirty seconds job but he still has time to feel the violent bite of the cold on his bare skin, leaving him shivering despite his thermic attire. And there he thought there was no place colder than space. 

As he turns around to join his own sleeping bag, he notices that Obi-Wan has not moved since he opened his coat and is still wearing it, sitting on the floor in the same position. 

"You should change and warm up." He advises. "You're gonna catch death if you stay like this." 

Of course Obi-Wan knows this. Anakin did learn it from him after all. He shouldn't have to remind him basic survival lectures. But when he sees that his words produce no reaction from his Master, he realizes there might be something wrong. 

"Obi-Wan ?" 

Anakin walks to him with a frown, noticing the slight but constant shiver running through Obi-Wan's body as he gets closer, the way he's hunched over himself, limbs and neck rigid. He doesn't like this. 

As he crouches in front of him, he hears the repetitive sound of teeth chattering behind the scarf tied around his mouth and nose. His fingers are curled up inside of his wet gloves and he doesn't move, not even when Anakin pushes the fabric down his chin. 

"You're freezing." He breathes out, eyes focusing on the bluish edges of his lips and nose. "Obi-Wan, you have to undress, now." 

"I- I can't." The older Jedi murmurs. "I'm- I'm too… too cold." 

"I know." Anakin replies and swears under his breath as Obi-Wan starts shaking and chattering his teeth even harder. "But if you don't, you'll die." 

Without waiting for an answer, he starts untying Obi-Wan's scarf, throwing it on the other side of the tent along with his hat and gloves. Obi-Wan's fingers are worryingly purple but he keeps that problem for later. Despite his protests, he takes out his coat as well and leaves him for a minute to go grab some dry clothes in his travel bag. 

Then he peels his layers one by one until he's completely naked and trembling under his hands. With a towel he tries to get rid of the last bits of humidity as much as he can and then begins the process of dressing him up again with functional clothes. 

When he's done, Obi-Wan is still shaking and shivering, but at least he's dry now. Anakin opens the zipper of his sleeping bag and pats the space inside of it. 

"Come on, get in here." 

Obi-Wan obeys without protest and curls up on his side, diving in until only his nose shows up. 

"Good." 

Anakin picks up his own sleeping bag and zips it open to lay it on him before worming his way beside his Master and closing the bag on them both. When he presses himself against Obi-Wan's back, he feels him tensing up during a split second. He tries not to let it hurt him. 

"What are you doing ?" Obi-Wan whispers when he wraps a hand around his waist and grabs one of his shaky hands to stroke it gently. 

"I know you don't want me right now." Anakin replies, trying to keep his voice level. "But you're dangerously cold, and you need to warm up." 

Obi-Wan doesn't answer. He doesn't get closer but he doesn't make a move to pull away, which is a tiny victory for Anakin. Pressing the long line of his body a little bit harder against him, he rests his forehead on the back of Obi-Wan's neck, still rubbing his fingers to activate the blood flow. 

"You can put your feet between my thighs." He says. "I don't mind." 

Obi-Wan makes a tiny noise in the back of his throat, but a few seconds laters, freezing feet slip inside the warm embrace of his legs. Anakin winces at the icy cold sensation but keep his thighs tightly closed around Obi-Wan's feet. 

There's a long silence, only disturbed by the occasional chatter of Obi-Wan's teeth, or the shivers running down his spine. Anakin embraces him as much as he can, trying to shield him from the cold. His nose is pressed on the back of his neck, where Obi-Wan's silky hair have grown longer. He can smell the perfume of his shampoo, some essence from a planet he doesn't remember but his Master adores. So he does. It smells good. It smells like him. 

"You hate when I do that." 

Obi-Wan's whisper resonate in the dark closeness of their cocoon. Anakin opens his eyes, heart wavering. 

"When you do what ?" He asks in the same tone. 

When you don't speak to me ? When you push me away ? When you grow cold and distant ? 

"You hate when I put my cold feet under your butt." Obi-Wan answers. 

A tired chuckle escapes Anakin's lips. 

"Well, circumstances." He replies flatly. "I can endure feeling a bit uncomfortable if it means you keep your toes." 

Obi-Wan hums before letting out a little sigh. 

"You said I didn't want you right now." He starts, hesitantly. "This is not true. I want you by my side all the time. I need you. I just- I don't know how to ask you." 

Anakin frowns, split between the bitterness he has accumulated these past four days and genuine confusion. 

"You don't have to ask me." He replies. "I'm here for you, always." 

"I know." Obi-Wan sighs again. "It's just… You've already been through so much, I don't want to be a burden to you." 

"What are you saying ?" Anakin groans, tightening his hold around his body, lips pressed against the still slightly damped tips of his hair. "You're not a burden. You make everything about my life more bearable. I'm the one who make things harder for you." 

"Don't say that." Obi-Wan chastises, intertwining their fingers on his chest. Anakin prefers his indignation to his silence. "You have no idea what you mean to me." 

Outside, the wind has started howling, slapping against the walls of their small shelter and covering the camp in angry twirls of snow. Anakin snuggles a bit closer against Obi-Wan. He has stopped shaking. Against his palm pressed on his chest, he can feel his heart beating at a familiar, comforting rate. 

"I miss you." He confesses in the dark. 

"I'm right here." Obi-Wan replies quietly, a slight hesitation in his tone confirming to Anakin what his answer really is : a deflection. 

"I miss when you talk to me." He elaborates then. "I miss laughing with you. I miss your sleepy face in the morning. I miss when you embrace me at night." 

In his arms, Obi-Wan lets out a shaky breath, but he stays silent. 

"I miss kissing you." Anakin continues in a murmur, gently pressing a tentative kiss against the back of his neck. 

This time, the shiver that runs through Obi-Wan has nothing to do with the cold. 

"Anakin…" 

"I miss your body." The young man goes on, untangling their fingers to run his hand up Obi-Wan's arm and to his shoulder, before letting it slide to this waist. "I miss your skin. I miss making love with you. I miss our connection." 

Consciously or not, Obi-Wan presses back against him with a breathy noise. Anakin slips his hand down, resting it on the soft fabric covering his stomach. 

"I miss all of you." He whispers in his ear, drawing a pained noise from the back of Obi-Wan's throat. 

"Show me." 

Anakin's whole body ignites at the two little words, a challenge or a prayer, he doesn't really know. All of the pent-up frustration he has accumulated the last few days dissolve in these two fragile syllables, leaving him lightheaded with relief and determined to show Obi-Wan's his undying devotion. 

The hand on his stomach slowly travels lower, brushing over the warm fabric on his thigh and gently squeezing the firm muscles there while his mouth trails down from the soft skin behind his ear to the collar of his thermic sweater, placing sweet kisses along his fluttering pulse. 

"Need you closer." Obi-Wan mutters, entangling their legs and reaching a hand behind him to slip his fingers in the curls at the base of Anakin's neck, tugging him nearer. 

Anakin lets out an appreciative hum as Obi-Wan's nails slightly scratch his scalp. He presses another open-mouthed kiss on the pale expanse of his throat, taking a moment to suck on the thin skin there, making Obi-Wan gasp and arch against him. His ass firmly pressed against Anakin's groin, the young Jedi can feel himself grow hard as his Master squirms and pants with each mark he leaves on him. His fingers close into a fist on his hair, sending thousands of sharp prickles of pleasure down Anakin's spine. 

"Master…" 

The word escapes him, too lost as he already is in the haze of desire, and he bites his tongue as soon as he realizes. But Obi-Wan doesn't seem to notice. He pulls on his curls and grinds his ass harder against Anakin's bulging erection. 

"Touch me." 

Anakin feels a sudden warmth spreading through his veins as Obi-Wan speaks again, hot and demanding. There's no way he's getting his Master naked after putting so much effort into warming him up, so he'll have to improvise. Adjusting his grip on Obi-Wan's thighs, he starts rutting slowly against him, his cock digging into the fabric covering the crack of his ass. Obi-Wan makes a choked sound at the feeling, grabbing Anakin's hand on his thigh to press it between his legs, the thinness of the material doing nothing to hide his obvious hardness. As he palms him through his pants, Obi-Wan lets out a low moan that is immediately swallowed by the scream of the blizzard outside. 

"Fuck, you're so hot." Anakin whimpers, wrapping his fingers around what he can hold of Obi-Wan's cock over his layers of clothes. 

As he starts to stroke him through the fabric, Obi-Wan starts to moan louder, throwing his head back against Anakin's shoulder. He's grinding his ass harder against his erection and Anakin feels like he's going to explode with the overwhelming sensation of their rediscovered closeness, the layers between them adding to the experience. He's already soiling his underwear with precome, leaking so abundantly he wonders if Obi-Wan can feel it through his clothes. He's so hard his cock is digging harder inside Obi-Wan's crease, making the older man wet the front of his pants where Anakin is stroking him. 

He never really had the occasion to be on top with Obi-Wan, so when his Master releases his hold on his curls to grab the meat of his own cheeks, spreading them for him, Anakin almost comes here and now. He angles his hips so the tip of his swollen cock hits against Obi-Wan's hole with each of his thrusts, almost hoping to be able to fuck into him with his clothes on, seed permeating the coton, the wet roughness of the fabric leaving his rim red and puffy. 

"Anakin-" Obi-Wan gasps suddenly, chest heaving rapidly. "I'm going to come." 

Anakin realizes then that his hand is slick with the precome soaking Obi-Wan's pants. Straightening on his elbow, he pushes his Master on his back and makes himself a place between his legs, sticking their groin together before Obi-Wan can protest and leaning on him to capture his lips in a hot kiss. 

Obi-Wan's broken moan vibrates in his mouth as he starts rutting their hips together in a faster rhythm, their confined cock brushing deliciously against each other. Obi-Wan wraps his arms around his neck and his fingers find their place back in his hair as Anakin licks into his mouth, swallowing all the high-pitched, illicit noises he makes. 

They're both close, he can feel it in the tension of their body humping desperately together, in the way their kisses become an uncoordinated mess and the fact that the Force pulses frantically in their bond. 

It's Obi-Wan that comes first, arching against Anakin's hips with a strangled moan, the stain on the front of his pants growing larger as he spends his seed against his own skin, adding to the already sticky mess. Anakin follows soon after, his orgasm coursing through him like a volcanic eruption, soaking the already more than wet fabric. He gives Obi-Wan one last, languid kiss before collapsing on top of him, out of breath. 

It takes a minute for both of them to come to their senses, panting softly in the dark of their tent as the storm rages outside. 

"Still feeling cold ?" Anakin whispers when he finally finds the strength to raise his head from the comfortable pillow of Obi-Wan's chest. 

Obi-Wan snorts and combs his sweaty curls back with his fingers. 

"I think my lips are still a bit blue." 

"Oh yeah ?" Anakin asks, trying but failing to hide his grin. 

"Mh mh." Obi-Wan nods seriously. "I could die." 

"I have to take this matter very seriously then." Anakin answers, now grinning fully as he leans over him, joining their lips in a long, tender kiss in which they both hum contentedly. 

When they part, Anakin cups Obi-Wan's cheek in the palm of his hand and smiles softly. 

"Hey. Welcome back." 

If it wasn't so dark, he could see the pretty blush colouring Obi-Wan's face, but he just has to guess it from the way he turns his head only slightly, as if to avoid his gaze. 

"Thank you." He whispers low, his breath tingling Anakin's palm. 

"You know I'm here for you." Anakin murmurs back, gently stroking his cheekbone with his thumb. "You can always come to me." 

He can hear Obi-Wan swallow audibly, and the rise of his chest against his own as he takes a large breath. 

"It's been twelve years since… since Qui-Gon died, today." He finally says quietly. 

Anakin's eyes widen in the dark. How could he have forgotten ? Obi-Wan was always so secretive about his grief, but each year he'd find a way to honour his late Master's memory, one way or another. Anakin wasn't always here for it, and he had to admit he had started to let it slip from his mind after a while. He knew the man mostly from memories, some his own but mainly Obi-Wan's, so he didn't feel the same pain his Master was experiencing. 

"Oh, Obi-Wan." He murmurs softly, flooding their bond with waves of love and support. "I'm sorry, I forgot." 

"It's fine." Obi-Wan answers with a sigh. "I don't know why I feel this way. Some years I'm alright and sometimes it just… Comes back to kick me in the ass." 

"Master Yoda would say that grief is like that." Anakin replies. "That healing is not a linear thing and that everyone mourns at their own pace. You're allowed to feel sad, you know ?" 

"It's just-" Obi-Wan interrupts himself and Anakin can feel him nipping at his bottom lip. "I'm wondering what he would think about me, about the promise I made to him, about your training and…" 

"About us ?" Anakin guesses. 

"Yes." Obi-Wan admits. "I feel like… If he's somewhere out there, watching, he would see that I failed him, as his Padawan and as your Master." 

Anakin doesn't let the words sting him personally. He knows that they're only a reflection of Obi-Wan's fears and anxieties. Instead, he caresses his cheek and presses his nose against his own. 

"I don't think he would judge us." He declares genuinely. "From what I gathered, he was the type to use the Code as a guide rather than strict rules to follow blindly. He had his own beliefs. I think- No, I'm sure he would be proud of you, of what you've become and what you've made of me. And I think he would be happy to see you happy. And loved." 

"Anakin…" Obi-Wan's whisper brushes against his lips, small and unsure. 

"I love you." Anakin says, his tone definitive as he presses a kiss on his lips. 

"I know." Obi-Wan replies in a murmur against his mouth. "I love you too." 

Satisfied, Anakin pecks his lips once more before laying back on his chest, his head resting on the crook of his shoulder. He is completely drapped over him like that, keeping him warm and - he hopes - protecting him from his demons for at least that night. 

He's about to doze off when something makes a laughter bubble up in this chest. 

"He would still call us idiots." He grins against Obi-Wan's shoulder. 

"Why ?" Obi-Wan asks, barely stifling a yawn. 

"This was our only change of clothes." 

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