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Obi-Wan had a bad experience with relationships. He hadn’t told anyone, not even his old Master.
When he was fourteen, one of the older Padawan’s had invited him to spend the day with them studying at their quarters, Obi-Wan had reluctantly agreed, given that he had a test due in one of his classes and he needed to study anyway. He followed them, completely oblivious to what the padawan meant by ‘studying.’
Afterwards, Obi-Wan had banished the memory to the back of his mind, and swore never to tell anyone what happened to him on that day, and no one found out.
Except Anakin.
For as long as he could remember, Anakin has always had a crush on Obi-Wan.
It started when they first met on Tatooine, and from that point forward, Anakin knew that Obi-Wan was meant to be his. Anakin would do anything in his power to make sure this happened, even if it meant forcing Obi-Wan to love him the way Anakin did.
To him, his Master was perfect, beautiful. And Anakin always wanted to protect what was special to him. So when he found out about what happened between Obi-Wan and the other padawan, it was safe to say that he was absolutely livid.
How dare someone touch Obi-Wan like that, Obi-Wan was his and his alone, no one else could have him.
Anakin just needed to claim him like they did, he needed to do it better, so that Obi-Wan would never forget that he was Anakin’s.
And today seemed like a good day to do that.
Obi-Wan would be out all day, signing reports and making sure the younger Padawan’s are doing well in their classes, so that gave Anakin enough time to set everything up, so when Obi-Wan returned, Anakin could give him the time he deserved.
He started by cleaning their rooms, (he knew Obi-Wan would be ecstatic once he saw it, and that’s all Anakin wanted) he fluffed out Obi-Wan’s pillows so he would be comfortable and then stashed lube and a cloth away, so that Obi-Wan wouldn’t see it when he arrived.
Everything would be perfect. This would surely make Obi-Wan fall in love with him, and if not...Anakin had other methods.
He didn’t want it to come to that, he wanted Obi-Wan to return his feelings naturally, but Anakin would do whatever was necessary to make sure Obi-Wan falls in love with him by the end of the day.
And if anyone tries to stop him, they would certainly regret it.
Obi-Wan yawned, rubbing at his temple to soothe the upcoming headache he could already feel under his skin, he opened the door to his and Anakin’s quarters, closing it behind himself.
He smiled when he saw the state of the common room, it was tidy. No loose droid parts Obi-Wan would stub his toe on, and no mud caked along the floor from Anakin’s boots.
He hung his robe up on the coat rack and went into the kitchen to brew himself and Anakin a pot of caf, the man would be returning from his spar with Ahsoka any time now—
"Hey Master."
--maybe sooner than Obi-Wan thought, he turned around, facing his former padawan. Anakin wasn’t dressed in his tabards and robe today, instead, he was dressed in a light tunic and black pants.
"Hello Anakin, did your sparring with Ahsoka go well?" Obi-Wan turned back around to finish making the caf, he felt Anakin walk closer, a little too close. He decided to brush it off, he knew Anakin could be very clingy sometimes, he was like that when he first arrived at the Temple.
"I cancelled, Ahsoka wanted to see Rex and Fives anyway. They got some new equipment in that she wanted to see."
"I see..." Obi-Wan handed Anakin his caf, which he gratefully accepted with a small thank you. "That was fine anyway. I was thinking we could spend sometime together." Anakin said, sipping at his caf.
"Why is that?"
"I was just thinking. We haven’t really talked since the War began, I just thought it would be nice to catch up. Maybe we can go out to Dex’s next week or something?"
Obi-Wan nodded. "I suppose we could," Anakin’s eyes light up, and a huge beaming smile appeared on his face. "Ahsoka has been wanting to go back, we could take her out for the day as well, get our minds off of the War." The smile on Anakin’s face dropped instantly.
"I was thinking just me and you, we can take Ahsoka out another day, I just want to spend some time with you. The Duchess has been taking up all of your time recently."
Obi-Wan eyes widened at the mention of Satine, and his face became red. "Oh, yes well...me and Satine have known each other forever, and we are very good friends-"
"That’s bantha fodder and you know it, Obi-Wan."
"Anakin—"
Obi-Wan put his caf onto the counter. "I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean, we are friends, good friends."
"That’s bantha fodder Obi-Wan! You love her don't you?"
Obi-Wan looked taken aback by Anakin’s question, his eyebrows pinching together. "My love life is none of your concern—"
"So you’re admitting it? You are in love with her?" Anakin advanced on him, crowding him against the counter, invading his space, Obi-Wan raised a hand to push him back, but it was quickly caught with the force.
"Anakin this isn’t funny, release me."
"No! Just answer the question, honestly. Do you love her?" His voice grew louder every time he asked, and his anger soared every time his Master refused to answer. "Just answer the question, Obi-Wan then I can release you."
"I...I won’t lie to you, I once harboured feelings for her, but we mutually agreed that it wouldn’t be wise for us to continue the relationship."
Anakin stayed true to his word, and released Obi-Wan from his hold. The man rubbed his wrist softly, looking at the ground, and not at Anakin. "Master I...I didn’t mean to scare you but I..." He sighed. "I have feelings for you, Obi-Wan. I won’t deny it, and I hate seeing you be in love with someone else."
Anakin could feel Obi-Wan shock in the force, it spread like a disease, infecting everything. "You...Anakin you can’t possibly—"
"Well I do! I do, Obi-Wan. I love—"
"Please, don’t say it. I...I’m sorry Anakin, but I do not return these feelings."
Anakin composed himself, Obi-Wan didn’t return his feelings, not now anyway, but he will, in time Obi-Wan would grow to love Anakin and their life together, he was sure of it.
Obi-Wan began to walk away, but he was immediately stopped by Anakin pushing him into the wall.
He couldn’t even let out a noise of protest as Anakin connected their lips, one hand cupping Obi-Wan’s cheek while one held Obi-Wan’s hip. Obi-Wan turned his head away, not wanting to look his padawan in the eyes, fearing for what he would see reflected in them.
This angered Anakin.
He grabbed Obi-Wan’s wrist in a death grip, pulling him towards his room. "Anakin! What are you doing?" He asked, shoving at his chest and trying to pry Anakin’s hand off of him.
So he pulled him close, cupping his ass ass as he did so, squeezing hard. "You need to be punished Obi-Wan. You need to understand that you are mine, not the Duchess’s, not the Order’s, mine."