Anakin had made it just in time to catch the end of Obi-Wan’s sermon. Smiling in the shadowed antichamber, he closed the Temple’s heavy door without a sound, careful not to disturb the peace. Voice ringing up into the high vaults, Obi-Wan was speaking of the importance of treasuring all life equally, a lecture Anakin had heard a million times before. Yet, the absolute relief and bliss of hearing it a million and one times almost brought him down to his knees.
Swaying into a column for support, Anakin drank him in. Obi-Wan was bathed in the bright light streaming through the Temple’s tall windows, fair hair into a shining crown. As was his habit, Obi-Wan didn’t stand behind the altar but down with his flock, smiling gently at each one in turn as he spoke, offering his last pearls of wisdom.
Anakin ducked further down in the shadows as Obi-Wan released them, bidding them a good week. Fidgeting with baseless nerves, he waited until the stragglers who wanted to speak to Obi-Wan finally condescended to leave.
At last, the door closed one last time, and Obi-Wan was alone. Anakin watched him with greedy eyes as he shrugged off the weight of his priesthood. Obi-Wan’s shoulders slumped down under his tabard, and he lifted his face to allow the sunlight to kiss his eyelids.
“Looks like you’re still a popular man, Father Kenobi.” Anakin spoke into the stillness of the Temple, taking a long step out of the darkness.
Obi-Wan startled, hand jumping to the lightsaber he definitely shouldn’t be hiding in the folds of his robe.
“Anakin!” He cried out, his face turning slack and wan. Words seemed to escape the ever eloquent priest, but his hands knew better, reaching out to Anakin.
Anakin flew to fill his embrace. His arms wrapped themselves around Obi-Wan’s waist with the ease of two decades of practice. His legs, already exhausted from weeks of travel, almost buckled under him when Obi-Wan’s fingers sank in his hair.
Obi-Wan dragged them a few steps back until he could lean on the altar to support their weight even as his free hand caressed up Anakin’s neck to hold him closer. Anakin ducked his head to bury a sob in the curve of Obi-Wan’s neck, tightening his hold on his best friend until even the air in their lungs couldn’t keep them apart.
“Anakin, oh Anakin. ” Obi-Wan whispered, pushing a kiss into Anakin’s hair.
“I’m back.” Anakin answered, brain turning to mush with Obi-Wan’s fingers massaging his scalp.
“So you are, dear one.” Obi-Wan tugged Anakin’s face away from his neck so he could look into his eyes. Both his hands came to frame his jaw, his thumbs brushing circles into his cheekbones. “When did you arrive? I hadn’t even heard you were on your way home at all.”
“About twenty minutes ago?” Anakin tried to lean into both palms, with limited success.
“Are you hurt?” Obi-Wan, who knew him too well, took an intolerable step backward, letting go of Anakin to look him over. “Have you seen the healers?”
“Ahsoka would have sat on me until Healer Che had had her way with me if I was.” Anakin joked, shuffling right back into Obi-Wan.
“Ahsoka barely weighs more than a chicken, Anakin.”
“A very stubborn chicken.” Anakin countered, leaning down to push his forehead against Obi-Wan’s.
“Anakin…” Obi-Wan sighed as he turned his head to brush his beard against Anakin’s cheek.
“You can inspect me fully later, Father Kenobi.” He whispered.
“I wasn’t aware that it was even in question, Ser Skywalker.” Obi-Wan answered in kind, holding Anakin’s waist.
“I missed you.” Anakin pushed a kiss to the edge of Obi-Wan’s mouth, torturing himself with anticipation.
“Missed me so much you couldn’t bathe and change out of your dirty gambeson before finding me?” Obi-Wan raked his hand up Anakin’s back to tug at the leather tie until the ponytail released.
“I thought you’d want me to hear your sermon.”
“Perhaps I’d have prefered to have you nice and clean.” Obi-Wan grinned up at him.
“Nice?” Anakin scoffed, grabbing Obi-Wan’s waist to spin him and push his front against the altar. “Are you sure nice is what you want, Obi-Wan?” He made a point of grinding his crotch into Obi-Wan’s ass, whispering in his ear. “Are you sure you want to be clean?”
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan moaned, arching back into the contact.
“No, I don’t think you do. You had to stand in your nice and clean temple while I was out, marching through swamps and fighting in mud pits. I think you could use a little bit of dirt on you, Father. ” Anakin trailed his hands up and down his flanks, mouthing and licking at the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, careful not to leave a mark his robes wouldn’t hide.
“Then perhaps I should ask to accompany you next time.” Obi-Wan answered, his voice too steady for Anakin’s liking.
“No.” Anakin growled.
“Keep your troops inspired and faithful during the day, keep your bed warm during the night.”
“No!” Anakin snarled, jerking Obi-Wan’s robe and tabards aside so he could bite into the meat of his shoulder. “You shouldn’t ever have to get near the war.”
“I can defend myself.” Obi-Wan reminded him, tilting his head to give better access. His ass grinded insistently against Anakin, coaxing his cock into hardness.
“You shouldn’t. You should be safe, always.” Anakin growled, sucking a dark bruise where no one else but him would ever lay eyes. “You could be hurt-”
“You could die!”
“Anakin.” The quiet thunder of emotion in Obi-Wan’s voice stopped Anakin in his tracks. The priest’s head fell forward, fingers clawing at the altar. “My darling, I missed you. ”
“I missed you too.” Anakin fell forward, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, covering his entire body with his own. “I’m sorry I was gone for so long.”
“Oh my dear, I will never resent you for doing your duty.” One of Obi-Wan’s hands came to cover Anakin’s, the other holding up both their weight.
“What of my duty to you, Obi-Wan?” Anakin’s voice filled back with embers as he licked up the shell of Obi-Wan’s ear. “What of our promises?” The promises they had made and remade in the dark of their rooms. The promises the rest of the Order didn’t acknowledge but couldn’t help knowing about. It hadn’t been a coincidence that Obi-Wan had been chosen for priesthood instead of following Anakin to the Knights. Not when he had been the best fencer in their creche, bar one.
“You are here, now.” Obi-Wan reminded him. “With me.”
“With you.” Anakin vowed, nipping at his earlobe before he let go. Leaning back, he pulled Obi-Wan’s robe up, excitement rising as more and more of his pale, strong thighs were revealed. Anakin pushed the fabric over his waist and slipped a hand between Obi-Wan’s legs.
“Oh yes.” Obi-Wan groaned when Anakin’s hand found his half-hard cock.
“Tell me, father, do you have any wisdom for me, as I worship at your altar?” Anakin grinned as Obi-Wan rocked into his fist, his cock swelling under his fingers.
“No need to be crass, Anakin.” Obi-Wan protested weakly, not stopping his motion.
“I wonder, will you spend more time preaching from behind your altar after you have memories of me bending you over it.”
“Anakin...” Obi-Wan squirmed, the back of his neck turning bright, delicious red.
“Or maybe if I do it just before? Fuck you right here and have you deliver your sermon with my come tripping down your thighs.”
“Anakin!” He yelped.
“Is that a no, Obi-Wan?” Anakin grinned, his second hand fumbling at his own belt.
“You know very well it’s not, you insatiable creature.” Obi-Wan hissed in protest when Anakin took his hand off his cock, turning his head to watch him unlace his trousers. His ravenous eyes struck Anakin into stone for a moment before he rushed to push his pants down and pull out his cock.
“Such wit from a man bare assed in a Temple.” Anakin snorted as he stroked his own cock, ballooning with pride when Obi-Wan’s gaze followed the motion.
“Just enough wit for a man about to be fucked by Ser Anakin Skywalker, I would think.”
Anakin jumped forward, pushing his cock between Obi-Wan thighs, moaning at the slide of soft skin.
“You say the sweetest things.” Anakin breathed. Obi-Wan rocked into his hips a few times before the dry friction became unpleasant.
“I say no more than I feel.” Obi-Wan toyed with the head of Anakin’s cock where it pressed up under his ballsack. Anakin sighed, kissing the back of his neck, one hand pushing into his pocket for the vial he had snatched from the kitchens the day before.
“Stars I’ve missed you Obi-Wan.”
“And I you, my heart.”
Anakin uncorked the vial, dropping a generous amount of oil on his fingers. Putting the least amount of distance he could between their bodies, he slid his hand between Obi-Wan’s cheek. His slicked thumb found the puckered hole, and started massaging it.
Obi-Wan shook with something between a sigh and a sob, and he shifted against Anakin, trying to get the finger inside him. Anakin hummed and teased, adding oil and fingers to make sure Obi-Wan was good and ready.
“Anakin, I swear, if you don’t fuck me soon-” Obi-Wan growled after a small eternity.
“What, you’ll leave? Find someone else who could fuck you as good as me?” Anakin growled right back, trying to smother the jealousy that shook his bones at the idea of anyone else touching Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan turned to stare at him in dismissive horror.
“Of course not! I would-”
Anakin cut him off by pushing the head of his cock into his ass. Obi-Wan’s voice melted into a long satisfied groan, his head falling forward.
“Everything you dreamed of?” Anakin asked with a cocky grin Obi-Wan would hear, sliding into the scalding velvety tightness slowly. His lover seemed to cling at his cock, and Anakin had spent months fantasizing about this very moment. It had been so long, he feared he would spend himself before he was fully seated in Obi-Wan.
“Not quite yet.” Obi-Wan rocked into him, trying to get more of Anakin inside him, trying to get more friction.
“Patience, Father. ”
“I thought you were a man of action, Ser. ”
Anakin snarled, and drove the couple of inches left into Obi-Wan at once. Obi-Wan’s arms collapsed under him, and he sprawled on the top of the altar.
“Better?” Anakin breathed through his nose to get himself back under control. He couldn’t come just yet. Not after months away from Obi-Wan. He had to be good. He could be good.
“ Perfect. ” Obi-Wan managed to push himself back onto one of his elbows, his other hand reaching back to grab at Anakin’s thigh.
“Ready for more?”
“Oh my darling, please. ”
Anakin inhaled, pulling out about halfway before slamming back in, rocking Obi-Wan into the altar. Their loud moans echoed in the empty church like a victory parade. Anakin did it again, and again. Obi-Wan moved with him, always asking for harder, faster, more, and Anakin gave it to him every time. His own ecstasy got lost in his desperation to draw the most beautiful sound out of his lover.
His lover who started to laugh breathlessly, slumped against the altar.
“I can’t believe you stuck your cock in me before you even kissed me properly, Anakin you savage.” Obi-Wan panted, pushing back into Anakin’s merciless thrusts.
“You were the impatient one.” Anakin protested, peppering Obi-Wan’s neck and shoulders with kisses in apology.
Anakin pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained in Obi-Wan’s ass. The priest whined in protest, trying to shove himself back, but Anakin held him firm.
“So I was. Anakin, my heart, dear one, please. ”
Anakin slipped back in one smooth motion, pulling Obi-Wan’s hips off the stone of the altar to wrap one hand around his cock.
“Are you close, Obi-Wan?”
“If you don’t stop again.” Obi-Wan groused, fucking himself back onto Anakin’s in a maddening display. Anakin paused, watching Obi-Wan thrust between the cock in his ass and the hand around his cock, chasing his release.
He didn’t think he had ever seen something quite as beautiful.
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan snapped, bringing him back to the present. Shaking himself, Anakin tightened his grip on Obi-Wan, twisting his fingers in the motion he had memorized years ago. Obi-Wan sobbed under him, and only needed a few more snaps of Anakin’s hips to come all over the stone of the altar.
The air disappeared from Anakin’s lungs as Obi-Wan’s ass tightened around his cock. All the muscles from his thighs seized up, and he could feel his orgasm cresting up. Before he even had the time to ask, Obi-Wan’s hand grabbed his ass.
“If you even think about pulling out, Anakin Skywalker, I-” Obi-Wan whispered harshly.
“Thank you.” Anakin moaned, pushing in once, twice. With a hiss that fizzled in the Temple air, Anakin came, his seed pulsing into Obi-Wan.
Slumping over Obi-Wan’s back, Anakin struggled to get his breathing under control. Obi-Wan was still panting under him, but arched into the close-mouthed kiss Anakin pressed into the back of his neck. Under the sweat and sex, Obi-Wan still smelled clean and fresh and Anakin wanted to crawl under his skin.
“You know,” Obi-Wan laughed without bite, “when we were warned we might be ravished by dashing invaders, they didn’t mention they would be our own knights.”
“Did they advise you to goad the dashing invaders into bending you over your own altar?” Anakin hummed in displeasure as his softening cock slipped out of Obi-Wan. He took a moment to admire the sight of his semen leaking down Obi-Wan’s thighs before he helped his lover straighten up, pushing his robes back down.
“Only the very pretty ones.” Obi-Wan leaned back into Anakin, so he could turn his head and finally catch his mouth. They shared soft kisses for a moment, enjoying the simple, familiar and long-missed contact.
Anakin took pity on both their shaking legs, wrapping one arm around Obi-Wan’s waist to guide him to the front of the altar. They sat down on the floor, leaning on the cold stone and each other. Obi-Wan threw a leg over Anakin’s and curled into his side so he only had to tilt his head to find his lips, whenever the fancy took him.
“Hey.” Anakin whispered, a giddy smile overtaking his face.
“Hello, dear heart.” Obi-Wan brushed a lock of hair away from his face, drinking him in.
“How’s Coruscant been?”
“A new law was passed to preserve the integrity of the river banks.” Obi-Wan called Anakin’s bluff with a cheeky grin.
“Fascinating.” Anakin drawled, finding Obi-Wan’s hand to weave their fingers together.
“Hm. It really was.”
“I’m glad the river banks will be integrited.”
Obi-Wan snorted, letting his head fall to Anakin’s shoulder, but he never took his eyes off of him.
“Do you want to talk about the war?”
“Stars no.” Anakin scoffed, pushing a kiss to Obi-Wan’s temple to show he didn’t mean any offense.
“I have a thousand soldiers to talk to if I need to. You don’t need to hear about it.”
“I’m hardly a wilting flower. I don’t want you to bottle up your pain because you’re afraid of upsetting me.”
“I’m fine, Obi-Wan. I’m back. I’m unharmed. Snips is good. Rex is good. It’s all good.”
He saw Obi-Wan struggle not to push the subject. The man had been trained to listen to his people and help ease their spirits. He had also been trained as a warrior, at Anakin’s side. If there were anyone outside of the army that could be trusted with a knight’s nightmares, it would have been Obi-Wan.
But Anakin wanted to keep this, here, now. The peace and comfort.
“I saw a farm about a week out.” He said instead, brushing a finger over Obi-Wan’s beard, savouring the soft prickle of it. “Looked abandoned. Like no one had bothered to clear the weeds for months.”
“Is that so?” Obi-Wan had known Anakin for too long to be unbalanced by the non-sequitur.
“Yeah. A cute house with glass windows, a decent barn for animals, a large field for crops.”
“What would we do with a farm, Anakin?” Obi-Wan asked, kissing the corner of his mouth. Anakin’s heart split with love that Obi-Wan would automatically include himself in Anakin’s daydream.
“We’d farm. Buy chicken, plant wheat, potatoes and beans.”
“You’ve never grown a single plant in your life.” Obi-Wan reminded him. The only plant Anakin had ever owned, a small fern he had inherited after Father Jinn’s death, had shrivelled up and died within a couple of weeks, much to his distress.
“You’ll take care of the plants, I’ll take care of the animals.” Anakin offered.
“Chickens hate you, and you’re scared of cows.”
“Fine, you’ll take care of the plants and animals, and I’ll do everything else. I’ll make sure all the buildings are in order, I’ll cook, I’ll clean.”
“Hm.” Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered closed, and Anakin hoped he was imagining it, picturing their small farm with the chickens that attacked Anakin whenever he got too close.
“What do you think?” He prodded, brushing his nose against Obi-Wan’s.
“It’s a nice dream.” Obi-Wan whispered, bittersweet.
“It doesn’t have to be a dream. ” Anakin protested, catching Obi-Wan’s mouth in a kiss when he tried to answer. “It could be a plan. ”
“Anakin, we can’t leave.” Obi-Wan’s eyes shone with sadness.
“Why not? We’re hardly prisoners.”
“We have taken vows. We have a duty.”
“You are my duty. My most important promise.” Anakin swore, twisting his fingers into the fabric of Obi-Wan’s robe.
“My heart,” Obi-Wan cradled Anakin’s jaw with impossibly gentle hands, “we’re at war. Would you abandon our friends, our family and neighbours to fight it without us? Without our strength and wisdom?”
It would kill Obi-Wan to leave. They both knew it would. They both knew he would blame himself for every death he might have been able to prevent. And Anakin couldn’t bear to hurt Obi-Wan anymore than he would ever be able to leave Obi-Wan behind. Going on campaigns was already torture enough.
“And after the war?” Anakin asked, eyes burning. “When it’s over?”
“It could be years.” Obi-Wan protested. “The Stars only know what could happen before then.”
“Stop evading the question!” Anakin demanded.
“I will not make you a promise I might not be able to uphold, my love.”
“That’s not- What if it’s all settled. What if the war is done, and we’re both still alive and they don’t need us anymore. Would you come away with me?”
Obi-Wan’s face twisted in sorrow and love.
Suddenly, hearing the rest of Obi-Wan’s answer became unbearable, and Anakin surged forward, licking into his mouth. Obi-Wan’s huffed but didn’t pull away. Instead he opened his lips to welcome Anakin’s assault.
Anakin nipped and licked and sucked. He claimed Obi-Wan’s mouth, chasing the taste he would forever be the only one to know. He felt fingers twist into his hair, tilting his head so he could push his tongue deeper, swallowing each of Obi-Wan’s moans.
Wrenching himself away when his lungs turned to fire, Anakin panted into Obi-Wan’s mouth.
“Anakin-” Obi-Wan tried again, when he had caught back a whisper of his breath, but Anakin didn’t let him. Biting at his lower lip, Anakin twisted them and pushed Obi-Wan down until he was laying down on the stone floor of the church. Propping himself over him, Anakin ground his groin down into Obi-Wan’s. He growled in pleasure as their cock started to harden again.
Obi-Wan didn’t protest his new position on the hard ground, dropping one of his hands from Anakin’s hair to claw at his shoulders. It was bliss, and Anakin could almost forget the ache of rejection when Obi-Wan’s nails dug into his scalp. Could almost ignore the anxiety thrumming under his skin when Obi-Wan tried to wrap his legs around Anakin’s hips, only to get tangled in his robes.
Never stopping his kisses long enough for Obi-Wan to speak, Anakin reached down to hike up the long robes over Obi-Wan’s groin again. Running a firm hand down his inner thighs, Anakin hummed in satisfaction when he found the wet tracks his come had left on the soft skin.
Obi-Wan’s hands disappeared from his skin, and Anakin almost drew back in concern until he felt dexterous fingers untying his pants’ laces. Without a pause, they pulled his cock out. Obi-Wan took his moment of hesitation to push his tongue into Anakin’s mouth, drinking in his keens as he jacked him off into full hardness.
Anakin batted Obi-Wan’s hand away, straightening up to sit back on his heels, nails digging into the meat of Obi-Wan’s legs. Obi-Wan propped himself on one elbow to look at him. He didn’t try to speak again, simply looked back at Anakin with burning eyes.
Taking the invitation, Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan’s hips and drew him towards him, until his ass was nestled in Anakin’s lap. Obi-Wan would still be wet and loose, and any fancy Anakin could have had to prepare him again flew out the window when Obi-Wan flattened his feet to the ground and tried to grind himself back on Anakin’s cock.
“Anakin. Dear heart.” He panted, not quite begging.
Anakin lifted Obi-Wan’s waist and pushed in. He basked in the easy, wet slide, bottoming out on the first thrust. Obi-Wan threw his head back in a silent scream, and Anakin didn’t give him the time to get used to the stretch, pulling out as far as he could manage and slamming back in. Kneeling on cold, hard stones, he couldn’t get as much leverage as he would have wished, but he made up for it with an unrelenting rhythm.
“Anakin!” Obi-Wan moaned, eyes trying to find him, but Anakin caught his jaw and forced him to look up. To look at the Temple he was ready to choose over Anakin.
Every stroke of Anakin’s hips pushed delicate ‘ah’s from Obi-Wan. His back strung in a perfect arch to take Anakin’s cock as deep as it could go. Despite the uncomfortable position, between the harsh stone floor and Anakin keeping his neck craned back, Obi-Wan still did his best to fuck himself back unto him.
His Obi-Wan. His best friend. His lover. The other half of his soul. Everything he had ever wanted.
Anakin swore as he felt his balls tighten up. He couldn’t come yet. It was too soon. Pushing deep into Obi-Wan’s ass, Anakin let go of his face and curled onto himself so he could drop his forehead into Obi-Wan’s sternum. He had to get himself under control. He had to be good. If he was just good enough, then maybe…
“Anakin.” Obi-Wan panted, rolling his hips to try and find some relief. “Anakin, my darling, please. It’s okay, please just move.”
“No, I can’t.” Anakin turned his head to lick and suck at Obi-Wan’s nipple.
“It’s okay, it’s okay. Anakin!” Obi-Wan tugged at his hair, forcing him away from his chest. “Please. I want to feel you.”
Helpless to refuse him, Anakin pulled back and pressed in, never breaking eye contact with Obi-Wan. His lovely grey-blue eyes were blown so wide they swallowed him whole. Anakin felt his climax creep up on him with every roll of his hips, and he reached between them to stroke Obi-Wan’s cock. If he was to come too soon, the very least he could do was to bring his lover over the cliff with him.
Obi-Wan’s eyelids fluttered as Anakin’s calloused fingers played his own cock like a fiddle, but he struggled not to look away, never to look away. Anakin would have felt less naked flayed alive as he did under Obi-Wan’s gaze. Thigh muscles burning, his knees lancing from the stone floor, Anakin swore and climaxed.
Obi-Wan wrapped his own hand around Anakin’s slackening grip, and jerked himself with single minded desperation before he painted both their chests with his own come.
Clarity slowly dripped back to Anakin’s mind as he chased his breath. Stars. He’d taken Obi-Wan on the floor like an animal. Aghast, he tried to scramble backwards, but Obi-Wan’s hand shot out, grabbing at his shirt.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” He grumbled, tugging until Anakin shuffled towards him.
“I shouldn’t have done that.” Anakin jerkily pulled Obi-Wan’s robe back down, the priest lifting his hips off the ground to let him smooth the fabric back over his thighs.
“What, desecrated a Temple?” Obi-Wan drawled, catching Anakin’s fluttery hands and dragging him down on the floor next to him. “It’s a bit late for that, my sweet.”
“No, I mean-”
“Do shut up for moment.” Obi-Wan turned on his side, pulling at Anakin’s arm to wrap it around his own waist. Taking the hint, Anakin shifted forward until he held Obi-Wan to his chest, their foreheads pressed together.
“You, Anakin Skywalker,” Obi-Wan whispered, “are the most important person in my life.”
“I know.” Anakin frowned.
“And the only path I can’t follow you on, is a path that would harm you.”
“I can’t promise you that I will leave the Order with you after the war, because I can’t know that doing so wouldn't hurt you.”
“Obi-Wan, I-” Anakin tried to ask, but Obi-Wan stole the words from his mouth with a brush of his lips.
“But know that I will stand by your side for as long as it is at all in my power to do so.” Obi-Wan’s words had the weight of promises, and Anakin’s heart unwound, if only a little.
“I love you too.” He whispered, closing his eyes to enjoy the fingers Obi-Wan was trailing down his cheek.
“Hmm. And because I have some consideration for your back, dear heart, I promise to fuck you in a bed. ”