Title: Designs
Fandom: Star Wars - Prequel Trilogy
Pairing: Anakin/Obi-wan
Rating: PG-ish
Length: 487
Content notes: Possessive behavior, non-con hinted at, unhealthy behavior
Summary: Anakin kept having the same dream. His greatest wish, his greatest nightmare.



Anakin woke to kisses being brushed against his chest, the coarseness of a beard juxtaposed against the softness of lips. Tilting his head back, Anakin smiled as the kisses trailed up his neck, over the arch of his adam’s apple, ghosting over his chin, before finally reaching his mouth. Anakin’s smile melted as he kissed back, sucking on the plush lips that teased against his.

Pulling back, Anakin met Obi-Wan’s gaze. “You’re in a good mood this morning,” he said, carding his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair, pushing it out of his face.

“Of course I am,” Obi-Wan said, his smile small but sincere. “Today you’re finally taking a break from being the emperor and getting to just be you.”

“‘Just’ be me? Is there really anything ‘just’ about being me?”

Obi-Wan chuckled, pulling away. “Your modesty is overwhelming, Anakin,” he said, voice as dry as desert sand as he got up wrapping a robe around his shoulders. “Come. Soon our guides will be here and you'll not want to keep them waiting. ”

Anakin sighed and rolled out of bed, forgoing a robe as he walked over the the balcony. There was a force field over it, allowing him to look out over Coruscant while not allowing anyone to look in and he watched the bustle of the city. Thousands of beings hurrying to and fro, their lives meaningless individually but together creating an empire that Anakin was proud to rule.

Strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind, a warm body pressed against his back. “You know that’s not what I meant, Anakin?” Obi-Wan said, his breath warm against Anakin’s back. “You know I don’t think there’s anything trivial or mundane about you. You’ve done what I’d always thought was impossible. You’ve united the galaxy. You’ve created peace.” A pause, and Anakin’s heartbeat sped up. When Obi-Wan murmured, “I’m so proud of you,” Anakin sucked air in through his teeth, turning to pull Obi-Wan into his arms.

***

Anakin woke with a gasp, jerking up into a sitting position. Glancing at the other side of his bed, Anakin reached out and touched the cool sheets. Digging his fingers into the absurdly soft, absurdly expensive fabric, he wrenched it down, messing up the pristine folds. Leaning against the headboard, he rubbed his face with both hands roughly. That dream, his greatest wish and most bittersweet nightmare. Anakin shoved the sheets off his legs and got out of bed, moving to the balcony, eyes unseeing as he gazed out on Coruscant.

Obi-Wan was still hiding. Huddled somewhere in the galaxy outside of his reach. But not for long. Soon Anakin would find him. Soon Anakin would drag him back to Coruscant where he belonged; at Anakin’s side, at his heel, in his bed.

Soon Anakin’s greatest wish would be his reality and nothing and nobody would take it away from him. And soon, Obi-Wan would thank him for it.