Obi-Wan reflects on the sad fact that all the men in his life seem to think he needs to be taken care of.
Yoda did, Qui-Gon did, Mace does, and Anakin does too, even though it should technically work the other way around.
The sadness lies in the fact that he doesn't need it. Truly.
He is a Jedi Knight, a Master, a General in the Grand Army of the Republic, and he's perfectly capable of both protecting himself and maintaining himself in optimum condition.
Rex laughs in his face before Cody nudges him.
"He's not joking," Cody says, and slides the chipped mug across the table.
Rex stops laughing. "You're serious."
"Of course I'm serious," Obi-Wan protests, "Look, all my limbs attached, fully dressed, fed and watered and of sound mind."
"That's debatable," Rex interjects.
Cody snorts into his own mug.
Obi-Wan eyes them with disfavour. "Let it be noted that I take care of the two of you far more often than the other way around. I can recall many times when one or both of you have turned up here with wounds you haven't even had the courtesy to *clean* never mind dress."
"We heal fast," Cody shrugs, "A few scratches and a bit of blood never hurt anyone."
"I am a Jedi," Obi-Wan says, "Of the three of us, my dear, I heal far better, and the lectures I got over one fracture!"
"Four breaks," Rex protests, "Two in your fingers, two more in your arm. How you stayed upright I don't even know. You were carrying a pack on the same shoulder!"
"I have a high pain threshold," Obi-Wan admits, "It is... a honed skill."
He does not think of the various injuries he has sustained over the years. And he doesn't need to explain really. Cody and Rex have seen his scars, and have seen what he is capable of allowing his body to be put through in the name of saving others.
Rex grunts, "Prefer your pleasure threshold, myself," he says.
And Cody nods emphatic agreement.
Obi-Wan smiles ruefully. "I prefer it too, to tell you the truth," he says.
Which, after one thing leads to another, leads to them both stretching him out on the narrow bunk, arranging all three of their bodies with efficient military precision while he laughs at the two of them, mouth feeling bruised and tender with the way they take turns kissing him while the other manoeuvres him around to their satisfaction.
They don't usually get the chance to get some downtime together so this is delightful.
And then it stops being delightful and starts being seriously pleasurable.
He groans, loud and lurid, as Cody's two fingers begin to stretch him open. The act of penetration has always excited him but this particular part of it never fails to short circuit the last of his rational mind.
It's something about the act of feeling the tight muscle loosen, of feeling his body *open*. And of course they know this.
"Blow him," Rex says, which means something entirely different when they're like this.
In this case, it means that Cody forces him open on three fingers - as wide as he can manage it - before leaning down to blow *right into him*.
Obi-Wan shouts and jerks and Cody does it again, with much the same result, and then Cody looks up to say, "He's noisier than usual. Better find something to do with that mouth of his."
And so they end up lengthways on the bed, Obi-Wan's mouth stretched over Rex's dick while Cody makes sure he's properly wound up. Obi-Wan simply luxuriates in the sensations, and in pleasure.
And when Cody sinks in, all thick hot slick seven inches of him, Obi-Wan eyes go big and unfocused and he's mostly just keening and slurping around Rex's equally respectable length.
And they take such good care of him.
They fuck him from both ends, carefully but thoroughly, and at one point they synchronise each stroke with efficient military precision so that they thrust and withdraw at the same time, just so he can feel the double invasion up his ass and down his throat. Can feel stretched open on both ends before being teased with emptiness before his body swallows them back in like it was made just for their cocks.
He clenches throat and ass, and Cody is the one who breaks first. Who grunts and starts fucking him in earnest, inadvertently shoving him back and forth on Rex, who simply grins and leans back, watching Obi-Wan drool and try to brace himself.
Mostly Obi-Wan doesn't succeed.
Mostly Obi-Wan doesn't *want* to succeed.
And so when Cody is getting close, he knows the exact angle to get their Jedi lover keening like a banshee, knows how to grab his hips and jerk him up into each thrust.
And Rex says, "Come on, sweetheart, we want you to cum too."
Which is roughly the time that Obi-Wan - who doesn't really need the permission so much as the reminder - takes a hand away from supporting his own weight to pull frantically at his own erection.
And that's okay. Because Rex and Cody have him. One holds his hips up, the other keeps his head steady, and he's so full, opened so wide and feeling so much and the sounds the two clones make, he thinks, as they use him for their pleasure, is enough to be illegal.
But it isn't, thankfully, and he is allowed this, even if he cannot marry or raise a family. Even if he has to send both of these two men into five battles before first meal, knowing one or both might die on *his* orders...
He clenches down tight and sucks hard, pulling them in as close as he can manage and Rex *growls* like some kind of wild beast and Cody's sperm is already spurting hot into him as he feels Rex's grip tighten.
He squeezes down on his own erection and whimpers and Rex shoves once, twice, deep enough for him to feel it, and then he has to swallow.
He can't get it all in and they don't expect him to. Cody licks away what he can't swallow, and Rex suckles him gently through the aftershocks before he bats him away, over-sensitive and edging into overwhelmed.
"Enough," he pants, "enough."
"Never enough," Rex vows and kisses the taste of his own semen into his mouth, "Not with you. Fucking look at you."
Cody kisses up his right arm and Obi-Wan can't tell which way up he is anyway. He's lost all sense of direction in his own damn quarters; that's how thoroughly they've broken him down.
And together, they curl up around him and start the slow, sweet process of putting him back together.
FILL: Obi-Wan/Cody/Rex, spitroasting
Yoda did, Qui-Gon did, Mace does, and Anakin does too, even though it should technically work the other way around.
The sadness lies in the fact that he doesn't need it. Truly.
He is a Jedi Knight, a Master, a General in the Grand Army of the Republic, and he's perfectly capable of both protecting himself and maintaining himself in optimum condition.
Rex laughs in his face before Cody nudges him.
"He's not joking," Cody says, and slides the chipped mug across the table.
Rex stops laughing. "You're serious."
"Of course I'm serious," Obi-Wan protests, "Look, all my limbs attached, fully dressed, fed and watered and of sound mind."
"That's debatable," Rex interjects.
Cody snorts into his own mug.
Obi-Wan eyes them with disfavour. "Let it be noted that I take care of the two of you far more often than the other way around. I can recall many times when one or both of you have turned up here with wounds you haven't even had the courtesy to *clean* never mind dress."
"We heal fast," Cody shrugs, "A few scratches and a bit of blood never hurt anyone."
"I am a Jedi," Obi-Wan says, "Of the three of us, my dear, I heal far better, and the lectures I got over one fracture!"
"Four breaks," Rex protests, "Two in your fingers, two more in your arm. How you stayed upright I don't even know. You were carrying a pack on the same shoulder!"
"I have a high pain threshold," Obi-Wan admits, "It is... a honed skill."
He does not think of the various injuries he has sustained over the years. And he doesn't need to explain really. Cody and Rex have seen his scars, and have seen what he is capable of allowing his body to be put through in the name of saving others.
Rex grunts, "Prefer your pleasure threshold, myself," he says.
And Cody nods emphatic agreement.
Obi-Wan smiles ruefully. "I prefer it too, to tell you the truth," he says.
Which, after one thing leads to another, leads to them both stretching him out on the narrow bunk, arranging all three of their bodies with efficient military precision while he laughs at the two of them, mouth feeling bruised and tender with the way they take turns kissing him while the other manoeuvres him around to their satisfaction.
They don't usually get the chance to get some downtime together so this is delightful.
And then it stops being delightful and starts being seriously pleasurable.
He groans, loud and lurid, as Cody's two fingers begin to stretch him open. The act of penetration has always excited him but this particular part of it never fails to short circuit the last of his rational mind.
It's something about the act of feeling the tight muscle loosen, of feeling his body *open*. And of course they know this.
"Blow him," Rex says, which means something entirely different when they're like this.
In this case, it means that Cody forces him open on three fingers - as wide as he can manage it - before leaning down to blow *right into him*.
Obi-Wan shouts and jerks and Cody does it again, with much the same result, and then Cody looks up to say, "He's noisier than usual. Better find something to do with that mouth of his."
And so they end up lengthways on the bed, Obi-Wan's mouth stretched over Rex's dick while Cody makes sure he's properly wound up. Obi-Wan simply luxuriates in the sensations, and in pleasure.
And when Cody sinks in, all thick hot slick seven inches of him, Obi-Wan eyes go big and unfocused and he's mostly just keening and slurping around Rex's equally respectable length.
And they take such good care of him.
They fuck him from both ends, carefully but thoroughly, and at one point they synchronise each stroke with efficient military precision so that they thrust and withdraw at the same time, just so he can feel the double invasion up his ass and down his throat. Can feel stretched open on both ends before being teased with emptiness before his body swallows them back in like it was made just for their cocks.
He clenches throat and ass, and Cody is the one who breaks first. Who grunts and starts fucking him in earnest, inadvertently shoving him back and forth on Rex, who simply grins and leans back, watching Obi-Wan drool and try to brace himself.
Mostly Obi-Wan doesn't succeed.
Mostly Obi-Wan doesn't *want* to succeed.
And so when Cody is getting close, he knows the exact angle to get their Jedi lover keening like a banshee, knows how to grab his hips and jerk him up into each thrust.
And Rex says, "Come on, sweetheart, we want you to cum too."
Which is roughly the time that Obi-Wan - who doesn't really need the permission so much as the reminder - takes a hand away from supporting his own weight to pull frantically at his own erection.
And that's okay. Because Rex and Cody have him. One holds his hips up, the other keeps his head steady, and he's so full, opened so wide and feeling so much and the sounds the two clones make, he thinks, as they use him for their pleasure, is enough to be illegal.
But it isn't, thankfully, and he is allowed this, even if he cannot marry or raise a family. Even if he has to send both of these two men into five battles before first meal, knowing one or both might die on *his* orders...
He clenches down tight and sucks hard, pulling them in as close as he can manage and Rex *growls* like some kind of wild beast and Cody's sperm is already spurting hot into him as he feels Rex's grip tighten.
He squeezes down on his own erection and whimpers and Rex shoves once, twice, deep enough for him to feel it, and then he has to swallow.
He can't get it all in and they don't expect him to. Cody licks away what he can't swallow, and Rex suckles him gently through the aftershocks before he bats him away, over-sensitive and edging into overwhelmed.
"Enough," he pants, "enough."
"Never enough," Rex vows and kisses the taste of his own semen into his mouth, "Not with you. Fucking look at you."
Cody kisses up his right arm and Obi-Wan can't tell which way up he is anyway. He's lost all sense of direction in his own damn quarters; that's how thoroughly they've broken him down.
And together, they curl up around him and start the slow, sweet process of putting him back together.