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“Obi-Wan, your boyfriend is a vampire”
Obi-Wan sighed, taking off his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose. It was Thursday, which meant it was the day before Friday, which meant he was just two days away from his much-needed weekend of self-care away from Ahsoka Tano and her endless conspiracy theories.
“Really, Ahsoka?” he said, taking a deep breath and leaning back on his chair. “This again?”
The girl looked serious. Dead serious.
“I’m not joking,” she replied. Right at that moment, Obi-Wan’s alarm went off. It was his break. Ahsoka had planned an ambush, hadn’t she?
He sighed, picking up his things and taking his coat.
“You said that about the last one, too” he answered, motioning the girl to get out of his office. He turned off the artificial lights, skimming his hand across his desk once more in the darkness to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything, and then locked up.
“No, I said Cody was an energy vampire. The guy was so boring the only explanation was that he was dead inside” She huffed “Come on, Obi-Wan. We both knew that you could do better. You could literally have anyone at your feet, I’ve seen you do your flirty eyes and charm people with them”
“He was sweet… in his own way,” he grimaced a little, remembering him and his distasteful military cut. Obi-Wan didn’t like to be reminded of his shortcomings “I was having a tough time, okay? And as you said, I can do better– and I’m doing better”
“Dating a literal vampire isn’t doing better!” she exclaimed, gesticulating wildly. They walked down the hallway that led to the elevators. It was a beautiful sunny day, with no clouds and warm enough to shed their winter coats for a change. Ahsoka had taken advantage of the day to wear a sleeveless shirt, showing off her tanned shoulders and the recently acquired tattoos “I mean, I guess it’s better than dating Cody , but still Obi-Wan”
“Ahsoka, please,” he said, getting inside the elevator and holding the door for her. It had been three years since they became friends, and if there was something Obi-Wan knew , it was that when something got inside of her head, there was no way to get it out. “He isn’t a vampire. Don’t be ridiculous. You just don’t like him ever since he told you he was an Aquarius”
“He is, Obi-Wan! Come on, there’s no way that he isn’t! And it’s not that he is an Aquarius. It’s that he has a Scorpio rising and a Gemini moon. You are a Virgo- that’s just not gonna end well”
“What makes you say that?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. “And also, what makes you think he is a Vampire of all things?”
“How do you explain how he hates the sun then, huh? When we arrived at your house the other day the guy was chilling in complete darkness, at mid-afternoon . Who owns so many blackout curtains, anyway?”
“Really, Ahsoka? The room being dark is your irrefutable proof of Anakin being a vampire?” he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. “He’s just used to getting up late; he likes to stay up at night and play videogames. It’s one of his hobbies. Can’t he have hobbies?”
She made a face.
“He could have better hobbies” She muttered “Does his hobbies include going out at weird hours of the night and like, I don’t know, sucking blood?” Obi-Wan threw her a hard look, and she just raised her hands as if asking for peace “Okay, okay, I was just asking, alright? And that reminds me that you still haven’t visited me at my new apartment, Obi-Wan. You wound me, I even have chairs now! You won’t have to sit on a crate like last time. I promise”
“You haven’t invited me over at a set day and time, Ahsoka. I’m not just gonna turn up at your door at any hour unannounced. That’s terribly uncivilized” he sighed. He really hoped Ahsoka wasn’t lying about the having chairs bit. It was awfully difficult to sit properly on a rickety wood fruit crate.
“Okay, fair” she admitted, drawing a breath through her teeth.
Their elevator finally arrived, opening on the second floor where the cafeteria was. They walked towards one of the tables by the windows, Ahsoka taking out her salad. She opened it up and threw the dressing inside, putting the lid back up to shake it loudly.
“That doesn’t explain the way he dresses though,” she said, relentless as a dog with a bone.
“What’s wrong with his clothing?” he asked in disbelief, taking out his thermos and metal straw. “You didn’t like Cody’s clothing, you don’t like Anakin’s clothing…”
“Okay, first of all, we already established that Cody was on a whole other level. Who the fuck wears camo and camel in the same outfit regularly ?” She groaned, shuddering as she remembered. Obi-Wan grimaced. Cody hadn’t been his best catch, he had to admit. He hoped Ahsoka would let him live it down at some point. “No, Obi-Wan. I’m talking about Anakin wearing black tight leather pants, tight black shirts, and black everything . Suspicious, honestly. That’s vampire behavior”
Obi-Wan took a sip from his thermos, looking straight into Ahsoka’s eyes and lifting his eyebrow.
“We’re gay, Ahsoka” he deadpanned.
“Ugh, you’re not listening to me!” she groaned, leaning on her chair and throwing her head back, exasperated. Obi-Wan wondered if she was the one who should be exasperated.
Right at that moment Bant joined them at the table, with her ever-present smile.
“What are you terrorizing Obi-Wan with today, Ahsoka?” she asked gently, taking a seat at her side.
“She’s just talking nonsense–”
“Obi-Wan’s boyfriend is a vampire”
Bant's smile faltered a little as she looked between them. Obi-Wan wondered if she was regretting sitting down with them that day. She probably was, although she would never say it out loud. She was just too nice.
“You mean Anakin?” she asked, taking out her lunch bag. She always had the best homemade foods, all with an entree, main course, and even dessert that she rarely ate, claiming that she was too full. That day it was Quinlan’s turn to get it, but Ahsoka still reached and took the small pot of Tiramisú out of the bag. “A Vampire?”
“Yes!” Ahsoka opened up her salad, taking the plastic fork to stab a few pieces of lettuce before munching. Obi-Wan just sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in just a few minutes. “Think about it, Bant! Really think about it. He’s a vampire!”
“I mean… now that you mention it… he is quite eccentric” she started. Obi-Wan stared at her in disbelief. She took one of her stuffed champignones. Who the hell brought stuffed champignons to lunch in an office ? In all his life, Obi-Wan had never seen someone like Bant. “And he does look awfully young… How old did you say he is? Twenty-four? He looks eighteen!”
“That’s because he’s dead and he doesn’t age!” Ahsoka explained, swinging her tomato-laden fork through the air.
“First of all: Bant, really? You are siding with this nonsense?” he said, mocking a wounded tone “And second of all, he just has really good genetics. I couldn’t believe it either at first, really, I mean– he doesn’t own any moisturizer, and when I asked him what he washed his face with he just said handsoap as if it was the most obvious question in the world”
“See? Vampire” Ahsoka deadpanned.
“Oh gosh, please tell me you taught him to clean his face with something else than handsoap,” Bant said, putting away the now empty tupperware and taking out her main dish. Fucking filet mignon .
“What’s wrong with handsoap?” Quinlan asked, just arriving at the table. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, just out of habit “It’s soap. It doesn’t matter if you use it for your hands or your face”
“Oh my god” Obi-Wan sighed, resting his elbow on the table and grabbing his head in disbelief.
“Do you wash your ass with the same soap, too?” Ahsoka asked, mockingly.
“No, I wash my ass with my ass soap and– hey, that tiramisú is mine ”
“No, it isn’t!”
Obi-Wan sipped from his thermos, watching them argue. In the end, Ahsoka opened up the container and licked the dessert in hopes of deterring Quinlan from taking it away from her. He remained adamant that he wanted at least half of it. But what did she expect from a man that had just said he had an ass soap?
"Did you guys hear that another sheep disappeared from old Yoda's farm? They say it was a wolf, but I don’t buy it. There aren’t many wolves here" Quinlan mentioned, taking out a white plastic bag. He took its contents out– a half-eaten burger, two loose chicken nuggets, a whole carrot, uncooked pasta, and a packet of white vinegar. Obi-Wan didn’t question it anymore, he was just hoping that they would change the subject. But of course, wishing Ahsoka to leave an argument was as fruitful as asking the world to stop spinning.
"Oh my god” she gasped, as if she was having a realization. “He’s killing the sheep. He’s drinking their blood !”
“Wait, what? Who is drinking the sheep's blood? What did I miss?” Quinlan said, taking his carrot and taking an obnoxiously loud and large bite. He didn’t even peel it for God’s sake.
“The Vampire . Obi-Wan’s boyfriend!” She said as if it was obvious and not the most insane sentence that anyone could say on a Thursday afternoon in an office cafeteria.
“Anakin, a Vampire?” Quinlan asked with a mocking tone, laughing. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“Thanks, Quin. I was starting to feel insane” Obi-Wan said. Of all the people he thought he would agree with on that day, Quinlan Vos surely wasn’t at the top of the list.
“Vampires don’t exist,” he said, between laughs. But then he added “Although I have to admit– it always struck me as weird that he never eats garlic bread whenever we go out to eat together. I mean, who doesn’t like garlic? If he isn’t a vampire, then he’s just a plain psychopath”
“I don’t like garlic either,” Obi-Wan said in disbelief, opening his eyes and looking between his coworkers. He felt like he was in a fever dream. They couldn’t think that Anakin was a Vampire, could they?
“Yeah man, but you are… you know” Quinlan made a vague gesture towards him with his chicken nugget in hand “You”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Obi-Wan asked, offended.
“I don’t find disliking garlic that odd” Bant added “I mean, Cody used to think mayo was spicy . Now that’s concerning”
“Yeah but that’s not because he was a psycho, that was because that man was the feeling of when you swallow a pill and it doesn’t go down on the first try so it dissolves on your tongue and leaves an awful flavor behind, personified” Quinlan added. “I don’t even know why you were dating him, Obi-Wan. It was painful to watch. Physically painful”
“Oh, come on” he groaned. “He wasn’t that bad”
“What happened to him? You never told us” Quinlan asked.
“We just had different needs and, well, they weren’t exactly compatible” he answered, taking another drink from his thermos. They weren’t gonna let him live down his period of dating Cody, weren’t they?
At that precise moment, Siri Tachi sauntered up to the table with a broad smile. Bant scooted to the side to let her sit.
“What are you guys talking about?” she asked, taking out a microwaved lunch from the supermarket, the ones that usually got a plastic flavor permanently stuck to them.
“About how Obi-Wan’s boyfriend is a vampire” Ahsoka answered, wolfing down her half of the tiramisú. Her salad was long gone.
“You know, now that you mention it?” Siri said casually as if they weren’t talking about the most insane topic in Obi-Wan’s life “He is quite pale. And his canines are a little bit long”
“Oh come on, now you are exaggerating!” Obi-Wan complained “His canines are normal, and he isn’t pale. His skin is tanner than mine!”
“Compared toyou even a corpse would look tan, Obi-Wan. You aren’t a good comparison” Quinlan said, snorting.
“Have you ever seen him in front of a mirror?” Siri continued, taking a bite from her lunch. It was an attempt at meatloaf, but it just managed to look like an abomination of cuisine. She ate it with gusto though- Obi-Wan couldn’t understand it.
“Not really… We never use the bathroom at the same time, and he doesn’t like mirrors anywhere else in the house” He mused, scratching his beard as he thought about it.
“Look, I have his Instagram here” Ahsoka typed something into her phone, with the velocity and dexterity that only a twenty-year-old could have. And okay, Obi-Wan had been born in another generation and had never been a friend of technology and yes , he had to type letter-by-letter every message, which would cause Ahsoka to call him a boomer. But the velocity with which she found Anakin’s profile was something else. “Look, Obi-Wan! Look!”
She turned around her phone, showing him his boyfriend’s social media. He had a slew of photos on his feed, she held one open for him to see. Anakin was smirking at the camera and lifting his shirt, showing off his perfectly flexed muscles and pierced nipples. His eyes were off the picture. Ahsoka moved to the next one, where he was also posing while flexing his bicep. Then to the next one, where he was smoking a cigarette and smiling, his hair slicked back and his eyes covered by sunglasses.
“There’s no way a guy so full of himself doesn’t have one single mirror selfie” she said, skimming through Anakin’s feed. It was all him, smiling, posing, showing off his muscles. “I’ve seen twenty-one pictures of his abs but not one mirror selfie”
“Mirrors can be quite unflattering” he answered, looking around his friends to see anyone if agreed. No one did.
“Do you have a picture of him where we can see his eyes? Why is he wearing sunglasses even when it’s nighttime? ”
“They look cool?” Obi-Wan answered, hesitating a little bit. He wasn’t too aware of the latest fashions- he didn’t question Anakin when he dressed in such ways. Obi-Wan was very used to and far too comfortable in his wool cardigans and corduroy pants to be worried about changing them for something else. Everyone knew corduroy was timeless.
“And you know what? It always struck me as odd how he is always staring at your neck” Siri added, taking a sip from her iced tea to help the ‘meatloaf’ go down.
“That’s true! Oh my god, that’s so true! He’s always staring at his neck!” Ahsoka yelled, banging her fist on the table. “And didn’t you mention that he likes to bite your neck the other day!?”
“He’s just quite passionate, '' Obi-Wan answered, defensively. His boyfriend liked to stare at his neck and make bedroom eyes at him from across the table, so what ? That was normal boyfriend behavior. Now they were just jealous .
“Didn’t you also mention you were feeling weak lately? It all began when you met him, if my memory doesn’t fail me” Bant chimed in, tapping her lips lightly with her napkin.
“Oh my god, he’s sucking your blood while you sleep,” Ahsoka said, her face paling.
“I did my bloodwork and I have anemia, yes. But I've always been prone to having it” he answered, defensively. “That doesn’t mean Anakin is sucking my blood ”
“But like, now that we are on topic, I remembered now that I thought I saw Anakin the other night. I thought about saying hi but he was quite far away, and his shirt was drenched in something red that I couldn’t recognize- I didn’t give it much thought, but now that you mention the vampire thing... ” Quinlan stopped eating, suddenly serious. Ahsoka gestured with her hands as if saying I told you so !
“Wait, what? Blood?” Siri asked, horrified.
“His favorite food is spaghetti with meatballs, he usually has a spot or two on his clothing. It’s a pain in the ass to clean” Obi-Wan added, rolling his eyes.
“But he was drenched on it”
“Maybe he had a big plate?Or maybe it was a red shirt? ” Obi-Wan asked, looking around his friends with disbelief. Why was everyone looking at him like he was crazy? At what point had the mood shifted from everyone making fun of Ahsoka and her conspiracies, to actually believing Obi-Wan’s boyfriend was a vampire? “He comes home regularly with his clothes stained in red, it’s not uncommon. He gets covered in grease stains all the time too- are you going to start accusing him of being an android?”
“He does what? ” Ahsoka asked. “He comes to your house drenched in something red , regularly , and you didn’t question it!?”
“He washes them himself, it’s the only time when he doesn’t want me to do his laundry. He closes the door and sends me to the living room while he scrubs. It’s quite refreshing, "he explained.
“Okay, at this point I don’t know what’s more concerning: That you do his laundry, or that he comes back drenched in blood, ” Ahsoka said, sighing as she leaned back on her chair.
“What does Anakin usually do at night, Obi-Wan?” Bant asked softly, but her tone was all business. She carefully put away the Tupperware before fixing him with a piercing stare..
Obi-Wan took another sip from his thermos, thinking about it for a second. Anakin didn’t have a very strict routine aside from certain specific days, and Obi-Wan often found it hard to keep track of his eccentric schedule.
“He likes to go out for a few hours. Sometimes he comes back in the middle of the night when I’m already asleep” he said.
“Do you know what he does?” Siri asked, weary.
“My therapist told me I had to work on my tendency to supervise my partners and let him be, so no, I didn’t ask. I don’t have to know everything about him” Obi-Wan said, trying to keep a little bit of his dignity - in actuality, his therapist's words had been… quite different. You need to stop acting like his mother, for fucks sake. Satine had said, while inspecting her perfectly manicured nails. She could give herself the luxury of insulting him, years of being friends did that.
“But does he ever go out when the sun is up?” Quinlan asked, munching loudly on a fistful of uncooked spaghetti. “Does he like, sparkle in the sun too?”
“No- as I already said, he likes to play video games and stay inside when it’s sunny,” he said, looking between his friends flabbergasted. “And of course, he doesn’t sparkle in the sun! He just likes to wear sunglasses, the sun often hurts his eyes- that’s all”
“And what does he eat?” Bant asked. Of course she would ask that.
“He likes to eat meat, mostly. Only god knows how much he consumes, he doesn’t like vegetables– and he eats it very rare” he counted with his fingers, listing off his boyfriend's preferences when it came to meat.
“Very rare? Like, bloody rare?” Ahsoka asked, squinting her eyes.
“He has strong preferences on his meat, is that a crime now?” Obi-Wan leaned back in his chair, not believing what he was hearing.
“It’s a crime to like it well done” Siri mumbled.
“Like a certain military guy we used to know…”Quinlan added, snickering as he ate the other half of his burger.
“Did he go out last night? When the sheep disappeared?” Ahsoka asked then, leaning forward on the table to look into his eyes. “And on any other night where animals were snatched?”
“Well, yes. But what does it have to do with anything? A lot of people go out at night, not just him.” He shook his thermos, trying to get the last contents out of it.
“And did he go outside last week, when the moon was full?” Ahsoka continued, leaning over the table to look into his eyes.
“Wasn’t the full moon a werewolf thing?” he asked, confused.
“It’s a vampire thing, too! Don’t you find it suspicious, Obi-Wan?” She asked, grabbing her hair in frustration. “He goes out in the middle of the night, doesn’t want to tell you what he’s doing, comes back drenched in blood and you don’t even ask about it!”
“Why would I ask about it? He’s younger than me, I probably wouldn’t understand his hobbies even if I wanted to” He defended himself. One time Anakin had begun to talk about the release dates and advancements in technology of cars and engines and Obi-Wan had lost the thread of the conversation just one minute in. Anakin just knew so much– it was as if he had been there himself. It was impossible, of course, he was just twenty-four. He must have googled it or something.
“How did you meet him again? I don’t think you ever mentioned…” Siri said, grabbing her plastic containers and squishing them to throw them into the thrash.
“Oh, It was so romantic” Obi-Wan smiled, looking down and playing with his hands. He suddenly felt almost giddy “I met him at night, I was walking back home after getting my groceries from the supermarket and he was on a corner. He stopped me, and at first, I thought he was going to rob me because he looked so intimidating, but then he looked into my eyes and asked if I wore cologne because I smelled so good. There was something about the whole encounter that was… special, you know? And then I began to run into him almost every night. It was as if destiny was putting us in each other’s way. Until one night when I was distracted and crossed the street without looking twice. He got in the way of a car that was about to run over me and stopped it with one hand. Isn’t that amazing?”
Obi-Wan smiled as he finished the story, but his smile faltered as he took in everyone’s concerned looks.
“He stopped a running car with one hand” Bant repeated, as if trying to let the words sink in.
“And made you fall in love with one look” Siri added, lifting her eyebrows.
“And he somehow ran into you every night after you met him?” Ahsoka asked with disbelief.
Obi-Wan looked between them, lifting his eyebrows and straightening in his chair. He suddenly felt a little bit uncomfortable and decided to look down, embarrassed: “Yes?”
A beat of silence.
“You can’t be serious,” Quinlan said after a second, leaning back on his chair in defeat “Or you know what? You can. I’ve seen you do this– play the devil’s advocate. Hell, I saw you try to defend Cody, and the guy said that he fell asleep at the dentist because he didn’t feel threatened by it, for fuck’s sake. Of course, you would be blind enough to ignore that your boyfriend is a vampire .”
Obi-Wan winced. He remembered Cody and his straight face as he sat down on the orthodontist, utterly stone faced as the doctor drilled his teeth. Obi-Wan wasn’t very fond of dentists and he avoided them at all costs, but to see someone just lay there motionless was off putting.
“I know Anakin can be quite…eccentric,” he said then, squeezing his own hands. He lifted his gaze, looking into each one of his friend's eyes “But he makes me happy. He does”
That seemed to make them deflate. Ahsoka sighed, looking up at the ceiling as if she didn’t believe it. But if there was one resolute, hard truth in the world, it was that there was no one as stubborn as Obi-Wan Kenobi. Or well, the only one that could give him a run for his money was his own boyfriend when he scented his neck and asked insistently where he had been and with whom.
“I just worry about you, Obi-Wan” Ahsoka ended up admitting. “I don’t want you to get hurt”
“Yes, we worry about you,” Bant added, reaching to touch his hand. He smiled at her.
“He would never hurt me, I promise. And if I wake up with two bite marks on my neck, I will break up with him” he joked, making them laugh.
Then, after a second of silence, Quinlan added:
“I mean, he can’t be worse than Cody ”
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Obi-Wan sighed as he entered his apartment, dropping his work bag and stretching his back. There was a loud pop accompanied by the amazing feeling of released tension, and he groaned in pleasure. The apartment was pitch dark. It wasn’t surprising– Anakin always had perfect vision.
“Anakin?” he called, leaning to take off his shoes.
There was no answer. Maybe he was sleeping or maybe he was out.
Obi-Wan turned on the lights and walked towards the kitchen to leave his thermos rinsing in the sink. He looked at the hideous, lilac-plastic spoons that Anakin had bought. He was having a hard time letting go of his grudge over needing to dispose of his antique silverware, but he guessed there were some sacrifices to be made in every relationship. Like putting away your nice cutlery that had always been the envy of your guests to replace them with plastic monstrosities.
He walked towards the bathroom, opening up the drawers where he kept his skincare to put away the new moisturizer he had bought at the pharmacy. He was excited to try it and would make sure to make Anakin wear some too this time.
“Anakin? Are you home?” he called again, closing the drawer and going back to the hallway.
“I’m here” his boyfriend answered, showing up at his side in an instant. Obi-Wan grabbed his heart from the scare. How could he be so stealthy?
“Jesus– don’t do that” he asked, catching his breath “I’m too old for this”
Anakin snickered, stepping closer and snaking his arms around his waist from behind. Obi-Wan hummed, enjoying the warmth of his boyfriend. Anakin kissed his cheek, and then his jaw, until he reached his neck. He smelled his skin and gave it a lick, making Obi-wan giggle. He was ticklish there.
“You talk as if you were ancient” Anakin whispered, mirth in his tone.
“Easy to say when you are just twenty-four” Obi-Wan sighed, remembering the times when he was that young and wasn’t plagued by the eternal pain on his neck. Anakin began to kiss his neck, carefully nicking some parts, teasing him. His hands snuck down from his waist towards his hips, searching for the waistband to touch his skin. “Don’t start now– Let me eat first, at least”
Anakin growled in his ear, squeezing his hips with bruising force and pulling him back to grind them together. He was hard, unsurprisingly . His boyfriend’s libido was the truly supernatural thing. That was on Obi-Wan, though. In Satine’s words– Only you would give a juvenile mutt like that a chance.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day ” Anakin whispered, kissing his neck fervently and taking deep breaths. Obi-Wan shivered, feeling heat pool on his belly at the attention. Anakin sniffed his hair and bucked his hips “I’m hungry too…”
“Your bedroom hunger can wait a little bit,” Obi-Wan finally said, breaking from his boyfriend's embrace. Anakin growled, scowling as he watched him walk away, but still followed him with heavy footsteps. He always did. Obi-Wan then remembered the conversation he had with his coworkers that day, and added with mirth: “Also darling, can you believe that my friends think you are a vampire ?”
Anakin stopped walking, and then a heavy silence fell over them like a blanket. Obi-Wan was halfway into the kitchen when Anakin spoke again.
“A vampire?” he asked, in disbelief. And then, it morphed into offense. “A Vampire!? They think I’m a fucking Vampire !?” Anakin raged, stalking to his side and glaring at him with big, blue eyes filled with golden flickers. The full moon was near. “They might as well insult my mother and say that I’m a beta cuck! Anything but a vampire!” he raged. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes.
“Gee, Thanks” he deadpanned.
“Why a Vampire? What made them think that!?” Anakin asked, ignoring him. And Anakinaccused him of being dramatic for still wanting to wear capes.
“I don’t know. Apparently you follow the archetype” he added, smirking as he watched Anakin pace with frustration and grab fistfuls of his own hair. He opened up the fridge, ignoring Cody’s white milky eyes staring at him from the freezer. God, he had to take care of that but there was no space left on the back fridge, it was stuffed with deer meat Anakin had hunted. He took a sachet from the lower drawers, massaging it softly to make the clots go away.
Anakin, hearing the humor in his voice, crossed the distance between them and grabbed his face to make him meet his eyes. Obi-Wan lifted his brows, trying to keep down a giggle as he watched Anakin’s agitated state.
“You won’t be smiling that much when I knot you tonight. I’m gonna bend you over and stuff you up with my pups. I’ll fuck you until you forget each and every one of the five hundred years you lived” he growled in a threatening tone that was fitting for a potential victim than a lover. Obi-Wan smirked, licking his fangs and shivering in anticipation.
“Let’s see if you can keep your promise, then” he said. Anakin frowned, scrunching up his nose and kissing him hard on the mouth before letting go and sulking towards the bedroom. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, opening up the sachet and pouring it into a glass. Nothing as temperamental as a peri-lunar Werewolf.
He took a sip of the sheep’s blood, the one Anakin had hunted for him last night. He was trying to go no-human (Cody didn’t count. It had been his cheat day) and his boyfriend was anything but supportive. But as he tasted the first gulp, he made a grimace.
“Anakin!” he called, spitting out the blood into the sink, spraying red all over his work thermos. It was sour, and he could taste the gluten, even if everyone else said it was impossible “I told you the organic fed ones!”