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The colorful lights illuminated the entire room. Anakin was laughing at the bar with some new friends, who, for the first time, were neither from the Jedi Order nor the Senate. He had been under Obi-Wan's supervision for most of the party, and when he stepped away for a moment, Anakin took the opportunity to buy himself some alcohol. Kenobi knew Anakin wouldn't do anything crazy, because he's a serious married man and wouldn't want to harm Padmé in any way. However, since Anakin is already impulsive, Kenobi preferred not to compound it with alcohol.

"Master!" called Anakin, laughing. "Master Kenobi!"

Obi-Wan, a few meters away, heard his padawan calling him amidst all the noise. He frowned and approached him, maneuvering through the crowd blocking his path. When he spotted him, he grabbed him firmly by the arm and leaned in to whisper.

"Anakin, I told you not to call me that in public. It's against the rules."

"Master, you need to stop worrying about the Jedi rules. The council is too strict!" Obi-Wan glanced down at the bar and saw several empty glasses next to Anakin. His friends, who were watching them attentively, also had several empty glasses. Obi-Wan sighed and ran a hand through his hair, thinking about what his master Qui-Gon would do at this moment. First of all, he would never have brought him to a party, especially not one with alcohol, so he were already off to a bad start. Secondly, he realized he should never have left him unsupervised. He had even told Anakin not to drink alcohol, but Anakin is the type of person who, when told not to do something, does it with even more enthusiasm.

"Let's go, it's past your bedtime."

Anakin's new friends burst into laughter upon hearing the Jedi master's words, quickly silenced by a glare from Anakin. He knew he shouldn't continue rebelling against his master's orders because he had promised, so he had no choice. He carefully climbed down from the high chair, nearly stumbling in the process, but Obi-Wan's grip on his arm prevented it.

Obi-Wan dragged Anakin through the crowd, exiting through the back door where there were fewer people. He let go of his padawan once they were finally breathing fresh air. Kenobi gestured for him to follow, indicating that he would be the designated speeder driver.

"Master, wait." Kenobi, concerned, stopped and turned to look at the blond, thinking he might need help walking. Anakin stopped, holding onto a couple of boxes lying nearby. He looked up and met Kenobi's gaze.

"I want to thank you for all of this. And apologize too." he sobbed between words.

"Anakin, don't cry." If the night wasn't complete yet, now it was. Obi-Wan approached his padawan and hugged him from the side to lead him to the speeder.

"I know I said you're like a father to me, but I really think that doesn't express how I truly feel."

"Tell me tomorrow, Anakin. Get in the speeder so we can go." He walked with Anakin, holding him by the waist, just like he did during the Clone Wars attack when he was severely injured.

"You always worry about me... And I... I noticed the way you look at me, it's not like a Jedi master looks at his padawan." Kenobi stopped abruptly, thinking he had heard wrong or that something had slipped into his drink.

"What are you talking about, Anakin Skywalker?"

"Obi-Wan..." Anakin grabbed the Jedi master's face to look at him.

"You drank too much alcohol, Anakin."

"I love you, Obi-Wan," he exclaimed heart-wrenchingly.

"I love you too, but not like that," the Jedi couldn't believe it.

"I'm tired of Padmé. I really like her, but nothing compared to you. I used to think it was just admiration, but now I realize what I truly feel."

"You've been married to Padmé for years, and now, after all this time, you're bringing this up?"

"I want to start over, please give me a chance. I know you feel the same way I do."

Obi-Wan remained pensive for a moment. He ignored his padawan and got him into the speeder. Kenobi started the speeder and drove while listening to Anakin's sobs. He patted his back, trying not to be too affectionate, so as not to confuse him further. It seemed not to work as intended because Anakin hugged his arm while continuing to cry.

"As soon as we get there, you're going directly to sleep."

Kenobi wanted to believe this was just the alcohol talking and that his padawan didn't really feel this way. In any case, they would probably never mention it again, and Anakin wouldn't remember it the next morning.

Anakin was finally lying on his bed, face up. Obi-Wan was covering him with another blanket.

"Can you stay with me tonight, master?"

"No, Skywalker, this is wrong." Anakin's heart flinched in pain when he only heard his last name, and not his first name.

"Just for tonight, please."

Kenobi sighed, exhausted.

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Obi-Wan sat on the bed next to Anakin. The padawan, who was half asleep and half awake at the same time, moved to the side so that Obi-Wan could lie down next to him.

Hesitating, the Jedi master reclined beside Anakin to see him better. "Are you not crying anymore?" he asked, concerned.

"Forgive me, master, please," Anakin whimpered, hugging his master. Obi-Wan didn't want to confuse the boy further and patted his shoulder coldly.

Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan's face and planted a kiss on his lips without warning. The Jedi master pulled back, frowning.

"Please, just one kiss," Anakin pleaded, holding back his sobs. Obi-Wan felt guilty for seeing him like that and for agreeing when he asked him to stay with him. "I won't bother you anymore, I swear, master."

Obi-Wan bit his lip, thinking about what to do. He decided he'd rather give him one kiss and have him be content than see him heartbroken for much longer.

"Just one, because you-" he couldn't finish the sentence because Anakin had jumped on him again. But this kiss had much more fire, more passion, than the previous one. The padawan felt his heart was going to burst, wishing that the moment could last forever.

Obi-Wan, who remained almost motionless, pulled back and separated from the kiss. He saw how Anakin looked ravenous, and nothing could satisfy his hunger but him.

Anakin raised his hands to Obi-Wan's chest. He began to pull at his tunic to expose him, but Obi-Wan stopped him by grabbing his wrist.

"Enough," he stopped Anakin and looked at him defiantly. Anakin simply accepted that he couldn't continue and moved away from him.

Obi-Wan ran his hand through his hair, blaming himself for what had just happened. He, being a Jedi master, had practically never had relationships with any women, and less with men. Anakin's case was special because he had only been with Padmé his whole life, and that was going to affect him at some point.

"I love you, master," Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan's hand and kissed it sweetly.

Obi-Wan sighed and resigned himself, "I care for you very much too, Anakin. Goodnight."