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There was a half of a second, when he woke up, where Obi-Wan thought he might have dreamed the whole thing up out of loneliness.
Then he registered the way his body and blankets were curled up and crinkled together, the pleasant soreness in his body, the feeling of come still stuffed inside him. And then, of course, was the very undeniable presence of Jango Fett, his riduur, in the force.
His heart skipped a few beats as a rush of emotions hit him. Relief, love, anxiety, guilt of multiple varieties and sources, hope.
Obi-Wan opened his eyes and rolled over to see Jango sitting at his desk, fiddling with what seemed to be a comm unit.
He slid off the bed and padded over to Jango, glancing over his shoulder to see what looked like a mix of security and slicing devices on and next to the communicator. Jango noticed him and looked up, a pleased sensation rippling through the force that made Obi-Wan want to preen at the implied approval.
Jango grabbed his arm and lightly tugged in lieu of a spoken greeting. Obi-Wan acquiesced to the request, leaning down and accepting the kiss Jango gave him. Obi-Wan sighed into the kiss, responding lazily when Jango grabbed the back of his head and deepened it.
Jango let go after a few moments more of kissing him, leaving Obi-Wan panting a bit and much more awake than he had been before. He could even feel the small trickle of come slipping down his leg, and took a half-second to be grateful for his passive force use that kept his body much healthier than most.
“Jate vaar’tur,” Obi-Wan said softly, keeping most of his uncertainty out of his voice. He knew he was saying good morning, but it had been so long since he actually got to use the greeting.
Any mispronunciations he may have made were well worth it, however, given the spark of pleasure and contentment, with that almost possessive edge Jango so often had, that Jango let out into the force upon hearing the words. Jango grabbed his hand again, this time just bringing it up to his lips, and kissed the knuckles before turning the hand over.
“Jate vaar’tur, ner kad’au,” Jango replied, voice dripping with the same pleased contentment as he was putting into the force. Jango kissed his wrist and Obi couldn’t help but take in a deeper breath to help work through a rush of his own emotions at the display of affection. So many emotions, too many, really, to identify them as more than overwhelming.
“So, what happens now?” Obi-Wan asked, pushing his emotions aside. Jango had come back for him, yes, but well… even if Jango had promised Obi-Wan would never to be far enough to miss him again, there were still quite a few ways to achieve that. And Obi-Wan owed it to Jango to leave his return in the man’s hands, after all the hurt he’d caused him.
“I should be able to comm Akkus in seven or so minutes. And that will give us a precise time to move, probably sometime this afternoon. After we’re done here? We go home,” Jango said, refusing to break eye contact with Obi-Wan, looking and feeling so assured in the force.
Obi-Wan couldn’t help but look away, not as used to Jango’s intensity as he had once been. His eyes darted over his desk, sticking on that drawer. He glanced back at Jango, who was looking at him with a considering look, and then at the comm set up that seemed to not need any more fiddling.
“I think I’ll go take a shower, then. Get cleaned up.” Obi-Wan could feel a bit of interest stirring in Jango. He reached around Jango to the drawer as he continued, “but you should probably read these,” he said as he pulled out a stack of documents and pads, with four data sticks on top.
Jango took the pile, his curiosity rising in the force, before putting it besides his comm set up and looking back at Obi-Wan. “All right, you should go shower then,” Jango acquiesced.
Obi-Wan left him with the final component in his metaphorical saber hilt of fate.
Jango couldn’t help but grin at the information before him.
His Obi-Wan really was still his.
A complete map of the Jedi temple, more resources on the force and learning to control it, a history of the Jedi, and a new guide by his riduur, on the current state of the Jedi, their similarities to the Mandalorians, their viewpoints, the parts of the Jedi that would chafe against the Mandalorians. A guide to integrating them, in effect. All of that, plus a few documents on the Republic military and its plans; but as much as Jango appreciated that, the Jedi related documents meant much more.
His riduur had done much more than just miss him.
Jango smiled as he moved to upload the files to his comm set up. Akkus was going to love the information haul. Jango wouldn’t be surprised if Akkus could use this to make it look like they had sent Obi-Wan undercover instead of chasing him down. That was certainly a better narrative than the abduction rumors they’d allowed to spread. And would make the announcement that Jango and Obi-Wan were mates and married much more welcome.
Jango couldn’t help but smile at the thoughts. He would be back home soon, with his spouse, who would be coming back and staying willingly without any extra help needed.
Jango was torn out of his happy musings by the sound of a piece of paper falling onto floor. He looked down to see an actual envelope on the floor. It was quite small and thin when he picked it up, and flipping it over he could see it was addressed to him. Jango wondered where it had come from until he spotted some panel open on the back of a data pad’s case. A secret compartment.
Well now he was even more curious. And he still had two minutes until his comm call.
Dear Jango, ner ‘alor,
I know my leaving you must have caused you pain. I am sorry. You gave me your trust, your heart, you opened yourself and your home to me and invited me in. And in many ways I betrayed you.
I am sorry to say, like most force shenanigans, that you will quickly find a seeming contradiction in my explanation. Namely, that it both was and was not my intent to betray you by leaving.
There is a force technique used in dire circumstances, of which I thought myself in towards the beginning of my integration program, that allows one to essentially become a sleeper agent and not know it. When activated, the former version of one’s self takes back over. Or at least it’s supposed to. When that version of me was activated, it did not completely override who I had become. I still fled, fearing what I could and would do with two versions of myself vying for control.
And now I have been back with my first family, in a facsimile of my first life, the Jedi, for a few months. I am no longer at war with myself while I write this. And I have succeeded in using the same technique on myself again. Within two days, I should forget ever doing so, and forget that I have written this letter. I hope to somehow trick myself to somehow getting it at least into Mandalorian hands. If you are reading this, Jango, then I suppose I succeeded.
At the time of writing this, and using the technique, I know that I should not have left Mandalore, let alone Mand’yaim, let alone you. One of my most ardent wishes is that I return, even if things can never be as they once were. But I worry that I will be convinced, by those who mean well and those who do not, that Mandalore is bad and that I belong to the Republic again.
Should that ever happen, the version of myself that knows where I belong and desires to go there, the version that is writing this letter, can be activated simply by hearing you call me by my given name, Jango. I do not know if you will still want me, if I deserve to come back, but if I ever face you on a battlefield from a side you do not wish me on, you need only call me, Mand’alor, and I will answer.
Yours, no matter what they may say,
Obi-Wan
The letter was dated for a month and a half ago. Jango had to take a moment to gather himself and almost missed connecting the call to Akkus. Obi-Wan really did always manage to buck expectations.
Obi-Wan stepped out of the fresher, a towel wrapped around his waist and hair still a bit damp, despite his best attempts at drying it.
Jango was speaking to the communicator in a low volume, and Obi-Wan could hear Akkus’s distorted voice back. They were talking, as far as Obi-Wan could tell, about retrieval. Jango noticed him and beckoned him over. Obi-Wan went without hesitation, stopping before Jango and letting the man reach out and run a hand up and down his side.
Jango’s hand went down again, far enough to hook a thumb on Obi-Wan’s towel and tug it undone. Obi-Wan shivered at the increased exposure. Jango’s hand moved to the back of his hip and tugged. Obi-Wan complied, straddling Jango’s lap and draping himself on his riduur, careful to leave Jango’s arms and head unobstructed. He let himself drop his head onto Jango’s shoulder, bending over slightly to softly nestle onto the stable platform.
One of Jango’s arms wrapped around him, keeping him close as Jango continued to speak with Akkus in Mando’a. The hand gripping his side was firm, steadying and unyielding in its hold. Obi-Wan let his eyes slide shut, keeping half an ear on the conversation, not to understand it as much to reacquaint himself with the sounds of the language. It was soothing to his ears, a familiar kind of tune finally returned and slotting into place as something that meant Obi-Wan could relax.
The hand moved. Jango started by spreading his fingers and then bringing them back together, repeating the process a few times before moving the entire hand up and down Obi-Wan’s sides, petting him. Obi-Wan couldn’t decide if he wanted to melt into the touch or actively press into it. These last ten or so hours with Jango had been filled with more touch than he’d had in months. There were those in the temple willing to put a hand on his shoulder, join him in meditation, but they didn’t immediately go to hold him like Jango did, and Obi-Wan didn’t know how to ask. Jango didn’t bother to wait for Obi-Wan to ask, holding him close without waiting for Obi-Wan to figure out how to ask.
The hand moved its arc further, from his side all the way up to his shoulder blade down to his hip, moving further and further across his body with each swipe, never lessening how much touch Jango was giving him. Obi-Wan stayed quiet instead of letting out a… moan? Whimper? Hum? Some sort of sound of appreciation that wanted to work its way out of his throat. But Jango was still talking, clearly business, with Akkus so Obi-Wan stayed quiet.
Jango’s ministrations eventually focused on his hip, hand moving from the side of Obi-Wan’s hip to his cheek. Jango would take a few moments to grab and massage the muscle there, and Obi-Wan had to work harder to keep himself quiet.
When Jango gave him a firm squeeze that also included a pinkie sliding between his cheeks, however, Obi-Wan couldn’t help the audible intake of breath. Nor the way his cock twitched in interest.
Jango’s presence in the force became tinged with a simultaneously satisfied and anticipatory kind of pleasure, as well as a low level of lust. He continued to massage Obi-Wan’s cheek, and the pinkie remained, pressing in a rhythm to match Jango’s groping. The finger moved lower, and its pressure approached Obi-Wan’s hole, making Obi-Wan preemptively bite the inside of his mouth to stop any whimpers.
He couldn’t stop his cock from getting half-hard, however, nor did he seem to have the ability to stop his hips from automatically giving a small buck when Jango’s finger finally slid across his hole.
He felt a puff of hot air as Jango breathed out a laugh, amusement and satisfaction pitching in the force.
The finger tapped his hole a few times before it bent, tipping until Jango could stick it inside him. Obi-Wan brought a hand from where it had been grabbing the side of the chair up so he could cover his mouth. Jango pushed the finger in and out a few times before leaving it in, never breaking from his conversation with Akkus. And Effao? Obi-Wan was pretty sure he heard her voice as well a few times.
He was distracted from Jango’s conversation again by the finger inside him hooking a little bit, the tip twisting around and pushing against his walls. He clamped his hand more firmly around his mouth, keeping sounds from escaping even as he bucked his hips again, although this time his body couldn’t seem to decide if it wanted to rut his cock against Jango’s body in front of him, or back further onto Jango’s finger inside of him.
Jango chuckled, and Obi-Wan felt it more than he heard it, apparently Jango was staying quiet in this way as well. Obi-Wan felt Jango plant a brief kiss behind his ear that left the skin feeling burnt, a flush quickly warming his face just as much.
“I do have something a bit more fun to stick in you, if you want,” Jango offered, voice low and quiet and full of promise that the man knew Obi-Wan would go along with. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but actually let out a muffled whimper at the words.
The finger still inside him tapped again a second later, a silent reminder that Obi-Wan was expected to actually answer.
“Gedet’ye,” Obi-Wan whispered, hoping his plea was loud enough for Jango to hear without the comm picking it up.
Jango’s mouth was still close enough that Obi-Wan could feel the grin grow on Jango’s face. He could also feel Jango’s own erection quite clearly when the man bucked his own hips against Obi-Wan, prompting Obi-Wan to stand.
Jango kept talking in Mando’a, apparently needing to respond to something, so Obi-Wan reached between his legs to find Jango’s pants, fumbling for a few moments as he tried to get them open. He eventually managed, sparring half a thought for wondering where the more customary flight suit and armor were – this was technically enemy territory for the Mand’alor, after all – before working down Jango’s underwear and feeling the man’s cock spring free.
Obi-Wan took a deep breath in as the warm cock settled in his hand. Jango gave a small stroke up and down Obi-Wan’s side with the arm still wrapped around him.
Obi-Wan quickly used the force to drag a bottle of lube from the bed over to him. He quickly uncapped it and let go of Jango’s cock for a second in order to cover his hand with the substance. Once there was enough, Obi-Wan put the hand back on Jango’s cock, holding it tenderly as he slathered it with the lube, stroking as well as he could to also finish hardening Jango’s cock.
The increased satisfaction and lust in the force just made Obi-Wan to sink down onto the cock already, but he held back, not wanting to make this unpleasant for Jango. He slicked up the cock until he couldn’t tell who was lusting for this more, him or Jango, and then finally grabbed the cock firmly again, pointing it up towards him.
Jango used the arm still around him to help guide Obi-Wan down onto cock. Obi-Wan also used it to help steady himself when he had to throw a hand over his mouth again to keep somewhat quiet when Jango’s cock finally penetrated him again.
Obi-Wan had to keep his hand clamped firmly to keep his noises acceptably muffled as he worked himself down Jango’s cock.
He wasn’t really sure how long it took him to make it all the way down, until he was seated fully in Jango’s lap again, but he knew that each moment he worked himself further he filled up more with the kind of satisfaction he’d been seeking since he’d gotten back to the Republic. Jango just filled him so completely, Obi-Wan couldn’t imagine a greater sensation of being satisfied, not compared to feeling Jango’s lust and pleasure and intense contentment filling his head the same way Jango filled his body.
Jango’s hand started stroking up and down his side again, grounding Obi-Wan and drawing him into a less overwhelming state of full contentedness. Obi-Wan let his head fall back onto Jango’s shoulder as the conversation continued, finding his ability to listen to it had decreased even more than before.
After a while, Obi-Wan was torn out of a near-meditative state of relaxation by Jango rolling his hips. Obi-Wan moved his hand from where it had been dangling over Jango’s back back up to his mouth, not bothering to even try stopping his hips from rolling in return.
That got him a quiet chuckle and another kiss, this time on his neck, before Jango whispered “if you can go slowly, why not try moving on your own while I finish?” to him.
Obi-Wan couldn’t help but swallow the saliva suddenly threatening to fill his mouth at the request. He took a moment to collect himself and readjust his hand before lifting himself up.
He only went an inch up and down, as far as he could tell, but he still couldn’t help but whimper as he hit Jango’s lap again.
The next while – Obi-Wan quickly gave up on keeping any accurate count of time – passed in a similar fashion. Obi-Wan did his best to keep quiet at least, certainly not managing to be silent, and slowly moved himself up and down Jango’s cock, eventually getting his movements to a somewhat smooth rocking. The fact that his own cock kept dragging up and down Jango’s still-clothed stomach certainly didn’t help his control.
Jango bucked his hips up harshly when Obi-Wan was dropping himself back down and Obi-Wan was certain that he hadn’t managed to muffle his groan enough. His assumption was proven a moment later as he shivered on Jango’s lap and he made out Akkus asking “Is your red with you?” in Mando’a over the comm.
Jango pressed another kiss to his neck and tightened his hold on Obi-Wan before answering, “yes. We’re getting reacquainted still. I’m keeping him a bit busy while we wait.”
Obi-Wan couldn’t help but keen a bit at the last sentence and its accompanying wave of excited amusement. At least Akkus’s chuckle should have covered any sounds that his hand didn’t muffle enough.
“I think we’re done here anyways. You know the time and the plan. Keep the emergency beacon within reaching distance and in sight in case anything goes wrong on either end,” Akkus said, voice clearly amused even through the staticky comm.
“Of course, I’ll keep it right next to me,” Jango said. The two of them said quick goodbyes before ending their call, and then Obi-Wan found himself waiting as Jango fiddled with his devices again.
Obi-Wan tried to keep rocking his hips while Jango finished, but the tightened hold around his waist didn’t let him do much. The increasing amusement clearly coming from Jango didn’t exactly help his control, making him more desperate and more excited.
“All right, there we go,” Jango finally said. Obi-Wan opened his mouth to ask a question, but Jango used his grip to pull Obi-Wan down at the same time he rolled his hips out and all that came out was a moan, the loudest he’d let out all morning.
“Come on, Ob’ika, you can do better than that,” Jango teased in basic. Obi-Wan peeled himself off of Jango enough to look at the man’s face and the darkly delighted smirk on it.
Obi-Wan did what he could to lift and pull himself down again, meeting Jango’s own thrust, giving what Obi-Wan thought was the first direct hit to his prostate all morning. The moan he let out was at least considerably louder than the one before, and longer by a few seconds.
“Jango,” Obi-Wan panted out, “Jango…”
Jango gave his neck a few fluttering pecks as they continued their coupling, distressingly light and fleeting, before speaking, “Come now, Obi-Wan, ner kad’au, you don’t have to hold back, you can act as enthusiastic as you want.”
Obi-Wan whimpered but let himself drop down a little harder. Jango encouraged him, meeting his movements and murmuring little fragments of praise until Obi-Wan was working himself up and down so quickly he was practically bouncing on Jango’s cock.
Obi-Wan didn’t slow or stop until Jango grabbed his cock and gave it a few deft tugs, the final, hardest one accompanied by another thrust. The sensation of being pulled and filled so completely, so suddenly and fully, dragged Obi-Wan over the edge.
He painted both of their stomachs in white, whimpering and shaking as his whole body spasmed, including around Jango, who followed him mere moments later. Obi-Wan moaned again as he felt Jango’s own come fill him up even further, warm and claiming. Or maybe it was the possessive satisfaction Jango was pushing into the force that made it feel claiming.
The look in Jango’s eyes was certainly the greedy look of somewhat who had just gotten to claim a grand prize for themselves, at least. Jango’s gaze had always been intense, but Obi-Wan couldn’t help but focus on it now, to the point where he leaned forward, drawn in.
He was still hesitant, he didn’t really know what the proper way to act towards a spouse you had betrayed and left was once they came to get you back and lavished you with attention was, but he still leaned forward.
One he crossed some invisible point, Jango surged forward to drag him into a passionate kiss. Obi-Wan kissed back, feeling himself fill with his own kind of fervor as he tried to match Jango.
When Jango broke them apart, they were both panting.
“I suppose,” Jango said, voice still amused through his breathlessness, “that we should get cleaned up again.”
Obi-Wan took a moment to process the words, and then another moment to look down and register what a mess they both were, covered in sweat and semen. And Jango would need his clothes cleaned too. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle and let his head fall foreword, meeting Jango’s for a quick keldabe kiss.
They spent the rest of the morning after their shower (during which Jango had valiantly refrained from marking his riduur up) talking, curled up in Obi-Wan’s bed in each other’s arms. Jango was pleased that Obi-Wan continued to fall back into their old routines, letting Jango place him where Jango wanted him.
Obi-Wan had unfortunately gone back to the Jedi robes, but Jango kept reminding himself that it wouldn’t be forever, that Obi-Wan would have access to a proper Mandalorian wardrobe soon.
And when that wasn’t enough he reminded himself that Obi-Wan wasn’t even in the same sort of robes as usual. The tops were shorter, to the length that most Mandalorian styles were cut. And there were more colors now that Obi-Wan couldn’t stand to be nothing more than a Republic dog, more reds and browns in his outfit to keep him from being a beige-clothed slave.
And even beyond that, Jango could just focus on Obi-Wan’s face, with clever eyes and a gentle, almost shy smile.
Jango asked Obi-Wan for information on everything. He’d already gotten most of what he wanted in terms of military and strategic information from Obi-Wan’s documents, but a bit more wouldn’t hurt. He spent most of the time, however, asking Obi-Wan about what he had gone through personally since he left. His routines, his treatment, how he’d really been. The answers were almost invariably the sort that made Jango want to take Obi-Wan back home already and usually included well-meaning but misinformed and therefore ineffective attempts to help Obi-Wan from his fellow Jedi.
It just made Jango even more certain of his plans.
Obi-Wan asked about Jango and Mandalore in turn. Jango did what he could to reassure Obi-Wan about his students’ well-being while also making sure Obi-Wan knew how much they missed and needed him. He told about how his council and their families were doing, and how much they all missed him. Vojunn and Kanvined had put off their wedding celebration as soon as they heard that there were plans to get Obi-Wan back, even planning on a public renewal of their riduurok during it in order for Obi-Wan to partake in the development more fully.
And Obi-Wan would. They were bringing him home to be part of their lives again, and Jango would make sure that there weren’t any risks to Obi-Wan being stolen away ever again. He could protect his riduur off the battlefield, and now he could be prepared to protect him off of it as well.
His chrono beeped. Jango double checked the time to make sure the alert was for what he thought it was before dragging Obi-Wan into another kiss.
His riduur let him, relaxing into it for a few seconds before trying to return the affection, still a bit timid. Jango chuckled, letting the sound rumble through their kiss before breaking it.
“Are you ready to go home, ner kad’au?” Jango asked.
Obi-Wan opened his mouth for a second before actually saying anything, hesitant, probably rephrasing things in his head, “Whenever you want me back, I want to go back too,” Obi-Wan responded.
Jango was pretty certain, as he slid out of the bed and helped Obi-Wan after him, that the only way he could like this moment better would be if Obi-Wan was confident enough in Mando’a to tell him that in their language.
Obi-Wan’s pleased expression froze with his body, a moment before a fairly noticeable wave of pressure moved through the apartment, before a distant thundering wove its way through the air, signaling the first round of explosions.
Jango just continued to hold onto his riduur’s hand, letting his smile grow wider and sharper.