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“ …As has already been made explicitly clear, throughout the entirety of this war my vode and I have fought and died on the frontlines, so that you and your loved ones would never have to. We were told to be created specifically for this purpose, drafted into a war we ourselves had no part in, and still we served this Republic proudly.
“The absolute least that we’re owed are our unequivocal rights to personhood, as is owed to every sentient in the Republic. And given that this senate was prepared to spend billions more on additional clones, should the war not have abruptly ended about a month prior, I believe the request that’s been laid out for our back-pay is more than reasonable— ”
“Thirty more seconds, Commander.”
“No need— my battalion and I have to get back to cleaning up the galactic mess your once head-of-state left in the wake of his death— and his life. I kindly suggest you all do the same.”
The transmitter clicks off, and Cody lets out a sigh he’s been holding back for the last ten minutes.
The holotable is still flickering with a wide-shot of the rotunda, but Cody was the last of his vode to offer public testimony for this session. He would like to watch the rest of this session, one of many regarding the Clone Rights Act being spearheaded by Senator Organa, but he wasn’t lying about the work he needs to attend to.
Cody glances over at Obi-Wan. He’s staring at Cody with an intensity Cody can’t quite place— it’s not unkind, however. The way Obi-Wan looks at him has never been unkind.
He asked Obi-Wan to be with him during his testimony, standing just out of view of the transmitter. Hells, he’d almost asked Obi-Wan to testify for him— Cody has always been good with words when it comes to giving orders in the heat of battle, but politics is another game entirely, one that Obi-Wan has much more experience with. But Cody understood the importance of such testimony being in his own words and coming from his own mouth, as was the same with all his brothers who spoke before him. Just having Obi-Wan beside him, however, was enough to soothe some of his frayed nerves.
Despite the war having technically ended about three tendays ago— once Fox and his guard ousted the Chancellor as a Sith Lord orchestrating two sides of an intragalactic war— it’s been a nonstop speedrun of dealing with rogue separatists outposts that refuse to abide by the armistice, offering what post-war relief they currently can, and running negotiations with newly independent systems that wish to remain independent.
The latter, however, has been mostly Obi-Wan, now working with the 212th as a liaison on behalf of the Republic, the Jedi having stepped down from their military positions.
It’s been chaotic, and exhausting, and it’s left him as busy as he ever was during the war itself— but combined with aiding in momentum for the Clone Rights Act, it’s been the most fulfilling work he’s ever performed.
“Obi-Wan, I believe we’re needed on the bridge shortly,” Cody says, turning to fully face the other man. They’re to discuss the latest of the remaining separatist holdings that they’ve been sent to— it’s an exceptionally precarious situation on the ground, and he knows Obi-Wan is rather hopeful they can negotiate through this one without the need for bloodshed.
Obi-Wan tilts his head at him, before nodding and rising from his seat. “Right you are, Cody. Shall we?”
Cody nods in turn, and follows him out of the conference room.
The walk across the durasteel hallways of the Vigilance is uncharacteristically quiet— on Obi-Wan’s part, at least. Cody figured he would’ve had… something to say either about Cody’s testimony, or their general mutual frustration with the majority of these senate proceedings— but no. Instead the only sound between them are the click of their boots and the gentle whirr of the ship’s systems.
But Cody knows Obi-Wan, and he knows that when he’s quiet like this— shoulders back, head forward, steps quick and precise— it’s usually when he’s caught in a deep focus.
When they reach the lift, Cody clicks the call buttons and debates asking Obi-Wan himself what he thought of today’s session. He doesn’t want to interrupt Obi-Wan’s focus, but he is curious if Obi-Wan thinks any of their testimony will ultimately have any sway over the senate’s decision.
The lift dings before it opens, the two of them striding through— however, before the lift doors have finished sliding closed behind them, there’s an urgent pair of hands on Cody’s hips, guiding him up against the closest wall until his back is flush with it, Obi-Wan’s forehead suddenly pressing against his own.
Cody blinks, rapidly. “Obi-Wan— ”
“Do you have any idea,” Obi-Wan murmurs, the breath of his words hot against Cody’s lips. “Do you have any idea what it’s like listening to you talk down to that pretentious lot?”
Cody swallows as he feels his cheeks rapidly flush. It’s then that he recognizes the heated look in Obi-Wan’s eyes, flashes of it occasionally thrown his way in the middle of a firefight— most notably whenever Cody has viscous oil all over his fists and a pile of broken B1s at his feet. That look has driven Cody to madness for longer than he cares to admit, and it’s safe to say it’s having the same effect now.
But to know it’s Cody’s words that Obi-Wan is so— so affected by, something that’s never come naturally to him and he’s always had to work twice as hard at, it’s unfairly heady— nevermind the way Obi-Wan is pressed against him, flushed close along his entire form—
Despite any thoughts that aren't about Obi-Wan’s body bearing down on his own quickly fleeing his mind, he still manages to say, “I’ll have to let Bail know what you really think of him.”
Obi-Wan laughs under his breath, shaking his head. One of the hands on Cody’s hips starts to slide upwards, and Cody shudders— if his will wasn’t so heavily disciplined, the motion would’ve brought him to his knees.
The hand lands on his pauldron, pushing him just slightly further into the wall behind him. Cody chokes on his own breath, thankful that at least he didn’t outright moan.
Obi-Wan closes his eyes, smile still playing at the edge of his lips, and Cody can’t help but stare.
The thing is, they've actually acknowledged this before— this unwavering current that’s been brewing between them for years. They’ve talked, and it was always to be after the war, but now the actuality of after has been so hectic and rushed, so much that they’ve barely had time to sleep rather than actually, properly, talk again—
But this definitely isn’t talking, not with the way Obi-Wan’s hand is now sliding over his pauldron, thumb teasing at the strap of his breastplate.
He’s certain that Obi-Wan can feel the hitch in his breath when that thumb moves under his chin, tipping his head up—
Surely, Obi-Wan is finally going to kiss him, surely he’s going to lean down and press his lips to Cody’s in an act of sweet relief. It’s almost ridiculous, how they haven’t kissed yet— that Cody knows Obi-Wan so deeply, knows him so intimately in the gentle cradle of his ribcage, yet they haven’t yet kissed. Out of everything Cody’s allowed himself to dream about with Obi-Wan, this is what he’s yearned for the most.
But the time has never felt truly right, he supposes, not when it feels like they’re both still trying to hold the entire galaxy together by its seams. Rationally, Cody knows no moment would ever feel definably perfect and right, given the lives they lead. Though now that they’re both so unbearably close, Obi-Wan’s lips mere centimeters from his own, he can admit the moment does feel rather perfect.
To his surprise, however, when Obi-Wan bends down he keeps bending down, nuzzling his face into the curve of Cody’s neck—
It’s there, that Cody first feels the press of Obi-Wan’s lips, and he can’t hold back the long, low noise that leaves his throat, pitching higher and louder when Obi-Wan hums against him, the scratch of his beard leaving him shivering— before he kisses him again, right where his neck meets his shoulders, and sucks—
Cody is very immediately aching in his codpiece, and he just can’t help the way his hips cant forward, seeking—
He outright groans, when his hips find delicious pressure in the form of Obi-Wan’s thigh dug between his legs. He feels Obi-Wan lips curve into a smile, before they continue absolutely devastating his neck.
Cody thinks, perhaps, he should try to better control himself, given how new this all is— but then it’s Obi-Wan who’s pushing, the hard muscle of his thigh very purposely pressing into his codpiece. Cody’s head thunks against the wall behind him, his stiff cock helplessly throbbing at the delectable torment. The new angle gives Obi-Wan even better access to his neck, licking up in a firm stripe before making his way back down in a series of small, shallow bites.
It’s all he can do but rut forward into Obi-Wan, trying to stop himself from panting so shamelessly but the cause is already beyond lost. They haven’t even done anything proper, and Cody’s already untethered, unbound, unspun—
He’s never imagined that such a simple act could feel so intensely good, the idea of rutting his hard and aching cock into his codpiece until he’s forced to spill into his blacks— but now that it’s so real and tangible, with Obi-Wan between his legs, he can’t imagine anything better.
Rational thought, in general, seems to have left him, likely due to all the blood in his head being put to better use as it travels further and further south. Right now, there’s nothing else in the galaxy but the bruising kisses being sucked into his neck, the way he’s spiraling deeper and deeper into mindnumbing bliss the harder he thrusts his covered cock against Obi-Wan’s thigh, the embarrassing noise he lets out when he shifts and Cody can suddenly feel Obi-Wan’s own length, hard and firm against his cuisse—
With startling clarity, Cody is abruptly struck by the idea of his hands moving from their spot on Obi-Wan’s hips, sliding further down until he’s gripping the firm flesh of Obi-Wan’s ass, pulling them impossibly closer, desperately rutting against each other until they both finally—
“General. Commander.”
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Rex clicks the call button for the lift, and waits.
He’s mildly surprised that no one else is here waiting for the lift. Once the war officially ended, the 501st was mostly absorbed into the 212th, what with Rex’s General both stepping down from the GAR and taking an indefinite leave-of-absence from the Jedi Order itself.
He supposes most of the men who are working right now are either down in the engine rooms or up in the bridge, the latter of which he’s currently heading to for a meeting with his fellow officers.
Rex watches as the call button blinks, before the doors slide open—
He freezes mid-step, and blinks dumbly at the site suddenly presented before him— that being his vod completely enveloped by his former High General, who’s apparently doing his damndest to give Cody a healthy dose of beard-burn down his neck.
Once he realizes what the fuck he’s looking at, Rex quickly darts his gaze up towards the blinding lights of the ceiling, and distantly wishes for a nearby airlock to launch himself out of.
“General. Commander.”
When there’s no response, Rex glances down, just slightly, and finds Cody glaring at him. Neither him nor Obi-Wan are moving to disentangle from one another. Rex averts his eyes again, and huffs.
“You’re lucky it’s just me here, Cody.”
Cody scoffs. “No, I’m really not.”
…He’s probably right. If it were a shiny who found them in such a position, they likely would’ve run off by now, stuttering and stammering with their tail between their legs, never to speak of the moment again. Rex, however, is far too scarred from the amount of times he’s walked in on his once-General with his Senator, that he just looks away and prays for death.
Rex figures he should ask Obi-Wan— preferably at a time when he isn’t attached to his vod’s neck— if the Force takes particular pleasure in tormenting him specifically.
He’s pretty sure he already knows the answer.
Before he can manage to turn and walk off, he catches Obi-Wan’s voice, doing his best to ignore how muffled it sounds. “As I’ve said before, Rex, I’m no longer a General. But if you could tell the Admiral that Cody and I will meet him on the bridge in ten, I’d deeply appreciate it.”
Rex doesn’t get the chance to reply. Instead, Obi-Wan vaguely waves his hand and the lift doors snap shut in his face. The call button next to him then begins blinking red, signifying that the lift is out of order.
Rex closes his eyes, and sighs. He should’ve just taken the fucking stairs.