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They were always parted too long. This time it was a period of weeks before Obi-Wan could steal away from the temple in the middle of the night to Dex"s quarters, and the galaxy had shifted considerably in between their last embrace and when they fell into each other"s arms in earnest, breathing in the scent of one another"s skin and luxuriating in the simple comfort of being together.
Obi-Wan couldn"t share the tale of the clone army in so many words, given the layers of classification. Fortunately, Dex had long since accepted that loving a Jedi meant taking what he could be given without pressing for more. "Figures they"d send you to war," Dex said against Obi-Wan"s neck.
"One can hardly keep the peace in a system where there is no conflict," Obi-Wan said, not for the first time. He was tired of war, and the new one had just exploded into being. "How are things at the diner?"
"Ah, you know how it goes," Dex said lightly, and kissed Obi-Wan"s cheek. "We don"t have any supply issues yet, so that"s something."
Obi-Wan knew that Dex had managed his own affairs long enough that he could make a delicious meal out of the leavings of a far more dire situation than Coruscant in a newly-declared conflict that was unlikely to come near the Core Worlds. "Did that joja sauce distributor ever come through?" Obi-Wan asked, his hands busy with Dex"s clothing.
"Yeah, the skirmish in that system only held them up for a few days." Dex returned the favor, stripping Obi-Wan out of his Jedi robes with practiced ease. Before long, they stood bare in the bedroom, Obi-Wan"s erection warm in Dex"s lower left hand, Obi-Wan"s fingers curled around two of Dex"s four enthusiastic tentacles.
"I don"t want to tell you your business, but you might want to lay in a stockpile."
Dex cut Obi-Wan off with a kiss, sucking on his tongue till Obi-Wan sighed and relaxed into it, teasing Dex"s slick tentacles with practiced ease.
Dex let his mouth go long enough to say, "Already have. You have enough to worry about without looking after my back room."
"I"d rather look after your back side." Obi-Wan squeezed Dex"s generous ass.
Dex chuckled and returned the favor. "That padawan of yours has his eyes on your ass, you know."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes, pained. "I don"t want to think about him right now. Things have been odd between us since he was knighted."
"You could give him what he wants since he"s not your padawan anymore," Dex suggested, as if that were as easy as Obi-Wan suggesting that an attractive entity at the bar was flirting with Dex, as he"d often done. They"d never been inclined to exclusivity, even had their disparate lifestyles allowed for them to make their long string of assignations into something more serious.
Obi-Wan shivered at the thought of all Anakin"s focus turned toward him in earnest. Anakin was so bright in the Force it was sometimes difficult to be near him, and he had never learned a Jedi"s control.
To be the focus of all that brightness – but the chances were poor that Anakin could manage to do any such thing lightly, that they could come together and then let each other go again.
If Obi-Wan were fully honest with himself, he needed to admit that he would have a similar difficulty. Anakin had been knighted too soon, in too difficult a circumstance, and Obi-Wan was not ready to let him go.
"I can"t," he told Dex, because in the heated space between them he could smell the secretions of Dex"s tentacles, and one of them coiled around his wrist, holding his hand in place so that he could more readily stroke the others. It was a place for truth. "We would break each other if we let ourselves hold on, then tried to let go."
"Pity." Dex nuzzled Obi-Wan"s ear, his large, deft fingers squeezing the head of Obi-Wan"s cock. "He"s pretty, and I wouldn"t mind if you brought him over."
Obi-Wan imagined Anakin on Dex"s bed, which was broader and longer than what the temple allowed them: Anakin in Dex"s arms, held like the precious thing he was and stuffed full between them with Dex"s tentacles and Obi-Wan"s cock, as the occasional evening had allowed with other, less fraught partners. Obi-Wan could see the flush in Anakin"s cheeks, rich with exertion and emotion.
He sighed. "Best not. Take me to bed."
Dex sighed too, exaggeratedly, teasing him. "Just you?"
"Just me." Obi-Wan kissed him and Dex picked him up as if he weighed nothing, bearing him up in four strong arms for the meter-long walk until Dex put him on the bed. It had a firm core, easily holding up under their combined weight.
When Obi-Wan reached for him again, Dex laughed. "I guess I can handle one Jedi at a time."
Obi-Wan held his hand up and licked his own fingers, tasting Dex"s secretions, which made Dex"s eyes go half-lidded the way it always did. "I will endeavor to satisfy."
"Hell yeah, you will." Dex lay down beside him and Obi-Wan wrapped his legs around Dex"s waist. Dex"s tentacles, now downright drenched, brushed between Obi-Wan"s legs, questing, and one pushed inside him with the insistent need that always made Obi-Wan catch his breath.
"I can, ah, bring someone else – next time," Obi-Wan offered, bearing down around the second tentacle and pushing up into Dex"s lower hand while Dex cupped his face with his upper hand, pulling him up into a lingering kiss that explored familiar ground like the tentacles sought lower.
"Could, if you wanted." There was a hitch in Dex"s breathing.
"You don"t have your, your hearts set on Anakin, do you?" Obi-Wan could hear the wistful note in his own voice. With anyone else, it would be too much; with Dex, it was just that he was safe.
Dex"s thumb brushed his cheek while his third tentacle pushed inside Obi-Wan and he squeezed Obi-Wan"s cock with his lower hand. "I like seeing people get what they want. "S why I run the diner: cravings satisfied, happy customers, happy me."
Obi-Wan knew better than to claim he didn"t want Anakin. "He would be a Trandoshan Delight with all the sauces."
Dex laughed. "I"d have to lay in a whole separate set of platters to put him on, you mean?"
The image of Anakin laid out like Dex"s most elaborately plated meal, skin shining with Human and Besalisk juices, in conjunction with the stretch of the fourth tentacle, made Obi-Wan groan. "It would be too much for me."
"Maybe." Dex"s tentacles bunched and squirmed, hitting all the right places, and he kissed Obi-Wan again. "Sure, you don"t get a shirt if you share the Trandoshan Delight with somebody else, but you don"t want a "I fucked my padawan silly" shirt, do you?"
Obi-Wan felt himself flush and blamed it on the sex. "Can"t imagine where, ah, I would wear it."
"High Council meetings."
Obi-Wan snorted. "Perhaps not."
"The way that boy eats, you"d have to make him drink milk before you let him near your cock." Dex sped up in conjunction with the always-delectable mental image of Anakin with his mouth full of Obi-Wan"s cock, his lips as red as they got when he was eating the spiciest food Dex could offer, and Obi-Wan shuddered, losing himself in the thought until Dex added, "Otherwise it"d be like that time with the oparo chilis."
Dex had been de-seeding and de-veining them one memorable day some years previously when Obi-Wan had cajoled him away into the back of the restaurant, and neither of them had thought twice until the welts had risen on Obi-Wan"s skin, which was much more delicate than Besalisk skin, especially around his genitals. It had burned like hell, and getting to the store to get a bacta patch had been more time-consuming but far preferable than admitting the mistake to the Jedi healers.
"Don"t remind me. Just kiss me."
"I liked how sensitive you were that week," Dex said mercilessly. "It only took the lightest lick to get you off."
The aftermath had been impressive, Obi-Wan had to admit, even though the original inciting event had been approximately as foolish as fucking Anakin would be.
"If you want to play games with oparos, seduce Anakin yourself. He enjoys heat." Obi-Wan bore down on Dex"s tentacles, feeling them writhe inside him.
"Not without you," Dex said, and flicked his wrist and hips just so once – twice – three times, tight and hungry, until Obi-Wan came around him.
Obi-Wan moved with him, too much the way it always was and not so much too much that he couldn"t take it. "I should make you the same promise."
"You could."
Obi-Wan kissed him again, moving his hand to Dex"s ass and pulling him in faster, deeper until the steady rhythm of Dex"s breathing broke and he clung to Obi-Wan with all four hands, moving him. He watched Dex"s face as he came, creased in the release of tension, and waited until the moment of crisis had passed before he said, "Easily done. I won"t take Anakin to bed without you."
Dex squeezed his ass and shoulder at the same time and eased the first sticky tentacle out of him. "That because you don"t want to, or because you"re being a Jedi about it?"
"The latter," Obi-Wan said immediately. There was no need for pretense in such things, not between them.
Dex kissed him again. "If you"re sure."
"I"m entirely confident that it would be a terrible mistake, and not one I intend to make." Obi-Wan cupped Dex"s cheek. "I"ll limit my chili exposures to you, thank you."
"Hey, have I ever forgotten to wash my hands again?" Dex"s smile was crooked.
"No. That"s why I"m here right now."
"Right where you belong."
They lay together, still joined and speaking of nothing in particular, until it was all too much, and Obi-Wan had to move away, off of Dex"s tentacles. He sighed. "I should be getting back. I may have to go off-planet tomorrow."
"Any idea when you"ll be back?"
The enormity of the war hung over Obi-Wan"s awareness, coming back around the edges of the stolen warm moments. "Not soon enough."
Dex kissed him lightly. "Nothing new there, then."