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It was then that Cody questioned all the choices he had taken that had brought him to that moment.
It had all started when the Jedi Council ordered him to go to Florrum in order to pay a ransom for the Sith captured by a certain captain Hondo Ohnaka and his men, and this Ohnaka had explicitally ordered the Republic to not send any Jedi to do the exchange. Of course the Jedi generals had decided to send him, one of the highest in rank among the GAR, to pay the price asked by the pirate and escort the prisoner to Coruscant to be interrogated.
And of course kriffing Ohnaka had also said that whoever was going to come to his planet had to be alone, so no army, no battallions, no squads, in order to “mantain peace in his city”.
Of kriffing course.
Just from these informations Cody could tell the whole thing had to be a trap. But the Chancellor and the Council said the risks were worth it if it meant they would finally have the Sith known as “The Negotiator”. So, as a good soldier, he went to Florrum, alone.
After he landed and got off the ship he was met by a male Weequay, who introduced himself as Hondo Ohnaka, who smelled terribly of alcohol.
He welcomed the commander as if he was a friend, throwing an arm around his shoulders and joking about this and that. Cody managed (a miracle, really) to not punch the man immediately and endured the pirate's jokes and discussions answering politely and never letting any emotion show on his face.
Then he asked to see the prisoner and to end the deal. So Hondo brought him where the Sith was kept and made the commander look inside through a hole, because “it was safer that way”, just enough for Cody to identify him. Finally, they came back to the main room of his local where Hondo asked him to show the payment.
He did.
Then came his mistake.
Kriffing Hondo offered him a drink “to seal the deal”. Cody was no fool and realized almost immediately that he couldn't say no. So he accepted and only took a sip, hoping that even if it had been drugged, such a small amount wouldn't have had effect.
He was wrong.
And next thing he knew he found himself in this kriffing situation: on the floor of a cell, tied to the same person he was supposed to bring back as a prisoner to the Council.
“Well, hello there.”
Cody turned to look at the Sith who was currently smiling, smiling, at him. He knew him for his fame, but he had never really looked at him.
Auburn hair.
Long beard.
Yellow eyes.
Pale skin.
He would have found him attractive if he wasn't a cold blooded murderer.
The commander immediately schooled his expression into something blank and decided to ignore him, looking away, hoping to not have to interact with the man, and begun to study their cell looking for a way out.
“So you must be the one the Republic sent to take me? Marshal Commander Cody if I recall correctly?” The Sith offered his hand (as best as he could considering his wrists were tied) to him. “I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, but you probably already know that.”
Cody looked at him and raised an eyebrow, but did not answer nor shake his hand, so Kenobi retreated his hand and said “Not a talkative one, are you?”
The commander ignored him once again concentrating instead on analyzing the walls of the structure--
“You know, it's really not polite to not answer to someone, my dear commander...” At that he couldn't help but answer “Don't call me that. And stoptalking to me; I do not talk to Separatist scum.”
The Sith's smile only widened as if Cody had just encouraged him.
“Come on commander, leave the politics aside, after all what his a faction if not just a mean to achieve our personal goals? And right now we do have a common intent, so we should just cooperate to get out of here, don't you agree?”
Cody rolled his eyes.
Ah of course, that's why they call him the Negotiator
He focused once again on finding a way out of their room without the other's help, he didn't want to owe any favor to the Sith. The Negotiator remained in silence for about three standard minutes until-- “So tell me commander is everyone in your army as hot as yourself or is it just you?”
Wha---
“Oh right sorry you 'do not talk to Separatist scum'. Such a shame, I really like your voice. I bet it would sound even better screaming my name.”
What is all this about? Is Kenobi flirting with me? Wait, no I have no time for this, I need to focus on getting out of here--
“Such a shame the pirates decided to leave your armor on, I bet I would have had a very nice view to look at right now...”
At that the poor commander actually looked at him and snapped “Do you ever shut up?”
Kenobi stared at him in surprise for a second and then smirked “Why don't you make me? I can think of at least a couple of ways you could do that”
Yep, definitely flirting
And what was worse was that against his own will the commander could feel his face getting hotter and his ears flush red and hoped that the Sith wouldn't notice. “Why don't you help me get us out of here instead of saying nonsense?”
“Ohh so you do speak sometimes.”
“Just stop it and answer my question: can you get us out of this cell or not?”
Suddenly everything went still, or so it seemed to Cody. He had used his “I'm the commander and i will not accept a no for an answer” voice and for a second he feared the Sith was going to kill him for having dared to order him to do something.
He didn't.
“Well if you ask so nicely, commander” he purred as an answer.
Cody stared at Kenobi while the man moved towards the door of the cell and extended his arm opening his hand. Through the bars of the door he could see a knife flying towards their prison until it arrived in front of the keyhole, inserting in it.
The cell door opened.
“Oh don't look at me like that, my dear; I bet you're even better than me at filling empty holes...”
Cody immediately closed his mouth (he didn't remember opening) and regained his composure. He had to get out of there and to his ship.
“Let's go.”
“If I may, commander, we should probably look for our weapons so we can get out of these binders and out of this planet.”
The commander frowned. Of course he needed his blaster back, but let Kenobi get back his lightsaber? Absoulutely not. Also the fact that they were bound together was (probably) the only reason the Sith hadn't killed him yet and if he could keep his movements limited maybe Cody could still bring him back to Coruscant.
“You're still thinking about bringing me to your Republic, commander? Well, I admire your determination, but I doubt we'll make it out of here without our weapons.”
“How do I know you won't kill me the moment you get your weapon back?”
“Now my dear, what reason would I have to do that? We're not on the battlefield and we could consider ourself off duty. Plus, it would be a shame to kill such a handsome man as yourself, Commander.”
Cody felt his face heat up even more.
Damn this man! Could he stop flirting for two kriffing minutes!?
He hated to admit it, but the Sith was right. He couldn't find a way for them to get out of there without a lightsaber and Jedi powers.
“Alright, enough talking, let's find our weapons and get out of this place. Hondo has your lightsaber as his personal prize so we'd better find something else for now to--”
“Hey stop right there!”
The guards!
Two guards came in from one of the adiacent rooms, one ofthem immediately lifting his arm to contact the others “The prisoners are trying to esca---”
And Cody could only watch as the guards' feet left the ground and their hands went to their own necks, grasping at nothing, desperately trying to breath until... they fell back onto the floor, lifeless.
His attention immediately shifted to the Sith who moved to kneel next to the pirates' corpses looking for something pushing Cody a few steps closer. “Will this blaster do for now, my dear?”
Kenobi took one of the dead guard's weapon and then offered it to him. After a moment of hesitation the clone took it, nodding his head and checking the weapon.
“It'll do, but stop calling me that.” Thenhe added “We should go now, before other guards arrive.”
“Of course, lead the way.”
#
They wandered through many alleys as quietly as they could to avoid the guards, sometimes hiding together in (far too tight) lockers or rooms or silently killing the pirates they couldn't avoid (thing far too easy when all you had to do was raise your hand to strangle them).
Until, in the end, they managed to find Hondo, him and at least twenty of his men. Cody was thinking of a strategy to get to him without being noticed when kriffing Kenobi just got out of their hiding spot (making sure to rub his ass against Cody's groin while passing) and went as far as the rope permitted without making Cody move.
Then everything happened in an istant.
The lightsaber Hondo had clipped to his hip flew towards Kenobi who immediately turned it on and, in one swift motion, he freed himself from all the binders. Then, moving with a grace Cody had never seen, he killed everyone of Hondo's men.
Cody was unable to look away.
Kenobi looked so beautiful, so graceful while killing all of these men by himself. He watched absolutely captivated as the Sith fought with a strenght his body didn't show. Everyone of his movements was matched by dashes of red and yellow.
The commander would never admit it, but it was kriffing hot; the way Kenobi fought and moved were so different from what he was used to and just looking at him caused a wave of arousal to wash over him .
He forced himself to look away.
“Now, Hondo, maybe we could discuss your surrender.” the Sith said, his voice much lower and darker than usual.
Cody's codpiece was really starting to feel uncomfortably tight.
In that moment about fifty of Hondo's men came in the room; Cody immediately moved next to the Sith and raised his blaster, ready to fight, but Kenobi was faster, grabbing Hondo and taking him as hostage.
“There there, no need to shoot. Me and my friend over there are just going to leave.”
Somehow they really managed to make their way out, walking towards his ship while Hondo ordered his men not to shoot and tried to convince Kenobi to not make any crazy moves. When they arrived Kenobi moved Hondo so that he could look at him in the eyes and Cody was ready to see Hondo slaughterednbut--
He just let him go, pushed him off the ship and got in, Cody following immediately.
They turned on the ship and left the planet.
Cody was confused. Why hadn't he killed him? Why did he decide to spare that son of a--
“Commander, I'd suggest you to stop thinking so loud.” Kenobi was standing in front of him, the red lightsaber still on.
He is going to kill me now, that's how I'm going to die, because I kriffing helped a Sith get his lightsaber back. Really smart, Cody.
The Sith took a step forward, pointing his lightsaber towards Cody and--
The sound of metal hitting metal met the commander's ears.
He touched his wrists. Kenobi had freed him. “What is that face? Did you really think I was going to kill you? I already told you I would never, didn't I, my dear? As for Hondo, since you seem so curious as to why I didn't kill him, I'd prefer to keep him in my good side since I think he could be... a valuable resource.”
Cody smirked at him. “Well maybe he could, but I doubt you'll ever have the chance to exploit such resource from your cell on Coruscant.” After all he had sent the coordinates for Coruscant in the navicomputer and to modify them, the Sith would have needed his personal code. He had accomplished his mission.
Kenobi laughed at him. “I apologize, my dear, but i'm afraid we're not going to Coruscant.”
“What are you talking about? The navicomputer---”
“Well, I havemy tricks to modify the coordinates, after all I'm a Sith. But don't worry I already sent your position to the Jedi Council, they'll find you soon.”
Cody opened his mouth to say something but the Sith added “Oh look here we are.”
They landed on a planet Cody didn't recognize and Kenobi left him there, waiting for someone to come pick him up while he left with his ship.
#
The days following their encounter had been hell for Cody.
After they picked him up from that planet, they asked a full report on the mission and every day he had a scheduled meeting with the Council during which the Jedi basically interrogated him about what had happened and what the Sith had said.
Of course, no one faulted him for not completing the mission, after all he had warned them about the fact that it could probably be a trap and he had been right. General Plo Koon even apologized for “making him go through all that”.
He looked exhausted during these days and he knew it. When someone of his closest vod made a comment about it or asked if he was okay he always answered by saying that all the paperwork he had to do and the meetings he was attending to were starting to tire him out, he had alway preferred fights over paperwork.
Everyone thought it was strange for Cody to admit his exhaustion, and he could tell even if no one had explicitally told him so. Normally he would never admit his tireness.
But he preferred to say an half truth so that his vods would not question further than to admit why he always looked so tired.
The truth was... he couldn't sleep.
The first night he slept after the “incident” on Florrum he woke up with his balcks wet and his dick still hard. He couldn't recall much of the dream, but he remembered enough.
Something tight and warm around his cock.
Pale skin reddened by the marks he had left.
Auburn hair around his fingers and--
That voice. Obsceningly moaning the commander's name.
He had shaken his head entering the fresher and took a very cold shower. He focused on the feeling of the cold water on his skin and closed his eyes, but as soon as he did that flashes of his dream came back to him, so he opened his eyes immeditely. He could not dream about doing those things, not with him.
He was a Sith and a killer and was--
Terribly hot. And flirty.
Kriff.
He had stepped outside the shower and took a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
“Such a shame the pirates decided to leave your armor on, I bet I would have had a very nice view to look at right now...”
Cody had found himself wondering if the Sith really thought all the things he had said about him or maybe-- He had shaken his head shaking the thoughts away.
Fierfek, he had it bad.
Whatever he did, he couldn't help but remember some of Kenobi's flirty lines.
When he looked at a vod he remembered his comments “So tell me commander is everyone in your army as hot as yourself or is it just you?”
When gave orders to his men he could almost hear him purr “Well if you ask so nicely, Commander”
And so on.
At night, when he finally closed his eyes after all the work he had to do, he always dreamt of him.
Of them.
Together.
Sometimes when he woke up he could recall the whole dream, other times he woke knowing who he had dreamt about, but not remembering almost any of it. But there were some features, some characteristics, he always remembered.
He recalled his mouth, so full and pink and oh so hot and wet and tight where he needed it the most.
His pale skin that reddened so nicely when he gripped at his hips.
His auburn hair that felt so soft through his finger and that made the Sith moan so nicely if he pulled them just so.
And most of all he remembered his voice. The sound he made were enough to make Cody fully hard even if he just thought about them.
When he woke up from such dreams he immediately went to take a cold shower because he would never, ever, touch himself thinking about the ̶h̶o̶t̶ Sith.
Days passed and even if with the passing of time his days were tormented a bit less by the remembrance of Kenobi, his dreams only seemed to increase.
He just couldn't get him out of his head. At least not while he and his men were stuck on Coruscant with almost nothing to do.
Until finally, finally, the generals assigned them a new mission. They had located Grievous.
Finally he could focus his attention on something that would distract him from Kenobi.
He communicated the news to his men.
They were leaving for Utapau.
#
Cody managed to keep his mind busy during all their trip in hypespace. At least enough to limit the unwanted thoughts about the Sith to his dreams. Apparently he couldn't escape from those.
But, ofcourse, things started to go wrong the exact moment they landed on the kriffing planet.
General Grievous' droid army, the army they trained to fight against to, had been destroyed. There were clankers' rests everywhere and it was no mistery what had caused their destruction “A lightsaber.”
Thanks Boil, no one would have EVER guessed.
The commander signaled his men to be silent and stay focused. They divided in small groups to look for any sign of Grievous.
Why did he destroy his own army? It didn't make any sense---
Except it did, when they found his body, if one could still call that a body.
Cody had a really bad feeling about that. He squatted near the corpse to analyze it and--
Suddendly he heard a loud thump. He turned around just in time to see his men being thrown against the nearby walls by an invisible force.
He immediately took out his blaster and pointed towards where he believed the attack had come from and--
And he saw him. Kenobi.
He shot, but the Sith just shielded himself with his red lightsaber until he was almost in front of Cody, so the commander immediately passed to hand-to-hand combat.
He feigned a punch aimed to his oppnent's face and, when he saw the Sith move to protect himself from the incoming blow, Cody moved to disarm him instead.
Then he attempted to hit him with a kick, but Kenobi easily dodged the blow, so he moved to punch him, but his opponent moved to the side and moved two fingers towards the commander's temple.
“Not bad, my dear” the Sith smiled. Cody's legs sagged and he felt himself falling face-first towards the ground.
The last thing he felt before everything went dark were two strong arms embracing him and keeping him from collapsing on the ground.
#
The first thing he noticed when he regained consciousness was that he was far too confortable. He opened his eyes and found himself on a huge bed; probably the bigger bed he had ever seen.
For a second he struggled to remember what had happned. He and his men had gone on Utapau to find Grievous and then--
Oh no. No no no no no no.
He jumped off the bed. There were no restraints, strange, but good. He still wore his armor, but his blaster was nowhere to be seen.
“Oh good you're awake.”
Cody turned around.
Kenobi was standing in the doorway, leaning on the wall. He wore a tight black tunic that showed the outline of his muscles and--
He looked up immediately and felt his skin heat up.
Shit, there was no way Kenobi hadn't seen him looking at his muscles...
Glimpses of his dreams came back to him and he did his best to not focus on them or on how handsome the Sith looked or on how much he wanted to--
Kenobi smirked “Oh my, commander, your face sure is red, is everything alright?” .
“I'll feel better when I'll know where my men are, Sith”
“Your men are fine, don't worry. They are in other ooms; unluckily my ship does not have enough room so many of them had to share one. But since you are their commander I decided to give you some... privacy. I don't think they'll mind.”
“How do I know you are not lying?”
Kenobi put a hand on his heart and puted “My dear, you hurt me! After all we've been through together you do not believe me? You should know I would never kill someone without a reason.”
“And what reason did you have to kill Grievous?”
“That's quite a complicated topic. Perhaps we could talk about it over dinner?”
“Dinner?”
Kenobi led him outside the room and through many different corridors that looked almost the same, until they arrived to an enormous room.
In the middle there was a table already prepared for their dinner. They sat.
“Well enjoy your meal, commander.”
Kenobi started to eat, but Cody always learnt from his mistakes, so he didn't touch anything.
“You're not eating?” the Sith questioned
“It's ironic you're asking me that, considering you were kidnapped by the pirates too.”
“Ah. You shall not worry about the food being drugged, my dear. I would never use such uncivillized methods. If I wanted to keep you unconscious I would have done so.”
“What about my men. Did they eat?”
“Yes, I had their food delivered to them about an hour ago. And also I had some medic droid look them over and treat their injuries, before you ask”
Hearing that Cody visibly relaxed. He did not know why, but he istinctually trusted the man and knowing that his vods were fine made him feel far better.
He looked at his plate and took the fork noticing that the Sith had also given him a knife. Clearly Kenobi didn't recognize him as a threat.
He took a bite of the food.
It tasted good and he didn't die or faint, so it relly wasn't poisoned.
“See? I told you not to worry. You stress yourself far too much, my dear; you should find a way to... you know... blow off some steam...” His voice low and dark again.
Not this flirty lines again!
“I already told you to stop calling me that and address to me as commander. Also you said we could talk about what happened to Grievous over dinner, so talk.”
“Ohhh already taking charge, commander? And here I thought I should have been the one making questions”
Somehow that's even worse! Why does he have to say 'commander' in that way?? And why does he have to talk in that way??
“But since you seem really interested I'll tell you why I killed him. I want to reach a goal and Grievous was in my way, so I eliminated him.”
“And what would your goal be?”
“Well, peace in the Galaxy, of course. That's why I had joined the Jedi, at first.”
What?
“You? A Jedi?”
“Yes, and one of the best if I may say so. Didn't they tell you?”
“It wasn't a crucial information for the purpose of our mission. If your goal was to bring peace why did you leave the Jedi Order?”
The Sith smirked “Is it a crucial information for your mission now, commander?”
No it isn't. He didn't say it out loud, they both knew the answer, but-- he wanted to know. To understand why he joined the Dark Side and the Separatists, how could he believe to bring peace in the Galaxy by joining those who caused the war.
“It wasn't long until I came to see the hypocricity of the Council, the uselessness of old rules written in their codes and I realized that the Jedi would have never brought peace. I joined the dark side, commander, because this way I am free to act as I please, to do what needs to be done to bring peace in the galaxy.” He got up and walked towards Cody.
“Then I made a plan. The Jedi are no threat for me, they are weak and too bound to their useless rules. The real threat where the Sith; they are unpredictable and well hidden, but I was smarter. I pretended to join their cause in the war until I became more and more important in their plans. With every mission I accomplished I became stronger and stronger in the Dark Side and the Separatists generals trusted me more ad more. And now, I know every role and every hidden identity, and I plan to eliminate them all, just as I did with Grievous, in order to finally bring peace in the Galaxy.”
“You mean in order to issue an empire under your command.”
“Yes, that would be the plan. After I'll kill all my targets I will be the new Sith Lord, the most powerful being in the galaxy. You should have understood it by now, there can not be peace if there are more people in power perpetually fighting each other. There must be only. One. Strong. Ruler.” He stopped so close to Cody that the commander just had to tilt his head up a bit to press their lips together and--
He shook the thought away and asked instead “Why are you telling me all this?”
“I'm telling you all this, commander, because I akways know what I want. And I know that when I'll rule on the Galaxy, and I will, I want you to be by my side.”
“What?”
Cody couldn't move. What did he just say? He wanted him by his side, did he mean--
“I said--”
He sat on Cody's lap, swinging his legs on either side of his hips while keeping eye contact “I want you by my side as my commander and my lover.”
The commander didn't know what to say. He knew he shouldn't, but he felt attracted to the man on his lap more than he had ever felt to anyone else. But he couldn't, he was Marshal Commander Cody of the GAR he could not--
But in that moment it didn't matter, because Kenobi moved forward just a bit and suddenly all his curves were pressing in all the right places and his lips were right beside his ear--
“You think far too much, my dear.”
And then he was kissing him. His lips were just as soft as Cody had dreamed, but the kiss was something else entirely, it was a million times better than what he had imagined.
It was not sweet and soft; it was all toungue and teeth and it was almost as if they were fighting. Then Kenobi bit his bottom lip, grinding his hips against Cody's now hard cock and the commader couldn't help but moan, moving his hand to grip at the other man's hair pushing their lips back together and--
He stopped all at once.
“No. I can't do that.”
“Why not? I know you want it. I could feel how much you wanted me through the Force on Florrum, and I can definitely feel it now. Why are you holding back? ”
“Even if I wanted it it would not be right!”
“How could this not be right? You can't not have felt it, commander, the Force almost sings when we are together. We are meant for one another.”
“But the Republic..”
“Kriff the Republic! What has it ever done for you and your brothers? It treated you as slaves, as if you were machines! I would treat you as you should be: as men and warriors! I would protect you!I wouldn't let anyone mistreat you again. You don't owe anything to those people, you and your brothers should be free to make your own decisions!”
“We are free to make our ouwn decions, we're not droid, we're not programmed!”
“Really? Ever heard of order 66?”
Cody frowned “Order what?”
“Order 66. I'll give you the short story. When the Chancellor will tell you to execute such order, an inhibiitor chip inserted in the brain of every clone will activate forcing you to obey his every order. You won't have your freedom or even your own personality anymore. Still think the Republic is the good one?”
Cody felt sick. There was a what in his brain?
He pushed Kenobi off of him and got up faster than he had ever moved in his entire life.
He raised his hand touched his temple.
“You're lying.”
“No I'm not. I've taken a trip to Kamino recently and stole some interesting dossier. Would you like to read it yourself?”
He didn't esitate for a second “Yes.”
If Kenobi was telling the truth yjen he and his brothers--
No, he would let no one activate those chips. If what the Sith said was true, he would kill the chancellor himself to save his brothers.
°°°
It turned out Kenobi did not lie. He looked at the dossier and went to the medbay to see for himself: there was a chip attached to his brain.
A part of him wished the Sith was lying, but it was impossible. The technology of the chip was clearly kaminoan and, even if Kenobi had stlen it from them, it was unlikely that he could have inserted them in so little time. Plus even if he had put them he should have left a scar or shaved his head. So it was just impossible that he was making this up.
“But.. why? Why would the chancellor do that?”
“Because he is the Sith Lord the Jedi were looking for.”
“The Chancellor a Sith?”
“Yes. It has always been him. Now you understand how weak the Jedi are? How blind? The Sith Lord was right in front of their eyes, but they never realized it.”
He touched his temple again. He couldn't believe that. The Reoublic, the Jedi, everything was corrupted. And they had been betrayed. All the hopes and dreams they had fro the end of the war meant nothing.
They would just shut them off to use them as if they were machines, as if they were droids.
His head hurt.
He wanted that chip out of his head. And he wanted it out now.
“Remove it.”
“Beg your pardon?”
Cody turned from where he was observing the imagine of the chip to look at the other man.
“Remove the chip. Now. I don't care if you'll have to split my head open to take it out. You said you would protect us and treat us as men. Prove it. Remove. My. Chip.”
He couldn't stand the idea of having that thing inside of him a second more.
“Alright.”
°°°
When Cody woke up he found himself in the same room where he had regained consciousness that evening. He lifted himself moving to sit on the bed and groaned. His head hurt; he pressed his hand against his right temple, where it hurt the most, and noticed it had been shaved.
Right, the chip.
“Easy there, don't move too fast.”
Kenobi
“How do you feel?”
Cody though about it for a good minute. For the first time in his life he felt-- good. Free. As if a weight had been taken off his shoulders.
“Good.”
“Well, that's nice to hear.” The Sith moved in the room heading towards what Cody realized was a kitchenette.
“I' ll make you some tea, it will help you get better.”
Cody didn't answer. He just looked at him.
Kenobi had removed his cloack and was wearing a really tight tunic that outlined all of his muscles, while the Sith's legs filled his leggins oh so nicely. His hair were tidy as always and the commander found himself longing to take a handful of his auburn strands and push his lips towards his, kissing as they had before and--
“Having some nice thoughts, my dear?”
Of course he knew what he was thinking. He could also probably feel how much Cody wanted him in that moment.
The commander looked for a reason, any reason, to stop himself, but he couldn't find any.
The Republic had betrayed them, and now he was free. He was no longer forced to put aside his own wants. Nor did he want to anyway.
So he got up and headed towards the Sith while simply answering “Yes.”
“Do you want to tell me about them?”
The Sith moved from the kitchenette leaning on the wall. Cody stopped when their bodies were pressed flush together, pinning Kenobi to the wall.
“How about I show you instead?” He whispered, their lips almost touching.
“Sounds like a good plan to me, my dear”
“It's commander.”
He closed the distance between them and kissed him. Hard. Possessive. Their tongues fighting for dominance and teeth clashing together, one Cody's hands keeping Kenobi's pinned to the wall while the other was at the Sith's hips.
Too soon Cody broke the kiss and Kenobi followed the other's mouth trying to steal another one, but the commander's free hand grasped at his hair and yanked his head back against the wall, making him groan and giving himself access to the other's neck.
He immediately started to leave a trail of kisses on the column of his neck, pulling small noises from the Sith, and then bit him, hard, right on his pulse point. Kenobi couldn't help but moan to the sudden feeling of pain and pleasure.
Cody lifted his face from the Sith's neck and looked at the mark he had just left, humming
“Good. Now everyone will know you are already spoken for.”
“Stopping already? Is that everything you wanted to do commander? Show them that i'm already spoken for?”
What a kriffing tease
“You always have a smart answer don't you?” He moved the hand in his hair to his mouth pushing two of his fingers in and his eyes darkened when Kenobi sucked at them.
“Maybe I should put that mouth of yours to a better use.”
He got his answer when he felt the zip of his lower blacks (luckily his armor had been removed before the operation to remove the chip) opening by itself.
That's for sure a nice way to use the Force.
He pulled his finges out of Kenobi's mouth and used his hand to pull down his pants, groaning as his hard dick finally sprung free.
“On your knees”
He ordered and the man gladly complied, kneeling in front of him so that his face was right in front of the head of Cody's dick.
“Let's see how good you actually are with that tongue, Negotiator.”
The man looked far too smug in his current position, smirking and looking up at him and--
“Yes sir.”
He put his hands behind his back, Cody didn't know if he did it because he had only ordered him to use his mouth or if he did it because he could somehow see what the commander was thinking, then he wetted his lips and oh so slowly he licked his cock from root to tip.
The commander threw his head back in pleasure.
And suddenly he felt something hot and wet engulfing the head of his cock and sucking, making his eyelids flutter closed.
“Fuck!”
He forced his eyes open and looked down. He needed to see him, needed to see how he looked on his knees, with his lips stretched around his cock and--
And oh Force he was looking up at him with his bright yellow eyes, and he didn't break eye-contact, not even for a second, as he moved swallowing more and more of him until his nose touched the commander's groin and he was deepthroating him. It felt like heaven.
Kenobi must have felt his pleasure through the Force because he moaned around his dick, the vibrations increasing the pleasure and--
And then he pulled back not even coughing and swallowed him down again, setting a rythm that was driving Cody mad because he wanted so bad to just move one of his hands to the Sith's head, grasping his hair, and fuck his face; but he did not want to force the other, didn't want to hurt him or--
“You know, commander, I'm not made of glass. If you want to fuck my face--”
He took Cody's right hand and put it on his own head
“Just kriffing do it.”
And Cody did.
He took a handful of his hair and tentatively moved the other's head and barely thrusting his hips and when he understood that Kenobi could take it he started to fuck his mouth with abandon.
He felt the Sith relax his throat and swallow when he kept him still against his groin.
“F-fuck, you feel so good” he moaned feeling the familiar heat of his orgasm build.
Kenobi on the other hand seemed to have sensed how close he was because he doubled his efforts, sliding his tongue on the underside of his dick and sucking hard on the tip.
“Y-yes! Just like that! Kriff I'm so close-- Fuck, Kenobi!”
Suddendly the Sith stopped his movements and pulled Cody's dick out of his mouth with a last lick along the shaft, making him whine at the loss of warmth and wetness where he needed it the most.
“At this point, I'd say we're well past formalities, commander. You can call me Obi-Wan.”
“Well, Obi-Wan, I didn't say you could stop nor did I order you to speak.” He grabbed the other's hair pulling him up so that he was standing right in front of him.
“You know what happens to those who don't follow the comander's orders?” He pulled Obi-Wan's hair making hims gasp and throw his head back. He bit his neck again and then moved his lips to the other's ear whispering in a dark and sultry voice “They get punished”
He released him and asked “Is there some lube in this room?”
“In the bathroom. Bottom left drawer”
Cody felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him as he noticed the Sith was already breathing hard.
“Good boy. I'll go take it, and when I'll come back I want to find you naked on your hands and knees on that bed.”
“Yes sir”
He went to the bathroom and found what he needed almost immediately and then he came back in the bedroom, his dick twitching as he saw that Keno- Obi-Wan was exactly how he had ordered him to be.
He looked so beautiful on all fours on the bed, all pink skin and hard muscles with some freckles here and there, that Cody thought he could stand there looking at him all day, if it wasn't for the hard cock between his legs that was desperate for attention.
He moved as silently as he could, even if he knew it was useless considering that the Sith could probably feel him through the Force, and got on the bed right behind him trailing his fingertips down the line of his spine, making him shiver. He stopped at the swell of his ass, squeezing the muscle hard hearing Obi-Wan's sudden intake of breath and wondering how many other sounds he could pull out of the Sith that night.
He decided it was time to discover it.
He lifted his hand and brought it back down, not too hard, and heard the othe gasp his name. He bent down so that they were flush together, chest to back, and whispered in his ear
“What was that?” He landed anothe blow, harder than the first one, but not enough to leave a mark.
“Fuck commander, please!” Another blow
“Look at you, a great Sith, begging me so nicely.”
He landed another strike and watched as the Sith thrusted his hips forward, seeking for any kind of friction against his dick.
“All those great speeches about being a strong ruler, while in reality you're nothing more than a slut.” Another blow.
“F-fuck! Yes!”
He lubed his fingers and slowly inserted one. Kriff, he was so tight and hot! He started to slowly fuck him with his finger until he was ready for a second one.
“Such a nice whore. Taking my fingers so well and making such nice noises.”
He kept on exploring his insides with his fingers until he, finally, found the spot tha made Obi-Wan's back arch and his toes curl and as soon as he found it Cody built a steady rythm, fucking him hard and deep and hitting that spot with every thrust of his fingers.
“A-ah commander!” Cody could feel his own dick throb and pulse, clearly more than interested in the whole situation. He moved his free hand around Obi-Wan's body, taking his very hard cock in his hand and slowly stroking him, making him moan out loud.
“Say it. Say you are my whore, that you belong to me.”
“Yes- yes! I'm your whore, I'm yours- Ah- please- please I'm so close!”
Cody gave another two hard thrusts and then clenched his hand around the base of Obi-Wan's dick, keeping him from coming.
“That's for having disobeyed me before.”
“Fuck! Please! I'm sorry- I'm so sorry, just fuck me I beg you!”
“Oh well, if you ask so nicely, my dear”
He lubed his dick and then slid it up and down against him teasingly a couple of times and then asked, voice so deep he almost didn't recognize himself, “Ready?”
“Yes! Oh Force yes!”
He buried himself deep in him with one swift motion, making the both of them groan.
They both remained still for what felt like forever, getting adjusted to the new sensations, Cody hiding his face in the crook of the other's neck breathing hard and waiting for Obi-Wan to tell him it was ok to move and--
And he got his permission, eventually, when Obi-Wan moved his hips, fucking himself on Cody's dick.
He slowly pulled out until just the tip was inside and then thrust back in, the both of them moaning, increasing his speed and strenghth, Obi-Wan meeting his thrusts.
“Shit you're so kriffing tight!”
They were both close when Cody pulled out, manhandling a very confused Obi-Wan so that the Sith was on top of him. He grabbed the other's hips and gave one hard thrust, the change of angle letting Cody hit Obi-Wan deeper, finding that spot again. He watched in awe as the other's eyes fluttered closed and threw his head back in pleasure.
“Fuck, yes! Right there!”
“Show me how you want it. Fuck yourself on my dick.”
And he did. He put his hands on Cody's chest for leverage and then lifted his hips, slowly, looking at him in the eyes, until Cody was almost all the way out and then he licked his lips and fell back down, hard, making Cody see stars.
“Ahhh-- Just like this... Good boy...”
He quickened his pace, impaling himself on Cody's dick at a steady pace and moaning with abandon, walls clenching around his cock every now and then when he hit that spot deep inside him.
It felt better than any sex Cody had had before and he wished they could stay like this forever, but he felt himself getting closer and, judging by the noises he was making, Obi-Wan had to be close too, but they were not quite there yet.
They needed more.
Cody couldn't hold back anymore. The sounds, the heat, even the scent coming from Obi-Wan were making him loose control. He begun to move his hips, setting a punishing pace, meeting Obi-Wan's thrusts and doubling their pleasure.
“Oh yes! I'm so close! Please let me cum, commander”
“I want to hear you scream my name when you do; I want everyone on this ship to know exactly who has been fucking you, who can make you scream like this. Can you do this for me?”
“Oh Force-- yes! Yes!”
“Then cum”
And Obi-Wan obeyed, coming screaming Cody's name, painting his stomach with white stripes of cum and collapsing on top of Cody while the other kept fucking him through his orgasm until he couldn't hold his orgasm back anymore.
He thrusted two-- three more times before he stilled deep inside him painting his insides moaning Obi-Wan's name.
They both stayed like this, totally spent and boneless, for a moment; then Cody gently put the Sith on the bed and took a wet rag to clean them both. He collapsed on the bed next to his lover a moment later, holding him close and shielding him from the rest of the world. They fell asleep just like that, with a last kiss and whispering good nights.
#
When he woke up the day after he and Obi-Wan discussed about their next move.
“I was thinking we could head towards Kamino. So we could remove all the chips easily and free your brothers. Then we can think about the Chancellor and his minions.”
Cody had agreed immediately and went to explain his vods the situation.
In the end it did not take long, just a brief description of what had happened in the previous 48 hours and what they had discovered.
He told them about the corruption of the Republic and the uselessness of the Jedi Council.
They felt just how he did when Obi-Wan told him these things. Betrayed. Used. Sick. And of course they all accepted to collaborate with Obi-Wan. (After their first meeting with the Sith Waxer and Boil even had the guts to make some stupid comment about Obi-Wan's being very hot and Cody taking 48 hours to talk with him.)
With his men by his side and Ohnaka as his weapons supplier (Yes, kriffing Ohnaka. Turns out Obi-Wan was right about keeping him alive), Obi-Wan and Cody conquered Kamino without too many hardships and then, after freeing the majority of the vode and abiding part of Kamino for the removal of the chip, they fought and won all of their battles and killed all of their targets.
And finally, after a whole year of battles, they arrived on Coruscant to eliminate Palpatine. Cody watched fascinated as his lover fought gracefully against the Sith Lord. It almost looked as if he was dancing a fatal dance, moving swiftly with his lightsaber and striking to kill.
Of course he won.
He took Palpatine's place and proclaimed himself Galactic emperor.
He let the Jedi live, in exile and gave freedom to the vode, enacting a law for their rights.
Finally Cody was free. And he was exactly where he wanted to be: next to his husband, the Sith Lord and Emperor Obi-Wan Kenobi.