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"Hey! What are you doing?" Obi-Wan grabs desperately for something to hold onto as Janog lifts him over this shoulder in a fireman's carry. Rex and Anakin are left standing in the hallway, gaping, where Obi-Wan was having a perfectly normal conversation before Jango intervened.
"I’m kidnapping you," Jango answers as he shifts his hold on Obi-Wan to get a better grip on him, one hand over his thighs for balance.
"May I ask why you saw it fit to kidnap me this beautiful morning?" Obi-Wan is mostly not complaining, the war has been over for almost three months, and his workload has not lessened the way he thought it would. It had increased instead, apparently finding out that the Republic's Supreme Chancellor is a Sith Lord and then leading a strike team against said Sith Lord came with paperwork and responsibilities. Obi-Wan would even admit to being impressed with Jango's restraint, they had not seen each other in weeks, and Obi-Wan might have been ready to facilitate an escape attempt himself. That Jango is now doing the heavy lifting, so to speak, gives Obi-Wan the perfect alibi to the Council.
Speaking of.
Obi-Wan waves at Mace Windu as they pass, and he can feel Jango giving Mace a nod, but don't slow down to chat. Mace opens his mouth to ask but shakes his head and decides he rather not know. Mace does send his amusement through the Force at him, then turns to Pond and continues down the hall in the opposite direction.
Jango still hasn’t answered the question, so Obi-Wan lifts a hand and digs a finger into between the seams of the armor. Not many people are aware of this, but Jango is ticklish, and Obi-Wan is not above abusing this knowledge to get what he wants.
Instead of answers, all it earns him is a swat to his ass and a command to stop that.
"Where are we going?" Obi-Wan tries again.
"To Slave I." Is all Jango says.
Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. Yes, that was quite clear when they passed into the shuttle bay. He waves to a passing Padawan and smiles reassuringly at the Zabrak's wide-eyed concern. To be on the safe side, he sends a wave of reassurance through the force as well.
Before Obi-Wan can continue the interrogation they stop and he is sat gently on his feet in a shuttle.
"Boba, take us out of here," Jango yells to the cockpit, and some part of Obi-Wan settles down. He had wondered where the kid had gotten to.
"Yes, buir."
Crossing his arms, Obi-Wan looks down at a grinning Jango. "You know how I hate to repeat myself." He raises an unimpressed eyebrow at Jango. "Where are we going?"
"And I told you," Jango raises his unimpressed eyebrow, but he is still grinning. "We are going to Slave I."
"And where is your ship?"
"On the Negotiator." Before Obi-Wan can ask any more questions, Jango leans up and kisses him, with tongue. And really, can anyone blame Obi-Wan for being slightly distracted by this turn of events. Obi-Wan slides a hand into Jango's hair and tugs, the moan he receives goes straight to his dick, and Obi-Wan is reminded that it has been almost a month since they last spent any more than five minutes alone together.
Between the paperwork, Anakin's surprise children, and the Clone Citizen Bill, he has not taken the time to be with Jango. That won't stand.
When they finally part Obi-Wan don't go far. He leans his forehead to Jango's and just holds him.
"Hi," Jango says and smiles at Obi-Wan.
"Hello." Obi-Wan leans down for another kiss and is rewarded with Jango's hand squeezing his ass. When they break apart again, they are both panting, and Obi-Wan has lost all track of time. Jango usually has that effect on him.
"I missed you," Obi-Wan says as he slides his mouth down Jango's jaw and his neck, nipping and sucking as he goes. Jango only hums in pleasure and tightens his hold on Obi-Wan.
They are pulled apart by the feeling of the shuttle landing on, presumably, the Negotiator. The shuttle ramp lowers seconds later, and an unimpressed Cody greets them. They can’t see his face, but it's all in the shoulders.
"Ah, Commander Cody." Obi-Wan runs a hand through his hair and tries to straighten out his tunics discreetly. Probably not successfully if the troopers snickering behind Cody is anything to go by.
"General." There is a slight pause. "Fett." Cody's voice is carefully neutral in a way Obi-Wan knows Cody learned from him. Obi-Wan knows Cody and Jango don't always get along. Still, they are both professionals, and they have buried the metaphorical hatchet, or maybe not so metaphorical if the rumors Boil told him is true.
"Commander Cody." Jango's voice is full of amusement. "You got everything ready." That makes Obi-Wan blink, and he narrows his eyes at Cody. If Cody was in on this, whatever this was, it could not be good.
The slight turn of Cody's helmet somehow implies Cody's absolute disbelief that Jango even needs to ask and that Cody is now questioning Jango's ability to think logically. Obi-Wan would like to point out that he did not teach Cody that, but Obi-Wan is pretty sure he has used that exact expression on Anakin before. In Obi-Wan's defense, it had been an idiotic plan.
"Yes."
Jango huffs and reaches for Obi-Wan, who takes two quick steps down the ramp to join Cody. That was enough manhandling for one day. Thank you very much. Obi-Wan did have vis dignity after all.
"Everything well with the men, commander?"
Cody's shoulders loosen, and he gestures for Obi-Wan to walk with him. "Everything is fine, General. We are heading out on the first supply run tomorrow."
"Good, that's good." And it is, the galaxy is not quite at peace yet, but they are getting there, and this supply run to the outer rim is one of many new policies enacted by Chancellor Mothma, and they are truly helping again. The troops are getting paid, and several planets have offered to house the clones if they choose to leave the military. There is even talk of getting them their own planet, but that is still in the Senate committees and should not be ready for another two months.
When Obi-Wan is dragged out of his thoughts again, and he finds himself stands in front of Slave I, blinking up at the lowering ramp. He glances at Cody, but he has affected an air of innocence, so he let it slide.
Boba bounds past him, and Jango follow at a more leisurely pace. He stops to nod at Cody, then pulls Obi-Wan with him up the ramp.
When they are all inside, Boba in the cockpit again, Cody shouts up the closing ramp. "Enjoy your honeymoon!"
Obi-Wan twists to look wide-eyed at Cody, but the ramp is closing, and the ship is taking off. He turns to Jango, but Jango is glaring at where they saw Cody last, and he is blushing.
"To have a honeymoon, you first have to be married or have I missed something," Obi-Wan asks, trying to get his heart back under control.
"Yes, you do." Jango meets his eyes and smiles ruefully. "I was going to ask later, but.." Jango trails off and takes a deep breath.
"You remember that night on Ryloth?" He asks.
"Which time?" Obi-Wan counters and wants to smack himself in the face. He knows which time Jango is talking about. There can only be one time.
"That night you agreed to marry me."
Of course, Obi-Wan remembers, there had been a battle early in the war, and Obi-Wan had gotten injured. He had spent days in a bacta tube, and when he was finally released, Jango had been waiting for him in Obi-Wan's rooms. That night Jango had asked him to marry him, and Obi-Wan had wanted so badly to agree, but he could not leave the order or his men to fight this war without him.
"I'm not asking you to leave the Order, cyar'ika." They were laying in bed, Jango propped up on an elbow looking down on Obi-Wan, trailing a finger down his cheek.
"Not directly no, but that would be the consequences of saying yes." Obi-Wan had studied Jango's face as he frowned.
"Explain." Jango's voice was soft but demanding.
"I swore an oath to the Force and the Republic. That I would serve them and forsake all other." Obi-Wan smiled sadly. "A wedding woe would not necessarily conflict with it, but there are certain codes we Jedi follow that forbids attachment."
Jango frowned but leaned down to kiss him softly and thoroughly. "Aren't I already an attachment?" Jango shifted and pressed Obi-Wan down into the sheets. Their cocks rubbed together, and Obi-Wan moaned. "I feel quite attached to you." His voice was low in his chest, and the vibrations felt good.
Pulling back Obi-Wan put a hand on cheek, stroking his thumb under Jango's eye.
"Yes, but there is a difference in walking close to the line and deliberately crossing it." Obi-Wan's voice was slightly hoarse, so he leaned up and kissed Jango again. He would never grow tired of it, of kissing Jango, of having him on top of him like this. He slid his other arm around Jango's waist and pulled him closer. They were now hip to hip and chest to chest. He could feel every breath of air Jango drew, and if Obi-Wan had his way, he would never move from this spot. Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut. He would be selfish, just this once he would ask for the things he wanted.
"Would you ask again?" Jango froze and met Obi-Wan's eyes, and he licked his suddenly dry lips. "After the war? Would you wait until after the war?"
"You would leave the order for me?" Jango's voice was low and demanding.
"Yes." The answer was quick. Obi-Wan did not need to think long about this. He wanted what Jango was offering.
"Yes." Jango echoed back and smiled at Obi-Wan’s confusion. "I will never ask you to leave the Jedi Order for me." When Obi-Wan made to protest, Jango leaned down and kissed him hard and long. "But I would wait for you forever if you asked me to."
There had been no more talking that night, and in the morning when they had gotten dresses, Jango had offered his left vambrace to Obi-Wan. There had been a slight hesitation on Obi-Wan's side, but Jango had waited and didn’t press the issue. In the end, Obi-Wan had taken it and offered Jango his left vambrace in return. There had been more kisses, and Obi-Wan had almost been late to the meeting at the bridge. If Cody had noticed that Obi-Wan's left vambrace was a different color than his usual, he had not said anything, but if Obi-Wan had seen credits changing hands the next time they meet up with the 501st, well, he hadn't said anything either.
"I know I promised I would wait, cyar'ika." Jango’s eyes were steady, unwavering. "But you also asked me to wait until after the war, and." He gestured at everything around them. "The war is over, but you dont-"
"Yes." Obi-Wan interrupted.
Jango blinked and then stepped hopefully forward. "Yes?"
Obi-Wan was grinning now. He had so much paperwork and responsibilities and a hundred things he needed to do, but... "Yes, I will marry you."
They had survived the war, they had survived the Sith, and Obi-Wan wanted to be selfish. Just this once.
Then there was no more time for thinking only kissing. Obi-Wan ended up against the bulkhead, Jango's hands lifting his tights and guiding them around Jango's waist.
Obi-Wan got his own hand in Jango's hair pulling lightly and the other gripping his armored shoulder. And that needed to change. "Off," Obi-Wan complained. At Jango's confusion, he clarified. "The armor needs to come off, darling. I want to feel you."
"Right, osik, give me a second." Jango put him down and stumbled back and started dropping armor pieces with on the floor.
"Ew, buir not in the cargo hold, I train there." Came Boba's voice over the speakers, and Jango freezes. Obi-Wan let his head fall back and started laughing at the look on his soon to be riduur face.
"He is your kid too," Jango told him grinning.
"Boba is a delight." Obi-Wan countered. "You should worry more about Anakin, since he is now yours as well."
Jango gives him a look of distress, and Obi-Wan laughs harder, then Jango tilted his head, frowning. "Does that make the twins, and Ashoka, my grandchildren?" His voice was now contemplative. "Because I can live with that."
"Probably." Obi-Wan agrees, then grabbed Jango to be the front of his armor with his left arm and pulled him close. Jango's eyes dilated. "Now take me to bed. I need you to fuck me."