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Anakin snuck a glance from his place at the dining room table at Obi-Wan who was sitting in the living room, bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights. It would almost be a perfect evening if Anakin wasn’t working frantically on his final project.
“Keep working,” Obi-Wan ordered, not looking up from his book.
Anakin frowned, turning back to his computer. “How did you know?”
“I always know.” Obi-Wan finally looked up and raised an eyebrow.
“You can go to bed,” Anakin tried. “You don’t have to wait for me.”
“And you don’t tell me what I can and cannot do,” Obi-Wan said matter-of-factly.
Anakin grunted, but turned back to his behemoth of a task. He was fairly sure Obi-Wan was going to be having a very long “conversation” with him later, but for now, the fact that he had procrastinated on his final project was causing him enough pain.
Maybe, just maybe, Obi-Wan was showing leniency, Anakin thought hopefully as Obi-Wan dragged his fingers through Anakin’s wet curls. Shampoo ran down Anakin’s shoulders, to his lower back, and down his legs.
“That feels good,” Anakin murmured, barely audible over the sound of the shower.
Obi-Wan chuckled softly. “Oh, really?”
“Daddy,” Anakin frowned playfully and let his eyes close.
“Careful,” Obi-Wan teased. “You might fall asleep standing up.”
“I’m not tired,” Anakin protested weakly.
“And what have I told you about lying?”
Anakin wrinkled his nose as a response, but let Obi-Wan rinse out the shampoo.
Anakin was snoring in the front seat of the car as Obi-Wan pulled into a stall.
“‘I’m not tired’,” Obi-Wan whispered under his breath with a smirk, putting the car into park. He inhaled deeply and rapped his fingers against his leg, trying to decide if he should wake up Anakin or let him sleep.
Ultimately, he decided to let him sleep. He supposed he didn’t need Anakin to go grocery shopping with him.
But that didn’t mean Anakin was off the hook.
Obi-Wan was pleased to know that his sign on the car window had worked. Anakin was still passed out and the sign was still in place. He took a picture with Anakin in the background and the sign in the foreground. He needed to remember it for posterity.
He was just a little proud of his sign, after all, which read in clear script: “Don’t worry. I have my favorite music. The A/C is on. I’m not in any danger.”
“What?” Obi-Wan teased, pulling into Qui-Gon’s driveway. He looked back at Anakin who didn’t realize he was making a goofy face.
“Oh,” Anakin blushed and wiped the thoughtful expression from his face. “I was just thinking that I should thank you for not cancelling our plans tonight.”
“Go ahead,” Obi-Wan chuckled. “Thank me.”
Anakin grinned and resisted rolling his eyes. “Thank you for not cancelling tonight, Daddy.”
“And why would I think about cancelling our plans?” Obi-Wan coaxed.
Anakin squirmed in his seat and wished Obi-Wan hadn’t turned the car off yet. The silence was deafening. “Because I was naughty and left my project to the last minute when you told me I shouldn’t.”
“Mhm,” Obi-Wan hummed. “And you thought I would punish you for not listening to me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” Anakin mumbled.
“Well, you were right,” Obi-Wan sighed. He unbuckled his seat belt and opened the car door.”
“Daddy,” Anakin groaned and followed Obi-Wan out of the car. He knew that Obi-Wan wasn’t going to let him get away with it (and he truthfully didn’t want that anyway), but that didn’t stop him from having a tiny bit of hope that maybe whatever was coming for him wouldn’t be so bad.
They strolled to Qui-Gon’s front door and Obi-Wan let themselves inside.
“Corner, please,” Obi-Wan said casually, barely even looking at Anakin as he said it.
“Obi-W-” Anakin started complaining. “Daddy!” Why did he have to be punished right now?
“Oh, dear,” Qui-Gon chuckled, coming into the living room from the kitchen. “What has our little boy done now?”
Anakin’s cheeks flamed and he stared at his feet.
“Tell him,” Obi-Wan said seriously.
Anakin wanted to complain, but instead he said quietly, “I waited too long to start a project and it stressed me out and it stressed out Daddy.”
“Hm,” Qui-Gon hummed with a small snorting laugh. “You know where the corner is.” He pointed to the dreaded corner that Anakin knew very well by now.
Anakin hung his head and dragged his feet to his corner prison. “How long?”
“Ten minutes,” Obi-Wan said simply.
“But-” Anakin huffed, twisting his head around. “Xan will be here soon. Can’t we just get it over with?”
“He’s seen you in trouble,” Qui-Gon reminded.
“Yeah, but not like…” Anakin blushed again. “Not like ‘ in trouble’ in trouble.”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan warned. “I’m not going to tell you again. You know how this works.”
Anakin held back another complaint and turned back to the corner, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet. His insides twisted into knots as he heard Qui-Gon (at least he thought it was Qui-Gon) go to the basement and eventually emerge with what Anakin could only assume was a paddle.
Ten minutes was far too long of a punishment for the relative minor infraction that Anakin had committed, he thought sourly to himself. And now Xan was going to see him like this: a truly naughty boy.
He could feel his ears warm as his blush spread, knowing very well that Xan was never late.
As if proving Anakin’s point, there was a knock at the front door and Anakin did all he could not to look as Qui-Gon allowed Xan into the house.
“Oh,” Xan said and Anakin could certainly hear the smirk that was on Xan’s face. “I take it we aren’t starting right away.”
“You will say nothing,” Qui-Gon asserted calmly. “You have been in trouble plenty of times and if you would not like to end up where Anakin currently is, I would advise listening to me.”
“Yes, Master,” came Xan’s obedient response.
“Very good,” Qui-Gon said.
Anakin could hear all three of them settle in the living room. Watching him. Every single one of them knowing what was about to happen.
“Turn around, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said eventually. “And come here.”
Anakin squeezed his eyes shut and squirmed. “I can’t.”
“You can’t do what?”
Anakin shuffled around so that he was facing a room of watchful eyes, though he was relieved to see Xan was kneeling on the floor, gaze directed down.
His relief immediately evaporated upon seeing the bathbrush on the couch, however.
“Daddy,” Anakin pleaded with one word. “Do I really have to be in trouble right now?”
“You don’t think you deserve a spanking?” Obi-Wan asked simply.
Anakin wrinkled his nose in embarrassment and dropped his back, staring at the ceiling.
“I think we should get it out of the way now so we can focus on our evening plans,” Obi-Wan explained.
“Our plans didn’t involve a sore butt!” Anakin protested meekly, eliciting a muffled laugh out of Xan.
“Well…” Obi-Wan mused. “In another way they do.”
“Obi-Wan,” Anakin whined, not particularly caring that he sounded like a child.
“Little one,” Qui-Gon chided gently. “If you want to keep acting like a child, we know how to treat you like one.”
Obi-Wan gave an expectant look at Anakin, raising an eyebrow as he crossed his arms over his chest.
“Sorry, Sir,” Anakin mumbled.
“Smart answer,” Obi-Wan praised.
“As it happens, little one,” Qui-Gon began, “I need to get Xanatos ready.” He pet the top of Xanatos’s head and pulled him to stand. “Take your time,” he said to Obi-Wan and led Xanatos down the basement stairs.
Obi-Wan sat down on the couch, pulling Anakin to stand between his knees. “What did you think about in timeout?”
“How much I didn’t want to be there,” Anakin grumbled.
Obi-Wan chuckled, his mouth curling into a small grin. “I appreciate how honest you are with me.”
“Yeah, well…” Anakin frowned. “Can I be honest again?”
“Go on.”
“I think I was punished enough by the stress,” Anakin said quickly. “I didn’t think it would be as big of a project as it was!”
“Mhm,” Obi-Wan hummed, at least pretending to take Anakin’s commentary into consideration. “And how long did you know about this project?”
Anakin huffed and bit his lower lip. “I don’t know.”
“I thought we were being honest with each other.”
“A few weeks,” Anakin replied. “I don’t know the exact date though.”
“And when did you choose to start?”
Anakin glanced at the ground, avoiding Obi-Wan’s gaze. “Last week.”
“Do you think you were given a few weeks for a reason?”
Anakin groaned, growing tired of this conversation. “I’m sorry.”
“I am sure you are,” Obi-Wan replied easily. “Now answer my question.”
Bouncing on the tips of his toes, Anakin bit out quickly, “Yes. I should have started it earlier.”
“I’m glad we agree,” Obi-Wan mused. “Pants and underwear off. You won’t need them for a while anyway.”
“It’s not like my boxers really do anything to protect me,” Anakin grumbled.
“Your boxers didn’t do anything wrong,” Obi-Wan chuckled. “I’m not going to punish them.”
“Daddy!” The blush reemerged on Anakin’s face as he undid the knot on his athletic pants and pulled them down to his ankles, followed immediately by his briefs. His caged cock hung limply between his legs, but Anakin knew better than to try and cover it. He stepped out of his clothes and waited to be told to go over Obi-Wan’s knee.
“Over my lap, please,” Obi-Wan said, patting his thigh.
Anakin sighed, and laid across Obi-Wan’s lab, his feet on the floor.
“How are naughty boys punished in our house?”
Anakin covered his face with his hands and groaned loudly. “No swearing, no moving, no coming.”
“And?” Obi-Wan coaxed.
“And no warm-up.”
“Good boy,” Obi-Wan praised and picked up the bathbrush, tapping it against Anakin’s backside. “I don’t think this needs to be a particularly hard one. We have a lot to get to.”
Anakin could have kissed Obi-Wan right there until the bathbrush came swinging down and Anakin yelped loudly.
“This will not happen again, Anakin,” Obi-Wan warned, punctuating his points with a few hard smacks.
“I know!” Anakin said quickly, willing his legs to stay in place when another harsh whack of the brush landed directly on his sitspot. “It won’t!”
“Because if it does-” Obi-Wan spanked the same spot rapidly three times “-you are ending up right back in this position and it will be much worse.”
“Ouch!” Anakin cried out. “I’m sorry!”
“I know,” Obi-Wan reassured. He gave a few more hard whacks and set the bathbrush aside. “All done.”
At least Anakin could tell himself that he didn’t cry and managed to keep a little bit of his dignity. He let Obi-Wan help him stand, which was much easier than usual without a pair of pants impeding his movement.
“I won’t do that again,” Anakin promised as Obi-Wan stood from the couch and drew him in for a hug.
“I suppose we’ll see about that,” Obi-Wan chuckled. “Are you ready to start?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Anakin nodded quickly.
“Then let’s begin,” Obi-Wan said mischievously. He took Anakin by the hand and directed them towards the basement stairs.
The heavy thud of his feet hitting the basement steps counted down to what Anakin had been looking forward to all week, even if he didn’t know exactly what Daddy and Sir had in mind.
If Anakin’s cock was capable of getting hard in his cock cage, it certainly would have at the sight that was in front of him. There was Xanatos, his arms tied behind his back with bright red rope. He was face down on the bed with his ass in the air as if just waiting to be fucked.
To complete the look, a large ball gag was in Xan’s mouth.
Anakin wished that were him.
“Xanatos’s job tonight is to come,” Qui-Gon explained. “As many times as possible.”
Obi-Wan tugged Anakin’s shirt off, letting it fall to the floor.
“Yes, Sir,” Anakin said obediently, now standing completely naked.
“And your job tonight is to ensure that happens,” Obi-Wan said.
Anakin thrilled at the thought. “Do I get to-”
“No,” Obi-Wan interrupted. “You will not be coming.”
Anakin’s mouth dropped open. “Daddy! That’s not fair!”
“One more complaint out of you and you won’t be coming for the foreseeable future,” Obi-Wan warned.
Anakin huffed, putting on his best pouty face. “Yes, Daddy.” Even if what he really wanted to say was, “How is that different from normal?”
“Go and get him ready,” Qui-Gon directed, giving Anakin’s slightly red ass a pat.
Anakin padded across the room and climbed onto the bed behind Xanatos. He hadn’t been instructed exactly how to make Xan come, but Anakin had always wanted to try something that Obi-Wan did to him.
Anakin leaned down and lathed his tongue over Xan’s rim, eliciting a muffled groan. Just that sound shot a shiver up Anakin’s spine. He wondered if this was how Obi-Wan felt, with the weight of responsibility.
He slipped his tongue just past Xan’s rim, feeling the muscle slowly relax.
“Good boy,” Obi-Wan murmured in Anakin’s ear.
Anakin moaned softly. Emboldened by the praise, he reached his hand through Xan’s legs and began stroking his cock.
The muscle around Anakin’s tongue tightened suddenly with the unexpected new touch and Xan groaned low and long through the ball gag.
Anakin did his best to keep to a steady rhythm, but it was harder than it seemed when Obi-Wan was the one doing it to him. Xan’s moans spurred him on until he heard Qui-Gon’s low chuckle behind him.
He glanced behind him, reluctant to stop his ministrations. “What?”
“If you were like this, how would I make you come?” Obi-Wan murmured in Anakin’s ear. He sat on the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight.
“I’m not very good at that,” Anakin admitted sheepishly.
“I can teach you.” Obi-Wan added lube to his fingers and took Anakin’s hand to add lube to his.
Anakin watched lips parted as Obi-Wan ran a finger over Xanatos’s rim and then slowly slid inside. There was a brief moment while Obi-Wan worked his way inside before Xanatos let out a moan that seemed unmuffled even by the ball gag.
A self-satisfied grin spread over Obi-Wan’s face. “There it is.” He took Anakin’s hand by the wrist. “Put your finger by mine.”
Anakin inserted his finger next to Obi-Wan’s, trying to match where the tip of Obi-Wan’s was resting.
“Good boy,” Obi-Wan praised quietly and sat back as he removed his finger.
Anakin practically purred at the praise, rubbing his finger back and forth over Xan’s prostate. Low groans muffled by Xan’s ball gag spurred Anakin on. Though it seemed despite his best efforts, he couldn’t make Xan come.
There was a moment where it seemed like Xan was getting close, but as soon as Anakin switched the motion, Xanatos’s breathing leveled out.
Low laughter made its way to Anakin’s ears and he turned his head sharply to look at the source: Qui-Gon.
“You’re edging him,” Qui-Gon chuckled. “Now that isn’t very nice of you.”
“Sorry!” Anakin apologized quickly and rapidly took out his finger on instinct.
“Do you like it when we do that to you?” Qui-Gon asked directly.
Anakin didn’t want to admit that sometimes he did like it. Instead he said, “No, Sir.” He turned back to his very important task and inserted two fingers.
This time, he found Xan’s prostate all on his own and returned to the move that had made Xan almost come previously. In what felt like no time at all, Anakin was rewarded with a new guttural moan as Xan came.
“Well done, little one,” Qui-Gon praised over the sound of Xanatos’s labored breathing through his nose.
“Can I please use a toy?” Anakin asked sweetly.
“No,” Obi-Wan replied simply.
“But-”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan warned. “I said no.”
“Can I…” Anakin blushed. “Am I allowed to give him a blow job?”
“You may,” Qui-Gon said. He helped Xanatos turn over, ensuring his hair didn’t get tangled in the rope and that his thick black collar was positioned comfortably around his neck.
Anakin spread Xan’s legs and immediately leaned down and took Xan’s cock in his mouth. He may not have had an abundance of experience with multiple people, but what he lacked in persons, he made up for in quite a bit of experience with the same two cocks.
Lucky for Anakin, Xan seemed to like the same thing Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan did. Not that he was surprised.
He occasionally switched the move to lathe his tongue up Xan’s cock, making Xan whimper. That was a sound Anakin had never expected to hear from Xanatos. He did it again after a prolonged period of sucking and Xanatos’s whimpers were even more pronounced. This time when he went back to sucking, Xan almost immediately came in Anakin’s mouth.
Xanatos was panting, legs slightly shaking as he chest heaved up and down.
Somehow, Anakin felt even prouder of this achievement than when he made Obi-Wan or Qui-Gon come the same way.
“Am I allowed to fuck him?” Anakin asked, sure that he knew the answer would be no.
“You may,” Qui-Gon allowed.
Anakin’s mouth almost dropped open at the response. They were going to remove his cock cage and Anakin would get to experience something he hadn’t done in years.
But as he was swiftly maneuvered off the bed by Qui-Gon, Anakin’s dream of topping quickly disappeared. Instead of removing the cock cage, he was manhandled into something similar to a jock strap that fully covered his caged cock. Before he could ask how he was supposed to fuck someone without his penis, a large dildo was inserted to the ring at the center of his groin.
It was a strap-on, Anakin immediately deciphered.
He wanted to cry at the disappointment. “But Qui-.” He stopped himself. “Sir,” he pouted, top lip quivering.
“Little boy,” Qui-Gon soothed. “Do you honestly think you can fuck Xanatos with that little cock of yours and make him come?”
Anakin blushed furiously and glanced at the floor, the large dildo in stark view.
“Answer me.”
“No, Sir,” Anakin mumbled.
“Good boy,” Qui-Gon praised as Obi-Wan’s lips curled into a self-satisfied grin from where he sat on the edge of the bed. “Now, get to work.” He gestured towards the bed.
Xan was still on his back and Anakin took him by the hips to try to turn him back on his knees.
“Do you want help?” Obi-Wan asked.
“Please, Daddy.”
Obi-Wan helped Anakin shift Xanatos back on his knees, but when Anakin tried to align himself, he didn’t necessarily like it since it looked like Xan’s neck was strained trying to look to the side. Anakin certainly wasn’t unfamiliar with that position, after all.
He backed off the end of the bed and pulled Xanatos by his hips and helped Xan plant his feet on the ground, bent over the bed.
That was one of Anakin’s favorite positions and he reasoned that Xanatos probably liked it too.
Once Xan was in a position Anakin liked, he added more lube to his fake cock (Anakin was not going to let that one go) and pushed inside. He wished he could say “you feel good” to Xan, similar to the praise he got from Obi-Wan, but he couldn’t.
All he could think to say was, “Does that feel good?” As if Xan could even answer.
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon laughed at the question and Anakin’s cheeks darkened as he stopped thrusting his hips.
“That’s very sweet, baby,” Obi-Wan murmured with a small smile.
“Let’s see what Xanatos has to say,” Qui-Gon offered. He removed the ball gag from Xanatos’s mouth, smoothing his hair back where Qui-Gon had lifted it to unbuckle the gag.
“Answer Anakin’s question,” Qui-Gon directed.
“Yes, Master,” Xanatos said obediently. “It feels good.”
That was all Anakin needed. He pumped his hips a little faster, his thighs slapping against Xanatos’s.
Another long moan from Xanatos filled the room, this time unmuffled.
Anakin looked down at Xanatos’s muscles working hard to keep him upright, his legs quivering as he tried to hold his weight. Anakin’s own abs were getting in a workout and he was almost tempted to stop, but the reaction from Xanatos kept his determination. (It may have been easier to keep going if he was actually allowed to fuck with his cock, Anakin thought a little sourly, but he didn’t say that.)
With little warning and almost a whimpery cry, Xanatos came again, messing his thigh and the floor.
“Was that only three?” Qui-Gon asked, helping Xanatos back on the bed and onto his back.
“That was a lot of work!” Anakin panted.
“Yes, it is,” Obi-Wan mused, stripping Anakin of his strap-on trap. He subsequently pushed Anakin onto the bed, his legs hanging off the end, so that he was positioned the same way as Xanatos on the opposite side of the bed.
“Is that why I can’t come?” Anakin frowned, looking up at Obi-Wan. “Because it’s too much work?”
Xanatos snorted a laugh, but quickly straightened his expression when given a look by Qui-Gon who was stroking his cock.
A finger with lube slid into Anakin’s hole before Obi-Wan answered, “No. I don’t let you come because I enjoy it.”
“I can’t even come now?” Anakin begged as Obi-Wan’s fingers worked him open.
“Do not ask again,” Obi-Wan warned.
Anakin whined and turned his head just in time to watch Qui-Gon push inside Xanatos with a soft sigh.
Xanatos’s eyes shut, lips parted, as Qui-Gon thrust inside him.
Anakin hadn’t gotten that reaction, he thought with a tinge of jealousy.
“Thank you, Master,” Xanatos groaned.
Anakin was impressed by the way Xanatos could handle the overstimulation of multiple orgasms. If it were Anakin, he’d have been a puddle by now.
With no warning whatsoever, Obi-Wan withdrew his fingers and pushed his cock inside. Finally, Anakin found some stimulation after being continuously denied it.
He squeezed his eyes shut and turned his head so he was facing Xanatos. His little cock did its best to get hard in its cage, but instead, it dripped pre-cum down his cock and onto his groin.
He bit his lip tightly, Obi-Wan’s cock tempting him to come with each thrust over his prostate.
“You’re going to make yourself bleed,” Obi-Wan chided, slightly breathless.
Anakin opened his eyes, Xanatos looking hazily at him. Removing his bottom lip from between his teeth, Anakin furtively shifted closer to Xan and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Xanatos returned the kiss, nipping softly at Anakin’s lips.
The softness of Xan’s lips was unexpected, but certainly not unwelcome. It was odd kissing someone that didn’t have a beard (and the fact that they were practically kissing upside down).
Xanatos moaned into Anakin’s mouth as he came for the fourth time that night. Anakin would have gladly shared those with him.
Qui-Gon laughed, slightly breathless, “Not much left in you.”
“No, Master,” Xanatos responded, his voice strangled.
“Did Anakin do a good job?”
“Yes, Master,” Xanatos managed to eke out, his concentration clearly on keeping his composure while being overstimulated.
Qui-Gon seemed to delight in it. “Will you make Anakin come next time?”
“Yes, Master,” Xanatos promised quickly.
“How many times?”
Xan seemed to be slowly losing his will to maintain any sort of composure. “However many times you wish, Master!” Sweat plastered stray hairs to his forehead. Anakin thought he looked alarmingly beautiful.
Obi-Wan, meanwhile, kept his thrusting steady. He leaned over Anakin, pressing a kiss to Anakin’s neck. “You’re being very good, sweetheart,” he cooed in Anakin’s ear.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Anakin replied in a whisper. He wanted so badly to ask if that meant he could come, but he didn’t want to risk the consequence. The bathbrush punishment had been enough to remind him who was really in charge.
Obi-Wan pressed a kiss to Anakin’s lips and came, his hips stuttering to a halt.
Anakin panted as if he had been the one doing all the work and let Obi-Wan pull out while Qui-Gon came with a familiar sigh.
“You were very good, baby,” Obi-Wan purred. He climbed onto the bed, pulling Anakin up next to him.
Xanatos, however, did not seem to get the same gentle treatment. Instead, he was flipped over and his feet planted on the ground, ass held high.
“Now, how many was that?” Qui-Gon asked idly, strolling over to his implements. He selected a long, thin switch made of carbon fiber.
Anakin had never been spanked with it, but he knew it would hurt like hell. In fact, he had heard it referred to as an “evil stick” and Anakin had to agree with that moniker.
“Four, Master,” Xanatos replied.
The words had barely left Xan’s mouth before the evil stick made quick work of marking him four times.
The most impressive part for Anakin was Xan’s utter nonchalance at the matter. He barely even flinched and Anakin couldn’t help but compare his earlier bathbrushing to this.
“Tura will not be pleased with so little,” Qui-Gon said, stepping back to observe his work.
“Tura’s happy with-!” Xanatos started quickly and inhaled sharply as the evil stick came down a few more times, but he never moved.
“No,” Qui-Gon scolded. “You have no say in this.” The evil stick continued marking Xanatos’s backside and thighs, all the way down to his knees. “I know Tura wants you taken care of so you don’t act out at home. Let me do my job.”
“Yes, Master,” Xanatos replied obediently.
Anakin couldn’t help but be impressed and very glad that he was now not in Xanatos’s position.
After what felt like far too long to Anakin (which must have made it feel like forever to Xan), Qui-Gon stopped. He stepped back one more time, taking in his masterpiece.
“I hope you weren’t planning on wearing shorts anytime soon,” he teased mildly.
“Not anymore, Master,” Xanatos said, his voice containing a slight edge.
Qui-Gon breathed a small laugh and began untying Xanatos’s bindings. “I know you need to leave soon.” He dropped the rope on the bed and helped Xanatos stand. “Do you want any aftercare before you leave?”
Xanatos thought for a moment. “I don’t need it, Master.”
Qui-Gon nodded his head in approval. “Let me get you dressed and walk you out.” He pulled Xanatos’s t-shirt over his head, straightening it out, before helping him pull on his boxers and sweatpants.
Anakin made an attempt at a good-bye, but didn’t really know what to say. It came out as an awkward, “Thanks for letting me… Thanks for coming for me.”
Xan’s face broke out into a wide smile. “You’re welcome,” he teased and followed Qui-Gon back up the stairs.
“Did I do a good job?” Anakin asked, flipping over so he was facing Obi-Wan.
“You were very good,” Obi-Wan murmured. He brushed a strand of hair off of Anakin’s forehead.
“That was mean,” Anakin scowled. “Not letting me come when Xan gets to.”
Obi-Wan grinned mischievously. “You like it.”
“Daddy!” Anakin wrinkled his nose.
Obi-Wan gave a small shrug and settled back into the pillows. He pulled Anakin close, letting Anakin’s head rest on his chest.
Anakin’s eyes slowly closed, feeling the soft rise and fall of Obi-Wan’s chest. He didn’t know how long Qui-Gon had been gone, but eventually Qui-Gon returned.
“Was that quite a lot of work?” Qui-Gon asked softly as he climbed into bed next to Anakin. He pressed a kiss to Anakin’s shoulder, causing Anakin to blink his eyes open.
“He had a nap earlier,” Obi-Wan stated simply. “But he was certainly up late last night.”
Anakin didn’t miss the slight scolding tone in his voice.
“Then a nap was certainly needed,” Qui-Gon agreed. “It was good you made him take one or I imagine this evening might have gone much differently.”
“He didn’t ‘make me’,” Anakin frowned.
“He fell asleep all on his own,” Obi-Wan agreed. He reached for his phone from his pants that were on the floor. He tapped a few times on the screen and showed Qui-Gon something that apparently Anakin was not allowed to see yet.
Qui-Gon let out a warm laugh. “You know who else falls asleep in cars?”
Anakin craned his neck so he could see what Qui-Gon was teasing him about. It was a picture of Anakin sleeping in the passenger seat of Obi-Wan’s car, head back and mouth open. On the window was a sign that warned passers-by that he was safe and comfortable. He blushed again. “Daddy…”
“Little boys who stay up too late and procrastinate on their homework,” Qui-Gon answered his own question. “I know you’ve had this conversation with Obi-Wan many times.”
Anakin groaned, covering his face with his hands.
“Do we need to have a conversation as well?” Qui-Gon asked, pulling away Anakin’s hands. He tipped Anakin’s chin so Anakin was forced to look at him.
“Maybe that’s a good idea,” Obi-Wan mused.
“Your bedtime was made for a reason,” Qui-Gon continued. “Your Daddy knows what’s best for you.”
“I know,” Anakin mumbled. “I won’t do it again.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” Qui-Gon chuckled. “But when it happens again, you can expect something from me as well.”
“Yes, Sir,” Anakin whispered.
Qui-Gon released Anakin’s chin and laid down on his back. “You’re very obedient after a spanking.”
Anakin clicked his tongue and turned to face Qui-Gon. Obi-Wan matched the motion, spooning Anakin from behind.
“And very cuddly,” Obi-Wan murmured. He pressed another kiss into Anakin’s hair.
“He deserves that,” Qui-Gon said quietly.
“Does that mean I deserve to come-” Anakin started.
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon scolded in unison.
“Enough,” Obi-Wan finished. “And don’t think I forgot what I threatened if you asked again.”
Anakin would have complained if that wasn’t exactly what he expected and maybe, just maybe, wanted. His Daddies could make all his decisions for the rest of his life and he would be a very happy little boy.
That comforting thought drifted through his mind as he fell asleep for a much deserved nap.