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[unrepentant]

[After that, time sort of gets strange at the edges. Anakin isn't thinking about how long they stand here or the gentle, warm pressure against his throat. He hears his own pulse in his ears, and now that they're closer he isn't sure if he's also hearing Obi-Wan's heartbeat, or if he's somehow feeling it even though his hands are settled near the man's waist. He doesn't sense any gradual changes, doesn't feel himself being steered or manipulated, but it's like his thoughts are slowing down. Not in a bad way, but enough that for the first time Anakin notices that the galaxy itself isn't screeching past him. It doesn't feel like he's trying to climb out of his skin.]

Obi-Wan?

[His voice is quiet so close to Obi-Wan's ear. Not meek, not timid, but pitched as if he's trying to wake him from a dream. Maybe wake them both. His trust in Obi-Wan is such that he makes no attempt to dislodge the teeth, he doesn't squeeze or tap to signal his urgency. He only says his friend's name and trusts that it'll reach him, that he'll withdraw before Anakin gets dizzy, and that he won't need to fight to be set free.]

[onlyhope]

[ Like a drop in a pool, that soft sound reverberates through him and drags him up from the deep well of instinct and languid ease. Obi-Wan? He would know that voice in his sleep. He would know it blind. He would know it deaf, permanently seared into his brain.

With great care, his jaw loosens and he unhooks his canines from Anakin's throat. The taste of him lingers in his mouth, rich and warm, and he laves his tongue over the wound. Equally to get the last of that flavor, but he can also feel the puncture coagulate under his attention. He somehow knows, with perfect confidence, that Anakin will not bleed out from it.

As he withdraws his hand slides from Anakin's curls and down his arm, the other smoothing along his waist. When he blinks back to himself, he sees the blooming bruise he's left behind. The puncture marks, the circle of his teeth where he had worried the blood to the surface. Obi-Wan knows he should be repulsed by what he has just done, putting Anakin in danger like that, and some great maw of guilt prepares itself to open up underneath him. But then he looks into Anakin's face, and is blown away all over again by the level of trust this boy has shown him.

So, in place of the apology that had been on the tip of his tongue, Obi-Wan holds Anakin's bicep and asks softly into the intimate space between them: ]

Are you alright? [ ... ] Did I hurt you?