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General Grievous had launched a surprise attack on the Republic fleet, somehow acquiring the coordinates and mission plan. They easily fended off the attack with minimal casualties and destroyed ships at the cost of rerouting their coordinates, prematurely jumping into hyperspace, and abandoning their original objective.
“We’ve suspected a mole for sometime now,” Mace Windu solemnly said, obvious frustration laced in his voice. “More and more plans have been compromised of late, and rumors have been circulating.”
Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest. “Why is the Council just informing us of this now?”
Ahsoka sighed heavily, leaning against a control panel. She too had thrown herself from her cabin at the sound of the alarms and was visibly upset that their plans had been thwarted. Rex and Cody remained stoic as they watched the holovoid.
Anakin stood on the opposite side of the bridge, a stormy look overtaking his features. His hair was disheveled, golden curls slightly sweaty and sticky to his temples from his pilot’s helmet. He had led a squadron of starfighters to push back Grievous’ forces.
Obi-Wan averted his gaze quickly when he felt those blue eyes flicker to meet his. Anakin’s Force signature pressed insistently against his shields, no doubt probing for his thoughts and feelings, but the Omega pulled his shields tighter.
“They were mere rumors, Master Kenobi, but with this attack, our suspicions are confirmed and our priorities have shifted,” Mace remarked, tone clipped. “We have tentative reports from an informant behind enemy lines of a listening post that this mole must be utilizing to disperse classified information.”
“A listening post? Where?” Obi-Wan inquired.
“That is for you and Skywalker to discover. I’m sending you the location of our informant now to your datapad. The informant lives on a planet currently allied with Separatists, so we have not been able to communicate recently with her in case that our transmission would be leaked or hijacked.”
Cody scrolled through the datapad as the device beeped with a new message. “Vandor,” he said, eyebrows scrunched. “I’ve never heard of it.”
Obi-Wan tamped down on his initial reaction to groan in annoyance. Of all the planets…
“Vandor is located in the Sloo sector of the Mid-Rim. It’s cold, icy, and sparsely populated,” the Jedi Master supplied with a barely contained grimace.
“Bring your coats, Kenobi and Skywalker. Our informant has no clue you both are coming, but I have also sent you her file, so you can more easily locate her.”
Wait, only Anakin and him were going?
Ahsoka perked up. “What about me, Master Windu? I can go too! Somebody will need to watch Skyguy’s back.” Her excitement and eagerness was vivid and before Obi-Wan could offer his support for Ahsoka to accompany them, Mace was speaking again.
“You, the 501st, and the 212th will be rendezvousing with Master Luminara and her 41st. The Council has tasked you with locating this mole. We need all hands on deck for this, little one.”
Shit.
Ahsoka leaned back and proudly smirked. The young padawan always relished missions away from himself and Anakin for it was another opportunity to showcase her competence and skill.
Obi-Wan would be happy for her if he wasn’t currently freaking out. He could still taste the chocolate on his tongue and the recent memory had him feeling the phantom presence of Anakin’s fingers pressing into his mouth, had him replaying Anakin’s words over and over in his mind.
You’re so pretty like this.
Heat pooled in Obi-Wan’s belly, so he quickly redirected his thoughts; it would be too embarrassing if anyone smelt his arousal, especially young Ahsoka.
Anakin’s gaze was heavy on him, burning into his skin. As his blush slowly spread from the corners of his forehead and ears to the rest of his face, the Omega sought any route to flee to his cabin.
“Is that all, Master Windu?”
“The Council has nothing else to disclose. May the Force be with you all.”
The blue hologram fizzled out and suddenly the bridge was lively and busy again.
“General Kenobi, we will be coming out of hyperspace in eight hours. Vandor will only be a parsec away. A freighter is being prepared for you and General Skywalker,” Waxer notified him.
Obi-Wan nodded and when he saw that Anakin was occupied, he dismissed the Lieutenant, telling him that if anybody needed him, to find him when they were out of hyperspace.
On the freighter towards Vandor, Anakin attempted to bring up....whatever happened between them. Obi-Wan didn’t even know how to characterize it. It wasn’t something distinct and purposeful like a kiss.
He had sucked on Anakin’s fingers, and his padawan had said some kind (hot) words in return. What was Obi-Wan supposed to make of that? Did that even mean anything?
He knew they should talk about it, and Obi-Wan was hardly one to turn away from confrontation, but he wasn’t ready to hear whatever Anakin had to say because there was a chance, big or small, that it would be the stingy words of rejection.
He wasn’t stupid. He’s seen the way Padmé and Anakin looked at each other, their stolen glances, touches, and secret meetings.
Anakin would tell him that it was a mistake, and he knew he couldn’t bear to hear those words. He needed time before the inevitable.
“Not now, Anakin,” Obi-Wan pleaded. “We have a job to do. Let’s focus on locating this informant and extracting the information that we need.”
The Jedi Master ignored the flash of hurt on his former apprentice’s face, but he was glad when no more words were spoken as they approached Vandor. They landed the inconspicuous and unmarked freighter on a small plateau halfway up a mountain that Fort Ypso was situated.
The rest of the hike up was short but bitter. The wind whipped painfully, almost taking Obi-Wan off his feet numerous times, and the Omega simultaneously cursed and melted when Anakin wrapped a steadying arm around his waist. He said a word of thanks, but the wind howled so loudly that his voice was drowned out.
For how underdeveloped and unsettled Vandor was, Fort Ypso stood beautifully in stark contrast. The snowy village was small and the stone buildings were close together as if they too were huddling for warmth.
The name on file for the mysterious informant was Lilhan Elbra, a human woman, who worked at the town’s only Lodge. The picture revealed a middle aged woman with dark skin and coily hair.
They had to be as quick as possible. A scan of the planet had shown minimal Separatist army presence, only a few droids stationed at the planet's capital, but Vandor was unfriendly towards the Republic as a place all too forgotten and abandoned by the Galactic Senate. They could not draw attention towards themselves or the fact that they were Jedi.
“Welcome,” a voice croaked. A young Twi’lek girl with orange skin was at the front desk. She tossed a long lekku over one shoulder as she assessed the two of them. She appeared bored. “Reservation?”
The lobby of the Lodge seemed entirely too quiet after the loud howling of wind, and unfortunately, it wasn’t much warmer inside. Obi-Wan stepped forward.
“Uh, no reservation. We are here to speak Lilhan Elbra.”
The Twi'lek narrowed her eyes before shrugging. “She isn’t here right now.”
“When will she be back?”
She shrugged again and turned away, a blunt dismissal.
Of course, this had to be more difficult than it should be.
Thankfully, Anakin stepped forward. “Please, we’ve travelled a long way to talk to her, and we are in a bit of a rush.” She regarded Anakin with something a lot less dismissive, actually meeting his eyes. She sighed.
“Lilhan is collecting firewood. She won’t be back until tomorrow. I can offer you a room in the meantime.”
Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan, a question in his look.
“We will wait for her return back aboard our own ship. Thank you for the offer.”
The Twi’lek gestured to the outside. “I won’t stop you, but we got a snowstorm rolling in any second. If you get caught in it, no one will be able to help you.”
As if on cue, the wind whistled so loudly that the wooden doors blew open briefly, bringing a strong current of coldness and snow.
“We’ll take the room.”
Obi-Wan didn’t know if it was the universe, his awful luck, or the young girl at the desk who decided to mess with him. Honestly, it was probably all three.
“I’ll sleep on the floor.”
The Omega glanced at the hardwood floor. It was old, the wood slightly rotting, and most of all it looked cold.
“Don’t be silly. We’ve shared beds before.”
And they have. Not recently, and definitely not with this tension hanging between them before, but sharing a single, narrow bed shouldn’t be a big deal.
Except it was, but Obi-Wan was doing his best to remain calm.
The eight hours in hyperspace and the trip to Vandor unfortunately was not spent sleeping, and the Omega was feeling it now: a heaviness in his limbs, the pain behind his eyes, and sluggishness in his movements. He knew Anakin wasn’t much better.
They somehow maneuvered themselves underneath the thin comforter; the bed was too small for them to lay shoulder to shoulder, so they laid on their sides, only a sliver of free space in between their bodies.
They had shed their outer robes which were damp and slightly stiff from the snow, but the coldness still lingered, squeezing underneath their skin and making sleep unattainable. From the pattern of his breathing, Obi-Wan knew that Anakin too had trouble sleeping.
After a restless hour, the Alpha finally broke. “Obi-Wan.”
“Go to sleep, Anakin.”
“Take off your clothes.”
“ What?”
His former padawan offered no explanation. He just sat up and tore off his tabard, tunic, and undershirt until all that was left was the broad gorgeous expanse of his chest. It was dark in the room, but the raging snowstorm outside the window offered enough light for the Omega to take in an eyeful.
When Anakin lifted his hips and slid off his pants, Obi-Wan finally averted his gaze, staring up at the ceiling. “Anakin, what are you doing.” He meant for his voice to sound harsh, but instead it was tight and breathless.
“Body heat,” he answered, leaning over his Master and pushing Obi-Wan’s own tabard and tunic up and off his body. Dazedly, the Omega allowed him, only stopping when his hands reached towards the waistband of his pants.
“I can do that,” Obi-Wan squeaked. There were so many reasons why this wasn’t a good deal, the biggest of all was that he did not know if he could control his body’s natural reactions when there was so much of Anakin’s skin on display.
But the Alpha was right. A slight tremor had worked its way in Obi-Wan’s bones, and body heat was the best way to warm the both of them up in this icy wasteland.
He took off his pants and dropped them neatly off the side of the bed, glad that Anakin was also still clad in his underwear.
The Alpha immediately wrapped his mechanical arm around the Omega’s waist and pulled him to his chest, destroying the sliver of space that had existed between them. Anakin was a furnace, and warmth quickly spread across Obi-Wan’s back from where it touched Anakin.
His former padawan nuzzled into the back of his neck, nose buried in ginger locks.
With warmth seeping back into his body, the tremors faded away and soon the heaviness of sleep followed. However, Obi-Wan couldn’t have been asleep for more than ten minutes when he heard a sound.
It eased him out of his sleep slowly, a deep fluttering sound, and it took a moment for him to realize the sound was reverberating from Anakin.
The Alpha was purring.
He didn’t know what to make of it, alphas and omegas purred for different reasons. Omega purring was a self-soothing mechanism when faced with stressful situations, but alphas often purred when relaxed or content.
The sound halted as soon as it started. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?”
Obi-Wan did something he probably shouldn’t have and turned around until they were face to face, so close that he could feel Anakin’s breath fan across his features.
He didn’t answer the question, and with courage usually reserved for the battlefield, he lifted a trembling hand to Anakin’s chest, fingers splaying across the golden skin. At Obi-Wan’s touch, the sound started again, loud enough that he could feel the vibrations.
Just like in the palace gardens at Naboo, time seemed to still, only Anakin’s purrs and Obi-Wan’s heavy breathing filled the silence. Even the roar of the snowstorm outside faded to a white noise.
“I haven’t scented you in a long time, Master,” Anakin remarked out of the blue.
It was too dark to accurately read his expression.
“I used to scent you all the time when I was younger. I couldn’t help myself. It almost hurt if I couldn’t smell myself on you.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “You’ve grown out of the need.”
“No, I don’t think I ever did.” He laid his much larger hand over his former Master’s much more delicate one. “I just got better at controlling myself.”
The Omega’s head started feeling floaty again, a sensation he was familiar with whenever he was overwhelmed with the scent of petrichor.
“With you so close like this, it is becoming unbearable again.” His grip on Obi-Wan’s hand tightened. “May I?”
Obi-Wan didn’t need to ask for clarification; he knew exactly what Anakin was asking for. He made another bad decision. “Yes.”
He wasn’t expecting a possessive hand to curl around his neck or for Anakin to swing a leg over his torso, straddling him. There was a heavy moment between them where the two simply stared at each other, a current of emotions rushing in the both of them but untouched and unknown by the other as a result of the stubborn shields.
Then like a dam breaking, Anakin leaned down and pressed his lips to the hollow of Obi-Wan’s throat, right where his heartbeat could be felt. He didn’t mean to flinch, and the Alpha paused briefly. “Relax,” he whispered before continuing.
Obi-Wan attempted to stay as still as possible as Anakin resumed, running his lips and hands all over the Omega’s exposed skin, all the way down to his pale stomach and up to his jaw, leaving nothing untouched.
The hand around his neck stayed there, not enough pressure to cut off his air but enough that he could feel it .
Obi-Wan fumbled with his hands, unsure what to do, settling to place them on his padawan’s shoulders.
Pheromones rolled of Anakin in waves, smelling distinctly of arousal. He was sure, despite his suppressants, that he smelled the same, his cock half-hard and twitching between his thighs.
He thanked the universe that Anakin neither made a comment on it nor did more than scent him. He wouldn’t have stopped him if the Alpha decided he wanted more, wanted to take more, and if that didn’t prove how weak he was, he didn’t know what would.
Anakin didn’t however.
When he had finished his scenting, and Obi-Wan laid spread out beneath him, flushed and panting, skin tingling, Anakin said nothing, merely turned over on his side, taking the Omega back into his arms
He refused to think that Anakin had never scented him like that before, had never taken his time like that, had never been so gentle. He could have spent that entire night, analyzing the implications and meaning behind his actions. Instead, he fell deep asleep, dreaming of the phantom feeling of Anakin’s lips hot upon his skin.
Lilhan Elbra proved to be most helpful. Neither Obi-Wan nor Anakin questioned the source of her information as apparently she had been a longstanding ally to the Republic, and they were too much in a hurry. Her information and the coordinates would be corroborated by separate entities.
Once they were back in hyperspace, out of Separatists territory, they transmitted the information about the alleged listening post back to Coruscant, their new destination. Destroying said listening post would be the task for another Jedi; apparently they would be spending some time back at the Temple.
No words were spoken between them on the trip back, and before Obi-Wan knew it, they were going their separate ways again as the Jedi Master was alone summoned before the Council to give his report, and Anakin was off to make contact with Ahsoka and Master Luminara.
The debriefing was succinct fortunately for Obi-Wan’s mind was far away, wondering if Anakin and him would ever have their much needed conversation.
He was thinking of just that when he made his way back to his quarters, thinking so in depth that he didn’t realize the other presence in his small living room until he had closed the door behind him.
“Anakin,” he gasped, startled.
The other stood up from where he had been seated on the couch. Obi-Wan straightened his posture and relaxed his shoulders. If they were going to have this conversation now, he would be mature and professional about it. He wouldn’t show his hurt, his desperation—
“I have another gift for you.”
The Omega raised both of his eyebrows in disbelief because yes he did, yet another gift sat in the Alpha’s open palms, wrapped in thin, golden tissue paper.
Obi-Wan sighed. “Anakin, you need to stop. This is all too much. We should—”
Anakin stepped forward until he was directly in front of his former Master, pushing the gift into his hands. “Obi-Wan, please. Open the gift.”
Anakin’s eyes sparkled, and they conveyed a mix of hope and patience. Obi-Wan sighed again, taking the gift from the Alpha’s grasp and tearing easily into the thin tissue paper.
In his hand, a beautifully knit blanket unfolded, heavy and warm. He had seen blankets such as these in markets and bazaars across the Galaxy. They served a special purpose.
“Is this...is this…?”
“A nesting blanket? Yes.”
Obi-Wan remembered his last heat again, the heat he had experienced when Anakin was only sixteen. His padawan had given him his own clothes, so the scent could comfort him. That was something mates or family typically did.
This however...gifting a nesting blanket to any Omega was different, something usually reserved for between mates. Did Anakin understand what he was doing?
Obi-Wan attempted to laugh, but it sounded fake even to his own ears. “I’m really flattered, Anakin, but if I didn’t know any better, I would mistake this as a courting gift.”
He laughed again, but it quickly died off after examining Anakin’s expression.
“It is,” the Alpha said.
“What?”
“It’s a courting gift.”
Obi-Wan blinked.
“So were the flowers, the stone, the bracelet, and all the treats. They were all courting gifts.”
The Omega looked down at the blanket in his hands as gears started to turn in his mind and dots started to connect. The names, the favors, the touches…
“Obi-Wan, I’m courting you. I’ve been courting you for these past few months.”
The Jedi Master remained silent, so his former padawan continued.
“I’ve been trying to make it as obvious as I could. I thought you finally understood in the garden then I thought you finally understood with the gifts...and the chocolate.”
“W-Why didn’t you say anything?”
This time Anakin laughed. “To be honest, I enjoyed watching your obliviousness. It was endearing. Snips and I had a bet on when you were going to figure it out. She now owes me money,” he said with a smug grin.
“Ahsoka knows?”
“She figured it out on her own. She is pretty observant.”
“What about Padmé?”
“Padmé wasn’t in on the bet.”
“No, no. What about Padmé? I thought...I was sure you two were together. I wouldn’t have been surprised if you were married.”
“Why would you think that?”
Obi-Wan gaped. “Don’t play stupid with me now, Anakin.”
“Okay, okay,” he relented, scratching the back of his head in what looked like embarrassment. “I admit that I was a little infatuated with her when I was nineteen, and we might have fooled around when we were on Naboo together, but after the war started, I started to realize some things.” He cleared his throat, suddenly deadly serious. “I realized I was in love with you, that I’ve always been in love with you.”
Obi-Wan felt like his head was about to split into two. He had been perfectly content with loving Anakin from a far for the rest of his life, and now the love he thought had been hopeless was actually requited?
He couldn’t believe reality; he shouldn’t believe reality.
“The Code,” Obi-Wan said simply, those two words conveying so much. Anakin rolled his eyes regardless, but the Omega pressed on. “We can’t. Not only will the Council expel us from the Order, but there is a war, Anakin. We can’t.”
Anakin took in a deep and steadying breath. “I won’t force you into anything you don’t want, Obi-Wan, but only if it’s something you actually don’t want. The Code is absolute bantha shit, and I know you know it. Jedi are asked to be compassionate, but we can’t form attachments? We are asked to be sympathetic but must release our emotions to find peace? It doesn’t make sense.”
“It’s to keep us from straying from the light.”
“I’ve been most tempted by the dark when I try to follow the Code, Master. It’s stifling.” Anakin confessed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” How much of a failure was he? He knew of the Council’s concerns about Anakin’s loyalty to the Order and the light, but he was also so sure in his apprentice, could never imagine a universe in which Anakin fell.
“I didn’t need to. Whenever I look at you, I’m reminded of why I do what I do, what I’m destined to do. My attachment to you keeps me anchored in the light.”
Anakin cupped Obi-Wan's jaw, and the Omega wondered how ever he could have been oblivious to his former padawan’s feelings with the way Anakin looked at him. “If you don’t want this, tell me,” he whispered, blue eyes locked onto trembling pink lips.
Obi-Wan didn’t say anything. He had given so much to the Order, he could have this.
Then their lips were touching, and their shields crumbled. The Omega’s knees went weak as he was assaulted with a current of love, affection, and fondness, but Anakin was there, arms tight around his waist to keep him grounded.
Obi-Wan clutched the blanket to his chest as Anakin pressed his lips harder against his own, and then the Jedi Master was opening up his mouth, allowing the Alpha to slip his tongue inside.
Anakin kissed like he was trying to consume him, and the only thing Obi-Wan could do was go docile in his embrace and allow himself to be kissed until he was forced to break apart, gasping for breath.
“I love it when you blush. I’ve always wondered if other parts of your body blush just as red.”
“ Force, Anakin.”
The Alpha nodded to the nesting blanket still clutched in his arms. “It’s brand new, so it doesn’t smell like anything yet. We can change that. If you want, of course.”
“How do you suppose we do that?”
Anakin smiled so bright, it was almost blinding. “I’m going to fuck you on it.”
Obi-Wan sputtered, hating and loving how absolutely undignified his former apprentice could be. Then, completely unnecessarily, Anakin sweeped the Omega into his arms, bridal style and proceeded towards the bedroom.
“I am perfectly capable of walking,” he protested.
“Just let me take care of you, princess.”
He made another strangled noise, slapping a hand over his mouth in barely contained humiliation.
“I knew that was your favorite nickname,” Anakin teased.
“Shut up.”
The Alpha chuckled, and Obi-Wan was beginning to realize that Anakin laughing was perhaps his favorite sound.
They entered the bedroom, and the Alpha gently set Obi-Wan back on his feet and plucked the nesting blanket from his hands, spreading the intricate knit quilt across the beige duvet. The Omega gulped nervously as Anakin turned back towards him, eyes dark with desire and pheromones filling the small room.
No words were spoken as his former padawan reached out, fingers tightening on the bottom of Obi-Wan’s tunic. Anakin looked at him for permission, and he nodded.
Anakin undressed him slowly, almost reverently as he peeled off every article of clothing until he stood there, naked and trembling, the evidence of his arousal and attraction on full display. The Alpha didn’t touch right away, merely appraising the smooth lines of Obi-Wan’s lithe form, his narrow hips, and pale, freckled thighs.
“Y-You should know,” the Jedi Master stuttered, a confession bubbling in his throat. “I’m a...I’ve never—”
“I know,” Anakin said kindly, saving Obi-Wan from having to say those words.
“Am I that obvious?”
Anakin shook his head. “I might have been fooled by your habit of flirting with the enemy, but you’re much too modest for your own good. I’m glad though.” Anakin placed a hand on his hip and watched with rapt fascination as Obi-Wan’s cock twitched in anticipation. “Am I the first to touch you like this?”
Then the Alpha wrapped his hand around where the Omega was aching.
“Yes,” Obi-Wan moaned, shocked by the pleasure that a touch that was not his own could bring and how small his cock appeared in Anakin’s hand, encompassing the entirety of it.
“I knew you would be cute down here as well,
Master
.” Anakin said the title in a teasing tone as he began to pump his fist. “It’s so red and wet, look.”
Obi-Wan was looking, and he blushed as he watched a pearl of precum bead at the head of his cock.
“I can smell your slick, Obi-Wan. I smelled you when we were on Vandor too. Do you like it when I scent you? When you smell of me?”
“Yes!” Obi-Wan moaned louder as Anakin simultaneously licked a long wet stripe up his neck and reached around with his other hand to grope his ass. “Please, please.”
“Please, what?”
Obi-Wan licked his lips. “Take off your clothes. I want to see you, please.”
Anakin’s smile widened. “Anything you want.”
The Alpha was a lot less patient with his own clothes, ripping off his tunic and pants with a fervor and flinging them to the ground. When he pushed down his underwear, he tried not to stare but found himself mesmerized.
He knew biologically Alphas were larger, not only in stature and build but also elsewhere . However, he couldn’t help but feel intimidated as he drank in the sight of Anakin’s large and thick cock, so much bigger than his own that it was almost comical. A thrill ran up his spine as well, wet hole clenching as he knew that would be filled to the brim momentarily.
He knew the Alpha was preening as the Omega gawked in amazement, but he said nothing more to fuel Anakin’s already sizable ego.
“Will you present for me?”
Anakin didn’t need to ask; Obi-Wan’s instincts took over as he turned his back and knelt on the bed, slowly bending over and arching his back, pressing his burning face into the nesting blanket.
The Alpha’s hands were on him in seconds, rough hands palming Obi-Wan’s ass and pulling the cheeks apart, exposing the small, pink, fluttering hole. It glistened with slick that also smeared Obi-Wan’s inner thighs. The slick was impossibly sweet smelling despite the suppressants.
“I can’t wait to fuck you,” Anakin confessed, wasting no time and pressing one finger inside all the way to the third knuckle. Obi-Wan cried out, fingers tightly gripping the blanket. “Ever since my first rut, I’ve wanted you under me, calling my name and begging me to fill you up. I’m going to have you so many ways, Obi-Wan, until you don’t even remember your name.”
Anakin inserted another thick finger, and the Jedi Master tried not to think that Anakin was only fifteen when he had his first rut, far too young to be having those kinds of thoughts about his Master.
Obi-Wan pressed back eagerly as the Anakin’s fingers found that bundle of nerves that had pleasure zapping across his nerve endings and his toes curling. “Right there,” Obi-Wan mumbled incoherently into the sheets.
He pleaded for more, expecting another finger, not Anakin’s wet tongue probing at his hole, tasting his slick. He jumped at the strange sensation, an admonishment on his tongue that quickly shifted into another ragged moan.
“That’s incredibly uncivilized,” Obi-Wan panted, but Anakin knew from the sound of his voice, he was not complaining.
He licked and sucked at the pink hole as he continued to finger the Omega open. “So sweet,” he complimented, and Obi-Wan basked in the praise.
Anakin added a third finger, and the stretch was glorious. “Now,” he cried out after a few more tortuous minutes. “Fuck me now, I’m ready.”
The Alpha laughed, his fingers slipping free with a wet squelch that Obi-Wan was too horny to be embarrassed about. Abruptly, hands on his hips were flipping him over and onto his back. The Omega’s cock drooled freely onto his stomach, leaving a sticky mess.
Anakin was stroking his own cock, an obscene image that was so much better than Obi-Wan’s imaginations. “I want to knot you, Obi-Wan. Can I?” Now, the Alpha was begging. “Please, let me stuff you full of my cum. I’ve fucking dreamed of pumping you full of my cum, would you like that?”
A gush of slick rushed out of Obi-Wan at Anakin’s words. The primal part of him was ecstatic that his Alpha—wow, his Alpha—wanted to mark him in such a way.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he rambled, and then Anakin was grabbing his legs, gripping his thighs so tightly that it would no doubt leave bruises and pushed them back, folding him nearly in half. “Hold yourself like this,” Anakin ordered, and Obi-Wan complied.
The Alpha gripped his cock again, rubbing the bulbous head across Obi-Wan’s hole, slicking up his cock.
Anakin leaned over the Omega, capturing his lips in another earth-shattering kiss as he began to push his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Obi-Wan was tight, but opened up so beautifully as if he was made to be fucked by the Alpha’s fat cock.
He squirmed and whimpered as inch by inch, he was stretched wider and wider until he thought he might be split in two. “Oh, Force,” he groaned. All the pressure and pleasure bordered on too much .
Then, he felt Anakin’s hips pressed against his, and the Alpha stilled. It was overwhelming how full he was.
But still he craved more.
“Fuck me, Alpha, please.” His voice sounded far off as if it was not his own.
The title must have broken something in Anakin, because with a growl ripping from his throat, he pulled out until only his cock’s head remained sheathed in the Omega’s tight heat before snapping forward with frightening intensity.
Obi-Wan screamed.
Anakin fucked like a machine, perfectly in control of his movements but with so much power. He set a punishing pace that rendered Obi-Wan helpless, only capable of holding his legs to his chest as Anakin thrusted into him.
Tears escaped him, leaving wet tracks down his cheeks and into his red beard as he sobbed. “Please, please I need—” Another moan was wrenched from him.
“What do you need, Obi-Wan. Tell me.”
“Your fingers. I need them.”
Anakin understood exactly what he needed, shoving three durasteel digits in his mouth until they brushed the back of his throat. “I’m beginning to think you have an oral fixation, Obi-Wan. Don’t worry, after I knot you, I’ll fuck that pretty, pink mouth of yours.”
The Omega sucked greedily and messily on the mechanical fingers, letting the pornographic words wash over him. Drool spilled from the corners of his mouth as he imagined Anakin feeding him his thick cock, fucking his face until Obi-Wan’s eyes rolled in the back of his head.
“You’re going to be dripping with my cum, sweetheart, from every hole. I’m going to fill you up so much that I’ll have to buy a plug for you, keep you full for the entire day.”
A particularly strong thrust had Obi-Wan practically squealing, dropping his legs from where they had been tight against his chest and wrapping them around Anakin’s strong hips.
“I’m gonna get you pregnant. You’re gonna be so heavy with my pups, our pups. ”
Obi-Wan knew that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. He was still on suppressants, which conveniently acted as birth control as well, but the thought of being full with Anakin’s pups was a thought he had never considered before. Leaving the order, settling down, and having children were luxuries, he never dared to dream of.
Until now.
Obi-Wan came with a silent scream, spine arching up in a gorgeous bow as his little cock shot white spurts across his stomach.
Anakin didn’t slow down as the Omega shook with overstimulation, tears freely streaming down his face. Obi-Wan was not able to form a single thought, only uttering punched out ahs as he was fucked into like a ragdoll.
“Amazing,” Anakin breathed in his ear as his knot began to swell and catch at Obi-Wan’s swollen rim. “You’re so good for me. Force, I love you.”
Good. The word echoed and bounced off the walls in Obi-Wan’s mind. All he wanted was to be good for Anakin.
The knot swelled large enough that long strokes became short and curt. The Alpha’s lips latched onto his mating gland, nipping and thankfully not biting, not yet. There would have to be conversation before something as poignant as a mating bite were to occur.
“Please,” Obi-Wan said, voice incredibly small and muffled around the fingers still stuffed in his mouth. “Knot me.”
With a wild snap of his hips, the knot finally caught, and Anakin was cumming deep inside Obi-Wan’s womb. The sensation of the hot cum and the knot stretching him even wider sent another onslaught of pleasure wringing through his body; Obi-Wan’s soft, spent cock convulsed, releasing another, pitiful spurt of cum.
Anakin groaned deeply, riding the aftershocks of his powerful orgasm, Obi-Wan impossibly tight and wet around his cock.
After several long moments, where only heavy breathing filled the emptiness, Anakin said, “I’m crushing you, aren’t I?”
Obi-Wan laughed. The Alpha was quite heavy, draped across his chest, but did not wish for his former padawan to move.
He was quite content where he was.
“I still have some questions, I suppose. Well, one question,” Obi-Wan began, sipping slowly at his steaming cup of tea.
Anakin leaned against the headboard of the bed, hand absentmindedly squeezing the flesh of his Omega’s thigh. They had gone two more rounds until the room stunk of sex, slick, and pheromones, and Obi-Wan’s mind reached that floaty, far away space.
“Go on.”
“What of Padmé?”
Anakin groaned. “I have told you. I have no—”
Obi-Wan waved a hand. “I know of your feelings. You’ve, um, made them quite clear, but what of Padmé’s feelings?”
Anakin laughed. “No need to worry about Padmé. I was much more infatuated with her than she was ever with me.” His hand moved further up Obi-Wan’s bare thigh, towards his hip, heating up the sensitive skin. “And anyways, Padmé was most hopeful in aiding me with courting you.”
“What do you mean?”
Anakin shrugged. “I hardly know of the proper manner in which you court an omega. Neither Tatooine nor the Temple taught me much, you know that. So, it was Padmé who guided me and offered me advice.”
“So all of those secret meetings...were about how to properly court me ?”
Anakin leaned forwards, placing a chaste kiss on Obi-Wan’s forehead, temple, and chin before planting a firm one on awaiting lips.
“Don’t seem so shocked, Obi.”
“It’s just that you’ve gone through so much trouble for me. I don’t even require a courtship, Anakin. It is much too traditional, not reserved for someone...someone like me.”
Anakin shook his head vehemently. “You think much too lowly of yourself. It pains me.” He plucked the teacup from Obi-Wan’s hand, placing it on the bedside table before pulling the Jedi Master into his arms. “You deserve everything in this Galaxy and more, and I wish to give it to you if you’ll allow me”
The words soothed Obi-Wan’s insecurities, insecurities he wasn’t sure would ever go away, but at this moment, seemed beautifully quiet.
I love you, Obi-Wan sent through the bond, not sure if he trusted his voice.
Love circulated so strongly through their Force bond that he didn’t need to hear the words back at the moment; he merely melted into Anakin’s arms, fulfilled by the fact that he had been chosen, and he had chosen Anakin in return.