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The brothel was suffocating, overly loud, overly smokey and overly crowded--at least, on the ground level. As soon as he and Myles passed on through to the stairs to the upper level, the sound dropped away and the grimey, pale orange Twi'lek glanced back to make sure they were following. Jango was uncomfortable in his borrowed armor and glared back, ignoring the look Myles sent him. He couldn’t believe his mate had the balls to go unarmored into a fucking brothel on a slave planet. Then again, Pantoran omegas weren’t that uncommon, were they? Plus, Myles was wearing Jango’s “symbol” on a chain about his neck, so maybe the Twi’lek thought he was Jango’s slave? Ugh, that was a horrible thought and Jango hated that he’d even considered it.

“--can’t promise how coherent the omega is,” the Twi-lek was saying and Jango snapped back to focus on the conversation. “Was pretty...er....out of it, last we checked.”

Myles hummed consideringly, then glanced at Jango again. “My...companion here is looking for something a little different, and he’d heard about the Stewjoni you had. Wanted to inspect them, maybe try them out--”

“W-Well....er... I suppose we could....er...orangise that?”

Jango raised an eyebrow and tapped his thigh twice--their signal to keep him talking. Myles tilted his head and nodded, glancing away and biting his lip. He really did look good out of the armor and dressed in traditional Mando clothing, even if it was a little more...revealing than either of them would like it to be. And full of concealed weaponry. No one needed to know about that, though. Besides, it amused him to no end to know Myles was competent with or without armor.

“Is there anything my companion should know before inspection?”

The twi-lek tilted his head in kind, frowning a little. There was no way this guy was the brothel’s owner. Probably ran it for a master or something. Jango ground his teeth together and waited while the Twi-lek seemed to consider the question for several long moments. At least he wasn’t wearing his usual colours. He did have spare armor for undercover work, even if it was slightly uncomfortable. And red. Red was definitely not his colour.

The Twi-lek opened his mouth to answer and was interrupted by a loud, slightly muffled moan. Jango stopped short, gaze darting to the end of the hall where a large, heavily-armed Trandoshan was currently blocking a doorway. Myles must’ve noticed the same thing, because he tapped out the code for ban'dush . Trouble. Jango blew out a sigh through his nose. No shit, Myles, he thought, eyeing the Trandoshan warily. Jango tapped back an affirmative and caught the Twi-lek looking between them suspiciously.

“We, er, had problems with this one,” he said, leading the way down the hall. Jango and Myles followed after him. Jango really didn’t want to do so, not with the way they were raising suspicions already. But they had heard about the Stewjoni omega and they really ought to check it out. After all, Stewjon had once been under Mandalorian protection and, if Jango was remembering correctly, still technically was. Hadn’t ever really been not under it. Of course, it wasn’t like anyone could really find the damn place anyway. “Big problems. Figured it out real quick-like, though...” The twi-lek huffed, almost laugh-like before he flapped a hand at the trandoshan. “Arssk, move. Got a customer for Stewjoni.”

The trandoshan, Arssk, grunted and shuffled aside. “It won’t shut up, Vekus--”

The twi-lek sent him a look and Arssk abruptly shut up. “I open the door, you grab the kid and then I’ll let the Mando at ‘im--”

Jango growled, softly, and Myles froze up. “The kid?” Myles asked, and the twi-lek whipped around to stare at them, then cursed. “What kid? No one mentioned a kid.”

“Fucking Mandos,” the twi-lek--Vekus--muttered, then sent them both a glower. “Look, ya want at ‘im or not?”

Myles looked at him, and Jango nodded. Kid or no kid, they needed to get the omega out of there. Myles just sighed and sent him a murderous look before turning a bright smile on Vekus. “My companion says yes.” Whatever look he sent Vekus next, it made the Twi-lek melt a little. “What's say I take the kid and we leave the boss--” he tilted his head towards Jango, “--with the omega, hm?”

Vekus grinned wickedly. “Sounds good.” He sent Jango an appraising look. “Helmet off first.”

Jango just stared flatly at him from behind his helmet, heaved a sigh and then reached up to pop the seals on his helmet. He took it off and watched the Twi-lek go very, very pale. Oh, yeah, he knew who he was staring down. At least it wiped that horrible grin off the asshole’s face. It also hit him full-face with desperate, horny omega pheromones that were very much not being contained behind a shoddy door. It almost made him think the poor omega was in heat, but that... That didn’t seem right to him. Unless they were attempting to breed him... And that was a whole other problem that Jango didn’t want to think about.

“I’ll double my offer if you keep your mouths shut,” Jango said, and Vekus nodded quickly. “Good.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Now get lost.”

But the fucking twi-lek hesitated a moment. “Thought ya should know... He’s in heat. Has been for weeks.”

Jango blinked and nodded. Well, fuck. That was quite a hitch to their plan. He slanted a look at Myles, then at Vekus. Whatever the twi-lek saw on his face sent him skittering off down the hall after squeezing past him. Jango turned to watch him go. When he was sure the twi-lek was gone, he turned back to give Arssk a look. The trandoshan hesitated a moment, looking between the two of them before heaving a sigh, rolling his eyes and turning to palm the sensor that opened the door. As soon the door opened, Arssk shuffled out the way. And Jango got the full force of the omega’s heat pheromones.

He growled lowly, grip tightening on his helmet. But he refused to move. Fuck, but the omega smelt really damn good. Jango’s restraint was definitely already very close to snapping. He heard Myles’ sharp intake of breath and glanced towards him. 

“Fuck,” Myles said, then switched to mando’a; “This is bad. How long has he been like this? ”

“Pale and grimey back there said weeks, Myles,” he said, also in mando’a. His mate sent him a dark look, then looked pointedly at the trandoshan. Jango followed his gaze. “Weeks?” he asked, this time in galactic standard, and raised an eyebrow. “How long?”

The trandoshan’s gaze flickered about the hallway, refusing to pause on any one spot for very long. “Uh....five? Maybe six?” He shrugged. “I dunno. Didn’t keep count.”

“Kept count enough to make that kind of guess,” Myles muttered darkly, then took a tentative step towards the still-dark room that Arssk had revealed by opening the door. “Heats are not supposed to last that long.” He sent Arssk another look. “You lot know nothing about Stewjoni omegas, do you?”

“Uuhhh...”

“Like the fact that they should be mated as soon as possible or they’ll enter a nasty heat Mandalorians like to call kyr’nadal .” Myles took another careful step towards the looming, dark doorway. “A death-heat, if you will.” He crouched before the doorway, squinting into the darkness. “They also tend to turn feral. How many alphas have you sent to their deaths in the last few months, hm? Five? Ten?”

Arssk made a strangled noise. “Twenty-nine.”

Jango snorted. Myles just sighed. “How am I not surprised?” He glanced towards the trandoshan again. “Is that why he’s so expensive? And the reason for all those waivers we had to sign?”

The trandoshan grunted an assertive, then shuffled further away from the door. Jango growled lowly, and was startled by an echoing growl from somewhere within the dark room. His gaze jerked back to the doorway Myles was crouched in front of. Where his mate was now making a low, soothing noise.

“Easy,” Myles was saying, now that Jango was focused again. “Easy, omega. Udesii, ad’ika, udesii. Mhi ne'ven kadala ghi, meshurok’ika.” 

A low growl was the response to that, followed by a whimpering child and then a soft cooing and some low, fond Mando’a. Apparently the omega knew their language. Not surprising, considering they were Stewjoni. Jango ground his teeth together, tense and waiting but unwilling to move. He didn’t want to scare anyone, not yet. 

“Tion gar gai ?” Myles asked, and it was a reasonable question. They would need to know the omega’s name eventually. Might as well be the first thing they learn about him. That earned them another growl. Thank the stars Myles knew how to talk feral omegas down. “Please, omega. We just want to help.”

“Usen'ye! ” the omega hissed, low and threatening. It was killing him that they couldn’t see him yet. “Gar cuyolir be'chaaj teh mhi.”

Myles just shuffled forward a little bit, ignoring the growling coming from the darkened room. Definitely knew Mando’a , but that accent was atrocious. Kalevalan, maybe? And with an odd core world lilt to it. Maybe Coruscanti? It made Jango frown. What reason would a Stewjoni omega have for being in the core worlds? Let alone long enough to pick up a Coruscanti accent? It was confusing… And concerning. 

“Mhi cuy olar at mav gar,” Myles told him and the omega hissed at them.

“Jehar!” the omega said and then they switched to galactic basic. “You’re welcome to come in here and try me, filthy alpha. I don’t trust a word your whore says!”

Jango blinked. Myles jerked back at that and glanced over his shoulder at him. He swallowed and met his mate’s gaze. “You must be scent blind,” Jango said lowly, then switched to Mando’a again; “Kaysh ne’cuyir ner dalgaana!”

The omega was silent for a long moment while Myles tilted his head, watching Jango as Jango watched the doorway. “Cyar’ika ?”

He held up a hand, eyes darting to the trandoshan. “You won’t be needed,” he said and the trandoshan nodded, then skittered off down the hallway after his twi-lek friend. Jango watched him go before turning to face the doorway again. He inhaled deeply, taking in a lungful of omega heat pheromones. He groaned, forcing himself to only take the two steps necessary to join Myles in front of the door. “Myles, would you get the lights?”

Myles crept forwards a little, ignoring the little hiss the omega gave when he rose and stepped up into the doorway to check blindly for the panel to bring the lights up inside the room--not too high. Especially not if the omega had been kept in the dark or semi-dark for weeks or months.

“Kaysh cuyir ner riduur,” Jango said softly, gaze darting towards Myles as he found the panel and started to bring the lights up, just a little bit. “My mate, omega.”

“Mate?” the omega asked, sounding confused now. “But... I don’t...understand...”

“Myles and I have issues with slavery,” he added after a moment, then pulled the neck of his kute down to reveal the scarring from the collar he wore after Gildaraan. He was very glad that Myles hadn’t died on Gildaraan and that he’d come to rescue Jango from that spice transport. And ever since then, they’d both taken on slaver rings whenever they reasonably could. “Let’s just say, we’re not fans.”

The omega snorted. “And yet, you’re here to use me?”

Jengo flinched and looked away. “We heard of a Stewjoni Omega,” he said carefully, adjusting his grip on his helmet slightly--nervously, if he was being honest with himself. “Decided to investigate.”

“Planned to rescue them,” Myles added, finally bringing the lights up enough for Jango to catch the shadowy figure crouched by the far wall, between what appeared to be a cot and dresser of some kind. He squinted into the dim room, catching a glimpse of red hair and pale skin. “Maybe kill a few slavers on the way out.”

The omega snorted, shifting slightly, but stayed still. Jango saw them turn a little, clearly checking on someone else--the kid, obviously. There was a smaller shape near them and they were squirming quite a bit. Jango tried not to focus on them too much.

“Jango,” Myles said, and his attention snapped back to his mate. “I smell blood.”

The omega cursed softly and suddenly they were moving, the smaller shape set aside. Jango froze--they were coming straight for him, and moving fast. Faster than he’d think a heat-addled omega should be moving. “Wha--”

The omega tackled him to the floor, straddling him. Jango’s helmet bounced and then rolled away. He heard Myles curse and say something, but he had a lapful of pretty omega and he couldn’t focus past them. They were a redhead, but they also had blue eyes and a smattering of freckles across their cheeks. Jango could safely admit to himself that they were pretty. Very pretty. And very much Stewjoni. He swallowed thickly and refused to move, letting the omega lean down over him and in close. He realised rather quickly that the omega was scenting him, eyes narrowed but hazy.

“They drugged me,” he said, almost conversationally as he kept inspecting Jango. “M’not sure...what it was...but...” He lifted a hard to shove hair out of his face with a grimace. “Kor’ika is scared...and I don’t blame him.... Fett...” Jango stared up at him, lips parting slightly. The scent of needy omega had intensified by several degrees and he was struggling to stay still, to stay in control and not just jump the pretty redhead. Myles made a disgruntled noise but Jango didn’t dare look away. “Mand’alor.” The word was said almost reverently. “If I continue like this much longer, I have a feeling that I may die...”

“Omega,” Jango rumbled with just a touch of disapproval. The omega closed his eyes and groaned, dropping down to press his forehead to Jango’s shoulder. “We don’t want you to die.”

“I don’t want to die,” the omega mumbled into his shoulder.

Jango sent his mate a look and Myles grimaced. “Options?” Jango asked, and Myles sighed, moving to crouch beside them. He glanced towards his mate, one hand coming up to cup the back of the omega’s head, fingers tangling into dirty, tangled hair. “We can’t leave him or the ad here.”

“Obi-Wan,” the omega grumbled. “My name is Obi-Wan.”

“Obi-Wan,” he repeated, grip tightening slightly. The younger man whimpered, pressing closer and Jango swore softly. He hoped the omega couldn’t feel his arousal, but he could certainly feel the omega’s hard cock pressing against his kute between the pieces of his beskar’gam. He couldn’t feel more than pressure and heat, maybe a little twitch every now and then, not through the thick material of his kute , but still. It was more than enough to have Jango’s own cock hard and interested. He was more than happy to just lay there beneath the omega, though. Myles was not the type of omega to just let Jango take what he wanted, and something told him this omega wasn’t that type either. And that was only supported by the fact that this man had killed almost every alpha that had tried to claim him in the past several weeks since his heat had been induced. Jango didn’t want to think about how long the slavers had had him, especially considering the kid the twi-lek mentioned earlier--who was apparently this Kor’ika that Obi-Wan had mentioned just a moment ago.

“I...” Obi-Wan stopped short with another whimper, then moaned slightly. “I don’t have much time...”

Jango sent Myles a desperate look. “Much time for what?”

“For clarity,” the omega hissed and pulled back to plant his hands on Jango’s shoulders--and that was when Jango noticed the thin, delicate collar around Obi-Wan’s neck. Complete with a tiny green light that was solidly on. Obi-Wan growled, sounding frustrated. “Alpha...”

He tensed, eyes lingering on the collar before darting up to meet the man’s gaze. Obi-Wan’s eyes were a shade darker than before and his pupils were blown wide, so much so that they were almost swallowing up the blue. “Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan growled again and Jango heard Myles swear softly from the doorway behind the omega. “You’re safe,” the omega murmured, fingers digging into his shoulders. Jango felt his thighs clamp down on him, felt his knees digging into his hips and tensed slightly. “You... Gar ven’vabiir, ‘alor...”

“I’ll do, will I?” Jango asked, slightly amused. “Is that why you fought the others so hard? Even killed some of them?” He studied Obi-Wan closely as the omega let out a small, rumble-like noise and leaned in a little. “Weren’t worthy, huh?”

“No,” the omega growled lowly, almost threateningly.

“But I am?”

Obi-Wan blinked at that and pulled back a little. “You’re the Mand’alor,” he said, as if that explained everything--and it had Jango wondering how he even knew about that. No one except for maybe five people who survived Gildaraan should’ve known that. “And you have more honour in your little finger than all the ones who came before.”

Jango cast a glance towards Myles. “And how would you know that?”

The omega shrugged. “I felt it,” he said, shifting slightly over Jango’s hips. “I know I can trust you...”

“Jetii,” Myles hissed, and Jango’s gaze darted towards him. “Osi'kyr!”

Fuck. The pretty Stewjoni was a fucking jedi? Jango moved before he’d even seriously thought about it, rolling them to pin the omega beneath him, pressing his manacled wrists against the floor with a low, threatening growl. “You’re a jedi?”

Obi-Wan made a noise of surprise and went still beneath him, staring up at him with wide, heat-glazed eyes. “Currently?” he asked after a moment, and frowned. “Doubtful.”

It took a moment for Jango to put the pieces together. A jedi omega, the slavery, the child... Oh, fuck. “They don’t know where you are,” he breathed, easing his grip slightly. “Do they even know if you’re alive?”

The omega snorted. “Probably not...”

“They likely think he’s dead,” Myles added quietly and Jango nodded. “Regardless of whether he’s a jedi or not, he’s still an omega in need, who is also currently a slave.” His mate moved to touch Jango’s shoulder gently. “So how about I take the ad and you help the omega since you’re better equipped for that? And while I watch the ad, I can do research, maybe slice into a few databases and such, see if I can find anything we might’ve missed?”

Jango glared at jedi beneath him for a moment, trying to ignore his throbbing cock and the scent of an omega mid-heat so he could think clearly. He didn’t like jedi, never really had...but this was an omega in heat, currently wearing clear signs of slavery--and he had a child to think of. He swallowed thickly and eased his grip even more, attempting to relax slightly. It wasn’t exactly working, but he was certainly trying.

“Okay,” he muttered, taking a deep breath. “Okay. I can do that... Er, is there anything we need to know before we start?”

Obi-Wan made a strangled kind of noise and closed his eyes. “You may need to mate me...properly...”

Jango raised an eyebrow at that. “Properly?”

The omega just tilted his head to the side to expose his neck and shoulder. The sight of all that bared skin made his teeth ache and Jango ground them together. “You mean I’ll have to bond with you?”

“M’sorry,” the omega mumbled, whimpering at the tone he’d said that in. “...can’t...hold out much longer...and Bant said......if it lasts more than a week or two.....need to bond...”

Jango blinked. He didn’t know who this Bant was, but it sounded like they were a medic or healer or some kind. “You know quite a bit about me,” he said carefully, shifting up a bit more so he could release one wrist and move that hand to gently caress Obi-Wan’s neck and shoulder, tracing the dirty, bared skin gently. “And yet we know very little of you, jet’ika.”

Now that he was looking closer, he could see that Obi-Wan was quite a bit younger than he and Myles, that he was more ragged than Jango had initially thought, too--too thin, too gaunt and pale. And he was burning up. Jango could feel the heat radiating off him, could see the sweat beading along his forehead, his neck, the curve of his shoulder. Fuck, but he was young and he was definitely not looking well.

“Obi-Wan,” he said and the jedi turned his head back, eyes slitted against the light. “How much longer do you have? Weeks? Days? Hours?”

The jedi frowned, then squeezed his eyes shut again. Jango watched as a tremor spread through him that left the younger man panting though parted lips, clearly in pain. “Days,” he said weakly, struggling to focus now; Jango could see it clearly. “Hours, maybe?”

“Fuck,” Jango hissed, and jerked upright a little, leaving Obi-Wan sprawled out on the floor beneath him as he knelt between his splayed legs. “Fuck. Okay.” He stared down at the omega for a moment, trying to think of their options. “Alright, jet’ika. C’mon, let’s get you out of here.”

“You really think they’ll let us leave with him?” Myles asked, and Jango nearly startled--he’d nearly forgotten that his mate was there. Jango hummed a little, tilting his head consideringly.

“Probably not,” he said carefully, “but surely there’re windows up here?”

Myles seemed to consider that for a moment before he stood and stepped into the room Obi-Wan had been kept in. “Possibly.” Jango glanced back at him and frowned. “I take the kid back downstairs and through the exit, you take the window?”

Jango nodded. “I imagine I’ll need to break a few things.”

“Probably.”

Obi-Wan whined in distress, which caused both of them to look at him. “The collar?”

He swore again, glaring at the offending thing. The cuffs shouldn’t be a problem, but the collar... That was another issue entirely. Jango could see the little green light on there flickering slightly. 

He couldn’t help wondering where the detonator might be. “That is a problem, isn’t it?” he mused, shifting to get another look at it from a slightly different angle. “The detonator, where is it?”

Obi-Wan growled at him. “Vekus,” he hissed, the tone vicious and angry. “He has one for Kor’ika, too.”

“We’ll get them both, don’t worry,” Myles said, and disappeared into the room. Jango heard him speaking lowly to the ad in Mando’a, his tone soothing and reassuring. The boy only spoke once and that was to call for his buir , who murmured reassuringly in something that wasn’t Mando’a. Jango let them talk for a moment, hauling Obi-Wan upright after a moment when it was clear the omega wasn’t going to do so himself.

“Be good, Kor’ika,” Obi-Wan said when Myles emerged from the room with the boy on his hip. A gorgeous little blue-eyed boy with red-blonde hair. Jango swallowed thickly and tried not to think too much about what any other children the omega might have would look like. Myles just sent him a knowing look and Jango deliberately turned his attention away from the omega and his son. “The ‘alor and I will be out soon, so listen to Myles and don’t run off. Elek?”

Kor’ika mumbled a confirmation and Obi-Wan smiled weakly. Jango caught a glimpse of it from the corner of his eyes. He respectfully let them have their moment before he stood and helped Obi-Wan up as well. “C’mon,” he said, letting the jedi lean heavily against him. “Let’s get you out of here. Myles, let me know when you have the detonators.”

“Elek, ‘alor.”

With that said, Jango guided the omega into the room and shut the door on Myles, who had turned and headed for the stairs. He made sure the door was as secure as he could while also trying not to let the jedi distract him. The omega was making soft, needy noises as he moved about the room. Jango, having retrieved his buy’ce from the hall, was currently placing explosives around the room while he listened to the omega padding about and fluffing things. Pillows and blankets probably, limited as his supplies were. He could hear the jedi muttering as he worked, buy’ce firmly in place as he tried to focus. Obi-Wan’s heat scent was strong, a lot stronger than he thought it’d be, considering the filters in his helmet.

“Fett.”

He hesitated a moment before he glanced over his shoulder. Obi-Wan had thrown a blanket about his shoulders and was frowning. “Yes?”

“How...much longer?”

Jango tilted his head. “You’re very coherent for an omega deep into a nasty, month-long heat.”

Obi-Wan shrugged. “Jedi.”

He snorted and turned back to the wall, eyeing his work so far. “Right. Only a few minutes.” He started placing explosives again, a little more carefully. “Can you wait that long? Maybe sit down and not pace like a caged animal?”

The omega snorted. “You act like I’m some feral loth-wolf.”

He might be protesting, but Jango heard him sit down on the bed. “Aren’t you, though?” he asked. The scoff that earned him made him smile, even as he finished his work and stood to put the explosives he didn’t need away in one of the pouches on his belt. When he looked up, he found the omega sitting on the edge of his very, very pitiful bed. The cot was metal and bolted to the wall with a thin mattress on it. The only blanket he had was currently wrapped around him and there were a couple of thin, worn pillows that were little more than rags and couldn’t really be called pillows. For a brothel with a rare omega in it, the room was pitifully under-dressed.

“Hmph. Better feral than bred until I can’t do it anymore.”

“Fair point,” Jango conceded and moved towards the shuttered and boarded up window--because there was in fact a window and someone had gone to great effort to ensure it was securely closed off. Not bricked up, no, but close enough. Jango eyed the window then the omega on the bed. “Do you want me to mark you before we leave? I can’t guarantee that you won’t attract attention once I blast the window open.”

Obi-Wan snorted again. “I’m a trained jedi, Fett. I think I can handle myself for a little longer.” He paused and seemed to consider that for a moment and then tilted his head. “But scenting me heavily can’t hurt.”

Jango sighed. “You just want an excuse to scent me, too, don’t you?” he asked, reaching up to pop the seals on his helmet and pull it off. “You do remember I’m already mated, right?”

“Alphas are known to have more than one omega on occasion,” the omega said, shrugging again. “Besides, Myles didn’t seem to mind the idea.”

“That’s because Myles isn’t your normal kind of omega.”

“No, he’s feral.” Obi-Wan grinned at him. Jango thought he looked ridiculous, and he sounded just as ridiculous as he looked. No wonder his captors were having trouble with him. The jedi was a fucking menace. “And you happen to like that.”

“Did your force tell you that?”

The jedi’s eyes glinted in amusement. “Nope. Your cock did.”

Jango blinked. “Oh, really?”

“Mmhmm. You haven’t stopped smelling of arousal since you heard how many alphas I took out while they were trying to breed me.”

Ah, so they had been trying to do that. Jango hummed non-committedly and tucked his buy’ce into the crook of his elbow, turning to study the window and his explosives placement again. “How long have they had you?” he asked, mentally taking stock of his supplies. He probably had enough explosives to blow the window as well as the rest of the room, so that was good...but he wasn’t sure if the jedi would be bothered by the noise or not. Not to mention he’d need to convince him to get dressed, and he was pretty sure the omega would currently prefer to be naked. He glanced back to find the jedi watching him.

“Huh...no one’s ever bothered to ask me that...but...hm...” Obi-Wan trailed off thoughtfully, looking disgruntled as he tried to mentally tally up the time spent in the slavery. “A year, maybe two? M’not sure...time tends to blur together occasionally...”

“You did say they drugged you,” Jango reminded him gently, then pulled his helmet back on. “I suspect something addictive? And probably something to suppress your force-sensitivity on top of the cuffs.”

“Spice, I think,” the omega said, twitching the blanket tighter around him. “Maybe something else. M’not sure...”

“Are you having trouble accessing the force?” he asked, moving to trace the edges of the window and scanning it with his HUD to check for structural weaknesses. At Obi-Wan’s assentive noise, Jango frowned. “Do you feel...mentally stable?”

“It comes and goes with no warning,” the jedi said softly and Jango heard the cot creak as Obi-Wan shifted. “Sometimes, I can reach out into the force so easily...and other times it’s like a solid wall blocking the path...” The omega sighed longingly. “As for my mental state...sometimes I feel so calm, so....relaxed, like nothing can bother me but at other times, I feel so angry and uncontrolled...”

“Fuck,” Jango muttered, glancing over at him. “That sounds like Purple Lotus.”

The omega blinked at him. “Is that bad?”

“Detox is going to be hell,” he told him, and pulled a couple more small explosives off his belt. “Don’t worry. I happen to have a very gifted medic on standby back on Concord Dawn. He’ll help you through the withdrawals.”

“...that is more than I could have ever expected,” the jedi said softly, looking a little surprised. “I thought, after Gildaraan, that you would rather kill a jedi than help them...”

Jango shrugged. “I hunted down most of the ones involved in that already,” he said, turning to place the explosives around the window, paying careful attention to the weak points in the structure. “You needn’t be worried about that. I’m still not a fan of the jedi, but I don’t hate the entire Order, Obi-Wan.”

“Oh...”

He ignored the soft little wondering tone of that oh and focused on setting up their exit. Then he’d go quickly scent the incorrigible omega so that he would smell less like he was unclaimed. Once they were out, they’d need to reconvene with Myles and head for their ship. He finished fixing the last one in place and stepped back, studying his handiwork for a moment before he pulled his helmet off again and turned to head towards the bed. Obi-Wan perked up as he did so, eyes widening slightly.

“You’re really going through with this?”

“Have I given you reason to doubt me?”

Obi-Wan scowled. “No.”

“Good, then let’s get this over with and when Myles comms to tell us he has the remotes, we’ll move out.”

The jedi nodded and let Jango tug the blankets down off his shoulders before Jango joined him on the cot. As soon as he was settled and had placed his buy’ce carefully aside, he had an armful of needy omega. Jango exhaled heavily and let the omega snuggle up to him, leaning down to carefully scent along the crook of his neck. Jango let him cuddle close, carefully brushing hair out of his face and off his neck while the jedi’s scent slowly bled more towards content and safe-feeling rather than the angry, aggressive half-feral heat state he’d been in before. They stayed like that until his comm beeped, startling the omega a little. They had to have been sitting there for nearly an hour now. Jango soothed him quickly and reached for his helmet, quickly pulling it on and answering the call. How he hadn’t jumped the man yet, he didn’t know. He wasn’t going to question it, either.

“Tion’din'kartay?” he asked lowly, keeping his other hand on the omega while he shifted his wrist to show the detonator button on his gauntlet.

“You’re clear,” Myles said, and it sounded like he’d found a quiet place to comm him from--possibly even went back to the ship. “I hope you didn’t mind the loss of credits--or that I said you’d adopted the boy.”

“Myles,” he said warningly but his mate just huffed and made a noise that Jango knew meant he was waving him off. “Where are you?”

“Back on the ship,” his mate said, and there came another huff, almost like he was chasing something--or someone--around. “Got changed into my beskar, didn’t want to risk anything. Fuck, but this kid can move.”

“He’s force-sensitive,” Obi-Wan muttered, startling Jango a little. He hadn’t realised the jedi could hear their conversation.

Miles snorted out a laugh. “That explains a few things, then.”

 “Mmh...” Obi-Wan snuggled into his chest, pressing harder against him and Jango had to hold himself very, very still lest he do something incredibly stupid before they got out of there. “Kor’ika...” And then he said something in that other language. There was a flurry of noise on the other end of the call and suddenly Myles was laughing.  Obi-Wan chuckled.

Jango squinted down at him, suspicious. “What did you tell him?”

The omega grunted. “Told him to behave.”

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head a little even as he heard Myles speaking to the boy quietly for a moment. “What language was that?”

Obi-Wan turned his head a little, squinting up at him. “Dai Bendu.”

Jango’s gaze narrowed, watching the way the omega avoided his gaze and tucked his face back into Jango’s chest, shivering a little. He was lying. Jango could tell. “Hmm. I see.”

They lapsed into silence, listening to Myles mutter to Obi-Wan’s ad’ika until the omega stirred, shifting against him and making a soft distressed noise. He wasn’t going to make the man tell him. Jango wasn’t cruel. When Obi-Wan decided he could trust him with the truth, he’d listen. Honestly, it was probably Stewjoni. It was familiar enough to Mando’a, though a little different—influenced by Stewjon’s isolationist nature and the native peoples. And the Taung. Most of Mandalorian space was the same, though there could be some throwback genetics every now and then. That didn’t mean Jango understood it, though. He exhaled heavily through his nose, nudging the omega’s cheek with the chin of his helmet very carefully. 

“Ready?” he asked softly and Obi-Wan made a soft noise of protest before he sighed, pulling away slightly. 

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“It’ll be loud,” he warned and the omega scoffed at him. 

“Just blow the karking windows out, Fett.”

Jango shrugged, yanked the redhead back into him and rolled them over to press Obi-Wan into the bunk in one smooth move, then hesitated. Myles was back on the ship. He’d said something about credits. Jango froze. Honestly, he should’ve paid more attention. Obi-Wan whimpered beneath him and Jango exhaled heavily. 

“Change of plans,” he said, brushing hair out of the Jedi’s eyes. “I need you on your feet, jet’ika.”

Obi-wan whined a protest, staring up at him with wide, impossibly dark eyes. “Fett…?”

“Think you can handle going through the brothel instead of the window?”

The omega stared up at him for a long moment before shoving at his shoulders. Jango rolled off of him and onto his feet, turning to offer Obi-Wan a hand. The jedi took it, letting himself be hauled up onto his feet. Jango hesitated a moment before he yanked his helmet off and tugged the pretty jetii in close, arm around his waist. He dropped his helmet onto the bed and cupped the redhead’s chin with his free hand, tilting his chin up so he could kiss him. Obi-Wan groaned into the kiss and immediately tried to deepen it, but he kept it fairly light, mostly teasing as he traced Obi-Wan’s lips with his tongue. The omega gasped but he pulled back instead of taking that for the invitation it clearly was. Obi-Wan made a protesting noise and Jango cleared his throat, rubbing a gloved thumb over his cheek. He really was quite pretty. 

“Mesh’la,” he murmured softly, and the omega flushed very prettily. 

“What was that for?” Obi-Wan asked, once he had his breathing under control again. 

Jango grinned. “Luck.”

The redhead snorted. Jango reluctantly released him and the omega handed him his helmet. He wasn’t sure when the jetii had picked it up but he found that he didn’t really mind much. Jango accepted it with a kiss to the omega’s cheek, making him blush beautifully, then stepped back and slipped his helmet back on. 

“Shall we?” he asked, and Obi-Wan nodded. “Play meek. Gotta let them think I’ve tamed you, at least until we get out of here. Though, if anyone else tries to touch you, feel free to bite them.” He eyed the man for a moment and then cocked his head. “Are you hurt? I’m sorry I didn’t ask before.”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “Minor cuts and bruises,” he said reassuringly. “And… I have a few…marks between my thighs.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, tugging the omega back into his arms. He really wanted to ask what kind of marks, but it was clear that the topic was bothering the Jedi. He decided to switch gears a little. “Have you got anything to wear? Other than the blanket?”

Again, Obi-Wan shook his head. Then he blinked, turned in Jango’s arms and stared hard at the dresser. After a moment, he made a thoughtful little noise and Jango released him, watching the omega as he went over to the dresser and started yanking open drawers to rifle through them. Scraps of clothing and various other things went flying. None of which Jango wanted to look closely at. Eventually, Obi-Wan came up with a semi-opaque robe with a belt that would probably only hit mid-thigh on him. 

“Best I can do right now,” he said, showing it to Jango. It was a soft blue, like his eyes, with silver embroidery. The same shade as Myles’s skin, as the trim on Myles’s silver jacket earlier. He swallowed thickly and nodded, earning himself a bright smile from the omega.

Jango had to turn away while Obi-Wan pulled it on. Seeing him in Jango’s colours was distracting and he couldn’t afford to be distracted right now. Obi-Wan huffed and Jango turned back around. Yeah, that was barely mid-thigh. And he could clearly see the omega’s cock peeking out from between the folds of fabric. Shit. He stalked over to the bed and yanked the ratty blanket off it, turning towards the redhead. Obi-Wan was watching him, looking a little concerned. He thrust the blanket at him. 

“Wrap that over top,” he grunted, voice rough. “I don’t want them looking at more of you than they should be…”

Obi-Wan smirked at him, pressing in close, the blanket caught between them, and fingers slipping beneath the edge of his kute and up his neck, beneath the helmet to touch his chin. “Are we jealous, ‘Alor?”

He swallowed thickly. “Obi-Wan…”

“Don’t worry,” the omega said, smirk fading into a teasing smile as he dragged his fingers back down Jango’s neck to rest on the collar of his kute. “I chose you . No one else will compare to a Mandalorian king, will they?”

“Not a king,” he muttered, the reaction knee-jerk. Automatic. 

Obi-Wan scoffed at him. “You will be,” he said, hand slipping lower to rest over his kar'ta beskar , pressing hard enough that Jango felt the whole chest plate pressing against him. “You’ve earned your title, have you not? You’ll continue to earn it.”

“Mesh’la,” he murmured and Obi-Wan huffed, pulling away and letting his hand drop. 

“Take me away from here, ner Mand’alor.”

“With pleasure.”

They made it downstairs without a fuss. The Trandoshan seemed surprised to see him marching Obi-Wan out. Vekus looked pissed. He didn’t intervene, though, so that was one good thing. At the door that led outside, Jango hesitated and glanced back. He made sure he met Vekus’s gaze before subtly hitting the button to detonate the explosives at the same time. A second later, they exploded. The blast shook the entire building and sent people scattering as dust poured down the stairs into the main room of the brothel. It nearly knocked him off his feet, but Jango merely shoved the omega into the nearest wall to protect him. 

As soon as the dust settled, he pulled back, dragging the omega with him. His ears were still ringing—Obi-Wan’s probably were too—but he didn’t care. They needed to leave now, before Vekus realised this was his doing, so he hauled the omega up over his shoulder and turned for the exit, peering back over his shoulder through the whirling dust and smoke. He could hear screaming in the distance—hopefully the explosion upstairs would be enough of a distraction for the rest of the slaves to stage a revolt and escape. Jango was sure Myles had used the signals from the detonators for Obi-Wan and Kor’ika to hack into the system and disable all of the collars and chips. He wouldn’t be surprised. 

With one last glance about the room, Jango readjusted his grip and darted out the door. As soon as he had the space to do so, he ignited his jetpack—which caused the omega to curse him out a few times. Right. Flames too close to his face. Should’ve thought of that before grabbing the man. Fuck. No time to fix that. Jango turned and headed for his ship. Best to get out of there before they pinned it on him.

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Myles was waiting for him when he barrelled onto the ship carrying Obi-Wan. Jango ignored him and headed straight for the room across from theirs, palming the door open. He could hear Myles following him and glanced back to find his mate hovering in the doorway, looking concerned with Kor’ika on his hip. The toddler looked pretty tired and cranky. He was staring at Jango and Obi-Wan, so he gently set the omega down on his feet, steadying him so he wouldn’t fall over.

“I’m okay, Kor’ika,” Obi-Wan told him, swaying into Jango’s side as he turned away. Jango tensed but didn’t try to move away. The redhead was still quite dosed up on Lotus and mid-heat. “The ‘Alor is going to help papa, okay? So be good for ba'vodu Myles.”

Kor’ika stared at them with wide eyes. “'Lek, buir.”

Obi-Wan nodded and Myles took that as his cue. So did Jango. He gently guided the omega away, towards the bunk. Myles glanced back at them and gave him a nod. Jango smiled, hidden by his helmet, and kept moving. Obi-Wan needed his help and he needed it sooner rather than later. 

Jango herded him closer to the bed and onto it. Obi-Wan protested a little but settled when he nudged the omega towards the wall and the blankets bunched up against it. He watched for a moment as the jetii buried his face in the pillow and moaned lowly. The sound went straight to his groin and Jango bit his lip. Fuck.

“Easy, mesh’la, I’ll be right there,” he told him, glad that he was still wearing his buy’ce . Jango was sure if he wasn’t, he’d be hit full-force with omega heat scent. Shit. Okay. He needed to hurry up. “Just gotta make sure we’re safe, ‘lek?”

“ K’iviinir,” the omega muttered and Jango huffed, turning to go and lock the door.

Hurry, indeed. He checked in with Myles, who was getting the ship ready to lift off, and then returned to Obi-Wan’s side. He had a feeling the stewjoni’ad might trigger his rut, especially if his heat had been that long so far, and so strong. He blew out a soft breath and started working on the catches to his beskar’gam . Best to get out of his armour before the omega got too impatient. He caught a glimpse of the supplies Myles had left for them as he turned and smiled to himself. His riduur was always thinking ahead.

“Mand’alor.”

Jango shuddered and turned his attention back to Obi-Wan, to the jetii in his bed. He quickly stripped off the last of his armour, and then lifted his helmet off, setting it aside. Omega heat scent hit him hard and he swayed. Jango closed his eyes briefly, lips parting. Fuck, but that was stronger than earlier. Kriff. He really needed to get moving, before Obi-Wan crashed hard. Which was possible, since the omega had mentioned that Stewjoni omegas had a harder time being unmated and with nastier heats.

“Jango.”

He opened his eyes and turned his head to find the jetii watching him, eyes dark and pupils dilated. “Omega,” he rumbled, watching the jetii’s eyes widen slightly. “Obi-Wan. Just....give me a moment.”

Obi-Wan nodded. He was laying with his back to the wall now. Jango stared at him for a moment, noting that the tattered blanket he’d been wrapped in was shoved into a corner and he’d pulled Jango’s spare blanket over him. He recognised it as one from their bed, knew that it would smell like him and Myles, and sex. Needy omega and satisfied alpha. He watched the jetii’s gaze dart down and smirked. Yeah, he was hard already, no longer constrained behind his ven’cabur, and he had a pretty, needy omega looking at him. He was hardly going to hide how that affected him, though he should probably strip out his kute.

The ship thrummed to life beneath his feet and Jango bared his teeth, shoving his kute down past his hips as he felt it lift off. He kicked it off and joined Obi-Wan on the bed as it broke atmosphere. It wouldn’t be long before they made the jump into hyperspace. Jango tugged Obi-Wan away from the wall and rolled him onto his back.

“You’re sure about this?” he asked, crawling between the omega’s legs and hovering over him. He wanted to give the jetii one last chance to back out--not that they truly had the option, but consent was important to Jango. He hoped the redhead appreciated him checking one last time.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan murmured, sliding his hands up Jango’s arms and behind his neck. “Don’t have much choice, do we?”

Jango huffed. “Consent is still important.”

“Mmh...” The redhead tugged at him a little and Jango went, letting himself be pulled down on top of the omega, who shuddered at all the sudden skin contact. “I would’ve thought you’d be lost to instincts by now.”

He snorted. “Mando’ade, remember?”

The jetii huffed, lips tilting up in a fond smile. “I’m well aware, ner Manda’lor. ”

Jango chuckled, putting a little more weight on the redhead, who shuddered hard. He kept his hands above the shoulders for the moment, lowering himself onto his forearms, elbows tucked into crooks of  the redhead’s shoulders. 

“Mesh’la,” he murmured, keeping his tone low and soothing even as he felt the ship jolt as Myles jumped them into hyperspace. “Udesii.”

Obi-Wan made a questioning noise and Jango shushed him.

“It’s just Myles making the jump to hyper,” he said, still low and soothing. “Figured you’d want to be as far from that planet as possible before they noticed you missing.”

Obi-Wan snorted at that. “They know you brought me, Jango,” he said, sounding amused—and a little breathless. “You won’t be hard to track.”

It was Jango’s turn to make a questioning noise. “Perhaps,” he allowed, amused now. “But Myles is good at what he does. They won’t be able to track us, not once we’re out of the system.”

“And Hutt space.”

“And Hutt space,” he agreed, exhaling carefully. Obi-Wan made a face, squirming beneath him.

“Please,” he asked, tugging at Jango again.

“Oh, mesh’la, don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

The redhead shifted to spread his legs, letting Jango settle between them, hard cock against hard cock, supplemented by slick heat. Fuck, but the omega was soaked . It was enough to drive him crazy. But Jango forced himself not to get distracted. Not yet. They had a little time.

“Once your heat is over,” he said, shifting to put all of his weight on his right arm and sliding the other out of the way, hand coming to rest on Obi-Wan's hip, helping him to rock up against him. “We’ll get those chips removed, let you detox….make sure you’re safe. And then I’ll take you home.”

Obi-Wan tensed up, nostrils flaring as he stared up at Jango. “You’re not keeping me… You can’t.”

Jango blinked at him stupidly for a moment and then groaned. He shook his head, fingers flexing on the redhead’s hip over flimsy blue fabric. “Obi-Wan, I’m not stupid enough to try and keep you from the Jedi.” He gave him a knowing look. “I meant your home, not mine.”

For a long moment, the omega just stared up at him before abruptly sagging back down against the bunk. “Oh,” he said softly, biting his lip. “I see.”

Jango cocked his head, frowning. Wasn’t that what he wanted? To go back to the Jedi? He tried to figure out what the redhead wanted but the expression on the jetii’s face was almost unreadable. He couldn’t make out much past concern and a single flare of hope. 

Fuck. He was so karked, wasn’t he? Myles was going to laugh in his face when he heard about this. Jango buried his face in the redhead’s shoulder and moaned softly. Yeah, Myles was definitely going to laugh at him. Jango Fett, Mand’alor, was not smitten with a red headed jetii. He was not. 

He totally was. 

And he was about to mate the man properly. 

Fuck.

“Sorry,” Obi-Wan muttered after a moment, which had Jango lifting his head to look at him. “I misunderstood what you meant.” He hesitated, eyes on Jango’s. He could see the heat haze creeping back in. “Thank you…for being honourable.”

Jango swallowed thickly. “You’re welcome.”

Abruptly, Obi-Wan flipped them, straddling him and holding him down by the shoulders. Wet, slick heat pressed against his groin and Jango gasped, cock twitching. The redhead was still wearing the collar and Jango wanted it off, but that could wait a moment. He was glad he’d left his belt within reach of the bed, gaze lingering on the offending collar. He really wanted it off. He was sure Obi-Wan did, too. 

And then he was distracted by the jetii shrugging his flimsy little robe off his shoulders, eyes following the fabric as it caught in the bend of Obi-Wan’s elbows, bunching up. He wanted to rip the robe off him and swallowed the urge quickly. Obi-Wan caught it, if the glint in his eyes was anything to go by. Jango wet his lips, watching those pretty blue eyes dart down to follow the movement. 

“Like what you see?” Obi-Wan asked, voice low, and rocked his hips down against Jango’s. Jango’s cock twitched again. He very much did and the jetii knew it. 

“You know I do,” he rasped, both hands now on the redhead’s hips. He slid one hand up, lifting it when it got caught in bunched up fabric until he could touch the collar with trembling fingers. Stars, he was so close to losing it. 

Obi-Wan’s expression twisted a little at that. “Fett—”

“I want it off, mesh’la,” he breathed, then let his hand slide down the redhead’s arm to brush against the cuffs. “These, too.”

“Ah,” he said in understanding. “I see. Give me a moment…”

Jango frowned, watching as the redhead closed his eyes and grimaced, clearly concentrating. The room shuddered a little, some of the unsecured items on shelving and his armour on the floor rattled a little and started to lift up into the air. His helmet rolled slightly and Jango’s grip tightened. Obi-Wan started panting, sweat gathering on his forehead. Jango opened his mouth to speak and snapped it shut when the cuffs and the collar popped open, tumbling down onto the bed. He caught the collar before it could fall far and flung it off the bed, satisfied by the crunching metal noise it made as it impacted the wall. There were several small thuds , metallic and not, as the jetii released his hold on his force osik. Jango elected to ignore them, focused on the omega straddling him. 

Obi-Wan swayed, eyes fluttering open. “Fuck,” he said, even more breathless than before, and Jango cupped his face. “That…hurt…”

“Mesh’la, that was dangerous,” Jango scolded, very gently. The redhead leaned into his touch, revealing blisters and scarring that had been hidden by the collar. He was abruptly glad there was bacta included with the supplies Myles had left. He was going to shower his riduur with gifts and attention later. Scolding quickly turned into growing concern as Obi-Wan swayed a little more. “Are you alright?”

“Mmh, I will be…”

“Dini’la jetii,” he muttered, guiding the omega down to lay against him. Obi-Wan huffed at him but didn’t respond, letting Jango hold him close. “Whatever are we going to do with you, hm?”

“…gonna keep me and call me pretty?”

“Shush,” Jango told him, fond and amused. That was clearly some omega instincts peeking through. “Just let me hold you for a bit.”

“You’ll need to do far more than hold me in a few minutes,” the redhead mumbled, words slurring a little. “My heat is kicking up a notch and I won’t be coherent much longer, ‘Alor.”

“I know.” And he did. He could smell the slight hint of distress edging into Obi-Wan’s heat scent, and it was worrisome. Myles would alert Mij to their predicament as soon as they were out of Hutt space —probably as soon as they dropped out of hyper in several hours—but the redhead was running out of time. They couldn’t wait too long. “I know. Just…” He sighed. “Just let me hold you a little longer.”

“Elek, Mand’alor.”

He didn’t make the man wait too long. Just a few minutes, even more so when the omega started squirming against him. Jango hissed, shifting to let Obi-Wan up. The omega sat up, hand snaking down between them to grip his cock. He hissed but didn’t try to stop him. They were both hard and the omega was soaking wet. Ready for him. Jango flung a hand out to grab a handful of sheets and blankets, teeth bared. 

“Mesh’la.”

“Alpha,” Obi-Wan breathed, fingers exploring every inch of him, tucking up behind his balls before dragging slowly back down. He trembled, fighting the urge to flip them over and bury his cock between Obi-Wan’s legs. He was not a beast. He was Mando’ade , and he would respect his omega’s wishes. And if his omega wanted to fondle his cock and balls then, by the stars, Jango was going to let him . 

Even if it was the most delicious torture. 

He panted, lips parting to take in even more omega heat scent as Obi-Wan toyed with him. He could feel the heat building, could feel his inner alpha squirming. Yeah, Obi-Wan was definitely going to trigger his rut. Fuck. He was looking forward to it. At least, in part. It was going to get complicated when Mij needed to check on them, but he was sure the beta could handle both of them with Myles’s help. He just needed to get Obi-Wan settled, get his heat dealt with. Yes. That’s all he needed to do. 

“Gedet'ye,” the redhead breathed, leaning down over him and Jango broke, surging up to tug the man into a frantic kiss. Obi-Wan whined into the kiss, shifting a little bit and then—oh, fuck. 

Jango cursed as the redhead sank down onto his cock, both hands on the omega’s hips again as he held him down and broke the kiss. Obi-Wan’s eyes were dark, the blue almost entirely swallowed up by the pupil. Jango shifted to cup his face gently, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones. 

“Mesh’la,” he repeated, stunned and more than a little concerned. He was worried he’d hurt the man, but Obi-Wan just leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering to half-mast. “Say it again…”

“Gedet'ye, ner Mand’alor, gedet'ye,” Obi-Wan panted, mouth inches from his. 

Jango groaned and closed the distance, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. He rolled them to pin Obi-Wan to the bed, keeping them intimately connected. The omega made a protesting noise which was quickly muffled in their kiss. Jango made a pleased noise and then pulled partway out before thrusting deep. Obi-Wan keened so he did it again, and again. 

There wasn’t much talking after that, just soft slick noises, a blur of pleasure and warmth and slickness, heat and fuzzy senses. Jango lost himself to the instincts he’d been fighting for quite a few hours by that point, lost in the heady scents of omega heat and satisfaction. He barely registered when his knot inflated and locked them together, only aware of Obi-Wan rocking against him, drawing the sensation out. Barely noticed when the ship dropped out of hyper for a bit and then jumped back into it. 

But he did take note when he scented another omega and a beta as they entered his den, gaze darting towards them. It took a moment for his alpha to note mate for the omega and not-a-threat for the beta. It took a little longer for him to shove his alpha back enough to focus on Myles and Mij. They were standing in the doorway. Myles was out of his beskar’gam, but Mij was in full kit. Jango could smell Obi-Wan’s ad’ika on his mate. His alpha thought that was a good scent on Myles and he had to close his eyes, push his instincts down a little more. Luckily, they were between bouts and he currently wasn’t tied to the omega in his bed. Jango exhaled very carefully and opened his eyes, gaze darting unerringly to Myles. His mate inclined his head, heated gaze lingering on him—on them. And oh, wasn’t that an intriguing idea?

“Myles,” he greeted, voice rough, and quickly turned his attention to the medic. Later, he told himself, later. “Mij.”

“Mand’alor,” the medic greeted mildly, helmeted head cocked to the side. He was clearly studying them. Jango felt his alpha bristling at the blatant attention from the medic and had to shove hard against his instincts, pushing his inner Alpha further down. “Tion’din'kartay?”

Jango scoffed. “About what you think it is,” he said, brushing Obi-Wan's hair out of his face. The omega was asleep, and pretty deeply asleep, too, if the lack of reaction was anything to go by. Jango exhaled carefully and manoeuvred them so he was sitting up with Obi-Wan’s head in his lap. The omega nuzzled into him a little and he twitched. He probably couldn’t get it up again just yet, but his cock was making a valiant effort. Jango ignored it. “He’s asleep.” He glanced down and grimaced at the bitemark marring the side of Obi-Wan’s neck. He didn’t remember doing it, but then again, he knew the omega needed it. “At least, for now.”

Mij hummed. “Stewjoni’ad, huh?”

Jango bared his teeth. “Elek,” he growled, frustrated by that reaction and then deciding that Mij wouldn’t take offense at the tone. He was freshly mated to the omega, in the middle of a shared rut and heat. He was allowed to be cranky. Though Jango could feel the heat in his veins fading slightly. A short rut, then. As for Obi-Wan… He wasn’t sure. “He was dying. Needed to bond…has an ad.”

“Yes,” Mij told him, tone a little amused. “I’ve met the ad’ika.”

“He’s ka’ra-touched.”

The tilt of Mij’s helmet told him that the medic thought he was an idiot. “Obviously.”

“Mij,” Myles sighed, and both Jango and their medic glanced towards him. “Ob’ika?”

Mij cleared his throat. “Right.” He hesitated before popping the seals on his beskar’gam and removing his helmet, meeting Jango’s gaze. “May I?”

Jango inclined his head, running soothing fingers over Obi-Wan’s head and through tousled red hair. The omega shifted a little but didn’t wake. That was good. Jango knew the omega needed rest after his stint in slavery and his month-long heat. Now that they were bonded, he knew the redhead had settled some. There was still a lot of rehab to do, but at least the man was no longer at risk of dying. 

Mij approached slowly but steadily, giving Jango’s instincts plenty of time to adjust to his presence. His alpha knew this man, though, and settled faster than either of them thought he would. It was a sign of trust that Jango wouldn’t forget. Or Mij, judging from the way his friend glanced up at him briefly before he focused on the omega. Obi-Wan didn’t stir until Mij was almost done with his examination. Jango only caught him stirring when the omega twitched away from Mij’s presence and further into him, fingers flexing against Jango’s thigh. His grip tightened minutely on the omega as pretty blue eyes fluttered open and darted towards the medic, a little unfocused. 

“Hmm?” The omega’s gaze suddenly sharpened as he tensed up. Jango hummed reassuringly. “Ah.”

“Jate vaar'tuur,” Jango murmured, watching as the redhead’s gaze darted up to him and then back to Mij, taking in Jango’s fairly relaxed state. Well, as relaxed as he could be with the medic in their nest. “Obi-Wan, Mij. Mij, Obi-Wan.”

“We’ve met,” Obi-Wan muttered, gaze lingering on Mij. “Though I’m not sure if baar'ur Gilamar remembers me..”

Mij blinked once, twice and then leaned back. “Ben’ika?”

“Su'cuy, Mij,” Obi-Wan said, tone soft. Jango stared down at him for a long moment then glanced over at Mij. The medic was staring at his omega, a mix of surprise and delight washing over him before it settled on a protective anger. 

“Do you have any idea how worried I was?” The medic hissed, leaning forwards and Obi-Wan grimaced. “I treated your wounds for the Duchess because she fucking asked and then you up and disappear!” That made him raise an eyebrow. The Duchess? As in Satine Kyrze? He had questions now… “Do you have any idea how infuriating she’s been? Two years, Ben’ika! Two. Fucking. Years!”

Jango winced. Well, shit. Apparently his jetii knew his medic. He had to seriously wonder what Mij meant by that Duchess comment. Did Obi-Wan know her? He couldn’t help it, thoughts drifting to Obi-Wan’s ad’ika as he listened to Mij berate his omega. Eventually, he raised a hand. 

“Luubid,” he said softly, and when Mij ignored him, he hissed; “Gev!”

That had the medic’s mouth snapping shut. Jango glanced between Mij and his disgruntled-looking omega. He pointed at Mij, then Obi-Wan.

“We will be discussing this later,” he told them sternly, before focusing on Mij. “For now, Ob’ika's health?”

“Stable,” Mij growled out before standing and stalking back to the doorway, helmet tucked under one arm. Myles eyed the medic for a moment before meeting Jango’s gaze. He just shook his head at Myles, who inclined his head. Yeah, they’d be discussing it later, too. “Make sure he eats something.”

“Elek,” Jango murmured and watched as Mij shoved his helmet back on and turned to stalk out into the hall. Yeah, Mij was pissed. He’d definitely have to talk to him later. “Myles.”

“Jango.” His riduur nodded to him, gaze flickering towards Obi-Wan and back before he sighed. “I’ll talk to him. And check on the ad’ika.”

He nodded and Myles stepped back out of the doorway, letting the door slide shut. He took a deep breath before turning towards the jetii , who hadn’t moved from where he’d been laying the entire time. 

“You okay?”

“Eh.” Obi-Wan raised one hand and made a so-so motion with it. “I’ll live. You?”

Jango chuckled. “I’m fine, mesh’la.  I was more worried about you.”

The omega grinned up at him. “Well, I’m not dying anymore.”

“Good.”

They stared at each for a moment. Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward. Just somewhat peaceful. At least until Obi-Wan started to squirm again. Jango raised an eyebrow at him. 

“One last round?” he suggested and relief flashed across Obi-Wan’s face. 

“Yes, please.”

Jango was more than happy to oblige. 

---

Detox was hell. At least, that was Jango’s opinion as he watched Obi-Wan shudder through another wave of chills. He’d suffered the same, after Gildaraan, and he hadn’t had Mij to help. Not until well after. At least Obi-Wan had a medic to help. It was much more dangerous considering he was Force-sensitive and the drugs the slavers had been dosing him with. He was lucky the withdrawals hadn’t hit during his heat. Jango was glad he’d been spared that particular hell. Jango hadn’t. 

“He’ll be fine,” Mij said from behind him and Jango startled. He’d been so focused on Obi-Wan that he hadn’t heard the medic sneaking up on him. Mij gave him an askance look before focusing on Obi-Wan, who was bundled up in as many blankets as possible on the only bunk in Mij’s medbay. They’d docked with the medic’s larger ship and had moved the omega into the much larger medbay. Jango’s instincts were twitching, his inner alpha frustrated that he couldn’t keep their new mate safe in their den, but Jango knew detox was far more dangerous for a jetii than it’d been for him. 

“I know,” he said, voice rough and gravelly. “My instincts are just….unsettled.”

Mij huffed a low laugh. “You two are newly mated. I understand.”

Jango sent him a disgruntled look. “I don’t like him being out of my den.”

“I doubt he likes it anymore than you do,” the medic told him, tone softening. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure he gets through this.”

Jango nodded and turned back to watching his mate. Myles, he knew, was lurking nearby. Probably ready to drag him away if Jango wouldn’t go himself. He had to remember that he had two mates now. Only one riduur , though. He and Obi-Wan hadn’t said the riduurok , though the mating was close enough to it to count. 

“Myles wanted your opinion on something. You best go see what he wants.”

It was a subtle hint from Mij for him to get out of his medbay. That Mij would keep watch and make sure his new mate was safe. He swallowed thickly and nodded, gaze lingering on Obi-Wan. The omega glanced towards him in a rare bout of clarity and nodded. 

“Go,” he said, smiling weakly. “I’ll be fine with Mij keeping watch.”

Jango sighed and ducked down to brush sweaty, tangled hair out of his eyes. “Kor’ika needs you,” he said, pressing their foreheads together in a soft mirshmure'cya . The redhead’s eyes fluttered closed. I need you, he didn’t say. “ K'oyacyi, jet’ika.”

“You too, Jan’ika,” Obi-Wan murmured back and he smiled, pulling away. The omega’s eyes was closed. He cupped the man’s cheek, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “Go, ‘Alor.”

He stared at Obi-Wan for a little longer before releasing him. Jango went, shoving down the parts of him that wanted to stay. He had things to do outside of mating jetii and disrupting slavers. Much as he didn’t feel like he deserved his title, there was much that needed to be done.

---

Days turned into weeks, and then nearly a month passed, and Obi-Wan recovered quickly. Quicker than he’d like, but at least he had recovered. Jango hovered but he had to leave frequently for various reasons. One of which was his hunt for those who had betrayed him at Gildaraan. He’d been lucky it was Myles who found him after his stint in slavery. He’d been sure Myles had died, but apparently the blow hadn’t actually cut him in half like he’d thought. It had taken a while to feel like it was real. He still didn’t understand why he couldn’t shake that image off, but he didn’t question it. Not anymore.

But yes, Obi-Wan was better now. Kor’ika, Jango learned, was Korike. As in Korkie Kryze . Satine Kyrze’s son . Well, she claimed nephew, but Jango knew better. Satine was an alpha. And like him, she would have been fascinated by an omega like Obi-Wan. Not enough to mate him, apparently. But enough to get him pregnant. Which was very interesting--and something for him to tuck away for later. As leverage. He wouldn’t hurt the boy, but he could blackmail Satine with what he knew. A Mandalorian Duchess and her Jedi protector? What a scandal...

So, Jango let him go. He sent Korike to his mother-aunt. And he sent Obi-Wan home, back to the temple with Myles as escort.

And then he went to hunt down a jedi from Gildaraan. One that had left the Order, but was no less responsible. Probably one of the last few he had yet to find.

Komari Vosa was going to die, and Jango was going to enjoy killing her.

But first, he had to find her, and he had a very promising lead in the form of a bounty listing that included her last known location. How very convenient . 

Elek, Jango was definitely going to enjoy the hunt.

Oya!