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As with most other planets in the galaxy, Coruscant too had its mating season, despite the fact that the city-planet was nearly void of any seasonal changes in climate. There were some minuscule changes in weather, usually a bit more of a chill in the winter and a bit warmer in the summer, which was enough to keep up an impression of a change in seasons. 

Those seasons also controlled Coruscant’s omegan citizens' biological urge to mate. In the middle of summer, the mating season started. 

Obi-Wan was born on Stewjon, but he had lived on Coruscant for almost his entire life. Since he was sixteen he had experienced the seasonal heat, and since he was twenty he had joined the Coruscanti mating season. Many Jedi chose not to join it after a while, but those who had most recently presented were understandably curious and eager to see what it was all about. Obi-Wan was one of the few Knights who hadn’t stopped taking part in the mating season. He had stopped going there at some point in his early twenties, a few years before Qui-Gon died, because he felt that it was more appropriate for him, as a Jedi, to show that he could refrain from it if he wished to. Besides, many of the other Padawan’s his age did the same and he didn’t want to be viewed as someone who couldn’t curb his desires. 

After Qui-Gon died, though, Obi-Wan started thinking differently about a lot of things. He remembered that Qui-Gon had talked to him the first time he didn’t take part in the mating season and asked why he refrained from going. He had asked in a mild and attentive way, as though he already knew something that Obi-Wan didn’t. Obi-Wan had said something along the lines of not being interested in it and that he’d rather meditate. 

Qui-Gon didn’t say anything else, not even when Obi-Wan spent almost a week in bed, being insufferable and miserable. But the next year he asked the same question, and when Obi-Wan hesitated a bit before answering, he said that there was no shame in giving in to biological urges. That Obi-Wan was still young and should enjoy it. That controlling those urges wasn’t something he needed to do, but if he wanted to, it was never too late to start doing it. Obi-Wan pointed out that none of the alpha or omega Masters joined the mating season. Qui-Gon didn’t! But Qui-Gon just smiled and shook his head and said something about Masters like him being too old for that. 

Obi-Wan still chose not to go that year, even though he thought about his week in bed with trepidation. Just a few months later, Qui-Gon was dead and Obi-Wan was suddenly a Master for his own Padawan. 

For many years he didn’t join the mating season, but he thought about Qui-son’s words and he thought about how fragile life could be, how suddenly it could end, and he wanted to do something nice for himself. He had enjoyed being part of the mating season when he was younger. It had been a shock the first time, but it was of the good kind. When he realized that he could let loose and no one would look oddly at him for it, he’d had a very good time. 

So at 28, Obi-Wan started taking part in the mating season again and hadn’t stopped since. Now that he was older and more secure in himself, he didn’t feel like a failure for giving in to his biological urges anymore. He did it for his own well-being, and he knew that no other Jedi looked down at him for it. 

——

When Anakin presented as an alpha at seventeen, something which came as no surprise for Obi-Wan who had noticed the signs for several years already, his young Padawan wanted to join the mating season too. He was eager and curious as most newly presented were. Obi-Wan had vetoed it because he thought Anakin was still too young. It could be a jarring experience for most, but especially for the youngest ones. Alphas could be competitive with each other and could be tough on the younger alphas, while the young omegas were in danger of being coerced into something they weren’t ready for. 

Qui-Gon had advised Obi-Wan to hold back for as long as he did for exactly that reason.

But when Anakin turned eighteen he had the right to make that choice for himself, and there was no stopping him from going.

——

The mating season was spent in special hotels that were built for that specific purpose. The hotel in Obi-Wan and Anakin’s sector was one of the more exclusive ones since it was in the Republica district where all the rich and important people lived. As Jedi they enjoyed the perk of being allowed in without paying extra. 

The hotel was huge, spanning over a large area with gardens and swimming pools and restaurants. The area was walled in to keep curious outsiders away, and it was not allowed to bring technological devices that could record anything. Obi-Wan used to bring a simpler, older comm model that only could send and receive texts, as well as non-holo calls. Anakin was appalled at this but the rules were there for a reason: to ensure the discretion and privacy of the attendees.

«Do you think Padmé is here?» Anakin asked excitedly as they made their way inside the huge, white marble reception area of the hotel. 

Obi-Wan always felt a bit stung when Anakin mentioned Padmé in that eager tone, but he tried to hide it. 

«I doubt it,» he said. 

The last thing he’d heard about her was that she’d become a senator for Naboo. But although she might spend more time on Coruscant due to work, her biological timer wasn’t tuned in on Coruscant’s seasons. 

«She’ll probably go home to Naboo for her mating season.»

Anakin looked a little put off for a moment, but he bounced back quickly enough. 

Obi-Wan steered Anakin away from the common areas after they’d checked in and led them directly to their rooms. They were on the same floor and quite close to each other, courtesy of Obi-Wan who had ordered them at the same time far in advance. He supposed it was some sort of omega instinct kicking in, but he felt protective of his Padawan. He wanted to stay close to him. 

Anakin seemed to feel much the same way. At least he didn’t go exploring on his own, but instead went to Obi-Wan’s room after he’d gotten settled in and waited for him to get ready.

He flopped down on Obi-Wan’s bed and jiggled one leg while he stared up at the roof. They had both changed into ordinary clothes so that they couldn’t be singled out as Jedi: shorts and light tunics that were more appropriate for the balmy pool-side climate, and Anakin had tucked his braid into his ponytail. 

Sometimes Obi-Wan wished that his seasonal heat was attuned to a different planet. One that wasn’t all glass and alloy but had actual beaches and grassy hills and seawater. 

He supposed the Nabooan mating season was a lot more pleasant in that aspect.

As an alpha, Anakin didn’t need to stick to one planet. He could go wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, finding omegas in heat as he pleased. 

The thought stung. He shook it off. There was no point in ruminating over what Anakin might choose to do with his life. That was not Obi-Wan’s concern either way. 

Anakin rolled over onto his side, propping his head up on one hand. 

«Master…» He trailed off, plucking on the bedcovers. 

«Hm?» Obi-Wan prompted as he put the last of his items into the closet. He preferred not living out of a suitcase for a full week. 

He was pretty certain that Anakin had just thrown his bag on the floor and his clothes on the bed as he changed, and left it that way. Like he used to. 

«It’s just…» Anakin said. «I’m a bit… nervous.»

Obi-Wan turned to get a proper look at his Padawan. He suddenly looked so very young. 

«That’s completely normal,» Obi-Wan said. «I was very nervous my first time.»

«Was it your first first time?» Anakin asked. 

«No. Luckily it wasn’t.»

«What’s that supposed to mean?»

«Just that… It’s confusing and a bit scary to join the mating season. Especially as an omega, though it can be scary either way. And you’re so young… If you don’t want to, that’s fine. You can go back to the temple if you wish to.»

«No,» Anakin said firmly. «I want to be here.» He sat up. «I just don’t know what to… do. How to…» He shrugged. «Approach others…»

«Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that,» Obi-Wan said drily. «That should be the least of your concerns.»

When Anakin looked puzzled, Obi-Wan just shrugged. 

There was no good way to explain the mating season. It had to be experienced to be understood. 

«You’ll see,» he said. «Just try to relax and have fun. No one is judging you here.» He put on a pair of sandals and pocketed the key card. Anakin stood from the bed. 

«Also…» Obi-Wan added before they left the room. «Be nice to the omegas, okay?»

Anakin rolled his eyes. «Yes, Master.»

——

Anakin doggedly followed Obi-Wan down to the outside pool on the first floor. Mirrors placed around the pool area heightened the warmth from the wane sun and made the temperature rather pleasant. There weren't a lot of people around, for understandable reasons. Obi-Wan had led them to one of the few areas of the hotel where it wasn’t a free for all, fuck wherever you want. That rule extended to all the restaurants as well. Otherwise all stages of undress and nudity were allowed, as well as public sex. 

They had gotten a pamphlet explaining this among other things when they checked in, but Obi-Wan had expected that Anakin wouldn’t read it. 

He sighed. 

He supposed it fell on him to explain it to the young alpha. 

He ordered two drinks at the poolside bar and slid one over to Anakin. 

Anakin looked surprised but pleased. Then he took a sip and made a face. 

Obi-Wan chuckled. «Don’t tell me that was your first time?»

Anakin blushed. He took another, bigger sip, as if to prove that he wasn’t new to this. 

«Take it easy,» Obi-Wan said. «I just thought you’d surely snuck off to try it out at some point. You always tend to do what I tell you not to.»

«Did you?» Anakin said. «Sneak out when you were younger?»

«Ah… No, I was a little too well behaved. I suspect that Qui-Gon wished I was more rebellious. He enjoyed breaking some rules now and again.»

Obi-Wan smiled fondly as he thought about his old master. 

«Did he take you here too?» Anakin asked. 

«Hm? Oh, no. He always said he was ‘too old for that’. I’m not sure what he meant, exactly. I think perhaps he found the whole thing too… boisterous.»

«It seems pretty quiet here.»

«Ah, yes… About that…» Obi-Wan took his drink and went over to where the towels were stacked. He grabbed one and turned towards Anakin. «You don’t have to stick with me, you know. You can take a look around. Explore a bit.»

Anakin looked puzzled. «Why aren’t you going?»

He trailed behind as Obi-Wan found himself a sun lounger by the pool. There were some other people sunbathing or splashing around in the water. Many of them were women and most, if not all of them, were omegas. 

«I’m not in heat yet, so I don’t feel like joining the madness,” Obi-Wan said. “I’d just like to relax for a bit. But you don’t have to stay here. It may take days before I… feel fit to join in.»

He, among most other omegas, went to the hotel early so he could be there in time before his heat started. The mating season spanned about a month, but most omegas heats only lasted a week. They were fertile for a while before and after, so at most it could probably last almost a month. But not all omegas heats started at the same time, and since a year passed between each time it was difficult to know exactly which day it would start. Which meant Obi-Wan was prepared to wait for a bit.  

Anakin sat down on the sun lounger next to Obi-Wan’s. He reflexively reached up to tug at his Padawan braid, forgetting he’d tucked it away. It may not be completely hidden, but at least it wasn’t as much of an eye-catcher. One look at it dangling over his shoulder and most people would understand what it meant. 

«This morning you were so eager to join the mating you could barely wait,» Obi-Wan said as he relaxed back on the sun lounger. «But now you’re hesitating?»

«I just thought we’d go together,» Anakin muttered.

Obi-Wan’s heart melted a bit for his awkward little Padawan… Who wasn’t so little anymore, but still was plenty awkward. 

«I won’t tell you what to do,» Obi-Wan said. «I just wanted to let you know that you have other options than sitting here together with a bunch of uninterested omegas.»

Anakin didn’t move for another few minutes. Then his leg started bouncing and shortly after he stood. 

He lasted all of two minutes, Obi-Wan thought amusedly. 

«I’ll just take a look around,» Anakin said. 

«You do that.»

After Anakin left, Obi-Wan took off his shorts and tunic so that he could sunbathe in only his black briefs and a tank-top. But barely fifteen minutes later, he heard someone approach him on quiet feet. The person stopped near him and sank down on the sun lounger next to his. Obi-Wan knew already before looking that it was Anakin. 

«What happened?» he asked, trying to not be too aware that he’d never been in such a state of undress near his Padawan before. 

«Some jackass alpha nearly went for my throat,» Anakin muttered. «And then a bunch of women tried to drag me into a bubble bath.»

«You didn’t want to go with them?» 

«They were naked.» 

Anakin sounded so scandalized that Obi-Wan had to laugh. 

«That’s rather the point of being here. There isn’t much point in clothes when they’re coming off either way.»

«But… I didn’t think people would be that forward.»

«My poor, young Padawan,» Obi-Wan tutted. «Once you’ve spent enough time in a room full of omegas in heat, you won’t mind their forwardness so much.»

Anakin scooted back on the sun lounger, apparently set on staying. 

——

That day and the next one passed in much the same way. Every time Anakin complained about being bored, Obi-Wan reminded him that he could go find something else to do, which shut him up satisfyingly quickly. 

Obi-Wan felt like he should talk to Anakin about sex, but he wasn’t sure either of them would appreciate it much. Obi-Wan had relied on Anakin’s other teachers to teach him that sort of thing. He knew he’d had sex ed classes like all the other Padawans had, so he knew the basics, and surely he’d scoured the HoloNet like most teenagers did at some point. 

But Obi-Wan felt like he should supply him with the kind of information you didn’t learn in class or on the HoloNet. The type of things Obi-Wan had wished he knew before his first time. For him, his first time having sex had been before he joined the mating season. He had experimented with a fellow Padawan. It was embarrassing but not bad. He’d had worse sex later in life. 

He didn’t know if Anakin had that kind of experience, but he was still young and it was no secret that he didn’t have many, if any, friends among the other Padawans. 

Anakin had what could be considered by some a… difficult personality. He got into fights because he let his anger get the best of him, often over things that turned out to be perceived slights. He took offense easily and was overly suspicious. 

Many an omega had looked at Anakin with doe-eyes, only to be turned off by his brashness. He could be very rude when he wanted to, and he didn’t appreciate fawning. The only time Obi-Wan had seen Anakin take interest in another person, was with Padmé. And she was conveniently not around, so Obi-Wan suspected that he was more in love with his perfect image of her from his childhood than he was in love with her as an actual person. After all, he didn’t even truly know her. 

Obi-Wan felt that he needed to prepare Anakin somehow for the awkwardness and vulnerability that came with sex, because that was not the kind of feelings Anakin had a good track-record with.

But the words stuck in Obi-Wan’s throat. The truth was, he wasn’t entirely sure if his well-meaning words would do much good. It was more likely that Anakin would take offense, believing Obi-Wan was belittling him or lecturing him. 

In the end he said nothing, and deep down he knew that mostly, that was due to cowardice. Because he didn’t like talking about that sort of thing. Because it made him uncomfortable, especially since it was Anakin. The two of them weren't normally vulnerable around each other. They didn’t talk about feelings. 

Obi-Wan wished they could. Wished that it was something that came naturally for them. He imagined many things would have been easier if it did. 

But in the end it always ended the same way: with silence and a hope that things would sort themselves out. 

——

Obi-Wan’s heat came on during the night on the third day. He had felt it start building up last evening so he wasn’t surprised. He always felt good at the start of his heat. His skin was sensitive but in a good way, tingling pleasantly at the slightest touch. The lazy desire that coursed through him left him feeling warm and relaxed. He felt eager for what the day could bring. 

He knew that he didn’t look like the ‘ideal’ male omega, which was slim and hairless, but though the alphas didn’t flock to him, he always found someone who was interested. Most alphas weren’t picky either way, and neither was Obi-Wan. All he wanted was a good lay, or hopefully several good lays. 

He dressed in clothes that would be easy to take off. While many liked to just go naked, he preferred some semblance of modesty, at least at first. He didn’t feel comfortable strutting around naked.

There was a knock on his door when he was almost ready. 

«Wait a minute,» he called out.

He didn’t want Anakin inside his room right now. It felt… indecent, almost. He had never been around Anakin when he was in heat before. The idea awakened several strange feelings in him which he chose not to look too closely into. 

He closed the simple beige robe over his bikini and put on his sandals. 

When he opened the door he almost had to push aside Anakin who was on his way in.

He pocketed the key card as the door slid shut behind him and had walked several steps before he noticed that Anakin wasn’t at his side. He turned and saw his Padawan stand frozen outside his door. 

«Are you coming?» Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin seemed to shake himself out of a stupor. He set into motion very suddenly and was at Obi-Wan’s side in a few long strides. 

Obi-Wan resumed walking and didn’t think too much about Anakin’s strange behavior until they were in the elevator. That’s when he noticed that Anakin was standing unusually close. He almost breathed down Obi-Wan’s neck despite the fact that they were alone in the elevator. Obi-Wan moved a step to the side, but a few seconds later Anakin did the same. 

Obi-Wan looked up at him, eyebrows lifted. 

He was surprised to find Anakin looking right at him. He blinked when their eyes met and only then seemed to realize that he was standing very close. 

But he didn’t move away. 

«You smell differently,» Anakin said, his gaze moving down to Obi-Wan’s throat without any semblance of subtlety. 

Obi-Wan found he was the one who had to look away.

«That would be because of my heat,» he said tightly. 

He had been nervous about letting Anakin see him in heat, that was true, but he hadn’t expected this sort of reaction. Anakin had met omegas in heat before without losing his inhibitions completely. 

Perhaps it was due to exposure. The scent of heat permeating the hotel was thick in the air even when they weren’t in the areas where all the omegas in heat flocked to. It had been only a question of time before Anakin felt affected by it. 

The elevator took them to the top floor, where Obi-Wan knew there was a huge pool. 

The moment the elevator doors opened, the thick scent of heat and sex met them. Obi-Wan set course for the bar, disappointed but not surprised that Anakin stuck to him like a shadow. 

There were people everywhere, some talking, some making out, and quite a few having full on sex. Anakin was distracted for a moment, staring wide eyed. 

Obi-Wan continued towards the bar where there was a bit of a line. An alpha was ordering at the moment and noticed Obi-Wan. He looked him up and down and smiled.

«Let me buy you a drink,» he said.

Obi-Wan, feeling pleased at having caught someone's attention so quickly, and someone who was rather good looking too, was about to accept when he suddenly heard a low growl next to him. He stared in surprise at Anakin, who had appeared at his side and was glaring at the alpha. 

His growl hadn’t quite reached maturity yet, as that often happened late in alphas, so it was a little on the gentle side, like a puppy trying to play at being an adult. 

The other alpha looked amused, but evidently decided it wasn’t worth the trouble and turned away, leaving with his drink. 

Obi-Wan had no other option but to get in line. 

——

Anakin’s cute, possessive growling was charming the first few times. After that it just became annoying. It was becoming clear that at some instinctive level, Anakin felt like he needed to protect Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan supposed it was because they were rather close, and Anakin felt it was his duty to protect an omega close to him. But it didn’t help Obi-Wan in this situation. He was perfectly capable of chasing away unwanted attention on his own, but Anakin chased away everyone, even those Obi-Wan would have liked to get to know better. 

Obi-Wan’s mood was getting steadily worse as Anakin stayed relentlessly at his side, growling at anyone who dared come too close. He wasn’t picky, even growling at omegas. At this rate, Obi-Wan wouldn’t get laid at all this season. He had to try and shake Anakin off somehow, but he had yet to find out how. 

He ended up staying at the bar, drinking one drink after the other. Every time he asked Anakin if he wanted something he just shook his head, his eyes never leaving their surroundings. 

Oh, joy, Obi-Wan thought miserably. Not only was he deprived of other peoples company, but his captor refused to speak to him as well. 

Obi-Wan was sitting on a barstool at the edge of the bar, furthest away from other people. His robe kept sliding open over his thigh, and every time it happened Anakin hurried to pull it closed again. Obi-Wan let it fall open just to tease him, which resulted in Anakin tying the robe closed with harsh, angry movements. 

«They are staring at you,» he growled. 

«I know,» Obi-Wan said easily. 

«You should go back to your room and put on some more clothes.»

Obi-Wan sipped his drink lazily. «Is that an order, alpha?»

Anakin just growled and resumed glaring at anyone daring to throw a single glance in their direction. 

Obi-Wan tugged on the sash that Anakin had tied far too tight around his waist, and let the robe slide open again. It took almost half a minute before Anakin noticed. 

«Stop it,» Anakin whined and pulled the robe closed again. 

His pleading tone softened Obi-Wan’s heart and he decided to stop teasing the young alpha. He stood, taking a moment to fight off the dizziness. He’d been drinking a bit more than he’d thought. 

«Come,» he said, squeezing Anakin’s shoulder. «Let’s go get some food.»

Anakin growled even as he leaned into Obi-Wan’s touch, though it was a softer, gentler growl. 

As they moved towards the elevators, Anakin nearly plastered himself against Obi-Wan’s back in his eagerness to stay close. Obi-Wan could sense the distress rolling off him. For some reason this whole situation was proving to be extremely stressful for him. Obi-Wan couldn’t fathom why. Anakin was a young and virile alpha. He should be chasing the young omegas milling around them, not sticking to his old master’s side. 

As they waited for one of the elevators to arrive, two young omegas got in line. Obi-Wan could literally feel the tension rising in Anakin.

«You should probably wait for one of the others,» Obi-Wan told the two girls when an elevator arrived. He indicated Anakin and said, «This one isn’t properly domesticated.»

The two omegas giggled ang gave Anakin coy looks. They obviously found him attractive, but they heeded the warning. 

Luckily, no one else got on the elevator as they descended. Obi-Wan chose a restaurant that was in a more quiet area and led them to a table in a nook far from others. 

By the time their food arrived, Anakin was visibly calmer. 

«Do you have to wear so few clothes?» Anakin muttered once the server left. «It’s giving the wrong signal.»

Obi-Wan sighed. «And what signal would that be?» 

Anakin just muttered under his breath. 

«Listen, Anakin… I thought you knew why we’re here. If you can’t behave then maybe you should stay in your room instead.»

«No,» Anakin growled with such anger that it startled Obi-Wan. Then his whole demeanor changed quickly and he started pleading instead, «You can’t… Don’t do that to me, please. I have to stay with you.»

«But you are chasing away all the alphas!»

«Why do you want those other alphas?» Anakin snapped in anger. His mood was changing faster than Obi-Wan could keep up with. Suddenly he pleaded again. «Why don’t you want me?»

Obi-Wan was taken aback. «You?»

The thought hadn’t occurred to him for even a second. Alright… Maybe just for a short moment, but it wasn’t like… Like he would expect that… Was Anakin saying that he…? But that couldn’t be. He must be confused by… by the smell of heat on Obi-Wan, and all the new impressions, and by his alpha instinct to protect those he cared for.

«Anakin,» he said, scrambling for some sort of normalcy. He applied his gentle teaching voice. «It’s understandable that you’re confused. This must all be so new for you. But you surely can’t want me when there are so many younger, prettier omegas around. Haven’t you noticed the way the omegas look at you? You could choose anyone you like.»

Anakin shook his head. «I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.»

He said it with such simple conviction that Obi-Wan was left speechless.

He started eating so he would have something to occupy him with as he tried to digest Anakin’s words. 

Anakin… wanted him? 

Searing heat spread through his whole body, making his skin tingle. Something deep inside him clenched in desire and anticipation. 

But he couldn’t… It was wrong. Anakin was his Padawan. Their relationship needed to remain professional. But sharing a heat might not do any harm… Unless Anakin wanted more than that? It was unlikely, though… He surely just wanted to know what it felt like. Although he could have chosen any other omega if that was the case. There were plenty of older, more mature omegas if that was Anakin’s preference. Maybe he was too nervous and felt safer with someone he knew for his first time? That was understandable, but Obi-Wan wasn’t sure if he was the best choice in that case. If they slept together, it could potentially do irreparable damage to their relationship. 

Obi-Wan cared more about keeping Anakin close as his Padawan and friend than he cared about a quick roll in the hay. 

Besides, Anakin was young and, as far as Obi-Wan knew, inexperienced. Obi-Wan usually declined advances from that type of alphas because he didn’t have the patience for their fumbling.

He was surely saving them both a lot of trouble by turning Anakin down now. 

«That’s not a good idea,» he said. «I’m sure you understand why.»

Anakin stared morosely down at his food. «The other omegas don’t smell as good as you.»

Obi-Wan felt his stomach flutter at the admission. 

«Besides, they’re annoying,» Anakin said, stabbing his fork into a bunch of fries and shoving them into his mouth. «They’re just interested in my dick.» 

Obi-Wan took a sip from his beer. «What else would they be interested in? They’re just here to fuck.» 

«I dunno… It would have been nice to at least be asked before they accost me.»

«Some people can be a little too forward. But if you had actually tried to get to know other people then I’m sure you would find someone more to your tastes.»

«I don’t want you to sleep with anyone else,» Anakin burst out. «I just can’t… I hate the thought of someone else touching you. I don’t even want them to look at you! Have you seen the way they stare? Like they’re undressing you with their eyes? They have no right. You belong to me!»

Obi-Wan just stared at him in baffled silence. Anakin’s eyes had gotten a dark gleam to them. His nostrils flared and his upper lip curled up, exposing his canines. 

«Anakin,» he said when it was clear that Anakin’s rant was over. «I don’t belong to you, and if you can’t respect the way the mating season works, then maybe you should go home.»

He stood and strode out of the restaurant. 

Anakin caught up to him as he waited for the elevator. 

«I’m sorry,» he muttered. 

Obi-Wan sighed. He’d never been able to stay mad at Anakin.

«It’s fine. Let’s forget about it.»

——

They went back to the rooftop pool. A large section of the roof was a garden, with manicured lawns parted into sections by rows of discreet bushes. It created a sense of privacy. They might have managed to find a quiet little nook for themselves if the place wasn’t so crowded. In the end all Obi-Wan managed to find a portion of lawn big enough for him and Anakin to put their towels down. 

Right next to Obi-Wan a couple was in the middle of a very loud mating. Obi-Wan ignored them, but Anakin watched with interest. He was lying on his stomach, tugging up blades of grass, keeping half an eye on everything happening around them. 

Obi-Wan untied his robe. He knew it’d probably scandalize Anakin if he took it off, but he hoped he’d try to control himself. Sure enough, Anakin looked like his eyes were going to fall out of his head when Obi-Wan shrugged off the robe and revealed the dark red bikini underneath. But he didn’t say anything. 

His gaze kept darting down, though, taking in the sight of Obi-Wan’s half-naked body like a parched man lapping up water. 

After a few minutes he cleared his throat, nodded towards Obi-Wan’s bikini, and said, «I’ve never seen that before.»

«I only use it when I’m here,» Obi-Wan said.

After a few more moments, Anakin said, «It looks nice… On you. It suits you.»

Obi-Wan smiled. «Thank you.»

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sun on his skin. The couple next to them had knotted and were giggling and whispering sweet nothings to each other, high on endorphins. 

Obi-Wan felt something clench deep within him, radiating heat out into all his limbs as he longed to experience the same. He rubbed his thighs subtly together. 

His heat was only in the beginning phase. It would just get worse from there on out. He needed to find a way to make Anakin leave so that he could sneak in a quickie.

«Anakin,» he said, placing his hand on Anakin’s upper arm. «Would you be a dear and get me something to drink?»

Anakin nodded and got to his knees, but hesitated. «We could go together.»

«We’ll lose our spot here,» Obi-Wan said faintly. 

His eyes had been drawn against his will towards Anakin’s crotch, where his cock was tenting his shorts. 

Oh stars, he was quite big. 

Anakin noticed where his eyes had strayed and preened. That was what made Obi-Wan snap out of it. He couldn’t start giving Anakin mixed signals. He had to be firm. He forced himself to only look at Anakin’s face. 

«Please, darling,» he said in his most charming omegan voice. It usually did the trick with alphas, and Anakin was no exception. He swallowed thickly and Obi-Wan could see his cock twitch underneath his shorts. 

The poor man must be painfully hard. Still he got to his feet and went to fetch that drink. 

It didn’t take long before an alpha approached Obi-Wan. He was of the polite kind so he waited for Obi-Wan’s permission to join him, something which certainly spoke in his favor, though at the moment Obi-Wan would rather they be quick about it. 

He got onto his hands and knees, and the alpha eagerly got with the program. He pulled aside Obi-Wan’s tanga panties and shoved right in. Obi-Wan’s toes curled at the feeling of being breached, and then slowly and steadily filled. This alpha knew what he was doing. He rolled his hips until he was all the way inside, giving a few quick, deep thrusts before pulling slowly out and thrusting fully inside again. Obi-Wan moaned as he got into it, letting the even, perfect rhythm bring him over the edge of his first orgasm. The alpha moaned as Obi-Wan’s pussy clenched around his cock. He just rocked his hips slowly while he waited for Obi-Wan to come down from his high. So considerate, Obi-Wan thought dreamily. 

Slowly but surely he started fucking Obi-Wan harder, focusing more on his own pleasure this time around. Obi-Wan got so into it that he almost forgot about Anakin until he felt the alpha’s knot push against his cunt. 

«You can’t knot,» Obi-Wan gasped. 

The alpha abruptly stopped thrusting and pulled out.

«If you had told me that from the start then I wouldn’t have bothered with you,» he spat. Then he left.

Obi-Wan cursed his bad luck. At least he got one orgasm out of it.

He rolled over onto his back again before Anakin could completely lose it at the sight of his bare asscheeks. 

Anakin returned shortly after.

«There was a line,» he said as he kneeled next to Obi-Wan, two drinks in his hands. 

Obi-Wan sat up and took the drink proffered to him. 

Anakin was about to take a sip of his own drink when he froze and growled. He dipped his head down to get a proper whiff of Obi-Wan’s skin.

«There was another alpha here! You let another alpha touch you!»

He sounded so hurt that Obi-Wan felt inexplicably guilty. 

«Don’t start this again,» he said. «I made my stance on this very clear to you.»

«Did you send me off just so that you could fuck the first and best alpha who walked by like some schutta?»

«Excuse me?» 

Obi-Wan had heard that word before, though not from Anakin. He couldn’t believe that his Padawan had just called him a whore. 

«Anakin, you’re way out of line,» Obi-Wan said. «You don’t have any claim on me and you don’t have a right to demand anything from me. If you’re going to keep acting this way, I’ll have to ask you to leave.»

Anakin snarled and Obi-Wan snarled back. It surprised Anakin enough that he backed down. Obi-Wan almost felt a bit bad for acting so uncivilized, but then he reminded himself that it was Anakin who had started it. 

Anakin stood abruptly and stormed off. 

Obi-Wan waited for a bit, expecting him to come back, but he didn’t. 

Well, good riddance. 

He made himself comfortable on his towel and waited for an alpha to approach him. Several did, but Obi-Wan suddenly felt picky. He turned them down one after the other, feeling frustrated with himself and with the whole situation. All he could think about was how hurt Anakin had looked when he realized what Obi-Wan had done, and he couldn’t stop feeling guilty about it.

But he had no reason to feel guilty. Anakin had overstepped his boundaries and had acted like an ass. Obi-Wan didn’t owe him anything. Especially not his guilt.

Since he didn’t feel in the mood for sex, he figured he might as well sunbathe for a bit. He took off his bikini top and turned over onto his stomach. 

Soon he was dozing off despite the constant chatter and moaning surrounding him. 

He woke up with a start as something cold poked his side. He looked up at Anakin, who sat next to him holding a bottle of water that was so cold it was covered in condensation. 

«I thought I’d find you busy letting some alpha have their way with you,» Anakin said, though there wasn’t much bite in his words.

Obi-Wan sat up and took the proffered water bottle. He realized how thirsty he was when he drank almost half of it one go. 

«It’s getting late,» Anakin said. He held up Obi-Wan’s robe, a strange, tight expression on his face. «Wanna get dinner?»

Obi-Wan slipped on the robe and only then did he remember that he’d taken off the bikini top. He closed the robe over his chest, suddenly self-conscious. 

Male omegas had a bit of fat tissue around their nipples, or, as some would put it: they had breasts. Not to the same degree as women but certainly enough that many felt self-conscious about going bare chested. 

Obi-Wan had never been bare chested in front of Anakin before.

They both decided not to comment on it.

They managed to get an elevator to themselves thanks to Anakin glaring down anyone who tried to get on with them. Once they were alone in the small room, Obi-Wan sensed the smell of an omega on Anakin. Before he could stop himself, he leaned closer to get a better whiff and a small, unhappy growl slipped out of him. 

Anakin looked at him in surprise. Obi-Wan averted his gaze in shame over his slip up, pretending to be very interested in the panel of buttons on the wall. He rarely felt the need to growl and he was pretty sure he’d never done it in front of Anakin before. He had no idea what came over him.

«Unlike you, I didn’t sleep with anyone,» Anakin said. «I just bumped into a very clingy omega. He tried to get into my pants but I told him no.»

«I don’t care what you get up to with other omegas,» Obi-Wan said, lying through his teeth. «You’re free to do what you want.»

Anakin snorted but said nothing more. 

——

The dinner was a quiet affair. They were both unhappy about the current circumstances with no solution in sight. Obi-Wan couldn’t think of anything he could do to resolve the tension without giving in to Anakin, and that was something he simply couldn’t do.
When he said he wanted to return to his room for the night, Anakin looked pensive. Undoubtedly, he feared that Obi-Wan was trying to get rid of him again. 

The truth was that Obi-Wan was simply tired. The heat was getting to him, and if he couldn’t fuck it away then he might as well try to sleep. 

He took a long, hot shower and tried to get in the mood to touch himself. He hadn’t brought any toys because he hadn’t thought he would need them, so his fingers would have to do. But despite the fact that he was in heat, he was completely dry. When he tried to think about something arousing, all that came to mind was his fight with Anakin and the weird tension between them. 

He tried to sleep instead, but not even that came easily. He was hot and uncomfortable, his body achy and sensitive. When he managed to sleep, he had frightening dreams about Anakin. He woke with a start from a particularly bad one where Anakin pleaded for help while being consumed by flames.

Obi-Wan was covered in a cold sweat. His hand shook as he found him comm. He couldn’t make a call with a holo image, which was just as well at this moment. 

Anakin picked up on the sixth ring, sounding sleepy and annoyed.

«What is it, Master?» he grumbled. 

Upon hearing Anakin’s voice, Obi-Wan finally breathed out. «Sorry, Anakin… I must have pressed the wrong button. Did I wake you up?»

«What do you think?» Anakin muttered. «It’s… four in the karking morning! Who were you trying to call at this hour?»

«No one,» Obi-Wan said quickly. «I woke up from a bad dream and… uh… accidentally pressed on the comm… It was dark.»

Anakin’s voice was softer when he said, «Well, maybe turn on the light next time.»

There was a moment of silence. Obi-Wan realized he just wanted to hear Anakin’s voice for a little longer, but he couldn’t think of a good reason to keep Anakin awake.

He was surprised when Anakin was the one who continued the conversation. 

«You… uh… You said you had a nightmare. Are you… okay?»

«I’m fine,» Obi-Wan said, touched at Anakin’s concern. «I just… I dreamt that you died.»

He bit his lip. There must be something about the early hour making him unusually candid. 

«Oh… Well, I’m fine. It was just a dream,» Anakin said, his voice growing even softer.

Obi-Wan could listen to his voice the whole night. He wanted to go to him so badly, but even now, at this late hour, with the heat tearing through him like a wild beast, he knew that would be a very bad idea.

«Yes, of course. It was just a dream,» Obi-Wan said. He had to get it together. «Sorry again for waking you. I’ll let you get back to sleep.»

«Will you be alright?» Anakin said. «I could… If you don’t want to be alone, I can…»

«No, no it’s fine,» Obi-Wan hurried to say. «Really, go back to sleep Anakin. It’s late and I’m tired and I simply overreacted. I feel much better now.»

«… Okay,» Anakin said at last.

They said their goodbyes and Obi-Wan laid down, but there was no chance for sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard Anakin’s soft, scratchy voice in his ear and he wondered if it would be so bad if he just went over to Anakin’s room and… 

No.  

He had to stay strong. He couldn’t sleep with Anakin. It would ruin their relationship. And how could he face the other Jedi while knowing he had fucked his own Padawan? Anakin was a young man in his care and it was Obi-Wan's duty to act like a responsible adult. 

Obi-Wan twisted and turned in his sweat-soaked sheets. Eventually he was so exhausted that he fell into a dreamless sleep.

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Anakin felt on edge. He prowled the hallway outside of Obi-Wan’s room. It was noon and Obi-Wan hadn’t answered any of his messages. Anakin had searched the whole hotel through twice and hadn’t found a single trace of him. He could find no good reason for Obi-Wan to ignore him. If he wanted to stay in his room today he could have at least told Anakin. It was a simple courtesy. 

Maybe he had someone with him in there. An alpha.

Anakin growled.

He’d never felt this out of control before. He was usually indifferent to most things, but when he first felt something for someone, he felt it deeply. The emotions surged up in him and took him over, clouding his mind. The jealousy was tearing at him. 

He hadn’t been like this before he smelled Obi-Wan in heat. He’d always felt a little protective of his Master the way any alpha did for omegas close to them, but never like this. 

The way Obi-Wan smelled in heat… It was indescribable. All Anakin could think about when he was close to him was how he wanted to press his face against his throat, dip his tongue into the hollow of his neck, graze his teeth against his nape and feel him shiver under his hands.

Like those omegas did in HoloPorns. They always made such loud noises when they were fucked. Did Obi-Wan make noses like that too?

Anakin almost snorted at the thought. His perfect, flawless master, crying and whimpering as he was fucked… Oh Force… Red-faced, chest flushed… 

Those cute little nipples perky and hard… 

Anakin groaned. Those nipples. Those breasts.

He’d had no idea his master hid them under his robes all this time. Now it made sense that he’d never seen his Master naked, not even when Anakin was much younger and they shared rooms on missions. Not even when they’d been out in bumfuck nowhere, in the mud and rain. His Master always found a clever reason not to take his clothes off in front of Anakin. 

Anakin had seen other male omegas bare chested. Seeing them hadn’t felt erotic at all. Then again, they didn’t have such cute mounds as his Master had. Obi-Wan’s had looked soft and the nipples had looked like they just begged to be flicked by clever fingers.

By Anakin’s fingers. 

Not the fingers of whoever the fuck it was his Master had in his room at the moment. 

Anakin growled again and knocked for what had to be the tenth time. 

To his surprise the door suddenly opened a crack. His anger and indignation took over and he shouldered his way into the room.

At first glance it didn’t look like anyone else was in there with Obi-Wan. Anakin tore open the fresher door, but no one was hiding in there. 

He searched for other possible hiding places, but unless the alpha had jumped to his death out the window, then there was nowhere else to hide. 

Sheepishly, he turned to face Obi-Wan. 

As expected, his Master looked less than impressed. 

«Dare I ask what got into you?» Obi-Wan said.

«You didn’t reply to my messages!»

«I was asleep.»

Anakin drew up short. He hadn’t even thought of that as an option. His Master never slept in. He was always up at a Force-forsaken hour, and more often than not he made Anakin get up too. 

Anakin had never been the one to wake up Obi-Wan before.

Obi-Wan looked tousled. He had bed-hair and one cheek had a red mark from the pillow. He had thrown on that indecent beige robe that barely reached him mid-thigh, but hadn’t belted it. Instead he was holding it closed under his crossed arms. 

Wildly, Anakin wondered if he had anything underneath. If Anakin pried his arms open, would the robe fall open to reveal his naked body?

Not that Anakin, and the whole rest of the world for that matter, hadn’t seen practically all there was to see already. 

Anakin had nearly lost his ability to speak when he saw the red bikini that Obi-Wan had worn yesterday. It had covered the essentials, but just barely. It was an indecent, sithcursed thing. Everyone had stared. 

The alphas walking past them had gorged themselves on the sight of him as though he was a free meal. If Anakin hadn’t been there, they would have been falling over each other to get to him. 

And one of them did get to him because Anakin was a softhearted idiot who fell for the cheapest trick in the book. Obi-Wan had let slip one single endearment in a tone as sweet as honey, and Anakin had run off to do his bidding like a loyal little alpha. 

Remembering the disaster that was yesterday got Anakin in an even worse mood. 

«I thought you had some alpha in here,» he growled. 

He sniffed the air suspiciously, wondering if an alpha had been there at some point during the night. 

When Obi-Wan had called him in the middle of the night, Anakin had felt soothed. Obi-Wan had been thinking about him and had called him even at that late, or rather early, hour. Anakin hadn’t bought the excuse about pressing the comm on accident. It had been a very transparent lie. 

But even though Obi-Wan showed affection for him, he also did such cruel things as sending Anakin away and refusing to consider his need to not have any other alpha touch Obi-Wan.

Did his Master not care about his feelings at all?

Obi-Wan sighed. «I barely slept tonight, and it was not because I had company. I wasn’t feeling too well…»

Anakin immediately felt a desire to provide. «Do you need anything? I can get you whatever you need. Food? Something to drink? Medicine?»

Obi-Wan looked amused. «Usually I have to barter with you to make you lift a single finger, but now you’re willing to become my errand boy?»

«Don’t get used to it, I’m just worried about you. If you’re not well, you should probably stay here, in bed.»

Anakin glanced at the bed, which was rumpled as though Obi-Wan had slept fitfully. The sheets smelled strongly of musk and sweat, permeating the air alongside the potent smell of heat that already wafted off of Obi-Wan’s skin.

Anakin was distantly aware that his cock was hard, painfully so. Yesterday, Obi-Wan’s gaze had lingered on it, but today he stubbornly kept his gaze above shoulder level. 

«Alright,» Obi-Wan said. His tone suddenly had a sharp ring to it. He moved away from Anakin and towards the fresher. «I’ll be taking a shower. Since you’re so eager to, you can bring me breakfast.»

The fresher door closed in Anakin’s face.

Anakin was loath to leave Obi-Wan for even a minute, but needs must. He hurried down to a cafe he remembered seeing on the ground level as he searched for Obi-Wan earlier. While he stood in line, an omega who stood in front of him started giving him coy glances. Anakin ignored him, but the guy couldn’t take a hint. He started talking to Anakin, placing one hand on his bicep and crowding closer, baring his neck ever so slightly in invitation. 

His heat smell was cloying. Anakin told him that he wasn’t interested and at last the man sighed and let go of him. 

Anakin had yet to find a single omega whose heat-smell didn’t repulse him. Aside from Obi-Wan’s, of course. Everyone else just smelled too overpowering and strong. The whole hotel was encased in that soup of heat smells. It gave him a headache. 

He was grateful when he could place his order: green tea and two bagels with blue cream cheese because he knew that it was Obi-Wan’s favorite. If he showed him that he was reliable and paid attention to details, then maybe Obi-Wan would consider him an adequate alpha to spend his heat with. 

He nearly ran back to the hotel room, but he still wasn’t fast enough to catch Obi-Wan before he finished in the fresher. By the time he returned, Obi-Wan had stripped the sheets off the bed and placed them in a pile by the door, and he’d opened a window and aired out. 

Annoyingly he was also properly dressed in a short sleeved tunic and shorts. 

Anakin couldn’t figure him out. He dressed in shockingly flimsy clothes when he was outside among people, but when he was alone with Anakin he suddenly decided to be all demure?

Obi-Wan stood from his seat on the bed when Anakin entered with the food.

«Thank you,» he said, a gentle smile on his lips. 

Anakin felt placated already, his earlier annoyance forgotten. 

But as Obi-Wan took the cup and the bag of food from his hands, he suddenly froze. His nostrils flared and he got a pinched expression on his face. It took a second before Anakin realized what he’d sensed: the residues of the smell from the omega that had touched Anakin’s arm. 

He smiled triumphantly. «What’s the matter?»

«Nothing,» Obi-Wan said curtly as he took his food over to the bed. 

He bit into one bagel with a bit too much ferocity. After chewing and swallowing, he blurted out, «I just don’t get how you can complain that I let other alphas touch me, and then go and let other omegas touch you like it’s nothing?»

«Is that jealousy I hear?» Anakin said. 

Obi-Wan snorted. «I’m just pointing out your hypocrisy.»

«I can’t help it if an omega touches me when I’m waiting in line. But you let an alpha fuck you. You probably even encouraged them.»

«I have needs,» Obi-Wan snapped. «I’m in heat and I… I can’t help it. But you… you’re actively stopping me from having my needs met!» 

«Then let me fuck you,» Anakin said. It came out sounding a lot needier than he’d planned, but whatever. If it convinced Obi-Wan, then so be it. 

«No!» 

There was a desperate tone in that one simple word, as though Obi-Wan was saying it to himself as much as to Anakin. 

«It wouldn’t be right of me,» Obi-Wan said. «I shouldn’t do it.»

«Who cares what you should or shouldn’t do? I want it, and I think you want it too. What else matters?»

«Oh… Everything else matters. Why won’t you see that, you silly boy.»

Anakin went to his knees in front of Obi-Wan. «Please, allow us both this? You want it, don’t you?»

Obi-Wan avoided his gaze. «It doesn’t matter what I want.»

Anakin touched Obi-Wan’s knees. From his position, he could smell his desire. It was so intoxicating, so potent. Obi-Wan wanted him, he was certain of it. 

«Don’t,» Obi-Wan said weakly.

But he didn’t stop Anakin from taking the bagel and the tea from his hands and placing them on the floor. When Anakin ran his hands up Obi-Wan’s thighs and under his shorts, he made a positively indecent sound. 

Anakin rose up and pushed Obi-Wan down on the bed. His Master went easily. Anakin didn’t use any force at all. 

«We’ll just get this out of the system,» Anakin said even though he knew that it was a lie. He wasn’t sure if he could ever stop wanting Obi-Wan. 

Obi-Wan nodded.

He let out an almost pained sound, halfway a protest, when Anakin grabbed the top of his shorts and pulled them down together with his underwear. 

Anakin stared as Obi-Wan’s legs fell open and the most intimate part of him was revealed.

He had never seen anyone with a pussy naked before. Not in real life. He’d seen a great deal of HoloPorn, but that was nothing to the real thing. The smell of Obi-Wan’s slick and sweat couldn’t have been relayed through a holoimage, for one, and neither could the heat of his body and the feel of his skin. 

Anakin pushed up the hem of Obi-Wan’s tunic so that he could get an unobstructed view. Obi-Wan’s cock was on the bigger side for an omega, at least compared to the HoloPorn videos, but it was still no bigger than Anakin’s thumb. It was cute and pink, but it was not what caught Anakin’s attention. 

Below it were the lips of Obi-Wan’s cunt, thick and engorged, and glistening with wetness. 

There were no visible testicles, but Anakin already knew that it was because they were internal, leaving him an unobstructed view of Obi-Wan’s perfect cunt. 

He ran his thumb down along the seam, groaning as he felt how wet it was inside. The slick collected on his finger from just a light touch.

Obi-Wan moaned, breaking Anakin out of his reverie and bringing his attention to his Master’s face. 

«Anakin,» Obi-Wan breathed. «Please…» He reached down and parted his lips with the fingers of one hand, showing Anakin the dark red color inside. 

«Don’t tease,» Obi-Wan pleaded. 

Anakin swallowed thickly. «I won’t… um… Do I need a condom?»

Obi-Wan shook his head. «I’m on contraceptives.» He managed a small smile. «Would be foolish not to be.»

Anakin nodded, his thoughts already on what was about to happen. It felt unreal… That it was Obi-Wan underneath him, begging for his cock. He could never have imagined it only a few days ago.

He fumbled with his shorts, pulling out his angry red, rock hard cock. 

He’d never been this turned on before. He was about to fuck an omega in heat… He was about to fuck Obi-Wan. And he didn’t know if he could last long enough to even enjoy it. 

Obi-Wan moaned when he saw Anakin’s cock. 

«Oh, you’re so big,» he muttered. His hips jerked, as though he couldn’t wait to have the cock inside of him. «Please, Anakin. Please hurry.»

Anakin shuffled onto the bed, but Obi-Wan was lying too near the edge to give him enough room. He put one arm around his back and hauled him further up the bed. Obi-Wan made a choked, wanton noise. 

He grabbed the back of Anakin’s tunic and refused to let go. Anakin had no choice but to lower himself between Obi-Wan’s legs, which parted widely for him. But the position prevented him from seeing Obi-Wan’s pussy. He thrust his hips anyway, purely on instinct, groaning as the tip rubbed against wet skin. 

Obi-Wan reached down and deftly guided Anakin’s cock to where he needed it. Anakin thrust mindlessly, gasping as his cock slid into the tight sheath and was encased by soft, warm, slick flesh.

His mind whited out at the feeling. Nothing else… Nothing had ever felt like this. So perfect, fitting around his cock like a glove, like it was made for him. He thrust without being able to stop, jerkily and desperate, his only focus to chase his own release. 

«Obi-Wan,» he moaned brokenly. «Oh, I’m… I…!»

He gasped as he felt something strange happen at the base of his cock. It felt all wrong. He reached down and felt his cock swell… Was this his knot? Was it supposed to feel that way? The pressure building up was uncomfortable, even the lightest touch becoming almost unbearable. 

He pulled back, ignoring Obi-Wan’s protests. 

«What are you doing?» Obi-Wan growled.

He was tugging at Anakin’s tunic so hard that it tore. 

Anakin scrambled back, holding his cock protectively. He gasped as he came at only the slightest touch, the knot expanding even further. It was making him dizzy. 

Obi-Wan sat up and stared at Anakin in annoyance and incredulity. 

«Idiot alpha,» he sighed. Then he added in a slightly gentler tone, «Was that your first knot?»

Anakin whimpered. He felt confused and sensitive all over. His hands were shaking. To his mortification, tears were pushing at the corners of his eyes. 

«Come here,» Obi-Wan said, opening his arms.

Anakin nearly dove into his embrace, relieved that his omega forgave him for karking it up.

Obi-Wan laid down, pulling Anakin with him.

He wrapped his legs around Anakin’s hips and reached down to take his painfully hard cock in a gentle grip. 

«Put it back in,» he said. «It’ll make us both feel better.»

Anakin pushed carefully inside, slowly at first, shuddering at the oversensitivity. But when he felt how easily Obi-Wan’s pussy gave around him, and how eager his Master was to have him deeper, he pushed in until his knot stopped him from going further. 

They remained like that for a while. Anakin held himself lifted above Obi-Wan, his whole body tense, but when he felt Obi-Wan relax and start to card his fingers through his hair, he relaxed too until he was resting with his full weight on top of his Master. 

He pressed his nose to Obi-Wan’s neck, breathing in the familiar smell. Slowly he drifted off. 

——

Anakin woke up growling. Someone had just entered their den and Anakin’s instincts were screaming that he needed to protect Obi-Wan. 

He was not a morning person, though, and it took him a moment to orient himself. 

«Relax, Anakin,» Obi-Wan said from below him. «It’s just the cleaning droid.»

Obi-Wan pushed against Anakin’s chest, making him scoot back. Anakin moved gingerly, intensely aware of how his soft cock was still sheathed inside of Obi-Wan. He pulled out with a wet sound and sat back, still blinking sleep from his eyes. 

Obi-Wan got off the bed. Anakin realized he had to do the same because the cleaning droid had arrived with new sheets

He pulled up his shorts and stood at the edge of the room in his torn tunic, watching while the cleaning droid removed the waterproof bed cover that had been underneath the sheets, a safety measure that probably was essential on this type of hotel, before replacing it and putting on new sheets. 

Obi-Wan had disappeared into the fresher, no doubt taking a shower. 

It put Anakin on edge and it took him a moment to realize why: he didn’t want Obi-Wan to wash off the scent of him. 

After the cleaning droid left, Anakin prowled the room. Somehow he was even more keyed up now than he’d been before they slept together.

They’d slept together.

He went through every detail of their mating, committing it to memory. He wanted to do it again already. His cock was half-hard. 

Surely, Obi-Wan would want to do it again soon too. He was in heat so he was probably insatiable. 

At long last, Obi-Wan came out of the fresher. 

Anakin turned from where he’d been staring out of the window. Obi-Wan was wearing the beige robe again. He picked up the tea and the bag of bagels from the floor and sat down on the bed. 

He hadn’t yet met Anakin’s eyes. 

For the first time in his life, Anakin didn’t know what to say to Obi-Wan. What exactly did people talk about after having sex?

Anakin crossed and uncrossed his arms. He wondered if he was supposed to leave, but rejected the idea immediately. There was no way he was leaving Obi-Wan’s side after what they just did. They were committed now. 

Obi-Wan ate slowly. It was getting painfully obvious that he was avoiding looking at Anakin, but after a while the rising tension became too much. 

Obi-Wan sighed. «You should take a shower.»

«No,» Anakin replied with a bit more force than he had intended.

Obi-Wan glanced up at him. «No?»

«I don’t want to wash off your scent,» he said pointedly. 

«That’s a shame because I won’t sleep with you again unless you shower.»

Anakin didn’t need more encouragement than that. He was already halfway to the fresher before Obi-Wan had finished the sentence. 

He showered for barely a minute and burst out of the fresher without bothering to put any clothes on. 

Obi-Wan was sipping his tea even though it had to be cold by now. 

Not knowing how to proceed, Anakin kneeled on the floor next to Obi-Wan, his eyes fixed on the spread of Obi-Wan’s legs and the hem of the robe that just barely covered him. 

Obi-Wan ran his fingers through Anakin’s hair. «You didn’t wash your hair.»

«I washed it yesterday,» Anakin said, even though it wasn’t true. 

He put his hands on Obi-Wan’s knees, rubbing the soft skin on the inside of his knees with his thumb. He could smell Obi-Wan’s desire. It filled his senses until it was all he could focus on. He kissed the inside of Obi-Wan’s thigh, and when Obi-Wan didn’t protest, he moved further and further up, trailing wet kisses all the way. 

Obi-Wan set his cup down on the floor and undid the belt around his waist. He opened his robe, revealing his naked body to Anakin’s hungry gaze. 

Anakin spread Obi-Wan’s legs wider, his hands moving up his thighs. His mouth reached the mound of his Master’s sex and the stiff cock waiting there. He sucked it into his mouth because he was curious how it would feel.

Obi-Wan gasped softly, his hips rolling into the suction. 

«Oh, Anakin,» he murmured. His fingers carded through Anakin’s hair. «Oh, yes. That’s… ah… that’s good…»

Encouraged, Anakin sucked harder, drawing a strangled moan from Obi-Wan.

It felt pretty good, Anakin decided. His Master’s cock lay perfectly cradled on his tongue, and the taste of it was much more enjoyable than he’d anticipated. He lost himself in the act of drawing out increasingly desperate sounds from his otherwise so proper Master, until suddenly and without warning, Obi-Wan came.

His cum gushed into Anakin’s mouth. Startled, he pulled back.

«Oh, yuck,» he spat. 

«Sorry,» Obi-Wan breathed, though he sounded more pleased than sorry.

Anakin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. «Warn me the next time.»

«I will. Sorry. Come here.»

Anakin let Obi-Wan pull him along onto the bed. They both scooted up until Obi-Wan was lying on the pillows, and Anakin was leaning on his elbow next to him. 

Obi-Wan reached down and touched Anakin’s achingly hard cock, his fingers fluttering featherlight along the warm, engorged flesh. Then he pulled his legs up, spreading them in a clear invitation. 

Anakin was surprised since Obi-Wan just came, but he didn’t question it. He got in between his legs, kneeling so that he could see everything. 

Obi-Wan’s pussy was as flushed and engorged as it had been a few hours ago, maybe even more so, and Anakin wondered if it had been this way the entire time. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure Obi-Wan didn’t come the first time. It dawned on him that he’d been a neglectful alpha. 

This time he would give his omega exactly what he craved: a knot. 

But first, he wanted to enjoy the little treasure that Obi-Wan had been hiding from him all this time. Obi-Wan’s pussy was framed by neatly trimmed, dark reddish hair that was matted down by the wetness leaking from him. His cock was flagging, but his cunt was still eager to go. 

Anakin pushed a finger into the slit, running it up and down the length of it, collecting even more slick.

Obi-Wan twitched and groaned, his hips arching up ever so slightly, chasing Anakin’s touch. Fascinated, Anakin pushed his finger deeper inside, searching until he found the place where soft flesh gave around him, allowing him in. 

This time, they both groaned. 

Anakin pushed in another finger, amazed at how Obi-Wan’s pussy clutched him so tightly. His whole cock had been in there not so long ago, yet now the soft, velvety walls were just as tight around his fingers. 

He pushed his fingers in all the way, and when he pulled back he introduced a third finger alongside them. Obi-Wan’s groans were becoming deeper, needier. 

The HoloPorn omegas never sounded like this. 

The real thing, Anakin decided, was much better. 

He started fucking his fingers in, faster and faster, just to hear Obi-Wan’s overwhelmed noises. 

He was so wanton, so beautiful.

Anakin could already feel his knot form. 

He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock. He shuffled closer so that he could get more leverage while thrusting, though he wasn’t sure how much thrusting he’d be able to do. He was so close already. Could he just shove all of it in at once?

«Obi-Wan,» he said, his voice so throaty and needy it surprised him for a second. «I’m… ah… Can I push in?»

Obi-Wan nodded. «Yes, please.»

Anakin braced himself above Obi-Wan, one hand steadying his cock. He pushed in gently at first. Obi-Wan’s cunt clutched his cockhead so tightly and it felt so, so good. His balls were clenching and his knot throbbed. This time he was going to come before he even managed to get properly inside.

Obi-Wan arched up, moving his hips in a way that made Anakin’s cock slide deep inside. He thrust once and felt his knot push against Obi-Wan’s cunt. It didn’t feel like he was going to make it. 

Anakin clenched his jaw. He didn’t want a repeat of the earlier humiliation. He needed to show that he was worthy of being allowed into his omega’s bed. 

With one last thrust, he pushed harder, shoving his knot past the tight opening and finally slotting inside of Obi-Wan. It was such a relief that he came immediately, crying out as his orgasm seized him.

He whimpered and groaned, bowled over by the intense pleasure combined with the slight pain. It was so overpowering, almost too much. His sensitive knot was rubbed and clutched by Obi-Wan’s spasming cunt, but at the same time it was cradled and soothed by it. 

Anakin kept being wracked by shudders long after his orgasm petered out. He held himself aloft above Obi-Wan on shaky arms, his face wet with tears. His breath came in quick gulps. 

Underneath him, Obi-Wan was still writhing, his hands clutching the sheets in a death grip. He shivered and groaned softly as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm, his cunt still clutching and milking Anakin’s cock. 

It was becoming too much. Anakin’s entire cock felt like a live wire, and his knot doubly so. He couldn’t stop another pathetic burst of tears. 

«Master,» he whimpered miserably. 

Obi-Wan relaxed back on the pillow, trying to catch his breath. 

He reached up and gently wiped the tears from Anakin’s cheeks. 

«You did so well,» he said, still a little breathless, his lips parted in a soft smile. «That was so good, my dearest.»

Anakin sniffled. His Master was happy with him. That was all that mattered. 

Carefully, he lowered himself down on Obi-Wan’s chest and nuzzled his neck. The smell of pleased omega quickly lulled him into sleep. 

——

Anakin woke up still inside of Obi-Wan, but his knot had deflated. He felt cold and sticky lying there with no sheet on. Obi-Wan’s fingers carded through Anakin’s hair. When he noticed that Anakin was awake, he patted his shoulder.

«Get up,» he said.

Anakin winced as their bodies unstuck, sweat and other fluids having dried between them. When he pulled out, a stream of cum followed. He stared, but before he could properly enjoy the sight, Obi-Wan got up. He went straight towards the fresher. Anakin grabbed his wrist, stopping him. 

«Can’t we stay in bed?» he said, his eyes trailing down to Obi-Wan’s exposed chest and his cute, puffy nipples. 

He hadn’t had the time to worship those yet. 

Obi-Wan gently pried Anakin’s finger off his wrist. «I’m getting hungry. I’ve only had one meal today.»

Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan around the waist before he could try to escape again. 

«You don’t have to shower for that. We can order something up to the room. Or I can go get us something.»

Obi-Wan scratched the back of Anakin’s neck for a moment before once again prying Anakin off. He escaped into the fresher and locked the door.

Anakin languished on the bed while he waited for him to finish. His thoughts were going a mile a minute, all of them into scenarios where Obi-Wan tried to get rid of him. Was he showering so that other alphas wouldn’t know Anakin had a claim on him? Was he saying he was hungry only to make Anakin leave him for long enough that he could go find some other alpha?

By the time Obi-Wan returned to the bedroom, Anakin was so deep in his spiraling thoughts that he glared at him and said accusingly, «I know what you’re up to.»

Obi-Wan barely missed a beat. «And that is?»

Anakin scooted to the edge of the bed. «You’re trying to get rid of me. That’s why you’re washing off my smell.»

Obi-Wan was rooting through his closet. «I took a shower because I don’t like being dirty. I suggest you try it too. It’s quite refreshing.»

Anakin just glared at his back. «What are you doing? Why are you getting dressed?»

«Do I really have to explain the simplest concepts to you?»

«You’re going to leave me, aren’t you?»

Anakin wished he sounded less desperate, but he was barely in control of himself at the moment. He strode over to Obi-Wan and held him tightly. 

«Don’t leave,» he pleaded. «I’ll be better. I’ll do anything you want.»

Obi-Wan sighed. «Anything? What about you start with a shower? And wash your hair too. You can borrow my shampoo. Don’t use the hotel issued one. The smell of it gives me a headache.»

Anakin clenched his jaw and remained where he was. «How can I be sure you won’t leave while I’m in the shower?»

«You have my word.»

Anakin considered his options and decided it would have to do. Obi-Wan was a man of his word after all. 

There were so many bottles in the shower that Anakin hardly knew where to start. He discarded the ones with the hotel logo on them and focused on the three remaining. Honestly, did a man need that many products? He opened and smelled all the bottles. It was like breathing in Obi-Wan’s own smell. He’d used the same products for as long as Anakin could remember, and the smell reminded him of home. Of security. 

As he rubbed the shampoo into his hair, he already felt calmer. This was a sort of claim too, he realized. He was rubbing Obi-Wan’s smell all over himself. Even if it wasn’t the natural smell of his body, it was still something that signaled to others that they belonged together. 

He left the fresher with only the towel he was using to dry his hair.

«Happy now?» he said.

Obi-Wan sat on the edge of the bed in an outfit Anakin had never seen him in before. They both had several sets of clothes that weren’t their Jedi robes, but there were few occasions to use them. 

This particular outfit made Obi-Wan look almost ethereal. He was wearing a loose-fitted white shirt tucked into cream coloured dress-pants that were cuffed above his ankles. It made him look softer… prettier.

«You look nice,» Anakin said. 

Obi-Wan smiled. «Thank you.»

He nodded towards a bag sitting on the floor. It was Anakin’s bag. 

«I got your things and canceled the reservation for your room. We only need one room after all.»

Anakin frowned. «You went outside?»

«Oh, get a grip, Anakin. You’re acting like a controlling boyfriend.»

«I just want you to be safe,» he muttered.

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. «I’m perfectly safe here and you know it. Now, get dressed. We’re going out.» 

«Out?»

«For dinner.»

Anakin wracked his brain for an excuse to stay in the room. «I don’t have any clothes. You ripped my tunic.»

«I already looked into your bag. I know you have clothes you can wear.»

«You looked into my bag?»

«It was open, and your things were lying all around as though your bag had exploded. It was impossible not to see everything you owned.»

Anakin pouted but he realized when a battle was lost. He pulled on a pair of black pants and a maroon shirt. 

Once they left the room, he trailed so close behind Obi-Wan that he constantly stepped on his heels. Obi-Wan endured it long-sufferingly. He led them to an expensive-looking restaurant on the second to top floor. One of the walls was made entirely out of glass, giving them a beautiful view of Coruscant. 

The restaurant was relatively quiet and everyone there behaved appropriately. Anakin kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, but no one was paying Obi-Wan any special attention.

He allowed himself to relax a little and enjoy the food.

Obi-Wan had ordered them a bottle of wine, which he proceeded to demolish. Anakin had barely touched his own glass of wine. First of all, he wasn’t fond of the taste, and secondly, he didn’t dare get even remotely drunk for fear of being duped by Obi-Wan again. 

Anakin had never seen Obi-Wan drunk before. He wasn’t quite drunk yet, but he was definitely a little tipsy. His cheeks were pink and he smiled easily, almost flirtily. 

«Do you truly not feel attracted to any other omegas?» he asked after the second glass of wine. 

Anakin shook his head.

«Why not?» Obi-Wan said. He picked on a piece of carrot with his fork. 

Anakin shrugged. «I don’t know. It’s just how it is.»

Obi-Wan frowned as though he was trying to solve a tricky puzzle. «Were you attracted to me before?»

«No,» Anakin said. Then he paused, wondering… Perhaps there had been something there all along, but it didn’t come to the surface until his instincts kicked in. «But… I mean… You’re the person I’m closest to that isn’t family. I guess I always felt something for you.»

The word love sat on the tip of his tongue, but it felt scary to say it out loud. What if Obi-Wan laughed, or scoffed, or worse: started gently lecturing him. 

Obi-Wan took a few long sips from his glass, draining it quickly. 

Wasn’t that his third one? 

«What about you?» Anakin said, trying to not sound too interested. «Did you… Were you attracted to me before?»

To his surprise, Obi-Wan laughed. But not in a cheerful way, not even mockingly. He sounded almost sad. He took the wine bottle and poured himself another glass. 

«I don’t know, Anakin,» he said with a sigh. «I honestly don’t know anymore.»

For the first time, Anakin wondered if Obi-Wan thought they had made a mistake when they slept together. Did he regret it? Anakin didn’t see the problem. So what if there was an age difference? So what if Anakin was still a Padawan? What they felt for each other was more important than any of that. He was sure Obi-Wan would see that too, given time.

When they left the restaurant a little later, Anakin put his arm around Obi-Wan’s waist and was pleased that he wasn’t rebuked. Obi-Wan had swayed slightly when he got up from his chair, but otherwise he was steady on his feet. Still, he leaned into Anakin. In the elevator he put one hand on the back of Anakin’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss. 

It sent a jolt through Anakin. They had fucked twice already, but kissing felt different. More intimate somehow. Obi-Wan was insistent and eager. He deepened the kiss until they were making out against the wall. Anakin tried to keep up but he was inexperienced and eventually he just moaned softly and let Obi-Wan lick filthily into his mouth.

The elevator pinged and they got off, still holding onto each other. They stumbled down the hallway, bumping into walls and doors. Obi-Wan was so impatient that he started trying to undress Anakin. He managed to unbutton his shirt before Anakin realized what he was doing. 

«Wait,» Anakin gasped, breaking the kiss. «Let’s go back to the room. Obi-Wan!» 

He pushed his Master’s hands away as he tried to unzip Anakin’s pants. 

Anakin pushed him along down the hallway to their room and hurried him inside. The door had barely closed behind them before they both started desperately tugging off clothes. Anakin wriggled out of his pants and threw his shirt to the side before he looked up and stopped to stare. Obi-Wan was struggling to unbutton the last few buttons of his shirt, but that wasn’t what caught Anakin’s attention. He watched open-mouthed as Obi-Wan slid off the shirt and stood there in a lacy, white bralette. 

For several moments Anakin was unable to move. Obi-Wan noticed his stare, smiled, and started taking off his pants. 

Anakin's jaw nearly met the floor. His Master was standing before him in nothing but white lace. Underneath his pants he’d been wearing a slip of a thing that barely qualified as panties. It was sheer and did nothing to hide his flushed, hard cock. 

«Do you like it?» Obi-Wan said, though his pleased little smile told Anakin he already knew the answer. 

Anakin nodded dumbly either way. 

He reached out and Obi-Wan came closer. They met in a fierce, heated kiss. Anakin ran his hands down Obi-Wan’s body, over hot skin and silky lace, squeezing firm muscle. He felt parched, lapping up Obi-Wan’s smell and taste like it was fresh spring water. 

He drew in a sharp breath as his hands slid down to Obi-Wan’s ass. He let his fingers slide questingly along the thin string that slipped in between his asscheeks. Then he pulled back and turned Obi-Wan around.

«Kriff,» he muttered. 

Obi-Wan looked amazing. The string panties framed his firm ass beautifully. 

Anakin held him there for a long moment, taking in the sight of him. Seeing his Master like this was something he’d never imagined in even his wildest dreams. 

Obi-Wan looked over his shoulder. He didn’t seem impatient. Instead he looked pleased. He lifted his hands and slid his fingers underneath the string as though he was about to slide the panties off, but Anakin stopped him.

«Don’t… I want you to keep it on.» 

He kissed the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, and then moved to each of his shoulders before trailing kisses down his spine. He went to his knees and started kissing along the string of Obi-Wan’s panties, then down his ass to his left thigh. 

He slid one hand up Obi-Wan’s right thigh, his thumb sliding in to touch his cunt through the flimsy fabric. He groaned when he felt how wet he was. Obi-Wan spread his legs a little. 

Anakin’s face was so close to his warm, inviting core, he could smell his arousal. It was like getting an aphrodisiac shot right into his veins. Before he knew it, he was kissing in between Obi-Wan’s thighs. He put a hand flat on his Master’s lower back, and Obi-Wan bent willingly, giving Anakin easy access to his cunt. 

Anakin nuzzled the wet fabric of the panties, licking the shape of the thick, swollen lips underneath. He felt Obi-Wan shiver and reached up to hold his hips firmly as he delved in.

«Oh Force, Anakin,» Obi-Wan groaned.

His appreciation only spurred Anakin on. He pulled the string pantie to one side so that he could get an unobstructed view of Obi-Wan’s dripping cunt. 

He licked into the seam, earning himself a choked off curse. 

He hadn’t expected the taste to be so intoxicating. It wasn’t exactly a pleasant taste, and yet it was almost irresistible to him. He licked in deeper, poking his tongue against the entrance of Obi-Wan’s vagina. 

Obi-Wan muttered something and pushed his ass further into Anakin’s face. 

«Patience, sweetheart,» Anakin said with a grin and patted Obi-Wan’s ass. Then he spread it wider with his thumbs and delved into his cunt again. 

Obi-Wan was resting his hands on his knees, but after a while he struggled to stand upright. His legs shook and he swayed slightly. Anakin stood and guided Obi-Wan onto the bed, putting him on his back so that he had access to his cock as well. He moved aside the flimsy lace and sucked the small, pink phallus in between his wet lips, working it with his tongue. 

Obi-Wan gasped, one of his hands finding its way into Anakin’s hair.

Feeling hungry for Obi-Wan’s cunt, Anakin soon let go of his cock and licked into his needy slit instead. It elicited a different kind of sound from Obi-Wan, one that Anakin liked very much. Soft, breathy, shivery. 

Anakin slid a finger into that needy, open hole, and then another one, while he alternated between licking the sensitive lips and sucking on the cute cock. 

«Anakin,» Obi-Wan gasped. «Ah… Rub… Rub inwards.»

Anakin glanced up at him.

Obi-Wan was clutching at the pillow with his other hand, his head thrown back on it. 

«Oh… Your fingers, Anakin. Inwards!»

Anakin wasn’t entirely sure what Obi-Wan meant, so he tried out different things. He discovered that he could hook his fingers in at quite an angle before he touched the front wall of the vagina. He felt a small bump there and when he rubbed it, Obi-Wan’s hips jerked up.

«Oh, yes! There!»

He was pushing off from the bed with his feet, pressing his lower body up into Anakin’s face. 

Anakin rolled with it, vigorously rubbing that particular spot inside of Obi-Wan.

It drove Obi-Wan wild. 

All Anakin could think was holy fuck holy fuck holy fuckkk as Obi-Wan bucked and trashed and sobbed, until suddenly Obi-Wan cried out, «I’m coming,» and Anakin moved off his cock, letting him come over his own stomach. 

Obi-Wan panted hard. Anakin watched his face from his position between his legs. He looked gorgeous. Anakin’s fingers were still inside of Obi-Wan’s spasming cunt. He started pulling them out, but Obi-Wan whimpered and closed his legs. 

«Want more…» He said. 

Anakin wasn’t entirely sure what he meant, but it seemed like he wanted Anakin’s fingers to stay inside. Anakin moved them gently, brushing that little bump again, and Obi-Wan gasped. Anakin pressed the bump harder, but it made Obi-Wan flinch. 

«N-no… Gentler…»

Anakin moved his fingers in feather-light circles. He was sure it wouldn’t do much for Obi-Wan, but to his surprise his Master started moving his hips in time with the gentle touches. Jerkily at first, his cunt still sensitive, but it didn’t take long before he was trashing underneath Anakin again. 

Anakin rubbed that special spot harder and harder, and Obi-Wan’s moans became needier and needier. 

All of a sudden he made Anakin stop.

«I want your cock,» he said.

With his cheeks red, his hair tousled and his mouth wet and open, he made quite a sight. 

Anakin was so hard that he was sure he’d come from one single touch. He wanted nothing more than to push deeply inside of Obi-Wan and fuck him with ferocious need. It frustrated him that he once again probably wouldn’t be able to.

He took a moment to steady his breathing, applying the very same meditation techniques that Obi-Wan had taught him. It helped a little. 

Obi-Wan reached out to him and Anakin crawled on top of him, letting his Master’s familiar body envelop him in every possible way. His cock slid in with more ease than before, the both of them moving in perfect synchronicity. He groaned as he slid all the way inside. Obi-Wan’s breath fanned over his ear, his wet lips brushing his earlobe. 

Anakin braced himself and pulled gently out. Obi-Wan’s deep, heartfelt moan sent shivers down his entire spine. He moaned too as he pushed back inside. 

Fuck, this felt so good. It was amazing. Obi-Wan was amazing. 

He slid his cock slowly in and out, so focused on what he was doing that he was taken completely by surprise when Obi-Wan tensed, his breath coming hard and fast as he came again. 

Anakin stilled, watching Obi-Wan’s face in awe as he arched and shivered in the aftermath of his orgasm. 

«That, uh… That was quick,» Anakin said. 

He’d thought he needed to go hard and fast to make Obi-Wan come. But they hadn’t even touched his cock and still Obi-Wan came so hard. 

Obi-Wan relaxed against the pillow, still panting. 

«Mmm…» Was all he said. 

«Um… Should I pull out, or…?» Anakin said after another long moment. 

«No… Just thrust carefully, like you did with your fingers.»

Anakin moved his hips gently, barely pulling out at all, until Obi-Wan once again started responding to him. He rolled his hips in time with Anakin’s thrusts, moaning softly. 

«You’re fucking incredible,» Anakin groaned. And then, «I’m so close, Obi-Wan… I…»

«Yes,» Obi-Wan gasped. «Give me your knot, darling.»

Anakin shoved inside all the way, almost sobbing as he slotted into place, his knot filling out and keeping him there. 

He gasped, so close to coming that it was painful.

Obi-Wan ran his hands up his back and then down again, cupping his ass and pulling him even closer.

Anakin cried out and came when Obi-Wan’s fingers slid further down his ass and pressed against his perineum. 

He shivered, the orgasm hitting him so hard his vision whited out for a second. Unable to hold himself up anymore, he collapsed on top of Obi-Wan. His breath came hard and fast, his whole body shivering in the aftermath. 

Obi-Wan ran gentle hands up and down Anakin’s back, at times running fingers through his hair and smoothing down his Padawan braid. 

In that moment, Anakin felt so safe and loved that he barely knew what to do with himself. He pressed his whole face against Obi-Wan’s neck, breathing in the potent mixture of sex and sweat and mellowed heat-smell. If he hadn’t just come, he would have been ready to go again immediately just from that smell. 

Anakin closed his eyes. He didn’t think it was possible to become happier than he was right now.

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Obi-Wan woke up to find Anakin pressed so firmly to his back that their bodies felt like one. The sheets were a mess around them, sticking to Obi-Wan’s skin from sweat and other bodily fluids. He was so hot that he wished someone would upend a bucket of ice-water over them, but still Anakin clung to Obi-Wan like a burr. 

It was the damned alpha possessiveness kicking in. Even in his sleep Anakin couldn’t let go of Obi-Wan. 

Anakin’s cock was pressed against Obi-Wan’s ass, thick and hard and as insistent as always. It had been four days, six days in total, and Obi-Wan was starting to go out of heat. But Anakin’s desire didn’t seem to flag in the least. 

They were woefully mismatched in that aspect. 

Anakin murmured in his sleep and tightened his hold on Obi-Wan.

The heat was becoming unbearable.

Obi-Wan struggled out of bed, miraculously without waking Anakin, though his Padawan grumbled at the loss of contact.

Obi-Wan took a long, soothing shower and tried not to think too hard about having to return to the temple soon and putting this unfortunate development behind them. He wondered if they’d be able to go back to normal. He doubted it. 

Would Anakin ever take him seriously again after having seen him in the throes of passion? Would he ever look upon him as a wise mentor now that he knew all the ways his clever fingers could make Obi-Wan cry out in pleasure? 

There was no point in dwelling on those questions. He would know the answers soon enough. But before he returned to the normalcy of his everyday life, he wanted to enjoy the last day of vacation that he had left. 

By the time he finished in the fresher, Anakin was awake. Though calling his current state wakeful was a bit of an overstatement. He was blinking owlishly up at Obi-Wan from between the pillows.

«What are you doing?» he asked suspiciously. 

«Getting dressed,» Obi-Wan said as he surveyed the mess of clothes littering the floor. 

«No,» Anakin whined. No surprises there. «I don’t want to go anywhere. Let’s just stay in bed.» He reached under the sheets to grab hold of his erection. «You need to help me take care of this.»

Obi-Wan just arched one eyebrow and started searching through the clothes. Where was his third bikini set? He hadn’t worn it yesterday because he remembered too well how he’d been wearing the red one and how Anakin had desecrated it. 

Ah, there.

He pulled a beige tanga pantie out from underneath a pile of clothes and pulled it on. 

A displeased noise came from the bed. 

«Not the beige one,» Anakin groaned. «Please, anything but that.»

«If you don’t like me wearing it, then you shouldn’t have come all over the red one. I’ll have to throw that one away now, and it was my favorite.»

«I said I was sorry,» Anakin grumbled. «Can’t you wear some decent clothes for once?»

Obi-Wan ignored him and went looking for the bikini top. 

«The color makes it look like you’re naked,» Anakin muttered. 

«I’m aware, Anakin.» 

Obi-Wan found the bikini top thrown into a corner by the window. By the time he’d put it on, Anakin had shuffled to the edge of the bed. He was lazily jerking off. 

«At least help me with this before we leave,» he said, caressing the base of his cock. 

Obi-Wan supposed it was a fair request. Anakin had worked really hard to get Obi-Wan off for the last few days, although that had been for their mutual benefit.

Obi-Wan went to his knees in front of Anakin, and immediately his Padawan tensed, his cock growing visibly harder. Obi-Wan reached out and took Anakin’s cock in both hands, one at the base and one at the tip. Anakin drew in a sharp breath. 

He was so close to coming and Obi-Wan hadn’t even gotten to the good part yet. He didn’t much enjoy giving blowjobs, but he had a feeling that he wouldn’t be toiling at it for very long this time. Besides, Anakin truly had earned it after all the times he’d gone down on Obi-Wan, even though he seemed to do it as much for his own enjoyment as Obi-Wan’s.

Anakin gasped when Obi-Wan leaned in and took the tip of his cock into his mouth. He tried not to focus on the taste, but to his surprise it wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. He sucked on the head, swirling his tongue around it, while one hand worked on the shaft. 

Anakin moaned softly. 

His hands grasped Obi-Wan’s shoulders before one of them moved to the back of his neck. Obi-Wan tensed, worried that he was going to be held in place, but Anakin was careful, merely caressing Obi-Wan’s skin with his thumb.

«Fuck, you look so hot, Master,» Anakin said hoarsely. «I… I’m…»

Obi-Wan hurried to move off Anakin’s cock. He caught the load in his hand as Anakin came with a guttural groan. 

Anakin clutched Obi-Wan’s shoulders as he tried to catch his breath. 

«Oh… Obi-Wan, that was…» 

He leaned forward so that he could capture Obi-Wan’s lips in a wet, eager kiss. Obi-Wan was taken by surprise. He hadn’t expected Anakin to want to kiss him when he knew where his mouth had just been. But he returned the kiss with fervor… until he felt Anakin’s hand sneak up his back to tug at his bikini top.

He pulled away and stood. «No more of that. Let’s go get some breakfast.»

Anakin was looking at Obi-Wan’s crotch. «You don’t want me to return the favor?»

«It’s fine, I’m not…» He shrugged. 

«It didn’t turn you on?» Anakin frowned. «Then why did you do it?»

«I wanted to. You’ve done it so many times for me.»

Obi-Wan went to the fresher to rinse his mouth. Anakin followed him. He leaned on the doorway and waited until Obi-Wan met his gaze in the mirror before he said, «You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I mean… I enjoyed it a lot, but I thought that you enjoyed it too. It feels wrong if you do it just because you feel like you have to.» 

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile at his sweet Padawan. Anakin showed his consideration at the most unexpected times. 

«I’ll keep that in mind,» he said.

Then he stood on his toes and gave Anakin a deep kiss. Anakin moaned and pulled Obi-Wan close. They could easily have let the kiss lead to other things and ended up in bed again, but Obi-Wan really was getting hungry so he stopped it before it went too far. 

Anakin whined his protests but he knew when a battle was lost. 

——

They went for breakfast at a coffee shop on the first floor before going up to the top floor pool again. It had become their routine for the past few days. It hadn’t been easy to convince Anakin the first time, but when he finally gave in he soon discovered a new way to lay his claim on Obi-Wan. One that he enjoyed very much. 

That didn’t mean that he wasn’t still growling at anyone who came too close to them. His hand didn’t leave its protective position on Obi-Wan’s lower back as long as they were in public. Obi-Wan had conceded a few things too. He never walked further from Anakin than he could be reached at all times. But it was a small price to pay for the peace of mind that it offered them both. 

It concerned Obi-Wan to see how distressed being in public made Anakin. He hoped it was a result of his young age and inexperience, and not a character trait. It wasn’t that unusual for young alphas to be afraid of being one-upped by older alphas once they’d found an omega they hit it off with. 

It was a valid concern after all. 

Obi-Wan had tried to tell Anakin numerous times that he wasn’t going to leave him for anyone else, but his one mistake had been to allow another alpha too close once. Anakin not only couldn’t forget about it, but he seemed to nurse the wound inflicted from the betrayal in a way that never allowed it to heal. He ripped the wound open again and again, seeing dangers around every turn. 

Once, an alpha had stumbled into Obi-Wan entirely by accident, and Anakin had nearly started a fight that would have ended poorly for the other alpha. Anakin might be young but he was also a Jedi. His appearance could be deceiving, leading other alphas to think they could take him on easily. Obi-Wan had to go between to stop the fight as well as several others, not because he was worried for Anakin’s well-being, but because he didn’t want his Padawan to gravely injure or even kill someone in a mad rage. 

It had come to a point some days ago, when Obi-Wan wondered if he’d have to confine them to their bedroom for the rest of the stay after all. Taking Anakin back to the Temple in this state was out of the question. Everyone would know what their relationship had come to immediately, but even worse than that, they would see what lived deep inside of Anakin. While alphas having certain anger issues and controlling tendencies around mating time wasn’t unusual even among the Jedi, Anakin’s issues were definitely worse than the average. 

Obi-Wan’s only hope was that he’d grow out of it. Until then, he’d rather none of the Jedi Masters saw him like this, lest they form the wrong opinion of him. 

So their only option would be to stay in their hotel room for the duration of Obi-Wan’s heat, which was far from ideal. One of the things Obi-Wan liked the most about the mating season wasn’t the sex, but rather the fact that he could relax and not worry about the next mission or the next lesson. It was nice to just enjoy the sun by the pool and be a random guy with no obligations. The sex was, of course, an added bonus. 

The prospect of being locked in a room for nearly a week made his skin crawl. 

It was a great relief then, that following the day when Obi-Wan had to stop Anakin from getting into several fights and then nearly had to fight Anakin himself because he was acting beyond irrational, Anakin had calmed down considerably. 

Perhaps he had realized that he was acting like a madman, and that realization had given him the strength to control himself, or perhaps he’d finally understood that Obi-Wan wasn’t going to leave him. Either way, he stopped getting into fights with other alphas, and he stopped manhandling Obi-Wan whenever the situation became too much for him.

Since then their stay had been quite enjoyable. Anakin didn’t even complain about being bored, although all they did when they weren’t having sex, was lying around doing nothing except letting the sun bake them. Obi-Wan had a feeling that Anakin was busy even when he was lying prone next to him, though. Busy keeping tabs on every perceived threat, probably glaring down anyone who looked like they were even thinking of coming too close to them.

Every time the heat rose in Obi-Wan, Anakin immediately noticed. He was quick to stake his claim, no longer caring that they were in public. It had become his way of making sure that everyone knew who Obi-Wan belonged to. He had been very pleased the first time they had sex in public and Obi-Wan didn’t wash off afterwards. The fact that most other alphas hardly cared if someone else’s smell was on an omega didn’t bother him. He just seemed to enjoy his own smell on Obi-Wan. 

Obi-Wan had indulged him for a while, until the amount of fluids leaking out of him was becoming too uncomfortable to ignore anymore. This was the reason for the huge fight that they had, which almost turned into a physical fight as Anakin tried to drag Obi-Wan back to their room. Since then, they had managed to arrive at somewhat of an agreement. Anakin still seethed silently when Obi-Wan washed off the physical evidence of his claim, but he let it happen without putting up a fight. 

As they settled on sun loungers by the pool this morning, Obi-Wan knew it would be their last day there. His heat was already notably less insistent than the day before. Other alphas didn’t offer him as much as a glance. Anakin noticed that too, because he was a lot more relaxed than usual. What he didn’t seem to understand was the reason for the decrease in interest. He had an excellent sense of smell so he must have noticed that Obi-Wan no longer smelled like he was in heat, yet he persisted in trying to mount him.

He started out the way he’d done for the past few days, by offering to rub sun-lotion onto Obi-Wan’s back. For a few lovely minutes, he just ran his hands all over Obi-Wan’s body, carefully spreading the lotion out evenly. Obi-Wan was lulled into a doze… until he felt Anakin’s start to pay a little too much attention to his inner thighs.

«I don’t think I need sun lotion there, Anakin,» he said as Anakin’s hands reached his cunt. 

If Anakin was hurt by the rejection, he didn’t show it. He wiped his hands on a towel and for a few minutes they sat in comfortable silence. Anakin didn’t move from the edge of Obi-Wan’s sun lounger, but he wasn’t sitting on the side that would block the sun so Obi-Wan let him stay there. 

Obi-Wan dozed off again, safe in the knowledge that his alpha was nearby. 

His alpha?

No, of course he’d meant his Padawan. He wouldn’t want him to get into a fight again. That’s why he felt safe knowing he was close to him.

Safe in the knowledge that his Padawan was nearby, Obi-Wan fell asleep. 

He was woken up the same way he’d gotten used to these past days, with Anakin’s hands on his skin. Or rather, on his cunt. 

The heat apparently wasn’t entirely out of his blood because he felt so hot and wet just from Anakin rubbing him outside the bikini that he could barely wait to be filled. 

The sun lounger creaked as Anakin got on his knees between Obi-Wan’s spread legs. His heavy breaths caressed Obi-Wan’s neck as he leaned on his elbow above him, using his other hand to pull Obi-Wan’s panties to the side and steering his cock towards the hot, needy cunt underneath. 

Obi-Wan arched his back, making his cunt as accessible as he could. He groaned as the fat cockhead breached him and slowly pushed deeper and deeper inside. Above him, Anakin made a strangled noise before he pulled back slightly and slid even deeper inside on the second thrust. 

Obi-Wan’s entire body went soft and pliable, with the exception of his lower body which strained up against Anakin. On the third thrust Anakin slid fully inside, his throbbing cock pulsing in time with Obi-Wan’s cunt. 

«Oh, Anakin,» Obi-Wan groaned. «Oh, that feels so good, dearest.»

Anakin made a choked sound. He pulled out and thrust in again with less control than earlier. His free hand snuck under Obi-Wan’s chest to play with his nipples. It had become a sort of obsession for him. He would do it any time the opportunity arose, and after sex he often rested his head on Obi-Wan’s chest so that he could kiss and suck on his nipples. 

Now he moved his hand further up until he was grabbing Obi-Wan’s shoulder, and held him firmly as he started fucking him harder. 

Obi-Wan’s face was pressed into the towel he’d rested his head on. It soaked up the spit leaking from his slack mouth. He let Anakin take control of his entire body and just lay there taking it. Anakin might not have much finesse, but his big cock worked in his favor. It reached deep within Obi-Wan’s cunt and hit his pleasure spots with the insistence of a battering ram. 

While he was at the height of his heat he had absolutely loved it, but now it quickly became overwhelming. Still, he felt his orgasm being beaten out of him, just at the edge of being too painful. He reached down and pushed aside his panties so that he could fist his cock. Immediately his whole body tensed and he gasped as his orgasm finally overcame him. 

As he shivered in the aftermath, he reached back and squeezed Anakin’s hip. His Padawan just kept thrusting and it was becoming unbearable. 

«Slow down,» he snapped, and finally Anakin relented. 

He pulled back but didn’t pull out, and a few thrusts later he was coming too, groaning as he filled Obi-Wan’s cunt with his come. 

There were a few moments of reprieve where they both tried to catch their breaths. 

Anakin reached down between them to feel out his own cock, and made a confused noise. 

«I didn’t knot,» he said.

Obi-Wan sighed. He nudged Anakin until he moved off him, and sat up, wincing slightly as his sore cunt protested the action. 

«Did you pay even the slightest attention to sex ed?» he asked.

Anakin looked affronted. «Of course I did.»

Obi-Wan grimaced as Anakin’s cum came trickling out of him. «Then you should know that once the omega goes out of heat, the alpha no longer forms a knot.»

«Are you going out of heat already?» Anakin asked. 

«It’s been six days.»

Obi-Wan used a corner of the towel he’d been lying on to wipe off some of the cum. Even after all the sex they’d been having, Anakin still came quite a lot. He wouldn’t wash off yet, though. As long as Anakin’s smell was all over him, Anakin would remain more relaxed and at ease. 

«And that’s the normal length?» Anakin asked haltingly.

«A heat usually lasts about a week, so this is normal, yes.»

Obi-Wan folded the towel so that the wet spot was hidden, and laid down on his back, readjusting his bikini. 

Anakin scooted to the edge of the sun lounger, but remained seated, this time on the wrong side.

«You’re blocking the sun,» Obi-Wan said. He patted Anakin’s thigh. «Get me something to drink, will you?»

He could feel Anakin’s reluctance and suspicion, but the feelings were tamped down on quickly and he left to do Obi-Wan’s bidding. Shortly after he returned with two cool drinks. 

Anakin retreated to his own sun lounger now that he was safe in the knowledge that Obi-Wan was properly marked. Obi-Wan sipped his drink and dozed for a bit. He must have slept for a few minutes because the next time he opened his eyes, he saw that two young omegas were talking to Anakin. 

Instantly, annoyance and anger speared through him. It came on with such blazing insistence that it shocked him. He tamped down on the feelings, expecting Anakin to reject the omegas quickly, like he always did. But he didn’t. Instead he smiled at them and kept the conversation going. 

The omegas were male and female. They were both around Anakin’s age, and the man was smoothly shaved all over, his body glistening with oils and vitality. 

Obi-Wan felt the irrational urge to chase them away. The omegas gave Anakin appreciative looks, their eyes roving hungrily over his bare chest and down his abs to the considerable length hidden underneath his shorts. 

Why hadn’t they left already? Why hadn’t Anakin told them to go?

The female omega reached out to touch Anakin’s arm, and before Obi-Wan was entirely aware of what he was doing, he’d gotten to his feet and in one long stride he was next to Anakin, growling so viciously at the two omegas that they immediately paled and fled. 

The whole incident lasted only a few seconds, and afterwards Obi-Wan felt vaguely ashamed. He’d let his instincts get ahead of him and acted like a jealous idiot. 

Anakin stared up at him in what could only be described as shock and wonder. The shock quickly faded and left instead a smug smile. 

«Don’t look so pleased,» Obi-Wan grumbled. «They were annoying. That’s all.»

Anakin grinned. «Oh, sure. What was more annoying, though? That they checked me out or that they touched me?» 

Obi-Wan had no reply to that. He huffed and went back to his sun lounger. Lying down he closed his eyes and tried to forget his own shameful behavior. That kind of behavior was expected from alphas, but omegas were supposed to at the very least be a bit more subtle about it.

Worst of all, though, was the fact that now Anakin probably became even more convinced that Obi-Wan felt things for him that he wasn’t supposed to… Which was true, but Obi-Wan would have preferred if Anakin never realized just how deep those feelings went. 

Judging by the smugness radiating from Anakin, he had gotten renewed confidence in his ability to woo Obi-Wan.

He followed him over to the sun lounger and brazenly touched his thigh, his fingers coming dangerously close to Obi-Wan’s cunt.

Obi-Wan pushed his hand away. «No, Anakin. I’m still sore.» 

Anakin let his hand rest over Obi-Wan’s knee instead.

«Are you going to deny that you were jealous?» he said.

«I let my instincts get the better of me,» Obi-Wan said. «We’ve been exclusive for nearly a week now. Instinctually, I felt like staking my claim. That’s all.»

Anakin snorted. «Maybe your instincts are connected to your feelings? Have you considered that?»

«Anakin… Don’t make this difficult. You know we can’t… We can’t let this new closeness allow us to lose sight of what’s really important.»

«And what’s that?» Anakin said, his voice somehow hard and brittle at the same time. 

«Our job, Anakin. Our commitment to the Jedi Order.»

Anakin averted his gaze. He looked so young all of a sudden.

«You knew all along that this couldn’t go anywhere,» Obi-Wan said, softening his voice. «What did you expect?»

Anakin removed his hand from Obi-Wan’s knee. «I don’t know… I…» He shook his head. Then he stood and, for the first time in days, he left Obi-Wan alone.

——

Their relationship was strained after they returned to the Temple. Anakin had left the hotel by the time Obi-Wan returned to their room. Obi-Wan stayed there for the last night and left early in the morning. 

Once he returned to the Temple and his ordinary life, he trained with Anakin as usual, with the exception that they barely talked. There was an odd politeness between them now. Anakin kept calling him Master with a detachment to the title that hadn’t been there before. Usually when Anakin called him Master, it was with an undertone of love and admiration, and also an edge of teasing. Now there was no inflection in his voice. His feelings were carefully wrapped away, tucked into a dark place where they could be forgotten.

Obi-Wan supposed that it was for the best. They had both let their feelings for each other become too deep, had let them spiral out of control. Now they needed to reclaim that control, no matter how much it pained them to do so.

It was always painful to prune the heart. Obi-Wan knew that. But this time it felt worse than before. He took long hours of the day to meditate in solitude, but every time his hands ended up seeking his lower abdomen where the fruit of their love making would have been growing if Obi-Wan had allowed it to. 

And every time, he flinched back from the thought, chiding himself. 

He had relinquished the possibility of becoming a parent a long time ago. It wasn’t his path to walk, and until recently he’d had no problem with that. 

As he lay in bed at night, staring unseeingly up at the ceiling, he felt like an old fool. He was pining for his sixteen years younger Padawan, imagining having his children, as though Anakin would actually have wanted him for that, given the choice. What had happened between them at the hotel was nothing more than hormones going haywire. Anakin might be upset for a while about Obi-Wan’s rejection, but he would recover with time. 

Anakin had never taken rejections well, childhood wounds no doubt coming into play. If someone rejected him, even over the simplest things, he reacted as though he’d been thrown aside like trash. As though his entire worth hinged on other people’s opinions. 

But Obi-Wan would make sure that Anakin knew he was loved, even if the two of them couldn’t have the type of relationship that Anakin had wanted. 

Even so, their relationship never mended properly. But the cracks were never as obvious as when the Force led them to cross paths with Padmé Amidala again. The young senator was as lovely as ever, and Anakin didn’t miss any opportunity to comment on it. Obi-Wan looked on in part amusement and part second hand embarrassment as Anakin fumbled through an atrocious attempt at flirting. He couldn’t help but feel a little jealous that Anakin was so overwhelmed by her that his usual cockiness fell apart and left only bumbling nervousness. But it got even worse when Anakin, in his need to impress Padmé, suddenly started to act up against Obi-Wan in front of everyone. 

Obi-Wan was struck dumb by this new development. 

When he had a few moments to himself that evening, he let himself be overwhelmed by sorrow. It felt like he’d lost Anakin. He realized that as long as Anakin was by his side he’d felt at ease, safe in the knowledge that it would always be them. No one was supposed to be able to take his Padawan away from him. They may not be able to have a romantic relationship, but at the very least they would share the special bond between a Master and a Padawan. Even after the Padawans were knighted, they tended to have a close relationship with their Masters. 

But it no longer seemed like Anakin would be that close to Obi-Wan. They drifted apart, the divide between them seeming to grow wider every day. 

Obi-Wan had thought that nothing could hurt more than rejecting Anakin, but he’d been wrong. He hadn’t been prepared to lose him completely. 

——

The mating season came and went, but Obi-Wan didn’t go off his suppressants for it. There was no opportunity to. The war demanded his full attention. Time seemed to shoot past as the war waged. Suddenly, Anakin was becoming a Knight. He was breaking free, becoming a person of his own. A person that Obi-Wan no longer knew fully. 

He was becoming a hero, someone that people looked up to, and Obi-Wan was so proud of him, but at the same time he worried. Because Anakin did a lot of things that were not the Jedi way. He seemed to relish going into battle, he triumphed when they won and raged when they lost. He seemed to become less able to keep a balanced mind as time passed and the war grew grittier and direr. 

And there was something about Padmé… Obi-Wan had had his suspicions for a while. Every time they returned to Coruscant, Anakin snuck off and spent the nights somewhere else than the Temple, and when they were far away from Coruscant, which they often were, he would sneak off to comm someone in secret as soon as there was a strong enough signal to patch through. 

These were strange times. Everything was changing, and not for the better. Obi-Wan wanted Anakin to have something good in the middle of all the horrors. He wanted him to be happy, and if Obi-Wan couldn’t be the one to keep him happy, then he hoped that Padmé could. 

——

They were halfway through the second year of the war when Obi-Wan realized he’d made a terrible mistake. He should have paid more attention. He should have given his body the attention it craved, and then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. But as it were, he had failed to notice that his suppressants had worn off, and seeing as how fighting battle after battle in a seemingly never ending war skewed his sense of time, he also failed to realize that the Coruscanti mating season was near. His body was tuned in to Coruscant, and like clockwork it sent him into heat at the worst thinkable moment. 

He started feeling the tendrils of heat right before a major battle was to take place. He was on his way to the bridge of his flagship the Negotiator when he realized what was going on. He’d been feeling a little off for the past twenty-four hours, but he’d thought it was just fatigue from days of restless sleep and the same dry, flavorless rations. 

Since he was on suppressants, it hadn’t occurred to him for a second that it could be his heat. Not until he felt the lingering smell of an alpha - of Anakin - and a pleasant warmth spread through him and centered in his lower body.

All the clones were betas, as were the few other non-clone military personnel. There rarely, if ever, were alphas or omegas in the military. Too much trouble and too high likelihood of something going wrong, as Obi-Wan was a proof of right now. 

But this meant that no one else had noticed the changes in Obi-Wan, and Obi-Wan hadn’t noticed the changes either until Anakin, the only alpha in the vicinity, came near him. 

But by then it was too late. Obi-Wan couldn’t back out of the operation now. He couldn’t let his troops go alone into a battle simply because he was in heat. 

For the first time in his life, he felt deeply frustrated and displeased about his secondary gender. 

He would pull through. He had to. 

Luckily he was in the early stages of his heat still, so it shouldn’t prove too tough a challenge. The main problem was actually Anakin. It would be impossible to fool him. 

Already the moment Obi-Wan entered the bridge, he saw that Anakin knew. He sought out Obi-Wan with his gaze and didn’t let him out of his sight. His nostrils flared and his jaw worked, but he said nothing. 

His intense staring didn’t go unnoticed by the officers on the bridge. Obi-Wan saw some of them look between them in confusion, but eventually everyone decided to pretend that they hadn’t seen anything.  

Once it was time to deploy the ground troops, Anakin followed Obi-Wan off the bridge. The moment the door closed behind them, he grabbed Obi-Wan’s arm and hissed in his ear, «You aren’t seriously planning to go into battle like this?»

Obi-Wan resisted the desire to move closer to Anakin, to let his strong arms envelop him and pull him tight against his warm body… Obi-Wan set his jaw and stubbornly turned away from Anakin. 

«What other choice do I have?» He said. 

«You can say you’re sick and stay back.»

«I can’t let my troops go into battle alone simply because of a heat. Besides, it's still in the early stages. I’ll be fine.» 

Being in heat didn’t make him incapable of doing his duty. The worst thing that could happen was if they ran into enemy alphas. They could use his heat to their advantage. But as usual they were fighting droids, not sentients, so Anakin’s worries were unfounded.

That didn’t stop him from being ferociously protective of Obi-Wan, however. Obi-Wan thanked the Force that Anakin wasn't needed elsewhere during this particular battle, because he refused to leave Obi-Wan’s side. He attacked anything that came near them with such viciousness that Obi-Wan barely needed to lift his sword at all. 

It was idiotic, Anakin was acting ridiculous, and yet Obi-Wan felt warmed by his protectiveness. 

It must be the heat, he thought. It was making him soft hearted. 

They won the battle swimmingly, and afterwards Anakin was celebrated by the troopers for his amazing feats on the battlefield. He’d fought like a demon, some of them said, stars in their eyes as they looked at Anakin. 

«Should I tell your men that you fought so valiantly because you hoped to get laid?» Obi-Wan said when they, much later, made their way to Obi-Wan’s room on the Negotiator.

«I did not,» Anakin scoffed. «I wanted to protect you.»

«You know perfectly well that I can protect myself.»

«Yeah, normally. But you’re in heat. What if you had, like, brain fog or stomach cramps or something?»

«Anakin… Do you honestly believe that stomach cramps would render me useless in battle?»

«How am I supposed to know? Padmé says they can be pretty bad.»

They both lapsed into silence as the bantha in the room had been addressed. 

«Padmé…» Obi-Wan said. «So you… keep in touch with her?»

He winced at his own wording. 

«Yeah, but it’s just…» Anakin shrugged. «It’s just sex. I was with her on Naboo during her last heat.»

Obi-Wan turned away so that Anakin couldn’t see how much that broke his heart. «I see. So that’s why you suddenly took a leave and disappeared for a week a few months ago.»

«I took it as a vacation,» Anakin said with a half-smile.

Obi-Wan fought the jealousy that surged up in him. He had no right to feel that way, he knew that, yet he couldn’t help it or stop it, only tamp down on it. 

They stopped outside of Obi-Wan’s door. It was obvious that Anakin wanted to be invited in. He seemed to expect it even, and in all fairness, Obi-Wan had thought about little else since they won the battle. But he felt like a few issues needed to be addressed before they proceeded. 

«You don’t have to feel like you need to… help me,» Obi-Wan forced out. «I can manage on my own.»

Anakin looked stupefied. «You don’t want me to…?»

«No, that’s not… I just thought… Shouldn’t you think about what Padmé would say?»

«Oh no, it’s not like that,» Anakin said, looking relieved. «Padmé and I, we aren’t actually together. I mean, we tried for a bit but it didn’t work out. So… It’d be no problem for me to, uh… I mean, I’d like to… help you…»

Obi-Wan knew that this was a bad idea, but he already knew he would do it anyway. He opened the door and let Anakin in. By the time the door closed behind them, Anakin had already undone his belt and was taking off his tabards and his outer tunic. 

Obi-Wan had been fighting the heat all day, and now he found that he had no more strength left to hold it at bay. He felt hot and tired and depleted. When Anakin embraced him from behind, it was such a relief that he just gave in immediately. He let his former Padawan, now a much more mature young man, make quick and deft work of his many layers of tunics, until he was standing there in only his pants and boots. 

Anakin nuzzled the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, breathing in layers of sweat and grime like it was the finest aphrodisiac. 

His hands roamed over Obi-Wan’s body, caressing his hips and his waist before sliding up to cup his pecs. Obi-Wan moaned, unable to help himself. His nipples had been unusually sensitive lately, and the tiny mounds of his breasts felt achy. But when Anakin’s broad palms cupped them, it only felt pleasurable. 

Anakin groaned and rolled his hips so that Obi-Wan could feel his erection against his ass. Obi-Wan rubbed his ass against the hardness, panting eagerly. He twisted his neck, trying to find Anakin’s mouth. Anakin was there immediately, capturing Obi-Wan’s lips in a deep, consuming kiss. 

Obi-Wan moaned.

His former Padawan really had learned a few tricks since the last time they’d slept together. His kisses were firm and passionate, teasing Obi-Wan’s lips open so that he could lick into his mouth. 

Obi-Wan reached up, grabbing the back of Anakin’s neck so that he could pull him even closer. Anakin groaned, his hips rutting against Obi-Wan’s ass as the kiss grew deeper and filthier. 

Finally he couldn’t take it any longer. He tugged down Obi-Wan’s pants and underwear with one hand and opened his own pants with the other. Obi-Wan helped him with his own free hand. He tried to turn around so that kissing would be easier, but Anakin grabbed his hips hard and forced him to stay put. Then he bent Obi-Wan forward until they had to break the kiss. Obi-Wan had to brace himself on the table in front of him. He couldn’t hold back a desperate groan as the head of Anakin’s cock nudged against his soaked cunt. 

He wanted Anakin’s cock so badly that nothing else mattered to him. 

He pushed back, forcing the tip inside. 

Anakin groaned and held Obi-Wan even tighter. He pushed and nudged Obi-Wan until he had spread his legs wider and angled his ass up higher, and with one perfectly timed thrust he suddenly slid deep inside. Obi-Wan opened his mouth in a soundless moan. He didn’t have the time to find his voice before Anakin rolled his hips and thrust even deeper, and then he set a slow, deep rhythm. 

Obi-Wan had been fucked by a lot of alphas, but he’d rarely been fucked quite as well as this. He could barely find enough breath to gasp each time Anakin delivered a perfectly aimed thrust that seemed to reach the very core of him. 

He was clutching at the table in front of him, holding on for dear life as Anakin suddenly changed the rhythm. He pulled almost entirely out, agonizingly slowly, before thrusting back in all the way. He held the same rhythm with militant precision, fucking into Obi-Wan faster and faster until it became almost unbearable.

Obi-Wan had never wanted anything as desperately as he wanted to come just then. Anakin was getting him there so excruciatingly slowly, with unflinching precision. The sounds that came out of Obi-Wan were something he had no control over. They were scrambling, hapless things, throaty and breathless. 

He tensed up, his whole body shaking, making some guttural, barely human sound as his first orgasm wracked him. His head dangled down between his shoulders, a pool of drool collecting on the table below him. He felt woozy from the powerful orgasm.

His arms gave out and he ended up on his elbows, his ass and cunt angled up sharply for Anakin’s perusal. 

Anakin had slowed down but he never stopped moving. He moved his hips in circles, putting gentle pressure on each downward thrust. 

Obi-Wan gasped as he felt his body slowly respond. His arms were shaking and his legs threatened to give out, but he desperately wanted everything that Anakin could give him.

«I can’t…» he gasped. «Unh… my legs…»

Anakin caught his meaning. «Bed?»

Obi-Wan nodded.

Anakin put one strong arm around his torso and walked them both over to the bed without once pulling out. He lowered Obi-Wan carefully down so that he was on his hands and knees. But once he let go of his chest, Obi-Wan immediately slid forward to put his entire weight on his neck and shoulders. One side of his face was smashed into the pillow and he could barely breathe, but he hardly cared. 

He moaned without restraint as Anakin continued to fuck him, soft and gentle, hard and fast, always knowing when to slow down and when to speed up. He made Obi-Wan come again twice before he finally had to give in to his own orgasm. He moaned desperately as his knot formed, and shoved it in fiercely as he came. He growled and bit down on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, so lost in it that he reverted back to his basest instincts.

Obi-Wan moaned and tensed as one last orgasm was wrenched out of his tired body. He felt shaky and wobbly in the aftermath, as though all his muscles had turned to jelly. He slid to the mattress like liquid being poured out of a container, the only thing holding him up being Anakin’s hands on his hips. He was gently nudged to turn over so that Anakin could lie down behind him and pull him close to his chest. 

Then he clocked out, the only thoughts occupying his mind being ones of satisfaction at finally being held in his alpha’s arms again. 

——

Obi-Wan couldn’t have been asleep for long. When he woke up, it was to find their cooling bodies intertwined underneath a threadbare blanket. Anakin was still hard, still locked deep inside of Obi-Wan, but he was asleep, lightly snoring, his face pressed into Obi-Wan’s hair. 

Obi-Wan felt an overwhelming wave of affection for this man; his dearest everything. Former Padawan, friend, lover, brother in arms. This man was everything to him. 

Even, possibly, the father of his child. 

Obi-Wan hadn’t had the time or opportunity to use contraceptives, and in the heat of the moment, the idea of using a condom hadn’t been anywhere near either of their minds. 

It was careless, especially taking into consideration the fact that they were in the middle of a war. Getting pregnant was the last thing Obi-Wan needed right now. And yet, he felt hopeful rather than filled with dread. 

It must be the post-coital bliss speaking. 

Obi-Wan tried to sleep again, but he remained wide awake. He couldn’t move much since they were tied together, so he had to just lie there and wait. He desperately wanted a shower. 

Eventually, Anakin woke up. He pulled Obi-Wan closer to his chest and pressed his nose into his hair, breathing in deeply. 

«Obi-Wan,» he murmured. «It’s really you.»

Obi-Wan felt a tingle of worry. 

«Of course it’s me,» he said, wondering if Anakin had somehow forgotten what they’d just done.

Anakin kissed the back of Obi-Wan’s neck. «It’s just… I’ve dreamt of this so many times, I was afraid that it was just another dream.»

«It’s not,» Obi-Wan said softly. 

Anakin caressed Obi-Wan’s bare stomach with his leather gloved mechno hand, as though he too were thinking about the possibility of his seed taking root in there. 

«Did you enjoy it?» Anakin asked tentatively.

Obi-Wan almost laughed. As if it hadn’t been obvious that he’d enjoyed it immensely. 

He reached up and caressed the side of Anakin’s face, catching some of his curls between his fingers. 

«Yes,» he said. «You were very good.»

Anakin nuzzled Obi-Wan’s temple. 

«Good enough to keep?» he whispered, barely loud enough for Obi-Wan to hear.

Obi-Wan was so surprised by those words that all he could say was, «What?»

«Nothing,» Anakin said quickly. 

He shifted and Obi-Wan was distracted by the way his cock moved inside him. But Anakin was only pulling out. 

He slid out with an embarrassingly wet noise. 

Obi-Wan felt his cum run down his asscheek to pool on the sheets. He didn’t want to tell Anakin but he felt horny again already. The smoldering coals of desire in his gut were only resting, biding their time before they flamed up again. 

But Anakin didn’t get out of the bed as Obi-Wan had expected him to. Instead he ran his mechno hand up Obi-Wan’s torso until he found one of his nipples. 

Obi-Wan squirmed as his sensitive nipple was played with. 

Oh, he felt so needy, as though someone had poured pure desire into his veins and his heart just kept relentlessly circling it through his body. He’d felt desire before. He’d been in heat many times, but never had he felt as insatiable as he did now. 

It embarrassed him. He didn’t want Anakin to see this side of him. 

He felt out of control. It hadn’t been like this the last time they lay together. But Anakin hadn’t been this confident last time either. He hadn’t been so sure of how his touches would affect Obi-Wan as he was now. 

His other hand circled around Obi-Wan’s torso to play with his other nipple, and Obi-Wan was unable to stop the needy sound that left him. 

Anakin didn’t seem to let it affect him. He sucked on Obi-Wan’s neck, his movements languid and sure. 

He knew what he was doing. He knew that he was driving Obi-Wan slowly out of his mind. 

Obi-Wan squirmed, rolled over onto his back, arched his back. 

Oh, please, please… He needed something inside again. He needed Anakin’s cock. 

«Shhh,» Anakin said softly. 

Obi-Wan must have spoken out loud. He whimpered as Anakin started kissing his way down his chest. He licked first one nipple and then the other, then he sucked one nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.

Obi-Wan gasped. «Oh, Anakin, darling, please…!»

«Patience, Master,» Anakin said, his voice slightly breathless.

His hands caressed Obi-Wan’s sides and squeezed his waist. His kisses became sloppier as he reacquainted himself with Obi-Wan’s chest, his tongue finding a nipple every now and then, and lavishing it with attention.

Obi-Wan dug his hands into Anakin’s sweat matted curls, grabbing fistfuls of it. Anakin groaned. He grabbed Obi-Wan’s thigh with his mechno hand, pushing it aside so he could scoot over and kneel between Obi-Wan’s legs. Obi-Wan rolled his hips, his legs falling as wide open as the pants stuck around his thighs allowed. 

Anakin was giving a lot of attention to one of his nipples, licking and sucking it as though he hoped that his efforts would yield him some milk. Obi-Wan’s cunt clenched at the thought. He rubbed the back of Anakin’s neck, imagining feeding him with his own body. The thought made him all soft and warm with content. Nothing would make him feel more happy and fulfilled than knowing that he was providing for the person that he treasured the most in this world. That he was making him happy and sated. 

Anakin caressed Obi-Wan lazily while he sucked. Some of the urgency had drained out of him. He seemed content to lie at Obi-Wan’s chest indefinitely. His hands were resting on Obi-Wan’s waist, his thumbs caressing the skin right below his navel. 

But then his warm, human hand moved further down Obi-Wan’s stomach, his fingers carding through his pubic hair, knuckles bumping into his cock but moving on, in between his legs where they slid easily in between wet, open folds.

Obi-Wan threw his head back, gasping, his hips arching up, needing Anakin deeper. 

Anakin sat up so that he could watch his fingers slide in and out of Obi-Wan’s cunt. 

«Oh… You…» he groaned.

«Yes,» Obi-Wan gasped, mindless with desire. 

«Fuck, Obi-Wan. You’re so wet. Fuck.»

Anakin scooted back and tugged on Obi-Wan’s pants until they became stuck at the top of his boots. Then he started tugging on his boots, snarling in impatience when he couldn’t get them off. 

«Unlace them,» Obi-Wan said. «If you ruin them, I’ll-»

«Yes, I get it,» Anakin snapped. He started the painstaking task of unlacing Obi-Wan’s right boot while Obi-Wan tried to be quick about unlacing the left one. They were done at almost the same time, and Anakin tore them off Obi-Wan’s feet with relish. The pants and underwear followed, and then, finally, there was nothing obstructing the way between them.

Obi-Wan spread his legs wide and Anakin watched him with a desire that bordered on hunger. He crawled in between Obi-Wan’s legs, caressed his thighs and the back of his knees, spreading him even further. 

Obi-Wan tugged on Anakin’s open robes, ran his hands underneath the fabric to feel his heated skin. 

«Oh, please dearest,» he groaned. «Please…»

Anakin leaned down to give Obi-Wan a brief, passionate kiss. He nipped on his bottom lip as he pulled back. «Please what?»

«Please… ah… Fuck me, Anakin. Please fuck me.»

«As you wish,» Anakin moaned.

He held his cock steady as he pressed the tip of it against Obi-Wan’s cunt. It slid in easily, filling Obi-Wan completely in one, slow thrust.

«Oh,» Obi-Wan gasped. His head lolled back on the pillow. 

Anakin set a fluid rhythm, thrusting in deeply and pulling out slowly, seemingly setting Obi-Wan’s entire body on fire in the process. 

Obi-Wan moaned weakly as his orgasm was pulled from him in slow, even strokes. 

He threw his head back, gasping as he finally reached the peak, his hips moving desperately against Anakin’s cock. Anakin had stilled completely, his cock deep inside of Obi-Wan, allowing Obi-Wan to ride out his orgasm at his own pace. 

When he finally came down, shivering and panting, Anakin leaned down and kissed every inch of Obi-Wan’s sweat slicked neck and chest. 

He started moving his hips again, slowly. It didn’t take long before Obi-Wan responded again, squirming as oversensitivity turned into pleasure. 

Anakin took his time, his eyes drinking in the sight of Obi-Wan. He moved with such calmness and patience that Obi-Wan was impressed. He was definitely no longer the Padawan that had fucked Obi-Wan so needily just two years ago. 

«You were so desperate to have me a moment ago,» Obi-Wan said, «but now you’re even more patient than when you tinker with droids.»

«I love making you come,» Anakin said. «I love seeing you writhing desperately on my cock. I could hold back forever if it meant having you in eternal ecstasy beneath me.» 

Obi-Wan chuckled, a little breathless. «Is that so?»

He moved his hips in time with Anakin’s downwards thrusts. Using his feet for leverage, he met each of Anakin’s thrusts with a roll of his hips, milking Anakin’s cock with practiced movements.

Anakin got a pinched look on his face. «No, don’t do that…»

Obi-Wan relented. He much preferred having Anakin take control of his body like an experienced musician playing his favorite instrument. Since Anakin enjoyed that too, then all the better. 

But Anakin had his limit too, and soon after he started losing his composure, his breathing coming harder, each thrust a little more out of rhythm than the last one.

He whined softly, his eyes closed tightly in concentration.

Obi-Wan reached up and cupped the back of Anakin’s head in his hands. 

«You can come,» he said. «I want you to come, Anakin. Please. Knot me.»

Anakin made a guttural sound and fucked into Obi-Wan, deep and hard, before he stilled, a growl tumbling out of him as he came. 

Obi-Wan rolled his hips, pushing them as close together as he could as he felt Anakin’s knot expand and fill him completely. 

«Oh… Oh, Anakin, my dearest,» he babbled. He was so close to coming again. He moved his hips desperately, chasing the elusive climax. Anakin lowered himself down on top of Obi-Wan, holding most of his weight on his elbows, but pushing down against Obi-Wan’s cunt, lodging himself even deeper.

Obi-Wan seized up as his orgasm slammed into him. He clutched Anakin’s sides for dear life, his legs spasming and kicking out.

He moved his hips in twitching little circles for a few moments after, until he was all wrung out.

He felt Anakin’s breath on his face, even and warm. When he opened his eyes, he found Anakin watching him, his blue eyes intense and inscrutable. But a second later, Anakin moved in to kiss him, and the intense moment was dispersed.

Obi-Wan sighed and kissed languidly back, his hands fluttering over Anakin’s back. 

——

At some point during their kissing Obi-Wan must have fallen asleep because he remembered nothing after that. When he opened his eyes again, Anakin was lying on his side next to him, every inch of his body in contact with Obi-Wan’s. They were both crammed into a narrow bunk meant for one person, and Anakin was teetering precariously on the edge of the mattress. Still, he slept soundly. 

Obi-Wan sat up, wincing as sore muscles were pulled. They’d probably overdone it a bit, he thought with a smile. 

He felt something trickle out of him and shot up to his knees just fluid started running down his thigh. He supposed there was no point in trying to save the sheets at this stage, but nevertheless he saw no reason to soil them further. 

He was about to climb over Anakin when the alpha suddenly moved, grabbing Obi-Wan’s arm.

«Don’t leave me,» Anakin gasped while still blinking sleep from his eyes. 

«I’m just going to the fresher,» Obi-Wan said.

«No!» Anakin pulled Obi-Wan back into bed and locked him in place with his arms and legs. «I don’t want you to wash off my claim.»

Before, Obi-Wan would have been annoyed and pushed Anakin off, but now he found Anakin’s possessiveness a bit endearing. He relaxed in Anakin’s arms and dozed for a bit, until the feeling of fluids leaking out of him became too much to bear. 

«Anakin,» he said, nudging the alpha. «The sheets are getting wet. I need to wash off the worst of it.»

Anakin didn’t let go of Obi-Wan, but he seemed to be considering their options. 

«Just get me a towel at least,» Obi-Wan said.

Anakin sat up. He nudged Obi-Wan onto his back and scooted down along his body until his head was level with Obi-Wan’s cunt.

«Spread,» he said, and Obi-Wan let his legs fall open.

He wasn’t sure what Anakin had in mind, not until Anakin’s head dove in between his legs and his tongue lapped at his cunt.

Obi-Wan jolted at the first lick. He hadn’t expected it. Hadn’t thought that Anakin would want to… to lick up his own cum. 

But he did, and he did it thoroughly, making sure Obi-Wan’s thighs and ass and stomach was completely clean before delving into his cunt again. 

The fact that Anakin seemed to enjoy it so much only stoked Obi-Wan’s desire anew. He rubbed his cunt up against Anakin’s face, groaning softly as Anakin’s tongue licked deeper and deeper into him. One of his hands snuck down to bury itself in Anakin’s hair, the other he used to jerk himself off. 

It took Anakin a few moments to notice, but when he did he immediately slapped Obi-Wan’s hand away. 

«This is mine,» he snapped. «You don’t get to touch.»

Something that sounded embarrassingly like a whimper left Obi-Wan’s throat. «Please… Anakin…»

Anakin just placed one palm on Obi-Wan’s mound, ignoring his cock as he delved back into his cunt. 

Obi-Wan squirmed and panted and cursed as Anakin slowly took him apart with his mouth alone. Only when Obi-Wan was nearly trashing, begging and cussing him out in turn, did Anakin finally close his mouth around Obi-Wan’s cock. He pushed three fingers deep into his cunt at the same time, and Obi-Wan came instantly, making sounds that were pulled from somewhere deep inside his gut. 

Anakin peppered kisses all over Obi-Wan’s stomach and hips and thighs. 

Obi-Wan just lay there, his whole body still tingling with aftershocks from his orgasm. Anakin moved up the bed, wriggling in next to Obi-Wan and making him roll over on his side so that he could hold him close to his chest. 

Obi-Wan’s consciousness felt fuzzy around the edges after all the world-shattering orgasms. He was already dozing off when he heard Anakin’s voice, soft and fragile, «Am I worthy of your love now?»

Obi-Wan clutched Anakin’s human hand against his chest. 

«Of course,» he said, shocked that Anakin could think that he wasn’t worthy. «You’ve always been. But you don’t need to earn my love. You’re everything to me, Anakin. I love you simply because you’re you.»

Anakin pressed his face against the back of Obi-Wan’s neck, something warm and wet dripping onto Obi-Wan's skin. 

«I love you,» Anakin said hoarsely. «I’ve loved you all this time. I never stopped. I tried to, but it was impossible. And it hurt so much… To know that we could never…»

«I know,» Obi-Wan said, fighting back his own tears. «I hurt too. I missed you.»

«We make sense together, don’t we?» Anakin said, his voice muffled as he pressed his face against Obi-Wan’s nape. 

Obi-Wan squeezed Anakin’s hand even tighter. He blamed the heat that burned through him for how desperately he wanted to say yes. All he could think about at the moment was how deeply he wanted Anakin. How nothing mattered but the two of them together, skin to skin, keeping each other safe and warm. 

They made so much sense together. Why couldn’t they just have that? It seemed like such a small thing to ask for, given the scale of the destruction that surrounded them.

He turned around in Anakin’s arms so that they ended up pressed tightly chest to chest. He could feel Anakin’s heart beat in time with his own. 

«Maybe we can…» he said, hesitating before continuing, «We can continue doing… this after my heat passes.»

He couldn’t quite face Anakin, so he fixed his eyes on the dip at the base of his neck instead. 

Anakin was quiet for a long, nerve-racking moment.

«Are you serious?» he said at last. 

«Only the sex,» Obi-Wan added, even though he knew it was a weak attempt to appear somewhat detached.

«Yes. Of course,» Anakin said, though his mood had lightened considerably, and Obi-Wan could see from the corner of his eye a small, pleased smile. «Wouldn’t want any… inconveniently deep feelings to grow between us.»

«Precisely,» Obi-Wan said tightly. 

Anakin lifted Obi-Wan’s chin up with the tips of his fingers. His mouth slid over Obi-Wan’s, soft as velvet, and then his tongue teased the seam of Obi-Wan’s lips, prompting him to part them. 

Obi-Wan expected to be kissed deeper, but instead Anakin pulled back. Confused, Obi-Wan opened his eyes. 

Anakin was watching him seriously. «Promise me you won’t take it back when your heat passes.»

«I promise.»

«I’ll hold you to it.»

«I won’t go back on my word. You know that.»

Anakin kissed him hard, and Obi-Wan accepted it with a soft moan. 

What they were doing was beyond foolish. They were inviting disaster by allowing anything else but their duty to the people of the Republic to dictate their choices.

The duty that they had vowed to uphold as Jedi.

And yet, Obi-Wan felt nothing but absolute happiness. 

——

BONUS

«Isn’t that the third time today?» Rex said.

Anakin was pulled out of his musings by his captain’s voice. «What?»

Rex nodded towards Obi-Wan, who was coming out of the bushes looking a little pale. «It’s the third time I’ve seen General Kenobi throw up today. Is there something going around?»

Anakin frowned. «It can’t be. Jedi don’t get sick.» 

Rex didn’t push the issue and so most of the day passed without Anakin thinking much about it. Not until they were camping for the night and Obi-Wan declined his rations.

«Are you sick?» Anakin asked. He pushed the bowl of ration-powder mixed with hot water into Obi-Wan’s hands. «You have to eat something, or you’ll just get worse.»

Obi-Wan looked like he was about to throw up as the smell of the gruel-like mixture reached him. 

He pushed the bowl back into Anakin’s hands. «I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I get nauseous from the mere smell of certain foods.»

«You’re not supposed to get sick,» Anakin said.

«I know. At first I thought something I’d eaten had disagreed with me, but I often get nauseous for no discernible reason.»

«Is there any other food I can get you?»

«There’s no need…»

«You have to eat something.»

Obi-Wan sighed. He smiled and squeezed Anakin’s hand lightly before quickly letting go. «Alright. If you can find anything else but rations, I’ll see if I can eat it.»

Anakin went off in search of food, and eventually found some dry crusts of bread. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing. But by the time he returned, Obi-Wan had fallen asleep on his bedroll. 

Anakin kneeled next to him. He didn’t want to wake him up. Obi-Wan had looked exhausted recently. 

They had found a somewhat secluded place for themselves, but even so, Anakin looked around before reaching out and touching Obi-Wan’s hand. It was curled protectively around his belly. 

Something about the sight stirred an idea in Anakin.

How long had it been since Obi-Wan’s heat? It must have been at least two months, perhaps three… 

But it couldn’t be… Could it?

Holding his breath, Anakin snuck a hand under Obi-Wan’s tunic. He skimmed over his hip and cupped his lower stomach. It felt the same as usual, the abs firm against his palm. Maybe there was a very small protrusion there, or maybe he was just imagining it because he so desperately wished for a physical sign. 

Reluctantly, he pulled his hand back and retreated to his own bedroll, which was laid out only a few inches from Obi-Wan’s. 

He reached out and put his hand in Obi-Wan’s other hand. It lay slightly extended next to him, as though he reached for Anakin even in his sleep. Anakin meant to pull his hand back before he fell asleep, but he was already drifting off before he could do it.

He dreamt of peace in the galaxy, of laughing children, and of Obi-Wan looking at him with a soft smile, nothing but love and happiness in his eyes.