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Anakin led them to Obi Wan's room on the Resolute. Once inside, Anakin grasped Obi Wan's hands in his.
"Ben and Vader said we need to talk more," Anakin smiled at him as the door closed. "I know they've had told you the same."
"Seems the Force is using our future selves to keep us together," Obi Wan chuckled bringing Anakin's hands up to kiss his knuckles.
"I feel like Mother is holding up two dolls of us and yelling kiss sometimes, too," Anakin chuckled leaning forward to rest his head against Obi Wan's.
"Probably is." Obi Wan snorted. "Shall we discuss why you feel like I wouldn't remember something like your mother's cookies?"
"Because Sidious said you didn't care enough to remember them," Anakin sighed thinking back to the start of the Clone Wars. "The last time I made them, which was before I was blessed with Ahsoka, I brought some to him. I mentioned that I thought it was nice that you always kept the ingredients on hand for me. He mentioned now that I was Knighted that you probably wouldn't keep them anymore."
"So, he's the entire reason Ahsoka and Luke have been deprived of your baking? What an odd thing to say? What would he know about how I keep our home at the Temple," Obi Wan frowned. "I keep Padme's favorite tea because she hides in the Temple with us when the world gets too much for her. Ahsoka's favorite kinds of meats and snacks so she can munch on them, the ingredients to for Leia to make tortillas and pupusas, Luke's Force awful blue milk and his own collection of Tatooine spices, Ser Ren's favorite berry tarts and chocolates, I even keep things for Quinlin, Bant, and Aayla. That's not counting how Padme keeps our home with her."
Anakin pulled his hands from Obi Wan's and wrapped his arms around his neck. He buried his nose as close as he could to Obi Wan's scent gland. Anakin had been working through more than just these thoughts, about Obi Wan not caring enough. Blocking the thoughts of Obi Wan let the little things of Anakin Skywalker from his life after her was Knighted. He saw it every day when they came back home, to their rooms. Anakin's blankets on the couch, his mugs in the sink, the items he keeps to build nests with. Their rooms were filled with droid parts. The fact that Obi Wan let him rearrange his own room at Anakin's will was enough proof that Obi Wan had no intention of ever leaving his side. They would always be a pair. All their future padawans would have them both, and Anakin wanted that so bad.
"I know," Anakin whispered. "I've been trying to retrain my thinking every time those negative thoughts come up. Like when I think you're jealous of me, or holding me back. I ask myself when have I seen you be jealous of me? I think of Satine whisking me off when we went to Mandalore for her, and I realize that you were more upset with her than me. And I can't even think of a single time when 'Anakin, wait' didn't mean 'I'm worried, please slow down'. I'm so scared that he's going to turn me into Vader and every time I see him I feel like part of me dies."
"I know, my Galaxy," Obi Wan pulled Anakin closer. "As long as we talk, he cannot take you. As long as I breathe, I will help you fight the darkness, even when you're calling for heads."
"Mmmm, did you really not know you were a prince, my knight?" Anakin asked cuddling into Obi Wan. "Or look up anything about Stewjon?"
"I saw no reason to when I was younger. I was much to busy making sure you and Luke didn't rub too many bad habits onto Ahsoka until recently," Obi Wan snorted. "Your Knight, my dear one?"
"Mmmmhhmmmm, smell good," Anakin hummed, rubbing his face into Obi Wan's neck.
"Anakin," Obi Wan growled out. "Darling, if you keep doing that..."
"I want your teeth in my neck," Anakin whispered into Obi Wan's ear. "Don't you think it's time? Don't you think the galaxy is ready?"
Obi Wan gulped feeling Anakin's teeth nibbling just under his jaw, nuzzling his bearded cheek. He let his hands slip from their safe position on Anakin's waist to bunch up the ends of his tunic. The fabric felt a little sticky and then the scent hit him. Obi Wan felt a moan bubble up from low in his chest.
"Anakin, how long have you been in heat?" his voice low and gravely.
"Since this morning," Anakin admitted.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Obi Wan whispered turning his head to nip at Anakin's jaw.
"Cause Luke, war and stuff," Anakin shrugged. "But you're here now and you smell so good, like when you go into rut. It's just you and me, no kids, Yoda and Vader are here to look after the padawans."
"I suppose we can leave the padawans in Darth's hands," Obi Wan growled. "It's been a while since we've gotten time to ourselves."
"Mmmmm," Anakin agreed.
"We should go to your nest," Obi Wan breathed into Anakin's neck nosing at his jaw breathing him in.
"Can't. Luke's been hiding in it, everything needs to be washed and Solo's stink needs to be plucked from it," Anakin whimpered as Obi Wan grabbed the hair at the back of his head, pulling him back.
"You let another alpha add to your nest?" Obi Wan growled. "Explain, Dear One."
"Told you, I sent Luke to hide in it the first day of his false heat before everything blew up," Anakin moaned bucking against Obi Wan. "He didn't like that Han wasn't in it, Han's his Pack alpha."
"Ah," Obi Wan smirked, his free hand gliding down to pull one of Anakin's legs around his hips. "How kind of you, but now where will I ravish you?"
"Your bed, wanna smell like you," Anakin whined, leaning more into Obi Wan. "Wanna be sneezing with how much I smell like you!"
"You want to build your nest in my bed?" Obi Wan groaned, pulling Anakin closer. "Like we're at home?"
Anakin whimpered as he was lifted of the ground. Obi Wan hauled him over to his officer's bed, tossing him down onto it, and smirked as Anakin made grabby hands at his clothing. Obi Wan diligently striped down to under clothes for Anakin to add to the bed. Anakin smiled as he moved things around how he liked and started adding his own clothes to the nest.
Obi Wan paced out side Anakin's nest, eyeing the wet spot on his dark under shorts, almost groaning as the light reflected the slickness around his thighs. How long had Anakin tortured himself before Obi Wan came seeking him? Anakin was eyeing him now, and Obi Wan was helpless but to crawl into the nest at Anakin's calling. Anakin pulled him into a kiss and Obi Wan melted into him.
Anakin whimpered then threw his head back to gasp as Obi Wan started to grind into his hips. Obi Wan nipped down his jaw and neck, rubbing his beard along the way. Anakin threw his leg around Obi Wan and pulled him closer.
"Patience, Anakin," Obi Wan muttered as he leaned down to bite at Anakin's pectorals. "You were hiding from me all morning. I didn't even get to smell you until just moments ago."
"Don't wanna wait!" Anakin whined, trusting to buck against Obi Wan only to be held down with one hand. "Want you! Please..... please Obi Wan, please alpha!"
"Patience," Obi Wan sang, tongue flicking out over a pert nipple.
Anakin groaned pushing up into Obi Wan's mouth, giving Obi Wan the room to pull the last of Anakin's clothing off. Anakin pouted up at him, but hooked his heel in the waistband of Obi Wan's boxers and pulled them down. Obi Wan grunted, before snorting and working his way down to nip at Anakin's ribs.
"Thought you would have used the Force for that," Obi Wan began working a bruise into the left side of Anakin's ribs.
"All your clothing is mine," Anakin hissed as Obi Wan let his fingers glide over his cock. "Not there, lower!"
"Lower?" Obi Wan grinned, fingers dancing over Anakin's outer labia and balls to grab the meat of his ass. "Here, Dear One"
"Obi Wan!" Anakin whined, "Higher! Stop playing!"
"Playing?" Obi Wan cocked his head to the side, before biting lightly on Anakin's right hip. "What ever could you be talking about?"
Obi Wan let his fingers dance back up to cup around the base of Anakin's dick, before dragging his hand down slowly and grazing his vaginal opening. Anakin bucked, trying to get Obi Wan to sink something into him before pressed a finger into him. Anakin gasped throwing arms around Obi Wan's shoulder's pumping his hips in time with Obi Wan's fingers.
"Please, please, please!" Anakin sobbed as Obi Wan added two more fingers. "Already did this!"
"You got yourself opened and slick before even telling me?" Obi Wan put on his most disappointed master voice. "You know how much I like to tease."
"Didn't want teasing while in the nest, teasing was waiting for you to notice I was in heat," Anakin whined, shaking his head. "Thought about it all day while you were running around."
"Brat," Obi Wan snorted rubbing his face into Anakin's neck, scenting him.
"But your Brat," Anakin purred. "Only your brat."
Obi Wan growled and pulled his hand out to shove Anakin's leg almost to his shoulder and sank into him. Anakin howled a moan before trying to buck against Obi Wan. Obi Wan pulled Anakin's other leg to rest on his shoulder before nipping at the nearest calf and setting a slow pace. He almost smirked as Anakin whined at the teasing slowness, but he would take his time. They had all the time in the galaxy right now and Obi Wan wanted nothing more than to watch the thoughts drain from Anakin's busy head. He grinned as Anakin seized up. Obi Wan leaned down and licked the clear pre off of Anakin's stomach as the first orgasm rocked trough him.
"Obi Wan!" Anakin whined, making grabby hands wanting kisses.
"Easy, my Dear One," Obi Wan smirked, as he peppered Anakin's face. "Let Your Knight take care of you."
Anakin whimpered and gasped as he felt Obi Wan's knot catching against him. He tried to wiggle to make Obi Wan go faster, but his legs slid from their perch to clutch around Obi Wan's waist. Anakin arched and gasped as another orgasm ripped through him before sobbing as he felt Obi Wan come in him, knot locking them together.
"Bite," Anakin whined. "Please."
"Not yet," Obi Wan leaned forward to kiss along Anakin's neck and face. "Closer to the end. Biting will end this too fast."
"Okay," Anakin sobbed as Obi Wan rocked slightly. "Please, more!"
"As you wish, my Galaxy."
Anakin winced as he tried not to limp down to where he sensed Vader, Yoda, and the Padawans where. In three days Obi Wan had left nibbles and bite marks all over him, including the new mating scar on his neck. That one was still a little fresh and tender. Anakin opened the door to the training room and gasped as something slammed into the wall next to him. Anakin looked down to see Luke rubbing the back of his head looking grumpy. Anakin looked to the center of the room to see that Vader stood there, Yoda perched on a shoulder, looking relaxed as the Padawans stood up from where he had thrown them.
"Woot, do that again, Evil Sky Guy!" Ahsoka yelled standing up.
"I don't remember Ahsoka being this feral," Vader frowned. "Skywalker, how nice of you to join us. Where is Kenobi?"
"Uh, he...he had to check in with Master Windu," Anakin frowned as his hips ached. "What in Sith Hells are you doing?"
"Level grinding the Padawans," Vader snorted, waiving his hand causing Ahsoka to fly into a pile of mats.
"Why are we level grinding the padawans?" Anakin asked confused, as Leia jumped at Vader who dodged.
"You look like you picked a fight with a carpet and lost," Ser Ren spoke up from where she hung from the ceiling.
"So, we're affectionately beating the shit out of the padawans?" Anakin felt his eyebrow twitch.
"I'm affectionately beating the shit out of the padawans," Vader snorted, dodging Ahsoka's attack sending her to the ceiling to hang up there with Ser Ren. "You were dicked down within an inch of your life; your legs are not up for facing the four of them. Leia, put the blaster down."
Leia huffed and Anakin buried his face in his hands. It must be obvious to everyone on board. The doors opened and Obi Wan walked in, looking completely put together not a hair out of place but raised an eyebrow as Luke and Leia jumped at Vader, who stepped back and let them crash into each other.
"It seems the kids have had fun these last few days," Obi Wan smiled, before frowning. "I'm leaving to meet up with Master Gallia. We're going after Maul."
"Master?" Ser Ren perked up, dropping from the ceiling. "I'm going with you!"
"Absolutely not!" Obi Wan looked up at her with a scowl. "I will not have you anywhere near..."
"He is my master!" Ser Ren hissed. "I should be going. I am going, there's nothing you can say about that!"
"Ser Ren, I said no," Obi Wan growled.
"You're not my father yet, Kenobi!" Ser Ren hissed back. "Do not think for a second you can boss me around!"
"Okay! That's enough both of you!" Anakin yelled putting a hand on Obi Wan's chest and glaring at Ser Ren. "First, both of you apologize, right now!"
"For what?!" Ser Ren and Obi Wan yelled.
"For being asses to each other!" Anakin snapped at both of them. "Luke and Leia do not fight as much as you do and they are twins! Ahsoka doesn't fight with you as much as you do Obi Wan, Ser Ren. I get that you are both very much alike but I will not have you two being at odds when Maul is on the loose. Do you understand me?"
"Hmmm youngest master in a century, young Skywalker is working for," Yoda mumbled, from Vader's shoulders.
"I was denied that rank before my Fall," Vader mumbled, watching Anakin wrangle the argument. "I can see why now. Do not push it on me too quickly. I'll get there when I get there."
"Very wise, Lord Vader," Yoda nodded, before raising his voice. "Right Young Skywalker and Master Kenobi are, Ser Ren. Worried for you he is. Use you, Maul will."
"I know, I'm trying to keep him from possible killing Satine," Ser Ren rolled her eyes. "I do not say or do anything with malice for the sake of malice. I can talk to him, give him a better prize for hurting Obi Wan Kenobi than possibly killing Aunt Satine."
"But allowing him to hurt you, break his heart seeing you in the Darkness it does," Yoda tried to reason.
"I am the Darkness," Ser Ren huffed." You don't fight Luke on his nature."
"Light young Luke is, but drown in it he does not," Yoda huffed. "Drown in the Dark you do, punish yourself why must you?"
Ser Ren blinked before walking over to Obi Wan and hugged him. Obi Wan huffed before pulling her tight into his chest. He scented her hair and rubbed her back. She was too much like Anakin some days, but in the moment she was too much like him.
"I will call you the second I think you can reason with Maul," Obi Wan mumbled into her hair. "I'm sorry."
"Sorry, Daddy," Ser Ren whispered into his chest.
"Ugh, I'm getting cavities," Vader rolled his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up, Darth!" Anakin snapped and Force pushed Vader and Yoda into the mats. "Okay now that we're back on track. Obi Wan you make sure you come home to me, got it? Other Wise, me and Master Yoda are going to turn the Room of a Thousand Fountains into the Room of a Thousand puddings."
"I will do my best to return to save what is left of Master Windu's sanity from the two of you," Obi Wan huffed, then grunted as Luke and Leia rammed into him. "I promise, I will try to make it home, my darlings."