Obi-Wan was a Jedi first and foremost. His secondary gender was unimportant to him. He'd been on suppressants since he had presented like all Alpha and Omega Jedi. He had never experienced a heat. The moment Qui-Gon had caught a whiff of his scent when he'd gone into pre-heat, he had rushed Obi-Wan to the healers; one hand gripping his elbow tight, another covering his nose.
Obi-Wan had been utterly humiliated by the Alpha's response. He'd burst into tears the moment he was alone in an examination room. He resented his designation immediately, but over the years (and only because he wasn't affected by it due to the top-grade suppressants) he had accepted the fact that he was an Omega.
When the Council summoned him and Anakin, his secondary gender was the last thing on his mind. They were being sent to a little-known planet in the Outer Rim named Ashur. The Separatists were wooing the leaders of the planet toward their cause and Obi-Wan and Anakin along with Plo Koon, Kit Fisto and Senators Amidala and Organa were to attempt to sway them toward joining the Republic. There was little intel on the planet, only that it was almost solely occupied by humans who had recently discovered massive veins of precious Zersium ore needed for durasteel.
Obi-Wan had a bad feeling about it, but kept his reservations to himself. It wasn't as if the Force was explicitly warning him of danger, merely the potential. But as the future was always in motion, he didn't concern himself.
The closer they got to Ashur, however, the more his uneasiness grew, to the point that Anakin began to shoot him worried glances. Obi-Wan went to his room to meditate and hopefully discover what the Force was trying to tell him, but the images he saw didn't make sense to him. He saw mounds of blankets and pillows which didn't seem threatening at all. He saw a beautiful room where the pile of bedding was within. He saw a young man with long dark hair and wide eyes framed in long lashes and a full mouth who was dressed in gold and jewels and little else. His smile was cruel. He saw pretty young men and women lounging about dressed in similar fashion surrounding him.
He frowned in confusion as he shook himself out of his meditative state. Visions were not his forté, and even had they been, he knew he could still not entirely trust them. He sighed and moved to his bed and decided to get some rest while he could.
His nervousness grew to gnawing anxiety when they were admitted to the castle that hosted the world summit and the huge, brawny guards began to sniff at Obi-Wan. He could feel righteous indignation from Senator Amidala who stood right behind Anakin and dismay from Bail. He'd never felt such a compulsive and visceral need to hide behind his former padawan before. He took a step back before he could stop himself and Anakin pulled him close with a warning growl. Master's Kit and Plo murmured apologetically, uncomprehending of what had just occurred, but sensing Obi-Wan's apprehension and Anakin's anger. They hastily stepped in front of the human's and made their greetings. Once inside, Obi-Wan grasped Anakin's wrist in alarm as a flood of Alpha scent clogged his nose. It was obvious that no one was on suppressants and his trepidation sharply spiked into fear. Anakin growled low in his throat and abruptly turned, rubbing his cheek against Obi-Wan's, hastily scenting him. Obi-Wan trembled in his grip. He had never been surrounded by so many unsuppressed Alpha's. He had never felt more like a helpless Omega than he did right then and he hated it.
"I need to get you out of here." Anakin rasped, his voice low and guttural and full of Alpha command.
"Obi-Wan will be safe, Anakin." Plo chastised, unaware of the danger. Kit nudged Plo and shook his head.
"I think Anakin may be right. He shouldn't be here."
"Do you really think they would be so foolish as to attempt to harm a Jedi master on a diplomatic mission?" Bail asked, eyeing the many alpha guards posted through the palace's main entry.
"What do we actually know about these people anyway? We weren't given much intel." Anakin snapped, on edge. Obi-Wan was deliberately breathing slowly in an effort to calm himself.
"Neither were we." Senator Amidala replied, watching Obi-Wan with worried eyes. He was the only omega of the group and Obi-Wan could feel that she already didn't like how the guards were looking at him. She had always been excellent at reading people. "Our orders came from the Chancellor."
"Greetings Jedi Knights!" An ebullient Beta flowed towards them, graceful and lithe and dressed in flowing shimmer silk. "Our Great Kings await you in the main hall. Please, make haste, the scheduled talks will begin very shortly."
"Too late." Obi-Wan muttered, shoving his fear away and into the Force with all of his strength.
"No!" Anakin hissed, furiously scenting Obi-Wan again. Obi-Wan blushed, wanted to push Anakin away, but instead he clung to him as though his life depended on it. He was an unmated Omega surrounded by unfamiliar, unsuppressed Alpha's and his body was reacting. But instead of being aroused, he was afraid. A typical response of an omega who already saw another alpha as their mate already. But he couldn't think about that. The alpha he wanted was not meant for him. His shame forced him to pull free of Anakin's grip.
"I'm okay." He lied, his smile more of a pained grimace. "It's alright, Anakin." He pried Anakin's hands off of his upper arms as gently as he was able. "Everything will be okay."
Everything was not okay.
Obi-Wan was denied entry at the door.
"Omega's are not permitted in the great hall." One of the posted guards sneered in disgust. Obi-Wan felt utterly mortified. He could feel Anakin's outrage and turned pleading eyes on the young alpha. They could not afford to screw this up. Plo and Kit stammered apologies, unsure of how to proceed. Bail and Padme both looked deeply uncomfortable. Obi-Wan was the best negotiator among the Jedi, and he had been sent on the mission specifically for that reason. To be shut out simply because of his designation was beyond humiliating. He felt his stomach clench and the unfamiliar urge to hide behind Anakin made him want to cry. He had never felt so timid, not since he was very young and known to be the shyest in the creche. He hated the feeling.
One of the guards stepped forward and Anakin stepped in front of Obi-Wan. It took every shred of self-control and Jedi training not to grab the young alpha and cling to him like a weak, needy omega. Obi-Wan bit down on his lower lip until he thought he would pierce it with his canine teeth.
Kit gently gripped Obi-Wan's shoulders as the alpha guard approached.
"Anakin, relax." Kit cautioned.
"Obi-Wan will be safe." Plo assured. "You need not worry. We are guests here. Please behave like it." Anakin turned to gaze at Obi-Wan, the worry obvious in his eyes. Obi-Wan nodded weakly, trying desperately to convince Anakin (and himself) that all would be well.
"I'm fine, Anakin. Just breathe. Stay with Masters Koon and Fisto and the Senators. Our plans have been slightly altered, but everything will work out, you'll see." Anakin nodded hesitantly, his scent sour with distress. He yanked Obi-Wan close and scented him again, and Obi-Wan felt his face heat up once more. "Dear one, stop." Obi-Wan nearly whined.
"Come along." The guard demanded. Obi-Wan freed himself from Anakin's shaking hands and followed the guard with his head held high, despite the churning in his stomach and the scent of Anakin's fear.
He was led to the very room he had seen as he'd meditated. The room was filled with scantily clad Omega's as well. Their overly sweet, flowery scents filled the room and made Obi-Wan's nose wrinkle. Some were playing musical instruments, some were bathing in a pool, some were reading. Many were lying about on large pillows, idly brushing their hair or eating fruits from several heaping platters.
Obi-Wan hesitated at the doorway and he heard a threatening growl behind him that had his heart rabbiting in fear as he scurried further inside. He put his hand to his chest and glanced at the guard, ashamed by his own reaction. He had never feared alpha's before. But he could feel the Force then, sending a warning through him. He wasn't sure what to do, and stood there awkwardly.
All too soon the Omega's took note of him and soon they were surrounding him, vying for a closer look.
"He's an omega!" A haughty young man proclaimed.
"A bearded omega! I've never heard of such a thing!" A beautiful female sniffed, her eyes appraising.
"He might be prettier without it." Another mused.
"I think he's lovely!" Another young man tittered. Several females giggled and agreed. Obi-Wan flushed, crossing his arms and walking to a far corner, sitting on the bare floor with a huff.
"Come sit with us, pretty boy!" Another female called. "Your cute little butt is too good for the cold, hard floor!" He tried not to scowl as he closed his eyes and tried to meditate.
"Come, lovely! Let us brush your pretty hair!"
"Ooh! Let me put flowers in it!"
"Enough, all of you! Quiet down and leave him be." He frowned and peeked and saw a beta woman, who appeared to be in her late thirties. He couldn't be sure as she was just as beautiful as the rest, but she had an air of authority about her and the other's obeyed. She made her way over and went to one knee in front of him. "Please, come have some tea with me. I will keep you company while you wait." He sighed, but rose to his feet and followed her to a balcony that was shaded by dozens of plants. A low table sat with cushions to rest upon and a full tea service with delicate pastries and fruit waited. He felt another spike of dread and hesitated. What was the Force trying to tell him? Was the food poisoned? Was she going to attempt to harm him in some way? He didn't have his lightsaber. None of them did. They had been uneasy (to put it mildly) leaving them behind on the ship, but the rulers of Ashur had demanded it. He did have the Force at his command still, but she was a pretty beta who had likely never had any combat training. It wasn't like he could hit her. Even shoving her and running seemed beyond cowardly and frankly, just uncalled for. He had never raised a hand to a woman in his life. Ventress, of course, was different. She had tried to castrate him on more than one occasion, and regardless, he had never actually tried to punch her or anything so vulgar. Their interactions consisted of him defending himself and trying not to get dismembered. These people were harmless, but still, the force was urging caution.
There was a sudden commotion as nearly every omega began to cry out: "Prince Hadrian!" The beta beside him hurried off to greet the very man with long, dark hair and wide eyes framed in long lashes that he had seen as he'd meditated. He felt his stomach twist as the young prince met his eyes. He bowed as he knew he must, but the predatory gleam in the man's eyes made him shiver. The Force was clamoring insistently and Obi-Wan felt his heart begin to race. This scantily clad prince was the one the force had been warning him about. He had to be very careful.
He hid a grimace as the young prince made a beeline straight toward him, the beta hurrying to keep up.
"And who might this be?" The young Alpha asked, smiling wolfishly at Obi-Wan.
"I've only just invited him to tea, my lord. I haven't the opportunity for proper introductions." Obi-Wan did his very best to smile and gave another short bow.
"I am Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, your royal highness."
"So polite!" The alpha chuckled. "Please. Sit with us." Obi-Wan did as he was asked, despite his wariness. "I've never met a Jedi before. How do you like Ashur?"
"I've barely been here an hour, but it is quite beautiful." He replied, glancing out over the lavish gardens below.
"Daija, please, fetch my favorite tea for our guest." Another flash of warning. Obi-Wan fought not to leap to his feet and run. The beta, Daija, hurried to comply. The young prince let his eyes rove over Obi-Wan and he felt himself flush in embarrassment. "You're very beautiful, Omega." The prince said. Obi-Wan grit his teeth and fought not to snarl. He had a name. He hated being referred to by his second gender. It was insulting. And while the prince was not unattractive, Obi-Wan found him repellant. His alpha scent was overly bitter and Obi-Wan didn't like it. And he didn't like the way he smiled, or the way he stared at Obi-Wan.
"Thank you, your highness." He replied softly, trying not to fidget.
"I've never seen an omega with a beard before. Such things are frowned upon here." Obi-Wan didn't know what to say to that. But the prince continued, apparently uninterested in Obi-Wan's opinion on the matter. "We like our omega's soft and smooth. We do not allow suppressants here, either. Do the Jedi demand them?"
"They do." Obi-Wan replied with a slight nod. The prince's full lips twisted into a frown.
"How barbaric. Omega's are a treasure. Only one in four are born as omega's here. It is quite tragic, really. We need more of them." Obi-Wan felt his heart speed up. He prayed the alpha wasn't going to attempt to woo him. He hoped his beard was enough to put the alpha off entirely, but Obi-Wan could feel the prince's interest and doubted if that would make a difference. He prayed he would be able to leave soon.
"As Jedi, our designations are unimportant. We are servants of the Republic and we cannot allow heats and ruts to distract us. Many Jedi are not human and if they cannot rely on us, what purpose do we serve?"
"A natural and beautiful one, frankly. And the tales I've heard of Jedi taking children from their parents…" He frowned, shaking his head.
"That is not true. My parents gave me to the Jedi because they knew I would be better off with them. Untrained force-sensitive children can be dangerous. The Jedi do not take anyone without their parents' permission." Prince Hadrian nodded and then he offered a spurious smile.
"I can't get a read on you, Omega. Those suppressants are vile." Obi-Wan bit his tongue.
"I apologize." He murmured, unsure of how else to respond.
"No matter! Here is Daija with our tea." The prince said, his smile more genuine. The Force was shrieking its warnings now. Obi-Wan felt cold. He could feel the prince's anticipation and worry and guilt from Daija. She departed quickly and Obi-Wan clenched his hands to keep them from shaking. He wanted to flee, but he couldn't. He knew drinking the tea was a mistake, but he also knew the man wasn't attempting to murder him. He also knew that he had to drink it. He could not afford to anger the prince. "This is a very rare and very delicious blend, and look!" He appeared suddenly boyish and sweet in his excitement. Obi-Wan felt sick. He took a small pitcher and poured out a pale yellow juice into the pink tea and Obi-Wan watched it turn the tea a pretty blue. "Citrus juice changes its color! Isn't that lovely?"
"It is." Obi-Wan agreed, his voice faint. The young prince placed the cup before him. The force was screaming in his ears. He could feel Anakin suddenly prodding insistently at the bond. He shoved his feelings into the force and sent as much reassurance as he could to Anakin. He prayed for the force to give him strength. He drank the tea. Prince Hadrian grinned.
Anakin hated Ashur. Ever since they had left for the mission, Obi-Wan had been radiating nerves in a way he never had before. Even Kit and Plo had noticed, which meant Obi-Wan's shields weren't as solid as usual. Even without the bond they had refused to sever, Anakin could smell it on him. It was faint, but it was there. Distressed Omega was a cloyingly sweet scent and if it weren't for their suppressants Anakin would have bundled Obi-Wan up and hid him in his room for the entire trip.
He had been fine when they had received the assignment, but the moment they had entered space he had grown uneasy and it had only gotten worse. And upon arriving at the palace, he'd felt Obi-Wan's anxiety spike into fear as the disgusting alpha guard had sniffed his master. Obi-Wan instantly shied away, right into Anakin's arms. Anakin had never felt such a powerful urge to defend his master before.
He had often dissuaded people from approaching his master after he'd presented as an alpha. If he couldn't have Obi-Wan, no one could. He hated himself when he felt loneliness and sadness from his master, but it also gave him the opportunity to go to Obi-Wan and ease his longing for companionship. He knew it was cruel, but he wanted to be the only one Obi-Wan sought comfort from. He wanted far more than that, to be sure. He wanted to knot his beautiful master, to mate him, to fill him full of pups and keep him by his side forever. He knew he could make Obi-Wan happy, and he also knew no one else would be able to make him as happy as Anakin could. And he would suffer no one attempting to try.
The stench of Alpha was everywhere and it was scaring Obi-Wan. Anakin couldn't endure it and began to frantically scent him as Obi-Wan clung to him, terrified. Out of the Jedi, only Kit seemed to have an inkling of the danger of the situation. Bail and Padmé were very concerned, but they could likely smell Obi-Wan's distress as Anakin could. But of course, Obi-Wan lied and said he was fine and tried to draw all attention away from himself. His master hated to cause a scene almost as much as he hated admitting his feelings.
Anakin wanted to drag him to his bed and fuck him and mark him right then. Too many of the Alpha's were eyeing Obi-Wan like a piece of meat. It was infuriating, but he didn't dare disobey Obi-Wan. He never could tolerate Obi-Wan looking at him with disappointment in his eyes. He wanted his love and adoration, he never wanted to disappoint his master.
He could barely concentrate as they took their seats. He grit his teeth as the empty seat beside him that had been meant for Obi-Wan was hastily carried away by a servant.
Obi-Wan had been utterly humiliated to be denied entry and Anakin had wanted so badly to strangle the huge, ugly alpha that had sneered at his master and caused the blood to drain from Obi-Wan's face. How dare they treat Obi-Wan that way? He was a Jedi beyond compare and a fearless General of the GAR. He could easily kill the vapid alpha, but he had likely smelled Obi-Wan's fear, weak as the scent was, and assumed him a helpless omega. And an unmated one. It was obvious that Ashur society was set in antiquated, biased gender roles. Omega's stayed at home with their pups and alpha's protected and provided. It was outdated bantha shit.
While he loved the idea of Obi-Wan filling that role, he would never force it upon him. He might beg and plead, but that wasn't the point. He would be happy even if Obi-Wan only consented to an occasional screw. It would break his heart to know Obi-Wan didn't dare trust him with his own, but he would bear it if only he was able to kiss and touch him. To watch him fall apart on his knot. It would be worth it, if only Anakin could dredge up the nerve to ask.
Half way through the opening arguments he suddenly felt Obi-Wan's utter dread and he went rigid with alarm and began poking at the bond relentlessly. Obi-Wan eventually sent him a weak reassurance through the bond that did nothing to stem his panic and then raised his shields high, blocking Anakin out. Anakin was about to crawl out of his skin at that point and every alpha close to him noticed.
"Knight Skywalker, why are you so distressed?" Lord something or other next to him asked.
"I'm worried about my master." He admitted, unable to deny it. The alpha scoffed beside him.
"Surely you are not referring to the strange omega you brought with you." Anakin's spine stiffened and he bit back a growl. He heard Padmé gasp quietly from her spot next to him, felt a flash of her outrage.
"Obi-Wan is a great Jedi master." Anakin replied, doing his utmost to control his anger lest it leak out in his scent. "He is a General of the GAR, and an excellent fighter."
"You allow him to go to battle?!" The rat-faced alpha gasped. "He could be injured and rendered barren! How is that permitted?!" Anakin swallowed a snarl of rage. em'How dare he?'/em
"He is a Jedi first, as I am. Our designations do not define us." Obi-Wan would be proud that he was calmly responding and not already throttling the stupid alpha. The alpha's beady eyes widened a moment before narrowing thoughtfully.
"How very strange. We do not allow our Omega's to battle. They are far too precious to us." He sniffed, his mouth curling in pout. "He should have been mated years ago. Such a waste." Anakin clenched his fists under the table. He tried to give his anger to the force but as usual it threw it right back. It was whispering warnings for his master in his ear. He needed to get out of there and find him, but he was certain that if he got up and left, it would be a mark against the Jedi and the Republic and likely seen as an unforgivable insult.
"He serves the Republic, as I do." Padmé said quietly but firmly, her mouth set in a thin line. "We allow omegas to contribute to society in any way they see fit." The ugly alpha looked unimpressed, but returned his attention to the King of Harrahn as he spoke of his desire to join the Republic.
On the Separatists side were all alpha's, and it set Anakin's teeth on edge. Not a single one of them was of a different race. They were all human, and all alpha.
"You said the Chancellor sent you?" Anakin whispered to Padmé. She nodded. "Did he tell you if he had requested the Jedi to go as well?" Another nod.
"He mentioned requesting Obi-Wan to attend. He will be displeased when he hears how he is being treated." She leaned close and whispered in his ear, not wishing to be heard by the odious alpha next to Anakin. The Chancellor knew Obi-Wan was an omega. Did he have any clue that this place, this planet was backward and biased? He hoped not, because if he had any clue as to what he was sending Obi-Wan into, Anakin would never speak to him again.
Anakin stewed silently as the Separatists spoke of the "corruption and tyranny" of the Republic and how they would sooner die than submit- or in reality send out waves of droids to slaughter civilians, Jedi, and human troops. Anakin barely held back a sneer of contempt. 'What lies.' Anakin mused. Their sheer audacity was impressive as much as it was insulting.
They were finally dismissed for the day and promised "a feast worthy of Kings" in a few hours time. A beautiful female beta appeared to show the representatives of the Republic to their quarters, but Anakin immediately protested.
"Where is Obi-Wan?" He demanded.
"The Omega from your party is being well taken care of-" She began. Before Anakin could say a word, Bail squeezed his shoulder and cleared his throat.
"We do not question that by any means. General Skywalker means no offense. He is simply concerned. They work together often." The beta looked confused for a moment, as if the idea of Obi-Wan doing anything other than keeping house and having pups was unbelievable.
"I just want to talk to him." Anakin blurted.
"I'm not certain that I can arrange that. I am only meant to show you to your rooms."
"With all due respect, Obi-Wan is unused to being around so many unsuppressed alpha's and we would like to take him back to our ship and allow him to return to Coruscant. Since he is not allowed to perform his function here, he has other duties he can attend at the Jedi temple, or more likely, with his battalion. You will speak to someone who can take us to him immediately." Plo said, forcing the issue. Anakin sagged in relief as she turned and hurried away.
The relief turned to horror as Obi-Wan's pain and fear cut through the bond. 'Anakin!' He heard and felt all the fear and need that went with it. Obi-Wan needed him. Anakin bolted and every alpha guard immediately ran after him.
The karking bastard had given him a heat inducer. He had assumed as much though he had hoped otherwise. He had never gone through a heat! He was utterly terrified. He was forty two years old for fuck's sake! There were all sorts of horrible symptoms he would be forced to endure.
"Why would you do this?!" Obi-Wan cried, incredulous. "Do you realize what you've done?!"
"I've counteracted those horrible suppressants and soon you're going to be begging for my knot." Prince Hadrian said with a smug grin. Obi-Wan jumped to his feet and ran to the edge of the balcony. He stuck a finger down his throat until he vomited into a flowering bush below. The prince laughed. "It's too late for that, beautiful! Although I'll have to take you on your knees now, I can't abide the smell of vomit." Obi-Wan sank to his knees, clutching his lower abdomen as a sudden cramp overwhelmed him with its intensity. It ripped through him almost as savagely as a blaster bolt. em'This is a nightmare!'/em He thought, cringing as the alpha drew closer. He didn't want the prince! He wanted- needed his alpha. Except he wasn't his, was he? It was getting harder to think. But he knew his alpha would protect him, and wouldn't let anyone touch him. He whimpered as the unfamiliar alpha drew closer.
"I don't want you!" He cried. "I want my alpha! I don't want you!"
"You're unmated. You cannot possibly resist me. You can't help but want me!" The alpha was angry and Obi-Wan curled up tight, covering his scent glands with his hands. "How can you reek of fear? You should be desperate for me!" He snarled, grabbing a fistful of Obi-Wan's hair.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan wailed aloud and through their bond. Anakin reacted instantly, furious and determined. He wasn't far. Obi-Wan curled up tighter, refusing to uncover his neck.
"How dare you reject me! I am a prince! You are beneath me! You should be begging for my knot!" He heard a loud bang and screams from the other omegas. He heard alphas shouting, smelled the stench of their fury and whined. His hair was released, and for that he was grateful. He was too hot and he hurt deep inside. His underwear was wet, he could feel slick leaking out of himself. He wanted Anakin. He needed him.
And suddenly he was there, pressed against Obi-Wan, shielding him from the other alpha's, keeping them away. Obi-Wan sobbed in relief and clung to him, rubbing his face against Anakin's back.
"You drugged him!" Anakin roared. "You gave him heat inducers!"
"That is a violation of Galactic Republic Code § 112 - 'Protection of foreign officials, official guests, and intergalactically protected persons'!" He heard a familiar alpha yell. Was it Bail? He wasn't certain, all he cared about was holding onto his alpha, scenting him feverishly, smelling the alpha's familiar, much-loved scent that was growing stronger and more delicious by the minute. He was getting hard, Anakin fit perfectly between his legs. He groaned as pain ripped through him and wilted his erection. He squeezed Anakin hard as the cramps grew worse and worse until he let out another soft sob.
"He's in pain! I need to get him back to our ship!" Anakin snarled. Obi-Wan had been hard against him and suddenly the heady scent of his arousal was replaced by pain. To hear Obi-Wan crying from the cramps he was undoubtedly suffering was more than he could bear.
"This is unacceptable." Kit Fisto said, his eyes narrowed in anger. "Such an assault is a grievous offense."
"Indeed." Plo Koon said. "We will be taking him to our ship at once."
"How dare you! I am Prince Hadrian! My father will hear of this!" The sleemo that had drugged his master cried. Anakin wanted to tear his throat out with his teeth, but protecting his omega was more important. He snarled at the wretched prince and his guards and one of the Kings of Ashur whose appearance cleared all the omegas except Obi-Wan from the room.
"What is the meaning of this disturbance?" The King demanded. Anakin was having a hard time focusing. Obi-Wan smelled so amazing and his pain was driving Anakin mad with the need to take him to his room where he was safe and make a nest that Obi-Wan would be happy with. And then he was going to fuck him until his heat was over, and hopefully whenever they wanted after that. He had to get Obi-Wan out of there.
"The Prince has given The Jedi General Kenobi a heat inducer and violated our laws." Bail announced gravely. This King was aghast.
"You foolish boy!" He hissed, outraged.
"But Father!" The bastard prince cried.
"Do not dare attempt to justify your behavior! The Jedi may leave for their ship, all of you stand down immediately!" The guards filed out of the room and Anakin immediately turned to face Obi-Wan and helped him to his feet. "I do not know what I can possibly do to make amends." The King said gravely. Anakin didn't care to hear more as Obi-Wan's knees buckled and Anakin gripped him tight to keep him from falling. He urged Obi-Wan onto his back and carried him out, not stopping until he was outside and helping him into an air taxi.
Obi-Wan clung to him, shaking from the pain, whining softly. It was breaking Anakin's heart, and he held Obi-Wan tight as the scent of his tears hit Anakin's nose again.
"It will be alright, you'll see. Soon we'll be back in your room-"
"Your room!" Obi-Wan pleaded.
"Of course." Anakin agreed easily. "Anything you want."
He had to carry Obi-Wan again through the ship. His shoulder was damp with his master's tears. He would help him soon enough. Anakin could smell his slick, and it was mouth-watering. Obi-Wan smelled incredibly delicious and Anakin hurried to his room.
He set Obi-Wan on his bed as soon as he was able to pry his master off his back. Obi-Wan reached for him and Anakin grabbed his hands.
"Obi-Wan, is it okay if I help you, or do you want someone else?" He asked, though he was fairly sure the omega wanted him, considering Obi-Wan had wanted to go to Anakin's room instead of his own. But he had to be certain.
"Please, I want you! I know I shouldn't, but I need you so badly, please Anakin!" Anakin pulled him close and kissed him, and Obi-Wan whimpered and melted against him, his scent sweet with desire. Anakin yanked his collar down and licked his scent gland. Obi-Wan gasped and shuddered, whining as Anakin pulled away and hurriedly pulled Obi-Wan's boots off and yanked his pants and underwear off. The sweet smell of slick was even more heady and Anakin groaned, grabbing Obi-Wan's knees and pushing them apart.
"I need to taste you." Anakin gasped and dove forward, lapping at Obi-Wan's leaking hole as the omega moaned in ecstasy.
"Anakin please! I need more, please it hurts!" He sobbed. Anakin shuddered, ripping his clothes off, foreplay wasted on the desperate omega. "Please, please, please!" Obi-Wan begged. Anakin crawled on top of him and pulled him close, kissing him sweetly, pouring all his love into it as he pushed the tip of his cock into his master's warm, wet hole. Obi-Wan cried out, his head thrown back. "Fuck!" He gasped as Anakin's cock went deeper and his hole was stretched wide. "Oh, it feels so good! I didn't know!" Anakin slowly pulled out and snapped his hips hard. Obi-Wan gasped, his mouth and eyes wide. "More! Please, I need more!" He begged so sweetly, and pressed his lips to Anakin's, his tongue shyly brushed against Anakin's lips. Anakin licked into his mouth and pulled out all the way, plunging back in with another brutal snap of his hips. "Faster!" Obi-Wan demanded. Anakin pulled out again, and Obi-Wan sobbed.
"Get on your hands and knees. I'll fuck you right, sweetheart." Anakin purred. Obi-Wan was quick to obey and Anakin sank deep inside him and gripped his hips and set a furious pace that had Obi-Wan wailing and Anakin groaning helplessly. "You feel so fucking good!" Anakin panted as he slammed into Obi-Wan. "I've wanted you for so long. I've only wanted you. You feel so good on my cock, you smell so good. I love you so much!" Obi-Wan clenched down hard around Anakin's length and jerked his hips as his orgasm tore through him. His cries were beautiful as he came and Anakin pulled out and flipped him over, needing to see his face as he was knotted.
Obi-Wan was exquisitely beautiful as he gasped and the look on his face when Anakin penetrated him again and began to fuck him hard was something he would never forget.
"I love you, Anakin!" He gasped. "Always- oh kriff- always loved you. So good, Force, you feel so good!" Anakin was beyond speech as he pounded his beautiful omega's weeping hole, panting raggedly until his knot began to swell. He moaned as he shoved his knot inside Obi-Wan and the omega came again with a high pitched cry. Anakin's orgasm was the most intense of his life and he groaned as he filled his lovely omega with his come, marking him with his alphas scent deep inside where no one could dispute his claim. He pressed his lips to Obi-Wan's and preened when the omega moaned in pleasure.
"That was.. Amazing!" Anakin sighed, peppering Obi-Wan's face with kisses. "You've ruined me for anyone else."
"Good." Obi-Wan sighed. "I'm glad." Anakin chuckled, wrapping his arms tight around his omega.
"How are you feeling?" Anakin asked shortly after his knot had shrunk and he was able to pull out.
"Hot. Thirsty. Tired." Obi-Wan mumbled. Anakin clambered out of bed and opened his mini conservator and pulled out water and juice and some tiny cheese wheels and some jogan fruit. Obi-Wan drank the juice and devoured his cheese and fruit while Anakin drank water and nibbled some fruit and simply watched his beautiful omega. Obi-Wan finished eating and grimaced, his hand low on his abdomen. "I feel hollow. And too hot. I need you again, but I'm so tired." Anakin kissed him softly.
"I'll take care of you, master." Anakin said with a sweet smile.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Obi-Wan moaned as Anakin pounded into him, thrusting hard and fast. "I'm gonna come!"
"That's it sweetheart, come on my cock." Anakin growled. Obi-Wan wailed, his cock throbbing as his come dripped onto Anakin's bed. "Love you, kriff, love how well you take my cock you sweet thing."
Obi-Wan slept in Anakin's arms, his ear pressed to Anakin's heart. The day had been equally awful and incredible. He hated that Obi-Wan had suffered, but it had resulted in such ecstasy and his omega confessing his love. Anakin had half a mind to thank that pathetic prince… Right after he kicked him in the balls.
He pressed his lips to Obi-Wan's wild hair and marveled at his incredible fortune. He finally had what he'd coveted for years. He was so happy his eyes filled and overflowed with joyful tears. He wasn't sure how long an induced heat lasted, but he would gladly knot Obi-Wan again and again. He knew his desire for his master was insatiable and always would be. He just hoped Obi-Wan would allow Anakin to mate him and keep him forever. He wasn't so certain he could handle a casual relationship anymore.
He prayed that Obi-Wan would feel the same. They were meant to be together. Anakin was certain of it.