Somehow actually standing here under the light of the cool moons
above with sand blowing around him, feeling Obi-Wan’s signature
felt surreal to Vader as he stood outside of the hut at the edge of
the Jundland wastes, standing on Tatooine’s cursed sand once more,
a place he had sworn to never return to unless he had any other
choice.

He
might have been forced to return during the clone wars during the
debacle with Jabba’s sprog but this was different.

Because
he had finally found his old master, finally found Obi-Wan’s
hiding place and it was here.

‘Guess
he really did know me well enough to know where to hide, I would
never have found him if it wasn’t for him contacting Organa.’
Vader couldn’t help but bitterly think before he made his way to
the door and forced it open with a wave of the Force, frowning
slightly at the heavy locks and barricading he could hear clicking.

It was
unusual, Obi-Wan didn’t lock down himself like this, not even in
the worst of the war unless he was guarding someone, like the time
Vader hit his head an- ‘No, those memories were Skywalker’s. Not
mine.’ Vader shook his head sternly, gritting his teeth a bit as
the scars from the Emperors last ‘lesson’ itched.

Though,
thinking about it, considering the jawas would take anything not
nailed down or too heavy to carry, maybe locking it that heavy was
warranted if Obi-Wan had issues with those karking tuskens or jawas.

Maybe
he had finally gotten a sense of self preservation going?

Any
pangs of worry that shot through Vader at the thought of tuskens near
his old master was swiftly stifled as Vader finally got the door
open, air whooshing out to meet him as he stepped through and closed
the door behind him, his had falling to his saber as he looked about
the dark room, taking in the small living quarters where living room
and kitchen were all mixed into one.

Just
as all small moisture farms really.

There
was most likely a fresher and bedroom beyond this and if Vader
remembered right, a cellar to keep food items and water.

‘At
least if Kenobi’s smart there would be one.’ Vader turned on the
heat ray of his helmet finding Obi-Wan’s signature, laying prone on
what was most likely his pallet.

Confusion
itched Vader’s spine.

The
Force should have alerted the Jedi, it should have had him on his
feet and ready to fight but from what Vader could see through the
heat scan, Obi-Wan was curled on his sleeping pallet.

Moving
cautiously towards it with his right hand wrapped around his saber
hilt, Vader pushed the door open with his hand and stood in the
doorway, easily finding Obi-Wan with the heat vision and still the
Jedi did not move.

Cursing,
his heart pounding with worry he’d deny if asked about, Vader
removed his hand from his saber hilt and instead put them to his
helmet, pulling his helmet off.

And
promptly froze as unfiltered air was breathed in.

Because
that scent was unmistakable for all that Skywalker had spent a
lifetime thinking Obi-Wan was a Null

The
scent of an omega in the throes of heat, sweet but slightly tangy
with a suppressed edge of misery adding sourness.

Dropping
his helmet with a loud noise, Vader fumblingly reached out and found
the light switch, flooding the tiny, drab bedroom as Obi-Wan sat up
quickly from his makeshift nest of what little blankets the omega
had.

Sweaty
and flushed, Obi-Wan stared at him with wide eyes, shaking as his
scent turned even sourer while pulling the blanket around his
trembling form.

Vader
stared back blankly only to let out a low noise when a high pitched,
unhappy whine escaped the flushed redhead on the pallet.

Stumbling
forward, unsnapping the cape hanging to his shoulders, Vader let out
a deep, rumbling noise to try and sooth Obi-Wan. “Shh, no it’s
alright. It’s alright.” He mumbled out, several parts of his mind
screaming that it was not, parts of him demanding he killed
Kenobi now but the bigger part of him was the alpha hind mind
in this moment.

The
part of him that saw an omega in distress as Obi-Wan let out a
frightened noise and tried to press up against the wall his pallet
was stationed against.

“No,
no, no I’m not gonna hurt you. Not gonna hurt you Obi-Wan.” Vader
got out of his boots and his chest armor before crawling onto the
pallet, pausing right before touching the other.

Sourness
and fear rolled in Obi-Wan’s scent, in his Force aura and in his
eyes as he pressed against the wall, sweating and red faced as he
stared at Vader.

Swallowing
thickly, the scent demanding he seek out what was frightening the
omega, Vader held open his arms instead. “Promise, it alright. I’m
not gonna hurt you. Not gonna mate you. Just… come here?” He let
out a low pitched, soothing rumble.

The
dark demanded he’d snuff out the light, Darth Vader demanded he
kill the Jedi, his alpha mind demanded he’d mate the omega but
Anakin Skywalker demanded that he get Obi-Wan to calm down and relax
because stress wasn’t good for him and he was so frightened.

A
small, unsure hiccup escaped the man before he slowly, hesitantly
moved away from the wall, uncertainly letting Vader pull him into his
arms.

Cautiously
Vader drew the omega down with him, laying down first so Obi-Wan was
on top of him, the frightened and trembling Jedi slowly settling
before shuddering hard and pressing his face to Vader’s chest,
huffing in the alpha pheromones.

‘What
do you do with an omega you’re not going to mate with in heat?’
Vader blinked at the ceiling before reaching out with the Force and
turning the light off, recognizing that Obi-Wan’s heat was still
driving most of his instincts and there wasn’t going to be any
rational conversations yet.

Strangely
enough, for all he knew that Obi-Wan was desirable and for wanting to
have him before when they were both still Jedi, Vader felt no need
for it now.

All he
could feel was the overwhelming desire to make Obi-Wan calm down, to
get Obi-Wan to relax and let himself be cared for.

Pulling
the blankets up around them and summoning his cape to add to the
pitiful hoard, trying to build up Obi-Wan’s meager nest with the
few supplies he had, Vader decided that whatever was going on with
himself in that moment, it was a subject for the morning or whenever
Obi-Wan was fully able to think and talk.

‘But
let’s get this away from him…’ Vader removed his saber, sending
it across the room and into his own helmet.

Just
in case.