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So I’ve been thinking a lot about that fic you started where Obi has formed some sort of bond with Rex and Rex may have to join the 212th. Can we please get more of that one? Just what sort of bond is it? Does Rex feel the bond on his end despite not being a Force user?

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Its
clear that whatever Skywalker is feeling at this moment, he is only
reluctantly leaving Obi-Wan and Rex alone, the desire for answers
obvious on his face but soft, gently spoken words from the older Jedi
reassured the blond that he would get his answers.

Just
not right now.

Right
now, Obi-Wan and Rex had to speak.

Following
the other closely through
camp,
Rex gave Killer a small nod as he kept his hand on Obi-Wan’s
shoulder, feeling
every vod in sight distance take notice of them.

He
knew the rumor mill of the vode would travel hard and fast but
couldn’t find it in himself to care, couldn’t really bother to
find concern.

Not
when his entire body was demanding he wrap Obi-wan up in his arms,
not when his entire being was screaming that Obi-Wan needed to be
held.

Not
when his own soul was longing to hold him as much as his body was
telling him to do it.

Finally
they reached Obi-Wan’s tent, the Jedi stepping in and holding the
flaps open so the captain could step in first before following in
after and closing the canvas flaps tightly behind them while Rex
worked his chest plate and
arm armor off, setting it on the rickety table the General had for
his files.

He
took half notice of the bed that was so impeccably folded and tucked.

“Rex,
I’m really sorry about this, I never mea-” Obi-Wan murmured as
he turned around only to jump in surprise as he was pulled into a
tight hug, Rex letting out a deep, relieved breath as he finally held
the Jedi tightly to him.

In
his arms, Obi-Wan tensed
up, holding his breath before
he collapsed into the arms, pressing his forehead to the shoulder of
the other man, breathing in the military standard grade soap, the
cheap detergent the underblacks were being laundered with and the
musky scent of human sweat.

Pressing
his nose into the greasy red hair of the other man, Rex took a deep
breath and ran one hand up and down the others spine, his heart
slowly falling into sync with Obi-Wan’s beats as he held on as
tightly as humanly possible. “…Don’t care how it happened.
Don’t care that it’s in the middle of a war. Don’t even care
that you’re my superior and this is really against
the chain of command,” He whispered into the greasy hair, feeling
Obi-Wan tense in his arms. “Because you are mine,
this
bond wouldn’t have formed without me returning your feelings in
some way, as your own words implied back with the high generals.”
Rex pointed out, his lips curling in displeasure at a wave of self
disgust rising in Obi-Wan.

He
had paid attention while Obi-Wan had been talking about his last
bond, the Muellaka bond was as close to marriage without a ceremony
to his understanding and it was built on mutually
shared emotions.

On
love and care and tenderness.

Sliding
his hand up Obi-Wan’s back, stroking his neck and then cupping the
Jedi’s head, Rex gently tilted the other’s head back so he could
see Obi-Wan’s face, meeting those shamed green eyes square on. “I
love you, I have for weeks if not months.” He stated sternly,
gently shaking Obi-Wan’s head via the hold on his scalp.

“But…
I…” Obi-Wan opened and closed his eyes a few times before
swallowing sharply and pressing his forehead to Rex shoulder again, a
convoluted mess of emotions rising in him.

Rex
allowed him to hide though, he could understand more now than he did
before, how much of the Negotiator’s suave and confident appearance
was exactly that.

Appearance.

It
was an act.

Because
under all that, under General Kenobi, under Jedi master Obi-Wan
Kenobi… was simply Obi-Wan, uncertain, nervous, needy and
desperately in need of someone to hold him and
reassure him that things were going to be alright.

A
shuddering sigh escaped Rex as he just held Obi-Wan, let him shiver
against Rex warm body and seek comfort he normally shied away from
out of a desperate need to hold his act going.

Does Anakin think about Obi during his rut in worried alpha father? Is Qui-Gon extra protective because he doesn’t like knowing that Anakin is in rut in the same temple as his precious omega Padawan?

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Observing
his master with confusion, Obi-Wan pressed his fingers to his lips as
Qui-Gon, on his knees in front of their door continued pulling a thin
wire between the exit of their quarters to the hallway of the temple,
the old alpha pausing before shaking his head and pulling the wire
loose and then adjusting it a millimeter up, pulling it taunt and
then attaching it to the door frame again, making it into a trip
wire.

Finally
Qui-Gon sat back on his heels, nodding in satisfaction as he stared
down at the wire.

Which
was when Obi-Wan finally had enough and cleared his throat, Qui-Gon
letting out a loud yelp and turning around so fast he fell on his
arse instead, hands behind himself as he stared up. “Obi-Wan!
You’re awake already.” He rumbled out, blinking at him.

Quirking
his lips a bit, amused despite himself, Obi-Wan eyed the others sleep
wear with a robe over. “I woke up for some reason, you’re still
in your sleep wear too, so I don’t think you’ve been awake too
long either.” He pointed out, moving over and offering his hands to
his master.

Grunting,
the man accepted his padawan’s hands and groaned as he was pulled
up. “Damn my creaky knees,” He huffed, brushing off his robe
before pausing as he noticed Obi-Wan staring up at him expectantly.
“Ah… the wire, yes?” Qui-Gon cleared his throat, a slight flush
crawling up his neck.

Raising
his brow, Obi-Wan glanced towards the wire and then back up at his
master before narrowing his eyes faintly, Obi-Wan let out a
thoughtful hum. “This is because of Anakin, isn’t it?” He
finally questioned tartly.

Wincing,
clearly caught, Qui-Gon raised his hands defensively. “Look, this
is not about you really but ruts? Ruts can make the smartest of alpha’s
into idiots. If he comes here, I want a warning both for you and for
me.” He tried to derail Obi-Wan’s obvious and justified offense.

Narrowing
his eyes into thin slits, Obi-Wan pressed his lips into a taunt line.

Slowly
and carefully, Qui-Gon settled his hands on Obi-Wan’s shoulders.
“Look… honestly Obi-Wan, I know you can handle anything shoved
your way but… I’d like for both of us to have a warning if he
comes here. Because the last thing I want, so close after your last
one, is for him to trigger a sympathetic heat for you with his rut,”
He murmured quietly, thumbs slowly working in calming circles on
Obi-Wan’s shoulders. “I know how awful your heats are for you,
I’ve been there to care for you both during and after heats after
all, and a second one close to your first one could be outright
dangerous for you…” Qui-Gon explained gently, his worry oozing
through his words.

Lowering
his eyes down, Obi-Wan frown softened a bit before he let out a small
sigh, nodding as he understood his master’s worry. “Yeah,  I
don’t like it but I get it master. But you’re still making our
tea today.” He huffed quietly before leaning in and hugging Qui-Gon
briefly, snorting as he was pulled into a tighter hug by the older
man.

Qui-Gon
just gave a fond little chuckle in return, nosing into his hair
before he let go and moved to pull the curtains away from the windows
of their living quarters. “Indeed, but that means I get to choose
the kind of tea.” He shot back, snorting with amusement when
Obi-Wan just shrugged.

“I
like most of your teas and you choose caffeine rich ones for mornings
anyhow.” He hummed, padding to the kitchen to get a start on his
breakfast.

Still
chuckling quietly, Qui-Gon moved to put on the water boiler, clearly
relaxed now despite it all.

It gave Obi-Wan a chance
to think as his master focused on the tea.

He did actually understand
where his master was coming from when he explained himself and he could get behind Qui-Gon coming from a place of concern and care, not only over protectiveness.

Qui-Gon had after all been
there for his heats, sitting with him with an ice pack as the heat
almost fried Obi-Wan’s mind or dehydrated him to the point of
needing IV set up and he was right that a secondary heat on top of
the first one would prove to be dangerous for Obi-Wan.

If the heat and the rut
had lined up on top of each other, it wouldn’t be so bad but a
secondary one…

Obi-Wan paused, staring
down at the alderaanian porridge grains he had poured for himself
with his cheeks burning with color.

The idea of lining his
heat up with Anakin’s rut was… not an unpleasant one he would
admit.

‘He’d be a thoughtful
alpha, gentle.’ He mused to himself before moving to fetch milk,
ignoring Qui-Gon’s knowing gaze, raised eyebrow and amusement in
their bond as he allowed himself to explore the thought in the
privacy of his own mind.

“I bet that you could give the best hugs in this form.” Anakin stated with a slight smile. “Was that your attempt at a constrictor joke?” Naga Speed

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Stretching out his coils, Obi-Wan waited as Helix measured his entire
form, the medic letting out fascinated noises as the coils of muscle
and mass sometimes twitched or the scales glittered under the light.

Thankfully,
Cody had gone off to fetch his
tunics, a pair of spare
leggings, underwear, socks
and his slippers since he had
ripped his boots to shred.

Something
Obi-Wan mourned, those were good
boots, proper bantha hide, well oiled by him every month and
resistant to most environment… and they had been comfortable!

“I
bet that you could give the best hugs in this form.” Anakin
suddenly
stated with a slight smile.

Head
jerking up in surprise, Anakin blinked at the other man before
letting out a snort of amusement, his muscles rippling all the way to
the tip of his tail, much to Helix obvious amazement before he
adjusted the measurement tape. “Was
that your attempt at a constrictor joke?” Obi-Wan
stated curiously, amused despite himself.

Shrugging
slightly, leaning against the wall beside the door, Anakin grinned at
him. “Maybe? It did get you to smile.” He chuckled while crossing
his arms easily over his chest.

Snorting,
Obi-Wan had to consciously stop himself from flickering his tail,
relaxing when Helix finally pulled back with an impressed whistle.
“Damn sir, you’re really quite long. A full two and a half meter
from the start of your tail at the waist and to the tip of your
tail.” He stated with some amazement, moving to log it in with the
other information he had observed.

Obi-Wan’s
slitted pupils, his scale texture at peek health, the venom sacks in
his throat, his fangs, the speed at which venom pumped when Obi-Wan
bit down and so on and forth.

Obi-Wan
understood why but he was grateful this was the last examination, he
really wanted to shift because he was not comfortable in this form.

He
only shifted to it out of desperation, when survival was in question
and his hardier naga body was more useful than his human one.

Or
when he needed the superior strength and even the venom.

There
were a few out there that had encountered Obi-Wan’s fangs in a very
negative manner, not that they had seen him since he had always
ensured to come up behind them.

Glancing
up, Obi-Wan flushed a bit as he saw Anakin watching him curiously, in
particular his tail. “Do… you want to touch?” He offered
hesitantly.

The
only one who had ever actually touched them, that Obi-Wan had allowed
to touch and hadn’t been forced to let touch as he did with
healers, was Qui-Gon. His old master had been the only one to touch
them, gently petting Obi-Wan’s scales as he had Obi-Wan shift in
their quarters or out on missions, sitting together with the older
man gently petting or scratching the scales with his nails, getting
rid of those who had become loose.

Instantly,
Anakin perked up before hesitating. “A-Are you sure? I don’t want
to upset you.” Anakin questioned, approaching slowly.

“If
it upset me, I wouldn’t be offering,” Obi-Wan shrugged before
wincing as Anakin shot him a sharp, knowing look. “It doesn’t
upset me that it’s you.”
He amended, smiling a bit when Anakin relaxed and raising the lower
half of his tail to the other Jedi.

Slowly,
still eyeing Obi-Wan, Anakin slid his mech arm under the tail to
support it then slowly ran his fingertips along the scales on the
top, his blue eyes snapping to the scales the instant he touched with
his eyes widening in surprise and amazement. “It’s
warm!” He stated in surprise before looking up at Obi-Wan. “I
thought reptiles were cold blooded?” He questioned in obvious
surprise.

Snorting
a bit, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile fondly at his former
padawan.

Between
his obvious lack of fear and the thoughtful behavior in dealing with
Obi-Wan’s naga part.

“Well,
you see, naga’s are a bit different but honestly, all snakes scales
feel dry and warm, we’re still pumping blood through our bodies,
the cold blooded part is just a reference to creatures who control
their body heat by taking in from the environment around them.” He
explained, barely taking notice of Cody returning as Anakin continued
stroking and petting slowly as he listened to the explanation.

It was
strange.

He
suddenly felt more at peace in his skin, at least for the moment with
Anakin’s hands on his coils, exploring his scales and curious blue
eyes directed at him under
the harsh lights of the medbay lights, not a sign of disgust in those
familiar blue eyes.

Only
curiosity and familiar fondness.

So Daredevil Recklessness, I picture Obi getting challenged to pod race. (At least he’ll have something in common with Ani!) how many times does our adrenaline junkie participate in the sport before he gets caught?

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Squealing in shock as he was tackled to the thankfully dry if dirty ground, Obi-Wan flailed around under a large body before it was gone in seconds, but before he could flee, he was heaved up onto a shoulder while blinking as he shakily came to realize just who had one, tackled him and two, lifted him up on their shoulder.

“M-Master?” He got out, his harshly beating heart settling somewhat as he was being carried through the under slums of Coruscant, his braid swaying slightly and his hands gripping the back of the brown robe of the person holding him.

A very deep, displeased grunt echos and Obi-Wan feels it as much as he hears it from where he is suited on his master’s shoulder, blinking at the buildings and people they are passing and trying not to feel humiliated as they titter or snort when they see Qui-Gon carrying him like he’s a misbehaving child.

“If you were a misbehaving child,” Qui-Gon deep brogue is terse with displeasure and makes Obi-Wan tense up. “You would be under my arm, though you have gotten too big for that. Luckily for you, considering you are a misbehaving teen.” The older Jedi snapped.

Tightening his grip on the robe, Obi-Wan’s mind scrambled before he wilted slightly. He hadn’t expected to keep it from his master for long but he had hoped at least two more races. “I… um…”

“I am not going to even ask how you found out about the pod races in the lower levels,” Qui-Gon voice was bristling, swinging around a corner and Obi-Wan winced at the tone. This was not going to end well for him. “I’m not going to ask how many races you were involved in or how you got a pod even. But believe you me, there will be consequences padawan, for going to the lower levels without adult supervision, for not telling anyone you found the pod races and alerting authorities and there will be consequences for lying to me about where you were going.”

Oh yeah, his master is far from pleased with Obi-Wan.

If he thought the three week quarters grounding he got from the little stunt of climbing the tower was bad, it would be nothing against what would happen this time for sure.

Usually, Qui-Gon also spared him the embarrassment of having been caught doing things, giving him the scoldings in their quarters but this time Qui-Gon was not so merciful as he carried Obi-Wan the entire way from the lower levels of Coruscant, through transports and right into the entrance where all and sundry could see Obi-Wan.

And all the while he continued speaking in that deep, displeased tone, telling Obi-Wan exactly what he thought about his little stunt.

And Obi-Wan took it, not making a peep of defense for himself.

He knew he deserved it, he had known the moment he accepted the offer to do a pod race and not simply watch that Qui-Gon’s ‘wrath’ would be deep and his attitude disappointed with his padawan.

And so he allowed himself to be carried for everyone to see and hear as Qui-Gon quite viciously alerted him to just how many casualties pod racing had yearly, how many humans managed it, how many racers died during each race and so on, giving Obi-Wan the statistics.

Not that Obi-Wan was unaware but hearing the facts in his master deep voice with added graphic details like when Furella Dan lost his leg and a hand during one crash in a pod race and almost his life due to blood loss was different from quickly skimming a read on the net.

“You are grounded for an entire month Obi-Wan, no going out, no going to your friends, no lingering after classes,” Qui-Gon stated as they entered the elevator, several Jedi peering after them and Obi-Wan’s face colored sharply before eeping when he was turned to face the glass wall instead, Qui-Gon pushing the buttons for their level. “Just straight to our quarters unless I allow differently for sparring or salle work. You will also be helping Master Rovara in the gardens, hunting down the invasive slugs that appeared in the east water garden for as long as he needs it during that month.” Qui-Gon snapped.

Swallowing thickly, facing the glass wall of the elevator that gave a perfect view of the north garden, Obi-Wan slowly let go of Qui-Gon’s robe. “I… without the Force I would presume master?” He questioned meekly.

A large hand squeezed his left calf. “Quite, no Force use for it. I will explain to master Rovara the situation so he can expect you, if he comms you, you are allowed to be outside of our quarters without my say so but remember, if I catch you misbehaving, that punishment can and will be extended, do I make myself clear?” Qui-Gon murmured darkly.

“Yes master.” Obi-Wan resigned himself, sighing slightly before letting out a small noise when his calf was squeezed again.

‘Well, I knew there would be consequences… kark.’ Obi-Wan mutely surrendered himself to his master’s punishment as always when he was caught.

Kyber tears- I would imagine that when Obi and Ani use those crystals at the same time, they would be WAY stronger (almost like the crystals have a bond??) (Also, tell me more about this rough patch……)

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They
can’t spar against each other.

At
least not with their normal sabers because the moment they turned
their new sabers against each other, even on the sparring mat, they
had sung mournfully and so loudly that every Jedi in the salle had
reacted, some of the younger even dropping their sabers in obvious
surprise.

Not
that Anakin or Obi-Wan were any less surprised as they stared down at
their pink colored sabers with the kyber crystal mournfully calling
out to them until they powered down the sabers. Then they went back
to the pain filled joy of when Obi-Wan had cried them the first time,
the soft humming instead of the outright cry it had issued at being
turned on each other.

“So
that was a surprise.” Anakin finally noted as they sat on the
closest available bench after two good rounds of sparring, the two
having opted for sparring sabers that usually only Initiates had to
use.

Lowering
his bottle of water, Obi-Wan let out a considering noise
with his glowing freckles pulsing with light,
pulling his saber off his belt to eye the hilt that hid the kyber
crystal with
his free hand.
“It seems fighting against each other with these will be an
impossibility, they are sibling crystals, closer than the others.”
Obi-Wan puzzled a bit at that, no kyber he had ever cried had ever
reacted like this.

Then
again, no kyber crystal he had cried had ever been like this, with
emotions both bitter and sweet at the same time and so powerful they
rang out any time the kyber was exposed to people.

“I
imagine it has something to do with being cried at the same time with
intense emotions,” Obi-Wan frowned at his hilt before sighing and
shrugging at Anakin’s incredulous expression. “It’s my best
guess, even I do not know everything about star children, I’m the
only known existing one and there was no one to teach me, I had to
learn through trial and error with most of these things and the
functions of my own body.” He stated quietly as
he hooked his hilt back on his belt.

Frowning
faintly, Anakin nodded, reaching for a bottle of water himself that
he summoned, ignoring any disapproval sent his way at the frivolous
use Force. “Makes about as much sense as anything else would I
guess, with star children being resigned mostly to myths and
legends.” He
mused quietly before chugging several gulps of water, needing to
rehydrate.

He
had worked up quite the sweat sparring with Obi-Wan.

“…How
is Senator Amidala?” Obi-Wan questioned abruptly,
chuckling faintly in
amusement
as Anakin choked on his water in surprise, the
water going into the wrong pipe from the sounds of it.

Coughing
violently, Anakin slapped his chest with his mech hand, eyes tearing
up a bit from it before he managed to clear his throat out and
swallow thickly, glancing at the other Jedi.

Obi-Wan
just peered at him with a small, sad smile.

Shifting
uncomfortably, Anakin awkwardly rubbed at the back of his sweaty
neck, the
sounds of Jedi sparring around them filling the air for the moment as
Anakin thought over how to respond.

So
far, Obi-Wan had been gently hinting at things but Anakin didn’t
want to come out and outright say he had married the Senator.

But
honestly, was that marriage really valid?

Anakin
had done some checkups, the records of their marriage had never been
officially
logged, the only witnesses had been R2D2 and C3PO and the priest,
who Anakin had discovered died a few years ago.

Outside
of them, no one knew, it wasn’t in any records…

Awkwardly,
Anakin let out a deep sigh and let his arms drop to rest his elbows
on his knees, water bottle held between them. “I think… our…
acquaintance with each others has been irreversibly changed.” He
finally settled on, confirming some to someone who already suspected
something while not outright confessing as he found the best words.

Hey,
he had been the Negotiator’s
own padawan, he might be obtuse but some of Obi-Wan’s word smiting
had rubbed off on Anakin too.

Obi-Wan
let out a small hum of understanding before pressing their shoulders
together. “Do you think you’ll be able to return to what was?
That you and her will mend the fences?” He questioned gently,
unjudgmental.

Staring
down at the bottle held between his hands, Anakin slowly shook his
head.

No,
no, he did not think things could return to what he and Padme once
had, regardless how much he loved her still.

Saying
nothing, Obi-Wan just continued pressing against Anakin’s shoulder,
a silent but comfortable comfort of a friend.

Anakin
wanted nothing more than a bit of comfort in these trying times they
were going through and Obi-Wan was surprisingly good at being a
silent comfort, his breathing slow and steady with the soft glow of
his freckles filling Anakin with at least contentment if not
happiness.

So in worried alpha father, you mentioned the rumors about Qui-Gon protecting Obi’s “virtue.” Now I’m curious. Is Obi still a virgin? Does he have any experience at all? Have he and Anakin discussed this?

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He
had been intending to research, honestly!

Anakin
had come to the Archives as any sane and normal Jedi would do to do
some pre-mission research on the locals he was going to see, their
norms, laws and rules he might have to be conscious of and not insult
them.

Something
Anakin unfortunately did quite often, especially in his early year.

He
wasn’t the best
at cultures alright.

So
yes, he had come to the Archives in good faith for research.

And
then he had smelled Obi-Wan, his omega mate to be.

He
was four days from a rut to be and he could smell his omega mate and
his hind alpha brain kicked in and demanded he go find the omega.

It
was pure luck that the scent traced further into the Archives and
into areas most did not wander, it was pure luck that no one else was
around.

It
was pure luck that Obi-Wan was standing on his toes, stretching, his
cute arse sticking slightly out as Anakin’s eyes fell on his omega
to
be.

Moving
fast, Anakin slid up behind him, pressing his groin to the others
rear while pressing his mech hand to the Archive shelf while his
flesh hand wrapped around the other until the hand was resting on
Obi-Wan’s hip, wrapped around the omega to pull him slightly back.

Obi-Wan
outright squeaked
in surprise before relaxing, almost going lax as he huffed out a
small laugh. “Anakin.” He turned his head slightly to
be able to look at the other.

Humming
slightly, Anakin pressed his nose into Obi-Wan’s neck, nosing at
the bonding gland where the scent was thickets. “Obi-Wan.” Anakin
greeted quietly in return, his voice a deep rumble.

“What
in the world are you doing?” Obi-Wan questioned, chuckling faintly
even as he tilted his head to allow the nuzzle.

Outside
of heat, Obi-Wan’s gland wasn’t as sensitive but Anakin knew that
during heat it would swell and be hot.

Be
ready to be bitten.

He
had to resist the urge to bite now, knowing that Obi-Wan wasn’t
ready just yet. “Smelled you. Close to my own rut right now, was
going to do some research for a coming mission before I hid out in my
quarters.” Anakin noted quietly before grunting and lapping at the
gland.

It
tasted of sweetness and Anakin let out a soft whine at the taste.

It
was psychosomatic of course.

It
wasn’t sugary sweet, it was all pheromones and mental thoughts but
Anakin still enjoyed it.

And
Obi-Wan did too, shivering slightly in the hold. “Anakin.” He
murmured warningly.

Letting
out a sharp breath, Anakin eased his grip. “Right, know, I know.
Sorry.” He mumbled but didn’t fully let go and Obi-Wan didn’t
try to escape him either.

“I
don’t mind you holding me, but remember our conversation.”
Obi-Wan patted Anakin’s hand on his hip gently, leaning back into
him before pointing up at the holo book he had been trying to get.

Reaching
up and pulling the book down for the other, Anakin let out an understanding noise.

He
was Obi-Wan’s first properly interested alpha, Obi-Wan had only
ever gone on one date before and he had a fling of some sort with
Duchess Satine but she was a beta, pheromones didn’t feed into each
others as much when it came to betas and either alpha or omegas.

With
omega’s and alpha’s however, the pheromones and courting behavior
could become more intense and complicated, especially if they were
trying to take it slow and ruts and heats interfered.

Handing
the book to Obi-Wan, Anakin forced himself to step back, reluctantly
letting go of the redhead so Obi-Wan could turn around and face him.
“I shouldn’t trigger a sympathetic heat with my closeness. Kark
knows Qui-Gon won’t be impressed if I do.” He chuckled wryly.

Chuckling
with him, Obi-Wan nodded. “You’re still on thin ice, remember
that,” He teased lightly before softening, smiling as he stepped in
and stood on his toes, pressing a soft kiss to Anakin’s cheek. “But
thank you for the help and the cuddle Anakin.” He
hummed softly, quite obviously taking a large gulp of Anakin’s
scent and then he sashayed away, leaving the alpha steaming behind
him.

“Kaaark…”
Anakin grunted quietly, reminding himself that chasing after the
pretty omega was a bad idea and that Obi-Wan wasn’t really trying
to tease him on purpose.

…Maybe…
oh, who was he kidding, Obi-Wan was totally teasing him, knowing and
trusting Anakin to be able to handle it.

Flattering
but very frustrating as Anakin glanced down at the rather obvious
bulge, sighing heavily. “…Guess it’s a nice long wank under the
shower spray, huh?” He offered his interested loins dryly, snorting
when he heard a faint giggle, indicating that Obi-Wan had heard that
comment.

Does Obi work on developing his third eye/foresight in the snails are free? Is he able to improve his visions now that he knows the source of his abilities?

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Cracking
open an eye, Obi-Wan stared at the little slug making it’s way past
him, blinking slowly as his brain slowly came up from sleep.

He
was heavy, laying on his side in his warm and comfortable bed,
underneath the fluffy blanket and duvet he had gotten especially when
he discovered how comfortable duvets really were.

Or
that’s what he thought at least, it wasn’t uncommon for Obi-Wan
Kenobi to feel heavy when he woke from deep sleep that may be a bit
Force influenced but this time it was more than just the Force he
discovered when he tried to move only to stop and lift his head ever
so slightly to look down his side.

All
along his side, slugs were resting, some clearly sleeping, some just
snuggled up as they perked up and waved when they noticed Obi-Wan
looking and some just seemingly making their way of to elsewhere and
had only taken a rest on him.

Blinking
slowly, Obi-Wan stared at the slugs as his brain slowly woke up.

‘…I
have about forty slugs on me, why do I have forty slugs on me?’ He
narrowed his eyes sleepily before dropping his head back down,
feeling Pinky nuzzle him. “…Anakin?” He called out, yawning
even as he raised his hand to gently rub Pinky’s soft, rubbery
head.

There
was a pause, Obi-Wan wondering if his padawan was awake or if he was
reading their bond wrong before his door slid open, revealing said
padawan in
sleepwear in
the doorway with a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. “You
rang ma-holy shit!” Anakin stared at him, eyes wide as he blinked
in shock.

Yawning
again, Obi-Wan gestured floppily to the creatures resting on him.
“Help? I think they’re affecting me. I feel so heavy and tired.”
He yawned helplessly once more.

Putting
his bowl
on Obi-Wan’s dresser and the spoon in the bowl, Anakin came over
and eyed the slugs carefully before reaching down and giving a few of
them gentle pets. “So hey there, I’m gonna have to move you guys.
Obi-Wan needs to get up.” He chirped before gently starting to pick
the up.

Some
of them gave displeased little chirps but didn’t use their mucus to
stick to the Jedi, so they were leaving willingly as Anakin instead
settled them on the pillow.

Finally,
all but Pinky, were removed, settled on the pillow and Anakin grasped
his master’s hands and carefully pulled the other man up as Obi-Wan
let out a bone cracking yawn. “How do you feel master?” He
watched closely as the third eye opened and closed.

Rubbing
his face, Obi-Wan let out a small noise, indistinct noise deep in his
chest. “Tired but not as much as before you removed the slugs. Good
work on removing them.” Obi-Wan sent a small smile up at him.

Glancing
at the snuggling up critters, Anakin grinned wryly. “You can see
them then, normally people don’t react to the snails.”
He happily moved back to his bowl, picking it up as Obi-Wan shuffled
to his feet.

Ignoring
Anakin’s little grimace at his bare feet, Obi-Wan let out a small
hum as he followed after the slipper wearing padawan. “I’ve
been trying out this,” He gestured to the third eye in the middle
of his brows. “Testing it and trying to get it working without the
Force actively sending me visions. I think that my awareness of the
third eye and trying to train it is making it easier to see without
you filtering Force through me.” He smiled sleepily at the younger
man.

Settling
down at the kitchen table as Obi-Wan got to work on tea and some
toast for himself, Anakin let out a considering noise of
understanding, nodding slightly. “Makes about as much sense as
anything else of this stuff.” He noted before shoveling more of his
cereal into his mouth, staring at the window for a moment as the
large tail swept by their window.

Then
he took notice of Obi-Wan again, the redhead having frozen against
the counter with his eyes on the floor.

“…Master?”
He murmured quietly, frowning faintly.

“…Did
the large slugs tail just pass by our window or was it something else
that made that shadow?” Obi-Wan noted quietly.

“…Tail,
how does your head feel?” Anakin’s face fell when Obi-Wan
grimaced and rubbed his temple. “So let’s try avoiding looking at
the window then, huh.” He noted quietly.

Nodding,
Obi-Wan let out a sharp breath through his nose before quite
pointedly turning his back to their kitchen window, giving Anakin a
small smile. “Progress though, I can see the shadow.” He noted
cheerfully, his
face falling with Anakin as they bought considered the same thing.

What
good was seeing the big one if every time he did, a headache or
potentially worse was to follow.

Ok in feral child what’s going on now after Obiwan and Cody have shacked up? Like Cody getting a special ritual tattoo to be tracked and protected by Obiwan? Anakin and the lineage also gives Cody the shovel talk because they see all?

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To
be honest… Cody admits, if only to Rex, that he half expects
General Jinn or Commander Skywalker to come tearing through the Morti
the morning after he has bedded the General, Cody not having been shy
about leaving marks.

And
while the troopers don’t notice because Obi-Wan wears his full set
of clothes, Jinn and Skywalker gets to see what Cody sees.

Obi-Wan
in his leggings and undershirt, the hickeys and bites on his neck
obvious.

But
two days later, having been in both Sith’s company without Obi-Wan,
neither have done anything and Cody wants to ask why but at the same
time does not because he actually doesn’t want to experience this
‘shovel’ talk thing people talk about.

Finally
though, it seems Jinn has had enough on the third day of how tense
Cody is in their company as he sighs loudly and turns around from the
terminal, giving Cody a dull look. “Commander, we are not going to
eat
you, would you please calm down and stop feeling like a skittish
rabbit in the Force?” He drawled out, simply raising his brow when
Cody flustered.

Anakin
looks up from where he’s sitting on Rex lap, curiously perusing a
pad as he watches his grandmaster and the commander.

He’s
a very tactile young man and it’s not the first time he’s done
this with the Captain or any of his battalion actually, as long as
they’re accepting of it, Anakin Skywalker can and will
close in and sit on laps or lean over shoulders or outright lay out
over laps if possible.

Shifting
a bit on his feet, Cody opened his mouth then closed it, denials
would not help him.

He
had
been rather wary around the two men after all.

“You
have seen General Kenobi in his under tunic, right sir?” He finally
cautiously ventured.

That
had both of the man’s bushy brows raising, pure surprise flashing
over the craggy face before amusement flashed in amber eyes. “Is
that
what this is about? Where Obi-Wan finds his pleasures and desires?”
The man laughed, not mocking though, it was warm, amused and a bit
exasperated. “Commander Cody, I haven’t been able to stop Obi-Wan
from his desires since he was a preteen, so why would I care if you
are what he wants.” He grinned warmly, arms crossing loosely over
the barrel chest, expensive
fabric pulling taunt and shining a blood red under the command room
light.

“Even
if we were cautious,” Skywalker spoke up this time, leaning into
Rex chest like a big feline wanting pets. “It’s not like we can
issue any threats. Your his,
we can’t touch what’s his without him knowing and he won’t be
happy about that. He’s possessive over people.” The man informed
matter of fact.

Blinking
a bit, Cody looked between them uncertainly. “So neither of you
would give me a… shovel talk?” He ventured slowly, an
odd emotion in his chest that he thought might be overwhelming
relief.

Both
blinked at him before Anakin shook his head. “Why should we? If you
hurt Obi-Wan, he’d take his own revenge. And honestly, I don’t
see you as the kind of person that would hurt Obi-Wan on purpose.”
The blond honestly looked a bit confused, peering at Cody as if he
was the oddity.

Feeling
a bit overwhelmed with
more than just relie,
Cody just set his helmet on the table behind him and leaned back for
support, blinking a
bit stupidly at the two.

Snorting
faintly, the
noise amplified by the broken nose,
Qui-Gon
turned
back to his terminal, typing something in
as he
started to drawl. “We trust Obi-Wan too much to
do that, he has a good head and he wouldn’t be possessive over you
for no reason. Now, if you were a one night stand…
that would be different. Then you’d have to watch your back. But
you’re not. And Obi-Wan can decide for himself if he needs revenge
or to discipline you,” The man paused, staring at the screen before
looking over his shoulder at Cody. “That said, if you feel
uncomfortable with the current arrangement, you will have to tell
him. He doesn’t enjoy forcing himself on someone unwilling and
would take it badly to learn down the road that you did not want the
current engagement you now have.” With that Jinn was done, turning
properly back to the screen.

Rex
just shrugged, watching the two Sith bemusedly as Anakin returned to
his pad, the blond Sith no longer caring to for anything else while
rubbing his head to Rex shoulder until the man started petting his
blond curls.

Blinking,
Cody tried to absorb the information he was just given.

And
the implications.

Because
if the two Sith were right… that meant that Obi-Wan didn’t just
trust him in the professional context… but also the personal, the
softer parts of him.

And
that trust extended not only to Obi-Wan but to parts of his lineage.

He
might be watched, but neither Anakin or Qui-Gon would do anything
towards him and might actually listen to him more because of the
trust Obi-Wan had in him.

And
that… was an overwhelming realization, that he had the ear of some
of the most powerful people in the galaxy.

Going
from being nothing, just clones, just products
to… to this.

Cody
took a deep breath through his nose and then snapped to attention as
Obi-Wan entered the room, feeling those golden eyes on him.

He
could panic and think about this later.

Right
now he would be the commander Obi-Wan had come to know and trust.

Cody
could do that quite easily, after all, this was what he had been
breed to be.

Obex hurt and comfort?

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It
had been a tease, a gentle one.

But
oh, how bitterly didn’t Anakin regret making it now, four weeks
afterwards.

Just
seeing the way Obi-Wan had enjoyed speaking with Rex, the flush on
the tip of the others ears and the back of his neck, the smile on his
lips and he unconscious
way he seemed to always brush up against the Captain.

He
had just wanted to tease a bit!

He
had made a comparison about Duchess Satine and Captain Rex, both
blond and both mandorian.

Well,
mandorian blood at least when it came to Rex and he had some of the
mannerism of the mando’a Anakin had meet, the clones trying to make
their own cultures.

Obi-Wan
had given him a wide eyed, stricken look, just for a second and if
Anakin hadn’t been looking at him, he might not have caught the
seconds of mixed emotions in the others eyes and an apology had been
on the tip of his tongue before Obi-Wan had suddenly started to laugh
and wave him off.

Claiming
that Rex was just a very capable man that Obi-Wan enjoyed speaking
with.

His
tone had been… off, a bit high pitched.

And
yet, Anakin hadn’t gotten to speak with him because the subject in
question had just arrived with Ahsoka and Commander Cody.

And
then it had started, the hellish month of Obi-Wan avoiding Rex.

It
wasn’t apparent at
first but then it started to become more and more obvious, Obi-Wan
avoiding being too close to the man, avoiding sitting at the same
table as him in the mess, keeping all conversations professional and
seemingly even running away when the possibility that they might end
up close presented itself.

And
it was Anakin’s
fault.

For
pointing it out, for making Obi-Wan aware.

Satine
was all the way over on Mandalore,

Rex
was here, in close quarters and kind of impossible to really avoid.

And
yet Obi-Wan was managing it and by the frustrated and slightly hurt
look on Rex face at time, the Captain had noticed.

Fuck.

And
then they figured out
why
Obi-Wan had panicked and practically fled from Rex at every
opportunity.

Because
Rex had finally had enough had slammed his tray down on the table,
marching over to a visibly panicking Obi-Wan, who had tried to excuse
himself only for Anakin to be right behind him and cutting of the
escape.

And
that’s how it came out that not only was Obi-Wan not sleeping but
apparently he had a skin rash covering his back, pulsing and painful
that Rex could feel,
the captain grabbing the Jedi by the shoulders and guiding him first
to the medic as Obi-Wan stopped fleeing and stopped fighting.

Which
lead them to this moment.

“I
swear I didn’t mean for this to happen!” Obi-Wan looked on the
verge of an emotional breakdown, something Anakin had never seen and
didn’t think Obi-Wan could do as he stood in front of the council
holo, something desperate in his eyes. “I didn’t even notice the
beginning and only when Anakin made a comment did I no-”

“Blame
you we do not,” Yoda croaked, cutting into the words just as Anakin
started to feel a bit desperate himself. “Natural this is to you,
to Stewjoni natives, calm down you must Obi-Wan.” He finished, ears
twitching and pulling down, betraying his own calmness to the
situation.

Or
maybe his displeasure, Anakin could never tell.

Obi-Wan
swallowed heavily but fell silent.

“How
do you feel, Captain Rex?” Adi suddenly questioned, voice soft and
shifting the focus on the third occupant of the communication room.

Anakin
shot the captain a look, taking in how hard he was holding around his
helmet despite how calm his face was. “I feel the urge to move to
Obi-Wan’s side and help him calm down, his stress levels is way
above acceptable sirs.” He spoke steadily, Obi-Wan flinching as
Anakin shot him an incredous look.

“I’m
sorry,” Anakin cut in, raising his hands to pull everyone’s
attention to him. “But what in kark’s name is going on here?”
He looked about, lost and a bit angry if
he was honest.

“Told
him you have not?” Yoda peered sternly at Obi-Wan, the redhead
flinching once more.

Licking
his lips, Obi-Wan opened his mouth only to close it again, the
Negotiator clearly at loss for words before his shoulder slumped, the
man staring down at his feet. “It wasn’t important, with our
bond, Anakin didn’t have the need to know and I didn’t want to
worry him,” He finally whispered quietly. “This is my burden to
bear, not anyone else.” Obi-Wan finished, a bit firmer.

Frown
growing, Anakin stared at his former master before snapping his head
around to look at Master Windu when the man cleared his throat.
“Stewjon native’s have a peculiar defense mechanism with
all it’s ancient natives by blood being Force sensitive,”
He
explained in a lecturing voice, exchanging by looking between Rex and
Anakin, clearly explaining to both. Anakin stared at him, feeling a
shiver along his spine as Obi-Wan continued staring at his feet.
“They form bonds as easily as they breath, making ties to the
people around them, making them part of their ‘clans’ and
families as it makes it harder to harm someone you have a bond to.”
Mace murmured, sitting back as Anakin and Rex took in the information and the implication.

“Now
a days,” Obi-Wan whispered. “They’re more a menace than a boon,
we try to… not to create these bonds, but when emotions run deep
enough…” He fell mute.

Staring
at his former master, Anakin felt an odd sensation in his chest.
Obi-Wan had tried to flee when he realized his emotions were
deepening to prevent a bond already grown.

Too
little, too late and now Anakin’s captain was bonded to Anakin’s
former master. “…Does that mean you have bonds to others?” He
slowly asked.

Sighing
deeply, Obi-Wan nodded his head. “Most of the temple of varying
kinds and dept. I’ve managed to limit the ones to the 212th
but there are a few there too… most of them are unaware but there
is a reason why Cody can tell when I need tea. And the ones in the temple are easy to control and moderate, like our bond as my former padawan.” He whispered out,
his face the picture of shame, like a dog that had shit the carpets with an angry owner.

“Tell
us Obi-Wan, what kind of bond do you have to Captain Rex? Is it
necessary to transfer him to the 212th?”
Depa suddenly asked, Anakin jumping in surprise as Obi-Wan went
ramrod stiff, silence permeating the room.

“What?” Anakin blinked, confused.

Could you do some more Jedi are cats? I adore that story. Especially obi-wan’s playfulness. His playing with the bell and knowingly teasing Cody is great. Anything with obi would be great or maybe Palpatine. Thx

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The
General was a giant tease and if he didn’t stop soon, Cody was
going to tackle him.

Jingle.

The
soft chime echoed through the low chatter and noise of the bridge and
Cody’s left eye twitched under his helmet as he took a deep breath
and then continued giving orders to the two bastards in front of him.

Jinglejingle.

Waxer’s
knowing grin and Boil’s gleaming eyes told Cody everything he
needed to know and if they ended up on planet soon, those two were
getting latrine duty first!

Jinglejinglejingle.

The
soft chime was going to drive him insane.
Cody thought that being startled every time the Jedi skulked around
was bad but this was worse because it made him want to clip a leash
to that collar and pull and drag and make the bell jingle even
faster.

Kaaark,
how was he suppose to work like this when he was imagining bouncing
his own General on his cock to the tune of the bell on his collar!?

And
the damn bastard must knew it at, he had to, with the way was playing
lightly with the bell.

Fingers
gently wiggling it around, playing with the golden bell that could be
attached and detached with curious eyes flickering around the bridge
as if he had never been there when Kenobi damn well knew this bridge
as well as the back of his hands.

And
playing with the bell.

The
bell that kept catching Cody’s attention and made him imagine lewd
things even
as he dismissed Boil and Waxer, sending them of with their orders and
sliding in beside his General, giving him a glance as the man paused
playing with the bell long enough to give Cody a smile before going
back to looking at the viewscreen.

Which
just left more time for Cody to imagine things.

Extremely
lewd things honestly, obscene things he wasn’t sure Obi-Wan would
actually enjoy despite wearing that damnable collar he was using to
tease Cody.

Things
that involved that collar, that bell, leashes and ribbons and toys
Cody had only really seen on the holonet and not in person.

And
the use of tingling lube.

He’d
make Obi-Wan mewl, squeal and purr, of that he was sure and he was
going to bet that Obi-Wan would love
it.

Or
so he hoped.

To
be fair, it wasn’t the only thing he imagined with his General even
if those thoughts were very
prevalent as the jingle of the bell continued to chime through the
bridge as Obi-Wan played with it. Oh no, Cody imagined a lot more, he
wanted to make the other curl up against his chest and purr quietly
in comfort, rub his fingers through the others hair until those
impossible noises started to happen or have Obi-Wan snuggle up in bed
with him.

Hell,
he just wanted to hold the General’s hands some days.

He’d
catch himself wondering how it would feel.

Catch
himself looking at his own hand and just imagining the shape and size
of Obi-Wan’s in his.

Imagined
calling the other man kitten as a fond nickname and watching the
others ears burn a brilliant red as Obi-Wan tried to talk his way out
of it and then silently accept it.

But
yes, the obscene thoughts were at the current moment very loud and
very demanding because that bell that was suppose to bring him some
semblance of peace was doing anything but
at the current moment.

A
tiny
squeak interrupted Cody’s line of thoughts and
he jerked to a bit, turning his head quickly only for his eyes to
widen underneath his bucket as he saw how red the Jedi was turning
and how he was quickly dropping the bell.

And
avoiding Cody’s eyes.

Oh
no, oh kark, oh all flapping shabs!

Cody
had been broadcasting his thoughts!

Obi-Wan
had heard his rather lewd, obscene, porny
thoughts.

The
ball was now firmly in the Jedi’s court for all the teasing and
soft moments that had been happening.