The moment Commander Grey was logged into the clone command private chat, Captain Rex instantly turned on him. “GREY! HOW!?” The frazzled looking captain shouted.
Jerking back in shock, Grey blinked at him as Styles looked up in surprise, raising his brow at the chat and Grey as he clearly heard Rex shouting. Hell, even Depa had opened her eyes from a meter away where she was meditating. “Reeex?” He stated warily.
The rest of the chat was silent too, Wolffe clearly rolling his eyes while Commander Cody was just watching them in bemusement.
“I have a new commander,” Rex wheezed, the entire chat blinking even more. “He’s thirteen. He’s a baby commander. You have a baby commander. How do you get them to wear armor!?” Rex looked like he was about to get on knees and beg, a slightly wild look in his eyes.
Grey was tempted to get the vod to a medic but considering troopers didn’t get therapy really, that wouldn’t really work out. “I, um… I don’t… he doesn’t really wear armor either?” Grey glanced back to see where Caleb and Stance were messing with each other, both equally as childish as the other.
“Not that we didn’t try.” Soot called out, snorting deeply, both clones trying not to flush at General Depa’s little snigger as she could clearly hear them and the chat.
Rex let out a loud wheeze and disappeared from the view, though they could still hear him making low noises and something about ‘but he’s a baby.’ and ‘he’s so small, wibblebibble’.
There was a loud snort. “Why don’t you just shove it on him and tell him to wear it?” Wolffe grumbled.
Rex popped into view, like a doll from a jackbox, his eyes wide as he was visibly shaking and Grey couldn’t help a pang of sympathy for the vod. Who knew damaged he was holding from loosing his former commander and being helpless in the situation. “I’m not shoving a blind child into armor!” He cried out, Cody spraying his screen with caff when he ended up choking on it.
The chat went silent, all of them listening to Rex rapid breathing and Cody cursing as he grabbed a rag from somewhere off-screen to wipe at the caff.
“Blind? Your new commander is blind?” Bly choked out, eyes wide as he suddenly popped into view, having been lurking simply and listening to the others talk.
Thorn was suddenly shoved out of the way, disappearing in a flash of white and red with a loud cry of shock as Fox took over on the Coruscant view as he levered a finger at the entire chat. “YOU! You got Kenobi! You better take care of him Rex!” Fox roared at him, looking incensed.
Apart from Rex, everyone else exchanged a wide eyed look.
So far, Fox had about as much interest in Jedi as a lark or that karking shabuir Tarkin. To see him up in arms about a baby commander…
Rex however didn’t care, only turned wide eyes on Fox. “Then how do I get him into armor!? I can get Jesse or Hardcase to make armor in his size but he has to wear it, do you know how difficult it is to get even adult Jedi to wear armor?” He hissed out, looking on the verge of ripping his short hair out.
Fox swore back at him before kicking Thorn when the man tried to enter the chat again. “You get it karking made and then you shanghai your damn General, that’s what you do, you sheb!” He snarled out, eyes narrowed at them all. “And I swear, if Obi-Wan comes back with even a hair out of place, I’m shoving all of the 501st I find in the brink!” He yelled before storming away.
Thorn came back into view, watching Fox leave only to wince when a door was slammed, turning to the chat. “Uh, so, I’m gonna have to log out and prevent Fox from murdering some of the shiny’s. See ya later!” He chirped out before yelling after their bastard of a vod, rushing after him.
Rex just had another little meltdown, whimpering loudly for everyone to hear on the chat.
“…Blind baby commander and Fox knowing them.” Wolffe scratched at his scalp. “Now I’ve heard everything.”
And as much as Grey loved his vode, even a bastard like Fox… yeah, he agreed with Wolffe. “I need a drink.” He muttered aside to a dazed Soot.
Stepping off the stairs and out of the theater, Yan glanced down to his right and let out a soft chuckle at the sight of his grandpadawan. “I would ask if you enjoyed it, but I think the answer is clear from the look on your face.” Yan stated fondly as Obi-Wan beamed up at him, practically skipping with his joy.
Yan’s statement made the boy flush a bit but did nothing to dampen his obvious joy. “I really enjoyed it master Yan! The theater was lovely and the music was just…” Obi-Wan fumbled for words, his green eyes wide and sparkling.
It was just adorable and Yan couldn’t resist reaching out to fluff the red spikes of the others hair, laughing quietly when the other squeaked in surprise. “Good, good, I’m glad you enjoyed it Obi-Wan, that was the intention after all.” And it would make it easier to invite Obi-Wan for other musicals.
The boy’s honest enjoyment of music was something the two of them could share and Yan was looking forward to more musicals and plays with his grandpadawan.
“You must be hungry.” He stated instead of voicing his future plans.
Opening his mouth, Obi-Wan clearly intended to answer only for his stomach to growl loudly, answering for him. The boy went bright red, eyes wide in surprise. “I, oops. I’m sorry master.” Obi-Wan squeaked out.
Laughing, Yan guided them out the doors with a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and out into the semi fresh and certainly cooler air than the inside. “Oh, its alright Obi-Wan, I’ve kept you occupied for hours now and you are a growing boy. I’m honestly shocked you haven’t complained,” He teased carefully, content to see the boy smiling shyly at him. “Why, Qui-Gon would complain if I let him go hungry even for an hour.” Yan patted the boy’s shoulder.
An exaggeration of course, Qui-Gon had eaten well and he could moan at time as a teenager but on missions he behaved himself and the boy always knew where to find foods.
Yan had never starved his padawan, he didn’t believe in food punishment, especially not for children due to how damaging it could be and had always had snacks that his padawan’s preferred in their quarters.
“Really?” Obi-Wan grinned up at him. “Master di-ouf!” Obi-Wan walked into a human wearing a fancy blue with silver stitching robe, the teen falling back and would have fallen on his ass if it wasn’t for Yan quickly grasping him and pulling him close.
The man turned quickly, allowing Yan to recognize him and the muun the man had been speaking with.
Newly elected Senator Palpatine and Hego Damask, one of the highest member of the Banking clan.
A faux look of surprise crossed the young senator’s face, his acting skills were good but Yan could spot that the senator was putting on an act. “Ah, apologies there my young friend. I seem to have blocked the path.” He stated, bowing slightly with a smile.
A deep unease was settling into Yan’s bones and he didn’t have for habit to ignore his instincts. The senator had placed himself on purpose, just for this incident to happen.
Pulling Obi-Wan more into him before the boy could answer, Yan put on his best smile, inclining his head. “No harm done. Me and my young friend however has been out far past his bedtime and I promised his guardian to get him home quickly once the show was over, I hope you understand our urgency.” He stated, pulling Obi-Wan with him quickly towards their waiting speeder.
It was rude, there was no question that their abrupt departure was rude, especially since they hadn’t introduced themselves or waited for the two to introduce them to the Jedi.
But every instinct he had told him to get Obi-Wan away from the two influential members of society and quickly.
“Grandmaster?” Obi-Wan whispered, looking up at him in obvious confusion and to Yan’s sorrow, also a tiny bit of fear.
Yan had scared him clearly, either by his manhandling or by his hurried actions.
Pushing the other into the speeder, Yan gave him as good a smile as he could. “Obi-Wan, promise me, if you ever see those two again, try not to speak with them.” He whispered quietly, closing the speeder door for the boy.
He felt Obi-Wan watch him as he moved around to the driver side and thankfully, the fear was gone and replaced by pure bewilderment. “Yes grandmaster… but… can I ask why?” Obi-Wan’s inquiry was full of curiosity.
Glancing back to the doors, Yan let out a breath between clenched teeth as he found the muun and human still watching them. “I can not prove it Obi-Wan… but they give me an uneasy feeling. I’ve learned to trust those. So please, promise me.” He stated seriously as he started up the speeder.
Large, doe like eyes widened before Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes grandmaster Yan, I promise.” He answered equally serious
Hopefully, that would be enough and Yan reached out to ruffle the others hair. “Now, lets get you feed.” He murmured fondly, feeling himself ease up ever so slightly at the promise and smile the teen gave him.
The sun was so warm and nice as it shone in through the large windows of Naboo’s palace, the queen having been generous enough to give the gathered Jedi council a nice room to hear the debrief of the mission.
Oh, did Obi-Wan say debrief?
He meant interrogation.
Or that’s what it felt like he was to be at least, standing in front of the council masters with Qui-Gon at one side and Anakin on the other, the boy holding onto his hand while pressing his head to Obi-Wan’s hip, smiling up at him.
For all the unnerving qualities Anakin had, he was still a child.
If Obi-Wan was honest, he would have preferred to speak to his master before he ended up in front of the council. But the medic had informed the council once Obi-Wan woke up and was safe enough to take off the supports.
And they had wanted an explanations for the obviously almost impossible things both Anakin and Obi-Wan had been doing.
The connection the two shared that had become obvious with Obi-Wan being able to conduct Anakin’s powers to save Qui-Gon.
The thought must have floated across the bond he could feel between himself and Anakin, because the boy let out a soft, inquiring noise. Raising his hand, Obi-Wan gently petted the blond fluff of Anakin’s newly washed hair, soothing the other half-breed before glancing nervously at the council.
Expectant eyes watched him in return, both from the council and from his master, though Qui-Gon was more filled with concern.
He had more than once asked Obi-Wan if he felt strong enough to be on his feet and had also suggested a hoverchair.
Obi-Wan had rejected the proposal, now that he was awake, he was soaking in the power everywhere and healing himself.
“An explanation you have for us, padawan Kenobi, hmm?” Yoda questioned, leaning forward in his hover platform while raising both brows and ears.
It was so odd to be faced to face with the council all in a line in front of him and not the circle.
Obi-Wan had to mentally shake that thought, it was clear that while he was recovering, his thoughts were still spiraling a bit.
He glanced at Anakin and then let out a deep sigh. “Please understand masters, I meant no harm by holding back information, however,” He got that out quickly, before any of the now stiff councilors could inject. “The Jedi believe in the Force, in the dark, the light and the balance. In our code and in justice and law.” Obi-Wan stated.
Anakin was holding onto him, a low thrum of power echoing from the boy and into Obi-Wan, encouraging his healing.
Master Windu raised a brow at the stewjoni native. “Yes, this much stands true.” He made a vague finger motion, a ‘continue’ move.
Pausing, gathering his words, feeling his master gentle support with a the man settling his hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, Obi-Wan let out a shaking breath. “Had I admitted what I knew, I would have been branded a heretic, even as a child and sent away from the Jedi order, the one home I knew. Or I would have been locked up to be studied under the guise of my Force visions becoming too much for me.” He continued.
Depa and Adi exchanged disconcerted expression and Plo tapped his long claws on the chair arm.
But none of them argued against the potential of such a thing.
It made Obi-Wan even more sure than ever that his decision had been right.
And it made him worry for the admittance he was about to commit to even more, despite the evidence of such what he and Anakin was.
Squaring himself, drawing comfort from Anakin being pressed to his hip and Qui-Gon’s supporting hand, Obi-Wan plongued in. “We, Anakin and I, are half-breeds. That is not to say we are not human,” He stated quietly, licking his chapped lips as the sun shone so warmly against his skin. “We are half Force gods, our parents were avatars of the Force in some manner and we are the product of their… unison with humans.”
His words rang into the silence of the room, Obi-Wan could hear birds crowing and chirping in the distance.
He could feel the disbelief and shock echoing in the room, he could feel Qui-Gon’s hand tightening on his shoulder before relaxing, the man gently thumbing his shoulder in comfort as Qui-Gon sent a mix of confusion yet acceptance his way and he could feel sweat roll down the back of his neck.
Glancing down, meeting Anakin’s blue eyes, Obi-Wan swallowed. “Though Anakin is… different to me. I don’t know why but he is… more and I don’t understand it. I am beholden to him.” He whispered.
There was a shift, the swish of cloth and Obi-Wan looked back up only to jerk a bit as he found Plo Koon right in front of him.
The kel dor lifted his hand, pausing as it hovered at Obi-Wan’s temple before raising his brows. “May I?” He stated quietly. “I need to gauge your… levels of awareness.” Plo explained when Obi-Wan blinked in confusion.
A grimace crossed Obi-Wan’s face before he could stop it.
This was the exact reason Obi-Wan had kept his secret for so long.
That the council would have to evaluate that he wasn’t insane or going off the deep end or becoming unhinged.
Still, with resignation singing in his veins, Obi-Wan nodded, giving Plo permission as he lowered his shields for the other to skim his mind, to assert his mental condition.
All the while, he tried ignored the quiet, frantic whispers behind the man of the rest of the council that would judge his future.
He was not be the first mer or omega to leave the clan and he would not be the last, many had left to find mates or territory before he had.
That was what he told himself at least, to comfort himself in the meager caves he found to rest during the night when the predators got more active, curled up under his weaved seaweed blanket with shells braided in as weights.
Obi-Wan however would be the first to leave because the alpha he had wanted chose someone else.
Not that many had realized it.
Satine’s sad eyes in his back was something Obi-Wan tried to forget as he had swam away from the place he had been born.
She had chosen someone else and Obi-Wan just couldn’t bare to stay and watch the alpha he love, that he had thought loved him in turn.
It was not like Satine had rejected him outright either, just…chosen someone else.
Someone that wasn’t Obi-Wan, someone else to carry her pups.
And Obi-Wan, unlike many of his fellow omegas, had not picked out a potential secondary mate.
His secondary mate had left when Obi-Wan was still a just a youth and too young to breed and take a mate after all, though Jango had been tentatively approving of him, being a teen himself.
And at the time, he had been willing to wait for Obi-Wan too, to the redhead’s fluttery delight.
He hadn’t stayed though, the older mer leaving with his father when Jaster and the chief, Adonai, father of Satine, got into heated debate about the future of their pod.
Jango had left and taken any other option with him at that point for Obi-Wan as beside Satine, Obi-Wan had felt nothing for any of the other alphas, regardless of how flashy a display they put on and flashed their bioluminescent at him.
And so Obi-Wan left, looking for… something.
Someone.
He just wanted someone to want him.
It was a sobering realization but not a shocking one. Obi-Wan’s own parents had not really wanted him and he had been communally raised, never learning which of the pod were his parents.
His coloring were distinct but whoever he took after, he could never tell.
He may be a throwback, his coloring red and his skin pale after all, perhaps he had taken after grandparents or even further back but no, there had been no redhead’s he had seen in the pod.
Nor anyone with a silver tail and purple bioluminescent.
He was different but he had been raised well, even if Bruck nipping at his fins and deriding him had been…painful.
And the scolding from the adults that didn’t listen when he told them he was taking care of his fins.
Now he had no one to scold him, because he had left and it was freeing as much as it was terrifying.
And so, with his bag of woven seaweed carrying all his worldly possessions, Obi-Wan swims the ocean, calling out occasionally for someone to answer him, singing into the void.
There are no answers except for the calls of whales sometimes.
Not that shocking, whales calls to each other just as mers do.
And so Obi-Wan continues swimming, calling out, hoping…
Well, he hopes.
He finds caves to sleep if possible and once a shipwreck where he searches through the human artifacts and finds surprisingly useful items.
He finds a bone comb that he takes for himself along with a soft bristle like item that feels nice to work not only on his beard but also over his tail, carefully brushing out loose scales.
Swimming into warmer waters is a novel experience Obi-Wan has to say as the warmer water wraps around him like a welcoming kelp blanket.
He knew of course that oceans could be different, some warm and some colder and as he calls out into the void of these warmer waters, he hears it.
An answering call, another voice in the distance that hears his pitch and he sings back hopefully, veering off from straight forward to turning left.
Because there’s another voice out there, another mer, their song deep and dark like an alpha and they’re calling back.
Opening his eyes slowly to darkness and the throbbing of his own head, Obi-Wan bit in the groan that wanted to escape him as he laid limply against the floor with his cheek resting on the blessedly cold floor compared to his burning cheek.
His mind dazedly tried to work around the pain echoing through his skull as he tried to remember what had happened prior to his current situation as he took in the fact that not only was his hands clearly chained to the wall, if long enough for him to lay on the floor, but his ankles also felt like they were wrapped and he had a collar around his neck.
A Force suppressant.
That sent a thread of dread through him even as he remained laying.
Faintly, the memory of splitting from Anakin played for his mind, Obi-Wan watching him and his former wife walk down the hall to the Naboo offices only for Obi-Wan to finally start walking again once his former padawan was out of view.
‘I had was making my way to the Alderaan offices… I was passing… the old neimodian offices?’ Obi-Wan swallowed thickly, his tongue feeling thick and practically swollen in his mouth. The sensation made him suspect that either he may have bitten his own tongue or he may also be drugged including to the way he was restrained, though he couldn’t be sure of that until he started to move.
And it might be time as Obi-Wan certainly needed to figure out where he was and how to escape.
‘Anakin and Cody must be going out of their minds, I have to have been gone for at least an hour by now…’ Obi-Wan mused, carefully lifting his cheek off the floor as he worriedly mused about his former padawan and his commander, gingerly shifting.
Squinting, he still couldn’t make anything out in the dark and instead opted for slowly getting his hands under him and pushing himself up on his knees, the rattling of the chains echoing faintly in the room.
It was not a pleasant sound and Obi-Wan had a chilling flashback to Rattatak and Ventress ‘benevolent’ treatment of him and Alpha-17.
Forcing himself to breath in through his mouth and out his nose, Obi-Wan simply settled on his heels while reaching up, carefully examining his tongue with his fingers.
Yup, as he suspected, he had bitten his tongue when he had been walloped over the head.
And he was rather sure he was hit over the head considering how his head was hurting along with his face.
He must have fallen straight onto it from whoever had come from behind.
Huffing faintly, Obi-Wan reached up to touch his neck, ignoring the noise of the chains as he did. It was a heavy collar as most Force suppressant were, a clunky thing and it felt disturbingly hot to touch, almost as if it was throbbing with the beat of his heart.
The next step was to carefully touch what he could reach of the floor, the chains and the wall he was against.
The room seemed to be large as he could not reach any other wall but the one he was against and all of it was cold and smooth stone like in nature.
Potentially marble or polished duracrete.
But that gave Obi-Wan nothing to go on in terms of where he was and all he could do was to settle his ass back on his heels with a deep sigh as he tried to meditate.
Tried and failed that was, the throbbing of his head along with the urge to cry disturbing his need.
What felt like hours passed, the sensation of his headache easing somewhat but not disappearing as Obi-Wan instead felt his throat turn dry from the lack of water but finally, finally something happened as a door opened several meters in front of Obi-Wan, the light blinding the redhead as he raised his hands to shield his eyes.
The chains rattled ominously as Obi-Wan squinted at the shadowed shape in the doorway of his cell made of duracrete, the room utterly bare except for Obi-Wan, the door and the chains.
And the all too familiar man standing in front of him as his eyes adjusted to the light to see, Obi-Wan’s still sensitive eyes widening in shock as the man meandered closer to the chained Jedi. “…Chancellor Palpatine?” Obi-Wan whispered in disbelief, his hands dropping to his lap he stared up at the man smiling mockingly back at him.
Shocked, Obi-Wan barely reacted at all as the man reached out, cupping Obi-Wan’s chin with his fingers to angle his face up up. “Of all the beings in the entire galaxy,” Palpatine purred mockingly, his thumb brushing lightly, almost tenderly over Obi-Wan’s bottom lip. “A star child was the last thing I expected to ever find.” He whispered avariciously.
“I don’t…Chancellor Palpatine, what is the meaning of this?” Obi-Wan finally snapped out, trying to jerk his chin out of the grasp only to wince as Palpatine dug his manicured nails into the beard and skin.
“Oh little Jedi, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” The chancellor leered and to Obi-Wan’s horror, Palpatine’s eyes flashed yellow in the dim light of the isolated cell as the full severity of the situation finally hit the Jedi.
For all that the troopers love their Jedi and their odd feline
behavior, there are times when they desperately wished they didn’t
have them.
Like
the time Depa Billaba had leapt across a battlefield, her long braids
flowing in the wind as she eagerly descended on a shiny spot on the
ground, reflected off the CIS weapons and it had taken the troopers
five hours to ensure every fucking clanker that saw it was dead
and couldn’t report on it.
Or the
time they had spent half a day looking for commander Tano, only to
find the young togruta curled up on top of a shuttle, sprawled out in
a warm sunny spot. None of them had thought to look up at that
time.
And
then there was the infamous Vos VS Fisto incident, two passive
aggressive Jedi, the last thing the troopers had ever expected
seeing, taking potshots at each other by slapping each other
every half hour to full hour and making sniping comments.
That
had been legendary and praise be whoever managed to get that on
camera for the vode to see, because that had been epic and made a lot
of young shiny’s less frightened of the Jedi and more affectionate
by them.
But
that still didn’t mean they couldn’t wish that they didn’t have
those traits now and again to avoid certain situation.
And in
this moment, Fives desperately wished that his Jedi did not have
feline attributes because Fives needed to use the fresher real badly
or at least the closest bush.
But he
was currently pinned down as he had not one but two Jedi
sleeping on him.
Commander
Tano was laying with her head on his thighs, her silka bead braid
rustling slightly against his plastoid armored thigh, her breaths
slow and even. And General Skywalker curled against his side with his
head on Fives shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest with an
occasional mutter escaping him now and again.
He had
been hella proud to begin with when Tano had come wandering, sleepy
and clearly about to enter one of those feline fits the Jedi had. She
had eyed him and the sun he had been sitting in tending to his gun
and then shrugged, coming to sit down and use his thigh as a pillow.
General
Skywalker had come plopping down beside Fives about five minutes
after the commander, grunting grumpily.
And
since then they had both been sleeping.
And
Fives wouldn’t normally mind, however… he had been here for
closing in on four hours!
Hevy
had been kind enough to both give him water and food, Fives free hand
being able to feed him or pet at the Jedi at times.
But
food and water meant that after four hours, he really needed to use
the loo.
But
the Jedi were sleeping on him.
It was
an unspoken rule, just like when animals fell asleep on you, you did
not wake or move the Jedi.
It
just wasn’t done, they were asleep on you, trusting you and you did not wake them damn it.
Not
that Echo was making this any easier on Fives honestly, as the other
could read him all to well and was standing there with a cup of caff,
slowly drinking, smiling at Fives before making a sssss noise with
his mouth.
“Oh
you bastard…” Fives hissed quietly, twitching a bit before taking
a deep breath when the General twitched and let out a soft mutter,
Senator Amidala’s name clear to them.
They
both ignored that in favor of staring at each other, Fives glaring
and Echo grinning broadly as he continued sipping at his caff.
“I
am going to slowly torture you, spoon your spine out with a rusty
spoon.” Fives threatened, keeping his voice low for the Jedi’s
sake.
If he
wasn’t going to wake them by moving, he wasn’t going to wake them
by shouting either.
Fives
was a good trooper, he cared for his Jedi and he cared for his vode
and therefore he was going to sit there and take it, even though he
was THIS close to actually pissing his own armor out.
‘Has
anyone else ever done that?’ Fives couldn’t help but contemplate
with horror, wondering if he was going to be the first trooper to go
down in history as peeing their own blacks and armor out.
Accident’s
could happen right before, during or even after battles of course,
even Captain Rex had admitted to that and there were incidents but no
one had wet themselves due to their General yet!
‘Fives,
the first trooper in history to go down as he wets himself with his
Jedi clinging to his sid-Oh Sithspit, they’re going to end up in
the puddle too!’ Fives realized with no small amount of horror,
staring straight forward.
With
that thought, the ARC trooper started praying.
How the kark he had managed to get Obi-Wan out of his nest, Vader had
no idea but he had, supporting the stumbling and whining omega
against his own body the entire way as he clung to Vader in turn.
Obi-Wan
was apparently even more nest bound than any other omega Vader had
ever been around. But that could logically be due to Obi-Wan’s
instincts, the omega being alone and in fear for himself on an
underdeveloped world with slavery going and a hutt overlord.
So he
got the why even as he struggled to get Obi-Wan out of the rough spun
tunic and leggings, cursing quietly when Obi-Wan’s leggings got
stuck partway down.
Nudity
wasn’t a rare thing among the Jedi order, so it wouldn’t be the
first time Vader had seen the other naked but to see him again now…
Vader
paused, staring, disconcerted at the sight of Obi-Wan’s ribs and
the hollow that was his stomach.
No
wonder Obi-Wan couldn’t carry a pup.
It
would be beyond dangerous with him this skinny, male omegas needed a
small amount of extra weight due to their bodies not having the same
fat deposits that females had, to be able to handle both the strain
of a pregnancy and for what came after.
And
then there were the new scars.
Vader
felt something, the echo of guilt, when he found red lashings curling
over Obi-Wan’s body, but he forced himself not to think about it as
Obi-Wan gave a whimper and shook like a leaf, looking like he was
about to flee back to his tiny nest.
“Shh,
no, its alright. We need to get you clean Obi-Wan.” Vader soothed,
trying not to feel pity with the pathetic sight.
But
for all that Vader had been… was angry, with the Jedi, he was also
and alpha and his hind mind was kicking in hard to see the shivering,
naked and starved omega in front of him, slick visibly shining
between his legs.
“A-Ani.”
The omega whined out, his voice miserable and pathetic as he stared
plaintively at the alpha, arms wrapped around himself as goosebumps
broke out on his skin.
Stiffening
in shock, Vader stared at the redhead. That was the first time
Obi-Wan had spoken his name since he arrived and it was…
‘No…
No Anakin Skywalker is dead. That name means nothing.’ He
sternly told himself even as he reached out to push Obi-Wan into the
shower first.
Luckily,
Obi-Wan went willingly, still watching Vader as the Sith undressed
himself and set his clothes aside, the Sith dallying a bit before
taking a deep breath and pressing himself into the small shower with
his former master.
He
couldn’t move without rubbing up against Obi-Wan and he had to
fight the natural reaction he had to being so close to Obi-Wan, the
alpha in his mind roaring at him even as he rumbled soothingly at the
other, turning the sonic shower on.
Obi-Wan
let out a little yelp, pushing into Vader’s body, whining loudly as
he hid his face in the blonds shoulder.
‘What
the!’ Vader flailed a bit in shock, his elbows knocking against the
wall of the tiny shower, staring at the side of Obi-Wan’s head
before breathing out in shock and freezing as he stared down
Obi-Wan’s back.
Along
the others back, a wide, still vividly pink on pale skin, slashing
scar stood out, raised and swollen but not infected.
And
for all that Vader would deny to the name Anakin Skywalker, he still
recognized that kind of scar.
A
whip.
Obi-Wan
had encountered a whip and that was recent.
Not
only that, like this, Vader could also see Obi-Wan’s bonding gland,
swollen as it was due to heat.
It was
scarred.
Hand
shaking, Vader raised his hand as if in a trance and touched it, a
half suppressed memory of Obi-Wan speaking about the Force healing
bonding glands and forced mating.
It had
been a half payed attention to lesson, one Obi-Wan had given up on
when it was clear Anakin wasn’t listening and instead had turned
into a ‘please Anakin, if you are forcibly bonded, come to me, I’ll help you.’ plea.
“Ani?”
A little whimper broke Vader from his thoughts, Obi-Wan shivering
against him as he looked up with wide eyes.
Forcing
a smile at him before reaching for the rough washcloth, Vader purred
at the other. “It’s alright, lets get you clean, alright?” He
murmured, his voice sounding hoarse as he went to work.
Squirming
at the touches, Obi-Wan seemed to know that something was up but got
distracted by the washcloth, whining a bit louder.
‘I
should have gotten Piett to bring a softer clothed thing… damn it.’
Vader forced his mind to focus on the situation.
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