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Rubbing his hand gently up and down Obi-Wan’s back as the man
slept, Rex smiled faintly to himself as the Jedi remained relaxed
beneath his hand with his head in the trooper’s lap. In the
kitchen, Cody was quietly whipping up lunch for all three of them as
they allowed the redhead to nap.
To be honest Obi-Wan didn’t frankly need it but it warmed both
trooper’s heart to see him like this instead of flinching or pained
or…
Rex mind stuttered back to Zygerria, to finding Obi-Wan again as the
slavers were trying to save their own bacon and General Skywalker and
Plo were attacking with their men.
()()()
Skidding around the corner, Rex brought up the curtain pole only to
drop it as he caught sight of the limping man further down the hall.
“General!” He ran for the man as Obi-Wan looked up at the
familiar voice.
Stars, Rex could feel himself pale as he took in the other mans
pallid, exposed skin along with the wet blood currently coating the
inside of his thighs that the outfit didn’t hide. “General…”
Rex got out, taking in the bruises and bites and cuts covering the
freckled frame and wishing he could take the curtain pole to bash in
the one who’d put his hands on Obi-Wan.
“Captain.” The Jedi forced a smile onto his face. “Just the man
I was hoping to see.” He laughed shakily.
Reaching out slowly, he rested his hand on Obi-Wan’s tense
shoulder. “General, your thighs…” He stilled on the words, not
sure how to.
Glancing down, Obi-Wan swallowed heavily and nodded. “Yes, it seems
our friends here hasn’t been all that kind to me… Rex I would
appreciate if we can spare a few moments to… clean me up?” He
requested.
Rex glanced about then nodded towards a half open room. “We can
find some water in there I would imagine.” He whispered shakily.
Dropping the pole and offering his arm to the Jedi for support, Rex
started an internal swearing campaign to keep calm.
Support before vengeance, because Obi-Wan needed him.
()()()
Shaking the image from his head, Rex rested his hand on the Jedi’s
head, feeling the soft strands poke through his fingers.
He’d never forget that though, ripping a piece of fabric from his
own clothes and wetting it with water from a jug, cleaning Obi-Wan’s
pale thighs for blood and something pink that he never wanted to
think too hard on.
The way Obi-Wan’s hands had clenched onto his shoulders as he
cleaned him with care, the swollen state of the wrists, the tiny
trembles going through his frame.
He took a deep breath as Obi-Wan shifted, the Jedi more then likely
reacting to Rex negative emotions.
“Vod?” He looked up at the voice, smiling meekly at Cody’s
questioning eyes.
“Flashback. Kadavo.” Rex explained quietly back only to receive
empathetic eyes in return and a slow nod.
“Bic Kelir cuyir alright kar’taylir darasuum.” The commander
murmured.
‘It will be alright eventually yes… and once the Chancellor is
disposed for what he did to Obi-Wan, we can continue working on his
recovery.’ Rex went back to the gentle stroking of hair as Cody
continued cooking.
Rex and Cody would do anything in their powers to help Obi-Wan
recover, as his friends or his lovers, they’d be happy with either
as long as it kept them in the Jedi’s life.
Rubbing his hand gently up and down Obi-Wan’s back as the man
slept, Rex smiled faintly to himself as the Jedi remained relaxed
beneath his hand with his head in the trooper’s lap. In the
kitchen, Cody was quietly whipping up lunch for all three of them as
they allowed the redhead to nap.
To be honest Obi-Wan didn’t frankly need it but it warmed both
trooper’s heart to see him like this instead of flinching or pained
or…
Rex mind stuttered back to Zygerria, to finding Obi-Wan again as the
slavers were trying to save their own bacon and General Skywalker and
Plo were attacking with their men.
()()()
Skidding around the corner, Rex brought up the curtain pole only to
drop it as he caught sight of the limping man further down the hall.
“General!” He ran for the man as Obi-Wan looked up at the
familiar voice.
Stars, Rex could feel himself pale as he took in the other mans
pallid, exposed skin along with the wet blood currently coating the
inside of his thighs that the outfit didn’t hide. “General…”
Rex got out, taking in the bruises and bites and cuts covering the
freckled frame and wishing he could take the curtain pole to bash in
the one who’d put his hands on Obi-Wan.
“Captain.” The Jedi forced a smile onto his face. “Just the man
I was hoping to see.” He laughed shakily.
Reaching out slowly, he rested his hand on Obi-Wan’s tense
shoulder. “General, your thighs…” He stilled on the words, not
sure how to.
Glancing down, Obi-Wan swallowed heavily and nodded. “Yes, it seems
our friends here hasn’t been all that kind to me… Rex I would
appreciate if we can spare a few moments to… clean me up?” He
requested.
Rex glanced about then nodded towards a half open room. “We can
find some water in there I would imagine.” He whispered shakily.
Dropping the pole and offering his arm to the Jedi for support, Rex
started an internal swearing campaign to keep calm.
Support before vengeance, because Obi-Wan needed him.
()()()
Shaking the image from his head, Rex rested his hand on the Jedi’s
head, feeling the soft strands poke through his fingers.
He’d never forget that though, ripping a piece of fabric from his
own clothes and wetting it with water from a jug, cleaning Obi-Wan’s
pale thighs for blood and something pink that he never wanted to
think too hard on.
The way Obi-Wan’s hands had clenched onto his shoulders as he
cleaned him with care, the swollen state of the wrists, the tiny
trembles going through his frame.
He took a deep breath as Obi-Wan shifted, the Jedi more then likely
reacting to Rex negative emotions.
“Vod?” He looked up at the voice, smiling meekly at Cody’s
questioning eyes.
“Flashback. Kadavo.” Rex explained quietly back only to receive
empathetic eyes in return and a slow nod.
“Bic Kelir cuyir alright kar’taylir darasuum.” The commander
murmured.
‘It will be alright eventually yes… and once the Chancellor is
disposed for what he did to Obi-Wan, we can continue working on his
recovery.’ Rex went back to the gentle stroking of hair as Cody
continued cooking.
Rex and Cody would do anything in their powers to help Obi-Wan
recover, as his friends or his lovers, they’d be happy with either
as long as it kept them in the Jedi’s life.
Settling one leg over his knee, Obi-Wan raised a brow at the alpha
standing in front of him as he leaned back in his chair. “I’m
sorry Moff Tarkin, I must have misheard you. It sounded like you were
rejecting my proposal out of hand.” The omega’s eyes flickered
over the man and then settled back at his eyes, his own eyes faintly
narrowed.
The alpha put on one of those slithery smiles of him. “Not to
discount your experience of course your highness, but you are
currently in a very delica-”
Obi-Wan stood. “I will stop you right there.” He murmured, voice
like durasteel. “I must remind you that I am regent. I will be
regent until Leia Skywalker Amidala becomes fifteen regardless of her
presentation and in which such time I will still be co-regent and
adviser to such a time until she no longer needs me.” He moved down
the steps of the dais, away from the throne and his guards.
As he moved, his lightsaber made a notable clicking noise against the
decoration of his silver and black coat.
Behind him, still standing on either side of the throne, the clone
troopers shifted with their hands quite pointedly resting on their
blasters.
Tarkin took the warning for what it was and kept still as Obi-Wan
slowly circled him.
The omega’s eyes flickered around the room, dismissing Tarkin
without words. “You could of course challenge me, strong alpha as
you are.” He drawled. “But we both know that’s not going to
happen.” He stopped once he reached the front, staring coldly at
Tarkin.
“…As you say… your highness.” Tarkin murmured slowly.
Obi-Wan hummed then let a slow smirk cross his face. “I will of
course be alerting the Senate of your wishes of course… I am rather
sure the Hyrylan governmental system would be very interested in your
desires.” His eyes flashed and Tarkin jerked to a bit.
“I… see.” He bowed and then turned when dismissed, trying not
to look like he was running away with his tail between his legs.
Obi-Wan watched him go, waiting for the doors to close behind the
Moff and his entourage before sighing loudly. “Why am I dealing
with fools and cretins?” He questioned no one in particular, not
bothering to lower his voice.
He knew his voice would carry into the hall.
A flash of rage in the Force along with scattered amusement and
wicked delight followed, apparently Tarkin did not have full support
of from his followers.
Steps alerted him to one of his guards at least having moved and he
tilted his head to look behind him, smiling when Rex removed his
helmet.
“Unfortunate side effect of ruling love.” Rex smiled gently,
settling his helmet down on the table before opening his arms to him,
carefully cuddling Obi-Wan to his chest and using his head as a chin
rest. “But you do it marvelously, the Senate and the people love
you, you should hear the praises sung in your name.”
Obi-Wan only huffed a bit then sighed and let himself be settled by
the other man. “Rather live in a hut in a desert but I’m not
doing this for me.” He sighed before plucking at the others armor
and raising a brow at him.
Rex just shook his head, amused. “We got a long day, best keep in
armor for now.”
“Fine, fine. You and Cody are escorting me to the Senate hearing,
yes? There’s a few legislation’s to take care of.”
A second body joined them, Cody removing his helmet to smile down at
Obi-Wan. “Of course General. We’re always at your disposal.”
Obi-Wan smiled.
The day was darkened with the nights more terrifying, but he had
found a path and was putting up the lights for others to follow it.
The Jedi Order was dead for now… but Obi-Wan was still a Jedi, he’d
bring back the light if he had to do it alone.
And he had his coming mate and his friends to help him. No power in
the galaxy would stop him now.
Settling one leg over his knee, Obi-Wan raised a brow at the alpha
standing in front of him as he leaned back in his chair. “I’m
sorry Moff Tarkin, I must have misheard you. It sounded like you were
rejecting my proposal out of hand.” The omega’s eyes flickered
over the man and then settled back at his eyes, his own eyes faintly
narrowed.
The alpha put on one of those slithery smiles of him. “Not to
discount your experience of course your highness, but you are
currently in a very delica-”
Obi-Wan stood. “I will stop you right there.” He murmured, voice
like durasteel. “I must remind you that I am regent. I will be
regent until Leia Skywalker Amidala becomes fifteen regardless of her
presentation and in which such time I will still be co-regent and
adviser to such a time until she no longer needs me.” He moved down
the steps of the dais, away from the throne and his guards.
As he moved, his lightsaber made a notable clicking noise against the
decoration of his silver and black coat.
Behind him, still standing on either side of the throne, the clone
troopers shifted with their hands quite pointedly resting on their
blasters.
Tarkin took the warning for what it was and kept still as Obi-Wan
slowly circled him.
The omega’s eyes flickered around the room, dismissing Tarkin
without words. “You could of course challenge me, strong alpha as
you are.” He drawled. “But we both know that’s not going to
happen.” He stopped once he reached the front, staring coldly at
Tarkin.
“…As you say… your highness.” Tarkin murmured slowly.
Obi-Wan hummed then let a slow smirk cross his face. “I will of
course be alerting the Senate of your wishes of course… I am rather
sure the Hyrylan governmental system would be very interested in your
desires.” His eyes flashed and Tarkin jerked to a bit.
“I… see.” He bowed and then turned when dismissed, trying not
to look like he was running away with his tail between his legs.
Obi-Wan watched him go, waiting for the doors to close behind the
Moff and his entourage before sighing loudly. “Why am I dealing
with fools and cretins?” He questioned no one in particular, not
bothering to lower his voice.
He knew his voice would carry into the hall.
A flash of rage in the Force along with scattered amusement and
wicked delight followed, apparently Tarkin did not have full support
of from his followers.
Steps alerted him to one of his guards at least having moved and he
tilted his head to look behind him, smiling when Rex removed his
helmet.
“Unfortunate side effect of ruling love.” Rex smiled gently,
settling his helmet down on the table before opening his arms to him,
carefully cuddling Obi-Wan to his chest and using his head as a chin
rest. “But you do it marvelously, the Senate and the people love
you, you should hear the praises sung in your name.”
Obi-Wan only huffed a bit then sighed and let himself be settled by
the other man. “Rather live in a hut in a desert but I’m not
doing this for me.” He sighed before plucking at the others armor
and raising a brow at him.
Rex just shook his head, amused. “We got a long day, best keep in
armor for now.”
“Fine, fine. You and Cody are escorting me to the Senate hearing,
yes? There’s a few legislation’s to take care of.”
A second body joined them, Cody removing his helmet to smile down at
Obi-Wan. “Of course General. We’re always at your disposal.”
Obi-Wan smiled.
The day was darkened with the nights more terrifying, but he had
found a path and was putting up the lights for others to follow it.
The Jedi Order was dead for now… but Obi-Wan was still a Jedi, he’d
bring back the light if he had to do it alone.
And he had his coming mate and his friends to help him. No power in
the galaxy would stop him now.
The arm wrapped around his waist dragged him backwards and slammed
him into firm surface though not a wall as far as Obi-Wan could tell,
his mind spinning from the sudden attack on his own ship that he had
not expected.
Nor did he expect his arms to be pulled back and held tight by one
strong hand but then again he hadn’t expected either of the two men
to talk to him yet.
Anakin certainly wasn’t speaking to him yet nor was Ahsoka and it
was rightly what Obi-Wan deserved.
Sometimes duty did not resolve you of personal damage.
Strong arms held him tight as the light turned up bright and the Jedi
got his bearings as he looked around before firmly looking down at
his feet when he caught view of orange and white armor. ‘Cody…
and that means its… Rex holding me.’
It seemed that they were speaking to him.
There was a tap, the sound of a helmet being placed away and it was
so familiar Obi-Wan had to bite down on his bottom lip.
Two white boots came into view as Obi-Wan continued staring down and
his breath hitched quietly before clenching shut his eyes.
“…A month.” Cody murmured quietly in front of him. “For a
full month you let us believe you were dead.”
The arms around him tightened, pulling him him back against an
armorless body. “A month of wondering how to go on wards, a month
of grieving our hearts out. A full karking month Obi-Wan of missing
you.” Rex added.
Warm hands cupped his face, thumbs stroking his bare face slowly as a
nose gently rubbed into his ear.
He felt Rex shift until he could press his nose to the pulse point of
his neck, the trooper taking in… taking in the fact that his heart
beat? His scent?
Obi-Wan wasn’t sure.
And then he became aware of Cody, gently brushing his lips over
Obi-Wan’s, the barest of pressures as something moistened his
cheeks. It made Obi-Wan open his eyes to meet the commander’s teary
eyes.
“Don’t ever do that again.” The man whispered shakily. “We’ll
forgive you this time but we won’t forget cyare. This can’t
happen again Obi-Wan because if it does…”
Rex picked up when Cody trailed off. “If it does, it will break
us.” He murmured before turning Obi-Wan around and brushing his
lips as lightly over the Jedi’s lips as Cody had before him.
Hands free, Obi-Wan reached up and wrapped his arms tight around Rex,
dragging the blond into him as tightly as he could while burying his
face in the others shoulder. “I’m sorry! I am sorry!” He cried
out against the blacks.
Cody, now sans armor, wrapped himself around the redhead from behind
too, tucking his arms around the others waist with his hands on the
others stomach as Rex held around Obi-Wan’s lower back with his
hands resting on the small of the others back.
Things weren’t okay, Obi-Wan may have done his duties but had done
something terrible and he was paying the price for it, would pay the
price for this deception for years.
But he was still alive and held tightly in Rex and Cody’s arms.
For today it would be enough for the two troopers.
The arm wrapped around his waist dragged him backwards and slammed
him into firm surface though not a wall as far as Obi-Wan could tell,
his mind spinning from the sudden attack on his own ship that he had
not expected.
Nor did he expect his arms to be pulled back and held tight by one
strong hand but then again he hadn’t expected either of the two men
to talk to him yet.
Anakin certainly wasn’t speaking to him yet nor was Ahsoka and it
was rightly what Obi-Wan deserved.
Sometimes duty did not resolve you of personal damage.
Strong arms held him tight as the light turned up bright and the Jedi
got his bearings as he looked around before firmly looking down at
his feet when he caught view of orange and white armor. ‘Cody…
and that means its… Rex holding me.’
It seemed that they were speaking to him.
There was a tap, the sound of a helmet being placed away and it was
so familiar Obi-Wan had to bite down on his bottom lip.
Two white boots came into view as Obi-Wan continued staring down and
his breath hitched quietly before clenching shut his eyes.
“…A month.” Cody murmured quietly in front of him. “For a
full month you let us believe you were dead.”
The arms around him tightened, pulling him him back against an
armorless body. “A month of wondering how to go on wards, a month
of grieving our hearts out. A full karking month Obi-Wan of missing
you.” Rex added.
Warm hands cupped his face, thumbs stroking his bare face slowly as a
nose gently rubbed into his ear.
He felt Rex shift until he could press his nose to the pulse point of
his neck, the trooper taking in… taking in the fact that his heart
beat? His scent?
Obi-Wan wasn’t sure.
And then he became aware of Cody, gently brushing his lips over
Obi-Wan’s, the barest of pressures as something moistened his
cheeks. It made Obi-Wan open his eyes to meet the commander’s teary
eyes.
“Don’t ever do that again.” The man whispered shakily. “We’ll
forgive you this time but we won’t forget cyare. This can’t
happen again Obi-Wan because if it does…”
Rex picked up when Cody trailed off. “If it does, it will break
us.” He murmured before turning Obi-Wan around and brushing his
lips as lightly over the Jedi’s lips as Cody had before him.
Hands free, Obi-Wan reached up and wrapped his arms tight around Rex,
dragging the blond into him as tightly as he could while burying his
face in the others shoulder. “I’m sorry! I am sorry!” He cried
out against the blacks.
Cody, now sans armor, wrapped himself around the redhead from behind
too, tucking his arms around the others waist with his hands on the
others stomach as Rex held around Obi-Wan’s lower back with his
hands resting on the small of the others back.
Things weren’t okay, Obi-Wan may have done his duties but had done
something terrible and he was paying the price for it, would pay the
price for this deception for years.
But he was still alive and held tightly in Rex and Cody’s arms.
For today it would be enough for the two troopers.
Little Rexobi doodle from @worldsonpaper ‘s fic “The best cure”
I recommend 1000% It’s so good and sweet I love it!! Also love that somebody is writing so many good things with this very rare ship
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