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Summary:

Anakin knew, of course, that Obi-Wan went into heat, something which heretofore had nothing to do with Anakin. That every few months he disappeared for a few days, returning later as if nothing had happened with only slight shadows under his eyes to indicate what had transpired in the days he was absent.

It made sense that Obi-Wan would have sought the comfort of an alpha for some of these heats. Even if Anakin didn’t particularly like the idea. Ok, he hated it.

But, Anakin tamped down this swell of jealousy, carefully releasing the emotions into the force (Obi-Wan would be proud). Because as much as this new knowledge grated, it also opened Anakin’s eyes to new possibilities, if he played his cards right.

Or,

Obi-Wan agrees to let Anakin help him through his heat.

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For once, Anakin was grateful for Quinlan kriffing Vos. 

 

He was back at the temple for a stint between missions, and Anakin and Obi-Wan had run into him on their way out of the training salles. 

 

Anakin, still recovering from the experience of being pinned to the floor by a sweaty, red-faced Obi-Wan, had stood off to the side while they caught up, not paying much attention to what was said. 

 

After a few minutes they wrapped things up with a promise to get drinks on the lower-levels sometime later in the week, and Obi-Wan turned to continue down the path to their rooms. Anakin dutifully followed, so used to acting as Obi-Wan’s shadow after thirteen years that it wasn’t something he even considered consciously anymore.

 

 “Oh,” Vos called once they were a few paces away, Obi-Wan and Anakin turning back in tandem, “let me know about your next heat. I might still be around before my next mission.” 

 

Obi-Wan paused for a brief moment, his expression blank, before simply nodding at Quinlan and continuing down the hallway. Anakin had followed, this time walking abreast with Obi-Wan instead of a pace behind. 

 

Obi-Wan was staring ahead resolutely, not sparing even a look over at Anakin, as if he could forestall Anakin’s inevitable questioning through sheer will power. He couldn’t. 

 

“What was Vos talking about?” Anakin asked once they were out of the hallway and into the airlift that would take them to their rooms. “Oh, just updating me on some details of his recent mission. He should be back for a few weeks this time.” Obi-Wan replied in a casual feint. 

 

Anakin held back an eye roll. The only person he knew who was almost as stubborn as himself was Obi-Wan. Almost

 

But Anakin knew, and knew Obi-Wan knew very well, that Anakin could, and frequently did, force his way through Obi-Wan’s evasions. He had spent the better part of his life doing so. It was one of his most cherished skills. 

 

“No, I mean about your heat,” Anakin replied in a similarly casual tone. Obi-Wan sighed. 

 

“Quinlan occasionally helps me through my heats, when our schedules allow.” he supplied resignedly. 

 

“Oh.” Anakin replied. He had suspected as much at Vos’s comment, but he had needed Obi-Wan to say it. “Are you two…?” Anakin trailed off. 

 

“No, Anakin, Quinlan and I are friends. It doesn’t mean anything more.” Obi-Wan said in the same resigned tone. Anakin had a feeling he would rather be anywhere but having this conversation. 

 

“I see,” Anakin said, carefully maintaining his air of passivity as his mind barrelled through processing this information and its many ramifications. 

 

Anakin had felt an initial swell of hot, bitter jealousy. Obi-Wan was his omega. He had been Anakin’s since Anakin presented as an alpha at sixteen and spent his entire rut fucking desperately into a pillow from Obi-Wan’s bed, drinking in the sweet omega scent and covering it with his cum (Anakin had later secreted the pillow away, directly into the garbage chute, with only a modicum of shame. If Obi-Wan had ever noticed it missing, they had never talked about it). 

 

He had been Anakin’s even before then, when Anakin would cling to the safety of Obi-Wan after nightmares, burying his tear-stained face into the sweet calm of Obi-Wan’s neck, would follow Obi-Wan closely on missions to ensure, with all of his twelve-year-old confidence, that no harm befell his master. 

 

Whether Obi-Wan was aware of his status as Anakin’s omega was beside the point. He was his

 

Anakin knew, of course, that Obi-Wan went into heats, something which heretofore had nothing to do with Anakin. That every few months he disappeared for a few days, returning later as if nothing had happened with only slight shadows under his eyes to indicate what had transpired in the days he was absent. That sometimes, in the days before, Obi-Wan’s scent would turn just a shade sweeter and stronger in a way that made Anakin’s teeth ache.

 

 It made sense that Obi-Wan would have sought the comfort of an alpha for some of these heats. Even if Anakin didn’t particularly like the idea. Ok, he hated it. 

 

But, Anakin tamped down this swell of jealousy, carefully releasing the emotions into the force (Obi-Wan would be proud). Because as much as this new knowledge grated, it also opened Anakin’s eyes to new possibilities, if he played his cards right. 

 

Contrary to what many may believe, Anakin was capable of acting strategically instead of impulsively. He was a general, after all, and a successful one at that. Anakin considered carefully before speaking again. 

 

“But what about the code?” Anakin asked innocently, stopping to turn towards Obi-Wan. They had arrived at their rooms, and the door slid open as Obi-Wan finished entering the passcode. 

 

“Being intimate with another person is not against the code, Anakin.” Obi-Wan replied wearily, stepping into their quarters. 

 

“It’s not, uh, attachment?” Anakin continued, pressing the point. 

 

“No, Anakin,” Obi-Wan replied, becoming more visibly annoyed by the conversation. “Quinlan is an old friend, someone I trust. He simply helps me sometimes, it’s nothing more than that. It’s quite a common…arrangement among the jedi in fact.” 

 

“Really?” Anakin asked. He had Obi-Wan exactly where he wanted him. 

 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, openly exasperated, “it is very common for omega jedi to invite another jedi to accompany them during heats. It makes the experience less…uncomfortable and nobody bats an eye. It’s not a violation of the code, in fact it makes it easier for a jedi to do their duty without being distracted or unnecessarily worn out from a difficult heat.” Obi-Wan concluded with finality. 

 

“I see,” Anakin said again, as if conceding the point. Internally, he was flush with victory. 

 

Content that the conversation was over, Obi-Wan turned to walk towards the ‘fresher. Anakin only let him get a few paces when he landed his final blow. 

 

“Well, you know, we’re deployed together a lot. If you ever wanted me to help you out during a heat, I could do that.” Anakin said casually, as if the idea had just occurred to him. “Now that you mention it, it would make a lot of sense logistically…like you said.” Anakin drove home innocently.

 

Obi-Wan froze. After a moment of silence he slowly turned around to face Anakin. 

 

“I’m not sure that would be…appropriate.” Obi-Wan replied carefully. 

 

“Why not?” Anakin asked curiously, mildly, like he wasn’t desperately invested in the outcome of this conversation. Like a part of him inside wasn’t constantly straining towards Obi-Wan, yearning to wrap them together at their very cores. 

 

“You were my padawan,” Obi-Wan attempted, exactly the counter Anakin had expected. 

 

“I’ve been a knight for years now,” Anakin scoffed, “we’re equals.”

 

He watched Obi-Wan squirm, knowing he knew he was trapped. Anakin could practically see the wheels turning in Obi-Wan’s mind. 

 

For all he had just lectured Anakin on the reasonableness of his arrangement with Quinlan, he couldn’t exactly turn around and paint it as inappropriate now. Anakin would have laughed if he wasn’t so committed to his mission. 

 

And the thing was, Obi-Wan wouldn’t even need a reason to say no, really. It was up to Obi-Wan who he wanted to spend his heats with. Obi-Wan could refuse outright, say he wasn’t interested. But Anakin didn’t think he would, believed that Obi-Wan knew the conversation they were having was more complicated than that. 

 

They were Anakin and Obi-Wan; they fought together, they trusted each other on the battlefield, back to back. They sparred and trained and led their men together, taught Ahsoka together, had spent the last four years entwining their lives in new ways even after spending a decade as master and padawan. Anakin was Obi-Wan’s best friend. 

 

On what grounds could Obi-Wan object to trusting Anakin with this, too? When he had just impressed on Anakin how platonic it was, how devoid of deeper meaning with Quinlan? 

 

No, for Obi-Wan to refuse now would be to acknowledge he suspected the depth of Anakin’s feelings for him. Or, Anakin thought with a shudder of hope, Obi-Wan’s own attachment to him.

 

 

“You’re right,” Obi-Wan finally replied with the same feigned casualty they had carried through the conversation. “It’s kind of you to offer, I’ll - I’ll keep that in mind.” 

 

Anakin nodded. Best to leave his fragile victory undisturbed. 

 

With that, Obi-Wan had turned and walked to the fresher. 

 

Anakin had let the issue lie after that. It was out of his hands, for now. He let Obi-Wan alone and waited to see if an opportunity would present itself. 

 

It did. 





That was how Anakin found himself, a month later, in the outer rim mopping up the droid factory on Geonosis and preparing to spend Obi-Wan’s heat with him. 

 

Obi-Wan had approached him in the briefing room a few days prior, after Cody and the rest of the clones had filed out to begin carrying out orders. Obi-Wan was businesslike, still carrying the mantle of a high general as he addressed Anakin. 

 

“I should be,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat before continuing, “going into a heat in several days.”

 Bright joy bubbled up inside Anakin. “If you’re still amendable, I thought perhaps you could ah, spend it with me. It would likely reduce the time I’ll be out of commission for. But of course if you’ve changed your mind I can handle it on my own-” 

 

“I’ll do it.” Anakin interjected, not wanting Obi-Wan to continue down that line of thinking. “I can help.” 

 

Obi-Wan nodded. “Alright. I’ll inform Cody. You should do the same with Rex, so that arrangements can be made for your absence.” 

 

Anakin nodded. “Okay.” 

 

Obi-Wan nodded a final time and turned to leave, but paused halfway to the door with his back to Anakin. 

 

“Anakin, I-” he paused, “This is something that can be…sensitive. I hope you’ll take this seriously.” 

 

Anakin was too floored by Obi-Wan showing such uncharacteristic vulnerability to be insulted at the implication that he might not take this seriously. 

 

“I will,” Anakin hastened to assure him. “I am. You don’t have to worry, I’ll - I’ll take care of you.” The words felt heavy. He meant them. 

 

Obi-Wan didn’t turn. “Alright. Thank you, Anakin,” he said quietly and continued out of the briefing room. 

 

Anakin spent the next few days prepping as intensely, more intensely, as he had for any mission since his knighting. 

 

Anakin, who had never so much as read a mission briefing without threats and coercion from Obi-Wan, spent hours on the holonet pouring over information. All the while in the back of his mind was the image of Obi-Wan a few days from now, pliant and sweet beneath him and hungry for Anakin

 

He had never been with an omega in heat before. His experience was limited to his short-lived fling with Padme, a beta. Anakin had to do this right. He had to make this a good experience for Obi-Wan, show him he could be a good alpha. He wouldn’t be selfish. He wouldn’t be overbearing. He would be supportive, gentle, there to meet each and every one of Obi-Wan’s needs. He was more than ready to shoulder the burden of what he considered to be a sacred duty. This was Obi-Wan

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Finally, the day had arrived when Obi-Wan was supposed to start his heat

 

Obi-Wan would meet Anakin on the Resolute where they would spend his heat in Anakin’s quarters. The troops had been briefed on the plan. With both generals out of commission for a few days, Ahsoka and the 501st would stay and clean up the situation on Geonosis, while the 212th would join the Wolfpack and Plo Koon for an operation in the Mid-Rim, where Obi-Wan would re-join his troops afterwards.  

 

Anakin had thought of everything. His quarters were stocked with ration bars - in Obi-Wan’s favorite flavor, which Anakin knows, because he’s a good alpha - and Anakin had even cleaned up, tidying away the spare parts and half-built droids that usually littered his quarters. He was ready. 

 

It was just Anakin’s luck, then, that he had been called back down to the planet last minute to help clean up from an unexpected attack. They had just finished decimating a droid squadron and were loading the transport back up to the Resolute - an hour after he was supposed to meet Obi-Wan. 

 

Anakin’s comm went off and he grimaced when he saw Obi-Wan’s name. He answered. 

 

“Hi, Obi-Wan. Where are you?” Anakin asked, stalling for time. Obi-Wan had the call set to voice-only. “Where am I?” he asked, aghast. “I am in your quarters, where you are supposed to be. Where are you?” 

 

Anakin winced. He could hear Obi-Wan’s teeth clenching from here. “I know, I’m sorry. We got held up. But I’m on my way back now, I’ll be there in,” Anakin looked at Rex, who held up 3 fingers, “thirty minutes, forty tops.” Anakin said, he hoped assuringly. Obi-Wan sighed. 

 

Anakin’s stomach clenched. He finally had a chance and he was already disappointing Obi-Wan. He had to fix this.

 

 “But, I’ll stay on the line with you, how about that?” Anakin offered. “It will be just like I’m there, and then soon, I will be there,” he rambled. Obi-Wan sighed again. 

 

Undeterred, Anakin continued on. “How are you feeling?” 

 

“How am I feeling?” Obi-Wan asked, indignant. Was he just going to repeat everything Anakin said? “Well, at the moment, quite aggravated.” 

 

Anakin groaned. “I know, I’m sorry. There was a - it doesn’t matter. That’s not what I meant. I meant how are you feeling, you know, physically?” 

 

Another sigh. “I’m - I’m alright. It’s not so bad yet. Just - uncomfortable.” Obi-Wan admitted begrudgingly. 

 

Anakin thought back to what he had read. Early heat, Obi-Wan would be getting hot, uncomfortable, like he had said, early heat pains starting. He would be sensitive, his heat instincts starting to kick in. 

 

“What are you wearing?” Anakin asked. 

 

“What am I wearing?” Obi-Wan repeated. He really had to stop doing that. 

 

“Yes,” Anakin replied, “are you - are you still dressed?” A pause. “Yes…” Obi-Wan supplied warily. 

 

“You could take your clothes off, start to get comfortable,” Anakin offered nervously, his voice dipping lower. 

 

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan replied indignantly. 

 

“What!” Anakin said, “It’s just me, nobody can hear me,” Anakin adds. 

 

Rex shot Anakin an extremely unimpressed look. Anakin made an “it’s fine,” motion, but, sufficiently chastened, moved further back into the transport to a corner where he had actual privacy. 

 

“So, are you taking your clothes off?” Anakin asked into his comm. 

 

“This is humiliating,” Obi-Wan replied snappishly. 

 

This wasn’t going at all how Anakin wanted. He took a deep breath.

 

“Obi-Wan, I’m not trying to embarrass you. I just want you to be comfortable, to try and relax-” Anakin winced at himself. He didn’t think Obi-Wan would take kindly to being told to relax, even if it wasn’t what Anakin meant. Anakin barrelled on. 

 

“-I know you’re uncomfortable, I’m sorry I’m not there yet, I’ll be there soon and then I can take care of you.” Anakin said soothingly, pleadingly. 

 

Obi-Wan grumbled. “Fine,” he finally agreed. Anakin heard the comm being set down and then various shuffling noises. 

 

“Are you- ?” Anakin ventured after a few moments.

 

 “Yes,” Obi-Wan replied, somewhat less irritably but still annoyed. “I’m - I’m in my underwear,” he added, more quietly. 

 

“Good, good,” Anakin soothed. “Does that feel better?” 

 

“It does,” Obi-Wan admitted. “That’s good, I’m glad,” Anakin crooned. He racked his brains for where to take this next, what else might make Obi-Wan feel better until he arrived. 

 

“Do you want to start building a nest for us?” he offered, suppressing a shiver at his for us. “Some of my clothes are in there, you can use them if you want.”  

 

Most omegas liked to build nests in heat, to be surrounded by comforting smells and soft textures. Anakin didn’t know if Obi-Wan would, but it was worth a try.  

 

“Fine,” Obi-Wan replied, clearly not having forsaken his peevishness at Anakin quite yet. Anakin heard more shuffling around for the next few minutes - drawers being opened and Obi-Wan’s soft footsteps around his quarters. 

 

“Anakin?” he heard Obi-Wan ask softly after a few minutes. “Yes, I’m here, I’m still here,” he affirmed quickly. “Did you make a nest?” 

 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan replied, and Anakin heard more shuffling, closer to the comm’s microphone this time. “Are you laying in it?” Anakin asked. 

 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said again, finally sounding more relaxed. Anakin liked the idea of Obi-Wan, cozy and bare, snuggled up in Anakin’s bedding and clothes. 

 

“That’s good, that’s good baby, I’ll be there with you soon.” Anakin said before he could stop himself. Baby? Where had that come from? His alpha instincts must be kicking in, the knowledge that an omega, his omega, was nearby and in heat. Still, he flushed in embarrassment at the endearment. 

 

Luckily, Obi-Wan didn’t say anything, just hummed softly in reply. 

 

Anakin checked the time. They should be there in about fifteen minutes. Obi-Wan was probably feeling it more now, the true heat setting in. Anakin weighed his options briefly before making a decision. 

 

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said in a low voice into his comm, “....are you touching yourself?” 

 

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan squawked, his indignance returning, “Surely you’re not suggesting we…” 

 

“What!” Anakin replied, “Obi-Wan, we’re about to spend the next three days fucking. You’re feeling shy about a little comm sex?” 

 

Obi-Wan huffed. “I’ll be there soon, so soon, I promise,” Anakin continued, crooning. “I just want you to feel good in the meantime. It’s just you and me here.” 

 

It was only partially true; Anakin was pretty sure this comm channel was monitored. It was encrypted from outside interference but the GAR surely had access. But he doubted Obi-Wan was thinking about that now and the chances of anyone pulling this call were probably low. Hopefully. 

 

“Come on baby,” he urged again, “you’re probably hard right now, right?” 

 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan admitted quietly in reply. Anakin growled. “That’s good. I’ll take care of you soon. Will you touch yourself for me until I get there?” He continued sweetly. 

 

“Fine,” Obi-Wan’s voice came through, his breath hitching despite his attempts to cling to his waspish tone. Anakin heard soft muffled sounds on the other end of the line. 

 

“Tell me what you’re doing, baby,” Anakin encouraged softly. Obi-Wan hadn’t called him out on the endearment yet, so Anakin continued using it. 

 

“I’m - I’m stroking myself,” Obi-Wan said, followed by a soft moan. “Good, that’s good, baby,” Anakin replied, “how does it feel?” 

 

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched again. “It feels - good,” he said with a groan. 

 

Anakin was hard at this point too, his erection pressing uncomfortably in his trousers. He was glad he had moved to the empty end of the transport, nobody else deserved to hear Obi-Wan like this. To hear the soft sounds that were only for Anakin. His head spun. 

 

“Are you wet? Do you want to open yourself up for me?” He ventured. “That way when I get there I can just slide right into you -” Anakin continued. Obi-Wan moaned. 

 

Even just over the comm Anakin was lost in it - the heady feeling of giving Obi-Wan pleasure and anticipation for what was to come. 

 

“I-yes. Yes,” Obi-Wan acceded breathily, all prior protests forgotten in the wake of his pleasure. 

 

“Good,” Anakin praised, “tell me what you’re doing.” 

 

A strangled moan came through from the other end of the line. “I’m fingering myself,” Obi-Wan replied breathily, “I have - ah - two fingers inside.” 

 

Anakin’s head spun, picturing it. He would be there, soon, would see Obi-Wan in person writhing and wet and open. Anakin would be there to ease his pain, give him comfort, take care of him. 

 

“That’s so good, baby,” Anakin replied, his voice thick with want, “I bet you look so good, so beautiful for me. Are you on your knees?”

 

“Yes, I - ah - alpha, keep talking, please” Obi-Wan cried, punctuated by moans. 

 

Alpha. The title made Anakin groan. Obi-Wan must be in the thick of his heat now. 

 

The transport jolted as it docked at the Resolute. Anakin was so close. 

 

“Of course, baby, I’m here,” Anakin crooned as he made his way towards the entrance and into the docking bay. “Fuck, you’re being so good for me, touching yourself, getting yourself ready for me,” he continued, sparing only a glance at Rex as he passed, who mercifully averted his eyes and pretended he couldn’t hear Anakin. 

 

“I’m almost there, baby, I’ll be there soon to take care of you just like you need. I can’t wait to see you being so good for me.” Anakin was almost rambling now, focused solely on Obi-Wan panting on the other line and crossing the final distance between them. 

 

Obi-Wan’s moans came through the comm speaker as Anakin made his way through the maze of hallways and airlifts, louder now, more desperate. He didn’t seem to mind Anakin’s ineloquence, if the sounds he was making were any indication. 

 

“That’s right, baby, come for me, I’m going to take such good care of you, Obi-Wan, fill you up, give you my knot, I’m going to make you feel so good-” 

 

Anakin was cut off by a sharp cry from Obi-Wan, followed by a series of soft whimpers that went straight to Anakin’s cock. 

 

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan whimpered. 

 

“I’m almost there, Obi-Wan,” Anakin assured. Why was this damn ship so big? “Did you come for me?” 

 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan moaned softly. Anakin was disappointed he had missed it, but glad at least that Obi-Wan had found some relief while Anakin was delayed. Karking seppies. 

 

“Good, so good baby,” Anakin replied with a groan. He was rounding the final hallway now. Just a few more steps and -

 

“Alright,” Anakin sighed with relief, typing in the door code, “I’m here -”

 

The door to Anakin’s quarters slid open. 

 

Before they had even shut, Anakin found himself with his arms full of a very naked Obi-Wan. 






On the bridge, Rex’s comm buzzed with a call from his general. “Rex, I’m with General Kenobi. Let Cody know. We’ll both be - uh -” Anakin’s voice cut off briefly with the sounds of shuffling on the end of the line. “We’ll both be out of commission for the next few days,” Anakin finally continued, sounding harried. 

 

“Yes, sir,” Rex replied, “we remember the plan. The troops have been briefed accordingly.” 

 

“Very good, thank you Rex-” Anakin continued. Before he could say more Anakin was cut off by what sounded like General Kenobi in the background. 

 

“Anakin, if you don’t put that kriffing thing down and fuck me-” 

 

The line disconnected. 

 

Rex and Cody exchanged a glance. Rex lifted his eyebrows and Cody responded with a shrug. 

 

Jetiise,” Rex said with a shake of his head. 

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“You’re late,” Obi-Wan growled as Anakin disconnected his comm. It was a sweet little omega growl, coming from where Obi-Wan had all but buried his face in Anakin’s neck. 

 

“I know, I’m sorry,” Anakin said, rubbing his face gently into Obi-Wan’s hair, drinking in his scent. It was much stronger now than Anakin had ever smelled it before. He scooped Obi-Wan up behind his thighs and carried him to the table in the middle of Anakin’s quarters. 

 

Anakin set Obi-Wan gently on the table and stood between his legs. He lifted his hands to cradle either side of Obi-Wan’s head, ducking down gently to look at him. 

 

Obi-Wan was sweating, a thin sheen covering his face and body, and his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide by the heat hormones. But Anakin could see Obi-Wan in them, he was strung out and shaking but he was still his Obi-Wan. Counting on Anakin, trusting Anakin with this. Letting Anakin see him at his most vulnerable. 

 

Anakin rubbed a gloved thumb tenderly across Obi-Wan’s cheek. “But I’m here now,” Anakin said softly, and leaned down to kiss Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan met his lips eagerly, a soft moan escaping as he parted his lips for Anakin. 

 

Anakin felt his focus narrowing to the present moment. The adrenaline of battle receding, all thoughts of the mangled droids and smoke and scorched earth he’d left behind falling away. This was his mission now, his sole and sacred duty for however long Obi-Wan needed him. 

 

Their kiss grew heated. Anakin’s tongue fucked softly into Obi-Wan’s mouth and Obi-Wan welcomed him, giving his own in return, sucking on Anakin’s tongue with a moan. 

 

They continued until Anakin realized Obi-Wan was rutting himself against Anakin’s utility belt. 

 

Right. He probably shouldn’t let him do that. 

 

Anakin broke away just enough to start removing his armor and layers underneath. Obi-Wan began helping eagerly once he realized what Anakin was doing. Together they removed his pauldrons, his chest plate, his belt, Obi-Wan taking every opportunity to remain close to Anakin in between, to touch wherever he could. 

 

At last, Anakin removed his tunic and undertunic, baring his chest. Fresh from a fight, he was still covered in the sweat of battle, a film of oil and smoke in the places where his skin had been exposed. 

 

“I can shower,” Anakin offered. 

 

“No,” Obi-Wan objected, emphasized by the way he was licking at the sweat-sheened skin of Anakin’s pecs. Anakin groaned. “After.” Obi-Wan continued. 

 

That was fine with Anakin. All the sooner to have Obi-Wan against him, beneath him. 

 

Anakin kicked off his boots clumsily as Obi-Wan continued his feverish ministrations to Anakin’s chest and neck. Anakin undid his trousers, dropping them with his underwear all in one swoop and kicking the fabric off his legs and away. 

 

They were both naked now. Anakin’s cock was hard, had been hard, and now freed from his trousers stood up proudly in the space between them. He stepped closer to Obi-Wan to close the distance. 

 

He kissed Obi-Wan again, relishing his moans as their bodies pressed flush together. 

 

“Alright,” Anakin said, once again sliding his hands beneath Obi-Wan’s thighs and lifting him easily. Obi-Wan’s thighs bracketed his waist, their cocks sliding together deliciously. “Let’s go.” 

 

Anakin carried Obi-Wan over to his bunk, laying him gently down in the soft pile of clothes and bedding. Anakin spied one of his robes and a few of his undertunics Obi-Wan had used to build the nest. It made Anakin’s chest tight with a feeling he couldn’t name. 

 

Obi-Wan whimpered and reached for Anakin, and Anakin obliged, climbing gingerly into the nest on top of him. They picked up kissing where they had left off, lips parted and panting, tongues sliding easily against each other. 

 

“Alpha,” Obi-Wan let out a whine. 

 

“I’ve got you,” Anakin assured him, sliding a hand down Obi-Wan’s torso to dip between his legs. “I’ll take care of you,” he continued, reverently. 

 

Anakin felt the slick on Obi-Wan’s thighs, could smell it in the air between them. He shuddered. He couldn’t believe he was really here, now, about to do something that had been like a shadow in the back of his mind, plaguing his wet dreams, rattling around in his skull, for years. Something he never thought he’d have. 

 

He slid a tentative hand up Obi-Wan’s thigh, up, up, between his cheeks until two fingers rested at Obi-Wan’s slick entrance. He was reminded that Obi-Wan had been touching himself just a few minutes prior, fingering himself, opening himself up for Anakin

 

There was so much that Anakin wanted to do - wanted to bury his head between Obi-Wan’s thighs and lick, taste his sweet slick and lave at his hole until Obi-Wan was screaming, wanted to slide his fingers inside Obi-Wan and find that tender spot inside him, wanted to watch Obi-Wan writhe on his fingers until he came. 

 

But Obi-Wan was desperate now, in the thick of his heat due to Anakin’s unexpected delay, and Anakin knew what he needed more than anything right now was for Anakin to get right to it and fuck him. There would be time for those other, slower pleasures later, Anakin told himself. 

 

“Are you ready, baby?” Anakin asked, his voice gruff. 

 

“Yes, yes, fuck me, alpha,” Obi-Wan chanted, his eyes glazed over with need. 

 

Anakin’s fingers left Obi-Wan’s hole, gathering some of the slick from between his cheeks and using it to lube up his cock. 

 

He pressed the head of his cock gently against Obi-Wan’s entrance and pushed. Obi-Wan welcomed him with a keen, wet and open from his heat and his previous ministrations. Anakin was engulfed in the hot, tight wetness of Obi-Wan. 

 

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan moaned, his name a sigh. Anakin tucked the memory away privately, locking it deep into his heart where he could cherish it, pull it out and look at it again and again later. 

 

He started moving, slowly at first, and then building to a quicker pace when Obi-Wan urged him on. Force, it felt so good

 

Obi-Wan looked beautiful beneath him, his eyes closed in pleasure, mewls and moans pulled from his lips with each thrust of Anakin’s cock inside him. All Anakin wanted was to make Obi-Wan feel this good forever. 

 

Obi-Wan lifted a hand to tangle in Anakin’s hair, sweaty fingers wrapping in his curls and tugging Anakin closer. Anakin followed dutifully (like he always did. He would always follow Obi-Wan, go wherever the man wanted him), and tucked his head into the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck to breathe in his scent. 

 

The only sounds in the room for the next few minutes were their moans and heavy breaths and the slick sounds of their bodies meeting. “Anakin, alpha,” Obi-Wan chanted softly, his legs wrapped tightly around Anakin’s waist. 

 

Obi-Wan had one hand still tangled in Anakin’s hair and the other cupping the back of his neck, holding Anakin close, almost tenderly, even as Anakin continued fucking in and out of Obi-Wan’s hole. 

 

Obi-Wan’s cries grew louder and more insistent, and Anakin slid a hand down to wrap around Obi-Wan’s cock, hard and pressed between their stomachs. “I’ve got you, baby,” Anakin whispered, stroking Obi-Wan’s length in time with his thrusts. 

 

After a few thrusts Obi-Wan came with a cry, his thighs clenching around Anakin’s waist, spurting hot come onto their stomachs. “Yes, baby, Obi-Wan, so good, so good for me,” Anakin groaned, slowing his thrusts down to gently fuck Obi-Wan through. 

 

“Don’t stop,” Obi-Wan croaked hotly into Anakin’s neck, kicking Anakin with his heel to spur him on even as Obi-Wan came down from his orgasm.

 

Anakin wasn’t far behind. He could feel his knot starting to form, the agonizing time he had spent hard and aching before they started spurring things along. 

 

“You want my knot, baby?” Anakin asked as he resumed his previous pace at Obi-Wan’s insistence. 

 

“Yes, fill me up, yes, alpha - Anakin,” Obi-Wan begged softly. His eyes were screwed shut with pleasure, his bangs darkened with sweat and falling onto his forehead. Obi-Wan’s fingers dug into Anakin’s shoulder and bicep so hard Anakin wondered if it would bruise. He hoped it would. 

 

Anakin felt his knot begin to catch and with one final thrust, Anakin pushed inside Obi-Wan and remained anchored there. Anakin came with a groan, dropping his forehead to Obi-Wan’s as his cock pulsed and spilled into Obi-Wan’s hole. 

 

Obi-Wan shuddered and came a third time on Anakin’s knot, releasing a few feeble spurts across his stomach. 





Later, in the shower, Anakin thought he might be content to stay there forever. 

 

To let this one moment stretch on and on and on, to forget about Geonosis, the outer rim, the seppies, forget about the Republic, the entire kriffing galaxy, the endless war they’ve been fighting. To never have to move from the ‘fresher where he and Obi-Wan stood, safe and warm together under the spray, the room blanketed in steam and Obi-Wan curled sleepily against Anakin’s chest, in Anakin’s arms. 

 

They had stayed in bed, tied together, for the time it took Anakin’s knot to go down. Anakin had shuffled them gently to their sides, and Obi-Wan had lain sated and content in his arms, lapping softly at Anakin’s mating gland. Anakin had let him, tracing a gentle hand up and down Obi-Wan’s back, his breaths giving way to deep alpha purrs of contentment without his notice. 

 

But eventually, when Anakin’s knot had gone down and he could slip gently out of Obi-Wan, he had herded them to the shower. He still needed to wash off after the fight and he knew that sooner rather than later, Obi-Wan would need another round. Anakin would have just gone on his own, but Obi-Wan was all too keen to follow, choosing the disruption of a shower with Anakin over remaining in the nest alone. Their nest. 

 

And now, here they were in the shower, together, the sweat and smoke and stain of battle washed off of Anakin and down the drain. 

 

Anakin was blissfully nuzzling Obi-Wan’s wet hair when he felt Obi-Wan’s cock hardening against his thigh. Obi-Wan let out a soft whimper and began to stir, turning his head up to mouth at Anakin’s neck and rutting against Anakin’s hip softly. 

 

“Ready for another round?” Anakin asked softly, breaking the reverent silence, pulling back just enough to look down at Obi-Wan. 

 

“Please,” Obi-Wan said with a nod after clearing his throat. Obi-Wan blinked hard a few times as he said it, as if he had been roused from dozing standing up in the shower. Honestly, Anakin thought, he might have been. 

 

“Alright,” Anakin said, shutting off the water and grabbing a towel to wrap Obi-Wan up in. “I don’t think you’d like being stuck together in here,” he explained as he grabbed another towel for himself and shepherded Obi-Wan back to the bunk. 




By the time they had finished for the second time (fourth and fifth times, technically, for Obi-Wan) the night cycle had started on the ship and Anakin’s quarters were dark, lit only by the warm yellow sub-lights lining the edge of the floor. 

 

He got Obi-Wan to drink some water and eat a ration bar (he had to take care of Obi-Wan in every way, not just sex, after all) and choked some down himself. Afterwards, they curled together in Anakin’s bunk, their makeshift nest, to sleep. 

 

Obi-Wan drifted off easily, snuggled closely against Anakin, his face tucked into the crook of Anakin’s neck where he took deep, content breaths of Anakin’s scent. Anakin stayed awake a bit longer before drifting off, marveling at his fortune to be there with Obi-Wan like this, the promise of the next few days settling on his mind like a heavy blanket. 

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Obi-Wan’s heat lasted two more days. Despite his exhaustion, it was too short for Anakin. It was different from what Anakin had expected, in ways. There was a lot of sex, yes. But Anakin hadn’t been prepared, hadn’t thought to hope, for the quiet intimacy that had overtaken them. 

 

They had repeated the cycle of the first day in rounds, like a lullaby. They ate, they fucked, they slept, they showered. Anakin woke to Obi-Wan rutting against him, half asleep, and pulled him into his arms, whispering soothing words to Obi-Wan that he’d make it go away soon. 

 

He made sure Obi-Wan ate, made sure he drank enough water, tried to make sure he got enough sleep. 

 

Obi-Wan wasn’t completely out of it the entire time. He had periods where he was very much Obi-Wan - if a bit softer than Anakin was used to seeing him, especially since the start of the war. 

 

During these times they talked. Obi-Wan asked for an update on Geonosis, much to Anakin’s amusement. They talked about old missions they’d gone on, recent ones as generals and distant ones as master and padawan, a lifetime ago. 

 

Anakin watched enraptured when Obi-Wan laughed, a real, full, belly laugh as he remembered the time a teenage Anakin had accidentally proposed marriage to a dignitary on a foreign planet by drinking out of the wrong goblet. 

 

“Really, Anakin, the custom was explained in the mission briefing. I think I even told you about it beforehand. And the look on his face -” Obi-Wan broke off in peels of laughter. For once, Anakin was content being the butt of the joke if it made Obi-Wan laugh like that.  

 

And during these times, Anakin would check in, ask how Obi-Wan was feeling. Sheepishly, once, asked if he was doing a good enough job. Obi-Wan had lifted a hand to Anakin’s face gently, a gesture both familiar and foreign, in recent years, and fondly told Anakin he was doing very well. Anakin had beamed with quiet, not-quite-concealed pleasure. 

 

They did fuck, too. A lot. 

 

After the first hurried round they had time for everything Anakin had imagined and more. Anakin fucked Obi-Wan from behind, Obi-Wan on his hands and knees, presenting for Anakin in their nest. He fucked Obi-Wan against the wall of his quarters, on the table in the middle of the room. They fucked face to face, Obi-Wan reaching up to pull him down into sloppy kisses, Anakin swallowing Obi-Wan’s sweet whimpers and moans. Obi-Wan rode Anakin, a few times, Anakin enraptured by the way Obi-Wan looked as he fucked himself down onto Anakin’s cock, the way his face screwed into a lot of concentration and then blissful release. 

 

They did end up fucking in the shower, once, Obi-Wan’s legs wrapped around Anakin’s waist as Anakin held him against the wall, careful to keep the spray out of Obi-Wan’s face. Obi-Wan’s come was washed down the drain, but not Anakin’s - Anakin’s stayed pressed inside Obi-Wan, held in by his knot as Anakin maneuvered them carefully into a towel and then the bed. 

 

Anakin had time to lay Obi-Wan down and settle himself between Obi-Wan’s legs, to lick up the sweet slick that dripped between his cheeks and down his thighs and then blissfully follow it straight to the source. That drove Obi-Wan crazy, clamping his thighs like a vice around Anakin’s head and shuddering with his release as Anakin’s tongue fucked into his hole. Anakin didn’t want to be anywhere else in the whole world. 

 

Anakin relished every minute of it; every moment he got to spend as a devout disciple. Obi-Wan was the closest thing he had in the galaxy to a religion. Had always been, since Anakin was a brash, frightened boy with a new braid in a new world of rules and expectations. And Anakin was a zealot. 



Despite his own private fervor, Anakin didn’t truly want Obi-Wan’s heat to last forever. He watched as the shadows under Obi-Wan’s eyes grew regardless of sleep, saw the discomfort the heat brought him even with Anakin there to soothe. And Anakin himself was tired, feeling the impact of days of fucking that even his alpha hormones couldn’t fully erase. 

 

Anakin tucked the memories away, trying - and failing, as always - to embrace the jedi way, to accept that all things are temporary and let go. He didn’t want to. 



On the last day, they were on the bed, Anakin seated on the edge with Obi-Wan in his lap riding him. Obi-Wan had his head resting on Anakin’s shoulder, tucked into his neck where Obi-Wan had sucked and bitten a map of bruises during his more frenzied moments. Anakin didn’t mind at all; he would keep the marks there forever, if he could. Obi-Wan was moving at a slow, even pace, the worst of his heat behind him. 

 

Obi-Wan lifted his head, bringing his hands to cup Anakin’s shoulders. Without stopping he said, “I think I’ll probably be done after this.” So casually, like they were discussing which rations the mess hall was serving that day. 

 

“Good,” Anakin said, clearing his throat, suddenly very aware of his hands on Obi-Wan’s hips, “that’s great.” He only half meant it. Or maybe half was generous. 

 

When Obi-Wan’s pace grew more desperate, Anakin dropped a hand to stroke at his cock. He was suddenly self-conscious about touching Obi-Wan the way he had for the past few days. Obi-Wan didn’t seem to notice, welcoming the touch with apparent relish and coming across Anakin’s chest with a cry after a handful of strokes. 

 

Anakin followed soon after, and noticed with surprise and dismay that he wasn’t forming a knot. Since Obi-Wan’s heat was essentially over, Anakin’s alpha hormones weren’t responding the same way. He sometimes popped a knot after sex on a regular day, but not every time, and after days of cumming it shouldn’t be surprising that he wasn’t now. They were both well and truly spent. 

 

“I, uh, I don’t think I’m going to knot, since you’re, uh -” Anakin said somewhat awkwardly, trying to mask his disappointment in the same casual tone. 

 

Anakin had grown used to the time after sex when they would be tied together, when he could hold Obi-Wan while they came down together. It didn’t seem fair that they wouldn’t have it now, that the last time had already passed them by unnoticed. 

 

“Oh. Right,” Obi-Wan said, still in Anakin’s lap, as if he had also forgotten. Anakin wondered if he was disappointed too. 

 

After a moment, Obi-Wan climbed off on Anakin’s lap, Anakin suppressing a huff as his sensitive cock slid out of Obi-Wan’s hole. Obi-Wan stretched, lifting his arms overhead and then cracking his head side-to-side, stretching his neck and rolling his shoulders. 

 

“I think we both need a shower,” he said, turning towards the ‘fresher and addressing Anakin over his shoulder. “Shall we?”

 

“Yeah, sure,” Anakin said, eager to stretch their remaining moments together. 

 

And, he certainly did need a shower. He still had Obi-Wan’s cum dripping down his chest. 

 

They didn’t touch, much, in the shower beyond bumping elbows and slipping past each other for soap in the cramped stall, but it was nice to be in the small, warm, space together. Anakin didn’t know if more would be welcome, didn’t know what the rules were now. The thought made him sad. 



Afterwards, they were both dressed and ready to leave: Anakin, to the bridge to check in with Rex and Ahsoka for updates on Geonosis; Obi-Wan to meet up with the 212th near Malastare. They stood at Anakin’s door. 

 

“How are you feeling?” Anakin asked, both desperate to prolong the moment and invested in Obi-Wan’s welfare. Obi-Wan had the tell-tale shadows under his eyes, but Anakin liked to imagine they were lighter than the last time he saw Obi-Wan after his heat. 

 

“I’m just fine, Anakin, no worse for the wear. I’ll be alright,” Obi-Wan said, his calm, aloof, reassurance every bit the Jedi Master-General-Negotiator Anakin knew. 

 

But then, after a moment’s hesitation where it seemed Obi-Wan was deliberating something, he raised a hand to grip Anakin’s arm at the bicep. “Thank you, Anakin, I truly appreciate your help.” He said genuinely. Obi-Wan’s eyes were warm, something unreadable in them. 

 

Anakin looked back at him for a long moment before remembering he should answer. Anakin looked away, breaking the spell. 

 

“Anytime,” he smirked, but he could feel that he was blushing. He meant it. 

 

They parted, walking down different corridors, headed for different corners of the galaxy.

Chapter 5

Notes:

Chapter 5 is really long, but the epilogue is incredibly short so I hope it balances out by posting them together! Enjoy :)

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

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Afterwards, things went back to normal, or something like it. After finishing their separate missions, the 501st and 212th were deployed together to a skirmish on Felucia. And Anakin saw Obi-Wan again. 

 

It was the same, but it wasn’t. 

 

They met on the bridge, with Rex and Cody and Admiral Yularen to discuss the mission strategy. Obi-Wan briefed the troops on the ground assault before turning it over to Anakin to brief the squadron of starfighters he’d be leading in the air. Obi-Wan was professional, as serious as the situation called for, as he always was. 

 

But now, Anakin knew what Obi-Wan looked like when he came. He knew what Obi-Wan felt like underneath him, on top of him, around him. He knew what Obi-Wan tasted like, everywhere. Over the next few weeks, Anakin struggled to filter his day to day life through the lens of this new-found and precious knowledge. 

 

They completed their mission on Felucia and were sent back to the temple. Anakin thought he was acting pretty normal, all things considered. 

 

Without the distractions of the frontlines, he and Obi-Wan fell into their familiar patterns on Coruscant. Obi-Wan meditated and Anakin tinkered. They sparred, much to Anakin’s delight and chagrin. He was already predisposed to getting hard when he sparred with Obi-Wan before they slept together. There was no hope for him now. 

 

They ate together sometimes, when Obi-Wan wasn’t pulled away into a council meeting. It was normal, like it was before. Anakin was normal. 

 

Obi-Wan, for his part, seemed unruffled by the whole affair, unsurprisingly; loyal as ever to his calm, un-affected, un-attached, jedi-like demeanor. 

 

Except. 

 

Except sometimes, Anakin looked at Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan was looking at him, too. Sometimes, Anakin could feel Obi-Wan’s eyes linger on him and Anakin would have given all of the credits in the galaxy to know what Obi-Wan was thinking. 

 

It was driving Anakin a bit crazy, to be honest. He felt stuck, torn between the feeling that something immense had happened between them and the idea that it hadn’t changed anything, not really. The feeling that their relationship had been turned on its end and the way it went unacknowledged, unspoken, between them. It was like a ghost, not quite there, not quite absent, both irrevocable and irrelevant. It got caught in Anakin’s throat. 

 

Anakin found relief, short-lived as it was, night after night; fucking into his hand, into the matress, remembering Obi-Wan and the way he felt under Anakin’s fingertips and the way he said Anakin’s name like a sigh, like a prayer. Reminding himself it had happened. 

 

In the day, Anakin saw that Obi-Wan superimposed over the Obi-Wan before him. 

 

Obi-Wan was sitting across from him the refectory in his jedi robes, Obi-Wan was naked underneath him in bed; Obi-Wan was sparring with Anakin in the salles, Obi-Wan was writhing on his cock in the shower, eyes screwed shut with pleasure. 

 

Anakin saw in double vision, drunk. 




It had been a few weeks of this when Anakin found himself in the refectory, face to face once again with Quinlan kriffing Vos. 

 

Obi-Wan was in a council meeting, and so Anakin had been dining alone when the Kiffar jedi spotted him and made his way over with a grin. “Skywalker,” Vos said in his usual cheery tone, slamming his tray down on the table across from Anakin, “how’s it going?” 

 

“Fine,” Anakin grumbled as Vos took a seat. 

 

Anakin didn’t dislike Quinlan, per se, he was just by nature disinclined towards anyone who took Obi-Wan’s attention away from himself. A vestigial habit from his padawan years which Anakin had largely grown out of with respect to people Obi-Wan interacted with now, but Anakin’s impression of Vos had been formed when he was still an angry and insecure 10-year-old, all too observant of the way Obi-Wan smiled when he talked to Vos, the way Vos could make him laugh. 

 

Vos started chatting one-sidedly about something related to his recent mission. Anakin nodded along, largely tuning him out as he ate. 

 

After a few minutes, something Vos said - or rather asked - broke through. 

 

“-anyway, how’d Obi-Wan’s heat go?” 

 

Anakin choked a little on his food, looking up to find Vos looking at him like it was the most normal thing in the world to ask. Should he be asking Anakin that? Anakin didn’t think Vos should be asking him that. 

 

“...What?” Anakin asked dumbly, still processing the words. 

 

“Obi-Wan mentioned you were going to help him with his next heat since you were stationed together. How’d it go?” Vos said.

 

 Anakin narrowed his eyes. Vos seemed to be seriously asking, the teasing that so often colored his tone was absent as far as Anakin could tell. Still, Anakin bristled internally at the idea of sharing any details of Obi-Wan’s heat with Vos, despite knowing very well that it was something Quinlan also had experience with. 

 

“It went fine,” Anakin said suspiciously. “No problems,” he added. He didn’t know what Vos was getting at, but Anakin certainly wasn’t going to let him think Anakin hadn’t done a good enough job. Hadn’t taken care of Obi-Wan as well as, better than, he could. 

 

But Vos just nodded and returned to his food. “That’s good,” he said, stabbing at an eopie dumpling with his fork. “He’s a funny one, Obi-Wan. All his rules,” Vos continued, shaking his head with a fond sort of mirth. 

 

Anakin was lost. His confusion overrode his instinct to defend Obi-Wan from Quinlan’s mildly teasing tone, even if he wasn’t sure what Quinlan was even implying. 

 

“...What?” Anakin said again. 

 

“His rules, you know,” Quinlan reiterated. “No kissing, no knotting. I love Obes but I’ve never met an omega so uptight about his heat. Even for a jedi,” Quinlan continued in the same fond tone, shaking his head in amusement. 

 

Anakin’s head spun. Rules? Quinlan had said it like Anakin should know what he meant, a lighthearted commiseration based on the shared experience of Obi-Wan’s heats. No kissing? No knotting? 

 

As Anakin’s mind reeled he realized he had been silent for too long, Vos was looking at him with bemused curiosity. 

 

“...Right.” Anakin said finally, lamely. “Right, yeah, the rules.” He finished, trying and failing to affect a lighthearted tone that matched Quinlan’s. 

 

Anakin watched in horror as Vos’s expression turned from amusement to surprised realization. “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” Quinlan said, sounding both taken aback and delighted. Then he started laughing. 

 

“You two, I swear to god,” Quinlan said between peels of laughter, shaking his head. 

 

Anakin just scowled at him. He did not want to be having this conversation with Vos, especially not while his mind was still racing to process the information Vos had revealed. 

 

“I have to go,” Anakin said sharply in lieu of responding, standing abruptly from the table. He stormed out of the refectory, leaving Quinlan Vos still laughing behind him. 



Anakin’s mind reeled as he rushed through the halls of the temple. He had to find Obi-Wan. 

 

Obi-Wan didn’t like being kissed during his heat? He didn’t like being knotted? Why hadn’t he told Anakin? They had done plenty of both during the days Anakin spent helping Obi-Wan with his heat. He had sure seemed to like it then, Anakin thought with fleeting smugness. 

 

Anakin paused his steps as a thought occurred to him with horror. What if Obi-Wan had meant to tell Anakin, had wanted to tell Anakin his “rules” as Vos had called them, but didn’t get the chance because Anakin had been late? And Anakin had just done all of those things without asking and Obi-Wan hadn’t told him then because he was too far gone….

 

Anakin’s stomach twisted at the thought that he had done things Obi-Wan hadn’t wanted, even if he liked them in the moment. But no, Anakin reasoned, as the initial wash of horror at the thought passed. They had spoken about Obi-Wan’s heat beforehand, when Obi-Wan first asked him to help, and later when they made a plan for the logistics. They had been on the comm call before the worst of Obi-Wan’s heat started. 

 

He could have told Anakin any of those times. Surely if it was so important to Obi-Wan he would have, wouldn’t he? 

 

So then, why hadn’t Obi-Wan told him? Anakin resumed his pacing, heading for he and Obi-Wan’s rooms instinctively, not knowing if Obi-Wan would even be there. 

 

Anakin’s mind replayed the facts as he knew them. Vos helped Obi-Wan with his heat sometimes. That was how this whole thing had started. Obi-Wan said this was platonic, just a friend helping out a friend. 

 

And during these heats, Anakin had found out today, Obi-Wan had rules. He didn’t want Vos to kiss him. He didn’t want Vos to knot him. But Anakin had offered to help Obi-Wan with his heat, and Obi-Wan hadn’t said anything to Anakin about those rules. 

 

Why would Obi-Wan be ok with Anakin kissing him, knotting him, but not Quinlan? Quinlan had been one of Obi-Wan’s best friends for longer than Anakin had been alive

 

Did Obi-Wan…does he…..

 

Anakin couldn’t bring himself to hope for the possible explanation that had crept into the back of his mind. 

 

He needed to talk to Obi-Wan. 

 

Anakin stopped outside of his and Obi-Wan’s rooms. He took a deep breath, like he was steeling himself for battle. In a way, he was. 

 

Anakin had watched Obi-Wan over the years, had followed him dutifully, had studied him carefully, had devoted himself to trying to unravel the inner workings of the man who had taught him how to hold a lightsaber. 

 

For his efforts, he had been rewarded with an understanding of Obi-Wan Kenobi that few could boast of. With this understanding came the knowledge that Obi-Wan would do absolutely everything within his power to avoid the conversation Anakin was about to force him to have. 

 

But Anakin was used to this. Anakin had come up against Obi-Wan’s cool avoidance before. Anakin knew how to be the battering ram that would barrel through the immoveable shields of Obi-Wan’s evasion. 

 

Steeling himself, Anakin entered the code to their rooms. The door slid open to reveal Obi-Wan, looking distractedly down at a datapad. He stepped aside to let Anakin by as Anakin walked into the kitchen. After a moment, Obi-Wan put the datapad down and turned it off, finally looking up at Anakin. 

 

“Sorry about that, just finishing a report,” Obi-Wan said. He looked tired. “Have you eaten yet?” he asked Anakin, turning away from him and towards the conservator. 

 

Anakin cleared his throat. “Yeah, I did. Just came from there, actually,” Anakin replied. Obi-Wan was still turned around, peering into the open conservator appraisingly. 

 

“I saw Vos at the refectory,” Anakin continued, letting something bleed into his tone. 

 

Obi-Wan must have heard it, because he turned back around to face Anakin. “Oh?” Obi-Wan said, casually. Anakin could sense his hesitance, his nervous suspicion about where this conversation might lead. 

 

“Yes,” Anakin affirmed, giving nothing away yet. 

 

“And how is he?” Obi-Wan asked, in the same faux-casual tone as before. “He’s fine.” Anakin affirmed. 

 

He paused. “He asked me how your heat went.” 

 

Anakin saw Obi-Wan blanche briefly before recovering. 

 

“I see,” Obi-Wan said, turning back to the conservator, apparently having decided this was a conversation better spent facing away from Anakin and intently focused on a carton of bantha milk and a sorry-looking container of leftovers. “That was kind of him.” Obi-Wan continued. 

 

“Yeah,” Anakin said, standing up from the barstool he had perched on to approach Obi-Wan. “And you know, he said something else really interesting too,” Anakin said. He was standing next to Obi-Wan now, leaning against the kitchen counter. Obi-Wan was still looking into the conservator. 

 

“Oh?” Obi-Wan repeated, “Did he tell you about his coming mission? Obviously some of the details are classified but I think it should be quite the opportunity to-” Obi-Wan rambled. 

 

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said, cutting him off. 

 

“Yes?” Obi-Wan said innocently, finally closing the conservator and turning around so his back was once again facing Anakin.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said again, taking a step closer. 

 

“Yes, Anakin, what is it?” Obi-Wan said, looking intently back down at the data pad on the counter. 

 

Anakin placed a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and slowly turned him around to face Anakin. 

 

They were standing close together in the kitchen. The artificial sunset outside cast the living room in a warm glow that didn’t quite reach them, leaving them in the shadows. 

 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Anakin said meaningfully. 

 

“Tell you what?” Obi-Wan said uncomfortably, looking to Anakin’s left at nothing. 

 

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin said again. He wasn’t used to being the better communicator between them. Anakin decided to adjust his approach. 

 

He wrapped a hand around Obi-Wan’s wrist and gently led him to the living room and onto the couch. “Really, Anakin, what is-” Obi-Wan protested, but followed. Anakin knew he was just blustering, throwing out what distractions he could in a last ditch effort to avoid this.  

 

They were seated on the couch now, facing each other. Obi-Wan was orange in the fading sunlight. 

 

“During your heat,” Anakin started, “did I do anything you didn’t like?” 

 

Direct questions were better. Obi-Wan would evade but he wouldn’t usually outright lie to Anakin. 

 

“What do you mean?” Obi-Wan asked. Anakin suppressed an eye roll. He really wasn’t going to give any ground willingly. 

 

“During your heat, we kissed.” Anakin stated. 

 

“Yes,” Obi-Wan agreed warily. 

 

“And I knotted you,” Anakin continued. He saw fear flicker briefly over Obi-Wan’s face. He was running out of room, caged. “Yes,” Obi-Wan replied after a moment. 

 

“And were you ok with both of those things?” Anakin asked. 

 

Obi-Wan closed his eyes. “Yes, Anakin” he said with a sigh. 

 

“Quinlan said you usually aren’t. That you ask him not to do that, during your heat,” Anakin continued. Obi-Wan kept his eyes closed, turned to the side. 

 

“I just, I want to -” Anakin continued, trying to collect his thoughts. 

 

“I thought at first that maybe you had meant to tell me the same thing, that you had wanted to, and because I was late you couldn’t. I was worried that I had…” Anakin trailed off. “But you could have told me, before, or on the comm.” 

 

Obi-Wan sat quietly as Anakin continued. He had opened his eyes, at least, and was looking at Anakin somewhat mournfully. “So then I thought maybe you didn’t want to tell me. You didn’t want to ask me not to,” Anakin continued softly. “But I don’t know why.” he finally finished. 

 

Obi-Wan looked pained. 

 

“Anakin, I-” He started before pausing, briefly, seemingly collecting his bearings. He sighed. “I ask Quinlan not to do those things because it can be quite intimate, spending a heat with someone. I know I told you it was platonic, that it wasn’t attachment, and that’s true, but I suppose I just wanted to avoid that aspect of it as much as I could.” Obi-Wan ran a hand through his hair as he spoke, eyes averted. 

 

Anakin processed what he had said with a pang. 

 

“So you’re worried you’ll get attached to Quinlan, but not to me?” Anakin asked, trying and failing to keep the hurt from bleeding into his voice. 

 

Obi-Wan huffed. “No, Anakin, that’s not what I-” Obi-Wan said, shaking his head. “That’s not it at all.” 

 

“Then what is it?” Anakin asked, imploringly. 

 

Obi-Wan rubbed his hand over his eyes. “Don’t make me say it,” he pled softly. 

 

“Say what?” Anakin asked, begging. He reached his hands out in Obi-Wan’s direction, not quite crossing the distance. “Obi-Wan, say what?” he wheedled, unrelenting. 

 

“I’m already attached to you, Anakin!” Obi-Wan almost shouted, finally.  

 

He buried his face in his hands. “I didn’t tell you not to do those things because I didn’t want to. I- I thought about it, I knew I should, but I wanted to do those things with you,” Obi-Wan continued, barely above a whisper. “I wanted to kiss you, wanted you to knot me.” His head was still in his hands, his palms pressed into his eyes. Like if he couldn’t see Anakin, Anakin couldn’t see him either. 

 

“It was selfish of me,” Obi-Wan concluded sadly. “I’m very sorry.” 

 

Sorry? Anakin would have laughed, if he wasn’t too distracted by the rest of Obi-Wan’s speech. He could take the time later to unravel all of the ways Obi-Wan tied himself into knots, for now he needed Obi-Wan to know that his confession, whispered with such shame, was good news, to Anakin. The best news he had ever heard. 

 

Anakin reached up to where Obi-Wan still had the heels of his hands pressed into his eyes. He wrapped a hand around each of Obi-Wan’s wrists and tugged them gently away. 

 

“Obi-Wan,” he said softly, like he was approaching a startled foal. In a way, he was. “Obi-Wan,” he reiterated, “I’m attached to you too.” he continued softly. 

 

Without giving Obi-Wan time to consider his response, something Anakin knew would not take things in the direction he desperately wanted them to go, Anakin leaned down to press a soft kiss against Obi-Wan’s mouth. Obi-Wan kept their lips pressed together for a brief moment before seemingly realizing what was happening. “- you’re - ?” Obi-Wan asked dazedly as he pulled away. “Anakin, we can’t - “ he continued. 

 

Anakin ignored him, instead letting his hands slip from Obi-Wan’s wrists to his waist and lifting Obi-Wan gently into his lap. Obi-Wan made a brief show of resisting before relenting, settling his legs on either side of Anakin’s with an indignant look. 

 

“Yes, I am,” Anakin said, “and yes, we can.” Obi-Wan was already shaking his head. 

 

“Obi-Wan, I’ve been too attached to you as long as I’ve known you.” Anakin continued, sensing that now was the time to barrel through. “It was different, when I was younger, obviously, but I’ve never wanted my place to be anywhere but your side.” Anakin said. “That will never change,” he added, shaking his head. 

 

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, looking down and away again, “I - I wondered. I suspected. But, we’re jedi, a relationship would be -” he trailed off, uncharacteristically unsure. 

 

Anakin shook his head. “That doesn’t really mean anything to me, without you,” he said, probably too honestly. But he was all-in, now, might as well see it through.

 

 “I like being a jedi, but the part of it that I like most is being at your side. I’ll be whatever kind of jedi you want me to be if it means being with you.” Anakin continued. 

 

“And we can love each other in whatever way you want to and call it whatever you want,” he offered, really hoping Obi-Wan would choose a way that still involved them fucking each other, “but I think we should. And I think we already do.” he finished. 

 

Obi-Wan sighed. The resignation in it thrilled Anakin to his core. 

 

“I suppose you’re right,” Obi-Wan said, raising a hand to brush his thumb softly along Anakin’s cheek. Anakin pressed a kiss into his palm. 

 

“You’ve always been so passionate, so headstrong,” Obi-Wan mused, running his hand through Anakin’s curls. Anakin’s eyes fluttered shut with the pleasure of it. 

 

“You make me a better jedi, a better person” Anakin said simply. He meant it.  

 

Obi-Wan leaned down to press his lips to Anakin’s. 

Notes:

Anakin: this will be perfect. I'll spend Obi-Wan's heat with him, I'll be the best alpha ever and blow his mind, and he'll realize we're perfect for eachother and we'll be together forever

Obi-Wan: this will be perfect. Anakin will spend my heat with me, I'll let myself briefly indulge in my shameful desires before going back to repressing them forever, Anakin will never find out and we'll never speak of it again

Chapter 6: Epilogue

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

6 Months Later 

 

Anakin was running late again. If ending the war wasn’t enough motivation for Anakin to want to kill General Grievous, making him late for Obi-Wan's heat might do it on its own. 

 

Anakin raced through the hallways of the Negotiator, dodging clones as he rushed to get to Obi-Wan’s quarters. A call from Obi-Wan came through his comm. 

 

“Really, Anakin? Where are you?” Obi-Wan’s unimpressed voice greeted Anakin. 

 

“Two minutes, baby, I promise,” Anakin assured Obi-Wan, almost colliding with Waxer as he did so. “I just have to call Rex and then I’ll be there soon and then I’m all yours,” Anakin rambled into his comm. 

 

“Fine,” Obi-Wan agreed, a note of fondness in his voice under the exasperation. “I’ll see you soon.” 

 

Anakin disconnected and called Rex as he got into the airlift. “Rex, I’m almost to Obi- General Kenobi’s quarters,” Anakin said into his comm. 

 

“Yes, sir,” Rex’s voice came through the comm. “We know the drill, sir, everything is set for your - uh - absence.” 

 

“Great,” Anakin said, hastily exiting the lift on Obi-Wan’s floor. “Gotta go. Bye, Rex,” 

 

“Goodbye, Si-” Anakin disconnected the call before Rex could finish. 

 

He reached Obi-Wan’s door, finally, and entered the code impatiently. 

 

The door slid open, and Anakin was once again greeted by the now familiar, but no less cherished, sight of a very naked Obi-Wan. “Sorry, baby,” Anakin said, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan and leaning down to place a kiss on his mating mark. 

 

“It’s alright,” Obi-Wan said, sliding his arms around Anakin’s still-belted waist. “I was actually just about to call Quinlan Vos, see if he wanted to -” 

 

Anakin shut him up with a kiss, letting the door slide shut behind them. 

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