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Arc 1 — Into the light
  Obi-wan stepped through the gliding doors with ease, his steps careful and soft upon the floor. His actions contradicted his racketting heart, held back by only his ribcage. Breathes slowly picking up as the door slammed shut behind him. His palm running up to the keypad to lock the door. His eyes finding Anakin—sitting on the couch, holopad in hand—who looked up at him in curiosity. A look that didn’t know whether to teeter towards amusement or worry. “Obi-Wan?” Anakin sat up straighter, noting Obi-wan’s racing heart. “What’s wrong.”Obi-wan couldn’t move his heavy tongue enough to form a coherent reply. Staggering deeper inside of the room, his feet shuffling on the floor. Biting back the sting of tears building in the back of his eyes. “Master!” Anakin shot up, trying to catch a wavering Obi-Wan from falling to the ground. Leading them both back to the couch. Obi-Wan clutched at Anakin’s darker colored robes, his knuckles paling white in contrast. “They Know.” Anakin’s heart scampered in his fear. His first thoughts racing towards Palpatine and their conversations of treachery against the Jedi. Mind flooding back within memories, trying to catch when they were uncareful, on who could’ve seen them behind closed doors. Who could’ve overheard their talks, of the promises, of the whispers of the dark side of the force. Looking down at Obi-Wan with a fearful gaze, Anakin hesitated to ask. “What…” Anakin finally forced out, his voice weak and raw. Obi-Wan did not seem to take much notice. “Anakin–” Obi-Wan choked, his tears drowning themselves in his throat. “They know… They know.”  Taking him by the shoulders, Anakin felt the room shudder from his fear. “Know What!” His shout brought Obi-Wan from himself. Looking up at Anakin—Anakin felt himself crack at the utter fear in Obi-Wan’s eyes—regaining himself, Obi-Wan pulled towards himself. Licking his lips before he spoke, Obi-Wan whispered his confession. “They know of my designation.” As the fear turned into sharp relief within Anakin, a new, more disastrous fear overwhelmed him. “No.” Anakin vehemently denied. “No–They couldn’t, they c-can’t…How?” Anakin tried to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes, but he would not look at him. Rattling breaths escaped from Obi-Wan. “A-a Padawan saw them—the suppressants—h-he ran to the council.” Anakin steadied Obi-Wan by his shoulders, fingers digging through the light colored cloth and into his skin. Suddenly he pulled him in close, engulfing his former master into a tight hug. Obi-Wan’s head rested on his chest. For seventeen years Obi-Wan had hid his designation. Suppressed his heats and his scent, keeping his Omega locked away and away from prying eyes. As far as anyone else was concerned, Obi-Wan had never truly presented and was declared a Beta. A far more common designation. But Obi-Wan was not a Beta, at age fifteen he underwent his first heat during a mission. Qui-Gon and him had been in a distant system, gathering intel of the species inhabiting the planet more than all else. Qui-Gon had noticed in time and managed to get them isolated. A younger Obi-Wan had kept himself in a room, away from civilization for an entirety of a week. Qui-Gon just outside keeping him fed and safe. Once the daze had cleared, and his body no longer felt like a fiery core of a planet, Obi-Wan walked out as a male Omega. Rarest of all. A novelty amongst the galaxy. Obi-Wan had stood at the frame of the door, unable to meet Qui-Gon’s eyes. He had waited, waited for Qui-Gon to renounce him as a Padawan, to renounce him as a Jedi and a Force-user. Obi-Wan had steeled himself ready the best he could, preparing himself to hear the words. Ready to be told that he would be sent off, never to touch a weapon again, to be demeaned and looked down upon. Those things never came, Qui-Gon had stared at him, letting those tense seconds pass before he sighed, readjusting his Jedi fashioned robe around his waist, handing Obi-Wan an unmarked bottle. The bottle had rattled when moved. ‘Suppressants,’ Qui-Gon had said, ‘I’m sorry, Obi-wan, but you are too great of a Jedi to suddenly become a housepet.’ Afterwards, Qui-Gon and Anakin had been the only ones to ever know of Obi-Wan’s true secret. No longer was that true, now the council would know. A knock vibrated through the door of the apartment. Obi-Wan and Anakin stilled at the sound. Another thunderous knock repeated with far more force. “What do we do?” Anakin asked quietly into the ear. Obi-Wan did not answer quickly. For he himself had no answer. He had envisioned this exact scenario thousands—if not millions—times before. The fear of being found out—have the rock that hid him ripped away, forcing him into the lime-light of the council— had kept him awake and alert for long nights of his life. And now that it has truly happened, Obi-Wan had no clue as what to do. All the ideas and plans he had conjured on sleepless nights escaped him. Fear was the only rampant part of his brain. Nothing else. “Anakin…” Obi-Wan called out, not because he had an answer or to garner Anakin’s attention, but because Anakin’s name was familiar. The sounds, the movements of his lips forming the words brought comfort. Anakin. Anakin. Anakin.  A beep sounded from the door, its lock keeping it from opening failed. Anakin reacted instantly. Lightsaber in his hand and a snarl on his lips. Blocking half of Obi-Wan’s body from the door. The sounds had only one effect on Obi-Wan, contrary to Anakin. Suddenly, all those plans Obi-Wan had made, those nights when his mind wilded over the chance of this ever happening, came back to him in a flashing flood. And he knew, there was no plan.  Obi-Wan would never fight against the Jedi Order, his entire world was built upon the code. The code his Master Qui-gon taught him. The one every Jedi in this temple preached. There was nothing. Obi-wan could do nothing more than resign. The door was overridden. It jerkily slid open, Master Windu’s stern face was the first thing Obi-Wan saw. And seeing Windu only solidified what Obi-Wan already knew. The council would not vote in his favour. Master Windu stepped inside the room, two clones lining at the door.. They recognized Anakin’s threatening stance and they maneuvered themselves in defense. The tension was renowned. Yet, no lightsabers had ignited. A steady hand rested on top of Master Windu’s saber, looking over Anakin’s shoulder and straight towards Obi-Wan. A furrow in his brows, Obi-Wan could no longer hold in his breath. The air was stagnant and stenched of Alpha pheromones. The pheromones were heavy and lacing the air in a bitter taste. The blockers Obi-Wan had taken stopped him from acting on instinct from the scent, although it did not stop the prickle under his skin or the itch in the back of his mind. “Jedi-Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Council demands your presence immediately.” Master Windu said. Obi-Wan swallowed harshly, his eyes growing wide. Anakin took a reassuring step backwards. Needing to feel Obi-Wan’s warmth pressed to his back. Seeing Anakin’s thumb hover over the Lightsaber’s button, Obi-Wan stopped him. Placing a hand on his shoulder and stepping out of Anakin’s shadow. The notion rattled Anakin from his protective haze, quickly grabbing at the sleeve of Obi-Wan’s robe. “Master…?” “Shh, it's okay, Anakin.” Obi-Wan whispered. Anakin looked confused, a glaze in his eyes that almost looked vulnerable. “But…” “Anakin, please.” Obi-Wan pleaded. He was released, taking a careful breath into his lungs, Obi-Wan steadied himself before looking back towards the door. “Of course, Master Windu.” He looked towards the lightsaber in his hands. He swallowed down his fear. “There’s no need for a fight.” Master Windu became cautious and hesitant, his eyes flickered behind Obi-Wan and to Anakin. Something must have convinced him, he lowered the lightsaber, clipping it back to his belt. “Take him.” Master Windu ordered. Obi-Wan grunted as the two clones harshly grabbed him by the arms. Tugging him forward, Obi-Wan stumbled a hiss of pain escaping him. A burning buzz sounded throughout the room, a blue hazing light emitting from behind him. The two clones dropped him, Obi-Wan fell to the floor.Anakin stood a few paces behind them, an uncontrollable anger in his eyes, illuminated by the burning saber in his hands. “Don’t hurt him.” Anakin growled out. The clones trained their guns towards him. Master Windu breezed in front of them. “Stand down, Skywalker.” Master Windu warned. Anakin didn’t respond, a frown heavy on his lips, a deep furrow in his brows. Obi-Wan watched all, hands planted firmly in front of him, his body drawn taunt in worry. If Anakin didn’t stand down, the council could have him exiled. “Anakin…” Obi-Wan whispered. Just loud enough for Anakin to hear him. To feel him through their bond.Glancing over to Obi-Wan on the flood, Anakin mistook his fear. He took it for fear of Anakin himself, not for fear for Anakin. A pained grimace flashed through Anakin, he glowered towards Master Windu and a final harsh glare at the guards. But he lowered his Lightsaber, turning it off and the blue illumination of the room vanished. “Don’t hurt him.” Master Windu still looked displeased but the immediate threat was gone. Talking to the clones without looking at them, Master Windu kept his gaze towards Anakin. “Take Master Kenobi to the council chambers, I will be there shortly.” The guards hesitantly lowered their guns, adjusting them to their sides. With a final glance to Master Windu, they carefully picked Obi-Wan up from the floor, mindful to keep their movements easy and peaceful. The door did not slide close after the two clones and Obi-Wan disappeared into the hall. It sent Anakin into a fretful unease, not knowing nor seeing Obi-Wan caused turmoil. His fingers twitched for the Lightsaber at his belt. To Strike down Master Windu and chase after Obi-Wan. To kill the two clones keeping Obi-Wan away from his arms. Anakin directed his anger towards Master Windu. “Tame your emotions, Knight Skywalker. Do not be rash in your actions. It is not the Jedi way.” Master Windu said, his voice stern and hard. Keeping himself from responding, Anakin knew that if he did respond he would reveal too much. He kept his gaze steady, never flickering away from Master Windu, never submitting to another Alpha. And Anakin could smell himself now, his anger wearing away at the blockers on his skin. Both of them could scent his anger. Master Windu frowned but he was the first to look away, striding out of the door, his cloak rippling in the air as he left. Anakin knew it wasn’t his victory, for Master Windu was going to the one place Anakin could not. Left alone in the empty quarters, Anakin felt the anger boil and spill out of him. The force unconsciously answering to him. Cabinets were ripped open, Obi-Wan’s cups and plates shattered on walls and on the floor. The walls cracked and creaked. The couch thrown to the other side of the room. A hectic, loud mess of it all. And just how it started it ended quickly and the remaining silence was deafening. Anakin could hear his own blood rush through the tips of his fingers and his ears. He reached out to Obi-Wan through their bond. Their bond that wasn’t supposed to exist. Their former Master-Padawan bond morphed and changed into the bond they now share. It runs deeper than their minds, it touches their souls. Anakin could faintly reach Obi-Wan and he knew that something was blocking him. Something, someone, was keeping his Obi-Wan out of his reach.  Obi-Wan managed to hold himself up as they walked down the corridor. All the comfort he gained from the Temple seemed to abandon him. The sky-rising glass windows that streamed in sunlight left him feeling exposed. The sun almost burning through his skin and touching his shame. The clones that held him were stoic as they walked, never acknowledging Obi-Wan in their arms. Their faces hiding behind their helmets. It only isolated Obi-Wan further, not being able to see their faces, to know how they were reacting. Obi-Wan was good with people, and one of the reasons he was good with people was because he could easily read their emotions on their face. The Temple’s halls were empty. The sleek durasteel and rock of the temple oozing coldness. Almost like it no longer welcomed him inside. Fortunately the council chambers were not far, Master Windu quickly catching up to their heels before they opened the council’s door. Obi-Wan swallowed the sharp pain behind his eyes, steeling himself. Releasing all he felt into the force.Master Windu looked down upon him. Now knowing that his lack of height and stature was not because of his Stewjoni descent but of his Omega nature. “You are a disgrace to the Jedi order.” Master Windu said. Not a hint of hatred or disgust in his voice, only the cold passiveness of a Jedi. Obi-Wan felt the clones’ hands tighten on his arms. Obi-Wan felt their disapproval. Obi-Wan had fought with their comrades in war. He was a general in the on-going war. A morbid part within Obi-Wan found it amusing how quickly it all changed. Mere minutes ago Obi-Wan was considered in high standing, an esteemed member of the Jedi order. The council themselves had told him countless times how bright in the force he was, how he was a prime example of what a Jedi should become. Now he was a disgrace. He did not rise to Master Windu’s taunts, only meeting his gaze. Master Windu’s eyes flickered with distaste. Obi-Wan knew Master Windu disapproved of his defiance, to him, Omegas were meant to be submissive, pliant things. Never outspeaking, never defying an Alpha. To Master Windu, Obi-Wan was practically spitting in his face. For as rare as Omegas were, they were looked and treated as trophies for whoever could afford them. Nothing more than an expensive and valued pet, there for an Alpha’s pleasure. Master Windu growled, low and deep beneath the cords in the throat. It took both the clones holding him and Obi-Wan himself off guard. Master Windu pulls out cuffs from under his sleeve. They were slick with a singular blue band of light wrapping around the cuffs in the middle. Glancing down at the cuffs, Obi-Wan was stuck blindsided. Master Windu put them around Obi-Wan's slim wrists, they snapped shut and now they were smoothly wrapped around. They tied Obi-Wan’s hands together. It was like a slap to his face, the moment they touched Obi-Wan’s skin it felt as if a fundamental part of his view of the world was ripped away. Like losing the sense of smell, or the sense of taste. You truly don’t realize how ingrained it is until it is gone. And the Force that enveloped Obi-Wan was gone. The world seemingly tilted on its axis. Obi-Wan gasped, a shocked and pitiful intake of breath. The world, almost dimming gray around him. A victory breezed through Master Windu’s eyes. Obi-Wan could only stare up in horror. Force suppressors were a taboo subject at best. Having only been used on the likes of Siths. It was degrading. Both Master Windu and Obi-Wan knew this. Clenching his jaw, Obi-Wan felt whatever ease, that calmness inside of him fall apart. He was blind to the Force around him. He could no longer feel the bond he shared with Anakin, it ached within him. His eyes burned and watered but Obi-Wan willed no tears to fall. He would not allow them that pleasure. The doors hiding the Council opened as Master Windu opened them. The sunlight of Coruscant’s sun blinded him. Obi-Wan was no longer prepared to face the council. He was rendered weak.   “Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are being accused of deceiving both the Council and the Jedi Order. Accounts have testified they have seen you with Omegan suppressors.” Master Koon said. “How do you respond?” Obi-Wan kneeled in the middle of the council, not respected enough to be able to stand. He kept his gaze on the floor, watching his hands curl around the cuffs. Obi-Wan did not answer. He already knew the council had already made their decision. He was not being accused, they have already confirmed that he was an Omega, otherwise they would not risk being publicly wrong. Obi-Wan knew how the council worked, and he’s already been convicted. He would not be here if he wasn’t. “Speak, would you, Obi-Wan.” Yoda said. Obi-Wan finally looks up to meet Yoda’s eyes. He was the only one in the council that seemed to have any semblance of sympathy. “What could I say?” Obi-Wan said. The silence within the council room was ear-buzzing. He met Master Yoda’s gaze, perhaps if Obi-Wan was able to connect with the force around him he would’ve understood what Yoda was trying to tell him. “A great Jedi Master you have been.” Master Yoda said. “Perhaps judged, too quickly, we have.” Master Windu finally interrupted, the other councilors looking disturbed by what Yoda had said. “Master Yoda, please, the council has already decided. Omegas are delicate creatures. Unable to care for himself. Please understand the decision we have made.”Master Yoda and Obi-Wan seemed to be the only ones who saw the irony in it. A Jedi general like Obi-Wan unable to care for himself. Master Yoda said nothing more, merely humming in acknowledgement. There was nothing he could say—Yoda’s species were one of the few that had no secondary gender—the council had already made up their minds. “Now we must decide what to do with the Omega.” Master Kcaj filled the small silence. “Right, of course.” “An auction is the traditional method.” Master Fisto said. “The funds could be used to help aid efforts in the war, as well.” Obi-Wan envisioned his future. Sold to the highest bidder, someone who would keep him as a glorified pet, an Omega meant only to please the Alpha. Or perhaps kept in a glass cage for all to gawk over him. A Trophy on a rich man’s shelf. “No, it would be far too risky. An auction would call for people to come to Coruscant from across the universe. Someone would be able to get in undetected easily, perfect for an attack.” “Master Windu, correct, he is.” Master Yoda noted. The rest of the council agreed.“Then perhaps we give him as a gift.” Master Mundi said, his holographic form of himself wavering and flickering. “What do you mean?” “We have been trying to convince the Mand’alor to join us. Gifting him an Omega could very well help sway him.” Obi-Wan held back his snark of a reply. He did not think they would enjoy his comment on how bribery would go against their Jedi morals. Obi-Wan could very easily be muzzled for speaking out of turn. His thoughts and opinions are now seen as insolence, an insult to those around able to hear him.  The thought was jarring, sending a shiver down his spine. The council continued speaking of his future as he was not there. Obi-Wan suffered through it all, gazing down at his cuffed hands, his fingers toying with a loose strand from his robes. Soon realizing that he would soon be stripped of his robes, exchanged for something far more suiting of his station. Something that would emphasize his more Omegan feature, draw attention to things Obi-Wan has tried to hide for most of his life. The council room became mute. Looking up from his hands, Obi-Wan met the steely gaze of Master Windu.“Obi-Wan Kenobi, the council here on this date revokes your position as a Jedi in the Order. And if the Mandalorians so choose to accept our terms, you will be given to them as a show of good faith.” Obi-Wan let his eyes flutter close, his fate has been decided. To the Mandalorians he would be given then. Men conquered planets for an Omega, the Mandalorians would join the winning side of a war for an Omega. It was not a difficult choice to make. Master Windu stood from his chair, stepping two paces towards Obi-Wan. Opening his eyes, Obi-Wan looked at Master Windu’s open palm. Obi-Wan could only look in confusion, head tilting, brows furrowing. And like a flood like those in Naboo, Obi-Wan understood. His Lightsaber. Stumbling onto his feet, Obi-Wan tried, he tried to have some dignity left in him. To try and have some honor in his body as he was forced to give up a part of himself. His hands fumbled as he unclipped the lightsaber from his belt. Fingers tightening around the hilt, knuckles bleaching white from the sheer force of his grip. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his mind. He did not think it would be this hard. Obi-Wan could not even bear to look at Master Windu’s eyes as he placed his Lightsaber on his awaiting palm. With a wave of his hand, Master Windu had opened the council’s doors. Guards immediately walking in and taking a hold of Obi-Wan’s arms. Leading him out of the council room. Obi-Wan could only stare at the vividly blue Coruscant sky as he was dragged out, still dazedly staring as the doors shut behind him. And Obi-Wan was truly defenseless now. No suppressor to hide what he was. No Force to shield his mind. And no Lightsaber left to protect him. He was at the mercy of the people around him. And what a truly frightening thought that was.

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Obi-Wan supposed his prison cell could have been worse. Far worse. When he was out in war, battlefield awaiting the coming fight, he had slept in shabby tents that barely withheld against the winds. This room was lavishly decorated. Plush cushions, with open windows and a small coffee table that held enough tea to last him days. The only thing that made it a cell was the simple fact that he could not leave.

The door was locked, only able to be opened from the outside. Obi-Wan had mindlessly paced the small quarters, an unnatural anxiety crawling into his bones. The cuffs digging into his wrists, Obi-Wan had tried fruitlessly to pry them off. They caused an itch under his skin. Knowing that if he

could

just remove them, he would be able to bask in the sensation of the Force.

Once his wrists started to bleed he stopped, quickly falling onto a plush cushion of a couch. Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan began to meditate. Listening to the small noises of the world around him. It didn’t feel the same. Something was missing.

The door hissed air as it opened. Quinlan Vos walked in. Shoulders straight and broad, his eyes immediately landing on Obi-Wan.

“How the kriffing hell did you manage to get yourself in this situation, Obi-Wan.” Quinlan stepped into the room, no one else followed. “You’re supposed to be the responsible one.”

“Quinlan,” Obi-Wan greeted, standing from where he once sat. “What are you doing here?”

Something within Obi-Wan suspected that Quinlan was not meant to be here. An old Omegan rule stating how no Alpha shall be alone in the presence of an unmated Omega. How the Omega would be able to seduce the Alpha into indecency, or something like that. Obi-Wan didn’t really remember nor did he think it true.

“Helping you escape is what I’m doing.” Quinlan muttered, peeking out through the window and down to the courtyard. “Aalya is keeping watch but we should hurry.

Quinlan grabbed Obi-Wan’s arm, grip light and careful. Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed, his confusion leading into frustration.

“No.” Obi-Wan wretched his arm back to himself.

Quinlan spun, analytical eyes inspecting Obi-Wan. “What? Why not?” Quinlan came closer, his brows lowering to give him a dark gaze. “Did they do something to you? Are you hurt.”

Obi-Wan resisted rolling his eyes, instead turning his head towards the coffee table as he sat back down. Quinlan watched in weary hesitation.

“Nothing…happened.” Obi-Wan said. Quinlan merely quirked his head. Obi-Wan sighed. “I can’t leave, Quin.”

“Why not.” Quinlan said. It teetered the edge of a growl, luckily his suppresents keeping him from fuming the entire room.

Obi-Wan met his gaze. “To escape would mean… I will not go against the Jedi council like that.” Obi-Wan firmly stated. Making a pot of tea to keep his hands from shaking.

Quinlan groaned, a hand running over his face. “Obi-Wan, you can’t be serious. Why would you care for the council after what they did to you—you’re aware that they’re going to sell you to the Mandalorians like some animal, right?”

Obi-Wan stilled, the cuffs clinked on the metal of the tea cups. “I’m well aware…”

“So why do you still abide by the code, Obi-Wan, you’re no longer a Jedi!”

It was like a slap to the face, reality of it all slamming itself against Obi-Wan’s chest. He stuttered out a panted breath. The room stilled. Quinlan sobered when he realized he saw hurt flash through Obi-Wan’s eyes, although, he did not apologize. Jedi do not apologize for the truth.

“You know about that?” Obi-Wan asked, it was a weak and a feeble thing.

Quinlan could only nod, his face slightly pinched.

“Do…do the others know?” Obi-Wan didn’t know who the ‘others’ were, but he needed to know. Just how many knew of his disgrace.

Quinlan clenched his jaw. Avoiding Obi-Wan’s gaze as he suddenly found the corner of the room rather interesting.

“Not many, mainly the Masters still within the temple.” Quinlan said, then quieter. “Not even Aayla knows.”

“I see…” Obi-Wan didn’t know if he would be judged if he asked about Anakin. So he tried to build up some of the courage to do so.

Quinlan seemed to take pity on him. “The Council hasn’t told the younglings or the Knights yet.”

Obi-Wan nodded. Softening his body further into the cushion of the seat, lost in thought. Quinlan, too, went silent. The room, engulfed in a thoughtful quietness. It eased the buzz in Obi-Wan’s mind, now able to concentrate on the small things that surrounded him.

He could hear Quinlan’s steady breaths, the wind pushing against the window, the heat of the sun. The ringing of his cuffs. And once Obi-Wan noticed his cuffs again, they encompassed his world. Quinlan took notice as well.

“A-are those Force suppressors…?” He asked.

Obi-Wan tensed. “Yes.”

Obi-Wan was unable to feel Quinlan’s anger through the Force but it was instantly recognizable on his face. His shoulders wound up and Quinlan slammed his fist on the wall.

“You don’t deserve

this.”

Obi-Wan blinked in surprise. He poured the tea into two cups. “I-I don’t know how to respond to that.”

Quinlan hid his small smile as he looked back towards the door. He suddenly realized how dearly he missed feeling things through the Force. He missed feeling the happiness, the joy, emanating from others..

Another silence befell them. Longer than the one before.

“Are you really not going to let me break you out?” Quinlan asked, one last ditch effort.

Obi-Wan smiled softly but shook his head. “I hate to disappoint you, but no, Quinlan, I will not betray the Order.”

Quinlan sighed in defeat. “Guess you’ll always be stubborn, huh?”

“I am not

stubborn.”

Obi-Wan indignantly defended himself.

Smirking, Quinlan shook his head in fondness. “Sure you’re not.”

Obi-Wan frowned but he was pleased at the smile.

A noise outside the door broke them from their serenity. Aayla bursting inside, she panted as she held the door open. “Master! We have to hurry, Master Koon and Master Windu are on their way!”

Obi-Wan understood quickly, “You two must go. Quickly, before they see you.”

Quinlan nodded, already stepping out of the room and into the halls of the Jedi Temple.

“Master Kenobi, are you not coming with us?” Aayla asked.

“No, Padawan, he is not.” Quinlan answered, his voice gruff, announcing that Aayla was not to ask why. She nodded and kept her mouth shut.

Obi-Wan had finally built up enough courage to ask. “Quinlan! May I ask you of a favor?”

Quinlan stopped where he stood. His answer, immediate. “Of course.”

Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief but he knew he must be quick, for the sake of Quinlan and his Padawan. “I do not know if the council would allow me to see Anakin again…”

Aayla became confused but Quinlan understood him. They might have had differing personalities but for some reason they were able to understand each other clearly because of it.

“You know I don’t like the Brat.” Quinlan said.

“Please.”

Quinlan sighed, hand already on Aayla’s shoulder, pushing her down the corridor, away from the incoming steps of the Council members.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

And the doors slid close, Obi-Wan unable to open them once more. The silence in the room seemed isolating now.
  
“Master Koon, Master Windu.” Obi-Wan feigned nonchalant surprise. The two Jedi Masters had opened the door to his personal but lavish cell not a mere minute after Quinlan had left.

“Obi-Wan.” Koon greeted, a softness in his tone. “How have you been?”

Master Windu carefully searched the small room as Master Koon took up the pleasantries. Obi-Wan could not understand why Master Windu inspected everything around him,

he

was the one who had locked Obi-Wan inside in the first place.

“I have been well, Master Koon.” Obi-Wan said, making a show of not watching Master Windu. “Would you like some tea? I made it recently.”

“Were you expecting company?” Master Windu cut in. His voice, sharp and accusing.

Obi-Wan swallowed, his eyes flickering to the extra cup of tea, no longer steaming but still freshly poured still next to his own drunken cup.

“Ah,” Obi-Wan stalled. “I suppose old habits are hard to kill.”

The tension was palpable, heavy on their shoulders. Both Masters knew he was lying. With the Force inhibitors on his wrists, Obi-Wan was unable to mold any shields around himself. His mind was an open and vulnerable book to those who knew how to read it.

But, alas, neither of them could say anything. Obi-Wan was no longer a Jedi, he didn’t need to uphold the code any longer. And to accuse Obi-Wan without sufficient information would be

very

un-Jedi like. So Master Windu kept his peace, and they all kept the fake pleasantries.

“I see.” Master Koon said. “So I hope you don’t mind if I have it?”

“Of course not,” Obi-Wan nodded and Master Koon picked up the cup. “Would you like some, Master Windu?”

Master Windu had stopped his search and now stood near the door. His arms folded over his chest, and furrow in his brows that almost seemed nonexistent.

He shook his head, “I am not one for tea.” and the room delved into a small silence.

Refilling his own cup of tea, Obi-Wan brought it close to his lips. Inhaling the incense of the leaves, calming his mind and easing his nerves. He waited for one of them to speak and Obi-Wan feared the worst because of it.

Obi-Wan found himself tugging on his bond with Anakin, or at least trying to. Looking down at his cuffs he knew it was futile. The bond was just out of his reach and it unnerved him. To have something he cradled close to his chest for years suddenly became a hair's breadth too far made him uncomfortable. He knew he had grown too reliant on his bond with Anakin during the war, but it was his only solace when surrounded by the corpses.

“The Mandalorians have accepted our offer.” There it was. Obi-Wan felt his heart sink, felt whatever hope he had crushed. He had known this was coming yet he still felt defeated all the same.

“I see…” Obi-Wan took a sip of his tea, the familiar warmth doing nothing to comfort him.

Master Windu came closer to the table, his eyes keenly watching Obi-Wan’s reactions. “You are to leave in three days' time.”

“So soon?” Obi-Wan’s heart pulled taunt and he was unable to stop the wavering in his voice.

“The Mandalorians would have argued it isn’t soon enough.” Master Windu said.

Obi-Wan must have looked confused for Master Koon explained. “They had wanted you on a ship by the end of today’s cycle, if it were not for Master Yoda to convince them otherwise.”

“Master Yoda was right. It would have been rash to send you to the outer rim without the protection and appropriate safety precautions.” Master Windu said, a hint of pride in his tone.

Master Koon must have realized that this was no comfort for Obi-Wan.

“I understand this must not be easy for you, Obi-Wan, to have your entire life suddenly change. But, if it is any easier, know that you are doing the Republic an unpayable debt.” Master Koon said. “With the Mandalorians' aid in the war, the Republic will be assured victory. No more clones nor Jedi will have to needlessly die any longer.”

It brought Obi-Wan no comfort.

“Thank you, Master Koon, for your reassurances.” Master Koon smiled at him. Obi-Wan preferred death than to become a Mandalorians pleasure slave.

But he also knew that if there was a singular chance to save Anakin in any way, to give Anakin a life without war, Obi-Wan would give it. And because of that, he would go to the Mandalorians willingly. He would do as they say and he would not complain. For if they saved Anakin’s life, that was a debt that Obi-Wan would never be able to repay. 
  
Obi-Wan paced the small floorspace he had. He has grown used to the cuffs on his wrists, slowly adapting how he moved his arms to accommodate them. And he grew used to not feeling the living Force around him, no longer feeling as uneasy and he used to. The days passed and he soon started to forget the feeling of the thrum of the Force.

One thing he was unable to forget was the feeling of the Bond. He tugged on it endlessly, disheartened every time he felt nothing in return. It burned too closely to the feeling of abandonment.

This time, not even tea, could sway his thoughts peacefully. The window that gave him a view of the Coruscant skyscrapers only made him realize how trapped he truly was. And with only one day left before he left for Mandalore, the more he realized he was never going to be free again.

After the revelation, Obi-Wan had slumped to the ground, his bones and muscles weak in the face of reality. Not even Yoda’s visit had lifted him up.

Obi-Wan’s life was over.

This was his death.

He was sure that the isolation was getting to him. The addition of suddenly going cold turkey on his suppressants, Obi-Wan was not having a good time.

He didn’t know how much his Omegan instincts would affect him. But now, without his suppressants, he found himself needy. Found himself whining, and keening, noticing how much the room smelled of danger. It smelled of cleaning chemicals that were harsh on his nose. And most notably, was how nothing smelled like Anakin, how he didn’t even smell of Anakin. That was the most destressing of all.

And as the days wore on and the suppressants became flushed out of his body, Obi-Wan truly started to realize how much of an Omega he really was.

Lazing on the bed, Obi-Wan laid cushioned and surrounded by pillows and blankets. All of which smelled of him, a feat that had taken him several hours of valiant work.

The door opened and Obi-Wan startled to sit up. Quickly tightening the robe around him, cursing himself for not putting on more formal clothing. But he hadn’t been expecting guests. He had planned to sulk in solitude until he was shipped off to the Mandalorians.

Quinlan stood standing under the doorframe, his eyes slightly wide in shock, blatantly scenting the air. His brows furrowing as his had turned into a white knuckled fist on the wall, leaning his weight into it.

“Quinlan…?”

Then Obi-Wan saw the growing bulge in Quinlan’s pants. And Anakin burst through the door, his eyes almost frantic as he searched the room before landing on Obi-Wan’s form on the bed.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin said, immediately nearing closer as he inspected Obi-Wan, looking for any signs of injury.

Obi-Wan couldn’t tear his gaze away from Quinlan, shock mixing in with nausea as he looked at Quinlan under a new light. They both knew he was hard from Obi-Wan’s mere scent.

Quinlan cleared his throat, not even chastising Anakin for pushing him. Quinlan couldn’t even meet Obi-Wan’s eye. “You two have twenty minutes.”

And the door closed behind him.

Anakin watched him leave before drawing his attention back to Obi-Wan. “Master!” Anakin said, his excitement dwindling as he finally scented the air. “You smell...” He said far more somber, a darkened gaze in his eyes.

Obi-Wan shuffled further away, closer to the wall. The pillows and blankets plush under his weight. Suddenly keenly aware that even though Anakin was with Padme, he was still unmated, and Obi-Wan was an unmated omega without any suppressants. Weak against the world around him.

Anakin took a step forward. Obi-Wan pressed his back to the wall. Anakin was heavily scenting the air, eyes glazed as he moved on instinct. Closer and closer towards Obi-Wan.

Swallowing, Obi-Wan tracked how Anakin’s eyes followed the bob of his throat. Obi-Wan wished Quinlan hadn’t closed the door, locking the both of them inside.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan hesitantly said.

Anakin didn’t seem to hear him, his hand laying on the bed now, slowly crawling closer towards Obi-Wan. Tossing a pillow to the side, Anakin watched him with predator-like eyes.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan reprimanded, fear lacing his words. Head bowed to protect his throat as his hands dug into the sheet underneath him.

Finally, that managed to snap Anakin from his daze. He shook his head. Clear conscious filtering through his eyes as he became aware of their precarious position.

“I–Master, I’m sorry, I–” Anakin couldn’t seem to find the words.

Obi-Wan said nothing, carefully and fearfully watching Anakin’s movement. He’s never feared his Padawan until now. Now, he realized their biological differences, and it frightened him. Obi-Wan was defenseless against an Alpha’s wants. No Force to call upon and no lightsaber to protect him.

“It’s just–” Anakin continued on. “You smell really fucking good, Master. So fucking sweet. Like…brown sugar.”

Contrary to his words, Anakin was unsticking himself from the bed with clear effort. Taking small step after small step away from Obi-Wan. And Obi-Wan found himself able to breathe again. His heart racketting against his ribs.

Obi-Wan saw how Anakin swallowed down the Alpha’s venom that salivated at the tip of his fangs.

The room was silent. Anakin taking the time to look around the room. His durasteel hand tightening into a fist at his side. Appreciating the view from the window. And Obi-Wan used the time to calm his mind.

Nothing happened.

He repeated it like a mantra.

Nothing Happened. Nothing Happened. So calm down.

Anakin toyed with the sleeve of his robe, still keeping his eyes distracted as he observed the room. Taking particular interest in the tea cups and kettle.

“Did I do something wrong?” Anakin asked, his voice suddenly teary raw.

Obi-Wan’s head spun, whiplash, mind flashing to those moments not even seconds ago. But he knew Anakin wasn’t talking about that. “What–”

“I can’t feel you through our bond, Master.” His voice cracked. Anakin hasn’t called him ‘Master’ this much in years. “It’s like you're

gone.”

He instantly remembered the cuffs on his wrists. He brought them forward to his lap. The tinkling of the metal quickly catching Anakin’s attention. He stared at them quizzically.

“What are they?” Anakin asked, stopping himself from coming any closer and Obi-Wan realized he was keeping a distance, as well as controlling his breathing. Making sure not to scent the room.

“Force inhibitors.” Obi-Wan mindlessly said.

“What.” Anakin said, his voice hard and straining but Obi-Wan knew the anger wasn’t directed towards him.

“Dear one, it’s not that I blocked our bond, it’s that I can’t reach it.”

Anakin snarled, throwing the tea kettle and cups to the wall in his fury. Obi-Wan wondered if his scent could cause an Alpha to suddenly become volatile like this. Anakin was switching between emotions so fast, Obi-Wan couldn’t keep up. Some part of him feared Anakin because of it. He was unstable.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan shouted, mourning the loss of his tea. Looking at the shattered remnants of Anakin’s rage.

“How could they do this to you!” Anakin demanded, irritation controlling him. “How could they treat you like this! You are a Jedi Master! A general! H-How can they treat you like some criminal!”

Obi-Wan didn’t fear Anakin’s fury, he stood from the bed. Quickly making his way towards Anakin, laying a hand on his shoulder as he tried to calm him. Fruitlessly trying to send calming thoughts through the bond.

“Anakin, anger is not the answer. It will get you nowhere.” Obi-Wan said, “It won’t change the council’s action. What has happened has happened.”

“That doesn't mean it makes it right! I should kill the council for what they’ve done.” The light made his eyes almost flicker yellow.

“Anakin! Don’t say things like that.”

“Why, Master? If they’ve already put you in

Force inhibitors,

what's stopping them from selling you like some

pet.”

Anakin saw the surprise, the hurt, that flashed through Obi-Wan.

“They haven’t, right? Master?” Anakin grew soft suddenly. Begging that he had been wrong. That Obi-Wan wasn’t going to be taken away from him.

Obi-Wan was unable to look at Anakin, not wanting to see the pain that would undoubtedly course through Anakin’s eyes. “I am to be given to the Mandalorians.”

“What.”

It was so quiet. So tense around them. Waiting for the dam to break open, the cracks already showing.

“In exchange for the Mandalorians' cooperation against the separatists, I am to be given to them.” Obi-Wan said. Voice so soft and serene he wondered if Anakin had heard him.

“No.” Anakin stated. “Y-you can’t,

they

can’t do this. You’re a Jedi, Obi-Wan. They can’t just give one of their own away like that.

It goes against their precious code.”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan licked his dry lips as he tried to find the right words. “I’m…not a Jedi any longer.”

Obi-Wan heard the white noise in his ears from the silence, heard how his blood rushed through his ears and through his temples.

“You’re lying.

Tell me,

you’re lying, Master.”

Obi-Wan glanced out the window just to avoid Anakin’s eyes. Obi-Wan tried to steel his voice for the both of them. To be strong enough for the both of them. “The council renounced me from the order. I’m not a Jedi anymore, now, I’m just an

omega.”

Anakin merely stared at him with an unreadable expression before he stumbled. His legs gave out and he had to hold himself up by the wall. Pushing away Obi-Wan’s hands that were trying to help him.

“Don’t.” Anakin sterned, smacking his hands away from him. Obi-Wan watched as realization crossed Anakin’s face. Anakin pushed himself on to his own two feet. That realization morphed into morbid acceptance. Obi-Wan stepped a few paces away, knowing not to crowd Anakin. That acceptance turned dark.

Obi-Wan didn’t need the Force bond to know Anakin was about to do something stupid. But he begged he had the bond to know what Anakin was thinking. Obi-Wan didn’t like the look on his Padawan’s face.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan tried.

Anakin didn’t seem to hear him, hell-bent on something that Obi-Wan had no clue about. Obi-Wan had no choice but to grab at Anakin’s steel arm. This finally caught his attention.

Anakin stared at him, eyes downcasted and dark. “He was right. I didn’t want to believe him but…” Was all Anakin said. His eyes going soft as he looked down at Obi-Wan. “I can’t lose you.”

Quinlan opened the door, words ready at his lips but were silenced when he saw Anakin already waiting at the door, gaze threatening and menacing.

“What? Anakin! Just Wait–”

Anakin had shouldered his way out of the door, dragging a protesting Quinlan behind them. And before Obi-Wan could reach the door, Anakin slammed his fist on the keypad. Once more locking Obi-Wan inside.

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Obi-Wan had been forcibly dressed in an appropriate Omegan manner. Clothing that was embarrassingly revealing, and what cloth did cover him was almost transparent. Obi-Wan was sure he would have been less ashamed if he had gone nude instead.

Gold chains adorned his collarbone and shoulders. Blue and white silk gracing his more Omegan figure, adding emphasis on his waist. Even adding small, delicate braids to his hair. And that simple fact only cemented the fact that he was no longer a Jedi.

Looking himself in the mirror, Obi-Wan could only see softness. Weakness. Omega. His clothes were horribly fitted for battle, they would most likely be the cause of his defeat.

The frail chains that were meant for accessory were there to solidify a collar around his neck.

The lack of suppressants made his scent uncontrollable. His emotions would be easily read by those around him because of the Force inhibitors. Obi-Wan was vulnerable in all the ways there was.

Obi-Wan hadn’t cried since Qui-Gon’s death, years ago. But now, as he looked at himself in the mirror, he wanted to sob. To rip the pins out of his hair, to tear the silken dress from his body.

How could he be reduced to this?

A droid took him by the arm, carefully leading him out of the room he had inhabited for the past few days. It was refreshing to be able to leave. But a deeper part of him ached to leave the familiarity behind. That room was where he had felt a semblance of safety in.

He had unknowingly built a nest there. And now he was never to return. Never to return to the temple, and most likely Coruscant. He would spend the rest of his life at the whims of the Mandalorians in the Outer Rim. The thought was soul crushing.

A troop of five clones flanked them as they walked the hallways. They said nothing, gave nothing away. Their guns safely positioned over their chest.

If Obi-Wan hadn’t spent years living alongside them he wouldn’t have noticed a difference. But there was, the clones walked too rigidly. Too droid-like.

Something was wrong. Even he could feel it without the Force.

The droid kept his arm in a steady grip as they continued to walk. They passed no other Jedi or Padawan. The Temple was eerily empty.

They took a direct route to the hangar. There, Master Koon waited for them. His hands tucked into his robe, lightsaber clipped to his waist. His posture serene and calm, Obi-Wan halted at the sight.

The droid whirred at his side, tugging him forward, and Obi-Wan stumbled. The clones didn’t even flinch at the notion. That only solidified Obi-Wan’s suspicions.

He kept a wary eye around him. “Master Koon,” Obi-Wan greeted, and then a few seconds later. “Where is everyone?”

Master Koon cocked his head to the side. “There has been an emergency meeting with the council.” Master Koon explained. “I am to be your escort to Mandalore.”

Obi-Wan nodded, turning his eyes away from Master Koon, feeling uncomfortable at the way Master Koon inspected him through the clothes that adorned him.

The clones suddenly spurred into action, two of them stayed at his side alongside Master Koon and the droid, as the other three walked up the ramp of the ship. Disappearing inside as they searched it.

From Obi-Wan’s knowledge the ship was more of a luxury ship. Used by political ambassadors. Guns didn’t line the outside of the ship, and Obi-Wan didn’t think its shields would be designed to withhold battle.

Taking a hold of his breathing, Obi-Wan felt antsy. Shuffling his feet where he stood. Something was wrong. It was practically screaming at him.

The clones came back, standing in position on the ramp, but neither of the clones near him moved. Neither did the droid.

Then the clones raised their weapons, raised them behind Master Koon’s back and Obi-Wan didn’t have time to yell. Master Koon fell to the ground. The clones fired round after round directly into his back. Lightsaber still clipped on his waist. Blood pooled around him, his face obscured by the ground.

Obi-Wan gasped as he tried to wretch himself from the droid’s hold, fearing he would be next. But before he could get far, the two clones took him by each arm, replacing the droid’s grip with an even harsher hold.

And then the screaming started. Unable to move from where he was held, Obi-Wan could only twist his neck towards the door. Screams. Screams of pain, of death, emanated from behind the closed doors.

The clones were seemingly unbothered. The three that had killed Master Koon stepped off the ship, shutting the ramp behind them as they circled around Obi-Wan. Guns raised and pointed at the doors and they did not move.

Obi-Wan swallowed. Mind rushing with too many thoughts to think coherently. The cuffs keeping him from the Force, making Obi-Wan blind to what was happening. He knew the scream must be Jedi, could very well be Padawans as well.

Obi-Wan feared for Anakin. He feared for Quinlan and his Padawan. He feared for the entire temple. His first thought was that the Separatists had infiltrated Coruscant, that they had managed to storm the temple. Yet it didn’t coincide with the fact that the clones killed Master Koon.

A new vigor rose within him. He wretched himself free from one of the clone's hand, quickly attempting to pry the other clone’s hand off from him. The three clowns with their weapons raised did not even turn at Obi-Wan’s attempt.

Their helmets locked straight ahead at the door. Obi-Wan stumbled to the ground, swiftly pushing himself up, preparing to run directly towards the other exit on the other side of the hangar.

The door violently hissed open and Obi-Wan’s attention was stolen. An injured Padawan staggered inside, her eyes wide and fearful. She held her arm that bled at the shoulder as her hands trembled to continue to hold her lightsaber. She didn’t even have time to react before the clones shot her through the head.

She fell to the ground with a thud, just like Master Koon had. Unknowing as to what had caused their death.

Obi-Wan had screamed, his voice raw enough to strain. The clones already had him back in their clutches when Obi-Wan managed to gather himself. They forced him on his knees, hands on his thighs as he was made to stare at the Padawan’s body.

Obi-Wan could faintly recognize her. He had enjoyed visiting the younglings whenever he could squeeze in the time. He was sure he had taught her at some point. Her green twi’lek marks familiar in his mind.

He hadn’t even realized tears streamed tracks down his cheeks. Already knowing that the Jedi were dying within the temples. And as screams tapered off, Obi-Wan knew it was no cause to celebrate. The Jedi, his family, were being murdered. Obi-Wan glanced at the clones that surrounded him, they were dying at the hands of the clones.

Hanging his head in defeat, Obi-Wan knew there was nothing he could do. Cuffed and chained, kneeling at the clones’ feet. His blue silk clothes getting stained with grime and ship oil. Obi-Wan wondered if the reason the clones weren’t killing was because he was no longer a Jedi. Or if there was an ulterior motive.

The clones were guarding him, not letting anyone enter the hangar. Clear evidence lying a few yards away. The blood had finally stopped growing around her corpse. It had turned stale. He didn’t even dare to turn his head and look at Master Koon’s own corpse.

His knees had grown sore and tired when the hangar doors hissed open again. The clones didn’t unquestionably shoot this time, they raised their guns in alert but they did not shoot.

“Where is he!”

Obi-Wan’s head darted up, his eyes finding Anakin immediately. His breath stuttered, for it did not look like Anakin. But Obi-Wan would recognize him anywhere, even if he was covered in blood and eyes golden yellow, kin to that of snakes. Obi-Wan simply did not want to believe it was Anakin.

The clones lowered their guns, straightening themselves as they stood in attention. Anakin strided forward, his gaze dark and murderous.

Obi-Wan could stare at nothing except Anakin’s eyes. The proof burned within him as betrayal as he stared into the golden eyes of a sith.

“A-Anakin…?” Obi-Wan begged it was not

his

Anakin. That it was some imposter posing as Anakin. “What have you done?”

Even Obi-Wan wouldn’t be able to believe his own foolish delusions.

Anakin stood over him, the clones had long released him from their hold. Obi-Wan had unknowingly stayed on his knees willingly.

There was no regret, no guilt, in his voice as he spoke, perhaps even a hint of pride. “I killed them,” he stated. “I killed them all.”

Obi-Wan softly gasped at the admission.

“I did it for you, Obi-Wan.” Anakin said. “For us.” He reiterated.

He lowered himself to Obi-Wan’s eye level, cupping his cheek with blood stained leather gloves. Obi-wan couldn’t find it in himself to flinch at the warmth, too consumed by Anakin’s eyes. They were loved filled, it almost spilled at the sides.

“I wouldn’t let them take you away from me.” Anakin said, utter adoration lacing his voice like some sick poison. Then he noticed the clothes that Obi-Wan wore. Love turning into lust.

“You’re finally mine.”

Anakin admitted to himself, voice so soft Obi-Wan almost didn’t hear him.

Those were the words that caused a shiver to run down Obi-Wan’s spine.

Anakin stood up again, his voice commanding as he focused on the clones around them. “You two, take the bodies with the others. The rest of you, follow me.”

The two clones that previously held him, lifted Obi-Wan from the ground. Obi-Wan doubted his legs would be able to hold him up. His entire body felt weak. Pained grief racked his entire being. And Obi-Wan was finally glad that the cuffs kept him from the Force. He knew he would not be able to live with himself if he was exposed to the pain of the Jedi around him.

How many have died? How many had Anakin killed? His own Padawan…Obi-Wan raised the person who destroyed the Jedi order. Obi-Wan had given his life to the order, and he was the reason behind its fall.

Obi-Wan fell to the ground. Hand splayed on the duracrete underneath him. It felt unnaturally cold on his palm.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin said, clear worry and panic in his tone. “Are you alright? Are you hurt.” His voice trailed into darker territories as he spoke.

Obi-Wan truly realized the extent of Anakin’s anger now. It was an untamable, vicious thing. Obi-Wan should have realized sooner, if he had, how many could he have saved?

Anakin placed a gentle hand on his lower back, fingers touching the soft skin of his spine, allowing Obi-Wan to lay his weight on Anakin’s side. “Come, my love, let me get you to safety.”

Obi-Wan’s mind short-circuited.

“Love?”

Anakin tensed underneath him, but he said nothing in return. Obi-Wan was far too tired to demand for answers.

As they walked through the corridors of the Temple, Obi-Wan had expected blood and corpses to line the floor, but there was nothing. The hall was speckled clean, it was as if nothing had happened. As if nothing was wrong. But the screams were far too fresh in Obi-Wan’s ears to allow him that delusion.

They walked until they reached the dormitories. Obi-Wan ignored the possessive hand on the back of his neck. He ignored the squadron of clones that followed them, guns secured around, ready to shoot. He ignored the stillness of the temple.

Anakin placed his hand on the keypad, Obi-Wan hadn’t noticed where they were until the door slid open. It was their room. Their old one at least. It had been Qui-Gon’s room before his death, and after this death, Obi-Wan was the one who inherited it. It was the room where Anakin grew up in. It was the room where Obi-Wan had raised him.

Obi-Wan stalled at the door. “Anakin…” His voice teetered. Anakin did not push him and the clones stayed at Anakin’s heel. “W-What are we doing here?”

Anakin looked down at him. His eyes glinting, he ushered Obi-Wan inside. The room was bare, no one had moved in after both Anakin and Obi-Wan had moved out after Anakin’s knighting.

“You’ll be safe here.” Anakin said. Placing Obi-Wan on the couch. The windows were shut and the room seemed to have a layer of dust caked on it.

Anakin motioned for one of the guards to come in, the rest stayed put outside the door, guarding it. The door hissed shut.

“Anakin, please, don’t do this.” Obi-Wan pleaded. He wasn’t exactly aware of what he was pleading for, but he pleaded nonetheless.

He pleaded for Anakin to stop this. To tell him it was all some horrible joke. That the council wasn’t dead. That the young Padawan dead in the hangar was just some actor. That the screams weren’t real. That Anakin’s eyes weren’t truly yellow.

“I’ll be back for you, I promise.” Anakin said. Already detaching himself from Obi-Wan’s side with great effort. “I just need to do something else, I’ll make it quick, I swear. And once I return we will talk and I will explain everything.”

Obi-Wan felt his panic override him. “No!” He shouted, tugging at his sleeve harshly.

The clones acted on instinct, he raised the tip of his gun towards Obi-Wan’s head. The threat of death heavy in the air.

Anakin raged instantly. His hand stretched out as his palm splayed open towards the clones. The Force acted upon his whims and the clone was thrown to the wall. Causing wreckage of the small chair near the kitchen before his body hit the wall. His armor cracked on the duracrete wall.

“Do not raise your gun at him!” Anakin screamed, his eyes pools of molten gold. His mouth, a disturbing snarl. And the scent. Obi-Wan felt himself suffocate in the scent. Made him want to bare his throat in submission, to calm the angered Alpha in front of him.

Obi-Wan only tilted his head to the side, baring the line of his throat and nothing more. The clones writhed in pain on the wall. Anakin seemed to derive pleasure from the act.

“Anakin! Stop! Please.” Obi-Wan bargained. His whine caught the unrelenting attention of Anakin. The clone’s dropped into a pile on the floor.

“Shh,” Anakin hushed him, brushing away the tears that Obi-Wan didn’t know were there. “It’s okay, he won’t hurt you. I won’t let any of them hurt you, my love.”

Obi-Wan grabbed the wrist of Anakin’s hand. “Padawan, please, what has gotten into you. Please, Anakin, what has happened.”

Anakin’s golden eyes grew cold, the hand on Obi-Wan’s cheek turned harsh. His fingers pressing into the side of his jaw. “I am not a Padawan any longer, Obi-Wan.” The grip turned bruising. “Do not treat me as one.”

Obi-Wan swallowed the fear in his mouth. The Omegan whine that escaped him felt unnatural to him.

Anakin released him quickly, an unspoken apology in his eyes.

“I will keep you safe, my Omega.”

The doors open unprompted and two of the clones rushed inside, swift in their work to drag the unconscious body of the clone out of the room. Anakin watched them, looming over his shoulder.

Obi-Wan felt it in the pit of his stomach, he felt as reality sunk deep into his bones. “You’re a sith.”

Anakin did not meet his gaze but instead placed a heavy hand on his shoulder, pushing aside the golden chains to rub small circles on the tip of his shoulder. Obi-Wan realizing that Anakin was trying to comfort him.

Obi-Wan found it hard to breathe. Eyes burning as his cuffed hands dug into his thigh. “I’ve failed.”

Anakin gripped his shoulder tighter, durasteel fingers causing bruises under his skin. “My Love, no–”

Obi-Wan twisted where he sat. Tracks of tears streamed down his cheek. “I have failed you, Anakin. I have failed you. Please,” his cuffed hands gripped at Anakin’s forearms. “Please forgive me, I’m so sorry, Anakin. Please, for–”

“No,” Anakin kneeled in front of Obi-Wan. His eyes, full of pain at seeing Obi-Wan’s own suffering. Gently caressing the tears off Obi-Wan’s face. “I am not your failure, my love. Do not think that.”

Obi-Wan gasped through his breathing, falling into Anakin’s comforting hand on his cheek. Its warmth bringing serenity, the room bringing old, fond memories. It was hard for Obi-Wan not to fall down the rabbit hole of false comfort.

They had always had each other, and yet Obi-Wan felt the burning sensation of betrayal all the same. He could not fathom the reason for Anakin’s betrayal. He could not understand why Anakin had done this, to the order, to his friends, to him.

Obi-Wan had given Anakin everything he could. He gave the Force’s son all that he had within him. Obi-Wan gave him his Master, he gave him his life, his time, his teachings. Obi-Wan had given Anakin all the love he had. Anakin still demands more.

“I’ll return soon, my love.”

And Anakin left him.
  
Obi-Wan had sat, unmoving, from where Anakin had placed him for hours. He could not find it in himself to move, he could not even try. He felt drained. Exhausted beyond what he could manage. It was crushing him from the outside.

Not even Master Qui-Gon’s death had caused such an emotional rise like this. But the mere fact that Anakin was a part of this made Obi-Wan vulnerable. If it had been anyone else, if Master Fisto or Master Windu had betrayed the order like this, Obi-Wan would not have shed a single tear. He would not have fallen to his knees in grief. But Anakin. Anakin had the ability to weaken him more than anything else in the galaxy. Only he held the power to completely destroy Obi-Wan Kenobi.

So Obi-Wan waited for Anakin to return, he stayed where he had been placed. Watching for the door to hiss open and for Anakin to walk inside. For him to return. Even after all Anakin’s done, even with his Sith eyes and blood on his clothes, Obi-Wan could not hate him.

He yearned for him.

He wrongfully wanted Anakin’s voice in his ear, his scent on his nose. His presence at his side. He wanted Anakin to return. He wanted it all to return to how it was. Before the council found out he was an Omega, before the War, before Master Qui-Gon’s death. Back to when it was just nine-year old Anakin Skywalker and him, both of them smiling as they met.

He knew he would have never been a good master. He had never been a good Jedi. His attachments were always so strong. He cared for Master Qui-Gon more than he should’ve. To a good Jedi, death should never impact them, but Obi-Wan had felt despair and hatred when the Sith had struck him down.

And Obi-Wan had grown attached to Anakin. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to. And he passed down his sin of attachment to Anakin. He had even encouraged it, he had seen the love between Padme and Anakin. He had turned a blind eye with a smile on his lips.

This was the consequence. He caused Anakin’s fall, and his fall turned the love Anakin had into something twisted and dark.

Obi-Wan was to blame for the Jedi’s destruction. He would never be able to repent for what he’s done.

Comotion from the other side of the door raised Obi-Wan’s attention. He did not startle, for death no longer scared him. He had nothing to keep living for and nothing to die for. He was stuck in a purgatory.

Blasters sounded, yelling, commands being shouted by frenzied clones. It all abruptly ended and all was left the unmistakable burning of air that a lightsaber could create. Obi-Wan wondered if Jedis still lived, he wondered if they could still escape Anakin.

The door opened. Padme stood there, her hair wild and her clothes skewed around her pregnant belly. Obi-Wan saw it odd to see a gun in the peaceful senator’s hand. The clones’ bodies at her feet.

Ahsoka stood behind her, his lightsaber on and burning, underneath stood the scorched armor piece of a clone. She looked shocked at what she had done.

“Padme?” Obi-Wan said.

Padme’s eyes widened from shock to relief. “You’re really here.” She breathed out.

Ahsoka shook herself out of her stupor. “Master!” She rushed into the room, coming to wrap her arms around his neck. She was crying into the nook of his neck. “We feared you were dead.”

Padme looked around the room, clearly scenting, she noted the clothes, the frail chains he wore. “You’re really an Omega.” She whispered.

Obi-Wan tried to hide his shame within Ahsoka’s hug. His own fear spiking when Ahsoka pulled away, her hands tight on his shoulders. Wincing when she pressed pressure when Anakin’s grip had once been. Ahsoka easily felt his fear in the Force, brows furrowing at his lack of mental shields.

“I don’t care.” She declared. Padme stood watching farther away. “I don’t care that you're an Omega, you’re still my Master and nothing will change that. I Swear.”

Obi-Wan sniffled into her shoulder, pulling her closer into a hug. “Thank you, young one.”

Padme inched closer, “We thought the Sith had managed to kill you.” Ahsoka peeled herself from Obi-Wan’s side. “Then we heard some clones talk how the Sith captured a Jedi, keeping him locked up in one of the dormitories. We knew we had to try and help them, whoever they were…”

“I thank you,” Obi-Wan said. “But neither of you should be in the Temple. It’s far too dangerous.”

Ahsoka vehemently shook her head. “We can take care of ourselves. The senator is surprisingly a good shot.”

“Ahsoka is right, Obi-Wan. We’re not leaving if there's still a chance we can help.”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brows.

This is not what he meant.

“And we still need to find Anakin.” Ahsoka said.

His world stopped.

They didn’t know.

Obi-Wan realized.

They didn’t know Anakin was the Sith that was killing the Jedi.

They mistook his realization as fear filled worry.

“Obi-Wan, I know my Anakin, he’s still alive.” Padme said. “He has to be.” She said quieter, softer.

“I know.” Obi-Wan said, suddenly scared to tell him what he knows.

“You’ve seen him?” Ahsoka asked, hope heavy in her tone.

Obi-Wan clenched his jaw, he didn’t want to be the one to tell them. It was an impossible burden, to watch how their faces would fall. Perhaps they might not even believe him, call him a liar, tell him Anakin would never do such a thing.

“Anakin has fallen.” Obi-Wan said. “He is the Sith.”

The room was silent. Neither of the women moved. They were unable to process.

“No.” Ahsoka said. “Skyguy wouldn’t do this, not this.” She whispered, pain, betrayal evident in her voice. Obi-Wan could understand her, he had felt the same.

But he watched Padme more, he feared her reaction far more. But she said nothing and like the perfect politician she is, her face gave nothing away.

Heavy footfalls began to echo throughout the wall. Growing nearer and louder.

“We need to go,” Padme said.

“Now.

We’ll find Anakin and we’ll talk to him. But tight now we need to get somewhere safe.” She told Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan nodded, finally finding something to motivate him to stand upon shaky legs. Ahsoka helped him stand straight. Padme maneuvered the gun carefully towards her chest, ready to fire at any given moment.

“Where’s your lightsaber?” Ahsoka asked him, her voice quiet so they could hear which way the footsteps approached.

Obi-Wan hesitated. Some part of him didn’t want to tell her that he was no longer a Jedi. That the council had him removed, that they had taken his lightsaber.

“The council took it.” He admitted.

“What?”

Blaster bolts were being fired upon them as they left the room. Ahsoka getting distracted by blocking the bolts with her lightsaber, it took all of her concentration.

Padme took him by the arm. “C’mon!”

She occasionally fired shots behind her, giving Ahsoka enough cover for her to run and rejoin them. They traversed the Temple halls, Obi-Wan found it difficult to run with the silk clothes. But they managed to lose the clones within the corners rather quickly. Ahsoka panted when they slowed down to a small stop.

“We need to find Anakin.” Padme stated. Her eyes determined and Ahsoka couldn’t disagree with her. Obi-Wan was the only one to hesitate. “Do you know where he is?” Obi-Wan was asked.

Obi-Wan shook his head. “No, he didn’t tell me where he was going, only that he needed to go do something.”

Padme’s face fell slightly. “O-Okay,

we’ll find him.

And when we do we convince him to see reason. And we put an end to all this.

“But first, we need to alert everyone what is happening.” Padme finished.

Ahsoka nodded. “Communications! It shouldn’t be far from here.”

“Ahsoka’s right, if we can get to the communication center, we’ll be able to contact every Jedi across the galaxy.”

“Lead the way, then.” Padme said.

Taking charge, her lightsaber still in hand and burning, she ran down the hall. Obi-Wan and Padme falling into step behind her. They managed to run for a while without seeing anyone else, no clones but alas, no Jedi. Their bodies nowhere to be found either.

Although, soon enough their luck ran out. Two squadrons of clones closing in on them. The clones shouted at them to stop, firing shots at them when they kept their running pace.

Padme and Ahsoka were swifter than Obi-Wan had been and he was tackled down by one the clones that had snuck up on him. They tumbled to the floor. His golden chains pressing into his skin painfully.

“Master!” Ahsoka screamed, halting her running.

“Run!” Obi-Wan commanded, he would not allow Ahsoka to be captured as well. “Run!” He struggled against the clone that held him.

Padme stared back at him, a sorrowful gaze in her eyes before she took Ahsoka by the arm. Pulling her alongside her as they continued to run. Obi-Wan being enough of a distraction to allow them to get away.

The clone tumbled with him was rough and mean. The clone’s hands going to his neck to subdue him, Obi-Wan watched as the clone suddenly became stock-still. It was like he was frozen in place as Obi-Wan grappled underneath him.

And in a blink of an eye, the entire squadron of clones became frozen as well, the one holding him unfroze.

“Anakin Skywalker is in the planet Mustafar.”

Obi-Wan ceased his struggles but kept his grip on the hands on his neck, quizzically looking up at the clone that had its hands around his neck. “Why are you telling me this.” He choked out.

He clutched at the hands still tight around his neck, the threat of suffocation far too close for comfort. The clones looked momentarily confused before answering. “An order by Emperor Pa–”

The clone seemed to abruptly shut off, its limp body going lax as it fell to the floor beside Obi-Wan. The rest of the clones still haven’t unfrozen and Obi-Wan took his chance. Pushing the clone's body completely off of him, Obi-Wan stumbled to his feet.

His feet thudded in the halls of the Temple, knowing that the communication center shouldn’t be far. His heart beated just as fast as his mind ran with thoughts. He didn’t understand. Nothing was making sense around him.

Slamming his fists on the door, yelling Ahsoka’s and Padme’s name. The door slid open, Obi-Wan crashed inside.

“You made it!” Ahsoka said, happiness that came from hope being fulfilled in her voice.

“Have you sent the message yet?” Obi-Wan asked.

Ahsoka shook her head. Noting Obi-Wan’s severity and doing the same. “Not yet, give me a few more seconds.”

Obi-Wan turned over to Padme, her face filled with horror as she watched back the holo-recordings. Obi-Wan neared in confusion, suddenly understanding her grief.

It was the security holos of the Temple. Obi-Wan stood at Padme’s side as they watched Anakin slaughter the Jedi council. Obi-Wan’s name on his lips as he killed. They watched as he taunted the holograms of the Jedi who were unable to help their murdered brothers. Anakin smirking when their holograms unexpectedly flickering away, screams of pain the last thing being heard.

And they watched as Anakin leered at Grand Master Yoda, his hologram the last one still on. The rest were gone and the bodies were pools of blood around them. Anakin stood over Yoda’s blue form, a sneer on his lips.

“What do I send?” Ahsoka startled him, her nimble fingers hovering the letters

Obi-Wan stared at the dead bodies of the council members. Obi-Wan hadn’t watched Anakin kill them all, but he saw the aftermath. The complete carnage that was left behind. Obi-Wan barely recognized Master Windu’s own corpse. It was utterly mangled. It hardly looked human. Skull cracked open as brain matter seeped out. Legs were cut off and scattered. Anakin had tortured Master Windu before his death. Fingers burned off, half of his face scorched off.

“Tell them to hide.” Obi-Wan muttered.

Ahsoka looked taken back. “What?”

Obi-Wan couldn’t look at the recordings any longer, Padme continued to watch. “Tell them to Hide!” He shouted. “Tell them to flee, to run, to escape! The Jedi are gone! The Order has fallen.” Obi-Wan finished quieter, defeat consuming.

Ahsoka had tears brimming her eyes but she nodded and returned her attention to the screen in front of her. Obi-Wan felt guilty after yelling at her, but he wasn’t able to dwell on it for much longer.

He shut off the device that showed the recording. Padme didn’t even react, still staring where Anakin’s form had once been.

She flinched when Obi-Wan laid a hand on her shoulder.

“He’s on Mustafar.” Obi-Wan whispered.

Padme blinked her way back to existence. Her voice equally as quiet. “How do you know?”

“I just do.”

She seemed to accept that answer.

“I-I sent it.” Ahsoka said, she stared at her hands numbly.

“Good.” Obi-Wan assured

“We need to get a ship.” Padme interrupted.

Obi-Wan looked at her, trying to understand her. He wasn’t able to get much.

“We’re just going to leave?” Ahsoka asked.

Obi-Wan felt his heart twist. “There’s not much else we can do, Snips.”

She looked ready to argue but something stopped her. Resignation in her slump shoulders told Obi-Wan enough. “So, we go back to the ship then?”

Obi-Wan disagreed. “The hangers have been compromised. We’ll be overrun by clones before we even get the engine started.” His mind flashed to the dead Padawan, blood seeping from the bullet wound.

“Good thing the ship isn’t inside the Temple.”

Obi-Wan furrowed his brows.

Ahsoka continued. “Rex and the others should still be at your apartment, Senator.”

“The clones aren’t on our side, Ahsoka.” Obi-Wan said.

“Rex, Wolfe, and Gregor are.”

“She’s right, Obi-Wan.” Padme said, her gaze still lost and wavering. “They brought Ahsoka to me, they kept us safe.”

Obi-Wan tried to move past his confusion. “Okay, so how do we get out of the Temple?”

“Well it’ll definitely be harder to get out than it was to get in.” 
  
In all actuality, it was fairly simple to leave the empty Jedi Temple. The three of them had only ran into one squadron of clone troopers, and they weren’t exactly vigilant. The three of them managed to slip by easily.

Ahsoka had commed Rex, telling him that they were on their way. And once they were outside of the Temple grounds, blending into the crowds of the people, they disappeared. It was a little harder for Obi-Wan to do so, his clothes marking him as an oddity. But they kept their pace swift and no one stopped them, even when they scented Obi-Wan’s Omgan scent, they were already gone.

The citizens of Coruscant were oblivious as to what has happened within the Jedi Temple.

Padme was narrow minded as she moved. Ahsoka and Obi-Wan were struggling to keep up with her steady pace.

“Master?” Ahsoka called out, still maneuvering through the crowds of people. “I’ve just realized that you are still cuffed.”

“Ah, yes.” Obi-Wan said, mindlessly. “I suppose I will explain it to you when we get to safety.”

Ahsoka didn’t seem satisfied, but Padme was stopping for no one as she walked. She hadn’t even heard of their small conversation. Ahsoka nodded, her eyes steeled, she would make a point to bring it back up later.

Luckily the Senator's apartment building wasn’t far from the Senate building and the Senate building was not far from the Jedi Temple. Gregor awaited them at the entrance.

“General Kenobi!” His eyes showed surprise. “We would’ve thought you had died, General.”

Obi-Wan suppressed his smile. “Have some faith in me, commander.”

Gregor smiled. “Of course, sir.” Then he noticed Obi-Wan’s attire. “Your attire is very…eye-catching, sir.”

“Please, pay it no mind.” Obi-Wan said with a blush. Acutely aware of the skin that was clearly visible. Somehow far more humiliating to be seen like this by men he had fought alongside.

He led them up the glass elevator. Coruscant sky dark purple as night consumed them, the vibrant lights of the city the only thing that kept the world alive.

“Gregor, do you know why the clones have risen against the Jedi? Against the Republic?”

Gregor’s face turned pained, wincing as he spoke. “It is not by choice, sir. The chips in our brain…they make us do things we do not wish to do.”

“Then how is it that you are not controlled?” Obi-Wan asked.

Ahsoka answered. “We took the chips out.” At Obi-Wan’s confusion she explained. “We were on a mission, the four of us, as per my Master’s orders. We found old records of Clone blueprints–we planned to send them back to my Master, but–we were able to remove the chips from them. We were too late to tell everyone else.”

“I see.” Obi-Wan was trying to ignore Padme’s intent stare at the base of his skull. Wanting to chalk it up to stress.

The elevator dinged open. Jar-Jar was pacing the room in an anxious manner, his eyes wide at their entrance. Rex and Wolfe already by their side.

“Let me get you a change of clothes, General.” Gregor said before disappearing down a hall.

Rex nor Wolfe brought it up. “We’re glad you’re all back safe.”

“Anakin is on Mustafar.” Padme said. “I’ll need a ship.”

It took Rex a moment to catch up. “Of course, senator. The ship you’ve arrived on should still be ready for take off.”

“Good,” And she was heading straight up the stairs, they could only watch her in surprise. Padme turned, an irritated look on her face. “Obi-Wan? Are you not coming?”

“Now?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Yes, now.” Her words were curt and sharp.

Gregor at that moment came back, cream and brown colored clothes folded in his arms, he also held a Jedi robe. Obi-Wan recognized it as one of Anakin’s.

“Can I at least change before we leave?”

Padme’s eyes sharpened. “We don’t have time,” Then, as if she regretted her harsh tone. “You can change on the ship.”

“Why are you two talking like we’re not coming?” Ahsoka interrupted.

“Because you aren’t.” Obi-Wan said it with a finality. “You are going to go with Rex and the others, they’re going to get you somewhere safe and away from Coruscant.”

“Sir–” Rex said.

“That is an order.” Obi-Wan said.

The room was silent. Tensions high, but the clones would not argue against him. They still respected him as a General.

“We’ll keep her safe, sir.” Gregor said.

“Thank you.” Obi-Wan let his voice be overwhelmed with softness, a relief in his eyes. It has been a while since someone had listened to his words and cared.

Ahsoka looked at Rex and then back at Obi-Wan. Anger and frustration in her eyes before she realized she would have no say in this. Her fingers inched for the lightsaber in her hands.

Then she resigned herself. A new determination in her eyes. “Fine.” She looked back at the cuffs on Obi-Wan’s wrists. “At least let me uncuff you.”

That brought the attention of everyone in the room.

“No.”

“What?” Ahsoka said.

“Anakin will know if I take them off, and he will know that I have escaped.” Obi-Wan looked over to Padme. “We cannot give him the advantage.”

Even Padme looked hesitant to no uncuff him but she allowed it. The clones looked confused at Anakin’s name and why he would be against Obi-Wan’s escape, but they did not voice their questions.

“Good.” Obi-Wan said. “Then we leave.” He hugged Ahsoka one final time, truly breathing in her scent for the first time in his life. Suppressants had muted his senses. Then he shook hands with the clones, thanking them. “Goodbye, Jar-Jar, stay safe. And may the Force be with you all.” 
  
They were in Hyperspace by the time Obi-Wan had been able to change into the clothes Gregor had given him. He had left the ship on auto-pilot on a direct course towards Mustafar.

Obi-Wan felt far more comfortable underneath the loose robes, beneath the cream colored tunic and mud brown robe where he was able to hide his hands, he felt warm.

He sat alongside Padme on the pilot chairs, both staring out in the streaking lights of Hyperscape.

“I didn’t realize it,” Padme said. “Not at first, and when I did, I didn’t want to believe it.”

Obi-Wan had no clue what she was speaking of.

“You must think me stupid, don’t you, Obi-Wan?”

“What?” Obi-Wan shook his head. “Never. You are one of the smartest people I have met.”

“Do not patronize me, Obi-Wan.” She glared softly over to him, tears brimming her eyes. “I could smell him on you, your pores

drip

with it.”

And then Obi-Wan truly realized what she meant.

Anakin.

“Padme I– Anakin loves

you.

”

She squinted at him through tears. “Perhaps, but he loves

you

more. Not even you can deny that.” She took a breath. “He scent marked you, Obi-Wan, not even

he

would scent me like that.

Not even on our wedding night.

And yet he marks you without hesitation.”

Obi-Wan watched her with wide eyes. “You two are married…?” He couldn’t help the happiness that built within him, the notion that Anakin and Padme had gotten married…

Padme nodded. “A couple months ago, on Naboo.”

“Oh.”

“I am his wife and still he loves you more than I.”

“Padme, no–”

“Yes.” She cut him off. “Obi-Wan, he

fell

for you, he

killed

the council for you.

He put you over the entire Galaxy.

And he won’t even scent mark me.” She was angry. She met his pained eyes.

“Do you blame me for it?” Obi-Wan asked, voice quiet.

“I can’t,” She admitted. “I wish I could, but I can only blame my own ignorance. I had seen it. I saw how he always put you first. How he always wanted to impress you. How he demanded for your attention, and your attention only.

“I didn’t understand why at first, not until I smelled you. You’re an Omega, and I knew…I knew he was only with me because he could not have you.”

“No.” He stated firmly. “He loved you, Padme, he spoke of you for hours. I could feel love through the bond he had for you.” But even Obi-Wan began to question. Perhaps he had misread the love in the bond. Perhaps he had been wrong.

“Did he?” She asked. Then, as if it was a consolidation towards herself. “It doesn't matter anymore, in the end he chose you.”

Obi-Wan didn’t know how to respond, he didn’t know if he should even respond. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings any more than he already had. And any words that came to mind only sounded insensitive, inconsiderate.

“Then why did you come?”

At this, Padme stopped, she blinked. “I-I hoped his love for his children would be enough.”

The ship suddenly jerked to a stop. They exited Hyperspace. Mustafar laid before them.

“We’re here.” Obi-Wan whispered.

Padme didn’t answer as Obi-Wan took the controls of the ship. Carefully finding a landing space on the lava filled planet. Seeing a small settlement of buildings, it looked like it was manufacturing of some sorts, using the lava for production.

Obi-Wan landed, nervous, he hadn’t realized Padme had left the cockpit. He met her at the back of the ship, a blaster in her belt, a tool in her hand.

“Here,” she said, taking Obi-Wan’s cuffed wrists. “He knows we’re here anyway. I don’t want you to be defenseless.”

The tool burned to life, it cut through the cuffs. Releasing him from his cuffs, Obi-Wan felt the sudden push of the Force swarm back into his mind. It made him stumble. And he felt it.

The Bond.

The bond he shared with Anakin was burning bright, far more than it had before. It had turned into something more than just a mere bond.

He couldn’t make sense of it.

Padme pressed a button, the ramp began to lower.

“He’s on his way.” Obi-Wan said as a warning. He could feel Anakin, could almost see through his eyes as he walked out of the dark building.

The ramp was completely lowered before Padme and Obi-Wan stepped onto it. Anakin and his yellow eyes watched them with a fury where he stood.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan said.

“You’re not supposed to be here, my love.”

Padme stepped forward, a hand on her pregnant stomach as she carefully walked down the ramp. They watched her. Her white clothes contrasting against the dark red of the ground, she looked as if she did not belong here.

“Please, Anakin, don’t do this.” She pleaded.

With the Force brimming around him, Obi-Wan could feel the love coming from Padme’s word. Even if she knew she shouldn’t love Anakin, she still did. She loved him with everything she had.

Anakin looked down at her. “You betrayed us.” He coldly said, his eyes passive and heartbreakingly uncaring. “You let the Senate pass the vote. You did nothing to stop them.

You were going to let them take him away from me.”

Obi-Wan felt his heart drop as he realized. Anakin didn’t just blame the Jedi Order, no,

he blamed everyone.

“What?” Padme stuttered out before Anakin had his durasteel hand on her throat. He began to crush it as she writhed in his grip.

Fear pulsed heavily in the Force. Obi-Wan had to stop this, he had to stop Anakin.

He ran down the ramp, leaving a few paces between him and Anakin. Padme was going limp in his clutch.

“Stop this, Anakin!” He yelled.

“Why should I?” He yelled back, but his grip laxed on her throat. “She forced you here,

she

endangered you.” His grip tightened more this time. “She would have taken you away from me, all for her own gain.”

Obi-Wan blinked, mouth slightly agape, he was floundering. “She’s your wife, Anakin.” He tried again.

“She lied to me!” Anakin snarled. “She betrayed me!”

Obi-Wan took a step forward, his hand up in a placating manner. “She was just doing the right thing.”

Anakin looked at him, his brows furrowed and a frown on his face. “No.” He tossed her to the side, she laid still and unconscious. Obi-Wan could not focus on her now.

“Please, dear one, whatever you’ve done, we can fix this.”

There was no fixing this.

“Please, just stop this.”

Anakin gazed at him, Obi-Wan was less than an arm's length away. “Then I would have to live without you.” Anakin realized. His eyes hardened and molten gold swam like snakes.

“And I won’t live without you.”

Obi-Wan barely had time to gasp his surprise as Anakin placed his hand on his neck. Obi-Wan knew he wouldn't be able to fight against Anakin.

Anakin’s hand tightening on the back of his neck and Obi-Wan suddenly felt raw fear scream inside him.

It was taboo at best.

Anakin scruffed him, hard.

It was barbaric and forbidden at worst.

Obi-Wan felt the world go dizzy around him. His knees buckled underneath and he was unable to think coherently. Too many hormones being pumped into his system.

Anakin released him, and still Obi-Wan could not think. Reduced to his most basic levels. He could only feel the tainted love Anakin had for him through their bond and nothing else, not even the warmth of the lava rock on his knees, nor the heat that surrounded him. The bond, the further he delved into the bond the more he saw how wrong it was. It had been twisted and mangled into something unrecognizable.

Obi-Wan’s heart ached with a wail but his mouth could not move enough to form sounds. Only a pitched keen escaped the back of his throat.

And just as quickly as he felt himself start to come back to him. He heard Padme’s screaming and then a blaster being shot. Frantic eyes searched for Anakin as he let out a pained grunt.

“Obi-Wan!” Padme screamed and war trained instincts had Obi-Wan stumbling to his feet and running towards her.

The Force, the bond within him, demanded that he returned to his Alpha’s side, to care for him, to make sure he was alright. But Obi-Wan fought through the haze on his mind. He ran to Padme’s limping side. As he neared the ship he turned to look back at Anakin, unable not to.

Anakin had fallen to one of his knees, his hand being covered in blood as he held his injured shoulder. Padme had shot him. Obi-Wan couldn’t wrap his head around it.

Madness grazed the yellow of his eyes, Anakin was completely snarling. Lips pulled back behind his teeth as fangs protruded. Anakin looked feral.

“Give him back!” He screamed, stumbling back onto his feet just as Obi-Wan had. “I won’t let you take him!”

Padme and Obi-Wan were already on the ramp as it started to rise, they could only watch Anakin in fear. There was a manic in his eyes, something so incredibly dark that Obi-Wan had felt the Force morph around them. It seemed to suck the light, the life, from everything around them.

“I’ll kill you!

I’ll Fucking kill you, Padme!”

His shoulder was drenched in blood, lightsaber still clipped around his waist. His madness had made him lose all thought. The ship began to rise from the ground, preparing to fly out of the atmosphere.

Anakin raised his bloodied hand towards the ship, as if it was a desperate attempt to keep Obi-Wan at his side. Obi-Wan had thought nothing of it, nothing but

guilt, regret, pity,

at watching Anakin like this. But the Force followed the whims of its son.

The ship stuttered to a stop. The engines that had been raising them from the ground fought against the sheer Force that Anakin manipulated. His determination keeping the ship from flying away.

Obi-Wan saw how Anakin strained from the pressure of it. Sweat rolled down his temple as his hand turned into a fist and Obi-Wan felt the ship slowly start to drift back towards Anakin.

Obi-Wan felt nothing but fear consume every cell in his body.

Padme had disappeared into the cockpit, pushing against Anakin’s hold as she made the engines push. Obi-Wan could’t tear his eyes away from Anakin.

His Anakin.

He didn’t know the extent of his Padawan’s power until now.

Obi-Wan sobbed as he looked at Anakin. The hard lines, the yellow eyes, the darkness of his Padawan made him sob. He wailed in grief. His emotions, unconsolable, traveled through their bond and it reached Anakin.

Anakin’s eyes widened in something other than anger, meeting Obi-Wan’s eyes and his power faltered. A tear escaped his yellow eyes as the ship thrusted into the sky. The ramp fully closed and Obi-Wan lost sight of Anakin.

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Obi-Wan had collapsed into one of the ship’s seats. It had taken him a long while to peel himself from where he had stood. He hadn’t been able to catch enough air in his lungs, his breaths short and desperate.

It hadn’t taken much for Obi-Wan to collapse. Padme merely had to touch his shoulder in a comforting manner and Obi-Wan’s knees buckled. His sobs of tears fell faster. And he saw the world around him in a dizzy haze.

Padme dropped to her knees next to him. They hugged each other tightly. Their shared love for Anakin brought them together. They could understand each other. They both felt the same grief. The same heart-shattering grief that ate away at one’s soul.

Obi-Wan cried silently, he seemed to be in a constant ache for breath as his eyes burned. Obi-Wan was not used to the action of crying. He had been raised a Jedi.

Obi-Wan didn’t think crying this much would become painful. Eyes puffy and red and sore, his throat ached like he hadn’t had a sip of water in years. And he still didn’t know why his hands shook.

Without the Force inhibitors on his wrists, Obi-Wan could now truly feel how alone he was in the Force. He couldn’t feel his Jedi brothers in the living Force anymore. All that was left was the empty hole of despair. The love in the Force was replaced by the echoes of pain, of misery, of death from the Jedi massacre.

The Jedi were gone.

The realization cemented itself in Obi-Wan’s mind like a hard truth. There was no changing what has happened. The Jedi were dead, and Anakin, his

padawan,

killed them. Slaughtered them like animals. The sheer morbidness of it was what brought Obi-Wan back to himself.

The world started to make sense around him once more. He could acutely feel Padme’s chest heaving next to his, her breath in rapid strokes that Obi-Wan worried for her lungs. And the more Obi-Wan searched her through the Force (taking the time to bask being back in the arms of the Force) Obi-Wan suddenly stopped.

He felt it. It was like a tether, impossible to deny its existence. It was another chain, Obi-Wan could recognize that. It chained him to the two heartbeats in Padme’s stomach. Their Force signatures warm and bright and alive. And when Obi-Wan saw their existence for the first time in his life, they too, saw him.

Obi-Wan backed out of Padme’s hold, too shocked to look into her eyes. Staring only at her stomach. He placed a gentle hand where he felt the thunder of heartbeats.

“Twins…” Obi-Wan breathlessly said.

Padme didn’t understand at first but it soon flooded over her eyes. Obi-Wan could feel her elation and he brought his head up to look into her eyes.

“For certain?” She asked.

Obi-Wan was unable to answer. The moment he had looked into her eyes, Obi-Wan felt it. He felt, he saw, with clarity he hadn’t felt before.

Darkness.

Ruination. Death. It crawled inside of Padme’s mind like a parasite making its home in her mind.

And it horrified Obi-Wan. It scared him because he could recognize it. He could recognize Anakin’s darkness inside of her mind.

He didn’t have time to answer. For Padme’s eyes widened in pain, and in a heartbeat she collapsed to the ship’s cold floor. Unmoving and unresponsive. And for a sickening second, Obi-Wan could only feel the twin’s heartbeats and nothing more.

Obi-Wan built his shields, quickly and efficiently, he was haste in his work. He made impenetrable castles of his mind, mazes that withheld knowledge, were intricate and elaborate. Obi-Wan would be able to find an intruder before they could even make sense of his mind.

As a Padawan, Obi-Wan had always been good at his mental fortifications. Unnaturally good. After Master Qui-Gon had taught Obi-Wan how to do it, it was not long soon that not even Master Qui-Gon had been able to break through Obi-Wan’s harsh shields. It had been one of the few times Master Qui-Gon ever verbally commended him in small praise. Even now, Obi-Wan could hear the whisper of Master Qui-Gon’s voice in the back of his head.

Obi-Wan had always thought of himself as more of a defender than a fighter. Defensive combat styles came far easier to him than the outstrokes of offensive styles. He had always preferred to have his lightsaber close to his chest. And now that he thought about it, perhaps that was his Omegan instincts coming into play.

He could feel how the darkness swarmed in Padme’s head. He saw it move, how it burrowed itself into the corners of her mind. It was sickening to see.

Obi-Wan touched her temple, hesitant to reach out through the Force. He checked her pulse, it was still strong. Obi-Wan worried for the children, the darkness was prominent, almost suffocating to merely look at it. With bated breaths he waited.

The darkness did not move. It stayed stagnant in Padme’s mind and that in itself caused fret in Obi-Wan. He needed to get them to safety.

Obi-Wan managed to pick up Padme with some struggle. Wondering where all of his strength had vanished to. Having to use the Force to fully pick up Padme and carry her to a small cot in the back.

He laid her down gently, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. Her eyes were screw shut in a wince, she jerked in her sleep every so often, clear tell-tale signs of her pain. Obi-Wan tried to ease her pain, to soothe her in the Force’s arms, but the darkness was too overpowering. Obi-Wan could do nothing.

Walking to the cock-pit of the ship, Obi-Wan knew he had to get them somewhere safe. Somewhere far away from Anakin’s eyes. The Republic has fallen but surely not everything has been lost so soon.

Sitting himself in the pilot’s seat, Obi-Wan saw that Padme had put them into hyperspace. They were in a direct course to the closest inner rim planet. Alderaan.

Obi-Wan didn’t change their course. Bail Organa was his friend. He would help them. Surely. Obi-Wan sent a transmission just in case. He kept the details vague and short, just enough to ensure Bail that it was truly them. That he would explain everything when they were face to face. And to have medical aid ready when they landed.

Bail, thankfully, responded quickly. He didn’t ask questions, he, too, understood the severity of the situation. 
  
Bail and Obi-Wan stood on the other side of the glass, Padme was still unresponsive and lying on the medical bed. Droids moved around her, running tests and scans on her body. Trying to find out what was wrong with her. Bacta had been useless, Padme hadn’t been physically injured, other than the bruise on her neck, she had no signs of injury.

“What happened?” Bail asked, soft and careful. His arms crossed over his chest as his brows were furrowed. Obi-Wan knew stress laid heavily on his chest, Coruscant was the first to fall to the self proclaimed Emperor Sidious. The former chancellor of the Republic.

Obi-Wan also knew that Bail didn’t have time to be here, he had to prepare his own planet’s safety. They still didn’t know if the Emperor planned to conquer the galaxy or to take a more diplomatic approach.

“The Jedi have been massacred.” Obi-Wan felt the horror in Bail through the Force. “And those that do remain are few and weak. The Jedi Order is gone.”

“Oh,” Bail said. “But what of you, you are still a Jedi.”

Obi-Wan steeled his gaze through the window, avoiding looking at Bail. One of the few people who he’s known for almost the entirety of his life. “The council renounced me as a Jedi a few days before…”

Bail winced, a pained grimace over his face. “Ah,” he said.

“You don’t seem surprised?” Obi-Wan said, gazing at Bail through the corners of his vision.

“I assumed that they would find out eventually, but I always held out hope that their decision would have been in your favor. That all you’ve done would have swayed them.”

Obi-Wan nodded.

It was silent. Bail knew he needed to change the subject. But before that he made a mental note to give Obi-Wan some suppressants. He always stored some for whenever Obi-Wan visited.

“And the Jedi? Surely the clones weren’t the only ones who managed to kill them all?” Bail asked.

Obi-Wan shook his head but shame held him back from answering quickly. “I suppose I am partially to blame for the fall of the Jedi.”

“I find that hard to believe, Obi-Wan.” Bail said, convection in his tone. “You were the best Jedi I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

Obi-Wan was in no mood to tease alongside Bail. “It was Anakin.” Obi-Wan admitted. His name felt heavy on his tongue. “Anakin fell to the dark side.”

Bail blinked, his mouth slightly parted in surprise. “Your Padawan?”

“Yes.”

“Obi-Wan…that is not your fault.” Bail said.

Obi-Wan did not believe him. “I was the one who taught him, Bail. I raised him. And I watched as he slaughtered the Jedi council with a smile on his lips.” Obi-Wan said. “How could it not be my fault?”

Bail didn’t know what to say. “You…you cannot control his actions.”

Obi-Wan did not answer. Bail knew his words did little to comfort. He wished he was able to form words that could better comfort his friend who seemed to have lost everything.

The doctor exited the glass chamber where Padme laid resting. His expression did not bode good news. They looked at the doctor with solemn expressions, they did not move from where they stood.

“Doctor Braji, how is she?” Obi-Wan asked.

The doctor shook his head. “It is like we concluded earlier, there is no physical reason as to why she won’t awake.” Braji said. “So I began to run some alternative tests–I would like to preface that I am no Jedi doctor but I did indeed work with some during the height of the war…”

Obi-Wan and Bail said nothing, waiting for doctor Braji to continue.

“I believe that Miss Amidala suffers from severe Force sickness.”

Bail shook his head. “I’ve known the senator for many years, she was never sensitive.”

The doctor nodded in his understanding. “Yes, I’m well aware, but the symptoms, the scans…they all have only one possibility.”

“Obi-Wan, please, tell him it isn’t feasible–Obi-Wan?” Bail looked at him.

Obi-Wan knew, deep down he had known. The darkness in Padme’s mind was still palpable even through the glass. And Anakin’s last words rang like an echo in Obi-Wan’s mind and he knew this was Anakin’s doing. Anakin would kill Padme.

“Is there anything to save her?” Obi-Wan asked.

The doctor shook his head.

“What of the children?”

At this the doctor stopped to think. “It would be possible to save the children but Miss Amidala would not survive labor.”

“She won’t live either way,” Bail noted.

Another silence befell them, the small beeps of Padme’s dwindling life the only sound around.

“So what’s the decision? I hate to rush the both of you but there isn’t much time.”

Obi-Wan sighed, looking down at the floor. “Save the children.”

Braji nodded, already moving back into the room. “We’ll induce labor then.” 
  
“My wife and I always talked of adopting a girl.” Bail said.

Obi-Wan looked away from the twin’s cradles, they were still being medically monitored. “Truly?”

“We would treat her as if she were our own.” Bail assured.

“That is not my fear.” Obi-Wan said. “Bail, I say this as a friend, but if anyone should find out of their parentage…you and your wife’s safety.”

Bail placed a comforting hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “I know. We will keep her safe. Leia will be raised as a princess of Alderaan.”

A sigh of relief escaped from Obi-Wan’s lungs. “Thank you.”

Bail gazed down at him, concern lacing his eyes. “What of the boy? Luke?”

“I will take him. He is my responsibility.”

Bail looked as if he wanted to say something of opposing, turmoil in his eyes but in the end he said nothing. “When are you planning to leave?”

Obi-Wan hesitated as he thought. “As soon as we can. The Core worlds are no longer safe.”

“To the Outer Rim, then?” Bail asked.

“Yes, Tatooine.”

“Tatooine is far and dangerous.”

“We need to get as far away as we can.” Obi-Wan said as an answer. “I fear this new empire more than I fear bandits, Bail.”

They were silent for a short while, merely watching as the two babes squirmed where they slept.

“Very well, I will have a ship prepared for you.” Bail’s voice turned quieter, more serious. “And your suppressants.”

They talked in hushed tones. “You have some?”

“You know I always do, for you.”

Obi-Wan blinked, then smiled up at Bail. It was a tired, sad smile. “I thank you, my old friend. I don’t know how to repay you for all you’ve done.”

“Keep yourself safe, that is all I ask.”

Obi-Wan did not answer but he leaned closer to Bail’s presence. Both sharing the same comfort. 
  
They had been living on Tatooine for well over three months by now. Obi-Wan had let his hair grow out alongside his beard, although he tried to keep his beard far more trimmed than he did his hair.

Obi-Wan had returned to taking his suppressants but they no longer worked as they used to. Obi-Wan had his theories as to why, but none he could prove or disprove. All he knew was that his leaked milk and that Luke was well fed because of it.

As well as he leaked slick, Obi-Wan had never before leaked slick. And embarrassing of all was that he had gone into heat after two months of their stay on Tatooine.

It seemed as if the suppressant only suppressed his Omegan scent and nothing more.

He had made a small but comfortable nest within their cave-made-hut, both Luke and Obi-Wan sleeping within the pillows and blankets. It somehow managed to be the only place where sand had not found its way in.

In those three months, news of the rising Empire was prominent. Even in the Outer Rim, talk of the Emperor and his dog struck fear in all those who heard.

Obi-Wan knew that this ‘Darth Vader’ was his Anakin. Even if Darth Vader was masked and drenched in black, the stories told of his cruel power. And there was only one person Obi-Wan knew who had the power Darth Vader seemed to hold.

The moment Obi-Wan had left Mustafar he had closed down the bond he shared with Anakin. He could still feel Anakin’s insistent pushes through it. Felt him as he tried to force his way through Obi-Wan’s shields, to destroy any blockage that kept him from finding Obi-Wan.

Because of it, Obi-Wan had not had a restful day since. All his power, all of his effort, was to make sure Anakin would not find him. That Anakin would not find his way into the depths of Obi-Wan’s mind.

Obi-Wan gently placed Luke down on his nest, letting the child sleep for a little longer. Obi-Wan would wake him when he had eaten dinner. He could already feel his breasts start to weigh heavily. But Luke had fallen asleep on their way back to the cave from the town.

Thankfully, Bail had given Obi-Wan enough credits for them to survive on until Luke was older. Perhaps then, Obi-Wan would be able to find work. He had also thought of telling the Lars. But some hidden part of Obi-Wan’s instincts fought against it, wanting to keep Luke to himself for a little while longer.

Walking the few steps into the kitchen, Obi-Wan went about preparing dinner for himself. His hands had started to lose their callouses. He had noticed that his body had become softer in recent weeks, smooth as well. It was a jarring realization.

He missed the safety his lightsaber had provided. He missed the Temple. He missed his friends, the younglings, the knights. Worst of all, he missed Anakin.

Luke reminded Obi-Wan so much of Anakin. Even at three months old, Luke was blatantly kin to his father. At times, Obi-Wan found himself wondering if Leia was the same, or if perhaps she was more like her mother.

Obi-Wan had barely begun chopping the desert vegetables when he felt it.

The darkness.

The same he felt within Padme’s mind, the same that had killed her. Anakin—no, Vader was here. He was here on Tatooine.

But how?

Obi-Wan was beginning to panic. His eyes immediately found Luke’s sleeping figure still nestled in the nest. Then his eyes searched out through the window. Just expecting to see Imperial speeders and cruisers to torment the sands of the desert.

Nothing. The desert was peacefully quiet and empty. It seemed Obi-Wan was the only thing fretting. He still had no idea how they'd been found. He had been careful. Trips into the market were sparse and sporadic, making sure to keep his head low. To use a false name.

Obi-Wan knew his shields were intact. They were solid and strong. He kept them vigilant even when he slept. There was no possibility that Anakin or Vader had been able to sneak behind them without his knowing.

He stood there, waiting, his shields impossibly high. His signature hidden beneath the sands, he knew he had almost made himself invisible to anyone Force sensitive.

Obi-Wan watched through the small window near the kitchen, guarding Luke behind him. He paced, he anticipated for an Imperial army to rise from the desert and march towards them. He imagined all that could happen. Obi-Wan knew he would give his life trying to protect Luke.

When the twin suns started to fall behind the small mountains of the desert and three moons began their journey, did Obi-Wan start to lose his confidence. The darkness was still present but it was dimming. Almost like it was leaving.

And Obi-Wan realized that perhaps they hadn’t been found. That perhaps it had all been a horrible coincidence. Luke was still safe, they were still hidden from the eyes of the Empire.

An all consuming relief flooded through him, Obi-wan fell to his knees. Finally able to breathe comfortably again. He felt as if he could weep from the sheer relief.

Releasing all of his tension, his worry, into the Force around him. Obi-Wan looked back at Luke, a prominent happy smile as he gazed at the sleeping baby.

He stood up from where he had fallen, brushing his knees from the course sand sticking to his pants. He wished he could pick up Luke and twirl them in circles, Obi-Wan hadn’t felt such happiness in a very long while.

Instead, he simply caressed Luke’s forehead, gently rousing him from sleep. Obi-Wan already knew he had allowed Luke to oversleep and now they would be awake for the entirety of the night. But Obi-Wan couldn’t find it in himself to care all too much. Luke was safe. That was all that mattered.

Obi-Wan rebuilt his shields, Luke already shedding tears from his hunger. Obi-Wan, too, felt his own stomach growl in his hunger. He would have to finish cooking dinner after Luke had had his fill. 
  
By the time Obi-Wan noticed, it was too late.

Obi-Wan startled awake in his nest. Luke was still peacefully asleep next to him, small snores escaping from his mouth. Obi-Wan’s heart plummeted.

The door to the hut was open and there stood Anakin. Anakin wore black colored armor, Obi-Wan recognized immediately as Darth Vader’s armor. Although Anakin did not wear his helmet, he held it in his hands instead, his brown hair had been recently cut short.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan whispered

“Obi-Wan.” Anakin said in return, equally as surprised at his presence.

Obi-Wan could feel the same darkness he had felt the day prior. It was the same darkness that Anakin emitted but it felt different.

It didn’t feel hostile,

not like it did when it had killed Padme. No, it felt distorted. Obi-Wan could feel as it tried to seep into his bones, as it tried to consume his mind,

but it wasn’t trying to hurt him.

If anything, it felt as if the darkness was trying to mimic what it had once been. What it had been before Anakin’s fall.

“You were here…the entire time?” Anakin asked, his voice low and careful as if he were the one in hiding.

Obi-Wan didn’t bother to answer, quickly maneuvering Luke into his arms, mindful not to wake him. Anakin’s eyes tracked him like a dangerous predator would.

“A child?” Anakin stepped into the threshold. Abruptly becoming hateful.

“Whose is it?”

Obi-Wan swallowed down his fear, shuffling himself closer to the wall and further away from Anakin. Luke squirmed in his arms.

His eyes darted to the small chest in the room, not more than a few paces away, it was where Obi-Wan kept his blaster. Having to store it away when Luke had become more dexterous with his hands.

Anakin could read him. Easily. They had lived, breathed, fought, and suffered together. Obi-Wan knew Anakin could, on some extent, read his mind even without the Force. He stepped forward, cornering Obi-Wan further.

Even if Obi-Wan did try and lunge for the chest, he wouldn’t be able to open it before Anakin’s arms would hold him down.

Obi-Wan’s next thought was to fight off Anakin with the Force, just enough to give them time to escape. He had a speeder hidden in the sands not far from here. Although that plan was quickly scratched off, there was no possibility where Obi-Wan won a fight against Anakin with the Force.

Obi-Wan knew he’s never been caught quite this defenseless before. But one thing he could make certain of was that he would die first before any harm befell Luke.

“Whose is it.” Anakin snarled.

Obi-Wan’s jaw clenched as he curled Luke closer to his chest. His heart thrumming an exhilarating beat. Even feeling as his fangs began to grow from his fear.

“Yours.” Obi-Wan whispered out, noticing that Luke was completely awake by now, although he stayed quiet as his blue eyes peered up at Obi-Wan.

Anakin was made into a sudden silence as his anger evaporated before coming back tenfold.

“Not mine.

Padme’s.” Anakin corrected and Obi-Wan felt his heart plummet.

Fear laced Obi-Wan’s words. “He is

your

son, Anakin.”

“No.” Anakin said, his yellow eyes bright in the darkness. “I will not claim that

traitor’s

children. It may be of my blood but it is not mine.”

It was then that Obi-Wan realized that he wasn’t talking to his Anakin any longer. This was Darth Vader. It had to be, for if it wasn’t…Obi-Wan wouldn’t be able to accept what his Anakin has become.

“Give it here, my love, I will rid us of it.”

“No!” Obi-Wan

snapped

at Vader’s incoming hand.

They both stared wide-eyed at Obi-Wan’s feral instincts. Neither would have thought to see the day where Obi-Wan resorted to his more primal instincts.

Vader was becoming frustrated. “Is it a child you want! I will give you another child if you so wish!”

“I don’t want another child,

Vader.”

Obi-Wan spat it like it was poison.

Vader didn’t respond as quickly as Obi-Wan thought he would. No, Vader calculated him instead. Obi-Wan didn’t know how to make sense of it, it was both like and unlike Anakin.

It frightened Obi-Wan more than he liked to admit when Vader backed off, straightening his back as he stared down at Obi-Wan and Luke, a cold heartless gaze in his sith eyes.

And then, Obi-Wan saw it just like Vader had.

Vader had his victory. Obi-Wan had blatantly and freely given his defeat to the hands of Vader.

“Very well,

my love,

I will allow you to keep the child–” Obi-Wan knew what was to come

“–only

if you become mine.”

Obi-Wan was unable to meet Vader’s eyes, instead he wished he could lose himself in Luke’s perfectly blue eyes.

Oh how, he missed his old Padawan.

“Yours..?” Obi-Wan said, he said it even though there was no need for it. Perhaps he merely wished he was just as oblivious as he acted.

Vader nodded as he eyed Obi-Wan. A smirk on his face. His victory made Obi-Wan want to puke. “Mine.” Vader confirmed. “You’ll do as I say and you’ll do your part.”

Obi-Wan harshly swallowed.

“And if I refuse.”

Vader glowered at the notion. “Then I kill the child and feed it to the scavengers and I take you anyways.”

Looking down at Luke, Luke stared back. One of his chubby fingers reaching out for Obi-Wan’s face. Obi-Wan stayed silent as if he was considering his options but Obi-Wan knew the decision had already been made. He just wanted a few more seconds of freedom.

“You swear nothing will hurt him.” Obi-Wan said, finally looking up at Vader through his lashes. The desert was dark and the hut was even darker and yet he could still see Vader perfectly. “Swear to me that Luke will live, that nothing will harm him.

Swear it to me, Darth.”

“I’ll do all I can.”

He did not like Vader’s answer but his choices were limited. Vader had them cornered and vulnerable. Obi-Wan sighed, tears clawed at the edge of his eyes. How he hated the words he spoke.

“Well then,

Darth Vader. It seems like you’ve won. An Omega all for yourself.”

Obi-Wan expected Vader to relish in his victory but he was confused to see the turmoil in Vader’s eyes.

“Anakin.” Vader said. And it was like he was no longer Vader. Obi-Wan felt like a different person had spoken.

“What?”

“It’s still Anakin, only for you.” Vader said like it explained all. His speech almost seemed forced out of him.

Obi-Wan did not wish to be played with by the Sith, especially not with Anakin’s memory.

“My Anakin is dead.

Do not forget who you've killed.”

Vader stepped closer to him but Obi-Wan did not shrink back.

“You are wrong. Anakin

lives

because of you.” Vader said.

“What.”

The wind was ripped from the insides of Obi-Wan’s chest.

Vader continued as if Obi-Wan had not spoken. “When you are near, I can feel Anakin stronger than before. You bring him back.

You are the only thing keeping Anakin alive.”

The floor seemed to be swept from underneath him. Obi-Wan was unable to feel the sheets of his nest or Luke’s warmth in his arms. All he could feel was the cold realization of what Vader had just said.

Obi-Wan knew it was true. Vader had been nothing but honest to him since the beginning. And how jarring was that, Obi-Wan had always been told that Siths were deceiving and cunning, destroying and lying to get what they want.

And then Obi-Wan felt it. The overbearing pressure of being the sole purpose of Anakin’s life.

It was truly a testament of how much he had failed. 
  
Anakin watched him with keen eyes as Obi-Wan slowly got up from the bed. Luke still clutched close to his chest. Obi-Wan was slightly surprised at how quiet Luke had been, he’s never seen Luke be this silent unless he had been sleeping.

Slipping off from the small nest, Obi-Wan anxiously shifted his weight—he knew it was unbecoming of him but he couldn’t help not to—Anakin was a few paces away and his eyes had never drifted away from Obi-Wan’s form.

Anakin seemed to take pity on him. “Let me take the child.” His arms were outstretched, helmet now clipped to his side.

Obi-wan hesitated as he took a step back, the back of his knees hitting the edge of the bed and he was forced to realize just how cornered Anakin had him.

Anakin eyed him, dissatisfaction evident in his eyes. “Obi-Wan, my love, please, I swore I would not harm the child, did I not?”

Jaw clenched, Obi-Wan tried to have some strength in his voice. “Why.”

Anakin’s attitude dropped. His face suddenly blanked. “So you can have two hands to pack your bags, my love.”

Obi-Wan was unable to suppress his smile at the familiarity of Anakin’s dry humor. His smile also made Anakin’s eyes crinkle at the edge, barely noticeable but there nonetheless.

Handing Luke into Anakin’s arms. “Careful with his neck.” Obi-Wan absently said. Hiding his amusement behind his shields when seeing how stiff Anakin suddenly became.

Obi-Wan stepped back to get a better view of Anakin holding Luke. Luke’s white blanket seemed like it shone when held close to Anakin’s sith’s armor. The black of his clothes almost looked like it was sucking the light out of the blanket.

“He looks like you.” Obi-Wan said.

Anakin was absorbed as he gazed upon Luke’s small face. “Does he?” Anakin said. Obi-Wan hummed. Anakin stepped in a small circle, cradling Luke softly. “Perhaps I will see it more when he grows.”

Obi-Wan knew not to allow the hope that bloomed in his chest to control his action but yet he oddly felt like Luke was safe in Anakin’s arms.

Even though he had some trust in Anakin not to outright kill Luke, Obi-Wan kept a vigilant eye on the two as he distanced himself from the bed. Quickly grabbing one of the sacks he had. Firstmost he packed all of Luke’s necessities. Blankets, milk bottles, and Luke’s few toys—especially Luke’s favorite, the Loth-Cat—he gathered all of Luke’s small clothes as well.

Glancing up at Anakin, Obi-Wan suddenly hesitated. “How much do I need to pack, Anakin.” Obi-Wan found himself struggling calling

Anakin

by his name.

Anakin

briefly gazed up at Obi-Wan, his long lashes obscuring most of his eyes. “Just what you need, my love, I will make sure you will want for nothing when we reach Coruscant.”

“Is that where we are going, then?”

“Yes.”

Obi-Wan noticed that Anakin was barely paying him mind, far too enthralled with the small child in his arms. Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered to the storage chest, his blaster. He could get it without Anakin knowing. It could be simple.

Obi-Wan would get his blaster, he would catch Anakin off guard. They could escape. He would take Luke and run. And he would make sure they left no trace. He had been sentimental when he chose Tatooine. Obi-Wan would not make the same mistake. He would take Luke and leave, travel so far past the Outer Rim, even the Empire would not even know of the planets’ name.

“Is everything alright, my love.” Anakin was staring at him, eyes squinted as he analyzed.His stance suddenly steady and harsh. He was prepared for Obi-Wan to run.

It was then that Obi-Wan realized his position. His hands had stopped moving and he had let his mind run as he stared distantly towards Anakin’s direction.

Obi-Wan floundered for an instance before he found his footing. “The way you look at him…it seems to me that you almost care for Luke.”

He knew it was a bad thing to say the moment he said it, yet Obi-Wan was unable to take it back. Anakin immediately became distant, a distaste growing in his eyes as the corners of his mouth downturned.

“Do not confuse yourself, my love, I’ll tolerate this child for your sake.” His yellow eyes pierced whatever confidence Obi-Wan had in him. Then, his eyes were drawn back onto Luke’s. “I was merely thinking how our children will look like s’all.”

For some odd reason that notion hadn’t even crossed Obi-Wan’s mind. “Our children?”

Anakin peered up at him. “As my omega, you are to bear my pups.”

“And if I don’t wish for any children.” Obi-Wan asked. He knew he should not say anything more, Anakin’s frustration was beginning to boil. Obi-Wan saw Anakin’s mechanic hand tighten around Luke’s delicate frame and the breath was knocked out of him.

“Do not be ridiculous.” Anakin said. “Have you finished packing then?”

There was still a dangerous undertone in Anakin’s voice, Obi-Wan did not deny him.

Anakin nodded. “After you, my love.”

Obi-Wan kept his gaze downturned as he walked past Anakin and towards the door. The small winds of the desert had kept the door open and brushed in sands from the outside.

Out in the dark desert, Obi-Wan saw the vast expanse of it all, he also saw the squadron of clones waiting for them a few yards away.

And Obi-Wan knew, even if he had taken his chances to run, he would not have made it far. He would have never made it off-planet, he doubted he would have made it far past his own door.

Anakin trailed outside after him, still holding Luke carefully in his arms. One look from him had the clones moving, their guns clipped over their shoulders as they began loading themselves back onto their speeder and transports. One of the clones even took Obi-Wan’s bags from his hand.

Obi-Wan gave no fuss when they did so, he did not even say a word, albeit he did wince when they lit his small dwellings aflame. With Luke in Anakin’s hands, Obi-Wan was a docile pet.

They had made a promise to each other, a transaction of sorts. As long as Luke was safe, Obi-Wan would be whatever Anakin wanted him to be.

So, Obi-Wan felt a slither of betrayal when Anakin handed Luke off to one of the clones. Anakin had begun talking in hushed tones to the squadron leaders but Obi-Wan heard none of it. He could only stare intently as the clone holding Luke climbed on his speeder and the sound of the engine being started had Obi-Wan taking a step forward to intervene.

A tight grip on his forearm held him back. Anakin’s fingers dug into the flesh of his arm, deep enough that Obi-Wan almost hissed from the ache. The fire was growing.

Obi-Wan struggled against his hold, pulling in the direction of Luke. “You promised he would be safe.”

“And I have yet to break that promise.” Anakin said back. His eyes had darkened, it seems he has been fed up with Obi-Wan’s disobedience. “The child will be safer with the commander than he will be with us, for now.”

Obi-Wan would like to think that fatigue and stress and his hormones made him say what he had said, but in truth, Obi-Wan had merely wanted to antagonize Anakin. “Why?

Are you not strong enough to protect us both?”

Anakin’s eyes flashed bright with anger before they simmered impassively. His face suddenly dangerously blank. It caught Obi-Wan off-guard. The fire made shadows deepen on Anakin’s face. He had been so used to Anakin reacting faithfully to his first instincts, it was jarring to see the opposite happen.

He supposed he had to stop assuming he knew who Anakin was now. His Anakin had changed. And Obi-Wan had no clue as to who Vader was either. In an aspect, Obi-Wan was as blind as they come.

Anakin pulled him back, even closer this time. He was practically glued to Anakin’s side this time. Obi-Wan could feel the rise and fall of Anakin’s chest. “I am doing more than I have promised you, Omega, do not make me regret it.”

Obi-Wan’s instincts took hold of him as he suddenly

growled

at Anakin. And in the back of his mind he wondered how their roles seemed reversed.

With the Force still in his fingertips, Obi-Wan used it. He shoved Anakin away from him, his hold on Obi-Wan vanishing as Obi-Wan made a lunge for Luke, still in the clone’s arms.

“

Stop.

”

And Obi-Wan did. His limbs were frozen in place yet his mind screamed, begged, for him to move. Luke was only a pace away.

Obi-Wan’s heart racketted in his chest as his veins filled with a cold terror. Both, Anakin and Obi-Wan, seemed surprised at the use of Alpha cords. Anakin finding himself severely inexperienced in their use.

Anakin growled as he walked back to Obi-Wan’s side. His eyes glowering down at him as his shoulders seemed impossible broad and wide. His entire frame looming over Obi-Wan.

He could only peer up at Anakin as he watched him, waiting for him to do something. Although his body was betraying him, Obi-Wan found his mind completely his own. And then Anakin placed his heavy hand on the back of his neck and Obi-Wan feared back to what had happened on Mustafar.

Anakin could scruff him again.

The hand on his neck was enough of a threat to make Obi-Wan audibly swallow. And then his body became his again, his limbs slumped to the ground. Anakin did not try to catch him. His hold on him released as he stared down at Obi-Wan’s body in the sand.

“I hate the sand, y’know.” Anakin said. His shadow over Obi-Wan disappearing. Obi-Wan did not dare to look up, he was still trying to catch his forgotten breath, gazing down at his hands, fearing his lack of control over them again. “I hate the desert. And I hate Tatooine.

“But most of all, my love,

I hate slavers.”

Anakin’s shadow came back. His voice, raspier and darker than ever. “So know, my love, that this

pains

me more than you will ever know.”

And the collar snapped shut around his throat.

Obi-Wan’s hands quickly grabbed at the metal around his neck as he gasped at the coldness. Tears brimmed the edge of the eyes and he felt the rising need to cry in hysterics. The collar felt thin around his neck, a mockery of a necklace.

He scratched fruitlessly at the metal. Whimpering at the realization of it all. And suddenly Obi-Wan became aware of all the eyes that watched him. Anakin stared down at him unwaveringly, as did all of the clones that surrounded him.

Obi-Wan was on his knees, a collar on his neck, and an omega.

He cried out as the knife within him twisted as he saw the clone that held Luke suddenly rev the engine, preparing to leave. Obi-Wan was finally noticing Luke’s own cries and wails. Obi-Wan’s distress leading to his pup’s own.

Obi-Wan knew he had to get to his feet, he had to get to Luke. All he had to do was get to Luke. To comfort his pup, to hush his cries.

His hands clawed at the sand underneath him but his own strength in his body was weak and disappearing more and more every passing day. Obi-Wan was unable to stand. He knew he had to call on the Force for support. He only fell deeper when he realized the Force had vanished around him.

Obi-Wan was cold, his eyes distant as the clone
 sped off with Luke in his arms. And Obi-Wan knew he was back where he had started.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Obi-Wan did not feel as Anakin dragged him from his knees to his feet. Almost carrying him onto his cruiser. Obi-Wan did not see as the desert sands whipped around them. He barely noticed when they entered back into the city.

People watched them pass with mistrust in their eyes as Imperial convoys traveled through their streets. Anakin had put his helmet back on and so the people knew that the murderous Sith was there.

There was no escape.

That simple mantra was all that repeated in Obi-Wan’s mind. Clones sat around them on the cruiser, and Darth Vader himself kept a possessive hand around his waist. Obi-Wan couldn’t even twitch without Anakin knowing.

By the time they arrived at the space port, early dredges of morning were appearing. The clones were the first to disembark from the cruiser, their guns raised and trained. Anakin, himself, kept his eyes steady and watchful. No creature was able to even get near them. The circle of clones kept anyone from getting too close.

After a few minutes, a clone approached Anakin. “My Lord.”

Anakin stared down at him, the black eyes of his helmet seemed soul-seeing. “Captain.”

“The locals are being uncooperative, sir.”  The Captain said, an unusual monotone in his voice. It was like he wasn’t even alive. Obi-Wan’s heart clenched at the notion, the clones were just as much of a victim as anybody else.

Anakin was silent for a terrifying moment before he stood up. His black cape whipped in the desert winds. Obi-Wan felt as the world darkened the area surrounding Anakin. Obi-Wan knew if he was connected to the Force in any way the feeling would have been worse.

The Captain took a small step back.

At least they still feel fear.

Obi-Wan thought. His gaze was brought back to Anakin. Anakin had lowered himself to Obi-Wan’s level, his voice a mere breath from his ear.

“I’ll be back, my love. Forgive me for this embarrassment.” Anakin said, his voice husked and quiet.

Obi-Wan shivered at the notion. He didn’t even have the energy to respond to Anakin. The collar around his neck still felt as suffocating as it had when it was first placed. Obi-Wan just felt exhausted. His tears were still drying on his cheek. He doubted he'd ever cried this much in his lifetime.

Anakin stepped down from the cruiser. Addressing the Captain as he spoke. Obi-Wan barely heard him speak. “Have two of your men guard him. If anything happens to him while I’m gone, I’ll kill your entire squadron.”

“I understand, sir.”

“Where are the Rebels then.”

“Right this way, sir.”

Their voices trailed off and Obi-Wan was engulfed in a silence. He looked down upon his hands, scarring from his cuffs still slightly remained on his wrists. It was stupid, but at least the collar was far more comfortable. Perhaps in a few years he would not notice it at all.

His solitude was interrupted when two clones hopped on and into the cruiser. Their guns strapped over their shoulders. One clone had a colored shoulder pad and he seemed to be the one giving the orders.

Obi-Wan watched them with simmering curiosity. Two other clones stationed themselves right at the end of the cruiser, their guns drawn over their chests. Their helmets moving every so often as they checked the surrounding area.

It was then that Obi-Wan began hearing the city’s livelihood. Echoes of the market filtered through and Obi-Wan could barely make out the voices, it all seemed to jumble together into one whole conglomeration.

Once the clones had settled in, two outside the cruiser and two inside with him, did the silence return. Obi-Wan was rather unnerved, the two clones which sat across from him did nothing but stare straight ahead. He wasn’t sure if they were staring at him or the wall behind him.

Their helmets kept him from truly knowing and once more, Obi-Wan felt his calls towards the Force become unanswered.

“Where did Darth Vader go?” Obi-Wan asked, he could not take the silence any longer. He found meditating without the Force was just as suffocating as his new found collar.

The clone to the right merely looked towards the clone with the shoulder pad when he spoke. The two outside paid them no mind.

Neither of them said anything for a short while, Obi-Wan had begun to think they never would.

“We apologize for the inconvenience, Lord Vader has gone and dealt with some unruly citizens of the Empire.” Shoulder pad said.

Obi-Wan swallowed. “What do you mean by ‘unruly citizens’.”

“You are in no danger.” Was all the clone said. He did not elaborate nor answer Obi-Wan’s question. Obi-Wan knew that was the best he was going to receive.

So he tried a different approach. “Are the two of you clones?” Perhaps he had been calling them wrong? There was no telling what laid under their helmets.

This time there was no hesitation from Shoulder pad. “Yes.”

Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief. At least now he had a semblance of what hid under the helmets. “Did you serve in the Clone Wars?”

“Yes, General.” The one without the shoulder pad said.

It took Obi-Wan off guard. It’s been some time since he’s been addressed as a General. Shoulder pad elbowed the clone who had spoken. Giving him a harsh look before they both fell silent.

“What battlement did you serve under?”

They did not answer.

“Was it the 212st? The 187th? 501st?”

No answer.

Obi-Wan knew a lost cause when he saw one. He toyed with the frayed edges of his robe to try and distract the mind. Anakin hadn’t allowed him time to change into something a bit more appropriate than his sleepwear. Not to mention his breasts were beginning to feel full. They ached as they hardened.

It wasn’t more than twenty minutes before Anakin returned, a scowl and an impenetrable darkness around him.

“Get out.”

The clones scampered off from the cruiser. Obi-Wan could almost see their tails tucked in as they fled. Obi-Wan couldn’t blame them, he too wished he was able to flee from Anakin.

Once they were alone, Anakin slumped into the seat next to Obi-Wan, taking off his helmet as he did so. Obi-Wan was able to see his yellow eyes now, saw how they seemed darker, redder, like they were bloodstained. Anakin was softly snarling at everything around him. His fangs protruded and they almost glinted in the light.

Then he smelled it, Obi-Wan could recognize it in an instant.

“Blood.” Obi-Wan said, finally noting the darker patches of Anakin’s cape. “You’re covered in blood.”

“Hmm.” Anakin hummed. Not seeing the problem. The cruiser began to move again.

Obi-Wan felt his heart stutter, he gulped down his fear. “What happened?”

“Rebels, my love.”

“Rebels?” Obi-Wan had no idea they existed.

“Those who oppose the Empire.”

Obi-Wan bit the inside of his cheek. “What? Does not everybody support tyrannical rule?”

Anakin stilled, Obi-Wan feared. But there had been a pleasure that coursed through his body, he reveled in his small, pathetic acts of rebellion as well.

“I do not enjoy your sarcasm,

my love.”

Anakin grabbed him by the jaw, making Obi-Wan stare directly into his snake-like eyes.

“Especially not here.”

Anakin let go of his jaw roughly, it made Obi-Wan wince his head to the side. Where Anakin had touched him almost seemed like it burned his skin.

“We will have a short stop before we reach Coruscant. We’ll pay our dues to the Emperor and he’ll bless our union.” Anakin said.

Obi-Wan blinked, his brows furrowed. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Because I didn’t.”

Obi-Wan wanted to scream at the lack of answers. He felt stupid and naive and unaware. He felt like some youngling again, for he was being treated as one.

“I didn’t know you needed the Emperor’s permission. Like some dog.” Obi-Wan said.

Anakin stared down at him coldly, an identifiable gaze in his eyes. His mechanical hand reached for the base of Obi-Wan’s neck. A lingering threat.

“I don’t.

Not when it concerns you.” Anakin snarled.

“And why am I so

special,

Anakin.”

“Because he swore I would have you if I joined him.”

Obi-Wan faltered. All words, all thoughts vanished from the forefront of his mind. Obi-Wan had been caught off guard.

Anakin’s anger was still palpable in the air. So, Obi-Wan searched for something to change the topic of conversation. Fearing what Anakin will do if they continue down his path.

“And Luke?”

“He’ll be waiting for you on Coruscant.” Anakin said, his mood had somewhat calmed. His eyes didn’t blaze with anger any longer, they’ve simmered.

Anakin shuffled closer, close enough to where Obi-Wan was able to pick up traces of Anakin’s own scent. Obi-Wan gave a small pant as the smell of blood was mixed into the scent of firewood and charcoal. It was almost intoxicating.

Obi-Wan made his knees closer further together, trying to will the small stream of slick to not run down his leg. Too many rampant hormones, too many pheromones.

Anakin neared even closer, the tip of his nose caressing the nook of his neck. Slowly inching his way to Obi-Wan’s scent gland. There he took a lungfull, inhaling Obi-Wan’s scent like it was a drug. Anakin did it again.

Obi-Wan was unable to move, his limbs were stiff and taunt. He wanted to push Anakin away from him, but another part wanted to grab him by the back of his hair and pull him in even closer.

Anakin nibbled on his scent gland. Mocking the process of a Mating. It took Obi-Wan by surprise, his gasp bordered the edge of a moan.

He’s never been this intimate with an alpha before. Much less have his scent gland touched like this.

It was euphoric.

His omega didn’t seem to care that a Sith was the alpha making him come undone, nor did it care that it was his former padawan. A person he had helped grow. All it cared about was how the alpha was young, and strong, and

virile.

Obi-Wan whimpered as he bared his neck even more.

One of Anakin’s wandering hands found his breast and this time Obi-Wan keened. Anakin was still attached to his neck, licking and biting and making Obi-Wan fall into a puddle under his touch. He mouthed kisses at the base of his neck, so daringly close to his gland.

Anakin squeezed and droplets of milk spurted. They both froze when the scent hit them. Anakin pulled himself from Obi-Wan's neck to stare at his milk tainted gloves. Obi-Wan physically felt his heart stop.

“You’re producing milk…” Anakin said, a hint of wonderment in his voice.

Obi-Wan didn’t get a chance to respond before Anakin squeezed his tit again. Obi-Wan clenched his legs together as he outright moaned.

Anakin returned to the crook of his neck, a smile on his lips. “I didn’t even know you could do that, my love.” Anakin pulled off his leather glove. “Wonder what it’ll taste like.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t move even if he wanted to. His body had gone stock-still and Anakin’s mechno-hand was firmly placed at his waist. All he could do was squirm under Anakin’s touch.

He tugged Obi-Wan’s robe off, just enough to reveal both of his breasts and shoulders. It pooled around his lower torso. Anakin tugged off one of his gloves before quickly returning his attention to Obi-Wan.

Anakin pinched and rolled his nipples between his fingers as he kissed the freckles on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Slowly making his way lower and lower. During it all, steady drops of milk spilled from him and Anakin spread it around his skin.

The sensation had Obi-Wan’s eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Then it all stopped. Anakin halted his movements. Obi-Wan looked down to see what had happened.

Anakin’s yellow eyes were peering up at him, his lips dangerously close to his teat.

Anakin wanted him to watch.

He gave one last kiss to Obi-Wan’s skin before he covered his mouth over the nipple. Giving it a few sucks and milk flowed like a river.

Obi-Wan lost all of his inhibitions.

Anakin had to use both of his hands to keep Obi-Wan in place. It had never felt anything like this when Luke drank from him. This was a whole other world to Obi-Wan.

Using the Force to make sure Obi-Wan stayed where he was, Anakin brought his newly freed hand to Obi-Wan’s other breast, toying and pinching and milk sputtered out.

Obi-Wan tried to breathe, to think, between it all but he couldn’t. His coherent thoughts had left him as Anakin held him down and took.

Eventually, Obi-Wan’s milk dwindled and his swollen breasts were back to their natural state. That didn’t stop Anakin from rolling them in his hands. One of Obi-Wan’s hands became free and found its way to Anakin’s hair. Slightly tugging, oversensitive nipples starting to ache.

Anakin brought himself up from Obi-Wan’s chest, a drop of white milk dripping from the corner of his mouth. Anakin used his thumb to wipe it off. He was panting just as much as Obi-Wan was. He looked down at the milk on his thumb, adoration in his eyes as he brought it back up onto his tongue.

Obi-Wan watched as Anakin sucked it clean. Knowing that his underwear was already soaked in slick and still another stream came out of him from the notion.

“It tastes so good, my love.” Anakin said. “Amazing, just like you.”

And then Anakin was ravishing his mouth. Obi-Wan could taste his own sweat and milk on Anakin’s tongue. Their teeth clinked in their desperate attempts. Obi-Wan couldn’t get enough air in his lungs but he found that he didn’t care all that much.

Obi-Wan twisted his head out of Anakin’s kiss as he gasped. One of Anakin’s hands had found its way under his robe, all the way down to his cunt.

His fingers ran up and down the seam of his lips, downy hairs being pushed out of the way as Anakin felt his way through. But Anakin didn’t push inside, just running his fingers over the top. Claiming. Owning. Proprietary.

“You’re fucking wet, love.” Anakin brought his nose back to his scent gland. “You want this just as much as I do,

don’t you?”

Obi-Wan wanted to deny. To shake his head no. To scream it from the bottom of his lungs that he didn’t. Then Anakin dipped his fingers inside, rolling the tip of his clit and suddenly Obi-Wan couldn’t respond. Reduced to his basic instincts, he moaned. He writhed and he mewled as Anakin rubbed circles over his clit.

A smirk played on Anakin’s lips as he watched Obi-Wan come completely undone under him. He derived some pleasure from seeing the stoic omega fall apart. Whimpering and moaning Anakin’s name like a prayer. Over and over and over again.

Anakin pushed a finger inside. Slick doing more than enough to ease the way. Anakin felt absolutely no resistance. It was like Obi-Wan was begging for it. He just had to add another finger.

His thumb was still rubbing small circles over Obi-Wan’s clit as his two fingers began to fuck him. Stretching him out more than he’s ever been stretched before.

Obi-Wan had never felt anything like it before. The fullness of having something inside of him. He’s barely played with himself before, always just toying his clit, always far too scared to ever actually push something within him. But Anakin’s fingers were rough and thick and the callouses rubbed his insides in an intoxicating way.

Anakin brought his attention away from Obi-Wan’s pinched up face to down at his hands. He saw how his hand moved under the clothes, slowly fucking Obi-Wan. The inside of Obi-Wan was smooth and slick so very warm. He couldn’t wait to get his dick inside.

He started to speed up his pace, Obi-Wan struggled further. Pleasure overtaking and making him mindless. Trying to close his legs from the sheer amount of pleasure and being unable to, Anakin made sure to keep his legs spread and open.

The squelch sounds and the gushing as Anakin finger fucked him was the only thing one could hear in the cruiser. Obi-Wan’s keens and whimpers were getting stuck on his throat, desperately trying to keep his mouth closed so none of the sounds could escape.

Obi-Wan began to squirm even more. He could feel his orgasm start to peak. Anakin forcibly kept his legs wide open as his fingers sped up. He pumped his fingers inside of Obi-Wan like he was trying to prove something. Like he was trying to prove himself.

His mechno-hand came up to cup Obi-Wan’s jaw, his forefinger running over his lips. Trying to coax Obi-Wan to open his mouth.

Anakin smeared the spit on his lips around, Obi-Wan’s mouth parted and Anakin pushed in his gloved mechno-thumb inside. Obi-Wan dutifully sucked on the leather.

Anakin was able to feel Obi-Wan’s pleasure radiate through the Force. He made sure to build a barrier around the two of them, shielding Obi-Wan and himself from anyone on the outside. Anakin didn’t want anybody else knowing what Obi-Wan looked like, what he felt like, as he was now. This was all for Anakin. And only for himself.

With a final push, Obi-Wan came around Anakin’s fingers with whimpers on his lips. Gagging around the fingers in his mouth. The leather tasted horrid on his tongue. Tears brimmed on his eyes as they soon cascaded down his cheeks. Anakin found himself wondering what they, too, tasted like.

Obi-Wan’s breaths came heavily and he was sure his heart would pound its way out of his chest. Anakin watched it all with rapt attention. He didn’t stop fucking Obi-Wan though, he might have slowed his pace but he didn’t stop.

His fingers were utterly soaked and Anakin was sure slick and cum were dripping past his wrist.

Obi-Wan was coming back to himself. Overstimulation overtaking his thoughts as the hazy bliss of orgasm drifted away. His hands pushed at Anakin’s chest, trying to stop him, it was too much. Obi-Wan mewled in protest, the pleasure was becoming painful.

Anakin didn’t stop. He kept Obi-Wan in place as he continued his leisure of finger fucking him. Simply adoring how Obi-Wan panted, his cheeks flushed and his hair sticking to his forehead and neck. Obi-Wan looked like a fucked-out slut.

“A-Anakin, please,” Obi-Wan sharply inhaled, trying to grab at Anakin’s wrist to pull him out. “Stop, please.”

Pity soon overcame him and Anakin indulged him. He slipped his fingers out of Obi-Wan’s hole. Smearing the slick over Obi-Wan’s thigh as he squeezed them one last time. Anakin brought his soaked hand back up, feeding Obi-Wan his own cum.

“You look fucking wonderful, my omega.” Anakin said, his voice hoarse.

Obi-Wan didn’t protest as he swallowed. Unintentionally licking his lips afterwards. Obi-Wan was still slightly crying. Feeling too many things at once as the post-orgasmic daze dissipated. Shame. Guilt. Want.

Anakin laid his cheek on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, breathing in his scent. Vanilla and fresh baked cakes. Anakin could spend eternity purely smelling Obi-Wan’s scent.

Obi-Wan felt exhausted, too tired to even get comfortable within the cruiser. The engine still rumbling under him. He felt completely disgusting, slick wetting everything. Both his lower robes and underwear were sticking uncomfortably to his skin.

Obi-Wan was taken off-guard when Anakin began sucking at his neck. Leaving a mark far too close to his scent gland for Obi-Wan to feel comfortable with.

“Come, my love, we’re almost there.” 
  
Anakin at least had the decency to adjust the robes around Obi-Wan. Covering each inch of his pale skin from the world and from prying eyes. Anakin also placed his helmet back on.

He found it easier, he found it alleviating when Anakin wore his mask. Preferred it. It made things easier. Looking at Anakin’s face only reminded Obi-Wan of what had happened. The yellow eyes looked like pure agony when they replaced

his

Anakin’s blue eyes. The scar on Anakin’s face only reminded Obi-Wan of all of their hard-fought battles, all of the years they had spent together. And Anakin’s soft, brown curls only reminded Obi-Wan of that young boy he and his master had found on Tatooine.

Anakin carried him like a bride as they stepped off from the cruiser. Being carried to Anakin’s own ship, Anakin was gentle as he held him. Fingers soft and almost worshiping as they grazed over Obi-Wan’s skin.

Obi-Wan had nowhere else to hide his shame but in the crook of Anakin’s neck. Their scents were still intermingled, barely even noticeable, but Obi-Wan noticed.

Anakin gave sharp orders to the clones around them. Obi-Wan took note of the change in Anakin’s voice as well. The mask seemed to distort his voice. It aiding in making Anakin inhuman. Made him seem more like a monster.

He clutched at Anakin’s dark clothes as tears once more ushered at the edges of his eyes. The memory of what happened mere minutes ago, of the two of them still churned in his mind. It wasn’t shame like the shame he’s felt for the past four months, no, this was more than that.

The shame had morphed into something both indescribable and unfathomable. It made Obi-Wan want to fall to his knees for his heart wouldn’t be able to hold itself up. Fall to his knees and scream. Scream into the Force.

He wished the Force was something tangible, something he could grab by the shoulders and shake and demand. Demand so many things, but most of all, he would have demanded answers.

To know where he had gone wrong. Where had it all gone wrong? If he could. If only Obi-Wan was able to know his mistake, his flaw, he would spend all he could to fix it.

He had thought everything was fine.

His life had been perfect.

And all it took was a single day to change that. Now, that only thing Obi-Wan had left was something worse than shame and a life full of regrets. He questioned it all. Every second, every glance, every word he ever spoke, he questioned it.

Is that where he had gone wrong?

Anakin dropped him off on a ship. It wasn’t big or very flattery. It was functional and bare. Most likely unable to fit three people comfortably. Just Obi-Wan and Anakin.

He was laid on a cot, it was stiff and the sheets that was used as a blanket was scratchy and cold. Anakin’s gloved fingers ran carefully over the curve of his cheek and Obi-Wan couldn’t find it himself to flinch away. What was the point.

Anakin had already taken more. He had taken something Obi-Wan could never gain back for himself. Something he never had the courage to have for himself and Anakin took it. Without permission or consequence.

He could still smell himself on Anakin’s hands. He could still taste himself. And everything just reminded him of what had happened. And it was cold.

Anakin was talking. Obi-Wan could recognize that unnaturally distorted voice in the air around him but Obi-Wan couldn’t understand. He didn’t want to.

Anakin cupped his jaw, bringing Obi-Wan’s eyes up to meet the black void. If he looked close enough, Obi-Wan was sure he would see his own reflection. He feared what he would see of himself.

He caressed a thumb over the fine hairs of Obi-Wan’s beard, something in the touch being underlined with love. Obi-Wan’s gut swirled and Anakin released him. Obi-Wan’s head fell back down. Pulling the sheet of the cot around his legs.

The ramp of the ship pulled up and Anakin sat himself on the singular pilot seat. The ship was small enough that the cot and the control panels were not more than a few paces apart. Obi-Wan would have an eye on Anakin and Anakin would have an eye on Obi-Wan.

He supposed they were now leashed together.

Obi-Wan’s fingers carefully trailed up his neck, being stopped by the metal on his neck. It wasn’t as cold as it used to be when it was first placed. Both his heat and Anakin’s had warmed it up. Now that Obi-Wan inspected it, mind no longer hazed with panic and fear and revulsion, his hands were analytical. Felt the small indent of line that traveled around in, the faint buzz it emanated.

Hands fell back to his lap. His vision grew fuzzy at the corners.

Where had it all gone wrong?

Obi-Wan watched the darkness of the space speckled with dots of white as they lifted from the atmosphere. Anakin piloted like a master in his craft, deft hands crossing over the controls and buttons like second nature.

He saw as the Star Destroyer grow bigger and bigger as they neared. Obi-Wan hadn’t even realized. Anakin had brought what looked like a fleet. Two Star Destroyers floated in space, waiting for them.

His fingers clenched white around the sheet. Obi-Wan had thought the fear had left him but he supposed he still had some left for his heart skipped a beat. For the past three months, he had trained himself to shy, to hide away from any Imperial forces while on Tatooine. To never look at a Storm Trooper head on. And suddenly he found himself surrounded by them.

Anakin flew to the closest of the Star Destroyers, which just so happened to be the biggest of the two. He split away from the pack of Imperial ships all flying to the same Star Destroyer, heading to a different hanger.

He slowed down the engines just enough to maneuver the ship inside. The blue tint of the forceshield letting them bypass without a hitch. Anakin landed with a grace, locks and feet of the ship disengaging and planting them to the durasteel of the Star Destroyer.

Obi-Wan observed as much as he could over Anakin’s shoulder. Noting how gray it all looked. How lifeless it all was. Growing up Coruscant, Obi-Wan would have thought he would have been used to it all. But he always yearned for the greenness of nature, the color of the world. He still remembered when he first saw Naboo for the first time. He had yet to have that same feeling of wonderment he did when he first saw the vast colors of green and the towering mountains and the glistening lakes.

The ramp of the ship shuttered open, Anakin stood. “My love, let me take you to my quarters. Get you cleaned up and in some nicer clothes.

Obi-Wan did not stand. He did not even look up at Anakin who now stood in front of him. His hand outstretched for Obi-Wan’s taking.

“Love?”

Finally did Obi-Wan turn and gaze up at the Sith. He stared into those pits of darkness, the sheen of the black helmet, and he searched. Oh, how he searched. Obi-Wan’s eyes were frantic in his search, inspecting every glare, every shine, every crevice of Vader’s helmet. Searching for

his

Anakin.

And it pained him more than he thought he was capable when he found him. Obi-Wan could see Anakin. He reached out. His fingers touched the cold of Vader’s helmet. Vader hadn’t lied. Anakin lived. He lived in Vader’s shadow but he lived nevertheless.

“Obi-Wan?”

This time Obi-Wan hummed in response.

Anakin’s helmet quirked to the side, Obi-Wan wanted to choke when he could feel the love in Anakin’s gaze through the mask. “Would you wish me to carry you?”

Obi-Wan blinked as he tried to make his dry mouth work. The last time he had spoken was when he was moaning Anakin’s name in gasps and pants. “I-I can walk.”

The embarrassment of having a Sith Lord having to carry him through the corridors of the Destroyer was not something he wanted to add to the pile.

Clones were already waiting for them at the foot of the ramp, guns poised, they saluted when Anakin walked past them.

Anakin led him through the halls of the ship. Weaponless and defenseless with a collar on his neck and dressed in soiled rags, Anakin placing a heavy hand on his back. Obi-Wan should have felt like a prisoner, but Anakin’s hand was drawing small shapes on the small of his back.

Obi-Wan was sure if he focused enough he would have figured out what Anakin drew on his skin. It was, in an odd way, comforting. He could have fallen asleep from the act.

He noticed how every personnel on the ship tensed when they caught sight of Anakin’s dark suit. How Anakin’s mere footsteps brought them fear. His cape almost drowned Obi-Wan by his side.

Obi-Wan kept his gaze lowered and trained to the reflective durasteel floors.

Obi-Wan knew they could all smell him. He knew how their fearful eyes turned curious when they caught the smell of omega in the air. And their eyes would travel away from Anakin and instead they would turn to him.

He knew how he would have smelled. He knew he smelled obscene. Covered in slick and milk and Anakin’s pheromones still clung to his skin. He smelled like a freshly fuck omega. His own pheromones out in the open, vulnerable for anyone to know.

Whatever suppressants he had still in his body were long gone.

They eventually ended up in Anakin’s room. It was in a more isolated part of the ship but still close enough to the command center for it to be convenient.

Anakin opened the doors and led him inside.

Obi-Wan noticed the extravagantly large bed first. Then the floor to ceiling window on the far side of the room. The couches and small table. The big holoscreen near the couches that projected a recording of one of Kamino’s ocean storms. Lastly, a small door off to the side, most likely leading to the ‘fresher.

“I know it isn’t much, and I wish I could give you more, my love, but it’s only temporary.” Anakin said, slightly nudging Obi-Wan forward by the hand still splayed on his back.

Obi-Wan stumbled inside. His eyes still big as he took in the largeness of the room. It all felt excessive.

He managed to rein himself in before Anakin was able to catch on to his thoughts. Anakin pushed him to sit at the edge of the bed and Obi-Wan’s heart stuttered.

“Are you going to fuck me.” Obi-Wan whispered, panic lacing his body. His words shocked both himself and Anakin.

Anakin took off his mask to hide the fact that he had been taken off-guard. “N-no.” Anakin said, clearing his throat before he continued. “Not here. I don’t want our first time to be on

some

ship, my love, you don’t deserve that.”

Obi-Wan didn’t even notice that he was able to breathe a bit easier at Anakin’s words. He was safe for now, at least.

“Do you want to take a shower? The bathroom is right over there if you want. I-I know it isn’t nice to be covered in sand.” Anakin rambled and Obi-Wan’s heart clenched tight in his chest.

“Y-Yeah, shower would be nice.”

“Take your time, my love, I’ll lay out some clothes for you.”

Obi-Wan suddenly hesitated at the door of the bathroom. Even though he wished for nothing more than to be able to hide himself in the bathroom, he battled with himself if he should say the words that rested at the tip of his tongue.

“Thank you, Anakin.”

The bathroom door closed right behind him. Obi-Wan hadn’t even dared to see the look on Anakin’s face. He knew whatever he saw would frighten him. It would make him crumble like the desert itself. 
  
When Obi-Wan exited from the bathroom, he couldn’t see Anakin anywhere in the room. The towel wrapped securely around his body, his breasts were beginning to fill again and they looked larger than normal with milk in them.

Stepping carefully out of the threshold of the bathroom, Obi-Wan looked around the room once more. Perking up his ears as he tried to listen for any sounds.

It was eerily quiet, nothing but his own breaths and the hum of the ship. His eyes were caught on the clothes splayed out on the bed. They were each different colors, Obi-Wan could help but get closer.

His finger grazed the silks of one of the dresses.

Dresses.

Because that’s what they were. But they were somehow more than just plain dresses. They were everything but modest. Barely transparent cloth and silk and chiffon all woven together. Each unique in how it would reveal the skin of Obi-Wan’s body.

And even though he felt bile rise in the back of his throat at the thought, Obi-Wan was unable not to admire the beauty of the dresses. But the one thing that stuck out the most was the mere fact that no matter which he chose, he would look like a Jabba pleasure slave.

“I personally favour the black one.”

Obi-Wan almost jumped at Anakin’s sudden voice behind his ear. He stiffened when Anakin’s hand rested lightly on his waist.

“W-Why is that?”

Anakin nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Basking in Obi-Wan’s unfiltered scent like a man starved. “Like seeing you in my colors.”

“Oh.”

Obi-Wan didn’t know what to do with the new found silence. Anakin’s fingers were slowly loosening the towel around his body and he knew he would have to swallow his pride and pick. Otherwise Anakin wouldn’t stop until the towel dropped to the floor around their feet.

He stepped out of Anakin’s arms and towards the bed, hands hesitantly reaching out and grabbing the white one. He could feel Anakin’s stare at the back of his neck as Obi-Wan pulled the dress near his body.

“Let me go change.” Obi-Wan's voice was pitifully weak. Already making his way around Anakin, intending to head back into the bathroom.

Anakin stopped him. Obi-Wan’s heart skipped a few of its beats. His yellow eyes tracing over the outline of Obi-Wan’s body.

“You can change here.”

They both knew it wasn’t a request.

Obi-Wan swallowed as his gaze flickered to the ground, shifting his weight side to side. His hand curled around the edge of the towel, not wanting to let go of it.

Biting his lip, Obi-Wan tried to reason with himself. Telling himself that he had already given up everything he had. That he shouldn’t have any embarrassment or shame left within him, especially not after Anakin finger fucked him in a cruiser.

Anakin growled his impatience, Obi-Wan’s hand unfurled and the towel slowly dropped from his chest, down his waist, until it hit the floor with a small thud.

He couldn’t meet Anakin’s face, his eyes brimmed with tears but they didn’t fall past his cheeks.

Obi-Wan gasped when Anakin took a hold of him again. Manhandling him back towards the bed. He fell on the edge of the cushioned bed with a small huff, Anakin towering over him.

The white clothes still in his grasp, Obi-Wan didn’t dare to look up and met Anakin’s eyes. Especially when he knew what awaited him if he did look up. He didn’t want to stare into the molten gold, not when he wanted blue.

He didn’t have to look up for Anakin was suddenly in front of him. Half kneeling at his feet like a knight would to his god.

“Anakin?”

Anakin didn’t respond, merely humming mindlessly as both his mechanical hand and organic hand grazed the skin of his ankle. Slowly trailing his fingers up to Obi-Wan’s calf. Rubbing the skin and muscle in soft strokes, Obi-Wan felt as if he was being worshiped.

“You’re beautiful, my love.” Anakin softly whispered. “You’ve no idea how I ached for you when you were gone.” His tone turned dark as he remembered those months without Obi-Wan. But he came back to himself. “But you’re here now, that’s all that matters, sweet one.”

Anakin had traveled up Obi-Wan’s leg, kissing the inside of his thigh. His fingers still massaging the supple flesh of his leg, tracing small circles and kissing the pale freckles on his skin.

Obi-Wan closed his legs shut as soon as he could. Trying to hide away from Anakin’s touch.

Anakin said nothing but he smiled as if Obi-Wan’s shyness was something that amused him.

“Here, let me help you.” Anakin said, pulling the dress from Obi-Wan’s hands and slowly pulling the dress up his legs.

Anakin took his sweet time dressing Obi-Wan to his liking. Leaving chaste kisses on every inch of Obi-Wan’s skin as much as he could. His fingers were soft and delicate upon his skin as they pulled the dress past his waist and chest. Helping Obi-Wan pull his arms through the thin and transparent sleeves.

When he was finished, Anakin took a small step back to appraise his work. And now that Obi-Wan was dressed in the most omegan way he could think of, Obi-Wan felt more exposed than he had when he was nude.

Anakin pulled him close to his chest by Obi-Wan’s waist. Obi-Wan was beginning to feel like some doll to Anakin. Anakin buried himself back in Obi-Wan’s scent gland, grazing his teeth over it as he started to nip at his skin like some pup.

Obi-Wan’s mind felt foggy and he began to lose himself in the sensation. Began to lose himself inside of Anakin’s arms.

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Obi-Wan was told nothing. Locked inside Anakin's quarters, unable to leave without Anakin's presence at his side. When alone, which, albeit not often, Obi-Wan would pace. He would pace so much he thought he would make a hole in the durasteel floors. The collar on his neck felt more and more constricting with every hour that would pass. He startled when there was a hitch in the ship and then the lights of hyperspace began to stream past the window. Whites and blues and faint purples. It only made Obi-Wan's heart beat faster. Anakin had only told him that they were to visit the newly titled Emperor Sidious. Obi-Wan had no clue what planet they were even heading to. He doubted it would be the inner planets. But nothing was for certain. What was for certain was the fact that he missed Luke dearly. He worried and fretted for Luke's wellbeing. Since the pup was born Obi-Wan hadn't left his side, and now suddenly he was expected not to hold him, much less see him, for who knows how long. His inner omega keened in dissatisfaction. He slumped onto the bed. It was plush under his hands and he felt as if he could melt into the cushion itself. The code at the door beeped, announcing Anakin's entrance. Cape flapped with his every step, heavy boots echoed through the room as Anakin stepped forward. Obi-Wan hated when he wore his mask, cold and unnerving. Obi-Wan did not flinch as Anakin stepped closer. Ripping the helmet off of his face, a glare in his features. Obi-Wan swallowed. "A-Anakin?"Anakin snapped to look over at him. Molten hot eyes seemingly freezing as they gazed Obi-Wan up and down. Obi-Wan felt the urge to cover himself. To wrap a sheet around his half-exposed body. But there was nothing to hide behind. Anakin mockingly quirked his head at Obi-Wan. "What, my love?"Obi-Wan blinked as he curled further into the middle of the bed. Anakin chased after him, knees making a dip in the cushion. Obi-Wan stretched himself out to keep himself out of Anakin's reach. Futile as it was.He pushed himself further from Anakin's hands. The slit of his white dress revealing the entire length of his leg. Anakin's eyes immediately got caught on the pale skin. Obi-Wan's breath picked up, blushing when Anakin's eyes darkened with something other than hate. With the back of his knuckles, Anakin followed the line of Obi-Wan's leg all the way up to his hip.Anakin grabbed Obi-Wan's supple love handles. Pulling him back towards Anakin's own hips. They were pressed flush. Obi-Wan's legs having no other place to go other than to wrap around Anakin's hips. Obi-Wan burned with shame as his cunt was right over Anakin's cock.Realistically Obi-Wan knew that there were plenty of layers of clothes separating them but the mere notion was enough. More so when Obi-Wan knew it was bound to happen.Softly panting, Obi-Wan's hair was splayed out around him like an angelic halo. The grey sheets only exacerbate the orange of his hair. Anakin licked his chapped and parted lips as he gazed down at the sight of what Obi-Wan was. Anakin wanted to devour him. To eat him raw and whole until there was nothing left but their love. Anakin leaned forward, effectively caging Obi-Wan to the bed. Strong and armored arms on each side of his head. Obi-Wan had nowhere to look but up, into Anakin's eyes. Neither of them said anything, merely breathing each other's air like there wasn't enough. "Anakin." Obi-Wan whispered. So quiet and docile it almost didn't sound like him. Anakin's eyes had softened, smelling Obi-Wan's scent like it was his last true lifeline. "You don't know what you do to me, my love." Anakin said. His voice was fervent, his mechanical hand fighting its grip on Obi-Wan's waist. Obi-Wan had no idea how to respond to that. He swallowed harshly, throat clicking as he blinked. Anakin suddenly veered back and it felt like a cold breeze of fresh air consumed Obi-Wan.He never broke eye contact with Obi-Wan as he began to shed the layers of cloth. His cape and boots and chest armor, all coming off. It took some time but Anakin seemed practiced in it. An underlying eagerness in his actions. Obi-Wan didn't move where he laid on the bed. His heart caused mayhem in his chest. Breathing was becoming difficult with every layer Anakin took off. Anakin's yellow eyes pinned him, keeping him unmoving on the bed. Obi-Wan felt like a decorational butterfly on a corkboard. Finally Anakin had gotten himself in just his underclothes. But he soon tugged the undershirt over his head. Leaving him only in his briefs.Obi-Wan had full view of Anakin's bare chest. The white lines of scar on tanned skin, the ridges and grooves. Obi-Wan could spend years inspecting it all. Anakin loomed over Obi-Wan again. Covering him with his mass. Anakin was panting again, his breaths fanning over Obi-Wan's lips and cheeks. Obi-Wan hesitantly placed a hand on Anakin's chest. There was no pressure behind it so it wasn't to push him away but it wasn't there to pull him closer either. Anakin ducked his head, groaning when he felt Obi-Wan's cold hand resting right over his heart. Gazing down at Obi-Wan, it was everything Anakin ever wanted. Both himself and his alpha, immensely pleased. He couldn't help himself when he leaned closer to Obi-Wan's face. Suddenly licking a stripe up Obi-Wan's cheek to the corner of his eye. Obi-Wan's first instinct was to gasp and then a stream of giggles erupted from his chest. Now lightly pushing at Anakin's chest to push him away. It tickled.Anakin didn't budge. Kissing dozens of kisses on Obi-Wan's face wherever he could reach. Obi-Wan's nose, cheek, eyebrow, forehead, chin, jaw. He slowed his pace when he drooped towards Obi-Wan's neck. Spending more time and effort in these kisses. Sucking on the pale skin, slightly tasting like vanilla.Intoxicating. Addicting. Obi-Wan tried to pry Anakin's face away but with the arrival of Obi-wan's resistance, Anakin held his wrists in a tighter grip. Moving his arms over Obi-Wan's head and keeping them there. Anakin's knee bended, nearing Obi-Wan's crotch. Spreading Obi-Wan’s legs even wider. Anakin’s weight pinned Obi-Wan in place. His mouth nipping at Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan was a mess of pants and gasps, his skin vibrating with tickles. He tried to squirm with the best of his ability but it was mostly futile. “I love you,” Anakin suddenly said. “So much.”  Obi-Wan stilled under Anakin, blinking, even without the Force, Obi-Wan could feel the sincerity, the truth, in Anakin’s words. It was distressing.“I know…you don’t feel the same right now—if you ever will—and I know I must seem like a monster to you.” Anakin swallowed harshly like he was fighting back his own words. “I just...all I’ve ever done was with you in consideration.” Anakin’s grip on his wrists loosened but Obi-Wan never thought to pull himself free. Obi-Wan stared into Anakin’s yellow eyes, noticing the wet gleam in them. There was a pain in Anakin.  He hid himself in Obi-Wan’s neck, scenting Obi-Wan to calm himself. Obi-Wan looked up at the durasteel ceiling, feeling Anakin’s breaths on his neck. Felt his lips move as he spoke. “I will give you everything you ever want. If you asked me I would make the universe obey your every word, I would make the stars themselves bow at your feet.” Anakin sniffled and Obi-Wan realized he was softly crying. “I love you so much it hurts.”  One of Obi-Wan’s hands was released from Anakin’s grip, Obi-Wan brought it up to the base of Anakin’s skull. Could feel as Anakin tensed under his touch, Anakin was scared. He was scared, fearful, of what Obi-Wan would do. With Anakin’s face still in the crook of his neck, his heavy body pressing down on Obi-Wan’s own, he combed through the hairs on the back of Anakin’s head. His eyes still glued to the ceiling above him, a constant reminder he was on a Star Destroyer, a collar on his neck. His nails softly, gently, comfortingly, raked over Anakin’s scalp. Anakin melted into the touch, almost preening into it.It was just like how Obi-Wan used to do it when Anakin himself was merely a pup, waking in the middle of the night from nightmares, seeking Obi-Wan’s comfort. He remembered how he used to fall back into restful sleep, head on Obi-Wan’s lap as his fingers ran over his head, slightly scratching, soothing. Obi-Wan had reverted to his old tactics. He had no clue as what to do. Anakin was crying into his shoulder and Obi-Wan couldn’t fix it. He had no words to comfort, no Jedi Code to fall back onto and certainly no one else to consult. Obi-Wan blinked back to himself when he felt the rumblings from Anakin’s chest, something so primal, so instinctual, to be able to hear an alpha’s purr. It wasn’t really a purr, not like an omega’s, but it was the closest thing alpha’s could do. It reverberated from Anakin’s chest like a deep sounding drum, rumbling like an earthquake through their skin. Obi-Wan wished it didn’t calm his racing mind, he wished so dearly that it would have no effect on him but that was not true. They sunk into the mattress of the bed, melting into each other’s warmth, falling into the depths of slumber in each other’s arms. Anakin had ceased his crying and was on the verge of falling truly and deeply asleep. Obi-Wan’s fingers never stopped playing with Anakin’s soft hair, some part of him had missed this. However wrong it was, he missed it. Anakin pressed a gentle and chaste kiss on Obi-Wan’s scent gland, nothing more than his utter devotion behind the action, then he fell asleep. Obi-Wan slightly rolled him to the side just so Anakin’s weight wouldn’t crush his lungs, but Anakin kept half of his body on top of Obi-Wan. His heavy arm draped over Obi-Wan’s chest, keeping him secured where he was. It was strange. It was odd to feel safe in the arms of the enemy.   Obi-Wan woke with Anakin wrapped around him. They had moved at some point during their slumber. The Hyperspace lights were gone, the endless dark of space was what greeted Obi-Wan when he looked out the window. He blinked the sleep from his eyes, he could feel the heat of Anakin’s chest on his back. They were curled up next to each other. Anakin almost covered him whole. Hesitating to sit up, Obi-Wan couldn’t decide as to why he hesitated. Either from fear of waking Anakin or leaving the comforting warmth. What a hole he was digging for himself. Licking his chapped lips, Obi-Wan grabbed Anakin’s wrist, maneuvering it off from his body. Anakin stirred immediately. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Anakin was mumbling as he soon was nearing wakefulness. Obi-Wan patiently waited. Fidgeting with his own fingers as he stared out the large window. Admiring the stars, his mind quickly jumped to the words Anakin had whispered to him. 
The stars would bow at his feet.
“Love?” Anakin half said as he blearily blinked up at Obi-Wan. His voice was hoarse and deep. “We’re out of Hyperspace,” was all Obi-Wan said. It took a second for Anakin to process what was said. He blinked once more before falling back on the pillows. “Just a while longer,” he murmured to himself. Anakin wasn’t talking about Hyperspace.Obi-Wan’s heart clenched, his heart knowing that Anakin had changed little from when he was Obi-Wan’s padawan. But then he looked around, he looked down at himself, at the rumbled white dress he wore, and he knew that wasn’t quite true. Anakin had changed, in ways Obi-Wan didn’t fully know.The person next to him was a sith, Darth Vader, a person Obi-Wan had no clue about but he also was Anakin. A person Obi-Wan had raised. Anakin must have sensed his dilemma. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing...” Obi-Wan knew that wasn’t true. Everything was wrong. “It was just uncomfortable to sleep in this dress.” “I’m sorry,” Anakin said, “there’s more clothes in the closet.” Obi-Wan nodded, wondering if Anakin even saw it. “What about you?” Obi-Wan finally turned to look at Anakin. Anakin’s yellow eyes were half lidded as he stared up at Obi-Wan with a softness on his lips. “Amazing, haven’t felt this rested in a long time.” “I’m sorry.” And Obi-Wan suddenly realized how fake this all felt to him. This fake domesticity simply because he feared what Anakin would do. Obi-Wan returned his eyes to pitch black of space, hearing as Anakin sat up, groaning as he stretched out his muscles. He flinched when Anakin pressed himself against his back. His Mechno hand freezing cold on his exposed skin, running gentle lines on Obi-Wan’s thigh. Anakin seemed content enough, if the humm was anything to go by. “Come, my love, let’s get ready. I’m afraid we will have a long day.” “Oh.” Anakin stood from the bed, almost tripping on his own armor on his way to the bathroom. Anakin had laughed at his own actions, his eyes quickly flickering to Obi-Wan, just to see if Obi-Wan would laugh as well. There was barely a quirk of a lip. Anakin frowned as his brows furrowed. Obi-Wan watched him turn back around towards the bathroom, saw how the muscles on his back flexed, saw how the scars cause ugly shadows to form on his back from the lack of light. Looking back down at his hands, Obi-Wan heard as water began to run, Anakin had left the door open. Obi-Wan had no motivation to try and escape. It was barely his second day in captivity and already he felt it was all useless. He merely wanted to curl back into the bed, to cover himself within the cold and gray sheets and fall back asleep. Wishing he would never have to wake up again. But he knew he wouldn’t do that. Not when he still had Luke to think about. And what of Leia? Surely, he couldn’t leave them behind, not with Anakin. Who knows what he would do if Obi-Wan wasn’t there. Luke would have been killed on the spot, Leia would probably suffer the same fate if she was ever discovered. Obi-Wan felt as if he was back in war, so much relying on his shoulders. Lives, innocent lives already weighing heavy, one wrong move and Obi-Wan would have to watch as his pup was killed by Anakin’s hand. “Obi-Wan? Love?” Anakin shook him from his thoughts, hair dripping wet as a towel was wrapped around his waist. “Are you sure you’re alright?” Obi-Wan dumbly nodded. “I’m just...nervous. The Emperor. Quite the title.” Anakin searched him through the Force, to Obi-Wan it felt like he was being dissected. His mind, open and unguarded for anyone to search through. At the feeling of Anakin’s prodding in his mind, his instincts had Obi-Wan trying to build his mental shields. But it was like trying to build brick walls from sand. Pointless. “I won’t let you get hurt.” Anakin said, placing a hand on Obi-Wan’s knee. “I won’t let him hurt you.” “Thank you.” Obi-Wan found himself truly meaning it, but not for the current reason they were talking about. But for something more. Something, Obi-Wan doubted, Anakin would understand himself. Anakin helped him get dressed, this time Obi-Wan had no word in the matter. Anakin chose a black laced up dress, the materials making him shiver when it grazed his skin.   Obi-Wan was not expected to talk, not that he wanted to anyways. From the moment Anakin escorted him out of the room, the Star destroyer had been idling in empty space for well over an hour. Anakin and him were to take a ship and go to the Emperor all on their own. Downcasting his eyes, Obi-Wan kept himself busy looking down at their steps. How his black shoes were similar to Anakin’s own black boots.Anakin’s gloved hand felt heavy on the small of his back. It was a possessive gesture, it showed everyone that he was Anakin’s property. The collar on his neck was just a physical reminder of it. Right before they were to board Anakin’s ship an Admiral stopped Anakin. Obi-Wan’s breath stuttered as Anakin’s grip on his waist tightened from his displeasure.Anakin whispered into his ear, “Go on, I’ll be right behind you.” Obi-Wan nodded as Anakin released him. The bottoms of his dress fluttered as he walked up the ramp, could faintly hear Anakin and the Admiral still talking. The ship was just as bare as the last time. Cold and dark. Toying the coarse fabric of his sleeve, Obi-Wan sat down at the cot. The sheets were still rumpled from last time. Hidden inside of the ship, Obi-Wan allowed himself to relax. His shoulders slumped as he rested his head on the steel behind him. His hair still slightly damp from his shower. Closing his eyes, Obi-Wan’s hand mindlessly found their way to his collar. He’s found himself forgetting its existence every so often. He had completely forgotten about it earlier today, all until he had looked himself in the mirror. Seeing himself in the reflection he couldn’t believe what he’s turned into. All he could think about was how he used to look like, before the Empire, before the clone wars. His eyes had dimmed, they almost looked grey to him now. His hair was darker now as well, more brown than orange. He also saw the bruises Anakin had placed on his neck, dark and purple and bitten. The flap of Anakin’s cape sounded as he walked up into the ship and alerted Obi-Wan of his presence. He pretended to keep his eyes closed as he laid back on the cot. Watching Anakin through the slit of his eyes. Anakin stood there, mask and all, staring at Obi-Wan. He shifted his weight, and with a barely noticeable deep breath Anakin restarted himself. Closing the ramp as he resumed his trek to the pilot seat. When Anakin was no longer looking at him, Obi-Wan fully opened his eyes and stared at Anakin’s back. Tall and dark, Obi-Wan could see his padawan’s shadow. Anakin cleared his throat, “We should be there in an hour or so.” Obi-Wan hummed, feeling the ship’s engines start up. The vibrations under the tips of his fingers, his bare skin skimming the cold metal and cold sheets, made goosebumps crawl all over his body. Looking out the window past Anakin’s shoulder, Obi-Wan wondered where Luke was. In the grandness of the galaxy, Obi-Wan found it hard to fathom that his little Luke was out there. He couldn’t even begin to picture it. Once the Star Destroyer was far and out of sight did Anakin set the ship onto autopilot. Watching Anakin fly the ship Obi-Wan wished he would stop comparing it to the past. It felt like self-inflicted pain to do so.“My love?” Anakin said, Obi-Wan hadn’t realized he had taken off his mask. “Yes, Anakin?” Anakin stood in front of him, a worried frown on his lips as Obi-Wan looked up at him. Anakin stepped closer, placing a hand on the tip of his shoulder, slowly massaging it. Obi-Wan almost melted into the touch.“I love you,” Anakin said like it would comfort him. Obi-Wan couldn’t hold back his wince. Seeing hurt flash through Anakin’s yellow eyes. “I...I know.” Anakin didn’t say anything after that. Merely falling into the cot next to him. He slumped into himself, looking just as weary as Obi-Wan felt. What were they doing?Obi-Wan was truly grasping their size differences. Anakin was fairly larger than him, his heavy and dark armor only making the difference even bigger. Without his multiple layers of robes, Obi-Wan hated how frail he must have looked.All of his muscle mostly diminished, his skin pale white even when he had lived on the deserts of Tatooine. Hair curling around his jaw and neck. Cold began to seep into his bones and Obi-Wan hated how Anakin seemed to be radiating heat. And so against his better judgment, Obi-Wan leaned on Anakin’s side. Ignoring the harsh material rubbing against his bare skin, all Obi-Wan cared about was how Anakin was warm. How some part of Anakin was safe. And what right did Obi-Wan have to ask for more. After all he’s done, he doesn’t deserve more.     The Emperor's palace was on a gloomy planet, black skies with grey clouds that were everlasting in the sky. The palace itself was sharp edges and high rectangular towers. It wasn’t intricate and beautiful like the palaces of Naboo, no, it was utilitarian. Durasteel and Durarock all working together to form the flat and slick surfaces. They had landed in a small space port that looked like it wasn’t used very much. Desolate and empty was the only way Obi-Wan could describe it all. From the moment they had landed it was like the hairs on the base of his head had raised. There were no guards posted around, no civilians, no traders, no bandits, no people. It was like the planet was dead. Obi-Wan yearned for the Force, feeling exposed and blind without it. He had no sense of what was going on around him. Anakin must have felt his unease for his Force Signature wrapped itself around Obi-Wan. Pulling him close and tight around Anakin. Obi-Wan still had no clue of the empty world around him but at least he was no longer out in the open, unguarded and unsafe “This way, my love.” Anakin started their walk towards the palace. Anakin seemed fairly familiar with the dim planet, his steps were self assured and confident, undisturbed by the lack of life. The further they walked the more Obi-Wan began to notice. There was a lack. A severe lack. Other than the absence of people, there was no sound, no movement. The gray buildings were wealthily made but empty. The streets were clean and decorated but leaves of the trees didn’t sway and bustle. Not a thing was out of place, no speck of dust or dirt. It was as if time had stopped. They were at the doors of the palace sooner than Obi-Wan wanted to be. The lines of Anakin’s face were harsh and prominent under the dark lighting. Anakin used the Force to open the large doors, they groaned like a beast as they opened. Obi-Wan hesitated at Anakin’s side as they entered the palace. It was just as bare and empty as the world outside. Black quartz and black steel lining the floors and walls. They didn’t have to walk very far before the throne room became apparent. Emperor Sidious sat on a high dais throne made of dark rock, intricately detailed. Obi-Wan was able to see Sidious’ yellow eyes from under his hood. Blazing in the darkness of it all.It made Obi-Wan’s heart clench when he realized Emperor Sidious and Anakin shared the same eyes. Emperor Sidious watched them with keen eyes as they walked to the center of the room, high ceilings and sleek walls. Their footsteps echoed louder than their heartbeats. The closer they got to Emperor Sidious the more Obi-Wan began to avoid looking at him. All Obi-Wan could think was how pathetic he’s become. Unable to even look into the eyes of a sith. He had defeated a sith when he was just a padawan and now he couldn’t even look one in the eyes.Anakin’s comforting Force Signature was diminishing around Obi-Wan. He felt his panic start to rise, wanting so badly to claw Anakin’s safety back around him. Anakin fell to one his knees, bowing. Obi-Wan swallowed but he followed Anakin’s lead. His throat ached with a dryness. Emperor Sidious waited a few seconds before he finally spoke. “Please, my apprentice, no need for such formalities, especially in my home. Rise, will you.” It was merely more insult to the wound to hear his padawan be called another’s apprentice. Anakin rose with swift action, giving Obi-Wan his hand to help him from his knees. Obi-Wan’s manners had him urging to thank Anakin, but he knew he was not expected to speak. Obi-Wan straightened out the creases of his dress just so he could do something with his hands. “How have you been, my apprentice? All well in my Empire.” “Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan almost thought Anakin had been speaking to him. “And I see you’ve finally found your omega.” Emperor Sidious said. An undertone in his voice. Anakin tensed next to him. “I have.” “He’s quite the beauty, isn’t he?” Anakin’s jaw tightened as a low growl emitted from his chest. His grip on Obi-Wan’s waist grew taunt. Emperor Sidious suddenly smiled as he looked down at the two. “At ease, young one, I have no plans to steal him from you.” He leaned further back on his throne, “I’ve merely never had the pleasure of being in the presence of an omega.” “I can see why they are so desperately wanted.” Emperor Sidious said more to himself than to them. His eyes almost greedy as he looked at Obi-Wan’s exposed skin. Anakin must have felt the same as Obi-Wan for he shielded Obi-Wan’s body the best he could without being obvious. But Sidious knew, he always knew. “Master, we’ve come to ask for your blessing. It would mean…a great deal to us.” Anakin said through gritted teeth. Emperor Sidious didn’t say anything for a very long moment. A smile still on his thin lips but it was as if he had forgotten it was there. “Of course, but first, would you care to join me for dinner. The cooks have made quite the meal.” They both knew it was not a request, it was a demand. “It’d be our honor, master.”   They were escorted away from the throne room and into the corridors of the palace by a droid that had no speaking module. The Emperor hadn’t accompanied them as they walked the halls, following the droid’s steps. Anakin’s chest was still slightly rumbling, a hand on Obi-Wan’s neck, thumbing at the collar to assure himself that Obi-Wan was still there. That Obi-Wan wouldn’t leave him. Obi-Wan wanted to say something to Anakin, to ask his questions, to try and understand what had just happened but he knew just because the droid was unable to speak didn’t mean it could not listen in.He kept his hands clasped in front of him. The Emperor had told them to go on ahead, he would join them soon enough. The silence in the halls was deafening. Anakin was slowly calming himself, his face was slightly pinched but his breathing had mellowed out. Fangs no longer protruding and ready for battle. But Obi-Wan could feel the coiled tension under Anakin’s skin. Muscles jumping at any noise. Emperor Sidious arrived just as they did, both nodding to each other in greeting as the droid opened the door.They entered the dining room, Sidious leading the way. The table was set, food of every delicacy lining every plate. The two center pieces were the cooked bodies of entire animals they were to eat. A rare fish from the depths of Kamino and a wild boar from Alderaan. Other smaller plates were set about, salads and minor meats perfectly cooked and seasoned. A meal fit for a king. “Come, come,” Sidious said, motioning for the various chairs of the dining table. Anakin sternly nodded, following Sidious’ command, moving to seat himself at one of the chairs. Obi-Wan was prepared to follow Anakin but Sidious took a hold of his wrists. Old and wrinkled fingers surprisingly sturdy in their grip. They all stopped where they stood. Obi-Wan’s heart caused a racket in his chest, beating so fast blood couldn’t pump quick enough. Sidious smiled. “Sit with me, would you?” Obi-Wan swallowed. Glancing a look over to Anakin. “Of course.” Anakin watched them with narrowed eyes, his fingers digging into the wooden chair under him. Sidious led Obi-Wan to the seat directly across from Anakin, right next to the head chair of the table. Sidious pulled the chair out for Obi-Wan, watching him with a cold smile. Obi-Wan gave a whisper of a ‘thank you’ as he sat down. His hands trembled. Emperor Sidious was dark in the Force, so much so, not even Anakin could shield him from it. The smile on Sidious’ face grew when he heard Obi-Wan’s voice. His hand falling onto the exposed skin of Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Obi-Wan’s back straightened out forcibly. His breaths become harder to come by. Sidious’ nails lightly pinching at his skin. Anakin, right across from him, was barely holding back his snarl. Hands made into tight fists on the table. He was blatant in his emotions. Sidious wasn’t even looking at Obi-Wan as he trailed his hand higher and higher. Grazing the crook of his neck, one of his longer fingers dipping into his collarbone. He ran his hand across the small metal of Obi-Wan’s collar. Anakin’s fangs peeked out from under his top lip, completely coated in venom. A fire blazed in Anakin’s yellow eyes as he attentively watched Sidious’ hand. Obi-Wan knew it was all a test. Sidious was merely gauging Anakin and Anakin seemed to be none the wiser to it. Careless in showing his emotions. Sidious’ fingers found their way to his mating gland, getting dangerously close. Obi-Wan’s eyes unconsciously fluttered shut, his limbs were stockstill as he waited. He had no idea what was to come. Anakin’s pheromones were overrunning his mind, it made him lightheaded. Obi-Wan could also faintly smell Sidious’ own arousal. It made him nauseous, the smell of food was disgusting him now. Sidious’ hand suddenly disappeared, the spot where it once was on his neck became cold. Obi-Wan couldn’t find it in himself to open his eyes. Trying to breathe through the mess in his head. He felt as if he was teetering in his chair. “Let’s eat, shall we.” Sidious took his seat at the head of the table. With a stuttered breath, Obi-Wan blinked open his eyes. Anakin was staring at him, eyebrows drawn together, a heavy snarl on his lips that Obi-Wan knew was not meant for him. Anakin was merely trying to get confirmation that he was okay. Once Obi-Wan gave him a small nod, did Anakin look away from him and to Sidious, bloodlust in his eyes. Emperor Sidious paid it no mind, plating himself a portion of food. The tension in the room was oppressing. It was when Sidious reached for something on the table in Obi-Wan’s direction when Anakin’s fuse blew. A deep snarl ripped out of Anakin as he stood up, it was so violent and volatile that his chair tumbled to the ground. His hands slamming on the table, plates and dishes shook, some fell, splattering food to the floor. Anakin’s lips were curled to further expose his sharp teeth, Anakin looked ready to completely tear Sidious into shreds. Prepared to leave nothing but a corpse that wouldn’t even resemble a human.Sidious put down the fork in one of his hands, clasping his hands together on his lap as he observed Anakin. Obi-Wan’s whimper went ignored, mind fully fuzzy now. He was drowning in Anakin’s pheromones. “Stop this, you are not a mindless beast, you are my apprentice, a sith, behave like one.” Sidious said. The table trembled under them, the plates and cups rattled and clinked together. The Force was unconsciously responding to Anakin’s anger. The room felt like it was closing in on them. The Force was preparing to attack. Sidious felt how the Force was turning violent, how it was turning it’s back to everyone but Anakin. Sidious was the only one who took notice of that fact. Anakin did not back down, hands becoming fists once more. Sidious watched him, raking his eyes up and down. Knowing that Anakin was fraying on the edges. Sidious broke away from Anakin’s gaze, eyes falling to the plate in front of him. Placing a smile on lips, one that said he had gained more than he had lost. “I will not touch your omega, Vader.” Sidious said. “Let us just eat dinner in peace.” Anakin was breathing harshly, his breaths loud in the air around them. The table stopped rattling. Obi-Wan keenly watched the atmosphere around the two, Anakin was still tense and Obi-Wan knew enough about people to know Sidious was on the edge as well. Sidious’ fingers twitched to his lightsaber.His jaw was tightly shut together, biting down on his tongue, Obi-Wan waited. Knowing not to move in order not to bring attention to himself. Anakin used the Force to straighten out his chair back under him. Made a show of tossing back his cape as he sat down. Spreading his legs wide as he rested his elbows on the table.  Posturing. Anakin was posturing. Sidious nodded to himself as he picked up his fork from the table and began to eat. Anakin heaved a breath through his nose but he too started to fill his plate. Obi-Wan waited a few seconds before he followed suit. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to stomach any of the meats, he plated a Naboolian pear and started to cut into it. “So, tell me the reports from the middle rim. I’ve heard they are not accepting Imperial rule.” Sidious said. Anakin took a moment before he answered. Taming his anger before he answered. “We’ve subdued the major cities in every planet, all that remains are the small groups of rebels hiding in the outskirts. They’ll be destroyed soon enough.” Anakin blinked over to Obi-Wan. “I’ll make sure of it.”   “I’ll like to speak to him, privately.” Emperor Sidious said. They had barely finished their draining dinner. Already near the door of the dining room. Prepared to leave.Anakin tensed, “What for?” He ground out. “I merely wish to have a conversation with him before I bless your union. I do wish to get to know your future mate, my apprentice.” Anakin pulled Obi-Wan closer to his chest before he released his grip. Anakin nodded. “I’ll be right outside.”Obi-Wan didn’t want to let go of Anakin’s cloak, fearing to be left alone, defenseless and weak, with Darth Sidious. The door closed behind Anakin and it felt like it was Obi-Wan’s execution. Forcing himself to look over at Sidious, Obi-Wan ignored the shiver that ran up his spine. He kept his calm composure. “Come, let us sit somewhere more comfortable.” Sidious said, leading the both of them through another set of doors, adjacent to the ones where Anakin left through. Obi-Wan kept his head bowed as he trailed after Emperor Sidious’ robes. Goosebumps grew on his bare skin, feeling the cold temperature of the palace. The fabric of his dress not holding any warmth. They walked down the small corridor. “I must say I barely recognized you, Kenobi. You don’t hold much resemblance to your former self.” Sidious antagonized. “Nothing like the Jedi Master I once knew.” Sidious opened another set of doors to what looked like a small study, two tables and a coffee table next to the floor to ceiling window. The window was the only source of dim light. Obi-Wan bit his tongue before he spoke. “What do you want, Palpatine.” Sidious stilled for a short moment at the mention of his former name. “Have a seat, Kenobi.”  His eyes flickered to the plush chairs next to the window. With a steadying breath he turned his back to Sidious as he walked into the room and sat down. Sidious waited until Obi-Wan had sat down before he made his way to a small bar off to the side, pouring two cups. Coming back, Sidious placed one drink in front of Obi-Wan before he sat opposite of him. Yellow eyes carefully studied Obi-Wan. “I can see why he’s enamored with you.” Obi-Wan hid the clench of his jaw. “Can you?” Sidious nodded. “Your scent…it’s intoxicating.” Obi-Wan suddenly became self-conscious. Trying to tame down his scent but it was futile without blockers or suppressant. His natural scent would escape him no matter what. Sidious took a sip from his drink, the wrinkles of his face creasing as he stared at Obi-Wan over his cup. His gaze was unnerving. “I was quite surprised when young Skywalker told me of your true designation.” Obi-Wan blinked. “He told you?”  “It was quite hard to wrap my mind around it at first, Obi-Wan Kenobi, an omega. But when Skywalker came to me in need of comfort and professing his love for you, his need for you. Well, things fell easily into place after that.” Obi-Wan ached, hearing how Anakin had gone to Sidious instead of him hurt. He swallowed the bile in the back of his throat. “Some part of me wants to thank you, Kenobi. The Jedi destroyed themselves, once they found out about you...it was truly their own demise, not even I could have done better than that.” Obi-Wan stared at Sidious, unblinking. Hate mixed with tears graced the edge of his eyes. Sidious swirled the drink in hand. “All I had to do was push Anakin into realizing he could have everything he ever dreamed of. To take it.” Sidious smiled. “And he did.” “Why did you bring me here, surely it wasn’t just to gloat, was it?”“Perhaps it was.” Sidious said. “But no, I wanted to get a sense of this new you, Kenobi. It’s fascinating in a way, to see that not even you realize the truth of this.” “Realize what?” Obi-Wan sharply said. His scent souring and Sidious’ nose pinched up. “That would ruin it all, if I told you.” Sidious looked down at him, a darkness in his yellow eyes. Underneath his smiles and laughs was evil. “You’ll never escape, Kenobi, surely you’ve known this by now.” “The Force holds an uncertain future, no one will ever truly know what will happen.” “Not for you.” Sidious said. His cup clinking as he placed it down on the table. “You’ll die.” “Everyone dies, Darth, even you.” Sidious seemed unhappy at the reminder. He leaned back on his chair. “You are tied to my apprentice, there will never be an escape. Remember that.” And with a wave of his hands the doors flew open, banging against the wall. A droid stood there waiting, Obi-Wan couldn’t tell if it was the same as before. Obi-Wan knew when he’s been told to leave, he stood, never having taken a sip from his drink. He walked towards the door, waiting for the droid to lead him back. But before the doors closed behind him, Sidious said one last thing. “You're bound to him, the Force itself has decreed it.” The doors slammed shut. Obi-Wan pretended his heart wasn’t pounding in his chest. He pretended Sidious hadn’t rattled him, that his words didn’t echo in his mind like a drum.The moment Obi-Wan was deposited back into the hallway Anakin resided in, he felt the pit in his stomach lessen. When the doors opened, Anakin looked up in surprise, seeing Obi-Wan come out from different doors from the one to the dining room. Anakin took long strides to Obi-Wan’s side. Ensnaring him in a tight hug as he immediately started to scent him. Burrowing himself into Obi-Wan’s scent gland, nipping and licking it. Obi-Wan gave no objection, embracing the heat that Anakin provided. “I’m sorry, m’sorry, so sorry.” Anakin whispered into his ear, nothing but apologies leaving his lips, they almost sounded like sweet nothings. Obi-Wan shook his head, Anakin was completely covering him. Hiding Obi-Wan within his dark armor and cape. His hands running up and down Obi-Wan’s back and arms, trying to be comforting. Obi-Wan knew he shouldn’t allow himself to cry, he couldn’t allow himself. But he wanted to, he so desperately wanted to. But all of this was wrong, so very wrong. He shouldn’t be here in Emperor Sidious’ palace and he shouldn’t be taking comfort from Anakin’s arms, not when his Anakin was a sith. All of this was wrong, and Obi-Wan knew it. Yet it didn’t stop him when Anakin pulled him closer to his chest. It didn’t stop the fact that Obi-Wan felt safer by Anakin’s side than he’s ever felt before. Not even Qui-Gon, his own master, would have made him feel safe. Anakin was familiar, he’s been with Anakin for the past twenty years. Obi-Wan didn’t want to let him go now. He loved him.  He always had.

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They were back on the Star Destroyer.

It was wrong. Obi-Wan knew that. But in the span of hours it had taken them to reboard the ship, Obi-Wan had accepted it.

There was no getting out of this. His knees far too deep in the mud. In the literal sense and the metaphorical, Obi-Wan was stuck. Undeniably so.

The question now is what he does next, like countless times before, lives, rested heavily on his shoulders. He couldn’t only think of his own throat but of others. Luke, most importantly. Consequences could lead to Leia’s discovery, Bail’s death, Ahsoka’s, or any other Jedi still roaming the endless galaxy.

Vader

would hunt them down, currently is, Vader didn’t have mercy, he didn’t have humanity. He would kill it all until there was nothing left.

A creature of ruin

. At the end of it all he would destroy himself because that was the type of Sith he was. Mindless destruction.

They all knew this, even the Sith Emperor. That is why the Emperor did what he had done when they had visited. He was trying to claw for something to hold his control over Vader, for they could both see how it was slipping through his fingers like Tatooine sand.

Now that all the fear and panic that had clouded Obi-Wan’s mind dissipated, it was calm. Like standing in the middle of a Kamino storm, Obi-Wan could see clearly. With or without the Force, Obi-Wan had always been a stronger thinker.

But underneath all of that darkness that was Vader, Anakin was still clinging onto life, holding Obi-Wan’s hand desperately. His vision and thoughts swarmed with a twistedness and darkness but

he still lived.

And that was all Obi-Wan needed to work with.

As long as Anakin was still there, Obi-Wan could hope. He could manage with just that.

Entering Anakin’s quarters, Obi-Wan stalls at the front of the room as Anakin lingers behind him. Obi-Wan stares out the window as the door closes behind them. Anakin’s cloak rests heavy over his shoulders, he had given it to him after they had left the palace. Anakin had mistaken his full body shivers from the cold of the planet.

“I am…sorry, my love.” Anakin said. Obi-Wan blinked in mild surprise. It was rare to get an apology from his Anakin, more so when it sounded so sincere. “Tonight had not gone as I had…hoped.”

“Oh.”

“And I am aware… on how your kind do not bode well with such stress.”

“My kind?” Obi-Wan asked. There was very little knowledge of the Stewjoni people.

“Omegas.”

Oh,

right.

Obi-Wan did not even answer Anakin's words. Still standing where he stood as Anakin walked closer. Perhaps Anakin merely

loved

him because it was nothing but biology. Would any of this had even happened if he had not told Anakin of his true designation when he had turned thirteen. Was it merely the fact that Anakin had gotten feelings confused when he had presented as an alpha.

“I love you.” Anakin whispered into the cusp of his ear. His breath tickling his hair on the nape of his neck. His hands resting on top of his shoulders, on top of his cloak.

The cloak itself dwarfed Obi-Wan inside, shrouded by the black fabric, he was almost swimming in it.

“Let’s get you comfortable, my love.” And Anakin without asking shrugged off the cloak off from Obi-Wan’s shoulders. Throwing it to the side.

Obi-Wan resisted saying anything of opposition, stilling his body so he would not flinch under Anakin’s hand. Obi-Wan thought it was becoming redundant, how his body went stock-still as his only thought was of fear of Anakin’s touch, especially when he had willingly fallen into Anakin’s own arms back in the palace.

Contrary to what Qui-Gon had taught him, Obi-Wan could not control his body, he could barely reign in his mind.

Obi-Wan swallowed when Anakin slipped off the black sleeves down his arms. Anakin’s hand caressed Obi-Wan’s torso, his large hand running through the slickness of the fabric, feeling Obi-Wan’s body until it slowed on Obi-Wan’s stomach. Resting heavily right over Obi-Wan’s womb.

His breath stuttered, Anakin’s hand felt possessive. Proprietary and demanding. Because it was true.

He gave himself to Anakin.

Anakin’s larger frame hung over Obi-Wan’s. His short hair falling down over his eyes as he scented at Obi-Wan’s gland. Placing soft kisses all over the back of his neck and freshly exposed shoulder.

Obi-Wan leaned back into Anakin’s warmth. Anakin’s chest entirely covered Obi-Wan’s back, clinging on to him like a shadow.

His heart picked up pace as Anakin’s fingers tugged at the black dress. Pulling it down Obi-Wan’s chest ever so slowly. It felt intimate. Unfathomably so.

Obi-Wan panted, his breaths becoming labored. His entire world was drenched in Anakin. His scent was all Obi-Wan could smell, charcoal and wood, it was overbearing. Hands roaming over his skin without permission. Anakin pulled him unreasonably closer. He could not leave.

The silk fabric drooped past his breasts, the cold air made him hiss. Anakin was quick to assure him. His mechanical hand cupping his breasts, a drop of milk spilled over. Obi-Wan gasped and swiftly bit his tongue to stop any other noises as the droplet fell down his skin.

Anakin’s other hand reached down lower, far too low, slowly tugging Obi-Wan’s clothes down with him. Only stopping when the fabric rested on Obi-Wan’s waist but Anakin’s hand still felt. Running his fingers softly over the mound of Obi-Wan’s cunt.

Obi-Wan couldn’t quite catch his breath as he stared out into the star filled darkness. It was mesmerizing. The beauty, the freedom.

Anakin nipped on the corner of his jaw, his fangs slightly poking at his skin and the venom that coated them.

His chest heaved.

“You make it hard to control what I wish to take, my love, you make me…” Anakin swallowed harshly, “I know I said we would wait but…the things you do to me.”

“Anakin.”

“I’m sorry.”

And Anakin picked Obi-Wan up and carried him towards the bed. Splaying him out on the sheets as he roughly ripped the rest of the cloth from Obi-Wan’s waist and down his legs. Leaving him bare except his underwear. Frilly and small as it was.

Anakin was back on him like a hound. Covering Obi-Wan’s body with his own as he kissed him. His palms pinning Obi-Wan’s shoulders down on the bed. Unable to move, unable to fight, unable to think.

Obi-Wan hissed, his body tensing. Anakin had grinded down on him and his rough fabric of his armor chaffed at his skin uncomfortably.

Anakin pressed a small kiss on his shoulder as an apology but he did not stop. Unreasonably determined to drench Obi-Wan in his scent. To mark him and claim him. Unsatisfied with the fact that Sidious’ rotten musk had taken root in Obi-Wan’s skin. The Emperor had left his mark and Anakin wanted it

gone.

He had half a mind to not rip Obi-Wan’s skin right off, just so he could remove the scent from Obi-Wan’s being.

Anakin resorted to other methods instead. Licking and biting blatantly at Obi-Wan’s gland. In another world it would have been disrespectful, it would have been

wrong,

a thing done only between mated pairs. But Obi-Wan was Anakin’s in every way except biologically, so, really, he couldn’t say anything to stop it.

Obi-Wan could,

would,

do nothing in opposition. He couldn’t push Anakin away, his body heavy on top of him, couldn’t twist his head to shy away for Anakin was firmly holding his chin in place. And he wouldn’t say anything.

But Obi-Wan knew most of these things were flimsy excuses. The deep rooted truth of it all was that he had given himself to Anakin. The sole reason for everything.

Obi-Wan had no right to deny him anything, even if Obi-Wan didn’t want any of this.

Anakin felt oppressive as he loomed over Obi-Wan. His gloved hand roaming over Obi-Wan’s body when Obi-Wan had made no move to squirm away from his touch. Anakin touched him, almost reverently, handled and treated as if he were Anakin’s personal doll. And he was, he was anything Anakin wanted him to be.

Teeth dug into the flesh of his neck, pouring venom inside. It left Obi-Wan mindless and dazed. Unreasonably numb.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan said, feeling the liquid trail down his neck. Anakin’s mechno hand was tight on his waist. Digging into his muscles and skin. Anakin was losing himself.

Anakin hummed. Moving his nips and kisses up to his face before moving to the other side of Obi-Wan’s neck.

“It hurts.” He said.

“I know,” Anakin said. “It hurts me too.”

They weren’t talking about the same thing. Obi-Wan wondered if it was intentional then. His mechno hand getting progressively tighter and tighter on his hip. Crushing his bone. Bruising his skin. His neck spilling with blood.

Anakin was getting drunk off of his scent. Completely dazed as he buried himself in Obi-Wan’s pure scent. Sidious’ long gone, slowly replacing it with his own. Anakin was running on pure instincts.

Obi-Wan swallowed. “You’re hurting me.”

Some part of Obi-Wan didn’t even want to say it. Fearing that Anakin would get angry at his words. But the pain was becoming consuming. He needed to know if Anakin had

wanted

to cause him pain.

It was like a flash. A snap. Anakin froze briefly before he ripped himself away from Obi-Wan. Struggling to pry open his mechno hand and pulling it away. Leaving behind a patch of bloodless skin behind, it would bruise disgustingly in a few hours.

Blood was covering Obi-Wan’s scent gland, dripping down his neck down to his collarbone but most of it drenched the gray sheets underneath him.

Anakin could only stare, his yellow eyes slightly wide in shock, surprise, bringing two of his fingers up to his lips, slowly, carefully, like he was scared of what he would find.

Obi-Wan watched, still unmoving, as Anakin touched his red lips, covered in Obi-Wan’s blood. A bit of it dripped down the corner of his mouth, leaving a trail in its wake.

“I’m sorry, I–” Anakin struggled to find his words. “I didn’t smell it.”

And that was that.
  
The Star Destroyer wasn’t able to enter Coruscant’s atmosphere. It docked on an outerlaying space dock instead as Anakin and him boarded a smaller star ship. It was a private cruiser, lavish couches and seats with a small bar implemented on the side. Holoscreens and windows bordering the walls, it was luxury.

Anakin sat on the couch, they were the only ones onboard, the droids piloting. Anakin had discarded his helmet, tossing it to the small table, he kept running his hands through his short hair.

Obi-Wan sat on the other side of the ship, on a couch that faced one of the larger windows, watching as Coruscant grew closer and closer. Admiring the intricacies of it all. His home planet. The barely visible skyscrapers, the golden lines and shapes appearing on the dark side of the planet.

He wondered if the Jedi Temple still stood or if it was destroyed like the rest of them.

“How are you feeling?” Anakin asked.

Obi-Wan blinked, the heavy cloak Anakin had placed over his shoulders before they departed hid his fidgeting fingers. “Well.”

The bacta had healed the deep punctures on his neck and stopped the bruise from fully blooming.

Anakin hummed but there was a tone of dissatisfaction lacing under it. Obi-Wan did not turn to look at him, keeping his gaze set on the black of space.

Obi-Wan bites his lip, “you are sure Luke will be there when we land?”

Anakin’s eyes roam over the base of his neck, Obi-Wan could feel their weight. But Anakin sighs as he drinks from the glass cup in his hand. “Yes, my love, the pup is already waiting for you in our home.”

“Our home?”

Anakin ignores his question. Obi-Wan loses the battle and he twists his neck to look Anakin face on. Anakin had already been looking at him, their eyes immediately meeting.

“Come, my love.” Anakin beckons for him.

Obi-Wan holds back on his immediate reaction, his first thought was to snark on how he wasn’t Anakin’s dog. But he held his tongue dutifully and stood up from where he sat. Smoothing down the creases in the cloak just to delay the inevitable.

His heels clicked on the metal of the floor and soon enough, far too soon, he stood in front of Anakin.

Anakin gazed up at him, a soft smile playing on his lips. Obi-Wan swallowed, his feet kept shifting his weight. Anakin’s hand reached out, Obi-Wan stayed where he stood, his jaw only slightly clenching.

“Is the collar irritating your wounds?”

Obi-Wan shook his head. Anakin nodded as his fingers toyed with the cloak’s slit opening, slightly pulling it open to reveal Obi-Wan’s clothes and skin. His heart rate picked up.

Anakin thumbed at the cloth as he lowly chuckled.

Obi-Wan quirked his head at the unexplainable reaction, his brows furrowing. “What?”

Anakin’s eyes blinked up at him, yellow irises almost seemed to glow. “Nothing, my love.”

Anakin suddenly grew a smirk, a laugh coying at the edges of his eyes as he tugged Obi-Wan down onto him.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help the startled gasp that escaped him. His new found position was oddly angled, his knees were half straddling Anakin’s lap, half digging into Anakin’s thigh.

“Just admiring the view s’all.”

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan said, it was half of a whisper, some chastising in it. Obi-Wan could recognize flirting when confronted.

Anakin only smiled up at him. Large hands circling around Obi-Wan’s waist as he pulled him closer. Obi-Wan’s hands had nowhere else to go but Anakin’s shoulders, just so he could hold himself steady.

Obi-Wan couldn’t feel Anakin’s skin, his strong and defined muscles underneath the sturdy armor. But his own soft skin was sensitive to the roughness of it all.

They settled into some-what comfortable positions. Obi-Wan resting his weight on top of Anakin’s. He waited for Anakin to say something. But Anakin didn’t say a thing. It only kept driving a wedge between what Obi-Wan remembered and now.

Anakin only stared up at him. His lips laxed and his eyes softening at the edges as they roamed. If Obi-Wan went back in time he would realize Anakin had looked at him like this countless times before.

It was how Anakin used to look at him when he was a youngling, when it was just the two of them in their room at the Jedi Temple. Late in the evenings after dinner and training and they would just relax. When Obi-Wan would read his favorite texts to Anakin, he would look up at him as he read with a content fondness, like Obi-Wan was the epitome of comfort.

One of Obi-Wan’s hands trailed up Anakin’s shoulders, Anakin did not flinch when Obi-Wan placed his hand on his neck. Obi-Wan observed with fascination. Anakin wholly trusted him. Anakin did not fear pain from him.

He pressed a light pressure on a tendon on Anakin’s neck, Anakin did not move, kept his eyes solely on Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan moved his hand further up, smoothing a thumb over Anakin’s stubbled cheek.

A burn built up in the back of his eyes as his throating began to ache. His vision became fuzzy. Obi-Wan ducked his head in Anakin’s neck. Unable to show how his eyes watered. Wishing he could hide from it all.

Anakin never said a thing, no noise escaped him but a single rumble. A purr. It resonated from deep in his chest and Obi-Wan took a semblance of comfort from it.

Obi-Wan’s fingers toyed with the small hairs on the base of Anakin’s skull. If he fell deep enough, he could pretend it was like all those years ago. When he was barely a Knight, when it was just the two of them again. 
  
Anakin loomed over his shoulder as the ship docked. He had lifted the hood over Obi-Wan’s head before the ramp fully lowered, shadowing the majority of his face. Anakin had also clipped his helmet back on.

Stormtroopers were already waiting for them, they were lined in formation, guns slung over their shoulders.

With a gentle hand on the small of his back, Anakin pressed them forward, allowing Obi-Wan to walk in front of him as Anakin kept vigilant watch of their surroundings.

Obi-Wan kept his gaze downcasted as they walked by the soldiers, their shoulders were stiff as Anakin, Darth Vader, walked past them. The entire hanger was deathly silent, no ships were around them and the few that were in the distance all stopped to watch.

Obi-Wan suddenly recalls all of the stories he’s heard of the infamous Darth Vader. What he heard about the person right next to him hasn't fully connected. Maybe it was because Obi-Wan hasn’t truly seen Darth Vader. He’s only really known

Anakin.

Darth Vader was merciless, massacring entire species. Destroying the small factions of the rebels. Darth Vader has caused genocide.

That

wasn’t his Anakin.

And it was like that night at the Jedi Temple all over again. Even as Obi-Wan watched as Anakin kill that youngling, watched as he killed the majority of the council, as he destroyed everything the Jedi had, Obi-Wan could not accept it.

Deep down and forgotten, Anakin was still that little blonde boy his Master had taken from Tatooine. In no universe would that small boy would have ever become Darth Vader.

Anakin was meant to be the chosen one. His Master had said so. He was supposed to be the one who saved them all.

Obi-Wan felt the mechno hand curl around his waist. The Stormtroopers saluted Vader as they boarded the speeder. Two of the soldiers boarding alongside them before the doors slid shut. Anakin pulled him close as they floated into the highways of Coruscant and Obi-Wan saw the solemn ruin of what was left of the Jedi Temple.

But Anakin had been the one who had destroyed them all. Master Qui-Gon had been wrong all along and they would have to suffer for it.

The age of Jedi was over.

It was time Obi-Wan truly accepted it. He wasn’t a Jedi anymore, there are

no

Jedi. There was only the Empire left standing, there were siths, and there was

Anakin.

Obi-Wan felt the tingling sensation of Anakin in the back of his mind. The collar rested on his neck, it was featherlight on his skin but it served a heavy reminder. A reminder Obi-Wan would not forget.

And Anakin’s hand fell softly on his cloak, sneaking its way inside, disappearing from view from everyone but Obi-Wan and Anakin could feel. And Obi-Wan felt as Anakin’s warm hand, leather and all rested on his thigh. Giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance before traveling to find Obi-Wan’s hand.

Their fingers interlaced with each other. They did not gaze at each other, Anakin had his steely gaze towards the stormtrooper, black helmet hiding all and Obi-Wan kept his eyes on the cityscape.

A secret hidden under the cloak. A secret, a promise, not even the galaxy would know, they would be the only ones who would ever know.

The Speeder landed on the terrace of a skyscraper. It wasn’t the tallest of the neighboring towers but it was most certainly the largest.

The moment the speeder came to a halt, the stormtroopers were quick to disembark, leaving Obi-Wan and Anakin to take their time.

Anakin lightly tugged on Obi-Wan’s hand but Obi-Wan did not yet stand. He stared out into the evening sky for a bit longer, admiring the skyline he had grown up with. How he’s missed it.

“Darling?”

Obi-Wan blinked at Anakin’s new endearment. Looking over, Obi-Wan tried to hide his disappointment at seeing Anakin’s helmet instead of his eyes.

Anakin’s hand squeezed his from under the cloak once more, Obi-Wan gave a faint and fleeting smile before he nodded. He felt an unexplainable and unreasonable nervousness.

Anakin helped him to his feet, gingerly taking Obi-Wan’s fingers into his as if he was going to press gentle kisses onto the knuckles of Obi-Wan’s calloused hands.

Leading him down the small ramp of the speeder, Anakin was commanding in his presence as they walked closer to the doors of the building leaving behind the parked speeder.

Anakin held the door open for him as he walked inside. Obi-Wan immediately noticed how elegantly furnished it all was. Far more than anything else he’s seen. Decorated for royalty. And maybe it was. Obi-Wan glanced back at Anakin. Perhaps his

Anakin

was the Prince of Darkness the rumors claimed him to be.

“What is this?” Obi-Wan’s voice was soft spoken, a hushed whisper only Anakin would be able to hear.

Obi-Wan quickly noted how Anakin stalled, how he addressed the stormtroopers in order to delay his response to Obi-Wan.

He kept up his stance, waiting patiently for Anakin to finish speaking to the stormtroopers. How he told them to wait downstairs. The head stormtrooper gave a curt nod and salute before the two of them disappeared down a hall.

“Anakin?”

Anakin hesitated, then a hiss sounded in the air as he slipped off his mask. Obi-Wan wondered if Anakin was watching the stormtroopers in the Force before he took it off.

Anakin licked his chapped lips as he met Obi-Wan’s eyes. “What do you think?”

“Of what?”

“Our home.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said, he looked around once more in a new light. “So this is where you have been living?”

Obi-Wan heard Anakin’s throat click as he swallowed and he puzzled if that unexplainable nervousness he had been feeling was not his.

“Well, not really, I haven't been planet side in a couple months.” Anakin confessed, an atypical shyness overtaking his features. “Actually I haven’t spent a night here yet.”

“Why not?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I have been waiting for you.”

Obi-Wan did not respond.

“So…do you like it?”

Obi-Wan saw how Anakin’s gloved hands grew into fists at his side

Obi-Wan watched Anakin’s reactions with careful eyes as he tried to find the right words. Looking around as he spoke, Obi-Wan was trying to diffuse Anakin’s growing anger. “I…well, I suppose…”

“You don’t like it.”

Anakin gritted out and Obi-Wan saw how a flame rose in his eyes.

Obi-Wan swallowed. “No–I do, Anakin, truly, I do. It’s just…” Anakin’s eyes narrowed. “I’m just not used to it, is’all.”

Anakin still did not look fully convinced but he conceded.

A few tense seconds passed before Anakin broke his gaze, eyes falling to the floor in a mock submission. “I’ll show you around.”

They were barely entering the lavish kitchen when Obi-Wan heard it. A baby’s cry.

Obi-Wan stood frozen as his eyes went wide. Anakin looked almost annoyed.

“He’s here?” Obi-Wan breathlessly said.

Anakin’s eyes narrowed as he stared towards the island counter, a tick in his jaw. “Yes.”

And Obi-Wan disappeared down the hall. He didn’t really know where he was going but he followed the soft cries from his pup. An ache in his chest that made the back of his eyes burn, an anticipation building.

He turned, pushing open the door, a smile brimming on his lips as he knew he would be able to see Luke again. To hold him again, to know he was safe in his arms again.

“You are not authorized.”

It was a droid, a droid was holding his pup. Luke was still wailing in the droid’s arms. Obi-Wan snarled, his hand reaching for a lightsaber that wasn’t there.

A hand held onto his shoulder, stopping Obi-Wan from making any sudden movement. Obi-Wan wasn’t in the right place of mind to decipher what else it could mean for Anakin was speaking.

“It’s alright, 0-4, this is Obi-Wan.” Anakin watched them both, still keeping Obi-Wan firmly in place.

At the mention of his name, Obi-Wan saw how the droid now looked at him in an analytical way. Mechanics whirring and clicking behind its faceplate as its optics shuttered.

“I have recorded you into my memory bank, master Obi-Wan.” The droid said.

Anakin nodded as if he were satisfied. “Good.” Anakin walked further into the room, Obi-Wan was still slightly tense. “Leave us.”

“Of course, my lord.”

The droid carefully placed Luke back into the crib, his cries as softened out, not as harsh as they were before. The droid stiffly walked towards the door, Obi-Wan sidestepping to let it pass. He kept a watchful eye as it disappeared down the hall, although his attention was quickly brought back onto Anakin.

Anakin had stepped closer to the crib, looking down as Luke squirmed in the blankets.

Obi-Wan felt his shoulders brunch up.

“That would be 0-4, it’ll be helping you around the house.” Anakin said.

Obi-Wan nodded as he stepped forward, tingles under his skin itching for him to pick up Luke into his arms. To get him away from Anakin’s sith eyes.

“You trust it?” Obi-Wan asked as he whisked Luke into his arms. Cradling his head as he hushed his pup.

“I programmed it.”

Obi-Wan nodded, he could accept that answer. His focus being taken by the crying pup in his arms. Concern and worry overwhelmed him when Luke wasn’t settling. Anxiety prickling at the edges of his mind. Without the Force he couldn’t figure out what Luke wanted.

Anakin sighed as his eyes flickered to the ground. “It’s hungry.”

“What?”

“The pup.

It’s hungry.”

Obi-Wan blinked. “Oh.”

He swallowed, realizing what that meant. He looked around the room, trying to find something.

Anakin cleared his throat and pointed towards the soft couch chair in the corner of the room. Obi-Wan stared at it before he took a hesitant step towards it.

With a pitiful cry from Luke, Obi-Wan moved faster. Sitting on the couch, he leaned into the cushion. Taking the pressure off from his lower spine. With a final glance up at Anakin, he shrugged off the cloak, deftly readjusting the dress around his chest to expose one of his breasts.

They were full and practically leaking. Luke recognized the smell immediately. Latching on quickly in his hunger.

Anakin didn’t say a thing and for that, Obi-Wan was grateful. All that was heard with the gentle suckling coming from Luke. An occasional wince from Obi-Wan when Luke became too eager.

Anakin took a few steps, Obi-Wan observed him carefully as he leaned against the wall. Still watching Obi-Wan with rapt attention. A darkness pooling in his yellow eyes.

Obi-Wan wasn’t able to hold Anakin’s gaze for very long, soon enough Luke was demanding more of his attention and Obi-Wan obliged him. He could still feel Anakin’s eyes boring into him.
  
0-4 mulled in the kitchen, picking up plates and bowls. Anakin and him had long since finished dinner. The clattering was still heard, even from the living room where Anakin had cornered Obi-Wan.

In the back of his mind, Obi-Wan distinctly worried for Luke. The pup had fallen asleep long before they had even begun dinner, and now he worried that he would wake. Worried about Anakin's reaction.

There was a darkness in the yellow gold of Anakin’s eye, a predatory glint inside of them. A monster in the hunt.

Obi-Wan was being unfathomably careful with his motions, nothing too abrupt, nothing that would deem him a threat to Anakin. He was drowning in the alpha’s pheromones, suffocating in the stench of arousal.

Anakin trapped him against the cushion of a loveseat, dangerously close to his neck. His mind screamed to bare his throat in submission, instincts begging him to stand his ground. To hide his neck and snarl on the encroaching alpha.

This conflict inside of him made him indecisive. Anakin wormed his way into the side of Obi-Wan’s neck without invitation, nothing stopping him.

His hands clamped on the black armor on Anakin’s side, digging and pulling at the cloth as he panted. Anakin nipped at the healed wounds he had left the day prior, far more mindful to not pry open his skin.

Anakin’s bulk completely covered his frame, hiding him, shielding him, keeping him, under himself.

While Anakin wore his armor, not a piece yet removed, Obi-Wan was scantily dressed. He would have been embarrassed and shamed if there was anybody other than droids with them. Feeling like a Hutt’s Shuuta with the way

his

Anakin leered at his exposed skin.

After years of wearing layers and layers of modest robes, he felt vulnerable with so much pale skin exposed to the air. More so when Anakin would lay a heavy hand on the swell of his stomach, mere inches away from the mound of his most private parts.

Obi-Wan knew it was illogical to feel quite this shy, Anakin had already discovered what was hidden on that cruiser back in Tatooine. Touched what Obi-Wan had wanted to keep for himself, stolen it right from Obi-Wan’s hands.

“My love?” Anakin huskily whispered, still gulping down Obi-Wan’s scent as if it were a drug from the outer rim.

Obi-Wan didn’t truly understand it, he couldn’t even smell his own scent. Not after Anakin had bitten him, intoxicating his blood with his venom, all he could smell was Anakin on his skin. His glands reeked the charcoal musk that was distinctly

Anakin.

“Love.”

Half-dazed, Obi-Wan hummed a half-hearted response.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, yeah?”

Obi-Wan didn’t have the soul to start protesting. His mind flashing with what was going to happen. Unfathomably intricately tied to Anakin for the rest of his existence.

There would be no escape.

His memories would hold his own mind and body prisoner to Anakin till the end of days. Even when the last star would die, in the Force, in the fabric of existence, Obi-Wan would be Anakin’s.

He swallowed back the burn in his throat as Anakin picked him up. Anakin handled him with such care, perhaps Obi-Wan could fool himself, believe they were tender lovers instead of what they actually were.

Anakin hushed the small hiccups in his breath as if they were from nervousness instead of fear.

The door to the bedroom hissed open rather quietly, Obi-Wan knew what awaited him. Black tinted sheets and comforter. Dimmed windows that showed the skyline of Coruscant in the evening light. City lights brimming the planet like stars of its own galaxy.

“Please,

Anakin,

I don’t want this.”

Obi-Wan shamefully cried softly. Whimpers and keen escaping the back of his throat.

Anakin laid him down on the bed, it was gentle and loving. His eyes slitted as they were clouded with nothing but anticipating lust.

“Love,

don’t start now.”

A pitiful cry bubbled from Obi-Wan, he turned his head to the side, trying to hide in the silk sheets as he felt Anakin’s hands roam over his body. Metal and flesh caressing and groping.

He stared at the black wood dresser off to the side, vision blurring. The collar digs into his skin, both Anakin and Obi-Wan had learned to ignore it by now.

Anakin pulls himself back to undress, removing pieces of armor by meticulous hands. Not even bothering to use the Force to hold Obi-Wan in place. He supposed it wasn’t like he was trying to fight.

Seeing Anakin,

his

Anakin, bare chested with nothing but his briefs, looming over him, Obi-Wan could feel nothing but a cold dreaded acceptance.

Punishment.

This was punishment.

To have the child he had taken care of for years, the child he was tasked to raise by his

own

master, defile him. To take and take things Obi-Wan didn’t want to give, no matter how selfish that made him.

He was openly sobbing now. Tracks of tears streaming down his cheek, wetting the black sheets.

Anakin’s hands were on his once more. Running up and down the soft lines of Obi-Wan’s body, taking his time on his breasts. Licking the small droplets of milk spilled over the edge. A shiver coursed through his spine.

Anakin was like a worshiping god. Murmuring soft praises and kisses on Obi-Wan’s freckled and sun speckled skin. Dipping his tongue in the small grooves, pleased at making Obi-Wan’s breath hitch, smiling into the skin at every gasp.

Obi-Wan’s gaze was turned upwards, looking at the canopy of the bed, more black decorated fabric. The metal of the ceiling, Obi-Wan could almost imagine how he looked in the reflection.

Anakin rutted against his thigh. Soft spoken promises, empty but love filled echoed around them.

A hand cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek, bringing his attention back onto Anakin.

Selfish, greedy.

Anakin kissed him. Chaste as Obi-Wan could taste Anakin’s venom. Felt as he fell deeper into the recessives of his mind.

Anakin had fully undressed him, both of them bare now.

The sharp lines of Anakin’s muscles rippled as he moved, sitting on his knees as he rubbed his dick over the folds of Obi-Wan’s cunt. It was slowly getting more and more wet.

Anakin’s fingers dug into the supple flesh of Obi-Wan’s thighs, parting his legs to slot himself between them. Scars heavily marred Anakin’s body. Obi-Wan could only watch.

His hands quietly clawed at the sheets underneath him.

“I love you.” Anakin said, reverently. “I’ve always had.”

The knife twisted deeper. And Anakin pushed himself inside.

Invader. Betrayer. Anakin.

Obi-Wan could feel him inside. Could feel the stretch, the burn, the blood that binded them together. Anakin groaned in pleasure on top of him.

He felt impossibly full, breaching places inside of him he didn’t know existed. Could only feel the overwhelming feeling of being impaled and nothing else.

He panted, he heaved, through his chest. Finding it difficult to find stable footing.

It was too much. He didn’t want this.

“Anakin.” He whimpered in the pain.

It only drove Anakin further, he could smell the spike of arousal in Anakin from his words and he knew it would all be futile.

Anakin pulled back, just enough to leave the tip of his cock snuggly inside of Obi-Wan’s heat. Sweat precipitated on their bodies and Anakin pushed back in. Gaining a rhythm and a speed, Obi-Wan could merely lay there and take it.

He squirmed and he writhed but it was all pointless, if he struggled too much Anakin just held him down and continued. Even when he stopped his struggle, Anakin still held him close. Interwinding their hands together on the bed as Anakin fucked him.

A mockery.

It all could have lasted hours, Obi-Wan couldn’t tell. All he could tell, all he knew was Anakin was above him and he was fucking him. Pushing boundaries inside of Obi-Wan and breaking through them. Making room for himself and pushing Obi-Wan off to the corners.

The small grunts of pleasure and ecstasy from Anakin were delivered right next to his ear. Could only smell Anakin’s pure scent next to his nose. Could only touch Anakin’s steaming hot body on top of his his, the sheets were losing their coldness.

Worst of all, soft noises escaped from Obi-Wan himself. Keens of pain morphed into pleasure the more Anakin fucked. The more Anakin explored, the more familiar he became with Obi-Wan’s body the more he knew. He discovered and he claimed what was his.

Obi-Wan’s cunt was slowly becoming more and more soppy. Squelches surrounded them as Anakin drove inside. His pussy becoming sensitive to Anakin’s every touch, he whimpered but Anakin merely held him and kissed him.

No words were spoken but they were not needed.

And like all else there was a high to it. Obi-Wan has never felt the carnal pleasures of the body, he found himself drowning in it. He gritted his teeth, he squirmed and with a disgusting moan of pleasure he came. Coating Anakin’s cock in his known pleasure.

Anakin stuttered his hips as he realized, a grin overtaking his lips and his yellow eyes shone with victory. Placing kisses upon kisses on every inch of Obi-Wan’s skin where he could reach. Smoothing a hand over Obi-Wan’s hair as he picked up his pace once more.

And Anakin took his own pleasure for the rest of the night. Filling Obi-Wan with his cum, the back of his mind constantly screaming to make Obi-Wan

his.

To breed him, to pup him. To make Obi-Wan stay.

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Obi-Wan woke with Anakin sleeping next to him. His features smoothed out when he slept, the furrow in his brows ceased, and the lines of his mouth were barely there, a constant neutral. Obi-Wan could almost admire him.

Sitting up from the bed, Obi-Wan felt how his muscles twitched, a phantom of an ache beneath his skin. Anakin had been rough the night before.

The curtains were languid where they stood, the morning sun slightly peeking through. Clouds in the sky, Obi-Wan knew the raining cycle would start soon.

Careful with his movements, Obi-Wan slipped out from the satin covers and from the bed. Routine kicking in as he headed to the bathroom. Allowing Anakin to sleep in like he always did.

The door hissed shut behind him as he looked himself in the mirror. His brownish-reddish hair, a disheveled mess, bites and kisses that looked like bruises littering his neck and collarbone. His Anakin was passionate in everything he did after all.

It's only been a few months living with Anakin, only a few months since the collar had been wrapped around his throat, since he’s felt the living Force around him. It's only been a few months but it's felt like years. Lifetimes.

As lonely as all that sounds, Obi-Wan has gotten used to it. After the first few days after

that

night, Obi-Wan knew he had gotten better. He couldn’t even leave the bed back then, but Luke had been his saving grace. Without Luke’s presence, there wouldn’t have been much left of Obi-Wan except his body.

Luke gave him purpose, meaning in life, gave him the ability to take it day by day. And that’s how Obi-Wan lived now.

Day by day.

Walking out of the bathroom, freshly showered and groomed, the curtains were drawing open. Light gleaming in through the windows, some of the sun hitting Anakin’s face.

Obi-Wan dressed himself as Anakin slowly roused from his sleep. Sliding the lace panties up his legs as Anakin sat up, Obi-Wan could feel how his eyes immediately found their way to him, how they traced the outline of his body.

Like all else, Obi-Wan has gotten used to it.

“Good morning, Anakin.”

The cloth fell down his legs, a sizable slit in it exposed his leg when he walked, a thick strand of silk cinched his waist.

Anakin pulled him closer, forcing Obi-Wan to straddle his lap in a rather awkward position. Quickly hiding his tired eyes in Obi-Wan’s scent gland, breathing in mouthfuls.

“Morning, love.” He mumbled.

Obi-Wan looked down at the crown of hair on Anakin’s head. Running his fingers over his scalp as he tried to tame down the short curls. Some-part of Obi-Wan missed Anakin’s long and unruly hair but short cropped hair also suited him well.

Anakin’s hands roamed his back, wrapping themselves around Obi-Wan’s side and pulled him close.

Obi-Wan placed a hesitant kiss on top of Anakin’s hair. Slowly detaching himself from Anakin’s grip. “You gotta get ready, Anakin.”

Obi-Wan’s words were soft spoken, a gentleness in them, morning hoarse still in the back of his throat.

Anakin groaned as he buried himself deeper, as if that would allow him to hide from his responsibilities.

“Do I have to, my love?”

Obi-Wan couldn’t bite back his smile, Anakin releasing his grip just enough so Obi-Wan could look into his eyes. He’s gotten used to their yellowness, almost couldn’t even remember the old blue.

“You have a meeting with a general, remember?”

Anakin grumbled but he stood up. Manhandling Obi-Wan onto the bed, placing him between the pillows as they swapped places.

Obi-Wan quirked his head as he watched. Keenly admiring as Anakin moved. He’s gotten bigger, Obi-Wan hadn’t truly realized just how much that was. His short hair only made his jaw sharper, his eyes more dangerous. New scars adding to his tanned skin, muscles strong and sturdy.

An unforgivable part of Obi-Wan thought that Anakin made a good alpha, would make a good mate. But he knew it wasn’t good to dwell on those thoughts for far too long.

Anakin was tying the laces on his boots when Obi-Wan shook himself from it and stood from the bed. His bare feet padding on the floor, grabbing Anakin’s cape from the closet.

Anakin watched him with a softness as Obi-Wan clipped the cape onto the pads of his armor. Anakin captured one of Obi-Wan’s hands before they could pull away, bringing his knuckles up to his lips and placed a kind kiss on them, never looking away from Obi-Wan’s eyes.

Obi-Wan stared, during this time he’s also learned how to play his part, knew how to appease Anakin’s never ending hunger, his desire.

Carefully, he brought his hand back to himself but he didn’t pull away from Anakin’s body, instead he stepped even closer. Bringing his other hand to Anakin’s cheek, cupping it, as he stroked his thumb over the stubble.

Planting a soft kiss on Anakin’s cheek, it could have been seen as paternal, but, like always, Anakin demanded more.

He grabbed Obi-Wan back when he tried to pull away after his kiss. Maneuvering him to where Anakin wanted him and fully and completely kissing him. Lustful and greedy as he licked and bit at Obi-Wan’s lips, sucking on his tongue when Obi-Wan gasped.

Obi-Wan had stiffened for a short second before he went pliant.

And then a pup’s cry echoed.

Anakin didn’t release him immediately. Keeping him close for a while longer before he ultimately had to let him go.

Obi-Wan didn’t try to fight him off, fingers clinging on to Anakin’s shoulders to try and steady himself.

When Luke’s cries persisted, Anakin pulled himself away. An annoyed tinge gracing his mouth, barely a scowl on his face.

Obi-Wan knew he needed to go, he had banned 0-4 from going into Luke’s room unless it was an emergency.

Anakin's hand was wrapped securely around Obi-Wan’s wrist, not quite wanting to let him go.

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” Obi-Wan placated.

Anakin swallowed but he accepted it.

Obi-Wan hurried his steps to Luke’s room a few doors down. A giddiness building inside him.

The door slid open and a genuine smile crossed over Obi-Wan’s face. Quickly picking Luke up from his crib.

“How’s my little sunstar doing?” He asked into the air, knowing that Luke wouldn’t respond.

Luke’s cries immediately softened when Obi-Wan picked him up, his bright blue eyes going wide as his chubby fingers tried to grip up at Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan hushed him as he paced small circles, letting Luke play with his fingers. “I bet you’re hungry, huh, little tummy rumbling woke you up.”

Luke gurgled and Obi-Wan laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edge.

Changing Luke’s diaper and fitting him into some clothes, all too soon from Obi-Wan’s taste did he have to venture out of Luke’s room. Wandering back into the hallway and towards the kitchen where 0-4 and Anakin waited for them.

“Good morning, Master Obi-Wan, and good morning to you, Master Luke.” 0-4 greeted.

Luke bubbled as Obi-Wan placed him down on his high chair, 0-4 had already made Luke’s special blend. Obi-Wan’s been trying to ease him into more solid foods.

Sitting down on the island next to Anakin, 0-4 served them today’s breakfast. He ignored Anakin’s heavy hand on his thigh.

“Eggs from the rare cersian hawks on Aleen, alongside the plentiful fruits from Naboo.”

Anakin nodded as if he approved before he waved 0-4 away, leaving the three of them alone in the kitchen as they ate.

Obi-Wan instantly noticed Anakin’s odd behavior as they ate. How he chewed too quickly, his tapping finger, the occasional bounce in his legs. To Obi-Wan, it almost looked as if Anakin was nervous about something.

Anakin never had anything to be nervous about.

Wiping the small trail of food leaking from the corner of Luke’s mouth, Obi-Wan finally asked him.

“Anakin? What’s wrong?”

Like a deer caught in headlights, Anakin stilled.

He composed himself quickly, though. His jaw clenched tight and his eyes narrowed slightly.

“I will be gone for a few days, my love.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said. An odd sense of both relief and worry flooded him. Anakin had never left them for more than a day before. “Where would you be going?”

He fed another spoonful to Luke as he waited for Anakin to answer.

“The outer rim. My Master is insistent that I go and handle the growing rebels.”

Obi-Wan blinks. “Do

you

not want to go?”

Anakin soothes a thumb over the exposed skin of Obi-Wan’s thigh.

“I don’t wish to be far from you.” Anakin says. “But it has been months since I’ve left Coruscant.”

“I suppose it has.”

The silence was short lived.

“When will you be leaving?” Obi-Wan asks, attention solely on Anakin now.

“Tomorrow.”

“So soon?”

“Will you miss me?” Anakin asks.

“Perhaps I will.” Obi-Wan notices how Anakin didn’t expect his answer, a smile growing on his lips as he took note of Anakin’s fluster.

Luke slams his chubby fist on the table, wanting Obi-Wan’s attention back onto him.

Just like his father.

Obi-Wan obliges him, feeding him another spoonful.

“I’ll have guards posted at every entrance, no one will be able to get in.” Anakin said. “You two will be safe when I’m gone.”

Obi-Wan flickers his eyes over to him. “I don’t doubt it. 
  
It was nearing late mid-day, the rain had begun to pour. The rhythmic patter on the windows was lulling, after Luke had had his burst of energy of the day the sound was practically rocking him to sleep.

Obi-Wan laughed to himself as he watched Luke’s head start to droop, how his eyes would flutter close every so often. He knew it was time to put him down for a nap, a much needed one by the looks of it.

With a last glance over to Anakin—his meeting had run short and had gotten home sooner than either of them expected to—Obi-Wan picked Luke up by his armpits, adjusting him into a far more comfortable position.

Obi-Wan hushed him softly when he started to rustle.

“Don’t take too long,” Anakin said. His voice rumbling and Obi-Wan knew it was a demand.

Obi-Wan gave a curt nod before he disappeared down the hall. Quietly rocking Luke in his arms, Obi-Wan opened the door to the nursery.

Luke was already half asleep in his arms as he carefully laid him down in the crib. Gently moving Luke’s delicate neck from his arms into the soft pillow. Adjusting his arms and legs alongside the soft plushies scattered around the crib.

Stepping back from the side of the crib, Obi-Wan stood there. He stalled as he thought.

At times, Obi-Wan found himself wondering if things would have been different for Luke. He knew

his

fate had been sealed, but what of Luke. What if Obi-Wan hadn’t been selfish enough and he had given Luke to his uncle, if he had done the right thing, would Anakin ever found out of his existence? Would he have cared?

If Padme had lived instead of him? At least she would have done better than he had.

There were times when Obi-Wan forgot Luke wasn’t truly his. Luke was Anakin’s and Padme’s, he wasn’t his. Nothing ever seemed to be.

Anakin was no longer his padawan. Qui-Gon was no longer his Master. The Jedi were no longer his family. His life was no longer

his

life.

He slipped out from the nursery, making sure the lights were dimmed and the noise from the rain would not bother Luke while he slept. Obi-Wan had stalled enough.

Walking back into the living room, Obi-Wan noticed that 0-4 had made itself sparse. It was just him and Anakin.

Like old times.

Anakin had long since changed out of his armor, instead wearing far more comfortable robes for around the house. Obi-Wan still wore his waist cinched dress.

Anakin beckoned him closer. Obi-Wan stepped forward. Prepared to go where Anakin wanted him.

His eyes flickered to the ground in front of him, Obi-Wan swallowed as he slowly dropped himself down to one knee and then another at Anakin’s feet.

Hands trailing up the length of Anakin’s leg as he met his gaze.

“How was your meeting?” Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin’s eyes were dark, a shadow crossing over his face. Obi-Wan began to unbuckle Anakin’s belt.

“The lowest ranking clone still has more competence than those fools.”

Anakin brushed his thumb over Obi-Wan’s cheek.

“Why get rid of them, then?”

Obi-Wan pulled down his pants, exposing his hardening cock. It lightly slapped him on his cheek, pre-cum dribbling from the head.

“It was my master’s order.”

Anakin’s hand gripped him at the back of his hair, nails scraping against his scalp.

“You don’t agree with it?”

Obi-Wan licked from base to tip, a saltiness coating his tongue. Anakin groaned.

“No.” Anakin panted. “I don’t.”

And he forced Obi-Wan’s head down on his cock.

Obi-Wan gagged around the sudden intrusion, tears building at the corners of his eyes. Anakin combed his fingers through Obi-Wan’s hair, tugging and pulling.

Obi-Wan sunk lower, his palms splaying themselves over Anakin’s thigh, trying desperately to slow their pace, perhaps to even stop him. Anakin did not heed him.

He threw his head back, exposing the line of his throat as he felt Obi-Wan gag around his dick. Saliva and spit drooling from the ripping corners of his mouth.

Obi-Wan was forced impossibly closer to Anakin’s crotch. Bobbing his head as his tongue ran up and down Anakin’s cock. Made to hold his breaths, to count and time them, otherwise he would suffocate.

Pulling off just enough, he teased the head of Anakin’s cock. Dipping his tongue into the slit before going back down. He fluttered his eyes up at Anakin, jaw beginning to sore and tire but he knew Anakin would not let him up, not until he was satisfied.

Obi-Wan saw how Anakin’s breath hitched when he looked up at him through his lashes, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. A dazed glaze over his eyes. Anakin’s grip on his hair tightened.

“So pretty.” Anakin gasped out, his yellow eyes hooded as he looked down at Obi-Wan between his legs. “So good, my love.”

Obi-Wan hummed around Anakin’s cock, which only seemed to stir him further.

“Fuck,” Anakin said when Obi-Wan gurgled on his dick when pushed down past his limit. Tears that had brimmed at the edges of his eyes, fell. They slid down past his cheeks and combined with the spit near his mouth.

Obi-Wan didn’t even notice, all he knew was Anakin’s musk around him. How he tasted, how he smelled, how he felt. It was all Anakin. It all boiled down to him, always.

“Made for this, Obi.” Anakin continued, his voice getting raspy. “Made to suck my cock, and to think I could've had this sooner.”

Obi-Wan stilled at the base of Anakin’s cock, merely keeping his mouth stretched wide open, wet and ready for Anakin’s use. He tried to breathe through his nose.

“Huh? My love,

old master,

if only you hadn’t been so stubborn back then, if you hadn’t been trying to be something you weren’t, we could have had this sooner.” Anakin panted, a grunt in the back of his throat as Obi-Wan pulled back up and sucked at his tip.

The tears that collected near his eyes had a new meaning. Obi-Wan blinked back the burn in his throat and eyes, his head dulling with a pounding headache.

“No need to lie to yourself anymore, love.” Anakin caressed his cheek. “We both know it’s only in your nature.”

If only it wasn’t so degrading, Obi-Wan would have thought that Anakin was being caring.

And then Anakin began nearing his edge, finally feeling the build up in the pit of his stomach. His groans became more labored, so did his breaths, heavy and harsh, it sounded animalistic.

“Fuck,

Fuck,

love, getting close.” Anakin wrapped both of his hands, mechanic and organic, around Obi-Wan’s head. Taking the lead as he maneuvered Obi-Wan on his cock. Controlling him like his personal little fleshlight. It only made Anakin even hornier.

“Take it—fuck—such a little slut. My pretty little omega,” Anakin pushed Obi-Wan’s head to the base of his dick. “My slut,

only mine.”

And Anakin came down his throat. Obi-Wan struggled to breathe and his struggle only made Anakin’s orgasm more pleasurable. 
  
Anakin was gone in the morning when Obi-Wan woke up. He hadn’t realized just how much he had slept in, nor how deep he had slept. He hadn’t even heard Anakin leave.

Sitting up, the sheets pooled around his waist. Love marks blemished his skin. His brows furrowed when he noticed a note on the nightstand table.

Throwing his legs out from the covers, his spine shivered at the cold air. Picking up the note, Obi-Wan recognized Anakin’s scawley handwriting immediately. No matter what he had tried, he never could make Anakin practice neater writing.

A numbness overcame him as he read Anakin’s words. It wasn’t because Anakin’s apology felt empty, no, the apology felt sincere and genuine. So did his confession of love. The whole note was written with complete honesty, and yet, Obi-Wan felt nothing for it.

Anakin had even placed his favorite morning tea next to the note, still warm and soft, just how Obi-Wan preferred it.

Standing up, Obi-Wan threw the note into a trash chute. He hated wasting such good tea, but that, too, was tossed away.

Obi-Wan doubted he’d be able to stomach anything this morning.

Afterwards, he didn’t even have time to properly dress himself before he heard Luke’s distressed cries from the other room. His socked feet rushing down the hall.

He cooed as he picked up Luke into his arms. Swaying them both as he walked towards the kitchen. It all feeling out of place with Anakin not there. As if a color was suddenly missing.

0-4 was already bustling around.

“Good morning, Master Obi-Wan. Lord Vader has requested that I make your favorite nine-egg stew, the eggs, of course, come straight from the delicacies of Kanari.”

Obi-Wan nodded, he would’ve thought he would have felt relief with Anakin’s presence gone. But he didn’t. In actuality, he felt

worse.

Another of Luke’s cries brought Obi-Wan back to himself.

Right, he had Luke to take care of. He couldn’t be dazing off into his own world.

Sitting down next to Luke’s own chair, Obi-Wan quickly picked up the spoon. Spooning Luke’s food before feeding it to him. Luke was eager, open mouthed and waiting, his eyes bright. A smile and giggles erupting from him bursts.

Luke managed to find everything amusing. Even if it was just as plain as getting fed.

Nothing could have stopped Obi-Wan from smiling at Luke’s antics. A mirth glowing in his eyes as he watched Luke clap his hands and jump within his seat.

Absorbing himself with Luke, the world fell away to Obi-Wan. It felt far too soon when Luke finished off the last of his food. But once more, Luke found his entertainment as Obi-Wan played with him. Tickling him and ruffling his hair, wiping away the drips of food from the corners of his mouth.

Obi-Wan made a complete fool of himself just so he could see Luke burst with giggles. He wondered if Luke’s cheeks ever ached with the amount of laughter that he spilled.

“Master Obi-Wan, if I may, suggest that you eat your food before it gets too cold. The Nine-egg stew provides a great number of nutritions for one to start their day.” 0-4 said.

Obi-Wan blinked, he had forgotten all about it.

“Right, yes, of course.”

0-4 nodded, a noise of affirmation coming from it before it left the kitchen. Disappearing down the hall into the rooms. Picking up his own spoon, Obi-Wan tasted the stew. It flourished on his tongue but something felt wrong. A wrongness to all of it.

All of it except Luke.

Putting down his spoon, Obi-Wan returned his attention back onto Luke. Not taking another bite of his breakfast. 
  
It was bound to happen when he had to put Luke down for a nap. Little Luke only had so much energy.

So when the entire apartment delved into silence, Obi-Wan found himself restless. An antsy sort of feeling swarming within him.

Sitting at one of the couches that overlooked the Coruscant skyline, a book on his lap, Obi-Wan was unable to concentrate.

And it was then when he realized. Sitting all by himself with nothing but his thoughts, not even the Force in the recessives of his mind. Alone. Obi-Wan was truly alone.

Alone in the Force, alone where he sat. He began to wonder. All of Qui-gon’s lessons left him, for how could they be useful to him now? He was no longer a Jedi. Dishonorably exiled from the order, Obi-Wan knew Qui-Gon had made a mistake when he hid him when he presented.

Perhaps his Master’s legacy would have lived on if he had merely chosen another padawan. If he had thrown Obi-Wan to the council’s feet, still in a presenting heat of an omega. Maybe then he would have never met Anakin.

Perhaps then, everybody would have lived.

And now as he sat, at the top of the Empire, sleeping and living next to the Killer of the Jedi, The prince of darkness, Obi-Wan fully understood now. He felt vulnerable, unsafe, endangered.

He missed Anakin.

But he couldn’t accept that. He couldn’t. Because if he did, then that would mean he would have to accept everything else. He would fall apart if he ever acknowledged what he felt in the corners of his heart. Not even Luke would be able to save him then. And he

needed

someone to save him.

The book lay forgotten on his lap. Staring unseeingly out the window. What a shame it all was. Master Windu had been right about him.

Later that night, Obi-Wan went to bed with fruitless expectations. And he had been correct, he twisted and turned within the cold sheets. No Anakin to warm him, to hold him, his scent lingered on the sheets and pillows but Obi-Wan found that wasn’t enough. He keened high in the back of his throat as he held the sheets closer around him.

Tightly shutting his eyes and

trying

to envision Anakin next to him.

Anakin,

the last thing that was faintly familiar to him.

He began to cry, soft and silver tears tracing down his cheeks. Attachment had been forbidden to him, but there was never a time Obi-Wan had never been attached.

Pulling himself closer to Anakin’s side of the bed, he yearned for any semblance of comfort.

Anything.

And he weeped all by himself for the rest of the night. Missing and wishing for things long past.

At some point, Obi-Wan must have fallen asleep for he woke up in a slight daze. His eyes groggy as he blinked them open. The Coruscant sun barely peeking through the skyscrapers, it had not been up for long.

This morning, Obi-Wan had not slept in as the day before. Fully dressed and bathed when he ventured to Luke’s room. Luke was still soundly sleeping when Obi-Wan stepped inside.

Quietly picking him up, Obi-Wan made sure not to stir him far too much. Not wishing to wake Luke up but to merely hold him. With no connection to the Force, Obi-Wan couldn’t feel Luke like he used, couldn’t feel anything. So he held him in his arms instead.

A poor man’s alternative.

It wasn’t quite the same, it wasn’t a pure as he wished it to be but it was the closest he could get. He could no longer see Luke’s soul, couldn’t feel the warmth of it, it been months since he last had. Cold. Obi-Wan felt cold without it. The entire galaxy did.

Obi-Wan stood standing with Luke in his arms for a while, admiring the bridge of Luke’s nose, the blonde strands of his hair. Pale skin that looked delicate. Obi-Wan nuzzled closer, scenting his pup.

His pup.

Tears brimmed at the edge of his eyes. Luke deserved more than this. He deserved more than him.

Luke’s eyes blinked open, blue eyes becoming apparent. Obi-Wan could almost lose himself in the innocence. Luke truly deserved more. He wondered if Luke could at least feel him in the Force.

Smiling down at his pup, Luke didn’t cry nor did he squirm in his arms. Unmoving seconds passed before Luke reached his small hand up towards Obi-Wan.

His smile only grew as the tears fell, he could see the confusion in Luke.

“I’m sorry, little one.

I’m sorry for all of it.”

Obi-Wan said, a bright smile still on his lips. “One day you’ll hate me for my failures, but know that I’ll always forgive you.”

The sun breezed through the window, a yellow hazed light illuminating up the room like an ethereal flood. And Luke began to giggle to himself, entranced by the light in his room.

“C’mon, pup, you must be getting hungry.” 
  
Obi-Wan sat crossed legged on the nursery floor. Toys scattered around as Obi-Wan watched Luke clumsily try to crawl around. Unsuccessful most of the time.

Picking up one of the toys, the bright color contrasted greatly against the black monotone color of the furniture.

The toy he had picked up was a dark green, reminding him of the forests in Alderaan. Oh, how he’s missed it. How long has it been since he’s left these four walls of his cage? Lavish as it was, Obi-Wan hasn’t stepped foot outside this apartment in three months.

Neither had Luke, and Obi-Wan worried for his development because of it.

Perhaps if Anakin is in a good mood when he returns, perhaps then, Obi-Wan would ask.

Luke suddenly became interested in the toy Obi-Wan held, quickly sliding over to his side and grabbing at it. Obi-Wan easily gave it to him. Letting Luke inspect at it until he grew bored and tossed it to the other side of the room. Luke soon found another toy that grabbed his attention.

A knock on the door nabbed his attention.

A furrow in his brows, Obi-Wan sat up a little straighter. “Come in.”

0-4 opened the door, Obi-Wan immediately began to worry. 0-4 hardly ever bothered them.

“Sir, I apologize for my interruption but...you have a guest.” 0-4 said.

Obi-Wan quirked his head. He could pick up the faint trace of concern in 0-4’s voice, it only spurred him to worry even more.

“A guest?”

“Yes,” 0-4 replied succinctly.

Obi-Wan swallowed. “For Anakin, perhaps?”

“No, Master Obi-Wan,

for you.”

“Who is it?”

Luke gurgled as he teethed on a toy.

“The Emperor.” 0-4 said.

Obi-Wan swiftly stood up, his body braced for a battle.

His pup.

He had to protect Luke from Sidious. At all costs.

His breathing became shallow as panic overwhelmed him.

“0-4, would you watch over Luke as I go talk to our guest.” Obi-Wan said.

“O-Of course, Master Obi-Wan.” 0-4 stepped aside to allow Obi-Wan to pass. “Please be careful.”

Obi-Wan nodded towards 0-4, then a quick glance down to Luke, unknowing to it all. His steps almost featherlight down the hall, tightening his sheer clothes around his shoulders to cover more of himself, his sleeves had slipped past his shoulders while playing with Luke.

Stepping into the living room, Obi-Wan spotted the dark shroud that was Sidious. Obi-Wan halted at the entrance.

“Emperor.” He breathed out.

Sidious turned to look over at him, a cruel and sickening smile grew on his lips. “Obi-Wan! It is good to see you again. Tell me, how have you been?”

Obi-Wan bit on his tongue as he took a hesitant step forward. “I have been...well, and you?”

Sidious did not respond, his putrid yellow eyes raking over Obi-Wan’s frame, paying close attention to the marks and bites that Anakin had left on his neck. Obi-Wan knew Anakin’s scent poured out from his skin.

His mouth grew dry. “Would you like something to drink, or a snack, perhaps, we do have some sweets, Lord Emperor.”

Sidious’ eyes crinkled at the corners. “A sweet sounds lovely, and please, Obi-Wan,” Sidious placed a heavy hand on his arm, an unnaturally and uncomfortable gesture, blatantly unneeded.

“Call me Sidious.”

Obi-Wan nodded, quickly moving out of Sidious’ range, managing a smile on his face but it must’ve looked as forced as it felt.

Walking into the kitchen, Obi-Wan could still feel the weight of Sidious’ gaze on his back. His body moved mechanically as he pulled out some of the cakes 0-4 had baked the night prior. Plating them before he placed it all on a tray, grabbing the porcelain tea kettle and cups. They had been gifts from Anakin, to Obi-Wan, they were priceless.

He moved back into the living room, placing it all on the small table in front of where Sidious sat. His hands making the tea, a familiar gesture that brought him a semblance of comfort.

Sidious’ keen eyes watched him.

Leaning back, all they had to do was wait for the tea.

Obi-Wan swallowed the cotton in his mouth before he spoke. “If you don’t mind me asking,

Sidious,”

the name felt heavy on his tongue, “but what brings you here?”

“I was merely in the area and I wished to check up on the two of you.” Sidious easily said, his words felt like smooth poison.

Obi-Wan blinked as his gaze flickered down at his hands. “I’m afraid you came at a bad time, Anakin is currently off planet.”

“I’m well aware,” Sidious said, picking up one of the sweet cakes off from the plate. “I meant you and the pup.”

Obi-Wan’s world froze over. “A-Anakin told you?”

“No.” Sidious took a small bite, a grimace crossing his face in a flash. Obi-Wan fretted. “

That,

is also a reason for why I am here. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Talk to me?” Obi-Wan asked. “I’m not quite sure how I could be of much use.”

“Don’t sell yourself too short, Obi-Wan, you’re one of the most important pieces in this game.”

“And Luke? What do you want from him?”

Sidious’ eyes grew darker. “Nothing, I care not for the child.”

Obi-Wan did not believe him.

Sidious then sighed. “I wanted to talk to you about our dear Anakin, I...worry that he is losing sight of himself.”

It was then that Obi-Wan realized that Sidious had this all planned.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“No, of course not, I am merely saying that sweet Anakin has become distracted, he’s been slacking on his duties to the Empire, and when he does indeed do what he is tasked with, he’s volatile and dangerous,

even

to his own soldiers.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed, the tea had finished. “Why are you telling me this?” Obi-Wan straightened out his back.

“What do you want from me?”

Sidious smiled as if amused. “Ever the decisive one, Obi-Wan Kenobi, a great general and commander, even as an omega.”

Obi-Wan did not let his eyes wander away from Sidious, his stare was hard and unrelenting. “

What do you want, Sidious.”

“Join me.”

“Join you?”

Obi-Wan asked, incredulously at the proposition.

“Yes.”

“For what?” Obi-Wan asked, an edge to his tone.

“Anakin,

Vader,

is becoming something neither of us would be able to control. He’s a danger to everything around him.” Sidious said, seeing that Obi-Wan did not believe him, he continued. “What happens when he turns that danger towards you, your pup?”

“Anakin would never hurt me.” Obi-Wan stated.

“Would he?” Sidious became imposing, the darkness lingered around him. His eyes calculating and cold. No longer pretending in his demeanor. “Merely a year ago you were adamant dear Anakin would never fall to the dark side.”

“That was because of you.” Obi-Wan accused.

“Was it?” Sidious sneered, “Or did I merely expose the darkness that was already festering inside.”

Obi-Wan could not respond, for the words he desperately wished to say did not feel true.

“

Join me, Obi-Wan.”

Luke's cries suddenly echoed, neither of them stirred.

Sidhous gazed down at him. “You know it’s the only sensible thing to do, Obi-Wan, you will always have the brain of a general, so use it.”

Obi-Wan gritted his teeth.

“Hypothetically,

if I said yes, what then?”

“I’ll cease all efforts in trying to capture the remaining Jedi.” Sidious said.

Obi-wan’s brows furrowed impossibly closer. “You truly think I will believe that? After all you’ve done?”

“What I say is true. I do not break my word.”

“You can't possibly think I will ever believe the words of a sith.” Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered up. “You’ve massacred the Jedi, why have a change of heart now?”

“You still live don’t you?” Sidious asks. He then sighs as if he is revealing a secret he is not supposed to. “What remains of the Jedi are pitiful creatures, scrounging on the edges of my Empire for nothing more than crumbs. I see no point in wasting resources on

them.”

Obi-Wan does not respond immediately. He pretends he actually considers it all, but perhaps there is no need to pretend. Because perhaps he does consider what Sidious tells him. Perhaps he does consider joining him. 
  
By the time Sidious had left, Obi-Wan was still sitting on the couch. The tea had long gone cold and unpoured, a cake half eaten on the plate.

He had sat there thinking, he had sat there long enough for 0-4 to venture out of Luke’s room.

“Master? Is everything alright?” 0-4 tentatively asks.

Obi-Wan is shaken from his thoughts, his hand unconsciously tugging on his collar. “Y-Yes, everything is fine.” He turned to look over at the droid. “How is Luke?”

0-4 steps closer. “I put him down for a nap not long ago.”

“Right—thank you, 0-4.”

“Of course, Master Obi-wan.” 0-4 lingers. “Would you like me to start on dinner?”

“That would be wonderful,” Obi-Wan says, still absentmindedly staring off. “Thank you, again, for everything.”

“It has been my pleasure.”

And Obi-Wan hears the quiet clatter as 0-4 begins to start working. Pots and pans, spices and meats. Obi-Wan can’t focus on any of it. All he could think of was the words Sidious had said.

Which was the lesser of two evils. That was what Obi-Wan had to decide. And it took everything inside of him to decide. But by the time 0-4 had finished dinner, his mind was clear and absolute. He had made a decision. It went against everything he had stood for, but nothing of his past was left standing.

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Obi-Wan was barely piling away the scattered toys Luke had left behind when Anakin returned. Obi-Wan knew he could not trust Sidious, it would have been foolish to even give him the benefit of the doubt, but Sidious was an alternative. Something Obi-Wan hadn’t had for months.

0-4’s memory had also been wiped somehow. Every time Obi-Wan tried to ask it about that evening it would blank, reciting how nothing unremarkable had happened.

That only confirmed that Sidious had his dirty hands and ears as far as the eye could reach.

“Hello, my love.” Anakin said, coming up from behind Obi-Wan, his arms wrapping around his chest, pulling him close. He nipped at Obi-Wan’s neck, mindful of the collar. “How have you been?”

Obi-Wan had scrubbed his skin raw trying to erase any markings of Sidious’ stench on him.

He tilted his head back on Anakin’s shoulder. “I’ve been well.”

“That’s good.” Anakin said, and then he smiled into Obi-Wan’s skin. “I brought you a gift.”

Anakin was giddy as he pulled away, his hand disappearing into his cloak as Obi-Wan watched from the corner of his eye, cautious and hesitant.

Obi-Wan did not know what sort of things Anakin considered gifts. When Anakin was a youngling he often brought him bugs and scrapped up knick-knacks. Now, for all Obi-Wan knew, Anakin’s gifts could very well be handcuffs and shackles.

“Close your eyes, love.”

Obi-Wan’s breath stuttered but he did as he was told. His eyes slid shut, his lashes resting softly over his cheeks. It made his skin crawl, to willingly put himself in such a vulnerable position beneath Anakin.

Anakin’s hands traced over his shoulders, down the line of his arm, all until Anakin held his wrist gently in his hand. Leather gloves soothing the skin, Obi-Wan knew his hands had grown softer, no hard labor in months and various expensive hand soaps.

Obi-Wan felt the coldness of a metal slip on his wrist and for a brief and terrifying moment, Obi-Wan truly thought Anakin would tie his hands together for good. That in his absence, Anakin had realized that Obi-Wan was better off tied to his bed. But then Anakin slipped more of the cold metal onto his fingers, interlacing it between his hand.

“You can look.” Anakin huskily whispered.

Obi-Wan almost

didn’t

want to look, but he forced his eyes to open and he was greeted not by handcuffs but by a Beskar dangle.

It wrapped around his wrist before a thin and fragile chain drooped down his hand, looping around his fingers, diamonds were charmed to the silver chain, it glinted beautifully in the light.

Obi-Wan wondered who Anakin had to kill to get the Beskar.

“Do you like it?” Anakin asked, a nervousness in his yellow eyes.

Obi-Wan glanced back down at his hand, his body heat was already warming the cold metal. The jewelry was lavish, a blatant show of wealth and power.

His throat was dried up as Obi-Wan nodded. “Yes, Anakin. It’s a very nice gift.”

Anakin beamd like he did when he was younger. Suddenly pulled Obi-Wan close into a kiss. His leathered hands roaming Obi-Wan’s body as they pressed flush.

Obi-Wan no longer tried to fight it. Pliant and moving to where he was moved. A doll of Anakin’s making.

Anakin’s hand tugged at his hair, pulling the line of his throat taunt. He worshiped every piece of Obi-Wan skin, ravishing it until he was pleased with the marks he left. But deep inside of him, he yearned to leave a permanent mark. To leave behind a claiming bite at the base of Obi-Wan’s neck.

But perhaps that was for a later time, for when Obi-Wan learned to love and accept him. Anakin would just need to be patient.

Before Anakin could continue his venture further down, Obi-Wan stopped him with a single hand on his shoulder.

Anakin peered up at him curiously.

Obi-Wan swallowed but his mind had been made up. “Sidious wishes to betray you.”

Anakin blinked, slowly standing to his full height, looming over Obi-Wan’s form. “What?”

“Sidious visited me when you were gone. He asked me to betray you, he asked me to join him. He wants to get rid of you, Anakin, and he needs my help.” Obi-Wan did not break his gaze with the Sith’s eyes.

Anakin backhanded him.

Obi-Wan released a short cry of surprise as he fell to the floor. His knees thudding against the concrete, not even the rug eased the pain.

Cupping his injured cheek, the Beskar metal was cool against his skin, Obi-Wan’s eyes were wide as he stared down at the floor. Could feel how his cheek warmed from the blow, Obi-Wan knew it would bruise horribly but Anakin did not break skin.

Anakin looked down upon him, a distant gaze in his eyes.

“Do not lie to me,

my love.”

Obi-Wan could not speak, his tongue felt far too heavy, and oddly enough he felt like crying. Tears welled up in his eyes and Obi-Wan couldn’t think as to why.

His hands trembled.

Anakin had never hit him before.

Not quite like this, Anakin’s been rough with him before, but this was different. Anakin had struck a blow to

him.

Who was to say he wouldn’t do the same again, the line had been crossed already. What was stopping Anakin from hitting Luke?

And it cemented itself into Obi-Wan. There was nothing left of their shared past.

Obi-Wan wasn’t the man that raised Anakin, he wasn’t the man who defeated a Sith when he was a padawan. He wasn’t the person that once held strength and sway. His former

padawan

had brought him to his knees with a single hit.

How pathetic. How miserable. How horrible. How

heartbreaking.

All Obi-Wan had left was his secondary gender, because that’s what the entire galaxy saw. Past accomplishments and achievement were easily erased when they all could smell was his omegan scent.

And if Obi-Wan was being reduced to

this.

He’s overcome worse. If everybody wanted to forget about all he’s done, about the thousands of troops and sieges he’s led, fine. Let them think he was stupid and naive, let them treat him like a mindless omega who was only good for servicing a better alpha.

But he just needed to protect Luke, he needed to protect Leia. That’s all he needed to do. He could forget all else.

So, Obi-Wan whimpered. He whimpered such a keen and high whimper. It was a pitiful thing. And Obi-Wan was sure that if Qui-Gon had heard it he would have been left to rot in the Agricorps for the rest of his life.

Anakin immediately stilled, his joints becoming locked. Obi-Wan has not embraced his nature quite like this before. It was dangerous and unexplored territory for them both.

And with another weak and soft cry, Anakin fell to his knees next to him. Anakin did claim he loved him.

“My love, please, forgive me.

Please,

please, I’m sorry.” Anakin said, soothing small circles with his thumb over Obi-Wan’s injured cheek. “But please, do not tell such lies again, I’ve had enough of them.”

Obi-Wan kept his gaze downcasted. “I’m not lying, dear one.”

Anakin’s grip became tighter on Obi-Wan’s body, a distaste on Anakin’s tongue. “Love,

no.”

Obi-Wan did not respond and Anakin accepted it. Pulling Obi-Wan impossibly closer to his chest, he began to purr. His chest rumbling under Obi-Wan’s palms, it vibrated through his entire being.

Obi-Wan would become what they all deemed him to be, all just so he could get what he needed to get.

He clutched at Anakin’s shoulder, mourning the person he once was. Mourning his past that he would have to forget, to erase all he had done, to erase the Order, his master. To erase all the hard work he had put in as a padawan to become what he had become today.

This wasn’t another trial or another test his master would put him through. This was real. This was his life now. A little housepet to Anakin Skywalker. His former Padawan.

And Obi-Wan began to sob. He couldn’t cite a specific reason as to why he cried, but for once it felt nice. It was simply nice to cry without the burden of the code over his shoulders. To freely be weak in the presence of another, to be weak without the fear of failure.

The weight he carried around ever since he presented, that he had to be stronger, smarter, better, all just so he could prove that he wasn’t a pathetic, sniffling omega. That he was worth all the trouble he caused to Master Qui-Gon.

That he was worth the air he breathed.

And Anakin embraced him. Held him tight within his arms and assured him all will be right. Obi-Wan never had to

prove

anything to Anakin. Anakin had always accepted him. Even with the amount of failures Obi-Wan had, as a knight, a general, and as a master. Anakin always welcomed him back.

Some part of Obi-Wan began to wonder if this was what love was. Unconditional. Constant. Oppressive.

He fell deeper inside of Anakin’s arms, his tears slowing as his hitched breaths evened out. His lids suddenly felt heavy and the ache on his cheek was pounding with blood. Lulling him into a comfort.

Safe and cared for, Anakin had done nothing but love him. Perhaps Obi-Wan was doomed for an infinite sadness, but some heartbreaks pained less than others. 
  
They did not talk about what happened that night, but it was irrevocable. He also found out the metal jewelry on his hand had melded together, Obi-Wan could not take it off. Just like his collar.

Obi-Wan no longer flinched at Anakin’s voice, did not pull away from his touches. He nodded and agreed to all of Anakin’s words, pliant and willing, soft and gentle. He cared and fed their pup. And he waited prettily on his back, his legs spread open for Anakin to join him in bed.

And when Sidious would come back, Obi-Wan would be ready. Even if disgust rose like bile in the back of his throat, even if his hands trembled and tears would boil in his eyes, Obi-Wan would heave himself through it. Because Anakin would not listen to his words, so Obi-Wan would have to scream louder than words ever could.

And that day came like routine clockwork. Anakin would be sent off-planet to quell the small but persistent factions of rebels. Anakin claimed they were like fruit flies, insignificant but annoying in their presence. To Obi-Wan, they only represented the fact there was rot in their home.

This time, Obi-Wan did not question Anakin’s sudden departure. Instead he encouraged Anakin, gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek, suggestively whispering into his ear. ‘Bring peace to the empire, alpha.’

Anakin had made himself late to his own departure, all because he took Obi-Wan on the entrance of their home.

Heavy hands had left bruises on Obi-Wan’s waist, trailing up his spine to his hair as Obi-Wan presented himself as a true omega should. Back arched and ass up in the air. Obi-Wan did not need to seduce Anakin for very long before he was filled to the brim.

Still leaking cum as Anakin closed the front door behind him.

It was only the second day after Anakin had left when Sidious appeared once more.

Obi-Wan had picked up his unfinished book from his nightstand, intent on following his somewhat made daily routine as he walked to the sunroom. Luke had been put down for a nap and would be asleep for a few hours more at most.

The sunroom was Obi-Wan’s most favorite area. Floor to ceiling windows that allowed the Coruscant sun to cascade inside, luscious seats Obi-Wan could lounge like a cat, with potted plants lining every inch.

He had piled pillows upon blankets inside of the room, making it his nest. The nest he would not allow himself to make on his shared bed with Anakin.

It was the one room Obi-Wan did not allow many inside. Even at times he was hesitant to bring Luke inside, but when it was just the two of them, 0-4 somewhere far and unseen, Obi-Wan would cuddle his pup close to his chest, both napping under the warm heat of the sun.

And as the door opened and Obi-Wan met Sidious’ yellow eyes, he had to swallow down a whimper. Sidious was not Anakin, and Obi-Wan would not show such vulnerability to

him.

“Ah,” Sidious smiled. “Obi-Wan, it is good to see you.”

Obi-Wan nodded but he did so shakily, this was far sooner than Obi-Wan had anticipated, perhaps it was Sidious who was eager to see him again.

“Lord Sidious,” Obi-Wan’s voice wavered, he clutched the book in hand harder, he feared he would break the fragile spine.

“I must say, what a lovely place you have here.” Sidious watched him keenly as he leaned further back where he sat. Purposely invading Obi-Wan’s nest.

“T-Thank you, my lord.” Obi-Wan’s eyes flitted around the room before he perched himself at the edge of the seat.

And Obi-Wan wanted to snarl and he wanted to cry simultaneously as he smelled Sidious spread his scent all over his nest.

But all Obi-Wan did was look towards the ground, showing his submission even as his hands grew into fists on top of his lap.

Sidious immediately perked up at Obi-Wan’s reaction.

“You’ve changed,” is all he said.

Obi-Wan swallowed. Briefly glancing up, slightly flinched when he noticed Sidious had gotten closer, his finger tipping Obi-Wan’s chin up to meet his eyes.

Surprised at the action, Obi-Wan stared eye-wide up at Sidious. It was then that he noticed just how different Sith’s eyes were. Albeit small and insignificant, Maul’s, Anakin’s, and Sidious’, eyes were all different shades of yellow.

How fascinating.

“What happened?” Sidious asked and there was such care and sincerity in Sidious’ voice, Obi-Wan almost felt as if he was talking to an old friend.

And Obi-Wan then realized just how Sidious had become chancellor so easily. It was a temptation to trust Sidious’ words, an urge to fall into his arms and spill all of your heart to him.

Obi-Wan thought back to that evening, when Anakin had backhanded and then held him in his arms. Pressing such soft and gentle kisses to ease away the pain.

And Sidious read it through the Force.

“He hit you?” Sidious said, and Obi-Wan felt a shiver of shock course through his spine. His fingers tracing the small Beskar chains on his hand.

Sidious was so close to him, trapped under the iris of his eyes, Obi-Wan breathed in the air Sidious did not need.

Obi-Wan nodded. Whispering. “It was as you said, Anakin is volatile.”

Sidious nodded, his thumb caressing the softness of his bruised cheek. “And the child, did he hurt him too?”

Obi-Wan’s heart clenched at the mere thought, he shook his head, his breath hitched as Sidious’ thumb drew closer to his lips. “N-No, I would not let him.”

“You think you could stop him?”

Watching him just as closely as Sidious was watching him, Obi-Wan knew they were both snakes in the pit.

“No.” Obi-Wan admitted, not even at his strongest would he be able to stop Anakin from what he wanted. “But we can help each other, can’t we?”

Sidious’ eyes brightened, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Yet, he did not pull away. Obi-Wan knew his omegan scent was keeping him close, intoxicating him, reacting like any other alpha would.

“Of course, I would

love

nothing more.” Sidious said.

It was Obi-Wan who pulled back first, Sidious let him slide out from under him easily.

“And what happens after?” Obi-Wan asked. “After we get rid of Anakin, I mean?”

“You can have anything you want.” Sidious replied.

Obi-Wan blinked. “Anything?”

“Within reason, I would give you whatever you ask for.”

Obi-Wan hated how much he sounded like Anakin. Obi-Wan licked his suddenly dry lips, mouth filled with cotton.

“Safety,” Obi-Wan said. “All I want is safety, for me and my pup.”

“Of course, I could get you a small house with a garden in the middle rim. Perfectly protected under my Empire, there you could raise little Luke peacefully.”

Obi-Wan could imagine it. A gentle life with Luke at his side, teaching Luke all he knew. Show him how to grow the plants, teach him the katas, the meditations.

“And,” Sidious said, placing his hand on his knee, “I could be there with you as well.”

The illusion broke and Obi-Wan felt like he was suffocating, but he did not let it show, nor did he release it into the Force.

“I know how

lonely

omegas can get all by themselves, no one to take care of them.” Sidious explained, his voice getting lower as he leaned in close to his neck. “I would be there for you, and unlike my apprentice, I would not force myself onto you.”

Obi-Wan dead-stared out the window behind Sidious, wishing to peel off the skin Sidious touched. Their scents were intermingling, braiding together and latching onto the fabric of his nest. It was obscenely intimate and Obi-Wan allowed it to happen.

He choked out the words. “Perhaps, in due time I’ll yearn for an alpha.” His hand fell over Sidious’, running over the wrinkled and dry skin.

Sidious was a snake, a greedy and vicious snake, and those were the ones who lost their heads first.
  
Obi-Wan did not go back to his bed. He did not go back to his nest and he did not enter Luke’s room. He lived in the space in between. Drifting from the hallways to the kitchen and, if he could stomach it, the living room.

His skin was tainted with Sidious’ stench. Even Luke could smell it. It unfathomably pained him when Luke would not get near him. It made him want to weep, to wash his skin raw, to peel it off from his bones. Made the disgust boil under his nails.

He watched as 0-4 handled Luke, feeding him his solid foods and even watched from the sidelines as 0-4 tried pitifully to play with Luke. But even Luke was not amused, blatantly staring at 0-4 with bland eyes.

That had been the only thing to bring a smile to Obi-Wan’s eyes. It was soft and gentle, too tired to wring anything more out from him.

“0-4,” Obi-Wan said.

“Yes?” 0-4 dutifully answered, it’s mechanical hands picking up a Luke who was already dozing off for the night.

“When is Anakin returning?” Obi-Wan did not know how long he could live with Sidious’ scent prickling on his skin.

0-4’s eyes shuttered, a hiss of beeps and clicks before it opened its LED eyes. “Lord Vader’s ship is expected to land on Coruscant late tonight.”

Oh,

that was soon. Abnormally soon. “D-Do you know why, 0-4?”

It shuttered quickly once more. “I do apologize but it seems I do not have access to that information.” 0-4 answered as it returned to its task. Taking Luke to his room for the rest of the night.

Obi-Wan fell back on the couch, a nervousness so loud it dulled his senses overtook him. Obi-Wan knew, he knew it deep in the marrow of his bones, that what he was doing was a gamble. A risky one.

It would either go as Obi-Wan planned, if he could be so lucky, then Luke would be safe. Sidious would be gone, wiped entirely off from the board. After that all Obi-Wan had to worry about was Anakin and he could handle Anakin…hopefully.

And if things did not go as he planned, hoped, then all would be lost. And if Obi-Wan truly lost it all then he would take his life as well,

that

he swore to himself.

So he waited, he waited for Anakin’s return, allowing for Sidious’ scent to marinate. Obi-Wan knew what it smelled like. And that was all he needed, the assumption was all his plan hinged on.

Fidgeting with the delicate chains on his hand, even now, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but admire the Beskar beauty but some part of him constantly wondered which Mandalorian died because of it.

Obi-Wan would stand his ground. He stayed sitting on the couch, back straight and rigid, staring holes into the walls, concentrating on making sure his hands would not tremble. To not let his anxiety overtake his mind.

Yet, every sudden sound, every hiss of doors, every speeder’s engine brought a small flinch. Obi-Wan could pretend he was not nerveracked but it was really a horrible lie.

He counted his breaths, timing them. He senses 0-4’s apprehension every time it walked by, seemingly not knowing what to do. The entire apartment was silent. And soon enough, 0-4 would need to recharge for the night.

It left a small platter of fruits on the coffee table in front of Obi-Wan before it slipped away for the night. Obi-Wan never knew where it went, but he knew 0-4 would be back in the morning.

His eyes were heavy and a cold blanket of resignation was dawning over him. The moon had downcasted its light for hours now, drowning the entire living room in its pale light.

And the front door hissed opened.

Obi-Wan did not turn to look at Anakin, his heart stuttered and picked up at a faster rate, he could feel it pump through his neck and wrists. Waiting. Waiting.

Like prey hiding in its hole, knowing the wolf was hunting.

Obi-Wan soon realized that Anakin had not noticed his presence yet. Heard as Anakin tried to silently move around the apartment. Drudging off his shoes, throwing his helmet off to the side with a sigh. Even heard him as he stubbed his toe, and the pained curse that came after.

Steeling himself, Obi-Wan released a small puff of his pheromones into the air, so small one could chalk it up to it being unintentional.

Obi-Wan observed as Anakin immediately stilled, how his body went rigid as he turned to look towards the living room. His yellow eyes almost glowing in the dark of the room.

“Love?” Anakin whispered, his brows furrowed and his head quirked to the side. “What are you doing up? It’s almost morning.”

Obi-Wan said nothing in return, merely watching as Anakin stepped closer and closer. Saw how his nostrils flared and his teeth bared as he caught scent of an alpha on Obi-Wan’s skin.

And like a dust storm, Anakin was upon him in seconds. Gripping his jaw and twisting it to the side as he buried his nose into the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck.

Obi-Wan swallowed but he was pliant. Could feel how Anakin’s chest heaved through his breaths, his heavy anger was prominent and easily visible.

“Sidious.” Anakin growled.

He pushed Obi-Wan down on the couch by his shoulders, hounding him as his fingers dug into his skin. Anakin was snarling, venom dripping from his teeth, coating his lips, and Anakin looked viscous.

Feral.

And Obi-Wan knew his plan had worked.

Because once Anakin identified the smell, it's all his brain could think of. His instincts went haywire as he could

smell

how

his

omega had been claimed by another. By Sidious. The man who had promised him Obi-Wan had taken him.

“I didn’t want it.”

Obi-Wan whispered, his voice hoarse from unuse and fear. He wrapped his arms around Anakin’s neck, burrowing himself. Forcing Anakin to continue smelling Sidious’ and his scents intermingling. “Only wanted you. Called for you, alpha.”

And Anakin’s anger mixed with his sudden sense of regret, guilt. Such a boiling pot of emotions, Anakin couldn’t distinguish which was which.

He didn’t return Obi-Wan’s hug, fearing that he would only unconsciously hurt his omega more.

His emotions came in flash floods. In one second he was angry, angry that his master had shown him the utmost disrespect, taking another’s omega right in his own home. It was a challenge. It was a play of dominance.

And in the next second, overwhelming guilt racked his heart. Guilt for not being able to protect his omega, for his lack of strength. For allowing another alpha to infiltrate his territory and raping

his

omega. For not believing the one person he loved.

“I’ll kill him.” Anakin promised.

Obi-Wan only snuggled closer to Anakin’s chest. Feeling safer than he has in days.

“I swear it, my love. I’ll kill him.” Anakin said, whispering into the air next to Obi-Wan's ear. “I’ll make his death painful. I’ll make him wish he never even laid eyes on you. I’ll make him wish he had never even met you.”

And Obi-Wan softly nodded, feeling himself drift off to sleep in Anakin’s arms. It was almost morning, after all.
  
Obi-Wan woke up with Anakin guarding him. Anakin was still in his armor, lightsaber ready at his side. He sat on the edge of the bed on constant alert, watching the windows and door diligently.

He’s had a long time to stew and think.

Some part of Obi-Wan’s heart warmed at the notion, half-tempted to cuddle closer into the sheets of the bed and fall back asleep. But he knew one thing was still missing, Luke wasn’t close to him. And with his alpha so tense, he knew something was wrong. His pup was in danger.

So, instead, Obi-Wan sat up from where he laid.

“A-Anakin?” His voice was still groggy.

Anakin stayed silent for a short moment more, unable to turn and look Obi-Wan in the eyes just yet. And with great difficulty, Anakin spoke. “Your nest reeked of

him.”

Obi-Wan glanced down at his hands. “I-I know.”

But it was as if Anakin didn’t even hear him. “I burned it. All of it.”

“Oh.”

Obi-Wan mourned the loss of his nest, and to lose it in such a destructive way…And knowing Anakin, knowing Vader, there would be nothing left of it.

“I also searched 0-4’s hard drive.” Anakin continued on, still glaring at the door. Obi-Wan saw how his grip on the lightsaber tightened as he twisted his head slightly, peering at Obi-Wan from the corner of his eye.

“What did he want?”

Anakin accused, a darkness in his tone. “

What

did he do?”

Obi-Wan stared up at Anakin, forcing down the harsh gulp. “The first time, he just wanted to talk…”

“And the second!” Anakin snarled, whipping around to fully face Obi-Wan. “What did you and him do while I was away! While I was fighting for

his

Empire! Did you think you could make a fool of me!”

Obi-Wan heaved through his nose, his chest rising and falling deeply as he pulled further away from Anakin’s sudden anger.

He knew Anakin would interpret his silence as shamed admission. And Vader’s anger was a cold and calculating thing. It swam within his eyes like parasites.

Anakin then stood from the bed, filling into his full and broad height. The light seemed to be sucked dry from around him.

He stepped closer to Obi-Wan, mercilessly gazing down at him. Obi-Wan wondered if he would be hit again. If he would be punished and chained. And in his fear, Obi-Wan cracked, his resolution wavered and he almost confessed.

The truth was on the tip of his tongue. The truth that he and Sidious had done nothing but talk. That all they had done was whisper about the possibilities and nothing more, nothing more than seductive touches that never went beyond.

Then Obi-Wan thought as to why he was doing all of this for, and he stood strong.

“You swore you were solely mine, Obi-Wan. Yet you give yourself to another.” Anakin said.

Anger coursed through Obi-Wan for a brief moment. “I

gave

him nothing!”

If Obi-Wan’s sudden outburst shocked Anakin, he did not show it. “You did not try to stop him, did you!”

And Obi-Wan riled like never before, his hackles raised, his teeth bared up at Anakin. “Stop it? You think I could’ve stopped him if I wanted to! Do not forget, Anakin, the collar you put around my neck! You were the one who made me defenseless for your own self-pleasure. Do not blame me for your actions.”

Obi-Wan panted, trying to catch his breath. Anakin raised his hand. Obi-Wan pretended he had not flinched but they both knew.

Anakin stared down at him, a flurry of emotions crossing over Anakin’s eyes. Anger, guilt, sadness, and finally determination. Anakin cupped Obi-Wan’s cheek.

“I am sorry.” Was all Anakin said.

Obi-Wan blinked, staring at Anakin’s yellow eyes, seeing the sincerity in them, Obi-Wan was unable to handle it any longer.

He forced his eyes down to his lap. Unconsciously baring his throat as his own apology.

They stayed in their silence. In their respite, Obi-Wan began to wonder about Luke.

“The pup is fine.” Anakin said. “0-4 is taking care of him. You will see him later.”

Obi-Wan’s heart thudded but he nodded.

With a sigh, Anakin sat back down on the bed next to Obi-Wan. Taking up more room than what he was worth. “Tell me everything.”

“You’ll believe me this time?” Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin nodded. “Every word you say.”

And Obi-Wan didn’t know who he was betraying more, Anakin or himself.

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Obi-Wan watched as Anakin paced around the room, a glower constant in his gaze. Obi-Wan patiently sat on the bed. He’d already explained all that happened, all that Sidious had said to him. Now he merely had to wait for Anakin’s response. And that was nerve racking in itself. “Volatile!” Anakin suddenly said, his hands fists at his side. “He thinks I’m volatile!” Obi-Wan nodded but he doubted Anakin was truly asking him. Anakin then cranes his head over to Obi-Wan, his yellow eyes narrowing. “And he wants you.” Anakin snarled at the mere thought.Obi-Wan took a deep breath in. Even though his skin itched to be at Luke’s side, to cradle him close to his chest, to make sure Anakin’s volatility did not turn onto his pup, he stayed put. “I’ll kill him.” Anakin stated into the air, a finalility in his words.Obi-Wan did not wince at his words like he used to. Sidious’ death was non-negotiable. “Of course, but–” “But what?” Anakin cut him off. Obi-Wan swallowed, he’d have to be mindful of his words. Anakin was a live wire, and he has no reason to be patient nor listen to reason. “But what happens after, Anakin.” Obi-Wan said. “The Empire won’t have an Emperor.” “So?” Obi-Wan blinked. “So? Anakin, without an Emperor, the Empire would fall into chaos.”“I am sure there are more than plenty General’s who would claw and scratch for an opportunity to become Emperor.” Anakin waved him off. “And you would trust them?” Obi-Wan asked. “Of course not.” “And if they undermine you? If they do something you don’t agree with? If they try to betray you?” Obi-Wan asked. “Then I’ll kill them.” Anakin firmly stated. “And the cycle repeats.” Obi-Wan proved his point. Anakin became silent, taking a step forwards, closer towards Obi-Wan. “And what do you suggest, my love? That I get rid of the seat of Emperor completely?” Obi-Wan heard the warning underneath Anakin’s tone. Saw how Anakin watched him closely. Anakin was beginning to get a whiff of his scheming. Obi-Wan held himself strong, meeting Anakin’s steel gaze with his own. “Of course not, Anakin.” He patronized. “But…” Anakin quirked his head to the side, awaiting Obi-Wan to continue. “But what if you became Emperor?” Anakin blinked as if the idea had never even crossed his mind. “If I became Emperor?” “Yes.” Obi-Wan said. “No one would rival your power as Emperor, no one would question you. If you’re not Emperor then I would never truly be safe.” Anakin stared down at the floor, his eyes fixating on his boots. “I don’t want to become Emperor.” Anakin blandly said. “What?” Obi-Wan said, shock coursing through his blood. Anakin had to become Emperor. That was the whole point of this. “I don’t want to become Emperor.” Anakin said, looking up to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes once more. Obi-Wan saw the firm resoluteness in them. Obi-Wan swallowed, his eyes still wide as his plan began to crack and crumble around him. “Why?”  Anakin’s eyes narrowed. “I just...don’t want to.” Obi-Wan mouth parted, anger boiling within him. But he hid it well. Anakin’s comm beeped. They both knew he’d have to take it. With a glance at Obi-Wan, Anakin pressed a kiss on his temple and left their bedroom. Obi-Wan wanted to scream out his frustrations. To scream so loud it would shatter the windows. He wanted to release everything he bottled up inside of him out into the world. To let Anakin know what he truly thought, to make his displeasures known. But he couldn’t. And Anakin didn't want to become Emperor. 
Fuck. 
  Obi-Wan had been careful where he stepped for the rest of the day. Mindful of Anakin’s mood. Ever changing. He made sure Luke’s cries and babbles wouldn’t bother or annoy Anakin too much, keeping Luke busy and taking him out of the room when necessary. Although what bothered Obi-Wan the most was that 0-4 had seemingly disappeared. He hasn’t seen the droid since the night prior. And some part of him worried for 0-4’s sake, illogical as it was. 0-4 was a droid, easily disassembled and put together again. But he’s grown fond of 0-4. It’s been his only friend for the past few months. He’d even learned to trust his pup to 0-4. Rocking Luke on his lap, Obi-Wan pulled him closer to his chest. Grateful that his breasts had stopped lactating the moment Luke was fully reliant on solid food. Only because it meant that Anakin would no longer drink from him or purposely make a mess of his chest. Humiliating as it was, to have Anakin fondle him into a whimpering and moaning mess. Shirt utterly ruined. Obi-Wan made a show of pointing at the pictures in the child’s book he read to Luke. Smiling as Luke giggled and laughed at his horrible mockery of voices. All day he's been trying to distract himself. To occupy his mind away from both his ruined nest and his failed plan. The mere thought could make Obi-Wan scoff. What Sith wouldn’t scramble for a chance of more power. Luke grappled the book out from Obi-Wan’s hands when he had suddenly stopped reading. Tearing the page in his effort to turn it. Obi-Wan winced as he took the book back into his hands. Maybe he should switch to datapads, just until Luke is older. Uncaring, Luke then tried to scramble out of Obi-Wan’s lap and onto the floor, where all of his toys lay. Obi-Wan released him easily after he carefully set him down on the carpeted floor. Deciding to stay where he sat on the chair as he watched Luke crawl around. His fingers toyed with the Beskar chain adorning his hand as he absently observed Luke. He knew he shouldn’t give up on his plan this soon. One stepback shouldn’t make him quit, but there were other factors. The most prominent being Anakin’s unstable mind. If he pushed Anakin too far he might hit him again—or Luke—and he might just hold him close, muttering apologies he didn’t truly mean. It would only give Obi-Wan whiplash until he didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. And yet, if Obi-Wan didn’t push, Anakin might never even step into a throne room. And Obi-Wan needed him on that throne. It was the only feasible way to protect Luke and Leia from any other threats. It was the first thing he had learned as the famed negotiator. Always cater the one in power, and that was either the throne or the one who whispered to the throne. Obi-Wan needed to be the whisperer. He rubbed at his temples, stress building and building. The collar on his neck tingled as he failed miserably trying to reach the Force. “Have you tired of the child yet?” Anakin asked, standing at the doorway with his arms crossed. Obi-Wan glanced up at the man, noting how intimidating Anakin looked. With just his presence he would make a great Emperor. And that thought only caused another sigh out of him. “No, dear one, it had only been a long night.” Obi-Wan said, returning his focus back onto Luke. “Indeed it had,” Anakin said as he stepped closer to Obi-Wan’s side. “But I do know a few ways we can release our stress.” Obi-Wan swallowed, knowing exactly what Anakin was alluding to. “What about Luke...? I-I can’t just leave him...” It was a flimsy excuse but Obi-Wan was grasping at straws and he didn’t know why. It was easier before, but after Sidious had left his treacherous and dirty scent on his skin. No amount of bathing was able to wash away the disgust and shame. Anakin nipped at his ear, his hands messaging tips of his shoulder. “I reinstated 0-4’s modules and software, it won’t be hijacked again.” Anakin breathed in Obi-Wan’s scent, lapping at his gland. “0-4 will take care of the pup for the night, love.” Obi-Wan panted, his lips growing dry as he squirmed under Anakin’s heavy touch. Prompted from Anakin’s insistence, Obi-Wan hesitantly stood from where he sat. Leaning most of his weight on Anakin’s, Luke watched curiously as they left through the door. Anakin escorted Obi-Wan down the hall, his hands roaming his body, groping and touching. Perhaps it would have been loving if Obi-Wan forced down the bile hard enough. He could smell the arousal pouring out from Anakin as they entered their bedroom. Obi-Wan whimpered as he was pushed onto the bed. Anakin paid him no mind as he bit at Obi-Wan’s skin. Leaving his marks and proclamations of ownership on his pale and freckled skin. The pads of his fingers were rough as they roamed. Obi-Wan squirmed, Anakin slipped his hand under Obi-Wan’s panties. Cupping at Obi-Wan’s pussy, teasing in his motions as he kissed Obi-Wan. Not knowing whether to kiss Anakin back or to release the moan stuck in the back of his throat, Obi-Wan was left inside of this limbo. With high-pitched and breathless moans, Anakin sucked on Obi-Wan’s collarbone. He peered up at him, such bright yellow eyes staring up at Obi-Wan through his lashes. And for a brief dream-like second, Obi-Wan could imagine that this wasn’t Anakin. And then Anakin whispered his name, whispered with such reverence and love it could make Obi-Wan cry. Grabbing Anakin by a fistful of hair, Obi-Wan pulled him back up to his lips. Desperate in his own senses. Anakin giggled into their kiss, the palms of his hands cupping Obi-Wan’s cheeks. And that’s all they did for a while. Kissing and panting for breath. Consuming the air they shared as if they were one single entity, a singularity in the cosmos. As if the tales of the souls were true and two would become one when they touched. Obi-Wan grunted when Anakin bit down on his lip, drawing blood and their kiss was now sweet and metallic. A love in their hate. And like all else Anakin had, he eventually became bored and dissatisfied. His hand travelling back towards Obi-Wan’s cunt. Stuffing two of his calloused fingers inside of Obi-Wan’s hole, he stretched Obi-Wan open. Whining at the sudden intrusion, Obi-Wan tried to squirm away but Anakin held him close. “Shh, love, it’ll feel good soon.” Anakin hushed his petulant lover. Obi-Wan whined, his chest heaved as he tried to hold back his tears and cries. Anakin was rough, abnormally so. It was like he was trying to scrub Obi-Wan clean from the inside out. It felt like Anakin was trying to bruise his insides. The pain was searing, painful enough that Obi-Wan knew he wouldn’t be able to take much of it for any longer. And with another forceful thrust of his fingers inside of him, Obi-Wan broke his vow. His promise to himself was broken as he choked out his plea. Trying to push at Anakin’s shoulders to try and get him away, to get off. Off. Off. Off. “Please, Anakin! Stop! S-Stop! It h-hurts!” Obi-Wan sobbed. Anakin merely snarled in front of him, spit flickering onto his cheeks and lips. With the Force, Anakin kept Obi-Wan pinned to the bed, and to keep his legs wide open as he roughly finger-fucked him. A show of strength and dominance, a show that Anakin didn’t need to exert much of himself to keep Obi-Wan underneath him. That Anakin could, and would, make sure Obi-Wan knew his place and that he stayed there. Between nonsensical babbles and begging, Obi-Wan knew his scent had long since turned putrid and sour. Unmissable and unavoidable, and most importantly, unignorable for anyone around him. A vital defense mechanism omegas had always had to deter any harm to come to them. And yet, Anakin ignored it. Ignored his distress and pain, ignored his cries and whimpers and keen. And Obi-Wan felt a deep rooted fear of Anakin begin to crawl back inside him. These sweet few months had softened Obi-Wan’s memories. And as Anakin slipped himself inside of Obi-Wan replacing his rough fingers with something meaner, and bigger, and rougher. Anger was all that fueled Anakin, and Obi-Wan finally knew what being fucked by a monster felt like. Obi-Wan stared up at Anakin in horror as he was fucked, still crying and begging even though his tears felt cold on his cheek and his words made no sense to his tongue, he contained to beg Anakin to stop. Anakin grunted and growled above him, sweat dripping down his temple. Obi-Wan saw what a true monster Anakin was, not even Anakin’s pretty face and charming smile and yellow eyes could hide what laid underneath it. His padawan had been a monster, and Obi-Wan had once called him a brother, a friend, the one person he loved above all else. And for the first time in his life, Obi-Wan wished he had died on Melidaan. He wished that Master Qui-Gon had never kept him as a padawan, that Qui-Gon had sent him away the moment he had presented as an omega. Obi-Wan twisted his head, burrowing half of his face into the pillows, unable to even look at Anakin. Hoping the metal of the blood and the salt of the tears and sweat would mask the scent of Anakin. But Anakin would never grant him such freedoms. Anakin drove himself into the crooks of Obi-Wan’s neck. Mixing and interlacing their scents forcibly together.  “I can still smell him on you.” Anakin growled into Obi-Wan’s ear. Obi-Wan could only shake his head. That wasn’t possible. He had rubbed his skin raw and Sidious never even touched him. But Anakin’s delusions were just as real as reality. And Obi-Wan could not defend himself. Because Anakin needed to believe that Sidious had taken him to a bed. “You were always a whore, weren’t you, Obi-Wan.” Anakin said, slightly breathless from his deep and rapid thrusts, as if he had something to prove. “I saw how they all looked at you.” Anakin continued on, a hoarseness in his voice. “How you looked at them.” Obi-Wan could only vehemently shake his head. It wasn’t true. It wasn’t true. “N-No! No. Anakin.” Anakin only bit down on Obi-Wan’s neck, more blood staining the dark sheets. “I wanted to believe you when you told me you’d never done it before. But it was just another lie, wasn’t it, my love.” Anakin taunted. “You’re just a dirty fucking whore, gagging for any alpha to come and fuck you.” Obi-Wan struggled against the Force that held him down. Tears blurring his vision, but it wasn’t as if he wished he could see. For all the world around him was merely Anakin. And he didn’t want to see Anakin. “Always giving yourself to everybody else like the slut you are, but never for me, huh, Master.” Anakin ground his hips deeper, pushing against Obi-Wan’s cervix. “No. You always denied me of what I wanted, what I deserved, just for you to turn around and get on your knees for someone else.” Anakin grabbed him by the chin, forcing Obi-Wan to make eye contact with him. Obi-Wan swallowed down his choking cries. “But maybe you just wanted me to force you, master. Push you down on your bed in our shared quarters, force my dick inside of your cunt back when I was your padawan.” Anakin grunted. “A whore omega like you would've loved it, even if you're screaming for me to stop.” “But that’s not really what you want.” Anakin said. His hand curled around Obi-Wan’s throat. And Obi-Wan felt a new type of fear. “No, what you want is a big fucking cock to split you open. It’s what you were made for.” Obi-Wan could feel as Anakin grew close to his climax, his mean words stuttering out as his thrusts became sharper. Aching and bruising Obi-Wan’s already sensitive walls. His cunt sopping red and sore. He’s long lost the energy or ability to beg Anakin to stop. Could barely hold onto his mind as he laid there, underneath Anakin's hulking figure, and made to take it. His body unable to do anything else but give pleasure to Anakin and solely to Anakin. Obi-Wan’s tears were soft and gentle as they rolled down his face, his eyes burning from exhaustion just like his muscles were. Strained and pulled taunt, Obi-Wan was on the verge of collapse. And even though he’d been waiting for it, expecting it, it still sent surprise through his veins when he felt Anakin cum inside of him. Buried deep inside of him, Obi-Wan could practically feel is it flooded his womb. Obi-Wan gave a weak and pitiful whimper as he was filled to the brim, slick and cum leaking from his cunt. Making him feel dirtier than he already was. But Anakin seemed content, satisfied even, as he pulled himself free from Obi-Wan’s cunt. He held himself up on his arms, still looming over Obi-Wan as he caught his breath. The Force had released its grip on his limbs, Obi-Wan falling as limp as a ragdoll in seconds. “I love you.” Anakin said. And Obi-Wan answer was immediate, trained into him. “I love you too, dear one.” But the words sounded sour on his lips and his mind screamed in agony.Kissing him, Anakin hummed as his eyes became hooded with sleep. Rolling them over onto their side, Anakin hugged Obi-Wan close, his chest warm to Obi-Wan’s back. His mechno-hand possessively placed over Obi-Wan’s stomach, right over where his womb laid. Too tired and worn, Obi-Wan only curled into himself, the tears still hadn’t dried on his cheeks. His whole body trembled as he felt Anakin fall asleep behind him. The rhythmic fall and rise of Anakin’s lungs eventually lulled Obi-Wan into his own restless sleep.   Anakin was gone from their bed when Obi-Wan woke up. The Coruscant sun streamed in through the window, but not even the warm and doughty heat warmed the coldness in Obi-Wan’s bones. They creaked as Obi-Wan tried futilely to push himself up. Biting down on his tongue to silence his cry of pain. He wanted to cry, desperately so, but he fought hard to blink back the tears. Fearing he would die of dehydration if he cried any more, that he’d wring his eyes dry until they went white and useless. With deep and rib shuddering breaths, Obi-Wan tried again. Slower and easier than his first attempt. His heart beated blood faster, every nerve ending on his body screaming and wailing in pain. Utter and helpless pain. It was mind consuming. It could make a sane man insane. His hands trembled, his legs shook, and blood stained his skin and sheets. The mere sight of the red blood only mocked him. A reminder of what had happened, of what he put his body through. It was only a cruel and thoughtless reminder of how both his body and mind screamed its objection. How he had been ignored. And what an odd thing it had been. Made to submit, the Force itself held him down as Anakin, his former padawan, ravaged him. Took him apart and then put him back together messily. Swallowing down the bile that crawled and creeped up his through, his thighs were sticky and sheets reeked.Anakin hadn’t even the kindness to clean up his mess. His first step off the bed, Obi-Wan stumbled. Feeling less than a youngling, for at least they were able to walk properly, Obi-Wan tried to take another step. This time, his muscles were even meaner. They failed him and Obi-Wan fell to the floor. His nails scraped on the apartment floor.  Useless. How could he be so fucking useless. Powerless. Why couldn’t he do more. Why? Why couldn't he be more. Obi-Wan’s hair fell over his eyes, they ached with a tiredness, like sandpaper with every blink. Obi-Wan had just woken up and he felt as if he could fall back asleep for centuries. He wished he could. Rising onto one knee after the other, Obi-Wan made it back onto his feet after a dreadfully long time. His knees almost buckled underneath but he held strong, he had to. Memories of what he had been before fueled him. His memories of how he used to be able to run across battlefields, fight against Sith’s and being far more powerful than him. How he led soldiers and ships into war and won. How he had merely gotten up every morning to make himself a cup of tea easily. Those were the things that gave him barely enough energy to stand on his own two feet. Weak as he was. Breaths were labored as he made it to the door, slumping against it to catch his breath. He had only the strength to shrug on one of the robes, it barely covered the mid-thigh but it was enough. Holding it tight around him, Obi-Wan pressed his palm against the keypad. The door hissed open. The hallway was eerily quiet. Obi-Wan did not have to heart to figure out as to why. 
Luke.
That’s all that mattered to him now. He clumsily stumbled down the hall like an Eopie learning to walk. His legs were unreliable, legs knocking on the wall and floor and his knees would buckle and tremble every so often. Not even making it halfway to the nursery, 0-4 popped out and into the corridor, summoned by all the racket Obi-Wan seemed to have made. “Master Obi-Wan?” 0-4 asked, it then glanced down to where Obi-Wan had stood, following the trail of blood back into the bedroom he had emerged from. “You’re bleeding…” Obi-Wan nodded, his head suffering from a sudden dizzy spell, he wobbled where he stood. Luke. He just needed to see Luke. Needed to see him...before...0-4 caught him before he hit the ground. “Obi-Wan!” 
How curious. The droid almost sounded worried.
Obi-Wan was blinking himself in and out of existence. “L-Luke.” He whispered, his voice rough and hoarse as if he had been screaming murder the entire night. “Need Luke.” “You require medical attention, Master Obi-Wan.” 0-4 said quietly.Obi-Wan shook his head. No, please. Let him see Luke. Let him have a choice. “N-No, need to see Luke. Please, 0-4.” He clung to its arms in desperation.0-4 was silent for a short while, like it was morally deciding on what to do. And then it nodded to itself, its lights in its eyes dimmed, a tenseness in its body as it took in the state of Obi-Wan.“Allow me to assist you to the nursery, then.” Obi-Wan plainly nodded, focusing his mind on the task once more. 0-4’s robotic arms were almost caring as it helped Obi-Wan lift himself off from the ground. An arm around his torso, holding half of his weight as they shuffled towards the nursery. They moved faster than Obi-Wan would have ever achieved by himself. 0-4 had the door opened before they approached it. Obi-Wan ripping himself free from 0-4 the moment he could, using Luke’s cradle to hold himself up. Looking down at his pup, Obi-Wan felt a flash of relief. His shoulders fell and his muscles loosened. But a tightness wound around his throat when he noticed the dried tears on Luke’s cheeks. “What’s wrong with him?” Obi-Wan asked, worried and paranoid.0-4 stayed by the door. “Nothing, per say. Master Luke was merely restless during the night.” “I-I didn’t even hear him cry.” Obi-Wan wanted to tear off his skin with his own nails. “Master Luke’s sadness was quiet, Obi-Wan, if not for his tears, I would not have known Luke was crying.” 0-4 said.The knot did not lessen. Obi-Wan feebly reached out his hand, hesitating for a short second, not wanting to taint Luke’s pureness with his touch. But nonetheless, he brushed a stray lock of hair off from Luke’s head, tucking it behind his ear. Luke’s face immediately softened at his touch. And Obi-Wan breathed a sigh of relief. “Can you leave us, please, 0-4.” Obi-Wan said, still staring down at his precious pup. 0-4’s eyes shuttered, it was silent for far longer than it needed to be. “A-Are you sure you will be alright?”Obi-Wan turned his head, his fingers still caressing Luke’s hair. He saw how 0-4 hesitated, cautious, nervous. He smiled and nodded, eyes crinkling in softness. Still curled around the cradle to keep himself from falling over.0-4 gave what could be described as a sigh as it looked down at the ground. “I’ll be near, please, do call me for anything.” Obi-Wan watched as 0-4 stepped out of the nursery, the door hissing close behind it. Glancing up and out of the window, Obi-Wan saw the busy life of Coruscant. Pulling his hand away from Luke, he took a step away from the cradle. Mindful of the scatter of toys, Obi-Wan stumbled to the far right wall. Quietly and swiftly falling to his knees. He pulled off the top of the vent. The metal sliding off easily. And just where he had left it, the communicator sat innocently there. It was the one Sidious had given him. Perhaps they might have never slept together but they did more than that. They planned and they talked. They were supposedly allies after all, one would need to be able to get in touch with the other. And with deft and quick fingers, Obi-Wan sent his message. This was his last chance. Desperation laced his thoughts and so his plan was weak and ill planned, far too reliant on factors that were out of his control. But Obi-Wan had no other choices, no other attempts. If this did not work, all else would fail no matter what. This is his last hope. Last chance of hoping to convince Lord Vader to become the Emperor.   It was in the kitchen where Anakin tried to make his peace offering. Obi-Wan would like to think he wasn’t afraid of Anakin, but he was. Perhaps Anakin’s mere presence did not strike fear in him, nor did Anakin’s gaze, but a single sudden movement, a single grunt or a hitch of Anakin’s breath had Obi-Wan’s body tensing. His muscles became concrete as his mind forced him to re-live what he wished never happened. And though his mind would only flicker in those memories for a short moment, those moments were lifetimes. Eons where he felt as if he were drowning in his own pain and shame. Obi-Wan hadn’t thought he could loathe Anakin more than he had when Anakin had taken his virginity but he could. For at least, then, Anakin had held love in both his hands and heart when he fucked him the first time. This time, Obi-Wan had spent the afternoon in a med-center getting bacta-stitches. The shame would last him even in death. He no longer hoped that he would join with the Force in death, the Force has betrayed him. And he wouldn’t be able to look into any of his Jedi brothers and sisters in the eye. Not after he’s been fucked bruised and bloody by his former padawan. Now he only wished that when he died that there would be nothing. That there would not be light and that there wouldn’t be darkness. An eternal solitude of nothing. That is what he dreamed of at night. The thing that made his restless mind become at ease was that once it was over, it would be finally over. If the Force could not grant him freedom or happiness, then at least grant him that. Anakin had laid the kitchen table fruitfully. Boxes upon boxes placed next to each other, some adorned with bows and creative and pastel drawn on fruits and sweets. Obi-Wan could recognize the smells of his favorite pastries. Could recognize Dex’s takeout boxes like the back of his hand. And Obi-Wan’s first thought was not relief nor thankfulness, but panic. Terror that he had managed to bring Dex any sort of harm, that Anakin had gone and killed him, hurt him in any way. Dex had been the farthest thing from his mind and guilt flooded him because of it. And Obi-Wan had failed again, how could he continuously fail to think about others. Anakin stood near the counter, crossed armed and shifting his weight. “I-I had some of my men go and get them for you.” Anakin said. “I know how much you like them and stuff.” Obi-Wan gulped. Taking a cautious step forward, 0-4 was standing in between them, busying itself with plating the boxed pastries and takeout. Obi-Wan knew it had chosen its position with mindful thought. “I–thank you, Anakin.” Obi-Wan whispered, not wanting to meet Anakin’s eye. Anakin stiffly nodded in response. They stood in silence. “I’ve also planned a trip for us.” Anakin suddenly spoke again. “Since I know that you’ve been...” Stuck? Prisoner? Kidnapped? “At home for a while.” “What about Luke?” Obi-Wan asked. “Luke will be joining us.” Obi-Wan blinked as he nodded, staring down at his hands as they stopped their small tremor. “Where are we going, then?” “I–uh, wanted it to be a surprise.” “Oh,” Anakin’s jaw clenched as he stared down at the tips of his boots. Short cropped hair falling over his yellow eyes and long lashes. “B-But I’ll tell you, if you want.” Obi-Wan opened up one of the pink-boxed pastries, accepting Anakin’s offering. “I’m sure it would be a lovely surprise, Anakin.”   Obi-Wan had asked 0-4 to help him pack the things necessary for their impromptu day out. Obi-Wan was nervous, rightfully so. It would be Luke’s first time leaving the apartment since they’ve got there and Obi-Wan feared the worst. Illogically so, but his omega was fretting over the smallest of things. Whining in the back of his throat everytime he looked out the window, seeing the speeding cars and steep drops to the lowest levels of Coruscant. Even the sun looked far too hot, the winds too high. Obi-Wan felt as if the world was too dangerous for such a small pup like Luke. It only made him want to curl Luke into his chest and keep him there, warm and safe and loved. And so, that was why 0-4 was there next to him. Everytime Obi-Wan would pack things that were unnecessary and extremely unneeded, 0-4 would be there to unpack them. Waiting patiently as Obi-Wan paced around the nursery. Instincts so haywire, Obi-Wan didn’t know what to do with himself. And he only wished he had a nest he could fall into “Will you be coming with us, 0-4?” Obi-Wan asked, his hair slightly skewed. “I am afraid not, Obi-Wan. But I can assure you Lord Vader has prepared adequate security measures for you and Master Luke.” “Of course, of course,” Obi-Wan muttered. What better protection than the Sith Lord himself. “And how are you feeling, Master Obi-Wan?” 0-4 asked. Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed, then it dawned on him. “The relievers have taken most of the discomfort and pain away.” “That is good to hear.” 0-4 said. “Would you like me to pack them for you? Today's activities may possibly strain your body and I do not wish for you to be in pain, Master Obi-Wan.” Obi-Wan sat down on one of the plush chairs, nodding with a faint smile. “That would be lovely, 0-4, thank you.” 0-4 left out the nursery door, leaving Luke to peacefully sleep and to leave Obi-Wan in quiet. And as Obi-Wan merely sat there, hearing the occasional snore from Luke, did he truly feel how exhausted he was. The past week alone had been hellish, a war in itself. For all Obi-Wan’s emotions, he felt like he was back in the battlefield, preparing for another skirmish against the separatists. Obi-Wan hadn’t felt truly safe or at comfort in so long. There always seemed to be a threat lurking in one corner of another, either for himself or for others. And Obi-Wan didn’t seem to be able to rest until all was safe and done. An endless job it seemed to be. “Are you ready, my love?” Anakin asked, appearing from the dark of the hallway. Obi-Wan did not startle, slowly getting up from where he sat with a nod. Wrapping a thin blanket around Luke as he picked him up, Luke squirmed but did not wake. Anakin allowed for Obi-Wan to walk out the room before him, his eyes tracking his every move. But when Obi-Wan turned, he saw that Anakin was not behind him. Anakin stood halfway inside of the nursery still, deep chasms between his brows as he stared intently at a nursery wall. “Anakin? Is something wrong?” Obi-Wan felt panic fray at his edges when he realized Anakin was staring at the right wall, at the vent where Sidious’ communicator lay hidden. Anakin glanced over at him and Luke. “Nothing, I just thought I heard something.” Obi-Wan’s breath stopped, fearing that Anakin’s confusion would turn into curiosity. But it did not, in the end. Anakin joined Obi-Wan at his side, a hand on the small of his back. Leading them towards the landing platform outside of their apartment, there was where a transport lay waiting. Two stormtroopers stationed next to it. Anakin did not bat an eye at the guards, instead he leaned down and picked up a bag and lifted it to his shoulders. “For Luke.” Was all he said, and Obi-Wan was to assume it was the bag 0-4 had packed for them. And as Obi-Wan watched as Anakin loaded them onto the transport, how he had taken care of it. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but to wonder if in another life if Anakin would have been a good dad. A father whom his children could laugh and love with. But that was another life and certainly not this one. As they lifted into the air, Obi-Wan began to rock Luke on his lap as he started to wake, sensing the new sensation of being in the air. Out of the corner of his eye, Obi-Wan saw how Anakin watched them, a faint smile on his face, a kind and sweet one. “If you don’t mind me asking, Anakin?” Obi-Wan said, Anakin hummed. “But why a surprise? The pastries would have been enough.”
Nothing would ever have been enough.
“I...I’ve had this planned for a while. I just thought that...now would be a good time.” Anakin said, his eyes glancing out the windows. Unable to meet Obi-Wan’s eyes. And they did not speak for the rest of their flight. Admiring the view from the transport, Obi-Wan had almost a proustian moment as he stared out at what had been his home. Coruscant was still the lively city he had remembered but there loomed a metaphorical cloud over the skyscrapers of the city, downcasting a gloom of doom. People walked with their heads lowered and with white armored soldiers holding their guns tight near their chest. And Obi-Wan knew, this wasn’t the city he grew up in. Anakin had taken that away as well. Luke had woken up at some point, his eyes dreamily staring out the window in awe. It reminded Obi-Wan how Anakin had first gazed out at the vastness of Coruscant when he had first experienced it. How his blue eyes which had only seen desert sand stare at the metal buildings that reached higher than the stars. Pointing out the window, Obi-Wan smiled and laughed alongside a giggling Luke. experiencing the same joy Luke was as he saw the world through Luke’s eyes. And as Luke gazed wide-eyed at the new world around him, so did Obi-Wan. The transport then peeled itself away from the busy highways, flying a far more isolated route between the buildings. A single glance over to Anakin, assured Obi-Wan that this was the plan. Although what threw Obi-Wan off kilter was the fact that he did not recognize this part of Coruscant. They did not pass many more speeders, and those they did pass were sporadic and few. Wherever they were going was infrequently visited. Then the transport started to slow, a building’s hangar doors sliding open. Anakin stood from where he sat when the transport came to a full stop, the doors sliding open. Obi-Wan grew weary, clutching Luke closer to his chest, but Anakin held his hand out for Obi-Wan. Taking it hesitantly, Anakin helped Obi-Wan step out from the transport, his feet hitting duresteel underneath him. The hangar was cold and caused a shiver to travel up his spine. But as his eyes traveled around him, the breath in his lungs suddenly hitched. “I’ve had it commissioned to be built for you, months ago.” Anakin said. On the wall opposite of the hangar doors was a large and tall, floor to ceiling glass that peered into what looked like a completely different planet. From just through the glass, Obi-Wan could see the vibrant hues of green and blue and purple and pink. A garden that could rival that of Naboo’s natural beauty. It was majestic in of itself. A forest for kings and a garden for gods, and Anakin had made it for him. Stepping closer, Anakin led him through a sliding glass door that sprayed a cool mist as they walked through it. The steel under their feet quickly disappeared and turned into luscious grass and stepping stones. Leading to a path throughout the entire garden, intricate stone benches spread out, alongside fountains that gushed crystal blue water. This garden was a place of wonder, of childlike amazement. And high above them were skylights that allowed only the gleaming blue sky and sun rays to beam through. A haven away from the steel planet they lived on. Anakin was quiet as he allowed Obi-Wan to take it all in, to breathe it all in. But Anakin eventually led them to a small outcropping, away from the footfalls from any visitors. Here, Obi-Wan saw how the plants had been specifically planted and tended to. “Your favorite tea leaves, gathered from their native planet.” Anakin explained. And Obi-Wan slowly crouched down onto his knees, Luke crawling out from his arms. Laughing at the funny sensation on his hands, feeling green grass for the first time in his life. Luke rolled and move about in the greenery as Obi-Wan carefully thumbed at one of the leaves. Immediately telling it was the coridak bark, it was Master Qui-Gon’s favorite but Obi-Wan had always thought it a tad too bitter. And the more Obi-Wan looked around, the more saw his favorite tea leaves. The ones that were always too expensive or rare for Obi-Wan to consume daily. “I-It’s beautiful.” Obi-Wan gasped out. And an explosion rocked the entire garden, making Anakin stumble where he stood and Obi-Wan brace himself on the ground. Quickly reaching for Luke as soon as he could. Obi-Wan’s ears buzzed but he could only hear Luke’s wails and nothing else, no other noise after the explosion had sounded. And then, stomps, heavy and many. Footfalls of soldiers, of men as they stampeded through the gardens. Anakin’s red lightsaber was immediately ignited, burning and sparking the air around it, the skylights suddenly shuttered close with metal shutters. The garden went dark except for Anakin’s lightsaber, it casted a red hue to them all. The shadows danced and swayed as all was silent, too silent, eerily silent. Luke had gone quiet, nothing but tears and whimpers as they waited with bated breaths. A stormtrooper emerged from the bushes, Obi-Wan saw how Anakin relaxed before it fired upon them. Obi-Wan screamed out as the blaster came racing towards them, shielding his body around Luke’s. Anakin jumped in front of them, reflecting the bolt back at the stormtrooper, effectively hitting him back and killing him. But more stepped out from the trees and bushes, rapidly outnumbering Anakin. “Run!” Anakin yelled. “I’ll be right behind you!” And Obi-Wan did so without hesitation, hiding his pup close to him, Obi-Wan stumbled to his feet and began to run. He didn’t know where he ran to but he doubted it would make much of a difference. Trying to find his way back to the hangar, Obi-Wan started to wonder if that was even a good idea. More stormtroopers could be waiting for them there. A hand grabbed Obi-Wan, pulling him out from his running. Obi-Wan yelped out a scream as guns were suddenly pointed at his face. Also realizing that Anakin’s red light was nowhere near him. Heaving through his panicked breaths, Obi-Wan stared straight at the stormtrooper’s helmet. 
What an odd way to die.
But the Stormtrooper did not kill him, instead more of its squadron appeared from the leaves. It nabbed at Obi-Wan’s arm and began to pull him in a direction, the squadron flanking them in a defensible position. Obi-Wan tried to rip himself free but it was pointless, only causing his hold on Luke to lessen and he could not risk that. “Anakin!” Obi-Wan screamed out. “Anakin!” One of the stormtrooper’s placed a hand over his mouth, effectively shutting him up. Obi-Wan let out another muffled scream and the stormtrooper only pressed down harder in response. Obi-Wan was dragged on for a short while longer before the squadron leader suddenly dropped into a crouch, holding out his hand, telling them to go still. The rest of them soon crouched down alongside him, Obi-Wan was forced to fall onto his knees. He made sure to cradle Luke’s neck carefully. And through the shrubbery and leaves, Obi-Wan saw what they all saw. Anakin slaughtered stormtroopers by the dozen, cutting them in half as he blazed through. Scorched flesh and armor the only smell that burned their noses. Soon enough, Anakin had cut through them all, leaving only one left alive. Anakin grabbed the last remaining stormtrooper by the neck, lifting him off from the ground with the Force. “Who sent you.” Anakin growled. The Stormtrooper resisted at first, but Anakin only had to press down harder on his neck, only had to squeeze the air out from his lungs and words spilled from his mouth easily. “The Emperor! It was an order from the Emperor!” “To do what!” Anakin’s eyes were blazing, almost like a fire in the light of his red lightsaber. “To take the omega away from you, to give him the omega! That’s what he wanted!” The stormtrooper clawed at the invisible Force around his neck. Anakin did not waste a second, crushing the stormtrooper’s skull. Its body falling limp as it crashed to the floor. They all watched in horror, hidden behind the leaves as Anakin stood in the silence, standing in the middle of his massacre as calmly as one would on the beach. “Anakin!” The Stormtrooper was not quick enough to muffle Obi-Wan’s yell. Anakin whipped his head around, looking straight at them, bloodshed still evident in his eyes. A vengeance sworn in them, he would kill every last stormtrooper that stood in his way. And as Obi-Wan stared at Anakin, watching as he began to stalk towards them, murder on his hands. As the Stormtroopers around him quickly stood up and began to shoot, desperation lacing their aim. Obi-Wan knew, he had finally convinced Anakin.

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Obi-Wan stayed frozen. Luke squirmed in his arms, weakly crying as the blasters fired around them. Obi-Wan could only stare at

his

Anakin through all the noise.

The Stormtroopers were yelling, screaming orders as they fired round after round.

Anakin waved off the blaster shots as easily as raindrops, red lightsaber deflecting them towards the ground. Singing such green grass.

And then, Anakin had come far too near. The Stormtroopers tried to flee, they truly did. Realizing that they would not defeat the Sith Lord, they tried to scramble away, blasters forgotten as they raced towards the exit.

Anakin did not let them get away, intent on his revenge. Standing in front of Obi-Wan, his leather clad hand caressed his cheek. Obi-Wan looked up at Anakin, could feel as the sweet blood smeared on his cheek, he blinked through his salty tears.

Once sure that Obi-Wan was safe and back in his clutches, Anakin returned his attention to the fleeing Stormtroopers, he only needed to lift a single hand and Obi-Wan heard as their skulls were crushed from the inside out.

Could only think of how the Force could be so cruel, how could it abide itself to be used in such horrendous and murderous ways. How could he worship the Force when it could cause such pain, such misery.

Gazing down at the grass, he tucked Luke close to his neck. Scenting each other for comfort. Obi-Wan didn’t know how he was supposed to live like this. Obi-Wan didn’t believe his life to be worth more than the dozens around him.

Thousands should not die for a life as pathetic as his.

“I’ll send for an escort.” Anakin said, his voice so deep it rumbled the leaves around them.

It was dark around them, and so cold. Obi-Wan shuddered, his breath stuttered, and his tears fell. His cries were silent.

“Sidious has taken this too far.” Anakin did not notice his turmoil, or perhaps he merely did not care. “Coruscant is no longer safe for you, my love.”

“And where would we go?” Obi-Wan asked quietly. “Sidious

controls

the Empire.”

Anakin’s jaw tightened. “This Empire is mine.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes fell shut, timing his breaths with Luke’s, his heart with his.

Anakin then sighed, slowly lowering himself to Obi-Wan’s side. And he hugged him, it was a warm and soft embrace.

He whispered into Obi-Wan’s ear. “I swore to you, love, that I would protect you and the pup. I am not weak enough to break that promise.”

The tears rapidly dried on Obi-Wan’s eyes, his eyes still burned and ached with the flames of a thousand fires, still screaming from the depths of the darkness.

“And how are you going to do that?”

Anakin’s grip tightened around him, Luke whined.

“Mustafar.” Anakin said. “There, I have built a fortress.”

The mere name brought a shiver to Obi-Wan’s spine, he doubted he could handle revisiting that dreadful planet. Too many horrid memories came from Mustafar, from Padme’s unconscious body to Anakin’s wild and feral eyes watching him as they exited the atmosphere.

Those eyes still haunt him to this day.

Obi-Wan wondered if he would be a locked up princess, kin to those fairytales he had read as a youngling, like the ones he read to Luke. Locked away, waiting to be saved from the dragon that curled its tail around his neck and heart. Keeping him from leaving, keeping him from love and freedom.

“Come, love, 0-4 waits for us.”

Anakin gingerly lifts him to his feet. Anakin’s eyes almost glowed in the dark, hand in hand, Anakin led them towards the light, towards the hangar where security awaited.

Obi-Wan trailed after him like a white fleeced lamb, holding his pup in his arms and near his heart, murmuring soft words to comfort both of their ears. He worried that Luke was so silent. This was not how Obi-Wan wished to introduce Luke to the world.

He wanted Luke to only know a caring and loving world, one where the grass was not stained with blood and where the dead were nowhere to be found. He had wanted for Luke to only know clear skies and warm suns, stars that twinkled with hope and amazement.

The hangar doors were mangled open, ships that were once boarded by enemy Stormtroopers were left abandoned and desolate. It was quiet. Not even the humm of the city reached them. No speeders passed them, no other living soul.

It was just the three of them as far as they could tell. Anakin made sure of that.

The moment Obi-Wan’s feet touched the durasteel once again, his knees trembled and they gave out. The pain was too much, it suffocated him. He couldn't hold it inside of his heart any longer. It clawed at the walls, begging to be released. It churned and twisted inside of him. Blood trickled down his thigh.

His thoughts became fuzzy, drowned out from the aganazing ache that made his muscles spasm, one that consumed him. His adrenaline died out.

Luke cried out his worry, small and chubby fingers reaching out for Obi-Wan, fear clawing inside his little blue eyes, eyes that Obi-Wan only wished could laugh with joy. Luke’s face twisted itself up, tears swelling up in his eyes as he stared up at Obi-Wan, seeing his pain.

Anakin was with him within the second, carefully prying Luke away from his arms, only causing him to scream louder.

“Love? Obi-Wan!” Anakin shouted trying to be heard over Obi-Wan’s wails, fear interlacing his own eyes. Each was feeding off the panic of the other, a never ending loop that could last generations. “What’s wrong!”

“I-It Hurts!” Obi-Wan sobbed. “Anakin! It hurts so much!”

“What!” Anakin yelled. “What hurts!”

Obi-Wan only shook his head, hands trembling, chest heaving and shoulders shaking. He wanted to claw and scratch at the durasteel underneath, to rip the clothes on his back into shreds, leaving them nothing but scraps. To rip out his own eyes and skin.

He wished his body wasn’t his, he wished his life wasn’t his.

Hysteria. Obi-Wan was hysteria incarnated. Madness and suffering, was all Obi-Wan could feel, it was all he’s known for far too long. It was

crushing

him.

He was meant to serve and protect. He was meant to be kind and loving. He was meant to create peace.

This wasn't what he was promised. This isn't what he was made for.

The death crushed him.

This

love isolated him. This feeling abused him.

He just wanted Anakin back.

He wanted his Master. He wanted the council, the order, Cody, Rex, his friends. He would never exist if it meant to feel this emptiness. He wanted things as they were before.

“Love?” Anakin was crying, panicking fear clouded his yellow eyes, they conveyed their own pain.

“Please,

tell me, tell me what hurts,

my love.”

Above all, Anakin hated, despised, his own helplessness, his inability to fix things was the one thing he hated. He could fix droids and ships and speeders, he could fix bones and wounds, but he couldn’t fix the one thing he loved. And it burned a hole inside of him, swallowing him whole.

Then he began to see the sickly red blood that trickled down Obi-Wan’s leg. Seeing how it spread coolly against the durasteel floor.

Anakin stilled. One of his fingers reaching out, tentatively wiping the blood from Obi-Wan’s skin, saw how it stained his glove with more blood. And yet, Obi-Wan’s blood was different. It was his

love’s

blood. The other’s didn’t matter, but Obi-Wan did.

“You’re bleeding?” Anakin asked. “Why are you bleeding?” The tears were slowing, his eyes losing that shininess.

Obi-Wan didn’t dare to speak, knew his voice would fail him and his words were proven useless in the past.

Following the trail of blood up Obi-Wan’s leg, Anakin found its origins. It oozed from between Obi-Wan’s thighs.

Perhaps the utter humiliation, the embarrassment would have wiped away the pain Obi-Wan felt, but it just made him want to crawl into himself. To be childish and hide away behind the palms of his hands, to say that if he could not see the world, the world could not see him.

Anakin’s heart went cold, unnaturally so. Something stronger and more putrid than guilt tortured his soul.

He suddenly recoiled away from Obi-Wan, scrambling away like Obi-Wan was the monster under the bed. His heart panting and heaving, his body shivered and trembled at the realization. He felt as if he would cry for centuries to come.

Anakin’s breaths were labored and harsh. Luke’s cries were getting louder and louder.

“I-I, Obi-Wan, I’m sorry. God, I’m s-so fucking sorry, Obi-Wan, please, kriff, forgive me. P-please, I’m sorry.” Anakin’s face was morphed into such distress, such a harrowing sadness it was hard not to pity him.

A rapist asking for forgiveness?

Seeing him like this, in so much pain, Obi-Wan wouldn’t stand for it. An old and not-forgotten instinct kicked in. Responding swiftly and quickly, Obi-Wan ignored his own pain, fighting through his own agonies as he tried to crawl closer towards Anakin.

To comfort the one who did this to him.

Wanting and wishing to wipe away his pain. To brush it away and keep it at bay. To hug away Anakin’s loneliness on those nights where he had cried out for his mother, still on Tatooine, or the days where he felt as if he wasn’t enough, the days where Anakin was too slow on his studies or too slow in his combat. Obi-Wan was there,

he was always there.

Anakin fell into his arms just as easily as he used to. Begging for Obi-Wan’s forgiveness.

What a twisted mockery it all was.

But Obi-Wan comforted his rapist and his abuser and his kidnapper and his jailer. He comforted the person he loved.

0-4 did eventually come and find them. Far more trusted and personal Stormtroopers surrounding them as they secured the area, as unnecessary as it was.

By then, all three of them had calmed down. Anakin had calmed his racing heart and beating mind with Obi-Wan’s sweet and soft assurances on his ear, sweet nothings Obi-Wan had whispered to both Luke and Anakin.

And after Anakin had forgotten his guilt, his sadness, his shame, he had remembered his anger. His vengeance had returned like an old brother, cloaking him in his shadow.

Anakin had paced the dark garden, red lightsaber lighting his way as he searched for survivors to take his anger out on. And he had found a few, Obi-Wan had heard the blood curdling screams from the hangar, their pain had vibrated through the glass as Anakin massacred them.

He was far crueler with the survivors. He tortured those who had lived.

Obi-Wan merely held Luke closer to his chest, eyes knitted close together as he begged for Luke’s forgiveness. Knowing it wouldn't be long before Luke would come to realize what monsters he lived with, Obi-Wan awaited the day Luke would toss him away for a better, kinder, day. The clock struck down the seconds until Luke would leave him.

“Get him to medical.” Anakin ordered, he swallowed through his words, blood lined his cheeks as it dripped down his jaw. “And you.” Obi-Wan could see how Anakin became the general, the Sith Lord, a commander of armies, in front of his eyes. “Ready a ship to Mustafar, get me in contact with every grand admiral in twenty minutes, or I’ll make sure your body burns with the rest of them.”

The Stormtroopers nodded, following orders with fever. Bustling around them like ants in war.

0-4 was at Obi-Wan’s side as Anakin ordered soldiers and droids around, preparing for war, preparing for the Emperor’s death.

“Obi-Wan?” 0-4 hesitantly asked, leading Obi-Wan towards their shuttle. “What happened?”

Obi-Wan could barely speak, he felt so numb, so deadened, finding it hard to care much about anything. “My stitches, they ripped,” he calmly said.

He could feel as 0-4 stalled where it stood, as if its bones had gone cold. “Did he…?”

Obi-Wan almost laughed. “No.” He said. “I was just running.”

It did not make things better, they both knew that.

0-4 nodded. “What happened to those pain relievers I had packed for you?”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan blinked rapidly, his vision had lost focus. “Right, I-I must have dropped the bag.”

He didn’t even remember. After the lights had gone out, it was blurry, out of focus and unimportant.

0-4’s mechanics clicked from the inside. “I’ll see if there’s any on the ship, some bacta would help, as well.”

“Thank you.”

Slumping on the ship, his body felt weary, muscles so weak he feared Luke may slip from his arms.

Obi-Wan hadn’t even realized his eyes had drawn close, his mind drifting away from this world before 0-4 was shaking him awake, a panic behind its actions.

“Obi-Wan! Please, I do not think it is a good idea for you to fall asleep right now.”

Obi-Wan jerkily nodded, Luke was squirming in his arms. Whining in the back of his throat. 0-4 gently took him from his arms, Obi-Wan did not have the energy to protest, he trusted 0-4. 0-4 would take good care of Luke. 0-4 was a friend. 0-4 was safe.

“Here, Obi, take the relievers.” 0-4 handed him two pills and a container of liquid.

He forced it down his dry and scratchy throat.

He just wanted to sleep.

He just wanted to rest, to lay his head down and let his mind go empty and quiet.

“Set a course for the nearest outer-planetary hanger, Lord Vader has ordered us to be ready and boarded on that ship before the sun falls.”

Obi-Wan distantly noted that Anakin was not on the ship with them, it was just them and Stormtroopers. He hadn’t even noticed when they had lifted away from the hanger, they were already on Coruscant’s airways. Speeders cruising next to them as they rushed past the steel skyscrapers and buildings.

0-4 perked up. “He needs Medical.” 0-4 said. “He needs a healer, we need to set course to the nearest hospital.”

The stormtrooper turned its gaze onto them, it glared through its visor. “No. We

will

go through with what Lord Vader has ordered, we’re getting on that ship.” And then, perhaps as an afterthought. “We’ll send for a healer once we get to the hanger.”

0-4 puffed air through its cooling vents. “It would take too long! Master Obi-Wan direly needs medical attention. Master Vader will not be pleased if he bleeds to death before we even reach the ship.”

The stormtrooper was silent for a short moment as it thought, then it solidified. “I have been given my orders. The bacta should be enough for now.”

0-4 was astounded, preparing its modules to give the Stormtrooper a piece of his coding. It’s been programmed by Vader himself to make sure Obi-Wan was safe and happy, it would not merely stand back as Obi-Wan was clearly and evidently in pain and bleeding.

“0-4,” Obi-Wan softly said, voice hoarse as he desperately tried to keep himself from falling asleep.

It was enough to drain 0-4 of its energy source, it backed down and the Stormtrooper returned to its command at the front of the ship.

0-4 sat next to Obi-Wan, firstly making sure Luke was secured before it picked up the bacta. Still clearly dissatisfied, applied the bacta to the scraps and bruises littering Obi-Wan’s skin as it muttered, “Stormtroopers…they’ve lost all their manners.”

It brought a small smile on Obi-Wan’s lips. 
  
Anakin was not there when they reached the hanger. Obi-Wan was dozing in and out of his consciousness. As the Stormtrooper had said, the bacta had been enough to carry him through, barely, but the buzzing pain still clouded his eyes and thoughts.

Luke had begun to cry again, insistent and constent, Obi-Wan saw how it was beginning to frustrate the Stormtroopers. Perhaps it would have begun to frustrate Obi-Wan, too, but he couldn’t tell. Far too tired and far too weak to have energy on something like frustration.

All of his energy was being consumed by the utter force it took to stay awake, to blink and to breathe. He was in no state to care for a child, but then again, he was in no state to be walking. His body has been on the verge of collapse for too long.

String pulled too taunt, its edges fraying, begging to be allowed to snap and dissolve.

“When was the last time Luke has eaten?” 0-4 quietly asked, whispering as best it could. Obi-Wan couldn’t answer as quickly as he used to, he couldn’t remember, he couldn’t think. “This morning?”

Obi-Wan made himself think, screwed his eyes shut before he nodded.

Luke was hungry then.

“I’ll make sure he’s fed as soon as possible,” 0-4 said.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan husked out. His blinks were becoming more and more drawn out, far more languid than normal.

“Get up, droid, we need to get going.” The Stormtrooper sterned, its heavy hands pushing 0-4 out of the ship, jostling both Luke and 0-4.

Obi-Wan tried to stand, to protest against 0-4’s treatment, but his muscles gave out under him. His heart crying out inside of him.

But the stormtrooper knew it could not tussle Obi-Wan around like it could with 0-4. Instead he gripped Obi-Wan’s forearm in a bruising grasp, pulling him onto his feet. Obi-Wan stumbled, down the ramp, 0-4 was intently watching, its eyes recording and listening, storing it all away on its hard drive.

Obi-Wan bit down on his tongue to keep himself from screaming, from whimpering and crying, he did not wish to annoy the Stormtrooper more than he already was, especially since

Anakin

wasn’t here.

Not more than four steps and Obi-Wan felt the warm blood start to drip down his leg, open cuts beginning to sting. It was a cruel torture in of itself.

The odd sensation, knowing that his most vulnerable and secret parts of him were bleeding made Obi-Wan stumble.

How could he have let anyone do this to him? How could he have let his former padawan rape him and abuse him, to let him tear him open from the inside out.

Obi-Wan lost his footing, and right next to the ramp, Obi-Wan fell to his knees. Whimpering so loud he wondered if the entire hangar heard it. His scent and pheromones exploded from him, and every Stormtrooper in the vicinity suddenly went stock-still.

Looking up at 0-4, Obi-Wan knew fear was abundant in his eyes. But 0-4 was a droid, it couldn’t smell what everyone else was smelling.

Obi-Wan then started to wonder if the Stormtrooper’s selfish lust would be stronger than their selfish fear. If they would lose themselves to their most primal instincts and just take what they wanted. It wasn’t like Obi-Wan would be much of a hassle.

He was weak and pitiful and an omega. Obi-Wan would be so very easy to hold down. A lamb to the pack of wolves.

And then like resounding beats of a drum, Stormtroopers began to stand to attention. And down came the Supreme Commander, a Sith Lord, walking towards them with a vengeance, a purpose that had yet to be fulfilled. His heavy breathing was easily heard—the sound of death—in the needle thin silence of the hanger.

With one last glance towards his pup, safe in 0-4’s mechanical arms, Obi-Wan returns his weary gaze onto Anakin.

The Stormtrooper next to him stood tall and rigid.

“Lord Vader–”

His choking echoed around them, his hands flying to his throat in a desperate attempt to bring air into his lungs. The air was tense enough that it choked everyone else without the Force.

Then, the Stormtrooper was sent flying to the wall opposite of them, its back cracking the durasteel, hard enough to crack ribs, hard enough to kill.

Obi-Wan barely heard the thump as its body fell to the ground.

Anakin looked down at him, Obi-Wan looked up. Finding that he hated Vader’s helmet more than he hated Anakin’s yellow eyes.

And then he allowed the rest of his barely there energy to seep out of him. Promptly falling unconscious at Anakin’s feet. His only consolidation was that Anakin was finally there. 
  
Blinking at the bright lights in the room, they burned the back of his eyes, not even his eyelids seemed like enough protection.

Obi-Wan rolled to his side, pulling at the wires that connected him to the medical machines, assuring the room that his heart still beated and that his lungs still breathed and that his mind was still awake. What a surreal notion it was, to watch your life on a screen.

“Master Obi-Wan,” 0-4 said from the side. “You’re awake.”

His mouth was far too dry and his throat scratchy and thin. Obi-Wan fumbled with his uncooperative limbs to push himself up.

“W-What happened?” His words croaked and his accent cracked.

0-4 came to his side, aiding him into a comfortable position upon the bed. “Not much. Lord Vader made sure you were adequately taken care of with exceptional healers. Thankfully you were more exhausted than anything.”

“And Luke?” Obi-Wan hoarsely asked.

0-4 sat down next to him, carefully taking off the wires off from his hand. “Little Luke is sleeping rather fondly as of now.”

“Did he eat?”

“Like a prince.”

Obi-Wan quietly laughed, a soft smile falling on his lips, his head falling back on the pillows. A comforting silence befell them.

Then Obi-Wan began to think, to process the world around him. The hum of an idle ship, the quietness that was not natural in Coruscant. Of the seeping cold of space.

“Where are we?”

0-4 finished taking all of the wires off from Obi-Wan’s body before it answered. “Dead space near the middle rim.”

Obi-Wan hesitated. “I thought we were heading to Mustafar.”

“We are—We will, but Lord Vader has to take care of something before–”

The doors hissed open, and like a shadow of the pits of hell, there stood Lord Vader. His presence casted a darkness into the room.

Obi-Wan could smell the blood that still reeked from his armor, how his murderous lightsaber clipped on his belt, how his hands had crushed throats and skulls. His helmet gave appearance of an endless void in his eyes.

“My love,” his distorted voice spoke. “I am relieved you’ve awakened.”

0-4 peeled itself away from Obi-Wan, keeping a respectful distance.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan greeted.

Vader stepped closer, looming over Obi-Wan’s bed. His hand twitched at his side before they reached up to take off his dreadful helmet, revealing his beautiful features. Anakin looked uncomfortable, as if he was laying himself bare.

“Leave us.” he said to 0-4.

0-4 was quick in hurrying out of the door, Obi-Wan knew it would go and check up on Luke. The thought warmed his heart. He had grown unnaturally fond of the droid.

Obi-Wan gazed up at Anakin in question.

Anakin stared back, a gentleness falling over his eyes. His long lashes fluttered. “I must admit, it scared me when you did not wake.” Anakin moved closer. His leather gloved hand caressing Obi-Wan’s cheek. “I would have destroyed the planet in my worry if I had not felt you through the Force.”

Obi-Wan did not know how to respond. He did not know if he was supposed to.

“I...I am sorry I worried you so.”

“I should be the one apologizing, love.” Anakin softly said, pushing a strand of Obi-Wan’s hair behind his ear. “I’ve had some time...to reflect. And I’ve realized that I might have caused you some distress.”

That was putting it lightly, but Anakin had always put it lightly.

“I am sorry that I’ve harmed you, my love, please know it was never what I wanted.” Anakin said. “But with Sidious gone, perhaps then, our future would be...better.”

Obi-Wan blinked, his thoughts becoming a Kamino hurricane. But soon enough he nodded slowly. “I hope for that as well, dear one.”

And then, rather abruptly, the door hissed open once again. An Imperial officer stood at attention, stone faced and cold.

Anakin straightened himself out, his eyes becoming unforgiving and merciless. Embracing Vader once more as he slipped on his helmet. He moved with intent as he stood in front of Obi-Wan, blocking him from the Officer’s gaze.

“Lord Vader.” The officer saluted.

Obi-Wan could see the roiling distaste wafting from Anakin.

The Officer could also tell. He stumbled through his next words, his eyes falling to the ground in respect. “Your ship is ready and the Admirals await for your arrival.”

Anakin gave a brief nod before waving off the Officer.

Obi-Wan made sure the door had clicked close before he spoke. “You’re leaving?”

“I won’t be long.” Anakin said, his hand caressing and massaging Obi-Wan’s exposed calf, it was oddly soothing. “I’ll take a ship, board the Star-destroyer where all my admirals and generals are, there I’ll tell them I am to be emperor.”

“And you’ll come back, right?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Always.” Vader said. “Nothing will keep me away from you, love.”

Obi-Wan nodded. Vader pressed a soft kiss on his temple. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

And just like that, Vader was out the door. 
  
Anakin was taking too long. Obi-Wan knew that much.

After some convincing words, Obi-Wan had persuaded 0-4 to allow him out of medical. Now he paced the luxurious bedroom on the ship. Not as big as the room Anakin and he shared during their time on the Star-Destroyer after Tatooine, but the room was well furnished and clearly meant for royalty.

The room also had a very large window that peered out into the empty space. A clear view of the Star-Destroyer Vader was supposedly aboard and the twinkling stars in the distance.

“He should have been back by now.” Obi-Wan muttered.

“Perhaps, it is best if we try not to worry about it.” 0-4 advised, lulling Luke back into sleep in its arms. Both of them still didn’t fully trust that Obi-Wan’s strength had fully returned and would rather not risk Obi-Wan dropping Luke from his arms, otherwise he would be the one holding

his

pup.

Obi-Wan bit at his nails, still boring holes into the Star-Destroyer floating in space.

Something was wrong. Something will be wrong.

He could feel it in his bones. Even with the collar on his neck the feeling, the sensation, the dread, was so strong he could feel it reverberating inside of him.

His anxiety got the better of him. His teeth broke skin and blood burtsted around his nail. Obi-Wan hissed in pain and 0-4 was quickly at his side.

0-4 took his hand carefully, inspecting the insignificant wound.

“You need to take better care of yourself, Obi-Wan.” 0-4 chastised.

Obi-Wan huffed.

0-4’s eyes flickering up to him, its lights flickering as its mechanics whirred and beeped. “I mean it, Obi-Wan.” It put pressure on the wound to slow the bleeding. “There may be a time where I won’t be there for you and Luke.”

Obi-Wan’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

0-4 puffed the excessive air from its vents. “I just...I care for you and Luke, and I worry for the day when I am not there. If you do not care for yourself, Obi-Wan, then you would not be able to care for Luke.”

“I can take of us both just fine.” Obi-Wan defended.

“There were times in that apartment where you would not eat a full meal in days. Times where you would space out, times where you would focus solely on Luke and not your own health.”

Obi-Wan took a stuttering breath, his eyes becoming watery. Those were things he hadn’t even noticed. So consumed by Anakin and by Luke, by the collar on his neck, by the weight on his shoulders,

he doesn’t have time for himself, not when there are far more important matters.

“I...am sorry.” Obi-Wan whispered as 0-4 wrapped a small bandage around his nail.

“I do not blame you for it, Obi-Wan.” 0-4 gently said. “I understand, things have not been easy for you but you need to take care of two people now, not just one.”

0-4 placed its metal hand on top of Obi-Wan’s shoulder, the cold metal was a relief on his skin.

“Do not leave Luke all alone with Lord Vader.” 0-4 said. Although 0-4 was programmed to not speak treachery of the Empire, it was programmed to take care of Obi-Wan forthmost.

Before Obi-Wan could return his anxious gaze back at the Star-Destroyer through the window, the ship suddenly rocked. The floor underneath rumbled and the hum of the ship stuttered. An explosion tilting their world sideways.

0-4’s stiff limbs floundered, immediately reaching for Luke.

Obi-Wan stumbled, holding onto the walls for support. His eyes were wide and his thoughts were frazzled. They were allowed only a brief second of respite.

Then the alarms sounded. It was blaring and obnoxiously loud, casting a red glow on the entirety of the ship.

“What happened!” Obi-Wan had to yell to be heard. Luke’s crying being drowned in the blaring noise of the alarm.

0-4 said nothing but it took Obi-Wan’s arm, leading them towards the door. The scanner blinked before the door slid open. The halls were an utter mess. Stormtroopers were running up and down, the red glow dimming and then growing.

He could hear nothing but the alarm, the stampede of boots and the muffled yelling of orders. Hectic and mayhem it all was.

0-4 was too late to push them back into the room, too late in realizing that it was more dangerous in the halls than in the room.

A Stormtrooper captain noticed them, he and his squadron quickly dawning upon them. Taking Obi-Wan by the arm and ripping him away from 0-4.

Both 0-4’s and Obi-Wan’s protests were not heard. Obi-Wan was still far too weak to pull himself away from the Stormtrooper, only able to tug and squirm. Twisting his neck back towards 0-4 and Luke as he was slowly dragged away.

Losing sight of them in the rush of the halls.

“Luke!” Obi-Wan screamed, trying to pry the Stormtrooper’s fingers off from him. “0-4!”

He was in hysteria when they turned down another corridor. Tears fell from his eyes as his struggle never relented.

“Let go of me!” Obi-Wan demanded. “Luke!”

The Stormtrooper growled as it turned around, taking Obi-Wan by his shoulders in a rough grip, forcing Obi-Wan to have to look up at him.

“Vader has ordered me to get you on an escape pod. And that’s what I’m going to do.” The Stormtrooper said.

“I’m not leaving my pup.” Obi-wan growled back.

“If I don’t get you on that pod, Vader will kill us all” He sniped. “It’s too late to go back now anyways.” The Stormtrooper began to lead them towards the pods once more but Obi-Wan had had enough.

With one final pull, with all of his force and might, he broke free from the Stormtrooper’s grip. Not wasting a second before he was darting down the halls they had come from. Weaving in and out of the rushing Stormtroopers, intent on going back the way he had come.

But with the alarm and the wave of white armor and the beating of boots on durasteel, Obi-Wan soon found himself lost. Perhaps he had taken a wrong turn or perhaps he had ran the wrong way. But soon enough the more he ran the less and less he saw of the Stormtroopers.

The halls was slowly dwindling in people, all until it was just him in the empty hallway. Surrounded by doors and metal walls. The red alarm still rang but that was all that was heard.

He panted as he looked around. Realizing that he was the only one around. His chest heaved and his heart racketted. His hands trembled and he blinked back the tears lining his eyes.

Suppressing the urge to call out for Luke’s name, or for 0-4, Obi-Wan continued on. His pace not quite as fast but not quite a leisurely walk either. He checked down the halls, peeking into doors, but they were all barren.

Panic was beginning to settle in.

Obi-Wan didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know where anyone was. And that severely worried him. Something wasn’t right.

And that same gut feeling, that dread that had infested his mind and thoughts, came back tenfold. Eating him from the inside out.

“There you are.”

Obi-Wan went stock still, his trembling was replaced by a cold blooded fear. His lungs were filled with prickling needles of ice that made it a difficulty to even breathe. His hackles raised and his mouth went dry.

He turned slowly, hoping that he had misheard, hoping that he was wrong.

But he wasn’t.

“You.” Obi-Wan said.

And Sidious gave a smile as a greeting. Black robes covered him head to toe, Obi-wan was barely able to see much of his face, only his yellow eyes and vile smile truly shone through.

“I was beginning to worry about you.” Sidious said. Obi-Wan took a shuddering breath in. “especially after that message you sent me.”

Obi-Wan swallowed. “That was you? At the garden?”

Sidious nodded as he took a step closer. Obi-Wan didn’t know if he should take a step back.

“Of course, I tried to save you from Vader as soon as I could.” Sidious cupped his cheek. “And I’m sorry I took so long.”

Obi-Wan blinked, confused, too slow to process what was happening.

A squadron of black armor cladded Stormtroopers rushed in.

“Sir! His ship has departed from the Star-Destroyer. He’ll be here within minutes.”

Sidious nodded as he took a hold of Obi-Wan’s hand. “We must get going, Obi-Wan, I’m afraid our time is running out.”

“What? No!” Obi-wan tried to pull free but he felt the tell-tale signs of the Force being used. And not enough might or effort or luck would he be able to break free. “What about Luke? I’m not leaving him!”

“There is no time.” Sidious said. “I can assure you once Vader is gone, I will give you a new child. A stronger and better one, at that.”

Obi-Wan’s heart plummeted and his eyes burned. “No! No. No, no, please, no.”

Why did they all have to be the same!

But both the dark armored Stormtroopers and Sidious ignored him. Hauling him towards their own ship. Even as Obi-Wan cried out for his pup, no one came. He stood no chance as Sidious took him.

Horror replacing his panic as he was locked inside a room on board Sidious' ship. His tears finally falling as they entered hyperspace, as they flew away from Luke, away from Anakin. 
  
He landed on his hands and knees. They handled him by the collar on his neck, treating him like a lavious animal of a pet.

Sidious didn’t care, he only watched, bemused, from afar. Observing and smiling to himself as Obi-Wan was tossed around by the Shadow troopers.

No longer bothering with his facade of caring and concerned.

Obi-Wan said nothing about his treatment, knowing he would only be ridiculed and humiliated if he did, and it was not like his words held any weight anyway.

He stayed on his knees where they put him, and only watched through his lashes as they moved around him on the ship. He knew nothing of what was to come, nor could he anticipate any of their moves.

Anakin would surely be feral and unpredictable in his actions. And as for Sidious, as far as Obi-Wan knew, Sidious could have already figured out Obi-Wan’s treachery and scheming. Obi-Wan did not yet know if Sidious was steps ahead or steps behind.

His weariness was beginning to catch up to him, most of his wounds were healed but his body was still recovering. Tired and exhausted, his eyelids felt too heavy for his eyes. They burned with every blink.

“I must say, Kenobi,” Sidious stood in front of him, his boots inches away from his weak knees. And Obi-wan hated that when he looked up, his face was in a direct line from Sidious’ crotch. “You look far too appealing on your knees.”

Obi-Wan swallowed, building enough strength to even move his tongue. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

His voice croaked, but neither of them winced.

“For someone of your stature, it’s one of the highest.” Sidious said.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but laugh, it scratched at the back of his throat but he couldn’t help himself. “So you finally figured it out?”

“It was foolish to try and play both sides.” Sidious sneered.

Obi-Wan shrugged. “It almost worked, and you and Vader would have killed each other for me.”

Sidious stared down at him, a simmer of a glare in his eyes. “I am not driven by lust, like my apprentice is, and you,” Sidious grabbed him by his chin, “are smarter than a whore should be.”

Obi-Wan gulped at the threatening tone in his eyes.

“But you still have use, Kenobi, and I am no fool unable not to see that.” Sidious said, releasing Obi-Wan from his grip. “If only you had joined me,” he caressed Obi-Wan's cheek, “I would have treated you well.”

Obi-Wan snapped at Sidious’ hand, “Vader said the same thing and look where that got me.”

Sidious retracted his hand, staring blankly down at the omega. “Then, perhaps, it is what you deserve.”

And Obi-Wan’s breath disappeared from his lungs. Sidious soon left, his looming shadow vanished, and Obi-Wan was alone. 
  
Kept like a dog chained to a leash, Obi-Wan was not allowed to move from the corner they placed him. It wasn't like he wanted to move anyways.

But to be stripped of his autonomy was enough to make him feel inferior.

Like always, Obi-Wan has no clue as to where he would end up at. Told nothing, he would say nothing. All he knew was what he could feel.

And he could feel the mind humming vibrations of hyperspace under his fingers, that distant cold in his bones of space and the ever present darkness in the back of his mind.

He didn't know whose darkness it was, either Sidious, who was not more than a mere few paces away, or Anakin. Anakin who was probably light-years away.

But the most surprising of it all, was the feeble call of light that breached him. It wasn't his, that he was sure of. He hasn't felt his own Force signature since the collar wrapped around his neck.

And Obi-Wan began to wonder. He wondered if the weak lightness he felt was Luke.

He dearly hoped it was. Because that light, it felt the same as if he had Luke in his arms. Or when they drifted off to slumber together. That light felt like Luke's laugh and it felt like the blue of his eyes.

It made Obi-Wan only miss his pup even more. And there was a pride under his skin as well.

His pup, so strong in the Force already.

Obi-Wan supposed he took after his father. And he wondered if Luke would also take after his mother. If he would have her determination or her ability to see the good in everything.

It was at times like these where his mind would also wander to Leia.

Leia.

Oh, how he wished he could someday meet her. But he knew that if their paths ever crossed, it would only end in pain.

For Leia's safety, he prayed for them to never meet.

Perhaps if the Empire fell, perhaps then, Luke would know his sister. He imagined a universe where they would run around on Naboo’s fields together, playing a childish game of tag. Would Obi-Wan be there? Or would Anakin have retired as a Jedi and settled down with Padme?

In that Universe, Obi-Wan doubted he would have ever known Luke and Leia more than name. Obi-Wan would have never willingly given up being a Jedi, he had spent too much of himself to gain it.

He sighed, looking down at the durasteel floor of the ship. Fantasies of another life count for nothing.

They mean nothing.

These visions of another world do nothing but cause heartache. But it was so easy to imagine a world where they were all happy. To fall into these falsities was as easy as falling into a never ending pit of misery.

His misery. He own self loathing. It caused a hunger in him. It made him yearn for death and yet he still feared it. Feared death like he feared Anakin. He also loved it like he loved Anakin. It made his skin itch from the inside out.

He knew his idealizations were edging dangerous territory, but it was all he could think about at times.

It would taste so good, would smell like sweet baked treats, and the silence would be lustrous.

His death.

A pleasure in the self-destruction. To be utterly ruined would be to be utterly loved. For it’s all he’s ever known.

And Obi-Wan so desperately wished and wanted to be loved like he had loved.

But Anakin has only given him pain and self hatred. Master Qui-Gon gave him inferiority and insecurity. And the Order had been brutal in their kindness.

They jumped out of Hyperspace. Obi-Wan could easily tell, small but significant. No matter how advanced a ship could be designed, that small jerk in the engines was unavoidable when one hopped out or into Hyperspace.

Shyly looking up, through his clumped up lashes, Obi-Wan saw how the shadow troopers moved about. How Sidious watched them with a firm line of a mouth, his eyes cunning and keening.

The delicate rope chain on his hand tinkled as his hand twitched. The ship was slowly becoming silent as they entered the atmosphere of a planet.

Ignored and pliant, Obi-Wan waited rather patiently. If Anakin had taught him anything, it would be that patience could very well be a valuable virtue.

He calmed and counted his breaths. Felt as his lungs expanded in his chest, growing and growing until he was sure they touched his ribs, and then he released his breath. Counting the seconds as they shriveled up again once more. And he repeated this.

All until the ship docked on a planet and the ramp lowered.

Obi-Wan saw the outside, his heart stuttered when he caught sight of the dreary and gloomy sky. The everlasting shadow that lived on the planet, the dark stone and cutting edges of Sidious’ castle.

His jaw clenched as he was forced to his feet. Made to walk down the ramp and down the empty and desolate street of the vacant planet. Some of the shadow troopers dispersed into the deprecating buildings as the rest stayed to guard him and follow Sidious up to the palace of the Empire.

“This is rather obvious, don’t you think?” Obi-Wan said.

Sidious was the only one to react to his comment, turning his head only slightly, Obi-Wan saw the corner of Sidious’ yellow eyes.

“I am not trying to hide you, in fact, I am expecting Vader’s arrival rather soon.” Sidious snarked back.

Obi-Wan furrowed his brows. He couldn’t begin to wrap his head around Sidious’ plan. Every explanation he had soon sounded illogical and uncharacteristic for someone of Sidious’ manner.

Hounded and berated by the troopers through the corridors of the palace, Obi-Wan felt an odd sense of longing. Phantoms of Vader’s ghost appeared around him. The apparition of both danger and safety lingered on the sides of Obi-Wan’s mind. He

longed

for Vader in the most instinctual ways he could.

They traveled up winding levels of stairs, and with trained eyes, Obi-Wan truly saw how severely guarded the palace was.

Hidden guards and squadrons roamed the halls, security droids disguised as servant droids, added security on every door, and an obscene amount of cameras.

Even if Sidious never dared to admit it, he was paranoid. Insanely so. At some point, they

all

feared Vader, whether it be his power of his wrath, they all feared death, and Vader was death incarnate.

The Force’s living son who had inherited its power for darkness. Power that fueled his lust and greed and fear.

They pushed him inside a room in one of the higher towers. Obi-Wan gazed out the window, from this far high he could see the curvature of the planet, perhaps he would even be able to touch the gray clouds.

The door hissed shut. He turned and he was unexpectedly greeted with Sidious in the room alongside him.

Obi-Wan took note of the luxurious bed, the lavish room meant for two. He eyed Sidious wearily, not wanting to take a step back, but his legs trembled.

“He’ll have your head.” Obi-Wan calmly said.

Sidious rolled his eyes as he walked around the room. Kin to a predator, he hid his stalking as he served them two cups of tea.

“You speak of him like he is

your

pet.” Sidious shifted his eyes back onto Obi-Wan. “Do not forget he was mine first.”

Obi-Wan forced himself to choke out a laugh to hide his nervousness. “And look where that got you, creating a monster you couldn’t even control.”

Sidious’ jaw tensed. “And you think you can?”

Obi-Wan did not respond for he had no good response.

Sidious smiled. “You try and gloat that you have more power over me, Obi-Wan, but I would not be the one chained to his bed at the end of this all.”

Obi-Wan flinched, his back hit the window and he tried desperately to not let the tears of memories fall. Sidious’ smile grew. He took a step forward, cups still in hand.

“Perhaps I should force you to warm my bed,” Sidious thought aloud. “Just to see if Vader’s obsession with you is justified.”

Sidious was impossibly near now. His warm and sickly breath fanning over Obi-Wan’s nose and cheeks. He held back a gag. His throat bobbed as he swallowed the bile in his throat.

“With that collar on your neck, Obi-Wan,” Sidious said, “your mind is easily read. One just needs to understand how you think.”

“Even now, after all these years, you’re still so desperate to prove yourself.” Sidious grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to expose his vulnerable neck.

His inner omega was keening and whimpering at the submission. One bite and it was over. One touch and his body would fall limp and unresisting.

“Some part of you believes you deserve this.” Sidious continued. “That you deserve to be abused and raped.”

Sidious leaned in closer, whispering into his ear. “I don’t blame you, Obi-Wan, it is, afterall, what you were made for.”

Obi-Wan shook his head, cursing the soft crying that came from him as he tried to free himself from Sidious’ clutches.

Sidious released him, watching as Obi-Wan crumbled at his feet. Boneless and weak, silent cries coming from the back of his throat.

Even as he tried to convince himself it wasn't true, his mind betrayed him. Showing him memory after memory of Anakin looming over him. The pain of being split open, still fresh and open.

Sidious clicked his tongue. “Pitiful.”

And then the earth shook. The foundations of the very planet trembled. And Vader had finally caught up to them. He’s come to recollect his lost lover. 
  
Sidious pulled back as he settled on his feet. Obi-Wan waited with bated breaths, carefully watching as the palace stumbled back onto its old bones.

With wide eyes, Obi-Wan caught sight of the outside, the air almost seemed to vibrate with power. And off in the distance, Obi-Wan saw how the smoke of a collapsing planet rose towards the sky. It grew bigger and bigger as small aftershocks coursed under their feet.

“He’s going to destroy everything...” Obi-Wan murmured to himself.

Sidious snarled, his yellow teeth snapping as he turned to storm out of the room. But before he left, he met with Obi-Wan’s eyes one last time. “I will be back, omega, and when I do, it will be with Vader’s defeat.”

Obi-Wan didn’t even have a chance to respond before Sidious was gone. The door firmly locked behind him.

The silence that came after was one of the most deafening. The silence was what set his nerves on overdrive, they all screamed at him. Screaming their terror, their worry, their utter and unfathomable fear.

Not even the screams and shouts of war, the explosions of bombs and the fire of blasters would elicit such a silent consuming fear.

This was the end. It was the end of something grand and big. It would be the end of someone. And Obi-Wan didn’t know who it would be.

Would it be Sidious? Or Anakin? Or would it be him...?

He was the weakest of them all. Was this where he died? After all this time, after all that’s happened, was it here, on a desolate and dead planet, where he finally met his end? After all of his dreams of death, of finality, was he truly getting what he had wished for on nights where Anakin laid beside him in bed?

Was the Force finally giving him peace? Or would he continue on with his infinite sadness?

And then he felt it. Like a blip in the cosmos, Obi-Wan felt it. A snap and it was gone. But Obi-Wan was sure and observant and he had felt Luke.

He couldn’t reach out to Luke, but Luke could reach out to him. And he had. A tug in the corner of his mind, and Obi-Wan could follow the pull all the way to Luke.

So reminiscent of those times when Anakin was still a youngling, still fresh with the bond between the two of them. Still so insecure about their position with the other, nervous and untrained, they tiptoed around each other for the first while.

But Luke wasn’t insecure, he was loved and safe in Obi-Wan’s arms.

And it was there again. More insistent and stronger this time. Luke was on the planet, and he was crying out for him.

This time, Obi-Wan did not hesitate, he ran to the door, trying desperately to rip it open and to run towards his pup. But the door would not open. Determined steel unmoving and unbudging.

His heart cried out. He did not wish to abandon his pup as he had been once abandoned.

But the door was unforgiving, as it was its nature and Obi-Wan could not blame it for it. But he so wished he could.

So his eyes drifted away, and they landed upon the crystal and pristine windows that gave view to the planet. His steps inched closer and closer until his palm rested on the cold window.

It would be so easy to shatter glass. And how high was too high of a drop. His warm hand left a ghost on the window. He could jump. And where would that get him? He looked down upon the empty planet.

Would he become a ghost of the Force one day? Or would the collar stop him? Chain him to this desolate world, tied to Anakin’s will, even in death?

Before he could make up his mind, the clatter from his right echoed through the room.

Obi-Wan furrowed his brows as he caught sight of a door that would most likely lead to another room. And then another sound reverberated, emitting from the same place as it did prior.

Like a curious LothCat, he followed the strange clatter of noise. Quietly and softly opening the door. It was an alcoving of a bathroom, and a small, round service droid bustled around. It hummed as it cleaned the floor.

The service hatch it had emerged from laid open. The service hatches were usually hidden and locked, used only by cleaning droids so they could come and go without being seen.

And this little mouse droid that cleaned the bathroom floor remained unaware of Obi-Wan’s presence.

Obi-Wan saw it as it was. An opportunity. And he took it.

Still keeping his quietness, he maneuvered around the droid, trying desperately to be careful and unassuming. He did not know what types of sensors the droid had equipped and he did not wish to risk it.

Falling to his aching knees, the hatch was about the size of a crawl space, just enough for him to crawl through on his hands and knees.

He hurried his movements, even though his muscles protested, Obi-Wan did not know if security droids circled around these vents and he did not wish to find out. His clothes would tangle and were rather unaccommodating to his new ventures. Shoulders would bump every so often with the sleek metal walls around him.

He would wince at the noise it would make, but he did not stop. He had no clue as to where he was going and the path soon led to a crossroads. Three other directions, none of which Obi-Wan knew where to.

Instinctually, he found himself trying to connect and reach into the Force. But the Force was only static to him now. And the metal chains that graced his hand were beginning to pinch his skin the longer he crawled, his knees were becoming sore and his neck was slowly beginning to cramp.

He looked down all three paths, whatever path he chose, it would be his decision and no one else’s. He would have no one else to blame, not even the Force.

And so, with a sigh, Obi-Wan continued straight ahead.

He crawled and he crawled, and eventually more tremors came about. Whatever was happening it came like waves of an angry storm. Unforgiving and vengeful.

And the more distance he covered the stronger his bond with Anakin grew. Almost like he could barely feel him, feel the cold and shivering tendrils of his darkness graze his mind and soul.

And against all of his feelings, he followed those tendrils of darkness. Followed them as if they would lead him home where he belonged.

Soon enough, the vents came to an abrupt end, one corner and he was greeted into a service room. Dimly lit and rather well cleaned.

His knees creaked as he stood back up, the muscles of his back and spine stretched as he stumbled back onto his feet.

Palm against the scanner, the door hissed open relatively easily. He did not know where he was, but as long as he wasn’t locked in a room, he could work with it.

And then a pair of mechanical arms grabbed him by the shoulders. Pushing him back into the service room. A hand covered his mouth before he could scream. Obi-Wan locked eyes with the golden LED lights of a droid. An odd sense of sentience in its eyes.

“0-4 is dead,” it whispered in a rush.

0-4 was dead?

The heavy footfalls of soldiers could suddenly be heard. “The Empire will fall by the resistance.”

The sounds of soldiers became louder and louder until it was deafening and yet the droid continued to speak. “The Resistance will not be defeated. You will find friends and allies in the resistance, follow the path.” The sounds of troopers passed them, they remained undetected.

0-4 was dead?

“You will raise the chosen one, give him power and strength and in return he will free us from the Empire, and lead us to peace.” the droid released him. Too shocked to say anything in return, Obi-Wan could only stare. “Stay safe and may the Force be with you.”

The droid disappeared down one of the corridors. It’ll be years before Obi-Wan sees it again.

0-4 was dead.

The onload of information soon began to process, he stumbled back onto a wall. He knocked down a clatter of objects to the floor by his stumbling. His ears ringed and another tremor rocked the castle once more. The walls cracked and swayed.

He stayed where he stood for brief seconds. Trying desperately to recollect his thoughts. He did not wish to believe 0-4’s death. And he felt the unconscious feeling of tears lining his eyes. He would not cry again, not now, not here. He would save the tears until later, until they were safe.

But 0-4...

0-4 had been there for him, countless times, times where Obi-Wan himself had not realized. He cared about 0-4, and 0-4 has cared for him in return. Programmed or not. 0-4 saw him as more than just his secondary gender. In fact, 0-4 had no concept of it, it could not smell the pheromones.

0-4 didn't see him as a helpless omega. It just saw him as Obi-Wan. And that was something to be treasured.

After all these years of putting emotional distance from droids. They'd be the only ones he'll be truly able to trust now. The only ones who’d hold no judgment against him merely because of his biology.

And that was something Obi-Wan would now ever find in droids from now on.

0-4 was a friend. And he would mourn a friend. Droid or not. Obi-Wan had trusted 0-4 with his most precious gift, Obi-Wan had given him trust and he had not been disappointed. He had found safety and comfort within the conversations he had with 0-4. And after months of the prison of an apartment, 0-4 had been his respite.

He would not cry.

Obi-Wan kept himself busy by continuing on. His ears searched for any incoming noises and his eyes attuned to every minute detail. His steps were careful as he passed dozens upon dozens of closed off doors. Obi-Wan knew better than to be curious.

Traveling farther and farther, descending several floors of stairs, he eventually found a hall that faintly felt familiar.

The castle shook with his every breath, the destruction was becoming more and more apparent. And yet every hallway remained isolated and empty. No droids nor any creatures roamed about, except him.

Obi-Wan continued to follow those tendrils of Anakin’s making, all until they led him to some grand doors.

He could feel him on just the other side. Anakin. So proud and heavy in the air, it was difficult not to sense him. Anakin devoured all that surrounded him.

And when the last tremor occurred, Obi-Wan pushed open the doors of dark, metal wood.

The throne room was just as he had remembered it. Demanding and imposing, just as it had been designed.

But instead, it was Sidious who was on his knees under Anakin. The red lightsaber in his hand as he held it to Sidious’ throat, murmuring words that Obi-Wan could not decipher.

Obi-Wan could only see the back of Anakin’s cloak and armor, but he could see the fear of death, the fear of failure in Sidious’ eyes. Saw how he realized this was his demise, this was the end of it all for him.

Such ruination in a life, Obi-Wan could not help to pity the old deranged man. All he had built coming to a distasteful end. He’d spent years, decades, for his Empire to come to fruition, all for it to be taken by Vader’s hand.

Obi-Wan could see it in Sidious' eyes, that he wished he had killed Anakin when he had the chance.

Regret, it would be the last thing any of them would ever feel. Their last thought when they would all die.

And Vader raised his blood red blade, no final words were said as Sidious’ head rolled onto the ground. His yellow eyes still staring and they soon landed upon Obi-Wan and his soul. Obi-Wan was the last thing Sidious ever saw.

“Vader…”

Vader turned slowly towards him. Half of his helmet was crushed, blood oozed from his nose and cheek and lips. He walked with a limp as his armor was scorched and battered.

He had emerged from the battle victorious.

“Obi-Wan?” Vader asked, his own blood clouded his vision. It made him blind. “Is that you?”

There was such a gentleness, a croak of weakness, in Vader’s voice. It made Obi-Wan’s heart shatter as he nodded.

Unconsciously, Obi-Wan met him halfway, all until they were mere steps away. Vader’s lightsaber was still lit and burning and Obi-Wan dared not to get closer because of it.

They only looked at each other for moments of time. Each assessing the other.

But soon, Vader tossed his lightsaber to the ground, and with the Force he pulled Obi-Wan closer to him. And he hugged him.

He hugged Obi-Wan as if his soul depended on it.

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Maybe it all depended on him. Anakin’s very soul, his life, all of it rested on Obi-Wan’s responsibility. It always had. From the moment Qui-Gon had taken his last breath, his last hope and thought was laid upon Obi-Wan like a bridal veil.

And Obi-Wan had accepted his duty as a faithful and coveted devotee. Wrapping himself around Anakin like a second skin. For Anakin, he was anything the boy needed him to be, a Master, a listener, a friend, even now, he had become his lover. As for Obi-Wan, Anakin was everything.

Even when Anakin was Vader, even when he hurt and abused and raped, Obi-Wan knew, deep in the pits of his wretched soul, that he would leave if it was for himself. Both too cowardly and too selfless. As long as he remained wanted, needed, then he would shackle the chains himself.

As Vader, his sweet and precious Anakin, laid feeble and weak, and utterly broken, in his arms, Obi-Wan felt the urge to weep as well. Anakin would always take precedence over anything else, just as Qui-Gon had asked of him.

He felt the small racking trembles that coursed through Vader’s body, his armor was heavy and blood soaked. His black and heavy cape draping over them like an opaque curtain. Vader’s gloved fingers digging harshly into his skin.

But none of that mattered, it never did, Obi-Wan’s pain will always be easily ignorable. There was a weariness of olden in Vader’s muscles. And as Obi-Wan gazed at Sidious' decapitated head behind the bulk of Vader’s body, he knew a weight of malevolent pressure had been washed away from Vader’s shoulders.

All those lies and deceptions, cleverly maneuvered words and promises, well placed fears, have evaporated by a single death. Some parts of Obi-Wan were relieved and others worried. But now was not the time, his revered padawan was in his arms, begging for his comfort, and Obi-Wan would always promise it to him.

This was how Obi-Wan loved, as long as someone took, he would give.

And then he felt tiny, warm tears tracking down Vader’s cheeks, leaving streaks of blood and sweat and grime behind them. Vader was bruised and bloody, his eyes bloodshot and his hair a disheveled and sweaty mess.

Obi-Wan tried to pull slightly back but Vader did not let him escape. His hands clawing desperately at his back, tugging and pulling at his clothes, so fearful that Obi-Wan would leave him here. Leave him all alone in the wake of all he’s done.

Obi-Wan calmly shushed him, petting a soft hand through Vader’s hand, pushing a strand of brown hair behind his ear. Smoothing out the creases on his forehead before wiping the festering tears in his eyes.

It was not often Obi-Wan had ever seen Anakin cry, and he most surely had never seen Vader weep in his arms like this. This man in his arms was a turmoil of crushed emotions and paranoia, a battered and scarred animal that snapped its teeth at the world around him.

“A-Anakin?” Obi-Wan carefully asked, his voice lilting so softly as he caressed his abuser’s cheek. Clearing the blood from his lashes so Vader would finally be able to properly see him.

Vader pulled him closer, tucking Obi-Wan’s body into his own as he buried the crook of his nose into the savory scent of Obi-Wan’s glands. Arms wrapping the entirety of Obi-Wan’s waist.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan spoke again, his tone so assuring, taking on a cadence that brought memories of when Anakin was still his energetic and rebellious padawan with his beaded braid. “It’s okay, everything’s okay.”

His words seemed to have managed to ease Vader somewhat, his stern and heavy body going laxer on top of Obi-Wan, his clawed hands slowly loosening their fearful grip.

Obi-Wan felt lips murmuring into his neck, and as Obi-Wan ran his hand up and down the nape of Vader’s neck, he tried to listen. To understand the words he was speaking.

And past all the blood that was rushing through his ears and his ever pounding heart that was trapped in the confines of his chest, he heard it. “ ‘mega, my ‘mega, mine, mine, mine…”

It was a mantra, a prayer of a long forgotten religion that only Vader had ever known, one he had created and devoted his life to.

Obi-Wan did not move from his place, knowing that Vader needed this, whatever this was. And then he began to feel it, the small and soft, and oddly delicate, rumbles that emitted from Vader’s chest. His Alpha purred that reverbated in between his ribs and lungs and heart.

He did not know why this was so important, so intimate, for Vader, but he would never understand, he didn’t need to. All he knew was that it was, and that was enough.

This was important for his Anakin, and thus it was important for Obi-Wan.

He was held safe and warm and shielded from anything in the galaxy in Vader’s arms. Holding him steady, as he kept him from anyone else’s eyes, and that’s what they both unknowingly needed. Unfathomable and unreasonably instincts demanding so.

Obi-Wan did not realize what was happening until his knees clicked on the floor, his muscles aching with a soreness that seemed to live inside of him. Vader never pulled him away, maneuvering them both so gently to the ground. His cape like a blanket, keeping out the cold and making a world all for themselves to enjoy.

“Anakin?” His throat clicked and his tongue was heavy like syrup, eyes half-lidded.

Vader did not verbally answer, still sniffing as his scent glands like a starving man deprived of comfort, a child with their stuffed animal hugged close to their chest. Another rumble of a purr came from him, this time it was more guttural.

Obi-Wan swallowed and tried to squash down his growing unease, his eyes flickering around at the ceiling above him, trying to discern as to what Vader was trying to do. And like an easing and caring lover, Vader pushed him onto his back. Cupping Obi-Wan’s skull so as to not hurt him as he laid his head on the cold and dark floor.

Obi-Wan’s lashes fluttering, a curdled dread beating in his heart, and that sinful urge to cry was brimming in the back of his eyes all over again. Vader loomed over him, still fresh from a battle and a tenderness in his eyes. Behind that reverence and twisted love, Obi-Wan saw what truly laid in Vader’s heart, lust for power and control.

Something broke within Obi-Wan, completely and wholly broke, his resilience and his determination crumbling like a centuries old wall. His heart slowing as acceptance crawled over him. Even with Sidious dead, there was no going back, there was no Anakin.

Anakin was merely a lie that Vader had concocted to keep Obi-Wan docile. The bright and admirable padawan he had raised, the little kid he had given everything he had to, was gone...

Twisting his head to the side, Obi-Wan knew his reciprocation was not needed, Vader would just take it either way. A small, glistening tear fell from his eye, one last tear for his padawan.

Vader leaned down, his lips caressing his cheeks like confessions of sin. His scuffed leather gloves roaming the expanses of Obi-Wan’s skin, mapping out a body he’s already conquered. And when Vader reached his bitten red lips, he was loving.

Sucking and teasing and nipping at Obi-Wan’s face, spreading his scent all over him, an Alpha marking their possessions, their claim and their territory. Obi-Wan was not a person, he was a prize to be kept, an omega wrapped in silky and frilly clothes, meant to be admired and used.

And when he was no longer wanted, or desired, he would be tossed out. Obi-Wan supposed such a life was fitting for him, if he could not make himself be needed then he would make himself be used.

Vader wiped the tear rolling down his cheek, cleaning him off entirely of Anakin, as he pressed another kiss to the corner of his eye. Obi-Wan stared off to the side, half numb and half gone already, a soul deep sadness rooting itself into his graying eyes, they had lost their blue shine ever since Tatooine.

“I love you,” Vader’s voice was husked and deep.

Obi-Wan said nothing in return, did not even turn to gaze at him. His body limp like a doll underneath the prowling Alpha on top of him.

“Obi-Wan?” Vader spoke again. “I said, I love you.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes finally flickered. And then, as soft as a brush of wind, the waves upon the sandy shores, Obi-Wan parted his lips and answered Vader’s demand. “Love you too.”

Vader pressed a smile into his neck, satisfied at his response. And gone was his softness and consideration, replaced with the lustful hunger only an alpha like Vader could possess. His gloved hands digging into his skin, bruising as they marched up his waist and ribs, rough as he groped at Obi-Wan’s chest.

Lapping with a thirsty tongue on Obi-Wan’s neck, fangs dangerously peeking out and pressing into his vulnerable skin.

Obi-Wan’s breath hitched at every graze, every poke of teeth had him on edge, and he knew he shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t be afraid of losing if he’s already admitted defeat, but his traitorous will of soul didn’t seem to understand, instincts of a life as Jedi were hard to erase completely.

Vader began to undress him, becoming languid as he peeled the silks from his shoulders, his waist and chest, lifting Obi-Wan’s limbs easily to aid him in his venture.

Obi-Wan did little to participate and did even less to stop it. It wasn’t minutes later before Obi-Wan was utterly bare, the cold causing shivers and goosebumps. Freckles dotted like the cosmic stars against his pale skin, a warm flush running down his cheeks to his chest.

“Beautiful.” Vader preached but Obi-Wan could not, would not, believe it. He refused to believe the words of a betrayer.

Vader finally pulled back, but it was not to give Obi-Wan respite, instead, Vader fumbled with his armor plates. His hands struggling in his excitement but eventually he managed, perhaps with the help of the Force. Vader’s cock slipped out and that was all he needed.

Obi-Wan looked down between his legs, his cunt exposed as Vader’s heavy and hanging cock laid inches away. Obi-Wan knew, and could precisely remember how this dance went. It would hurt as Vader pried him open.

His hands came to Obi-Wan’s waist, messaging the small mounds of fat on his hips before drifting downwards. Running his palms on the inner parts of his thighs, fingers then exploring the lips of his cunt, slick matting the downey red hairs of his pubic area.

Vader seemed to be in awe, filled with pleasure as he played with Obi-Wan as if he were a toy for his sole amusement.

Obi-Wan gritted his teeth, mentally preparing for the searing pain he knew was soon to come. Vader was hardly ever patient to properly stretch him out. And no matter how wet Obi-Wan’s omega nature got it, it would always hurt somewhat. And it was not a pain Obi-Wan was accustomed to.

He looked at Vader’s eyes, a cloudiness had come over him, one made from a longing appetite of flesh and skin and pleasure.

Obi-Wan met the enemy's eye, steeled gaze never wavering, ignoring the wince of a flashing discomfort as Vader slipped in a finger. Cold leathered finger rubbing at his inside, an invader of his body. His jaw clenched but he did not break.

Vader took his steadiness as a challenge, the small corners of his mouth flicking upwards, so much like Anakin that he was almost fooled.

His legs trembled as Vader kept his finger inside him, teasing him, mocking him, knowing that even if Obi-Wan

dared

to fight, it wouldn’t have mattered. In the end, Vader would force his legs open, would mount him like a bitch in heat.

Toes curling, Obi-Wan struggled to maintain a steady face, but his brows furrowed together as Vader reached deeper inside of him, as far as he could. A lilting laugh leaving his scarred lips as Obi-wan could not bite back his tiny gasp.

Then, Vader added a second. Obi-Wan bit his mouth shut, but the whimper resonated from behind his throat, unwinding like a string as Vader pulled him apart. Adding pace and speed and strength, Vader could not tear his rapturous eyes away from the omega beneath him.

Obi-Wan looked between his legs once again, a horrible sense of shame, humiliation, built inside his chest, choking him, as he saw more slick begin to drip from him. Wetting him as if he were desparte, begging, for the alpha above him.

Red downy hairs hiding more of his embarrassment, but he could not ignore as his cunt drooled around Vader’s two fingers. The gushing sounds of his cunt filling his ears to the brim, and his mind could not stop whirling with the thought that he was about to be fucked next to Sidious’ decapitated corpse.

The reminder of the old man’s no longer seeing eyes as his head rolled away from his body, killed by Vader himself, has uncontrollable bile rising to the back of his throat, burning.

Vader must have noticed that his attention had been taken away, a hand, his metal hand, that Obi-Wan had mourned alongside the young knight, cupped his cheek. Thumb smoothing out the wrinkles near his eyes, directing Obi-Wan’s gaze unto him.

“Love,” Vader said. “Focus on me, see only me.”

Obi-Wan chokingly nodded, legs unconsciously trying to clamp together as Vader continued to finger fuck him. The pleasure cresting as Vader’s sweat made his scent all the stronger, numbing the senses and making his made go haywire.

His fingers slipped on the cold stone underneath him, nails scraping, as Obi-Wan felt himself slowly begin to lose himself. A punishment he could not avoid, knowing, as he’s experienced it before, that after it was all done, the regret of feeling any pleasure, any delight, at all would cause him such heartbreak.

Vader softly kissed his cheek, bending his neck as his armor rubbed against Obi-Wan’s perked and sensitive nipples. Kissing him like a hungry creature to distract Obi-Wan as he pulled both of his fingers out.

Spreading Obi-Wan's cunt out, both admiring and inspecting the pink flesh of his pussy. His hole gaping as his thighs shook and trembled.

Vader hummed to himself in proprietary satisfaction. He then lined his achingly red cock to the cunt. Teasing them both as he slid it up and down between Obi-Wan’s fold. Getting it wet with Obi-Wan’s copious slick before moving it down.

The head taunting as he pressed it further, not much, but enough to have Obi-Wan tensing. Muscles locking together as if he could will his mind, body, and soul, into rock as disappear wholly.

Groping at his chest again, Vader’s hand still dripping with his slick came up to his mouth, prodding at his lips. His eyes burned with disgrace as he opened his lips and sucked his own slick from Vader’s hand.

Vader watched with such intensity, panting as he felt Obi-Wan’s tongue swirl around his fingers. He smiled when he unexpectedly pulled his fingers away, the popping sound resting heavy on their skins. His hand then crawled lower, resting on his throat, and he held it there.

He did hurt Obi-Wan but he did not bring him comfort either. Just enough pressure to explain Obi-Wan's position in it all.

And Obi-Wan gave a small, resigned nod, and Vader plunged himself inside of Obi-Wan’s cunt. Raping and pillaging his body.

His body, his stomach and cunt becoming impossibly full as Vader filled in the empty space that Obi-Wan had. Obi-Wan groaned and grunted in the back of his throat, brows drawn together as his hands clawed for a semblance of stability on Vader’s armor.

Just as he fought and killed, Vader fucked without mercy. He took his pleasure quick and rough and mean. Exerting his frustrations and adrenaline onto Obi-Wan’s body. His cock reaching deeper and deeper as he pulled Obi-Wan’s legs around him.

Tied together solely by flesh.

The hand on his throat kept him pinned to the floor. “Ah,” Obi-Wan gasped out, eyes watering but never shedding. Mouth dry as he felt Vader’s hot breaths fanning over his face. Lashes fluttering like promises over his cheeks. “Nngh, V-Vader…”

Voice so choppy he could barely understand what he was trying to say. Vader’s cock making his pussy squelch and squirt.

Sweat beaded down Vader’s scar. “C’mon, Obi, get my cock nice and wet.” He bent his back, a predator hunching over their captured prey as he whispered into Obi-Wan’s ear. “Wa-Want you to carry my pups. You’ll be the mother of my pups, I swear.”

He tried not to think of Luke or leia, or even Padme, at such times. But their faces flashed through his mind.

“A-Alpha,” he keened out, Vader’s cock kissing his cervix as he pushed, forced, himself deeper. Fueled by the image of his own creation, his own imagination of seeing his omega round and bare feet, waddling around his home.

Relentless as he fucked Obi-Wan. And with all the slick Obi-Wan was producing, Vader accidentally slipped out. Giving Obi-Wan only a few short brief moments of rest before Vader slapped his pussy with his cock.

“You fucking whore, my love.” Vader said. He slapped Obi-Wan’s cunt again, this time with his hand. Obi-Wan cried out in shock, hating how his hole quivered and a spasm of delight ran up his spine. “How fucking dare you to keep me from this.”

“W-What?” Obi-Wan gasped out, but he went pointedly ignored.

“I should have been fucking you like you deserve since I was padawan.” Vader continued. “Do you know how much your dear Anakin thought of slipping into your room when you slept, of holding his poor Master down and just stuffing you of his cock until you were begging for more, until you were nothing but a crying mess.

“Sometimes he imagined you would struggle, that you'd do everything you could to stop it. But he would hold you down anyway, even if you begging him, he wouldn’t have stopped. Other times he wanted you willingly, wanted you to beg desperately just to suck his cock.” Vader said. “I guess,” he grunted, “he got what he wanted in the end.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes were wild, bordering the edge of hysteria. Why must Vader torture him with words? Were his actions not enough torment?

Vader then did the unexpected. He completely pulled out, cock bouncing from how hard he was, the tip ruddy-red and leaking.

Obi-Wan swallowed, caution in his eyes as he nervously waited for what Vader would do next.

Vader stretched out his arms and Obi-Wan’s confusion quickly morphed into horror as Vader’s lightsaber tumbled across the floor and into his awaiting hand.

Obi-Wan watched, slightly pushing himself up by the forearms, eyes switching between Vader’s face to the metal lightsaber in his hands. Is he to die?

The metal came closer to his skin and Obi-Wan careened back, the cold metal searing his skin. Vader ran the hilt across his jaw, mapping the lines of his face until he calmly rested on the base of his throat. Stilling there like a dagger.

“I’m going to fuck you with my lightsaber,” Vader said. “So you will finally understand who you belong to.”

Obi-Wan trembled, his mind shrieking in terror at the prospect. To be soundly and thoroughly debased, undisputedly ruined as a Jedi Master, to have absolutely failed in all the ways it had mattered. And now Vader would shove his face in such failings, giving him no other choice to condemn himself to his own miseries.

“No, please,” Obi-Wan croaked out. “Not like this. Please, anything but this.”

Vader leaned in, staring into Obi-Wan’s eyes with such devotion. Pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw. “It’ll be alright, my love, trust me.”

And Obi-wan was pushed back down onto the stone floor by the center of his chest. Vader using the Force to pry his legs wide open. Taking a similar position as to how he was before.

Obi-Wan could not bare to look this time. He tore his eyes away, wishing he could scratch them out from his skull. His body betrayed him like all else, his mind filling in what his eyes could not.

The cold metal, still buzzing from the active red kyber crystal inside, running along the inside of his thighs. Vader toyed with him, teasing him as he pressed the metal against his clit. Causing Obi-Wan’s body to jolt.

Bringing a hand to his mouth, he bit at the meat of his palm, but Vader would have none of it. He yanked Obi-Wan’s hand out from his mouth.

“No,” He gripped out. “I want to hear you moan.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered and he mewled when the metal pressed into him. His rim catching on the grooves and sharp edges of the lightsaber. He squirmed like a cornered animal. Fiercely trying to push Vader’s arms and hands away from him, to get the lightsaber away from.

“Stop! Please, no, no, get it out!” Obi-Wan wailed out, overwhelming panic embracing him. But Vader only needed to hold him down with the Force barely any mind. “Get it out!”

He shoved the lightsaber further into him.

Obi-Wan screamed without sound, eyes rolling to the back of his head. Feet sliding on the floor as Vader began to fuck him with his lightsaber, stroking his cock amusedly as he did so. Enjoying watching Obi-Wan take something so foreign into his cunt.

His pussy lips plump and pink as slick swiftly began to coat the metal. Making the glide easier and faster.

“You’re enjoying it, aren’t you, my love?” Vader rasped out.

Obi-Wan didn’t even hear him, didn’t want to hear him. Could only feel as the metal began to warm up, intimately feeling as every button, edge and design Anakin had made inside of him. Every corner scratching at his walls, ripping and splaying him open.

He was breathless, lungs collapsing into themselves. Muscles contracting as spasms overtook his body. Vader held him down with a hand on the waist, groping at the fat there as he traced his freckles.

And soon, far too soon, Obi-Wan felt a peak beginning to arrive. His gut curling into itself as he came. Gushing out slick like a wanton schutta.

Suddenly Obi-Wan was flipped to his front, hands slipping in front of him as Vader pushed his head down to the ground and lifted his hips for a better angle. Then, and only then, did he slip back inside. Holding Obi-Wan’s hips in a shockingly tight and bruising grip.

Somehow, Obi-Wan felt as Vader fucked him harder, long repressed anger and emotions bubbling to the top after a great many years.

Obi-Wan panting like a common whore next to the ground, drool slipping from his lips and cascading down into a puddle next to his face. Cheek squished against stone, rubbing scratches into his flesh. Heat addled mind, keeping him disorientated.

His mewls and whines pitching higher and higher as he felt that swelling coil of heat start to bloom at the base of his stomach. Hating himself for what he knew was to come.

Vader did not falter, did not hesitate, he was head-strong and confident in all he did, even now. He fucked Obi-Wan through his orgasm. Even when his cunt started to drip like a broken faucet, another pool of cum and blood and slick growing underneath them.

Overstimulation was such a cruel thing, blinding pleasure that morphed into uncomfort that bordered on pain, a heartless and wild cycle.

Pitifully screaming when Vader wrapped an arm around him, flicking at his clit. Obi-Wan could not catch his breath, feeling winded and amidst a battle as his cunt was abused by the alpha on top of him.

Reason had lost its place in Obi-Wan’s mind. And he began to crawl away, helplessly trying to pull himself away from Vader’s grip. He managed, perhaps, a few inches, before Vader growled like a feral and manic animal and tugged him back into place easily, as if he were a petulant kitten.

Caging him with his arms as he kept on fucking Obi-Wan, his thrusts were brutal and unwavering. His ragged and haggard grunts sounding next to his ear. Vader bit and growled, drawing blood from Obi-Wan’s ear and shoulder.

Obi-Wan was a writhing mess, too drunk on overstimulation to have any cohesive thoughts, only one urge alongside his sadness remained.

As he felt Vader incrementally begin to lose his steady pace, Obi-Wan realized that his knot was growing. And once he noticed, it was the only thing that utterly consumed his mind, a paralyzing infestation of disease. The omega part of him yearned for it, craved it.

Vader continued to force his knot deeper and deeper, all until he couldn’t. And at his climax, he came deep into Obi-Wan, spurting load after load of his cum into Obi-Wan’s womb.

Obi-Wan cried out once again, nails chipped as he scratched at the floor underneath him. And the words that left his lips were entirely his own. “Mate me,” he whimpered out. “Mate me, Vader.” He loathingly hissed out.

And Vader did without hesitation. Mouth wide open, intoxicated with the pheromones the omega underhim released, and his teeth sunk right into Obi-Wan’s mating gland. Mixing his scent into Obi-Wan’s. Permanently marking Obi-Wan as his, for as long as he lived, Obi-Wan would carry a part of him. 
  
It had been almost two months since the death of the first Emperor, almost two months since Vader had mated him.

Obi-Wan gazed out the window of the fortress int Mustafar, lava and molten rock greeted him. It was a horrid sight, but one that suited Vader perfectly. The place where it all began, the true resurrection of Vader.

Luke dozed sleepily in his arms. Blond hair whispering across his small head, even smaller hands clutched at the blanket that half swaddled him.

Even after all that happened, that

is

happening, Luke had turned into the center of his universe. Luke would be the legacy of a collapsed age, a universe that would soon forget the Jedi Order had ever existed, one where the Empire reigned.

It saddened him at times, when he thought of the future. He was never like his Master who could live in the present Force. If he ever regained his full connection to the living Force, he wondered what he would feel.

If he would feel the heartache of millions of people’s suffering in the years to come. He wondered if there would be an end to it or if the Empire would live supreme?

Those were often the questions that bogged on Obi-Wan’s mind, moreso when he had so much time for thought.

Vader, his mate, was gone longer and longer. The Empire was still fresh and there were still inserections, rebels popping up and those who wished to achieve vengeance for Sidious to those who craved power for themselves.

Holoprojections could only sustain Obi-Wan for so long. The mating causing him pain when his Mate was gone for too long, starting as unease, then an itch, all until Obi-Wan searched for any semblance of Vader’s scent. Hating when the scent was slowly disappearing from their nest the more time passed.

Vader never experienced such things, Obi-Wan did not mate him in return and Vader had not asked him to. This was to be Obi-Wan’s pain. Obi-Wan was eternally bound to Vader, not the other way.

Obi-Wan walked slowly to the door, he should put Luke down for a nap soon enough anyway. His fresh and new pregnancy making him sluggish and slow, but he trusted no one else to take care of his pup. At his age, the pregnancy was taking its toll on his body, no matter how early in their first trimester he was in.

Vader was expected to arrive in the later hours—Mustafar had no clear day or night cycle, skies perpetually covered in soot and ash. Day had no meaning, it was nothing more than a set amount of hours.

He drifted through the halls like an unappeased ghost. Guards were posted around, but none ever spoke, much less interacted with Obi-Wan more than what Vader had ordered them too. Solitude had become a common visitor for Obi-Wan.

Luke shuffled in his arms, and Obi-Wan cooed down at the boy. His tits still leaked milk every so often but Obi-Wan was growing accustomed to it, no longer a hindrance to his daily life.

Entering Luke’s room, it was aesthetically decorated. Obi-Wan tried to have as much color as he could, which was not much. Dark walls and floors, the curtains a drab gray, and even Luke’s bed was barren and bare.

It was all so lifeless for a child. But contrary to his surroundings, Luke was a bright child. One filled with happiness and smiles and energy. He was very much like his Father as a child.

He did not fuss as Obi-Wan laid him to bed, propping his head on one of the cushioned pillows. Obi-Wan would be back to check on him in a few hours, but they both needed their rest. And as mate to the Emperor, Vader had indulgently given him some responsibilities.

Meaningless in the grandness of the Empire, but it was the only little control Obi-Wan had. Nothing more than a few reports of food supplies and trade routes between planets. If Obi-Wan tried to do his best, to help feed those planets that needed it.

He did all he could from where he was imprisoned, and he loathed that he could do no more.

Vader had stopped listening to his suggestions, some part of him still resenting Obi-Wan for pushing him to become Emperor. But Obi-Wan knew, he hoped, it had been the right choice.

He opened the door to their room, the large bed, his nest resting in the middle, a floor to ceiling window giving a magnificent view of the flowing lava, its orange glow illuminating the room itself.

He stepped closer to the bed, falling into the soft sheets and blankets. Pulling Vader’s pillow closer to his chest and breathing in the last fragments of his Mate’s scent.

No matter how much he tried to forgive himself, to rationalize his decisions, Obi-Wan still felt like a traitor. At times even wondering if he was worth keeping alive. Hating that he held the killer of his family in his arms, that he willingly shared his bed, that he gave him his body.

But then his mind would fuzz over, his mating gland making it so he would never fathom hurting his Mate, and with his lingering scent on his nose, he would fall into a dreamless sleep. 
  
Obi-Wan was dressed in a plain off the shoulder black dress, waiting patiently at the entrance of Vader’s fortress. Dim lights alongside the walls as his feet would often click on the black metal floor.

His hands were clasped over his stomach, an action he found himself doing frequently, an innate instinct to protect the pup that grew in his womb.

Vader’s ship had entered Mustafar air space, it would not be long before he came back. Obi-Wan was not allowed outside the doors of the fortress, if he was, he would have been waiting for Vader at the docking bay.

His mating gland itching with anticipation.

His

Mate.

His Mate.

The doors opened, pushed open by Stormtroopers as they rallied at Vader’s side. And Vader made quite an imposing entrance, his black cape fluttering behind him as his heavy footfalls echoed throughout. His chilling mask keeps those around him uneasy and unnerved.

But Obi-Wan had grown used to it.

Vader spotted him immediately. His pace quickening to reach Obi-Wan’s side. Obi-Wan gave him a small smile as he drew closer, his chest softening with a tension he hadn’t noticed that had built in the time Vader was gone.

“My omega,” Vader breathed out, coming out eerie from behind his mask. He picked Obi-Wan up from his feet, cradling him like a bride.

Vader gave no other attention to the guards he had entered with, completely enraptured by Obi-Wan as he carried him to their room.

“Alpha,” Obi-Wan said, resting his cheek on Vader’s shoulder, his armor unformattable, but Obi-Wan ignored it. “I missed you.”

“Missed you too, love.” Vader said. “I wanted to surprise you when I came back, but it seems you have me beat, my love.”

Obi-Wan quietly laughed. He hadn’t felt pure happiness in a very long time, he doubted he ever would. A tainted, dimmed amusement was the best he could muster up on most days. Vader seemed happy enough for the both of them, anyway.

“What sort of surprise could you possibly have, Vader?” Obi-Wan asked, lightly teasing.

Vader ripped off his mask, his hair slightly matted from his sweat, his lips in a bright smile as he entered their room. Placing his Mate in the middle of their nest, their safest place for both of them. Obi-Wan had spent days creating it, countless pillows and blankets, and when it was finished he had shown it to Vader. Fearful of his reaction.

Obi-Wan inched towards the edge of the bed when Vader did not join him. Instead, the black cladded man stood a few feet away, a glint in his eyes.

“I have a question for you, Obi-Wan.” Vader said.

He suddenly grew curious, moving out of the nest as he stood in front of Vader, only coming up to his chest.

“A question?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?” Obi-Wan asked. “Has something happened?”

“No,” Vader said. His eyes drifted downwards, unreasonably anxious all of sudden. He wet his lips before he pulled something out from one of his pockets, his armor rustling.

Obi-Wan intently watched as Vader pulled out a black, metal box. It was rather small, about the size of his palm. And then, Vader slowly lowered himself to one knee, and everything went numb for Obi-Wan. There was no flurry of excitement or happiness, only a curdling dread of resignation.

“My love, my ‘mega, will you marry?” Vader said.

Obi-Wan knew this was not a question. Vader would not allow him to say no. Blatantly staring at his once padawan’s face, a face he had seen grow, they went through war together, they lived and breathed together. Obi-Wan was once a Master to this man.

Now he was a mated Omega, forced into his corner and made to play along. He could not remember the last time he had trained, did not know if he could even still fight? Could he even properly wield his lightsaber anymore? Was there anything left of the Jedi Master?

“Obi-Wan?” Vader asked, Obi-Wan taking too long in his silence.

Obi-Wan gazed down at Vader, and slowly, very slowly, began to nod. “Yes, alpha, I’ll marry you.”

Vader beamed with joy, placing the elaborate ring on his finger. Lifting him from his feet and tossing them both onto the bed. Vader made love to him the only way he knew how. Taking his omega as an Alpha should.

And as Obi-Wan rocked against the bed, feet dangling in the air, catching sight of the new ring on his finger. He could not help but think what was one more chain to keep his imprisoned, as long as Vader was pleased, kept satiated and happy. As long as he kept Vader’s focus on him, Luke and Leia and any other Jedi that could have survived would not face the wrath of Vader’s anger.

That was all he could do now. This was his purpose. The Force’s will.

Perhaps if he lived long enough to see the rebellion rise against the empire, perhaps then, he would know if it was all worth it.

But until then he wouldn’t know. But he would faithfully continue to be the omega wife Vader wanted of him.