#virginwanweekend

Had to fix a gap in the beard before it was ready for the final photoshoot. The other picture is the color test I did on my phone after I had outlined the picture in pen. I think I got pretty close!

Here I thought about leaving his hair white and just coloring in the robe and leaving it as old man Ben.

Suuuuuper proud of how the inked version came out—I really like the folds and shadows in the fabric. This is the version I showed the theology students.

He paced the length of the cell. From the wall with the cot to its opposite, never turning his back to the field. Any moment someone could set it to transparent, or worse, deactivate it to deal punishment upon him. The thought of it had Obi-Wan stretching his neck. He wasn't too worried about whatever measly dealings he'd be subjected to - the memories of Force Lightning frying his organs alive was much more potent in that regard. But he would be treated. Punished. By the Jedi who owned the ship, maybe, though that would pale in comparison to what was waiting for him in the dark hole that had become a cruel mockery of a home, for letting himself be captured. It was as certain as knowing the Jedi adhering to their code that forbade them grow attached to anything. The flurry in his stomach tightened into a painful ball. What would this mistake cost him?

He was halfway across the cell when the field went see-through. Stopped dead in his tracks and planted his heels, shoulders rolling back to mimic an ego worthy of the cockiest alpha. Worthy to match the attitude of the Jedi Master General standing in front of the window, flanked by two clones in near-identical armor and a third further back, by the closed door leading out into the ship.

Obi-Wan smiled. It was an ugly thing that put his canines on full display. Sounds filtered through to him, a low hum and the faint clacking of armor. The commline in had been activated.

"Hello Master Skywalker," Obi-Wan's grin widened. "Have you come to appraise your catch? Inspect the goods before you bring it before the mighty council, to judge me for my wrong-doings?"

Anakin stood opposite him, unmoving. Stormy blue eyes tracked the shifting of Obi-Wan's weight as he settled in his stance.

"Truthfully, I am surprised it was you that went through all this effort to trap me in this place - I figured you'd have taken on a new bright-eyed bushy-tailed little Padawan to hang on every word falling from your mouth. No time to spare, raise another one up and send them out into that wide, wild galaxy, chop-chop." The rage simmering within him was a warm, a welcome thing. Cut off the Force as he was it was all that remained that filled him. "It must've been a relief to clear out my old quarters for good, hm? Don't worry, I would've gotten out of your hair after my knighting anyways. This just cut the time short, you understand."

He tipped his head to the side, careful not to let it slip into a sign of submission. Anakin remained quiet. The ever-impulsive, emotions-driven chosen one - calm, collected, quiet. What a joke.

"Just going to stand there staring at your prisoner? No tests, no playing around? No questions? How boring." Anakin blinked, but nothing else changed. "Nothing? Not even a single word for your lost son?"

Anakin lowered his head. The somewhat tinny hidden speakers conveyed the sigh he let out. He looked over his shoulder, nodding to the three clones. His escort fell back and they filed out of the room. The door's locking mechanism echoed through the speakers.

Anakin didn't look at him as he walked to the side. Opened a hidden cupboard in the wall and placed the hilt of his lightsaber inside. It looked much worse for wear than the last time Obi-Wan had seen it, scuffmarks visible even from a distance. Once the compartment had sealed itself those blue eyes strayed back to Obi-Wan's position, still square in the middle of his cell, shoulders broad and ready to take whatever and expecting the worst.

He didn't expect the field to power down. Nor Anakin crossing the threshold within moments, closing in on him faster than Obi-Wan could blink. But he didn't back away. Worse had come charging at him, and he had stood through that without giving it ground either. He glared at the Jedi. And Anakin looked back. Not with malice or contempt, not with disappointement or sadness. It was one thing to know his old teacher was within reach - for the first time in years. It was one thing to be able to tilt his head and look up into that known face, a face that had laughed and cried and celebrated and smiled under his eyes. It was one thing. Being able to smell him was another matter.

He wasn't used to it anymore.

Sidious always reeked of ozone and the sour-bitter of age when Obi-Wan saw him in person. An odour as unpleasant as it was befitting. Others under the Sith Lord's command draped themselves with perfumed cloth and ate rich foods. The housings Obi-Wan had frequented were scentscapes, carpets unspooling under his nose, each festering and unwelcoming. Nothing repeated itself and no space wanted to smell like any other. There was no comfort.

But Anakin's scent was known. It curled into the gap its absence had left in Obi-Wan's chest on his first inhale. Notes that had followed him from the end of his childhood through adolescence caressed his nose once more. A softness only made stronger by having known nothing but coldness for years now. A golden dream of morning from far away. A better time. Once. He couldn't show anything of what that scent did to him. And he didn't. But he had to blink, and fight against his instincts that screamed at him that he was safe now. That this was his safety incarnate, that nothing would touch him now, that nothing could. Obi-Wan swallowed thickly. He'd spent too long excising any lingering feelings towards this Jedi, he'd spent too long rising above the other accolades to be felled by a scent alone.

And still Anakin just stood there, looking down on him. It needed a moment longer for Obi-Wan to root out the cause for the unease that curdled in his gut. Anakin didn't smell rancid. Not only because he - presumably - still bathed regularly, but also, much more importantly, because there was no anger in his scentnotes. No displeasure. He smelled soft and calm, and- and almost like relief. Which was impossible. It couldn't be. It couldn't. 

Anakin swallowed and Obi-Wan kept his eyes unwaveringly on the face he had grown up with, grown to love and loathe and hate. "And you?"

The voice, unaltered by transmitters. The voice that had called out to him time and time again, that had guided and guarded and shaped him. Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. Anakin looked around his face. His eyes faltered by the small scar across his nose, and the round spots where his acne had sprung back up and then subsided for good. They stayed stuck even longer on the purpleish silver that crept up from under the tunics still tightly wrapped around Obi-Wan's body, visible barely above his neckline.

"No words for the Master you abandoned?" Anakin continued as it became clear Obi-Wan wouldn't say anything. "The bond you walked out of? All talk, no bite?"

And still the scent that emanated from the Jedi didn't tip. It was mellow, so horribly mellow and calm and Obi-Wan's exhaustion threatened to betray him and have him crumble at this Jedi's feet without fight. He dug his hands deeper into the rage within him, the disgust and the despair.

"Bite, yeah." He scoffed. "What does it matter to you? Any of it? You haven't heard a single word i've spoken to you for years, what could you possibly want me to say now that would get through to you?"

Anakin's brows furrowed. A swirl upset his scent but it still was not the anger Obi-Wan wanted, expected. "I have always listened to you. Everything you told me, every time you needed me, I listened. Until you stopped coming to me. What changed, Obi-Wan? What dragged you away from me?"

Was that sorrow in his scent?

"It never occured to you I might have left willingly?"

Anakin's mouth snapped shut. He swallowed. Ugly satisfaction spread in Obi-Wan's gut. 

"Did you?"

The smile was back on Obi-Wan's face, easy and too wide. "Poor Master Skywalker. Still wondering about his disobediant runaway Padawan. Does it keep you up at night? Wondering where I went, where I am? If I'm dead yet? Thinking back to the half-truths and make-belief the Council had you parrot to me while the real galaxy waits beyond the Temple, all the disgusting truths that don't fit into that narrative of prosperity and peace?"

Anakin was back to staring at him. The furrow in his forehead remained, as did the infuriatingly mellow scent. He blinked frequently, betraying the need for dominance his alpha status was supposed to demand. But then, he would've been a terrible Jedi had he leaned into stereotypes like that. He hadn't raised Obi-Wan like that either. Hadn't raised him to be a good meek little thing cowering before anything that raised a voice against him. No. His old Master wasn't like that. Obi-Wan felt bitterness rise in his chest. Anakin had more wrinkles now though. And gray hairs. Holos only showed so much, official and also unofficial channels only portraying so much. He seemed older than ever before. And was still only looking at him. Standing too close, looking down on him, and staring.

Obi-Wan blinked when he realized the suppressor cuffs must have erased the yellow of his eyes. Now he truly just resembled his old self, pitiful Padawan-learner, innocent blue eyes and all. Was that what the alpha was seeing? A ghost of his precious little boy he had believed long gone returned?

The sound of leather slipping from skin rasped loud in the air. He didn't look down but could see Anakin's shoulders work as he freed his left hand. The leather creaked as it was grasped in the mechno hand, and both flexed.

"Are you going to put your hands on me again?" Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow, keeping his voice level. Anakin's hand, moments from cupping his face, stalled. "Careful. The dark side might stain."

"You think I'm scared of the dark side? Scared of you?"

The palm made contact with Obi-Wan's cheek. He blinked but didn't flinch away, too stunned by Anakin's words. The touch was unendingly slow and gentle. His Master's palm was warm. Roughened where years of 'saberwork and fiddling with droids had demanded the skin to toughen. It was dry, too. The thumb gentled over his cheek, the thin skin under his eye. He tried to, Obi-Wan tried, but he couldn't blink fast enough and wasn't strong-willed enough to keep the tears from his eyes. Humiliation washed through him hot and unbidden. His breaths deepened, a last attempt to regulate himself, but cut off from the Force, caught in his Master's grasp, there was no escape.

Was that the goal? Escape? And what would be waiting for him the ? Wasn't this easier? Nicer? Painless?

He drew another breath and blinked. Two tears fell from his eyes, but only one of them was brushed away by Anakin's thumb.

"Obi-Wan." Anakin mumbled. And it was the heartbreak in his voice, it was the way his Master said it, so quietly and so intimately, that had Obi-Wan drop his eyes and his face and finally fully lean into his Master's touch. His shoulders curved under the weight of knowing Anakin's care, the palm still their only point of contact until Anakin wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan and pulled him closer.

Obi-Wan's face was smushed into the dark robes and he didn't even want to be anywhere else. His Master held him. His clothes smelled faintly of the Temple, still, and it was that that had Obi-Wan lean forward more.

"Obi-Wan." Anakin whispered into his hair and Obi-Wan sobbed. Hands softly carded through his hair, brushed it back from his face and cupped his neck. Every touch of his Master was careful and soft, and every time the fingertips landed on his skin and didn't inflict pain Obi-Wan flinched a little less. The mechno-hand curled around Obi-Wan's back and held him close. The flesh hand brushed strands past his ear and then tilted his face up so lovingly.

Obi-Wan went without protest. Blinked against the tears still spilling from his lashes but made an effort to meet his Master's eyes.

"My Obi-Wan." Anakin mumbled, and he, too, sounded wrecked. Their eyes closed as Anakin's forehead touched Obi-Wan's. For a moment they simply breathed together. Anakin's nose softly nudged against Obi-Wan's and then rubbed it. Obi-Wan leaned further into the contact. So much so that he brushed something much softer - caught just an edge and then it was gone again. Wasn't even aware of what it could have been until he felt Anakin shift against him, felt the breath softly exhaled against his lower face. Opened his eyes then but didn't pull away, didn't want to seperate them again so soon.

"Obi-Wan." Anakin whispered, and his voice was rough. 

"Yes?" Obi-Wan answered, for the first time. Breathless but not daring to hope. 

Anakin ducked down lower. Angled his face and still Obi-Wan didn't understand, not until their lips hovered so close together he could feel their warmth. He kept his eyes cast down, not able to look up and destroy whatever this was.

Anakin leaned forward by the smallest bit. Their lips touched. Obi-Wan drew a breath through his nose. Rose and met his Master, kissing him back without hesitating. If he could have, he would have hugged his arms around his Master's neck. As it was he had to rely on leaning against him, and kissing him back. Anakin's hand in his hair, at the back of his head, was steadying. Sturdy as his body threatened to tilt.

Obi-Wan licked into his Master's mouth first. It wasn't skillful or suave, it was desperate and needy. No one had touched Obi-Wan in weeks. Months. The Sith never did - even corrections and punishments were dealt through the Force, no touches necessary. Obi-Wan's skin rippled under the onslaught of sensory input now, the weight of Anakin's hands on him, where his arms brushed his body, the solid muscle he was resting against. The soft pressure of lips. The smooth glide of a warm tongue against his own. It was too much after months of nothing but he was entirely unwilling to let any of this go. Only pushed closer instead of away until Anakin held him, really held him. So close that Obi-Wan couldn't have kept standing on his own, not without his arms. Anakin held him. It forced another sob out of Obi-Wan, who'd been blissfully unaware of his still-ongoing crying until then. He was too warm, the shame of being so needy hot on his back, the warmth that his Master offered so freely in his front, the kisses that would have undone his shields and revealed the ugly core had it not been blocked off. It was overwhelming even without feeling the larger-than-life Signature of his Master. Etheral blaze shot-through with the fine mesh of the bottomless dark of a black hole. An ever shifting pattern that reorganized itself with every heartbeat. Something gave and Obi-Wan gasped. His shoulders relaxed. He was able to bring his hands up, fingertips sliding against his Master's jaw clumsily. He hadn't believed this to be a dream but it felt otherworldly to touch back.

"Master," he whispered, breathless. His hands were full of static and his lips prickled. Anakin let go of his body to touch their hands together. No longer being held up Obi-Wan's legs wobbled and threatened to fail. Anakin caught him before he hit the floor. Readjusted their course and helped him sit down on the cot, their thighs pressed together. Obi-Wan drank in air. He felt dizzy. Here, with his hands in front of him, sitting down after so long, he felt strangely weak. The suppressor cuffs were still on, but the smaller ones keeping him bound had fallen to the floor somewhere behind them. He kept staring at his own hands in his lap. His head was buzzing. 

"You're burning up," Anakin mumbled and touched his mechno hand to Obi-Wan's forehead. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. "Did he give you anything? Poison that needs a regular antidote? Nanites?"

Obi-Wan removed his head from the touch and returned to sitting hunched over. "No." He said belatedly. No. This wasn't illness.

"What-" Anakin broke off when their eyes met. He breathed in through parted lips. It would undoubtedly be faint. Undetectable this early by most - but his Master was not most. Never had been. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and turned his head away. This was so typical. Leave it to his body to pick this exact moment - of course it had to be now -

"I haven't had one in so long." Obi-Wan pressed out between closed teeth. Humiliation swept over him and he turned further away from his Master, curling into himself more. Only hunched down further when Anakin scooted closer and put a hand on his shoulder. Obi-Wan wanted to scream. "I hate my body," he grit out. Tears spilled out more readily again. "Why now. I haven't had one in so long, why now, why-" The first cramp pulsed through his body and he moaned in pain. It was only a matter of time before he'd start slicking, sealing his fate.

"How long since the last?" Anakin asked. His body was so close. Curved over Obi-Wan's, protective. His arm wrapped around Obi-Wan's body, his flesh hand rubbing over his tummy. The pressure increased the pain and Obi-Wan bend double. Gasped for air when the worst had passed and clung to the hand that had threaded their fingers together. He drew another breath, cautiously deeper than the last. When it didn't result in more pain, he relaxed a little. Straightened back up and bumped against his Master's chest. Anakin rested a shoulder against the wall and offered Obi-Wan to lean against him. Only when the silence lasted did Obi-Wan remember the question.

"Don't know." He sighed. Stared at the ceiling, unwilling to address how tightly he was holding his Master's hand. "Years? Maybe?"

They both knew what that meant. If the first heat after such a long pause wasn't sated with a partner, the body of the omega was at risk of cannibalizing itself trying to prolongue the heat, entice a mate, beg for anyone, until it would be too late. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. The timing was simply atrocious.

He wondered if he smelled sweet yet. If his Master had to swallow unnaturally often to keep the saliva down. A deeply set yearning unfurled in Obi-Wan's midst. Had his Master ever done heat favours? Had his Master ever-?

"Obi-Wan," Anakin mumbled. His right arm had come to encircle him as well now. He could feel his Master swallow against the shoulder his chin was hooked over. His Master was at his back. Hugging him so tightly, keeping him close and yet - leaving him the opening to leave. The room was to his front. Nothing kept him from slipping out of those arms and stalking across the room, away. He didn't want to. Made a small noise.

"Obi-Wan, if-" "I know," He pushed out. Could feel the next cramp building and let out a pathetic whimper as it was rising.

"I'm sure we have kits onboard, if-" "No," Obi-Wan moaned and tried to breathe through the pain. Wasn't it obvious? Wasn't it obvious that Anakin was right there, and-? And that he was an alpha? Able to help? Maybe it was. Maybe he didn't want to offer - but then why had they kissed? Did Anakin want him to ask? Was that it?

"Master," Obi-Wan wheezed. He reached up his free hand and grabbed blindly, fingers hooking into the tangle of Anakin's curls. Felt his Master tug him closer, further into his body. Felt the skin as his Master buried his face in his neck.

"Should we?" Anakin asked, barely audible. "We're-"

"Are we?" Obi-Wan asked, and the silence was ringing in his ears after. "Are we, Master? Does the code still apply? I am not your Padawan anymore. I haven't been for so long. Will you kiss me but deny this?"

"Obi-Wan," Anakin groaned, but then didn't continue.

"Master." It was a joke. Declaring them seperate, distancing from the bond that had existed between them, and then bridge that same distance by falling back to old titles immediately. But the thought of Anakin leaving him now was unbearable. The thought of being left in this cell, alone with nothing but himself to claw at, was unbearable. The irrational fear exploded in Obi-Wan's chest. "Don't leave me," he wheezed and grasped at the arms holding him. "Please, don't- don't lea-" he sobbed. "-ve me, please, please don't leave me please stay-"

"I'm right here," Anakin mumbled into his ear. "I'm right here. I won't leave. Tell me what you need, Obi-Wan. Let me help, please. I'm here. I'm here."

Obi-Wan only cried more at that. It was worse, somehow, to know. To have his Master speak to him like this, to be helpful, to be there. Why hadn't it always been like this? Why hadn't Anakin been there every time he felt terrible in the last years? Where had his alpha Master gone? Obi-Wan turned around to bury his face in Anakin's neck. Felt the arms settle around his back and cried more at the weight of the hands settling in places he needed them. They'd never done this before and yet... his Master knew. Somehow.

"Touch me," Obi-Wan bit out, caught between the different emotions warring within. "Please just-" "Where?" "Everywhere, please, everywhere-"

His Master's hands held him tight. Wrapped around his shoulders, spread over his back, hooked around his sides. It wasn't enough. There was a gaping hole in the midst of Obi-Wan and he feared nothing would ever be enough again. It only made him cry more.

His distress affected his Master. He knew, because Anakin's hands grew frantic and his scent swelled. "What else?" He asked, voice low and strained.

"Clothes," Obi-Wan sobbed. "Too much- need- skin, please oh please-"

It was torture to be apart from his Master. The cot was too narrow for them for this and Anakin slipped off of it, spread his cloak on the floor and then divested himself of his tunics faster than Obi-Wan's brain could catch up. His Master, his alpha had laid down a nest. Prepared it for him. Obi-Wan was still reeling from no longer being able to touch him that he stared at the cloak and what it signalled and couldn't piece it together until Anakin's chest was bare and he was reaching with both hands for Obi-Wan. It was better to lay with his cheek pressed into bare skin. The smooth feel of it, the subtle scent of it. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and leaned against it. Was only half aware of the hands still on him that were tugging at his own clothing until the front came apart and he shivered as they were pressed together with nothing in between. The pulling pain beneath his navel ceased in intensity. He could breathe without sobbing.

"Lift your arms." Anakin mumbled. There was no command in his voice, just invitation. But Obi-Wan complied. His arms slipped out of the sleeves and settled against the heat of his Master's ribs. The room was colder now, feverish shivers creeping down his back, but his Master was warm, and safe. "Is this enough?" Anakin asked and Obi-Wan nodded without opening his eyes. 

"For now." He whispered. It wouldn't take long for his body to enter the second wave. He wasn't slicking yet but with the way things were going- He shivered. Pressed closer his Master when he grew aware of the open space in his back, fear shooting through him.

Anakin rolled them around. He came to rest between Obi-Wan's legs naturally, and feeling where his cock was in his pants, nudging into the space it would need to go for a proper knotting, was satisfying. So much so that the reason for his bout of fear fled his mind. Being between his Master and their nest was perfect. Nothing would ambush him here, protected as he was. Obi-Wan sighed with relief.

Anakin rubbed a palm over the thigh that Obi-Wan had hooked around his waist. "Better?" He asked, and Obi-Wan nodded. "Want me to take these off?" Obi-Wan nodded again.

"But don't-" He started to say, voice hoarse. His hands on Anakin's shoulders fidgeted. Anakin blinked at him. "Don't go far." Obi-Wan finished in a whisper. Anakin smiled. It was a slow thing that started at the corners of his mouth and ended with his eyes crinkling, and the fondness that spilled syrup-thick into his scent was almost overwhelming. Obi-Wan tucked his chin down and looked to the side to escape the expression. Anakin's hand cupped his cheek and brought his face back up, their eyes meeting once more. Anakin dipped down and kissed him, slow and loving.

"I'm right here." He said against Obi-Wan's mouth. 

Obi-Wan felt like crying again when there truly was nothing seperating them anymore. There was only skin against skin now. Anakin laid down a little to the side, and Obi-Wan didn't get to complain before he was scooped up into two strong arms and held against a broad chest. Anakin curled around him like a Krayt-Dragon. Large, strong, warm, protective. Obi-Wan's head was tucked beneath Anakin's chin. It was then that he realized their current position was as much to sate the heating omega in him as it was for Anakin's alpha. He blinked. He had lived the last years without Anakin. But Anakin had also lived without him. He tentatively wrapped an arm around his Master's side and was rewarded with a squeeze.

"I'm sorry," Anakin said, voice rough and thick with tears. "I'm sorry I just need a moment. Just-"

"It's okay." Obi-Wan said from where he was still held snug against Anakin's chest. "It's okay, Master."

Anakin pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Put his cheek on the same spot afterwards and just held him. Breathed through his own tears but then that wasn't enough anymore and he returned to kissing Obi-Wan's hair, his forehead, his cheeks and finally his lips when Obi-Wan turned his face up to meet his Master. Their mouths opened at the same time.

His Master's hunger rivaled his own. It was subtler, not burning as bright or hot, but it was an underlying urgency that took Obi-Wan's breath away. That left him feeling better about his own demand.

They kissed for a long time. Wrapped tightly around each other, neither willing to let go. Obi-Wan knew he was slicking against the thigh his Master had wedged between his legs, and that it ran down their skin and dampened the cloth underneath them but he didn't want to stop, didn't want to give way to his heat, not when this moment was perfect.

But the cramps came back. Obi-Wan whined into the kiss and tensed. Anakin's hold on him tightened, threatening growl already vibrating in his chest at the unseen threat that frightened his omega so until Obi-Wan managed to get enough air into his system that he could say "Cram'". His tongue felt sluggish. Intense heats had a reputation for it but to feel it himself...

"What-" Anakin swallowed his growl down and cleared his throat. "What do you need-"

He let go enough that Obi-Wan was able to bend almost in half as the next clench of his body came. He gasped for air. His Master sat up by his side and kept his hand cupped over Obi-Wan's neck, the other rubbing his flank. When the pain eased and Obi-Wan relaxed, he rolled onto his stomach. Anakin breathed in sharply.

"Please," Obi-Wan said, muffled by the cloak underneath. He lifted his hips. Presented. He hoped the sight of his hole loose and oozing clear slick would hold his Master's gaze. Distract him enough he wouldn't pay attention to the lightning scars webbing across his entire back, all the blaster-bolts that had left keloids behind, the burns of lightsabers he hadn't parried quickly enough.

"Obi-Wan-" Anakin stumbled over the syllables.

Obi-Wan felt embarassement and need roll through him. "Please Master, no-"

Two hands touched his back. He wanted to lean into them and away in equal parts, especially when they didn't immediately push him down against the nest but ghosted over the scars.

"There's so- so many Obi-Wan-"

Obi-Wan pressed his eyes shut and buried his face in his crossed arms. "Just kriff me Master," he said and shivered from where fingertips were tracing old wounds long since closed.

"How can I?" Anakin asked. His hands moved and the air shifted. Soft lips pressed to the eye-sized scar just under Obi-Wan's ribs. That one had been terrible to heal. Obi-Wan groaned and tried to shift back, knowing his Master's cock would surely be fully erect and ready by now but was caught. Hands held him firm around his hips as Anakin continued to press a soft but lingering kiss to every scar he could see. He didn't say anything. But Obi-Wan's skin prickled from the heavy emotions that rang true in his Master's scent. Even now there was no rage, no promised violence. There was an ache so deep, a pain so visceral. Hurt, but not because his Master had been hurt. He was feeling hurt for Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan tried to hide further into his own arms.

"Please." He whispered.

Anakin wasn't deterred. His kisses continued down his spine. Kisses and flicks of his tongue, drag of teeth. It was a primal, an animal thing. Marking him, rubbing his scent into him. All over the place countless others had left their impression. It had Obi-Wan moaning softly to be claimed like that. He was trembling by the time Anakin reached his ass. Each side received a kiss as well, and then he could feel the heat of his Master's face hovering just by his opening. Could feel the breath fan over the sensitive flesh. Felt a drop of slick leave him, warm fluid leaking down his perineum and over his barely there testicles. Anakin's broad tongue lapped it up. One long sweep, all the way up between his legs and then inside him. Obi-Wan's eyes rolled back in his head. To have anything of his Master in his body, to have his tongue, and to have it there, it was-

It didn't last. Anakin reared up and ran both palms down Obi-Wan's back.

"Ready?" He asked quietly. Obi-Wan nodded.

One hand stayed rubbing his shoulder blade, the other reached down and held his cock in position. He hadn't seen it in a while - but remembered it was cut, the tip bare at all times. It pressed into him now, blunt and hot and perfect. Obi-Wan was moaning before it even fully pushed past the entrance. The slide was long and smooth and it stretched him and it felt divine. Nothing else mattered but them, his Master's cock finding inside him easily and coming to rest deep within him once the loose skin of Anakin's balls pressed against him. His Master was slow to pull out, going the same pace as when he'd thrust in and it was perfect. Perfect. Obi-Wan was breathless and yet moaned louder than he'd ever dared the few times he'd touched himself.

It just felt so good. It felt so good. 

Anakin wasn't half-way out before he pushed back in. "Good?" He asked, short of breath. Obi-Wan could only nod.

Mechno and flesh hand held his hip, his shoulder. Strong hips pushed against his own, steady, easily keeping rhythm. Their laboured breathing wasn't enough to drown out the lewd noises their bodies let spill by coming together like this. But it didn't matter. Nobody would hear them. Only Anakin could hear him, and only Anakin mattered. His master, his alpha. 

There was too much empty space between them. The frustration manifested in a drawn out whine coming from Obi-Wan, who was both fed up with that distance and his inability to just tell his Master. Words were beyond him. His mouth fell open as Anakin, ever perceptive of his Padawan's needs, bend down and kissed the top of the spine curved delicately beneath him. Mouthed over the freckles that were plentiful over his shoulders, and then, because the suppressor cuffs were on his wrists and his neck was free, he lapped over the scent glands there. Licking them out, hoping to soothe them as he worked to sate Obi-Wan's body. It wasn't enough. Obi-Wan tugged his Master down further, closer. The powerful thrusts that had been slapping against his ass and thighs slowed into short but deep thrusts interspersed with grinding further inside. Obi-Wan's knees had given out. He was was being kriffed into the floor with every thrust. Anakin's cloak beneath them was the only thing marking this space as theirs, but that didn't matter once Obi-Wan whined again and pressed back against the thrusts. Anakin groaned.

"I won't last," he warned, sucking in air in between. "If-"

Obi-Wan groaned. "Pl-ease…" He scraped together.

"Yes." Anakin buried his face in his neck.

True to his word he sped up. Skin smacked against skin, loud enough to echo off of the walls. Obi-Wan spread his legs further, anticipating the stretch that would come with his Master's knot. It was instinct that had him readjust, but the feeling was pure bliss. Getting kriffed, by his Master, only able to scent him and nothing else, feel his touch and weight. He yearned to feel that knot take, proof that he was bound to this alpha alone. Anakin groaned. Thrust in and held still for half a heartbeat before pulling out, his knot catching on the edge. Pushed back in, ground his hips against Obi-Wan's body. There was a pressure in his gut, the budding knot, and Obi-Wan clenched down around it on instinct. Anakin's hips stuttered back but didn't get far, not after the knot held. Then Anakin leaned forward, pressing them flush together. 

"You feel so kriffin' good," Anakin gasped into the neck he hadn't surfaced from in forever now. "You feel so good. You're so soft inside, the softest. Soft, and warm and perfect, so perfect, perfect for me, mine, my Padawan mine- You're so pretty on my cock, so pretty- Feels so good to knot you, so good to have-"

Anakin's hips were still moving and still humping him and it was that motion that had Obi-Wan's small dick rub against the fabric of his Master's cloak, and it was that final push he'd needed to tip over the edge. Obi-Wan came with a whine. Eyes rolled back into his skull, body falling limp as the relief shot through his system, spurred on by the copious amounts of semen being filled into him. The galaxy vanished and only a very small part of Obi-Wan remained.

His breathing returned, and the thunder of his heart. The slight ache in his ass, and the pressure in his gut that had nothing to do with a full bladder. His neck hurt, but not from a bite. There was no sting of broken skin. But he must have craned it, arched his head aside and shown his neck so eagerly, only for nothing to come of it. He didn't know if he hated his bare neck more or that he had presented it so readily. He took another breath. 

Anakin was hovering above him. They were still flush from the waist down, but Anakin was holding himself up on his elbows, one hand wedged between Obi-Wan's body and the thoroughly messed up cloak. Massaging half of his chest. It felt good.

Only when he swallowed did Obi-Wan realize he was purring. He was too tired to fight it. He could still feel the heat burning in him, knew it wouldn't be over with just one good kriffing. But the day had stretched long already and now his muscles were protesting, and his Master's knot was plugging him up properly. It sat heavy and thick lodged in his gut. He shuddered after accidentally squeezing it. Anakin moaned. He pressed himself closer. The knot throbbed and with it Obi-Wan's entire groin. Anakin's breaths came short. A gasp for every time his cock was spurting inside Obi-Wan.

"Y'should bite me," Obi-Wan slurred, tired and sated. "Would save you the trouble of havin' to trap me again..."

He felt sweet kisses pressed against his neck. "You won't stay?" Anakin asked. "Nothing I can do to convince you to?" He sounded sad. Obi-Wan exhaled.

"Would keep me from runnin' again." He mumbled.

"Is that what you did?" Anakin rolled them to the side and wrapped his arm around Obi-Wan's waist. It was easier to keep his eyes closed and remain ignorant of the cell they were still in. Obi-Wan breathed out.

"You never came after me when I did."

The arm around him squeezed him closer. "You left. You yelled and screamed at me before you did. What made you believe that told me 'Come find me'?"

It was almost easy to talk like this. Tied together neither of them could go anywhere, and talking felt... almost okay.

"Not only that time. Every time."

Fingers caressing his bicep. "You always came back on your own." A kiss against his scentgland. Obi-Wan remained quiet. Grabbed the hand to stop it from tickling him further and sandwiched it between his own. The thumb promptly picked up brushing over the knuckles within reach. Obi-Wan put a small kiss against the thumb but didn't say anything. Anakin sighed. "I can't do that. I couldn't live with myself." He shook his head. "Better a Padawan that is free and in danger than a Padawan that is safely trapped and resents me for keeping him prisoner."

"I'm not very free right now." Obi-Wan mumbled. Anakin tsked.

"It sounded like you didn't plan on staying put. And I don't blame you. You'll have to break out on your own, though. I'm sorry but I can't help you with that." 

Obi-Wan sighed again. He leaned his forehead against their joined hands. "Have you ever bitten someone?" He asked into the quiet hum.

"No." Anakin replied after a while.

"Have you ever wondered what it must be like?"

Silence.

"It would be so easy," Obi-Wan continued, adjusting his head and presenting his neck a little more. "Your people didn't even put a collar on me. I'm all ready. No collar, in heat, stuck on your knot - you could even claim that the hormones blinded you. The Sith apprentice' ploy to bind himself to a Jedi. No one would fault you, Master."

"Spend much time thinking about it, hm?" Anakin's voice finally came again. Obi-Wan smiled. Tired, small.

"Maybe. Maybe not. You should make your decision fast, Master. Your knot won't hold forever, and who knows what'll happen after."

He could feel the open mouthed panting over his neck. Stretched his chin a little further, even. Anakin's forehead thunked against his shoulder.

"Stop saying those things. I can't bite you, I can't. You would resent me for the end of our lives - you already do. This would be torture for us both." He swallowed. "But I understand. This is your first heat in some time. Your instincts- I- I understand. Don't worry. You won't have lasting consequences from this. I'll make sure of that."

"He'll kill me." Obi-Wan said. Anakin closed his mouth.

"What?"

"My Sith Master. If he finds out I was captured by you - bedded by you - he'll kill me."

Anakin's arms around him tightened. "No." Anakin said. His voice was dry.

"He will." All pretense had dropped from his voice. "If I manage to break out and return to him, he'll kill me. If you take me back to the Temple the Council will try to get information from me, and when I don't comply, they'll throw me into a cell and I'll never see the sky again." He shook his head. There was a strange lightness in admitting this. "My life is over either way."

"Don't say that." Anakin whispered. 

"It is the truth." Obi-Wan said monotone. "I am condemned either way. I'm expendable. Nobody will care about my fate. Hardly anyone will remember me, either. I'll vanish without a trace. Either way."

"No," Anakin repeated. He sounded choked up.

"It's a wise decision not to bite me, I suppose." Obi-Wan continued. "No ties to me that could drag you down alongside me. The Chosen One shines above all others. His lost Padawan will sink into the oblivion cast by his shadow."

Was it cruel? To lay it all out like this? Maybe. Obi-Wan gently moved his hips and found he could. The knot had gone down. Before he could do more than seperate their skin however Anakin rolled them again, trapping Obi-Wan once more. The delirious, heat-addled state hadn't returned to Obi-Wan just yet but already he could feel how pleased his base instincts were at the action.

He tilted his head again and rubbed the side of his throat against the cloak.

"This is borrowed time, Master." He whispered, eyes still closed and unmoving.

"Would it bring you back?"

Obi-Wan opened his eyes and looked back over his shoulder. "Hm?"

Anakin refused to bring any distance between them. "If were to bite you. And remove your cuffs." A hand stretched into Obi-Wan's field of vision, curling around the humming device on his wrist. "If I looked into your eyes then. Would I see yellow? Or blue?"

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and laughed once. "I don't know." He answered truthfully. "Careful not to let your hope cloud your judgement, Master. I'm a darksider." He sighed. The fight had left his system. "There is no cure for that."

He could hear his Master grinding his teeth. Had resigned himself to whatever fate the Force had foreseen for him when he was turned around. Face to face with his Master he felt his breath stutter in his chest. His Master was so gorgeous. Had always been. But with puffy lips and wet eyes, sweat glueing the flyaway hairs down he was beautiful. Obi-Wan sighed as he cradled the face and watched the blue eyes blink down on him.

A feeling welled within him. Unnamed. Obi-Wan closed his eyes. Tipped his chin aside, guided his Master's face into the crook of his neck. Felt it when his Master lined himself up and thrust back into him, much more levelled than before. Almost like they were making love.

"Bite me," Obi-Wan whispered. "Don't let anyone take me from you. Make me yours. Keep me." The breaths on his skin were hot and humid. Saliva dripped on the gland and cooled it down almost uncomfortably. "I'm yours. I always was."

His fingers at the back of Anakin's head tugged him closer. Lips brushed his skin. All his Master had to do was bite down. Obi-Wan groaned at the cock steadily pumping inside him. The heat was beginning to build up again, meeting the sloppy thrusts that were too wet with slick and seed.

And then Anakin bit down.

Obi-Wan's mouth popped open without noise.

His Master had bitten down. Deeply, teeth firmly imbedded in his skin, pain pulsing there. Obi-Wan whined. The strong body above him kriffed him hard, hips snapping against his own too strong, forcing another orgasm on him before he was ready. His nails dragged over Anakin's back in search for purchase. His eyes were unseeing, he was a live wire throbbing all over.

Anakin released the bite in his neck and pressed their foreheads together. "You're mine." He breathed out and Obi-Wan went limp. "Mine."

"Yours." He whispered. A deep buzz settled into his veins then dripped away, leaving bottomless relief behind. Dimly he was aware of two mechanical 'clack's, and then there was an overwhelming light that cocooned him. Tears escaped his eyes at feeling his Master's Force Signature again. He kissed Anakin's jaw, nosed against his throat.

Felt a thumb brush his lid, and blinked his eyes open again.