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Tatooine isn’t a planet that is in any way remarkable. In fact, if you asked Obi-Wan the only remarkable thing about it is just how unremarkable it is. Sitting on the outreaches of the Outer Rim in what is considered Hutt territory, the planet boasted only about a population of two hundred thousand people and would be easily overlooked.
Of course, ever since the war had begun, things were so rarely that simple. When the Separatists took control of Tatooine they’d thought it was merely a point to be made since they’d just started a spaceport there but intelligence had come in that they were planning to use the hyperspace lanes to start taking key planets near it and all of the sudden Tatooine was on the top of their priority list.
The plan was simple. Tatooine is mostly desert and farming so all they needed to do was land on the unoccupied side, draw the Separatists into the desert, and engage in combat. They had the upper hand due to how angry the occupation had made the Hutts and it should have been a surefire victory, done within a few days.
Of course, that led back to point one, that nothing was truly that simple. Because of course, Darth Vadar had arrived and it was shaping up to be a battle rivaling the first battle of Geonosis. Then without a trace, Vadar had disappeared.
Knowing that he was sure to make an appearance again within a few days, they were stuck waiting for the general to reappear. In the meantime, Obi-Wan and his battalion had decided to go into towns and see what they could do to help the locals. Sitting eerily five klicks out was Vadar’s droid army as if they were waiting for something.
Obi-Wan was in town, helping to move debris out of the way when it happened. The building was completely destroyed and he wasn’t sure there was much he could do for it. They’d moved most of the still usable goods out and now Obi-Wan was moving the larger debris that no one else could.
He’d just moved what he was sure used to be part of the roof at some point when he found a hole, leading to the basement. Normally he’d leave it alone, it was most likely unstable around it and he wouldn’t want to put any pressure on it and create more damage, but once he moved the part of the roof, the smell hit him.
He started walking towards the hall without thinking about it, leaning over the edge to find all the rugs and blankets that they’d been unable to find in the cleanout, all thrown together in what looked to be an attempt at a sort of ne-.
Obi-Wan straightened up and stepped back. The smell had pulled him in because it was an unmated omega. An unmated omega in heat at that. He wanted to walk away, to find someone else who might be able to help but then the scent became clearer.
Whoever was down there wasn’t just an unmated omega, it was one that was in pain and he smelled sick. He stepped forward, gently jumping down through the hole, nervously looking up to make sure that he didn’t unsettle any debris.
There was a lump in the middle of a mix of cloth and now that he was closer Obi-Wan could hear crying. The scent of distress and pain hit him even harder and he knew that whoever this was needed help. He stepped closer, edging towards the nest. He wasn’t sure if it would make the omega skittish and he didn’t want to make things worse by inviting himself into their space.
“Hello there?” he asked cautiously.
A face popped out of the blankets and Obi-Wan was mesmerized by the clear blue eyes that were filled with tears, made even more startling by the way the young man’s face was flushed. His blonde hair was darkened with sweat, plastered to his face and he was panting heavily.
“Are you okay?” Obi-Wan asked him, feeling horrible when the boy started with a fresh wave of tears, shaking his head.
“It hurts,” he whimpered, “It hurts so bad.”
“It’s okay,” Obi-Wan replied, “Do you have anyone I can call to come to help you?”
The boy shook his head no. Then he cried out and Obi-Wan watched as his body seemed to seize. He stepped forward, ignoring the instincts that told him to stay of the boy’s nest so that he could check on him as he collapsed.
“Oh kriff,” Obi-Wan cursed looking at the unconscious boy. He tapped on his comm, pressing in Bones number.
The trooper in question answered quickly, looking concerned.
“Is everything okay General? You’re not hurt are you?” he asked, peering closer as if checking Obi-Wan for injuries.
“I need you to come to that building we were helping to clear,” Obi-Wan told him in a rush,
“There’s a boy here who needs immediate medical attention. He’s just passed out.”
“I’ll be there as soon as possible,” Bones told him, “But I’m sure Crys would be closer.”
“I need a beta,” Obi-Wan informed him, “He’s definitely in heat.”
“Oh- of course,” Bones replied, “I’ll be right there.”
Obi-Wan hung up, pulling the boy’s head into his lap and stroking at his sweaty hair. He could feel that he was breathing but the scent of distress and pain were so strong it was cloying, sticking to the back of his throat and setting off warning bells in his head.
Bones called out for him, arriving in under fifteen minutes. Obi-Wan called down for him and then the medic’s head popped over the hole.
“Oh shit he looks bad,” Bones told him, “How did you get down there?”
“I jumped,” Obi-Wan informed him.
“Well, I’ll break a leg doing that,” Bones informed him, “I’m going to find the door.”
It only took him a few minutes and Obi-Wan realized vaguely that he probably could have done the same and then he was in the nest too, moving the boy so that he was on his back as he pulled out a diagnostic tool.
“I think it’s some sort of heat disorder,” Bones told him as he looked at his pad, “There are levels of hormones unlike anything I’ve ever seen. I’m not sure how it even happened but it’s as if he’s having years of heats in one.”
“What kind of heat disorder?” Obi-Wan questioned. The boy moaned where he was laying in his lap, tears still streaming down his face, even as he laid there unconscious.
“Not sure,” Bones told him, “I don’t have the kind of diagnostic tools for that. We’d need an actual medical facility and it’s not as if there’s a lot of those around.”
“So there’s nothing we can do?” Obi-Wan asked, “He’s crying in his sleep for force’s sake.”
“His dirinhycin levels are off the charts,” Bones explained, “The only thing that would help that is chrolliuclid to balance it out. Besides that, we can try some pain relievers, maybe some shots? Honestly, it will be pretty painful but he can ride it out.”
“He’s already passed out,” Obi-Wan told him and then the boy’s eyelids were fluttering and he was opening his eyes again. He whimpered, writhing in Obi-Wan’s grip.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Obi-Wan told him, stroking his cheek, “I know you are in a lot of pain but we’re going to try some pain relievers, okay?”
The boy sobbed harder, shaking his head, squirming harder in Obi-Wan’s grip. He was shaking and his skin felt hot enough to the touch that Obi-Wan was surprised that it was burning him.
“If he’s going to ride this out he’s going to need ice,” Bones told him, confirming his suspicion.
“Ice on a desert planet?” Obi-Wan asked him, “Where in the world are we going to get that?”
“We’ve got some chemical ice packs but it’s going to take a lot,” Bones replied, “Maybe we can put them in water and keep wiping at his skin? Either way his temps up way too much. It can’t be at a safe level.”
“Water is in just as high a demand,” Obi-Wan told him, “It’s going to be hard to find that and to be honest, we need all the drinking water that we’ve got.”
“He needs something,” Bones informed him, “Or he needs a heat partner but his body is under too much stress with the hormones. Maybe someone will be willing to help him?”
“In this port?” Obi-Wan said, “I hate to say it but most people here aren’t exactly outstanding citizens. We could be putting him in more danger.”
“Well to be frank,” Bones said, “There’s always yourself sir.”
Obi-Wan shook his head, “That isn’t a great idea. We are in the middle of a battle Bones. We can’t afford for me to be out of commission.”
“It will be at least four days before he comes back,” Bones reminded her, “This isn’t the first time he’s needed to leave the lines for medical reasons. I’m sure it’s just another issue with his cybernetics but we’ve got time, sir.”
Obi-Wan looked down into clouded blue eyes and stroked at the boy’s hair again. He shivered, turning back onto his side to curl into Obi-Wan’s lap as much as he could.
“What’s your name?” Obi-Wan asked him.
The boy whined. Face pressing against Obi-Wan’s thigh. Obi-Wan started to rub between his shoulder blades, not missing how he shivered at the contact. He was so sensitive to any touches and Obi-Wan wondered if he might not be used to people touching him.
“Please I know it’s difficult but I need you to talk to me if you want my help,” Obi-Wan prodded gently, “I can help relieve some of your symptoms but I won’t do anything that you don’t want.”
“I-It’s An-Ani,” he managed to get out, letting out a pained sob, “Pl- help.”
“Okay, okay,” Obi-Wan said stroking through his hair again and looking up at Bones, “Do you have a birth control shot handy?”
“Yes of course,” Bones told him, digging through the pack he’d had slung across his back, “But we’ll have to give it to you. He can’t take any more hormones in his body. It might kill him.”
“That’s fine,” Obi-Wan assured him, “Just give me the shot and then set up a perimeter. I don’t want any uncouth alphas sniffing around here.”
“I’ll have Boil and Waxer keep an eye out General,” Bones answered, “If anything seems to go wrong please grab me. I’ll make sure to stay nearby. Crys can go out and help instead. He’s cool-headed enough that it will be fine.”
“Can you grab some ration bars and water and leave them at the door there?” Obi-Wan asked, “If he’s going through a full heat we’re going to be here for at least three days.”
“Will do General,” Bones said, “And if there’s any movement at all from the Separatists I’ll be sure to let you know.”
“Thank you,” Obi-Wan replied gratefully and then he felt pulling at his robes, the boy-Ani- pulling himself closer to Obi-Wan, “Just a few more minutes. Okay?”
Ani whined, more tears streaming down his face as the tremors got worse.
“I’ll leave now,” Bones told him, rising and setting out some things from his bag, “Here’s a few things just in case of an emergency.”
He pulled out a needle and stuck Obi-Wan, making him jerk and give him a dirty look.
“What it always works better when you aren’t expecting it,” Bones defended and then left.
Obi-Wan got Ani pulled out from under the blankets, realizing that he only had a tight black shirt and pants, not unlike the blacks that the clones wore to keep their armor from chafing. He must have been dying from the heat. Obi-Wan gripped his shirt and gently started to pull it over his head.
He gasped as Obi-Wan exposed his overheated skin and then he squirmed and a low moan left his lips as Obi-Wan started to grip his hips to get his pants off. He panted, looking hazily up at Obi-Wan and reaching a hand up so that he could brush his hands against Obi-Wan’s clothed chest. He moaned again, hands dropping as he helped Obi-Wan push his pants down.
He was already soaked, skin flushed, and cock hard against his stomach. He looked beautiful, skin a light golden color that looks like it should be darker in the harsh sun but Obi-Wan supposes that he probably doesn’t ever let his skin show against the rough sandy wind of the planet because it’s impossibly soft.
“Is this okay?” Obi-Wan asked him quietly and then Ani is digging his fingers underneath his tunics, trying to yank off Obi-Wan’s own clothes although he doesn’t quite seem to know how to go about it, instinct clearly had already taken over.
“Please,” he begged and stared as Obi-Wan pushed of his robes and pulled his tunic over his head. He blinked, eyelashes fluttering as Obi-Wan ran a hand down his flank, “Please make it stop.”
“It’s okay,” Obi-Wan promised, his other hand starting to pull down his trousers, “I’ll take care of you okay?”
Once he was naked, feeling oddly exposed even though he knew that no one would be around to see them with his men keeping watch he pulled the boy into his arms, letting him press every inch of overheated skin against him. The boy let out a gasp and then he was crying again.
“Shh, shh,” Obi-Wan soothed, running hands up and down his sides, “It’s okay. I know it’s a lot to handle but we’ll get you through this okay?”
He kissed the Ani’s hair and then started to drag his nose and mouth across his exposed skin, watching as he immediately seemed to calm, the scent marking helping to ease the pain he was in.
“That’s it,” he whispered to him, placing a kiss on his mating gland. Ani bucked up into him, whining and exposing his neck to give him better access.
Vadar had landed on Tatooine, angry that he was there at all. The dirtball planet was on his list of things that Sideous should just blow up. Save the galaxy the trouble of the vermin that liter the planet taking up valuable resources.
Still, there is where Sideous told him he had to be, so he’s here. He could feel itching starting under his skin and he knew from experience that soon he will be in a world of pain. Unfortunately for him, he probably wouldn’t make it back to the bacta tank in time, which meant in a few hours he’s going to be in a world of hurt.
It had been nothing but difficult since he was a child but he supposed that he should be grateful that Sideous had seen it advantageous to save him, rather than leave him to the mercy of the sand people.
Sometimes though, Vadar had just wished that Sideous had left him to die with her. Living stuck inside of a suit so that he could survive might have been done with good intentions but Vadar found that he desperately wished that he could still touch things, feel them. He was stuck merely observing the world, unable to actually interact with it. He was stuck fighting a war he wished nothing more than to walk away from. But he owed Sideous his life. Until he’d completed his servitude he was stuck here.
Sometimes he thought that he wouldn’t ever complete the servitude. It was just another form of slavery. Except for this time, there was no Cliegg to save them. He wonder how the man was doing. He wondered if Owen was well if he’d managed to get permission to court Beru. He hoped so.
He hoped they’d left this miserable planet and never looked back so that he could blow it up without remorse.
He had been in the front lines, getting ready to lead an airstrike against the GAR when a well-placed detonator had been discharged. He’d panicked as he used the force a second too late, the bomb blowing up in the air and cracking the building that he’d been standing next to.
He’d woken dazed and confused. He was in so much pain he knew that he must be dying. Then he realized, blood running cold, that the sky above him was blue. It hadn’t been blue since he’d turned eight years old. With the mask that he wore the whole world was tinted red to protect what was supposedly left of his face from the sun.
He started to panic. His mask was broken. His skin was exposed to the air and the burning in his skin meant that he was dying. He’d very rarely been out of his armor but he knew from experience that unless he was in the confines of his room the air would kill him.
He started gasping, his body felt like it was on fire, his skin like it would just slide right from the muscle. He managed to get up and started to run. His mask was broken, a jagged piece stabbing at his cheek and he threw it off, realizing that it wouldn’t help him now.
Then his armor was slowing him down and it didn’t matter anymore so he shucked it off, hoping that if he got behind the lines soon enough they would be able to get him to a bacta tank. He was tired of the life he was living but he knew that he wasn’t ready to die yet.
He kept running as far as he could, the air hitting the skin of his face and hand feeling like sandpaper as he ran towards voices. He turned the corner and then immediately ducked behind a ruined building.
They were his army at all. Around the corner there were clones. If they found Anakin they would surely recognize his mangled body and he’d be dead. Instead, he ducked into the ruined building. He was going to die here, he realized.
He started to grab anything made out of cloth that he could. He didn’t know why but he wanted to hide in it. Maybe it would protect him long enough for someone to find him. He must have been bleeding somewhere because his thighs were soaked like they usually were before he went in the bacta tank to repair the skin that was permanently opening.
He managed to grab as much as he could and then he found the hole in the ground. He jumped down, laying out all of the cloth and then using the strength he had left to move a broken piece of the building on top of it, making sure that no one could find him.
After that, he couldn’t think. Everything hurt and he felt like he couldn’t breathe and his skin burned. There was more blood flowing from between his legs but he refused to look, keeping himself wrapped tightly in the blankets to try to keep the air off of his skin as much as he could.
It felt like hours before he heard things shifting above him. He tried to stay as quiet as possible. He heard something directly above him shift and then it was silent. He held his breath, aware that everyone was killing him anyway, burning his body from the inside out.
Then he heard as feet landed directly beside him. This was it, he was really dead. He felt tears start to fall down as his face as the pain became too much and his body started to ache in ways he’d never felt before. At least when he’d been forced to stay out of bacta after getting into trouble with Sideous he’d been in the protected air of his cabin. It had hurt but been manageable. This was awful and he knew there would be no putting him in bacta after two or three days of punishment.
“Hello there?” a voice asked, sounding cautious and Vadar wanted to scoff. As if he could be a danger to anyone right now.
He might as well get it over with. He pushed his head from his cover and looked up at the man. He was a Jedi, dressed in the creams and light browns that were standard for them but he was different than the others. Usually, the Jedi made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. This one had a weird air to him and it made something in Vadar’s chest settle.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“It hurts,” Vadar told him hoarsely, “It hurts so bad.”
Maybe the Jedi would take pity on him and kill him quickly. He’d always heard that they were merciful. Weak is the word that Sideous had always used and Vadar desperately wished that this man would be the same.
“It’s okay,” the man replied, “Do you have anyone I can call to come help you?”
Vadar realized that the man didn’t know who he was, hadn’t recognized his mangled face. He shook his head no and then he was unconscious.
He woke up to another man there talking to the first and he whined. Everything still hurt so bad. There’s no way they had enough equipment to save him.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” the man told him, stroking his cheek and Vadar realized that made it feel so much better. He wondered how he could convince the man to keep doing that. Maybe he knew of a cure that Vadar didn’t, “I know you are in a lot of pain but we’re going to try pain relievers, okay?”
Anakin listened as they talked amongst each other but he couldn’t pin anything solid down. Everything seemed fuzzy, the aches running through his body making it hard to concentrate and he was gushing blood faster now, completely soaking through his underclothes.
“What’s your name?” the man asked.
Vadar didn’t know what to say. What could he say that would keep him out of trouble. He certainly couldn’t tell the man what his name was but- but he wasn’t allowed to say his other name. It had died with his mother. That’s what Sideous had told him and he wasn’t in the business of angering the man.
“Please I know it’s difficult but I need you to talk to me if you want my help,” the man told him. He almost sounded like he was pleading but Vadar knew better. He was waiting for him to slip. It had to be a trap.
But he was in so much pain and the man sounded like he knew how to help. If it was a trap, it’s not as though he was in any worse of shape.
“I-it’s An-Ani,” he managed to croak out, “Pl-help.”
He didn’t punish him and he realized how desperately he’d missed hearing something as simple as his name. It wasn’t distorted by his mask either and sounded so smooth from this man’s lips.
“Okay, okay,” the man’s voice was soothing and his force presence seemed to wrap around Anakin’s instinctually, dulling all of the jagged edges that always seemed to rip him apart.
They were talking again but Anakin wasn’t sure about what. He heard the man say thank you and then he was looking back at him, “Just a few more minutes okay?”
It sounded like he was here to really help. Then the other man was gone and the Jedi was pulling at his shirt, gently guiding it over his head and anywhere his hands touched it felt like cool water against his burning skin. As he started to take of Anakin’s pants, Anakin began to help him, desperate to bare his skin to the man’s cooling touch.
Anakin’s body hurt and the man was pulling off his own shirt and Anakin realized that the more skin he had bared the more Anakin could press against it for relief. He started to drag the man’s clothes off of him.
“Please,” he begged, “Please make it stop.”
The man obviously knew how. All Anakin needed was for him to do whatever it was he had to do.
“Shh, shh,” the man soothed, “It’s okay. I know it’s a lot to handle but we’ll get you through this, okay?”
He began to drag his face against Anakin’s skin and his eyes rolled back into his head. Something about it made everything feel so much better, his skin cooling even as bled more. He wondered why the man hadn’t done anything about that yet.
“That’s it,” he said, nosing at Anakin’s neck, he hit something on it that had Anakin stretching his neck to give him better access.
Then his hands were everywhere and it felt amazing and Anakin was moaning as the heat of his skin slowed down even as the heat low in his stomach seemed to grow and he started to bleed faster. Even if he died he’d take the painlessness of this over any other situation any day.
“Can I kiss you?” the man asked him softly, face inches away from Anakin’s and Anakin shook his head yes.
He hadn’t been kissed since he was a child. The man pressed his lips against Anakin’s and Anakin realized he’d never been kissed like this. It felt amazing though and Anakin brought his arms to wrap around the man’s neck. Everywhere their bodies were pressed against each other had been soothed, even as his insides felt like they were on fire, and then the man’s hands were wandering down, dragging his hand through the blood between Anakin’s thighs. Anakin broke the kiss, looking down in between them at the man’s fingers, and realized that the liquid wasn’t blood at all. It was clear and thicker than blood and he looked at it curiously, reaching his hand down to touch the older man’s fingers.
“Yeah you’re creating quite a bit of slick,” the man told him and Anakin realized that must be the name of what it was.
“What’s it for?” he asked quietly, somewhere along the way it’d gotten infinitely easier to breathe and he wondered if he might already be dead. If he was, this was surely more than he deserved in the afterlife.
“Have you never done this before?” the older man asked him, looking surprised, “It’s not against your customs, is it?”
Anakin shook his head no quickly, afraid the man would pull away. How could he not see that Anakin couldn’t normally live outside of his suit?
“I’m usually covered,” Anakin told him, “To protect what’s left of my skin.”
“What’s left of it?” the man seemed confused and then he was pulling away, looking him up and down, “I assure you all of your skin is intact Ani, except perhaps your arm but I’d hardly call that all of it.”
Anakin looked down at himself for the first time and realized that the man was right. Besides his cybernetic arm, all of his skin was intact. Some of it was scarred but even then it was minimal and he realized with a jolt that Sideous had lied to him.
He could live out of his suit. His body was still intact. So why had he insisted on it? His body started to heat again and he pulled the man back down on top of him.
“Later,” he demanded, “First make the pain go away.”
“Okay, okay,” the man told him, “A bit pushy, aren’t we? Although I suppose I would be pushy in your position as well. The easiest way to ease it would be to knot you. Are you okay with that?”
Anakin was shaking his head before he finished his sentence. He didn’t care what the man had to do if he could actually make it hurt less. Anakin couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt the skin of someone against him, the contact was the best thing he could ever remember feeling in his life. He wanted all of it.
“Okay dear one,” the man told him, pressing back against him fully, “Then I’m going to open you up a bit and I’ll knot you, okay? That will make the aching go away for a while. Then we can see if you want to keep doing it, alright?”
The man’s hands were snaking in between his legs again and Anakin’s nerves lit up in pleasure as he pushed against his hole.
“Oh kriff,” he cursed as the man pressed a finger inside of him. Anakin had lied. This was the best thing he’d ever felt in his life and then he was gripping Anakin’s cock and he could have cried with just how amazing it was.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good,” the man told him as he worked his finger in and out of Anakin.
Anakin pushed back onto it, his back arching when the man pushed in two more fingers, widening inside of him and making all the nerves in his body light up. He could feel the pleasure shot up his spine and the man leaned back down again, kissing him hard as he worked over his cock and thrust his fingers in and out of him.
“Luckily you’re soaked,” the man told him, “It feels like you are already open enough if you feel like your ready.”
Anakin shook his head and then he was watching as the older man took his own cock and he was pressing it against Anakin’s hole and-.
“Wait!” Anakin yelled and the man immediately froze, searching his face.
“What? I’m not hurting you am I? Did you change your mind?” the man seemed so concerned for him that Anakin wanted to cry.
“I want to know your name,” he told him, “You know my name. What’s yours?”
“It’s Obi-Wan,” the man told him, “And you’re Ani.”
“Anakin,” he told him, “Please call me Anakin.”
“Anakin,” he breathed and then he was pressed against his hole again, “Is this okay?”
“Please,” Anakin pleaded, “Please Obi-Wan. ”
The older man shuddered and then he was pressing into Anakin and Anakin had lied again because this was the best thing he’d ever felt in his life. The ache inside him started to recede and all he could feel was the hot white pleasure sparking up his spine.
Then he was pressed completely inside of Anakin and Anakin was squirming under him because he wanted more. Kark, he needed more. Obi-Wan held hips and nudged him until they were wrapped around his waist and then he started to move and Anakin felt his eyes roll into the back of his head.
It felt better than anything Anakin had ever felt in his life and Obi-Wan continued his pace, stretching Anakin further than he knew he could go but every thrust in pushed against something that made his toes curl, and then something was catching at his entrance and he expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. The more it stretched him out the more the ache deep inside his gut seemed to ease.
Then the man took Anakin’s cock back into his hand and he let out a keen as the combination made his balls draw up and he was coming, whole body taut as his back arched and he spilled over his stomach. The aftershocks were still running through him when Obi-Wan pressed in one final time, stretching Anakin so wide that he thought he would break but then he was coming too and the feeling inside of him made every muscle in his body relax and the last of the flame lapping at his skin to extinguish.
“Yes that’s it,” Obi-Wan told him, running his hand through his hair, “That feels better, doesn’t it?”
“Feels so good,” Anakin murmured, body feeling heavy now that he was no longer in pain.
“You did so well,” Obi-Wan told him, “Why don’t you sleep for a bit? We are going to be tied together for a while?”
And Anakin didn’t need to be told twice, the world around him growing dark as the gnawing twinge of constant discomfort finally left his body.