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Obi-Wan really thought to be used to it by now. To the intoxicating smell of blood. After so many years as a vampire, he had smelled all kinds of blood and learnt how to resist its alluring call. Or so he believed, until that moment.
The door of the room he was standing in slid open and Obi-Wan was immediately overwhelmed by the most alluring blood-scent he had ever smelled. It almost seemed to call him and Obi-Wan found himself itching to drink it and had to stop himself from acting on it, as if he was in abstinence from a drug he still hadn't tried.
The door closed behind whoever had come in and the Jedi swore he could almost see the thick scent fill the room, making it hard for him to think of anything else than sink his fangs deep in the neck of whoever was emanating the heady smell and just suck until his thirst was sated.
He shook the thought away almost immediately. He would not lower himself to that, just a slave of his thirst, nor will he ever do something as uncivilized as to drink the blood directly from another living being with the risk of killing him.
He brought one hand up to his mouth feigning to stroke his beard in a thoughtful motion, while hoping to hide his fangs that were surely showing by now thanks to the strong odor and trying to shield himself a bit from the smell that had filled the room to the brim.
Somehow, the intensity of the scent only seemed to have increased.
“General, sir.” He turned towards the voice. A male human was standing in front of him, with many others behind his back, wearing what seemed to be a very heavy armor and standing at full attention.
Clones. My men.
Obi-Wan looked at them. He had already met some clones on Kamino and none of them had had such a strong blood-scent. Which meant it could not come from all of them , but just one person.
The man went on with his speech “Sir, this is the 212th Attack Battalion and I'm Marshal Commander CC-2224; we've been assigned to work under your command. Looking forward to work together with you, general.”
The Jedi decided that he couldn't focus on what the man was saying. Not while his brain was screaming at him blood blood blood. It definitely took him too much effort to formulate his answer.
“Well, gentlemen, I'm Mast-- general Obi-Wan Kenobi. It is a pleasure to meet you all. And please, stand at ease while talking to me. Now, commander, we have much to discuss, but let's have our conversation somewhere else, shall we?”
Please agree please agree please agr--
“Of course, Sir”
They went out of the room leaving the men to their own business and started to walk side by side towards the bridge of his new ship, the Negotiator.
“I don't mean to be rude, but do you have a name I can call you by? Something less... numerical?” However, the further they went from the room they were standing in, the more Obi-Wan felt pervaded by worry: the smell seemed to follow the two of them.
“My name, Sir?” the man asked, furrowing his brows. “Yes, it seems unethical to call someone by numbers, but of course I didn't mean to offend you in any way and if you preferred to be addressed to by your designation number I will do that.”
They arrived to the bridge. Except the two of them it was empty.
“No offense, Sir. It's just unusual for us clones to be asked if we, uh, have names, Sir.”
Oh. Oh no.
“My name is Cody, Sir.” “It's nice to meet you, Cody.”
It was his blood. The irresistable scent was his commander's blood.
It was going to be a very long war.
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At first, even staying in the same ship was hard. Obi-Wan could smell him everywhere, even if Cody was on the other end of the Negotiator.
Many of the first nights, he found himself walking through the alleys towards the commander's quarters, eyes red and bared fangs, and it took him every inch of his self control to turn around and come back to his room.
He tried to meditate through his fits of blood desire, but it seemed to only worsen his issue, making him focus mainly on the alluring scent.
During his years as a vampire, he had often felt the need to sink his fangs in the soft skin of some individuals, but he had always been able to control himself or focus on other things, even in the first days of his mutation. This was different.
He had learnt how people's blood had a different odor and taste, everyone had his unique scent, some more alluring than others, but no one's could be compared with Cody's.
The rations of blood the Jedi Order provided him weekly (Or monthly if he was very far), used to be far more than enough and, more than once, one bag could keep him going for weeks. However, now that he had smelled Cody, the blood the Order provided him was tasteless and seemed to not sate him. He desperatly tried to stop his cravings by drinking more blood from the bags, but he always felt unsated, as if he hadn't eaten at all.
Plus, during the day, since he couldn't control his hunger, his eyes often turned red and his fangs were almost always on display. There was no way his men hadn't noticed, but luckily no one seemed to pay it mind, they probably already knew about his peculiar condition and trusted him not to suck all their blood from their veins.
The situation was much worse when he and Cody were in the same room, thing that happened quite often considering Cody was his second in command. Obi-Wan totally spaced out from whatever they were doing and all of his attention went instead to the commander's neck, more specifically on his pulse point. It didn't matter how far the two of them stood, he could hear the rhythmic sound of Cody's heartbeat echoing in his head, could smell the irresistable and intoxicating scent of his blood and he could see the tender point he craved to bite, to sink his fangs into and just loose himself in Cody's taste.
At that point the only thing that grounded him was pain. Physical pain. Sometimes he bit his tongue, other times he clenched his fists so hard his nails pierced his skin, he had also hit himself with the Force once or twice. And, thanks to his accelerated regeneration (one of the few perks of being a vampire), he managed to do so avoiding the medbay (Or worse, Bones) after.
The worst part, however, was the aftermath of a battle, when his adrenaline ran high through his veins and his instinct told him to kill and drink and to sate his cravings. That's why he immediately headed towards his tent, or room, or wherever he kept his blood rations and drank until the adrenaline abandoned his body and he felt more in control of himself.
There was also another problem, one that he had never faced in all his years as a vampire: possessiveness. He knew that vampires were very territorial creatures when it came to their preys, but he himself had never felt the urge to keep a “prey” for himself; but with Cody he did. Whenever a nat-born or another Jedi spoke to his commander or stood near him during a meeting, Obi-Wan found himself wanting nothing more than to kill the unlucky person, tearing him apart and show them that Cody was his prey.
In the end he always managed to not murder anyone, but he always moved closer to his second in command or stood between him and the other person, glaring at them.
In the battlefield it was even worse. He tore to pieces more than one droid because they were too close to his commander, his mind screaming mine mine mine; and he even used some of his peculiar abilities (that he had always refused to use) to help him if he was in danger.
Cody on the other end, seemed to not notice his strange behavior, never once commenting on the general's red eyes or exposed fangs, keeping their discussion strictly professional. He turned out to be very efficent in everything he did and they worked well together in any field, from strategies to battlefields they were the best of the best.
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Luckily, since they passed together the majority of their time, things started to get better with the passing of time. Cody's scent was always alluring and intoxicating, but Obi-Wan learnt how to control himself around him even creating some shields with the Force that kept him from smelling the smell of his blood; the rations the Jedi Order sent him were still tasteless and did not sate him, but he stopped to consume them as fast as he did (except when he had his fits); the commander's proximity to anyone who wasn't him or a vod still annoyed him, but he just got closer to Cody and stopped to glare at whoever was close to him.
Their relationship also improved and they became much more than just general and commander, being the highest in rank on the ship they had to be the men's rocks, never showing their pain or tiredness, but with one another they could just... let go. In the beginning it had been a difficult step for Obi-Wan, being alone with Cody somewhere, but he managed, shielding himself from the scent with the Force.
They even begun to do their paperwork in each other's company, sitting at Obi-Wan quarters' table, Cody's smell filling the room, exchanging ideas about strategies or battles or sometimes just talking.
Obi-Wan enjoyed the time they passed together, Cody was smart, trustworthy and competent, three qualities he really appreciated. What he did not enjoy was the utter Hell he passed after the commander left his room.
When he was ready to go to sleep, he lowered the shield he created with the Force when he was around the commander.
His room was impregnated with the smell of Cody's blood.
He could smell him everywhere. Even on his bed, on his pillow. It made him feverish with desire, his eyes going totally red, his fangs sliding out of his gums and his dick hardening so fast it was almost painful. He got on the bed and groaned, pressing his nose against the pillow inhaling and smelling--
Him.
His blood.
He moaned, thrusting his hips against the bed, the friction against his cock feeling exceptionally good while the scent of Cody's blood filled his nostrils. He rutted against the bed, his face pressed against the cushion, pretending it was his commander's neck he was smelling, opening his mouth and picturing his pulse point right under his teeth, only his skin keeping him from drinking him, from sating his thirst.
He quickened the pace of his thrusts and moaned, biting the pillow, fangs piercing the fabric and he imagined the moan Cody would make, knowing well what a vampire's bite could do to his prey to keep it from escaping, and--
He always came like that: rutting against the bed, inhaling Cody's scent and imagining to sink his fangs in his commander's neck.
In the aftermath of his orgasm, when some sense came back to him, he always felt a wave of shame wash over him for coming thinking about hurting his commander, but he couldn't help it.
#
Even if now Obi-Wan had learnt some tricks to be around Cody without risking to bite him, there were still some things he couldn't do.
He'll never forget that time in which the commander shielded him from a shot and got hit in his place. Obi-Wan destroyed the droid immediately and then crouched next to Cody. He was bleeding. The Jedi's Force-shield was up, but the heady smell of his blood was so strong that he could smell him a bit anyway and-- oh how good that bit smelled.
He would have probably surrendered to his desire for blood if the medics hadn't arrived so fast to take Cody to a safer place.
Obi-Wan felt so ashamed for not having helped but instead having thought about draining more of his blood away from his body after he had just saved his life. And he couldn't even enter the medbay to thank him or visit him to ask him how he felt, not without risking to drink the blood of all the people in there, the medbay was, after all, the place in which the smell of blood was stronger in the whole ship.
For the Jedi, not being able to visit his men (especially Cody) while they were hurt was really hard, and he felt so bad for not being able to do so, even if everyone told him it was no problem and when he mentioned the fact to Cody he answered saying something that meant “We know you are doing it to avoid to drink all of our blood so don't worry”. Even so, he felt like he was not complying to his role as a general.
Except those “few” things, the relationship between the vampire and the commander developed without any problem.
Until now.
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Cody's pov
During the period in which they had to be assigned to a Jedi general, there was only one fear among the clone commanders: to end up with Obi-Wan Kenobi, the vampire Jedi.
During their training on Kamino, in fact, they had been taught how to kill all of their enemies, the Separatists, which included, of course, the Sith, evil beings that fed themselves with human blood and could turn a person into one of them by releasing a special venom from their fangs when they bit their prey. If such individual was considered worthy.
So many of the vode were scared by the idea of working with someone that could turn them into monsters or suck all of their blood, and the commanders didn't want to work in such a close contact with one of those things they had been trained to kill.
No one wanted to work with Kenobi, except one.
Cody actually wanted to be assigned to Kenobi. He had read his dossier and had thought he was probably the best general one could have asked for. He had been bitten and turned to a vampire by Dooku's assassin, Ventress to save some kids that had been attacked, by throwing himself against the enemy, careless of the damage he could suffer. Apparently, Ventress' intent had been to kill the Jedi by exsanguination, but had instead ended up turning him because she still hadn't known how to use her “abilities”.
In Cody's opinion a worthy leader should always be ready to put himself in danger to save the others, also in his same situation, he probably would have acted as the Jedi did: sacrificing himself to save the others. If Kenobi would have looked after Cody's men, his brothers, the same way he had done with those kids, then he wouldn't have chosen anybody else to work with.
When the 212th got assigned to general Kenobi, Cody had actually felt a bit nervous about meeting him. He had once again looked over to all of the books he had asked to study to be prepared to this meeting: Jedi's traditions and their Code, lightsaber combat techniques (because what if his general asked him to spar?) and vampires' data.
The moment he entered the room in which the Jedi stood all of his fears and worries disappeared. The man was beautiful. He was breathtaking, just standing there, looking in front of him stroking his beard in a thoughtful motion. Cody had read about the fact that vampires' eyes turned red when they were hungry, he had also seen it during many simulations, but he watched absolutely mesmerized as the Jedi's eyes shifted color passing from a deep blue that reminded him of Kamino's sea during (those few) sunny days, to a bright red.
The commander knew he should have probably felt scared by his reaction, but for some reason he did not. He felt safe. He cleared his throat and introduced himself.
They were going to work well together.
And they did. Kenobi really exceeded Cody's expectations: not only he was a great and trustworthy general, but he treated Cody and his brothers like men and not just like tools created to fight a war. He actually cared about them. He asked all of their names, refusing to call them using numbers; he was always open to suggestions and asked for their opinions; he fought among them in the frontline, protecting them as best as he could; he listened to them and always did his best to solve their problems, even if he had to sacrifice himself.
He was the best general a clone could ever ask for. And he was not the only one thinking that: all of the 212th admired the general and would have done anything to protect him.
The fact that he was a vampire really didn't affect them and if they hadn't known, it would have been hard to tell that he was one: he always ate by himself in his quarters, he never tried to attack any of them and he never used his special abilities, unless it was necessary (Cody will never forget his general's speed when during a battle he had been in danger and the Jedi saved him).
Still there were some things that reminded them of his nature: for example Cody almost never saw him with blue eyes, some of the vode said they often saw the natural color of his eyes, but every time he and Cody met, the general's eyes were red or turned red.
Also, the general never put a foot inside the medbay, fact that had saddened him more than once and it didn't matter how many times Cody told him the men understood that he couldn't come in to visit and that they didn't mind, Kenobi still felt bad for not visiting them.
Anyway, they soon became much more than just commander and general, they became each other's rock, friends, even. If someone had asked him before he met the general, he would have never imagined he could ever have a friend, outside his brothers; so when the general first asked him, in the privacy of the vampire's quarters, to call him Obi-Wan when they were alone, he almost had an heart attack, choking on the caf he was drinking.
With the passing of time they did more and more things together and were always side by side on the battlefield, fighting the droids and protecting his- no their men. That's why they were the last ones to get in one of the escape pods of the ship when Grievous took it, to be sure that everyone escaped and to initiate the self-destruction on the ship.
And then it is just the two of them in the confined space of the escape pod, adrift, and without any blood ration for the general.
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Obi-Wan's pov
It was a problem. Being stuck in a small place with the thing he craved the most was a huge problem. In that moment he had his Force shield activated, but he will need to lower them at some point, and then-- no he didn't want to think about that, surely someone will find them soon enough--
But his hopes dashed when the commander said “Communication system seems to be broken, sir, it could take them a while to find us.” Cody sighed “Just our luck.”
“I have a bad feeling about this, my dear.”
And he was right. After about a couple of hours in the escape pod he learnt something new: apparently his Force shield was not strong enough to keep the blood scent away from him if it became too strong and-- well after two hours inside such a small place with no vents for air exchange, the place had been filled with the heady scent.
Luckily his commander distracted him by starting a conversation about some shenanigans some of his men once pulled and Obi-Wan also told him some stories about Anakin's troublemaker career.
When it was time to eat Cody took some of the rations that were on board and asked him if he wanted anything. He declined. He could smell Cody's blood almost mormally by then, and he started to get-- distracted. He couldn't help but watching the movements of his neck while he ate the ration, stopping his gaze on his pulse point and finding himself focusing on it, thinking about the blood that run in there, his ears zoning out from whatever Cody was saying and focusing instead to the steady rhythm of the commander's heart; oh how good it would feel to taste the red liquid that called to him oh so sweetly... even just a drop--
“General? Are you alright?” Cody's voice took him out of his trance. The first thing he noticed was how close they were.
Dangerous.
He immediately went to the furthest wall from Cody. Had he seriously zoned out that much? Just one more step and he would have--
“General?”
“Yes, Cody. My apologies, it would seem I'm more tired than what I thought. We both should probably rest.” And hope they find us before I do something we'll regret.
He thumped his head against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to release some of his desire in the Force, and only then he noticed how tight his leggings had become, a wet patch already forming on the fabric-- he moved his focus again, trying to fall into meditation and praying the Force to send someone soon.
When he opened his eyes, at least five hours later, he felt like shit. His hands were trembling, his mouth was dry and he felt dizzy. He took a deep breath to calm himself, but it only made things worse, the heady scent making him high with need and desire.
He turned his head and looked for something to distract himself with from his hunger and the raging erection he was sporting. His eyes landed on Cody, who was currently busy controlling something on the pod's console.
“Any luck with the communication system?” Obi-Wan hoped his voice did not sound as desperate as he felt. The commander turned towards him “No, still nothing, but-- sir, are you feeling alright? You look pale.”
“Well, my dear, being pale is quite normal for individuals such as myself--”
“No, I meant, you are.. way paler than usual, sir.” The Jedi knew exactly what Cody was referring to. He was hungry. Usually when he had one of his fits when he craved Cody's blood the most, he closed himself in his room and drank from his blood rations until his cravings passed, but now that he couldn't do that his body was becoming desperate.
But he couldn't tell that to his commander “I don't know what you are talking about, it's probably just the lights making me look paler--”
“You're lying.” Cody interrupted him “I can see your hands trembling and your pupils are dilated; not to mention the fact that your irises are red and your fangs are out. You are hungry aren't you?”
Yes his brain whispered to him yes I'm so hungry, I want – need - your blood so bad-- “No,it's just that--” the clone quirked a brow giving him a disappointed look and he couldn't lie anymore. “Yes, but-- it's fine.”
Cody didn't answer, he just looked at him for what felt like forever before he begun to unclasp his upper armor plates. “What are you doing?” still no answer “Cody?”
“You need to eat”
“What? A-absolutely no.” his good sense told him to stop his commander, but the more armor Cody removed, the stronger the scent became and his mind started to get really clouded, the only thing he could think about was Cody... his blood, the way he was offering himself to him--
Finally out of his armor, the clone removed his upper blacks, finally getting rid of the last thing that covered the point that Obi-Wan craved the most, the smell of blood so strong and--
His Force-shields crumbled. He blacked out giving in to temptation just for a second, only one, and found himself straddling his commander's lap, his face in the crooks of Cody's neck just-- just smelling him and oh he moaned wantonly, feeling high on his scent, wanting nothing more than to just give in and bite him but--
“C-Cody-- please-- I can't-- you don't know--”
“I know, I read everything about vampires and their bites. I know it could turn me int one of them, if you released your poison, I know you could drink all of my blood and kill me and I know about the-- arousing effects it causes. It's ok. I trust you, Obi-Wan.”
I trust you, Obi-Wan.
That was all he needed; he could not take it anymore. He opened his mouth and licked a long stripe on the side of his neck, teasing them both, feeling Cody suppressing a moan his throat; he moved his lips to the commander's pulse point, sucking the skin in his mouth, still not biting, wanting to savor every moment, his animalistic side suggesting him to wait until the man begged to be bitten--
But he couldn't wait that much longer, his fangs already grazing the soft skin on Cody's neck, stopping right on the pulse point, where most of his blood was, and he finally, finally, bit him, slowly piercing his skin with his fangs, hearing a soft gasp from his commander, and started sucking.
As the first drops touched his tongue, he felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over him, his eyes rolling back, and he groaned, the sound muffled by the commander's neck, coming untouched from the taste of Cody's blood. He kept sucking and drinking him, getting high on its taste, his mind completely shutting down, instinct taking over and telling him to just keep sucking.
Obi-Wan absentmindedly noticed the moans and pleas of his name coming from Cody and felt the commander's erection against his ass and he was suddenly overwhelmed by the need to make him come, the clone's blood working on him just as an aphrodisiac and making him hard again. He began to move his hips back and forth, rubbing their dicks together and Cody started to moan wantonly, pleading him to just “don't stop, keep drinking his blood because it felt so karking good” and Obi-Wan was drunk, drunk on his commander's blood, finally sating his thirst, his cravings, his lust.
He could feel Cody's cock twitching as the commander came, screaming his name - his and no one else's – and Obi-Wan couldn't help but come again as he felt Cody harden again (surely because of the bite) and beg him to never stop; and he wanted nothing more than to just comply the clone's request but--
The Force was suddenly screaming at him stop, danger, stop, death and he regained enough sense to understand that he was killing him, killing Cody, but it felt so good and Cody himself was begging him to not stop, but he couldn't do it, didn't want to kill him--
With great effort he managed to release his commander and get as far as he could from him, biting his own hand to keep himself from biting Cody anymore. Sweet, caring Cody who was currently breathing hard and so terribly pale, barely conscious and yet still asking for him to keep drinking his blood because of the bite effect and--
“Master do you copy?”
Anakin.
He ran to the consol and tried to answer, asking for medics before remembering that their communication systems were broken and he couldn't do anything, anything at all and he started to panic because Cody was dying and it was his fault--
He felt the pod being pulled in the ship by the tractor beam
“Don't worry Master, we have found you.”
#
Obi-Wan watched Cody through the glass. He laid on one of the medbay's cot still unconscious, his skin complexion so white and feeling so weak in the Force. Bones said that the commander was going to be alright and just needed some rest and to eat, but Obi-Wan didn't feel any better. He had caused that. Cody trusted him and he had almost killed him, not to consider the fact that he had basically taken advantage of him.
He felt sick, he couldn't look at his commander anymore, eyes filling with tears. How could he ever work with Cody again after what he had done? Would Cody even want to keep working with him?
He went back to his quarters, locking himself in there, where he was sure he wouldn't hurt Cody or any other of his men anymore.