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Much of the galaxy assumed that Jedi of species with things like secondary sexes simply didn't have them, perhaps a side-effect of their Force sensitivity, and the Order was quite happy to let that misconception continue. The truth was that a combination of medical suppressants, scent blockers, and daily meditation allowed them control over their biology.
Most of the time, anyway.
It was still considered healthy to let heats and ruts run their course once per standard year, but this was done within the privacy of a special wing of the Halls of Healing with either specialized droids, top-quality toys, or another Jedi to assist. Not even the Clone Commanders were told the real reason some of their Generals took a week incommunicado in the Temple in the absence of any known injury or illness. If Senator Amidala, herself an Alpha too, had disappeared with a mysterious illness for a few days coinciding with Anakin's last rut, well, Obi-Wan kept his suspicions to himself.
For his part, Obi-Wan knew full well he was overdue a heat, could feel the strain of holding it at bay during that portion of his daily meditation, knew that Bant would refuse to replace his slowly waning suppressant implant without him going through one first... but he was so busy, he simply didn't have time. Besides, what would he tell Cody? It was one thing to keep his secondary sex a secret by omission. He didn't like the idea of telling his Commander an outright lie about why he would be out of commission for a week. He sighed as he finished meditating for the morning, unfolded his legs, grabbed his cloak, and headed to the bridge.
Cody was already waiting, helmet under one arm, and he frowned slightly as Obi-Wan approached. "General," he nodded in greeting. "Are you alright? You..." He hesitated. "You look tired," he said, and something in his Force signature seemed to tell Obi-Wan that wasn't what he had originally been going to say.
"Thank you for that, my dear," he said dryly. "But I'm fine."
"Well... if you say so," said Cody, turning back to the viewport. "As you can see, we're just coming up on Aru Yan and its moon now. We should be able to head down to rendez-vous with Prime Minister Meyntark very soon."
"Good."
They didn't know much about the moon, but apparently it held some valuable resource, because the Separatists had started an extensive mining operation on it. The inhabitants of Aru Yan had reached out to the Republic to help save their only moon from this assault.
The native people of the planet were six-eyed humanoid reptilians with long, thick tails. Their Prime Minister greeted their arrival with a deep bow. "General Kenobi. We appreciate your swift arrival. Our moon has great cultural significance to my people, and it saddens us to see it desecrated so."
"Of course, Minister. We're happy to help."
A handful of Aru Yan accompanied them on the short flight to said moon. They turned out to be skilled warriors, helping Obi-Wan and the 212th make short work of the Separatist droids manning the mines before climbing the equipment and ripping it apart with bare claws.
The Jedi, meanwhile, was feeling increasingly -- well, not quite right. The moon was covered in unfamiliar low-lying flora, and a fungus that was particularly abundant had released some spores when he'd knocked onto one; with the battle over, he flagged down one of the nearest Aru Yan to ask, "That fungus. Is it dangerous at all, do you know?"
"Not to Aru Yan," they shrugged. "Don't know about humans."
"Ah, right. What is it called?"
They gave an answer in their native tongue, which Obi-Wan called a clone over to note down. He noticed what seemed like surprise in his Force signature. "Are you alright, Sir? You -- uh." The trooper cleared his throat. "I think we should get you back to the ship, General."
Oh, dear. He must be worse than he realized if it was that obvious. "Yes, I think perhaps you're right."
He couldn't help but notice that several of his men seemed uncomfortable on the transport back to Aru Yan, and to his surprise, Cody held out an arm to prevent him from disembarking to report back to Prime Minister Meyntark. "Let me handle this, Sir. You stay here. I'll be as quick as I can."
"Is it that bad?" he asked plaintively, but the Commander was already hurrying over with the Aru Yan warriors. He turned to Boil, sitting with the other troopers at the other end of the transport. "Do I look as though I'm on death's door or something?"
"Not exactly, Sir."
"Then what is it?"
"We can -- smell you," said Boil, and it clicked.
The fungus spores must have had some sort of hormonal effect, accelerating the deterioration of his suppressant implant.
He was beginning to go into heat.
Usually, when they had the implants removed, it took a few days for the hormones to reach heat or rut levels, but whatever was in those spores combined with having left it so long... Now it had been pointed out to him, he could feel the pre-heat in his body, and was sure that if the clones removed their buckets with their built-in scent blockers, he'd be practically salivating at the scent of Alpha in the air. Clones might have their more aggressive instincts and ability to go into rut edited out of their genetic sequence, but they were still Alphas.
"I -- I'm so sorry," he said, mortified, cheeks warm. "I think that fungus has affected my hormones."
"It's alright, Sir," said Wooley. "We'll be back on board the Negotiator in no time."
None of them brought up the fact that, to their knowledge, Jedi weren't supposed to have heats. Obi-Wan was grateful for that at least. And sure enough, it was only a few minutes before Cody was hopping back onto the transport and telling the pilot to get them back to the ship right away.
The short ride up through the atmosphere was excruciating. Obi-Wan couldn't make eye contact with any of his men. No one said another word until they docked and all the troopers except Cody hurried off the transport.
"General," he said awkwardly, "what would you, uh. How do you want to -- handle this?"
"I don't know," admitted Obi-Wan. "I've always spent my heats in the Temple, in the Halls of Healing. Always." He sighed, rubbing his temples. "This isn't supposed to happen. Blasted fungus -- but I left it too long, anyway, I don't suppose my implant would have lasted much longer regardless."
"How long?" Cody asked. He was taking the revelation that his Jedi General was secretly an Omega in stride.
"... Just before the war."
"Osi'kyr, General, that's nearly two years!" The Commander was still wearing his bucket, but his concerned shock was clear in his tone as well as the Force. "Aren't natborn Alphas and Omegas supposed to have a cycle every year?"
"Well, I've been busy!" Obi-Wan said defensively. "And the implant has held up until now."
Cody shook his head. "This isn't the time to argue about that. How long before it hits you properly?"
"I have no idea," he answered honestly. "I've never known a suppressant implant to fail like this. It usually takes a couple days to even get to this point after one is removed."
"Alright, so we should probably assume it'll progress pretty quickly this time. Do you want this to be kept from everyone else on board, as much as possible?"
"Please."
Cody sent a quick message to the others who had been on the mission to make sure they wouldn't say a word, then said, "Good thing we're heading back to Coruscant anyway, so you'll be able to get your implant replaced right after. I don't suppose you have any, uh, supplies on board?" he asked awkwardly, and Obi-Wan gave a slightly shaky laugh. He could already feel slick gathering at his entrance.
"Absolutely none, I'm afraid."
"Right. That's. That's unfortunate."
"Very."
There was a heavy pause.
"Is there -- is there anyone on board you would... well..." Cody trailed off, radiating discomfort, and Obi-Wan felt his face heat up further. Force, he must be redder than a Zeltron.
"I, ah, couldn't possibly ask that of anyone on board," he said. "You're all under my command, for one thing. It wouldn't be at all appropriate."
Cody sighed. "Will you be able to cope without anything?"
"I'm sure I'll manage," Obi-Wan lied. He wasn't sure at all. But he didn't see another option. Not one he could actually take, anyway, no matter how much he might long for it. "It might... take a bit longer, without, if I remember correctly. Never done it that way before, myself. But that's what they say."
"We'll be back to Coruscant in less than four days," Cody pointed out. "It will be difficult to keep this hidden if you're still in the middle of it then."
"That is true." Obi-Wan looked away. As his heat crept closer, he was becoming aware of Cody's scent even through the helmet's blockers. He'd smelt it before, a little, when he'd been close enough bare-headed; the clones all smelt pretty much the same when his implant was working, but now he was noticing hints that he felt sure were uniquely Cody, and oh, he suddenly wanted to reach over and pull that bucket off to take a proper deep breath of it. Bad idea, he reminded himself. Very bad idea.
"It's up to you," the Commander was saying. "But -- the offer is there."
Wait. Had he missed something? "What?"
"If you want help," he said, as though that didn't send blood rushing from Obi-Wan's burning cheeks all the way down to his cock. "I'm sure no one would consider it taking advantage of your position to ask. You've always recognized and encouraged our autonomy. We know we can say no."
Oh. Oh, of course, he wasn't specifically offering himself. Obi-Wan swallowed hard. "I --" He stopped, having no idea what to say.
"Osik, your heat scent is rising. We should have gotten you back to your room first. Anyone we pass is gonna smell you at this rate. Maybe we should go now, before it gets worse."
Obi-Wan really wished he would stop saying 'we'. It was making him think all kinds of things he shouldn't, especially in conjunction with the mention of his room. On the subject of his room, though, "I have -- scent blocker, half a bottle, in a grey bag in my refresher. It won't do much for long at this point, but if you could perhaps run and get it, it might allow me to then get there myself without drawing too much attention."
Cody nodded. "I'll be right back." He hurried off and Obi-Wan bit back the whine that threatened to escape his throat at the Alpha's departure.
He returned swiftly enough with the bag and passed it to Obi-Wan, who promptly sprayed half the remainder over his neck instead of the usual three squirts. "How's that?"
"Better."
"Well, let's give it another moment to fully absorb."
"Alright, but we should move soon," said Cody, and Obi-Wan wanted to whimper at his use of we again.
"You don't have to walk me back to my own quarters, you know," he made himself say, despite all his instincts clamoring at him to beg Cody to stay.
"Yes I do," Cody argued. "There are natborn Alphas on the ship. I don't want one of them getting too much of a whiff of you and forgetting how to think, scent blocker or no."
Dammit, Cody was acting protective, and Obi-Wan felt himself get wetter. "They're all on suppressants, and none of them have exposed themselves to hormone-triggering fungi. I'll be fine."
He sighed. "I'd still feel better if I accompanied you, Sir."
Obi-Wan really didn't have the willpower to argue right now. "Fine. Let's get going, shall we?"
"Wait," said Cody, and to Obi-Wan's mixed horror and delight, he pulled his bucket off. "I can't tell properly how strong your scent is with that thing on." His nostrils flared. "Ah. It's, uh, still pretty -- pretty noticeable, actually."
Obi-Wan groaned. Cody's unfiltered scent was heavenly. It was getting hard to think. The Commander was talking into his wrist comm, but he couldn't focus on his words, instead finding himself staring helplessly at the curve of his full lips, the bronze column of his throat disappearing into his blacks, the warm deep amber of his eyes... He tried desperately to direct his attention back to listening when those eyes met his once more. "...keep the hallways between here and there clear of other personnel, but not tell anyone who wasn't with us why. Might get some awkward questions later, but we can keep our mouths shut."
That was more than could be said for Obi-Wan, whose lips were parted and breath beginning to quicken. Kriff, this heat was coming on fast. "Alright," he managed to say, miraculously sounding at least somewhat more put-together than he felt. "Now, can we move?"
Cody held up a finger, listened to a response on his wrist comm, then nodded. "Come on."
To Obi-Wan's immense relief and disappointment, he put his helmet back on before they left the transport. It felt odd to walk through halls empty of all but the occasional trooper from the mission, buckets firmly on, standing guard and turning away the moment they noticed Cody and Obi-Wan. His skin was crawling with sweat now, his leggings uncomfortably damp and cock half-hard; he hoped to the Force it wasn't showing in the way he walked. Why did his quarters have to be so far from the hangar? Curse the size of these ships...
Soon enough, though, they reached his door, and Cody punched in the override code to open it. "Obi-Wan," he said urgently. "You're running out of time to make rational decisions. Do you want anyone to assist you? You know all the clones are Alphas, and there's no risk of triggering a rut because we can't, but if you'd rather one of the natborn officers --"
"Cody," he whined, despite himself. "I don't want anyone else."
The Commander stiffened beside him. "You want to try and handle this alone?"
"No, I want --" He caught himself just before saying you. "I mean. I'm sorry, Cody, I'm not -- I know I can't ask that of you, and I'm really not trying to, it's just -- damn hormones --"
"Obi-Wan," Cody breathed. "Are you -- will you let me help you?"
It felt like Obi-Wan's entire brain just ground to a halt in that instant. "I -- Cody. I couldn't possibly ask --"
"I'm offering," he interrupted. "I've been trying to offer this whole time, but I didn't want to -- put you on the spot, if you didn't want that. Stars, Obi-Wan, do you have any idea --" He cut himself off with an odd sort of choked noise. "I want to help. If you'll have me."
"If I'll --" As if it hadn't been taking all his willpower not to bare his throat to Cody ever since he took his helmet off back in the transport. "Please."
A slight tremor seemed to pass through Cody. "Are you sure?"
"Are you?" Obi-Wan countered.
"Yes." He didn't even hesitate. "Answer the question, Obi-Wan."
"Yes, I'm sure, Cody, please --"
Before Obi-Wan knew what was happening, Cody was pushing him fully into his quarters, slamming a hand on the panel to close the door behind them and yanking his bucket back off with the other, dropping it to the floor. Obi-Wan whimpered outright, knees weak. Cody grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in to breathe in lungfuls of each other's scent, and that was it, Obi-Wan was sure he wasn't going to have a single coherent thought again for quite a while.
After a moment, Cody pulled back to ask in a low, rough voice, "Can I kiss you?"
"Yes."
Immediately, he smashed their lips together, licking his way into Obi-Wan's mouth, and the Jedi groaned. Hands pushed his cloak from his shoulders then pulled their bodies flush together by his waist. His own hands were on Cody's cheeks, needing the skin contact he couldn't get anywhere else with a full set of armor in the way. "Cody," he whined again between kisses.
"I've got you," the Alpha assured him. "Better get those tunics off, hmm?"
Obi-Wan nodded, reluctantly letting Cody step back so they could each get themselves undressed. If he wasn't in heat, he'd want to take his time helping remove Cody's armor himself, but right now he just wanted them both naked as quickly as possible.
Despite his impatience, and all the plastoid plates Cody had to discard, Obi-Wan's fingers fumbled with his many layers so much that he was still in an undershirt and soaked leggings when brown hands covered his own and Cody, already out of his blacks, said, "Let me." Obi-Wan could only whimper and nod in agreement. Moments later, they were in their underwear, and each sporting very obvious erections.
Obi-Wan took one proper look at the impressive bulge now barely constrained by the single layer of fabric and dropped to his knees.
Cody made another choked off sound as Obi-Wan leaned in to practically nuzzle at his cock, mouthing over it. The Alpha's scent was concentrated here, too, though in a different way, mixed with the musk of arousal. "Kriff," he swore. "Obi-Wan, I -- I'm not sure that's actually going to help with your heat, you know."
"I don't care," Obi-Wan said. "I want to taste you."
Swearing again, Cody threaded a hand through his hair. "Yeah, okay."
Obi-Wan paused and looked up. "Is it? Okay, that is?"
Cody blinked down at him. "Osik, Obi-Wan, of course it's okay, fuck," he said. As if to prove his point, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. His beautiful Alpha cock sprang free and Obi-Wan moaned at the sight.
"Darling," he breathed, then started pressing open-mouthed kisses up its length. He basked in the grunts and gasps this pulled from Cody and the way his fingers tightened in Obi-Wan's hair. When he reached the tip, he made eye contact as he licked up the bead of precum gathered there, and saw how wide Cody's pupils were blown, simmering with lust. The sight sent another bolt of arousal through his own body and he whimpered again.
"Oh, sweetheart," Cody murmured, stroking his hair. "Do you want to move to the bed?"
Obi-Wan shivered at that. Force, yes, he wanted that, but at the same time -- "Not yet," he said stubbornly, wrapping a hand around Cody's shaft, and swirled his tongue around the head.
"Oh," Cody gasped. Obi-Wan smirked before opening wide to take as much as he could into his mouth. He couldn't fit much; Cody was big, deliciously so, and the thought of how well he would fill Obi-Wan's hole had him whimpering again. "That feels so good, Obi-Wan, look at you, fuck." The praise wound him higher still. He stroked his hand up and down the rest of the length and sucked eagerly, his tongue playing against the underside. "Mmf, cyare, if you keep that up too much longer -- don't wanna start me popping a knot before we've even made it to the bed, do you?"
Obi-Wan didn't respond immediately, but after a moment he slowly pulled off and sat back on his heels. "No," he agreed, slightly hoarsely. "Wouldn't want that."
"Alright then." Cody smiled down at him, looking fond, and held out a hand to help him back to his feet. He pulled him close and started kissing him again without hesitation, tugging at Obi-Wan's thighs to hoist him up with his legs around Cody's waist and carry him over to the bed. This effortless display of strength was so hot Obi-Wan felt like he was burning from the inside out.
When they reached the bed, Cody turned to sit down with Obi-Wan straddling his thighs, still kissing him deeply. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Obi-Wan's briefs which were, somehow, still on. "Time to get these off, yes?" he murmured against his lips.
"Most definitely."
Cody pulled them down over Obi-Wan's ass, then patted his thigh. "Unfortunately that does require you getting off my lap for a moment."
Obi-Wan pouted and huffed, but he knew Cody was right. He stood up, stepped out of the drenched underpants, and threw them in the general direction of the rest of his clothes on the floor before climbing quickly back to his previous position and tucking his head into the Alpha's neck. "Cody," he breathed happily. His hips were rocking without conscious thought, grinding against that gorgeous cock.
"Obi-Wan," Cody whispered back almost reverently, his nose pressed against the Omega's scent gland. Suddenly, he flipped him onto his back in the middle of the bed and loomed over him on hands and knees with a smirk on his face. Obi-Wan gaped up at him, chest heaving. One of Cody's hands trailed down his side, making him shiver, over his hip, then came to rest on his inner thigh. "Is -- is this okay? Can I prepare you, like this?"
Obi-Wan could only nod.
"Okay," said Cody, and pushed one thick finger into him.
"More," he moaned almost immediately, earning a low chuckle.
"Eager, are we?"
"Cody, please, I'm so slick already, you don't have to take it slow," he begged.
"It's still been a while for you," Cody pointed out, though he did add a second finger. "I want to make absolutely sure I'm not going to hurt you, Ob'ika." He crooked his fingers just right as he said that and Obi-Wan wasn't sure whether it was the physical stimulation or the use of the Mando'a diminutive of his name that made him practically howl. "Kriff, yeah, that's it, sweetheart, let me hear you." After a few more moments, he pulled his fingers out before pushing back in with three. "You're so open for me," he marveled.
"Told you," Obi-Wan panted.
Cody laughed again. "Yeah, I guess you did." He fucked his three fingers in and out at just the right angle and by the time he added a fourth, Obi-Wan was halfway to sobbing beneath him.
"Cody, Cody, Alpha, please, Cody, need you, need your cock, Alpha, Cody, please," he babbled helplessly.
Swearing, Cody rubbed his fingers against Obi-Wan's prostate once more before pulling them out. He sat back to spread the slick that now covered his hand over his cock. Obi-Wan's mouth watered at the sight, and without pausing to think about it, he found himself wriggling onto his front and tucking his knees under to present for his Alpha.
"Oh, oh, cyar'ika," Cody moaned at the sight. Obi-Wan felt the head of the Alpha's cock at his entrance and held his breath in anticipation. "Ready?"
So very ready, my dear, he would have said, if he was still capable of forming more than a select handful of words. Instead, he whined, "Please."
Cody pushed in and the Force around them sang with their satisfaction. "Fuck, Ob'ika, you feel perfect," he groaned. He gripped Obi-Wan's hips hard, pulled back, and began to thrust.
The moment Cody got the angle just right, Obi-Wan cried out, "Yes!"
"I know, cyare, I've got you, kriff, you're so beautiful like this, feel so good on my cock, so slick for me, so good, Ob'ika, such a good Omega for me."
He sobbed at the words, things that Cody would surely feel embarrassed by when the air was no longer thick with heat pheromones but that Obi-Wan just wanted to drink up from him forever. His whole body felt like a live wire as his beloved Commander fucked him perfectly. He could feel Cody's fingers digging into his hips and fervently hoped they'd leave bruises. The pillow beneath his head was streaked with tears of overwhelming joy and pleasure. He was just becoming aware of the added stretch as Cody's knot began to inflate when he heard,
"I'm gonna -- fuck, Obi-Wan, cyar'ika, can I knot you?"
You'd karking better, he thought, but again, all he could manage aloud was a strangled, "Cody, please!"
Cody moaned deeply. "Yeah, okay, I've got you, gonna knot you so good, baby." He released one of Obi-Wan's hips to reach under for his cock, as yet untouched but rock hard and steadily leaking precum. It took barely two strokes, combined with the relentless thrusts against his prostate and the feeling of Cody's knot swelling at his entrance, for Obi-Wan to reach his peak, trembling all over and spurting the small amount of cum that was all his little Omega cock ever produced.
"Cody!"
"Oh fuck, yeah, that's it, I'm here baby, I've got you, that was beautiful, incredible, I l--" Cody cut himself off with an indecipherable noise, hips stuttering, but quickly resumed his thrusts, shorter now as his knot caught, locking them together. "Obi-Wan, meshla, I'm --" He groaned as he came, buried to the hilt.
Obi-Wan moaned shakily on a long exhale. He felt... amazing. Cody's scent mingled with his like this, his cock knotted in his ass, it all felt so right.
"Are you alright, Obi-Wan?" Cody asked gently after a moment.
"Very," he said.
"Good. I'm going to move us onto our sides now, okay?"
He hummed in agreement. Soon they were comfortably spooned up together. The haze clouding his mind was dissipating in his post-orgasmic state, and it occurred to him to ask, "Are you alright?"
Cody huffed a soft laugh against the back of his neck. "I'm fine."
"Good." Apparently the heat haze hadn't quite left yet, because next he found himself saying, "I'm so glad you're with me here, my dear."
There was a pause, during which Obi-Wan realized what he had just said and was opening his mouth to apologize or deflect somehow, but then Cody said, so quietly he wasn't sure he'd heard right at first, "Yeah, me too."