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“This is looking to become most uncivilized.” It was said with a grimace, the man somehow remaining very calm for an omega on the brink of a full heat, let alone one being held against his will.
“My child, I do not want harm to come to you,” Tyranus practically coo-ed, which seemed to almost amuse the captive man, Master Kenobi if Jango remembered correctly. In his defense, at the time he was more concerned with getting the Jedi out of his quarters as soon as possible when he was first introduced to the now captive man.
“I can tell,” he glanced pointedly at the force inhibiting cuffs and the beam keeping him in place, “very considerate of you, but I do have work to do now. I would be most appreciative if you let me be on my way.”
“Ah yes, you have been busy, I admire your work ethic, your determination is impressive. Unfortunately, I must stop you here...unless you would be interested in a...proposition….”
The captive man pulled a face, “while I am flattered, I must decline.”
“No, that is not what I am suggesting. That being said, I do not dispute that you have grown to be a beautiful specimen. I am sure you have attracted many an alpha from your good looks alone.” And for the first time Tyranus acknowledged Jango, gesturing for him to step forward into the light. “I believe you have met my acquaintance.”
The captive man nodded, his nostrils flaring the only acknowledgement that he was affected by the alpha’s presence, “we’ve met.”
“Yes, very clever of you, finding Kamino. There were doubts.”
“I am wounded you doubted me.” Sweat was beginning to bead up on the captive’s forehead, and yet he still remained otherwise aloof, at least in his appearance. He knew the man must have been on the brink of desperation, having been doused with heat drugs hours ago. It was a common and barbaric practice employed by the Geonosians to weaken their combatants, and he found the practice distasteful to say the least.
He reasoned that the man must be using the force in some way to dampen the effects of the drugs. No normal omega would be able to withstand the drugs for this long before giving into the need that was surely surging within him.
“Not me, but that conversation is for a different time. I can see you are beginning to be affected. I assure you this was not my plan.”
“And yet, here I am,” the man had the nerve to smile and as much as he hated Jettise as a whole, he was impressed by this one’s impassiveness even while he was no doubt struggling to remain calm. At this point the sweat was beginning to drip down his face, collecting in a pool at the base of the man’s neck before continuing down under his robes.
“If you would agree - if you would put your trust in me, there is an evil at play here far greater than you could imagine Obi-Wan,” Tyranus took a small step forward, his hands out to show he was not intending to touch the man, “if you joined me and we worked together, we could put a stop to it.”
“Why me? Why not go to the council with these so-called concerns?”
Tyranus grimaced, crossing his arms behind his back, “you are naive in your devotion to the council because you have not been faced with their fallacies, but they grow ever more worrisome. Their decisions lately have been deplorable, they have allowed themselves to be corrupted, and it will lead to their downfall.”
“Says the fallen jedi Master.”
Tyranus only smiled tightly, glancing quickly over to Jango and giving him a nod. “I see you will not be agreeable today, it is a shame Obi-Wan, I had hoped we could reunite and continue our legacy under a new order.”
For the first time Jango saw actual emotion on Obi-Wan’s face as the man glared at the Count. “And where were you when I needed someone ten years ago after my Master died in my arms?”
The Count did not respond, instead he turned to Jango solemnly, this had not been previously discussed between them as Tyranus had been confident he could get the Jedi to follow him. “Do what you must. The Geonosians want to see him executed in the arena at midday tomorrow. Whether it happens here or in an arena - makes no difference to me.”
Jango could tell the man was lying, it was obvious that this Obi-Wan meant something to the Count, and the first hope of discovering a weakness against the man was welcomed. “As you wish. Disposal is extra.”
The Count waved him off and went to exit the room, but Obi-Wan called out, “thanks for the hospitality Grandmaster. It was lovely as always, even under such auspicious circumstances.”
Jango didn’t even understand how the man was able to speak so eloquently while in the midst of heat, and a part of him was impressed again by the man’s fortitude. Then again, he knew how stubborn the man was after their brief fight, and then his continued failure to be killed during their space battle as well.
The Count stiffened but ultimately continued walking away, ignoring the bound man and leaving Jango to deal with him. Normally Jango prided himself on his self control, but even he found it difficult not to take a deep breath of the intriguing, mouthwatering scent that was pouring itself off the man.
The man was taking deep breaths, evidenced by the motion of his chest as he stared intently at Jango, stalking his every movement. A begrudging respect was building for the man, first at his proficiency in hand to hand combat, then at his ability to fly, and of course now, his unwavering self control.
And as much as he hated the force-wielders on principle, he didn’t condone the use of heat or rut accelerants, such tactics were underhanded even for the most brutal of warriors. The man’s designation wouldn’t deter Jango from ending his life, but it would make him prevent the man from being taken advantage of or continuing to suffer from the effects of an unwanted heat.
“I am going to get you down from there - I am unarmed so do not try anything.” It wasn’t true, he had his hidden weapons concealed but Tyranus had been clear that any visible blasters needed to be kept from the room - untrusting that the Jedi would stay contained.
“Normally that would be a comfort but coming from you, being unarmed doesn’t really matter does it?”
He smirked, “you would do well to remember that Jedi.”
“Unfortunately I have a feeling I will not be remembering much of anything in a few minutes. Whatever was injected into me is causing my normal symptoms to be triple what is typical.” Again, it was a marvel the man was still able to hold a conversation and hadn’t resorted to provocative begging.
“Lucky for you the Geonosians do not go for humans.”
“Then I really must apologize now, while I still have my mind straight.”
Jango paused from turning off the controls for the force inhibitors and beam. “What are you apologizing to me for? If it’s for the atrocities your people have caused - save your breath.”
“As you pointed out,” Obi-Wan took a moment for a deep breath, his calm demeanour fading quickly the closer Jango got to him, “the Geonosians do not favor humans, and Dooku has already rejected me, the only viable option in the vicinity to my knowledge,” he took another breath and licked the sweat that had dripped down to his upper lip, which really shouldn’t have been alluring to Jango, “...is you.”
Jango laughed, heartily, which was unexpected because he rarely laughed when outside the presence of Boba. Was this fool implying that Jango would be the one to see him through his heat? The idea was ludicrous. Sure, the man was objectively attractive, almost pretty with his large eyes and challenging demeanour - but any positives were outweighed by the man being the very thing that Jango had swore to eradicate from the face of the galaxy. The very reason he had agreed to have himself cloned was to get rid of all Jetiise and this one though he would sleep with him?
“I am not an option.”
The man’s body slumped, as much as it could while still being restrained, and he nodded. “You are rejecting me then, yes?”
“Do you really think I want you?”
“I don’t think you will have a choice - my scent is permeating everything, I am impressed you are still so calm but I have a theory that the beam is keeping some of the scent contained. Once it is unlocked you will be-”
“I think I can control myself, especially from the likes of you.”
“Such flattery,” the man groaned, tipping his head back, the sweat practically pouring off of him, completely soaking his robes and increasing his scent even more, “I am sure normally that is true- but whatever they injected me with will send you into rut.”
Jango paused, his hand hovering over the release button, considering the man’s words.
“The only way to save yourself is to reject me now, otherwise I will take advantage of you, whether either of us want it or not.”
And the idea that he would let any Jedi take advantage of him was so ridiculous, he rolled his eyes- the arrogance of the Jetiise is the reason Jango was known as the Jedi Killer across the galaxy., “You always think you know everything. I think I can handle myself.”
The man’s eyes went almost comically wide as he saw Jango reach towards the button. “Wait-”
But Jango had already hit it, the beam disappearing and the man slumping down, lamely catching himself as he fell to his knees on the small dias. Almost instantly, and before Jango could even fully process what was happening, he was in the man’s personal space, his hands running all over him.
“You,” he gritted out, his jaw clenching hard as he tried to reign in all of the animalistic things his brain was telling him to say to his potential mate. “I am,” he cut off again, this time with a deep growl as he grabbed the man by the nape of his neck and pulled him closer. It was undeniable, his brain was beyond rational thought and logic, but one thing he was able to realize was that he was most certainly going into rut.
He licked a long stripe up the man’s neck, tasting the sweat that had been so distracting to him earlier - the sensation making him shudder in near-ecstacy.
The man in his arms purred in response, his head practically nuzzling Jango as he tried to get closer. “I told you,” he moaned out weakly, sniffing at Jango’s neck as Jango hauled him up to his feet so he could better grab him.
Jango easily threw him over his shoulder, his mind blanking further, but recognizing that this was not a safe environment and he needed to get him and his mate to safety. The only thing he could think about was his ship, his ship was safe and it had Boba in it - Boba was capable of keeping him and his mate safe until they were satiated.
He ignored the way the man was rubbing himself against Jango’s shoulder, the position putting his round backside dangerously close to Jango’s face, the scent of the already running slick caused him to let out a low growl as the source was so tantalizingly close to him. With a deep growl he stalked out of the containment room with his prize, dazedly grabbing his discarded blasters on the way.
He then stalked towards his ship, heat-drunk omega on one shoulder as he snarled at any Geonosian stupid enough to look his way.
He had enough of his head left to call to Boba as he ran up the ramp of their ship, depositing Kenobi on the too-small cot in Jango’s room with a growled, “don’t move.” And then quickly sliding the door shut and turning towards his amused looking son.
“What’s going on Buir, are we kidnapping the jetii? Are we killing him so that no one finds Tipoka City?”
The rut was clouding Jango’s senses and he had to remind himself that this was his ad and not some random threat to his potential omega. Boba wasn’t going to actually harm the omega. He didn’t need to protect the omega from Boba. His brain was not cooperating with him, and he had to blink several times to remove himself from the rut-driven mindset.
“Boba,” his voice was husky, gravely from growling repeatedly, and he would need to be quick with this- he doubted he would be able to continue speaking for much longer. “I am in rut, I need to take care of the omega.”
As if sensing that he was being talked about, Kenobi let out a deep moan, loud enough to be heard through the closed door and Jango’s mouth watered imagining what he was doing in there to elicit such a noise he was probably naked by now, preparing himself for Jango to mount him, to shove his-
“Buir?”
He shook his head and focused back on Boba. “I need you to guard the ship Boba.” It was hard for him to think rationally, but a part of him recognized that he needed to do this to protect both his son and the omega - even if he was a damn jedi. “Do not let anyone on, no matter what they say. The Geonosians drugged the omega, he’s more,” potent, alluring, mouthwatering - none of which he could say to his son, “attractive to others and I need you to make sure he stays safe.”
Jango paused, breathing heavy as he fought his body’s natural urge to break down the door to his room and ravish his mate. “I won’t be able to help- I am counting on you.”
Boba nodded seriously, “of course Buir, I will protect you and your omega.”
Jango patted him once on the shoulder, grasping firmly, pride welling in him at how competent and brave his ad’ika turned out. “Good man.” He turned his back on his boy and went back towards his door, “and don’t come in here Boba- remember our discussion on clan territories?”
Boba nodded, narrowing his eyes, but Jango continued before he could start on his no-doubt endless questioning, “I am going to see my room and the omega as my territory and no one- not even you can enter. Understood?”
“I won’t enter your room,” Boba said quickly, even though Jango was pretty sure he didn’t fully understand.
“Thanks son,” he said before quickly entering his room and shutting the door, knowing they were in Boba’s capable, albeit young, hands.
As he predicted, by this point Kenobi was splayed alluringly across Jango’s small cot, his eyes still sharp even though his hair was drenched in sweat, his cheeks and his chest were flushed,, and his breathing was laboured. Jango was as force null as one could be - but even he could taste Kenobi’s desire, his pure need in the air.
“By all means,” Kenobi panted, “take your time.” And the statement would have been more impactful if Kenobi hadn’t sounded absolutely wrecked.
If Jango hadn’t been in rut, if he had his full mental capacity, he would drag this out- tease the omega until he could do nothing but moan and whimper, too pleasure drunk to do anything else. He would make sure his world revolved around Jango and Jango alone. He almost cursed the fact that he was in a rut and that soon this would turn purely instinctual, Kenobi and himself practically reduced to animals from the raw need alone....
Then again, if he hadn’t been in a rut he would never allow himself to share his cot with a Jedi, even one as pretty as Kenobi.
Jango began removing his armour, trying to be as careful as he could even though all he wanted to do was rip it off, jump into bed, and wipe that smug look off of Kenobi’s face. Kenobi obviously grew impatient and Jango watched, his breath skipping, as Kenobi’s hand began trailing down his own chest, lightly rubbing his nipples and then further down along his abdominal muscles.
And even though Kenobi’s shape had been hard to determine, hidden under all of those robes, it was clear now that the omega had a healthy and strong body. There was thick muscle evident, and while he wasn’t cut and defined like the holo-drama stars, his body radiated strength. At the same time, the man looked long and lithe in a seductive way, stretched as he was across the cot. Even with the muscles, if Jango hadn’t previously fought against the man he would not expect him to be such a capable fighter.
Jango shook his head to focus and let out a warning growl as Kenobi’s hand drifted lower, “stop that.”
Kenobi glared up at him defiantly, hand paused for the moment. “Or what?”
Jango removed his leggings and his undershirt - the last of his clothes, and narrowed his eyes as his muscles involuntarily tensed for a fight. His head was swimming, drowning in Kenobi’s raw, and needy scent - but his instincts told him that the omega was both a flight risk and challenging him.
“Or I’ll make you,” his voice was lower than ever before and he drew out each word so that Kenobi would practically feel the intent behind them.
Kenobi licked his lips, his hand moving slightly down even despite Jango’s warning, “I guess you’ll have to make me then.”
Jango pounced.
***
It was not his first time waking up in an unfamiliar bed, not by a long shot. But it had been a while, especially once Anakin was old enough to take notice. Qui-Gon had never cared when Obi-Wan disappeared for the night, simply raising an eyebrow, possibly making a snarky comment as Obi-Wan walked in the next morning in the clothes from the night before.
Living with Anakin was different from living with his former master for many reasons, one of which being that his padawan was very curious and relentless - great for missions, terrible for when Obi-Wan was getting home from a tryst. As a result, Obi-Wan had subconsciously avoided the issue altogether by restricting any escapades to when he was on solo-missions, or off planet without his padawan.
To say it had been a while since he had been intimate with someone would be an understatement. And the last time he had shared a heat with someone before last night? He couldn’t even remember - and even those rare times had been the mini heats that occurred when on heat suppressors. He had never actually spent a full unsuppressed heat with someone, until the prior night.
He cursed internally at his circumstances, there was a heavily muscled arm wrapped tightly around him, an arm that could only belong to the Bounty Hunter that he was tasked with following and capturing to bring back to Coruscant. For a moment he let himself bask in the feeling of warm contentment, his chest almost rattling off a purr at how satisfied he felt physically being so close to a powerful alpha. Especially one that had satisfied him so well the prior night.
His training let him shake the feeling quickly, centering himself as he used the force to help him get untangled from the man without waking him. He looked around for his robes and was dismayed when he realized the fabric littering every available floor space was actually the tattered remains of his robes.
He didn’t let it stop him, quickly grabbing a loose blue shirt and soft pants that the alpha had folded on the small desk and throwing it on, his body tingling as it was enveloped in the alpha’s warm heady scent. ‘Pull yourself together Kenobi, honestly,” he thought’ to himself as he felt out for his lightsaber, which of course was not located in the cabin.
Dooku probably still had it - that traitor.
Without so much as a look back at the man on the bed, besides a quick glance - but only to make sure he was still asleep - he would need to find a weapon and restraints of some sort so that he could bring the man to Coruscant for questioning by the Council. And to possibly be brought on charges for attempting to kill Senator Amidala - he couldn’t forget that.
Obi-Wan stepped out of the room and quickly came face to face with the child that had been with Jango Fett on Kamino. “Ah, Boba right?”
The boy glared at him, scowling much like he had on Kamino, leveling him with a blaster that he held much too confidently for a boy of his age. “You are stealing my Buir’s clothes.”
It had been years since he spent significant time around Mandalorians but his time with Satine had made him familiar with the basic language. “Yes, well, the alternative would be,” he glanced at the boy, considering how he must be around the age Anakin was when Obi-Wan first started training him, back when he had to learn how to censor himself in front of a child who was constantly watching, judging, and analyzing. “Well, it would have been uncivilized.”
“Why can’t you just use your own clothes?”
He considered using a force suggestion on the boy, so that he could avoid having to awkwardly explain himself, but even in this desperate moment he wouldn’t let himself stoop so low as to manipulate a child. “I am afraid they are indisposed.”
The boy narrowed his eyes, “you’re afraid? I am not afraid of anything. I’ve faced the most frightening beast in the galaxy- and survived. You are weak if you are frightened by clothes.”
He was not used to having his words taken quite so literally anymore - that was something he did not miss as Anakin grew up. “Do you know where my lightsaber is?” Changing tactics, he figured, would be the safer option here.
“Do you think I am stupid? If I give that to you, you will kill me.”
“I will not harm you youngling.” Which was apparently the wrong thing to say, the boy's face scrunching in displeasure as he re- aimed the blaster, which he had previously held loosely.
“I am not a youngling. I am almost of age.”
“Not in this system.” And he didn’t have time for this, not if he wanted to capture the Bounty Hunter - Jango his mind supplied, afterall he had yelled it out last night, repeatedly... ‘still not the time Kenobi,’’ he told himself.
He looked around, trying to find something he could use to defend himself if necessary and saw another blaster, laying in two pieces across the ship. Someone must have been cleaning it recently. He didn’t like using blasters, but without his lightsaber it would have to do - especially because his strength was never fully up to par directly after a heat, and he hadn't had a heat as strong as the one yesterday for years.
He quickly used the force to bring the blaster pieces to him- snapping them together and grinning over at Boba.
Once he realized what happened, Boba’s gaze narrowed, "if you move I will shoot you. And this isn't on stun."
“I am not going to harm you or your father. But I do have to take you to Coruscant for questioning and to meet-”
Obi-Wan was distracted by the sudden unexpected surge of emotion coming from the training bond he had with Anakin. The feeling of joy was strong especially since Anakin had been shielding the bond between them for a while now, even more so since he embarked on his first solo-mission with the Senator.
Obi-Wan was trying to show that he had confidence in his padawan so he was not constantly checking in to get a status, as difficult as it was now that he couldn’t get anything but the barest sense from Anakin’s side of the bond.
It was bad enough knowing that his padawan had somehow ended up back on Tattooine without any indication of his well being.
Until now. The joy was palpable and confused Obi-Wan for a moment as he tried to understand the emotion. He reached out against the bond, closing his eyes and trying to sense Anakin, alarmed by the proximity he was feeling.
He opened his eyes, seeing Boba still glaring at him. “Pardon me, it appears that the plan has changed. I really must be going now.”
“But, you…” Boba looked confused for a moment as he stared down the hallway of the ship to his father’s door, probably wondering if he should alert him to Obi-Wan’s movements.
Anxious fear shot through the training bond and Obi-Wan knew he needed to get to Anakin - now. “Send my apologies to your buir and let him know I am sure we will meet again.”
“I can’t let you leave, I am supposed to- Buir told me to make sure you were safe.”
Obi-Wan was anxious to get to his padawan but for the first time Boba was not glaring at him, and instead was looking at him a little desperately, clearly not knowing what he should do in this moment. Obi-Wan signed and kneeled down so he was eye-level with Boba.
“You did a great job watching over us and I thank you for your diligence. My heat is over now, it is safe for me to depart, and my padawan needs me. I really must go.”
Boba lowered the blaster slightly, chest puffing up at the compliment and nodding. “Yeah maybe, but Buir won’t be happy, and
I don’t think I should let you go...so,” and that was all the warning Obi-Wan got before Boba yelled- loudly- for his father.
Obi-Wan sighed and stood up, “and here I thought we were having a moment.”
He heard rustling from the bed but he was already racing down the ramp and off the hangar, using his force bond with Anakin to find him, before he could face Jango - leaving Boba yelling out behind him.
***
Seeing Mace Windu in Geonosis was unexpected - but welcomed. “Obi-Wan, what are you doing here? And how did your padawan end up there?” Obi-Wan and Mace both looked over the ledge from where they were hidden, Obi-Wan disturbed to see Anakin and Padmé chained to pillars in the middle of the arena.
“I am guessing he didn’t come with you then?”
“I specifically ordered him to stay with Senator Amidala.”
Obi-Wan smirked at him, “well, he is with her.”
Mace shot him an unimpressed look. “And your own escape? We saw you get sprayed with those drugs, I am surprised you’re standing right now.”
“I had some unexpected assistance from an unlikely ally.”
“I am sure there is a story there.”
A horn sounded and two feral beasts began charging towards Padmé and Anakin. Obi-Wan sighed, “If we survive this I will tell you all about it.”
“Wait Kenobi, don’t-”
But Obi-Wan had already jumped down from where they had been crouched, landing with the help of the force on to the dusty arena below. He whistled loudly and the two beasts currently charging towards Anakin and Padmé jerked towards him, pausing for a moment before changing course to instead charge at him.
‘Glad to see you are alive and well, Master.’ Anakin spoke over their bond, their proximity strengthening it significantly.
‘I will distract the creatures, you get Padmé to safety. Or rather, let her get you to safety,’ Obi-Wan smirked as he saw Padmé, cuffless, standing at the top of her pillar and Anakin still chained and standing where he was originally placed.
The two creatures were rapidly approaching him, and while normally Obi-Wan was proficient at connecting with animals and using force suggestions, his connection to the force was still weakened by the post-heat fog. He held up the blaster, not hiding his disgust as he shot rapidly at the creatures.
Obi-Wan turned suddenly and let out three quick blasts as a Geonosian tried to ram into him from the chariot-like speeder he was controlling. The Geonosian toppled out of the speeder and Obi-Wan jumped on, shooting again at the two creatures to keep them held back as he sped towards Anakin and Padmé. The two quickly jumped into the passenger portion of the chariot once he got close enough.
“Where to?” Obi-Wan asked with a tip of his head, sensing the creatures gaining ground on them.
“Anywhere that’s not here.” Padmé was calm, even under their current circumstances, and Obi-Wan was unsurprised- remembering how she was able to hold her own and lead a force into battle at the young age of fourteen.
A loud scraping noise was heard as the doors along the arena were lifted and droids flooded into sight. “This looks fun,” Obi-Wan said.
“Never a dull moment with you, is it Master Kenobi?” Padmé smiled towards him, the action making Anakin roll his eyes and the feeling of jealousy to trickle across the bond - and really, Obi-Wan would have to talk to Anakin about controlling his emotions better once this was over. If they survived of course.
“Anakin, use your saber to deflect any shots away from the Senator, and I will try and get us to-” he cut off at the face Anakin was making, “ why are you looking at me like that?”
“My saber may have been destroyed.”
“Anakin.”
“It was part of our rescue attempt.”
Obi-Wan looked around at the droids that were rapidly surrounding them. “Great job, that.”
“They wouldn’t have let me keep it anyway!”
“You could’ve hidden it - we wear robes for a reason.”
“Boys,” Padmé interrupted, “can we focus on the matter at hand?”
Obi-Wan sighed, looking away from Anakin, “of course Senator. New plan, you two stay down and low and out of sight.” Obi-Wan glanced around, trying to spot Mace, but only saw hundreds of Geonosians, and the viewing platform where Count Dooku and the rest of the Separatist leaders were assembled.
“What are you going to be doing, Master?” Anakin was still sulking.
Obi-Wan shot them a cheeky smile, “rescuing you of course.”
***
The battle was in full swing by the time that Jango was able to get in his armour and make his way over, Boba by his side.
“Oh man, I can’t believe we are missing all this action Buir! Are we going to join in?”
Jango was unconcerned about their punctuality to the event, he was more preoccupied about the wayward Jedi that had all but fled his ship this morning without so much as a thank you or goodbye. And it wasn’t that Jango was expecting or even wanted him to stick around, but the man had apparently told Boba that he was planning on taking them to Coruscant for questioning and then had suddenly stormed off without an explanation.
Jango needed to know how big of a threat the relentless Jedi was, if he was going to continue to try and track Jango and Boba down- that was all.
Jango held Boba back as the sound of numerous lightsabers igniting filled the stadium. He gestured for Boba to stay low as he creeped forward to look down at the arena below. All he could see were blaster bolts and lightsabers moving at fast speeds, he put his helmet on to try and differentiate between the chaos below.
He was able to pick out Kenobi, the man twirling around the arena as if he didn’t have a care in the world, as if he hadn’t just spent the entire night mewling into Jango’s ear, telling him to keep going, to knot him, to breed him…
The sound of approaching ships in the distance made Jango look up and away, his helmet zooming in on the rapidly approaching transports. They were Republic ships - no doubt filled to the brim with reinforcements, and not just any reinforcements but his clones. And Jango knew just how destructive of a force they could be- he trained them to be as close to perfect as possible after all.
He turned to Boba, signing that they needed to get to the ship. Tyranus and the rest of the council could handle themselves, Jango could meet up with them if necessary in the future. As far as he was concerned, he did his job and he wasn’t going to risk him or his son for nothing.
“What about the omega?” Boba asked as he ran to keep pace with Jango.
Jango ignored him until they reached the ramp of the ship and Boba refused to get on. “Boba- get on the ship. We have to get out of here.”
“What about the omega?”
“We need to leave before the clones set up a perimeter and prevent ships from leaving the area Boba.”
“But, the omega was down there and…” Boba narrowed his eyes, clearly thinking about something and working towards his own conclusions. “I wasn’t listening but,” Boba was bright red at this point, “I heard him say he wanted to have your A’dika and if you two, you know, then shouldn’t we be protecting him?”
And Jango knew that Boba was getting older and needed to have the talk, but now it was obvious that after the events of last night - and what he heard for kriff’s sake, the talk would need to be much sooner than he wanted. Right now though they needed to get off this planet that was absolutely crawling with Jetiise and would soon be crawling with his clones.
“You don’t have to worry about that Boba. He is a jetii, he can take care of himself.”
“But- he’s your mate, you had me protect him last night.”
“Boba, son, he is not my mate.” Jango almost blanched at the very thought of having a Jedi as a mate.
Boba was not pleased with that response and he glared at Jango. “And if he has your ad’ika like he wants?”
And Jango was beyond grateful for his helmet in that moment because it hid his bright red face from his hyper observant son and protected his dignity. It was true, Kenobi had been extremely vocal, they both had been - which was all very common during heats and ruts, but Boba wasn’t used to any of that.
To Boba, he heard some random omega telling his father that he wanted to have his babies, and now here was Jango just leaving the same omega to be slaughtered. If the circumstances were any different he would be proud of his son for prioritizing his father’s mate and possible children.
“He doesn’t Boba. Get on the ship, we have to leave.”
“But-”
“Now.” His tone left no room for arguing, and the boy gave him one more stubborn glare before rushing into the ship, preparing everything for takeoff. Jango paused for one moment, a small part of him wishing it was simple enough that he could just go in and rescue Kenobi- then bring him back to his ship and have Kenobi show him just how thankful he was for the rescue.
Of course the rest of him hated anything Jedi-related and cared only about his son and surviving, and so he let the thought slip away, turning to follow his son back in the ship. The man was a Jedi, no matter how mindblowing the heat sex was or how good he sounded saying Jango’s name or how good he felt riding him until exhaustion, that didn’t change.
Of course, because this was apparently not Jango’s day, or really his week, Kenobi’s heat scent still permeated throughout the ship, even with the filters running at high speed. Jango tensed his jaw but ignored it, stalking to the front of the ship and sliding into the pilot seat.
“Ready Boba?”
“Ready.”
“Let’s get off this forsaken planet.”
***
For Obi-Wan, things were a little more problematic, starting with an all out war breaking out and ending with his padawan’s left arm cut off. He stood now, or more leaned, against the durasteel wall as the transport brought them to the giant warships idling above. He steadfastly ignored the sickeningly sweet whispers being exchanged by his padawan and the Senator behind him, instead focusing on releasing any lingering pain through the force, and contemplating the events that had just transpired.
Putting aside the fact that an all out war broke out, the most bizarre thing was the reaction the clones were having to him. If it had just been the first time, when he had jumped on to the transport from the arena and the dozen or so clones on board all whipped their heads to stare at him intently - seemingly ignoring everyone else on board, he might have ignored it. Force, even if it had stopped at the second time, when the transport had jerked causing three different clones to pull him towards them, away from the edge of the transport while letting Senator Amidala fall out without a second glance...he probably would have let it go.
But no, it was obvious that something was amiss after Dooku had fled, when the clones came rushing in with the Senator and all created a tight perimeter around Obi-Wan - blasters still drawn and yelling for a medic, while his padawan stood to the side, ignored even though he was clearly more injured than Obi-Wan.
“Curious it is,” Yoda said from where he was standing besides him.
Obi-Wan turned towards him slightly, hiding the wince as his injured leg twisted. “Master?”
Yoda just gave him a piercing look, which likely would have unnerved him ten years ago, before his own master had been killed in front of his eyes and before he had determinedly told Yoda that he would be training Anakin whether the council wanted him to or not. Now, Yoda’s stare just made him prepare for a possible scolding or more likely an open ended observation that would just confuse him more than anything.
“Very protective of you, the clones are.” Yoda gestured subtly towards the group of clones that were, even now, watching Obi-Wan intently. Or at least, he imagined it was intently- the helmets blocked their eyes but they were all pointed in his direction.
“It appears so,” Obi-Wan said.
“Hmmm, wonder why that is…” Yoda trailed off, and it almost looked like he was smirking as he released some amusement through the force.
“Perhaps they saw me on Kamino when I was being escorted by the Prime Minister. The Kaminoans certainly paraded me around as an important figure.” Obi-Wan guessed - was grasping at straws, and Master Yoda had to have known it, he had just survived a forced heat, a tense battle with feral creatures, and a failed duel against one of the order’s best former-duelists. He deserved some mental respite.
Yoda hummed, “or could it be, smell like a clone you do, perhaps?”
Obi-Wan paused, glancing quickly at Master Yoda, but he was staring serenely out the transport, luckily in the opposite direction of where the Senator was still coddling Anakin. This behavior was something that Obi-Wan normally would have scolded his padawan for, but he really didn’t have standing while he was apparently flaunting his own escapades to everyone in the vicinity.
“Huh,” Obi-Wan said, floundering for a moment. It wasn’t everyday that the Grand Master of the Jedi Council called him out for his sexual activities.
“Got your tongue, a tooka cat has?” Obi-Wan spluttered, completely inelegantly, and Yoda made an amused sound. “Surprised I am, Obi-Wan. Normally so well spoken, you are.”
“Yes, well,” he cleared his throat and surreptitiously looked over at the cluster of clones that were still looking at him intently, “perhaps this conversation would be better suited for-”
“Ahh, but close to these men- are you not?”
Obi-Wan prided himself on typically being collected, unfazed, unflappable, but in this moment he found himself openly gaping at Master Yoda - not shielding his disbelief as it radiated through the force. “Master Yoda.” He could feel his face become hot with embarrassment.
Master Yoda stared up at him, Obi-Wan feeling like he was looking into his very soul. “Privacy, you request. A good lesson it would be, teach your padawan hmm?”
Obi-Wan pinched the bridge of his nose with his good hand and nodded, his head beginning to pound in line with his leg and shoulder. Yoda took pity on him, “Continue on the ship, we will. Discuss with the Council the implications of today, we must.”
“Master Yoda, surely the whole council needn’t know about how I -”
Yoda raised a hand, shaking his head, his ears downturning, “misunderstand me you did, Obi-Wan. Your business, handling the unfortunate forced-heat, it is. Our new reality we must evaluate.”
Obi-Wan shamefully nodded, embarrassed that he actually thought Master Yoda would waste the Council’s time discussing who Obi-Wan had laid with during a drugged heat, especially considering an all out war had broken out. “Of course Master.”
“Hmm, stop and see the medical droid beforehand, you must. Then after you attend to your padawan, join the council discussion you will.”
Obi-Wan couldn’t fight the surprised look on his face, this conversation with Master Yoda was catching him off balance yet again. “But Master Yoda only Masters are allowed to attend such council discussions-”
“Not so contrary normally, are you. Time for your padawan to become a knight, it is. And vote you into the Council as Master, we will. Argue now, after such horrific events- you will not.”
And as they docked into the large warship, Obi-Wan’s head was still spinning as he tried to process everything that had happened the last twenty four hours - starting with him being doused with heat stimulants, and ending with him as one of the youngest Masters on the Jedi Council.