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Kal didn’t particularly like Wæŕkij .

Stewjon’s largest city reminded him of most Republic cities, which was to say that he really kriffing hated the place.

It was dirty, depressing, and riddled with crooks.

And not even good crooks.

Anyone who screamed spice dealer was a kriffing moron, as far as Kal was concerned.

If you were going to make a career of doing illegal shit you could, at the very least, act like you weren’t doing that very thing, instead of swaggering around like you’re some kind of big deal, harassing bar keeps and any omega within a thousand feet of you.

It was the kind of work that Kal hated to do.

Any two-bit, half-assed bounty hunter could take care of this stupid kriffing man.

Kal had better things to do.

Like harassing his riduur , for one.

Or maybe tracking Death Watch’s latest movements, which is what they should be doing, except their client had more money than sense and decided to hire the best for what could be done by the below average.

Still, even he would have been stupid to turn down half a mil in credits for such an easy job.

“Yeah, we’ll help you, sweetheart. You just gotta do me a little favor is all.”

Kal’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing as he looked at Beltuu’s leering expression.

The man had his hand wrapped around the wrist of a small, shy-looking omega, who’d perked up a little at his words and Kal’s stomach turned uncomfortably.

The boy barely looked legal, if Kal were to guess, and even from almost ten meters away Kal could smell the faint, honeyed scent of preheat from him. It was clear that something wasn’t right, and yet, Kal stayed where he was, intent on not getting involved.

“And what’s that?” the omega asked, voice soft as he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear and Kal’s chest tightened.

“Why don’t we make a show of it?” Beltuu murmured, the microphone on the moron’s comm picking it up.

“Wh-What do you mean?” the omega questioned, cheeks already dusted pink.

“Let me take you over the table, baby,” Beltuu purred at him, “So everyone can enjoy the show, how does that sound?”

Th e omega shifted, swallowing nervously as Beltuu ran a hand up his inner thigh, eyes unsure even as he nodded his agreement.

“And then you’ll help me nest?” the omega whispered.

“And then I’ll help you nest,” Beltuu said and Kal already knew he was lying through his stupid kriffing teeth.

The omega squirmed a little before nodding his agreement and before Kal could even think about it he was out of his seat.

He grabbed the hand the Beltuu had started to slip up the omega’s dress, squeezing until the man winced, eyes falling to Kal.

“Who the hell are you?” Beltuu bit out, “Get the kark off me!”

“I’m a concerned party,” Kal said in a low growl, “And I’ll have to ask you to kark off .”

“And you think you’re going to be able to-?” Beltuu cut off as he yelled, his wrist cracking under the pressure of Kal’s fingers as he yanked Beltuu so that they were face-to-face.

“I’m only going to ask nicely again once,” Kal warned, voice low, “Don’t make me say it again. Pay your kriffing tab and get out of here before I decide to make it your problem. Do you understand me?”

The man jerked back and Kal loosened his hold so that he could get free, glaring at Kal for a minute before turning to the young omega.

“You didn’t tell me you had a karking pimp,” the man snarled, “What a kriffing whore.”

The omega shrunk back at his words, big doe eyes getting watery and Kal stepped towards Beltuu, who started to run, ducking out of the bar before anything else could be said.

“Are you kidding me?” one of the barkeeps yelled, “Who’s going to pay his tab now, big man?”

Kal turned back, “I’ll pay the stupid kriffing tab you old hag! Shut the hell up!”

She huffed as Kal jammed his fingers into the device on the table, peering at it for a second before reaching into his pocket to lay down a few credit bars.

“It wasn’t even that much,” Kal drawled, “Didn’t realize a big bar like yours would be so hard up for credits. Congrats on your twenty-two new credits. Hope it gets you far.”

“What-what did you do?”

Kal looked back at the small omega, who looked like he was near tears.

“You mean scaring off the man who was going to try to con you?” Kal asked, “You’re welcome by the way.”

“That- that was my only chance at a nest,” the omega’s eyes were wet as he looked up at him, expression broken, “That- That was-.”

“He wasn’t going to give you a nest,” Kal said, keeping his voice quiet, “He was going to take what he wanted and leave you behind. You couldn’t trust ‘im.”

“I- I can’t trust anyone ,” the omega whispered, “But at least he lied to me.”

Kal was taken aback at the omega’s words.

“Did you want to be lied to?” Kal questioned.

“That’s the only way he’ll have hope.”

Kal turned as the man at the table next to him snickered, glaring at the man.

“What the kark is that supposed to mean?” Kal snapped out angrily.

“It means that everyone knows to say no to the local omega whore,” the man snorted, “Everyone knows he’s immoral. Lies are the only way he’s ever going to get to believe he’ll get what he wants.”

Kal looked back at the omega as he curled in on himself, head down and hands trembling at his side.

“It’s fine,” the boy said, voice thick and hoarse, “I’ll just-just-.”

Kal could hear his voice wobbling and his heart clenched in his chest.

Jaster had always told him he was a sucker for a sob story and Kal couldn’t help but wonder if this was one of the sob stories that would end up getting him swindled like he’d heard so much about.

“You almost had it,” the man at the table laughed at the boy as he turned away, “Better luck next time, skank.”

Kal didn’t remember moving but when his fist landed on the table in front of the man, nearly making him fall out of his seat, he couldn’t say that he was sorry.

“Shut your damn mouth,” Kal’s voice was dark.

He glared until the man looked down, refusing to make eye contact and then started for the boy, catching up with him before he’d made it to the door and putting a hand on his shoulder.

The boy shrank, like he was trying to protect himself and Kal knew that even if he was getting swindled, he couldn’t leave the boy there.

“Come with me,” Kal said, “Hurry up.”

He could feel the boy’s stare on him for a long moment as he strode through the door, before the boy started to hurry, trailing just behind him meekly.

Kal jammed some numbers into his comm.

“You need something?” Zubain’s voice rang through the comm.

“Yeah I need you to make a nest,” Kal said and he could hear the boy’s breath catch.

“You need what?” Zubain asked, “You didn’t go and try out that weird new sur-.”

“Shut up and make the kriffing nest,” Kal growled through the comm, “Or do you wanna tell Jaster that you’ve decided to challenge my position?”

“No, no,” Zubain muttered, “I’ll build the damn nest. Are you going to tell me what it’s-?”

Kal shut off the comm, grumbling to himself.

“Are you- are you really going to let me nest?”

The boy’s voice was soft and hopeful and Kal stopped for a second, huffing as the boy nearly ran into him trying to stop the same.

“Do you need a nest?” Kal asked, voice softer as he looked at the boy’s wide, wistful look.

The boy nodded.

“Then let’s go,” Kal said, clearing his throat as he turned around.

The boy followed him closely as he strolled through the downtown and Kal couldn’t help but wonder if he’d gotten himself in over his head.

“Honey I’m home!”

Obi-Wan yelped as he was picked up, fingers twisting into the fabric of the shirt of the man who’d scooped him up like some kind of naughty tooka, even as his body relaxed against his will, the strong scent of petrichor and something clean, soothing Obi-Wan’s frayed nerves with little effort.

“ Shabii ner oya’ce. Tion’meg haar shab cuyi ibic? ”

Obi-Wan shrunk further into the older man as someone yelled as they passed the door.

“ Shab’ye. Tion’vai cuyi senar’yaim? ” the man holding him barked.

“Aw, shit. Jaster’s going to be pissed. You’ve got to be kidding me, Skirata.”

Obi-Wan whimpered as a third voice spoke, heart in his throat.

He should have asked more questions before deciding to go with this man, Skirata. At least the first one to offer him had been upfront about what he wanted. Now Obi-Wan was in a place where he had no choice but to go along with whatever this man wanted all because he’d followed him like an idiot.

“You let me handle Jaster. Now where am I going?”

“First bedroom on the left,” the first man muttered, “We emptied out everything so that he has the room to himself. You’re welcome. Now I’m stuck rooming with Darro and you know that his snores sound like a freight train.”

Obi-Wan clutched closer to Skirata as he shouldered past a door, squeaking as he was dropped onto a chair unceremoniously, the man in front of him frowning as he started to fiddle with some knobs on the jet tub, checking the water for a moment before seeming satisfied.

He turned, blue eyes pinning Obi-Wan in place and Obi-Wan stiffened.

Skirata sighed, before muttering quietly to himself.

“Myles!” he yelled out and Obi-Wan shrunk a little as a Pantoran man popped his head into the ‘fresher.

“Yeah?” the Pantoran—Myles, from the sound of it—drawled, “Can I help you?”

“Yeah you can,” Skirata said, “I’m gonna need you to go raid my ‘fresher. I need soap, shampoo, deodorant, a comb, toothpaste, and if you can scrounge up a toothbrush, that too.”

“Is t his an episode of Million Credit Makeover?” Myles asked, sighing when Skirata turned to glare at him, “I’m going. Relax, okay?”

The man disappeared and Skirata turned back around, grumbling softly to himself before sighing as he looked at Obi-Wan.

“First you need to get into the shower real quick and scrub yourself with some soap,” the man told him seriously, “And then we’ll get you into the jet tub and take care of your hair and things, alright?”

Obi-Wan eyed the shower before looking back at Skirata a little nervously.

Myles popped back in, dumping an armful of stuff on the sink counter before disappearing again and Skirata looked back at it, nodding in satisfaction.

“Good. Now strip,” Skirata ordered, keeping his voice soft, “Let’s go. We don’t have all day.”

Obi-Wan swallowed nervously, squirming a little.

“No one is going to hurt you,” Skirata promised, “You’re just getting clean.”

Obi-Wan looked over at the shower longingly for a minute before he started to pull off his clothes, standing in front of Skirata nervously, cheeks turning pink as he crossed his legs so that the man wouldn’t be able to see what everyone had been talking about.

“Okay, into the shower with you,” Skirata shooed him towards the shower, turning it on and checking the water again before gently guiding Obi-Wan under the warm spray, grabbing soap and a washcloth off the sink to hand to him.

“Now scrub,” Skirata ordered, “Just get most of the dirt off so that we can get you in the tub, alright?”

Obi-Wan took the offered supplies, closing his eyes for a minute to enjoy the hot spray on his sore muscles before starting to scrub himself down, making sure to keep it quick and efficient so that he didn’t get in trouble for wasting water.

Obi-Wan looked up, letting the water hit his face for a few more moments before reluctantly stepping out as Skirata wrapped him in a towel, sitting him back down before turning off the jet tub, throwing some kind of salt into it, and checking the water again.

“Alri ght,” Skirata murmured, “Into the jet tub with you.”

Obi-Wan took off the towel before stepping into the tub, Skirata helping to balance him as he sunk in, humming happily as the warm water soothed his muscles fully.

“Can I help you with your hair?” Skirata questioned, keeping his voice soft.

Obi-Wan looked over at him for a moment before nodding nervously.

Skirata tilted Obi-Wan back gently, dunking his head to get it wet before pouring some shampoo out onto his hand and starting to scrub gently at Obi-Wan’s head, nails scratching lightly at Obi-Wan’s scalp and the base of his neck.

Obi-Wan mewled softly, eyes closing as he enjoyed the feeling.

“Yeah that’s it, cyare ,” Skirata murmured, “Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Obi-Wan let him lean him back again to wash the shampoo out, sitting back up bonelessly as he blinked sleepily at the man.

“Do you want to just enjoy the water for a little bit?” Skirata asked.

Obi-Wan nodded.

“Alright then let me get the comb so that I can at least get your hair finished,” the man said, leaning back to grab the comb and Obi-Wan sat happily, letting the man comb out all the knots in his hair slowly.

Obi-Wan looked down, watching as his hair started to fall around his shoulders again, surprised to see it like a curtain around his face as the man detangled it.

“There we go,” Skirata said finally, “All done. How are you feeling?”

Obi-Wan looked up at him shyly.

“Better,” he whispered.

“Ready to get out?” Skirata asked and Obi-Wan sighed softly but nodded.

Skirata wrapped him in a towel again as he stood up, gently leading him back into the room and sitting him on the chair at the small desk, before making a face.

“Zubian!” he barked and the zabrak peeked in again.

“Do you have anything that might fit him?” Skirata asked, “Anything at all?”

“I’ve got….something of my sisters,” he murmured, “But I’m not sure that he’ll want to wear it. It’s a dress.”

“He was in a dress when I found him,” Skirata said gruffly, “I don’t think he’ll mind. Just go get it for me, would you?”

Zu bian nodded before disappearing again.

He came back with a soft, silky sleep dress and Obi-Wan perked up a little as the zabrak stepped into the room with it.

“Well maybe he won’t mind,” Zubian murmured, handing it to Skirata.

Skirata pulled it over his head and Obi-Wan smoothed it down, looking up at the two of them, cheeks dusted pink.

“I can…braid his hair back if he wants.”

Obi-Wan looked up at kiffar in the door.

“Would you like that?” Skirata questioned softly, “We’ll get your hair braided and then get you into your nest?”

Obi-Wan shifted a little nervously.

“You don’t have to,” Skirata murmured.

“No- no I do,” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Alright,” Skirata said and then, “C’mere Qaz. You gotta work quick. He’s starting to smell sweeter.”

The kiffar—Qaz—stepped in, standing behind the chair and Obi-Wan waited patiently as the man started to braid his hair back so that it wasn’t in his face anymore.

“Okay. All done,” the man said softly, “You should get him into his nest. He’s getting warm.”

Skirata scooped him up and Obi-Wan’s breath hitched as he was dropped gently into a nest, looking around wide-eyed at the stacks of blankets and pillows.

They were arranged so that he had a perfectly-sized spot in the middle, with a blanket to wrap himself in and he started to kneed softly at them, a small purr leaving his lips as he snuggled himself down into it, rubbing his face against the pillow under him as he looked up and peered at the three men looking at him.

“He’s purring,” Zubian murmured.

“He’s clean and nested,” Skirata said gruffly, “Of course he’s purring. Now get back to work. Leave him alone and give him some space. Let him get comfortable here.”

Qaz looked reluctant but he slowly filtered back through the room and then Zubian did the same, eyeing Obi-Wan for a moment before he disappeared from view.

“Do you need anything?” Skirata asked.

Obi-Wan shook his head.

“I’m going to grab you some uj'alayi to eat and water,” Skirata said, “I’ll be back to check on you in a bit, alright?”

Obi -Wan nodded again.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan said, voice hoarse as he snuggled deeper into the nest, taking in the smell of alpha that was in there.

“Get some sleep,” Skirata ordered softly, “You’ll be safe here.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes grew heavy as the man lowered the lights, letting the door shut behind him.

Jaster walked in, eyes narrowing as he looked at Kal playing a game of sabaac with Myles, Zubian and Qaz.

“What are you doing here?” Jaster questioned and Kal looked up at him with a raised brow.

“Nice to see you too, lover ,” Kal said, voice sarcastic, “I’m doing great. It’s so good to see you after three days.”

“It would be nice to see you if you weren’t supposed to be trailing Beltuu,” Jaster shot back, “What the kark happened?”

“I got made,” Kal said as he threw his cards down, “Twenty-two, read them and weep.”

“You got made?” Jaster questioned in disbelief as Kaz and Zubian groaned, “What do you mean you got made ? How the kark do you get made by the most useless spice dealer in the galaxy? Are you kriffing with me?”

“We had a small spat,” Kal said as he swept the chips towards him, “And he’d definitely recognize me if he saw me again.”

“And you jus-.”

Jaster stopped short, sniffing the air lightly.

There was something sweet smelling about the air, through the overwhelming scent of alpha that always permeated anywhere they stayed and despite himself, it cooled a little bit of Jaster’s annoyance.

“What is that?” Jaster asked quieter.

“What’s what?” Kal asked, looking up at him with a raised brow.

“That smell,” Jaster muttered, “It smells like…”

He zeroed in on the nearest door, walking over to it even as Zubian started to call for him.

He stopped short at the door, turning around with narrowed eyes as he looked at the three of them.

“Why does it smell like omega in here?” he barked out angrily.

“Don’t know what you are talking about,” Kal said, not even looking up as he started to shuffle the cards.

“Who’s room is this?” Jaster snapped.

Kal looked up for a second, “Looks like Zubian’s.”

“Do n’t you involve me in your bullshit,” Zubian hissed and Jaster growled.

“Someone better tell me what the kark is going on right now or I’m going to-.”

“Kal brought back an omega! He used my room but it wasn’t me!” Zubian swore immediately.

“Don’t try to get me involved in your banthashit,” Kal remarked as he started to deal the cards out again.

“I swear to kark you kriffing jackass-.”

“What. Did. You. Do?” Jaster snapped out, “Someone better start talking now.”

“Kal brought back an omega in heat who looked like he’s been living on the streets for years,” Myles mentioned as he walked into the living room, “He looked like he was twenty-five kilos and I’m pretty sure at least 5 kilos of that was dirt because he had to take a shower and a bath to look presentable. We set up a nest for him and locked the door so that no one would bother him.”

Jaster pinched the bridge of his nose, huffing loudly.

“Why? Why would you do that?” Jaster asked tightly, “Is this why…is this how you ended up being made? Are you kidding me?”

“Beltuu was tryna turn the bar into a stage,” Kal muttered angrily, “Was gonna throw the kid over a table by promising to help him get a nest after and you know he wasn’t actually gonna let ‘im nest. I couldn’t just sit by and watch it happen.”

Jaster sighed, scrubbing at his face.

Of course, Kal couldn’t.

And as annoyingly inconvenient it was, Jaster had always loved that about his riduur . The fact that he couldn’t let bad things happen to good people.

“So we’re just letting him nest here?” Jaster asked.

Kal shrugged, “We’ve got the room. There are eight rooms and one of us is already sharing a damn room.  We can make it two. We’re in this suite for the next however long it takes us to figure this out. We might as well let him ride out his heat here awhile. What will it be, five or six days top?”

“No funny business,” Jaster warned, “Every single one of you are going to leave him be. It sounds like he’s got enough to worry about without a bunch of alphas sniffing around his door.”

“Kal already threatened to castrate us,” Qaz supplied helpfully, “And he locked the door and changed the code. No one can get in there unless they are let in.”

“Good,” Jaster said tightly, “Now who’s going to take his place?”

“I already sent Adarri,” Kal supplied helpfully, “What did you think I’d just let our target slip away because I decided to help one omega?”

Jaster nodded, “Good. Then let’s buckle up. We’ve got another few boring weeks of doing nothing.”

“I don’t know about that,” Zubian said, “Did you find out anything interesting?”

“Same old, same old,” Jaster said, starting towards the kitchen, “No one knows anything about trying to find an omega who might be willing to take on a den.”

“I told you that the mid-rim is boring,” Kal grumbled, “If you are looking for someone like that you’ve got to go to places where it’s common.”

He put down his hand and Qaz cursed.

“A perfect twenty-three? I swear to Mandalore you kriffing cheat,” he grumbled.

“Well here’s to another really shitty couple of months,” Zubian muttered, “I hate rutting season. It’s the worst.”

“They did mention that if we made our way over to Wild Space we might have a bit more luck,” Jaster said as he grabbed a glass, “So maybe if we finish up here quick enough we can go over there and check things out.”

“We’ve only got six weeks before Jaa starts his rut and I don’t think that we’ll find someone in time. We might just have to get the lockup ready again,” Kal said frankly.

“We’re landing for your and Jaster’s this time,” Myles said firmly, “You two nearly tore the door off its hinges last time. Two alphas in rut together is a mess and our ship isn’t meant for it.”

“We’ll be going to a medical facility this time,” Jaster promised as he stuck his cup under the facet, “Don’t worry. We won’t be repeating that.”

“Go od,” Myles said, sitting down in the seat next to Kal, “Deal me in, would you?”

“Gladly,” Kal drawled as he scooped up the cards again.

Obi-Wan woke up feeling like his skin was going to melt.

It took him a few minutes to register that anything was wrong and he blinked sleepily as he realized that he was curled up in a nest, trying to remember what had happened.

Suddenly a pair of blue eyes flashed in his brain and the memory of someone gently braiding his hair and he perked up, looking around as he panted softly, trying to catch sight of one of the alphas.

He whined softly when he realized that he was alone.

He laid his cheek back down on the pillow underneath him and then he blinked at the bottles of water perched on the chair next to him, half of him knowing that he should probably make the attempt to drink something, but the other half of him not really caring as he shifted, peeling his damp thighs apart.

He listened to the soft noises around him for a long moment; the soft blowing of the cooling unit, the sound of water pipes, and the soft murmur of voices around him.

He caught the scent of alpha and moaned softly, stomach clenching uncomfortably as a wave of dizziness hit him.

He snuffled at the pillows for a long moment before he pulled himself from the nest, unable to help whimpering softly as he managed to stand shakily, pulling a blanket off the bed and dragging it over his shoulders as he padded to the door, pressing the button so that it opened with a soft snick .

Obi-Wan blinked, freezing as the group of men did the same.

There were five or six sentients sitting around, some of them eating and others playing a card game, frozen as they all looked at Obi-Wan and for a minute, Obi-Wan panicked a bit.

But then, another wave of slick ran between his thighs and he let out a soft whine as a wall of alpha hit his senses.

Obi -Wan whimpered softly and then there was a man standing in front of him, back to Obi-Wan’s face as he growled, the sound making his thighs tremble.

“Stay where you are,” the man snapped, “Kal, get over here!”

The blue-eyed man—Skirata, Obi-Wan thought he remembered his name being, although now he wasn’t so sure—stood, making his way over to stand in front of the first and then ducked his head around.

“What’s wrong?” Skirata asked softly, “Are you okay?”

Obi-Wan swallowed, knees all but knocking together.

“‘M hot. Need help,” Obi-Wan whispered.

Skirata—and the man standing in front of Obi-Wan—stiffened.

“Need help with what?” Skirata asked gently.

“I said stay where you kriffing are!” the man in front of him snapped again, louder and Obi-Wan whined.

“Jas, you’re scaring him,” Skirata murmured, “It’s okay, sweetheart. C’mere. What’s wrong?”

Obi-Wan darted forward into the man’s arms, fingers digging into his skin as he panted softly, letting his head loll to the side.

The man nuzzled against Obi-Wan’s neck softly, “You’re alright. What’s wrong? What do you need?”

Obi-Wan’s cheeks were burning as he spoke.

“Need an alpha,” Obi-Wan managed to slur out softly, “Please ‘elp.”

“Oh kark,” Skirata cursed softly.

“Damn it,” Jas cursed and then there was a line of heat pressed against his back and Obi-Wan sighed happily even as he started to get dizzy.

“Alpha,” Obi-Wan crooned softly, “C’me to ‘r nest.”

“Our nest?” Jas asked, voice tight.

“Mmm,” Obi-Wan agreed, “‘eed help.”

“You need someone to spend your heat with?” Skirata murmured.

“Kal…” Jas said sternly.

“Relax, Jaster,” Skir- Kal said, “He’s having trouble. We need to find out what he needs.”

“A knot,” Obi-Wan said tiredly, “Need a knot.”

Kal sucked in a sharp breath.

“Sit down ,” Jaster’s growl made something tighten in Obi-Wan’s chest.

There was a low whine and Obi-Wan blinked, looking around at the zabrak that looked ready to bolt out of his seat.

“If y ou need help with your heat then you have to tell us who you want to help you,” Jaster said firmly, “Is there anyone that you want to go to your nest with you…?”

He trailed off.

“Obi-Wan,” Obi-Wan said tiredly, “And…whoever will help me can come.”

Jaster cursed as Obi-Wan could feel all eyes fall on him.

“Who was in his room first?” Jaster snapped out.

“Zubian, Qaz, Myles and me,” Kal answered the man.

“Then Kal can go in first since he is the one who found him,” Jaster said tightly, “Who saw him next?”

“Zubian is the one who built his nest,” Kal murmured, “Then Myles grabbed the stuff for his bath and then Qaz braided his hair for him.”

“That’s the order then,” Jaster said sternly, “Kal, Zubian, Myles, and Qaz. Everyone else stays out here. Someone get me a damn suppressor pill packet. I’m going to kriffing need them.”

“You’re going to stay out of this one?” Kal questioned quietly.

“Someone’s gotta make sure you sheb’ne stay in line,” Jaster said firmly, “Now get him back to his kriffing nest, get me that damn blister pack, and get some food and water into him. He looks like he’s one meal away from starvation.”

Kal nodded, “Alright, sweetheart. We’re going to get you back to your nest, alright?”

Obi-Wan nodded shyly against him, “And you’re coming with me?”

“I’m coming with you,” Kal promised softly, “C’mere.”

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“Are you not coming into the nest?” Obi-Wan asked the alpha sitting on the chair, back ramrod straight as Kal got Obi-Wan settled back into his nest, pulling him into his lap and grabbing one of the bottles from the empty chair.

“I’m here to make sure you’re okay, not to knot you,” the man said firmly, “Someone needs to make sure that you’re okay. When an omega goes into heat around this many alphas it can be dangerous.”

Obi-Wan relaxed against Kal, “I thought it just meant that you needed to be put on a bench.”

Jaster stiffened, his look dark.

“No. That’s not what that means and however told you that is a kriffing idiot,” the man snapped angrily, “You’re supposed to be cared for, not used like a damn toy.”

Som eone slipped into the room and Jaster took the offered blister pack, popping one open and tossing it in his mouth, wincing as he chewed it.

“What is that?” Obi-Wan asked softly, even as he curled further into Kal.

“A suppressor pack,” the man grunted out, “They’re to stop me from reacting to your heat.”

Obi-Wan’s lip trembled.

“You’re all taking suppressors?” he whimpered, “But-.”

“We’re not all taking them,” Jaster cut him off, keeping his voice even, “Just me. They’re going to help you through your heat. I’m going to make sure that no one gets too rough. It’s a lot to have this many alphas in the same room with an omega in heat. I’m just here to keep them in line.”

“So you….really don’t like me,” Obi-Wan finished softly, shoulders falling.

“That’s not it,” Kal murmured, “There are eight alphas in this suite right now. One of them needs to be able to keep a cool head if something were to go wrong. Jaster is the head of the pack and the head of the ori'ramikad . If anyone is going to be able to keep a clear head, it’s him.”

“So you’re just here to watch,” Obi-Wan finished, cheeks flushing.

Kal put the bottle to Obi-Wan’s lips and he whined softly.

“Drink,” Jaster said firmly, “And have a few bites of uj'alayi . You’re going to need it. And then Kal will help you get the rest of it figured out, alright?”

Obi-Wan frowned but let Kal feed him sips of water, relaxing against him as the scent of alpha started to fill the room, soothing Obi-Wan’s fraying nerves as he curled into the older man.

Kal grabbed a piece of cake, pressing it to Obi-Wan’s lips and he accepted it, chewing it slowly as the sweetness hit his tongue and then taking the next offered piece happily, eating until his stomach started to protest.

“Just a few more sips of water,” Kal murmured, pressing the bottle back to his lips and Obi-Wan took a few sips gratefully, mouth dry from the way he’d scarfed down the offered cakes.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan murmured sleepily as he nuzzled against Kal, “I ‘as hungrier than I ‘ought.”

“Wh y don’t you take a nap?” Kal asked softly, “We’ll be here when you wake up, don’t worry.”

Obi-Wan nodded, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of Kal’s body, the softness of the nest below them, and the soothing scent of alpha lull him to sleep.

Kal didn’t remember falling asleep.

But he was curled around Obi-Wan, the boy tucked under his chin, nuzzling at his jaw and purring loud enough that Kal could feel it in his chest, limbs tangled up with his, Zubian passed out on the other side, curled possessively around the boy.

It took him another minute to realize it wasn’t the purring that he could hear in his chest.

It was his own, soft rumbling.

He cut off abruptly and then Obi-Wan cut off too, squirming in his grip and whimpering softly as he pulled back, blinking at Kal with a dazed expression.

Zubian reached out, pulling Obi-Wan to his chest, rumbling louder so that Obi-Wan relaxed against him, though he didn’t start purring again.

Zubian started to rub his face against Obi-Wan’s shoulder and Obi-Wan nuzzled into the pillow sleepily, going boneless under the man’s touch.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Kal said, voice a little hoarse, “How are you feeling?”

Obi-Wan squirmed a little at his words and Zubian shifted, pressing him into the bed as he rumbled louder, scenting Obi-Wan as the boy relaxed into the bed, happily letting the man possessively rub his scent all over him.

Kal groaned softly at the smell of fresh slick, Obi-Wan’s cheeks dusted pink as he moaned softly, thighs spreading underneath Zubian as the man growled softly, hands finding Obi-Wan’s hips and squeezing gently.

“I thought Kal was supposed to go first.”

Kal looked over his shoulder at Jaster as the man popped another pill from his blister pill, chewing it with a grimace.

“How many of those are you going to take?” Kal asked, his eyes narrowing.

“As many as it takes,” Jaster replied.

“That…isn’t good for you,” Kal said seriously, “You need to switch out with someone halfway through. It’s meant to suppress you for a few hours , not a few days.”

“It’s fine,” Jaster said gruffly, “Don’t worry about me. Worry about that.”

Kal looked to where he was gesturing, sighing as Zubian rutted against Obi-Wan, rumbling softly as he started to worry along the mating gland on the man’s shoulder.

“Zubian,” he barked out.

Zubian growled softly, pressing Obi-Wan against the bed harder and rutting against him harder, glaring at Kal.

Obi-Wan, to his credit, looked absolutely delighted and Kal groaned softly as the boy wrapped his legs around Zubian’s waist, hands dragging the man’s face to his so he could press their lips together.

Kal just sighed in defeat as Zubian started to ruck up Obi-Wan’s dress, shoving a hand between them as Obi-Wan moaned softly, hips arching into the zabrak’s hands.

“You’re impossible. You aren’t supposed to be encouraging him,” Kal told the boy but Obi-Wan ignored him, his hand sneaking down and Zubian growled, thrusting into the hand that Obi-Wan managed to wrap around his cock.

Obi-Wan sucked in a sharp breath, eyelids fluttering as Zubian’s hand started moving faster and Kal blinked, shifting until his breath caught in his throat, gaze catching sight of the soft, wet folds that Zubian was playing with.

"What the kark?" Kal muttered as Zubian fingered the boy happily, kissing down the boy’s jaw.

“Yes, yes, yes, please,” Obi-Wan breathed softly, “Kriff me. I want your knot. Please, I want your knot.”

“Shit,” Kal cursed, darting forward just a little too late as Zubian pressed into Obi-Wan, the boy’s fingers digging into his back as he bottomed out with a soft groan.

“You’re going to kriffing hurt him,” Kal ground out as he shifted forward to pull the man off, only to stop when Obi-Wan swatted at him.

“Just wait until he’s done,” the boy murmured softly, “You can go next.”

Zubian started to kriff into Obi-Wan fast and hard, panting heavily as he curled his body around the boy, kissing any skin that he could reach as Obi-Wan cried softly underneath him, legs squeezing around the Zubian’s waist as his eyes all but rolled back into his head.

"What the hell is he-?" Jaster started to ask.

"He's got a cunt," Kal muttered back to the man, only glancing back for a moment to see Jaster's wide expression before he turned back to the man.

Kal could tell when Zubian started to knot the boy because his eyes widened in surprise and then he froze, punched-out noises leaving his throat as Zubian growled softly, shoving his hand between their bodies to play with the boy’s clit.

Obi-Wan moaned loudly as he came and Zubian’s mouth opened wide, eyes fluttering shut as he let out a soft, pleased noise.

“For the love of Mandalore,” Kal muttered but he couldn’t help the heat that tightened in his gut as Obi-Wan looked over at him, cheeks still dusted pink and eyes dazed.

“‘s good,” Obi-Wan mumbled, “Feels s’ good.”

“I’m glad,” Kal said, voice thick, “You aren’t hurt, are you? Zabraks knots are-.”

“Wonderful,” Obi-Wan cut him off, sounding almost drunk, “They’re wonderful.”

Zubian grunted, curling protectively around Obi-Wan and shifting them so that he wasn’t crushing the man, pulling him under his chin, “That’s the first time I’ve heard that before. How- how are you feeling?”

“Feels good,” Obi-Wan said again.

“It’s not- not too big?” Zubian’s ears flushed a dark red as he spoke, “I’m- I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me. Shit the spines.”

He looked at Kal helplessly.

“I tried to stop ‘ya,” Kal said seriously, “But you were both intent. Besides, I’m pretty sure he’s higher than a space station on the damn aphrodisiac you make. He looks fine to me. We’ll check him when your stupid kriffing knot goes down.”

“It’s really good,” Zubian murmured, closing his eyes, “It feels so good. It’s been so long since I knotted someone. And I didn’t even have to pay anyone.”

“I’ve told you over and over that paying to knot someone is a bad idea,” Jaster’s voice came from behind Kal, “Stop doing it. You’re going to end up getting yourself in trouble. They use an alpha being stuck to steal from them and shit. It’s a good way to end up dead.”

“You can jus’ knot me from now on,” Obi-Wan said drowsily, “I’ll take it for you.”

Zubian couldn’t help the desperate noise that left his throat.

“Hey now, don’t go making promises right now,” Kal said softly, “You’re high as hell on whatever his dick pumped into ‘ya. You might feel differently in an hour.”

“No, I won’,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Been looking for an alpha to ‘elp ‘nd I fin’lly found one. I’ll take whatever you wan’.”

“Well right now I want you to go to sleep,” Kal murmured, “And we’ll talk about this when you’re a little more coherent, okay?”

“Okay,” Obi-Wan agreed, snuggling closer to Zubian, “Will you lay with us?”

Kal’s chest tightened and he shifted closer despite himself, “Yeah. I’ll lay with you.”

“That can’t be good for you, you know?”

Jaster didn’t look up as he held his hand out for the datapad and Huza sighed as he handed it to him.

He took it before shoving another pill into his mouth and chewing it, face scrunching in disgust.

“They taste like that so that you don’t continuously take them,” Huza said sternly, “And you’re almost halfway through the pack. Why don’t you let someone switch with you, Jaster? You’ll make yourself sick like this.”

“It’s rare that you all find an omega who is willing to let you knot them. And it’s even rarer that you get the chance to spend a heat with said omega. It’s good for alphas to have time to spend with an omega. It’s been shown to improve mood, blood pressure, reduce anxiety, and reduce the chance for hormone imbalances,” Jaster rattled off, not bothering to look up, “And he seems to have no qualms sharing his heat with anyone who will have him.”

“It’s not your fault we can’t find a denmaker, you know that right?”

Jaster looked up at Kal as he spoke.

“I made my team,” Jaster said firmly, “And I knew that in doing so I’d make it damn near impossible to find a denmaker. We’ve got sentients as large as houks down to humans and everything in between. And over a decade later, well after most ori'ramikad groups, we are still searching. So actually, it is my fault.”

“We knew that when we joined up,” Zubian muttered from where he was still plastered against the sleeping omega, “You made it clear. This isn’t exactly news, ‘alor .”

“I said it might take a while, not a decade,” Jaster grunted out, “So worry about yourselves. After this, I’m going to bench the team for three months. We’re going to make our way to Wild Space and search out a denmaker there.”

“Three months?” Huza’s eyes widened, “Are you sure that we sho-?”

“I’m sure,” Jaster finished for him firmly, “Three months. We’ll put all our time into finding a denmaker. No more visiting medical facilities for hormone adjusters and no more planning around finding rut clinics. We’re going to find someone.”

The re was some sleepy snuffling and everyone turned to look at Obi-Wan popped his head up sleepily, smiling as he rubbed his eyes.

“Morning, cyar’ika ,” Kal murmured, “How are you feeling?”

Obi-Wan answered by slipping into Kal’s lap, tilting his head up to press their lips together as his hands wrapped around the man’s neck, kissing him as he rolled his hips softly, drawing a soft moan from the older man.

Jaster could feel the anticipation seep into the room—so at war with the calm that the omega had brought out in all of them—and he watched, throat tight as Obi-Wan’s hand slipped between himself and Kal, hand pulling out his riduur’s cock and stroking it as he opened his mouth to let Kal push his tongue into his mouth.

Kal’s hand travelled between them, groaning softly into the kiss as his fingers found the omega’s folds and Jaster popped another pill into his hand and threw it into his mouth, chewing on it as his instincts started to rear up, telling him to go over to the omega.

“For the love of Mandalore,” Huza muttered as Jaster swallowed the pill.

“Shut up,” Jaster snapped quietly at him, “I’m doing my best.”

Kal growled softly as he toppled the both of them over, hiking up Obi-Wan’s dress to press his fingers inside of his cunt, two fingers working inside of him as his thumb found Obi-Wan’s clit, rubbing it softly as the boy’s legs squeezed around Kal’s waist.

Kal started to kiss down Obi-Wan’s neck, nipping softly as Obi-Wan moaned softly under him, squirming as he let Kal work him open for his cock, a third finger slipping in with the first two and stretching Obi-Wan’s rim as he gasped, back arching.

Kal pulled his fingers free, looking down between their bodies with a dark look as Obi-Wan panted softly, hand finding his cock to pump a few times before he rubbed the tip through Obi-Wan’s soaked folds.

Jaster had to look back down at his datapad when Kal slipped inside the boy, the gasps of pleasure making something tighten in his gut and chest.

Kal moaned softly and Jaster could hear the bed creaking as Kal started to kriff into Obi-Wan, his breaths coming quicker as he started to pound into the omega underneath him.

He looked up when Obi-Wan squeaked softly, catching sight of Kal’s swelling knot as he slipped inside of Obi-Wan one more time, spreading the boy’s rim as Kal’s head fell back, mouth open in pleasure as he kept his hands on Obi-Wan’s hips.

Jaster threw another pill in his mouth as Kal groaned softly, pressing Obi-Wan down into the bed as he rumbled softly, nosing at the boy’s throat.

“Don’t bite him,” Jaster warned tightly, looking back down to his datapad, “The last thing we need is a damn riot in here.”

“Won’t.”

Kal’s voice was hoarse as he spoke.

“Get some rest,” Jaster muttered, “And don’t crush him.”

“M’kay,” Kal agreed and he could hear the shuffling as Kal moved the both of them so that they were comfortable, “Love ya, Jas.”

Jaster looked up as Kal blinked sleepily at him, face relaxed in bliss.

“I love you too,” Jaster murmured quietly, “Now go to sleep.”

Obi-Wan, by the time he woke up on the third day of his heat—both in bliss and with his skin feeling like it was going to melt off his bones as he peered around to look for an alpha to bother—was more coherent than he’d ever remembered being before.

Which, wasn’t surprising seeing as how he’d spent almost four full years in preheat but it was still satisfying to wake up and remember what was going on around him and he paused as he looked up at Kal, who was standing next to Jaster and arguing with him.

“Give me the damn pills, sheb’ne ,” Kal ground out, reaching for something as Jaster leaned out of his hold, snapping something angry in a language that Obi-Wan couldn’t understand.

“Kal? Jaster?” Obi-Wan murmured, lifting his head up off the pillow.

They both looked over, Kal’s face soft in concern as Jaster scowled.

“Just get back into bed,” Jaster snapped and Kal turned back to him frowning.

“No,” Kal shot back, “Why don’t you just admit defeat and kriffing switch with me you, di’kut’sheb ?”

“Switch?” Obi-Wan questioned softly, “What do you mean?”

“Yo u are both so damn loud,” Zubian murmured as he popped his head up, “Are you really trying to take that pack through the whole thing, Jaster? You’re going to end up sick.”

Obi-Wan pushed himself up, “What?”

“The packs are meant to suppress you for a few hours,” Kal gritted out, “Not three days. You’re going to end up needing hormone treatments again.”

“Why don’t you let me worry about that?” Jaster snapped angrily.

“Because you’re my riduur ,” Kal snapped right back, “And I’m not letting you make yourself sick!”

“Sick?” Obi-Wan said, a little louder.

“It’s alright, Obi-Wan,” Zubian tried to soothe him, “It won’t be too bad. And Kal will probably get him to switch, whether he wants or not. It’s just a matter of a hundred credits and a few hours of transfusions. He’ll be fine. We all have to get them.”

“Why?” Obi-Wan demanded, looking back at him, “Why do you need transfusions?”

“We don’t have an omega to help regulate our hormones. It’s not that big of a deal, not like it used to be. It just means that we need medical intervention every once in a while. Don’t worry about it, kid.”

Obi-Wan glared at the lasat, blue eyes meeting green.

“I think I will worry about it,” Obi-Wan snapped angrily, stopping everyone in their tracks, even as his body started to heat up again, face and chest flushing pink as a wave of slick started to make his thighs damp, “How do you fix it?”

“It’s complicated,” the lasat said, “It’s a matter of time and…well and of finding an omega who can help long term. The easiest way to regulate hormones would be for us to find a denmaker.”

Obi-Wan frowned, not sure what a denmaker but at least understanding one thing.

“He just needs to knot an omega?” Obi-Wan questioned.

The lasat nodded, “Among other thi-what are you doing?”

Obi-Wan stood, straightening his back and walking over to them in determination, managing to slip into Jaster’s lap easily, since the man froze when he realized what Obi-Wan was doing.

Obi-Wan plucked the packet out of his hand easily, glaring at it for a moment.

“This is going to make you sick?” Obi-Wan asked, looking at Jaster seriously.

“It will probably be fine,” Jaster said evenly.

“No it won’t,” Kal shot back.

Obi-Wan threw it across the room and everyone froze.

“You don’t need the pack,” Obi-Wan murmured, hands wrapping around Jaster’s neck, “I’m right here.”

“You need to get out of my lap,” Jaster murmured, “You don’t understand what you are doing and I- I’m ten minutes behind on my pill.”

“I just told you that you don’t need it,” Obi-Wan said again, more firmly, “Take out your cock.”

Jaster’s breath hitched and Obi-Wan watched as his adam’s apple bobbed with his thick swallow.

“What?” Jaster’s voice was hoarse.

“Unzip and take out your cock,” Obi-Wan said, slower, “And take your eyes off those stupid pills. Look at me.”

Jaster’s eyes found his, his hands squeezing Obi-Wan’s hips tightly.

“Good alpha,” Obi-Wan murmured softly, “What a good alpha you are for me. Now why don’t you take out your cock for me? I want to see it, alpha. I need it so bad.”

Jaster’s pupils were blown as he reached between them, unzipping the crotch on his suit and pulling out his cock for Obi-Wan.

“Oh, there it is,” Obi-Wan crooned softly, nuzzling at Jaster’s neck, “What a good alpha, taking out your cock for your omega. Why don’t you let me take it from here?”

“Holy kriff, he alpha-spaced him,” Zubian whispered in amazement.

Obi-Wan ignored them, wrapping his hand around Jaster’s cock, eyes widening in surprise as he realized that his hand was rubbing up and down ridges, looking down at the man’s leaking cock and taking in the firm shaft in his hand, shuddering a little as he stroked it, more slick leaking from him in anticipation.

“That’s it, alpha,” Obi-Wan murmured softly, “Let me get you ready. My cunt is aching for you, I’m so wet. I need your knot. Can you give me a knot? I promise I’ll be good for you.”

A low growl ripped from Jaster’s throat and the man started to nip at Obi-Wan’s neck and then he was rumbling happily, hips twitching into Obi-Wan’s touch as Obi-Wan thumbed the precome off the tip, spreading it along the man’s cock as he tilted his head to give Jaster more room.

Obi -Wan hummed happily as fingers started to play with his wet folds, Jaster rumbling even louder as he sunk two fingers into Obi-Wan, immediately curling them to rub at the swell of nerves in the front of his cunt and making his thighs tense.

“Oh yeah,” Obi-Wan sighed softly, “That’s it, alpha. Get me nice and ready for you. I’m going to ride you until I’m stuck on your knot. How does that sound? Are you going to give your omega a nice big knot? I’m in heat, alpha. I really need it.”

Obi-Wan took the third finger as Jaster pressed it into him, rocking on the man’s hand as he continued to stroke him, sucking in a sharp breath as Jaster’s thumb found his clit, rubbing circles over it as Obi-Wan grew wetter.

“That’s it,” Obi-Wan nuzzled Jaster’s temple, “Now why don’t you-uhh- why don’t you let me take my seat, alpha? I’m ready.”

Jaster pulled his hand back immediately, leaning back and widening his stance, chest heaving with breaths as he watched Obi-Wan shift, rising and holding Jaster’s cock in place as he started to sink down on it, groaning softly as it filled him, the ridges rubbing deliciously against his walls and making his toes curl.

“Oh that’s it,” Obi-Wan moaned happily, “That’s it. Give it to me, alpha. Fill up my cunt.”

Jaster growled, shoving Obi-Wan down and Obi-Wan gasped, eyes widening and mouth falling open. He rocked back and forth on Jaster’s cock, letting it hit every single spot inside of him, grounding down happily as he got used to the feeling of being spread on him.

“Shit are you okay?”

Jaster’s growl turned dark as Kal stepped up behind them.

“Don’t growl at me, asshole,” Kal snapped at him, “Or I’m going to dissolve our bond.”

The noise out of Jaster’s mouth was crushed and Kal muttered to himself, hand reaching out to find the back of Jaster’s neck as he knelt down.

“Hey, hey I’m just being an asshole,” Kal murmured, “It’s okay. I’m just trying to check on our omega, okay? Or have you forgotten that you’ve got zabrak blood? Your cock probably isn’t what he’s used to be and you’re bigger than Zubian.”

“Oh I’m delightful,” Obi-Wan murmured, “It feels so good. I’ve never been so full.”

“Yeah that I believe,” Kal huffed out a laugh, “Jas is bigger than most humans and zabraks. The first time he tried to dick me down I almost fist-fought him.”

“It’s good,”  Obi-Wan promised, leaning his head against Jaster’s chest, “Feels good.”

“Alright, you just let me know if anything changes, alright?” Kal checked, rubbing Obi-Wan’s back softly.

“I will,” Obi-Wan promised, purring softly at the touch.

Kal sat back and Obi-Wan looked back to see the man’s dark look as he eyed the both of them.

“What do you say we turn me around and give them a show?” Obi-Wan murmured to Jaster, “Let them see what you’re doing to my sweet pussy. That way we don’t leave them out.”

Jaster yanked Obi-Wan back off his cock as Obi-Wan yelped and then turned him around with ease, shoving him back down onto his cock with one smooth motion.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said in surprise as he saw the group that had gathered; Qaz, Zubian, and Myles on the bed as the lasat sat down on it, two more poking in through the door.

“Come in,” Obi-Wan breathed as he looked at the Nautolan and the Besalisk in the archway, “And get comfortable.”

They were all but tripping over themselves to get into the room, finding spots on the floor as they looked up at Obi-Wan in awe and Obi-Wan watched in interest as hands disappeared underneath hems, the outlines of cocks clear through pants.

The besalisk pulled out both of his cocks, thick and huge as he wrapped one hand around each, the other two bracing himself against the floor as he opened his legs a little, stroking them softly.

“That one’s definitely going to be interesting,” Obi-Wan murmured, “It’s a good thing I have two holes.”

The besalisk’s hips twitched against his will and then Obi-Wan was looking into brown eyes as the man licked his lips.

Jaster wrapped his arms around Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan hummed happily.

“Are you ready, darling?” Obi-Wan asked softly.

He could feel Jaster nod.

“Al right. Be patient with me, okay? I’m- I’m still fairly new at this,” Obi-Wan said as he lifted himself halfway before letting gravity sink him back down on the cock that was splitting him open, “Ohhhhhh.”

His eyes fluttered shut against his will and he rocked back and forth a few times, letting the feeling of being full sink in before he lifted himself again—a little further this time—before sinking down again, mouth opening as he moaned softly.

“Oh that’s so good,” Obi-Wan murmured, grounding down before he started to bounce up and down softly on the man’s cock, keeping his pace steady as he let the man fill him up over and over again, heat swirling in his gut when hands tightened on his waist squeezing and helping him to move faster, slamming him down on the cock and making his toes curl.

He lost himself in the feeling of being filled, panting softly as he took Jaster’s cock over and over again, groaning happily as he could feel the man’s knot start to swell at his base, letting the knot catch and stretch his rim, opening his eyes and squeaking in surprise.

Everyone was watching him, some hands shoved into pants and others with their cocks in clear view, stroking themselves as they stared at where Obi-Wan was being split open over and over again on Jaster’s cock.

Obi-Wan shivered, hardly able to believe that so many alphas were looking at him—only him—like they would just as happily be in Jaster’s place given the chance and he blushed, the heat reaching his chest as he came hard under their scrutiny, cock dribbling cum uselessly against his stomach as his cunt clenched hard around Jaster.

“ Kriff, kriff ,” Jaster muttered, grinding up into Obi-Wan as he panted through his orgasm, crying out in surprise as the man’s knot swelled inside of him and something raked at his walls, followed by a flood of something that soothed the ache, leaving him dazed as he blinked at the group.

“Kark he’s so beautiful.”

Obi-Wan heard the besalisk mutter before he was coming, both of his cocks splattering cock over his thighs and on the ground underneath him as his knots swelled and Obi-Wan whimpered as the man started to kriff his hand, dark eyes watching Obi-Wan as his thighs clenched.

The re was another soft groan and Obi-Wan licked his lips despite the head rush that overcame him as he watched the lasat come, hand wrapped around his cock as he continued to work it over, hips twitching into his fist.

“Oh,” Obi-Wan murmured, head swimming as he let Jaster pull him closer, nuzzling softly at his neck, tilting to bare more of his shoulder for Jaster to scent.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Jaster said after a few minutes, his voice wrecked, “It could have been dangerous for you. What were you planning on doing if all the alphas in here lost their grip and decided they needed to knot you?”

“Opened my legs wider?” Obi-Wan suggested breathlessly, stuttering out a noise as Jaster’s cock shoved even deeper into him, knot splitting him open.

Jaster growled, the noise making a gush of slick leave Obi-Wan, coating Jaster’s cock and thighs.

“Do you feel better?” Obi-Wan murmured.

Jaster was quiet for a long moment.

“Yeah,” he admitted and Obi-Wan could feel the man’s face get hot, “Feels a lot better.”

“Good,” Obi-Wan said, settling against the man, “We’re- we’re gonna be stuck for a while though and I think- I don’t know exactly what happened but- my head feels funny.”

“Bad funny?” Jaster questioned.

“No, no like…mmmm, like it’s floating,” Obi-Wan responded.

“It’s the dathoynum ,” Jaster murmured, “It’s a pain killer and an aphrodisiac. It’s to help because of the spining…it’s….that’s why I normally stay out of the knotting. Zabraks have thinner cocks to compensate but the…human DNA didn’t allow for it. It can be…overwhelming. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Obi-Wan said tiredly, turning to nuzzle under the man’s chin, “Feels n’ce. ‘m so full. I love it.”

“Where the kark did Kal find you?” Jaster whispered.

“At a bar,” Obi-Wan mumbled, “Was tryna find someone to give me a nest so I could go into heat.”

“Yeah?” Jaster asked, “And was it worth the nest?”

“Was what worth the nest?” Obi-Wan asked, “The wait? Yeah.”

“No t he being rammed halfway to Zhellday by four different kinds of cock while being watched by six alphas,” Jaster muttered.

“Oh that was the best part,” Obi-Wan muttered, “I wanna try the double cock next if he’ll let me.”

Jaster’s grip was almost painful on his thighs.

“You mean Jaa- the besalisk?” Jaster questioned and Obi-Wan nuzzled harder against his jaw, nipping softly as he rode the high, enjoying the sensation of Jaster spilling come into him over and over again.

“Yeah,” Obi-Wan agreed softly, “I might need some preparation for my ass but I get wet there too like a traditional omega so it shouldn’t take too much work.”

“Did he just say what I think he said?” Obi-Wan heard a voice from in front of them but he focused on scenting Jaster, enjoying the way the man got more and more heavy against him as he relaxed further.

“Let him come down from his high before you take any of his words to heart,” Jaster warned but Obi-Wan was too busy falling asleep against the man to hear anymore.

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Obi-Wan woke up shoved between two alphas and he hummed happily, letting the heat start to build in his gut as he enjoyed the feeling of being touched.

“Hey, baby boy.”

Obi-Wan opened his eyes to look at the head peeking up over Kal’s shoulder.

“Hi,” Obi-Wan said shyly, blushing softly as he could feel himself starting to get wet again.

“Oh,” the besalisk murmured, “I can smell you. You’re ready again, aren’t you?”

Obi-Wan nodded as Jaa sat up, reaching over Kal and Obi-Wan squeaked as let himself be pulled from the cuddle puddle by four arms, two against his ribs and two holding his ass tightly.

“Oh for the love of Mandalore,” the man murmured, eyes falling to Obi-Wan’s half-hard cock, “Look at you. You’ve got a little bit of everything, don’t you, baby boy?”

Obi-Wan bit his lip nervously but nodded.

“Do you remember what you offered before you fell asleep?” Jaa murmured, two hands running up and down his sides as the other two squeezed his ass tightly.

Obi -Wan nodded, looking down with a flush as he looked at Jaa’s cocks fattening up, rising as blood filled them.

“Are those really for me?” Obi-Wan asked softly and the besalisk moaned.

“They definitely can be for you,” he agreed, voice thick, “Is that what you want?”

Obi-Wan nodded again.

“Why don’t we lay you back and get you ready then?” he rumbled, laying Obi-Wan back as he looked around at the awakening alphas; Jaster and Kal looking down his body shamelessly as he laid back.

Jaa pressed on his thighs until Obi-Wan was nearly bent in half before he leaned forward and Obi-Wan squeaked loudly as a thick, long tongue licked him from cunt to ass before a mouth dove in against his asshole, making him squirm and moan as Jaa ate him open noisily, tongue dipping inside of his hole and mouth sucking on his rim as Obi-Wan shoved the palm of his hand into his mouth to quiet himself.

Someone pulled his hand free and then he was looking at Qaz, the man knelt beside his head.

“We all want to hear you, sweetheart,” Qaz murmured, “Don’t quiet yourself on our accounts. Make all the noise you want.”

Obi-Wan moaned loudly as hands reached down to push his cheeks apart even more, lips and tongue playing with his ass as he squirmed desperately on the besalisk’s face.

Obi-Wan’s mouth watered as he caught sight of the kiffar’s cock, hanging heavy and hard between his legs.

“Can-Can I-?” Obi-Wan could barely speak as pleasure sparked up his spine, making his toes curl and heat twist in his gut.

“What is it?” Qaz asked, shifting closer, “What do you need?”

“Just- a little- closer,” Obi-Wan managed to bite out, “Turn, turn me aro-please.”

“Jaa I think he’s uncomfortable being twisted up like a pretzel,” Qaz said, “Can you set him on his hands and knees?”

Jaa pulled back, eyes dark as he looked at Obi-Wan for a long movement before turning him over so he could settle again and then a thick finger was rubbing gently at his hole.

“Push it in,” Obi-Wan managed to gasp out, “Open me up for your cock. Qa- c’mere. C’mere, please.”

Qaz shifted even closer as he looked down at Obi-Wan, face concerned right up until the point that Obi-Wan wrapped his lips around his cock, moaning happily as he shoved his head down until he choked, pulling back with wide eyes.

“Oh it tastes good,” Obi-Wan said, surprised, “I like it-ohhhhhhh.”

Obi-Wan’s eyelids fluttered as a thick finger pushed into his ass, Jaa keeping a steady but slow pace as he filled Obi-Wan up.

Obi-Wan dove back down, whimpering around Qaz’s cock as the man hissed softly, thighs trembling as Obi-Wan sucked happily, groaning as Jaa started to kriff him on the single finger, rubbing against his prostate without much effort.

“Oh for the love of…” Jaster breathed.

“Yeah he’s really going for it,” Qaz’s voice was high as Obi-Wan started to bob his head up and down, hand wrapping around what he couldn’t fit in his mouth as his eyes closed, moaning as a second finger started to stretch him, making him feel like he was being split open as they reached inside of him, rubbing gently to get him used to the feeling.

“What is he even doing?” Kal asked.

“He said he liked the taste,” Qaz said weakly, hands finding Obi-Wan’s hair.

“I’ve never heard that before,” Kal muttered and then Obi-Wan looked over as Jaster gasped, surprised to see Kal pressed up against the alpha’s back, hand wrapped around his cock as he jerked him off quickly.

Obi-Wan whimpered as Jaa pressed two fingers into his cunt, giving his pussy the same treatment as his ass as he opened them back up.

It felt better than anything he’d ever felt, being stuffed so full and he started to kriff himself on the besalisk’s fingers, swallowing Qaz’s cock over and over as he bobbed his head up and down, choking himself on it so that tears started to clump his lashes together.

When the fingers were removed Obi-Wan popped off, looking back at the man and whining.

“It’s alright,” two of Jaa’s hands ran up and down his sides, “I’ve got you. I’m just testing to see if you’re ready for the real thing, sweetheart.”

Ob i-Wan watched as the man grabbed one of his cocks with one hand, tapping Obi-Wan’s cunt before lining it up, slipping just the head in as Obi-Wan’s thighs tensed, cunt feeling like it was being split open on just that little bit.

“Kriff it’s so tight,” Jaa muttered, “I’m not sure I should-.”

“Shove it in,” Obi-Wan demanded, “Split me open on it. Please, I want to feel you in my throat.”

Obi-Wan turned back, mouth falling open as the man pushed into him slowly, filling him up to the brim as he looked up at Qaz.

“And I want you in my throat,” Obi-Wan murmured, looking up at the man through his eyelashes, “Can I put it in my mouth again, please?”

“You don’t ever have to ask,” Qaz said and Obi-Wan let out a choked noise as Jaa bottomed out behind him, cunt aching and trembling around the man’s cock.

“Oh that’s it,” Obi-Wan breathed softly, “Now my other hole. And then we can really start again.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not sure-,” Jaa started to say.

“In me,” Obi-Wan cut him off softly, “Break me, I don’t care. I want both your cocks inside of me.”

There was a long moment where Obi-Wan didn’t think the man would do it and then there was a little shuffling and the head of his second cock was rubbing against Obi-Wan’s asshole.

“Oh yeah that’s it,” Obi-Wan moaned softly, “Give it to me, alpha. Split me open.”

The head of Jaa’s cock popped into Oi-Wan’s ass and he groaned loudly, body trembling as he panted loudly, pain running up his spine even as he pushed back onto it, sinking Jaa’s cock deeper into his body as he shook.

“Yeah just like that,” Obi-Wan managed to murmur out as he looked, mouth open as Qaz.

He ducked back down to take Qaz’s cock in his mouth as tears pricked in the corner of his eyes, Jaa’s cocks making him feel like he was going to burst, even as he started to kriff himself on them, pleasure shooting up his spine. Obi-Wan speared himself on Jaa’s cock over and over again, sucking messily around Qaz’s cock as the man’s hips started to jerk up, choking Obi-Wan on it.

Obi -Wan took a deep breath through his nose, letting Qaz gag him on his cock over and over again as he chased the pleasure of having both his pleasure points jammed at the same time, feeling like he was floating as his toes curled and he started to come hard, thighs clenching together as his cunt fluttered around Jaa’s cocks.

His eyes flew open as he felt the man’s knot start to swell, jerking off Qaz’s cock as he gasped in pain, Qaz’s come hitting him on the chin and mouth as Jaa jerked back, keeping his knot outside of Obi-Wan until it had fully formed before grinding it against his rim, come pouring into him with every jerk of the besalisk’s cocks.

“Yeah that’s it, baby boy, I’ve got you,” Jaa promised, pressing against Obi-Wan’s back as he ground against his holes, hands coming between his legs as one hand played with his clit and the other stroked his cock as Obi-Wan squirmed desperately.

Hands squeezed his ass and he came again, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Jaa continued to stimulate him, stroking him through his orgasm as one of the man’s hands left his ass to tilt his face so that Jaa could press their mouths together.

It was a little awkward, but Obi-Wan opened his mouth, letting the man nip at his mouth, tongue running against Obi-Wan’s lips and lapping softly at the inside of his mouth.

“Holy kriff, did he really-?”

Obi-Wan broke the kiss to look at the lasat for a minute.

“I’m so full,” Obi-Wan muttered to him, “It feels so good.”

“You are such a perfect little omega,” Jaa told him, nipping at his neck as his hands left Obi-Wan’s sexes, “What a good little boy taking everything that I’ve got to give you. I can’t believe you really did it, baby. You took them both like a natural.”

The man ground his knots harder against Obi-Wan’s holes and he groaned softly.

“Kiss me again,” Obi-Wan breathed, opening his mouth as Jaa dipped back down to catch his lips.

“How did we get so lucky to find you?” Qaz murmured, “He’s perfect.”

“I was at a bar tryna find a nest,” Obi-Wan murmured as Jaa pulled back, “And Kal said to follow him.”

“Yeah?” Jaa asked, rubbing against the back of Obi-Wan’s shoulders, “And you decided you were gonna be a perfect little boy for us?”

“I’d do anything for your knots,” Obi-Wan’s face flushed crimson as he admitted it sleepily, already starting to relax in the man’s arms.

“Sleep, baby boy,” Jaa murmured, “You did so good. You deserve it.”

“Stay with me?” Obi-Wan asked softly.

“I’ll be right here,” Jaa promised, “We’re going to keep you safe right here with us.”

Obi-Wan smiled softly as he was lowered against the bed, bracketed by warm bodies as he slipped into unconsciousness once more.

“It’s not as good is it?” Jaster asked, voice soft and Kal huffed against his shoulder.

“It’s better,” Kal grumbled, “After all this time your ass is perfectly shaped for my cock.”

“But you can’t knot me without a hospital trip,” Jaster said, even as Kal pressed up against his back harder, nipping at his shoulder.

“I married you ten years ago, Jaster. You aren’t getting rid of me that easily,” Kal warned, “So you better keep that ass warm for me.”

Jaster huffed out a soft laugh as Kal snuggled further into him.

“It was really good,” Jaster admitted, his face flushing, “He…he knows how to handle all of us and he’s…he seems thrilled to do it. It’s the worst kriffing tease in the world.”

“You can call it a tease but it’s been over a decade since anyone let me knot them,” Jaa’s voice was thick, “We haven’t been able to get a single omega that we’ve brought into the fold to agree. We’re lucky if they let Zubian inside of them.”

“Don’t forget the girl who screamed because my cock is and I quote ‘fuzzy’,” Huza grumbled out, “Like a little hair was too much to deal with. I wasn’t even gonna knot her, it’s not like she had to worry about the barbs.”

“At l east that one omega didn’t laugh when she looked at your dick and call it tiny,” Myles huffed out, “Even though I’m above average. It’s a good thing Kal’s dick wasn’t out yet.”

“You can judge me all you want but I’m the only one getting laid regularly,” Kal muttered against Jaster’s shoulder.

“Do you…do you think he’d go with us?”

Zubian curled closer against Qaz as he spoke softly.

“We could ask,” Jaa muttered, “Right, Jaster?”

Jaster swallowed thickly, “He’ll probably say no. Everyone I’ve met here said that the Stewjoni don’t leave their planet because they are expected to take care of the generation before them. They tend to live in large homes with multiple generations. He’s probably got people waiting for him to come home.”

“I don’t know,” Kal murmured, “He seemed like he was on his own in that bar. Maybe he’ll want to come with us. If anything, he’s definitely sexually compatible and it isn’t like we won’t spoil the kark out of him.”

“He’s still got to meet Darro and Adarri,” Jaster murmured, “And just because he was fine with Jaa doesn’t mean that he’ll be okay with Kuna.”

“Apparently I’m slimy feeling,” Kuna muttered, tendrils twitching.

“He just took two cocks big enough to break him and you think Kuna will be the one to do it,” Qaz muttered, “That would be our luck.”

“Well he’s got one more day of his heat,” Kal murmured, “There’s only one way to find out.”

“What's the situation with Adarri?” Jaster asked, looking up at Huza.

“He said he probably needs another two days and he’ll be back,” Huza reported, “He sounded real put out to miss this but he said that he knew that this was the last thing you were expecting.”

“I definitely wasn’t expecting it,” Jaster agreed, looking at the small omega curled in Jaa’s arms.

“We can at least try, right?” Zubian asked, closing his eyes.

“We can try,” Jaster agreed.

“Oh that is wonderful,” Obi-Wan panted softly as he rode Kuna harder, “How do you-ohhhhh…how do you get it to move?”

Kuna’s hands tightened on his hips and he grit out words.

“It’s normal. It’s so that I can help to fertilize eggs.”

“Oh I love it,” Obi-Wan said, letting his legs open wider, “Oh it’s wonderful. Do all three sections move?”

Kuna almost couldn’t breathe as Obi-Wan looked down at the two tendrils that weren’t inside of him, twitching between his legs as Obi-Wan continued to kriff himself on the one wriggling inside of him.

“Yeah,” Kuna agreed.

“Oh perfect. Go ahead and put them in me,” Obi-Wan breathed softly, “Can you knot?”

He shook his head, “I’m an alpha but I don’t…have the same biology. We’ll have to- to switch when you want a knot.”

Obi-Wan rocked back and forth happily as Kuna let the other two tendrils slip into his wet, puffy cunt.

“Oh-okay,” Obi-Wan said, “I- I only need the pressure so…do you think that-ahhhh…do you think you could just…curl on up near my rim to mimic it? If-ohh yes, please just like that, harder, rub against it harder- just- ohhh if works you can finish inside of me.”

Kuna rocked against him harder and Obi-Wan whimpered as the tendrils inside of him curled up, placing pressure on his rim that made his toes curl.

“Ohhh yes just like that,” Obi-Wan breathed softly, “That will do nicely. Oh, it feels amazing.”

Kuna’s face was dark blue as he kriffed up into Obi-Wan, rolling his tendrils along his walls and stuffing him up, making sure the tips curled along to barrel him towards his orgasm.

Obi-Wan froze, groaning softly as he trembled around Kuna’s tendrils and he moaned softly as he rubbed up against Obi-Wan’s walls, letting the vibrations push him over the edge of he came, all three tendrils leaking out his spend as he curled them along Obi-Wan’s rim.

Obi-Wan nuzzled along his shoulder, “Oh yeah. Yeah, that’s perfect. Right there. Just stay right there. Is this okay? Is my- my cunt okay?”

Kun a pulled the man down on top of him, rubbing softly at his rim as he sighed happily, buried in the man’s tight heat.

“It’s perfect,” Kuna murmured, “Your cunt feels amazing.”

“Mmm good,” Obi-Wan sighed, “We’re going to have to try those in my ass, you know?”

Kuna jerked, tendrils fluttering inside Obi-Wan in excitement and he moaned happily.

“Yes those are going to feel so good against my prostate,” Obi-Wan breathed happily, “Thank you for holding me. I like it.”

“I’ll hold you for as long as you want,” Kuna said honestly, looking over at Jaster helplessly as Obi-Wan snuggled against him, body relaxing with sleep.

“This is gonna hurt.”

Jaster muttered the words to himself and Kuna sighed as Obi-Wan nuzzled him in his sleep, purring softly.

“I think this is gonna be the last one,” Obi-Wan murmured, “It’s almost done.”

“Your heat?” Myles grunted in question as he kriffed into his ass again.

Obi-Wan nodded, grinding down happily onto Huza’s cock.

“Mmm that tickles…but it’s good,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Feels good around me.”

“You’re so pretty when you’re drunk on two cocks,” Myles murmured as he continued to pound into him, “Look how pretty.”

“Couldn’t leave you out,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Everyone needs a turn.”

“Oh is that so?” Huza murmured as he thrust up into Obi-Wan’s cunt again, “We all get a ride with the sweetest omega I’ve ever met?”

Obi-Wan preened under the praise, panting softly as they both kriffed into him, filling him to the brim as both of their knots started to swell.

“I’m gonna have to pull out soon,” Huza muttered as he panted, “Or it’s going to be a little uncomfortable.”

Obi-Wan squirmed back and forth on their cocks, smiling at Huza with a drunk look as he took them both with ease, “No you don’t. You’re gonna knot right inside of me.”

Huza groaned softly and Myles gripped Obi-Wan’s hips hard, moaning softly as he came inside the man, knot swelling and locking them together as he ground against his ass.

“Oo ohhh yes,” Obi-Wan murmured, “That’s it. We’re almost there.”

“Keep kriffing,” Obi-Wan whispered in Huza’s ear and he was helpless to deny the man, pounding into him over and over again as heat stirred in his gut, the idea of finally being able to knot for the first time in almost five years too much.

“Oh yes that’s it,” Obi-Wan breathed softly, “Get that cock nice and ready for me. You’re gonna dig nice and deep into my cunt.”

Huza squeezed his eyes shut grinding up into Obi-Wan’s cock desperately as the barbs started to rake against Obi-Wan’s walls.

“Oh they’re firmer,” Obi-Wan whimpered softly as Huza’s knot finally popped and he came in him in a wave of come, panting into the man’s shoulder as he arched his back.

“‘m sorry but it’s gonna hurt a little,” Huza warned and then Obi-Wan gasped, fingers digging into Huza’s side as the barbs scraped against his insides.

“Oh that’s- that-,” Obi-Wan cut himself off, face twisted in discomfort, “Jas-Jaster?”

Jaster was at his side in a second.

“What- what is it?” Jaster said and then he looked down sharply at Huza as he realized, “You didn’t.”

“I did,” Huza admitted in embarrassment.

“Huza-,” Jaster snapped out.

He stopped when Obi-Wan swatted at him, “No. Don’t yell at him.”

Jaster sighed, brushing some of Obi-Wan’s sweaty hair out of his face, “What do you need then, cyar’ika ?”

“I’m stuck,” Obi-Wan said, bottom lip out in a pout.

“I can see that,” Jaster agreed softly, “Did you just want to tell me that?”

“Can you get me some bacta for after it goes down?” Obi-Wan asked, face half-smushed against Huza’s chest, “I’m sore.”

“I would imagine so,” Jaster said, “But I’ll get you some bacta, alright?”

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Can I have more water too, please?”

“Definitely,” Jaster agreed, “And I’ll get you some food too, mesh’la .”

“Mmm thanks, love you,” Obi-Wan murmured sleepily.

The back of Jaster’s throat burned as he swallowed.

“Get some sleep, baby,” Jaster said softly, “I’ll get everything you need.”

“Holy kriff it smells like a damn den in here,” Adarri muttered as he stepped in, stopping to blink when he caught sight of the omega sitting on the couch, snuggled between Jaster and Kal on Kuna’s lap as he munched on a ration bar.

“We could make you real food,” Jaster reminded the omega before turning to Adarri, “I take it that the objective has been completed.”

Adarri nodded slowly, “Yeah. Beltuu is on his way to Nal Hutta and Darro went to the port to put the credits into our accounts. We’ll be good for another nine months with the money from that. Are you still planning on taking a trip to Wild Space? I heard from Qaz that you said that you we’re supposed to leave for three months.”

The omega perked up a little in interest, “Wild Space? Why are you going there?”

Adarri eyed the omega, taking in the mouth-sized bruises along his neck and chest and the sleep dress that he was in, settled in Kuna’s lap comfortably.

“Maybe not nine months,” Adarri finally settled on, “After we settle this tab. Although from the looks of it, it was worth it. Don’t suppose we could maybe extend things an hour?”

Jaster tensed and Adarri raised a brow.

“I don’t think you can extend a heat,” he said curtly and stood, even as the omega frowned and reached for him.

“Jaster?” the omega asked quietly.

“I didn’t realize. That’s on me,” Jaster murmured, “But Kal didn’t either.”

Kal looked cautious even as the omega frowned harder.

“Realize what?” he asked.

“That he’s a briit’veriduur ,” Jaster kept his voice even and soft, “And we’ve probably just racked up quite a bill. It’s expensive. A lot more expensive than finding a regular veriduur .”

“You guys didn’t realize some little omega willing to be kriffed by Jaa was a briit’veriduur ?” Adarri questioned in disbelief and then, “Oh. Yeah. I guess no on that extra hour then. Kark. I’m real sorry I missed that. Might just use some credits outta my own personal stash honestly.”

“We need to pack up,” Jaster finally barked out, “Our mission is complete and we’re going to have to take another one right away to make up the losses on this one. We’ll go to Wild Space after we make up the credits.”

The omega settled deeper into Kuna’s hold, whining and gripping Kal’s arm as the man went to stand.

“You heard ‘im,” Kal said softly, “We gotta pack up. He’s the team lead and the alpha head. We can’t just ignore ‘im.”

“Kuna! Are you going to start packing up or are you going to sit there like a moron?” Jaster snapped and Obi-Wan frowned as the nautolan tensed underneath him, hands finding Obi-Wan’s thighs to move him.

“No!” Obi-Wan protested immediately, hands wrapping around the man’s neck, “I don’t want to sit on my own. You have to stay with me.”

“The bill is already racked up, Jas,” Kal murmured, “You might as well let us get all the use out of it that we can. Post-heat is normally covered under the regular fees.”

“Put him down,” Jaster growled, “This isn’t about the bill. This is about getting back into your heads and out of the headspace of denning that we are all in right now.”

Obi-Wan whined loudly as he was set aside, frowning as he looked around at the flurry of activity.

“That’s not fair,” Obi-Wan’s shoulders fell, “I want to be held. I thought that you’d at least hold me until the end of my heat.”

He frowned even harder as everyone seemed to ignore him.

“How many jobs do you think we’ll have to take?” Qaz murmured.

“I hear that minimum it’s 100k,” Myles muttered, “So at least two or three. And that’s not even including all the charges that he could add on.”

“I didn’t even know that briit’veriduur worked out this far,” Zubian mumbled, “I thought you normally only found them on planets that want denmakers.”

Obi-Wan whined even louder, hands reaching out for Jaster as the man pinched the bridge of his nose.

Jaster sighed harshly, sitting down, “Just let me know how much we owe you and where to send the credits.”

“What?” Obi-Wan asked, “What do you mean?”

“The credits that we owe you,” Jaster gritted out, “How much do we owe you?”

Obi-Wan frowned, “Owe me? Owe me for what?”

“You already won!” Jaster snapped out, “We’ll pay you for the whole time just tell me how much it is.”

Ob i-Wan whimpered, shrinking back against his tone.

“Hey don’t yell at him,” Kal’s arms wrapped around Obi-Wan and he squirmed, shoving into the man’s chest and wrapping his arms around the man’s neck until Kal sighed softly, scooping him up and tucking him against his chest, “You know as well as I do that it isn’t his fault that we didn’t understand. It’s not like he made a secret of it.”

“Secret of what?” Obi-Wan asked, fingers digging into the back of Kal’s neck at the dark look that Jaster was giving him.

“If I give you a comm do you know the number to call?” Kal murmured.

“I don’t have anyone to call,” Obi-Wan whimpered, “I don’t want to call anyone.”

“Then do we pay you directly?” Kal questioned softly.

“Pay me for what?” Obi-Wan shoved his face into the man’s neck, dragging the scent of the alpha to help calm his nerves.

“For the sex,” Kal finally said, voice tight, “How much we owe you for the sex, Obi-Wan?”

“You don’t owe me money for the sex,” Obi-Wan muttered miserably against Kal’s shoulder, “I just wanted to nest and spend my heat with an alpha. I don’t want your money.”

“Then what is it you want?” Kal questioned.

“I wanted to be cuddled for the rest of my post-heat,” Obi-Wan whispered, “But everyone has to pack up. Does- does that mean you are leaving?”

“On to our next assignment,” Zubian agreed, “Our work here is done so we’ll go back to our ship and wait for our next job.”

“But- does that mean you aren’t coming back?” Obi-Wan moved his head to look at Zubian.

“Not unless we get another job here,” Jaster said tightly, “Which isn’t likely.”

“But- but-,” Obi-Wan stopped as the disappointment rushed through him, filling his veins with ice.

“But what?” Jaster asked and he sounded tired.

“I don’t want you to go,” Obi-Wan murmured, “I want you to stay here with me in our nest.”

Obi-Wan could feel the tension in the air and he frowned.

“Jaster?” he asked meekly.

“We can’t stay,” Jaster said tightly, “But if you really want we could make you a nest on our ship. It’s…it’s our home, for all intents and purposes, unless we are back on Mandalore.”

“A nest? In your home?” Obi-Wan asked, perking up a little as Kal’s hands squeezed his thighs tighter.

Jaster nodded tightly.

“And I can…have it? A nest?” Obi-Wan questioned shyly.

“It’s not that simple,” Jaster replied, “We don’t have a single alpha for you. We’re a den. We aren’t looking for an omega, we’re looking for a denmaker, which means that you’ll be mated to all ten of us. Including Darro, who you haven’t even met yet.”

Jaster blinked as Obi-Wan lit up, squirming until Kal put him down before he scrambled for Jaster, whining until Jaster sighed and picked him up, pressing the man under his chin as he nuzzled under Jaster’s jaw.

He couldn’t lie and say that it wasn’t soothing, to be scented by an omega and his muscles relaxed against his will as the hormones flooded his system.

“I get eight alphas?” Obi-Wan asked and it almost sounded to Jaster’s ears like he was thrilled by the prospect and something tightened in his chest. It was the first omega they’d found who hadn’t sounded horrified by the prospect and still, Jaster almost felt like he couldn’t trust it.

“There’s a room on our ship that’s set aside for a denmaker,” Jaster said, voice a little hoarse, “There’s room for a nest big enough to fit all of us, a small sitting area, and a ‘fresher connected. It’s the biggest room on the ship.”

“And it’ll be mine?” Obi-Wan pressed.

“Yeah,” Jaster agreed, “And any alpha you invite with you. But…you have to- have to be willing to mate with six of the ten alphas.”

It almost hurt his chest to admit it, knowing that most denmakers left out one or two of the group while also knowing that both Jaa and Darro couldn’t find anyone willing to mate them and Huza wasn’t far behind them.

“Six?” Obi-Wan frowned, “Can I-Can I-?”

He stopped, biting his lip.

“Can you what?” Jaster pressed, sitting on the couch and pulling the omega into his lap, gesturing for everyone to come back.

He found himself plastered against a roomful of alphas right away, all of them dropping any pretence of work to come to curl up in a pile on the couch.

“It’s probably selfish,” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Six is the minimum,” Jaster said again, trying to keep his voice even, “But if you’re only- because we are such a…diverse group if it’s only five then-.”

“No!” Obi-Wan squeaked, turning scarlet, “I just meant- meant…”

He trailed off before looking up at Jaster through his lashes, “Maybe I can- can take…a few more?”

Jaster swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the movement.

“You can take on as many of the group as you want,” he said, mouth dry, “There’s…ten of us.”

“And I can…” ObI-Wan flushed deeper, even though he hadn’t thought it was possible, “All of you? For myself?”

Jaster nodded, pupils dilating as he looked at Obi-Wan.

“And…what else…does a denmaker do?” Obi-Wan questioned softly.

“It depends,” Jaster murmured, “That’s something that…we’d have to talk about but- but is this something that you really want? We’re travelling for over three-quarters of the year.”

“But- but I go with you right?” Obi-Wan asked.

Jaster nodded again.

“Then I- I want to go,” Obi-Wan whispered, “Please? Please can I come with you?”

His voice was pleading and Jaster felt like he couldn’t breathe, the air thick so thick with the scent of alpha that you could cut through it.

“We can do it the traditional way,” Jaster offered, throat tight, “Where we make a nesting room for you and we attempt to court you…that way…that way it goes at your pace.”

“Courting?”

Jaster hadn’t been sure that Obi-Wan could perk up any more than he already had but he almost glowed at the offer and it settled something in Jaster’s chest to see him so excited.

“Yeah,” Jaster agreed, “Courting. It’s where we try to win the right to stay with you in your nest.”

“I-I’d like that,” Obi-Wan’s voice was soft, “I want- I want to go with you. Please.”

“Alright. We’ll- we’ll get it set up,” Jaster said, voice a little shaky, “Just-just give us some time, yeah?”

“Ok ay,” Obi-Wan agreed, “While- While I’m waiting could I- could I maybe get some things?”

Jaster nodded, “Yeah. We’ll- we’ll meet back up with you. Maybe at…?”

He trailed off, looking at Kal.

“How about at the bar that I met you at?” Kal suggested, “We’ll meet you there and take you to the ship.”

“Okay,” Obi-Wan nodded, “Then- Then I’ll get ready to go but- but first can I- can I maybe have a kiss?”

He flushed as he spoke and Jaster was ducking down before he could even think of it, pressing their lips together softly, nipping at Obi-Wan’s bottom lip before pressing their foreheads together.

“We’ll see you…later today?” Jaster asked.

“Mhm,” Obi-Wan agreed, “If I’m not there just- just wait a bit, okay? I- I have to go across the city and it might take a little bit of time.”

“We can do that,” Jaster promised.

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Obi-Wan ignored the slight ribbing that he heard, packing up his meagre belongings into the backpack he had, even as Rylen looked at him with pity.

“Obi-Wan if they’ve asked you to meet them then they might not- not be coming back,” she tried to keep her voice gentle even as Obi-Wan frowned.

“No they’re coming,” he said firmly, “I- I’m the one who said I would meet back with them. They’re- they’re coming, I promise. I just- I just need to be ready to go is all.”

“Okay,” she agreed, as if sensing it wasn’t any use to fight, “But if you get there and they…aren’t there for any reason you are more than welcome to come back, alright? I know that the store room isn’t exactly where you want to be sleeping but it’s still better than in the alleyways. Safer.”

“Okay,” Obi-Wan agreed as he continued shoving things into his bag, “I- Can I…have your comm? To let you know how I’m doing.”

The older twi’lek smiled at him softly, “Of course, dear. Let me go get it for you. I’d love to hear how you are.”

“Okay,” Obi-Wan said softly, “I’ve- I’ve got to go because I’ve got to make it across town again and I don’t want to keep them waiting but- I’ll comm you soon, I promise.”

“Let me get you some broth before you leave,” she murmured, “And then you can be on your way.”

“Maybe we shoulda agreed on a time,” Kal murmured and Jaster sighed.

“Or maybe we’re wasting our time,” Jaster replied, “But we can’t leave until we know. I- If this is what we’ve been looking for then…then I can’t walk away.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to,” Kal’s hand found Jaster as he peered over to where everyone was doing shots, “What did you tell them?”

“I told them that we’d wait until tomorrow night,” Jaster answered, “Because this is Stewjon’s largest city and we don’t know how long it might take him to get through it. They don’t even realize that anything might be wrong yet.”

Kal’s thumb stroked the back of Jaster’s knuckles, “It might just be like you said. It might just be that it takes some time. Maybe you should believe your own words.”

“It’s been almost twelve hours,” Jaster muttered, “And he said he’d be back today. We have another two hours before it’s tomorrow.”

Two drinks were set down on the table and Jaster looked up as Darro raised a brow, pushing them both to Jaster and Kal.

“What’d’ya know? They’ve got tihaar ,” he mentioned casually as he sat down, “Figured you both looked like you could use it. How’s it that everyone is buzzed except the two of ya?”

“We’re making sure that someone is sober enough to get everyone back,” Kal replied with a snort.

“Or are you sitting here thinking that this wonder boy of yours ain’t gonna show?” he asked, taking a sip of his own drink, “From what I heard he was the most perfect thing that you coulda found. Are you sure that it wasn’t some kinda hallucination?”

And then at Kal’s look, “I’m just saying. I heard that he took Jaa and Kuna. You know how hard it is to find someone comfortable with both? And he was okay with just regular humans? That’s insane.”

“He was definitely something,” Jaster agreed, taking the glass so he could sip the drink, nose scrunching, “Mmm, they’ve got the shit stuff here. Figures. No one out this far would know any different.”

Da rro snorted.

“Did you do what I asked?” Jaster murmured.

“It’s done, ‘alor,” he agreed, “Although I won’t lie and say it don’t feel like overkill. He’s gonna freeze up when he gets in there and sees all the damn blankets that I found. I think that the women at the stalls thought I was crazy when I asked to buy five dozen of ‘em. And that’s on top of the thirty that we’ve picked up from travelling. He’s gonna be buried in ‘em.”

“He’s gonna need them to build out his nest,” Kal murmured, “We’ve taken down all four mattresses for him.”

Darro whistled, “All four? What the hell for?”

“He’s agreed to take on all ten of us,” Jaster said and Darro choked a little on his drink.

“Are you serious?” he demanded, eyes wide, “Really all of us? Does- Does he even know about me? For the love of Mandalore. Shouldn’t he at least try to see how everyone works together before agreeing?”

“I guess they haven’t told you everything then,” Jaster said dryly, “Because he took eight knots while he was in heat.”

“There’s a difference between getting knotted a lot and-.”

“Eight different knots,” Kal corrected, “He let all of us have a turn.”

Darro cursed, “You’re serious.”

Jaster nodded, “I’m serious. So, yeah. I’m maybe going a little overboard but I’d give the damn omega a thousand blankets if that’s what he asked for.”

“Alright then,” Darro muttered, “When’s he supposed to get here? We’ve got everything ready for ‘im.”

“We didn’t specify a time because he needed to pack up,” Kal said, “So we’re just stuck here waiting for a while.”

“And you’re sure he’s coming?” Darro asked.

“No,” Jaster answered honestly, “I’m not particularly sure about much except that if there’s a chance he shows then we are definitely going to be here when it happens.”

“Alright,” Darro murmured, “Guess we’re gonna wait then. I’m assuming that everyone else don’t know that or they wouldn’t be celebrating.”

“Let them celebrate,” Kal said gruffly, “Who knows? Maybe we’re just being cynical.”

Obi-Wan squirmed out of the man’s grip, leaning away from him as he managed to get free, walking even faster towards the bar even as he could hear the man walking behind him.

“Oh c’mon! All ya have to do is bend over!” the man called after him, “You’ll like it! I promise!”

Obi-Wan hated being out at night, since it seemed that all the alphas that time of night were awful, always grabbing at him and trying to kriff him even though it was clear that more than half of them had someone to go home to at the end of the night and Obi-Wan normally refused to be within reach so late.

He’d seen what happened when you got caught and he had no desire to end up like some of the omegas who were out past dark, knowing that this late there wasn’t anyone around to help him if something were to happen.

He squeaked, jerking forward as hands found his ass, pulling away from the zygerrian that was leering at him, darting forward as he tried to grab for him again and ducking into the bar, the man on his tail.

“Oh come on!” the drunk man yelled after him, “You’d look so pretty on display in the square. There are all sorts of men who would love to see you. Isn’t that what you want? To be paid attention to?”

Obi-Wan shrunk back as the man tried to grab him again.

A hand reached out and then Obi-Wan watched with wide eyes as the zygerrian was lifted into the air, blinking at the houk who was glaring at him.

“The omega said to get lost,” the houk spat out angrily, “Or do you need a lesson on how to listen?”

The zygerrian started to curse, trying to squirm out of the houk’s grip and Obi-Wan’s eyes widened as the houk tightened his grip, the bones of the zygerrian’s wrist crunching under his grip.

“That’s not an answer,” he growled angrily.

“Kark! I heard, I heard! Now let me go!” he snapped and then the houk dropped him, letting him hit the ground hard as huffed.

“What a kriffing moron,” he muttered and then turned to Obi-Wan, “Are you alright? You really shouldn’t be walking around this late at night alone. Everyone around here is a damn animal.”

Obi- Wan shifted nervously, “I normally wouldn’t be but…I’m supposed to meet someone here.”

“Well next time tell ‘em not to be such lazy pieces of shit and come get you,” he grunted out, “Do you see ‘em here? I’ll stay with you until they get here.”

Obi-Wan looked around, brightening as he caught a familiar flash of green, Jaa towering over most of the patrons in the bar.

“There they are!” Obi-Wan perked up, already rushing over before the houk could say anything, all but crashing into Jaa with a wide grin.

“Obi-Wan!” Jaa’s face broke out into a grin as he picked him up, sweeping him off his feet as Obi-Wan nuzzled into him happily.

“Obi-Wan.”

He could feel Zubian press against his back and he could feel his chest start to vibrate softly.

“You’re here.”

Obi-Wan looked over at Jaster, who almost looked surprised, though Obi-Wan wasn’t sure why.

“Of course, I’m here,” Obi-Wan melted into Jaa’s arms as the besalisk wrapped all four around him, “I’m sorry it took so long. I had to take the long way to avoid the square at this hour. They do…well let’s just say you don’t want to be an omega caught in the square at the wrong hour. That’s why I’m normally on the west side. Rylen lets me sleep in the store room on the floor so that I don’t have to worry about running into anyone.”

“Well, shit one of us would have gone with you if you’d told us,” Qaz said and Obi-Wan could feel the man’s hand on his waist, “We didn’t realize it’d be dangerous for you to be out.”

“You mean to tell me we’re the morons that left him alone late at night instead of going to get him?”

Obi-Wan turned curiously to the houk, who was crossing his arms as he stepped into the group.

“Darro?” he asked, voice soft.

That’s me,” the houk nodded before turning to Jaster, “You didn’t tell me that the poor omega was so little. How the kark did he survive you di’kute ?”

“So that means everyone is here, right?” Obi-Wan asked, looking around, “So we can go?”

“Well we’re finishing up some drinks first,” Kal raised his glass to show him, “Why don’t you let us get you a drink before we get our tab settled up?”

“Oh ,” Obi-Wan murmured, face flushing, “Okay but…I haven’t ever had a drink before so…maybe you could pick it out?”

“We’ll get you something sweet,” Jaa murmured, “Anything you don’t like?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, letting the besalisk set him on a stool.

Jaa raised his hand towards the bar and one of the women came over.

“You want another?” she asked.

“Yeah and can you get me a phattro?” he asked, “Just add it to the tab.”

She blinked, looking over at Obi-Wan for a minute before shrugging, “Sure. Give me a minute.”

When Jaa handed Obi-Wan the drink he took it gratefully, eyes widening as the sweetness hit his tongue.

“It’s good,” he said with a small smile, legs swinging, “Thank you.”

“Have you eaten yet?” Jaster asked and Obi-Wan could feel the alpha press up against his back.

“I had some broth,” Obi-Wan answered.

“So no then,” Jaster said flatly, “Someone get him some roast porg and fried tubers. He’s going to need to eat something with the alcohol.”

Obi-Wan perked up, “Roast porg? I haven’t had that in ages.”

“Well then let’s make sure we get you some before we leave,” Jaster murmured, “And don’t drink more than two of those, understand? Do not let these sheb’nese get you drunk.”

Obi-Wan nodded, “Okay. I promise no more than two.”

Obi-Wan’s jaw dropped as Jaster flicked on the lights, his wide excited eyes turning to the man as he squirmed.

“Is this really for me?” he questioned softly, looking at the dozens of blankets and pillows neatly stacked next to the huge mattresses that were pushed together.

“It’s really for you,” Kal agreed, “Right here is where you can make your nest and there’s a little sitting area over there that we’ll move around however you want, plus the ‘fresher through that door.”

Obi-Wan looked over the two couches and chairs that were on one side, eyes widening as he looked at the holovision that was in the room shifting from foot to foot excitedly.

He was so excited that he didn’t even know what to do and he turned back to them as he squirmed in anticipation.

“Is everything alright?” Jaster asked softly.

“I- I want to make my nest,” Obi-Wan finally decided on.

“Is there anything else that you need?”

Obi-Wan looked over at Darro, who still seemed a little wary—but still protective—of Obi-Wan.

“I’ll-I’ll trade you a few blankets?” Obi-Wan offered softly.

“You don’t like the blankets that are there?” Jaster asked.

“No, no they’re all very nice and I’ll happily use them,” Obi-Wan said right away, “I just- if you don’t mind, I want some blankets with the scents of my alphas too.”

Jaster swallowed thickly.

“We can do that,” he agreed, voice sounding a little hoarse, “Let me round them up for you.”

Obi-Wan beamed at him, “I’ll trade you so that you still all have blankets!”

“Okay,” Jaster agreed, “Let me go and let everyone know.”

Obi-Wan snuffled happily against the nest underneath him, rolling around and burying himself in them as he let himself wake up, looking around sleepily.

He could smell the scent of food wafting into his room and he pulled himself from the nest, shuffling over to the dresser as he bit his lip, opening them up.

He’d scarcely been there a day before they’d decided upon his unpacking that he didn’t have nearly enough clothing to be comfortable and in the last twenty-four hours since arriving, he’d been plied with different types of dresses, soft sleep sets, a robe, and some sets of panties from every single one of the alphas.

He couldn’t help but run his fingers over the soft, silky fabrics that now lay in the drawers of his nesting room, letting the dress he’d been wearing slip down his body as he pulled another soft slip that somehow perfectly molded to his body.

When he stepped out he could smell caf and he padded down the hall, freezing as he reached the galley, surprised to see everyone staring at him.

“Hi,” he said weakly, waving a little.

“Damn, your ass looks amazing in that.”

Obi-Wan squeaked as Myles pressed behind him, bending down to press a kiss to his shoulder.

“Could you be any more disgusting?” Adarri smacked Myles on the head as he walked by and Myles looked up to glare at him.

“I’m sorry but did you see his ass this morning?” Myles shot back, “Because there aren’t any pantie lines, Ri.”

Adarri looked back for a moment, eyes roaming over Obi-Wan’s form as Obi-Wan flushed before turning back to Kal, who was standing at the stove.

“You got any more caf?” Adarri asked him gruffly.

Kal nodded towards the caf maker and Adarri walked towards it.

“Are you hungry?” Myles questioned softly, mouth against Obi-Wan’s ear.

Obi-Wan shivered before nodding softly, “I- I could eat.”

Myles herded him gently towards the table, sitting down and pulling Obi-Wan into his lap softly to nuzzle at his neck, chest rumbling quietly as he rubbed his scent all over him.

“We’ve got crispy tuber hash, palmfruit porridge, or shrimp crackers and soup,” Kal said over his shoulder, “It’s my day to cook so it’s all edible too.”

“Well that was pointed,” Jaster muttered as he continued to scroll through his datapad, “You burn the stupid gruel one time ten years ago…”

“And I’ll never let it go,” Kal told him with a smirk.

“Are you going to teach me how to make them?” Obi-Wan questioned softly, blinking as everyone looked over at him.

“We…can,” Jaster agreed, “If you’d like to be put into the rotation. Normally though, breakfast isn’t something you’d be worried about.”

Obi-Wan frowned, “I thought you said you needed a denmaker? I- I just assumed.”

“You aren’t just magically in charge of everything,” Jaster said, keeping his voice gentle, “We’ll still switch out for breakfast and for the most part, everyone just grabs something for lunch when they’re hungry. We just make sure things are available. Typically the denmaker would make dinner for four days of the week and then we’d step in for one day so that you have time to rest.”

“So you’ll teach me how to make dinner?” Obi-Wan asked shyly, “And maybe one morning of breakfast?”

“Yeah we could do that,” Jaster agreed.

Obi- Wan sat up a little, looking over at Kal, “Could I have some hash, please?”

Kal nodded, grabbing a plate and filling it before setting it in front of Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan settled further into Myles’s lap, humming happily as he could feel the man’s cock twitching against his ass before taking a big bite as Kal set a glass of water next to him.

“So what else does a denmaker do?” Obi-Wan asked between bites as he looked up.

“They can help with emotional regulation, hormone balance, ruts, and they tend to mediate between alphas when it’s needed. They normally make dinner and occasionally they do some light cleaning if it’s agreed upon beforehand and…”

Jaster trailed off and Obi-Wan tilted his head curiously.

“And?” he pressed.

“And they sometimes become bearers for the group,” Jaster said, ears turning crimson, “If the group decides that they want ade .”

He cleared his throat, “But that is still pretty far off, so I wouldn’t worry too much.”

“Okay,” Obi-Wan agreed, “So where are we going?”

Jaster blinked as his brain caught up.

“We’re going wherever we want.”

Obi-Wan looked back as Kuna walked in tiredly.

“We’ve got downtime,” Adarri clarified, “Six weeks until we need to be on our next job. Typically, you get six to eight weeks after bringing in a denmaker. Jaster’s sent out to let everyone know about the time so it’s just a matter of where we want to go.”

Obi-Wan nodded, “Okay. So where did you want to go?”

“Have you ever seen an ocean?” Kuna asked.

Obi-Wan shook his head, “I’ve always been at least ten hours from one and my family didn’t have much money.”

“How would you like to see one?” Jaster asked and Obi-Wan grinned.

“I’d love to,” he responded.

“To Scarif it is then,” Jaster murmured, “Let Darro know, Kal.”

“On it,” Kal agreed.

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“Oh. This- this wasn’t exactly what I was imagining when you said that you were hungry,” he murmured, back arching as Huza buried his face deeper against his cunt, licking his clit over and over as Obi-Wan’s thighs clenched.

His slip was rucked up to his waist, back pressed against the wooden table and legs spread, Huza knelt on the ground as he continued to eat Obi-Wan out.

He gasped softly as a finger pressed inside of him, eyes looking over as Kuna filtered into the room, eyes finding Obi-Wan’s as he hesitated.

“Hello there,” Obi-Wan greeted him softly, “Apparently, I’m on the menu to-hnghhhhh…today.”

He moaned softly as a second finger found its way inside of him, rubbing at the swell of nerves in the front of his cunt as Huza dug his tongue against Obi-Wan’s clit, rubbing in circles as Obi-Wan’s fingers scrabbled against the table, chest heaving as he looked at Kuna with glazed eyes.

His back arched as he came, cock dribbling come all over his stomach as his cunt clenched around the fingers, Obi-Wan’s thighs trembling as Huza continued to stimulate him through his orgasm, until he whimpered, cunt oversensitive from the constant pressure.

“I’d put you on the menu every day if I could,” Huza murmured as he pulled back, mouth and face wet with Obi-Wan’s slick, “You’re kriffing delicious.”

Obi-Wan watched a face peek in, only to jerk back quickly, a flash of blue and white in his periphery and he smiled softly.

“Adarri,” he said, waiting patiently until the man poked his crimson flushed face in.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to invade-,” the man said immediately.

“Come here,” Obi-Wan murmured and the togruta stepped forward nervously, letting Obi-Wan beckon him closer as he sat up, pulling him so that he was stood between Obi-Wan’s spread legs.

Obi-Wan rubbed up and down his arms softly.

“You weren’t there for my heat,” Obi-Wan murmured.

Adarri nodded, “I was focused on our objective. I missed it by about a day.”

“Then perhaps we should remedy that,” Obi-Wan said, pulling his slip up over his head and leaning back, letting his legs spread as the togruta’s eyes widened, “Come here, darling. Why don’t you take your cock out for me?”

Ad arri froze for a moment before he looked around, as if someone might stop him before turning back to Obi-Wan and flushing, hand playing with his band for a moment.

He slipped his hand in, pulling down his pants just enough to pull his cock out, hand wrapped around the fattening shaft as the tip started to glisten and Obi-Wan moaned softly.

“Oh yes that’s perfect,” Obi-Wan whispered, “Can I see you play with it a little?”

Adarri swallowed thickly as he started to stroke himself, eyes trained on Obi-Wan’s body as he started to pant softly, hips arching into his touch as he jerked himself off.

Obi-Wan hummed happily as the first bead of precome dripped from the togruta’s cock, “Oh that’s wonderful. It’s time.”

“Time for what?” Adarri asked, voice a little hoarse.

“Time to stick your cock inside of me,” Obi-Wan said, laughing softly as the man jerked into his hand, hips twitching of their own accord, “Yes just like that but inside of me.”

Adarri shifted closer, rubbing his cock along Obi-Wan’s folds and Obi-Wan bit his lip moaning softly and arching his hips into the pressure.

“Oh that’s it,” Obi-Wan breathed, “Tease me a little before you give it to me.”

Adarri groaned as the head of his cock caught on the omega’s cunt, pushing a little so that he could pop the head of it inside, thighs tensing as wet, warm heat surrounded him.

“Oh yes,” Obi-Wan whispered, “Oh come here, give it all to me.”

Adarri yanked Obi-Wan closer to the edge of the table, burying himself in the man’s tight heat as he bent over, letting Obi-Wan wrap his arms around his neck and thighs wrapped loosely around his waist.

Adarri groaned as Obi-Wan clenched around him, grinding against his cunt as he got used to the feeling of being buried in the boy.

“Mmm that’s nice,” Obi-Wan breathed, “Feels so good to be full.”

Adarri’s hips jerked against his will and Obi-Wan gasped, laughing a little in delight as he pulled Adarri down to press their lips together, letting Adarri nip at his bottom lip and opening his mouth to let him push his tongue in.

“Mm m you’re okay to move,” Obi-Wan murmured against his lips, “Go ahead and give it to me.”

Adarri didn’t need anything more as he started to pound into Obi-Wan, panting hard as he held onto the man’s hips, keeping him in place as he buried himself in his soft, warm cunt over and over again.

“Oh it’s so good,” Adarri moaned, “You’re the perfect little omega. Look how well you’re taking my cock. Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

Obi-Wan nodded, writhing underneath him as Adarri spread his legs wider, the table scratching against the floor from the strength of his thrusts.

He could feel the swell of the togruta’s knot and he cried out, arching his hips into the man’s thrusts so that he could shove himself as far as he could go, knot catching on Obi-Wan’s rim with every press.

“For the love of-.”

Obi-Wan looked over, mouth open and panting softly as Darro stepped in, eyes wide as he looked at what was going on.

Obi-Wan could only manage punched out moans as Adarri continued to rail him, back arching as he pressed in one final time, the togruta’s knot tying them together as Obi-Wan’s legs tightened around his waist, coming hard again as the knot pressed in every single spot that Obi-Wan needed.

Obi-Wan sighed happily as Adarri pressed him into the table, one leg hiking up on the table so that he could relax against Obi-Wan, mouth finding Obi-Wan’s neck to suck soft marks around his mating gland that made his head swim.

“Mmm hello,” Obi-Wan greeted and Adarri let out a huff of laughter.

“Hello,” he replied, voice hoarse, “How are you feeling?”

“Better now,” Obi-Wan murmured, “That was just what I needed.”

“Oh was it now?” Adarri murmured, nipping at the omega’s bottom lip.

“Mmm,” Obi-Wan nodded, “I feel wonderful now.”

“I’m glad because we’re going to be stuck like this for a little while,” Adarri replied, “It’s going to take at least fifteen minutes for my knot to go down.”

“So unds like just long enough to lay in the afterglow and then get some lunch,” Obi-Wan mumbled sleepily, body relaxing under Adarri.

“It does,” Adarri agreed, “Why don’t you take a little nap and I’ll wake you up when it’s time to eat?”

“Okay,” Obi-Wan agreed, already falling asleep.

Jaster froze as he walked into the kitchen, caf cup in hand.

Obi-Wan was spread across the table on his hands and knees in nothing but a corset he’d gotten from only Mandalore knew where and a pair of panties that were shoved to the side as Darro kriffed him, one knee on the table as he pounded into him happily and mouth full of one of Jaa’s cock, both his hands wrapped around the other as he stroked it.

“What the kriff ?” he cursed and Jaa turned around, looking guilty.

He just kept asking me to get closer and next thing I know I’ve got a mouth around it,” Jaa muttered, “I was jerking off but I didn’t make him do this.”

“This is the best leverage for me,” Darro grunted out as he continued to pound into Obi-Wan, “His cunt is kriffing amazing. I can’t believe I even fit. He had Kuna fist him until he was karking gaping .”

“I got to kriff him first,” Kuna looked blissed out, leaned back in a chair with his legs spread in a wide stance, hand playing lightly with the tendrils that made up his cock as he looked at Obi-Wan.

Jaster cursed, nearly dropping his cup.

“Are you kidding me?” Jaster demanded, “On the card table, really?”

“It’s definitely entertainment,” Myles muttered as he continued to kriff into his hand, “Look how kriffing hot he is. It’s like he was made for cock.”

Jaster looked over as Obi-Wan ducked down, taking Jaa’s other cock into his mouth and stretching his lips around it as his hands switched places, stroking the top one.

“Kriff it’s so good,” Jaa moaned, hands tightening in Obi-Wan’s hair, “Did you hear that, omega? Your mouth is so sweet, just like the rest of ‘ya.”

Obi -Wan’s thighs squeezed together, head pulling back as he gasped, coming hard around the cock inside of him and Darro hissed.

“Kriff that’s such a tight squeeze, baby,” he murmured, “I don’t know how you even fit me, baby boy.”

Darro thrust into his a few more times before he squeezed his eyes shut, body going tense as he came, his spend leaking out of Obi-Wan as the boy continued to stroke Jaa, happily pointing both cocks at his face when they jerked, looking up at Jaa through his lashed as he let the besalisk come all over his face.

“It’s a good thing that you don’t knot,” Obi-Wan finally managed to get out, “I don’t think it would have fit.”

“It definitely wouldn’t have,” Darro agreed, leaning down to kiss Obi-Wan’s shoulder and then the small of his back, “Thank you, little one. You did amazing for me. You were right after all.”

“Right about what?” Jaster asked, even as his cock twitched his pants at the sight Obi-Wan made, spread out on the table for them.

“I told him that I’d be his alpha but that we might not be able to have sex,” Darro murmured as he brushed a hand through Obi-Wan’s hair, “But this sweet little thing bent himself over the card table and demanded that we loosen him up until he could do it. Told Kuna to put his whole fist in that sweet little pussy to make sure that it was loose enough for me.”

“Mmmm,” Obi-Wan agreed, “Now let Jaa get behind me. I bet he can fit both his cocks in my cunt right now.”

Jaa cursed but shot around the table, hands replacing Darro’s on Obi-Wan’s waist as Obi-Wan looked over at Jaster.

“You come stand where Jaa was,” Obi-Wan said, voice a little hoarse.

“I’m not- I’m not sure about that,” Jaster murmured, even as his cock started to harden.

“Come here and take it out,” Obi-Wan insisted softly, “Let me taste you.”

Jaster stepped up, setting his caf cup down as he settled in front of Obi-Wan, breath catching in his throat as Obi-Wan looked up at him, come splashed across his lips and cheek, eyes dark in interest as Jaster slowly pulled his cock out.

Obi -Wan’s hand reached out, rubbing the tip of Jaster’s cock against his lips and moaning softly as Jaa pressed both his cocks inside him, widening his stance to give the man more room to work between his legs.

Obi-Wan swallowed Jaster quickly and Jaster gasped, hips twitching as Obi-Wan moaned, the vibrations sending pleasure down Jaster’s spine as he started to suck noisely, nose pressed into Jaster’s pubic hair as Jaa started to pound into him, holding him by his hips as the table scratched against the floor, the legs shaking from the force of it.

“Kriff we’re going to have to reinforce the table,” Myles muttered as he continued to jack himself off, “We should just make it into a stage for him. He’s beautiful like this.”

Obi-Wan bobbed his head up and down on Jaster’s cock as Jaa kriffed him hard and Jaster could hardly believe what he was looking at as Obi-Wan dragged Jaster’s hand into his hair.

“He likes when you pull it a little,” Zubian murmured, hand working his cock over, “Just a light tug.”

Jaster pulled on it a little and Obi-Wan whined, legs trembling as he came around Jaa’s cocks, eyes opening to look up at Jaster through his eyelashes and Jaster jerked his cock into the man’s mouth, starting to kriff his throat without a second thought, even as Obi-Wan gagged on it, eyelashes clumping with tears as he opened his mouth wider for him.

Jaa groaned as he came inside of Obi-Wan’s cunt, grinding against his hole happily as he spilt into him, squeezing Obi-Wan’s ass hard and giving it a little slap, eyes widening as Obi-Wan convulsed, coming around his cock again weakly, a small whine leaving his lips.

Jaster came hard down his throat, rocking Obi-Wan’s face back and forth as he ground against his lips, chest heaving as he looked down at how perfect he looked.

He pulled his cock from between the man’s lips, feeling a little guilty until Obi-Wan tried to follow it, mouthing softly at Jaster’s balls and nuzzling against the skin there, scenting himself with Jaster’s cock.

“Ok ay it’s time,” Obi-Wan said, voice wrecked and Jaster’s eyes widened as Myles stood up, standing over Obi-Wan as he came all over his back, biting his lip as he made a mess of the man, Zubian doing the same until Obi-Wan was a mess of come.

“C’mere Kuna,” Obi-Wan rasped out and Kuna walked over as Obi-Wan collapsed on the table as Kuna rubbed his tendrils all over his ass, letting the sticky, clear liquid smear all over his cheeks.

“ Kark ,” Jaster managed to bite out, looking at the wrecked omega on their table.

“Oh I feel a little lightheaded,” Obi-Wan murmured and Zubian was right next to him, a cup of water in his hand as he led the straw to Obi-Wan’s lips.

Obi-Wan sucked down the water gratefully, legs still trembling and Jaster cupped Obi-Wan’s face in his hands.

“What do you say we get you to your nest?” Jaster murmured.

“Noooo,” Obi-Wan whined and Jaster blinked, bending down to look at Obi-Wan eye to eye.

“Why not, cyar’ika ?” Jaster questioned, “Is something wrong with your nest?”

“I want cuddles,” Obi-Wan pleaded softly.

“Shhhh,” Jaster soothed, “It’s okay if you don’t want us in your nest yet, baby. I’m sorry. We can cuddle you out here on the couch.”

Obi-Wan paused for a second.

“Will you- will you c'me into my nes' for c'dles?” he asked hesitantly.

“Of course, we will,” Jaster said softly, “Why wouldn’t we?”

“Every'ne alway' drops me off but no one will c'me 'n wi' me,” Obi-Wan murmured.

Jaster huffed out a laugh, “Because we need to be invited, mesh’la. They’re waiting for you to give them permission.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said, cheeks flushing, “Then…then c'n we go c'ddle in my nes'? All of us?”

Jaster looked over at his caf cup and then back to Obi-Wan’s wide, pleading face.

“I’ve got a little bit of time,” Jaster agreed, “And I’m sure that everyone else does too. Let’s go get you cleaned up and cuddled in your nest, baby.”

Obi-Wan let Jaster scoop him up, kissing his temple softly as he started to carry him towards Obi-Wan’s room.

“Do you think Kal can come next time?” Obi-Wan murmured sleepily against Jaster’s chest, “I haven’t had his scent on me in a while.”

“You can have him scent you without rubbing his come into your skin you know,” Jaster laughed softly.

Obi-Wan tilted his head up, “I can?”

“Yeah baby, we’ll scent you if you want,” Jaster promised, “All you have to do is ask, it doesn’t matter what. Cuddles, kisses, scenting, knots, it doesn’t matter. Even if all you want is one of us to eat you out or give you head all you have to do is ask.”

Obi-Wan’s cheeks flushed a dark red, “I never had anyone do that until Kuna but it felt really nice.”

Jaster kissed his temple again, “We’ll give you anything you ask for, sweet thing.”

“Even cock?” Obi-Wan questioned hopefully.

Jaster growled softly, nipping at Obi-Wan’s ear, “Especially cock, baby boy. You can have as much cock as you want.”

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Obi-Wan opened his eyes, rubbing at his eyes tiredly as he sat up, blinking at Kal as the man stood outside the doorway, shifting and looking away as Obi-Wan met his eyes.

“Kal?” Obi-Wan murmured tiredly, squeaking a little as Jaster’s hand tightened around him, looking back as Kal’s eyes fell on Jaster.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” he apologized softly, “I just- just couldn’t sleep. I don’t…normally sleep alone.”

“Well, why are you out there then?” Obi-Wan rubbed his eyes, “C’mon. It’s late. You should be asleep.”

Kal darted inside before Obi-Wan was even done, crawling around a bunch of grumbling alphas to shove himself against Jaster, snuggling in and wrapping an arm around Obi-Wan to pull him closer to the both of them.

“Mmm Kal,” Jaster muttered sleepily, head tilting to start nuzzling at Kal’s jaw.

Kal stretched so that Jaster could scent him, rumbling softly as he relaxed into the bed.

“Oh I forgot that you needed to be invited,” Obi-Wan murmured, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine,” Kal said, his voice thick, “Though you might want to extend your invitation if you don’t mind.”

Obi -Wan looked up to see Huza, Adarri, and Qaz lurking outside and sighed softly.

“Get in here,” Obi-Wan huffed, “Why are you all out there? It’s cuddle puddle time.”

Obi-Wan laughed softly as three more alphas started to climb into his nest, curling into the pile as they relaxed against the bed.

“There is now blanket permission to come into my nest,” Obi-Wan muttered, “If I don’t want you in here I’ll put a sign on the door or something.”

“Okay,” Qaz said as he nuzzled into the group.

“Go to sleep,” Obi-Wan commanded softly before curling back into his spot, “It’s late.”

“Yes, omega,” four voices echoed at him.

Obi-Wan smiled into Jaster’s chest as he relaxed into sleep once more.

Obi-Wan blinked at the sign on his door.

Alphas Welcome.

“If you flip it over it tells us to kark off.”

Obi-Wan hummed happily as Jaster pressed up against his back, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

“Oh does it?” Obi-Wan asked with a small smile, “That’s probably the most useless side of a sign that’s ever existed.”

“You know that you don’t always have to deal with us. If you need time to yourself, you’re allowed to ask.”

“I don’t know how else to tell you that space from my alphas is the last thing I want,” Obi-Wan murmured, “I thought I made that obvious when I turned your game table into a mini nest.”

“I don’t know if it was the nest,” Jaster said and Obi-Wan could hear the smile in his voice, “It might have been the handwritten ‘showtime’ sign that you stuck on the doorway.”

“Mmm need to make sure I have time for lunch and my midday nap,” Obi-Wan said with a little laugh, letting his head tilt so that Jaster could nuzzle into his shoulder.

“Have you talked to Jaa yet?” Jaster murmured.

“About his rut? Yeah. I’m going to spend it with him in his bunk,” Obi-Wan murmured, “It’s gonna be a little bit of a tight fit but we should be fine. His only lasts for twenty-four hours so it will be good. I think I’m going to have a session with everyone beforehand so I’m nice and loose.”

“Yea h?” Jaster asked, nipping at his neck.

“Mmmm,” Obi-Wan agreed, “And I was thinking that maybe we can set up a schedule for…one-on-one time. I feel like sometimes Adarri, Huza, and Kuna don’t get enough time and I just…want to make sure that they don’t end up not…getting enough.”

“What did we ever do to deserve you?” Jaster murmured, pulling Obi-Wan tighter against his chest.

“You gave me a chance when no one else would,” Obi-Wan said quietly, “Just when I was sure that no one ever would.”

“I love you,” Jaster whispered before pressing their lips together softly, “We’d do anything for you and I hope that you know that. You’ve done more for us than we could ever repay.”

“I’m not sure about that,” Obi-Wan said, pressing his lips to Jaster’s again.

“You gave me ten doting alphas who take care of me better than anyone on my planet ever would have,” Obi-Wan murmured between their lips, “All the attention and care and love I could ever ask for.”

“Well we’ve got a surprise for you,” Jaster murmured, “Since you’ve been here a month.”

“Yeah?” Obi-Wan asked, “And what is that?”

“Why don’t you go find out?” Jaster asked, pulling back a little reluctantly and Obi-Wan took his hand, dragging him gently with him, letting their fingers lace together.

“I don’t want to find out without you,” Obi-Wan said, “So why don’t you come with me?”

“I can do that,” Jaster agreed.

Jaa caught Obi-Wan as the boy bounded up to him, grinning from ear to ear as he launched himself into Jaa’s arms, giggling softly as two of Jaa’s hands found his ass.

“I forgot that you haven’t ever really gone to a bar,” Jaa murmured as Obi-Wan started to scent him before tilting his head up and opening his mouth like he always did when he wanted Jaa to kiss him.

He pressed their mouths together, tasting the sweet alcohol on Obi-Wan’s lips as the boy moaned softly, hands gripping tighter as Jaa started to knead at his ass.

“Hey, no free shows here!”

Jaa pulled back, glancing over at Jaster who despite his order was smiling from where he was leaning against the bar with Kal, the both of them holding glasses of tihaar .

“How much alcohol did they ply you with, my tiny omega?” Jaa asked in a mumur.

“So much,” Obi-Wan said with a soft laugh, “But I feel nice and Jaster made them pace me so that I don’t end up blackout plus he said I have to sit down with a hydration bag before I go to sleep tonight.”

“Yeah?” Jaa asked, “And are you always such a horny little omega when you get drunk?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” Obi-Wan said, eyes wide as he spoke.

“I’m talking about that hand that keeps travelling closer to my cocks,” Jaa murmured and Obi-Wan giggled.

“Okay fine,” he said, “I’ll wait.”

“Good boy,” Jaa murmured, “Jaster would kill us if we did anything here.”

“I’m pretty sure I could alpha-space him again,” Obi-Wan mused and Jaa nipped at his ear.

“Don’t you even think of it,” Jaa said, “You still need to open your gifts, baby boy.”

“I think I’ll take that.”

Obi-Wan squealed in delight as Darro wrapped his arms around him, pulling him from Jaa’s hands.

He tilted his head back so that he could kiss Darro, long and slow as he moaned softly.

“Kark you look hot like that,” Darro muttered against Obi-Wan’s lips, “So pretty in that dress. Is that something that you picked out today at the market?”

Obi-Wan nodded, leaning against his chest and smiling, “Do you like it?”

“You know I love it,” Darro said, nipping at his bottom lip, “There are almost too many cutouts in it to call it a dress though, baby.”

“It’s covering what it needs to,” Obi-Wan murmured, finding one of Jaa’s hands and slipping it between the high slit of the dress to sit on his inner thigh.

“Oh is it?” Jaa asked, pressing tighter against Obi-Wan, “I hate to be the one to tell you this, sweetheart but that is two squares of fabric held together by a very fragile gold ring on your thigh. Your outfit is one light tug away from being on the ground.”

Another hand slipped under the dress, brushing against Obi-Wan’s cock and he shivered.

“And you aren’t even in any underwear,” Jaa muttered.

“No reason to make things more difficult,” Obi-Wan whispered as they both pressed him between their bodies, “I’m looking to get laid when we get home.”

“Oh, are you?” Jaa nipped at Obi-Wan’s neck.

“Yeah I think it’s gonna be quite the show if you wanna come back,” Obi-Wan smiled against his skin.

“Oh I’ll definitely be there,” Jaa growled softly, “You can bet your pretty little ass that I’m not missing that show.”

“Holy kark. I’ve never seen a real cumbucket before.”

“He’s not a cumbucket, he’s a monster cocksocket. Shit, he must be real loose to be trying to take them both on at the same time. I wonder how many he’s had tonight? Do you think he’s tried to take a few at a time to prepare?”

Jaa looked over at the wide-eyed omega-alpha pairs that were looking at the three of them, growling even as Obi-Wan blinked at him in confusion.

“Jaa?” he asked, hand reaching out for the besalisk.

“Who the kark do you think you are?” Jaa snapped angrily, glaring at the group, only to be held back by Myles and Qaz as they jumped for him.

The two omegas with their alphas slipped off their seats, looking nervous as they hid behind their board-stiff alphas.

“Listen man we aren’t looking for any trouble,” one of them started to say immediately.

“If you aren’t looking for trouble you should learn how to keep your kriffing mouth shut!” Jaa snapped angrily, “Instead of talking shit about our mate!”

He shouldered past Myles and Qaz even as they tried to stop him and Jaster and Kal started to dart over as Jaa got louder.

He only stopped when small arms wrapped around his waist, Obi-Wan’s cheek pressing against his back.

“Jaa stop,” he said, voice soft, “What are you doing?”

“You didn’t hear what they were saying about you,” Jaa growled angrily.

“Of course I heard what they said,” Obi-Wan murmured, “And I’m sorry. I know you and Darro aren’t monsters and they’re just being jerks. You know that. I love you, don’t listen to them.”

Jaa whipped around, “I’m not talking about what they said about me! I’m talking about what they said about you!”

Obi-Wan blinked for a minute before smiling softly, “Well then it certainly doesn’t matter, Jaa. Why don’t you let me worry about what people say about me?”

“How can you just let them say that about you and not say anything?” Jaa demanded angrily as Jaster and Kal finally reached them, looking between the two groups.

“What is going on?” Jaster asked seriously, “Obi-Wan are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Obi-Wan promised, “Jaa’s just upset because someone was making a little-less-than-savoury comments is all.”

Jaster stiffened, face turning dark, “Is someone talking shit?”

“Listen we weren’t even talking to them ,” one of the alphas started to say and Jaster’s eyes narrowed as he stepped forward, past Jaa.

“If you’re going to talk around people that can hear you you can’t be a little bitch when someone calls you out on it,” Jaster growled, voice low, “Now would you like to tell me what you were saying about our denmaker?”

One of the alphas stiffened, going white as he looked from Jaa to Jaster to Obi-Wan.

“Listen man we didn’t mean anything by it. We didn’t know honestly-.”

Jaster stepped forward, only for arms to wrap around him as Obi-Wan threw himself against him.

“Jaster no,” Obi-Wan whispered, “Don’t let them ruin our night. We were having a good time, I’m having a good night. It doesn’t matter what they say. They don’t know anything about us.”

“That doesn’t mean that they can insult you,” Jaster spit out angrily, “You don’t understand how serious it is to insult someone’s denmaker but I do .”

“Ja ster please,” Obi-Wan pleaded softly, “I don’t want you to do this. I want you to come back with me and have another drink, please. I want you to plan on taking me home like I know you’ve been thinking about all night. I dressed this way because I wanted you to want to take me home. I did it because I wanted your hands on me. I don’t care what they think.”

Jaster glared at the group for a long minute.

“I think you should pay your tab and get the kark out of my sight,” Jaster gritted out, “Because my denmaker might be able to stop me this time but if you even look at him the wrong way I swear on Mandalore I’m going to kriffing kill you.”

One of the alphas was already slamming down credits before Jaster was even done, the four of them collecting their things before all but darting out of the bar and Jaster had to take a deep breath, counting back from five before turning back around into Obi-Wan’s arms.

“That’s it,” Obi-Wan murmured, hands cupping Jaster’s neck to pull it to his neck, baring his throat so that Jaster's nose was right against his gland, the pheromones soothing the anger that was burning through Jaster’s veins.

“Come here, Jaa,” Obi-Wan said softly and then Jaa was pressed up against his back and Obi-Wan lifted his wrist to press against the man’s lips, letting the gland there calm the besalisk.

He kissed Jaster’s temple, “That’s it. You’re both okay. I’m right here and a little name calling isn’t going to make me go anywhere. I love you all. It’s going to take a lot more than that for me to even think about leaving.”

“I love you,” Jaster said weakly.

“I love you too, alpha,” Obi-Wan whispered softly, “Both of you, very much. You’re such good alphas for me. Such strong, sweet, perfect mates. Hold me tighter, alphas. I want to be held.”

Jaa wrapped all four arms around him and Jaster squeezed him tighter and he purred softly, letting the sound soothe his mates for a long moment.

“Wh y don’t you both get me another drink?” Obi-Wan questioned softly, “I’d really love it.”

Jaster straightened up a little, “I can do that.”

“Good, what a sweet alpha,” Obi-Wan murmured, kissing the corner of his mouth, “Jaa I’m a little cold. Can I borrow your jacket?”

“I can get that for you,” Jaa agreed, pulling back, “Just give me a minute, would ya?”

“Of course, darling,” Obi-Wan agreed softly, “I’ll stay right here with the rest of the boys while you do that.”

When they both walked off, Kal shook his head.

“Those hormones of yours work wonders and you play the helpless omega perfectly,” Kal remarked quietly, “You had both of them waiting for you to tell them how high to jump.”

“Maybe,” Obi-Wan murmured, “I just don’t want them to be upset.”

“Well, you did good there. I think they’ve forgotten their own names,” Kal snorted softly, “I’ve never seen anyone short of me calm Jas down that fast.”

Obi-Wan smiled softly at him, “Well I can cheat a little. The omegian hormones act like a natural sedative when Alphas are hopped up on cortisol and adrenaline.”

“At least the night isn’t completely lost,” Kal responded.

“Lost? I’ve had the best night of my life,” Obi-Wan laughed softly, “I’ve gotten to drink and dance and spend time with my alphas and I’ve got plans to model some of the things I got at the market today until one of you finally decides to put me on my back.”

“Oh is that so?” Kal murmured, stepping forward and kissing him softly, “You know no one would blame you if you didn’t want to do anything tonight after that, right? Sometimes hearing that kind of thing can make you not want it and no one would hold that against you.”

“Except I still very much want it,” Obi-Wan whispered, “I don’t care what they say because my ideal end of the night is to end up stuffed with cock until I can’t take anymore.”

“You’re really something,” Kal muttered against his lips, “You know that?”

“Just wait until you see me in the leather that I got for tonight,” Obi-Wan nipped at Kal’s bottom lip before pulling back, looking at him and biting his lip.

“I c an’t wait,” Kal replied, “This might have been the best shopping trip I’ve ever been on. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone come out half naked for my approval so many times in my life.”

“Well I wanted to make sure that it did it for you all,” Obi-Wan said softly.

“Oh it definitely did it for us,” Kal said, “Seeing as how we had to rent a hotel room for the night instead of going back to the ship.”

“It was the nice round bed in the middle of the room too,” Obi-Wan got a wicked look on his face, "So that you can see all angles of me as you take turns.”

“You keep talking like that and you aren’t going to be able to walk when we’re done with you,” Kal warned.

“Mmm good, then you can carry me and my ruined cunt back to our ship,” Obi-Wan said, laughing as Kal nearly bit his tongue off, “Ooo my drink.”

He took the glass from Jaster as Jaa put a coat over his shoulder, sipping it softly as he looked at both of them.

“What do you guys think about dancing a little more?” Obi-Wan asked.

“I think that I’m not sure how you call what you do with us on the dancefloor dancing but I’d love to hump you on the dancefloor if you’d like,” Jaa nipped at Obi-Wan’s ear and he laughed.

“Good,” he said, “Then let’s go.”

“You’ve gotten ridiculous,” Jaster said as he sat down, taking the offered cup of caf from Kal, “From now on knotting is banned at the breakfast table.”

Obi-Wan pouted, “But it feels nice and I was hungry.”

“You can stay today but that’s it,” Jaster said firmly, “You don’t need to constantly be used as a damn masturbation sleeve.”

“He’s much nicer than a masturbation sleeve,” Zubian muttered as he rested his chin on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, “Even the self-warming masturbation sleeves don’t whine and whimper and clench like he does and you can’t cuddle a masturbation sleeve.”

Jaster huffed.

“Fine, no more knotting at the breakfast table,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Can I have breakfast now?”

“You’re higher than a damn space station,” Kal laughed softly as he set a plate down in front of him, “Don’t choke, sweetheart, okay?”

“Ok ay,” Obi-Wan mumbled, “I really love Zubian’s knot. Have I ever mentioned that? It leaves my cunt aching after we’re done.”

Zubian’s hands squeezed Obi-Wan’s hips and Obi-Wan patted him gently.

“It’s alright,” Obi-Wan promised, “I’m right here. You just relax and let your knot fill me up, alright?”

“Okay,” Zubian agreed tiredly.

Jaster’s comm rang, breaking through the quiet of the morning and he cursed as he picked it up, grumbling about how it was too early to be calling.

“Mereel,” he barked.

“Jaster. Shit, thank Mandalore.”

“Montross?” Jaster questioned, sitting up a little straighter, “What’s going on?”

“Our ship just got blown to karking bits!” someone shouted and Jaster frowned.

“What?” he demanded.

“Our ship got caught in the cross-fire between two different pirate groups,” Montross explained, “We’re all fine but we’re a little…stuck. We were hoping to catch a ride with you all until we can find a new ship.”

Jaster scrubbed tiredly at his face, “We’re just coming off of leave. Where- where are you?”

He stood, grabbing his cup of caf as he wandered off towards the cockpit and Obi-Wan frowned a little.

“Who is Montross?” he asked curiously.

“He leads another group of ori'ramikad ,” Kal explained, “There are about fifty groups in total.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said, “I always thought that Jaster was the lead…just- well just by the way he leads, but I suppose that was a little silly.”

Kal stopped for a second, “I- I forgot that you wouldn’t know and I guess…has it never come up in conversation in the month you’ve been here?”

“Has what come up in conversation?” Obi-Wan blinked at him.

“Jaster is the Mand’alor ,” Zubian muttered, “He’s the leader of the entire system, not just our group. He heads the ori’ramikad in its entirety.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said, “I-I didn’t know.”

“It’s alright, it’s our fault,” Kal rubbed the back of his neck, “We probably should have mentioned it at some point. That’s on us.”

“No, it’s okay,” Obi-Wan promised, “It’s not like it changes anything.”

“Well once we get back to work you’ll really see what he looks like when he’s busy,” Kal said, “Right now he’s only really been taking emergency calls but normally he’s run pretty ragged. I actually meant to talk to you about that. I’m hoping that you might be able to drag him away from his work at a decent hour every night. Just alpha-space him or something so that he gets enough sleep.”

“I can do that,” Obi-Wan promised, “But what’s going to happen with Montross?”

Kal shrugged, “Not sure exactly. We’ll find out soon enough though. Do you want some caf?”

Obi-Wan nodded, humming in delight as Kal set a cup in front of him, already doctored.

“Have I ever told you I love you?” Obi-Wan asked.

Kal huffed out a laugh, “All the time, sweetheart.”

“Mmm, good,” Obi-Wan said, picking up the cup to take a sip.

“We have to pick them up?” Obi-Wan questioned curiously, “Are they going to stay here with us?”

Jaster nodded, jaw tight, “Until he gets a new ship we’re going to be keeping him and his men here. There are ten of them, just like us. It’s not ideal, especially so soon after denning but…we can’t just leave them stranded and we really are the closest to them.”

“That’s alright, Jaster. I understand. You can’t leave your people stranded,” Obi-Wan said softly, “We’ll just have to accommodate some. I’ll start ordering more provisions and I can help with getting the extra bunks cleaned for them. It’ll be fine.”

Jaster sighed, cupping Obi-Wan’s face, “Thank you. For being so understanding. I know that most of the time omegas don’t like people in their dens and if I had another choice I’d have taken it.”

Obi-Wan leaned forward to kiss him softly, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Jaster murmured, “Now let me go tell Kal. He’s definitely not going to be happy.”

“And why’s that?” Obi-Wan asked curiously.

“He hates Montross and his men,” Jaster said as he stood, “They made some jabs about his place as an alpha when we first got together and he hasn’t forgiven them, not that I blame him. One of his men’s wrists still hasn’t recovered from the fight we got into when I heard about it.”

“Well I’m sure this is going to go over well then,” Obi-Wan sighed, “Let me work on the ordering forms and then I’ll go bribe some of them with a show to help me clear out the bunks.”

“You know they’ll help you. You don’t have to offer a show,” Jaster said seriously.

“Oh no I do,” Obi-Wan’s grin was wicked, “How else would I get the motivation to clean?”

Jaster just shook his head, huffing out a laugh as Obi-Wan disappeared.

Obi-Wan looked around, frowning as he realized he was alone.

He’d gone to sleep alone, which he’d expected, seeing as how everyone had still been getting ready to receive the fourteen men that made up Montross’s team—including four from a team that had lost their team lead in the very incident that had lost Montross his ship—but still, it was strange.

Even if there hadn’t been anybody going to bed with him he hadn’t woken up alone since he’d first invited everyone into his nest and he couldn’t help the sense of wrong that overcame him.

The chrono was blinking an unsuitable time in the morning at him—though he knew that at one point Jaster had chuckled as he’d pulled Obi-Wan into his arms and murmured that it was their normal waking time—before deciding that the cooling sheets meant that there wasn’t any way that he’d be able to go back to sleep and pulling himself from his nest.

He walked over to his dresser, going through it a bit before deciding on his favorite white bodysuit, throwing a soft robe over it before stepping out, frowning as he looked at the sign.

No Alphas Allowed.

He turned back around, looking down the hall and sighing as he started to walk towards the kitchen, freezing as he looked at the five or six unfamiliar faces that were milling around in the galley.

“A little bit late to be waking up, ain’t it?”

Obi-Wan blinked at the man with cropped, brown hair that was tapping his fingers against the table, eyes roaming up and down Obi-Wan’s form in clear interest and he shivered, pulling his robe closed as he looked around.

“Is something the matter?” Obi-Wan questioned softly, “Normally everyone isn’t up yet.”

“It’s breakfast time.”

Obi-Wan jumped a little at the deep voice behind him and turned to watch the besalisk shut the fridge door, frowning.

“Ahh I suppose I could make you something if you’d like?” he offered shyly.

“That’d be great,” the man at the table said, “You must be Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, I am,” he agreed softly, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“I’m Montross,” he said, “And this is some of my team. Do you think you might be able to make caf too?”

Obi-Wan blinked over at the machine for a minute before his cheeks turned pink.

“Kal won’t let me near the caf machine,” Obi-Wan admitted, a little embarrassed, “He says I don’t make caf, I make sludge.”

“Well lucky for you I only drink sludge,” the man grinned at him and despite the fact that he wasn’t in any trouble, the hairs on the back of Obi-Wan’s neck stood up at the man’s look.

“Then I suppose I can give it a try,” Obi-Wan offered, not sure what else to say, “Will all your men be eating?”

“If you don’t mind,” Montross agreed, but something about his words felt wrong.

“Of course not,” Obi-Wan said, “Just let me get started.”

Jaster cursed as Kal shoved at him, sitting up and narrowing his eyes at him before scrubbing tiredly at his face.

“Get up,” Kal snapped angrily, “And go tell Montross to kriff himself right now or so help me I’m gonna -.”

“Slow down,” Jaster groaned out, “What is Montross doing that has you pissed off already?”

“Why don’t you go see for yourself?” Kal bit out, “Get the kark out of bed. It’s breakfast time.”

“It’s barely second watch,” Jaster said tiredly, “Isn’t it bad enough that we had to kriffing clean all damn night?”

“Get out of bed or I’m going to throw you out of our room for the next month,” Kal growled at him.

Jaster sighed, laying back down for a second as Kal stormed out of their room before dragging himself over to their dresser to get dressed.

“Obi-Wan? What are you doing up, cyar’ika ?” Jaster questioned softly, pressing against the boy’s back and nuzzling at his shoulder as he let the scent of the omega soothe him, “It’s early.”

“Oh. Well I couldn’t sleep and so I came out to get a glass of water and then they mentioned that they were hungry,” Obi-Wan said softly, “So I started making breakfast. I think Montross and his men are on a little bit of a different schedule than we are.”

Jas ter kissed his shoulder softly, “You shouldn’t be up this early and besides, it’s not your turn to make breakfast, it’s mine. If anything, you should have woken me up.”

“Well suddenly everyone here is a lot less demanding.”

Jaster looked up at Kal’s scowl.

“What has gotten into you this morning?” Jaster murmured, “Maybe you should go with Obi-Wan and head back to bed. We were up late last night.”

If anything, Kal’s scowl grew, “How about you ask what happened to piss me off instead of just deciding that I’m being overemotional?”

Jaster straightened up, “Kal, I didn’t say that and you know that I wouldn’t. I’m saying that I think everyone could use some more sleep, especially Obi-Wan. He’s dead on his feet. Just take him back to his nest and let me take care of breakfast.”

“That’s still not addressing what I walked in on!” Kal snapped angrily, “How about you tell Montross to leave our denmaker alone? He’s not a kriffing servant. And I doubt he offered to make them caf.”

Jaster looked over at the caf machine, blinking a few times at the red light that indicated it was on.

“Obi-Wan why are you making caf?” Jaster questioned.

“They asked me to?” Obi-Wan turned around and Jaster frowned.

Obi-Wan looked tense now that Jaster looked closer, a flush across his cheeks and a rigidity to his posture that didn’t sit right with him, though Jaster wasn’t quite sure what was wrong with the boy.

“They know how to make caf,” Jaster finally said, slowly, “You don’t have to make it for them and they shouldn’t be asking you to either. They are all adults. From now on, make sure you let them know that, alright?”

Obi-Wan’s flush got darker, “Oh-okay. I- I was just trying to be polite.”

“It’s barely even second watch,” Jaster responded, “You should be in bed. Why don’t you let Kal take you back to your nest and the both of you can get some more sleep? I’ll take care of finishing breakfast since it was my day anyway, alright?”

Obi -Wan nodded, setting the down spatula in his head, “Alright. I- I am still kind of tired.”

Jaster stepped forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Go to sleep, cyar’ika ,” Jaster murmured, “I’ll see you in a few hours, okay?”

“Okay,” Obi-Wan agreed, turning to Kal, “Did you- did you want to come with me?”

“Yeah let’s go,” Kal said, voice infinitely softer with Obi-Wan.

Jaster waited until they were gone, picking up the spatula before turning to Montross.

“I know that what you and your men are looking for in a denmaker isn’t the same thing that we are looking for,” Jaster said casually, “Honestly, if you were to ask me, you are looking for less of a partner and more of a mother, sex toy, and therapist all wrapped up in a pretty bow but I digress.”

Jaster stirred the food in the pot before setting the spatula down, turning down the heat.

“Obi-Wan’s been through a lot,” Jaster continued, leaning against the counter to look at the men who’d gathered in the galley, “Enough that as far as we’re concerned, he won’t ever be anything less than completely and utterly coddled for the rest of his life. That a decision that we made, for our denmaker.”

“If you try to turn my denmaker into what you are looking for, I’ll space you and your men,” Jaster said, keeping his voice light, “Do we understand each other?”

“We weren’t meaning any offense, you know that Jas,” Montross said, “He padded in and offered to make breakfast after Riek had been rooting through the fridge but if you want us to decline the offer, we will.”

“Obi-Wan doesn’t make caf,” Jaster said, looking over at the maker as he picked up the spatula, stirring the food again, “Kal told him that it’s because he makes sludge and he shouldn’t be allowed but that’s only because we spent five weeks arguing with him that he doesn’t need to get up before the rest of us and have breakfast ready like he was some kind of slave. Without any caf, he isn’t awake enough to cook so he’ll allow himself to sleep in.”

Jas ter pointed to the caf machine with the spatula, “That means that you did something. I’m not sure what it was and Kal’s not particularly chatty about it at the moment, as I’m sure you noticed, but if I see or hear about anything, I’ll kill you myself. Are we clear?”

“Of course,” Montross agreed, “Please tell both Kal and Obi-Wan I’m sorry.”

“Tell them yourself,” Jaster said and then threw down the spatula, “And make your own damn breakfast, Montross. You aren’t a karking princess.”

“Where are you going?” Montross called after him, even as someone took Jaster’s place at the stove.

“Back to bed, it’s too kriffing early and my damn mates are already probably asleep,” Jaster called back, “Don’t burn down the ship, asshole!”

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Jaster frowned at the sign on Obi-Wan’s door, feeling a little off guard by the sign telling him to stay out.

He’d made the sign with the intention of Obi-Wan being able to use it whenever he needed and still, it felt like something wasn’t right, that he would use it at exactly that moment unless Jaster had misread the situation so much that he hadn’t realized that Obi-Wan had been more upset than he’d let on.

The door opened and Kal glared at him.

Jaster put his hands up, “I was just leaving. Don’t worry. I can read.”

Kal grabbed Jaster by his collar, yanking him into the room and shutting the door as he dragged him towards the nest, Obi-Wan curled up and asleep in the middle of it.

“I flipped the sign last night before going to bed,” Kal murmured, “Because we need to change it.”

Jaster blinked, “What do you mean?”

“It needs to specify who’s allowed in here and who’s not,” Kal said firmly, “I don’t want any of Montross’s men thinking that they have the right to be in here. It’s still Obi-Wan’s nest and he’s invited all of us. He hasn’t invited all alphas, he’s invited his alphas.”

“I think that they’ll realize that when they read the sign,” Jaster said dumbly, “Clearly it doesn’t mean any old alpha.”

“Hu mour me,” Kal replied, “Change the kriffing sign. And get into bed. Obi-Wan woke up because he was cold and it was my fault. I should have told you all that I was flipping the stupid sign and that it wasn’t him kicking them out for the night. I’m sure that Zubian pouted the whole way to his bunk.”

“I’m sure he did,” Jaster agreed as he laid down, laughing softly as Obi-Wan immediately buried himself against his chest, purring softly as he curled into Jaster’s arms.

Kal slid into the nest, bracketing the other side of Obi-Wan and pressing himself against the man’s neck.

“You need to watch them closely,” Kal murmured, “I don’t trust them around our omega. Please. Just watch him for me.”

“I will,” Jaster promised, “We’ll make sure he’s alright, okay?”

“Okay,” Kal said, closing his eyes and settling against Obi-Wan, “I love you. I’m sorry I kicked you out of bed.”

“I love you too and I understood as soon as I saw the caf maker. You don’t need to apologize,” Jaster murmured, “Now go to sleep.”

“Oh, like right now, right now?”

Obi-Wan laughed softly as Darro scooped him up, wrapping his arms around the houk’s neck and pulling him down to press their lips together, opening his mouth to let the man deepen it as he sat Obi-Wan down on the table.

“Mmm, I don’t see why not,” Obi-Wan murmured, breath hitching ever so slightly as a hand travelled under the see-through lace of his teddy to rub at his tits, his whole hand covering it as Darro smirked.

“Oh, you don’t see why not?” Darro questioned, “Then why don’t we get someone here to help us? You need something before my fingers.”

“No, I’ve made it very clear that today is just you and me,” Obi-Wan said, “They can watch but they can’t touch today.”

“Then how are you planning on getting-yessssss,” Darro’s sentence ended in a hiss when Obi-Wan’s fingers skimmed past his pants, rubbing over his cock.

“I’m planning on giving you a show,” Obi-Wan murmured, falling back into the makeshift nest he’d made of the table and pulling out a box from between the blankets.

Darro’s eyes fell to the box as Obi-Wan clicked it open and he could see the man’s throat move as he swallowed, eyes finding Obi-Wan’s again as Obi-Wan pulled out the first one, laying back and pulling the crotch of his teddy to the side, slipping the plug from his cunt as Darro groaned softly.

“Oh so it’s like that?” he asked breathlessly as Obi-Wan slipped the next one in, moaning softly as his pussy burned every so slightly from the stretch.

“It’s like that,” Obi-Wan agreed, “Just you and me, remember? We’ve talked about this. Everyone else’s involvement isn’t a condition of you and me. We can make it work just fine on our own.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes flitted over to the door as two unfamiliar men walked into the room and he tensed a little before turning back to Darro to focus on him.

Even if some of Montross’s men were there it didn’t mean anything, seeing as how they wouldn’t be the ones touching Obi-Wan. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time that Obi-Wan had given a show.

“Ca n I…help you?” Darro asked, looking a little hesitant and Obi-Wan smiled at him, letting his legs spread wider and leaning back.

“Absolutely,” Obi-Wan agreed right away, “Why don’t you get me started, darling? We’ll make quick work of this together.”

Darro took hold of the plug, pushing it into Obi-Wan gently in a test, looking more confident when the movement made Obi-Wan moan and then he was pumping it in and out of Obi-Wan, kriffing him with it until Obi-Wan was loose, before taking out the next and starting the process all over again.

Darro's hand gripped Obi-Wan's hip as he pushed it in, his breath hitching and his eyes trained where the plug was moving inside of Obi-Wan as he whimpered and whined, throwing a hand over his face as he squirmed against the feeling.

"That's it," Darro murmured, "Such a sweet little omega for us, aren't you? You're so pretty like this, spread out for us to watch. Such a good little boy sharing his pleasure with his alphas."

"Please, please," Obi-Wan pleaded softly, hips arching into the push of the plug as it slipped into him again, Darro's movements getting faster as his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, eyes roving over Obi-Wan's form.

"I know, sweetheart," Darro replied, slipping the plug out and grabbing the next in the set so that he could start to tease Obi-Wan's swollen, soaked cunt with it, making the boy's thighs tense as he ran it over his clit gently, circling it before moving back down to push it inside of him, "Don't worry. We're getting there, I promise."

Time was nothing more than a blur as Darro worked Obi-Wan open with the plugs, kriffing him deep with them until he could use them to pound into him—only switching them out when Obi-Wan started to plead for more, a wet, desperate mess as he squirmed against the blankets, cheeks dusted pink and panting softly as Darro kept him right on the edge of orgasm, rubbing his clit with the toy every time he had to switch them out.

At some point, Obi-Wan ended up on his hands and knees, back arched as he took the largest in the set, whining and whimpering as it stretched him to his breaking point, leaving him gaping when Darro took it out.

When a thick finger pushed into him he shivered, groaning happily as Darro started to work it in and out of him.

His hips stuttered when a second finger pressed next to the first, Darro spreading them as he worked Obi-Wan open, his breath hitching as Obi-Wan came around them, thighs trembling as he let the man keep opening him up.

Obi-Wan panted softly, freezing a little as he realized that the two unfamiliar men both had their cocks out, knots swelling at the base as they kriffed into their hands, looking directly at Obi-Wan so that their eyes met as they smirked.

The nice, hazy feeling that Obi-Wan had been swimming in suddenly felt oily and slick and the second time that he shivered, it wasn’t with excitement.

Darro’s fingers suddenly felt wrong inside of him and Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut, trying to chase that feeling that he’d had only a moment ago, the one that was warm and safe even as he tensed up.

It didn’t work and suddenly Darro’s fingers started to burn a little, the friction uncomfortable as Obi-Wan realized with an uncomfortable horror that he wasn’t as wet as he’d been, cunt feeling dry as the houk continued to work inside of him.

A third finger started to play with his rim and Obi-Wan jerked out of the man’s hold without thinking, the houk’s fingers slipping out of him.

His ears started to ring, drowning out the sound of everything around him as he let out of pained whimper, flattening himself against the makeshift nest and jerking away as a hand landed on his hip.

Suddenly there was a firm pressure against his back and the scent of his alpha in his lungs made the ringing start to fade, Darro’s soft murmuring coming back into focus.

“It’s alright, baby boy. You’re okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I’m sorry. It was too much, I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

“I- I want my nest,” Obi-Wan murmured wetly, “Please- I- I want my-.”

He cut himself off as his chest ached and he realized that his face was wet with the tears that had been streaming down it.

Darro scooped him up without another word, tucking Obi-Wan into his chest and immediately starting down the hall for his nest, a soft rumbling in his chest calming something that hadn’t felt right under Obi-Wan’s ribs.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Darro promised as they stepped into Obi-Wan’s nest room, “Do you want me to flip the sign?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, “No, no. I’m sorry.”

Darro set him down in his nest, pulling blankets around him as he laid down next to him, curling around him protectively.

“No need to be sorry,” Darro murmured, “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby. It’s okay. Just take a deep breath for me, alright? I’ve got you.”

“Everything started to feel wrong,” Obi-Wan whimpered, shoving his face into the man’s neck, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. It- it felt good and then all of a sudden it just- it just didn’t .”

Darro started to rub his back, rumbling softly as he soothed Obi-Wan and then Obi-Wan could the soft snick of the door opening.

His nest dipped beside him and then he let out a shuddering breath as Kal pressed up against his back, the scent of spices and beskar oil filling his nose as the man kissed his shoulder softly.

Som ething in Obi-Wan broke and his face crumpled as he let out a sob—the sound messy and heartbreaking as he started to cry, pressed between two of his alphas, the feeling of still being open and empty between his legs making something in his chest hurt .

Once he started it almost felt impossible to stop, the sobs ripping through his chest and making his shoulders shudder as he desperately tried to heave in breaths, the panic and embarrassment fighting against each other in his veins as Darro and Kal pressed him tighter between them, both of them murmuring soft words that Obi-Wan couldn’t make out.

It almost felt like a lifetime had passed when Obi-Wan’s cries started to devolve into soft sniffling bracketed by small hiccups as he finally started to calm down, chest feeling hollow.

“Would you like to talk about what happened?”

Kal’s words were soft and Obi-Wan ached , trying to find a way to word it that wouldn’t make him sound like a spoiled brat. He couldn’t believe that he’d ruined Darro’s first experience between just the two of them because two of Montross’s men were jacking off to what was going on—just like all of Obi-Wan’s alphas who’d been in the room.

It was silly, for him to be so upset by something so innocuous, when they hadn’t been hurting anyone and it had been enjoyable for everyone around him.

He must have taken too long because Kal pressed tighter against him, nuzzling softly at his mating gland for a moment before speaking again.

“Obi-Wan, it’s alright to not like something,” he said softly, “But we need to know what it is so that it doesn’t happen again. Especially if it was enough to upset you this much, cyar’ika. ”

“I- I don’t know,” Obi-Wan whispered softly, chest tightening at his lie.

He’d never lied to any of his alphas and it made his whole body ache , to lie to them after they’d been so good to him and yet, he didn’t want to be the one to tell them that they’d been too soft with him and that he’d forgotten how to hold up his end of the deal.

“No w I don’t think that’s true,” Kal murmured, “But if you aren’t ready to talk about it that’s okay. I just don’t want you to be upset, Ob’ika .”

“In the meantime, we’ll just put a pause on this single-person thing,” Darro murmured, “Tha-.”

“No!” Obi-Wan sat up, eyes wide, “No! No! We’re not doing that! I still- We still- that was supposed to be for who needed it. We aren’t just going to-.”

“Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan looked back as Jaster stepped into the room, face serious.

Obi-Wan looked down so that he wouldn’t have to meet his alpha's eyes, shoulders falling, even as the nest dipped and he could see Jaster’s tanned, scarred hands taking his.

“I came as soon as I heard,” Jaster murmured, “How are you feeling?”

Obi-Wan just curled in on himself more miserably.

“I’m better now,” he lied, “I just got overwhelmed but…but I don’t want to stop doing the one-on-ones. I- I just think that maybe….maybe I needed to prepare myself better.”

“Somehow I’m not sure that that’s what happened,” Kal murmured.

Jaster looked up at Kal even as he pulled Obi-Wan into his lap, curling the boy under his chin as he spoke.

“Would you like to tell everyone what you think went wrong then?” Jaster questioned and Obi-Wan stiffened, panic swirling in his stomach.

“It’s okay, cyar’ika ,” Jaster murmured, “We’re right here.”

“I think that maybe you should let me talk to Obi-Wan alone,” Kal said quietly, “Please.”

Jaster and Kal looked at each other for a long time before Jaster finally nodded, turning to Darro.

“We’ll just step out for a little while,” Jaster said, “Let us go get you something to drink, okay cyar’ika ?”

Obi-Wan nodded, looking down as he played with his fingers, “That would be good. Thanks.”

Jaster pulled back, letting Obi-Wan slip from hislap and Obi-Wan listened as the two of them got up, lip trembling as the door slipped shut, leaving him with just Kal and silence.

“Zu bian and Adarri came to get me before I came to find you,” Kal murmured, “They were trying to see if I could talk to Jaster about making a rule about being in the downtime room that you use because they thought that it was like an extension of your nest and that no one but your alphas should be in it.”

Obi-Wan curled up in on himself miserably.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, “I- They weren’t doing anything wrong. They just happened to be there and I know that it’s a public space and I know that I should just let them stay sinc-.”

“No,” Kal cut him off seriously, “You shouldn’t let anyone do something that you are uncomfortable with. I don’t care who it is. It could be your alphas and if it makes you uncomfortable, you tell them to kark right off, Obi-Wan. I’m serious. I know that things are different from where you come from but that’s not how it works here. You aren’t a toy. You aren’t something to be paraded around and you certainly aren’t a plaything that anyone is welcome to. Do you understand me?”

When Obi-Wan looked up Kal’s face was strained and serious.

“But I-I do shows all the time,” Obi-Wan whispered, “I have a schedule up that anyone can see, so it’s my fault.”

“That’s not true,” Kal insisted, “We are your alphas. Yes, we enjoy watching you with the rest of our den and we enjoy that you share yourself with us but part of that enjoyment is that you enjoy it, Obi-Wan. If it was something that upset you or made you uncomfortable we wouldn’t like it either.”

Kal sighed, shifting forward, pulling Obi-Wan into his arms.

“Enj oying sex isn’t a crime. Enjoying sex with your mates certainly isn’t anything to be ashamed of and everything that you’ve done for us is a gift , Ob’ika . Not something that we expect but something that we enjoy. Having you with us has been more than we could ever ask for,” Kal murmured, “I don’t think that you understand just how long we looked for someone like you. And it’s not the sex, Obi-Wan. Jaa and Darro and even Kuna have always assumed that the denmaker we found wouldn’t accept them. What we needed was someone to help keep us together and to work with us to help regulate the alpha hormones. Sex isn’t the only way to do that, just having an omega and a nest and a person that we feel like we can come to for anything is enough. You’re enough, even if you never wanted to sleep with us again.”

Kal breathed in to catch his breath before continuing.

“What we found with you can never be replicated,” Kal said softly, “And we wouldn’t ever want to. And if you don’t want Montross or his men in the room with you when you are having sex with your mates doesn’t mean that you are somehow a bad person. It doesn’t matter that you’ve got a place where you feel safe being on display for your alphas while having sex. It doesn’t matter that you put up showtimes because we understand that it was for your alphas. For the men that made you feel comfortable. And Zubian and Adarri were right. That room is an extension of your nest, for all intents and purposes. They shouldn’t have ever been in there.”

But…it’s exciting for you to-,” Obi-Wan started to say, chest tightening.

“To see you with your den,” Kal finished gently, “To see you with our vode . To know that you accept our whole pack and want to share your pleasure with them and that you want to include them. There are a lot of denmakers who refuse to have sex with more than one alpha at a time, even when the whole group is human. What you do is very special and you’re right, it does excite us and turn us on that you want us all to be there with you. But it’s also special and coveted by us and it’s ours . You are ours . Montross and his men can kark right off because what you share with us isn’t theirs just by right of being Mandalorian or because they are on our ship. You are still our denmaker.”

Ob i-Wan was quiet for a long moment.

“I don’t want Montross or his men in my nest,” Obi-Wan finally admitted, “ Any part of my nest. And…and I don’t want them to be in the room when we have sex. It- it makes me feel not safe anymore. I- I felt sick.”

“Then they aren’t ever going to be allowed in there again,” Kal promised, “I’ll kick their asses if they even try, okay? Let me talk to Jaster and we’ll get things set up so that you don’t have to worry about it, alright? You deserve to feel safe. This is your ship, now. The denmaker is most important because their job is to keep the home of their alphas together. They’ve got the last say in every single part of ship life. If you wanted us to kick them to the kriffing curb we would . Don’t let them take that from you, okay? If you need us to make adjustments I want you to tell us.”

“Okay,” Obi-Wan agreed quietly, “Thank you. I love you.”

He pushed his head under Kal’s chin, closing his eyes as relief swept his body, Kal’s hand warm as it rubbed Obi-Wan’s back softly.

“I love you too,” Kal promised, “We all do, alright? Now let’s get you ready for a nap and call your alphas for your cuddle puddle time. I’ll talk to Jaster tonight.”

“But I thought you were supposed to be back on jobs,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Doesn’t that mean no more cuddle puddle time in the middle of the day?”

“I think we should sit down and tell you about the things that you are in control of,” Kal said firmly, “Because you asked what was expected of you but you never asked what you were supposed to receive in return. A denmaker has the authority to call all of their alphas back when they are needed, unless it’s a life-threatening situation or it will put the alpha in a risky situation. Right now we are only doing recon, which means that you can call us back at any time, understand?”

Obi-Wan nodded against Kal’s shoulder.

“Then I’d really like some cuddle puddle time,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Please.”

“Let me call them now,” Kal said softly, “And why don’t you get into something soft, Ob’ika ? Something comfortable.”

“I do really like that ivory babydoll that Jaa got me,” Obi-Wan said softly, cheeks turning pink.

“And everyone really likes it on you,” Kal murmured, “Between the see-through fabric and the lace we probably should keep blacklights away from it. I don’t know if we’ll ever be able to fully explain it.”

Obi-Wan laughed softly, “Babydoll it is. And…if I’m feeling a little better later do you think that maybe…maybe we can move the show to here?”

“I don’t think anyone will be upset with that,” Kal promised, kissing Obi-Wan softly, “Go get ready for your cuddle time, baby. I’m going to call everyone now.”

Obi-Wan stood, already going for his dresser as Kal leaned over, reaching for his comm.

Obi-Wan paused with his cup of caf, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up and he turned around warily, looking at the three men who were walking in the galley, one hand pulling his robe shut a little more.

One of the men nodded at him, sitting down heavily at the table and scrubbing at his eyes tiredly and Obi-Wan forced his shoulders to relax.

“Morning,” he greeted softly, “There’s caf in the pot if you’d like.”

One of the men nodded, stepping past him and Obi-Wan slid to the side, leaning against the counter as the man reached for the pot before taking a sip and frowning at the bitter blend, walking over to the fridge to grab some more milk.

“It was definitely Adarri’s turn to pick the blend,” Obi-Wan muttered to himself as he bent down to grab the milk from the fridge door, freezing as something brushed against him.

He snapped up without the milk, hot caf splashing onto his hand as he cursed, panicked and hand burning.

“I was just grabbing the butter for my toast,” the man behind him said and Obi-Wan ducked his head, stepping out of the way.

“Sorry, you just scared me is all,” Obi-Wan murmured, looking down as his face flamed, shame crawling up his spine at how stupid he’d been, thinking that the man had any interest in him.

As if he hadn’t spent almost four years begging anyone and everyone to mate with him.

He’d given himself a big head since being accepted by his den and now he looked stupid in front of all three of Montross’s men who were just trying to get ready for breakfast with Obi-Wan standing in the way.

Obi-Wan moved over to the sink, setting his cup down as he started to run his hand under cold water, sighing softly and contemplating if he should just go back to bed.

A hand brushed against his thigh and Obi-Wan tensed, trying not to jerk back as the hand left as soon as it’d come, the man stepping over towards the cabinet that held most of the dry goods, opening it up and pulling the instant gruel before turning back around as Obi-Wan ducked his head down so that they wouldn’t see the way his face was burning.

A w eight on his hip made Obi-Wan all but jump and he set his cup down heavily on the counter, pulling his robe tighter and stepping away from the counter.

The man in question pulled out a spoon, raising a confused brow at Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan decided that he just needed to go back to bed, leaving his cup of caf on the counter as he headed back towards his nesting room.

“Baby it’s lunchtime.”

Obi-Wan didn’t acknowledge Myles as the man walked in, burying his face deeper into his nest in the hopes that he’d just go away.

“Obi-Wan,” Huza’s hands found Obi-Wan, pulling him gently from the blankets even as Obi-Wan squirmed and whined.

“Baby, are you okay?” Myles knelt down next to the bed, putting a hand on Obi-Wan’s forehead even as Obi-Wan’s shoulders fell miserably.

“I don’t feel good,” he lied softly, “I don’t want lunch. I just want to sleep.”

“Maybe we should stop at a med station,” Huza murmured, “This is the third day that you’ve felt too sick to leave your nest. Or we can talk to the head medical officer on Mandalore. Maybe Slon can at least lead us in the right direction.”

“How about we get you some crackers?” Myles suggested, rubbing Obi-Wan’s back softly, “Just in the meantime.”

“Okay,” Obi-Wan murmured, “But I can stay here?”

“You can stay here,” Huza promised, “I think that Zubian and Adarri are both here for the next couple of days to watch the ship. Maybe they can trade off staying in your nest with you to make sure that you don’t need anything, alright?”

“Oh-okay,” Obi-Wan said, face flushing in embarrassment as he realized that they were going to have to coddle him even more, all because he was uncomfortable being around people who weren’t actually doing anything wrong.

“We’ll get you some broth too, okay?” Myles said softly, brushing a hand through Obi-Wan’s messy hair.

“Okay,” Obi-Wan agreed, “Thank you.”

Myle s kissed him on the forehead, “I’ll be right back, alright? Why don’t you let Huza get you comfy in the meantime?”

Obi-Wan nodded, trying to swallow down the guilt, “Alright.”

“Have you considered the obvious?”

Jaster sighed as Slon came into view.

“Have you considered you are the galaxy’s grumpiest head medic?” Jaster questioned, huffing, “What obvious?”

“Oh for the love of Mandalore,” Slon muttered, “How old is the kid?”

Jaster winced and Slon at the very least looked apologetic.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said seriously, “Everyone’s a kid to me, ‘alor . I’m older than a Mythosaur. But I do need to know. How old is he?”

“He’s….sixteen,” Jaster gritted out the number, “And before you say anything know that we didn’t know that when we brought him on board but he’d been on his own for over four years. His parents kicked him out when he presented as an omega. Apparently, dualsex people have only ever presented as alphas or betas, though I’m not really sure how much of that was them trying to blow smoke up everyone’s asses.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything. You found an omega willing to take on a complete den with several incompatible races when normally a denmaker only accepts six to seven of them. And he’s clearly happy at the very least,” Slon said seriously, “But if he’s been on the street for four years, you probably have your answer.”

“You think he caught something on the street?” Jaster’s chest tightened at the idea, already formulating a plan to get to a nearby medical station.

“I think that he spent his heat with eight alphas—five of them compatible with his biology—after four years of preheat and not a single contraceptive in sight,” Slon said dryly, “Have the poor kid take a pregnancy test and give him some peppermint tea, for the love of Mandalore. And then have them do an ultrasound. If the baby is a zabrak or togruta you’ll be able to see it. If not, well it’s going to be a crap shoot of whose kid the poor thing is going to pop out.”

“You sound real sure,” Jaster muttered, even as the tops of his ears turned pink, “What if he’s not pregnant?”

“Then I’ll do a full workup,” Slon shot back, “But from what Montross said your new omega spends more time with his legs wrapped around his alphas than doing anything else so it’d be one hell of a surprise if he wasn’t.”

Jaster growled, the sound low and Slon huffed.

“There is nothing wrong with going through the honeymoon phase,” Slon said sharply, “You’re enjoying having a denmaker and he is enjoying having mates after going without any for so long. He presented too early and his body is doing its best to compensate. There is nothing wrong with wanting to have sex with your mates. Montross is just a jealous ass and I know that you know that.”

“I don’t like him talking about Obi-Wan like that,” Jaster said firmly, “He’s a lot more to us than just a convenient lay and that’s what he’s making it sound like. We love him. He’s ours.”

“And I’m sure Montross is jealous as hell. His latest potential denmaker left him and broke the courtship and here you are with a denmaker who is ecstatic to have ten alphas on top of him and with him at all times. It’s Montross’s wet dream. The only difference is he treats his denmakers like masturbation sleeves that are supposed to take care of them and clean up after their dumbasses. Now, if we can get back to the task at hand,” Slon said, “If the baby is zabrak or togruta then you need to let me know. He can carry them but he’ll need a c-section.”

Slon stopped for a minute before groaning softly.

“Give the poor kid a pregnancy test, get him started on prenatals right away, and then give me a day or two. You said he’s dualsex. He’s Stewjoni, isn’t he?”

“I told you that we found him on Stewjon,” Jaster reminded him.

“He’s got different biology than us,” Slon said, “I’m going to have to look into it but it’s going to take a bit. They’re known across the galaxy because they aren’t completely human.”

“Wh at does that mean?” Jaster questioned.

“It means that your boy is compatible with about ten thousand more types of sentients than a normal human and I know that there are some other weird quirks but I’m going to have to look into it,” Slon warned, “I’ve never looked into their biology because unless they are taken as sex-slaves or exiled from their planet, they normally only mate with other Stewjoni. Give me a bit.”

“Alright,” Jaster said, feeling a little uneasy.

“And give him a pregnancy test,” Slon said and then he clicked the holo off, leaving Jaster in the dark, trying to figure out how he was supposed to talk to everyone about this.

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It seemed stupid, when Jaster and Kal both walked into where everyone was getting ready to go to bed a few days later, Obi-Wan curled between two alphas in nothing but a bra and panties, that they hadn’t noticed beforehand.

Jaster guessed that they’d all chalked it up to Obi-Wan finally being able to eat enough but he could see where the boy’s chest had started to swell with soft, round tits that sat nestled in the bra that he was wearing. his stomach showing just the barest hint of a curve that they should have realized earlier.

His head was in Jaa’s lap as the besalisk scratching his scalp, legs thrown over Myles’s lap as the man pet his thigh softly and Jaster almost didn’t want to say anything.

“Hey, Ob’ika ?” Kal questioned softly, waiting for Obi-Wan to look over at him, “We talked to Slon and we need you to come with us for a minute.”

Obi-Wan blinked at him for a few minutes, tensing up ever so slightly.

“What do you mean? What’s wrong with him?” Jaa asked immediately, looking between the two of them.

“We aren’t entirely sure yet-,” Jaster started to say.

“Then why are the both of you here looking like that?” Myles accused as Obi-Wan sat up, “You’re hiding something.”

“Slon just asked that we have Obi-Wan do a test for him,” Kal said, keeping his voice even, “He’ll be right back.”

Obi- Wan squirmed a little from his spot, drawing the attention of all of the alphas in the room and Jaster huffed lightly as everyone looked over at them, stopping in between bouts of changing and brushing their teeth to look at what was going on.

“It’s not a big deal,” Jaster said firmly, “We just need to confirm something.”

“Confirm what?” Obi-Wan asked, looking a little nervous, “Is- is something wrong?”

“No, baby,” Kal stepped forward, taking Obi-Wan’s head between his hands, “Nothing is wrong. We just want to make sure that Slon’s hunch is right. Everything is going to be okay.”

“Why don’t you just tell us? We deserve to know as his alphas,” Qaz cut in, “Are we going to have to go back to Mandalore? Does he need medical attention right now? You can’t just keep this from us. We’re his alp-.”

“Slon thinks he’s pregnant,” Jaster finally snapped out, interrupting him, “Is that what you want to hear? That the sixteen-year-old boy that we haven’t even mated yet is probably pregnant with someone’s child? Slon isn’t even sure his biology can support children at his age and size so he’s going to get looked at to see if it’s even a possibility that he could carry to term.”

“Wait what?” Obi-Wan asked, eyes widening in surprise as his hands dropped down to his stomach, “I- I can carry to term! If I’ve got- if I have the den’s babies then I’m not getting rid of them!”

“Obi-Wan,” Kal said softly, tilting his head up, “We’ll talk about this but we need to do the test first. We had to get a special test for it. Stewjoni omegas aren’t supposed to present until they’re eighteen. It takes a lot of stress to force them to present before that and it’s not good for them. We need to know how you are doing before we proceed.”

“A special test? Why does he need a special test?” Darro questioned, crossing his arms as he lifted himself from where he was adjusting Obi-Wan’s nest.

“Because they have to test both my uteruses,” Obi-Wan murmured as he flushed, “It’s not like a human test. They need to see if I’m pregnant in one or both.”

“I’m sorry did you say two uteruses?” Kuna’s voice was a little choked.

Obi-Wan squirmed a little, “Yeah. I’ve got two. The- the second one can hold a baby but it’s more useful for…the incubation period.”

“Th e what?” Kuna questioned.

“They’re extinct now,” Obi-Wan murmured, “But on my planet, Kæjìk , there used to be a race of sentient creatures that could only reproduce with a…host. They were considered parasitic until Kæjìki biology evolved so that we could carry the…eggs. They were known as the psìt-kisænij or egg givers. The second uterus can be used to incubate a baby but also it can incubate other things.”

“Can it incubate eggs besides the- the ones it’s meant for?” Kuna asked quietly and Jaster could see the hope on his face.

Obi-Wan nodded even as he flushed, “It can incubate most things and I don’t…have a traditional cervix there. It will just kinda-.”

He made a spreading motion with his hands, even as the mortification sunk in.

“Would you- can you even- your-  your second-.”

It almost seemed like Kuna couldn’t find the words to ask and finally, Obi-Wan swallowed against the embarrassment.

“If you are asking if I can take on Nautolan eggs then the answer is yes,” Obi-Wan almost whispered, “I can incubate eggs for you to have your own children.”

Kuna’s eyes got wide and Obi-Wan’s face flamed.

“Right now we need to focus on whether or not you are currently carrying children,” Jaster murmured, “Before we talk about the what-ifs. I want to make sure that you are going to be okay. You’re still not finished growing and I’m worried that it might be too harsh on your body.”

Obi-Wan shrugged, “Probably not. Stewjoni are kind of weird like that. Unless their bodies feel ready and they feel safe you can’t get past their kàpur-gàn . It would probably take some digging to find information on it but it’s a covering over the cervix that keeps out competing sperm so that an alpha can’t get another alpha pregnant. I’m not an alpha but I still have it. If my body had been worried about you all, it wouldn’t have let you impregnante me in the first place.”

“Te st first,” Jaster said firmly, “Then we can talk about it. If you really are pregnant then we need to get you on prenatals now.”

Obi-Wan grimaced, “Those tests suck. Do I really have to take one?”

Kal pressed against his back, hand cupping Obi-Wan’s chest and he looked down, blinking as he realized that Kal had handfuls of his tits in his hand.

“Oh. Okay. On the first try too,” Obi-Wan murmured, “I don’t know what you all made the nest out of but I think you might want to start teaching classes about it.”

Kal kissed his temple, “We’ll keep that in mind.”

“They’re confident that I can carry them both to term just fine,” Obi-Wan promised, feet swinging as the paper underneath him crinkled. He shifted as a nurse came in, smiling at him.

“I’m going to be doing your ultrasound so that you can see your babies,” she said, “I just wanted to confirm a few things. You mentioned that you were dualsex? Male dualsex?”

Obi-Wan nodded, “I’m an omega though…I know it’s a bit weird but-.”

“It’s not that strange,” she said, giving him a soft smile, “It’s actually become quite common on Stewjon-1. I wouldn’t worry about it too much, even if Kæjìk still thinks it taboo.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan said, blinking in surprise.

“See? I told you there was something wrong with all of them,” Kal muttered, squeezing Obi-Wan’s hand.

“Okay,” she said, sitting down and slapping her hands on her knees as she rolled towards him on the chair, “Can you lie back for me? I’m assuming from the group of alphas that we currently have outside that you are part of a den? We don’t really see that often out here but I’ve seen a Mandalorian or two in my days.”

Obi-Wan nodded, breathing a sigh of relief as he leaned back so that he was lying down on the medical cot.

“How many alphas do you have? Any biology that we need to worry about?” she asked, a small piece of grey hair falling in front of her face as she spoke, slipping on gloves and reaching for a device that Obi-Wan thought might be the wand.

“Zabrak and Togruta,” Obi-Wan breathed as she pulled his gown up past his stomach.

“So definitely nothing too dangerous but we’ll have to assume you need a c-section,” she nodded, “I’d recommend having medical on board any ship that you decide to travel on. It’d probably be best for you to stay in one place but I understand that sometimes that isn’t possible.”

Obi-Wan shivered a little bit as the cool gel hit his stomach, “Can you see if they are yet? Since they’ll be so tiny?”

She nodded, “There are subtle differences in the bone structure that will show if it’s zabrak. You may have to wait on the togruta though, it’s hard to know until I get a look.”

Obi-Wan looked up as Jaster and Kal’s eyes fell to the small little screen and he couldn’t help but smile at the look of wonder on their faces as the nurse ran the wand and a small, fluttering noise filled the space.

“There’s the first one,” she murmured, “Definitely not zabrak and it doesn’t look togruta either….but the babe looks healthy, no problems that I can see here, just let me snap a few holographs and then I can take measurements.”

“Can we- can we maybe have a few flimsis to pass out?” Jaster asked, looking over to Obi-Wan as if to check that it was okay.

“He means ten,” Obi-Wan corrected, “One for each of my alphas. We are raising them as a den so no matter who the father is, everyone will be a part of it.”

“I can certainly do that,” she agreed, “You can see there is the head…and there are the arms and there the legs. Everything is looking good, organs developing nicely… the umbilical cord looks great…I’d say that your first estimate was right. You’re at about 12 weeks.”

“It’s a baby.”

Kal’s voice was soft and a little dumbfounded and Obi-Wan laughed softly, reaching out to take the man’s hand.

“It is,” he agreed, “And we’ve got another too.”

The nurse smiled as she moved the wand softly before her eyebrows shot up for just a fraction of a second before returning to normal.

“What is it?” Jaster asked, right away.

“It’s nothing bad,” she promised right away, “It’s just…well a little surprising I suppose. You see there-?”

She pointed to one of the shapes.

“That’s the baby,” Jaster said tightly, “Right?”

She nodded and then she moved her finger, pointing to the shape next to it.

“And this is a baby too,” she said, a smile in her voice, “It looks like in Obi-Wan’s main uterus he’s got a set of twins. It’s not uncommon in human-Stewjoni pregnancies but do you see that formation in the crown there-?”

She pointed to the first and Jaster looked closer before nodding.

“It’s zabrak,” she explained.

“So he’s got twin zabraks?” Jaster asked, looking at her.

She shook her head as she pointed to the other child, “There’s no crown formation here and in Stewjoni pregnancies heteropaternal superfecundation is also common. He’s carrying the children of two different fathers in one of his wombs.”

“So there’s- there’s three fathers,” Kal said as he looked back at the screen before laughing in soft amazement as he looked back to Obi-Wan, “Three of us are going to be fathers instead of just two.”

“I suppose so,” Obi-Wan agreed, “And I’m sure that Zubian will be thrilled to know that he is one of the fathers.”

Kal snorted, “He’s going to be ecstatic. He’s always wanted children.”

“It looks like you have two more healthy babies,” the nurse murmured and they looked back up, watching as she went through the same steps, “Formations are perfect, healthy cord, organs are good…I’d say all three babies are doing amazing. Let me get those flimsis for you.”

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan murmured.

“It’s…it’s mine?”

Zubian’s voice was soft as he looked up at Obi-Wan, holding the flimsi that the boy had handed him, fingers brushing over the tiny, blur of baby on the ultrasound.

“It’s definitely a zabrak formation on the skull,” Obi-Wan agreed softly, “So it’s your baby inside of me.”

Zub ian shot forward and Obi-Wan laughed into the kiss, letting the man lay him back on the couch where they were sitting, hands roaming up and down Obi-Wan’s slightly swollen stomach and tits before pulling back and looking down at him with a dark, interested gaze.

“I think it’s been too long,” he said.

“Too long for-ohhhhhhhh.”

Obi-Wan moaned softly when his panties were jerked to the side, warm mouth over his cunt as Zubian went down on him, sucking and lapping at Obi-Wan’s slick folds and Obi-Wan’s breaths started to come quicker, eyes wide and dazed as he looked over at the dark looks his alphas were giving him.

“Look how pretty he is,” Jaa murmured, stepping forward to play with one of Obi-Wan’s swollen tits before cupping the other, fingers playing with his nipples as Obi-Wan groaned.

Zubian took Obi-Wan’s clit between his lips and when he sucked, Obi-Wan’s back arched, cunt already aching and wet for his mates and he whimpered, thighs tightening around the zabrak’s head as he started to rock against Zubian’s face.

“Oh so perfect for us,” Jaa said softly as he continued to play with Obi-Wan’s tits, “Look how pretty you are. You did it, baby boy. You took all our cocks and made babies just like you’re supposed to.”

Obi-Wan whined softly as he continued to rut against Zubian’s face.

“I did good?” he asked, crying out as Jaa pinched his nipples softly, pulling on them before squeezing his tits again.

“You did perfect,” Jaa agreed, “So perfect. Look you’re already swollen with how well you did. You’ve got our ade inside of you just waiting comfortably to be ready.”

“Good boys get cock,” Obi-Wan whimpered, “I want cock.”

“Oh you poor, sweet, horny thing,” Jaa murmured, “How about we turn you around and let Kuna play with you? You can ride Zubian’s face and get your pretty little ass played with at the same time.”

Obi-Wan nodded desperately, sucking in a sharp breath when they flipped him, Zubian on his back, taking Obi-Wan’s hips into his hands to urge him where he needed to be.

“Th is is going to be perfect,” Jaa said, “Put your hands on his chest and ride that face, baby boy. Kuna is going to get behind you. Just give me one second okay?”

“Oka-yyyyyy,” Obi-Wan agreed, moaning softly as Zubian pulled him down onto his face, the new angle sending sparks up Obi-Wan’s spine as he buried his face in Obi-Wan’s cunt.

He felt Kuna’s hand, looking back and nodding when the man looked at him in question, unable to take his eyes off the man’s tendrils as he pulled his pants down, the tendrils already leaking as they filled with blood and squirmed in anticipation.

The first tendril started to play with Obi-Wan’s hole, rubbing soft circles against it and Obi-Wan groaned softly.

“Oh, I really love that,” Obi-Wan said, “Can I have all three today please?”

“It’s laying season,” Kuna managed to bite out, “So they’re thicker than normal. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Obi-Wan looked at the tendrils longingly and Kuna huffed.

“Only you would look at tentacles like they are a treat,” Kuna murmured as he pressed up against Obi-Wan’s back, letting one of the tendrils slide into his ass as Obi-Wan shuddered softly, squirming happily as it started to play with his walls.

“They’re so nice and squirmy inside of me,” Obi-Wan sighed happily, “They make my prostate happy.”

“Oh they do, do they?” Kuna murmured, nipping at Obi-Wan’s bottom lip before pressing their lips together, “Because you make them very happy too. It’s been a long time since such a sweet, tight hole has accepted my cock.”

A second tendril slipped in past his rim and Obi-Wan moaned happily, arching his back to press his cunt against Zubian’s mouth and force the tendrils deeper inside of his ass.

“They can have my hole whenever they want,” Obi-Wan murmured, “It feels so good. You feel so good in me. Give me the third one. Stretch me to my breaking point.”

Obi -Wan started to ride Zubian’s face hard, rocking his hips into the man’s mouth as the third tendril slipped into his ass, punched-out noises leaving his throat as the tendrils alternated in and out of him, one playing with his prostate constantly as they kriffed him hard.

“Zubian, Zubian, Zubian,” Obi-Wan cried out as the man slipped two fingers into his soaked cunt, curling them and playing with the swell of nerves at the front of his cunt and he whimpered when Kuna’s hand wrapped around his cock, pumping Obi-Wan as his hips stuttered and his orgasm hit him like a speeder, harsh and fast as he groaned through it.

He felt Kuna’s tendrils swell up and then he made a noise of surprise as something splattered all over his insides, leaking out of him immediately as Kuna’s face flushed navy.

“It’s laying season,” he managed to squeak out, “So I’m building up fluid to help eggs move better and it- well when I come it just- just comes out. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should have warn-.”

He was cut off by Obi-Wan’s mouth as the man dragged him in for a kiss, shifting so that Kuna could pull him off Zubian’s face, the zabrak sliding out from under him and sitting on his legs as he looked at Obi-Wan, face messy with Obi-Wan’s slick and come when Obi-Wan looked back at him,

Obi-Wan shifted, getting on his hands and knees and arching his back to bare his swollen, wet cunt to Zubian.

“C’mon it’s definitely nice and ready for you,” Obi-Wan murmured, laughing as Zubian immediately shoved his pants down to his ankles, sliding into Obi-Wan with a practiced speed and pressing against his back as he immediately started to kriff him, holding Obi-Wan’s hips as he panted softly.

“Oh yes,” Zubian moaned out, eyes closed, “Oh that pussy is so good. What did we ever do to deserve it? Oh, it’s perfect, you’re perfect, you’re the perfect little omega for us. Oh, you feel so nice and tight around me. Thank you. Thank you.”

Obi -Wan whined, “Hngghhh no. No. Thank you. You feel amazing. You all feel amazing. All I want is my alpha’s cocks for the rest of my life, buried inside my holes. You can have all of them, kriff you can have all of them. Whichever one you want.”

“I want all of them,” Zubian growled in his ear and then the man looked up, “Myles get your cock out and get under him. I’m going to switch to his ass and you’re going to take his cunt.”

“Ohhh someone’s got a big head now that they know they’ve impregnated our omega,” Myles said even as he started to strip, “Let me under you, baby boy. We’re about to give you a nice long ride, okay?”

Obi-Wan shifted to let Myles under him, crying out when Zubian pulled out of his cunt and into his ass, squirming desperately as Myles pressed into his cunt.

Myles and Obi-Wan didn’t need to move, Zubian’s fast, hard movements making them both rock together without any effort and Obi-Wan whined, letting the feeling of both his holes being filled make his head swim as he bared his neck to the both of them.

“Kriff you are the prettiest little thing,” Jaa murmured and Obi-Wan opened his eyes to see the man jerking off both his cocks, pants around his thighs.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and tilting his head up to Jaa.

“Are you sure?” the besalisk grunted out and Obi-Wan nodded.

Jaa let the head of one of his cocks lay on Obi-Wan’s tongue, tapping it a few times to let Obi-Wan taste the salt before Obi-Wan closed his mouth around it, sucking on it happily as his head started to swim, making him feel weightless.

There wasn’t any place better to be than with all his holes filled, the feeling of three of his alphas inside of him and the scent of sex and happy alphas in the room and Obi-Wan let himself get lost in them.

He c ame so hard that he saw stars behind his eyes and when he opened them, Jaa was pulling his cock from Obi-Wan’s mouth, come from both of them spurting as Obi-Wan stuck out his tongue desperately to catch it, only managing to get most of it all of his face.

He whimpered when Zubian pulled out, ass immediately leaking with the come from him and Kuna and he ground down on Myles as the man orgasmed inside of him, flooding him with warmth as he collapsed on top of the man.

“Kark your tits bounce now when we’re kriffing you.” Myles muttered, “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to see them leaking milk.”

Obi-Wan squeaked in embarrassment but Myles just laughed, his hand finding Obi-Wan's back to rub softly.

“We love you,” Myles murmured, “You’re the most beautiful thing we’ve ever seen. There is nothing more that we’d love than seeing you swollen with our ade .”

“I don’t know,” Obi-Wan murmured even as his face flamed, “It might be nice to see me swollen with your ade while I’m taking your cocks.”

Myles’s hips jerked, jamming his cock deeper into Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan moaned softly, humming happily as he started to relax against them.

“Get some sleep, baby,” Myles murmured, “We’ve got you. I can’t wait for Jaster to let the palace know. They’ll be ecstatic to know that our omega is ready to start a family with us.”

“I love you all,” Obi-Wan said, half the words slurred.

“We love you too,” Myles promised.

Obi-Wan frowned as he looked down to where his favorite dress was stuck on his hips, tugging softly on it to confirm that he couldn’t pull it up any further before letting it drop back down, shoulders dropping.

“Is everything alright there, baby boy?”

Jaa pressed against his back, nuzzling at Obi-Wan’s side and he sighed softly, tilting his head to let the man press against his mating gland.

“My dress doesn’t fit,” Obi-Wan mumbled in embarrassment, “I think I’m gaining too much weight.”

Jaa’s growl was low and two hands cupped his stomach as Jaa kissed his shoulder.

“You’ve got three ade inside you,” he murmured, “You’re supposed to be gaining weight. You look beautiful. Especially these.”

Obi-Wan’s breath caught as two more hands cupped his swollen chest and Jaa squeezed his tits.

“I still can’t walk around naked,” Obi-Wan breathed and then at Jaa’s look, “At least not with other alphas around. I need to wear something.”

“I’m pretty sure we got some things at the last space station for you,” Jaa said, “Let me check with Jaster to see where we put them. Just wait here for a minute.”

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan murmured, tilting his head up to press a kiss to the corner of Jaa’s mouth.

“Of course, sweet boy,” Jaa agreed as he stepped back, letting go of Obi-Wan reluctantly so that he could start to make his way towards the hall.

“How are we supposed to get work done with you looking like that?” Myles asked, golden eyes roaming over Obi-Wan’s body as he stepped into the galley.

Obi-Wan flushed, “The same way you always get work done. Aren’t you lead on this mission?”

“I’d let someone else lead if I could,” Myles murmured, “Who bought you that, pretty thing? You look amazing.”

Obi-Wan looked down, hands cupping his stomach around the sheer chiffon fabric of his dress.

“It’s the only thing that fits right now. I’m not sure I’d say I look amazing,” Obi-Wan said dubiously.

“I think that if you ever step out of that room in a sheer dress and a pair of black panties and we tell you that you don’t look good you should assume that we’re imposters,” Kal deadpanned as he walked in, “Because your ass looks like you could bounce a credit off of it in that.”

Obi- Wan’s flush started to travel down his neck and chest.

“It’s not completely sheer,” Obi-Wan said seriously, “The cups of my bust are solid.”

“They are definitely solid,” Myles agreed, eyes flitting down to Obi-Wan’s chest.

Obi-Wan could feel the tips of his ears heat up and he bit his lip.

“You all aren’t allowed to tease me like that when you’re leaving,” Obi-Wan said seriously, “Because normally you check me out and tease and then you take me to bed. If you think you are going to check me out and tease and then leave for a mission, you can forget it.”

“Does that mean that I get to check you out and tease you then?”

Obi-Wan squeaked lightly, the sound turning into a soft moan as Jaster pressed up against his back, the older man’s hands finding his ass and squeezing.

“You’re staying behind?” Obi-Wan asked, looking up at the man, “I thought that the whole team was going on the mission.”

“Everyone except me,” Jaster confirmed, “But we wouldn’t leave you here by yourself on a regular day, never mind when you are almost four months pregnant, cyar’ika .”

“Oh. So I still get cuddle time?” Obi-Wan brightened.

“You most certainly still get cuddle time,” Jaster promised, kissing him softly, “As much cuddle time as you want.”

“Sounds perfect,” Obi-Wan murmured.

“Good,” Jaster smiled, kissing him again, “Because you are stuck with me.”

“Poor me,” Obi-Wan said, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“More like your poor cunt,” Jaster nipped at his bottom lip, “Because it’s been too long since it was just me and you.”

“I’m pretty sure my cunt can take it,” Obi-Wan said confidently, “Now why don’t you let me see the rest of our den off?”

Jaster let go, albeit a little reluctantly, “I guess I can do that.”

Obi-Wan was already dreaming of how nice it would be to sleep with all of his mates again when Jaster had left to go get them, rolling around in his nest for a little bit trying to get comfortable without Jaster there to wrap around him.

It worked for a little while, until his stomach started to growl and Obi-Wan sighed, popping his head up to look over at the nightstand, frowning when he realized he was out of crackers.

He contemplated just not doing anything before huffing and pulling himself up out of his nest, stepping over to the dresser to slide on a robe over his bustier and panties, frowning as he looked down to the straps curving around the tops of his tits, realizing that he couldn’t see past them anymore with a huff.

He tightened the robe as he stepped out, intent on finding the crackers that he knew they had for him so that he could escape back to his nest to wait for his mates.

He padded to the galley, opening up the cabinet and sifting through it, pulling out the crackers triumphantly before gasping and dropping them as he was shoved roughly against the counter, a large hand pressing on his back to keep him bent over it.

He squirmed, trying to get free as panic filled his chest, thoughts immediately going to his stomach and whether or not his babies would have felt it.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Obi-Wan questioned, voice unsteady, “Let go of me! Let- let-hey!”

Obi-Wan struggled as someone grabbed the collar of his robe, trying to yank it off him even as he grabbed the hem, fighting against the grip until he could hear the sound of the fabric ripping, his back suddenly feeling exposed.

“Stop! Stop, what are you- what are you doing-ow!”

Obi-Wan stopped as his head hit the counter, head swimming as anxiety clawed at his chest.

“No!” Obi-Wan yelled, trying to press himself tighter to the counter as hands found the hem of his panties and he let out a sob as they were shoved down around his ankles.

Two more hands joined the first and Obi-Wan shook as they found the clasp on his bustier, the fabric falling onto the counter as the hands wrapped around his chest, cupping his swollen tits and squeezing even as Obi-Wan kept fighting against them.

“Let me go! Let me go please!” Obi-Wan cried out, “Please- please don’t-.”

“But you’re always such a good slut for everyone,” a voice—that Obi-Wan though t he might have remembered as a besalisk named Nej—muttered in his ear, “Don’t you want to be a good slut for me?” 

Obi-Wan whimpered, trying to squirm out of the besalisk’s grip.

“Please let me go,” Obi-Wan pleaded, “Please I don’t- I don’-.”

He started to cry, panic clawing at his throat and making it hard to breathe as his hands scrabbled against the surface of the counter, body contorted uncomfortably and stomach pressed too hard into it for it to be good for his ade .

“You’re so good for Jaa though,” the besalisk hissed in his ear, “Don’t you want to be good for me? I hear that you take both of his cocks in those pretty little holes of yours? Isn’t that what you like? To be stuffed with cock like the good like slut you are?”

Obi-Wan jerked as the man’s mouth found his ear, elbow smacking into Nej’s face in his panic and two of the man’s hands loosened, just enough that when Obi-Wan dropped his weight he fell down into a heap on the floor, crawling between the besalisk’s legs and running down the hall.

He started to cry as he ran for his nest, chest heaving and heart clenching as he realized he was completely naked.

A hand grabbed his arm as he darted past a hall and he cried out as it jerked him back, shoving him down onto the ground even as he tried to escape.

“Oh look at that,” the man muttered in Obi-Wan’s ear, “You’re already naked. Are you sad because you aren’t full? Because I can help with that.”

“Good you found him, Jado,” Nej said as he stepped closer, “Damn bitch is slippery, be careful.”

“Ho pefully he’s slippery where it counts because otherwise this is gonna hurt,” Jado grunted out as he pushed Obi-Wan to the floor, crawling on top of him and holding him down with a firm hand to space between his shoulders, fingers wrapping around the back of his neck and squeezing in warning even as Obi-Wan continued to sob.

He heard shuffling and then there was something hot and wet pressed against his back and Obi-Wan scrambled, trying to get out of the man’s grip as his cock started to rub up against Obi-Wan’s ass.

Two more hands grabbed his arms and then his head was slammed into the ground and Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut as black dots started to swim in his vision.

“Why are you wasting time on its ass when it has a cunt?” Nej asked.

“It’s got a what?”

“How do you think it’s pregnant?”

Obi-Wan struggled to shut his legs as a hand cupped his cunt, squeezing hard as the man chuckled behind him.

“Oh, what do you know? You’re right,” Jado replied, “Let me just-.”

Suddenly the weight against Obi-Wan’s back was gone and there was a commotion behind him, yelling and blaster shots as he curled in on himself, unable to convince his body that he needed to move as his head ached.

Obi-Wan screamed when two hands grabbed him, the sound raw and terrified, and he struggled against the grip, crying harder.

“It’s me, it’s me, it’s okay. Baby we’ve got you. We’ve got you.”

Obi-Wan froze at the familiar voice, letting himself be tucked under a familiar chin as the scent of brine and sand enveloped him, Kuna’s arms wrapping around him as he picked him up off the floor.

He could see out of the corner of his eye as Jaster yanked the unfamiliar man forward, shoving him into the wall as he snarled, the sound deep and guttural as the man’s head hit the wall.

“Space him,” Jaster snapped as he looked over at the besalisk that Darro had in his grip, one of the besalisk’s arm and his leg at a weird angle as he gritted his teeth.

“It wasn’t what it-.”

Nej stopped as Darro slammed him into the wall—the crunch of his body rattling Obi-Wan’s teeth—as he fell limply to the ground.

“Get him off of my karking ship now ,” Kal was right behind Jaster as he stepped up, blaster still smoking from where he must have shot it off and Obi-Wan whimpered.

Kal’s face snapped over to Obi-Wan and then he was stepping forward, pressing against Obi-Wan and pressing him—and Kuna—against the wall as he started to scent Obi-Wan, face rubbing along his cheek and jaw even as Obi-Wan could hear the quickness of his breath.

“You heard him,” Jaster said tightly, “Space him. Get rid of his body. I’ll take care of this one.”

The man tried to speak but Jaster elbowed him in the face, knocking him out cold, face turned in a snarl as he looked up at Jaa.

“Get him into the same chamber,” Jaster said darkly, “They don’t get to explain themselves and I don’t care what they’ve got to say. And then get Montross and his men into the galley, now. I don’t give a kark what they are doing. If they take more than five minutes let them know they’ll be spaced too.”

Obi-Wan let out another sob as he realized that his den was there, hands reaching out to wrap around Kal’s neck as the man pulled him into his arms, scooping him up like he weighed nothing and kissing his face between whispered apologies, one hand finding Obi-Wan’s swollen stomach to rub softly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. You’re okay, Ob’ika . We’ve got you, we’ve got you, sweetheart. You’re going to be fine.”

“Get him to his nest,” Jaster murmured, “Zubian and Kuna are going to stay with him and then the rest of you are going to start knocking on doors. Be in the galley in five. If anyone refuses, shoot them.”

“I’m going with Obi-Wan,” Kal said, voice firm, “I’m not leaving him.”

“Then stay with Obi-Wan,” Jaster said, “But be ready to hear from me if I need you. If anyone has even heard rumors of this they’re going to die today.”

“I’ll keep my comm on,” Kal promised and then Obi-Wan curled his fingers against the back of Kal’s neck, nails digging into the skin there as Kal started to nuzzle at him again, chest rumbling softly to soothe him as he started to walk back towards Obi-Wan's nest.

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Obi-Wan sniffled as Kal set him down on the side of the jet tub, still completely naked as he started to fiddle with the knobs, turning the water on and testing it before turning, kneeling and taking one of Obi-Wan’s hands to kiss.

“We’re going to get you cleaned up, baby,” Kal murmured, “I’m so sorry but we’ve got you. We’re going to get you a nice warm bath and then into your nest.”

A hand appeared and Obi-Wan jerked back, Zubian’s hand coming behind his head so that he didn’t slam it into the wall.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized immediately, dropping onto his knees as he showed Obi-Wan the soft cloth that he had before slowly moving to start wiping at Obi-Wan’s tears, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I should have known better.”

Obi-Wan’s hand squeezed Kal’s and he shuddered with another sob.

“I know, sweetheart,” Kal said softly, “Let it out, it’s okay. We’ve got you now. You’re safe, just let it out.”

Obi-Wan’s shoulders shuddered with his sobs as he went boneless, leaning heavily on Kal as he cried, curled up in on himself as the panic finally broke free, chest heaving as his throat burned.

It felt like it was ages—though Obi-Wan knew it wasn’t possibly true—when he finally grew quiet, shivering against Kal as the man wrapped a warm hand around Obi-Wan’s distended stomach.

“I was so scared,” he breathed out shakily, “He was going to- he was going to-.”

He hiccuped.

“He was going to hurt you,” Kal murmured, “Rape you. But we got you and he’s not ever going to get a second chance. Jaster isn’t even going to hear what he has to say. He’s going to space him.”

“He-he called me a-,” Obi-Wan cut himself off as he tried to suck in a breath, a pained noise leaving his throat, “a slut. He- he said I was a-an it .”

The growl that ripped out of Zubian’s mouth surprised Obi-Wan and he looked up to his lover’s angry gaze, shrinking back from his livid, brown eyes.

“You’re scaring him,” Kal said sharply and then Zubian’s face fell, eyes focusing back on Obi-Wan.

The water shut off and Obi-Wan looked over as Kuna turned the knobs.

“The water is ready,” he murmured, “And I put some salts in them. Do you think that we should get the blood off of him first?”

Obi-Wan looked down, realizing that underneath his fingernails were bloody, hands resting on his swollen stomach.

“You’re bleeding from the temple,” Kal said, keeping his voice even, “And I think that you are bleeding underneath your nails too but it’s mostly bruising. Can you feel any of it?”

Obi-Wan shook his head.

“We’re going to get you in the water,” Kal said, “The salts are going to help with the bruising and Kuna has a bacta packet for your temple, okay?”

Obi-Wan nodded slowly, letting Kal pick him up to place him gently in the tub and then he reached out a hand, brushing against the blood on the man’s eyebrow.

“It’s not mine,” Kal grunted out, “So don’t worry.”

“You shot the besalisk on top of me,” Obi-Wan whispered.

“It was point blank. It was never going to hit you,” Kal said seriously.

“I wasn’t worried about that,” Obi-Wan murmured, “I’d never be worried you’d hurt me.”

Kal took his hand, turning his head and kissing his palm.

“Good,” he said softly, “Because I love you. I’m so sorry, cyar’ika . If I hadn’t gotten our drop ship damaged then Jaster never would have-.”

“It’s not your fault,” Obi-Wan whispered, “It’s not. I love you.”

“We’re going to get you cleaned up, baby,” Kal promised, “And then we’ll get you cuddled in your nest, okay? Jaster is going to take care of talking to Montross and we’re going to call your midwife to make sure that we don’t have to do anything special for your babies, okay?”

“Okay,” Obi-Wan agreed softly.

“You’re lucky I don’t karking space all of you!” Jaster snarled, stepping toe to toe with Montross, growling as he stepped back, “Oh you don’t want to be a big alpha anymore? If you’re going to be a hut’uun then get the kriff out of my face!”

“Jaster-,” Adarri stepped forward, only to stop when Jaster turned to him, eyes lit up.

“No!” Jaster snapped, “He’s got no kriffing leg to stand on! I don’t care how many morons he’s losing off his team! Four is a small price to pay so that I don’t decide to space them all!”

“Ja ster you know that-,” Montross started to say.

“I know that you’re a piece of shit that doesn’t know how to manage your own men!” Jaster snapped angrily, “Because two of them were off attacking my denmaker! I don’t know what kind of karking ship you run around on , but this is mine. Everyone answers to me! And if you don’t want to answer to the karking vacuum of space, you keep your stupid kriffing hands off of my mate! You don’t touch him, you don’t look at him, you don’t even breathe in his karking direction. Anything that touches him, you’ll kriffing lose! Do we understand each other?”

“Yes,” Montross replied, but his jaw was tight.

Jaster swung around to look at the men behind him, the air so thick with tension that you could have sliced it, spine straight and jaw tight.

“This is your first and only warning,” Jaster said, keeping his voice as even as he could with the anger that was burning hot in his veins, “Unless you want to end up like your vode, I’d pay attention to it. You touch my denmaker, it will be the last thing you touch. I’d recommend that you make some calls and let their families know that they’ve died. What you tell them is up to you, I don’t care. Just know that if they ask me what happened, I’ll be telling them the truth, so I wouldn’t try to paint them as the victims here.”

Jaster turned to Adarri, “Get everyone and get them back to Obi-Wan’s nest. Now. You’ve got another meeting to get to.”

“Understood, ‘alor,” Adarri nodded his head, “I’ll get everyone.”

“Hello, baby,” Jaster murmured as Obi-Wan shoved himself into Jaster’s chest, hands coming up to wrap around him as he kissed his head.

The boy was in a soft-looking sleep set, eyes still rimmed red and hair loosely braided down his back as he clung to him, sniffling softly.

“Are you okay?” Obi-Wan asked softly.

“I’m not the one that we need to be worried about,” Jaster said seriously, “I’m just fine.”

He b linked as Obi-Wan started to herd him but allowed himself to be led to Obi-Wan’s nest, laying down and letting the boy crawl directly on top of him, scenting him thoroughly.

Jaster’s shoulders relaxed against his will, the anger in his veins cooling as Obi-Wan ran his hands up and down his shoulders, nuzzling softly against his mating gland until Jaster was pliant underneath him.

“You cheat, you know that right?” Jaster breathed.

Obi-Wan sat up a little before pressing their foreheads together.

“I’ve never seen you so angry,” Obi-Wan murmured, “I was worried about you.”

“It’s happened a time or two. But it’s been a long time. I wasn’t mad at you, I was-,” Jaster stopped for a minute, chest clenching.

“I was scared,” he finally confessed in a whisper.

Obi-Wan shoved himself into the man’s chest, gaze finding Jaa’s.

The besalisk was sitting against the wall near the door, along with Myles and he frowned.

“Why are you two not in our nest?” Obi-Wan questioned, eyes flitting between the two of them as they both squirmed a little uncomfortably.

“We’re keeping watch,” Jaa murmured and Obi-Wan lifted his head a little, frowning harder.

“You can keep watch from our nest,” Obi-Wan insisted, “You don’t need to keep watch out there, especially when everyone is here.”

“It’s fine, Obi-Wan,” Myles said, sounding tired, “We’re still here with you.”

Obi-Wan started to lift himself up off the bed, pulling out of Jaster’s arms—albeit a little reluctantly—to crawl into Jaa’s lap, fitting himself up against the man’s chest and huffing softly when the besalisk’s arms didn’t wrap around him.

He wrapped both of his hands around one of Jaa’s arms and pulled it across his chest as he turned to nuzzle against the man’s pulse point, only pulling back when he heard the sharp intake of breath.

“Jaa?” Obi-Wan whispered, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Jaa murmured, “Why don’t you go and get comfy in your nest, baby boy? I’m not going anywhere.”

Ob i-Wan frowned, “Yeah I know because you won’t move from this spot, so why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you?”

“I- I don’t want to…you’ve been through a lot tonight and I- I don’t want to add to that,” Jaa finally admitted softly, “So maybe it’s best if I stay here tonight.”

Obi-Wan looked over at Myles and then Jaa as it finally dawned on him.

“The other man was Pantoran,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Is that what this is?”

“Chiss,” Myles replied, eyes still not meeting Obi-Wan’s.

“Well then it seems to me that you are two very different people,” Obi-Wan murmured, “And I never saw him. I was so busy trying to run away that I never even realized that he looked anything like you, but to my knowledge, the chiss have red eyes.”

“They do,” Myles agreed.

“And they most certainly don’t have the tattoos that my alpha does,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Come here, Myles.”

Myles was so tense that he was shaking and then he darted forward, pressing against Obi-Wan as he started to scent him, body going slack as Obi-Wan started to purr softly.

“I didn’t need to see either of them to know that they weren’t you,” Obi-Wan whispered, “The way that they grabbed me—the way that it hurt me—I’ve never worried about either of you doing. Even if I couldn’t see you, I’d know it was you.”

Obi-Wan ran a hand up Jaa’s arm.

“When you grab for me it’s to pick me up and carry me around, not to hold me down. Hold me in place , maybe, but not to hold me down. When you touch me I’ve never been scared.”

He turned to Myles, taking his hand, “Either of you. I know your voices and your hands and the way that you love me and I’ve never had to be scared. I’ve never even thought to be. So I don’t care who was out there. You two are in here for a reason. And after the night I’ve had, I want my mates in our nest. Please.”

“Only if you’re sure,” Myles murmured.

“I’m sure,” Obi-Wan promised, “It’s time for bed.”

He h ummed softly as Jaa’s arms wrapped around him—still a bit too delicately, like he was afraid Obi-Wan might break—picking him up and taking him over to his nest, Myles not far behind him.

Obi-Wan crawled into Kal’s arms, scenting the man softly as he curled up against his chest.

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan whispered, “All of you.”

“We love you,” Kal said, voice thick.

“I love you all too,” Obi-Wan promised, “Now it’s time for bed.”

“He’s not to be left alone. Ever. Do we understand each other?” Kal said firmly.

Jaster’s jaw was tight and his spine straight as he spoke, eyes flitting to Obi-Wan’s sleeping form for just a second before turning his attention back to his men.

“I don’t trust Montross or his men with him,” Jaster murmured to them, “I thought that my original warning would have been enough but now I’m not confident even my new warning will be. Don’t take your eyes off of him, understand? I’m going to talk to Adonais and ensure that they have a ship by the end of the month, no matter what. Even if they have to pull from the actual palace bank. I want them out of here.”

“We’ll stay back in teams of two,” Kal continued, “If for any reason he doesn’t want someone in his nest then you’ll stay on the sleep rolls by the door, understand?”

“Do you really think they’ll try something like this again?”

Kal looked up at Zubian and then over to Jaster, who was looking away, gaze focused on a spot on the floor as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down slowly.

“I think that Montross and the rest all his men are all helmet and no head,” Kal said, looking back at the group of them, “And that we’ve made this misstep one too many times to not heed the warning that this was.”

“You make it sound like this has happened before,” Kuna said, looking between Jaster and Kal.

“Not exactly to this effect,” Jaster said as he turned his gaze to his men, the hazel of his eyes hardened, “But it was something that I should have realized would lead to something like this. I’ve made the mistake twice. There won’t be a third time. Do we understand each other?”

Th ere were nods of varying wariness but Jaster said nothing more.

“Then we’ll make the plan and follow it,” he said, “And we won’t let something like this happen again.”

Jaster shut the door with a loud sigh, handing the milk over to Darro before looking away from the houk, wishing for a moment that he could be anywhere else, rather than under his left hand’s watchful gaze.

“You know we’ve known each other for a long time,” Darro murmured, “But I’ve never heard of any problems between you and Montross before. From what I’d gathered you’d fought together for a long time, longer than even Kal had been around.”

“We were on the same team when Kal first joined,” Jaster replied as he poured his cup of caf, wrapping his hands around the mug and turning around to face him, “I’d just been handed down the title of Mand’alor. It was also when the first group of Death Watch split off.”

“Death Watch isn’t anything more than a whisper these days,” Darro said seriously, “From what I’d heard, Tor Viszla was dead.”

“That’s because he is,” Jaster said firmly, “But before he defected, he headed up Montross’s team. Montross and his men were divvied up among teams who’d lost members to Death Watch, filling in the holes so to speak. He was added to my team about a month before the leader of my team was killed during a Death Watch strike.”

“That’s a whole of nothing that you are giving me,” Darro murmured, “Information I coulda looked up if I’d wanted to.”

Jaster huffed, “It doesn’t matter now.”

“I think it does or you wouldn’t be feeling like a sheb’ne, drinking caf at second watch instead of curled up with everyone in Ob’ika’s nest after what was a pretty damn traumatic day. I’m not asking to pry, I’m asking to know. There’s a reason I’m your left hand.”

“Because I’m sleeping with my right hand?” Jaster asked before taking a sip of caf.

“Bec ause your right hand is a good guy,” Darro corrected firmly, “No matter how much he likes to act like a good-for-nothing-sheb, he’ll always do what’s right. That’s not my job, Jaster. If something needs to happen behind the scenes, something that isn’t good, then I need to know what.”

Jaster was silent for a long while, sipping his caf while he tried to piece together what to say, Darro waiting patiently.

“My team lost two men to Death Watch during the break,” Jaster finally murmured, “Montross and a man named Dred Priest joined our team afterwards. Priest was mad, not that we knew it at the time, that he didn’t jump ship in time to go with his girlfriend. They got separated and he pretended like he never intended to trade sides to keep us in the dark.”

“Priest,” Darro muttered, “Why do I know that name?”

“Because after I killed Tor Vizsla I put Priest’s head on a stake in front of the palace,” Jaster said, taking another sip of caf to let the information sink in before continuing, “He thought that alpha-alpha pairs had no place in a ori’ramikad den. It was right around when me and Kal got together. He got it in his head that since I was the Mand’alor , clearly Kal was the omega of the two of us.”

Darro frowned, “It doesn’t work-.”

“It doesn’t- at least, it shouldn’t ,” Jaster cut him off in agreement, “One day Kal said he was feeling really sick during one of our missions. He just…fell over and then he was unconscious. I called for another team and brought him right back to Mandalore—which, I guess Priest hadn’t been expecting—where I was chewed out by Slon for an hour before I realized what he was saying.”

“Priest tried to poison him,” Darro said flatly.

“No. He was trying to bitch him,” Jaster said, “It’s…it’s dangerous and stupid and I’ve never seen a case of it where it actually works without severely disfiguring the person. It’s when they use blockers to stop alpha hormones and inject an alpha with a series of omegian hormones….only your body won’t suddenly start making omegian hormones just because you inject them. You have to keep injecting them forever. And it makes the alpha sick. In most cases, eventually, it kills them.”

Dar ro cursed, “Why would they even try-?”

“Because most cultures see alpha-alpha pairings as taboo, something disgusting that needs to be remedied instead of just two people in love,” Jaster said, “And sometimes the pair becomes desperate. On some planets, they aren’t allowed to get married or mate or even adopt children and desperate people aren’t always the smartest.”

“How the hell was he-?” Darro started to ask.

“Kal won’t sleep in the bunks,” Jaster murmured, “Because he won’t touch anyone else's blankets. The blocker was in a cream that Priest was rubbing into his blankets.”

“And he won’t drink caf unless you make it,” Darro said, his voice softer, “Even now, he’s the only one who’ll make the caf. No one else is allowed to touch the machine except Obi-Wan.”

“He trusts that Obi-Wan’s nest is safe because he’s our omega,” Jaster murmured, “And he trusts that when Obi-Wan makes caf that there isn’t anything in it for the same reason. But the first time that Obi-Wan touched the caf maker Kal didn’t come out of our room for an entire watch. He ended up allowing Obi-Wan to touch it because it was clear that Obi-Wan just wanted to take care of his den.”

“But he ended up being okay,” Darro said, “Right? There aren’t- there weren’t any lasting effects?”

Jaster swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“He might be sterile now,” Jaster said, like the thought pained him, “Because of the disruption to his hormones. It- It would have killed him if I hadn’t gotten him to Slon as fast as I did.”

Jaster blew out a breath, “All he ever wanted was to have kids. It’s been his goal for as long as I’ve known him. He wanted a family and because I didn’t listen to him when he said he thought Priest might have had it out for him he might never get to have his own biological kids. He said that he’d be fine adopting but I know that he wanted the chance to be the parent that his own parents didn’t have the chance to be.”

“An d he was clear that he didn’t want Montross on the ship,” Darro said, remembering how angry Kal had been when Jaster had offered up their empty bunks, “He’d said that he was a bastard and just as phobic as Tor Vizsla himself had been.”

Jaster nodded, taking another sip of caf as his shoulders fell.

“And I didn’t listen to him. Again ,” Jaster whispered, “And Obi-Wan paid the price.”

“You couldn’t have known,” Darro muttered, “It’s one thing to have a bad feeling and one thing to know that this would happen. We’ll make sure that we’re ahead of them this time, okay? Obi-Wan won’t be left alone, we’ll make sure of it.”

“I know,” Jaster murmured, “I just wish it hadn’t come to this. I- I think that if anything gets worse I’m going to demote Montross. Give his ship to someone else who knows how to conduct themselves. I just- I think that if this is how his men behave themselves, I don’t want to know what he’s capable of. I don’t think I can let it slide as one bad apple this time.”

“That’s not the saying, you know,” Darro replied.

“What?” Jaster asked, looking up.

“That’s not the saying,” Darro said, “Everyone always says the first part but not the second. Guess they never thought to translate the whole damn thing. Typical of humans, you know.”

“Then what is it?” Jaster questioned, “The whole saying.”

“It’s one bad apple spoils the shipment,” Darro replied.

“That- that sounds more accurate,” Jaster agreed softly, looking down to the last dregs of his caf.

“I think that you should go back to sleep,” Darro said, “Obi-Wan will wake up looking for you if you don’t.”

“I could say the same about you,” Jaster said.

“I’ll go back if you go back,” Darro said and Jaster huffed.

“You drive a hard bargain,” he said, throwing back the rest of his caf and sitting the mug in the sink, “Let’s go. Mandalore forbid that our omega wakes up without all ten of his alphas. He’ll be crushed.”

“You’re joking but I’m sure that’s actually true,” Darro said, following Jaster as he started to walk back towards Obi-Wan’s nesting room, “He’s special like that.”

“Yeah,” Jaster agreed, “He is.”

“Ar e you having a little bit of trouble there, baby boy?”

Obi-Wan pouted at Jaa as he tried to sit up again, whining when it didn’t work and he fell back against the sheets.

A hand slipped against the small of his back, helping Obi-Wan to sit up and then he was looking into Kal’s eyes.

“Don’t be mean to him,” Kal told Jaa, “He’s got to pee. Just help him up, would you? He’s almost six months pregnant with three of our ade .”

“He’s just so adorable trying to sit up,” Jaa murmured, “He squirms so pretty.”

Obi-Wan slapped the man’s arm with a frown, letting Kal help him stand up so that he could try to waddle his way to the bathroom.

“Kark and the way his ass looks right now is unfair,” Myles murmured, kissing Obi-Wan on the top of the head as he walked by, “You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“That’s because you all have a pregnany kink,” Obi-Wan informed him as Myles’s eyes followed him, “And a lactation kink. And a breeding kink. In fact, you all get hot under the collar at just the mention of children.”

“Can you blame us when you look like that?” Jaster asked, as he stepped out of the ‘fresher, bending down to press a minty kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips, “You look so pretty that babydoll, sweet thing. Look-.”

Jaster brushed both his hands over the swell of Obi-Wan’s stomach, hands brushing the fabric on either side that parted perfectly around his bump.

“I can’t even see my vagina anymore,” Obi-Wan pouted, “I have to rely on my mates to get off.”

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you masturbate unless it was for us,” Darro said, “So I’m not sure you actually care all that much.”

“Well, maybe I’d like to try,” Obi-Wan pouted harder.

“Oh do you?” Jaster asked, pressing another kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips before letting go of him.

“No,” Obi-Wan admitted, “I know that people say it’s supposed to feel nicer and go quicker when you do it yourself but I can’t imagine touching myself without any of my mates there.”

“On e day you might,” Kal promised from where he’d laid back down in Obi-Wan’s nest, “But until then, we’ll be here for you.”

“I love you,” Obi-Wan murmured, “How long will we have to go into town again?”

“Just an hour or two,” Jaster assured him, “We’re just going to get some things for you and our ade.”

“I don’t think I need anything else,” Obi-Wan said seriously, “You all spend way too many credits on me.”

“You need some more maternity clothes, bath salts, prenatals, some crackers, and a wedge to help you when you have to be left alone in your nest,” Jaster said firmly, “None of that is negotiable.”

“Fine,” Obi-Wan replied and then a little reluctantly, “It might be nice to be able to sit up on my own and I’m sure that at some point it will be nice for sex.”

Jaster shook his head, leaning forward one last time to nip at Obi-Wan’s bottom lip, “Mmm I see. Then I suppose you’ll have to go with us.”

“But first I have to pee,” Obi-Wan groaned, “Why do your children like to jump on my bladder?”

“There’s three of them,” Zubian said, “They’re running out of room.”

“You’re telling me,” Obi-Wan grumbled softly, “I’ll be right out, okay?”

He shut the door, ignoring Myles’s teasing remark about whether or not he needed help.

Obi-Wan hated leaving his nest.

The ship hadn’t really felt safe since his attack and being pregnant had only compounded the problem, since it was common for Stewjoni omegas to completely retreat into their nests for the latter length of their pregnancies.

And still, it also felt awful to walk out and for no one to even look in his direction. It was almost like he didn’t exist at all and it made something in his stomach turn uncomfortably.

And the fact that his den would continuously tease him, only to stop before they could actually get to anything was almost too much to deal with.

It almost-.

Half of Obi-Wan didn’t want to admit it but it-.

It felt like a punishment, for not just accepting the new group of men and no matter how many times his den had assured him that he shouldn’t let any of the men who’d recently come aboard into his nest—or sleep with them—he couldn’t help but think that everyone was playing the long game.

It wa s like they knew that if they continued to ignore Obi-Wan and pretend like he didn’t exist—just like the rest of Stewjon had done for over four years—that he’d break and let them do whatever they wanted and that idea it-.

It terrified him.

Because it was true .

He knew that if they waited long enough he’d crack and let them do whatever they wanted, if only to have his original den back. He felt like he was going to vibrate out of his skin, trying to get any one of his alphas to come to bed with him, only to be denied over and over again.

He couldn’t help but feel like their excuse of his attack were just that.

Excuses to continue wearing him down until he finally broke and some days it felt like it would be easier to do that; to just break and allow any of the alphas in his nest and on top of him so that he could finally stop feeling like he was back on Stewjon-1, begging for attention from people as they jeered and teased him with things they were never actually going to give him.

And half of Obi-Wan couldn’t help but think it would be easier to give in, even if the other half of him wasn’t sure that he’d be able to actually do it as late into his pregnancy as he was.

Obi-Wan looked at the door for another moment, stomach growling softly before he gave up, shoving himself back into his nest to wait for someone to come and find him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out for dinner, Ob’ika ?” Kal asked, running a hand through the boy’s hair as he spoke.

‘I’m not leaving my nest,” Obi-Wan murmured, “Can you please just bring it to me?”

“Of course, I can,” Kal said, “But I don’t want you to be stuck here every day. You haven’t come out in days.”

“I don’t want to be out there,” Obi-Wan replied, looking at his hands where they were resting in his lap, “It doesn’t feel safe.”

“No one there is going to touch you,” Kal promised, “And I’ll be with you the whole time, sweetheart. It’s just for a little while.”

“Plea se can I stay here?” Obi-Wan asked softly and Kal sighed, kneeling down next to him.

“You need fresh air,” Kal murmured, “And we’re going into town to eat. Last time you loved going, remember? We had a lot of fun.”

“But I wasn’t pregnant then,” Obi-Wan whispered, “I don’t want to go out.”

Kal looked at him for a long moment before nodding.

“Okay, scoot over then,” he said.

“Wh-Why?” Obi-Wan asked, “Aren’t you going to get dinner with everyone else?”

“Well we aren’t leaving you alone,” Kal replied seriously, “So I’ll just have Jaster bring me something back. It’s no big deal. You and I will stay here until they get back.”

“But I thought you said everyone was getting off because we’re home?” Obi-Wan asked softly.

“I can see everyone tomorrow. Mandalore isn’t going anywhere trust me. Besides, Slon can babysit for a little while. It’s been a while since he’s had to anyway. It’s his turn.”

“So if I don’t go, then you can’t go?” Obi-Wan whispered, his heart sinking in his chest.

“Don’t think of it like that,” Kal murmured, “Think of it as me getting you all to myself for a night.”

Still, it made Obi-Wan feel awful, to deny Kal the chance to see his vode . The ones he’d fought in a war with that he got to see maybe four times a year if he was lucky.

“Maybe we can go out for an hour or two,” Obi-Wan said softly, “Just…let me get dressed?”

“Baby we don’t have to-,” Kal started to say.

“No. It- it will be good for me,” Obi-Wan cut him off, “I just- I just might need some help getting dressed.”

Kal looked at him for a long moment before nodding.

“Alright,” he agreed, “Let’s get you ready. And we can leave as soon as you’d like, okay?”

Obi-Wan nodded, “Okay. That sounds good.”

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Obi-Wan laughed, head thrown back and smile bright and it settled something in Jaster’s chest to see him relaxed, letting Slon turn him around on the floor they’d sectioned off for dancing in the bar they’d picked.

“Ca re to share what you’re thinking with the rest of us?” Adonais asked, nudging Jaster lightly with a raised brow.

“Having Montross and his men there is stressing him out,” Jaster murmured back, “And it’s not good for him or our ade . And then- after what happened he doesn’t leave his nesting room. If it wouldn’t look bad I’d just leave Montross and his merry band of sheb’nese on Mandalore and never look back. Look how happy he looks.”

“Well Slon can do that to anyone,” Adonais said, “For someone who is ace he sure knows how to lay the charm on thick.”

“I think that’s why Obi-Wan’s so comfortable with him,” Jaster admitted, “He knows that he doesn’t have to worry about his intentions. He can’t say the same on my ship right now.”

“I can take Montross and his men if you need me to-,” Adonais started.

“You can’t and you know it,” Jaster said firmly, “Not with your two ade and your denmaker. Your denmaker will space him herself if she finds out what happened and as much as I’d love to, I’m trying to keep this from becoming an incident.”

“I’d say spacing four of Montross’s men already made this an incident,” Adonais replied, “Not that there’s a single Mandalorian that will fault you, short of Death Watch maybe but there aren’t many of them left.”

“Let’s not make it a bigger incident,” Jaster corrected, “Obi-Wan is with us. No one leaves him alone and in two weeks, Montross will have a new ship and I’ll have a much happier denmaker.”

“Is he really as young as everyone thinks?” Adonais asked as Slon stepped back, letting Zubian step in to take the boy into his arms.

“He’s young enough,” Jaster admitted, “But he’s very happy. I wouldn’t have let this continue if that wasn’t at least true. For him, this is a dream come true, though I’m not sure anyone else in his position has ever felt the same way. Having ten alphas doting on him is his idea of the best possible life and honestly, we like it too. He makes everyone happy and he- he fills a gap that we were beginning to think we wouldn’t be able to close.”

“I ca n’t imagine abandoning a kid that young,” Adonais said, “To be found in a bar by some off-planet mercenary group and not at least coming out to question them. And the way he shows off his body, you wouldn’t guess that he wasn’t eighteen yet.”

Jaster eyed the black halter top that Obi-Wan was wearing, catching the glinting golden chain forming an x right at his sternum from between the low cut that cupped around his swollen breasts and swallowed, throat feeling a little dry.

“He picked that one out himself,” Jaster said after a too-long pause, “It's what he likes to wear and we won’t stop him. I don’t care about what other people think as long as he’s happy and comfortable in it. He’s got other things that cover more, I just think that he…”

Jaster trailed off.

“I think he likes how he feels in it and how we look at him when he’s in it,” Jaster finally settled on, “If he ever changes his mind, we’ll find him other things to wear.”

“I didn’t mean-,” Adonais started to say.

“I know,” Jaster cut him off, “But I mean it. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t half-worried that he only does it for us. We keep a close eye on him but…that doesn’t mean that I don’t worry.”

“Well he looks pretty damn happy to me,” Adonais replied, “So maybe you should stop beating  yourself up over it.”

“I’ll stop when I deserve to be able to stop,” Jaster said.

Obi-Wan turned towards him, Zubian wrapped around him and eyes bright as he looked at Jaster and then he was kissing the zabrak and making his way over to slide into Jaster’s arms, baby bump pressed against Jaster’s armoured chest.

“Hey baby,” Jaster murmured, “How are you feeling?”

Obi-Wan hummed, “Thirsty, I think. I’m gonna get some water and maybe some food but...do you want to come with me? I want to go sit in the outside seating to get some air and rest a little bit. I’m getting kind of tired.”

Jaster smoothed the boy’s hair back, “I’ll definitely come with you. Did you want to be carried?”

Obi-Wan frowned, “I’m too fat to carry. You won’t be able to-hey!”

Obi-Wan clung to Jaster as he stood, pulling the boy into his arms as Obi-Wan dissolved into giggles, shoving his head against Jaster’s collarbone.

“Yea h, yeah you just had to prove me wrong,” Obi-Wan said as he snuggled into the man.

“You aren’t fat,” Jaster said sternly, “You are beautiful and very pregnant and if there ever comes a day when we can’t pick you up we’ll need to retire.”

Obi-Wan sighed softly, “Thank you, alpha.”

“You’re welcome,” Jaster murmured, melting a little bit at Obi-Wan’s words, uncaring about who was watching, “Now let’s get you something to eat.”

He was glad that he’d gone out in the end, curled up under Kal’s arm as they walked back towards the ship, an arm on his hip to help keep him steady as he all but waddled home, hand resting on his stomach as Jaster dragged Slon with him, the man leaning heavily on him and babbling as Obi-Wan laughed at him softly.

“You shouldn’t have drank so much,” Jaster told the man in a grumble, but his face was flushed, the alcohol in his system making him sway a little as he all but dragged the man forward to their ship, “You’re kriffing heavy.”

“At least Darro agreed to carry Adonais,” Obi-Wan murmured, “I don’t think that just one of you would have been able to drag him back, he looks really heavy.”

“He can hear you,” Adonais grumbled, chin resting on Darro’s shoulder blade, “And he’s got almost half a foot on Slon.”

“I know,” Obi-Wan promised, “And it’s my fault anyway. I probably shouldn’t have started the drinking game. I got everyone pretty drunk.”

“I don’t know,” Kal murmured, “I had fun. Who knew Jaster would scratch at his stubble that many times?”

“That’s a lot of smack talk for someone who shoved his face into my neck twelve times!” Jaster called back and Obi-Wan started to laugh again, tilting his face up to enjoy the soft breeze that was blowing through.

“Next time you’re drinking with us,” Slon said, words a little slurred, “Because I hear that you are a frankly delightful drunk.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Obi-Wan promised, smiling softly at the man, “Just as soon as I’m no longer too fat to even see my feet.”

“Pr egnant,” Jaster corrected sternly, “Too pregnant to see your feet, not too fat. We’ve talked about this.”

“Pregnant,” Obi-Wan agreed, leaning heavier on Kal.

“I can’t believe I’m the only sober one.”

Obi-Wan turned to Walon, huffing out a laugh.

“I don’t know if sober is quite the word I would use,” Obi-Wan said, eyes twinkling, “Most sober? Yes. Completely sober? I don’t think so.”

“Two drinks don’t even constitute a buzz,” Walon informed him, “Or have you forgotten we’re Mandalorians?”

“Are all Mandalorians alcoholics?” Obi-Wan teased, “Because two drinks are enough for a buzz on my planet.”

“No we’re just bigger,” Slon informed him, “There’s about twenty-two per cent mass difference when I looked into it. And the more mass you have, the more it takes to get drunk, which is why I’m convinced you are plastered after two drinks.”

“One and a half,” Obi-Wan corrected, grinning back at him, “But it’s going to be at least a year before I can drink.”

“You’re going to have to tell me that again in the morning when we’re out to breakfast,” Slon replied, slurring a little, “Because I don’t know if I’ll remember it.”

“Let’s get these sheb’nese to the bunks,” Jaster said with a huff, though his eyes were filled with amusement, “They’re lucky we’ve got the room with everyone on our ship.”

“I’m honoured that you saved a few bunks for your favorite people,” Walon said with a grin of his own.

“You know I didn’t see Montross or any of his men,” Zubian remarked as he caught up, Adarri leaning heavily on him as they walked, “Did you all exile them from the meetup for the smart remarks or something?”

“Smart remarks?” Obi-Wan asked and Jaster turned to glare at Zubian.

“Oh…right,” Zubian said, “See this is why I don’t drink.”

“A few of Montross’s men were being ne’verda’dare ,” Walon said, though he didn’t translate it for Obi-Wan, “We put him in his place. There’s nothing to worry about. But no, we didn’t ban him from the party, he said that he’d decided that his men didn’t get to go after their recent actions. Said something about putting them through their paces all night instead.”

“Go od,” Jaster retorted, “Maybe they’ll finally learn to listen then.”

“Now that’s a pipe dream,” Slon quipped, “But we can hope.”

“Would you two hurry up?” Kal grumbled, “Some of us are trying to get to bed.”

“Like I’m going to let you go to bed,” Obi-Wan murmured and Kal’s hand tightened around his waist.

“Not if you’re talking like that we aren’t,” Kal warned him, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Obi-Wan sighed happily, “Good. Then let’s get home.”

Obi-Wan missed the way that everyone’s faces softened as they watched him walk a little faster towards their ship, dragging Kal a little along with him.

Obi-Wan frowned as he stepped towards his nesting room, nose scrunching a little at the scent of unfamiliar alpha that was lingering around it, Kal at his back.

“Is everything okay?” Kal questioned, mouth still pressed against Obi-Wan’s skin as he spoke.

“I- I don’t think so,” Obi-Wan said, feeling a little unsure, “Just- just do you smell that?”

Kal blinked, lifting his head and sniffing the air.

“No,” he replied honestly, “What is it?”

Obi-Wan’s stomach sank, his heart starting to beat harder in his chest as he pushed the door opening, swallowing dryly as the scent became thicker.

“Do you- do you really not smell anything?” Obi-Wan asked as panic started to fill his chest, his stomach turning at the smell of unfamiliar alphas that was permeating his room. He started towards his nest, breath coming quicker as he realized that the scent was getting thicker the closer that he got to his nest.

Obi-Wan saw the wetness on his favorite pillow and frowned, bending over to smell it before he flew back up, freezing as he realized what it was.

Someone had come on his pillow.

Someone who wasn’t his alphas.

His bottom lip started to wobble as he realized the reason that they’d all been so insistent on him going out.

They’d been hoping that they could try to integrate the scents of the alphas so that Obi-Wan would accept them and his hands started to tremble as he realized that they’d scented his entire nest, the burning sensation in his nose making something clench in his chest as he started to feel dizzy.

Ju st like he’d thought, the scent made his stomach turn and his heart feel like it would beat out of his chest, the feeling of wrong that washed over him making the back of his throat burn and his eyes sting as he realized that they’d finally decided that they were done waiting for Obi-Wan to accept them naturally.

Surely now they’d just force him to accept them, since their scents were mixed up with the rest of Obi-Wan’s den.

Kal tried again, frowning, “No. Should I- Do you want me to get Jaster maybe? My sense of smell got messed up when I was youn-.”

The pained noise that left Obi-Wan’s mouth stopped Kal in his tracks and he shot forward to catch Obi-Wan as the boy’s knees collapsed under him.

Obi-Wan immediately broke out into sobs and Kal started to panic, reaching for his comm as Obi-Wan sobbed, desperately trying to jerk out of Kal’s grip.

Kal started to curse, tightening his grip around Obi-Wan as he struggled with his comm, throwing it down in defeat as Obi-Wan got an elbow into his ribs and scooping the writhing boy up into his arms, making his way down the hall as Jaster ran to him, eyes wide.

“What the kark is-Obi-Wan?”

He cut himself off as he looked at Obi-Wan sobbing uncontrollably, tears and snot running down his face as he tried to fight against Kal’s hold even as Kal tried to soothe him.

“Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan,” Jaster darted forward so that the boy was sandwiched between them, trying to scent him as the boy continued to cry, harsh cut-off noises leaving his mouth as his chest heaved with his sobs.

“Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan,” Jaster continued to speak, even as Obi-Wan struggled against him, panic filling his chest as Obi-Wan’s breath came quicker, limbs flying as he tried to break free from the both of them.

“You’re going to hurt him,” Slon was beside them, “Let him go. Let him go. Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan what is it? Is it your pups?”

Kal and Jaster looked at each other for a moment, hearts sinking as panic made both of their stomachs turn uncomfortably.

Kal sat down on the ground, letting go of Obi-Wan as he writhed in his grip, the boy’s arms hitting the ground as he bent over on himself, continuing to cry even as Slon slipped next to him.

“Obi-Wan, Obi-Wan, is it your pups? Do we-Kark do you need to get to the medical hall?” Slon murmured before looking up at Jaster and Kal.

“What happened?” Jaster asked, looking up at Kal as chaos started to break out around them, different alphas pouring in from the two doors to look at what was going on.

“I don’t know!” Kal said, “He just- he just started to cry and he-he collapsed and I caught him and- and- I don’t- I don’t-.”

He stopped, dragging a breath into his burning lungs as panic seized him, eyes darting around to the group that they’d managed to attract.

Jaster looked around at the group of alphas—den and non-den alike—and made a decision.

“Get him to our rooms,” Jaster gritted out, “Our personal rooms and out of the galley. Slon follow him and grab the kit from the med bay. I want to know if he and the pups are physically okay and then we’ll work the rest out. Is there anything you can give him to help calm him down?”

Slon nodded, “I’ll grab a syringe and meet at your rooms, okay? It won’t completely calm him down but it should be enough so he can talk.”

“Go now,” Jaster ordered, standing up, “Darro, Jaa get out of the way.”

The two stepped back from the doors even as Darro stepped forward towards the boy, Obi-Wan still crying and fighting against Kal as the man tried to carry him towards their rooms.

“Get back. Don’t touch him,” Jaster snapped out and Darro stopped, taking a step back so that Kal could get through the door.

“I’m too damn drunk for this,” Slon muttered as he stood, “Someone get me a damn flusher, would you?”

“Flusher?” Jaster asked, voice tight.

“Insulin,” Slon corrected, “Get me some karking insulin.”

“Ev erything is fine with the pups,” Slon murmured, “And as far as I can tell he’s physically fine…”

“But?” Jaster questioned.

“He’s gone catatonic,” Slon said softly, “I’m not sure what happened with him but…it wasn’t good. He won’t talk or move. I’ve tried coaxing anything out of him but he won’t even make a noise. He’s just…lying there.”

“Have you talked to Kal?” Jaster questioned, voice tight, “Maybe he knows something?”

“He said that he collapsed in his rooms,” Slon murmured, “When Darro and Jaa went to check it out they said that Montross was waiting outside. Apparently, he wanted to know if there was anything that he could do. Darro said that nothing seemed out of the ordinary but he wasn’t sure.”

Jaster sighed harshly, scrubbing at his face.

“Let me try to talk to him.”

“Good luck,” Slon said softly.

Jaster stepped into his room, swallowing thickly as he looked at the wires connected to Obi-Wan, the boy curled up in a lump on their bed, staring off into space even as Jaster settled next to the bed, kneeling so that they were level.

“ Ob’ika ?” Jaster murmured.

He reached out a hand—chest tightening when Obi-Wan didn’t move at all—covering Obi-Wan’s with his own and rubbing his thumb over the back of Obi-Wan’s knuckles.

“Sweetheart,” Jaster tried again, “Can you tell me what happened?”

Obi-Wan said nothing, eyes still focused on a spot on the wall somewhere over Jaster’s shoulder.

“Obi-Wan please,” Jaster whispered, “Just look at me, baby.”

He sat there, heart in his throat as Obi-Wan continued to stay so still that half of Jaster wanted to check that he was still breathing even with the heart monitor that was beeping soft and steady in the room but he stayed still instead, waiting patiently to see if Obi-Wan could come out of whatever was happening to him.

“Jaster.”

He looked up at Kal’s tired look.

“He’s still not talking,” Jaster murmured, his voice hoarse, “He- he won’t even look at me.”

“It’s been two hours,” Kal said softly, “I think maybe he just needs the night.”

“Did you find anything in his nesting room?” Jaster asked, “Anything that might tell us what happened?”

Kal shook his head, “He was- he was saying that something smelled different but- after those injections, my sense of smell is karked. I- I can’t pick up much more than something that’s ingrained into a place and all I smelled was us.”

“Did you have anyone else check it?” Jaster questioned, throat tight.

“Nothing as far as we know,” Kal said softly, “Montross and a couple of his men were in there offering to help clean up and Darro said he couldn’t pick up anything that would have bothered him beside their scents but they were hard to even pick up on since they hadn’t been in the room long and he said that there aren’t any old scents that should have bothered him. What did Slon say?”

“He’s catatonic,” Jaster said, “Not responding to anything. He said something might have triggered him but it’d be hard to tell what it was. He said that we should talk to that Stewjoni midwife who did his ultrasound. They’ve got some quirks that she might know more about than he does.”

“We can leave now,” Kal said, “Get him there sooner rather than later. We- we need to find out what’s wrong and fast. Is he at least- our-.”

He stopped, taking a shaky breath.

“Our ade ?” he asked softly, “And Obi-Wan?”

“Physically everyone is fine,” Jaster promised, “Slon said nothing is wrong with him or our ade .”

“But he still isn’t responding,” Kal said.

Jaster shook his head, “No.”

Kal was silent for a long moment, looking at Obi-Wan and then back at Jaster.

“Do you think it was something I did?” Kal whispered.

Jaster’s head shot up, “What do you mean?”

“I- I was the one there,” Kal said, his voice hoarse and soft, “Maybe- maybe it was something- something I did? I was kissing his shoulder when he walked in and then he tensed up in my arms. Maybe- maybe he was trying to tell me no and I wasn’t listening.”

“You hadn’t been drinking that much,” Jaster murmured back, “And I don’t think you would have missed his cue for you to stop, especially if you were with it enough to realize he was tense. I- I think something else happened. And I will find out what it was.”

“Do you think if I get a mattress roll it will make things worse to sleep on the floor?” Kal questioned softly, “Because there’s- there’s a lot of people in the bunks tonight and I-.”

He stopped, like he didn’t want to finish that particular train of thought.

“I think it’ll be fine,” Jaster replied, “I’m going to talk to everyone. We’ll be leaving at first light tomorrow. The faster we can get to Stewjon, the better.”

Kal nodded, “Al-alright. I’ll get that mattress roll…”

He trailed off before licking his lips.

“Will you stay with me?” he asked softly.

Jaster reluctantly pulled his hand back from Obi-Wan’s.

“Yeah,” he agreed, “You get settled and I’ll be there shortly, okay?”

“Okay,” Kal murmured.

Obi-Wan didn’t feel right as he woke up, blearily looking around him as he realized that something smelled…wrong.

Or, was it right?

Jaster and Kal’s scents permeated the space, filling Obi-Wan’s lungs and soothing something that had been twisted in his chest but he couldn’t quite shake off the feeling of wrong that he felt without the other scents that he’d come to find comfort in.

He opened his mouth to speak and then shut it again when nothing came out.

It came back to him in moments, rather than all at once.

The flashes of the way his nest had smelled and the way he’d collapsed as Kal had wrapped his arms around him, the panic of them both so strong that it’d burned his nose.

He looked down at his hand—at the needle slipped into his skin and the wires that led to a machine that was next to him beeping softly—as flashes of Slon’s concerned face filled his head. He couldn't forget the panic as the man had jabbed himself in the thigh with a syringe before he started to set the heart monitor and the IV that he had.

And the calm that had washed over him as Slon had injected something into the IV.

And he remembered not being able to speak, of his throat feeling like it was closing as Slon had started to poke and prod him, looking apologetic and murmuring to Obi-Wan that he just needed to check on him and his ade .

And then…nothing.

He remembered feeling nothing.

He still wasn’t sure what that emptiness in his chest was supposed to mean and still, he couldn’t find it in himself to open his mouth, even as he looked over at two of his alphas, curled up on a thin mattress roll on the floor, Jaster’s arm around Kal’s waist and his head tucked against the man’s neck.

He wanted them with him, wanted to beg them to come to bed and apologize for overreacting about his nest and tell them that he’d accept the new alphas if they’d just promise to not leave him alone and show them that he still loved them and was willing to be what they needed and he…he-.

Couldn’t find the words.

Couldn’t figure out how to force them past his throat.

Couldn’t even figure out how to look at them and lie.

Obi-Wan swallowed, freezing as he looked back, Jaster’s hazel eyes locked with his as the man started to lift himself onto his elbow.

“ Ob’ika ,” he murmured and Obi-Wan felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Obi-Wan opened his mouth again, hoping that he would be able to speak, only for his throat to close up around the words that he wanted to say.

He shut his mouth as the back of his throat started to burn.

“Oh baby,” Jaster whispered.

He looked tired—more tired than he’d even looked when Obi-Wan had first met him, the dark circles under his eyes looking more like bruises and the lines in his face impossibly deeper than when he’d been grinning at Obi-Wan the night before and Obi-Wan’s heart clenched in his chest at the realization that he’d been the one to do that.

Kal gr umbled softly before he was looking at Obi-Wan blearily, shooting up as he realized that Obi-Wan was awake and immediately crawling onto the bed—even as Jaster reached to stop him—pulling Obi-Wan into his arms tightly, mouth pressed against Obi-Wan’s hair as he tucked him against his chest.

“Baby boy,” Kal murmured, “You’re awake. We were so worried, cyar’ika -.”

“Kal he might-,” Jaster started to interrupt, only to stop as he watched Obi-Wan’s bottom lip start to tremble, a tear falling down his face as he turned to cling to Kal’s shirt, shoving his head into the man’s neck to take into the comforting scent of the alpha.

“Oh it’s okay, mesh’la ,” Kal whispered, “We’ve got you. You’re okay. We’re going to fix everything, okay? We’re going to make everything better.”

Obi-Wan let out a small sob.

“I know, I know,” Kal said, rubbing his back, “It’s okay, sweet thing. We’ve got you. Look at our pretty, perfect omega. I’m so sorry.”

The bed dipped down and then Obi-Wan felt Jaster’s chest against his back, the man scenting him softly as he shook.

“We’ve got you, cyar’ika ,” Jaster murmured, “You can stay in our bed as long as you need, alright? We’ll get you blankets to make a nest, alright?”

The relief hit Obi-Wan like a speeder, knowing that his alphas weren’t mad at him—that they understood it’d just been too soon and that they were willing to let Obi-Wan nest in their room until he was ready.

“Let everyone know that they are giving up a blanket,” Kal said to Jaster quietly, “And we’ll get him set up here. I’m going to have Slon bring us some crackers and tea for him so that he can at least eat.”

“Alright,” Jaster agreed, “I’ll let them know.”

Obi-Wan relaxed into Kal’s arms, nuzzling at his jaw softly as he sniffled softly, Kal’s hand reaching out to wipe the tears on his face away as he rumbled softly, the sound settling something in Obi-Wan.

“I want to make something very clear.”

Slon watched as the group of ramrod straight alphas that Jaster was looking at, shivering a little at the cold anger in the man’s voice.

“When—not if—I find out what happened to upset my denmaker, you’re going to wish I’d spaced you when I’m through with you,” Jaster growled, voice soft, “I don’t care whose men it was. If it’s mine, then I’ll deal with them.”

Jaster stepped forward, waiting for Montross to swallow, the man’s Adam’s apple bobbing up and down slowly.

“If it’s someone from your team,” Jaster murmured, “Then they won’t be the only one to pay, are we clear?”

“As transparisteel,” Montross responded tightly.

Jaster stepped back, “If you’ve done it and you’re the first to break—meaning you give me the name of everyone that was involved—I might let you live. There are very few things I despise more than hut’uune but I’m willing to make an exception to get to the bottom of what upset my pregnant omega.”

He waited, looking at everyone and the hair on the back of Slon’s neck stood up as he shivered, the air suddenly feeling chilling.

“Darro, Adarri, Zubian, Jaa, Kuna, Huza, Qax, Myles,” Jaster continued, “Get a blanket. Make sure that it’s only your scent on it and drop it off with Kal at our door. Do not go in. Are we clear?”

Darro nodded, “Of course.”

“Kal is the only person allowed in my room,” Jaster said firmly, “Actually, after you drop those blankets off, he’s the only person allowed in the hall that leads up to my room. Unless you’re me or Slon, if I find you there, you’ll be spaced, no questions asked. Are we clear?”

There were a few uneasy nods.

“I’d start figuring out a way to kiss his ass when he finally decides that he wants to talk,” Jaster warned, “Because you’re going to be kissing ass until I’ve forgiven you, not Obi-Wan. Do you understand me?”

There was another set of nods and Slon almost jumped as Walon’s arm brushed against his.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the Ori'ramikad’alor of Mandalore, Mand’alor Mereel,” Walon murmured, “The kid really softened something in him. I guess they didn’t realize that stepping on the kid’s toes would bring him back.”

“I forgot how damn chilling he can be,” Slon muttered, “Although I’m the one who treated Kal so I guess I shouldn’t have.”

“They made a fatal mistake this time,” Walon said quietly, “I almost feel bad for whoever did this.”

“We are leaving today,” Jaster said firmly, “Heading for Stewjon to get Obi-Wan to the midwife in the hopes that she might be able to explain to us what’s wrong with him. In the meantime, you’ll all be cleaning the ship. I expect it to be spotless. If you are leaning and it’s not finished, I’ll make sure to shoot one of your kneecaps so that you really need to be leaning.”

“Slon has so lovingly agreed to go with us and so has Walon,” Jaster continued, “They are to be treated as everyone’s superior officers while they are here. If they tell you to jump, you ask how high. When you are finished, you report back to us and we’re going to check your work. Understand?”

There were a few nods.

“I said, do you understand me?” Jaster snapped out angrily, teeth bared.

“Yes, ‘alor!”

“Then get to work,” Jaster said, “Now!”

Everyone jumped at once and Jaster stood there for a few long moments, breathing out before he turned back to Slon and Walon, his eyes hard.

“I’m going to get tea and crackers for Obi-Wan,” he said, “Make sure everyone is doing what they’re supposed to.”

“Got it,” Walon agreed.

When Jaster left Slon let out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding in.

“You know you could try to calm him or something,” Walon muttered.

“I’m an omega, not a karking miracle worker,” Slon bared his teeth, “Give me a kriffing break.”

“You better go make sure he doesn’t actually take out anyone’s kneecaps,” Walon said seriously.

“If you think they’re going to be caught leaning you’re out of your damn mind,” Slon grumbled, “ I’m almost afraid to be caught leaning and I don’t even have to clean anything.”

“Just go check on the kid,” Walon sighed, “I’ll make sure everyone is working.”

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Obi-Wan built his nest quietly, taking all of the blankets and tucking them together until there was a small spot for him and Kal, sitting back on his legs to look at it for a long minute.

“Did you need more blankets?”

Kal’s voice was hesitant and Obi-Wan looked back at the man, shaking his head.

He laid down in the nest, shuffling a little until he was comfortably under the blanket before looking back to Kal again, pulling the blanket back until the man took his offer, curling up against Obi-Wan and pulling him into his arms.

“Hi, cyar’ika ,” Kal murmured, “That feels better, doesn’t it?”

Obi-Wan nodded against Kal’s neck.

“Did you want me to get you anything?” Jaster asked softly, sitting on the edge of the bed as Obi-Wan eyed him.

Obi-Wan shook his head.

“Alright,” Jaster murmured, “Then I’ll be right here if you need anything, okay?”

Obi-Wan nodded, swallowing thickly.

He wanted to have Jaster in his nest too—knew that he’d feel better if he let the man hold him—but he couldn’t help the ache underneath his ribs at the thought of it, the reminder that Jaster would have had the final say about the new alphas in his nest overshadowing any kind of comfort that Obi-Wan would have found in his arms.

Jaster sat down on the mattress roll, grabbing a datapad from beside it and tapping it before he sighed, eyes scanning as he read.

He still hadn’t been able to say anything, the words stuck in his throat even after he got food and water in him and he was so tired even though he’d done nothing but sleep and as he settled back against Kal again, he accepted that he’d probably be tired for a long, long time.

For the first time since being forced to leave home, Obi-Wan wished that he had his mother. The hurt of her silence while his father had forced him from the house was nothing compared to the ache behind his chest as he realized just how much he’d missed her and the safety that he’d always associated with her.

He s queezed his eyes shut, trying not to think about it—or the fact that he might be condemning his children to the same situation where they could learn that an alpha’s wants were more important than their own—as Kal’s hand rubbed his back softly, the man’s soft rumbling a clear attempt to soothe him.

“Can I talk to you?”

Jaster looked up at the man who was hesitating, looking back to the planning table.

“You decide to take me up on my offer…?” Jaster murmured, not bothering to look back at him.

“Not exactly,” the man replied, “And it’s Nam. Nam Beroya. I followed Rook Kast before she died.”

“Kast…from House Kast,” Jaster murmured, “Which clan are you from?”

“Clan Awaud,” he responded, still not stepping any closer.

“Mand’alor the Uniter,” Jaster said, “Ironic, I suppose, for someone who is coming to rat out his fellow men. Still-.”

Jaster turned, looking at Nam with a hard look.

“You’d better start talking and soon,” Jaster finished.

“I’m not ratting out my fellow men,” Nam said, “At least, I can’t because I wasn’t there.”

“Do you know what happens to people who waste my time?” Jaster asked, voice flat.

“I didn’t say I didn’t have information,” Nam replied firmly, “I just said that I wasn’t involved.”

“Then what do you have?” Jaster questioned.

“A group of men that weren’t there,” Nam said quietly, “And a hunch. Three of us—all from Kast’s ship—were sent away the night things happened. We were all supposed to be training but we were sent into town to grab some provisions that Montross said he’d only be able to get on Mandalore. He said that since we weren’t part of his team he’d let us off easy.”

“I thought there were four left from Kast’s team,” Jaster said sharply.

Nam nodded, “I- I didn’t think anything of it at the time, since Veraslayn was Rook’s cousin. I figured that she was getting a pass but…after what happened I’m not so sure.”

“So you’re only information just so happens to save your ass,” Jaster looked at him, eyes hard.

“I’m not trying to save my ass. I’m trying to narrow things down for you,” he said firmly, “No one who was involved is going to give up shit and the people who would have don’t know what’s going on. But we-.”

“Kast accepted Montross’s denmaker into our folds a few weeks before our ship blew,” Nam murmured, “She wanted to help the kid, since he seemed to be having a hard time. Montross wanted to leave him on a planet that wasn’t his own and just leave. He barely looked old enough to have presented…”

Nam trailed off, sighing.

“We were going to take him to his planet. It was almost a four-week journey, since he was from Republic space and we were in Wild Space. But…about three weeks in he asked if he might be able to try being our denmaker and Kast…she accepted. Two days later, Montross was too late to help save our ship.”

“That’s a pretty serious accusation,” Jaster said.

“I lost my denmaker and my vode on that kriffing ship,” Nam said tightly, looking up at him, “I don’t give a damn about how serious of an accusation it is. I think he did something and I think Veraslayn helped him. And now I think he’s done something to your denmaker. I don’t want you to make the same mistake that we did, thinking that he was on our side.”

“I’ll…I’ll talk to Obi-Wan,” Jaster finally said, after a long silence between the two of them, “But…he isn’t speaking to me still. He’ll murmur to Kal every once in a while but…he’s angry with me, not that I blame him. I failed to keep him safe again.”

“I heard about what happened to your mate,” Nam said, “And I think it’s about time you look into the root of the problem.”

“One bad apple spoils the shipment,” Jaster murmured.

“Montross, no matter how much you liked him at one point, is spoiling the whole shipment,” Nam said, “I- I wish I had more information for you, I do. But please, just think about what I said.”

“I will,” Jaster said, looking back up at him, “Thank you, Nam. Now go back before anyone notices you're gone.”

“I think it’s probably too late for that,” Nam replied, “Montross has been watching us all like hawks, under the guise of making sure that we’re doing what we're supposed to. Somehow, I don’t think that’s what he’s doing.”

He turned, walking out before Jaster could say anything.

Jaster stepped into Obi-Wan’s nesting room, looking around as he sighed softly.

He was breaking his own rule but still…

He collapsed into the corner of the nest, shoving his face into the blankets so that he could breathe in the scent of their omega, letting it wash over him.

It almost hurt when his muscles finally started to relax after so many days of being tense and his fingers tightened into the sheets, wishing that the scent hadn’t been so stale.

“Thought that door looked like it’d been opened.”

Jaster looked up at Darro, who was leaning against the archway.

“Thought you were supposed to be cleaning blasters,” Jaster grunted, pulling his face away from the nest reluctantly.

Darro shrugged, “Probably. Aren’t you supposed to be in your room with Obi-Wan?”

Jaster’s jaw tightened and he looked down at the familiar pattern on the hand-woven blanket underneath him—the one that he’d gotten for Obi-Wan after they’d taken him to a festival in Pasaana—fingers finding the complicated stitching as a lump formed in his throat.

“That ain’t an answer, ‘alor ,” Darro crossed his arms.

“He won’t even look at me,” Jaster murmured, “And I’m not allowed in his nest like Kal is. I’ve been sleeping on a mattress role next to the bed without the both of them. He’s angry with me and he should be-.”

Jaster swallowed thickly.

“I promised to protect him and somehow he’s been hurt under my nose again ,” Jaster said the words like a confession, “And I’m not any closer to finding out what happened than I was before. I’ve- I feel useless . And I haven’t felt this useless since…”

“Since Kal,” Darro murmured.

Jaster nodded jerkily.

“Someone came forward to narrow down who could have done it and I- I believe him,” Jaster said firmly, “But- I- I can’t prove it. And if I have no idea what the kark happened, I can’t do anything about it and I don’t- I don’t know what to do about it.”

“W hy don’t you let me do some digging?” Darro suggested, “Give me your hunch and I’ll look into it. Everyone is watching themselves around you because they know you’re looking. But they won’t know that I am.”

Jaster was quiet for a long time.

“And maybe go find Kal and lay down with him for a while,” Darro murmured, “It looks like you could use it.”

“He won’t talk to me either,” Jaster admitted, “Or leave Obi-Wan’s nest. He’s- he’s angry and I don’t know if it’s with me or just the galaxy right now but- he warned me. He told me that I needed to get rid of Montross and his men from the second they boarded our ship and I- I didn’t listen. I thought that…I thought I knew better. But I didn’t. And look at the kriffing mess I made.”

He scrubbed roughly at his face, too long stubble scratchy against his hands.

“Looks like everyone has a lot of grovelling to do,” Darro said, “So you’d better start. But first, give me the information you have. I’ve got some hunting to do.”

Jaster looked at him for a long moment, before nodding.

“Yeah, alright,” Jaster finally said, “One of the men from Kast’s ship came forward…”

Obi-Wan eyed the man on the mattress role beside his nest, chest squeezing painfully in his chest as he took in Jaster’s harried look.

He looked exhausted and Obi-Wan knew that he wasn’t sleeping well from the shuffling he could hear at night and the small glow of a datapad until the early hours of the morning and still, he didn’t know how to help without just breaking down and accepting what the man wanted him to do and he…couldn’t.

He couldn’t, not if he wanted to be able to feel safe.

It took Obi-Wan another minute to realize that he couldn’t hear the rumble of the engines anymore and he swallowed thickly, wondering if Kal was going to be sent away on a mission so that Obi-Wan would have to accept Jaster into his nest if he wanted company.

“ Ob’ika ,” Kal murmured, pulling Obi-Wan closer to him, nuzzling his shoulder gently as he tucked the man under his jaw.

Pre dictably Obi-Wan said nothing, relaxing into the man as a hand found his bump to rub softly.

A comm ringing startled all three of them—Jaster’s eyes flew open to grab for it immediately—and Obi-Wan curled back into Kal as Jaster jabbed his finger to answer.

“We’re here, ‘alor .”

Obi-Wan’s heart clenched as he heard Zubian’s voice, suddenly wishing that he had the sweet zabrak with him desperately.

He missed all of his alphas, even if he was too anxious to have any of them with him.

He pressed against Kal miserably and Kal started to rub his back right away, pressing a kiss to his hair as he did so.

“I’ll be right there,” Jaster said, voice thick, “Just give me a minute.”

He waited for confirmation before clicking the comm off, looking over at the two of them as Obi-Wan avoided his eyes, snuggling up against Kal.

“ Cyare, ” Jaster murmured, “ Ob’ika .”

Kal said nothing, ignoring Jaster and the man sighed.

“I’ll be back,” Jaster said, “Take care of Obi-Wan for us, alright?”

Kal gave a sharp nod, still not looking at Jaster and Obi-Wan’s heart twisted painfully in his chest at the defeated look on his alpha’s face as he left.

Obi-Wan froze as he watched the door open, a familiar face stepping into the room with a bag strap thrown over her shoulder.

His heart clenched as the midwife stepped in, looking at Obi-Wan with a soft smile.

“Hello Obi-Wan,” she greeted, “How are you?”

He knew that midwife.

She was from Stewjon.

Obi-Wan was back on Stewjon.

Obi-Wan was back on Stewjon.

Obi-Wan was back on Stewjon.

They’d decided that he wasn’t what they wanted after all, all because he’d not wanted to accept the new alphas. He was going to have to go back to being alone and sleeping on the mat in the store room of Rylen’s bar.

Except there wasn’t any way that she would let him stay in the store room now that he was pregnant. She couldn’t risk him getting aggressive against the people trying to get back there and she definitely wouldn’t be able to risk him making a nest there and so Obi-Wan would be alone and on the streets and- and-.

He’d rather die.

His fingers clenched in the nest as he shoved himself against the headboard, trying to curl up as small as he could as he started to tremble, the fear making his throat burn and his stomach turn as he realized that this was it.

“Obi-Wan?” she asked, voice soft, stepping forward, only to stop when Obi-Wan whimpered.

“ Ob’ika ?”

Jaster stepped into the room just as Kal stepped out of the ‘fresher, both of them freezing as Obi-Wan’s bottom lip started to waver.

Obi-Wan cupped his swollen stomach, panic seizing his chest as he burst into tears, realizing that there wasn’t anything he could do to keep them from kicking him off the ship and that he would be homeless and alone and pregnant.

Jaster got to him first, scooping him up into his arms even as Obi-Wan started to wail, fighting against him as he pulled him to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around Obi-Wan as he rocked him softly.

“Sh hhh, it’s okay,” Jaster murmured, “Baby, it’s okay. What’s wrong, sweet thing? It’s alright.”

Obi-Wan finally gave up any pretence of disinterest, shoving his face into Jaster’s shoulder as he cried, fingers twisting into his kute as he sobbed, letting the man shush him softly and press soft kisses to his temple.

“I-I-I-,” Obi-Wan sobbed out.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, baby,” Jaster said softly, “We’ve got you. It’s okay. You’re okay. We’ve got you.”

Obi-Wan started to cry harder and then there was a second body pressed against him, Kal’s lips against his ear as he wrapped his arms around him.

“You’re making it worse.”

“I’m trying .”

Jaster’s voice was hoarse and desperate as he spoke and Obi-Wan whimpered, nosing at the man’s mating gland softly until he could feel Jaster’s shoulders relax, even as he continued to cry, snot and tears smearing onto Jaster’s skin as he tried to quiet himself.

“Hi baby,” Jaster murmured, “I’ve got you. You’re okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

“I- I don’t-,” Obi-Wan heaved in a breath, “I don’t want to go back.”

“Go back where, cyar’ika ?” Jaster questioned softly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I’m- I’m sorry,” Obi-Wan managed to bite out through his tears, “I’m sorry but- but I-I don’t want mor- more alphas. I don’t- I don’t like them. They-they-they-.”

“Shhh, sweetheart what are you talking about?” Jaster kissed his temple, “Are you unhappy, is that it?”

“Which alphas are you unhappy with?” Kal murmured, “We’ll- we’ll talk to them, okay? And we’ll get things figured out so that you aren’t so upset.”

Obi-Wan sniffled as he tried to catch his breath, cries getting softer, “I-I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” Kal said softly, “It’s alright. We understand. Just…just let us know who and we’ll talk to them.”

Obi-Wan nuzzled into Jaster’s shoulder even more, relaxing into the man’s arms.

“I can’t- not while…not while I’m pregnant,” he murmured, throat raw, “It- It doesn’t feel right.”

“It m ight be that the different scents are too much while he’s pregnant. It happens even when someone would normally be okay with them. The Stewjoni people have an enhanced sense of smell during pregnancy, more so than most of the galaxy.”

Obi-Wan eyed the midwife warily.

“Why are you here?” he finally asked weakly.

She gave him a small smile, “To do a complete checkup on you. Your alphas were worried that perhaps something might have been wrong with you relating to your particular biology and they wanted to someone who knew what they were doing when it came to dualsex pregnancies.”

Obi-Wan took a shuttering breath.

“So I don’t have to go back to Wæŕkij ?” he sniffed, “I can stay on the ship with everyone?”

Jaster’s fingers tightened where they were wrapped around Obi-Wan’s waist and the man went rigid.

“You don’t ever have to go back to Wæŕkij ,” Jaster said, voice firm, “You’re staying with us, remember? You’re our denmaker.”

“Why don’t you tell us which alpha you’ve been having trouble with?” Kal asked as Jaster started to wipe Obi-Wan’s tears away carefully, keeping him tucked under his jaw.

“The new ones,” Obi-Wan said, feeling miserable, “They don’t smell right.”

“What do you mean new ones?” Jaster asked and then, “Wait…do you mean Montross and his men? Baby I already told you that they aren’t part of your den. You don’t have to do anything for them and I wouldn’t let you accept them into our den. They’re part of a different group, sweetheart. We don’t like them.”

“Then- then why did you let them into my nest?” Obi-Wan asked, voice small, “I- I thought you said I got to choose who was allowed into my nest-.”

Jaster’s grip was bruising for less than a second before Obi-Wan could feel him intentionally loosen his hold, the man’s shoulders tight as he froze.

“What did you just say?” Jaster asked, voice strained.

Obi-Wan said nothing.

“Baby boy,” Jaster said, keeping his voice even but firm, “What did you just say?”

“I don’t want Montross and the other alphas in my nest,” Obi-Wan whispered in defeat, “I’m sorry.”

“Ho w did you know that they were in your nest?” Jaster questioned tightly.

“I could smell them,” Obi-Wan’s shoulders fell, “My nest smelled…smelled wrong. Like strange alpha and-and-.”

He hiccuped a little, shoulders hunched in miserably.

“You let them come on my pillow.”

Jaster went rigid.

“How many alphas?” he asked quietly, “How many different scents were in your room?”

“Six or seven,” Obi-Wan finally whispered out.

“Take care of his checkup,” Jaster said softly and Obi-Wan whined as the man started to slide him into Kal’s lap and pull away.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t- please don’t leave me!” Obi-Wan cried as he reached out for Jaster.

Jaster leaned in, cupping the back of his neck with one hand and pressing their foreheads together.

“I’m not leaving,” Jaster murmured, “I’m taking care of something I should have taken care of from day one. Mella is going to do your checkup and Kal is going to take care of you, alright?”

Obi-Wan looked at him for a long time before nodding.

“Okay,” he agreed softly.

Jaster pressed a soft kiss to Obi-Wan’s lips before pulling back.

“I’ll be right back, baby,” Jaster promised.

“This can’t be good, can it?”

Jaa looked over at Zubian as the man squirmed, shaking his head a little.

“No it can’t be,” he agreed, “ ‘Alor telling us to line up in formation? I’d say we’re all in a bit of trouble.”

“Your kid is going to be just as anxious as you, you know,” Myles said and Zubian frowned, straightening up.

“You can judge me all you want but we’re still in Stewjon’s orbit and I don’t think the Republic medical station is going to save us from being spaced,” Zubian snarked back, “It’s all fun and games until you can’t breathe.”

“In this case, spacing might be too kind.”

Their backs went straight as Jaster stepped into the room, that same dark look on his face from weeks before hardening his eyes.

“Spa cing means that you die instantly,” Jaster continued looking at them all, “Only one person here is going to be spaced and that’s the first person to tell me who the kriff was masturbating in my denmaker’s nest.”

There was an uneasy murmur.

Myles opened his mouth but Jaster’s glare made him stop.

“I’m not talking about his alphas,” Jaster snarled, “I’m asking who came on my denmaker’s pillow the night we went drinking. Who was in my denmaker’s nesting room? Somebody better start kriffing talking now!”

Myles straightened up, tensing as everyone did the same, a low growl finding its way from Darro’s throat, though he himself looked a little surprised.

“It was Montross!”

Jaster looked over at the blonde woman who’d spoken, eyes narrowing for a second, hand coming up to stop the sounds of protest that had started.

“Veraslayn Kast,” he said flatly.

She swallowed, nodding.

“Tell me something Kast,” he murmured, stepping forward, “What happened to your ship the day that Ori’ramikad’alom Rook Kast died.”

She startled a little bit, blinking at him a few times before her face went neutral.

“Our ship was attacked. ‘Alom Kast decided that our only option was to abandon ship,” she said, “We split into two groups to board the drop ships. One of the drop ships malfunctioned though and only ours made it to the surface.”

“Is that the story that you’re going to stake your life on?” Jaster questioned, his voice chilling.

She nodded firmly, “That’s what happened, ‘alor . The drop ship blew up. I saw it myself.”

“Now you see-.”

Jaster stopped, drawing his blaster and shooting at the man who’d been approaching him—hitting him once in the knee and once in the shoulder—before his face turned into a snarl.

“I told you to get into formation,” Jaster snapped angrily, “ Now , you’ve decided that you are going to try that? I don’t think so! Darro, wait until he’s almost bled out. Keep an eye on him. When he’s almost dead throw him out the airlock. His family doesn’t get the courtesy of getting his body back, are we clear?”

“As t ransparisteel,” Darro agreed, hand grabbing a shoulder and yanking, ignoring the yell as he jerked the man forward, all but dragging him along.

He turned back to Veraslayn.

“I had my men do some digging,” Jaster told her, voice low, “And that drop ship still had its locking mechanism in place. That dropship never dropped. I don’t think it could have. I think someone jammed the lock so that it wouldn’t drop.”

“That’s not-,” she started to say.

“Do you know who was on that ship?” Jaster cut her off angrily, “Do you?”

“My vode ,” she said tightly, “And I’m telling you that-!”

“That the scraps of your ship show that someone cut the power to the button to eject that ship!” Jaster snarled, “And that according to your men originally you were supposed to be the only person in the drop ship that worked!”

Jaster turned to Jaa, “Lock her up. She’s an aruetii and she’ll answer to the house that she’s betrayed! I’m sure that Rook’s buire will be pleased to know what finally happened.”

“She was the one betraying us!” Veraslayn snapped out, “She was bringing on an omega who’d always failed in his duty! He was useless! He couldn’t even make it as-!”

She stopped talking as Jaster’s hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing hard enough that her words got caught in her throat as he shoved her against the durasteel wall of the ship.

“She was fixing a mistake that Montross made!” Jaster snapped out angrily, “He should have never tried to leave an unprotected omega by himself! And you’ll both get what you deserve!”

He leaned forward.

“You won’t be thrown out the airlock,” Jaster murmured, “Just as I promised. But when House Kast gets their hands on you, you’re going to wish you had.”

Jaster stepped back, hand dropping as Jaa stepped in, easily taking hold of her and shoving her towards the small cells that they had on the ship.

Mon tross wasn’t fast enough to escape Jaster as the older man rounded on him—more quickly than anyone in the room could have tracked—his hand tangled in the front of Montross’s kute as he shoved him against a durasteel wall, the bang of his head making Montross’s teeth rattle.

“I should have killed you when I had the chance,” Jaster snarled, “I should have killed you after what happened with Kal!”

Montross’s hands came up to try to loosen Jaster’s grip, elbow jerking out to catch Jaster in the face, only to yell out as Jaster caught it, hand leaving the man’s kute to rip a knife from the sheath on his thigh, stabbing it between the bones and into the cartilage.

Montross tried to swing at him, but Jaster bodied him, shoving him up against the durasteel wall before striking out with his knife again, under his collarbone to slice the ligaments in half, digging the knife between his bones and twisting as Montross cried out in pain, hand coming up to where Jaster’s knife was lodged in his shoulder and yanking it out.

“I’d shoot you but it would be too merciful!” Jaster screamed at him, “You hurt my mates. You hurt our denmaker! You could have risked my ade !”

“My family!” Jaster snarled, “I told you that I would kill you if you did it again!”

The shoot through Montross’s knee made him scream but Jaster just stepped closer, his blaster catching the man across his temple, the cracking sound reverberating through the ship.

“Space them,” Jaster said without looking away from Montross, “Everyone except Nam, Khila, and Jayth. Nobody makes it off this ship alive.”

Jaster knelt down, not bothering to deal with the commotion behind him as he looked Montross in the eyes.

“I warned you,” Jaster murmured again, “I told you that you’d be a dead man, but it looks like I need to make an example. Clearly, if this was happening on my ship people assume that I’ve gone soft but you made a mistake. The only people I’m soft for, you hurt.”

Jaster stood again as Montross panted, hand clenching his knee, “When Darro gets back tell him to cauterize Montross’s wounds and throw him in the cell next to Veraslayn. Turn the oxygen levels to their cells to fifteen per cent and watch them. If they still look like they’re breathing easy turn it down more until they aren’t. Just make sure it’s enough that they aren’t dead. Understood?”

“Yes ‘alor.”

“Zubian, Kuna, Myles. Get into Obi-Wan’s nest and get all the blankets. Talk to the Republic station about using their cycler. Tell them Mand’alor Mereel is asking. Adarri, Qaz, Huza scrub the room from top to bottom. I don’t want it to smell like anything . Get the blankets from your beds and get ready to give them up so that our denmaker can have his nesting room back.”

“We’ll get started now,” Huza promised.

“Jayth, Nam, and Khila.”

Jaster turned around to look at the three weary commandos.

“Follow me.”

Obi-Wan blinked as the door opened, still curled in Kal’s arms as Jaster stepped through, only to scramble when he saw crimson, making his way over to cup Jaster’s face as his breath started to come quicker, eyes scanning the man for injuries.

“It’s not mine,” Jaster said, voice a little gruff, “Don’t worry, baby boy.”

“Then-then whose is…?” Obi-Wan trailed off.

“We’re cleaning up your nesting room and getting rid of all the strange scents,” Jaster murmured, “And we’re taking all the blankets from our bunks and putting them in there for you so that you’ll have your alpha’s scent with you. I’ll be putting the sign back up for you except there’s going to be a name list, in case you want to a particular alpha out, alright?”

“Jaster who’s blood is that?” Obi-Wan asked, throat dry.

“Montross and his men aren’t going to bother you anymore,” Jaster said and Obi-Wan’s eyes widened.

“Wh-What?” he asked.

“Montross’s den weren’t ever allowed in your nest, baby boy,” Jaster murmured, “And if you’d told me that they’d gotten anywhere near it I would have taken care of it right away.”

He pulled Obi-Wan into his arms, kissing his temple.

“I- I didn’t want you to tell me that they were supposed to be there,” Obi-Wan whispered, “Since I’m the denmaker and they were your ship.”

“And I’ve told you that it’s your ship,” Jaster reminded him softly, “Who is here is up to you. How long they're here, whether or not they are welcome at all, den or not den, is up to you. You’re the most important person on this ship.”

Jast er kissed him again, “Montross and his men have had their invitation rescinded."

“Is there how you ended up covered in blood?” Obi-Wan asked, eyeing him warily.

“I’ll go get cleaned up,” Jaster promised softly, “But there were a few commandos who took issue with my order and so I took care of it. And I need you to answer a question for me, baby.”

“Okay,” Obi-Wan agreed and Jaster pulled back, turning to the men standing in the doorway as his back straightened.

“Give me your gloves,” Jaster murmured, hand out and Obi-Wan blinked as the three commandos handed a single glove over each.

Jaster turned, handing them out to Obi-Wan.