Two Halfs of One Warrior • Obikin/Vaderwan One-Shots

Alpha | Alpha

• Summary: Obi-Wan looked at his former apprentice and smiled to himself. Anakin was the image of the perfect Alpha from the outside – he was tall, masculine, easily aggravated and hot-headed, assertive. Everything the society expected. Omegas always threw themselves at him, and Obi-Wan took unhealthy pleasure in watching them fail to seduce him.

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Obi-Wan had always found it a struggle to reconcile his Alpha instincts with being a Jedi. He tried, he really tried. But he was just a man and sometimes his body had a mind of its own.

Especially when he was about to go into rut in a few days and his freshly knighted Padawan was settling down to sit on the floor next to his leg, his shoulder brushing Obi-Wan’s knee while he busied himself with tinkering.

Obi-Wan looked at his former apprentice and smiled to himself. Anakin was the image of the perfect Alpha from the outside – he was tall, masculine, easily aggravated and hot-headed, assertive. Everything the society expected. Omegas always threw themselves at him, and Obi-Wan took unhealthy pleasure in watching them fail to seduce him. They were always so confused and disappointed when Anakin paid them no mind, the possible suitors expecting him to think with his knot.

To be fair – it had confused Obi-Wan as well. Especially when he had first tried to give Anakin condoms along with The Talk, and the boy immediately looked offended and mumbled he didn’t need them, because he didn’t want to sleep with someone he didn’t know.

Obi-Wan himself, in his teenage years, had been up to having sex with anyone who had two legs and wasn’t a Gungan, so he was sincerely puzzled. Anakin was a healthy young Alpha, his smell rich and deep, nothing else seemed out of place. He just…

Didn’t want casual sex?!

Obi-Wan felt guilty at first, thinking that maybe he had somehow messed up raising Anakin to accept his instincts, but after some careful probing he came to the conclusion that his Padawan was indeed just fiercely loyal and too distrusting to let any strangers get close. He wanted his first bed partner to also be his friend, and admittedly that was kind of sweet, so Obi-Wan let it go.

The problem was that the awkward teenager had grown into a striking young man and Obi-Wan’s feelings had slowly morphed into something stronger than just brotherhood. They were both Knights, in equal standing, he wasn’t his teacher any longer, though Anakin still kept calling him Master out of habit. Every day, his baser urges were becoming harder and harder to ignore.

When he looked at Anakin, he felt desire burning low in him, his teeth itching to mark that long neck. It didn’t matter that they were both Alphas, something in him was inexplicably drawn to the other man.

It also didn’t help that once they were alone, Anakin was no longer posing or blatantly dominant, he was rather sweet and sought Obi-Wan’s vicinity. The older Jedi wasn’t sure if he did it on purpose or unconsciously, but Anakin always drifted to him and basked in his scent and Force presence. It made Obi-Wan feel protective, but also drove his instincts wild, his hind brain screaming that he should claim his mate, wrestle him to the floor and mount him.

He closed his eyes, unable to concentrate on the book he had been trying to read, while Anakin picked apart the delicate electronics, humming and huffing to himself.

His former Padawan was right there, their strong smells mixing and if two Alphas together usually felt sour and defensive, then their small bubble was relaxing and homey.

Anakin’s smell was mouth-watering – familiar notes of Lavender, Mint, Cardamom, Bergamot and Artemisia filling his nostrils and creating the perfect blend that was his closest friend.