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

Your Heart Got Teeth

• Summary: It was a special sort of hell that Obi-Wan had been assigned to, dealing with the utter chaos that his former Master and the Padawan he’d replaced Obi-Wan with had managed to wreak.

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"Qui-Gon would let me do it," complained Anakin, sounding exactly like the petulant, demanding teenage brat that he was.

"Qui-Gon did a lot of things," grit out Obi-Wan. He was trying not to breath in too deep, as he'd been doing for days now. Days of deliberately shallow breathing, only daring to gulp in a decent amount of air when he was safely behind a door, in the refresher or his own bedroom. The entire apartment had been saturated with Anakin's scent by the second day, every surface stinking of needy, unmated, pregnant young omega. It was a special sort of hell that Obi-Wan had been assigned to, dealing with the utter chaos that his former Master and the Padawan he’d replaced Obi-Wan with had managed to wreak. "I am not Qui-Gon," he added, "And I am not going to let you bite me."

"It's not biting!" insisted Anakin, "It's just... he let me nibble on him." Anakin's blush deepened, suggesting he was fully aware of how scandalous and inappropriate his relationship with Master Jinn had become but was trying to brazen through and bully Obi-Wan into giving him the same indulgences. "I don't break the skin. It just helps. It hurts, Obi-Wan." His voice had reached a whine, pitched perfectly to make Obi-Wan wince with the instinct to go to him, to take his unhappy omega in his arms and sooth him.

It wasn't easy to resist. Anakin was sprawled across the couch, wearing only a short robe that ended just above his knees and was rucked up far enough to show a tantalising hint of his inner thigh. The robe somehow wasn't loose enough to hide the nascent bump of his belly, but was stretched out at the neck enough to bare one of Anakin's shoulders. He looked like an erotic ideal from one of the more hedonistic planets - his golden skin, his sweetly curling hair, his pouting lip, everything about him appealing and enticing, even his indecent youth.

He was a menace, and Obi-Wan hated him.

It was an unworthy emotion for a Jedi to feel, but it was all he could muster at the present. He’d had a cordial, distant relationship with Qui-Gon Jinn and Anakin Skywalker for five years, and it had suited him perfectly. It had been a relief, to end his somewhat turbulent Padawanship on amicable terms and walk away to embark on a successful career as a Jedi Knight. Anakin had chased after him for a while, oddly eager for a friendship with his predecessor, but it had only taken two firm rebuffs in between lengthy missions for the boy to give up, and Obi-Wan hadn’t actually seen Anakin for two years before being dragged into this debacle.

Qui-Gon Jinn had surpassed everyone’s worst expectations of him by inexplicably deciding to deal with Anakin’s first heat by fucking the boy through it. It was deranged, obscene; between Anakin’s tender age, and the violation of the traditional bounds of a Master and Padawan it made Obi-Wan head spin with nauseated horror. The very idea of it – Qui-Gon, his large body covering Anakin’s coltish frame, Anakin flushed and gasping from his heat, leaking and slick as Qui-Gon committed the worst kind of sacrilege by pushing into his virgin body, fucking him, knotting him. Impregnating him. Obi-Wan had believed it was a sick joke when they told him, and still woke every morning with the desperate hope that it had all been a terrible nightmare.

To his very slim credit, Qui-Gon had made no attempt to deny or hide the transgression when it came to light at one of Anakin’s regular medical check-ups. As far as Obi-Wan had heard he’d been mildly confused at the outrage, and Anakin had loudly insisted that nothing was the matter at all, his Master had only been taking the best care of him. Apparently Qui-Gon had handled his Padawan’s initial presentation as an omega by allowing a level of closeness to develop that anyone else would consider unseemly, and Anakin had no understanding of the wrong that had been done to him. On the contrary, he would tell anyone who asked that he was very happy as he had been, and that he missed his Master’s attentions very badly. And he told Obi-Wan, on a daily basis, that he expected the same treatment from his newly assigned alpha guardian.