Through the storm // Anakin x Obi-wan [Anakin Alpha/Obi-wan Omega] // Kiara_Chan

Chapter 2

Obi-wan was panting as if he run a marathon, yet he fet even more got then before. Something was wrong, his heat was doing something weird, and he couldn't understand what exactly that was. He knew something tho, that he couldn't let it get a hold of him, unless he wanted to be beaten to near death countless of times, then get thrown into the training center for a few days, until he was covered in sweat, slick, urine and other... things he always wished to forget about. It was humbling, embarrassing, cruel. But the omega knew he deserved it  if he was a better solider  better Sith, his master wouldn't do that to him, he wouldn't lock him up in his room for days on end as a kid, if he was just better if he was just stronger...

He needed to be as strong as possible, and now he needed rest, until they arrived at his first real mission. He had just one job to do, it was the easiest thing in the world.

Protect his soldiers and his master, make the other disappear, kill them, knock them out, whatever. As long as they win, he could do what he wanted.

-I'll do what I must... - his voice shaky, as he felt his body heat up more, cramps almost unbearable for most omegas, yet for him the pain was something closer to comfort. It was all Kenobi knew was with him his whole life. Every day, every moment, every breath. It was comforting.

-Get out, now! - a scream, then a harsh hand on his arm throwing him out of his room, his prison. He managed to give it his last Look before the clearing droids went in.

In was dark, no lights, no windows, just darkness, that the kid was so scared of... Urine and feces in one of the room corners smelled so badly, just like the little scared boy. He was dirty, covered in sweat and his badyli fluids, he smelled so badly, he was tired too scared to close his eyes in the dark. He didn't know how long He was locked up in there, but for sure it has been some time.

He was so hungry... so, so hungry... his hands looked like a mess, his nails almost bit off, the skin around them bloody from his teeth.

-You really, are just a little pice of shit, hm? - He hear as he got thrown onto the training deck - begin- was all he hear before he summoned his light saber in his masters hand, seconds before he pierced  through the robots shots.

Kenobi shook his head, it was not the time to remember thing like that, he needed to focus. He had an important mission to do.

Kill, knock out, whatever. You just need to win... No matter what.

He closed his eyes letting his strained muscles loose, just for a moment, at least for a few seconds, to calm down and finally rest. He couldn't remember when was the last moment he was actually able to relax, it felt weird to even think to do so. He never could relax unless he was finally allowed to sleep, and he could feel he was alone. There was this magic 'thing' that told him wether there was someone near him or not. It was pretty useful, and saved his life a lot of times. Now was time to use it in action.

He drifted into light sleep, his consciousness still on the surface making sure he was safe and sound. As always. He didn't know how long he's been laying there trying to relax at least a little more, but once his consciousness surfaced he felt fresh, but disturbed at the same time, soldiers were in mess figuring out wether to suit up or just wait for orders. 

-Okey soldiers! We'll be attacking in five minutes! Get ready! - Obi-wan jumped awake on his bed and begin preparations, his uniform ready for him. It was out of a harsh on the skin fabric, full black. Definitely not his color, it made him look sick, but at the same time perfect for the things he was supposed to do. A long cloak covered his face and curvy yet muscular body. A tight collar blocking most of his scent for the others felt like thorns on his fragile skin. He shivered under the unpleasant feeling. He wasn't used to it, usually Palpatine used it as a reminder for his belonging to him. Yet today it was meant to be a warning for the consequence of his actions.