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The fight against the small Mandalorian splinter group had been brief but brutal. It was always harder, shutting down other Mandalorians, even if they had abandoned the Way and thrown their support to the remnants of the Empire. As Mand’alor, Din’s heart ached to kill more of his own brethren. As Alpha, his soul burned with offended pride when those who should be his own people chose to betray their fragile, recovering world.
It was different for Luke, harder. Luke was the fiercest, most powerful warrior Din had ever seen. But every death at his hands, every soul he felt wink out beneath his blade, tugged at his soft Jedi heart. A warrior by necessity, when he should be nurturer.
As if sensing his thought - and maybe he was through his magic - Luke glanced over at Din from where he was playing with Grogu. Din’s gaze softened. They looked so right, his Omega and his child. Grogu was cooing happily, blissfully unaware of the violence his parents had recently undertaken. And Luke, his Luke, couldn’t help but smile as well. The shadows in his eyes chased away.
“I’m fine, Din. Promise.”
“I know it weighs on you.”
Luke’s lips twisted wryly. “I think it bothers you more. It’s never pleasant, ending lives. And I try to always make it the last resort. But you and I both know that their threat needed to be dealt with. They refused to stop, so what’s done is done.”
Cradling Grogu in his arm, Luke crossed to him and reached up to gently press his forehead against Din’s helmet. A Keldabe kiss.
“Don’t worry so much about me.”
Din melted, one arm wrapping around the slim waist. For a moment, he sighed, simply taking in the loving sounds of his child and the sweet scent of his love.
A scent that grew sweeter by the moment.
Luke’s blond head had dropped to rest against Din’s pauldron, but Din’s helmet caught the rising warmth nestled under his chin. Frowning to himself, Din tugged off his gloves and then softly cupped Luke’s cheek.
Luke gave a quiet whimper as Din stroked over his burning face.
“Are you getting sick, little one?”
Luke’s head shook against his chestplate, eyes hazy and dark. “Nnnngh, this is nice,” he responded without answering. “Cool.”
“You pushed too much today, didn’t you? Come, rest now.”
Luke didn’t protest when Din swept him up and carried him to bed.
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Twenty minutes later, Grogu was in his room napping, and Luke was also passed out under a bundle of blankets, safe in Din’s own bed.
Din brushed his hand under Luke's bangs to feel his forehead, then grabbed the thermometer from the first aid kit. Luke's mouth opened with a little sigh the second Din touched it, like an invitation. He leaned close to guide the metal tip under Luke's tongue, and gently pushed his mouth closed on the glass stick.
Crap. Luke smelled absolutely divine: sweet and tart and alluring. Din was panting and aching in his underclothes as he nuzzled down to the base of Luke's throat. The soft click of the thermometer hitting Luke's teeth when his hold faltered startled Din—when had his mouth gotten on Luke's skin? Shit. He jerked back and took the thermometer with him as he fell on the other bed, pulse racing. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Oh. Oh!
Luke was an Omega. Din had always assumed he was a Beta, but his scent was so clear now. And the heat radiating from him. Sweet and seductive. Now Din understood why Luke with a child in his arms, caring and tender, seemed so right.
Luke was an Omega. Why had he never told Din? Was this why their courtship has been so slow? Did… did Luke not want an Alpha? Not want Din as his Alpha? He’d always been receptive of Din’s stumbling advances, and free with his touch, but equally shy in taking the leap forward.
Luke was an Omega, and - the realization hit Din like a blaster bold - he was in heat.
Din tried to take a deep, calming breath, but it was no use. The air was thick with Luke. He couldn’t leave, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to open a window and advertise that an unclaimed omega was in heat in their room.
Luke breathed a soft whine in his sleep, and Din bent over him quickly to soothe him. And then, Luke’s slim, heat-stricked body shifted. As Din gaped in astonishment, the little Jedi shifted to gather his spread knees beneath him. And his tempting, tight little ass was now on full display.
Submitting to his Alpha, even in his unconsciousness.
Din should leave. Call a trusted medic to take over Luke’s care, before he did something that couldn’t be recalled.
Except his gaze kept landing on Luke's soft, open mouth. His flushed cheeks. His tense eyebrows that told Din that he was still uncomfortable, even in sleep. And his round little ass still swayed in the air, calling for his Alpha. Din could help with that. Luke's little omega body was aching for a knot. Din had one of those.
He crawled over to Luke's bed and inched a hand under the blankets to touch the smooth skin of Luke's stomach. A tiny moan left his Jedi, and the allure of his scent spiked. Din’s pulse was loud in his ears as he stroked over the lithe body. It was his baby Jedi—tan skin, beauty marks, slim chest and waist, innocent and oblivious—and Din wanted like he never had before.
He stripped Luke of his bottoms slow and gentle, relishing the limp weight of Luke's cut-string limbs, until Luke was completely bare. Din followed the scent down Luke's body, past the hard cock, to tuck his nose against the plush globes of Luke’s still-presented ass. Fuck, he needed.
It turned out to be easier than he’d hoped. He had only started to tip Luke on to his side before Luke took over and flopped onto his stomach. For a terrified second Din thought he’d woken up, but Luke settled after a small wiggle. He didn’t respond to Din’s whispers of his name, to the gentle prodding against his arm. Still passed out.
Din wanted to strip down, feel every inch of Luke's heat-warm skin against his own, but he couldn’t risk being caught bare ass naked. He catalogued the feel as he skimmed his hands over Luke's back and ass. His breath was shaking when he finally pulled Luke's cheeks apart to reveal the tight, puckered hole. Dripping with the first wetness. His little Jedi squirmed a bit and gave a soft sigh when Din ran his thumb over the hot entrance. His slick tasted just like he smelled, with an added underlying saltiness. The second his cock was freed from his jeans, he inched a finger inside Luke's opening.
Luke’s knees spread wider of their own accord, and his hips lifted higher. Din marveled at the Omega’s instincts, even in unconsciousness. Inside, Luke gripped his finger like a vice, but his tiny opening gave easily to Din’s pressure.
By the time he was three fingers deep, Luke was giving little noises. Din was watching his face avidly for signs of waking and was trying not to think about how hard his cock was. Slick dripped down his fingers when he pulled them out and he was panting again as he watched Luke's hips hitch in protest. He sucked every bit of Luke's sultry slick off his hand before he spread Luke's legs wider—and god, they went so easy, so soft and malleable and Din could do anything he fucking wanted, could slam home and it’d be too late for Luke to stop him—
Din needed to keep what control he could. If Luke woke up…
He took a deep breath before leaning over Luke and lining his cock up to the stretched hole. He gave two gentle nudges to feel out his angle and give Luke's body a cue to relax, then pushed. Luke whined high in his throat and flinched as Din slid in slow but sure into his virgin ass. Din didn’t stop until he bottomed out and the wrinkled skin where his knot would pop was flush against Luke's cheeks. His little Jedi’s scent didn’t have anything on his ass, Jesus Christ, so hot and wet and welcoming him into its tight grip. He bit his lips to hold in his groans and watched Luke's face. His mouth was open with his heavy breathing, and his cheeks were pinker than before, but he was still out.
An adrenaline-shaky breath left Din as he pulled out slightly before grinding back in. Fuck yes, oh god. He set a slow, deep rhythm of fucking into Luke, drawing little moans out of his baby Jedi when he hit just the right spot, and working up a lather of slick around the base of his cock. Din could have stayed there forever with leisurely pleasure lighting up his nerves, but then he noticed that Luke was drooling onto his pillow and it hit him sharper than before: he was having the best sex of his life fucking his passed out baby Jedi who couldn’t raise a hand to stop him, was just laying there and taking Din’s fat alpha cock in his virgin ass, none the wiser. Din’s knot swelled as he stared at the drool on Luke’s pink mouth and the brief thought that he really shouldn’t knot the kid was lost under sheer lust.
Luke's breath hitched on another whine as Din pushed his swollen knot into the tiny hole that had barely fit his cock. But it was like Luke’s body was fucking built to take him. Luke's walls clamped down on his knot and sucked him in until he could feel his cockhead bumping the firm resistance of his cervix. And with a shout, he was filling his boy up to the brim, not an inch of his omega insides was untouched by Din’s cock. Din’s groan echoed Luke's keen as he ground in against his ass and finally, god, finally came harder than he ever had in his fucking life. The tiny hitching of his hips as he shot made him want to fuck Luke all over again because already he could feel how wet his insides were, all the heat-slick joined by Din’s come.
Din continued to rock gently, still draped over the submissive body of his Omega. His eyes were drawn back to Luke’s sleeping face and soft, sweet lips. His hand drifted up to pet over his boy’s face. Those full pink lips were as soft as he imagined, opening with little effort to take in Din’s fingers.
Din dreamed of taking off his helmet and finally tasting those lips. But not yet. Din let his Omega’s tight body milk his softening knot, while his fingers continued to stroke and pet over the beautiful face. Once Luke awoke, they could talk. Din could explain, and comfort his Omega through whatever worry had prevented him from confessing his nature earlier. They would be One.
Din collapsed with a groan, still locked tightly inside his Jedi's limp body. His knot continued to swell and pulse inside the channel it had so thoroughly claimed. For a minute, all thought left Din's head, chased away by the feel of his new mate milking him.
Suddenly, a low moan broke through Din's pleasant haze. The body underneath him tried to shift, struggling beneath Din's weight.
"What?" the question was slurred softly. "What's happening?"
"Stay still, omega," Din whispered. He ran a hand soothingly down Luke's side. "You're mine now, little one. Can you feel my knot? Feel yourself pleasuring my knot so well? Just relax and accept."