![]() Lord knows you'll do it over text anyway." "I don't mind if you two talk about me when I'm not there. "You can go if you want to," Obi-Wan tells her. Obi-Wan pokes his head out into the living room. "By the way Quinlan invited us out tonight." He didn't drink it, he preferred soy, but Satine did. He sets the whole milk in the fridge and closes the door. After that he'd retreated to the front to admit defeat and checked out. "E-excuse me!" He'd stammered, not even looking at their face. They'd been wearing a baseball cap and their scent had been so thick and distinctly alpha Obi-Wan had nearly fallen over himself trying to backtrack. He'd forgotten what it was he was trying to buy several times and ended up wandering around the whole store at least twice. They had posed no threat and yet Obi-Wan had been too terrified to walk past them. There were a lot of alphas at the supermarket today a group of friends shopping for some birthday barbecue if he'd overheard them correctly. Normally he can function pretty well, but it's been harder than usual. He goes to the kitchen to set the groceries on the counter. Not the shadows he saw in the corners of his eyes. ![]() They were aware of his increased alertness and worry, but not of his restless nights. Satine and Quinlan only knew the half of it. But whenever he turned to look there was never anyone there. Lately, everywhere he went he felt like someone was watching him. He's had the locks changed several times. His paranoia had been rising steadily over the course of the last two weeks. She had her laptop open on the coffee table. "How was your day?" She asks from the couch. So he knows who it is coming through the door. An established routine so that Obi-Wan always knows when she's here. "I'm home!" Obi-Wan calls out as he opens the door. So now he just doesn't touch himself at all. His cock will only get harder and his neck will start to pulse. The worst part of it all is that it won't even put a damper on his erection. Those piercing eyes will stare and scrape over his skin like a physical touch. He wishes he could just forget that night erase it from his mind. Quinlan and his father kept saying so at least. Satine was the only one he could tolerate. But the thought of another alpha touching him makes him physically ill. He's tried to have relationships other than Satine on their off years. He'd curled up into a ball hyperventilating and clutching the throbbing mark on his neck. The one time they tried to have sex Obi-Wan broke down into a panic attack. They've been on and off for years and the most they've done is some dry humping and a hand job. All he knows is that he feels safe around her. They argued a lot but it was fun and never done in bitterness or anger. She was a beautiful omega who was kind and thoughtful and everything that Anakin wasn't. And then he met Satine in his politics class. Eventually he was able to get his life back on track. Quinlan had been there for him every step of the way. He'd had to take a sabbatical from college afterwards. It would have dipped into Qui-Gon's retirement fund and Obi-Wan would have never forgiven himself. The surgery to remove the mating bite had been too expensive and he'd flat out refused to let his father help pay for it. His mark still burns, yearning for its mate. It's been six years and yet he still feels haunted. He shivers, ungluing his feet from the floor and snatching the bag of chips. He'll never get home if he doesn't stop looking for someone who isn't there. He resists the growing urge to look around again. The hairs on the back of Obi-Wan's neck stand erect, prickling along his skin. He's been staring at the same bag of chips for over a minute now. But he will remember the heat of Anakin's mouth and the heavy grip of his hands. Obi-Wan won't remember much after this night. He licks Obi-Wan's tears up, whispering promises as he sinks deeper into him. "Stop…"Īnakin kisses the corner of his mouth. ![]() "Please," Obi-Wan can't stop his hips from jerking up.
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