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With his pressurized helmet, Din can’t smell a thing. But that doesn’t stop his mind from conjuring all sorts of ideas of what Luke’s scent might be like, what his skin must taste like.
He should be used to seeing Luke like this, sweating and bleary-eyed. It’s been ten days since he learned that Skywalker was a pregnant omega. Yet it still shocks him to his core to see his careful Jedi composure stripped away. There’s something steely and stubborn beneath the outward vulnerability, a general resentment that he even needs Din’s help, that he’s in this situation at all.
The Force, Luke said, is preoccupied with creating life. The vessel of that life doesn’t often have a choice.
Still, tonight he’d asked for Din’s help, and that was a good sign. He’d pinged Din’s comlink, apologizing for the late hour. Even over the comms, Din could hear his telltale shallow breaths. Luke didn’t understand what was happening.
I shouldn’t be having a heat, should I? I’m already pregnant, he’d said, exasperated.
This is the part that Din was asked to stay and help with, the part that Senator Organa’s medical droids couldn’t fix. Luke’s symptoms are familiar – years of servicing Omega Mandalorians had taught him that.
Bonding was impossible among his covert. The helmets prevented them from securing the mating bite that would ultimately bind an omega with the alpha that bred them. But pregnancy was still a regular occurrence and often encouraged. Younglings, after all, were the bedrock of their culture.
The rub was biology. An unbonded, pregnant omega was vulnerable. Naturally, their body sought the ultimate security – an alpha mate. So the covert had made its own system of service alphas, available to the precious few omegas who wished a partner to help them through their heats or, more importantly, the feverish false-heats of their pregnancy.
It was why he could tell within minutes of landing on Ossus that something was different about Luke. The Omega had been sequestered in his hut, unable to meet with Din and Grogu at the appointed time, fumbling through an explanation of a mysterious illness while slumped over his dining table. Luke was in utter denial from the moment that Din pointed out how pregnant he smelled to the pronunciation of the diagnoses from his sister’s medroid.
Like a minor heat, Luke had explained with a strained voice over the comlink call. Feverish, aching… uncomfortable below.
“Yes,” Din had tried to reassure as he quickly made his way down the long hallway that connected his room to Luke’s highly secured suite. “It’s your body seeking a mate.”
When he heard Luke’s muffled groan in the background of the call, Din had pressurized his helmet. Now, in the room, he can see that Luke should’ve called him much earlier.
The feverish color of his cheeks has spread down across his chest and is now visible in the vee of his open tunic. He sits rigid in his bed, stubbornly clothed and cross legged, like he’d been trying to meditate the heat away. At Din’s entrance, he’d begun panting, clearly affected by his alpha scent, even when Din was fully clothed and helmeted.
“Take this,” Din says, pulling his cape off and handing it over. “I thought you were going to start the nest we talked about.”
Luke stiffly holds the cape in his hands, watching as Din pulls off his gloves and places them on an open shelf. “Haven’t gotten around to it yet,” Luke says, sounding strained.
Din sighs and goes to the suite’s attached fresher to wash his hands. Carefully, he takes even, filtered breaths through his helmet. Service to omegas, he reminds himself, is a selfless act. Caring for them, is caring for the next generation.
“This is the Way,” he whispers quietly to his reflection in the fresher mirror.
Luke is rocking on his bed when Din returns, bottom lip painfully bitten under teeth. His eyes instantly go to Din’s bare hands, and a whine escapes his mouth. His hands clench on the cloth of the cape.
Kriff, Din thinks as he sits next to Luke on the bed. Why is he denying his body’s needs?
Even when Din offers his wrist, Luke hesitates, mouth open in quick pants, his body sucking in as much alpha scent as it can.
I haven’t had a heat since I was sixteen years old, he’d explained, aghast at the results from the medroid. Luke had started taking suppressants early, readying himself for the Academy, for life as a pilot.
If Din hadn’t become familiar with the strange will of the Force since he’d met Grogu, he would’ve never believed him. Virgin conception? That was only something that happened in fairy tales or holoporn. Stories told to emphasize the purity of omegas.
But he knows now that the mystery of the Force is something he’s only at the edge of comprehending. And Luke Skywalker, is undeniably special.
“Your body is seeking an alpha,” Din tells Luke, holding his wrist out to him again. “Pregnancy makes you vulnerable.”
Luke’s eyes flicker at the wording, and his jaw jumps. Din sighs.
“You asked for my help. I’ve done this before, remember? I am very much aware that you could throw me across the room with a flick of your little finger.”
At that, Luke softens, brows coming together. “I wouldn’t do that,” he says, voice low.
Din takes a steadying breath and nudges his wrist forward until Luke finally grasps it in his hand and brings it to his face.
The change is immediate. Luke groans at the closer exposure to Din’s alpha pheromones, immediately pressing into Din’s hand, resting his cheek into the cup of Din’s palm and taking deep, huffing breaths from his wrist.
Din rearranges them after a few moments, sitting more comfortably against the headboard as Luke smells his fill. Right on schedule Luke tentatively peeks out his tongue and then freezes at the taste. The strength of Luke’s tug as he lets out a shuddering moan surprises Din, and he’s temporarily off-kilter when Luke begins lathing his tongue across his palm, wrist and fingers.
Never felt like this before, his treacherous animal brain tells him with each drag of Luke’s tongue sends sparks of heat down his spine. The special omega is so pleased with me.
Din shakes himself, annoyed at his lack of self control. Already he’s slumped down the headboard to press closer to Luke. It’s inexcusable. It’s been years since he’s serviced a pregnant omega, but he knows better.
He reigns himself in with some deep breaths, and manages to dampen the pulses of liquid heat that shake in his veins. He promised Luke and Senator Organa that he could do this. He’s only been allowed to stay because of his experience. It wouldn’t do to kriff it up the first time Luke reached out for help.
An unhappy, shallow whine issues from Luke’s mouth now, and he squirms beneath his layers of clothing.
Din clears his throat. “Luke,” he says, but the omega doesn’t respond. His brows are drawn together in a frustrated frown. His licks across Din’s palm are edged with teeth.
Suddenly, he sucks one of Din’s fingers into his mouth, tightening his hold on Din’s wrist as he lets out a low whine. Din bucks up, moaning low at the suckle of Luke’s mouth. Luke’s eyes snap open at the sound, and he releases Din’s finger.
“Please,” Luke whimpers, hand still tight around Din’s wrist. As he pants and whines, Din realizes that Luke doesn’t know what he’s asking for.
Despite all of his experience, danger prickles at the back of Din’s neck. He knows, he knows this is different than any other time he’s done this. Luke isn’t Mandalorian, isn’t used to being serviced, and hasn’t had any experience with an alpha.
And then there’s the awful fact, the undeniable truth, that Luke is the most desirable omega Din has ever come across. Beautiful and powerful and wise… it would be so nice to claim him.
Din needs to tread carefully. More than he ever has before.
“I can help,” Din says, thankful his helmet’s vocoder disguises the shameful desire in his voice. “But you’ll be more comfortable undressed.”
Glancing from Luke’s neck to his splayed open legs, Din swallows. The swell of Luke's pregnant belly isn’t quite visible under his thick black tunic, but the temptation to touch, to spread his scent across his softening chest and stomaching is too all-consuming.
Din clears his throat. “Just your…” he tugs at the waist of Luke’s pants and waits for him to catch on.
After a second of hesitation, Luke nods and lets Din pull his pants down, blushing at the wet slop they make when they hit the ground next to the bed.
He pulls his knees up and presses them together, still reluctant to let go. Din understands the sacrifice of dignity and vulnerability this moment needs. He keeps a reassuring hand on Luke’s naked knee while he waits, thankful for the quiet moment to take steadying breaths and prepare for what’s to come.
Luke presses his legs together and groans when a spasm takes over, more visible now that he’s half naked. The dribble of slick that pulses out of him soaks the sheets below him, and Din grits his teeth against the memory of omega scent. Cloying, sweet, perfectly formulated to entice any alpha in close proximity. He wonders how Luke would uniquely smell, taste, feel smeared against his skin. Without Din's leave, his hand tightens around Luke’s knee. They stare at each other.
“This is,” Luke swallows. Laughs weakly. “This is pathetic. Gods. This can’t be normal.”
And no, nothing about this situation has been normal, that’s true. But this part? Din has to reassure him.
“This is natural,” Din says, brushing his thumb along the soft hairs at the crest of Luke’s kneecap. “And I’m here to help you with whatever you need.”
Luke’s self-deprecating grimace goes wobbly for a moment, and he finally spreads his legs, revealing his red, hardened dick half tucked in the bottom of his tunic, his smallish balls adorned in fine curls, and his slick, reddened hole, lose and spasming with another gush of slick.
The desire is undeniable. It seizes Din’s mind for a moment; an alpha pleased with his omega’s submission. No one else, his alpha mind purrs, no one else has had him.
The moment he smelled pregnancy on Luke, an awful, selfish jealousy had begun building in his heart. Din hadn’t even known that Luke was an omega until that moment. But now, he knows. Din will be the first alpha to touch him. The insecurity of those first few days since he discovered the pregnancy melts away to pure lust.
He immediately presses a finger in, unthinking, intent on both the relief of his omega and the need to stake claim.
Luke’s response is swift. No longer fighting his instincts, his legs collapse open fully, his neck snaps back, and he shoves himself down onto Din’s finger, groaning beautifully.
“Gods yes,” he vocalizes, adding in a string of expletives in a variety of languages. It’s a gratifying response, and Din’s alpha mind revels in it.
“More, more,” Luke demands as he fucks himself on Din’s lone digit. He tries to use the headboard for leverage but quickly becomes frustrated with the angle.
Din attempts to steady himself, overwhelmed by the pull of Luke’s hole on his finger. He forgot the alluring temptation, the self-control required to not pin an omega down and feel that same hot pulsing around his cock.
But his even breathing is no use. He knows that feeling – knows how perfect it would be, pressed up against Luke’s pregnant body, claiming him as his own, promising to care for him, protect him, protect his pup, forever.
“Stop,” he says, both to his mind and Luke as he stalls his desperate thrusts.
At Luke’s frustrated whine, Din shushes him, removing his finger so he can rearrange them. He carefully lifts Luke’s ankles to his pauldrons, settling himself between Luke’s legs on his knees.
He eases his fingers back inside, two this time, palm and pads of his fingers upward. He scissors them inside and grinds the heel of his hand against the sensitive edges of Luke’s hole, the part that's trying to pull in a knot that isn’t there.
Luke bucks up and grinds down greedily, finally getting what he needs, continuously moaning with each thrust in of Din’s hand.
Din tries to focus, tries to remember his duty, but the motion, the punched out noise Luke makes at each grinding descend of his hand, inspires all sorts of lurid fantasies.
He imagines the pure relief of unlatching his under armor, letting his cock out of his pants and showing his omega what real satisfaction could feel like. He knows Luke would be impressed with it, knows it would be perfect for what he needs.
He wouldn’t be patient enough to pull off his belt and pants, he’d just release his cock and zip and slide right into Luke’s waiting hole. Luke is so slick, so open for him, ready to take him to the hilt. He wouldn’t need to hesitate; Luke is clearly desperate for it, and would want him to take.
Din imagines the feeling of them coupled together, moving in tandem. Snapping his hips into Luke until both of them were screaming – until he could fill Luke up with the hot endless pumps of his seed. More dangerously, he imagines reaching up and unlatching his helmet so he could finally breathe in the sweet scent of Luke’s pleasure, so that he could sink his teeth into the scent market at the side of Luke’s neck. Claim him, take him forever, care for him and his pup, devote his life to their care.
Luke gasps, and Din eyes snap up, surprised to see the omega’s eyes wide and nose flared. He looks almost like… almost like Din’s reckless thoughts have been communicated to him somehow. Like he can read Din’s mind.
“Din,” Luke gasps, and kriff his name. Din has never heard his name tumble forth from the desperate lips of an omega before. “I’m close,” he warns.
Remembering himself, Din nods and pumps his hand faster. He reaches up to slide his other hand around Luke’s neglected cock. The effect is immediate, Luke keens, humping into the tight tunnel of Din’s hand and back onto his fingers once, twice, before stiffening and coming – hard.
The watery pulses of Luke’s omega seed spill over Din’s fingers as his hole squeezes Din’s other hand again and again.
“That’s it, yes,” Din says, working Luke through the crest even as he heaves in breaths himself, desperate to taste, to smell. “Just like that. Amazing.”
Luke laughs between gulps of air, relief bringing tears to his eyes. He collapses back onto the bed, heaving a satisfied sigh, eyes drifting close. Carefully, Din removes his fingers from him and backs away. He shuffles to the refresher, ignoring the pulse, pulse, pulse of his own need, and focusing on cleaning his hands and getting a warm wet cloth for Luke.
When he returns, the omega is already half-asleep, barely able to keep his eyes open as Din wipes his body down and settles him under the bedding. When Din turns to discard the cloth, Luke’s hands shoot out and grab him around the wrist.
“Please stay,” he whimpers.
Din nods, weak, still hot in his desire, but at the softening, quieting face of his omega, he can’t say no.
He stands and begins the careful removal of his armor, gently setting each piece aside along with his flak vest until he’s down to the soft interior of his pants, shirt, socks and helmet. He lays down next to Luke, intending to give him space, but Luke immediately cuddles into him, draping his arm across Din’s middle.
When Luke snuffles into his neck, Din reaches and lowers his cowl enough that he can get to the scent marker on his neck. Immediately Luke settles his nose there, huffing in deep breaths as his heart rate slows and body goes slack. It does nothing to calm Din’s longing for Luke, but it does steady his body’s straining need. It moves into the background of his thoughts as he grows lazy with the pleasure that his omega is satiated and content.
He drifts, tension seeping from his body until he finally settles fully into Luke’s embrace. His thoughts inexplicably shift to his Razor Crest – the creeks it would make in hyperspace and the cold shelter of his bunk where he used to sleep. This bed is nothing like it, nor like the various beds he’s rented since flying the N-1 with Grogu. Getting used to sleeping with a warm baby on his chest is one thing; keeping himself controlled with an omega in heat is quite another.
He must fully fall asleep at some point, because he jolts awake at the feeling of a warm tongue repeatedly licking at his scent gland. Din’s cock instantly fills out, pressing against his protective under armor uncomfortably. Still hazy from sleep, Din tilts his head to allow his omega more access as he runs a hand down his back, annoyed by the fabric his bare hands encounter. He shoves it up without opening his eyes, caressing his omega’s hot skin, frowning at the raised scars he feels.
A gentle suck on his scent gland goes sharp when the omega bites down, and instantly, Din flips them, growl erupting from his throat. He squeezes the omega’s wrist where he’s pinned them above his head and grinds his clothed hips down on the omega.
Luke’s blue eyes stare up at him, wide in shock, perfect mouth popped open. Din grits his teeth as he remembers where he is.
“Don’t.” He shivers, rising up on his knees. “Don’t do that.”
The omegas he’s serviced before wore helmets and knew the rules, believed them wholly. They would never would’ve thought to tempt a service alpha like that, never would’ve been able to try. But Luke has never been with an alpha, and his pretty mouth is free to bite and suck.
“Sorry,” Luke responds, panting up at Din. “I don’t know… I think I need…”
“Yesss,” Din hisses out as he takes in the sight of Luke’s fevered skin and slick-stained thighs. His tunic has been rucked up, and his abdomen is exposed, just barely soft, just barely round –
Din tears his eyes away, tugging the bottom of Luke’s shirt down as he clears his throat. “Are you comfortable?” He asks as he shuffles down to the bottom of the bed. “Or would you prefer another position?”
Luke’s eyes are still wide, but there’s something dangerously sharp in them too, like he’s realized something. He pulls himself up to a sitting position against the headboard, looking calculating despite the haze of heat. Din can’t help the rush of lust that flows through him at the site of Luke’s hard cock bobbing at the movement and the dribble of slick that flows between his thighs.
“I want…” Luke starts, then stops to lick his lips. “Are you allowed to fuck me?”
Din freezes, thankful his helmet can hide his sharp inhale. “Allowed?” He asks, voice strangled.
Luke nods weakly. “Like. Is it against your Creed to… or?”
A strange laugh bursts from Din. “I used to service pregnant omegas so. Obviously not.”
Luke’s lips go thin at that, like what Din said annoyed him, but he nods. “Good. Please,” he says, sinking down into the pillows at the edge of the bed. “Let’s just get to it.”
Din stares at him for a moment, trying to think through the pounding alpha cadence of yes, yes, good omega, perfect omega, special omega, pregnant, protect, claim, take, fuck.
When he agreed to this, he knew that it could lead to intercourse; he’d done it before. But he can’t shake his earlier fear that this was a bad idea. After his instinctual response to Luke’s bite, Din feels more on guard.
“That’s probably… not a good idea,” he says as the alpha in him roars in protest.
A flash of annoyance – almost anger – breaks across Luke’s face. “So you only fuck Mandalorian omegas?”
Din balks. “No, I —“
“I’d be better,” Luke interrupts, hazy eyes suddenly sharp and teeth barred. “You could fuck me harder; I can take it. You know I’m stronger than whoever the kriff you’ve had before.”
Luke crawls forward across the bed and invades Din’s space. “I’ll be so good for you,” he says, a whine catching in this throat. “Please, Din. Please. I need you.”
The phrase shatters whatever hesitancy was keeping Din back. His omega needs him. Right now. He pushes Luke a little too hard, letting a pleased growl release when Luke submits easily, falling onto his back, lifting his legs. Din undoes the clasp and zipper of his pants clumsily, not able to look away from Luke’s exposed hole, pulsing and dripping with slick.
“ Mmmm yes,” Luke vocalizes when Din pulls down his pants and exposes his alpha cock. His lips part, tongue peeking out at the sight, like he wants to taste Din. For a moment, Din seriously considers it, stupid with lust enough to want to fuck Luke’s perfect mouth.
But before he can vocalize the idea, Luke has tugged him down and is wriggling, trying to line them up and desperately humping upward. His exposed, pregnant belly nudges against the tip of Din’s cock, and Din stops, fighting the roar of lust and protectiveness surging through him.
He bites his tongue as he stills Luke’s hips, blinking back the animal thoughts that have invaded his mind. Luke is pregnant, he reminds himself, a pregnant omega in need of help. Not his mate, not his… anything. He’s been asked to be here to fulfill a duty.
Taking a deep breath through his modulator, Din makes a decision. “On your knees,” he tells Luke, in a firm enough voice that he knows the omega will listen to, even in this state. “It’ll be more comfortable for you,” he explains.
Luke obeys quickly, flipping gracefully over and rising to his knees while keeping his forearms pressed down onto the bed. Din stares for a moment, simply enjoying the view of something he’s admittedly fantasized way too many times to count. Luke’s ass, on display, ready for him, dripping for him.
Luke’s moans are muffled by where he’s pressed his face into the bed, and another spasm gushes slick out of him to run down his thighs and legs. Din just wishes he could taste.
“Shh,” Din quiets him as he shuffles forward and lines up his cock with Luke’s hole. “It’s alright. I’ve got you.”
Then, he slides in, slowly for Luke’s comfort, even though he can feel he is more than ready for it. Din trembles with each inch, reminding himself sternly to not fuck into Luke right away, but wait for him to choose the pace. It doesn’t take much time; before he’s fully seated in his ass, Luke is already pulling forward and lowering himself back onto Din’s cock, setting a fast but deep rhythm, listening to his body’s needs and fulfilling the itch that Din knows an omega can only satisfy with an alpha’s cock in them.
When his knot catches slightly at Luke’s swallowing hole, Din pistons his hips, grabbing Luke’s sides and slamming into him, hard, much harder than he should. He’ll need the smell of the omega’s heat to fully inflate and finally achieve what Luke is after, but Din isn’t sure he should. Usually at this point, he’d let a little scent in, just enough to inflate him, but now Din hesitates.
What if Luke is too potent? What if he can’t stop himself? What if he finally feels tempted enough to take off his helmet and sink his teeth into Luke’s scent marker, claiming him forever?
Yes, yes, the Alpha purrs, and Din is horrified as he realizes he’s said it out loud. He can’t stop the words spilling from his mouth. “You’d be so perfect, such a beautiful, competent omega. So strong, taking my cock so well.”
Luke moans under him, bucking back at every thrust, clearly seeking what he needs. His prosthetic hand comes up and grabs Din by the thigh, squeezing hard as they move together. To stabilize them, Din wraps his hand around Luke’s waist and stupidly, selfishly, lets himself caress Luke’s pregnant belly.
“So beautiful like this,” Din grunts as his thrusts pick up. “If you were mine. Gods, you’d always be pregnant, always swollen with my pups. I’d take care of everyone. I’ll always take care of you. Do you want that? Come on, Omega. Luke, please say you want to carry my pups.”
“Yes!” Luke screams, slamming his prosthetic hand down on the bed, “Yes! Please. Fill me up. Breed me. Make me yours. Give me everything.”
A whine bursts from Din’s helmet, and he slams off the seal, letting the full brunt of Luke’s scent enter his sensors and take over his brain. His knot inflates immediately, his eyes roll back into his head, and he slams himself into Luke’s hole, sealing them together as he comes ropes of seed into his waiting body.
Luke chokes, shakes, and groans a low, satisfied sound before letting go, coming onto the sheets below. His pulsating internal orgasm spasms around Din’s cock, causing a second orgasm to overcome him, before he can finally take a breath.
He gingerly lowers them to the bed, curling around Luke’s sweating body, unable to stop his hands from roving over every inch of his skin. Possessively he pets at his tits, at his belly, his thighs and neck, desperate to cover him in his scent as his body gives its final few pulses of seed into this body.
Luke is asleep before Din softens and pulls out, worn out body finally content. When Din moves away, Luke mews in protest, but doesn’t move from where he’s curled up on the bed. The sight is incredibly gratifying. A well-fucked omega, bred, leaking Din’s come… it’s not respectful, not right, that Din is tempted to take a holovid to treasure forever, but still the impulse stays with him, even as he gets a warm cloth to clean Luke with and rearranges his nest so that he’s not sleeping on wet.
He should repressurize his helmet, he knows. The rational side of his brain overcame his instinct, but it might be too much to ask of his self-control if Luke were to wake up the same way that he did last time.
Still, Din wipes himself clean and spoons up against his omega, reveling just a little longer in the smell of their coupling. Filling up his helmet with their commingling scents, memorizing it, before pressurizing again, and curling around Luke’s body to sleep.
When he wakes, Luke is standing over him, hair wet and skin pink from the shower. The fever, Din can tell immediately, is passed.
“Alright?” Din asks, groggy as he sits up. His HUD tells him they slept a long time, nearly ten standard hours. He can’t remember the last time he slept so long and deep.
Luke nods, a half-smile tucked into the corner of his mouth. There’s some tension, Din can tell, in his posture. The morning after. Din’s too familiar with the embarrassment that some omega’s have after so much vulnerability. His training comes back to him as he slides off the bed and grabs his pants.
“Have you eaten?” Din asks, keeping his voice steady and unemotional. Project care but not pity. That was what nearly always worked. Keeping things professional, no matter what was said in a moment of passion.
Luke clears his throat. “Had a ration bar.”
Din tsks softly as he pulls on his belt. “That’s not enough. Need to refuel. I’ll send an order out if you like.”
“No–” Luke says quickly, then stops himself when Din looks over at him. “I mean. I can get my own breakfast.”
Din gives him a curt nod, and he finishes redressing and rearming himself in silence as Luke watches from the bed. His hair has curled up and gone frizzy by the time Din’s done, making him look strangely boyish.
“You’ll have to teach me,” Luke says when they’ve been staring at each other for a long time. “The order of how the pieces come on and off. Just in case.”
Din tilts his helmet. “In case of what?”
Luke blushes, and he turns his face away. He clears his throat again and says, “Thank you, Din. I had no idea how… I’m so grateful for your help.”
Something in Din’s belly flutters despite himself, and he takes a helpless step forward to where Luke is sitting. “I’m here for you,” he says, feeling like his tongue is thick in his mouth. “And the baby. Whatever you need.”
Luke opens his mouth to say something, but then stops himself, biting on his lip and nodding sharply. So Din returns it and walks out of his room.