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Din was pacing around the cockpit area, his mind unfocused. He didn't know what to do. Other than this that is. Boba was sitting in the pilot chair, even though the course and autopilot were set. It seemed like that Alpha didn't like to abandon the spot, and Din decided to stick around with him. Cara and Fennec were roaming around the ship, talking about nonsense, but Din needed peace, and an Alpha too. No matter how much Din wanted to deny this, it was making him feel a little bit better. Even though his helmet was blocking a lot of smell, he was able to pick some of it, and Boba's smell was just divine. He smelled of sun and smoke, of pure dominance. Din didn't know many Alphas, but none of those he had ever come across smelled even close to that.
So Din stuck close to Fett, trying to be around the Alpha, but not disturbing him. He had so much on his mind, that angering the Alpha would be just too much. Especially that he liked Fett, but not only as a person. He seemed like a good potential mate, like someone Din could trust, with his love and trust. He didn't dwell much on it. Boba didn't even make a move towards him yet, and it was usually Alpha's job to start the courting. Din had made the mistake once in the past.
He was still rather young at that point, and he knew genuinely nothing about his own dynamic, let alone other ones. He stumbled upon the biggest Alpha in the covert, and he thought that he had a chance. It didn't even occur to him, that he shouldn't just go to him and ask. So he did exactly that. He went to Paz of the clan Vizsla and asked him to be his mate. He had never felt this embarrassed. The utter shame of everyone knowing he had been rejected was a terrible experience. Not to mention the weird glances he got, like he was the odd one out. The quirky Omega, who knew nothing about the traditions.
So Din didn't plan to do anything like that. Sure, he had eyes for Fett, and he would really like to get to know him better, but he won't make the first move.
"Maybe go and relax a bit" Boba's tone was calm and very careful, and yet it had startled him. He jumped a little, looking at the Alpha, who was openly watching him, apparently for a longer while.
"Why?" it was pointless. His child was gone, his tribe was gone, even his ship was gone. He had nothing left, even the stupid nest he had never cared about was gone. He had grown fonder of it in the past few weeks. Trying to make it plushier, nicer, for his ad'ika, and it was all gone. His hard work, his only source of comfort. Out of all sudden he felt even worse, especially when he saw Boba scrunching his face even harder, his shoulders tense.
"Your smell is a little bit... distracting" Din squeezed his eyes shut, trying to calm down. His smell must have been just as terrible, as he felt. He didn't even think about the influence it had on the Alpha. Fett probably kept sensing a distressed Omega, and felt even worse for not being able to do anything with it.
Din whimpered. He couldn't control it, he felt like his body was betraying him. Not only he was a terrible Omega, who let his child be taken, but now an Alpha was disappointed with him. Fett's head snapped at the sound, and Din felt even worse. Now, not only was he disappointing the Alpha, he was bothering him too.
"Everything fine?" this low, raspy voice sent chills down Din's spine. He sincerely couldn't remember the last time any Alpha had such an impact on him.
"Y-yeah" his voice shook, and the other man didn't seem convinced. Boba kept shifting in his seat clearly uncomfortable.
"You seem stressed" his voice was tight, lingering with worry, and the Omega inside Din twitched with hope and happiness, that the Alpha cared for him, and maybe, just maybe was willing to help him. It made Din feel a little better.
He wanted to say something, but nothing seemed fitting enough. Some ungodly mash-ups of words left his mouth, and he felt even more embarrassed than before. Fett, on the other hand, seemed more certain in his actions. He opened his arms wide in an inviting manner, clearly wanting the Omega in his lap.
"Come on" Din froze. He couldn't mean that. Din was not mated, but it didn't mean he was up for something. He was interested in Boba, just not now. Not when his child was away from him. "It doesn't mean anything. I just want to help" Fett must have sensed his panic.
Din thought about it for a second, and got up on his shaky legs. He kept repeating himself, that it will help them both. A few steps, and he found himself on older's man lap. It was weird, his armoured body not really fitting in the chair with the bounty hunter.
Boba, wrapped his arms around the Omega's smaller form, and Din immediately felt wrong, trapped. It wasn't any of the Alphas he had grown up with, and he felt bad, as tough he was betraying something, someone. He almost got up, and left, but Fett growled.
Well, he didn't growl exactly. It took Din a second to register. Boba was crooning. He immediately pressed himself closer to the Alpha, feeling the vibrations with his own body. It made him feel so light. The comforting sound was a promise, that the Alpha was willing to take care of him.
He kept pushing on Boba, he needed to get closer, to feel more of this lovely comfort. It felt so good, and yet made him feel so bad. He shouldn't be doing this. He was a Mandalorian, a warrior. He didn't need anyone's comfort. It was surely making him look weak. Maybe that's why Paz had rejected him. Another small whimper escaped his mouth, and Boba squeezed him even harder, his crooning not stopping even for a moment.
"Everything will be fine. We will get your kid back" Boba's voice was a deep rumble. Din straightened himself up a bit, wriggling in Fett's lap to get more comfortable.
He got so drugged on the sensation, that he did the only thing he had sworn not to do ever again.
"Will you scent me?" He knew what it meant, it was a clear invitation to courting. In some cultures, it meant even more than that, but he just needed it now. He was lacking the Alpha's smell. His helmet was blocking most of it, and the crooning on itself wasn't enough.
"Of course. Anything you want" Boba said, and Din felt like he could breathe again. There was a slight hesitation in his tone, as though he wanted to say something more, but stopped himself.
"I'll take the helmet off, but you can't look at my face. Can you promise me that?" Din's voice was full of hope, as he looked deep into Boba's eyes. He wished that Fett understood just how much it meant to Din.
"You can trust me"
His tone was so sincere, that Din didn't doubt even for a second that he was being honest. It was a good start. A start of something they could have, as soon as they get the child back.