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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
7,998
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
Xanatos pulled away and sighed. “I thought you had made a deciision.” He brushed back the auburn locks that clung lovingly to his lover’s forehead. Obi-Wan turned his head to place a kiss on Xanatos’ callused palm. His tongue flicked out to lap at the warm flesh and Xan moaned, yanking his hand away. “If you keep doing that, we’ll be right back to where we were a few minutes ago.”
Obi-Wan quirked one brow. “You’re a machine, Xan,” he whispered. “I think that trying to keep up with you will make me old before my time.”
Those words sparked a tiny flame of hope inside the fallen Jedi. “Will I get the chance to do that? To make you feel old and weary in my arms?” His eyes locked with Obi-Wan’s.
The younger man took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly before opening them to allow all of the feelings he had for Xanatos shine there. “Perhaps… If you want to,” he answered at last.
Xan groaned in response and rolled them so that he was leaning over his young lover. He rained kisses all over Obi-Wan’s face, murmuring words of devotion and love as he did so. “Yes, Obi-Wan…” he whispered. “Oh gods, yes…”
Obi-Wan held Xanatos’ head in his hands and brought their mouths together. The younger man’s tongue lashed at Xan’s lips, demanding entrance, which was sweetly and instantly granted. Their tongues intertwined, stroking against each other tenderly. Xanatos buried his hands in Obi-Wan’s hair, moaned his approval into the young man’s mouth, let his hips thrust subtly against the slim form of the man beneath him.
Gasping, Obi-Wan pulled away. “Wait…” he said, pushing against Xanatos. “Wait… There’s something else.”
A flicker of unease ran through the fallen Jedi at those words. “What?”
Rolling slightly to his side, Obi-Wan curled up and pressed his back against Xanatos. The older man moved so that he was spooned behind his lover, wrapping his warmth around him. His voice was as tender as his touch when he began to lightly stroke Obi-Wan’s belly and chest. “Tell me, little one,” he whispered.
There was a pause, and then Obi-Wan said softly, “You’ll be angry.”
Xanatos repressed the exasperated sigh that rose automatically to his lips, afraid that it would prevent Obi-Wan from telling him what that ‘something else’ was. “I won’t be angry,” he murmured against Obi-Wan’s ear. The younger man trembled at the heat of the breath caressing his skin.
“I…” he stopped and snuggled closer to Xan. “I want to warn Qui-Gon of what you saw in your vision.”
Xanatos’ hand stilled as his body went rigid at the words. That had not been what he was expecting. He had been sure that Obi-Wan would seek some promise from him, some sort of vow involving their future. Instead, the young man could only think of his former Master, the Jedi he had once served. Once again, Obi-Wan was thinking like a Jedi. A trickle of ice wended its way down Xanatos’ spine. “I see,” he answered evasively.
It was Obi-Wan who stiffened then, his muscles going tense within Xan’s embrace. “That’s a heartfelt response,” he mocked. “I give you the thing you’ve been campaigning for since you stole me, the reason you took me against my will, the goal you’ve had your eyes set on since you decided to make yourself my lover and the thing you’ve pursued with every stroke inside of me, and you say ‘I see’!”
Obi-Wan pulled away and jumped out of the bed. “Well, I can see I was very much mistaken if I thought you actually cared for me!” His fists clenched at his sides. “I thought I was more than just a fuck, but you’ve shown me how very wrong I was.” Angrily, he searched for his clothes and began to tug on a pair of pants.
Xanatos stared in dismay at him for a moment, and then he got out of bed as well and went to his angry young lover. Xan wrapped his arms around the struggling Obi-Wan and began to whisper soothing sounds in his ear. But Obi-Wan was having none of it and he started to struggle in earnest, his hand coming up to yank hard on Xanatos’ hair. The older man yelped at the sudden, unexpected pain and shoved Obi-Wan away from him, his own anger now growing.
“You better watch it, brat,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “I may stop playing nice if you keep that up.”
Obi-Wan glared at him just before bringing his fist up to connect with Xan’s chin. The older man staggered back at the blow, for he had not really believed that Obi-Wan would go through with it, though he had seen the promise of it in those raging eyes. He rubbed his chin and wiggled his jaw, his blue eyes locked on Obi-Wan’s face. The boy seemed as surprised by the hit as Xanatos and looked down at his own fist as if shocked to see it clenched, the knuckles still red and hurting. “You’re going to pay for that,” Xan promised as he moved toward the younger man.
The younger man took one look at Xan’s expression and grimaced. “I’m sorry, Xan, that was stupid of me…” he started. “I didn’t mean to-”
Whatever he might have said next was lost in the whoosh of air that left his lungs as Xanatos tackled and threw him to the floor. Xan straddled him and put his hands around Obi-Wan’s throat. “I could kill you,” he murmured, tightening his hands just slightly. “One quick twist of my hands and I’d break your neck.” He smiled coldly. “Or maybe I should just strangle you. They say it can be quite arousing.”
Swallowing hard, Obi-Wan gave a slight nod. “Yes, you could,” he agreed in a choked voice. Something shifted in the younger man’s expression and he smiled slightly, his hands coming up to rest over Xan’s.
Confusion swelled in Xanatos’ blue eyes and he frowned down at the younger man.
Obi-Wan wriggled beneath him and Xan felt the bulge forming in the young man’s leggings. “But you’d miss this,” he said as he thrust his hips up sharply. One hand moved to cup Xan’s cock. “And this…” he whispered. Obi-Wan’s other hand moved behind Xan’s neck and urged him down so that their lips could meet. Xanatos was too stunned at this swift change of tactics to protest. And then their mouths were pressed together, their breath mingling. /And this…/ Obi-Wan’s words echoed in his mind.
Just before he surrendered to the lust thundering through him, Xan sighed. /We’ll tell Qui-Gon together…./ he told his lover silently.
/Thank you, my love./
The endearment made Xan groan as he gathered Obi-Wan into his arms.
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Chapter 11
Xanatos pulled away and sighed. “I thought you had made a deciision.” He brushed back the auburn locks that clung lovingly to his lover’s forehead. Obi-Wan turned his head to place a kiss on Xanatos’ callused palm. His tongue flicked out to lap at the warm flesh and Xan moaned, yanking his hand away. “If you keep doing that, we’ll be right back to where we were a few minutes ago.”
Obi-Wan quirked one brow. “You’re a machine, Xan,” he whispered. “I think that trying to keep up with you will make me old before my time.”
Those words sparked a tiny flame of hope inside the fallen Jedi. “Will I get the chance to do that? To make you feel old and weary in my arms?” His eyes locked with Obi-Wan’s.
The younger man took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly before opening them to allow all of the feelings he had for Xanatos shine there. “Perhaps… If you want to,” he answered at last.
Xan groaned in response and rolled them so that he was leaning over his young lover. He rained kisses all over Obi-Wan’s face, murmuring words of devotion and love as he did so. “Yes, Obi-Wan…” he whispered. “Oh gods, yes…”
Obi-Wan held Xanatos’ head in his hands and brought their mouths together. The younger man’s tongue lashed at Xan’s lips, demanding entrance, which was sweetly and instantly granted. Their tongues intertwined, stroking against each other tenderly. Xanatos buried his hands in Obi-Wan’s hair, moaned his approval into the young man’s mouth, let his hips thrust subtly against the slim form of the man beneath him.
Gasping, Obi-Wan pulled away. “Wait…” he said, pushing against Xanatos. “Wait… There’s something else.”
A flicker of unease ran through the fallen Jedi at those words. “What?”
Rolling slightly to his side, Obi-Wan curled up and pressed his back against Xanatos. The older man moved so that he was spooned behind his lover, wrapping his warmth around him. His voice was as tender as his touch when he began to lightly stroke Obi-Wan’s belly and chest. “Tell me, little one,” he whispered.
There was a pause, and then Obi-Wan said softly, “You’ll be angry.”
Xanatos repressed the exasperated sigh that rose automatically to his lips, afraid that it would prevent Obi-Wan from telling him what that ‘something else’ was. “I won’t be angry,” he murmured against Obi-Wan’s ear. The younger man trembled at the heat of the breath caressing his skin.
“I…” he stopped and snuggled closer to Xan. “I want to warn Qui-Gon of what you saw in your vision.”
Xanatos’ hand stilled as his body went rigid at the words. That had not been what he was expecting. He had been sure that Obi-Wan would seek some promise from him, some sort of vow involving their future. Instead, the young man could only think of his former Master, the Jedi he had once served. Once again, Obi-Wan was thinking like a Jedi. A trickle of ice wended its way down Xanatos’ spine. “I see,” he answered evasively.
It was Obi-Wan who stiffened then, his muscles going tense within Xan’s embrace. “That’s a heartfelt response,” he mocked. “I give you the thing you’ve been campaigning for since you stole me, the reason you took me against my will, the goal you’ve had your eyes set on since you decided to make yourself my lover and the thing you’ve pursued with every stroke inside of me, and you say ‘I see’!”
Obi-Wan pulled away and jumped out of the bed. “Well, I can see I was very much mistaken if I thought you actually cared for me!” His fists clenched at his sides. “I thought I was more than just a fuck, but you’ve shown me how very wrong I was.” Angrily, he searched for his clothes and began to tug on a pair of pants.
Xanatos stared in dismay at him for a moment, and then he got out of bed as well and went to his angry young lover. Xan wrapped his arms around the struggling Obi-Wan and began to whisper soothing sounds in his ear. But Obi-Wan was having none of it and he started to struggle in earnest, his hand coming up to yank hard on Xanatos’ hair. The older man yelped at the sudden, unexpected pain and shoved Obi-Wan away from him, his own anger now growing.
“You better watch it, brat,” he said in a low, dangerous voice. “I may stop playing nice if you keep that up.”
Obi-Wan glared at him just before bringing his fist up to connect with Xan’s chin. The older man staggered back at the blow, for he had not really believed that Obi-Wan would go through with it, though he had seen the promise of it in those raging eyes. He rubbed his chin and wiggled his jaw, his blue eyes locked on Obi-Wan’s face. The boy seemed as surprised by the hit as Xanatos and looked down at his own fist as if shocked to see it clenched, the knuckles still red and hurting. “You’re going to pay for that,” Xan promised as he moved toward the younger man.
The younger man took one look at Xan’s expression and grimaced. “I’m sorry, Xan, that was stupid of me…” he started. “I didn’t mean to-”
Whatever he might have said next was lost in the whoosh of air that left his lungs as Xanatos tackled and threw him to the floor. Xan straddled him and put his hands around Obi-Wan’s throat. “I could kill you,” he murmured, tightening his hands just slightly. “One quick twist of my hands and I’d break your neck.” He smiled coldly. “Or maybe I should just strangle you. They say it can be quite arousing.”
Swallowing hard, Obi-Wan gave a slight nod. “Yes, you could,” he agreed in a choked voice. Something shifted in the younger man’s expression and he smiled slightly, his hands coming up to rest over Xan’s.
Confusion swelled in Xanatos’ blue eyes and he frowned down at the younger man.
Obi-Wan wriggled beneath him and Xan felt the bulge forming in the young man’s leggings. “But you’d miss this,” he said as he thrust his hips up sharply. One hand moved to cup Xan’s cock. “And this…” he whispered. Obi-Wan’s other hand moved behind Xan’s neck and urged him down so that their lips could meet. Xanatos was too stunned at this swift change of tactics to protest. And then their mouths were pressed together, their breath mingling. /And this…/ Obi-Wan’s words echoed in his mind.
Just before he surrendered to the lust thundering through him, Xan sighed. /We’ll tell Qui-Gon together…./ he told his lover silently.
/Thank you, my love./
The endearment made Xan groan as he gathered Obi-Wan into his arms.
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