Clutching My Cure

Chapter Thirteen

Obi-Wan was brought to his senses when he felt a brief wave of hurt through the Dark bond he shared with Xanatos. Tearing his lips away from Chun’s, he struggled for breath and put distance between them, studying his nemesis. Bruck’s lips were parted and swollen, his tanned muscular chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. His eyelids lifted to reveal passion glazed blue eyes, a frown furrowing his brow.

A wave of self-disgust flowed over Obi-Wan as he removed his hand from the Jedi’s bulging erection. Eyes widening as he watched his enemy begin to turn away, Bruck jerked forward against his chains.

"You rotten bastard! You’re just going to leave me in this state?"

Obi-Wan lowered his head and swallowed, hands balled into fists. "I shouldn’t have done that."

Even with the Force suppressing collar, he could feel the waves of anger and frustration that Bruck was projecting. With a muttered curse he strode back and roughly pulled the Jedi’s pants open, a hand reaching in to release an impressive erection. Ignoring Bruck’s hiss, he began to work the other man to a swift release, a strangled roar accompanying the stream of semen that squirted over his hand. Wiping it away on the Jedi’s tunic, Obi-Wan rezipped Bruck’s pants and hurried from the room without a backwards glance.

Striding down the hallways, Obi-Wan felt a weight settle into the middle of his chest. He was a fool of the worst kind! Xanatos left him alone with Chun for five minutes and he ended up in a passionate embrace with his enemy. Even worse, his body had done everything it could to warn him of what an idiot he was being. Not once during the encounter had he even become physically aroused. His reactions had been forced, an act to try and convince himself that what he experienced when in bed with deCrion was nothing more than sex and could be duplicated with anyone.

Obi-Wan didn’t even want to think about the emotions he’d felt through the bond. Xanatos must have somehow sensed what was going on between his lover and Chun. He was surprised at the feeling of fear that propelled him down the hallways, toward his lovers office. He needed to look into Xanatos eyes, to feel the fallen Jedi’s arms around him before he’d know for certain that he hadn’t blown things.

Xanatos massive bodyguard took one look at the young man’s face and threw the door open without a word. Obi-Wan swept inside, his gaze quickly zeroing in on the figure who stood staring out of the large bay window, hands clasped behind his back. Halting mere inches behind the tense back, he stared at Xanatos reflection in the glass, his heart dropping when he saw the cold set of the handsome features.

"I….I’m sorry. Nothing happened."

Silence, deafening, and frightening. Obi-Wan rested his hands on broad shoulders, only to have them shaken off. "Say something!"

Icy sapphire eyes shifted to meet his in the glass. "Nothing? I walked in to find you with your tongue down his throat and his cock in your hand and you have the gall to stand there and tell me nothing happened?"

A betraying blush stained Obi-Wan’s cheeks, his gaze falling before Xanatos accusing one. "Okay, we kissed and fondled but I stopped before it went any further."

Xanatos spun around so quickly, Obi-Wan took an involuntary step backwards. He lifted his head in defiance as that cold stare took a slow and thorough perusal of his body, an ebony eyebrow lifting. A pale long fingered hand reached out to point at a spot on Obi-Wan’s dark pants. Glancing down in confusion, his heart dropped when he saw the betraying stain that had captured his lovers attention.

"I couldn’t just leave him hard and wanting. I jerked him off with my hand and then hurried here," he admitted curtly.

The hand lifted to capture his chin and force his head up. A thumb stroked his dimpled chin before slowly moving over to brush the smooth skin of his cheek. Eyes half closed, Obi-Wan leaned into the caress, loving the feel of the calloused hand against his skin.

"So beautiful," Xanatos murmured almost wistfully. "And so deceptively clever."

Eyes snapping open in shock at the coolly spoken words, Obi-Wan watched as Xanatos moved around him and took a seat at his desk. Turning to face his lover, he remained silent as Xanatos began to casually flip through a pile of flimsi sheets.

"It doesn’t matter what happened. As you’re so fond of reminding me, I don’t own you and you’re free to fuck whoever you fancy." The words lacked any emotion, as did the expression on the fallen Jedi’s face. "I sent men to bring Jinn here. The sooner we settle this, the sooner we can part company."

Panicked by the surprise announcement, Obi-Wan hurried forward to stand over his lover. "If you want to punish me for what I almost did, beat me. Don’t just turn all cold and pretend there’s nothing between us."

Xanatos briefly lifted his glance. "And what exactly is there between us, brat? It’s just sex remember? Neither one of us will have any trouble getting it elsewhere."

Dumbfounded as the older man returned to his work, Obi-Wan’s anger and frustration began to boil to the surface. He slammed a hand down on top of the sheet Xanatos appeared to be absorbed in, his eyes narrowing as the older man grew tense. The look directed at him was enough to give pause, but he brushed his worry aside and jerked the chair around to give himself better access. Stepping forward he settled on Xanatos lap, wiggling until he’d managed to straddle his lover, pinning him in the chair.

Ignoring the way Xanatos glared up at him in warning, Obi-Wan bent down and captured his lovers lips, using tongue and teeth to force his way inside. He only managed a few deft strokes of his tongue before hands cruelly grasped his arms and pushed him away.

"You taste of Jedi," Xanatos hissed in disgust, a hand reaching out to sweep the objects from off the desk.

Before Obi-Wan could form a suitable retort, he found himself lifted and almost slammed down on the desktop. As he struggled to sit up, Xanatos made quick work of divesting him of his boots and pants before undoing his own.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

Xanatos pulled his erection free, hands grasping the younger man’s legs and pulling them apart. Stepping in between them, he gave his wide-eyed lover a cold smile. "Giving you want you seem to love, casual sex that requires no emotional attachment. A nice hard ride between friends."

"Like hell..." Obi-Wan’s protest ended on a pained gasp as his lover plunged inside his unprepared body.

Ignoring hands that fought to push him away, Xanatos set up a steady pace, ruthless as he took his pleasure. Those hands were soon fisted in his hair as the younger man met his brutal thrusts with equal fury. This in no way resembled the love making that had taken place in this very spot mere days ago. This was sex in its rawest form, primal and savage as both men fought to bury feelings of hurt and jealousy. Recalling the image of his young lover entwined with the Jedi, Xanatos roared in anguish, shuddering in release as his lover followed seconds later.

"Are you finished?"

Xanatos jerked at the flatly spoken question, lifting his head to find Obi-Wan staring unblinkingly over his shoulder. Guilt and remorse flooded him for what he’d done, an apology hovering on his lips. It was stilled when the younger man shifted his eyes, something broken in the gaze carefully shielded.

"That wasn’t your best. Saving yourself for the reunion with Jinn?"

Xanatos flinched at the words, pulling out of Obi-Wan’s body with a harsh curse. While he readjusted his pants, he was aware of Obi-Wan as the young man slid off the desk and began to dress in sullen silence. He ached to reach out and pull his young lover close, to soothe the hurt he’d caused and beg for forgiveness. Jealousy kept him stubbornly silent as he watched Obi-Wan stride from the office, body stiff with anger.