Clutching My Cure

note: A surprising turn of events in this post. Warning of M/M/M!


Chapter Fourteen


Xanatos pushed the bottle away with a snarl of disgust and stood, only to find the room spinning around him. Resting a steadying hand on the top of the desk, he shook his head in an attempt to clear the fog that seemed to have him in its grip. Once he was fairly certain that he could walk without falling over, he exited the office and began the short trek to the prisoner’s lavish cell.

His employees took one look a their boss as he weaved his way down the halls, a hand braced against the wall for support, before hastily averting their gazes. They’d all served him long enough to know when to pretend ignorance and this was most certainly one of those times. No word would ever be mentioned of his wrinkled clothes, bare feet and mussed hair. Nor would his mumbled ramblings be brought to light. He paid them well and in return received complete devotion and obedience.

Xanatos palmed the door controls and nearly succeeded in falling as it slid open with a hiss. Righting himself, bleary gaze slowly scanned the room in search of their Jedi guest. He’d made a point of avoiding the young man all day, content to let Obi-Wan torment Chun anyway he wanted to. Instead, Xanatos had drunk himself into a stupor as to avoid the jealousy that burned in his gut as he imagined just how his young lover was entertaining the Jedi.

A head capped with shockingly white spikes of hair suddenly popped up from amid a pile of pillows that littered the floor. Overly bright, blue eyes ran over him with approval, full lips curling into an almost feral smile. Xanatos’ own eyes widened as the young Jedi pushed himself to his knees, a pair of obscenely broad, bare, shoulders and a wide, smooth, tanned chest coming into view. What was even more surprising was the pair of gossamer fine pants that hung low and revealed trim hips and well defined abdominal muscles. Chun was dressed up like a well trained pleasure slave, a fact that brought bile to the back of Xanatos’ throat.

“What the hell are you doing running around dressed like that? Who gave you those rags?”

A pout marred the handsome features, Xanatos eyes drawn to the hand that was currently brushing the Jedi’s long padawan braid against a naked nipple. His mouth grew dry as the dark nub hardened before his very eyes.

“You don’t like them?” Releasing his braid, Bruck’s gaze locked with Xanatos as he hooked his thumbs on either side of the pants and pulled them down with sensuous slowness. “Let me get rid of them then.”

Xanatos watched in fascination as he was gifted with a full view of an impressive cock. Pants bunched around his knees, Bruck grasped the organ and began to fondle himself, eyes slit in pleasure remaining focused on the fallen Jedi.

“What the blazes has he done to you?” His hoarsely spoken query elicited a throaty chuckle from the young man.

“I’ve given him the freedom to explore everything the Jedi have denied him all these years.”

Xanatos didn’t turn as his lover spoke from behind him. Instead he forced himself to watch as Chun’s face lit up with undisguised desire as he focused his attention on Obi-Wan. The younger man moved around Xanatos in order to reach his childhood nemesis side. A hand reached out to stroke the blond spikes of hair, Bruck staring up with a pleading look as the hand slowly drifted down to clasp his chin.

“Can’t you feel the driving need for release he’s projecting?” Obi-Wan smiled almost sadly at the man who knelt at his feet.

Xanatos hated the jealousy that gnawed at him and effectively sobered him up. “And how exactly have you managed to convince him to forget his training?”

Obi-Wan shot him a sideways glance, an eyelid lowering in a conspiratorial wink. “Your scientists were kind enough to provide me with a new drug they’ve been experimenting with. On top of that I added a mild aphrodisiac that helps with the inhibition issues all Jedi seem to suffer from.”

“And now what? What do you plan to do with him next?” Even as the words left his lips, Xanatos dreaded the answer.

Bruck was currently preoccupied with burying his face in Obi-Wan’s belly as he continued to stroke himself. Guttural moans floated across the room to Xanatos ears, the fallen Jedi watching unflinchingly as his lover stroked Chun’s sweaty hair.

“I was trying to imagine what would hurt Jinn more than anything and I could come up with one thing for certain. What do you imagine his reaction would be if he arrived, only to discover his beloved apprentice had been thoroughly debauched by us? Even better, what if said apprentice had no desire to return to the sterile life of a Jedi?”

“Impressive!” Xanatos reply was genuine, the deviousness of Obi-Wan’s plan one to be admired. “And I suppose you offer to do the actual debauching?”

Obi-Wan turned toward him, his expression solemn and apologetic at the same time. “Actually I was going to give you the honor of breaking him in. Payback for what you walked in on the other day.”

Xanatos knew it was Obi-Wan’s way of mending the breach that had widened between them. “I think since it is his first time we should take his feelings into consideration. You’re the one he desires, not me.”

Doubt flashed in the luminous orbs. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

Xanatos gaze dropped down to where the young Jedi was clutching tightly to one of Obi-Wan’s thighs with his free hand as he struggled to find release. The drugs coursing through Chun’s veins were no doubt making him feel as if he could crawl out of his skin. His inexperience in sexual matters was only hindering his efforts to reach orgasm. Neither of the fallen Jedi considered himself to be unnecessarily cruel, which prompted Xanatos next words.

“Actually, perhaps we should both initiate him into the pleasures of the flesh.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened almost comically at the unexpected suggestion. It didn’t take long however for the initial surprise to morph into a mixture of excitement and desire, especially when Xanatos began to strip out of his clothes. His body immediately hardening at the sight of his lovers pale skin, Obi-Wan tore his own shirt off and unbuttoned his pants. Grasping Bruck’s shoulders, he put some distance between them before shooting a now naked Xanatos a questioning glance.

“Go ahead,” was the immediate response to his unspoken query. “Help him.”

Searching the sapphire orbs, the younger man only proceeded when he was certain his lover was okay with the situation. Stepping out of his pants, Obi-Wan knelt down in front of Bruck, pulling his nemesis’s hand away from what had to be a painfully hard erection. Blue eyes were glazed with the drugs and desire as they met his, a plea in their depths.

“Lay back,” Obi-Wan ordered, gently pushing the other man back onto a pile of pillows.

Bruck obeyed, his hands clenching as he watched Obi-Wan remove the bunched up pants that were still down around his knees. The fallen Jedi wasted no time in pushing his legs apart, before settling in between them. Bruck arched off the floor as the warm mouth engulfed his cock, a strangled gasp echoing in the room. It was a matter of minutes before Bruck reached orgasm, his already over sensitized body helpless against the combined force of Obi-Wan’s skill and the emotions he felt toward the fallen Jedi. Obi-Wan pulled away just in time, Bruck releasing in his hand rather than his mouth.

Xanatos was touched by the gesture, knowing his young lover was sending him a heart felt message. Calling the bottle of oil that sat on a nearby table to his hand, Xanatos moved toward the two men, dropping to his knees behind Obi-Wan. The younger man shifted in order to accept both a dollop of the oil and the open mouthed kiss Xanatos had for him. By the time they pulled away, both men were highly aroused and breathing heavily. They exchanged a silent look of deep communication before Obi-Wan turned toward the still quivering Jedi.

“You have to ask for this Bruck. Regardless of the drugs I gave you, you still have the right to refuse this. Just remember that all we’re offering is a few hours of pleasure, not anything long term,” Obi-Wan warned.

Clearly torn, Bruck’s gave traveled between the two men before locking with Obi-Wan’s. “Please.”

Strangely moved by the softly spoken plea, as well as the emotions plainly visible in Chun’s eyes, Obi-Wan offered him a reassuring smile and began to prepare the Jedi’s body for what was to come. Bruck’s initial hiss of pain gradually turned to moans of pleasure as his body was loosened and worked into a near fevered state of passion. By the time Obi-Wan guided his own rampant shaft to its destination, Bruck was impaling himself, hands dragging his one time nemesis close for a passionate kiss. He was oblivious as Obi-Wan readjusted his legs for better access until it caused the one time Jedi to slid in even deeper, tearing a cry of pleasure from his throat.

It took great control for Obi-Wan to remain still as Xanatos took up his own position, sliding into his lover with care. It was difficult to find a rhythm that worked for each of them, but with patience and persistence, all three were soon moving in tandem. The room was soon filled with sighs and gasps of pleasure as they kissed, stroked and savored one another.

Bruck shouted his completion first, Obi-Wan and Xanatos following soon after before collapsing in a pile. The remainder of the night would find them repeating the activity in various forms, the two fallen Jedi somehow finding their way back to one another with the unknowing aid of their captive.