Clutching My Cure
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
9,681
Reviews:
147
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Sixteen
*~~~ The young man was sprawled face down across the bed, sun streaming in from the window causing pale skin to glow and making blue-black hair gleam like an expensive onyx gem. It was obvious he was nude, the sheet barely covering a well rounded backside. Just gazing upon the fine specimen of manhood was enough to bring a rush of loving feelings to the voyeur‘s heart, and a flood of desire to his body.
Moving with feline like stealth, he slowly approached the slumbering beauty, dropping to his knees by the side of the bed. He reached out to grasp the long plait of ebony hair that hung over the side of the bed, calloused fingers gently smoothing it. It was a painful reminder of the forbidden nature of their relationship. Of the rules he’d broken in the name of love.
“Master?”
The sleep roughened quality to the smoky voice sent a shiver straight to his groin. His gaze met slumberous sapphire orbs, an unwilling smile of affection splitting his face. Almost against his will, he found himself leaning forward to press his lips against the younger man’s. Eyes drifting shut, he drank deeply of the mouth offered up to him, tongue stroking his lovers with unspoken reverence.
“Love you.”
His pledge was whispered in between kisses, Xanatos pulling away long enough to respond. “No matter what?”
The briefest of hesitations and then, “No matter what.” *~~
Qui-Gon was jerked back to the present by the sound of the door as it hissed open. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to open his eyes with a casualness he was far from feeling. A lump immediately formed in his throat as he found himself face-to-face with a flesh and blood version of his dream lover, the breath stilling in his lungs.
Time had been kind to his former apprentice, Xanatos’ teenage prettiness morphing into a mature beauty. His features were like those of a marble statue, cold and perfect in their symmetry. He’d obviously continued to train and exercise, his lean frame minus any excess weight as he glided into the room with an innate grace and sensuality. Even after all the years that had passed, Qui-Gon’s body reacted to the sight of the younger man as if mere days stood between them. Xanatos was still a fever that burned him from the inside out, threatening to consume him.
The fallen Jedi stood an arms length away, staring down at him with guarded eyes. Soon the silence between them grew unsettling, prompting him to speak in order to break the spell.
“I assume my apprentice is alive and well?”
A subtle flaring of nostrils was the only visible sign Xanatos gave to indicate his displeasure with the greeting. “For now. My interest in the pup was merely a way to draw you in. His fate lies in someone else’s hands.”
Frowning in confusion, Qui-Gon was careful to conceal his relief at knowing Bruck was alright. “This someone being?”
A chilling smile curved full lips at his query. “All in good time my old Master. For the moment we should spend time catching up, don’t you think?”
“I hardly think you care how I’ve spent the years, Xanatos.” Qui-Gon couldn’t repress the longing that filled his gaze as he studied the younger man. “You look well. Being a business man seems to suit you.”
A careless shrug. “I’ve done well without the cloying training I received from the Jedi. I must admit that I was surprised when I met your apprentice. I was expecting to see that pretty little pet you had with you on Bandomeer. What was his name?”
Emotions chased across the Jedi Master’s face, guilt, regret and something that may have been sadness. Pale blue eyes took on a far away look as Qui-Gon shifted uneasily in the chair. “Obi-Wan Kenobi was his name.”
“Ah yes, Obi-Wan.” Xanatos watched his former mentor closely. “What happened to the boy?”
“He….He left the Jedi,” Qui-Gon replied, voice cracking with emotion.
“Odd. From everything I’d been able to dig up on him, being a Jedi was the most important thing in the boy’s life. What could possibly have made him walk away from it all?”
Clearing his throat, Qui-Gon faced the younger man with a closed expression. “What reason can you possibly have for asking these questions? What do you want Xanatos?”
A low throaty chuckle greeted his clipped words as Xanatos slowly moved closer. Qui-Gon pressed back in the chair as his tormentor rested his hands on the armrests and bent over him. Strands of the curtain of silken hair tickled his nose, the familiar scent he associated with Xanatos teasing his senses.
“Answers Jinn. One in particular. You made a promise to me while we were together, do you remember what it was?”
Qui-Gon’s eyes widened in shock, locking on the deep sapphires ones of his former lover. He had to wonder if it were coincidence that Xanatos brought up the very memory that had been tormenting him, or if his shields had inadvertently slipped without his knowledge.
“Yes,” he whispered in an aching voice.
Xanatos pressed his advantage, lips hovering over the Jedi Master’s. “You vowed that day to love me no matter what. My question is, why was it so easy for you to break that promise? Was it all a lie?”
“No!” Flinching at the sound of his nearly desperate voice, Qui-Gon shook his head vehemently. “I never stopped loving you. Not even when you pulled your weapon on me and walked away from the Order.”
“Interesting.” Xanatos captured the older man’s lips with his own, using his tongue to press into the warm cavern. Jinn tasted the same as he had all those years ago, like a fine, expensive wine at the peak of its aging. His advances were welcomed and returned with fervor, low moans of sobbing delight issuing from deep in the Jedi’s throat. The encounter brought back of flood of memories and had his eyes burning with tears.
When he pulled away, Qui-Gon muttered a gasp of protest. Smiling almost sadly, Xanatos gently pressed his fingers to the passion swollen lips as he took a minute to study his former lover. He had loved this man, but that love had been of a child and intertwined with too many other conflicted emotions. Duty, devotion and gratitude had fought for the upper hand in his mind and heart. Only now, with Obi-Wan, did he understand what it meant to love totally and without reserve.
Qui-Gon Jinn was the past. Obi-Wan Kenobi was the future.
That realization made it easier for him to let go and do what had to be done.
“I have a gift for you, my old Master.”
Ignoring the passion laden eyes that watched him, Xanatos stepped back and activated a button on his belt. Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited in stony silence for the arrival of his young lover and their other Jedi captive.
*~~~ The young man was sprawled face down across the bed, sun streaming in from the window causing pale skin to glow and making blue-black hair gleam like an expensive onyx gem. It was obvious he was nude, the sheet barely covering a well rounded backside. Just gazing upon the fine specimen of manhood was enough to bring a rush of loving feelings to the voyeur‘s heart, and a flood of desire to his body.
Moving with feline like stealth, he slowly approached the slumbering beauty, dropping to his knees by the side of the bed. He reached out to grasp the long plait of ebony hair that hung over the side of the bed, calloused fingers gently smoothing it. It was a painful reminder of the forbidden nature of their relationship. Of the rules he’d broken in the name of love.
“Master?”
The sleep roughened quality to the smoky voice sent a shiver straight to his groin. His gaze met slumberous sapphire orbs, an unwilling smile of affection splitting his face. Almost against his will, he found himself leaning forward to press his lips against the younger man’s. Eyes drifting shut, he drank deeply of the mouth offered up to him, tongue stroking his lovers with unspoken reverence.
“Love you.”
His pledge was whispered in between kisses, Xanatos pulling away long enough to respond. “No matter what?”
The briefest of hesitations and then, “No matter what.” *~~
Qui-Gon was jerked back to the present by the sound of the door as it hissed open. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to open his eyes with a casualness he was far from feeling. A lump immediately formed in his throat as he found himself face-to-face with a flesh and blood version of his dream lover, the breath stilling in his lungs.
Time had been kind to his former apprentice, Xanatos’ teenage prettiness morphing into a mature beauty. His features were like those of a marble statue, cold and perfect in their symmetry. He’d obviously continued to train and exercise, his lean frame minus any excess weight as he glided into the room with an innate grace and sensuality. Even after all the years that had passed, Qui-Gon’s body reacted to the sight of the younger man as if mere days stood between them. Xanatos was still a fever that burned him from the inside out, threatening to consume him.
The fallen Jedi stood an arms length away, staring down at him with guarded eyes. Soon the silence between them grew unsettling, prompting him to speak in order to break the spell.
“I assume my apprentice is alive and well?”
A subtle flaring of nostrils was the only visible sign Xanatos gave to indicate his displeasure with the greeting. “For now. My interest in the pup was merely a way to draw you in. His fate lies in someone else’s hands.”
Frowning in confusion, Qui-Gon was careful to conceal his relief at knowing Bruck was alright. “This someone being?”
A chilling smile curved full lips at his query. “All in good time my old Master. For the moment we should spend time catching up, don’t you think?”
“I hardly think you care how I’ve spent the years, Xanatos.” Qui-Gon couldn’t repress the longing that filled his gaze as he studied the younger man. “You look well. Being a business man seems to suit you.”
A careless shrug. “I’ve done well without the cloying training I received from the Jedi. I must admit that I was surprised when I met your apprentice. I was expecting to see that pretty little pet you had with you on Bandomeer. What was his name?”
Emotions chased across the Jedi Master’s face, guilt, regret and something that may have been sadness. Pale blue eyes took on a far away look as Qui-Gon shifted uneasily in the chair. “Obi-Wan Kenobi was his name.”
“Ah yes, Obi-Wan.” Xanatos watched his former mentor closely. “What happened to the boy?”
“He….He left the Jedi,” Qui-Gon replied, voice cracking with emotion.
“Odd. From everything I’d been able to dig up on him, being a Jedi was the most important thing in the boy’s life. What could possibly have made him walk away from it all?”
Clearing his throat, Qui-Gon faced the younger man with a closed expression. “What reason can you possibly have for asking these questions? What do you want Xanatos?”
A low throaty chuckle greeted his clipped words as Xanatos slowly moved closer. Qui-Gon pressed back in the chair as his tormentor rested his hands on the armrests and bent over him. Strands of the curtain of silken hair tickled his nose, the familiar scent he associated with Xanatos teasing his senses.
“Answers Jinn. One in particular. You made a promise to me while we were together, do you remember what it was?”
Qui-Gon’s eyes widened in shock, locking on the deep sapphires ones of his former lover. He had to wonder if it were coincidence that Xanatos brought up the very memory that had been tormenting him, or if his shields had inadvertently slipped without his knowledge.
“Yes,” he whispered in an aching voice.
Xanatos pressed his advantage, lips hovering over the Jedi Master’s. “You vowed that day to love me no matter what. My question is, why was it so easy for you to break that promise? Was it all a lie?”
“No!” Flinching at the sound of his nearly desperate voice, Qui-Gon shook his head vehemently. “I never stopped loving you. Not even when you pulled your weapon on me and walked away from the Order.”
“Interesting.” Xanatos captured the older man’s lips with his own, using his tongue to press into the warm cavern. Jinn tasted the same as he had all those years ago, like a fine, expensive wine at the peak of its aging. His advances were welcomed and returned with fervor, low moans of sobbing delight issuing from deep in the Jedi’s throat. The encounter brought back of flood of memories and had his eyes burning with tears.
When he pulled away, Qui-Gon muttered a gasp of protest. Smiling almost sadly, Xanatos gently pressed his fingers to the passion swollen lips as he took a minute to study his former lover. He had loved this man, but that love had been of a child and intertwined with too many other conflicted emotions. Duty, devotion and gratitude had fought for the upper hand in his mind and heart. Only now, with Obi-Wan, did he understand what it meant to love totally and without reserve.
Qui-Gon Jinn was the past. Obi-Wan Kenobi was the future.
That realization made it easier for him to let go and do what had to be done.
“I have a gift for you, my old Master.”
Ignoring the passion laden eyes that watched him, Xanatos stepped back and activated a button on his belt. Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited in stony silence for the arrival of his young lover and their other Jedi captive.