Tomorrow

Chapter 2


Obi-Wan woke up slowly, grimacing as he stretched. His eyes still closed, he wondered for a moment why his body felt so sore. Full realization came with a gasp and his eyes flew open. Frantically, he remembered why he felt so warm.

Xanatos de Crion was wrapped around Obi-Wan, his nude body pressed close to the young Jedi. One pale, muscular thigh was wedged in between Obi-Wan’s own, the crisp hair on it tickling him slightly.

“Oh Force! What have I done?” he whispered to himself. He had betrayed the Jedi; but more importantly he had betrayed his Master.

Xanatos came awake instantly and blinked sleepily at his new and reluctant lover.

“Good morning,” he murmured, pulling Obi-Wan against him even more closely. Xan rubbed his leg up and down between Obi-Wan’s, dragging a reluctant moan from the younger man. Both them had morning erections – to Xan’s delight and Obi’s mortification. The Jedi tried to scramble away, but Xan kept him in a firm, though gentle, embrace.

“Obi-Wan…” he sighed as he nuzzled the boy’s neck. “I’ve wanted to wake up like this for so long.”

“Please let me go,” Obi-Wan hissed.

Xanatos laughed softly. “Oh no, my little Jedi,” he murmured. “You won’t get away from me that easily.”

“Isn’t it bad enough that you raped me?”

The older man leaned up on his elbow and gave Obi-Wan a disgruntled look. “Rape?” He said, with one dark brow arched. He placed a soft kiss on Obi-Wan’s lips, which were tightly pressed together. Xan sighed with disappointment when those sweet lips did not part.

He smiled at the boy who looked so deliciously angry as he lay in Xan’s arms. The fallen Jedi brushed back the reddish hair and then cupped Obi’s chin. “Was it really rape, my Obi-Wan?”

“Close enough,” the boy muttered.

Xanatos frowned as he mused that winning Obi-Wan’s heart might be considerably more difficult that making him write and moan beneath him. Clearly, he would have a battle on his hands.

Calling the golden collar to him, he slipped it around Obi’s neck before the boy realized what was happening to him.

Obi-Wan cried out in protest as he felt the Force receding from him, leaving him cold and bereft. The young Jedi jumped out of the bed, clawing at the collar and unaware of his nudity for the moment.

“I hate you!” Obi-Wan’s blue eyes were narrowed and hard.

Xanatos shrugged. “If I have to choose between having you in my bed and hating me or giving you up to earn your good will, I’m afraid that you shall just have to hate me, my Obi-Wan.”

“Stop calling me that,” the boy ground out. “I’m not YOUR anything!”

Xanatos smiled at him. “Oh, but you are mine,” he said implacably. For the first time a note of anger entered his voice. “And it will be much easier on both of us if you accept that,” he continued. “The sooner the better,” he grumbled as he got out of the bed.

The older man came to a halt right in front of Obi-Wan, so close that their cocks touched. The Jedi jerked back and blushed, but Xan put his hands on Obi’s buttocks and yanked him closer. Then Xan leaned down and placed a none-too-gentle nip on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

“You ARE mine, little one,” Xan whispered harshly. “And you’ll stay mine for as long as I want you.” Xan kissed Obi-Wan, his mouth hard and demanding, his tongue sweeping in to explore Obi’s mouth at his leisure. When Xan felt the boy begin to tremble, he pulled away with a smirk. “And that will be a very long time indeed.”

Xan ran his hand down Obi-Wan’s quivering flank. “I am beginning to think that I’ll just have to keep you thoroughly and frequently fucked.”

The young Jedi flinched at the crude language, which prompted laughter from Xanatos. But a reluctant spike of arousal sparked within him. He tamped it down deliberately. It was wrong to feel that way, especially about Xanatos.

“I think it is time to remind you that you’re not in charge here, little one, no matter how much I love you,” Xan murmured just before he fell to his knees and nuzzled Obi-Wan’s cock. Xan looked up at his captive with a wry smile. “Maybe you need to remember how you begged me to take you last night and how good it felt when I did.”

A flurry of disjointed memories flooded Obi-Wan’s mind. Whispers hot against each other’s skin, moans that filled the night air, touches that were both tender and rough and everything in between. Hips arching up and hands that danced over quivering flesh. Obi-Wan’s body remembered all to well, even if he did not want to admit it.

It was time to help Obi-Wan remember the heat that had surged between them. Xan swallowed Obi-Wan’s cock, pressing his nose against the auburn curls. Above him, Obi-Wan gasped and his hands came up to clench in Xan’s straight black hair. The boy’s fingers unconsciously rubbed the silken tresses, his touch unaccountably tender. The fire that had raged last night blazed to life, engulfing both men.

When the older man felt Obi-Wan’s knees begin to shake, he moved his mouth quickly over the young man’s cock. Xan was merciless in his ministrations, and it was not long before he felt Obi’s balls tighten.

With a gasp and a painful tug on Xan’s hair, Obi-Wan came and flooded the man’s mouth with his seed. Xan suckled the softening flesh until the last drop spurted over his tongue. Then Xan pulled away with a slight smack of appreciation.

Obi-Wan sank gracelessly to his knees as well and stared, bemused, into Xan’s sapphire gaze. Something that the young man would have called love and affection shone in that blue gaze, but he could not believe that to be true.

Xan reached behind Obi-Wan and tugged at the short Padawan tail, bringing Obi’s mouth closer. Tenderly, Xan kissed the younger man, letting him taste himself for the first time.

“You have much to learn little one,” said the fallen Jedi. “But I will teach you.”

Obi-Wan was confused by the note of tenderness in Xan’s voice and he started to protest. But Xan stopped the half-hearted flow of words by pressing his fingertips to Obi-Wan’s soft lips.

“Rest,” Xan said, using the Force to make Obi-Wan sleep.

He caught the boy as he fell, and Xan came to his feet cradling the young man’s limp form. He looked down at Obi-Wan’s elegant features with a slight frown.

“Why can’t you love me, Obi-Wan?” He asked quietly.

But the boy remained asleep and did not answer. Nor did he stir when Xanatos gently placed him on their bed and covered him, placing one last tender kiss on Obi-Wan’s forehead.