Clutching My Cure

Always slow to awaken in the mornings, he seemed to be having even more trouble than usual. Clutching the pillow under his head even tighter, Obi-Wan sighed softly, the feeling of lethargy seeming to have him in its grip. His body felt boneless and sated, a sensation he was enjoying enormously.

As the fog of sleep gradually lifted, he suddenly became aware of a large, warm, and unyielding body that was pressed up snuggly to his back. His eyes snapped open wide as a large, calloused hand slowly began to stroke his bare leg, a warm mouth nibbling on his shoulder.

"Morning brat," a deep husky voice greeted him.

Tensing, his breath caught in his throat as he slowly rolled over onto his back, the body behind him shifting to make room. Looking up he found a fetchingly sleep tousled Xanatos leaning over him, the small smile that hovered on full lips not quite able to disguise the wariness that gleamed in sapphire eyes.

The cold, cynical, arrogant fallen Jedi persona that the rest of the galaxy saw was stripped away. In its place was an almost softer version.

"Morning," Obi-Wan replied softly, a finger lifting to trail along a full bottom lip.

Wariness quickly flared into desire at his response, a pale hand reaching out to cup his cheek. Using his thumb, Xanatos gently traced a high cheekbone before drifting down to stroke the cleft chin.

"Force! Do you have any idea how achingly beautiful you are?" He growled, his eyes avidly drinking in the young man beneath him.

Blushing, Obi-Wan opened his mouth to offer a weak protest but the older man swooped down and claimed his mouth in a deep, toe curling kiss. A warm silky tongue stroked the inside of his mouth in a slow thrusting motion, dragging a moan from his throat, the hand at his face traveling down his neck and along his chest.

Obi-Wan's hands lifted, his fingers delving into the thick curtain of ink black hair. He loved the feel of the long silky strands in between his fingers and even more so along his bare flesh. The older he had grown, the more he had fantasized about the shiny locks, so different from his own.

Xanatos reluctantly pulled his mouth away in order to draw a breath, only to return and begin making a path down the pale throat and along the corded collar bone. His tongue eventually journeyed to a flat nipple where he lapped at it eagerly. Moaning in ecstasy, Obi-Wan's hands continued to run through the long black hair, his eyes staring up at the ceiling unseeingly as his hunger for the older man steadily increased.

As he used his tongue and hands to bring the young man to a feverish state, Xanatos smiled silently to himself. Pulling back after several minutes, his gaze drank in the sight of the pale, sweat slicked body beneath him. Obi-Wan’s hairless chest rose and fell rapidly, his luminous eyes clouded with need as his hands reached out to drag his new lover back. A muffled groan escaped his parted lips when Xanatos quickly slid off the side of the bed and gracefully stalked over to the nearby table, comfortable in his nakedness.

Breathing harshly, his body rapidly cooling from the loss of body contact, Obi-Wan’s hands slapped the silken sheet in frustration. Turning his head, he watched as the fallen Jedi poured a glass of wine and began to sip it without apparent haste. Aware of his companion’s confusion, Xanatos raised the glass toward him in salute.

“Excellent vintage. I have to give you credit for arranging everything to perfection. The room, the wine, the bed and of course your delectable body. Seems you were willing to go to extremes in order to get my attention,” he mused thoughtfully.

Sitting up, Obi-Wan studied the older man closely. There was an underlying note in his voice that was raising warning bells, the Force that bound them swirling chaotically.

“What’s wrong?” He finally asked, a probe finding Xanatos had strong shields in place.

Xanatos dropped gracefully into the white chair that sat across from the bed, the glass held in between long elegant fingers. He appeared to be deeply interested in watching the candle’s flames as they were reflected it the wine.

“You claim to want my aide in bringing Jinn and the Jedi down. I assume this is something you’ve been planning from some time?” He inquired, his gaze shifting back toward his young lover.

Obi-Wan nodded as he scooted toward the edge of the bed and draped a silken sheet over his still erect body. “It’s all I’ve thought about for over six years now.”

“As your partner in this venture, don’t you think I deserve to know what led you to this point?” Xanatos asked coolly.

The younger man’s body stiffened at the question, his jaw firming. Several tense minutes passed before he spoke in a soft toneless voice. “We were sent to a planet called Melida/Daan in order to rescue Master Tahl. Once there I allowed myself to lose focus and get drawn into the cause of a group of children called The Young. I wanted to help them so desperately that when Qui-Gon gave me the choice of returning to the Temple or remaining behind, I chose to quit the Jedi and stay.”

Xanatos couldn’t quite hide the shock he felt from hearing the painful admission. Obi-Wan noticed it and smiled humorlessly.

“Needless to say Jinn was none too pleased with me. He felt I had betrayed him just as severely as you had. Over a short period of time I was forced to realize that I had made a huge mistake. I called the Temple and requested help in bringing the conflict to an end. Master Yoda in all his infinite wisdom sent Qui-Gon back,” Obi-Wan told him, his features tightening into angry lines.

“I admitted to him that I had been wrong and that I wanted to come back,” he shared in a near whisper, his burning gaze lifting to meet Xanatos’. “He laughed at me. Told me that I was a fool and must live with the choice I’d made. He refused to take me back with him. He left me there without once looking back.”

Xanatos felt the sting of unexpected tears as he gazed on the pale face that although angry, couldn't quite hide the lingering hurt. His own constant feelings of rage toward Qui-Gon Jinn flared even brighter as he was forced to relive Obi-Wan’s abandonment and desolation. He was so consumed with rage that it was several seconds before he realized that the young man was once again speaking.

“I want him to feel the same pain and sense of hopelessness that I did after that,” Obi-Wan stated coldly. “I want us to be the ones to make him suffer for what he’s done.”

Luminous eyes watched as Xanatos contemplated what he had just learned. As the silence lengthened, Obi-Wan tossed the sheet aside and shot to his feet. Waiting until the sapphire orbs were trained on him, he slowly made his way across the room until he stood directly in front of his new partner.

Xanatos watched as Obi-Wan’s hands traveled over his own body. Mouth watering, the fallen Jedi set his glass down on the floor and locked eyes with the younger man.

“Come here, brat. Prove to me how much you desire my aide,” he ordered in a passion roughened voice.

A small satisfied grin tilted the edges of Obi-Wan’s mouth as he swaggered closer and straddled Xanatos. Their mouths came together urgently, tongues battling as they began to grope and stroke one another into a heightened state of arousal. Grasping Xanatos’ erection, Obi-Wan held the older man’s gaze as he gradually lowered himself. A groan broke from the fallen Jedi’s lips as he was sheathed in the tight passage. Hands brutally gripped trim hips as he surged upward, his teeth nipping at Obi-Wan’s clean shaven jaw.

Their combined passion for one another was intensified through the dark bond. Senses that were already heightened by the deep feelings Xanatos was quickly developing for the younger man, flamed even higher as Obi-Wan grasped handfuls of inky black hair. He pulled Xanatos’ head back, the pain sending a jolt of pleasure to the fallen Jedi’s groin. Lips pulled back from his teeth in a grimace, Obi-Wan’s words were spoken in a breathless chant.

“This.. this is ours. Not about.. Jinn. Only us...love me.. love me.”

Xanatos was helpless to resist the throaty words, spoken as they were in that refined Deep Core accented voice. His gaze drank in the wondrous sight of his new younger lover gripped in the throes of passion. Obi-Wan was even more beautiful in such an abandoned state.

Hands left trim hips and grasped the alluring face, bringing the younger man's mouth against his as they both erupted into an intense orgasm.

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