Clutching My Cure
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
9,692
Reviews:
147
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
Disclaimer: Alas they don't belong to me. :(
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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“What’s the matter Oafy Wan? Sandpanther get your tongue?”
The small group of boys laughed uproariously at their leaders taunting words, jeering cheers thrown at him in rapidfire succession. Swallowing the dark rage that burned in the pit of his belly, Obi-Wan somehow managed to paste a jovial smile on his lips as he addressed his main tormentor.
“Give it up, Chun. You’ve been trying to discredit me in front of the Masters for years and it never works. I will be a Jedi Knight one day.”
Bruck took a step forward so that he towered over the smaller boy in an attempt to intimidate him. “Over my dead body.”
Helpless to understand the other boys intense dislike for him, Obi-Wan’s gaze slid over Bruck’s shoulder to lock with that of Chun’s best friend, Aalto Ayo. Aalto shrugged helplessly, before breaking eye contact, a betraying blush of shame coloring his cheeks. Obi-Wan was brought back to the problem at hand when Bruck continued his harassment.
“You’re a born loser Oafy-Wan and everyone knows it. The only reason they’ve kept you around this long is because you’ve somehow managed to win Master Yoda over to your side.”
Honestly baffled by the larger boy’s hatred for him, Obi-Wan bravely met the heated stare that bored into him. “I don’t understand why you insist on treating me this way. I’ve never done anything to you.”
Something shifted in Bruck’s pale blue eyes that sent a shiver down Obi-Wan’s spine. His nemesis leant closer so that his whispered words didn’t carry to the group aligned behind him. “Have you ever stopped to consider that may be the problem?”
A nasty leer twisted Bruck’s lips at the look of puzzlement his words brought to Obi-Wan’s face. Snorting derisively, he spun on his heel and gestured for his friends to follow.
“Come on guys. Why waste valuable time with this loser?”
A chorus of agreements greeted his words, only Aalto pausing long enough to shoot Obi-Wan an apologetic look before hurrying to catch up.
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Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open and he remained perfectly still in an attempt to determine exactly where he was. The gentle vibration of the ship’s engines brought him back to the present, a shuddering breath slipping between his lips as he sat up in the bunk. Tossing the sheet aside he swung his legs around, the bare soles of his feet making contact with the cold deck.
Elbows braced on his knees, he drew in steadying breaths as he pushed the memory back where it belonged. The dreams occurred every time he traveled to Coruscant, images from his Jedi childhood resurrecting to torment him. He hadn’t dreamt about Bruck in years but recent close contact with his childhood nemesis was no doubt the cause for them surfacing now.
He couldn’t help but shake his head in amazement as he compared the boy of his dreams with the Bruck he’d spent time with the last few days. There was little to remind him of the bully who’d tormented him endlessly growing up. Whether it was maturity, or Qui-Gon Jinn’s influence, Bruck Chun had undergone an amazing transformation as he’d grown older. The Chun of the past would have delighted in Obi-Wan’s misery at losing the man he loved, most likely would have helped to hasten the breakup. Even so, he couldn’t imagine the hate directed at him when they were younger had actually been a camouflage for love.
Love. The word brought with it a flood of images that were followed closely by the dark depression that often haunted him. Only a few days had passed and yet he already missed Xanatos with near desperation. There had been times when he’d almost commandeered the ship and turned it around, flying back to his lovers side. Only the voice of the lost little boy he’d once been had stopped him. It had whispered in his mind, reminding him that Xanatos hadn’t cared enough to stop him.
He buried his face in trembling hands as the truth of it sent a pain shooting through his chest. The Force had a cruel sense of humor, turning someone who’d shunned any form of intimate contact for years, into a quivering mass of want and need in a matter of weeks. He felt weak and uncertain about nearly everything, something that hadn’t happened since he was first left alone and badly beaten by life. It was a feeling he loathed with every fiber of his being, his hands grasping fist fulls of hair as his Darker emotions threatened to get away from him.
“Obi?”
The hesitant whisper was barely audible through the thick durasteel door. Grasping for the unexpected lifeline, he waved the door open and was on his feet even before his guest had fully stepped into the room. His mouth locked on Bruck’s with desperation, hands busy stripping the Jedi of his freshly laundered tunics. No words were exchanged as Bruck slid his hands inside the waistband of Obi-Wan’s pants, pulling them down as he sank to his knees.
Obi-Wan tossed his head back as the Jedi swallowed his engorged cock whole, a gasp of pleasure rumbling low in his throat as he dug his hands in white spikes of hair. Long lashes fell shut as he braced his legs and just rode out the sensations as a nubile tongue and calloused hand brought him to the precipice of orgasm in record time. He needed this and somehow Bruck has sensed it, taking him with the right amount of roughness mixed with gentleness.
“Force, Bruck! I…I can’t stop…Ah!”
In response to his nearly unintelligible warning, Bruck lightly grazed Obi-Wan’s balls with his nails. The fallen Jedi came undone, his body drawing taut as the orgasm swept through him. Mouth open wide in a silent scream of pleasure, Obi-Wan’s hands clenched painfully in Bruck’s hair and elicited a wince that didn’t go unnoticed. Sated, he withdrew his grip and sank gratefully to his knees, his upper body leaning forward into Bruck’s welcoming embrace.
Bruck wrapped an arm around the still shuddering man, a hand pressing Obi-Wan’s sweaty head against his chest. He and Master Qui-Gon had felt the tremors in the Darkside from the opposite side of the ship. He’d ignored his Master’s warning calls and ran the distance to the cabin Obi-Wan was staying in as the Force, or instinct, had warned him that the other man needed him.
‘Stay with me?”
His eyes stung at the wobbly plea. “Of course.”
Obi-Wan’s body went slack in his arms, his head tilting back so that their lips were able to meet in an almost gentle caress. Bruck knew there’d be hell to pay when he was once again face-to-face with Qui-Gon, but with the man he loved cradled in his arms, he found it impossible to care.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
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“What’s the matter Oafy Wan? Sandpanther get your tongue?”
The small group of boys laughed uproariously at their leaders taunting words, jeering cheers thrown at him in rapidfire succession. Swallowing the dark rage that burned in the pit of his belly, Obi-Wan somehow managed to paste a jovial smile on his lips as he addressed his main tormentor.
“Give it up, Chun. You’ve been trying to discredit me in front of the Masters for years and it never works. I will be a Jedi Knight one day.”
Bruck took a step forward so that he towered over the smaller boy in an attempt to intimidate him. “Over my dead body.”
Helpless to understand the other boys intense dislike for him, Obi-Wan’s gaze slid over Bruck’s shoulder to lock with that of Chun’s best friend, Aalto Ayo. Aalto shrugged helplessly, before breaking eye contact, a betraying blush of shame coloring his cheeks. Obi-Wan was brought back to the problem at hand when Bruck continued his harassment.
“You’re a born loser Oafy-Wan and everyone knows it. The only reason they’ve kept you around this long is because you’ve somehow managed to win Master Yoda over to your side.”
Honestly baffled by the larger boy’s hatred for him, Obi-Wan bravely met the heated stare that bored into him. “I don’t understand why you insist on treating me this way. I’ve never done anything to you.”
Something shifted in Bruck’s pale blue eyes that sent a shiver down Obi-Wan’s spine. His nemesis leant closer so that his whispered words didn’t carry to the group aligned behind him. “Have you ever stopped to consider that may be the problem?”
A nasty leer twisted Bruck’s lips at the look of puzzlement his words brought to Obi-Wan’s face. Snorting derisively, he spun on his heel and gestured for his friends to follow.
“Come on guys. Why waste valuable time with this loser?”
A chorus of agreements greeted his words, only Aalto pausing long enough to shoot Obi-Wan an apologetic look before hurrying to catch up.
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Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped open and he remained perfectly still in an attempt to determine exactly where he was. The gentle vibration of the ship’s engines brought him back to the present, a shuddering breath slipping between his lips as he sat up in the bunk. Tossing the sheet aside he swung his legs around, the bare soles of his feet making contact with the cold deck.
Elbows braced on his knees, he drew in steadying breaths as he pushed the memory back where it belonged. The dreams occurred every time he traveled to Coruscant, images from his Jedi childhood resurrecting to torment him. He hadn’t dreamt about Bruck in years but recent close contact with his childhood nemesis was no doubt the cause for them surfacing now.
He couldn’t help but shake his head in amazement as he compared the boy of his dreams with the Bruck he’d spent time with the last few days. There was little to remind him of the bully who’d tormented him endlessly growing up. Whether it was maturity, or Qui-Gon Jinn’s influence, Bruck Chun had undergone an amazing transformation as he’d grown older. The Chun of the past would have delighted in Obi-Wan’s misery at losing the man he loved, most likely would have helped to hasten the breakup. Even so, he couldn’t imagine the hate directed at him when they were younger had actually been a camouflage for love.
Love. The word brought with it a flood of images that were followed closely by the dark depression that often haunted him. Only a few days had passed and yet he already missed Xanatos with near desperation. There had been times when he’d almost commandeered the ship and turned it around, flying back to his lovers side. Only the voice of the lost little boy he’d once been had stopped him. It had whispered in his mind, reminding him that Xanatos hadn’t cared enough to stop him.
He buried his face in trembling hands as the truth of it sent a pain shooting through his chest. The Force had a cruel sense of humor, turning someone who’d shunned any form of intimate contact for years, into a quivering mass of want and need in a matter of weeks. He felt weak and uncertain about nearly everything, something that hadn’t happened since he was first left alone and badly beaten by life. It was a feeling he loathed with every fiber of his being, his hands grasping fist fulls of hair as his Darker emotions threatened to get away from him.
“Obi?”
The hesitant whisper was barely audible through the thick durasteel door. Grasping for the unexpected lifeline, he waved the door open and was on his feet even before his guest had fully stepped into the room. His mouth locked on Bruck’s with desperation, hands busy stripping the Jedi of his freshly laundered tunics. No words were exchanged as Bruck slid his hands inside the waistband of Obi-Wan’s pants, pulling them down as he sank to his knees.
Obi-Wan tossed his head back as the Jedi swallowed his engorged cock whole, a gasp of pleasure rumbling low in his throat as he dug his hands in white spikes of hair. Long lashes fell shut as he braced his legs and just rode out the sensations as a nubile tongue and calloused hand brought him to the precipice of orgasm in record time. He needed this and somehow Bruck has sensed it, taking him with the right amount of roughness mixed with gentleness.
“Force, Bruck! I…I can’t stop…Ah!”
In response to his nearly unintelligible warning, Bruck lightly grazed Obi-Wan’s balls with his nails. The fallen Jedi came undone, his body drawing taut as the orgasm swept through him. Mouth open wide in a silent scream of pleasure, Obi-Wan’s hands clenched painfully in Bruck’s hair and elicited a wince that didn’t go unnoticed. Sated, he withdrew his grip and sank gratefully to his knees, his upper body leaning forward into Bruck’s welcoming embrace.
Bruck wrapped an arm around the still shuddering man, a hand pressing Obi-Wan’s sweaty head against his chest. He and Master Qui-Gon had felt the tremors in the Darkside from the opposite side of the ship. He’d ignored his Master’s warning calls and ran the distance to the cabin Obi-Wan was staying in as the Force, or instinct, had warned him that the other man needed him.
‘Stay with me?”
His eyes stung at the wobbly plea. “Of course.”
Obi-Wan’s body went slack in his arms, his head tilting back so that their lips were able to meet in an almost gentle caress. Bruck knew there’d be hell to pay when he was once again face-to-face with Qui-Gon, but with the man he loved cradled in his arms, he found it impossible to care.