Tomorrow

Chapter 3


Xanatos brooded as he considered the accounts for the last few weeks. His eyes saw the numbers, but his mind did not comprehend them. Such distraction was unusual for him, but perhaps understandable in the face of Obi-Wan’s presence in his home.

He had wanted Obi-Wan the moment he had clapped eyes on the now mature Jedi Padawan, and from that instant he had begun planning how he would get his hands on him. In the end, it had been desperation that had prompted him to try something audacious.

And it had worked.

Unbelievably, Obi-Wan Kenobi was upstairs waiting for him. He had ordered the aphrodisiacs discontinued because now it felt dishonest. He would win Obi-Wan’s heart with honesty and...love.

Xanatos had known that the first time with Obi-Wan would be the most difficult. It could not have been easy for the young man to give into his feelings for the fallen Jedi. So the aphrodisiacs had been a regrettable necessity.

But now – now he wanted Obi-Wan to make love with him because the younger man wanted to, needed to feel Xan’s touch. And he intended to make that fire burn again and again.

It would be difficult for both of them. Obi-Wan would find it hard to accept that Xanatos was sincere in his feelings, and he knew that he himself would struggle to remain patient while Obi-Wan learned to accept the new life he had been thrust into.

One day Obi-Wan would realize that it had all been for his own good.

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When Obi-Wan woke next, he was alone. Judging from the position of the sun outside, it was the middle of the day. The young man threw the covers aside and got up, immediately looking for his clothes.

They were tossed in a corner and wrinkled. Snatching them up irritably, Obi-Wan tugged on his pants and slipped his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. The Jedi tunics felt odd on his body, as if admonishing him for finding joy in Xanatos’ arms. The young Jedi pushed that thought away.

It seemed every muscle was protesting his movement, but he began to stretch anyway. After a few minutes, he felt his muscles begin to loosen and he gave a sigh of relief.

At that moment, the door slid open and a giant of a humanoid stepped through the doorway. At least twenty centimeters taller than Qui-Gon, the being had pale blue skin, purple eyes, and long white hair. He was dressed only in a black loin cloth and shaak leather sandals that laced up his powerful calves. Two leather straps crossed his massive chest, with empty holsters at each hip.

Interesting. They didn’t want to give him access to any weapons, and despite the Force inhibiting collar at his throat, Xanatos knew his Jedi training was too comprehensive to take any chances. Damn. He had hoped that Xanatos would slip up and give him an opportunity to grab a weapon. Maybe tomorrow.

The giant carried a tray and placed it on the low table. He turned to Obi-Wan, pointed to the tray, and ordered, “Eat.”

Without another word, the humanoid left the room, locking the door behind him.

Perturbed by his guard’s behavior and hungry for any sort of companionship (except Xanatos de Crion he told himself firmly), Obi-Wan began to grumble to himself. He sat down and uncovered the food, which looked and smelled delicious, causing his stomach to growl.

“I’m fine,” he said quietly. “How are you?” He asked himself.

“I certainly hope you enjoy the meal, which was prepared with your tastes and physiology in mind,” he said in a deeper tone.

Reverting back to his normal voice, he replied. “Why thank you, that was most kind of you,” he murmured. “And may I say, with all sincerity, that I hope you all drop dead!”

He was going insane, he mused. He wondered if the process would be painful and then decided he did not care.

Quietly eating, he pondered what his next move would be. It might be prudent to wait until he could escape without the collar on, but he honestly did not know if he had the patience to wait for that event. And it seemed his captor would not remove it except during sex, and even that was not certain. So it seemed his best choice might be to escape at the first opportunity, collar or not.

Feeling somewhat soothed by the thought that he actually a plan of sorts, he began to explore his luxurious prison.

Obviously, Xanatos had enough credits to maintain an opulent lifestyle, which also meant he could hire guards, lots of big, burly guards to watch over his little Jedi treasure. He pondered the feasibility of befriending a guard and trying to talk him into helping him escape. But would the guard extract a price from the prisoner? And was he willing to pay it?

No.

He’d rather have sex with Xan.

What in the name of the Force was he thinking?

Obi-Wan sank to the bed, trying not to remember what had taken place there last night - and earlier this morning. That proved impossible as a flood of images overwhelmed him.

/Please let me love you/ Xan has said, an urgent note of longing in his voice.

/I’ve waited so long/ Xan had moaned that against his throat while his hand had trailed leisurely up Obi-Wan’s thigh. The flesh there tingled at the memory.

/If you are honest, you’ll admit how right it feels to have me inside you/ Xan murmuring the words as he stroked inside Obi-Wan’s body, touching him more deeply than the young Jedi had ever been touched before.

All of the words echoed in Obi-Wan’s mind.

That was the crux of the problem. It HAD felt right. The first thrust of Xanatos’ cock into his body had been utterly alien and completely right at the same time. His kisses had started an inferno raging in the younger man that had not been extinguished by their lovemaking-

Damn.

He was doing it again.

How had he gone from calling it rape – which it really wasn’t, he told himself in a fit of reluctant honesty – to labeling it lovemaking?

/Let me love you/

Obi-Wan groaned and buried his face in his hands. He felt lost and overwhelmed, set adrift on a turbulent sea of lust and something else he could not identify.

His nipples hardened at the memory of Xanatos’ touch, and he knew that no other touch would inflame his senses the way that Xanatos’ did. He did not know how he knew this, but he did. And he hated the thought.

What did Xanatos intend to do with him, besides keeping him thoroughly and frequently fucked? Obi-Wan pondered the question with a smirk. He ignored the tightness in his groin that those words evoked. Instinctively, he reached for the Force, seeing its comforting warmth. But the collar frustrated his efforts.

With a groan of exasperation, Obi-Wan threw himself back on the bed. His hand drifted down his belly to cup the hardness that plagued him.

Force! Why did he want to feel those soft, warm lips again? Why did he crave the rough stroking of Xan’s tongue? And why did his hands itch to bury themselves in the soft, ink-black hair and guide Xan’s talented mouth over his cock again and again?

Giving himself up the fantasy, and telling himself that he would examine the repercussions of it tomorrow, Obi-Wan’s hand began to stroke his erection. One quick orgasm, he promised himself, and then he would not be so desperate for Xan’s touch. His breath quickened as his hand moved and he was almost about to find his peak when a voice breathed softly in his ear.

“Did you miss me, little Jedi?” And then a hot tongue swept in and Obi-Wan climaxed at the touch of it, his seed spilling over his stroking hand and quivering belly.

Xan groaned at the sight and began kissing a trail down Obi’s heaving chest and taut belly. Then Xan looked up at the younger man and their gazes locked. Xanatos smiled and began to lap up the pearly liquid. Obi-Wan gave up his resistance and buried his hands in the black of Xan’s hair.

Both men felt the rightness of it, but no more words were spoken.