Clutching My Cure

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Chapter Thirty-Nine


Obi-Wan was caught up in the midst of a wondrous dream. He lay on a large bed, arms spread wide, legs parted with bent knees and his feet planted flat on the mattress. Head tossed back, his mouth hung open as he emitted moans of pleasure, locks of hair clinging to a damp face. Eyes closed, he rode out the sensations that seemed real, reluctant to awaken alone yet again, his own hand wrapped around a raging erection.

The dream was much better than reality. Imaginary locks of long ebony hair brushing his bare thighs, long-fingered hands grasping his thighs as a dark head bobbed up and down between his legs. One of those experienced hands released it’s grip on his leg, only to slowly glide up his hipbone until it reached a flat nipple. A calloused thumb and forefinger began to torment the nub until it was pebble hard and aching, a gasp torn from his throat at the stimulation.

He never wanted to awaken. It was much more enjoyable just to lay there and relish the warm, moist heat that enveloped his penis. The gentle glide of a smooth tongue soon gained in intensity, a hand joining in the torment as it began to pump him with enthusiasm. His breathing became labored as he fought to keep his orgasm from coming, desperate to hang onto the dream for as long as possible. He was helpless to stop his hips from thrusting into the heated embrace, hands scratching the mattress beneath him as he struggled to hold on.

The suction briefly ceased, a cry of torment clawing its way from his throat at the loss. Moist fingers lightly touched his parted lips, his tongue flicking out to lick at it, a groan elicited from his phantom lover.

“Stop fighting it. Let go.”

His breath hitched at the smooth familiar timbre of that voice, a frown furrowing his brow. Before he had time to question it any further however, that sinfully decadent mouth once again swallowed him whole. In no time his back was bowed, hips rising from off the mattress as an intensely powerful orgasm shook him from head-to-toe.

“Xan!”

The cry was ripped from him as he emptied himself, aftershocks of sensation traveling throughout his body. Slumping boneless back onto the mattress, he fought to catch his breath, the cool air of the room causing goose bumps to rise on his bare skin. Limp with pleasure, he smiled sleepily as strong hands framed his sweaty face and began to cover it with loving kisses. This dream was much more vivid and realistic than any he’d had before, but as enjoyable as it had been, he had guests in the other room who he needed to see off.

It was time to put the dream aside and awaken.

Warm lips pressed against his, demanding entrance and effectively jolting him to full awareness. Eyelids snapped open, sleep blurred vision gradually bringing a pale, handsome face into close focus. Sapphire eyes gleamed with pleasure as they traveled over his face, a hand gently fingering a damp curl of his hair.

“Morning, Obi-Wan. I‘ve missed you.”

Pleasure was quickly overshadowed by hurt betrayal and anger. Xanatos’s smile of pleasure quickly vanishing when he noted the heated glare Obi-Wan was leveling him with. Grabbing the cover from the bed, Obi-Wan wrapped it around his hips while scrambling off the mattress.

“What the hell are you doing in my suite? How’d you get in?” When his demands went unanswered, he took a warning step forward. “What do you want?”

Xanatos stood as well and began to brush wrinkles from his finely tailored clothes. It only served to incite Obi-Wan even further as he realized the other man had probably spent most of the night in his bed. Another even more disturbing thought followed closely on the heels of that one as he spun in the direction of the door.

“If you hurt them, so help me…”

The Force stirred as he marched toward the door, a streak of black shooting past and ruffling his hair. He was forced to pull up when Xanatos was suddenly blocking his path, the fallen Jedi leaning back against the only exit from the room. It was difficult to retain his outrage under the look of unadulterated want that burned in his lover’s gaze as it surveyed him from under heavy lids.

“Not to worry. I didn’t touch a hair on your precious Jedi’s heads.” A smirk curled the fallen Jedi’s lips. “I have to say, I don’t know whether to be flattered or incensed that you felt a need to have two Jedi protect you from me.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed even further at the taunt. “Very funny! You know damn well they’re here because your good buddy, Delano instructed them to keep an eye on me. Now answer my question.”

All traces of humor bled from the pale features, a serious light entering sapphire orbs. Obi-Wan swallowed as a pale hand reached out to gently trace his jaw line.

“I want you, Obi-Wan. In my bed, in my life.”

Tears stinging his eyes, Obi-Wan was forced to look away from the penetrating stare. “It didn’t look that way on Telos. What’s changed between then and now?”

A self-conscious smile curved full lips. “I realized that my pride was a cold substitute for what I could have with you. I was wrong on Telos. I love you.”

Drawing himself up, Obi-Wan jerked his face away from the caressing hand. It was distracting him from his anger, making him weak and longing for what he couldn’t have. “Funny how easily those three words seem to spill from your lips when you can’t have me. Is that what this is about, Xan? You’re wanting what you can’t have, and once you get me back, you’ll once again lose interest?”

A coldness entered the deep blue eyes and sent a chill through his naked body. The hand that still hung in mid air moved down, fingers barely touching the golden torque around Obi-Wan’s throat, tracing the alien words burned into the metal.

“One day soon you’ll know just how wrong you are.“

The words were spoken in a pained voice he’d never heard from Xanatos before. He forced himself to ignore it. “Get out.”

That icy gaze lifted to capture his, a resolve burning in the depths that nearly stole the breath from his lungs.

“I will not give up,” Xanatos warned him. “Run for as long as you want, but one day soon you will have to stop and when that day comes, you will be mine Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Get out!”

Obi-Wan’s scream echoed in the room, the anguish he was drowning in reverberating through the Force. He sensed his Jedi friends in the other room begin to stir as they were jerked awake by the cry, their battle instincts kicking in. Afraid of an ugly confrontation in which someone he cared about ended up getting hurt, Obi-Wan sent Xanatos a pleading look.

“Go. Please.”

A brief hesitation before the fallen Jedi bent forward and captured his lips in a deep kiss. His head buzzing with want and need, Obi-Wan was only distantly aware of the loud knocking on the door and Garen and Bruck’s frantic calls. Tearing his mouth away from Xanatos’s, he pressed his forehead against the older man’s for a few precious moments before forcing himself to place some distance between them.

“I’ll be seeing you again soon, love.” Xanatos’s promise preceded him out the door, the two Jedi falling back in wide-eyed surprise as they watched him stride from the suite.

Obi-Wan offered them a trembling smile as he readjusted the cover around his hips. “I’m going to clean up and get dressed. Would one of you order us something to eat? You two look like you worked up quite an appetite last night.”

A genuine chuckle burst from his lips as they exchanged embarrassed glances. Disappearing back into his room, he shook his head as their whispered words drifted back to him.

“Good job, Muln! Some Jedi you are, you slept right through deCrion breaking in.”

“Me? What about you?”

“Shut up and come here!”

The distinctive sounds of kissing followed Obi-Wan into the fresher, his own thoughts on Xanatos’s words of love.