Clutching My Cure

Chapter Four

Obi-Wan pushed the datapad away with a loud sigh, hands lifting to run through his hair. Leaning back in his leather chair, he tilted his head back and allowed his eyes to close for a few precious moments of relaxation. He’d been working hard for more years than he cared to imagine, pushing himself when he felt ready to drop. It was imperative that he not let up for even a second in his quest to make Jinn and the Jedi Order pay for abandoning him.

He’d discovered early on in his journey that the beings he dealt with were far from receptive to doing business with a child. When he showed up for meetings with various contacts his appearance was inevitably met with a combination of anger and amusement. If he was lucky enough to get the opportunity to share his ideas, their view of him was quick to change to one of surprise and grudging respect.

Years living hand-to-mouth, alone on the streets, had gradually built a hard shell around his feelings and heart. It was safer not to allow anyone too close to hurt you. It made for an often lonely existence, but one he preferred over the remembered pain of betrayal. He planned to never give another person control over him and his emotions.

So why had he gone out of his way to seek out deCrion?

The question was one that had dogged his steps often over the last few years. He told himself it was merely a smart business move, joining sides with someone as rich, powerful and ruthless as Xanatos. The fact that the other man hated Jinn and the Jedi as much as he did, was an added bonus. And the sex, well the sex was amazing and Xanatos was a sinfully attractive man. Why not take advantage of what was right in front of him?

Obi-Wan moaned as memories of the last several weeks played out on the lids of his closed eyes. Much of that time had been spent in bed, each man taking and being taken in return. Although not a virgin, Obi-Wan’s sexual encounters had been few and far between, most leaving him feeling sad and somehow disgusted with himself. It was different with deCrion.

Xanatos could send him up in flames with a mere look, a simple kiss, or a gentle caress of his hand. They’d spent countless hours merely lying in bed, kissing and touching one another in a gentle non-sexual manner. It was only when they engaged in full intercourse that both men seemed to lose all sense of control. Their couplings were almost violent in their animalistic nature, as if each sought to devour and overpower the other. It always ended with them both collapsed wherever they happened to have been at the time, breathing hard, a bundle of shivering nerves

Obi-Wan suspected that it had something to do with the Dark link that had formed between them the first time. The bond was not something he’d expected or felt entirely comfortable with. After so many years alone, it was more than a little unsettling to feel another Force user in his head. At times he was nearly overwhelmed by the strength of their shared feelings during sex.

Xanatos wasn’t someone he could ever hope to contain or control. The fallen Jedi was a predator who could sense a beings weakness and exploit it when need be. Obi-Wan couldn’t let his guard down around the other man, or he could very well lose something more important than his life.

He could lose his heart.

Dismayed by the unexpected thought, he abruptly stood up and hurried over to the liquor chest. Removing a bottle of his favorite wine, he took a healthy swig directly from the bottle, disregarding manners completely.

"How revoltingly uncivilized."

Ignoring the enticing voice of his lover, Obi-Wan tipped the bottle up once more. He wasn’t surprised when it was snatched from his hand and slammed back down on the cabinet. Opening his eyes, he met Xanatos' cold, blue stare with a defiant one of his own. His tongue peeked out to capture a drop of wine that rested on his bottom lip, his lover’s gaze heating as it followed to watch.

"This is my office. I can do whatever I want."

Xanatos expression grew even colder at his defiant reply, the fallen Jedi moving closer until he had Obi-Wan trapped up against the cabinet. "My, didn’t we wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. What’s the matter, brat? Are you feeling neglected and forgotten?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," Obi-Wan retorted, his hands lifting to rest flat against his lover’s chest, holding him back.

Disregarding his efforts to put space between them, Xanatos leaned forward so that his lips rested against the younger man’s ear. "I’m talking about your Naming Day."

Obi-Wan froze at his words, his head rearing back so that he meet Xanatos’ stare. "How do you know about that?"

A husky chuckle rumbled in Xanatos’ chest, his hand lifting to caress the younger man’s smooth cheek. "I make it my business to know everything about my partners. I believe you turned twenty-one today. Ah, to be so young and brimming with vigor and….stamina."

Obi-Wan ignored the heat that flooded his body at the words. "It doesn’t matter. It’s just another day after all."

Xanatos pulled back at his clipped words, expression brooding as he watched the younger man escape to the safety of the desk. Propping himself against the edge, Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest and stared at him in silence. Sighing heavily, Xanatos moved over to a glass table and picked up the package he’d set down, waving it carelessly in the air.

"If that’s the case, then I suppose I should just return the gift I bought you."

Obi-Wan couldn’t conceal the gleam of delighted interest that appeared in his eyes. "Gift?"

"Hum. I suppose I can give it to one of the men, although it was specially crafted for you and cost me an obscene amount of money," Xanatos mused in a forlorn tone.

Obi-Wan’s eyes widened as his lover turned as if to leave the room in order to carry out his threat. "Wait!"

Pausing at the door, Xanatos turned with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. Obi-Wan’s careless shrug had Xanatos’ lips twisting in humor.

"I hate to waste it if you went to that much trouble."

"How kind of you," the fallen Jedi murmured as he made his way over to stand in front of the younger man. "Happy Naming Day, Obi-Wan."

His blue-gray eyes brimming with excitement, Obi-Wan almost snatched the box out of his hand. In a matter of seconds he had it opened and was staring at the contents in dumbfounded silence.

"You don’t like it," Xanatos breathed with genuine regret.

Obi-Wan stirred himself enough to reply. "No..It’s not that. It’s beautiful…I just…I don’t know what to say."

Removing the object from the box, Xanatos slipped it around the younger man’s neck. "Thank you would do for a start."

"Thank you, Xan. It truly is beautiful," Obi-Wan assured him, his fingers gently caressing the golden torque that now adorned his neck. "What do the symbols stand for?"

A shutter fell over Xanatos’ expression at the innocent query. "One day I’ll translate them for you. But not today."

Obi-Wan’s mouth began to form a protest but was quickly silenced by a deep kiss from his lover. Xanatos’ hands made quick work of the younger man’s clothes, only halting when Obi-Wan stood naked except for the golden torque that gleamed against his pale skin. Without a word, Xanatos sank to his knees, his mouth engulfing Obi-Wan’s semi-erect penis. The younger man braced his hands on the desk, his head tossed back as his lover skillfully used his hands and mouth to bring him to the brink of orgasm.

Xanatos smiled around the rigid organ in his mouth as Obi-Wan’s thigh muscles flexed and quivered as he fought to keep from cumming too soon. Letting the glistening cock slip from between his lips, Xanatos ignored the younger man’s groan of displeasure and began to kiss his way back up the pale, but well built body. Disregarding the hands that frantically grabbed at him in an attempt to pull him closer, Xanatos took Obi-Wan’s mouth in a thorough and deep kiss. He lifted his lover onto the desk and gradually pushed until he was flat on his back.

Pulling back in order to divest himself of his own clothes, Xanatos met Obi-Wan’s passion laden eyes with a look of promise. "We do this my way this time, brat."

Ignoring Obi-Wan’s confusion, Xanatos gave his own impressive organ a few deft strokes before grasping his lovers calves in each hand. He bent the younger man’s legs to his chest, spreading them in the process to allow himself easy access to his desired entrance. Eyes locked, Xanatos slowly worked his way inside the warm channel, making certain to keep Obi-Wan’s own erection trapped between them.

Once settled he was content to merely gaze upon his young lover, admiring the sheen of sweat that had already begun to glisten on pale skin, and the burning flame of those incredible eyes.

"Please!" Obi-Wan entreaty was accompanied by a shifting of his hips which sent Xanatos in even deeper, and tore a groan of pleasure from Obi-Wan’s throat.

A smile curved the Fallen Jedi’s lips as he slowly began to move in and out in deep, steady thrusts. He put all of his strength behind each snap of his hips, impaling the younger man and driving him into a near frenzied state. Soon, Obi-Wan’s head was thrashing back and forth on the desk, his hands digging into Xanatos’ arms as he pleaded for more, and faster.

Xanatos clasped Obi-Wan’s face between his palms, forcing him to meet the steady gaze as he continued an unabated and steady penetration.

"This isn’t just sex, Obi-Wan. This is making love, and it’s time you learn the difference."

Resistance flared in the younger man’s eyes, but was gradually worn down by the incredible sensation of being thoroughly made love to. Pushing his upper body up, Obi-Wan captured Xanatos’ mouth in a deep open mouthed kiss. Their tongues mating as thoroughly as their bodies, the Force currents that swirled around them entwining until it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began.

Obi-Wan came first, jettisoning between their sweat slicked bellies. As he collapsed back on the desk, Xanatos angled his hips for one final deep thrust, his own orgasm sending almost violent shudders through him as he emptied himself within his lover’s body. With a satisfied moan he slumped on top of the younger man, his cheek pressed against Obi-Wans as they both fought for breath.

"Damn you to hell, Xanatos." Obi-Wan’s whispered curse lacked any real conviction.

Chuckling softly, Xanatos turned his head and pressed a soft kiss against Obi-Wan’s lips before rolling them both onto their sides. Arms wrapped around one another, they fell into an exhausted sleep.