Clutching My Cure
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Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
51
Views:
9,706
Reviews:
147
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty
Obi-Wan leaned back in the leather chair, his gaze drawn yet again toward the huge window. Countless data pads cluttered the top of the desk, forgotten as his thoughts were tied in knots by Xanatos. It had been a week since he’d awoken, spent in his bed, to find his lover leaning over him. During the ensuing days he’d found himself drowning in a deluge of trinkets, flowers and unexpected appearances from the fallen Jedi. Wherever he went on Coruscant, Xanatos popped up to try and woo him with words, kisses, caresses and gifts.
Biting his bottom lip, Obi-Wan felt his body quicken at the memory of those encounters. He felt battered and off kilter, close to succumbing just so he could have a moments peace. His body was in a constant state of arousal with no one but himself to release it. Bruck and Garen were in the early stages of fascination with one another and spent all their free time either fighting or screwing. He was happy for his friends but still felt a sense of loss, Bruck’s affections focused on someone else now.
“Obi-Wan?”
Jolted back to awareness by the childish voice, he swiveled the chair to find a young boy peeking his head around the doorway. An immediate smile came to Obi-Wan’s lips at seeing the youngster.
“Hello, Nawe.”
“Sorry to bother you, but Dad told me to let you know another one just arrived.”
A sigh of frustration broke from Obi-Wan at the news. “How big is this one?”
Nawe grinned as he thrust his hand forward, a metal box sitting on his open palm, a golden bow topping it. Curious despite himself, Obi-Wan waved the boy forward.
“Let’s have a look at it before I have you dispose of it.”
The boy scampered forward, an excited gleam in his eyes as he handed the box over. He found Xanatos’s antics both amusing and sweet and looked forward to each and every gift that arrived. As Obi-Wan carefully removed the bow, his companion spoke with anticipation.
“This guy must really love you,” he shared with all seriousness. “Dad said that between him and me, he probably wouldn’t have worked this hard to get Mom.”
Obi-Wan nearly choked on his laughter at the admission. “I think your father meant for that to be a secret between the two of you.”
“Oh,” Nawe breathed, a worried frown creasing his forehead as he glanced up at his friend. “I guess he’ll be mad I told you, huh?”
“Not if he doesn’t know about it, and I don’t intend to tell him.” Obi-Wan’s promise was accompanied by a wink that had the boy grinning once again. Removing the lid, Obi-Wan was speechless as he stared down at the contents, Nawe leaning over to peer inside.
“Wow, they match the one you wear around your neck,” he observed, watching as Obi-Wan removed the thick golden bracelets.
Slipping the bands around each wrist, Obi-Wan gently fingered the intricate inscription that wound around each one. It was the same script that had been burned into the torque Xanatos had given him for his life day gift. His searches had turned up nothing that matched the writing, frustrating him even more.
“Are you going to get rid of them?” Nawe inquired softly.
“No,” Obi-Wan replied just as softly, watching as the script seemed to glow in the light. “I’ll keep these.”
The boy almost looked relieved as he gathered up the box and bow. “Oh, I was also supposed to tell you that your guest is waiting in the lobby.”
Obi-Wan hesitated before responding, his gaze traveling over the array of gifts that now littered his suite. What he’d kept in no way compared to the sheer volume of items his employees had disposed of, and yet they were enough to bring the feeling of claustrophobia rushing back. He needed space to breath, time to do some thinking without the worry of Xanatos interrupting him. Leaving the planet wasn’t an option he knew, Xanatos would simply follow.
There was only one place in the galaxy where he knew his lover would never follow him. And with Bruck and Garen both away on missions, there was only one person available to take him there.
“Have your father send him up, Nawe.”
“Sure thing, Obi-Wan.”
Left alone, Obi-Wan hurried over to pour himself a drink, his hand trembling as he considered once again just what he was planning. It was a crazy idea, but he was desperate. Tossing the drink back, he gasped as it burned a path down to his stomach and stung his eyes. Slamming the glass down on the marble bar, he moved over to the window and stared across at the spirals of the Jedi Temple.
“You sent for me?”
He didn’t turn as the deep voice spoke from behind him, instead staring down at the bracelets that now adorned his wrists. “Yes. I’m sorry to bother you but Garen and Bruck are both off on missions and… This can’t wait.”
Turning, he met the dark gaze that studied him. “I want to visit the Temple.”
An ebony eyebrow lifted in surprise. “And you want me to escort you?
Receiving a curt nod in reply, Eitan strode forward until he stood directly in front of the younger man. Reaching out he grasped Obi-Wan’s hands, lifting them in order to study the golden bands.
“He’s wearing you down. I can see it in your face.” His gaze lifted to take in the dark circles that hung like shadows under blue-gray eyes. “I can warn him to back off.”
Obi-Wan was genuinely surprised by the offer, and equally touched. “Thank you, but I don’t want to cause trouble between the two of you. I know how he’d react to you warning him away from something he wants. I’m asking much of you as is.”
A grin twisted Eitan’s mouth, a mischievous glint entering his dark gaze. “I’m actually looking forward to this. I just wish I could see the expression on his face when he finds out exactly where you are, and who took you there.”
Obi-Wan grinned in return, but it vanished when he saw something enter the older man’s gaze. It was a look he was familiar with but never thought to see directed at him, at least not by Delano.
“I have a request, call it a small fee for my services.”
Obi-Wan was unable to respond verbally, his eyes locked with Eitan’s. The Jedi waited until he saw acceptance in Obi-Wan’s gaze before he bent down and sealed the bargain with a kiss. It was a gentle, almost hesitant brush of lips, Obi-Wan oddly touched by Eitan’s obvious lack of experience. Standing on the tips of his toes, he took control, plundering the Jedi Master’s mouth with smooth expertise.
Minutes later, Eitan pulled away, his breathing labored as he gently trailed the pads of his fingers down Obi-Wan’s face. “DeCrion doesn’t deserve you. Lucky bastard.”
Grinning as the words elicited a chuckle from the younger man, Eitan removed his robe and helped a curious Obi-Wan into it. Pulling the hood over the reddish-gold head, he rested an arm around the one time Jedi’s shoulders and guided him toward the door.
“Let the games begin.”
Obi-Wan leaned back in the leather chair, his gaze drawn yet again toward the huge window. Countless data pads cluttered the top of the desk, forgotten as his thoughts were tied in knots by Xanatos. It had been a week since he’d awoken, spent in his bed, to find his lover leaning over him. During the ensuing days he’d found himself drowning in a deluge of trinkets, flowers and unexpected appearances from the fallen Jedi. Wherever he went on Coruscant, Xanatos popped up to try and woo him with words, kisses, caresses and gifts.
Biting his bottom lip, Obi-Wan felt his body quicken at the memory of those encounters. He felt battered and off kilter, close to succumbing just so he could have a moments peace. His body was in a constant state of arousal with no one but himself to release it. Bruck and Garen were in the early stages of fascination with one another and spent all their free time either fighting or screwing. He was happy for his friends but still felt a sense of loss, Bruck’s affections focused on someone else now.
“Obi-Wan?”
Jolted back to awareness by the childish voice, he swiveled the chair to find a young boy peeking his head around the doorway. An immediate smile came to Obi-Wan’s lips at seeing the youngster.
“Hello, Nawe.”
“Sorry to bother you, but Dad told me to let you know another one just arrived.”
A sigh of frustration broke from Obi-Wan at the news. “How big is this one?”
Nawe grinned as he thrust his hand forward, a metal box sitting on his open palm, a golden bow topping it. Curious despite himself, Obi-Wan waved the boy forward.
“Let’s have a look at it before I have you dispose of it.”
The boy scampered forward, an excited gleam in his eyes as he handed the box over. He found Xanatos’s antics both amusing and sweet and looked forward to each and every gift that arrived. As Obi-Wan carefully removed the bow, his companion spoke with anticipation.
“This guy must really love you,” he shared with all seriousness. “Dad said that between him and me, he probably wouldn’t have worked this hard to get Mom.”
Obi-Wan nearly choked on his laughter at the admission. “I think your father meant for that to be a secret between the two of you.”
“Oh,” Nawe breathed, a worried frown creasing his forehead as he glanced up at his friend. “I guess he’ll be mad I told you, huh?”
“Not if he doesn’t know about it, and I don’t intend to tell him.” Obi-Wan’s promise was accompanied by a wink that had the boy grinning once again. Removing the lid, Obi-Wan was speechless as he stared down at the contents, Nawe leaning over to peer inside.
“Wow, they match the one you wear around your neck,” he observed, watching as Obi-Wan removed the thick golden bracelets.
Slipping the bands around each wrist, Obi-Wan gently fingered the intricate inscription that wound around each one. It was the same script that had been burned into the torque Xanatos had given him for his life day gift. His searches had turned up nothing that matched the writing, frustrating him even more.
“Are you going to get rid of them?” Nawe inquired softly.
“No,” Obi-Wan replied just as softly, watching as the script seemed to glow in the light. “I’ll keep these.”
The boy almost looked relieved as he gathered up the box and bow. “Oh, I was also supposed to tell you that your guest is waiting in the lobby.”
Obi-Wan hesitated before responding, his gaze traveling over the array of gifts that now littered his suite. What he’d kept in no way compared to the sheer volume of items his employees had disposed of, and yet they were enough to bring the feeling of claustrophobia rushing back. He needed space to breath, time to do some thinking without the worry of Xanatos interrupting him. Leaving the planet wasn’t an option he knew, Xanatos would simply follow.
There was only one place in the galaxy where he knew his lover would never follow him. And with Bruck and Garen both away on missions, there was only one person available to take him there.
“Have your father send him up, Nawe.”
“Sure thing, Obi-Wan.”
Left alone, Obi-Wan hurried over to pour himself a drink, his hand trembling as he considered once again just what he was planning. It was a crazy idea, but he was desperate. Tossing the drink back, he gasped as it burned a path down to his stomach and stung his eyes. Slamming the glass down on the marble bar, he moved over to the window and stared across at the spirals of the Jedi Temple.
“You sent for me?”
He didn’t turn as the deep voice spoke from behind him, instead staring down at the bracelets that now adorned his wrists. “Yes. I’m sorry to bother you but Garen and Bruck are both off on missions and… This can’t wait.”
Turning, he met the dark gaze that studied him. “I want to visit the Temple.”
An ebony eyebrow lifted in surprise. “And you want me to escort you?
Receiving a curt nod in reply, Eitan strode forward until he stood directly in front of the younger man. Reaching out he grasped Obi-Wan’s hands, lifting them in order to study the golden bands.
“He’s wearing you down. I can see it in your face.” His gaze lifted to take in the dark circles that hung like shadows under blue-gray eyes. “I can warn him to back off.”
Obi-Wan was genuinely surprised by the offer, and equally touched. “Thank you, but I don’t want to cause trouble between the two of you. I know how he’d react to you warning him away from something he wants. I’m asking much of you as is.”
A grin twisted Eitan’s mouth, a mischievous glint entering his dark gaze. “I’m actually looking forward to this. I just wish I could see the expression on his face when he finds out exactly where you are, and who took you there.”
Obi-Wan grinned in return, but it vanished when he saw something enter the older man’s gaze. It was a look he was familiar with but never thought to see directed at him, at least not by Delano.
“I have a request, call it a small fee for my services.”
Obi-Wan was unable to respond verbally, his eyes locked with Eitan’s. The Jedi waited until he saw acceptance in Obi-Wan’s gaze before he bent down and sealed the bargain with a kiss. It was a gentle, almost hesitant brush of lips, Obi-Wan oddly touched by Eitan’s obvious lack of experience. Standing on the tips of his toes, he took control, plundering the Jedi Master’s mouth with smooth expertise.
Minutes later, Eitan pulled away, his breathing labored as he gently trailed the pads of his fingers down Obi-Wan’s face. “DeCrion doesn’t deserve you. Lucky bastard.”
Grinning as the words elicited a chuckle from the younger man, Eitan removed his robe and helped a curious Obi-Wan into it. Pulling the hood over the reddish-gold head, he rested an arm around the one time Jedi’s shoulders and guided him toward the door.
“Let the games begin.”