Clutching My Cure

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Chapter Forty-Nine


~~~~~~ “I love you. Please, help me find a way for this to work.” ~~~~~~

The obviously heartfelt plea had been replaying itself in his mind constantly the last few days. His initial anger at learning that Obi-Wan was planning to stay on Coruscant, regardless of what Xanatos wanted, had eventually morphed into a euphoric sense of joy at knowing the younger man loved him.

Xanatos wasn’t sure how he felt about the changes his lover had undergone while with the Jedi. The quiet, almost tranquil young man who’d faced him with calm conviction was someone he didn’t recognize. The Obi-Wan Kenobi he’d fallen in love with had been a spitfire, cursing and thumbing his nose at the Jedi and any other form of authority. A kindred spirit who didn’t flinch from doing what was needed in order to get ahead. Xanatos had no idea just how deeply Obi-Wan’s changes went.

“My Lord?”

Glancing up, Xanatos found his aide peering at him from the doorway. “Yes Tio?”

“The men are awaiting your orders. Should they begin to pack things up and load them onto the ship in preparation for our return home?”

Xanatos opened his mouth to answer in the affirmative, but something unexpected came out. “No, Tio. Tell them that my plans have changed and we won’t be going home.”

The older man hesitated before questioning his employer further. “For how long?”

“Indefinitely,” Xanatos replied, his tone encouraging obedience.

“As you wish. I shall have them cease packing.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Xanatos’ head snapped up at the voice that issued the new order. His heart began to race as he watched Obi-Wan stride toward him, a travel bag slung over one shoulder. Luminous eyes locked with his, a tremulous smile hovering on those kissable lips.

“Leave us,” Xanatos ordered his aide, his gaze never wavering from his lovers. “What are you doing here?”

Waiting until the door slid shut behind Tio, Obi-Wan let the bag slip off his shoulder and land on the floor beside him. Before explaining his presence, he trailed the tips of his fingers along the glossy polished surface of the black marble desk. The unconsciously sensual gesture was such a part of his nature, Xanatos knew he was completely unaware of the picture he made to others.

“I had something of an epiphany you could say.” His eyes danced as he fought back a happy grin. “I realized that it doesn’t matter where we make our home, here or Telos, as long as we’re together.”

Xanatos felt the air leave his lungs is a whoosh at the announcement. Afraid to hope, he sat forward in his chair, searching the ever changing eyes.

“What exactly are you saying?”

Moving around the desk, Obi-Wan paused at his side, his fingers gently fingering a long lock of ebony hair. “I love you and want to be with you. If that means making Telos my home, then so be it.”

“Why the sudden change of heart?”

“Let’s just say I was made to realize that [i] you [/i] are my heart.”

Something stirred in the sapphire depths of Xanatos’s gaze at his words, a hand lifting to trace the script burned into the golden torque that encircled Obi-Wan’s neck.

“Interesting that you use those words,” Xanatos murmured. “He’li achi.”

Obi-Wan raised a questioning eyebrow as he rolled the words around in his mouth. “He’li achi? Lovely, but what does it mean?”

“My heart,” Xanatos breathed, his words sparking a flood of desire in his lover’s gaze. “I think I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you in that bedroom.”

Disconcerted to feel his cheeks warming at the look directed at him, Obi-Wan raised his hands in order to draw attention to the bands circling each wrist. “And these?”

A wicked grin twisted the fallen Jedi’s lips. “Those I shall keep to myself for now.”

Ignoring Obi-Wan’s pout at being denied, Xanatos reached out and pulled the smaller man onto his lap. His hands noticeably trembled as he cupped the captivating features, his gaze searching his young lovers for some sign of reassurance. Sensing his lingering doubt, Obi-Wan smiled and brushed a gentle kiss against his mouth.

“Take me to bed and let me prove it to you.”

His body instantly hardening at the demand, Xanatos growled as he bent forward and captured Obi-Wan’s mouth in a deep, toe-curling kiss that seemed to go on and on. Afraid that if he let go of Obi-Wan, he’d awaken to find out it was all just a dream, he grunted in protest as the younger man slipped from his grasp and stood.

“Come to bed,” Obi-Wan cajoled, hands grasping both of his and urging him to his feet.

Xanatos allowed himself to be guided into the adjoining bedroom suite, his fingers racing over the control panel in order to lock out unwanted intruders. While he moved to the communit in order to inform Tio they were to be left undisturbed, Obi-Wan slipped into the fresher. His tasks finished, Xanatos poured himself a drink and tossed it back as he tried to steady his nerves.

He felt like an untried youth facing his first sexual encounter, the palms of his hands sweating and his breathing labored. Determined to gain control of himself, he began to unbutton his shirt while toeing off his boots.

“Stop.”

The command froze him in the process of undoing his pants, his gaze swinging toward the fresher. Obi-Wan stood in the doorway wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of form fitting black shorts that hid nothing from view. Swallowing the sudden lump lodged in his throat, Xanatos watched in mute silence as the creature strolled toward him with a sensuous sway of trim hips.

“I wanted to undress you,” Obi-Wan admitted with a disappointed sigh.

“Another time,” Xanatos ground out as he surveyed the delicious sight before him.

Obi-Wan rested the flat of his hands against the expanse of alabaster skin that stretched tautly across Xanatos’s chest. He allowed them to slide down the rose colored nipples and across a flat stomach ribbed with muscles.

“I love that your body is nearly devoid of hair.” He drew a gasp as that hand slipped inside the gapping waistband and threaded its way through crisp pubic hairs. “Except for here of course.”

He watched Xanatos’s reaction closely as he began to work the rock hard organ, a smile curving his lips as long ebony eyelashes slid down in delight. Afraid things were progressing too fast, he removed his hand and slid to his knees, taking the pants with him. Xanatos stepped out of the form fitting leather, his chest heaving from pent up passion. Gazing down on top of the reddish-gold head, he nearly groaned as Obi-Wan rested a cheek against his bare hip, lips mere inches from his rigid cock.

“Do you realize that the entire time we’ve been together, you’ve almost always taken the lead in the bedroom?”

“Complaining?”

“No,” the younger man admitted. “But I think it’s time we changed that.”

Before Xanatos could respond, Obi-Wan had bent forward and swallowed him. The fallen Jedi threw his head back in ecstasy, hands plunging into the silken locks of hair as he braced his legs and reveled in the warm mouth. Obi-Wan was skilled, his tongue caressing the impressive length, his cheeks concaving as he supplied a vigorous sucking. In no time he had Xanatos rocking his hips, the sudden tightening of the lean body alerting him to an impending climax.

Obi-Wan denied him the release by pulling away and surging to his feet. He began to advance on the fallen Jedi, guiding him toward the huge bed, hunger gnawing at the pit of his belly. Xanatos’s knees hit the edge of the silk draped mattress and he allowed himself to fall backwards, his young lover quickly covering him with the tenacity of a vein. Their mouths came together in a deep kiss, tongues dueling intimately as they drank from one another.

The younger man allowed Xanatos to push the shorts down, a vigorous wiggling dislodging them completely. Kicking them off the side of the bed, Obi-Wan began to worship the long body with his lips and tongue, each caress eliciting gasps of pleasure and delight. His hands explored, finding every sensitive spot on Xanatos’s body and cataloguing it for future reference. He poured all of his love and affection for his lover into each and every move he made, expressing himself with a freedom he’d repressed until now.

“Obi-Wan, I need you.”

Xanatos’s pained admission thrilled him, the words rough with need and desire. For him. Obi-Wan ceased his torment and moved to straddle his lover, a hand grasping the weeping cock. Xanatos sat up swiftly and held the young man back, his gaze concerned as it met Obi-Wan’s sultry one.

“Wait, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Touched by the genuine concern, Obi-Wan gifted him with a gentle kiss. “I came prepared.”

A wide grin split the pale features making Xanatos seem younger and more carefree. He grasped Obi-Wan’s hips, helping maneuver him so that Obi-Wan could lower himself. They both gasped out loud at the intimate contact, Obi-Wan encircling Xanatos’s neck with his arms. Bare chests pressed together, Xanatos fingers tightened painfully on his lover’s hips as he helped the younger man set a languid pace, lifting and then impaling himself.

They lost all sense of time as they savored the simple joy of being connected so intimately. Eventually the long separation and bottled up emotions demanded more. Frustrated by the position, Xanatos growled low in his throat as he rolled his young lover onto his back. Bracing Obi-Wan‘s legs open with his arms, he thanked the Force the younger man was limber as he began to move with deep, steady thrusts. Sweat soon beaded both their bodies as they raced toward release, Obi-Wan lifting his head in order to drink deeply from Xanatos’s lips while working his own erection.

“I love you,” he breathed in between kisses.

Sapphire eyes warmed with affection at his words, pale features softening as Xanatos reached out through the Force to make contact through their bond. He was disappointed to find the same shields in place, holding him at bay.

“Obi-Wan.”

The name was spoken with a mixture of anger and hurt. As his pace intensified the closer he neared orgasm, Xanatos was suddenly flooded with a wave of pure emotion. He gasped in shock as he realized that Obi-Wan had finally lowered his barriers and was allowing him complete access to his heart and mind. The intense rush of emotions brought a betraying sting of tears to his eyes as he pushed them both toward final release.

Cries of pleasure broke from them both as their bodies convulsed in orgasmic bliss. Their mouths clung together, tongues gently caressing as they rolled to their sides and clung to one another. Cupping the younger man’s sweaty face, Xanatos’s lips twitched as he reveled in the warm currents that now flowed easily along the bond.

“Thank you.”

Still trying to catch his breath, Obi-Wan eyed him questioningly. Brushing his fingertips along a swollen bottom lip, Xanatos explained.

“For finally trusting me enough to let go.”

Drawing the young man into his arms, he rested his cheek against the top of the silken head. “Sleep. We’ll discuss everything else in the morning.”

A contented smile curved Obi-Wan’s lips as he obeyed, his long eyelashes sliding shut as he drifted off. Everything in his life felt right for the first time.