Tomorrow

Warning: no sex in this chapter. The poor boys are worn out!

Chapter 5


They were lying on their bed, the shimmersilk whisper soft against their sweaty skin. On their sides, face to face, their gazes locked. Xanatos gave a smile that seemed sad.

The older man reached out and caressed the Padawan braid that clung Obi-Wan’s throat. The sweat of their last session of lovemaking still clung shimmered on the young man’s flesh, and Xan had to tamp down the temptation to lick every centimeter of his lover clean. Obi-Wan seemed pensive. Xan rolled the braid between his fingers, enjoying the silken texture of it.

Xan looked up to see Obi-Wan studying him with a cautious expression on his face.

“I won’t call you Master,” the boy said suddenly, his voice soft.

But not angry, Xan noted with delight. There was no anger in Obi-Wan’s words. Xanatos grinned and leaned forward to place a tender kiss on Obi’s mouth.

“That’s good,” he whispered when he pulled back. “Because I don’t want to be your Master.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes were skeptical, but he did not snatch his braid from Xanatos’ hand. “What do you want them?” Obi-Wan tried very hard to ignore the pounding of his heart and the slight breathlessness that seemed to affect him so often when he was with Xanatos.

Xan pulled the young man closer with a gentle tug on the braid. When their breath was intermingling, their lips barely touching, Xanatos’ tongue traced the line of Obi-Wan’s lips. The young man’s hand came up and buried themselves in the silken mass of Xan’s hair and a quiet groan escaped from Obi-Wan, ghosting across Xan’s lips. With a surge of triumph, he felt Obi-Wan lean into the embrace.

“I only want to be your love,” Xan whispered. “Nothing more, nothing less. Just let me be your beloved, we have no need of Masters between us.”

Suddenly, Obi-Wan stiffened and scrambled out of Xan’s arms and off the bed. Cursing, Xan followed him and impatiently tugged on a pair of sleep pants. He could see the miserable guilt in Obi-Wan’s eyes and Xan cursed himself anew for making the boy think of Jinn just as Obi-Wan had come willingly into his arms.

His shoulders slumped; Obi-Wan sank to the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands.

Xanatos decided that the boy needed to be distracted from his thoughts. After all, he had not left this room in ten days, since the moment he had been brought here to give and receive pleasure at the hands of Xanatos.

/Thoroughly and frequently fucked, indeed/ Xan thought.

“Get dressed,” Xan said suddenly.

Obi-Wan looked up at him in shock. “What?”

Xan gave the younger man an indulgent smile. “What’s the matter? Don’t speak Basic anymore, my love?”

Warmth spread though Xan as he realized that Obi had accepted the endearment without question or argument. “Get dressed, Obi-Wan. Let’s get out of here for a while.”

Apparently, the boy was afraid that Xanatos might change his mind because he jumped up and began wriggling into the leather pants and soft, clingy emerald shirt that Xan had provided for him. Obi-Wan had remained in sleep pants or shorts while languishing in this room; there was no need to dress when Xanatos would simply remove his clothes anyway.

On the second day Obi-Wan had been his lover, Xan had gently informed him that his Jedi garments needed to be washed and the young man had handed them over without protest. Oddly, he had not asked for their return and Xanatos had not broached the subject. Better to keep as many reminders of the Order away from Obi-Wan as possible, especially during this delicate time of beginning.

Obi-Wan searched frantically for his boots and found them under the bed. He tugged them on quickly and Xanatos noticed with a pang how very young Obi-Wan looked in his enthusiasm. He was altering Obi-Wan’s life in a drastic way by stealing him from the Jedi, but did he have the right to do so? He felt it would be a positive change, but what right did he have to decide that? Then he considered the alternative and he shook away his doubts. Xan smiled quickly at Obi, who was giving him an odd look.

The boy was bright, too likely to catch Xan’s strange mood.

“Let’s go,” Xan said as he opened the door.

Two huge guards slipped into place behind Xan and Obi-Wan as they went down the hall. This time, Obi-Wan had more time to take in his surroundings and he knew his mouth hung open a bit as he studied the opulence around him.

They main door opened and Obi-Wan stepped out into the sunshine with a deep sigh of relief. He tipped back his head and let the sun’s warmth caress his face. Xanatos could not help but smile as he looked at his young lover. The light streamed down on Obi, bringing out the red and gold in his hair. The light loved Obi-Wan, he mused.

Almost shyly, Xanatos linked his fingers through Obi-Wan’s, startling the younger man. Xanatos gave a gentle tug and smiled. “Come, let’s explore the city together.”

Obi-Wan grinned his agreement and the two walked down the street, hand-in-hand, and their guards silent and unobtrusive behind them.

The feel of Xan’s hand in his was strange but comforting, Obi-Wan reflected. Xan seemed to take great pride in showing off his city, pointing out various things of interest and watching carefully for the young man’s reaction. Every now and then, Xan would lift Obi-Wan’s hand and place a gentle kiss on the palm, or perhaps nip lightly at his fingers.

The first few times Obi-Wan had blushed and tried to pull his hand free, his eyes darting around to see who might have noticed Xan’s caresses. The streets were not overly crowded, but they were not alone.

Xanatos chuckled the second time it happened and leaned down to kiss Obi-Wan. “They don’t care, my love,” he said softly. “They see only that I love you and want to touch you.”

Their eyes locked. Obi-Wan swallowed hard and then gave one swift nod. But his hand remained linked with Xan’s the rest of the afternoon.

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