Tomorrow

Chapter 8

Xanatos pulled away from Obi-Wan, his jaw clenched. The younger man still did not realize what he had said. He was sprawled out on the bed, his chest rising and falling with each panting breath and sweat glistening on his body.

The fallen Jedi leaned over Obi-Wan and gently brushed away the hair stuck to his forehead. Then he kissed him hard, pinning him down with the greater weight of his body. The kiss went on and on until Obi-Wan was struggling for breath beneath him, and still Xanatos kissed him, ignoring the increasingly frantic movements of the young man.

At last, Xanatos pulled away, watching Obi-Wan gulp in great breaths of sweet air. Xan took Obi’s chin in a punishing grip and ground out the words between clenched teeth. “Do not ever speak of him in our bed.”

For the first time since their first days together, Obi-Wan felt a flicker of fear run through him as he looked up into Xanatos’ cold blue eyes. He was puzzled, unsure of what Xanatos was referring to, but quite sure he did not like the look in Xan’s eyes.

“What…?” Obi-Wan murmured, still somewhat dazed from the punishing kiss.

“You called out for Qui-Gon while I fucked you, Obi-Wan,” he whispered against Obi-Wan’s ear and then he gave an ugly laugh as the boy stiffened beneath him. “Yes, you did…” He said as he sensed Obi-Wan was about to utter a protest.

If possible, the boy became even more stiff and tense, and his eyes flew up to meet Xan’s. “You’re mine, Obi-Wan,” he said quietly. “You may long for Qui-Gon, you can even fuck him senseless in your dreams, my boy,” he said, feeling Obi-Wan jerk beneath him. “But you will not call for him when I’m the one inside of you.” He leaned down and licked a drop of sweat tracing a path down Obi-Wan’s check. “Do you understand me?”

His eyes wide with fear, Obi-Wan gave a nod.

Xanatos studied him carefully and then moved in for another kiss. This time however, he gave Obi-Wan’s lips a sharp nip that drew blood. Xan’s finger reached out and gathered the crimson fluid before Obi-Wan’s tongue could lap it away. The older man looked at the blood on his fingertip before using it to paint a faint, broken circle on Obi-Wan’s cheek.

“I’ve put my mark on you, Obi-Wan,” he said. “And I don’t mean to give you up.”

Xan gathered Obi-Wan into his arms and drifted off to sleep, carefully ignoring the fact that Obi-Wan remained tense and angry in his arms.

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Obi-Wan had become a sullen companion since their disastrous session of lovemaking two nights before. Xanatos had often looked up to see the boy’s baleful gaze fixed on him, only to have those long lashes flutter down when he met Xan’s eyes.

Just last night, Xan had roused Obi-Wan from a sound sleep by nuzzling his cock. Obi-Wan had come awake slowly, his hands twisting in Xan’s dark hair as the older man’s mouth moved over his flesh. Obi-Wan had come quickly with no more sound than a soft exhalation of air. Even as Xan licked his lips, Obi-Wan had turned over, his shoulders stiff as he presented his back to Xanatos.

Anger had prompted Xan to his next action, anger and fear. He was losing Obi-Wan and there was nothing he could do about it.

He had snuggled up behind Obi-Wan, ignoring the rigidness of the boy’s body. His erection had nudged against Obi’s backside, causing the younger man to quiver.

“We’re not done, little one,” he had murmured against Obi-Wan’s throat.

“I’m tired,” Obi-Wan’s voice was surly and defiant.

“That’s too damn bad,” Xan snarled as he rolled Obi-Wan over. “Look at me!”

With one last withering glance, Obi-Wan had deliberately closed his eyes and turned his face away.

“Very well, then,” Xan hissed. “If you want to play it that way, I can certainly oblige you,” he said as he lifted the boy’s legs up over his shoulders. With no preamble, he thrust his fingers into Obi-Wan’s body, ignoring his quiet moan of pain.

Soon he had Obi-Wan writhing and begging beneath him, but it was a hollow victory, for as he thrust himself into the younger man’s heat, Obi-Wan’s mercurial eyes flew open and met Xan’s gaze.

And in Obi-Wan’s eyes there was only sadness.

Xan closed his eyes then, unable to look into Obi-Wan’s tortured eyes. He plunged mindlessly into the warmth beneath him, bringing up one hand to stroke Obi-Wan’s cock in time to his own thrusts. When he felt Obi-Wan’s hot seed spurt over his fingers and the clenching of the muscles surrounding his cock, he let loose a cry as he found his own climax.


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“Dress for warm weather,” Xan snapped as he entered the fresher. But then he spied Obi-Wan in the tub. And for the first time in days, he was not blasted by hostility in his lover’s Force signature. The boy was placid, calm, accepting.

Obi-Wan looked up languidly, one hand trailing into the water of his bath. Xan frowned and approached the tub, lifting Obi-Wan's chin in order to look into his eyes. They were widely dilated and a drunken grin appeared on the boy’s face.

It was then that Xan noticed the almost empty bottle of Corellian whiskey on the floor.

He picked it up and arched one eyebrow at Obi-Wan in question. “Did you drink all of this yourself?”

Obi-Wan struggled to focus his bleary eyes on the object in question. Then he gave a smile of recognition. “Yes I did,” he said solemnly.

Xan chuckled. “You’re going to have a hell of a head tomorrow, my boy,” he warned him.

Obi-Wan lifted Xan’s hand and began to rub his cheek against it. He had not shaved yet so the stubble rasped pleasantly against his hand, causing Xan to shudder.

The younger man looked up and Xan watched with interest as Obi’s tongue licked at his own lips. “I want you,” the younger man said unexpectedly.

“You do?” Xan asked in surprise. They had not had sex in days, not since…

“I want to feel you stroking inside of me,” Obi-Wan murmured, still rubbing his rough cheek against Xan’s palm. “I want to feel the heat of your climax rush through me,” he continued, ignoring the groan from the older man above him. “I want to taste you…”

The younger man’s inhibitions had been shattered by the alcohol, and Xan felt as if he was seeing the true Obi-Wan for the first time.

Obi-Wan pulled Xan’s head down and kissed him passionately, his tongue stroking inside Xan’s mouth and his teeth nipping lightly at Xan’s lips. Then the younger man pulled too hard and Xan found himself falling into the tub.

Both men began to laugh and Xan shrugged, settling himself on Obi-Wan’s lap. Ruining his clothes was a small price to pay to enjoy his lover’s teasing good humor. Xan head rested on the edge of the huge tub and he felt Obi-Wan’s fingers comb through it tenderly.

“It’s so soft,” Obi-Wan said softly.

Xan gave a murmur of contentment as Obi-Wan’s fingers continued to caress his hair and scalp. Then the Jedi’s other hand trailed down Xan’s chest and belly, finally cupping the hardness that strained against Xan’s pants.

”And this is so hard,” Obi-Wan teased.

Xan looked up and caught Obi-Wan’s somewhat befuddled gaze. “I do love you, Obi-Wan,” he said.

Tears filled the boy’s eyes and he nodded. “I know…”

“I will be patient,” Xan promised, vowing to himself that he would keep that promise no matter how hard it was. “But do you think you’ll ever love me, too?”

Obi-Wan bit his lip and was silent for a long time. Finally he met Xan’s gaze and lifted one of Xan’s hands to his lips, and Obi-Wan playfully sucked on one of Xan’s fingers. “I should not love you,” he whispered.

“Why?”

“You are a fallen Jedi,” Obi-Wan answered. “And I have betrayed the Order.”

Xanatos groaned as Obi-Wan began to suckle one of his fingers in earnest. Xan felt each tug of that sweet mouth in his belly and cock. He imagined that warm mouth wrapped around him – Obi-Wan’s tongue stroking his erection and then spilling his seed over that warm, rough tongue.

“Obi-Wan…” he moaned as the boy’s nimble fingers began to unlace his pants.

Even as his hands freed Xan’s erection, Obi-Wan whispered. “I should not love you…”

“Yes, Obi-Wan…” Xan answered. /Yes, love me. Yes, make love to me. Be mine as I have been yours since the moment I saw you walking at Jinn’s side./

Obi-Wan’s hand began to slowly stroke Xan’s erection, watching it with fascination as it twitched in his grasp.

“I don’t want to love you,” Obi-Wan said in an agonized whisper.

/But you will love me, Obi-Wan./

Obi-Wan’s eyes met Xan’s and he smiled sadly.

/Anything is possible./ Obi-Wan replied, almost to himself.

Xan came abruptly, arching up into Obi-Wan’s gentle grasp.