Tomorrow

Title: Tomorrow
Category: CHAN, First Time, Obi/Xan
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Obi-Wan is about 17 in this, so if that gives you the willies, don’t read.
Spoilers: none, totally AU (or IS it?)
Summary: Xanatos has captured the object of his affections. Will he be able to claim his heart?

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Star Wars. I make no money from writing these dirty little stories. Damn!

Chapter 1

Obi-Wan stared at Xanatos in dismay. “What have you done with Qui-Gon?”

Xanatos laughed coldly, his eyes a hot contrast. He leaned closer and his breath was warm on the younger man’s cheek.

“Your Master, MY Master, has returned to the Jedi Temple to mourn the loss of yet another Padawan,” he purred in false sympathy, his mouth close to Obi-Wan’s ear.

Obi-Wan’s eyes closed in despair and he choked down the sob that threatened. Then he opened his eyes and stared calmly into the sapphire gaze of his enemy. The moment of grief and desolation had passed and once more he was wrapped in a cloak of Jedi serenity.

“I’m glad Qui-Gon is safe,” he said softly. “If my death has purchased his life, then I am content.”

Xanatos chuckled and brushed his knuckles across Obi-Wan’s pale cheeks. “Oh, my Obi-Wan,” he said in a silky voice. “I do not desire your death.”

The young man swallowed hard as Xanatos pulled him close by winding his Padawan braid around one blunt finger.

“I just want…you,” he breathed just before his lips ghosted over Obi-Wan’s.

The Jedi jerked back in shock. He was an innocent, completely unfamiliar with any expression of physical passion. But where Xan had kissed him a strange tingling sensation lingered. He would have reached up to touch his mouth if his hands had not been bound behind his back. Instead, his tongue swept out to explore his own lips. Curious…

“I don’t understand,” he stammered breathlessly.

Xanatos assumed an expression of amused disbelief and then examined the shining length of hair he held in his hand. “Oh, I think you do,” he said softly. “Surely you have experimented with another Padawan,” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss on Obi-Wan’s clenched jaw. “…or two…”

Shaking his head as much to clear his thoughts as to deny Xanatos’ words, Obi-Wan pulled back strained to escape the disturbing currents that swirled between them. But a firm hand came up and cradled his head, bringing him closer to the soft lips that were so very warm.

“No games in the dark of night?” Xan’s voice was barely audible.

“No,” Obi-Wan answered desperately.

Something hot and wild and triumphant sparked in Xanatos’ incredible eyes. He had waited so long and he had been so sure that Qui-Gon would have claimed the boy first. But now here he was, and Xan’s hands would be the first to stroke that silken flesh. His arousal spiked through him, permeating the very air around him.

“A virgin…” he breathed reverently. “Untouched and untried, waiting for that first kiss,” he leaned down and brushed his lips tenderly across Obi-Wan’s mouth, “that first stroke of a lover’s hand.” Then Xanatos’ tongue tested Obi-Wan’s lips for the first time, seeking entrance.

/Please/ Xan’s voice echoed in his head.

Cut off from the Force by the collar around his neck, Obi-Wan could not answer, for his voice seemed lost somewhere in another galaxy.

Almost unconsciously, Obi-Wan parted his lips and a hot tongue swept in. With lingering strokes, Xanatos explored the sweet depths of Obi-Wan’s mouth.

Obi-Wan was startled at the taste of Xan’s mouth. It smelled slightly of some sort of fruit that he must have recently eaten. And it felt oddly…right.

Suddenly, Xanatos pulled him close until the length of their bodies was pressed against each other. A low moan came from the older man and it was answered by a soft whimper from Obi-Wan.

Cradled so closely against him, Obi-Wan could not help but notice the hardened length of Xanatos prodding the flesh of his belly. The tingling that had begun in his lips traveled an electrical path down to his groin where it filled his cock to a painful hardness. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this sensation. How different it was from the reaction he had to his own hand!

The cuffs restraining him fell away with a soft clink and he felt Xanatos tenderly guiding him backward…to a bed he had not noticed until that moment. When his legs hit the edge of it, he almost fell.

Xan’s hands steadied him, but his lips remained on Obi-Wan’s, his tongue gently invading his mouth. Obi-Wan found himself clutching wildly at Xanatos’ shoulders, seeking some sort of anchor against the chaotic swirl of emotions raging through him.

At last, Xan pulled his mouth away and kissed a path to Obi-Wan’s ear. “Will you not let me show you how wondrous it could be?” Then he nipped sharply at his earlobe.

Obi-Wan groaned, lost under the assault on his senses. His inexperience made him vulnerable to Xanatos’ words and touch.

“I…” Obi-Wan’s voice trailed off only to erupt in a sharp cry as Xanatos brought one hand to his chest and lightly rolled a nipple between two callused fingers.

“Oh Force!” The words came out of Obi-Wan’s constricted throat on a sigh of surrender.

Xanatos sensed his victory and allowed himself a small chuckle against Obi-Wan’s throat where he licked at the thundering pulse beneath his lips.

Gently, he lowered Obi-Wan to the bed and admired the young man’s flushed face and the way his chest rose and fell with each rapid breath. He knelt beside Obi-Wan on the bed and began to slowly part the Jedi’s tunics. When he reached the utility belt, his nimble fingers made short work of the clasp. Finally the tunics fell back and a smooth expanse of skin was bared to appreciative gaze.

“You’re beautiful…” he whispered reverently.

Xanatos ran his fingers lightly down Obi-Wan’s chest, enjoying the way the muscles danced beneath his touch. When he reached the taut belly, he dipped his fingers into the auburn trail that disappeared into Obi-Wan’s trousers.

He looked up and met the young man’s eyes. Confusion, desire, and fear swirled there. Overcome with tenderness, he placed a gentle kiss on the slightly parted lips. “Don’t fear me, little one,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

The Jedi shuddered and reached up with trembling hands. He entwined his fingers in the soft black hair that swung about Xan’s shoulders. Xanatos began to unfasten Obi-Wan’s pants, while kissing him so thoroughly that he didn’t even seem to notice.

The younger man’s hands had come up and were stroking through the silky black hair that now brushed his chest. It felt incredibly soft and he could not help but clench at it when Xan used his preoccupation to press his mouth against Obi-Wan’s again, his tongue marking him with a trail of heat that stole his breath.

But when Xanatos’ hand closed around his erection, Obi-Wan jerked and grunted harshly into Xan’s mouth.

Obi-Wan’s cock leapt in his grasp. “Yes…” Xan hissed between clenched teeth. “Then he tightened his fingers and began a slow, stroking motion that soon had Obi-Wan pumping his hips up toward that warm hand.

“That’s it,” Xan encouraged, murmuring in his ear. “That’s it, Obi-Wan,” he said and then twisted his hand slightly as he reached the head of his cock. “Just come for me…”

With a wail Obi-Wan did just that, and his seed spurted hot over Xanatos’ hand.

The younger man trembled in the aftershocks of his orgasm, gasping for breath. Xan wrapped his arms around the shivering body and whispered soothing words to him. A light sheen of sweat graced the boy’s flesh, making it shimmer in the dim light. His cheeks were beautifully flushed, and his lips were swollen and red.

After Obi-Wan had recovered somewhat, Xan began to rain kisses along his throat, then moving down to his chest. Obi-Wan arched off the bed when Xanatos’ mouth closed over his nipple and sucked hard.

“There’s so much more I can show you, little one,” he told him in a voice that was heavy with temptation.

Xan’s fingers ghosted over Obi-Wan’s twitching cock, which had already begun to show signs of renewed interest. Obi-Wan began to struggle, suddenly overwhelmed by the thought of what he had done – and with whom.

“Don’t fight it, my love,” Xan whispered. “I’ve waited so long for you.”

Xan’s hand brushed against Obi-Wan’s belly and both men hissed at the contact.

“Did it not feel…incredible,” he murmured against the boy’s ear. “Just imagine how it will feel when we finally make love…” His voice dripped desire and need, and something within Obi-Wan answered that call. The younger man tamped down the feelings which had begun to howl inside of him.

Xan merely continued to stroke him firmly, while his mouth moved from one nipple to the other, lightly biting and then sucking hard. It wasn’t long before Obi-Wan began thrusting up into Xanatos’ hand once more.

When Obi-Wan was teetering on the edge once more, Xan leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Let me love you, Obi-Wan,” he pleaded.

The Jedi trembled in response and when he answered there was a note of surrender in his voice. “Yes…” and somehow the word was infinitely sad.

But Xanatos felt only a fierce thrill of exultation and triumph roll through him. Later, he would work to win Obi-Wan’s heart, just as he was about to claim his body.

With a groan, Xanatos rolled until he was covering Obi-Wan’s body with his own. The young man clutched at the bed coverings when Xan lightly pressed his still clothed erection against the cock that was flushed crimson and glistening between them.

Xan smiled against his throat. This was going better than expected, even considering the aphrodisiacs that had been in the boy’s food for two days. Two long days that Xanatos had stayed away while he waited for the one he had loved so long to love him back.

“Take my clothes off, Obi-Wan,” he hissed, a note of desperate need in his voice. There would be no telling himself that he had been taken against his will once the hot flush of passion was over. No, Obi-Wan would remember that he had wanted this too, that he had been an active participant.

Obi-Wan looked up at with confusion, passion clouding his stormy eyes. “Wha…”

Leaning down to kiss him, Xanatos used his lips and tongue to make Obi-Wan quiver beneath him.

“Undress me,” he whispered. “I want to know that you want me, too.” Xanatos smiled as Obi-Wan began to pant as he ground their erections together suggestively.

Standing up swiftly, he took Obi-Wan’s hand and brought him to his feet as well. He slipped the opened tunics and shirts off the broad shoulders and watched with interest as Obi-Wan’s nipples hardened even more in the cool air of the room. Then Xan leaned down and pulled of the Jedi’s boots, running his hands up the lean, muscular legs to where Obi’s pants were hanging loosely on his slim hips. Gently, he tugged them off of the unresisting young Jedi.

Xanatos drew in a sharp breath at his first unfettered look at Obi-Wan’s nude glory. By the Force, the boy had a body that was the walking embodiment of temptation! Broad shoulders tapered enticingly down to a narrow waist and surprisingly long legs. Slim elegant feet completed the picture.

Xan reached out and was shocked to see that his hand trembled. Shyly, Obi-Wan glanced up at him from beneath long lashes. His own hand came up to tentatively rest on Xanatos’ chest, where his racing heartbeat gave evidence of his arousal, even if the bulge in his pants left no doubt.

Biting his lip, Obi-Wan stepped closer and Xan’s hand slipped down to his hip. With a look of concentration, he began to unbutton Xan’s shirt and when he was done he hesitated just a moment before taking it off. Xan hissed at the sensation of the shimmersilk gliding against his overheated flesh on the way down.

Obi-Wan stared at him hungrily and then began to stoke his hands slowly down the muscular chest. He barely noticed when Xan’s other hand came up to rest on his other hip. But his eyes grew wide when those fingers bit into his flesh.

Growling impatiently, Xan murmured, “You’re not done, little one.”

Their eyes met and the heat in Xanatos’ gaze stole away the last of Obi-Wan’s resistance.

He surprised his captor by sliding down to his knees.

Xan felt his breath leave him in a rush as the younger man made quick work of the fastening and then pushed the sides back, revealing an erection that was almost painful in its intensity. His cock bobbed out and he flinched at the cool air. By the gods, he was harder than he had ever been. This man, this boy, on his knees before him could make him spill his seed like an untried youth if he was not careful.

He reached down and stroked Obi-Wan’s head. “Take me in your mouth,” he ground out. “Love me…”

With only a moment of hesitation, Obi-Wan nuzzled his lips against the glistening tip, his tongue lapping out to catch the drop of liquid that crowned it.

Unable to help himself, Xanatos’ hips thrust forward, sheathing his cock in the unbelievably hot haven of Obi-Wan’s mouth. The boy struggled to accept the length and Xan pulled back, berating himself for his lack of control.

With short, stilted thrusts he worked his cock back into Obi-Wan’s mouth, letting him become accustomed to the feel of it, the taste and the texture of it. Slowly, the boy relaxed and Xanatos felt his cock brush the back of the younger man’s throat.

He jerked out of Obi-Wan’s mouth, unwilling to spill himself there. No, he needed to be buried to the hilt inside the boy’s sweet body for this first time. Only then would he feel as if he had made the Jedi his own.

Xan pulled Obi-Wan to his feet despite his protests and laid him on the bed. “Later, my little love, there will be time for me to come inside your mouth later,” he whispered urgently. “Now I need to be inside of you...” he said as his fingers trailed down his body and between his legs. “I want to be there…”

Obi-Wan shivered, but he reached up and dragged Xanatos’ mouth down to his. “Yes…” he whispered just before their lips met. He felt his old life slip away from him in that moment, but he could not mourn the loss. He burned for Xan’s touch, no matter how wrong it might be. Tomorrow he would face the consequences of his action. But tonight, he would indulge in the heat that was Xanatos de Crion.

With a cry of victory, Xan kissed him hotly and then pulled back. “Turn over for me, Obi-Wan,” he instructed gently.

Trembling with anticipation and apprehension, Obi-Wan did as he was told. Xan bit his lip as he stared at the delectable backside now facing him. He reached for the Force so that he would not come from the sight of the tender flesh alone.

Slowly, he began to massage Obi-Wan’s back, making him relax and give way to his touch. Then his hands moved lower to the muscular buttocks that flexed so beautifully as Obi-Wan pressed his erection into the bed.

His fingers slid down the cleft and to the waiting entrance. Obi-Wan stiffened, but Xan merely murmured sweet words to him and kept his touch light and soft.

Reaching out with the Force, Xanatos brought a small vial of oil to his hand and spread it on his fingers.

/Careful…/ he told himself.

One finger slid easily into the puckered entrance and Obi-Wan came off the bed with a sharp cry.

“Oh Force!”

“Easy, love,” Xan whispered.

He gently pushed Obi-Wan back to the bed and slowly pushed another finger inside of him. His own cock swelled and pulsed at the sensation of invading the young body with his fingers alone. How much better would it feel to slide his cock into that warmth?

When Obi-Wan’ body yielded easily to the questing fingers, Xan urged Obi-Wan to his knees and placed the tip of his cock where he had always longed for it to be. Xan ran his shaking hands down the boy’s flanks and knew he could not wait any longer.

Suddenly making a decision, Xanatos used a flicker of the Force to remove the Force inhibiting collar from his lover’s throat. Obi-Wan grunted as the Force flowed back into him, quickly followed by all the lust that Xanatos felt for him. It burned and soothed at once.

The Force rose up and swirled around them in dark shadows and beams of light. Loss and joy intermingled, and one became the other until neither man was exactly sure which emotion was his own.

Pulling Obi-Wan’s cheeks apart, Xanatos lined up his cock with the waiting entrance. Slowly, using the Force to ease his entry, he began to slide his cock inside Obi-Wan. With short, easy strokes he gained a centimeter at a time.

Obi-Wan began to shake and quiver beneath him and then he began to push back against the cock impaling him.

Freed from restraint, Xan gave one powerful thrust forward and sheathed himself to the hilt inside the young flesh. Obi-Wan cried out. “Oh gods yes!’

Obi-Wan knew that the moment Xan entered his body he was forever transformed. The fallen Jedi’s passion had seeped into Obi-Wan’s mind and heart and now his soul was tinged by that shadowy obsession.

Xan could not restrain the fierce joy that sang through him. At long last he was inside his beautiful Obi-Wan. At last, Obi-Wan was his!

And Xan responded by pulling out and thrusting back in with a powerful lunge of his hips. Xan wrapped hard fingers around Obi-Wan’s erection and stroked hard, matching his motion to the thrusts of his hips.

Obi-Wan responded beautifully, with all the passion that Xan had sensed dormant inside of him. Their lust was so powerful that he knew it could not last long. When Obi-Wan cried out and tightened around him in crushing waves and Xan shuddered and then poured his seed into the warmth that was Obi-Wan.

They fell to the bed with sated sighs and Xan gathered the trembling young man into his arms.

It had taken such careful planning, bringing the boy here. But all of his patience and unflagging devotion had been rewarded. Obi-Wan had responded to Xan’s lovemaking. And one such as Obi-Wan could not have given himself so fully if his heart had not been touched, at least in some small way.

Tomorrow he would begin his assault on the boy’s heart. Tomorrow, their future would truly begin…