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Summary: Xanatos plays with his prey.

Warning: Contains torture and rape. I'm not kidding here. And no comfort in this one either.

Pairing: O/X

Rating: NC-17 (for above reasons)

Category: Obi/Other, Xanatos/Other, Non-con, Angst

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Archive: M/A and my own site (http://www.franzis-world.net). Others, please ask.

Comments: Thanks to my beta-reader Tem-Ve (hmm, I think I take your offer, you know what *g*), to everyone who endured me and my ramblings over Xanatos while I was writing this (even though some of them don't even want to hear this name anymore *wink*), and to those who encouraged me to write more.

Xanatos sat on his chair, legs spread, hands resting lazily in his lap. He watched the man - boy - who was tied to the chair across from him. The boy was naked, wearing nothing but the Force damping collar around his neck. Ropes tying his ankles to the rear legs of the chair, his wrists tied together behind him, another rope connecting them to his ankles, stretching the young body almost to the limit. A fourth, longer rope looped around his upper body, immobilizing him. A long braid was dangling down on his right side, brushing against his chest, ending just below his right nipple.

A thin smile crossed Xanatos' face. Yes, he had worn this kind of braid too, a long time ago. A padawan braid. And this one here was not just any padawan. He was the apprentice of his former master Qui-Gon Jinn. Obi-Wan Kenobi. Yes, he would enjoy this. Enjoy breaking the boy that was so valuable to Qui-Gon. So dear to him.

Obi-Wan's eyes were on him all the time, watching him, his captor. Not showing any signs of fear, controlling his emotions as he had been taught to. But Xanatos knew that deep inside Obi-Wan was probably wondering why he was here, what Xanatos wanted from him, what he would have to endure.

With an icy smile, Xanatos got up, circling his prey, absently playing with a knife in his hands. He leaned closer down to Obi-Wan, his breath brushing against the boy's face, warming his cheeks. The expression on his face didn't change, he didn't even flinch as Xanatos came even closer, his lips brushing against his skin.

Slightly disappointed by the lack of reaction, Xanatos stepped back a bit, bringing the knife closer to Obi-Wan's face. This time the boy flinched, closing his eyes as the cold metal touched his skin. Xanatos ran the knife down his face, letting it touch, letting Obi-Wan feel the blade, but not cutting the skin. He followed the lines of his neck, smiling as he noticed that Obi-Wan didn't even dare to breathe.

The silence was broken by a surprised yelp as Xanatos drew the knife across his chest, cutting just deep enough to draw a thin line of blood. Fascinated, he watched the blood trickling down Obi-Wan's chest, leaving dark paths contrasting with the pale skin. He leaned down again and started to lick along the length of the cut, savouring the metallic taste of the blood. He could feel the small tremors coursing though Obi-Wan's body, and looked up to meet Obi-Wan's eyes. The boy's face was stoically calm again, jaws clenched, lips pressed firmly together.

"What do you want, Xanatos?" He pressed through clenched teeth.

"You. Hurting Qui-Gon where he's most vulnerable. Unfortunately, we don't have that much time, so I guess I have to leave out some of the fun."

Never losing eye contact with Obi-Wan, Xanatos started to draw another fine line of blood from the boy's chest down to his navel. He saw - felt - the muscles of Obi-Wan's belly tense at the touch of the cold metal and the pain. But still, there was no other reaction, not even a flicker in Obi-Wan's eyes. Growing rather impatient, Xanatos let the knife wander further down, letting the blade touch but not cut the skin once more. He "caressed" the boy's lower abdomen with it, running it along the length of his flaccid cock. and then without a warning he let it cut deeply into the tender flesh of Obi-Wan's right thigh. He watched, fascinated, as the sharp blade parted the flesh, cutting through it with ease.

A sharp hiss. That was all he could get out of Obi-Wan. His muscles tensed and he was slightly shaking, but he made no further noise. Xanatos somewhat admired the boy's self control - to be able to channel pain that well even without the help of the Force.

Stubborn boy. He wanted to hear him scream before he used him. And by all means, he *would* achieve that. "You know, Obi-Wan, I have always been looking for an opportunity to play with my newest toy. I'm sure you've heard of neural whips. But have you ever *felt* them? Well, maybe you have. But this one's not your standard one. It's... well, let's say it's more. painful."

With a slight wave of his hand he called the whip to him, smiling as Obi-Wan's body tensed even more the moment his gaze fell on the whip. At first sight it looked like an ordinary cat-o'-nine-tails made of leather and with several tight knots at the end of each string. It would hurt enough even without neural impulses being sent through his body.

Thoughtfully, Xanatos let the yet inactivated whip stroking over Obi-Wan's upper body, almost caressing him with it. Another smile crossed his face as he saw Obi-Wan's left nipple hardening as the tips of the whip brushed against it, the boy's own body betraying him.

Without a warning he raised the whip, activating it in the same motion, and let it come down hard on Obi-Wan's chest right below his left nipple, drawing more blood, the scent of it starting to fill the room.

Obi-Wan was biting his lower lip to keep from screaming. As the whip hit him, the sudden impact forced the breath out of him, his whole chest feeling like it was on fire, burning.

"This was only the lowest of five settings, Obi-Wan. I'm curious to know what the highest one will do to you. Well, I'm sure we'll find out."

He let the whip come down three more times, every time increasing the level of pain he inflicted on the young Jedi. Obi-Wan was biting his lip so hard that it started to bleed. His eyes were closed tightly and sweat poured all over his body, the salty fluid causing his numerous wounds to burn even more. But still, Xanatos didn't succeed in making him scream.

There was still one setting left. With a loud crack the whip came down on Obi-Wan's chest for the fifth time, finding exactly the same spot it had hit before - and just a second later the room was filled with the sound of the screams that were torn from Obi-Wan. Without access to the Force to help him control the pain, he couldn't take any more of this. His whole body was shaking uncontrollably and he was bathed in sweat and blood.

Satisfied, Xanatos stepped back to admire his work. The proud Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi, padawan to one Qui-Gon Jinn. Broken. Battered. Completely at his mercy. But even in this situation he wasn't begging for mercy. Well, he wouldn't grant it anyway. Taking the blood-stained knife, he began to cut the still shaking boy free.

"I'm going to free your for a moment here, Obi-Wan, so I can get you into the right position for the highlight of tonight. Don't try anything, because as you might remember I still have access to the Force while you haven't."

He bent over Obi-Wan to reach behind his back and cut his wrists free. and the moment his hands were free again, instinct took over and Obi-Wan gathered all his strength to attempt punching Xanatos into the face. With a grunt, Xanatos caught his wrist in mid-action and held it tightly.

"That was not very smart of you, boy. I wanted to make the next part easier for you, but you leave me no choice."

He continued to cut Obi-Wan free, this time being careful to keep him in his place, using the Force to help him. Grabbing his arms, he dragged the unsteady Jedi up and urged him to kneel down and bend over the chair. Obi-Wan groaned as the rough surface touched his already tortured chest, adding more to the almost unbearable pain. Xanatos used the leftovers of the rope to secure his wrists and thighs to the legs of the chair. He positioned himself behind Obi-Wan and began to slowly unbutton his trousers.

"Now tell me, Obi-Wan, have you ever been fucked by a guy? Or are you still a virgin?"

All he got as an answer was another moan from Obi-Wan as he bent down to lean closer to his face, putting more pressure on the battered body.

"No answer is as good as any. I take that as a sign that Qui-Gon hasn't touched you yet. I suggest you relax and try to enjoy it," he whispered in a low silky voice. "Coming to think of it, maybe you will."

He let go of Obi-Wan and stepped back again. He spat into his hands and began to coat his cock with it, fantasizing about Obi-Wan's mouth on him instead of his own hands. Burying his cock in that warm, sweet throat. Letting him take in his full length. Instead of his fingers, it was the boy's tongue licking him to arousal. Well, but for tonight this had to do. For the next time, he'd have to make sure that he'd have more time to play.

With a firm grasp on his ass, he parted Obi-Wan's cheeks, satisfied at the gasp that the boy couldn't hold back. He let the tip of his cock rest at the opening, feeling the shivers run through him, feeling the warmth radiating from the young body. With one long thrust he began to enter Obi-Wan, stretching him to the maximum. He smirked as the boy cried his master's name desperately over and over. It only turned him on more. When he had buried himself inside the tight passage completely, he rested there for a few moments before he began to thrust in and out. Hard. Fast. Using Obi-Wan mercilessly.

Obi-Wan's voice was already hoarse from screaming as every part of his body seemed to hurt. He was sick of the taste and smell of his own blood. He wanted it to be over, wanted his master to come and rescue him. Never in his life he had felt so helpless, so. scared and humiliated as his own body betrayed him again and he came with an angry cry. His mind clouded with pain, he endured two, three more thrusts until he felt hot semen filling him inside. Whatever would happen next, it couldn't be worse than that, being tied down, used, his own and Xanatos' semen - mixed with more blood from his torn insides - trickling down his legs. he barely noticed as Xanatos cut him free, before exhaustion and pain won and everything went black.

Xanatos felt him. He felt Qui-Gon approaching. He wasn't far - time to disappear. Just one thing left to do. He glanced at the barely conscious body lying on the floor. Smiling, he kneeled down, stroking the boy's pale face before he withdrew his hand and touched the insides of Obi-Wan's legs. As it came back covered in blood he drew a broken circle on Obi-Wan's right cheek. He stood up again and looked down at his work. Obi-Wan lying face-down on the floor, blood and semen trickling from his anus, moaning in pain, broken, wearing his sign.

Satisfied, he turned away, his black cloak flowing as he beat a fast retreat, leaving the padawan's broken body for Qui-Gon to find.

THE END