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Category: Obi-Wan/Xanatos

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Questionable consensual sex

Spoilers: None

Summary: Xanatos receives a special "gift"

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The clink of shot glasses over low murmurs only gave to the atmosphere of the poorly lit tavern. But it was the curling smoke that drifted through the grimy chamber that drew Xanatos deCrion's bored attention. He watched briefly as drifts formed into rancors and flowing, elegant spacecraft before fading into the fog of the room.

Stifling a sigh, he narrowed his gaze to study the two Klaatonian brutes standing behind the corpulent Senator Apago'Geas.

Both men were of the same greenish-gray scale, draped in dark leather and carried an assortment of weaponry. Which might have frightened some, but not him. There was little in this universe that frightened him, or even gave him second thought for that matter.

Certainly, the seedy bar he was now inhabiting did not give him pause, where other men claimed of braver stuff would have feared to enter. Nor was fear struck in him for facing off against the powerful Twi'lek senator, Apago'Geas. The truth was there was little that would strike powerful emotions in him.

Such feelings were reserved for one man, but that was not important at the moment.

Leaning back in a squeaky metal chair, he brushed his fingers over the sticky tabletop that separated him from the green-skinned politician. Ignoring the man's continued rambling about political and financial alliances, he picked up a small shot glass and quickly downed the translucent blue liquid. It burned as it coated the inside of his throat.

Porcine swill, he dully thought as he slapped the glass down and motioned to the server droid for another drink.

Long bored of the conversation, he growled in a liquor-roughened voice, "You are wasting my time."

Beady black eyes, under a thick brow ridge narrowed and burned with contempt. Apago'Geas slammed a fat wrist to the table, jarring it, as he sternly shot back, "I do not tolerate insolence well!"

Xanatos shifted his gaze to study the pale colored creature, noting his long lekku draped around his neck like a scarf. Twi'lek males disgusted him.

Bearing jagged teeth, the Senator spoke more calmly, "I am willing to overlook such poor behavior in favor of fostering a deal." A beat. "I will even sweeten it by offering you whatever you desire. My personal stables are quite complete."

It was not the first time he was plied with sexual favors and whores. Flicking the shot glass away, he leaned forward, looking the Twi'lek straight in the eyes...for however long he possessed both. "I am more than capable of acquiring what I want, when I want. I do not need your services."

The Senator laughed and motioned to one of his henchmen. "Oh, I am quite sure of that. Yes, I am." He smugly laughed. "But give me a chance. I am sure I can offer your something no one else has. A gift on the completion of our business deal."

He had also heard such promises before.

One of the bodyguards stepped forward and set a small holoprojector on the table between them. The silver disk looked awkward among its crude surroundings.

"Tell me, deCrion, do you have this?" the Twi'lek asked as he languidly reached across the table and activated the device.

A hazy blue image sparked to life in the smoky air. The bits of light formed into a bound figure, kneeling in the center of a bare cell.

"A prisoner?" he asked, showing little interest before twisting about, looking for the serving droid.

"Oh, not just any prisoner," Apago'Geas hissed.

Irritated for the lack of a stiff drink, he examined the holo once more. Best to get it over with so he could get on with his life. His gaze locked with the calm stare of the prisoner. A smile tugged at his lips.

Obi-Wan Kenobi.

"How damaged is he?"

The Twi'lek casually shut off the image. "Do we have a deal?"

Not one to rush into business ventures, Xanatos had to think about it...for all of a second. "Deliver me the Jedi and we are in business."

The gift had arrived early, as greatly pleased Xanatos. He had slept little during the previous night, swept up in all sorts of imaginings of what he was going to do with his new toy.

Yes, he had plans.

The Twi'lek politician's deliverymen had arrived with the gift drugged into a deep slumber and bound to a hover board. The young man had looked so helpless, tied down like a piece of meat. There were far better ways to bind such a lovely gift.

After the deliverymen had deposited the gift in a special chamber he had specially prepared on his private yacht, he had the men shot and spaced. Followed by strict orders that Apago'Geas and anyone connected with him be killed immediately to sever any trail leading back to him.

He had no intentions of returning his present, to anyone, no matter what their claim. Especially not Jinn, whom he was sure was hunting for his errant padawan.

With a command not to be disturbed, he quietly slipped into his gift's new home. After all, it was far too lush to be called a prison. The circular chamber was lined with white silk padding and the floor, if one could find it, was covered in a variety of colorful pillows made of the finest cloth in the galaxy.

Sealing the door behind him, he discarded his long cloak by the former opening as well as his boots. He would not want to ruin the satiny pillows with a boot heel. Before venturing deeper into the chamber, he paused to study the array of items that hung from retractable hooks along the wall near the door.

Various forms of wrist and ankle bindings awaited use, among a variety of decadent toys, the best his money could buy. He paused to finger the leather wrapped hilt of a neural whip.

That may be of use.

At the moment, little of that mattered except for the most important piece of his collection; a black leather, jewel encrusted collar that nicely hid one of the finer Force inhibitors on the black market.

It should, he pleasantly thought, Offworld produced it.

Pulling it from the wall, the hook that held it automatically withdrew; after all, he wouldn't want his gift to get hurt in the throws of passion or worse, trying to escape. Lovely inventions, he thought as he crossed the room to where his gift, still draped in the drab colors of the Jedi Order was curled up in a colorful nest of pillows.

He would have to fix that.

Sinking to the cushions next to the motionless form, he slid a finger under the cleft chin and tilted the head up. The delivery of his former master's twenty-year-old padawan was a far greater gift than he could have possibly imagined.

He couldn't wait to unwrap it.

Allowing Obi-Wan's head to rest on the pillows once more, he lightly brushed through ginger spikes before trailing down the tightly woven padawan braid. "Simply lovely," he exhaled allowing his fingers to rest at the base of the young man's throat. For an instant, he could feel every breath, the whoosh of blood flowing through veins and the ease of which he could end it.

But not today.

He had other plans.

A soft groan escaped him as he felt the tightness in his groin. Closing his eyes, he felt the stir against his tight leather pants, as he imagined taking the padawan.

Long white fingers drifted over the light rise and fall of Obi-Wan's chest as he brushed the soft material of the confining tunic.

Spying the utility belt still snug around Obi-Wan's waist, he unclasped it and pulled it free, tossing it off to the side. "You won't be needing that," he hissed. While he was at it, he pulled the thick material belt away and loosened the outer tunic exposing warm flesh.

"To bad Jinn cannot be here to share the moment with me," he laughed as delight bubbled within. He felt as giddy as a child on Life Day. "This is going to be fun," he mused as he fingered the edge of the outer tunic.

A sound, so soft that it nearly went unnoticed caught him. "Are you waking, my lovely?"

Forgetting about the material for a moment, he focused his attention on the calm features of the sleeping Jedi. He longed to see such peace replaced by raw passion. Brushing an index finger down the side of Obi-Wan's face, he trailed them over soft lips. Lingering there fore a moment, he pushed slightly, parting them.

Warm breath drifted against his sensitive flesh.

Another soft sound, not quite a whimper.

"What are you dreaming of?" he wondered out loud. Then trailed his fingers over the smooth chin. Down over the tender flesh of the padawan's throat again.

There was no hesitation in his moves as he peeled away the layer of outer tunic, revealing the softer, creamier material beneath. He slipped his fingers between the folds of cloth, brushing against light curls of chest hair.

A moan slipped through the padawan's slightly parted lips, causing the dark haired man to freeze. His fingers lingered above the gently moving chest as he watched, but nothing more came of it. "Are you starting to come out of your drug induced slumber?" he asked, but it was not enough to concern him. Pushing the edges of the loosened tunic open, his fingers danced over a bare chest and abdomen, feeling the tight muscles just beneath flesh. So warm, hot. He could almost imagine himself inside that hot young form. "You are mine. All mine." The words emboldened him as he ran his hand along the apprentice's side. Stretching his thumb out, he brushed the rough pad across the padawan's right nipple, which firmed under his touch.

Leaning forward, his long hair drifted across the young man's muscled abdomen as his tongue quickly found the rich pink flesh. He lightly bit down, pinching the taut button between his teeth and tugged. A soft gasp slipped between the padawan's parted lips. Pleased, Xanatos laid a string of devouring kisses over his chest.

So giving, he thought as gentle hands shifted the limp form partially onto his back. He brushed to the other side, sucking the erect nipple with tantalizing possessiveness. Nipping lightly at the sensitive flesh, he felt the padawan tense under his touch. Under the soapy clean smell, was a deep musk that gripped at his senses. He wanted to take in every nuance of the young body as his hands began a lust-arousing exploration.

Another gasp followed by a small moan.

"You are enjoying this," he whispered, showing no surprise that the prideful Jedi was enjoying his touch. He always knew there was a wildness beneath the calm surface and he fully intended to explore it.

Returning to Obi-Wan's lips, he rushed forward with a devouring kiss, claiming them for himself. His hot tongue was forced between slightly parted lips, searching as he imagined all the wondrous things that lovely mouth could do for him.

In good time, Xanatos thought with a gasp as the Jedi groaned. Sweet agony filled Obi-Wan's voice and something else, a small shudder. Oh, if he had only known his gift would be so giving he would have made an effort to procure his new toy earlier.

Yet, that it had been willingly handed over by such a fool made it all the sweeter.

The padawan's mouth was so warm and welcoming as he worked the tender lips, teasing them with light nips before reluctantly pulling away. Keeping his focus on the closed eyes and slightly swollen lips, he slid his hand over the thin curls that littered the strong, youthful torso beneath. His fingers once more sought out a hard nipple and he playfully flicked it. To his delight, the action elicited a murmur from his sleeping gift. He could sense the pleasure rippling through the young body.

So sensitive!

Fun was not going to describe what he had in mind.

Smiling wickedly, he worked the button between his thumb and index finger as he breathed in the soft moan rising up from the padawan's throat. A purr of his own slipped between kisses as his wandering hand teased the wisps of hair trailing down the apprentice's muscled abdomen and briefly sought his hip where he drew little circles with his finger.

Trailing his fingers along the waistband of the creamy leggings, the former Jedi broke off the kiss. Staring down, he caught the light flutter of eyelids and the soft blues they protected.

Reaching up, he lightly slapped Obi-Wan's cheeks, eliciting a jerk and a pained whimper as eyes drifted open again. "I want you to enjoy this as much as I do," Xanatos whispered. Another hard slap turned the Jedi's head away but he caught the brief confusion in open eyes. "Even Jinn's perfect padawan suffers the weakness of flesh," he hissed as he quickly freed his gift of his boots and socks, leaving bare feet nestled against a large silken pillow of the deepest crimson. Under his touch, he felt the body grow ridged. His gift was growing more aware.

It would only do that some precautions should be taken. Taking the jewel studded collar in one hand, he slid the other under the drowsing head and drew the still form up from the pillow and carefully slipped the collar around Obi-Wan's neck. A simple snap sealed it in place, the key hidden far from the room, should his gift ever want to escape.

A gasp, a terrified inhale met the severing from the Force as pale blue eyes snapped open. "No," Obi-Wan whispered before the moment passed and he slipped back into the drug-induced calm.

"Shh," Xanatos responded, drawing the younger man closer and cradling his upper body allowing the padawan's head to rest against his shoulder. "The Force won't help you here," he softly growled, stroking the short spikes. "All you should be concerned with is giving and receiving pleasure, my wonderful gift." Massaging the muscular abdomen while gradually sliding his hand lower, he went on, "I can be a kind master, and to prove it, the first lesson I will give you is on receiving pleasure."

"Where," the groggy voice asked but fell silent the instant Xanatos curled a finger around the waist ban of the leggings.

"You are safe," he whispered. "Safe from ever being found again." His gift did not fight or purposely hinder him as he slid the material down over slim hips. The bare of his hand paused to stroke the smooth flesh of a firm ass.

"Beautiful," he breathed, his lips brushing just below Obi-Wan's ear, nudging at the side of his warm neck. The rush of blood drew his attention as the padawan's pulse had quickened. In anticipation, he hoped.

Or fear.

Cradling the young man, he explored the top of muscular thighs, before sliding his hand along the softer, inner flesh.

"Nng," the padawan groaned, gritting his teeth together as he tried to shift away from the touch.

"I think you have more than a little squeak in you," Xanatos purred as he drew his hand higher along an inner thigh. His gaze fell to the prize and a small smile crept over his darkly handsome features. "You are already enjoying my touch," he laughed, studying the partial erection framed by red-gold curls. Unable to control himself, he reached out and drew a finger along the tip eliciting a soft moan.

Of course, now it wouldn't be fair and downright cruel to leave him to such suffering.

He wasn't really a cruel man.

Not usually.

His own breath came in short, shallow stabs as anticipation rose in him. His pulse raced as long fingers traced along the shaft inspiring it to life. He could hardly hold himself back as he felt the ache of his own erection pressing against the tight leather of his pants.

Fingertips lingered at the edge of soft curls as he paused, savoring his gift's quickening breaths. He could feel the young man's mind begin to stir as his pleasure centers were so gently caressed.

Yes, he could be gentle when he chose to be.

Yet, just as savage.

In an act of raw possession, he wrapped his hand around the young man's cock and with a firm grip and even strokes, he quickly worked the padawan to hardness.

Soft lips trembled as pleasure began to build.

"Share it with me," Xanatos whispered dipping his head low. "Share your pleasure." His lips brushed his gift's, taking up a desperate breath as the first ripples took hold of the wiry young form. He could feel the youth tense against him.

Pleased laughter filled the chamber as the padawan's panting quickened.

"Your talent is exceptional, my lovely," he growled, tightening his grip around the firm shaft.

"Na...no," Obi-Wan groaned as he shifted, pressing his face against Xanatos' shoulder.

A feral grin lit the older man's handsome features as he paused in his ministrations. "Should I stop?" he teased, loosening his hold.

Obi-Wan whimpered miserably.

He could be cruel too.

Shifting his arm, he drew Obi-Wan's ear close. "Beg me," he whispered, his breath hot against the young man's face. His thumb lightly pressed just below the crown of the cock he still controlled.

An agonized sound escaped the young man.

"Beg me," he demanded, drawing his thumb back.

Golden lashes fluttered slightly, before slipping closed again as lips trembled, mouthing silent words.

"I can't hear you."

"Nng," Obi-Wan groaned, swallowing hard.

What a lovely mouth, Xanatos thought again as images of all the things he could do with it danced about. Yes, they had much to explore. But first, there was only one thing he wanted from those sweet lips.

Obedience.

He loosened his grip. "Beg me," he demanded. The words powerful, giving little doubt that he would get what he wanted. "Tell me what you want. Or is this your first lesson in suffering?"

"No," came a breathless reply as lashes fluttered once more. "No," he repeated.

"Tell me what you want." He pressed his lips to Obi-Wan's slightly parted ones, stealing a kiss. "Do you want me to finish? Do you want release? Pleasure? I can give you that, just ask me. Beg me." A beat. "Or I will give you pain."

"Pleasure," came a pained reply.

Pained in more ways than one, he silently noted. His mind pressing against the drugged Jedi's, seeking a taste of what mental agonies he suffered.

Long fingers curled around the hardened shaft once more. "Beg me."

"Please," the padawan begged as a gasp ripped from him. "Please," he groaned a little louder. Groggily, he reached up. Fingers gripped the delicate silk of Xanatos' shirt. "Please," he repeated, tugging on the material. "Pleasure."

Exhilarated by how easy it had been, he returned to stroking the long shaft.

Soft moans, muffled against Xanatos' neck only grew louder, driving him to work the padawan harder. He could feel little shudders building in the formerly limp body as Obi-Wan arched his back, pressing hard against his chest. The padawan tugged on the silk, tearing the fine material as he tensed with the building ecstasy.

Through the Force, he could feel the pleasure centers explode in the young man as he pumped him harder. The Jedi's musky scent filled his senses, demanding he pull the young man closer. Seizing Obi-Wan's lips in a passionate kiss, he brought the Jedi to the edge. So caught up in the moment, he nearly forgot his own sweet agony.

But soon, it too would be relieved.

That would be the second lesson.

Obi-Wan threw his head back as moans became sweet cries as he began to shake. The heat radiated off his nubile form. "Xan-"

"You're mine!" the fallen Jedi cut him off as the younger reached his breaking point. Silk ripped as Obi-Wan shuddered in pleasure, giving Xanatos just what he wanted, coming with such force that it shook the older man to his very core.

Oh, if he had only known!

He held the shuddering; sweat glistening form against him. Spying his torn shirt, he laughed. "I see you are eager for the next lesson."

"No," Obi-Wan gasped, still gripping the shirt. "Please."

"Please hurt you? Please make you cry out? Please call out my name in sweet pleasure?" he mocked as he slipped the gift from his hold back into the cradle of the pillows. Rising to his feet, Xanatos tugged at his ruined shirt. It was a minor expense in light of what he had gained.

Freeing the silk from broad shoulders, he let the material fall unceremoniously to the floor. Stepping between the Jedi's slightly parted legs, he smiled as his hands drifted to the black leather belt around his waist. "Time for the second lesson."

The End