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"I have a bad feeling about this," Obi-Wan muttered to T'nell as they watched Xan move across the floor of Rising.
Xanatos moved with a predatory air, the lights from the club lighting his hair a hot magenta and green. His eyes were fixed on Obi-Wan and never wavered. It was crowded at the club, as usual, but the heat in his gaze melted people from his path.
Obi-Wan leaned against the bar and smiled as Xan stopped in front of him.
"Seen Qui?" he shouted over the music.
Obi-Wan frowned. "I thought he was with you?"
Xan shook his head and moved closer to Obi-Wan sniffing his neck.
Obi-Wan laughed and pushed him away. "What are you doing?"
"Smelling you." Xanatos eyed T'nell and jerked his head toward the floor, "You had better go."
T'nell looked at Obi-Wan, biting his lip. Finally, with a shrug, he picked up his drink. "Fine, whatever," he said, disappearing into the crowd.
Obi-Wan laughed again and stopped abruptly when he realized Xan was serious. "What the fuck..."
"I don't smell him on you. But you've been fucked."
Xan grabbed Obi-Wan's cock through the thin leggings. Obi-Wan pulled back and slammed into the bar behind him, his eyes going wide in shock.
"So," Xanatos murmured, pressing closer, "I want my turn with the little whore."
"I'm not a whore."
A feral grin spread across Xanatos's face and he kissed Obi-Wan hard, his tongue lashing against the closed lips, forcing them open. Obi-Wan moaned at the onslaught before ripping his mouth away.
"Fuck you. I said no," Obi-Wan hissed as he shoved Xanatos aside. "I'm not your whore."
Obi-Wan was Force-shoved to the floor and Xan was on him in seconds. "You want me, don't bother denying it. A little whore just begging..." He took Obi-Wan's mouth again, nipping at his lips, licking, sucking on the tongue that was now meeting his own.
Obi-Wan arched his hips urging Xan to rub against him. "Please not here. In the back room, not at the bar," Obi-Wan whimpered, gasping for air.
Xan laughed, flinging his head back so his hair cascaded around his shoulders. "I knew you where a whore. So eager to fuck...to please. What would Qui-Gon say if he could see you now?"
"He would say, go ahead and fuck him already. But do it in the back," Obi-Wan panted.
Xan stood and pulled Obi-Wan to his feet, dragging him to the back. They made it as far the first inside wall before Xan grabbed Obi-Wan's leggings and jerked them down. He fisted his cock, stroking him hard, not giving him time to think.
"Such a perfect whore. Don't you wish Qui were with us now watching you get fucked? He is always so eager for it after he sees it. He could wear us both out and still be good for another round or two. I know how he wants you...loves you..."
Obi-Wan grabbed his hand, stilling it. "Just shut up and fuck me already," he huffed.
Xan raised a hand and stoked Obi-Wan's cheek. "You don't like hearing about him?" He moved closer, his lips teasing Obi-Wan's ear. "You want me to tell you how he fucks me?"
Obi-Wan shivered at the words, and shook his head. Xan smiled, letting a hand slide across Obi-Wan's belly to stroke his hip. "He is so tender, so sweet, like he's trying to drive out whatever demons he put in my soul." Xan licked the hollow of Obi-Wan's throat, drawing a moan from him. "He likes to make me beg." He paused then, his hand moving to tease Obi-Wan's cock. Obi-Wan bit his lip to keep from crying out. Xan licked his lips, watching desire burn in Obi-Wan's eyes, before leaning forward to whisper again. "I'm a hard man to break. I don't give into weakness often. But for him, I beg, sometimes. Because I know you would, that you do. And it makes him feel all powerful that he can drive us to that."
Obi-Wan's closed his eyes, trembling as Xanatos stroked him faster and faster. "Please...oh please..."
"Yes, little whore, beg just like that." Xanatos turned Obi-Wan around as he loosened the ties of his leather trousers. He paused a second, admiring the white trembling form he had leaning against the wall, waiting for him. Obi-Wan was reduced to a panting need, a mess of sensitive nerves, and all of that was because of him.
Xan rolled on a barrier and slammed his cock into Obi-Wan's ass.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Xan slapped his ass. "Watch that mouth, little whore. You're not hurting. You were open and ready for me, weren't you? T'nell's told me how rough you like it, told me what you were looking for tonight. And I'm giving it to you. So shut up and enjoy it."
Obi-Wan glared over his shoulder but didn't say another word. He closed his eyes and met each thrust, his own hand jerking almost violently at his cock.
"That's right. Finish yourself. This is about me now, about my pleasure. That's right, come on, Obi. Finish it." Obi-Wan cried out and came, splattering the wall in front of him. Xan started riding him harder, Obi-Wan bracing himself against the wall under the assault.
Xan froze as his orgasm hit him, except for the small jerking of his hips. For endless seconds he couldn't think, couldn't breathe. At the touch of a hand on his ass, the world rushed back in and he pulled away from Obi-Wan, collapsing to his knees.
Qui-Gon gathered him close, stroking his hair. "Easy, Xan. Breathe. It was perfect."
Obi-Wan knelt beside them after slipping into his leggings. He reached out a traced Xan's lip with a finger. "All right?"
Xan nodded weakly and grinned. "Fuck you, Kenobi."
Obi-Wan laughed. "You just did."
Qui-Gon looked between the two and arched an eyebrow. "Can we all go home now? Since you've both gotten what you wanted..."
"What we wanted? You set this scene up, Qui. It was what *you* wanted," Xan said pushing to his feet. He was silent a moment as he tossed the barrier aside, tucking in and tying up. "So, now it's your turn, hmmm?" he asked, cutting a sideways glance to Obi-Wan.
"And you think after that performance we can give it to you?" Obi-Wan questioned.
"No. I know you can. Now come. Let's go home. We have hours yet before morning." Qui-Gon turned and strode toward the door.
Xan sighed as he and Obi-Wan moved to follow. "I've got a bad feeling about this."
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