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Selphie-Sango: Gracias por su interés en mi historia pequeña! Pero, yo no hablo español, y no sé a cualquier persona que hable español. Por eso, no traduciré esta historia.
Chapter 4
Anakin gaped for a moment, torn between worry for Obi-Wan and being pleased that they had accomplished their mission so far. "Why did you take it? Couldn't we have just taken a sample back with us?" he hissed, worry winning out. Obi-Wan hadn't told him the specifics, though several deaths had been associated with the drug and Obi-Wan didn't look good at all.
"It was in our drinks, I'm fairly sure." Obi-Wan said quietly, sagging against him.
"Our drinks? More like yours." Anakin snorted. "I'm feeling fine, unlike you." Once again, the nearness of Obi-Wan's warm, lithe body was causing Anakin to experience feelings he definitely shouldn't be experiencing, by his reckoning. He shifted his weight uncomfortably, hoping that Obi-Wan wouldn't notice his arousal.
"Are you certain you aren't experiencing anything unusual?" Obi-Wan asked him, directing him a questioning look with his clouded eyes.
Before Anakin could reply, Bray slid up behind them, surprising Anakin with a tap on the arm. Jumping slightly, Anakin turned. "Oh, Bray." he said hesitantly. With Obi-Wan in his current condition, Anakin realized he'd have to take charge of the conversation.
Looking the pair of them over appraisingly, a slow smile spread over Bray's face. "So, how do you like it so far?" he asked nonchalantly.
"Like what?" Anakin replied stupidly, still not grasping the situation.
Bray actually chuckled at that, a strangely warm sound. "Come on, I'm sure you're a virile young guy, but not that virile. Though it is too bad about Ben, men aren't usually sensitive to it in that way." he said casually. "But I'm sure you can still enjoy yourself." he said knowingly, eyes raking over Obi-Wan. "You want a room?"
"No!" Anakin exclaimed, his mind racing. "I mean, I like a little more privacy than that, if you know what I mean." he said, hoping he sounded sly.
"Sure." Bray said knowingly. "If your experience proves to be . . . pleasurable . . . and you'd like to do some business, drop by here again tomorrow night and we'll talk." Clapping Anakin on the back, he turned with a smirk and headed back to the table.
Gaping after him for a moment, Anakin shook himself out of his shocked stupor as Obi-Wan spoke.
"That went well." the Master observed faintly.
"In a manner of speaking, I suppose," Anakin replied uncertainly. "How are you feeling?" he asked, eyeing Obi-Wan critically.
"It is taking every bit of my concentration to stay upright and conscious, though there is no lasting harm," he said carefully. Looking up at Anakin, he asked, "And you?"
"I'm . . . fine, Ma--Ben." he said uncomfortably, feeling the heat rise in his face. And he was fine, if one didn't consider being intensely aroused a problem. Processing Bray's words, Anakin was still somewhat confused. Apparently, the drug had been slipped into both his and Obi-Wan's drinks, presumably by Kaz, and yet Obi-Wan was barely conscious while Anakin was fully alert. And rather too alert, at that. But Bray had mentioned that Obi-Wan's reaction to the drug was unusual for a male, so perhaps Anakin's reaction was normal. But if is was just an aphrodisiac, what was so dangerous about it?
Turning his attention back to Obi-Wan, who was leaning heavily on him and the bar behind them, he simply said, "Let's get you home now." He didn't say it aloud, but they both knew that the healer's would be eager to get blood samples from both of them, as so far no one had been able to obtain any.
He drew his arm tighter around Obi-Wan, who leaned into the embrace and slipped an arm around Anakin's waist. Nearly moaning at the contact, Anakin pulled Obi-Wan to his feet and out onto the walkway.
"I'm going to get an aircab to take us back." he told Obi-Wan quietly, who simply nodded in response. Anakin wasn't nearly as successful at the endeavor as Obi-Wan had been, though managed to flag one down after a few minutes.
He helped Obi-Wan in, and carefully leaned the other man against him as he sat down. Obi-Wan didn't say a word, clearly concentrating all of his mental and physical energy on staying conscious.
"You can let yourself sleep now, you know," Anakin said. "We'll be home soon, and I've got everything under control." he told Obi-Wan confidently. Or at least, he hoped he sounded confident.
Obi-Wan turned and looked up into Anakin's face searchingly. "Are you sure, Anakin?" he asked weakly. "What about your . . . problem? Will you be all right, or do you need some assistance?" he questioned.
He could definitely use some assistance, though not the kind that Obi-Wan was undoubtedly thinking of. "Don't worry, Obi-Wan, I've got it under control." he assured the other man. Actually, he was aroused to the point of discomfort, but he figured that Obi-Wan being asleep, and thus still, would help. Having a warm, nubile body moving against his certainly was not.
"You're sure?" Obi-Wan said doubtfully, though clearly his resistance was crumbling as the drug in his system did its work.
"Completely." he said reassuringly.
"Wake me when we're there." Obi-Wan murmured, closing his eyes. Within seconds he grew still and heavy against Anakin, soundly unconscious. Obi-Wan looked rather uncomfortable, Anakin decided, and he carefully shifted Obi-Wan so that he was nestled close against Anakin's chest, his arm firmly holding the unconscious man in place.
Belatedly, Anakin realized that having Obi-Wan in such a position would not do anything to dampen his arousal. It took every bit of his willpower not to run his hands over the lean body that lay limp against his, though he couldn't resist running his fingers through the ginger hair that fell against his chest.
The ride to the Temple's sub-level entrance was both too long and too short at the same time. While Anakin was enjoying being able to hold Obi-Wan so close, it was frustrating to not be able to do anything further. Given how deeply unconscious Obi-Wan was, though, Anakin knew he could sneak some illicit feels, but he recoiled at the thought. No, he would be a perfect gentleman, and touch no more than was proper.
Still uncomfortably hard and lacking an outlet for release, Anakin tried to think of something to take his mind, and other parts, off of the warm body beside him. Not even thoughts of his beautiful, absent wife helped though, and he endured the ride in silent, blissful agony.
The aircab came to a halt as they reached their destination near the Temple's lower, hidden entrance, and Anakin climbed out after he paid the driver. Looking down at Obi-Wan's still form, Anakin found that he didn't have the heart to wake him and instead hoisted him out of the aircar and into his arms. Cradling Obi-Wan carefully against his chest, Anakin carried him into the Temple entrance and headed to the healer's wing.
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