Disclaimer: Star Wars/Jedi Apprentice is not mine. If it was mine then Xanatos would so still be alive and someone would have thrown Siri off a cliff. Sigh

A/N: This chappie is very short. I already have the next two ficlets for this planned out, so they should be up soon. Also, it's been brought to my attention that some people want Xan's PoV, so that's what this chappie is in. Enjoy!

A Little Mark

"How could you?" Obi-Wan demanded indignantly from the washroom.

Xanatos rolled his eyes, though his young lover could not see him. "It's not that bad."

"Maybe not for you, but for me it's awful! How am I going to explain this?"

Sighing, Xanatos rose to his feet and sauntered into the washroom. Obi-Wan was hovering in front of the mirror, a look of complete distraught on his face. Xanatos's studied the boy's reflection.

It's not my fault that I'm just that good.

"That's got to be a trophy winning one."

Obi-Wan glared at the dark Jedi in the mirror. "You're a great help."

"People get them all the time."

"I don't."

Obi-Wan gingerly touched the purplish black bruise on the side of his neck. "I can't believe you," he snapped.

What's so wrong with a man marking his territory?

"You didn't exactly try and stop me."

"How was I to know the damage you were inflicting? I was a little… distracted."

"You loved it," Xanatos accused with a smile. He leaned down to kiss the bruise, but Obi-Wan pulled back.

"Figure out a way to get rid of it or you're never touching me again."

"Don't you think you're being a bit melodramatic?"

"No, what's Qui-Gon going to think?"

Anger flashed in Xanatos's eyes, and Obi-Wan visibly flinched.

Of course this has to do with Qui-Gon. Everything has to do with him. Unless we're making love it's all Obi-Wan thinks about.

"You think of a way," Xanatos snapped, turning and leaving the room.

He could feel Obi-Wan's eyes on his back, but he ignored them. He can run back to his temple if he's so upset.

"Xanatos wait," Obi-Wan called softly.

Unconsciously the older man's steps slowed, and he felt Obi-Wan touch his arm carefully. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know how much you hate it when I talk about him."

No, you don't.

Xanatos turned and touched Obi-Wan's cheek. "I suppose you can't help what you obsess over."

"I'm hardly obsessed with Qui-Gon. And what about you and your revenge?"

If anything you've made that worse.

"That's different."

"Why, because it's you?"

"Must you pick fights?" Xanatos demanded.

Obi-Wan stared at him resolutely. "Why can't you just forget what Qui-Gon's done and move on with life?"

"You're the one standing still. You're so desperate to make him happy that you don't take a single step without his permission."

"That's not true, I'm here aren't I? Besides, why do you care?"

Because I'm jealous.

"I don't," Xanatos waved his hand dismissively. "Do what you want."

Obi-Wan caught his hand and kissed his knuckles. "I don't think that's true."

I'm insanely jealous.

Xanatos pulled Obi-Wan toward him and kissed him deeply, trying to convey what he couldn't say.

I'm jealous because every time, every time you go back to the temple… and to him.

Obi-Wan broke the kiss and touched Xanatos's face.

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A/N: Please review, I hope you liked it!