Disclaimer: I'm presently keeping Obi-Wan and Xanatos locked in my closet, but I still don't own them.

A/N: This is dedicated to and written for my good friend Child of a Pineapple. Sorry it took so long.

Bleeding For You

Obi-Wan sighed as the doors slid open.

Xanatos was like the drug Obi-Wan could never quite get his fix on. A drug that slowly escalated until you were taking more than the healthy dosage, a drug that left you in fits when you couldn't have it; the bad kind of drug, if there was any other, but the kind that Obi-Wan didn't intend to quit soon, or ever if he could help it.

The penthouse was dark, but Obi-Wan knew the path to the switch easily enough. Xanatos was home, but he hadn't come to greet him.

That was strange.

Obi-Wan ran his hand across the wall until it brushed over a button. He pressed it, but the light didn't turn on.

That was strange too.

He tried the switch one last time before turning to find Xanatos. He took two steps, tripped and fell over something soft. His knee hit the floor with a painful thud and his foot squished into a familiar substance. He slid a few inches while biting back a retched gag.

He knew that smell, why hadn't he noticed it before?

"Xanatos!" Obi-Wan exclaimed, his voice sounding weak and pathetic in his own ears.

The body didn't respond.

Obi-Wan fell to his knees and shook a limp shoulder in desperation. There was no movement from the man, but it didn't matter anymore. The young Jedi sighed in relief.

It wasn't Xanatos, the build was all wrong.

There was still danger; Obi-Wan didn't know who the man was or what had happened to him. And he certainly didn't know if he himself was safe.

He proceeded slowly into his lover's home, each step measured and cautious. An eerie silence hung like a cloud in the penthouse, heavy with dread and unheard threats.

"Xanatos?" Obi-Wan called once more, this time with trepidation. "Are you there?"

A harsh cough nearly made him jump. "Obi-Wan?" A raspy voice asked from across the room.

The boy lost all caution and ran toward the voice. The room was dark, but Obi-Wan could make out Xanatos's shape on the floor. He was sitting in a slouched position. An injured position.

Obi-Wan knelt beside him immediately and cradled the other man's head in his hands. "What happened? Where are you hurt? Who is that man?"

Xanatos coughed again, and Obi-Wan felt blood splatter on to his hands. "I don't know who he is, but they were waiting for me."

His lover's voice was weak. "They?" Obi-Wan demanded. He stood and moved to a different wall where the storage space was. There was a med kit in there.

"The dead man in the entry," Xanatos said after a pause. "There's another body inside my quarters, and another body just outside them."

Obi-Wan laid the kit down. "Where are you hurt the most?"

"I have a chest wound," Xanatos said. "I think there's something stuck. And I can't move my right arm."

Obi-Wan moved to inspect the chest wound first. He had already noticed the arm, and how it hung loosely and out of place at Xanatos's side. It was guaranteed to hurt, but there was no bleeding that needed control. The dislocated arm wouldn't kill him.

"For a moment I thought the dead man was you," Obi-Wan said, his voice cracking slightly as he shined light on Xanatos's chest.

Xanatos didn't answer; he had leant his head back to rest on the wall and shut his eyes.

"Stay with me," Obi-Wan pleaded. His hands were shaking as they pulled off Xanatos's ripped tunic to inspect the injury.

The young Jedi hesitated a fraction longer than usual. "What is that?"

"What does it look like?" Xanatos asked.

If Obi-Wan wasn't so sure that the pain was unbearable he would have thought Xanatos sounded amused.

"It looks like the handle of a vibroblade."

"Well, there's your answer."

Obi-Wan glanced at him questioningly.

His lover sighed. "The first man to come in attacked me with a blaster, and he was quickly dealt with. The second man had a vibroblade, which I sliced cleanly using my lightsaber; however, he was not above improvising. The end that had touched my lightsaber's blade was hot, and tore through my flesh easily. In the shock of pain I dropped my weapon.

"That's why there's so much blood, you see. I didn't know where my lightsaber had gone, so I killed them with a still blade antique I have. Very barbaric, very messy, but efficient enough."

Efficient. What a word for death.

Obi-Wan studied the vibroblade handle. "I'm not sure how I can safely remove it."

"Then just remove it."

The young Jedi flinched. "I don't want to… damage you beyond the injuries you've already sustained."

Xanatos coughed, blood painted his lips. "It's a little late for that."

An icy tendril slid down Obi-Wan's spine. "You're not going to die."

"Not now, but I was."

Not completely understanding what he meant Obi-Wan turned his attention to the wound. It wasn't as deep as he'd first perceived, in fact not very deep at all. It was more Xanatos's gut than chest, and it fell just below his ribcage. If Obi-Wan's guess was correct then it hadn't damaged any organs.

"I can only think to just… pull it out," he glanced at Xanatos.

The other man had his eyes shut and he looked paler than usual. "Let's get it over with."

Obi-Wan reached out for serenity; he wasn't trained for severe injuries, but he had no other choice. It was this or take Xanatos to a medcenter, which would surely raise some nasty questions from the Jedi council. He gripped the hilt carefully and braced his legs against the floor. He glanced at Xanatos briefly before, with a sickening nausea in his stomach, he pulled hard.

There was a sucking, tearing sound as the flesh around the handle gave a little. If Xanatos had had less reserve he would have shouted, Obi-Wan knew. Instead he just groaned. The sound was so desolate and lonely that it wrecked Obi-Wan's composure more than any scream would have.

Biting his lip he pulled again, and the hilt fell free. Obi-Wan caught his balance and immediately pushed against the wound to stop the abundant blood flow. He compressed a ball of gauze against the gaping hole and leaned closer to Xanatos to make applying pressure easier.

Xanatos spoke, his lips now only an inch from Obi-Wan's ear. "I'm glad you came."

Obi-Wan scoffed. "You'd better be."

The corner of his lover's mouth lifted. "I'd rather have you patch me up than some med droid."

The young Jedi tossed the ball of gauze aside and applied another, this one with bacta on it. He slowly wrapped long, thin strips of the gauze around Xanatos's abdomen, careful of the damaged arm. His cheek brushed the older man's as he leant forward to wind the gauze.

He tied the bandage off before pressing his lips to Xanatos's, briefly and gently. "Now your arm. It's dislocated, can you move forward for me?" Obi-Wan hadn't leant back, so with every word his lips brushed against his lover's. He moved quickly and straddled Xanatos's legs, gripping the front of his upper-arm with one hand and the back with the other.

Xanatos glared at Obi-Wan. "I hardly think now is he time."

Obi-Wan lifted an eyebrow, a movement he had picked up from the very man that now seemed affronted with him. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm in a lot of pain, and your teasing isn't appreciated."

Despite his complaint Xanatos pressed his lips to the side of Obi-Wan's neck and ran his tongue up the blue vein placed there. "It's very mean of you, you know."

Obi-Wan groaned and moved as far out of Xanatos's reach as he could manage without actually letting go. "I was trying to hold you still to pop your arm back in place Xanatos." The boy said his name like it was a scold.

Xanatos smirked, obviously quite able to ignore the pain he was feeling. "So you climb on top of me?"

The young Jedi sighed, tired of his lover's mocking and angry that he had allowed himself to be hurt that seriously in the first place. He gripped Xanatos's dislocated arm tightly and, without warning, jerked forward.

The arm moved back in place with a sickening pop, and this time Xanatos did cry out. It was brief, but enough to make Obi-Wan feel bad for not cautioning him.

He quickly leaned forward and kissed Xanatos's lips to stave off any angry remarks that might be coming. "I'm sorry," he said when he pulled away.

"Now that was mean."

"I'm sorry," Obi-Wan repeated, climbing off Xanatos and helping him up with his good arm.

Xanatos grumbled something that sounded like a string of nasty names, but the boy ignored them and led his lover to the sleepcouch. They distastefully kicked aside a couple of bodies, but both were too exhausted to care.

Obi-Wan gently pushed Xanatos on to the sleepcouch and crawled in next to him. "Who do you think sent them?"

Xanatos shrugged as best he could with one shoulder. "Any number of people. I'll identify the bodies tomorrow, which should help. But then again, I'll need my arm to do that, which you may have rendered useless."

The teenager shoved Xanatos's good shoulder. "It had to be done, you're just mad that I didn't warn you so you couldn't keep your perfect composure."

The older man's eyes narrowed. "If you hadn't been so bent on distracting me then maybe I wouldn't have needed any warning."

Obi-Wan sighed in frustration. "I wasn't trying to distract you!"

"Oh no?" a mischievous grin flitted across his face. "You love to make me sweat in the worst possible situations."

"Make you sweat?" Obi-Wan demanded indignantly.

"Like out there," Xanatos tilted his head toward the main room. "Crawling on me, the kisses, it didn't matter that my arm wasn't in it's proper place or I had a vibroblade hilt jammed in me."

The young Jedi shook his head, clearly irate. "I was trying to put your arm back and make you feel better."

"It worked," Xanatos's good arm traced the outline of Obi-Wan's lips before the teenager smacked his hand away.

"Now who's picking a bad time?"

"Neither of us is bleeding at the moment, so now's a better time than before."

"Except I'm angry with you."

The dark Jedi's eyes were speckled with lust. "I can fix that."

"You're still hurt very badly Xanatos, the bacta doesn't work that quickly." As Obi-Wan spoke the older man had gripped his left hand and begin to kiss the inside of his wrist. The boy pulled out of his grasp before he could leave a very conspicuous mark. "Enough."

"I'm more than capable of judging how fit I am," Xanatos argued, true irritation on his face now. "And when did you learn how to say 'no'?"

Obi-Wan glared at him. "I've always known, you've just never listened."

"You might have known how to say no, but you've never actually said it," Xanatos accused.

"Maybe not," Obi-Wan agreed reluctantly. "But I'm saying it now. You need to rest."

Xanatos sat up with a slight wince and ran his lips up Obi-Wan's jaw in that way he loved. "I know you want me."

The teenager smiled. "That doesn't change anything. Besides, you're too injured to be all that much fun anyway."

The dark Jedi laid back down with a frustrated groan. "Have it your way, but now I'm just… uncomfortable."

Obi-Wan lay down next to him, hiding his grin. "Think about the Jedi council, I'm sure it will go away."

Xanatos laughed so rarely that Obi-Wan was startled when he did. "That's guaranteed to work."

The young Jedi nestled his head against Xanatos's chest. "I know you're mad at me, but for what it's worth, I'm glad you're not dead."

His lover scoffed. "Only because you have no hope of finding a better lay anywhere in the galaxy."

Obi-Wan considered objecting, but decided against it. Xanatos was only willing to accept or give out sentiments of love when he was drunk or sick, and Obi-Wan didn't feel like getting kicked out of the apartment that particular night. So instead he allowed the even rhythm of Xanatos's breathing to lull him to sleep.

The older man ran his hand across the short crop of Obi-Wan's hair when he was sure the boy was asleep and finally allowed himself to relax. He could handle all the assassins his enemies had if Obi-Wan was going to be there to patch him up every time.

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A/N: So I hope that you guys enjoyed this, and I'll try to get the new chappie of Shattered Love up really soon, my goal is Saturday, but don't hold me to it. Please review!