Serendipity

It was days like this that made Xanatos positive the force was on his side.

On Coruscant they shared a secret, and their lives were intertwined. Away from Coruscant, Xanatos and Obi-Wan kept to their own separate spheres of existence. They didn't talk about this fragmentation and they certainly didn't ask questions. Ignorance is bliss after all, and neither of them really wanted to know anyway.

The dark Jedi kept the boy far from his thoughts when they were apart. He refused to let someone else hold any sway over his mind. But then, on the one day that he slipped from his control and allowed himself to think of the brat their spheres collided. No explosion, no reality rip, just a fragile tug at the back of his mind.

He felt him. There on that random, inconsequential rock of a planet, his boy had landed. Somehow they had both ended up at the same place, same time.

"What are the odds?" Xanatos wondered out loud with a bemused smile. Coincidence. Fate. Serendipity. But he didn't believe in those things. He made his own future, hence his present state.

He knew what he should have done. He should have gone about his own business and let Obi-Wan continue his mission in relative peace. Just because he had sensed the young Jedi that didn't mean the other had done the same. If they were caught Obi-Wan's career, his very life, would be ruined. Staying away was the right thing to do.

But, then again, Xanatos had never been very good at moral dilemmas.

Besides, he thought amicably. I can't exactly back out now.

He lounged back in his chair. Not exactly his chair, it technically belonged to the hotel where he was, to his credit, patiently waiting for Obi-Wan who was, much to his annoyance, late. It was very rude. True, Xanatos had threatened him, but that was no excuse for a lack of punctuality. And he didn't so much threaten as coerce.

The door rushed open, and Xanatos wondered if Obi-Wan had given it a little push via the force. He had never seen a door look angry before.

"What is wrong with you?" the young Jedi hissed once they were locked in again. "Did going into the same building as Qui-Gon not ring of stupidity?"

The other man wasn't used to be insulted, but he was in a gracious mood and took the jab at his own stride. "I had the situation under control. How else was I supposed to get your attention?"

"Pulling me into a closet and saying that if I didn't meet you here you'd show yourself to Qui-Gon is not 'getting my attention'."

"What would you call it?"

"I don't know, harassment?"

Xanatos smirked good-humoredly. "And I thought I was doing you a favor, meeting you here rather than having you in the closet."

Obi-Wan's face burned red. "You could have waited until we returned to Coruscant."

"How was I to know when you'd be back? I could have missed you."

"We somehow manage to see each other plenty."

Xanatos rose from his seat and walked towards Obi-Wan, who backed up until he hit the wall. "When you're older you'll understand that we take opportunities as they come and don't just hope they'll appear again."

The boy's eyes narrowed into a glare. "This is only an opportunity for you to prove to me once again that you're in control."

The veracity of that statement surprised Xanatos. He had viewed this whole event as a game; extended foreplay. But he was a man who liked to be in-charge. And feeling like he held power over people was part of the reason he started up with Obi-Wan; because the boy's loyalty was with Qui-Gon, and yet Xanatos could manipulate him. And easily at that.

"Maybe so," he conceded. "But are you honestly unhappy to be here?"

"Define unhappy," Obi-Wan responded stiffly.

The older man moved close enough that he could smell the soap on Obi-Wan's skin. He reached his hands down and undid the boy's belt. "Are you going to have sex with me?"

He sighed, but Xanatos wasn't sure if it was weary or lustful. "I always do."

Xanatos stepped back, no longer amused. It was hard to put him in a good mood, but easy to take him out of it. Obi-Wan's lack of interest quickly grated his nerves.

"Go back to your master," he waved his hand dismissively, returning to his chair and his ale.

"Xanatos?" the boy looked startled.

"Are you still here?" He raised an eyebrow and sipped his drink. "I said get out."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, but I can only take so much whining. I'd like some peace and quiet now."

"You told me to come here!"

"And now I'm telling you to leave."

Obi-Wan's forehead wrinkled in thought before he went forward, standing in front of Xanatos and resting his hands on the other man's shoulders. He knelt so that he was almost at eye level with Xanatos's seated position, caressing his cheek. "Something's happened."

The dark Jedi smacked his hand away. "Every time I turn around you're there. I can't even get any solitude within my own head."

Obi-Wan pushed as close as he could, heat radiating between their bodies. He pressed his lips to Xanatos's so lightly that they almost didn't touch. He reached into the other man's tunic and pressed his fingers against the hard muscles and scars. "Solitude is overrated."

A wave of need shook him and Xanatos shoved the boy down to the floor and pressed against him. One hand gripped his arm hard enough to bruises, and he used the other to tug at his pants. "You know it's a bad idea to bait me."

Obi-Wan rubbed against him, which was excruciating when combined with their already close proximity. "Maybe I like it better when it hurts."

Sheer lust kept Xanatos from making a snide comment at that. He couldn't remember ever desiring someone so fiercely for such an extended period of time, and that concerned him. He didn't like anyone having power over him.

But there was plenty of time for this to worry him. Later.

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A/N: So I'm a slacker I know. I would blame school, but I'm slacking there too so I guess I'm just lazy. Notice how I shamelessly use a make-out session to win you guys back. I'm going to try to get the new chappie of BL up over my fall break, which is two weeks from now. See you guys then!