Your Love… Is My Drug

He didn't know how Xanatos did it.

First, he talked Obi-Wan into his penthouse, which was quite the accomplishment. Then, and even more impressively, he talked Obi-Wan into his bed. And his shower. And his living room floor. And his kitchen table. Then he talked his way into Obi-Wan's bed. At the temple.

And now, now the young, gullible teenager found himself once again in his own bed. On his hands and knees, hands that were bound at the wrist with his own belt. One of his dojo sashes was tied about his head, gagging him. His lover had complained that he whined too much. The gag didn't silence him so much that he couldn't moan appreciatively around it as Xanatos gripped his hips, thrusting behind him.

How he talks me into these things… Obi-Wan wondered as Xanatos hit an especially sensitive spot and his body arched.

There was nothing that turned Xanatos on more than humiliating Obi-Wan. Unfortunately, nothing turned Obi-Wan on more either, hence his predicament. So when he entered his room earlier to find an already naked Xanatos on his bed, a bottle of oil in one hand and a wicked smile on his face, Obi-Wan's first reflex was to lock the door. His second reflex was to take off all his clothes, but he held that one in check.

"What do you think I am?" Obi-Wan hissed, willing his arousal away.

"You're a Jedi Padawan," Xanatos answered innocently. "Who wants to rinse off a stressful day by letting me take him hard, on this bed."

"No."

"You'd prefer the floor?"

"It's not a joke!" Obi-Wan snapped, then dropped his voice to a whisper. "You're going to get me expelled."

"Only if we get caught," Xanatos rose slowly, walking toward Obi-Wan. The boy stood very still, deciding that was preferable to retreating and getting trapped against a wall, like he usually did. His lips brushed against Obi-Wan's as he spoke. "And don't you know by now that I never get caught?"

The older man pushed him back against the same wall he had tried to avoid. One hand reached down, undoing Obi-Wan's trousers and dropping them to the floor, thus revealing the erection that Obi-Wan had tried to pretend he didn't have. Xanatos slid down until he was kneeling on the floor in front of the Jedi. Obi-Wan's breathing hitched as his tongue slid up the boy's shaft before taking the whole member into his mouth.

His head lulled back and hit the wall with a soft thud, but he didn't care. All he could think about was Xanatos's hands on his hips and the way his mouth was caressing him.

"You're incredible," the words left his mouth in a breathy moan before he could stop them. Xanatos didn't answer, of course, but Obi-Wan could have kicked himself. He would never hear the end of that.

And now I'm here, bound and gagged with an empty bottle of sensual oil on my floor, Obi-Wan thought, only a little bitter. He couldn't summon any real irritation as his body was numb with pleasure and moving to Xanatos's fast rhythm. But force he's good.

He released his annoyance, enveloping himself in the moment. The sheer pleasures of the flesh.

And at precisely that moment there was a knock at the door.

"Obi-Wan?" a voice called.

Qui-Gon's voice.

Panic rushed through Obi-Wan like a fire through dry brush.

Xanatos stopped, going completely still. After a moment he reached a finger under the sash, loosening it so Obi-Wan could speak.

"Yes master?" he called, hoping he didn't sound as breathless as he felt. Or, at the very least, Qui-Gon would mistake it for sleepiness.

"Master Yoda assigned us an emergency mission. I'll need a few hours to book us passage and make further arrangements, but we'll leave at dawn."

"I understand master." Please, go away. Obi-Wan was distinctly aware of Xanatos still inside of him as he spoke. For the first time in a long time he felt ashamed of their relationship.

"You don't want to know where we're going?"

Obi-Wan gritted his teeth. That's always the first question he asked, of course Qui-Gon would expect it.

"Where are we going?"

Xanatos sighed in frustration, pulling out so suddenly that Obi-Wan almost gasped. He laid down on the bed soundlessly.

"Untie me," Obi-Wan whispered.

Xanatos raised a single eyebrow.

The young Jedi could hear Qui-Gon speaking on the other side of the door, but he wasn't listening.

"Untie me, now."

"No."

"Are you serious!" Obi-Wan whisper-snapped.

"For force's sake, get rid of him."

"Obi-Wan?" his name turned the boy's attention back to the door. "Is everything alright?"

No, actually master everything is not alright. You see I'm in bed with Xanatos, who I allowed to tie me up and do all sorts of dirty things to me, except now he won't untie me so I can reassure you that nothing's wrong and you'll go away, therefore not catching us.

"Of course," he answered, maybe a little too quickly.

There was a pause.

"Are you alone?"

Obi-Wan's mind raced with possible excuses. There had to be a way out of this. Qui-Gon wouldn't care that he was having sex, but the having-sex-with-his-arch-enemy part might make a difference.

"No," he responded desperately. Xanatos's eyes studied him with almost careless interest. "No, I… uh… I have someone in here with me."

"I apologize," Qui-Gon said amicably. Obi-Wan could hear his footsteps as he walked back down the hall, respecting his apprentice's privacy.

Xanatos smiled at him disarmingly. "I'm impressed."

"I hate you," Obi-Wan glared at him.

"Hate leads to suffering."

"Shut up and untie me."

The corner of Xanatos's mouth lifted. "You know, I don't think I will."

"What!?"

The dark Jedi pressed his mouth against Obi-Wan's roughly, biting his tongue. The boy tasted a sliver of blood in his mouth. He then rose, getting dressed with his back facing the bed.

He won't just leave. Surely not.

As the older man pulled his boots on, Obi-Wan started to grow worried.

"You can't just leave me like this."

Xanatos turned back around, his blue eyes roving over the young Jedi's body. "I think I can. It will give me a mental image to dream about while you're on that mission."

"It's not funny anymore, untie me."

"I undid your gag."

"Yes, that was very generous of you," Obi-Wan spat sarcastically.

"I thought so."

"Xanatos please."

"Hmmm, the begging's nice too." He ran one crooked finger under Obi-Wan's chin. "Come visit me when you get back."

And without another word he stepped out the window, vanishing.

The boy gawked at where his lover had stood in shock, half-expecting him to climb back in. The minutes ticked by, and nothing happened.

Glancing down at the looped belt Obi-Wan hoped he'd be able to slip it before dawn.

A/N: Hello everyone! It's been awhile, but I'm back and in the mood for some slash! Next in EYEM: Obi-Wan goes to have a few words with Xanatos post-mission. :D Reviews are appreciated, hope everyone is having a great, smutty summer.