Obsessive behavior

Uh oh. Creepydays, Xan has waited sooo long to acquire his object of lust/desire… so how far is he willing to go? Might Obi discover a new, small scar? On the body (slave chip) or, perhaps, at his temple (inhibitor chip)? Order 69 anybody? You know, when he really gets tired of waiting? And where IS that rescue? Team Mercenary GO, (thanks Dooku)

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Staring at the
blond for a long moment, Yan finally closed his mouth with a snap
while taking a sharp breath through his nose. “You mean to tell me
that Du Crion has abducted Obi-Wan? That my grandpadawan is
currently in the clutches of his stalker?” He hissed out finally.

Anakin nodded,
looking exhausted. “We’ve been running ragged trying to find him
but the Senate and the judicial forces don’t believe us or if they
believe us need evidence to investigate Du Crion, meanwhile Obi-Wan
has been in his grasp for a full week and I…” He tugged at his
own hair with a slight whimper. “Master Dooku I don’t know what
to do.” He cried out, slipping up as he reverted back to the
fifteen year old that had once in a while gone to the old master to
ask for advice in keeping Obi-Wan safe.

Growling a bit, Yan
stood. “If the Senate won’t listen and the Order can do nothing,
then I will.” He marched over to a terminal. “You may take a
guest room for the night young Skywalker, I will send a message to
Qui-Gon and Yoda to attest to your location as I imagine you did not
inform anyone before you raced off to me. Y67, show Anakin to one of
the guest rooms near my bedroom.” Yan’s voice was sharp but
Anakin could feel the panic thrumming in the Force. Therefor he only
answered in positive to Yan’s very correct assumption.

He had raced off
the moment he had gotten to the temple, Padme’s suggestion
throbbing in his mind.

“What are you
going to do?” He asked tiredly, standing slowly as a droid
scampered over to him to show him the way.

Glancing over to
the Jedi, the count gave a tight smile. “I am a man of means
Anakin. If the law won’t act to save Obi-Wan, then I will make
bounty hunters act for me.” He growled out.

A shiver of relief
trailed through Anakin, feeling like he was fifteen and watching
Dooku set Obi-Wan’s shoulder when it had dislocated during a
mission. Struggling against an emotional breakdown as he knew the
former Jedi was not one to respect him for that, Anakin gave him a
bow and staggered after the droid, feeling blue eyes watching his
back before the door shut. ‘Hold on Obi-Wan, please just hold on. I
don’t know who Dooku is hiring but we’re gonna find you, we’re
gonna get you safe again.’ Anakin thought desperately.

He just hoped that
Du Crion had not harmed Obi-Wan irreparable yet.

()()()

Waking slowly,
Obi-Wan let out a heavy breath as he laid stomach down on a sterile
smelling bed with his body feeling faintly numb but an ache around
his spine throbbing almost lazily like a counterpoint to everything
else that had happened. Muzzily he cataloged his last memory of
dinner, sitting in Xanatos lap after he had been pulled into it and
being hand fed by the man.

Food that should
have been delicious had tasted like ashes in his mouth thanks to that
and Obi-Wan had mechanically chewed and swallowed while trying not to
flinch from the kisses to his throat and ear.

And that was the
last thing he remembered.

Now he was stomach
down on a sterile bed with an ache near his lower spine and the
telltale sign of drugs in his system.

Breath hitching as
he kept his eyes clenched shut, Obi-Wan buried his face in the pillow
to hide the evidence of tears that started to pour down his face as
realization hit home.

Du Crion had
drugged him and put him through surgery and now Obi-Wan had a
transmitter chip lodged in his spine and who knew what else had been
done to him that Obi-Wan was just too dazed yet to recognize or feel.

Oh Force, Obi-Wan
was going to throw up.

He just wanted to
go home.

Uh oh. Creepydays, Xan has waited sooo long to acquire his object of lust/desire… so how far is he willing to go? Might Obi discover a new, small scar? On the body (slave chip) or, perhaps, at his temple (inhibitor chip)? Order 69 anybody? You know, when he really gets tired of waiting? And where IS that rescue? Team Mercenary GO, (thanks Dooku)

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Staring at the
blond for a long moment, Yan finally closed his mouth with a snap
while taking a sharp breath through his nose. “You mean to tell me
that Du Crion has abducted Obi-Wan? That my grandpadawan is
currently in the clutches of his stalker?” He hissed out finally.

Anakin nodded,
looking exhausted. “We’ve been running ragged trying to find him
but the Senate and the judicial forces don’t believe us or if they
believe us need evidence to investigate Du Crion, meanwhile Obi-Wan
has been in his grasp for a full week and I…” He tugged at his
own hair with a slight whimper. “Master Dooku I don’t know what
to do.” He cried out, slipping up as he reverted back to the
fifteen year old that had once in a while gone to the old master to
ask for advice in keeping Obi-Wan safe.

Growling a bit, Yan
stood. “If the Senate won’t listen and the Order can do nothing,
then I will.” He marched over to a terminal. “You may take a
guest room for the night young Skywalker, I will send a message to
Qui-Gon and Yoda to attest to your location as I imagine you did not
inform anyone before you raced off to me. Y67, show Anakin to one of
the guest rooms near my bedroom.” Yan’s voice was sharp but
Anakin could feel the panic thrumming in the Force. Therefor he only
answered in positive to Yan’s very correct assumption.

He had raced off
the moment he had gotten to the temple, Padme’s suggestion
throbbing in his mind.

“What are you
going to do?” He asked tiredly, standing slowly as a droid
scampered over to him to show him the way.

Glancing over to
the Jedi, the count gave a tight smile. “I am a man of means
Anakin. If the law won’t act to save Obi-Wan, then I will make
bounty hunters act for me.” He growled out.

A shiver of relief
trailed through Anakin, feeling like he was fifteen and watching
Dooku set Obi-Wan’s shoulder when it had dislocated during a
mission. Struggling against an emotional breakdown as he knew the
former Jedi was not one to respect him for that, Anakin gave him a
bow and staggered after the droid, feeling blue eyes watching his
back before the door shut. ‘Hold on Obi-Wan, please just hold on. I
don’t know who Dooku is hiring but we’re gonna find you, we’re
gonna get you safe again.’ Anakin thought desperately.

He just hoped that
Du Crion had not harmed Obi-Wan irreparable yet.

()()()

Waking slowly,
Obi-Wan let out a heavy breath as he laid stomach down on a sterile
smelling bed with his body feeling faintly numb but an ache around
his spine throbbing almost lazily like a counterpoint to everything
else that had happened. Muzzily he cataloged his last memory of
dinner, sitting in Xanatos lap after he had been pulled into it and
being hand fed by the man.

Food that should
have been delicious had tasted like ashes in his mouth thanks to that
and Obi-Wan had mechanically chewed and swallowed while trying not to
flinch from the kisses to his throat and ear.

And that was the
last thing he remembered.

Now he was stomach
down on a sterile bed with an ache near his lower spine and the
telltale sign of drugs in his system.

Breath hitching as
he kept his eyes clenched shut, Obi-Wan buried his face in the pillow
to hide the evidence of tears that started to pour down his face as
realization hit home.

Du Crion had
drugged him and put him through surgery and now Obi-Wan had a
transmitter chip lodged in his spine and who knew what else had been
done to him that Obi-Wan was just too dazed yet to recognize or feel.

Oh Force, Obi-Wan
was going to throw up.

He just wanted to
go home.

i love «creepydays»! Is dooku with the sith in this ‘verse? he seemed close to obi-wan, and protective? ALSO, what’s happening with obi-wan now that xanatos actually has him?!?!

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His hands wrapped
around his throat with his back pressed to the wall, Obi-Wan
struggled to breath even though he knew there was no chance but the
body’s natural instinct when deprived of oxygen was to fight even
when the thing depriving him off it was invisible.

Dark spots were
appearing in his gaze and the world was dimming by the time he was
let go, dropping on the marble floor with a gasp, panting and
drooling into the floor as he filled his lungs with quick gulps of
air that almost made him as dizzy as the lack of it had.

“I do wish you’d
stop making me punish you so, I don’t like doing this towards you.”
A cool voice said breezily over him.

Obi-Wan pretended
he was busy breathing, shuddering slightly as he covered his throat
protectively despite how vain the attempt was.

If Xanatos wanted
to choke him, he very easily could with the Force, Obi-Wan
defenseless in his suppressed state against the trained Force
sensitive he was in the captivity of.

There was a quiet
tisk and Obi-Wan flinched as a knee landed near his face.

But he didn’t get
to think too much about what came next when Xanatos turned his head
with a grasp on his hair, the pale raven dabbing a silky handkerchief
at the saliva covering his chin and the corner of his mouth.

“If you’d just
behave Obi-Wan, there would be no need for this. But you have to make
everything a struggle don’t you.” Xanatos mused thoughtfully
before chuckling coldly. “But I do guess that is why I love you.
All that sharp spirit.”

‘You only love
yourself.’ Obi-Wan didn’t voice that though or act on the impulse
to spit in Xanatos face.

He had learned his
lesson about that when Xanatos had actually wrapped his hands around
his throat for the perceived insult. Not to mention the fact that he
bit him for daring to kiss Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan still had
the bruises.

A lesson Xanatos
had called it, not to cross him so again.

There was another
tisk and Xanatos stood, peering down at him before sniffing in
disdain. “Go cleanup, your shirt has saliva on it. Put on one of
the blue ones and come down to the dining room.” He drawled before
turning and walking away as he was secure in Obi-Wan being unable to
escape.

After all, the
explosives wrapped around Obi-Wan’s ankle kept him quite firmly
inside the mansion.

Waiting for the
noise of the boots to disappear, Obi-Wan finally let out a breath and
slowly pushed himself up on his knees and then his feet, wobbling a
bit before he slowly made his way towards Xanatos room to find
clothes.

His bare feet were
cold on the marble floor as he walked but even the plush carpet of
the bedroom was no relief as it only reminded him that he spent his
nights sleeping in Xanatos bed, constantly fearful that this would be
the night he’d be forced into more intimate acts.

It hadn’t
happened so far.

But Xanatos was
getting inpatient clearly, his grip handsy and his mouth devouring.

Obi-Wan was scared.

He wanted to be
home.

()()()

Sitting with his
head on his knees on Padme’s red couch, Anakin finally let out a
deep, shuddering breath as Padme continued to rub his back as she had
for the last five minutes since he arrived in a flurry of robes and
frustration. “No one knows what to do.” He finally whispered. “Du
Creepo is claiming he wasn’t on Coruscant, no one can find a trace
of Obi-Wan anywhere and no one is listening to the Order when we tell
them its him.” Anakin let out a low noise against his knees.

“Oh Anakin, I’m
so sorry.” She whispered sadly, still rubbing. “Have you tried
speaking to Count Dooku?” Padme questioned. “He may have left the
Order years ago but I remember you telling me he was fond of
Obi-Wan.”

Sitting up a bit,
Anakin glanced at her. “W-Well… he still has tea with Obi-Wan.
And I think Qui-Gon contacted him.” He hesitated. “Or maybe not?
Qui-Gon doesn’t always think of things…”

“Maybe contact
the count then?” Padme frowned a bit, hand still on Anakin’s
back. “He’s a man of means and money since he’s the count of
Serenno Anakin, maybe he could offer a reward for information of
Obi-Wan. And yes that would mean lots of pointless leads and false
information but maybe-”

“Maybe someone
would betray Du Crion.” Anakin set up quickly, eyes wide as he
caught onto her line of thinking. “Someone close to him… money is
a motivator for many.” He grabbed her, kissing her desperately
before he jumped to his feet, running towards the balcony where he
had parked his speeder. “Thank you Padme!” He threw over his
shoulder, desperately hoping this would work.

i love «creepydays»! Is dooku with the sith in this ‘verse? he seemed close to obi-wan, and protective? ALSO, what’s happening with obi-wan now that xanatos actually has him?!?!

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His hands wrapped
around his throat with his back pressed to the wall, Obi-Wan
struggled to breath even though he knew there was no chance but the
body’s natural instinct when deprived of oxygen was to fight even
when the thing depriving him off it was invisible.

Dark spots were
appearing in his gaze and the world was dimming by the time he was
let go, dropping on the marble floor with a gasp, panting and
drooling into the floor as he filled his lungs with quick gulps of
air that almost made him as dizzy as the lack of it had.

“I do wish you’d
stop making me punish you so, I don’t like doing this towards you.”
A cool voice said breezily over him.

Obi-Wan pretended
he was busy breathing, shuddering slightly as he covered his throat
protectively despite how vain the attempt was.

If Xanatos wanted
to choke him, he very easily could with the Force, Obi-Wan
defenseless in his suppressed state against the trained Force
sensitive he was in the captivity of.

There was a quiet
tisk and Obi-Wan flinched as a knee landed near his face.

But he didn’t get
to think too much about what came next when Xanatos turned his head
with a grasp on his hair, the pale raven dabbing a silky handkerchief
at the saliva covering his chin and the corner of his mouth.

“If you’d just
behave Obi-Wan, there would be no need for this. But you have to make
everything a struggle don’t you.” Xanatos mused thoughtfully
before chuckling coldly. “But I do guess that is why I love you.
All that sharp spirit.”

‘You only love
yourself.’ Obi-Wan didn’t voice that though or act on the impulse
to spit in Xanatos face.

He had learned his
lesson about that when Xanatos had actually wrapped his hands around
his throat for the perceived insult. Not to mention the fact that he
bit him for daring to kiss Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan still had
the bruises.

A lesson Xanatos
had called it, not to cross him so again.

There was another
tisk and Xanatos stood, peering down at him before sniffing in
disdain. “Go cleanup, your shirt has saliva on it. Put on one of
the blue ones and come down to the dining room.” He drawled before
turning and walking away as he was secure in Obi-Wan being unable to
escape.

After all, the
explosives wrapped around Obi-Wan’s ankle kept him quite firmly
inside the mansion.

Waiting for the
noise of the boots to disappear, Obi-Wan finally let out a breath and
slowly pushed himself up on his knees and then his feet, wobbling a
bit before he slowly made his way towards Xanatos room to find
clothes.

His bare feet were
cold on the marble floor as he walked but even the plush carpet of
the bedroom was no relief as it only reminded him that he spent his
nights sleeping in Xanatos bed, constantly fearful that this would be
the night he’d be forced into more intimate acts.

It hadn’t
happened so far.

But Xanatos was
getting inpatient clearly, his grip handsy and his mouth devouring.

Obi-Wan was scared.

He wanted to be
home.

()()()

Sitting with his
head on his knees on Padme’s red couch, Anakin finally let out a
deep, shuddering breath as Padme continued to rub his back as she had
for the last five minutes since he arrived in a flurry of robes and
frustration. “No one knows what to do.” He finally whispered. “Du
Creepo is claiming he wasn’t on Coruscant, no one can find a trace
of Obi-Wan anywhere and no one is listening to the Order when we tell
them its him.” Anakin let out a low noise against his knees.

“Oh Anakin, I’m
so sorry.” She whispered sadly, still rubbing. “Have you tried
speaking to Count Dooku?” Padme questioned. “He may have left the
Order years ago but I remember you telling me he was fond of
Obi-Wan.”

Sitting up a bit,
Anakin glanced at her. “W-Well… he still has tea with Obi-Wan.
And I think Qui-Gon contacted him.” He hesitated. “Or maybe not?
Qui-Gon doesn’t always think of things…”

“Maybe contact
the count then?” Padme frowned a bit, hand still on Anakin’s
back. “He’s a man of means and money since he’s the count of
Serenno Anakin, maybe he could offer a reward for information of
Obi-Wan. And yes that would mean lots of pointless leads and false
information but maybe-”

“Maybe someone
would betray Du Crion.” Anakin set up quickly, eyes wide as he
caught onto her line of thinking. “Someone close to him… money is
a motivator for many.” He grabbed her, kissing her desperately
before he jumped to his feet, running towards the balcony where he
had parked his speeder. “Thank you Padme!” He threw over his
shoulder, desperately hoping this would work.

Writing prompt: Xanatos is utterly obsessed with Obi-Wan.

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Watching the boy struggle against the chains keeping his wrist to the
floor, Xanatos smirked a bit. “I’m surprised your master hasn’t
come to collect you yet.” He drawled, walking over to the boy and
then circling around the redhead. “If it was me, I’d be there the
moment you called for me.” He completed the circle and crouched
down in front of him.

The boy scowled at him, Obi-Wan’s pretty eyes flashing with
indignation.

It was enough to make Xanatos chuckle as he reached out and stroked a
soft cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the proximity of
warmth. “I mean look at you, such a pretty little thing.” He
grinned.

Alarm entered those eyes now and the padawan jerked back only to yelp
as the raven caught the braid to prevent him from going too far.

“Oh? Hair sore?” Xanatos hummed.

Kenobi was staring at him with wide, alarmed eyes now, his body
tense.

Xanatos smirked a bit. “Oh don’t look so scared. I’m not going
to do anything to you.” He chuckled quietly. “Much too young for
me…for now.” He smirked, reaching out with his other hand and
stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek with his free fingers. “But you’ll be
so pretty in a few yea-ah!”

The padawan’s teeth clamped down on the fingers, Du Crion finally
letting go of him to save his fingers and the raven hissed in pain as
he studied the indentations of Obi-Wan’s teeth on his hand.

For a moment Obi-Wan expected pain, expected yelling.

But then a loud laugh echoed in the room, Xanatos shaking his hand as
he laughed, the sound coming of somewhat unhinged to the redhead.

“Oh you will be a spitfire. I am looking forward to the day you
become an adult Obi-Wan, I’ll enjoy that day.” Xanatos leered and
Obi-Wan’s face paled at the implication, nausea setting in as he
frantically tugged at the bonds keeping him down.

The Telos was reaching for him again, the smirk on his face growing
at Obi-Wan’s panic when the door suddenly opened.

“Master Du Crion, there’s a problem at the main gates!” It was
a guard and Xanatos growled and gave Obi-Wan brief look before
turning to the guard.

“What?”

“We don’t know, several alarms went off and the security at the
main gates both east and west stopped responding.” The guard didn’t
look towards Obi-Wan at all, kept his focus on his employer even as
Obi-Wan tried to get the woman’s attention, hoping for…

For something.

“…Jinn.” The raven growled and shot Obi-Wan a look. “Seems he
came after all. Keep this room under watch, do I make myself
understood Marris?” He stormed out, the woman giving an affirming
answer before the door shut down and left Obi-Wan alone and shaking
in the room.

Shifting, Obi-Wan went back to trying to get loose, the Force a fuzzy
thing out of his reach thanks to Xanatos and the damn hypospray the
man had stabbed him with earlier.

Fear did not improve his control in any manner and when he heard the
buzz of a lightsaber he almost cried in relief as the door opened up
moments after a sharp thump was heard.

Framed in the doorway was Qui-Gon just as Xanatos had suspected he
had come for Obi-Wan. “Master!” He cried out.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon breathed out in relief and hurried to the boy,
burning through the shackles keeping him down with his lightsaber.
“Are you alright padawan?” He questioned as Obi-Wan caught a
glimpse of the guard from earlier, Marris laying unconscious in the
hallway with a thin stream of blood no the wall behind her.

“I’m uninjured but I’m not alright master.” Obi-Wan rasped
out, pushing up on shaking and sleeping legs. He grasped onto the
mans arm when Qui-Gon offered it. “Master I don’t think Du Crion
is mentally sound anymore.” He said with wide eyes.

The master stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t hurt me master but… I think… I think he wants to
keep me master.” Obi-Wan whispered, tone fearful.

Qui-Gon went utterly still. “…We’re going to talk about this
once you’re safe Obi-Wan but we don’t have time right now…but I
believe you.” He said firmly, pulling the staggering padawan with
him as quickly as he could. “Now we have to go.”

“Yes master.” Obi-Wan clung to the older man, grateful as he took
note of his own saber bouncing on Qui-Gon’s belt.

At least he hadn’t lost it.

Writing prompt: Xanatos is utterly obsessed with Obi-Wan.

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Watching the boy struggle against the chains keeping his wrist to the
floor, Xanatos smirked a bit. “I’m surprised your master hasn’t
come to collect you yet.” He drawled, walking over to the boy and
then circling around the redhead. “If it was me, I’d be there the
moment you called for me.” He completed the circle and crouched
down in front of him.

The boy scowled at him, Obi-Wan’s pretty eyes flashing with
indignation.

It was enough to make Xanatos chuckle as he reached out and stroked a
soft cheek with the back of his fingers, feeling the proximity of
warmth. “I mean look at you, such a pretty little thing.” He
grinned.

Alarm entered those eyes now and the padawan jerked back only to yelp
as the raven caught the braid to prevent him from going too far.

“Oh? Hair sore?” Xanatos hummed.

Kenobi was staring at him with wide, alarmed eyes now, his body
tense.

Xanatos smirked a bit. “Oh don’t look so scared. I’m not going
to do anything to you.” He chuckled quietly. “Much too young for
me…for now.” He smirked, reaching out with his other hand and
stroking Obi-Wan’s cheek with his free fingers. “But you’ll be
so pretty in a few yea-ah!”

The padawan’s teeth clamped down on the fingers, Du Crion finally
letting go of him to save his fingers and the raven hissed in pain as
he studied the indentations of Obi-Wan’s teeth on his hand.

For a moment Obi-Wan expected pain, expected yelling.

But then a loud laugh echoed in the room, Xanatos shaking his hand as
he laughed, the sound coming of somewhat unhinged to the redhead.

“Oh you will be a spitfire. I am looking forward to the day you
become an adult Obi-Wan, I’ll enjoy that day.” Xanatos leered and
Obi-Wan’s face paled at the implication, nausea setting in as he
frantically tugged at the bonds keeping him down.

The Telos was reaching for him again, the smirk on his face growing
at Obi-Wan’s panic when the door suddenly opened.

“Master Du Crion, there’s a problem at the main gates!” It was
a guard and Xanatos growled and gave Obi-Wan brief look before
turning to the guard.

“What?”

“We don’t know, several alarms went off and the security at the
main gates both east and west stopped responding.” The guard didn’t
look towards Obi-Wan at all, kept his focus on his employer even as
Obi-Wan tried to get the woman’s attention, hoping for…

For something.

“…Jinn.” The raven growled and shot Obi-Wan a look. “Seems he
came after all. Keep this room under watch, do I make myself
understood Marris?” He stormed out, the woman giving an affirming
answer before the door shut down and left Obi-Wan alone and shaking
in the room.

Shifting, Obi-Wan went back to trying to get loose, the Force a fuzzy
thing out of his reach thanks to Xanatos and the damn hypospray the
man had stabbed him with earlier.

Fear did not improve his control in any manner and when he heard the
buzz of a lightsaber he almost cried in relief as the door opened up
moments after a sharp thump was heard.

Framed in the doorway was Qui-Gon just as Xanatos had suspected he
had come for Obi-Wan. “Master!” He cried out.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon breathed out in relief and hurried to the boy,
burning through the shackles keeping him down with his lightsaber.
“Are you alright padawan?” He questioned as Obi-Wan caught a
glimpse of the guard from earlier, Marris laying unconscious in the
hallway with a thin stream of blood no the wall behind her.

“I’m uninjured but I’m not alright master.” Obi-Wan rasped
out, pushing up on shaking and sleeping legs. He grasped onto the
mans arm when Qui-Gon offered it. “Master I don’t think Du Crion
is mentally sound anymore.” He said with wide eyes.

The master stared at him. “What do you mean?”

“He didn’t hurt me master but… I think… I think he wants to
keep me master.” Obi-Wan whispered, tone fearful.

Qui-Gon went utterly still. “…We’re going to talk about this
once you’re safe Obi-Wan but we don’t have time right now…but I
believe you.” He said firmly, pulling the staggering padawan with
him as quickly as he could. “Now we have to go.”

“Yes master.” Obi-Wan clung to the older man, grateful as he took
note of his own saber bouncing on Qui-Gon’s belt.

At least he hadn’t lost it.