Title:  ABH:  Curiosity 1/2
Author:  Dorotea Senjak, DSenjak@aol.com
Disclaimer:  Xanatos is not mine.  I share him with Darry.  Oh, wait, I mean
I don't own him and I'm not making any money.
Category:  Xanatos/F, smut
Spoilers:  For JA8, takes place after. 
Rating:  This part PG-13, next part NC-17
Summary:  You meet an interesting man in a club on Coruscant
Author's Notes:  Thanks to Darry for the inspiration, beta, and kind words.




You are sitting in a crowded, noisy club on Coruscant, your eyes scanning the
crowd for an interesting diversion. 

"It's dead tonight," your friend, Lancie, comments, finishing off her third
glass of wine. 

You sigh.  "I need it tonight."

Lancie snickers. "You need it every night."

"Yes, but especially tonight.  The prick editor cut my story to shreds.  He
gutted the heart of the story because, and I quote, 'it might offend some of
our advertisers'."  You shake your head.  "Then to add insult to injury he
gave me this stupid human interest story about a sick kid.  I'm an
investigative reporter for fuck's sake!" 

Lancie nods sympathetically.  "Hello, tall, dark and brooding," she says.

You instantly perk up.  "Where?"

"Left corner table, alone, drinking very expensive Alderanni champagne," she
indicates, her eyes fixated on the man.

You look casually in his direction, trying not be obvious.  "Whoa," you say
under your breath.  "When did he come in?  I'll flip you for him."

Lancie studies him for a moment.  "He's dangerous," she replies, refilling
her glass.  "I can tell.  I have a bad feeling about him."

You roll your eyes.  "What, you're suddenly a Jedi?"  You stare at the man
for a moment; he is leaning back in his chair, fingering his champagne glass,
occasionally take a sip, dark hair falling over his eyes.  "He has a story,
that's for sure.  There is something about him...something mysterious, dark,
he has walked a treacherous path...made mistakes..." you wax melodramatically.

Lancie suddenly shivers.  "There is a trail of corpses there.  Let's go home."

The man suddenly looks directly at you, the corners of his lips curling up
into a slight smile.  You feel as if he knows every single thought you've
ever had.  You feel exposed and naked and enthralled.  You quickly look away,
turning to Lancie.  You smile at her.  "I have to know him."

She shakes her head in disapproval. "Don't.  It's not worth it for a story or
for a good fuck."

"No fear," you tell her as you stand, collect yourself and walk through the
crowd toward his table.  His eyes never leave you as you weave around the
people and tables. 

When you arrive at the table, you casually ask, "May I join you?"

The man nods and you pull out a chair and sit down.  "Most certainly, I
always enjoy the company of a beautiful woman."

You smile slightly at his compliment, you were many things, but
heartbreakingly beautiful, you were not.  You liked to think you had a
certain style and look that was attractive though.  "So, do you live on
Coruscant or are you just visiting?"

"I was born on Telos and raised on Coruscant.  I currently don't have a
home," he drawls, taking another sip of champagne, while a waiter comes from
no where and pours a glass for you.  "Another bottle, also," the man says to
the waiter.

"You dress well for a homeless man," you joke, studying the man's dark silk
shirt, in the muted light of the club, it is impossible to tell if it is blue
or black. 

The man smiles.  "Yes, well, money is not a problem.  But money doesn't
provide a home, money provides a place to live."

You nod, taking a sip of the champagne, which cost more than you made in a
month.  "What do you do?"

"I was a businessman."

"I'm a reporter for Coruscant News Service."

"I know."

You arch a brow and smile. "How'd you know? Have we met?"

The man smirks and leans forward.  "No, but only reporters ask so many
questions."

You smile sheepishly.  "Sorry, I always interview everyone, I guess. You just
look like you might have an interesting story to tell."

The man laughs darkly.  "Oh, dead men tell no tales, my love."

"You don't look dead."

He takes a sip of champagne, not answering for a long moment, a faraway look
in his eyes.  You knew enough not to interrupt his thoughts, the best way to
get people to talk was often just to quietly wait. 

Finally, he sighs and says in a hushed voice.  "I died recently.  Didn't want
to, but I was left with very few options.  I underestimated them.  I let my
hate overrule my intelligence.  I made stupid mistakes.  Everything I was had
been destroyed by my own lust for revenge, my own hate, so I killed myself. 
Oh, not literally, but I killed what I had become.  Now, I can live again."

You have a million questions racing through your head, you had been right,
there was one hell of a story here.  You open your mouth to speak, but he
places a finger over your lips and shakes his head in the negative, wry grin
on his face.

You give him a questioning look and he speaks softly, "No more questions
tonight."

You nod.  "Your name, at least?" you ask, as his finger slides across your
lips to stroke your cheek.

"Xanatos."


Curiosity 2/2

You stretch out on the comfortable sofa, the champagne you've been drinking
all evening making you feel rather buzzed.  "I'm sorry, I don't usually drink
this much," you apologize to the man who is watching you with a bemused
expression on his face.

For the last hour you have been in his hotel room, telling him your life
story, hoping to get more of his story in exchange, but although he had not
been silent, he had not elaborated on what had brought him to this point in
his life.

"That is quite fine, make yourself comfortable," he says as you slide your
legs across his lap.  He removes your shoes with a small grin and drops them
casually to the floor. 
"You were talking about your father," he prompts you.

"Yes, well, he's a very difficult man, he makes me feel like nothing I ever
do is good enough...but he raised me by himself...I know it was hard for him,
when the bitch, I mean my mother, just took off like that..." your voice
trails off, you must be boring him to death.

"No, actually I find it very interesting.  I wasn't raised by my family."

You lift your head and give him a hard look.  You know you hadn't said that
last thought out loud.  "You're a Jedi, aren't you?" 

His face tightens.  "I was once," he says distantly, his eyes betraying a
pain he is trying to conceal. 

You might not be a Jedi, but you read people well.  In the reporting business
you have to.  "Before you died?"  You press carefully, sobering at the hint
of a story. 

A sad smile spreads across his face and he takes a sip of champagne.  "I
wasn't a Jedi when I died.  I stopped being a Jedi a long time before that. 
The Jedi..." his voice trails off and he looks away. 

You sit up, your legs remaining on top of his.  You wait patiently for him to
speak, holding your breath that he'll tell you, not because you want to write
it, but because you want to know.  You want to see what is beneath the
exterior beauty of this man, see what makes him tick.

He suddenly chuckles.  "No, you don't want to see that," he says, his eyes
taking in yours. 

"Stop reading my mind or I'm leaving," you say, only half-joking, it was
rather disconcerting. 

He sets down his glass and traces your lips with his finger.  "Sorry,
precious, it comes naturally."

"Precious?" You ask with a grin. 

He gives you self-deprecating grin.  "You don't like it?  You are precious,
though, very curious, which can be dangerous."

You arch a brow at him.  "You were speaking of the Jedi," you remind him.

"See, there is that curiosity again.  Remember what happened to the cat?"

"Yes, but satisfaction brought her back."

Xanatos grins and brushes his lips lightly against yours.  "I wouldn't want
to leave you unsatisfied, precious, but if you knew..." his voice trails off
as he nuzzles your neck, his hand gliding over your legs. 

You can feel his heat through the thin gauze of the dress and you fight to
stay focused.  "If I knew what?" You ask, your hand running through his long
hair as he nips at your neck and collarbone.

"If you knew the things I had done, you wouldn't want me, you would run away,
fast," he says in a serious tone, halting his ministrations. 

You lock your gaze with his, reading his eyes.  He is wrong.  "Make love to
me and then tell me everything," you say, sliding closer to him, pressing
your body next to his.

You don't give him a chance to answer, attacking his mouth with your own as
you tangle your hand in his long hair.  He returns the kiss hungrily, his
hands exploring your curves as his tongue thrusts into your heated mouth.  

You slide a leg on each side of his to straddle him, pushing your dress up. 
Xanatos' hands roam over the bare flesh of your thighs. You rock your body
against his, enjoying the feel of his hard, powerful legs beneath yours.  He
moans into your mouth as he pushes your dress up farther.  His hand brushes
between your legs with a teasing touch.

You pull your mouth away from his and untangle your hand from his hair.  You
grin at him and then pull off your dress, exposing the fact that you are
naked underneath it.  He gives your body an appreciative stare, his hand
snaking up to fondle one breast, while his head dips down to the other.  His
tongue lightly licks your nipple, then circles around it before his warm
mouth encircles it completely.  Your head falls back and you whimper slightly
at the wonderful suction of his mouth hardening your nipple. 

He alternates between your breasts, lavishing attention on both as you arch
your back and grind your hips into his growing erection.  Another moan
escapes your mouth as you are filled with a desperate need to have inside of
you.  You grind your hips harder against him and he scrapes his teeth along
your hard nub. 

He lifts his head and you put your hands on his shoulders and push him
against the back of the sofa.  You undo his shirt and pull it off, running
your hands wantonly over his magnificent, well-muscled chest.  He grabs your
hair at the nape of your neck and pulls your face to his for a searing kiss. 
His other hand travels over your body, roughly caressing you.

You can feel his hardness pressing against your center and you scoot your
hips back and snake a hand down his chest to stroke the bulge through his
pants.  His hips thrust up at your touch and you undo his pants to reveal his
hard, thick cock.  You eagerly run your hand over its length. 

Xanatos releases your mouth with a low growl, his hand descending to stroke
your clitoris as you stroke his shaft.  You gasp for air and move against his
hand rapidly.  Your need is intensifying and you can tell by his ragged
breathing his is too.  You want the cock your hand is rubbing inside of you
now.

You let go of his shaft and slide closer to him.  Xanatos anticipates your
move and grabs your hips, pulling your wetness to his hot cock.  You grind
your hips into him as you both moan with desire.  You don't lower yourself
onto his hardness and he doesn't push in, even though you have given him the
opportunity.

You open your eyes halfway to look into his dark, lust-filled, gleaming eyes.
You know he wants you as much as you want him, but it has become a contest
now to see who will break first.  You hate losing and groan in frustration as
the tip of his cock enters you then withdraws just as quickly. 

You let your head fall forward to his shoulder, your mouth kissing, then
biting him.  "How much do you want me?"  He asks huskily as your teeth sink
into his heated flesh.  

You press your body snugly against his, rocking your hips into his.  Lifting
your head, you whisper raggedly, "So much, take me, please."

"No, I won't," he answers, his hands roaming up and down your sides.  "It has
to be your decision."

You press your sweaty face against his.  "Why?" You ask, a trace of amusement
in your voice, thinking he just wants you to beg.

"Because of the story you want to hear so badly," he whispers in your ear,
his tongue flicking out at the lobe.

You nod and lower your hips, his cock sliding inside of you.  You let a long
moan of satisfaction as he fills you.  He sucks your ear lobe into his mouth.
You move your hips slowly, his size stretching you and rubbing against your
sensitive muscles.

You move your hands to his shoulders as you begin to ride him faster, pushing
his shaft deeper inside of you.  He grunts at your every downward motion, his
own hips thrusting upward forcefully as he grips your hips tightly.  

You find each other's mouths again and kiss passionately, tongues battling as
the ecstasy floods your senses.  Your body is overwhelmed and your orgasm
explodes within you.  Your body stiffens as your muscles contract and the
pleasure surges through every nerve. 

Xanatos spasms beneath you, climaxing simultaneously with you. His hot seed
erupts inside of you as dig your fingernails into his shoulders.  He pulls
his mouth away from yours as he gasps and moans.  You collapse into him, your
body spent.  He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against him.

You rest your head on his shoulder, breathing in his musky, spicy scent.  He
kisses your face softly as he clings to you.  The two of you remain like that
for a long time, neither of you desiring to part.  You wonder how you could
feel so safe and comfortable with a stranger.  A stranger that has implied he
should be feared.

Finally, you sigh softly and ask, "Are you ready to tell me your story,
Xanatos?"

THE END
(For now, I'm thinking of writing a sequel, called, of course, Satisfaction.)