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Breaking the Code	By : rabbitwriter Category: Star Wars (All) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 4510 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Comfortable?” Kian’s chipper voice startled Korbin out of a rather raunchy daydream.

The clone splashed water everywhere as he abruptly sat up in the bathtub; it was with some amount of personal horror that the ARC realized that his thoughts had started to have a rather marked effect on his physical condition as well. He could feel heat creep up his neck into his cheeks; never before had he wished so much for a simple washcloth.

Not that a washcloth would have hidden much. By the twinkle in Kian’s green eyes, the damage was already done. Korbin now felt his ears grow hot and he hoped upon hope that the Jedi would mistake his blush for a response to the heat of the water - and not to the sudden flash of heat in the Corellian’s eyes.

Of course, on his end, Korbin promptly dismissed the look he thought he had seen cross through the Jedi’s expressive eyes. He had never caught Kian expressing even one iota of physical interest in him before - at least, as far as the ARC could ever recall - so he immediately assumed that he had misinterpreted Kian’s crooked grin.

It was much, much safer that way...

“What...uh...took you so long...?” Korbin cleared his throat and tried to shift his legs as subtly as he could, in an attempt to hide himself.

Being caught half-erect should have sufficiently suppressed his arousal. To Korbin’s growing dismay, he was beginning to realize that his idle thoughts about Kian were more insidious than he had first assumed. Having the object of his secret affections standing in front of him half-naked did absolutely nothing to...

Korbin’s eyes locked on to the tempting patch of hair that sprawled across Kian’s muscular chest and then trailed down toward...

Total damnation.

It was with considerable difficulty that Korbin forced his eyes to travel back up that glorious chest and look Kian squarely in the eyes. Eyes that were currently laughing at him, of that Korbin was absolutely certain.

“Well, as you can see,” Kian opened his arms wide on either side and Korbin made a very pointed effort not to stare at the sight so casually offered to him. “I decided to go and change. Those ceremonial robes were starting to choke me.”

At the word “choke”, Korbin’s eyes dropped to Kian’s neck. The clone had daydreamed on more than one occasion of kissing the Jedi’s throat. Even now, sitting naked as he was under said Corellian’s gaze, Korbin nearly lost himself in the thought of nibbling the side of Kian’s neck, just where it dipped to meet his collarbone.

Focus, you crazed di’kut, he promptly scolded himself and forced himself to meet Kian’s gaze.

The Corellian looked, if anything, mildly amused. Something like a smile curved around the corners of his mouth and Korbin bravely fought the urge to blush and squirm. Flummoxed - and not a little bit uncomfortable by the awkward turn of events - the clone shifted in the slowly cooling water and tried desperately to think of something intelligent to say. The silence was killing him and he suddenly would have given quite a lot to find some way of kick-starting the conversation again.

“Whatcha’ got there?” his eyes fell on Kian’s hands and the ARC quickly took advantage of the opportunity so happily presented to him.

“Oh, just a little something I’ve made on my own time,” Kian’ was oddly evasive as he glanced down at the small glass bottle in his left hand. “As for this?” he lifted his right hand and a lop-sided grin made his features all the more handsome. “Well...I sweet-talked one of the servers at dinner to box me up a little something for later,” the Jedi surprised Korbin by taking that moment to step decisively up to the edge of the bathtub. “I thought I’d share it with you, if you don’t mind?”

The bathtub had a wide lip and at both ends of it there was room for someone to sit if they so chose. Kian set a small white box down on the round seating area that curved gracefully out from the rest of the tub. He then propped one foot at a time up on the edge of the tub, next to Korbin’s forearms, and began rolling up his pant legs.

The ARC was tempted to say something, but his tongue seemed to be stuck permanently to the roof of his mouth. He could only stare in wide-eyed amazement, as Kian sat down next to his bottle and box, and promptly stuck his feet in the water next to Korbin’s naked legs.

“Mmmm,” Korbin sighed happily and his emerald-colored eyes drifted shut for a moment in an expression of sheer pleasure. “I do know how to draw a nice bath, if I dare say so myself.”

“Sir?” Korbin asked tentatively; he wasn’t sure what to say or what to do, so he simply stiffened his back against the edge of the tub and drew his arms in closer toward his body.

He was uncomfortable with Kian sitting so close to him - not because he didn’t want the Jedi in close proximity, but because he was still uncomfortably aroused by the other man’s presence. Korbin desperately wished he could will away his reactions, but even the unsexiest thought that he tried to force through his mind, had very little effect on his stirring passions. A part of him just wanted to sink below the surface of the water and drown himself in embarrassment. But, since that wasn’t exactly an option, he settled for assuming the role that never failed him - that of the self-assured, but appropriately deferential, captain.

“Relax, Korbin,” Kian opened his eyes and smiled lazily at his friend; there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, though, that the ARC had long learned to recognize. “You act like I’m going to bite you.”

Korbin opened his mouth to say something, but he thought better of it and coughed on his words instead. He gave Kian a wary, searching look, though, as he tried to figure out if the Jedi was purposefully baiting him or not. There was a knowing smile in the Corellian’s bright eyes, but Korbin chose to ignore the truth of it.

General Tharen was not flirting with him. It was simply out of the question.

“How’s your leg?” Kian’s smooth transition into his role as healer seemed to only confirm what Korbin knew was true - that he was imagining the Jedi’s advances.

While Kian was certainly doing nothing to discourage Korbin’s physical responses and unsuccessful attempts not to gawk, the Jedi was also not doing anything overtly encouraging, either. Korbin cleared his throat nervously for a second time and dropped his gaze from Kian’s neatly-bearded face, to his own submersed leg.

“It feels a lot better, now that I’m off of it,” he rolled his shoulders in a dismissive shrug.

“Is there still pain?” Kian surprised Korbin by bending over and reaching down to slip his hand underneath the water and to press his fingers gently against the muscled length of the ARC’s thigh.

The captain immediately gritted his teeth to keep back the sudden sigh of pleasure that nearly slipped from his lips in unconscious response to Kian’s touch. The Jedi’s fingers lingered for only a moment - just long enough for him to ascertain the truth of the ARC’s pain for himself - but it felt as if an electric jolt had just passed through Korbin from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

The pain he had felt earlier didn’t seem to exist any longer; Korbin was completely distracted and it was almost all he could do not to reach for the infuriating Jedi and pull him down into the water against the ARC’s aching body. Korbin swallowed hard, remembered Kian’s question just in time, and slowly shook his head.

“Not at the moment, sir,” he tried desperately to keep his feelings for Kian separated by the reality of what he was - a Jedi, a superior, a authority figure. “It, uh, did ache a little bit earlier,” Korbin added lamely as a quick after-thought. “Just after I got in.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear it’s not bothering you for the moment,” Kian sat back up and his fingers no longer probed gently along Korbin’s naked skin.

The ARC would have sighed in relief, except that he wasn’t so sure that he didn’t want Kian’s hand back against his thigh. In fact, if Korbin was honest with himself, there was nothing he wanted so much as to feel Kian’s talented, life-giving hands between his thighs; the thought made him twitch and he suddenly rolled his eyes up toward the ceiling, as if praying silently in supplication.

“Captain,” Kian's voice was deceptively level and belied the unexpected reality of his words. “I really do think that perhaps it's time for a frontal assault.”

“Beg pardon...sir?” Korbin lowered his eyes from the ceiling and blinked owlishly.

Something like hope stirred with desire in the pit of his stomach; this was a strange segue and curiously timed. The ARC didn't think for one second that Kian had any intention of talking actual military tactics – but he didn't want to read anything inappropriate into the Jedi's peculiar declaration, no matter how much he hoped for something more.

It was understandable, then, when Kian's next announcement left Korbin's jaw unhinged.

“Frontal. As in yours,” a wicked gleam danced in the Jedi's green eyes; his captain, on the other hand, could only gawk in a sudden overabundance of bewilderment.

“E-excuse me, s-sir?” Korbin managed to gather his wits together long enough to stammer out something.

“Let's be honest with one another, shall we?” Kian leaned forward toward Korbin's naked body and his clear tenor voice deepened into a rough whisper that the clone had never heard before.

It did strange things to his stomach and he was suddenly very aware of his erection. He was hard – and painfully so – and there was no longer any way to hide it. Korbin couldn't help a blush as Kian's eyes dipped suggestively down toward his submerged groin; the Jedi's eyes lingered a moment, however, and Korbin felt his hopes rise ever so slightly.

“Ever since you told me about your Force Sensitivity, Korbin, you haven't put a very concerted effort in hiding your emotions from me. I know how well you can hide yourself – you've done it to me, at the start of our friendship, and I've seen yourself do it to others since. But, lately...” Kian's eyes traveled slowly up the length of Korbin's wet torso and paused a moment to consider the broad expanse of his muscled chest.

It was the first time Korbin had ever seen Kian's...interest? Notice? Did he dare call it...desire? Those verdant eyes were smoldering, though, when Kian finally looked Korbin in the eye and the clone forgot how to breath for a long, lingering moment.

“I've found it very difficult to ignore the sense of desire that always seems to come around when I walk into a room,” Kian's voice deepened even more and Korbin was pretty sure he was going to learn how to swoon if the Jedi kept it up. “And, well...not to be indelicate, but,” Kian's eyes dropped again and Korbin didn't know whether to preen or to sink lower into the water. “You've only grown harder since I've returned and your sense of desire has only grown stronger. And, I must confess...” Kian leaned even further forward, until his words breathed sensuously across Korbin's ear. “You're not the only one.”

“Sir...?” Korbin could have kicked himself – why did he have to sound like such a flailing di'kut? - but he couldn't help falling back on protocol in the face of his confusion. Kian said nothing, however; he merely reached out, firmly grasped Korbin's nearest hand, and guided the clone's palm toward the inside of his pants.

Warm fingers pressed his own against a gently pulsing heat; Korbin froze, but he couldn't help the surge of his own arousal as he so bluntly discovered Kian's. His eyes followed their hands and he suddenly wondered how he could have missed the obvious. The only explanation he had, was that he had been so intent on denying his own hopes and misinterpreting Kian's own subtle signals, that he hadn't thought to look for his general's own betraying reactions.

There was also the fact that Kian was a Jedi Knight, in full control of his own physical and emotional faculties. Korbin had seen him deny pain, exhaustion, anger, and hunger – it was certainly within Kian's capabilities to hide his own arousal until he was ready to lower his own defenses. Combined with the fact that Kian had been consciously choosing to see what he wanted, it was not surprising to only now realize that the Jedi had been holding out.

Kian moved his hand down to stroke Korbin's wrist and the clone hesitantly smoothed his fingers over the long, slender length beneath them. The Correlian's breath hitched and Korbin looked up just in time to see Kian's eyes drift shut in an expression similar to relief. Korbin sat silently in complete awe, not quite yet daring to accept what was being so blatantly offered. He finally voiced his hesitation in halting, uncertain words.

“I...uh...didn't think I was your...ah...type, sir,” in truth, Korbin hadn't ever thought that Kian might have a type.

The Corellian had always been a model Jedi – the epitome of poise, self-control, grace, and courage. Though...there was Kian's tendency toward head-strong behavior and even, in some Jedi circles, rebelliousness. He was never afraid to veer off the beaten path,; if he felt that the Force was leading toward some form of unorthodoxy, he embraced it fully, regardless of disapproval form his peers and elders.

Korbin watched pleasure unfold across Kian's face as he gently explored the apex of his general's thighs, and wondered if the Force had lead them to this current moment in time.

“I have no doubt about it,” Kian's eyes fluttered open and he smiled warmly at Korbin, as if sharing an intimate secret with him; Korbin was used to the Jedi reading his thoughts by now and merely lifted an eyebrow in mild surprise. “I knew the Force was strong between us the moment we met.”

“But...what about the Code?” Korbin reluctantly pulled his hand back – he didn't want passion clouding Kian's answer any more than it might already have.

“What about it?” Kian titled his head to the side and looked genuinely puzzled.

“'There is no passion, there is serenity'?” Korbin shrugged in an attempt to downplay his fear of what such a conversation might deny.

“You forget that I'm Corellian, Korbin,” the edges of Kian's mouth twitched and mischief unexpectedly danced through his eyes; it belied the seriousness of his words. “Unlike Kil, I chose to stay with the Order after our home planet claimed neutrality. So, I suppose in that aspect, I have remained more loyal to the Order than many other Jedi Corellians. But, we Corellians have always defied the Order's stance on attachments – we have always chosen to forge our own way and discern for ourselves what may or may not lead to the Dark Side,” Kian slowly leaned forward toward Korbin again and the clone found his eyes fixating on his general's well-shaped lips. “The Force brought us together, Korbin, and I have never once thought that it was for ill. We're caught up in something greater than ourselves,” the Jedi reached out slowly and brushed his fingers thoughtfully against the straight line of Korbin's jaw. “And I do not think that forming an attachment to each other flies against the Force's purpose for us.”

“Are you suggesting that it is the Force's purpose, then?” Korbin sat perfectly still and willed himself not to respond to Kian's exploring fingertips.

He wanted to remain calm and rational, if only for a few more minutes. He wanted Kian – oh, Force, how he wanted him – but he did not want his Jedi so fiercely that he was willing to succumb to passion before thinking it through.

“I don't presume to know the Force in that way,” Kian shook his head slowly and his fingers still gently danced across the side of Korbin's face. “I don't think any good Jedi does. But...I have felt an attraction toward you from the very beginning. I kept it to myself, but I've been able to feel yours growing in intensity since Jabiim. More than one Corellian in our Order's past has quietly proven that attachment is not always a path to the Dark Side and in truth, I can't be a hypocrite. I am and will always be attached to my own sister. If I am attached to her, in full knowledge of what danger that might pose in the minds of others in the Order – why should I deny that possibility with you?”

“I'm a clone...a soldier...” Korbin was running out of reasons, but by Force he was going to stick to them.

“I could care less on either count,” the sincerity in Kian's eyes riveted his captain's attention.

“There's a million others just like me –”

“There's a million men who look like you, yes. But, there is not another living sentient in the galaxy who is like you, Korbin.”

“Why?” it was all Korbin had left and, in truth, it was the heart of his hesitation.

“You're smart, witty, courageous, loyal, and remarkably good looking,” Kian quirked an eyebrow and a coy smile tugged up the edges of his mouth. “You have an intellect that I find quite appealing and a body that I find quite irresistible. Need I say more?”

“I think if you say anything more, I might get a big head,” Korbin admitted cheekily; some of his doubt was lessening and it was hard to resist the easy pleasure of bantering with his widely grinning general.

“Oh, if it gets too big, I'm sure I can think of a few ways to deflate it,” Kian's grin got wider and Korbin was fairly certain that he wasn't misinterpreting the Jedi's seemingly intentional double entente.

In fact, the ARC grinned back and slowly shifted in the water for first time since Kian had sat down next to him. He leaned back against the sloped edge and spread his legs until his knees hit the edge of the bathtub.

“Care to join me, sir?” he grabbed Kian's ankle playfully and tugged gently.

His heart hammered in his throat – it was one thing to talk about attraction and attachment and the possibility of exploring what all of that meant. It was something all together, to actually take one up on the offer. For a long, heart-stopping moment, Korbin wondered if maybe had misinterpreted everything, if maybe he had imagined it...

But, Kian only graced him with a brilliant smile.

“I thought you'd never ask.”
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