Bound To Be Pleased
This fic is rated: NC-17
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Anakin/Palpatine
Timeline: between AotC and RotS
Summary: Palpatine wants something a bit different.
For slashthedrabble's prompt: bound
Warnings: pr0n, mild, consensual BDSM
Word Count: 500
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: mostly, this was inspired by my dissatisfaction with the notion that the person with more power in the relationship is automatically the "top" in bed.
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, slashthedrabble, starwars_slash, unlimitedepower
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
The evening has grown late, and after so many times together, there is no point to being coy. Palpatine stands, gestures toward the bedroom. "Shall we?"
Skywalker nods once, jerkily, and pushes himself to his feet. He's been well-trained; there is no hesitation as he takes Palpatine in his arms. His tongue darts into Palpatine's mouth, a probing assault.
But this time, Palpatine has something different in mind, something more than just being fucked through the mattress by the Chosen One.
"Anakin," he says, in his best public servant voice; "sometimes being in charge can be so ... wearing."
"You're not planning on stepping down, are you?"
"No ... but I was hoping that, just for tonight ... " He drops his gaze as though ashamed by what he's asking.
It takes a minute for understanding to filter through Skywalker's thick skull, but finally he asks, "You want me to tie you up?"
"Oh, nothing so theatrical. Just ... hold my hands down. Please?"
Skywalker looks relieved. "Of course, Chancellor." Still, he doesn't strip down quite as quickly as usual. Palpatine doesn't care; he knows the younger man will do his job. When he bends over, he's already hard.
Skywalker bends over him and, almost tentatively, folds his metal fingers around both of Palpatine's wrists. It's awkward, opening him one-handed, but Skywalker manages. Palpatine lets out a soft moan as Skywalker slides all the way in.
And suddenly, Skywalker is a lot more enthusiastic. He picks up speed and angles his cock so that every thrust hits right there. Palpatine closes his eyes, lets himself feel. Sex is nothing compared to power, whether it's the Dark Side or simple political manipulation -- but sometimes, he needs this.
Cock slamming deep inside him, Skywalker's hand on his cock. Metal fingers tightening on his wrist, pushing just against the edges of pain, but he's close now, he doesn't care. He strains, testing his muscles against that implacable, artificial grip. Anakin responds, fingers clenching, grinding bones against each other, and he knows he'll have bruises to hide in the morning but all that matters is right now. He feels the need in Skywalker, how he's calling on the Force to hold off his own ejaculation. "So close," he murmurs, "Anakin ... "
Skywalker sinks his teeth into his shoulder, and the pain sends him over the edge.
He's vaguely aware of the rush of heat as Skywalker finishes, the weight of him as he collapses forward. For a long moment, they can do nothing but lie still.
Finally, Skywalker shifts his weight. Soon, mercifully, he'll be ready to dress and leave, back to the sterile confines of the Temple or to Padme, Palpatine can't bring himself to care.
But he does have one more thing to take care of. He runs his fingers through Skywalker's hair, murmurs sleepy endearments to feed the boy's ego, before he lets his eyes fall shut.
Only when he's alone does he allow himself to fall into sleep.
Fandom: Star Wars
Pairing: Anakin/Palpatine
Timeline: between AotC and RotS
Summary: Palpatine wants something a bit different.
For slashthedrabble's prompt: bound
Warnings: pr0n, mild, consensual BDSM
Word Count: 500
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Author's Note: mostly, this was inspired by my dissatisfaction with the notion that the person with more power in the relationship is automatically the "top" in bed.
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days, slashthedrabble, starwars_slash, unlimitedepower
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 22-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made.
The evening has grown late, and after so many times together, there is no point to being coy. Palpatine stands, gestures toward the bedroom. "Shall we?"
Skywalker nods once, jerkily, and pushes himself to his feet. He's been well-trained; there is no hesitation as he takes Palpatine in his arms. His tongue darts into Palpatine's mouth, a probing assault.
But this time, Palpatine has something different in mind, something more than just being fucked through the mattress by the Chosen One.
"Anakin," he says, in his best public servant voice; "sometimes being in charge can be so ... wearing."
"You're not planning on stepping down, are you?"
"No ... but I was hoping that, just for tonight ... " He drops his gaze as though ashamed by what he's asking.
It takes a minute for understanding to filter through Skywalker's thick skull, but finally he asks, "You want me to tie you up?"
"Oh, nothing so theatrical. Just ... hold my hands down. Please?"
Skywalker looks relieved. "Of course, Chancellor." Still, he doesn't strip down quite as quickly as usual. Palpatine doesn't care; he knows the younger man will do his job. When he bends over, he's already hard.
Skywalker bends over him and, almost tentatively, folds his metal fingers around both of Palpatine's wrists. It's awkward, opening him one-handed, but Skywalker manages. Palpatine lets out a soft moan as Skywalker slides all the way in.
And suddenly, Skywalker is a lot more enthusiastic. He picks up speed and angles his cock so that every thrust hits right there. Palpatine closes his eyes, lets himself feel. Sex is nothing compared to power, whether it's the Dark Side or simple political manipulation -- but sometimes, he needs this.
Cock slamming deep inside him, Skywalker's hand on his cock. Metal fingers tightening on his wrist, pushing just against the edges of pain, but he's close now, he doesn't care. He strains, testing his muscles against that implacable, artificial grip. Anakin responds, fingers clenching, grinding bones against each other, and he knows he'll have bruises to hide in the morning but all that matters is right now. He feels the need in Skywalker, how he's calling on the Force to hold off his own ejaculation. "So close," he murmurs, "Anakin ... "
Skywalker sinks his teeth into his shoulder, and the pain sends him over the edge.
He's vaguely aware of the rush of heat as Skywalker finishes, the weight of him as he collapses forward. For a long moment, they can do nothing but lie still.
Finally, Skywalker shifts his weight. Soon, mercifully, he'll be ready to dress and leave, back to the sterile confines of the Temple or to Padme, Palpatine can't bring himself to care.
But he does have one more thing to take care of. He runs his fingers through Skywalker's hair, murmurs sleepy endearments to feed the boy's ego, before he lets his eyes fall shut.
Only when he's alone does he allow himself to fall into sleep.