Dulling the Edges
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lumy12Title: Dulling the Edges
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Vader/Sidious
Prompt: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
starwarsficfest's prompt due July 3rd: OT, Darth Vader and the Emperor: You belong to me--Fire. (And for my own reference, the comm post is here.)
Word Count: 688
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: The prompt is for OT but really I see this as inter-trilogy. Probably closer to RotS than ANH. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gizzi1213 for the... mini-post-fic-posting beta. Added a few words :)
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He still missed her. The passage of time had transformed this particular pain from blaze to ember, but it was still there, never completely extinguished. Although it was prone to flare up unbidden at inopportune moments, mostly he was able to control it.
He had learned what the price was for not controlling it.
Presently, alone in his chambers, he allowed himself to slip into a bittersweet reverie. He remembered his wife's gentle touch, her musical laughter, the way her love for him lit up her whole face when she looked at him…until that last fateful day, of course, when she had betrayed him. You should have stood by me, Padmé. I loved you so much. This empire could have been yours. Ours. Things would have been so different.
And then he waited.
He didn't have to wait long.
* * *
"You disappoint me, Lord Vader."
Now in the throne room, Darth Vader kneeled before his Master with bowed head, his guilt and shame flowing freely into the Force. "I am sorry, my Master."
"Your apology means nothing," hissed Darth Sidious, his yellow eyes glittering menacingly. "After all I've done for you, you should be grateful to me."
Vader's reply was cut off by a quick but powerful jolt of Force lightning that toppled him backwards. He did not cry out or moan, or attempt to deflect it. He simply lay there, his panting amplified by his respirator, watching the slow, sick smile crawl over the emperor's twisted face.
"Assume the position."
A familiar rush of excitement rippled through Vader at the command. He turned himself over and lowered his pants to his knees. He could hear the rustling of Sidious unfastening his own pants, could feel the sexual energy permeating the room.
"You want this, don't you," purred Sidious as he crept up behind him. "You're aching for it. Say it." A gnarled finger poked at Vader's ass.
"Yes," he managed to pant. "Yes, Master, please…"
"Please what?"
Yes, he must play the game. "Please fuck me." He had requested this so often there was little humiliation left in the begging.
"Why should I?"
That response dumbfounded Vader for a moment. "Because…because I want you to…"
"Oh?" snarled Sidious. "Is that reason enough?"
"P-please... Master..."
A blaze of excruciating pain seared through Vader as Sidious quite suddenly complied with his request. Every angry thrust yielded a fresh burst of electrifying agony. He cried out raspingly, incapable of producing anything louder than a garbled moan drowned out by his master's cackling. His mind registered words intermingled with the laughter. He couldn't distinguish them through his haze of overwhelming sensation, but he knew their meaning.
Vader relished his penetrator's passion. When Sidious claimed him as his own in this primeval manner, nothing else mattered. His failures, his weaknesses, his frustrations with his body's limitations...they all melted away. There was only this: pleasure-laced throbs of pain and possession. He could feel how much enjoyment his scarred form was giving his master. The emperor was inside of him, their bodies were joined -- he wasn't alone. For this moment, at least, they were one flesh.
And then it was over. Sidious withdrew his cock as brusquely as he had inserted it. He retreated to his chair, leaving Vader writhing on the floor. "You're pathetic," he sneered. "Now get dressed and leave me be."
He'd grown accustomed to being dismissed in this manner; the words did not sting him. And he knew better than to mention the fact that he wasn't yet sated. Vader fumbled with his clothes, wincing and panting, his whole body aching. The pain was of little concern, as he would later summon a medic to dull the edges for him.
But not yet. Vader needed this.
Someday he wouldn't. He would sit on his master's throne, smug in his own omnipotence. Vader turned around at the entranceway to bow in farewell to Sidious, but the other Sith had swiveled his chair around to face the expanse of transparisteel, rendering the gesture unnecessary.
Vader headed for his chambers, extinguishing what remained of his arousal with every painful step.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Vader/Sidious
Prompt: Written for
starwarsficfest's prompt due July 3rd: OT, Darth Vader and the Emperor: You belong to me--Fire. (And for my own reference, the comm post is here.)Word Count: 688
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: The prompt is for OT but really I see this as inter-trilogy. Probably closer to RotS than ANH. Thanks to
gizzi1213 for the... mini-post-fic-posting beta. Added a few words :)~
He still missed her. The passage of time had transformed this particular pain from blaze to ember, but it was still there, never completely extinguished. Although it was prone to flare up unbidden at inopportune moments, mostly he was able to control it.
He had learned what the price was for not controlling it.
Presently, alone in his chambers, he allowed himself to slip into a bittersweet reverie. He remembered his wife's gentle touch, her musical laughter, the way her love for him lit up her whole face when she looked at him…until that last fateful day, of course, when she had betrayed him. You should have stood by me, Padmé. I loved you so much. This empire could have been yours. Ours. Things would have been so different.
And then he waited.
He didn't have to wait long.
* * *
"You disappoint me, Lord Vader."
Now in the throne room, Darth Vader kneeled before his Master with bowed head, his guilt and shame flowing freely into the Force. "I am sorry, my Master."
"Your apology means nothing," hissed Darth Sidious, his yellow eyes glittering menacingly. "After all I've done for you, you should be grateful to me."
Vader's reply was cut off by a quick but powerful jolt of Force lightning that toppled him backwards. He did not cry out or moan, or attempt to deflect it. He simply lay there, his panting amplified by his respirator, watching the slow, sick smile crawl over the emperor's twisted face.
"Assume the position."
A familiar rush of excitement rippled through Vader at the command. He turned himself over and lowered his pants to his knees. He could hear the rustling of Sidious unfastening his own pants, could feel the sexual energy permeating the room.
"You want this, don't you," purred Sidious as he crept up behind him. "You're aching for it. Say it." A gnarled finger poked at Vader's ass.
"Yes," he managed to pant. "Yes, Master, please…"
"Please what?"
Yes, he must play the game. "Please fuck me." He had requested this so often there was little humiliation left in the begging.
"Why should I?"
That response dumbfounded Vader for a moment. "Because…because I want you to…"
"Oh?" snarled Sidious. "Is that reason enough?"
"P-please... Master..."
A blaze of excruciating pain seared through Vader as Sidious quite suddenly complied with his request. Every angry thrust yielded a fresh burst of electrifying agony. He cried out raspingly, incapable of producing anything louder than a garbled moan drowned out by his master's cackling. His mind registered words intermingled with the laughter. He couldn't distinguish them through his haze of overwhelming sensation, but he knew their meaning.
Vader relished his penetrator's passion. When Sidious claimed him as his own in this primeval manner, nothing else mattered. His failures, his weaknesses, his frustrations with his body's limitations...they all melted away. There was only this: pleasure-laced throbs of pain and possession. He could feel how much enjoyment his scarred form was giving his master. The emperor was inside of him, their bodies were joined -- he wasn't alone. For this moment, at least, they were one flesh.
And then it was over. Sidious withdrew his cock as brusquely as he had inserted it. He retreated to his chair, leaving Vader writhing on the floor. "You're pathetic," he sneered. "Now get dressed and leave me be."
He'd grown accustomed to being dismissed in this manner; the words did not sting him. And he knew better than to mention the fact that he wasn't yet sated. Vader fumbled with his clothes, wincing and panting, his whole body aching. The pain was of little concern, as he would later summon a medic to dull the edges for him.
But not yet. Vader needed this.
Someday he wouldn't. He would sit on his master's throne, smug in his own omnipotence. Vader turned around at the entranceway to bow in farewell to Sidious, but the other Sith had swiveled his chair around to face the expanse of transparisteel, rendering the gesture unnecessary.
Vader headed for his chambers, extinguishing what remained of his arousal with every painful step.
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Date: 2008-07-04 01:03 am (UTC)There is also an interesting sense of Vader's feeling of being alone and his loneliness reflected in his thrill at having his Master inside him. That physical connection to his Master replacing the emotional, loving relationship he had with Padme.
I must admit, however, one thing leaves me totally confused. The fic starts with, "Presently, alone in his chambers,..." and then says that Vader doesn't have a long wait, implying, I thought, that Sidious comes to Vader's quarters. Then suddenly they are in Sidious' throne room and Vader's being sent back to his room like a naughty child.
Was Vader called to Sidious "off camera" so to speak? Is that the part he didn't have long to wait on? Being summoned to Sidious?
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Date: 2008-07-04 01:10 am (UTC)I meant to bounce some juxtaposing things around, like you said, but I should have made that more clear.
I wonder if I should ninja edit.Thank you for reading it! ♥
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Date: 2008-07-04 02:18 am (UTC)Sidious remains as sadistic as ever. Well done, Wendy-bo-bendy. :) (I'm now even more inspired for my P/P fic, so thanks for that!! YAY!!!)
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Date: 2008-07-04 02:25 am (UTC)Kinda weird that I've never actually written them this late in the timeline, isn't it? The seduction of PT Ani/Palpy is...seductive. Heee.
And I'm glad you liked the title, as I usually struggle with titles (don't we all?) but this one JUMPED at me.
And since I've been a good girl lately... *NAG NAG NAG NAG NAG*
^_^
Re: ...wow.
Date: 2008-07-07 01:38 am (UTC)I'm glad you're not offended, or whatever...Did I tell you about "luminations" being a play on Lumy + illumination? Or did you just figure that out? You're smart! (I actually wanted "lumination" - no "s" - but some shmuck had already claimed that)
I'm really glad you liked it. (And, incidentally, that you commented here instead of the community post, linked above, where most of the other comments are. There's only one "negative" one if you'd want to read - and it's not exactly negative, just, uh... "not into the pairing")
So... *cough*
Did I turn you on, then? Hehehe.I can't tell you one specific thing, actually, just... you in general? I wasn't sure what I was going to do with it when I claimed it (several weeks ago). It's short but it actually took me several days to write.
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Date: 2009-10-04 12:13 am (UTC)... The only thing going through my mind is a comment of yours on one of ziggy's fics... something along the lines of "Palps' magical healing cock"
After his accident, Vader needed regular check-ups.
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Date: 2009-10-04 12:17 am (UTC)