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lumy12Title: "Symphony"
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin/Palpatine
Prompt: IT'S ALL![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ansketil_rose'S FAULT. Heh. She ORDERED me to write at least 200 words of Palpakin + speeder. (Also applying it to my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic50 claim: #33 - Question)
Word Count: 712
Rating: R
Summary: Who will win the bet?
Author's Notes: Dang, I wrote this whole thing at work today. WHAT A PRODUCTIVE DAY I'M HAVING.
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The young Jedi’s arrogance served as both an aphrodisiac and a challenge to the old Sith Lord. It was a reckless contest, of course, but recklessness was so deliciously becoming on Anakin. He wore it far more naturally than the Jedi tenets imposed on him.
“Not only will I not crash,” Anakin predicted smugly, “but I’ll land us on your private platform at the exact moment I come.”
Chancellor Palpatine arched an eyebrow. “Indeed? Such a fine-tuned symphony this will be! You’ll put the Coruscanti Philharmonic to shame.”
With his trademark smirk, Anakin powered up the speeder and guided it effortlessly into the skylane. “Any time you’re ready, sir.” The ‘sir,’ when used thusly, was both a term of endearment and an acknowledgement of the clandestinity of their relationship.
Palpatine scooted closer to begin his task. He nipped and suckled at the boy’s neck while his hand explored his crotch. Anakin’s breathing became more labored, but his concentration didn’t waver – even as the hand expertly freed his cock from the trappings of its Jedi garments.
When Palpatine applied tongue to head, he felt the speeder dip suddenly, and then it leveled off. Anakin was still in control.
By the time his talented mouth fully engulfed Anakin’s erection, the Jedi was trembling in his effort not to lose control of his piloting. The noise of the air traffic swallowed his loud moans, but Palpatine heard them: the Force was singing just as loudly of the boy’s pleasure, and such a sweet song it was.
Anakin gripped the Chancellor’s fine white hair, unwilling to let the man’s head rise too far as he neared his release. The speeder’s flight didn’t appear to suffer the loss of that hand. Palpatine could feel Anakin’s struggle to keep up the Force-concentration required to negotiate traffic in his weakened state. He knew they must be close to 500 Republica by now or Anakin would be trying harder to delay his orgasm.
Should he, or shouldn’t he… oh, what the hell. Anakin’s recklessness certainly was contagious.
The Sith let a twinge of dark Force energy trickle through his tongue. Anakin, dark side virgin that he was, reacted by ejaculating immediately.
Palpatine swallowed with gusto; it was like drinking the Force itself, in a way. The speeder hadn’t landed, he noticed with amusement. He lifted his head to look out into the sky and gauge their location: their destination was still well ahead of them. Now it was the Chancellor’s turn to look smug.
“What the fuck was that?” Anakin demanded. His expression wavered between incredulous awe and mild annoyance.
“A blow job,” replied Palpatine innocently.
“No, that… that thing you did at the end….”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t I always give good head?”
“But it felt like… like… you cheated!”
Palpatine laughed. “How did I cheat?”
“You’ve never done that before!”
“I haven’t a clue what you mean, sweetheart. I’ve given you oral pleasure many times before.”
Anakin landed on the private dock and set about tucking himself back into his robes. “No, it’s just… you did that thing, and it was like…”
“Like what?”
“Nevermind,” he grumbled, frowning in that way that never failed to ignite Palpatine’s desire to spoil him rotten. The boy really was quite easy to please, thanks to his minimalist Jedi lifestyle.
“You did well, Anakin,” he cajoled as he helped the boy fix his clothes. “Don’t be upset. You didn’t crash the speeder. You won the bet!”
“No, I didn’t,” Anakin said sulkily. “My timing was off. I really thought I could do it.”
“You did far better than I could have, that’s for sure.”
That pronouncement drew a smile. “It’s not exactly a fair contest. You haven’t flown anything in years, and you can’t use the Force.”
Mmm, there was a note of hesitation there at that last. Anakin would wonder, but no doubt dismiss his suspicions as the product of orgasmic imagination.
“Did you enjoy it?” asked Palpatine teasingly.
“Of course! That was… so incredible. Best one I’ve ever had.”
“Then I would say we’re both winners, wouldn’t you? Now come inside and let me feed you. You must be famished after such exertion.”
“You’re the best,” said Anakin happily.
Palpatine wasn’t inclined to argue with that.
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin/Palpatine
Prompt: IT'S ALL
ansketil_rose'S FAULT. Heh. She ORDERED me to write at least 200 words of Palpakin + speeder. (Also applying it to my fanfic50 claim: #33 - Question)Word Count: 712
Rating: R
Summary: Who will win the bet?
Author's Notes: Dang, I wrote this whole thing at work today. WHAT A PRODUCTIVE DAY I'M HAVING.
~
The young Jedi’s arrogance served as both an aphrodisiac and a challenge to the old Sith Lord. It was a reckless contest, of course, but recklessness was so deliciously becoming on Anakin. He wore it far more naturally than the Jedi tenets imposed on him.
“Not only will I not crash,” Anakin predicted smugly, “but I’ll land us on your private platform at the exact moment I come.”
Chancellor Palpatine arched an eyebrow. “Indeed? Such a fine-tuned symphony this will be! You’ll put the Coruscanti Philharmonic to shame.”
With his trademark smirk, Anakin powered up the speeder and guided it effortlessly into the skylane. “Any time you’re ready, sir.” The ‘sir,’ when used thusly, was both a term of endearment and an acknowledgement of the clandestinity of their relationship.
Palpatine scooted closer to begin his task. He nipped and suckled at the boy’s neck while his hand explored his crotch. Anakin’s breathing became more labored, but his concentration didn’t waver – even as the hand expertly freed his cock from the trappings of its Jedi garments.
When Palpatine applied tongue to head, he felt the speeder dip suddenly, and then it leveled off. Anakin was still in control.
By the time his talented mouth fully engulfed Anakin’s erection, the Jedi was trembling in his effort not to lose control of his piloting. The noise of the air traffic swallowed his loud moans, but Palpatine heard them: the Force was singing just as loudly of the boy’s pleasure, and such a sweet song it was.
Anakin gripped the Chancellor’s fine white hair, unwilling to let the man’s head rise too far as he neared his release. The speeder’s flight didn’t appear to suffer the loss of that hand. Palpatine could feel Anakin’s struggle to keep up the Force-concentration required to negotiate traffic in his weakened state. He knew they must be close to 500 Republica by now or Anakin would be trying harder to delay his orgasm.
Should he, or shouldn’t he… oh, what the hell. Anakin’s recklessness certainly was contagious.
The Sith let a twinge of dark Force energy trickle through his tongue. Anakin, dark side virgin that he was, reacted by ejaculating immediately.
Palpatine swallowed with gusto; it was like drinking the Force itself, in a way. The speeder hadn’t landed, he noticed with amusement. He lifted his head to look out into the sky and gauge their location: their destination was still well ahead of them. Now it was the Chancellor’s turn to look smug.
“What the fuck was that?” Anakin demanded. His expression wavered between incredulous awe and mild annoyance.
“A blow job,” replied Palpatine innocently.
“No, that… that thing you did at the end….”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t I always give good head?”
“But it felt like… like… you cheated!”
Palpatine laughed. “How did I cheat?”
“You’ve never done that before!”
“I haven’t a clue what you mean, sweetheart. I’ve given you oral pleasure many times before.”
Anakin landed on the private dock and set about tucking himself back into his robes. “No, it’s just… you did that thing, and it was like…”
“Like what?”
“Nevermind,” he grumbled, frowning in that way that never failed to ignite Palpatine’s desire to spoil him rotten. The boy really was quite easy to please, thanks to his minimalist Jedi lifestyle.
“You did well, Anakin,” he cajoled as he helped the boy fix his clothes. “Don’t be upset. You didn’t crash the speeder. You won the bet!”
“No, I didn’t,” Anakin said sulkily. “My timing was off. I really thought I could do it.”
“You did far better than I could have, that’s for sure.”
That pronouncement drew a smile. “It’s not exactly a fair contest. You haven’t flown anything in years, and you can’t use the Force.”
Mmm, there was a note of hesitation there at that last. Anakin would wonder, but no doubt dismiss his suspicions as the product of orgasmic imagination.
“Did you enjoy it?” asked Palpatine teasingly.
“Of course! That was… so incredible. Best one I’ve ever had.”
“Then I would say we’re both winners, wouldn’t you? Now come inside and let me feed you. You must be famished after such exertion.”
“You’re the best,” said Anakin happily.
Palpatine wasn’t inclined to argue with that.
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Date: 2009-11-25 09:39 pm (UTC)Yeah sure, blame the person who didn't write it. :P
Still, it's quite a fun little fic. It's not bad as Palpakin goes.
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Date: 2009-11-26 12:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-26 01:55 am (UTC)I suppose you could consider that a challenge, if you wanted to. LOL
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Date: 2009-11-26 01:58 am (UTC)Honestly, though, I don't think I'm graphic enough to be terribly squicky.
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Date: 2009-11-26 02:11 am (UTC)Like that one where UglyEmperor!Palps tells Suit!Vader to "assume the position"?
I read that one before I was even on your friends list. :P
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Date: 2009-11-26 02:17 am (UTC)Or were you just unable to brain bleach it out?no subject
Date: 2009-11-25 10:06 pm (UTC)Guess I know where I rate! When I ORDER you to write Anakin/Obi-Wan you just give me the middle finger!
Congrats, btw. You wrote more today at work than I did on my NaNo at home all day!!!
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Date: 2009-11-26 12:48 am (UTC)LOL what about your inspiration this morning???
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Date: 2009-11-27 08:14 am (UTC)Good luck with the NaNo, btw.
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Date: 2009-11-27 02:38 am (UTC)A cute little story!
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Date: 2009-11-27 06:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-27 08:12 am (UTC)But I am back now! ^_^ First of all, I appreciate your somewhat loud announcement that I ordered you to write this fic - always nice to have credit where credit's due. And you wrote it at work! How clandestine, how naughty! Truly you are dedicated to the darker powers. *pets apprentice*
Ahem. Now proper commenting...
I’ll land us on your private platform at the exact moment I come
This whole piece gave me a nostalgic feeling for a RwaV because of this line. I wrote something like - "anakin's speeder touched down on Palpatine's private landing platform" and someone left me a review going: LOL, Anakin's SPEEDER and Palpatine's privates, eh? Eh?
Good times. >_<
I love Anakin's cocky behaviour here (one question - how is he using the peddles if Palpatine is crouching in front of his seat? I'll just assume it has no peddles).
And Palpatine sooo CHEATS... mwahahaha! I adore his innocence at the end and Anakin's sudden doubt about whether the Chancellor does indeed have some power and his insistance that he did something different.
“You did well, Anakin,” lovely (mis)use of a movie quote! lol.
And the two last lines... awwww... so cute, so conceited.
All in all an excellent way to return to the netz after a mini-hiatus... "You - ah - did well, Wendy."
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Date: 2009-11-27 09:45 pm (UTC)Oh wait... I'm not the one who's supposed to be giving the orders... forgive me, Master!
I don't remember that line of RwaV :) I'm sure I didn't see the review, as I was careful not to read any so as not to be spoiled!
About the pedals in the speeder -- I envision Palpatine doing it from the side. I don't think there'd be enough room in front. But if you'd like to envision him in front then... Anakin pedals around him or something? Hehe. I figured he might be covering a gear shift or something... I know fuck all about speeder controls, though >.>
I love abusing the "you did well, Anakin" quote. Guilty pleasure!
Thank you for your long review and kind words <333 *preens* Glad this tickled your Palpakin fancy! Was it a mini-hiatus I was on? I suppose, as it had been over a month since I posted anything here (for shame!).
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Date: 2009-12-27 11:50 pm (UTC)Well done!
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Date: 2009-12-28 12:19 am (UTC)Thank you so much ♥
Discovering this fic belatedly
Date: 2010-10-12 04:34 am (UTC)Re: Discovering this fic belatedly
Date: 2010-10-12 01:08 pm (UTC)