"Presumably to go rape Oliver Wood."
Title: Choke
Pairing: Vader/Apprentice
Fandom: Star Wars: The Force Unleashed
Rating: NC-17 This unauthorized rating confiscated by the MPAA.
Summary: Straight up PWP. But not straight PWP.
Warnings: Unsafe breathplay, blowjobs, angst. It's Vader, for fuck's sake.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and all that.
Beta'd: It's 5:30. No.
Vader threw his apprentice to the ground, disarming him smoothly. He tossed the boy’s lightsaber back, still dangerously lit, trusting the boy to catch it safely or suffer the consequences. Vader saw no reason to use training sabers during these duels. His apprentice would not be coddled.
He circled the boy, who followed his movements warily. “You are still a mere weakling. A true Sith draws power from his anger, his hate.”
Vader lunged forward suddenly, his padawan barely managing to block the swing. The two blades hummed inches from the boy’s shoulder, and Vader pressed forward, using his height to force the boy back. His saber came down on skin, and the boy jerked back, rolling out of harm’s way before he could suffer worse than a minor burn.
He backed further off, breathing heavily, his free hand pressed against the wound. “What is it you hate so much?” He gasped out, equal parts mockery and awe.
Myself.
The thought surfaced before Vader had a chance to shove it away, and the softening of his apprentice’s eyes told him the boy had heard, the single word carried across their Force connection as clearly as if he’d said it aloud. With renewed anger, Vader struck out again, knocking to boy’s saber from his hand with a volley of rapid blows.
“Your compassion is a weakness.” He spat, his own blade hovering close enough to singe skin. “Sith do not feel-”
“But passion is the core of Sith doctrine. Love is just as much a passion as hate. Sith teaching demands that we feel,” The boy insisted, chin raised defiantly despite the blade at his throat, and Vader found the argument unbearably familiar.
You might say we Jedi are encouraged to love.
The moment of distraction was just long enough for the boy to seize the opportunity, drawing his saber back into his grasp and lashing out toward his master. Vader blocked it easily, the memory thrust violently away. His anger mounted further, and the boy soon fell to his knees under the onslaught.
Vader stood over him for a long moment, poised to land the killing blow. His respirator would not allow for the change in his breathing that exertion demanded, and the necessary time to reconcile this was enough to collect himself. Finally, he deactivated the blade, turning away.
He returned to his chamber silently, aware but unconcerned as his apprentice followed. When the boy darted through the resealing doors, however, Vader whirled around angrily.
“You overstep your bounds, my apprentice.” He growled, reaching out with the Force to grasp the boy’s throat in warning.
The reaction was entirely unforeseen. His apprentice’s eyes, not yet yellowed by corruption, dilated wildly, a jolt of excitement radiating out from him. Vader paused.
He had seen this aspect of the boy, though he had not sensed the full extent of it until now. At times he was cold and reserved, but at others he become bold, reckless. At these times, he would seem driven by a sense of elation in knowing he could die at any moment. That he had nothing to lose. Vader had not been sure which side of his padawan to encourage.
Now, though, the boy radiated freedom, and Vader, in his mechanical prison, felt the hollow ache of envy with a strength he hadn’t known in years.
He yanked the boy Forcibly to him, one gauntleted hand closing around his vulnerable throat. The boy all but writhed against his solid chest, hands coming up to clutch at his master’s arms, drawing them closer together. As Vader’s grip tightened, his apprentice’s hands moved restlessly, ghosting up his arms, clutching at the armor plating of his chest, hovering uncertainly at the clasp of his cape.
Fascinated, Vader watched his apprentice’s face contort in apparent ecstasy as he struggled for breath. He saw the moment the decision was reached and, throwing caution to the wind, the boy’s hands suddenly steadied and, with a great show of deliberation, unfastened his cape.
Vader tightened his grip.
And with that, the boy’s fingers began to fly over Vader’s armour, diligently seeking out every fastening they could find and releasing it. Soon the massively scarred expanse of his torso was revealed, and his padawan’s fingers were beginning to roll back, his fingers beginning to fumble, but Vader might have sworn he could hear manic laughter echoing across their mental link. He loosened his grip, and waited the boy’s eyes refocused and took him in.
And he kicked him unceremoniously from his lap.
The boy’s brow furrowed in confusion, uncertainty ebbing back in.
Well? Vader thought, and the wild light came back into his apprentice’s eyes.
The boy scrabbled forward and found the latch of Vader’s codpiece.
Vader’s cock was as heavily scarred as the rest of him, and as the boy paused to openly stare, he had to crush his own self-consciousness without mercy. Then the boy’s warm mouth closed over hypersensitive scar tissue, and all thoughts on his body image were torn from his mind. The boy was careful with him, engulfing his length slowly and sucking only gently, and there was a place in the back of Vader’s mind where he was resentful, but mostly there was only the intensity of sensation and the involuntary thrust of his hips.
He carded gloved fingers through his padawan’s short hair, clutching at the base of his skull. Reminding him who is the Master.
The boy’s head bobbed up and down faster, lips sliding with near painful speed over tender flesh, and it had been so very long, and the boy’s throat was so tight under his hands, around his cock, and his hips jolted forward and please, and please please please please
He had the sense to swallow.
And the gall to climb back into Vader’s lap, burying his face in the crook of his Master’s neck and panting, rubbing himself through his pants.
In the afterglow, Vader contemplated suitable punishments for such insolence, before resolving to be generous.
He slid the boy’s pants smoothly from his hips, reaching in and palming his cock. He was not gentle, but from the needy sounds the boy made, he didn’t need to be. With one hand, he jacked the boy, as the other found it’s way back to his throat. The boy rocked hard in his lap, hands skittering across Vader’s armour plated shoulders, looking for purchase. His throat convulsed beneath Vader’s palm, his eyes going wide with what should have been panic. His eyes fell shut and he thrust hard into his Master’s hand.
Vader tightened his grip.
As the boy’s hands began to still, he released his throat. The first gasp was hoarse and horrible, and with it his apprentice jerked and began to come.
There was a horrible moment as the splatter hit his chest when all that flashed through Vader’s mind were microbes and bacteria and charred, ruined lunges, and he shoved the boy away.
On trembling legs, his apprentice stood and took a step back toward him. Vader flung out a hand, and Forcibly threw the boy from his chamber.
As the chamber snapped shut around him, like the jaws of a great beast, Vader found himself alone.
Pairing: Vader/Apprentice
Fandom: Star Wars: The Force Unleashed
Rating: NC-17 This unauthorized rating confiscated by the MPAA.
Summary: Straight up PWP. But not straight PWP.
Warnings: Unsafe breathplay, blowjobs, angst. It's Vader, for fuck's sake.
Disclaimer: I own nothing and all that.
Beta'd: It's 5:30. No.
Vader threw his apprentice to the ground, disarming him smoothly. He tossed the boy’s lightsaber back, still dangerously lit, trusting the boy to catch it safely or suffer the consequences. Vader saw no reason to use training sabers during these duels. His apprentice would not be coddled.
He circled the boy, who followed his movements warily. “You are still a mere weakling. A true Sith draws power from his anger, his hate.”
Vader lunged forward suddenly, his padawan barely managing to block the swing. The two blades hummed inches from the boy’s shoulder, and Vader pressed forward, using his height to force the boy back. His saber came down on skin, and the boy jerked back, rolling out of harm’s way before he could suffer worse than a minor burn.
He backed further off, breathing heavily, his free hand pressed against the wound. “What is it you hate so much?” He gasped out, equal parts mockery and awe.
Myself.
The thought surfaced before Vader had a chance to shove it away, and the softening of his apprentice’s eyes told him the boy had heard, the single word carried across their Force connection as clearly as if he’d said it aloud. With renewed anger, Vader struck out again, knocking to boy’s saber from his hand with a volley of rapid blows.
“Your compassion is a weakness.” He spat, his own blade hovering close enough to singe skin. “Sith do not feel-”
“But passion is the core of Sith doctrine. Love is just as much a passion as hate. Sith teaching demands that we feel,” The boy insisted, chin raised defiantly despite the blade at his throat, and Vader found the argument unbearably familiar.
You might say we Jedi are encouraged to love.
The moment of distraction was just long enough for the boy to seize the opportunity, drawing his saber back into his grasp and lashing out toward his master. Vader blocked it easily, the memory thrust violently away. His anger mounted further, and the boy soon fell to his knees under the onslaught.
Vader stood over him for a long moment, poised to land the killing blow. His respirator would not allow for the change in his breathing that exertion demanded, and the necessary time to reconcile this was enough to collect himself. Finally, he deactivated the blade, turning away.
He returned to his chamber silently, aware but unconcerned as his apprentice followed. When the boy darted through the resealing doors, however, Vader whirled around angrily.
“You overstep your bounds, my apprentice.” He growled, reaching out with the Force to grasp the boy’s throat in warning.
The reaction was entirely unforeseen. His apprentice’s eyes, not yet yellowed by corruption, dilated wildly, a jolt of excitement radiating out from him. Vader paused.
He had seen this aspect of the boy, though he had not sensed the full extent of it until now. At times he was cold and reserved, but at others he become bold, reckless. At these times, he would seem driven by a sense of elation in knowing he could die at any moment. That he had nothing to lose. Vader had not been sure which side of his padawan to encourage.
Now, though, the boy radiated freedom, and Vader, in his mechanical prison, felt the hollow ache of envy with a strength he hadn’t known in years.
He yanked the boy Forcibly to him, one gauntleted hand closing around his vulnerable throat. The boy all but writhed against his solid chest, hands coming up to clutch at his master’s arms, drawing them closer together. As Vader’s grip tightened, his apprentice’s hands moved restlessly, ghosting up his arms, clutching at the armor plating of his chest, hovering uncertainly at the clasp of his cape.
Fascinated, Vader watched his apprentice’s face contort in apparent ecstasy as he struggled for breath. He saw the moment the decision was reached and, throwing caution to the wind, the boy’s hands suddenly steadied and, with a great show of deliberation, unfastened his cape.
Vader tightened his grip.
And with that, the boy’s fingers began to fly over Vader’s armour, diligently seeking out every fastening they could find and releasing it. Soon the massively scarred expanse of his torso was revealed, and his padawan’s fingers were beginning to roll back, his fingers beginning to fumble, but Vader might have sworn he could hear manic laughter echoing across their mental link. He loosened his grip, and waited the boy’s eyes refocused and took him in.
And he kicked him unceremoniously from his lap.
The boy’s brow furrowed in confusion, uncertainty ebbing back in.
Well? Vader thought, and the wild light came back into his apprentice’s eyes.
The boy scrabbled forward and found the latch of Vader’s codpiece.
Vader’s cock was as heavily scarred as the rest of him, and as the boy paused to openly stare, he had to crush his own self-consciousness without mercy. Then the boy’s warm mouth closed over hypersensitive scar tissue, and all thoughts on his body image were torn from his mind. The boy was careful with him, engulfing his length slowly and sucking only gently, and there was a place in the back of Vader’s mind where he was resentful, but mostly there was only the intensity of sensation and the involuntary thrust of his hips.
He carded gloved fingers through his padawan’s short hair, clutching at the base of his skull. Reminding him who is the Master.
The boy’s head bobbed up and down faster, lips sliding with near painful speed over tender flesh, and it had been so very long, and the boy’s throat was so tight under his hands, around his cock, and his hips jolted forward and please, and please please please please
He had the sense to swallow.
And the gall to climb back into Vader’s lap, burying his face in the crook of his Master’s neck and panting, rubbing himself through his pants.
In the afterglow, Vader contemplated suitable punishments for such insolence, before resolving to be generous.
He slid the boy’s pants smoothly from his hips, reaching in and palming his cock. He was not gentle, but from the needy sounds the boy made, he didn’t need to be. With one hand, he jacked the boy, as the other found it’s way back to his throat. The boy rocked hard in his lap, hands skittering across Vader’s armour plated shoulders, looking for purchase. His throat convulsed beneath Vader’s palm, his eyes going wide with what should have been panic. His eyes fell shut and he thrust hard into his Master’s hand.
Vader tightened his grip.
As the boy’s hands began to still, he released his throat. The first gasp was hoarse and horrible, and with it his apprentice jerked and began to come.
There was a horrible moment as the splatter hit his chest when all that flashed through Vader’s mind were microbes and bacteria and charred, ruined lunges, and he shoved the boy away.
On trembling legs, his apprentice stood and took a step back toward him. Vader flung out a hand, and Forcibly threw the boy from his chamber.
As the chamber snapped shut around him, like the jaws of a great beast, Vader found himself alone.