"My whole apartment!" Anakin was telling the bartender. "All of it! Can you believe it?" he took a long swig of his poisonous-looking green drink. "The sofa in flames. Where do I sleep now? On the floor, that's where."
Tycho's gaze fell on the young man sitting a few feet away from him, conversing with the bartender. The attractive young man. Tycho's eyebrows knitted. He didn't think he'd ever seen him before ... of course, he wasn't thinking all that well by now. That was the whole point of the exercise, after all. Tycho shrugged, and gave up trying to think about it.
After a few false starts, he managed to scoot his bar stool over towards the other man. "This place ... this place is crazy, innt it. Seems like ... sumthing blows up ... ever'yother day. It's enough to drive you insane." Tycho punctuated this statement with another swig. If he was only slurring slightly, he clearly wasn't drunk enough yet.
The bartender saw a chance for escape and lunged for it. Anakin scowled at his retreating form before returning his attention to the Rebel...which one was it? Force, he couldn't keep them straight.
"It is as though we are living in a war zone, instead of merely being trapped by another planet's military," Anakin agreed. "I could go for a very long time without waking up to an explosion."
He sighed. "Yanno, I know this place is getting to me, when I begin to think the kids are right, and the only thing to do here 'sides fighting is to drink and have sex. But Force sometimes I feel like I'm back at the academy and everyone is having sex but me..."
It took Tycho a minute to realize what he had just admitted, but when he did, it resulted in him draining his glass, and pouring another.
Anakin grinned. Why not? His apartment had been demolished by clone troopers who thought he was a Separatist. He'd end up sleeping in a random hallway anyways, whether or not he passed out there.
"That is exceptionally generous of you," Anakin said, reaching for the glass. "Whoops...there are alternatives to drinking and fornicating. Fighting, for one. Deathsticks. This planet has the most marvelous selection of deathsticks."
"Getting high as an altern'tive to getting drunk?" Tycho raised one elegant eyebrow. "I su'pose ..." He laughed. "You're amusing," he told Anakin. This was better. He was now drunk enough that everything was starting to be funny ... of course, he was still un-drunk enough that he was still coherent. Best to drink more, and he didn't want to leave his new friend behind. "Here, drink up!" Tycho ordered and slapped his new friend on the back as he poured more whiskey in the glass.
Gradually his mind wandered back to the original topic of conversation. "Yanno... they shudnt let some people on the base ... or the shuld keep them a'way. There are children here yanno. And civilians. Some peeple shuld be kept away ..." Of course he was thinking of one person in particular ...
Usually Anakin would pick up on cues like that. Not when he's this drunk!
"Indeed, I have..." he thought about it for a minute, consulting his fingers and then giving up. "Many, many children here. They constantly are getting themselves in danger. Constantly!" he gestured a little to violently, slopping some whiskey on his hand. "Hmmm..." he downed the rest of it.
"It takes one," he said, very seriously. "To know one. And I know many here who are vile."
"Hmm ..." Tycho was way beyond thinking about the oddity in the idea that someone who looked this young had that many children. He winced as precious drink was spilled, and helpfully poured more in both glasses, only splashing a little on the bar top. Soon they were going to need a new bottle ...
"Vile, mmhmm, yeah, vile." Tycho nodded violently in agreement. "There... there's too much ... bad stuff in my life already. If we had t'come here, would a v'cation from the badstuff be too much t'ask?" It was getting harder to think of words.
"R'ly. I wish I could just relax for once, yanno? Take it easy, not have'ta worry, have some fun ..." Tycho sighed, and took another deep drink.
"Here's the thing," Anakin said, "You can go from one side of the Galaxy--" he swung his hand in a wild arc- "to th'other, and you know where you can find a planet free of the Dark Side. No where. But I mean, really, when everything is taken into consideration, this is the greatest place...ever!" he said, eyes wide and leaning in towards Tycho.
Dark side ...? What was he talking about? But before Tycho could try to puzzle the words out, his brain stopped working for an entirely different reason than the inebriation. Uff. It felt like he couldn't breath. Suddenly, there was a very attractive face leaning close in to his, and his head was swimming, and he couldn't think and ...
...the words 'greatest place ever' vaguely entered his brain. "Hmm, I suppose it isn't all bad ..." he murmured, and he was so drunk, and you know what, he didn't care anymore, and damn it, it had been too long, and he deserved this, and he leaned in and kissed the handsome stranger on the mouth.
Even when he was drunk, Tycho Celchu was still a very good kisser.
Mmmm, this was clearly the best idea Tycho had ever had. After all the death and pain and fighting, just sitting here, lost in someone else's lips, sliding his hand across their jaw, and tangling it in that beautiful hair ...
Suddenly, without warning, he was interrupted, pushed away, and what? No? Cannot?
It had been a long time since Tycho had played the role of the seducer, had been able to pursue someone this beautiful ... oh, he was going to enjoy this. All his energy, which has previously gone into being drunk and miserable, suddenly found a new target. Tycho smiled a wicked smile, full of promise. Hand still resting along his partner's jaw, Tycho leaned in, breath ghosting over the other man's ear, as he whispered. "Cannot? But a moment ago, you most certainly could," his other hand reached out, and began to slid up Anakin's thigh, "and it seems like you certainly want too ..."
Tycho began trailing kissed over his jaw back towards his lips. "Say yes," he breathed.
"Mmmmm...I should not...oh, I should not let you do this," Anakin groaned. "I have at least...twelve good reasons why I should not go on with this..." he put his hand on Tycho's.
Twenty years is a long time, you guys.
Anakin grabbed the front of Tycho's shirt and pulled him in as close as he could, his knuckles white with pressure.
"Is that a yes?" Tycho breathed against Anakin's mouth before PLUNDERING IT LIKE A PIRATE PLUNDERS BOOH-TAY kissing him fiercely.
Tycho was drunk enough by this point to not HAVE A SENSE OF DECENCY realize where he was anymore. His brain now completely disengaged, he was acting on pure need as he shoved the taller man up against the bar behind them, and while still continuing to kiss him hard, stuck a hand down his pants.
HIS MOUTH IS OPEN TO RECIEVE THE PENISyup_whitesuitAugust 16 2008, 03:33:13 UTC
Anakin made all kinds of incoherent noises, wriggling under Tycho's ~~tender ministrations~~. He gave as good as he got, reaching around and shoving his hands beneath Tycho's shirt, running them along his back.
"I want..." he said, breath catching in his throat. "I want you to fuck me."
THE GOGGLES, THEY DO NOTHING!2fighters1isdAugust 16 2008, 03:40:53 UTC
The time was always right, Hobbie thought, for some alcohol. So, it was with a sense of cheerfulness that he entered the bar. He strolled up to the bar, leaned across to speak to the bar-tender and then blinked. He turned his head, looked back at the bartender, then looked back again.
Tycho. Anakin Skywalker.
Making out.
He turned back to the bar-tender, "You know what? Just give me a bottle of something strong."
The pilot looked back at the two and slowly leaned over to tap Tycho on the shoulder. In a stage whisper, "Tycho, please tell me I'm going insane. I thought you were making out with Anakin Skywalker for a minute."
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After a few false starts, he managed to scoot his bar stool over towards the other man. "This place ... this place is crazy, innt it. Seems like ... sumthing blows up ... ever'yother day. It's enough to drive you insane." Tycho punctuated this statement with another swig. If he was only slurring slightly, he clearly wasn't drunk enough yet.
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"It is as though we are living in a war zone, instead of merely being trapped by another planet's military," Anakin agreed. "I could go for a very long time without waking up to an explosion."
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He sighed. "Yanno, I know this place is getting to me, when I begin to think the kids are right, and the only thing to do here 'sides fighting is to drink and have sex. But Force sometimes I feel like I'm back at the academy and everyone is having sex but me..."
It took Tycho a minute to realize what he had just admitted, but when he did, it resulted in him draining his glass, and pouring another.
"You want?" he offered, "I'm buying ..."
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"That is exceptionally generous of you," Anakin said, reaching for the glass. "Whoops...there are alternatives to drinking and fornicating. Fighting, for one. Deathsticks. This planet has the most marvelous selection of deathsticks."
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Gradually his mind wandered back to the original topic of conversation. "Yanno... they shudnt let some people on the base ... or the shuld keep them a'way. There are children here yanno. And civilians. Some peeple shuld be kept away ..." Of course he was thinking of one person in particular ...
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"Indeed, I have..." he thought about it for a minute, consulting his fingers and then giving up. "Many, many children here. They constantly are getting themselves in danger. Constantly!" he gestured a little to violently, slopping some whiskey on his hand. "Hmmm..." he downed the rest of it.
"It takes one," he said, very seriously. "To know one. And I know many here who are vile."
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"Vile, mmhmm, yeah, vile." Tycho nodded violently in agreement. "There... there's too much ... bad stuff in my life already. If we had t'come here, would a v'cation from the badstuff be too much t'ask?" It was getting harder to think of words.
"R'ly. I wish I could just relax for once, yanno? Take it easy, not have'ta worry, have some fun ..." Tycho sighed, and took another deep drink.
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...the words 'greatest place ever' vaguely entered his brain. "Hmm, I suppose it isn't all bad ..." he murmured, and he was so drunk, and you know what, he didn't care anymore, and damn it, it had been too long, and he deserved this, and he leaned in and kissed the handsome stranger on the mouth.
Even when he was drunk, Tycho Celchu was still a very good kisser.
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I have not kissed anyone, Anakin thought, making soft noises of delight, I have not kissed anyone like this since Obi-Wan or Padme died---
Since I killed them.
"Nngghh--" Anakin reluctantly drew back, bracing his hand against Tycho's shoulder. "No, oh no, I am afraid I cannot."
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Suddenly, without warning, he was interrupted, pushed away, and what? No? Cannot?
It had been a long time since Tycho had played the role of the seducer, had been able to pursue someone this beautiful ... oh, he was going to enjoy this. All his energy, which has previously gone into being drunk and miserable, suddenly found a new target. Tycho smiled a wicked smile, full of promise. Hand still resting along his partner's jaw, Tycho leaned in, breath ghosting over the other man's ear, as he whispered. "Cannot? But a moment ago, you most certainly could," his other hand reached out, and began to slid up Anakin's thigh, "and it seems like you certainly want too ..."
Tycho began trailing kissed over his jaw back towards his lips. "Say yes," he breathed.
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Twenty years is a long time, you guys.
Anakin grabbed the front of Tycho's shirt and pulled him in as close as he could, his knuckles white with pressure.
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Tycho was drunk enough by this point to not HAVE A SENSE OF DECENCY realize where he was anymore. His brain now completely disengaged, he was acting on pure need as he shoved the taller man up against the bar behind them, and while still continuing to kiss him hard, stuck a hand down his pants.
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"I want..." he said, breath catching in his throat. "I want you to fuck me."
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Tycho. Anakin Skywalker.
Making out.
He turned back to the bar-tender, "You know what? Just give me a bottle of something strong."
The pilot looked back at the two and slowly leaned over to tap Tycho on the shoulder. In a stage whisper, "Tycho, please tell me I'm going insane. I thought you were making out with Anakin Skywalker for a minute."
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