Fandom: Star Wars
Prompt: Daddy Themes. For svmadelyn's Kink/Cliche Challenge
Word Count: 2274
Author's Notes: Massive warnings on this one! First of all, it's so AU that it's barely recognizable as Star Wars. Contains incest, underage sex, mild BDSM. If you feel the need to tell me I'm a pervert, you're not allowed to unless you read it. Ha!
The boy would be home any minute now, and today was the day. His fine Corellian wine tasted sweeter this evening, his supper more savory; even the fact that he had dined alone did not dampen his spirits. Supreme Chancellor Palpatine shivered in delicious anticipation of the events that were about to unfold.
For today was the day. Palpatine had decided, and thus it was so.
Presently he sipped the wine, enjoying its crisp flavor and the warmth it spread through his aged body. His small frame was clad only in the crimson silk robe that he favored before bed. He shifted irritably in the overstuffed chair.
At last he sensed the boy approaching the sitting room, and a heady rush of excitement rippled through him. He let it go as he schooled his features to suit the occasion. His expression was blank, perhaps a touch icy. His mouth drooped in disapproval.
The boy rapped lightly on the door, then entered the room with his head bowed and his eyes downcast, save for a quick glance at Palpatine’s somber face. He stood in front of the older man dejectedly.
Palpatine simply stared at him. He knew his silence and his penetrating gaze made the youth uncomfortable. How appealing he looks, standing there demurely, expecting punishment.
“Look at me,” the Chancellor commanded, setting his wine glass on a side table and leaning forward in the chair.
The boy lifted his head slightly to comply. He was flushed. Bright-eyed. Radiating nervous excitement through the Force. Absolutely stunning.
“Where have you been, Anakin?”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” he whispered.
Palpatine wasn’t quite so easily placated. “Answer the question.”
“I was j-just... out,” Anakin stammered. “You know. With friends. I lost track of the hour.”
“Your dinner’s cold. Are you hungry?”
“Yes -- starving!” replied the boy, smiling. He turned towards the door.
Palpatine’s laugh froze him before he took one step. Some laughter was infectious, filling those who heard it with happiness; the Chancellor's was quite the opposite -- a cruel, mocking cackle that could suck the joy from a room. “Not so fast, boy. You decided that being out with your little friends was more important to you than dining with me. You don’t deserve to eat now. You have to learn that your choices have consequences.”
Anakin pouted. The boy excelled at that: his lower lip protruded, his brow furrowed, his eyes were sullen -- he was a picture of pure petulance. In the past, such a look may have earned Anakin a reprieve... but Palpatine intended to break that habit now.
"Some day you'll thank me for teaching you these life lessons, son," the Chancellor said calmly.
"No I won't!" Anakin spat out angrily. "I'm kriffing hungry!"
Palpatine raised an eyebrow at the obscenity. The boy was so very passionate. "Anakin, I know you're upset, so I'll forgive your language, but I am your father and you will treat me with respect."
Anakin snorted. "Some father. What kind of father starves his child?"
Palpatine glared at him. "That's it. Drop your trousers."
"Wh-what?" The bratty rage gave way to perplexity.
"Don't look so confused, boy. I've spanked you before."
"Yeah, but... I'm too old for that now, Daddy!"
Palpatine snickered. "You're only thirteen, Anakin. Still a mere child. And if you insist on acting like a brat, you'll be treated like one. Now do as you're told, or Daddy will give you a lot more than just a quick spanking."
Anakin looked at him beseechingly. "Please don't do this, Daddy," he whined. "I'm sorry! I'll be good."
Palpatine sighed to show false impatience. He actually quite enjoyed the boy's swift change in attitude, but he wasn't about to let Anakin see that now. "Drop them," he ordered firmly.
Defeated, Anakin acquiesced. His face burned with shame and humiliation as he fumbled with the fastenings of his pants.
Palpatine stared at the awkward youth and shifted in his seat again, this time due to a disturbance in his own pants. "Hmmm. Take them off completely. Underwear as well."
He didn't think the boy could turn a deeper shade of red, but he was mistaken.
"Go on, Anakin, it's nothing I haven't seen before," he prodded. The bulge in Anakin's underwear did not escape the Chancellor's notice, though he feigned unawareness. Ah, this is progressing perfectly!
"Daddy... I...um..." Anakin trailed off miserably.
Palpatine chuckled. "There's no need to be shy, son, but...since you're so clearly uncomfortable with me seeing your manhood, I'll close my eyes until you come lay across my lap." He made a show of lifting his hand to cover his eyes so the boy would feel protected from his interested gaze. Of course, he had to allow just a fraction of space between two fingers: Palpatine couldn't resist a peek.
And he was delighted with what he saw. My little boy is becoming quite a man.
Anakin crawled across Palpatine's lap, shifting back and forth over his legs -- most likely attempting, without success, to find a position that would hide his blossoming erection. Palpatine spread his legs a bit to accommodate the tall boy. His hand flew swiftly across Anakin's bottom, and though the boy flinched, he did not make a sound.
He intensified the next smack, and Anakin whimpered. His cock had grown stiffer; it now pressed firmly against the older man's robed thigh.
"Mmmmm, you like it when Daddy punishes you," cooed Palpatine as he delivered another strong blow to the boy's blushing ass. "You thought you were too old? Quite the contrary: you are now becoming old enough."
After several more spanks, he rubbed a hand soothingly over the luscious cheeks in his lap. "There, there. You did well, Anakin." Each circular motion widened the path of his hand, bringing his tantalizing fingers down to the boy's legs for just a moment, then back up to his ass. He resisted the temptation to weasel his hand beneath him to touch his balls, choosing instead to enjoy the way Anakin tensed and lifted up slightly to allow him easier access...the way he softly grunted and squirmed.
The sexual tension spilling into the Force intoxicated the Chancellor far more than the wine had. He allowed his fingertips to barely graze the boy's scrotum, pulling back when Anakin sucked in his breath. "Forgive me, son, my hand slipped," Palpatine said innocently.
Anakin exhaled. "It's... it's okay, Daddy. I don't mind."
Palpatine did not bother to hide his amusement. "You don't mind? I think you rather enjoy Daddy touching you. Dirty boy." He reached beneath him again, this time far enough to massage the base of his cock. Anakin's moan sent shivers down his spine.
"Let's get you more comfortable." He withdrew the hand and pulled Anakin closer to him, carefully rolling him on his side and guiding him to sit up in his lap. Palpatine's arm brushed over the boy's cock as he settled his hand firmly on his hip. He smiled up at Anakin's beautiful bright-red face. "There, that's better, isn't it?"
The boy nodded mutely, his eyes fixated on that hand. Palpatine's thumb wagged back and forth over his hip, but he made no move to molest him in more inappropriate places.
"Do you want Daddy to touch you?" Palpatine crooned.
Anakin let out a nervous giggle. "Um..."
Palpatine lifted his hand up to turn his face towards him, caressing his cheek gently. "My little boy's growing up so fast. The feelings you're having are perfectly healthy, Anakin."
"But...you said I was dirty," Anakin whined.
"You are dirty. That's quite normal for someone your age." He traced Anakin's lush lips with his finger. "You know I love you, don't you?"
"I love you too, Daddy."
Palpatine smiled. "My sweet boy. How 'bout a little kiss."
"Like our goodnight kisses?" Anakin grinned. His expression struck Palpatine as somehow both naughty and innocent at once.
The Chancellor licked his lips. "Better than those." He pulled the boy's face toward his own so that their lips barely touched. "Don't be afraid. Daddy won't hurt you. Just do what comes naturally..."
Anakin hesitantly pressed his lips to Palpatine's.
His son was deliciously ripe for the taking.
Palpatine trailed his hand down the boy's tunic, pausing maddeningly just above his cock. Anakin squirmed and made a frustrated whimpering noise, which seemed as perfect a time as any for Palpatine to slide his tongue into his mouth. Not only did Anakin not resist, but he kissed back with such lust, such passion...such skill! Quite unlike an innocent first-timer.
Palpatine was the one who pulled back. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" he asked breathlessly.
Anakin blinked. "N-nowhere... you said to do what comes naturally! So I did!"
"Don't lie." Palpatine sneered at him. "Just admit it -- you've been fooling around with someone else."
"No!" Anakin protested. "I only love you, Daddy, I swear!"
"I didn't say you loved anyone else," Palpatine replied coolly. "But you're too young to be dating. I won't allow it."
"I know, Daddy, and I'm not!" Anakin pouted. "I just like kissing you! Why are you mad at me for that?"
"I'm not angry, Anakin, I just want to make sure that you're... pure for Daddy." Palpatine wasn't convinced the boy was telling the truth, but he didn't need to be; his suspicion still served to remind Anakin of his place. The older man's hand absently grazed the head of the boy's cock, which was already slick with pre-cum.
Anakin gasped at the unexpected touch. He giggled a little in spite of his sulkiness. "Pure and dirty?"
"Odd as it sounds, yes." Palpatine finally grasped the boy's cock firmly in his hand. "You don't let anyone touch you in your naughty places?"
"No! Only - ohhhh - only you," he moaned. "Oh, Daddy..."
Palpatine pumped his cock quickly, expertly, staring at the boy's flushed face, reveling in the vast amount of lust oozing into the Force. "Yesssss," he hissed. "Daddy makes you feel good, doesn't he. That's a good boy. Remember, call my name when you come."
He leaned forward to kiss the youth's succulent neck. He could sense how close Anakin was to the grand finale; he waited for the perfect moment to bite into his flesh.
"Daddyyyyy!" cried Anakin, his face scrunched up in orgasmic bliss. It was a beautiful sight for Palpatine to behold, and his cock twitched hungrily.
"Good boy," he murmured into his neck, trailing tiny kisses up to his ear. "I love you."
Anakin laughed breathlessly. The blush had returned to his cheeks. He slumped against the Chancellor, nestling into the crook of his arm, and looked down at the mess he'd made -- a mess already being wiped off with a soft cloth. "Where did that come from?"
"That's what happens when you come, son," Palpatine replied matter-of-factly.
Anakin giggled. "Not that, Daddy -- the rag! I'm not stupid!"
"I see." Palpatine snorted. He hadn't expected the boy to be quite so giddy -- or so adorable, for that matter. He tossed the cloth aside and tipped Anakin's chin up for a quick kiss. "You've made me very horny, young man."
Anakin pouted. "But I'm still hungry!" The boy squirmed a little, and his knee nudged Palpatine's cock teasingly.
Palpatine shuddered. "Perhaps... if you're a good boy, and you please Daddy..."
"What do you want me to do, Daddy?" he asked -- quite coyly, in Palpatine's perception. Anakin bit his lip and stared at the bulge next to his knee. He reached over and slowly parted the robe to reveal Palpatine's erection, evoking a soft moan from the older man.
"Yesss... just touch me, boy," Palpatine cooed.
Anakin slid off the chair and positioned himself between the Chancellor's legs, staring at the cock before him in wonder.
"Don't be afraid. Touch it... or kiss it... your little mouth would feel so good on me."
Anakin's eyes widened. He pulled away and retrieved his pants off the floor. "I can't, Daddy, I'm... I'm hungry! I'm gonna go eat my dinner now."
Palpatine scowled. "You will do no such thing. The only thing you'll be eating for dinner is Daddy's cock!"
The boy froze with one leg in his pants and looked at Palpatine in shock. A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, earning him a disdainful glare. This only served to amuse Anakin even more -- he burst out laughing.
"Anakin! Don't make me spank you again!"
Anakin dropped to the floor, paralyzed with helpless, maniacal laughter. Every glance at Palpatine's horrified face only made him laugh harder. Finally, the older man could stand it no more; he cracked a smile, and chuckled softly. "Force, Anakin, you just ruined the whole thing!"
"I'm -- 'm sorry, sweetie, but when you said -- you said -- ahhhh!" he lapsed into another fit of hysterical giggling.
Palpatine laughed. "You're adorable. And quite skilled at acting like an adolescent, I might add. I wanted to smile at you the whole time I was 'disciplining' you. But did I break character? No!"
Anakin eventually managed to squelch his laughter. "I'm sorry," he said as he crawled over to Palpatine, resuming his position between his knees. He lazily took the older man's cock in his hand. "I'll make it up to you. Daddy."
Palpatine shivered. "Mmmm. But tonight we were supposed to play your first time. I was quite looking forward to it, Ana...kin...ohhh." His complaint was reduced to a mere moan when he felt his lover's tongue lick up the side of his cock.
"We will," Anakin promised, grinning at him wickedly. "Right after dinner."