Lumy (luminations) wrote,

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You Will Belong To Me

Title: "You Will Belong To Me"
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters: Anakin/Palpatine
Prompt: Ansketil's last fic fanfic50's #42 - Tied
Word Count: 1091
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Palpatine is old (and manipulative), Anakin is young (and eager).
Author's Notes: Simon Cowell would no doubt call this one "indulgent." So be it Jedi!


It wasn't the wine itself that planted these new glorified romantic illusions in young Anakin Skywalker's mind, but it was certainly the wine that enabled them. They were alone in the Chancellor's (relatively) cozy sitting room as they'd been many times before... two friends unwinding after a busy week, each enjoying the company of the other in a way they could with no one else. Usually Anakin was careful to match Palpatine's leisurely drinking pace so as not to appear greedy or rude, but tonight -- with a bit of encouragement -- he matched Palpatine's dainty sips with thirsty gulps, each gulp loosening his lips all the more.

The physical manifestation of his feelings started with an innocent stroke of the Chancellor's velvety robes, and ended with the boy straddling his lap, looking down at him with wanton eyes, leaning in with clear intent to kiss him.

It would be so easy to give myself to this moment...

"No," said Palpatine, gently pushing Anakin back to arm's length away. "You're inebriated."

Anakin looked confused for a moment, then he laughed in relief. "So? I still want what I want, and I know you want it too! I can feel it in the Force!" A second attempt to kiss him was followed by a second rebuff.

"No!" Though Palpatine did find it quite charming how cocky the boy's Force perceptions made him. Anakin knew without a doubt that Palpatine desired him sexually, and that was all the knowledge he needed to take action. Nary a thought spent on the consequences! "Anakin, we can't."

"Of course we can! We can do anything! I already know you don't believe the Jedi thing about attachments. So what's stopping us?"

The passion pouring out of the boy intoxicated Palpatine more than the wine. Ah, the exuberance of youth! Such casual dismissal of a Jedi tenet pleased him as well. "Several things are stopping us, my boy: the difference in our ages, for one."

Predictably, Anakin was quick to contest this point. "Age doesn't matter! I'm legal! And you're like the awesomest person ever, you think I care if your hair's white? You're hot, I mean, there's nothing wrong with wrinkles --"

"Oh? Wrinkles are 'hot' now, are they?" Palpatine was amused enough to let him babble.

"Yeah! On you they are! Everything about you is! Lemme show you how much you turn me on..."

You have no idea how much I can excite you. Not an inkling!

"No. It's not that I'm too old for you. You are too young for me."

Now Anakin looked utterly bewildered. "But... I'm not! You want me!" he whined like a petulant child.

Palpatine sighed. Undoubtedly he would anger his young friend by continuing to deny him the pleasure he sought, but it had to be done. "You're so young -- you live in the moment. What you desire now will not be what you desire days from now, perhaps even hours from now. Especially since it's the wine working its magic on you tonight."

Anakin shook his head vehemently. "No! I've wanted you a long time, I just didn't have the guts to tell you before!"

And the longer you wait for me the more you'll desire me.

"Fair enough," conceded Palpatine. "And after you have me, then what? I care for you too much to have a casual affair, but you'll tire of me and move on to your next conquest --"

"NO! It wouldn't be like that, I swear! I would be loyal to you!"

Someday you will be. But you're not yet ready.

"Even if you were, it would be wrong for you to be tied down to an old man," said Palpatine, raising his hand to silence the protesting Anakin. "Let me speak my piece. A handsome young Jedi like you can have his pick of the galaxy. As well you should. Visit the clubs on the lower levels on any given night and you'll find a dozen or so beings who will capture your fancy. You'll be going on missions to exotic planets for perhaps weeks or months at a time, getting to know the locals... your possibilities are endless! You should be free to embrace every opportunity for happiness that comes your way."

"I don't want to be free," Anakin muttered in frustration.

I know you don't. Soon you'll see Amidala for the first time in ten years and you'll marry her in a heartbeat.

Palpatine smiled at him fondly. "You say that now. Perhaps the novelty of bedding the Supreme Chancellor would sustain you for a short while, but it wouldn't be enough."

"You wouldn't be a novelty! Aaaargh!" Finally Anakin was enraged enough to push off of Palpatine's lap and start pacing the floor. "You're not even listening to me -- I don't care about anyone else! I love you, and you're acting like you're just some piece of arse to me! You tell me how special and different I am all the time, but then you just assume I'm like your average young booty-chasing scum... you won't even give me a chance! You don't even know me at all!"

On the contrary. I know you better than you know yourself.

Now was the time to adopt a wounded expression. "My dear Anakin, it's precisely because we know each other so well that we cannot engage in romantic relations. Don't you wish to keep our great friendship intact?"

"Fuck our friendship!"

Palpatine watched Anakin storm off with all the righteous indignation of a scorned youth. He calmly commed a guard with instructions to chauffeur the boy back to the Jedi Temple, though he suspected Anakin would refuse the lift and head out to the streets in search of an outlet for his anger.

The Chancellor reclined with his glass of wine and pondered the deliciousness of this development in his relationship with Anakin. The boy's anger didn't concern Palpatine; it was only a matter of time before he would return with apologies and remorse for his behavior. Palpatine would apologize as well, and they would easily rekindle their friendship, newly enhanced by the transition of their sexual tension from latent to blatant. And Palpatine would keep stoking that fire, by various means... perhaps eventually he would allow Anakin a single (mind-blowing) kiss before reminding him again of the sacredness of their friendship.

When the time is right, you will belong to me and me alone.

The thought put a smile on his face as he dozed off into sweet Sithly slumber.

Tags: anakin, fic, palpatine, star wars
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