The Rule of Two [RP for emperors_hand]

[the_starkiller]

The box shook as Starkiller slowly guided it across the training room. It didn't weigh more than a few dozen kilograms, but he found himself straining with the effort of simply keeping it off the ground and moving. It was ridiculous. Months had passed since he'd awoken on the medlab table, once more saved from death by the will of a Sith Lord intent on using him and his strength for evil deeds. Months since he'd had to begin getting used to the mechanical right arm and leg that had replaced his ruined limbs.

The Force didn't reside in his hand, and yet when Starkiller tried to focus through gestures with his artificial arm, the result was a weak echo of his former ability. With his left hand, it was as though nothing had changed. His Master had punished him time and again for such weakness, and Starkiller had improved, but he was far from the warrior he had been.

Finally, the box crashed to the floor. Before Starkiller could curse himself, he was slammed to the floor, onto his knees with the Force. The double doors to the training room hissed open and his Master, the Emperor Palpatine entered. "Starkiller, you continue to disappoint me. You will need to do far better if you wish to take a true place at my side."

Starkiller bowed his head. "I am sorry, my Master."

The Emperor circled near, and Starkiller's flesh chilled. "I care nothing for your apologies, only for your usefulness. Which brings me to your first assignment as my operative."

"What is your bidding, my Master?"

"You are to pilot a cloaked Sith Interceptor to the planet Correllia. There you will rendezvous with one of the Emperor's Hands on a mission I wish completed immediately. Thus, you and the Hand both have orders to assassinate the same individual, to see who will prevail. You will fulfill my wishes or both of you will perish."

"Yes, my Master."

Palpatine was gone a moment later, and with one last hateful look at the box on the floor, Starkiller left, boarding the Sith Interceptor and heading toward Correllia.

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[emperors-hand.insanejournal.com]

"Hang on," she muttered, turning them over so that she was on top of him, straddling his hips. "Better," she sighed into his lips as she worked her hips until she felt him slide into her perfectly, biting her lip as she watched his expression on his face.

Get ready for some fun, she thought to herself as Mara began rising and lowering herself onto him slowly, rolling her hips against his as she clenched her muscles once tightly.

She stopped and then lowered herself until her breasts were touching his chest, and she wondered what he was thinking. She was his first. No love, which was fine with her, but at least there was something there because he was pulling at her as much as she was pushing against him. Want, need, desire was there.

"Blast it, you feel good," she told him before Mara kissed him again.

[emperors-blade.insanejournal.com]

Confusion took over Galen's mind for a moment when Mara began to push at him, moving him onto his back. Was he doing something wrong? Did she not actually--? Any kind of questions were silenced when he watched the beautiful redhead gracefully swing one leg over his and straddle his lap. Once she had risen up and he was suddenly sheathed inside her, Galen made a noise somewhere between a groan and a sigh.

His education being what it was, Galen had no preparation other than clinical medical information and the crude things he sometimes overheard near Stormtroopers. None of it had prepared him for the sensation of being joined to a live body, of feeling that warmth and that impossible combination of tightness and wet. Galen's eyes were wide as he stared up at Mara. He wondered if it was possible to feel any better.

As it turned out, he could. She started rolling her hips, causing him to stroke in and out of her. Galen moaned again, feeling surges and waves of pleasure through his body. Instinct guided his hands to reach up and grip Mara's slim hips. Something else, something hot and hungry began to grow inside his chest and belly. It caused his own hips to move, trying to match Mara's rhythm. He tried to respond to Mara's words, but instead had only low, rumbling noises to make, so Galen returned to kissing her, hungry.

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Mara's hands found his hair and she bunched her fingers into the small bits of it that she could as she kissed him back, glad that he was feeling as much fire as she was at the moment. Her Hips moved up and down, slowly at first, and then she increased her speed as she felt him get harder inside her. Her lags pressed tighter against Galen's body, squeezing him as much as she possibly could until he began to hit every single spot inside of her and she had to break the kiss just to breathe, because he felt so damn good.

Her head had tilted back, but then she found his ear and groaned into it, "I'm going to come right now, kid, so hold on..." She took his hands and moved them from her hips to her ass as she slammed down on top of him quickly three times, screaming out his name (she never did that), and shuddered around him with her eyes shut and back bowed.

Mara collapsed onto his chest, pressing light kisses on his neck and shoulder with a satisfied smile, and looked into his face. "Your turn," she panted, rolling her hips against his again, the wetness making it easier for her get him inside her as deep as possible.

[emperors-blade.insanejournal.com]

If he'd still been Jedi, then maybe Galen could have opened himself up to the Force in a way that would let him sense the things Mara was feeling. But then it dawned on him that he didn't need that kind of sensitivity to know she was enjoying their coupling, not when he could hear the noises and feel the heat of her skin and the way she kept clamping down and around him so hard it almost hurt, and no when she kissed him like that.

Inside of his own body, Galen felt the fire continuing to grow. He held tight to Mara's ass once she announced her climax and very nearly followed right after her when Mara's body started to move on his as the climax overtook her. The sound of his name being screamed like that made the heat flare.

Galen closed his eyes and breathed when Mara fell against him. He felt his strength gathering. When she spoke, he opened his eyes and locked on hers. They had turned shades darker, and the look on his face had gone hungry. "All right," he said, voice low and rough. He held onto Mara's hips again, slid his fee t up to get better leverage, and began thrusting into her faster.

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Mara sighed in relief once she felt Galen let go of everything and just give himself over to the feelings finally. If she hadn't known better by the way he was holding her ass and thrusting himself inside her, she would've guessed he was a pro at this.

Maybe it was the soldier in him, or the side of him that embraced the Force. She didn't know and she didn't care right now except for getting him to come for her, in her, right then and now. She grabbed his arms to hold herself steady as her entire body moved up and down, and she clenched around his length tightly again as she watched his face.

She nodded her head, feeling how hard he was inside her. "Come on... I want to feel you come in me..."

[emperors-blade.insanejournal.com]

He nodded. Even with his newfound focus, it was just a little too difficult for Galen to form thoughts into coherent words. He was too lost in the sensations running through his body like lightning, starting from where their bodies met and joined again and again, straight through to every part of him. The lightning doubled when he felt Mara squeeze around him again. He groaned out a word at last, her name.

Only a few seconds of that, and suddenly the driving feeling inside of his body was accompanied by a pressure, like the approach of a great wave. "Oh, hell..." he rasped. The pressure bore down on him, coming on fast even as his thrusts sped up, too.

"Yes," he gasped. "Yes! Yes, Mara, yes!"

Galen exploded, or at least that was how it felt. His body clenched in three or four great spurts, and then took a long minute or two to quiet. Finally, he lay almost too drained to move, his hands lazily skimming Mara's back and his arms keeping her pressed to him.

[emperors-hand.insanejournal.com]

Blast it, he felt good.

Mara smirked, liking the feeling of his fingers on her back, and finally sat up, leaning on one elbow to look at Galen's face before she bent down to kiss him again. "Gotta say, Kid, that my name on your lips has to be one of the sexiest things I've ever heard." She touched his chest a bit and frowned, remembering their mission and the fact that she should keep an eye on him for her Master.

"I hate to break up this nice moment, but we should really go. Of course, I'm quite agreeable to doing this again afterward to celebrate." She was feeling quite smug and didn't care if he knew it. One last kiss and she pushed herself off him, didn't bother rinsing off, and changed back into her "costume" for the mission. Mara fluffed her hair a bit, then looked back at him.

"Ready, Starkiller?" It was a good way to keep him separate. Starkiller for missions, Galen for more private, personal stuff. "Let's go."

[emperors-blade.insanejournal.com]

A low, frustrated grumble sounded out of Galen's chest as he pushed himself up off the floor. What they'd just done had been more pleasure than he had ever experienced in his entire life, he'd have been perfectly content to stay in the ship and continue, the Emperor's mission be damned. But Mara, for all of her almost insufferable self-satisfaction at the moment, was right. And that made him even more frustrated.

Not so much, though, that he intended to refuse. "Fine," he said curtly, "but next time, I hope you've got a bed on this crate, girl."

He finished dressing in the clothes Mara had provided him, making sure that his lightsaber was properly hidden underneath his disguise. Satisfied, he shouldered his way past Mara toward the landing ramp. "I've been ready. Just don't get in the way."

The fire that had been lit in his belly was still going. It made him want to prove himself, to take his place as the Emperor's true apprentice. This would be the first step, and if he had to work with Mara to do it, then so be it.