Master
Apprentice  Archive
Another Time and Place
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The power was intoxicating, like some mind altering designer drug or a fine old Regillian wine. He could say, "Jump!" and his Padawans would say, "How high?"
No. They would say, "How high, Master?"
Master.
He'd waited all his life to be called that. He'd suffered through his own Padawanship, been submissive to his own Master --- the pathetic old fool --- even somehow managed not to strangle the three other little brats his Master claimed as apprentices.
He only had two so far. The older was brash and arrogant and altogether too stubborn. Cunning, in a way that he himself had been as a young man. The younger--ah, the younger. All sweetness and obedience and oh so very pretty. He couldn't wait to see how these two opposites could be made to satisfy his every need.
His EVERY need.
He had his eye on a third, a female this time. Not human, like the other two, but smart and smart-assed and he had heard such wonderful stories about what her species could do with their mouths . . .
He sighed. It was too soon to take on another Padawan. Besides, she was too young. He'd have to settle for the two he had and make do.
And there were a lot of things he was going to make them do! He moistened his lips as he rolled out of bed, not bothering to drape a robe around himself. They'd see it all soon enough.
He'd gotten them both quite recently. The older boy had lost his Master in battle. The younger was just out of the Initiate ranks: slender and straight, with the barest beginnings of stubble on his cheeks. What was his name again? Something hyphen something. Too much to worry with. He'd just learned the other's name yesterday.
He shook his head. It didn't matter. The boy was too delicious to resist, and he didn't intend to resist any longer. All it would take would be a snap of his fingers to get the younger Padawan to --- well, to do absolutely anything! So compliant, that one. The other would be trouble, but that was all right. He liked a challenge. They were both his, after all, to do with as he pleased. His only job was to raise them to Knighthood, in whatever fashion he saw fit. As long as they did his bidding, he didn't care if it was out of respect or fear. Either way would satisfy him.
Satisfy . . .
He smiled as he strolled out of his spacious room, imagining that sweet young one servicing him. Or, maybe he'd make the other one service him, while he made the pretty one writhe and gasp and beg for release. Ah, that would be soooooooo good.
He could see the doors to their rooms, now. There was no light around the edges --- it was quite late, after all. No matter.
"Padawans!" he barked. "Attend me!"
He heard them scrambling to obey. Well, the younger one scrambled. The older one dawdled, but not for long. Eventually, they both knelt at his feet, naked as the day they were born. He didn't allow them sleep clothes. He reached down and cupped a chin in each hand, lifting their eyes to meet his: one set blue-green like a stormy ocean, one set rebelliously deep blue.
"And now, my Padawans, you will learn how to properly please your Master." His smile widened as two voices answered him in unison.
"Yes, Master Xanatos."
The End.