Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars: Rebels. Obviously.
Story: Ezra had just been looking forward to getting what entertainment she could and playing some mind games. She hadn't expected making pets out of a renowned pilot and ISB Agent, while playing student in the Imperial Academy.
Set as an AU…of questionable material XD
Spoilers: I don't think so?
Warnings: Violence, language, sexual situations, etc.
Pairings: Valen Rudor/fem!Ezra, Agent Kallus/fem!Ezra
A/n: This is actually kind of fun to write. I want to keep pushing and pushing, and see how far I can go. (cackling) I wonder how messed up I can make this or how wide-eyed I can make you guys…

Sundome: Literally translates into "stopping the moment before."

Sundome
Chapter Two: Collar Rules

Ezra hummed happily, her fingers dancing on the soft material of the chair she sat in. It was nice. Comfy, even. She could see how Kallus wouldn't mind sitting at his desk for hours on end, just working away.

But that was boring.

"Another," she murmured, and tilted her head back and opened her mouth, blissfully biting into the slice of the meiloorun that Kallus stiffly fed to her. She let her tongue quickly dart out and swipe against his gloved fingers, looking up at him with hooded cobalt eyes.

A brief look of uneasiness crossed his face, before it became neutral once more. But Ezra had already managed to see the lapse in his façade, and she inwardly grinned to herself. Just a man after all, Mister Big Bad Agent…

A week since she started this assignment and the Imperial Academy, and she still couldn't get over how much she could actually get under Kallus' skin, or how eager Valen was to be near her.

Surprised, of course. Inordinately pleased as well. But most of all, Ezra was having the time of her life, despite being stuck in the Imperial Academy and with this assignment she had originally wanted nothing to do with.

"The Imperial Headquarters is located right next door," she mentioned to him, leaning back in his chair and gesturing to her legs.

Kallus, in the butler suit she managed to find and give to him, scowled, but said nothing as he wiped his hands and then came over to kneel by her legs and start to massage them.

"Why do you have this office when you have that huge one in the Headquarters? I mean, this place is nice and all…but that one had a great view and everything."

His head snapped up as he glared at her fiercely, his hands unconsciously tightening around her legs rather painfully.

"How do you know what my office there looks like?" he practically snarled.

Unfazed and not letting any hint of pain cross her face, she simply tapped his shoulder and pointed at her feet.

"A little less tight, and maybe move on to my feet," she said calmly.

Her calves were feeling a bit of pain from the rough treatment, so she thought that they should be left alone for now. Unfortunately, though she hadn't wanted to show any hint of pain at all, her legs were already forming slight bruises. And as she had only wanted to make him move to a new target, instead she'd managed to point out the bruises. He surprisingly looked chagrined, and his hands were careful as they moved onto her feet, slipping off her shoes and socks.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, surprising her again.

Instead of answering back to that, she focused on the answer to his question.

"I infiltrated the Imperial Academy before, in the Stormtrooper program instead though. Remember Dev Morgan? I was 'him' and I snuck into your office one time."

She heard a quiet snort. "Of course you did," he was muttering still.

Ezra didn't deign him with an answer, but she did let herself continue to enjoy his gentle hands work the knots from her feet and lessening her stress.


She was standing under the spray of hot water from the showerhead, glistening against her skin. Valen's eyes trailed over each drop of moisture, drinking up the sight hungrily. Already, he could feel himself hardening and when she beckoned him closer, he did not hesitate a moment.

"For your reward," she purred, and her slender fingers slowly began unbuttoning his dress shirt that had already clung to him because of the water above them.

She moved his dress shirt away from his chest, leaning forward and planting lingering kisses on his bare skin. Her tongue darted out and he shivered from the feel of it on his chest, even more when it touched upon one of his nipples.

When he leaned forward urgently to kiss her, he slammed against the wall and he blinked slowly, realizing resignedly that he'd been daydreaming in his shower. Looking down, he also realized that his manhood had hardened just as much as it had during his daydream, and he took care of himself before he finished his shower.

Strangely, despite his new frustration, he was looking forward to this school year. Heck, and only a week's passed already.

Eagerly heading to Homeroom, he was surprised but happy to see Ezra already there and that they were all alone.

"Hey, Mr. Rudor! You're early!" she grinned at him.

"I, uh, was looking forward to seeing you again," he awkwardly grinned back, feeling out of sorts, as was the usual when he was with her.

"Aw, aren't you sweet? Hey, I have something for you," she rummaged through her book bag before finally taking out a sleek black collar, his name engraved in an elegant dark blue scrawl, boldly emblazoned on the front.

His face turned red and he looked uncertainly at her, "For…me?"

She nodded enthusiastically, "I figure, I'd have your name on the front –by the way, blue's your color, right? –and then on the inside I could say you were my property. At least, it won't be so obvious and if anyone sees the collar, they would think it was some kind of new accessory. You have a lot of high collar shirts, right? You could wear it underneath also."

"Well, um, my collar's short right now," he hesitated, wary about wearing such an obvious thing around others and knowing they'd see it and wonder about it.

He saw her start to turn cool again, so he quickly leaned forward and bared his neck. It was just a collar after all.

"It's just a new accessory," he reassured her quickly. "One I got…from a friend. I'm wearing it so I don't offend her. My sister," he corrected, seeing an odd look pass her face for an instant. He really wanted to avoid saying 'he' or else he knew there would be rumors of him being gay before the day was even over. And with his usual reaction to Ezra, he very much doubted that.

She didn't move for a while, his neck starting to ache from the position, but then she took the collar and fit it snugly around him, adjusting it so his name was at the front.

"It fits perfectly. Did you measure me somehow?" he joked, chuckling slightly as he straightened up.

"Yup," she answered him in a blasé fashion.

He almost gaped at her and decided that he didn't want to know right then. He was already knee deep in this weird setup with her. Anything else was just simply going to make him go crazier than he probably already was.

"Um, should you go to your seat now? Class will be beginning soon and other students will be coming in…" he said reluctantly, not really wanting her to leave him.

She observed him through dark eyes, before smirking and nodding. She tapped his nose playfully.

"I'll give you your reward after class."

"My…reward?" Valen asked breathily.

"You're wearing the collar for me. That deserves a reward. I'm wearing side-tied panties. You can pull on the string as your reward. Isn't that enough for you?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Y-yes!" Valen said a little too loudly.

His hands were itching for his reward already, twitching once towards her before he snatched them back and shoved his hands into his pockets. It was embarrassing how eager he always was around her, and how much he practically acted like a teenager.

When class was over and she was in his office, she lifted up one side of her skirt, revealing the panty's ties on that side. He couldn't help just sitting in his seat, almost dazed at the sight.

"Go on ahead," she said amusedly, watching him stare at it, mesmerized.

"Okay then. I'll just go ahead," he mumbled, already reaching for the tie.

In a quick movement, he'd pulled the string and part of her panty was falling off, only barely staying on because of the other side. But he could see a clear glimpse of her private place from under the dark shade given from her lifted skirt.

"You're hard again," she noted.

"Y-yeah," it was all he could say, his eyes drawn to the area and completely speechless.

"Is this enough?"

"Yes," he smiled softly at her, a smile actually without the usual hint of awkwardness or any other clue to show he wasn't used to smiling kindly.

"Alright," and she began retying the strings. "I'll see you later, Mr. Rudor."

The door closed behind her and his hands immediately went to his pants' button and zipper.


"Hey, uh, V-man," Weylen greeted him, strangely without the usual annoying enthusiasm he had. "Nice collar. Everyone's been talking about it at one point."

Valen ignored him, continuing to eat in his office and wishing Ezra would be there. He guiltily recalled the incident with her side-tied panties, and tried to push the image aside, lest he embarrass himself in front of his teacher's aide.

"Valen, when you asked me to loop the video in the men's pool, I accidently saw you," his teacher's aide said in a rush.

He froze up and slowly turned to face Weylen, who was looking back regretfully. Valen was hoping this was all a dream, but the longer he stared, the longer it seemed reality wanted to slap him in the face.

"It wasn't caught on video or anything, but I saw the actual feed," Weylen hurriedly attempted to fix the situation.

He stayed silent, still staring with a caught wide-eyed stare and feeling absolutely numb.

Weylen licked his lips nervously. "Ezra, huh? Wow, you lucky man."

Jealousy immediately flashed through him and he frowned angrily at Weylen. "What do you mean by that?" he snapped at the other.

"Woah, relax! She's…attractive. Way attractive…but not my type," he admitted quietly, and Valen only relaxed a fraction.

Valen gestured for him to continue, and Weylen winced before complying.

"I like Priya. I'm with Priya."

Valen drew a blank so Weylen clarified, shrugging helplessly.

"She's one of your students, the oldest in class. Priya Tsetsang. She, Ezra, Victor, and some others are all friends in a group."

Sighing, Valen took off his collar and tossed it to Weylen, who examined it and eventually found the silver engraved words "Property of Ezra." His eyebrows shot up for more than one reason.

"Well, well. Didn't expect something like this from her. It looks nice and even expensive…she must be really taken with you," Weylen whistled.

"I wish," Valen muttered unthinkingly, glaring off to the side and feeling hopeless.

"Trust me, Valen. I've heard from Priya that Ezra isn't one to get so attached. She's collaring you. That means she wants to own you and keep you all to herself," Weylen stared at him in awe.

"For now. What if she decides to not bother with me the next day or the next day?" Valen glowered and leaned back wearily in his chair.

"You really like her, don't you? It's strange. I've never seen you worked up over someone like this," he commented in surprise.

"I've never liked someone the way I do her. I just…it was like an instant reaction," Valen muttered, inwardly sighing.

Weylen leaned back as well, folding his arms behind his head and sporting a wry grin. "Here's to us lucky and yet unfortunate teachers in relationships with hot students."

"We're so screwed," Valen muttered, reaching into his drawer and drawing out a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. "To take the edge off, because I don't think I can last the entire day without thinking about her and getting a hard-on."

"Here, here," Weylen agreed, taking his empty glass and holding it up to wait for it to be filled.

"And give me my collar back," Valen growled. "I want it. She gave it to me."

Weylen blinked before snickering. "Man, she totally owns you."

"Happy to be owned," and Valen drank his shot in one go.

The day passed by slowly, with only the occurrence of him staring discreetly at Ezra during Mechanics Practical, and then he was in his office. He didn't know if she would come to him or if he would see her at all, but he didn't have anything to lose.

Fortunately, she did come to him after all.

"Hey, you look lonesome," she smiled brightly at him.

He shrugged, but gave a small smile. "I am. Better now that you're here."

She rolled her eyes and sat herself comfortably on his desk.

"Weylen…knows about us," he said suddenly.

"Your teacher's aide," Ezra murmured, looking thoughtful.

"Yes…" he reaffirmed hesitantly.

Ezra brushed it off, "He's with Priya. I doubt he'd say anything."

Valen blinked at the information that she knew about those two, but figured that Priya probably would have said something to her.

"He seemed relieved, so I don't think he'll say anything either," he added.

"Besides, neither of you will get in trouble anyway. If you were found out," Ezra said mysteriously.

He looked at her curiously, but she just lay back on his desk.

"The school trip will be soon. It'll last for two weeks," she said from out of nowhere.

"Oh. I hate those things. I never volunteer for school activities," Valen automatically confessed.

He saw her slightly tense before relaxing again, this time with that cold gaze. He stiffened up and already started to feel bad and wanted to take what he said back.

"I see. Too bad," she looked away from him.

"But I'll go this time if you want me to," he said in a rush.

She didn't answer him, gazing at his ceiling with a hard gaze.

'I don't want to be boring. Don't be bored with me already.'

He saw Weylen's leash for his dog neatly piled on the floor next to the desk and he took it, clipping it to his collar. Holding the other end of the leash, he shuffled closer to her, holding himself prostrate next to her laid out figure on the desk. Obediently holding up the leash to her, he bowed his head.

"I'm sorry. I really do want to go, especially if you're going."

He clenched his jaw several times, waiting nervously for any reaction that might come from her. When a minute had gone by and still nothing, he started to feel depressed. But then soft fingers lightly touched his hand, sliding passed it to take the leash from him, yanking twice gently. He looked up to see that she'd turned on her side to face him, one arm curled to pillow her head as the other held his leash and was petting his hair affectionately.

"This isn't yours…" she murmured softly in amusement.

Valen shrugged embarrassedly. She gave him a tender smile and laughed low.

"If you really want a leash, I'll get you one that matches your collar at least."


She'd continued petting his hair for a while, neither moving from their position. He stayed sitting on his haunches next to her, ignoring the ache in his legs from the position and the ache in his neck for his bowed head. But she was petting him, touching him…so he was happy and ready to suffer for that.

And the next day, he eagerly signed up to be a supervisor for the trip. He ignored the whispers and amazed looks, because it was all worth it. She was worth it.

"You look like a Loth-cat that ate a Loth-rat," Weylen commented with a grin.

"Mmhm," Valen answered in a daze.

"And I heard you signed up to supervise the trip to Garel."

"Oh…is that where we're going?" Valen continued to sound and look dazed.

"…Can I guess that all of this has something to do with Ezra?"

"She's going to go…I want to be with her," the Baron muttered, twitching in irritation at his aide as he became more aware of his surroundings.

"Man, have I said how collared she has you?"

"Stupid pun, Weylen. Really stupid. Are you going? I hear Miss Tsetsang will be coming along," Valen asked curiously.

Weylen smiled anxiously, "Yeah. I wanted to spend some time with her, and since students practically have free reign and the teachers don't exactly have to shadow them all or keep to a group…"

Valen's eyes glazed over, "Ezra…me…all alone…"

The brunet snickered, "I can see your mind's gone to the gutter."

Valen snapped out of it, glaring at the younger male.

"That's not just it. I want to spend time with her. Just her…and no interruptions…maybe a real date…"

Weylen shook his head, "Good luck then. Oh and Agent Kallus is coming. Just so you know."

Valen cursed aloud.

"Hey, uh, Valen…have you seen my leash for my dog?"

"…"


Ezra was pretty pleased with herself, hearing and seeing so much talk revolving around Valen's collar. And shying a bit a times, Valen did eventually begin to walk around with it proudly. It made her the slightest bit fond of the guy, even if he was Imperial scum.

"You look pleased," she heard Kallus speak up behind her, and she turned to find him drop a box next to his desk.

"Maybe I am," she said slyly.

"May I ask why?" he asked dryly in return.

She rolled her eyes. "I've decided I like collars," she announced happily.

For some reason, that stopped him short and he stared at her in scrutiny. "Does this have anything to do with Rudor's new accessory people won't stop talking about?"

Ezra blinked, having not expected him to ask outright or link her declaration immediately to Valen's collar. Didn't coincidences exist anymore?

"Yeah, maybe. Why?"

He frowned at her. "Did you give it to him?"

Both of her eyebrows raised, but she shrugged in nonchalance.

"Yeah, maybe I did. What's it got to do with you?"

"Why would you give something like that to him? How do you two even know each other?" he continued to grill her.

Ezra started frowning as well. "If you think he's part of the crew or something, or involve with me in some kind of scheme against the Empire or whatever, you're totally off the mark. He's a loyal prick to the Empire…Like you."

Though his frown deepened at her insult, he was still looking at her intensely.

She huffed. "He's my toy. Like you're my slave. You serve me and I get to 'play' with him."

Already bored with the conversation, Ezra turned sideways on his comfy chair and lay sprawled on it, feeling like maybe resting for a bit.

She completely missed the darkening of Kallus' eyes as he watched her closely.

Started 8/9/09 – Completed 8/10/09
Revised 2/4/15 – Completed 2/4/15

A/n: My poor pet project. Oh well. Even if no one's interested in it, I can cackle to myself about the insanity in here, and no one can question my insanity. Some OCs will be involved, but won't be too important. Anyway, if you guys DO like this, it would mean a lot if you guys reviewed :D Pretty please?


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