Exhausted from common orgasm Sidious sighed. Plagueis pulled his softened member out of him and left the living room without saying any word or to have even a look at his apprentice. After some minutes of rest Sidious rose alike, gathered his clothes from the floor and headed to the chambers designated to him by his master, to clean himself and to abide his time until the evening. The young Sith-apprentice spent the rest of the day with reading and to arrange his notices in a certain system – just like he always did in order to calm down his thoughts and feelings and to give them structure.
Later in the evening 11-4D came.
"Would you like me to bring you a dinner?"
"Thanks, but I'll do that by myself this evening", Sidious replied. The preparation of his meal would help him too, to regain his inner balance. But before doing that he was interested in something else.
"Did Magister Damask say anything, when he wants to see me again?" he asked the staunch medi-droid.
"He will be busy until tomorrow after. Until then you have spare time", 11-4D explained in his metallic voice.
Sidious pondered about, why his master did retreated from him that suddenly, as soon as he returned to him after two weeks absence from Aborah. Did Plagueis need more distance after he felt the affection of his apprentice for him so unexpectedly?
Did he, Sidious, go too far?
He knew, that Plagueis would answer this question of his - sooner or later. He just would sit and wait – let his master come … let him come … how strange sounded that now. Stricken into such self-doubting thoughts in the late evening, Sidious went to bed.
When Palpatine did wake up next morning, he realized that the question, if he went too far with his affection for his master, was not that urgent like it was yesterday. And the more the day did proceed, the more his moods of yesterday waned.
Moods come and go.
Actually that was a very ordinary sentence, spontaneously grasped and uttered, to distract from his inner tumult. But why his moods of yesterday did go, vanished that quickly? How would it feel like, when he would face Plagueis next noon? he thought, while he ate his lunch all alone.
On the next noon master and apprentice did meet in the dining room instantly. Plagueis did provide again meat for his apprentice, but it did not taste the way it did two days before - though it tasted exactly like on that day.
"Come with me!" Plagueis ordered, after he emptied his glass of red wine.
Sidious trailed behind him mechanically, without any concerns or expectations. The seam of Plagueis's gown swept over the polished floor just like two days before, this time without evoking any erotic associations in Sidious. Why not now? he asked himself astounded.
As soon as they arrived in the living room, Plagueis loosened his belt and let down his trousers. With disdain Sidious looked upon the pale grey rod of his master, pointing in his direction - just monstrous and disgusting! How could he ever two days ago …?
"Kneel!" Plagueis commanded in a harsh voice, tinged with desire.
And so Sidious knelt and started to suck the thick stiff cudgel of his master reluctantly.
"You seem kind of changed, my apprentice. Are two days really that long ago?" Plagueis sneered with his deep voice.
The young red-haired Naboo found it inappropriate to give a matching reply to that taunt of his master. It wasn't about finding a sparking idea, but ... he sucked on for ten standard minutes, while a musing Plagueis glided with his hand through his curly combed back red hair, then over his freckled cheek … the same hand he deemed to be slender and elegant two days ago had turned into a hard bony greedy spider now. No doubt, Plagueis liked his physical attributes as a human and he enjoyed them to the full …
"Such a well-behaved Sith-apprentice you are", Plagueis mocked further. "You really want me to fill every hole inside you … one after one … Isn't that so, Looord Sidious?" With those smoothly pronounced words the grey hand of the Muun slid tenderly under his apprentice's prominent split chin.
Too tenderly!
An angered Sidious felt, how his trousers tightened, how his manhood rose up against the black material – how his stiffening rod wanted to get away from him – right towards his master.
No!
Sidious felt, how he, despite of all the seething excitement, loathed his master. Exactly for this! Because Plagueis managed it time and time again … whenever he wanted … Sidious hated himself for his so easy to manipulate body – or rather for his wobbling mind? Plagueis's stirring up words had been first in the end.
Plagueis's giant rod burst and splashed its white load into Sidious's fine little mouth. Spontaneous disgust flooded Sidious, while he swallowed the semen of his master hastily. Then Plagueis pulled his softening manhood out of his mouth and wiped it clean with a wet towel, proffered to him by the eagerly rolled by 11-4D.
"Go now!" the Sith master commanded the apprentice, while 11-4D offered the latter a wet towel as well.
It's over, Sidious thought relieved, while he rose to leave the cosy living room immediately.
As he came to his room, he sighed, reveling in a newly found liberation. He was soothed about, that he didn't feel any love for Plagueis anymore. Now he was on the safe side again – the side of hatred, of selfishness - the side of pursuit for unlimited power, endless freedom – just where he knew his way around. Plagueis also seemed not to care too much about the events of two days ago.
That's good too, Sidious thought contentedly.
When in the evening 11-4D came to bring the dinner into his tiny study-chamber, a spontaneous thought flashed up in Sidious.
"What actually happened to the Zeltron, who served here a month ago?" Sidious asked the droid.
"Magister Damask found other uses for him."
Sidious knew that FourDee would never reveal things unless his contemporary master would condone it. Thus it was up to him to ask Plagueis directly. He wasn't in a hurry about that.
After two more standard weeks he found the courage.
The big ample training hall was cold and hostile as ever, but after one and a half hours of lightsaber training it felt so hot for Sidious like a kettle full of ember. He didn't even got a scratch from the duel. Once again! The young Sith didn't need an explicit praise of his Master, whose acknowledging glance told him everything.
"Master?"
Plagueis's clear yellow eyes fixated him, while sweat pearled from his grey forehead and poured down left and right his prominent nose until it reached his thin lips. There was an expectation in the look of the elder Sith, as if he would anticipate already, what his apprentice was up to.
"What became of the Zeltron, who in the past … did serve me in a certain way?"
Plagueis looked at him, as Sidious would have asked for the weather. Then he let out a heinous laughter.
"You surely wanted to say: 'who in the past gave me certain lectures'".
Sidious narrowed his eyes angrily. But only a moment later he let pearl off the anger. Plagueis smiled. The self-control of his apprentice became better and better.
"I already thought, you would never ask, my apprentice. Well, I conducted several experiments on him in the past. You surely know that Zeltrons are known in the galaxy for their ability to exude pheromones to influence the moods and the psychic state of the people dealing with them. And there is no device to halt such an invasion", Plagueis explained apodictically, while his gaze was penetrating Sidious.
"Also not in that book", the two heads bigger Muun added with a raised index-finger.
Sidious sighed inwardly. Why couldn't Plagueis stop to remind him on that book, his apprentice was so infatuated with? Sidious knew the answer. Because it was the Sith-master's nature to deny his apprentice exactly what he was craving for. Was Plagueis about to take that book out of reach for him?
"Thus I extracted from his body the respective substance, which allowed me some time ago …"
Plagueis made an artificial pause. Sidious's blue eyes widened. He already had had a vague idea about it, but to hear it right here so bluntly from his master's mouth was appalling so much more.
"… to insinuate feelings inside me, which I actually haven't like this", did Sidious complete Plagueis's sentence accusingly.
It struck him like a laser-beam, why Plagueis had left him alone for two weeks at Aborah before this miraculous change. For he should miss Plagueis before, long for him. And he should not be able to judge that change properly. How wily Plagueis was! He did have cooked him soft before he ate him up! To eat up verything of him! Spontaneous disgust surged up in Sidious. Much more disgust than he ever had felt during having sex with his master. The Dark Lord had toyed with his feelings – had toyed with him. And then he let him fall, until he discovered the aching truth all by himself.
"Concerning this, every hypnotizer will tell you, that you can only spellbind a person, when she let it happen. There must be some sediments, only waiting to be whirled up", Plagueis declared and his left arm made a circle into the air, while the long black sleeve of his gown was whirling behind.
Sidious's self-control was challenged again. He felt his body starting to tremble. He suppressed that by folding his hands before his chest strongly into each other – pausing like a statue – searching for a convenient release for his pent up wrath. Plagueis had no right …! He was aware that Plagueis did recognize, did understand his rage. No way to hide that from the elder experienced Muun. Plagueis would tell him, that a Sith-apprentice has to follow his master in every way. Yes, Plagueis had every right! There was no way to win a duel based on accusations which would only lead to one – the revelation of weakness. His, Sidious's, weakness and defeat! There was only one way to escape that bitter finality.
"You wanted to teach me a lesson, to suspect any spontaneously boiling up feelings from the beginning."
Plagueis's yellow eyes wrinkled in delight. Sidious let out a slow exhaling breath. He had found the right words, had shown the right attitude. It was over!
"As I see I don't have to repeat this lesson", Plagueis confirmed Sidious's assumption.
The very same hand which had described the circle into the air before, now cupped Sidious's shoulder in a lascivious way. A shudder of disdain went down Sidious's spine.
"Where is he now?" he asked, almost breathless.
"Down in the laboratory."
Sidious went cold. He assumed strongly, that 11-4D cut the mark of the spine of the Zeltron slave, as he did with many experimental objects of his master, to push his mind into eternal night, while his body was alive and well. Plagueis meanwhile drained more and more of his pheromones in order to manipulate his apprentice and soon surely other people. Plagueis helped himself on the Zeltron, like he coaxed out of his apprentice a certain white juice in lustful excitement, whenever he wished to.
Like a beaten Kath-hound Sidious sneaked back into his chamber. The punishing face of his father appeared right before him. Cosinga Palpatine would turn around in his grave for sure, would he ever know that his misfit firstborn son did love that suspect Muun by his own free will, and be it just for a short while. But what haunted the young Naboo most was another dread of his: Could it be, that despite of all he but loved Plagueis a bit? Though he hated him so ardently? Was this the reason, the pheromones could overwhelm him that day so easily?
These are just pure transitory transparent machinations … just for a short while!, he shoved his fear away.
Much more important was that Plagueis had fallen immortally for his young apprentice. And that not only physically - even though the cunning Muun would never admit it. Sidious felt that in every minute he spent in such an improper encounter with his master. And there were no pheromones, was no anti-poison, no cure which could save his master from the undoing, which would arise for Darth Plagueis out of that mawkish weakness. That undoing shall come, when Plagueis would imagine himself to have reached the goal of his wishes, when the Muun, lullabied in the wane of his seemingly unlimited power, would deem himself all too safe. Then Darth Sidious would repel him with a strength never known before ... he would let Plagueis suffer … terribly suffer … Yeah! He would pay it back to Darth Plagueis … to annihilate him thoroughly soon after!
The End