He was lying in a bed. He glanced around sleepily. He was in a dark room, and looked bare as far as he could tell. As he tried to move his hands, he realised with a start they were handcuffed to the bars in the headboard. Panicking, he glanced down at his body. He was lying on dark grey soft sheets.

And he was naked.

His cheeks, ears and neck warmed and realised that his feet were handcuffed too, spread out. He started to squirm.

"You can't get out of those, Ezra," a familiar voice said seductively from somewhere far off to the right. It was the Inquisitor's voice.

Ezra stopped moving, and glanced to where the voice had come from. It was dark in the room, so he could only see the Inquisitor's silhouette.

The Inquisitor started walking towards the end of the bed, and then began walking up to him. The Inquisitor was wearing a black robe, and that was all Ezra could see. As the Inquisitor was walking towards the head of the bed, he ran an un-gloved hand on Ezra's hip, trailing across his chest, and then drawing back. Ezra shivered at the cold touch.

"My, how tantalizing you look like this. So vulnerable…" The Inquisitor murmured, his golden eyes trailing over Ezra's slender, olive tanned body.

"Let me go," Ezra hissed.

"Oh, I would, but I know that isn't what you want." The Inquisitor sounded amused, and he leaned down, his face inches from the younger boys.

Eyes the colour of the deep ocean met with melted gold; water and fire clashing against each other, causing steam.

Ezra narrowed his eyes, "Trust me, this isn't something I want." His voice sounded serious, but his eyes couldn't hide the supressed desire in them.

The Inquisitor chuckled and before Ezra knew what was happening, soft lips were pressed to his.

Ezra felt overwhelmed from the amount of affection and desire spreading though his body. He eagerly kissed the Inquisitor back, and it soon became opened mouthed and intense.

Ezra suddenly moaned when sharp teeth gently nibbled at the bottom of his lip. Then the Inquisitor's lips were gone and he straightened, and Ezra felt slightly disappointed.

But that disappointment didn't last long. The Inquisitor slowly took off his robe, revealing a slender body with some muscle on it; not overly buff, but he defiantly worked out. Ezra eyes travelled across the slender frame with some scars here and there. Beautiful, Ezra thought.

The Inquisitor smirked at him, and then began to get onto the bed, straddling the younger's hips and leaning over him, his hands either side of the boys head. The smirk still plastered to his face, he dropped his head down, his mouth hovering next to Ezra's ear.

Gently nipping at the boy's earlobe which elected a moan, he murmured, "Still sure this isn't what you want, darling?"

Ezra shivered, and the only answer was a loud groan when a slim hand began to travel south, circling his nipples, then tracing patterns across his stomach, slowly going lower.

"I'll take that as a no, this is what you want," the Inquisitor murmured, and Ezra gasped at the sudden change in temperature as the Inquisitor wrapped his fingers around him.

The hand stroked him in a frustratingly slow fashion, and a guttural groan escaped him at the strange sensations. The speed of the stroking increased, and Ezra keened helplessly, withering underneath the Inquisitor.

The Inquisitor suddenly stopped, moving his hand away and resting it on the younger's stomach. Ezra pulled against the restraints in frustration, whining and tried to move towards the Inquisitor, who had moved away and down the bed.

"Hm, is my little Ezra impatient?" The Inquisitor asked huskily. Keeping eye contact, he lowered his head, and licked the top of Ezra's erect member. Ezra gasped, shuddering at the sensation, lust going through his brain in waves.

Ezra gave a shout of the Inquisitors name as he was engulfed. His climax was building, his stomach tightening.

His hips bucked, and-

Ezra sat up, groaning in dismay at the sudden interruption. He slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry for a moment and stayed there until he could see properly. He could feel something wet down south.

He groaned in annoyance. Great, just great; I better change.

With that, he slowly made his way down the ladder, his legs feeling like jelly. As he changed, his mind was racing.

Of all people Ezra could have dreamed about, why was it the Pau'an? Why was he the one Ezra desired most? Did he desire the Inquisitor? Or was it just teenage hormones? He didn't know anymore.

He began to walk to the door when a voice said behind him, "You alright, kid?"

Ezra turned around to see Zeb looking at him, concern etched on his face. "I'm fine."

Zeb snorted. "I heard you moan the Inquisitor's name. Mind telling me what that was about? Or you can tell Kanan. Tell him that you are lusting over the enemy."

Something in Ezra snapped. It felt like someone had put a match against his very core, making it turn to fire, the flames lapping at his insides, ash covering his bones and made his blood boil. He was so angry he wouldn't be surprised if his eyes turned red.

"I AM NOT LUSTING OVER THE ENEMY!" Ezra thundered, and as the doors opened, he stormed out and towards the exit.

But as he was storming down the hallway, a hand grabbed his shoulder, turning him around and he was face-to-face with Kanan. The least person he wanted to talk to right now. Ezra clenched his jaw, biting his lip to stop from screaming at his Master.

"Ezra, is what I heard true?" Kanan asked quietly, the amount of fierceness in his emerald green eyes and danger in his voice making Ezra take a small step back. Zeb had told Kanan, and most likely the others.

Ezra averted his eyes from Kanan's, looking down at his shoes. He didn't want to lie to his Master… But a plan that had been forming in his head right now told him he had to lie. But maybe just letting this small bit of truth out would be alright…?

Before he could step out of it, Ezra said seriously, looking Kanan dead in the eye, "Yes, it is."