Inquisitor?
The Inquisitor frowned from where he sat in his room on his bed. He knew who it was. Ezra Bridger, the young padawan being trained by Kanan. But why was Ezra calling him?
A trap perhaps, the Inquisitor mused, but highly unlikely. No, Kanan wouldn't do anything like that. Or put Ezra up to it. So Ezra must have decided to do this himself, unless they have become more reckless. But this could be a big advantage. He could either bring him to the Dark Side, or kill him, giving him another advantage on killing Kanan.
Closing his eyes, he tried to pinpoint where the call had come from. Capital City, Lothal… Ah, there you are.
Luckily he happened to be in the Capital City too. Leaving his room and going down the corridors, he made it to his hover bike and started to make his way there.
His master will be pleased.
Ezra now paced up and down the living room, his body a jumble of nerves. One part of him was regretting what he did, but the other part felt happy that he could get it over and done with.
He suddenly heard a hover bike. That will be the Inquisitor.
He swallowed down his fear, and walked to the door. He waited until the engine of the hover bike turned off and footsteps reached the door before he opened it.
Quickly putting on a stubborn expression, he looked up at the Inquisitor, but the expression faded to one of unsureness when he was met with a fierce gaze.
"Why did you call for me?" The Inquisitor asked, his gold eyes narrowing.
Ezra swallowed, and took a step back, the words suddenly gone. No, there not, it's just nerves.
Mentally shaking himself, Ezra said, "I… I wanted to make a deal." He silently cursed himself for the stutter.
"A deal?" The Inquisitor laughed, not noticing the shiver from the younger. "Well, let's hear it."
"I think its best we sit down. Unless you don't want to; up to you if you want to sit or not…" He trailed off, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. He turned around and made his way to the couch, sitting at one end, leaning back against it and watched as the Inquisitor walked over, and stood at the other end of the couch.
Ezra took a deep breath. "I had a vision. One where you kill Kanan, and I can't – I won't – allow that to happen. So here is the deal; you don't kill him or the others, and in return I will do anything you want, except go to the Dark Side or kill anyone."
The Inquisitor put a hand on his chin, thinking. It was silent for a whole twenty seconds, which to Ezra felt like an eternity; all the while Ezra was watching him nervously.
Suddenly, the Inquisitor smirked, his hand going back to his side. "Anything besides bringing you to the Dark Side or killing anyone?"
Ezra didn't like where this was going. "Yes…"
The Inquisitor began walking towards him, and Ezra swallowed nervously. His mind was everywhere, seeming to not be able to comprehend a single thought, not even a word. The Inquisitor had something planned, and he wasn't sure if it was good or bad, or both.
Ezra looked up as the Inquisitor stood next to the couch, hovering above him. He was hypnotised looking into those golden eyes, making him feel defenceless. Vulnerable.
Kiss him, something in his mind whispered. Kiss him, and you can finally work out if you truly do have feelings for him.
Ezra hesitated, conflicting emotions leaving him stuck.
But that smirk the Inquisitor gave him, like he knew what Ezra was thinking, washed away any doubts.
Before any conflicting emotions could take control of him again, Ezra stood up onto the couch so he was closer to height, grabbed the front of the Inquisitors shirt, and his lips met the Inquisitors smirking ones as he closed his eyes.
Ezra was surprised when the Inquisitor responded. He gasped when a gloved arm wrapped around his waist and the other arm reaching behind, his hand grabbing the back of Ezra's head, bringing him chest-to-chest with the Inquisitor. The kiss started to become open-mouthed and heavy and they both drew back for air.
Panting, Ezra gazed into lust-filled golden eyes, and the Inquisitor was smirking at him.
Before Ezra could say anything, the Inquisitor's lips were on his again as he was picked up, and Ezra automatically wrapped his legs around the Inquisitor's hips, his head now above the Pau'ans, and his hands held either side of the Inquisitor's neck. As they were kissing each other passionately, the Inquisitor started to lay down Ezra on the couch and stayed above him, all the while keeping their lips locked together.
Ezra moaned when sharp teeth nibbled on the bottom of his lip and he could feel the Inquisitor smirking, and it seemed to light something up in Ezra. Before he knew what he was doing, he tightened his legs around the Inquisitors hips, grinding his crotch on the others.
Ezra smirked triumphantly when the Inquisitor drew back slightly, groaning. The smirk vanished as he gasped when sharp teeth lightly ran from the bottom of his ear down his neck, stopping at the top of his shirt where it was drawn back using the Inquisitors teeth, and Ezra gasped again when his collar bone was bitten. The hand holding his head drew back, and began to make its way to the bottom of his shirt. Ezra's legs unwrapped itself from the Inquisitor's hips, tangling them through the others.
The Inquisitor pressed his lips back against Ezra's, and Ezra moaned loudly into the Inquisitors mouth when a gloved hand lifted his shirt and began tracing one of his nipples. He drew back his head, groaning.
"Inquisitor..."He moaned.
The Inquisitor grinned, and started to lightly trace his lips across Ezra's neck, earning another, louder moan. "I like it when you say my name," the Inquisitor murmured, "and I'll have you screaming it when I'm done with you."
Ezra shivered, and the Inquisitor's hands started to go lower-
"Ezra, what are you doing!?" A familiar voice shouted.