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Notes/Warnings: This is a vignette for the Turnbull page. Long live the King! ;)
The Insidious Darth
© 1999, Khirsah
"Luke, I'm yer Daddy," Ray solemnly informed his lover as he swivelled the glowing plastic light saber, voice low and half-disguised by the breathy impersonation of the black-clad Sith Lord.
"Ray," Ren giggled, casting a long glance up and down the empty aisle, one large hand raising to cover his grin as the blond cop executed a grand swing of the saber, nearly toppling down a precariously perched display of GI Joe dolls. "I don't believe that we should be playing with the merchandise."
"What? Wal-Mart gonna haul us off to jail?" He winked and grinned, shifting his hips and raising his saber arm proudly. "They wouldn't dare face the wrath of a Sith Lord!" He waved the red blade in the air as he parried forward, body swaying with the gracefully executed motions, making it almost a dance. "Join me, Ren. Join me on... the Dark Side."
The large Mountie shook his head at his lover's playfulness, attempting to look dignified, but he reached eagerly for a blue saber and flicked it open, thumb pushing up the switch to the light up the plastic blade. "Never, Darth Ray. I stand for truth and justice in the Universe. I will not fall prey to your evil deeds-- I'm Canadian!"
"Ha!" Ray parried, slashing out at the other man and grinning as their sabers met. "You don't get the utter coolness of de Dark Side. Join me, Ren-- join me and do all that stuff the good guys can't: wear real clothes, live in actual apartments, not lick weird stuff, be rude when ya want to. All the nece... nes... all the really good things."
"Do you mock the uniform?" Renny asked quielty, moving a step back to swing his saber menacingly, face completely solemn. "Do you mock Canada?"
"Uh-- sure."
He lifted his blue plastic saber and prepared to lunge. "Then I shall be forced to, as you say, 'kick you in the head.'" He darted forward and met Ray's downstroke cleanly, parrying and twirling about in a flurry of limbs and blinding red. Ray ducked and blocked, eyes wide as the Turnbullian tornado bore down upon him, furiously indignant about the slight to his beloved serge.
"Ah, shit," he muttered, then blocked again, looking desperately for an opening. "Well, you can wear the serge on the Dark Side if you want. It'll look good with my black leather an' all."
"Black... leather?" A blond brow rose, and Ray fought to hide his sudden grin at the change in the air. The atmosphere seemed to thicken around them, solidifying, as their play evolved from mere childish antics and into something... more.
"Of course," he purred, blocking again as he skipped aside, lashes batting. "What else would a... wicked man like me wear, huh?" He stepped back and raised his saber, one hand stroking down the blade suggestively. Ren's eyes followed the caressing of his lover's hand, his mouth falling open slightly as color began to rise from behind his ears. "There's oh so much going fer the Dark Side, Ren. Oh, so much..."
"Like?" Ren swallowed, shifting uncomfortably beneath the hot blue gaze, voice strangled with the onslaught of desire. Ray grinned and licked his lips, causing his lover to emit a strangled gasp.
"This," he said simply, then dove forward, saber slapping against Ren's broad chest as he darted his leg forward, pressing before his body to wedge in between thick black-clad thighs. Renny gasped in shock at the sudden hot contact, and Ray took that moment of indecision to snatch out his handcuffs and clip them over the broad wrists, effectively ensnaring the Mountie. "Ya like?"
"Ray," Renny choked, trying to squirm away from the seductive heat, pulling at the slack in the handcuffs. "What are you doing?"
He choked back a sigh as the Chicago cop leaned forward and breathed against his neck, hot air caressing his skin seductively, causing his hips to jerk up in response, swollen cock firming further against the leanly muscled leg.
"I'm getting you ready to face your Undoing," Ray whispered, tongue darting out to swipe across his lover's tense neck-muscles. "After tonight, yer gonna be mine yet."
"I do believe that I already am, Ray," Renny choked, letting Ray take his saber from him and pull him down the aisle and towards the exit.
"You ain't seen nothing until you've tried Chocolate-covered Darth Chicago Cop," he promised sultrily, smiling and nodding towards the staring cashiers. "Chicago PD," he called out to them, pulling at Turnbull's handcuffs as he lead him out into the cool night air.
"Choco... oh, dear, Ray."
"Yeah?"
"I wasn't that hard to convert, was I?"
His lover turned to look at him and grinned, face bright in the yellow wash of the street light. "Oh, I'd say you were hard, Ren," he replied, leaning forward with a chuckle. At Renny's wide-eyed stare, he opened the car door and motioned him inside.
"Welcome to the Kinky side of the Force."
"The Ray side."
"Darth Ray to you, mister."
"Understood."
the end
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