Anakin was feeling hot as fuck so he decided to put himself on display for a bit. He dressed himself in a leather tank top. It hung loose around his chest and accentuated his muscles. He slid into a pair of black leather booty shorts. Anakin was going to the place of the illegals, going by his stripper name, Darth Vader. It was intimidating yet mysterious which led to all the more sexually enticing, which led to all the more payment.
He didn't take cash, he took people. In many ways. A sacrifice if you will. A body left to him to do whatever he wanted and known to turn up dead later, but he still drew an audience regardless, although he was clueless to why.
He didn't deal with people he knew, people who knew him as Anakin, it didn't have the same effect when screamed as Darth Vader, when they begged for mercy.
Anakin looked at the desolate club before him. Nobody he knew, he noticed as he scanned the room. All the better of course. He stepped on to the stage, his thigh high black boots clicking on the wooden stairs.
As he twisted around the tree growing from center stage, available for any purposes, a familiar small face walked in. Not on its own of course, a body attached to a neck which led to the face.
His wrinkled green skin looked all the more appealing under the lights flashing through the club. Yoda took a seat and watch intently and Darth Vader danced. Suddenly, he couldn't just watch him anymore. Yoda stood up and maneuvered himself through the small and dirty cries to the front of the stage. He jumped up gracefully, and that's when Darth Vader lost it. He needed Yoda, only Yoda, and right now. He scooped him into his arms and began to kiss him passionately. Darth Vader stepped backwards into a curtain, and fell behind it with Yoda landing on top of him. They kissed and rolled around, now out of the public view, not that either of them had cared anyway, because this is what they had both been after when coming to the club that day, whether they knew it or not.
Darth Vader nibbled on Yoda's ear while whispering sweet nothings into it. Yoda unbuttoned Darth Vader's shirt. He trailed a small green finger down his chest and climbed up on top of him, pinning him down.
Of course Yoda didn't weigh much in himself, but the force was with him tonight and they were making a force of their own. Yoda leaned in and-
Anakin woke up sweating excessively. He tried his best to forget that dream. It was wrong, everything about it was wrong and pure disgust was the only emotion that came over Anakin at the time. He was ashamed as of a slightly later time, for having had the experience, especially containing his outfit and the subject matter. As well as the subject of the matter.
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Anakin walked into the ship on which he had recently been using for travel to see Yoda sitting there.
"Are you ready to train? Today, you must. In a long time, you haven't."
Anakin blushed because he couldn't forget how his mind had portrayed Yoda that morning. Embarrassment flooded his thoughts despite Yoda having no knowledge on the subject.
"Uh, yeah. I'm ready." Anakin said quickly, turning away. As his eyes passed Yoda, he could have sworn he saw a wink on his eyes, but a second glance provided nothing to support that, and Anakin tried to ignore it as he pulled out his light saber to train.
