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[ He ponders Finn's answer for a moment, quiet and thoughtful. He doesn't answer the question, though; they both know James has nothing of value to offer the Order, any knowledge he has no doubt outdated at this point. It's the only reason why he's here now, alive, rather than cut down by the long reach of the Terran Empire. ]

Well, if they held no value to me... I would send them to the agonizing booth for a few days. Broadcast it to the whole ship so it would serve as warning. Then I would execute them as Imperial law dictates. No mercy.

[ It would only be a weakness, after all. ]

But things would change if I wanted something from them. I would have to ensure that I got what I wanted first. Assuming, of course, that 'something' was worth more than my officers' lives.

[ Not that he gives much worth to those to begin with, but still. ]

Agonizing booth.

[ Finn's lips curl into a sneer. Not because of the mental picture that invokes, but the name. He supposes it gets right to the point, though.

With a sigh, Finn lets the name go and glances around the room in thought. ]

Well, I am the law on this ship and I don't particularly want to kill you. Consider it mercy if you want, but you won't learn anything if you're dead. That, and I'd lose the company.

[ He leans back in his seat, watching James with a critical eye. Their banter is usually like this but something seems a little different this time. Maybe that's just because of that look of rare surprise on Jim's face earlier, but Finn would dare to say that James is trying to hint around at something.

It feels a bit like bait. Perhaps it's only meant to look that way, though. James is pretty proud, after all.

After a long moment... ] Maybe I will tie you to my bed. Not as boring as a cell, not as primitive as a cage, but should still help remind you how nice it is to have even some freedom.

[ Actually, tying him to his bed and just going to sleep would probably be a great way to really piss him off. It's like begging to be murdered in the middle of the night. ]

[ James shrugs. Well, they weren't going to call it a pleasure suite, that's for sure.

Anyway, he settles for being quiet, passive and listening for once. These discussions tend to turn more unpleasant, ending with James either getting pissed or ignoring Finn entirely. But not this time; something instead holding his interest, inviting his patience, curiosity winning out just this once.

And maybe something else, some sense of actual companionship, the foreign concept that anyone should even want his company. ]

Really, now? And is that all you'll do, just... leave me there while you go about your day?

[ He steps closer, glass still in hand, knee nudging at Finn's chair. ]

You could at least make the most of it. I'd never let a good opportunity like that go to waste. [ He leans against the edge of the desk, moving his leg to instead bump it against Finn's. ] Might just make it worth your while.

[ Called that one. Finn's smile comes back again, gaze laughing and calculating in equal parts. Though, he isn't entirely unaffected by the idea either. It does sound like a wonderful way to spend an evening. ]

Oh, I'm sure you would.

[ He lets his eyes sweep up and down Jim's body, slowly, obviously. ]

Sounds to me like you would enjoy that kind of thing, though. It'd piss you off more if I just left you there. Wouldn't it?

[ Maybe not, likely so. Whether that's because James didn't get to have the sex he might as well be begging for or the possible opportunity for Finn to let his guard down, who really knows? ]

[ James tips his head back slightly, letting out a long, thoughtful hum, both hands curling around the edge of Finn's desk. ]

Again— that boils down to what you want from me.

[ To have him around for company, yes, he got that part. But from here on out, what is he aiming for? If he's just looking to piss him off and anger him, then sure, just leaving him there would likely do it.

Then again he's got his own tricks up his sleeve, should Finn decide he's feeling like a taunting bastard. One way or the other, James will find a way to tempt him. ]

[ Finn doesn't doubt for a second that James' game of temptation would stop if he were refused now. A part of him kind of wants to see how far it'd go, too. Although, Finn also doesn't see any reason to deny himself. When James was handed over to him, he wasn't ignorant as to what kind of prisoner they expected him to be.

The only reason Finn didn't use him was because interest is an important part to him. Considering that's been mixed in now, though, for whatever reason...

Finn looks him up and down again, head tilting a bit before meeting his eyes. ]

I want you to say please.

[ Sure, he's on board with dragging him to bed now, but this is still supposed to be a punishment. And though his smile is mostly gone, his eyes are still full of amusement. He's waiting. ]

[ That... just gets an inscrutable stare from James. He'll do a lot for the sake of his own survival, and to gain some semblance of control over someone whom he's well aware is supposed to own him. He's dealt with enough slaves, seen many of them with their own masters, to know how to play this game.

But some lines are drawn harshly, and nothing Finn could do would possibly push him to step over them. ]

Then you may as well tie me up and leave me there.

[ That's one word that will never make it past his lips, he's sure of that much. ]

[ And that just gets another laugh from Finn. ]

That's too bad. I was starting to look forward to it.

[ He places his glass next to the bottle again and stands. James made sure not to leave much room between them, and Finn clearly doesn't getting into his space, practically rubbing against him. ]

You would have been pretty, tied up and begging for me. Come here.

[ His hand wraps around Jim's arm like a vice but at least he doesn't grab him around his wrist. The shackles, long since thought to be forgotten, fly into Finn's free hand while he steers James towards his bedroom. ]

[ It's not disappointment that he feels. Disappointment would have to involve some sort of expectation, a hope for something better, and James has learned not to rely on such things a long time ago.

Still, there is some kind of sting, a quietly burning hatred when Finn just grabs his arm and drags him towards the bed. It's pointless to fight it but he does so anyway, yanking his arm away from the grip. He knows he's going to end up shackled on that bed anyway, but he sure as fuck isn't going to play nice about it, and he won't let Finn push him around like he's some scared, helpless slave. ]

[ James did this to himself so getting upset about it is pointless. He's the one that suggested the idea, that refused to ask nicely. Not to mention, the one that committed three acts of murder against Finn's men.

And is there really anything to complain about? How many other high ranking prisoners of war are treated this well?

Like now, for instance, when it made more sense to truly punish him than whatever Finn's doing, especially after this behavior. It's a good thing Finn likes the fight. ]

Change your mind?

[ Finn steps in front of him, hand on his chest and gliding up to his neck. Does he mean the touch or is he making fun of him?

Regardless, James isn't supposed to enjoy every aspect of this. It is a punishment, after all. So Finn's hand finds the collar of his shirt and tugs him towards the bed again. ]

Come here. Or I'll make you.

[ James doesn't do nicely, that much shouldn't be a surprise to Finn. Maybe he offers resistance just to spite him, just to be difficult, or maybe he likes the idea of a rougher handling. Pushing at Finn's buttons and see which ones garner a reaction from him.

Either way, he seems almost pleased with himself for a flicker of a second when Finn's hand makes it to his neck. He goes still, defiant glare locked with Finn's, letting himself get pulled by his collar towards the bed.

Rather than letting Finn get him onto the mattress, he uses the momentum to push back against him, stepping closer in the process, hands fisting at Finn's perfectly smooth uniform. He grits his teeth, practically growling in Finn's face. ]

Make me.

[ Finn grows a smile again, one edging on dangerous. This is why he likes James. Because he doesn't do nicely, because he's not afraid, because he's always seeking a challenge to best. Even when he knows he's outmatched, when he knows deeply that he's going to lose, he'll fight back and raise hell just for the sake of doing so. Nothing about him is easy.

Besides, if James tried for nice and submissive by this point, it'd just garner suspicion.

Finn's hand tightens around his shirt collar, his own challenging glare shot right back. It's little trouble to pull the Force to him, to James, and use it to push. It's not as strong as it could be, of course, but it should be more than enough to twist James around and throw him on the bed.

Finn's quick to join in, straddling his hips and hand around his neck. At least he isn't squeezing. Just smiling like this is the height of fun. ]

[ Good, dangerous is what James is aiming for. He wouldn't want this any other way. Even with the glare he still aims at Finn, there's unmistakable excitement in his eyes, the impending thrill of the unknown, of what may happen with each push and shove he dares to make at Finn.

Because he knows, no matter how aggressive he may get, Finn could so easily subdue him in a fight; pin him down, do whatever he wanted. That thought alone is enough to send chills down his spine, almost anticipating for the worst.

He feels something stronger than physical force push him onto the bed, a grunt shoved out of him as he lands on his back there. His eyes fix on Finn again when he climbs on top of him, one hand wrapping around Finn's wrist, hold firm but not necessarily trying to tug away the hand that fits snugly around his neck. If anything, he tips his chin up a little more, as if daring Finn to keep going.

But he also doesn't stay still long enough for it. Propping his knees up, he attempts to flip them over, folder arm moving as well so it should rest across Finn's collarbone. That is, if Finn doesn't realize what he's doing and pin him down even harder in retaliation. ]

[ Finn realizes what he's doing. Expected it, really. James was never going to give in. But Finn doesn't stop him either. It wouldn't be fun if he won the fight that easily.

He lets himself get flipped with a grunt, arm pressing in near his neck. His hand around Jim's throat tightens, tight and uncaring. His other arm moves between them, going across Jim's chest while his hand grips his opposite shoulder as if to hold on to him, pushing against and pulling to all at once.

He doesn't want to use the Force here unless he has to, unless it's really to his advantage. He wants to give James a bit of a fight. ]

[ He is all too aware that the reason why he manages to flip them over is because Finn allows it to happen. A thought that stings and bruises his pride, but he ignores it, instead focusing on the pressing ache of the hand tight around his neck, drawing a shuddered sound from him.

Pointedly, he presses his hips down, rolls and grinds himself against Finn's groin, trying to push him to keep his legs open for him. One arm's propped up on the bed just so he can balance himself, while the other grabs Finn's thigh, giving it a hard squeeze, nails digging sharply enough to be felt through the fabric of his trousers. ]

[ It's enough to make Finn gasp, the grinding and hand on his thigh. If that couldn't prove he's enjoying this, James can likely feel his interest grinding back against him.

But it's plain enough what James is up to. Finn hooks his leg around his waist, as if he's giving in, and perhaps it's considered seeing as how he rolls his hips. But ultimately, Finn tries to use the leverage to flip them back over, get himself on top again. ]

[ It's not like James minds having Finn on top either; not that it matters whether he does or not, because even if he is pretty strong for a Terran, Finn could have easily bested him by simply using the Force.

Either way, it still feels like a small victory, having Finn's arousal so clear against his own, proving to him that he's just as affected by this. Hips bucking up, his hand sneaks underneath Finn's robes, finding skin and digging his nails into it as hard as he can, certainly hard enough to not just mark, but also bruise. ]

[ The clawing gets another grunt out of him, this one more pained than the last but no less heated and aroused. His hips thrust forward hard practically on instinct.

But Finn takes the opportunity to finally use the shackles, snapping one closed around the nearest wrist, the one Jim has on his thigh. He lowers himself a little, not letting go of his neck, to hiss through grit teeth. Despite the heat in his eyes, it's not from anger. ]

You want to be taken, James? You want it so bad, you don't even have to speak to beg.

[ He makes a sound of protest when he finds his wrist shackled, but he can't really move it much with Finn's hand holding it in place. The other on his neck is gripping at just the right pressure, enough to make it a little difficult to breathe, but not quite cutting the air off just yet.

His other hand manages to reach for Finn's neck now, since he leans down that much closer to him, the blue in his eyes bright as he spits back— ] Fuck you.

[ And yet Finn is right, of course. He can't hide how aroused he is, how much all this is turning him on. Like fuck he's going to submit that easily, though. He might love the mental image of Finn pinning him down and taking him, but he's not going to give into any partner that's not strong enough to earn it by force. ]

[ Finn knows he's right. He hasn't done something like this before, preferred consent clearer than this, but he'd never known anyone like James either. This is far more exhilarating than he thought it could be when he's admired James' looks in the past, and it probably shows in the sharp smile he sends back. ]

I think you mean the other way around.

[ He lifts Jim's shackled wrist over his head, pinning it near the headboard. Finn's other hand grabs at Jim's free wrist through his clothes. ]

Is that the kind of punishment you think you deserve?

[ James barks out a sound— a growl of protest, a groan of arousal, it's unclear whether it's either of those, or both. He grunts and tries to push back against Finn's hold, knowing that however much force he puts to it, Finn will be able to keep him down easily.

A breath heaves into his lungs when Finn's hand releases his neck, only for his body to arch and shift when Finn grabs his other wrist. He manages to evade the grab, once, twice, but third time Finn gets him in a firm grasp, his own hand balling into a fist as he yanks unsuccessfully. ]

Punishment would imply I did something wrong. [ Which he absolutely did, but he's not going to apologize for it. ] Your men got in my way. They were weak. Useless. You're better off without them anyway.

[ It's possible he's just goading Finn to do this as a punishment, at this point. The thought of it makes his heart hammer in his chest, loud enough to reach his ears. It's not often he gets to feel this kind of thrill. ]

Am I?

[ The accusation doesn't anger Finn or anything. It intrigues him, actually. Plus... he's not sure if he doesn't believe the words, that he'd be better off. In what ways, he wonders.

There's so much James doesn't know about his master, his position in the Sith. He doesn't plan on enlightening him any time soon for no other reason than to just avoid that conversation the same way he avoided the question of where he went for 15 hours. But needless to say, Finn takes the meaning a slightly different way than he knows James meant.

But those same words bring other questions to mind.

He shoves Jim's other hand away from himself, trying to pin it to the mattress, too. ]

And what about you? Am I better off without you, too? My prisoner?

[ In James's personal opinion, if they couldn't handle one single prisoner who's been locked up for weeks, weaker and unarmed, then clearly they're not good enough as officers. James has done away with people on his own ship for that alone. Weakness is unacceptable, allowing a prisoner to do what he did would be inexcusable.

But then, they would have to start with Finn, for letting him run wild around the ship.

Even this punishment doesn't feel much like punishment, when it's clear that James is getting off on it as much as Finn himself is. He still puts up a fight, shifting and tugging in an attempt to release his arm, managing to claw at Finn's cheek just once before Finn effectively pins his wrist down near to the other hand, both arms stretched upwards towards the headboard, shirt riding up just so in the process. ]

Don't know. You seem to have found a use for me.

[ He tries to suppress a smirk, only partly succeeding, hips bucking up to grind against Finn's again. ]

[ Well, Jim's not wrong. And, honestly, Finn's not really seeking to punish him. Being shackled for a few hours is enough punishment for killing men who allowed themselves to be killed. But Finn also has no love for the Sith Troopers. They can all burn.

Jim still shouldn't go around with murder intents, though.

As far as Finn's own actions in this... Does it matter if he just doesn't care what his prisoner gets up to? James could blow up half of this cruiser, and it wouldn't reflect on Finn's weaknesses unless he tried to stop it. For someone in his position, with his power, he has nothing to prove. He is a Dark Lord of the Sith. No one can challenge him except his master, and Maul cares less about these matters than Finn does.

He grunts a sound between pain and arousal when James claws at his face, having half a mind to leave him uncuffed, after all. But he pushes the shackles through a slat in the headboard with the Force, snapping the other around Jim's second wrist.

There. He's got him. No use in trying to suppress Finn's own victorious grin. ]

Maybe I have. [ Not that James doesn't have his uses. Finn wasn't kidding about the company.

His hips roll back into him, a hand fisting into Jim's hair to pull his head back. ]

If you can keep my interest. [ That won't be a problem.

He leans down, pressing their bodies flush together and taking a hard kiss, just to taste him. ]

[ He kinda likes that about Finn. Well, as much as he can like anyone, honestly, a sentiment that's nearly exclusive to McCoy; and even then, it's warped and twisted, but then that's much the same with Finn. Point is, he enjoys the fact that Finn doesn't give a fuck about any of his men, at least not enough to bring James any true punishment for killing them.

Fuck, if this what gets him, he might just do it again. Or just find other ways to further anger Finn, if it gets him doing these things to him. He still groans in protest as his second wrist is captured, and he yanks at the tight clasp of both bands so tight around his wrists. He's not going to get out of it now, and if he wasn't at Finn's mercy before, he can definitely do whatever he wants to him now.

To be fair, James could still use his legs, kick and fight his way out of this, or at least oppose to it more strongly. But he doesn't, because he doesn't want Finn to actually think he's more trouble than he's worth.

He opens his mouth to say something, only for it to get captured in a deep, hard kiss. He lets out a muffled groan against Finn's mouth, for a while longer indulging in the deep contact, lips parted wide and tongue pushing hard into Finn's mouth, rather unwilling to give up that sensation just yet.

But eventually he does, tongue pulling back so he can instead bite down hard on Finn's upper lip. ]

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