Title: Resistance

Author: Leiasky

Rating: Overall NC-17

Pairing: DJinn/You

Archive: If you choose. Please tell me first.

All of my fic can be found here:

http://www.oocities.org/tenelkai/tpmfanfiction.html

Summary: Djinn and you. You resist. He resists. Who will win this battle of wills?

Disclaimer: No money is made. Written for fun.

Credits: My first foray into the Djinn world. Laura, you are to blame for this!

As my sistah Jenn is so fond of saying…feedback is adored. Flames will be used to make smores….

Thanks to Laura for the Beta.

'The Warrior" by Scandal

You pull your knees beneath you and rest your chin on your arms as the fading sunlight threatens to blind you. The mirror effect the sun has on the cloud-scrapers is awe-inspiring. You've seen nothing like this on your world and you inch closer in the cushioned seat to stare at the reflection of the sun against the glass buildings that line the vast cityscape.

You hear the door swish open behind you, but ignore it in favor of catching the last glimpses of sunlight before darkness descends over the city.

"It never is truly dark," you say to the man standing motionless behind you. You could feel his presence even without the gift of his precious Force.

"Not on Coruscant." Comes the confirmation.

You feel the man slide onto the cushioned bench behind you and rest his hands on your shoulders. "The traffic and business keep this city in almost constant daylight year round."

The last rays of sunlight disappear behind the cityscape and you turn around and gaze curiously at him." What can I do for you? Why have you summoned me?"

Broad shoulders bend until he is nose to nose with you. Resting large hands on the back of the seat, he chuckles low and deep. "I think you know why I have asked you here."

Transparent blue eyes shimmer while you search his unreadable expression. Many friends had come and gone from this position in which you'd now found yourself, and you can't help but wonder what you had done to deserve such attention. Leaning back, you cross your arms and wait for him to continue.

"Ah, little kitten," he leans forward, breath hot and sweet brush across your lips. He nips playfully at your lower lip and then the upper, lavishing them with long-desired attention. "You wish to be difficult?"

"I am not some bimbo who will lift her skirts with a look or a sweet word, Jedi." With difficulty, you pull your lips from his intoxicating mouth and stare into his heated gaze.

His answering laugh makes your insides flutter and your skin chill." Oh, sweet one, I think my touch will convince you otherwise."

It is your turn to chuckle and you meet his eyes with a determination his pomposity has brought to the surface. "I think you will find me quite a challenge."

Long fingers trace small patterns across your wrist and up the inside of your arm. Sweet lips, trail delicate kisses along your jaw before sliding slowly down your neck. "All the more pleasing will the reward be when I succeed."

"I have an appointment in an hour," you state matter-of-factly, with difficulty, pulling you arm from his grasp and settling it in your lap.

"You will be canceling that appointment." He straddles your thighs, careful to keep his considerable weight from crushing you. Large hands grasp your shoulders and lean you back against the cushions, revealing more of your low-cut top to his curious gaze.

You lace your fingers together and keep them tightly rooted in your lap as his gentle touch trails along the neckline of your blouse. Tremors race down your spine and he shoots you a knowing grin, feeling your skin flutter beneath his touch.

"You like this, kitten?" he breathes hotly into your ear. "I can be gentle or rough, take your pick."

You flatten your hands across his abdomen and push with all the strength in your arms. His eyes go wide as he falls backward with a hard thud into the carpeted floor. You stand quickly and stare down at him, gaze cold as ice. "No man gives me an ultimatum, Djinn. Not even you."

He stands slowly and favors you with a cold, predatory gaze. One step toward you and he has you pressed against the cushions, towering over you, the large body rippling with tightly harnessed power.

Your eyes flick across the leather, stretched tightly across his muscled chest, hugging his large, thick thighs. Had you not already been sitting, you'd have been hard pressed to keep your legs steady beneath you.

His gaze penetrates you, pins you in place, and you are unable to move. He wears the look of a man ready to pounce, simply waiting for his prey to make a mistake. Your body trembles from the withering look and you can do nothing but sit and stare.

"Ah, pet, but you will find my ultimatums difficult to resist." Silver-specked hair spills over his shoulders as his fingers tilt your chin, baring the thin column of your throat to hungry lips. His head disappears below your upturned gaze, lips pressing possessively against the soft skin . The slow, deliberate kisses, the gentle sucking, cause a small sound deep within your chest and you can feel his knowing grin spread against your neck. Long fingers slide into your hair and tug gently, pulling your body against his muscular torso.

Your legs tremble and you rest your hands against his chest, struggling to find the strength to push him away. That desire is rapidly fading from your thoughts only to be replaced by a burning desire to feel every inch of that body press you against the floor, the wall, the cushioned seat resting at your back. You shake the thoughts from your mind, determined not to give in as easily as the others. He is used to getting what he wanted, who he wanted, you are determined to be different. Some how, some way.

You slide your arms around his leather jerkin, fingers searching for the edge that falls just above his hips. Long nails trail along the end of the supple leather before embedding deeply into the skin just above his waistline.

A long, low growl slips from his lips and he lifts his head to glare into your face.

That simple distraction is all that you need to twist out of his grasp and make for the door. "I'm going to be late for my appointment, Djinn. Good night."

As you reach for the controls, his hand closes around your wrist, twisting almost painfully. "You are Mine." He hisses, pushing you against the wall

"Wish to add me to your collection?" You growl, eyes flaming, fists pushing against his shoulder in vain. "A collection of women hanging on your every word, every deed?" You spit, disgusted with your body's reaction to his feral touch.

"I admire a challenge," he growls, pressing his long, leonine body against yours. "I want you. And I will have you."

"How does it feel to want?" Eyes flash as you hold on to the shreds of your resistance.

"I take what I want." His breath is hot against your skin as he breathes the comment with a quick peck to the cheek. "Get used to it."

"I will do no such-"

His mouth covers yours, halting any further dispute. His tongue, hot and wet, slithers between your lips, demanding entrance, probing until the you grant the request. His taste intoxicates you, his scent, masculine and overwhelming, weakens your resolve.

His kiss becomes more demanding as large hands cup your breasts and squeeze the soft mounds through your blouse. He pinches your nipples to hard buds until you moan from the discomfort.

When he releases your lips, you are breathless, mind frantically fumbling for some control over your weakened body. But he continues his assault on your senses by carelessly ripping open the front of your blouse, baring your skin to his hungry gaze.

He lifts each breast from their round confines and cups them in large hands before bending to take one into the intoxicating heat of his mouth. He rolls the hard bud between his tongue, biting gently to return your attention to his ministrations.

"Gods, no," you whisper, thrusting your hands into his hair and tugging a few strands out of the braid. Mind and body war with the incredible sensations flooding your senses as you make a last ditch effort to disentangle yourself from his grasp.

"Now, now, my little spitfire." He stands, looming dark and dangerous above you. "This little game is at an end."

Blurred vision clears at the comment and you spit, "You do not own me." You react with an anger that challenges him and before he can stop you, a swift knee to the groin drops him to his knees. A low growl escapes his lips and sapphire eyes fill with icy hatred as you rush for the door.

You run, quickly darting around corners in your effort to escape the man who is sure to follow once he is able to stand. Reaching a public transport shuttle, you deposit credits into the meter and take a seat in the far back, watching, waiting. Your body is tense, hands shaking, transparent blue eyes darting to and from every being sitting in front of you as if expecting to see him walk through the crowd at any moment.

You fidget impatiently in your seat, fingers laced together, nails digging into the fleshy palms nearly drawing blood. Those sitting around you pay you no mind, but to them you decide you must look like a basket case, eyes wide, hands shaking, legs positioned to leap out of your seat should the need arise.

The fear and the desire the black-clad demon causes to swell within you is nothing that you could even begin to explain. You have thus far resisted his advances, in public and private, but the task was increasingly difficult. In your minds eye, and in many a dream, you could envision his large, muscular form lowering over your body, pressing you into the mattress. Could feel his demanding kiss coaxing responses from your trembling lips. You could see your body wilting beneath his commanding touch, claiming your mind, penetrating your thoughts at the same time he entered your body.

You breathe deeply, shaking the memories from your mind, the small tremors that still tingle along your nerves from the simple thought of his touch. No, you would not give in. Never. You are not a wanton who would lift your skirts so easily like so many others. If he wanted you, he would have to work hard to get you.

When the transport comes to a stop, you quickly return to your apartments, securing the door with a changed password. You remove a small stiletto blade from a hidden cabinet and hide the closed blade within your palm, taking it wherever you walked in the cramped quarters.

You breathe deeply, closing your eyes, attempting to shake the piercing, penetrating blue gaze that you are sure will haunt your dreams and your nightmares. Settling into the cushions, you force yourself to relax, comfortable with the safety and security that surrounds this place. Sleep begins to overtake you and your head lulls to one side, buoyed by the cushions at your back. Sleep is nothing but peaceful as images of your dark Jedi’s piercing gaze follow your every movement, his low, commanding voice, growling Mine in your ear. His hot breath and demanding touch wake you with a start and your eyes dart around the small room, expecting to see the man of your nightmares standing there, waiting.

Your heavy sigh seems to echo off the walls and you swing your legs over the sofa and begin to stand.

Your heart skips. Your hands begin to tremble. Your mind begins to race.

It is then that you see the slim silhouette of your nightmare standing in the entryway, arms crossed, shoulder leaning against the wall. The leather jerkin is stretched tightly across his chest, the shadows playing across the well-defined muscles. "Sleep well, my pet?" The voice is strong, teasing, frightening as your jaw slackens and you stare incredulously at the leather-clad man.

How did he? How could he?

Long legs cross the distance between you in short order, and you are once again reminded of a lion stalking his prey. The skin-tight leather crinkles with every step, the sound of his steps, echo in the silence. You find yourself shaking with fear and……… anticipation.

"I've come to continue where we left off, my sweet." The deep tenor causes tremors to race down your spine.

You’d forgotten that he can read your mind, your feelings and reactions. You mutter several choice curses beneath your breath and he chuckles, mocking your choice of curses.

"Yes, we can try those positions if you wish. That last one may be quite painful, however."

"We will do no such thing. Get out." You snap, separating your legs into a more balanced stance.

"The time to discuss this is at an end." He steps toward you and you have no recourse but to stand your ground or be pushed into a sitting position on the sofa.

"Resist me, pet. It will make the conquest even sweeter." Large hands cup your cheeks and tilt your head to receive his burning kiss. He is anything but gentle as his tongue thrusts between your lips and searches the depths of your mouth, tasting you, sucking dry what remains of your resistance.

"Why me?" You breathe when he has released your lips. Saber-callused hands roam over your breasts, stripping away the flimsy material separating him from the cool skin. "You’ve had so many."

"And I will have many more, unless you are able to quench the rampant desire that rages within my body. No woman has been capable." He murmurs before dipping his head to take a soft breast into his mouth. Rough tongue licks small circles around the areola before closing over the hardened bud and sucking deeply.

Small moans escape your lips as he lavishes each soft mound with attention befit a Queen. Would you be capable of satisfying him, time and time again? Did you want to keep him, or vice versa? Or would you simply give in this one time and be done with him.

"Once you have been given a taste, you will want no other." The confidence in his voice causes a brief moment of hesitation. You weren't sure you wanted to be the one he came to night after night to sate his desires.

Your hands fall to his shoulders, nails digging into the leather jerkin. You breathe deeply, mind warring with your body as your head rolls onto still trembling shoulders.

He takes what he wants, waiting, drawing heated moans from your lips with each flick of his tongue. With one final tug on the hard bud, he stands and glares down into your saucered eyes. "I will have you."

You open your mouth to speak but find that no words will allow you to refuse the commanding voice, the overwhelming presence of this man.

"I will give you a choice, pretty one." He walks around you, slowly, like a lion stalking its prey. You can feel his eyes burning into your skin and are suddenly very self-conscious standing half-naked before him. "You can have it rough or soft, which do you prefer?"

Your only response is a muffled chuckle. You steel yourself for an angry retort but instead two hands flatten across your thighs and pull your hips back against his leather-covered arousal.

"I find it hard to believe you could be anything but rough." You say, fighting to keep your voice as steady as possible.

"Is that a challenge, pet?" he turns you around to face him, hands immediately cupping your breasts, squeezing gently.

"It is whatever you take it to be," you retort, licking your lips as a callused thumb brushes across a hard nipple.

His laugh is deep, booming in your ears, and you tremble. You know there is now no way to gain your freedom and resign yourself to the fate of becoming his plaything for the evening. Not exactly an unpleasant experience, you note, as your eyes search grizzled features before settling on the thin, incredibly kissible lips.

"Good night, pet." He stares down at you, eyes soft and somber yet filled with amusement. "I will return when you can resist me no longer."

You stand rooted in place as he turns to leave. Bare breasts chill without his touch and you tremble. Eyes narrow as you search his retreating back, unable to believe that this demanding monster you were so certain planned to use you tonight, had just willingly walked out your door.

The next few days are filled with restless thoughts and endless nights. Regardless of what you tried, you could not stop thinking about Djinn. The strong, muscular body, the commanding voice, the way the leather clung to his skin as he moved. You were beginning to wonder if you enjoyed the pursuit just as much as he. Blue eyes sparkle as you watch the transport lanes, heavy with cargo, pass your balcony levels above. You sigh and squint against the sun as it reflects off the glass spires surrounding you. Your thoughts return to DJinn and you grumble. You are unable to go for even a few minutes without thinking of him.

Eyes close and you lean against the balcony railing, allowing the breeze to catch your hair and lift the heavy mass from your neck. You see him in your mind’s eye, hovering just out of arm’s reach, laughing, sneering. You want to slap him and embrace him at the same time but you are unable to reach him. Instead, you cry out, earning a slight turn of his head.

You blink and shake yourself out of the memory. Or was it? You sigh and resolve to ask your physician for more medication to help you sleep.

"You called, my pet?" whispers the husky voice against your neck. Hot breath makes the soft hairs stand on end and you stiffen.

The hot Coruscant sun beats down on you from high above, warming the chills that race down your spine. Instinctively, you lean over the railing, away from his surprisingly gentle touch. Your balcony is small, but it serves its purpose: a sanctuary of light and warmth outside of your quarters where you could read, watch the traffic or simply daydream.

A large hand slides slowly along your arm, over your shoulder. The long digits dance along the skin of your neck sending tremors racing down your spine.

Another muscled arm wraps around your hips, pulling you against his leather-covered arousal.

The simple robe you wear is parted slowly down the middle by long, determined fingers. The tie falls apart, leaving skin from your neck to your ankles visible in the early morning light.

You hear the leather crack with each movement and you can’t help but visualize what it looks like hugging slim hips and muscular thighs.

One hand slides across your lower hip, fingers tracing small circles across the inside of your thigh. The other pushes one side of the robe away and cups your breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

Eyes flutter shut and your head rolls back onto his chest. You gasp at the heat emanating from his skin.

"Give in to me." He tilts his head enough to place a quick, chaste kiss across your lips.

You answer the kiss, body craving a more heated touch, a firm grasp, something that had been lacking in the three days since you'd last seen him. You feel the robe being pushed around your hips, baring your backside to his hungry gaze.

Cold, smooth leather presses against your backside and you sigh. His thighs push you against the balcony, strong hands grip your hips tightly, holding them, pressing them against his swelling erection. When he begins to rub the sizeable bulge against your backside in rhythmic circles, you squeeze your eyes shut.

"You like this, pet?" He leans over and breathes into your ear, biting at the lobe before taking it between his lips and suckling. "Do you feel my desire?" Large hands pull you against his hardness and you feel every confined inch throbbing against your backside. "How deeply do you want me?" With a sharp thrust of his hips, he grinds his hardness against you, teasing, drawing short whimpers from between tightly clenched lips. "Ask me, pet. Beg me."

Flattening his palms across your hips, he slowly slides them up your skin, tickling with fingertips, pausing to caress your breasts, before sliding the robe to your shoulders. Soft lips descend on your neck, kissing lightly, before licking the pale skin. The rough tongue sends tremors of lust straight to your groin. He licks along your neck, pausing to nibble at a shoulder blade before continuing the path of heated fire across the back of your neck.

Your head rolls onto his chest, neck arched to give him freer access. "Yes, pet. I can feel your lust for me. Your desire." A quick nibble at your chin dissolves into a deep kiss, tongue delving between quivering lips. Long fingers slide down your body, one hand steadying the constant rhythm of his groin against your backside, the other delving between your thighs. "Let's test how ready you are for me." One long finger dips into your moist cleft, slipping easily within, only to be joined by another, thumb resting below the bundle of nerves straining for contact. "Does it excite you that everyone can see us?" He asks with a growl, tearing his lips from where they so demandingly taste you. Fingers thrust more deeply, exacting a soft cry. "Yes, my pet?" Thumb inches closer to your exposed bundle and you arch, striving for more direct contact. Long fingers spread your wetness around your outer lips, causing you to whimper from his touch. "Do you want it, my sweet? Tell me."

You bite your lip, eyes squeezed tight to shut out the bright light and whimper a quiet, "Yes."

"Good answer, my pet." He murmurs against your skin.

The roughness of his thumb against your sweet bundle sends your body into tiny spasms. Your breathing heightens and you gasp, arching your hips into his hand. Slim fingers grasp tightly at the balcony until your knuckles whiten.

Suddenly, his hands leave you, he backs away, leaving you feeling empty. Craving his touch, you turn to see him lowering the tight leather pants, sliding them down just enough to free his firm erection. The cock stands proudly away from his body as he stares at you. "Bend down and taste it, my pet. Bare yourself to the passing transports."

Eyes widen and you toss a nervous look over your shoulder. The prospect of passers-by seeing everything was erotic as well as frightening.

"The longer you delay, the longer you will wait to be satisfied." Thin lips form into an evil grin and you grunt, deciding whether to leave him there hard on the balcony or do as he asks.

You are tempted to simply leave him there. You can only take so much of the demanding personality before you rebel. But you couldn't quite bring yourself to reject him. Your mind could think of nothing else these past three days except the stunning blue of his eyes, the luxurious taste of his lips and the promise of what was confined behind the form-fitting leather. You lick your lips, the need to touch him too great to resist. Bending at the waist, you lean down and slide a hand along his hip, steadying yourself. With the other hand you grasp him and stroke slowly from base to tip, content with the hiss that slips from between tightly pursed lips. When his breathing quickens, you realize the power he has mistakenly given you. Slowly, you lick the swollen head, tongue trailing teasingly along the edge.

Large hands tangle in your hair and powerful hips thrust sharply, driving his cock down the back of your throat. You fight the urge to gag and hold him tightly, squeezing and fondling the fleshy sac, hardening and rising with every passing moment.

He stares down at you, watching your mouth, your hands twist along the thick shaft.

You stare up at him through thick lashes and smile around the head, sliding it out of your mouth and licking around the rim. Your eyes sparkle as his head rolls onto his shoulders and sapphire eyes squeeze shut. A few more twists of your wrist, a few more slow, teasing licks to the sensitive underside and he is ready.

Suddenly, you find yourself facing the rail of the balcony, hands gripping it tightly as he positions himself behind you. He spreads your legs and bends you to the angle just right for his penetration and then your eyes turn wide as saucers.

One quick thrust and he is buried to the hilt. He groans loud and long at the tight heat surrounding and gripping his cock.

You whimper and close your eyes tightly, blocking out the sun. His thrusts are anything but gentle. He rides you hard and you can sense him staring at the traffic following its predetermined lanes above. "Thrilling, isn't it? To know they may be watching you." He grunts, leaning over placing a wet kiss at the nape of your neck. "Ah, so tight and wet for me, pet. What a treasure you've hidden from me." He grunts into your ear, breath hot from the heavy panting.

Powerful, muscular hips crash against your backside, driving you closer to the edge with each thrust. A long arm snakes around your waist and dips into the tightness surrounding his thrusting cock. "I'm not a brute, pet. I satisfy my women."

"That. Is. Still. To. Be. Determined." You murmur with each thrust. His ego would take over now and be sure to satisfy you before he fulfilled his own need. You knew men all too well, their ego's often swelled larger than their cocks. And just as easily, were controlled by well-placed words. You eagerly meet each thrust, arching sharply, pushing them against his pistoning hips.

Long fingers flick against your aroused flesh and your body tightens and reels from the touch. The rhythm begin to match each thrust and you realize that he is working toward a goal. A simultaneous climax. "Good. Luck. DJinn." You breathe, taunting him, doubting his prowess.

His chest is pressed into your back and you can feel his deep chuckle reverberate down your spine. "Taunt me, pet. You will regret it."

Thrusts slow, until he is barely moving within you, hands grip your hips, holding you in place. Leaning over, he breathes hotly into your ear, "You are Mine."

"I belong to no one, Djinn." You huff, eyes wide with the empty feeling as he withdraws and steps away. You watch long fingers wrap around the angry red shaft, stroking slowly, taunting, the swollen head poking out of his tightly closed fist on each downstroke. You resist the urge to touch yourself, to bring a swift and satisfying climax without him. Instead, you stand and watch the slow strokes, the evil gleam in his eyes as he stares not at his hands, but at your bare body glistening with sweat. Rivulets slip between your breasts to slide down your stomach. His eyes follow the droplets as they are absorbed by the tight curls below.

Piercing blue eyes glance quickly at your reclining chair resting to one corner and then back at you. "Down." Comes the command and an eyebrow raises in question.

"You do not own me. Nor do you control me." You growl. Your tolerance for his demands growing thin.

Until his hands come down on your shoulders and toss you into the cushion like an inanimate play toy.

You yelp and roll onto your back, glaring as he kneels between your open legs and grips your hips.

"No!" You hiss, reaching out to slap his face.

A large hand intercepts the flying fist and pins it over your head while the other tilts your hips to receive his bone jarring thrust.

Your eyes squeeze shut in pain as he thrusts deeply, nearly tearing you with such a deep and sudden penetration. He was not a small man, and as such should have learned to be considerate of that fact where women were concerned - or even men for that matter.

The seat beneath you creaks and whines beneath the strain of his thrusts. He releases your hands, confident in the knowledge that you will remain where you are with little struggle. He leans back and holds your hips, altering the angle slightly to provide himself the maximum stimulation.

He thrusts with wild abandon, long mane spilling over his shoulders in a silken wave, rivulets of sweat slipping down well the defined muscles. Each thrust is punctuated by a loud grunt and he stares down at your angry face.

You struggle to speak but each jarring thrust brings with it painful pleasure. As your body stretches to accommodate him, you find yourself wanting to complete the act.

"Are you through struggling, my pet?" He grits through clenched teeth, staring down at you with wild eyes.

All you can do is nod, your body tingling from his touch, your mouth unable to form the words to describe your feelings.

"Mine, pet. Never forget it." He hisses, hips picking up speed as they thrust toward a final end. "You'll never have better. You'll never have another."

You bite your tongue, refusing to voice a spiteful retort. Your body screams for release as your muscles tighten, hips arch sharply to meet his final thrusts. His fingers dip between you, fondling your outer lips, teasing, before brushing against your sensitive bundle in time with his thrusts.

It doesn't take long before you feel the crest approaching, ready and willing to fall over the precipice into complete, sated oblivion. He rubs you roughly as you come, body tightening around his thrusting cock, pulling and demanding his release. You moan loudly, his fingers not slowing, drawing soft mews from your lips as you meet him.

Your body tightens as he strokes you, shakes with each pass of a single fingertip. He grunts his satisfaction and with one last thrust, you feel liquid warmth burn your insides. His thrusts slow but continue and you tighten your legs around his hips, milking him for every drop.

"Ahhhh, pet." He breathes, leaning over to place a tender kiss atop your forehead. "That was the most wonderful fuck I've had in weeks."

You stare at him and smile, unwrapping your legs from behind his backside and sitting up. You wrap your arms around his neck, play with strands of damp hair and lean into him, whispering. "And it is the last fuck you will ever get out of me." You stand and quickly push his weakened body away. Not having removed his pants, he stumbles backward and falls to the cold metal floor.

You stand quickly, wrapping the robe tightly around your form and glare at him. "Get out of my sight, and my life. You are no longer welcome."

You slide the balcony door shut, leaving him glaring at you in disbelief.

END