Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars: Rebels. Obviously.
Story: Ezra had just been looking forward to getting what entertainment she could and playing some mind games. She hadn't expected making pets out of a renowned pilot and ISB Agent, while playing student in the Imperial Academy.
Set as an AU…of questionable material XD
Spoilers: I don't think so?
Warnings: Violence, language, sexual situations, etc.
Pairings: Valen Rudor/fem!Ezra, Agent Kallus/fem!Ezra
A/n: Based off heavily on the manga Sundome by Kazuto Okada, also heavily borrowing some dialogue for this first chapter.

Sundome: Literally translates into "stopping the moment before."

Sundome
Chapter One: Teacher's Pet

He hated this. His new assignment on Lothal was personally embarrassing and he hated that he had to be teaching in a classroom, than be out flying a TIE fighter.

He was Baron Valen Rudor, the most well-known pilot in the Imperial Navy.

Why was he stuck teaching?

Valen glared at his roster with his light blue eyes, tempted to pull at his short brown hair and hoping that time would fast forward and break would come already. Along with a Homeroom, he had several Mechanics classes to take care of, including one Practical class. He didn't doubt it would be filled with a bunch of upstarts…

"You look pissed off already," Regor Scalesu, the academy's med bay Head Nurse commented, leaning against his doorway, with long blond hair tied loosely and hanging over her shoulder while her hazel eyes were laughing at him.

He scoffed, "I hate work. Of course I look pissed off." He left out how he hated this position, teaching overall, and how he shouldn't be stuck in the academy. They hadn't even given him a place at the Flight Academy! They sent him to the Imperial Academy, which held a whole different set of rules and standards…

She laughed, "Just make sure to play nice, or else you'll scare the kiddies off before they even start your class."

"Why can't Headmaster Roper just cut my classes in half? At the very least, I don't want a Homeroom. Kallus doesn't have to have Homeroom."

"Agent Kallus is an ISB Agent and is focused on catching those insurgents that have been causing trouble around here. You only have to focus on your classes and therefore can put your mind in automatic."

"His fault he chose to work so hard on his job," Valen muttered.

"You'll join us in the staff room for lunch later?"

"No."

She rolled her eyes and waved, leaving in exasperation. And with great discomfort, he sat there waiting for the new school year to begin and who his new students will be. At least his Homeroom was only seniors.

The students came in soon, piling into class and ending up sitting wherever they wanted, and probably close to their friends. Their loud chatter brought his headache to a new level, and his mouth twitched into a scowl. He looked up and scanned the room, getting ready to yell, when his eyes were drawn to a quiet girl in the back, who oddly seemed rather familiar.

She had a tiny face with large, expressive cobalt eyes that were rather effervescent. Her dark locks fell softly about her face and even seemed tinted blue, and furthermore she had a look of naivety and innocence. Her small pink mouth was pursed, and a darker pink tongue darted out to wet them.

His mouth dropped slightly and he stared.

Then he clenched his jaw and shook his head in amazement and horror. In his years of work through the Imperial Navy and even stationed on Lothal before his assignment to the Imperial Academy, he had never reacted like that with anyone, and he certainly hadn't expected to do so because of a student. In fact, any prior students that he'd met before he started teaching hadn't elicited such a reaction, and he'd even had set his mind that none of that nonsense would happen while he would be on assignment there. It didn't matter how big their breasts were, if they practically stuck them in his face with hopes of a better grade, or how pouty their lips were, or even how pretty their faces or body was. Valen had never even looked at any woman the way he was staring at this girl.

Dear God, he was having a hard-on in the middle of class.

Clearing his throat uncomfortably, he crossed his legs and tried to will his cock to go back down before he embarrassed himself in front of his class.

Guys had fetishes, their "turn-ons." Some like to ogle breasts, others are turned on by hips. There were stranger turn-ons like legs, the shape of someone's mouth, their ears, someone's calves…Those of which were actually his turn-ons, and ones he knew others wouldn't get. And because of those turn-ons, in all of his years in living, he had never fallen in love at first sight.

'Somehow…all of her was my turn-on.'

Gulping, he finally spoke out, trying to keep his composure and act like he usually was.

"Class 1-A, I'm your Homeroom teacher, Valen Rudor. For the duration of our time together, you will refer to me as Mr. Rudor and nothing else. For some of you, I will also be your Mechanics teacher. Once I call role, the seat you are in is final. Move now if you don't want to stay in that seat for the rest of the year."

There was some mild moving, but mainly everyone stayed in their seats, including the girl in the back. He refused to look her way, so he focused on the names he would have to learn, or at least pass off as knowing for the year. Starting role, he anxiously waited until it was her turn. When it was, he reluctantly looked up and watched her.

She stood up to introduce herself and he saw the school uniform's pleated skirt was entirely too short for her, but not noticeable enough to be against the school rules. Her white blouse was slightly loose and the red neckerchief tied around her collar wasn't tied tightly like it should be. Usually, he would call out on the student on that, but he couldn't right now. Especially with this one.

Damn Minister Tua for making the girls wear sailor outfit-styled uniforms. This wasn't kriffing Alderaan.

"Hello. My name's Ezra Dume, but everyone can call me Ez. I'm pleased to meet you all."

Druk, the sound of her voice just made him worse off.

Thanking God when Homeroom was over, he retreated to his office, glad he had a free period straight after. A knock on his office door made him nearly curse out loud and he moved slightly behind his desk to hide his hard-on. He almost groaned when it was Ezra who entered, but he just nodded stiffly at her.

"What can I do for you, Miss Dume?" he said gruffly, discreetly adjusting himself a bit more.

"Just Ez or Ezra, Mr. Rudor. I just transferred into this school from Naboo and I need to get all of my teachers' signatures. If you don't mind…?"

He refused to swallow the lump that appeared in his throat.

"S-sure."

She came closer, handing him a slip of paper before turning her back to him. "You can use my back to sign on!"

His hands trembled and his head was screaming at him. 'You have your desk right next to you!'

She was so close he could smell the light, sweet perfume she used. Licking his lips nervously, he placed the slip on her back and began to sign, uncomfortably aware that if she moved the slightest bit, the back of her leg would brush up against his hard-on.

'Don't move. Please don't move.'

His answers weren't answered and her leg moved back slightly, touching it. He winced, but she didn't say anything.

'Thank God, she didn't notice…'

Finishing quickly, he handed her the slip and slid more behind his desk. She smiled brightly at him before leaving and he sank gratefully into his chair.

It was going to be a long year.

Ezra thought it was a little bit funny. That dumb pilot didn't exactly remember her. Then again, she hadn't exactly given him a good look at her, at that time when he'd crashed by her tower. She'd been dressed in a unisex, baggy flight suit, wore her hair boyishly, and had been moving quickly. Plus, she was more than sure, aside from causing his irritation and aggravating distraction, that he probably had a concussion or something that either didn't enable him to remember her looks, or made him unable to see her clearly.

And he clearly saw her this time, if his reaction was any indication.

Valen Rudor, famous Baron and egotistical jerk, was obviously attracted to her. And he totally had no restraint, when it came to how he reacted in her presence. Ezra was beyond thrilled and eager to explore this opportunity, and get as much entertainment as she could out of this. It was a once in a lifetime chance! How could she not take advantage of it?

"Spectre 6, come in."

"This is Spectre 6, Spectre 5," Ezra greeted Sabine quietly, tapping the barely visible comlink in her right ear. A smirk was still dwelling on her lips.

"How are things, Spectre 6? Cause any trouble yet?" Amusement already colored Sabine's voice.

"Who, me?" Ezra asked slyly. "Not yet," she murmured though.

There was a pause and then Sabine was speaking hesitantly. "Do I want to know? Never mind. I don't. Just don't cause too much trouble and draw attention to yourself, alright? You're in a dangerous spot, and who knows how long you'll be there."

"Yeah, I know, Sabine," Ezra, though, was already cooking up schemes in her head with this new development. "I'll be fine. Don't worry about it! I'll report more later, when I have something, okay?"

"Okay, I'll tell the others. Good luck, Spectre 6."

Sabine was probably worrying and would tell the others about her worry, but Ezra was completely in the game now and saw that this was such a delicious chance to mess with that arrogant pilot.

She wanted to see how much she could push his boundaries and how far would he go.

Valen was in the male staff room, sitting at his assigned desk and listening to the others chatter. His ears caught onto the main topic of a conversation not too far away, with some cocky male teacher heading the discussion. Traves something, if he could recall. He could only remember how much the guy irritated him.

"She's so hot. I would totally bang her right in school," the idiot said.

Murmurs of agreement went through that group and Valen frowned, rolling his eyes as he turned to his teacher's aide in irritation.

"Who are they talking about, Weylen?"

Weylen grinned nervously, "The new student, Val. Ezra."

"Miss Dume?" Valen's frown deepened.

"The one and only."

"It's inappropriate to be talking about a student in that way. They should be shutting their traps before they get reported."

"Come on, Val. It's okay to look, just as long as we don't touch. Code of male teachers," Weylen chuckled.

"That is not –"

"Speak of the Devil. Here she comes," and the student of the hour walked in, smiling at all of them. And was it his imagination, or did her smile grow bigger when her eyes caught sight of him?

"Hi! Miss Scalesu asked me to come here to ask for your registration and medical records for yourself and the students?"

"Oh, I have mine in my classroom! I'll be right back!" Traves was the first one to say, eager to do something for her.

There was a chorus of similar things and soon the room emptied out. Weylen was suspiciously absent as well, leaving Valen all alone with Ezra.

"Miss Dume –"

"Just Ezra," she turned her smile to him, continuing to examine the staff room curiously, ending up near Traves' desk.

"Uh…Ezra. I've already given mine to Miss Scalesu, so you don't have to worry about me," he said uselessly. He winced slightly. Was that all he could say?

She picked up a book from Traves' desk and started to flip through it, starting to laugh as she read.

"Is this really how men masturbate?"

He jolted up and stared at her, seeing her still reading. Traves didn't…He would. The idiot would have a book on masturbation clearly out in the open.

She walked over to him, sitting herself on his desk and hiking a leg up, putting her chin on top of her knee as she loosely crossed her arms around her ankle. He had a clear view of baby blue panties. Frag.

"So, is that really how you masturbate?" she asked curiously, holding up the book to show a rather graphic image.

His face colored, giving an uncertain smile that was unlike him. Valen Rudor didn't smile uncertainly.

"That's…a rather private question."

Her eyes turned oddly cold, and he could feel them forsaking him.

"You…like to play it safe, don't you, Mr. Rudor?" she asked coolly.

Valen's smile faltered and he stared at her. He had the feeling that she'd just called him…boring.

She slipped off his desk and continued looking around, rummaging through the other male teachers' things.

He tried to say something several times, before grimacing and clearing his throat to try again.

"Oh…you're still here?" She didn't even look at him.

Ouch. That hurt.

"Ah…um…"

"Hey."

He jerked his head up to face her, his face looking just as eager as those stupid idiot colleagues of his that had left them.

"Show me how you jerk off."

She was leaning casually against the bookshelf wall, staring at him with those cold eyes.

"It's written in here, but I was wondering if you can do it," her voice had that curiosity again.

"Y-you see, it's something done…in private…"

"Oh, is that so? Goodbye."

"I'll do it," he blurted out, not wanting her to just leave, especially on the thought he was boring or such a…loser.

She straightened and watched him, eyes more alight with curiosity than condemning like it was before. He gulped and unbuttoned his pants, unzipping and then reaching into his boxers to pull out his cock. Nervously aware she was watching, he began to stroke it.

"It's just that, in this situation…it might, you know, get hard," he said embarrassedly, not sure why he had to explain it.

"It's okay. I've already seen you hard in the classroom," she tilted her head, not moving her eyes away from him.

At her words, his cock immediately jumped to attention and he blushed heavily, wishing that he could just stop what he was doing and bury himself in a hole in a ground somewhere and pretend he didn't exist.

'She…she knew?'

He looked up and his eyes widened, seeing her smile softly at him. His cock swelled up even more.

"J-just now…when I saw you smile…it suddenly…" and he felt even more stupid, but he couldn't stop himself. He felt like a train wreck, and he had a feeling she wanted to see him crash and burn.

She stopped smiling, looking at him and making him extremely nervous, wondering what was wrong or if he had just said something idiotic again.

"Stop."

He blinked in surprise, but automatically stopped stroking himself. She crawled on top of his desk towards him, reaching and grabbing his wrist attached to his hand that was still holding his cock.

"I won't have sex with you. Even if I do it with someone else…or as a casual fling…even if we were the last two people in the galaxy…I'd still never have sex with you. No matter how much you cried or begged for me…I'd never let you come. Are you…okay with that?"

He stared at her, mouth moving on its own to form a silly smile.

"Yeah," he answered her breathlessly.

'As long as you stay by my side…it's better than being rejected.' Valen had firmly decided that this girl was it for him. He was absolutely, freaking doomed, but he didn't think he'd find or see anyone else in the same manner that he did Ezra Dume.

"I see."

She grinned suddenly, throwing herself forward and hugging her arms around his neck.

"Let's make lots of fun memories!"

It was insanely amazing and disbelieving that she practically had the Valen Rudor doing crazy things and agreeing to be her…boy toy? Whatever in the galaxy she suggested and he agreed to, it blew her mind that he was this willing. She knew that if the others knew what she was doing, they would thoroughly disapprove and tell her stop, but…this was beginning to be so much fun. She could even picture Sabine being a bit torn, finding it amusing herself, but also terribly worried about the consequences.

Ezra was set on this though. For some reason, her gut was telling her to go with it.

Her eyes caught sight of a figure that instinctively made her want to hide, but there was this horrible, daring urge. Agent Kallus, of all people to show up then, was striding along in front of her. She'd heard that he'd had a class or two he had to teach at the Imperial Academy, but she hadn't expected to run into him. But then again, she hadn't expected to run into Valen either.

A horrid, up-to-no-good grin crossed her face. She shouldn't have thought it up, much less entertain the idea and going through with it.

But a golden opportunity was a golden opportunity.

"Mr. Kallus, I'd like to ask a question about your class," she called out slyly, glad they were in an empty corridor and that because he'd preferred his solitude and privacy, that his own, personal little office given to him for the academy was set aside away from the main part of the school.

He paused and slowly turned. "Unlike the others, I have set office hours –" he started out sharply, before cutting himself off as he narrowed his bronze eyes at her. Then he scowled and took a menacing step towards her. "You! You're that girl with that rebel crew –"

This time, it was Ezra who cut him off, looking unworried and wearing a mischievous smirk. "Ah, ah, Agent! You don't have any weapons on you, and even if I'm still learning, I still have the Force behind me to use against you."

Kallus paused in his steps towards her, scowling heavily. "And how do you know for sure, that I don't have any weapons on me?"

"Standard academy rules," she drawled playfully. "No weapons allowed in the academy, faculty included. And in your fitted black outfit, missing your usual Bo-Rifle, you have nothing to hide," her smirk widened and she gazed obviously at him in an appreciative way that had him become taken aback and uncomfortable, not sure how to take this new turn of events and her strange attitude towards him.

"What do you want?" Kallus straightened up, gathering his dignity and looking coolly at her.

"Let's make a deal," Ezra rocked on the balls of her feet, now fully committed to her game. "I have information about your little project on Lothal. I won't leak it out to the others and I won't involve Minister Tua, though I already have set the means to do so, if something were to happen to me."

Kallus sneered at that, but kept quiet.

"I won't do so if you accept my conditions," she said simply.

"What do you want?" he spat out, glaring at her.

"I'm going to be here for a while," she admitted to him. "I don't know how long I'll be stuck here for this assignment, but I need something to stop me from being bored. For the duration of my stay…why don't you agree to be my slave?"

She expected his bronze eyes flashing angrily, and for him to start towards her in anger. Gathering her calm and trying not to be nervous, she focused on the Force and successfully held him in place. Well, well. Looks like she found incentive and a practice target for her when she needed to practice all the Force stuff she had to learn, especially things like what she just did and usually had trouble doing.

"It's either that or that project goes out of your hands," Ezra dramatically sighed, glancing at him. "It'll be in private, so don't worry. In your office, some mornings, some lunch, sometimes after academy days…Well?"

She let go of Kallus, but he still looked disgruntled. However, to her surprise, he nodded jerkily, though he still glared at her.

"Very well. I accept your terms," he growled angrily.

"Fantastic!" she clapped her hands once in excitement. "We'll start tomorrow morning. I'd like to have a few meilooruns as breakfast, if you don't mind."

"You're a local. You know fair well that meilooruns don't grow on Lothal and are rare around here," he snapped at her.

She waved her hand dismissively. "And I know even better that you Imperials import them here, so save a few for me, won't you? It should be easy for you, considering who you are."

"Fine," his lips pressed into a firm line. "Are we done?"

"Finished," she said cheerfully. "Go on and do whatever you need to do."

He turned to stride away from her, and she watched him carefully, almost like a Loth-wolf towards the prey it hunted.

"Oh, I heard you guys have your own pool!" Miss Dume –Ezra exclaimed, excitedly gazing at it.

Valen shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. "Yeah…the teachers have two pools. One for the females and the other for males. They're closed at night though."

"Oh," she said more despondently.

"I-I could take you tonight," he blushed, before thinking that this was a bad idea.

Ever since he'd met her, he didn't act like himself. Blushing, smiling, eager…those were things that he didn't do. And yet…with her…he felt right at home.

"Really?" she asked in surprise, happier than just a second ago.

"Y-yeah. Sure."

And that was how, on the very first night of his first meeting with her, he ended up sneaking her into the men's inside pool, hoping that Weylen pulled through for him and looped the video feed in there.

"So, um, this is the men's pool," he mumbled idiotically.

She looked around and began taking off her clothes, dressing down to baby blue underwear. Diving into the pool, she giggled and swam around.

"Don't just stand there! Come on in," she smiled widely at him.

"I-I'm not wearing anything I can swim in," he muttered, feeling like knocking himself on the head for wearing one of his suits he had to wear for the academy when he knew they would be going to the pool.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "So? I'm swimming in my underwear. Just swim in your clothes."

When he hesitated, she turned her back to him and began swimming the other way. Biting his lip, he jumped into the cold pool, suit and all. He swam towards her, floating gently beside her as she stopped and grinned at him.

"See? It wasn't that bad."

He hesitantly smiled back at her.

"Now for your reward," she murmured, grabbing his hand and leading it underwater. He gulped as he felt her hand lead his to her hips, sliding it under her panty's side and helping him pull it down.

Pecking his lips lightly, she smiled.

"You can keep those…and watch me swim around with just a bra."

She floated away from him and then began to swim.

He gaped, his hand clutching onto the baby blue panty he'd glimpsed only just earlier.

Started 8/6/09 –Completed 8/7/09
Revised 1/30/15 – Completed 2/1/15

A/n: So this was originally the start of a Dollhouse fic. Being that my interests aren't so much into Dollhouse (my muse was murdered brutally by FOX), I still like this idea and decided to retool it for Rebels. Hope you guys like it! Please leave a review!

EDIT 2/8: Sooo, anyone actually really interested in this? Doesn't seem like it, other than myself (sweatdrop).