Forbidden

FORBIDDEN

By Raythe

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. No money made.

PAIRING: Luke x Vader

WARNINGS: Slash/Incest/AU/Consensual Spanking

RATING: NC-17

HINTS AND STUFF: I have two words for you to describe a crucial part of this chapter: BATH SEX. Now that I’ve got your attention … SHOWER SEX … okay, really, now that you’re fully with me … you better not be racing down the pages looking for the sex scenes! You need to focus your attention HERE … yes, HERE!

Just a warning, Vader “punishes” Luke for his earlier “transgression” and it involves some consensual spanking and big time Daddykink (as if this ENTIRE work isn’t about that). Just know that there’s some kinky, twisted stuff ahead and if for some reason it just doesn’t float your boat … skip it and wait until the next sex scene where there might be something to interest you. Oh, yeah, there’s plot stuff about the spy and evil droids and … oh, just read on! You’ll see.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: THE SEDUCTION OF EMPIRE

Luke’s POV

Luke watched the icy smile cross his father’s full lips as he promised Palpatine they would return to Coruscant for a “discussion.” The Com switched back to the Bridge and Admiral Piett.

“Admiral, set a course for Coruscant,” Vader ordered.

“Yes, Lord Vader. We should be there in three standard days … unless we have engine trouble?” The last was phrased as a question.

A more genuine smile played over Vader’s lips. “No, Admiral, I think the Executor should make good time in getting back to Coruscant.”

“Understood, sir.”

The Com switched off. Vader was silent, staring at the ruin of Black Heart through the plastiglas viewport. Their bond, which had been so open since they made love, was now shut down to its smallest trickle. Luke knew Vader was deep inside himself. He wanted to reach for his father, comfort him somehow, bring him back from whatever dark place he went to after hearing his former master’s voice. But Vader seemed so distant like an isolated mountain peak, unreachable at that moment, so Luke’s hands remained at his sides, opening and closing with the desire to touch, but uncertain he should.

Vader’s voice was low, almost inflectionless, as he said, “I told you before how Palpatine had the mask and suit for me … all perfectly prepared and ready to be worn … after the battle with Obi-Wan on Mustaphar, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” Luke said softly.

“Do you understand the significance of that?” Before Luke could answer, Vader added, “It took me so long to see it. Even though it’s obvious really. I suppose I didn’t want to admit it. I had … admired him once. Thought he cared for me, but …”

“What did you figure out, Father?”

“That he knew.”

Luke felt a trickle of fear and dismay run up his spine. Whatever Vader was going to tell him was going to be awful. “Knew?”

“Palpatine knew all along I was going to be burned, destroyed physically and mentally, my family gone from me … and he never warned me. Instead … he urged me towards that fate.”

Luke felt horror rise up in him. How could someone send another to such a fate as his father had endured? And why? Luke’s hands moved of their own accord and he gripped his father’s waist as if Palpatine had the power to come and hurt him again.

“You see, my son, he sent me to Mustaphar. A planet where the ground is more liquid rock than solid. Volcanoes, superheated steam vents … lava everywhere. He insisted I go down to the planet’s surface even though he must have had visions of me being roasted alive … visions strong enough for him to prepare for that eventuality.”

Vader’s amber eyes finally left the viewport and turned to look at Luke. He ran his hands through Luke’s hair so gently as if the boy were made of the most fragile glass.

Vader continued, “I went down to Mustaphar’s surface eagerly. Wanting to kill the Jedi there with my own hands.”

Luke stifled the gasp that wanted to break from his lips. “But why?”

“Because with each one of their deaths I grew stronger in the Dark Side … or so I believed. Each one of their deaths meant I was that much closer to being able to save my family … save you … from the fate I foresaw.”

Vader’s fingers stroked down Luke’s cheeks. The boy could feel the softness of the new flesh on his father’s fingertips and the gentleness Vader still used thinking it was his heavy metal prosthetics that could do harm with the slightest miscalculation.

“I had visions for months prior to that time of Padme’s death and … yours. It was just like the visions I’d had of my mother dying … the ones that I had ignored until it was too late for her. That vision had come true so I thought … this one would as well.”

Luke shook his head. “You thought that the Dark Side could save us?”

“Yes. Remember that Palpatine told me that a practitioner of the Dark Side had been able to stop death, to even bring those long dead back to life.” Vader’s hands slid down to Luke’s shoulders and stilled. “Now that I see your abilities … well, as I’ve said before, I now know that no Dark Side user could do what you do. Yet I was grasping at straws back then. The visions gave me no rest … no peace. And the Jedi … they were no help. I could not tell them about my fears for you specifically, but … even when I spoke of my fears in general terms, they merely lectured me on how fear and attachment led to the Dark Side.”

Vader smiled, but it was a forlorn thing, bitter. His lips twisted. He sat down on the edge of the bed, drawing Luke between his legs. He rested his ear against Luke’s heart as if drawing comfort from hearing it beating. The boy slipped his arms around Vader’s neck.

Vader’s words though soft seemed to fill the whole room. “It really came down to a simple choice: do I save my family and follow Palpatine and the Dark Side … or do I continue with the Jedi and accept that all those I truly care for will die?”

Luke squeezed his eyes shut and tightened his grip on his father. So much pain and anger. The fury was still there at the Jedi twenty years later and fresher rage bloomed towards Palpatine. ‘But do I really blame him for the anger or turning to the Dark Side? Faced with the choice of losing him or … destroying others, wouldn’t I make the same decision?’ Just for a moment, Luke had a flash of the figure on the sand that had shown on the Archive. He quickly thrust it aside. It made him feel sick.

“Then everything went wrong,” Vader said, his lips brushing against Luke’s chest as he spoke. “I hurt Padme … hurt you and … lost a battle with Obi-Wan I should have easily won. I was the cause of the horrible future I tried so hard to avoid.”

Part of Luke wanted to just drowned in the sensation of having Vader so close, ignore the horrors he spoke of. But the sweet caress of Vader’s breath, the touch of his hands, the shifting of his silken hair against Luke’s skin was not enough to distract the boy from his father’s words.

Vader continued, “I am responsible for what I did, for my part in the fate that befell me, your mother … and you. But behind me, like a malignant spider, Palpatine prodded, pushed, insinuated … moved me about like I was a chess piece. He wanted me a ruin: unable to breathe without his leave, no family, no friends, nothing but him and the Dark Side.”

Luke shivered. For a moment, he saw the Emperor as his father knew him to be: whitish yellow skin, a hooded brow, too deeply set eyes, and spindly, cancerous frame, more skeleton than flesh underneath his robes. The man was a walking example of physical corruption. Vader stroked the soft skin of Luke’s sides to still his trembling.

Vader’s voice became more certain though softer as he said, “I am telling you this … not to excuse what I did. But to explain … to help you understand … what I intend to do in the future.”

Luke pulled back so that he could see his father’s beautiful face. The amber eyes were glowing softly with the otherworldly light of the Dark Side. ‘The color is like the heart of a fire. Why did I never notice that before?’

“What are you trying to say, Father?”

Vader grasped the folds of Luke’s towel and slipped it off of him. The cool air caressed his flesh like Vader’s hands did as they framed Luke’s slim waist and stroked the tender skin that covered his hipbones. Luke’s breathing sped up. He felt the first stirrings of arousal even as internally he shouted at himself to focus on what his father was about to tell him. He feared he already knew what it was.

Vader gave emphasis to each and every word as he said, “I am going to destroy him, Luke. Utterly. Completely. Without mercy.”

And as if to distract Luke from that pronouncement, Vader kissed Luke’s sex tenderly going from tip to root. Luke tried to squirm his hips away so he could think.

“Father, please, we have to t-talk about t-this …”

Vader’s eyes blazed up at his son with such desire and darkness that Luke found himself speechless.

“It is not up for discussion, my son. It is what is going to happen. I am just trying to … prepare you. I urge you to accept it, because it will be no matter what.”

Vader then went back to nuzzling Luke’s stomach, kissing and licking the valleys of his abdominal muscles. The boy felt those muscles tremble under the sensual assault. The Dark Lord stood up slowly and as he did he brushed his lips and hands all the way up Luke’s chest, over the hollow at the base of Luke’s throat, and along the curve of his neck, until he pressed his mouth in a soft kiss against Luke’s ear.

“I am going to take the Empire from him, my son.”

Vader sucked on Luke’s right ear lobe causing the boy to gasp.

“You and I will … rule together.”

A lick along the cusp of that ear and Luke trembled.

“Bringing order … peace … and prosperity to the Universe.”

Vader fisted his hands in Luke’s hair, holding the boy’s head in place. Then he leaned in so that their lips were a mere half inch apart.

“And that is only the beginning, Luke. There is no limit to what we can accomplish together.”

Vader closed the distance between them and began devouring Luke’s mouth until the boy felt lightheaded from lack of air. Vader pulled back only to rest his forehead against Luke’s. The boy’s eyes fluttered shut as his father’s breath caressed his face.

Vader sent Luke images over their bond: the roar of the crowd calling to them as they brought peace and justice to the Universe – the Rebellion ended and institutions put in place to consider their concerns, but a strong ruling hand to keep order and the governmental process moving; the cheers of the throng as they wiped out slavery and corruption – people like Joran and his mother freed of the oppressive yoke of slavers and scavengers like the Hutts; and the cries of pure joy that eliminating the ravages that disease and desolation brought – no world being too poor to afford precious bacta due to exorbitant tariffs by unscrupulous merchants.

And then there was a final image: his father’s face in his mind’s eye, glowing with love and need, extending his hand to Luke as he once had on the towers of Cloud City … ‘rule with me … let me show you what can be … this is our Destiny …’

Luke trembled under the onslaught of images. But it was the last that undid him. ‘I made a mistake in leaving him on Bespin. Letting my fear and denial get in the way. Maybe if we are together … we can keep each other from letting power corrupt us.’

“Luke, are you with me?” His father’s voice was whispery and sounded so painfully uncertain.

“Yes, I’m with you … always.”

There was a muffled sound from Vader, almost like a cry cut short, and Luke felt his father open their bond wide again. An old hurt in Vader flared across their bond; a hurt caused by Padme’s inability to trust his father, to share his father’s vision, to even consider his father’s way before she betrayed him to Obi-Wan. Luke watched as some of that red-black rage and pain inside his father was healed by Luke’s acceptance.

“I know that you’re still concerned, but Luke … I will show you in time that those things are possible. They are not just fairy tales, but things we can accomplish together.” Vader sounded so eager … so young to Luke’s ears as if this was something he had been saving up to say to someone for a very long time. Had no one believed in his father?

Luke only nodded, unsure of his voice at that moment. His father’s happiness spread over him like warm honey. Vader peppered his face with small kisses that tickled and finally made him laugh out loud as his father placed the last one on his nose.

“I think its time we enjoy that bath together, don’t you?” A luminous smile lit Vader’s face making him even more beautiful than Luke had ever seen him.

“Yes.”

As Vader drew him into the steamy bathroom, his father’s skin cool except for where it touched Luke’s, the boy thought, ‘Please let my love and trust keep him warm. Let the power over the Empire be enough to satisfy the Darkness in him.’

Vader’s POV

Giddy. Vader could not remember the last time he felt giddy with happiness. Had he ever? But that was what he felt now. Something that was tight and hard and icy in his soul had melted when Luke had agreed to his plans. Even though Luke knew of the blackness within him, the boy was willing to trust in his vision. No one had ever done that before, not Obi-Wan, certainly not the Council, and not even Padme in the end. Palpatine had pretended to, but only so he could maneuver Vader into participating in his own plans; always promising that Vader’s ideas would be put in place … later.

The Dark Lord lightly clasped the boy’s hand and guided him into the bathroom. The room was dimly lit by light crystals in troughs that lined the ceiling. The walls and floor were covered in earthy colored stone slabs with no visible joints. To their right was a pool of steaming, frothing water big enough for two. To their left was an encased plastiglas shower with multiple jets to hit every part of their bodies. It was to the last that Vader took Luke.

When the boy sent a questioning glance towards the bath, Vader explained. “Let’s wash off first then we can … soak.”

Vader’s hands went to the belt at the waist of his robe. He felt Luke’s admiring eyes on his back as he undid the sash and let the robe slide off of him, to puddle on the floor. An unaccustomed blush heated his cheeks as he heard his son take in a harsher breath as his nakedness was revealed. ‘To be so desired by him. To be thought … beautiful … how strangely wonderful.’

He turned around so that Luke could see his front: the heavy sex that was already beginning to harden, the tightly defined pectoral and abdominal muscles, and the sweep of moon-pale skin that covered it all. Luke’s eyes seemed to devour him. Vader’s did the same for Luke’s lithe muscular form. The boy was perfect. Golden skin stretched taut across rigid muscle, the sweet cock already filling and rising up towards his belly and the whole, beautiful package surrounded by dark blonde curls that Vader longed to touch.

“It seems we are both pleased with each other’s appearance,” Vader said softly with a smile curving his lips as he opened the shower door for them. “Or are you just admiring your handiwork?”

Luke’s head jerked up from where he was fixated on Vader’s cock, a blush blooming on his cheeks and trailing down his neck, having been caught staring.

“You are … lovely, amazing, take my breath away,” Luke said with a swallow.

“I was going to say the same thing about you,” Vader said and offered his hand to Luke again.

Somehow it felt right to guide and protect Luke in every aspect of their lovemaking, to teach the boy the joys of their bodies, and erase the shame of desire that Luke carried due to Owen’s provincial and destruction beliefs. He shoved away the anger that even thinking of Owen brought and the sense of frustration that he had not been there to protect his son. He wanted nothing to distract him from worshipping the boy’s body.

He reached for the knobs to adjust the temperature and spray for the shower heads. Once satisfied, he turned them on fully. Warm gushes of water rushed over his shoulders, while other jets massaged his thighs and calves. Vader closed his eyes and tilted his head back to just enjoy the sensation of water running over his naked body. He smoothed his wet curls back from his face and wiped water from his eyes. When he looked down at Luke, he saw that the boy was watching him, a look of quiet happiness on his face. Vader lifted one eyebrow up.

“It’s so wonderful to see your joy at the small things,” Luke said in answer to Vader’s unasked question.

“Believe me, Luke, what you’ve given me … this freedom … is not small.”

Vader slid his arms around Luke’s shoulders and held the boy close for a moment. The water ran over and between them in hot torrents, relaxing muscles, soothing nerves. He reached for a loofa and the scented cleansing gel he’d particularly had his droid acquire that had reminded him of his son.

“Now, we will wash each other,” Vader instructed as he handed Luke the loofa and squeezed some of the pearly green gel on it.

Luke delicately sniffed the gel and a broad smile lit his face. “It smells of Kilmarian apples. I love this scent. Am I … to wash you first?”

“I thought you might enjoy getting a chance to explore my body,” Vader said and stood with his arms loosely at his sides and his legs slightly parted, giving Luke full access to him.

The heightened flush on Luke’s cheeks and the pleasure Vader felt from his son over their bond told him he’d guessed right to let Luke do this act. Though the boy had a chance to touch him during their lovemaking, he hadn’t really gotten the opportunity to get to know Vader’s body, to touch, taste and feel whatever he liked. He wanted Luke to feel absolutely comfortable with his form. It would help as they went further in their pleasure lessons.

Luke tentatively began making soft strokes with the loofa over Vader’s pectoral muscles. The touches were so gentle that they tickled and Vader was biting his lower lip to stop from laughing. Luke noticed and grew flustered. Vader caught Luke’s wrist as his child was about to stop washing him.

“I’m sorry, young one, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that your touches are tickling me. Make them a little stronger … I am not made of glass,” Vader said and demonstrated.

His hand covered Luke’s and he moved Luke’s hand and the loofa over his chest with slightly more pressure. He only reluctantly let go as he realized he was leading Luke’s towards his hard, aching sex. This was to be Luke’s show, not his. The boy grew bolder on his own though. Luke reached up with his free hand and ran the palm down Vader’s soap-slick chest, gliding a thumb over one of Vader’s coffee-colored nipples. Vader hissed appreciatively and his eyes hooded.

Luke reached up and framed Vader’s throat with his hands. The Dark Lord arched his head back. Luke’s fingers carded through his wet locks at the base of his neck and the sensitive skin the hair covered. Vader groaned as the slightly scratchy surface of the loofa was followed by the silkiness of his son’s flesh with each pass. The boy washed and massaged his shoulders and arms. Vader’s breathing sped up with each tantalizing touch. His sex was hot and dripping precum. He watched as a pearly drop left the tip and hit the shower stall’s floor only to mix with the water and swirl down the drain.

Even over the scent of the gel and the clean rush of water, he could smell both his and Luke’s musky arousals. His nostrils flared as he looked down at his son’s cock. It was curved up high and tight against his belly. Luke’s irises were blown wide and he licked his lips as he began to wash Vader’s sides. Vader couldn’t help but cant his hips forward to try and encourage the boy to touch his needy sex.

Then Luke dropped to his knees.

Vader groaned at the sight. He could hardly breathe as he remembered fucking his son’s mouth in the lift the other day. How the boy had just yielded to him and looked up at him with adoring eyes as his sweet pink mouth took his father’s cock down to the hilt. Would his son let him do it again, here, with the water running all over them? There was an impish smile on his son’s face and Vader knew he wasn’t the only one thinking of that experience. So when Luke began to massage and wash his thighs and calves, not even looking at his cock, Vader growled. The boy’s smile grew.

“Turn around, Father,” Luke said as he sat back on his haunches looking up at Vader, a coy expression lighting his face.

“Why?”

“I have to wash your back.”

“You haven’t finished washing my front, Luke,” Vader mock snarled and thrust his hips forward.

Luke’s eyes flicked to Vader’s dripping, aching sex. The boy’s lips opened and he licked them unconsciously. Dragging his gaze from his father’s cock, Luke answered, “I’m saving that for last.”

“You are driving me to distraction on purpose, child of my heart. Teasing me is dangerous,” Vader said and turned his back on his impish boy.

He braced himself against the wall with his hands and spread his legs wide. The child was making him crazy with lust. ‘Does he want to make me so in need that I grab him and take him over the side of the tub?’ He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips then. The boy probably did want that or at least would after Vader showed him the pleasure of it.

Luke began washing the back of him down by his feet and slowly inching up his legs. Vader shivered slightly as he felt the delicate brush of his son’s soapy hands along his inner thighs. Then they reached higher and massaged the place right behind his balls. Vader knees shook and he gritted his teeth.

Luke said, “Your skin is so soft here. So supple.”

He pushed up against the perineum again and Vader let out a gasp. Luke’s fingers glided back to his ass and began to massage his powerful buttocks. Though Luke drew the loofa down the crease and cleaned him rather thoroughly, the boy made no attempt to breach him with his fingers.

Vader wondered if Luke would want to take him as well. He had been breached for the first time when he was fifteen. For a moment he frowned as that age didn’t sound right and yet he was sure it had to be. He shook the sensation off. Vader had discovered from that experience … whenever it had happened … that he preferred to be the one taking rather than taken, but Luke deserved to have a chance to experience both, too. And Vader wasn’t willing to let the child go elsewhere to discover it. The boy either didn’t know he was allowed or was more interested in other activities, because his hands slid up to Vader’s lower back.

Luke ran his hands along Vader’s spine. He rubbed and caressed the broad planes of Vader’s muscled back. The child placed tender kisses at the base of his skull. Vader felt his shoulders drop down in appreciation as Luke grabbed the shampoo and began massaging his head as he washed his hair. He hissed as his hot sex brushed against the cooler shower walls when Luke moved his head into the spray to rinse out the suds from his hair. Luke grasped his shoulder and turned him around again. ‘Finally! He will touch me.’

Vader’s anticipation turned to surprise when Luke took Vader’s right hand and turned it face up. He squirted some of the gel into Vader’s palm. The boy’s breathing and heart rate sped up as he did this and Vader wondered what it was that his son was planning. Oddly, the boy was able to block his thoughts over their bond. Luke sank down to his haunches again in front of him. The boy licked his lips and placed his hands on his thighs, gripping the lean muscles there. Vader watched with hungry eyes as his son’s cock bobbed slightly with every movement. Luke’s eyes never left Vader’s face.

“Father … would you … would you pleasure yourself for me?”

Vader’s eyes widened. The request so softly made seemed to reverberate around him. His sex quivered at the sound of his child’s voice. His mind conjured up the image of jacking himself off while his son knelt in front of him, watching every moment, practically worshipping the act.

Vader gripped his sex firmly by the root as he asked, “Do you have any other requests while I masturbate for you, my son?”

Luke closed his eyes and swallowed deeply. When he opened them, his pupils were so expanded with desire that almost all the blue was lost except for a narrow ring of iris.

“Speak … speak to me. I want to hear your voice as you … touch yourself.”

“What should I say? Perhaps how you look to me right now? On your knees … thighs spread … cock hard and sweet …” Vader stroked his own aching cock just once and brushed his thumb over the leaking head.

Luke blushed, but his eyes remained riveted on Vader’s hand as he glided it up and down his plump, long cock. The gel, water and his precum make his hand slide easily along his length.

“You are the picture of … pure, unadulterated desire, young one. You make me imagine thrusting my cock in your mouth … your mouth that’s meant to be stretched around my cock and only mine.”

Luke gave out a breathy moan and rubbed his hands on his thighs, just barely brushing the sides of his erect sex. Vader slowed down his strokes, squeezing at the root to stop himself from coming first. He wanted the boy to be unable to resist touching himself. He wanted Luke to cum first.

“But thinking of being in your mouth, my beautiful boy … makes me think how much better it would be to be in your ass … so small … so hot … it clenched around my cock like a scabbard fit for my blade …”

“Oh, Father …”

Luke took in deep shuddery breaths. He grasped his own cock and began to stroke. A smile curled the Dark Lord’s lips. The boy’s movements were frantic, his mouth parted, lips wet with saliva, a flash of pink tongue as the boy stroked even faster. Vader heard his son’s harsh pants over the patter of the spray hitting the floor.

“I’m going to spread you open on the side of the tub, Luke … and I’m going to slide right inside of you in … one sweet push … till I’m in you balls deep.”

“Oh!”

“I’m going to pound into your sweet hole … and I’m going to cum deep, deep inside you. And you’ll be mine.”

“YES!”

His son began to shake as his orgasm hit. Long ropes of cum spurted up from Luke’s sex and coated his stomach and thighs. The vision Luke presented, his knees spread wide, his spent cock still twitching in his half-closed hand, the creamy liquid splashed against that golden skin, sent Vader over the edge. He felt his balls tighten and heat shoot through them.

Just as his cum began to pour from him, Luke moved and let Vader’s seed spill on his arched throat. Luke shifted closer, opening his mouth to catch as much of his father’s semen as he could. As the last spurt left Vader, Luke grasped his father’s quivering cock. He began suckling the now spent sex. Vader actually whimpered as Luke tongued the slit, devouring every last bit of cum from his father’s body. Finally, he had to push the child gently off the sensitive organ. Luke helped Vader slide down to the floor, utterly spent from the orgasm.

The shower’s spray washed both clean of their mixed semen all too soon. Vader grabbed the bottle of gel and spread some on Luke’s back. With slow, careful strokes, he began to wash his boy. His hands glided over his child’s tender flesh. Luke was still so gone from his orgasm that he was almost limp under Vader’s touches. But he made soft mews as Vader cleaned his cock, balls and his sweet opening. Vader drew Luke between his legs and against his chest to wash his hair. As he rinsed Luke’s hair under the spray, the boy perked up more. He started to pet Vader’s thighs with gentle touches.

“Let’s continue this in the bath,” Vader murmured in Luke’s ear and the boy nodded eagerly.

He helped Luke to his feet and turned off the shower spray. Luke was already sitting on the edge of the steaming tub, playing with the jets that lined the large tub’s sides, waiting for him when he turned around.

“It seems so decadent … to have so much water,” Luke said with a smile.

“That’s the desert child in you coming out. I admit I still feel the same way sometimes. Old habits die hard,” Vader said as he slid into the tub.

The heat of the water and the pumping of the underwater jets against his skin made him let out a soft groan of pleasure. He spread his legs wide and offered a hand to help Luke into the tub. With the boy securely ensconced between his thighs, Vader began nuzzling the back of Luke’s head. He sucked on the soft skin at the base of his skull, but not hard enough to leave a mark. He didn’t want anything to mar that lovely flesh. Luke maneuvered himself so that Vader’s hardening cock was positioned between his ass cheeks. He moaned softly as Vader grasped his hips and lifted Luke up and down slightly, so his cock was sliding along that welcome crevice.

“Are you going to … to do what you said earlier?” Luke gasped out.

Vader pressed his lips to Luke’s ear and asked, “Which part?”

He felt Luke’s blush heat the boy’s cheeks. “The … the over the side of the tub … thing … taking me … like that.”

“You want that, do you? You want me inside of you so soon?”

“Yes,” Luke said and squirmed backwards against Vader’s rigid staff.

“Are you sure you aren’t too sore for that? I took you fairly gently before, but … my cock is not small … nor is your opening so large, Luke.”

Luke turned around in his arms, looking up at his through golden lashes almost demurely. “I … I healed myself … earlier. So I don’t hurt. Do you think that’s … that’s an abuse of the Force?” The last burst out of Luke’s mouth in a breathy whisper.

Vader couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. “No, or if it is a minor one … one that would always be forgiven. I didn’t … you weren’t too hurt were you?”

Luke shook his head. “Just sore. Normally sore, I think, nothing major. I just wanted to … to be ready to make love again with you … soon.”

Vader framed Luke’s face with his hands. “It’ll be like taking you as a virgin all over again … each time.”

He covered Luke’s mouth with his own drawing the boy’s tongue out to suck upon it. Luke moaned into his mouth. Vader enclosed him in a tight embrace, loving the feel of all that naked warm skin pressed against his own. The boy rubbed hungrily against him.

“I think I have unleashed a monster,” Vader chuckled.

“Can’t help it … want you so badly.”

The boy’s eyes were dilated and his lips were wet and swollen. He was a picture of debauched innocence. Vader captured Luke’s mouth again in a searing kiss.

“Then I won’t make you wait any longer.”

Luke turned around fully and straddled Vader’s thighs. Vader grasped both their hardening members in one hand and stroked gently while his other hand slipped underneath Luke’s ass. He lifted the boy up slightly and slid one finger into the tight hole. Luke mewled and pushed down onto his hand.

“Gently, my son, I do not wish to hurt you.”

“I know. You won’t.” Luke covered his father’s face with soft kisses. “I want you inside me, Father. I want to be a part of you again.’

“Yes, Luke, you shall have all you want. Even though you were very … naughty … earlier.”

Vader slid his finger deeper into Luke, crooking it to find Luke’s pleasure spot. He knew he hit it when the boy shuddered in his arms.

“Father … what … what do you mean?”

“When you were in here … touching … what is mine. And then … disobeying … me when I ordered you to cease and desist such … trespass.”

Luke’s breathing became deeper as he studied Vader’s perfectly impassive face. He lowered his head slightly and pushed his swollen cock against Vader’s belly.

“I … I did not mean to disobey you, Father.”

“But you did, my little wanton, and I think that requires some … punishment,” Vader said.

“Oh … Father … please … no.” Luke trembled against him.

Vader checked their bond to make sure it wasn’t real fear and was only excitement. Satisfied that Luke understood he was completely safe, Vader proceeded.

“I promise after your … punishment … I will take you like you want me to,” he breathed into Luke’s ear and the boy gasped. “Will you submit to my will in this? Accept your punishment?”

Luke turned his head so that they were looking eye to eye. He said so softly, “Make me.”

Vader grinned. “As you wish.”

The Dark Lord’s Force powers leapt to life at the challenge. He bound his son’s hands behind his back with Force tendrils. Luke moaned and tightened his thighs over his father’s legs.

“What … what are you going to … to do to me, Father?”

Vader didn’t answer him. Instead he pushed Luke backwards so that the boy’s chest and peaked pink nipples were exposed to his view. Vader leaned down and bit gently the right nipple. Luke hissed through his teeth. Vader felt the boy’s cock twitch against his stomach. He licked the tasty nub and blew cool air over it. He moved over to the other nipple. Luke tensed. Vader’s tongue traced the areola but did not touch the peaked bit of flesh that jutted out from Luke’s smooth flesh.

“Please, Father …”

“Please, what, child?”

Luke shook his head and pressed his sweet lips together as if to keep the words inside of him from slipping out again. Vader traced Luke’s hipbones with his fingertips as he contemplated what to do next. Using the Force, Vader turned Luke around and laid him half over the side of the tub, his pert buttocks up in the air. The boy yelped as his hot sex was pressed against the cooler marble of the tub’s side. Luke looked over his shoulder at Vader, his eyes wide and confused, but shaded with desire. Vader rubbed soothing circles over the small of Luke’s back.

Then he pulled his hand back and smacked Luke’s left buttock.

The boy’s body jerked forward more in surprise than pain. Vader knew he would feel a sting, but little more from his touch. A gasp exited Luke’s mouth. Luke’s wide blue eyes looked back at him.

“That was for being such a bad child … touching your sweet cock without my permission.”

Vader went back to rubbing Luke’s back. The boy’s buttocks clenched together at his touch. A trace of pink tinged the left buttock. Luke saw him pull his arm back again and tried to squirm away. But Vader used the Force to keep him still.

“Don’t, Daddy!”

The ‘Daddy’ made Vader shut his eyes. His raised hand trembled. Desire and something more … primal shook him. Just for a moment, he could see Luke as a small child, running towards him on stubby little legs, small chubby arms stretched out in front of him, calling out for Vader, wanting to be picked up in his arms and swung around. ‘My son … never hurt you. Don’t want you to fear me ever again.’

“Do you really want me to stop, little one?” Vader asked as he opened his eyes, fully ready to release his son and sooth any hurt he’d caused. “This is only a game. We can end it right now and never do it again. I won’t be angry. I thought it would please you.”

Luke shook his head, a smile lighting his eyes. “Don’t stop. This is … so good, Father. We need a word … something that I can say and you’ll know I really mean to stop.”

The tension in Vader eased. “A safe word … yes, of course. It must be something that you wouldn’t ordinarily say.”

“Wookie!” Luke supplied then shrugged at Vader’s confused smile. “It’s unlikely that I’ll shout it out in a moment of passion.”

“Quite,” Vader said. “Now where were we? Ah, yes … punishing you.”

The boy tried to move his bound hands down to cover his buttocks. Vader tightened the Force tendrils around his wrists and slid more around his thighs. He used those tendrils to spread Luke’s legs wide so that his pucker was just barely exposed. The boy hissed at the stretch, but did not say the safe word.

Vader raised his hand and slapped the right buttock this time, letting his fingers linger and slide down the crease, passing over the pink pucker. The boy moaned and pushed his sex against the side of the tub. Vader could feel arousal coming off of his son in waves. Luke’s sex painted the side of the tub with precum. Vader didn’t want their play to end prematurely. He wound a Force tendril around the base of Luke’s cock.

“Are you beginning to see how wrong you were to disobey me, my child?”

“I can touch myself if I wish to,” Luke said, tossing his head slightly, trying to look haughty. “You have no right to punish me for it.”

“Oh? We will see if you still believe that after I’m done,” Vader growled.

He gave several sharp slaps to each butt cheek, leaving them slightly rosy. The boy at first gritted his jaw and refused to cry out. Only when Vader aimed one blow against his opening did he let out a stuttered shout. Blue eyes, slightly misty with tears, turned to look at him. Vader checked and saw that Luke’s cock was like an iron rod. The blows had continued to arouse him, only the Force tendril was keeping him from cumming during the play punishment.

“I’m sorry … Daddy.” The boy’s head lowered, his lashes wet.

Vader jerked at Luke using that title again. It was so perverse, but so loving as well for what they were doing. No one else would ever see this submissive side of his beautiful son. Only he would. This would be something only between them. He couldn’t help but press his own rigid cock between the hot cheeks of Luke’s buttocks and rub the tip over Luke’s opening. The boy pushed back and Vader was tempted to just thrust inside, but that would truly hurt his beloved child. He leaned forward and kissed Luke’s mouth and then the salty tears that fell as the boy shut his eyes.

“Are you … repentant … for your trespass and disobedience now, Luke?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Luke’s eyes were still downcast.

He placed his fingers under Luke’s chin and tipped the boy’s head up. “Then it is time for … pleasure, child of my heart.”

Vader used the Force to draw over some lube he had left on the vanity’s top. Luke’s eyes hungrily followed the tube. Vader popped it open and slicked his fingers.

“Do you want me to release you, my little wanton, when I take you?”

Luke shook his head. “Just if you would let my hands be in front of me.”

Vader did as requested, rebinding his boy’s hands in front of him over the side of the tub. As Vader pressed two fingers inside and began to scissor them, he looked at his son’s thighs. They were spread apart for him. The long muscles in those powerful legs, quivered in pleasure with each thrust and twist of his fingers.

“You are so beautiful like this, Luke. Spread open for me … trembling … submitting your body to whatever use I wish to make of it.”

“Only for you, Daddy. All for you.”

“Yes … all and only for me will you be like this.”

Vader slicked his cock. It felt like a firebrand in his hands. Luke looked over his shoulder at his father.

“One thrust, Father, all the way in. Just like you promised me.”

Vader didn’t trust himself to speak. Desire clawed up his throat. He needed to be inside Luke. Needed it so badly he couldn’t stop himself from grasping Luke’s hips firmly, centering the tip of his blood-flushed cock against the still tiny opening, and plunging inside. Luke’s back arched, a thin wail exiting his lush mouth. Vader cried out as well as the heat and tightness of his son’s passage gripped his cock almost in a vise. He remained still, his balls pressed tight against Luke’s opening, willing his son’s spasming hole to relax.

“Listen to my voice, Luke,” Vader whispered.

The boy was breathing heavily, his cock had wilted slightly, but when Vader reached around and grasped it, the member perked up.

“Relax your muscles, my son. Relax … so I can move and give you pleasure.”

Luke nodded and let out a gasping moan. Vader felt the muscles in Luke’s passage release slightly. He rocked forward, hoping to brush against the boy’s prostate. He was rewarded when Luke moaned in pleasure, and pushed his pert bottom back against Vader.

“Oh, yes, little one … open for me … receive me … let me love you …”

“Daddy … yes! Ooooh …”

Vader was able to slide out several inches and thrust back in. With each successive thrust, he was able to pull farther back until only the head of his plump cock was in Luke’s passage and then he was slamming back in until his balls were slapping against Luke’s buttocks. Luke met his every inward push. They were both panting and crying out with each movement. The water rushed around their legs. The heat of it nothing though compared to the heat between them.

Vader buried his face in Luke’s still damp hair. He moved his lips through the curling strands until they were resting on the sweet flesh of his neck. The boy mewled as Vader bit down lightly on the sensitive skin. He released the Force tendril that restrained Luke’s cock. The boy gasped and arched against him. Musky seed exploded from his son’s sex as Vader purposefully hit Luke’s prostate again and again with short quick thrusts of his cock. The clenching of Luke’s passage around his cock was too much and Vader orgasmed. His cum flooded against the boy’s prostate and Luke was literally shaking at the sensation. Luke’s passage milked every last drop of semen from Vader’s sex.

Vader came to lying over Luke’s back, having lost his senses for a moment. That had never happened to him before. Vader smiled. He removed the Force tendrils from around Luke’s tender limbs. He carefully got up, pulling his cock out of his son’s passage. The boy moaned softly as Vader’s cock popped out of his anus. Vader watched as his cum trickled out of the pucker and down Luke’s thighs. There was no sign of blood. Vader slid back down into the frothing water, drawing Luke down with him. The boy lay limply against his chest, his head pillowed against Vader’s shoulder. Vader carefully trickled water over Luke’s chest and arms, keeping that flesh wet and warm. The boy smiled sleepily.

“Love you so, Luke.”

“Love you, Father.”

Luke was quiet for a minute then shifted around in Vader’s arms to face him. The Dark Lord saw a question in Luke’s eyes and the way Luke bit his lower lip worried him.

“It was all right what we did, Luke. There was nothing wrong with it. Nothing wrong with enjoying it or wanting it.”

“I … I really liked it … I … you don’t mind that I wanted that?”

“No, child of my heart. I really liked it myself … in case you didn’t notice.”

Luke smiled, but still continued to worry his lower lip with his teeth. Vader pressed a fatherly kiss to Luke’s temple.

“You were right,” Luke said suddenly.

“Hmmm?”

“Uncle Owen’s voice … it’s fading. I’m hearing yours instead in my mind.”

“I’m glad, Luke. You’re safe with me. We can do anything together and there is no shame in it.” He would repeat those words as often as Luke needed to hear them.

The boy leaned up and kissed Vader chastely on the mouth. There was a mischievous smile on Luke’s face.

“When you say anything … you really mean it?”

“Yes, why? What are you thinking, my little wanton?”

Luke’s cheeks blushed a becoming rose color and the boy’s bright blue eyes dropped down to study Vader’s chest.

“I’ve had this … fantasy, I guess you could say … about … well, playing a Rebel prisoner that you’ve captured and … you … you taking me in a Detention cell.”

His son’s eyes flickered up to his face when Vader said nothing. Uncertainty was spiking through those blue depths and Vader realized he had to speak.

“I think I can arrange that fantasy to come true, my child.”

Luke’s expression immediately brightened and he kissed Vader eagerly again. The truth behind Vader’s immediate speechlessness was that the very thought of taking his son in one of the cells sent arousal pumping through his system. He was already planning which cell they could use. ‘It cannot be one that has been occupied for some time or that someone was hurt in. He’ll sense that. I think I know just the one.’

“How long have you had this fantasy, Luke?”

The boy shifted in his arms slightly. “Since … since I saw you in person on the Death Star for the first time. Force … that sounds so awful, doesn’t it?”

“What do you mean?” Vader kissed the top of his son’s head not putting together what meeting Luke was referring to.

“I’d just seen you strike down Ben and … yet the strength you exuded … the sight of you … all black against the white of the walls ...” Luke shivered. “I felt … desire. Like nothing I’d ever felt before.”

Vader caressed his son’s back, not speaking. He wished there were not so many bad memories attached to all his meetings with his child in the past. He had been so angry at Obi-Wan at that meeting that he had not realized the Jedi Master was causing him to star in some revenge show for his impressionable young son. He had almost entirely missed the Force presence of the boy until it was too late and the blast doors were closing. Cutting him off from the bewitching child he saw screaming and firing a blaster at him.

Luke continued, “Then you were striding towards me and … as angry and frightened of you as I was … part of me wanted to stay near you. To surrender and experience that strength. To know what it would be like to be in your arms … to be made to … submit.”

And Vader knew he would have made the child submit back then. Probably brought him to his quarters and taken him again and again. But it would not have been with love … not at first.

“It does not sound awful or strange to me, Luke. It sounds … honest.” Vader tightened his embrace around his child. One confession deserved another. “The sight of you that day … haunted me for months until I discovered who you were. Then I was haunted even more. So close and yet … you slipped through my fingers like a phantom. I feared you would be killed in some useless firefight for the Rebellion before I could get to you. I was frantic trying to think of ways to find you, lure you to me again. That is when I thought up Bespin.”

“Did you … care for me then? Or was I just someone you thought could help you take over the Empire?”

The way Luke was so still against him told Vader how much this answer meant to the boy. It was tempting to give him an easy excuse, but he knew the truth was what Luke needed to hear, what he deserved to hear.

Vader tried to clarify his thoughts. It was hard to know at what moment he had finally acknowledged his love and desire for his son.

“When I saw you on Bespin, I … I didn’t know what I wanted.”

“But you seemed so … sure. So certain.”

“Seemed being the operative word. I played my role of Dark Lord of the Sith to the hilt. I hid behind it.”

“But why?”

Vader let out a harsh breath. He wasn’t keen on self-analyzing, but sometimes it needed to be done and perhaps this was one of those times.

“Seeing you … unnerved me. I could glimpse my former self in you. Old dreams. Bitter memories. Things that … hurt. Which made me angry. And so I struck out at you. Told both you and myself at the same time that your importance to me was only to destroy the Emperor and take my rightful place on the throne. Not for any other reason.”

“When did it change for you? When did you feel … more than that?”

Vader concentrated on listening to Luke’s heartbeat. He had to remind himself that these things they spoke of were in the past. His child was safe in his arms. The cold, clear air of Cloud City wasn’t around them, the steamy warmth of the bathroom was.

Vader answered, “I always did feel more. I just didn’t want to admit it. But the moment when I realized that I was … ruining everything and desperately did not want that to happen … was also on Bespin.”

Luke opened and closed his sweet mouth, clearly trying to ascertain when it happened.

“It was when you let go and … fell.” Vader closed his eyes for a moment and asked a question he feared the answer of, “Did you let go on purpose, Luke? Did you think death was preferable to being with me?”

Luke touched his father’s cheek, which made Vader open his eyes. Their gazes met. Vader could almost hear an echo of Luke screaming ‘no’ when the Dark Lord told him that he was his father. The denial, the pain and rage … and deepest loss. The dream image of a perfect father shattered.

“I was afraid.”

Vader’s shoulders slumped. “Yes, of course, you were. I took your hand and—”

Luke shook his head. “Not of you. Well, not only of you. I was afraid of how much I … I wanted to be with you.”

“I don’t understand, Luke.”

Luke linked one of his hands with Vader’s. He stared at their bound hands for some time before answering Vader.

“I knew that if I took your hand … that eventually I would … give in to you, do whatever you wanted me to. And it seemed like all you wanted was for me to … fall to the Dark Side. I believed all hope would be lost for the Universe if I did that. Like Ben and Yoda had told me. I was the only hope. The last hope.”

Vader cupped Luke’s chin. The Jedi could not leave the Skywalkers to tread their own fate it seemed. He grieved that his son had felt such despair, that he had not recognized and stopped himself from pushing the boy into a corner, that he had not lured Luke to him by some other way.

Luke’s voice was soft, quiet, as he said, “So … I did the only thing I could. I let go. But then you saved me … and it was like my heart was … something in me broke. For a moment on the Falcon … when the hyperdrive was disconnected … I thought I heard your voice …”

“You did. I was calling to you. Telling you not to run from me. That I was coming.”

Luke’s brow furrowed. His eyes were unfocused as he remembered. “I … part of me … hoped we wouldn’t escape. And then … the engines kicked on and … I couldn’t feel you anymore. And I couldn’t bear that.”

“That moment when we were parted … I knew I had to find you. I knew I had … to be different. I wasn’t going to lose you again.”

“And you didn’t. You tracked me to Black Heart.” Luke smiled suddenly, the sadness retreating as he realized that Bespin was in the past. “When did you know you … desired me as I desired you?”

Vader chuckled. “I kept having visions of you … naked against black silk sheets … after Bespin. That was my first clue.”

Luke laughed softly. “Then when you saw my dream … and I thought everything was lost because of it!”

Vader brushed his lips against Luke’s temple. “Your dream made me realize my love could be reciprocated. And everything changed.” He kissed Luke long and hard.

Everything had changed. Yet it felt so familiar. So meant. Vader had an almost disturbing sense of having done this before, but it faded away like morning mist dissipating under a rising sun. Luke sank against him again. Vader shut his eyes and concentrated on enjoying the sensation of the water supporting their bodies. He could think of nothing better than spending the rest of the day in the bath or in their bed with Luke, but there was much to be done before they arrived on Coruscant.

He had to test his renewed body. Vader was loathe to trust his new powers. They were not reliable. He could still remember the frustration of not having been able to access them at the most inconvenient times on Black Heart and then … ‘losing control’ altogether. If such a thing happened on Coruscant … millions could die. The image of burning durasteel and clouds of black smoke with the backdrop of people screaming made something tighten in Vader’s chest. He would not be ruled by these new powers, he was the Master, he would control them. Which meant practice.

With a regretful sigh, Vader said, “I’m afraid duty is calling again, Luke, and I must get up.”

“You’re thinking of your confrontation with Palpatine,” Luke intuited. “That you have to prepare.”

Vader sensed no distress from Luke about this for which he was grateful. Perhaps the boy had accepted that Palpatine would be destroyed by his father’s hand.

“Yes, there is much to do.”

Luke shifted up out of his arms to stand in the bath. The water cascaded down his naked form and Vader couldn’t help but admire the wet curves of his son’s body. The boy offered him a hand up, which he accepted, now knowing that Luke was more than strong enough to lift him. Vader couldn’t help but slide his arms around his son’s shoulders and hold that beloved naked body against his. Luke made a murmured sound of happiness.

He smoothed Luke’s damp locks back from his forehead. Looking into his son’s impossibly blue eyes, Vader had a sense of peace and permanence. Facing Palpatine suddenly seemed very easy.
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Vader’s POV

Vader smoothed down the front of the black Silresian silk shirt he had slipped on. He tucked it neatly into his tight black pants, which were themselves tucked into calf-high black boots. The shirt was open at the neck, showing the hollow of his throat and just the tops of his pectoral muscles. ‘Not too revealing but … attractive.’ He laughed at himself as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. The mirror also showed Luke, twinly dressed in all sleek black, coming up behind him and sliding his arms around Vader’s slim waist.

“What are you laughing at?” Luke asked.

“My own vanity. That is all, young one,” he said, covering Luke’s hands with his own.

“You look beautiful, Father.” The boy nuzzled his open throat. “You have every right to be vain.”

“My little wanton.”

The boy grinned at the pet name. ‘Speaking of names …’ Vader was glad that Luke called him by the more formal ‘father’ out of the bedroom … ‘or bathroom as the case may be’ … because he would forever associate ‘daddy’ with making love to his son. And getting an erection while on the Bridge or in the hallway when his son merely called for him would be inconvenient.

“I was thinking that I would go see Joran and his mother,” Luke said. “I know have much to do … but do you want to come?”

“I might be able to join you later. I would like to see them both again.”

Luke’s nodded happily then his brow puckered and he frowned.

“What is it, Luke?”

“Just that I promised Joran to bring my light saber, but I gave the only hilt we had to Qui-Gon when we got off Black Heart and he’s off on some business for you. I just have our crystals,” Luke said, taking their crystals out of his pants’ pockets.

“Well, we can’t disappoint the child, now can we?”

Vader grasped Luke’s hand. Luke cocked an eyebrow up at him. Vader smiled and was about to lead the boy from their quarters to the sparring room that had a workbench where sabers could be created, when a flash of crimson caught his eye. The long red coat he had envisioned, made out of the material Luke had chosen, was lying on their bed next to all his other completed clothing. He had not had a chance to tell C-704 the design before the droid had left to see to having the rest of his clothes made. Yet here was the coat, just as he had imagined it.

“Father?”

“It is … nothing, my son,” Vader answered, but he knew it was hardly nothing.

His thoughts though were interrupted by a scratching at the back of his mind. He recognized it as Qui-Gon trying to signal him. He opened their training bond.

‘Anakin.”

His old name spoken in such familiarity had none of its sting this time.

‘Any progress on the spy, Qui-Gon?’

‘Yes, some disturbing news. I have been tracking a Force signature.’

‘A Force signature? The spy is Force sensitive?’

‘Yes, I … think so.’

‘What do you mean ‘think so’?’

‘It fades in and out. Very faint then flares to life. I experienced something like it while on a planet called Taultan. A group of assassins were using the Force in an unfamiliar way to mask their actions and intentions.’

‘That would fit with what this spy has been doing. And perhaps …’ Vader mused on his discovery about C-704. ‘I just had an interesting experience with my protocol droid …’

Vader explained about the coat.

‘So it responded to something you were thinking? As if it could pick up on your thoughts?’

‘Yes. If this spy is also a Force user of some sort this must be how he was getting into my room and taking my filters and other actions. He had my droid do it and then … then took the memory from it somehow without leaving a trace.’

‘Hmmm, maybe tracking the droid may lead me to the spy. I’ll look into that angle.’

‘Contact me the moment you discover anything.’

‘Understood.’

The bond closed down between them. Vader could not think of anyone who was so mechanically skilled or had access to his droid on a regular basis that could be a suspect. He had thought of C-704 being compromised before and had ripped the droid apart, but he had found nothing.

“Some news from Qui-Gon?” Luke asked, having sensed the contact from the other Force user though not what was said.

“Yes, I have him out tracking the spy that was destroying my filters. He has found a strange Force signature.”

“Another Force user?” Luke’s eyebrows went up.

“Palpatine has often broken the ‘rule’ of one master and one apprentice. He trains those he feels will serve him best then … destroys them when they are of no further use.” Vader’s voice darkened then he shook himself. Now was not the time. “But enough about him. Come with me.”

He led Luke out of their quarters, down a short hallway, and through a double-wide door. Luke gave a gasp of surprise and awe as they entered the sparring room. It was almost identical to one of the Executor’s hangar bays, even its size, except for two particular differences. A hundred battle droids lined the walls, ready to fight at a moment’s notice, and there were catwalks spanning the ceiling at different heights, which would be perfect for practicing Force jumps and mid-air fighting.

“What is this place?” Luke asked.

“The training room.”

Luke grinned, clearly imagining the joy of sparring in there with Vader. The Dark Lord was also looking forward to taking his son on in a friendly contest. ‘To teach him the katas … to see his liquid grace … his muscles flexing and glistening …’ Vader consciously turned off that line of thought. If he continued on in that way, he would be throwing Luke down on the training room floor.

He took Luke to the workbench that was situated in a little alcove off the main room. There were plenty of parts to create new light sabers. He offered Luke the use of the bench, but the boy shook his head.

“Father,” Luke’s head ducked down for a moment, “would you make my light saber for me?”

There was an unaccustomed feeling of tightness in Vader’s chest at the request. To be trusted with such a thing meant more than Vader was willing to admit. He would not fail this trust; he would create a perfect weapon to protect his son when he was not near. But there was something else he wished to do in order to share this feeling with his son.

“I will make your light saber, but … only if you make mine, Luke.”

One of those dawn-like smiles crossed Luke’s face as he answered, “Of course. I’d be honored to.”

Both men carefully reached for the materials they needed and began to work quickly and efficiently. The hilts came together with ease. Vader felt he had truly done his best work ever on his son’s hilt. He reached for Luke’s crystal next to his on the workbench. He slid it in until it clicked in place. He ignited the white-blue blade. It was an icy beautiful thing. He performed a few slashes with it.

At that moment he heard the thrum and hiss of another blade being ignited. It was the first time he would see his new crystal lit. He turned to look at Luke moving his blade in fluid, graceful swings. The blade was mostly black with a heart of purple and just a hint of amber at the very base. It would be almost invisible in the darkness.

The blade drew him to it.

Luke and he exchanged weapons. As soon as Vader’s hand closed on the hilt, he knew that this was the blade he was meant to wield all his life.

“Father … my hilt … its flawless!” Luke’s eyes sparkled as he hefted the hilt Vader had made for him and took a few practice swings with the blade.

“And so is mine. Luke, you did an amazing job,” Vader said as he laid the hilt on his palm with the blade lit. Not even a flicker of movement. Perfectly balanced.

The sound of the battle droids shifting down from their slots drew Vader’s attention. Luke gave a laugh and at first Vader thought the boy was controlling the droids, setting up an impromptu sparring session. One hundred pairs of red electronic eyes glowed at them. Metal maws opened and a terrible sound emerged from those throats: like the groans of the earth itself.

Luke’s smile faded and he took a few steps forward to be at Vader’s side, taking a defensive stance. His voice was low as he asked, “You didn’t turn them on, did you?”

“And neither did you, I take it.” Vader’s hand tightened on the hilt of his saber. “I think we’re going to get our chance to test out our blades, Luke.”

With another battle cry, the droids began their attack.