Unnatural Love

Disclaimer: I am just a poor student, trying to write a fanfiction. I own no part of Star Wars, nor do I make any claim to it. The universe belongs to George Lucas (or should I say Disney?). No money is being made from writing this fiction. 

 

 

A/N: I am trying to improve my writing style, to make it more descriptive, that way the activity in this fiction won't seem so run together. While this may take some time, please know that I am trying! Thank you for your patience, and for reading this fanfic. Enjoy! 

 

Chapter 14: 

Two months later: 

Vader sat at the table in the kitchen, listening to Luke and Leia converse. The past two months had been very busy, and this was the first time that Vader had been able to have a moment to relax. Palpatine had called him to Coruscant, and then had sent him off after a few days to deal with an unruly governor in the Mid-Rim. After that, there had been problem after problem that had required his attention. Not that he minded the work. Vader enjoyed having something to do. It was just the endless politics that he minded. He wasn't like Prince Xizor, who enjoyed the game of political intrigue and backstabbing. Vader would rather face his enemies in battle than plot their demise from a hidden office. Oh, he could appreciate the slyness, even engaged in it occasionally, but he was a warrior. 

Absentmindedly listening to Luke and Leia's conversation, he realized that he had missed this. He liked having them around, he liked listening to them talk to each other. He liked watching them interact. Not for the first time did he silently thank the Force for the two of them. At first, he had hated having Leia around all the time. And while she did bring back far too many memories for him, she was nice to be around. Still deep in his musings, Vader looked at the two of them. 

Twins, both of them. Yet no two twins could look more different than Luke and Leia did. Luke thought that Vader didn't know. But Vader was not a stupid man. All those years ago, he had been obsessed with discovering the name of the pilot who had destroyed the Death Star. Even with as little training as Luke had received at that time, Vader could feel the immense Force potential emanating from the mystery pilot. He had had his suspicions then, but when he discovered the name of the mystery pilot, his suspicions had been confirmed. Skywalker. There was only one man in the galaxy with that name, and it didn't take a genius to figure out whose son the boy was. Palpatine had only thought that he had been the one to reveal to Vader that Luke was his son. Not that Vader had ever disillusioned the Emperor. Let him continue to think he had been the one to tell Vader. It did no harm to anyone. And then there was Leia. Vader had met the Princess when she was a month old. Bail Organa claimed that she was hsi daughter. But Vader knew differently. Bail's wife, Queen Breha, had never been able to have children. And if she had been pregnant, Vader's late wife would have mentioned it to him. She and Bail had been good friends. So Vader found it highly unlikely that Breha had actually managed to conceive and give birth to a daughter. Especially one who looked so much like his late wife. Vader had kept his suspicions quiet though. At the time, he still believed that his child had perished along with his wife. Even so, whenever he visited Alderaan, Vader made sure to visit the young Princess. Force knew she received no attention from Bail once his wife passed away. One time he had asked Bail if he would let Leia travel with Vader on a diplomatic mission, since Leia had a strong gift for politics. Bail had yelled at Vader, and commanded him to leave; claiming that Vader would pollute his daughter. After Vader had found out about Luke, he had eventually realized that Leia was his daughter. They both had the same life-day, and the Force strength in both of them was far too great to be a coincedence. Once he had figured it out, he had meditated to make sure it was the truth. But he had never told anyone, not even his father. 

Yet gazing at both of them, he felt an immense love for his children. When his wife had died, Vader had been heartbroken. Not only had he lost his wife, but their child as well. To have them both here with him was nothing short of a miracle. Perhaps that was why Vader wanted to repair the galaxy he had helped to destroy. He didn't want to leave a broken place for his children. It hadn't taken him long to realize that, even though his children might never love him, he would do anything to protect them. They were his, and he would do whatever it took to keep them safe. 

'Leia is like her mother', Vader thought. And it was true. Leia had the dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes of her mother. She also had her face and height. Even her personality matched her mother's. Leia was as smart as a whip, articulate, elegant, brave, caring and incredibly fierce. She also had a brilliant gift for politics.Vader had no doubt that she would make a fine Empress. 

Luke was more like him. He had blonde hair, just like Vader had had as a boy. And Luke possessed the same brilliant blue eyes his father did. In fact, Luke could almost be a clone of his father, except that his hair was lighter, his height was shorter, and his voice wasn't as deep. Luke's personality was also like his father's. But Luke did have something that Vader lacked: patience. Luke knew when to wait and when to speak, when to hold his temper and when to let it loose. He was also wise, where his father was quick to act. Together, Luke and Leia were a brilliant combination. It was clear that they were perfect together, just as they were perfect for each other. They understood each other in a way no one else did, they had the same thoughts, and they knew how to play each other's strengths and complement the other's weaknesses. 

Yes, Vader was very proud of his children. He wished he could have raised them, but in reality, it was probably far better that they were raised apart from him. Yet watching them, Vader once again felt small twinges of jealousy. When his wife had died, Vader had sworn to never fall in love again. And for a long time, he had succeeded. He had slept with many women since his wife, but he had never allowed himself to fall in love with them, or even to become attached to them. Four years earlier, however, Vader realized that the oath he had secretly sworn had been broken. For he had once again fallen in love. He had never breathed a word about how he felt, nor allowed himself to betray his emotions towards the individual. He was certain that they could never return his love. And when the individual had become involved with someone else, Vader once again felt heartbreak. But he had kept it quiet. And when the Emperor had insisted he continue with the marriage to Leia, Vader had tried his best to withdraw from the arrangement, simply for the sake of the person he loved. But it hadn't worked. Now, he was bound to a woman who loved another, and the secret dream of a future with the person he loved was unattainable. For Leia loved Luke with all her heart, and Vader was completely, desperately in love with Luke. 

 

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"I contacted Prince Xizor today, to talk about the release of the two spies he holds captive," Leia said.  

"And what was his response?" Luke queried. 

"He said the only way he would release our spies was if the Alliance consented to enter into an exclusive contract with his shipping company," Leia answered. "Mon Mothma is unsure of the terms, believing that his price is far too steep for two spies." 

" I agree," Luke stated. "If it was a large number of our people, or perhaps some vital information, then I would say his price is reasonable. But an exclusive contract with his shady shipping company for two spies? Unreasonable." 

"I don't care if he has two of our men, or two hundred!" Leia said passionately. "How would you like it if someone left you to die, simply because the costs outweighed the benefits?" 

"I would expect you to put the well-being of the Alliance, and yourself, before my life." Luke camly answered. 

Breaking his long silence, Vader stated "I have to agree with Luke." 

"But how can you possibly say that?!" Leia cried. "Are their lives worth nothing?"

"Highness," Vader said, "every man and woman who joins a cause does so because they believe in it. Those spies would not have undertaken their mission if they were not prepared to die for it. They knew the risks, and they knew that the may or may not be rescued. This is war. Every one makes sacrifices. Sometimes you have to make difficult decisions for the greater good of humanity. You grew up on a pacifist planet. And Xizor knows that. He is playing to your humanitarian side. Do not let him win this game. If you agree to his terms, then yes, you will save your spies. But you don't know what they might have told him. More importantly, you have to consider the reputation of your organization. The Alliance cannot afford to get involved in Xizor's business." 

"You are a heartless monster," Leia stated, looking at Vader. 

Vader darkly laughed as he stood up and move to get a glass of water. "I have been called far worse than that, Your Highness. Think what you will of me, but know that if you value your organization, you will leave those spies to their fate and refuse Xizor's offer." With that, Vader left the room for his office, dreading the mountains of paperwork that awaited him. 

"He is right," Luke said, after Vader had left. "We cannot let the Black Sun become a part of the Alliance. And if you agree to his terms, then that is exactly what you are doing." 

"Fine," Leia sighed. "I'll do it your way. But next time, I want us to devise a better plan before we send more men into such a dangerous place." 

"Agreed. But know that no matter how foolproof a plan may seem, there will always be variables we cannot imagine," Luke cautioned. 

"How did you get so smart?" Leia teasingly asked. 

Luke good-naturedly shrugged, and leaned over to kiss Leia. "Come with me and I'll show you something else I'm good at," he whispered seductively. 

"Luke," Leia half-heartedly chided. "Vader is still here."

"So he is," Luke said, in-between placing light kisses up and down her neck. "But I don't care." 

Leia placed a finger underneath Luke's chin and brought his face up until their eyes met. "He might not be happy with it."  

"Like I said, I don't care. I want you too badly to care at this point." 

Leia laughed, and kissed him deeply, silently acquiescing to his request. Groaning, Luke stood up and pulled her into his arms. Still kissing her, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. 

Setting her gently down on the floor so she was standing, Luke framed her face with his hands as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Leia wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, and threaded her hands through his hair. Moving down to her neck, Luke placed soft kisses on her skin. While he kissed her neck, Luke started unbuttoning her shirt. Once the buttons were loose, he slipped a hand inside, and touched her soft warm skin. Placing both his hands of either of her shoulders, Luke pushed her shirt back, and slid his hands down her arms, taking her shirt with him. Once the garment had been tossed aside, Luke wrapped his arms around her and unhooked her bra. Sliding it off, he gazed at her naked upper body. Leia had a slight tan, and her skin was incredibly soft. She smelled like roses and honey, and tasted like it too. Her breasts were perfect: they were well proportioned to her body, and had a small pink areola and nipple; which at this point in time, was standing up very enticingly. Looking into her eyes, Luke lovingly kissed her again, and took her nipple in-between his fingers. He stroked it, eliciting a small moan. Breaking the kiss, he leaned down and licked the left one. After a couple flicks with his tongue, Luke took the nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. Leia's hand gripped his hair, and he moved his hand to play with her other breast. Before he continued further, however, he wrapped his arm around her waist and gently laid her on the bed. Luke quickly rid himself of his shirt before he joined her on the bed. Smiling up at him, Leia drew his face down to kiss him. She gasped as he went back to her neck and sucked her skin into his mouth, just before he licked her collarbone. Making his way down to her breasts once again, he looked at her and said, "Have I ever told you that you have the most perfect breasts in the galaxy?" 

Leia blushed and laughed. "I doubt they are the most perfect, Luke." 

"I think they are," Luke breathed, as he stroked one. Not giving her a chance to answer, he sucked her neglected nipple into his mouth. As he did, Luke ran his hands over her soft abdomen. Leaving her breasts, he kissed his way down her body. As he moved, Leia felt his unmistakable arousal. But before she could do anything, Luke had unbuttoned her pants, and slid both her pants and underwear off of her, so that she was completely naked. Giving her a smoldering look, he spread her legs and breathed in the intoxicating scent of her pussy. The smell made his desire flare, and he could barely wait to bury his cock deep inside her. Gazing at her pink pussy, Luke moved in and licked from the bottom of her pussy, past the opening and her clit and then back down again. She was dripping wet. Bringing his tongue back to her clit, he licked it with the tip of his tongue. Leia's hands gripped his hands, which were grasping her hips. Moaning, she moved her body a little closer to his face. As he continued to lick and suck her clit, Luke removed his right hand from her hip, and coated two fingers in her arousal. Sliding them inside her, he crooked them upwards, finding the pleasure spot that was inside her, and massaged it. Leia groaned her appreciation, and Luke felt her getting closer. 

Withdrawing his fingers and placing a kiss on her clit, he stood up to remove the rest of his clothing. As he did, Leia slid down the bed so that she was laying on her stomach, facing him. Leia coyly looked up at him, and grasped his cock in his hand. Gasping at the contact, Luke stared down at her and watched as she licked the head of his cock. Looking up at him, Leia drew most of his cock in her mouth. Stroking the base, she bobbed back and forth on his cock, sucking him powerfully. Placing one hand on her shoulder for balance, Luke laid his other hand on the side of her face and watched her suck his cock. Leia backed off, and massaged his balls, making him groan. Luke knew that if he allowed her to continue, he would abandon his desire to come inside her, and he would reach completion by her mouth instead. Withdrawing his cock from her mouth, Luke helped her to her knees, and then she laid down on her back. Luke moved onto the bed with her, and positioned himself so that his cock was in line with her dripping pussy. 

Luke groaned as he slid effortlessly inside her. Moaning, Leia gripped his upper arm as his cock filled her. Pulling back, Luke thrust his hips forward, making them both gasp with pleasure. Leia's hips rose to meet his every thrust, and it wasn't long before she felt the orgasm building up inside her. Luke angled himself to stroke her pleasure spot with his cock, and the only sound in the room was that of his balls gently hitting her with every inward thrust, and their cries of pleasure. Luke held his orgasm off with the Force, determined not to finish until Leia had. And by the sound of it, that wouldn't be much longer. Reaching down, Luke rubbed her clit in small, but fast, circles, all the while thrusting inside her and hitting her pleasure spot. Leia gasped with pleasure, and felt her body respond to Luke. Her orgasm came, fast and powerful. She cried out, her body tightly and rhythmically gripping Luke's cock. Hearing and feeling her orgasm pushed Luke over the edge, and he groaned as he finished inside her. Coming down from his orgasm induced high, Luke gently collapsed on top of Leia, and her arms wrapped around him as they both breathed heavily. 

"That was," Leia gasped, "amazing."

Luke could only manange a nod against the side of her neck. Removing himself from between her legs, Luke rolled off of her and laid down beside her. 

"You are quite right," Leia said, turning her head to look at him. "You are very good at that." 

Luke chuckled, and kissed her mouth. "You are far too kind, darling. I'm quite sure your husband is better at it than I am." 

"Well, maybe. But I wouldn't know. We've been married almost four and a half months, and he has only slept with me once. You on the other hand, have done it countless times. And I think you are wonderful at it."   

Luke smiled and kissed her again. "Thank you. I hope I can continue to please you." 

"Oh, I'm sure you will." Leia said with a smile, as she placed a hand on the side of his face. "And I hope I will continue to please you, as well." 

Turning his face to kiss her palm, Luke whispered "I have no doubt you will." 

Kissing each other once again, Luke laid down on his back, and Leia laid her head on his chest. Wrapping her in his arms, they both fell into a deep and contented sleep. 

 

 

Having heard snippets of their love-making, and the subsequent silence hours earlier, Vader had resigned himself to sleeping in the extra bedroom. As he rid himself of his boots, utility belt, lightsaber, and shirt, Vader tried to convince himself that he wasn't jealous of Leia. That it was fine that she brought Luke pleasure, when Vader so desperately wanted to be the one to have that privilege. Laying down on the bed, Vader quietly sighed to himself, and closed his eyes. Meditation would help him get his mind off what was bothering him. But when he closed his eyes, all he could see was Luke's naked body, and all he could hear were Luke's cries and moans of pleasure. Throwing off the blankets in frustration, Vader rose from the bed and replaced his clothing. Deciding the only thing that could help him right now was a spar, he picked up his comlink and contacted his father. 

"Melendel," the voice answered. 

"Where are you?" Vader queried as he left the bedroom. 

"On the Death Star, if you must know."

"Training salle, five minutes?" Vader asked. 

"I'll see you there." 

When Vader reached the salle, his father was already there. Vader looked at his father, and noticed that Melendel looked like he had just come from a woman's bed. Groaning, Vader took his place on the left side of the room, while Melendel faced him on the opposite side. Without a word, the two men drew their lightsabers and wove their deadly dance. Vader had practiced with Obi-Wan Kenobi for 13 years, but he had practiced with his father for many more. They each knew the other like the back of their hand. The duel lasted for over an hour, before Vader finally knocked the lightsaber from Melendel's hand, and Melendel surrendered. 

Withdrawing his lightsaber, Vader helped his father off the floor and walked over to sit with his back against the wall. Melendel joined Vader, and sank down beside him. 

"What is the matter?" Melendel asked. 

Vader sighed. He should have known better than to ask his father to come here in the middle of the night. He might could hide his feelings from others, but Melendel could read him like holo-book. 

"Nothing is wrong," Vader finally answered. 

"Anakin," Melendel sighed. "You can lie to any one else in the galaxy, but you cannot lie to me." 

Vader looked at his father. "It's really nothing. I was just frustrated with paperwork and needed something to do." 

"In the middle of the night? Why not ask your wife to help with that?" 

"She prefers to find her pleasure elsewhere," Vader quietly answered. 

"Is that why you're upset?" Melendel asked. "Because your wife doesn't want to sleep with you?" 

"No, that's not why I'm upset." Vader retorted. "If she wants to sleep with another man, then fine. I'm not going to stop her. She doesn't love me anyway."

Melendel silently watched Vader. Knowing his son would talk about what was bothering him when he was ready, Melendel stood up. Looking down at his son, Melendel reached his hand out and helped him up. "Well," he stated. "It's the end of the week. And you don't have work today. Why don't we go home and make breakfast. I'm starving."

Smiling, Vader nodded and the two left the salle. It was now early morning, and Vader knew that his children would soon be awake. When his wife had been alive, Vader had discovered a small pleasure in being able to cook for those he cared about. The same held true for his children. Walking back to his quarters with his father, Vader silently thanked the Force for Melendel. Not for the first time did Vader wonder what he would ever do without him.