Forbidden

FORBIDDEN

By Raythe

DISCLAIMER: Not mine. No money made.

PAIRING: Luke x Vader

WARNINGS: Slash/Incest/AU/Daddykink/BDSM

RATING: NC-17

HINTS AND STUFF: I can’t apologize enough for the long wait, but my life is so insane right now. I will not abandon this story so do not fear. Just be very patient with me. I beg! I hope you enjoy this chapter. There’s smutty bits, scary bits, Palpy and … well, just read! You’ve waited long enough already!

CHAPTER NINETEEN: Part II: REBEL PRISONER LUKE

Vader’s POV

“I want to cum,” Luke said softly, his head hanging. “Please.”

Vader gave a wicked smile as he said, “Then you shall.”

Luke’s admission was like an aphrodisiac to Vader. A pulse of desire ran through him and heat seemed to gild his skin. The boy had certainly earned his reward. The Dark Lord gracefully slipped down Luke’s body, his hands skimming the boy’s sides finally resting on the child’s slender hips. Vader’s eyes flickered up to Luke’s face at that moment as he breathed lightly over the head of Luke’s cock. The boy gasped and tried to thrust forward into that inviting mouth but the chains and Vader’s grip on him kept him in place.

Vader could feel through the Force how hard Luke was, how in need. It doubled his pleasure. His cock was like an iron bar in his pants and all he wanted to do was thrust it into Luke’s body, lose himself in that primal rhythm against the bound form, but he’d promised Luke his mouth if the boy admitted his need for release. He would deliver on that promise.

Vader leaned in and sucked the tip of Luke’s cock into his mouth, tonguing the slit. The boy shook in his chains and let out long moan. He eagerly drank down the salty fluid of his son’s pre-release. His mouth watered for more. So he relaxed and opened his throat and just took Luke into him. His nose was pressed into the soft curls at the base of his son’s cock as the rest of the organ was deep in his throat. He had not gone down on many people in his life that he could recall, but it felt so right and effortless. Another sense of having done this a million times before came over him, but Vader was not in the mood to trace that illusive sense of deja vu right now. Luke gave a strangled cry as Vader then swallowed around the boy’s cock.

“Oh, Force! Yes!” Luke screamed.

Vader backed off the boy’s cock until only the head was still inside of him. The rest of the glistening length was laid out before him like a feast. He plunged down on the shaft again. Their twin pleasures thrummed through him and his balls tightened against his body with his impending orgasm. He did not want to waste his seed in his pants. He’d rather spill it into the boy’s body somehow. But he wasn’t going to be able to hold off his release if he brought Luke to completion in this way. He drew off Luke’s cock and viciously squeezed the base of his own with a Force tendril.

“Please!” Luke wept. “Please, don’t stop!”

“I’m not stopping, little Jedi. I promised you release and I intend to deliver.”

The Dark Lord rose to his feet and used the Force to levitate Luke so that the binders on his wrists were unhooked from the ceiling and gently brought him to the floor.

“What are you doing?” Luke asked. He sounded like a lost child rather than the haughty Jedi he was playing. The childlike impression was emphasized by Luke’s slight wobbling on his feet. The thin chains on the boy’s ankles made tinkling sounds when he moved.

“Lay down on your back.”

“What? Why?”

“Will you spend your time questioning me or do you wish your release?”

As the boy sank down onto the floor, his head swayed towards Vader’s groin. The Dark Lord made a strangled sound as the boy’s hot breath heated the thin leather that covered his cock. Luke didn’t hide his smile, believing he had won a victory. Vader caught Luke’s chin in one hand, intending to re-establish who was the master here.

“Do not be so pleased with yourself, Skywalker, or I might just decide to leave you hard and dripping and aching.”

Luke’s blue eyes went wide and there was a hint of panic in his voice as he said, “But we had a deal!”

“Foolish Jedi, I am your captor. You are my prisoner. You can only pray that I honor any deal you think we have.”

Luke’s expressive mouth opened and shut and without another sound the boy sank to the floor. The durasteel floor of the cell was cool so Vader wasn’t surprised when Luke shivered slightly. Vader opened his pants and his huge cock, flushed red and dripping jutted out from the opening. Luke’s eyes were immediately drawn to it and he licked his lips and spread his legs wider. Vader’s gaze slid over the boy’s naked body and heat built up in him.

‘Mine,’ he thought with great satisfaction.

“Such a wanton child. You will pleasure me while I pleasure you,” Vader explained then moved to straddle Luke’s body, his head facing towards Luke’s feet while his cock hovered over Luke’s mouth. “Oh, and little Jedi, if you come before I do, I shall be very displeased with you. And there will be consequences for my displeasure.”

Luke swallowed audibly and said, “I understand.”

Vader began massaging Luke’s thighs, but he didn’t move to take Luke’s cock into his mouth just yet. He knew that Luke was beyond the point of no return and once Vader touched his cock again the boy would probably orgasm. And Vader wanted this to last awhile at least.

He heard the almost musical tinkling of the binders as Luke reached up, gripped Vader’s hips and drew the Dark Lord’s swollen cock down to his mouth. Vader hissed as the child’s clever tongue swirled around the broad head of his cock. He tightened his hold on the boy’s thighs as Luke’s pink lips formed a tight seal around his cock head. Luke sucked hard, drawing out all the precum like Vader’s cock was a straw for his seed. He gasped and shut his eyes tight. The pleasure was causing stars to appear before his vision. Luke kept improving his technique every time they did this. He had to rethink his forbearance in touching Luke or the boy was going to win their little contest.

He wet several fingers on his right hand then slid both hands under Luke’s buttocks. He lifted the boy’s pelvis up towards his mouth as he inserted his dripping fingers into Luke’s opening. The child whimpered around his cock and the vibrations made Vader shake. But he would not come yet.

He slowly began pushing his fingers inside Luke while his head dipped down and he just barely grazed the boy’s cock with his lips. Tremors went through Luke at the too light touch. He felt the boy resisting the urge to plunge his backside downward onto the questing fingers. Vader nuzzled the crease between Luke’s hip and groin then sucked on the tender skin leaving a red-purple passion mark. He licked the wounded skin.

“I think I would like to mark you permanently as mine, little Jedi,” Vader said as he trailed his fingers over the bruised wet mark. “Perhaps a tattoo in Indarian ink of a Force chain around your thigh.”

Luke movements on his cock stuttered and his hands gripped Vader’s hips tighter. The boy appeared to like the idea of being marked. Luke sucked hard as he pulled off Vader’s cock and the Dark Lord growled.

“Why are you stopping? I did not say you could stop.”

“Would you do it, too? Get marked … as mine, Father?” Luke asked, his voice hitching slightly, as he broke the fantasy for a moment.

Vader turned his head so he could look at his son. Anxious blue eyes gazed back at him.

“Yes, my son. Of course I would. I will.”

A wide smile spread across Luke’s face. “Thank you.”

How could Luke not know the power he had over him? He would do almost anything the boy asked. And because this marking was to show their devotion to one another, he would do it in a heartbeat.

“There is no need for thanks. I want it as much as you do.” Then Vader firmed his tone and commanded, “Now … continue my pleasure, little Jedi.”

Vader hissed as, instead of responding verbally, his son deep-throated him. He couldn’t stop himself from thrusting into Luke’s mouth, needing to fuck that hot, wet opening. He was going to lose their game if he did not do something critical now. He crooked his fingers and mercilessly rubbed Luke’s prostate as he took the boy’s cock in his mouth down to the root and removed the Force tendril.

Luke’s body stiffened beneath his and then the boy was coming down his throat in thick creamy spurts. Luke shook uncontrollably as his orgasm overwhelmed him. The Dark Lord found himself thrusting deep into the boy’s throat one last time as his own release crashed over him. Through their bond he could feel Luke’s pleasure as well as his own. Vader slid off of Luke just in time as he grayed out as the double orgasm devastated him.

He did not know how long he remained in that twilight state for it was only when he felt a lithe form straddle his waist and body-warmed binders snap over his wrists and ankles that the Dark Lord swam back into full consciousness.

Luke’s POV

Luke felt a triumphant smile stretch across his face. He knew he had “failed” by coming first, but he had also recovered from it first and taken advantage of that fact. Vader tried to move his arms to grasp Luke but Luke used the Force pin his father to the ground with his powerful arms above his head and his legs slightly spread. The amber eyes narrowed dangerously. Vader strained against the Force restraints and physical ones, but Luke was pleased to note that he wasn’t able to free himself.

“What is the meaning of this, little Jedi?”

“I think the meaning is quite clear. The captor has become the captive.”

Vader glanced at the binders on his wrists and back up at the boy. “How did you get out of them? I did not feel you use the Force.”

“I didn’t. Han taught me how to free myself from Imperial binders the old-fashioned way.” Luke banished the flicker of pain he felt saying his friend’s name and the reason for the training.

“And what are your intentions now that our positions are reversed … for the time being?”

Luke looked at his father through his lashes and saw how desire had made Vader’s eyes more black than amber. He was learning a little how to seduce his father. “What should one’s intentions be when one has the Dark Lord flat on his back, half-naked and completely at his mercy?”

“I thought you wanted to be the prisoner here,” Vader said softly, his expression tinged with amusement.

“I did. I do. Only … part of my fantasy has always been that I get to know you … get to touch and taste and experience you like no one else ever has. And I need you still and … cooperative … for me to do that.”

Vader’s breathing quickened as Luke leant down and brushed his lips over each delicate eye orbit. The boy felt emboldened and not shy at all. He normally let his father take the lead each time they made love, but he wanted to experience this, too. What this was … control or seduction or a different form of submission … was unclear to him, but he was going to go with it.

“For example,” Luke said as he slid further down his father’s body so that his bare buttocks rested on his father’s leather-clad thighs and the older man’s cock was within hand-reach. “I expect that no one else knows that the Dark Lord is so … soft … underneath all his armor.”

He placed one hand flat on Vader’s stomach and then slowly slipped it down into the open pants. He massaged the skin just above his father’s sex. The muscles underneath his hand jumped at his touch.

“You are a bold one,” Vader said, his breath rushing over his teeth in an almost hiss as Luke gave the Dark Lord’s still sensitive organ a few hard strokes.

“I think that is a family trait you see in me.” Luke grinned.

He grasped the waistband of his father’s pants and slipped them down until they were around his mid-thighs. Luke then took in the sight of Vader, just looked at him. He drank in his father’s strong muscular arms stretched above his head. His gaze raked over the durasteel binders fastened tightly over delicate wrists and long golden locks spread out like a halo around his head. Vader’s amber eyes were at half-mast, his plush lips were wet and swollen and slightly parted, and his muscled chest glistened with sweat.

“You’re so beautiful. And no one gets to just look at you or touch you because you’re the great Dark Lord of the Sith. You are Darth Vader. And yet, right now … at this moment … I have you completely,” Luke said almost to himself.

“And you think you can keep me like this? At your mercy?”

Luke didn’t answer instead he allowed his hands to roam over his father’s body. Vader was incredibly responsive even as he tried to fight it. When Luke’s fingers brushed over ribs or along his hip bones Vader would tense and bite his lower lip as if to reject the touch while the rest of his body arched up into it, trying to follow Luke’s hands. Luke was fascinated as always by his father’s nipples and he wasn’t disappointed with Vader’s reactions when he ran his tongue around the areolas. Vader growled then shook as Luke sucked on the nubs, oddly wishing he could nurse from his father, draw part of his father into himself this way.

“Force, tease me no more!” Vader cried out.

Luke drew off his father’s sensitive nipples. Vader’s cock was fully engorged and leaking even though it had hardly been touched. Drips of precum dotted his stomach, which Luke swooped down to lick up.

“What would you give me for release, Lord Vader?”

Vader gave out a bark of laughter. “The tables truly have turned.”

“Yes, they have.” Luke wrapped one hand around his father’s cock and stroked it, loving the feel of steel covered by velvet.

The Dark Lord groaned and asked, “What do you want?”

Luke looked down at him and considered the question. He wanted so many things. And he could ask for anything right now. But there really was only one thing he truly wanted.

“Tell me you love me.”

Vader’s expression softened and Luke could hear the truth and passion in his father’s voice as he said, “I love you.”

A trembly smile crossed Luke’s face. “Tell me you’ll be with me forever.”

Amber eyes blazed up at him. “Forever. I promise. Believe me, Luke. It’s true.”

“For all you have just given me and will in the future … I’ll give you your release gladly and most anything else you want,” Luke said softly.

He saw that there was a tube of lubricant on the table by the door. He used the Force to draw it to his hand. He slicked his own fingers and rose up onto his knees as he continued to straddle Vader’s body.

“What are you doing, young one?”

Luke grinned. “You’ll see.”

Luke reached between his thighs, his fingers slick with gel, trailing over his own softly, furred balls, and behind to the perineum until he reached his opening. Vader’s eyes were riveted on his hand as he slipped the first finger within himself. He already was slightly stretched and slippery, but he needed to be much more so in order to take his father’s huge cock inside of him. He gave out a soft sigh as he put in another finger and began to scissor his opening. Vader’s hips shifted restlessly. Luke then positioned himself over his father’s leaking cock.

“You’re going to take your pleasure from me, aren’t you?” Vader asked. “Whether I would have you or no.”

“Does that thought truly displease you?” Luke remarked as he lined the hard cock with his opening.

“You’re going to ride me. Make me cum inside you,”

Luke’s breathing hitched and he said, “Most definitely. I’m going to make you scream for me, Dark Lord.”

Luke lowered himself onto his father’s cock. He bit his lip as the head popped through the outer ring of muscle. Luke resisted the urge to close his eyes as he sank down. He wanted to see his father’s expression as he took all of Vader’s massive organ inside. Vader’s eyes had fluttered half-shut and his mouth parted. A pink, agile tongue slipped out and wetted those lush lips. Luke couldn’t help but lean down and kiss them. So sweet and good. Luke moaned. He was addicted to every single part of his father. As Luke sucked on Vader’s swollen lower lip, the Dark Lord’s hips suddenly rose up slipping another two inches of hot, thick cock inside Luke before the boy could use the Force to hold Vader utterly still again.

“You thought you distracted me,” Luke gasped.

Vader grinned even as his breathing sped up and his cock throbbed in Luke’s passage. “I will find a way to escape your bonds, little Jedi, and you shall pay for this … liberty … you take with my body.”

A sly smile graced Luke’s lips as he abruptly thrust himself down the rest of the way, taking his father’s cock inside of him to the root.

“You’re all the way in. I feel so full,” Luke rasped out. “I can feel your heart beat.”

“So hot. So tight,” Vader husked, his eyes glowing slightly underneath the fan of dark, sable lashes.

Vader’s head thrashed from side to side as Luke bore down with his inner passage’s muscles all along the Dark Lord’s cock. Slowly Luke drew up then settled himself back down again. He angled himself so that his prostate was rubbed with each downward thrust. Pleasured cries burst from his lips with each touch. He rose up higher each time until the last time, he accidentally dislodged his father’s cock from inside him.

“Luke! Please, please! Back inside you!” Vader cried out and he had never sounded so desperate or needy before.

He was writhing underneath Luke, straining against the Force bonds, trying to get his leaking, flushed member back inside Luke’s passage. His body glistened with sweat under the low lights of the prison cell. Luke swiftly reseated himself on his father’s organ. Both of them cried out in unison as they rejoined. Luke’s control was gone as pleasure ripped through his body.

And that, of course, was when the Dark Lord made his move.

Luke found himself suddenly pinned underneath his father’s body. The older’ man’s cock thrust to the hilt inside of him. He felt split open, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. Vader gripped Luke’s hips, the binders on his wrists were now torn apart. Luke hadn’t time to marvel at that show of strength as Vader drew Luke’s legs over Vader’s shoulders, which made his own shoulders press tight to the floor. He whined low in his throat as the Dark Lord rocked forward, bearing down on him with his greater weight. He didn’t think Vader could get any deeper inside of him, but obviously he had been wrong. A triumphant smile now graced the Dark Lord’s lips. He twisted his hips, which made his cock rub against Luke’s prostate. Pleasure arced through Luke’s body.

“You thought you could take what you wanted of me, didn’t you? Thought you could have your way with me?”

“I did have my way with you!”

Vader’s grin grew. “For a short, short while. I need to make you pay for that, don’t I?”

“I don’t think that will be necessary.”

“But I think it is necessary. Most necessary. I’m going to fuck you through the floor, little Jedi.”

Luke’s breathing hitched.

“Make you feel me for weeks.”

With that Vader drew back and then drove inside, using his formidable muscles to spear Luke deep and true with each whip-like movement of his hips. Luke’s body jolted with each thrust. He could feel and hear the slap of his father’s skin against his own and he cried out with it, thrashing his head from side to side as the pleasure/pain built up inside of him. Vader pressed down on top of him, bending him almost in two. His father nipped his jaw line then dropped down to where his neck and shoulder met and bit hard, marking him. Luke shouted and surged up against his father’s mouth.

Luke’s passage felt hot with the friction of their lovemaking, the lube seeming to have melted away, but Luke did not care. He didn’t want anything between his father’s flesh and his own anyways not even the cooling glide of gel. Their combined sweat and his father’s precum would be enough to slick the way. There was a steady wail coming out of his mouth as Vader pounded into his ass so powerfully that his shoulders slid against the floor with each stroke.

“Tell me who owns you,” Vader ordered. “Tell me, little Jedi! Tell me now!”

“You do!”

Vader’s head fell forward, a glazed expression of love and lust and conquest on his face at Luke’s answer. His gaze held Luke’s as he reached for the boy’s straining cock. With one hard stroke from his father’s hand, Luke’s body arched up and streams of creamy cum jutted from his cock over both their bellies. His internal muscles clamped down on Vader’s cock and he felt his father’s thrusting stutter for a moment as he rode out Luke’s orgasm. Then Vader was all the way in and he was coming. Luke could feel his father’s seed filling him: hot and thick and rich and right. He could never get enough of this. Never.

Vader’s POV

They lay on the cell’s floor together with Luke cuddled against Vader’s chest. Vader’s shirt was pillowed under his head. Even with the discomfort of the cool floor against his naked back, he didn’t want to move. Their lovemaking had burnt up considerable energy.

“Thank you for the fantasy and …” Luke said, his voice muffled against Vader’s chest.

“And?”

“And for making it so thrilling and not … not … too realistic, I guess. I mean it was realistic but …,” Luke gave a sigh of frustration. “It was wonderful, Father, perfect. I just can’t find the words.”

Vader kissed Luke’s temple. He knew what Luke meant. He hadn’t treated the child like a real prisoner. He gave his son only pleasurable pain. Thankfully, the Dark Side had not reared its head in these familiar surroundings where he had tortured many to death. It had not even whispered any cruelties in his ears and he had kept control.

“Do you have any fantasies, Father? About us, I mean,” Luke asked.

A lazy, sensual smile curled Vader’s lips. “Hmmm, too many to count.”

“Please tell me one.”

Vader ran his fingers idly through the hair at the base of his son’s neck, watching as the damp locks curled around his fingers. Luke made a contented sound and snuffled closer to him.

“One of them already has come true. I fantasized you bare against black silk sheets, spread out like a feast before me, giving me your virginity.”

Luke laughed. “I think that was a joint fantasy, Father. What of others?”

Vader knew his son was asking about sexual fantasies and he had plenty of those to tell. And he knew he would inform his son of each and every one of them, and make them a reality as well, but there were other things he wanted, too, from Luke of a less carnal nature and it was these wants that surfaced most strongly.

“I want … I want to spend the day with you doing normal things.”

Luke lifted his head up to look at the Dark Lord. Vader met Luke’s curious gaze.

“I want to walk down a crowded market street holding your hand. Feed you spicy kaffir noodles from a street vendor. Race against you on speeders. Hold you in my arms while the sun sets.”

Luke’s eyes went soft and gentle. He brushed Vader’s cheek with his fingertips. “Father.”

“I want to experience everything with you,” Vader’s voice was soft but not uncertain. “I love you so much.”

“I want that, too.” Luke leant down and kissed him sweetly. Luke’s stomach suddenly gurgled and Vader laughed. His son blushed as he pulled back to look at Vader’s face. “You don’t happen to have any food in here, do you?”

“Nothing edible,” Vader said, his lips twisting with a moue of disgust when he thought of the nutrient paste that was kept for the prisoners and stored on the cellblock. “Perhaps we should continue this encounter back in our quarters?”

Luke nodded. Cool air brushed Vader’s skin and gooseflesh broke out across his stomach and bare thighs as Luke stood up. The boy moved unsteadily as blood rushed back into his limbs, almost like a young colt taking his first tentative steps.

“How old were you when you took you started walking?” Vader asked suddenly.

“Around age two, I think. Aunt Beru said I was the oldest child crawling that she had ever seen. The doctors guessed that I must have started walking earlier but fallen and hurt myself and decided crawling was safer.”

Vader chuckled. Luke grinned back. He waggled his eyebrows at his father as he picked up a fluttering piece of his destroyed clothing. “I think I’m going to have a complex now about getting dressed considering how many sets of clothing have been destroyed this week. I might just have to remain unclothed.”

“I would hardly complain, young one, so long as you are content to never see another but me. But before you make such a life choice, you should know that I brought a change of clothes for you over there.” Vader gestured towards the table. The bantering words could not overcome the regret that flooded him at the thought of missing his son’s first step and his chance to sooth the youngster’s fears back then. He would have coaxed the boy onto his feet sooner than Beru had. Vader tried to distract himself from those thoughts by watching the boy walk across the room now, muscles moving like liquid under that silky skin.

Luke tugged on a pair of pants and met Vader’s gaze. “Father, what are you thinking?”

“About you.”

Luke cocked his head to the side, the puzzled expression growing. “Care to share?”

“I was merely wondering about … your firsts. First word. First step. First time you looked up at the night sky and wanted to fly,” Vader’s voice faded off. He gave a sad grin and shook himself as he stood up. “Forgive me, Luke. I don’t mean to be maudlin. Especially after such a wonderful experience with you.”

Luke was suddenly in front of him, fingers under Vader’s chin. “Father, don’t apologize. I … I think of these things, too. What we could have had. So many years … I’m just grateful for what we have now. What we’re going to have.”

Vader slipped his arms around Luke’s slender waist. The boy melted against him. Something in his chest tightened. He didn’t know where this feeling of sadness came from. He had Luke here with him. The boy was warm and willing in his arms. They had just made love and were planning a wonderful life together. So why this sense of loss? He pressed his lips against Luke’s forehead, relishing the taste of his son’s still sex-sweetened skin.

“I fear my life has led me to believe that whenever I am happy that things are bound to go wrong. And I have never been happier than I am now.”

“I obviously can’t promise that things won’t go wrong considering we face the Emperor and Obi-Wan and whomever else will oppose us that hasn’t made their presence known yet. But I can say one thing. Know one thing. And that is that we won’t be parted again. No matter what we face in the future, we do it together,” Luke said softly.

Vader said nothing, just kissed his son again. After long moments, he released the boy so both of them could finish dressing. After they were fully clothed, Luke began cleaning up the broken chains from the binders, the gel and other of the toys. Vader wrenched off the remainder of the binders from his wrists. Luke shook his head at that. Vader smiled at his own showing off and slipped the binders in his pocket.

“Go on to our quarters, Luke. I’ll follow after you. I have to reset the security sensors and the surveillance system.”

“Surveillance system? Oh!” Luke colored sweetly and Vader chuckled as the boy realized that, of course, the cells were remotely viewed and recorded.

He caressed his son’s cheek. “Do not worry, young one. There is no record of our lovemaking. Though perhaps next time we should consider making one. I think it would be … inspiring … to us.”

Luke blushed harder but a challenging grin lit his lips. “I agree, Father.”

Luke kissed Vader and went to leave the cells.

Vader called after him, “Oh, Luke, one of my fantasies is to take you on the throne. After we defeat the Emperor … well, we shall see.”

Luke smiled although Vader could see the concern in his eyes that was there whenever the Emperor was mentioned, but he said with conviction, “I have no doubt we will fulfill that fantasy.”

As the doors to the cellblock whooshed shut behind his son, Vader walked over to the security terminal at the end of the cellblock hallway. He tapped in the override code on the computer and began to reset the security measures when he heard a soft whirring noise. His head jerked up and his eyes narrowed. But the sound was not repeated. He went back to turning on the cameras when he felt a burst of air coming from the cellblock. His Force senses suddenly shook. He extended them into the cellblock, but what he got back was a confused jumble. Something was there, but he couldn’t see what. Along with unease, annoyance flared within him. Despite the fact that his powers were now so much more than they had ever been he had had more problems using the Force than ever before. Things could never be easy.

“Well, at least they will never be boring either,” he said under his breath.

Vader grasped his light saber, which he had left on the security counter before Luke’s fantasy began and was moving around the desk. He froze in the threshold of the cellblock. The lights at the end of the block were off, leaving a yawning blackness. He had not turned them off. Vader ignited the blade of his light saber.

“Come out whoever you are!” Vader called. There was no response. “You will regret your mistake in challenging me.”

He advanced into the hallway. Another set of lights flickered off causing the entire back half of the hallway to be in complete darkness. He ground his teeth. Was this Palpatine? Was it another spy? Who was there? And why were his Force senses failing this time? He thought to contact Luke, but decided against it. He could take care of this himself. He took a few more light steps forward and a strange stuttering feeling came over him, his senses flickering wildly and his limbs going numb. It was similar to how he felt when he had faced the large droid in the sparring chamber only more so.

“Sidious?” He called out, but though he intended his voice to be strong and powerful it came out weak and breathy. He swallowed hard. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel so strange? So … paralyzed?

Suddenly in the gloom ahead of him there was a gleam. The whirring sound was repeated. That was when Vader recognized the noise. He knew what was coming.

The torture droid’s polished durasteel shell levitated into sight. It was kept in a closet at the end of the cellblock. It must have been overlooked when the other droids had been shut down being so tucked away. Palpatine had clearly taken advantage of this oversight.

The torture droid’s main body was ovoid. Multiple claws tipped with various implements from syringes to scalpels to drills hung off its body like obscene fruit. With growing horror, Vader felt his arm that held the light saber relax instead of tense for a blow despite the fact that he willed it otherwise. He reached for his Force powers to crush the droid, but his abilities slipped through his mental grasp like water. His bond with his son was suddenly blocked from him as if by a wall of glass. He could see the bond but not touch it, not alert his son to his predicament. Panic and fear for his own well-being flooded him for the first time in decades. He was helpless.

“What have you done to me?” Vader was unable to speak louder than a bare whisper. His lips felt like they were weighted with lead.

His eyes widened as the droid stopped half a foot from him and it extended one cold claw. The claw touched his face, almost tenderly, while its eyes blazed red.

“Ah, my disobedient apprentice,” the droid hissed in Sidious’ cadence though in a droid’s gravelly voice. “You see that you are not so fancy free as you thought.”

Vader’s eyes widened and his mouth went dry as the droid’s claw slipped down his cheek then moved along his neck to the opening of his shirt. It suddenly ripped the material down the front like it was made of paper. Its metallic head tilted to the side, gazing at his bare chest, with what looked awfully like desire.

“So beautiful, Vader. You always were. I would have … taken advantage … of that fact long ago if I hadn’t know all too well that you would have rabbited away from me. That was before you understood your taste for men after all,” the droid said with a shrill cackle.

Palpatine’s emotions, an almost incandescent rage and putrescent desire, gushed over their bond for a moment. It was so unlike his former Master’s usual icy demeanor that Vader didn’t know if it was the words themselves or those feelings that made his skin crawl. Vader fought to pull away, to raise his saber and strike the thing down, even as bile rose in his throat. He had noticed the veiled glances and too long touches from Palpatine when he was a teen, but had been so eager to please the man he hadn’t allowed himself to understand them. Now these unwelcome truths were being shoved at him from the man himself. And even though it was the cold claws of the droid that touched him rather than Palpatine’s withered limbs, it felt no less like a violation.

“You wanted more than my power then. More than my loyalty,” he forced out through numb lips.

The droid’s eyes flared brighter as it cruelly squeezed his right nipple in its pincers. “Oh, yes, I wanted your body. I wanted you on your knees, ass in the air for me, taking it like the sweet, wanton slave you are!”

Vader gasped in agony, his anger flaring white-hot in his chest beating back the pain. “You bastard!”

“What offends you more, my luscious apprentice? That I called you a slave or … wanton? You’ve always wanted to be someone’s … boy.”

The Dark Lord’s nostrils flared and he was gratified that he could still shake even if the rest of his body wouldn’t work.

“Only in your mind is that so! You only wish it to be true!”

“Oh, Vader, your denial is so pathetic! I would have thought you had some better understanding of yourself than that after twenty years under my tutelage. I sensed perhaps you did come to some … revelations … earlier.”

Vader’s eyes widened. If Palpatine’s inexplicable ability to control him like this weren’t bad enough, it seemed he could read his thoughts. He knew or at least sensed Vader’s earlier revelations about Qui-Gon Jinn and the father-figure he had sought all his life. He scrapped around the inside of his mind, looking for how Palpatine was doing this. And he found it. There was a Force web in his mind. It had strands so fine that unless it was activated he would never have noticed them, in fact he hadn’t noticed them.

“Ah, yes, you see my work of art. I began building this when you were a bright-haired lad. All big blue eyes and knobby knees. I made the net over thirty years. It is a masterpiece. A web stronger than durasteel. Stronger certainly than that pathetic link you have with that … Jedi Master Jinn,” the droid said Master Jinn’s name like it was poison in its metal maw.

“Yet you fear it will not be in the end,” Vader said, his mouth able to twist into a smile as he sensed some of Palpatine’s feelings towards the Jedi Master for a moment like a flutter of insect wings in his mind.

The droid levitated close to him, pressing tight against Vader’s front. Its cold frame cut into his chest. Its eyes sparked with fury. Vader felt a calmness come over him and the smile came easier. He had hit a nerve.

“Do you not know what I could do to you? You are helpless! Your powers are useless to you! Your body is mine to control! I could crush you,” Palpatine seethed.

“But you won’t. Killing me is not what you want.”

Just as suddenly as the droid had surged against him, the droid drew back and a high, dry electronic whine came out of it. Palpatine was laughing.

“Clever, clever, Vader. You are right. I will not kill … you. But your precious Master Jinn … he would be easy to destroy.”

Something in Vader quivered at that. He blinked too quickly even as he fought against showing how that thought distressed him. But Sidious caught his emotions and pressed his advantage.

“Yes … definitely, I think that Master Jinn will … have to go.”

“No!”

Vader cursed himself as the word burst from his mouth. He wished the paralyzation he was experiencing had worked better. It might have snuffed out that last traitorous word. The only saving grace to this conversation so far was the fact that Palpatine hadn’t threatened Luke, but Vader guessed the Emperor’s experience with Luke’s powers in the sparring chamber made his son a far less vulnerable target. And clearly the Jedi Master was arousing far more ire than his son, but why? It wasn’t merely because Palpatine fearing loss of control of Vader to the other man although that was clearly a big part of it.

“You should not have played Master and Padawan with him if you cared so deeply for his safety,” the droid mocked. “You always did idolize him as if he would have done any better by you than any of the Jedi. As if he would have saved you. Protected you from the Council. He would have betrayed you just like all the others!”

Vader felt the familiar insecurities Palpatine’s insinuations caused rise up in him. The doubts that Palpatine had fed in the past. But then he felt a bit of warmth in his mind. He recognized it as the bond he had with Qui-Gon. It shined at him, drew him near. He could barely touch it, but just that one brush gave him strength. It also cleared the fog from Vader’s mind as to the truth of Palpatine’s acidic rage against the Jedi Master.

“You’re … jealous,” Vader said with almost wonder in his voice that turned to bitter amusement. “All these years that you’ve trained others to take my place! All the time you’ve plotted to have my own son slay me and stand by your side! Yet here you are raging at me with jealousy at the thought of Qui-Gon becoming my Master instead of you.”

The droid was silent. Its red eyes a sulfurous smolder in its deep-set sockets. Its body was still. Was Palpatine gone? Vader strained at the web that blocked his abilities and movement. There was a slight quivering, but he was still helpless. The glow of his bond with Qui-Gon drew his attention again and he grasped a hold of it as if his life depended upon it.

‘Qui-Gon, hear me!’

‘Anakin?’ The Jedi Master’s mind voice was soft, but there. It sounded like it was coming through thick cotton.

‘Palpatine! Cellblock ten!’ That was all he could get out before the droid suddenly surged forward, shoving him back on the ground. His body bounced painfully against the durasteel grating. The back of his head connected hard. He saw stars and his connection with the Jedi Master was gone.

The droid was crouched over him. Its syringes filled with acids and poisons poised over the bare flesh of his abdomen. The whine of its multiple drills filled his ears. The droid ran one claw through Vader’s long hair, pulling it hard until tears formed in his eyes.

“You were always so beautiful in your pain. I missed seeing it when the mask fell over your lovely features so long ago. To think I will have you back with me. Whole again, beautiful again and with such wonderful new powers to play with. Powers that will be mine to control,” the droid mused.

“What’s to stop me from taking the ship off course? From not returning to Coruscant?” Vader asked, his body aching from the fall and his scalp stinging from the pulling of his hair.

“Oh, my foolish apprentice.” The droid scrapped its maw along Vader’s jaw in a parody of a kiss. “Don’t you understand? You can never get away from me no matter where you go.”

Vader shivered with revulsion. “I will be free of you! I will!”

“Never. Never. Never, mine own.”

“No!”

Suddenly, the droid was wrenched off of him. Its metal body flew through the air and impacted the far wall with a crunch and shattering of durasteel. The Force web that held Vader immobile was suddenly loosened and he shakily sat up. His Force senses flooded back in. He grasped onto Qui-Gon’s presence behind him at the mouth of the hallway. It surrounded him with warmth and comforting strength. Too much strength. Qui-Gon had never seemed so powerful before, but now … Vader lost the thought as the Jedi Master strode by him. Qui-Gon stepped in between Vader and the shattered body of the droid that housed Palpatine’s presence. He stood there, strong and tall and imposing like a monolith, a titan. His presence shielded Vader further from the debilitating effects of the Force web.

“Palpatine, leave here! Leave Anakin’s mind! He is not yours! He will never be yours!”

The droid’s head was held on only be a thin durasteel wire as it rose up slightly and rasped out, “I will destroy him first before I let him go with you!”

“It is you who will be destroyed, Sidious. That I promise you.”

A burst of Force energy surged from the Jedi Master towards the droid. The droid was crushed into an unrecognizable mass with a rending sound of durasteel and the pinging of wires. The silence that fell in the aftermath seemed almost solid like a physical thing that thickened the air around them. The older man’s Force presence flowed over Vader like honey, almost caressing him. Vader thought for a moment he smelt rain and ozone. So familiar. The walls shimmered and Vader glimpsed trees.

“Qui-Gon … it’s happening … happening again …”

Slowly, Qui-Gon turned around. Vader’s head lifted to meet Qui-Gon’s gaze. The Jedi Master’s Force presence made his movements slow and almost ponderous. It wasn’t the sickly stuttering of movement that he’d experienced with Palpatine, but more a languid feeling one experienced after a day sleeping in the sun. Then Vader saw Qui-Gon’s face and he froze.

“Anakin …” the Jedi Master’s voice was rich and full but uncertain because of Vader’s reaction. His hand extended tentatively towards him as if to comfort.

“Your eyes …”

“My eyes?”

“They’re gold,” Vader whispered. “Like mine. Like in the vision.”