An Even Greater Sin

Chapter 1: The sins of the one...

When Luke's head finally stopped swimming, he mumbled, "Shit, that hurts."

His companion- the one who had pulled him out of the burning wreck of his X-wing- asked, "What does?"

They sat on a dingy couch in a dinky hotel room, Luke with an arm over his eyes. "Everything. This is the most hammered I've ever been in my fucking life."

With a chuckle, the other man answered, "Me too. Stressful times, eh?"

Drunk or not, Luke was not likely to give away dangerous secrets. "You could say that," he replied cautiously.

His rescuer turned his eyes- those eerily familiar eyes- downward, and whispered, "The nights can be so hard."

Luke felt a wave of compassion rush over him. Whoever this man was, he was clearly afraid. Nervously, he placed his real left hand on the taller man's shoulder. "I know how it can be."

"Why do they have to be? Why can't I keep the nightmares away?" The Force, although strangely transformed, clearly transmitted the man's sorrow, and Luke couldn't hold back a tear of sympathy.

"I don't know. Why can't I?" At this, the long-haired man looked up, and those piercing eyes the color of the sky again shocked Luke. But what shocked him more was when the man collapsed into his arms, clutching him tightly.

"You do understand. You know the burdens of the unknowable future." Powerful arms, one flesh, one artificial, crushed Luke in their embrace.

The lights in the room began to swirl again, and Luke steadied himself on the energy given off by the other man. It was shaky, but solid, powerful, strong...

The other man seemed to drink in this connection as though it were his only lifeline.

Before Luke realized it, he abruptly felt a hand slip into his tunic, lightly scratching his back. With a shiver, he leaned his head on the leather-clad shoulder of his companion. "Please- hold me. I don't want to be alone."

Did those words come from his lips or from the other's? Luke's mind was fuzzy, hazy, dim... He ran his fingers through wavy locks of soft hair- this man smelled like battle sweat... starship lubricant... and a faint twinge of home, a baked world far away...

The connection was strong...

The need was even stronger.

"How can I feel like I've known you forever?" Luke whispered, shuddering at the feel of calloused hands stroking his ribs.His belt was in the way, his shirt was too warm, too confining. Leaning back onto the dusty couch, he pulled the larger man onto him, seeking shelter, protection, comfort... relief...

And the long-haired man seemed eager to give it. Sobbing fiercely, he hissed, "I need to forget. I need to forget my nightmares, my life. Please- help me!" He took Luke's lips in a hot, dominating kiss, pressing hard, bruising, until Luke finally gasped for breath. Then, Luke's mind spun as he felt the man's tongue slide into his throat. A startled scream tried to escape, but was choked off by acceptance, and a mind-bending pleasure, and heart-wrenching desire.

The man pulled away, but Luke locked his gloved fist in his hair, pulled him in for more, tender, heated, desperate kisses. The man purred, low in the pit of his throat, and Luke shivered.

Then, trailing pecks along his jawline, neck, and up to his right ear. The man claimed his earlobe with skilled lips, and Luke cried out in anguished pleasure, tilting his head to allow for better access to the tender spots.

The man's left hand ran through Luke's sandy hair and down the back of his neck, sliding down into his tunic. Unfastening it quickly, he kneaded the center of Luke's chest with his knuckles, and Luke moaned softly at the soothing touch. Battle-roughened fingertips traced his collarbone, and bared Luke's shoulders. The man's breath was hot, quiet, deep and relaxing. Soft kisses along his collarbone enticed Luke into a whimper of profound need.

And then the man's lips, breath, tongue, were on his right nipple, and Luke squeezed his eyes shut against the visions of the universe whirling out of control. His breath quickened, and he grasped the man's leather vest with white knuckles. His trousers were rapidly growing too tight, and Luke knew that there was no turning back.

A slick trail of saliva ran its course down Luke's chest, to his navel, as the man positioned himself lower. Grasping Luke's trousers and undershorts, in onw swift move, the man had them around Luke's ankles. Luke flinched as the cool air of the room hit his hardening cock. Swallowing hard, Luke began to fully realize that he was going to lose his virginity to this man. What was even more startling- he really didn't care. He needed to be needed, even if only for a short while.

The man paused, and Luke opened his eyes, to be met with the chillingly hot blue eyes, questioning. Luke shivered, and slowly nodded.

The cosmos exploded as he felt an abrupt, hot wetness surround his member, and then leave it to chill in the air. A rapid tease with the tongue, lapping at the head swiftly, surely, blindingly. The man caressed his upper thigh with his left hand, and Luke bit his lip to keep from crying out.

Then, a lightspeed-fast change. Luke heard clothing rustling, and Luke watched as the man removed his own garments efficiently. Dazed, Luke's eyes traveled to the well-built chest, the defined abs- and the enormous cock, fully erect.

Gasping, Luke squirmed uneasily. The man knelt by his side, whispering words of comfort. "I'm not going to hurt you. Ssh... don't worry..." Taking Luke's manhood into his strong hand, he began to slowly stroke it. The man kissed Luke softly, and Luke began to relax.

Carefully pulling Luke onto the floor, the man straddled him, panting with arousal. "I need this. I want this. Do you?"

Luke was having trouble thinking. Desperately, he nodded, stammering, "But p-please... don't go in."

The man leaned down, nuzzling Luke's ear. "I won't. I won't hurt you."

Luke felt the man's penis pressing against his own, and he whimpered. The man, supporting himself on one arm, reached in between them and grasped both of their dicks together. Luke gasped, and lay, helplessly, as the man began to stroke.

He cried out once as the man began to hump, pressing his heavy body on top of Luke's.

He cried out again as the man collapsed onto him, his arm giving out, and began to embrace him tightly as he continued to pound on his stiff member.

And he cried out- screamed- as they both came, strewing their fluids onto each other, and falling into a helpless tangle.

Many megablocks away, a pregnant woman screamed, as her baby began to thrash terribly within her.