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 wrote this chapter. Then completely rewrote it. This is the result.

The first half is an emotional discussion between Luke and Vader. It deals with some of the history of Luke’s birth. This is my AU take on it as I don’t know what canon says about how Vader felt about children, etc. But clearly canon has taken its bow in this story long ago so no one reading this is surprised!

The second part involves hot wax. Oh, yeah, its smut. It got me excited writing it. So I hope it does the same for you.

Happy holidays everyone! And as always, please let me know what you think. Reviews are the best presents!

Hugs,

Raythe

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: FATHER-FIGURES

Vader’s POV

Luke clung to Vader as the kiss continued. Finally, nearly breathless, they broke apart and the boy laid his head against Vader’s chest. Vader’s hands glided up and down Luke’s wet back stopping at the beginning of the swell of the boy’s buttocks. They stayed like that for several quiet minutes, the patter of the shower and their slowed breathing, the only sounds until Luke spoke.

“I know that I’m important to you, Father, but so is Qui-Gon. And I can’t give you what he gives you,” Luke said.

Vader’s hands stilled. “Oh, child, that isn’t true. You give me everything.”

Luke tilted his head up so that they could see each other’s eyes.

“Even if he isn’t your real father … he’s a father-figure to you and … don’t deny it … you need that. But I can’t be that. I can’t fill that role for you,” Luke said.

Vader opened his mouth to protest, but then closed it as he realized that he felt the familiar twist of pain when his “missing” father was mentioned. And though Luke fulfilled so many of his desires, the very essence of what Luke was to him, his beloved son, also meant Luke could never be the father-figure he thought he had long outgrown needing.

“So I seem like I need a father even now?” Vader asked his son softly.

Luke’s eyes dropped from his and the boy chewed his lower lip before he finally met Vader’s gaze evenly. One of his hands cupped the side of Vader’s face as though to ease the blow of what he was about to say. “There is no shame in needing someone strong like that in your life.”

“It’s because I’ve become more …vulnerable. Weaker than before that I need such a person,” Vader said the words as if they left a bitter taste on his tongue. Weakness. Always weakness ate at him. He hated it, but it was the only constant in his existence or so it seemed.

Luke ran his hands down Vader’s sides comfortingly. “It’s not weak. It’s actually the opposite. It’s hard to admit needing people, but we all do. I doubt that this need is new. Just that you’re willing to … to admit it now.”

“Perhaps,” Vader said with a twist of an unbelieving smile on his lips. Upon seeing his son’s concerned expression, he added, “At least, it is good to finally have someone I can trust with my true thoughts, even my weaknesses, who will not judge me badly for them in any case.”

Vader tightened his arms around Luke’s shoulders to show the boy that Luke was whom he now trusted.

“Was there no one you could confide in before? I know you didn’t feel you could with Obi-Wan, but what about your … your wife?” Luke asked, his shoulders tensing as he mentioned his mother.

“Padme and I … didn’t exactly confide in one another about things like that,” Vader said slowly.

“What do you mean? If … if that’s all right to ask. I know you don’t like talking the past. Or if it’s too painful for you, we needn’t discuss it,” the boy rushed out.

Vader smoothed the top of Luke’s head with one hand. “You may ask. I may choose not to answer, but you may ask me anything, Luke.”

“Is this one of those things you won’t answer? Because if it is I under—”

“No, its not. You have a right to know about … about her and me. She was your mother after all.”

The truth was Vader hesitated to say anything, because he feared that speaking of Padme would only undermine the boy’s confidence in their relationship. After all the knocks it had taken, and was bound to take, with his bond to Qui-Gon growing so much stronger, he didn’t want to add to Luke’s baseless fears. Although, the truth about him and Padme showed how much more of a relationship he had with Luke than he’d ever had with the boy’s mother.

“We didn’t really … speak of many things beyond what was necessary to keep each other up to date on our lives,” Vader said.

Indeed, his typical time with Padme involved very little talking. She would wait for him on the balcony of her apartment. He would come to her on his speeder, sweaty and smelling of ozone and battle, fresh from a mission or saber practice with Obi-Wan. She’d jump in his arms as soon as his feet hit the balcony’s floor. Then he’d carry her to the bedroom. They’d hardly spoken two words during some of these visits.

Luke’s head lowered as he said, “I suppose that was because you didn’t get much of a chance to be with her with all of your responsibilities as a Jedi.”

Vader cleared his throat. “Yes, partially.”

Curious, but wary blue eyes looked up at him. “And the other part?”

Vader observed his son carefully. He could divert them from this conversation, but knowing Luke, the boy would probably invent reasons for Vader’s reticence that were far more jealousy-inducing than the truth.

Mind made up, Vader said, “I wanted a child and I endeavored to make sure our time together led to that result.” To soften his blunt answer, he stroked Luke’s head as he added, “In a way, you were everything that I wanted from her all along.”

Luke’s expression was priceless as understanding of what Vader’s desire had entailed dawned on his son. The boy’s cheeks heated and his lips twitched between a smile and a frown as he was torn between embarrassment, a touch of jealousy and happiness that he had been one of this father’s goals.

“Did … did she become … become pregnant right away?” Luke asked, his grip on Vader tightening slightly in a show of almost gentle possessiveness.

Vader shook his head. It had been difficult for them to conceive. Even though they had used no contraception and he was with her whenever he could be. His expression darkened.

“I actually thought there might be something … wrong with me. That I might not be able to have children. She went to a physician to make sure there was nothing stopping her from conceiving and she came back with a clean bill of health. But I could hardly ask the Jedi to test my sperm count.” Vader gave a bloodless smile. “After all, I wasn’t supposed to be having sex let alone trying to have a child. And it would have been suspect if I had gone to a doctor outside of the Jedi Order. Things had a way of getting back to them. So we just kept trying the old-fashioned way until you were conceived.”

“You really wanted … wanted me? You planned for me and everything? I wasn’t … wasn’t an accident?”

Luke looked so hopeful that Vader cursed himself for not telling the boy about him being wanted and planned from the beginning. At least on Vader’s part.

“No accident, child of my heart. Conceiving you was … absolutely necessary to me.”

That was no understatement. Vader had been driven to have Luke. Needed to have him. He had known it was part of what he was supposed to do. When he made a baby, his baby, things would get better; he would be one step closer to being what he was supposed to be. That Luke and he together were the Balance of the Force made his need more understandable now.

Luke gave a brilliant smile that warmed Vader inside and snuggled against his broad chest.

“I’m so glad that you did want children. I wondered if … well, if Leia and I were more complications in your life than … than benefits,” Luke said.

“Not in the least. In fact, when I believed I might not be able to have children … I was rather distraught. But it worked out in the end.”

Vader’s expression, which had lightened as he spoke to Luke, went darker once his son’s eyes were off his face. What he gave Luke was the thinnest of descriptions of his pain at that time. His anguish over the possibility that he might not be able to have children had made him stop eating. Sleep became increasingly elusive.

Perhaps these two things had led to his paranoia.

He started to think that Padme was lying about having stopped her birth control measures. He had confronted her, shaking with anger, accusing her of not wanting a baby with him; shouting that she didn’t want to cement their union into a family; claiming that her career as a politician was more important to her than their making a life together, which, even at the time, he knew was hypocritical coming from him as he continued to keep their marriage a secret and pursue his dreams of becoming a Jedi Knight. Her tearful denials still rang false to him to this day. The fact that she had become pregnant soon after that argument still left him wondering if he hadn’t been right about her deceit.

But he said none of this to Luke. Because it was neither something Luke needed to know nor he dwell upon. They had conceived Luke. He now had Luke. Luke and he were the Balance of the Force. All was as it should be.

His baby. His boy. His son.

He pressed his lips to Luke’s damp forehead as he whispered, “I wanted you more than anything.”

Luke made one of those soft, contented sounds that caused Vader to feel protective and aroused all at once. He shifted them under the shower’s relaxing spray so that he could wash Luke’s body. The child was not dirty, but Vader longed to care for him and cleaning him was a way he could do that. Plus, he got to touch his son while he did so and any excuse for contact was more than welcome.

He soaped up a sponge and began to trail the soft material over his son’s shoulders and chest. Luke’s cheeks heated and Vader heard his breathing increase as the Dark Lord dipped the sponge lower, brushing just barely over the treasure trail of hair that led down to the boy’s semi-hard sex.

“So there was no one, not even a friend, you talked to about how you felt?” Luke pressed him even through the pleasure of his touch.

“You are like a Rancor with a bone about this, aren’t you, Luke?” Vader remarked lightly though he felt almost nervous with the probing looks and questions his son was giving him. He dipped the sponge lower to stroke along his son’s beautiful cock. This was sure to distract him.

Luke grasped the wrist that held the sponge, stopping Vader’s teasing touches as he said, “I just know so little about your past. So little about you. And I want to know you, Father.”

“More than being bathed by me?” Vader asked, his voice deepening an octave.

Luke gave him a sweet smile, but it was also a determined one and Vader was reminded that Luke was indeed his son as the boy said, “I’ll take both, but if it’s a choice … I want to know about you more than … than even taking pleasure from your body.”

Vader was still for a long moment as he scanned his son’s face. No deception, no ulterior motives, just the honest desire to know him. How could he explain to Luke that he had lived his life hiding who he was and what he really thought? How to undo thirty years of acting that way?

Feeling as if he were stepping off a cliff, Vader said, “What do you want to know?”

“Everything,” Luke said with a half-smile. “But I don’t think the Executor has enough hot water for that conversation.”

“We’d prune up far before them. Be wrinkled and boneless in the corner,” Vader smirked. He went back to washing the boy, but kept his touches non-arousing. The bathing gave him something to focus on other than his son’s too blue eyes.

“Well, one thing I really want to know is if you had any friends. If there was anyone at all to … to help you before.”

Vader should have known that his son would be concerned about his friendless state when he was a Padawan. “Sidious. He played the part of friend and mentor rather well back then.”

Like the vision of Padme before, Sidious’ pre-transformed visage rose up from Vader’s consciousness. The gentle, probing way the older man would question him or lend an insight that didn’t grate as Obi-Wan’s had. He would introduce Vader to all his associates as someone special and treasured. As if Vader were important. As if he were one of these powerful men and women already, not just a Padawan-learner, not just a flailing apprentice.

“Did you ever tell him about your feelings about your father?” Luke asked.

“No, but who knows what he guessed,” Vader said as he crouched down to draw the sponge over the strong muscles in his son’s calves and feet. Sidious’ mocking statement about him wanting to be someone’s boy floated in his mind, but he refused to react to it anymore.

“Did you distrust him then? Is that why you didn’t say anything?” Luke lifted one foot then the other as Vader soaped them up.

Vader shifted under the water’s spray. His eyes flickered up to Luke’s then away. “No.”

“But there was a reason you never said something to him, wasn’t there? More than that it just didn’t come up,” Luke intuited.

Vader focused on the tile floor, water sluicing down over him, forming a shimmery curtain around his head, and then cascading down the drain. He wished the conversation would go that same way, but he sensed it would not. After all father-figures and Qui-Gon and Sidious seemed terribly intertwined with the present. It made sense that Luke would want to know as much as he could about Vader’s need for a father to defend against all perceived threats to their relationship.

“I was too … ashamed … to actually confess my need for a father to him,” Vader said as he stood up.

“Ashamed? But why?” Luke’s surprise was evident.

He grimaced. “Because who or rather what my father is … is all a part of what makes me special.”

“I don’t understand. It’s clear that you’re special, Father. Anyone could see that regardless of your parentage.”

Vader felt a smile tug at his lips. Luke’s loyalty was something he couldn’t believe he had gained. He knew he had to take great care not to lose it and perhaps openness with him was a way to increase it.

“Do you remember my reaction to Salara’s revelation about my conception?”

Luke’s brow creased and then smoothed out as he said, “Oh! You said there was no man. You didn’t have a father. You were just … created by the will of the Force.”

“That was a sign that I was the Chosen One.”

“And if you have a flesh and blood father then—”

“I would just be a Jedi with a freakishly high midichlorian count. Nothing more.”

“And this … virgin birth was important to Sidious?” Luke asked.

“The Sith have a Prophecy, too, about the Chosen One. Though I did not know that was what he was at the time, I sensed my fatherless state was intriguing and important to him. So I kept my desire for a real father secret from him and everyone else.”

“I can understand that,” Luke said.

“And, of course, if there was an actual man …” Vader broke off and shook his head. The long forgotten, but evidently not forgiven, anger at the thought of such a man mixed with a yearning so great it felt like he was being squeezed in a vise rose up in him.

Luke finished his thought, eyes bright with understanding and empathy, “If there were a man then he was guilty of abandoning you. Leaving you and your mother on Tatooine, in slavery. But that’s only if he actually knew of your conception. Perhaps he didn’t.”

Vader motioned for Luke to turn around so he could wash his back. As he placed the sponge between his son’s shoulder blades, “He would have known. Just as I knew the moment Padme became pregnant with you. The Force would have told him.” He trailed the sponge down Luke’s muscled back, concentrating on the feeling of his son’s skin, the slickness of the soap and the rush of the water so that he didn’t have to feel the words he spoke. “So I had a choice.”

“What choice?” Luke asked.

“I could want a flesh and blood father, a father who abandoned me and my mother. Or I could believe I had the all-encompassing Force as my father instead.” Vader swallowed. “Even though I outwardly chose the latter … inside, I believed the former.”

Luke turned around to face Vader, his expression stricken. “Oh, Father.”

Vader felt one of those pained smiles cross his face against his will. He said, “I used to look at the faces of men in the Temple … even Sidious … and wonder if one of them was the father who had abandoned me. Did I have that man’s jaw or that man’s eyes or that man’s hand with a blade?” Vader’s eyes went unfocused as he remembered gazing at the many Jedi that had ranged the Temple’s halls. “I wanted to despise my father. But at the same time, I still … wanted him. Somehow, I hoped that his leaving of my mother and I had been some horrible mistake even as I knew that was impossible. How incredibly pitiful to want a feeble human being to be my father rather then the glory of the everlasting Force. But I still did. Still evidently do.”

Vader let out a bark of acidic laughter. Luke was right. He still wanted a father. Still needed a father. And this need was probably shining out of him like a neon sign for all to see at that moment.

“It’s not weak to want that,” Luke said, his voice firm, full of conviction. “It’s not weak to need a living, breathing, warm human being to be your father. Or to want for that father to love you.”

Concerned blue eyes gazed up at him. So full of love and acceptance. Too much so. Vader clutched Luke tight to him and pressed his lips to the top of the boy’s head. He couldn’t feel these things. He couldn’t be weak like this. Even with Luke’s understanding, it was still unbearable to be burst open and scrapped raw.

A hint of warmth and concern came from his bond with Qui-Gon. His emotions were reaching the other man even as he clamped down on them. Perhaps it was the Force net in his mind or perhaps he was just too tired to keep everything inside that allowed Qui-Gon access. What surprised him was the urge to latch onto the bond and sink into the other man’s strength. The feelings that Qui-Gon evoked in him were the other side of the coin from what Luke did. With Luke he was allowed to be strong, to be protective, to be the dominant one, but with Qui-Gon he could be the one to experience all that protection and strength.

Vader found himself confessing something he never believed he would. His voice waws ragged as he said, “That’s part of why it’s impossible for me to believe that Qui-Gon could be my father. Because the reason I would want him to be is the same one that tells me he can’t be.”

“Because he’s not the kind of man who would abandon you,” Luke guessed. “You’re right. He would never have done that. He is a good man and I believe he loved you from the moment he saw you.”

Luke’s breath made warm puffs against Vader’s shoulder and the Dark Lord wished he could bath in that heat, to get rid of the chill that seemed to perpetually cling to him. He wondered how much it cost his son to confirm yet again Qui-Gon’s good qualities and love for him. It was more than he would have been able to do if the situation were reversed. He had almost killed Damon, and perhaps he still would, for merely wanting Luke in a one-sided crush. What would he do if someone came into Luke’s life like Qui-Gon had entered his? He held Luke tighter. He wouldn’t allow it. Luke was his. He shook the thought away.

“Yet you sense that the ancient Sith is telling you something of the truth, don’t you, Father? About your parentage and other things,” Luke said.

Vader winced. Luke was too sensitive not to pick that up from him. “Yes. I think part of the power of his words is that there is truth in them. But I am sure he is leaving many things out. And it is in what is missing that the real answers lie.”

“We’ll figure those answers out. I’m sure of it.”

“You’re right. All will be made clear eventually,” Vader said though internally he feared that it might not be until after something crucial had occurred. He pulled back so that he and Luke were face to face. “I have a deal for you, my son.”

“What?” Luke asked, smiling at Vader’s choice of words.

“I will tell you one more thing about my past, something you will like I think, if you will then let me take you.”

Luke gave a delighted laugh. “You act as if that is some sort of hardship for me!”

“Well you have been quite set on talking rather than love-making recently,” Vader said.

“My mind and body love you, Father. I need to feed both of them,” Luke explained.

Vader grinned. Some of the tension bled from his shoulders as he realized that the conversation had not been as unpleasant as he feared. In fact, he felt released from some burden he didn’t know he was carrying. He dropped the sponge and squirted lemon-scented shampoo into the palm of one hand. He wanted to wash his son’s hair, but also the thick creamy liquid would be excellent to slick himself up with.

“After Padme became pregnant,” Vader began as he lathered the silky strands of Luke’s hair, “every time I saw her, I would press my ear to her belly.”

“What? Why?” Luke asked, his eyes bright with laughter.

“Because I wanted to hear you.”

“And did you?”

“Yes, I heard your heart beat … and Padme’s stomach gurgles, but that is beyond the point.”

Luke snickered at Vader’s levity.

“But never let it be said that I wanted a one-sided relationship with you, young one,” Vader said as he massaged the soap into Luke’s roots. The boy gave a moan of contentment.

“How so, Father?”

“I would also talk to you. Tell you about all we would do together once you were born. I wanted you to know my voice. I wanted you to know your father’s voice from the very beginning.”

Luke’s eyes filled with happiness then wonder. “I did know it, Father. Or at least it was … familiar to me though I did not know why at the time. When I would watch holonet videos of you on Tatooine, your voice was so comforting. It wrapped around me. Made me feel safe and … and many other things,” Luke colored slightly as he added, “I even recorded one of the vids where you talked about your love of flying. It was a recruitment vid, but the joy in your voice when you spoke about being in the stars was so … genuine. I played it every night before bed for years.”

Vader remembered that particular vid. He normally gave speeches that were to inspire dreams of power and glory in recruits, but that one had been more to his liking and, not surprisingly, came across as more genuine. He was glad that his son had recognized the difference.

“And what did you do while you watched it, Luke?” he teased gently. “I seem to recall from your memory that you had a bit of a crush on Lord Vader back then.”

“I … I …” Luke stuttered then flushed a deep red that the heat from the shower couldn’t explain. He tipped his head back into the shower’s spray to ostensibly wash the soap from his hair, but clearly it was to escape from answering further.

Vader chuckled. Luke was not getting away so easily. He leant in so that his mouth was even with Luke’s ear and said, low and husky, “Were you naked in your bed while you listened to me talk about space flight?”

The boy shivered. “The interior of the farm was always … so warm … too warm to wear anything more to bed.”

Vader’s hands trailed down so that he could cup Luke’s firm, round buttocks. They were perfect handfuls. His thumbs stroked up and down between the soft globes. “Did you touch yourself while you listened to me naked underneath your sheets?” Vader asked, his voice going husky.

Luke’s eyelids fluttered downwards and he gazed up through his wet lashes. “Not at first. I would … hold off until mid-way through.”

Vader’s already hard cock filled further as he imagined his son’s teenaged naked, golden body covered only in a slight layer of plain cotton. He could almost see how the boy’s hands would have trailed down his chest, stopping just short of the wiry hair that surrounded his young sex as his recorded voice and visage washed over the boy. Luke would have to be quiet during his self-pleasure so that he wasn’t interrupted by his guardians, but Vader knew how teenaged boys needed release and weren’t good at controlling themselves.

“You wanted to make your pleasure last?” He asked.

“Yes, and I felt … felt dirty doing it. Felt sinful. But I’d get half-hard just hearing you and I … I ached. I couldn’t sleep when I ached like that.”

Vader hissed, his own cock aching in sympathy. He pushed it against Luke’s hip and rubbed to just get some friction. “What did you imagine I would do to you that made you finally touch yourself, Luke?”

His son gave a tight choked sound. “Anything … anything and everything. Whatever you wanted. Whatever you ordered me to do.”

It was the Dark Lord who felt his throat constricting at the thought of that. His son truly was made for him. “What did you imagine I would order you to do?”

Luke’s pupils were more black then blue, blown wide with desire as he stammered, “I imagined … I imagined, oh, Father, I … this is making me so … just like then … so hard … only more and Force! I can’t say it! I’ll come right now!”

Vader looked down at the boy’s leaking cock. It was up high and tight against his belly. The head of it was flushed with blood and wet with precum and shower water. He placed his fingertips under his son’s chin and forced the boy to meet his gaze. “Child, you will tell me and you will not come until I allow it.”

Luke whimpered but nodded. “I would imagine that you … you ordered me to … to strip and …”

“And? What would I do with you once you were naked before me?”

“I … I … I would hear your voice telling me to … to offer myself to you. To turn and … and bend over and … spread my buttocks … and I wasn’t sure what would happen next but I … I would sort of feel … imagine something hot and hard sliding into me and … I wouldn’t know what was entering me … if it was your fingers or cock or saber—”

“Force, Luke! Enough talk … enough.” Vader gripped his son’s waist hard. His own breathing was becoming erratic and his cock was literally throbbing between them.

“Have I displeased you, Father?” Luke asked with downcast eyes yet Vader could see the shadow of a smile on his lips. “With my … wanton thoughts?”

“Such sinful desires, Luke. To use an educational and patriotic vid for such low purposes, what kind of boy are you? Hmmm?” Vader asked, hiding the smile that wanted to bloom. “I think you need to be punished … thoroughly … for such misbehavior.”

Luke gave a gasp and one tremor ran through him. His head drooped, but Vader could see one thing on his boy that wasn’t drooping in the least bit. His cock was trembling with eagerness to release his seed, but Vader had yet to give his son permission to cum.

“What will my punishment be, Father?”

“You will go into the bedroom.”

“And?” Luke asked, his body quivering.

Vader licked suddenly dry lips. “You will get on the bed. On your knees. With your hands crossed behind your back and your forehead resting against the mattress.”

Luke gave a low moan that went straight to Vader’s cock. He had to squeeze the base viciously with a Force tendril to stop from coming right them.

“What are you waiting for, child? Go!” Vader barked.

Luke was moving the moment he ordered it.

Vader shouted over his shoulder, “And if I catch you rubbing that sweet cock of yours against the sheets, you will find yourself over my knee getting your ass reddened.”

Luke froze in his tracks and desire glazed over his eyes for a moment. Vader wondered if the boy would disobey purposefully just to have that particular act occur. He took a few shuddering breaths of water-soaked air to center himself before he shut off the shower and reached for a towel. He took his time drying off his body, knowing that the longer Luke had to wait for him the greater his son’s release would be when he granted it. The towel brush lightly against his cock and he groaned. Luke wasn’t the only one who would obtain greater pleasure by waiting, he reminded himself.

With a wicked smile, Vader said to the steam-filled room, “Now to go … punish … my son.”

Luke’s POV

Luke’s cock almost hurt as it bobbed, hard and leaking, in front of him as he hurried to their bed. He ignored the ache and continued at the fast pace as he knew that his father would expect him to be in position when he emerged from the bathroom.

Luke moaned in pleasure as his overheated skin met the cooling silk of the bed. He scrabbled onto the monstrously huge and sinfully soft bed, the silk clinging to his wet skin, resisting his efforts to move, but he persevered. He would miss this bed once they were on the Deathstryke.

Luke knelt and rested his forehead against the bedding. His hands crossed easily behind his back, one wrist gripping the other. He felt so open and sensual doing this. He had lost his virginity only a short time ago, but already the mores and fears that had held him back from such sex-play before were vanishing. In fact, he wanted to embrace these experiences. Live them to their fullest. In that vein of thought, the urge to push his engorged sex against the slick silk nearly overwhelmed him. That and the image of what Vader would do if he caught him at it.

He pressed down lightly against the bed, smearing precum along his shaft and staining the sheets. He knew Vader had entered the room and seen his disobedience before the Dark Lord said a word. Something in him knotted in fear and breathless anticipation. Would his father punish him by spanking him like a child over his lap or would he just take him then and there? He would accept either. He hoped for both.

“You disobeyed me, Luke,” Vader said, his voice like dark honey.

Luke felt the bed dip under Vader’s weight.

“I couldn’t help myself, Father.”

“You’re a very bad child. Disobedient and willful. What am I to do with you?” Vader said and Luke felt one of his father’s hands glide over his flanks.

Luke shivered. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be. I want to please you.”

“Yet you defy me. Even though your desire to please me is pure, I’m afraid that is no excuse for disobeying a direct order, young one. I shall have to demonstrate what being a man of his word means, now won’t I?”

“How will you do that, Father?” Luke asked though he thought he knew.

“What did I promise you if you rubbed yourself against the sheets?” Vader asked, his roaming hand lying still over Luke’s right butt cheek.

“That … that you would,” Luke swallowed, his throat suddenly dry as the desert, “that you would take me over your knee and … and redden … my … my behind.”

“Yes, and now that must be done,” Vader said. “Rise and lay yourself across my lap. Do not hesitate.”

Luke gave out a shuddery breath as he rose up. Vader was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head turned around to watch Luke but his feet planted securely on the floor before him. Luke’s cock felt like it weighed more than his body as he crawled across the bed to his father. All of Luke’s doubts and fears melted away when they were together like this. His father was so open to him, so clearly desiring him and needing him that Luke had no uncertainty about his place with Vader. Qui-Gon might be his Master, maybe even Vader’s father, but Luke would always be his Vader’s beloved son. That position no one else could take.

Luke laid himself over Vader’s thighs. The feeling of his father’s silken skin against his engorged cock was almost too much. The Force tendril he had kept around the base was hardly enough to keep him from expelling his seed. He whimpered and struggled not to move his hips against those hard, muscled thighs.

Luke felt his father use the Force to draw something over to them. He heard the hiss of a lightstick being lit and smelt the familiar sulfurous odor. Was Vader heating something? Luke craned his neck around to look at what his father was doing. Wasn’t he going to spank him? Vader grasped the back of his neck to keep him from seeing.

“Father, aren’t you … aren’t you going to punish me?”

“Oh, yes, Luke. I am. You merely assumed that I was going to use my hand to redden your sweet backside, but there are other ways,” Vader said.

A trill of expectancy went through Luke at this unknown method of punishment. The hair on his arms stood up as he thought he felt the heat of the lightstick near his buttocks. He clenched them together uncontrollably and Vader chuckled at the involuntary movement.

“How are you going to punish me, Father?” Luke asked, his voice breaking slightly.

“Oh, you’d be amazed what you’d find on a Star Destroyer when you do unannounced inspections of stormtroopers’ quarters,” Vader said, amusement coloring his words. “I wonder if your friend Damon knows of this particular method of punishment?”

Luke grimaced at the mention of the stormtrooper. “I’m sure he does.”

“Oh, you don’t think he is chastely awaiting his conquest of you?” Vader asked. “Or perhaps he has reformed since he met you?”

Luke could tell from Damon’s easy self-assurance that he had been with men before, perhaps many of them in laughing, effortless encounters that involved no thought or self-consciousness. Damon didn’t seem the type to ever doubt his attractiveness or his desires. He was the opposite of Luke in many ways and how Luke wished he were when he was younger.

“I’m sure he is not one to remain chaste, Father. He does not seem the type,” Luke answered dryly.

“Hmmm, well, you are probably correct. But enough of him. I find it angers me to even talk of him. Especially with you spread out, bare and willing. One thing is for certain though, this conversation about him is the closest he will ever get to you in a bedroom,” Vader said huskily.

“I do not even want him this close, Father,” Luke said. As a reward, Vader petted his hair.

“But now, we must get back to your punishment, young one. Your sweet words again will not dissuade me from doing my fatherly duty to you.”

Luke tensed in pleasurable anticipation. His senses were on a hair-trigger as his excitement built. He could feel Vader’s rigid cock pressed against his bare side, the slight shifting of his father’s thighs beneath him, and the easy rise of Vader’s chest as he took in and expelled air. That’s when he felt something hot and thick spatter against the top of his right butt cheek. It burned against his skin for a moment before the substance cooled and hardened. The sensation was a mixture of pleasure and pain. He gasped and moaned as he felt another drop land then another and another. All the spots flared red hot then cooled. Yet still his skin sparked beneath them and was even more sensitive than before.

“Father … Father … what is that? What are you doing?” It was more that he didn’t know where the next drop would land next rather than actual pain that was causing him to panic slightly.

“It is Aris wax,” Vader said.

“Wax … oh,” Luke murmured as he realized what the familiar sensation was on his tender skin, but he knew there must be something special about this wax, because it continued to make his flesh tingle long past what normal wax would have done.

“It is infused with crushed Acanthia seeds. Said to be an aphrodisiac,” Vader explained.

One of his father’s hands was suddenly parting his buttocks, exposing his pucker to the cool bedroom air. His father’s fingertips glided over the sensitive opening in a circular motion.

“Father, what are you … are you going to use the wax … there?”

“And if I was to use it on your sweet pucker, Luke? Don’t you think you deserve such punishment?”

Before Luke could answer, Vader’s fingers were removed, but Luke’s buttocks were still held open. He squirmed helplessly, trying to hide his sensitive opening. In response, Vader lightly smacked one of his ass cheeks, which throbbed where the wax still was as his over-sensitized skin absorbed the blow. Luke gritted his teeth and forced himself to remain still even as his cock leaked furiously against his father’s thighs.

That’s when he felt something hot and thick trickle down his channel, headed straight to his pucker. He couldn’t help the trembling that spread through his body as the burning pleasure began.

The first trail of wax cooled and hardened before it reached his responsive opening. Luke shook as he waited for the next trail of hot wax to make the full journey. Would any seep inside of him? Hot and viscous and in him. What would it feel like when his father removed it? Luke shivered, his arousal twitching, raining down precum on the floor and his father’s skin.

The next drop landed directly over his opening.

“Oh, Father! Oh!”

Luke’s hands gripped the bed sheets as he felt some of the wax seep into his passage.

“How does that feel, Luke?”

“Oh, it hurts, but so … so good, too!”

Luke scrabbled at the sheets when his father’s fingers stroked over the waxed filled opening and then suddenly pulled it off. There was a slight sting, but then the sparking sensation began in earnest inside of him. Luke’s cock gave a jerk and only through pure force of will was he able to stop spilling his seed. He heard the bedding rip in his hands as he fought his impending orgasm.

“You are close, young one? You can’t hold off from coming, can you?” Vader asked, his fingers tracing his opening’s edges.

“Daddy … oh, Force … Daddy, I can’t … can’t stop ... please! Please!”

Vader suddenly flipped Luke over so that the boy could straddle him. His father’s eyes were glowing amber and Luke could see from the furious movement of his throat that Vader was just as on the verge as he was.

“Want you in me, Father.”

“If I try and prepare you, we’ll both be lost,” Vader gritted out.

“Then don’t prepare me. Just … do it,” Luke said, gripping Vader’s shoulders.

“But that will be—”

“I don’t care! I need your cock inside of me, Daddy,” Luke demanded.

Vader’s lush lips curled into a smile. “That’s my son. A born leader. You shall have what you want.”

He then grasped Luke’s hips, positioning the boy over his leaking cock, the head the size of a plum, and pulled Luke down onto it while pushing up at the same time. Vader didn’t stop until Luke’s buttocks were resting flush against Vader’s bare thighs. His father’s moan of pleasure echoed in Luke’s ears as he was fully sheathed in his son.

Luke gritted his teeth against the sharp pain the intrusion of his father’s massive cock caused him as it split him open with nothing but precum to ease the way. The pain helped hold back his orgasm and allowed him to enjoy the sensation of nothing between them: skin to skin. He white-knuckled his father’s shoulders while he took deep breaths, trying to make himself adjust.

“Luke, are you all right?” Anxiety tinged his father’s voice and Vader’s Force presence was suddenly surrounding him, trying to take the pain away and comfort him.

“I’m okay,” Luke said and it was true, because as he had moved towards his father’s chest the electric spot inside of him rubbed against Vader’s cock and the pain seemed insignificant compared to that. He experimentally moved against and gasped as his prostate was touched again.

Concerned amber eyes looked long at him, but recognizing that he was all right, Vader murmured, “Good. Good. You are so tight, my son. So hot and tight and perfect.”

“All for you, Father.”

“Yes,” Vader hissed.

The Dark Lord’s hands slipped to his lower back to give Luke extra support as they began a slow and steady rocking motion. Vader’s cock slipped in and out of his passage only a few inches, but it was more than enough as it hit his prostate with every other stroke. The pleasure was intense. Luke didn’t want it to end. His eyes slid shut and he tilted his head back, offering his neck to Vader. His father began to kiss and lick his throat.

As Vader leant forward, Luke’s cock was getting the benefit of Vader’ taut stomach to rub against and the boy thrust more in earnest as his eager member was again reaching its zenith. He wanted more friction though and reached down to touch himself. Vader’s hand was suddenly gripping his, making Luke’s eyes fly open and stare into his father’s.

“Being disobedient again, are you? Touching what is mine without permission,” Vader said.

“Are you … are you going to punish me, Father?” Luke asked, suddenly breathless. Would his father use the wax on him as they made love?

“Oh, yes. Put your arms around my neck, young one, and hang on,” Vader ordered.

Vader retrieved the Aris wax and lightstick he had tossed on the bed. His father’s cock throbbed inside of him as they both watched him heat the wax until it was almost liquid. Vader suddenly leant down and nipped and sucked on one of Luke’s nipples then pulled back and coated the sensitive nub with hot wax.

“Ooooh! Father! Yes, oh, Force!”

The sensation of the hot wax on his nipple went straight to Luke’s cock. His back passage’s muscles tightened around Vader’s member and the Dark Lord gave out a surprised, pleasured cry.

“More, Luke? Do you deserve more punishment?” Vader breathed into his ear.

“Yes, oh, Force, please more!”

Vader chuckled though it sounded strained even to Luke’s ears as his father fought his own orgasm. Vader’s tongue slicked his nipple. His teeth drew the nub into a stiff peak and then the wax was applied and Luke’s back passage clenched tight again. Vader’s free hand gripped Luke close to his as his cock was massaged by Luke’s internal muscles. Luke knew they both were close to coming and he knew what would take them both over the edge.

“Put it on my cock, Father,” he said.

“Luke … are you sure?” Vader’s eyes were glazed with lust and desire, but Luke saw the paternal concern trying to break through.

Luke ran his fingers down his father’s face. “Yes. I want to feel it on my cock. I trust you to make it good.”

Vader gave a strangled moan. “You are going to be the death of me. But what a way to go.”

He heated the wax one last time while he continued to shallowly thrust into Luke.

“I won’t be able to last much longer, my son.”

Luke’s hands tightened on his father’s shoulders. He leant down and kissed him. “We’ll come together.”

Vader shuddered then with their gazes locked he dripped the wax on Luke’s erect cock. Luke shook as the hot liquid wrapped around his member. His skin tingled and burned underneath it but there was no pain just pleasure like his cock was being enrobed in warmth. Vader got rid of the wax and lightstick and his hands were suddenly gripping Luke’s waist. He was using his great strength to lift Luke up and down on his cock.

The twin sensations of the wax cooling and tingling on his cock and Vader’s brilliant member sliding inside of him sent Luke into a state where he had never been. Pleasure so great that blackness crept over the edges of his vision as his orgasm erupted from him. The last thing he felt before blissed-out unconsciousness take him was his father’s seed spilling inside of him.

Vader’s POV

“I must get us sustenance, young one. We need it after our lovemaking or I fear we will both pass out on our way to the Deathstryke,” Vader teased his clinging son.

Luke slowly unwound his arms from Vader’s neck, though he pouted. “You’re coming back though? Right away?”

Vader ruffled Luke’s hair, his expression softening. “Right away. I am just going to get us food from the other room that Artoo has gotten for us. That’s all.”

“I know. Its just …” Luke bit his lower lip. “We’ll have to be more discrete on the Deathstryke, won’t we? We won’t have the chance to be … so together like this.”

Vader kissed Luke’s forehead, smoothing away the temporary frown lines from Luke’s usual sunny visage. “We’ll have to be … quieter. But I know I could not resist having you once a day at least.”

Luke blushed, but his eyes met Vader’s evenly as he said, “I have the same need as you, Father.”

“My son,” Vader said, affection apparent in his tone.

“Bring some of that juicy fruit, too. The one you ate before,” Luke said as he flopped back against the pillows, arms stretched high over his head. “You looked so … beautiful … eating it.”

“I will,” Vader agreed then with a soft smile he turned from the vision on the bed and exited their bedroom into the living area of their quarters.

He and Luke had both collapsed for a half hour after the most incredible sex either had ever had. They had snuggled together, limbs entwined, while strength and consciousness had returned. Vader was still reeling internally by how amazing his son had been. So willing to experiment during their lovemaking. So perfect in his responses. Vader shivered. He was half hard again. He tightened the black silk robe around his body. If he kept on with that line of thought, he would be taking Luke again and already they were delayed enough in getting off the Executor.

As he crossed the living area, he suddenly felt a Force pull from his right. His footsteps slowed then stopped as he turned towards the sensation.

The Archive.

The silver disc that held the ancient Sith’s consciousness winked at him from the top of the recorder. The fingers of his right hand closed against his palm then fanned open again as he imagined destroying it and the temptation and fear it represented. All he had to do was snatch it up and crush it to powder.

‘But am I certain the Sith is even in there any more?’ Vader thought and his amber eyes narrowed. ‘Does he exist now in my mind? In Qui-Gon’s? In our bond itself? How else could he show us those visions? Or like Sidious, can he manipulate us from afar?’

These weren’t the only questions he had. There were others that kept him lingering here, not acting, allowing the silver disc to glint at him like a precious gem hit by sunlight. Vader stepped forward then stepped back again.

‘If I destroy the Archive then I’ll never know what secrets this Sith knows … and if he’s my father—NO! He’s not. He’s not Qui-Gon. He’s not my father. He’s just … just an ancient being with vast unimaginable power. So much knowledge, so many questions could be answered … and it’s all within the palm of my hand …’

Vader stood still for one long moment before he took two quick steps forward and plucked the disc off of the recorder. He slipped it within a protective case and then into the pocket of the bag he planned to take on the Deathstryke. He would not destroy the ancient Sith. At least not yet. Not until he learnt all he could from him.

“Father? Are you coming? I’m starving!” Luke’s sweet voice called from the bedroom.

Vader turned towards the warmth of his son’s presence, a smile lighting his face even as fingers twitched towards the packed disc. “I’m coming, Luke. Don’t worry, I’m coming.”