Dark Lineage

Ah yes. I must dedicate this to mayaslash, for turning me on to Luke Vader. I'd also like to thank pris, Marie, Ladynaye, Queen Serenity of the Naboo, vikkir, Sunny, and especially Dark Jedi for being thoughtful enough to comment. I hope you're still around to read part three. ^-^

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The slender alien that walked out to meet them in the rain was kind and gentle, femenine, though it wasn't distinctly female or male.
Luke didn't follow the entire convorsation but the jist of it that he got was that Vader had required some sort of cloning to be done, and then some surgical procedure.. He was a little disturbed by it, honestly. He wasn't sure what to make of it, really, he was still really only a farm boy, despite being a Jedi and a fighter pilot. The cloners seemed to take a disturbing intrest in him as they toured the facility, staring with their large, black eyes..

"All is to your liking, Lord Vader?" The Kaminoan purred, tilting her slender neck to look more fully at Luke's father.
"Yes. I place my faith in you."
"Very well. I will escort your donor to the collection chamber. Do you wish to accompany me?" She spoke as if Luke were not even a human being! Luke felt his adrenaline rise in panic, but his father's hand on his shoulder, firm and somehow reassuring to him, calmed him instantly.
"Yes. I wish to see that no harm comes to him."
"Certainly. Please, follow me."
The Kaminoan slowly waded off, and Vader followed in step, leaving Luke no chance but to continue after him. The whole facility creeped Luke out, and he wasn't entirely sure why.. he listened to his senses, though, and felt Ben's presence in the building, like he'd been here before.. he had a feeling he'd get to ask him about it eventually. They were eventually led into what had to be an operating room, and the Kaminoan offered, "I'll leave you alone to prepare him, Lord Vader," and promptly left the room.

Luke almost shivered, watching the being go.
Vader touched his cheek again, as if he relished the feeling of Luke's smooth skin through his sensors, and he stroked down his neck.
"I will explain everything in time, my son. For now it will be enough that you know that no harm is to come to you. You are far too important to damage."
Luke's eyes burned with questions, but before he could get to any of them, Vader reached down to his belt to begin undressing Luke. The jedi was startled, and made to pull back, but his father's hands held his hips firmly, keeping him from resisting.
"While you are in my presence, Luke, you belong to me. Is that clear?"
"No." Luke was still not enamored enough of his father to just submit to him so cleanly. "Not while I don't know what's going on."
"It is too soon for you to know the truth of the situation."
"Why does everyone keep everything from me? I'm sick of being protected until someone else decides I'm ready. If you want me to cooperate, explain things." All of his resentment at Ben, at Yoda, at Han and Leia who were probably fucking behind his back.. even as far back as at Owen and Beru, who had to have known the truth about his father. In truth, Yoda and Ben had been right, he wasn't ready to face Vader, he still had too much emotion in him.
"I will explain if you permit me to finish the task at hand." From where Vader stood, and how Luke's belt and sash had fallen around his ankles, Luke understood what that task was, but he found it a small price to pay for the information he would receive.
"Go ahead, then."
Vader made very quick work of his tunic for him, seemingly eager for the flesh underneath, somewhat of a lust that made Luke disturbed and aroused at once. Once the boy was rid of his clothing, and he was naked and almost shivering, Vader picked him up and laid him down on another metal operating table, the cold of it making Luke's flesh rise in goose-bumps. He stared defiantly up at his father, ignoring his partial arousal, expecting his explanation now.
Vader stroked his chest, his hips, just barely skirting his length, almost as if he were attempting to tease him into further arousal.
"Your skin is so smooth.. you are so beautiful, my son. I cannot wait to touch you with a real hand."
"What do you mean?"
"I have brought you here, my son, so that I may have a real body again. When Obi-Wan betrayed me, I was burned very badly.. many of my organs no longer function, and the tissue was too badly damaged to recover. In fact, much of my tissue is too badly damaged.. but there is enough to save, if it can be grafted to a similar stock." Vader's hand continued to dance on Luke's body, making the boy anxious and bringing him closer towards being needy.
"Mine." Luke almost gasped out, understanding. His father needed his tissue samples to grow a new body for himself.
"Yes, Luke. You harbor in you almost as many midichlorians as I once did. You are so very powerful. No other could be as powerful by nature."
"Midichlorians?" Luke couldn't even really form a full sentence, as his brain tried to stay on the subject of the purpose of all this, while his body wanted nothing but for Vader to allow his hand to rest fully on his cock.
"The portions of one's cells that are force-sensetive. They require living cells to grow in."
Luke's brain caught the drift immediately. Vader didn't want a new body for cosmetic reasons, he wanted more power. Strength. Ability to rule, to crush, to dominate.
And just as he wanted to protest, to deny his father this assistance, Vader's hand encircled his member, stroking him hard and satisfyingly, hitting all the right nerves just as Luke wanted them to be touched, clearing his brain of any whispers of discontent by filling him with lust and need. Luke couldn't help but moan audibly, gasping and writhing a little on the table that grew warm beneath him as he arched up in what was undeniably the most powerful feeling he'd ever felt in his life.

Before he could recover, Vader clamped Luke's limbs to the table and turned to the exit. The door slid open, and as he left, a Kaminoan doctor team trailed in, not wasting any time to sedate Luke, forcing him to drift back into a familiar blackness.

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Luke almost expected to see Ben Kenobi when he awoke into the blackness, but instead a man he had never encountered stood before him. This man was much taller than Ben, almost as tall as Lord Vader, with long gray hair and a soft smile. He walked closer to Luke from the void, and sat down next to him, allowing the younger man to get his bearings. Once Luke seemed to be more conscious, the man offered him a hand to shake.
"Hello, Luke. I bet you're wondering who I am." The man chuckled softly, as if he knew Luke's frustration with being left in the dark, as it were, and continued, "I am Qui-Gon Jinn, master to Obi-Wan. I discovered your father in slavery on Tattoine when he was a young boy."
Luke nodded faintly, trying to digest that. It opened a whole new story he'd never considered, and his mind wheeled a little trying to figure out how this man fit into the situation.
"Sometime I will explain much more to you of the past.. but now is not the time. We must discuss only the past that relates directly to the present."
"Vader." Luke swallowed faintly, like that left a slightly strange taste in his mouth.
"Yes. I believe that he means to overthrow the Emperor, and to enlist you in his cause."
Luke stared at Jinn, a bit skeptical. "Forgive me for asking, but how well did you know him?" He wasn't surprised, but he wanted to know how well this Qui-Gon had known his father to judge his information by.
"I only knew your father in the flesh for a few days. I was killed by a Sith, another apprentice of the Emperor's days afterwards and left his training to Obi-Wan. But I have followed him from the Force ever since. I would say that I know him better than Obi-Wan does, even, as he has not observed him from the time that Anakin became Vader until he entered the Force from the Death Star. I also understand him more than Obi-Wan does, seeing as I am much more like your father than Kenobi."
Luke nodded faintly. That was acceptable, though it really wasn't what he wanted to hear.
"Why would Vader betray the Emperor?" Vader had never struck Luke as power-hungry, so he was surprised by it."
"Your father believes in dictatorial rule, but I sense in him some discontent with the Emperor's method of ruling. The Emperor lied to your father, in his point of view, and isn't conducting the Empire in the method that he would see most fit. Now that he has found a way to be able to overpower him, without losing his life in the process, he will take it."
"And afterwards?"
"That I cannot see. As he is, Anakin is more machine than man. Consumed by the Dark Side, he may seize power and tighten the reigns on the Empire. But if humanity or the light side interferes.. who can say?"
Luke pondered this for a long time before asking, "Do you think he's lost to the Dark Side?"
Qui-Gon's features relaxed into a slow, enigmatic grin as Luke found himself falling back to himself.

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Luke was dressed again this time, and he wondered if Vader had done it.
In truth, he was disturbed at how easily his father had distracted him, and he felt guilty. He'd been overpowered so easily, and with lust.. it was awful to feel what he felt, it should be so wrong.. His father, a Sith lord in power of the whole galaxy, that had killed his mentor and his only other family, that had used his friends against him, that wasn't even human..
The last count fell on him with noticeable impact, and Luke felt guilt again. He would be human again shortly.
Luke could feel a bubble of lust rise in him with that thought, that his father would be able not only to touch him but to really possess him, to take his pleasure from Luke's body..
No. What was this? Was Vader forcing this lust on him, the dream that he'd had, all of the desire for him in his presence?
It couldn't be. Luke had felt that desire when he first saw Lord Vader destroy Obi-Wan on the Death Star, felt it during the Battle of Yavin.
What twisted form of torture was this, then? What would Leia think, if she knew? Han would call them both sick and depart in an instant.
Luke wasn't trapped in his solitude much longer, the door to the operating room slid open and he sat up quickly, expecting Vader.

The Kaminoan who faced him offered him a small smile, and gestured. "Please, follow me."
Luke rose, figuring following wasn't such a bad thing to do, and padded barefoot after the slender creature, past white halls and glass windows.
"Your cells are wonderfully pliant, Skywalker. The development team reports that they are a joy to work with."
The alien seemed to think this was a radiant compliment, and Luke figured it was polite to answer, "I'm glad to hear it. Thank you."
"Your companion has entered hibernation and is currently on life support. Our transfer team is working on readying his body to accept the new tissue, so that it can support his life until his body is fully restored," she explained, "But as pliant as your cells are, I'm afraid it may take days to fully complete his healing. He requested that you have a room next to the operating room, so that you can watch the procedure if you like."
She stopped beside a door, and activated the controls to open it. Luke stepped inside, and was surprised at the lush furnishings of the room, unlike anything else he'd ever seen in person, silk sheets and plush chairs and a smooth marble-topped table, a bookcase with a collection of data listings. The walls were not white, but a soft deep red, one that made Luke feel safe and a little passionate, just at the color.
"Allow me." She entered behind him, and touched a dial on one wall, and the color faded away to display the room next door, where a barely human stump was hooked up to more wires and tubes than Luke could count.

He gasped softly, and stepped closer to examine. Vader's body was really only a core with pieces of limbs and a head attached, and all of it was deathly white, except for where it was scarred and red.
The Kaminoan said something about the dial controlling whether or not he saw, but Luke couldn't hear.
All he felt was sympathy for his father, and desire for him to be whole again, at any cost. He was irrational, he knew, but he felt something much more than lust for his father now.

AN: Yeah, ok. A little porn. Suprise cameo next chapter, and some more satisfying porn. Thank you for reading, and remember, reviews are just incentives for me to write more, faster. ^-^