An Even Greater Sin

BEWARE: MAJOR SLASH WARNING. Male/male sex, both consentual and rape. Incest, adultery, a drunken one-nighter, a great deal of violence... and the rape is committed by a very ugly person. Very vulgar language, and VERY MORBID. Angst/drama with a little bit of romance. If ANY of this stuff offends you... DON'T READ. Don't bother flaming me just because you don't like these themes. Stop right now and back out. Your browser WILL allow you to, I can guarantee that. By the way, this is during Revenge of the Sith, so there ARE spoilers... but it's an AU.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Star Wars.

SUMMARY: It's an old spacer's tale that if you get drunk while in hyperspace, you'll lose your mind. But for a Skywalker... the stakes may be much higher, as he is sent into the past... and causes things to get MUCH worse...

An Even Greater Sin

By Luke SkyWolf


PROLOGUE: As the stars tilt...

It was a dreary evening on Dagobah, and Luke Skywalker was in the deepest funk he'd ever experienced. Darth Vader, his father! And Leia, his sister! It was all too much for his stressed mind to handle at once.

What had caused his father to go so wrong? What could transform a person into a murder machine? Although Luke believed in the ultimate good of others, he knew that it was a stretch to even hope for his father's return from the Dark side. But he had to believe. If he didn't, he would be lost, as well, to the despair of evil.

Trying to shake off his growing headache, he levitated Artoo into his socket behind the cockpit of his X-wing. Slowly ascending the ladder, he glanced back sadly at the home of his mentor- now passed on into the Force. Regretfully, he murmured, "Did he even love me?"

After entering hyperspace, Luke was bouncing off the walls of the cramped cockpit. He couldn't keep from crying, or cursing, or grinding his gloved fist into his bare palm in frustration. He knew that, if he didn't find some way to ease his rage, he'd start using the Force- and who knew what he'd do to his surroundings in this state? He had to numb his mind somehow.

He thought about the bottle of Corellian whiskey that Han had given him for his twenty-first birthday. He'd never drank it- he wasn't a drinker by nature. But Luke was desperate for escape. He fished it out from the compartment behind his head, and began to drink...

Artoo whistled a warning to him, and his blurry eyes couldn't make out the translation on the screen...

After he had almost drained the entire bottle, the universe tilted, and the bottle fell...

Circuitry flared as alcohol seeped into the electronics. Luke cursed in four languages...

Hyperspace wasn't supposed to be red...

And before Luke Skywalker knew it, he was spinning, out of control, towards a planet of lights...

A crash... and then a universe of darkness...

A voice... are you okay... grating of metal on metal... can you hear me?

A blurry face... a slurring voice... let'sh getchya outta here...

Warm arms... smell of strong wine... strength and power and the Force and the Darkness...

Blue eyes... so blue... so deep... so bright... so dark...

A stumble... unease... sickness... the taste of bile...

A taxi?

An apartment... or a hotel...

And the Force cried out in pain.

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