Dark Lineage

Pairing: Vader/Luke, with Anakin/Obi-Wan shadings later on.
Rating: PG-13 for now, moving towards NC-17
Time period/time setting: Picks up partway through Empire Strikes Back.. AU from there.
Warnings: Incest, some AU manipulation as in, timeline changes after a point, at some point, NC-17.
Short Summary: Explorations on the idea of Vader Luke. This piece was inspired by a hot but unsatisfying fic I read where I felt there were a lot of problems.. I really wanted to write my own version to preserve the potential that was really quite kinky, but break fewer charachters along the way. I had to sacrifice a few things about Luke, but I think I have it going mostly how I wanted it. >.> Please, harass me about what I got wrong.
The plotling is that Luke is so drawn to Vader that he doesn't escape him in Cloud City, he's captured by him, and the two of them fight the light/dark battle out with wills rather than swords. This hopes to avoid mushyness and romanticism, though.


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Luke awoke in a cold sweat, pulling his blanket tight around him, even though the air on Dagobah was muggy and thick, almost tangible. His eyes cast around the shadows as they had not since he was a boy, and at first he was not sure what he was to see, before his mind pulled the images from his night visions to him, forcing him to see his fears. The black mask, the cape, the full height of the man that was his enemy, who he had watched kill the closest thing he'd had to a father, ever.. every other time he'd dreamt of Vader, he'd dreamt of that slaying.
But his new consciousness, his awareness that Vader was to endanger his friends soon, that he needed to face him.. it had awakened something in him that he wasn't sure he truly liked.. No, it wasn't lust or fear, it was just consciousness, he assured himself. He was just more sensitive to the idea of the Sith Lord, he'd just have to be extra-cautious in his presence, when he had to face him.
But that dream.. Luke tried to push it out of his mind as he settled back into his bedroll outside Yoda's hut, forcing a trance, but the images returned to him anyway, painted on the dark sky and canopy. Cold metal hands gripping him, forcing him to submit, biting into his bare flesh, the cold, synthesized voice commanding his submission.. he rebelled against the thought with a scowl. He was an independent man, he knew that, not one for being foreword in romance, he'd admit to that, but to crave submission, and to Vader.. the dream must mean another thing.
The trees above seemed only to form Vader's mask against the sky, so he rolled over, and found his arousal uncomfortable against his chest. This need would not release into the Force as he wished, and he tried to call up any image that he could to calm himself.. the ice creature on Hoth, he thought, but all too soon Vader's army crept into the picture, Vader slaying the ice creature and taking him prisoner.. he reset his mind's eye to focus on the Hutts, which worked much better. With his repulsion over the race in his mind, he settled back into sleep.

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"Up, up!"
The slightly raucous cry jarred Luke into some wakefulness. He shook his head and sat up, to face the diminutive green creature that sat before him, smirking.
"Sleep well last night, you did not, but tonight, you will!"
A cup of food was offered, and Luke took it, smiling some at his mentor. "Thank you, Yoda. I would like to be training harder today."
"You will be. You will be." The Master smiled knowingly, and then, as he sought deeper into the cause of Luke's unrest, he took on a frown of worry. He studied Luke as he ate, and shook his head in concern.
"What do you think, Master? What did it mean?" Luke was worried and honestly curious at the same time, wanting Yoda's honest opinion of his predicament, opening his mind to allow him to see the dream. If it had some symbolic meaning that he could not discern, he most certainly wanted to know what it meant..
The little green man only shook his head slowly.
"Train hard we will today.. the meaning of your dream you must discern in time."

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Luke was busy balancing Yoda on top of Artoo on top of four rocks on top of his feet, which were up in the air, when he was hit by a series of visions, each more jarring than the last.
First, a city all of white - Leia, crying, against Threepio - Han, motionless, frozen - and then, Vader, watching them - forcing Luke against him, pinning him helpless, filling him with... that which could not be lust and could not be fear, whatever it was...
Artoo screamed, and Yoda sought his balance, toppling to his feet, somehow saving Artoo in the process, and Luke scrambled to his feet to save face. He shoved the piece about Vader aside, not ready to deal with it, and Leia's distress, Han's fate burned into his mind.
"Master Yoda, I must go to them.." Luke knew that pleading with Yoda was futile, but he knew he'd go anyway, with his Master's blessing or not.
"Complete, your training is not. Ready, you are not. Not if you are to face Vader. Much to resolve, you still have."
"But my friends are in trouble!" Luke replayed the image of Leia crying in his mind, and felt all the more desperate to go save them..
Yoda only shook his head in sorrow. The boy was headstrong, he had his father to thank for that, and he was going to do this without Yoda's blessing. The Dark Side clouded this from Yoda's sight, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon's voices were distinctly silenced, and he could not predict the outcome of this event, and all he could do was assist Luke in raising his starfighter to go on his way.

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From the moment he docked - no, before, Luke could practically smell Vader's presence.
It was a trap, he knew it was a trap, but much like his father before him, he had a love of springing traps. He meant to be the bait, to allow Leia to escape with her life, as he could feel it, laced along the edges of what Vader inspired in him, and it pulled him right to the carbon freezing chamber, where the masked man waited for him. A rush like no other filled Luke's veins as he got close to him, it was like what he'd felt learning to sense the Force the first time, an acute awareness of something he wondered how he'd ever gone without, the beginnings of a dependency. The force signature was so strong..
The first long, artificial breath made him shiver, but he had enough wits to draw his blue saber, his father's lightsaber, and activate it, ready to destroy Vader and all he stood for. But somehow, once the near-inhuman creature entered the fight, parrying and thrusting with more skill than Luke ever hoped to master, especially seeing as he had no swordsmen to practice with, it didn't seem as if the older man meant to kill him, more that he meant to corner him... Luke didn't understand. But he allowed himself to be chased back onto a bridge over an exhaust chute, finding himself rather tired and the dark man not at all.
And it was as it was in the dream suddenly, Vader's dark, solid form pressed him hard against the railing, and he took Luke's lightsaber from him, to examine it. There was no explanation Luke had as to why he could not move, but his brain couldn't seem to connect to his muscles, and he was paralyzed as the Sith lord turned his lightsaber in his hand, fascinated, before clipping it besides his own to his belt.
"Obi-Wan never told you the truth about your father, Anakin Skywalker.."
Luke swallowed hard, staring at Vader, his body starting a war on whether it should shrink away or cling to what was the center of evil in the galaxy. "He told me you killed him." And he wondered at why that awoke no emotion in him, no shred remained from his Jedi training. Somehow, it didn't matter what this man had done, he'd feel this confusion even if he'd saved his father's life a hundred times.
A black-gloved hand caressed his cheek, forcing him to look at Vader.
"No.. that was a lie. Luke, I am your father."
It was as if Luke's brain stopped receiving signal, and he stared.
His father? The evil in the galaxy that had killed Obi-Wan Kenobi?
And as that began to register, he realized, he'd begun to have.. sexual feelings about his father?
Luke felt for the first time a real desire to escape his present situation.
And just as he wished.. Vader, Anakin, his father pulled a pair of heavy cuffs from under his cape, and clipped them around his son's wrists. They glowed both with a blue energy, and somehow.. Luke felt as if he had suddenly gone blind, he coudln't feel the Force, sense anything.. and for the moment, he was too panicked to struggle, his whole system disturbed at this absence.
"I have much to teach you, and you will join me, in time."
And Vader waved his hand before him, and he descended into blackness.