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Luke's jaw tightened, fear and anger and annoyance rushing through his blood- the pus from Obi-Wan's burns seeped between his fingers. The young woman all dressed in black stood beside Darth Vader with a strange expression on her face; looking like she was thrilled about Obi-Wan's pain but also confused as to Luke's appearance before them. With the fire still raging near them, Luke wasn't expecting Vader to start towards them so when he did, Luke pulled the older man closer to his chest and all but growled at the huge creature him.
That actually had Vader stopping before him- surely not knowing what to do with Luke. When he stepped again, Luke felt fear course through him. No longer did he have that anger and fury pushing him forwards; tears quickly fell down his cheeks- flushed from the proximity of the fire. "Please! Please don't come any closer! I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt him."
Vader stepped again and Luke pushed Obi-Wan's body gently behind him. He didn't know what to do. He was panicking- so he tossed himself onto the ground, kneeling and crawling towards Vader. Once he was close enough, he grabbed onto the giant booted foot that had to easily be twice the size of his own, if not more.
The commander above him stopped when Luke pressed his forehead against the top of the boot, leaning further down to kiss the durasteel and leather. "Please." He whispered again.
Above him, Vader was silent; only the sound of the others milling about and keeping the perimeter secure could be heard. Sitting back up, Luke’s hands gripped upon the knee covering of the giant leg before him. He looked up and up and up and up until his eyes caught the large black mask while tears streamed down his face.
"Use it." Vader's rumbling voice commanded...
And Luke somehow knew what Vader was telling him to do.
So with a quiet whimper and an even quieter sob, he shuffled forwards until his crotch was pressed against the top of the large boot.
"Stop Luke. Don't do it." He heard Obi-Wan gasp in pain behind him which only caused Luke to hold on tighter to the leg before him. He had to. He had to- if it meant keeping Obi-Wan safe. He would do anything.
So as quiet as can be, he gently started to grind into the boot. The pleasure couldn't not be described; heightened by the emotional pain and adrenaline pumping through him. He rocked again with a twist and Luke's eyes closed when his head fell back in pleasure. Mouth opening, he felt drool drip down his lips even with the dryness of the area- the fire seemingly only causing him to sweat; to let his body produce even more liquid. Luke cried, mouth watered; he sweat and sobbed with his face pressed tightly against the metal plate just above the knee. Compared to Vader, he was tiny which did not help the guilty pleasure that coursed through him.
It did not take much longer for Luke to finally come with a shiver down his spine. His face must have been burning and not just from the flames that sat near feet away- and when he looked up, he knew he had to be a sight and a half to behold. Tears were streaming down his face with his pupils blown wide; completely out from the orgasm he just had. There was no way he would be able to get Obi-Wan and himself out of there now.
~’~
Obi-Wan came to slowly, unaware and unsure of his surroundings. At first, he could only see a dull and dark grey color all around him. There was a flash of red light every other beat; and there was something incredibly familiar about it- unsettling and eerie. The last thing he could remember in his closest memories however wase that dark dusty mining area. He could recall the running; that adrenaline infused panic he felt as he sprinted away from death incarnate that had hunted him down for the past ten years.
How could he be so stupid? He should have known the moment those troopers appeared near Freck’s vehicle that he was beyond the point of no return. There were footsteps that paced quietly and leisurely somewhere outside of his vision. The beat was familiar to Obi-Wan, he had heard that tempo many times in the past. Now…now it was all rushing back to him.
Anakin- no, Darth Vader. Vader had hunted him, to that large flat area, before he lit the ground so flames would spring up in a torrent- eventually dragging him through said fire. Obi-Wan could still hear that deep voice telling him he would meet his demise soon.
Yet he remembered the fire stopping, Luke running over and protecting him from the inquisitors and Vader.
Then…
Oh maker then…
Finally Obi-Wan fully came to and sat up. He was in a large room that was all bleak and black stone. The grey tone came from the thin window that rapped around the room- terrible burst of fire and lava were what caused the flashing of light. In the middle of the room was something of a throne and behind that he saw the silhouette that coursed terror through his veins.
Clearly Vader knew he waws awake for he slowly turned and made “eye” contact with him.
“The two of you were out for quite some time Obi-Wan.”
“Two?” He trailed off to look beside him. There Luke was, still passed out and covered in dust. Obi-Wan felt sick.
“Yes. I have changed my mind. I have no desire to kill you any longer, not after you brought such a creature to me. The two of you are something of a pair that I will keep for as long as I need to.” Obi-Wan noted Vader’s voice sounded just a little different from the last time they “spoke” to one another.
With those same steps, Vader came gliding over to where he and Luke were. Obi-Wan did not have much energy to throw himself between Luke and Vader- but he realized he did not have to.
Vader had no intention of hurting the younger man.
Instead, Vader knelt beside Luke’s small body, pressing the tips of two fingers to Luke’s forehead. Like waking through a fog, Luke’s blue eyes fluttered open- his long blonde eyelashes brushing against Vader’s gloved hand that had cupped his cheek.
“What’s going on?” Luke sounded his age of 16. He was small and scared and surely could recall what he had done when he was previously awake.
Vader meanwhile chuckled. “You are safe now little one.” He brushed his fingers around Luke’s face- and Luke’s eyes closed again with a whimper. Only when Vader stopped did Luke open his eyes again. To Obi-Wan’s shock, Vader reached up and unclipped his helmet. With a hiss, it opened and Obi-Wan felt a punch to his gut.
There, basically as hauntingly stunning as the last time he saw him on Mustafar, was Anakin Skywalker’s face. The years had barely aged him…or not.
Obi-Wan was so confused he couldn’t even speak.
“You see little thing; your force energy is doing something to me.” Vader’s fingers gripped Luke’s chin and tilted his head back. Leaning down and down and down, Vader allowed his lips to hover right over Luke’s. “I can’t let you leave now.” And their lips pressed together.
~’~
Life had become…odd since being captured by Vader.
Perhaps one of the strangest things to Obi-Wan was that he was least surprised to find out Vader had killed Palpatine, taking over as the Emperor.
As of right then, Obi-Wan could not see that much of a difference between the man standing before him and the previous leader of the galaxy- though he hadn’t left Vader’s side since they first saw one another again on Mapuzo. There had not been any chance for him to see the different workings of the galaxy.
His eyes drifted from Ana-Vader’s soft expression out towards the training grounds. For some twisted reason, he had brought them to Naboo. Obi-Wan had his speculations as to why, but he surely did not have enough energy to voice said thoughts.
Reva, the one that had hunted him from planet to planet, was walking Luke through simple drills; though perhaps they could not even be considered drills. They were more like test, gently nudging Luke one way or the other.
Obi-Wan actually felt a little spike of joy at how surprised Reva looked when Luke’s immense Force energy was able to blow away any little “trick” she threw his way. There was a sense of annoyance in her expression- yet Obi-Wan could also read some affection; like one’s older sister would feel towards a younger sibling.
He looked out of the corner of his eye again at the man beside him.
Vader had forgone the bulky armor he had worn on Mapuzo; though there wasn’t much reason for him to continue wearing it anyways. Luke’s energy had healed them far faster then they were expecting. Now the new Emperor was easily the most powerful person in the galaxy.
Well, second most powerful, Obi-Wan thought of the young man chucking things about with the Force below them.
“He is strong. Strong enough not to need a great deal of training.” Vader’s deep and echoing voice broke Obi-Wan out of his thoughts. He had always hated when Anakin had done that- their Force bond making it inevitably though no less of an annoyance.
“Then give him his freedom Anak-“
“Anakin is dead.” Vader growled while whipping his head around to glare at Obi-Wan with golden eyes. With his prosthetics, Vader was easily a good half foot taller than Obi-Wan. While others would be intimidated by such a display, he was simply tired. He sighed and turned to look back at Reva and Luke.
The two of them were speaking quietly to one another before he pointed over his shoulder towards the ship hangar. Animatedly, as the 16 year old usually was when talking about anything mechanical, he waved his arms about and smiled.
Obi-Wan knew Luke looked happy at the moment, but he wouldn’t stay that way. He knew he would yearn for that release, for the freedom; just as his father did all those years ago.
The darkness swirling within Vader was clouding his judgment. Surely if he had been clearly thinking, he would see Luke would wither in captivity.
Even if the cage was gilded.
“He seems to enjoy it here.” Vader muttered under his breath now that he was clearly off put by the aura between the two. There were some things that transferred from Anakin to Vader; this clearly being one of them. He had always been terrible at facing his problems.
“Mustafar was too dead. Even Tatooine had much more life; it is clear Luke yearns for the buzzing and peaceful activity of nature around him.”
It was the truth as well. Even if Obi-Wan had not seen Luke on many different planets, it was obvious what Luke preferred.
Beside him, Vader made a humming noise then brought up his comm strapped to his wrist. Pressing a few buttons upon letters that Obi-Wan could surprisingly not read, he dropped his hand then turned fully to face his old master. With how well put together Vader was, Obi-Wan felt a little unkempt. Well… a lot unkempt.
While Vader had given him and Luke new clothes, Obi-Wan’s hair could no longer be tamed after a decade on Tatooine. It was his lot in life.
“Come, we are headed out.” The taller man did not give him a chance to respond; to ask any questions. He simply grabbed Obi-Wan’s wrist on one giant hand tugged him down the steps towards the training field where the other two were.
Upon walking outside, Luke and Reva both grew quiet- for completely different reasons though.
While Reva fought with kneeling, something that she had been trained to do for years but was now told it wasn’t necessary, Luke beamed. “Daddy! Reva was just telling me that they have a full wing of droids that specifically aide on your old republic ships! That’s amazing. Can we go see it?” He pulled those big blue eyes out and Obi-Wan knew Vader was a goner- especially with how his hand tightened on his wrist.
“Yes. And while we are walking, I shall explain to you what we are doing after.” So the four of them headed over to the mechanic bay. Vader and Luke walked side by side; Luke bumping into his father every few steps. Vader meanwhile radiated pleased energy. His very spirit was coveting every moment he and his son were near one another.
Behind them was Reva and Obi-Wan. He felt less of the affection she had been showing Luke, that much was glaringly obvious. “Lord Vader is pleased he has found his son.” She started in an aborted manner of attempting small talk. He did not respond at first for they were almost to the hangar. Ahead of them, he could hear Vader explaining where they were going after their detour to the mechanic wing of the royal palace- a place Obi-Wan had not seen in quite some time.
Endor. Huh, that was an odd pick to take Luke, though perhaps he was aiming for a location that was the least developed. Endor’s only inhabitants were Ewoks and it wasn’t like they were building cement skyscrapers; choosing to live harmoniously with their habitat.
“He does seem happy.” The last time he had seen him this happy was with… He could not finish that thought-not wanting to break down in front of Reva. While Luke clearly trusted her after the extended period they have spent with the new Emperor, Obi-Wan was still as cautious as ever.
Once they arrived, Luke and the Emperor rushed off which only caused his aching heart to twist harder. Yes, he said that Anakin was dead; but Obi-Wan would beg to differ.
Anakin was in every smile, he was in every jubilant exclamation as he showed one thing after another to his son. It was painfully obvious that they were related; nearly looking like twins if Vader was just a touch younger. Back and forth they chatted about everything; about the nuts and bolts and anything they could get their hands on.
“It is time to go.” Vader’s voice broke Obi-Wan out of his thoughts. The two blondes stood before them; Luke beaming and Vader sort of smiling as well. At least he had what could be considered a smile for him on his face. Though Obi-Wan had to wonder if that was more because of Luke’s hand clinging to his or if was something else entirely.
“Yes Lord Vader.” Reva responded without jerking to kneel. It seemed as though she was making progress.
If the way her Force signature rippled with faint happiness at Luke’s happy smile he sent her way was anything to go by, she would strive to work as hard as she could.
~’~
Reva’s eyes narrowed towards the front of the Lambda shuttle they decided on using to make their way to Endor.
Lord Vader was piloting, that was not all that out of the ordinary. It was the man beside him that had Reva prickly with anxiety.
Obi-Wan Kenobi; a name that was nearly synonymous with the word Jedi. The history between the two men was sordid to say the least- plus she was still reeling from the change in heart that had rushed through her Emperor. One moment he was wanting to capture Obi-Wan to torture and do makers knew what with.
Now they were mildly talking like the master and padawan they once were.
“Wow this is beautiful Reva!”
Her eyes fluttered back to the petite blonde beside her.
Luke Skywalker. She could see the resemblance to his father.
Though there was something far less harsh about the young man. While his father, the emperor, was made of onyx and lava, Luke was all sand dunes and waterways. She felt like if she were to take a hold of him, he would simply shift through her fingers.
Of course there was one glaring possible reason as to the change of heart between the two older men at the front of the ship- and he was sitting right beside her.
Luke was an odd creature, she could admit that. Reva could still clearly see that night on Mapuzo- how Luke had pleasured himself on Lord Vader’s boot to save Obi-Wan’s life. In her time travelling across the galaxy, she had seen far more explicit things than that; far worse things then an… intense love, let’s say, between a father and son. There were things that she had witnessed that still made her feel sick.
Now, however, Luke had taken to being the doting son with ease; Lord Vader’s obsessive affection probably made it a lot easier as well.
At first, she felt uneasy around the blonde. He was young, 16 years and not much more Apparently he had spent his entire life on Tatooine and had not seen much more than the moisture farm he grew up on.
While he was naïve from the very few life experiences he had; the fathomless abyss that was his Force energy gave him a completely different aura. Those big blue eyes stared up at her as he pointed out this and that about her lightsaber hilt, but they couldn’t hide the universe that exuded from him.
Him and his father were eldritch beings she could not longer life without.
The sound of the shuttle soaring through space coupled with the quiet muttering from the front and Luke’s soothing voice beside her, Reva felt herself relax further and further.
Before she could stop herself, she did something she had not done in many a year- not since the last time she trusted someone enough to have her back.
She dipped off into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.
~’~
She jolted awake to the feeling of eyes on her- her movements causing Luke to stir as well.
There stood Lord Vader and Obi-Wan, giving the younger of the four an odd look. Reva, however, felt a rush of furious shame shoot through her. Without a second thought, she fell to the ground and knelt before her master even though she knew Luke did not like such a display.
“Lord Vader I cannot apologize enough. I do not know what came over me- please let me ma-“
She was cut off when she saw him raise a hand; expecting to be choked she froze.
Yet no pressure was applied to her throat.
She didn’t feel her lungs squeeze or her eyes bulge from being throttled through the force.
His eyes shifted behind her which was the permission she needed to look as well. Luke was blinking away the sleep from his pretty blonde eyelashes that looked like spun gold. When he spotted her, he looked confused; a mirror to the expression that had just been on his father’s face.
“Reva? What are you doing?” The young man stood slowly and reached down to help her up. She still felt strange out of her armor- Luke having helped find her a simple black tunic and pants with soft flats. It was a similar outfit to his, though he seemed to carry over his habit from Tatooine of putting on white and light clothes. “You are a friend. There isn’t any need to do that.”
Her stomach twisted with a thousand different feelings, hating and loving every single one. Reva looked back to the older men to get some sort of guidance but Lord Vader only had eyes for his son- it was Obi-Wan beside her that gave her a small shrug.
Lord Vader walked Luke out of the back of the ship, leaving her and Obi-Wan looking at the emerald green forest down the ramp. “I don’t understand.” Reva had not meant to say it aloud; it seemed as though Luke was changing her very being.
She slowly followed the blonde pair with Obi-Wan beside her. “Luke has always been a gentle boy albeit very lonely. On Tatooine, looking like Luke and being as petite as he is frowned upon. He has had very few friends in his life so it is something of a rare treat for him to grace us with his love.”
It was clear that Obi-Wan saw her speculative yet slightly understanding look she threw his way.
“Doubly so now that he has been reunited with his father wouldn’t you say?”
If Obi-Wan told anyone she laughed at that, she would deny it all the way to her grave.
~’~
Perhaps this was heaven.
He looked out over the horizon across the valley with a small lake at the basin. Mountains, though it would be hard to consider them as such, rolled in green waves all around them. The breeze that rustled was exquisitely smooth against his newly healed skin; that and the gentle rays of the sun brushing upon the planes of his face.
With his heightened senses, he could hear the bubbling of a creek somewhere deeper in the woods along with the small creatures that survived along its banks.
It was all thanks to his beautiful boy. Luke’s wonderful lips had breathed life back into him. He had smoothed Vader’s rough touch with a tender kiss; and he knew he would have to worship that mouth for the rest of his life. The Force had guided him his entire life and she continued to do so- bringing his lips upon Luke’s.
Padmé, his love, his light, had been an archangel. She had been a heavenly body of the highest order.
Her passing had brought yet another angel into his life.
Luke, his sweet fae.
Vader left Reva and Obi-Wan where they were sitting in the grass and quietly talking to one another to walk over to the large willow tree atop a small hill. There, Luke lay in the soft grass that seemed to cover most of that section of Endor. Around him, Vader saw the wildflowers shimmering, humming with happiness that Luke lay in their presence. They turned to look at Vader before swinging their flowered heads back towards Luke as though to cuddle in close to the blonde.
He slept with a lovely smile on his face which was dappled with the sunlight that broke through the swaying branches of the willow.
Vader could no longer hold himself back. He moved to lay beside Luke and at first simply propped himself up on his elbow so he could see his little angel better. Vader brushed his hand upon Luke’s face, letting his fingers trail along the soft lines of Luke’s jaw and his cheeks, his nose and his lips.
Vader did not second guess himself as he leaned over Luke’s body and pressed kiss upon kiss to that wonderfully tanned skin. He kissed Luke’s precious ears, he kissed that sweet forehead and that lovely little chin. Vader’s lips dragged gently over Luke’s skin without moving away- pressing another kiss upon Luke’s cheeks then to his jaw and then finally to his lips. There, he felt a surge of energy rush through him.
That seemed to wake Luke up. “Daddy?” He muttered under his breath. Of course, Vader dove in once more; his hands joining this time around. He tickled Luke’s sides which peeled laughter from those holy lips. He squirmed in Vader’s prosthetic arms. “Stop daddy!” He gasped through another round of laughter.
“Never my love.” Vader laughed alongside his baby, tickling for a few more moments before he stopped. There in that soft downy grass, he tugged Luke tighter against his chest. Face to face, Luke beamed at him.
Vader leaned in to breath his words against Luke’s pillow lips. “Your laughter is the most beautiful sound in the entire galaxy.”