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“Isn’t he just delicious, Father?” Leia said, standing next to the tall, looming, dark figure of Darth Vader. Side-by-side they stared down through the tinted transparisteel into the holding cell below. Inside was a handsome young man sitting on a bed, dressed in red and blue slave silks. Bronze chains bound his legs to the floor. 

Vader felt a strange surge of pleasure go through him at the sight of the young man in chains before him. It was a most rare and unexpected feeling for him. His eyes were riveted to him even as his daughter put her hand on his arm. “He is a fine specimen,” Vader said between laborious breaths. That Leia had just so happened upon such a wondrous slave felt unlikely and made him suspicious. “Where did you come by such a man?” 

Leia smiled darkly, her red-rimmed, yellow eyes glittering in the dim light. “From the slave pits of Tatooine, if you can believe it.”

A jolt of surprise shot through Vader at that. Tatooine ? It was too much of a coincidence to be ignored. Unbidden anger rose in him. “What were you doing on Tatooine, Daughter?”

Leia was unperturbed by his outburst. She calmly stroked his gloved arm. “Of course I didn’t go there myself, Father.”  She finally glanced at him, smiling her sweet, sly smile. She was lording this information over him. “ Kenobi told me about him.” Her smile broadened. 

“Kenobi…?” Vader rasped.

“Yes,” Leia said. “Your little pet. I like to visit him, sometimes. He makes me feel…” She shivered a little bit. “Well, like you do. It must be the Force in him.”

Vader answered her only with heavy breathing. How had Kenobi known this slave was on Tatooine? And why did just the mere sight of him make Vader’s body tremble in longing?

“You feel it too, don’t you?” Leia said. “There’s something… magnetic about him.” She licked her lips. “Delicious.”

“You’ve already had him?” Vader asked.

“Not yet,” Leia said. “I thought we might share him.” She stroked her father’s gloved arm more. “You think he has the Force?”

“Undoubtedly. Kenobi must have known, somehow.” After a pause, he said, “It would not be the first time he stole a slave from Tatooine.”

“Oh, really?” Leia’s eyes were twinkling up at him. “Perhaps Old Kenobi is more interesting than I realized. I’ll have to ask him about that, sometime.”

Vader bared his teeth behind his helmet. “Yes. We’ll ask him together .” He pulled his arm free of Leia’s hand. “But first, the slave.”

Almost giddy with excitement, Leia hurried forth to call the transporter lift. Within moments she and Vader were riding it down to the slave’s holding cell. A steely faced guard keyed the Siths in, and the great steel doors closed behind them before the slave even really registered their arrival.

“You are in the presence of Lord Vader,” Leia said, stepping in front of her father. She stood in such a way that the thigh-high slit in her black dress parted, revealing her toned white thigh and tall black boots. “It would behoove you to bow.”

The slave immediately bowed, frightened at their presence. He was clearly well-trained.

Up close, Vader found him even more enticing. His hair was golden blonde, burnished bright by those damn twin suns. His skin was tanned and fit, well-muscled from years of slave training. He wore traditional Tatooine slave silk, denoting him as a high-priced courtesan. He wasn’t very old, perhaps twenty, and his eyes were bright blue. While he clearly feared the towering figure looming before him, he held his gaze. He was a perfect example of an exotic Tatooine native. “What is your name?”

“Luke,” the slave said.

A series of conflicting emotions surged through him at those words. If Leia had been a boy, he and Padmé had decided they would have named him Luke. How was it possible Kenobi had known of a slave boy on Tatooine strong in the Force and with that name? He had kept Kenobi on a leash for nearly a decade now. How could he have known ?

“Luke,” Leia said, biting her lower lip. “How fitting.” She stepped closer to him. “I’m Leia. Lord Vader here is my father.”

“Your wish is my command,” Luke said, bowing to her as well.

“Do you get many female clients?” Leia asked, moving close enough to lift the blonde fringe off Luke’s brow.

“I’m perfectly capable of satisfying any variety of clients,” he answered.

Leia laughed in delight.

Vader drew a breath when Leia lifted the young man’s hair. He was bruised quite badly, from cheek to eye. Rage filled him, blinding him with momentary fury for whoever had hurt this gorgeous man. “Who treated you so roughly?” he demanded.

Leia sharply stood up and the hair fell back into place, covering the bruises. 

Luke didn’t flinch, but he bowed lower. “It is of no consequence, Lord Vader. I am not hurt.”

That was clearly not true, for the closer Vader got, the more bruises he saw on the man’s body. “Disrobe,” he demanded. He needed to see every inch. He needed to know who to punish.

Although thin and transparent, the silks did a very good job, by design, of hiding the slave’s wounds. Luke put up no resistance at the request, though. As the blue and red silks fell away, his toned, tanned body was revealed, and with it dark, greenish-purple bruises on his thighs, his wrists, and across his back. 

“Who is responsible for these?” Vader demanded again. “I want names.”

“I have no names, Lord Vader,” Luke answered. “Guards and slavers alike. It is of no consequence, Lord Vader. They will heal.”

“It is of great consequence to bring Lord Vader damaged goods!” Leia said. She knelt beside Luke, gingerly touching his skin. “Father, I will find the names. I will see to it they are punished.” She smiled up at him. “Let us tend him together. Come.” She offered her hand out to him.

As often happened, Leia soothed his anger and rage away; controlled it. Her hand led him to the bed in the room, and they sat with Luke between them.  

Leia procured ointment and together they rubbed Luke’s welts and wounds. She worked on the man’s back, and Vader on Luke’s front. It was a mesmerizing sight, rubbing his gloved hand over Luke’s chest, and then up his neck, soothing balm into bruises that made the slave wince. At length, Vader gingerly tilted Luke’s chin up with his other hand and gently brushed his golden hair aside, once again revealing those startlingly blue eyes, and the nasty bruises there. Very gently, Vader’s dexterous, mechanical hand, covered in leather, rubbed ointment into the bruise. 

Luke’s eyes remained steadfastly fixed on Vader’s the whole time. Intense emotions surged through Vader as he tended the man’s wounds; desire and rage, attraction and confusion. How Kenobi had known about this slave lingered in the back of Vader’s mind, almost forgotten during the intimacy of the tending, but not entirely.

“I appreciate your kindness,” Luke said after every bruise, welt and scrap had been tended to.

Leia met Vader’s eyes and smiled. “If you’re to be hurt,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “It will be because we want to hurt you. You’re ours, now,” she said, bending to place a kiss along his neck.

Luke shivered suddenly.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” she whispered in his ear. “The Force is strong in you.”

“The Force?” he asked.

“The Force,” Leia crooned. “Let’s show him, Father.”

“Yes,” Vader said.” He lifted the man’s hand in his, pressing it to Luke’s lips. “We will show you the power of the Force. Only then will you understand.”

To his astonished delight, Luke kissed the gloved hand and, with his eyes fixed on Vader’s, drew the gloved finger into his mouth.

“Oh, I like him,” Leia crooned. “Can you do two at once, I wonder?” 

The slave, it turned out, was very well trained. 

Vader took him on all fours from behind, looming over him while his cloak billowed around them, protecting all three of them from the ever vigilant eye of the Emperor through the overhead surveillance. Leia lay beneath him, guiding Luke’s cock into her body. When Vader thrust into Luke, Leia felt it. Together all three made love, and when they climaxed, somehow all three at once, the very Force itself shot through them, hot and brilliant, pure and white.

It was so shocking and intense, so full of good , that Vader nearly retched in his helmet. He felt Luke trembling beneath him in orgasm, saw Leia twitching in her own throes of pleasure, and for a moment Vader was free of his black armor. He was flesh and blood, warmth and light and life, and Luke and Leia were embracing him, holding him, enveloping him, loving him, drawing him closer and closer. He was home. He was light.

It passed in a moment.

The dark chamber returned, with its transparisteel windows and metallic walls, but the feelings lingered. He could tell Leia, a Sith almost as powerful as Vader, had also recovered, but Luke had not. He had collapsed on the bed, shivering up against Leia.

Vader dropped onto the bed too, very unlike him, spooning the young man from behind, sandwiching him neatly with Leia.

“Incredible,” Leia gasped, still slightly shivering with residual orgasms. “Just… just unbelievable . I never knew it could be so… so… intimate. So good .” She rolled over to look more intently at Luke. 

Vader felt the same way. Making love with anyone but a Force user was pointless. With Kenobi it had been powerful, but only once Leia had become a Sith could he truly feel the Force, and know the real depth of their power. But with Luke it was the same. It was even more intense and powerful. He could feel Leia through Luke; as if the Force had doubled. He could feel the very universe itself when all three of them were connected. He felt an intensity unlike anything he had ever known. How was it possible?

Leia’s golden eyes darted back-and-forth as she looked at Luke in amazement. “You can’t be a mere slave. Just who are you?”

“No one,” Luke insisted, breathing hard, now comfortably nestled between the two Sith Lords. “I’m a slave, a former moisture farmer. Just a guy from Tatooine.” Seeing they weren’t satisfied with his answer, he shrugged. “I’m just Luke. Luke Skywalker.”

As if a peel of thunder cracked overhead, Vader and Leia bolted up, staring at each other in shock and awe. The impact of the Force washed over them, unlocking the knowledge of Luke suddenly for them and all at once.  

Together, in unison, father and daughter shouted, “Twins!”

“Pamdé had twins!” Vader roared, full of certainty. “You are my son!”

“And my brother !” Leia cried, delighted. 

Luke lay there, stunned and confused. “I don’t understand.”

Leia swooped down and kissed him, deep and sensuously, and then dragged him to his feet. She was positively vibrant. “C’mon! We’ll explain everything!”

Vader stayed on the bed, watching his children–his children !--stand up, hand in hand. They were both glowing in the Force, illuminated in a way he’d never seen. He felt the future stretching out before him, glorious and bright in a way he could have never imagined. He’d have questions for Kenobi in the morning, but for now, he would enjoy this. 

Reaching down, he grabbed Luke’s chain. With a simple tug, he had the young man tumbling back toward him, and caught his slight form with his big, strong hands. “We will explain everything, in due time,” he said. “But there’s no rush.” His gloved hands were all over Luke again, delighting in the static buzz touching his son’s flesh and re-hardening cock gave him.

Leia, grinning wickedly, stood there watching as her brother’s come slid down her thigh. After only a moment, she, too, rejoined them, excited for a second, even more enlightened, round.

As Luke eagerly got into position, Vader knew the fun was just beginning.