Unholy Kisses of Blood:
Unable to escape Vader at Bespin, Luke was captured and taken to BastCastle where the Sith is determined to persuade him to the Dark side. Unknowingly, Luke reveals his secrets to the Dark Lord…
I
Luke awoke with a start. "Where am I?" He wondered, completely confused. "What happened?"
It was then a memory came to light... A voice sounding in the darkness: 'Luke, I am your father!' That was what he'd said at Bespin... Bespin? Was that where he was now? Luke could not recall. The only thing the boy could remember was the booming voice of Darth Vader, trying to convince him to join the Dark Side.
"He wanted us to govern the galaxy together... as... as Father and Son... "
To escape Vader, Luke had thrown himself into an artificial abyss below him, several feet into a ventilation system.
The last thing he remembered was hanging onto a small antenna underneath Cloud city... and then... Luke tried to read the Force-what happened next?
He stirred, sheets shifting beneath his body. Something didn't feel right… Frowning, he sat up. It was then the boy noticed that his hand had been replaced-instead of a normal, flesh one, he had prosthesis.
He was in a large room-luxurious yet taciturn-and as Luke looked around, he drank in his surroundings.
His sheets were black but the bed was red, fashioned from wood- a canopy hung above him holding delicate, black lace curtains. Each side of the bed there was a smooth, ebony nightstand.
The posterior walls held a sideboard carved from a wood the same colour as the bed. The walls were made from grey stone, the floors following this colour. At the end of the room, there was a large window covered by a thick, red curtain.
"I'm not enjoying this!" Luke said to himself, realizing the doors were locked. Fragments of memory seemed to flash before his eyes...
"Someone grabbed me while I was hanging… I remember hands- big hands-wearing thick, black gloves… holding me and... Sedating me..."
Luke's fingers balled into fists as he trembling, attempted to calm his thoughts.
"It was Vader that grabbed me… he brought me here! Will he give me to the Emperor? Or am I already with him?" Luke frowned, confused. "What he told me at Bespin was a lie… it's impossible, Vader couldn't be my Father! He couldn't…"
Covering his face with his hands, Luke begun to cry. Desperation consumed the boy as he realized the colourful image of a hero he'd conceived in his mind had gone, shattered like a stained glass window and Luke felt as if he were crawling amongst the fragments, turning pieces of his dreams in his hands. It hurt—the realization that his father- once a great Jedi Knight-had become the very monster he needed to confront…
Eyes glazed over by tears, Luke wiped them on his arm and straightened his back.
"Anakin Skywalker is no more... the day he turned into Darth Vader, my Father became my greatest enemy. He created this wall between us." Suddenly uncomfortably, Luke twisted in the sheets wondering where in the galaxy he was. He tried to meditate but his mind was restless-too disturbed and intrigued by Vader to concentrate on meditation.
After what Luke judged to be hours, the bedroom door opened and a figure dressed in black-the population of the boy's nightmares-entered the room.
Luke seemed to forget his courage, shuddering as he remembered the last time he'd faced the Dark Lord—CloudCity. The Sith walked quietly to the bed, his evil aura reaching to all four corners of the room.
- It seems I was wrong about your mastery of Fear. - Vader said to him, mockingly.
Flustered, Luke was unable to formulate an answer. The Sith seemed to take pleasure from his quiet, indulging in the ripples of frustration Luke emitted. - I'm glad to see your new hand is working well.
- It would work better if my father hadn't cut off!' The boy cited, finally managing to speak.
- Are you angry with me? - The question was rhetorical. - Fascinating! That's right, young one! - The Sith's voice seemed to exude pleasure.
- Hate me! - the voice of the Dark Lord became increasingly seductive, so rich with malice that Luke struggled to understand.
- I... I... won't be like you, - he managed, defiantly. - I won't choose the dark path... the easy path, like you!
- Easy? - Vader snarled, suddenly furious. - Who are you to tell me I've chosen the easy way? You who knows so much of me… Insolent and naïve brat!
Unabashed, Luke shook his head. - Ben told me—
- Obi-Wan? - Vader laughed and Luke shrunk into the sheets. - You truly believe the words of that man? You really are a fool! Even after Kenobi lied to you, you cling to his words, like a talisman…
The Sith put his finger on the lips of the boy. - You have no right to say I chose the easy path.
- You are cruel, evil and sadistic! - Luke cried, shaking his head away from the finger. - And I will not become a soulless monster like you ... Father! - The last word was included with disdain. 'You're all I fight to destroy—I won't ever be like you!'
Vader raised his hand to strike a blow to the boy's face, but stopped, turned and left the room, locking the door behind him. Alone again, Luke sighed in relief, tears rolling down his face.
It hurt that Vader was the only family he had-the one person of all he should love unconditionally. But how could he love what his Father had become?'
'Ben, why didn't you tell me?' Luke whispered. 'Why?'
Luke was pacing from one side of the room to the other to dismiss his negative thoughts when a silver protocol droid entered the room, carrying a tray bearing an assortment of foods.
- Hello! - The droid chirped, enthusiastically. - I am C4-N3, human cyborg relations, here to serve you, Sir Skywalker! - The robot was eerily similar to Threepio, which brought a hint of a smile to Luke's lips but made his insides ache in loss. 'Lord Vader has ordered me to deliver lunch. Should you need my assistance, I am at your disposal!'
- Thanks, C4. - Luke acknowledged, discouraged. - What happened to my friends? Do you know if they're alright?
- It's my job, Sir! - The droid replied, excited. - As for your friends, I do not...
- Where are we? - Luke asked and then frowned at the question, waiting for the droid to announce that he wasn't allowed to tell.
- Planet Vjun, Sir! - The android replied, to Luke's surprise. - The personal stronghold of Lord Vader... - it added quietly, more to himself then Luke. - Apologies Sir, but I must be leaving now. I have orders to return later-in the meantime, might I get you anything?
- I'm fine, but thank you, - Luke replied, watching him leave.
To pass time, Luke entered the bathroom and begun to prepare a bath. He considered subduing C4-N3 but was unarmed, and didn't want to risk another beating from Vader… The boy was smart enough to think better of escape-for now.
Sitting on the edge of the tub and watching the faucet pour water, Luke tried to order his thoughts.
"Why hasn't Vader taken me to the Emperor? He must have other plans for his 'previous child'…." he concluded, bitterly. Depressed, the boy removed his clothes and slipped into the tub. The hot water warmed his muscles and as Luke thought of CloudCity, he realized that the memory took him to the deepest, darkest place of his heart. The sensation he was met with was undeniably warming…
"No... This is not the time to think about those things! Those thoughts are shameful and wrong…"
But Luke found it difficult to keep his thoughts from becoming profane. With gently wet hands, the boy took a sponge sitting on the edge of the tub and begun to rub it over his bronzed skin. His touches were famine yet immediately he felt a desire that was almost animalistic—the feeling was so strong it did not seem his own, and Luke was quickly out of breath. The water around him felt boiling, though he knew the heat was coming from inside. "Force what is happening to me?"
In an attempt to contain the animal impulse, Luke poured ice water into the tub. As he lay back and felt the shock of his hot skin connecting with cold water his desires seemed to slow, though his cock was still erect and sore.
"No… I won't think of these things! I need to remember that these feelings are perverse! They're profane... disgusting…"
Thick tears streamed down the boy's face as he recited the words over and over—the effect was nonsensical. Luke closed his eyes and held his head under the water, holding his breath as he tried to forget. Seconds later he emerged, still feeling the desire but now softer and less distracting. For hours, Luke lay in the tub, trying to soothe the savage instinct that threatened to consume his body and mind. When his skin began to wrinkle, he decided to get out.
Resigned, he returned to the bedroom to analyse what C4-N3 had brought him to eat. Unclothed, the boy sat on the bed and set the tray beside his thigh.
There were sandwiches, a jug of juice, some sweet smelling fruit, a large bowl of cookies and a plate of sizzling soup that consisted of meat and vegetables, all heated in a broth. The smell was inviting and unable to resist his hunger, Luke poured himself a generous glass of juice, picked up the silverware and devoured the plate of soup. After eating lunch Luke lay naked on the bed, feeling the gentle caress of the silk sheets against his skin he finished the cookies and juice, waiting for himself to fall asleep.
Breathing softly, the boy found that even the most disturbing of dreams were welcoming. Unable to control his thoughts, Luke lay back into the bed, ecstasy taking the reins of his body.
Fear and want ruled his mind as the boy gave into the images before him—a man who went to Luke in the night, forced him to experience his delicious touch of evil—forced Luke to be his pleasure slave. And Luke couldn't resist touching of the man-the boy felt his strong, gloved hands roam his naked body, teasing him with the varied sensations. Horniness gnawed at Luke's body, burning into his senses like the twin suns of Tatooine.
It was the purest sin-pure perversion-it made Luke afraid of his thoughts. Despite his fear, the boy still craved that touch of evil, still wanted to be possessed by... Vader.
In his meditation chamber Vader was monitoring Luke. The Sith was enthralled by his son—watching him writhe and moan, stretched out naked on the bed.
He could sense Luke's excitement-the boy's penis was erect and not only was it the hidden cameras that provided the delicious images for Vader but the boy himself—Luke was completely out of control and without realisation, sending his dreams to Vader, revealing his sinful fantasies.
Those fantasies made the Dark Lord excited—the boys dream had shown him there would be little scruples when it came to achieving their goals.
Rising, Vader entered Luke's room, inebriating on the vision of his Son naked in bed.
The boy's hands roamed his body, frantically rubbing his nipples and penis. Sensually, Luke caressed the fine, golden hairs covering the base of his organ, rubbing his fingers over the sensitive glands, sighing in lust.
Vader approached the bed slowly, savouring the sight. Startled at the sound of his Father's respirator, Luke cringed, pulling the sheets around his body as he pressed himself against the headboard of the bed.
- Is this is how you feel for me, my Son? - Vader purred, malice possessing his voice. - Is that what you want me to do to you… Luke?
- No! - A mixture of shame, fear and something else that the boy couldn't place filled his mind. - You've got the wrong impression! I don't like these dreams…
- I observed how much you dislike them, - the Sith replied, an obscene smile playing on his lips from underneath his mask. Reaching out, he stroked Luke's cheek and the boy moaned unintentionally.
- The child's body begs for more, so why isn't he enjoying my touch? - Vader wondered, sliding a gloved thumb along Luke's pink lips.
- Father... I did not ... - Luke's trail of thought faltered as sparks of desire shot through his body, shamefully excited by the way his Father was playing with him.
- Don't you want me to touch you, like the way I did in your dream? - Vader asked as he took a step closer, decreasing the distance between them.
- No! - Luke cried—a mindless, desperate shout. - This is wrong… this is corrupt! You're my Father, how can you say such things?
- You are so desirable, my son. - Pulling back the blankets, Vader begun to stroke Luke's chest. - So tasty ... so beautiful. - A hand wrapped in leather begun to slide along Luke's nipples, panic rising in the boy's stomach as it descended toward his penis.
- No... Father, please! - In one sudden movement, Vader flipped Luke over and forced him to lay face-down on the bed, strong hands caressing his buttocks. - Father, please don't do this! - Luke pleaded, choking on his words.
Realizing at the last minute that he was about to rape his Son, Vader stopped. Rape wasn't what he wanted… wasn't what he'd planned… releasing the boy from his grip, Vader took a step back to see Luke glancing over his shoulder, large, blue eyes overflowing with hot tears. Scrambling to sit up, Luke grabbed a pillow and pressed it to his chest, attempting to hide his body from view. The frightened expression on his face made the heart of the Dark Lord ache… For the first time after so many years, he felt… repentance. No longer did he know how to deal with the bitter taste. Unsure of what to do, Vader left the room.
Luke continued to cry for some time after Vader left. Hugging his knees to his chest, he trembled, afraid, yet relieved that his pleas had been heard.
"Force, what do I do?" Luke asked, cowering in the bed. "Now he knows what I feel for him, he'll want to use it against me!" Steadily, the boy rose from the bed, dressing himself in pyjamas from a nearby closet.
"Will Vader try to rape me again?"
Luke was unsure. He knew his Father was evil, but he couldn't deny what he'd felt in the Force—he'd felt love. It was possessive, domineering, powerful and unbridled but it was love—did Vader love him? Or was it just a trick, to persuade Luke to give into his unholy desires? The boy didn't know what to think… it was scary to imagine that a few minutes ago he might have been raped by his own Father. But Vader had stopped—he'd heard Luke, and he'd pulled away.
"Did Father repent?" Luke wondered. When he thought of his Father, he felt something bitter and painful through the Force, yet whenever he tried to reach out to him, the Sith blocked the attempt.
"What was I thinking?" Vader wondered, from the seclusion of his chamber.
On a monitor he watched the tiny figure of his son as it cried. Without thinking, the Dark Lord ran his hand over the scars on his head, turning his chin in his palm, trying at all costs to forget the fear that had flickered in Luke's eyes.
"I spared him at Bespin, and this is how he responds?" Vader punched the keypad before him, smashing some of the buttons. "The boy should be mine! It's his duty to come to the dark side, so we can defeat the Emperor and end this war! It's our destiny to rule this galaxy, together... "
A few hours later, Luke's bedroom door opened. Fearing his tormentor had returned, the boy flinched, wiping away his tears. To his relief, C4-N3 entered the room, carrying a tray that held a pot of coffee.
- Are you all right, sir? - C4 inquired, settling the tray down on the sideboard.
- I'm fine,' Luke lied, - nudging a blanket to hide his face.
- Should you require anything at all Sir, I shall be available again later. -Taking an earlier tray, the droid proceeded to leave the room, leaving the door open behind him. Startled, Luke shot up from the bed, chasing the droid into the hallways.
- You... You're not going to lock the door? - He called out, confused.
- Negative. I am under Lord Vader's orders that it is to remain open. Do you have any objections to that claim? Would Sir prefer that I-'
- No! - Luke's response was fast-too fast-earning him a curious look from the droid. Luke waited until it disappeared beyond a long, dark corridor before proceeding to explore on his own.
The hallways were rich, decorated with expensive artwork. After walking for a bit, Luke noticed a door which he opened, entering cautiously.
The room he was met with was a library, crammed with old books and scrolls. In the corner, a large window depicted a furious storm, rain hammering against the glass. Walking to the centre of the room, Luke noticed a desk filled with open books and notes—pages of fine and beautiful calligraphy about the dark side of the Force. Studying them, Luke realised that the calligraphy was probably his Father's- he actually recognised Vader's smell. With the realisation that this pleased him deeply, Luke's skin begun to crawl. Shaking his head, he tried to dismiss the sensation, not wanting to awaken any animalistic behaviour. "Force, why do I feel these things?" The boy wondered, touching the top of a chair he knew his Father had frequently used. "I should want him as my Father, not as my lover... I'm afraid to love someone like him. Someone who would hurt me- maim me-someone who would force me to the Dark Side, plunging the galaxy into blackness…"
Abandoning the library, Luke went back to his room. Once inside, he sat cross-legged on the bed, mapping the castle in his head. He needed to find a way to escape… Or perhaps…
"Perhaps the Emperor has not extracted all the goodness from my Father. If he cares for me and I return his love, perhaps I can bring him back to the Light, from child to parent... And destroy this abominable thing that I feel."
Dawn approached but Lord Vader refused to leave his chamber, continuing to stare at the monitor before him as it depicted Luke sleeping softly, like an angel. As the Sith considered him lying peacefully in the bed, he didn't think he could ever grow tired of watching the handsome young boy. With golden skin that contrasted strikingly with the black sheets and parted pink lips, Luke seemed an invitation to sin.