the ways of force are inscrutable

"An unfamiliar ceiling." This was the first thought that came to Luke Skywalker's mind when he woke up. At first, he just lay there, gathering his thoughts. It was already dawn outside, which meant that it hadn't been long since his father had forced him to sleep. But it was still nice to sleep for a couple of hours, as was the concern coming from Vader (Luke tried to push away the memories of yesterday, when the man had picked him up and carried him almost all the way across the building from the office to the apartment, and then calmly placed him on the bed. The Jedi thought it was better not to argue, so he did as his father asked). Immediately after the announcement, they decided to try to establish contact with the rebels. However, even Vader agreed with some of the issues they raised. In fact, Luke was still getting used to the idea that they had been enemies not so long ago, and that his father had even cut off his arm, but now... They were more than just allies. The public would be shocked to learn just how much. In the end, Skywalker stood up, took one last look out the window, and went in search of Vader, draping a light robe over his shoulders and tying it at the waist. The light, flowing fabric looked truly elegant on him. The floorboards swished as he walked, adding to the morning’s airiness. His father was in the next room, intently studying something on a datapad. Amber eyes darted across the screen… wait. Amber eyes? Only now did Luke notice that his father was without his helmet, an oxygen mask pressed against the lower part of his face with his free hand. Vader didn’t show his face often. In fact, he didn’t show it at all, worried that his son would be startled by the sight. But when Luke saw him for the first time... He felt incredibly sorry for his father. And no, he wasn't afraid of the Dark Lord, surprisingly. His trust had grown even more over time. Luke leaned against the doorframe, openly admiring the man. His features were sharp, but time and wrinkles had touched them, even if though they were scarred by multiple burn wounds, they still seemed incredibly beautiful to the younger one. The love that sparkled in his eyes could have filled the entire galaxy. Vader finally noticed his son and turned to face him. He noticed the way his son was standing and smiled through his mask. How similar they were! "I'm glad you've been getting enough sleep." His voice sounded even deeper and clearer without his helmet. "It suits you." The amber eyes slid over the familiar curves of his body, clearly enjoying the opportunity to admire him, whether through the visors of his mask or not. Luke had long since become accustomed to such attention. His father's love was intense and passionate. However, it was also accompanied by tenderness (as Vader believed it should be with his son). They kept their most intimate and sensual kisses hidden from prying eyes. Initially, the younger Skywalker felt incredibly self-conscious about his lack of experience in kissing. He responded clumsily, gradually taking the initiative and learning new things. Sometimes, his experienced lips moved down to his neck, tracing his entire torso, leaving marks on his slightly tanned skin from living under the twin suns of Tattooine, causing him to exhale in delight and quicken his breathing. Vader paused for a few seconds, contemplating something, then he pulled the mask down over his nose, opened his mouth, secured it with elastic bands, and stood up. Strong hands, hidden by gloves, pulled the young Jedi close, wrapping around his waist. The first kiss landed on the pulsing vein in his neck. Vader's lips traced a path to his Adam's apple and then to the hollow of his throat. Luke exhaled, feeling a surge of warmth in his lower abdomen. "I'll never tire of telling you how beautiful you are," Vader whispered, nuzzling the space between his collarbones. Only Luke could see this side of the Dark Lord, who was usually cruel, heartless, and cold. It was only in his presence that Vader could allow himself to relax and give in to his beloved, succumbing to his charms. And then he would transform back into the heartless monster that frightened others. Kisses were placed on his shoulders, and the grip on his waist tightened, pulling him even closer. Luke realized that at this rate, he would forget about an important task he had planned for the day. However, he longed to stay in Vader's warm embrace for a longer period. In addition, Vader didn't often remove his helmet. He couldn't lie down because it made breathing difficult. However, there were moments when he would sit on the edge of the bed, allowing his son to rest against his thigh. He would gaze at his sleeping face for a long time, feeling a strong desire to kiss him. "It's not too late, you still have time," Vader said before engaging his son in a deep kiss, preventing any attempts to escape. One hand went to his groin, and the Dark Lord noted with pleasure that he had aroused his son. Just from kissing and touching... Still, his son was so beautiful. He wondered if it was possible to bring him to the brink without touching his hot flesh, but still kissing him. The thought was appealing to the Sith, so he pulled away and, adjusting his mask, returned to kissing his son's neck. This time, the kisses were more frequent and intense. Vader felt the friction on his hand, but he immediately removed it. "No touching." He took the skin in his mouth and immediately heard a soft moan. It must be the sweetest music for the ears. "I want to see how long you can hold out." Luke nodded slowly and rested his head on Vader's shoulder, relaxing. The Sith Lord continued his work. A few minutes later, Skywalker shuddered and arched in his arms. The orgasm, even without any action, came from simple kisses, and it was intense, almost causing stars to appear in his eyes. Vader was delighted by this, as he found it endearing that his son could become aroused so quickly and powerfully, despite their long time together. They remained in each other's embrace for a while, but eventually had to part ways, as they had important matters to attend to. However, the prospect of spending the entire day in such pleasant company was highly appealing. *** Leia Organa was extremely worried. Too much so. Her heart was not at ease after Palpatine's overthrow. It wasn't every day that two new rulers were about to visit. The fact that she was familiar with one of them didn't make her feel any better. Nor did the fact that all the plans were kept a closely guarded secret. The princess, however, was happy for her brother. But she didn't go with him, genuinely not understanding how one could trust Vader, even though she knew he was their father. For the sake of appearances, the Alliance's raids continued until the very end. Now, an unofficial truce had been established for an indefinite period. The stress made it difficult for her to sleep, causing dark circles under her eyes and a dull expression on her face. She spent the entire time on the Imperial shuttle, lost in her thoughts. Leia was nervously fidgeting with the sleeve of her sweater when Luke approached her. "You haven't changed at all." Organa examined her brother's face and smiled at him. "Neither have you. Except for..." Luke tilted his head slightly to the side, looking reproachfully. "I see that you're not getting enough rest." This time, Leia's shoulders drooped guiltily. "Would you mind talking somewhere else?" Skywalker suggested with a warm smile. As always, he was quite perceptive, which meant that he realized that they needed to change the subject. They entered a rather large building, accompanied by several fighters from Leia's side. Luke, on the other hand, did not take anyone with him, even though they had offered (well, sort of offered). After all, he could take care of himself. As if to confirm this statement, the sword on his belt jingled as they walked. The planet they had chosen for their meeting was quite beautiful. Usually, neutral territories were lifeless, sometimes even gloomy, but not here. The air was warm, and the twins' spirits were clearly lifted. Finally, they were on the same side. Leia was surprised that Vader hadn't succeeded in turning his son to the Dark Side (she hadn't realized that the attempts had long since ceased). He remained as bright and kind as ever. However, the color of the blade had changed to green. The princess didn't know the meaning at all, but it was probably something very good for the Jedi. "So." They stopped at the panoramic window. "I would like to discuss with you the possibility of a further union. As you know, I absolutely do not want there to be a gap between us again. And I strive for peace wherever possible. Especially with you. We could…" "I'm not ready yet. I'm sorry." The princess shook her head. "Maybe in the future, but... Not now. I don't know how people will react to such an alliance. Besides... even if you are one of the halves of the Balance, it doesn't eliminate all the risks. Not on your part. I trust you completely." Luke couldn't help but let out a quiet, sad sigh. But there was nothing he could do. "In that case..." Thank you for listening to me. "I won't stop communicating with you. And I still have a warm feeling towards you. It just takes time." "I understand." The Jedi nodded. The twins left the building in the same good mood, even though the peace treaty failed to be concluded. The most important thing is that the relationship with his sister remained the same. And she doesn't hate him. It was incredibly happy. Leia suddenly froze, sensing something. And then Vader appeared in the field of view, walking straight towards them. Even Luke could feel that he was barely holding back his anger. Had he learned about the failure so quickly? "Lord Vader. I will not back down from my words." The princess straightened up. "If that is so..." It happened too quickly: the streams of the Force rushed towards the rebel fighters, immediately depriving them of air, and then of their lives. The bodies fell to the ground with a dull thud. *** "It didn't have to come to this!" For the first time in his life, there was genuine anger in Luke's blue eyes. Until they reached Coruscant, he had barely managed to contain his anger in front of the soldiers. "They chose to remain in this relationship." Vader shrugged. On the surface, he appeared calm, but in reality... Surprised eyes were hidden behind the black mask. It was the first time he had seen his son so angry. And again, he noted how similar he was even in face. And then he realized that now he reminded him of Padme. "Leia said she's not ready yet. But this does not exclude the further possibility of a union." "The rebels can't be trusted. Even if one of their leaders is my daughter. The Jedi chose not to respond to this. The anger subsided a little, which was good. But he was still quite offended by his father. "I didn't think that was the first disagreement we'd have. And that they'd even be..." It was hard for Vader to disagree with that. Luke gave the Dark Lord a reproachful look and left the room. He needed to get some fresh air to let off some steam. Darth Vader remained where he was, frozen in place. Maybe he had overreacted. A slight feeling of guilt pricked at his heart.