Han, Rated NC-17 (original) (raw)

Title: Traitor of My Heart, Chapter 1
Author: vaders_darkness
Fandom: Star Wars AU
Characters: Darth Vader, Han Solo
Pairings: Vader/Han
Rating: Rated NC-17
Warnings: M/M pairing; sexual situations
Word Count: 715
Disclaimers: I don’t own these characters; this is a work of fiction; a make no monetary profit from this.
Notes: This story follows along with some events of the films but ignores most happenings from the books and comics.
Summary: Han Solo had a lot of secrets. Was there a connection between him and Darth Vader? And, if so, what kind?

Traitor of My Heart, Chapter 1

Darth Vader lay on his back on the black silk sheets. He was completely relaxed for the first time in days…no, weeks. And that was, unfortunately, to be attributed to the man slowly getting dressed while gazing out of the large window that was located directly across from the bed.

Vader watched silently as the man pulled on snug fitting black pants, a white shirt, and high black boots. Turning, the man walked unsteadily across the room and poured a clear liquid into a glass from a half-empty amber bottle.

He looked at Vader and, with a lop-sided grin, raised his glass and tried to salute at the same time.

Vader watched him with amusement as he almost overbalanced, the liquid sloshing out of its container.

“My Lord Vader…I must thank you again for the…tender…loving…care that you have displayed toward me…your humble and most grateful servant.”

Carefully setting the glass on the small bedside table, he knelt on the bed and crawled over to the Dark Lord.

“Did I tell you…how much I missed you…while you…while I was gone?”

Leaning over Vader, he lowered his mouth to his, gently teasing until the Dark Lord raised a gleaming golden hand to the back of his head and pulled him down tighter. Their mouths slanted hungrily, tongues clashing.

Finally, the man pulled away, out of breath and hazel eyes locking with Vader’s own blue ones. He grinned lazily at the Dark Lord, one hand rubbing gentle circles on Vader’s scarred chest.

“You keep doing that, my Lord, and I might not leave after all.”

Vader smiled, skin pulling tight on one cheek from the leftover scars from his long ago “accident.”

“You know that is not possible at this time, Solo. You must rejoin the rebel fleet before their suspicions are aroused.”

“Ahhh…bunch of do-gooders…”

“I’m sure you’re being treated quite well by them…considering your…”hero” status.”

Han winced slightly. Yeah, dubbed a hero for helping to save a Princess and getting in a last minute shot that enabled Luke Skywalker to destroy the Empire’s Death Star. He’d even gotten a medal.

But the most disturbing thing about it all was Vader’s lack of…well…anger about the whole thing. The Empire’s massive weapon of destruction turned into a ball of fire, the Dark Lord himself barely escaping in his disabled ship. The ship that Han himself had fired upon. Not that he knew it was Vader’s ship…he hadn’t learned that horrifying fact until later.

“Yeah, they’re real eager to slap some fancy title on me.”

“Perhaps you should consider it…to further our plans, of course.”

Han shifted on the bed, threw back the thick coverings, and slid one leg over Vader’s and straddled him.

“Nah…then I’d have too much to do. It would keep me from doing what you want me to do…not that I understand exactly what it is you want me to do…”

Leaning over again he fastened his mouth to the other man’s, one hand sliding downward to find hard, willing flesh. Pulling back abruptly, but leaving his hand busily tugging on the other’s hard cock, he grinned at the older man.

“Are you sure you want me to leave right now? I will if you want me to…”

Vader grabbed Solo and, with casual ease, flipped him over onto his back, sliding quickly up to sit on his chest, causing Han to let out a yelp. All those mechanical parts were heavy.

Solo’s eyes slid down over the other’s body, seeing scarred flesh competing with golden metal, and evidence of a strong desire. Han’s eyes brightened and he felt his own half-hard dick twitch back to life and he gave a weak thrust upwards.

“Guess not…”

Grabbing Vader by the hips he jerked him up closer to his face and used his mouth to caress the hard, throbbing flesh. He watched in satisfaction as the blue eyes closed and the Dark Lord arched against his touch, thrusting in and out of Solo’s mouth.

After a few moments, Vader pulled away to slide backwards until Han’s cock pressed against his ass.

Han thrust up into the Dark Lord and was gifted with a low moan from the man.

“I’ll make sure you don’t forget me while I’m gone playing reluctant rebel, my Lord.”