29 June 1999
01 July 1999
02 July 1999

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Georgie Lucas, pudding and pie
Owns the boys, and they don't cry...
Until we get them, by and by.

Then we hear them cry for wanks
(Or maybe cuz they're being spanked)
And so we say, Georgie, thanks.

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Notes: I seem to like slashing Luke just after ROTJ. This is not connected to the Luke/Lando series that starts with Comfort, Surrender, Sanctuary, nor is it connected to my AU series Father & Son, although
that series is also Luke/Wedge. I was writing the Luke/Wedge story for F&S (entitled Tales of the Future), and this came up and bit me in the ass. So.
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I caught a falling star. It cut my hands to pieces.
--duVivier

It felt good going back to them, joining in the celebration. Leia's
body warm against me as she drew me in; Han's firm, affectionate hug,
unspoiled now by jealousy over my sister; the others, touching me,
wary and respectful but friendly. And the wariness was just one more
aloneness, and not the worst I'd had. Not like the shocking,
overwhelming loneliness of Ben's death on top of Uncle Owen's and Aunt
Beru's. Not like the consuming sorrow of being Vader's son. Not
like the deep empty ache of losing my Master. Not like the desperate
scrabbling against the door of my father's heart, or the devastation of
opening it only to find a dying man inside.

And then Wedge was there, pulling me into an embrace, as casually as he
ever had, his hair unruly, as though it understood his excitement and
obliged by standing on end. "You'll have to tell me where you were," he
said, as he let me go. "Otherwise, you won't tell anyone, and that's
unhealthy."

I squeezed his arm. "Later."

"Yeah. Later is two hours from now, and don't you forget it."

I laughed and went to see some of the others, talk to them--and then I
felt my master, and Obi-Wan, and...and my father, and went to see them,
to spend some time--but Leia drew me back to the world of the living,
and I let her.

Two hours is a long time to wait. I needed, desperately, to tell
someone. Anyone. And I was so glad Wedge had volunteered.

He came to collect me, slightly drunk on the mild Ewok version of beer.
Together, we found an empty hut, high in the trees, dusty from disuse
but warm and isolated. I sat down on a low bench and looked up at him.
The silence stretched between us, until I sighed and began to talk.

"I've...not had a good time of it lately. Since. Well." I ran my
hands through my hair, and fought the fear within my heart. "Since
Bespin. I left my Master...didn't finish my training. And...I did
things I should not have done." He made a small move then, the quick
shift of his body as eloquent as speech. I met his eyes. "You've heard
stories of how Vader used the Force? To hurt others?"

"Yes." He was confused, a little wary.

"He was fond of choking people. I discovered...it's really a very easy
trick. You just reach out and twist, and someone's throat has swollen
shut."

He looked angry now, and frightened. I searched his face, looking for
compassion, and found it somewhere--the sadness behind his eyes, maybe,
or the way his lips parted in shock.

"I was on the Death Star," I whispered. "And...Vader killed the
Emperor, for me."

"Vader killed--why?"

"He was my father, Wedge."

He shook his head, as if clearing his thoughts. "Who?"

"Vader." I laughed then, as I felt tears begin to fall. "Anakin
Skywalker. Darth Vader. Same person. My father." I was shaking,
trembling uncontrollably. "Maybe choking people runs in the family.
Light and Dark, Leia takes people's breath away."

He sat down next to me and put his hand on my arm. "You're going too
fast. What does Leia have to do with this?"

"She's my sister. Damn. I wanted for so long to get into those pants
of hers--what a beautiful woman--and then I find out she's my *sister*.
So it's a good thing she fell for Han instead of me, or this would have
been one hell of a mess." I inhaled, calmed my body.

"Oh, hell," he breathed, and his hand tightened, fingers digging into my
muscles--and then the pressure was gone, as he snatched his hand away.

"When did you get those, Luke?"

I looked at him, darkly amused, and pulled my tunic off over my head.
"These?" I knew how I looked, strong from training--not the
half-grown boy I was when he met me, not the Rebel pilot thin from too
little food and too much work. This was the Jedi Knight, muscled from
fighting and running and hours upon hours training with Yoda. And,
truth be told, Yoda's cooking, which had grown on me and which I now
missed.

"Yeah. Those."

"Here and there. It's been a year since you saw me, really."

He looked away, and in that moment, I knew.

Tension shivered through every line of his body, and his face was sad
and confused and hurt and--oh, lust underneath it all, lust sweet as
water in the desert.

Deliberately, slowly, I stretched, letting the day's abuses ease out of
me, letting Wedge watch the muscles move under my skin. As I brought my
arms down, I turned so that my hands fell on his shoulders. He jumped
and I slid one hand down, around his waist, and pulled him close to me,
lifted him and slipped a thigh between his legs so he was half-sitting
on my lap.

"Luke."

I tasted his neck, tasted the salt of dried sweat and the faint tang of
soap, and he gasped and arched his back.

"Luke."

I tangled my fingers in his hair, tipped his head back, and kissed him
along his jawline, feeling the faint stubble against my skin. He
clutched my shoulders, and tried to control his voice.

"Lu-Luke. What...are you doing?"

I didn't answer, not in words. Instead, I kissed him, and his mouth
opened under mine, and his arm snaked around my waist and I pressed him
back onto the bench. He moaned into my mouth as our erections brushed
through our clothes.

The clothes I couldn't take off quickly enough, and we pulled apart to
strip. He cursed softly as the fastener on his flightsuit caught, and I
helped him with it, helped him slide the fabric off his hips, down,
down, until we were naked before each other.

And then we were on the floor of the hut, our skin touching--oh,
everywhere, as hot and soft as sand. He thrust his hips against me and
there was nothing more perfect than this--nothing, nothing at all,
because this was Wedge, who reached out to me with love and affection
and friendship, not with that damned awed respect.

I moved down his body, enjoying the taste and smell of him. Sweat and
musk filled my nostrils, and when I touched my tongue to his erection it
was already beaded with liquid, the salt-and-lust taste everything I'd
been craving. Life and affirmation and the utterly simple pleasure of
sex. Losing myself and my grief and pain in another's touch.

I licked the shaft, and he thrust helplessly into my mouth, cursing
again, begging. I laughed and sat back, then lifted his hips up and
bent down again, this time seeking and finding the ring of muscle that
would allow me entrance. I stroked it with my tongue and felt him relax
and call my name--and I moved up, kissing his erection and his stomach
and his nipples and then I thrust once, quickly, and was inside him.

He cried out, but not in pain, and I smiled into his eyes. "You've done
this before."

He nodded and moved, just a little, and I was lost, murmuring his name
over and over, like a prayer, as I rocked against him, one hand wrapped
around his erection.

He shuddered and arched his back, his semen covering my hand and our
stomachs, and I came a second afterwards, shaking until I almost
collapsed. The heady feeling of release and pleasure was followed by a
rush of relief and joy and--

Light and Dark, Wedge touched me when no one else would. The last
of the Jedi, Vader's son, alone and wounded--and he gave me solace.

Light and Dark, I've fallen in love.

He shifted and I moved off of him, cuddling into the curve of his
shoulder. He turned and kissed my hair. "Love you," he whispered, his
breath warm against my skin.

I began to laugh, barely able to respond and tell him I
loved him too. He held me close and ran his hands through my hair until
I fell asleep.

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The End.