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PROMPT POST #1 - CLOSED
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Kylo Ren / Luke - Unrequited
(Anonymous) 2015-12-26 02:49 am (UTC)(link)As Ben trained in the ways of the Jedi he found his respect for his uncle turning into something deeper and more complex.
There is trust and admiration but beneath that he feels jealousy, anger and a barely contained lust. The attraction is beyond forbidden but Ben senses it could be mutual. There are moments when their connection is too volatile–it feels like something more than master and student–still he's afraid to act on it or even acknowledge what he's feeling. In public Ben does a good job of hiding his emotions from Luke, but when he's alone he lets himself imagine all the things he would do if he had the chance.
His desires are often violent, his sexual awakening and his understanding of the dark side clashing, filling his head with depravity. He'd like to pin Luke down with the force and rut against him, press the heated blade of his saber into Luke's side as he fists the older man's cock making him shudder in pain and pleasure.
These are the thoughts that run through the future Kylo Ren's head and plenty more I'm sure. He wants to be Vader, but he'd like to have his teacher under his thumb, submissive and pliant.
Bonus points if he jerks off while clutching something of Luke's.
Re: Kylo Ren / Luke - Unrequited
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(Anonymous) 2015-12-27 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: Kylo Ren / Luke - Unrequited 1/2
(Anonymous) 2015-12-31 12:44 am (UTC)(link)Rehtt nods gently, horns swaying as he grips his saber. If Ben hears Luke’s words he makes no effort to acknowledge them, his focus solely on his opponent as they move across the floor of the training room. When he strikes first the edge of his saber dangerously close to Rehtt’s throat Luke instinctively reaches for his weapon.
“Rehtt, mind your stance, counter his strike.”
Unlike meditation using a saber comes naturally for Ben. He wielded it with authority only weeks after his first lesson and by the time he’s training with the other padawans he displays superior skill. Luke watches as he slices the blade through the air with precision. Rehtt, the Chagrian boy he’s fighting has had several years to perfect his form, but every strike seems futile in the face of Ben’s ferocity. Their sabers whirr through the air as they fight, colliding in a hiss that sends sparks flying. Red has crept into Ben’s cheeks and the splotches of color against his pale skin leave him looking wild. Black strands fall onto his face as he hits back harder, faster.
Force sensitivity and the ability to handle the responsibilities of a Jedi are two different things; Luke is never more aware of that than when he’s training Ben. The aura surrounding the boy thrums with a barely harnessed energy yet his progress was a series of starts and stops. Unlike his classmates, most of whom thrive under Luke’s tutelage Ben impedes himself at every turn. Storming out of a mediation session, crushing a combat remote in frustration, even punching a hole through the wall after a particularly cutting assessment. Each trainee presented their own set of challenges, but Ben’s inability to control his emotions has provided Luke with a constant source of disquiet.
“This is an exercise Ben, not combat–center your emotions.”
Starting his training later than usual didn’t help matters; Luke’s truncated education had begun at the cusp of adulthood and had led to a series of misguided choices that almost destroyed the galaxy. Ben had the advantage of several more years of instruction, but the result was nearly as disastrous. At worst Ben Solo was willful, arrogant and aloof, at best he was the most naturally gifted of any learner Luke had come across. In the years following the rebel victory on Endor, Luke had traversed the galaxy in search of students attuned to the force. To find such latent ability so close to home had seemed unbelievable at first, but his training had taught him the nature of dissonance. How one could dive into a flame and not feel the sear of its heat.
“Use his anger, Rehtt. If he’s willing to display it, you should be willing to exploit it.”
There is a recklessness that comes with this stage of youth, and Luke understands it fully. Ben throws his passion into his fighting; Rehtt lifts his saber and Ben shoves an elbow into the boy’s rib. It’s a cheap shot and he does little to hide his delight over the way he catches his opponent off-guard.
“Use decorum. This isn’t a street brawl.”
There was a time when Luke had thought his willingness to adapt the rules could connect him to Ben. If familial ties didn’t offer them common ground, perhaps the shared bond of the impetuous would. He can still hear Leia’s words ringing in his ears.
“He has so much of you in him; you’re his hero. Teach him what it means to be that for someone else.”
The lesson remained unlearned, even as Ben clung to his side eager to take on the role of apprentice and distinguish himself from the other padawans. Ben could quote the scrolls, recite every text and challenge him on its interpretation–still something was missing. Luke believed that it meant to be a Jedi should evolve beyond the ideals of men long dead, that the teachings and their eternal wisdom could reflect the concerns this age, be strengthened by the will of those just connecting with the force. Luke had often joked with his other students that they were testing him as much as he was testing them, but Ben rendered such statements true.
Luke studies the two boys, glancing down at a datapad that details each student’s vitals. The spike in Ben’s blood pressure registers as an arch on a line chart before Luke hears him grunt in frustration, twisting his lightsaber in a flourish of green light as he slices through the padding of the other padawan’s uniform. Rehtt gasps crumpling to the floor and clutching his chest in a panic where the blade nearly touched flesh.
“Enough,” Luke shouts, before rushing to Rehtt’s side, placing a palm over the singed fabric of the boy’s tunic to inspect the damage, noting a nick to the curved horn that rests against his torso and a purple welt forming where the heat of the saber scalded the delicate mottled skin.
“Class, that will be all for now–Ben, a word please.”
Luke helps Rehtt to his feet as the remaining students shuffle out the door quietly. The Chagrian smiles attempting to hide a wince as he follows his classmates. Ben disables his lightsaber, but his fingers grip the hilt as his chest rises and falls. Luke stares at him and feels a tremor move through the air. Ben’s jaw is clenched in an effort to look foreboding but he only manages petulant. Luke isn’t sure whether to sigh or laugh.
“You shouldn’t strive to injure your fellow padawans,”
“I thought the objective was to defeat my enemy,” Ben replies flatly.
“The objective is to learn how to handle your weapon–these are your allies, brothers in arms.”
“You dote on him,” Ben strains to control his tone. “Give him the easiest tasks then praise him for completing them an hour after I’ve finished. You’ve never found fault with his performance even when it’s glaringly evident that–”
“I treat each of you equally,” Luke interrupts, cutting Ben short before he can launch into another critique.
“And there lies the problem,” Ben mutters.
Impartiality has always been Luke’s goal; he strives for it even when he’s pulled towards a student. The academy’s structure leaves him with the burden of being the master to many; a problem hopes to alleviate as soon as this class ascends to the next level. Each pupil deserves the full attention of a mentor to guide them through their training. In an ideal world, Ben would be paired with a master whose resolve was stronger than Luke’s. Someone with the emotional distance to provide him with unbiased instruction. As it stood, Ben viewed Luke’s attempts at neutrality as a rejection of their earlier understanding. Things had been simpler when Ben was just his nephew, just an affectionate boy with a thirst for knowledge who devoured every book brought for him and curled to sleep at the foot of Luke’s bed.
“He’s weak,” Ben pauses on the word, as though saying it repulses him “I bested him with my first blow–”
Luke reaches for Ben’s saber with the force, snatches it from the boy’s hand with an imperceptible motion.
“Strength is more than aggression its more than how well you can fight.”
“Then show me your strength master–what you hide from all others.”
Luke has grown used to Ben’s taunts, the way he uses words to goad others into giving him the reactions he wants, but he can’t ignore the way Ben is pulling back with the force, shaking Luke’s saber from its scabbard. It doesn’t take long for it to wind up in Ben’s hand unsheathed and glowing as Ben stares back daring him to make the first move.
And so he does.
Lifting the boy off the ground doesn’t serve a tactical purpose, but it startles Ben to the point where he starts to struggle against the invisible bonds holding him in place. Luke’s saber clatters to the floor and Ben feebly attempts to reach for it, his arms frozen in place as Luke bends him backward the position increasingly uncomfortable as he floats. The creaking of bones is audible as he’s pushed further back into a shape impossible even for the most flexible Teevan within their order. Ben winces but the pain pales in comparison to the humiliation Luke knows he is feeling. Tears well in Ben's eyes as Luke cords his fingers through his hair, his touch gentle.
“Show me your resolve, padawan show me that your commitment to the Jedi extends beyond your need for dominance.”
Luke’s hand hovers over Ben’s forehead, he can feel the chaos surging within the boy’s being, the pull of darkness. Ben's eyes flutter open and shut, his mouth agape, Luke traces a fingertip over the fullness of a lower lip and is hit with a rash of images that sear into his mind.
Ben with his hair shorn close the beginnings of his padawan braid poking out from behind oversized ears, Luke’s hand resting on his shoulder staring down at him with pride.
The climb out of the ice caves of Ilum Ben’s arms looped around Luke’s back as they struggled for purchase along the slick walls, snow falling into their eyes. A treasure of kyber crystals filling their packs as they maneuvered back through to their ship.
A shared tent on Dandoran, Ben’s feet dangling just outside the opening, toes touching grass each time he shifts in the night. He wraps his gangly arms around Luke pulling their bodies closer.
Together in a steam room on Coruscant, the air heavy with the scent of lyris. Luke stretches back against the heated tiles eyes closed as he lets the steam filter into his lungs. He can feel Ben touching the nexus of metal and flesh where his prosthesis connects to his body, the network of wires and circuits coming alive at the slight pressure.
“Master.” The word breaks Luke’s connection, sends him spiraling back into the present. Ben is still suspended midair but has managed to twist himself upright; his body is pulled taut, neck bared, the flat plane of his sternum visible through the part in his robes. Luke lets his hand rest on Ben’s chest his fingers splayed over the smooth skin just beneath the fabric, he can feel every wall Ben has built between them shatter.
"Don't stop."
Even a novice could control a weak mind briefly, but to push past awareness and unearth truths required mental agility. Losing oneself in the thoughts of another wasn’t uncommon and despite his practice Luke can feel a dull ache as he sinks deeper into Ben’s consciousness. They both shudder a current building between them the push and pull as Ben opens himself to invasion. Their time together has prepared Luke for some of what he sees and feels; flashes of a worried Leia as the Falcon rises to the sky, glimpses of a nomadic childhood steeped in the rhetoric of the resistance. He can feel the crackle of Ben’s anxiety, his frustration at being born a Solo, his ever-present anger, the fear of mediocrity that urges him past his limits.
What Luke isn’t ready for is an image of himself in his quarters after-hours the familiar setting viewed through the latticework of a screen. Luke sees himself as he practices his nightly meditations, body bare from the waist up, torso sinewy and scarred. It could be any of a thousand nights, excepting the way he arches back onto his bedsheets, pushes his trousers off and wraps a fist around his cock. It’s rare for Luke to allow himself this, but not unheard of. He’s never thought himself above the fundamental human needs, and there are moments when any touch–even his own–can be a balm against life’s cruelty.
Still, seeing himself through Ben’s eyes is unnerving. The knowledge of his vulnerability, the dual shock of seeing himself exposed and knowing Ben had watched in silence cataloging each detail. This is a well-worn memory, something Ben has revisited countless times. Ben allows him this understanding, pulls Luke further inside the recollection lets him revel in his own image and Ben’s experience of it. The way Ben’s breath hitches as Luke’s thumb swipes over the weeping slit of his cock, how he sighs fogging the screen lightly as Luke strokes upward with a twist of his wrist, the lingering attention Ben gives to the crisscrossing bruises that cover Luke’s abdomen.
It’s then that Luke remembers the evening precisely; a hard day of training, Ben continuously testing his patience, riling him up deliberately. A casual remark about Ben inheriting Han’s temper sending the boy into a rage, his fists pounding into Luke before being blocked by a force blow. After patching Ben’s cuts, Luke had needed a touch that night, needed to lose himself in a warm body and forget his responsibility to this exasperating young man. It would have been simple to slip away to some cantina on the outer rim and fall into bed with the first person he laid eyes on but he’d never taken the easy path before.
Instead, he gave into the comfort of his fantasies; oft-repeated thoughts of a wetness tight around his cock, soft, perfumed breasts pressed against his chest. Hardness driving into him as he feels the rasp of coarse hair against his back with each thrust, large hands that press relentlessly into his hips leaving marks behind. The ideas are so old and abstracted he no longer questions their source, long-held shame overlooked in favor of raw sensation.
Luke turns away from himself to watch the memory of Ben breathless and frenzied in the dark of the wardrobe pulling at the fastenings of his trousers and failing to undo them in time. A wet patch spreads along the front placket as he spills, his arousal ebbing but still present even after his release.
The memory slips from Luke’s grasp and he reels backwards, his hold on Ben’s mind released, the force grip broken. Ben tumbles to the ground and takes Luke with him intertwining their bodies. His wiry limbs wrap around Luke pulling him tighter, closer.
“I don’t regret it,” Ben buries his face in the nape of Luke’s neck “I won’t apologize for–”
“When have you ever.”
Ben pauses then, his chin resting on Luke’s chest. Luke regards him carefully, thinking back to all the times they’ve lain like this before simply sharing warmth. Ben has none of Leia’s regal bearing, nor Han’s vitality yet it’s Luke’s loyalty to them that has made Ben a constant within his life. It seems so strange that this man should be the result of their coupling, that two people so perfect in their own way could create something this damaged. Even Ben’s features are disjointed; nose too large, lips too full, eyes dark and questing. Luke is reminded of an earlier point on their bloodline, something too dark to acknowledge.
“I love you,”
Luke flinches. The words should be obvious; of course, Ben loves him, the natural order demands it of them both; there should be love, a gentle, temperate bond. The code is detailed in its description of infractions and fraternization between master and padawan is strictly forbidden. Even without passages dedicated to the subject Luke would know that intimacy was misguided. Jedi of the Old Republic had derided romance as a distraction, something unworthy of knights and on occasion unsavory. Luke isn’t sure he shares that view, but he hasn’t gone out of his way to refute the idea either.
“Love doesn’t dictate everything,” Luke shifts off the floor and Ben grabs his wrist.
“It should–it can,” Ben’s grip on Luke tightens “I would surrender every part of myself to this order and to you.”
“Surrender yourself to the light, to the force–”
“Master, you are the light.”
The words hang between them as Ben struggles with the fastenings of his robes attempting to undo the broad sash but failing, reddening in frustration. At that moment he seems younger and more beautiful than Luke has ever seen him. When he looks up from his efforts he smiles wide.
“Never had to do this with an audience before,” the knot slips open and Ben shrugs off his tunic to reveal a smooth torso speckled with moles.
“What you ask is untenable.”
“Is it? You’ve laid yourself bare before me–what could we hide from each other?”
Luke doesn’t let himself consider the question.
Re: FILL: Kylo Ren / Luke - Unrequited 2/2
(Anonymous) 2015-12-31 12:50 am (UTC)(link)"More. I need to feel all of you."
“I sense your conflict,” Ben straddles his hips before Luke can respond. Their lips have yet to touch and Luke regrets that more than his collusion in something that should repulse him, “there is nothing left to fear, master. I love you.”
There is innocence beneath Ben’s bravado and Luke can feel the purity of his words, his naive belief that this is the greatest challenge they’ll have to face, that the road ahead is clear and certain, the threat of the Sith little more than a tale Luke uses to keep the younglings in line.
“I know.”
...
He’d expected Ben to fight for dominance, to rut and struggle until one of them surrendered. Luke instead finds himself becoming the aggressor, his fingers coated in fragrant oil as he works them into Ben preparing him slowly, greedily drinking in each moan and shout. He pauses only to tease at reddened nipples, to finally taste that wide mouth as he pushes into the boy’s tight, welcoming heat. Control had slipped from him then, the thrill of skin on skin proving intoxicating.
Hours later they lie awake in the darkness watching the moons wax and wane. Ben has screamed his throat raw, but he hums an old Alderaanian hymn as he rests against Luke’s chest. He’s opened himself to the force and Luke can feel his calm, his pleasure at the soreness in his flanks.Thin crescents are carved into Luke’s body where Ben let his nails scratch too deep. The way Ben rubs against each spot worrying the tender flesh makes Luke wonder if the marks were deliberate.
“How long has it been since I last crawled into your bed,” Ben’s tone is playful as he kisses a line across Luke’s hipbone. Luke knows Ben finds the evolution of their relationship natural, comforting even. Ben would regard any act that brought them closer as predestined, even if it meant destruction.
“Not since you were a boy,” Luke sighs, the admission makes him feel regretful; a traitor to his faith, his family. A lecher unworthy of the legacy he’s meant to uphold–if Han or Leia could see him now they’d disown him.
As if in response Ben reaches out to him with the force, a wave of comfort overshadowing his contrition.
“We don’t owe them an explanation–we don’t owe them anything.”
Luke rises from the bed, the need for distance pushing out everything else. Ben’s contempt for his parents isn’t a subject he’s willing to breach and the idea of tackling it now makes his heart hurt.
“They love you so much,” is all he can bring himself to say.
“Every untainted memory from my childhood begins with you. I would follow you across whatever base we were stationed on, walking in your shadow, wearing your old clothes until I grew too tall and stretched them out. I wanted to be you–to have a part of you.” Ben’s voice cracks, he turns to stare out at the twin moons and their progression across the sky.
“I’d tell the other children that my father was the great Jedi hero–they of course, knew better, but that didn’t matter. You were the legend we were weaned on, something we could all believe in.”
Luke paces the short distance between the walls of his quarters. The spartan nature of his dwelling means there is little space he can put between himself and Ben. He has dealt with young men and their misguided hero worship since his days in the resistance. The idea of bedding someone who viewed him as a myth hadn’t seemed appealing then and now it just feels like a betrayal.
“I’m just a man, Ben and not even a very good one.”
The sun begins its journey across the horizon emerging first as a thin line of light between the cresting moons then spreading gradually its rays like the sparks of barely contained fire flickering across the landscape painting the world in red and gold. Luke opens himself to the force and as it rushes towards him in a surge of heat and fury he feels the enveloping crush of darkness.
Also posted to ao3 (http://archiveofourown.org/works/5572594) Fill is slightly different from my original prompt, but figured I'd post just in case anyone else is interested in this pairing.
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