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Vader woke.

At some point during their sleep, Luke had rolled himself over to face his father and thrown a leg over his hip, their naked bodies pressed firmly skin-to-skin. His arms were holding tightly to Vader’s waist, his head tucked under his father’s chin, his hips humping urgently against his Alpha’s groin. The boy whined as he tried desperately to comfort himself against his father’s body, needy and too heat-dazed to focus on anything else. Vader took in the Omega’s desperate state, and instantly brought his arms up to wind them tightly around his waist, holding the tiny figure of his son firmly to his chest. Luke moaned at the contact, hips speeding up their rhythm.

“Oh, my poor darling,” Vader murmured.

“Need it, Alpha,” his Omega cried. “Need it!"

Held closely as he was, Luke couldn’t get a good angle to generate much friction despite his frenzied humping. Frustration and pain showed clearly on his features, tugging at Vader’s heartstrings. Sighing, he drew one leg up to press against Luke’s stiff little cock, allowing the boy to grind himself against his father’s thigh. “I know you do, baby. Whatever are we going to do with you?” he pressed his lips to the crown of Luke’s head as the boy groaned in gratitude.

Vader stroked Luke’s back absently as he contemplated. Luke’s symptoms were escalating. Every night since Luke's heat had begun, Vader had been finger-fucking his son, trying to grant him some relief. Clearly, that was no longer working. Luke was resting for shorter periods, and waking up progressively more agitated. Ordinarily a shy boy, nervous around any physical affection, now he was craving his Alpha’s touch so badly that he was aggressively instigating contact even in his sleep.

Really, there was only one thing that would satisfy an Omega in such a state. Vader hadn't allowed himself to truly consider it before, his thoughts tempered by the unspoken taboo. But, faced with the heartbreaking reality of his son's suffering, he debated. Luke was in agony, and, father or no, Vader was an Alpha, biologically programmed to comfort and care for an Omega in his charge. If there was something his sweet Omega child needed, then Vader had to give it to him. To do otherwise was unbearable.

Luke's thrusts, still frantic, were growing weaker. He tired so easily while sick with heat. The boy loosed a pitiable whimper, straining to get adequate stimulation, riding his daddy's muscular thigh with enthusiasm if not finesse. Vader slid a hand up Luke's delicate spine to settle against the back of his head, cradling it gently against his own throat. He purred absently, trying to soothe the distressed child in his arms.

Having granted himself permission to explore the idea of sating Luke's heat himself, Vader seemed to have unlocked the floodgates of his own desire. His son was a beautiful boy, a healthy young Omega, and holding his precious form against his own body was one of Vader's simplest and truest joys. Now, though, Vader felt the first stirrings of interest within that joy. Or, perhaps more accurately - if he were being truly honest with himself now, fully confronting the feelings he'd tried to keep buried deep down in his core, hidden from even himself - now he was acknowledging that interest for the first time, and, in doing so, strengthening it until it couldn't be denied. He'd spoken its name, now, and given it power.

Luke's pretty little cock was still rubbing against his thigh, and Vader's own cock was responding. Always half-hard when holding his son - a natural reaction of any Alpha to an Omega cuddled so close to them - his cock was now getting harder as he let himself envision finally fucking his baby boy. Fully claiming him as his own.

Luke needed to be knotted, and Vader could do it for him. It would have to happen eventually anyway, or Luke would know no peace during his heats. Better to do it immediately, to grant the boy relief that much sooner - and who better to do it than his father, his Alpha, who loved him more than anything in the universe, more deeply than anyone else ever could? Even the mere thought of someone else touching his child made him seethe - the idea that someone else might try to bond with him, to supplant Vader as his Alpha, to stake a claim on the boy's very being, made his blood boil with incandescent rage. All that Luke was belonged to Vader; he alone had the right to claim him, to tie them together so irrevocably, as father and son, as Alpha and Omega, and, yes, even as mates.

Luke would never leave him. He'd never need to - he'd never want to. Vader would take care of him, cherish him, worship him, and Luke would stay with him all his days, safe and content in his father's arms. There would be no need he couldn't satisfy, no reason to ever stray from the warmth of his Alpha's love.

Vader looked down at his son, still working himself mindlessly against Vader's body. Watched him softly panting through pink lips, stared, enraptured, as a trickle of sweat ran down his flushed skin. Unable to help himself, he tipped his face down and licked at the sweat, tracing its path with his tongue. In his embrace, Luke shivered, leaning into the contact, hips jerking pitifully. His son was suffering, and eager for his father's touch.

Vader made up his mind.

He pressed their mouths together, kissing his Omega tenderly, almost chastely. "Don't worry, my love," he murmured. "Alpha's going to take care of you, make it all better." The Force thrummed with his affection; sensing it, Luke seemed to relax slightly, hips still writhing against his father's thigh, but his torso going slack against him.

Vader wrapped a hand around his son's calf, pulling it up higher on his waist, parting the cheeks of his ass slightly and exposing his hole to his Alpha's probing touch. Vader slid his flesh hand along the boy's leg, ran it up and down the crevice of his ass, stroking across soft wet flesh with every pass. Luke whimpered when the hand stilled, his father's fingers pressed firmly against his core. That furled little rim twitched against his probing touch, hot and wet and desperately needy.

"Alphaaa…" Luke groaned when Vader pushed the first finger inside, pressing back against it even as he tried to press forward against his thigh.

Vader kissed the tip of his nose, smiling. "Ssh, darling, you're all right."

The Omega’s hole was looser than it had been the previous night, and, somehow, impossibly, wetter. A fresh gush of slick poured out when Vader added a second finger, thrusting them gently in and out of his son's body. Very soon, he was able to add a third, that filthy wet fuckhole slurping the extra finger up with ease.

"My son is such a needy little slut," Vader teased. "So desperate for whatever Alpha gives him." He crooked his fingers against the sweet spot deep within, and Luke rewarded him with a long, breathless moan. A beautiful sound, one he could listen to forever. "Don't worry, sweetheart, soon you'll get what you really need. Daddy just needs to prepare you a little more so he doesn't accidentally hurt you."

The fourth finger was more difficult; Vader had to pause at the first knuckle, draw it back out for a moment, and then press in again slowly, repeating the process several times until at last he could slide all four fingers in and out of his son's body with relative ease. He continued to play like that for several minutes, perhaps procrastinating slightly as he again contemplated the magnitude of what he was going to do. Vader knew himself; once he'd done this, there would be no going back - not just because of the mating bond tying them together, but because, having had his child once, he would want him again and again, would crave this connection for the rest of his life. He had gone decades without knowing another carnally, had lost all interest in sex after Padmé's death, sunken as he was in deepest apathy - but if he did this, he knew he would be insatiable. Already he coveted Luke's affection, wanting always to be touching his son, to be bathed in his sunshine presence. Binding them even closer together would only increase his desire. Once his body knew Luke's so intimately, there would be no unknowing it, and he would forever be seeking to further that knowledge, until there wasn't a single molecule of his son he hadn't examined, an atom he hadn't conquered. He would seek to possess him absolutely, body and soul.

Luke whined, inner walls suckling at Vader's hand, demanding his Alpha's full attention back on him. Vader stirred his fingers within him, testing the give of that sweet little hole a final time before deeming him stretched enough to take his Alpha's cock. Even with his heat easing the way, his baby Omega was delicate, and Vader loathed the thought of causing him even a moment's pain.

Slowly, Vader withdrew his hand, another rush of slick spilling out behind it. Luke keened at the loss, tears rolling down his cheeks, hole clenching on nothing, agonized.

Vader petted his flank soothingly. "Ssh, baby, ssh. You'll only be empty a moment. Alpha's going to give you something better now." He pulled his knee back, removing his thigh from between Luke's legs. The boy sobbed, hands clenching feebly against Vader’s back, unable to understand why his Alpha was withdrawing from him when he so clearly needed him. Gently, Vader unwound those arms from around himself, disentangling their bodies completely. "Roll onto your back for me, sweetheart."

Miserable and confused, Luke nonetheless complied, letting Vader shift him onto his back and slide a pillow beneath his hips. Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes into his hairline; he gazed up at his father imploringly, those beautiful blue eyes shining in distress and need, begging for relief. It was traditional to arrange an Omega into the breeding position before fucking them, on hands and knees before their Alpha, holes presented for easy access, but Vader wanted to see those eyes as he pushed into Luke. Wanted to see the expression on his darling face as he was fucked for the first time.

He lowered himself carefully onto his son, pressing their naked bodies together, slotting his hips between soft slender thighs. He was so much larger than his child, he covered the Omega completely, Luke's tiny body entirely hidden beneath his father's. Vader was achingly hard now, eager to get inside. He instinctively thrust into the gap between the boy's thighs, groaning against his neck at the delicious friction on sensitive skin.

Luke squirmed beneath him, honey-sweet scent taking on a slightly acrid note of alarm. "Da- Daddy - what?"

Vader pulled his head back, looking down into eyes that were quickly losing their haziness, sharpening with fear. "Ssh, baby, it's all right. I've got you. Daddy's just giving you what you need." He captured his son's lips in another kiss, licking at them until they parted for him. Luke tensed, then sighed quietly as his father's tongue swept over his own, body relaxing and eager neediness filling his scent once more.

Still licking into that sweet mouth, pressing soothing Alpha pheromones into it with each stroke of his tongue, helping keep Luke calm and pliant, Vader reached down between them and fisted his own cock. He hummed soothingly into the kiss, distracting Luke as he lined himself up with the boy's hole. Luke broke the kiss when he felt the first press of his daddy's cock against his entrance, whining fearfully; Vader moved his lips to the side of the boy's neck, licking and sucking at his scent gland, crooning soothing nonsense and settling him again. When he looked again into his son's eyes, they were glassy, shining with desperate tears and aching want. The Omega's hips rocked against his own, grinding them together, all anxieties crushed beneath that atavistic desire to be filled.

Gaze locked intently on his son's face, Vader slowly pushed in, sinking the head of his cock into that beloved little body.

Force, but the boy was tight. Vader shook with the effort of holding himself still, giving Luke a moment to adjust. Luke's eyes had rolled back in his head, his hands scrabbling at his Alpha's shoulders, his mouth fallen open in sheer pleasure. He keened wildly, giddily. Slowly, never turning his attention from that darling face, Vader pressed forward, groaning deeply, sinking inch by torturous inch into his son's plush little ass until their bodies were pressed flush together, Vader buried to the hilt in his child's body. That hot, slick passage spasmed and clenched around him, suckling greedily at the cock inside of it. The expression of utter bliss never left his Omega's features.

Vader rested his head against Luke's own for a moment, panting, taking a beat to center himself. It was overwhelming, feeling his child like this. The ultimate intimacy, two bodies joining as one, as close as two people could ever be. It felt inherently vulnerable, to be so exposed to each other, and yet profoundly right. Tears pricked at his eyes, surprising him, as he was filled with gratitude that this perfect child had been given to him. Luke was truly a gift from the Force. The most precious thing in Vader's life.

His Omega whined and bucked below him, begging for friction. Vader pressed both hands to either side of his face, and kissed him softly, tenderly, heart clenching in lovesick adoration. Carefully, so carefully, he withdrew from his son's body, and pressed back in. Luke made a noise like he'd been shot, and slammed his hips back against him, trying to speed up the slow, steady rhythm his father set.

"Easy, baby," Vader cautioned, moving one hand down to hold the boy's hips firm. "I know you're eager, but Daddy needs to be gentle with you. You're so little; Alpha doesn't want to break you in half."

Luke wriggled, sobbing, trying to slip free of his grip. Vader held him still effortlessly, continuing to press into him in slow, deep thrusts. Tiny hands fisted in the bedsheets and slim thighs wrapped tightly around around his waist as Luke tried to coax his father to move faster. Vader nipped at his jaw and gradually began to increase his pace, sliding in and out of that gloriously slick hole. Liquid hot pleasure pooled low in his belly as Luke writhed and moaned beneath him.

"Yes, yes - Alpha, yes - so good - Daddy, hnngh, yes," his Omega babbled, lost in the elation of finally being fucked. His arms came up to wrap around Vader's shoulders, drawing them closer together, tucking Luke's face against Vader's mating gland. The Force sung with the pleasure of their lovemaking, joyful and warm.

Sensing nothing but bliss from the child beneath him, Vader began to move in earnest. Luke's body bounced in time with his thrusts, the boy crying out with each rut of his father's hips, the air filling with the delicious scent of happy, well-fucked Omega.

"Alpha! Yes, please, like that! Daddy, more, Alpha-!" His voice crescendoed as he approached his climax. Vader released his hip and fisted his pretty cock, pumping it in time with every brutal thrust deep into his tight little hole.

"Come on, sweetheart, you're being so good for me, come for Alpha, come for Daddy," Vader praised, drilling directly into his baby's sweet spot. Overstimulated, overwhelmed, Luke arched his back and cried out, spurting thin streaks of white over both their stomachs. Vader felt his knot beginning to inflate as he neared his own orgasm. He chased it, pumping wildly in and out of his son's body, his rapidly-swelling knot tugging at the rim of his hole with each movement. Finally, he buried himself as deep into the boy as he could go, grinding his hips hard against Luke's ass, jizzing copious amounts of thick Alpha cum into his belly. Filling that tight little body to the brim, to the point of bursting, Luke's stomach bloating with the sheer quantity of cum his father shot into him.

Gasping, sweating, happier than he could ever remember being before, Vader gazed reverently down at his child. Luke moaned, squirming in satisfaction, nursing at the knot still buried deep inside of him. A tender, dopey grin stretched Vader’s lips, his heart too full to repress it. Gently, he nudged Luke's face to one side, pressing besotted kisses along his jaw, down to his neck. He scented along the slender column of his son's throat, buried his nose directly against his scent gland to inhale deeply. Licked it, kissed it, worshiped it. Then he followed what felt natural, and bit down.

Instantly, Luke screamed and came again, arching against his father's firm stomach. Hot blood and the delicious taste of sated Omega flooded Vader's mouth, making him groan and rut into his son's ass again. Vader sucked at the mating bite, worrying it beneath his lips until that golden skin bloomed deep red, promising to become a vivid dark bruise. His own pheromones, he knew, were rushing into Luke's bloodstream, tying them inextricably together.

He could feel as the bond settled over them. He peppered kisses over his son's face, helpless. His infinite love for his child was no stronger - it was impossible; something already boundless could not grow larger - but he could feel their souls joining. Twining together, becoming one. Already Luke's sweet Omega scent was taking on a deeper note, a certain richness that revealed he'd been claimed. Difficult to discern, masked as it was with the bolder scents of lust and sex, but very present.

"Love you, baby, love you, Daddy loves you so much," he whispered feverishly between worshipful kisses. "My darling, my son, my perfect baby Omega."

Luke crooned wordlessly back at him, face flushed and eyes unfocused, lost in his pleasure. It had been an overwhelming experience for him, too, Vader knew. He must have been exhausted. He'd been heat-sick for days, and now finally he'd gotten what he needed - Vader had given him what he needed: his belly, bloated; his sloppy hole, puffy and well-used; and the mating bite, binding him forever to his father, that had pushed him over the edge. When Vader rolled over and tugged Luke to lie against his chest, the boy went easily into his arms, weak and pliant. He'd need to clean them up soon - Luke's delicate skin would start to chafe when the sweat and the cum covering him dried - but for now he wanted to savor the moment, basking in his son's presence, in the softening knot still tying them together. His beautiful, happy, sated Omega, cradled in his Alpha's arms, warm and safe and cherished.

"Don't worry, baby. Daddy's gonna love you forever."

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Luke had thought his father was overbearing before. He had been wrong.

Luke spent nearly every moment of every day with him, now. It was like his father couldn't bear to be separated from him for even a moment more than he absolutely had to. His possessiveness had morphed into obsession, and Luke had to bear its full weight.

Vader loved him, Luke knew, but he loved him as one loved a favorite toy: something that was treasured and cared for, but that was ultimately an object, to be played with as its owner saw fit. He was a doll his father could decorate and pose however he chose, with no input from Luke himself. Beautiful, beloved, but brainless.

In the week that had passed since the end of Luke's heat, he had been given few opportunities to be alone with his thoughts. His father was seemingly unable to abide any negative emotion from his son, and these days Luke's unclouded emotions were negative more often than not. So he spent most of his time in that hazy Omega headspace, his mind fuzzy and his emotions softened, powerless against the hormones raging through his system. Vader, much to his son's horror, could now gentle him even more quickly, more thoroughly, and had no compunction about putting that ability to use; he dedicated many hours each day to smoothing out Luke's distress, forcing him to submit to his father's will and like it.

The mating bond between them meant that Luke was extra pliant to his Alpha's desires. It was effectively impossible to refuse the man when he wanted something. And what he wanted, more often than not, was his Omega; sweet, docile, dependent. A mindless plaything, eager to please, responsive and affectionate and an enthusiastic participant in whatever horrible new thing his father inflicted on him.

His father. His Alpha. His… mate.

In these rare moments when Luke was left alone with himself, able to think his own thoughts without that awful mental fog obscuring them, he would remember what had been done to him, and have to fight down nausea. It wasn't the rape - well, it was absolutely the rape, but not only the rape - and, stars, but Luke could hear how insane his own thoughts sounded - or the horrifying disregard for boundaries. It wasn't even that Vader had made such a momentous choice unilaterally - Force knew, he should have been used to it by now. What really made Luke ill was the betrayal. And wasn't that stupid? Vader always did as he pleased; despite what he claimed, he answered only to his own whims. He would insist he was doing things for a good reason, of course, but his truest motivator was always selfishness.

So it was foolish to expect him to place Luke's desires above his own, and Luke felt like the lowest kind of idiot admitting it, but he had expected that. And the betrayal stung horribly. He had been so desperately vulnerable, had been forced to trust his father to take care of him (like he'd promised he would) - and the man had abused that trust, had taken advantage of his son's helplessness to get what he wanted regardless of what Luke might think. And it was such a massive, permanent decision. Luke's entire life had been stolen from him, just like that, with that one selfish action. His mind had been hijacked, his body taken from him. He'd been reduced to a mewling sex toy, forced to crave his Alpha's attentions like he craved air. He felt filthy, destroyed, devastated. Broken down and rebuilt into something terrible, all because his father wasn't content to have him just as a son, but needed to possess him completely.

And the absolute worst thing: it had worked. Luke was a slave to his biology, to the awful body he'd been cursed with. Even knowing what had been done to him - even when he was fully in his right mind, head as clear as it ever got these days - part of Luke still liked it. A hideous, shameful part of him that loved his father and always would, no matter what the man did. The part that knew he was a mass murderer, a dictator, a rapist, but still melted at his touch. It was the drooling Omega animal in him, a witless creature that ran purely on instinct. That part of him liked being owned. Liked that his Alpha had made this choice for him, without any input from Luke; it made him feel wanted. The braindead animal in his head felt safe with Vader, felt beloved and protected and utterly devoted to him.

(And when he was gentled, when that murky Omega headspace took over him completely, the line between his two selves blurred, so that maybe Luke liked it, too. Didn't it prove his Alpha would always care for him? Didn't it mean Luke would always have a family, a purpose, a home?)

He couldn't think about it anymore. (He couldn't stop.) He felt sick. The thoughts settled in his gut like congealed grease, thick and cold and slimy, making him feel heavy and nauseous.

Anyway, the thoughts would be taken from him again quickly enough. He'd been left alone in their chambers to rest for a few hours while his father met with his advisors, but his father's attention never truly turned from him. Through their augmented bond, Vader was hyper aware of his mental state, even more than he had been before. Doubtless his father had noticed by now that Luke was upset, and would come rushing in any moment to comfort him. Luke wanted to hate the thought of his touch, but in truth he was exhausted, and that useless Omega part of him was eager to be back in his Alpha's arms, to be cradled and coddled and to have the sickness soothed away. To get some relief from the dark, miserable thoughts.

Luke loathed himself, for that. But soon that hatred would be taken from him, too, and there was nothing he could do about that either. He didn't even control his own mind, these days.

Luke felt his father approaching well before he entered their chambers. He promised himself that he would at least try to hold out, to last a few moments before he gave in to the man's will.

As always, he failed. When the door opened, his Alpha's scent filled the room, and Luke's body began to relax immediately. His arms, which he'd been squeezing so tightly about himself, loosened, his shoulders drooping. It was worse when his father entered his field of vision; as soon as Luke set eyes on him, the sickness churning in his gut lessened. The negative emotions began to fade, losing their sharpness and blurring into apathy. What was the point? Soon enough he'd be a boneless docile plaything again, an eager accomplice to his own debasement - what did another minute of clarity matter, really?

His Alpha approached quickly, concern hastening his steps. He cradled Luke's cheek in one broad palm, warm thumb massaging along his cheekbone. Luke leaned into the touch, enjoying the tender gesture, and met the worried golden eyes searching his own.

"You're supposed to be resting, my darling," his father chided gently. "You still need to recover your strength. What's wrong?"

Luke hesitated. He knew better than to lie - couldn't think of one, anyway, his head going fuzzy beneath the scent of concerned Alpha - but knew that his father would be displeased with the truth.

"I…" He started. Stopped. Tried to think, but his brain wouldn't work. He was slipping into that insidious headspace quickly, and he just wanted his Alpha to hold him and make the bad feelings go away.

His father sighed, full lips turning downward and a furrow appearing between his brows. There was a strange, almost itchy sensation in Luke's mind, as his daddy sorted carefully through his thoughts. It was a little invasive, but convenient, sparing Luke the burden of trying to structure his words.

His father's hand slid from his cheek to the side of his neck, kneading gently at his mating bite. It still hurt, sometimes, but the ache felt good. The man liked to touch it frequently, keeping it fresh and sensitive. Luke whimpered, slumping forward onto his daddy's chest.

"I'm sorry, baby," his father said, pressing his lips to the crown of Luke's head. "Alpha left you alone too long, didn't he? Poor thing, you've got yourself all mixed up."

The touches felt good. His daddy's rich scent surrounded him, soaking into his skin like warm oil. The universe was better, like this. When he was alone, Luke became so frightened and upset, overwhelmed and horrified at what his life had become; under his Alpha's gentle hands, things seemed simpler. He was reminded that he was safe and loved and wanted, and that those things were more important than anything else. It was impossible to be truly upset when his father was near: his presence was a comfort, fulfilling the base need buried deep in Luke's soul.

The sharp scent of worry started to fade, replaced by the wonderful smell of pleased Alpha, as his father watched Luke relax into his touch. "Oh, my sweet boy," he crooned. "You just wanted your daddy, didn't you?"

Luke nodded against his chest, then yelped as his father scooped him up, one strong arm around his back and the other beneath his thighs, cradling him tightly against the man's broad chest. Luke wrapped his arms around his daddy's neck and immediately turned to bury his face in his scent gland, face half-hidden in the dark gold waves of his hair, eager to absorb more of those wonderful happy-Alpha pheromones. He swiped his tongue across it, a quick inquisitive lick, then parted his lips and began to suckle. The salty taste of his father's skin filled his mouth, soothing him even further, softening the edges of his mind. Perfect contentment filled him, like the warmth of lying in a sunbeam, making his eyelids droop and his head feel heavy. Above him, he heard his daddy laugh a little, felt him smile against his hair.

"There's my sweet boy. Seems you're feeling all better now. Just needed a little affection, huh?" The sensation of motion, slight swaying as his father started walking, Luke held carefully in his arms. "Alpha still needs to do some work, but if you behave yourself, you can stay with me. How does that sound, baby? Will you be good and mind your manners for me?"

"I'll b- be good, Alpha," Luke assured quickly, before the man could change his mind. "I promise."

His daddy kissed Luke's hair again. "Good boy."

Luke lost track of time, then; it seemed only a moment had passed before they stopped. His daddy lifted his hand from Luke's back, waving it to open the door with the Force, and then they were settling into the chair of his father's desk, apparently in his office. The man shifted a little, adjusting Luke in his lap, so his back was pressed to his daddy's chest and his legs rested over his daddy's thighs. One muscular arm circled his waist, encouraging him to recline back against the larger man, his head pillowed against one broad shoulder. Like this, his Alpha could rest his chin on the top of Luke's head, and Luke could relax against his body and rest. It wasn't his absolute favorite way to be held - the best was when he could turn around and straddle his father's lap, press his face against that delicious scent gland, cuddle against his chest with Daddy's strong arms wrapped protectively around him - but it was still nice.

Syrupy-sweet pleasure spread sluggishly through Luke's veins, warming him from the inside out. Boneless, he collapsed back, trusting his daddy to keep him upright. He loved sitting on his father's lap. He felt so small, and his Alpha felt so immovably massive. Like a krayt dragon, guarding its hatchling. Distantly, Luke was aware that his father was a scary, dangerous person, but in his embrace Luke felt only safety and love.

"Be quiet for a little while now, my darling," his daddy reminded him. "Try to get some rest."

Obediently, Luke closed his eyes and willed himself to doze, drifting in the pleasant hazy headspace he was rapidly settling into. His father's hand stroked idly against his side, fingertips trailing lightly from his ribs to his hip, the skin tingling pleasurably beneath the caress. Periodically he would tilt his face down to press soft kisses against Luke's hair, or shift to adjust their combined weight, making himself more comfortable. Luke lost track of time again. Half-asleep, he didn't know how long they sat there, floating in their shared contentment, warm in the glow of affection.

Gradually, he became aware that his father was shifting more frequently, the hips beneath him rutting absently. His daddy's cock, always half-stiff when he was holding his Omega like this, was getting harder, the massive length pressing against his ass. Warm slick was leaking out of his hole, soaking into the fabric of his sleepshirt, his body responding to his Alpha's need. Luke moaned and rocked against that cock, trying to create more friction. He wanted their clothing off, hated the barrier preventing him from sinking down onto that gorgeous dick like he so desperately craved.

But his Daddy said the worst possible thing, then, forcing him to stop his motions. "No, Luke. Not right now."

Tears sprung instantly to his eyes. "What?"

The man's deep voice was stern. "Alpha still has a little more work to do. He'll play with you later."

Luke sobbed openly, devastated. But he needed it! He didn't understand why his daddy was being so cruel. Luke's cock was uncomfortably hard, now, his wet hole achingly empty - he could feel that the cock beneath him was fully hard, too, knew that his daddy wanted to fuck him. So why wouldn't he??

He squirmed in his father's hold mutinously, glowering, trying to entice him to change his mind.

A chuckle, a pulse of amusement in the Force. "I know, baby. But the galaxy doesn't stop just because my needy little son wants his ass filled. I'll take care of you soon, just be patient."

Luke shook his head, frustrated tears stinging at his eyes. He didn't want to be patient. He couldn't. The idea was in his head now, and had superseded everything else. He needed to be fucked, needed his Alpha to pin him down and stuff him full of cock and pound into him until they both came. His hole was drooling slick and his head spun with desire. His skin was hot and his guts were empty and he just needed it.

"Hush, little one. Be good just a little longer, then Alpha will give you what you need." His daddy rolled his hips beneath him, as though to demonstrate the reward Luke would get if he behaved himself. The stimulation only made things worse. As far as Luke could tell, his father wasn't even doing anything right now; his data pad was on, but he hadn't touched it in minutes, and didn't appear to be reading anything interesting. It was like he was denying Luke for no reason other than to torment him.

The tears streamed freely down his face as Luke did his best to hold still, to be quiet, to be patient. It was the most difficult thing he'd ever done. He'd almost settle himself, and then the cock beneath him would stir, and he'd be dropped right back into the ocean of his desire. It was agony. Time had sped by earlier, but now it dragged, every second seeming an eternity as he waited.

At long last, apparently deciding he was done with whatever task he'd been working on, his daddy stretched and switched the data pad off.

Luke perked up immediately, hopeful. His father's durasteel hand massaged his hip as the man tilted his head to either side and sighed.

His daddy leaned forward to push the data pad farther away. Luke squirmed, a little squished, and received a playful nip to his ear in response. "Okay, sweetheart, all done."

"Alpha?"

His father sat back again. "Arms up."

Luke rushed to obey. Daddy lifted him slightly, pulling the night shirt out from beneath his bottom, then tugged it over his head and tossed it aside. Luke, having not worn small clothes beneath it, was left sitting naked in his father's lap. He shivered in the cool air and tried to press closer to the warm chest behind him.

His father had other ideas, though. He lifted Luke from his lap and stood, pushing the chair back with one foot as he carefully lay Luke down on his belly, splayed out on the desk. Luke quickly brought up his arms to cushion his head, turning it so his cheek was resting against his forearms. His daddy took hold of Luke's hips with one hand, raising his torso as he used the other to position Luke's legs beneath him, settling him on his knees. The desk was tall, but so was his father, and when Luke looked back he could see that his ass was aligned perfectly with his Alpha's groin. He whimpered, his damp hole becoming instantly wetter.

"Let's have a look at you, baby," his daddy murmured behind him. "See just how needy you are." A large, gloved hand pulled one ass cheek aside; the cold air nipped at his exposed flesh, making it twitch and tremble. "So wet already. Just look at the mess you're making, little one." Distantly, he resented that comment, felt ashamed of himself. But then the flesh hand squeezing his hip released it, and there were blunt fingers stroking over his entrance, playing with the slick running out of him. Luke moaned and shivered all over, shame forgotten. His skin pebbled in the cold, but his blood ran so hot, warming him from the inside.

His daddy bent down; Luke felt warm lips press against his backside, a gentle kiss. "You've been so good for Alpha tonight, waiting so patiently."

One thick finger slipped inside, just barely past his entrance. Luke jerked, keening loudly. The gloved hand on his ass petted him soothingly as the finger inside of him withdrew, then pressed slowly back in, just a little farther than before. "Daddy…!"

"You're so tight tonight, Omega. Daddy's going to have to take his time with you."

The finger slipped a little deeper, now almost fully buried inside of him. Luke shuffled his hips, the intrusion burning just a little. His father pulled the finger back immediately, leant down and kissed the small of Luke's back, shushing him. He waited a moment, then slowly pressed back in. When Luke remained still through the next several strokes, the digit roamed wider, moving in circular motions to loosen him further. Soon, a second finger joined it, probing lightly at his entrance until Luke's rim relaxed enough to allow it in. A low moan was building in his chest, becoming louder as his daddy gradually stretched him further. Those wonderfully thick fingers separated, scissoring inside of him, creating more space inside his body, gradually widening his passage.

A third finger joined them, added even more slowly than the second, his Alpha being almost agonizingly careful as he prepped him, pausing every few moments to lay kisses and soft words of praise against his skin. Luke's head was spinning, dizzy with pleasure; so good he could come right then, and yet not nearly enough. Slick was pouring out of his body, soaking him halfway down his thighs.
By the time the fourth finger was finally pressed into him, he felt he would surely fall apart, so lovingly torn to pieces by those clever hands.

"Still with me, sweetheart?" A warm voice accompanied by a curl of those clever fingers that made his vision white out.

"Al…pha…"

A fond chuckle. "My poor baby. There isn't a thought in your head right now, is there? Alpha could do anything to you, and you'd welcome it, wouldn't you? You just want whatever I'll give you."

The fingers stroked inside him again, then drew back. Luke whimpered, bereft. His body had been so lovingly hollowed out until it was nothing but an empty ache, a greedy sleeve perfectly-fitted for his daddy; and now he was left gaping, a purposeless void without his Alpha to fill him up.

His father bent over him, leaned down to press a kiss against his lips. Luke returned it eagerly, desperately grateful for the contact, opening his mouth to let Daddy shove his tongue inside, filling just a little of the agonizing emptiness. He moaned into it, kissing back as enthusiastically as he could. His daddy smiled against his lips. "It's all right, sweetheart. I'll always give you what you need."

He straightened again, pulling away. Luke heard the clink of a belt being undone, the rustle of fabric as his Alpha undressed. He tried to lift himself, but the Force held him down, locking him in place. His daddy's gloved hand once again held firmly to his hip. He shifted, and suddenly that blunt, wide cockhead rested against Luke's entrance. Luke almost sobbed in relief.

"Easy, baby boy," his daddy murmured. "Try to relax now."

Pressure, as his Alpha drove his hips forward, that cockhead pushing against the wet rim of Luke's hole. A moment of discomfort, and then it was slipping past, sinking into him. Luke's stomach swooped, warm tingly pleasure radiating from his core all the way to the tips of his toes. He moaned, long and loud, as his daddy fucked gently into him, feeding him that massive cock inch by inch. He could feel its heavy drag on his insides, stretching him wider and wider until he was stuffed completely full, filled to the brim with cock. He gagged when his daddy finally bottomed out, helplessly, gloriously impaled, weak and dazed with the pleasure of it.

"Fuck," his Alpha hissed above him. "Fuck, baby, that's - fuck."

Luke felt pride swell in his chest, noticeable even through the hazy clouds of his pleasure. He had made his Alpha happy. He was a good Omega, making his mate feel good.

His daddy wound an arm beneath Luke's hips, scooping his body back against him, burying that delicious cock somehow even deeper into him. He bent over Luke, resting his heavy torso over Luke's back, pressing the Omega's smaller form down, trapping it between his father's chest and the table beneath him. His presence was overwhelming, surrounding Luke completely. It was all he could perceive, dominating everything; the rich scent of his arousal, the warmth of his body, the breaths gasped above Luke's head. His arm was folded in front of Luke's face, blocking his view of the room. Luke felt wonderfully contained, like this. Possessed, cherished, safe. Luke's entire world shrunk to his father's presence, in him and around him and monopolizing his senses. He was hidden from the rest of the galaxy, lost in his father's body, beloved and protected by this man who owned him so completely.

Tears poured down Luke's face, stinging his skin.

His daddy kissed the mating bite on his neck, settling Luke and softening the too-sharp edges of his thoughts. "I know, my love. You're all right. Daddy's got you. Just relax now, let me make you feel good."

His father's weight held him down, locked in place, unable to resist even if he wanted to. The arm wrapped beneath his belly prevented him from rocking his hips back as his daddy started to move. He set a slow, steady pace, thrusting deeply into his son's hungry body. It was cruel, sweet torture. Luke felt every inch of that thick length as it dragged along his insides, teased at his sweet spot but never quite hit it directly. His Alpha knew precisely how to torment his son, and he used every bit of that expertise, mercilessly driving Luke to insanity.

Luke whined desperately, crying into his folded arms, begging his daddy to move faster, fuck harder. He clenched his hole tightly and the man's hips stuttered, momentarily breaking his rhythm. His father groaned into his ear and thrust again, as Luke tried to bait him into picking up the pace.

Teeth nipped at his neck again, teasing, a warning. "Don't think I don't know what you're up to, sweetheart. Such a greedy little knotslut."

He moved faster, though, pounding forcefully into Luke's eager body, nailing his prostate directly with every punishing stroke, knocking all thoughts from Luke's head. Fucking him stupid, dominating him absolutely, so there was nothing to do but take it. He was murmuring something against Luke's ears all the while, babbling praise and sweet nothings, but Luke couldn't focus well enough to understand the words. All his being was focused on the cock in his ass, fucking him brutally and perfectly, remaking him into a sleeve for his daddy's pleasure.

His orgasm tore through him. He cried out, body spasming, shooting jets of messy cum onto the desk. His daddy fucked him through it, thrusting rapidly as he used Luke's body to reach his own peak. The knot began to swell, that thick cock becoming impossibly wider. Luke whimpered, a little afraid, the stretch of his over-sensitive flesh just this side of too much. His Alpha's knot was huge inside of him, stuffing him almost to the point of pain.

Groaning deeply in his chest, his daddy slammed his hips all the way forward and ground harshly into Luke's ass, painting his insides with thick hot semen. Luke squirmed, belly swelling with his Alpha's cum, heavy and uncomfortably full, feeling like he would burst at the seams.

His daddy rested on top of him for a moment, panting. He nuzzled against Luke's mating bite, sucking at it and pressing lazy kisses to Luke's neck. He was talking again, whispering soft praise into Luke's skin, but Luke wasn't really paying attention. The spun-sugar clouds had filled his head completely; his muscles ached and his stomach hurt, but they were minor discomforts, easily lost amid the warm pleasure rushing through his body. He was drowsy, perfectly content, not a worry in the world. If anything needed to be done now, his daddy would take care of it; Luke knew all he had to do was relax and let him.