WARNING! Contains Breath Control! Breath control play is like driving
your car w/o oil in it! It is dangerous, and highly addictive. Don't
do it, OK? I've lost 1 person I know to this, please don't make it 2.
This has been a Public Service Announcement from Your Friendly
Neighborhood Succubus.

Disclaimers: I disclaim any knowledge of this fic. These aren't mine,
they're the Great Flanneled One's and anyone who thinks I'm making a
dime needs their head examined.

Note: This was written for the Star Wars Erotica Forum's Anniversary.

This fic takes some explaining. It's a missing scene from the "Leap
into Darkness" chapter of my AU "Across Oceans of Space." On the main
time-line of the story, Han and Luke are lovers. Luke dies on the
second Death Star, and, guided by his ghost, Han finds a way to travel
between universes, looking for a place where he died and Luke is
mourning him. The first jump "Leap into darkness" lands him in the
clutches of Luke&Leia, sith lords raised by Vader who is the emperor.
They enjoy their new toy so much, they opt to capture their own
universe's Solo in addition. This takes place sometime in the three
weeks when both Hans are in the possession of the Sith Twins.
It didn't fit the escape narrative.

Summary: Well, double your spacers, double your fun...

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Sibling Rivalry
Angel 2002
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"Beautiful darlings," Leia beckoned from the door. "I want both of
you."

Knowing better than to deny their dark lady anything, and still
working to keep the submissive facade in place, they went to her. Han
moved around in front and presented himself for her scrutiny. She
tangled her fingers in his hair and drew him down to bite a kiss
across his mouth.

"Should I make your faces match? You just have that little scar, while
his goes all the way up his cheek." She traced a line up his cheek
with her sharp, scarlet-lacquered nails.

From behind, Solo's hands had wrapped themselves around her waist as
Han kissed her again. "How're you going to tell us apart then,
sweetheart?" Four big hands slid over her petite body,unhooking and
discarding the black bodysuit she wore.

"It doesn't matter," she sighed. "You're both mine." She summoned a
chair up behind them and backed Solo into it.

"As you are mine, sweet sister," came the voice from the doorway. The
men looked up from kissing and stripping the princess to see Luke
standing in the doorway. "Please continue. This should be
entertaining, if nothing else." Seemingly uncaring, he sauntered to
the table and poured himself a glass of flamewine. He settled down
with a datapad to ignore the scene behind him.

Leia sent him a smile, and a brush of a kiss through the Force as she
shoved Han to his knees. She reached back to grasp Solo's cock and
found he was ready.

Knowing what was expected, Solo lifted her onto his lap, impaling her
as she wrapped her legs around Han's shoulders. Balanced between the
two Corellians, she rode out orgasm after orgasm, her eyes never
leaving her brother's back as she fed the explosive sensations to him.

Solo watched as the tension mounted in the young sith lord's
shoulders. He knew this dangerous game was going to end painfully for
him and his counterpart. He concentrated on pleasing his lady, nipping
at her neck just as she loved him to do. He wrapped one arm around her
waist, making sure not to throw her off-balance, and held her steady
while his free hand pinched and twisted at her nipples. That always
turned her on, and he felt her getting even wetter.

Han hated performing for the sole purpose of sparking jealousy.
Nonetheless, he licked and kissed and sucked with an experience born
of long practice. Her inner thighs, outer lips and well-hidden
clitoris all fell under the skillful assault of his mouth. The hardest
part was remembering that he couldn't slide his tongue into her. He'd
already licked his counterpart a time or two, and found the
sensation almost as disconcerting as when they were required to
"perform" together for the pleasure of the twins.

Luke tried to concentrate. If he didn't finish with the troop movement
records, the Emperor would not hesitate to punish him again. Leia was
merely trying to make him jealous by using both toys at once. But the
sensations she kept sending were distracting, even though he had the
sense to shield her from his mind. He could sense the slaves as well.
Finally, knowing he wouldn't be allowed to work, he shoved the chair
back with a clatter, and hurled the wine, glass and all, at Leia.

She deflected it easily, sending it smashing into Han's back, the wine
mingling with the blood from the cuts. He never faltered in his steady
attentions.

"Very well," Luke snarled. "Since her ladyship does not see fit to let
me work, you are obviously not doing your jobs." A wave of his hand
sent icy grips of Force around both men's necks, but they continued
servicing the princess. He stalked over, and sent Han smashing into
the far wall with a flick of his mind. "What a slut you are, my dear
sister. Two Corellians, with all their vaunted staying power. don't
satisfy you." He buried vicious fingers in her intricate braids and
pulled her off of Solo, sending the second man sprawling beside the
first.

She swiped a vicious scratch across his face, her nails opening four
bloody streaks. "Of course they don't. How could they?" Luke bent her
over at the waist and half dragged her across the room by her hair and
she clawed at his leg before attempting to sink her teeth into his
groin.

"Indeed. How could they?" He hoisted her up onto the table, and
stabbed into her, cock and tongue. Even as her teeth bit, she opened
for him, warm and wet as a flamepetal in sap-season. "Especially
since this is all you've ever wanted."

The two men watched, aghast. They had known the twins were attracted,
and had no scruples about taking the both of them into bed at once,
but to actually watch the sex that looked more like a battle was
disconcerting.

"Last time I saw it that rough, it was a pair of spiners at Jabba's
place," Han muttered.

"How's that escape plan coming?" Solo whispered.

"Soon."

"Make it sooner." It was all they could say. Even distracted, the
twins were no fools.

Luke pulled her head back, arching her body painfully, until her
nipples pointed straight to the ceiling. He spared a glance at the two
men held against the wall. "Take a lesson." He bit Leia's nipples
while pounding at her, eliciting delighted moans that filled the room.
Without warning, her legs, the slim legs she had wrapped around his
waist so eagerly, uncurled. A moment late, he knelt on the floor
coughing, bruises over his kidneys and a Force choke around his
throat.

"You see, dear brother," she sneered down at him. "I can be satisfied.
And I have had enough of you. But not to worry." The choke-hold
tightened. "I know how you like it as well." Luke clawed at his
throat, eyes bulging, and she watched triumphantly as he came and
passed out at the same time. "Don't worry," she stage-whispered to the
unconscious sith lord, "I won't tell Father..."

She turned her attention to the Corellians. "He'll be all right,
darlings. Let's take it to bed, shall we?" She kissed Han, lingering,
and licking at her juices still coating his face. "I think you've
kissed me quite enough. I want both of you inside me." She released
the Force bonds that kept them pressed to the wall and tucked one hand
through each elbow that was offered her.

They walked her to the bed, and she pressed Han down onto it. She
kissed him long and sweet, her hands moving gently and delicately to
arouse him. He came erect and she smiled a real smile, with no taint
of madness.

"See, it doesn't have to hurt." She crouched atop him and engulfed
him. She pulled Solo around to stare at the identical faces. "Such
beautiful men I have."

"You're the beautiful one, Princess," Solo whispered, knowing flattery
would get him everywhere.

"Sweet words, can you back them with actions?" She arched back into
his arms, tipping her hips until Han was just a little uncomfortable.
She shimmied and moaned, before relaxing to kiss Solo and rub against
his chest.

"Where do you want it, sweetheart?" he asked, letting her feel that
he, too, was aroused. He knew that was the main difference between
him, and the Han from outside their universe: he desired Leia. He
cupped her breasts, his fingers entwining with those of his
doppelganger who'd had the same idea.

She cast a seductive half-smile over her shoulder. "You know where."
She leaned forward to kiss Han, pulling Solo down with her, letting
his cock fall between the pale globes of her perfect ass. "I want both
of you inside of me." A small bottle of lubricant nudged him in the
shoulder, and he applied it liberally to both of them. In this mood,
the princess would not welcome any pain.

Leia moaned at his fingers, and gasped when he breached the tight
ring. Han felt her constrict around him, and the solidity against the
underside of his cock. He reached up and smoothed away the goosebumps
on her arms. She shook, her eyes focused on a point beyond the
bulkhead, seeing neither man but swept with the sensation,

She rocked back, taking both of them as deeply as she could, and
screamed. She shuddered, clenching around them both, drenching Han
until her juices pooled on his belly, and began to move.

Solo helped her balance as she lunged forward before slamming herself
back down. Her eyes shut, head thrown back, she scarcely seemed to
notice his hands on her waist, or Han's on her breasts.

She was close, so close, riding the edge of need and fulfillment, of
desire and satiation. Once more, she impaled herself on the identical
cocks, screaming her ecstacy, her control washed away by pleasure. The
climax lasted a mere moment and she was moving more frenetically than
ever, trying to take the sensation to the next level. This time, she
was too far gone, swept away by orgasm, releasing her explosion into
the Force as she went nova.

Luke, stirred by her energy emissions, began to recover. His face
gained color, and he sat up, cradling his splitting head. His ever-so
desirable bitch of a sister was amusing herself, was she? He let a
wicked smile cross his face as he thought of a way to spoil her fun.

He walked to the bed, and caught her rapidly moving face. The men
caught their breath as she stopped thrusting, and merely wriggled
while Luke kissed her. He knew everything she liked, the right amount
of pressure, how she liked the tongue used, and when to nip at her
tongue as well. He knew how hard to stroke the sensitive spot on the
roof of her mouth. As he kissed her, he took his revenge.

Tampering carefully with the Force, he created a small neural loop
that would maintain the Corellians' erections, but not allow them to
climax until he removed it. Stroking the side of each man, gently, he
set it in place without their knowledge or Leia's. Lastly, as he
continued to distract her, he blocked the neural connections from her
clit and nipples, desensitizing them. She'd probably take about two
more orgasms to figure it out, but the minute she had to work for one,
she'd know something was wrong.

Luke released Leia's mouth, whispering, "My heart, I have to leave for
a couple days. I have Father's troop movement analysis ready. Enjoy
your toys."

"I will, darling. Come back as soon as you can."

Luke swept out of their rooms, his black cloak soundless in his wake.
Leia returned her attention to her men.

"Where were we? Oh yes. Darlings, I want you to come for me, when I
say and not before. You feel so nice, I think I want some more of
you."

She moved on them again, slowly at first, then harder. But as pleasant
as it was, the excitement wasn't building like it should. She managed
another orgasm, from sheer residual sensation, but after that, no
mater how hard she pumped, there was nothing, just the feeling of
fullness.

"Come for me," she said, looking urgently into Han's face, trying to
draw on his arousal.

The command should have been the last straw needed to push the men
over the edge, but instead, they found themselves far from the peak.
She writhed between them, hot, wet and curvy, but to no avail.

She slid off of both men, to lie on her back beside Han. Solo joined
them, laying on her other side. Leia watched with interest as the
erections before her did not wilt. They lay like that a long time,
but neither man detumesced.

She turned to Solo and kissed him. Deep, gentle and sweet, it should
have aroused her. His hand found her breasts and slowly circled the
nipples, and she felt nothing.

Both men were startled by tiny fists in their solar plexus as she sat
up. "That bastard!"

"Princess?" Han said, reaching up to touch her arm. Solo sat up with
her, and wrapped an arm around her.

"My brother did this. I'll bet only he can undo it. We can't finish
until he returns." She was off again, cursing her other half in the
vilest language Han had heard in a long time. Finally she calmed down
enough to smile, and draw Han up into the embrace. "When he returns,
my darlings, let's give him something to remember... Just insurance
that he won't try this trick again." She explained, and Solo's grin
was evil as he turned it on his counterpart.

By the time Luke returned, three days later, tension in the Royal
apartments had reached the breaking point. Both men were miserable,
and Leia had flounced out on the second day, after the novelty of the
perpetual hard-ons had worn off, heading for the torture chamber to
vent her anger.

Luke swept in, all black ice, his eyes radiating the chill. He kissed
his sister too roughly and smirked at the predicament of the
Corellians. "Hello darlings. Happy to see me?" He lounged in a chair
and was about to prop his boots on the table, when he found he had a
lap full of Leia.

"Terribly." She kissed him lingeringly. "Awfully." She kissed him
again and squirmed delightfully. She pouted at him, and Han winced.
His Leia had never pouted. She had always taken on the world as it
was. But then, his Leia wasn't a half-mad sadist with the hots for her
brother, either.

"I'm sorry for kicking you," she said in an annoying little girl
voice. "Have I been punished enough? Two toys, and I can't feel a
thing."

Luke pretended to consider the problem, before shoving her off his lap
to sprawl on the floor. "No. I think you get to stay numb a while
longer, dear sister." He stood up, and laid one hand on the side of
each man's face. "But you two need not endure any more discomfort."

"Wrong," snapped Solo, catching the right arm and Han grabbed the
left. Leia threw up a force-cage around her brother's mind. "The lady
had a bad three days and asked us to make sure it didn't happen
again." The wicked grin crossed his face again, crinkling the scar
that ran from chin to temple. "We can do this the easy way, or the
hard way."

"You are slaves. You will pay for this. If you don't let me go, I will
explode every cell in your body, one at a time." For all his words,
Luke was acutely aware that the men towered over him by a handspan.

"Big words," Han put in. "But the princess fixed that. Do this the
easy way, will ya, kid?"

"Alright," Luke snarled, "what is your 'easy way'?"

"You take the neuroblocks out," Han explained, "and let Leia set up a
mental subroutine so you can't harm us."

"And what do I get out of it?"

"More like what you don't get." Solo affected a leer. "If we do it the
hard way, you get a taste of what the lady had while you were gone.
But I think she plans to enhance your sensitivity."

Leia had come up to Luke and kissed him, only to bite him across the
mouth, bruising him. "Minimal lubricant. And no end to it, by your own
design. Look at them, dear brother: long, thick, hard. For all your
topping, you know you want them inside of you. And I want to watch.
Take the hard way. Please."

Luke slumped, outnumbered. Somehow the bitch had gotten the two slaves
on her side and he couldn't fight all three of them. Not physically.
"All right, the easy way."

Only Leia looked disappointed.

Han exchanged a relieved glance with his counterpart, as Luke removed
their neuroblocks. Finally, he felt the blood rushing back into his
body. He slumped into a nearby chair.

"Now yours, my sister." Luke placed his hands on her temples.

"I swear if you try anything..." Slowly she smiled. He let go and she
kissed him, sweetly. No manipulation, no cruelty, just pleasure and
gratitude.

But in her glassy-eyed stare, Han saw his own fate, and knew that he
had to escape this reality soon, or not at all.

*end*