A familiar face rose above the stark black bodysuit, but the tight clutch on the hand of the similarly
clad princess beside him was new. Were Luke and Leia married in this reality? Evil seemed to
radiate from them, as they eyed the freighter and its pilot.

"My lord and lady, this is the Millennium Falcon. We've been after her and her captain for several
years. You, yourselves, put him on a Capture status."

"Thank you," Leia said.
"Lieutenant Vreson," Luke finished the sentence. Han stared, as they moved in perfect unison,
shifting their attention from the Imperial Lieutenant to him. The unnatural grace both of them had
displayed in his own reality was magnified here until their movements were so smooth they were
almost invisible to the naked eye.

They stood absolutely still for a moment, and he could feel the hair on his neck rising. Suddenly it
was as if an invisible hand swept over his body, gone as quickly as it had come. He had a very
bad feeling about this.

"A lovely prize," Leia said.
"Very nice," Luke added.

"Shall we..." Leia began
"Take him to Father?" Luke nodded and they agreed, each taking one arm after the stormtroopers
had slapped the binders on him. They walked him up to the bridge. Instinctive fear clutched at
Han, and the scars on his chest throbbed in painful reminder of Cloud City. This Luke had been
raised by Vader with never a chance at the Light. He wondered how he could find Chewie, or
whether he should just look for an opportunity to make a dash for the Falcon and skip this universe.

Vader sat quietly in the command chair, studying a datapad, the helmet still in place, but no mask.
To Han's shock, he looked like Luke, older, more care-worn, and much larger, but the resemblance
was uncanny. "What a dangerous toy you've chosen this time, children. Piracy, smuggling, rebel
affiliations, Wookiee Independence connections, unchallenged for three years as a gunslinger, over
six hundred deaths attributed to him directly."

Leia's breathing had sped up and Luke was smiling a wicked smile. Han shuddered wondering
what he had landed himself in. This universe's Han was more deadly than he'd ever wanted to be.

"Dangerous toys," Leia said.
"Are the only ones worth having," Luke said.

They perused the captive intently. Han hoped he misread the signs of arousal, but he knew he
hadn't. He'd made love to his own Luke too many times to mistake that singular twitch, and the
way he was flushing.

"Father we..." Leia began
"...want him," Luke finished smoothly.

Vader nodded. "Be careful. The last one only lasted a month."

"This one..."
"...is Corellian."

"He should be able..."
"...to keep up with us,"

The dark clad twins stepped to each side of him and grasped his arms again.
"Come," Leia said
"...with us," Luke finished.

This was going to make him stark staring crazy before the end of a month. They led him to a suite
of rooms done entirely in black. The luxury astounded him and he frankly gaped. Alderaani and
Bothan tapestries hung on the walls. The floor was covered in a handwoven nerfwool rug, from
Corellia's galaxy-renowned weaver, Betta of the Isle. Rare tlnil fruit and Kashyyk cloudberries
filled a bowl in the center of the stone table.

"Father gives us," Leia started, pressing a single berry to his mouth.
"the best of everything."

Know there was no profit in resisting, Han took the berry from her fingers and was unsurprised
when her mouth followed it. He would play along, and split for the Falcon the first chance he got.

"There are benefits to being,"
"The Emperor's only children."

"You will live..."
"...here with us."

They circled him like the razor-toothed predators of Corellia's seas, examining him from every
angle. Their hands were soft and feather light as they touched him: his hair, his face, his arms, his
body. He stood under the onslaught like a rock, willing himself not to move, not to lash out at
these animals with the faces of his friends.

"Indulging..."
"...Our every whim."

"Satisfying...
...our every desire."

"You first, my love."
"No, you, my darling"

Leia stepped up and kissed him again, running urgent hands to the collar of his shirt and pulling in
opposite directions. The rip was astonishingly loud, and he nearly bit her tongue that was busily
claiming his mouth. Luke had moved in behind him, and peeled away the vest and shirt, before he
could move.

Strong fingers sought out and pinched his nipples hard. The slimmer fingers, with sharp nails
repeated it. He sucked in his breath with a shudder.

"Sensitive," Leia said, letting her hand slide lower.
"Slut," Luke hissed, twining his fingers with his twin's to grasp the hard shaft of the man between
them.

"Usual procedure?"
"Of course."

"Wait a minute!" The two pairs of hands paused in their undressing. "Maybe I don't want to screw
either of you."

"Nonsense. We..."
"can sense your lust."

"You take me," Leia said, guiding one of his hands between her legs.
"I take you," Luke informed him, running an insistent hand down the back of his pants.

"No." He pulled his hand back and tried to squirm out of their embrace, but they held him pinned.

"Did he say no?"
"He said no."

"You don't understand."
"You don't have a choice."

"Yes I do." Han willed himself limp. He wasn't going to stand here and be raped by the images of
two people he loved, not if he had anything to say about it.

"No,"
"You don't."

Despite his efforts, his cock seemed to grow. It was harder than before. He thought of ice. Sitting
out in the snow of Hoth. Chewie with fleas. Anything. It kept growing harder.

"Let us have you, or you die."
"We will force all your blood into your prick, and cause it to explode."

"It's a"
"Very messy death." The evil looks on their faces left no doubt they had done this more than once.

"Sexing us will"
be much more enjoyable."

*Luke, I'm sorry,* Han thought. *If I die, I can't get back to you.*

The twins caught his thought, and identical puzzlement crossed both faces.
"What do..."
"You mean?"

"Luke is..."
"right here." Luke punctuated the statement with a hard thrust of his hips against Han's backside.

They linked hands, trapping him between them like the old children's game of Rachi in the
Likatree. Han clenched his teeth and braced himself as they peeled the layers of his mind away
like pulling the petals from a flamepetal.

"This isn't..."
"our Han Solo at all." The voices were disappointed as they rifled his mind. He squnited his eyes
more tightly shut. Their minds were as razor sharp as Leia's nails, and he had a ghastly vision of
his brain bleeding memories.

"Moisture farmer," The wicked giggle sent icy chills up Han's spine.
"Senator."

"Hotshot."
"Your royalness."

They taunted each other back and forth, using the pictures from Han's memories, until he pressed
his palms to his temples.

"Easy. We don't..."
want to hurt you. Yet."

They let him go, to collapse onto the enormous bed. His head pounded like a fury, and he felt more
violated than he had when they were forcibly arousing him. They sat together, staring into each
other's eyes, and he knew they were communicating with the Force. This Luke was so dark, he
wondered how his could even have thought he was falling. Finally Luke rose and gave some
orders into a wall- comm. It was the first time he'd begun a sentence in Han's hearing.

"We have given orders...
"for your counterpart to be arrested."

"Thus, we each get one
of you to play with."

"Now, sleep. You are probably hurting
"and we shall want you after you have recovered." Leia brushed soft fingers over his forehead,
giving him welcome oblivion, but not before he saw Luke wrapping her in his arms and kissing his
way down her throat. What a mess he'd landed in.

The next few days only confirmed the thought. They treated him like an advanced sort of droid,
caring nothing for his feelings, except when those could be used against him. They taunted him
with promises of returning to his ship, and brutalized him with the Force as it suited their whim.
He ached all over, his body and mind repeatedly violated by the twins. Worse, was that he knew
they were capable of tenderness, and even love, but their upbringing had channeled it solely
toward each other.

They left him locked naked in the opulent cabin when they were carrying out their various duties.
He read the background files on them while they were gone, spending the hours searching for a
weakness to exploit so he could make his escape. Luke and Leia had been together since birth.
They had had the best education Vader's influence could get for them. When Vader had taken the
throne ten years before, he had indulged the twins in their cruelty. The pair had destroyed lives
and star systems without regard since they were fifteen. Now, Luke was head of the Fighter
Division of the imperial fleet, and Leia was a tactical genius. Their only weakness seemed to be
an inability to function without the other. Yet, despite all they had done, he could not bring himself
to harm either one.

Luke flew a prototype TIE with scary reckless abandon, treating the fragile ship like a much
sturdier Headhunter. Leia was Vader's main strategist, and instrument of torture. More than once,
she had returned to the suite in a lab coat stained with blood.

Today, she looked as if she was wearing red gloves as well. The horror of watching her lift one
delicate finger to her mouth and lick it clean was surpassed only the nausea that churned through
him when she asked "You want some?"

"You can peel their minds open with the Force and know what you need. Why do you torture
them?"

Leia giggled. His Leia had never giggled, and the sound still gave him chills. "It's fun." She
pressed him to the bed, straddling his hips. "The look on their faces when the knife breaks the
skin, here," she traced a finger, painting him with the blood, "or here. Or here. The beautiful
blood welling from the cuts. The purity of the agony through the Force." She didn't realize she
was grinding against him, here eyes large and mad, her voice husky with arousal. "I like the way
their organs feel in my hands. The way they struggle for breath. The way they beg to tell me
everything."

She kissed him long and deep. The taste of blood in her mouth sickened him, and her constant
motion was arousing him at the same time. He was horrified at himself. In the week he'd been
with them, he'd only been aroused by them channeling the blood, never by their erotic efforts.

Leia glanced at the bedposts and the chains seized his wrists with their metallic bite. Mad, she
might be, but never a fool. She tugged her skirt out of the way and enveloped him. The blood on
her fingers left primitive red tracery on his chest. She buried her hands in his hair, pulling it until
his head arched up and she could worry his throat with her teeth.

"I can taste your fear, darling," she whispered, the words sending little shivers through him.
"Would you like it if I tore your throat out? It would be the escape you keep dreaming of." She bit
down on his neck, just over his jugular, and then let up. "Luke would be furious. He wants to keep
you. So we shall, and when you die, it will be to entertain both of us." She kissed his mouth
again, this time biting his lips and tongue.

She never stopped moving and, despite her words and roughness, Han was on the verge of an
explosion when Luke burst in, his eyes alight, but his face flushed and his lips an ugly purple. A
broken blood vessel on his cheek completed the damage. Leia abandoned Han and hastened to
fuss over him.

"Darling, what did you do this time to anger Father?' Han knew the words were for his benefit.
He'd come to sense when they were communicating with mental imagery.

"Took out my stabilizer and shield generator when my landing gear wouldn't come down. Father
gave me the usual lecture about endangering Imperial property. And the usual punishment."

The glow in Leia's eyes was frightening. "Does he know it's hardly punishment?" She dipped
three blood-stained fingers into the waistband of his pants, and came up with white that turned the
mess on her hands a streaky pink. Han didn't want to watch as she cleaned one finger, and offered
a second to her brother, but Luke's eyes, riveted on him, held him in place, forcing him to watch the
young sith lord lick the blood and semen off his sister's hand.

"I think he does. He took a look and told me to clean up." He studied Han a bit more closely. "I
wonder what our sweet would think of it."

"Yes, I ..."
"think we should."

The unanimity was a sure sign he was in trouble. They linked hands and turned to face him. Just
as he felt something tighten on his throat the comm pinged.

"Millennium Falcon captured as per your orders, my lord. One human and one Wookiee aboard
her."

"Excellent, send the pilot to us. Cage the animal, he may be a bargaining chip later."

"This should be..."
"...most amusing."

Han watched with interest as this universe's Solo was shoved through the door by a pair of guards.
This version was rougher, and the language he used at the guards involved invective Han seldom
used. Solo caught himself before he could fall, and glared at the twins who awaited his arrival.

"I shoulda known," he spat. "The Lord and Lady Vader, and here I thought you were stories to
scare children with." The years had marked him more, seaming his face, putting the first trace of
grey into his hair and marking his cheek with a long scar that barely missed his eye.

"Captain Solo..."
"Welcome aboard."

"We have someone
For you to meet."

"Your new partner
And counterpart." They gestured to the bed, where Han was still chained.

"Wait a fraggin' minute here. Where'd you get him?" Solo walked to the bed, and turned Han's
face from side to side. "A clone? Or did you just have surgery done on some unlucky sex slave?"

"I'm you from another universe." The words sounded foolish to his own ears.

"Yeah, tell me another one. Sorry, kiddies, I ain't biting." He glared at Han. "And I'm not playing
either. If you were me, you'd be trying to escape."

"Oh, he
has tried."

"We just aren't
amused to allow him to do so." They stared hard at Solo.

"What the hell?" He glanced to his suddenly too tight pants.

"It's their favorite trick. Do what they say, or they'll pump all your blood in until you explode.
Watched 'em do it to one poor slave," Han informed him.

"We will watch
the two of you."

"You're both very handsome.
This should be entertaining."

"Maybe we don't want to entertain you. Maybe I don't like men." Solo groaned as they forced
more blood into his groin. "No. I ain't your whore, and I won't screw him." The pressure turned
to agony as the over-engorged organ split the seams of his pants. He fell to his knees biting back a
scream.

Han's Wookiee was extremely limited and badly accented, but he growled at his counterpart, "Do
it now and we'll escape together."

Forcing down the pain, Solo stood up and moved to the bed where his counterpart lay. The
pressure eased and his erection shrank from the swollen monstrosity to its normal size. He knelt
between Han's legs and then paused.

"I don't want to hurt you." Something nudged his shoulder. He looked, and saw a small bottle of
lubricant bumping him. Luke and Leia smiled at him.

"Life will be much easier
When you comply with our demands."

"We don't want you to
hurt him yet, either."

He yanked the bottle of lubricant out of the thin air it was hovering in, and smeared himself
liberally before sliding a pair of still wet fingers into the man before him. Han wasn't as tight as
he'd expected, not clenched with fear, and decidedly well used recently.

Catching Han's thighs in the crooks of his elbows, Solo pressed forward, entering him smoothly in
one easy thrust. He felt the other harden beneath him as he moved, setting a nice steady pace
designed to bring him off quickly.

Something caught his eye. He slowed his thrusting and traced a small scar on the inside of Han's
left thigh. "Soola Sn'geira?" He bore a matching scar on his own body. The whole other universe
thing still sounded crazy, but now, he was willing to give the man beneath him the benefit of the
doubt.

"Bit me my first time out. Said I cheated her on the credits too."

"Touching
Reunion"

"Pillow talk later
Screw now."

Solo snarled a Corellian obscenity that sounded remarkably like "pair of male nerfs who hump the
fence instead of the females" to Han. He picked up the pace and slung one leg over his shoulder so
he could reach the other's straining cock.

"Thanks," Han gasped, tugging against the chains that held him. He already knew he couldn't break
them or pull them loose. "You're good."

"Not bad yourself."

"Shut up"
"And finish it."

"Pull out,
We want proof."

"Face or belly?
"Belly, I think."

Solo grumbled under his breath, this time blending Old Corellian with Low Wookiee and Huttese.
He pumped a few more times, then pulled out, to align his cock with his counterpart's. Wrapping
his hand around both, he brought them both to unsatisfying orgasm. A damp cloth nudged him. He
caught it out of the air, and wiped his hands and Han's stomach.

"Beautiful," Leia was folded into her brother's arms as they watched.
Simply Beautiful." Luke looked up from where he was nuzzling her neck.

Solo looked away as one of Luke's hands moved over Leia's breast, and squeezed until she gasped.
He stood up, pulled his ruined pants up and glared at them. "All right. I did what you wanted.
Now, let me go."

"Why would we do
a foolish thing like that?"

"You're ours,
And we will enjoy you."

The comm beeped, and Leia took it. She transmitted to Luke.

"We must leave," he announced. "You will no longer need those." Every seam in Solo's clothing
burst, even those in his boots. The rags flew to the disposal unit. "And, I do not forget you." The
manacles on Han's wrists opened. "When we return we shall have you both." They swept out,
their cloaks like dark wings in their wake.

The two men stared at everything in the room except each other. There didn't seem to be anything
to be said. Solo wandered to the table, and helped himself to the fruit from the bowl. Han made
use of the fresher.

When he emerged, he programmed the food synth for a nice simple soup, and brought two bowls to
the table. "Eat," he told his counterpart. "Keep your strength up."

"So, uh, you OK? I didn't hurt you, did I?" The concern on Solo's face was genuine.

"I'm fine. But they've got worse planned for later. Eat and talk about Chewie. What's he like
here?"

"You're really from another universe, huh? I don't know if I believe that. Chewie is with the
Wookiee Independence movement. They're trying to throw the imps off Kashyyk, and pretty close
to succeeding. He's wanted dead by most of the Empire."

"And you've got a rap sheet as long as my leg, here. Back home it's mostly petty stuff, except for
being an Alliance General. But since the Empire's gone, I'm not on the most wanted list."

Solo gave a cynical snort. "Gone?"

"Yeah. Luke did in the Emperor and Vader, but they hurt him enough that he died pretty soon after
that. I'm looking for a universe where Luke lost me."

"You two were..."

"Yeah, lovers. I was going to ask him to bond with me after the battle. But he didn't come back."

"Your Luke sounds a lot different from this one. I'll stick with Chewie, thanks."

"Opposite, more like. Good and beautiful and sexy as hell. This one is just scary."

"How you hoppin' the worlds?"

Han told him about modifying the Falcon. They were careful not to say anything too sensitive in
their long talk. Solo still wasn't completely sold on the idea, and Han didn't feel up to saying a
whole lot about his past. Plans were proposed and discarded, until one came up they both liked.

The next few days were difficult in the twins' suite. The plan hinged on letting their owners think
they'd given up. Complete, utter obedience until an opportune moment to ask a favor. The idea
rankled them both, but they knew it was their best chance of seeing Chewie. What they hadn't
counted on was the appalling depth Luke and Leia could sink to.

The day came when Leia was off the ship, mediating a dispute, which they knew meant finding
innovative ways to kill the delegations until one side caved in. Luke made the type of request they
had known was coming, and the scowl of revulsion was identical across both faces.

"Fine. We'll do it. On one condition," Solo sneered.

"Conditions?" Luke laughed. "You are in no position to put conditions on me. I could stop your
heart with a thought. I could manipulate you through this, robbing you of your volition with my
will."

"But you won't," Han said. "You want us to do this willingly."

"You're right. What's your condition?"

"We want to see Chewie."

Luke stared hard at each man in turn. Sensing only concern from Solo and curiosity from Han, he
nodded grudgingly. "All right. Come here." He produced locking bracelets and snapped them on
the left wrists. "These are alarm bracelets. If you deviate from the set course from here to the
detention area, the alarm will sound. If you tamper with the locks, you will be shocked into
unconsciousness. If you leave the ship, they explode." The ice blue eyes stared up at four hazel
ones. "And Leia and I will be very displeased if any of these functions are activated."

"Thank you."

"Yeah, thanks."

"I believe we have a deal. Obey me." He tossed a neural whip on the table. As the two men
reached for it, the comm sounded. "We shall finish this when I return. You may go to see your pet,
but if I have to summon you, you will regret it. The robovalet will dispense clothing." He was
gone, the flourish of his cloak eerily like Vader's.

Solo sat down to examine the restraint bracelet more closely. Han quickly programmed the
robovalet for clothing, only to find Luke had left explicit orders in the machine.

"Hope you're having more luck than I am," he grumbled, dumping a small pile of cloth on the table.

"What the hell?" Han was putting the clothes, such as they were. Solo stared. "You couldn't get
something else?"

"Sorry, the machine is locked down. Hope you don't mind looking like a ten-credit whore,
because here's what we have." He held out his arms, showing off a little.

"Yep. 'Cept for the fact you're too old, I could hire you out as a rent-boy in any port from here to
Mos Eisley." He stepped into his own. "And don't we make a pair?" They glanced in the mirror.
Eerie, seeing the identical faces, above the skintight bodysuits, one in black, one in white. A faint
brocading pattern outlined their groins.

"Time's wasting," Han said. "Find anything about those cuffs?"

"If we take 'em off, they'll deliver a lethal electric shock."

"Useful."

"They're powered and triggered by the ship itself, so theoretically, if we're well away, they should
be dead."

"And in theory the Empire is a good idea. So will we!" Han shot back as they followed the route
Luke had marked for them. Appreciative glances from various officers and double takes from
stormtroopers got old before they were halfway to detention.

Solo explained the mechanism he'd seen. It would be a matter of getting to the Falcons and getting
out of the hangar into hyper before the tractor beams kicked in. "Can you still make a jump in 14.2
seconds, pal?"

"14.2? Your crate must be slower than mine."

"Maybe. But once we go, nobody stops and nobody goes back."

They covered the nervousness with spacers' banter as they finished the walk. The plan was
simple, but one misstep, and they'd be dead, or worse, still in the hands of the twins.

The detention guard was reluctant to let them in, but checked his orders and obeyed them. The
troopers cycled the men through a force-field then opened the door for them. They stepped
carefully into the cell.

Chewbacca sprang from the back corner, flinging himself at Han, before taking a good sniff then
dumping him to embrace Solo enthusiastically. Slobbery wookiee kisses all over the smuggler's
face seemed to amuse him.

"Yeah, missed you too, Chewie." Solo ruffled Chewbacca's fur then smoothed it down. Han
gaped at the gesture.

"You're--" he couldn't manage the rest. He was no stranger to interspecies sex, but this was
Chewbacca!

"Yeah. Chewie, let me introduce you to my alternate self."

The wookiee sniffed suspiciously at him and complained to Solo.

"I know. I know. I'd rather be down here with you. They got me cooped up with him, and we're
screwing like crazed sliverts for the amusement of their Highnesses."

"The important thing is tonight, though."

They explained to Chewbacca in a hodgepodge of Wookiee Trade Talk, Huttese and Low-Port
Corellian. The cells were monitored, and anything to confuse the guards helped. Plans made, they
waited until the visit was finished.

Han watched uneasily as the partners tried to be discreet for his sake, but could not refrain from
small body touches that were considered patently sexual by the wookiees. Finally, he said "Look,
Solo, if you want him, go ahead. I won't watch."

"We can wait." Solo moved closer to the door, out of Chewbacca's reach.

The door opened, and Han stepped out. Solo came out, naked, and ducked back into the cell for
his clothing, while Han waited between the double forcefield.

"Hey, guy. Let me out! Lord Skywalker only gave me a little while before I have to be back."

"Can't do it. Not without the other."

"Space him. I ain't gonna take it on the chin because he can't keep his pants on. And I'll let Lord
Skywalker know who kept me outta his bed. The Lady Leia is expected back today, too. You
better hope she's not in the mood for me right now..."

The guard, suitably nervous, went ahead and cycled the force-field for Han. Faster than the
trooper could think, a shaggy fury and a naked smuggler hit him full tilt while the second man
wrested his weapon.

"Gimme your pants, fellah, and I might just stun you," Solo said. The guard complied quickly, and
was rewarded with a stun-blast heavy enough to down a bantha. "He won't wake up for a couple
days."

They ran, sprinting for the hangar, staying on the route Luke had prescribed as far as they could.
After they left it, the alarm sounded within ten seconds. They ran faster. The hangar was ahead,
and the troops were alerted. Solo set the rifle to full kill, and mowed down as many as he could.
The troops were hampered by armor and the necessity for stun.

Han pelted aboard his ship, hoping desperately he could make it to hyper before the bracelet killed
him. Solo and Chewie were on theirs and both birds lifted at the same time. As agreed, they both
laid in for Rudrig. Han had warned the partners he might not make the rendezvous, and they had
wished him luck in finding the universe he wanted.

He cleared the ship, and pulled the levers. The stars streaked away, but instead of hyperspace
grey, there was only blackness.