Title: A Flaw in the Code
Fandom: Star Wars - The Force Awakens
Rating: PG-13
Length: 440
Content notes: (thoughts of) incest, (thoughts of technical) underage, Spoilers for the new movie!
Author notes: Uses the Introduction prompt. Set quite a bit pre-movie. Partially endeni's fault, because she was lovely and encouraged me! Pre-Kylo Ren/Luke Skywalker, mentioned others.
Summary: Luke is a little less good than he thought he was.



He spent so long sticking to the code that he thought he’d be able to manage it forever. He’d never fall to the dark side, he’d never give in to the Skywalker curse – the thing in the blood that created either madmen or prodigies. He’d be wiser, stronger, better than those who’d stumbled and fallen before him. And the universe, the dark and merciless and strangely chaotic universe, would just have to be so much better alongside him.

Or so he thought, until he met Ben.

Or met Ben again, more accurately, because that’s the thing. He’s Ben’s uncle, his uncle, so of course they’ve met before. He remembers a terrifyingly small baby, clutched in Leia’s arms like she was afraid that he’d fly away. And then a bony child, scrawny for his age and staring at him with strangely burning eyes. And there should’ve been more memories after that, more ages and interactions and appropriate bonds built up between an uncle and his nephew…

But there weren’t. Because he was busy, rebuilding the universe. Because he was busy, chasing the past and trying to make it real again. And so there was a gap, a long and empty stretch of time, and then Ben stepped off a spaceship and back into his life – sixteen years old, with stubborn eyes and dark hair and the kind of expression that could burn a person up.

Looking at him for the first time, for the first time in a while to be accurate again, was like a fist in the gut.

He had thought himself so above, so beyond reproach, but the moment he saw the boy a curl of heat spread through his stomach like an accusation. He thought he’d mastered want, but suddenly he knew that he’d never even experienced it. He wanted to take. Wanted to step forward and explore the possibilities of that pale, soft, ever so tempting skin. Wanted to taste those lips, discover those desires, sate himself in a way that he never had before. Wanted to give in, and-

He doesn’t know what to do, with this grown Ben.

And so he doesn’t know what to do, with all his arrogant thoughts and hopes and determination that he’d break the curse in their blood. Because with Ben looking at him, eyes stubborn and dark and somehow knowing, he can feel the dark side singing to him for the first time in years. And with Ben looking at him, like if he was asked he’d happily open up his legs and let anybody crawl inside, he wants to give in for the first time in his life.