Title: One Lie and the Truth
Author: Angel
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Han/Luke
Summary: Luke lies. Han has to make up for the lie.
Disclaimer: These belong to Lucas. Do I look at all like the Great Flanneled One?
Warnings: BDSM, dubious consent, public sex, rimming

Leave it to Luke to get himself into trouble on a routine diplomatic mission, Han thought, pacing the jail
cell. He looked up and out the tiny window into the square where an odd-looking gallows was being
constructed.

Luke was meditating, conserving his power while Han paced. Either that or he was sleeping, the
ex-smuggler, ex-general and soon to be ex-Corellian thought sourly.

Stupid incompetent briefing officer, he swore silently for the umpteenth time, giving them the customs
of Akimeb 3 instead of Akimeb 4. Luke had, by Akimeb 3 custom, refused the lovely bedwarmer
he’d been offered as an honored diplomat.

Unfortunately, on Akimeb 4, that was a deep offense to the host and to the whole world. Instead of
espect for her chastity, Luke had insulted her by refusing to give her and her house a Jedi baby.

“Shoulda just gone for it, kid,” he grumbled, sinking down beside him.

“She was tiny, terrified and all of twelve,” Luke said without opening his eyes. “It would have been cruel.”

Han knew he shouldn’t argue. His own ethics, mostly wookiee-instilled, were clear that one did not hurt
little ones. “At least you would have been gentle and good to her. Who knows what kind of trash will
get her eventually?”

“Even six months or a year will make a great difference in her maturity, both emotional and physical.”
 Luke opened his eyes. “We aren’t going to die, Han. When the Council questioned me, I explained I
could not take her because I was already mated, and was abstaining during the mission for Jedi religious
reasons. They were unhappy, but accepted it. But-“

“But what, kid? What have you gotten us into?”

“I named you as my mate.” Luke’s voice was very small, very quiet.

“You WHAT?” Han nearly roared. “Of all the lame-brain, half-crazy schemes, that has to take the prize
for the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard! Nobody’s gonna believe I’m anywhere near good enough for the
last Jedi. And there’s no political benefit or genetic profit or—“

Luke silenced him with a kiss. Long and slow and sweet he kissed the protesting mouth, until Han gave in
and went with it. Little noises, urgent and needy, were coming from Han when Luke let him up for air.

“You’re good enough for me. I married for love.” Luke’s face was full of mischief.

“Kid, why didn’t you ever say anything? How long have you known?”


Luke smiled. “Known I wanted you, or known you wanted me?”

Han gulped. He was in a lot deeper than he expected. “Both?”

“Since the minute you gave me the second once-over in the cantina.” Luke’s smile was infectious.

“You waited five years to tell me you wanted me? I figured I didn’t have a chance.”

“Never asked, did you?” Luke pulled him down for another kiss, this one eagerly returned.

It dawned on Han he was sitting in a jail cell, with a gallows being built outside, making out with
his best friend. He pulled away again.

“You told the Council I was your mate?”

“And that I am abstaining from all sexual contact for the duration of the meetings. They said I could
 break that and we’d both walk free after a small ritual, or I could divorce you, tumble the girl and
all would be forgiven. Either way the mission is a success.”

Han parsed that. “Are you saying we have to have sex?”

“If you’re willing to endure public humiliation to help buy time for a girl grow up, that’s what I’m
saying.”

Han nodded. “How public?”

Luke nodded out the window. “On the scaffolding.”

“Uh, how?”

Luke smiled. “Just lie back in the sling, relax and enjoy yourself, old pirate. I have to do all the
work, as I am ––and I quote--the higher status partner.”

“Whoa, hold on. You’re topping?” Han backed away, his face unhappy.

“Is this a problem? I mean, I know you aren’t picky, Han. You went through most of the pilots,
male and female, on the base.” Luke looked at the floor. “And it kept never being my turn.” The
hurt was almost tangible.

“Couldn’t do that to you,” Han mumbled. “You’re my best human friend and I only screw people
who don’t matter. Keeps there from being entanglements.”

Luke caught him by the hair and pulled him down for another kiss. “Stupid, handsome man. Be my
mate, just for tomorrow.”

“Look. When I said yes, I thought I’d be the one doing it to you.”

“We doing it.” Luke said with finality. “By their rules.” Han shook his head, but knew he would
anyway. He didn’t kiss Luke again, but settled down to doze against the wall.

Dawn came early and the guards hurried them to the scaffold. Luke walked calmly, his face the usual
serene mask. Han was jumpier, jerking his arms out of the guards’ hands and glaring at the crowd.

The Head Councilman made a speech, explaining Luke’s insult, the cause of it, and the punishment.
“As a demonstration of good faith, he will make love to his mate for all to see. Jedi Skywalker, if
you and your mate would please strip and mount the scaffolding?”

Luke nodded assent and swirled his cloak off, folding it as he laid it down. He was shirtless before
 he looked at Han, who had taken off only his vest. “Come on.”

Han stripped, slowly, well aware of all the eyes on him, and more aware of the holocams which would
broadcast this to the entire galaxy. He didn’t bottom. He just...didn’t. It was not anything he’d ever
wanted to do. He climbed the stairs and when the guard seized him, he shook himself free.

“Han, go with it.” Luke’s voice was gentle, persuasive. Han had heard that tone before.

“None of your Force tricks on me, kid. I’m going.” Scowling, he let them strap him into a sling that hung
from the scaffolding. His panic eased some at the support, but the straps buckled around his wrists, shoulder
and holding his legs wide apart only disturbed him. Luke wouldn’t hurt him. Couldn’t be much worse than
some of the stuff at the Academy.

Luke calmed himself and climbed to the main platform. Han had not yet said yes after telling him no
last night. He wasn’t sure how to go about this. He moved up and kissed Han, taking his time, making
it good. Han returned it, so that was something.

“Are you willing?” he asked softly.

“Not particularly, but we gotta do what we gotta do. Just...” Han hesitated, “Be careful, okay?”

Luke kissed him again. “I will. I love you, you know.”

He hadn’t known, but the declaration made him feel little better. Luke was touching him, gently
stroking his arms and legs and torso. He lost himself in the next kiss. The big hands were gentle a
nd were arousing him. He lay back in the sling and closed his eyes.

They flew open at the first touch of Luke’s mouth on the head of his cock. He looked down only to
 see Luke looking back up at him. The kid took a long swipe with his tongue and then gave him a smile
before setting to in earnest. There was nothing to do but enjoy it.

Hen tried calming himself again, and succeeded for a while. The strokes became longer and wetter and
moved further down him with each pass. When Luke moved even lower, he opened his eyes again. Nothing
in the rules said the kid had to perform the Black Kiss of Karamanthi on him, and certainly not in front
of half the galaxy.

“Luke?” Han asked as a cheer went up from the crowd.

“Shut up, husband mine. I’m doing this my way.” The words were accompanied by a light swat and
a very wet finger easing its way in.

“I’ll get you for this, kid,” Han growled, but there was no venom behind the words. He gasped as Luke
added a second finger and hooked them forward. He rubbed like that for a few moments, making Han
see sparks, then withdrew.

“You were saying?” he asked as he pressed in, slowly. He was slick, but felt enormous. Han breathed
against it and tried to relax. Luke slipped in, just the head. The crowd applauded.

“I was saying you’re hung like a bantha. Didn’t your folks ever give you toys to play with?” He was
covering the fear as best he could. He felt Luke rock just a little deeper.

“You always say that.” He silenced Han with a kiss and kept stroking as he moved. “Is it getting any better
for you? I hate that you’re so scared,” he whispered. He sent a wave of calm flowing from his hands over
Han’s skin.

Han absorbed some of it. “Not scared,” he whispered back. “You won’t hurt me.”

For the benefit of the audience, Luke announced, “I love it when you talk dirty, pirate,” and kissed him
hard, to another thunderous roar of approval.

Luke moved slowly, steadily, in a way that he knew they would both enjoy. It felt surprisingly good, not
at all like the time a pair of upperclassmen had had at him in the showers. But this was Luke, who loved
him; the Luke he trusted with his life, his guns and his ship. He relaxed a little more, starting to enjoy himself.

“Close, Han,” Luke gasped. “So close. So good.”

“Don’t stop,” Han managed back. He was close himself. If Luke would just keep going, he’d be fine.

Luke picked up speed, thrust hard , and again and a third time with a shout, before standing still and
shuddering. The final thrusts, and the look of pure ecstacy on Luke’s face, were enough to send Han
over, and he shot across his own belly. He shuddered himself as Luke bent to lick him clean.

They ignored the cheering crowd, Luke holding Han, Han clutching at the straps of the sling. The guards
closed slowly, but Luke waved them off. He gave a gentle wave and the straps holding Han’s legs unbuckled
themselves. He straightened up and kept hold of Han as he got his feet back on the ground. Still supporting him,
Luke unbuckled the arm and shoulder straps with the Force as well and helped him upright.

A guard held robes for each of them, then offered their neatly folded clothing back. The Head Councilman came
forward with copies of the treaty and gave them to Luke before making a very long, very dull speech.

Finally, they were allowed back to the posh hotel room to get their baggage. They packed in silence. Once they’d
 lifted, Luke finally ventured a soft “I’m sorry.”

Han looked over. “For what? Wasn’t you that fouled up the briefing.”

“Still, I could have done my own research.” Luke looked down at the controls. “You shouldn’t have had to
do that.”

“What, and never find out how good you are? Sweet stars, kid, where’d you learn the Black Kiss like that?”
 Luke smiled sweetly, without giving him an answer.

They made the jump to hyperspace, and Han picked up the StellNet news. The holo of them was on all the
bands, and it was going to be a long couple weeks.

“Luke, what say we drop the treaty and go hide out somewhere for a while?” Han glanced over at him
sideways. “Besides, I want a shot at returning the favor.”

Luke’s smile was all the encouragement he needed to lay the secondary course for Rojus, the vacation planet.