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Puffing out a breath, Galen dragged his sleeve across the perspiration on his forehead. He swallowed, throat a little dry, and it finally occurred to him just how thirsty he was. But he couldn't allow himself to reward his body's needs like that, not in the middle of training. That was how he had been taught, session after session and year after year under Vader's tutelage. Granted, the Sith Lord that he had served had turned out to be using his Secret Apprentice as little more than a hunting dog meant to flush out Vader's prey, but it had made him a skilled and powerful Force user.

Now, Galen meant to see if he could do the same.

Focusing his mind, he felt the crackling internal warmth of the Dark Side pushing back his fatigue. Galen thumbed the control on one of the training lightsabers he had constructed and watched as the bright red blade came to life with a familiar snap-hiss sound.

He turned to face toward the center of the training ring. There wasn't a lot of room for one in the ship's cargo hold, but it would do. R'alla was an entertaining and luxurious planet, but after a few days without contact with the Emperor, Galen had gotten restless. Training was his idea. He knew that Mara Jade had power in the Force that the Emperor had never even hinted to her about. She deserved to be able to use it.

Galen looked intently at the woman who, for the moment, was his trainee and not his lover, waiting for her to ignite the red blade of her own training weapon. "You ready?"

Not waiting for the answer, Galen lunged forward to strike.

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He could see himself, as if a splinter of Galen's consciousness watched from outside, probably some new and strange side-effect of their connection. It was almost like he'd turned into someone else by tapping so deeply and so quickly into the Dark Side. Galen was feeding off of Mara, and it wasn't just the physical pleasure of fucking that he was after.

"Yes," he groaned as he got the rest of what he was craving. Images and emotions flooded through his mind, all of Mara's painful and awful past. Every bit of sorrow coursed through him and it wasn't long before hot tears burned their way down his cheeks, too. He saw all that she had been and knew that they were so very similar, children stripped of their names, turned into weapons, lost and disillusioned.

Once, maybe, Galen would have wanted to save her. Now, as her pussy rippled around his length and he began to summon the pain of his own past, he knew he wanted to plunge them both into the darkness, together. "Do you feel it?" he asked as burning-hot power began to stream into her out of him. "The power... filling you..." The full force of it struck her and he slammed his cock in to the root.

"Yes," she cried, "yes, I feel it..."

Her own despair and darkness sent to Galen, sent back to her only ten times in strength. She saw his pain, too, felt the Dark Side of her grow just as Galen had promised her it would, only she never would have expected it from him fucking her like this.

Galen wasn't his name for the longest time, she saw, his father... his childhood gone like hers until they were both filled with suffering that had never been fully tapped into. Not until now. Not until Galen yanked her hair and shoved his cock so deep in her pussy, Mara thought she would break from the pain. She came finally, screaming her anger as she held his cock inside her cunt, all while the images and feelings kept rolling back and forth between the two of them.

Her eye opened and she didn't know they were red, to match Galen's.

"Please," she begged him, hungry now for more of this power and more of him. "Give me all that you can. Hurt me..."

For it was the hurt, the pain, the darkness that fueled them both now.

Galen felt it all over again. As he shared his past with Mara, it wasn't just the memories-- images and sounds and impressions. His skin felt seared over and over again, remembering every cut and scar that Vader's training had left on him. For Starkiller, once he'd passed the age of ten, there were no more training lightsabers, and no mercy from his Master.

The Dark Side of the Force held no more mercy, either, not for Galen or Mara. Energy doubling and re-doubling, their connection fed itself on their anger and fear. Galen's cock swelled even as his heart ached and pounded. Hearing Mara's words through a static of lust, he responded by pulling himself out of her pussy and roughly rolling her onto her back.

Eyes red and almost glowing, he grasped what was left of the top of Mara's trousers and pulled them apart like paper, letting him spread her thighs wide. Galen fell on her, spearing Mara's cunt with his length in a single, vicious stroke. A thought echoed in his mind as the pressure built up inside his belly.

I am the only one who understands you.

Galen didn't know if it the thought sounded with his voice or Mara's.

Mara gasped as she saw the red of Galen's eyes after he shoved her onto her back, tearing away her new jumpsuit. She shivered, not at the cold of the floor or the rough way he was throwing her around, but at the emptiness she felt without his cock inside her.

"Please," she begged one last time before Galen opened her legs so far, it hurt.... just like she'd asked. And she cried more tears as soon as his cock was back where it belonged, inside her cunt. All the thoughts that Galen had sent to her, the images of abuse... she cried more for him out of sadness and again out of anger at Vader.

The Dark Side of the Force was strong, and the thought hit her...

I am the only one who understands you.

"Harder," she asked him aloud, and the thought kept hitting her over and over as her pussy continued to ripple. It was the truth, she realized, and she knew in that moment that they would go rogue, no matter what information they found out. They belonged together, like this, delving deeper into the Force, fucking, apart from the rest of the galaxy because they were the only ones who could understand how pain, fear, and aggression could be used in a way to make them stronger.

He heard something in Mara's voice that he'd never heard before. In the throes of some of their most passionate and darkly heated moments, there had been words of lust and fire, of demand and rage and ecstasy. But Galen heard the new sound and it trembled through his body. It was need, it its most pure and powerful form. Mara begged for his cock to fill her again not just to give her pleasure, but because she needed to be connected to him.

As soon as he was sheathed in her cunt again, Galen understood a second thing: he needed her too, in the same desperate and absolutely necessary way. His thrusts were merciless, as was the rolling, pulsing grip of her pussy around his length. Galen needed to be in her, to feel her power resonating with his, their shadowy fires feeding one another.

It wasn't long before the heat and pressure built up to the critical mass, Galen feeling like he was holding a ruptured reactor inside of his belly. His crimson eyes locked with Mara's, now just as red as his own. Galen's voice was low, growling and almost impossibly deep.

"Come with me."

He meant right then. He meant from now on.

Mara just nodded her head, understanding what Galen was saying immediately. Rogue, alone... together. She felt him growing harder and longer in her pussy and every thrust hurt her more, which only served to fuel her own darkness that she was slipping into and embracing quickly. A darkness in her that she'd only ever felt with Galen.

And suddenly, it hit her, the words that Galen had said almost like a command. Her body reacted and her pussy clamped down hard on his cock as her eyes grew a deeper red. Mara grabbed Galen's arms, trying to pull him deeper into her, as if she could somehow fuse them into one person. As it was, the images, anger, and pain that spread through them both was enough to bring tears to her eyes.

She shouted and screamed until her voice was sore, coming on his cock as if she wouldn't be able to stop.

Mara's cry pierced his eardrums, and the sudden vise-like tightness of her cunt around his length sent a lance of pain through his senses, a pain which only stoked the fires of their connection. Dark Side energy roared and rippled around them, invisible to the eye but blazing red and glowing to a Force-sensitive. As soon as Galen felt her come, he forced a stream of energy into his body that exploded back into Mara's as he came, too.

His body thrashed with hers, even as Galen's tightly muscled arms clutched at her back. The feedback of the Force between them exploded along with their climax. Galen's cock swelled and pulsed inside of her pussy, filling her with come even as his power filled her as well.

Both the Jedi and the Sith had been fools to deny themselves this, Galen thought as at last, he began to breathe again, his body fever hot but slowing. Forcing himself to take long, slow breaths, Galen fought to rein in the raging ribbons of power. He looked down at Mara, the red fading from his eyes.

"So... who won?" he asked, breathless.

She was exhausted and didn't even notice the fading red from Galen's eyes as she held his body close to hers, finally pressing a hard kiss on his lips before coming up for air. The energy Galen had fed to her was more of the Dark Side than she'd known her entire life. Part of her wanted to thank him for it, but she knew somehow that it was the same for him, too.

Mara laughed a little, shaking her head as she wrapped her legs around his, muscles sore and aching far more from his cock pounding into her than their training exercise ever would have accomplished.

"How about a tie?"

It wasn't love, Mara knew. She wasn't sure if she was capable of love anymore. But right here, with Galen in her arms and his cock still twitching in her pussy, bits of energy still flowing between them? It was something far more than she'd ever hoped to find in her life. She pulled his face back to hers again for another kiss before murmuring, "Think maybe that's enough training for today, teacher?"

He returned Mara's kisses with just as much need, just as much warmth. They were different than the desperate kisses of a few minutes before, and the way they held onto each other was not the same as then, either. Galen had no idea what to call it, or them, and he wondered if he ever would. All he knew was that they were joined and were meant to be joined, and not just physically.

Galen smiled and shook his head. "Not your life, lazy," he joked back at Mara. "I've still got a another round or two left in me."

Shifting slightly, a sharp ache shot through his knees and legs. Galen winced, then laughed at himself. "But not just now. Now, I think there's got to be something on this ship we can use as a soaking tub, if you want to join me."

"Another round or two?" She teased back, amazed at how easily it came to her right after everything they'd just experienced together.

"Yes, I'll join you. Follow me, Padawan," Mara winked as she braced herself to stand up on wobbly legs and led Galen to another section of the ship, near her quarters, and started a make-shift tub for both of them to share. She got in first, then reached a hand out to Galen to slowly pull him into the warmth of the water, sighing as she leaned her head against his back and let her muscles relax.

Impulsively, she pressed a kiss to Galen's back, then rested her head there again before her eyes shut and Mara let herself drift away happily, sated, and aching for more...

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