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“Not today,” General Hux said firmly and pushed Kylo Ren into a maintenance closet. His blood was boiling, roaring in his ears. Hux could feel the hotness of the angry flush staining his cheeks.
“What is it?” the taller man asked, voice distorted by the helmet. He looked at where the General’s leather-gloved hand was fisted in his tunic. Hux let go of the fabric as if it had burned his hand.
“I will not have you destroy any more of the Finalizer. There shouldn’t even be a specific budget in the First Order for your temper tantrums,” Hux said, taking a deep breath. He could smell Kylo, his sweat, the earthy musk, and the leather. He concentrated on the aroma, breathing it in, reminding himself that he had to push down the anger and try to control himself. Kylo was like a sensitive explosive and Hux had to handle him with more care. Instead of calming him, the scent of Kylo made his head swim.
“And what do you propose I do?” Kylo asked. The voice was even and Hux shifted his weight from his left leg to the right. Was he in danger? Had he gone too far?
“Show some self-restraint,” Hux said and straightened his back and looked straight at the mask when Kylo stepped closer to him. Usually, he didn’t cling to his pride but he had already let it affect his behavior: so instead of backing down, he would not show fear to what essentially was just an overgrown child with anger issues.
“I’m not even that angry,” Kylo said and reached for his helmet. With a click, it came off and was lifted from the man’s head. Kylo’s eyes were always so expressive, too expressive , and now they showed mild surprise and curiosity.
“Oh,” Hux blinked. The way he had flung poor Mitaka across the room had made Hux assume that there would be a scene coming on. Had he just cut the problem at the nub? Was something as absurd as General Hux pushing Kylo Ren into a maintenance closet all that was needed all this time? After all of the destruction of his precious equipment?
“Well, then you scared everybody off for no reason at all,” Hux sighed and turned to the door and tried the button to open it. It didn’t open. He tried again but the door wouldn’t budge.
“What is it?” Kylo asked. His voice was infuriatingly calm.
“It’s stuck. Use that kriffin’ Force of yours, won’t you?” Hux said, growing frustrated. He felt uncomfortable and vulnerable so close to Kylo who loomed over him. The sensitive skin of the back of his neck was prickling. Somehow Hux expected the other to touch it, leather against pale skin. Or plush lips. Hux pushed the thought down.
“I don’t think so,” Kylo let out a small snort of laughter.
“What? What do you think you are doing?” Hux asked, gritting his teeth. He was restless, Kylo’s amusement in this situation didn’t bode well with him. Hux swore that in the next meeting he’d suggest bumping up the Kylo Ren budget instead of protecting their equipment in the future.
Hux turned to look at Kylo and just watched him take a step even closer. In response, Hux took a step back and his back hit the sliding doors. Kylo leaned in and smiled wide with eyes shining like he had had an idea. The General swallowed.
“Don’t touch me,” Hux said, pure instinct.
“You are always so prim and proper, never a hair out of place,” Kylo Ren said, studying Hux’s face that was a mask of contempt.
“I take great pride in my appearance,” Hux said. Unlike you , he thought and he didn’t care if the man could sense his thoughts. There was a damp strand of hair glued to Kylo’s forehead. That haircut is nowhere near regulation , Hux thought, both fascinated and annoyed.
“What made you act out like this? Usually, you just lay low until you can strike. Are you perhaps... stressed?” Kylo asked.
General Hux didn’t look into the man’s eye. Instead, he stared at the well-organized cleaning supplies behind Kylo. Stress was a weakness he couldn’t afford.
“You should relax. What do you do when you let loose?” Kylo asked the General.
“I don’t ‘relax’,” Hux said, stiff. There was a trap somewhere here, he could feel it and he refused to play the game.
“It’d do you good, maybe getting laid every once in a while,” Kylo chuckled.
“Who do you think you’re talking to?” Hux’s voice was almost shrill. Almost. So the game was to humiliate him.
“Hit a nerve, did I?” Kylo said, taunting. His lips were parted and the pink tip of the tongue darted out to swipe across the lower lip. Hux’s eyes traced the movement and then snapped back to the dark eyes. The look on Kylo’s face was smug.
“My personal affairs are none of your business!” Hux spat out. The smell of Kylo seemed to get thicker with something heavy.
“I can smell it on you, like a bitch in heat,” Kylo hummed. Hux held his breath and felt the heat rush to his cheeks. Heat curled in his stomach.
“I’m onto something here. I think it would do good for your precious control to be stripped away,” Kylo Ren said slowly. His voice was quiet and tantalizing.
“I have control of all aspects of my life,” Hux scoffed. He tried to hide the reaction the man’s words had on him; his hands shook as he squeezed them into fists.
“Is that a challenge, General?” Kylo asked.
“If you mean to choke me with that Force of yours then just get it done and over with,” Hux said, trying to sound bored. The conversation had him out of balance, teetering, trying not to fall.
“No, I think what you need is a proper fuck,” Kylo said.
“Don’t be crude,” Hux said. He felt hot under the collar of his uniform. The thought embarrassed him, made him avert his eyes.
“You think you can stop me?” Kylo’s voice was low and almost purring and he continued; “I could take you apart here and now, General, just say please.”
“Keep fantasizing,” Hux bit out. His stomach was in knots from both anxiety and excitement.
“Oh, I will. I will think about how you look when you’ve been well-fucked, that uniform in a disarray, chest flushed and hair mussed. I wonder how you sound moaning and begging for me to fill you again and again,” Kylo looked at Hux through his half-closed eyes.
“I will not listen anymore to your nonsense,” Hux lifted his gloved fists to his ears in desperation. He felt the tinge of arousal despite his repulsion of the rude language.
Do you think you can stop me? Kylo’s voice echoed inside Hux’s head. Hux let out a string of curses. He could feel Kylo’s mind brushing against his, slick and cool, almost soothing. Hux dropped his hands to his sides and let them just hang there limply, flexing his fingers, feeling helpless. He needed the shreds of his self-discipline.
Tell me, General, what would you like? Being bent over a console and taken from behind while anyone could walk in on us?
Stop , Hux thought with his eyes squeezed closed, mortified by the images his mind helpfully supplied him with. He could see himself being pushed against the console, the edge digging into the tops of his thighs, pants around his ankles and legs forced open, panting and moaning wantonly like a common whore while Kylo pressed against him, taking off his gloves with his teeth. Hux could see the veins on the back of the large hand as it reached to grasp his neck in a loose choke-hold, the other snaking down low.
Maybe you’d like to get on your knees to suck my cock while rutting against my boot?
The next image was him sinking to his knees after a show of power from Ren, blood on the man’s face and hair a dark halo. Hux could feel his mouth watering with the thought of the weight of the man’s cock on his tongue, imagining Kylo’s hand gripping the back of his head while Hux’s hips stuttered against the dirty leather of the boot.
And the worst thing was? He really wanted those things.
I am just talking, and you are getting so worked up, how sweet , Kylo’s voice teased.
Get out of my head, you brute , Hux opened his eyes and tried to concentrate on Kylo’s face instead of the voice and the smell that hung low in the air. It was a mistake, as Kylo’s pupils were blown wide with want. Hux wanted to take a hold of his stupid ears and kiss him on the red mouth.
You like it. You want a savage to make you submit and take you like the fuck toy you are. Tell me, General, what did you fantasize about last time you jerked off?
The thought of Kylo Ren entered his head. They were standing in a corridor and arguing when suddenly Kylo grabbed his wrists with the Force and pinned them against the wall, above Hux’s head, making him feel afraid and helpless. Kylo would take his gloves off slowly and then slip his long fingers into Hux’s mouth and Hux would bite them, trying to fight the man off, holding onto his stupid pride.
After that Kylo kissed him hard and viciously in this fantasy, with their teeth clicking against each other and hurting Hux’s lip. It wouldn’t be perfect, it’d be violent and messy. He’d struggle, spit in the man’s face. Kylo’s grin would just widen and he'd slap Hux, leaving his ear ringing and cheek burning, turning red. And Hux’s body would betray him, cock filling with blood with the sensation of Ren entering his mind. Hux could feel himself hardening with the fantasy.
Ah, that’s nice. I knew it the first time I saw you. That you’d like it to hurt. And that it could be me, who hurt you.
The offering was tempting, giving in to the baser needs and letting Kylo, raw power surging through him, use him. Kylo hummed in response to the thoughts.
I’d use you as my slut until you couldn’t think or walk, cum dripping from your used hole. The great General Hux of the First Order reduced to moaning and begging mess. I’d like a holo of it too, to keep you in your place.
The thought aroused Hux more, to be at the mercy of the man so that he’d be taken anywhere and everywhere no matter how high the risk of getting caught. The fear of being exposed would make him even more eager under his straight-laced shell.
You are a depraved, Kylo’s voice echoes in Hux’s mind. There was no edge to it though. Hux was feeling the burn of humiliation, the tips of his ears turning a pretty shade of pink.
I might be but so are you. Your mouth is perverse , Hux accused.
Kylo just grinned. The better to please you with.
You haven’t pleased me yet , Hux lied. He half wanted to egg the other on and half wanted him to grow bored and leave him be.
Kylo looked him into the eyes and sent over a fantasy of his own. In this scene Hux could hear the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, with Hux on his hands and knees, naked and cock leaking while the First Order was watching, reminding Hux of his inferiority, his fragility compared to the Force-user. Kylo had all of his clothes on but no helmet, his brows knitted together with concentration and effort, sweat making his hair damp.
Hux whimpered. His cock twitched in his pants and he could feel pre-cum beading on the tip. The fabric of his undershirt felt unbearable against his skin, rubbing just enough to arouse but not enough to actually pleasure him. He lifted his hand and bit down on the gloved finger to prevent himself from debasing himself any further.
I want to hear you , Kylo said and Hux felt the Force snapping his arm against his side, frozen in place by the invisible grip.
“Ah!” Hux breathed. His cock was aching now, helplessly straining against the fabric of his trousers, searching for any kind of contact.
I bet you’d like me to press you against this wall, holding you up with the Force and fucking you open, making you beg and plead for release, not caring who hears you. Now beg for it. Kylo was breathing harshly and Hux felt the hot puffs of air against his cheek. He shuddered and let his head hit the door he was leaning against.
Please , Hux thought, weak in the knees. He could feel his cock weeping.
I think you can do better, say it out loud. Please what?
“Please use me, fuck me, ruin me,” Hux choked on the words.
“With pleasure,” Kylo said, voice gruff.
Hux’s toes curled and legs strained and he saw himself through Kylos’ eyes, hair hanging on his forehead, uniform crumpled, neck bared in submission, and face red. The picture was tinged with want and the dam broke. Hux came while seeing white and feeling Kylo. He felt him in his mind and his blood and it was so, so good. The tension in his body released and vision turned to black. After blinking a few times, his sight went back to normal. He felt deliciously used and embarrassed, slumped against the maintenance closet doors.
“I should help you relax more often,” Kylo Ren sounded pleased with himself, flushed and breathing hard. Hux looked down and saw a wet patch on the dark fabric that covered Kylo’s groin.
“You have no shame”, Hux sneered at the state of Kylo or himself, he wasn’t sure.
Kylo just huffed out a laugh. There was no bite in Hux’s bark, they both knew it.
“Uh, Sirs, there has been news of the Resistance,” Mitaka squeaked from behind the door.
“Just a moment,” Hux called out with a scratchy voice and wiped his hand across his face. Kriff, Phasma will never let me hear the end of this.