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For a long moment, the two adversaries stared at each other. Kylo's eyes lingered on the handsome face, a charge zapping through body, that he had not felt in a long time. It occurred to him, that the man on his knees before him, was in the perfect position for more than just showing submission to him.
No. He knew that he should not consider such trivialities. The longing of the flesh was merely a distraction, from his greater destiny.
“Are you talking first? Or am I? Who's supposed to talk first?" The man started quipping.
So, humour it was, then. An ill-advised attempt at bravery. Knowing what was to come, Kylo could almost feel pity for the poor, wretched soul.
Kylo again took in the tousled dark hair and strong jawline. Yes, such a pretty man. It felt a shame that Kylo would have to break him.
*
Prolonged torture had not destroyed Poe Dameron. Kylo had expected no less, from the brave pilot. As Kylo stepped up to the one tied to the upright torture rack, he displayed a cockiness that Kylo was starting to realise was a major part of his character. He would not give up where the map was; would never betray the resistance.
At least not willingly.
Initially, as Kylo forced himself into Poe's mind, he literally placed a barrier up to block him, a giant wall, made of titanium. Kylo felt almost bemused by the simple attempt to thwart him. As Kylo easily dismantled the barrier, Poe started to scream, sweat dripping down his face, as he attempted, clumsily, to rebuild, adding block after block on soon to be utterly demolished wall. Quickly discarding his first tactic, Poe then shot images at Kylo, writhing bodies, engaged in all manner of sexuality. Men with women, women with women, men with men. Kylo saw Poe, himself, engaged, amongst a sea of bodies.
Interesting distraction, he pushed the thought into Poe's mind. But it will not work, with me.
He casually pushed the images aside. Poe now threw other, more random images at him; an ocean, a series of planets, a young, curly-haired child, smiling at a multicoloured insect crawling up his arm. Kylo lingered on this one, momentarily, with interest, before casting it aside.
A shoe, a pilot's uniform, a series of different space craft, sitting in a row together, an exhilarated looking Poe, seated in a cockpit, a field of flowers. The images kept coming. Kylo easily pushed them aside. They started to slow down.
An exploded space craft.
Poe was clearly tiring. His face was now dripping with sweat, tears coursing down his cheeks.
A teen-aged Poe, running up to the burning metal, screaming a name over and over.
Kylo was almost there, he could feel it.
A voice, familiar somehow. “He was a brave man, your father.”
A woman, arms clasped around Poe, dark hair, warm eyes.
No.
Kylo suddenly felt himself start to lose grip of Poe's mind. Seeming to sense this, Poe clamped down onto the image.
The woman's eyes held an almost serene sadness.
“I know how it feels, to have loss,” she said.
Kylo tried to grip tighter, to the mind, only it was coming back again.
The light, beckoning.
He screamed with rage, as Poe's mind suddenly completely closed for him.
No, no no.
He stumbled away from the now gasping captive, turning his back on him.
No. Must. Have. Control.
When he last saw her, she had the same sadness in her eyes, that she held when looking at Poe, in the memory. But there had been humour there once. Yes, and also love.
The light, again.
A flash suddenly came to him. Her, holding him up in the air, laughing.
“Ben, my beautiful little boy!”
He suddenly felt as though he was suffocating, the mask was constricting around his face, pressure cutting into his skin. It would keep pulling, tighter and tighter, until it sawed through his flesh, through his bones. Kylo hastily tore the mask off, throwing it to the ground.
I need to... need to... Need control.
Poe's mind was now naturally opening a little for him. He only felt snatches of emotion, of thought; curiosity, bewilderment.
He turned around, to face Poe. The brown eyes widened, a little, then Poe's thoughts pierced his brain.
He's younger than I expected, a lot younger.
Damn, and he's quite striking looking.
The emotion then hit; the same charge that Kylo had felt, upon seeing the pilot, for the first time.
Don't go there, Poe. What is wrong with you? This guy is the enemy.
Only the emotion was coming in stronger, almost in waves off the pilot.
Kylo stepped closer to Poe, feeling his own body start to tremble, an odd anticipation overcoming his frazzled nerves. His mind momentarily went to what he had been taught; the longing of the flesh was merely a distraction. Do not be fooled.
Perhaps Hux should take heed of that advice, he thought, thinking of the distraction his own body gave to the general. It seemed an easy choice to make; his body, for power. Often times, as Hux grunted on top of him, he would think about how pathetic this man was, sating his lusts in exchange for the control that he would so often subvert to Kylo.
Yes, Kylo was rather content with the arrangement between himself and Hux. As far as he saw it, he put up with a few minutes of the general slobbering over him, every night, in return for far greater rewards. It was almost amusing, the thought that the general actually thought that he held the power, in their relationship. Kylo knew, that if he truly wanted, he could use the force to destroy Hux's body, or mind, depending on how generous he felt. But, no, Hux had his uses... for the time being.
He held no attraction towards Hux, forcing him out of his bed as soon as the intimacy was over. Initially, Hux seemed resentful of this. But he soon demurred to Kylo's will.
Poe, however was different. Watching the dilated pupils, the shuddered breath, he was forced to concede what he had realised, the instant that the young pilot was forced, on his knees before him on Jakku. Kylo would not overcome his yearning for the thrill of his flesh.
He moved even closer, standing so close to the pilot that he could feel his body heat. The dark eyes stared into his, the emotion coming off Poe now so strong that he barely even needed to use the force, to feel it. He felt it, every night, with Hux, but this time was different. This time, it was very much reciprocated.
Kylo reached up and gently moved his hand towards Poe's face. He did not flinch, as Kylo rested his fingers on his cheek.
“Such beautiful eyes,” he said.
“You're pretty delectable, yourself,” Poe said. A stray thought, from Poe entered Kylo's mind.
Why did you say that? This is crazy. Just crazy.
Both continued to stare at each other a long moment. Poe's thoughts were blocked from him, until another suddenly entered his mind.
It's absolute nuts, but I want him. Now.
Feeling the frisson zap down to the one area of his body, that barely felt such sensation, even with Hux, Kylo moved forward and brought his lips together, with Poe's. Instantly, Poe moaned, slipping his tongue into Kylo's mouth. As they duelled tongues, it felt electric, a little wrong but oh so right. Hux was all slobber and teeth, but Poe seemed to know how to use his tongue, to create a friction that Kylo felt right down to his feet.
They released, both panting.
“Get on your knees,” Poe said. It came across like more of a suggestion. Even so, Kylo automatically obeyed, unzipping the pilot's pants and boxers and pulling them down his thighs. The pilot's erection weeped in front of him, and he felt a spike of pleasure in his stomach, at the thought of touching it, taking it into his mouth. With Hux, it always felt mechanical, much as when the general's mouth was on his own erection, a prelude to the always lacklustre main event. He gripped the strong thighs and moved his head forward, taking the sturdy flesh into his mouth. It felt thicker than Hux's. Poe's moans urged him to move, bobbing his head up and down, his own erection neglected between his thighs. Poe's mind was completely closed to him again, and he found that he no longer cared. All that mattered was this flesh in his mouth, the feel of the muscles under his hands.
Only it wasn't enough. He needed more.
Kylo abruptly pulled away, unfastening Poe's legs. He half expected Poe to attempt to kick him, instead, he simply watched him, lust clear in his eyes, as he he pulled the pants and boxers all the way off.
“I want you,” Kylo said, sticking two fingers into his mouth and licking them.
“Yes,” Poe said, starting to pant. Kylo gently slid one of the digits up inside him.
“I want to have you, but only if you want it. I am no rapist,” Kylo said, as he gently started to move the long finger in and out of the opening.
Poe laughed. “So you'll torture and kill hundreds of thousands, maybe millions but stop at physical rape? You've already violated my mind.”
Kylo withdrew his finger from within Poe. “That was merely a means to an end. I took no pleasure in it, nor the murder of the villagers on Jakku. It was merely necessary, to complete our operation.”
“You seemed to take great pleasure in striking down Lor San Tekka,” Poe said.
“Yes, well that was more of a... personal relationship,” Kylo did not wish to discuss the matter any further. He turned, back towards where he had flung the mask.
“I didn't tell you to stop,” Poe said, the cockiness reappearing, in his voice.
Kylo faced him again, considering whether to not submit to Poe's arrogance. The pilot held a triumphant look. Kylo reached forward and ran a hand through his soft curls. It seemed incredible that one as handsome and charming as Poe, would look upon him with such lust in his eyes.
“You want me?” Kylo asked.
“You do realise that this is completely screwed up, from both our sides? Yes, I want you.”
Kylo tenderly moved his finger into the opening, once more.
“What do you want me to do?” Kylo said, as he moved his long finger up to brush up against Poe's prostate. The pilot gasped.
Yes, that's it! Kylo ran a hand through the dark curls again, leaning forward to suck on his shoulder, as he gradually added more fingers, deliberately curling them up, to repeatedly press into Poe's prostate.
“I want you to have me. Right up against this... Take me... hard.”
Kylo groaned, continuing to brush up against his prostate, as he leant forward, to take his mouth, once more. Disjointed thoughts suddenly filled his mind, from the pilot.
I shouldn't be doing this but I don't care.
Yes, yes... keep going.
Kylo heard a different tone of moan and realised that it was coming from his own larynx. He started to widen his fingers, tenderly stretching the opening.
“You want me to have you,” he asked again, releasing from the pilot's mouth, to murmur against his neck.
“Yes, yes I want you. Do it. But leave...”
Kylo pulled back.
“Leave the outfit on.”
“You're very naughty you know,” he couldn’t resist saying.
“I know,” a smirk overcame Poe's handsome face.
Kylo released his fingers and rearranged his outfit, to take out his own erection, grabbing Poe's legs and flinging them up, over his shoulders.
“Is this alright?”
“Asking if I’m alright... you know, that isn't exactly what I would have imagined a darth lord wannabe, on the brink of pounding me into oblivion, would have said.”
“Fine then, I take that as a yes,” Kylo slowly slid into him, until he was buried to the hilt. He could see, from Poe's face, some discomfort. To some credit, Hux was always gentle with Kylo, waiting, as Kylo was doing now, for the initial discomfort to ease, before starting to thrust within him. However, Hux never grabbed Kylo's erection and stroked, as Kylo now did with Poe, too focused on his own pleasure, to care about Kylo's.
Poe started to moan.
“Yes, yes...” He whispered.
Kylo started to move, slowly, allowing Poe to adjust to him. Soon, Poe was starting to move with him thrusting forward in time with his thrusts. Kylo started to pick up speed, moaning, hearing Poe's own groans of pleasure. He could feel Poe's heat and tightness, surrounding him, the delicious friction. He leant forward and started nuzzling Poe's neck, one free hand freely reaching under his uniform shirt to stroke his stomach, his sides, to pinch at his nipples. Poe's moans grew louder. Poe, of course, could not move his hands to touch Kylo back. There was something utterly erotic about the fact that he had the handsome pilot completely in his thrall. He swirled his tongue over his neck, and brought it up to his ear, sucking on the lobe. The torture bed thudding with their movements, slowly, at first, then faster. Thud. Thud. Thudthud. Thudthudthudthudthud.
“Oh yes,” Poe said again. The pure pleasure had closed his mind again but Kylo didn't care. All that mattered was the soft flesh and hard muscles under his hands. He looked into the dark eyes and saw lust, passion but also vulnerability, and strength in equal portions.
“You are truly gorgeous,” Kylo said, then leant forward, to claim his mouth once more, their tongues melding together. Poe pulled away, his movements suddenly erratic, moans growing louder.
“Yes, oh oh...”
Kylo felt him pulse around his erection, as the one in his hand likewise shuddered, a warmth hitting the cloth covering his stomach. It was enough to send Kylo screaming, over the edge himself, He gripped Poe's hips, as he thrust once more, feeling himself release, deep inside him. Kylo sighed, leaning forward to nuzzle on Poe's neck, as he came down from the high. Even after his orgasm was utterly sated, he continued to breath against the olive skin of the pilot's neck, content in the warmth, and feel of another human being.
“Oh.. that was... that was something...” Poe said, as Kylo finally pulled back, and tucked himself back in, rearranging his clothes. Seeing proof of Poe's release, he spat on his own hand, and wiped it off.
“I... I shouldn't have done that...” He said, locating Poe's boxers and pants on the ground, and putting them back on the pilot, before retying his legs, once more, to the torture rack.
“Why not? I'm not complaining!” Poe said. His flesh was delightfully pink, large eyes lustrous, now sweaty curls plastered about his face. Kylo had never seen a more alluring sight.
I shouldn't have.
“It was... wrong...”
“Well, yes, but that added to the attraction of it, don't you think?” Poe smirked again.
Kylo gently cupped his jaw, in his hands.
“You know... her...”
The name came so readily to the front of the mind.
General Organa. Leia.
Kylo felt it again, the pull to the light, the struggle.
No.
You could go to her, you know. Be with her. Be with him.
“No,” Kylo said, feeling tears prick at the edges of his eyelids.
Poe has willingly given you his body. You could be with someone you are actually attracted to. You like him. Not like Hux, who you only feel disdain for.
“It's ok,” Poe whispered. “I can see the struggle in you. Maybe this... being evil business isn't for you.”
The tears now ran down Kylo's cheeks.
“It doesn't have to be this way. You know the choice that you have to make.”
“I can't...”
“You can,” Poe said. “It's simple.”
Yes, it's simple. Come to the light. Do it now, Ben.
Kylo released Poe, as though he was suddenly burning him.
“They can't control you,” Poe said.
If only it were that simple, Kylo thought.
He leant forward and took those lips in a lingering kiss once more, their tongues lapping together. Kylo then kissed Poe's cheeks, his chin, his neck; he ran his hands through the sweaty curls, memorising the taste and feel of the beautiful face, before stepping back.
“I'm sorry,” he said.
“Not as sorry as I am,” Poe replied. Kylo saw the pity in his eyes and felt a momentary stirring, which he pushed down.
“You know,” he walked over to the mask and picked it up. “This will give me no pleasure.”
“I think it will. I think it's why you do it.”
Kylo turned back to face him.
“Just because we were intimate, doesn't meant that I will make this in anyway easy for you,” prideful anger now came into Poe's tone.
Gripping the mask with one hand, Kylo stepped forward. “I would be disappointed if you didn't.”
“So the great sex we just had won't be enough to convince you not to do this, will it?” Now the smarminess was back, though Kylo could hear a little fear, intertwined as well.
Kylo gripped his jaw and, unable to resist, took his mouth, once more, their tongues tangling together.
“What's with the mask, anyway? You think it makes you look menacing, is that it?” Poe asked, once they released.
“Some of us are not fortunate to have your looks,” Kylo said.
“Ok, firstly, I think you're pretty damned stunning. Why do you think I wanted so badly to have sex with you? Secondly, I still think you wear the mask because you think it makes you look menacing.”
In that instant, the door started to open. Kylo sprang back from Poe, as General Hux suddenly came into the room. He looked at the mask-less Kylo with suspicion.
“The prisoner has not broken, yet? You surprise me. I thought you were meant to be good,” Hux brushed aside Kylo, stepping up in front of Poe.
“Such a pretty face,” he said, reaching up combing Poe's hair off his face, as the pilot flinched. “I have an idea how to get the information out of him.” He now ran a finger over Poe's lips. “Leave us, Kylo. By the time I'm finished with him he'll be begging to tell me where the map is. And I will feel very satisfied, indeed.”
Kylo could feel the sudden disgusted horror leaching off Poe, and felt rage move through him, empowering him. He turned and flicked his hand, the force lifting Hux and throwing him so hard against the wall opposite that he slid to the ground, looking dazed. Kylo then used the force to lift him up into the air.
“Put me down, Kylo, or there will be consequences.”
Kylo stepped forward, whispering into his ear.
“Leave us. I will have your map location. And I will be certain to satisfy you, later. You know how willing I always am to give myself to you.”
He released the force, and Hux collapsed to the ground. The general stood up, wiping down his pants in a clear attempt at dignity.
“You have an hour,” he very swiftly departed the room.
Kylo turned back to Poe.
“Thank you,” Poe said. “I think I can better handle what you're about to do to me, as opposed to what he was suggesting. And saying that out loud, I'd say I'm having the worst day of my life. Well, at least the sex was good. Great, in fact.”
Kylo put the mask back on. There was no going back now. He could see Poe internally steeling himself.
*
Poe had fallen forward, unconscious in the binds. He had been wrong. Kylo had taken no pleasure in extracting the information from him. The pilot had, at least, indeed put up a good, internal fight. But, Kylo broke through, in the end. As he knew he always would.
*
So, Poe had escaped, with help. Kylo wasn't sure how to feel about this. His disparate emotions, as always, swirled in his body. He needed to focus, needed to stay calm.
Above him, Hux shuddered, his hands gripping Kylo's hips, mouth sucking on the back of his shoulder, as he moved within him.
“Kylo...yes...” He thrusted faster, occasionally hitting Kylo's prostate, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine, enough to at least cease the intimacy from being utterly trying.
“Ah ah...” Hux moaned, thrusting so hard it was almost painful. As the general screamed his completion, Kylo felt the familiar warmth inside him. Hux collapsed against him, kissing his neck, before removing himself. He then gently grabbed his hip, rolling him over onto his back, before looking down at him, face inscrutable.
“The pilot... Something happened between you two.”
Kylo simply stared back at him.
“Captain Phasma told me how handsome he was. I had to see, for myself. You showed him this face,” he reached down and tapped Kylo's nose. “Why?”
“You should leave, now.”
The hard slap across his left cheek surprised him into momentary inaction.
“You're mine, Kylo! Do not forget th-”
Kylo pointed his finger at him. Hux suddenly clutched at his throat, eyes bugging, as he struggled for air.
“What happened with the pilot? I seduced him. He gave himself to me, willingly.”
“You're lying...” Hux gasped.
“Am I?”
He released the general, who collapsed forward, still choking for air. Disgusted, Kylo hastily moved out of the way, to avoid being fallen on.
“If you slap me again, I will make it certain that it is the last thing you ever do.”
“I will forgive you, this time,” Hux said, regaining his breath. Kylo noticed that the fingers that reached forward, to comb through his hair, trembled slightly. “Yes, yes the pilot was indeed handsome. I guess I can't fault you wanting to have him. But I console myself with the knowledge that we have something special.”
Kylo resisted the strong urge to laugh, to taunt Hux for his ridiculous feelings towards him, the flaw that would always stop him from being truly great.
“I shouldn't have slapped you. That was a mistake that won't happen again. Kylo, you know that I...” His eyes spoke of his true longing and anguish. “I will take my leave.”
Neither spoke as he redressed. At Kylo's bedroom doorway, he momentarily looked back, anguish twisting his features. Kylo caught a whisper of a thought.
…. to have more than the mere body he gives....
He then closed the door. Kylo lay back down, mind haunted by images; Poe's post-coital smirk, the despondency on Poe's face, when Kylo broke through all of his defences, his mother kneeling down to smile at him, looking radiant, his uncle's pained face some years later, digging up his grandfather's mask, from the remnants of his funeral pyre, Snoke's hologram, sitting so high above him.
Do not despair, the darkness now called to him.
You are destined for greatness. You will find the courage to defeat the light that attempts to fester within you.
Kylo deliberately pushed the images out of his mind, and started to think about what he had to do next.