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A newly promoted General, Hux keeps his distance from the master of Snoke's infamous Knights of Ren. The black-clad masked figure who called himself Kylo Ren is a stranger to him, a nuisance with his own agenda - who seemed to Hux only to get in the way of First Order affairs.
Hux keeps his distance.
Yet, he always listened to the stories shared hushly between Lieutenants and Captains in the vast corridors of Starkiller Base.
Ren had a temper. Hux had yet to witness it first-hand, but the aftermath of repairs and hospitalized men - his men - irritated him beyond belief. He was General now, and the last thing he should have to deal with were the tantrums of Ren. An Outsider, free from having to adhere to proper military code and conduct.
Hux keeps his distance.
He watches the tall man - if he was even a man at all - with a growing sense of spite, and a resentment grown from a seed of fearful awe Hux would never admit to. His military career in the First Order, though exemplary and ambitious, could never rival the accomplishments of the Knights of Ren. And their faceless master.
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The Command Bridge of The Finalizer is on stand-by, awaiting its exit via light speed. Hux's first mission as General - a strike on a small, frozen planet known as a Rebellion weapons supply station - had just been completed without a hitch.
Hux watches the icy planet collapse in on itself - engulfed in firestorms- from the bridge, his hands folded behind his back. When the small hairs on the back of his neck stand upright, he knows Ren is behind him.
Hux acknowledges him briefly with a brief, silent look. Ren had never been this close to him, nor spoken directly to him. Their few mutual orders were always given by Snoke. Ren had a presence unlike anything Hux had known in his life, a formidable, dark presence that sent chills down his spine.
"Quite impressive," Ren says, discordant and cold, the voice muffled and deepened by his mask. "For your first mission."
Hux remains standing, faced away - a thin drop of sweat running down his temple. "Yes, well. You're in no position to gloat," he replies. He immediately regrets his outburst.
Ren is silent.
Hux turns to his hooded figure and looks into the dark holes that hid his eyes. "Or - have you located the last Jedi?"
Hux swallows so loud he swears the whole bridge could hear him. The low hum of voices around them had quieted down in tune with Ren's entrance. His men were watching.
Hux doesn't falter, yet keeps trying to decipher Kylo. Body language, breathing - anything he could read.
Ren's right hand slowly clenches into a fist at his side, and Hux looks down at it, then back up at him, then blinks twice. If he moved, his men would see it, they would see weakness. But if he didn't...
Kylo unclenches his fist and throws his hood back up with an elegant, swift motion. "It seems your Operations Officer is here to relieve you," Ren says with a nod toward a younger man in a uniform.
Hux looks at his Officer who is visibly shaking - eyes darting back and forth from Ren and back at him.
Ren turns to leave.
"Sweet dreams, General," he says and leaves, and a heavy shadow lifts from the room with him.
***
Hux's private quarters on the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer are dimly lit, but spacious. Its walls are void, and the room is spartan, containing only the bare essentials - a few chairs, a large desk, a bed. Every blank surface is spotless, creating dark reflections in their wake.
Closing the blast doors behind him, Hux quickly scans the room and finally breathes a sigh of relief - he was alone.
He sheds his long coat and gloves, folding the items up carefully as to not crease the fabric. He walks over to the desk and touches the surface to bring up a screen, giving him access to all security feeds across the Destroyer, showing live images of his crew and troops on board, and a continuous stream of flight data. He sits on the edge of the bed, loosening his tight, black collar slightly, keeping track of the information on the screen.
He felt tightly-wound, on edge - and he didn't care for it. Work was usually the only thing on his mind, but ever since that pious bastard - Kylo Ren - showed up, on his ship... Taking whatever he pleased, following no codes on conduct. Hux hated unruliness, especially when he himself did not instigate it.
Ren was a wild card Hux did not trust Snoke would play right and Hux preferred to deal with absolutes, with military order and control.
He wasn't a religious man, but he had seen what Ren could do - put a single man in the infirmary with but a single thought, or worse.
Hux's train of thought is abruptly ended when the doors to his quarters slide open with a smooth, airy sound.
There is a moment of silence, and the hallways outside the room are very dark and only lit with a sickly red glow. Hux stands, as a molten heavyness sinks into his gut.
"Who's there? How did you open those doors?!" he demands into the darkness.
No answer.
Ren strides out of the sick glow and into Hux's quarters and lets the heavy doors slide shut behind him.
"May I come in?" Ren says, and Hux swears the smug bastard is smiling behind the steel-plated mask. Hux tightens his collar back to its correct position and scowls at Ren. "I can have you thrown out in less than a minute. You can't choke fifty of my men at once."
Ren tilts his head slightly - as if curiously observing the General - , then closing the space between them with a mere three steps, terrifying in their sudden speed and grace. He halts, his featureless mask inches from Hux's face. "And what do you think I could do to you... in less than a minute?"
Hux feels those familiar hairs on his neck, again. He stands frozen, indecisive - knowing Ren was right. A hundred men wouldn't get there in time.
Hux feels a slight tremble in his own voice when he speaks, and he is ashamed. "Remove your mask. That is an order."
"Why?" Kylo seems amused.
"If you're going to kill me, you're going to do it while facing me like a man," Hux finishes.
Kylo brings a gloved hand up to Hux's face, dragging a finger down his damp temple, across his cheek and tugging briefly at his lower lip. "You're no use to me dead, General."
Kylo forces Hux back down seated on the bed, gripping his head more firmly. Hux's polished hair falls partly down into his face and he struggles to no avail against Ren's otherworldly strength. "Open," Kylo commands and forces three gloved fingers in between his lips. He shoves them in Hux's mouth as far as they go, before slowly dragging them out again over his tongue and full lips. Hux forces back coughs as Kylo finger-fucks his throat.
"That's good," Kylo says, one hand holding the back of Hux's head. "You have many talents, General Hux. You've created a strong army for us."
He drags his fingers out across his lips again - the leather shiny with spit - before showing four fingers in. "Your eloquent speeches are invaluable to the First Order."
Hux groans, mouth stretched and struggling in the death-grip.
"But," Kylo continues, and finally removes his fingers, bringing his hand inside the heavy, dark fabric of his coat and freeing his cock. Hux inhales and dissolves into a coughing fit on the floor in front of him. "You need to know your place."
Dragging Hux up into a kneeling position, Kylo resumes his grip on his head and guides his cock with the other. "Wait!" Hux spits out, coughing subsiding. He looks up at Kylo from the floor, uniform now completely disheveled.
"Please," he says slowly. "I want to see you. I need..." he continues, his trousers no longer hiding his bulge. "I need to see you, not this faceless ghost."
Kylo looks down at the kneeling General and evaluates him, shiny green eyes and mouth parted with bruising lips. Roughly, he shoves his cock between them and starts a fast-paced, choking rhythm. A drop of spit rolls down Hux's chin and lands to mingle with the sweat in the pool of his collarbones, his uniform falling slightly open to reveal wet, pale skin inside.
"You haven't earned it," Kylo says, pulling his cock out of Hux's mouth and showing it back inside the warmth violently.
Hux thinks Kylo's voice seems more distorted than usual, raspy and rough. His breaths behind the mask are ragged, and Hux is gripped by that same fear-laced awe he's known since the first time he witnessed him use his powers. He hates this man, hates this being capable of controlling such power, but he needs to know him.
He wants to see him.
Hux grabs for the belt around Kylo's waist for leverage, and takes him deeper into his mouth, and keeps him there until he chokes - and then a little longer. He swallows hard around his cock, constricting the muscles - and moans around his thick shaft.
Kylo's hand grasps a handful of Hux's hair, and holds him still while he quickens the pace until he comes, warm and fast, down Hux's throat with a dragging, low, muffled groan. Before he finishes he pulls out of Hux's mouth to let the last few white drops fall from his slick cock, down onto Hux's disheveled black uniform.
Kylo adjusts himself, then kneels down in front of Hux and makes it a point to tilt his head and get a good look at the out-of-breath General. "Impressive," Kylo says, "for a first-timer."
Hux looks back at him and slowly brings his right hand up to Kylo's mask, lightly touching the cold, hard material. It was worn, and damaged in places. He is fascinated.
Kylo remains still for a few moments, letting Hux examine his mask closer than anyone had ever been allowed to do, and still live. "But next time, dear General, I expect you to do better," he says through the voice distorter in his mask. He rises up quickly and turns towards the door.
Hux snaps out of his brief trance, and watches Kylo walk toward the exit. "Ren!" he yells, with all the commanding force his voice could muster, not quite with the full power he yielded when speaking to his army, but almost. Kylo halts before touching the door mechanism.
He stands up on shaky legs. "Next time, Kylo Ren..." he says with a barely-there smirk, "next time, I want to see your face. And I want to kiss you." Hux smooths his ginger locks back into place.
"And I always get what I want."
Kylo pauses by the doors, throwing a final look at Hux before opening them.
"Clean yourself up. You look terrible."
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