I'm sorry it took me forever and a day to update! Life got in the way... To make up for this, you get some smut this time - the prompt did ask for Kylo being very taken with his sexy husband and I live to provide!
Chapter 3: Is This Wedded Bliss?
The infuriating man just looked at 87, as if he hadn’t just said something so outrageous he might as well have declared himself a Hutt Lord.
“I married you,” he said, voice tight with the patronizing patience reserved for particularly young or stupid cadets.
87 decided that the officer – his officer – was somewhat of a jerk.
“Captain Phasma’s going to have me scrub toilets till I die,” he groaned, and buried his head in his hands.
Something silver glinting on his finger caught his attention. On closer inspection, 87 discovered it to be an unadorned, plain ring. It looked off, like it was just a piece of scrap metal twisted into ring shape. 87 only knew weddings from holobooks, Stormtroopers couldn’t get married, but he had read enough books to know a wedding ring when he saw it.
“I don’t think that’s regulation,” 87 said mournfully. He felt far too numb with shock to muster up the outrage he knew he should be feeling. “Getting married isn’t regulation either.” His face fell another notch. “I’m going to be scrubbing toilets forever and ever!”
“It’s not like I wanted to!” the other man snapped, and finally bothered to sit up properly. The sheet slipped lower, and 87 made the mistake of looking, which had him catching sight of a tantalizing trail of dark hair that disappeared behind white cloth pooled in his lap. 87 decided to meet the man’s disturbingly intense eyes. They were a slightly less nerve-wrecking sight.
He regretted it as soon as he looked up, for the officer was angry. Really angry, face twisted into some ugly cross between a snarl and a sneer, and he looked like he wanted to hurt someone. Not very reassuring when you were the only other person in the room.
“It’s Hux’s fault,” he growled, “he thought humiliation would humble me.” He snorted. “Get me drunk, make me wed and bed a Stormtrooper.”
87 gulped against the hurt suddenly welling up in him. He didn’t even know this man and didn’t know if he would want to know him, but people were rarely ever so blunt in their rejection of him. His squad mostly just shunned him silently.
“I’m a cadet,” 87 offered tentatively. He could only hope the man wouldn’t notice how shaky he sounded, or at least not pretend to care.
The man stared at him for long moments. He snorted. “That doesn’t make it better.” He still sounded angry, but more frustrated-angry in general than angry at 87 specifically.
87 looked at him again. The man… his husband was a couple of years older, late twenties to 87’s early twenties. He was uncouth, but not outright cruel. He was also very, very handsome, and important enough for General Hux to torment him personally. FN-2187 didn’t know a lot about marriage, but he figured this might be what the holobooks called a good catch.
“You’re taking this very calmly,” 87 pointed out.
The man’s expression shifted till it seemed awkwardly stuck between a smile and a frown. “I don’t often get called out for being too calm. You’re an odd one, aren’t you?”
87 shrugged sheepishly. “I’m just thinking, if it were me, I would be pretty mad. But I’m glad you’re not mad. With me, that is.” Being mad with Hux was okay, because if 87 let himself think about it, he would be mad, too. It was his job to follow orders, but being toyed with in some quarrel of his higher-ups went beyond that.
He picked up an edge of the sheet they’d slept under, and worried at a loose thread. “I’m going to be in trouble. Stormtroopers aren’t allowed to get married. And we aren’t supposed to sleep with officers either.” Or with anyone, really. People being people it happened all the time, of course. The fraternization, that was, not the getting married. He grimaced. “I’m going to be in trouble for drinking, too. How did that happen anyway?”
The man heaved an irritable sigh. “Why don’t you let me take care of all the trouble you believe you’re in and make the best of the time we have.” He cradled 87’s hands in his. They were calloused, just like in his memories, but held his gently. The tug he gave him was just as gentle, cajoling rather than demanding.
87 shook his head slightly, even as he wondered what the officer’s hands would feel like exploring his body. 87 didn’t have a lot of experience, being an outcast, but he didn’t feel shy in a bad way, just excited, nervous. “I don’t even know your name…”
His wry smile twisted with bitterness as he said, “it’ll come back to you. I want you to stay with me until it does.”
What an odd request.
87 never got to question it before warm lips found his own. His kiss was harsh, demanding. 87 remembered it like this from last night. Uncouth, but not cruel.
He had barely had time to adjust to the tongue fucking his mouth before large rough hands slipped under 87’s ass and hauled him forward onto the man’s lap.
87’s arms wrapped around his neck of their own accord. It seemed his body remembered. The sheet was gone, he felt a hard cock slide along his scrotum and for a panicky moment he thought the man would just push 87 down on his cock without any preparation at all.
“No,” he breathed, “don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”
87 stifled a moan against the man’s lips. Maybe there was a thin line between being terrified and aroused.
A slick finger teased his hole without any warning at all, making 87 squeak and tense up. He instinctively tried to escape the probing finger, which had him pressing himself flush against the man’s chest. When exactly had he fetched the lube anyway?
There was a growl, he could have sworn it sounded pleased, and teeth nipped harder at his lips. The finger pushed past his ring of muscles and it was almost too fast too much but there was nowhere to go but push back and impale himself further. 87’s head fell back as he gave himself wholly to the sensation. His hips rotated as he sought that spot deep within him that had driven him to screams of pleasure last night.
His officer made for a beautiful sight, mad and mad with lust, face twisted into something so intense it could have been mistaken for fury…
…and he was back last night, that same handsome face twisted in fury, only fury, gloved hands wrapping around General Hux’s throat and squeezing, the General turning purple…
87 tore himself away from the man’s embrace before he had so much as registered what was happening. He slipped to his knees on the floor, hand going for the blaster he had spied earlier.
“You tried to kill the General!” he yelled as he lifted the blaster. “Last night, you…!”
There was the same fury as last night on the man’s face. Now, he did want to hurt him.
87 rose to his feet at the same time as a metal cylinder flew into the man’s hand.
Red light shot out of the silver handle, shaping itself into a plasma blade.
87 tumbled backwards till his back hit the wall, he was fumbling with his suddenly far too slippery blaster.
What Happens on Vega... 3/?
I'm sorry it took me forever and a day to update! Life got in the way... To make up for this, you get some smut this time - the prompt did ask for Kylo being very taken with his sexy husband and I live to provide!
Chapter 3: Is This Wedded Bliss?
The infuriating man just looked at 87, as if he hadn’t just said something so outrageous he might as well have declared himself a Hutt Lord.
“I married you,” he said, voice tight with the patronizing patience reserved for particularly young or stupid cadets.
87 decided that the officer – his officer – was somewhat of a jerk.
“Captain Phasma’s going to have me scrub toilets till I die,” he groaned, and buried his head in his hands.
Something silver glinting on his finger caught his attention. On closer inspection, 87 discovered it to be an unadorned, plain ring. It looked off, like it was just a piece of scrap metal twisted into ring shape. 87 only knew weddings from holobooks, Stormtroopers couldn’t get married, but he had read enough books to know a wedding ring when he saw it.
“I don’t think that’s regulation,” 87 said mournfully. He felt far too numb with shock to muster up the outrage he knew he should be feeling. “Getting married isn’t regulation either.” His face fell another notch. “I’m going to be scrubbing toilets forever and ever!”
“It’s not like I wanted to!” the other man snapped, and finally bothered to sit up properly. The sheet slipped lower, and 87 made the mistake of looking, which had him catching sight of a tantalizing trail of dark hair that disappeared behind white cloth pooled in his lap. 87 decided to meet the man’s disturbingly intense eyes. They were a slightly less nerve-wrecking sight.
He regretted it as soon as he looked up, for the officer was angry. Really angry, face twisted into some ugly cross between a snarl and a sneer, and he looked like he wanted to hurt someone. Not very reassuring when you were the only other person in the room.
“It’s Hux’s fault,” he growled, “he thought humiliation would humble me.” He snorted. “Get me drunk, make me wed and bed a Stormtrooper.”
87 gulped against the hurt suddenly welling up in him. He didn’t even know this man and didn’t know if he would want to know him, but people were rarely ever so blunt in their rejection of him. His squad mostly just shunned him silently.
“I’m a cadet,” 87 offered tentatively. He could only hope the man wouldn’t notice how shaky he sounded, or at least not pretend to care.
The man stared at him for long moments. He snorted. “That doesn’t make it better.” He still sounded angry, but more frustrated-angry in general than angry at 87 specifically.
87 looked at him again. The man… his husband was a couple of years older, late twenties to 87’s early twenties. He was uncouth, but not outright cruel. He was also very, very handsome, and important enough for General Hux to torment him personally. FN-2187 didn’t know a lot about marriage, but he figured this might be what the holobooks called a good catch.
“You’re taking this very calmly,” 87 pointed out.
The man’s expression shifted till it seemed awkwardly stuck between a smile and a frown. “I don’t often get called out for being too calm. You’re an odd one, aren’t you?”
87 shrugged sheepishly. “I’m just thinking, if it were me, I would be pretty mad. But I’m glad you’re not mad. With me, that is.” Being mad with Hux was okay, because if 87 let himself think about it, he would be mad, too. It was his job to follow orders, but being toyed with in some quarrel of his higher-ups went beyond that.
He picked up an edge of the sheet they’d slept under, and worried at a loose thread. “I’m going to be in trouble. Stormtroopers aren’t allowed to get married. And we aren’t supposed to sleep with officers either.” Or with anyone, really. People being people it happened all the time, of course. The fraternization, that was, not the getting married. He grimaced. “I’m going to be in trouble for drinking, too. How did that happen anyway?”
The man heaved an irritable sigh. “Why don’t you let me take care of all the trouble you believe you’re in and make the best of the time we have.” He cradled 87’s hands in his. They were calloused, just like in his memories, but held his gently. The tug he gave him was just as gentle, cajoling rather than demanding.
87 shook his head slightly, even as he wondered what the officer’s hands would feel like exploring his body. 87 didn’t have a lot of experience, being an outcast, but he didn’t feel shy in a bad way, just excited, nervous. “I don’t even know your name…”
His wry smile twisted with bitterness as he said, “it’ll come back to you. I want you to stay with me until it does.”
What an odd request.
87 never got to question it before warm lips found his own. His kiss was harsh, demanding. 87 remembered it like this from last night. Uncouth, but not cruel.
He had barely had time to adjust to the tongue fucking his mouth before large rough hands slipped under 87’s ass and hauled him forward onto the man’s lap.
87’s arms wrapped around his neck of their own accord. It seemed his body remembered. The sheet was gone, he felt a hard cock slide along his scrotum and for a panicky moment he thought the man would just push 87 down on his cock without any preparation at all.
“No,” he breathed, “don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”
87 stifled a moan against the man’s lips. Maybe there was a thin line between being terrified and aroused.
A slick finger teased his hole without any warning at all, making 87 squeak and tense up. He instinctively tried to escape the probing finger, which had him pressing himself flush against the man’s chest. When exactly had he fetched the lube anyway?
There was a growl, he could have sworn it sounded pleased, and teeth nipped harder at his lips. The finger pushed past his ring of muscles and it was almost too fast too much but there was nowhere to go but push back and impale himself further. 87’s head fell back as he gave himself wholly to the sensation. His hips rotated as he sought that spot deep within him that had driven him to screams of pleasure last night.
His officer made for a beautiful sight, mad and mad with lust, face twisted into something so intense it could have been mistaken for fury…
…and he was back last night, that same handsome face twisted in fury, only fury, gloved hands wrapping around General Hux’s throat and squeezing, the General turning purple…
87 tore himself away from the man’s embrace before he had so much as registered what was happening. He slipped to his knees on the floor, hand going for the blaster he had spied earlier.
“You tried to kill the General!” he yelled as he lifted the blaster. “Last night, you…!”
There was the same fury as last night on the man’s face. Now, he did want to hurt him.
87 rose to his feet at the same time as a metal cylinder flew into the man’s hand.
Red light shot out of the silver handle, shaping itself into a plasma blade.
87 tumbled backwards till his back hit the wall, he was fumbling with his suddenly far too slippery blaster.
“Oh kriff, you’re a Jedi!”
tbc...