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This is amazing! It's also so cute how they think they can outsmart Leia :p

Ooh this is niiiiice. Hoping there's more soon :)

OP, I am an enormous ass for not being on the ball with this. Here, have a chapter: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6490321

Finally delievered, lol. I went beyond what I thought I would do. Hopefully, I managed to make Hux JJ enough.

*

Finn was brought into the Hux home when he was five and and the General was sixteen.

The younger Hux, having never lived up to his father's standards, saw the young child as his aging and ailing father's attempt to mold a son that would be absolutely obedient. Hux often laughs when thinking about how the task is cut short: his father dies when Finn turns eleven.

Much to his chagrin, the younger Hux, 22, a bright upward bound officer in the First Order, is made guardian of the boy. Hux contemplates the numerous ways he could abandon his younger brother. He reasons that he has no obligation to take care of a "brother" he barely sees or knows. However, when Hux goes to pick up Finn, he's struck by the child.

He finds that Finn is sensitive and intelligent; childlike with tragic eyes and a desperate need to please. Hux sees a little of himself in Finn: cowering in fear, living in doubt, never able to live up to an ever-changing, unattainable expectation.

One glance into Finn's eyes convinces Hux to complete the task his father had set out to do.

And Hux prides himself in Finn. He excels at training and in the academy. A vehement supporter of his father, and now Hux's, Stormtrooper plan, Finn volunteers to serve directly under Hux as the model 'trooper. The General, however, rarely recalls Finn's technical achievements. His memories are filled other things.

Finn smiling at him, age 13, accepted into the academy; Finn, radiating, age 15, after receiving his first blaster; Finn, age 17, with a restrained grin, graduating; Finn, age 20, serious but delighted, in his Stormtrooper uniform after coming aboard the Finalizer.

Although Hux limits his praise to a single word, each time his eyes grew wet with pride and struggled to stop the smile that threatened to overtake his features.

Finn was now 23, the best 'trooper in the First Order, with aspirations to become a fighter pilot.

The warm flicker of memories fade as the request on the general's holopad appears. His eyes grow cold and distant as the screen contours menacing shadows onto his face.

REQUESTER CLASS: STORMTROOPER
DESIGNATION: FN-2187
REQUEST: TRANSFER TO FIRST ORDER FLIGHT ACADEMY

The red-head turns on his heel and walks briskly towards Finn's room after rejecting the request. Again, he thinks. The wheels in his head turn, pumping out all the reasons why his brother shouldn't even dare think about going to the flight academy. Shouldn't dare think about leaving this ship. Hux's face forms into a absentminded half-smile. Finn will listen to him, he always does. Finn will understand his place is here by his side. Finn knows it is.

As Hux approaches the room, the redhead notices a ribbon of light from Finn's room. The door is jammed and his ears perk at the sound flowing out of the door. Two voices. They're engaged in the low hum of conversation. Soft and affectionate.

The general's heart begins to race as he positions himself in front of the jammed door to peer through the narrow opening. First, Hux sees just Finn, pressed softly against the wall. Then the other man comes into focus, so close to Finn that Hux is unsure how he didn't see him before. His insides seem to retch.

Kylo Ren.

His forehead is resting against Finn's.

They're embracing, whispering, laughing.

He didn't know about this.

Why hadn't Finn told him?

A dazed and incredulous look appears on Hux's face, his eyes round and clouded. Kylo Ren. The name seems to echo throughout the narrow hallway. Of all the dirty, unworthy hands to touch his brother, Ren was the most offensive. He clenches his fists furiously at his sides, nails digging so deep they draw blood. In one swift movement, Hux turns and silently walks away.

The only trace he was ever there were the droplets of blood that formed a spotty trail behind him.

Hux seethed in his room when he wasn't needed on the bridge.

When he was with Finn, the younger man didn't say anything. His manner was exactly the same as if he wasn't keeping secrets. When did he learn to lie so well?

Kylo Ren. He hadn't seen him. Didn't trust himself not to throttle the man on sight for laying his common, Rebellion-born hands on his brother. Yet, despite his best efforts to avoid the knight, they were inevitably going to meet. It helped Hux's impulse control that the next time he is near the knight, it was to appear before the Supreme Leader.

Snoke did not address either of the two men specifically. "Why haven't you secured the map?"

"Supreme Leader, our search is limited to the quadrants within the vicinity of the ship. My recommendation for expediting our search is to deploy another ship to broaden the search area."

Snoke eyes Hux. "And who do you recommend command that vessel?"

It was a plan that Hux had begun formulating right after he'd seen them. His options were limited when it came to the leader of the Knights of Ren: he couldn't kill the knight, couldn't recondition him, couldn't transfer him like another crew member. But through the Supreme Leader, as they say, anything is possible. "Ren, sir. Between his ability and the technological prowess of the Finalizer, the search will be quickened."

Beneath the mask, Kylo's eyebrows furrowed in curiosity. Before he could react, Snoke's leveled voice rang out. "I trust your judgement, General. Do as you see fit to secure the map."

"Yes, sir."

Hux felt victorious as Snoke's hologram dissipated. The red-head glances at the man beside him and allows a small, professional smile. "It's an honor to command a First Order vessel. I'll begin making preparations immediately."

The modulated voice rang out in the empty room, "Why did you do that? The search is more efficient with me on this ship."

"That's a matter of opinion," Hux begins towards the door, deciding himself that the matter was done.

Kylo follows Hux into the hall. A strange feeling washes over the knight as Hux's words seep in. He struggled to shake the feeling that Hux's words went deeper than the situation at hand. Upon closer inspection of the form beside him, Ren notices a subtle yet strangely satisfied look on the General's face as if he'd just accomplished some masterful task. "I believe that the combination of the ship and my abilities are best for our mission, Hux."

Hux is snapped out of his thoughts by Kylo's insistence. "Ren, if the arrangements do not work out, then you will naturally be recalled back to this ship."

"If I am transferred, I would like to select my own crew."

Hux's eye twitches involuntarily. His reply is wary, his words carefully chosen. "Only if they can be spared."

Kylo is vaguely aware of the tension filling the air, the hostile undercurrents that guide Hux's replies. "I don't care much for the skeleton crew but there are a few people I have in mind especially." There is a beat and for a moment, Kylo feels something telling him not to continue. "Particularly, Stormtrooper designation FN-2187. He's one of Phasma's best and would be suitable for leading planetside inspections,"

Hux controls the bubbling anger that threatens his calm demeanor and let's out a simple, emotionless response. "FN-2187 is needed here. He can't be spared. If you are looking for men to lead planet side inspections, Phasma has made a report of 'troopers that would be skilled in combat and have proven to be leaders during missions. Additionally..."

The knight was not fooled by Hux's charade. Even as Hux trailed on, Kylo could feel the palpable hatred and disgust, a condescending glow, directed at him.

"...However," Hux's voice comes into focus, "If you insist on FN-2187, I must remind you that he's had no real combat experience. To appoint him as the leader of a battalion on a mission as grave as this would be foolish." Hux's voice became almost threatening, "He could be seriously hurt."

Hux has stopped at the door to his quarters and Kylo hasn't realized he's been following him this entire time. He speaks again, his tone even but Kylo could sense the growing irritation bubbling underneath at his silence. "So perhaps FN-2187, specifically, wouldn't be the best choice. I'll look through the crew logs and assign an adequate one to you."

Hux was in his quarters before Ren had a chance to reply.

The conversation with Hux left the knight with a deep sense of dread. He was missing something, something important. The one thing the knight could narrow in on was Hux's reaction to FN-2187's -- Finn's --- name.

"Finn?" Kylo's voice seemed to echo through the room. "Finn?"

Finn emerges from an ancillary room. Kylo notes the restrain in his smile and the cautious way he approaches the knight. It was always the approach of a wounded animal, desperate for affection but scared of being hurt again. The sight always tugged at Ren's heart.

He would kill whoever had hurt Finn to make him like that.

Despite it all, Ren sees the relief and happiness in Finn's face as their eyes meet. After a moment, he moves, without fear, to him and Kylo matches his motion. They embrace, holding each other close, sharing a light kiss. Finn speaks softly, nuzzling his face into Ren's chest, "Ben, what are you doing here?"

Kylo lowers his head so his nose rests at the top of Finn's head. "I'm being transferred."

Kylo feels Finn's reaction in his arms and nearly avoids a collision when Finn jerks his head up to look at his face. "Where? When?"

"Another ship to expand our search."

"Why?" There is a faint desperation in Finn's voice.

"General Hux thought it would be better."

"He did?" He questions, confusion overwhelming his voice. Kylo nods, laying a kiss on Finn's forehead. "Did he say anything else?"

"No, nothing really." Kylo doesn't stop the halo of kisses, "I tried to request you but he was dead against it."

Finn's building nervousness erupts as he breaks the embrace to grab Kylo's arms. "Why did you do that?"

Kylo jumps at the sudden motion. "Why wouldn't I?"

Finn isn't listening. His nervousness was dying down and a faint smile accompanied his aimless stare. "Hux wouldn't allow it." He looks back at Kylo, "But thank you."

"What does that mean?"

"I'm needed here."

Hux's words replayed inside Kylo's mind. Something, although he didn't know exactly, clicked in in Kylo's mind. "He said that, too," he whispers, puzzle pieces falling into place. "He knew who you were. Hux isn't the type to know the name people not under his direct command."

Finn pressed his cheek to Kylo's chest again without a word.

"Finn, is Hux doing something to you?" Kylo continues in a whisper. "I won't be upset...if you and him. Is he hurting you ---"

"No," Finn peeled away from Kylo abruptly. He looks up, attempting to look straight in Kylo's eye but faltering. "He's my brother."

"What?" Kylo sucks his breath in.

"I was adopted by Hux's father. After he died, Brendol raised me," Finn explains with a tentative smile. Kylo shifts uncomfortably in the embrace at the intimacy in Finn's voice when he says Hux's first name. "He's always taken care of me. That's why he won't relocate me. He worries."

Kylo tightens his gripe on Finn. His eyebrows knot together in thought. Worries. Kylo couldn't stop from reexamining the smug look of satisfaction on Hux's face after their meeting with Snoke. The hate and disgust directed at him. Worries. "Does he know about us?"

"No," Finn replies softly, shaking his head against Kylo's chest. "I've--I've been meaning to tell him."

Hux's crisp replies from before echoed through Kylo's head. "He isn't going to like it."

Finn stoutly shakes his head. Defensively, he reassures the knight, "My brother isn't as bad as he's painted. He isn't perfect, but ---"

"But he isn't going to like it," he repeats. "And he makes you nervous. I can feel it, Finn."

Finn says nothing. He looks to Kylo, smiling, but the smile is not too confident. "Let's not talk about this, Ben."

The topic made Finn uneasy. Kylo could feel this and it only made the questions burning on his lips more urgent. Finn's smile falters as he notices the knit in Kylo's brow. In an effort to switch the topic, the 'trooper puts his arms around the older man's neck to lay a gentle kiss on his lips. The knight hums, slanting his head to take the kiss deeper. Finn threaded his fingers through Kylo's hair, holding the older man still while his thumb feathered softly over Kylo's temple in a soothing caress.

Kylo breaks away first and presses his forehead to Finn's, breathing softly. "You'll tell him soon?"

Finn nods. "I'll find the right opportunity."

"All right, Finn," Kylo says quietly as he detangled himself from Finn. "I have to go now...but tell him, okay?"

Finn nods as Kylo turned to exit. "I will,"

Kylo didn't hear the apprehension in the younger man's response as he left.

Hux confronts Finn before the younger man has a chance to tell.

There was a small shred of hope in the general that he had mistaken what he saw. That Finn wasn't keeping secrets from him, lying to him.

"Finn," Hux is staring at the young man from his desk. The general had synced their schedules so they could spend time like this together each week. Hux working, Finn sitting quietly to keep him company. "I'm concerned about some of the things I have been hearing. I wanted to confirm with you before I issue any reprimands."

Finn becomes tense, unsure what the expect. "What is it?"

"Some business about you and Kylo Ren."

Finn's face is frozen and there is panic in his eyes.

"Is it true?" Hux's question is deliberate, exact. "Are you seeing him...romantically?"

"I'm sorry..."

Hux clenches at his pen, almost breaking it in two. "What are you apologizing for? I am not angry with you," Hux voice turns intensely gently, "I'm just scared we're drifting apart, Finn. A year ago, in your wildest dreams, would you have kept a secret from me?"

"No..." Finn's face is one of contemplation.

"Finn, I want to help you--there's nothing I won't do for you," Hux has moved from behind his desk, closing the distance him and his brother. He reaches out towards Finn, pulling as much of the sitting figure as he can into his embrace. He speaks with a disillusioned pain. "You're all I have in this whole universe. The base, the ship. They mean nothing--you're what counts."

He stills in Hux's embrace. Hux is not physically imposing but as he holds Finn, his presence was all-consuming. Like a cage.

The General looks down at Finn, who is sitting with his head facing the floor, eyes clouded with a nervous haze. "Finn, Kylo Ren is prone to violent outburst. I am just worried," Hux gently rests a hand on Finn's shoulder, "Are you sure he's...stable?"

The words strike a chord with Finn. He replies desperately but with a new-found quiet certainty. "Yes...! Yes, I'm sure. I know he is."

Hux picks up on the tone and it startles him. He's never used it before. "Finn," Hux lets out a light laugh, "I'm not fighting you. I just want what's best. It's just, when I think back to that little affair with FN-2154..."

Finn's eyes are wide-open at the name, considering Hux's statement gravely. He's looking up at Hux now, eyes wild in an attempt to explain too many things at once. "No...it's...he wasn't..."

Hux is satisfied with the younger man's flustering. "Don't force yourself, Finn," he coos.

Finn wasn't ready to stop. His voice is steady but hollow, speaking into the air, looking absent-mindedly in front of him: "He wasn't defective. He wasn't."

Finn isn't looking at Hux, not seeing the watchfulness in his face. "I said don't, Finn," Hux roughly pulls Finn even closer to him. "It's hard to come to terms with. But he was a liability, a threat to everything the Order stands for."

"They called him a traitor." Finn replies, choking on the words, "But be wasn't...I know..."

Hux's face contorts in disapproval but his tone stays level, cool. "You understood then that it was necessary to recondition him. You know what he was planning to do, how he was using you. What are you saying?" Hux begins to aimlessly stroke the side of Finn's face and continues in an affectionate whisper, "Why are you trembling?"

Finn pulls out of Hux's hold in a burst of uncoordinated energy. He tries to respond but closes his mouth in favor of pacing. Hux stares at him, face un-changing, his arms lingering where Finn had escaped. The other man moves with considerable agitation until he stops, eyes filled with a mix of apprehension and understanding. "Yes...yes, you're right."

A smile creeps onto the General's lips. Hux hold out his arms, inviting Finn into a comforting embrace. Against his will, Finn automatically walks into brother's open, waiting arms. "It's alright, Finn. It's over now." Hux is almost breathing into Finn's ear when he speaks, his fingers playing along Finn's back. After a moment, he speaks with seemingly sad affection, "I love you, Finn. I am just so scared something will happen. He's so violent."

Finn shakes his head, responding with that same quiet certainty that Hux was beginning to hate. "He won't...I know that."

"If you're sure, Finn, then I support you both. But if he hurts you..."

Finn cuts him off and Hux's heart sinks when he hears the smile in the younger man's voice against his chest. "He won't."

Finn breaks the embrace and the smile on his face is so radiating that Hux can't help but return it. The fact that the smile was because of Kylo Ren filled Hux with a jealousy he couldn't describe. When Hux finally speaks, it comes out desperate, almost begging for a response. "I love you, Finn."

Finn's entire manner has morphed from nervous wreck to bundle of joy as he excitedly gathers his helmet and blaster to head out. Hux's words reach him as he's almost out the door. Finn turns, still beaming, "I know!"

Hux waits until the door shuts before allowing his eyes to grow misty. Hux could only think about how Finn didn't say it back. How Kylo Ren has made it so he doesn't say it back. The fury growing in Hux's core was pacified only by one thought: destroying Kylo Ren.

Only several hours later, Phasma stood at attention, staring at the general who was working without falter at his desk. It was after a brief interlude that he abandoned his work and motioned for the captain to be at ease.

Report to me, captain. There is a matter concerning FN-2187 that must be sorted.

There was an unquenchable sense of dread filling the woman as Hux stared at the screen of her mask, as if looking into her eyes directly. "Sir?" she finally questions, "About FN-2187?"

"Yes, captain," he says, snapped out of his attempt to penetrate the mask. "I believe you would also know FN-2187 by his alternative designation. I see you have accessed his personal profile in the past."

Phasma nods. "Yes, sir, for regular updates. I had noticed he was your kin but it has no bearing in how I treat him, sir."

"That's fine, captain, I didn't want it any other way," he gives a strict nod. "However, I now must ask you to."

"What?" she replies in surprise. Phasma regains her composure quickly as Hux's gaze narrows in irritation, "What is is you want me to do, sir?"

"Finn is all I have and he's growing up," Hux's face is creased with dissatisfaction at the admittance. His words come out harshly, "I want my relationship with him to stay on par. I don't want to needlessly antagonize him if I don't have to."

Phasma shifts uncomfortably. "What is it you want me to do?"

"Keep Finn away from Kylo Ren. Do it in any way you see fit." Hux's look is sharp. "Captain, I don't care how."

Phasma gives a military nod. She lingers in front of Hux's desk for a few moments, watching the General resume the work he had set aside. She hesitates, not wishing to interrupt, "Sir, it was none of my concern prior to this but I feel it necessary to mentioned now. It's been circulating amongst the FN squadron that Lord Ren and FN-2187 have been sharing quarters as of late."

Phasma's words hit Hux in the worst way. He jolts to a pause and slowly lifts his eyes to look at the captain then, as if to rectify the display of emotion, he looks back down at his papers and resumes his work. "Is this confirmed or speculative?"

The heavy atmosphere in the room and the eery calmness of Hux's voice her wish she had never spoken. "FN-2187 himself shared the fact with FN-2003. It was overhead by several people."

"I see." Hux's statement was cold and crisp, "You have your instructions, Captain, so unless you have anything else to say, you are dismissed."

Grateful, Phasma turns on her heel and quietly exits.

*

"FN-2187."

Finn, fresh from a sparring session with FN-2199, stands at attention as he turns to his captain. Phasma inspects the man in front of her and for once, she felt a bit of uneasiness at following her orders. FN-2187 had been under her command since he first came aboard the ship three years ago along with a new cohort of graduates from the Stormtrooper program. An exceptional 'trooper Phasma had noted after a few weeks of training, but she had noticed early on that his attitude towards combat was unsatisfactory. He was too sympathetic; unable to pull the trigger of his blaster without hesitation. Outside of simulations, she constantly found him assisting less adequate 'troopers such as FN-2199, or "Slip" as FN-2187 frequently calls him, during training maneuvers.

Phasma was not an uncaring person but her devotion to the Order came first and a 'trooper with FN-2187's characteristics needed to be reprogrammed before corrupting the unit. However, her attempts at getting FN-2187 reprogrammed were all futile: constantly intercepted and overruled by General Hux himself. This particular aspect piqued the captain's interest and a look a closer look at FN-2187's personal profile revealed a quick answer.

Under alternative designations, in glaring green letters, the words Finn Hux reflected off her pad.

The revelation came as a surprise as the 'trooper had always seemed tense around the general. It was not her place to speculate on their family relationship but Phasma couldn't help recall how Hux had always taken a special interest in FN-2187. She tried not to remember that queasy feeling she felt when Hux, after observing trainings, would get a little too close to FN-2187. Phasma knew of certain officers that would pick a "favorite" subordinate, but it had never happened on any of her assignments. Her anxiety was relieved when Hux stopped attending trainings and FN-2187 didn't seem to receive any preferential treatment.

"Captain?"

Finn's curious inquiry seemed to being the captain back to the situation at hand. "Yes," Phasma eased back into herself, "I am assigning you to the beta cycle duty."

Finn is staring at the captain in a state of mild shock. The night cycle duty was typically reserved for new 'troopers and older troopers that couldn't hold their own. It consisted of menial tasks like sanitation work and equipment cleaning. "Captain, may I request the reason for this change?"

Phasma is glad for her mask because the expression on her face betrayed the cool briskness of her response, "No," she turns to leave, "You begin immediately."

Phasma heads straight to her room afterward. She feels sick.

When Kylo Ren hears about Finn's duty reassignment, he knows it was Hux's doing.

"I'm glad I found you, Ben," Finn sighs into his chest. He's sought Kylo out, forgoing his evening rations to spend the little time with his lover. "I don't know why this is happening. It's like the universe is trying to keep us apart."

Kylo scoffs harshly. "I would hardly call Hux the universe."

"What?" Finn tenses. "What do you mean Hux? Why are you bringing up my brother? Ben--"

"Finn, you must see that it's Hux. The ship reassignment--"

"He did that before he even knew about us."

"He probably knew about it before he let on," Kylo retorts calmly, "He's gathered some more intel and figured out we spend nights together. Now he's ordered Phasma to reassign you."

"No," the younger man breaths out in horror, "Ben, stop saying things like this. Please, you have no proof. Hux said he supports us."

"Finn..." the knight replies softly. "I know you suspect it, too."

"Hux has only ever done what's best for me. He thinks you'll hurt me," Finn's voice is ragged, shaking. He speaks so quietly into Kylo's chest, the older man suspects the words were more for the 'trooper's sake than his own. "He's worried, he worries too much. He always tries to protect me. He loves me...Hux would never hurt me."

"Finn!" Kylo shakes the younger man out of the daze he'd fallen into. "You have to confront him. If you don't, he'll just continue running your life.

"He doesn't run my life. He supports me when I want to do somethi--" Finn replies frantically.

"Like the flight academy?" Kylo interrupts bitterly. His tone softens as he lifts Finn's face to meet his eyes. "I'll talk to him, Finn. Don't worry. I'll clear up any misunderstandings he may have."

*

His meeting with Hux was not going as planned.

"I am not here as Kylo Ren or as Snoke apprentice," Ren's voice is calm, "I am here as a guy who happens to love your brother."

"That's fine," Hux says almost too affably for the ironic smirk that is playing on his lips. "Let's just be sure you don't 'happen' into another unfortunate situation." Kylo stops dead. Then, strangely and dangerously he picks up Hux's smile as all of his suspensions were confirmed. Meanness still flickers around Hux's mouth as he speaks, "So you understand?"

Kylo's tone is harshly agreeable through his smile. "Perfectly."

"Then you'd be best to tell Finn you won't be seeing him anymore," Hux commands with a satisfactory hum.

"I won't be doing that, General," Kylo's own smile doesn't falter, "I think I'll put in another request for Finn's transfer to the second search vessel after all. And when that one is rejected, I'll send another. And another. And another until you have to approve of it."

Hux sighs in frustration, the situation already settled in his mind. "Finn is needed aboard this vessel, Ren. The Finalizer needs him--"

Kylo halts his desire to call Hux a liar to his face as he interjects. "Why don't you just admit that the Finalizer doesn't need Finn, it's you that needs him. You can't seem to stand the thought of Finn standing on his own two feet and interacting with people who aren't you. Do you even realize how you've isolated him from the others? How lonely he is?"

Hux nearly cuts Kylo off, grinding his teeth as he speaks. "Lonely? He has me. He's never alone."

"Being with you is worse than being alone. Finn can't even be himself around you." Kylo's voice is tinged with a distinctly sad realization. "His whole existence is trying to please you..."

Hux's anger dulls as he considers Kylo's last statement. A shiver goes up his spine and his voice comes out soft, gentle, almost trance-like: "Did Finn say that himself?"

Hux is in a daze, a smile threatening to form on his face. He's muttering something softly under his breath about Finn but Ren can't make it out. The knight simply stares at the General in a quiet horror.

Ren walks swiftly past the General towards his room. Just as Kylo reaches his door, he finally hears Hux's whisper: "I love Finn more than anyone could ever fathom."

The words send a chill up Kylo's back as the doors open in front of him.

*

Finn's hears entire fight between Ren and his brother from around the corner.

His face drops in horror as he realizes Ren was right.

*

Finn is practically catatonic, lying motionlessly. He's known, deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew. But he didn't want to believe. And now, beside his bed, unrelenting, Hux sat, one hand neatly intertwined with one of Finn's.

"Finn?" Kylo says softly from the door. The body on the bed stirs at the sound, relief and dread in his eyes.

Hux turned slowly, softly thumbing circles into Finn's hand. "Ren, he's not ready for visitors. He's ill."

The knight promptly ignored him as he approached the bed. "What's wrong, Finn?"

Hux gritted his teeth. "Perhaps something you did or said in one of your uncontrollable tantrums?"

The accusation that the 'trooper's state was somehow his fault caused the knight's blood to boil. "Or perhaps it's something you did, General?"

There is a knowing glance between the two men, going back to their last conservation. "You should leave, Ren."

"I'll leave if Finn asks," Ren replies.

Hux snaps a look to Kylo and bites his tongue. His eyes trail to Finn before he addresses Kylo, "Can't you see the injured party here is Finn? Look at him: he's a bundle of nerves. He can't take this excitement," Hux continues balefully, "Or will I be hearing next that I don't have my brother's welfare at heart?"

"No, you're right. Why don't we ask Finn what he thinks about all this? What does he want?" Kylo's voice goes soft, trying to invoke an air of hope and gentle support, "Finn?"

Hux's mouth tightens, feeling the flow of the conversation shifting in an unfavorable direction. "Finn, naturally, is free to say anything that is on his mind. Go on, Finn." Hux reveals a gentle smile of his own as he clasps Finn's shoulder with his free hand, "Say what you think, Finn."

Kylo's look is defiant, his face twisting with anger. "Those 'Finns' sound like veiled threats. Why don't you stop daring him to speak?"

Finn's nervous eyes dart between the two men. "Just stop," His voice is deathly calm and filled with an unfocused fatigue, "It's enough already. I just want to sleep."

"That's fine, Finn." Hux is smiling, knowing he's won the round. "We'll both leave you now. Just rest."

Hux leans into Finn, placing a kiss on Finn's cheek dangerously close to the corner of his mouth. Finn doesn't react, taking the affection passively.

Finn shoots Kylo a sad, defeated look a moment later. "Finn..." Kylo is nearly mournful.

Hux catches the exchange and looks coldly in Kylo's direction. "Let's go, Ren."

When the pair exit Finn's quarters, they wait silently until the door shuts. Kylo turns to face Hux, struggling to control his breathing, anger and hate dancing in his eyes.

Hux laughs sardonically. "If looks could kill, I'd be dead. Is there something you want from me?"

Kylo shakes his head, speaking slowly. "I couldn't care about you at all," Kylo glances behind him, "My interest, if it's not to late, is Finn...to undo what you've done to him."

"And what have I done to him? Other than protect him? Take care of him?" Hux turns fully towards Kylo and stares at him with unadulterated malice, "You have no idea what we've been through together. More importantly, you don't seem to understand that you're a passing phase. Do you think you're the first man that he thought he loved? You're just another one in a parade of people who have made the mistake of trying to get between my brother and I."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Finn did really love those people? That maybe they loved him?" The knight calms down a bit, "I don't want to get between you two, I know Finn loves you. He thinks the world of you. But if you continue on like this, Finn'll notice and the image of his perfect big brother will be shattered," Kylo reflects on the man in front of him and continues in a whisper with a distinct mix of sadness and bitterness, "It would crush him to find out what you really are."

Ren turned to leave but before he did, he turned back to look at the general "If he doesn't already know."

*

It happened so quickly, Hux wasn't sure how he could stop it.

Hux hears the prisoner escaped. It annoyed the General but it was inconsequential. But when he heard that Finn was with him, Hux goes blind with fury. He walks quietly off the bridge before the officer finishes his report.

He found Kylo in his quarters, without his mask and staring out the broad glass window near the right of the door. Hux stood with clenched fists and waited for the knight to acknowledge his presence.

"Are you satisfied?" Hux practically screams. When there is no reply, he repeats. "Are you satisfied, Ren?!"

Kylo looks at Hux out of the corner of his eye. "Yeah."

Hux's fist smashes into Kylo's face and the other man stumbles before falling to the ground. Hux's face is red and he kicks repeatedly at the mess of black robes on the floor. "What have you done? Do you even realize? You could have killed him! Do you understand? He could be dead!"

Hux continues his assault until he has no more strength. His eyes are wild and Kylo doesn't need the Force to feel the remaining anger and betrayal. "I finally understood. You had him twisted around your finger so tight that there was no way he could begin to unravel himself while you were there, scheming and twisting and retwisting." Kylo begins to laugh uncontrollably. "Do you know? He came up with the plan! He wanted to be away from you. He realized what a sick, inhumane being you are!"

"Liar! He loves me!" Hux is hysterical and Kylo doesn't stop laughing. Hux rushes to the comm on the opposite side of the door and orders a deployment of troops to scour the wreckage. He looks back at Kylo, still on the floor, his body gently vibrating from residual laughter. "I will find him, Kylo Ren. He'll be back home and the moment the Supreme Leader is done with you, I will personally kill you."

The knight smiles to himself after Hux leaves. He feels it: Finn's warm presence through the Force. He's safe.

He's free.

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Omg omg this was absolutely so good.

This is terrifying. I love it.

Now I'm curious too.

This is genius and I love it. I love how it's infused with Kylo Ren's dissapointment and self-doubt. Rey is going to make everything okay again and it's glorious.

I love this so much. They're all so cute. I love bb!Hux desperate for attention and being fascinated by all the foods he isn't allowed to have. And Finn and Poe watching over him is just so sweet. I also adore how Phasma thinks she has to be tough and mature but deep down she's just a regular kid like anyone else, she just has to let herself show it.

Hopefully, you like it! :)

*

"Kriff!"

A barrage of blaster fire shot past the makeshift hideout of crates, conveniently stacked in the hallway, followed by the march of tens of Stormtroopers towards the pilots exact position.

Poe Dameron has had worse days but this day was definitely working it's way into his top ten list. Alarms blaring, making his eyes ring, alerting a whole ship of enemy combatants of his conspicuous presence on the ship. He's out of ammo, wounded and has no clue how to get out of this damn place. With the footsteps growing louder and louder, the pilot takes a deep breath, clutches at his blaster and makes a dash for the corner, praying to whatever deity would listen to him that there wasn't something waiting there to shoot him point blank.

Poe made the sharp turn, eyes trained on the gang of 'trooper's readying themselves to shoot at him again. Everything seemed to go in slow motion -- Poe's realized that's how things always seemed to feel when he was in mortal danger -- only to speed up again when he violently collides with a figure that seemed to be turning the corner at the same time. The pilot cursed and pointed his blaster at the man who stumbled backwards due to Poe's refusal to fall backwards and become an open target.

The pilot had realized long ago that people underestimate his abilities outside the cockpit but Poe always proves that he's a solider through and through. He does a quick mental examination of the man: civilian clothing, young, and most importantly, no blaster. The dark-haired man didn't like to play dirty but he kept the blaster pointed at the man on the floor. It's not like he knew Poe was out of ammo. "Get up," he said in a hurry, hearing the approaching footsteps and figuring he has about twenty seconds until they become a hail of blaster fire. The younger man looked at the pilot with disdain, still nursing the injuries he sustained from the collision. Poe made a small noise of frustration at the non-action, glancing fervently behind him. With more urgency, the pilot raised his voice, "Now!"

Slowly, the man arose, hands lifted in the air in surrender. Poe sighed in relief. So far, so good. He wasn't sure what kind of bargaining power he could get out of this man, but if they can escape these 'troopers then his guy could potentially be his ticket off this boat. "Okay, now you are going to lead me somewhere safe, where I can hide," Precious seconds pass. The never-ending alarm reminds Poe he is in a kriffing hurry. "Now, quickly! Or else I'll shoot you dead!" The pilot hoped his look didn't betray the lack of sincerity in his threat.

The civilian bit his lip. There was a complicated mix of irritation, contempt, and skepticism in his countenance but Poe knew the exact moment the man relented. "All rig --"

It seems the man had taken just enough time to respond -- maybe on purpose -- because the sound footsteps became louder than the siren blaring right by Poe's ear. "Freeze, prisoner!" A disembodied voice rang out loudly in the, now-familiar, muffled voice of a Stormtrooper.

Kriff it all, Poe sighs. It's not really the last thought the pilot would like to have but it's an honest one.

At least, Poe thought it would be his final thought. It takes a whole five seconds for the pilot to notice he is not riddled with bullet holes and saying what would be totally badass last words. The Stormtrooper's were all in attack positions, fingers on the trigger, ready to shoot. But...just not. Were they broken or something? Run out of batteries? Then, slowly but surely, Poe realizes. Realizes the only thing different about his current situation (no blaster-fire) and his situation before (lots of blaster fire) was this random guy he'd bumped into.

The same guy Poe still has a blaster pointed at.

Oh, thank Force, someone is looking out for me. Poe smirked, mostly in relief rather than confidence, before quickly grabbing one of his prisoner's still raised arms and gently twisting it behind their back. He repositions the blaster to the young man's temple, which elicited a hiss from the newly-designated human shield. "Okay, everyone!" Poe exclaimed, his voice on the cusp of self-assurance. "One more step and he'll get it. Weapons down, now."

After a few tentative (and what the pilot knew were unsure) looks, the 'troopers obeyed the command, placing the blasters at their feet and repeating the young man's gesture of surrender. Woah. Poe cleared his throat. "Well, that's...that's good," he managed. He was far too taken aback to formulate his next move as quickly as he normally would have. He moved his head slightly so his mouth was right beside his hostage's ear. "You're going to take me to a ship hangar, okay?" he whispered, stealing glances at the white statues in front of him. "And get me on a ship."

The younger man narrowed his eyes in contemplation. He could pull some maneuver, pull Poe in the open so his comrades could turn the pilot into an obituary in tomorrow's Resiatance bulletin. He dug the blaster deeper into the man's temple. "Now."

The civilian's nose bunched up in disgust. "Behind you, the way I came. End of the hall. I know the codes."

"Good," Poe nodded, face stern. He's able to think clearly now, swiftly. "But we're gonna walk backwards, nice and slowly, because your friends over there look a little too jittery for my comfort."

The younger man grunted as Poe tightened his gripe, guiding his hostage back in small steps. The pilot's head almost rotated in a full circle as he checked behind him for any hazards and to ensure that the 'troopers in front of him didn't get any wise ideas about picking up their blasters.

It was a completely surreal experience as they travelled down the corridor. Other units arrived, intercepted them in the numerous adjacent hallways to the corridor but one glance (Poe assumes -- he can't really see what they are looking at) at the civilian and they froze in place. The officers Poe encounters on his way down strangely seemed to want nothing to do with the situation -- most averted their eyes or walked back into whatever room they had just exited when the pair make their way towards them.

Poe's left eyebrow is continuously lifted as they transverse the remaining distance. What in the world is happening right now?

They reach the room the young man indicated and he punches in a code, but not before shooting a deathly glare at the pilot. Poe wasn't sure who the kriff this guy was but clearly he was someone that no one on this ship wants to see hurt. But, in a bizarre turn of events, also a person no one seems to want anything to do with.

The maintenance crew in the hangar, who seem to be a mix of mechanics and pilots themselves, didn't notice the pair slink in quietly even as the alarm trickled in the open door. In comparison to the hallway, the hangar seemed soundproof and the people completely disinterested in whatever is happening outside the door. Not in their job description to hunt down intruders, I guess.

In the silence, Poe instinctively put a hand of the younger man's mouth. No need for him to scream at the most critical --and quietest -- part of his plan. He had to manage to get in a TIE fighter while keeping this bargaining chip. Because as soon as the young man manages to escape, he has Force knows how long before ten infantries -- and however many reinforcements they called in the meantime -- come storming in from just outside the hangar in a violent wave.

"Mman uum pie mn kai mmihter?"

Poe's head whirled to get a better look at the prisoner. The man's eyes, topped with eyebrows furrowed in a deep yet silent rage, are strained to look at Poe's face behind him. "What?" he replied in confusion before lifting part of his hand.

"I said, can you fly a TIE fighter?" The younger man hissed.

"I can fly anything."

"Fine, then hurry and pick one so I can go," he snarled.

"I will. Gimme a second," Poe maintained his look of seriousness and contemplation. He couldn't actually blame the man for being a bit pissed off. He was just minding his business before got tangled up in Poe's amazing escape. The pilot leads the man to an unmanned TIE tighter. They'd have ten seconds to open the hatch of the ship. That'll give their position away and cause a bit of trouble, Poe is sure of that much.

It wasn't until they reach the ship that Poe finally speaks again. "I am sorry for having to dig the blaster into your temple. You know how it is..."

"Whether that's genuine sympathy or not..." the younger man began. The pilot expected some barb or cutting remark but the civilian sighed as if he couldn't help muster the strength to say what he was going to. "Are you going to get in or not? Surely, the men outside the door are formulating a new plan of attack."

The pilot observed the man for a second. The way he bit his lip, the look of superiority and absolute confidence that he'll be just fine regardless of what happens. What was this guy?

"The code for the outer hangar door is inputted on the top left near the exhaust, 362187. It will open both the door to the launch area and to this area for exactly 20 seconds each in order, one by one," he continued in the silence that Poe's lack of response left.

"Isn't this treason?" Poe questioned. "You can come with me, you know. If they're going to hurt you here for what you're do --"

"May I remind you that I am a hostage?" the man interrupted calmly. "It's not like I am doing this by my own volition. Save your ridiculous Resistance propaganda for when you don't have a blaster to my head."

"Right..." Poe frowned, rolling his eyes before glancing at the TIE fighter. Well, here goes nothing.

If Poe Dameron were re-telling the story, he wouldn't use that phrase exactly because once he releases his hostage to climb into the ship, all hell breaks loose in the hangar. For one thing, the man kriffing screams the word 'intruder' just before Poe can grab the man again. Second, the younger man was right: there were hundreds of 'troopers waiting to rush in and they did, shooting recklessly under the assumption that their golden boy was safe. Last of all -- and, by now, Poe had nearly forgotten that he was dragging a kicking and screaming humanoid adult male into the TIE fighter so people would stop shooting at him for one kriffing moment -- the pilot sees something distinct in the storm of white suits. A menacing dark figure, stark and towering. The same figure that had less than an hour ago violently invaded his thoughts and left him for dead.

Kylo kriffing Ren. But why? If Poe was a cockier man, he would have assumed that the Master of the Knights of Ren had made this special little trip just for him. But as the hatch of the TIE fighter closed, engines roaring loudly amongst the chaos, Poe's eyes focused less on the quickly closing gates in front of them and more on Kylo Ren's furiously outstretched arm behind them in the small outer mirror. There were small tugs pulling the ship back but Poe kicked the ship into overdrive, just barely making it through the hangar door and out the launch pad door before it clamped down on itself.

For the first time in what felt like forever, there was silence. Absolute, no alarms silence.

As calm, glittering darkness engulfed the ship, the pilot couldn't shake the feeling he felt gazing into the knight's blank mask. The feign that Kylo Ren might have -- maybe, if it's possible, probably, it's the only reason Poe can think of but it couldn't be, could it? -- made that journey for the pilot's new almost-forgotten, unconscious, bullet-proof cargo.

That terrible feeling when you find all the mistakes you somehow didn't notice during the read through. OTL.

This was good, I can't wait for more :3

I am writing because this prompt is amazing and I really hope someone else will write this, too.

* * *
Poe snuck into their bedroom well-after Finn had fallen asleep. A silent as a mouse, the pilot kicked off his shoes, peeled off a dirty, sweat-dried shirt and squirmed out of his pants, all while his eyes never stopped staring at the sleeping mass on the bed. His waistband had bit an ashy furrow into his chestnut skin, which hurt in that vague way belatedly discovered wounds do, but the pilot was tired and just tired and too tired to care about anything other than crawling into bed and holding Finn's chest against his back, listening to the younger man breath softly against him.

Once he eagerly removed his underwear, Poe was wearing nothing but his newly grown beard. He'd been gone for two week on some backwater planet -- if it could be called that, considering it made Jakku look like a paradise. But it didn't matter now because he was back home with Finn, his Finn, in their comfortable bed. Together.

Poe slipped into his normal spot and pulled one of Finn's arms around his waist as he settled in. He'd missed this. Missed being together, missed Finn's embrace and firm chest against his back.

Most of all, he'd just missed Finn.

* * *

Finn awakens to an unfamiliar smell.

In his morning haze, his eyes unwilling to open fully and acknowledge consciousness, he groped at the warm body pressed against his own. The former Stormtrooper lets out a pleasurable moan as he recognizes the contours. Poe's back, Finn grins. A new rush of excitement allows his eyelids to defy the mystical force of morning's increased gravity.

But the body pressed against his is not Poe's. The Resistance recruit's heart first stops then speeds up at an incredible rate. All of his movements still -- his blood stops rushing and his mind empties, and for a few moments, Finn has to remind himself to breath. Breath against long, messy dark hair. Hair that Finn knows must be sprawled across a face that is gaunt, with a long nose and a shapely jaw, vicious lips and large empty eyes that stare at you like you're filthy, pathetic, and worthless. Hair that Finn knows he can make himself breath calmly against because he's forced himself to do it many times in the past.

But why here? In his and Poe's bed? In their room? On this base?

That's right, Finn assures himself. He's on the Resistance base. This isn't the Finalizer or Starkiller or the Arkanis Base or the training facilities on Ior IV or. . .or. . .Finn let's out a choked sob, rising without subtly. With little coordination, he stumbles over Poe, kicking the the older man awake in the process, and heads to the 'fresher. He gently closes the door behind him before Poe can fully comprehend the situation.

There is a knock on the door and Poe's voice bubbles through. He's grinning. "Hey, buddy, I'm back,"

Finn is slumped on the other side of the door, knees drawn beneath his chin. He's controlling his breathing like Dr. Kalonia taught him, in. . .out. . .in. . .out. "Welcome back, Poe," he musters before Poe gets too suspicious. Finn drags himself up to the facet and turns the water on before easing himself back to the floor. "How was your trip?"

"Disgusting, I'll tell you all about it after..." Poe is grinning. Oh, Force, he's probably smiling brightly. Finn has to get it together. Has to smile for Poe. "I'll tell you after I make up for two weeks of agonizing Finnlessness."

Finn gets up slowly and turns the water off after splashing his face a few times. He's ready. He's okay. He can open the door. It's still Poe's face. This is just an attack, Dr. Kalonia said it's normal. But Finn's hand is shaking as he grips the doorknob and his mind is playing a dirty trick, warning him that Kylo Ren is waiting for him if he opens it. Go away, Poe. Please. Go away, go away, go aw --

Finn doesn't mean it, of course not. He tell himself that as he grips tightly on the knob with a firm hand and opens the door wide with a deep breath. It's Poe, just Poe. Undeniably Poe. With a new plush beard, uncomfortably long and messy hair, and a smile so wide his face creases where hair isn't covering. "Hey, buddy. Long time no see," he says, leaning in to snake his arms around Finn's waist. He pressed a soft kiss to Finn's lips. "Do you like the new Poe Dameron?"

Finn smiles. Just Poe. He cautiously runs his hands through Poe's hair. Curlier that Ren's hair, a little lighter, too. It's different. "Beard is itchy but hot," Finn replies. He dips into Poe for another kiss, this one harder in his new-found relief. "But the new Poe Dameron stinks. Go shower before that stench permanently sticks to your skin,"

"You don't find my musk to be an aphrodisiac?" Finn vehemently shakes his head with a laugh and a 'no way'. Poe pouts with a restrained grin, "Fine, I'll shower. But only if you join me,"

Yup, it's just Poe. "Of course, Commander."

* * *

Poe shaves his beard that morning but doesn't bother to cut his hair. "I kind of like it long," Finn overhears Poe explain to some other pilot. The attacks only get worse from there. Poe had lost weight, his face thinner, his features more prominent. With his new haircut, he looked like Kylo Ren if Finn wasn't focusing hard enough.

And Finn didn't have the opportunity to focus hard enough because Poe seems to have taken up a new hobby: surprise Finn everywhere he could. The black mess of hair would creep slowly, stealthily, into view and the younger man found his breath hitching before realization set in. I'm on the Resistance base, he's not here, I'm surrounded by friends. . .

His vision was consumed by patchy darkness in the hallway that afternoon. There were hands over his eyes. "Guess who?" was a gruff voice.

A cold fear washed over the young man. That voice sounded like. . .no, it's his mind playing tricks again. I'm on the Resistance base, he's not here, I'm surrounded by friends. . . "P-Poe?" he breathed out shakily, hopefully. Finn chides himself in not sounding more enthusiastic.

Poe slides his hands off his boyfriend's eyes slowly and without a word. He shifts -- just slightly to get in front of Finn -- and out of the corner of his eye, Finn sees the resemblance more clearly than he's ever seen it before. It's not different, it's not different, oh Force, it's not different.

The alarms were blaring in his mind but sense reminded him, reassured him, that he was safe. This was Poe. "Buddy? Finn? Are you okay?" There was concern in every word and in every little line on Poe's face.

Finn hadn't realized he'd shut his eyes until he focused on Poe's voice. He cracked them open to get a glimpse at the pilot's face. His heart ached at the sight. How could he possible think Poe was --- "I'm fine, Poe!" he smiles, a hand reaching to stroke a prickly cheek. "Just got lost in my own thoughts,"

"Finn," the reply was stern. "You sounded. . .scared. . ." The last word trickled out of him like it had punched him in the gut. Like he realized Finn was scared of him.

"I wasn't, really," Finn reassures. He wasn't. He would never be scared of Poe. It was Kylo Ren he was afraid of. . .yet the whole situation triggered something in Finn, something he was sure he'd worked through after he came to the Resistance, something Dr. Kalonia had told him was a by-product of his experience: his need to please.

A tiny voice, long buried but rising from it's grave in the outer reaches of his mind, called out, reminded: Kylo Ren always forgave me if I begged for forgiveness. Finn wanted Poe to forgive him, to stop looking so heartbroken for just one second. "I'm sorry. I knew I should have been more enthusiastic. I'm so sorry, Poe. I'll do better next time, I swe ---"

"Why are you apologizing, buddy?" Poe says, unsure if he should draw the younger man in or back away to give him space. "What's wrong, Finn? Please. I want to help,"

Help. Yes, he's being ridiculous. Poe wants to help Finn, not hurt him. He stares shell-shocked at Poe still. The older man's face is turned to the side, desperately scanning the area for something, his hair covering most of his profile. For a moment, it's not longer Poe who is gripping his arms. It's him.

"Oh, Force," Finn mutters. He finds only one of his weaker voices. "Poe?"

"Buddy?" Poe focuses all of his attention of Finn. His gaze is intense.

"Please, I have to be by myself."

Poe's eyes widen and he finally makes the decision to release the younger man. "Yeah, of course, Finn. Take your time,"

Finn's sure Poe meant to smile through the pain but it probably wouldn't have fit between the surprise and confusion on his face.

* * *

"Finn, it's absolutely normal," Dr. Kalonia says calmly, pouring herself another cup of tea. "It was a traumatic, long-term experience. You can't expect it to just go away even if you engage in a healthy relationship afterward. It's a healing process."

Finn sat across from her at the small table in the her quarters. He nervously played with the hem of the embroidered tablecloth. "But I'm anxious around Poe. He's nothing like him. It's just. . ."

"Yes?" she encourages after a moment.

"It's when I see him from the corner if my eye. . .since he came back, you see. . .he looks like him. Just for a second, then I know it's Poe again."

The doctor hums in thought. "His appearance is triggering some memory of your past experience with. . ." she trails. Could she say it without hurting the young man more than he was? Treat Kylo Ren as a 'he who shall not be named'? As much as she liked to believe he experienced in life have trained her to be an amateur psychologist, she had no formal training. They were short-staffed as it is and she was all the Resistance had in terms of a professional in the field. "Him."

"The hair," Finn whispers.

"Hair?" she repeats, trying to decipher the code. She's never seen the Knight of Ren unmasked, never seen his face. Few have. But Finn has probably seen it in intimate detail, multiple times. It's a face that terrifies him more than the mask. Hair. Kylo Ren must have hair like Poe's now. It probably was what Finn focused on, the only thing he could make out when the knight made him. . .when Finn was being forced to. . .

The doctor finds herself putting her tea cup down slowly. War is rough. She's seen many things, heard bad stories, treated worse things. But the doctor didn't like to admit she had a weak heart. She didn't like the image of Finn, her friend, being sexually assaulted by the knight in her head.

Finn notices her long silence and shifts in his seat. "Poe's hair grew out a lot. And I -- Doctor, he likes it long. I don't want to tell him to cut it, it's not fair. Poe shouldn't have to adjust his whole kriffing life all the time because he has a broken boyfriend!"

"Finn. . ."

Finn stood abruptly, chair legs screeching against the floor. "He's already made so many sacrifices for me! He's always so understanding, he never complains! Now he can't even grow out his hair because I can't kriffing get my act together?"

Finn bites his lip to hold back tears as her looked at the doctor, then at the wall. "Finn, please," the doctor rises also, walking towards the younger man and taking him into her arms. "Poe adores you. He doesn't see them as burdensome sacrifices. I know this because I know he loves you. Just speak with Poe, okay? Remember your the techniques and, Finn?"

"Yes?" The answer was choked.

"It's a hard this for anyone do this, I know. People have died in my arms and all I could think was 'what could I have done? what did I do wrong? why didn't I get here sooner?'" she whispers, just loud enough for Finn to hear. "You have to try to not blame yourself for what happened. We live in a vast universe, interconnected and mysterious in so many ways, it's never just one person's fault. It'll only hurt more if you try to take on the burden of everyone's sins, Finn."

He nods. "I'll try, doctor. I'll. . .I'll talk to Poe, too. Finally tell him."

Finn finds Poe in their room. He's sitting so quietly on the bed that the younger man had thought the room was empty. The pilot's hair is tied back, eyes fixed on a nondescript point of the floor. In his arms, he's loosely holding the jacket he's given to Finn.

"Poe?" Finn says softly from the doorway.

The pilot jumps, roused out of whatever thought he was in. His grip on the jacket tightened in the process. Poe's eyes flickered over to Finn. He's forcing himself to smile. "Hey, buddy. You doing okay? They told me you went to medical but I went to check on you and you weren't there,"

"I went to the doctor's quarters with her to talk," he explains, sitting beside Poe's slumped figure.

"Finn, I -- whatever I did, I'm sorry," Poe says in a rush, "I shouldn't have gone on that mission for two weeks. It was non-essential, anyone could have done it. Kriff, you're upset, aren't you? From the moment I woke up, I sensed something was wrong. You're avoiding me, flinching when I get close, moving away when I lean in to kiss you. . ."

Finn's mouth goes dry. He hadn't noticed any of that other stuff.

"Kriff, Finn," Poe's eyes are wet now. Oh no. "If it's not the mission. . ." Poe stops himself. He doesn't want to say it. Doesn't want it to be true. "Then it's someone else, isn't it?"

"No, no one else," Finn starts rapidly. He wants to reassure Poe, make him smile and feel good. "No one else, Poe. Except. . ."

Poe finally lifts his head to meet Finn's eyes. They're shining with un-fallen tears, brightly even in the terrible artificial light. "Except?"

"Kylo Ren."

"What?" The response was mindless, visceral. Poe collects himself, pupils shaking slightly in horror. "Finn, did he. . .were you. . .kriff!" The exclamation was soft, exasperated, exhausted, and horrified all at once.

Finn sucks in a breath. "You look similar to him. . .from the corner of my eye, only something, quickly, for a flash," Finn sped up when Poe's face twisted in mortification at the admission. "But, Poe, I love you so much. I don't care, I'll work through it. . ."

Poe's look didn't change as he reaches into his pocket. A utility holder emerges. The pilot flips out the small knife and reaches behind his head, gripping the end of his bun. With two cuts, Poe cut it off and threw it on the floor along with the knife in exhaustion. They sat in silence for a moment, looking at where the hair had scattered across the floor. "I didn't cut it because I thought you liked it. When you ran your hands through it you looked so happy. I am such an kriffing idiot, Finn."

"I was happy to see you, Poe."

"I'll kill Kylo Ren," he says after a minute, "With my own hands. No planes, no blasters, no weapons. Nothing but my hands around his throa --"

"Poe," Finn interrupts softly. He runs is hand through the messily cut ends of Poe's hair. "That's not you. You're too kind,"

The darkness in Poe's eyes seems to slowly dissipate. "Thank you, Finn," he leans his head on Finn's shoulder, "But I mean it. If he was here, I wouldn't be able to stop myself. . ."

Silence filled the room, disrupted only by slowly evening breaths.

"I love you, Poe. I'm sorry I didn't say anything before."

"Don't be sorry, buddy. But please," the words were stuck in his throat, "please tell me if. . .if something like this happens. I never want to hurt you, Finn. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. You've given up so much for me."

Finn's eyes widen and he whispers a small denial before Poe cranes his neck to kiss him gently. The pilot smiles, bright and happy and relieved, "That was the first time you've said 'I love you', you know?"

"Was it?" He did. He did love Poe.

"Yeah," another kiss, then suddenly Poe's lips were everywhere. Poe was on top of him. Poe's stubble tickled against his cheek. Poe was whispering in his ear. "I love you, too, Finn."

Poe was different. Poe loved him, cared for him, would never hurt him. And Finn wanted to care for Poe, sacrifice for him, touch him, sleep with him, be with him forever. Poe wasn't like Kylo Ren -- didn't even look like him now that Finn can see clearly, a mist weight lifted from his mind with his confession. Poe was soft even with hard features, his eyes were alive and bright, and most distinctly, Poe was warm, inside and out. How could he even has mistaken them? He should know Kylo Ren could never touch him again. Even if he did manage to capture him again -- if Ren acted on his threat from Takodana -- he wouldn't be the same man. He'd fight. Kylo Ren will not control him ever again.

The pilot laid kisses over Finn's chest, clumsily lifting Finn's shirt underneath his chin. He's whispering against the younger man's skin: beautiful, love you, Finn. Finn's gaze wandered down and, from his angle, the only thing visible was a mess of badly cut hair.

It's Poe. His Poe. Soft, and gentle and kind and loving.

Finn smiled. Everything is okay.

Love it! Can't wait for the rest.

It wasn’t often that Kylo was in the officer’s exercise facilities because he preferred his own room Hux had (begrudgingly) given to him. However, sometimes he found the bright, gleaming room a welcome change from his own dark chambers. That, and he knew Hux trained here every morning.

His eyes tracked the General running laps with Phasma as Kylo went through some hand-to-hand combat moves against a droid. Although he was strong in the Force, his Master cautioned him not to rely on it as his only source of power. Even he wasn’t immune to Force dampeners.

The droid beeped at him as if to say pay attention, and Kylo brought his arm up to block an attack followed by a leg sweep. It was easy enough to get into a fast, hard rhythm of blocking, attacking, and letting out all the pent up energy he’s been feeling. Perhaps a little too much. The droid he’d been sparring with went careening back from a hard hit, going through a racked set of weights, and into a wall.

“What was the point of me acquisitioning more droids for you if you’re going to insist on breaking officer ones?” Hux complained.

Kylo flicked his sweaty bangs out of his eyes as he settled into a neutral stance. “I needed something new to train against.” He must have been practicing for a lot longer than he thought. They were the only two left in the exercise facility.

“Then how about me?” Hux asked.

A flicker of surprise passed over Kylo’s face. “You want me to fight you?” He tried not to stare at the General’s whipcord thin body drenched in sweat. His standard issue singlet hugged the lean lines of his body that Kylo found distracting.

Hux didn’t roll his eyes in response but Kylo felt it all the same. “Phasma insists my combat skills need some work.” His eyes slid over the Knight’s body in an assessing look. “And it looks like you could blow off some steam, so why not fight with me?”

His heart pounded in his chest at the idea of getting up close and personal with the General. “I won’t go easy on you,” he warned.

Hux gave a vicious little blade of a smile. “I should very well hope not.” He dropped the towel that had been casually slung around his shoulders and got into a fighting stance.

“Rules?” Kylo asked and licked his lips. Anticipation curled low within his gut.

“No Force,” Hux responded shortly.

Kylo nodded in agreement. “Anything else?” He threw up his arm when Hux suddenly charged him to block the blow aimed at his head.

The man slipped to the side lighting quick, catching Kylo’s elbow down and away to punch him hard in the mouth. His lip split open. “Try not to throw a tantrum when I win,” Hux said smugly and licked a bead of blood off his knuckles as he danced out of Kylo’s range.

The taste of copper rolled over Kylo’s tongue, but he ignored it to rush at Hux with adrenaline singing in his veins. His arms were longer and he grabbed Hux’s wrist to roughly yank him closer. His knee came up to drive into the General’s stomach, meeting a bony hip when Hux twisted at the last moment.

Fingers tangled in unruly dark hair in a tight grip and threw Kylo down with a well-placed kick to throw him off balance. They grappled on the floor, elbows and fists rolling over one another to see who could do the most damage.

Kylo didn’t know how long the fight lasted before he finally gained the upper hand and pinned Hux on his stomach. A knee was placed on his back and arm wrenched up in danger of dislocating if Hux squirmed anymore. “Do you yield?” Ren asked hoarsely near Hux’s ear, breath coming in heavy pants. Instead of a response Hux turned his head and tried to bite him. Kylo reared his head backwards to get out of the way of those sharp teeth.

Rage and lust roared through Kylo like a fire, hot and blinding. He smashed their lips together in an effort to…to shut Hux up…to do something to stop these feelings. Their teeth clicked together in a violent kiss when Ren mashed their mouths together. He wasn’t really expecting the General to kiss him back.

Kylo broke away panting and flushed. “That…wasn’t what I meant to do,” he fumbled and wished he had his mask to hide behind.

Hux grinned, his mouth wide and bloody. “And what if I wanted it?” Kylo’s grip was loose and he twisted out of the hold and rolled them over so he was on top. “Or do you think I normally go around without my uniform in proper order?” He ground his erection against Ren’s hip. “Now do I need to parade around naked for you to get the point or are we finally going to fuck?”

For once, Kylo got the message loud and clear.

Poor Finn, what he went through

Bitey Fighty Spar-Flirting is THE BEST. This fill was so much fun, thanks anon!

Way to shut him up with your mouth, Kylo, A+++ tactics.

Wouldn't Han be Witchfinder Sargeant Shadwell?

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