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?”
Re: [Fill] Sense and Sensibility 4/4
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.