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I'm not sure I hit on every point or even really did it the way OP wanted, but I gave it a shot because I, too, was interested in the idea of Kylo demanding to only have Hux as a doctor. I made up stuff about how the Academy functioned because lmao. The watches should be read according to a two-team four hour (apart from the two hour dog) watches. Enjoy?

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"I never saw you as a doctor," Kylo Ren admits when Hux enters the room to recheck his vitals.

"They make sure if you're going for the command track at the Academy that you have a back up if you don't get in," Hux answers. Or, at least his father made sure he had a back up. His eyes feel like they've been burnt out of their sockets and he doesn't want to look at the data readout, but he forces his eyes on the light blue text and refuses to rub the sand from his eyes. "Luckily for us, given your proclivity towards throttling anyone or anything that comes near you, I picked medical."

Ren looks away, features almost petulant. "I only want you."

"That's unfortunate. I have a ship to run." Even so, Hux puts down the data pad and moves closer, putting his hands on Ren's shoulders and helping him ease onto his side so he can look at how well the torso wound is healing. "How does it feel?" he asks, trying to see if there's been any sign of infection. So far, there hasn't been--for what it's worth, Hux isn't a bad doctor, and the wound itself was uncomplicated. No pus, no swelling, no inflammation. Ren hasn't even been running a fever.

He shakes his head. "No, but my shoulder--"

Hux lets him lean back and he ghosts a hand over the regenerated skin. It was a small enough wound in a good enough spot that they could do that much for him, so much that all that's there is bruising. When Ren shivers, Hux tries not to let his breath catch in his throat. "Tender?" He keeps his voice soft.

Admittedly, Hux was surprised when he saw what Ren actually looked like under the robes. He had seen him before, without the mask--they took meals together, when they weren't in the middle of arguments--but bare? He hadn't expected muscle. He hadn't expected the occasional freckle. "Something like that," Ren answers, and he closes his eyes and leans back against his pillows. "Your hands are." There's a swallow in his throat and hesitance in his face. "I trust them more than any of those droids."

"It's been said that some patients respond better to a warm touch."

"Please don't talk to me like I'm a patient."

Hux pulls his hand back immediately, and he's not sure why his ears suddenly are burning or why there's a leap in his gut. "You are a patient," he answers, and he hopes his voice sounds more curt than he thinks it does. "You're a patient aboard my ship, and--"

Ren's eyes open and he watches Hux. "Fine," he says. "Go back to running your ship."

It takes less than five seconds for Hux to leave the bay.

X

He returns, of course, when some poor medic tries to record Ren's vitals and is rewarded for his efforts by being strangled nearly to death. "There are easier and better ways of getting my attention," he says, and he doesn't bother with the gloves anymore, doesn't bother with changing into a gown but instead just out of the jacket so he stands in his uniform pants and boots and the white undershirt.

"I won't be treated by someone else."

"Obviously."

"And if I'm supposed to be your patient--"

"I don't know what you want from me. Your wounds are just about healed enough for you to go back to stalking around my starship and terrorizing more than just the medical staff, and I--" Hux has to stop to catch his breath, realizing only after the fact that he's on the verge of shouting. There's a time and place for that, but it's not here. "What do you want from me?"

When he doesn't answer, Hux frowns, but he steps forward anyway to begin the now ritualized examination. When his hands linger on Ren's skin, on where the major wound is starting to scar over, Ren doesn't call him on it--but he also doesn't call Ren on it when he starts to lean into the touch. "I have other things I have to be doing," he says.

Ren shifts a little. "You still came back here."

At this, Hux snorts. "I'd rather you not kill my entire staff and crew. With a reputation like that, it makes it difficult to find people to replace them." He pauses, ignores the butterflies in his gut. "Is it that you trust me?"

"You saved me."

Hux thinks about it. Of course he did--he was ordered to, for one thing, but for another? He looks away but his hands have moved up to Ren's shoulder and collarbone, seeking out any weakness. "You would have done the same for me," he says, finally.

He doesn't immediately answer, thinking and closing his eyes to do so. When he answers, "Yes, I suppose I would," he opens his eyes again and Hux feels like he's been kept in place. "You're shaking, General."

"I'm not," he says, but when he looks at his hands, he notices that he is, in fact, trembling, and he moves to pull them away until Ren lazily reaches a hand up to wrap it around one of Hux's wrists. "It's this damn medical bay. They always keep it below room temperature--"

"You're cold."

"Space is cold, Ren. I would think you'd know that by now." He wants to pull away with the excuse of turning up the heat, getting a new bandage for the wound that needs air more than it needs anything else, but Ren's skin is warm, relatively, and he's pressing up into Hux's hands, moving them so his forearms rest against his chest and they're close. They're too close, especially for a doctor and a patient. "Let me--"

"Please don't leave." Ren's voice rings deep, and Hux sighs. "It was cold, when I was lying there. I don't want to freeze."

"Then let me turn up the heat," Hux says, keeping his voice gentle. He feels as though he's stumbled into something too deep. He doesn't mind it, either, which is the worst part. It's not as though he dislikes the way Ren looks or feels--even with that scar on his face, he's not unattractive by Hux's standards (better than most of the others he's been with, if he's being honest). Ren lets him go, watches him carefully as he crosses the room to the thermostat in order to turn it up.

When he returns to Ren's side, he doesn't touch him again, not immediately.

X

"General, you don't think you're spending too much time being Lord Ren's personal physician?"

"Is the ship still running at top efficiency?"

"Yes sir, but I don't think--"

"Then I don't see what it matters how I spend my off shifts." He's just finished morning watch, finished briefing the newly promoted captain whose duty is forenoon watch. "Might I remind you also, Captain, that while I take my orders from Supreme Leader Snoke, you take yours from me?" He rubs at his eyes, exhausted from being on the bridge since the last dog watch of the previous night. "I have my comm on. If you need me, you know how to reach me."

There's a silent threat that the captain should do all he can to avoid needing to contact Hux at all.

He doesn't know why he's heading towards Ren's corridors (moved there now that he's technically well enough to be up and about, though still in need of regular monitoring) instead of towards his own--he should be taking advantage of the four hours he has to sleep before he has to be back on the bridge--but he's there before he can figure it out. Hux feels uncharacteristically sloppy, and when Ren allows the door to be opened, he stomps in like he owns the suite (and doesn't he, really?) and shucks off his jacket.

"Tired?" Ren asks. He still hasn't donned his robes; the material, he complains, itches the healing wounds and besides, it isn't as though he's left the room for anything more than short visits while Hux has visited, of all places, engineering.

"I'm here because you don't want anyone else to see you." He's there because this felt automatic, because he likes the feel of Ren leaning into his touch like it's water and he's a man who's been stuck in one of the deserts of Tatooine for too long. Ren probably already knows that. Lord knows that Hux is terrible at schooling his facial expressions when he's this tired, let alone minding his thoughts well enough to prevent so-called Sith lords from reading them.

"It's sore again."

"Where?"

"The shoulder."

"For all the trouble it's giving you, maybe I shouldn't have bothered regenerating the skin in the first place." He leaves the leather gloves on the dresser in the corner, lets his jacket rest on a chair. "Maybe it's infected."

"Is that possible?"

"I don't know." As far as he knows, nobody's had any issues with infection from a regeneration, but it's Ren. Anything could have happened, and he won't say that the snow of the planet was sterile. "Let me take a look."

Ren doesn't move from his bed, where he's sitting back against the headboard, so Hux removes his boots and climbs on.

"Those pants look terribly uncomfortable, General," Ren says, and he swallows, staring at Hux's mouth for a reaction.

"You're not terribly incorrect, Ren. If there's anything wrong, at least we know it hasn't affected your astute powers of observation." But Hux swallows too, knows that they're not doctor and patient anymore, not when he straddles Ren's lap in order to get close enough to take a look at his shoulder, not when Ren presses closer to him, and certainly not when he doesn't pull away. "I have to be back on the bridge in four hours," he says, and he sighs when Ren presses a kiss against his own shoulder. "Is that where it hurts?" he asks.

"It's not as bad when you're here."

"When you say 'here,' do you mean in the room, or do you mean right--" he gasps, a quiet little noise, when Ren bites a kiss against his neck. "This isn't appropriate."

"You always feel cold."

"Not. Not like this." They're chest to chest now, Ren's hands over Hux's back and Hux's own smoothing over Ren's shoulders and along the column of his neck, into his hair, and then, hesitantly, lightly, over the scar on his face. It's ugly, healed quickly to avoid infection but unfortunately cauterized by the blade that caused it, and if it were anyone else, maybe they'd flinch away from the touch, but instead, Ren leans into it. "Ren," he says, and his voice feels weak. His arms feel weak. Everything feels shaky and unreal.

"Hold still for a second," Ren says, and he kisses Hux slowly, gently, like he's enjoying the moment, and Hux is tired enough to enjoy it, too, to let his hands slip back into Ren's hair and to let one trail down to grip his shoulder.

Hux is hard and he wishes he had it in him to be embarrassed, but then, Ren is hard, too, thick and heavy when he presses up against him. It's an encouraging rocking motion that pulls Hux in. "Do you like being touched that much?" he asks, and Ren nods his head.

"Nobody's ever--it's been a long time since anyone's gotten close enough to touch me." He kisses Hux's shoulder again, and Hux takes it as a sign that maybe he should try kissing Ren's skin, too. "You don't know how it feels."

He's right. He doesn't know how it feels. But he doesn't mind it when there's a hand slipping lower, pressing against him, and he doesn't mind it when he's leaned back so he can be divested of his trousers. He's lifted back up and he presses against Ren, trying to be aware of the still present wound to his side and any sensitivity that might be there, but there's a finger, two, opening him up, and he sighs into a kiss when Ren presses into him.

Hux is on his back again, underneath Ren, when he hears, "I was ashamed, at first."

"What?" The thrusts are slow, even, and if Hux is being honest, he could fall asleep in this weird state of contentedness.

"I didn't want to like it. The gloves were awful and you were, well, you, and I just--" Ren presses his face against the curve of Hux's neck. "I couldn't help it. Nobody--nobody's touched me, and there was this energy radiating off of you--"

"Ren--"

"I hated it. I thought maybe it was because I was weak. I didn't want anyone else to know that I needed--that I need--" There's one sharp thrust followed by another, rocking Hux down against the bed and creating friction between it and his untouched cock. "When that medic came in and tried, I didn't want him. It didn't feel right, and you're...you were so, so cold, and all I wanted was to warm you up because I know what it's like to be cold."

The movements slow again, and it's--right. Hux digs his fingers against the flesh of Ren's shoulders, and he sighs. It's slow, easy like this. He's not sure who comes first, but he's not sure if it even matters if he did--maybe he drifts off when it happens, because he notices that Ren is cleaning them up when he begins thinking again. "You didn't want this?" he asks, and Ren looks away for a moment.

"I did want it. I didn't want to want it, but it's--" he leans down and kisses Hux, and Hux melts into it. "You're still tired."

"I can function." He will function, is what he means.

"You'll have been working for eighteen hours."

"It's what I do." He pauses, gently pushes Ren over and onto his back so he can curl up next to his side. Ren accepts it, wraps his arms around Hux and leans closer to him. "Besides, I was supposed to sleep, and it's my own problem if I decided to do this instead."

/OP

WOW. I just popped in here for a second to find THIS glorious gem of a fill! Anon, this is absolutely perfect and you hit all of my favorite notes. I adore how Kylo is so vulnerable while still being his demanding self, and how Hux acquiesces to him in his own grudging Hux way. Also that sex at the end, yum. Slow and sweet and perfect. I could really feel the connection between them through the writing and it was awesome.

On another note, I think I now have a thing for doctor Hux, which is pretty great!

Thanks so much for this amazing fill!

A!A here: I'm glad you enjoyed it! I'm not going to lie, if I had better planning skills, I'd probably think of a follow up. I had a lot of fun with this prompt.

This is so beautiful, sweet, tender, sad. Thank you so much for writing this.

I don't know if it's possible for me to write them as not sad in some way unless it's an AU, tbh, haha. I'm glad you enjoyed it and thanks for taking the time to say so.

This is fantastic.

Thank you!

This was everything I did not know I wanted in a fill, all wrapped into one.

This has also just been posted over to A03 for the viewing pleasure of registered users. If you're into that kind of thing.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5724049

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