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Normally pain is something that Kylo can handle, it feeds his anger, makes him stronger. He doesn’t feel any of that power as Snoke shoves him to the floor, tears his clothes off, holds him down. This isn’t the kind of pain he can bend to his will, this is raw violation and agony, and he struggles against it, trying to reach out to the Force anyway. It slips through his grasp like water and he screams in pain and frustration. Snoke senses his failure, laughs at him. His hands on Kylo’s hips are so cold, pressing him into the equally cold hard floor and Kylo’s spilled blood coats his bare skin, hot and wet in contrast.

Snoke thrusts into him brutally and Kylo writhes under him, tries to fight back again. Something brushes against his mind and then alien thoughts are forcing their way past his defences, overwhelming him, tearing and ripping and Kylo screams helplessly at the mental intrusion. He can feel Snoke’s satisfaction, his pleasure as he rapes Kylo’s mind just as violently as his body. He keeps resisting weakly but the pain goes on and on until can’t take it anymore, until he gives up, closing his eyes and sobbing brokenly.

Hux heard the screaming echoing down the hallway from Snoke’s audience chamber and his steps faltered at the sound. It was an awful continuous wail of anguish that prickled the back of his neck and set his teeth on edge. He should keep walking, it was really none of his business, Ren had failed so the Supreme Leader’s punishment was well deserved. Hux reminded himself that he didn’t even like Ren. Still… Hux stared in indecision at the door. When the screaming abruptly cut off he shivered, the absolute silence was almost worse, the air heavy with anticipation. He knew it was foolish even as he squared his shoulders, steeling himself, and entered the room.

Hux paused just inside the door and as he waited for his eyes to adjust to the minimal lighting he became aware of a soft, wet sound emanating from somewhere in the gloom. The Supreme Leader wasn’t seated in his throne, Hux’s searching gaze finally found him crouched on the ground over something and it took Hux longer than it should have to realise it was a body. He didn’t particularly want to get any closer but the same morbid curiosity that had made him come in here in the first place pulled him forwards until he could see the scene playing out in front of him clearly. Immediately he wished he had listened to his better instincts and stayed out of the room.

Snoke was on top of Ren, fucking into him in short, sharp thrusts that made Ren whimper softly, the noises more animal than human. His eyes were closed, tears clearing the blood off his face as they dripped down his cheeks and his pale skin was covered in bruises, enough blood running from ugly wounds to create a shining pool under him that crept towards Hux. Ren’s fingers were tense claws digging into the floor, the rest of his body limp and unresponsive as Snoke assaulted him. Hux’s stomach turned as he watched, stunned into immobility by the horror in front of him. Snoke grunted, his face twisted in pleasure, and then he stilled, caressing Ren’s body possessively, cruelly.

Hux’s hand was already moving towards his blaster as Snoke stood, his only conscious thought the need to make this stop, to protect Ren. The Supreme Leader kicked his victim viciously and Hux drew his weapon and shot him in the back. His finger convulsed on the trigger, sent burning holes punching into the black robes until Snoke crumpled to the floor.

Hux didn’t waste time checking to see if he was dead or not, instead hauling Ren to his feet, staggering under the added weight. Asking Ren if he could walk was pointless when it was so obvious he couldn’t, but they had to move now. Holding onto Ren was tricky though, Hux’s hands were quickly slicked with blood and they slipped off Ren’s skin as Hux half-carried, half-dragged him to the door. He didn’t give himself a moment to think about what he had just done, his priority was to get them off this planet as fast as possible. Ren didn’t make a sound as Hux pulled him along, even though it must have hurt, but Hux couldn’t spare any time to be gentle. He winced at the bloody trail they were leaving in their wake.

Fortunately the corridors were almost deserted at this time of night and he headed for the closest hangar, fighting to keep his grip on the completely unresponsive Ren. The hangar was unguarded, once it would have made him angry about the lack of discipline in the troops but right now he was thankful for the lapse. Hux chose the nearest hyperspace capable ship and carried Ren up the ramp, dropping the wounded man off on a small cot in a room adjacent to the cockpit before sliding into the pilot’s chair.

When he reached to initiate the start-up sequence he caught sight of the blood coating his gloves, he glanced down at his equally drenched uniform and felt sick at the way it glistened. Hux couldn’t pull his soaked gloves off fast enough, disgust and panic making his movements clumsy. He fumbled his jacket off too, throwing it on the deck. His hands were shaking and he smoothed them through his messy hair, trying to calm himself before he opened a comm channel to the base control tower.

He invested all his authority into his voice as he spoke. ‘This is General Hux, launching from Hangar 5, acknowledge.’ There was a pause but Hux restrained from fidgeting, he was a First Order General, for a short while longer at least, and he would act the part, even if he was no longer dressed for it.

Eventually a hesitant voice responded. ‘Uh, permission granted, General. Have a nice flight?’

Hux grimaced and shut the link off without replying, reminding himself that right now he had bigger concerns than insubordination.

The ship wasn’t shot down as it sped away from the planet and Hux was honestly surprised that his lucky streak was continuing. He wondered if it was good luck or bad that had led him this far. Hux plotted a course to a backwater dirtball not under the direct authority of the First Order or the Republic and sighed in relief as the ship entered the relative safety of hyperspace.

-not OP-: This is already so good! Really want to read what happens next.

Hi! OP again

This is perfect! I really love how you portrayed Hux's thought process.
Thank you so much! I can't wait for chapter 2!!

I can't wait for an update!

You really capture the action and energy of the scene, I was at the edge of my seat. I can't wait for the next part!

Whoops, LJ comment system strikes again. The next bit is here https://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/1841.html?thread=2722353#cmt2722353

headcanon: awkward "have a nice day guy" is Resistance guy who broke in

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