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Re: [Fill] Sense and Sensibility 3/?

(Anonymous) 2016-04-04 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)

            Klyo was not deliberately avoiding the General. He just happened to be very busy whenever Hux was around. It’d gotten to the point where the other man had noticed and now Hux had sent him a short missive that Kylo was to report to Hux’s personal office after delta shift.



            The Knight was a mix of emotions that was part annoyance that Hux was issuing orders as if Kylo was a stormtrooper, and part dread because he wasn’t sure how he was going to react to the General. (There was a tiny, tiny part of Ren that felt a thin thread of anticipation, but he did his best to ignore it.)



            It wasn’t a long walk to get to Hux’s office and Kylo quickly found himself outside the General’s doors. He hesitated to press the button that would alert Hux to his presence. He could just…not go. Hux was used to his disregard for orders. Eventually Hux would catch up with him and that was a meeting Kylo was not looking forward to. Not that he was intimidated by the other man because that was laughable. Even without the Force he was stronger and more seasoned than Hux.   However, the redhead was unnervingly perceptive which was why Kylo liked to keep his helmet on.



            Kylo squared his shoulders. Best to get it over with. He didn’t bother with the button and pressed his hand to the sensors to make the door open.



            “How did you get in here?” Hux asked irritably and looked up from where he was working at his desk.



            Ren had all of Hux’s personal keycodes overridden shortly after taking up residence in the Finalizer. It came in handy when Kylo wanted to catch the other man off guard. Except right now Kylo felt like the one off kilter. Hux’s hair wasn’t perfectly combed and held down with the pomade the General favored. Instead it was loose as if he’d run his bare fingers through it one too many times and didn’t care how messy it looked in the privacy of his own quarters. His greatcoat was gone, probably neatly hung up in the closet, along with the tunic to leave him in just his breeches and shirt. He wondered if the boots were gone as well.



            “Faulty mechanics,” Ren eventually responded when he realized he had been staring in silence. Again.



            Hux didn’t look convinced but refused to comment on it. “Right,” he said crisply and set down his datapad. “Well don’t just stand there like a malfunctioning droid, you idiot. Sit down and take off that ridiculous helmet. I refuse to have a conversation with you in my office while you’re wearing that.”



            Taking off his helmet meant Hux would be able to see him. That was unacceptable. “I can’t.”



            Hux narrowed his eyes. “You can’t?”



            “I can’t.” The voice modulator flattened out any wavering inflection he might have had in his voice. “Faulty mechanics,” he added. The silence stretched thin between them.



            “Fine,” Hux eventually said with as much patience as he could muster. “At least one of us is going to be comfortable.” He must have pressed a button because a panel of the wall silently dropped down to reveal a small, mechanical alcohol cabinet. Ice clinked into one of the glass tumblers resting on the silver tray.



            “To cut right to the point, Lord Ren, I find your behavior on my ship intolerable.” Long, slender fingers undid the buttons on the cuff of his shirt. “You skip the meetings Supreme Leader ordered you to be at. You pay no mind to orders. There’s been a sharp increase in property damage this past week.” Hux cuffed his sleeve up to his elbow before doing the other one with a sort of indifferent elegance. “I suggest that whatever is going on with you, or the Force, or whatever else occupies that tiny worldview of yours needs to be handled immediately.”



            Kylo could feel his face flushed red under his helmet. For Hux, this was practically undressed as if the General had done his own little striptease. It was…obscene, and the meditation Kylo had tried practicing all week didn’t dispel the instant, vivid fantasies in his head. “It won’t happen again,” he choked out.



            Hux pulled an expensive looking bottle of alcohol from his desk and poured two fingers into his glass. “I'm glad that's settled. Now unless you have something else you want to discuss with me...?” he asked before taking a sip of his drink. He took Kylo’s silence as a no and flicked his hand towards the door. “You’re dismissed.”



            A Knight of Ren did not flee a battlefield. However they did, upon occasion, make tactful retreats. This is what Kylo told himself while he tactfully evacuated the room with a growing erection thankfully concealed by his clothes. He needed to get this out of his system, and then tomorrow he would deal with the problem of Hux.

Re: [Fill] Sense and Sensibility 3/?

(Anonymous) 2016-04-04 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
I love this series so much! This is the kink I never knew I had.

Re: [Fill] Sense and Sensibility 3/?

(Anonymous) 2016-04-05 03:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Kylo hides his erection, growls, "FAULTY MECHANICS!"

Though I'm with him on this one, rolled-up shirtsleeves and bare forearms and the no-nonsense authority combined with relaxed after-hours drinking... it's all very appealing.

Re: [Fill] Sense and Sensibility 3/?

(Anonymous) 2016-04-06 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Ooh this is niiiiice. Hoping there's more soon :)

Re: [Fill] Sense and Sensibility 4/4

(Anonymous) 2016-04-12 01:49 am (UTC)(link)

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.



 



           

Re: [Fill] Sense and Sensibility 4/4

(Anonymous) 2016-04-12 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

Re: [Fill] Sense and Sensibility 4/4

(Anonymous) 2016-04-12 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm pretty sure Kylo would solve all his problems with dumb violence tactics because he can't use his words. lol