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Thanks heaps! I often struggle with writing porn, so that’s very reassuring to hear.

*Begins slow clap*

So good, so in character and so original. Loved every minute. Would offer up baked goods to read about Tarkin degrading Hux even further, but this is exquisite as is.

Thanks! I really appreciate the feedback! Yeah, I lightened off on that aspect of the prompt, a bit. I'm glad you still enjoyed it, though, and in particularly found them in character.

OP HERE

Let me make a list of things I loved about this fic:

- Hux pointing out how convenient it is that Tarkin is outside his chain of command

- Tarkin's nostalgia for his "academy days"

- Hux getting turned on by being someone's subordinate

- Tarkin giving him orders

- is that a hint of boot kink? And I didin't even ask???

- Hux coming in his pants

Thank you for making all my dreams come true anon. <3

jesus, i didnt know there would be a pairing existing in SW that could sway me away from kylux, but your tarkin/hux..........
this, i mean , your tarkin voice as he said: you know, I can recognise hero-worship when it’s been following me around all shift,’ he said casually.

I think, i have spontanous combusted...

what a fantastic fill!
please say you will post this at ao3 so that i can rec, and bookmark and print and whatever!

hell's bells, but that is tarkin. A+ plot maneuvers to get us there. Also A+ on thirsty Hux, Tarkin being reminded of the academy, the BOOT STUFF, and making Hux put his hands behind his back so that Tarkin can fuck his face

I second the request for an AO3 post, if possible...So I can bookmark and keep track of it for later <3

“Well alright then. Guess I'm going to fuck you in the engine room, you manipulative bastard.”

Wiiiiiinnnnnnnn xD

...Ok it's more like SEVEN chapters. Yeesh. I give up this whole pacing thing.

Thank you for the amazing comment, OP, and for your prompt! I’d been toying with this one for a while, and a lot of the military and boot kink content just seemed to come naturally to the pairing. I am delighted you enjoyed the fill and that I managed to hit some buttons :)

Thanks for the high praise, anon. I ship all the things, so I’m always delighted to promote weird left-field pairings. I’m so pleased you enjoyed this one. As for AO3, this fill's a little… ?heavier than some of my other cross-posts, but I’m seriously considering it given your request and the one below. Cheers!

Thanks for the vote of confidence! I may do this.

Thanks so much for the reassurance about the plot devices! It was some very cobbled-together technobabble. I’m also glad the kink worked. I became surprisingly invested in both the military and boot kink by the end.

Heyyyyyy this took forever to write and I have no excuses other than the fact that I am a slow writer. Hux also give me so problems so I hope this one does justice to the story.

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Hux tapped one finger against the side of his glass of Ganthelian wine; a fine vintage but a bit too sweet for Hux’s taste. He was not a man who tolerated being made to wait, especially when he had much better things to do with his time. Things such as making sure that Ren did not destroy the Finalizer; the thought of which had him tensing as he recalled that the Sith was currently stalking the halls of the ship without any supervision.

No Mitaka.

No Phasma.

Since their disappearances, Hux had been forced to deal with Ren personally on an increased basis, and it was driving him insane.

A plaintive meow drew his attention from where he was gripping his wine glass to where Millicent was suddenly pawing at the door.

Standing up, Hux went over and picked her up, petting her lovingly and reminding himself that this mini vacation was not just for him, but for her as well. All the stress that Hux was feeling was being felt by his precious little Milly. It had gotten so bad that Hux had noticed that Millicent was losing tufts of fur from the stress, and he couldn’t allow that to continue.

Hux had booked himself into the closest luxury hotel to the Finalizer’s current location that allowed pets and informed his crew he would be gone for two days. He had informed them that he was not to be disturbed unless it was absolutely necessary, nothing short of the Supreme Leader requesting him or a Resistance attack was going to interrupt Hux and Millicent’s mini vacation.

Yes, that was right. Hux squared his shoulders and marched over to the door when a knock sounded on it. Not even Kylo Ren was going to stop him from enjoying himself.

When Hux opened the door he couldn’t help but stare at the person on the other side. He had been expecting someone but this was not the someone he was expecting. When he’d begun exchanging messages on Spacr with darkpilot228 it had simply been a way to waste time. The man was someone he could talk to and relate to in many ways, and he adored having Hux send him pictures of Millicent. When Hux had taken his impromptu vacation he’d sent darkpilot228 a message with his destination and room number as an invitation to meet.

So Hux was not surprised at the sight of a man standing outside his door. He was however shocked to easily recognize the man; who hadn’t heard of Poe Dameron the so called best pilot of the Resistance? A man Hux had approved the torture of, but never met, when he was taken aboard the Finalizer.

Poe Dameron.

Hux wasn’t sure his mind could wrap itself around this turn of events. Fraternizing with the enemy was a capital offence against the First Order and Hux’s own beliefs.

“Whoa! Hey there Milly!” Poe Dameron’s voice broke Hux out of his shock as he watched the man hurriedly bend down and carefully scoop Millicent up as she darted out from between Hux’s legs toward the hallway. “I don’t think your daddy will be too happy if you run off pretty lady.”

Poe Dameron was speaking to his cat.

Poe Dameron was petting his cat with familiarity.

A familiar rumbling purr emanated from Millicent, starting quietly but steadily increasing in volume as Millicent announced her pleasure at the attention she was currently getting.

This seemed to please Poe Dameron given the way he smiled up at Hux. “She’s even more beautiful than her pictures.” His eyes sparkled in amusement as he met Hux’s gaze. “Well General are you going to let me in?”

Startled Hux took a step back and allowed Poe Dameron to enter, closing the door after him. “Poe Dameron, you know who I am?”

“Just Poe please.” Poe said, taking a seat in one of the two sitting chairs in the corner of the room. “And everyone knows who you are General Hux, it’s kind of hard not to after you blew up the heart of the New Republic.”

Ah yes, the Hosnian System, that had been a rather flashy statement. Of course this was the man who had blown up his ultimate weapon, which was still quite the sore spot for Hux.

Still. . . “Did you know who I was before now? Have you come to assassinate me and gain brownie points with what is left of the New Republic?” Hux wouldn’t go down without a fight, and even if the day ended with his death there would be others to take his place. “Do your worst.”

Poe blinked up at him looking startled. “No, I came to meet a nice guy who likes cats. Sure I’d make a lot of people happy by killing you but that’s not going to stop the First Order or bring back all those people whose lives you took. Besides,” here Poe’s surprise expression turned into another easy grin. “I believe in helping people gain redemption, not senseless murder. I may be a pilot but I don’t go around killing because I enjoy it.”

Hux stared at Poe trying to process what he was saying, he felt marginally certain that the man was telling the truth about not being here to assassinate him, and Millicent seemed very content in his arms (and she was not a feline that allowed just anyone to touch her). Something was niggling at Hux’s mind though as he analyzed Poe’s words.

“You bastard!” Hux cried, completely uncharacteristically, “It was you! You took FN-2187, Thanisson, and Mitaka. You robbed me of Phasma, my best captain!” Needless to say, Hux was still very sore about losing Phasma.

Millicent yowled in displeasure at Hux’s shouting, jumping out of Poe’s arms to run and hide under the bed, hissing angrily.

“Milly!” Poe Dameron was to be ignored for now, Millicent was much more important and Hux felt horrible for having scared her. “Come on sweetheart, Daddy is sorry.” Crouching down, Hux reached out for her only to have her swat at him with her claws. “Millicent. . .”

“You’re too agitated it’s stressing her out.”

Hux had momentarily forgotten Poe’s presence and he turned around preparing to stand and give the man a piece of his mind. How dare he presume to know how Millicent was feeling? The words turn to ash on his tongue as he suddenly finds himself with fingers in his hair rubbing at his scalp with the same ease they had just been petting his cat.

“Oh.” Hux made a sound that he’d never heard a human make before but was quite familiar with coming from Millicent; something between a content sigh and a purr.

Poe grinned down at him, his expression managing to look more sincere than cocky. “Sometimes you have to help an agitated animal calm down, especially when they’re feeding off another’s emotions.”

Had Poe just insulted Hux by referring to him as an animal? Hux wanted to be insulted but Poe’s hand in his hair felt terribly good and when he moved it down rub right behind his ear, Hux was gone, slipping boneless against the bed. “Ooooh.”

The hands in his hair stilled momentarily as Poe moved so that he could sit on the bed that Millicent was hiding under, Hux heard her hiss in displeasure as the bed dipped. Once he was seated Poe held out a hand in invitation to Hux and after a moment’s hesitation Hux took it, allowing Poe to settle him on the bed with Hux’s head in his lap.

“You look a little tense General; let’s take care of that while Milly calms down.”

Poe Dameron had magic hands and if this was how he seduced four of Hux’s underlings to his side then Hux couldn’t blame them for defecting. Hux could already feel himself relaxing as the tension bled out of him. An inquisitive meow from beside the bed had him looking over at where Millicent was looking up at him curiously. Reaching out, Hux ran his hand over the top of her head before encouraging her to jump up and curl on top of his chest.

“See, that’s much better.” Poe said his voice soft and low, Hux could only grudgingly agree.

-

Hours later Hux is resting with his head on Poe’s thigh, sighing in contentment as Poe continued to pet his head expertly, Hux could almost say lovingly even. Not far away, Millicent was curled against Poe’s other side receiving similar treatment and looking as though she shared in Hux’s contentment.

“Perhaps I should have stopped by interrogation while we had you aboard the Finalizer.” Hux remarked in amusement, thinking that he could have used this level of relaxation prior to the destruction of Starkiller Base.

Poe made a non-verbal hum in reply. “Somehow I just don’t think it would have turned out like this.” He finally said, his chuckle jolting Hux’s head much to his displeasure. “But hey, it’s never too late to have good things, or do good things.”

The comment had Hux frowning; he did not wish to return to the Finalizer and what awaited him there, but he knew that to abandon he First Order would be unwise. “If I do not return to the Finalizer they will come looking for me. I may not be irreplaceable within the First Order but they will not simply let my absence go without investigation. I must return.”

Poe wisely kept silent his petting slowing down and allowing Hux to think.

“I am the leader of the Finalizer.” Hux said more to himself than to Poe, “If missions were to turn sour due to information getting into the hands of the Resistance that would not be something I would have much control over. It would also not be within the realm of my responsibility if First Order patrols were not in certain quadrants of certain First Order controlled air space at certain times.” Yes, that sounded plausible and judging by the way that Poe’s hand tightened momentarily before the caresses on his hair resumed.

Now the only problem would be ensuring that Ren or Supreme Leader Snoke did not pick up on Hux’s changed allegiances. That would be easier said than done, but Hux was a clever man and he would find a way to endure.

“I would prefer if you took Millicent with you when you leave. The Finalizer is no longer a safe place for her, and if I have to make a hasty retreat from the ship it would be easier to do so without having to worry about leaving her behind.” It would be difficult for Hux to be separated from Millicent, but this is what was best for her.

Poe nodded solemly before offering Hux a comforting smile. “Don’t worry Hux, I’ll take care of Milly. I can guarantee that before long she’ll be the most spoiled cat ever.”

Hux nodded at that. “If you are ever not able to take care of her leaver her with Mitaka, she tolerated him during his time aboard the Finalizer.” Mitaka was perhaps the only person other than Hux and now Poe that Millicent had warmed up to. “Send me updates and pictures of her often.”

“I promise I will.”

“Good. . .” The assurances did not make parting any easier, but it was for the best and Hux believed he and Millicent would be reunited in the future. “You should leave now. I will need the rest of my time here to compose myself and fabricate a story about Millicent’s disappearance.”

The petting to his hair stopped, and Poe got up carefully after Hux moved away, carefully picking Millicent up. “Alright. Take care of yourself Hux.” He took hold of one of Millicent’s paws. “Say bye bye to Daddy.”

Hux swallowed and gave Millicent a final loving pat and turned away so that he wouldn’t have to watch as she was taken away from him. “Goodbye Millicent.” When he finally willed himself to turn back several minutes later Poe Dameron and Millicent were gone. Stealing himself Hux set to work.

-

Two more chapters left. Hopefully it doesn't take me a month to get them written OTL

I absolutely adore this story. I laughed at Hux figuring out who'd made off with his troops. Makes sense that Hux would stay and sabotage the FO from within. I hope we get to see him reunite with Millicent.

"Gentlemen." Rog's clear, baritone voice sounds over the creaking and squawking of the old officers' babble. "I'd love to hear some more stories about the old Empire later, but there's someone I've got to say hello to."

A sea of charcoal bodies part, and Rog is there in front of her. He touches the medal, still slung around his neck. "Say, I never thanked you for the jewelry."

"Don't thank me." Hux glances over to see if any of the old officers are still watching Rog, but they seem to have turned back to their gossip. "The decision was made by committee."

"I know. I mean...thank you. For agreeing to do this." A shy smile flits over Rog's face. "I was worried you'd say no."

"I couldn't--" Hux catches a glimpse of Landa, just within earshot. "Couldn't possibly say no. Not when you've done so much for the Order."

"Sure," Rog says. "I guess it's all about the Order."

"Of course it is." Hux's palms are becoming uncomfortably sweaty. It must be far too warm in here, all the old men milling around. "You're a hero, Rog. Congratulations on serving the Order. Well done."

"Is that all you have to say to me? Congratulations?" Rog's eyebrows crinkle, and he looks profoundly sad. It's his 'stop studying and cuddle me, Boudi,' face. Hux had usually snuck her datapad into bed, reviewing her texts with Rog's arm around her shoulder. His snoring had been the perfect irritant to keep her awake.

"Do you still snore?" she blurts out.

Rog raises an eyebrow. "Wouldn't know. Haven't had anyone to tell me."

"I'm sorry," she says, even though she's not sorry and she's not even sure if she believes him. Knowing people, he's kicked the girls out of his bed before they get a chance to hear him snore. Knowing Rog, the only people who have shared his sleeping quarters at all are his squadronmates, separated by layers of coarse and dirty gabercloth.

Rog shrugs. "It's my choice," he says. "Don't feel bad for me. I'm doing what I always wanted to do."

"Flying." Hux flashes him a smile, as brief and bright as a lightning bolt. "I won't feel bad for you, then."

"Boudi, I want to talk to you. I mean, really talk. Alone." Rog puts a hand on Hux's shoulder. "Can we? For just a minute?"

Hux surreptitiously dries her hands on the cloth of her uniform pants. Through the cloth, she loosens her blaster in its holster. Just in case. "Certainly."

Rog steers her towards the door. Hux glances back over her shoulder, checking to see how many people are watching them leave. And who. She thinks she sees Phasma's blue eyes on her, or they might be on Officer Unamo.

They stop just outside the door, clear in the middle of the corridor. Hux relaxes, just a little. "What did you want to talk about?"

Rog's baby blues search her green eyes. She blinks slowly, letting him examine her. It's the way she stood before Kylo Ren the first time they were introduced. Showing with her eyes, with her stance, that she had nothing to hide and nothing to fear.

"Why'd you throw me over?"

The question sparks cold panic in her heart. "You know why, Rog."

"No. I don't. I never did. And I've been waiting ten years to ask you."

"You could have sent me an e-mail."

"Like you did?" Rog's eyes are starting to glisten. Hux feels embarrassed for him, then admonishes herself for feeling embarrassed. "Not even a holo message--at least with a holo, I could have seen your face. Just a Dear Zon letter."

"I thought it was the best way."

"Why?" Rog's attention is crushing, piercing. "Boudi, I thought we meant something to each other."

Hux remembers sending the e-mail, awake in the middle of what should have been her sleep cycle, the only light the blue glow from the screen of her commpad. She'd tapped out three drafts of the letter in the past week. The first one had been a long and elegaic speech, and had never gotten around to the actual breakup. The second had been a kind of reverse psychology, listing her own faults as a girlfriend (she'd had to make up some), suggesting Rog find someone worthier. She'd scrapped that one as being potentially worrying. The third one was perfect, and she'd mashed her thumb on the SEND button before she could change her mind.

Rog,

It's clear that our careers are taking us in different directions. Therefore, I think it's best that we no longer see each other. I wish you all the best in your endeavors to serve the First Order.

Sincerely,
Boudika Hux

She'd debated adding her title, but had opted for the warmth of informality. The letter was perfectly inoffensive and polite. She'd hoped Rog had understood, and the immediate cessation of holo-messages from him had encouraged her hope.

It hadn't been without a qualm. She'd missed the sound of his seven-string hallikset, the snatches of songs he'd play for her over the holovid. She'd missed the soporific sound of his breathing, the indolent feeling of lying in his arms before classes. But wasn't that languid, wretched feeling why she'd written that letter? The way her thoughts dawdled around him, the way soft light stabbed her heart and turned her stomach when he smiled at her.

"It was all in the letter, Rog. We were going in different directions. You wanted to fly, I wanted to lead. It wouldn't have worked out."

"I would have followed you. You know I would have."

"It would have been unfair to ask you to make that choice." Hux's hands are shaking. She folds them behind her back. "I wouldn't have wanted you to do that to me."

"Boudi, if you'd asked me to make that choice for you, I would have been glad to say yes."

Hux takes a deep breath and wills her voice steady, looks into Rog's eyes and wills herself not to look away. She's faced down murderous smugglers and screaming drill sergeants, even shown her face to Supreme Leader Snoke, and yet it's taking all of her strength not to stare at her boots as though she were a child being admonished by her father for crying. "And if you'd asked me, I wouldn't have made that choice. And you deserve better than that."

Rog doesn't understand. She knows it in her heart, in the way his eyes flicker over her face, in the set of his mouth. He doesn't see why he shouldn't throw everything away for a woman who wouldn't throw everything away for him. A selfish girl, a girl who doesn't appreciate or deserve a nice man like Rog. What kind of girl is that? Hux doesn't know who the voice is in her head when she thinks about herself like this. It's not her father's stentorian tones, it's not her mother's mannered voice. It's something harsh, shrill, cruel.

Oh wow I just caught up with this (I love it!) and I had so much to say about the "war paint" comment in part 5 (I love it!) but it all flew out of my mind to make room for my awe at Hux's crisp and efficient 3-sentence heartbreaking technique. Like, damn girl, you could save the First Order a lot of time and money if you'd send the Hosnian system one of those next-level Dear Zon letters (I LOVE IT!), then just sit back and watch planets explode with despair.

And LOL, of course she had several drafts, and the first draft was a damn speech -- write what you know!

She'd debated adding her title, but had opted for the warmth of informality.

OH MY GOD HUX NO WONDER DAVID BOWIE WROTE A SONG ABOUT YOU

<3 I LOVE IT <3

okay but this is amazing

Doing it. Oh dear.

Yayy! This prompt makes me very happy ^___^

AO3 link with some changes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6552937

a/n: Warning for extremely dubious consent, mentions of self-harm, and fucked-up Darkside sex.
Empty

For only one who is an empty vessel will be fit to receive the fullness of the Dark.

A challenge, and a warning.

The Dark Side is not for the faint of heart. Since he had come to Snoke, Kylo had learned to sneer at his Uncle’s scare-‘em-straight stories of ‘Fallen’ Jedi. As if Mastery of the Dark Side was something that just happened when you weren’t looking. The ‘quick and easy path.’

No.

True, it granted its wielder access to vast amounts of power , but to control it was something else entirely.

The first day he knelt at his new Master’s feet, Snoke had called in two acolytes, and bade them duel. On fire with excitement and pride, the two had dug deep into their reserves of emotion, into the years of the roiling thirst for power that all Snoke’s students showed. The fifteen-year-old had watched, rapt, as the students rocketed to heights of power he could barely comprehend. They channeled the burning strength of their young bodies, their wants, and brought the Force to heel…

…For about thirty seconds. It took everything Kylo had to silence his scream as the Ithorian youth’s skin sloughed off of his face, leaving the brown muscle exposed and steaming, and the Twi’lek’s eyes burst in their sockets. Snoke had raised Kylo to his feet, anchored him in place, his huge hands gripping his shoulders, and bade him watch as their bodies slid into wet pieces.

Snoke had Kylo kneel in the mess until he figured out what they had done wrong.

“Their bodies,” he’d rasped, when he’d managed to filter out the smell and squelch of offal and blood, and reach for the Force once more. “They were weak.”

Snoke loomed over him, impassive.

“In what way?” he asked. “These two were among the finest duelists in the Order.” Kylo shook his head.

“No, it’s not that. They tried to - ” Kylo struggled to find the words. “They couldn’t hold it. Channel it?” He looked to his Master for guidance.

“Very good, Kylo,” said Snoke, favoring him with a rare smile. “Above all else, mastering the Dark Side requires incredible strength of will. That is why several traditions - Sith and otherwise – have developed the principle of…detachment. Everything is given over to the Dark. There is no room for error. It will destroy you if it can. But, if you are worthy, if you have control, you will be strong enough, pure enough, to be a vessel of the Force. And nothing will stand in your way.”

“Master,” said Kylo. “How do I become worthy?”

And so Kylo Ren put away the joys of the flesh. It grew easier as time went on. Snoke patiently explained that his frail human body had needs, and that he would need to take measures to tame them.

A week after his arrival at the temple, he awoke sticky with his own semen, his young body still thrumming with his release, ghosts of soft flesh dancing behind his eyelids. Kylo beat himself bloody with a makeshift flail.

Snoke watched from afar as his pupil stumbled through his katas soon after, blood soaking through his thin shirt, and smiled.

Kylo cycled through various methods of punishment. He rubbed salt in fresh cuts on the inside of his thighs, traded sessions in the training rooms with other students in exchange for beatings. Once he wore a cock ring to bed, but that only served to inflame his condition. He stumbled on the most effective method when he was 16.

Fire.

He traded the burning rush of blood and sweat and friction for the searing pain of an iron brand across his back and, the few times he gave in and sobbed out his shame into an oiled fist, across his thighs and arse. Sometimes, when he thought he was growing too used to the pain, he traced lines of lamp oil on his skin, and set it aflame. At 18, he had the cravings under control, if not completely banished.

*

Kylo learned fast. While the other Squires and Acolytes lost themselves in skin and drugs to push away the brutality of Snoke’s training, even if just for a few hours, Kylo embraced the life that his Master had given him. He took his pleasure in the burn of his muscles after an exceptionally good workout, in cold water when his training was done, and in the praise of his Master. The latter, of course, warmed him more than anything else.

…Much more than he could accept. When Kylo progressed far enough to earn one-on-one instruction, Snoke’s hands on him made him tremble, even though his Master was just adjusting his stance, or laying a hand on his head in approval, in benediction. The scrape of rough hands on his naked chest, pricking on fresh wounds and bruises, followed him into his room at night. He allowed himself one lapse, to get it out of his system, and ended up destroying his room as he fucked himself on his own fingers, his shame and lust roaring in the Force.

Despite his moments of weakness, he rose quickly in the ranks. There were whispers of him being the first to don the mantle of a Knight of Ren. Accordingly, some sought to find their way into his bed. Kylo ignored all attempts at seduction. Each temptation just strengthened his determination to be that pure, perfect vessel. To be worthy of the Dark.

*

His final initiation came on his 25th birthday. He was standing beside Snoke’s throne in full armor, watching yet another pair of Squires destroy themselves attempting to hold the Force in their weak souls. He watched, sneering, as the Dark Side fed on their impurity and shattered their bodies like cheap glass.

As was their custom, the Supreme Leader held him back after the room emptied. Usually they would spar, or meditate, Kylo always striving to take more of the Dark inside him, Snoke winding effortlessly through the curling shadows. But this time was different. Kylo felt it in his bones as he knelt at Snoke’s feet. Time slid to a crawl as Snoke leaned back on his throne, his gaze pricking on Kylo’s skin, despite the layers of metal and leather locking his body away.

“Kylo Ren,” his Master said finally. “You have been with us for…Ten years, is it?”

“Yes, my Lord,” said Kylo, his stomach tightening. Is this it? Snoke smiled thinly and rose from his throne. He swept off towards the back of the hall, beckoning Kylo to follow him. They passed through heavy double doors, Kylo almost stumbling in amazement as he realized where they were; Snoke’s private sanctum.

The chamber was vaguely circular, though the old stone walls were so stained with smoke that it was hard to tell. Orange flame licked at the darkness from iron braziers hanging from the four pillars at the center of the room. They ringed an old, old slab of black stone. As they approached, Kylo realized that it was actually so covered in dried blood that the stone’s original color was impossible to discern.

The place was thick with the Dark Side. It was even worse than the cave on Dagobah where Skywalker brought the older students to take their Jedi Trials. He’d snuck inside when the Jedi’s back was turned when he was 10. He still couldn’t remember exactly what happened, except that he’d woken up in the med-bay on the Falcon, and his mother hadn’t spoken to her brother for weeks.

But this…The air was full of voices and bone dust, and sounds that cut, all just a shade away from the skin of his mind. He breathed deep, trying ground himself in the present.

For the first time in years, his Uncle’s words welled up in his mind.

Only what you take with you.

Close to the raised dais, Snoke paused and turned to face him.

“Are you ready, Kylo?” he asked softly. The light flickered strangely in his dark, glassy eyes. “To accept the Dark?”

Heat stabbed in his core as Snoke’s pale hand beckoned him forward. Kylo’s heart sped up.

“Yes, my Master!” He strode forward, and immediately dropped to his knees at his Master’s sharp gesture.

“Remove your helmet,” Snoke said, looming over him, his twisted features split apart with an unnaturally wide grin. “Now the rest,” he said, as his student complied. His smile broadened, a black wound in the ruin of his face. Kylo froze. His helmet hit the ground with a metallic clang.

“Kylo?” Snoke turned, his eyes dark. The Dark Side gathered around him, power calling to power.

Kylo swallowed and fumbled with the clasps on his armor.

Soon he stood before his Master, his heart in overdrive, sweat beading on his flushed, bare skin. He tensed, horrified, as Snoke’s eyes devoured his body. The Dark Side throbbed with lust. His head swam with thoughts of flushed, straining flesh, gleaming and hot and wet and -

“Come here,” Snoke said, standing beside the alter. Dimly Kylo registered that his Master’s fingers were shining with oil.

“Master, what – “

“Now.”

Kylo’s legs shook as he approached the alter. His eyes flicked to the braziers. Fire…

“No, my Apprentice,” said Snoke. A line of Force drew him close. “The time has come for you to accept the Dark.” Kylo blinked in confusion.

“Accept…But you said…” He gasped, his words cut off as slick heat enveloped his cock. His eyes rolled back into his head, wide and shocked. Snoke hadn’t touched him.

“You see how it wants you…” A phantom finger trailed fire down the curve of his spine. Kylo keened in anguish as the touch woke his blood. Fire fire fire fire…

The touches withdrew as swiftly as they had appeared. Kylo dropped to his knees and reached out, desperately, for his Master. His flailing fingers met skin as he registered the soft whump of his Master’s outer robe hitting the floor.

“Oh…Child,” said Snoke as Kylo clung desperately to his calves. “You were made for this.” Invisible hands hauled Kylo to his knees and shoved him forward. “I am but a messenger,” his Master said, undoing the front of his under-robe. It slid open, exposing a long line of pale, twisted, faintly sticky flesh. Snoke’s head lolled back in ecstasy as invisible hands caressed his skin. Kylo shuddered as dark intention flooded the Force.

“Up,” said Snoke, gesturing lazily. Conditioning kicked in, and Kylo climbed up on the alter, hissing as he was pulled flat on his back, the rough stone scraping his back raw. He stared up into the blackness, clinging desperately to the shreds of his control, even as warm, firm hands kneaded his flesh and slowly - too slowly screamed a long-forgotten part of his mind – pulled his thighs apart.

“This is – This is not what you taught me,” Kylo whispered when Snoke’s warped face hovered inches away. His Master smirked, traced a hot, oiled finger down to Kylo’s still-soft cock.

“From a certain point of view,” Snoke whispered back. “Your control is…admirable. You do your Uncle proud.” Kylo cried out as the huge hand wrapped around him, tight and hot. “However…” Snoke leaned closer. Fear spiked inside Kylo when something huge and hard jabbed against his inner thigh. Did his Master… “Yes,” said Snoke. “To truly know the Dark, one must be filled…”

A slick finger trailed behind his sac, circled his puckered, clenching hole.

“Can you take it, Kylo Ren?” Snoke purred.

Kylo arched up into his Master, keening, as the finger breached the tight ring of muscle. The burn consumed his senses and he thrashed in his Master’s grip, the long-denied touch almost sending him over the edge.

The invisible touch pinched the base of his cock as Snoke’s free hand dug into his hip, and Kylo was left panting, half relieved, half panicked. His cock strained flushed and thick against his stomach, the tip leaking fluid, so hard he thought he would split. Blood hummed in his ears as Snoke’s sharp tongue flicked out and tasted his lips, his Master groaning softly as it came back dark from where Kylo had bitten his lip.

“Why…” Kylo whispered, almost screaming again as another finger sank deep inside him.

“Give yourself to the Dark Side, Kylo Ren,” Snoke murmured in his ear. “Your first. Your last. All of you…”

More pressure, this time on his thighs as the presence spread him wider, kneaded the meat of his ass, spreading his cheeks painfully wide. Snoke leaned back on his heels and took in the sight before him. He flooded Kylo’s mind with image, starting with the first time the boy had knelt at his feet. Of those plush and needy lips, the sculptured body effortlessly defeating his rivals, the torment kaylo had put himself through, to stay pure, ready…

“Beautiful…” Snoke hissed. “Of course the Dark wants you…” He drew back fully and slicked up his swollen cock, throbbing thick against his belly, dripping pre-come on his apprentice’s thighs. Kylo moaned as the wet heat rolled down his skin.

“Give – “

Snoke leaned forward, blunt, hot and slick against his entrance.

“Give what, Apprentice?” He said, rolling his hips. Kylo gasped.

“Power…The – “ He stuttered, thrust up, anything to - “Take – “

The Dark Side screamed with Kylo as Snoke filled him with one rough thrust. His Master didn’t wait for him to adjust, ignoring the blood and his apprentice’s cries, and set a punishing rhythm as writhed, pinned to the rough stone by his Master’s body, and the Dark power pulsating around him.

He finally realized that they were not alone. Snoke’s face seemed to change, to slide and shift as the fires sputtered and smoked. Shadow hands pressed into his skin, wrenching screams from his throat as they sliced deeper inside of him than Snoke’s cock, and writhed in his blood and chest, consuming him.

Kylo growled and smashed his hips into his Master’s. Snoke laughed with the shadows and sped up. Kylo gave as good as he got, meeting his every thrust, dragging his Master and the Dark deep inside. They howled in unison, clawing at each other, dragging moans and screams and blood in equal measure out of their bodies. Bones cracked and groaned. The stone grew slick with blood.

They came together in an explosion of heat and blood. Snoke left him on his back on the stone, eyes blank and glassy, come dripping from his hole.

And the stone gained another layer of blood.

a/n2: So this happened...Umm, Snoke/Kylo/The Dark Side = OT3???

Auuuuuugh I forgot to label it!!
Title = 'Empty', Kylo/Snoke

Not OP, but holy shit, that was deliciously fucked up. Jesus. It was also kinda hot in a creepy and chilling way, especially the last line.

Choice Kylo ruining right there 👌👌👌

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