tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #3

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I can tell already that I'm going to love this. :)
I absolutely adore seeing poor Poe is one ridiculous situation after another. Thank you for this :D

After Rog's shuttle leaves, Hux calls off the rest of her shift. Unamo nods sympathetically; she'll be thrilled to get command on such a big day. Hux sets her access to Extreme Priority Only (that is, Phasma calling to tell her the ship is about to crash). She puts on the second Dancers at the End of Time album, crunches one more Perkium to get her over the edge, and falls deeply asleep to the sounds of Jherek Carnelian's swirling, echoing guitar.

She wakes up to faint bars of light behind her eyes, warm air on her skin. She's naked, and a few twitches confirm that she can't move her arms or legs. Why can't she feel binders around her limbs? When she looks down, her extremities dissolve away into black mist.

There's something stroking her belly, soft and velvety against her skin. It's pleasant, invisible, and plusher than anything she's ever touched, anything she could imagine. Hux stares down at herself, trying to catch movement out of the corner of her eye, identify the phantom feeling. She digs her fingernails into the pads of her hands. It's easy enough to flex her fingers, but she feels nothing at all.

She lets go of the sparks of fear in her gut and melts into the dream. Experimentally, she wills the phantom touch to move down her abdomen, between her legs. It wavers for a moment. Then she can feel it pushing back, sliding up her body and over her ribcage, tentacles of a bodiless touch cupping her breasts.

The dream feels good, but it's disobeying her. Hux backs off, settling into her own body slowly, ready to pin down the tantalizing feeling if it shows signs of dissolving.

Hands all over her, teasing her apart, and there's something real between her legs. Leather gloves, solid fingers stroking the soft skin of her thighs. Hux knows those gloves, she's seen Kylo Ren tug them off.

Of course her subconscious would bring him up. What's in a dream besides something you shouldn't have? That's what they're for. Hux wills his form into being, ragged cloak swirling about his shoulders, dun robes like clouds around his body. Before she can even finish his mask, the clothes fade into the outfit he'd worn at that ridiculous party--the pants she'd tried very hard not to look at, the gaudy shirt that showed just a few stray wisps of black chest hair. Minus Phasma's cape.

Faces are usually blurs for Hux on the rare occasion one appears in her dreams, but Kylo Ren's face is clear and bright. She even sees the dark spots spattered on his cheeks, something she never would have bothered with in a fantasy.

"Are you afraid of me?" he whispers. "Afraid of what I could do to you?" Two glove-clad fingers play between her legs, stroking her with an impossibly delicate touch.

"No," Hux says. "Yes? Keep going."

"Is that all you have to say to me, General?" The fingers creep downwards, towards the opening of her cunt. So impossibly slow.

"Do not stop," Hux adds.

"You're...eager."

"Please?" Hux tries. "With the gloves. Without. I don't care."

One glove disappears, and Ren's big, pale hand is like fire on the delicate skin of her thigh. Hux sucks in a breath as the glow of Ren's energy leaches into her skin, as her heart beats fire deeper and deeper through her veins. It's a dream, so she can see it sparking under her skin, winking in and out the way stars do through the corona of a sun.

Hux is too fascinated with the brightness under her skin to look at Ren. She flexes her fingers, and they glimmer from within. It's too easy to get engrossed in this enchantment, and she's surprised to feel something slide into her flesh, press against the bright spot deep inside of her. She can sense the warmth within, but it's insulated. A finger clad in leather gloves. She strains at the light and warmth in it, the power, and she feels it respond to her call.

The sparks flicker out, the warmth is gone. Hux drops back into a stolid awareness of her body. There are no hands on her skin, nothing between her legs. Ren's dark eyes and pale face float in front of her, everything else swathed in a veil of black mist.

"Succubus!" Ren hisses, and the black mist rolls over his eyes.

Hux's eyes fly open to a faint glimmer of light. Her legs are tangled in sheets, her body clammy and damp. She gropes on her bedside table for her leather gloves and frantically pulls one on.

"Repeat track four," she barks to her datapad. The fuzzed-out wail of "An Alien Heat" sinks into her ears. Hux closes her eyes and returns to the fantasy. Body restrained, leather gloves between her thighs. There was something else, but it fades from her mind as she slips her hand between her legs.

Mild guilt itches at her heart, and she tries to imagine Rog. She can summon up his face, but the fantasy never gels; Rog would never wear gloves while he fingered her. He'd never ask her if she was afraid of his touch.

With a sigh, Hux succumbs to the fantasy of Kylo Ren's flashing eyes and floating hair. She's never masturbated with a glove on before, but it's easy enough to find the familiar angle to slip two fingers in, the right spot to press her thumb against her clitoris.

A fantasy version of Ren sneers and works two fingers in and out of her cunt. She struggles and wails without words. It's one of Hux's old go-to scenarios when she'd needed to calm down quickly and didn't care if she felt grimy afterwards; being held down, exposed, forced to orgasm. Hux's hips jerk up and she presses her nail against her clit, gritting her teeth.

"Are you afraid of me? Of what I could do to you?"

Hux is never sure if she's really afraid in these particular fantasies, but she says it anyway. "I'm so afraid. Please, have mercy."

"I won't," says her fantasy Ren, and Hux comes neatly with three quick jerks of her hips. Her legs are still a little wobbly when she steps into the 'fresher before her shift starts.

That was really hot! I'm still enjoying your fic immensely and I'm always delighted to see where you take it next.

“You’re so beautiful and so very good to me.” The heavily accented voice croons even, the voice’s owner pushes Poe’s head further down on to the man’s cock as he comes hard into his mouth. “Worth every penny I paid for you. I’m never letting you go pretty bird.”

Poe closes his eyes at the touch and tries to forget where he is even as he drinks every drop of the man’s sperm.

Gasping Poe jerks up in bed, heart bounding as the last vestiges of his dream clinging to his mind. It’s been years since he’s thought about that time and to be recalling it all of a sudden. Why am I remembering this now?

“Mmmm Poe?” Finn’s voice comes out groggy and sleep thick as he reaches up to try and pull Poe back down beside him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. . .just. . . it was just a bad dream.” Poe let’s Finn pull him close to his chest. Old memories can’t hurt him, he doesn’t live that life anymore and on top of that he has Finn now. “I’m sorry if I woke you.”

Finn gives him sleepy reply and presses a kiss to his forehead. “S’kay, love you.”

The dream is already fading and Poe finds himself drifting easily off to sleep again. “I love you to.” Dreams can’t hurt him after all.

-

Things progress normally most of the next day right up until mid-day when General Organa calls a meeting with all of her senior command staff. It isn’t unusual for her to call these meetings but something about it has Poe’s hair standing on end there’s something that just doesn’t feel quite right.

“I have received a message from Era Min Tik governor of Rya, he’s extended an offer of aid to the Resistance.” General Organa begins, glancing around at all those gathered, her gaze lingering on Poe before moving on. “Their main offer is for electronic elements, cybernetics, parts for ships and astromech and any repairs we may need. They’ve also some financial aid.”

The command center erupts as everyone puts forth questions about their possible new allies.

General Ackbar holds his hand up for silence. “Rya is a small planet, what has pushed them to reach out to the Resistance?”

“Era Min Tik is hails from the Core worlds and many of the other citizens of Rya had family in the Hosnian system.” The General’s words garner a lot of nods; it’s a familiar story in the wake of Starkiller Base’s destruction of the Hosnia Prime and the planets around it. “Governor Tik will be arriving today with a delegation to meet with us and further discuss the details of the alliance. I want rooms prepared for them as well a small banquet.”

“That leaves us very little time to prepare, why inform us so late?” Admiral Statura ventures to ask.

General Organa barely suppresses a sigh. “Because they did not give me much advanced notice, I believe there was some intent to catch us off guard. Lucky for us we won’t be caught with our pants down. I’ve sent everyone their tasks, we have twelve hours to prepare. Dismissed.”

Everyone scrambles to see to their appointed tasks; Poe is just reaching for his own datapad to check what the fleet will be required to do when General Organa catches his attention.

“Commander, I need a word with you.” It’s not unusual for General Organa to pull Poe aside to talk to him but there’s something in her tone that has Poe on guard. Nodding he follows her into her office, mindful of BB-8 following along after him beeping inquisitively.

“What is it General?” If she’s calling him to her office by his title then something important has come up.

She suddenly looks so worn down before his eyes as she gestures for him to sit. “Poe, I haven’t put you on the roster for the visit, I’ve delegated all responsibilities to Captain’s Kun and Arana for now.”

“What!” Poe is just about to take a seat before jumping up at her words. “General if I did something wrong-” He’s interrupted by General Organa.

“Era Min Tik is the younger brother of Bala-tik.” General Organa says calmly and Poe finds himself falling back into the chair because suddenly he can’t breathe.

General Organa is at his side immediately and he can vaguely hear her talking to him but everything is fuzzy and far away. He barely feels the floor rushing up to meet him when he tries to stand and instead ends up passing out on the floor.

-

There’s someone jerking his head up harshly, angling it so that they can look at his face, opening his mouth to check his teeth and running their hands over the exposed skin of his body, which is most of it.

“Where is this one from?”

The slave master, a man Poe has become used to seeing, comes over and looks down at Poe with a sneer of disgust. “He looks Alderaanian, s’what his DNA signature reads to, but his ID revealed that he’s out of Yavin 4.”

The man who’s examining him grins. “Not many slaves from Alderaan these days.”

“No, I suppose not, makes him more valuable and he’s quite the looker. I’ve got him marked as a pleasure slave.” The slaver reaches over and jerks Poe’s arm pulling him forward so that the mark on his hip is visible. “He’s had some training with our master of the art but he’s mostly remained untouched. Our physical revealed that he’s untouched, another reason his price is so high.”

The man looks down at Poe lecherously. “You a virgin boy?”

Poe glares at him. “What if I am? It’s not like you’re going to get a chance to touch me! Someone’s coming for me soon!” His head rocks to the side as the man’s hand makes contact with his cheek harshly before his jaw is grabbed again, hard enough to bruise this time.

“You’re going to need breaking it seems; I do enjoy breaking in new toys.” Poe’s face is released as the man turns to the slaver. “I’ll take him and pay extra to have him washed and dressed up for me. I like my playthings to look lovely.”

Fear floods through Poe. He’s twenty-four and he’s being sold as a pleasure slave to some villain out of a horror novel. Papa. Papa where are you? Why hasn’t anyone come for him?

-

Poe wakes up feeling disorientated, and heavy. It takes several moments for him to open his eyes and the first thing he sees is Finn’s worried face hovering over his own. “Hi.”

Finn’s face breaks in to a smile and he leans down to press a kiss to Poe’s forehead. “Hi yourself. You had me worried. When the General comm’d me and told me to get to medic I’m pretty sure my heart stopped.”

“I’m sorry; I didn’t plan on taking an impromptu nap on the floor.” He doesn’t want to think about what had led to his panic attack, six year and he though he was over the fear that his former Master’s name invoked in him.

He can feel Finn’s hand in his hair, petting it in a soothing manner, the action making Poe feel sleepy. “Looks like you need another nap; I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Love you.” Poe says already half asleep, he smiles when Finn says it back and for the first time in a few days is able to sleep without any nightmares.

When he wakes up next Finn isn’t at his bedside, instead when he turns his head he sees Leia working diligently on her datapad. She looks up when she feels his gaze on her and she’s frowning at him.

“Uh oh. . .what did I do this time?”

Leia puts down her datapad and crosses her arms. “When I came here earlier to check on you I ran into Finn, he asked what happened. Operating under the assumption that he knew all about your past I told him you’d reacted badly to hearing about Governor Tik’s older brother. Now Finn had heard of the man but only because he had the misfortune of running into him not long after escaping Jakku with Rey and BB-8, he couldn’t understand why you would react badly to hearing the man’s name.”

Poe looks away, knowing why she’s angry. “It’s not something that’s come up. . . and I don’t want him to treat me differently because of what happened to me.”

There’s a sigh and Poe feels bad, Leia shouldn’t have to worry about his problems on top of everything else. “He won’t look at you any different Poe, that man loves you, he thinks the world of you.”

“So you’re saying that I should definitely tell him.” Poe says jokingly because he doesn’t want to think about how the conversation will go, doesn’t want to think about anything to do with Bala-tik.

When Leia hugs him, Poe leans into her. “I’m scared Leia. . . .”

“I know Poe, but I promise that he really won’t treat you differently.” She pulls away and cups his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Tell him while you go on the supply run I’m assigning you.”

Poe knows an out when he sees one, and Leia isn’t exactly subtle about it. “I’m cleared to fly?”

“Yes, but no grand heroics or going off course; I’m lending you a small shuttle and you’re going to a nearby outpost to pick up some food and other supplies. They won’t be ready until tomorrow so you’ll have to spend the night.”

She’s really too good to him and always looking out for him. “Thank you.”

“Go find your man and get out of here, and don’t think I won’t know if you don’t tell him.” Poe grimaces at that but nods, giving her another quick hug before he’s heading out of the med center to go and find Finn.

-

Poe is a nervous wreck inside during the entire flight to their destination and he knows that Finn can tell. Finn, sweet Finn, says nothing about it, choosing instead to talk about his own work with the Pathfinders and Stormtrooper rehabilitation program. Poe listens and gives the occasional opinion, but mostly he keeps quiet, his thoughts on what he is going to tell Finn that night.

When night finally comes and the two of them are settled into their hotel for the night, Poe turns to Finn, studying his face intently.

Finn looks back with calm before reaching out and taking Poe’s hand in his own larger one. “Poe, are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

Instead of saying anything right away, Poe strips out of his clothes and takes their joint hands, setting Finn’s hand over a scar on his hip. “I’m sure that you’ve noticed this before.”

Looking confused Finn nods, running his thumb over the palm sized scar. “Yes, I’m quite familiar with it.” He jokes, and Poe can’t help but smile. “I though it was like most of your scars, some sort of battle wound. But it’s not is it. . . it’s got something to do with the governor that’s coming to visit.”

Trust Finn to put things together so easily. “It’s not exactly to do with Governor Era Min Tik.” Poe takes a deep breath, he needs to do this, it’s the one big secret that he’s never told Finn, hasn’t really told anyone; only Leia and his father know about this part of his past. “It’s to do with his brother Bala-tik.”

“The guy from the Guavian Death Gang?” At Poe’s nod, Finn frowns in confusion. “Did you have a run in with him like Han did? I know the Resistance is strapped for cash but I can’t see us using criminals as a method for resources.”

If only Finn knew what they’ve done in the past when they’ve been desperate for things. “No, it’s nothing to do with the Resistance, other than Leia being involved.” This is hard, as Poe knew it would be, but it’s still extremely difficult to form the words and admit to this painful part of his past. “When I was twenty-four I was taken during a mission. I was gone for seven months and I. . .” Poe stops needing to recompose himself. “I was captured by slavers and sold as a. . .as a pleasure slave.”

Poe risks glancing up at Finn and sees realization and horror dawning on his face. “Bala-tik bought you he. . .he hurt you.” When Poe nods and turns away, he feels Finn pull him into his arms and hug him tightly. “Poe, oh Poe, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

Even though he knew that Finn was likely not going to react with disgust, it’s still comforting to not be turned away. One of Finn’s hands has come up to pet his hair and Poe allows himself to relax into the touch, feeling his body shudder with suppressed emotions. “I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“No, don’t be, I can understand why you wouldn’t want to and I don’t blame you.” Finn’s words are tender and loving, just like the man himself. “And if I ever see Bala-tik again I am going to make sure he pays for what he did to you.”

Even though he knows he shouldn’t encourage any sort of feeling of revenge, even in those who are not Force sensitive it’s a dangerous sentiment, Poe doesn’t stop Finn. Poe himself is too weak, too afraid of even the memory of Bala-tik to think of revenge, for now he’ll take comfort and strength in the fact that Finn would do it for him.

This is really great! I love how you wrote all of the characters.

aww thank you!!!

Love this!!
Wow. Poor Poe..(I really want to see more of his time with Bala-Tik..or how would it even be if Era Man-Tik meets him and realize who Poe is. And how did he's been captured and later saved by Leia)

..and wow, Poe, it's a wonder how he managed to preserve his virginity until he's 24..

Just a little introduction.

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Finn hesitates outside the prisoner’s cell, gloved hand poised over a colorful array of buttons. A fingerprint scanner flashes a red light, and a monotonous, metallic voice drones: “AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ON—”

Finn takes a step back, unclips the blaster from his waist, and shoots out the display. The droning voice fizzles out. He hooks his blaster back on his belt and reaches into the still-smoking hole in the wall.

After he connects some bits of wire, the doors to the cell whoosh open, and a blast of cool, processed air hits him in the face. Finn pulls his scarf up over his nose and mouth, until he’s certain only his eyes are showing, then steps in.

The prisoner is pressed back into a corner, clutching only a plasteel dinner tray in shaking hands as a weapon. Her attire is drab and dull, torn and fraying in some places, not at all like Finn remembers. Her blonde hair is greasy and stringy, hanging in her eyes in lank clumps.

“Wh—who are you?” she whispers, lifting the tray when Finn takes another step into the cell.

He turns, waves his hand, and the door shuts behind him. When he turns back around, Finn lowers his arm and gazes at the pathetic sight before him. It’s then that he notices the chain around the prisoner’s neck, tucked into the collar of her prison-issue tunic.

“What’s that?” he asks, pointing out the necklace.

The woman clutches a dirty hand over it. “It’s mine. You can’t have it.” She tips her chin up at him in defiance. “I’ll never hand it over. You’ll have to kill me first.”

Finn reaches up for his scarf, pausing for a moment, wondering if revealing himself so early in the game will actually do more harm than good. Finn tugs the scarf away from his face.

The woman stares at him, her blue eyes as wide as saucers. She jumps to her feet and swings the tray at him, but Finn easily blocks it and knocks it aside. Disarmed now, she backs away from him against the wall, breaths coming raggedly. Finn notes she has faded bruises on her neck and collarbone, and her fingernails are torn to the nubs and bloodied.

Phasma had once been a rising star in the First Order. Finn had once been the star of her unit. Now, here they were. She’s a prisoner of war and Finn, if he finishes what he’d set out to do earlier that morning, will be a traitor to the Resistance.

“What do you want from me,” Phasma asks.

“I don’t want anything from you,” Finn says, reaching into the pouch clipped at his waist. Phasma’s eyes follow the movement of his hand and she tenses, clenching her hands into fists. “I have something for you.”

“That does nothing to reassure me,” Phasma mutters.

“Here.” Finn pulls out a pack of half-eaten rations. “I couldn’t steal anymore without it looking suspicious. I know it’s not much, but at least it’s something. I know you must not be getting much food or water down here.”

Phasma flicks her eyes back to Finn’s face. “This is treason,” she hisses. Finn suppresses a bitter laugh; as if he didn’t already know that. “If they find you down here, they’ll execute us both.”

“I know,” he says, pushing the pack at one of her fisted hands. Phasma unclenches her fingers and takes it from him.

“I’ll ask again, then,” she says, looking down at the packet with some skepticism. “What do you want from me?”

“The Resistance is planning to use you as bait to lure Ren from whatever cave he’s currently hiding in,” Finn says, turning on his heel and pacing. “After Ren is sufficiently lured, both of you will be executed publicly as a warning to all who support the First Order that the Resistance is done with mercy and showing kindness to its enemies.”

Phasma pockets the pack of rations. “This doesn’t sound like Organa’s doing,” she sniffs, disdainfully.

Finn turns back around and Phasma throws her chin up again, straightening to her full, impressive height. She looks a little bit more like the chrome-plated figure that still haunts Finn’s nightmares.

“General Organa would never have agreed to anything so…cruel. But she’s not the one in charge anymore,” Finn says, cursing under his breath when he realizes he’s revealed a bit more than he intended to.

Phasma seems curious now, though, and she presses him for more. “Is Organa dead?”

“She’s…occupied,” Finn mutters. He pulls a canister out of his pack and hands it to her. “I might not be able to come back. If my absence extends past two full days, you can assume I’ve been found out. And that I’ll probably be joining you in one of these cells.” He pats a slick durasteel wall.

Phasma uncaps the canister and drinks greedily from it. When she’s done, she wipes her mouth off on the sleeve of her tunic. She lowers the canister and looks Finn directly in the eye.

“Thank you.”

“It’s nothing. Don’t mention it,” Finn says, shying away from her gaze and her thanks. “I mean, really. Don’t mention it. If anyone asks, you never saw me. The panel for the door short-circuited. I was never here. Got it?” He wraps the scarf back around his nose and mouth.

“Indeed.” Phasma hoards the canister of water and pack of rations against her chest.

“May the Force be with you,” Finn mumbles, turning to leave.

Phasma doesn’t respond to that, but Finn wasn’t expecting her to.

"General."

Hux turns left out of her quarters and nearly collides with Kylo Ren. At least he has his mask on. She doesn't think she could bear to look him in the face. "Lord Ren. Excuse me, I must be on the bridge."

"I am needed there as well." Ren's ragged robes keep pace with her quick strides.

"Good. I'm glad you're where you're supposed to be." Hux consciously focuses on her datapad, flicking through her morning's mail. Two holos from Rog already? He must have not slept much. They're not marked priority, at any rate; they can't be that important.

"I see you jettisoned your fiance."

"I sent Colonel Zoller back to his duties, I didn't throw him out of an airlock."

"You don't wish to be around him?" Ren's helmet turns to face her. Hux doesn't look up; she can feel the weight of his attention on her. "You don't wish to lie in his arms, night after night?"

"I don't have time for these games, Ren. Colonel Zoller is assigned to another ship, under another commander. Removing him from his duties for sentimental reasons would be unacceptable. That is all."

"Nobody would have challenged you."

"It would have been unacceptable to me. Are we finished with this conversation?"

Ren is silent until they have almost reached the bridge. "Did you want to send him away from you, or from me?"

"Fine. So we're not finished." Hux slams her datapad down on the nearest console. "A moment in private?"

*

Dim bars of light slant across Ren's face; his helmet looks like a set of ethereal eyes, angry and empty. The old interrogation rooms had drains in them, for the blood; Hux likes to think that they've advanced past such barbarity. The right cocktail of drugs and visual stimuli can do more to crack a man's mind than all of the shiny, sharp interrogation droids in the world.

"You thought I would kill him, didn't you?" Ren sounds smug through the vocoder.

"My decision had nothing to do with you, your antipathy towards my fiancee, or your ridiculous outbursts--and what is your objection to Colonel Zoller, anyway?"

"He reeks of the Light."

It's not remotely the answer she'd expected. "The Force?"

"What other Light is there? He is suffused with it. It is in his nature."

"You're saying my fiancee is a Jedi." Hux rolls her eyes. "I am not that gullible."

A chuffing laugh from Ren. "I would have killed him already if he was. There is Light and Dark in all of us, and some more than others. Zoller is all Light. And you and your Order, you rely on the Dark Side to guide you--do you see why he's of no use to you?"

"He's a Hero of the Order. I think your point is invalid."

"He will betray you."

"If you're quite done accusing a Hero of the Order of treason, I think we're very done here."

"You doubt me."

"Very much so. I think you're jealous, and frankly, it's pathetic." Hux's throat tightens up; for a moment, she thinks it's Ren. She's never been on the receiving side of one of Ren's choking tricks. She's seen him do it to prisoners, seen Mitaka's bruises. "I was trying to simply be civil, and you seem to have taken it as some kind of encouragement. There is nothing between us. There never will be."

"Never say never, General."

Hux's fingernails bite into her palms. Games, she tells herself, stupid little head games for dominance. She doesn't have the time for it, she can't afford it. "What do you think would happen if you killed Rog? What do you really think would happen?"

"He would be dead," Ren says, like it's obvious. "Probably bisected."

"And after that," Hux says. Ren is silent, breathing. "Well? Do you think I'd suddenly fall into your arms? Ren, do you think that's the kind of person I am?"

Ren raises his hand. Hux braces herself, sucks in air. But there's no squeeze around her throat, no broken glass in her lungs, just Ren's hand curling in on itself and something smooth and warm stroking her cheek.

"Are you afraid of me?"

No, no, no, no, no. Hux feels her body split within itself, like a glitching holo. Her bones stumble backwards, muscles freezing up. She forces her hand up to her face and feels herself smacking Ren's hand away, sees the shower of red-white sparks where they connect; she sees her arm hanging by her side, as stiff with fear as the rest of her, hand shaking with adrenaline and too unsteady to hit anything at all. It's over in a moment, gone like fireworks.

Hux is alive, but her lungs still feel like they've had the life squeezed out of them; every breath is broken glass. It's the adrenaline, the wash of shock throughout her system. She's never done well with that sort of thing, the aftermath of excitement. Her traitorous legs wobble, and she puts a hand out to steady herself against the wall. At least Ren looks nonplussed, backing away from her like a cat sprayed with water. "Am I?" she rasps, trying not to let her shallow breaths show. "Read my mind. You can, can't you?"

Ren shakes his head slowly, hesitant, makes a sound that might be "No" or "Don't." Hux can't tell. There's blood singing in her ears, blood pounding in her veins.

"I know you can. You can get into people's minds." Hux barely notices the bite of her fingernails against her palms. "Tell me, Ren, was I ever really afraid of you?"

Ren's hand goes to his hip, where Hux knows he keeps his lightsaber. He doesn't draw it, but the threat is there. "What are you?"

Hux stares at him, breath cooling in her chest. The question doesn't seem to have any real meaning, any context. "What do you think I am?" She wanted to sound scornful, haughty. But it comes out broken somehow. What am I? What's happening? Why me?

"Tell Snoke nothing of this," Ren says at last. He stalks out of the interrogation room, ragged cloak swirling behind him.

Hux counts to twenty-five and then leaves, determined not to dream of Kylo Ren that night. She does not dream of anything.

Over on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7756186

I hope you like it!

Thank you for this wonderful prompt, dear anon!

I'm filling it here on AO3, with one short chapter up so far and another to come: Maintenance Affairs I hope this is what you had in mind :)

I have no real reason as to why this took 4 months. But here is the next chapter and the last one shouldn't take nearly as long This one is less silly than the other chapters have been. Sorry v.v

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Something was up with Hux, Kylo could tell this even without having the Force. The General was an impenetrable wall of calm as of late. Though Hux had never been an emotional man. Ren would have thought the death of his cat would have had some effect on his emotional stability. Despite the creature's death, Hux seemed almost serene. It was especially odd in the face of recent desertions of several of the Finalizer’s crew. They were down several petty officers including Thanisson and Unamo. Two Lieutenants, Rodinon and Mitaka. Several Stormtroopers. Worst of all was still the loss of Captain Phasma.

Kylo didn't understand just how Hux could be so calm with all the chaos that was going on. Especially when he'd blown up so when Phasma disappeared.

Worse still, he hadn't yelled at Kylo once during the last three weeks, even in the wake of Kylo's temper tantrums; or so Hux tended to label them.

Even Hux's daily speeches on restoring order to the Galaxy were suffering. They lacked their usual passion, vigour and megalomaniac qualities.

Kylo just knew that something was up and he was determined to get to the bottom of it.
Unfortunately Hux had undergone training by Supreme Leader Snoke to guard against Force suggestion. All Kylo was able to get was the name of a space dating sight and something about a dark pilot. It wasn’t much to go on but Kylo Ren was not a quitter. (Jedi training not included in that statement.)

Discovering which dating program Hux was using was simple. Many of the crew members on the Finalizer seemed to be using it or at least thinking about it often. It was nothing for Kylo to pluck the thoughts from their minds while he was in their vicinity.

Thus Kylo Ren joined Spacr under the username matt_tech. Kylo was excited to be using his Matt the Radar Technician persona once again. It had been some time since he'd used Matt for subterfuge. The first time he had done it things had gone so well.

Establishing an account and creating an online persona took little time. Finding this dark pilot was more difficult. It was only by accident that he stumbled across darkpilot228.

Kylo had been browsing through users when he came across a picture of a familiar cat, a cat that just happened to have apparently died lately. A glance through Hux's friends list led him to darkpilot228. The man, if his user image was anything to go by, was obviously a pilot given that he was wearing a bright orange flight suit in the picture, his face was not visible. If this was the right man his position as a pilot would allow him to travel easily to have met up with the various crew members of the Finalizer prior to their forsaking of the First Order.

Feeling himself grinning beneath his mask, Kylo sent the man a friend request and offer to chat. Soon he would have the man right where he wanted him, with a lightsaber through his chest, and everything would be back to normal.

Unfortunately Kylo didn’t account for the fact that the man was absolutely charming and deceptively easy to talk to. Soon enough Kylo was enjoying his exchanges with darkpilott228 and found himself looking forward to his downtime so that he could spend hours exchanging messages with him.

How was work today?

Kylo fights back a little smile at the message that darkpilot228 sent him before replying. He never gave specific details of what he did, the darkpilot228 know only that Matt was a radar technician on a large ship.

My boss was angry today, I received a bit of a dressing-down

That much was true, Supreme Leader Snoke was not happy about the news of the mass desertions on the Finalizer. Hux had taken the majority of Snoke’s wrath and had done so with a stony face, merely promising to put a stop to it as soon as possible. Somehow Kylo doubted he would, not when he was barely addressing it outside of warnings about what would happen should anyone be caught. He knew Hux wasn’t a traitor but didn’t think the General was as loyal as he used to be either.

Sorry to hear; I hope it wasn’t too bad.

It was worse for my co-worker, he’s the one who was more responsible for the issue.

Good for you but bad for him I guess. Hopefully the problem is resolved soon.

I’m getting to the bottom of it, I think I’ve almost found what caused it.

That much was true, but he wouldn’t let darkpilot228 know that he was the one Kylo suspected.

If anyone can fix it I know it’s you! You’re so smart Matt!

Kylo was not blushing, and even if he was anyone who saw him would have their memories wiped of the image. Why anyone would enter Kylo’s personal quarters in the first place was not considered

Thanks /// and I hope so. I have an early day tomorrow so I will message you later. Goodbye.

Sleep well and pleasant dreams ;)

He was most assuredly not falling for the man’s charms. He was not weak like Hux and the others.

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Two months speaking to darkpilot228 and Kylo was ready to go into for the kill, he had been given an excuse to go planet side for a personal mission and Hux had not batted an eyelash at the request, only told him not to bother him when he was busy.

(There was less spite and fire in that voice than usual. Kylo would never admit it out loud but he missed the verbal spars he used to have with Hux.)

Kylo rented an apartment in the Middle City for his time on the planet, and he eagerly told darkpilot228 about it, giving him the address in hopes that they could meet. To keep anyone fro discovering his plan, Kylo took his own ship and once he was well away from the Finalizer donned the disguise of Matt the Radar Technician before he landed on the planet.

Given that he truly does have business on the planet, Kylo sees to this first, assassinating the Supreme Leader’s enemies always gets him in a good mood. He also retrieves several items from a notable collector of Jedi and Sith artefacts. The man’s usefulness means that he gets to live, but Kylo makes sure he doesn’t remember that he was visited by Kylo Ren.

He sends another message to darkpilot228 after his business is concluded and invites him to the apartment.

I can’t wait to see you ;) I’ll be there in two days time!

Kylo tries not to gloat, too much, and he sends back a quick Can’t wait to see you! Everything is going according to plan.

Two days later Kylo waits in anticipation for the knock at the door that will signal his guest has arrived. He’s fully dressed as Matt the Radar Technician, including the large glasses. It’s not until shortly after mid day that there’s a knock at the door and Kylo has to push down the thrill of excitement that runs through him, soon he will get down to the bottom of the First Order defections and Hux’s odd behaviour.

Putting on a carefully nervous smile, he goes to the door and opens it.

“Hi Matt!” Kylo was not expecting he voice of darkpilot228 to be so familiar to him, he’s even more surprised when he looks down into the big brown eyes of Poe Dameron. He isn’t sure whether to be surprised or laugh because of course, if anyone was charismatic enough to sway members of the First Order away from their posts it would be the beloved ace pilot of the Resistance.

Keeping his reactions hidden, Kylo forces a shy smile to his face. “Hi darkpilot, I’m really glad you could make it. . . i-it’s great to finally meet you.” He steps aside to let Poe in, watching the smaller man as he passes by him. Poe is dressed in dark clothes, Kylo’s not sure he’s ever seen him wear black before, it looks really good on him, particularly the tight black sweater that seems to hug him everywhere, accentuating his waist in a way that makes Kylo wonder if he could wrap both his hands around it.

“You can just call me Poe.” Poe seems to have no issues using his real name, it’s unwise of him. Kylo can’t help but wonder if he’s grown so cocky that he knows any First Order members that contact and meet with him will also defect.

Closing the door, Kylo is unsure of what to do for a moment before remembering how his mother always offered tea to her guests. “Would you like a drink?”

Poe shakes his head, reaching out and catching Kylo’s hand in his own. “You look tense Matt. Why don’t we go sit down and I can give you a massage. I mean with how hard you work, you deserve it.” He paused looking up at Kylo. “You might have to sit on the floor, you’re really tall, but we can put pillows down for you to sit on.”

Kylo hesitated; he wasn’t sure if he wanted Poe to touch him, at he same time though a massage would likely feel really good. “Alright. . .”

When Poe smiled brightly up at him, Kylo’s heart most certainly did not skip a beat in the wake of Poe’s smile. “You get comfortable, and I’m gunna go find some oil or cream. I’m not expecting you to take your shirt off or anything, but it does feel nice.”

The way Poe spoke made Kylo feel reassured, nodding he set about making himself a nice little nest of pillows and then made himself comfortable there.

“I found a hairbrush in there, I love having my hair brushed so I figured you might like the same.” Poe is smiling so brightly that it make Kylo almost weak kneed, good thing he was sitting.

He’s glad that he died his hair instead of the wig this time, in truth he really enjoyed having his hair brushed. “Thank you I-I’d like that.”

Poe settles on the bed behind Kylo and it’s not long before Kylo is practically melting into him. “Your hands are like heaven, by the Force.” Why had Poe ever become a pilot! If Kylo had known about the magic of his hands he might never have joined the dark side. “Ooooh right there.” He moans as Poe found a particularly sore spot at the base of his neck.

“You weren’t lying about your job being stressful.” Poe says as he works the spot, until Kylo feels the muscles loosen up there. “Your boss must be a real jerk.”

Kylo hums in agreement. “He’s been really stressed lately, but my uh that feels nice, my I guess supervisor has been better than normal, so that’s been good.”

“That’s good to hear.” After awhile Poe stops the massage, “You’re about as relaxed as you can get, why don’t we move to your hair?”

Kylo only nods and Poe sets about brushing Kylo’s hair and humming as he does. It’s almost enough to lull Kylo to sleep. He relaxes against Poe, enjoying the way the brush moves through his hair. In some ways it reminds him of when he was young and his mother used to do this for him. Surprisingly that doesn’t make him as angry as it normally would have.

“I like your hair, it’s nice.” Poe says his humming coming to a stop as he speaks. “You look good as a blond Ben.”

Seconds after the words are out of Poe’s mouth, Kylo is moving; he quickly has Poe on the bed, pressing him into the mattress with a hand around his throat. “How did you know?”

Poe doesn’t seem at all worried about their current position. “We grew up together Ben; of course I would recognize you. I even knew who you were when we first again back on Jakku. You know when you had me tortured and ripped the maps location from my mind.”

“I had thought you would be more broken up after what I did, I was not gentle.” Kylo’s grip on Poe’s neck loosens slightly.

Poe looks up at Kylo from where he’s being pinned to the bed, he doesn’t seem at all afraid. "Does that disappoint you?"

". . .not as much as it should." Kylo admits, pulling away to let Poe up. “So I was right about you luring the members of the First Order away. How did you do it? Even General Hux. . .”

There’s a fond smile on Poe’s face at the mention of Hux, “Ari is great, we talked about Millie and we’re still talking almost every night. I send him updates about her.”

Kylo huffs at that, “I knew his story about her having died was false, even Hux could not be so nonchalant about the death of his beloved pet.”

“Yeah, she’s been sleeping in my room back on base. She and BB-8 get along swimmingly.” Kylo chuckles at the though.

Things are quiet between them after that, the two men study each other searching for what Kylo doesn’t know. It’s Poe who breaks the silence though. “Come home with me Ben, you can do so much good working with us. The First Order is failing and even then it wasn’t going to bring balance to the Galaxy like they claimed.”

In truth Kylo never cared much for the First Order, what was important to him had always been being more like his grandfather and becoming stronger. Snoke had promised both these things and not delivered. The death of his father at his own hands had made him feel weaker. Besides if Snoke was considered one of the strongest Force Users in the Galaxy, then Kylo would be stronger for beating him (and hadn’t his grandfather thrown off the Emperor’s shackles to find redemption?)

“Alight, I’ll go back with you. . . maybe these Jedi and Sith artefacts I have with me will soften the blow of my punishment.”

Poe shakes his head, reaching over and giving Kylo a hug. “Your mom is just going to be happy to have you back. Everyone else will get used to you; they did for all the other strays I brought home.”

Kylo laughs weakly and returns Poe’s hug. “Alright, let’s go home them.”

I love this fic so much! So glad you updated <3

This is great! Phasma wants to be the one with the power, and when Hux doesn't give her the respect she expects, she's out of there. I like how you set this up - the connection between the problem that drives her away from the First Order and the solution that draws her toward Poe Dameron.

LOL, the way Poe says Ben's name, who's (supposedly) in a very heavy disguise, nonchalantly..

I love this story!
Is Poe going to just be a friend to them all? or lover? or just to one or two of them? or none? or all of them?
Can't wait for more!

Last chapter of my first ever Star Wars fanfic. It feels like such a wild ride. I've written something like 35 other fanfics since this one. It's nice to have it done though =D

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Poe sits back with a satisfied grin as he read his latest message from his favourite ginger. Now that Kylo Ren had abandoned Snoke and the First Order, the good General saw no point in remaining and he was bringing a group of people Poe had been speaking with over the last few weeks. The total is well over a hundred and even General Hux is surprised at the extent in which Poe has worked his influence.

The message also mentions just how much he misses his precious Millie and he hopes that Poe has been taking care of her. Poe chuckles and reaches over to scratch Millicent who is lying beside him comfortably; she begins purring as soon as he rubs her behind the ears. “Your daddy’s coming soon; betcha can’t wait to see him, huh?” Millie purrs louder at the question, butting hr head in to Poe’s hand.

Who knew creating a Spacr account would lead to what is looking to be the end of the First Order and possibly this war? Certainly not Poe, he’d only created the account after losing a bet to Pava, she’d only wanted to see how many creeps would message him. Neither of them counted on some of the messages he got, especially from horribly repressed members of the First Order. Most of them didn’t even want anything but to talk to someone who was willing to listen to them.

Poe was nothing if not a good listener, and yeah maybe he was a little talkative at time but that only seemed to make him more endearing to the people who sent him messages.

Of the people that Poe has recruited from the First Order, the stormtroopers are already integrating well with the Resistance under the guidance of Finn who is now a Major. Lieutenant Mitaka kept his rank and is now serving as General Organa’s aid, a roll he seems quite suited for and appears to enjoy. Former stormtrooper captain Phasma kept her word about refusing to join the Resistance, but is causing trouble for pirates and other unsavoury people who may try to interfere with the Resistance. General Hux is only now coming to the Resistance, bringing people and supplies. Kylo Ren has joined Rey in her training under Luke Skywalker and is trying to learn to undo some of the damage he has done and that was done to him by Snoke.

All in all things are really looking up for the Resistance. Poe doesn’t care how much teasing he is getting from the others about seducing their enemies to the good side, it’s all been worth it. Poe’s always believed that a good fighter uses all his weapons to their greatest extent, and his charm just happens to be one of the greatest weapons in his arsenal.

His comm beeps to let him know that he’s been summoned to the Command Hub, letting them know that he’ll be right there, Poe prepares to go. A new alert on his datapad has him pausing and opening the Spacr app; there’s one new message.

SprmLdrSnoo would like to be friends!

Well it looks like his job isn’t quite over yet. Accepting the friend request, Poe sets his datapad down and heads to his meeting. He’s not expecting anything to come out of a conversation with this new online friend, but hey stranger things have happened.

I kinda wish we could see what happen to Poe's interaction with Snoke (a.k.a SprmLdrSnoo, lol)

This is beyond brilliant. XD

[fans self] Why, I do declare this fic rocks quite majorly. XD

Aww, this is so sweet. ^_^

Millicent in a pilot jacket. That is freaking precious. XDD

Hey! telekinetic_hedgehog here, just wanted to let you know that the fic is complete (in case anyone here doesn't read WIPs). Thanks for the great idea; I hope you like the result, because I've sure had a ton of fun!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7423732?view_full_work=true

This is still one of my fave SW fics. :) Love the ending.

Wow. Thanks, anon! Business meetings are going to be rough today, with all this in mind. Best.

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