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FILL - Re: Snoke/Kylo, Hux/Kylo - mpreg, xeno, body horror

[vilya_mariposa]

Hux allowed himself a twinge of excitement. He was looking forward to spending time with his lover Kylo Ren, hopefully in bed together. He stopped short of recalling all the times he had the man under him.

He turned the corner and paused. A pair of red Praetorian guards were outside Kylo’s door. He moved to hit the signaler and was blocked by a pair of crossed pikes. He was wondering how to get past them when the door opened and an invisible hand pushed the pikes apart, much against their wielders will.

Hux entered and found the rooms dimly lit and called out, “Ky?”

A weak “Tage.” Came from the bedroom.

He walked in and found Kylo curled up on the bed, his midriff exposed. A large flesh pouch was grafted to him, the attachments throbbing and to Hux’s untrained eye done in a crude fashion. He looked flush and had an unhealthy pallor. Hux was appalled, “What?”

“Hideous I know, but temporary.” Kylo paused, curling a little tighter, “Master Snoke needs a new body and this new body has to be grown in a living host body, the stronger the force sensitive the better the result.”

Hux was still appalled but not surprised the Kylo would do something like this for Leader Snoke.

“He also banned me from any sexual activity.”

“Because you are so in the mood, feeling as bad as you do.” Hux reached down and played with Kylo’s hair.

Kylo smiled at the sarcasm laden statements, “I do feel bad but also this outrageous horniness.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Don’t want to.” Kylo paused, “But probably should.”

Hux leaned over and kissed Kylo’s temple. “Let me get that. You just rest.”

*

Over the next couple of weeks Kylo was fading before Hux’s eyes. The Praetorian guards were ordered to let Hux enter but he got the feeling that it was not what they wanted to.

Kylo could barely keep his food down and was barely able to eat enough and the parasite started to feed off Kylo. Going to the bathroom was a painful exercise and took ages. Walking and moving with his rapidly altering center of gravity made him nervous about falling. Sonic showers aggravated the parasite so Kylo was set to abandon showering but Hux dragged him into a water shower at least every other day.

Hux worried that his lover was going to lose his life.

*

He was working in his office, alone, after snapping at several people. He glared as the door opened and Captain Phasma entered. She held out a report and he gestured for her to drop it and go. He rubbed at his forehead and then looked up when Phasma’s helmet landed on his desk.

He looked up at her stern and dainty visage. “Something further, Captain?”

“Whatever is concerning you, you need to do something about.”

“You see I have a lot of - !” he jumped back as she swept all the documents and readers off his desk, causing him to jump up and back at the swift motion. “Captain!”

She fixed him with her cool stare. “I am not naïve and clueless. Lord Ren has been conspicuously absent and you don’t hide your affection for him as well as you think.”

Hux met her steely gaze for a long moment, “I’m about to share thoughts with you that may be treasonous.” He waited and she didn’t budge. “Leader Snoke has assigned a task to Kylo that may cost him his life. If he dies, for reasons I’m not allowed to divulge, the Resistance may find a second, harsher wind. This puts all our plans in jeopardy, including the completion of Starkiller Base.”

“And what would Lord Ren do for you?” She smiled at Hux’s pointed look at the debris on the floor. “Kylo Ren may be a maker of chaos, but he gets results.”

Hux sighed, “That surgeon that you have a preference for, the one who has taught you about what affection looks like, is she good at her job? And knowledgeable about discretion?”

“Yes to both.”

Hux gave his rapidly escalating plan a few more seconds of thought. “Have her meet me at junction x-8090 at the end of second shift with whatever she needs for emergency abdominal surgery.”


Hux arrived promptly on time and scowled. “Did the message…”

“If I need to do surgery I need my droid and my assistant.” She eyed the blaster in his hand.

“I am to turn the corner and head to room 4567, wait until a count of six, then follow me, keep your thoughts clear and neutral.” Hux armed the blaster, then walked down the corridor and once in range, fired killing both guards.

He hit the override and let the surgeon and her assistant into the cabin. He made a beeline for the bedroom where Kylo lay on his side, weeping from the pain. Hux moved to look Kylo in the face, “Ky, don’t fight the doctor.”

“But Tage, I promised.”

“Ky, I know but there are promises we sometimes can’t keep.”

Kylo nodded and the surgeon’s assistant administered a drug that knocked Kylo out. Hux stood up straight and helped the surgeon and her assistant roll Kylo onto his back and begin removing clothes.

The surgeon winced, “How long has,” she prodded the large bulge, looking at the readout from the droid, “this pouch been infected?”

“It’s infected?”

She nodded, “How long has he had this?”

“Six weeks, he’s been exhausted as it has been draining the life out of him.”

“Has he complained of fever?”

“He’s been warm the last couple of days but has denied feeling feverish. The pouch needs to come out.”

“Yes, but I can’t guarantee he will survive the surgery, which I would rather not do here.”

“We don’t have time to move him.” Hux checked his watch, “From the moment I shot the guards your time has been running out.”

The surgeon had been prepping while Hux had been talking as her assistant gave Kylo something else and swabbed the area.

“I’d stand back if I were you.” She warned Hux.

Hux stood at Kylo’s head and put his hands on his shoulders, “This is as far as I’m going.”

The surgeon nodded, leaned back and activated her laser scalpel, and blood and pus oozed out in a slow but thick torrent. Hux winced as she began removing the pouch, her assistant helping by moving things as she directed, after setting a basin by Kylo’s knees.

“Just a note, whoever installed this was a hack,” she continued, “He’s going to sick for days just from the infection and the rejection.”

“Rejection?”

“Yes, it’s clear even without blood tests that there is a rejection going on here, Lord Ren’s body is rejecting whatever this is.” She made a final cut and her and her assistant pulled the pouch free and dropped it in the basin, quickly moving to close off sources of bleeding.

Hux took a few moments to gently caress Kylo’s face, then he sensed motion. The assistant shrieked as the thing leapt at him from the basin. The surgeon swore as she tried to finish her work as tentacles swung in her direction and her assistant tried to keep a grip on it’s wet slimy exterior. Then the assistant redoubled his efforts as the thing headed for Hux.

Hux dodged some kind of quill shot his direction then dodged to the side as the thing broke free, swinging toward him by a tentacle wrapped around a light fixture. Hux fired at it. It screeched but absorbed the shot, causing the surgeon to swear as it swung tentacles her direction.

Hux grabbed the lightsaber and with a clumsy swing he hoped Kylo never heard about he cut the creature in two, knocking its dead body to the floor.

*

The next few days were hectic. Leader Snoke had abruptly dropped dead, his surgeons could not resuscitate him and were at a loss for an explanation. Hux stepped forward, assuming the title of Supreme Leader, only having to kill four people to secure his position. The first week anyway.

Hux carved out a few minutes each day to stop by the med bay to look in on Kylo, who was in some kind of self-induced trance. He would stand by Kylo’s bedside, touch his hair and his hand, placing gentle kisses on Kylo’s forehead and hand.



Kylo woke up when Hux wasn’t there. He was informed of Snoke’s death and Hux’s promotion. He was also told he should not do any serious twisting or lift anything over ten pounds.


Hux walked in to find Kylo sitting up, alert and awake, but still pale and wobbly. Hux dismissed the staff and waited until the door closed. He walked over and reached out for Kylo’s hand. Kylo pulled his hand away.

Hux hung his head, “I deserved that.”

“Yes, you do.” Kylo sighed, then winced at the pain it caused. “The surgeon filled me in on what happened.” He frowned at the terrible pun, “That you killed the future host with my lightsaber which killed Snoke, too.”

“Unintentional consequences.” Hux said reaching behind him and pulling the lightsaber free holding it out.

It was large enough their fingers didn’t touch as Kylo took it. Kylo set it beside him on the bed. “I’m glad you kept it in a secure place.” Then he sensed something and looked up, “You’ve had it with you?”

Hux nodded. Kylo thought it over, then reached out for Hux. Hux stepped close, and they brushed noses, holding hands, then shared a brief kiss.

Hux and Kylo carefully embraced and held each other for a long time.

“My quarters?”

“Cleaned, sanitized, linens replaced, bed made so tightly you could bounce a coin off it. However, the other Knights of Ren report they can still sense what happened in there. If they can you can too.”

“Hmpf.” Kylo said, just holding Hux.

“Or you could stay in my quarters.”

“As what, trained lap dog? Bed warmer?”

“How about as my husband?”

Kylo was quiet for a long moment then pulled back to kiss Hux, then pressed his forehead against him, rubbing noses. His voice had a slightly choked up quality, “I can handle that.” They held each other for a long silent time. Kylo chuckled, “Are you ready for Princess Leia as a mother-in-law?”

“Yes.” Hux said confidently.

Kylo chuckled, a rare rich sound, “You are my courageous fool.”

*

Hux was not a man for extravagant romantic gestures. So the quiet subtle gesture of cancelling the First Order bounties on Leia Organa, Han Solo, Lando Calrissian, and Chewbacca of Kashyyyk would do as a wedding present.

*