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Kylo/Hux, lightsaber branding
(Anonymous) 2016-02-08 03:42 am (UTC)(link)Fill: Kylo/Hux, lightsaber branding
(Anonymous) 2016-02-11 03:14 am (UTC)(link)“Sir? Should I sound the alert?” Lieutenant Ban looked confused. Hux would forgive her this mistake- his order was unusual.
“No need, Lieutenant. I am conducting a test of the automatic bridge operation routines.”
“Of course sir,” she said. The skeleton crew logged out of their terminals and exited the bridge in perfect order. Hux sank into the command chair and paged Kylo Ren’s commlink.
“Ren to the bridge,” he said, giving no other detail. He received no acknowledgement. He knew Ren would come. He always came when Hux ordered.
Hux had never intended to fuck Ren more than once, just for the satisfaction of accepting Ren’s surrender. The experience had been so fascinating that he’d invited Ren back to his bed. Hux had no equal within the First Order, neither did Ren. Free of the constraints of rank, they took each other apart night after night.
They didn’t speak of the arrangement between them. Hux despised Ren, hated the man’s lack of discipline and fanatical beliefs in a dead cult. Ren would be the unmaking of his empire. Ren would bring him victory.
With patience, any weapon could be refined to complete efficiency.
The bridge door slid open, admitting Kylo Ren. Hux entered the lockdown sequence and secured it with his personal override. No one could leave or enter the bridge without his express permission. Ren joined him at the apex of the bridge, looking out.
Finalizer’s bridge gave him an excellent view of Starkiller base, just visible below him.
“The weapon is ready,” Hux said. He stroked a gloved hand down Ren’s spine, feeling the muscles of his shoulders flex. “I will test it tomorrow, and cut the knees from under the Resistance.”
“Have you summoned me here to admire your weapon? Certainly you have subordinates for that,” Ren said.
“That’s true,” Hux said. “Undress.” Ren’s chin tilted up slightly, defiant even under the mask. Ren took off the helmet first, then unfastened the long robes, letting them slide to the floor. Naked, his skin seemed to glow faintly in the red of the instrument panels.
Hux pressed him back against the viewpane, stroking a hand down his chest, pinching a nipple before continuing down his belly to stroke his cock. Ren responded predictably, arching into Hux’s hand. He kissed Ren’s shoulder, up his neck, sucking a mark below his ear. Ren tipped his head up, tacit permission for Hux to continue. Hux kissed him, sliding his tongue over Ren’s bottom lip and into his mouth. He laced his free hand through Ren’s unruly hair, tugging gently until Ren was panting, thrusting his erection into Hux’s hand.
“What will it feel like?” he murmured into Ren’s ear, nipping at the lobe. “Will you feel them die?”
“Yes,” Ren hissed, dropping his head to Hux’s shoulder. Hux let Ren’s cock slide from his hand and took a step back, leaving Ren leaning against the viewpane, flushed and wanting. He undressed, taking his time as Ren watched, pupils dark, reflecting the red glare of the bridge terminals. Hux slid into the command chair, knees spread. He coated his hand with the lube he’d retrieved from his pocket and gave himself a few lazy strokes, until his cock stood hard between his thighs. Ren licked his lips, his eyes never leaving Hux’s hand.
“Are you going to stand there with your mouth open, or are you going to come over here and fuck me?” Hux asked, arching his back a little into his next stroke. Ren had no problem following orders when properly motivated. He sank onto Hux’s lap, knees folded onto the chair so that he straddled Hux’s narrow hips. Hux liked him like this; Ren only topped his own height by an inch or so, but Hux enjoyed watching his powerful muscles quiver and flex as Hux fucked him until he trembled.
Hux coated his fingers in lube and slid them back between Ren’s legs until he touched the tight opening. He circled it with a finger before pushing into Ren. Ren lifted up a little at the intrusion, clutching at Hux’s shoulders. He slid his finger in and out until Ren rocked subtly against him, their cocks brushing. Hux deliberately didn’t touch him, instead slipping in a second finger and letting Ren sink onto it, opening him up with long, smooth strokes.
“I’m ready,” Ren said impatiently, lifting off Hux’s fingers and rising up on his knees over Hux’s cock. Hux grabbed his hips and pulled Ren down onto him slowly, savoring the slick heat around him. Hux ran his hands over Ren’s thighs, the heavy muscles flexing as Ren moved. He hated how much he admired Ren’s body, so different from his own lean build. Ren buried his face in Hux’s shoulder, hiding the deep flush on his cheeks as he rolled his hips into Hux’s thrusts.
Hux pulled him to his knees on the chair so that he could get a better angle, and soon Ren was moaning on every thrust, teeth sunk into Hux’s shoulder. Ren was a wreck, his thighs trembling where they were spread over Hux’s. Hux raked his nails down one pale thigh, hoping he drew blood. Ren growled, deep in his chest and grabbed grabbed Hux’s hair, pulling his head up for a kiss that was mostly teeth. Hux was so close, slamming into Ren’s ass, not caring if he hurt him.
Hux’s eyes fell to Ren’s lightsaber, half-buried in the pile of discarded robes next to his chair. Hux picked it up, igniting the blade. Ren froze at the sound of the weapon, his eyes narrowed as Hux handled it. He leaned back on Hux’s lap, a hand braced next to his head on the chair.
“You built this,” Hux said, thrusting up into Ren to get his attention.
“Yes,” Ren said, grinding against against Hux.
“It’s flawed. You were careless,” Hux said, watching as the blade jumped and trembled. “Sloppy work. It suits you.”
Hux saw the rage rising in Ren, the brutality that he could not seem to master. He knew Ren wanted to hurt him, he could see the implicit threat in the tightness of his body. Ren snatched the lightsaber from him and killed the blade, put he did not put down the weapon.
His fingers clenched painfully on Hux’s shoulder, and Hux knew he would have bruises. He enjoyed Ren’s marks on him, and tonight, on the eve of their great victory, he wanted something more permanent.
He grabbed Ren’s hips and slammed up into him, holding him still at just the angle he wanted. Ren’s control went quickly, and soon he was biting into his lip as he failed to stifle his moans. He reached down to touch his own cock and Hux slapped his hand away. He wrapped his fingers around Ren’s on the lightsaber, thumbing the power switch.
“Mark me,” he murmured against Ren’s mouth, grinding up into him. Inches from his bare thigh, Hux could feel the heat coming off the blade. It seemed barely contained by its housing, which glowed dull red around the edges.
“It will hurt,” Ren said, suddenly hesitant.
“I know that, you prick. Do it anyway,” Hux panted. Ren didn’t move. Hux grabbed his wrist and pressed the glowing point of the crossguard against his hip.
The pain was shocking, immediate, and exactly what he needed to come.
His orgasm tore through him and he buried himself into Ren, arching out of the command chair. His vision whited out and he barely registered Ren’s grunt of pain as he yanked on his hair. He emptied himself deep into Ren and the other man came, muscles tightening around Hux’s cock as come spattered his stomach. Ren slumped against him, the lightsaber falling to the deck.
The sharp pain of the burn brought Hux back to himself. He pushed Ren back, peering down at the mark on his hip. The blade had left a neat, circular burn, completely cauterized and edged in black. It would certainly scar. Ren ran his fingers over it and Hux sucked in a breath, refusing to flinch. His skin felt overly-sensitive and Ren’s light touch was nearly overwhelming.
Ren slid to his knees on the floor, mouthing up Hux’s thigh, sealing his lips over the burn. The feeling of Ren’s tongue on the mark was breathtaking, and Hux stared out of the viewpane, down at Starkiller base. The implements of empire were his to command, elegant weapons all.
I hope this suits OP. Finalizer's command chair is probably not canon, but I couldn't resist using the old Star Trek "fucking on the bridge" trope.
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(Anonymous) 2016-02-14 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)Holy fuck, that line. A+