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Yaaaay! :D

Oh, this looks like great place to camp out.

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Draenor, Hux had decided some time ago, was the single worst deployment he'd ever suffered. The entire bloody planet seemed to be steeped in an ever-present, oppressive humidity that drew like syrup into his lungs. Something tried its level best to kill him every three steps, it was absolutely crawling with those insufferably self-righteous space goats, and the entire Horde leadership was too busy wringing their hands over preventing the misuse of fel energies to even think about all the new and interesting ways it could be used as a tool of war.

The only upside the planet was rife with ley currents and places where the barrier between reality and the Nether was thin as parchment, which allowed a warlock as talented as Hux an endless supply of fascinating experiments. Draenor was even more ripe with the arcane than Azeroth, if one excluded ancient phenomena from the equation. He wondered whether it was the swirling aura of ley energies around the planet that attracted the draenei in the first place or whether it was a side effect of their not inconsiderable reliance on the arcane to power their technologies.

If only he could get at some of their settlements, examine the crystalline power structures they favored. They seemed so similar to the fel crystals Kael'thas Sunstrider had instructed his people in the use of in the time after Silvermoon's Fall, and Hux itched to get his hands on one. Several.

It wasn't to be - Shadowmoon Valley now served as the Alliance's stronghold as surely as Frostfire Ridge served the Horde. Hux could brood about the disparity in supply lines all he liked - the native orc shamans of Draenor were impressive, but in his mind did not compare to the arcane constructs of the draenei - but Warchief Vol'jin had specifically instructed that they not antagonize the Alliance, and so he would comply. Reluctantly.

The chokingly humid jungle of Gorgrond was, unfortunately, also one of the places where ley activity was the strongest. Hux had spent four days here so far, dismissing the garrison soldiers the Horde had tried to assign him with a sneer and venturing into the wilds with only his felhunter for protection. For all of command's talk about how dangerous it was here, Hux had not yet come across an enemy he and Millicent couldn't handle. He also hadn't seen another soldier - Horde or Alliance - since leaving the outpost. The solitude suited him.

Which was why, when the sounds of clashing steel and dying screams interrupted his latest attempt to tease open a tiny warp in the barrier to the Nether, Hux's teeth ground together and he whirled in a swirl of poison-green robes to find the culprit.

Through a small copse of thorny brush trees, the source of the disturbance was apparent - one of the massive, lumbering genesaurs, with its spear three times as tall as the average blood elf, had apparently been provoked by the armored figure that stood opposite it, frost riming the ground at his feet and his black cloak snapping with his movements. He wielded an improbably large greatsword, lit by a sickly blue glow. As Hux watched, the glow flared, and two runes slithered down the length of the blade. If the devastating crosswise blow hadn't given it away, full of razor-sharp icicles and biting cold, those runes did. The death knight stepped back, uncaring, as the genesaur staggered backward and then fell heavily, its chest carved open in the wake of the strike.

Hux emerged from the thicket as the genesaur landed with enough force to vibrate the ground. "Messy," he commented.

The knight whirled on him, one hand shooting out in Hux's direction. Phantom fingers closed around his throat, stoppering his voice and caging his magic behind his teeth. It squeezed tightly, lifting Hux off his feet and slamming him against one of the nearby trees - if he hadn't been breathless already, it would have winded him.

He clawed at the pressure around his throat as the knight paced closer, the frigid glow of his eyes only visible through a bare slit in the helmet. A curl of arousal started low in his belly, and Hux would have huffed in annoyance if he had the breath to do it. Millicent moved to attack and Hux snapped his fingers, calling the felhound to heel even if he didn't have the voice to express the command.

Just as darkness began encroaching on the edges of his vision, the pressure vanished. The back of Hux's robes scraped against the tree as he fell, gaining his feet through sheer force of will. He rasped a word, fel energies leaping to his call now that the inexorable pressure was gone, and spat the release viciously.

Agony hit its mark - the knight rocked with the impact of it, and Hux could see the haze of fel magic sweeping over his armor in waves. Then the knight closed the distance between them in two strides, his blade at Hux's throat, flat pressing hard enough to make breathing uncomfortable again. They were close enough that Hux could feel the biting cold of the knight even through his robes, close enough to be breathing the same air - if the death knight were breathing. Hux had never been this close to one before and found, to his fascination, that there was no motion to the other elf's chest, no puff of breath from his mouth.

"Warlock," the knight said, that strange echoing quality making his voice seem like it came from the bottom of a well. "You disturbed me."

"You accomplished that first." Hux's voice still had a rasp to it, owing to being nearly choked to death not a few seconds before. He tipped his head at the genesaur, heedless of the sword at his throat. "Those things lumber so loudly they should be simple to avoid."

"If avoiding them is what you mean to do." The knight looked him over, a dispassionate curiosity in the glow of his gaze. "I have been stationed at the outpost for some weeks now and have never seen you."

"My experiments are best conducted in solitude."

The death knight hummed tunelessly, still considering Hux. "You called the felhunter off. Why?"

"I can handle myself." It was the work of a second to flatten his palm over the death knight's breastplate and hiss another spell, send another wave of pain.

The death knight shuddered and crowded him closer against the tree. The edge of his sword drew blood, thick droplets that rolled across the glowing runes. The knight's chest expanded - a parody of an intake of breath, for a creature that no longer needed to breathe. "Pain, warlock? You must not have faced many of my brethren in battle. We are tempered in pain. Steeped in it. For us, it is..." here he leaned in, almost like he was scenting Hux's blood as it smeared across his runeblade. "...pleasurable."

"I didn't think your kind could feel anything, let alone pleasure." The knight leaned into his sword with more force, and another trickle of blood ran down its flat. The revelation was enough to make renewed interest thrum through Hux's blood. Hux had never been the kind to distract himself with meaningless ventures, but if the opportunity was presented, he didn't see why he shouldn't take it. He stared into the cold glow of the knight's eyes and smirked. "Does that mean you'll choke me again if I ask nicely?"

Yeeeessssss Inappropriate use of ~~the Force~~ Magic

So, there’s this man…

Kill him.

No, no, I like him.

Okay, then suck his dick.

Neither of those responses are helpful.

Look, Master Kylo, I’m kind of in an incredibly delicate situation involving flightless birds, a diamond made from the ashes of Padme Amidala, you’re welcome by the way, and I can’t really talk. Mandryka probably isn’t busy, you could ask him about this guy. But for the record, I stand by both my responses. They’ve worked for me.

Yes I know. Go back to your birds and the diamond and I really want to know how those birds got my grandmother’s ash-diamond when you have a moment to think.

Later then, they’re really angry with me.

Mandryka, are you busy?

No, I’m in hyperspace, what is it?

I have a bit of a problem, and Zdenka said you might be free.

She was right, I’m on my way to meet up with Djura, she’s got a lead on that map to Skywalker. But it’ll be a good four more hours before I’m there. What can I help you with?

Just don’t answer like Zdenka, she was incredibly unhelpful.

Master, Zdenka and I are very different people, you know this.

I do. Alright, there’s this man.

You’ve got the lightsaber, scare him into doing what you want. Easy.

See, that’s the problem. He isn’t scared of me, or my lightsaber. Well, he is, but he keeps being the one to deliver me bad news anyway. He’s so brave and oddly cute?

Use protection.

Mandryka!

What?

Never mind. Neither you nor Zdenka have been helpful.

Sorry. But I don’t really have any context.

A moment passed where images and memories were shared from one mind to the next, and Kylo sat in anxious anticipation, unsure of what his Knight would think of the Lieutenant who had wormed his way into his heart.

Oh he’s adorable.

Relief flooded through Kylo. He is. And I’m finding myself oddly fond of him. But I have no idea what to do. I have feelings, Mandryka, feelings.

You say as if I know how to deal with mine any better than you. Djura and I have a city to work our way through, and you know her feelings about our struggles in the romantic and sexual.

She has better things to do with her time, yes I know.

Jankel and Welko might be able to help, they’ve had to pretend to be married while in Republic space that one time.

Jankel and Welko will actually kidnap this man and space him if he doesn’t return my feelings.

At least it means they like you?

Much as I hate to say it, Lamoral might be helpful.

Yes. Talk to Lamoral. If Jankel and Welko get upset that you didn’t tell them, I’ll handle it.

Thank you Mandryka, you’ve actually been helpful.

Oh Master, you have to give me a moment to just savor this.

Lamoral.

Kylo Ren, my master, coming to me for help in wooing an officer.

Lamoral.

Shh. Let me have this.

Lamoral I will personally break both your legs.

Right. Okay. So, this man is both absolutely adorable and incredibly brave. He’ll be good for you.

I’m not asking if he’d be good for me.

We need a plan of attack.

We?

I fully plan on taking the memory from you so I can see the success.

Lamoral.

You just take the fun out of everything, you know that? Okay, so from what I know, you should give him gifts. You could just peek in and see what he likes, right? Or next time you’re on a mission you could pick up something special.

Zdenka is getting my grandmother’s ash-diamond.

That’s perfect! Get that from her, and then give it to your man. It’ll be perfect.

I can’t believe I’m saying this, but thank you Lamoral.

“Tell me you’re going to suck his dick.”

“Zdenka, just give me the diamond.”

“Promise me you’ll suck his dick.”

“Fellatio will be performed at some point to some party.”

“Wow, way to get around saying the word dick. Here’s your grandma.”

“Thank you.”

“Lieutenant Mitaka,” said that awful modulated voice behind him, and Dopheld jumped in surprise to hear it so suddenly. Turning from his meal he saw Lord Ren there, staring him down. What had he done wrong?

“Yes, sir?” he asked, willing his voice to be steady. He could see plenty other officers smirking at his misfortune, and even a few trying not to laugh.

“Follow me.” With that, the Knight of Ren turned and stalked out of the mess hall, robes swirling around him. There was nothing for it, he’d have to go. Making momentary eye contact with Thanisson (at least he never was part of that plot to stick Dopheld with always delivering bad news to Ren, that made him better than most of Dopheld’s peers), he stood and followed the Knight, disposing of his tray of food as he went.

Ren took him to an entirely abandoned corner of the ship and Dopheld braced himself, willing himself to be strong in the face of whatever this whole situation was. At least whatever happened to him wouldn’t be public, he had that going for him at least. But when Ren turned around suddenly, Mitaka froze having nearly crashed into him.

Staring into that faceless mask with as much poise as he could muster, Dopheld was entirely surprised when Ren took his wrist in his hand and held his hand palm up. Staring now, he saw a beautiful pendant being pressed into his hand with a large, beautiful diamond set into it, surrounded by smaller diamonds. Was he to deliver this somewhere?

“This is the ash-diamond pendant of Senator Padme Amidala from Naboo,” said Ren. Dopheld’s eyes grew larger. He didn’t know who that was, but now he knew that he was holding the remains of a woman. Kylo had effectively pressed a dead woman into his hands. He couldn’t manage a response, staring at the pendant and waiting for orders to come. “I want you to keep it, Lieutenant, not deliver it anywhere.”

“Why?” squeaked Dopheld, still staring at the thing. It was beautiful, and he didn’t understand why Ren was entrusting him with some woman’s remains. “Sir.”

Ren’s hands were raising up then, and Dopheld tried his hardest not to cower, he knew what a choke from the Force was like, he could only imagine what both hands were needed to do. But no Force enclosed around his neck, no, even worse, Kylo Ren was releasing the catch on his helmet. It fell with a loud noise leaving Dopheld staring into a surprisingly young and handsome man. Kylo Ren was younger than Hux, even!

“Senator Padme Amidala of Naboo was my grandmother,” said Ren, his voice oddly soft. And what exactly was that look on his face? “She was a very brave woman. She was Queen of Naboo at age fourteen, you know, and became Senator when her term was up. She was also the dearest love of Darth Vader, my grandfather.” Everything fell into place then, and he had about a thousand protests to make, but he didn’t get a chance to say a word. “You’re incredibly brave, Dopheld, you’re the only person on this ship who will speak to me when I’m lost in my rages, don’t think I haven’t noticed that. Your fellow officers haven’t noticed that about you, the more their loss. You deserve better than the derision of these…nobodies. Let me give that to you. I’ll give you the stars.”

Dopheld stared up at Ren, unsure of how to respond. But there was such earnest hope in Ren’s face, and Dopheld was almost afraid to say anything in case he fell victim to that awful choking again. “This…is a bit of a shock,” he finally managed.

“I understand. But do think on it?” Dopheld barely managed to nod before Ren was taking his free hand and placing an awfully gallant kiss to his knuckles then, before replacing his helmet and walking away. Dopheld stood there, holding the remains of Kylo Ren’s grandmother and his ears ringing with declarations of love and just stared at the grey wall directly in front of him, almost hoping words would appear on it, telling him what to do. How in all the kriffing hells did one respond to a Knight of Ren declaring his love by giving you his own grandmother?

How did it go?

I think it went really well, actually.

Can I be best man at your wedding? Considering I did get you together.

Lamoral.

anon from above!

I've been pondering this in my head but don't have anything super solid. If you feel inspired, please proceed! Worst case scenario there are two fills, which sounds like a delightful problem.

The first part was perfect but this addition ruined it and turned into typical bottom Hux angsty shit where all the characters are OOC.

Ahh, I want this.

OP here to say:Oh, yes!! Exactly!!
The week after Ben gets away with some horrible thing an owl drops a bright red letter on his plate and he's off like a shot. But before he can high step it out of the great hall the letter explodes. Everyone hears Leia Organs shouting before the doors cut her off.
"-- DO YOU REALIZE HOW HARD YOUR FATHER AND I FOUGHT FOR OUR FELLOW WIZARDS. WE ARE ASHAMED. YOU ARE KILLING YOUR FATHER, BEN! KILLING HIM! I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY NOW, MISTER, BECAUSE--"

He barely got the words out of his mouth before the death knight's hand flexed, cutting off his breath again. It shot straight up Hux's spine, and even as his body struggled feebly to gather air, his cock swelled beneath his robes, pinned as it was against the unforgiving plates of the knight's armor. Hux fumbled at the catches, fingers made clumsy from lack of air, and finally managed to tear the knight's codpiece aside.

He could do so much more with his hands against bare flesh than he could when enchanted armor blocked the spell's efficacy. Green wreathed his glove as he closed it around the knight's cock, and the elf went from flaccid to hard in seconds, grinding into Hux's hold with a growl. He dizzily wondered what it must feel like, to have the Agony curse on the most sensitive place of a living mortal's body - was it only pleasure, for the knight, or did he still feel the bite of pain?

His vision was hazy, his lungs aching, and his free hand clawed uselessly at the knight's breastplate - instinct, not protest. The pressure around Hux's throat eased enough for him to gasp for a single wheezing, rattling breath, and then it was back. So different than a hand around his neck - there was no pain, only a crushing urgency as his lungs struggled to expand. His own cock jerked beneath his robes, but with darkness encroaching on his vision, he could not gain the coordination to hike them up and do anything useful.

The pressure was gone again. Hux sucked in rapid breaths, his vision clearing, and released the death knight's cock to yank at his robes until he was bare from the waist down, pressed up against the piercing cold of the death knight's armor - and his skin. His cock was as frigid as the rest of him, like a pole of ice against Hux's own.

A roll of the death knight's hips had them sliding together, the sweet bite of cold amplifying the sensation of bare skin. Hux's breath stuttered, still sharp and heaving from being restricted so long. The knight used his free hand to pull off his helmet - Hux got the impression of ragged, dark hair and a thin face before a cold, dry tongue rasped up the length of the death knight's sword to the cut on Hux's throat, lapping up the blood.

Hux took them both in one hand, yanking at the glove of his other hand with his teeth until he could toss it aside and press his palm below the dark fall of the knight's hair, skin-to-skin on the back of his neck. He sent another pulse of magic through his fingers, this time feeling the way the knight's cock jumped in his palm. The pressure around his throat returned, and Hux would have groaned at it if he could. He stripped his gloved hand rapidly around both of them, throwing his head back with his mouth open on a futile, cut-off gasp. The blade bit into his skin again and the death knight fastened cold lips around the cut, sucking like he meant to drain Hux dry.

It was a give-and-take, Hux refreshing Agony every time the knight gave him bare seconds to gasp for air before tightening his grip again, the two of them pushing and striving against one another. Hux felt like his lungs were on fire, a sensation that swept through his nerves straight to his cock. The rough drag of his glove over the sensitive skin and the piercing chill of the death knight against him had him hurtling toward orgasm even without the ache in his lungs.

The death knight eased back one last time, lifting his head from Hux's neck. Hux got a glimpse of bloodstained lips and half-closed blue eyes, the knight's hips pumping into the gloved grip of his hand, before the pressure was back. This time it lifted Hux against the tree, bark scraping his back and his toes dangling inches above the forest floor. The knight was taller than him, tall enough that he could still feel his cock dragging against Hux's own. His head swam, darkness eating at his vision. His hands went to his throat, slipping in the blood, clawing at the invisible grip. Weakness flooded through his limbs.

The death knight's blade hit the jungle floor with a dull thump that Hux only barely heard under the cruel, amused chuckle and the sensation of a cold, armored hand closing around his cock. Hovering on the very edge of consciousness, with his ears ringing and his mouth gaping helplessly and his limbs seizing, Hux's pleasure struck him like a bolt of lightning, flooding his senses, his cock spurting messily across his stomach and the knight's breastplate.

There was a tiny, fleeting moment, as his sight finally darkened and the pressure showed no signs of easing, where animal terror pierced through Hux's foggy, breath-deprived thoughts. He struggled, thrashing without coordination - and then it was gone, and Hux fell to his knees in the dirt, coughing and gasping.

The death knight fisted his hand in Hux's hair and wrenched his head back, his cock still hard, the head of it resting on the tongue of Hux's open, gasping mouth. The knight shoved, relentless, his cock hitting the back of Hux's swollen throat. Hux bared his teeth, dragging them over the length of the knight's cock, and was rewarded with an echoing moan, clenching fingers in his hair, and the rapid pulsing of the cock in his mouth. It was a strange sensation without ejaculate to accompany it - the knight came dry, keeping Hux's face pressed into his groin until his cock went soft against Hux's tongue.

The knight released him, shoving him away, and Hux staggered to his feet, one hand rubbing at his throat. There was no bruising tenderness the way there would be if it had been a hand, not magic. His breath still came in short pants, and for a moment they stared at each other mutely. The death knight retrieved his runeblade and slung it over his back, then refastened his codpiece and picked up his helmet. Hux rearranged his robes and snapped his fingers, recalling Millicent from where it had waited, obedient and uncaring of its master's strange whims.

There was a moment of something Hux might call awkwardness if either of them cared enough, until the knight replaced his helmet. "That was... satisfactory."

Hux's mouth twitched. Death knights. "Will you be stationed in the outpost long?" His voice was rough from the abuse his throat had taken.

The knight shrugged. "I go where I am ordered."

"I also found it to be a pleasurable diversion. Next time I return there from my research, what name should I ask for you by?"

The knight stared at him wordlessly for a long moment before he finally answered, "Kylo Ren."

"Hux." He didn't offer his hand - he may not have encountered many death knights, but he'd known enough to be aware of their general disdain for social niceties.

The knight - Kylo Ren - inclined his head. "I understand warlocks of your specialization have more than simple pain at their disposal. Perhaps next time we can... experiment further."

The sideways twitch of Hux's mouth curled into a real smirk, feral and dangerous. He had the sense that it was returned from beneath the darkness of Ren's helmet. "Perhaps."

Now also on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6189115

OP

Yesss! This is perfect! I feel sorry for everyone at the Outpost though. XD

I thought the first part was also ooc actually.
Can anyone fic rec a story where Kylo Ren didn't go Knight of Ren and remained ic?

Yay, I'm glad you liked it! Hehehe, I am so very here for Kylo and Hux being the absolute terror of the outpost (until Orc Hunter Phasma tells them to cut that shit out).

Kylo's sweater would be black with a red lightsaber knitted onto the front.

he loves it

Oh my God this is so fucking precious, I am honestly COOING at my phone right now. Kylo and the other Knights being clueless dorks about the whole thing is just the cherry on top. (And now I am horribly curious about what Mitaka decides on after thinking on it. Oh God, Kylo, talk about putting the poor dear on the spot! At least he had manners enough to not demand an immediate answer.)

*screams* TOO CUTE.

OP

Oh, that's beautiful. I love the visuals of the sprawling suburban desert and tendrils and glittering water, and I love the feeling of routine and slow precision that permeates the whole thing. Gorgeous.

I'm happy you liked it! I should be the one thanking you since it's your prompt that got me to read The Swimmer, and hopefully more Cheever in the future!

OP

Aah, I'm so very happy to hear that! :) I hope you enjoy your discovery, and happy reading :) :) :)

God yes, I have a mighty need!!!

Oh my god, I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT SEALING THE DEAL WITH A KISS!!! Because of course he had to!

--

“And now,” the crossroads demon said with a chilly smile, “we seal the deal.”

Poe sighed. “You know, you are kind of pale for me but…” because he couldn’t resist, even when he was making a deal with a devil, even though he had come prepared for this (and he had), “I guess I can do you a favor.”

The affront plastered across the demon’s face was priceless. It meant that, even though Poe knew what he was selling away when he leaned in for that kiss, he did it with a laugh.

It was a good kiss too.

Damn.

That was amazing and scorching hot. I loved the bloodplay and painkink explored here. It really fit the WoW context you were employing and added a really nice edge to the sex. The frequent use of fine details like the Ren's temperature and the vivid descriptions of breathplay as magic vs breathplay as a physical thing really helped to establish this as a seamlessly fused crossover. The push and pull of this power dynamic also really appealed to me as well.

Damn! It's only two paragraphs but its filled with emotion and pain, ouch!

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