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oh my god oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MORE - daddy needs to be sucked and Kylo needs to be nursed and I need to go to HELL.

Thank you so much!

Millicient as Cerberus was very important to me. I'm glad you're on board with it. ^^

I should not be laughing so hard at this.

dragged

I lost it at Snoke as Buster. OMG XD

I love this!

TW-not safe, not sane, ultimately mimics violent rape, but consensual.

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Ren stalked into Hux’s room like an overgrown loth-bat. While they both had the security clearance to access each other’s rooms, there was usually an understanding that they didn’t.

‘What is it, Ren?’ Hux asked, without looking up from his reports. There was no need to encourage the breach of protocol.

‘Is it fun for you to thwart me? Do you sit around thinking up new ways to interfere with my training and my Mission?’

Hux could hear the capital letter on mission. ‘Yes, that’s exactly what I do. Think of it as repayment for all the structural damage you do. What imagined slight has brought you here this time?’

Hux finally stood up and turned around. Ren was breathing heavily through that stupid mask and his fists were clenched. At least he wasn’t reaching for his lightsaber yet. ‘Don’t play dumb with me. I filled out one of your kriffing forms to requisition stormtroopers and you denied me.’

Hux stared at Ren. ‘You mean the requisition for, and I quote, “torture and violent sex”? I assumed it was an elaborate joke. You have to have known that I wasn’t going to hand stormtroopers over to you for torture and rape, just because you were bored.’

After spending time with Ren, Hux had managed to identify the subtle differences in the degrees of Ren’s melodramatic anger. Right now he was livid, if Hux was any judge. ‘How dare you?’ Ren hissed. ‘This isn’t some whim or entertainment. I need to experience pain, passion and rage to strengthen my connection to the dark side. Not that I’d expect some Force-null, ignorant little toy soldier to understand.’

Hux stamped hard on his own temper. Ren’s taunts had a way of getting under his skin. The only consolation was that he was just as likely to respond to barbs. Hux took a deep breath and let it out slowly. ‘Are you saying that you tried to requisition troops to torture you and then fuck you as training?’ he asked flatly.

‘Yes,’ Ren replied. ‘It’s not that odd. I know First Order troops get trained in interrogation resistance. I’m sure you’ve been tortured as part of training.’

Hux’s expression darkened as memories rose unbidden in his mind. They were vivid and somehow more real than usual. ‘Are you in my head?’ he accused.

Ren shrugged, but the memories receded. Hux suspected there was a smirk lurking beneath Ren’s helmet.

‘I’m not authorising that kind of use of First Order resources. Besides, it wouldn’t be good for morale,’ Hux said.

‘So you are thwarting me.’

‘This is my command and I’m not going to let you commandeer highly trained personnel into your arcane and hateful rituals!’

‘I am learning from the Supreme Leader himself, and you are getting in my way!’

‘If you need it so much, I’d be happy to hurt you!’ Hux shouted.

There was a beat of silence. ‘Fine,’ Ren growled.

Hux gaped at him. ‘What?’

‘It’s not ideal, but it should work. You hate me and I can use that.’ Ren was sounding contemplative now. That was definitely worse than the anger.

‘It wasn’t a serious offer.’

Ren was silent for a long moment. Sometimes he was very hard to read behind that mask. ‘It should be. I need dark emotions for the next stage of my training. You won’t give me your precious stormtroopers, so you might as well do it. Besides,’ here Ren glided forward and tilted his head thoughtfully, ‘you want to hurt me. You’d like to see me suffer. I can feel it.’

It took considerable effort not to take a step back. Hux could feel his pulse racing, though he couldn’t quite grasp the exact emotion behind it. He glared at Ren. ‘Stay out of my head.’

‘Help me train,’ Ren retorted.

Hux stared at Ren for a moment longer. ‘Fine. I’ll help you with this, but in return you stop destroying equipment.’

‘I can’t make that promise.’

‘At least try,’ Hux said.

Ren nodded. ‘Fine.’

Hux looked around his room at the complete lack of appropriate restraints or torture devices. ‘Did you want to go down to interrogation?’

‘No. I have what I need in my quarters.’

///

That was how Hux found himself in the middle of Ren’s bedroom. ‘Is all this really necessary?’ he asked.

‘Yes. The process actually is somewhat ritualised and the whip is an important artefact,’ Ren said.

Hux eyed the implement one more time before casting his gaze to the chains that Ren had somehow fixed to the ceiling of his quarters. There was probably damage to both the ceiling and the floor of the level above it.

Hux sighed. ‘Alright, strip down. I assume you want to be restrained.’

Ren nodded and reached for his helmet. Hux didn’t often see his uncovered face. Right now, it bore an expression of intense determination. His eyes were as hard as chips of stone.

Hux tried to remain unaffected as Ren bared himself. However, the lean muscles bunching under his skin were intriguing and Ren had a surprising crispness to his actions. It was a pleasure to watch him move. Soon Ren was completely naked and standing unselfconsciously in the centre of his room. Hux moved toward the dangling chains and beckoned Ren over.

Ren obeyed silently and held his arms above his head without needing being prompted. The unquestioning cooperation was getting to Hux more than he’d like to admit. He cleared his throat once he had Ren secured. ‘So you want me to hurt you and then fuck you?’

‘Yes. But I also want you to indulge in your hate and your passions. I don’t want you to be clinical. I want you to let go.’

Hux wet his lips. The idea was far more appealing than it should be. ‘The Supreme Leader wouldn’t want me breaking his protégé. What if I go too far?’

Ren smiled. It was not a pleasant expression. ‘You won’t.’

‘If I were to actually let go, I might,’ Hux grudgingly admitted.

‘You won’t,’ Ren repeated. ‘Besides. I could always stop you.’ Both of them were silent for a moment before Ren spoke up again. For the first time, his words seemed to come reluctantly. ‘You should know that I’m not… perfectly strong. Yet. I might ask you to stop – even beg. Don’t listen to me. Keep going and if I really need you to stop, I’ll make you.’

Hux let out a slow breath in a bid to calm his racing heartbeat. It was all too easy to imagine the things that could go wrong here. He could snap and end up doing something against the wishes of Leader Snoke before Ren could stop him. Ren might snap and throw him across the room without intending to. This was arguably more dangerous to his position than his last tactical decision.

Hux picked up the whip. It was unadorned and supple, made from the hide of some creature, and brutally thin. He knew enough about pressure and forces to realise that it would cut nearly as easily as a blade if he used it with any kind of strength. Ren appeared completely relaxed where he stood, letting the chains around his wrists take most of the weight of his arms. It couldn’t have been comfortable. Hux supposed that was the point.

Hux took a deep breath and brought the whip down across Ren’s back. It made a rather impressive cracking sound, but he’d pulled the strike a lot. Even so, a thin white line was gradually flushing pink between Ren’s shoulder blades.

‘You can hit much harder than that, general,’ Ren said. He had barely tensed with the blow.

Hux ground his teeth together and aimed another strike. He was still holding back, but this one produced a much stronger line. Ren barely seemed to acknowledge it. Something hot and dark flared in Hux’s mind. The next strike cracked against Ren’s back and he jolted where he hung. Hux smiled, bringing his arm back and striking out hard. Ren cried out. The blow opened a gash across Ren’s pale skin and drops of blood began to seep from the wound.

The sight and scent of the blood spurred Hux on and he landed the next set of strikes in quick succession. Ren’s teeth were gritted against the pain, but he was unable to prevent small noises from escaping. The sounds were delightful. At the next blow, Ren cried out again and this time the sound was more pained than surprised. Hux growled and overlaid the cut with his next strike. His mouth was dry and he felt light-headed, almost dizzy with a sense of hatred.

This was Kylo Ren, the undisciplined menace who was nothing but a liability to everything that Hux had worked for. His hold on the whip tightened. Kylo Ren who undermined his authority, destroyed parts of his base and terrorised the stormtroopers. For once Hux didn’t need to placate Ren’s temper. It was his turn to indulge in meaningless violence.

Hux stopped holding back. Each strike cut into the meat of Ren’s back and blood started dripping freely from his torso.

‘St-stop,’ Ren croaked. When he had brought it up initially, Hux had worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep going in the face of Ren’s begging. But now a dark frenzy had seized him and the broken sounds he drew from Ren were driving him into further fits of cruelty.

‘Please, Hux, that’s enough!’

Hux laughed. The sound was wrong in his ears, too harsh and wild. It jangled discordantly against the sound of Ren’s pleas. Hux’s next blows fell across Ren’s thighs. After a concentrated effort on Hux’s part, Ren’s trembling legs crumpled beneath him. He screamed as his shoulders took the brunt of his weight, and pulled the torn and bloodied skin of his back.

Hux paused. The steady throb of rage and hate had coalesced into something sharper. Hux noticed that he was hard, and likely had been for quite some time. He stepped forward and pressed himself against Ren’s back. Ren choked back another scream as the front of Hux’s uniform ground against his wounds.

‘I’m going to fuck you now,’ Hux said, with a manic edge to his tone.

Ren whimpered something barely coherent.

‘I need lubricant.’

‘It’s fine, I don’t care, use blood if you have to,’ Ren slurred.

Hux grabbed a handful of Ren’s hair and yanked his head back, noting the tear tracks on his face with a hot satisfaction. ‘I am not going to fuck you dry, Ren, because that wouldn’t be fun for me,’ Hux hissed.

A shudder worked its way through Ren’s body and he uttered a high, reedy sound. ‘Okay, okay, drawer by my bed. Top drawer.’

Hux let go and stalked over to the bed. The strange swirl of dark emotions was twisting through his mind even stronger than before. It seemed to pulse in time with his blood. Hux wondered what Ren was feeling. He retrieved the item from Ren’s drawer and used it to slick himself liberally, without bothering to undress any more than necessary. Any part of himself that would have hesitated was drowned out by a flood of passion and a craving for violence. He pushed into Ren with no thought of preparation.

Hux’s breath hissed between his teeth. It was painful, too tight, overwhelming. This wasn’t pleasant, but somehow it was sating a devastating need that roared through him. He surged into his next thrust and Ren screamed. The sound shot through Hux, lighting up his nerves. His teeth were bared in a vicious grin and all he could care about was staking a claim and making Ren suffer. He’d thought his desire for cruelty had been at its peak when he’d been flogging Ren. He’d been wrong.

The sounds Ren made never lost the edge of pain, but every now and again he’d sway back to meet one of Hux’s thrusts. He wanted it and the fact of that inflamed Hux’s hunger and rage equally. He dug his fingers into Ren’s hips, regretting the bluntness of his nails. He wanted to draw blood rather than simply leave a handful of bruises to fade away.

‘Is this what you wanted, Ren?’ Hux demanded.

Ren choked on a sob. ‘Please, Hux, touch me!’

Hux redoubled his efforts. ‘No! You’ll come from this or not at all.’

If Ren’s response contained any coherent words, they were lost beneath the sound of his groan. Hux chased the feeling of pleasure that threaded beneath the unpleasantly harsh friction and the overwhelming force of his rage. Ren’s movements had become more focused too. Every shift of his body must have been agony, but the knight was clearly seeking something. Hux wasn’t entirely sure it was pleasure.

Sensation sparked through Hux and he knew he was getting close. His hips slammed forward, losing rhythm, and just as he was on the edge, he bit into the ragged skin of Ren’s shoulder. He came with the taste of Ren’s blood flooding his mouth.

Whether it was the extra pain, some sort of resonance, or sheer desperation, Ren cried out in that exact moment. He tensed around Hux in the throes of his own climax. Hux pulled out, brutally enough to hurt both of them. Ren’s final weak cry filled him with satisfaction.

Then the feeling dissipated. Something like normality returned and Hux’s thoughts no longer seemed too sharp and too searing. Instead a dull fatigue crept into the spaces left by the sudden absence of his hate and passion. He sat down on the solitary chair in Ren’s room. In contrast, Ren seemed energised, despite the blood that was just starting to dry across his back. The chains slithered loose, like some living creature, with no more than a flick of Ren’s hand. He stretched out his shoulders and back, humming at what must have been substantial pain.

‘You should get over to med,’ Hux said, vaguely horrified by the extent of Ren’s injuries.

‘This is fine, you did well.’

Hux snorted.

Ren drifted closer, still entirely naked. ‘No, I mean it. Who would have thought that someone so Force-null would be capable of attuning to the dark side so… thoroughly.’ His expression was hungry and his eyes glittered with something feral. Hux wondered if that’s what he’d looked like moments ago. Ren stepped back. ‘You’re welcome to use my ’fresher after I’m done.’

Hux wondered if he would be capable of standing by that time. ‘I’ll be fine. Thank you,’ he said stiffly. The front of his uniform was covered in blood. What had he been thinking? At least the black should hide it until he could get back to his own rooms.

Ren gave a rolling shrug and disappeared into the ’fresher that split off from his bedroom. Moments later he returned and threw a towel at Hux. It was a bad throw and Hux caught it clumsily, but he was oddly touched by the gesture.

‘Would you do this again, if I asked?’ Ren inquired from the doorway.

Hux stared for a long moment. Whatever had happened between them hadn’t been… normal. The Force was something that Hux only considered in the abstract, when he bothered to think about it at all. The nature of the ‘dark side’ was even less clear to him. Still, having something that came from inside him, or otherwise, encouraging him to let go… well, there was value in that.

Hux wet his lips. ‘I might do this again. If you begged me.’

Ren stared at Hux. Then he laughed. ‘Oh, you’ll do nicely, general.’

CRYING

Imagine the frantic tension! Med staff compressing the wound while troopers wheel in extra equipment, Hux shouting and supervising the whole thing because his ass is on the line (and he desperately needs to order people around). The droids whirring away, cutting through robes and tunics, revealing layer after layer until Lord Ren is splayed out on the surgical table, resplendent in his mesh belly shirt and goth clown pants.

TOTAL FUCKING SILENCE. A droid beeps quizzically, switching cutting tools as it deals with the odd zipper that has become mangled and twisted. NO ONE BREATHES. Drugged Kylo unconsciously kicks out at the droid too close to his bloodied side and a doctor grabs his leg, saying, "I'll hold him while you start on the... the w-waders." EVERYONE IS THINKING DARTH WADER. No one says it. But in that moment they are ONE. They crack.

They're near-silent, but the atmosphere is one of RAUCOUS CACKLING. Shoulders shake and people lean on diagnostic screens for support, faces turn red, someone is curled in a ball on the floor giggle-sobbing. Hux has to dig his nails into his palm and intensely study the ceiling, FUCK YOU he is NOT smiling. They all instinctively understand that: if they don't make eye contact with each other, this didn't happen. It's not hysteria if they don't acknowledge it. Everyone is still a consummate professional, saving lives, making the First Order proud.

Then a droid slices through one of the cloth loops holding the suspenders down at the waist and the heavy metal clasp -pings- back sharply, smacking Kylo in his goddamn face, almost breaking his nose, and the whole room silently cracks up AGAIN. A med tech tries to stuff rubber gloves in her mouth to muffle her snorting laughter. The troopers are glad for their helmets so their mirthful tears can flow free. Hux has to turn away and punch the wall, bite his fist. Kylo struggles to sit up, wild-eyed and delirious, slurring, "WHO PUNCHED ME?!"

And Hux gasps, "WHO DRESSED YOU?!"

This is amazing

Oh yesss, this is some high quality Kylux over here. I particularly liked how Hux noted the ceiling damage in Ren's makeshift sex dungeon and how irked he was afterwards that he got blood all over his uniform. Priorities.

That ending was excellent.

Ohhh that is the start of a beautiful ~~friendship~~ ~~romance~~...hate-fucking arrangement? Frienemies With Benefits (the benefits are torture, and frienemies is overstating it)? Sadist/masochist symbiosis?

I don't know, it's fucked up, but in a ~~good~~ badwrong yet hot way. Oh Hux, Ren might be the one covered in lashes, but I think you're the one who's in trouble...

No, but it would be bad for morale, though. The most Huxish reason to stop Ren's fun, y/n?

I lol'd.

I'm crying.

Hi! We're in the middle of a prompt freeze so no prompts until next post opens.

Feel free to repost this then but mind the word count rule.

Filler!anon would like to apologize for taking quite this long; irl has been a bit more difficult than usual (there are guys taking the roof apart as I type!). I haven't given up, though. I wanted you to know. It's just gonna take... even longer than I'd anticipated.

(So this is a thing. Featuring a slightly reluctant Hux HOPE THAT'S AIGHT)

When Hux enters the audience chamber, his first thought is that something is different; no, he amends his thoughts, two things are different: Leader Snoke is here in his rather unimpressive corporeal form, and Kylo Ren is naked. He stands beside Snoke, head bowed, arms crossed, feet planted a shoulder-width apart and not a stitch of clothing on his marvelous body. His eyes are downcast, and he looks, for once, somewhat abashed. Powerless. Hux sees why; there's a narrow metal band latched around Ren's neck that he'd taken at first for a piece of jewelry but now he realizes that it's a collar, some means of restraining his power, of severing his connection to the Force. Hux steps closer when Snoke beckons him, and Ren looks up, leers at him with an expression of frozen loathing although for once, thanks to the collar, Hux can't feel Ren inside his mind.

“Come closer, General.” Snoke has pulled back the sleeves of his own loose garment, exposing withered and twisted forearms covered with scars and boils and ornate with heavy furrowed wrinkles. “I want you to touch him.”

“Touch him?” Hux's hands are at his sides, and he can't seem to will them to move. What is this, what sort of permission has Snoke given him?

“Do you not find him beautiful like this?” Snoke draws one crooked hand lingeringly down Ren's chest, and Ren shivers and bites his lower lip but says nothing, remains standing still with squared shoulders and planted feet as if nothing in the galaxy could move him. “Such a splendid body. It's quite a distraction, isn't it?”

“I'm afraid I don't understand.”

“It's simple enough. I'm offering you a chance to purge yourself of your frustrations. While he's collared like this, you can do whatever you like to him.”

“Supreme Leader, I mean no disrespect, but--”

“Take him, General. Take what you most desire.” Snoke takes hold of Ren's collar and yanks sharply, forcing his head up, and Ren's eyes meet Hux's for a long uncomfortable moment. Hux sees pleading there, the beginnings of tears. He's often wondered what would be left if Ren's rage quieted long enough, if his arrogance were stripped from him, and as it turns out there's only desperation, those wide wet brown eyes begging Hux not to do what he knows he's about to do. Hux realizes there is no doubt in his mind, no possibility of demurral.

“Go on, boy. Kneel for him.” Ren does, and Hux admires the tension in his body as he arches his long back and inclines his neck and tilts his head upward as if he's still begging for something, as if either of them could resist their Supreme Leader's commands. Hux knows what's coming next, and he knows that he can't deny wanting it, that he's already incriminated himself.

“You're going to force him to suck my cock.”

“No, General. You are.”

+1 holy shit

YES, PERFECT!

THOSE. TWO. LAST. LINES. Oh, you got me, anon.

Not the OP, but I appreciate it that Hux is a bit reluctant.

This was absolutely FANTASTIC and I adored every part of it. (I've already read it three times already!!) This was so subtly-crafted and I love the way you wove the mental manipulation into their interactions. I also really loved how entitled Ben was, and how uncomprehending of why Poe would try resisting him and how vindictive he was with his pleasure when he did. (Your line about Poe's afraid, which is absurd just KILLED it for me, dear god. The fact that he can see inside Poe's head and still has no capacity or desire to understand what he's feeling just destroys me.)

God, your Poe was fantastic too, though: his discomfort when not under Ben's power, the absolutely delicious way you weave the 'it pleases you to please me' into his later interactions (“C’mon. You want it,” he says, and Poe thinks, maybe he does. Maybe he has been staring, maybe he’s wanted it for a while. OH GOD), how this just seamlessly becomes part of his personality after so much conditioning without even realizing it. Just -- yeah, holy fuck, I've been waiting for so long for someone to write something like this. (I've been toying with the idea myself, but dear lord I'm SO happy that you took this absolutely delicious approach so I could revel in it.)

This will de-anon me, but I made a rec post for this fic that you can find here if you're interested. (http://darkpilot-trash.tumblr.com/post/141560682453/fic-rec-untilted-by-anonymous-benpoe-mental) I hope that you post it on AO3 eventually -- it's absolutely fantastic, thank you so much for writing it!

That was really hot.

Excellent! Commenting Part Two: Electric Boogaloo is complete. :3 Thank you for posting it to AO3!

If you (or whoever writes it, if anyone does) wants them to be, I see no reason for them not to be sensitive. That is something that can happen in pregnancy isnt it?

I just prompt my weird thoughts, where they take people is the interesting journey I want to see.

Oooo, yes please.

My shameful kink here

This fill is so deliciously brilliant! Ben's manipulation starting as an accident and then becoming more deliberate and entitled is heart-breaking. The whole thing is perfect basically and I'm gonna read it a million times probably!

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