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I too gained a strange pet crack pairing that day, and would be thrilled to read more.

TW: Fantastical dub-con why do all my daemon AUs involve this?

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Even Hux didn’t call Suintha by her full name. The only times Elennia and Kylo heard it was during formal events where everyone got addressed in full. Elennia occasionally forgot and stalked forward to get a look at ‘Amalasuintha’, before remembering she was just Hux’s daemon.

Right now Suintha was sitting primly beside Hux, her tail curled around her feet and her ears pricked forward with polite attentiveness. Hux was playing politics again. Elennia’s lips curled away from her teeth.

Moments later Kylo poked her in the shoulder. ‘Stop staring at them,’ he said. ‘And this isn’t a battle—stop snarling like you’re trying to intimidate the room.’

Elennia growled under her breath, but relaxed her expression. ‘It’s not like you could intimidate anyone here while you’re playing dress-ups,’ she replied. It was gratifying to see Kylo fidget in his formal robes. He looked ridiculous.

‘Why don’t you go back to sulking in a corner like you usually do,’ Kylo said.

Just for that, Elennia decided to shadow him for the rest of the event. After all, there weren’t a lot of daemons around the Finalizer or Starkiller, considering the high number of stormtroopers, so she rarely interacted with others. Events like this were novel.

When the preliminary drinks and mingling had started to wind down, the small orchestra changed from atmospheric music to a common dance. It was a small-daemon dance and the first thing Elennia noticed was that Suintha dipped toward Hux and then toward the daemon she’d been chatting with. Elennia vaguely recognised the greysor daemon and his person as high-ranking officials in the planet’s military structure. It looked like the general had found a general to dance with.

The greysor daemon was just a little too big to fit comfortably into a small-daemon dance, but not so large for it to be improper. Elennia was not at all surprised that Suintha and Hux knew how to dance. They were well-versed in the art of making-nice in any kind of power structure. And though Elennia would never say it out loud, Suintha could move. She was light on her paws and the arrogant arch of her back and tail fitted perfectly with this kind of event.

Then the music changed tempo and became a well-known dance for people with large daemons. Most of the small daemons and their people filed off the floor to make room for the new dance. Hux was clearly reluctant to stop dancing with his current partner. This was unsurprising considering her political position. Luckily the greysor was just large enough not to look stupid with the other large daemons during the dance. Of course Suintha was far too small to look anything but pathetic. How did she and Hux even know the steps to a large-daemon dance?

‘Shall we?’ Kylo asked, gesturing lazily at the floor. There weren’t many figures out there now, as was the case with large-daemon dances. Still, Elennia hesitated. The prospect of playing nice with Kylo was grating, but this way she’d get an opportunity to mock Suintha face to face.

‘Let’s,’ she said, and even executed a perfect formal dip in Kylo’s direction to announce her intention. After all, they had both been trained in ceremonial protocol a lifetime ago. Kylo’s lip twitched upward in a brief smile. With the way his gaze kept wandering toward Hux, it was likely that he was thinking the same thing as her.

They moved as one toward the floor, easily meshing with the flow of dancers and ending up in front of a minor dignitary. Kylo and the dignitary held hands and moved through the first few steps. Elennia found herself opposite the dignitary’s kybuck. They dipped formally and began circling each other to the appropriate rhythm.

‘You dance well,’ Elennia said after a pause. The kybuck never missed a beat and he wasn’t reluctant to turn and show his back. Also his horns were pretty cool, for a herbivore.

‘Thank you,’ he replied.

‘Do you know the second set of forms?’ Elennia asked.

The kybuck blinked. They’d only just met, after all, but then he appeared to smile. ‘Of course, we’re politicians. If you think you can keep up, and keep that impressive tail out of the way…’

Elennia let her tongue loll in response to the backhanded compliment. ‘Of course.’

She padded forward and the kybuck matched her step for step. Soon they were dancing shoulder to shoulder, with the occasional brush of her muzzle against his shoulder or his forelimb against her head. It was nice. Out of the corner of her eye, Elennia caught a glimpse of Kylo slipping a hand behind the dignitary’s neck.

The music changed after a few more steps and all the partners dipped to each other before switching around. Elennia was in front of Suintha. To their left, Kylo and Hux clasped hands with ill grace.

‘Are you sure you’re okay all the way down there?’ Elennia mocked. ‘Perhaps you should jump on my back in case someone accidently steps on you.’

Suintha sent her a look of such disdain that Elennia was almost impressed. It was something in the twitch of her whiskers. ‘I’ll be fine, thank you,’ she sneered. ‘Besides, even that ugly patch of skin probably wouldn’t protect you from my claws.’

Elennia felt a strange spike of heat at the thought of Suintha’s claws digging into her hide, maybe drawing blood. She snorted to cover her agitation. ‘It’s like that to protect me from a raquor’daan tail. I’m sure it could stand up to your… claws.’

Suintha twined through the next steps. ‘Right, I’m sure you’re glad it’s there to protect you from your own tail too. Raquor’daans aren’t the most graceful creatures, are they?’

‘A form like yours would get your person killed about five minutes into a battle. I’d like to see how graceful you’d be after a taste of my venom,’ Elennia growled.

Suintha executed a leap through one of the moves that a large daemon would have just stepped. She should have looked silly, but instead she made it look like a natural extension of the dance. ‘Obviously you’d beat me in a physical fight, the same goes for our people. But I’m sure we all know that it doesn’t prove anything. There’s far more to power than simple brute strength.’

Elennia huffed, but didn’t really have a response. Beside them, their people danced well enough, but at this distance Elennia could tell just how stiffly Kylo was standing. Hux’s thumb brushed against the side of Kylo’s neck. Kylo shuddered and Hux’s expression turned mocking. Then Suintha ducked under one of her paws and Elennia nearly tripped.

‘Pay attention,’ Hux’s daemon chastised. ‘You’re nearly losing the rhythm.’ Elennia snarled to herself and her tail curled forward, but she resumed focus. It was nearly time to swap partners anyway.

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The stormtroopers huddled together at one end of the command shuttle. Suintha sat neatly in the centre of Hux’s lap where no one would accidently brush against her. She looked over to where Elennia was hunkered down at the other end of the shuttle, facing away from everyone. Her tail lashed at unpredictable intervals.

‘Must your daemon always spread herself across an entire space?’ Hux asked.

Suintha licked one of her paws, but kept an eye on Elennia. Her tail had gone still for the barest moment before resuming its movements.

‘He’s got a point,’ Ren said.

Suintha blinked. It was always slightly shocking to see a person undermining their daemon in public. Even if their daemon often did the exact same thing. Elennia growled under her breath, but grudgingly turned around so her tail was against the wall. An audible sound of relief came from the stormtroopers.

‘So how did Phasma get out of this event, again?’ Ren asked as if nothing had just happened.

‘Something about training simulations,’ Hux replied. ‘However, I suspect she just hates any event where she would be required to leave her armour behind.’

Ren snorted.

Suintha wasn’t paying that much attention to their people’s conversation. She was watching Elennia’s golden eyes and remembering the way she’d danced. Her form had been surprisingly elegant for such a large daemon. It was a stark contrast to the way she always seemed to sprawl so carelessly. Suintha went back to grooming. It wouldn’t do to be seen staring. Her person relied on her to keep his image of professional detachment. Then again, with the way Hux had been behaving toward Ren, she could be forgiven the odd slip.

Suintha deliberately looked over at one blank wall while she replayed the conversation she’d had with Elennia. She wondered if her claws really could pierce Elennia’s hide. She wondered just how Elennia would respond to that. Hux ran a hand over her fur and gave her a meaningful look. Suintha arched her back slightly and flexed her claws in a silent response. They seldom disagreed with one another.

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Elennia was uneasy about the way Kylo and Hux had continued to snipe at each other, even when they got off the shuttle. She tended to keep Suintha in her line of sight as a matter of course, but right now their people were drawing a lot of her attention. Kylo was crowding Hux against a wall. Suintha was entirely unmoved and had started licking one of her paws. When she noticed Elennia’s gaze, she arched her back and padded over.

Hux and Kylo had stopped exchanging barbs and the tone of their conversation had shifted, but Elennia’s attention was now focused entirely on the way Suintha was slinking up to her. Some ridiculous instinct made Elennia crouch. One swipe of her paw could have incapacitated Suintha, but here she was, hunkering down for no logical reason.

There was a muffled thud as one of their people was slammed against the opposite wall. It could have been either of them. The phantom sensation of teeth and touch filtered vaguely through Elennia’s bond with Kylo. She growled.

‘Easy there,’ Suintha crooned. She wound between Elennia’s paws, her tail brushing the underside of her muzzle. Elennia dipped her head to look Suintha directly in the eye.

‘I don’t care what my idiot person is doing, I’m not going to let you walk all over me.’

Suintha gave a soft laugh and stretched up to nip at Elennia’s ear. Elennia shuddered. Behind her, Kylo made an odd noise high in his throat.

‘Mm, it wouldn’t be much fun if you simply let me, but I’m sure you could be… persuaded that it’s in your own best interest,’ Suintha said. Then her expression froze. She hissed and padded down the corridor away from Elennia. ‘Neither of our people seem to be thinking very clearly right now,’ she muttered.

Elennia cocked her head, but felt the mildest beginnings of the separation tug a few moments later. ‘Oh,’ she said, pacing behind Suintha, ‘that’s the limit of your range. It must be pretty inconvenient for the two of you.’

‘Not all of us can be Force-steeped masochists like you two,’ Suintha sniffed. ‘Some of us have sensible, normal ranges.’ The slight bristle of her tail was gratifying. For a moment Elennia thought about pressing her down to the ground with a paw, but Hux would probably just walk back. Besides, with the way this was going she’d get the opportunity to do that and more later.

They arrived at Hux’s quarters. Kylo was standing very close to Hux as he keyed in his entry code. Elennia kept shooting looks at Suintha, but without making it too obvious. Kylo and Hux were doing people things like shedding their clothes, but that hardly mattered to Elennia. Far more important was the way Suintha was sauntering up to her, all smug self-assurance.

‘Get down here,’ Suintha demanded. Elennia bared her teeth. She swiped out with one paw. Her battle-trained reflexes were much too fast for Suintha to dodge. In a second she had Suintha pinned to the durasteel floor of Hux’s quarters.

‘Actually, I think I like you down there,’ Elennia said. She flexed her paw, grinding down slightly along Suintha’s spine.

‘You oversized lump,’ Suintha spat, ‘this proves nothing.’

Elennia leaned down and licked Suintha between the ears. ‘I think it proves that should maybe have more respect for a daemon big enough to pin you the ground so easily. I don’t like being ordered around.’

Suintha growled, but she didn’t try and struggle. Elennia basked in her victory right up until an odd sensation slid through her bond with Kylo. Perceptions didn’t translate exactly between person and daemon. Strangely enough, emotions had the greatest impact through the bond. It was useful during training when pain and anger could be bounced back and forth through a bond. It led to amplification that could strengthen access to the dark side.

Whatever was happening between the people, who were now lying on the bed, it was… distracting. It was hard to separate out Kylo’s influence at times like this when the boundaries between thought and action were fluid. Elennia shivered, her pelt twitching slightly on her back. She didn’t notice that Suintha had slipped out from under her paw, until she felt teeth in her leg. She started to snap back, but then froze. Hux had put his hand on her head.

He ran his fingers over one ear. Elennia whined. It should have felt awful. Whenever it happened in training or in rare moments during battle, it did. The crawling wrongness of unwanted touch was an intense vertigo and nausea. This was different, impossible to describe. Elennia’s muscles seized as conflicting impulses raced through her. She wanted to lean into the touch. She wanted to throw Hux’s hand off and stab him with her tail. Suintha just stared at her.

Then Kylo solved a problem, for once. Only a heartbeat passed before Elennia felt the pleasant wrench of the Force and Hux was thrown away from her and back against the bed. Kylo snarled at him, but Hux just gave a nasty little laugh.

Suintha was still staring, but now her expression was smug. She delicately licked one of her paws before saying, ‘You enjoyed that.’

Elennia growled and crouched down, readying her tail. In a blur of motion, Suintha darted forward and laid her paws on either side of Elennia’s muzzle. Her claws extended slightly, pricking at the thin fur beneath Elennia’s eyes. Elennia blinked rapidly, but otherwise went very still.

‘Don’t you threaten me,’ Suintha hissed.

Elennia glared for a long moment, but in the end she reluctantly lowered her tail until it was flat against the floor. The self-satisfied look on Suintha’s face was almost too much. Then she had the audacity to lick a stripe up the side of Elennia’s muzzle. The sound Elennia made in response was halfway between a growl and a whine.

‘Better,’ Suintha said.

Elennia was losing focus. Kylo was getting too distracted by whatever was going on between him and Hux. Suintha seemed to be having none of those problems and sprang onto Elennia’s back. Elennia yelped and shook slightly. As much as she’d tried to avoid it, she’d been thinking about this ever since the conversation on the dance floor.

‘Keep still, now,’ Suintha purred. ‘I wouldn’t want to go any deeper than I intended.’

Elennia kept herself still. She wasn’t sure what the sharp tips of Suintha’s claws would do against hide that was meant to stop the blunt power of a raquor’daan tail. ‘Just get on with it,’ she gritted out.

Suintha flexed her claws, the points sliding into flesh. Elennia was glad she was already low to the ground or she might have collapsed. The bright sparks of pain raced along her nerves, leaving a strange and almost pleasant heat in their way. ‘Suintha…’

Behind them, Kylo made a strangled noise and Hux said something low and pleased in response.

Suintha leapt down to the ground and raised one paw to lick the spots of blood from the tips of her claws. Elennia shivered. She could still feel those claws in her back, sharp and hot. Then, acting entirely on impulse, she stretched out on the floor. The durasteel was cold under her side. A part of her couldn’t quite believe that she’d bare even this much of her underside, but a much louder part was focused on Suintha’s predatory expression.

‘Oh yes,’ Suintha breathed, ‘you look incredible like this.’

Elennia closed her eyes, not quite willing to see the triumph blossoming in Suintha’s eyes. The next thing she registered was the feeling of Suintha’s claws combing gently through the fur of her belly. She twitched at the sensation, her instincts flaring between danger and something else entirely.

‘Please,’ she said, not quite sure what she was asking.

Suintha made a satisfied sound. A second later her claws drew back. Elennia had just enough time to open her eyes before Suintha’s teeth gently closed over her throat. Elennia gasped and arched into it. Behind her something happened with Kylo and Hux. Everything whited out for a moment until all she could sense was the way Suintha was purring against her neck.

///

Kylo blinked and looked over at the two daemons. Suintha was grooming Elennia’s ruff and his daemon seemed entirely at peace with it. Ordinarily something like that would have made Kylo scowl, but right now he was feeling too languid to care. Hux’s daemon seemed to notice his scrutiny. She stood up in a sinuous movement and leapt onto the bed. Elennia gave a soft whine of protest, but stayed where she was.

Hux shifted slightly at his daemon’s approach and made space for her to curl up against his side. He gave a nearly inaudible sigh and absently stroked the fur along her spine. His daemon made an odd chirping sound and then started purring.

Kylo exchanged a look with Elennia. He wasn’t suggesting anything, as such, just… noting things. Elennia gave a huff and looked away, but she rose and took the few steps to put her in his reach. He sank a hand into her fur and scratched lightly at her neck and shoulder. For once Elennia didn’t say anything. She sat down and rested her head on the mattress, looking up at him with her large golden eyes.

Kylo felt himself being watched and turned his gaze to Hux and his daemon. Both of them were watching him and while he couldn’t quite read Suintha, Hux was wearing a faint smile.

‘Is something amusing you?’ Kylo asked.

Hux stretched in a way that honestly would have suited Suintha better. ‘Not quite,’ Hux said. ‘I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you touch your daemon before.’

Kylo blinked and looked down, but Elennia wouldn’t meet his eyes. ‘It helps with our range,’ he lied.

This was AMAZING. I love daemon!AUs, and you've done a wonderful job here.

Mod forgot to link in main post but in threaded view the post right above this has it

DID HUX JUST TRY TO DOM A RAQUOR'DAAN DAEMON?? IM SO IMPRESSED AND ~SCANDALIZED

But really, I'm in love with the power dynamics in this awesome fic! Such a neat perspective on the conflicted hotness of Kylux -- with bonus daemon dancing. It was amusing to me that during the sex scene, Kylo and Hux were making the animalistic snarls and noises, while the daemons were talking dirty. I really loved the calmness of the ending and all the resolved tension and relationship growth. Great fill!

i'd be down to write this! does the OP have any more requests?

Thank you for all for your amazing comments!

The fill is on AO3 now: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6409387

Anon, this is amazing. Looking forward to more!

Hey all, thank you so much for all the positive reviews and encouragement! I just have a bonus chapter to do after this and this work will be complete.

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“Hux, give me your hand.”

The General looked up from where he was pouring over maps with some of his personal officers in one of the conference rooms. “Why?” he asked evenly.

“I am in need of some assistance and seek my grandfather’s council.” Hux could feel Kylo's glare on him despite the helmet Kylo still insisted on wearing.

Hux counted to five while the other officers uneasily glanced to one another. His crew was still re-settling into the normal workflow after the Force choking bridge fight between himself and Kylo last week. “Unfortunately, he’s not here. So if you would be so kind as to leave me to my work.”

“If you don’t give it to me then I will take it by force,” Ren threatened.

Hux’s temper spiked but he reined it in. Somehow the matter of yesterday’s slap fight had circulated through the ranks, and Hux didn’t need to tarnish his image anymore than it already was. “If you will excuse me, gentlemen,” he said formally before walking out of the room. He grabbed a fistful of Ren’s cloak on the way out.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t jettison you out into space,” he hissed once the blaster doors had closed behind them.

Instead of answering, Kylo stripped off his glove and encircled his thumb and pointer finger around Hux’s bare wrist where there was a gap between the General’s sleeve and glove. “I can’t see him,” he said shortly after.

“Because he’s not here,” Hux responded irritability. “He doesn’t follow me around all the time.” Thank the Force for that. “If he’s around I will let you know.” No he wouldn’t, but Ren didn’t need to know that.

“Maybe the connection needs to be stronger,” Ren said thoughtfully and clamped down on Hux’s wrist in a tight grip.

“Excuse me,” Hux said in glacial tones and tried to tug his hand away. Ren's long fingers felt like hot bands around his wrist. “This was not what we had agreed upon.” Somehow during their slap fight their gloves had come off, and the bare skin on skin contact had done something so Ren could see the force ghost. This had lead to a terse set of negotiations after Hux had quickly weighed the pros and cons of being the conduit between grandfather and grandson. Better to suffer through some minor physical contact than be harassed as a verbal messenger.

“We agreed upon physical contact.”

“Minor physical contact, you imbecile.” Hux dug his heels in when Ren tried to tug him down the hallway like some sort of wayward child. “Unhand me.”

“It will be but a moment,” Ren said patiently and pulled Hux along as the stronger of the two. “And you weren’t doing anything important anyway. The Force should take greater precedence.”

"Absolutely not." Hux struggled against Kylo. "I have a meeting I need to get to and-"

"You're making this more difficult that it should be," Kylo cut in and waved his hand.

Outrage robbed Hux’s voice when Ren used the Force and swept him up to bob alongside the other man as if he were nothing more than an object. “You…Ren!” he spluttered with his face flushed in humiliation. He would not get into another slap fight with Ren. He would not. He would not. He would not. “I’m bringing up this insubordination with the Supreme Leader during our next meeting.”

Ren let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle. “The Supreme Leader approves of my connection with you. He says it makes me stronger.”

Hux had no response to that other than the dangerously treasonous thought that, with all due respect, Snoke was completely out of his mind. Two stormtroopers walked by and he tried to appear as if floating under Force control was an everyday occurrence. Nothing to see here. Move along. They slowed down in confusion, but a quick glare from Hux had then snapping hastily salutes before marching down the hallway. He was never going to be respected again.

The General settled into a moody sulk as he was toted around while Kylo searched the Finalizer. “Is this even important?” he grumbled after a while, well beyond the point of caring when a group of his officers walked by them. He made a mental note to assign one of them to sanitation duties to one of them who wasn’t quick enough to hide a smile.

“Yes.” Ren turned a corner a little bit too fast and banged Hux into the wall.

Just like a child, Hux thought waspishly and shrugged off the throbbing pain in his shoulder. Ren may be powerful in the Force, but he was careless. No wonder all your toys broke.

I would take better care of you, Ren responded with an injured air.

Stay out of my head! Hux snapped.

“Grandfather!” Ren called out when they saw the being near Ren’s personal quarters.

The Force Ghost quickly turned around with a suspiciously guilty look on his face. Hux thought he saw something flicker out of sight before dismissing the thought. “Grandson. Hux,” the ghost greeted. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”

“Grandfather, I have need of your advice as I struggle through something that meditation in the Force has not helped me with.” He swept into a half bow of respect.

Hux rolled his eyes as he floated alongside Ren. “Yes, please bestow your divine wisdom upon your disciple.” He gently bumped against Ren like a piece of driftwood. As soon as Ren released him he was going to hit the other man.

The Force Ghost folded his hands into his sleeves. “Of course, I will be happy to help. What does my handsome grandson and his agreeable boyfriend need?”

“How do I get my cape to flow as dramatically as yours when I make an entrance?” Ren asked and swept his ragged cape over his shoulder. Hux could only stare at him with offended outrage.

In an instant the Force Ghost had transformed into Darth Vader. “Impressive, most impressive,” he said in a deep, modulated voice that Kylo had always tried to imitate. “However, it could use some work. Let me show you the way.”

His cape swirled around him in a dramatic way, and Hux could swear hearts were floating above Ren's head.

Ren started chattering beside his grandfather as the pair talked and dramatically walked down the hallway together. The Knight didn’t seem like he was in any hurry to release Hux judging by the death grip on his wrist.

Hux sighed. He hated Kylo Ren.

“Sorry,” Ren called back carelessly when he accidentally smacked Hux against another wall.

So. Kriffing. Much.

this was delicious, so sensuous and hot and full of amazing power play.

I love this so fucking much. Good to see Kylo has his priorities in order regarding what to learn from his grandfather.

*cackling* Holy shit he turned Hux into a pissed-off balloon!! Kyloooo, you are the worst.

“Sorry,” Ren called back carelessly when he accidentally smacked Hux against another wall.

the wooooorst.

Ok, I did not finish the second piece, but I did give this a little editing and post it to AO3.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6412849/chapters/14680741

Thank you very much! I’m glad you liked it

Thank you so much for your awesome feedback. This comment made my day. I love daemon AUs as a tool for exploring character dynamics, so I’m delighted that you enjoyed the odd perspective and daemon/human behaviour contrasts. I also didn’t plan for dancing, initially, it kind of just happened, so I’m very glad that worked too.

Thanks! I’m delighted that managed to come across from the daemon perspective.

This is so painful but in such a good way, and it's fucked up that part of me just wants to truss Ben up in a blanket and pass him back over to Hux. But he's going back to see his parents and that's so gooood, but is Hux going to come back for him? I can't wait to see where you're taking this.

“Okay.”

Ben yanks on the thread again, startling a pained grunt out of Hux. He follows the chain of thoughts associated with that gut-twisting feeling of embarrassment until he can latch onto another memory, this one soaked in shame and surrounded by the dim halo of early childhood. Perfect.

There is no procedure for how to do this. He was never taught- just the opposite in fact. He spent a large portion of his youth being taught how to not do this. How to stay in his own head, like a little boy being getting his knuckles rapped for not keeping his hands to himself. How to ask instead of just taking. He probably shouldn’t enjoy letting all of his Uncle’s hard work go to waste as much as he does.

The technique for prying information directly from someone’s mind is something he’s mostly had to piece together for himself through trial and error. The easiest way, the kid-gloves way, was just to convince them to tell you.

Ben had poured over classified documents from the archives of the old Empire- perks of being the General’s son- that talked in vague terms about Lord Vader’s methods of coercion and persuasion of prisoners. They never officially used the word ‘torture’.

Neither did Ben, officially.

He leans forward in his chair, elbows on the table. His earlier grogginess is gone, washed away by adrenaline, the thrill of pursuit. Ben is more than a little curious to see what’s lurking in the far corners of General Hux’s mind. What makes a man like that tick?

Childhood memories, he knew from personal experience, were a goldmine of unpleasantness. The human mind was surprisingly fragile. More impressive men than General Hux had crumbled at being forced to relive, on loop, their first rejection or the death of a loved one.

He pulls this memory to the front of Hux’s mind, letting it leech in a bit just to make sure the General feels every second of it.

A little boy carrying a backpack that was almost as big as he was down the street in an unfamiliar city. He is half-dressed, disheveled, his jacket buttoned up over his pajamas. Following a tall, elegant woman with copper-orange hair flowing loose down her back. The boy is stumbling trying to walk and look behind him at the same time, craning his neck to keep in sight of a tall, white-stone house at the end of the street. Soldiers in unfamiliar uniforms swarm in and out of the house like insects, tossing clothes and furniture out to land in a jumbled heap in the front garden where it will be sold. The woman doesn’t look back once. She holds her head held high, so as not to see the armed guards flanking them. They are marched to a waiting hover-transport as people on the street stop to stare and mutter into their hands.

“Stop it,” Hux bites out, seething with the ghost of remembered shame. His ears and cheeks are as red as his hair.

“What were you doing on Axaca?”

Doing this always makes Ben feel more calculating, more efficient than he knows himself to be. It’s the one thing he knows he’s best at.

“I enjoy driving a skip loader in my free time. It’s a boyhood dream. Don’t tell anyone. I have an image to maintain.”

Ben hides a smirk behind his hand. That would be inappropriate.

In Hux’s memory, the woman Ben assumes is his mother struggles to lift a bag into the waiting transport as the soldiers watch, bored. The guards are not there to protect them. One of them, slouching back against a wall, snorts a laugh when the woman’s bag slips out and bursts open on the pavement. The little boy is the only one who moves to help her pick up the mess. In his memory, the child Hux hates these soldiers so intensely that Ben can still feels the echoes of it. He would fight them all, tooth and nail, if he thought he had even a chance of winning. But he doesn’t. He feels helpless. Impotent against armed men three times his size. If his father were there, he would do something, would stop them, but his father isn’t there, it’s only Hux, and he is powerless.

“Who were they?” Ben asks, curious. “The soldiers.”

He leaves the memory to replay itself on loop in the General’s mind. Hux doesn’t answer, looking away.

“I can just look, if you don’t want to talk to me,” Ben offers.

Hux turns sharply to glare at him. When he speaks, his voice is bitter. “Republic thugs. My mother was some twice-removed grand-niece of the Emperor. One of his favorites, so I’ve been told. He spoiled her. She had never wanted for anything in her life. When the New Republic came into power, they seized the Emperor’s assets. Confiscated my family’s home. Our credits. Restitution.” Hux says dryly.

“This was before the First Order.” Ben was too young to really remember, but he had heard about it enough times from his parents. How the First Order was formed from Imperial sympathizers, who had escaped justice by going into exile. The General’s file says that he is thirty-five. He can’t have been more than eight or nine in the memory.

“My father and others loyal to the Empire fled to the Outer Rim in a handful of Imperial ships, before they could command them to turn those over too.”

Ben skims the surface of his mind, just brushing at the still-fresh hatred roiling away there. The child Hux would picture some scruffy, ungrateful Rebel boy sleeping in his bed and playing with his things while he shared a crowded bunk on a stolen Star Destroyer with his girl cousins, and he would seethe with anger.

It is, as far as terrible childhood memories go, not the worst Ben has ever seen. There’s a certain pathos to is, but he’s almost disappointed. It’s so… ordinary. He always figured that anyone who had risen to a rank like General in the First Order had to be piles of crazy held together by the starch in his uniform. But there’s no gaping trauma in his mind, no psychosis. Just a spartan, friendless childhood and judgmental, emotionally distant parents. They could start a club.

It’s nothing compared to the horrific training the First Order put their Stormtroopers through in the name of obliterating identity. Ben still had nightmares about some of the things he’d dug out of their minds.

“Poor General,” he says with sticky sympathy, just to be irritating. “Too small to help your mother. Too weak to stop them taking your home.”

“Is this an interrogation or therapy? If you have a point, get to it,” He speaks like a man used to having his commands obeyed without question. Maybe on other people it works, but Ben has made a lifelong hobby out of disobeying orders.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize I was keeping you from something important. If you have somewhere important to be, we can reschedule. No?” He offers, all false apology. When Hux doesn’t answer beyond that pursed-lip stare, Ben adds vicious, “Well, look at that.”

Curiosity gets the better of Hux. “What?”

“Nothing’s changed. All that power, all that ambition, and you’re just as helpless now as you were then.”

Hux flinches like Ben has slapped him, but doesn’t respond, glaring at the tabletop like it’s personally offended him.

Finally, he says, “I’m sorry, is this the point where I’m supposed to fall apart weeping at your feet and confessing all my darkest secrets, or does that come later?” His voice is tart. Round vowels and sharp consonants. “Please be specific. Your technique leaves a lot to be desired.”

Your technique leaves a lot to be desired. Ben huffs a laugh. Hux manages to make it sound lofty, parental, like he’s completing a performance review and is severely disappointed in Ben’s interrogation skills.

“Four out of ten? Definitely will not recommend to future captives?” Ben smirks.

“A four is being generous. You didn’t really expect that to work, did you?” Hux adds, scathingly.

“I hoped it wouldn’t,” Ben agrees. When the other man looks up at him, curious, he adds, “Then I’d have to stop.”

“Charming,” Hux says. He drags his fingers through his hair, trying to push it back out of his face. “At least you live up to your reputation.”

“My reputation?”

Hux smiles, tight-lipped, like a man playing dejarik who has just seen his opponent make a bad move. “My men have a name for you, Jedi. Did you know that?”

Ben can honestly say that he didn’t. “Should I be flattered?”

“They call you the Butcher of Bespin. They say you went back after the fight was already over and killed the wounded. Every last man. They say you chase retreating fighters just so you can shoot them down. That you enjoy it.”

oooh, this is so amazing! love where you're taking this.

Oooooh, these boys fight DIRTY! Very nice!

Hux had never seen very much of Ren's skin. His hands and face, sure, on occasion. His ears, the back of his neck, a brief flash of throat, a bit of wrist when he removed his gloves and pushed his sleeves back. He never thought about it, never wondered what exactly was concealed under those layers and layers of drapey dark garments. Why should it be a secret, or any kind of mystery? Hux had been pretty well certain that there was nothing under Ren's clothes but skin. Pasty, ordinary, freckled here and there. One strange night, Hux realized he was wrong.

There was a solar system on Ren's back, a blue sun orbited by a congregation of worshipful planets, each one inhabited, somehow teeming with souls. There were rings, concentric spiral frills of nebulae, fields of asteroids, comets trailing bright fire. Only pictures, of course, layers of ink inserted under the surface of Ren's skin, but each one lived, and Hux didn't know how. They moved, of course, when Ren moved, expanded and contracted with his breath, but there was something beyond that, some intelligence they possessed, some subtlety that Hux couldn't name or deny. Ren's body seethed with them, these stars, these suns that seemed to rise and set, to cast long shadows in the morning and evening. Ren was a galaxy unto himself, scarcely an inch of him left bare, walking around stark naked yet clothed in a thousand lightyears of uncharted space, a billion different histories and civilizations.

Hux fell into bed with him, but he wasn't brave enough to ask what they were and who had put them there. He doubted there was any answer that could satisfy him, any answer he could understand. Hux slept with Ren casually, occasionally, enjoyed it perfectly well in spite of those odd decorations.

Then the order came to annihilate the Hosnian system. Hux performed faithfully, but the next time Ren came naked to his bed the ghosts of those planets hung suspended in his skin. Hux couldn't lie next to him that night, finally understood how Ren was connected. The visions on his body were some sort of afterlife, a record of extinction, exterminated lifeforms finding refuge there for a while before being replaced by a new day's dead. Hux became increasingly haunted by the one blank space, an oval of clean white just beneath Ren's neck and between the broad wings of his shoulders. It seemed the right place for a portrait, and it was. When Ren killed his father, the old man's face appeared there, and Ren pretended that he'd never noticed. Hux could never stand behind him after that, couldn't bear the sense of betrayal and disappointment, those wise eyes watching.

It'll be you someday, the old man seemed to be saying. Just wait and see, one day soon you'll be where I am. Hux had nightmares about it, felt Ren's invisible grip on his throat, the blade of Ren's saber sweeping through him, parting skin and flesh like air.

Ren laughed at Hux's premonitions. Ren lay with Hux in his bed, night after night, and evolution ran its course on his skin. Planets were born, ascended, died. Stars flared into supernovae or collapsed into icy spheres of nothingness. Auroras wove among them, ribbons of light twined up and down Ren's limbs.

I could never harm you, Ren told him, in sweet moments when they woke from sleep in Hux's bed, wrapped warmly around each other. There is no force in the universe that could turn me against you. Your fears are irrational, your dreams are only dreams. Still Hux's subconscious would not be comforted, still he'd bolt upright in bed soaked in sweat, fresh from another vision of Ren laying waste to all who'd loved him.

He sought the counsel of Snoke, who alone might be able to tell him why Ren carried such a tapestry of tragedies on his skin. Snoke could tell him only that the pictures had been put there a long time ago, before Ren pledged himself to Snoke's service. They changed with the ebb and flow of the Force through Ren's body, but the Force was not master over them. Hux told Snoke what he had dreamed, and Snoke allowed that it might be so; that if Ren killed him, he would wear Hux's image forever.

Years went by. Orders and empires fell, but Hux remained faithful to Ren, and Ren remained faithful to their arrangement. At the crest of his spine the place where his father's face had been was blank once more.

Years went by, stars burned to dust, planets faltered and fell, ships foundered out of the sky. Ren and Hux were alone. Stranded on a pristine planet, lost amid more beauty than either of them thought they would ever know. They lived sweetly for a while, side by side, like two figures in a parable. Still Hux could not escape his visions of the clean blank spot, the perfect canvas waiting for his portrait, hidden under the cowl of Ren's cloak.

Years went by. Hux grew old and older, stumbled, used a cane to walk. Ren walked with him; strange, silent, upright, gliding like a solitary ghost. One day Hux stumbled and fell and lay where he had fallen, unable to rise. He grasped Ren's hand, still broad and warm and strong after all these years.

I've never told you I loved you. Not once.

And there; Hux saw his own face, young again, emblazoned high on Ren's back. Beneath his neck, at the crest of his spine. Ren would carry him forever.

(WARNING this is fixin' to get weirdly hurt/comfort-y)

“Now take his cock in your mouth. Slowly, like that, look at him, show him you appreciate it...” Snoke has his hands on Ren now, his twisted bony fingers clutching and stroking and fondling, rubbing Ren's inner thighs, brushing lightly against his cock which just hangs there uselessly.

Hux looks down at Ren, meeting his eyes as Ren's reddened lips slide around his cock. He can't deny that he's imagined this; Ren forced to his knees, mouth slack and head bobbing, letting out little indignant whimpers around his mouthful of Hux's flesh. Hux has both hands in Ren's hair now, guiding his head, holding him in place as he whines in useless protest, Snoke still feeling up his ass and thighs. As Hux watches, Snoke slips two crooked fingers inside Ren and starts to fuck him like that; no coaxing, no gentleness, no lubrication, just spreading him apart and plunging into him, rough and careless enough to make him bleed. There's actual blood on Snoke's fingers, and this only adds to Hux's satisfaction as he grasps Ren's throat and thrusts into his mouth. Ren's begun to choke on him, but Hux doesn't stop. Ren's eyes are streaming, his body trembling with muffled sobs. He's trying to suppress them, making an effort not to weep out loud, although he'd hardly be able to with Hux holding him tightly by the throat and pistoning into his open mouth.

When he comes, Hux slaps Ren's face again; and again, because it felt so good, and Ren is still choking around him, struggling to swallow his release.

“You look like a whore now.” Hux trails his fingers through the mess of come dribbling down Ren's chin and smears it over his parted lips. The expression on Ren's face now is divided between loathing and resignation, and for once Hux relishes the hateful gaze, the visibly simmering rage in Ren's eyes. “You can speak, Ren. Tell me how you like being my whore.”

Ren says nothing, just spits on Hux's trouser leg, still meeting his eyes levelly as Snoke continues to finger him without the slightest bit of consideration, and Hux can't really tell what Snoke is thinking or feeling behind that immobile reptilian face but he seems to relish causing Ren pain, thrusting in too hard and too fast and too thick, tearing at the delicate flesh with his fingers preparatory to actually sticking his cock in Ren which is something Hux never thought he would have to witness.

“Speak, boy,” Snoke says, punctuating the words with a vicious open-handed slap to Ren's outthrust ass, but still Ren refuses. Hux begins to feel the first twinges of regret when Snoke unfastens his robes and pulls out his cock, which is grayish and scabbed and scarred like the rest of him, and he digs his fingers into Ren's sides, keeping him trapped as he mounts and fucks him; still dry, still hard, lubricated only by the slow seep of Ren's blood.

Hux finds himself speaking softly to Ren, trying to comfort him, stroking his face and hair with paradoxical gentleness as he watches Snoke rape him from behind, and it seems like Snoke will never have his fill and his cock is too thick and heavy and Ren can no longer suppress his sobs and yowls of pain. Tears mingle with traces of Hux's come on his face, and Hux-- he's in a weird floating state where it feels like he's no longer in control of his actions- takes a handkerchief from his pocket and swabs at the sticky mess, still speaking to Ren as if it pains him to see Snoke using him like this.

“Easy there. You poor thing. It's all right, now, it'll be over soon, you'll see.” Snoke doesn't notice Hux's blasphemy, doesn't hear him speaking sweetly to Ren. Something about seeing Ren like this, watching him tremble and weep and bite down as best he can on his cries of agony, breaks parts of Hux's heart that he hadn't known could break. And the odd thing is, he still wants to make Ren suffer.

Yesss!! I just want to read more and more. Damn you're good at ending the parts on challenging one-liners. Hux's memories of his burning childhood hatred and his mother and looking back at his house, were so well done. As was his critique of Ben The Mind Torturer Autodidact ("2/10 would not recommend, sloppy and cocky.")

They could start a club.

Oh maaan

this is intense and sweet

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