Filling my own prompt. Hope everyone enjoys. :) These will be more like "series" loosely connected together than one overarching thing. Think like a 5 +1 scenario.
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Steam billowed up around Kylo’s body as he stepped into his private ‘fresher. Having a real shower instead of the sanisteam was a luxury he afforded himself in his otherwise sparse chambers. He liked the feel of it against his body and the way it eased some of the pain in his muscles after a particularly intense training. That, and it was the only time he could relax and let his mind wander towards a certain red-haired general.
Hot water quickly flattened his hair against his skull and Kylo tipped his head back to let the sweat wash away while he soaped up his body. He could feel Hux’s constant presence in the back of his mind like a familiar, low hum that he derived secret pleasure from. At first it had been intentional to occasionally reach out with the Force to monitor the General’s whereabouts and keep tabs on him. First to make sure he was loyal to the First Order and to Snoke. Then just out of curiosity of the other man as they started to work together. And eventually, after months of clandestine fucking, through personal (and admittedly possessive) interest. And now he was just there all the time like a quiet presence Hux didn’t know about that linked them together.
Kylo sighed and closed his eyes while he let his sudsy hand drop down to his cock. He hadn’t been able to steal time away with Hux in a while due to the increasing demands the General had after a particularly bloody battle that the First Order had eventually won. It was important, Kylo knew that, but it didn’t stop him from being frustrated in more than one way. He wanted to grab Hux by the front of his pressed uniform and drag him into the nearest room for a hard kiss and a quick fuck.
His hand worked on his quickly hardening cock as he thought about slamming the smaller frame up against the wall, grinding their erections together while Hux whispered things into his ear. The General had a filthy mouth and a wicked tongue and it drove Kylo mad with sexual frustrations. His thumb slid over his sensitive head and down the underside of his cock causing him to shiver and let out a soft groan.
If Hux was here right now he would- His train of thought broke off in shocked confusion. Hux’s presence in the back of his mind had abruptly disappeared to leave behind a void. Arousal snuffed out, he reached out with the Force to try and sense Hux again and encountered nothing. He couldn’t feel him anymore, and the realization of that was terrifying in its implications. Hux was dead.
Rage quickly overtook terror and he slammed out of the ‘fresher. The air seemed to sizzle about him as he called his lightsaber to him before storming out of his room. “Hux. HUX!” Kylo roared. He didn’t know if he was yelling it or screaming Hux’s name in his mind as he raced down the Finalizer’s hallways with a single-minded focus. He couldn’t feel Hux anymore. He couldn’t. He couldn’t. Nononononono not him. He wasn’t allowed to die.
People screamed and tried to get out of the way of his whirling lightsaber. The hallways buckled and twisted inward with the sound of metal screeching on metal and bursting pipes as if drawn towards Kylo’s moving body. The Knight was heedless of the amount of destruction he left in his wake, intent on getting to Hux’s private quarters where Kylo had last felt him. He was going to kill whoever had murdered Hux that had caught the General by surprise. How dare they? HOW DARE THEY?
Hux’s door loomed in front of him at the end of a restricted access hallway barricaded by a blaster door. Kylo tore through it and the one behind it leading to Hux's interior rooms with nothing more than a minor thought to get inside and ready to destroy. His lightsaber was crackling wildly in his hand, blade up to slash at… “Hux?” Phasma was sitting next to him but she didn’t register to Kylo because it was Hux. He was there. And…alive.
Hux was staring at him, red eyebrows arched high into his hairline and blaster pointed dead center at Kylo’s chest. “Have you gone mad?” he asked incredulously but lowered his weapon.
“It was only a matter of time,” Phasma murmured with a straight face as she clipped her blaster back on.
“I…but I thought,” Kylo floundered and powered off his lightsaber. “I didn’t feel you through the Force,” he finished. And then Hux turned to look at Phasma with a pleased smile and Kylo wanted to kill her.
“So it works.” He flicked his eyes towards the doorway and destruction beyond. “Unexpected repercussions from it, but I’m glad to find it of use.” Hux pressed a button on a sleek black band he was wearing on his wrist and the two halves fell open.
Immediately Hux’s presence filled his mind again in a dizzying rush of sensation. “What?”
“Force dampener,” Hux said crisply. “Keyed to a person’s signature. Personally, I have no time for such magic Bantha fodder, but Captain Phasma was telling me about the tactical advantages of it for stealth missions.”
Phasma’s helmet was off and on Hux’s side table so Kylo could clearly see the amusement dancing in her eyes. “My technicians didn’t say it also brought naked, wet men. I might have to get one commissioned for myself.” Her eyes dropped none too subtly to his crotch.
It was then that Kylo realized he had run all this way without even grabbing a towel first. He scowled fiercely to cover up his embarrassment as suds dripped down his body and onto the floor. “Watch yourself, I am your superior,” he said darkly.
With as much dignity as he could muster, Kylo turned on his heel and stomped back the way he came, but not without crumpling the Force tampering device in Hux’s hand. He heard the General shout something but Kylo ignored it. As soon as he got some clothes on he needed to visit the technician’s center and have a little chat about tampering with things beyond their pitiful knowledge.
Re: [Fill] With Great Power (Comes Great Irresponsibility) 1/?
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Steam billowed up around Kylo’s body as he stepped into his private ‘fresher. Having a real shower instead of the sanisteam was a luxury he afforded himself in his otherwise sparse chambers. He liked the feel of it against his body and the way it eased some of the pain in his muscles after a particularly intense training. That, and it was the only time he could relax and let his mind wander towards a certain red-haired general.
Hot water quickly flattened his hair against his skull and Kylo tipped his head back to let the sweat wash away while he soaped up his body. He could feel Hux’s constant presence in the back of his mind like a familiar, low hum that he derived secret pleasure from. At first it had been intentional to occasionally reach out with the Force to monitor the General’s whereabouts and keep tabs on him. First to make sure he was loyal to the First Order and to Snoke. Then just out of curiosity of the other man as they started to work together. And eventually, after months of clandestine fucking, through personal (and admittedly possessive) interest. And now he was just there all the time like a quiet presence Hux didn’t know about that linked them together.
Kylo sighed and closed his eyes while he let his sudsy hand drop down to his cock. He hadn’t been able to steal time away with Hux in a while due to the increasing demands the General had after a particularly bloody battle that the First Order had eventually won. It was important, Kylo knew that, but it didn’t stop him from being frustrated in more than one way. He wanted to grab Hux by the front of his pressed uniform and drag him into the nearest room for a hard kiss and a quick fuck.
His hand worked on his quickly hardening cock as he thought about slamming the smaller frame up against the wall, grinding their erections together while Hux whispered things into his ear. The General had a filthy mouth and a wicked tongue and it drove Kylo mad with sexual frustrations. His thumb slid over his sensitive head and down the underside of his cock causing him to shiver and let out a soft groan.
If Hux was here right now he would- His train of thought broke off in shocked confusion. Hux’s presence in the back of his mind had abruptly disappeared to leave behind a void. Arousal snuffed out, he reached out with the Force to try and sense Hux again and encountered nothing. He couldn’t feel him anymore, and the realization of that was terrifying in its implications. Hux was dead.
Rage quickly overtook terror and he slammed out of the ‘fresher. The air seemed to sizzle about him as he called his lightsaber to him before storming out of his room. “Hux. HUX!” Kylo roared. He didn’t know if he was yelling it or screaming Hux’s name in his mind as he raced down the Finalizer’s hallways with a single-minded focus. He couldn’t feel Hux anymore. He couldn’t. He couldn’t. Nononononono not him. He wasn’t allowed to die.
People screamed and tried to get out of the way of his whirling lightsaber. The hallways buckled and twisted inward with the sound of metal screeching on metal and bursting pipes as if drawn towards Kylo’s moving body. The Knight was heedless of the amount of destruction he left in his wake, intent on getting to Hux’s private quarters where Kylo had last felt him. He was going to kill whoever had murdered Hux that had caught the General by surprise. How dare they? HOW DARE THEY?
Hux’s door loomed in front of him at the end of a restricted access hallway barricaded by a blaster door. Kylo tore through it and the one behind it leading to Hux's interior rooms with nothing more than a minor thought to get inside and ready to destroy. His lightsaber was crackling wildly in his hand, blade up to slash at… “Hux?” Phasma was sitting next to him but she didn’t register to Kylo because it was Hux. He was there. And…alive.
Hux was staring at him, red eyebrows arched high into his hairline and blaster pointed dead center at Kylo’s chest. “Have you gone mad?” he asked incredulously but lowered his weapon.
“It was only a matter of time,” Phasma murmured with a straight face as she clipped her blaster back on.
“I…but I thought,” Kylo floundered and powered off his lightsaber. “I didn’t feel you through the Force,” he finished. And then Hux turned to look at Phasma with a pleased smile and Kylo wanted to kill her.
“So it works.” He flicked his eyes towards the doorway and destruction beyond. “Unexpected repercussions from it, but I’m glad to find it of use.” Hux pressed a button on a sleek black band he was wearing on his wrist and the two halves fell open.
Immediately Hux’s presence filled his mind again in a dizzying rush of sensation. “What?”
“Force dampener,” Hux said crisply. “Keyed to a person’s signature. Personally, I have no time for such magic Bantha fodder, but Captain Phasma was telling me about the tactical advantages of it for stealth missions.”
Phasma’s helmet was off and on Hux’s side table so Kylo could clearly see the amusement dancing in her eyes. “My technicians didn’t say it also brought naked, wet men. I might have to get one commissioned for myself.” Her eyes dropped none too subtly to his crotch.
It was then that Kylo realized he had run all this way without even grabbing a towel first. He scowled fiercely to cover up his embarrassment as suds dripped down his body and onto the floor. “Watch yourself, I am your superior,” he said darkly.
With as much dignity as he could muster, Kylo turned on his heel and stomped back the way he came, but not without crumpling the Force tampering device in Hux’s hand. He heard the General shout something but Kylo ignored it. As soon as he got some clothes on he needed to visit the technician’s center and have a little chat about tampering with things beyond their pitiful knowledge.