“I can't.” Hux feels the strange surge of Snoke's power inside him, taking hold of his muscles and tendons, guiding his hands to Ren's neck and fastening them there, and the smooth metal of Ren's collar is warm and vibrating slightly against Hux's skin. Ren's eyes are downcast now, his head lowered, and he presses his cheek to Hux's thigh in a show of uncharacteristic submissiveness. Hux takes control of his hands again, starts to twine his fingers through Ren's hair. Perhaps Snoke is right, perhaps if he fucks Ren now he'll be cleansed of all desire to harm him and the animosity between them will dissipate. Perhaps this is the only way to dig that particular thorn from his side.
“Feed him your cock. You see how he begs for it. That mouth was made to suck you dry, wasn't it?” Snoke's voice is a sibilant hiss, a subliminal undercurrent of sound, and Hux is enveloped by his power; Snoke is in his very veins, in his blood, pounding at his temples and making his heart race and whatever illusion of choice Hux might have had is gone now. He has Ren's collar in his hands, its vibrations singing in his bones, and Ren is motionless, tense, infuriatingly silent.
“Open your mouth.” Now, at last, Ren protests, shaking his head, his lips (they are pretty lips, Hux has to admit, plump and curved and vividly pink in Ren's pale face) pressed tightly together. Hux, operating under his own power again, draws a hand back and slaps Ren hard enough to make his palm sting. Not to be cowed so easily, Ren snarls at him- actually snarls, curling his lips back and showing his teeth like a feral Akk dog-- but Snoke, moving much more quickly and decisively than Hux, steps forward and cracks him across the back of the head hard enough to send him sprawling. He's holding a whip, Hux realizes, a deadly and primitive-looking implement with a heavy wooden handle, as effective as a cudgel when applied to the base of Ren's skull. Ren, impressively, is still conscious, still picking himself up from the floor, still looking up at Hux with that twisted expression of fury and betrayal.
“Show him, boy.” Snoke plies the whip, almost gently, gives Ren a warning tap with the end of the thick braided lash; again, as if he's some sort of misbehaving domesticated beast, which Hux supposes might not be far from the truth. “Show the general that you can be of use to him.”
“So you can be useful after all.” Hux, stricken with sudden inspiration, hauls Ren's head up with a hand fisted in his hair. “I've always thought you had a whore's mouth. How many cocks have you sucked, Ren?” Ren shakes his head and bares his teeth again, and Hux takes hold of Ren's chin, levering his jaws apart with both hands.
“Those are pretty, but you're not going to use them, are you?” Hux slaps Ren's cheek again, mockingly, caught off-balance by the sudden powerful surge of arousal that accompanies the sensation of skin touching skin. He wants to hit Ren again, and again, to light into him with all the force of his pent-up anger and frustration, to bruise his fingers and batter his knuckles against Ren's complacently immobile skeleton; he wants to destroy Ren as thoroughly as he can be destroyed, to reduce him to a splintered and oozing pile of lifeless bone and flesh. First, however, he wants Ren to suck his cock.
Before Hux can do anything, Snoke strikes Ren with the whip; harder this time, leaving a long red welt between his shoulder blades. Ren, as if conditioned to respond just so, undoes the fly of Hux's trousers with deft fingers and nudges his great bony nose up against the outline of Hux's cock in his undershorts. Hux's breath catches as Ren begins to mouth and lick at him through the thin fabric, Snoke watching him and nodding approval.
Re: Hux/Kylo - Snoke/Kylo - Slavery- FILL part 2
“I can't.” Hux feels the strange surge of Snoke's power inside him, taking hold of his muscles and tendons, guiding his hands to Ren's neck and fastening them there, and the smooth metal of Ren's collar is warm and vibrating slightly against Hux's skin. Ren's eyes are downcast now, his head lowered, and he presses his cheek to Hux's thigh in a show of uncharacteristic submissiveness. Hux takes control of his hands again, starts to twine his fingers through Ren's hair. Perhaps Snoke is right, perhaps if he fucks Ren now he'll be cleansed of all desire to harm him and the animosity between them will dissipate. Perhaps this is the only way to dig that particular thorn from his side.
“Feed him your cock. You see how he begs for it. That mouth was made to suck you dry, wasn't it?” Snoke's voice is a sibilant hiss, a subliminal undercurrent of sound, and Hux is enveloped by his power; Snoke is in his very veins, in his blood, pounding at his temples and making his heart race and whatever illusion of choice Hux might have had is gone now. He has Ren's collar in his hands, its vibrations singing in his bones, and Ren is motionless, tense, infuriatingly silent.
“Open your mouth.” Now, at last, Ren protests, shaking his head, his lips (they are pretty lips, Hux has to admit, plump and curved and vividly pink in Ren's pale face) pressed tightly together. Hux, operating under his own power again, draws a hand back and slaps Ren hard enough to make his palm sting. Not to be cowed so easily, Ren snarls at him- actually snarls, curling his lips back and showing his teeth like a feral Akk dog-- but Snoke, moving much more quickly and decisively than Hux, steps forward and cracks him across the back of the head hard enough to send him sprawling. He's holding a whip, Hux realizes, a deadly and primitive-looking implement with a heavy wooden handle, as effective as a cudgel when applied to the base of Ren's skull. Ren, impressively, is still conscious, still picking himself up from the floor, still looking up at Hux with that twisted expression of fury and betrayal.
“Show him, boy.” Snoke plies the whip, almost gently, gives Ren a warning tap with the end of the thick braided lash; again, as if he's some sort of misbehaving domesticated beast, which Hux supposes might not be far from the truth. “Show the general that you can be of use to him.”
“So you can be useful after all.” Hux, stricken with sudden inspiration, hauls Ren's head up with a hand fisted in his hair. “I've always thought you had a whore's mouth. How many cocks have you sucked, Ren?” Ren shakes his head and bares his teeth again, and Hux takes hold of Ren's chin, levering his jaws apart with both hands.
“Those are pretty, but you're not going to use them, are you?” Hux slaps Ren's cheek again, mockingly, caught off-balance by the sudden powerful surge of arousal that accompanies the sensation of skin touching skin. He wants to hit Ren again, and again, to light into him with all the force of his pent-up anger and frustration, to bruise his fingers and batter his knuckles against Ren's complacently immobile skeleton; he wants to destroy Ren as thoroughly as he can be destroyed, to reduce him to a splintered and oozing pile of lifeless bone and flesh. First, however, he wants Ren to suck his cock.
Before Hux can do anything, Snoke strikes Ren with the whip; harder this time, leaving a long red welt between his shoulder blades. Ren, as if conditioned to respond just so, undoes the fly of Hux's trousers with deft fingers and nudges his great bony nose up against the outline of Hux's cock in his undershorts. Hux's breath catches as Ren begins to mouth and lick at him through the thin fabric, Snoke watching him and nodding approval.