“You're going into heat,” hissed Reb. It was too obvious. The General's cheeks were flushed red and the scent that wafted from him was overpowering. The General very nearly swayed where he stood, scent glands reddened and slightly swollen.

“I am aware,” said Hux, lips pressed together thinly. “But there is still work left to do.”

“You cannot hope to get much work done in this state,” said Ren. “You'll soon be irresistible to every horny Alpha present.”

Hux hissed again, no words managing to escape this time.

Ren sighed. “Impossible,” he complained underneath his breath as he reached out through the Force. He clamped down on that small part of Hux that desired nothing more but to kneel down and allow himself to be taken. The sweet smell of Hux's weakness withered.

“There,” Ren said. “You have three hours. Use them, General.”

A bead of sweat dripped down Hux's brow. He nodded. Ren liked to think he saw gratefulness in those proud eyes.