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tfa_kink2016-02-26 05:03 pm
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Kylux - quadruple amputee
(Anonymous) 2016-02-28 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)+ Snoke either is the one to amputate Kylo, or has deemed him no longer useful due to such humiliating defeat
+ To Kylo's mortification and confusion, the Finalizer has agreed to host him, the embarrassment of the Knights of Ren, the useless cripple, but the General and his staff do not humiliate or torment him
+ The staff grudgingly but carefully take care of Kylo
+ Hux motivates Kylo and presents him with prosthetics. 'Leader Snoke gave you to me, and I am going to get full use out of you.'
+ Sex without prosthetics
+ Sex with prosthetics
Re: Kylux - quadruple amputee
(Anonymous) 2016-02-28 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)especially to the sex without prosthesis
Re: Kylux - quadruple amputee
(Anonymous) 2016-02-29 03:06 am (UTC)(link)+1000000000
FILL: Kylux - quadruple amputee
slight deviation from the prompt (only triple and one tenth amputation, not the full four) but I felt it added a nice touch
also multipart snippets cause if I tried to write more then just clips here and there I'd write a 30 chapter in-depth fic and that would just be mighty unfair to the 10000 other requests in this kinkmeme.
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The gravel burned beneath him, the heat of Mustafar warping his sight with ripples of heat. He grasped at the black pebbles, only his right hand spared in the sweep of Rey's dual sabre that took his legs and other arm.
"You were loved Ben! Leia loved you up to her dying breath, Han did too!" She screamed to be heard over the roar of pouring magma, words catching on the hot air that tried to choke her. "You could of saved yourself if you had turned to the light!"
"I had been saved! Snoke saved me and raised me up as Kylo Ren!" Spittle, half blood from taking a knee to the face, stringed his lips as he glared up from his spot on the ground, orange-red eyes boring into Rey's own blues. "Ben died a long long time ago and the light means nothing to me,"
"Then where is he? Where is your supreme leader? Where is the man that killed Ben Organa-Solo?" a single end of her sabre hummed out, the blue light casting strange shadows on the Jedi's face. Her boots crunched on the black rocks, hum of her blade growing louder with every step. Ren raised himself as best he could on his one arm, baring his teeth at the icy blue sabre that was pointed at him. That was his through birthright, the very weapon once owned by Lord Vader now the same weapon to be bastardized and used against him.
"You are alone, Ben, and you will die that way," Her voice was steady like she was a judge passing verdict on a guilty man. "Snoke is not coming for you, you know it to be true," Ren hissed in displeasure, feeling Rey pick his brain for the shreds of doubt that floated on it's surface.
"He will!" Rey grunted as she was thrown from Ren's mind, blood and spit hissed on her sabre. Rey gave him one last look before turning away. The Sith snarled and launched himself forward, fight in him yet although his own saber lay far away in the cold palm of his left hand. His tattered cloak scraped on the rocks as he made a grab for Rey's ankle, her lightsaber flashed and the Sith howled, recoiling once more but now short a few fingers.
"Leia was right, there is too much Vader in you,"
- - - - -
Finding Ren on Mustafar was almost impossible for Hux; of course, have a fight in the middle of the night in a near inhabitable sector of the smelting area while wearing all black while failing to inform his equal of his plans in case he required back up. Typical Ren, just completely entirely typical-
Oh stars, Ren.
He was sprawled on his back, what was left of him anyways. He had no - gods and stars - legs cut away at the thigh and no left arm from the upper arm downwards. Jedi whore, he would personally see to her torture next time she was captured. Oh she would pay dearly for the ruin she left in her wake. The general's anger slipped away and in it's place sat a cold and heavy fear, a fear that crawled from his gut to find a new home in his throat as he neared the Sith's body, boots crunching on the gravel.
A hand grabbed his ankle, an orange eye fluttered open, the other obscured by dark curls.
"Here to finish me..?" a raspy impostor to the low tones Hux knew, the eye fluttered closed again and the hand went slack.
Dead dead dead deaddeaddeadDEADDEADDEADDEAD the fear jabbered, choking Hux's thoughts.
Hux quickly knelt by the Sith's prone body, gloved hands tugging open his robes, feeling across his chest then up the side of his neck for a pulse before cursing and tugging off a glove with his teeth. All his training told him not to panic, panic distracts from the task at hand, but oh the general could not bear the thought of his knight lying lifeless. Ren was his, and no one, not even the most powerful Jedi could not take him away.
There, there it was, faint and slow but there was a pulse, Kylo Ren was breathing still. The fear subsided, slowly untying the knot it had made in the General's throat.
"Inform the medical staff," the general barked orders at the nearest trooper, gently slipping his arms under Kylo's body, "He will need immediate stabilization, go, now!"
"Sir!" The Stormtrooper snapped a salute and dashed off as Hux lifted the body of Kylo Ren.
It sickened him to feel how light he was in his arms.
- - - - -
Ren swam to consciousness, fighting his way through a fog of stabilizers and suppressants. He was in pain, a dull ache that didn't extend past his knees or left elbow oddly enough, but pain was good, pain meant he was alive, pain strengthened his bond to the dark.
A proper look at his body shattered those thoughts to a million pieces in his mind. She had taken his limbs, she, Rey, the last known Jedi in the galaxy and his equal had taken him apart and turned him from Sith to a useless wretch, a cripple with only one arm to aid him.
The knight let out a shuddering breath, surviving hand slowly fisting in the sheets of his bed as the medical equipment around him started to shake. A hiss cut through his teeth, then swelled into a roar that made the walls of his room shudder.
Hux arrived in time to fling the door wide and see Kylo Ren blow the lights out by force of agony alone.
- - - - -
"What news from Snoke?" Barely a step into Kylo's room and already Hux was being questioned. Unfortunately he didn't have answers Kylo Ren wanted to hear; the general kept his mouth closed and took a seat, then stood again to drag the seat closer to Ren's bedside before sitting again. His hands folded nervously in his lap, mouth opening to speak a couple of time but snapping shut again before he could voice his reply.
"None?" the Sith sounded disappointed. He had been awake for a week now, every day he would demand news from the supreme leader, but...
"It's as if... You never existed,"
The silence that followed was deafening.
"He does not speak of you, or what you have done, or his future plans involving the Knights and yourself," Hux swallowed thickly, "When I tired to make mention of you he demanded silence and dismissed me,"
"Has he said anything since?"
"Yes," Ren cocked a brow, even with a cocktail of Force suppressants in his blood, Hux could still feel Ren's thoughts brush up against his own. Why haven't you told me yet?
"He has made me your new master," Because it was news you do not want to hear.
Machines hummed, IVs dripped. All was silent.
"He wanted you disposed of, I couldn't let-"
"I am your slave now, is that it?" Kylo Ren's tone was ice, red-orange eyes of a true Sith fixing in Hux's, daring him to confirm his statement. "A crippled pet? Is that what I am now? Is that what I am to you?" Ren's voice rose, marred hand fisting in the bedsheets. Hux was up in a moment, stepping towards the bed with a sharp bootclack. His hands found the Sith's shoulders and pushed him back into the pillows, jarring him out of his rage for a moment.
"You. Are. No. Such. Thing," Each word was sharp and precise, years of dealing with Ren's outbursts had honed Hux's skills in calming Ren from a damaging outburst. "You are Kylo Ren, Sith Lord, Knight-Commander of the Knights of your own bloody name," His gloved fingers dug into the thin shirt on Ren's shoulders, pulling him up and closing the gap between their faces. "and I will have my full use of you Ren,"
Kylo's orange eyes bored into Hux's, fear and anger ebbing away in their fiery depths, replaced with a single question.
"How, Hux?" Stars Ren sounded so scared, so sure that his sole source of mockery would be from his equal, his other half.
"We take a page from Vader's book," a beat, Ren jutted his chin in an almost nod, prompting Hux to go on, "Cybernetic limbs," the Sith's face was impassive for a moment, then a slow smile tugged Ren's lips.
- - - - -
Hux watched the spindly arms of the medical droids work on Ren, welded to the spot out of fear. If he turned away for a moment, half a moment even, something would go wrong and Hux would lose him for certain this time. He had to be ushered from the rom after the anesthetic was administered and the limbless Sith was unconscious on the operating table. Hux had helped design the prosthetics with Kylo, demanding every record the First Order had on Vader's prosthetics as well as all other Sith Lords.
A little smirk curled his lips, Hux would be lying to say he wasn't eager to see the delicatlley bent, claw-toed legs akin to those of a notable General carrying his Knight to battle. A little hum by his shoulder caught his attention. Vastass the Monk, one of Ren's knights stood by his side, face hidden by a mask shaped into an angular grimace and shoulders draped with a heavy cloak.
"He will be so strong," She purred, "A Sith of iron, the true successor of Vader's legacy," she uncrossed her arms, lifting a hand from the folds of her robes. She flexed it, the chrome joints between dull black segments catching the light. "He will be more powerful for losing his limbs then he would ever be whole, loss binds the Dark ever tighter," She turned to face the general properly, Hux could almost feel the fanged sneer split he face behind her mask. "Snoke was a fool for letting you take him when he would only grow more powerful, you will only hold him back,"
"Mind your tongue, Vastass," Hux bit back, fixing an icy glare on the black mask of the Knight, "He was either slated to die or came under my order, you are still part of the First Order by my decision alone and it would be best for you to remember that,"
"But at a great loss," She sniffed.
"Mind saying that again?" Hux turned and took a thretaning step towards the Monk, glaring into the dark eyes of her mask, daring her to give him a reason to striker her.
"A great loss, General, you lack a connection to the Force, let alone the Dark side," Vastass pushed back, reclaiming her space and forcing the general back a step, he wanted so badly to throw a punch, to kick and beat the insolence out of this Knight. "You will lead Ren away from his true purpose to serve as your lap do-"
He never had a chance to act. Vastass reared back, metal hands pawing at her throat as she choked and gagged. Hux only knew one man who could do that. He turned to the viewing window, eyes locking with Ren's as the Sith stretched on the medical table, marred hand a claw in the air as he choked his own Knight.
- - - - -
After painful rehabilitation and seemingly endless rounds of stabilizer and anti-inflammitory injections, Ren's drive was back where it used to be. Subsequently, Hux found himself back where he used to be too, straddling the hips of the Sith as he sunk onto his shaft.
"Kreff, you got tight," Hux could feel the uneven tips of Ren's right hand dig into his hips, mirroring the far sharper points of the metal fingers of his new hand as he helped Hux slide onto him. Servos whirred in the quiet as Ren pulled his legs up behind Hux, planting his new feet on the bed and raising his hips up. No claws on the bed, plain humanoid legs would do fine for such recreational activities. A little buck pushed more into Hux a touch to fast, the general gasped.
"Ah-ah, careful," Ren set his hips down again, perfectly obedient to his new master no matter their position. The ginger resumed his languid speed and bottomed out with a soft moan, fingers curling against Ren's stomach as he pulled himself up then slid himself down again, fucking himself. The Sith guided his hips, warm flesh and cool metal thumbs stroking the crests of his hips in mirrored motions, doing his best not to thrust into the general as he wanted. He had orders and he would follow them.
Hux felt the pointed tips of Ren's hand trace up his front, thin fingers tickling against his freckled skin. Cool palm grasped the curve of his pectoral, testing how the soft touches translated through wires. Hux had seen the ruin Kylo wrought with that hand; windpipes crushed with a flick of the wrist, eyes gouged from their sockets. He would be lying if he said the thought of something so dangerous touching him so carefully wasn't arousing.
"You're brodcasting again," Ren hummed, tweaking a nipple between forefinger and thumb. Hux took a little sip of air and glowered at the Sith, feeling his ears heat up in a blush. The cool claw slid up Hux's chest, pointed tips grazing the hollow between his collarbones then carefully clasping around the front of his throat. The general swallowed thickly against Ren's metal palm.
"I like what I'm hearing, Hux,"
- - - - -
Without his cybernetics, Kylo Ren was no threat. One set of cuffs kept his living arm tied to the headboard as Hux positioned his hips just as he liked them. He smirked as he saw the Sith's hand clench in a fist and relax again, trying to keep himself from using the force to expedite things. His truncated fingers tensed in a claw a Hux slid a finger into him, taking his time with the knight at a careful pace. Kylo always rushed in, so eager to have what he wanted that he didn't bother to plan or strategize, perhaps this would be a lesson of sorts for the knight.
One finger became two. Ren shuddered and arched on the bed, shortened limbs pressing into the sheets with useless brushed chrome caps. Hux had put those on Ren himself, a precaution to keep the ports clean and prevent the knight from tearing holes in the sheets.
"Hush, Ren," Hux soothed, reaching up to smooth his thumb against the old scar on the other man's cheek, watching as the tension bleed out of Ren's golden-red eyes. "I am not going to hurt you,"
Kylo nodded slightly, body relaxing in fractions. Hux pressed his fingers along inside of the Sith, smiling as Ren's hips twitched and a little muffled noise pressed through his teeth.
"Come now, I think you can be louder then that," Hux prompted, gently rubbing the spot with a smirk. Sure enough Ren's noises grew louder, cock leaking a little.
"Fuck me already," Ren snapped, biting out each word. In reply Hux spread him with a third, the Sith growled low, most likely cursing in Shyriiwook.
"You have no sense of patience Ren," A tease, twisting his fingers a little roughly to twist Ren's next remark into a garbled moan, "And I don't need a cock to fuck you, I seem to be doing quite well with fingers alone,"
"Prefer a cock," Ren mumbled, Hux clicked his tongue and pulled his fingers out, enjoying how Ren wriggled in a vain attempt to keep Hux from leaving. The general slicked himself, his clean hand gliding along the knight's thighs and waist and committing every rise of muscle and freckle of his skin to memory. His knight, his Sith, from the tips of his fingers from the hand above his head to the scarred ends of his thighs, Kylo Ren was his.
"Broadcasting," Hux shot an icy blue glare at the Sith, only receiving a smirk and a fiery gaze from under dark lashes in reply.
"You are infuriating you know that?" The question was rhetorical, Hux didn't wait for a reply before leaning over Ren, guiding himself in as his clean fingers interlocked with Ren's.
Re: FILL: Kylux - quadruple amputee
(Anonymous) 2016-03-09 10:18 am (UTC)(link)*Finn voice* "Why does anyone want to go back to Mustafar?!"
Re: FILL: Kylux - quadruple amputee
(Anonymous) 2016-03-14 02:05 am (UTC)(link)Ouch at Rey cutting Kylo short. And yes at all the Hux + Ren interactions. I wonder what the craftsman who made the chrome caps was thinking when he/she got the commission.