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Kylo Ren/Hux/Palpatine Clone Theory
(Anonymous) 2016-03-03 12:36 am (UTC)(link)Re: Kylo Ren/Hux/Palpatine Clone Theory
(Anonymous) 2016-03-04 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)AO3 Link - Puppets - Kylo Ren/Hux/Palpatine Clone Theory
(Anonymous) 2016-03-05 03:59 am (UTC)(link)FILL: Puppets (1/1) - Complete - Kylo Ren/Hux/Palpatine Clone Theory
(Anonymous) 2016-03-05 12:43 am (UTC)(link)Puppets
There weren’t a lot of choices.
I knew that was too easy.
Darth Sidious shook off the ice of the void, his spirit writhing with anger, a viscous stain on the Living Force. The rift in his consciousness between his Apprentice’s betrayal and clawing his way back to this reality screamed with noise, blood, and the jealousy of his fellow Sith.
The Seven Sith Hells were real, after all. It was him or them – thanks to that stain Qui-Gon and his recruits it had become much more difficult to pass the Veil. Not that climbing to freedom on the broken bodies (spirits, technically) of his fellow inmates bothered him – it was just that he’d expected a different welcome when he rejoined the Living Force.
Such as Vader, the eternal, atoning Sentinel, completing his penance at the Gate. A rematch.
Too pure and good to get your hands dirty fighting your Master, eh? Pathetic.
Unfortunately he now had the answer to why he’d met less resistance than expected; his clones were occupied. All of them, even the ones that came out wrong. Furthermore, all but a few had ended up in massively inconvenient situations. He’d go back to the First Hell before taking over the middle-aged Dathomirian house-husband, or the legless Old Republic History teacher. The husk rotting in the med-bay in a crashed ship on Jakku, barely self-aware, was in much too vulnerable a situation to be a good choice – how in the galaxy would he get off that Force-forsaken planet? One had been discovered only recently, and had not been dosed with growth accelerants - a child.
So in the end, there was only one choice.
*
“Everyone. Out.”
General Hux fumed as his staff retreated from the conference room, their collective tails between their legs. The leather of his gloves creaked as he clenched his fists.
1…2…3…
He breathed in and out, steadying himself. Only then did he rise, turning off the holoprojector and exiting in a reasonably dignified fashion, all but throwing his datapad his aide. Her small hands shook as she followed him, struggling to keep up, reciting his schedule.
Fuck, there it is again – No - The corridor swam before his eyes as another blast of anger rocked through him. The aide – Lieutenant…Vas ‘Og? Von Al? - yelped as he grasped her thin shoulder for support.
The world blurred into a whirlpool of confused colors, smells, and textures. Suddenly the inside of his mouth tasted absolutely wonderful.
“Sir!”
Dimly he registered the flawlessly polished - as it should be - deck rushing up to meet him, and then, nothing.
*
Ben!
Three decks away, deep in meditation in his private chamber, Kylo Ren jumped to his feet.
“Who is it?” Who dared?
Only silence answered him. Kylo sank back to his knees, shaking.
Something drew his eyes forward – not to Lord Vader’s remains, no, but beyond them. His heart raced. Could it be - ?
“Grandfather?” he whispered, throwing himself as far into the Dark Side as he dared.
Nothing.
Kylo groaned. Another false alarm. His mind playing tricks on him, and now he was too agitated to have any hope at all of reaching Lord Vader’s spirit. He stripped off his armor and stumbled into bed, completely ignoring a final whisper:
Run…
*
Hux woke screaming. He barely recognized the harsh overhead lights in the med-bay, warped as his vision was, as though he was staring into the wrong end of a telescope, the thin cotton sheets chafing like sandpaper. His entire body felt like an exposed nerve.
There was a flurry of activity in the corner of his vision as a gray-clad medic hit the call button and a swarm of medical personnel descended on his bed. Someone shone a pen-light in his eye. It felt as though he’d been stabbed with an ice pick.
“Sir? Can you hear me?”
“I’m alive you idiots! STOP THAT!” Hux yelled – or tried to. His throat spasmed, as though a noose had been jerked tight around his windpipe.
Kylo you asshole, this is not the time! He reached for the thread of connection that he had formed with the Sith over their long months together, first as belligerent, reluctant allies, and then as…something else. It was a wall of fire that blazed, without exception, whenever Hux reached for him, or vice versa - not always in the good way.
They were still working on ‘boundaries’.
He touched a void.
What -
Claws of black ice dug into his nerves. The hold on his throat slackened, and he did scream as he was dragged over the edge, his senses flooding with greedy triumph.
When he woke again, his fingers were paging through a datapad. His face felt sticky, numb, as though someone had pasted it to his face and was yanking the corners of his mouth with hook and thread. Like a fish on a line, or a puppet of flesh. His lips were buzzing – humming – was that a solo from Lord Giovanni? I love that opera… Hux thought, the inane thought rising to the surface of his growing panic.
“Ah, Lieutenant…”
That was his voice. His lips – he felt them move. A hand lifted, waved his aide - Valan, came a whisper, Zo Valan - to his bedside.
“Sir!” she said. A warm, tingling feeling washed over Hux. Relief. It had an odd, light edge, though, to…feminine to be his.
“Thank the Force…” she whispered. There was a strange, solid core to Lieutenant Valan’s relief. She cared. It shone brightly, even through Hux’s…cage.
Yes. That was exactly what it was. He was a prisoner in his own body.
YOUR body? Wrath blasted through him like a turbolaser, and Hux’s world dissolved into pain.
I’m sorry! he wailed, when he was coherent enough for words.I’m -
Was that his finger tracing slow circles on Lieutenant Valan’s palm?
No!
More pain, this time crushing him into a whimpering ball, even as visceral pleasure rolled through him. His subordinate trembled as his lips caressed the inside of her wrist – so delicate, soft, breakable…
The door chimed. His captor released the trembling aide.
“Thank you Valan. That will be all for now,” he told her. She tripped away, red-faced and shaking.
“General, the reports you requested…” Mikata stepped in, his arms full of flimsiplast, flash drives, and a clunky data-reader at least 30 years out of date.
Hux’s hands waved him away. His mouth smiled again, still feeling like a stretching rubber band.
Pleasure welled up around him. Hux sighed with relief as the…whatever it was directed its attention to the pile of information. He felt a cold hand stroke what he supposed could be his ‘head’ in his state of limbo. It warmed slowly, with the sense of an afterthought, petting him up and down his spine like he would a cat.
There there…Sleep…
Hux slept.
*
Kylo couldn’t sleep. The Force snapped with energy in a way that he rarely experienced outside of the presence of Supreme Leader Snoke. His very blood hummed with it, his mind a live wire.
“Grandfather?” he asked, for the tenth time. He could no longer deny it. There was something here. What else could it be? The Dark Side clung to him as he fed it his misery.
Why won’t you speak to me?
*
When Hux woke up, he was fucking Lieutenant Valan. She was face down in his bed, covered in bruises. Her cunt had long since dried up, though her sobs of pain were muffled by his pillow. She turned her head to the side – her lip was split and bleeding into his sheets.
Not so bad, is it, 47-B?
A serial number.
Row after row of tanks, each containing a body. Each one with his face.
Hux screamed. Sidious grunted and came, nails raking bloody lines down Zo Valan’s back.
*
Kylo Ren paced around the twisted body of the pretty Lieutenant that one of the Sanitation workers (FN-something-or-other) had pulled out of a drain following complaints of low water pressure in the mess hall.
She reeked of the Dark Side.
He removed a glove and pulled back her eyelids. A jolt of fear seized him. Whatever she’d seen last had stopped her heart.
*
“This is asinine. How did this get past Level 1?”
Hux and Sidious were in total agreement. The ensign shook in his boots as he took back the report.
“You have two hours. Get it done.” The teenager all but ran from the bridge.
“General.”
For the first time, Hux dared hope.
KYLO -
The pain shut him down, worse than before and yet somehow…less. More panic rose in his heart. Was he less?
The thing eyed Kylo, a look of bland disinterest on his face. Hux wanted to gag. It was the same look he wore just before he dragged Kylo into his room.
“Yes, Ren?” His voice was clipped, with that teasing edge that was just for the two of them.
“There has been a development in the Resistance’s efforts. It requires discussion.”
Discussion.
Fuck.
“Urgent discussion, sir Knight?” His voice pitched lower. Just for Kylo.
“Quite, General.” Hux could practically feel the smirk.
Then Kylo reached for him, a rough length of flame cutting the Force like a blowtorch. Having seen far, far more of the Dark Side than he’d ever wanted to, Hux sprang for it, wanting to wrap the almost-caring heat around his heart and burn the cold away. He’d never believed the adage about ‘degrees of evil’ before yesterday. Kylo…Hear me…
Sidious smirked. His will surged, throwing Hux back into the depths of his prison like a broken doll, mimicking his fragile soul, twining it with the Knight’s. Their bond flashed with some rather choice images from the previous weekend…and Lord Vader’s helmet.
Hux held his breath as his cage shook with something like shock. More information flowed.
Grandfather.
*
This time, Hux was awake. He fought, throwing himself against his invisible prison, screaming his throat bloody. Sidious pushed Kylo onto the bed, eyes locked on the blackened helmet on the plinth not three feet away.
Vader…Come out come out wherever you are! Sidious mocked, staring down at his prize, enhancing his strength subtly with the Force, locking Kylo in place. Pull up a seat...
“Open for me,” he hissed in Kylo’s ear. Hux moaned as Sidious flooded Kylo’s senses with white-hot pleasure. The Knight of Ren stared up at him in shock.
“…Hux?”
Sidious smirked and yanked his head back, trailing open-mouthed kisses from his jawline to where his neck met his armor, and Kylo’s suspicions evaporated in a blaze of lust. He reached for the first clasp on his armor, only to have Hux’s hand swat it away.
“Leave it on,” Sidious ground out. A thought twisted in Kylo’s belly. Sidious grasped it, stroked, pulled it to the surface.
It blossomed into need with barely any encouragement. The Master was happy to oblige.
“Put it on.”
Kylo whined. He summoned his Grandfather’s helmet with the Force as Sidious pulled off Kylo’s trousers and unfastened his uniform pants. He sucked on his still-gloved fingers, slicking them up with spit, and without ceremony thrust two into Kylo’s ass. The younger man shook, almost dropped the helmet. He fumbled with the fasteners, and the smoky grit that still clogged the ventilator and eyes as he was worked open.
Somewhere, lost in the void, Hux felt his heart go numb. Dimly, he was aware of Kylo clutching the headboard, gasping as his mouth and nostrils filled with ash, eyes stinging and red, choked with crumbling steel and burned bone. The hot, rough pressure of his spit-slicked cock filling his lover felt like a memory. The warped death’s head merged and flowed with a gleaming, whole mask, a flimsy container for unimaginable power. bWith each thrust Kylo’s hair shifted from black to dirty blonde and back again, his eyes from brown to blue to yellow and back again.
“Vader…” Sidious whispered. Kylo broke apart.
And Hux was gone.
*
Afterwards, Sidious smashed the helmet against the wall. When Kylo awoke, roaring, he blasted it to slag with Force Lightning.
And another Skywalker knelt at his feet.
THE END
a/n: So yeah. That…went really dark, really fast. I hope this fits the prompt closely enough…*hides* It is without question *the* most fucked-up thing I have EVER written. Yikes.
Re: FILL: Puppets (1/1) - Complete - Kylo Ren/Hux/Palpatine Clone Theory
(Anonymous) 2016-03-05 02:41 am (UTC)(link)I also adored the under-currents of the relationships here. Kylo's Vader obsession running into Sidious' thoughts about his apprentice/killer, even the way Sidious treated Hux as the original consciousness in the body. The final line. Guh.
Anyway, thanks for tackling something like this and producing a dark, fucked-up and ultimately hot fill.
Re: FILL: Puppets (1/1) - Complete - Kylo Ren/Hux/Palpatine Clone Theory
(Anonymous) 2016-03-05 03:23 am (UTC)(link)...You also convinced me to post it on AO3. *braces for impact*
Re: FILL: Puppets (1/1) - Complete - Kylo Ren/Hux/Palpatine Clone Theory
(Anonymous) 2016-03-09 03:21 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Puppets (1/1) - Complete - Kylo Ren/Hux/Palpatine Clone Theory
(Anonymous) 2016-03-10 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)...Yeah I am worried for Ren myself. In a way, Hux is actually lucky...