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The General of the First Order is an Omega, something Kylo Ren would not have believed if he hadn't met the man in person.

He was tall, just a tad shorter than Ren himself, and carried himself strongly, just like any Alpha would. But that was the end of the list of Alpha-like traits. Even General Hux's face was slightly softened due to his nature. His hips flared out slightly, well hidden by his choice of clothing.

And that scent—it was possibly the sweetest thing Ren had smelled in years.

General Hux of the First Order was an unmated Omega.

It was the most ridiculous fanfare Ren had ever seen at galas. Strange Alphas and even bold Betas would try to chat up the man, hoping for something lasting to form.

“You look ridiculous.” Hux's cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol he'd been drinking. He never did know when to stop, a bad habit kept from Academy days.

Ren scowled. He felt ridiculous too, without his mask. The black, moody outfit, however, fit him splendidly, clinging to broad shoulders and narrow hips. “You're one to talk.”

Hux had been dressed like any other unmated Omega—a white military style shirt that showed off his narrow chest and pants that ballooned around his hips, making them appear wider and more ready for child-bearing.

Hux flushed a brighter red.

“Careful Ren,” he hissed.

Before Hux could say more, Ren interrupted. “There is an Admiral who is staring at you in a disgusting manner,” he said.

“I am aware.”

Ren dipped into Hux's mind: frustration, annoyance, and, behind it all, a small amount of fear. “General,” said Ren. “Would you give me the honor of this dance?” He bowed low, looking deep into Hux's forest green eyes.

A small smile appeared on Hux's face for just a moment. His hand, fingers so cold, reached out and took Ren's. “Gladly.”

The Admiral was distracted afterwards, easily finding a new unmated Omega that suited his fancy. Ren, leading Hux slowly, smirked. The Admiral did not recognize the Knight.

Not OP, but eeeeee, this is looking good already..!

“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.

Aw. I think this is the first time I've seen the Force-as-suppressant.

I love love love that he didn't need to poke around or overthink it, just knew what would help. In this kinda fic, you expect the Alpha to be all "you should stop", and that's bullshit and sexist...? IS that the word? I'll keep using it, whatever. But this isn't that- Ren doesn't try to dissuade him. He points out that this is a bad idea, but doesn't push once his suggestion is rebuked. Just... perfect, perfect, perfect. Supportive and considerate and respectful, in a way you fucking NEVER see in ABO fic.

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