tfa_kink | PROMPT POST #5

OH DAMN! BLESS THIS SIN <3

** Day 5 **

On the fifth day, Hux invited Ben to meet his many allies from many different walks of life.

“These various gangs with their various interests? They held no loyalty toward the First Order even before its defeat. Why would any of them follow you now with so little funding? What could they gain from this other than the New Republic’s ire? They couldn’t possibly be doing this for the sake of fulfilling some higher purpose or loftier ideal!” Ben asked, waving a hand at the many differently uniformed and just as many not uniformed at all figures scurrying back and forth below.

“Well Lord Ren, why don’t you go tell that to Kanjiklub, and see what they have to say to that?” Hux smirked.

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** Tasu Leech **

Hux’s dealings with Kanjiklub were somewhat limited in his time as a General. He had managed to get many discounts on hunting down Hutts who had disappointed or offended the First Order. But he also had to learn yet another native language so very unlike the Basic tongue.

He was somewhat surprised to see the leader (former leader now, just like how Hux was a former General) of Kanjiklub in the Pit, with a following of other incarcerated Kanjiklubbers closely behind him.

**

Tasu Leech had always struck Hux as a stoic man, bent on revenge against the Hutt, focused on the running of his gang, and dismissive of soft Basic-speakers much like Hux himself. But even a stoic man must has his lusts, and Tasu Leech invited Hux quite formally to join him in his cell for the evening.

As it did not look to be an invitation to be refused, and Hux had counted twelve Kanjiklubbers and eight other riff ruffs scenting around his person, he accepted the invitation most gracefully in the language spoken by the sons and daughters of Nar Kanji.

Despite the limited dealings, Hux still remembered Tasu Leech as an effective leader and capable agent. The man and his little gang would make very suitable long-term allies now. Better make an effort.

**

Thankfully the sons of Nar Kanji did not share (neither did their fire and spice like daughters), and Hux only had to contend with Tasu Leech himself. The man was as stoic in bed as he was out, and it made for a very uneventful evening. Part of Hux was relieved. Another part was bored.

The bored part quickly became interested however, when Tasu Leech proved to be a talker rather a snoozer after coital activities. And the man talked of grievances and politics. After the daily propaganda Hux was forced to sit through with other inmates on the legitimacy and integrity of the New Republic, Tasu Leech and his brusque speech and direct views were a breath of fresh air.

And Hux, well Hux was also full of grievances, and he was a man of politics, ever since his father had brought him to his first social function at the tender age of three and a half.

Together the pair struck up a most lively conversation on the duplicity of Han Solo, on how the smuggler had cost them each good subordinates and vast investments, on the ineffectiveness of the New Republic, on the First Order’s ongoing mandate to chase out the Hutt slaver threat, and how unfortunate it was, that this most noble and urgent goal was no longer feasible, with the First Order in the less than optimal condition it was in now, all thanks to the blind and deaf New Republic, and the self-appointed heroes of the Resistance.

And what do all people want, if not some safety and stability? If not some order and peace? Even criminals needed a functional economy to profit. Even felons had family, had friends, needed to eat, to sleep, to not live in trepidation of being whisked away in the night by slavers, to not be at the complete mercy and whims of an unstable and inept government.

**

How fortunate, that Tasu Leech had seen fit to take the former General under his protection as a respected equal.

How unfortunate, that the whole mini Kanjiklub gang was sent to isolation for a group fight with adamant and confrontational Basic speakers.

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** Day 8 **

Ben Solo thought about stealing a shuttle and running away. Hux had allowed him a great deal of freedom of movement. It would be wrong to not take advantage of such hospitality.

But when Ben got past four different sets of guards with mind tricks and turned a corner, he saw none but one of the Knight trainees waiting for him, silent and dark behind mask and black cowl.

“Hail Lord Master Ren,” the Knight trainee gave a slight bow.

“No, I am Ben Solo now. Your Master Ren is no more.”

“But why would Master Ren be no more? Master Ren smells like Master Ren, sounds like Master Ren, and looks mostly like Master Ren. And above all Master Ren feels like Master Ren, so strong and so familiar, so sweetly Dark, here in the Force. We are sure Master Ren is indeed Lord Master Ren himself.” the Knight trainee asked in puzzlement and took off their helmet.

Ben Solo looked into the trainee’s strange watery stare. What was this one’s name again? Kylo Ren had barely paid these trainees any attention at all.

“Oh, since we are the last devotees in the practice of Ren now, we took it upon ourselves to name ourselves Nama Ren. But since Hux calls us Turandot when he is pleased with us, we suppose Lord Ren could keep on calling us Turandot too. All others must be strangled,” the alien creature said with a happy smile.

** Nama Ren **

With the protection of Tasu Leech and Kanjiklub temporarily gone, the vultures circled Hux again. And all it took for them to strike was a moment of lapsed judgement and exhaustion on Hux’s part.

Hux felt his knees chafe on the hard ferroconcrete, swallowed back a mouthful of blood-mixed saliva, and endured as another man climbed atop him, gripped his neck in a large clammy hand, and forced his head down to the ground. This was getting old. And the one with the worst personal hygiene was definitely getting an improvised something sharp in the eye first, never mind that he was also a prison guard.

Suddenly the heavy weight on top of Hux disappeared. The supply storage was filled with panic and strangled yells and the sound of unlucky bodies hitting walls and ceiling hard and fast, and lucky bodies fleeing the scene with haste. From his position on the floor, Hux saw shadows of tentacles expand and whip around the room.

A dark presence, at once faintly familiar and not familiar at all, leaned down over Hux’s still kneeling form. It hissed in a wispy voice next to Hux’s ear.

“Hello little General, Lord Master Ren kept you all for himself for so long. Now it is time for us to get a little taste.”

Well, this is definitely new, Hux thought, as tentacles wrapped around him in a slithering embrace.

**

A little taste turned into many little tastes (with much slobber). The creature said they enjoyed Hux’s clever hands, repressed rage, and apathetic approach to murder.

Hux gritted his teeth as a slim tentacle slithered all the way up his urethra. He had experienced soundings before, under the hands of a fleet commander back in the days, then again later with a peer. But he had never been sounded by something so obviously inquisitive and alive (getting sounded by the Force via Kylo Ren did not feel quite the same. No texture, for one). Hux had also came, explosively hard, the hardest really, ever since he was thrown into this hellhole.

And unlike many of the men, this monster was not purposefully violent, did not understand the concept of degradation, and had obviously deemed Hux too good a toy to be carelessly broken. It was, in a word, playful.

(The creature also enjoyed back pettings and tummy rubs. No one had dared rub and pet them before.)

**

Tasu Leech respected Hux. But the man also had a strong self-preservation instinct. Some forces were simply not to be contended with.

The other inmates and the few guards also backed off. Even with a Force suppressing collar, the creature who referred to itself as themselves and referred to themselves as Knight of Ren trainee, Nama Ren, was physically stronger than most incarcerated species by far, could still easily manually strangle and pull apart multiple men at once without the Force, possessed both a mercurial mood and unusual temperament, and had a very nonstandard sense of morality. Any day now, any day now and the monster would tear Hux apart. Do you not hear his blood-curdling screams as the monster availed itself to him? (Kylo used to complain about Hux’s bedroom volume. Sounds like we are killing a pig in here, seriously now Hux. Hux simply snorted and pointed out just how very unattractive Ren’s own yodeling and yapping were.)

The chief warden was satisfied. He accessed the reports of General Starkiller’s predicament as prison bitch to hardened criminals, notorious gangs, and the terrifying inhuman monster from his comfortable home on a summer planet far away from the Pit, counted the credits collected from vengeful donors, and patted himself on the back for a job well-done.

**

Hux learned Nama Ren had no birth name, as they were lost (taken?) from their home before they could be named.

The earliest memory they had was of a cramped square of water with fake rocks and decorative plants encased in glass. People stood on the outside and were loud and curious and amused. Some rapped on the glass. The people seemed to like them. So when they finally copied these people’s form and broke the glass in order to interact with them directly, they were so confused on why the people who were smiling just moments before all fled and screamed. When different looking people stormed in to shoot at Nama Ren, they decided to run as well.

After that, Nama Ren travelled. A wise human in a ratty brown robe once travelled with Nama Ren for a while, and gave Nama Ren the name ‘Turandot’, the name of a proud and powerful Princess of a magical kingdom bygone. He had hoped they would learn mercy and love, and their namesake had long ago. Nama Ren had wished to travel with the human more, to hear his stories and learn about the Force. But the human abandoned them (Luke was only away for half an hour. When he came back to the camp, the little alien girl (?) was gone. The entire camp was filled with the stench of the Dark).

And Nama Ren found out they were not a Princess but the strangest of beasts, and everyone else was all too glad to remind them so.

Hux ran his hand lightly through Nama Ren’s sensitive reproductive ciliates, and told them about the story of a messiah who became a monster, and a Prince who did not act like a prince at all.

**

Tasu Leech and his gang eventually got used to have a Knight trainee join them for lunch in the cafeteria.

They would greet, sit, and Tasu Leech would give anything with dairy products to Hux, and Hux would give anything that remotely resembled fish to Nama Ren, and the tentacled monster would eat it all, and grab whatever they took an interest in from other people’s tables to gobble down, or on the occasions when they remembered, to gift to Hux and more rarely, Tasu Leech and his men.

Ah, the galaxy was a strange place. And Hux was indeed a fearsome and resourceful man, a worthy ally who had rightfully earned all his titles and accolades at such a young age, to tame a beast such as this.

**

“Hux, Hux, why are you not afraid of me?”

“Dear Turandot, I used to live on the same ship and base with Kylo Ren. Comparatively you are much mellower company.”

“Mhhhmm…” Nama Ren hummed and flopped out all of their tentacles as Hux scratched the back of their neck.

**

The galaxy was indeed a strange place, Hux thought as he tried to find a more comfortable position squeezed onto the same narrow bunk with Nama Ren. Had anyone told Hux that he would one day be kept by an alien and be its keeper in return, he would have scoffed at the ridiculous notion. But here he was, finding a strange comradery with a dangerous and inhuman alien.

In sleep Nama Ren was still and quiet, all their tentacles retracted to mysterious places and hidden from view. Hux supposed some could be fooled into thinking the deadly creature a young woman (?), if this was the only visage they saw. How misleading, this waiflike shape with its rounded face, small button nose, and curtain of straight dark hair. And some could be fooled into thinking this was a primitive beast, with its simple speech and direct mannerisms. But Hux recognized a keen intellect when he saw one. Turandot was as shrewd as their namesake (Hux remembered a different legend, of a Princess cold and calculating and cruel, who gave nothing and got away with everything), albeit they possessed a less than clear understanding of the ills and particularities that plagued humans and many other similar sentient beings. Well why would they bother learning about the strange social norms of lesser creatures anyway, when Turandot was the predator, and the rest clearly prey?

But just like the octopus which they so resembled, Nama Ren was a natural master of disguise. And most people only saw what they wished to see, be it the exotic aquarium display, the lost young girl, or the wild and cruel monster. How ironic that Hux of all people had somehow gotten close enough to notice the wide-eyed child who was raised in unnatural captivity and never properly socialized.

Were all the Knights once abandoned, lost, and neglected children snatched up by Snoke? Hux looked at Nama Ren’s large wet eyes, and was painfully reminded of another pair of very different yet very similar eyes. They held the same hunger and the same anger, with a touch of shared insanity. How fortunate for Hux then, that he knew exactly what to do to endear the owners of such eyes to himself (Ben Solo still left him in the end, a failure that had started off a string of cascading failures. But Turandot was a much simpler soul, who turned to Hux’s deliberately gentle hands and soft words like a starved flower towards the sun).

(The chief warden was pleased to see the monster he had specifically released into the Pit served its functions.

The sub warden was a man who was both dispassionate about his job, and wrote shoddy reports that were doctored to best justify good year-end bonuses.

Certain senators publicly praised and rewarded the chief warden for his dedication to the rehabilitation of criminal elements and the protection of the innocent public, for his great compassion and strong sense of responsibility.

The same senators saw the subjugation of General Starkiller by the strange alien caught at Snoke’s citadel as the greatest humiliation and torture to be inflicted upon a xenophobic, elitist Imperial spawn.)

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YES

seconding i am trash

WOO!

LOL

I love this! 👌

I am 1000% here for this.

Hells yes!!!

+1!

hooooooly shit yes to all this, and especially that first bonus

Damn, Hux, do you want to go and kick some actual puppies as an encore? I mean, regular Kylo is an irredeemable asshole, but amnesiac Kylo - I wonder if he's blanked out decades of Snoke-related baggage? I wonder if he's so persistently tagging after Hux because he's like, "Damn, this guy really has his shit together. I like him a lot, I hope we're friends. Also, he's hot."

Oh my god I love this

A!anon here. Oh my god this is making me want to write kylo slowly remembering allllll the snoke!baggage and being horrified. Help.

Holy hells and stars above! This is the best thing I never knew I needed. Thank you.

Yeeesssssss! Do it!

:O God DAMN this is brutal!

Do it. Do it.
Also Hus having feeling is THE BEST and THE WORST. And Kylo is so... amnesic, damm.

Different anon here.

1. This was awesome.

2. Please. Please do. Write it. I'm dying for more of this. (And sad sap that I am, I'm dying to see them get some happiness).

Here's the link for AO3!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6685567

It takes three days until they arrive, three days of Hux never letting Ren out of sight but for the occasional stolen hour, three days of Ren never letting Hux out of physical contact rage, if he could help it. Hux often wondered, before, when looking at Ren in his heavy cowl and layers and mask, if he ever felt anything on his skin but thick black cloth, if he ever missed touch.

It turns out Ren does, and and very much. The pet is never more satisfied than when he’s allowed kneel next to Hux’s chair, nuzzling is often-muzzled head against his hip, or nestled between his legs, or curled up against his side when he was sitting against the headboard – unless Hux is actively touching him, a distract caress against a shoulder or a pet of the head, a brush of fingers against a bruised cheekbone. In such instances, Ren positively mewls, whimpering and sobbing like Hux is giving him the world.

Hux has him, and it’s incredible how short a time it took to warp Ren to his will, to tailor him to Hux’s needs like he did. But he’s too damaged, too tired, with nowhere to go but the arms of a new master, and some kindness is all it takes to conquer his loyalty.

Hux has always been so careful with his precious resources.

There’s an off-colour joke he makes to himself: if it’d been anyone else, he would have said he had them eating from the palm of his hand, but he quite literally had that with Ren since the very first moment. He laughs, softly, and Ren shifts his head so that his unmasked mouth presses against Hux’s palm, tongue darting out to lick at it.

“Good pet,” he coos; and Ren smiles, content.

He only hears him speak once, the first night, when he’s woken up by the sound of Ren crying in his sleep – a nightmare, by the look of it – and goes over to shake him softly by the shoulder, to slap him on the cheek gently but firmly, until he wakes up.

“Ren,” Hux whispers, grip on his shoulder tightening. “Ren, wake up. You’re not there anymore. He’s dead.”

Ren’s eyes open and Hux falls on his knees next to him, leaning to speak into one ear. “Shhh, he’s gone,” he says, mumbling nonsense as he pats at those long curls. “Be a good boy now, go to sleep. He’s not here anymore. You’ve been doing so well, Ren. Hush.”

And that’s when Ren raises one hand and grips at Hux’s wrist, tight enough to hurt. He’ll probably have a bruise in the morning. “Why are you doing this?” Ren asks, his voice some odd mixing of weariness and shame and pure need.

Hux’s heart jumps into his throat for a brief moment – this is Kylo Ren he’s been cuddling to, he’s sharply reminded; Kylo Ren who’s cruel and capricious and unstable and now broken on top of it, Kylo Ren who’s a savage beast and he should be put down, and what the hell is Hux thinking he can play at – but Hux didn’t rise to where he is now by getting scared easily.

He keeps at it, talking to Ren in soft tones until he relaxes and turns into an incoherent mess again, and of course he doesn’t bother answering, because Ren wouldn’t even understand, half-crazed as he is, and because Hux himself has only a vague idea, and that idea is too amoral and self-serving to ever be spoken aloud.

But Ren, he remembers, can read minds. Ren must know what he’s thinking of doing with him, to him, how Hux is going to use Ren until he’s all used up and then some. Ren, he suspects, welcomes the idea. There isn’t much left of Kylo Ren to have his own ideas anymore; he’s been shattered so thoroughly that it’d take Hux years to put him back together, if he ever was so inclined.

He’s not. He likes Ren nice and compliant and like he is now, staring up at Hux with adoring eyes.

+

On the fifth day after Hux’s been declared the new, undiscussed leader of the First Order, an assassin finds his way into his bedroom as he’s stepping out of the shower. There’s the cold press of a blaster against the bony bump on the back of his neck the moment he walks into the bedroom, and all Hux has time for is a brief assessment of the situation – a flash of rage that he’s about to potentially go out in such an idiotic way, a mental recall of the hand-to-hand techniques with the higher likelihood of survival – and suddenly he hears a horrible wet chunk and something warm splatters against his neck. He whips his head around sharply to see the would-be assassin with her throat and face completely crushed, bleeding pink slime all over his carpet.

He turns back on himself and sees Ren crumpled in the middle of the floor, shoulders shaking, sobbing softly to himself. He rushes to him, joy on his face he didn’t even have to fake. “That was so good, Ren, you were perfect.” Hux kneels down on the floor and takes Ren between his arms, moves him around so that he’s half laying on Hux’s chest, hushes him with soothing noises and warm caresses. There’s tears running from Ren’s eyes, actual tears, and how touching, Hux thinks.

“Ren,” he calls. “Kylo.” Those big dark eyes look almost liquid, bathed in light. They find him, anchoring to Hux like a ship in a storm. “You did so very well, my pet, I’m so proud,” he reassures him. “So well.”

Gradually, Ren’s pants turn into more even breaths, but Hux continues tracing two of his fingers in twisted patters on Ren’s pale skin. A series of eights on his cheekbone, an endless spiral on his sweaty temple, light scratch of nails on his forehead. “You killed her, didn’t you?” he speaks as much to Ren as to himself, marveling at the sight in front of him. Hux has always appreciated the spectacle of a good death, and this one is particularly beautiful. “She was going to try and kill me, but you got there first. Ren, you’re a gem.”

Ren doesn’t meet his eyes, doesn’t dare too, but he’s flushed and smiling and there’s a low rumble coming off his throat; he looks so pathetically glad. “Good boy,” Hux whispers. “I think I will keep you,” he says, and Ren arches in his arm, throwing back his head, and he whimpers, warm wet tongue sliding off his mouth to lick across Hux’s knuckles, the back of his hand. A bit disgusting, Hux thinks, but heartwarming in its own way, pure affection if he’s ever seen it, more than he had ever commanded of a living human being. He can appreciate that.

He brings his free hand up to scratch along Ren’s scalp, above his forehead, on the back of his ears, that sensitive spot along his nape. “Good pet,” he repeats, softly. “So good for me.”

Ren shudders.

+

When Ren is good, Hux lets him sleep in his bed – draped around his body, curled up against his side, like some sort of cross between an oversized puppy and a particularly warm blanket.

This is how it starts: after the assassin debacle, that very night, Hux had locks himself and Ren in his new, luxurious bathroom while a cleaning detail takes care of that body on the floor. He fills the huge clawfoot tub up to the brink with scalding hot water, because Ren had shown himself to be so responsive to these simple pleasures, and he plans on cultivating his pet’s loyalty in all the ways Snoke obviously failed to do – and that is when it hits him, that he should probably offer to give Ren some sort of treat. Positive reinforcement, and all that.

But when he brings it up with Ren, he doesn’t get any answers – not even a sign of the head or a look that could somehow be interpreted as affirmative. He tries a couple more time, but all Hux gets is the tightening of Ren’s hold on his clothes, a fervent shake of the head, the persistent drag of those long, shaky moans. But of course, he realizes. Ren, damaged as he is, wishes for nothing more than company, a physical presence, a gentle reminder of where he belongs.

Well.

Hux is still undressed from his earlier shower, wearing only a loose pair of trousers and that woman’s blood all over his neck and back. He takes them off and gets in, watching the water slowly turn a pale red, lets out a long breath at the newfound feeling of warmth. Ren is watching him, because of course he is, and Hux beckons him over with a crocked finger, taking pleasure in the way Ren goes to sit on his heels at the edge of the tub, one cheek pressed against the white ceramic, subtly moving as closer as he can to Hux without actually touching him.

“How obedient,” Hux muses, and Ren keens. There’s something so relaxing about all of this, he thinks, tracing the contours of those pink lips with his index finger. He shoves it into the warm heat of Ren’s mouth, down to the fist knuckle, watches it come away glistening. “Would you like to come in?” he asks, and Ren’s answering whine is close to a shriek, so sudden and enthusiastic it makes Hux startle and Ren’s face turn red at his own overeager reaction.

Hux laughs. “How needy, Ren,” he teases, but he reclines back and sits up with his legs spread, lets Ren climb into the tub and sit between his knees. Ren is still dressed in a black tunic and slacks, because Hux didn’t tell him he could take them off. That pleases him; the unspoken deference of the gesture, and because being naked at the same time as Ren would put them on something dangerously close to equal footing. This way, he will have the pleasure to see Ren dragged down by water-heavy clothes, making a mess all over the floor.

He lays Ren’s head to rest on his collarbone, resuming his exploration of that pliant mouth, thrusting two fingers in and out at varying speed, just to see what happens. Ren seems to like it, curling his tongue and licking between them up to his knuckles, letting out high-pitched little moans and nestling his head against Hux’s chest, soaking happily in that water red with blood.

“That’s it,” he says. “I’m here for you. Kylo, you did so, so well. Good dog.”

When Ren is good, Hux lets him sleep in his bed, and that is quite often, as one might expect. Nowadays, Ren is always very, very good.

This is getting longer than I expected and also kind of fluffly? I mean, in a very fucked up way. Anyways, it's probably now long enough that I'll post in on AO3, if anyone is interested.
@OP, could you provide a link to the original prompt that inspired you to prompt this, because you've got me interested,

Thank you!!

BLESS YOU ANON <3 glad you like it!

I'm so glad you're liking it OP! Let me know if there's something else you'd like to see :)

OP here, and this is perfect so far! Fucked up but fluffy is the best! Please post it on Ao3, I'd love to download it to my phone for future appreciation~! Not to mention kudos and bookmark.

It took me a while, but I found the inspiring prompt:
http://tfa-kink.dreamwidth.org/3961.html?thread=9696633#cmt9696633

Again, thank you anon, I cannot wait to read the rest!

PROMPT POST #5 - CLOSED

This post is closed to new prompts!

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