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heh, or 'Prime' or just 'LLLLOATHESOME RESISTANCE'

Imperial Princess Hosnia Hux-Ren does have a nice ring to it though.

OP: the specific manifestation of PTSD often seen in former child soldiers is known as Developmental Trauma Disorder (DTD), which does include flashbacks along with quite a few other very self-disrupting symptoms.

I am 100% going to write this, both because I think it's really important and I've been wanting to do a serious character piece for Finn, but I'm in the middle of exams and so I wouldn't finish it until after Prompt Post 6 goes up. I'll put it on AO3, though. Is that okay?

[A/N: Have another fill, nonny! I know you said “Dirty talk about how good and full Hux is going to make his sweet boy,” but boy, did Hux not want to be sweet. At least on purpose. I hope that’s okay!]

Barrier

“Supreme Leader has a mission for me,” Ren says, suddenly, when Hux breaks away from his mouth to readjust his position on top of Ren. “I’m leaving tomorrow and don’t know when I’ll return. I would have something as a…” Ren swallows as Hux settles their hips together. “As a reminder. A token.” Ren’s dark eyes are shining and earnest in the half-light of Hux’s quarters.

Hux raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “Are you trying to ask me to come in you?”

Ren nods, going red at the edges of his broad face. “Because I’m leaving.” He stares pleadingly up at Hux.

Hux sits up, sucking his teeth and grinding a little against Ren just to watch his chin tilt up and his eyelids flutter. Ren has been after Hux to fuck him without a barrier for some time, with a vehemence that almost makes it seem like Ren desperately needs his seed for some perverse Dark Side ritual.

He’d started off using protection with Ren the same way he would with any partner whose history he didn’t know. It had been clear from the start that he would have to be the responsible partner. If it hadn’t been for his insistence on relocating to his quarters before Ren could touch him any further, Ren would have been happy to fuck on the floor of the armory like animals the first time he lunged at Hux.

“You don’t have to use those,” Ren had told Hux the third or fourth time, watching him pull the barrier off of himself with a grimace, Ren’s head lolling on his shoulder. Ren’s clingy. Hux shouldn’t like it. “With me. I haven’t… you’re…” Ren stumbled over his words and fell silent for a moment. “There hasn’t been anyone else.”

Of course, Hux had thought, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, of course Ren would let him take his virginity and not mention it until he could get something for it. Hux hadn’t responded. He’d simply rolled onto his side to kiss Ren, running his hands over him until Ren came a second time, gasping into his mouth.

He hasn’t managed to do that since, although it is not for lack of trying.

But despite being able to forgo them, Hux just can’t bring himself to. It’s difficult to break a habit of a lifetime. He’s never been fluid-bonded with a partner before, and it’s just so much easier to clean up. But every time he pauses to put one on, Ren says the same thing: “Don’t you want to come in me?”

And Hux says the same thing back: “Not really.”

Hux just doesn’t see the same appeal in the act that Ren does. But if Ren is clearly never going to shut up about it… Hux sighs loudly. “If I do this for you,” he says, “then you’re going to do something for me.”

Ren swallows, focus intensifying with the opportunity to get what he wants dangled in front of him. Now that Hux finds appealing, half-hard cock stirring. “What would I have to do?”

“While you’re away,” Hux says, smirking and leaning down to cup Ren’s face, “you are not to touch yourself.”

Ren’s eyes dart to Hux’s hand, and he licks his lips, almost brushing Hux’s thumb. “What if I dream about you? What if I wake up hard?” He rolls his hips under Hux, rubbing against him. Hux bites his lower lip, as his cock stiffens to full attention. He lets out a low hiss of air and smirks down at Ren.

“I don’t care. I don’t care how long you’re gone. I don’t care if you wake up dripping with so much precome that your underwear is ruined. I don’t care if you’re a hairsbreadth from coming without being touched. You are not to come. You are to sit on your hands and stare at your fat, wet, swollen cock and think of the Empire until it wilts.” Ren’s face reddens as he blinks furiously, stiffening beneath Hux. Hux has to admit it’s a rather good image—Ren red in the face, staring uselessly at his weeping, pulsing cock, trembling with the effort not to come. Maybe failing. Hux grinds against Ren, and Ren makes a short, guttural gasp. “I do think that’s a fair trade, mmm? For wanting me to mess in you?”

“I can do that,” Ren says, breath coming faster. “I can do that.”

“Now,” Hux says, patting his cheek before straightening up, making sure to rub against Ren as he does so, “Ask me again. Properly.”

Ren’s face twitches and he chews on his plush lower lip for a moment before responding. “I want you to come in me. Please.” Hux smiles at how easily Ren tumbles over the line into begging without prompting.

“Alright,” Hux accedes. “Roll over. Get on your hands and knees.”

He climbs off of Ren to fetch the lubricant from its usual spot. When he returns to the bed, Ren is on all fours, half-erect cock bobbing between his legs.

Hux squirts a generous amount of lubricant directly onto Ren, tossing the empty bottle with unerring aim into the bin he keeps by his bed for nights like these. Hux watches as the thick, viscous liquid drips down Ren’s cleft. He reaches out and touches Ren’s balls, trailing his fingers up his perineum, tracing his now-wet cleft, teasing and oiling his hole. Ren hums and then gasps when Hux plunges a finger roughly into him without warning.

Hux prepares Ren briskly, efficiently, grabbing Ren’s hip with his free hand when Ren groans and tries to fuck back onto his fingers. “I thought you wanted me to come in you, Ren,” he says, sharply.

“Yes,” Ren pants, “but—”

“But nothing, Ren,” Hux warns, digging his nails into Ren’s hip. Ren’s breathing hitchs. “Keep that up and you’ll just get my fingers. You don’t want just my fingers, do you?”

Thus chastened, Ren behaves himself. Hux pulls his fingers out and shuffles, awkwardly, closer to Ren, kneeling between Ren’s bent knees. When he takes himself in hand and presses the blunt head of his cock against Ren’s puckering hole, Ren lets a low moan and lowers himself to his elbows.

“How do you want it?” Hux asks. “Slowly?”

“No,” Ren grunts, dropping to his shoulders, pressing his forehead into the mattress. “No, fuck me fast. Fuck me hard.”

Ren’s enthusiasm makes Hux’s cock pulse and his breathing hitch, but he clicks his tongue. “Aren’t you forgetting something, Ren?” He teases Ren’s slick hole, rubbing his cock head against it.

“Please,” Ren moans, and Hux could listen to him say that much-neglected word all day.

Hux breaches Ren easily to the hilt. Ren may have been virgin territory before Hux, but they’ve been at this long enough that he takes Hux like he was made for it. Hux gasps as he fully sheathes himself in Ren. Barriers are meant to feel like nothing, but, somehow, Ren feels warmer, tighter, without it.

Although, Hux reflects, as Ren groans and rubs his face in Hux’s sheets, that’s probably because Ren is so eager for this. “How does that—how does that feel?” Hux asks, failing to hide his panting breath.

“Good, Hux, you feel so good” Ren babbles.

“Good,” Hux murmurs, although Ren doesn’t hear it. He lifts a hand off of Ren’s hip to run it up slowly up the knobs of Ren’s spine as he begins to slowly thrust into him. Ren makes a low, keening noise, and Hux smirks at the wantonness of it.

This is why it’s worth putting up with Ren, why it’s worth playing this dangerous game. It’s intoxicating, having Ren at his mercy like this. Out there, Ren contradicts him, undermines him, disobeys him. In here, Ren begs for Hux’s cock.

And he’s such a delectable fuck, Hux thinks, as one particularly rough thrust elicits a startled, satisfied gasp from Ren. Ren’s willing, eager, and, for all his demands, grateful for the attention Hux is giving him.

He traces his hand up Ren’s neck and fists his hand in his unruly hair—not to yank, but for balance, pressing Ren’s head into the sheets as the speed of his thrusts increase. He watches the play of muscles across Ren’s upper back, contracting as he fists his hands in and mouthes at Hux’s sheets. So strong, Hux thinks. So easily undone.

“You want me to come in you?” Hux growls. “Pump you full, leave you wet?”

“Yes, yes,” Ren pants.

“Beg for it,” Hux hisses. “Beg for me.”

Ren makes a desperate groan, and begins to beg as shamelessly as he misbehaves. “Nngh—please, Hux—come in me, come in me, please…”

Hux doesn’t last long after that. How can he, pumping in and out of Ren’s warm, willing channel, with Ren begging so beautifully, groaning and grunting under him?

“Ren,” Hux warns, “I’m going to—”

“Come,” Ren moans, as if ordering him to. Hux grimaces and obeys, gasping at the unfamiliar sensation of spilling into Ren. Ren writhes underneath him, but Hux digs his fingertips into his hips, holding him fast until he feels himself soften. He pulls out with a grunt, and feels, vaguely and surprisingly, dissatisfied when Ren’s hole closes cleanly.

Hux is suddenly seized by the need to see proof of what he’s done. He grabs Ren’s ass, groping and kneading. Ren tilts into his touch, moaning, and his hole opens and closes on nothing, making Hux’s come leak out of him. Ren whines.

“You filthy thing,” Hux says, fascinated. His seed spills out of Ren’s puckering hole, a thin line of it dribbling down his perineum. Hux follows its downward progress, watching it mingle with the string of precome dangling precariously off of Ren’s thick, swollen cock. Wet, Hux thinks. Wanton.

“Hux—Hux—” Ren nearly hiccups on his name, as if drunk on what Hux has done to him. “I’m so close, I need to come, I need your fingers—”

“No,” Hux says sharply. “No. If you’re going to be filthy, you have to finish yourself off. I’ve done my share.”

He expects Ren to take himself in hand or even drop his hips and rut against the bed like the wanton slut he is. Instead, Ren reaches between his legs to shove two fingers into himself, moaning as he fingers himself roughly, rougher than Hux usually dares to fuck him. Hux’s come glistens on Ren’s rim, on Ren’s thick fingers.

Hux blinks. It’s never occurred to him to finger himself in that position. It takes Hux a moment to recognize its advantages—like this, Ren can rut against his arm while fingering himself. He must have had too much free time at whatever monastery the Supreme Leader plucked him out of for this to come second nature to him, Hux thinks.

He forgets to blink, stunned, aroused, and a little disgusted at the shameless display in front of him. He straightens up, a vertebrae in his back propping, to get a better look at Ren’s face. His face is red and totally slack, eyes rolled into the back of his head, open mouth drooling into Hux’s sheets. As if they can’t get more disgusting, Hux thinks, somewhere, even as he burns the image into his memory for use during Ren’s absence. His bed is going to smell like Ren for days, and he mistakes a weak shock of arousal for annoyance.

“Hux—” Ren chokes out, and then he’s coming with a sharp cry, throwing his head back like a beast. Hux lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and sways on his knees for a moment before sitting back onto his heels.

Ren collapses to the mattress, dazed, boneless. It always takes him a while to recover after he comes, as if he’s making up for lost time with the intensity of his orgasms. Usually, Hux will hold Ren through his recovery period, savoring what he’s reduced the Master of the Knights of Ren to. But he’s not going to touch Ren so intimately after he’s made such a spectacular, sticky mess of himself.

And Hux’s bed. Hux tugs at Ren’s limbs until Ren rolls over with a groan, and then keeps tugging at him until he’s arranged him over the wet spot. Fatigue begins to prickle behind Hux’s eyes, so he lays down next to Ren, placing a hand carefully on his impressive and safely dry chest. Hux watches his hand rise and fall with Ren’s breathing, impressed and satisfied.

When Ren inhales sharply and swallows, Hux knows he’s sufficiently returned to reality for conversation. Hux sighs. “When you do leave?”

“Eight hundred hours.” Ren clears his throat and moves to get up, as normal, but Hux presses his hand down on his chest.

“You could stay,” Hux suggests. “We could do this again in the morning, before you leave. If you like.”

Ren’s blinkered and bewildered expression doesn’t change, but Hux can feel him practically vibrate under his hand. Strange creature, Hux thinks, and lays his head on his shoulder, secure in the knowledge that he has Ren in the palm of his hands.

Author!anon, please don't let immature pieces of bantha shit nonnies scare you away! This was amazing and I would seriously read like 50K of it. You write so incredibly well, and I LOVE that rather than woobifying Kylo you had pregnancy just strengthen his protective instincts. Bravo!

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THAT WOULD BE FANTASTIC IF YOU DID.

Holy fuck that was hot! I can't leave the kind of superlative comment this fill deserves because my brain is now a puddle of blissful goo. YOU WRITE GOOD PORN.

Sweet tap-dancing Christ. O_o

Hell yes Finn is the perfect boyfriend!

I loved Ben's outrage about people in the mail. This is so stressful for him xD

Yes please!

No apologies for beautiful Finnlo

No bad Resistance get your hands off my babies!

Yes someone please write this

Oh yeah, that's the good stuff. *lights cigarette*

Warning for fuck-or-die dub-con, shades of past non-con, and the fact that none of them really get consent as it applies to themselves or others.

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Kylo fitted the last piece of shattered casing into the weapon’s hilt. He channelled the Force, using the ache in his back and shoulders and the simmering rage at such a beautiful artefact being damaged. With a touch of heat and telekinesis, the last piece bonded with the exterior, leaving the weapon whole and gleaming. Kylo rose from the workbench and stretched his muscles. He cradled the weapon in his hands on the way back to his rooms. It was late in the night-shift and few other troops were around.

Once he was settled in his quarters, with the door firmly secured against intrusion, he cleared a wide space and placed the weapon in the centre of his floor. He removed his helmet and sank down until he was sitting in his usual cross-legged meditation position. His eyes slid closed and he arrayed the pieces of the ritual in his mind. The ancient Sith texts he’d read had been fragmented, imprecise, but having a focus lying in front of him and a clear idea of how to apply his willpower should be enough.

Kylo breathed deeply and rhythmically, focusing on the core of his emotions. Hate and anger rose hot and fast in response to his call. Blood pounded in his arteries and his lips peeled back from his teeth in a silent snarl. The feeling grew, implacable, until it pressed against the inside of his skin. Each muscle tensed as the emotions soared to a fever pitch. Only when Kylo felt as if his entire body was burning with the intensity of his rage and hatred, did he reach out to the Force.

The power that washed back at him was staggering. Every nerve tingled with it and still Kylo pressed for more. The Force roared through him, replacing emotion with a strength that made him itch to strike out, to destroy and kill. Kylo growled and fought to contain it. When he extended his hand, it almost seemed to move apart from him. Power flowed toward the weapon lying on the floor and it absorbed the offering. It suddenly became a struggle to hold back as the weapon drank in dark side power. Kylo fought it, harnessing his anger and the spike of fear. His arm started trembling. The energy moving through him sparked pain in his body and that gave him the strength to break the connection. It had to be enough.

Kylo was dizzy with the amount of power he’d channelled. He blinked as a shadowy mist rose from the saberstaff. It began forming a recognisable, humanoid shape and elation sang through him. The mist solidified, taking on texture and colour, until a fully materialised zabrak stood in the centre of the room.

Kylo stood up and stared as the zabrak looked down at himself with an inscrutable expression. He turned his hands over in front of his face and then clenched and relaxed his fists. His gaze flickered around the room, noting the bare walls, the bed, and Kylo himself. The zabrak’s eyes lingered on the chest where Kylo kept Darth Vader’s old helmet before fixing on the saberstaff at his feet. He extended his hand, but the saberstaff only wobbled where it lay. He frowned.

Kylo finally spoke up. ‘You’re Darth Maul,’ he said, ‘apprentice to Darth Sidious.’

Maul’s golden eyes fixed on Kylo. ‘Yes,’ he said simply. ‘Why am I here?’

‘I brought you back,’ Kylo said, excitement rising in him at his success. ‘I have so many questions to ask you about Darth Sidious and about the ways of the Sith.’

Maul folded his arms inside his robes. ‘Ask quickly. My power is weak. I will not last here long.’

‘What?! But I channelled so much power! I did everything correctly. How do I fix it? How do I stabilise your presence?’ Kylo demanded.

The look Maul gave him carried an edge of disdain. ‘With dark emotions,’ he said, as if the answer were obvious. ‘Where all power comes from.’

Kylo flushed. ‘Yes. I see that now. What do I do?’

‘I need a way to focus the useful emotions. I have been without a form too long and it is difficult to remember how.’

Kylo thought for a moment. ‘When I need to focus my hate and rage I have, well, I have someone who helps me with that. It’s a deal, we have.’

Maul nodded reluctantly. ‘I know of such things. Rage, pain and hate will help sustain me.’ He seemed unenthusiastic about the prospect.

Kylo retrieved his comm and sent a message to Hux. They’d had an… arrangement for some time now. Their mutual antagonism carried over into the bedroom and Kylo really did find it a useful way to strengthen his connection to the dark side. It also wasn’t entirely unpleasant for its own sake either. He assumed it was the same for Hux, considering the way he continued to show up.

Come to my rooms. I need to connect with the dark side. Be prepared for violence, he sent to Hux.

It didn’t take long to get a reply. It’s the middle of the night-shift!

You’re clearly not asleep, Kylo sent.

There was a longer pause this time. I’ll be there. Make sure you’re prepared for violence.

Kylo smiled to himself and sent a final message telling Hux to hurry. Then he put away his comm and looked back up. Maul was standing with his arms crossed. He may as well have been carved from stone for all his lack of movement.

‘What was Darth Sidious like?’ Kylo asked.

‘Strong, cruel, secretive.’ Maul shrugged. ‘He trained me to kill and he taught me to be strong in the dark side.’ Maul tilted his head to one side, scrutinising Kylo. ‘You are not Sith.’

Kylo draw himself up slightly. ‘No. I am the master of the Knights of Ren.’

Maul stared at him. ‘I do not know of these Knights.’

Kylo opened his mouth to explain, but then sensed Hux’s arrival at his door. He went over to disengage the security measures and let him in.

Hux was wearing his usual sneer and he walked in as if he was the one with the familiar-territory advantage. He stopped dead when he saw Maul, though. ‘What the kriff is this, Ren?’ he demanded.

Maul was studying Hux in turn. ‘He is not Force-sensitive,’ he pointed out.

Kylo looked between the two of them. ‘This is Darth Maul, former apprentice to the Emperor himself. The short version is that he needs dark emotions to keep him on this plane of existence.’

Hux gave Kylo an unimpressed look. ‘You didn’t think this was something worth mentioning in your message? You and I fuck, supposedly as part of your dark side mysticism, and now you want to include some sort of Force-ghoul?’

Maul took a step forward. ‘If he is not Force-sensitive, does that mean you hurt him?’ he asked Kylo. He seemed pleased by the idea.

Before Kylo could answer, Hux stepped into Maul’s personal space and glared at him. ‘I don’t know what Ren’s told you, but it’s going to take some convincing to get me to bed a sub-human, the Emperor’s apprentice or not.’

Maul gave a smile that bared his teeth. It was the first real expression Kylo had seen him wear. ‘I can see how you’d be useful. I can feel my hate focusing already, Force-null or not.’

Kylo stepped between them. ‘Maul has historical and dark side knowledge that could be useful to the First Order and to the Supreme Leader himself. Besides, general,’ here Kylo turned to face Hux fully, ‘your argument would be a lot more convincing if I couldn’t feel your arousal.’

Hux glowered. ‘It’s the nature of the transgressive to be exciting.’

Maul stared back impassively. ‘I will be of no use, if I fade,’ he said.

Hux muttered something unflattering under his breath. ‘What exactly needs to be done here?’

‘I need rage, hate, pain and fear. Mine. Yours. It doesn’t matter,’ Maul replied.

‘I’d be happy to work you over,’ Hux said, sneering at Maul.

Maul’s smile broadened. ‘You could try, Force-null.’

Kylo stepped between them. ‘We’re wasting time,’ he snapped. He needed to hurry this along, so he grabbed Hux around the back of the neck and sank his teeth into his lip. It probably would have been better to start on Maul, but while Kylo would never admit it out loud, he was a little intimidated by the Sith lord. Hux responded exactly as predicted and grabbed a handful of Kylo’s hair to yank him back. ‘Don’t even think of splitting my lip, Ren,’ he hissed. Kylo glanced over Hux’s shoulder. Maul was staring at the two of them with undisguised interest.

‘Come here,’ Kylo said, gesturing.

Maul stalked forward until he was pressed against Hux’s back. Hux scowled at Kylo for a moment before twisting around to face Maul. ‘You had better be a lot of use to the Supreme Leader,’ he said before tugging Maul forward by the front of his robes and kissing him. Maul froze for a moment before grabbing Hux around the waist and kissing back. Kylo couldn’t help note the way he kept his pointed teeth out of the kiss. Perhaps he’d taken Hux’s complaint to heart. Kylo felt it when Hux gasped.

‘Do you have kriffing claws under those gloves?’ Hux demanded.

‘Yes,’ Maul replied simply. ‘Do you like them? Or perhaps humans are too fragile.’

Hux gave a derisive laugh. ‘You’re not exactly subtle.’ He grabbed one of Maul’s wrists and raised it to his face. Then he seized the tip of one of Maul’s gloves between his teeth and pulled it off. Kylo’s breath caught at the sight and he reflexively slid his hands over Hux’s shoulders. He also didn’t miss the way Maul’s gaze had fixed on Hux’s action.

Hux let the glove drop to the ground. ‘If we’re going to do this, we should all strip down. The two of you obviously come from the same school of thought regarding elaborate robes with too many layers.’

Maul nodded thoughtfully. ‘Contact with bare flesh will help in the channelling.’ He looked back to Hux. ‘I look forward to feeding off your dark emotions. It’s not like you have a use for them.’ He stepped back, just far enough to give himself room to undress. Kylo followed his lead and started removing the layers of his own robes. He watched both of them out of the corner of his eye. Their bodies contrasted as starkly as their faces.

Maul’s proportions were heavy compared to a human’s build, but the lines of lean muscle that corded his frame spoke of a body suited to agile combat manoeuvres. Kylo itched to know what lightsaber forms Maul favoured and how he integrated the Force into his fighting-style.

Conversely, Hux carried all the signs of the First Order’s basic training, but nothing that would have been built through battle. Kylo would be surprised if the man had ever seen combat. The complete lack of scarring filled Kylo with an angry sort of disdain. It would be useful tonight.

Kylo set aside the last of his garments. Maul was completely unselfconscious about his nudity, but Kylo recognised Hux’s folded arms as a vaguely defensive gesture. He smiled.

‘So what exactly is your plan, Ren?’ Hux asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Kylo hadn’t actually though that far ahead, not that he was going to let Hux know that. ‘We’re rough when we fuck and there’s enough antagonism between us for me to use. I assume it will be the same with someone else.’

Hux pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘That’s the extent of your planning? Well done, I’m certainly feeling antagonistic right now.’

Maul snorted in amusement and grabbed Hux around the waist again. His nails dug into the pale flesh. Hux hissed. ‘You are. I like the feel of it,’ Maul said.

Hux gripped Maul’s wrists. ‘Get your claws out of my sides, you animal.’

Maul flicked a look at Kylo, who shrugged. Maul relaxed his grip, but didn’t let go entirely.

Kylo gestured toward his bed. ‘We’re wasting time.’

Maul nodded and stalked over to sit near the end of the mattress. Hux eyed the bed. ‘Do you think the three of us will even fit?’

Kylo snorted and moved behind Hux. He put his hands on Hux’s shoulders to steer him toward the bed. ‘If it can fit the both of us, one more probably won’t make much of a difference.’

Hux shrugged off Kylo’s hands and walked around to the far side of where Maul was sitting. He knelt on top of the covers and reached out with one hand. Maul turned to face Hux and seized his wrist with impossibly fast reflexes. They glared at each other over the top of their hands. Then Maul reached out with his free hand and ran his nails down Hux’s chest.

There was a level of fascination in his expression as he followed the line of hair down Hux’s torso. Kylo noted the way Maul’s fingers twined through Hux’s pubic hair. Hux rolled his eyes. ‘Yes, such an exotic colour, it does indeed match my hair, and I assure you that I’ve heard all the comments before.’

Maul glanced up from where he’d been staring at Hux’s crotch. ‘Colour? No, hair itself is…different. Novel.’

Hux snorted. ‘Have you seen Ren’s ridiculous mop? Surely that would be more interesting to you.’

Maul’s gaze flicked between Hux and Kylo. ‘Perhaps.’

Kylo could sense his wariness. It was understandable. Being a Sith without reliable access to the power of the Force, while in the presence of another dark-side user, would lead to a lot of uncertainty. He resisted the impulse to let Maul casually know that he was free to play with his hair, if he wanted. Instead he walked over and sat at the head of the bed, behind Hux.

Maul watched Kylo’s movements closely and released Hux’s wrist. Kylo wrapped an arm around Hux and leaned back against the wall until they were sitting plastered together, chest to back. The durasteel wasn’t too cold against his skin in his temperature-controlled room. For once Hux didn’t protest about being manhandled. His attention was focused on Maul, who was now leaning forward to bite at Hux’s thigh.

Hux hissed at the sensation. ‘If you think I’m letting you anywhere near my cock with those teeth—’ he began.

Maul’s nails bit into Hux’s thighs, keeping him spread and steady. He grazed his teeth over a tendon and licked at Hux’s half-hard cock. He pulled back enough to speak again. ‘You’re not going to stop me,’ he said, ‘and I could use your fear.’

‘It’s not fear, it’s a healthy sense of—ah!’ Hux hand’s grabbed reflexively at Maul’s head, but the lack of hair made it hard for him to get a grip. Kylo snorted at the frisson of fear he felt from the general. It soon mellowed into something warmer as Maul started sucking him.

‘You’re actually good at that,’ Hux said, an edge of condescension colouring his tone. Kylo felt a spike of rage and the ghost of old pain through the Force. Maul pulled back again to flick his gaze up to Hux.

‘It was necessary,’ was all he said on the matter before returning his attention to Hux’s cock.

‘You have a gift for getting under a person’s skin,’ Kylo remarked to Hux.

Hux hummed mock-thoughtfully. ‘It even seems to extend to beast-people.’ Maul growled around his mouthful and his nails dug into Hux’s thighs. Hux gasped and arched slightly into the sensation. ‘You’re hardly disproving my point,’ he panted.

Kylo swept his palm over Hux’s chest. ‘I can feel the strength of his rage and hate for you. You should be careful, general.’

‘I’m only doing what’s necessary.’

‘So will he. And we can both feel how much you’re enjoying this.’

Hux’s response was lost in a long moan. His hips bucked up and Kylo felt a deep gratification flaring through the Force. He leaned down for a kiss, swallowing Hux’s sharp cry of pleasure.

Maul sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand while Hux panted. Kylo couldn’t help the way his gaze roved over Maul’s body and his obvious arousal.

‘I could help you with that,’ Kylo said, gesturing. ‘If you’d like.’

Maul watched him with unreadable golden eyes. The wariness was back and rolling uneasily through the Force. ‘Perhaps. I would like to use the Force-null, though. It would be good to stop him speaking.’

Kylo barked a laugh while Hux glared at Maul. ‘You’re not making a good case for it,’ Hux sneered.

Maul slid a hand around the back of Hux’s neck, so that the backs of his knuckles grazed Kylo’s collarbone. His nails teased at Hux’s hairline. ‘Will you stop me?’ he asked.

Hux muttered something unsavoury under his breath, but bent down when Maul tugged at him. Kylo had to move to one side to accommodate Hux’s change of position. It gave him an excellent view of Hux’s pale lips stretching around the head of Maul’s cock. Hux used one hand to steady himself against Maul’s thigh and wrapped the other one around his shaft.

Maul gave a choked-off sound and his hands came up to grip Hux’s hair. He seemed more concerned with playing with the strands than directing Hux’s movements, though. Kylo shivered as he imagined what it would feel like to have those sharp nails skimming over his scalp.

‘Can I touch you?’ he asked Maul.

Maul gave him an assessing look through narrowed eyes. ‘You can,’ he replied.

Kylo smiled and stood up to move around the bed, until he was behind Maul’s back. Hux may have had a point about the logistics, because he ended up kneeling on the very edge of the mattress and had to lean forward to maintain his balance. It was worth it though. He smoothed his palms over the plane of Maul’s shoulders before skating his fingertips down expanse of warm red-and-black skin. Maul gave a low hiss and Kylo bit him at the juncture of neck and shoulder.

Maul froze at the feel of Kylo’s teeth, but then jerked his head sharply to the side, displaying the long line of his neck. Kylo took the invitation and alternated between biting at Maul’s skin and soothing the marks with his tongue. He also repositioned his head so that his hair brushed against Maul’s other shoulder.

Maul arched against the sensation and couldn’t quite disguise the catch in his breath. ‘It. You’re not. There is not much pain,’ Maul said levelly.

Kylo dug his fingers into Maul’s waist. ‘Sorry. Do you need more?’ he asked.

‘No. The fear is enough,’ here Maul tugged on Hux’s hair, ‘and the hate. ’ He hesitated for a moment, but then his eyes slid closed. ‘This is… enjoyable.’

Hux made a derisive noise around Maul’s cock, but Kylo’s mouth went dry. He swallowed. ‘Good, that’s good,’ Kylo said. ‘If it’s enough, I mean.’

Maul gave a low groan in agreement. His hand was definitely stroking over Hux’s head now. The movement seemed surprisingly gentle. ‘Not bad, for a Force-null.’

Kylo laughed softly and continued tracing the paths of Maul’s tattoos with his hands and lips. Maul gave another soft sound of satisfaction. His free hand came up to tangle in Kylo’s hair to hold him in place. Kylo ran one hand over Maul’s head, running the tips of his fingers over a horn. He’d been curious about them since Maul’s manifestation. They felt hard, but the tips were blunter than he’d have guessed. Maul made a low rumbling sound when Kylo thumbed a horn and his hips bucked up against Hux’s mouth. Hux maintained focus right up until Maul’s back arched again as his pleasure crested.

Hux pulled back with an indignant noise. His hand still worked over Maul’s cock, but he spat violently to one side. ‘A warning would have been nice!’

Maul blinked at him. Then he grinned sharply, baring his teeth. ‘A problem for the Force-null.’

Hux glared at him. Kylo could feel the anger running through the Force. Maul probably could too, considering the contented sigh he gave. He moved up the bed, possibly to get closer to the source of rage, or perhaps to give Kylo enough space to actually sit on the bed.

‘Now that you two are done…’ Kylo trailed off, giving Hux a meaningful look. Maul turned around and immediately moved forward, but Hux flung an arm out across his chest to hold him back. Maul glared at him and growled in the back of his throat. Hux ignored him.

‘Actually, Ren, I think you should pleasure yourself,’ Hux said.

‘What?’ Kylo exclaimed.

‘I’d like to watch, and I assume your… guest would appreciate it too.’

Kylo’s heart rate sped up at Hux’s sardonic expression and his cruel smile. ‘You can’t make me do anything,’ Kylo said.

Hux raised an eyebrow. ‘Can’t I?’ he asked softly.

Something about Hux’s self-assured malice made his blood run hot. The weight of both Hux and Maul’s impassive gazes wasn’t helping either. Kylo snarled, but after a moment he palmed his cock. Pushing at Hux wouldn’t get him off as quickly as playing along, and the wait had already tested the edges of his patience. Kylo’s eyes wanted to slide shut as he began touching himself in earnest, but he wasn’t going to break eye contact with Hux first.

‘You look good like this, Ren,’ Hux murmured.

Kylo bit back a groan and quickened his pace. Maul was looking between the two of them with a bemused expression. His gaze finally settled on Kylo. ‘You are angry. Let me use it?’

Kylo nodded jerkily, not trusting his voice. Maul leaned over and tentatively placed a hand on Kylo’s thigh. His nails dug in, just slightly, and Kylo doubted it was a conscious action. Maul’s breathing had evened out into something approaching a meditative state and Kylo could feel him drawing on his frustration and his anger at Hux. It was an odd sensation, not quite invasive, but certainly noticeable.

Maul’s gaze slid over to Hux. ‘You too,’ he said.

Hux sneered again, but didn’t voice a refusal. Maul placed his other hand on Hux’s thigh. This time when he dug in, Kylo was sure it was intentional. Going by Hux’s glare, he was probably thinking the same thing. Maul closed his eyes and he groaned low in his throat. The sound was practically a rumble and Kylo’s grip on himself tightened.

Maul’s hand was hot on his thigh. Hux’s expression was caught between indignation and that deep hunger he exuded whenever they were in bed like this. Kylo could feel the pleasure building and his throat worked as he swallowed the sounds he desperately wanted to make. He wouldn’t give Hux the satisfaction.

‘Give it up, Ren,’ Hux purred. ‘I want to see that moment where you fall apart.’

Kylo tried to growl in response to that, by the sound came out higher and much less threatening. The low laugh Hux gave in response sent a shiver through him and the heat and pleasure building inside him peaked. His body tensed and he spilled over his hand, uttering a low shout.

Maul’s grip had tightened against his thigh. It was grounding. Kylo blinked and wiped his hand on the covers, smirking slightly at Hux’s grimace. His breathing started to even out and he felt the beginnings of lassitude coil through his limbs. Maul was watching him with some indefinable look in his eyes. ‘Are you well?’ he asked.

Kylo smiled lazily. ‘Yes, very well. You?’

‘I think so.’ Maul stood and drew on a few of his garments. Then, with a flick of his fingers, he summoned his saberstaff and clipped it to his belt. He flexed his hand and nodded to himself. Kylo felt a shift in the dark side as Maul drew on the Force, testing the boundaries of his renewed power.

In one fluid movement, Maul turned back to Kylo and clenched his fist. A band of pure Force-energy tightened around Kylo’s throat. His eyes widened in surprise, even as his hands rose futilely to his throat. Maul dragged him bodily off his bed and slammed him against a wall, still using the Force. The pressure around Kylo’s throat never faltered.

Kylo panicked and started clawing at his neck. He knew the only way to break the hold was by drawing on the Force, but even with terror twisting through his body, he couldn’t seem to reach the wellspring of his power. Maul watched impassively as he struggled for breath and his blood pounded in his ears. Kylo should have been able to break a hold. Breaking was easier than creating with the dark side. Just how strong was Darth Maul?

Even caught in the midst of fear and pain, he registered Hux swearing and grabbing for his blaster. Maul didn’t even break eye contact as he froze Hux with a contemptuous gesture. Kylo’s vision started to darken around the edges and he would have screamed if he’d had the air. He was going to die like this, at the will of a Sith lord.

Then at the last moment, before he could lose consciousness, Maul released him. No longer supported by the Force, Kylo fell to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. His breaths came like sobs as he rose to his hands and knees. He stared up at Maul with a mix of terror and fury. Maul looked down at him dispassionately. ‘Now we know who is stronger,’ he said. ‘You may ask your questions, my apprentice.’

Niiiiiiice. Very nice. I'd love to see what they'd get up to in the future (such an interesting situation!) but as it is, it's already pretty damn perfect.

“I don’t care. I don’t care how long you’re gone. I don’t care if you wake up dripping with so much precome that your underwear is ruined. I don’t care if you’re a hairsbreadth from coming without being touched. You are not to come. You are to sit on your hands and stare at your fat, wet, swollen cock and think of the Empire until it wilts.”

Shiiiiit that's mean and brilliant and beautiful. And oh Ren at the end, so amazed that he can stay and do it all again before he leaves in the morning, while Hux uses him to cover the wet spot lmao. I love this so much I can't handle it.

OH WHAT! I wish I had checked back sooner because that was an incredible fill, anon!

Well, if this isn’t some fucked up version of Romeo and Juliet
<3<3<3

I know you were worried about it being too angsty or off-prompt, but nah mate, nah. This was great. That transformation was appropriately disorienting and SCARY! That old lady was a straight up WITCH, the peril was REAL. And worried Jessika being sad on tv but calling him an asshole in person is CORRECT. And Finn as Captain Save-A-Poe is my LIFE! And fuckin Poe flirting while bleeding out is just THE BEST!

And that last line was A+++

That sounds hot. Totally vote for DP, I don't see a lot of it in the fandom.

OP here and wow what an amazing fill. If any couple could turn mpreg into a weapon to crush their enemies it would be Hux and Kylo! Thanks so much anon :)

So so good what a good fill *purr* Perfect mix of smut and shame and grudging desire

Wow what an amazing story! The Leia POV was absolutely heartbreaking, how bittersweet it is how much she has lost (her faded soul mark! that killed me) and now this chance to make Finn part of her family, but this is not how it should have happened.

And then you went and broke my heart again with Finn's wish for the mark to be Poe and/or Rey. I want this so badly for him, because he deserves someone good and kind. He deserves all the good things, and I'm already in pain knowing how much pain the truth will bring him. To know he's free now, but the soul mark is still tying him to his old life... I just... Oh Finn. Let me hug you.

THIS. WAS. AMAZING.

Just fucking bury me in all the scorching hot contempt, jfc. Kylo's angry jerking off, Hux goading him, and Maul charging himself off their bitter rivalry, what the FUCK that's everything I didn't know I needed. Shit, why did I even read this, now I have a crack magical hate sex rare OT3!

Aww, thanks.
I'm considering this complete for now but I'll probably write a sequel a bit later. Thank you for prompting something so interesting!

** Day 5 - Add On **

The chief medical officer walked Hux over the brain scans.

“You are sure there are no tampering, no anomalies of any kind?” Hux asked.

“I am afraid so. If there were, they are beyond what the modern science of us mortal men could detect. Seeing how our Force user could not sense anything amiss either, I think, as much as it pains me to say this to you, Hux, that it is perhaps, perhaps time for you to face reality, General.”

Hux looked at the scans again and shook his head, “We will continue to keep the subject under close observation for now. Parsing the intricacies of the human mind was never Nama Ren’s forte. They could have easily missed something.”

Poe knows it's bad. He's seen other people with this kind of injury before [knife wound to the chest, nasty] and he's seen them die from it, so he knows his chances aren't good. Especially when he can taste blood in the cracks of his teeth and his extremities are like ice.

It hurts worse knowing that he's panicking Finn before he leaves him.

Finn, Finn, fantastic Finn. He's a ray of sunshine at the worst of times, his best friend, the one that takes care of him when he comes back from missions so exhausting he practically has to hold his eyelids open with matchsticks, he's amazing.

And he's currently panicking. He's pressing his balled-up t-shirt to the wound [the pain flares brightly behind his eyelids, makes his limbs tremble] and telling Poe that it's going to be okay. He's called the medics, they're going to be here in 15 minutes tops.

Poe doesn't quite know how to explain that he'll have bled out by then.

He heaves his arm from the ground [it feels like lead] and lays his hand atop Finn's on his chest.

"Buddy." he says. His throat feels like sandpaper and he doesn't know how to follow it up, not properly. "Thank you."

"It's fine, you're gonna be okay- Poe? You're going to be fine." Finn says, all rapid-fire panic.

He curls his fingers around Finn's tacky ones best he can.

Then he shakes his head.

"Not this time."

"Shut up."

"Finn-"

"Shut up! That's not true. Come on, you can't- you can't die. You're not going to. You've too many responsibilities. Who'd look after BB-8?"

"You'll manage."

Finn makes a shrill, desperate sound.

"I'm only just learning how to live like a normal person, I don't need a smart-ass droid to look after. Besides, what if he shocks me again?"

Poe laughs weakly, can't help it. Of course this is what they talk about when Poe is minutes from the grave. You bicker like an old, married couple Jessika had said once, knowingly.

It's a sobering thought. Becuase-

If not now, he's never going to tell Finn there are maybe [definitely] some [a lot of] feelings involved on his side. And he knows Finn doesn't feel the same, he knows, okay? Finn is only just finding his feet and doesn't need Poe tailing him like a lovesick pup. But even so, it'd be nice to get it off his chest before-

Before he goes.

Better late than never, he supposes.

"Need to tell you something." he grits out, teeth chattering. He's freezing. Finn automatically tries to better cover him with his coat, and something that isn't the big 'ol wound in his chest flutters stubbornly.

"Sure, of course, gotta keep you talking, that's what they said- not that I don't want to hear what you're saying! Of course I do! You just - gotta keep talking, so uh. Shoot."

"Love you." he whispers, and he means to say it properly, but it's like this is all the energy he has left. "I've - feelings. For you, I tried to not have them but- I love you."

And Finn just stares at him, frozen. Same steady pressure on his chest, not letting up, not recoiling. Just staring.

Poe wants to curl up into himself and disappear on the spot, but that takes energy, and anyway, he figures - he's going to be disappearing pretty soon anyway. No need to hurry that along.

He tries squeezing Finn's fingers, but unfortunately his body decides that would be a great time to cough. Pain flares bad enough he whimpers. He feels blood wet his chin.

"Finn-" he says, scared now. Desperate. He can hear the rush of the medics coming towards them, finally, even though he knows it won't be enough.

"Finn-"

He's being moved. Someone is shining a pen-torch in his eyes. Finn's hand is jostled from his and the panic really sets in now, gripping him with claws even as his eyelids grow heavy.

Then everything drops into darkness.

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