It had been a long tiring day and Kylo wanted a shower, meditation, and sleep.
He left his refresher to find Hux pacing his rooms. “Is there something I can do for you?” Kylo said dryly, secretly hoping for some frenzied kisses, but that seemed unlikely when he got a good look at Hux’s face.
“You insulted my training program! Ridiculed it!”
“All I said was a child ran a blockade like the one in scenario 7 with little problem. I’m sorry if that …” Kylo moved in close for kiss of apology.
Hux shoved Kylo away hard, “I looked like a fool.”
“No one thinks that.” Kylo reached out to caress Hux’s face and had his hand slapped away. “Why are you here?”
Hux frowned, then gave Kylo an appraising look, “Not sure myself…” He reached out and hooked a finger in the waistband of Kylo’s loose sleep pants, tugging the other man closer.
Kylo was not sure he was ready for more than kissing and touching. Then Hux pulled him into a deep kiss their bodies pressed together, Hux feeling that Kylo was half hard.
Hux removed his jacket and tossed it to a chair, the action disguising his opening his pants. Then he tugged on Kylo’s sleep pants. Kylo put a restraining hand on Hux’s but found himself shoved down on to the bed. He opened his mouth to protest but Hux straddled his shoulders, pushing his cock against Kylo’s lips.
“Oh c’mon, we were headed this way.” Hux cajoled when Kylo resisted. “I want to see your pretty lips on my cock, not too much to ask?” He gave a push and Kylo let him in.
The position was awkward for both and Kylo had never done this before. He was gratified when Hux pulled out but scowled at the firmer than friendly slap to the cheek.
Kylo was too busy processing that to realize Hux was on the move. When Hux tried to spread Kylo’s legs Kylo tried to resist until Hux grabbed Kylo’s cock in an almost too tight grip.
Hux pushed Kylo’s legs apart and placed his cock at his asshole. Before Kylo could protest, Hux pushed in.
Kylo howled from the pain, the burning sudden stretch. He found himself paralyzed by the pain.
Hux used his grip on Kylo’s cock to restrain the man, but he was primarily enjoying the tightness of a virgin hole and Kylo’s pained cries were simply background noise.
It felt like forever, but was only a few minutes before Hux came, flooding Kylo who let out a few pain filled whimpers as Hux pulled out.
Kylo lay in shock and pain on the bed feeling repulsion at his state. As he lay panting, Hux leaned over and kissed the corner of Kylo’s mouth. “You were great, can’t wait until next time.” Hux tidied himself up then let himself out of Kylo’s room.
Kylo lay on his bed, pants around his ankles, wondering how weak he had to be to allow this to happen. He turned on his side, curled up into a fetal position and began shaking with silent sobs.
*
Kylo Ren was in a foul mood for days. Hux took every opportunity to touch him or make obscene suggestions about what they could do behind closed doors. Kylo did his best to ignore the suggestions and did his best to stay out of touching range. He was glad for the helmet that hid his tears of frustration.
*
Hux was waiting for him when he returned to his quarters, “Is there something I can do for you, General?”
Hux was lounging on Kylo’s bed. “You could take everything off, bend over and let me fuck you.”
Kylo snarled softly behind the mask, “Or you could go to your quarters and fuck yourself.”
Hux tsk-tsked Kylo as he slid to his feet. He walked closer to Kylo, backing the man into the wall. He reached up and ran his hands over Kylo’s chest, “But you make the prettiest noises when you have my cock inside of you.”
Kylo gasped and shoved Hux away when he felt something pierce his skin. Kylo staggered, using the wall for support, then slumped to the ground, hearing the clink of something metal hit his wastebasket.
Hux knelt and removed he mask, then proceeded to strip an unresisting Kylo. He hauled the limp man over to his bed and flopped him on it, face first. Kylo heard Hux open his pants and he tried to crawl away but couldn’t do more than flop his limbs about in frustration.
Kylo let out a long moan of pain as Hux slid inside of him, Hux moaning in pleasure. “Oh still so tight, we are going to have such good times together.”
“No, please stop.” Kylo cried out as he unsuccessfully tried to not cry but could not stop the tears. He gave a disgusted grunt as Hux came inside of him.
Hux spent the rest of the evening in bed with Kylo. He would rest, then reposition Kylo, and force himself on the man who could not fight back, kissing him, telling him he was pretty, that he looked beautiful with his cock inside him.
Eventually Hux got dressed and left, Kylo sprawled on the bed, a sloppy puddle of limbs. He wept into his messed up bed linens.
*
“And try not to let your lover take such a great advantage of you.” Snoke said before his hologram faded away.
Kylo took a few extra seconds in the audience chamber, then got up and left the chamber.
*
“BEN!”
He froze hearing his father’s voice bellow out over the chamber. Snoke’s voice in the back of his mind, ”Show me you are no weakling! Strike him down and free yourself from him!” He turned and said, “I've been waiting for this day for a long time.”
“Take off that mask. You don't need it.”
“What do you think you'll see if I do?”
“The face of my son.” Han studied the now filled out face of his son but was hurt to see the pain in his eyes.
“Your son is gone. He was weak and foolish, like his father. So I destroyed him.”
“That's what Snoke wants you to believe but it's not true. My son is alive.”
“No. The Supreme Leader is wise.”
“Snoke is using you for your power. When he gets what he wants, he'll crush you, you know it's true.” Kylo knew his father was speaking from his heart, a heart that Chewbacca once described as soft like fire.
Thinking of all he had done and all that had been done to him Kylo shook his head. “It's too late.”
“No it's not. Leave here with me. Come home. We miss you.”
Feeling traitorous tears welling in his eyes, Kylo said, “I'm being torn apart. I want to be free of this pain.” He looked up as his father moved closer, “I know what I have to do, but I don't know if I have the strength to do it. Will you help me?”
“Yes. Anything.”
Kylo unholstered his lightsaber. As he had that morning, he contemplated turning it on himself, but then he saw his father’s gentle eyes looking at him.
”What are you doing?!”
He flung the lightsaber out over the edge of the catwalk. He turned back to his father who pulled him into an embrace. They pulled apart and Ben tilted his head toward the exit. “Go.” He told his father, then made a gesture with his hand knocking over all the storm troopers in the chamber.
Ben ignored Snoke as he followed his father out of the chamber, the explosion barely ruffling them.
*
Leia sat and listened to what her son was telling her. She knew there was something else and when he had rambled to a stop she nodded. “I’d like to talk to my son alone.”
“It might be a trap.” Said the intelligence officer.
Han scowled at the officer, and Ben said, “He’s good, appropriate levels of paranoia, universal suspicion.”
Leia shot her son a look, then repeated her request for the room to be cleared. They were finally alone and Leia tapped out a sequence to darken the listening devices. She turned around and took the binders from Ben, setting them on the table then taking his hands in hers.
“Ben.”
He wanted to resist, to refuse to tell his parents what had happened, but his mother’s gentleness was undoing him.
“To starboard.” Han said pulling up a chair, “Not getting on the floor. Not anymore.” He reached out and took Ben’s hand.
His parent’s combined gentleness undid him. The story of what Hux did to him poured out, the comments Snoke made worsening the situation. Rey’s decency of not mentioning it, even though what she did point out was a bit rattling.
At the end of his tale he kept his face buried in his mother’s lap. He was waiting for her to shove him away in disgust.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“No, sweetheart, it’s my turn.”
Ben listened to his parents bicker and strangely it made his heart swell with joy that they loved him so much to be this vicious. “Why don’t you just cloth, blade, stone?”
Leia frowned, then smiled. “I’m glad you can be frivolous about things.” She continued the soft fingering of his hair and Han had never let go of his hand.
“Not totally frivolous. Cloth, blade, stone is suitable method of conflict resolution.”
*
Rey approached Ben and indicated the spot next to him. “May I?”
He nodded and she sat down close but a respectful distance. “What’s that?”
He knew that hadn’t been why she sat down but he answered her, “Fried fruit pastry. My mother acquired a taste for them years ago.” He picked up one with a napkin and offered it to her.
She took it, “Thank you.” And he watched her consume it.
He finally asked, “So when do you leave for Master Luke’s hideaway?”
“I want you to come with us.”
“I’m not going, I might lead Snoke right to him. I can’t do that.”
“You need his help as much as I do.” She looked longingly at the last pastry on the plate in his hands.
There was a connection between them, he had felt it since the first time he had touched her mind. It sang in the Force but it was her longing look more than that connection that made Ben hand over the plate with the pastry.
“He doesn’t want to see me.” He barely noticed when she licked the plate.
“But you need each other. I don’t know how I know that, but I do.”
“And that confuses and frightens you, the Force showing you things.”
“You’re reluctant to leave the First Order to your mother.”
“Just a little bit. Do I have at least an hour to think about it?” She nodded and he got to his feet and offered his hand to help her up. “Because I think the next batch of pastry should be almost ready.”
*
Hux had just finished demanding the surrender of the resistance forces with emphasis on turning over Kylo Ren for his treason.
“No and no.” Leia said, stone-faced.
“Now let’s be reasonable.”
“I like being unreasonable.” Leia said, “But there is something you can do, withdraw your forces from the Thoth system.”
“Or?”
“You can choke to death.”
“And how do – “ Hux began but broke off as he began to choke. He clutched at his throat and glared at the image of Leia in front of him, “How?” he rasped out.
FILL Re: Kylo is assaulted by Hux and blames himself- this shouldn't happen to a Dark Jedi (Non Con)
He left his refresher to find Hux pacing his rooms. “Is there something I can do for you?” Kylo said dryly, secretly hoping for some frenzied kisses, but that seemed unlikely when he got a good look at Hux’s face.
“You insulted my training program! Ridiculed it!”
“All I said was a child ran a blockade like the one in scenario 7 with little problem. I’m sorry if that …” Kylo moved in close for kiss of apology.
Hux shoved Kylo away hard, “I looked like a fool.”
“No one thinks that.” Kylo reached out to caress Hux’s face and had his hand slapped away. “Why are you here?”
Hux frowned, then gave Kylo an appraising look, “Not sure myself…” He reached out and hooked a finger in the waistband of Kylo’s loose sleep pants, tugging the other man closer.
Kylo was not sure he was ready for more than kissing and touching. Then Hux pulled him into a deep kiss their bodies pressed together, Hux feeling that Kylo was half hard.
Hux removed his jacket and tossed it to a chair, the action disguising his opening his pants. Then he tugged on Kylo’s sleep pants. Kylo put a restraining hand on Hux’s but found himself shoved down on to the bed. He opened his mouth to protest but Hux straddled his shoulders, pushing his cock against Kylo’s lips.
“Oh c’mon, we were headed this way.” Hux cajoled when Kylo resisted. “I want to see your pretty lips on my cock, not too much to ask?” He gave a push and Kylo let him in.
The position was awkward for both and Kylo had never done this before. He was gratified when Hux pulled out but scowled at the firmer than friendly slap to the cheek.
Kylo was too busy processing that to realize Hux was on the move. When Hux tried to spread Kylo’s legs Kylo tried to resist until Hux grabbed Kylo’s cock in an almost too tight grip.
Hux pushed Kylo’s legs apart and placed his cock at his asshole. Before Kylo could protest, Hux pushed in.
Kylo howled from the pain, the burning sudden stretch. He found himself paralyzed by the pain.
Hux used his grip on Kylo’s cock to restrain the man, but he was primarily enjoying the tightness of a virgin hole and Kylo’s pained cries were simply background noise.
It felt like forever, but was only a few minutes before Hux came, flooding Kylo who let out a few pain filled whimpers as Hux pulled out.
Kylo lay in shock and pain on the bed feeling repulsion at his state. As he lay panting, Hux leaned over and kissed the corner of Kylo’s mouth. “You were great, can’t wait until next time.” Hux tidied himself up then let himself out of Kylo’s room.
Kylo lay on his bed, pants around his ankles, wondering how weak he had to be to allow this to happen. He turned on his side, curled up into a fetal position and began shaking with silent sobs.
*
Kylo Ren was in a foul mood for days. Hux took every opportunity to touch him or make obscene suggestions about what they could do behind closed doors. Kylo did his best to ignore the suggestions and did his best to stay out of touching range. He was glad for the helmet that hid his tears of frustration.
*
Hux was waiting for him when he returned to his quarters, “Is there something I can do for you, General?”
Hux was lounging on Kylo’s bed. “You could take everything off, bend over and let me fuck you.”
Kylo snarled softly behind the mask, “Or you could go to your quarters and fuck yourself.”
Hux tsk-tsked Kylo as he slid to his feet. He walked closer to Kylo, backing the man into the wall. He reached up and ran his hands over Kylo’s chest, “But you make the prettiest noises when you have my cock inside of you.”
Kylo gasped and shoved Hux away when he felt something pierce his skin. Kylo staggered, using the wall for support, then slumped to the ground, hearing the clink of something metal hit his wastebasket.
Hux knelt and removed he mask, then proceeded to strip an unresisting Kylo. He hauled the limp man over to his bed and flopped him on it, face first. Kylo heard Hux open his pants and he tried to crawl away but couldn’t do more than flop his limbs about in frustration.
Kylo let out a long moan of pain as Hux slid inside of him, Hux moaning in pleasure. “Oh still so tight, we are going to have such good times together.”
“No, please stop.” Kylo cried out as he unsuccessfully tried to not cry but could not stop the tears. He gave a disgusted grunt as Hux came inside of him.
Hux spent the rest of the evening in bed with Kylo. He would rest, then reposition Kylo, and force himself on the man who could not fight back, kissing him, telling him he was pretty, that he looked beautiful with his cock inside him.
Eventually Hux got dressed and left, Kylo sprawled on the bed, a sloppy puddle of limbs. He wept into his messed up bed linens.
*
“And try not to let your lover take such a great advantage of you.” Snoke said before his hologram faded away.
Kylo took a few extra seconds in the audience chamber, then got up and left the chamber.
*
“BEN!”
He froze hearing his father’s voice bellow out over the chamber. Snoke’s voice in the back of his mind, ”Show me you are no weakling! Strike him down and free yourself from him!” He turned and said, “I've been waiting for this day for a long time.”
“Take off that mask. You don't need it.”
“What do you think you'll see if I do?”
“The face of my son.” Han studied the now filled out face of his son but was hurt to see the pain in his eyes.
“Your son is gone. He was weak and foolish, like his father. So I destroyed him.”
“That's what Snoke wants you to believe but it's not true. My son is alive.”
“No. The Supreme Leader is wise.”
“Snoke is using you for your power. When he gets what he wants, he'll crush you, you know it's true.” Kylo knew his father was speaking from his heart, a heart that Chewbacca once described as soft like fire.
Thinking of all he had done and all that had been done to him Kylo shook his head. “It's too late.”
“No it's not. Leave here with me. Come home. We miss you.”
Feeling traitorous tears welling in his eyes, Kylo said, “I'm being torn apart. I want to be free of this pain.” He looked up as his father moved closer, “I know what I have to do, but I don't know if I have the strength to do it. Will you help me?”
“Yes. Anything.”
Kylo unholstered his lightsaber. As he had that morning, he contemplated turning it on himself, but then he saw his father’s gentle eyes looking at him.
”What are you doing?!”
He flung the lightsaber out over the edge of the catwalk. He turned back to his father who pulled him into an embrace. They pulled apart and Ben tilted his head toward the exit. “Go.” He told his father, then made a gesture with his hand knocking over all the storm troopers in the chamber.
Ben ignored Snoke as he followed his father out of the chamber, the explosion barely ruffling them.
*
Leia sat and listened to what her son was telling her. She knew there was something else and when he had rambled to a stop she nodded. “I’d like to talk to my son alone.”
“It might be a trap.” Said the intelligence officer.
Han scowled at the officer, and Ben said, “He’s good, appropriate levels of paranoia, universal suspicion.”
Leia shot her son a look, then repeated her request for the room to be cleared. They were finally alone and Leia tapped out a sequence to darken the listening devices. She turned around and took the binders from Ben, setting them on the table then taking his hands in hers.
“Ben.”
He wanted to resist, to refuse to tell his parents what had happened, but his mother’s gentleness was undoing him.
“To starboard.” Han said pulling up a chair, “Not getting on the floor. Not anymore.” He reached out and took Ben’s hand.
His parent’s combined gentleness undid him. The story of what Hux did to him poured out, the comments Snoke made worsening the situation. Rey’s decency of not mentioning it, even though what she did point out was a bit rattling.
At the end of his tale he kept his face buried in his mother’s lap. He was waiting for her to shove him away in disgust.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“No, sweetheart, it’s my turn.”
Ben listened to his parents bicker and strangely it made his heart swell with joy that they loved him so much to be this vicious. “Why don’t you just cloth, blade, stone?”
Leia frowned, then smiled. “I’m glad you can be frivolous about things.” She continued the soft fingering of his hair and Han had never let go of his hand.
“Not totally frivolous. Cloth, blade, stone is suitable method of conflict resolution.”
*
Rey approached Ben and indicated the spot next to him. “May I?”
He nodded and she sat down close but a respectful distance. “What’s that?”
He knew that hadn’t been why she sat down but he answered her, “Fried fruit pastry. My mother acquired a taste for them years ago.” He picked up one with a napkin and offered it to her.
She took it, “Thank you.” And he watched her consume it.
He finally asked, “So when do you leave for Master Luke’s hideaway?”
“I want you to come with us.”
“I’m not going, I might lead Snoke right to him. I can’t do that.”
“You need his help as much as I do.” She looked longingly at the last pastry on the plate in his hands.
There was a connection between them, he had felt it since the first time he had touched her mind. It sang in the Force but it was her longing look more than that connection that made Ben hand over the plate with the pastry.
“He doesn’t want to see me.” He barely noticed when she licked the plate.
“But you need each other. I don’t know how I know that, but I do.”
“And that confuses and frightens you, the Force showing you things.”
“You’re reluctant to leave the First Order to your mother.”
“Just a little bit. Do I have at least an hour to think about it?” She nodded and he got to his feet and offered his hand to help her up. “Because I think the next batch of pastry should be almost ready.”
*
Hux had just finished demanding the surrender of the resistance forces with emphasis on turning over Kylo Ren for his treason.
“No and no.” Leia said, stone-faced.
“Now let’s be reasonable.”
“I like being unreasonable.” Leia said, “But there is something you can do, withdraw your forces from the Thoth system.”
“Or?”
“You can choke to death.”
“And how do – “ Hux began but broke off as he began to choke. He clutched at his throat and glared at the image of Leia in front of him, “How?” he rasped out.
“Something my father taught me.”