I have the next couple of parts written already, just not sure how many comments it'll take to post. This one got away from me ha
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Kylo Ren looks into his father’s eyes, the gaping mouth of a seemingly endless chasm stretched out below them. “It’s too late.”
“No, it’s not. Leave here with me.” Han pleas. “Come home. We miss you.”
At the mention of his mother, Ren’s eyes fill with tears. He closes the space between them until he’s looking down at his father, smaller and much older than he remembers.
From Han to Rey and Finn in the rafters above, everyone holds a collective breath, teetering over an unimaginable precipice.
Finally, Ren holds out a hand, palm up. “Alright. Father.”
Han exhales on a broad grin, his face shedding years as he grabs his son into a tight embrace.
From the shadows high above, directly opposite of Rey and Finn, General Hux rolls his eyes and stalks away, already putting the next phase of their plan in motion. “Overselling it a bit, but it’ll have to do.”
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“What do you mean you ‘the jig is up’?” Hux is not a screecher by any means but these last couple of months have been rough, what with Ren infiltrating the Resistance Base as the reformed son who’s shed his evil ways while simultaneously being the worst double agent in spy history.
It’s bad enough Ren reports back only when he feels like it, which always happens to be in the middle of gamma shift and usually with messages so poorly spelled Hux thought he was speaking in code at first, but his reports rarely yield any useful intel at all. If anything, Ren seems to be the one asking the questions most nights, such as ‘wat r u whearing?’ and ‘how do u fly x-wing i dont want to look stupid in frnt of poe”.
Hux scrubs a hand over his face, eyes tired from glaring so hard at the little holo-projection of Ren in his palm.
“Hux.” Ren tugs at the v-neck of his threadbare shirt. Apparently looking like a disheveled nerf-herder is considered Rebel-chic. “I think I have to come back.”
“What.” Hux drops his hand from where it was massaging the bridge of his nose. “Don’t you dare, you haven’t done shit for the Order and you’ve been there nearly two months--”
“I know! Of course I know it’s been two months.” Ren throws a quick look over his shoulder to see if anyone has noticed his outburst. He stage-whispers, “It’s been like the longest two months of my life. And I’ve lived in a cave for six months before.”
“Why were you living in a cave?”
“Training. Dark side. You wouldn’t understand, etcetera.” His blue holo-hand flickering in and out as he waves it around. “Anyway, I’ll see you in about a week. Maybe less, if I could steal a decent ship.”
“I do not approve this. Do not abandon this mission. I repeat, Ren, you do not have permission to--”
The holo cut off with a soft beep. Hux uses the last of his patience to not hurl his communicator clear across his office. With Ren gone they came within budget for the first time in years, and Hux isn’t going to be the one to put them in the red this time.
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Hux’s communicator clatters on the floor and might’ve gotten crushed underneath one of their boots. He would bitch if he weren’t thoroughly distracted at the moment, with a newly returned Ren crushing their mouths together, tearing at his uniform like a sex-starved Academy cadet.
More things fall off his immaculate desk until a surface is cleared enough for Ren to throw him on it, fingers grasping at his belt and then trying to work his boots off. Hux reaches over the side and feels around for the compartment built into his desk, finding the small jar of oil and practically flinging it at Ren’s face, who holds it in the air with the Force, the show off.
Ren has managed to work off the entire bottom half of Hux’s attire and now he greedily spreads those pale thighs, fingers slick from the oil. Hux falls fully back onto the desk when the first finger breaches him, squirming against the too-tight feeling of long disuse. He feels one of his legs being hiked up and glances through half-lidded eyes to see Ren staring at his own fingers entering Hux’s hole, mesmerized by the sight.
Hux breathes out a laugh and Ren’s eyes snap to meet his. “Don’t tell me you abandoned the mission for this?”
Ren’s face coloring is enough of an answer. “Of course not.” he snaps. He gives a clever twist of his fingers and Hux bucks up in response. If this is Ren’s version of petty revenge, Hux could get used to it. “They were growing suspicious. I told them I needed to go find myself, connect with the Light again.”
It takes a minute for Hux to regain control of his tongue, which was lolling uselessly in his mouth after Ren added a third finger. “And they believed that bantha shit?”
“They ate it up.”
Hux might not be a mind reader or whatever the fuck Ren is, but even he could tell that was far from the whole story. He might’ve called him out on it but then Ren is pulling him off the desk, dropping into the seat behind him and pulling Hux into his lap.
Hux straddles him, hands on the back of the chair for support as he’s poised over Ren’s straining dick. He rubs the cleft of his ass enticingly against the hard length and laughs at Ren’s frustration. He sinks down until just the tip is pressing against his hole and leans in close to Ren’s ear. “Did you miss me?”
Ren glares at him, too worked up to form words. His big hands grip Hux’s waist, bruising. “Yes.” he spits out and then shoves Hux fully onto his dick.
[FILL] The Worst Double Agents in the Galaxy 1/?
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Kylo Ren looks into his father’s eyes, the gaping mouth of a seemingly endless chasm stretched out below them. “It’s too late.”
“No, it’s not. Leave here with me.” Han pleas. “Come home. We miss you.”
At the mention of his mother, Ren’s eyes fill with tears. He closes the space between them until he’s looking down at his father, smaller and much older than he remembers.
From Han to Rey and Finn in the rafters above, everyone holds a collective breath, teetering over an unimaginable precipice.
Finally, Ren holds out a hand, palm up. “Alright. Father.”
Han exhales on a broad grin, his face shedding years as he grabs his son into a tight embrace.
From the shadows high above, directly opposite of Rey and Finn, General Hux rolls his eyes and stalks away, already putting the next phase of their plan in motion. “Overselling it a bit, but it’ll have to do.”
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“What do you mean you ‘the jig is up’?” Hux is not a screecher by any means but these last couple of months have been rough, what with Ren infiltrating the Resistance Base as the reformed son who’s shed his evil ways while simultaneously being the worst double agent in spy history.
It’s bad enough Ren reports back only when he feels like it, which always happens to be in the middle of gamma shift and usually with messages so poorly spelled Hux thought he was speaking in code at first, but his reports rarely yield any useful intel at all. If anything, Ren seems to be the one asking the questions most nights, such as ‘wat r u whearing?’ and ‘how do u fly x-wing i dont want to look stupid in frnt of poe”.
Hux scrubs a hand over his face, eyes tired from glaring so hard at the little holo-projection of Ren in his palm.
“Hux.” Ren tugs at the v-neck of his threadbare shirt. Apparently looking like a disheveled nerf-herder is considered Rebel-chic. “I think I have to come back.”
“What.” Hux drops his hand from where it was massaging the bridge of his nose. “Don’t you dare, you haven’t done shit for the Order and you’ve been there nearly two months--”
“I know! Of course I know it’s been two months.” Ren throws a quick look over his shoulder to see if anyone has noticed his outburst. He stage-whispers, “It’s been like the longest two months of my life. And I’ve lived in a cave for six months before.”
“Why were you living in a cave?”
“Training. Dark side. You wouldn’t understand, etcetera.” His blue holo-hand flickering in and out as he waves it around. “Anyway, I’ll see you in about a week. Maybe less, if I could steal a decent ship.”
“I do not approve this. Do not abandon this mission. I repeat, Ren, you do not have permission to--”
The holo cut off with a soft beep. Hux uses the last of his patience to not hurl his communicator clear across his office. With Ren gone they came within budget for the first time in years, and Hux isn’t going to be the one to put them in the red this time.
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Hux’s communicator clatters on the floor and might’ve gotten crushed underneath one of their boots. He would bitch if he weren’t thoroughly distracted at the moment, with a newly returned Ren crushing their mouths together, tearing at his uniform like a sex-starved Academy cadet.
More things fall off his immaculate desk until a surface is cleared enough for Ren to throw him on it, fingers grasping at his belt and then trying to work his boots off. Hux reaches over the side and feels around for the compartment built into his desk, finding the small jar of oil and practically flinging it at Ren’s face, who holds it in the air with the Force, the show off.
Ren has managed to work off the entire bottom half of Hux’s attire and now he greedily spreads those pale thighs, fingers slick from the oil. Hux falls fully back onto the desk when the first finger breaches him, squirming against the too-tight feeling of long disuse. He feels one of his legs being hiked up and glances through half-lidded eyes to see Ren staring at his own fingers entering Hux’s hole, mesmerized by the sight.
Hux breathes out a laugh and Ren’s eyes snap to meet his. “Don’t tell me you abandoned the mission for this?”
Ren’s face coloring is enough of an answer. “Of course not.” he snaps. He gives a clever twist of his fingers and Hux bucks up in response. If this is Ren’s version of petty revenge, Hux could get used to it. “They were growing suspicious. I told them I needed to go find myself, connect with the Light again.”
It takes a minute for Hux to regain control of his tongue, which was lolling uselessly in his mouth after Ren added a third finger. “And they believed that bantha shit?”
“They ate it up.”
Hux might not be a mind reader or whatever the fuck Ren is, but even he could tell that was far from the whole story. He might’ve called him out on it but then Ren is pulling him off the desk, dropping into the seat behind him and pulling Hux into his lap.
Hux straddles him, hands on the back of the chair for support as he’s poised over Ren’s straining dick. He rubs the cleft of his ass enticingly against the hard length and laughs at Ren’s frustration. He sinks down until just the tip is pressing against his hole and leans in close to Ren’s ear. “Did you miss me?”
Ren glares at him, too worked up to form words. His big hands grip Hux’s waist, bruising. “Yes.” he spits out and then shoves Hux fully onto his dick.