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Re: Hux/Kylo - Sleepy Sex: SECOND FILL, 2/4

[(Anonymous)]

“My room,” said Hux said with a frown, correctly interpreting Ren’s confusion. “Where did you think you were?”

Ren seemed unable to take that information in – he was looking around muzzily, eyes blinking. He was still on Starkiller. He was failing, over and over again, lost in the snow and the cold.

“My room,” Hux repeated. “You came here.” Even in the weak light, Hux could see that Ren was exhausted. “When was the last time you slept?”

“Not sure,” Kylo managed at last, trying to shake it off. He rose – clumsily – to a sitting position. “I shouldn’t be here, I don’t have time to –”

“Don’t be absurd,” said Hux, in the tone of voice he usually used when Ren wanted to do something short-sighted and foolhardy. Ren was the stronger of the two, but when he shifted to move off the bed, Hux stopped him with a simple touch to his chest.

“You’ve nowhere to be. Get out of those clothes,” he ordered, not ungently.

Ren stared at him, face blank.

It had been a strange face before that girl had taken a lightsaber to it; now, bifurcated by the thick, angry scar, Hux had no way to describe it, even to himself. It sometimes seemed that the two halves of his face held completely different expressions, as though the fateful strike had cut deeper than just Ren’s flesh, and had split him into two people. His features hardly seemed to belong to one individual.

Not that anyone saw his face but Hux.

Ren hadn’t wanted to show him, at first. After he’d woken up in medbay, he’d avoided Hux’s rooms for weeks. He hadn’t bothered to come up with excuses, and hadn’t seemed to understand that Hux had already seen the worst of it. Hux knew better than to ascribe it to vanity. It had been shame, shame at his own failure. It had taken coaxing, wheedling and begging to finally get Ren to take the damn mask off again, and even now, Hux still wasn’t used to it.

Some selfish, private part of him was fiercely glad that Ren’s face had been maimed. He had never been good at sharing.

“Okay,” said Hux, shifting gears. “Arms up.”

Together, they divested Ren of his robe and outer garments. Ren seemed to want to stop there, exhausted, but Hux prodded him to take off his under garments as well. Ren made a complaining noise, but followed Hux’s hands as they stripped fully nude.

Hux grimaced – Ren’s clothes were grimy and slightly damp in places, and Hux resisted the urge to turn up the lighting to see whether or not any of it was blood. He balled the clothes and tossed them aside, a problem for a later moment. Kylo would likely be irritated once he came back to himself and found his robe wrinkled and filthy, but Hux didn’t care.

Surveying the hunched body in front of him, it was clear that none of the blood – if blood it was – belonged to Ren, though there were bruises blooming against his pale skin. He’d also lost some weight, unless Hux was mistaken.

Hux pressed a hand to Ren’s chest, and the Knight slipped back onto the bed like a doll, his body unresisting.

“You can feel them too, now?” Ren asked. “The dreams?”

His glum tone indicated that he might prefer a scenario where Hux wasn’t privy to the deepest fears of his subconscious mind.

Hux saw no point in denying it, so he nodded, but he didn’t want to fuel Ren’s dangerous self-indulgent streak, either.

“Go back to sleep,” he said instead, practically. “You’re exhausted.”

Ren looked up at him with his heavy, dark eyes, and Hux saw something like real despair there. “I don’t want to,” Ren said, low and weary and piercing in its honesty. “I can’t, Hux. I don’t want to see it again. When I sleep – it’s all I can see.”

Hux pushed a few heavy strands of hair out of Ren’s face. His fingers were careful not to pull at the skin, wary of irritating the wound.

Hux didn’t do this.

General Hux of the First Order couldn’t do this, and neither could Kylo Ren. Empathy was a weakness. It would get you killed. There was no room in their lives for comfort or kindness.

But maybe that wasn’t what this was. Maybe this was simply … necessary. Ren had already lost so much, was poised to lose even more, was unravelling by the seams more and more each day. Maybe, in here, Hux could afford to indulge him, if it would help delay whatever they both knew was inevitably coming.

“What can I do?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over Ren’s cheek, an uncharacteristically tender gesture for him. “How can I help?”

“You can’t make them stop.”

Hux knew that, he knew that.

There was something about the way Ren didn’t quite meet Hux’s eyes. He was always so full of fire and fury when they were outside. Single-mindedly chasing down his demons, he wasn’t afraid to violate direct orders, even from Hux himself. But now, in here, he was tired and trembling with need.

“Can I kiss you?” asked Hux, giving voice to the desire he’d been harbouring for days.

“Please,” Kylo breathed, “please kiss me.”

Hux remembered the first time he’d seen Ren’s lips.

Cocksucking lips, he’d called them, attempting to get a rise and succeeding.
He’d spent significant time since then learning everything about them – how they pushed hot and insistent when Ren was in a demanding mood, how they brushed against Hux’s own mouth, how they felt pressed into the small of his back when Ren thought Hux was asleep.