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Kylo was already planning to break and keep Poe for good after he was first captured, and planted a series of mental commands/Jedi mind tricks/whatever to ensure that Poe would find his way back to him even if he was rescued.

Cue Poe, safely back at the Resistance, slowly being consumed by a horrifyingly increasing sex drive and vivid dreams and thoughts of Kylo using him as his pet, until he's unable to fixate on anything else. He knows exactly what's happening and is disgusted and terrified, but can't bring himself to confide in anyone when it's taking all his willpower not to fly directly into the First Order and prostrate himself.

Favorite trope, favorite pairing... In other words: HELL YEAH !

;D

He knew he was coming, but Kylo Ren still takes a second to savour the moment when a trooper tells him that a captured Resistance pilot wanted to talk.
Normally of course, any prisoner making demands like that would have been ignored. But Kylo had sent out an order a week before: this pilot was different. He had something valuable to the First Order. He wasn’t to be touched (within reason), he was to be taken directly to him.
And now- here he is.
Poe Dameron. Sweaty and dirty and bleeding. In handcuffs. His flight suit’s torn down one arm, and he looks like he’s in pain- teeth gritted, shoulders and arms and neck muscles tense.
But Kylo knows better.
Grinning behind his mask, he feels the impression that Poe’s leaving in the Force. Desire like white hot metal. Lust and so, so much hate. For himself, for Kylo. He’d fought so hard to be anywhere but here.
You could have made this easy on yourself. Kylo sends the thought to him as a feeling, not words, and takes a moment to soothe him, to touch his mind gently and release a little of the longing, desperate need that he buried there.
Just for a moment. Then he’s gone. Now, to make Dameron suffer.
“Tell me.” As he speaks, Kylo’s eyes are fixed on Poe, he sees his legs half buckle, he sees his hips give an involuntary buck, “Did Captain Dameron cause any difficulties?”
“—Fuck you, you know I couldn-“, That surprises Kylo. Poe’s strong: he shouldn’t have had the presence of mind to say anything.
Well, it’s something he can correct.
“I wasn’t-” Kylo interrupts, and there’s that buck again, there’s the strain in Poe’s body as he tries to fight himself, “Talking to you, Captain Dameron. Don’t speak in front of my soldiers again.”
Poe’s mouth closes with a snap so loud it must have hurt, and he stares at Kylo like he’d sacrifice his own father for a chance to stand on his toes.
“No, Sir. He was… He caused no difficulties.” It’s clear that the Troopers had been shocked by that. Kylo doesn’t care.
“Good. Leave us.”
He’s obeyed.
Kylo doesn’t speak, doesn’t move. Not even after the door has closed. Not even after that. He waits, his arms crossed. Poe stands there and glowers and sweats.
Eventually, of course, he breaks too.
“Fuck you.” Poe spits. Kylo chuckles and that really sets him off, he can hardly stand but he’s still going to shout. “It’s not funny, you think- you think what you’ve done to me is-!“
“Come to me, Dameron.” As he says it, he uncrosses his arms. “And get on your knees.”
There’s a moment after he says it that Poe’s face is completely, utterly, blank. His anger wiped away, replaced with empty confusion.
Then, scrambling, half falling over himself, Poe is there. His handcuffs clanked on the ground as he fell, he’s straining to not touch him, to keep a little space between them. But…
Very slowly, Kylo pulls off one of his gloves. Poe stares at the bare hand like it’s his god.
“Now…” He holds his hand over Poe’s head, moves the fingers slightly. “You want to touch me. You want me to touch you… that is what you want, isn’t it?”
“F-ffuu-“ Poe shakes his head and swallows, blinking sweat out of his eyes, “You- you did—did this-“
“I’d tell you to stop talking, but you know… I like it.” Kylo smiles again, then, moving too quickly for Poe to dodge, not that he could have dodged, he’s grabbed his face, under the chin, he’s whispering into his ear, “I want to hear you break.”
Poe probably didn’t hear him.
He’s moaning, he’s gone almost limp, he’s hanging by the neck out of Kylo’s hand, face vacant, almost smiling.
Kylo, eager to experiment, pulls his hand away. Poe collapses. For a moment he’s baffled, then he’s lost, then he’s angry- at Kylo for letting him go, at himself for caring.
“I won’t- you won’t do this to me.” Poe says in a shaking voice. “You won’t-“
Kylo unclips his mask and places it on the table behind him.
“Won’t?”
“… won’t…”
“Stand.” And Poe stands. Kylo slips his hand possessively around him and pushes into the small of his back. Their faces are an inch apart, Poe’s lips are parted, he’s sweating again, his erection is pushing into Kylo’s leg, and maybe best of all- he’s blushing. “Now… what were you saying, Captain Dameron? I won’t…?”
He gives him a moment, but for all that he can feel Poe’s anger burning and fighting, no words break through.
That anger. It’s exciting.
Kylo decides to keep it.

Wow, I really enjoyed this fill. Loved seeing Poe still so defiant and angry even while overcome with lust, and this coolly confident Kylo just toying with him. :)

Thank you for sharing this, AA.

This needs to be at least 50,000 words longer, my god. <3

This is sinfully hot! Will there be more?

Poe's rank is a Commander, right? Commander Dameron.

I MAY write more. If I do it'll go as a story on the archive proper but I'll post a link here.

Also woops sorry Poe! I mean compared to the other stuff happening to the poor guy here it doesn't really compare but demoting him is still very rude on my part.

Actually, you know what? Kylo's deliberately calling him Captain because Kylo's an asshole. Kylo's like 'haha Poe, I know what'll really grind your gears. Being called 'captain' like some sort of CHUMP!"
That Kylo. He is a stinker.

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