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Be proud of me people. This is the closest I have come to fluff yet.

When the armies are left behind, when the spacecrafts are rendered useless, when Generals leave the command deck, the war is left behind.

Beasts do not lead wars. They fight, brutally, unrelentlessly, beautifully until one stands above the remains of the other. Victorious. Superior.

Beasts do not have strategies, and how that would chafe at Hux, if the battle hadn’t lasted for hours. If he and Kylo, beast with two heads, hadn’t been attacking their former master for so long that lungs burned and mind fled, vision turned red and remained that way.

Blood in the eyes. So very messy, so very impractical, but for one so skilled at wielding a blaster, sight is hardly a consideration. For one so used to charging into battle, what does vision matter so long as the sensation of a sword digging into flesh is felt?

They fight, and they fight, and they are young and strong, and their once-leader is an old man. He bleeds, he tires, he weakens until savage, hungry beasts close in for the kill, take him down with a roar and a laugh.

And when they are done, when they stand panting over a corpse, when the room has gone silent apart from the clatter of their weapons on the ground, it all catches up to Hux. Hours of fighting and running with neither rest nor sustenance. Fighting only through sheer will power, but as the adrenaline fades away he returns to his own body, and feels vividly.

Bloodlust and hunger burn his insides, merge together in a sea of blood and sweat.

He hungers.

And here before him lies a feast.

Exhaustion makes it easy to fall to his knees, but craving makes it natural to bend forward, rip away dark robes to expose the chest - the only part of this emaciated body to hold any meat - then to lean forward and bite.

It jerks beneath him - not quite dead after all? - but what does it matter when there is blood on his tongue and flesh between his teeth? When there is food in his stomach and victory splattered on his skin?

Victory. Such a sweet taste. Not to be wasted as it pours from the old man’s open wound and stains Hux’s hands. He licks them, long, broad strokes that catch every drop. He throws his head back and moans.

To fight, to feed, and only one other thing until bliss.

From above him, on the other side of the corpse, his mate watches. Exertion made him flush, adrenaline made his pupils dilate, but it is nothing compared to now. All Hux sees is a red hue and black pools, twin abysses devoid of any Light but filled with so much more. All that has been done, all that has been taken, all that hasn’t been said but has been spoken through caressing hands and scratching nails.

Hux speaks them again, this time through a smile that has blood seeping between the teeth and a tongue that laps it back up.

Kylo falls to his knees in turn, grabs the carcass to him. Greedy, selfish, but Hux cannot find it in himself to care. Dark hair falls like a curtain, staining red at the tip, staining Hux’s fingers in turn when he runs them through black locks.

Kylo purs, leans into the touch, revealing a blood smeared mouth. Messy, still so messy.

Hux licks him clean.

His tongue hunts the taste, from where it dripped down a pale neck all the way to an always inviting mouth. Blood on Kylo’s tongue tastes sweeter somehow.

His mate kisses back with a hunger Hux understands all too well, so he lets himself be ravished in turn, mouth plundered for sustenance. He lets himself be consumed.

They could get drunk on this, but that is such an unwise course of action when the stomach is empty. So they break apart, and as Hux keens with satisfaction and need, Kylo’s strong fingers find dead flesh again, dig in and rip.

Fed from Kylo’s hand, the meet is more tender. And what he cannot chew - the tendons, the too elastic skin - he sucks on, eyes gleaming as he watches Kylo’s darken with lust and envy.

Soon. Soon. Hux will take out his knife if he must, will carve out his own cut to reciprocate the favor. Kylo will grip his wrist in a too tight hold, will suck on his fingers in his greed. Hux will let him, and when he is tugged forwards to be devoured anew, this time they will not stop.

Blood tastes of victory, blood tastes of life ; and while this body rots away, live they shall.

Fighting. Feeding.

Fucking.

They are the predator, the beast that won.

And only the Galaxy could assuage their hunger.

OP here, and oh man, oh man, this was beautiful..! Thank you, you wonderful person! You are an absolute gift to this kink meme, courgette~!

Thank you so much, OP! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

That was an utterly brilliant fill. The way you write paints a great picture of cannibalism that is both utterly gory and very sexy!

Thank you so much!

Your comment will now make me consider sexy cannibalism my greatest achievement. ^^

THIS WAS AMAZING!

Thank you!

I was like, "damn look at those content warnings, that's outside my usual fic comfort zone..." but then I was all, "it's courgette tho, you know its gonna be some top quality sensory sin" and I was riiiight. Holy shit, what an intense dinner date!

but then I was all, "it's courgette tho, you know its gonna be some top quality sensory sin"

Oh, dear, I just... oh, I'm swooning!
I'm so glad you liked it. The funny thing is, I've never really thought of cannibalism at all, but then I read this prompt, and I was just gone.
And an intense dinner date indeed! Spontaneous too, as are the greatest romantic gestures ^^

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