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FILL: Kylo/Hux or Gen, past abuse, not quite h/c, fucked up pet-play/brainwashing [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2016-04-27 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)He finds Snoke’s pet in a forgotten corner of the Supreme Leader’s base, curled up and trembling on a thin cot in a room that’s barely more than a cell. Snoke himself has been dead for two days now, and Hux is relishing in the pleasure of strolling around the fortress knowing that now it’s all his, claiming as many of the Supreme Leader’s possessions as he likes and leaving the rest to be consumed in fire when he blasts this awful place off from space, Snoke’s domain and his grave.
Truly, it is all a spectacular coincidence. Hux makes good use of his men, as a rule, and on this particular morning he sees no use for a detail of Stormtroopers he’s going to have to send off to reconditioning if they happen to see something that wasn’t meant for their eyes. Thus he is alone, wandering down dimly-lit corridors that look just as awful as the rest of this architectural monstrosity, and about ten minutes away from turning on his heels and having the entire place destroyed – and Kylo Ren along with it.
It is lucky, then, that he happens to pass in front of a grey metal door just as he hears a distant keening, low and desperate. It’s quick work to slip his vibro-blade between the door and the wall; high on victory, he doesn’t even think that whatever’s on the other side could be dangerous, and by the time his eyes meet Ren’s feral gaze, it’s too late.
Hux’s first instinct is to recoil in fear. He hasn’t seen Ren since Starkiller, over two years ago, and while there have been plenty of rumours of Snoke’s enforcer and the occasional sighting by Order members, he’s always personally thought that Snoke had his unstable apprentice killed. Once, about six months after Ren’s departure, he dared ask about him during an audience with the Supreme Leader; he still remembers Snoke’s blood-chilling smile, the curve of his lips and the gleam in his eyes as he said, Don’t worry, General. Kylo Ren will not be a problem anymore.
But Kylo Ren is alive, that’s much is evident, and trembling as he rocks back and forth from his cot on the floor, hair a wild mess around his face and eyes like dark pools, deep and wild, and all Hux can think is that he is about to die.
Then Ren raises his head and Hux gets a long look at his face – scarred and pale and utterly terrified – and at the black muzzle around his jaw, and he thinks, Oh.
When he’d been a child, growing up on Arkanis, the Commander had kept hounds. They had been beautiful beasts, large and intelligent and impeccably trained, and devoted above all. Devoted, and affectionate, and loyal. Steady hands and a little firmness go a long way, his father used to say, and no one could commend a subordinate’s allegiance quite like he did.
There’s barely any light filtering in from the corridor, painting Ren’s skin in hues of black and white. He takes a step inside, small but deliberate. Hux keeps his eyes fixed on Ren’s, never letting his gaze waver; a beacon of security and authority and calm.
“Ren,” he calls out, his voice as steady as his walk. His words don’t matter; it’s the tone that does. Ren blinks, putting Hux into focus. He’s still keening, only slightly stifled by the muzzle, and Hux wonders how that came about. Maybe, he thinks, Snoke got as tired of Ren’s melodramatic tirades as he did.
“Is something wrong?” he asks, not that Ren seems to be lucid enough to answer. He just needs Ren to hear his voice; the answer is plain enough to see. Ren is wearing a thin, sleeveless tunic with a neck deep enough that Hux can see the constellation of bruises and welts marring his neck and collarbones. Unconsciously, he sucks in a deep breath.
Ren is still lying on the cot when he approaches, curled on his side, but he keeps raising and shifting his upper body the closer Hux gets, as if welcoming the human contact. His torso’s hallway off the cot, all the weight resting on one elbow, and Hux takes a moment to admire the elegant line of his neck and shoulder before dropping his gaze down to were Ren’s hands are balled into tight fists. He sits down and Ren winces, noise stopping, but doesn’t move away.
Hux suddenly feels very elated.
He raises one hand to Ren’s head and Ren – whimpers, long and deep, and what he can see of his face is screwed up in what Hux assumes to be an overwhelming surge of emotions. Ren always did have problems keeping himself under control. He pets the man’s hair, curious to see if it’s really as soft as he’s always imagined, and Ren looks like he’s about to cry.
“Oh, Ren,” Hux drawls. “You poor beast.” He trails his fingers along those dark curls, making Ren whine low in his throat. “Whatever shall I do with you?”
The promise, in Ren’s eyes. Anything.
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He feels ridiculous, smuggling Kylo Ren aboard his own ship, but he’s certainly not about to let anyone learn of the recovery of this particular asset until he figures what to do with it. Him. Fucking Ren, bruised and shaking and dangerously close to tears, and Hux gives orders not to be destroyed for the rest of the trip, until they’ve arrived and it’s time to go claim his Empire.
In the meanwhile, he has an additional mattress brought up to his quarters, with plenty of blankets – Ren always did love his self-indulgences – and sits his newly-acquired stray on the tiled floor of his shower, warm water flowing all around them, more water than he can remember wasting in his life.
Hux undresses him piece by piece, and piece by piece he takes him apart. He takes off Ren’s shirt, tracing his fingers lightly above all the welts and the cuts and the whipping marks adorning his chest and his back, brushes one hand slowly up and down Ren’s arm as he draws him closer.
“Shhh,” he tells Ren, softly. Once, he saw a woman take care of a spooked horse. He sweeps Ren’s hair away from where it’s fallen all over his eyes, whispers against his forehead. “Shhh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Ren. Good boy.”
Ren shudders all over, and he lets out a long soft moan that makes Hux smile in satisfaction and gives rise to the fully unwelcome thought of whatever must have happened to Ren to reduce him to this pathetic, crying thing – but he pushes that resolutely aside and, if he shivers, well. He’s getting soaked, after all.
He washes Ren’s hair and takes off his trousers. He has no shoes, and his feet are filthy. The muzzle goes off for last, because if Hux’s idea is even half correct, Ren may react strongly to have it removed – but Hux’s hands are steady and his voice is gentler than he himself had known it could be, and Ren trembles and relaxes into his arms, exhaling slowly. His lips are chapped and red and raw and, even after two hours on the floor of Hux’s ‘fresher, huddled together, Ren doesn’t speak a single word.
He counts that as a plus.
Ren, he learns, does understand everything Hux says, even as overwhelmed as he must be, but he never says anything back – not that he minds. He follows every direction more promptly than he could have dreamed, though the fears in his eyes is still there, and has a tendency to throw himself in corners and crannies and nooks, curled up, trying to make his imposing body as small as it could possibly be.
That night Hux has a larger meal than usual brought over to his quarters, and he briefly debates with himself if it’d be worth it to try and make Ren sit down and eat like a civilized human being before deciding that isn’t worth the hassle.
Before deciding, with a thrill, that he doesn’t want to.
As a civilized human being, Kylo Ren was a tremendous annoyance. As Snoke’s compliant little pet, potentially Hux’s… He licks at his upper lip, mind in turmoil. Potential is the key word here, he decides; there’s so much of it. He sits down at his desk, not bothering to take a second chair out, and he catches Ren’s gaze.
The way Ren glides over and kneels down by his chair, resting one cheek against Hux’s tights is a beautiful, beautiful sight. He feeds Ren morsels from his plate – like a dog, he thinks – and watches with pleasures as Ren accepts them gladly and greedily, pink tongue darting to swipe around Hux’s fingers perhaps a with little more enthusiasm than such a thing would require.
When he’s done, he lets Ren rest like this for a little longer, nuzzling happily against Hux’s legs and this is so much simpler, so much better than it used to be. When he’s had enough he shows Ren to the mattress and makes sure he’s well covered and warm before going back to his work – the aftermath of a coup, he’s found, is a messy, messy thing.
It’s not long before he catches a glimpse of Ren with the corner of his eye and he’s panicking, shaking like a leaf. Hux walks over to him and coos and shush, pressing one hand against Ren’s sweat-damp forehead.
“You’re safe, Ren,” he says. “You’re safe. I’ll take care of you.” And he means it, of course; he has every intention of taking excellent care of Ren. His eyes dart to the muzzle he’s left forgotten on his bedside table, and he sees Ren’s gaze darting at it. He whines and Hux hears, please.
“Oh, I see how it is,” he smiles down at Ren. “You want a reminder, don’t you pet?”
Ren flushes, and he nods, and Hux stands up and goes to get the muzzle and closes it in the back of Ren’s head with a click, and Ren’s eyes close – beautiful, seraphic. He is at peace.
Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux or Gen, past abuse, not quite h/c, fucked up pet-play/brainwashing [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2016-04-28 01:16 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux or Gen, past abuse, not quite h/c, fucked up pet-play/brainwashing [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2016-04-28 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux or Gen, past abuse, not quite h/c, fucked up pet-play/brainwashing [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2016-04-28 04:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux or Gen, past abuse, not quite h/c, fucked up pet-play/brainwashing [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2016-04-28 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux or Gen, past abuse, not quite h/c, fucked up pet-play/brainwashing [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2016-04-28 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Kylo/Hux or Gen, past abuse, not quite h/c, fucked up pet-play/brainwashing [1/2]
(Anonymous) 2016-04-28 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)