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OP - I have fills that I ought to be working on but I was delayed by priorities and now just need to find adequate time to write.

"We were starting to think you died up there."

Hux looked up as he descended to the ground floor. One of the snake creatures from the other night was by the bar. Hux briefly wondered what conditions would cause a creature who seemed so much like a serpant to grow six arms, but cast the thought aside. He shrugged, "I'm alive, as you can tell."

It nodded and chuckled, "Still can't believe you tried to walk after all that. I heard humans were resilient, but that was something else."

It slid a pitcher down the bar, "I don't know a lot about your kind, but I do know they need to stay hydrated. Drink as much as you need to. What sort of stuff do you eat?"

"Technically we can eat almost anything organic, we're omnivores," explained Hux, "Of course, just because we can eat something doesn't mean we want to."

"Right, well, we mostly eat insects around these parts. Grubs as well. Some like small rodents but…wasn't sure if you'd take offense, being a mammal yourself," said the snake.

Hux shook his head, "Like I said, we're omnivores. We'll eat anything in a pinch." He didn't particularly want to eat bugs or vermin but if that was all there was, there was no helping it. He'd eaten worse during his survival training anyways. Hux peered over the counter, "I'll ask the chef to surprise me."

The snake laughed slightly before calling over, "Roquo, surprise the human, if you don't mind."

Hux detected movement in the kitchen and saw what seemed to be the other snake moving about. The one beside him explained, "I just got off my shift when I spotted you. Always thought humans were kind of cute. Didn't know if I'd ever see one again out here so I thought, 'the worst that could happen is him saying no'. Never expected you to be so into it."

Hux supposed he could have said something at the time. They'd listened to him when he told them his limits. If he'd suggested only two or three of them enjoy him in private he was sure they would have obliged. He didn't have to stay in the cantina and let everything in it gangbang him. He wondered why he had done it, but couldn't really bring himself to regret it either.

"See, most of us evolved to survive in a swamp. We're bred to be tough, but it has drawbacks. Kind of hurts the ego when you can't get someone off because over the millenia ol'mother nature decided to make it harder and harder to breed to weed out the weakest of your species. Then along comes a cute little human with sensitive little nerves and gets off on gentle touches," explained the snake, "It was kind of nice doing simple things like smelling and petting and actually seeing a reaction."

Hux poured himself some water and drank it down. He barely got a mouthful before he realised how much he really needed to hydrate himself. He drained his cup and immediately poured another, nodding along to whatever the snake said.

"Too bad you aren't staying. You'd be popular, and it's not as if you wouldn't get anything out of it. You seemed to be enjoying yourself a lot," noted the snake creature, "I mean, you can't touch all the places you like with just two hands. You and Gelous seemed cute together."

"Who?" asked Hux, trying not to sound insulted.

"You know, shorter guy, more arms than me, stayed overnight with you," described the snake. It slyly added, "And it sounded like you had a little fun this morning."

"He tried to help me shower. He didn't seem to realize my kind is much more…easily stimulated than his," Hux tried to explain.

"You're still one crazy endurant little critter," said the creature, pausing to rake a hand through Hux's hair and give his scalp a light scratch, "Suppose I really should have asked this first, but have you got a name?"

Hux looked down, "Not one I should give out…"

"I get it. You're taking a break from whatever you do and can't risk your reputation. That's fine, but is there something I can call you?" the creature asked.

Hux thought it over for a moment. He didn't really have a nickname. His instructors thought up degrading names to call him, they did the same with every cadet. He didn't have a name he could five and this type of creativity had never been his strong suit. Hux shrugged, "I guess 'Sweetheart' will have to do for now."

The creature wrapped a pair of arms around him, with one hand still tangled in his hair. It was still unnerving in a strangely pleasant way how small these beings made him feel. He felt a tongue flicker briefly over his neck when the creature replied, "Well, Sweetheart, I'm Faroc."

"Good for you," said Hux sarcastically as he was pulled close and nuzzled lightly.

"Think you'd ever come back for a visit?" asked Faroc.

"It's uncertain…" replied Hux. He knew where he would like to be in the next few months and years, but he couldn't say anything for certain.

"Well, if ever you're back we'll find a place for you. Least we can do really," Faroc snorted, "I mean, nobody even bought you dinner first."

"No, I hadn't realized it was a custom here. If I had I could have gotten a free-"

-slug…

There was no question as to what his meal had once been. It was a slug. He had asked for a surprise and the snake creature certainly delivered. Hux looked for a utensil but found none. He'd have to eat with his hands.

"That's my mother's recipe. Not sure if it's anything like human food, but I haven't had any complaints yet," said Roquo, evidently the cook.

Hux took in the scent of it. It didn't smell aweful, at least. Roquo muttered to the other snake, "See his little nose twitch? Now that's just adorable…"

Hux ignored the comment and tried to figure out how to cram the massive bug down his throat. It wasn't going to go down in one bite, and there was no knife to cut it up. Roquo gave him a confused look, "Can't you unhinge your jaw?"

"No," replied Hux, pausing to open and close his mouth, "That's as wide as it goes."

"Huh…hold on, I'll get something to cut that," replied the cook.

So he was going to cut up his food, as if Hux was some sort of child. At least he didn't have to rip into it like some sort of savage.

"You should come back, if you get the chance," suggested Faroc, "If you ever feel like a having a home cooked meal and a little fun, we'd be glad to have you."

"Was…was that a pun?"

Faroc grinned and scratched Hux's red hair, "You're not the only one with a weird sense of humour, Sweetheart."

Nice prompt. General Hux is one crazy bastard, I'll give you that, so yeah, this is a rather interesting explanation as to why/how. +1000

Omg you finish it!! Aw man the Aliens are so nice n flirty, is rare to come across a fun gangbang who respect your boundaries.

This fic is so Adorable and Smutty is like eating dark choco ice cream with a dash cotton candy on top. HMMM YUM!!

PS: Pretty-Please with a cherry on top, would u be so kind to put this fic on Ao3? No worries if u dont want to.

Maybe? I need an account first. And to edit and revise a lot.

This is what I've been searching all along since beginning!! There's a lot of Poe/Terex scenes that teased us already :D

Oh yesss...
It's interesting to see where did they get the consensual part in this..(TIE-fighter Pilot!Poe perhaps?)

Me too..secretly hope for B there 🙈

The Resistance are conquered by bad people (First Order, pirates, gangs, troops from other planets, etc) and one of the effective methods to dampen the morale is by choosing to execute a public rape to the Poster Boy of the Resistance, their beloved Poe Dameron (or maybe they just choose him on the spot because he's just so pretty). Anyone that fail to watch or even shutting their eyes will be executed on the spot.
Cue the most humiliating experience to Poe ever. He's fucked in front of the whole base, they're doing all out to tease him mercilessly (kisses, licking, nibbling, praising, dirty talk, biting, fondling) until he moans and cries like a bitch in heat and desperate for the cocks, having multiple orgasms and forced to parade naked in front of his comrades with cum all over, dribbling down his legs.
Do your worst to Poe.

I fully support this 100%. I am voting for this prompt for president.

TW Seizures and Medical trauma in general

Hux goes planet-side with a select crew for some purpose another. Following up on Intel, visiting dignitaries for credits/support, resource allocations, etc. It's a two-three day visit which goes along successfully.

He returns to the ship and comes down with a cold. He blames it on the planet's climate and a greater chance of cross-contamination.

Yet his cold is pretty severe. Chills, fever, vomiting, exhaustion, physical weakness, whatnot. He plans on letting it do its thing, quarantine himself in his quarters and work.

Kylo comes to check on him the next day when no one has received any recent comms from him.

He's unconcious and rather blue in the face.

Hux was poisoned while planet-side, regardless he was the target or not.

++ has a seizure in the medbay
+++ they do have the means to counter the poison but having not treated him immediately requires more work.
+++ Kylo was part of the crew and blames himself for not seeing anything.
+++ Hux also has hallucinations/ramblings, which include tender proclamations for Kylo (which are honestly heartfelt

you are most welcome, my wicked friend! I aim to please, and this prompt was calling my name! I've always wanted to try my hand at this kink, so thank you for giving me the inspiration. I'm so glad you enjoyed the fic, and that the characterizations worked for you. mwah!

Hux glowered as a creature clicked its fingers at him. His 'owner' he supposed. He wasn't sure who was resposible, how or why it happened. It was as if he had fallen asleep snd woken up in a dream where he was a slave. He had gone to bed, fallen asleep in his own, very secure, quarters, then he woke up on a dirt floor in a cell. He had spent minutes, hours convinced it was all just a nightmare. That he would wake up, put on his uniform, and this would all be behind him.

But it wasn't a dream. He had been bought, had a collar put on him, was put on a leash, then in a cage when he became too violent. Hux supposed the drugging started almost immediately. He always felt so drowsy. Being alert seemed just a vague memory. He knew it was bad when his accent began to slip. He didn't need to affect anything, nobody here understood a word he said, but after years, nearly two decades of careful practice, he was losing control.

His master didn't understand Standard, or if he did, he ignored everything Hux said. He seemed to notice that something in Hux's voice had changed though. Almost immediatelty he went to the cage and started speaking in a language Hux couldn't understand. He seemed to treat it like a trick. He would snap his fingers until Hux spoke, then fed him afterwards. Soon his meals became dependent on speaking in his natural Arkanisian accent. If he spoke, he would get food, if he didn't his master would starve him.

It wasn't long before Hux gave in. Starving himself wasn't going to help anything. It would just make him weak, incapable of escaping, so he would speak when prompted. His 'master'would reach through the bars of the cage and caress his face, and especially his hair. Hux briefly contemplated biting, but refrained. If he was considered a dog, he didn't want to be put down like one. If he had to fight, he would rather do it when he had a real chance at escaping.

He'd managed a few attempts, when his cage was being cleaned or he was being fed. He never got far, but he had gotten far enough to learn he was in a very, very big house. There had to be a communication device somewhere, something capable of sending messages off-world. If he could just find one, he was sure he could get away.

So his plan began, make his master love him, trust him. So much so that he might allow him out of the cage. Once he did, and if Hux could walk about with him, he was sure he could find what he was looking for.

Once a sufficient amount of time passed after his last attempt, Hux tried to be affectionate. If his master stuck an arm through the bars, Hux would rub his face against it. His master seemed to like that, and would often reach both arms through the bars to pet him, encouraging Hux to nuzzle him. It was a shock, but not terribly surprising when his master began kissing him on the cheeks. It wasn't a sexual sort of kiss at all, and there was nothing suspect about the way he was touched, in spite of Hux being very under dressed.

He got plenty of kisses, but Hux couldn't figure out how to get the man to take him for a walk. He tried just outright asking one day. His master was cuddling him through the bars and Hux said, "Walk. I want to go for a walk."

His owner scratched him under his chin and patted his hair. Hux frowned. How could he communicate this? He pulled away and hooked his finger into the metal loop of his collar, the way a leash would attach, "Walk. Please take me for a walk."

Now the master seemed to realize his 'pet' was doing something different. Hux moved closer and did his best to sound docile, submissive. He rubbed his eyes and held them open, forcing them to water. It stung, but within seconds real tears were rolling down his cheeks, "Please? I just want to walk, I won't run away."

Something in his master, a non-human species Hux had never heard of before, seemed to change his tone when Hux did that. The man grasped him through the bars, cuddling him close, wiping the tears and stroking his hair. So his master cared for him, that was advantageous. He kissed Hux over and over, especially around his eyes.

Someone sent for a doctor, or possibly a veterinarian. Hux didn't want to be prodded at, but when he saw the leash he feigned excitement. Pets weren't the only ones who could be trained. He'd learned that much from caring for Millicent…he hoped someone was taking care of his cat. Phasma or somebody else. His ship would be fine, but he hoped nobody had gotten rid of his cat after he disappeared. Or that she hadn't been taken along with him...

He kissed and caressed his master, chattering quickly with his natural accent, trying to show how much he liked what was happening. When the leash was clipped to the collar Hux kissed the creature again, springing out of the cage to cuddle him. They couldn't understand each other's language, so Hux tried to show beyond any doubt that he loved to be on the leash. His master petted him gently, stroking his back while Hux kissed his face. He had to make sure he was seen as devoted, affectionate, grateful…

The doctor or possible vet examined him, especially taking time to look at his eyes. Did this species cry? Possibly not with the amount of attention being given to his eyes. His master held his leash, stroking his hair patiently as the doctor continued to examine him. Finally the doctor pulled back. His master seemed pleased with the results and kissed Hux's cheek again.

It was then Hux tried to go for a walk. He didn't pull. If he was too aggressive the whole gambit would fall apart. He walked towards a window that overlooked a garden. His master beckoned him back and Hux stood firm. He whined, looking at the window before he tried to pull a little. It was important that the creature saw and understood what he wanted so the pulling wouldn't seem so violent.

Hux looked at tbe window and whined again. His master moved forward, allowing Hux to get closer and closer to the glass until he was pressing against it. He whined, pleading with his natural voice, "Please…take me out there. I won't run. You'll have the leash."

The creature seemed upset again, regretful even. He stroked Hux's hair and his back. Hux rubbed his eyes again, keeping them open for as long as he could to get the fake tears started. Now that he had the creature's love, he could act. Make the master feel badly for not giving him what he wanted. The best way to do that was to cry and whine.

The creature seemed as if he was trying to console him. He wiped Hux's tears, drying his cheeks gently, stroked his back, combed through his hair, trying to make him stop crying. Hux pawed at the glass, trying to make it clear to the alien creature that he wanted to be outside.

The creature wasn't going to take him to the garden, Hux knew that. If he did that, he would have been a fool. But he was considering it. He was leading Hux back to the cage, but he had been hesitating the whole way. Hux gave him a look of shock and betrayal when he took the leash away and locked the cage. Hux pretended to panic and clawed at the bars, making desperate noises and calling out as pathetically as he could.

His master hesitated, watching for a moment befor moving away. Hux decided to twist the knife, reaching through the bars, calling out and simpering when the creature was out of sight.

The creature didn't return for some time after that. When he did, he brought Hux's meal, a task uaually reserved for servants. It was more extravagant than usual as well. It may have been a sign of remorse on the master's part, a sort of apology. Hux was determined to make him feel awful. He rubbed his eyes to make himself cry again and stayed curled up in a corner. His master reached through the bars to pet his hair and offered him a piece of fruit.

Hux relented. He had to. If he remained upset for too long the creature would lose interest. Hux played at being feral, sniffing the fruit before taking small bites. He even licked the creature's fingers. The master pet him, scratching behind his ears and under his chin, saying something in his own language before giving Hux more fruit. They were both eating out of each other's hands.

Apologies for the long delay between chapter and for the tense changes, I'm having too hard of a time writing this in past tense. Also torture, and yucky big needles in this chapter so you have been warned.

-

Three days after the confrontation with Kylo Ren in his office that Poe Dameron is delivered to Hux’s private quarters. The man remained unconscious, drugged up still and easier to manage while he was properly situated.

Hux had made sure to make special accommodations for Dameron’s stay. The first of which is a set of restraints welded into the wall in his private quarters, both in the living area and the bedroom that Dameron would be chained to. In his benevolence Hux had had a pallet moved into the room for Dameron to rest on until he awoke. Already there is a chain attached to his right ankle, one that has a short reach of only a few paces away from the wall.

What Hux had truly needed time to design and have manufactured was the dark black collar that he fits around Dameron’s neck. It’s similar to an animal collar, complete even with a small hook for a leash with a charm styled after the First Order’s symbol. There is a built in shock setting in the collar that Hux could activate with a special remote, added to that is the small sedative that is fast acting built in that is also controlled by the same remote.

Hux is eager to try out the new collar, he very much doubted that Dameron is going to take to training easily and the electric shock was there as a way to deliver a swift and effective punishment when Hux cannot be hands on with him.

Sitting down at his desk Hux watched Dameron sleep. The man had been stripped, cleaned and dressed in a loose set of pants before being delivered to Hux’s rooms. He was quite the site to behold, his body relaxed in sleep, it was no wonder Ren practically salivated over the man.

Still, Hux is a busy man and he is eager to begin Dameron’s training. With a cruel grin he reached over for the control to the collar and turned it onto the lowest setting. The yelp of pain that Dameron released as he was jerked away from the pain was absolutely delicious, as was the way he arched and tried to claw at the collar around his neck.

Getting up Hux walked over to Dameron and kicked him hard in the side. “Now, now, none of that pet.” Thumbing the control he cut the electricity off to allow Dameron a moment to get his bearings. “I trust you slept well?”

-

Poe’s world was filled with darkness and the occasional flashes of light while he slept. When it was suddenly interrupted by waves of pain running through him, Poe couldn’t fight the scream that bubbled from his throat as he desperately tried to find a way to stop the pain. His efforts only resulted in a sharp kick to his side and a voice admonishing him.

When the pain finally stopped, Poe opened tear filled eyes to see General Hux standing above him. He knew that he should say something, if not it was likely that he was going to get hurt again. “Could have done without the rude awakening.”

Well shit, him and his big mouth.

General Hux’s lips turned up in an amused sneer and Poe had second to brace himself as another wave of electric pain spread through him coming from the collar Poe could feel around his neck. He was helpless to do much more than twitch and bite his lip to try and muffle his sounds of pain.

“It’s a good thing I didn’t expect this to be easy.” Hux commented after the pain stopped. Poe opened tear filled eyes to watch as Hux stepped almost within reach of him. “As you can see I’ve put a little incentive into place for you to try and behave yourself. What you’ve just experienced is the lowest setting.”

Poe licked dry lips and forced himself to meet Hux’s cold blue eyes. “I know I’m going to regret this, but what’s the highest setting?”

The grin that spread across Hux’s face could only be described as feral. “Let’s just say that the First Order has used it to subdue some rather large creatures in the past. Not all of them have survived I’m afraid. Do pray I never have to go that high with you, I’d hate to accidentally kill you.”

“Remind me to make sure you have to go that high then so that you do accidentally kill me and deprive yourself of whatever it is you plan on doing with me.” With some effort Poe pushes himself up on to his elbows, grimacing when he registered the feel of a chain around his ankle. “I make a living off of denying you First Order assholes the very things you want.”

Hux doesn’t rise to the bait; instead he crouches down near Poe and wrenches his head up painfully by a tight grip in his hair. “Don’t worry Commander Dameron; I’ll train you so that you’ll be the perfect little pet who will do exactly what I want.” He leaned closer and Poe shuddered as he felt Hux’s tongue lick up the trail of tears on the right side of Poe’s face. “And when you’re meek and pliant for me, I’m going to call your precious General Organa and show her just how much her best pilot loves submitting himself before the First Order.”

Poe surged up to butt his head in to General Hux’s feeling a satisfying crack as his forehead made contact with the other man’s nose. He was almost positive he lost a few hairs in the process due to the man’s grip on his hair, but that didn’t matter. During the brief moment of surprise Poe tried to grab the control of the remote while simultaneously attempting to subdue Hux.

The next thing he knows, he was on his stomach with a bony knee pressed into his back.

“That was a very stupid move Dameron.” Hux hissed, and Poe could feel drops of what is likely blood from Hux’s nose dripping on to his naked back. “I had thought to give you a day off, but it seems training will have to begin immediately. I did promise myself not to do any permanent damage to you, but as they used to say an eye for an eye.”

He could hear Hux make a call into a comm and suddenly a group of stormtroopers was in the room, grabbing at Poe and wrenching him up against the wall to keep him in place. Poe got a good look at Hux a wild eyed Hux, who had blood running down his face with his hair in disarray.

“I can’t very well take either of your pretty eyes, and I’ll keep your tongue for now.” Hux stopped to look Poe over before glancing down at his hands. “Perhaps I could remove some of your fingers.”

Poe was trembling now, fearing for the first time the situation that he is in. When Hux reaches up to touch Poe’s face in mock tenderness, he can’t help but flinch away.

Clucking his tongue, Hux goes over to cabinet on the far right side of the room and opens it up. Inside are all manners of torture instruments and Poe watched as Hux picked something up and then turned around with a long thin needle in his hands.

“Of course with modern bacta healing I can do whatever I wish to you and we can ensure that it is healed right up.” Desperately Poe tried to struggle as Hux came toward him. “Most beings depend entirely too much on their sight, pilots especially. Let’s see how you react to having it gone for awhile. Maybe if you behave I’ll even have the damage healed afterward.” He turned to the troopers holding Poe and commanded them to hold Poe eyes open.

“Now Commander Dameron, you may want to scream because this will hurt.”

And scream Poe did as the needle began to pierce into his right eye.

OMG this is great! T-there's gunna be more right? -puppy eyes-

I mean. Holy shit. Holy. Shit.

<3

OP here and this is wonderful! Love that Hux is trying to work the situation to help him. And both of them eating out of each other's hand. Awww...

Poe held his breath, hoping to draw as little attention to himself as possible. Hux had woken him up as he had every morning – violently – before moving to the damned display case of knives next to his desk. He’d watched Hux grab a particularly nasty one and move to sit on the couch.

…Where he’d been for the past hour, twirling the knife in his hands and staring off into the distance at nothing.

It unsettled Poe, to say the least.

He didn’t necessarily want the torture, obviously, but it was something real and routine and expected he could hold on to. It was the uncertainty that scared him more than anything.

So, he held himself still and tried to make himself small without rattling his chains too much. Maybe if the General spent enough time lost in thought he’d be called away before he could hurt Poe that day.

Poe couldn’t help flinching when Hux shifted in his seat, turning to look at him with fresh anger in his eyes.

“I feel,,” Hux seethed, his teeth catching on his bottom lip as he chewed through each word, “like your acquisition was made under false pretenses, pilot.”

There was no need for Poe to respond; his small expression of confusion was obvious.

Hux continued. “You see, when I created the bounty for you, I was under the impression that you had value. Specifically, to a certain member of First Order leadership. Well, it’s been quite some time since I’ve seen any hint of interest from this member of First Order leadership. This makes me very, very cross, pilot. I don’t like people wasting my time or my credits. It appears you’ve wasted both.”

Against his better judgment, Poe couldn’t help but cough out a laugh and with it, the first words he’d spoken days. “Hey buddy, I never asked for this. You came after me. And I have no idea what you’re kriffing talking about.” He was proud of himself for not sounding as broken as he truly was.

Hux narrowed his gaze at him and held the blade still in his lap.

“Ben Solo. Tell me about your relationship with him.”

If he hadn’t been chained tightly, that name could’ve toppled Poe over. He hadn’t heard it in years, and for good reason. Poe held silent as he inched back against the wall.

“So there was something between you two, wasn’t there. I see.” Hux’s expression remained guarded and neutral, though from across the room Poe could still tell Hux’s knuckles were turning white as they gripped the knife handle.

Swallowing hard, he dared to speak again. “Get fucked.”

In a flurry Hux was on his feet and standing too close to Poe, his chest nearly bumping against his prisoner’s. Poe couldn’t see the blade but he felt it grazing up and down the length of his forearm.

“You know I could just make you tell me,” Hux growled. Poe could feel the knife pressing harder against his skin, nearly breaking it.

Poe laughed in his face again, regardless of the consequences. “And when has that ever worked? With all due respect, General, you’re a sadist but you’re a shit interrogator. The only time the First Order has ever gotten anything from me was when your cheap, Jedi drop-out pulled it straight out of my brain. Looks like you two aren’t on the best of terms, so I’m not exactly worried.” He could see the line he’d crossed miles behind him, and he steeled himself for the blow he knew was coming.

Instead, Hux pulled away, setting his blade on his desk and turning back to address the pilot. His smile was gone, but so was his anger.

“Let’s make a deal, then. You have information I want,” he explained, crossing his arms in front of him. “What are your terms?”

Poe scoffed. “Let me go.”

“No chance, but I respect you starting high. I don’t blame you for that. I can give you an hour alone, and I’ll go easier when I return.”

“You want to know something deeply personal and you’re offering an hour break in return? I say again: get fucked.”

The General chuckled at the pilot, stepping closer and placing a hand on the wall near the side of Poe’s head. “A day of rest. And longer in the bacta tank after our next session.”

“How about no more ‘sessions’, ever.”

“No.”

“A week free, then.”

“No.”

“Five days.”

“Three.”

“Four days.”

“Three.”

Poe sighed. “Three days of rest, better bacta, and the chance to move around on my own, today. I can’t even remember the last time I was able to –“

“You’ve been here with me for 39 days, pilot,” Hux volunteered, a smile pulling at the edges of his lips. “It appears we have our terms. Do you accept?”

Hux waited for Poe to nod in approval before calling a familiar service droid to have Poe released from his chains. The pilot nearly fell under his own weight as he was let go, steadying himself against the wall as he struggled to gather his bearings. He glanced down at his forearm and was genuinely surprised to see the blade hadn’t left any real damage.

“I suppose a shirt is out of the question?” he asked, trying to catch his breath.

“Should have included that in our deal, Dameron,” Hux replied, clucking his tongue on his way back to his seat on the couch. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like the information I requested. Sit.”

Poe hesitated briefly before realizing he’d rather not screw up the opportunity he’d found himself with; he’d have a much easier time formulating an escape while not chained to a wall. Begrudgingly, he limped over to the couch across from Hux, plopping his body down onto the leather with very little grace.

Hux leaned back in comfort, a sight different from the half-naked pilot huddled in on himself across from him.

“Now, tell me your relationship with Lord Ren. Spare no details.”

Poe took a deep breath and tried to maneuver into a position that didn’t make his unhealed wounds ache. Finding no such position, he settled for wrapping a hand over his sore ribs as he allowed himself to slouch against the cushions. The couch had never looked comfortable from his position against the wall, but in that moment, it felt like a bed of clouds.

“What do you want from him? You could just ask him to suck your dick if you’re so in love with him. He might do it.”

“Watch yourself, Dameron,” Hux snarled. “Tell me your relationship with Lord Ren.”

“We were friends, me and Ben. Back when he, you know, was ‘Ben’. Our moms were close so we ended up spending a lot of time together.”

Hux leaned forward with interest, resting his elbows on his knees as he locked eyes with this prisoner. “And? When did you become lovers?”

“What?! Lovers?” Poe asked, hissing as he accidentally jostled himself into a painful spot. “We weren’t ever ‘lovers’, where did you hear that?”

“I have watched your interrogation tape dozens of times, pilot. He treats you differently. There’s a familiarity and intimacy that I’ve never seen demonstrated with other prisoners.”

“Well, yeah, obviously. We were friends. I’ve known him since I was 2 years old.”

Hux leaned back, face scrunched in disbelief. “No, it’s more than that. You’re telling me that you never had feelings for each other?”

Poe shook his head. “No, I’ve never had feelings for Ben. We never shared feelings for each other.”

“Ahhh, so that’s it!” the General said, beaming. “You were never an item but it doesn’t mean he wasn’t in love with you.”

“You’re insane, do you know that?”

Hux continued, ignoring him. “But if he’s so in love with you, why hasn’t he come to bargain for your life? I offered you up for a very reasonable price. What is it about you that he is so drawn to?”

The pilot laughed again, instantly regretting the pain that shot through his chest. “Man, I don’t know. You underestimate how stubborn Ben can be. I’d only assume he’s even more stubborn now. Either that, or maybe you’re so repulsive that even I’m not worth it to him.”

“Such a nasty tongue of yours. I’m surprised you’ve kept it this long.” Hux leaned back and locked his hands together in front of him, gesturing with his eyes to something behind the pilot.

Poe never saw the needle that entered the soft space between his shoulder blades, but he could feel the familiar debilitating serum coursing down his spine. He whirled around in a panic, slapping the syringe away from the service droid before losing all control in his arms and legs. Poe fell to the ground, struggling on numbing limbs to crawl towards the door.

Poe could feel the thick serum climbing up his throat as he tried to speak before it overtook him. “Y-y-you s-said we h-had a d-d-deal…”

“And you put your trust in the man who paid half a million credits to have you dragged here to be tortured. Not very wise, pilot,” Hux gloated, helping Poe to the floor with a boot on his back. “You lot are so gullible, but I do appreciate the insight around our dear Lord Ren. You’ve been moderately helpful but I’m afraid there will be no break for you today. You’re due with a very eager General in a few hours and we need to get you ready.”

Hux lifted his foot off of Poe’s back, gesturing to the service droid to haul Poe against the wall while they awaited the Stormtroopers to gather him up.

As his eyes rolled back in his head he heard a knock at the door, catching a glimpse of a large black form in the doorway before he passed out completely.

Whoops! Forgot to label this chapter 6.

<3

I love this so much! Thank you for writing it, anon!!!

Warnings for near death experiences and asphyxiation

-

The attack came out of nowhere, shots hitting the ship and sending warnings blaring through the cockpit.

“I can get us through this.” Poe shouts back to Finn whose currently manning the guns. “If you can get a few shots off to get them off our tails that would be great though!”

Finn grunts an acknowledgement and Poe can hear the sound of him cursing as he misses. Poe focuses instead on trying to get them away from the attacking ship, ignoring for the moment the very loud and insistent red lights going off on the dashboard in front of him. He’s still got control of the ship and that’s what matters right now.

There’s another direct hit to the right side of the ship and Poe thinks fuck it and decides to subscribe to the Han Solo method of hyperspace travel and hits doesn’t bother putting in any coordinates as he send them into hyperspace. At this point they’re either going to get blown to pieces by an attack or by coming out of hyperspace inside an asteroid belt or planet if they’re unlucky. Still they have more chance of success with hyperspace travel.

It’s only once the proximity alarms stop going off that Poe takes a look at the state of the ship and curses loudly.

“How bad is it?” Finn asks, coming up behind him and leaning on the pilot’s chair. He’s acting over casual but Poe knows he’s worried him.

“Cracked hull, we’ve lost most of the weapons systems, landing gear is totalled. . .” Poe lips his lips nervously, not wanting to read out the last warning on shuttle. “Oxygen has been hit. . .l-life support is failing.”

Finn is quiet for the longest time and Poe tries to focus on seeing if he can’t divert power from other areas of the ship, maybe there’s someway he can stave off the inevitable. He almost wants to laugh because one of the few things that does seem to be functional is the distress beacon.

Slowly he eases them out of hyper drive and laughs when they don’t immediately get blown to smithereens. (Although that may have been a better alternative than slowly asphyxiating to death.) There’s a small asteroid field not far and he lands the shuttle on one of the bigger rocks.

“How long do we have?” Finn asks Poe suddenly, voice subdued.

Poe looks back down at the alarm and calculates their best odds and worst. “Two hours tops if we shut down most of the extra systems and reroute the oxygen to this room only, and lower the output to the minimum possible.” Even as he speaks Poe’s already doing just that, he wants to give them their best shot possible. They can feel the difference in the air immediately, breathing becomes just that much harder.

In the back of his mind he’s wondering what the odds would be that he could take Finn out and lock him in a smaller room and divert the oxygen there. Doing so may give him an extra hour or two, hopefully giving him enough time to be rescued. Someone has go stay out here in case they get a message and Poe wouldn’t mind dying slowly if it means that Finn can live.

“Whatever your plotting right now stop it.” Poe startles and looks up at Finn in shock. “I know you flyboy; know how self sacrificing you are. If we’re going to die like this I want to do it together, and only because I know you won’t let me sacrifice myself either.”

“Damn right I won’t!” He can’t refute Finn’s claim about his self-sacrificing thoughts and if they’re going to die at least they can be together in their last moments . . . that wouldn’t be so bad.

Finn’s hand squeezes Poe’s shoulder. “Is there any chance of rescue?”

Poe nods glad to have a temporary distraction if nothing else. “Our distress beacon is flashing loud and clear. There’s no guarantee a friendly face will pick it up or someone will get here in time but. . .well we can hope right?”

Hope and each other, those are really the only two things they have going for them right now.

“Let’s take a look and see if there’s not anything we can do before we give into despair alright?”

It’s better than waiting around for the inevitable. “Alright, let’s get to work then.”

-

Half an hour later they call it quits, there’s no fixing the oxygen and no amount of burnt fingers and frustrated curses will fix that. Poe feels the first real waves of helplessness as he falls back against the wall, Finn joins him moments later and Poe curls up against him. They’ve both become acclimatized to the lower oxygen levels but it does leave them feeling exhausted.

“I’m sorry.” Poe says suddenly, squeezing his eyes tightly shut, this is all his fault.

Finn’s hand goes to his hair petting it comfortingly as Poe grabs Finn’s free hand. “What for?”

“For getting you into this hopeless mess; I should have gone on this mission alone like I was supposed to.” There are tears helpless tears gathering in Poe’s eyes. “Because of me you’re never going to experience all the life that there is out there. All the love. . .”

The hand in Poe’s hair moves to cup his face, forcing Poe to look up into Finn’s soulful dark eyes. “Poe, I would take these last two years by your side over a lifetime with anyone else.”

A sob bubbles up from Poe’s chest, and he throws himself into Finn’s arms. It doesn’t erase the guilt or the pain, but to know that Finn loves him that much. Poe can feel Finn shaking as from his won tears and he wants nothing more than to will them away because Finn should never have to be sad or afraid.

That’s how they remain for the longest time, curled up in each other’s arms offering and drawing comfort. Poe pulls away only enough to lean up and press his quivering lips to Finn’s tasting the salt of his tears. Finn’s arms tighten around him as he returns the bittersweet kiss.

Slowly they draw apart, Poe presses another kiss to Finn’s nose and then both is cheeks. “Do you remember that time on Evra Prime?”

Finn raises an eyebrow, shifting and pulling Poe back into his arms. “That time where you almost offered to become a male escort or the part where I fucked you against the window of our hotel room to show the entire city you were mine.”

Poe can feel himself blushing at the memory; that had been a particularly hot and unforgettable night. “Not exactly, but now at least I’ve got that memory playing in my head.” He elbows Finn in the side when the other man laughs. “I was thinking of the wedding ceremony we witnessed.’

“Yeah, I remember.” Poe can hear a smile in Finn’s voice. “It was a beautiful ceremony.”

The wedding was simple, only a small group of what was likely close friends and family gathered together. It was the symbolism and sense of unity of the ceremony itself that had struck both Poe and Finn so strongly.

Poe grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tore a long strip of fabric off it. Holding one side of the strip, Poe took Finn’s hand with his other and began to weave the fabric between their wrists in a figure eight or more precisely an infinity symbol. “May my life be intertwined with your for all of our lives, forever now and until the end of time.”

Nervously Poe holds the end of the makeshift ribbon out to Finn waiting with baited breath to see if Finn will accept it. When Finn reaches over and takes the ribbon with his free hand, Poe can feel his fingers trembling as they brush Poe’s own.

Carefully Finn continues wrapping their wrists together. “May our spirits soar together from this life to the net and may our hearts never be parted.”

“One heart, one body, one soul, for now and all of eternity.” They finish together, gazing into each others eyes.

“I love you Finn, now and forever.”

Finn leans forward and carefully claims Poe’s lips in a chaste kiss. “I love you Poe Dameron, forever and always.”

This time their kiss is more than just a brush of the lips, it’s desperate and full of sorrow. It’s a kiss of new lives, a promise, and a goodbye all at once. Poe’s heart feels like it is being ripped from his chest and he knows that Finn must be feeling the same way.

The alarms warning about their oxygen supply being critically low cause them to jerk apart and Poe stands on shaky legs once they’ve unwound the ribbon between then, to go and see what the verdict is.

“Half an hour and that’s only if we try and conserve out oxygen; limited movement and we shouldn’t talk unless we have to.” He looks at the communicator in hopes that there’s a message waiting there to tell them that help is coming. There is nothing and any hope Poe has been holding on to evaporates.

Finn doesn’t say anything to the grim news, instead he holds out his hand for Poe to come join him once again on the floor. “It won’t be so bad Poe, we’ll curly up together, and close our eyes. It will be just like falling asleep.” Finn touches their forehead together, gazing into Poe’s eyes. “We’ll be together every step of the way.”

Helpless and at a loss of what to say, Poe instead rearranges himself so he’s lying on the floor, pulling Finn down with him and the curling up to him. He takes Finn’s hands in his own, giving each a kiss. “I’m not afraid of what’s beyond this life as long as I’m with you.”

“It’s going to be great.” Finn reassures him, making himself comfortable and entwining his legs with Poe’s. “I know it will be.”

Poe’s not so sure, but he wants to believe in Finn’s words. He knows that Jedi who are strong in the Force come back as Force Ghosts but normal people like he and Finn don’t have the Force. The next step is a mystery to them.

He wonders if he’ll see his mother there. Hopefully she’ll love Finn as much as Poe does. There’s a brief pang in his heart as he thinks about his father back on Yavin IV all alone. Sorry Papa.

Soon enough Poe finds his eyes getting heavy, the sound of the alarm becoming no more than just a background noise. Instead he listens only to the sound of his and Finn’s own breaths mingling slowly. Distantly he realizes that he’s beginning to get cold but he can’t find the energy to get up and find an emergency blanket to wrap around them both.

“Poe,” Finn’s voice is weak and barely above a whisper. “I’m scared.”

Swallowing back more tears, Poe presses himself as close to Finn as he can mange, wanting no more space between them. “Me too buddy, but we’re together just like you said and that’s all that matters.” He wants to say more but it’s getting too hard to form words, his chest is aching and suddenly he can’t even hear Finn’s voice anymore. Soon his eyes are falling shut and all he has left is the feeling of Finn pressed tightly against him, and eventually even that sensation fades away.

-

Poe wakes with a great gulp of air and panics when he realizes not only is he strapped down but there’s something in his throat. Desperately he tries to free himself and grab at whatever is in his throat.

Soon there are hands on him holding him down and someone is speaking to him calmly. “Commander I need you to calm down so that I can remove the respirator tube. You’re in medbay and the tube was to help you breathe.” Poe stills and the person he recognizes as Doctor Kalonia speaks to him again. “There we go; I’m going to pull out the tube now so just keep relaxed.”

The sensation of the tube being removed isn’t pleasant and Poe reminds himself to never get himself in a situation that would require it ever again. Coughing he looks around in confusion, memory still fuzzy. “W-what happened?” His voice comes out raspy and the pain from speaking causes him to cough harshly.

Doctor Kalonia hands him a small cup with a blue liquid in it which she instructs Poe to swallow. It’s vile but it does ease the pain in Poe’s throat. “You and Finn were found on your shuttle unconscious and almost completely asphyxiated by Rey and Chewy. They were able to administer basic medical treatment before rushing you both back here.”

The mention of Finn has Poe trying to bolt up out of the bed once again. “Finn! Where is he? Is he okay?”

He gets pushed to lie back down on the bed by Doctor Kalonia, whose voice remains patient and soothing as she answers his questions. “Finn is fine. He woke up yesterday and we removed his breathing tube. He’s recovering in a private room which we will move you into once we’ve given you a full check-up, alright?”

As much as Poe wants to go right to Finn he nods his consent. It wouldn’t do to undo all the work the doctors have done to keep him alive and help him heal. Once he’s given a clean bill of health aside from taking it easy and a small inhaler in case he had trouble breathing, Poe is moved into the same room as Finn.

Finn is fast asleep and Poe itches to crawl into bed with him, which he does as soon as the doctor’s leave the room. It takes more work than Poe would care to admit to move the few feet between their beds but it’s worth it.

“Looks like we made it buddy.” Poe tells his unconscious lover, or is it husbands now? He wonders, thinking back to their private ceremony on the crippled ship. He’ll have to ask Finn when he wakes, along with asking him properly if he’ll accept Poe’s hand in marriage. Sighing in relief Poe kisses Finn’s cheek and the moves to kiss his lips, he’s surprised when he feel’s Finn’s mouth move against his own but he doesn’t pull away.

Even so they do eventually need to part for air and when they do they spend a moment communicating with just their eyes. Finally Finn smiles and Poe lets out a surprised sound when Finn pulls him tight against his body. “We made it husband of mine.” The smile he offers Poe is so radiant that Poe wonders if he’s been blinded.

“We sure did husband, and we’re going to keep surviving together.” There’s so many more things that Poe wants to say, but for now he settles on the classic. “I love you Finn Dameron.”

Finn’s smile turns up several watts. “And I love you to Poe Dameron. Now and forever.”

Now and forever, Poe thinks as he curls up with Finn, and is glad that their now isn’t over just yet. Forever can wait just a little while for a little longer as can ‘til death do us part.’

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