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Poe is captured by the First Order again, only this time Kylo Ren has leverage - he can see the images of the traitor stormtrooper in Poe's mind, including very tender memories of their first kiss, first time making love, Finn's first time flying, Finn waking up from his coma, etc.

This time Kylo is going to take these memories from him one by one, enjoying Poe writhing under his hands as they are stripped away, enjoying Poe tearfully begging Kylo to stop. Works better than torture.

+++if Poe tries to hide what they've done from a Finn be doesn't quite remember fully after he is rescued/Kylo returns him.

God yes
+1

OMG

Please god yes.

So I'm not sure if this is really what OP wanted but I really loved the prompt so I thought I'd give it a go! Don't let it stop anyone else from filling it though!

***

Their first kiss happens almost by accident. Both drunk and happy and breathless. Poe slings an arm over Finn’s shoulders and the younger man tucks his head, laughing, and suddenly their faces are so close, their mouths almost touching. This close Poe can see Finn’s pupils dilating, spiralling wide until his irises are thin slivers, until Finn’s already dark eyes look pitch black. The stormtrooper’s gaze is flickering over Poe’s face: his eyes, his lips, a loose thread of hair curling over his forehead. Poe thinks, we’re going to kiss and then he thinks, he’s not going to kiss me and his heart throbs at the base of his throat so strongly that he’s not even sure he’s breathing. Finn bites his lip.

Poe doesn’t see Finn kiss him. He closes his eyes. But he feels his lips, full and warm and soft, fluttering against his own and the sweet puff of his breath and the smooth skin of his cheek. For a long moment they are both frozen beneath the kiss before Poe tilts his head to press his mouth more firmly to Finn’s. Finn hums and they can both feel the curve of his lips as he smiles. Poe’s smiling too. He pulls back to look at the younger man - only it's his own face he sees staring back at him.

It’s always disconcerting, going so suddenly from looking through someone’s eyes to looking into them.

One of Poe’s eyes is ringed with purple, the white of it so bloodshot it looks red. Another bruise is blooming on his jaw and his lip is split wide, leaking crimson blood down his chin. He’s shaking but Kylo doesn’t think it’s from the pain.

“I didn’t take you for the voyeuristic type - sick bastard,” he says and spits, grinning macabrely through the blood. Kylo refuses to rise to the taunt.

“Such pleasant memories,” he whispers instead and ghosts a leather-clad hand through the pilot’s dark curls. Matted blood catches on his fingers and Poe flinches, tries to duck away from Kylo’s hand. “What is the attraction,” his fist tightens convulsively and the pilot lets out a stunted cry of pain, “in a filthy traitor like him?”

Poe lunges against the restraints. Spit shines on his lips as he snarls, “he’s a better man than you will ever be,” and Kylo steps back to avoid the snap of his teeth.

“A touchy subject, hmm?” Kylo raises his hand again although this time he doesn’t touch the pilot. Poe’s eyes are wide and shining, as if only now realising his mistake, and then Kylo is no longer looking into them.

There’s hot skin beneath his lips. Salt on his tongue. Poe trails a hand across rigid muscles, which tremble beneath his touch and his hand slides further, wraps firmly around the joystick of his x-wing. Suddenly Finn is sitting beside him rather than beneath him, Poe’s mind closing around the previous memory like a steel trap and shutting Kylo out.

The shock almost forces Kylo out of Poe’s head entirely. He hadn’t anticipated the pilot having any defenses at all and the force of the resistance genuinely surprises him. But the sith rides it out. Every memory with the traitor is valuable and the pounding of Poe’s heart tells him this one is valuable as well.

Finn is sweating in the seat beside him, the dark skin at his temple damp and shiny in the blooming sunlight. His hands flutter nervously around the console: flighty birds, unsure where to land. Poe can practically feel the nerves vibrating off of him.

“Just...calm down buddy,” he says, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice. “You’re gonna do great.”

“Yeah - yeah, you’re right. I can do this.” Finn’s hands clamp decisively around the controls but the shy look he shoots Poe suggests another story.

Poe smiles reassuringly, offers: “I’ll be here the whole time,” and rests his hand on his friend’s shoulder. The new flight suit is rough beneath his palm. Fingertips brush against the soft skin peeking over the collar of Finn’s suit and electricity sparks through Poe’s entire body. Suddenly the air in the cockpit seems too thin. Poe can’t breathe.

Finn doesn’t seem to notice. Around them the x-wing hums into life and Poe is distracted for a moment by the familiar rush of adrenaline he feels each time he flies. Beside him Finn makes an odd little sound - half excitement and half fear - before easing back on the controls, propelling them smoothly into the air. They level out and the younger man turns, a huge white grin on his face, and Poe is whooping, happiness bubbling up through his chest and spilling out of his mouth, uncontrollable.

Poe whimpers as Kylo pulls out of the memory. Tears are already shining in his eyes, trembling against dark lashes - and Kylo hasn’t even started yet.

“Why is he so special to you?”

The pilot shakes his head, silent, and his brows are drawn low over his shining eyes.

Kylo leans forward until he’s a breath away from that honey-brown face. “I could take him from you,” he whispers, vicious, and Poe goes perfectly still.

“You’ll never touch him,” he grinds out between his teeth. The muscle of his jaw jumps. Kylo can practically hear the thundering of his pulse.

“I don’t need to.”

The memory is easy to bring to the front of Poe’s mind. A wide, bright smile - something the pilot has seen a hundred times. It is harder to remove it. The thing about memories is that they are almost impossible to entirely erase, no matter how powerful your skill. Kylo can cut the connections but he cannot prevent the event from having happened.

So he cuts the connections.

Poe screams as he does it, head thrashing, arms and legs straining helplessly against the restraints, fists clenched so hard that his knuckles pop. Kylo is not careful. Heavy-handed. Tearing the memory from the web of Poe’s mind with inelegant strokes. Eventually Finn’s smile is fully sheared from his head - not eliminated but inaccessible - gone just like that. Poe slumps like a puppet with his strings cut, chest heaving, sweat shining slickly on his skin. He blinks dazedly and tears spill over his cheeks and dribble down his neck into the hollow of his collarbones.

“Please,” he whispers, “please - don’t -” And his voice is broken glass.

Kylo smiles humourlessly, tilts Poe’s chin up until he can see the whites of his eyes. The hot puff of his breath washes over Ren’s skin as he pants and a little thrill races down the sith’s spine.

“I’m going to tear him from you piece by piece,” he snarls.

And he does.

There’s no particular order to the memories Kylo takes. A touch, a kiss, a laugh. He tears and rends them all from Poe’s mind. The pilot screams and moans, begs and cries weakly, grasping tight to each memory and then, once it is gone, shaking confusedly, unsure of what it is exactly that he’s lost.

And Kylo ensures that Poe knows which memory is going to be taken before he takes it. He drags the memory of Finn’s first flight to the forefront, feeling as he does so, an echo of Poe’s joy bubbling in his chest, and watches as the pilot’s eyes flash wide with fear.

“No,” he gasps and the word turns into a moan. “Please, please, you can’t.” Tears stream unabashedly down his face and he writhes against the restraints, his arm jerking as if he could reach out and stop Kylo. “Please.”

Kylo watches impassively, ignoring the hot buzz at the base of his spine as Poe whines. The memory runs through again - the traitor’s shy smile and fluttering hands - before Ren tears its connections from his mind.

There is no scream this time. Poe’s cries seem to have turned into one long moan, his head lolling against the metal chair, twitching weakly. A shiver trembles through Kylo’s body, like electricity against his skin and again he wades ruthlessly into his victim’s mind.

Their first kiss. Poe is sobbing weakly, no words anymore, just wet, formless suffering. The day Finn woke from his coma - Kylo’s mouth twists bitterly at that - and Poe whines, barely audible, throat working.

Eventually, Kylo has torn through almost all of Poe’s memories of the traitor and the pilot is hanging limp, silent and broken. Any resistance is gone now and Ren can taste salt on his tongue and hot skin beneath his touch.

“Please,” Poe whispers with a sudden surge of energy, and then those memories are gone too and his brows furrow with confusion, unsure what he was pleading for. Kylo cups his face gently and Poe lets his head rest against his gloved palm, eyes glazed, a little child lost.

“There,” Kylo says softly, “he’s gone now.” And Poe starts to cry. Kylo pulls his hand back, tucking it neatly into the folds of his cloak and, taking one last look back at the crumpled figure of Poe Dameron, sweeps out of the room.

I should not be liking this as much as I do, but I just love how vicious Kylo is here. He's not even pretending to interrogate Poe, he just enjoys inflicting pain and it's quite scary (and awesome!) to see how evil he has actually become.

I'll still be rooting for Poe's eventual rescue and recovery, though. :)

Great start, AA!

OP here and I am SO sorry, anon, for being late to comment. That was wow - exactly what I wanted. So good. I'm looking forward to more!!! Expectations have been WAY surpassed. Thank got very much.

Hey guys sorry for the late reply, I went on holiday and then completely forgot about this! Thank you for your awesome comments, I'm really glad you're enjoying it :)

***

“Poe...Poe…”

Someone touches his cheek. Real contact, not just in his head. Poe flinches and pain slices through his skull, shoots like electricity down his spine. He groans.

“Finn!” Blood roars in Poe’s ears and nearly drowns out the girl’s voice. Rey’s voice. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

She sounds worried. Poe wants to reassure her but his throat is so dry, like a desert, like Jakku. He tries to slur her name but only sand comes out. She moves closer - the rustle of her clothes - and someone touches his face again.

It’s not Rey. The hands are big against his face - long fingers wrapping almost the whole way round his skull - and soft. Softer than Rey’s scavenger hands have probably ever been. They feel nice. Poe lets his head hang in their makeshift cradle and doesn’t wonder who they belong to.

“Poe?” It’s the first voice again, deeper than Rey’s and not as familiar. It sounds nice - sounds like the hands feel, soft and wide and supportive. “Open your eyes buddy, we’re gonna get you out of here.”

They’re getting him out of here?

Poe’s not even sure exactly where here is but he wants to go with them. With Rey and the hands. He forces his eyes open, blinking against the blur, and it takes more effort than it should but he manages it.

There’s a face. Dark brown eyes beneath a furrowed brow and Poe feels a jolt of recognition. A crashed plane and Poe screaming into the desert, the man lying in a bacta-tank. Poe struggles to remember but it feels as though there’s a brick wall in the way; he knows the man but he isn’t sure how.

“Fi-?” The name doesn’t come out properly. His tongue feels numb, laying in his mouth like a dead thing. He isn’t even sure if it’s the right name but the man’s face lights up at the attempt.

“Yeah Poe it’s me,” he says and smiles. Beautiful, Poe thinks dazedly. “Rey’s here too,” the man adds almost as an afterthought. “She’s doing some force thing to make sure Ren doesn’t find us and Jess and Wexley are outside.”

Jess, Wexley - he knows who they are - and Ren. Poe feels his whole body go cold. That’s where he is: with the first order, being tortured. Again.

The man - Finn? - must see the panic flash across Poe’s face because the hands tighten and he ducks his head closer to the pilot’s. “Hey, he’s not gonna find us ok? Rey?”

Rey appears over his shoulder. For a moment her face hangs in the darkness, pale as the moon, before she disappears again. Poe isn’t sure how long she’s gone. He’s losing time...forgetting? A clunk snaps him back to consciousness and then Poe is slumping forward, boneless, into Finn’s waiting arms.

He loses more time as they half-carry, half-drag him back to the waiting ship. Despite Rey’s force protection they move quietly, on hushed breaths and thundering heartbeats and Jess and Wexley are statues in the ship - not even moving to check on Poe when they finally haul him through the door. BB-8 cheeps softly and it sounds grotesquely loud in the hush of the cabin.

The silence lasts long after they’ve cleared First Order controlled space. With nothing but the reassuring hum of the x-wing engines Poe can feel himself being lulled back into unconsciousness. His head sags against the metal bench that Rey and FInn had deposited him on. Eventually someone touches his shoulder and he snaps back into painful awareness.

“Are you ok?” Rey whispers, face looming over him in the semi-darkness and Poe struggles to sit up, stretching sore muscles - stiff from the restraints. Pain radiates dully from the bruises on his face and ribs, but the beating had been more of a formality than any real torture and there’s very little actual damage done.

“I’m fine,” he tells her quietly and smiles, feeling his lip split again with the movement. His head throbs, a remnant of the real torture he had endured and he is reminded vividly of his last stay with the first order when BB-8 had been torn so viciously from his mind. Poe wonders what was taken from him this time.

“How long was I gone?”

“A few days.” Rey follows his gaze to the cockpit, where Finn is talking quietly to Jess. “Finn figured out where they were keeping you.”

Poe watches the man. Wonders where he could know him from and why he seems so weirdly familiar. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Rey says, “he really loves you, you know.”

Poe doesn’t know what to say to that. In his head he says, I don’t even know him, how could he love me? But another voice, somewhere right at the back of his mind, whispers that it isn’t true and that even if it were Rey would not want to hear it.

Thankfully Poe is rescued from answering by Finn himself, who ducks into a crouch beside them, a relieved grin on his face.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks, echoing Rey’s concern. A hand stretches out as if to stroke Poe’s hair and the gesture looks absent-minded - familiar - but the pilot can’t help flinching away from it and the memory of Kylo’s hand doing the same thing only hours earlier. Finn’s face creases with concern but he drops the hand immediately and doesn’t move to touch him again.

“Fine,” Poe says stiffly. A belated answer to Finn’s question. Neither he nor Rey seem comforted by it.

There’s a strained silence. Poe’s head throbs nauseatingly and he closes his eyes against his rescuers’ anxious faces. BB-8 rolls up to the little group, nudging under Poe’s limp arm, and beeps inquisitively. Poe rests a hand against the cool dome of their head and feels comforted.

“Do you...” Finn falters and trails off and Poe doesn't bother opening his eyes. “What did Ren want?”

Poe suppresses another flinch and says, “I don’t know. I-I can’t remember-” And a frown passes across his face. It worries him, the fact that Kylo had seemed to have so little purpose. And the fact that if he did have one Poe can no longer remember it.

Rey and Finn trade a look that Poe can’t read.

Finn - where does he remember his name from? - offers him a reassuring smile and touches his knee in a way that suggests a familiarity Poe can’t attach to his face. The pilot forces himself not to jerk away even when Finn rubs a thumb against his flight suit. Unease creeps through him and camps in his stomach. He feels as though he should know the man and yet his memories are a blank space filled with curious fragments of someone else’s life.

“We’re home,” Wexley calls from the cockpit and Finn pulls his hand back, much to Poe’s relief.

The tense atmosphere dispels as soon as wheels touch earth. Wexley is out of his seat, crouching before Poe, gripping his shoulder with none of the hesitation of Rey or Finn. He's grinning so wide his face must hurt. Jess drops open the bay door and lets out a little whoop.They're home.

“Welcome back buddy,” Snap says, giving Poe’s shoulder a little shake. The pilot offers his own smile and takes the outstretched hand so his friend can haul him to his feet. He's home. He's safe. There's a warm little bubble of happiness in his chest at the thought and not even Finn’s steadying hand on his back can dampen it.

“Thanks,” he says with feeling, “it’s good to be back.” And if anyone notices the wobble in his voice they don't mention it.

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