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One more small section before I have to get ready for work. This prompt is entirely too much fun.
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This is how, ten years after the fact, Kylo Ren stands poised at the entrance to the bridge, prepared to get his wish and encounter his first omega in heat.

He knows what to expect. He spent the last week scouring the First Order’s restricted HoloNet access for everything to do with alphas and omegas, weeding out the most egregiously outrageous examples (he really didn’t think Hux was going to suddenly invite two of his friends to join them, even if he was a ravenous omega) and patching it with his remembered knowledge from Supreme Leader’s helpful pamphlets. Kylo feels like he has a good idea of how things will progress.

Secondary sex characteristics seemed to depend a lot on smell. As soon as Hux, in his heightened state, became aware of Kylo’s manly alpha scent (he had eschewed using the shower this morning just in case) he would become aroused. He would probably resist, because it was Hux and Hux never wanted to let Kylo have anything nice, but within a few minutes his mating instincts would take over, his pupils would dilate, his pale skin would flush, and he would throw himself straight at Kylo’s cock (he had eschewed underwear as well to make it easier), while making flattering comments about the size and impressiveness of Kylo’s erection. At which point it will be Kylo’s responsibility as the alpha to lift Hux bodily over his shoulder, ignoring his needy whimpers and roving hands, and carry him back to his chambers where they would then fuck like horny lothcats intermittently for the next 3-4 day cycles.

Kylo is quite looking forward to all of this.

It had occurred to him, with more glee than remorse, that doing all of this on the bridge, in front of their command staff, is going to cause Hux no end of embarrassment once he regains his senses. But Hux has made himself impossible to find lately. Kylo had tracked the days since he went off his suppressants, counting down the average time before a reactive heat could be expected as his hormones righted themselves. But as the days ticket down, Hux became scarcer and scarcer. Now, Kylo thinks he’s barely left the bridge all day.

It is not- technically speaking- necessary for either of them to be on the bridge. Hux may be the highest ranking First Order officer aboard, but they have captains to handle the dull, everyday piloting of the ship.

Kylo suspects that he may be hiding out. The bridge crew are all betas.

The first thing Kylo notices as he steps onto the bridge is that it is half-empty. The radar technicians, the auxiliary pilots, all non-essential crew seem to be absent. Those that remain are… afraid. Kylo reaches out through the Force, taking a measure of the room. There’s a palpable sense of anxiety in the air. They’re scared of something.

“Lieutenant, have you completed that sector scan?” Hux snaps, striding into view across the catwalk that covers the recessed computer banks. His normally perfectly slicked hair is breaking out in a frizz; the soft golden strands refusing to lay flat.

“Yes, sir!” a small voice chimes back from the pit.

“And?”

“N-nothing, sir!”

“Did you check for sub-atmospheric frequencies? They may be hiding on one of the planets.”

“I- no, sir.”

“Why not?” Hux grates out.

“…because you didn’t tell me to…? Sir.”

Everything on the bridge goes deathly quiet.

“How old are you, officer?” Hux says with sinuous calm. He hovers on the catwalk above the cringing petty officer’s workstation.

“Twenty-four, sir.”

“So for twenty-four years, you’ve managed to survive without me to do your thinking for you?”

“I- yes, sir.”

“Do you think, if you try very hard, you can manage the next ten minutes?”

“Yes, sir!”

“What are you going to do? Now think very carefully- that’s when your brain starts making all those funny little noises that sound like words. I’m sure you remember how. ”

“…Run the sector scan again, this time checking for sub-atmospheric frequencies?” His voice trembles.

“Congratulations, officer, at this rate you may one day mentally outpace a dianoga.”

There is an audible sigh as a dozen people collectively let out the breaths they had been holding. Hux stalks over to one of the pilots, his movement whip-quick and agitated, bending his long frame at the waist to lean over the back of her chair. The pilot points one shaking hand at a hovering section of a holo star chart, clearly reluctant to ask the general for some kind of input.

Kylo takes this as his cue to approach.

“The next person who asks me an idiotic question is getting sent for reconditioning,” Hux snarls over his shoulder to the room at large. Kylo pauses.

He wonders, briefly, if perhaps he’s miscalculated the days planning for Hux’s heat to take effect. But no- his math is sound. In addition to their helpful diagrams, Supreme Leader’s pamphlets were very clear on the length of time between anestrous and estrous. He simply expected to find the man less agitated and more pliable. More languishing. Clearly the lack of relief for his heat has made the general tense and irritable.

Kylo thinks, with no small degree of anticipation, that he will simply have to fuck it out of him.

“Ren!” Hux snaps. “Yes, I see you hovering back there, you great nerk. Either make yourself useful or get off my bridge.”

In deference to his omega’s irritable mood, Kylo resists the urge to respond that according to Supreme Leader, it is his bridge too and thus he has a right to hover wherever he wants.

(I pay attention)

Hux sounds like my angry, menopausal boss at my last job. The one I quit. The only job I've ever quit.

I love all of Kylo's anticipatory eschewing! And that he's already thinking of Hux as 'his omega', bless that idiot. Hux terrorizing the bridge staff is perrrrfect, I may be cackling at their stress, I may be enjoying this too much.

*hovers wherever it is on the bridge that's upwind of the general, in a cloud of alpha stench*

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