techiehux:
He flinches, face a grimace and heart aching. Too far, Hux. Techie does not like his family; yes, that’s true. But to be hated here, too? He can’t take it.
Techie swallows dry and becomes acutely aware of the sneers and jeers directed towards them. So many people <i>watching</i> him. He reaches out to gently touch Hux’s arm, face pleading. “C-can we talk about this somewh-where less public?”
He bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. Their stares are making his head spin.
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Absolutely not.
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He tugged his arm away from Techie’s grasp with startling cruelty. Blood alone did not a family make… and the brothers Hux shared only half of it, to begin with.
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You made your bed, Brother.
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He spat that last word with such utter disdain that it would leave even the strongest man reeling,
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…Now you will lie in it. Pray tell, what ever is the matter? Is attention not what you craved from the start… you revolting slattern?
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“Not this kind of attention, and you know it!” Techie hisses, jaw tense. The urge to strike Hux across his prim, haughty face and fall into an outright brawl is almost too much to take; they’re both evenly matched in weight though his brother hides it well with those bulky greatcoats. Techie could do it, would do it. If he wasn’t a better person.
Frustrated and still agonizingly horny (God fucking damn it), Techie seethes, “Would you l-let me be a whore like your m-mother was in peace?! I’ll do as I damn well please! At least I’m enough of a faggot to n-not knock a girl up and make a bastard kid like you!”
Techie moves to push past Hux and leave. He’ll go to another bar, find a handsome man to fuck him senseless, and forget alllll about this debacle. Good plan.
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