Scene from the first chapter of my fic Forced Perspective. Amazing art done by the incredibly talented @first-disorder
“Did you ask your Master for this fracking humiliation? Did you want him to enslave me, to hand me over like a kriffing toy?”
“Hux, no! I would never…” Horrified that Hux could think
such a thing, Kylo tries to push him away, but he’s slammed back before
he can get more than a few inches between them. “I had no idea my
Master was going to do
anything
like that until you stepped out of the shadows. But I couldn’t
exactly say I didn’t want you, not if I didn’t want you handed to
someone else.”“Then prove it,” Hux snaps back.
“How?”
“Take these chains off me. Kneel, and show me you’ll still be my good boy.” Hux almost purrs the last words, making Kylo weak in the
knees. They hadn’t played at power dynamics much in bed, but every time
he let Hux dominate him – oh, it was so good. Before he gives his hands permission, they’re fumbling at the
cuffs around Hux’s wrists, searching for some kind of locking
mechanism. He almost panics when he can’t find one. Surely Snoke
didn’t mean for Hux to be stuck like this forever?Hux snorts, reading the fear in Kylo’s face. “They’re Force
activated. He wanted to make sure only you or your merry little band of
misfits could free me.”When he probes at them with the Force, Kylo can feel the locking
mechanisms perfectly. They’re almost ordinary locks, if you ignore the
lack of keyhole. But when he manipulates the Force to open them, he
can feel a warning in the back of his mind. “If you take these off, Snoke will know.” Instead of reaching for the locks of the cuffs themselves,
Kylo unlatches the mechanism that holds the cuffs together. A similar
manipulation, and the chains are falling away from ankle shackles and
collar as well.“If you want me to kneel,” Kylo says, before Hux can protest the selective removal, “you’ll have to step back a bit.”
Full lips turn down at one corner in displeasure, but Hux
relents. A few steps away and Kylo sinks to his knees. No longer so
rigidly controlled, he can feel a wash of Hux’s pleasure at the sight.
More than that, he can see Hux’s blown pupils, barely a ring of vivid
green around the black.
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