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It had started out as merely sexual, just as so much of
their relationship had. Two sets of gnashing teeth intent on consuming the
other with the promise of ‘just this once’ perpetually falling from their
swollen and split lips. Yet over time their oft violent and drunken nights took
on a form of routine. They began to learn what made the other tick – and more
importantly what made them twitch. Hux could not say how they fell into these
roles they had made for themselves. His only claim was that he did not submit
without a fight.

The total relinquishing of control had been always been a
deep fear of the General’s. Ren had of course relished in taking advantage of
this. Neither had expected Hux to do the same. It had become the centerpiece of
their sexual relationship. When Hux knelt before Kylo he was stripped of his
title, his pride, of all of it until only Armitage was left. Firm hands and
thick leather eased his mind of all his troubles. Reduced only to sensations Hux learned how to breathe again.

But as weeks turned to months Hux found it bleeding into
other aspects of his daily life. What had once been limited to collars and gags
became the firm sensation of an invisible hand on his shoulder when the Supreme
Leader so casually insulted him; a grip at the back of his neck when an
unprofessional comment threatened to snap back at some unsuspecting tech on the
bridge. In the privacy of his quarters when reports of damage and loss in the
wake of battle threatened to send him into a spiraling panic, the closing
around his throat silenced the cacophonous noise inside his head until there
was only peace left.

And remembering to breathe.