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Hux knows it’s wrong, weird even, but Hux is a man who likes to get what he wants.

All it takes is a quick slice into the security holofeed of the gym Kylo Ren has chosen as his private training area. Hux watches him train with hungry eyes and, since the security cams follow Kylo into the sonics, he watches Ren there too.

He knows the computer is calculating human geometry, assessing textures and tones, building a data file that captures what it is to be Kylo Ren.

Or at least what it is to look like Kylo Ren. Hux knows that what he is is unattainable.

But he can have the next best thing. All it takes is a file upload from an anonymous server and some credits, and an excruciating wait.

When the delivery arrives, he has it sent to his private chambers without unpacking. He dismisses Kayfour and uses his override to deactivate his own security holofeed. As he opens the crate, his stomach flutters and he wonders if his legs will hold him. He brushes packing materials from its face and holds his breath.

It’s beautiful.

He can’t have Kylo Ren, but he can have this.

It’s not sophisticated. It’s not a true droid so there’s no chance of accidental awareness: it’s as sentient as his programmable sanisteam. Hux presses the little switch on the back of his— its head and the doll sits up and climbs out of its packaging. Hux can hardly wait but he forces himself to be cautious, to savour his first time with such an exquisitely crafted toy.

“Follow me,” he says, and walks to the bedroom. The doll obeys every one of a limited range of spoken commands without speaking back. Hux did not see the need for his toy to talk to him. He has him— he has it stand, turn around, sit, remove the short tunic he— it arrived in, lie on the bed, adopt a few pre-programmed alluring poses, and, finally, plug into a charging port.

He wants it so badly he almost touches himself. He wants to come over that pale chest and the face that looks like Kylo Ren’s without any of the disdain or anger. Instead he strokes its fibre hair, leans over and kisses it on its full, soft, cool lips. The doll’s mouth opens a little as heat and pressure sensors send signals to actuators in its polymer skeleton, and Hux sighs.

“Your name will be Kylo.”

The doll nods once.

Hux has duties to attend to. Playing with his doll will be his reward for a satisfactory shift on the bridge and a profitable conference with a few of their most generous investors. He manages to hide his haste to return to his chambers but wraps up the conference without his usual ten minutes of toadying and flattery once business is concluded.

The Kylo-doll is exactly where Hux left it. Hux calls for it and uses the sanisteam with Kylo-doll there to pass him his robe. He takes Kylo-doll’s hand and leads him— leads it to the living room and tells it to sit on the sofa. It does, sitting upright with his— its hands folded in its lap. Hux opens his robe, straddles it and tells it to fondle him while he kisses it. Kylo-doll complies with carefully engineered movements. Hux’s cock hardens quickly and he pushes into Kylo-doll’s touch. Kylo-doll matches pressure with pressure and Hux is dangerously close to coming far earlier than he intends before he tells him— tells it to stop.

He climbs off and sinks to his knees, burying his face in Kylo-doll’s lap. He knows it’s pointless, but he takes Kylo-dolls flaccid penis into his mouth anyway, laughing around it when sensors and pneumatics respond by making the polymer cock swell. He wishes he’d thought to bring the lube through. He’d’ve ridden and fucked him— fucked it right here. Instead he gets up again and orders it to follow him to the bedroom and lie on the bed. He straddles it again, slicks two of its fingers and tells it to finger him. As the first cool, slippery digit enters him, Hux gasps and closes his eyes. Kylo-doll works the finger in and out rhythmically a few times then breaches Hux with two fingers when Hux tells it to. Hux opens his eyes and watches the impassive face beneath him. If only, Hux thinks as he closes his eyes and moans softly, he’d— it would smile or blush or moan in return.

It’s efficient. Soon Hux is ready and he slicks up Kylo-doll’s phallus and eases himself down slowly. He places both hands flat on Kylo-doll’s broad chest and tells it to thrust slow and shallow. It does, and then increases in tempo and force when Hux demands. By the time Hux begs him— instructs it to slow and then stop, Hux is so close he thinks a gust of air over his balls might make him come. He eases up carefully and tells Kylo-doll to sit up and kiss him. The doll sits up but waits and Hux has to lean in for the unsatisfying kiss.

Next, when Hux thinks he can last, he tells Kylo-doll to get on all fours. Hux slicks up its hole, exploring its cool inside with his fingers then puts in a condom like the instructions recommend. When he enters him— it, there is no grunt or moan or hiss of breath. Hux rolls his hips and feels the smooth slide of Kylo-doll’s internal passage without the hot, tight ring of muscle a real partner would have. He sighs. It’s not perfect, but he has to admit it’s not bad to be balls deep in a sex toy with Kylo Ren’s build and hair.

Hux closes his eyes and lets his imagination fill in the gaps. He forgets himself soon enough and reaches round to tweak a nipple and grasp Kylo-doll’s large but inert cock. The reminder that Kylo-doll is not real is a little off-putting. He remembers something from the instruction manual and gives a command. In seconds, Kylo-doll flexes impossibly, reaches its hand between their legs and slips a finger into Hux’s entrance. The vibrations start gently both in the finger and the pliant polymer of his— its cavity and build up until Hux is moaning aloud with every white-hot pulse of his orgasm. He barely remembers that he has to tell Kylo-doll to stop.

He decides, as he cleans himself and Kylo-doll up in a cool sanisteam, that he can forgive his new toy’s lack of voluntary reciprocation.

The next day he brings Kylo-doll a lieutenant’s uniform. It occurs to him that he could probably have a real lieutenant to see to his desires, but there’s something about the sight of Kylo in uniform with his hair neat— Kylo-doll with its hair in a neat bun and standing at parade rest that does something low in Hux’s gut.

He decides he has to be careful. When Kylo-doll is not in use or charging, he asks him to— tells it to remain deactivated in the wardrobe. After he wakes up from having fallen asleep with Kylo-doll’s hands caressing his back, he decides he should not allow him— he should not use it as a sleeping aid.

Eventually Hux decides he should not use Kylo-doll again other than in times of desperation. He leaves it in the wardrobe for a whole miserable week just to prove to himself that he can. Then he leaves it for another week just to be sure, but charged just in case.

In the mean time, his professional relationship with the Supreme Leader has improved. They are no longer snapping at one another and Hux has not suffered the indignity of being physically degraded by invisible forces for long enough for all the bruises and scrapes to have completely healed. The Supreme Leader walks back with him after debrief of a successful mission planetside and pauses outside the door to Hux’s suite. Hux raises an eyebrow.

“Did you have something further to discuss, Supreme Leader?” Hux asks.

Kylo Ren looks a little uncomfortable. He shuffles and smiles.

“Not really. Nothing important. I wondered if we could… Doesn’t matter. Goodnight, Hux.”

“Supreme Leader?” Hux sucked his lip. “Would you care for a… a nightcap?”

In the silent seconds while Hux clenches and unclenches his fists and Kylo Ren turns slowly, Hux wonders if perhaps he has miscalculated his chances with the Supreme Leader. With the real Kylo. They have been getting along, exchanging smiles and jokes at the expense of the imperials. Perhaps to the Supreme Leader that’s a form of flirting. His stomach flips at the Supreme Leader’s eager smile and tight nod, and he fumbles the door open. Once inside, he asks what the Supreme Leader would like and Kylo Ren seems confused by the question.

“Supreme Leader, I can offer you brandy or wine. Or,” Hux says, stepping forward as he looks at Kylo Ren’s intense gaze, “perhaps there’s something else you want from me? Something… hot?”

The Supreme Leader is on him in a heartbeat. He’s warm, so warm! His lips are rough in places but eager to respond to Hux’s encouragement and his tongue slides into Hux’s mouth in a way that makes him weak-kneed. His arms hold Hux a little too tight and it is glorious. Their bodies fit flush together and Hux giggles at the sensation of the Supreme Leader’s hard cock rubbing against his own through far too many layers of fabric.

Nothing else matters right now. There is only the Supreme Leader and desire. Hux pulls him through to the bedroom and they wrestle one another out of their clothing before falling onto each other on the bed. Their negotiations are physical: pushes and pulls and kisses. The Supreme Leader sighs with relief that Hux is not put off by his size, and Hux pushes him down onto his back, slicks him up and eases down onto him with closed eyes and a controlled breath. The Supreme Leader closes his eyes too and groans obscenely. Hux thumbs at his nipples and leans in for a kiss as the Supreme Leader carefully thrusts up into Hux.

Hux sighs and smiles and moves the way he is used to, chasing his pleasure but holding back before he comes too soon, before he has—

The Supreme Leader senses Hux is saving himself and shifts so that Hux sees stars every time he moves. There’s a murmur of we can do that later, come for me, Hux, I want to feel you come on me and Hux bites his lip hard to prevent it.

“Supreme Leader, I want—“

“Yes! Again, later! You know my name, Armitage.”

They’re both so close, the Supreme Leader’s eyelids flutter and his hips move faster, hands gripping so tight to Hux that he thinks he’ll have bruises he’ll like. He doesn’t care: he’s about to come over Kylo Ren. Kylo Ren is about to come in him and he wants it so badly he could scream.

Hux’s head swims, He feels Ren give a few last thrusts and hears his juddery moan then Hux is spinning, out of his head, spilling with a cry of Kyyylooo! on his lips.

They lie collapsed for as long as it takes to catch their breath and open their eyes. Hux eases himself up and falls to the side. The Supreme Leader turns for a kiss but freezes and points at something behind Hux.

“What,” he says, “the fuck. Is that?”

Hux turns to look, dread settling like duracrete in his belly. There, standing patiently in front of the open wardrobe door, waiting for instructions, stands Kylo-doll in all its polymer perfection.