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“In awe, the first time you realised it”

The first time is a rushed affair. After a tense audience with Supreme Leader Snoke, Kylo Ren backs General Hux up against a bulkhead, rubs against him and kisses him hard. Kylo means it as an insult and is surprised by the intensity of desire it releases in Hux. They act on it quickly and furtively with desperate, groping hands and hungry mouths then fix their clothing and go their separate ways.

The second time is equally unexpected, but softer. Hux knows Kylo will resent having been rescued from Starkiller and will blame him for it. He accompanies Kylo’s stretcher to a medbay and waits while sutures and bacta are applied and Kylo is in recovery. Perhaps his wrath will be diluted by his condition. Kylo is furious, but not with Hux. Hux offers to escort Kylo back to his quarters to prepare for his next audience with Leader Snoke. Once there, Kylo catches Hux staring at his scars and stands half-nude before him.
“See something you want?” taunts Kylo.
“Not quite,” replies Hux, walking forward and wondering if he has the nerve. He draws his lower lip through his teeth as he fumbles for the catch at Kylo’s waistband, pulls it open and tugs the garment down over Kylo’s hips. As Hux sinks to his knees, Kylo closes his eyes and sighs out praise.

Hux and Kylo find more excuses to be in each other’s personal space. On return from Crait, Hux needs the new Supreme Leader’s authorisation to summon reinforcements from the Unknown Region. The day after, Kylo seeks the General’s input on military strategy. Each private meeting ends with sated smiles and a cordial goodbye.

For Hux, this time feels different. There’s no reason for Kylo to be in his private chambers at all. The rows and rows of lieutenants and petty officers who work in the navigational computation halls are working on locating the remaining rebel scum. Reinforcements are on their way from the Unknown Region. Hux has delegated repair teams to various captains and there is nothing urgent for him to do. Hux needs to sleep. But here is the Supreme Leader, smiling and still fully clothed, and Hux realises with horror that he’s happy to see Kylo and doesn’t want to confess that he’s too exhausted to fuck because then Kylo will leave and he desperately wants Kylo to stay.

Kylo feels the change too. He watches Hux’s pink cheeked fluster.
“What’s got into you?” asks Kylo.
Hux shakes his head and looks down. “I thought I could keep a professional distance but I lo… I’ve fallen for you. We should stop this affair—”
“No!”
Kylo’s word hits Hux like a blaster bolt. In a second his hands are cradling Kylo’s head and Kylo’s lips are pressed to his. Kylo pulls him closer.
“You don’t mind?” Hux asks.
Kylo looks at him with his adoration no longer hidden.
“You’re a fool,” he says. “Let’s go to bed. I could sleep for a week.”

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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.

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The first time it happened was at the very end of a strategy meeting with High Command. Hux was the last to leave the room apart from the Supreme Leader. When he deactivated the official recorder, slid his chair back and rose, so did Kylo, and when Hux muttered ‘Excuse me’ and walked past Kylo, Kylo stopped him with a hand on his arm and said, “That was a successful meeting. I want to suck your sweet little cock. I think you discredited Grand Admiral Delayn rather effectively. Good afternoon, General,” and walked out.

Hux stood still as a rock. Had he heard the Supreme Leader correctly?

No, he decided. It was his own fatigue-addled brain deluding him. He needed a good night’s sleep.

The second time was on the bridge in the middle of beta shift. Kylo Ren walked in and everyone’s attention fixed steadfastly on their consoles. Hux looked round when Peavey and Opan both snapped to attention.

“Ah! Supreme Leader.” Hux stood straighter and smarmed. “To what do we owe the honour of your presence on the bridge?”

“Give me a status update on repairs to The Supremacy,” demanded Kylo, standing close and speaking in a low voice “and imagine how it would feel to have my thick forefinger slip into your tight, hot hole and wiggle around while my tongue teases under your balls. Will she be ready by the end of the month or should I summon The Conqueror from the Unknown Regions instead?”

“Uh?” said Hux, looking around nervously in case anyone was staring, open mouthed, at the Supreme Leader’s filthy words, but Peavey and Opan were not even looking in their direction and no other being was within earshot. “Um, I’ll be—“ Hux faltered. “I mean she’ll be ready for you, Supreme Leader.”

The third time it happened, Hux began to question his senses. He was in a hangar, conducting an inspection of stormtrooper reinforcements who had just arrived on transports from one of the star destroyers that was fit only for salvage. The Supreme Leader, black cloak swirling around him as he moved, was preparing to take his TIE-Silencer out from the same hangar, but stopped to watch. Hux felt the hair on his neck prickle under Kylo Ren’s intense scrutiny. As he addressed the rank and file, he became aware that the Supreme Leader had approached and now stood beside him. This was unprecedented: Kylo Ren had never shown any interest at all in human resource management.

“Did you have a particular message for our new stormtroopers, Supreme Leader?” Hux asked, certain that the Supreme Leader would refuse. Instead, Kylo Ren stepped forward and spoke.

“I am sure you are all perfectly well trained soldiers and intend to serve well. I want to bury my face in his sweet ass until he begs for my huge cock. Be warned: serving the Supreme Leader and his General directly is no easy task. Do not fail us.”

Hux gaped at Kylo Ren, puce-cheeked and unable to form words. The Supreme Leader frowned at him.

“What?”

Hux composed himself and saluted the stormtroopers then dismissed them. They saluted back in unison and the clacking plastoid drowned out everything else. Everything except for Kylo Ren’s voice. “I want to see your face when you beg me to let you come.”

Kylo Ren walked back to his fighter and climbed into the cockpit. Hux left the hangar with his mind in turmoil.

In his private medbay, his private medidroid delivered Hux the bad news: he was fine. There were no auditory processing problems, no sign of the aftereffects of recent brain trauma and he tested negative for all known hallucinogens. Whatever Hux was hearing, however disturbing, had to be real. To gather evidence either for or against his impending breakdown, Hux took to wearing a listening device under his collar.

The fourth time, he was prepared. He scurried off from a meeting in which Kylo Ren had made some extremely lewd remarks that left Hux unwilling to stand up to address the gathered members of High Command, and wrote down what the Supreme Leader had said from memory.

“I agree with General Hux’s assessment of the situation. I can barely resist touching his tiny butt. We should reinforce our fleet in the inner rim and I desperately want to bend him over this table right now and shove my tongue in his rim. I sense that there will be resistance in some regions so I will tell him how much I want to hear him moan with his cock in my mouth. I bet I can take it all. Hux? General?”

He’d mumbled something that had been taken as agreement and dismissal, then bolted for his private suite.

Once alone, with fingers that fumbled, he plugged the listening device into his datapad and played the audio file.

“I agree with General Hux’s assessment of the situation. We should reinforce our fleet in the inner rim. I sense that there will be resistance in some regions. Hux? General?”

The thought of what he had to do next terrified him, but there was no alternative that he could see. the medidroids were no help if it was not a medical issue. He would have to go to the one person who could see what was going on inside his head. Hux pushed both hands through his hair, jammed his cap on his head, grabbed his transcription and the datapad with the listening device still plugged in and set off for the Supreme Leader’s chambers.

Kylo Ren admitted him and looked at him quizzically. “What’s wrong, general? I have never seen you so agitated. Maybe if I hugged him he’d calm down.”

“Kylo!” Hux held up his hand. “Stop playing with me. You—“

“So upset! Not like him at all. Maybe if I just move closer and pat his butt.”

Hux stopped and stared.

“What did you just say, Kylo? I heard… but your lips… not move…”

Hux held out the meeting transcript in his own best handwriting and pressed the control to play the audio file. Kylo Ren took them, read and listened and dropped both items as if he’d been scalded.

“Stars, Hux! I had no idea I was sending those thoughts to you.”

“No idea?” Hux was livid. “I’ve been in torture for two days! I thought I was delusional! And all this time you’ve been… You’ve been…”

“Thinking about how nice your ass looks in those tight pants and wishing you would take them off for me?”

“I saw your lips move that time,” Hux pointed at Kylo’s face.

“Is that better?” asked Kylo. “Me saying it out loud?”

Hux nodded. “That way I know it’s real. You and not the temptation of my own stupid fantasies.”

“So you have fantasies about me?” Kylo noticeably relaxed at Hux’s admission. “You’ve heard mine already. If you feel like telling me yours and maybe giving in to temptation,” Kylo said, leaning forward with a smile and taking Hux’s hand, “bedroom’s through here.”