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~The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead~
Hux hadn't cried since he was a child, but here he was in his quarters, wrapped around his pillow and sobbing. His throat ached, it hurt to breathe and eventually he didn't have enough energy to continue, instead simply lying awake. He stared blankly at the wall, body tingling and light headed, feeling empty. He took long slow breaths as his breathing evened out.
He ought to have known, that his life would always end up like this, should have realized it as soon as Rae was gone. He thought that he'd made it further, that he didn't need anyone to protect him anymore. He had felt so powerful, so sure of himself, and now this, tossed around like a ragdoll before his crew by both the ruling Force users. He touched the marks left by invisible fingers along his throat, glad at least that his collar was high enough no one else would see them.
The twisted relief that came after a hard cry was flooding him with a lethargic sort of restlessness and to his great shame, he felt a stirring of arousal from the ache of his injury. He didn't want to think about his attacker that way, the way he'd been treated so carelessly, like he was insignificant, powerless, useless. He made a sound half hiccup half sob as he realized that he was palming himself, almost wanting to cry all over again.
He hurt, and there was no shame in wanting to experience some form of pleasure, but he was disgusted with himself that he seemed to be pulling so much pleasure from the pain. It wasn't that he hadn't teased himself in a similar way before, occasionally gripping his own throat while stroking himself. He groaned as he slipped his hand into his trousers.
In a certain light, it was almost a favor now, that he could feel the ghost of that pressure without even needing to touch the injury. He stripped himself shakily, feeling nervous, even exposed, though he was alone in his quarters where no one could see him. No one would know his shame at using his abuse for gratification.
Like a teenager, he slipped under his blankets. Usually, even naked, he felt in command of himself and his domain, but like a child afraid of the dark, he felt the need for security wherever he could find it, even if it was all only his imagination. During the day, on the decks of his ship, he could steel himself, would not be caught jumping at shadows, even if that shadow was the cruel parody of a man who lashed out over the slightest difficulty.
It would do him no good to think about Ren, here, now, but once he started he found that he couldn't stop. Hux felt tears rising again, but his eyes only burned, too dry to continue. It wasn't that he hadn't taken notice of the Knight before, but Hux had made the mistake of thinking that he could possibly tame such a beast. He knew better now, knew that he could only look upon a creature who would thoughtlessly destroy him.
He had never been so foolish as to believe that anything between them would be anything but aggressive, but he'd been a fool to think that he would ever hold his own. Even on the barest physical level, Ren could easily destroy him. He moaned, feeling himself twitch at the thought. The man's body was so massive, he'd such inertia as he stomped wherever he went. Surely, his manhood would be similarly oversized, and Hux groaned, knowing that he was shamefully average to his skinny body.
It should have scared him, disgusted him to think what it could be like to be used by this imagined fantasy of a monsterous cock, not even enjoyably, but to be damaged, hurt, split apart as Kylo Ren ruined him. There would be nothing to save him, no one to hold back the Dark Sider’s fury. Hux cried out with a whining mewl, thinking almost that the worst part of this line of reasoning would be that he would never actually be the focus of that monster’s attention.
The misery of his sorrows should have been enough that he was unable to continue taking his pleasure, but as dark as his thoughts had gotten, the indulgence played out a sweet counterpoint. He was still crying as he came, the pleasure and the pain indistinguishable. It left him feeling empty and weak, disgusted with himself for it.
~
“Kneel.”
“Yes, Supreme Leader.” Hux kept his gaze low, feeling even more like warmed over shit the next day. It had been an embarrassing trial that seemed without end. He hated being afraid, wondered if it wouldn't be easier simply to die. Kylo's boots entered his field of vision and he had to struggle not to quickly suck in a breath.
“You once thought that you would be the one in my position. Cute.” Kylo's gloved hand brushed his cheek, before gripping his chin and pulling his face to look at him, turning him from side to side with evident amusement. The only balm to Hux’ humiliation now was that there were no bystanders to observe him this time. He licked the healing split of his lip and hated how it quivered. Kylo's thumb traced across it, pressing down so that Hux’ wound met his teeth. “You thought that you could use my emotions against me. Ironic, isn't it, that yours are the liability now?”
Hux could only swallow, and struggle not to break eye contact. His skin tingled, like chills of cold or pins and needles. Perhaps it was just the pressure of Ren's aura.
“You wanted to lay claim to that which did not belong to you.” Kylo's smugness, this false sense of calm was far worse than the blind rage. It was too calculating, too sharp, too aware.
Hux finally did gasp as he realized that he knew nothing of who Kylo truly was now, freed from Snoke's deliberate imbalances.
“Good, you're starting to learn your place.”
Hux’ nape was burning, hackles rising.
“Tell me what you want, Armitage.”
Hux swallowed his shock. This was the first time Kylo had addressed him directly without his title, much less his given name. “I wish to see to it that the First Order rules the Galaxy, and finally establishes peace.”
“You know what I mean. Stop stalling.” The rage was starting to flicker at the edges and it almost made Hux relax, because this he was familiar with. "I know what's in your mind, but I want to hear you say it.”
It was a dangerous game to play like this. Hux had fucked his superiors before, mostly while he had been a much younger man. Sharp pain brought him back to the present, Kylo pinching Hux’ lip between his fingers.
“Do not think of others in my presence. I will not tolerate your divided attention.”
Hux knew that he'd always been attracted to Ren, and not just because of the palpable power that rolled off of him, but the fear that had once been a mere taste of arousal was now weighing him down from the inside. His insides felt like ice, his heart being crushed by glacial pressure, but still fire lapped through him. “You don't even like me, why haven't you killed me?”
Kylo's eyes narrowed as he pulled his hand away. “You will make yourself useful to me.”
“Of course, Supreme Leader.” It still felt wrong to address Kylo as such, still tainted by association with Snoke. “I am yours to command.”
“Then ask, for what you seek to take.”
Hux swallowed, closed his eyes, trembling to his core. “You. I want you.”
“Tell me how.”
“Anything, I know that I can hope for nothing more than what you offer.” He was shaking, struggling to breathe, uncertain what was being offered, how he was being tested. Was he only being mocked, did Kylo only wish to see him humiliated? Hux’ face flushed, knowing how eager he was to debase himself even as it sickened him to be this way.
He heard Kylo open his mouth and take a breath before speaking. “You have often been lauded for your clever mouth, I trust that you know how else to use it.” He stepped forward, and Hux needed only to lean forward to nuzzle into his new Supreme Leader's crotch. It took only the softest touch to his hair that he did so, whimpering as he inhaled. Kylo was freshly washed, and Hux felt a momentary flicker of disappointment, even as his mouth watered.
Cautiously, he brought his hands up Kylo's thighs, trying not to grasp them too tightly as he stroked through the rolling hills and valleys of the bunched muscles. His fingers trailed far higher than he was expecting to finally find flesh beneath his fingertips. Nosing at the heavy warmth he felt, his breath caught in his chest when he finally pulled away the fabric restraining Kylo's pendulous member. He wasn't fully hard yet, barely firmed and bobbing in response as Hux exhaled, licking first his own lips before taking his first hesitant taste.
It took him a moment to realize that it was Kylo's shiver he felt, and the large man moaned when Hux parted his lips around the full tip. Hux chanced a glance upwards and quickly looked away, face heating under the intensity of Kylo's fiery gaze. He took deep breaths through his nose as he worked his lips and tongue, hollowing his cheeks as he carefully teased the suction. Kylo groaned and Hux felt him relax, making a small sympathetic noise in his own throat. The growing size of Ren wasn't quite the horror of Hux’ imagination, but was by no means insignificant.
Kylo was heavy in his mouth, hot, throbbing and filling out. Hux began to lose himself in the task, his hands coming around to clench Ren’s ass as the tip began to hit his throat. Hux became more relaxed, pliant after the first few passes of the blunt cockhead past his soft palate. Kylo's fingers grasped his hair, and he started thrusting, carefully at first but then with more force as he started grunting with the effort. Eyes wet, Hux moaned around him, feeling warm throughout. He was in a state of zen sublimated by his need to please, to serve, carefully stealing air where he could.
“Oh shit.” Kylo gasped, pressing Hux’ face firmly against his body as he began to spill down the kneeling man's throat. Hux groaned as he swallowed, smirking as much as he could, wrapping his arms around Kylo's waist as he milked every last drop, preventing Kylo from pulling away until the Force user pushed his forehead away. “Report to the bridge for duty, General Hux, you are dismissed.”
“Of course, Supreme Leader.” Hux rasped, before wiping the back of his hand across his reddened mouth and standing, taking a moment to straighten his appearance. Kylo stared at him for a moment before belatedly pulling up his pants and refastening them. Hux turned and strode from the room, while Kylo struggled to process the sudden chill he felt, at war with the warmth Hux had just given him.
~
Hux served his duties with his usual composure, but mentally he was uneasy, wondering if anyone would guess what he had done. What would his subordinates think of him now, would they see him just as the Supreme Leader's bitch? Would they think his submission cowardly? Could they still respect him? Did they still respect him? After the abuses of both Snoke and Kylo in their full view, perhaps his authority would become superfluous.
He finished his shift with an uncommon sense of relief, almost sighing as soon as he stepped away from the bridge, except one of his officers had discreetly followed him.
“What is it?” He asked curtly.
“Permission to speak freely, General Hux, sir?” The younger officer saluted nervously.
Hux considered the request for a moment. “Permission granted.”
“It means a lot to all of us to see your strength, to see you stand up and command in the face of well, them.”
“I'm afraid that I don't quite follow.”
“You're one of us, military men... Not the... Mystics.”
Hux swallowed, pride welling in his chest even as his face heated, struggling to keep his expression flat. “Thank you. I appreciate your candor, but be careful how you speak. One might construe it as mutinous.” For both of their sakes, he hoped the young man would heed his advice.
~
He didn't see Kylo for a few days, and while at first he was tense, expecting him to reappear without warning, Hux almost felt disappointed, so busy looking for him around every corner that he could nearly compare it to missing him. It was absurd, and telling how conflicted his outlook had become as a result of the recent upheavals. Starkiller base destroyed, then a dreadnought, then the damage to the Supremacy, Snoke's death, following up with Kylo's abrupt seizure of command had all been devastating blows to the Order’s morale and resources.
The only passing reassurance was knowing how close to elimination the Resistance was, only a handful of personnel on a notorious and decrepit old freighter. It was almost enough of a balm to overlook the pain of overseeing damage reports and restructuring of the ranks. One of a few saving graces was that Phasma had been found alive, although she was still in medbay being treated for extensive injuries that would likely require a lengthy recovery period.
“General Hux, the Supreme Leader would like to see you.”
“Of course.” Hux croaked, unsuccessfully trying to clear his suddenly very dry throat, which only served to remind him of their last encounter, when it had been very much in the opposite condition.