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Hux walked down the corridor of the Naboo palace, mouse droids scuttering away from under his feet. He was walking fast, for once enjoying the freedom of movement his training gear gave him - a pair of tight leggings and a sleeveless top, something he could never wear in public.
The last three months of unlimited access to Amidala’s kitchens and private workout rooms did him world of good, and even though he was still slender, there was a firm definition to his arms and thighs that no Omega should have. In public, the cut of his clothes was flowy and deliberately huge. Recently, a new holonet fashion trend emerged amongst the young Omega socialites to wear oversized clothing and Hux was pretty sure he’d started it. Gossipy sites were running wild with speculations about ‘The Galaxy’s most expensive Omega’s delicate state’. There were at least five different romantic movies in the works based off their ‘true story’ - the Omega slave so beautiful it conquered even the staunch bachelor Kylo Amidala, and together they brought ruin to many slavers and traffickers. The public’s support of abolition was on its all-time high because everyone loved a good romance.
Hux snorted to himself, teeth clenching involuntarily at the thought. Romance. There was nothing romantic about their story. Sure, their public act was one of suitable devotion, adoration, and presenting united front - and they did work together successfully in private. Hux would even go as far as to say that they’ve become friends. There have been evenings when Kylo would bring out the dejarik and wine, and even late nights of just quiet co-existing in the same room with Hux reading and Kylo tapping away on some of his many Senate speeches. But nothing ever progressed any further. There were glances, and lingering touches, dammit, Hux wasn’t imagining things - but no touch lingered long enough.
And lately, Kylo shied away from every touch and started avoiding Hux like a plague.
It took Hux embarrassing two days to notice the change in Kylo’s scent. To be fair, with Kylo’s avoidance of him, he didn’t get much chance to smell him without the blockers and the haze of Alpha perfume covering his natural pheromones. But then he chanced a walk past the door to Kylo’s quarters one evening and the scent hit him, faint but unmistakable. Behind that door, behind the anteroom and salon and private office and finally the bedroom, Kylo was going into pre-heat.
And he wasn’t going to do anything about it. Well, he was - Hux had some knowledge about the things unmarried Omegas did to keep healthy. But Kylo wasn’t going to involve Hux, that much was starting to be clear.
Just this morning, Hux overheard him instructing the protocol droid to clear his calendar for the upcoming week. When Hux politely inquired and even unobtrusively offered his help - ‘“you know you can rely on me with anything, right?” - Kylo just shook his head and walked away.
It was frustrating.
Should he just take initiative? Was Kylo perhaps waiting for him to take that first step - and maybe all the subsequent steps, too? Was he expecting Hux to finally shed his perpetual self-doubt, for once in his life be the Alpha he was supposed to be, and take care of the Omega in need?
There might be a possibility that Kylo would like it, that he dreamed of being overpowered and made to submit. Hux thought back on their first meeting, that moment when he briefly held Kylo with a dagger by the throat. That gush of sweet, aroused scent, that open look of want in Kylo’s eyes - both were unmistakably there. But Hux also knew that there was a difference between having a fantasy and actually wanting to bring it to life. He suspected that had he really tried to take Kylo by force that day, he would’ve been a dead man by now.
Maybe Kylo was intrigued by the idea of someone capable of overpowering him, even though he didn’t want to actually be overpowered. One way or another, there was no point in guessing. Hence the training gear.
He found Kylo where he knew he would be - in the fencing hall, going through the forms with a mix of practiced elegance and stubborn, passionate force. Several training dummies already lay there, hacked to pieces. Kylo was an accomplished duelist - as an outward Alpha, he had to be - and he liked to pick apart Hux’s arena training, compared to his more elegant, nobleman’s style. But now he was putting way too much weight and power into every move, expending unnecessary energy until sweat dripped off his hair as he stomped, jumped and spun.
Hux waited for the perfect moment to step onto the mat and meet Kylo’s downward slash with his own dull, training blade.
Kylo nearly lost his balance. “What are you doing here?”
Hux charged forward. “Talking to you.”
“Why?” Hux’s sabre quivered under the force of Kylo’s strike, but the aim was off.
“Because you’re not talking to me, and one of us has to.”
“Hux, with all due respect-”
“What respect?” Hux interrupted him with a short, bitter laugh. “If you had any respect for me, we’d have a civilised talk about this issue days ago.” He advanced again.
“It’s not an issue,” Kylo scowled. His parry came short - he was having trouble catching his breath.
“Oh but it is,” Hux knocked his blade away and forced him to stumble a step back. “We work together well, I daresay we’re even friends, and I’ve come to care about you - and now you’re in distress, you’re in pain-” Kylo jerked his hand towards his abdomen before he remembered himself, “- and you expect me to just ignore it!”
The sabre spun out of Kylo’s hand and clattered against the floor. Hux stopped the point of his sabre two inches from the hollow of Kylo’s throat and just held it there. It shook a little, they both were breathing hard now. Kylo was finally looking at him properly, with wide eyes, for the first time in days considering - not just straight up refusing him.
“But you should ignore it,” he said, unexpectedly softly. “It has nothing to do with you. It’s just my suppressants gone bad, or something. Just an accident. I’ve got it under control.”
“You’re on suppressants right now?” Hux tossed his sabre to the ground and crossed his arms. He never heard about suppressants ‘gone bad’. These things were relatively simple hormone molecules, they had the shelf life of years.
“Of course I am,” Kylo nodded impatiently. His hand was pressed agaist his belly again, rubbing small circles. He didn’t seem aware of doing it. “I’ve been for years. Only get off them once a year during the Senate recess, usually get a faux-heat for a week, nothing strenuous. This one,” he winced, “is highly irregular. There must have been something wrong with the last shipment.”
Hux sighed and went to pick up and stash away both weapons. This was worse than he expected. He would have to proceed very carefully.
“It’s not the suppressants,” he decided to lead with the truth.
As expected, Kylo immediately prickled up. “ And you’re the expert because-”
“I’m the Alpha,” Hux interjected. “I’m the sand in the beautifully oiled machine you built to keep your life exactly how you wanted it. You brought me here, and even though I block my pheromones for the public, they’re still getting all over your palace, your safe place, your home. Your body has been building tolerance to suppressants for years, and now I’ve triggered it, and it’s demanding its due. It’s my fault.”
Kylo slumped during that little speech and then walked heavily to the bench, sitting down with another wince. “Shit. I really haven't thought this through when I offered you that deal.”
Hux deflated. Of course Kylo’s first thought would be to backpedal on the deal. It was their deal, and Hux thought that they both liked it - but apparently Kylo didn’t, not anymore.
Hux moved to sit beside him on the bench - he missed their easy closeness of before - but Kylo skittishly shifted away. Hux dutifully moved himself in the opposite direction, the width of the bench between them serving as a cold reminder of what the true nature of their relationship was. A nobleman by birth and a former slave. Nothing more.
“You don’t have to suffer this alone,” Hux offered gently. “I know I’m not your first choice of an Alpha-”
“Don’t even start,” Kylo interrupted him tiredly. “Already told you it’s not about you. I’m used to spending my heats alone. It’s for the best.”
Well, that hurt a great deal more than Kylo probably intended, but Hux would be damned if he’d let it show. Kylo was proud to a fault, but Hux’s wasn’t without pride, either. This battle was clearly lost from the start, no point in adding to the casualties.
He got up and brought Kylo a wet towel. To his questioning look, he explained:
“You’re burning up. Soon you’ll have trouble walking. We should get you in your nest - at least let me help you with that. Don’t worry, I won’t go in. Just let me make sure you get there safely, and I’ll leave you and won’t go near that room for the whole week.”
Then he added, in a quieter tone: “But if you want me to, there’s nothing I would rather do than stay there with you.”
Kylo stared at the floor and then he heaved himself to stand with a suppressed groan. “You’ll leave when I ask,” he asked, as if to make sure.
Not if. When. Hux’s heart broke a little but he kept his voice firm. “I promise.”
Kylo nodded to himself and then he pointed towards a wooden panel holding practice weapons, one of many lining the walls. As they approached it, Kylo pulled down one of the holders, and the entire panel slid up and into the wall, revealing a hidden lift inside.
“I usually try to burn as much energy as I can up to the last moment, so then it’s over faster,” he explained. His scent, honey-sweet with approaching heat and spice-sharp with fever, was unbearable in the cramped space of the lift. Hux wasn’t breathing. “So I had this built in.”
Hux had hoped he’d get to accompany Kylo just to the door of his quarters, where there would be several walls between him and the temptation of Kylo’s nest. Instead, the lift opened directly into the bedroom. A massive bed dominated the space, already half buried under a pile of pillows and blankets. They were haphazardly thrown together and Kylo blushed, awkwardly grabbing a cushion and putting it randomly in a different place. Hux reminded himself that Kylo spent his entire adult life alone, without an Omega relative or nanny or at least a servant, without anyone who would teach him how to build a proper nest. He was only following his instincts, and even those he was mostly ignoring and suppressing, trying to ‘get this over with’ as quickly as possible.
Hux’s heart ached, but this was not his place. His presence was making everything worse. He promised he’d leave Kylo alone and though everything in him was trying to drag his feet, he needed to be going. He cleared his throat and carefully avoided eye contact with Kylo. “Okay, so I’ll just… wait, is that my dressing gown?”
He couldn’t help it - his consciousness called for the door, but his feet carried him to the bed. He picked up the dark green fabric that caught his eye and rubbed it between his fingers - yes, he wasn’t mistaken: this was his favourite dressing gown, first of the many Kylo gifted him, but Hux always liked this colour best. He’d been wondering where it’d disappeared - he was pretty sure he’d sent it to the laundry last week. And yet it didn’t smell like it'd been washed at all.
Kylo was blushing scarlet now, looking anywhere but at Hux. “I… it just felt…”
“Kylo,” Hux whispered. He couldn’t take it any more, he had to leave or he would fall to his knees and beg for the chance to take care of his Omega. He turned to the door and took the first unsteady step, ready to bolt it.
Kylo moved and blocked the doorway, bracing his arm against the frame. He finally lifted his eyes and they were now burning through Hux, pinning him in place with intensity that took his breath away. Yes, there was desperation, but there also was that confidence and sureness that Hux came to associate with Kylo, and he knew that even now, on the cusp of heat and racked with fever, Kylo was in command.
“I want you to stay.”
“Oh thank gods,” Hux breathed out. He wanted nothing more than to pull Kylo to himself, tackle him onto the bed and kiss him senseless, but he reigned himself in and waited. Kylo would have to come to him.
And he did - slowly, but finally without hesitation, stepping so close that Hux could feel the feverish heartbeat thudding in the bare chest pressed against his own. From this close, the two extra inches of height Kylo had on him were the most noticeable, and Hux had to lift his face up to maintain eye contact. If another Alpha did this, Hux’s first instinct would be to bite their nose off, but with Kylo - oh, this was making him burn.
Kylo touched his face, just his fingertips mapping Hux’s cheekbones with featherlight touch - they felt cool and Hux realised he must have been blushing too. He mirrored him, running the back of his fingers along the line of Kylo’s jaw and up, tucking a strand of sweat-curled hair behind his ear. He smiled and saw Kylo’s mouth curl up in answer. They shared the moment, grinning at each other like schoolboys that finally found the last piece of a puzzle, and then Kylo leaned in and kissed him.
It started gently, just a meeting of soft lips, getting the feel of each other, a little taste, a tiny step by step exploration. But quickly it became hungry, desperate, even sloppy - with Kylo just panting into Hux’s open mouth as Hux curled his fingers in Kylo’s hair to anchor himself. Kylo followed immediately, tilting his head back and gasping as Hux traced the line of this throat with teeth and tongue. Large hands fitted around Hux’s waist and pulled him in to rub their hips together, and gods, Kylo was so hard it must have been painful. Hux trailed one hand down Kylo’s back to cup his buttocks and tease at his crack through the fabric. The bottom of Kylo’s training sweatpants was soaked through with slick.
Kylo trembled, even as he pushed his backside into the touch. “I’ve never…”
“I know,” Hux reassured him. “Just tell me what feels good, and I’ll do it.”
Kylo huffed, a hint of frustration coming through his scent even as he held onto Hux for dear life. “I don’t know what should feel good. I’ve never taken a knot, Hux. Well, not one that wasn’t made of plastic.”
Hux winced internally. Omega toys were infamously made to provide just the necessary relief, and not much pleasure.
He took Kylo’s face in both hands and pressed their foreheads together. “If it helps, I’ve never popped one,” he admitted. Good Alpha gladiators could have any number of whores they liked but Hux was never good. “I don’t know if I even can.”
“Stop it,” Kylo chided him with the same tone he used whenever Hux complained about his narrow shoulders or feeble arms. “You’re the strongest Alpha I know.”
“Seriously.” Hux was crazy for this man but his flattery game was just ridiculous.
“You were about to leave right then, because that’s what you believed I wanted. I can tell you that half of the Alpha pricks in the Senate wouldn’t even think of it, and the other half wouldn’t have the strength to do it anyway.”
Oh. Hux swallowed, his throat suddenly tight. So Kylo was waiting for a strong Alpha - but not just strong enough to overpower him. Strong enough to overpower themselves.
“I love you,” he choked out. “I have for a while.”
“Good,” Kylo smiled. “Because I love you, and I would really like you to finally-”
Hux tackled him into the bed and crawled over him, pulling off his top and helping Kylo peel off his ruined sweatpants as he shuffled around in the nest to make himself comfortable. Kylo wasn’t wearing anything underneath and Hux’s mouth watered at the sight of his cock, long and pretty, flushed and bobbing heavily against a neat trail of dark hair, the underside glistening with slick. He wrapped his hand around it and Kylo’s hips immediately bucked up, straining for more friction - Hux let go with a wicked smile and started massaging Kylo’s aching thighs instead.
“Tease,” Kylo huffed even as he relaxed.
“I want to take my time with you,” Hux grinned at him. I want to make it good. He moved up to rub circles over Kylo’s lower belly. “How’s the pain?”
“Better when you’re here,” Kylo admitted, a little shyly. “That’s why I had your…”
“Oh yes, my mysteriously missing dressing gown,” Hux laughed. “I’ve been pretty stupid - it should’ve tipped me off immediately as to what was happening.” He rubbed Kylo’s belly again in apology.
“You’re here now,” Kylo started tugging at Hux’s leggings, “so if you would kindly get on with it-”
“None of that,” Hux caught his hands and kissed his palms before laying them back on the pillows. “Let’s take the edge off first.”
And with that, he slithered down Kylo’s body and took him in his mouth.
Immediately, Kylo blindly grabbed the dressign gown and brought it to his face, burying is nose in it. He took short panting breaths through the fabric, muffling his moans as his hips bucked uncontrollably, and Hux was about to get jealous of his own garment when the first salty spurt hit his tongue. Kylo cried out, whimpering and twitching as Hux drew out his orgasm with deep, long sucks, and then he fell back, staring at the ceiling with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
Hux wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and started kissing up Kylo’s belly and chest, dragging his body against Kylo’s and relishing in the friction. His own cock was getting pretty uncomfortable inside his tight leggings and he very deliberately wasn’t thinking about how it would feel to finally sink into a warm, slick, perfectly ready hole - he would definitely come too soon and they couldn’t have that. This wasn’t about him.
“Good?” he asked against the soft, delicate skin of Kylo’s neck, right above his pulse-point. He watched the tiny hairs there rise in goosebumps under the puff of his breath. Kylo’s neck was obviously very sensitive and Hux wondered how he would respond to a cheeky little bite. Pity that he had to be careful not to leave marks…
“I’m still burning,” Kylo grumbled. There was a definite note of petulancy in his voice and Hux smiled to himself.
“Most of the pain should be gone, if you’re feeling well enough to be complaining,” he joked. “Don’t worry, there’s still more orgasms in store for you before we’re done for tonight.”
“Great,” Kylo sighed and bit his lip again. In his haze of pleasure, Hux became aware of a tiny, unexpected crack. The warm, molten honey scent in the room suddenly carried an underlying sour note.
“Hey,” he said softly, turning Kylo’s face back to himself. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes,” Kylo replied, too quickly - and then he grabbed for Hux who immediately started pulling away. He looked genuinely guilty. “Sorry. I don’t know.”
“This isn’t what you expected?” Hux guessed, holding out for hope. Kylo was still clinging to him, so maybe not everything was lost.
“That’s the problem,” Kylo’s voice cracked with frustration. “I don’t even know what I expected, I don’t know what to do, I’ve always been alone and now I’m this useless-”
Hux rolled them over before Kylo could finish that damned sentence, the surprise thankfully winding him enough to snap his mouth shut. Hux pushed them both to sit up and then quickly shimmied out of his leggings, knocking off a few pillows and backing up on the bed until he could lean against the headboard. Kylo was left kneeling in the middle of the bed, looking a little lost.
“You are Kylo Amidala,” Hux said, his tone broking no argument. “You know what to do - what you always do. When you want something - you make it happen.”
He lifted his arms, slowly, in a show of surrender, to hold onto the headboard behind him. The lines of them drew attention to his cock, red and thick, standing proudly in his lap. He saw the hungry way Kylo couldn’t seem to tear his eyes off it.
“Do you want me?” Hux dropped his voice into his best commanding growl. “Then have me.”
He saw Kylo’s eyes darken as his pupils blew wide, smouldering - and then the room exploded with the scent of spice and honey as Kylo pounced.
Kylo’s mouth was demanding and hungry and his kisses full of abandon with a hint of danger, and Hux loved the thrill. He threaded his fingers into Kylo’s hair to guide him to his chest, and held his breath in anticipation when he felt teeth close around his nipple. Kylo bit down savagely, laving the bud with his tongue, and Hux moaned, teetering at the edge between pain and pleasure so intense he was forgetting how to breathe. Kylo moved to maul the other side of his chest and Hux raked his nails down his back in retaliation, kneading his buttocks and slipping two fingers in between them. Kylo’s hole was hot, wet and so ready that Hux’s head spun with want. It didn’t matter anymore that Kylo was the one in heat - if Hux didn’t get inside him right now, he would lose his mind. He tried to grab behind Kylo’s knees to tug him into position, but Kylo knocked his hands away, brought them back up to the headboard - and then he shifted up and sank down, taking Hux’s cock all the way inside in one go.
Hux cried out and clenched his every muscle in a desperate effort not to come as Kylo set a brutal pace. The beautiful arch of his body was symphony of muscle and sweat as he worked to fuck himself on Hux’s cock, and his eyes never left Hux’s for a moment, challenging and almost threatening, forbidding Hux to take even the slightest bit of initiative. Not that Hux had any intention to try - he was riding a continuous wave of pleasure, with Kylo finally taking what he wanted, and Hux was never more in love.
It took him a moment to realise what was happening when he felt a new kind of tension in his groin. Kylo’s face scrunched up, chasing his pleasure, and his grunts and moans got louder as his rhythm stuttered and he struggled to bear down. He leaned back to get better leverage and Hux drank in the sight - that long neck when he threw back his head, broad chest glistening with sweat, muscles in his abdomen rippling with the exertion, hard cock bobbing with every stroke and dripping precome onto Hux’s belly, and finally his hole, sopping wet and impossibly stretched around the slowly thickening base of Hux’s cock.
Kylo at last let go of his hands and pulled him up to sit instead, and Hux took the opportunity to wrap his arms around Kylo’s back and nuzzle his face to his chest, kissing whatever bit of skin was in reach. Kylo was shaking, his cock rubbing against Hux’s belly as he was trying to take the added girth.
“Come on, come on, you great beauty,” Hux encouraged him. He took a deep breath and snapped his hips up to meet Kylo’s downward stroke - and he felt himself popping inside, Kylo’s bottom coming flush with his groin as the unbearably tight heat enveloped him entirely. Kylo cried out and his cock twitched between them, splattering them both in come, and Hux’s world went white.
He was vaguely aware of teeth clenching down on his shoulder, the distant prick of pain only adding to the intense pleasure of his pulsing knot, emptying spurt after spurt of come into Kylo’s body. Kylo kept rocking his hips in tiny movements, each setting off sparks behind Hux’s eyelids, milking every last drop from his knot. He was almost about to beg for mercy when Kylo finally slumped, his entire weight crushing into Hux’s embrace. Hux gathered his mind for long enough to carefully tip and roll them both to rest comfortably amidst the pillows, and then he just buried his face in Kylo’s hair and breathed.
Eventually, Kylo stirred. “How long till we can go again?”
Hux couldn’t help it - he laughed, and then immediately hissed as his swollen knot snagged with the involuntary movement. Clearly, Kylo didn’t have any problem with oversensitivity, lucky git.
“Patience,” he chided. Exhaustion was pulling at him, humming the sweet song of sleep. “Your heat barely started, we have three more days at least. You should get a nap and then I’ll fetch us something to eat.”
“Droid delivery,” Kylo grumbled sulkily and Hux sighed internally. This insatiable Omega was going to be the death of him, wasn’t he?
“I’m not wiping their memory banks for you,” he informed Kylo. “Sleep, shower, food, more sex. In that order.”
“Yes, Alpha,” Kylo said cheekily and hid his grinning face in the hollow of Hux’s throat. Despite the obvious joke, Hux’s heart swelled with pride and a warm sense of contentment settled across his belly. He was a good Alpha, after all.
“Thank you,” Kylo mumbled after a while against his skin, when Hux was on the verge of dozing off. Those words woke him up as a chilling thought ran through his mind - he desperately hoped Kylo didn’t see this last hour as Hux rendering a service.
“What for?”
Kylo looked up, a hint of uncharacteristic timidness in his eyes. “For letting me do this… my way. I know it wasn’t what you would prefer-”
Hux laughed in relief, interrupting Kylo before he could spiral into more nonsense.
“Forget the proper way and all that bullshit,” he told him. “This is us. This is our way. And I wouldn’t have you - wouldn’t have us - any other way.”
Kylo stared at him for a moment, mouth slack in surprise, and then he surged up and kissed him, hard. Hux tugged at his hair to slow him down, gentled the kiss and eventually brought Kylo’s face back into the hollow of his throat, playing with his hair.
“Sure,” he said conversationally, “do I regret that I can’t pick you up and pound you against the wall? Yeah, a little. But I also want your pretty mouth around my cock for a change, and then I’m going to eat you out until you beg for mercy, and I have fantasised about so many ways you could use my cock for your pleasure that it’ll last us for three more heats. And just for the record, I’m really, really curious about what it would feel like to be fucked. I see no reason why we should limit ourselves to some prescribed traditional way when we can have everything.”
Kylo slowly looked back up at him during that, eyes going wide and face flushing with fresh curiosity. “And you expect me to sleep now?” he asked, outraged.
Hux grinned as he felt himself slipping a little loose, the come and slick rushing out between them - his knot was deflating. Kylo groaned and squirmed when he realised the mess they were lying in.
“I’m not compromising on the shower and food,” Hux allowed. Kylo immediately rolled out of bed - and wobbled as soon as he got to his feet.
“Easy there,” Hux wrapped an arm around his waist. “You sure you’ll manage to stand?”
“Why would I be standing,” Kylo looked down on him with all the regal haughtiness he could muster, “when I could be on my knees sucking your cock in the shower?”
Well, if that was Kylo’s plan… Hux couldn’t find it in himself to disagree.