“Thank you, Sir.” Armitage replied promptly, his pink lips forming the words flawlessly.
Oh, if only Pryde could express just how beautiful the boy before him was.
“Are you cold, my pet?”
The scarce amount of heat in the boy’s tone was damning, leather-clad thumbs pressing and rubbing until those petite nipples had hardened to points.
“T-Thank you, Sir.”
It was almost too much to have the object of his desires so visibly aroused, the redheaded boy nearly panting as his cock strained against the fabric of his underwear.
Always good at taking instruction, Armitage carefully peeled away his underwear, gasping sweetly as the cool air hit the overwarm flesh of his cock.
What sort of husband would he be to refuse such a sweet gift?
“Undress me, Armitage.”
"Thank you, Sir." The boy replied promptly, licking at the sullied leather as it traced his mouth.
His cock was heavy and flushed as Pryde shifted to lay in the bed, beckoning the young lieutenant closer.
The redhead pulled away from his husband's embrace, retrieving the bottle of lubricant on the side table. There were also condoms and massage oils, but Armitage hadn't been instructed to grab those.
"No? Do you feel full?"
"Y-Yes-! Mnh! Yes, Sir-!" Armitage cried, bouncing in his husband's lap, the sound and smell of sex surrounding them.
The redhead went an impressive shade of scarlet at the command, bracing one hand on Pryde's taut abdomen as the other went to stroke his straining cock.
And then Brendol died.
These rules were of no importance to Kylo Ren when he boarded the Finalizer in 29 ABY.
"I need to discuss something of importance with General Hux. Where is he?"
Lieutenant Mitaka did his best not to collapse from fear, swallowing thickly as he prepared to deliver bad news.
"And?" Kylo pressed, not paying much mind to who ran which ships and who was important--aside from those he dealt with from day to day.
Instead of asking again, Kylo scowled behind his mask, looming over Mitaka.
A private meeting? Sounded dull. Maybe it would be more entertaining if Kylo crashed the meeting--the look on Hux's face would be priceless.
There it was again. Kylo swallowed thickly, closing his eyes and reaching out with the Force to find Hux.
The knight lingered in the corridor, abruptly equal parts aroused and confused.
Who was this person that just arrived and got to have Hux all to themselves? Was a military rank all it took to impress the redhead? Kylo wouldn't be entirely shocked if that were the case.
"I have business to discuss with General Hux," Kylo barked at the door, the vocoder garbling the sounds. He felt a shock of panic in Hux's Force signature, soothed away by the other presence.
Inside, Allegiant General Pryde was sitting in one of the conference chairs, smoking an e-cigarra.
The redheaded man brought the cigarra to his lips, puffing at it until the vapor had started to flow properly.
“So, you’re the one called Kylo Ren?” Pryde began, exhaling a cloud that tasted as sweet as Hux’s breath.
Hux’s posture stiffened from his place behind Pryde, notably avoiding looking at Kylo.
Kylo glanced at Hux, sensing the shame broiling under the man’s stern facade. This... this wasn’t Hux. This wasn’t the same man that snapped back at Snoke when he knew he was being wronged, nor the same one who rolled his eyes at Kylo and lectured him.
“Your opinion of me is of no importance,” Kylo growled through his teeth. “I have business with the general.”
Kylo bristled at the man’s confidence, waiting for Hux to lecture him into shape as he did everyone else under his command.
The redheaded man simply stood there, as if quietly awaiting instruction.
Pryde smirked, reaching over his shoulder and gesturing for Hux to offer his left hand. The redhead did so without complaint, allowing the older man to remove his glove and expose the black wedding band underneath.
“Anything you need to discuss with him, you may discuss with me.”
“Nothing to say?” Pryde pressed with a perk of one grey brow. “Then I suppose we’re done.”
And the object of his desires was married.
Before the doors slid shut behind him, Kylo heard Pryde telling Hux: “he doesn’t seem so difficult. Are you sure you’re trying hard enough?”
Snoke had eventually given the general a paltry amount of funding, which was immediately used to build an operational scale model that could melt doors.
Hux and Pryde had been on Starkiller Base for several cycles now, delegating orders via checklists sent over once a cycle. They didn’t read like Hux’s words, sounding more like Pryde.
Hux had been in the process of serving Pryde a drink when his datapad pinged, asking for permission to check his messages.
“Is it anything important?” Pryde asked, sipping at the brandy Hux had poured him.
Kylo was discouraged by the lack of an answer, suspecting that Pryde had something to do with it. That man was becoming a real pain.
Hux’s posture instantly stiffened, his hands tightening to fists in his lap.
“You’re developing wrinkles around your mouth. You don’t moisturize enough.”
He knew he didn’t look amazing, but he didn’t exactly think he looked -bad-.
Hux bit his tongue, preventing himself from pointing out that Pryde hadn’t been flawless and fresh-faced in his thirties either.
“Well,” Pryde cut him off before he could finish. “It’s a good thing I’m here to worry about all that.”
As if his words were meant to be comforting, Pryde pat Hux on the knee—scowling at the paltry amount of dry skin.
“I’ll get started right away, Sir.” Hux announced, moving to stand—only for Pryde to catch him by the wrist.
-Thin as a slip of paper and just as useless.-
Hux hoped that the nitpicking about his appearance would end with Brendol’s death, only for Pryde to effortlessly fill the empty space.
Hux looked up at the mirror, his eyes red with stifled emotion, his nose running some.
“Nearly done, Sir.” Hux called through the door, scrambling to wash his face and apply moisturizer to his body.
“Are you having trouble?” Pryde asked, lifting a brow as he looked down at Hux.
“N-No, Sir.” Hux insisted, keeping his eyes on the floor.
Hux felt the hair on the back of his neck standing on end, dreading where this admonishment was going.
“Use your tongue.”
“Sir, it’s only a little-“
“So it won’t take you very long.”
Hux’s lips twitched downward into a frown, hesitating and glaring at the puddle of alcohol on the otherwise shining floor.
“You’ve been very careless lately,” Pryde drawled, applying enough pressure to force Hux to lean toward the floor.
Pryde’s attention was drawn by the pinging of the datapad, the man’s curiousity getting the better of him.
Pryde turned the datapad over, seeing the two unacknowledged messages—both from Kylo Ren.
Hux had finished wiping down the glass, setting Pryde’s drink on the table as he resumed sitting on the sofa. Hopefully, they could retire to bed before much longer.
“I very much doubt that, Sir.”
Pryde was amused by the reaction—Armitage had never been very good at spotting subtle flirtation.
“That’s ridiculous, Sir.” Hux murmured. “I’m certain the agitation he makes me feel is quite mutual.”
Hux hadn’t once considered that Kylo’s endless badgering was some kind of flirtation, recontextualizing some of their interactions in his head.
“Does it matter, Sir?” Hux asked, finding all this talk of Kylo Ren distasteful.
Hux felt himself starting to blush at all this talk, shifting in his seat.
The older man chuckled, settling in against the sofa, sipping at his drink.
“I suppose you’re right,” Pryde remarked coolly, swirling his glass.
Hux glanced over, pressing a muted sigh through his nose as he saw what Pryde was doing.
“Of course, Sir.”
“Nh... That’s good, Armitage. But I know you can do better,” the older man husked, cupping Hux’s head in his gloved hand.
In the meantime, Kylo was getting increasingly annoyed with Hux ignoring him—weren’t they supposed to be co-commanding? Annoyed, he sent another message: “we still have business to discuss.”
Hux felt slightly nauseous, resuming the task he’d been given, the older man groaning as Hux’s mouth enveloped him. At least this time, the redhead was permitted to go at his own pace.
The thought made something flutter in Hux’s gut, his face flushing with color as he continued to bob his head.
“He’s young—he’d probably just burst in your mouth the moment you touched him.”
Without realizing it, Hux had begun sucking Pryde off with more fervor, his skin growing warmer.
The thought buzzed in Hux’s head, his cock-sucking becoming more involved and needy. What would Kylo taste like? Was he even human under all those layers? Perhaps he was some Force-powerful beast from deep space, hungering for human bodies.
“We still have business to discuss.”
“Has my room been prepared yet?”
Was a little suggested cuckolding what got his wife off these days? Armitage had always been so good to Pryde early on, when he wasn’t experienced.
He glanced at the datapad, still lying face-down across the room.
-General A.B. Hux”
Kylo had been mostly zoning out, daydreaming about Hux’s little waist when his datapad pinged. He looked over and stared at it in disbelief for a moment, finally grabbing it.
Kylo thought that sounded dumb as soon as he sent it, but was pleased to see Hux responding right away.
“It is. All rooms for high command have been finished for some time, not that you would know, since you’ve never attended a meeting.”
Kriff, Kylo must have been starved for attention—even this little banter went right to his cock.
“You’re better at details,” Kylo wrote back, slightly giddy.
“Obviously,” Hux replied, setting the datapad aside to pour himself a drink.
Hux gracefully crossed his legs as he sat, sipping at the brandy—it -was- nice. The message made him chuckle, replying: “I’ve worked far too hard to be modest about my achievements.”
Kylo was still teasing some, but it took incredible dedication on Hux’s part to make Starkiller Base into a reality. Credit where it was due.
“It’s more impressive in person,” Hux assured him, a slight thrill shivering though him at the idea of Kylo being nearby.
“I thought you’d enjoy the time alone,” Kylo replied, though he realized it probably sounded mopey.
“It’s too quiet,” Hux finally responded, which instantly confused Kylo.
“You make it sound like you miss me.”
“I don’t quite know you enough to miss you,” Hux sent after several attempts at wording, not wanting to give Kylo the satisfaction of admitting it outright.
Hux licked his lips, reaching one hand down to trace feather-light fingers over his cock through the silk of his robe. It was an awful tease, Hux’s hips trembling sweetly.
“Careful, Hux. Your husband might not like that.”
Kylo felt heat rising to his face—was Hux trying to say they should have an affair? Probably not, Kylo was just getting ahead of himself.
“Well, what do you like?” Kylo replied.
“Do you want to know something terribly depressing?” Hux wrote, sipping at his drink. “No one has ever asked me that before.”
His mind wandered back to the conference room, where Hux stood behind Pryde like a servant. Kylo’s parents hadn’t had a perfect marriage, but they’d loved one another.
“If he’s such an ass, why did you agree to marry him?” Kylo was baffled—there wasn’t any courting? Hux didn’t seem the type to suffer fools or empty affections, so Kylo was baffled.
Kylo had the feeling that not only had no one asked what Hux liked, but no one had asked if Hux was happy, either.
Hux’s lips twitched downward at the question, feeling something big and ugly threaten to burst out of him—but he bit it back as he always did, his eyes burning.
“It won’t impact my work.”
Hux hadn’t exactly intended to come off that catty, but his mood was... fluctuating. He was some combination of annoyed, aroused, and sad(?).
“Whatever,” he shot back, scowling at the datapad as he shifted to sit up against the headboard.
“Not that I do much working these days, try as I might.” Hux downed the rest of the alcohol.
“Now you’re catching on—perhaps you can be taught after all!” Hux replied, Kylo almost able to hear how underhanded the compliment was.
“Don’t you outrank him?”
The idea of Hux as a wife had images of the redhead in white lace and silk running through Kylo’s head, Kylo glad that Hux couldn’t see him blush.
Should Kylo even consider saying such flirtatious things to a married man?
Was it Kylo’s place to be a homewrecker?
“You’d look good in white,” Kylo finally sent, feeling his heart pounding as he considered if that was too bold.
Well, it had been a solid decade.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Hux replied awkwardly, unconsciously tugging his robe around himself more tightly.
Hux’s lips tightened at the question, able to feel the creases around his mouth that had developed with age.
“I’m not exactly a young man.”
“And?” Kylo still failed to follow.
“The black looks good on you already, I figured white would be nice.”
Hux returned with a full glass, spying the series of messages and blushing when he realized what they said. He had no idea how to respond to this kind of thing anymore, reduced to a bumbling, blushing mess.
If only Kylo could see him.
Kylo scoffed—what did his age have to do with anything?
“Almost 29. Why?”
Hux had no idea what to think—it defied logic that a younger man would find him appealing.
“I’m just several years older than you,” Hux responded, as if that were obvious. “It’s unexpected.”
Hux was feeling warm and a little embarrassed, taking a few more sips of the brandy for courage.
Hux realized that he’d been smiling at the datapad, idly wondering if he owned anything in white.
“I thought you were too pretty to be a military officer when I first saw you,” Kylo admitted, gnawing at his lower lip.
“Do you really find me pretty?”
Kylo blushed, immediately feeling dumb.
“Do you prefer handsome? You’re very pretty, but I won’t say that if you don’t like it.”
Kylo found that extremely hard to believe—he’d seen how some of the officers under Hux’s command gazed longingly after him.
Kylo didn't consider if it was appropriate for him to be talking poorly about Hux's spouse, but even Han would wrap Leia up in his arms when things were bad, kissing her face and calling her his princess.
Once Hux had stopped being "pretty" enough for Pryde, the man's affections dropped off almost completely. No longer telling Hux just how pretty and good he was--there was always something to be done better.
"Not unless he dies," Hux responded bitterly, sipping at his drink. The man was in his sixties and showed no signs of slowing, Hux would be equally as old before he was free. What would be the point then?
Kylo was coming to the conclusion that all Imperial rules for marriage were bad and outdated--Hux was clearly more capable than Pryde, yet here he was.
He'd been sitting here talking with Kylo for -hours-, he'd only have a little time to sleep before he had to attempt to work with Pryde undermining him.
"I mean it. You deserve the galaxy." Kylo licked his lips, thinking of how dejected Hux had looked in the conference room. "I want to give it to you."
“I won’t always be an apprentice,” Kylo shot back, slightly sullen. Hux wasn’t responding to his flirting in the desired fashion.
Kylo found that bit a little confusing—wasn’t the general already in charge of the First Order’s army? Unless Hux was vying for Snoke’s position, which would be rather dangerous talk.
“Won’t you?” Kylo dared ask.
“We won’t always be at war.”
-“I love you, Ben. I always will.”-
His mother’s voice rang in his head, making that ugly conflict between light and dark rise up.
“It’s late, I should turn in.”
Kylo scowled at the datapad—what was Hux hiding?
“I can have your things transported by shuttle around 0900, if that suits you.”
“Good. Report in when you arrive.”
“Of course, general. I look forward to it.”
“Sleep well, my general.”
The vocoded voice sent a slight thrill through the general, righting himself and turning to greet the knight.
Pryde glanced between the two of them, noting a slight change in Hux’s tone. It was something to consider.
Kylo solemnly nodded his helmet, taking a few steps closer to speak without booming across the bridge.
“I require a ship.”
“What manner of ship do you need?”
“A personal ship. Preferably a lightweight fighter so I can assist in the training of your pilots. Their formations need work.”
“You are free to use any of the TIE Fighters in hangar six for training exercises.”
“I need a personalized cockpit with a stable interior. The flight helmet interferes with my use of the Force.”
Something about it didn’t add up.
“Have you discussed this with the Supreme Leader?”
“I intend to,” Kylo stated flatly, which had Hux’s eyebrows furrowing again.
“I would rather you oversaw the project yourself,” Kylo said quickly, realizing it may have come off too eager.
Well, now that he really thought about it, he -did- have time for an engineering project. Pryde ran him over on so many topics, he was mostly doing the dull tasks anyway.
Hux sounded irritated by the request, but Kylo was pleased that his idea had inevitably worked.
“Good. We’ll discuss this further at that time.” Kylo felt slightly awkward talking like this—it was more formal than he typically went for, but he thought Hux would find it... what? Sophisticated? He wasn’t sure what his angle was.
Pryde had only observed the interaction, but he caught the way Hux’s green eyes had flicked across the glossy surface of the mask, looking for something more in its unmoving surface.
Hux bristled, turning back to the console he’d been working on, running a few diagnostics.
“You seem tense. Perhaps we should find you something more relaxing to do,” Pryde suggested, sliding his hand down to palm over Hux’s backside.
The general fantasized about breaking those fingers one by one.
“This is why you’re aging yourself so quickly, Armitage.” Pryde lamented with a sigh. “You’re only promising yourself more wrinkles when you scowl all day. Your skin won’t bounce back anymore.”
“I’m only running stability tests, it’s not-“
“I wasn’t asking,” Pryde interrupted, grabbing Hux by the shoulder to turn him around.
“Your attitude has left a lot to be desired lately, Armitage. Something is going to be done about it.”
“The Supreme Leader has given me a very short timelin-“
This time, when Hux was interrupted, it was by the gloved back of Pryde’s hand.
“I’ve spoken with the Supreme Leader about your timeline. I know what it is.”
“You may recall that he asked me to stay and oversee your pet project, which means that I tell you what the timeline is. Is that clear?”
Poison was far too merciful for Pryde. He deserved something worse.
Only for Pryde to kick him sharply in the stomach, sending him back down. Hux felt like he might be ill, clouds forming at the edges of his vision.
Hux felt blood springing in his mouth—he might pass out.
“Apologize to me for being such an embarrassment as a wife, and as an officer of the First Order. The Supreme Leader will be hearing of this.”
Hux regained consciousness in the med bay some time later, his uniform traded out for a hospital gown. The surface injuries had been treated with bacta, but the internal ones needed supervision—a droid humming over his midsection.
But he did remember very vivid nightmares about his father, which startled him to consciousness in the first place.
“Is your pain being managed well, Sir? You woke rather suddenly.”
Hux’s jaw tensed, finding it was still sore from Pryde’s boot on his face.
Pryde had asked to be alerted when Hux regained consciousness.
Was the fact that he was alive an accident, or was this just Pryde making a point?
“How was your nap, Armitage?” Pryde asked with an ugly smirk, stepping up to Hux’s bedside. “Are you feeling more respectful?”
Just like when he was a boy, he couldn’t afford to panic and cry.
“That’s a good boy,” Pryde said condescendingly, patting Hux’s cheek and making him gasp in pain. “Your engineering meeting went quite well. Snoke’s dog even has a ship.”
But he let Hux speak in complete sentences.
Hux realized he would have really liked to be there.
“Do let me know when they release you from observation. I have a few tasks for you.” And with that, the allegiant general excused himself.
Why had Hux even invited him to the meeting if he wasn’t going to show up?
Kylo didn’t get it, which only made him angrier, the training droid beeping weakly as it fell to pieces under the lightsaber’s punishment.
Maybe that’s what he got for lusting after a married man.
“I’m sorry, sir. I can’t release you from observation until your condition is more stable.”
“I at least need access to a console,” Hux protested, weaker than usual but no less exasperated for it.
The medic shuffled on their feet. “I have to advise against sitting up or standing, sir.”
The heavy footsteps had been familiar, as was the cadence of the voice—Hux was staring.
“...Ren?” Hux confirmed, trying to process this new information.
But Hux instantly understood the necessity of the mask to maintain Kylo’s dark and mysterious persona—a rainbow of expressions shifting across the knight’s face as Hux realized.
“...What happened?” Kylo asked, the calm in his voice belying his confused anger.
“I wrongly assumed that my military rank carried any weight.”
“...Pryde did this?”
Kylo forced calm into his voice, masking pure fury with cold anger. Hux immediately heard the change, slightly confused.
“I... Yes. He did.”
“Has he done this before?” Kylo asked, moving to the console at Hux’s bedside, attempting to make sense of the diagnostics.
Kylo was scowling at the screen, seeing something about internal hemorrhaging and contusions—which sounded bad, even if he couldn’t figure out what it was.
Hux was having more trouble than usual talking to Kylo, unable to consolidate the masked man with the flawless specimen of masculinity currently watching him.
“He should be charged with treason. You’re the leader of the First Order’s armies.”
Hux didn’t know why he was disappointed that Kylo looked away, but he was.
Kylo scoffed, “I’ll space him for you.”
“And you think Leader Snoke wouldn’t be cross about that?”
Frustrated, Kylo changed tactics.
“I’d like to reschedule our meeting.”
“Why is that?”
“I wasn’t satisfied with the outcome,” Kylo explained, hoping he sounded genuine. “I’d prefer your input, when you have the time.”
“I have time now,” Hux pointed out, picking up his datapad and navigating to his blueprints, pulling up a basic TIE Fighter. “What was it you wanted?”
They were close like this, Kylo able to feel the warmth radiating off of Hux’s body.
Until one day Hux wasn’t there.
Pryde had been blessedly absent while Hux was recovering, but he was on the bridge now, talking over Hux as he gesticulated through a cloud of cigarra vapor.
Unfortunately for Hux, that also meant he was medically well enough to perform wifely duties for the man currently talking over him.
“General Hux,” Kylo called out, pointedly placing his large body between the two of them. “My prototype has arrived and I require your presence.”
Kylo ignored the complaint, keeping all of his attention on Hux as if Pryde wasn’t even there. The allegiant general became visibly annoyed, which only fed a spiteful little thing inside of Hux.
Pryde glared after the two of them as they seemed to run from the room like they had a secret.
Immediately, Hux seemed a bit uncertain, slightly shifting his feet.
“There aren’t enough restraints. If something goes wrong, I’ll go flying.”
“Sit with me.”
For the last week, Kylo had been visiting him every day, talking with him, listening to him, and being far kinder than his husband had ever been.
The redhead was visibly blushing, even in the low light.
“If I’m too heavy, I can move.”
“What? You don’t weigh anything,” Kylo insisted, bouncing his legs.
Sensing Hux’s conflict, Kylo powered up the ship, the twin ion engines roaring to life.
Without waiting for further confirmation, Kylo shot out of the hangar.
And maybe he really liked how Hux was almost hiding his face in Kylo’s hair, feeling warm breath against the side of his face.
“Not used to light fighters, general?”
“That doesn’t have to be the case. You’re in a light fighter now, right?”
“This hardly counts—I’m just a passenger.”
“I can teach you,” Kylo offered, realizing how close Hux was when the man turned to look at him.
“Not everything has to be a simulation,” Kylo teased, making Hux huff.
“I don’t necessarily want to learn on a prototype!”
Kylo thought it was cute how Hux looked when he was flustered, smirking at him.
Hux startled some, blushing and tripping over his words.
“W-What? I haven’t done anything. You’re absolutely ridiculous-“
“You don’t have to do anything,” Kylo purred, watching Hux with half-lidded eyes.
“O-Oh-“ Hux realized his error, visibly embarrassed as he tried to squirm away, only for Kylo to hold him in place.
“I shouldn’t-“ Hux insisted, still pulling back.
“Do you want to?” Kylo pressed, desperate.
“Yes it is,” Kylo insisted. “He might not care, but I do. I want you to like this.”
Hux nearly whined, his desire to be a good member of the First Order going at odds with his need to feel desired.