I Am Supreme

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

“You can give me time. I’m not going to forgive you for a while.”

Ben gripped the blanket by the fistful and glanced down. “Yes, of course. But Armitage...” he bit his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Please do not contact the Order. Please. Don’t give them the coordinates, help us destroy them”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it. But there’s nothing for me here. I want to go back to my ship, where people appreciate me.”

“That’s not true!” His head quickly shot up to instantly glance into their sapphire eyes. “Back on the Finalizer no one is truly appreciated!”

“At least people don’t hate me there. I don’t belong with people I’ve tried to exterminate.”

Ben shook his head and took their hand into his own hands. “We can get through it together. I’ve killed more than enough to count from the resistance’s side.”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Think about the new life that we can forge together!” He looked at the other’s hand, stroking it gently. “Until you come over, you will be supervised.”

“I will.” He nodded. “All right.”

“Are you hungry? Do you want anything?” He asked kissing the pale and clammy hands. He knew they didn’t want him around right now.

“I am hungry.”

“What would you like to eat? I can get access into anything if you want.” He reached his hand up and softly caressed their cheek.

“I think some eggs.”

Ben nodded then stood up, leaning down to give him a soft kiss upon his forehead. He walked over to the door and looked at them over his shoulder. “Any specific way?”

“Scrambled.”

“Would you like anything to drink?” He asked, hovering his hand over the scan pad.

“Some brandy.”

Ben didn’t think alcohol was the best solution for the male, but he didn’t argue. He nodded then left the room.

Hux watched him leave, sighing to himself.

Ben made his way down to the mess hall, stopping at kitchen. He decided to make the eggs himself. Not that difficult, right?

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

“You can give me time. I’m not going to forgive you for a while.”

Ben gripped the blanket by the fistful and glanced down. “Yes, of course. But Armitage...” he bit his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Please do not contact the Order. Please. Don’t give them the coordinates, help us destroy them”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it. But there’s nothing for me here. I want to go back to my ship, where people appreciate me.”

“That’s not true!” His head quickly shot up to instantly glance into their sapphire eyes. “Back on the Finalizer no one is truly appreciated!”

“At least people don’t hate me there. I don’t belong with people I’ve tried to exterminate.”

Ben shook his head and took their hand into his own hands. “We can get through it together. I’ve killed more than enough to count from the resistance’s side.”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Think about the new life that we can forge together!” He looked at the other’s hand, stroking it gently. “Until you come over, you will be supervised.”

“I will.” He nodded. “All right.”

“Are you hungry? Do you want anything?” He asked kissing the pale and clammy hands. He knew they didn’t want him around right now.

“I am hungry.”

“What would you like to eat? I can get access into anything if you want.” He reached his hand up and softly caressed their cheek.

“I think some eggs.”

Ben nodded then stood up, leaning down to give him a soft kiss upon his forehead. He walked over to the door and looked at them over his shoulder. “Any specific way?”

“Scrambled.”

“Would you like anything to drink?” He asked, hovering his hand over the scan pad.

“Some brandy.”

Ben didn’t think alcohol was the best solution for the male, but he didn’t argue. He nodded then left the room.

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

“You can give me time. I’m not going to forgive you for a while.”

Ben gripped the blanket by the fistful and glanced down. “Yes, of course. But Armitage...” he bit his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Please do not contact the Order. Please. Don’t give them the coordinates, help us destroy them”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it. But there’s nothing for me here. I want to go back to my ship, where people appreciate me.”

“That’s not true!” His head quickly shot up to instantly glance into their sapphire eyes. “Back on the Finalizer no one is truly appreciated!”

“At least people don’t hate me there. I don’t belong with people I’ve tried to exterminate.”

Ben shook his head and took their hand into his own hands. “We can get through it together. I’ve killed more than enough to count from the resistance’s side.”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Think about the new life that we can forge together!” He looked at the other’s hand, stroking it gently. “Until you come over, you will be supervised.”

“I will.” He nodded. “All right.”

“Are you hungry? Do you want anything?” He asked kissing the pale and clammy hands. He knew they didn’t want him around right now.

“I am hungry.”

“What would you like to eat? I can get access into anything if you want.” He reached his hand up and softly caressed their cheek.

“I think some eggs.”

Ben nodded then stood up, leaning down to give him a soft kiss upon his forehead. He walked over to the door and looked at them over his shoulder. “Any specific way?”

“Scrambled.”

“Would you like anything to drink?” He asked, hovering his hand over the scan pad.

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

“You can give me time. I’m not going to forgive you for a while.”

Ben gripped the blanket by the fistful and glanced down. “Yes, of course. But Armitage...” he bit his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Please do not contact the Order. Please. Don’t give them the coordinates, help us destroy them”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it. But there’s nothing for me here. I want to go back to my ship, where people appreciate me.”

“That’s not true!” His head quickly shot up to instantly glance into their sapphire eyes. “Back on the Finalizer no one is truly appreciated!”

“At least people don’t hate me there. I don’t belong with people I’ve tried to exterminate.”

Ben shook his head and took their hand into his own hands. “We can get through it together. I’ve killed more than enough to count from the resistance’s side.”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Think about the new life that we can forge together!” He looked at the other’s hand, stroking it gently. “Until you come over, you will be supervised.”

“I will.” He nodded. “All right.”

“Are you hungry? Do you want anything?” He asked kissing the pale and clammy hands. He knew they didn’t want him around right now.

“I am hungry.”

“What would you like to eat? I can get access into anything if you want.” He reached his hand up and softly caressed their cheek.

“I think some eggs.”

Ben nodded then stood up, leaning down to give him a soft kiss upon his forehead. He walked over to the door and looked at them over his shoulder. “Any specific way?”

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

“You can give me time. I’m not going to forgive you for a while.”

Ben gripped the blanket by the fistful and glanced down. “Yes, of course. But Armitage...” he bit his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Please do not contact the Order. Please. Don’t give them the coordinates, help us destroy them”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it. But there’s nothing for me here. I want to go back to my ship, where people appreciate me.”

“That’s not true!” His head quickly shot up to instantly glance into their sapphire eyes. “Back on the Finalizer no one is truly appreciated!”

“At least people don’t hate me there. I don’t belong with people I’ve tried to exterminate.”

Ben shook his head and took their hand into his own hands. “We can get through it together. I’ve killed more than enough to count from the resistance’s side.”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Think about the new life that we can forge together!” He looked at the other’s hand, stroking it gently. “Until you come over, you will be supervised.”

“I will.” He nodded. “All right.”

“Are you hungry? Do you want anything?” He asked kissing the pale and clammy hands. He knew they didn’t want him around right now.

“I am hungry.”

“What would you like to eat? I can get access into anything if you want.” He reached his hand up and softly caressed their cheek.

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

“You can give me time. I’m not going to forgive you for a while.”

Ben gripped the blanket by the fistful and glanced down. “Yes, of course. But Armitage...” he bit his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Please do not contact the Order. Please. Don’t give them the coordinates, help us destroy them”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it. But there’s nothing for me here. I want to go back to my ship, where people appreciate me.”

“That’s not true!” His head quickly shot up to instantly glance into their sapphire eyes. “Back on the Finalizer no one is truly appreciated!”

“At least people don’t hate me there. I don’t belong with people I’ve tried to exterminate.”

Ben shook his head and took their hand into his own hands. “We can get through it together. I’ve killed more than enough to count from the resistance’s side.”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Think about the new life that we can forge together!” He looked at the other’s hand, stroking it gently. “Until you come over, you will be supervised.”

“I will.” He nodded. “All right.”

“Are you hungry? Do you want anything?” He asked kissing the pale and clammy hands. He knew they didn’t want him around right now.

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

“You can give me time. I’m not going to forgive you for a while.”

Ben gripped the blanket by the fistful and glanced down. “Yes, of course. But Armitage...” he bit his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Please do not contact the Order. Please. Don’t give them the coordinates, help us destroy them”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it. But there’s nothing for me here. I want to go back to my ship, where people appreciate me.”

“That’s not true!” His head quickly shot up to instantly glance into their sapphire eyes. “Back on the Finalizer no one is truly appreciated!”

“At least people don’t hate me there. I don’t belong with people I’ve tried to exterminate.”

Ben shook his head and took their hand into his own hands. “We can get through it together. I’ve killed more than enough to count from the resistance’s side.”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it.”

“Think about the new life that we can forge together!” He looked at the other’s hand, stroking it gently. “Until you come over, you will be supervised.”

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

“You can give me time. I’m not going to forgive you for a while.”

Ben gripped the blanket by the fistful and glanced down. “Yes, of course. But Armitage...” he bit his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Please do not contact the Order. Please. Don’t give them the coordinates, help us destroy them”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it. But there’s nothing for me here. I want to go back to my ship, where people appreciate me.”

“That’s not true!” His head quickly shot up to instantly glance into their sapphire eyes. “Back on the Finalizer no one is truly appreciated!”

“At least people don’t hate me there. I don’t belong with people I’ve tried to exterminate.”

Ben shook his head and took their hand into his own hands. “We can get through it together. I’ve killed more than enough to count from the resistance’s side.”

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

“You can give me time. I’m not going to forgive you for a while.”

Ben gripped the blanket by the fistful and glanced down. “Yes, of course. But Armitage...” he bit his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Please do not contact the Order. Please. Don’t give them the coordinates, help us destroy them”

Hux sighed. “I’ll think about it. But there’s nothing for me here. I want to go back to my ship, where people appreciate me.”

“That’s not true!” His head quickly shot up to instantly glance into their sapphire eyes. “Back on the Finalizer no one is truly appreciated!”

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

“You can give me time. I’m not going to forgive you for a while.”

Ben gripped the blanket by the fistful and glanced down. “Yes, of course. But Armitage...” he bit his bottom lip.

“What?”

“Please do not contact the Order. Please. Don’t give them the coordinates, help us destroy them”

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

“You can give me time. I’m not going to forgive you for a while.”

Ben gripped the blanket by the fistful and glanced down. “Yes, of course. But Armitage...” he bit his bottom lip.

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

“You should be sorry.” Hux kept stroking his hair.

Ben looked up towards their eyes with glassy tear-filled eyes. “What can I do,” he sobbed continuously.

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

Hux closed his eyes, and let the numbness wash over him again.

Ben felt like he everything was falling apart all over again. His hands shook and his stomach churned.

He was starting to hate himself all over again. How could Hux ever forgive him. How could he even face him, after pushing him away. He had to do something. But what? Surely they couldn’t send Hux back to that morbid cell. Even if Hux was the enemy, his affection was still a faint flicker.

After several minutes of thinking and self loathing, Ben shakily stood up and found Princess Leia, his mother, standing in the doorway. He straightened his posture and cleared his throat.

“Mother, it’s best that he stays with me instead of returning to that cell.”

“Was he your mate back on the Order?” she asked gently. She could see her son’s self hate, gleaming in his eyes and it was too familiar.

“That has nothing to do with that. It is unfitting to send someone who had been through his tribulations back into a damp area. Besides, I will be able to keep an eye on him.”

Leia came up to the male and smiled softly, giving a nod she gave word to the guards and the medical staff of their orders to take Hux back to Ben Solo’s room.

Hux noticed they were moving him somewhere, to what looked like someone’s personal quarters, but he didn’t care too much, so he closed his eyes again.

Once they made to Ben’s door, they took him to the bed and stayed until Hux was settled, leaving Hux several medication they went on their way.

Not long after, seconds mainly, Ben cautiously walked in and his eyes locked onto the other body inside the room.

“Armitage,” his voice softly spoke.

When Hux heard Ben’s voice, he opened his eyes, turning away from him and curling in on himself. “Go away,” he said softly.

Ben walked to the end of the bed and sighed heavily. “Armitage, I-” He made a fist as his head lowered. “I didn’t know.”

“You would have if you hadn’t left me to rot in a cell. I thought you cared about me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before we left the shuttle? I would’ve had them keep you safe and bring you with me to switch sides.” He but his lip, suppressing himself from showing any emotion. “We could’ve raised it here.”

“I didn’t know then. I only figured it out in the cell when I didn’t have my heat.”

“Was it...painful?” Ben reluctantly asked, turning his head to face the other’s body, extending a hand to try and touch an ankle. “It didn’t last for very long, I hope.”

Hux pulled his ankle away. “Yes, it was painful. Did you not hear me, when I told you to stop?”

Ben shook his head a little, watching them pull away from his gentle touch. “I couldn’t tell completely, once the bond was...separated.” He looked over his shoulder and toward Hux.

Hux sighed. “That’s too bad.”

“I wish I could take the pain away from you, Hux.” He leaned a little closer towards them. “Besides you staying here, is there anything I can do.”

“I don’t want you to touch me. And I’m tired, so go away. I want to be alone.”

“At least let me stay with you. I don’t think you should be alone, especially after what you went through. And even on....enemy territory.” He stood up and went to retrieve a pitcher of water.

“Fine.”

Ben poured a cup of water and offered it to the other. “Armitage, why don’t you come over.”

Hux sat up so he could take the water, taking a drink.

“Are you not going to even consider joining? You’ll be happy here. You will be safe here, with me.” Ben watched the other drink, waiting patiently.

“No, I’m not. I am still loyal to the order.”

“Armitage, you can’t go back there! They don’t care about whether you die or not, even though you’re loyal!” Ben gripped the pitchers handle tightly. “But here is different!”

“They care about me more there than here. I’ve killed a lot of people. It’s different for you, you’re the General’s son.”

“But they will see that you’ve turned over your loyalty over to the resistance! And they will welcome you with open arms! And then we can start a family!”

“I might join the Resistance, but I’ll never start a family with you. You lost your chance for that when you broke our bond and killed our pup.”

Ben settled the pitcher onto a table next to the bed, approaching the bed to only fall on his knees with tears in his eyes. “Armitage, I-“ his voice stopped and only sobs were what came out.

Hux sighed when Ben started crying. He was glad he was hurt, he deserved to hurt after what he did. But he also still cared about him, so he reached out to stroke his hair gently, shushing him.

Ben wrapped his arms around the others waist, pulling him tightly as his head laid on their lap. He couldn’t control his tears. They stained the blanket as he cried. “Armitage I’m so sorry!” He repeatedly screamed out, several times.

@thelxstsolo

They had been happy once, he was sure of it.

Well at least as happy as men like them could ever be.

He didn’t know where it had all gone so wrong.

They’d been happy.

It was only meant to be a simple mission.

Retrieve an artifact, then return to their shuttle and the Finalizer.

But something had gone wrong.

The Resistance had been waiting for them and now he was here. Shoved into a dingy cell in the depths of a Resistance base on some unknown planet.

He didn’t know where Kylo was.

His alpha, his mate, his emotional whirlwind.

He’d not seen him since he’d left their shuttle without even a kiss goodbye.

Hux had forgiven him at the time, after all, as far as anyone knew he was an alpha. His omega genes mostly suppressed with pills and perfumes. No one knew they’d bonded, and Hux was loathe to lose face in front of mere troopers.

But now he started to wonder about it.

He’d been in this cell for close to three months, if his calculations were correct. The windowless box he languished in seemed to have its lights on a set timer, mimicking night and day cycles. His only ‘human contact’ came twice during the day cycle when nutrient packets were shoved through an open slot at the bottom of the door. Not a word was spoken and the door never opened.

He’d worried at first when the time for his heat neared, he’d tugged on their bond. His weak omega needs getting the better of him as he silently begged for Kylo to answer him. But nothing came, their bond was blocked, muted.

Curling up on the hard cot, Hux shivered, quiet whimpers slipping without his permission from his lips as he waited for the inevitable.

But the inevitable never came.

He’d been relieved at first, believing that the stress of being captured had put a halt on his biological needs.

Now he knew better.

Humming quietly under his breath, Hux trailed his fingers over the slowly growing curve of his belly. He wanted to be angry, to rail at a galaxy that let this happen, wanted to curse his absent alpha. But if he concentrated, he could feel their fluttering movements, and could no longer find the energy for anger.

He just wanted Kylo.

Tugging on their bond again, Hux ignored the tear that slipped down his cheek at the nothingness that answered him.

He wanted to go home.

Hux closed his eyes, and let the numbness wash over him again.

Ben felt like he everything was falling apart all over again. His hands shook and his stomach churned.

He was starting to hate himself all over again. How could Hux ever forgive him. How could he even face him, after pushing him away. He had to do something. But what? Surely they couldn’t send Hux back to that morbid cell. Even if Hux was the enemy, his affection was still a faint flicker.

After several minutes of thinking and self loathing, Ben shakily stood up and found Princess Leia, his mother, standing in the doorway. He straightened his posture and cleared his throat.

“Mother, it’s best that he stays with me instead of returning to that cell.”

“Was he your mate back on the Order?” she asked gently. She could see her son’s self hate, gleaming in his eyes and it was too familiar.

“That has nothing to do with that. It is unfitting to send someone who had been through his tribulations back into a damp area. Besides, I will be able to keep an eye on him.”

Leia came up to the male and smiled softly, giving a nod she gave word to the guards and the medical staff of their orders to take Hux back to Ben Solo’s room.

Hux noticed they were moving him somewhere, to what looked like someone’s personal quarters, but he didn’t care too much, so he closed his eyes again.

Once they made to Ben’s door, they took him to the bed and stayed until Hux was settled, leaving Hux several medication they went on their way.

Not long after, seconds mainly, Ben cautiously walked in and his eyes locked onto the other body inside the room.

“Armitage,” his voice softly spoke.

When Hux heard Ben’s voice, he opened his eyes, turning away from him and curling in on himself. “Go away,” he said softly.

Ben walked to the end of the bed and sighed heavily. “Armitage, I-” He made a fist as his head lowered. “I didn’t know.”

“You would have if you hadn’t left me to rot in a cell. I thought you cared about me.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before we left the shuttle? I would’ve had them keep you safe and bring you with me to switch sides.” He but his lip, suppressing himself from showing any emotion. “We could’ve raised it here.”

“I didn’t know then. I only figured it out in the cell when I didn’t have my heat.”

“Was it...painful?” Ben reluctantly asked, turning his head to face the other’s body, extending a hand to try and touch an ankle. “It didn’t last for very long, I hope.”

Hux pulled his ankle away. “Yes, it was painful. Did you not hear me, when I told you to stop?”

Ben shook his head a little, watching them pull away from his gentle touch. “I couldn’t tell completely, once the bond was...separated.” He looked over his shoulder and toward Hux.

Hux sighed. “That’s too bad.”

“I wish I could take the pain away from you, Hux.” He leaned a little closer towards them. “Besides you staying here, is there anything I can do.”

“I don’t want you to touch me. And I’m tired, so go away. I want to be alone.”

“At least let me stay with you. I don’t think you should be alone, especially after what you went through. And even on....enemy territory.” He stood up and went to retrieve a pitcher of water.