Caspian Sea

Hux was delicately draped over Kylo’s body, the knight’s hand pressed firmly against his naked thigh. Hux’s slender arm gracefully stretching across the bed leaning on Kylo’s chest for support to reach the lighter on the nightstand. 

Kylo breathed deeply, inhaling the heat of their sex and the lingering scent of Hux’s stingingly sweet pomade; his ginger hair now falling loose and damp about his face. He felt Hux’s soft nipples brush against him, noticing the general’s body tense as they rubbed against his pecs. Kylo observed him quietly as he sat upright straddling his lap, and held a cigarette between his slender fingers.

“Did I say you could smoke?” Kylo asked in a stern almost warning tone.

Hux paused. A small pulse of nervousness flitted through his conscious mind and he answered hesitantly. “I thought you said I-“

Kylo smiled. “I’m just teasing you. Yes I already said you could.” 

“Tch. Don’t do that.” Hux huffed. He lit his cigarette and turned his head away to smoke. 

Kylo traced up the side of Hux’s thigh, there was a sheen of sweat on his skin, which was still flush from their previous activities. His hand found its place in the arch of Hux’s spine resting gently on top of his hip where a purple bruise had blossomed. He squeezed just enough to give sensation without causing pain.

“I thought you liked being punished.” Kylo replied coyly. 

Hux’s breath hitched. “Yes but-“ he stopped himself before finishing his sentence. Kylo could sense the rest of it trailing off in his mind “I don't like making mistakes.”

He kept his accidental eavesdropping to himself and smiled using his other hand to pull Hux’s chin closer to his face. He put out the cigarette with his finger, not flinching at the heat, pulled it from between his soft pink lips and kissed him tenderly. 

Hux responded with a moan, his lips parted. Kylo’s tongue plunged inward, Hux’s arms lazily draping over the knight’s broad shoulders. Kylo kissed him aggressively, biting on Hux’s bottom lip as he laced his fingers through Hux’s shiny hair. When they parted, Kylo looked over Hux’s body to make sure he looked thurougly fucked. Tracing the bites and bruises that decorated his general’s sensitive skin. He took pride in marking him, testing the boundaries of what could be hidden by Hux’s uniform and leaving passionate reminders that Hux could fuss about in his private refresher. He was beautiful and he was his, He liked Hux to know that. 

He grazed his hand over Hux’s chest, his finger ghosting over his pink nipples. He pinched one, rubbing it with his finger tips to see the General’s reaction. Hux moaned, letting his head sag forward as he dug his nails into Kylo’s back. Satisfied Kylo smiled and grabbed a glass from the night stand, handing it to Hux. 

“Why don’t you make me a drink.” He instructed casually. 

Hux took the glass and made a small frown at its lack of cleanliness due to previous unmentionables that it had been used for. But he turned back to Kylo without a trace of such concern. “What would you like to drink?”

“Hm” Kylo thought for a moment. “You choose.” He smirked, “Make it good and you’ll get a tip.”

Hux nodded and, holding the glass delicately, he stood and walked towards the table on the other side of the room. Kylo noticed he was a bit unsteady on his feet, come and lube sliding down his ass and thighs. Kylo’s face grew hot at the sight. It was always nice to see him in such a relaxed state where he was not constantly vigilant and obsessed with presenting himself perfectly. It was sexy to see he’d fucked him hard enough to leave a lasting effect. But knowing Hux also had a tendency to stay quiet when they’d overdone things left him somewhat concerned. Kylo almost told him to come back and rest a little more, but he thought Hux would take offense so, against his better judgment, he stayed silent. 

There was a small pop as Hux opened a bottle of Kylo’s favorite wine. It was really the only alcohol Kylo ever drank as he wasn't much of a drinker. Hux poured it into the glass once it had been thoroughly cleaned, then picked it up again, and turned to walk back to him. But as he was walking he tripped over his own unstable feet and the glass slipped from his hand. Instinctively Kylo reached out with the force to keep Hux from falling but it was too late to save the glass. It crashed to the ground shattering into a million pieces. Wine spilled across the floor looking as if Hux stood in a pool of blood.

The world was frozen for a moment, the loud sound of breaking glass stung their ears and left them both stunned. Once he was sure Hux wouldn’t fall, Kylo released him from his force grip and stood up from the bed searching for where he had put his shoes. 

“It’s alright don’t worry about it. Just don’t move. I don't want you stepping on glass, okay?” Kylo reassured Hux as he tried to find something a bit simpler to put on than his boots. But when he looked up after trying to squeeze his feet into Hux’s slippers he noticed Hux was shaking. 

He stood there frozen in place like the sound had never gone away, his arm outstretched as if the glass had never left it. His eyes were wide staring down at the puddle of wine, shoulders tense, and his legs hardly supporting his trembling form. 

“Armitage? Baby are you okay?” Kylo asked, concerned. 

Hux collapsed to his hands and knees letting out a strangled yelp as broken glass bit into his skin. Panicking Kylo shoved the glass aside with the force and ran towards him, collapsing beside him. “What’s wrong? Is everything alright?” Kylo asked frantically, trying to calm his voice so as not to startle him.

Hux didn’t respond, instead his head hung low. Kylo gently reached out to pull him into his arms when Hux bent forward as if he were going to lick the spilled wine from the floor. 

“Hux don’t do that!” Kylo exclaimed in frightened confusion, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him quickly into his lap, pressing their chests together so he could feel the nauseating pace of Hux’s heart beat. He was afraid. 

“Armitage I’m not mad at you for spilling the drink or breaking the glass. I’m not going to punish you. You know I wouldn’t do anything we hadn’t agreed upon right? And even if we had you could still change your mind at any time.” He whispered softly into Hux’s ear gripping him tighter when all he heard in response was a shaky unintelligible murmur.

“Baby please tell me what’s going on.” Kylo pleaded, his voice shaking, holding his bloodied hand up to his face. 

He laid his head on Hux’s shoulder and almost vomited as he was hurled into Hux’s troubled mind, flooded with emotions and memories. A man he recognized as Hux’s father, a boy that must have been a young Armitage, and another man he did not know. That shaking, rushing, heart beat, spilled drinks, an awful soulless laugh, and the cold biting grip of a fathers hand pulling violently on a small boy's wrist.

Kylo stumbled back. He hadn’t meant to look. Hux was practically screaming it through the force; there was no way he could have blocked such a powerful wave of emotion. 

“Armitage…” he said slowly, moving over to his crumpled frame to see his eyes were red and puffy as tears streamed down his face. 

Kylo used the force to grab a wet rag from a cabinet then he got back down on his knees before Hux and began to wipe away the spilled drink.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Hux asked so quietly Kylo could barely hear his quivering voice.

“I asked you to make the drink, therefore it’s my mess to clean up. It’s not on you.” Kylo replied. 

He looked up into Hux’s watery eyes, the man’s mental wall had been violently torn down and he was flowing with emotions. Kylo wished desperately he could seal the wound that had been ripped open, pouring his love into the force, hoping it would calm him.

“It’s not your fault. It never was. You were a child.” Kylo told him softly.

Hux dragged his heavy limbs over to him and collapsed into Kylo’s arms shaking and sobbing against his chest. Kylo held him tightly whispering to him softly and petting his hair. When Hux’s cries quieted to a soft sniffling, Kylo pulled the first aid kit from under the bed and looked over the cuts on his hands and knees.

“I’m sorry.” Hux whimpered. 

“You have nothing to apologize for my love.” Kylo smiled gently, trying to be as careful as possible as he pulled a piece of glass from his palm with tweezers. Hux winced as Kylo spread bacta on his wounds and bandaged them. He took another rag and gently wiped down his thighs and ass, also spreading bacta on a few of the deeper bites and inflamed skin. Then he carried him back over to the bed, and found the cleanest blanket to wrap him in. With the force he opened the bedroom door and pulled in Millicent who made her protests to being levitated known with a very disproving raspy meow as she pawed the air and was plopped onto Hux’s lap. 

“Do you feel a little better now?”

“Yes. but you’re not supposed to use the force on Milli.” Hux pointed out, glaring at Kylo slightly.  The cat had settled down and was now making biscuits on the blanket and purring softly. 

“Okay so I cheated a little bit, do you forgive me?” Kylo asked jokingly. 

“I didn’t mean to get so upset earlier. It just scared me.” Hux admitted abruptly, looking down at himself as his pet Millicent. 

“I know. And it’s okay. I promise I didn’t mean to look into your head.” Kylo added with a guilty sigh.

“I know- I, I don’t mind it too much all the time. I just don’t like not having privacy. But I get that there are times where I maybe don’t say something I should, and then maybe it’s okay.” Hux confessed, still sounding a bit unsure.

“Well, I’m still going to try and not do it unless I ask first.” Kylo reassured him, squeezing his shoulder. “Is there anything you wanted to talk about? With what you remembered.”

“No.” Hux responded curtly. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes” Hux replied a bit of the shakiness leaving his voice. “It doesn’t matter anymore. It wasn’t my fault. And now he’s dead, that was his fault, and he deserved it.”

Kylo smiled. He liked when Hux could feel good about what happened to Brendol and take pride in it.  “And now you’ve surpassed him in every way.” He assured him, wrapping his arm around Hux who was no longer tense. 

“Hux?” he asked softly. 

“Hm?”

“Why don’t I get you a drink?”