KYLO REN

                    he makes a noise low in his throat as he sits, his fingers pressed to his temples. already ren is in casual military dress, getting ready for another day at base with his fussy --- boss? person, who knew what hux ( or anyone else for that matter ) classed as these days.       “ you don’t have to. thanks. if you’re willing though, can you push that carton my way? ”     he waggled a finger towards the orange juice.      “ force sake, there weren’t any fruit in my life for the longest time but the people of this world? why, orange juice in paper boxes, at least things are sweet here. ”      kylo ren has a --- massive sweet tooth.

                     his brows press together. ren looks at the other man and then at the television. with the world being so different from his own he’s confused by what’s playing.      “ what are you watching? ”

                    ren glances back from what he’s working on --- he has a laptop now, and glances tiredly at the man nearer to the counter than he is.       “ hand me one of the bags of crisps? ”      he asks, plucking an ear bud out.

                         there’s a pause and ren throws him a look.       “ because vader’s mask, and the years of tyranny and all of what’s associated with --- that isn’t pain, ”      he nods and looks at the tv, a little frustrated.      “ i’m the only one who finds it funny, aren’t i? ”

                     ren sits next to his father purposefully, casting a look the other man’s way as he crosses and uncrosses his legs.      “ so, hux didn’t find it funny. but did you know yesterday was star wars day? i saw children running around in my mask. closest i’ve ever come to wanting children of my own. ”

                    he doesn’t want the conflict he’s well aware is coming. his muscles tighten ( ren forces them to relax ) at the sight of her alone. to say that he and the smuggler don’t get along is like saying han solo dabbled in petty crime. but he’s been here long enough to know there is such a thing as a TIME & place. so --- instead of drawing his lightsaber, pushes a container a frozen yogurt across the cabinet.      “ try it. it’s cold. you lived on jakku. ‘frozen’ must be rare. ”

      it is the humblest of starter calls, and these will be short starters because he --- needs people to traumatize/befriend. i’m also currently running with sith!kylo so he’s ~~ basically the same. but w/ more frozen yogurt.

          to many of the soldiers ren's all anger and long lashes, he's not surprised that they don't fear him here. here, hux is the scary one and ren is just another commanding officer -- another face in a long procession of men that they all seem to think exist just to piss them off. and to hux, he's sure he's just long hair and sticky lips. they have a taste for junk food, combined they there. even if hux denies it there are kitkat wrappers and the like in their trash, which ren only barely likes. it could be worse though. there a very real chance it'll be worse soon but ren's doing his absolute best to ignore that. he’s anger and long lashes, long hair and sticky lips. if it suits him to be those things, not a dangerous whip of a man he’ll be those things. anger, lashes, hair, and lips.           " let me in the interrogation room, "   ren says. he wonders ( idly ) if hux notes the progress in his tone, sure it's phrased as a demand but his voice is honied, near sweet. ( is it manipulation if both of you acknowledge it as as such? ) hux is smaller than he is and he likes it that way, coming behind him to set his hand ( fingers splayed, he makes it sexual, he’s not even sure how ) on the other man's shoulder.   " there aren't people here, right now. and i know you'd never allow cameras in your own office, hux. we could kiss there. i have things i want and i have ways to give you what you want, what's one DEAD soldier? "     one dead soldier’s started wars before but ren doesn’t know, doesn’t care. military history in their own time and place had been boring to him, here he was practically oblivious. world wars, nazis, he vaguely got it. he was positive he could convince the other man.

Ren: I don't know why you're drunk texting me at all. I assumed this was something that people who knew and liked each other did.

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                    his lips press together thinly, in thought.      “ the food. it must be a boring answer but food on star killer and then at the jedi-temple before it —- basically for all of my life since leaving my mother’s relative luxury, has been very basic. minimal. jedi aren’t supposed to seek pleasure and while there was a small budget for personal items assigned to us by the first order, most of the food was intentionally the same across ranks as not to dishearten the lowest dregs of our ranks. having the access and ability to spend a wage the way that i like is very new, and very welcome. ”

and i just.

        these were extraordinary circumstances. without an anchor he’d go back to the light and hux was the man most fitted to the job even without the sexual attraction that innately pulled kylo towards him. they’d been drawn together years ago, across a bar when ren was barely more than a teen with ears too big for his face giving over zealous kisses. and who was hux to complain about a prize that had been easily won, for once something with kylo was easily won, a first with the man. he doesn’t say to it though, doesn’t let the general know that he’s been half-listening to the sway of his thoughts.   “ a first. wanting me, ”   like it was an old joke, like they hadn’t been half in tumult for years because of the little ( and not so little ) things they each wanted. like there hadn’t been bloody kisses pressed against their respective skin. ren wants hux. just as much as hux wants him. he craves power too.   “ you want me, take  me. otherwise you’ve gone through a lot of set up with very little reward. that’s the liberty you want, isn’t it? me, at your beck and call, lapdog of the supreme leader -- i know the unkind thoughts you’ve had every moment i’ve irritated you and still -- ”   and still you breath. his wrists strain a little ( he can feel how easy it’d be to break out of these cuffs but he wants hux to have the power right now ) against the metal and his shoulders push up, shoulders gently rolling back and drawing a pained little his.