Small Bean

“You’re going to need stitches.”

Dopheld looks up at him, eyes a little glassy as he opens and closes his mouth a few times. “I- I…I’m not sure…I’m..warm…you…you feel safe..this is soft. Would bury my face in it if—“ he cuts himself off, shivering a little as he flushes.

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“You’re going to need stitches.”

Phel plays with the button on the General’s sleeve, hands shaking both from the anxiety and blood loss. “I think..think someone drugged me..maybe it’s the blood loss but..but my brain isn’t working and he was so c-close and angry and I was trying to make it better so he wouldn’t throw me out the a-airlock when we get back.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

Phel plays with the button on the General’s sleeve, hands shaking both from the anxiety and blood loss. “I think..think someone drugged me..maybe it’s the blood loss but..but my brain isn’t working and he was so c-close and angry and I was trying to make it better so he wouldn’t throw me out the a-airlock when we get back.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

The lieutenant grows paler by the second as the other raises his voice so close to him in the bed, giving him flashbacks of his father. He opens his mouth to beg the other to stop, feeling himself slipping a little bit. He didn’t understand what was happening. Why the man had been so upset. He wasn’t a dog. Or a bitch. He didn’t know why the other was acting like his father.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Without bothering to actually check, Kylo rushes out and down the hallway where he spots Hux returning to his rooms from dinner. “Hux!” Kylo pushes Hux the rest of the way through the door, slamming it behind.

Dopheld’s body subconsciously tries to get a little closer to the other as he slowly starts to come to after a while, a low whine leaving him as one of his hands weakly grasps at the General’s pant leg, trying to move away from what his barely conscious omega brain thinks is the threat. He bares his neck, hoping that his father would just let him be this time. Let him sleep.

“You’re going to need stitches.”

The lieutenant grows paler by the second as the other raises his voice so close to him in the bed, giving him flashbacks of his father. He opens his mouth to beg the other to stop, feeling himself slipping a little bit. He didn’t understand what was happening. Why the man had been so upset. He wasn’t a dog. Or a bitch. He didn’t know why the other was acting like his father.

“You’re going to need stitches.”

Phel lets out a sharp gasp, not sure if it was in pain or shock at the feeling of the warm bare hand against him. He shivers a little, trying to convince himself it was from being cold or the shock of it all but he knew it wasn’t. He’d had a dream or two like this before, only he was sure there were a bit less clothes.

“It’s disgusting.” Kylo answers. A better supervisor would get him to a doctor immediately. But this was just so alluring.

Before he can stop himself, he blurts out. “Maybe you can kiss it better.” Before his face goes bright red and he hides his face in Kylo’s pillow which was a mistake because now he knew what the man’s shampoo smelled like and that would only seem to fuel his strange little obsession with the man.

Kylo instantly regrets being unmasked. He doesn’t know why Mitaka would suggest such a thing but it’s very uncomfortable to be perceived. He’s silent for a long while before he pulls a black glove back on and grabs his mask. He did not bother wish washing away the blood first.

Dopheld had dozed a bit while the other was gone, blinking slowly at him as he remains masked and starts to clean his wound, wincing a bit. “My…job? Of course….I don’t think anyone who doesn’t care about their job would deal with….ah..half of what I do. On my home planet, omegas aren’t even allowed to work most places.” He coughs a little as he shifts, pressing his face into the pillow. “It’s how I pay my mother’s bills. Most people think I’m an alpha. The rest either think I should settle down and have kids or want me to start an uprising.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. But I strongly suggest you refrain from disrespecting me again if you want to keep your job.” Kylo says.

Phel sits up, immediately regretting it and laying back down. “Y-you don’t know about secondary genders?” He asks, taking a sharp breath in as he feels the needle start pulling through his skin. He grits his teeth, hands clutching the blanket as he whimpers a little.

“Secondary genders? How dare you lie to me!” Kylo exclaims, wondering where all this was coming from. Mitaka had always seemed so polite and intelligent.

Phel flinches like the man had struck him. “I-I’m not lying…it’s the truth…I have nothing to gain by lying. I thought my dad was just being an asshole at first too when he told me during my first heat. Thought I was drugged. Just forget I mentioned it. It’s not important. Probably this dumb planet’s alcohol messing with my meds. Or the blood loss.” He whispers, trying to hide the fact that he was about to hyperventilate.

“You’re going to need stitches.”

Phel lets out a sharp gasp, not sure if it was in pain or shock at the feeling of the warm bare hand against him. He shivers a little, trying to convince himself it was from being cold or the shock of it all but he knew it wasn’t. He’d had a dream or two like this before, only he was sure there were a bit less clothes.

“It’s disgusting.” Kylo answers. A better supervisor would get him to a doctor immediately. But this was just so alluring.

Before he can stop himself, he blurts out. “Maybe you can kiss it better.” Before his face goes bright red and he hides his face in Kylo’s pillow which was a mistake because now he knew what the man’s shampoo smelled like and that would only seem to fuel his strange little obsession with the man.

Kylo instantly regrets being unmasked. He doesn’t know why Mitaka would suggest such a thing but it’s very uncomfortable to be perceived. He’s silent for a long while before he pulls a black glove back on and grabs his mask. He did not bother wish washing away the blood first.

Dopheld had dozed a bit while the other was gone, blinking slowly at him as he remains masked and starts to clean his wound, wincing a bit. “My…job? Of course….I don’t think anyone who doesn’t care about their job would deal with….ah..half of what I do. On my home planet, omegas aren’t even allowed to work most places.” He coughs a little as he shifts, pressing his face into the pillow. “It’s how I pay my mother’s bills. Most people think I’m an alpha. The rest either think I should settle down and have kids or want me to start an uprising.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. But I strongly suggest you refrain from disrespecting me again if you want to keep your job.” Kylo says.

Phel sits up, immediately regretting it and laying back down. “Y-you don’t know about secondary genders?” He asks, taking a sharp breath in as he feels the needle start pulling through his skin. He grits his teeth, hands clutching the blanket as he whimpers a little.

“You’re going to need stitches.”

Phel lets out a sharp gasp, not sure if it was in pain or shock at the feeling of the warm bare hand against him. He shivers a little, trying to convince himself it was from being cold or the shock of it all but he knew it wasn’t. He’d had a dream or two like this before, only he was sure there were a bit less clothes.

“It’s disgusting.” Kylo answers. A better supervisor would get him to a doctor immediately. But this was just so alluring.

Before he can stop himself, he blurts out. “Maybe you can kiss it better.” Before his face goes bright red and he hides his face in Kylo’s pillow which was a mistake because now he knew what the man’s shampoo smelled like and that would only seem to fuel his strange little obsession with the man.

Kylo instantly regrets being unmasked. He doesn’t know why Mitaka would suggest such a thing but it’s very uncomfortable to be perceived. He’s silent for a long while before he pulls a black glove back on and grabs his mask. He did not bother wish washing away the blood first.

Dopheld had dozed a bit while the other was gone, blinking slowly at him as he remains masked and starts to clean his wound, wincing a bit. “My…job? Of course….I don’t think anyone who doesn’t care about their job would deal with….ah..half of what I do. On my home planet, omegas aren’t even allowed to work most places.” He coughs a little as he shifts, pressing his face into the pillow. “It’s how I pay my mother’s bills. Most people think I’m an alpha. The rest either think I should settle down and have kids or want me to start an uprising.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

Phel lets out a sharp gasp, not sure if it was in pain or shock at the feeling of the warm bare hand against him. He shivers a little, trying to convince himself it was from being cold or the shock of it all but he knew it wasn’t. He’d had a dream or two like this before, only he was sure there were a bit less clothes.

“It’s disgusting.” Kylo answers. A better supervisor would get him to a doctor immediately. But this was just so alluring.

Before he can stop himself, he blurts out. “Maybe you can kiss it better.” Before his face goes bright red and he hides his face in Kylo’s pillow which was a mistake because now he knew what the man’s shampoo smelled like and that would only seem to fuel his strange little obsession with the man.

“You’re going to need stitches.”

Phel lets out a sharp gasp, not sure if it was in pain or shock at the feeling of the warm bare hand against him. He shivers a little, trying to convince himself it was from being cold or the shock of it all but he knew it wasn’t. He’d had a dream or two like this before, only he was sure there were a bit less clothes.

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“You’re going to need stitches.”

Kylo approached Mitaka, hands falling to the smaller man’s chest to feel for the hooks to begin unfastening his uniform jacket. “Tell me, Lieutenant… If punishment were your call to make, what would you do to the man who did this to you?” he asked calmly while chaos erupted beyond the glass.

Dopheld takes another shaky breath in, this one nearly a sob as the fabric that was quickly growing soaked was pulled away from the wound, causing pain to shoot down his arm and spine. He felt a bit dizzy but he wasn’t sure if it was the blood loss, pain, or from how close Kylo was.

“My knights are handling the riot. This is no real loss… if this planet’s leadership cannot control their citizens, they’re far too immature to work with the First Order. This was a waste of my time. I wanted an ally, not another project.” Kylo remarks as he guides Mitaka to a staircase and up to his suite.

He lets himself be guided, a bit too distracted by how good the other smelt to protest. He spares a single thought about reporting back late to Hux but he supposed that the Supreme Leader was already aware of the situation and judging by the extra troops, Hux was probably already aware to an extent.

“You’re going to need stitches.”

Kylo approached Mitaka, hands falling to the smaller man’s chest to feel for the hooks to begin unfastening his uniform jacket. “Tell me, Lieutenant… If punishment were your call to make, what would you do to the man who did this to you?” he asked calmly while chaos erupted beyond the glass.

Dopheld takes another shaky breath in, this one nearly a sob as the fabric that was quickly growing soaked was pulled away from the wound, causing pain to shoot down his arm and spine. He felt a bit dizzy but he wasn’t sure if it was the blood loss, pain, or from how close Kylo was.