ABO prompt 60 with Omega Hux and maybe the Knights of Ren?
60-: “Be a good Omega and bend over.”
It’s been almost three days since Emperor Hux sent word across the galaxy to his mate, informing him that his heat had struck unexpectedly. The Supreme Leader has been gone for almost a week on a covert, assassination mission that required stealth and caution, and disturbing him would mean putting him in danger of being discovered
‘I trust that the pair of you will take the upmost care on this mission,’ the Emperor had said to two of the Knights of Ren before dismissing them to fetch his alpha for him. ‘But hurry.’
“Emperor?” There’s a gentle tapping on his arm. The omega hears himself whine. “My liege. Wake up.”
“Kylo?” Hux is huddled up on his chaise lounge, wrapped in one of Kylo’s capes. He hadn’t realised that he’d dozed off but is alert in moments when he believes that his mate has returned to him but when the helmeted face of Vicrul Ren, disappointment floods his veins.
“We’re sorry to wake you, Emperor,” Vicrul says, and Hux sees the remaining three Knights kneeling behind their comrade, heads bowed. Not so long ago, a room full of alphas would have intimidated Hux but now, the Knights bring him comfort. “But the MD-droid has brought your medication.”
The Knight offers Hux a silver platter with two small, white capsules and a glass of water on it. With his heat needing to take its course, the most that Hux can do whilst waiting for Kylo is take specialist heat-pain tablets in the hopes that it’ll keep him sane.
“Thank you, Vicrul.” Hux takes the pills and swallows them, drinking the rest of the water for good measure. “All of you. Any word from Cardo or Ap’lek?”
The Knights share a look and, even with their masks on, Hux can tell that it’s a worried one. He holds his breath.
“No, Emperor. We haven’t been able to reach them, not even Master Kylo.”
Hux sinks back into his lounger and sighs, ignoring the itchiness of his skin beneath his silk pyjama shirt and shorts. It would be one thing to be in contact with the three Rens and be disappointed that their return journey is going to take another couple of days but to be left in the unknown, to not know whether the Knights are even alive is devastating.
“I can’t go on like this,” Hux whines, bringing his knees up to his chest, feeling the usual wetness of slick in his hole. He closes his eyes and imagines Kylo holding him in his strong, safe arms, hushing him as he slips his hand beneath Hux’s shorts and fingers him open. Another wave of arousal crests over the quivering omega and he almost comes from his thoughts alone but the sadness of Kylo’s absence keeps his climax at bay.
“Tell us what you need, Emperor Hux,” Kuruk speaks up. Vicrul bows now, too, like the rest of the Knights. “You are one of us and we will do anything you ask.”
“Vicrul,” Hux lifts his hand and beckons the Knight forward. He moves slowly as to not spook the drowsy omega, keeping his head bowed even as he kneels right in front of his Emperor. “You’ve been the most loyal of all your comrades, to both myself and to your Master. I…need you to help me.”
“My liege. I cannot betray Kylo—”
“No, no. Not…mmph. I don’t want your knot. Or your kiss. Just…some relief. Until Kylo gets here. If I continue to wait, I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.”
“You smell like him the most,” Hux sighs, reaching out to touch the cool metal of Vicrul’s mask. “And you sound like him. Please, Vic. Prepare me for your Master’s arrival. I can’t hold on.”
Hux watches with hopeful eyes as Vicrul stands up and, even with his mask on, Hux can tell that the alpha is undressing him with his eyes. He unfastens his trousers and reveals a dark purple cock, already erect and pulsing. Hux hasn’t the mental strength at the moment to ponder over Vicrul’s species, entranced by the alien member.
“Yes,” Hux bites his lip. “Just touch me.”
“Then be a good Omega and bend over.”
And with those eight words, Hux feels himself shed his strong, royal identity and become nothing more than a bitch in heat. He barely has the energy to do as the alpha is asking him but he manages to kneel and drape himself over the curve of his chaise lounge, still clutching Kylo’s cape tightly in his grip. Vicrul is quick to manoeuvre behind him but otherwise moves slow once he’s in position, rubbing his erect cock over the soft silk of the omega’s shorts.
“Oh, Vic. M-make me come.”
Hux’s slick generously coats his thighs, making them shine, and he can vaguely recognise the yearning moans of the nearby alphas, clearly disappointed that they weren’t chosen for this honour.
“As you wish, my Emperor.” Vicrul wastes no time in sliding his sock between Hux’s thighs, feeling the heat of the omega’s hole against his member.
Hux gasps and hangs his head in overwhelming relief, bucking back against the alpha’s cock and wishing it were Kylo behind him, knotting imminent, but Vicrul and his rugged gentleness will have to do for now.
“Faster,” Hux takes the fabric of Kylo’s cape into his mouth and bites down, crying out in a loud moan when the alpha obeys and fucks his thighs as fast as he can manage, and the omega’s whole body rocks with the force of his thrusts. The heat between them is raw, and Hux wonders if he and Vic would have become something if Kylo weren’t in the picture, but he is and the claim mark on Hux’s neck binds him to the young alpha—and Hux wouldn’t have it any other way.
Vicrul’s girthy cock thrusts deep between Hux’s pale thighs, rutting over his most sensitive parts until Hux’s moans crescendo as he comes, convulsing beneath the alpha’s strong body, imagining Kylo behind him as Vicrul’s breathy moans mimic his master’s through his helmet’s vocoder.
“Oh, Kylo, fuck me, fuuckk!” The omega orgasms hard, so satisfied at finally having some sort of relief, and it isn’t long before Vicrul is coming too. The sensation of having a knot swell between his thighs is something Hux has never experienced before but he can feel the pleasure rolling off of the alpha in waves through the Force—perhaps he and the Knights are connected more than he thought.
“Hux,” Vicrul breathes, nuzzling the back of the omega’s neck. “Thank you. Thank you.”
“Mmm,” Hux smiles, dopey with pleasure. His thighs feel stickier than ever now that they’re covered in Vicrul’s seed as well as his own slick, making the room reek of sex. But before Hux can thank his Knight in return, his eyelids droop and he begins to doze off, smiling as he feels Vicrul lift him and put him down into a comfier position.
“Wait,” Hux says, as Vicrul pulls away. “I want all of you to be near me.”
The Knights don’t voice their acknowledgment as Hux drops into a light sleep as soon as he’s finished speaking so they gather around him. Kuruk and Trudgen remain on the floor as guards whilst Ushar sits himself down on on the lounger by Hux’s feet and Vicrul takes pride of place beside Hux’s head. With the Force, they lift their omega Emperor into their laps, his head resting gently in Vicrul’s and his feet in Ushar’s, who strokes over his dainty, pale ankles.
“Sleep on, my king,” Vicrul whispers, brushing his fingers through Hux’s copper hair, reaching out through the Force to try to contact Kylo again. He feels his Master’s mind this time, and smiles, knowing that the two will be reunited soon. “You are safe.”
