YOU KNOW WHAT I NEED?

Hux is about control. Controlled actions, controlled emotions, controlled thought. He's Force But, but his mental blocks rival those of the average Force User (or would, if Kylo hadn't done his bloody work).

He is then also, of course, about controlled /sexuality./ He'd considered using sexual wiles to further his political and military career, when boys at the Academy started giving him long glances, but shelved the idea when it appeared puberty wasn't going to grace -

him with the sturdy, athletic build that the First Order valued. He was vulnerable enough, weak enough already. The risk of exposing himself to weakness during sexual picadillos was too great.

He made do, instead, with competency and carefully timed murders.

Kylo Ren, however makes him...reconsider.

Snoke's apprentice has an audacious LACK of control. Hux hasn't seen the man even TRY to stem his temper before lashing out, verbally, physically, with the damnable Force that Kylo can control. How fitting, that

this man can't contain himself, but can throw his energy out past the bounds of his physical body, to better inflict his chaos on Hux's ship.

It's even worse when Kylo begins spending time with Hux sans helmet. Even his features are Too Much. Mouth too sensual,

Ears too large, eyes too expressive, hair too long
Somehow, all together (and in defiance of Hux's good taste) too handsome.

Hux retains his control admirably. He doesnt discourage the hungry once-overs he catches Kylo taking over his body, but it goes no further.

But when one of Hux's spies brings a little rumor -- that even the Knights of Ren discourage physical intimacy?

Plans can change.

Sure, Hux has no hands-on experience, but he's not neglected the idea of sexual relations. It'd be neglectful for him to not be informed of a dynamic so often seen in politics.
(He's also consumed a healthy amount of other, less academic media to satisfy his own needs privately)

It doesn't take much to get Kylo to press him up against a wall, and it's better than he could have imagined. Kylo doesn't mock his skinny body during or even after, and Hux is pretty sure that he's never come that hard in his life.

It soon becomes apparent though, that he's unleashed a monster.

If Hux thought that Kylo never made an effort to control his temper? He puts even less effort into controlling his sex drive. Kylo catches Hux in the middle of shifts, pressing his hard cock against him in the middle of deserted corridors to groan the disgusting, FILTHY --

things he wants to do to Hux after their shift. Blatantly checks Hux out during meetings. Hux is fairly sure that he's late to those same meetings because he's busy starting the day with a long jerk-off sessions. It's unconscionable. It's base. Most importantly --

it's threatening Hux's strict control over his own libido, and it cannot continue.

Hux decides to Make A Tactical Purchase. The fact that Hux is familiar enough with the dimensions of Kylo's dick to order it without needing to double check? Further proof that he needs it.

He brings it out the night before Kylo leaves for a week long mission.

Chastity -- an antiquated word that embodies the idea of /restraint./ The absence of excess, and the exercise of one's will.

Kylo's dick seems to now operate independently of his will, and so now Hux presents a /device./ With a lock. And a key that Hux will keep.

Kylo's first response is to look shocked and offended. Understandable, Hux supposes. He opens his mouth to continue on his prepared speech, that Kylo doesn't /have/ to wear it, but please listen to his excellent reasoning first,

but is interrupted by Kylo's follow-up -- which is to protest that he'd /never/ cheat on Hux. He keeps speaking, but the words may as well have been static as Hux is forced to reboot in safe mode.

He hushes Kylo with vague "yes, I know"-s, because the ability to "cheat" would first require a relationship, and Hux doesn't want to save that discussion for later, as much as double-tap headshot it with a blaster and launch it into the incinerator.

After that bewildering objection is quelled, Kylo agrees almost immediately, receives a lap full of an excited redhead for his reward.

He then waits until Hux is well into sucking him off before pointing out that he can use the Force to open any lock.

Because Hux is not an idiot, he doesn't even blink. Just switches to long, firm strokes of his hand while he primly explains that of /course/ he'd make a few alterations to the chastity device before presenting it.

The FO already had the tamper alert technology he'd needed; it barely took Hux an hour to integrate it into the thing. Kylo may be able to disable or undo the lock, but however he does it, Hux will get an alert.

Really, Hux can't even be surprised, tutting about how randy Kylo is, that he's led by this cock far too much, can't keep his hands off him.

Kylo squirms and pants, cursing Hux out before hissing "you're so fucking /mean/" and coming across Hux's face.

Hux makes Kylo clean both of them up before he'll lock Kylo in.

Even though it was his idea, it unsettles Hux, how Kylo settles into wearing it so easily. Through the entire morning brief and send-off, Hux finds that he's the one distracted, constantly looking to see if the device was visible through Kylo's clothes, or any hint in his face.

Kylo gives nothing away -- in fact, doesn't even look at Hux save for once, a sudden, intense stare as the Silencer door shuts, a wall of steel that marks the beginning of a week of separation.

Hux is shaken, refuses to consider the reason, and gets through the days paperwork in record time.

It's only a few hours later when he gets a comm message from Kylo. Marked non-urgent, just:

"think of u every time i remember im wearing it"

Hux feels his face and ears flush, and quickly flips the comm over. Kylo still hasn't bothered to turn on the auto-capitalization, and

Thats the only reason why he does not respond till an hour later, even then with a simple

"Good."

Later that day, as he settles into bed, Hux catches himself idly reaching down to fondle his half-hard cock. It's not HIS fault; it's been Kylo's libido that's had them fucking almost daily. His body's been press-ganged into this madness.

Hux drums his fingertips on his stomach, considering. Kylo agreed to the chastity device, but Hux made no promises about what he'd do back shipside.

Then again, the humiliation of sending Kylo away to learn control, only to spend his own nights touching himself?

Hux shudders and jerks the covers up over himself. He's spent a lifetime without a partner, and has gone long stretches of time without self-pleasure when work demanded it. This is for him to enjoy, and Kylo to suffer through. This week will be the easiest thing he's ever done.

The week, as it turns out, is hell. Kylo must have done some sort of Force witching on Hux, he swears. Every little thing reminds him of Kylo, and his brain is all too eager to supply memories of Kylo's body on top of him, the smell of his sweat, how his moan sounds.

Whenever Kylo's official updates come through on the comm, Hux gets the most peculiar restless feeling, with a sharp hollow thing just behind his ribcage. Whatever magic it is, Hux is going to make Kylo undo it when the damned man returns.

Mercifully, the evening and morning erections are easy to get rid of. It takes most of his daily water allotment, but a few minutes under a freezing shower is enough to shock his body back to reason.

On the day of Kylo's return, Hux has resigned himself to the fact that he's completely out of his mind. It's all he can do not to pace as he waits in the hangar.

The Silencer lands without incident. The aviation techs go through the checklist without a hitch. Nothing is missed,

Hux's people trained to perform with their duties with thorough precision.

Hux is so frustrated he could scream. He's sure he could climb the durasteel walls of the hangar through sheer will alone. Of all the times for Kylo to decide to be patient and let his crew check off

all the necessary procedures?!

Eventually, FINALLY, Kylo exits the shuttle. Hux catalogues the main from helmet to boot before he can stop himself. Looks unharmed, grimy but an acceptable level for a week on some backwater of a planet. Movements strong but... somehow different?

Hux has his brow furrowed, trying to deduce what's changed in Kylo's stance, when the man speaks.

"General Hux."

Oh. He'd been standing there silently then. Hux swallows; when did his mouth get so dry?

"Kylo Ren," he answers with a sharp nod. "Welcome back shipside, then. Very good."

Kylo jerks his head in an answering nod. A sticky hiss gets past the vocoder as Kylo moves to take another step closer, then moves back to parade rest. His massive form actually wavers.

Something about the harsh planes of his shoulders make everything click into place. What he's feeling -- Kylo's just as restless with it too.

That knowledge makes everything so, so much worse. Hux's body is screaming at him, shouting louder than his mind can think, with

a coil of syrup-thick heat winding its way down between his legs. He wants to tackle Kylo in the hangar, rip his robes off and touch. He /wants./

Hux turns neatly on his heel and walks out of the hangar as fast as possible.

Behind him he hears the shifting of his surprised officers He also hears a pair of heavy boots behind him, fast and picking up speed.

Hux speeds up in turn till he's pushing a jog. It's graveyard shift, no one will see. If he can just get to his quarters, he can-

The boots are getting closer.

Hux breaks into a sprint, and so do the footsteps behind him. He's gasping for breath in panic, not exertion, pulse pounding at his stiff collar.

He's a terrified child again, who's turned off the light and turned to try and outrun the monster.

The monster /he'd put in a cage/, his brain supplies.

Hux gives a weak laugh through his panting, slides and hits the durasteel in a hard right turn. Leans into the stagger and keeps running. Almost there. Almost /there./ Just get to his quarters and he can --

He can what?

Hux slams his palm against the door lock panel, and has one moment of hope before a brick wall slams into him from behind.

Kylo keeps him from falling, enveloping him in his arms as they both stagger into Hux's quarters. He feels Kylo push his nose into the curve of Hux's neck, panting harshly himself. Kylo stinks of oil and grime, but it's overlaid with fresh sweat. The same sharp tang of effort

that filled the room after he and Hux had gone a few rounds. Hux demanded that those happen in Kylo's room. The thought of that smell sticking to his sheets disgusted him. Now, Hux moans as his legs give out.

Kylo curses, voice still harsh behind the vocoder, and clings even tighter as they both topple in a heap to the floor.