The Resistance fought the last battle on Jakku. The First Order was near it's end. It was time to deliver the killing blow.

Finn should have killed him upon spotting the sour face. But Finn wasn't a killer… even if the person deserved it. Even if it was the freckle faced General Hux of the First Order. Armitage Hux. Finn wrinkled his nose in disdain at the sight of him.

The General's pod landed with a loud THUMP in the dirt. By the time Finn found him, Hux was stumbling out of the pod. His great coat caught in the door, threatening to take him under the sand. The General wrestled his way out of the coat. Finn would have found it comical if the situation wasn't so serious.

Finn couldn't believe his luck. He found the General. Finn would be the one to turn him in. To arrest him. He relishes the look of utter shock on the pale face as Finn approaches.

Finn had no regrets in this moment. He shouldn't have left the Resistance convoy. BB-8 had alerted them that the General had launched an escape pod. Hux wouldn't escape justice. Finn would make sure of that. Even if it mean traipsing through the desert on his own. Alone. In the place he hated most. Jakku.

Hux tries to run. Finn captures him with little struggle. The ginger was as vicious as a cat, but Finn was stronger. Faster. He'd kept himself in top physical condition since joining the resistance. The skinny general was no match for Finn's strength. Finn was a true warrior, unlike the armchair general.

Finn pushed Hux into the dirt. He grabbed the general's great coat and ripped it into shreds. He used the pieces to tie Hux's useless hands behind his back. Hux struggled and whimpered. Finn thought Hux's struggles were pathetic and weak. How had this man commanded an Army? How had Finn been so terrified of him?

Finn pushed Hux's face into the dirt to muffle his screaming. Finn focused on his task of detaining the general. He was on a mission. He wouldn't allow himself to get distracted by revenge. Though he had to admit he was enjoying himself. Seeing the general sputter sand from his mouth. The ginger's puckered lips wrinkling detestably. Finn resisted the urge to smack him.

Armitage Hux has fallen from grace. Finn knew that whether Hux lived or died this was the end of him. The end of the First Order. He steps on Hux's back.

"I am arresting you on behalf of the Resistance." Finn spits on the back of Hux's head. "Get to your feet, prisoner." He moves his foot to allow Hux to stand. Though he preferred Hux on his belly in the dirt.

"FN-2187, you won't get away with this! The First Order will come for me. I could be merciful with you. Release me, trooper!" Finn loathes the sound of authority in Hux's voice. An entitled sound. A tone meant to intimidate him. Make him forget that he had the power in this situation. Finn would never be another pawn of the First Order. He would never again work for entitled pricks like Armitage Hux. Hux had no power over him and he never would again.

Never, never, never! Finn says to himself, like a mantra.

Finn kicked Hux as he rolled in the dirt. Looking for a means of escape no doubt. "I said get up! Unless you prefer laying in the sand?"

Hux stumbles to his feet; his clothes disheveled and covered in sand. The look in his was feral. Finn had the impression that Hux would sink his teeth into him. If he got the chance. Finn had to make sure he didn't get a chance.

Finn's hands went to Hux's belt and fumbled to undo it. Hux tried to back away. "What are you doing?"

Finn tugs him back, slipping the General's belt off. Hux watched for a moment longer in disbelief. He turned and bolted away. Or tried to.

Finn stopped him easily enough. He lunged and knocked Hux to the ground. Hux fought, but again, Finn was stronger. "Should have worked out with us troops, General!"

Finn straddled Hux. The whole thing felt like a dream. Was he really doing this? Capturing this monster? He manhandled the belt to slide it around Hux's neck. He modified it so that it fit like a collar. Hux's belt was wide enough that it prevented Hux from being able to look down. Finn was okay with that. In fact, he found it oddly satisfying.

"Why do you gotta make this so hard, ginger?" Finn says, exhausted. The desert heat was beating down on him. He was sweaty. He had to pee. But he had his prize.

He stands over Hux on unsteady legs, panting from the struggle. At least he looked better than Hux.

"You don't understand! I was... I was escaping from the First Order! I have important information-"

"Which we'll have to beat out of you." Finn rolled his eyes, having none of the general's bullshit. The man would make up any lie to save his life.

Finn dragged Hux to his feet. "You will regret this," Hux said in clipped formal tones. "I shall not make this easy for you."

Finn sighed. "I didn't expect you would."

Finn ripped Hux's shirt off of him, exposing his pale flesh to the heat of the sun. He ripped it into long pieces, fashioning a rope out of it. Finn flinched at the way the sun shone off Hux's pale skin. "You might actually get a tan out here, pasty."

Hux continued to talk. "You will regret betraying the first Order. FN-2187 you are a traitor! The best thing you can do is turn yourself in. To me."

Finn punches him. "Don't you ever call me that again."

The blow brings Hux to his knees. Blood leaked down his chin. He looked up at Finn with a dazed look in his eyes. Dumbfounded. Finn wondered if Hux had never been hit like that before. Why would he been? He was the coddled son of Brendhol Hux.

Hux spat the blood from his mouth. His expression took on a look of steel. "Take me to General Organa. I have information that can save the resistance."

"Do you ever shut up?" Finn scowled at him. He was sick of Hux. The General was pathetic. Finn shouldn't have expected anything different. Hux probably expected the resistance would treat him like a king if captured. Yes, the information in his head was valuable. But Finn knew the First Order would torture and kill him and his friends. So why should Finn show this snake mercy? He refused to.

"Please, FN-21-" Finn raises an eyebrow. Hux backpedals. "I mean, Finn! Finn, don't hurt me. I was only- I was only doing my job!"

Finn kicked him in the stomach. "Get up. We're walking."

Finn fashioned Hux's shirt into a long rope. He attached it to the makeshift collar. Finn didn't want to be any closer to Hux than he had to be. He made sure Hux couldn't escape. He tugged at the collar. Hux grunted. It was secure. His hands were secure behind his back. And Finn had the general on a leash. Like a dog. How appropriate for a rabid cur.

Hux's escape pod was half sunk into the sand. Within the hour, there would be no evidence that it had ever landed.

Finn slung his rifle over his back. He saw the general's hat in the dirt and picked it up. Gross, he thought. It was Hux's hat and so Finn found it inherently disgusting. He put it on Hux because it amused him.

Hux wanted to kill him. Finn smiled.

Finn led Hux through the sand dunes. He wished he had taken a ship. But his had crashed. Perhaps he'd been too eager to get to Hux. Had this been worth it? Hux would have died in the desert. He couldn't survive on his own. But Finn hadn't wanted to take that chance. He closed his eyes and prayed that he was doing the right thing.

The general's voice sliced through Finn's thoughts. His words felt like daggers in Finn's ears. "Are you enjoying yourself, you rebel scum?" There is nothing but hatred and vitriol in Hux's voice.

Finn stopped and turned to face Hux. "You don't know when you've lost, do you?" Finn tugged on the makeshift leash to make Hux stumble and choke.

Hux doesn't say anything. He stares with hatred in his eyes. "Yeah... you better not say anything..." Finn continued tugging Hux along behind him. He felt like he won that battle. That's what he told himself at least.

They were getting close to an outpost. Finn squinted, trying to see through the desert haze. It wasn't Niima outpost, but it was similar. Bigger. Finn could see Hutt architecture. Temple ruins turned into dens of villainy.

Finn is pulled to an abrupt halt when he felt Hux stop behind him. Finn turned. "I didn't tell you to rest. We gotta keep going."

Sweat poured down Hux's face. He fell to his knees, panting. "I… I can't go on anymore."

Finn stared at him with disgust and suspicion. He worried Hux was about to attempt an escape. Finn gestured to the outpost. "We're almost there!"

He tugs on the leash, trying to get Hux to move. Hux didn't budge. He stayed on his knees in the sand. The ginger curled up as if he had a pain in his stomach. Finn was getting pissed. He kicked sand in Hux's face.

"You'll walk or you'll die." Finn's voice was stony. He had no patience with this man. If once could even call the ginger runt a man.

Hux winced and writhed in agony. "It hurts..."

Finn frowned. "What's wrong? Did you get bit by something?"

Hux winces again and shakes his head. "No… it's…. It's burning me…"

"The sun?"

Hux shook his head. Finn tired of this game. He didn't want to babysit the general. Finn didn't like having to look after a prisoner. Especially one he hated so much. He sighed. He moved closer to Hux and loomed over him, weary that Hux was creating a trap. "This better not be a trap." He had searched Hux hadn't he? Even so, Hux's hands were bound securely.

Hux gasps. "In my pants… it's burning…."

Finn wrinkled his nose in disgust and backed away. "Don't tell me you have some sexual disease? That would figure. That would just be my luck wouldn't it?"

"Please, get it off me!" Hux whines.

"Get what off of you?"

Finn hesitated. What the fuck was going on with the little turd?

"It's burning!" Hux had tears in his eyes.

Finn sighed. He had no desire to help Hux. They had to get to that outpost for water and shelter. If Hux was going to be his captive, Finn had to know what was going on with him.

Finn took a knee in front of Hux. He lifted the General's chin to look him in the eye. "What's in your pants, Hux?"

Hux winced, whatever it was in his pants hurting him again. He spat in Finn's face. Finn took a deep breath to keep himself from murdering Hux. "Talk to me, Hux. What's going on?"

Hux turned his face away. He looked embarrassed. Finn found this intriguing. Much as he hated to do it, Finn reached towards Hux's crotch and undid his pants. Hux grunted and whimpered. Finn stood and used his foot to push Hux's pants to his thighs.

His boot hit something metal… over Hux's cock. Hux yelped in pain. Finn closed his eyes. Please tell me this isn't happening, he thinks. Of course General Hux would make the worst prisoner possible. "What is on your cock, Hux?"

"Need it… off….." Hux whined. Hux grit his teeth savagely.

Finn pushed Hux's boxers down with his boot to see the cause of the pain. He raises an eyebrow at the cage on Hux's cock. He points to it in disbelief. "Explain that."

"Don't you know? You naive moof milker." Hux's voice was pure acid. He tried to turn away. He didn't want Finn to see his face. The collar restricted his movement.

Finn felt like the most noble man in the world for not killing Hux. He was even helping him. Helping the mass murderer dealing with an overheated cock cage. What were the odds?

"Why do you have a cage on your cock?" He crossed his arms and waited, amused to hear the general's explanation.

"It was…." Hux lowered his head in shame. "It's… it's nothing." Hux's eyes darted around, trying to look anywhere but Finn. Frantic. Ashamed of the truth.

Finn whistled. "It's all that kinky stuff you do with Kylo Ren, isn't it? I knew you two did kinky disgusting stuff like that."

Hux stared at the sky in shame. His cheeks flushed. He wanted to die. He wanted all the worst things to happen to everyone in the world. Hux would kill to never have to feel like this again. He would kill men, women, and children. He would destroy the universe. He would do anything to keep from having to see the smug look on FN-2187's face.

"You wouldn't understand," he mutters.

Finn laughs. "No I get it. It's you two. You and Kylo Ren. And you're the bitch in the relationship." That made Finn feel good. He loathed Kylo Ren, but he hated Hux. "Don't worry. We all knew you were the bitch. I could win a lot of money if I were in the First Order."

Hux glares and grits his teeth. "It's burning me. Take it off."

"I don't want to touch that thing." Besides, Finn thought. Hux deserved the pain he was in. "Do you have a key?"

Hux shook his head.

"You don't even keep the key to your own cock cage?" Finn couldn't help making fun of the ginger. "No wonder Starkiller Base went down so easily."

The look in Hux's eye was pure murder. Finn picked the leash back up and tugged, trying to force Hux to get up. "Then maybe someone at the outpost can help you. The sooner we get going the sooner you can get it off."

Finn tugged Hux forward. Finn wanted to hurry and get to the outpost. He coughed from the dryness in his throat. He needed water. The outpost felt like a mirage in front of him. He didn't even care if Hux was still behind him. He needed to get to the outpost. He would drag Hux in the dirt if he had to.

Hux's pants were around his knees. He looked ridiculous as he plodded through the sand dunes. He had too much pride to ask Finn to pull them back up. But Finn wouldn't have even if he did ask. He didn't want to touch the General any more than he had to. Unless it was his fists colliding with his face.