I AM Your Father
Kylo paces his quarters. There is a stirring in the force. A presence hanging in the air. Purpose mingles with pain and suffering, a forceful drive to push through life. The feeling presses on his skull and clouds his power. Angry, Kylo shakes the grogginess from his head and glares at the wall. Maybe a talk with Grandfather would help him become more focused. The energy around his mask always drew him back to dark clarity. Black fabric swirls around him as he rushes to the door. Throwing it open he nearly collides with Alexandra, a low ranking guard. He snarls at his inability to sense her outside his door. She flicks wide eyes to the floor nervously.
"Move". Alexandra jumps back and carefully traces her eyes up to his mask.
"Sir, I'm here to collect you. Um. Hux wants to see you, Sir". He pushes past her and thunders down the hall. Alexandra sighs a breath of relief and scurries off eager to cleanse herself of the black shroud that is Kylo Ren.
"What do you want," Kylo's robotic voice drawls with a staticy whine. Hux inhales sharply, pulling in the tall expanse of Kylo's figure. With a nervous cough, Hux jumps back to attention.
"We've picked up a strange conversation with no traceable source," Hux licks his lips, desperately trying to return some moisture to his dry mouth, "I'll show you the recording" An unfamiliar, deep nasally voice strains against unshed tears.
"It was a long time ago McGonagall"
"He's out there, you have to go find him"
"But I lost him"
"Find him. Find Kylo. Your son needs you"
The voices crackle as Kylo's fist smashes into the recording device. Hux stares blankly at Kylo.
"Han is DEAD," Kylo boils. He's no one's son. He made sure of that. Whoever recorded this will pay with their life. With a guttural growl, Kylo drew his lightsaber from his belt. Thrashing the fiery sword against the walls, his scream echoed through his helmet. Satisfied with the destruction caused at his hands he swishes out of the war room. Hux watches him go with a lustful admiration and barks at someone to remove the unsightly scorches.
Kylo slows as he reaches his room. He needs some way to let off steam. This pent up anger can't be good for him. His mind wanders to the mousy guard with the large gleaming eyes and feminine curves. Reaching out with his mind he sees her leaning up against a wall in the break room. A cigarette dangles from her lips as she waits for a pot of coffee to brew. He walks as fast as he can, a pulse humming in his blood.
Alexandra glances up at the dark figure glowering down at her.
"Come with me," without even giving her an opportunity to object he grabs her arm and drags her back to his quarters. A knot twists in her stomach with the anticipation of the dark knight's plans. Once in his room, Kylo paces the space, muttering incoherently at himself. Feeling suffocated he tears his helmet off of his head and sucks in long breaths of air. He glances at Alexandra suspiciously. She shifts in her awkward place by the door.
"Um. Do you want to talk about something?" He glared at her angrily. The pulse in his pants tight and uncomfortable.
"No. Get over there." He gestures wildly towards the bed. Quietly Alexandra patters over and stands in front of the bed.
"Here?" Kylo comes to face her. She can feel the pain and conflict oozing from his eyes. He strokes her face. Soft at first before roughly grabbing her chin. Tentatively he traces his lips along her neck. He nips at her ear and she lets out a small yelp. Her eyes flutter closed but open violently as she is thrown onto the bed, the air pushed from her lungs. She struggles to right herself but is restrained by Kylo's weight. Soft lips crash into hers. Brutally they move against hers. There is nothing but their course breathing. Sharp teeth pull at her bottom lip and she cries in pain as they break through skin. He ignores her pain but she can feel the blood smearing between their mouths.
Kylo's desire presses against her. There is a split second where she begins to panic at the urgency of his need, but is quickly overcome by her own. Kylo thrusts himself back with heavy raspy breaths.
"Remove your clothes". She complies but is surprised to see him turn away as if he was not interested in seeing her soft exposed flesh. Silently he removes his clothes and pushes her back onto the covers. He kisses her again and again, as if searching for meaning in her lips. His mouth moves against her collar bone causing shivers to run across her skin and his member to throb against her leg. She aches as he grasps her thighs and rubs his thumbs along her pelvis. He groans against her breast, frustrated with his need. Impatiently he drags her down and thrusts against her.
She gasps sharply as he enters her. She wraps around him as he slams against her body, throbbing with him. Glassy grey eyes roll around in her head as he abuses her. His skin pounding against hers as they writhe beneath the sheets. Course groans elevate in volume as Kylo drills into her. A therapeutic rhythm hums is the air as he slaps her skin with each thrust. His trembling length rubs against her causing her to moan. With a final gasp he drives into her and ejaculates, filling her with his thick white liquid. There is no pleasure in his release. He rolls away feeling colder and more pent up than before. They lay in silence for a while. Eventually Alexandra heaves herself up and picks up articles of clothing, putting them on haphazardly. With one last look at the very broken boy in the bed she slips out of the room. She figures if he needs her again he'll find her. Her mind wanders to what the other guards will make of her disheveled nature.
Kylo lies in bed until the sun goes down. After Alexandra left he was tempted to drag her back from the hallway, but his body wouldn't move. Instead he stared at the ceiling and contemplated things that he didn't want to think about. Images of Han's cold betrayed eyes flash behind his eyelids and he wishes he could beat the weakness out of himself. He is the most powerful man in the galaxy yet he can't intimidate himself into being pure. Pure darkness is the way to peace. Han wasn't much of a father anyway and Kylo harbored resentment towards him since he was young.
He fell into a restless sleep. Images of Han assault his dreams. Over and over, Kylo jabs the lightsaber into his father's abdomen. Han spins down the abyss and a stony Kylo watches with a cold indifference. Out of the shadows rises a figure cloaked in fire. Green mist swirls around him and his face dons a defeated sadness. Kylo jumps back startled by a much older mirror image of himself.
"What have you done? Oh Blakemore, what have you done?"
"I had to. He was holding me back". Angry tears stream down his cheeks. He stares the man down daring him to object. Instead he begins to melt into the floor. An overwhelming desire to save him crashes over Kylo as he throws himself towards the figure. He lands on cold metal hands clutching empty air.
Kylo jolts awake. A sheen of cold sweat across his feverish skin. He wipes across his face scrubbing stubborn tears out of his eyes. He collapses back against the pillow. Sometimes he really hates the force.
The next morning. Kylo slumps around his quarters searching for pieces of his uniform which were strewn about the night before. There's a loud rapping on his huge metal door. Secretly hopping it was Alexandra he trips over himself to get to the door. Disappointedly it's only, a too perky for 6:00 in the morning, Hux.
"What?" Kylo groans blocking the doorway. Hux pushes his way through anyway. Glancing across the expanse of the room he notices the pieces of female clothing. He burns with a red hot jealousy.
"Who's the lucky lady?"
"It was just a little stress relief, but also none of your concern". Kylo rolls his eyes and continues picking up his room. Hux boils. The blood pounding in his ears. Why some stupid whore? He bets she wasn't even pretty. Kylo fucks anything that moves.
"You shouldn't be so stupid". Kylo's head snaps up. A fire burns in his irises. "You-you're not a child. You can't go around neglecting your duties with some tramp. What about that message? Someone's looking for you, saying they're your father. Do you even care?" Kylo storms over to Hux.
"Who are you to tell me what I can and cannot do? I can do whatever I want, and she is not a tram…" Kylo is cut off as Hux's lips smash into his own. Hux breaks away with a choke. He claws at his throat.
"Don't. Ever. Do that. Again". Kylo flings him to the floor. He leaves Hux heaving on the cold steel of his quarters. Kylo wipe furiously at his mouth. He reaches out for Alexandra but she is nowhere to be found. How could that be?
Driven by the need to escape Kylo rushes out of the base. Cold air caresses his skin. He sucks in the fresh air glad to be rid of stale metallic oxygen. He trod farther away not aware of the storm brewing in the sky.
The cold air that had so gently glided across his skin before whips against his cheeks and burns his eyes. He folds his arms against the wind and pushes forward. Where is that damn helmet when he needs it? Reaching the edge of the storm he stand in awe of the plume of green smoke before him. Lighting crackles and the wind nearly topples him over. Blues and purples flash from inside the storm. He turns to run but the clouds cascade over him swallowing him and pulling him into the chaos.
His head throbs as the green smoke starts to clear. He must have hit his head on something when the malicious cloud knocked him down. Pushing himself onto his knees, he gazed around confused. In the very center of a large crater lay a black cloaked figure. Fire singed the end of his clothes and he doesn't move at all. Kylo pushed himself all the way up and marches over to the figure ready to strangle him. He flipped him over to be met with the character from his dream. Throwing himself back the figure groans and stretches, struggling to get up. Slowly but surely the man rises, black cloaks draping around him. Dark hair framed his ghostly white face and Kylo couldn't help but tense at the resemblance. The man's dark eyes came to rest upon Kylo's face and then brim with tears.
The dark cloaked man's chin trembles as he looks at Kylo. Kylo stares back, wishing he was able to do something and wondering why he was just sitting there like an idiot. Without any warning the man throws his arms around a very stiff Kylo and pulls him into a warm embrace whispering in his ear,
"Blakemore. Blakemore. I never thought I'd see you again."