It's Bigger, it's Better, it's Redder
Poe couldn't believe it. Halfway unconscious, being dragged down this cold, empty, static hallway to most certainly his doom. He was caught by the first order, during a risky move that he was warned against. But the loss of Finn, he was driven to see if he would be here. He wasn't sure what logic this brought, but in his passion, what he remembered within those metallic walls. Waiting, plotting. Being ginger. Like blood amongst bones, at wave of life swept his logic, and just that one false move had him in their hands again, only this time with certainty, vengeance. He was sure of it. His sight was blurry still, though he could start to pick himself up on his feet again. Not before being thrown and strapped to another chair, like the one he was on earlier. He felt like a few people escaped this means of captivity, and wondered why they still did it anyway. He was regaining his thoughts, his words amongst the silence he was left in. There was only a guard to his right. He kept nothing as he sobered from his ordeal that the trooper kept looking his way. His stomach jumped, he had hoped it was the same one who saved him. But alas, it was a different one. The trooper looked one way, then another in the closed room for some odd reason. Then, he leaned in,
"So are you the one that the general was gay for?" He whispered before clacking of boots was heard and the trooper cursed and straightened up as the door slid open. Poe's heart melted. He knew who that was. The trooper was dismissed, again, and Poe attempted to look everywhere but the man. He hadn't realized they were alone again. The silence crept up and Poe's face flushed and he began to think quickly.
"So, do I talk first? You? Who does the-" He was silenced by the whip of a riding crop hitting the slab just beside his head.
"I'm sure you think you're so clever. Escaping the grasp of the first order the first time, sheer luck. One in a million chance that you won't have again." He trails the room leaving a bit of silence, then looks to me, his hair, his bloody hair didn't move an inch. "This time, there is nowhere for you to go." He sings with confidence, it made my breath catch and my blood rush to my head, unfortunately not the one that would assist me in escaping. And I do want to. To be as far away from this epitome of, fire, passion and ginger rolled into this one toxic, beautiful- I want to leave I promise. I do, even though my jaw clenched at his smoldering look, slowly pacing back to me, as if the humidity made the air to foggy to move through.
"Shouldn't Kylo Ren be the one who "interrogates" me? Given your, unsuccessful attempt last time." He shoots lasers into me, I can feel my heart pound even though I'm not breathing, I dare not to show it.
"No, Kylo Ren is a tool and probably sleeps in the L position." He spits loudly, he takes a second to breathe. "Besides, I don't make mistakes twice."
Ouch.
"And I always get what I want." He leans back over me, making sure we touched everywhere but our lips. This sort of teasing was torment. We both knew what we wanted, he just seemed to accept it more than I did. But I can't fight facts, or feelings. I can't battle this war of power and heat, the longing of his sriracha sauce sired me. Like a saber slowly cutting into me with seething pleasure. I didn't like that I wanted him. I refuse to let it show, despite me bleeding and bruised, I still needed to act cold and strong. Even if only for my sake.
"And who says I'd comply?" I snap back, he just leans in closer and looks me in the eye,
"Are you suggesting I asked?"
"Consent over court, that's what I always say."
"I am a general!" He's a bit annoyed now, but that doesn't stop me, it only makes my ache worsen, and I continue.
"But what is a general to someone as powerful as, well, anyone who could use the force and shut you the hell up." Our eyes click after being locked so long, and the thunder rumbles. "Like Kylo Ren." I finish with spite and he back hands me. The loud crack rushes through me and clears the I'm not hurt. It only just leaves room for the flustering hot air to seep in.
"You forget yourself, prisoner. You have no rights, and there's no way Kylo Ren would do anything for you. Even if it were just to spite me." He looks away in thought for a moment, like he would, but not for me. Likely to spite him and get him fired. Maybe there's light in Kylo after all. The quiet again settles, and there are but beeps and murmurs of the ship settling down. A feeling of true helplessness washes over me, but I still have a thing of hope. If it's not for escaping, then it's at least to get my way. The blistering heat begins to take over me, and I've had enough fighting. Something changes in me, I don't don't look at him with hate now, I can't describe it, but I don't struggle when he lifts his gloved hand to my neck.
"Do you refuse me?" He asks sternly. I breathe heavily and his grip tightens, as my pants around my waist do as well.
"No." I say with as much pride as I can manage. He smirks evilly. He doesn't say anything but drag the riding crop down my chest and let the leather do the speaking for him. The way it left a warm trail down my shirt made me want to rip it off and feel it in my steaming bare skin. I wanted to revisit the carpet in his cavern in space woods. I wanted the blood to trickle down my neck and follow his head all the way down my quivering skin. Such impatience, such tenacious wishing, I almost moaned, but kept my lips shut. He was going to have to make me beg for it.
"Why don't we make a bargain, pilot? It could benefit us both. Do you understand?" He says fondling the bottom my shirt to my pants, and I gasped yes. The static between our lips almost pulled them like magnets. Before they could touch, the door blast open, General Leia is holding a blaster and here is comotion beyond words behind her.
"COME ON POE I CAN HEAR YOUR GAY THOUGHTS ALL THE WAY ACROSS SPACE. I'M NOT LEAVING MY BEST PILOT AND FAVORITE SON OUT HERE TO KINK THE DAY AWAY, WE HAVE A RESISTANCE TO DO."
"WHAT!" I call as she begins to un strap me.
"WHAT?" The man says angrily, as he was thrown back at the explosion and is currently doing his best to get up in a timely manner.
"What?" The masked man appears but General Leia already has me by the making our way to the ship.
"GET IN, POE, WE ARE OUTNUMBERED EVERYONE ALREADY HAS FALLEN BACK." I'm thrown in, instinct takes over me and we fly off into the vast space. I look behind only a second to see the man red faced calling orders to confused troopers, just now called onto the scene. We make don't make eye contact for more than a second before we are already on our path to safety. Maybe third mistake the charm, I think as we soar into space, being changed but not for long. I'm not the resistance best pilot for nothing after all.
