Kylo blinked behind his mask. It seemed that Hux didn't get his flirty banter at all - despite his best efforts. Odd. His mother had always argued with his father like- no, he wasn't supposed to think about them.
He could feel anger radiating off Hux. This wasn't going as planned. He took a step back and reached out with the Force. He sensed the beginning of a headache in Hux and focussed on dimming the pain. Perhaps Hux would be less tense if he wasn't in pain?
Hux exhaled. "Are you going to stand there all day or will you deign to answer, Lord Ren?"
Kylo realised that he had standing in silence while channeling the Force for a few moments, it was harder than he thought, using the Force in such a delicate way.
He scanned the man before him, took in his cold stare… no not cold. It was almost like he was wearing a mask too, a mask of indifference and anger. But beneath it he could feel excitement, even lust. Yet it didn't reflect on his exterior. It bothered him. But then again, what did he expect? He was wearing a mask himself.
He reached up an unlocked the helmet, then he pulled it off and put it with a loud 'thud' on Hux's desk. Then he grabbed Hux and pulled him into a kiss.
It lasted only a fraction of a second, Hux pushed him away. "What the kriff are you doing?" He wiped over his mouth.
"I just did what we both wanted," Kylo replied.
"Don't you dare to project your base instincts on me!" said Hux a little short of breath. There was a quiver in his voice. "I'm not interested in you!"
Kylo smirked as his sight fell on Hux's crotch. "Your cock says otherwise."
Hux blushed. "It's a purely physical reaction."
Kylo stepped closer, he knew that he had won with his gambit. "Really?" He leaned in and kissed Hux again, softer than before. In a matter of moments Hux gave up his pretense and kissed back.
Suddenly he grabbed Kylo and pushed him towards the desk. "This is purely physical," Hux repeated as he made Kylo bend over the desk while hastily pulling his pants down. Kylo was now face to face with his mask, seeing only a dim reflection of Hux on the polished metal. Suddenly he felt cold gel on his butt crack and he moaned in anticipation, closing his eyes so that he wouldn't have to see his mask.
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Hux stepped out of the small refresher and pulled at his black leather gloves. Only a slight blush on his cheeks betrayed what had occurred only minutes before on the very table Kylo was now sitting on.
He held his helmet in his hands. "I didn't think you would actually do this here." He couldn't help but smile a little.
Hux snorted. "I assure you, I never dreamed-," he broke off and let his gaze wander over Kylo. He could tell from the way his gaze lingered on certain parts that he liked what he saw, Kylo noted with satisfaction. "It was a lapse of judgement on my part. I assure you it won't happen again."
Kylo frowned. "Why not?"
Hux blinked. "Why not?" He drew breath. "Because- because it's insane to even consider it."
What now? He didn't want it to end, but how could he coax Hux into bed again? He licked his lips. "We could be dead tomorrow, why not live in the moment?"
From the way Hux stiffened he knew that he had said the wrong thing. Damn it, talking to Hux was worse than trying to cross a minefield.
"You're right. I could be dead by tomorrow, and that's exactly why I can't make any mistakes."
"I'm not a mistake," hissed Kylo. Arrogant ass! As if Kylo wasn't risking Snoke's good graces by being here. How dare he dismiss him like that?
"That's exactly what you are," said Hux with a crooked eyebrow. "You're dangerous and I haven't forgotten what happened when we first met. How I got caught in the crossfire between you and your master."
"That's not my fault!"
Hux shook his head. "It's never your fault, is it? Things just happen to you and those around you."
Kylo chewed on his lip. "Yes, I didn't-"
"Grow up. I bet you were always treated like you were special - they told you that everything you touched would turn into gold. You were smarter than the other kids, you were artistically so much further than all the others, you understood abstract concepts others didn't."
How did Hux know all these things? Kylo remained silent.
"You think the galaxy owes you some kind of justice simply because you're so special," spat Hux. "I know you and your ilk. You are dangerous because you think that others are only there to cater to your every whim. And if not… you lash out like a spoiled child!"
Kylo clenched his hands to fists. He wanted to yell at Hux, tell him that he had no idea who he was - but if he did that Hux would be right, he would just lash out. Frustration washed over him, he tried his best to pull himself together.
Hux lifted his chin. "Just as I thought, you can't even-"
That was the last straw, this cold mocking tone - he couldn't take it anymore. "You know why I was treated special? Because I am!" With a gesture his lifted Hux's tea mug and threw it against the wall. It shattered instantly. "The Force is strong with me! Patience and restraint are for weaklings, I just take what I want because I can! I'm a master in the Dark Arts and leader of the Knights of Ren! Heir of Darth Vader! Beyond me is only Snoke!" He panted slightly after he had finished his rant.
Hux looked down on the shattered mug and pulled the corners of his mouth down. "Hm, what a waste for a perfectly good mug." He went to his desk and pushed a button. Seconds later a small cleaning droid scurried over the floor and started to pick up the broken pieces.
Kylo stood there dumbfounded by the lack of response from Hux. This was it? This was all Hux had to say?
Hux calmly went to his chair and sat down. Then he activated his holo screen and looked up at Ren. "That would be all, Lord Ren."
Kylo could barely resist the urge to flip the kriffing desk and wipe the impassive expression from Hux' face. He grabbed his helmet and put it on as he stormed out of the room. Outside he ripped two consoles from walls as he stalked down the hallway towards the gym.
