A/N: Dedicated to thefoxeswedding who had this prompt on Twitter: "Gingerpilot where hux pretends to have amnesia and claims he doesn't remember being Evil and poe is like, this guy is literally the worst actor of all time and I'm gonna push him to his limit. So he tells hux they were lovers and hux has to play along."

Poe Dameron stood in the doorway of the make-shift brig, frowning at their prisoner, General Armitage Hux. At least, that was what they'd labeled him as. Hux himself had claimed to the interrogator that he was no such person.

"Remember me?" Poe said when the expression on Hux's face obviously confirmed he did.

"No." But he was frowning right back, looking uneasy.

This guy was the worst actor of all time. Poe snorted. The claim was so ludicrous he decided to play along with it and see how long it would take Hux to crack. He expected maybe, like, a minute. "Oh really?" Poe sauntered in, pulling over a crate to slouch on it, splay-legged and relaxed. "That's a shame after everything between us."

"Oh? What would that be?"

Poe smirked, thinking about the taunting exchange over D'Qar. It was the only time they'd interacted directly. But now he invented something new, immediately taking it to the extreme. "Oh, we were lovers."

Hux choked and sputtered. "What?"

"We were." Poe leaned into it. "Don't you remember?"

"No, I- I think I would have remembered something like that!"

Poe laughed. "Well, if you didn't even remember your name, then how can you be so sure?" He leaned forward, eyes boring into Hux's, daring him to give up the charade. He was a good-looking man – Poe had always known that about him. He reached out a hand toward Hux's face and to his credit, Hux didn't twitch away, he just looked from the fingers to Poe's face like he didn't believe Poe would actually touch him. Poe's fingers skimmed his cheek, still hairless despite the captivity, probably due to some long-term depilatory treatment the Order used.

Hux's eyes narrowed slightly. "You're- You're trying to take advantage of me."

Poe shook his head and leaned back. "Oh, we've both taken advantage of each other already. That's how it was between us."

"Then why am I a prisoner if I am your 'lover'?"

"I only just found out you were here."

"How … how were we lovers if I was in the First Order and you were in the Resistance?"

Poe grinned. "Oh, we were lovers before." He made a vague, dismissive wave of his hand to indicate the impossible time period where they might have been anywhere near one another.

Hux opened his mouth, then shut it. Poe's grin widened. Hux couldn't contradict him without admitting he remembered his past, something he'd claimed to know absolutely nothing about. "Well, then," Hux said finally, "will we be lovers again?"

"Always, babe." The words left his mouth easily enough, but Poe began to realize he was in a bit of a pickle here. If Hux was his lover, then Hux had a point – why was he still a prisoner? He had to let him go, right? Poe grimaced. "Listen, just come clean and we can move on from this."

"Come clean what?"

"What?"

"You want me to clean something?" Okay, now Hux was not only being obtuse but an ass about it as well. He was smiling like he'd come to the same conclusion about Poe's outrageous claim – that this was something he could use rather than struggle with. Sweetly, Hux said, "I'm not sure I know what that means."

Irritated, Poe doubled-down. "You had a thing about cleaning. You were fanatic about it. You should see my quarters. It's like a bachelor's been living there. A really, uh, messy bachelor. You should come clean it."

"I …" Hux looked flummoxed. "Why would I do that?"

"I don't know. You got off on it or something. You were compulsive about it – cleaning things. So neat and tidy. It was because you loved me so much." Hux looked uncertain. Poe stood abruptly, determined this was the way to crack Hux's cover story. "Come on. You can clean the whole thing. I know how much you'll enjoy that. It'll make you feel right at home. Maybe your memories will come back!"

"The ones of serving in the First Order and blowing up entire star systems?" Hux stood more slowly, following him warily as Poe opened the door to the brig and headed out.

"Nah. I meant the ones of us. The important ones." Poe waved off the security guard as they went. "Come on, babe."

The walk to Poe's quarters was quiet. He was sure Hux was using the opportunity to study the route and their security, probably planning his escape even if he wasn't making a move right now. But the security guard had trailed along after them (having nothing else to do with their last prisoner now out of his cell), so Hux didn't try anything. The door to Poe's quarters slid aside and he waved at the cluttered habitation. "There you go."

"You live here?" Hux's voice was level.

"Yep. And now you do, too. We'll just have to sleep together, shower together, all the usual stuff until your memories come back."

"Oh really." But he walked inside the room, looking around with undisguised curiosity.

"Yeah, really. I mean, you want your old life back, right?" Hux glanced over to raise a brow at him, but didn't say anything. Poe went on, "We can finally be together. Openly. For real. It's been so long, Hugs."

Hux twitched. "That … doesn't feel like my name."

"I'm the only one who ever called you that." From the doorway, Poe did his best to fake being moonstruck. The guard, who was loitering a few paces down the hall, laugh-coughed. Poe stepped inside and let the door slide shut behind him. He didn't need the guard spoiling this.

Hux turned to him. It was just the two of them. "You'd like that, would you, us being together?"

For a second, it didn't feel like Hux was acting. Like, maybe that was a real question. But no, it couldn't be. "Yeah, sure," Poe claimed, ignoring the twist in his stomach. "I'd love to be together with you. But if you don't remember any of it, then it would be like the first time for you, wouldn't it?"

"You'd have me at a disadvantage," Hux murmured, looking around the place deliberately, an oddly appraising look on his face. He was either really thinking it over or he was pretending to while he looked for a way out.

Poe swallowed as he saw Hux's eyes linger on the tools strewn over the tiny desk. Many of them would make good shivs. "Hey, um, just have a seat," he said, interposing himself and pushing Hux toward the bed in an undignified way. "I'll clean this part up."

"Oh no!" Hux said, recovering his balance even though he'd half-tripped over Poe's discarded boxers. "You were right. I must tidy things up." He swept up the underwear, examining them in detail. "What are these? Stains? Is that a hole?" He inserted a finger, the pink tip of it protruding out the back and wiggling teasingly in Poe's direction.

Poe looked up from where he was trying to hastily gather all the dangerous tools. "Listen, it's been a long time since we could decently resupply!"

"That doesn't explain the stains."

"I'm … a pilot on … very long-range missions."

Hux's brows rose and his mouth opened in glee at this admission. As though the realities of being stuck in a cramped cockpit for days at times weren't bad enough. The hygienic seals on flight suits were another item that could do with resupply.

"Hey!" Poe pointed at him. "I wouldn't be on those missions if it weren't for you!"

Hux laughed, which was a surprisingly playful and honest sound. "Oh! But I don't remember anything about any of that. Nothing at all about serving in the First Order. It's not my fault anymore." With that, he tossed the underwear on the edge of the bed, sweeping down to pick up stray socks and a musty t-shirt that he wrinkled his nose at. "You'll have to tell me how we met. Was it love at first sight, my dear?"

"It had to be," Poe dead-panned.

"Oh?" There was no sarcasm like before; he'd pivoted. This was a real question. "Why is that? You wouldn't have loved me if you'd known better?"

Hux wasn't unlovable. Or at least, Poe didn't think he was. But the way he asked that made Poe wonder if he'd ever been loved. "That doesn't have anything to do with it." Poe looked him over again, thinking of what he knew of Hux and what there was there that a person might love. He decided (for the sake of this farce they were playing through) that he should support his story by explaining what the fictional Poe might have seen in him. "I saw the way you carried yourself. You're so proud. You have a lot to be proud of."

Hux's expression shifted profoundly. He was startled. Maybe scared. He hadn't expected compliments.

It urged Poe on. "You're smart. You have a commanding presence. A good voice. Nice body. You're charming when you want to be." Hux laughed nervously but didn't interrupt. Poe warmed further to the subject, dumping the gathered tools on the desk and coming closer. "The very first time I saw you, I thought, 'there's a guy who knows what he wants and will stop at nothing to get it.'"

"And I wanted you?" It was a question, not disbelief. Hux backed up a half step. The wall was behind him, blocking further escape.

"You wanted me." Poe rested his hand on the bulkhead behind Hux's head. He looked at Hux's pink lips. They looked very kissable. "And I wanted you."

Hux touched Poe's face, the same as Poe had done to him in the brig. Poe smiled slyly, upped the ante, and turned his face. He captured Hux's hand with his and kissed his palm. Hux made a faint sound. Surely, surely, Poe thought, he'd break now. Lips were on skin, they were breathing each other's air, explaining why they loved each other. This had to be too corny for anyone to keep doing with a straight face. Although, Poe had to admit, he wasn't finding it too hard to keep up on his own side.

"And you still want me? Even without those memories?" Hux sounded authentically breathless.

Poe hesitated. There was some kind of muddled warning going on in his brain, but he wasn't making sense of it yet. He could usually trust his instincts. They were mostly saying this was a good thing. It was clear how he needed to answer, so he did. "Yes. I do."

"That's amazing." Hux leaned forward and kissed him, right on the lips. Poe's eyes flew wide before he remembered he was supposed to be Hux's long-time lover here. He shut them and cupped the back of Hux's head. There was no way he was going to crack first on this. If Hux was willing to kiss him to keep up the façade, then Poe would kiss right back.

It turned out Hux was not a very good kisser. He was a quick learner, though, so it wasn't too bad. Poe was putting several things together – Hux had never kissed anyone before. He'd possibly never had anyone confess their love to him before. He did not seem to be breaking this amnesiac character he'd constructed. If anything, he was leaning into it even harder. Was this exactly what Hux wanted? Was Poe falling into Hux's trap somehow? Was that the warning feeling?

It was hard to make sense of any of it while he had Hux pressed into the wall, his tongue down the man's throat and his body bracketed between Poe's arms. Hux was making breathy, needy noises, quiet but obvious given there were no other sounds in the room. Poe ran a hand down to the small of his back, pulling his hips forward into him. They were both erect.

Poe broke the kiss, panting and trying to get a grip on himself, because there was no way Hux wasn't just as much into this scene as Poe was. Hux's head fell back against the wall. "Is this where you tell me you've changed your mind?"

"No, no …" Definitely not. He just wasn't sure this was a good idea, even if he was too horny to articulate why. "But this is where I ask you if you're sure you want to do this." He gave a slight pressure with his fingers where they rested on Hux's hip. It seemed ludicrous that Hux would actually go through with this. Poe felt the gentlemanly thing to do (even if he was unwilling to break character) was to give Hux an easy out.

"Why wouldn't I?"

Well. All politics aside, the guy was about to get laid for what was likely the first time in his life, and apparently Poe being in the Resistance wasn't a deal-breaker. This was about as consensual as it got. If there were other reasons why they shouldn't bone, Poe couldn't bring them to mind at the moment – perhaps a side effect of having so much of his blood supply diverted southwards. "Yeah, okay. But since it will seem like your first time, I'll go slow."

"This was your idea. Fuck me the way we used to fuck."

Poe opened his mouth to object about 'this was your idea' (and yet it was – it totally was), but Hux kissed him again, hard and demanding. Poe put his other hand on Hux's groin, going straight for it, no preamble beyond what they were already doing. Hux groaned and his mouth slackened. Poe rubbed him firmly through his trousers, kissed him harder, pushing him back into the wall as he kept it up. Hux made a throttled noise, huffing through his nose desperately. A few seconds later, Poe felt warmth and wetness under his palm, seeping through the cloth.

He chuckled. "Oh, it really has been a while for you, hasn't it?"

Hux had flushed scarlet at some point in that. It was beautiful on him. Poe lipped at his chin and jaw as Hux panted and looked away. Emotions flashed over his features, too shaken by his climax to be guarded. He looked to be trying to get his bearings. Poe tucked his face into Hux's hot-skinned neck and slid his hands between Hux's back and the wall. He embraced him and waited, giving the man a moment of privacy.

Hux's hands hesitantly rose to Poe's back. He hugged him in return, limbs trembling just a little. His breathing slowed and Hux's grip relaxed. He pressed his head to the side of Poe's in a gesture that was as affectionate as it was unnecessary. If his cover story to protect himself from prosecution for war crimes was that he remembered nothing, then he didn't have to be nice about it. He didn't have to act grateful. If anything, Hux was best served at this point by acting like Poe had violated him but there was not a hint of that in how Hux was acting.

"What comes next?" Hux's voice was quiet, collected now.

"You don't have to do this," Poe reminded him again.

Hux reached down to where Poe was still hard, his erection trapped between them and pressed to Hux's upper thigh. He insinuated his fingers and stroked up and down over the fabric.

"Let me see you." His tone was an order, then he seemed to reconsider. "Can I- Can I see you?"

Poe gave him a heavy-lidded look. At some point, this had stopped being an act on either of their parts. "Stick with the orders. I'll tell you if I don't want to follow 'em." He took a step back and unfastened his pants. He pushed them down and pulled himself out, giving himself a few languid strokes. He wondered if Hux had any preconceptions about dicks that might interfere with the reality of seeing one. But no. Hux went to his knees.

Poe drew in a quick breath, but there was no need to fear. Hux studied him in open admiration. He touched the back of Poe's hand, then looked up. "Tell me how to do this – the way you like it."

"Put your hand around the base. The tip in your mouth. Use your tongue and your lips. Try not to-" He was about to put his dick in the mouth of General Armitage Hux. This was seriously unsafe. Poe entertained the thought for a second, dismissed it entirely, then continued. "Try not to use your teeth."

"Hm. Do I suck or do I lick?"

"Either. Both in turns. Mostly sucking once I start getting … going, you know?" Hux nodded and followed directions. He licked tentatively, then more thoroughly, with an absorption and dedication to the task that was commendable. Poe touched his hair, smoothing it out of his face not only to keep it out of Hux's eyes and mouth, but to see him.

A general of the First Order was on his knees sucking him off. That was a trip by itself. But, also – it was this guy, who was handsome, snarky, and had a lot of reasons to hate him personally, yet was doing this anyway, this sort of weird role-play where he was a prisoner pretending not to have memories, following Poe's suggestion they were lovers and now actually making love to him …!

The man's mouth was sinful. That mouth had ordered the death of so many. He'd called for blood. He'd demanded Poe's death several times. And now he was sucking the head of his cock, lips sliding wetly over the glans, tongue laving the frenulum, making Poe's toes curl in his boots and his breath catch in his throat. "Ah, fuck," Poe groaned.

Hux stopped. "Are you … going?"

"Yes, please," Poe whined. He'd been so fucking close at that moment.

Hux's expression was smug, but the important thing was that he returned to his task.

"Okay, alright, now I'm- Ah!" Poe pulled out of Hux's mouth with a soft sound of want. His hand sealed over the spit-slick tip. Hux's hand was still on his shaft. Poe gave a couple quick clinches and he was coming in his hand.

"Is that how we do it?" The question was both guarded and curious.

Poe looked down at him, one hand braced against the wall, the other still cupping his emission. "Sometimes we do it other ways."

"You'll have to show me." Hux handed him the pair of boxers.

Poe wiped his hand with it. "I will." He tossed down the soiled underwear. "You know, if you never get your memories back …" Hux stood and the moment hung in the air uncertainly until Poe continued, "we could just make new ones."

"Are you sure?" Hux watched him intently. "What about the war crimes?"

Poe hesitated. "Well, Finn managed it. You're not … You're not that guy anymore, are you?"

"I …" Hux's expression fluttered, hope, vulnerability, uncertainty. "I don't have to be."

Poe kissed him gently. "We'll figure something out."