The Shell Chapter One
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Main Theme- You Want It Darker by Leonard Cohen
Kylo's leathered thumb rubs crosses into his cheeks. Such a gesture always leaves him feeling…
Hot.
"It's only for a few days."
"I understand."
His lips curl upwards, and his eyes shine bright with the Force.
"Of course you do, my gift."
"My quarters are rather plain, but they should be comfortable." The General announces with a chirpiness reserved for the happy spice addict. The General's quarters start off with the living room just as Kylo's, but there's no ash altar to Darth Vader as the centerpiece. The centerpiece is a blue loveseat with hundreds of golden buttons nailed into it. There's a black coffee table on it with a remote that most likely reveals the viewscreen behind the wall in front of the couch. He can see the outline for several near-hidden doors to other parts of the quarters.
"Hux has a handsome face with beautifully red hair, but underneath the face and attitude, there's nothing there. Just like his quarters I bet." Kylo told him right after his tour of the Finalizer. The General refused to show his quarters to Kylo's, and Kylo wisely decided not use the Supreme Leader to gain access to it. Why should he waste his time on something so trivial?
"I'll take you to the guest room; I bet you'd want to shower after your adventure." The General insists on leading him by the hand like he was an invalid. He shudders in disgust at feeling the cheap leather of the General's glove rub against his naked palm. Kylo's gloves are shaak leather, while the General's is clearly First-Order issued just like the medical gown. He expects the guest room to be equally inferior.
The guest room contains a queen-sized bed with sky-blue sheets and matching pillowcases. There's a small wooden desk in the corner right across from the end of the bed with a viewscreen and a rolling chair. Only a meter from the right side of the desk is the metallic outlines of two doors.
"The one on the left is the closet, but there's nothing but hangers. The one on the right is the 'fresher. There's shampoo, conditioner, body lotion, and towels. The cleaning droids always put in fresh towels and sheets every week!"
Kylo laughs, his laugh sends a bolt of warmth through his body, at a recording of the General's first speech on Starkiller Base. "The General's true accent shines in the quiet moments, which is perfectly timed since those moments are few and far between, except those with culture. Only Master, I, and you have that here."
"I'll go order you some temporary clothes and make us something to eat!" He wishes he could sneer like Kylo surely would, but he's not supposed to add wrinkles to his luscious mouth. Kylo told him so.
The General slips out with one last smile. Matt goes into the 'fresher, removes and folds his clothes just like Kylo taught him, and tosses them into the waste basket. The shower can only fit one person, but it manages to have a small shelf of generic bath items. He closes the door and sets the water to hot.
Kylo joins him in the tiny shower, presses him up against the shelf. Matt feels the bottle of generic shampoo dig into his back. Teeth graze against his neck, threatening to bite where the tongue has lathed him. There is no resistance for why would he resist the person he loves the most?
Hands, better than his, reach down and grasp him. Hot, wet, dexterous fingers tug, twist, and feel his manhood. Kylo knows that he's been waiting for so long for this. He's being kind and finishing him off first.
I need you.
The evidence of his fantasy goes down the drain with the bubbly remains of the body wash. He gets out of the shower and grabs a towel; he's half-surprised at the softness. He didn't think the General cared about such things.
He wraps a towel around his middle, which barely covers his thighs, and steps out while drying his hair. The General is there with a black body glove, underwear, and boots that only Stormtroopers would wear. The General himself is wearing loose pants and a long-sleeved shirt that highlights his sinewy physique. Considering this new piece of information, he figures that the General had no choice but to go with the Stormtrooper clothing.
"U-Uh," The General stammers as he looks him up and down; his pale face turning a burning a red. "I-I got you clothes."
The General deposits the items on the bed and turns to leave. He freezes midway with one sandaled foot a few centimeters from the ground.
"I'll have supper ready in ten minutes. If you don't feel like eating, I understand." The General says gently like Kylo's mother used to before he became Kylo.
The General finally leaves, and Matt gets dressed. He then returns to the 'fresher and wipes the fog from the mirror. He looks like he belongs with the younger generation of Stormtroopers that train under Cardinal.
"I would never let you be a Stormtrooper. I would rather have you be anything else, even a radar technician!" Kylo laughs at his own suggestion.
"Then, what can I do for you?"
"Be my gift."
The supper that the General has laid out is very simple. A pan-seared chicken patty with gray gravy and cooked mushrooms. There's a bowl of overdressed salad and a jug of blue milk. The General smiles up at him and waves him over to sit down like they're comrades.
He sits across from the General because it's the only other free chair; the General dishes out a plate with a generous portion of the patty and gives him a separate plate for the salad. He looks down at his utensils: a sharp knife and a dull fork. He picks up the knife and looks at the General.
He's humming a song as he pours the blue milk in their respective plasticine cups. He's not even looking at him. He wouldn't even see the knife coming.
It's not my right to kill him. Kylo should have the honor.
He goes to cut his patty and resolves to eat this miserable bounty.
"What's your name?" The General asks as he hands him the cup.
"Matt."
Author's Comments- No links this time.
It's so fun getting into the head of other characters.
Next chapter: It's the second day that Hux brought Kylo's clone into his quarters, but he knows nothing about the clone. He tries to change that.