Hux took a deep breath and stretched deeper. It was a simple seated twist, but felt incredible. He folded forward and let his forehead rest against his palms. "Mmm," he moaned to himself. There was something to the strange burning ache that felt good. Life was bizarre, he mused. Why should pain bring him such relief? His body melted further into the floor and he breathed deep.

"How do you do that?" a curious, low voice came.

Hux gasped and jerked upward in surprise, then scowled. His muscles returned to their naturally tense state. "Supreme Leader. You don't usually use this gym."

"No, not usually." Kylo Ren pulled off his shirt and tossed it on a weight bench. "That idiot Dalee is in the other one. I'll kill him if I have to spend another second with him." He effortlessly grabbed several large weights and stacked them at the end of a bar. "I didn't know you did meditation," he offered as conversation.

"It's yoga." Hux pretended to be unaffected by his presence, switched sides, twisted, and folded forward once again. Relaxation wouldn't come as easily as it did in solitude.

More weights clanked onto the bar. "You're flexible."

"You know that already," Hux grumbled as he stretched further. His muscles remained rigid in protest and his reach was diminished a great amount.

A dark chuckle rumbled through the gym. "I do."

Hux sat up and glared at the other man, who was sitting on the bench, staring at him with a scoundrel's twinkle in his eye. "Don't look at me like that," Hux snapped. "The gym is filthy. And it's public. Other officers use it frequently." The game begins, he thought almost excitedly.

With the flick of his fingers, the doors beeped and whirred as they locked down. Ren stared at Hux wolfishly.

Hux sniffed, almost disappointed. "It's still disgustingly unsanitary."

"Your face was on the floor a minute ago."

"On my mat. Doesn't the fact that I'm making excuses mean enough to deter you?" Hux sneered, but didn't make any moves to leave. His abdomen began to warm and throb.

"I can read your mind. That's why I'm not deterred. You don't mean it. But all right." Ren smirked and lie back, reaching up for the weight bar. His workout would have killed other men, but his pace was leisurely and effortless.

Hux watched him for a moment, longing to grab those hard muscles, before clearing his throat. "Thank you. I appreciate your decency, for once."

Ren did several more reps before chuckling and lifting the bar back into the rack. "You'd think after all this time you'd stop trying to convince me you don't enjoy our arrangement." He sat up leaned on his knees, a smirk on his lips.

"After all this time you should know I can't stand your presence."

"But you like when I fuck you."

"That doesn't mean I like or respect you," Hux added for good measure. Take that.

With a snort of derision, Ren pushed into Hux's mind. After a moment his eyebrows perked up. "Really?" he purred suddenly. "You want me to what?"

Hux felt the tips of his ears begin to burn. "Get out of my head. If I wanted such activities, I'd have proposed them." It was a lie and both men knew it.

Kylo glanced over his shoulder to the mirrors on the wall behind him, then leered back at Hux. "That's not a bad idea, General." He ran a hand through his hair and chewed his bottom lip for a second before grinning widely. "I'll do it."

His heart hammering and loins stirring, Hux stared up at the supreme leader. "I- I don't know if it will actually work. I hadn't worked out the exact details. I may not be that flexible."

"I can make it work," he replied eagerly, taking the bait as usual. By now Hux learned that Kylo Ren couldn't resist a challenge. His gloves were on Hux then, tracing over his thin t-shirt and tugging at his waistband.

The bottoms slid off easily and pooled at Hux's feet. Goosebumps ignited and spread like wildfire along his skin. "Remember to-" he started.

"Shh," Ren hissed. "This won't work if you aren't relaxed." He pulled off his gloves and pressed his fingertips into the tight muscles in the general's lower back.

Hux bowed into downward facing dog and Ren positioned himself behind him. Rough hands grabbed at his hips and stretched him back further. The pressure of Ren against him made Hux's knees tremble.

Stealing a glance in the mirror, the general shuddered. What would dear Father have said about this? The wickedness of fucking the supreme leader with literally no ulterior motive than for pleasure was deliciously satisfying. No, Armitage Hux didn't need to sleep his way to power. He had it. He simply couldn't resist the sullen ruler and knew the same applied to Ren.

Allowing himself to stretch deeper, Hux actually laughed darkly. The burning in the back of his legs was different, but just as satisfying as as the burning from Ren's steady thrusting. Suddenly he pulled away and scooped his body into cobra pose, biting his lip as he pressed against the yoga mat.

Rising to all fours, he performed a few cat cow stretches before looking back to Ren. "Enjoying the show?" he asked sarcastically. "What are you waiting for?"

"Maybe," Ren sheepishly mumbled, "maybe you could teach me how to do this." He got on his knees behind him, not surprised at Hux's lusty moan. "I want to be flexible."

"Yes, well, all those muscles will keep you from being as lithe as me," Hux panted. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back and forth, stretching his neck. The mix of pleasure and pain had him salivating. Watching in the mirror, Hux bit his lip and watched Ren's muscular body flex and ripple as he worked.

Still trembling moments later, Hux pulled his pants back on and used his towel to wipe off the yoga mat. He was seeing stars and still felt electrified. He reached for Ren, but he'd already gotten up.

"As you were, General." Ren grabbed his shirt and put it under his head on the weight bench, beginning his workout as if nothing happened.

"Fuck you, Supreme Leader."