It was late by the time the Knights made it back to their hotel, the ride back had been tense and largely silent. Kylo wasn't sure if the other Knights were thinking about the new information or his unusual outburst over the redhead, but he decided that he didn't care. Any decent being would want to free someone from slavery -Kylo didn't give a shit if it was legal on this planet, it was still wrong- and he had to admit that Hux's quick wit and demeanor were surprisingly refreshing. Despite his young age, Kylo had quickly become the leader of the Knights, due in part to his natural leadership abilities, but more importantly, his impressive abilities with the force. Because of this, it was extremely rare for anyone to question him, let alone argue. It wasn't something Kylo had realized he had missed until Hux had spoken. Apparently even being a slave couldn't quite dull the other man's fire, the thought brought a small smile to the Knight's face.

With a nod at the two other Knights, Kylo headed to the privacy of his own room, not bothering to remove his robes as he sprawled dramatically over his king sized bed, a groan leaving him as he collapsed. He stared up at the ceiling blindly as the nights events ran through his head over and over again. He tried to keep his minds to the details of what Hux had told him about the supposed meeting with Snoke, - he already knew of the building that the meeting would be taking place and knew of several vantage points the Knights could use-but as hard as he tried to avoid it, his mind kept going back to the feeling of Hux grinding on him, how perfect his lips had felt on his own.

Without meaning to, he felt himself getting hard. After months of only getting relief by his own hand, his body was more than ready for a Hux repeat. After several more minutes of trying to think about work and ignore his growing erection, Kylo gave up and shoved himself off his bed, stripping off his heavy cloak and leggings, a sigh escaping him as he sprawled back on the bed and took his throbbing length into his hand. His head tipped back and a groan escaped him as he stroked himself, thinking of Hux, wanting to taste his lips again, wondered how those lips would feel around his cock.

The thought was like dropping ice water on his arousal, and Kylo immediately pulled his hand back as if it had been burned. Disgust filled him as-instead of his own fantasy- he remembered the man back at the club that had roughly pulled the redhead to his knees, obviously sharing Kylo's thoughts on Hux's lips. Shakily, Kylo pulled on a pair of loose black pants, and paced the room.

He had hated leaving Hux at that club and wished more than anything that he could check on the other man somehow. It took another minute of brooding before Kylo realized what an idiot he was being. Rolling his eyes at his own stupidity, Kylo sat cross-legged on the floor and began to take long, even breaths. He let his mind clear of everything, letting all his emotions go.

Hux shakily made his way to his room, relief pouring through him when he finally stepped inside and closed the door behind himself. He didn't pause, but instead headed straight for the fresher, turning the water on as hot as it would go. He stripped off the flimsy chains and cloth he was wearing and kicked them to the side before stepping gratefully under the spray. His skin burned, but he didn't care, he never did. It was the only way he was able to feel even remotely clean after yet another day of work. Despite being a sex slave for most of his life, he still scrubbed himself raw every chance he got, until he almost felt as though he scrubbed away the touch from all the strangers. Almost.

When the water finally started to cool, Hux shut it off and stepped out, wiping himself down with a flimsy towel and then brushed his teeth for several minutes longer than necessary, before curling under his blankets, heat still radiating off of his skin. While he was still hot now, he knew in a short amount of time he would be freezing once more. As a sex slave, his Master didn't see why he would need any type of clothing other than his skimpy work outfits, so all Hux had to fight off the chill was the thin blanket that he had been given a couple of years ago.

Curled under the blanket, Hux lay on his side and surveyed his surroundings. While he would rather be free than a slave, he knew he shouldn't complain. At least his Master was somewhat decent, as far as Masters go. He had his own room- sure the shower was so small he could barely turn in it, and the only piece of furniture was a bed that was a bit too small- but it was his. He was rarely starved or beaten, and he always knew what time he was supposed to be performing. In all honesty, he oftentimes felt grateful. He was much happier here than he had ever been in a private home, he hated private homes.

Not wanting to rehash old memories, Hux turned his thoughts back to his meeting with the Knights. Sam and Michael he had met before, but Ben had been new to him, and by far the most amusing. He grinned as he remembered the other man's outrage at Hux taking drugs, his face was so full of expressions, Hux wondered how he could ever been intimidating. Then again, most people who faced against the Knights of Ren had something to lose, which Hux thought put them at a distinct disadvantage than a drug addicted sex slave. He grinned at the thought, and then frowned quickly when he felt a slight twinge in his head.

Hux? The sound of his name echoing like a question in his mind had the redhead jumping out of bed and looking around wildly, despite knowing it was impossible for anyone to be hiding in the tiny room without being blatantly obvious.

"Who's there?" He whispered, uncertainty lacing his words as he turned in circles, wondering if the coke he had taken earlier had been laced with something else.

I just wanted to make sure you were ok. Replied the phantom voice. It's Kylo Ren.

"Fuck! Fucking Knights, giving me laced shit!" Cursed Hux, pulling at his hair in frustration. "All I wanted was some fucking coke, motherfuckers."

Would you calm down? It wasn't laced.

Hux snorted at that. "Obviously it was, since I'm hearing a voice who calls himself Kylo." He said the name in a mocking sneer. "I don't even know a fucking Kylo."

Oh, they called me Ben when you saw me.

It took a minute for the words the voice spoke to sink in. Once it did Hux sat heavily on his bed, trying to process that he was apparently talking to the Knight from earlier. "How are you talking to me like this?" He finally asks.

The force works in mysterious ways. Hux could swear Ben, or Kylo, whatever the fuck his name was, was grinning when he said that.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." He muttered in reply.

I highly doubt that.

"You're right." Hux agreed. "The stupidest thing I ever heard was when some voice in my head said his name was Kylo."

I'm glad you find my name so amusing,

"I think the drugs are still affecting me, actually." Hux found himself confessing for no good reason. "I mean, I have absolutely no room to talk."

Please tell me you have a ridiculous first name.

"It's horrid, actually."

What is it?

"I don't want to say."

Please?

Hux sighed, but something about someone actually saying please to him, in a non-sexual way too, had him saying his vile name aloud. "Armitage."

There was a long pause, and then: your name is Armitage Hux?

"That's what I said, you idiot."

You're right, you have absolutely have no room to talk. Hux could swear Kylo was snickering in his mind. Armitage, your parents must have hated you.

"I think they sold me into slavery just so they didn't have to admit to their friends that they came up with such an awful name." Hux joked.

When Kylo spoke in his mind again, it was filled with such sorrow that Hux felt enveloped by it. Hux, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said that, please forgive me.

"There's nothing to forgive." When he was met with silence, Hux rolled his eyes. "Honestly Ren, it's not a big deal. I've been a slave for a long time."

So your calling me Ren now?

Hux was grateful for the change in conversation. "You said your name was Kylo Ren, right?"

Yes.

"Well, due to my unfortunate name situation, I tend to call people by their last name to encourage them to do the same with me."

Very clever of you.

"Well, I'm full of surprises." Hux replied, letting his body fall back onto his bed so he was staring at the ceiling.

You never did tell me if you were ok.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

There was a hesitation before Ren spoke. I saw the man in the other booth grab you.

Hux felt his stomach drop at Ren's admission. He hated the thought of the Knight seeing him handled like that, hated how weak he must have looked. Still, he tried his best to make his voice sound nonchalant. "Well it wasn't a big deal. It's how the industry works."

I hated it.

"Well, it's not exactly a thrill ride for me either." Hux said, voice dry.

No one should be allowed to touch you.

Hux got angry at that. "No one should be allowed to touch me, Ren, really?"

No, they shouldn't.

"I'm a fucking sex slave, Ren! That's about the only thing they are allowed to do to me." He found himself clenching his fist and watching dispassionately as his hand turned white. "I don't get a fucking say, so telling me something isn't fair doesn't fucking matter!"

I didn't mean to upset you. I just, shit, I want you to know that I'm coming back for you. After we catch Snoke, I'm coming back and freeing you.

That had Hux calming down, and suddenly he found himself relaxed. He knew what this was, he knew how to play this game. "You are?"

Yes.

"You're going to save me?"

Yes.

"Well someone so gallant as to save me must get a reward." Hux was certain that Ren was a little lost at this point, so he continued. "Maybe while were speeding away I'll take your big cock into my wet mouth and suck you until you can't see straight."

What the fu-

Hux ignored whatever Ren was starting to say and instead continued. "Or maybe I'll wait until we have a little more room and I'll let you pound into my tight ass. Is that what you want?"

I don't want any of that!

"Really?" Hux snarled. "So that wasn't your dick I felt when I was grinding on your lap earlier tonight?"

Just because I find you attractive doesn't mean I want anything from you!

"Tell that to your dick, Ren."

Fuck. What can I do to make you believe me?

"Don't tell me your going to rescue me." Hux snapped. "It does nothing for me, and I've heard it a million times."

Ok. I won't mention it again. Hux was grateful that Ren sounded sincere, and he allowed himself to relax again. Before the talk of rescuing, Hux had actually found himself enjoying his conversation with Ren, and it was something he found he didn't want to lose just yet.

"Good, now tell me how you got the ridiculous name Kylo Ren." As Ren launched into the story, Hux found himself drifting off to the sound of the lilting voice, feeling more peaceful than he had for a very long time.

To be continued...