WARNING: This story contains spoilers from Star Wars Episode VII

This story is rated M (16+) for language, violence, nudity, sexual content and some drug use.

Enjoy.

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"Tell me, baby brother." Tazaar paced slowly past the bed. "How often has this been happening to you for?"

Ren folded his hands in his lap. He kept his head down. "Every night," he murmured.

The vampire turned around. Concern was sketched into her frowning lips. Releasing a sigh, she tilted her head and rubbed her neck. "For how long?" she asked softly.

"A while," he replied.

She walked to the bed. "Since that battle, isn't it?" she breathed. She took a seat beside the human.

All he gave her in return was a silent glance. Although Ren was undoubtedly toxic with emotion, his black eyes remained as blank as ever—his usual habit if he felt anything other than anger. Like vicious rapids, anger had always flowed from him without blockage. Habitually, he filtered everything else out of the flow, and little would anyone know how much Kylo Ren was keeping out of sight. Now, because of it, he was facing a major challenge. The man could only rage on for so long. He had given off so much fury over the past few weeks, but at this point, he was almost spent. Therefore, to cope with his strife, he had no choice but to reflect on the hidden feelings. What a struggle—he had been doing it so much more than usual, but he was still horrible at talking about feelings.

And, oh damn… Was he seriously going to have to reflect on the fight on Starkiller again? It was already awkward that it forced him into a tearful mess. Not to mention, it was already enough of a struggle to open up to Hux's friend about it all. Oh gods, for how hard that discussion was, it should have kept him feeling better in the long-run. Hell, it was a psychologist he spoke to, so wasn't Ren supposed to get something out of it?

Thankfully, he did not have to say anything next. Once again, he could feel Tazaar's crimson gaze narrowing upon him and seeping deep into his mind. Clearly, his face could not conceal the truth. She would know the whole story just by reading him.

That was the nice part about talking to another force-sensitive. Sometimes, reading Kylo Ren spared him the labor of self-expression.

With a sorrowful look, the queen let out another sigh and closed her eyes, bowing her head. "Just as I suspected," she said. "No wonder. Your eyes…. They've looked so strange since that day. I've seen those kind of eyes before. They're always on the faces of the broken-hearted. Always….. so sick… so starved… so done…"

All his feelings summed up in a nutshell. That was easy. Ren kept listening quietly.

She glanced back up. She took a deep breath. "I have not lost any faith in you," she explained. "I have not broken our deal, either. You still have the power within you. Even during the fight, my sister and I did everything we could to keep you strong." Her voice then lowered, almost into a serious whisper. "However," she continued, "I see the reason why you've lost."

"I've been told why," added Ren.

"And you still blame yourself, don't you?"

He paused.

"It may feel like it," said Tazaar, "but this is not your fault. The force is mysterious, but it is mighty. There are parts of it that we will never comprehend, let alone control. For that reason, it overcomes even the strongest of beings. Right now, it clearly wants to accomplish something, and you and the girl are part of it."

"So, what?" he snarled. "I have no choice but to suffer?"

Tazaar shook her head. "Not quite. You may not be able to control your feelings, but you still have the power to end your torment. In fact,…" Her hand cupped Ren's cheek. Her eyes connected with his as if she were ready to talk about a life-or-death situation. "You must resolve it," she uttered. "That is where you have no choice, baby brother."

"What do you mean?" he exhaled.

Tazaar withdrew her hand. "You and I know awfully well that the girl is very strong with the Force," she answered. "Right now, she is a powerful asset for your enemies, and she might even be stronger than Luke Skywalker himself. She is your biggest threat, baby brother. The only thing keeping you from defeating her is your relentless thirst. In other words, should your lust continue to distract you, then…" Her dark brows furrowed. Her look turned grim. She was probably about to say the last thing Ren wanted to hear. "Then,… you will—"

Ren cut her off hastily. "There's obviously something I can do about it," he hissed. "I already know what I have to do, Tazaar. Don't waste your breath repeating things I already understand." Finishing his sentence, he coldly turned his head away, frustrated and somewhat disappointed. He expected better from Tazaar. This time, when he needed her silver speech more than ever, her rambling did not seem to help.

There was a brief moment of silence between them. However, the vampire was not finished. Her voice was calm again. "Your friend, Rogan," she continued. "What did he tell you to do?"

The raven-haired man kept his head turned. "He told me to take advantage of my feelings," he said. "To help me gain the energy to defeat her."

"He may understand people, but obviously, he doesn't understand the Force…"

"Your point?"

"That strategy won't work."

Ren turned his gaze back to her. Although his frustration had not weaned, her words rekindled his curiosity. Fighting Rey—the radiating core of his obsession, lust and strife—would not work. If that would not work, what would? His black eyes engaged with hers, this time beaming darkly. "Then I take it you have a suggestion," he murmured. If she was going to give him a suggestion, especially over a psychologist's advice, she have better had a good one. She better have had one.

Tazaar breathed deep and leaned toward him. Her voice swept under her breath. Like a strange chemical, her soft tone thickened the serious, dark atmosphere between them. "There's only one way," she told him.

Ren was all ears now. Go on, he demanded with his quiet stare. Would he finally be able to end his restless hunger? He would do it. Whatever it took. All Tazaar had to do was say it.

She was on the verge of opening her mouth. He could just imagine those next words right at that instant, dripping from her fangs, onto the tip of her tongue, ready to roll off any second. Yes, her words have worked sweet miracles for him before. Could those words purify his intoxicated mind and body? Could they wash him clean of his poisonous lust?

"Obey it," she uttered.

Ren shot her a puzzled stare. What did she mean? Obey it? Obey what?

"Obey the Force," she said. "Act on your desires."

Act on his lust?

Did she mean…

Ren said nothing back. Black eyes remained dull with confusion. Before he even realized it, the shadows of Tazaar's face were veiling over a soft grin. It was oddly playful, just the way one would stare pleasurably while courting. Was she joking with him? With a suggestion like that, she had to be. And that smile felt as worse as alcohol pouring over an open wound. Oh, the nerve of that woman for seeking humor out of his pain! Had he the energy, he would have lunged forward at her toothy grin and pulled both of those cruel fangs out of her mouth…

But something caught his attention, and he stopped his accusations. He observed her more closely. Then, his eyes grew wide. There was something much more to her smile. It looked serious enough to show that this was not a mere joke. Not in the slightest.

Yes. That was exactly what she meant.

It did not matter if she was joking, though. The solution still hurt. In a fluster, Ren shot back up to his feet. "Impossible!" he yelled.

Tazaar blinked twice, but her demeanor did not shift. She cocked her head. "And how can you say that it's not possible?" she questioned.

The raven-haired man was desperately pacing across the room. He flung his hands into the air. "You've seen her, Tazaar," he huffed. "The scavenger wants me dead! There's no way in Hoth she'll ever let me anywhere near her without a saber plunging at my throat, let alone allow me to do that. I would have to—…. Oh, fuck…" Ren stopped pacing. His face twisted with shock and disgust before he turned around to face the queen. "Y-you're… suggesting that I take her by force…"

The vampire frowned and sighed, shaking her head. "You don't have to," she commented.

Frustrated again, the knight scrunched his brows and gestured to his facial scar. "She nearly took my life," he stressed, "and you seriously believe that she has any desire for me?!"

She raised her brows. "As a matter of fact, I don't believe this," she retorted. "I know this."

Ren raised his thick brows. Subconsciously, his ears sucked in those last few words. They stuck to his mind like ink on cloth, and his chest swelled with the most bizarre joy. No doubt, he wanted those words to be true. Still, he feared being too gullible. He could not just believe in something simply because it was what he wanted to hear, especially something so unlikely. Instead, he shook it off, and he held tightly to his disbelief.

Then again… Would Tazaar ever lie to him? Her mind was one of the very few that Kylo Ren could never pierce into. If anyone were to tell him a good lie without him discovering, it would definitely be her. And with intuition alone, he was never quite good at ratting out liars. "Women always know when you lie," he was once told—that was the closest lesson to it. But how does a man ever know deep down when a woman lies?

Balancing curiosity with skepticism, Kylo Ren glared at the queen. "Enlighten me, then," he demanded. "Explain how such a…. union may come to be."

Slowly, Tazaar reached to the empty spot beside her on the bed. She pat it gently. "Come sit," she soothingly commanded.

In an attempt to settle himself, Ren let out a massive huff. He rolled his eyes and bit his lip, then took a seat beside the queen. With arms crossed, he kept his eyes glued to her. And no needlessly long speeches this time, he wanted to spit out at her. Out with it.

"Now, listen," she began. "Remember that day after the Tatooine invasion, when you brought the girl to your interrogation chamber?"

Oh, how could he not?

Ren looked down. "I do," he replied.

"You were in her mind," she stated. "You knew. She was drawn to you the moment you took your helmet off before her. That must have been the first thing you saw, even before looking for that map."

A short pause. His face was starting to turn blank once again. "I did," he said, nodding slowly, "but that changed soon after."

"Oh? Then let me ask you this… If she blocked you out of her head, then how would you know that her feelings disappeared?"

Her question irked him. "What kind of a question is that? For the last time, Tazaar. I told you how she behaved after I took Han Solo's life. The girl barely knew him for long, and she was already attached to that man like a baby chick. Hell, she…." Ren stopped when the memory of the forest battle flashed into his head. All that pulled up was her face—oh, that damn face. Almond eyes flaring, white teeth bearing, doll lips crooked into a snarl.

So perfect.

So stained with hate.

"You're a monster…"

If he had it in him right now, he would have flung up into a fit of rage, like he always did when this memory came up. Instead, he hung his head and shut his eyes. For some odd reason, he felt like he was on the verge of feeling something that he had never felt in so long. Certainly not something he felt since Kylo Ren came to be, but it was definitely something Ben Solo felt before.

Something only the weak and foolish feel. Kylo Ren should never feel it. Never at all. So, how else could he ever react to that memory besides being angry? He had to be angry, or else he would feel—

"You pay too much attention to her emotions," said Tazaar. "Forget about her anger. It means nothing."

"But she is angry," Ren replied. "That I can't ignore."

"That may be true, baby brother," answered the female, "but there are very few things out there that can ever erase attraction. Not even a grudge is enough. Just as the wind carries the sand over a dead body, fury can bury it, but no matter how deep it pushes it downward out of sight, it still exists. Of course, I agree that your 'enemy status' is an obstacle, but it's actually quite curable. In fact, it's probably the only thing standing between you and pure, sweet, mind-blowing pleasure with the girl." Glossed by the moonlight, her lips curled into a smirk. "For that matter," she continued, "if we can maybe soften things up between you two, or at least somehow find a way around her anger, then there's no doubt she wouldn't mind sharing the bed with you."

"…. S-soften things… up?" He squinted. "That's… easier said than done."

Her smirk grew wider. "I won't argue with that," she confessed. "That's why I'd be more than glad to assist you in this, baby brother."

The knight raised a brow. Now, Tazaar was making sense. Perhaps she was on to something. Besides, what did he have to lose for trusting in her? "Go on," he insisted.

"Listen carefully…" Tazaar crept closer to Ren, snaking around and up behind him like a phantom. Soft hands made their way upon his shoulders. Shadows started to veil her face as her head tilted downward. The delicate sensation of warm air gracing Ren's ear told him how close the vampire actually was. Subsequently, the man looked forward, a deep stare going straight across the room, while every hair stood on the nape of his neck. Damn, how her invasive nature never ceased to power up his nerves.

With a voice as sweet as sugar, she whispered to him. "You're not the only one who needs her," she breathed. "We can make this more convenient and kill many birds with one stone with the girl… At this point, I don't think your supreme leader would turn down a little extra help, let alone from someone so strong with the Force. Also, you're still collecting people to add to your little family of force-sensitive buddies, aren't you? Think about it—for all we know, she could be like a queen on a chessboard. She could be the key to turning this entire war around."

"There's only one way to do that," murmured Ren.

Ren could feel Tazaar nod by the way her dark threads brushed against his neck. "And it's the same way I think you will get to have her."

"So then, you're saying we..."

"Yes, baby brother… The girl must join us… and be seduced to the Dark Side."

Dark eyes widened.

His heart throbbed.

"Yes, but… That could take a while…"

Tazaar shook her head. "Not quite," she said. "Not with my help."

His breath deepened.

His mouth ran dry.

Maybe, not all hope was lost.

"Well?..."

Again, what did he have to lose?

It could be not too far away now…

That fantasy…

The fantasy that Rey always harbored. In that interrogation room, she infected him with it. Now, it was his turn to be haunted by that fantasy every night, whether he liked it or not.

It begins with an ocean. A horizon shrouded in blue. In the middle of the azure, the sun's rays kiss the hills of a lonely green island.

Just by the water, on the white sands of that island, Kylo Ren stands. In the distance walking toward him is a female in the most beautiful, natural, wild form imaginable.

Rey…

When she is close enough, he reaches out to her, pulling her in with such an eager embrace. He stares into her eyes deeply, and he drinks in her beauty before leaning forward and tasting her lips. The kiss gets deeper and deeper, and soon the couple ends up lying upon each other in the warm, soft sand. As that kiss continues, caresses commence, and their hands rush around desperately as if meaning to cover every beautiful inch of flesh. Feeling her soft skin, hearing her breath and breathing in her scent, he becomes seduced. Within minutes, his clothes and hers come off, piece by piece, revealing the two in their raw form.

Her hips…. Her breasts… Her legs…. She looks so beautiful lying there beneath him. She makes him ache with lust. It is not long before he ends up inside her, and without a doubt, he makes the most out of it. He makes love to her in all the hottest ways. Occasionally, he even lets the girl have a taste of his manhood while he hungrily returns the favor. The waves play in the background of their moans and cries of passion.

Finally, it ends with him at his climax. Rey rides on top and arches her back before unleashing one last outcry and then….

"Baby brother?"

In a hungry trance, Kylo Ren slowly turned his head to her. "Very well," he whispered. "I trust that you can do this. But if you wish to accomplish this, you must speak with my master first."

The queen graced her face with a cheerful grin. Her pearl-white fangs glimmered.

"Then it's settled….

"You will have her soon."

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