Chapter 3, Unforeseen Circumstances

Ren is a mess. Hux picks up the pieces, as usual.

On the edge of consciousness, Kylo's head lulls from side to side, delirious as his body is ravaged by his heat. He tries desperately to think of what he needs to do, but he can't concentrate. How can he make this stop?

Still on the floor where he collapsed, his body is useless. This is how he dies, his mind briefly thinks, and at the hands of that girl no less. Rey. Untrained and ignorant of the powers she has, he sensed it in her. She can bring the Order to its knees single-handedly.

Tears slip from the corners of his eyes, mixing with the sweat on his skin. It's hopeless. If he cannot defeat her, how can he fight this? He paws weakly at his tunic, still too hot, unbearably so. Pulling up his sleeves to reveal as much skin as possible does little to alleviate his symptoms.

He's so incredibly uncomfortable but he daren't move. Each time he shifts he feels the wetness in his under garments. His body is preparing itself to accept an Alpha, a potential mate — someone to fill his womb. Bile rises to his throat but he swallows it down. There is so much he doesn't know about his own body. He's defenceless in this condition, he screws his eyes shut pushing the thoughts away; anyone can find him… And he can do nothing to stop them.

He waits. Eventually someone will notice his absence. Someone will come. Whether that's good for him or not is dependent of who it is.

Maybe, just maybe he'll get lucky. There's only one person he knows won't take advantage. He's read enough of the assessments and information on file and even slipped into his mind a few times. A man who's certainly capable and more than willing to do many terrible things, but rape isn't one of them — as long as he can keep his wits about him.

He waits.

And waits.

And…

The communicator on the door beeps; his breath catches in his throat. There's a pause and he sobs when he hears the General's voice. Someone must be looking down on him. He reaches out for the door, to the voice, but he has no way of opening it.

Eventually the door opens to reveal, hopefully, his saviour.

Well, shit.

That's currently the only thing that his mind will supply when Hux sees Kylo Ren in a heap on the floor. His eyes flit over his body, his pale stomach, the shine of sweat on his skin. The sweet scent that saturates the air almost makes it hard to breathe. Never has he smelt anything so intoxicating.

Hunting through his memories, there is nothing about Kylo Ren being an Omega. Of all things, an Omega, it doesn't make sense. In such a high ranking position, he would have been informed and it's certainly something he wouldn't forget. Unable to remember the last time he was around an Omega — the Order rarely hire them to prevent exactly this — he has a hard time focusing, remaining in control. But it's vital he does, that he does know.

Closing — and deadlocking — the door behind him, he steps forward on shaky legs. Cautiously he drops to one knee beside Kylo, his fingers trembling as he cups Kylo's cheek with his palm.

Kylo lets out a shuddering breath; the touch quells the blood raging through his veins to some degree. Nuzzling into the hand, he grips onto Hux's wrist as if his life depends on it. Fingers runs through his hair, and his eyes flutter until they close. He accepts the peace Hux has brought his mind.

The voice filters into the tranquil blankness and he looks up, Hux is angelic with the artificial light coiling around his figure. Must be a dream, a trick as his mind fragments. But he's solid when slipping an arm under him to sit him up. His muscles complain after their time on the cold metal.

Gravitating towards him, Kylo buries into Hux's chest; he can hear his strong, but fast, heart beating against his rib cage. Arms wrap him in a close embrace and more tears fall from his eyes, though less in sorrow, more in pure elation. He can breathe, he can think, and he accept how natural this feels.

Hux holds the taller, older man to his breast whilst he weeps; an hour ago he would have mocked Kylo for these tears but all he wants to do now is comfort him. No impulse to claim or to fuck, there is only the overwhelming urge to protect him, to stop the pain and the torture. He's never felt like this before in the presence of an Omega, in heat or otherwise.

He needs to make Kylo comfortable, that's his first priority. It's hardly comfy on the floor and his skin is burning to the touch. Slipping one arm under his knees and the other still securely behind his back, Hux lifts Kylo as he stands. Side-stepping to gain his balance, he carries the Knight through to his bedroom.

Sitting him on the edge of the bed, Hux sets about removing his thick robes. He pulls the right sleeve back down and off his arm and repeats with the left, the tunic easily comes off over his head. Satisfied he won't overheat, he lays Kylo back against the bed, making sure his head is cushioned by the pillows.

As he goes to stand, a hand grips greedily at his arm. With a kiss to the forehead and a promise to only be gone for only a second, Kylo releases him begrudgingly. He rushes into the small kitchen area and runs the cold tap of the sink. Rummaging until he finds a bowl, which he fills it with the water, he then grabs a cloth from a drawer.

The satisfied whimper he receives when he sits back at Kylo's side makes him tingle. He places the bowl on the bedside cabinet and dips the cloth in the water. Wringing it out, he dabs Kylo's forehead, the water cooling his skin.

The cold against the heat feels wonderful, the grimness of his sweat being washed away. Hux continues until he's covered every inch of skin above the belt of his trousers. Once done, Kylo lets the silence fall over them with Hux stroking his hair.

It's becoming obvious that this chaste contact isn't enough. Hux didn't remove his trousers but he can still feel his body reacting to the Alpha's presence. His cock is hard and the wetness of his back entrance is starting to verge on pleasurable.

"Hux," his voice is hoarse, swallowing to soothe his throat, "Hux, you know what I need."

He watches the conflict on Hux's face, glad his presumptions about him were correct. He screws his eyes shut, shaking his head, "But you are not thinking straight."

"This is the clearest my mind has been since this started. I need you." His eyes are wide with an innocence that should be impossible for a man who has done the terrible things he has. But all Hux can see is Kylo, the true Kylo, his soul shines through his eyes with such clarity, "I want you."

His resolves breaks and he kisses Kylo solidly on the lips. He's never tasted anything so good.

So it's just hit midnight which means I'm now 21... and the first thing I do as a 21 year old, post Kylux fanfic. Of course!