Ryloth

Author's note: I based the description of Ryloth on Bangkok. The mega-city felt very Star Wars Canon. There is a lot in this chapter from some serious smut to Avin and Hux being that couple that loudly fight on night's out. The song that plays as they enter is a A-Trak remix of Yeah Yeah Yeah's Heads Will Roll, an absolute club classic.

Avin had been waiting since that drunken conversation with Phasma for the night on Ryloth. Phasma and her had struck up a friendship, of sorts, which seemed to suit them both. As Avin was a study of character, it was very clear to her that Phasma's chief focus in life was, well, Phasma. Avin knew if her friendship inconvenienced her in anyway, she would drop Avin like a stone. This suited Avin fine as she just wanted to talk to someone about anything other than interplanetary shipping lanes, data repositories or ore deposits. This friendship and Avin's art was keeping her sane on such a cold ship.

This week she had found a particularly interesting subject - panorama of a hangar bay which she took time in the evening to sketch, feeling frivolous for moving about the ship with her sketch pad and physical paper. She had begun a new sketch of Ren's Command Shuttle today. The shuttle was a daunting looking ship, like a nightmarish bird of prey which fascinated Avin. The black on black was hard to translate to charcoal so she had returned to pencil to detail the sharp lines. She was started on one of the upturned wings when she felt a presence behind her and an all too familiar mechanical rasp.

"What are you doing?" Ren said, inquisitively, looking down at her work.

"Sketching your ship, Lord Ren." She handed him over the half-finished sketch.

"Why?" he said shortly. She thought about it for a second.

"I wanted to draw something beautiful." She said. "Lord Ren." She quickly added on. He took the sketch pad and flipped through her work, pausing on a sketch of their War Counsel with everyone in different states of attention. She had managed to capture the gleam of light off Ren's helmet and Mitaka's slicked back hair.

"Continue." He said brusquely and handed the sketches back to her, carefully. Now self-conscious, she started the same line again. She felt, rather than saw, him sit down beside her. She waited for him to say something to her as she continued on, but the silence just seemed to stretch. Unexpectantly, she didn't mind, welcoming the body heat of another person sitting close, but not too close to her, as she shaded. In her peripheral vision she saw his high shoulders relax just ever so slightly. She forgot about him for a time as she tried to capture the complex lines of the shuttle body and when she finally looked up to show him her progress, he was gone.

Tonight, the senior crew would disembark for Ryloth and Avin was in her chambers getting ready. Her newest sketch of the Command Shuttle was taped to her wall near the mirror she getting ready with. On Naboo a night like this would have involved a group of friends, drinks and loud music just to get ready for the festivities head. On the Finalizer Avin hummed favourite songs to herself as she dressed in her chambers.

The rest of the crew was so deathly pale from space travel, she decided to highlight the difference, rubbing shimmering oil into her dark skin while she applied the first make-up she had put on in months, lining her blue eyes in dark kohl and applying dark red lipstick. A tailor droid that senior members of staff used had been through earlier in the week with unlimited designs. She had chosen tight black pants and a short corset top which skimmed the top of her ribs, all in First Order black, as standard. The corset barely held her breasts, while months of eating starship food and mandatory exercise had flattened her stomach and tightened her waist. Strange to think that such an artificial environment seemed to agree with her. There were other very fun things in the droid's retinue like harnesses and microskirts, but she didn't want to appear too keen to the other officers. Compared to her usual appearance which tended to be the silk flowing robes in Naboo-style or a puritan black uniform, she was on another planet in terms of style. She felt sexy and dangerous tonight, for the first time in a very long time.

At the allotted time she pulled on a black coat and made her way to the shuttle bay to the rest of the senior team. A group of about 12 men, excluding Phasma, Ren and Hux stood by the shuttle entrance. For a group about to go to a pleasure party tailored solely for them, she had never seen a glummer lot. They were also all, with the exception of Phasma, still in uniform. Avin was literally the only person showing skin. She noticed a lot of eye-flicking down to her cleavage from the senior officers and Colonel Gorki in particular kept trying to catch her eye with a winning smile.

"You look fantastic Avin." He said as she sat beside him on the flight and he readjusted his seating so his leg brushed hers. She distinctly remembered him ignoring her throughout every holiday on Phelarion, so this amused rather than flattered her. Still, it had been long enough in her pointless chasing of Hux that she contemplated him. She allowed him to caress the side of her leg subtly while they flew to Ryloth although she had zero interest in engaging with a prissy First Order soldier. She'd had enough of that type for a lifetime.

Making their way down to the planet's surface, their smaller ship docked into an open hangar bay and from the concave window she could see that they were at the top of a very tall building which overlooked a bustling metropolis by a snaking, glowing river. Other skyscrapers jutted out from the sprawling city below in various neon colours. The air was warm and heavy as she left the ship, cooling instantly as they entered the air-conditioned hallway towards their own private party. The lines of the floor were lit in dark red to guide them towards a place that reminded Avin of rave-clubs on Naboo. She could hear the distant beat of music as they walked, a jolting sounding of string riffs over a deep beat. The entrance opened up to a low-ceilinged dark space splashed in reds and blues. There was a long bar and open area with dark plush seating where various sex workers were posed, waiting for the group to arrive. The group split off from each other with such clear intentions she knew they had all been here before many times. Ren stalked off while Hux and a group of other men took a seat in a lower area of the room.

A group of women, Twi'lek and human, were watching this all. She realised as she looked around that there were only women at this establishment. How incredibly unenlightened of the First Order. She didn't mind, sex had always just been sex on Naboo and anything between two (or many) consenting adults was welcomed by all. However, Avin realised as the group smiled at her that these women thought she was also a sex worker rather than a member of the crew. It made sense in a way; she was the only woman outside of the very clearly military Phasma present. They had put their heads together in a familiar way like her and her mother used to do when gossiping at parties, to whisper about the clients.

"The masked one frightens me."

"Don't worry, we have special girls for the kind of things that one likes to do."

The women glanced in her direction and smiled, beckoning her to join them.

"The orange haired one is also strange." A slightly older worker looked at them all, before imparting advice, "Never touch him or you will be severely punished. He only ever wants to look." They all tittered and Avin followed their glances to the spectacularly frowning form of General Hux, looking ridiculous in military uniform, gripping the arms of the chair in his leather gloves as he watched women dance, their hips gyrating languidly in his direction. Avin ignored the vicious spike of jealousy, she was here to chase her own pleasure after all.

After lingering with the gossiping workers, she moved off to wander through the crowd. Many of the crew were at the bar ordering drinks and she contemplated joining them until she spotted a dark corridor. She felt oddly drawn to the red pulsing hallway, as if there was something important she had forgotten just at the edge of memory. The music seemed to heighten as she walked towards it, the female vocalist crying out commands over the strange electronic beat. Glancing around her, she walked towards a set of curtained rooms, the pulsing music continuing here just as loudly. She could hear loud moaning from one of the rooms and peeked around a velvet curtain to see Colonel Gorki being rather violently pegged by a tall woman in a strap-on. Avin pulled away and bit her hand to stop laughing. Smarmy Gorki in his little grey tunic who refused to go onto the beach because 'the sand was dirty' doing that? She was a little impressed. Kink-shaming was not the Naboo way after all. She continued on with a bounce in her step, curious about what else she'd see.

Avin was unsurprised to see Phasma leading a whole retinue of women into a room opposite. Phasma winked at her as she drew the curtain and Avin caught multiple female arms encircling Phasma's waist. If they weren't friends Avin would have been very tempted to watch but the pull to go further in called to her. She was walking towards one of the last rooms which had a solid door rather than curtains. The red lights pulsed around her and the air was warm and faintly scented with oud and other delicious scents.

She opened the door to find a masked figure sitting opposite the door waiting for her. The room was dimly lit by more pulsing red light and the walls had red silk drapes, lending the room a sensual, intense feeling.

"Lord Ren." She said, standing awkwardly in the door.

"Good. You are here." The modulated voice spoke, with that odd inflection.

"You called me here." She said, genuinely impressed. She looked around the room, peering through the red-tinged darkness.

"Yes." He said and gestured for her to come in.

She entered and closed the door, sealing the music away outside. She sat down on a wine-red chaise longue surrounded by silks and various small cushions. On a side table some kind of pipe and various sex toys lay, including a very ornate bottle of what she guessed was lube.

"We have not had much together, have we… Palpatine?"

"No, Lord Ren."

"Kylo. You may call me Kylo Ren... while we are here."

"Ok… Kylo." She said, testing his name on her tongue. She could tell absolutely nothing by his body language. He still just looked like a hulking, faceless figure to her. "Why did you call me here?"

"To reward you." He said, with that same strange lilt she had heard before. She knew he was completely sincere. She decided to play along, considering where she was.

"And… how would you like to reward me Kylo?"

She could hear rustling from the other side of the room and just as she predicted, he had pulled himself out of his trousers.

"I'll let you be my little cumslut tonight." He growled at her, suddenly aggressive. Quickly he stood up and strode over to stand above her. He was stroking one of the largest cocks she had ever seen. She hadn't paid attention to his… assets… the last time they had been alone, as she was so incensed by Hux's engagement. A painful slam of want hit her and she looked at him moving his hand over himself with leather gloves still on. The modulated breathing she had found annoying last time was huskier this time. She sat watching him for a few minutes, not really wanting to do anything but see him touch himself.

"Uh, yes." He hissed; his erection hard as he pulled his cock through his gloves. Without warning he slapped his cock, once, twice, three times. Avin was now painfully aroused. In the dark, red-tinged room all she could hear was his loud panting and the sound of him caressing his large cock.

"Touch yourself now." He choked out and she did so, leaning back on the chaise longue and slipping her hand into her underwear. He continued to pant and slapped his cock, gasping in pleasure every time.

"Would you like to see me Kylo?" she whispered, tracing a finger around her nub.

The panting increased and taking this as a good sign, she peeled her trousers off. She had not bothered with underwear for tonight. She leaned back again and opened her legs to him, rolling her hips in the direction of his cock. Her pussy was pulsing and she could see it was swollen and glistening in the faint red light. He had continued to pull on himself, slapping his cock hard whenever he got too close to the edge. Without warning an orgasm took her violently and she moaned out loud.

"Keep touching yourself, you slut." He commanded, his voice a vicious whisper. She began again and he edged closer, his cock right above her as he moaned and panted.

"Are you going to come in me Kylo?" she said, her head thrown back as she edged closer to a climax again. She had never been this aroused before. The panting increased and it was enough to bring her off again.

"Would you like that, you whore?"

"I want you to come in me. I want to feel your hard dick inside me." She moaned, absolutely lost to sensation. She felt the chaise longue compress as the masked figure placed one knee on it, still pulling on himself until he lined up. "Hux won't come in you, but I will." He growled down at her and slammed into her pussy. As wet as she was, he was still struggling to push inside and she felt him hit her g spot as he bottomed out. His stiff black gloves gripped her hips, a complete contrast to her softly yielding, shimmering thighs wrapping around him.

He set a punishing pace of fucking into her and all she could hear was his loud panting and the wet slap of him thrusting. He moved position slightly and it hit all the right spots. She moaned again and again and gripped onto his arms as she came again, with him joining her after. She felt him squirt hot come in her, his cock pulsing as her pussy contracted around him. He pulled out slowly and leaned down, dipping his gloved finger at her entrance to see his come drip out of her onto the seat.

"Good girl." He whispered, rubbing his finger in the come for a moment and pushing it back into her, before straightening up.

"Tidy yourself up." He said harshly in another mood swing and tucked himself back in, striding out of the room. She lay there, opened wide, trying very hard to process what just happened. She had sex with Ren again. What the fuck was she thinking? She sat up and looked at the mess that was her bottom half. After a few calming breaths she attempted to clean herself up. Well, if she had been sexually pent up before she certainly wasn't now. With legs still wobbly from multiple orgasms she languidly left the room and returned to the main hall, going straight to the bar for a drink. Phasma was there already, looking similarly knackered from her play. Avin gingerly got up on the bar beside her and leaned in slightly.

"This place is great." She whispered and Phasma grinned at her, raising her eyebrows to ask for details.

"I just got fucked so hard I can barely walk." She said and laughed. Without warning, she felt an iron grip on her arm that pulled her off the stool. She turned to look at Hux's completely enraged face. He had clearly heard. He dragged her away from a baffled Phasma through various scantily clad women until they were back at the entrance, a cold grey hallway, close to their shuttle.

"Let go of me!" she shouted as he pulled her with him, but he was surprisingly strong, and she couldn't get out of her grip.

"Stop. I said stop Armitage; how dare you grab me like this!" she shouted at him as they stood alone. She wrenched her arm out of his grip and stood panting at him. He looked absolutely livid, his face red and his teeth bared as he stared at her.

"How dare I? How dare I? How dare you come on to MY ship and sleep with someone else?" he shouted at her, his hands making fists at his side.

"You are mine. You have always been mine. You will always be mine. How dare you be with another man." He said viciously, his voice cracking on the last line and suddenly without warning broke down completely, his anger turning into great wracking sobs.

She had no idea what to do and just stood there, while he sobbed with his head in his hands. The great General of the First Order, one of the most dangerous men in the known galaxy, was crying. His face was scrunched up like the crying physically hurt. It pulled Avin back to the day she lost her parents, the inconsolable grief.

"You were the only good thing I had. The only beautiful thing. My father treated me like a dog, and you were the only thing that kept me going. You are my world. You are my universe." He rattled through hard sobs, snapping at the words like they were physically painful to say. She pulled him further down the corridor so that no one else could hear this breakdown.

"You have a wife, Armitage." She stated bluntly.

"I do NOT have a wife." He hissed, composing himself slightly.

The pause between them drew out excruciatingly long. He finally looked up at her, tears still drying on his gaunt cheeks. He looked so tired and ill, she realised.

"You don't have a wife." She restated. He glared at her.

"And you don't want me to be with another man, ever. Although you have treated me like a stranger for months. Although you barely speak to me on good days. Although you tried very hard to demote me-"

"To protect you!" he hissed, hair falling forward over his eyes.

"Protect me from what Armitage?" she said gently. He glared at her, lips tight. She knew what that meant. He wouldn't answer.

"Never, ever grab me like you grabbed me tonight." She said coldly. "I am not some object you can drag around as you like."

"I should have married you on Port Tarkin. I know that now." He said, as if he hadn't heard her. "If I had married you, no one would dare touch you. Who was it? Was it Gorki? That little shit, I saw him looking at you."

"I'm not having this conversation with you." She said, turning to go back to the party.

"Do you – do you still draw?" he asked, desperately. She stopped and turned back to him. For a moment he looked like the awkward teenager who she climbed a tree to see every Summer. The awkward teenager with too long legs and arms, hiding from the sun on the beach under a large parasol while she sketched him. The young man who sat on a loveseat beside her and gripped her hand while he sweated through his heavy uniform.

"Yes." She snapped and crossed her arms across her chest, suddenly aware of how cold this corridor was. He stepped closer, his eyes glistening grass green after his tears.

"You look so beautiful in our meetings, you know. When you rattle off co-ordinates by rote… I just want to kiss you" he confessed, stepping closer to her again. She did not like where this was going.

"Hux, we need to leave this alone. It's done now. It was childish nonsense-"

"Is that why you slept with someone else, because you think this is done Avin? We are not done until I say we are."

"Why are you doing this Armitage? There is a score of beautiful women in that room who are all trying to sleep with you. Uncomplicated, beautiful women. Why are you doing this to yourself? Why can't you just let me go?"

His mouth had gone into that hard line again and she knew that she had lost him. He was such a stubborn bastard sometimes. He stepped closer and reached out to her to pull her to him, and she side-stepped away.

"No." she said, shaking her head. "Enough." She walked away, going back to the bar.

Phasma was still there and pushed a drink her way. Avin had lost all interest in whatever sexcapades she had originally envisioned tonight and frowned at her drink instead. Phasma stared at her before speaking.

"He doesn't let go of things." Phasma said heavily, as if there was nothing more she didn't want to talk about. Avin snorted and rolled her eyes.

"Gen- Commandant Hux called him a mad dog with a bone… about his… eh… romantic interest."

They both watched him as he stalked back in from the hallway, completely avoiding their attention. She was almost hopeful he would pull a girl into one of the curtained rooms, just so she could have done but he returned to the sitting area with the other group of men. Avin signalled for another round of drinks.

Through some unseen signal the group as a whole decided the night was over two hours later. As they stepped onboard the shuttle and Hux faced away from her she had a sudden realisation. Kylo Ren had known what happened on her graduation night in Naboo, something she, at least, had never told a single soul.