Ben felt the darkness of his cell pulling at his skin, hugging him – the blackness fully encompassing, almost embracing him like an old friend. He had been trying so hard to stay away from the darkness, but it seemed the Resistance had welcomed him to it. If he had not been accustomed to being alone and surrounded by the feeling of emptiness and it might have started to burden him at this point. Ben knew it would take a lot more than sitting in the dark to unnerve him, he once sound enemies surely had to know that. He had been the ruthless commander of the First Order, leader to the Knights of Ren and the slayer of the Light. If they thought a little bit of darkness was going to bother him, they were dead wrong.
Even through their false kindness, the Resistance was trying to strip him of everything that had made him intimidating. They had even taken away his robes, his unique saber and the metal mask that had branded him the monster of their nightmares. Instead they had fitted him in some bright orange jumpsuit, like he was just any, normal prisoner. Even now his old enemy was trying their best to be covert in their intentions, but Ben knew exactly what they were doing to him; they were removing the comfort of sight from him – a human's most trusted sense. They were trying to deprive him of as many sensory feeling as they could. Sound, touch, vision, smell and taste – they were going to attempt to try and slowly drive him mad.
The only sound in the whole room was his cuffs clinking together, and that was the only sound he'd heard in the long string of hours that he'd been here. The walls were smooth as stone and they felt lukewarm, nothing impressive. The floor beneath his feet didn't feel comfortable and from what he'd noticed the cramped cell was vastly empty.
The First Order was the first to cultivate this technique, making people crave any form of sensory comfort. They had discovered this could even get the most unwilling to talk after a few months or days. If the First Order needed fast answers Kylo had often been called if the interrogators couldn't get a swift response. Back in his early days in the First Order he had been very elated when he was called to the dimly lit interrogation block. The thought of breaking people, pushing them to their limit, making them beg was something he'd found pleasure in. Even now he could feel the flickers of desire to inflict such pain on the people who were holding him captive.
Voluntarily, Ben took a deep breath and reminded himself he wasn't the same man – Kylo Ren had been happy to plague others with suffering, but Ben Solo was different. Even now as he was slowly trying to convince himself he wasn't the same person, that he'd changed, Captain Phasma's dying words still rang in his skull like undying bells.
Well, there is no changing a wicked person, and you were the most wicked of us all. No matter how hard you try to change for these Resistance traitors, you'll always be a monster. Those damn words were haunting him like a phantom. He was determined to prove Phasma wrong, that he could change, that he would change. It was going to be difficult to stop the way he used to think, to stop himself from lashing out, but it was going to happen. He had to change for the sake of his family, for the sake of Rey.
He could already feel his desire to see his family and Rey gushing into his mind. Being on D'Qar for a total of fives minutes before he'd been apprehended hadn't been Ben's idea of a joyful reunion. It had been awkward being reunited with his family, but none the less he had wanted to hug his mother again and talk to her, as well as rejoice in one of Rey's tight embrace.
It hadn't even been more than a day and already the former Dark Lord found himself missing his scavenger. Back on Starkiller Base when they had been fending off the wave of Stormtroopers Ben had been surprised to see Rey have a lightsaber in her hand and more so, he was shocked to see her fighting along side him. All that training he'd invested in her hadn't been for naught – she had been agile, protective and very receptive in her first fight. Watching her being so domineering had filled him with pride as her instructor.
It was odd to think he'd known Rey for over a month now; she had changed him dramatically, made him see how unnecessarily cruel he had become. Ben owed Rey so much, he was certain if he'd stayed with the First Order he would be currently be trying to duel Rey for the Supreme Leader's single opening for a Dark Lord apprentice. The thought of striking her down now made his fists clench. Rey had saved him in every way and being away from her now was driving him insane to say the least.
Even as he sat here locked up, he missed Rey. Her salty, sultry smell, the feeling of her silky skin under his fingertips, the shudders of pleasure that rocked his body when her lips were on his own. He missed her determined brown eyes, her thin lips, sun-kissed skin and her damn near perfect form. Those few nights of passion they had spent together were locked in his memory like permanent glue.
Kylo's memory was focused greatly on their last night together, her straddling his hips as Rey leaned in shyly, plump lips parted slightly as she pressed them to his, deepening the kiss almost immediately as her hands moved to tug at the hem of his night shirt impatiently. In moments, the clothing between them both had been peeled away, revealing her beautiful body to him and even the vivid memory of her naked form was enough to make his heart beat faster and his blood rush to an area below his waist. Rey had been on top of him, kissing him hungrily as her hand came to encircle a very stiff part of his anatomy, squeezing it teasingly before pumping up and down his length. She alternated long smooth strokes with rubbing her fingers over the head, lubricating him with the beads of moisture leaking from the tip.
The memory was causing heat to run through every part of his body now. Back in his bed when she had finally abandoned him with her hand and instead moved to glide up and down his lower abdomen, she had been quite explicit with what tension she had been trying to create, and every curve of Rey's body was etched in his mind.
And by the Maker, Rey was gorgeous. She was definitely the most beautiful woman he'd ever connected with on a physical and spiritual level.
Her tan skin was so smooth, stretched taunt over hard muscle but soft in all the right places, and when she steadied herself with her palms on his chest and lowered herself onto him, his cock was at full attention as he felt himself entering her.
When she began to move atop him, he had been purely in heaven, so lost in the feelings of their bodies working together to achieve this divine level of pleasure. Her lips had been brushing against his and he could feel her hot breath billowing into his mouth every time she moved. The feeling of her tighten around his hard cock was becoming a reality almost as he sat in the dark alone.
Soft sounds of pleasure had escaped her lips as his breathing escalated with her own. Ben had always found the sight of a woman's face contorted in pleasure to be almost as satisfying as his own release. Ben watched Rey's face in pure ecstasy, and Ben felt his stomach tighten as Rey's intimate moans were gently released in the throes of passion. The sounds she had made were stoking a blazing fire within him. She had continued riding him to completion, her firm muscles working as she bounced up and down, breaths coming in erratic pants and moans until Rey finally threw her head back and cried out a moment before he exploded within her and filled her with his seed.
Even now as he sat alone he wished he could relive it, he loved Rey and wanted her so badly. The fires of desire were burning within but he needed to quell it. Ben shook the memories from his mind, what the hell was he thinking about this now? He needed to start plotting a way to deal with his interrogators, for he knew they would be appearing soon. And the worse part was he'd gone and giving himself a raging erection, which he was certain wouldn't be enough to scare his interrogator away. They would probably just note that Kylo Ren was a dirty pervert who liked to give himself boners upon being captured by the enemy.
To distract himself he started to formulate a plan. As being one of the primary interrogators in the First Order Ben had some insight on what would happen – and it was going to be nothing short of grueling. He was certain they wouldn't torture him, the Resistance generally didn't play that dirty if their subject was cooperative. Ben had internally agreed to tell them portions of information in exchange for his freedom.
He knew the Resistance would be looking for a way to inflict another crippling blow to the First Order, and Ben could be the one who who could give it to them, if they complayed to his wishes. And his only wish was to be free so he could help Rey complete her mission to find Luke.
The sound of hushed voices outside his cell caused Ben to perk up. There was someone who was hovering outside his cell. Even with the silence bearing down on him, there was no way he could make out what was being said, but he tried his best.
Kylo's eyes had adjusted to the darkness, so when the door opened and light stabbed him in his retinas he found himself recoiling in pain. He quickly shielded his eyes but the silhouette of his capture was now starting to register in his brain as his eyes readjusted.
The lights within his cell flickered on and once again Ben found himself fighting down an angry hiss as the light threatened to obliterate his vision entirely.
"Kylo Ren, a man I never thought I would have the pleasure to speak with," an unfamiliar voice stated with surprise. "I figured you would always evade us, but I'm sure you can understand my shock when I heard you came here willingly."
As Ben's eyes finally began to coexist with the light again he was surprised to see who was before him. It was a short man with wild and crazy gray hair that was frizzing out in every direction. This man had to be the living embodiment of a mad scientist of some sort, especially the way his eyes held some unstable gleam to them. His arms were tucked behind his back in a regal stance – it was apparent the guy was oozing with confidence. Ben's eyes fluttered to the man's badge and instantly recognized the insignia that was pinned on his chest – he was a major.
"You don't recognize me do you? Hmm, what a shame, I met you when you were simply a kid, Kylo. You were innocent then, it's hard to look at you and see that same, quiet and brilliant boy now."
The Jedi raised his head to look directly into the man's eyes, there was nothing he even remotely recognized about this man. But he could see the confidence in this officer's aging blue irises. Which if this officer was to be interrogating the infamous Kylo Ren, he would need all the strength he could muster. Ben didn't like feeling inferior to this withering being, it made him feel like he was losing control. If acting arrogant was this major's idea of coaxing some answers out of him, the officer was mistaken. So Ben decided to take control of the interrogation.
"Before we go any further I want reassurance for what my information is worth. I'll tell you what you need to know, but I want certain things to be finalized," Ben sounded demanding. He had hoped to not come off as a condescending ass, but it seemed inevitable now.
"You think you are running this interrogation, do you?" The unfamiliar major said in a biting tone.
"Of course I am. I have priceless information, information that would aid the Resistance beyond your belief. You could look very good if you got me to talk, you might even get a promotion for breaking the infamous Kylo Ren. You know this, and if I refuse to talk, well the only ones missing out will be the New Republic. But if you get the Resistance's contractual word that they won't trade me back to the First Order for Resistance hostages, or that I won't be executed, things could look very good for you."
Cold, steely eyes dug into his flesh, this officer was no pushover. He was analyzing the situation, for this major knew he was losing control of the situation. Ben had trapped him into a corner, and now the old man had no choice but comply. "You want it contractually, my word isn't enough for you, kid?"
A smirk played in Ben's face, he had expected this type of question, but as an interrogator this major should have known why. "When I was the head interrogator in the First Order I would verbally promise prisoners all kinds of things in exchange for information, and hardly would I ever follow up on my promises. I wouldn't spare their friends, families, fellow townspeople if they got in my way. But a contract though, now that can't be broken, not without the Resistance looking very untrustworthy."
The older man smiled a little. "You drive a hard bargain, kid. But I guess I shouldn't have expected less from the First Order's top interrogator." The man strikes his scuffs bead as if lost in contemplation. Ben knew the officer had already chosen the path of least resistance.
"Okay, I'll get a contract written up for you." He was about to leave but he stopped in the doorway and turned his just enough for Ben to see the left side of his scruff face. "And kid, General Organa is here to see you."
His mother pushed her way passed the major as he left. Today had been the first time he'd seen his mother in a long time. Like his father her hair had turned a dull tint of gray and she had even shrunk a few inches. Her skin had started to wrinkle; his mother's smiled had seemed more tight than what he remembered. But her eyes still held the glimmer of a loving mother and for that Ben was grateful as she pulled him into her arms.
"Ben," she murmured into his arms, as if that was all she could bear to say. The former Dark Lord felt his mother's heavy breaths in his arms as she clung to him. His heart skipped a beat when his skin became acutely aware of a distinct wetness against his chest. To his shock, he realized his mother was crying into his chest. They were silent tears, but tears none the less.
"My many years of prayers to the Maker have finally come true, you've come home," he heard her say; Leia's voice was raspy. Ben felt as if his heart was being yanked out of his chest and being smothered. Now he was coming face to face with the suffering his absence had inflicted on his mother. He had been selfish and very naive to think his actions would only affect himself.
His mother's tears were enough prove that joining the Dark Side had shaken his mother's faith in him. He'd hurt her in too many ways, killing her friends, coworkers, co-inspirers – Ben was surprised she didn't despise him beyond belief. He could only imagine what it must have been like when she read mission reports involving his destructive actions – it must have been torture of the worst sorts.
Ben wanted to squeeze his mother a little tighter, but his cuffs forced his body to remain ridged. "I wish I could stay, but Grandfather instructed me to bring Rey to Luke, so all three of us could be strong enough to beat Snoke."
Leia looked up at him, her brown eyes wide. "What? You've been conversing with Darth Vader?"
"No, I've been speaking with Anakin Skywalker," he corrected her. "The Jedi Knight that was the hope of the Republic – the Chosen One," he said with a flicker of a smile. "Rey is the Chosen One, and it is my destiny to make sure she destroys Snoke."
His mother untangle herself from his embrace to look him in the eyes. "You are serious about having your sights set on Snoke? I talked to the girl myself, but she's the Chosen One?" It seemed his mother was struggling to absorb all this new information all at once.
"Yes," he confirmed. "Snoke doesn't hold any influence over me anymore. Rey is the only person who hold influence on me now," he admitted sheepishly. He must sound silly, but he wanted to repair any relationship with his mother he needed to be honest with her.
There was a knowing smirk plastered on his mother's face, but she didn't seem bold enough to pursue the topic of Rey. "If you kill Snoke that would be cutting the head off the whole First Order," she said; it sounded as if she was talking more to herself than to him.
"All you have to do is make sure it doesn't sprout another. Hopefully with the information I can provide it will help you complete that goal," Ben told her with hope fluttering in his voice. Hesitantly, he looked at his mother. "Will I ever be allowed to leave D'Qar?"
"You just let us have the information and I'm sure I can negotiate for you to have a temporary lift on your record, enough for you to work on finding Luke and Snoke," she said confidently. "I won't let them keep you locked up if you really have intentions of helping us."
Ben could see bright enthusiasm brimming in General Organa's eyes. He couldn't even remember his mother ever being so happy in his presence – she was almost radiating joy the way Rey did. He couldn't help it, it was as if he felt something was tugging his lips upward, even his mother's smiles were contagious.
It had been a long day, but Ben had finally spilled every detail of the First Order. Their trade routes, their suppliers, who their spies were in the Resistance, where their most valuable bases were located, who most of their founding financial funders were, and even where their most prized ship, the Finalizer, was probably located. He had spared no detail – it had taken him forever to recite everything worth noting. Even now his nerves were fraying from the amount of questions he had laid to rest for them.
In return he'd been granted a temporary release to continue working as a spy under Rey Kenobi – the newly appointed Jedi agent who worked solely for General Organa. Of course his interrogator and the other present officers had reminded Ben that there would be a trial after he had completed his mission of defeating Snoke.
Ben was glad to finally be free of that dark cell, and now his next goal was to find Rey so they could work on a plan to finding Master Luke. According to his mother, they now had all three pieces of the map, which boggled Ben's mind. He'd heard the Resistance didn't have any other pieces of the map except for the piece the droid, BB-8, currently had. It didn't really matter how they got the other pieces, rather that it showed them where Luke was.
Finding Luke was what was currently gnawing away at the former Dark Lord's confidence. He wasn't certain to how his uncle would react to seeing him, even if he wasn't dressed in his old Kylo Ren uniform. Though Anakin had assured him Luke was working hard to find forgiveness in his heart, Ben knew things were bound to be icy between them. Even so, his mission to help Rey find the old Jedi Master was paramount and Ben couldn't let fear cloud his sense of duty.
He was ready for this mission; he'd been fitted in a new brown uniform of soft cloth that was wove over his chest. Thick black leather went over soft brown material, giving him a dark charm almost. He'd been awarded brown robes to match with black leather boots and Ben was again feeling like a true Jedi. Thsee robes were similar to the ones he'd been forced to wear at Luke's Academy, but this time around wearing them felt right, proper, rather than a nuisance.
"You look good in those robes. Those were the type your grandfather wore," his mother commented with a charming smile on her face. "You look like a real Jedi Knight."
Even his father was present now, he had waited until after the interrogation to join them. From the looks of it Han still hadn't changed clothes from their last mission, he was still outfitted in his old smugglers gear. His father was giving him that rugged smirk like he alway did; the type that always made Ben return the favor – he quickly flashed his father his own sideways smirk.
"Your mom's right, those robes fit you, kid," his father agreed.
"I'm right? I didn't think I'd ever hear you say those words," Leia replied mirthfully as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Now go find Rey, she's been in the recovery wing since she basically arrived."
Ben nodded. "Thanks, I'll let you know what we're doing as soon as me and Rey formulate a plan." His parents both smiled at him as they relinquished their invisible hold on him.
Now that he was on release the first thing on his list was to find Rey – from what his parents has said it sound like she'd been spending an abundant amount of time with her healing soldier friend, Finn. For many reasons that didn't sit well with Ben, that damn soldier was smitten with her, but he pushed aside his own jealousy to focus on the mission at hand. General Organa had told him she would be in the medical wing of the base so that's where the former Dark Lord found his feet carrying him.
It wasn't long until he reached what looked like the medical wing. Nurses and doctors were scattered about, bustling through the array of patients that were in need of attendance. The sound of heart monitors, chatter, and metal clanking as curtains and utensils were stirred about. The vast noise was starting to cause the reformed Jedi to get a migraine.
Eyes scanned the crowd for Rey, the Jedi was finding his search unsuccessful. He couldn't seemed to pick up on any particular brunettes that even remotely resembled Rey. But she was here, he could sense it. Instead Ben started to feel her out using the Force, and slowly Ben found himself being drawn to the far back left corner. Nimbly, he dodged his way through the crowd of frantic nurses until he finally made his way to where Rey was. There was a wall of curtain that was blocking his from her and he was about to move it when he stopped.
Ben heard heated mumbling from behind the curtain and for a few intense seconds the Jedi froze. He strained his ears to hear what was being said from behind the confines of the thin cloth. It was silent in there now, which only piqued his curiosity further. If those two were saying anything it was lost to him, unfortunately there was too much background noise to even make out another word, so Ben pushed back the material that was separating them.
He was about to announce his arrival with a witty remark, but his eyes widened in shock at what was transpiring before him. That grubby former Stormtrooper that Rey called a friend was leaning across his cot and kissing Rey right in the lips, and from the looks of it – Rey was allowing him.
[A/N]: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the chapter for it looks like there will be some trouble in paradise, but I really wanted to have the next part from Rey's perspective.
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