Chapter Summary: In which Harry leads the First Order on a wild goose chase. (Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Harry/Kylo Ren[Ben Solo])

"He is just sitting there."

"This is a trap, Ren."

"We are still taking him. I do not sense anything," Kylo remarked, peering out through the ship windows. He waited until they landed and docked in the ship port and signaled to the squad of men that had come with them. "Hux, wait here."

"You do not sense anything."

"No, I do not."

Hux sighed and gestured to the ramp that was rolling down. "Fine. It's a trap though."

"Is not. He has evaded me for long enough and it does not look like anything is amiss."

"We need to find the key to the map to Skywalker. This is an unnecessary detour."

"He will help."

Kylo stared at him through his helmet and then stalked off, his cape fluttering behind him. He could feel Hux rolling his eyes behind him but chose not to comment. Hux was a mundane man. Not a Sith. Not a Jedi. Not anything except beneath him. The Force was nudging him towards the man but it was also not saying anything else. Nothing else about the man who had led them halfway across the galaxy, running from them.

The troopers stayed silent behind him as he walked down the loading ramp, their faces hidden underneath the white masks. The citizens of the city stayed well away from them and their ship, not wanting to attract any notice from the First Order and Kylo didn't want to mess with anything else today except to interrogate the man who sat at a cafe across the street. Droids passed them by as Kylo and his troopers walked, men and women walked across the street to avoid them.

The sun was low in the sky on this planet, whatever it was called, and Kylo stalked forward, dropping his hand to the hit of his saber at his waist. He strode across the street, idly watched as the various hovercraft swerved around them, and stopped at the cafe entrance.

The many people who were sitting at the outside tables stopped talking, stopped eating, and froze, glancing up at Kylo Ren and his troopers. Kylo enjoyed the looks of fear spread out across the men and women as he finally turned to look at the man who had enticed him this far.

The man who had no information that the First Order could find except a name. Harry Potter. Origins unknown. Home planet unknown. Species: Human. Age: Unknown. The photo the Order had of him placed him as in his mid thirties, black hair that was always messy, vivid green eyes and a scar on his forehead.

The guy didn't even look up until everyone else had already fled. He just slowly, idly, glanced up at Kylo and looked him over, his green eyes narrowing.

"Took you long enough."

Kylo blinked and straightened, the dark side of the Force cool and icy around him. Snoke's words to him flashed through his mind and he steadied himself. The man's voice was nothing he had ever heard before, something ancient about it and yet Kylo could hear a little bemusement in that tone. "Take him."

The troopers behind him moved almost as one, blasters aiming at Potter as three of them held out cuffs that pulsed with energy.

"You're tall, you know that? Very lanky," Potter remarked as the troopers hauled him up and cuffed him, pulling his arms behind his back. "This is very rude. I was just sipping tea. Could I get it to go? It was a very good cup. Do you lot have any respect for a good cup of tea?"

Kylo stared at the man as his troops led him over to stop in front of him. Potter tilted his head as he looked at Kylo's helmet and something in his gaze made Kylo shiver. It felt like the man could see through his very soul but he knew that wasn't possible.

"That helmet hiding a great big scar? Or did you get a tattoo that you didn't like and now you're hiding it with this? I got a tattoo some 20 years ago but I still like it."

Kylo turned and stalked away, leading the men back onto the ship and gesturing to the pilot to take off. He wanted back on his flagship and wanted the privacy of an interrogation room.

"Okay, so it was a lion and a snake entwined but hey, it was beautiful and Draco did wonderful art back in the good old days."

"The prisoner is still talking."

Kylo's lips twitched in a smirk as he walked through the command deck and the hallway, sparing a glance to the officers at attention. "Anything unusual?"

"He mentioned ghosts and moving staircases."

"Ghosts."

The guards stared at him, hearing something within his modulated voice that made them take a step back from him. "Yes, sir."

"Ghosts don't exist."

"That's what I told him."

Kylo turned and stalked into the cell, staring at the man who had led him on a chase throughout the galaxy. Spotted one minute on one planet and the next day on another, no evidence of the man's ship anywhere. The guy was restrained tightly in the bars, no way to escape and yet… There was nothing but what looked like bemusement in the man's eyes. He was still dressed in light weight clothes and combat boots, a dark green shirt and leggings that curled around his body.

"Do you know why you're here?" Kylo questioned, as he padded forward to stare right into the man's eyes.

Harry Potter looked at him and sighed, his lips twitching up into a small grin. Still confident. "I don't. I thought it was amusing though. Leading you on a wild goose chase."

Kylo blinked, taken aback by the man's words. "You think you led us. You did not. The Force has led me to you and only to you."

"Does that mean we're soulmates? I'm not going to lie here. That prospect scares me for various reasons."

Kylo stared at the man and took a step closer, his arms loose at his sides. "Soulmates. There is no such thing. The Force guided us to your location, you fool. The First Order does not suffer this lightly."

"Suffer what? I was under the impression that I had done no wrong." Potter tilted his head in muted confusion, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Can you take off your mask? I want to know who I'm interrogating."

Kylo inhaled deeply only to splutter. "Who you're interrogating? You are in no position to… I am Kylo Ren."

"Yeah, I know that," Potter said, smirking at him. "Are you wearing one because you're hiding a scar or something? I never would have thought to wear a mask to hide a scar and this one certainly gave me a lot of trouble."

Since no other scars were visible, Kylo figured the man to be talking of the scar on his forehead. He reached out and traced gloved fingers over the raised skin and Potter stared at him idly without comment. It was clearly an old scar and Kylo didn't know what had caused it but he knew enough not to ask. He was the one doing the questioning here, not Potter.

"Does it help you breathe?"

"What are you hiding, Potter?" Kylo asked, withdrawing and reaching out with the Force to touch the man's mind.

"You look young enough though I could be wrong. You could be a sixty year old man or woman under that helmet and cape."

Kylo touched the man's mind and immediately felt his cheeks redden at what he saw. Images flashed through Potter's mind of the man kissing other men, of fucking other men and no matter where he turned, it was all he saw. He fled out of the man's mind just as some… power curled around his helmet and lifted.

Kylo's heart thumped loudly in his chest and he tried to grab onto his helmet only for it to vanish. Vanish. He looked around the cell but he didn't see his helmet anywhere. He turned back to look right into Harry's eyes and watched as the man blinked, licking his lips.

"Fuck. I did not see this coming."

Kylo blinked even as the restraints that held the man shuddered, as a strand of that same power slithered down him. One small length of metal bar thumped down to the floor and he rocked backward, swaying as immense power filled the cell. His knees buckled under the brunt of it and his cock twitched, as his knees hit the ground.

Fingers cupped his chin and turned him to look up at Potter, who stared down at him. "You look gorgeous on your knees like this, Ben Solo."

Kylo twitched at the name and tried to back off only for those fingers to hold tight. He felt something slither over his boots and clamp down, something cold and heavy and… His heart raced and he panicked, reaching down to grab his saber through the Force and-

"Ah, no. Not yet. Not through with you. I'm just here to stall you and your men."

"Stall. You are my prisoner. You cannot-"

Potter's fingers traced up and pressed against his mouth, smoothing a thumb over his lips. Kylo swallowed even as his heart raced loudly in his chest, as heat gathered in his belly at the sensations surrounding him. "I'm not the one restrained now. And… what the fuck kind of name is Kylo Ren anyway?"

Potter removed his fingers and stared into his eyes. Kylo stared back and watched as Potter knelt too, meeting his eyes on level. "What to do with you?"

"Who are you working for?"

"I am possibly working for someone and yet… I might not be. Who knows."

Potter's fingers relaxed enough on his chin that he took a moment to glance at his feet, his eyes widening at the sight. Some part of the metal restraints had turned into liquid metal, still cool to the touch, but sturdy and heavy as they wrapped around his feet like hobbles for a horse.

"My men will come."

"You sure about that? They're scared of you."

Kylo stared into Potter's eyes again, inhaling and exhaling quickly, realizing that Potter had him well and truly caught.

Potter eyed him and then lowered one hand, tracing down his chin to his throat and down, stopping at his chest. Kylo shivered as goosebumps rose up on his skin, grateful enough that he was wearing long sleeves. He couldn't show weakness to Snoke and he couldn't show weakness to anyone else but… His cock was hard now and Kylo had never…

"Slow breaths. I'm not going to hurt you. That's just not my idea of a fun time," Potter remarked, tracing a pattern over Kylo's heart that was slowly driving him mad. "Though… fun times… Did you like what I showed you?"

"What you showed me. You must be Force sensitive."

"I'm not. Consider my power a cousin though, I suppose," Potter said, winking at him. "I show different things to different people when and if someone tries to read my mind. Ben… you're blushing."

"I… I am not. And my name is not Ben Solo. You will be hunted to the ends of the galaxy for this."

Potter shrugged and unclipped Kylo's cape, letting it fall down to the floor with a light thump. "I wonder if anyone ever considered using sex to get someone to be not evil. You want to try?"

Kylo spluttered again and Potter snorted, used his fingers to tip Kylo's chin up and pressed his mouth to his. Heat blossomed in him and he melted almost unconsciously, as Potter slipped a hand around his neck and squeezed lightly. The pressure was nothing Kylo had ever felt before and coupled with the restraints on his feet, he groaned.

Potter deepened the kiss, nipping little bites and licking his way into his mouth even as he used his other hand to undress Kylo. First his tunic and then his leggings and his cock hardened even more as cool air touched his bare skin. His heart pounded away in his chest and he half thought Potter could hear him. Heat and sparks of pleasure overrode his thoughts, as he squirmed on the cold floor of the cell.

Potter grinned at him, eying his cock, and then met his eyes. "You haven't been fucked before, have you?"

Kylo slowly shook his head, unsure if he could trust his voice at this moment. His mouth was dry and his fingers were scrabbling for something to hold onto.

"What have you tried?" Potter questioned, moving something with his hands and then he waved down at Kylo's feet. The restraints slithered back and forth out of his view and then Potter laid a hand on his chest, pushing him down on… his own robes. Kylo moaned at the touch, at the subtle steel within both the man's eyes and tone, even as another touch of metal curled around his own hands and pulled them to the floor. "Hmm? Have you touched your cock idly for pleasure? Or have you been too busy taking over the galaxy?"

Potter peered down at him, encompassing him, and reached down, stroking Kylo's bare chest, tracing circles on his belly. Kylo shivered at the touch and bucked upward only to be held down by the restraints, his cock aching with hardness.

"The First Order will be good for the galaxy," Kylo croaked out. "People need order in their lives."

Potter raised an eyebrow and lowered down to lick a path from his belly up to his nipples, kissing and sucking on one. Kylo shuddered and writhed underneath him, fingers curling into his robes underneath him.

"Shall I take that for a yes, you've been too busy taking over the galaxy? And yet… you've disappointed your parents. Which is saying something really. Han Solo and Leia Organa. I now understand why you wear a mask, sweetheart. Everything else though… I don't understand."

"You... said you do not... work for anyone."

Potter met his eyes and then trailed his hands down, smoothing a path past his waist and traced over Kylo's cock, lightly tracing it with fingernails. Kylo moaned and bucked up, pleasure sparking and nerves lit up and heat licking into him.

"What's your master like then?" Potter asked, sliding back up and flicking his other nipple, rubbing his fingers over it and pinching lightly. Kylo could see the bulge in the other man's leggings and swallowed, having seen enough holovids to know what was coming. He knew he shouldn't be doing this. Should in fact be using the Force to turn the tables and yet...

Kylo yelled out and closed his eyes, pleasure growing in his belly. Sparks fluttered in his body, his toes curling and his cock spurted pre-come.

"I don't work for anyone, Ben," Potter remarked, his voice growing deeper with heated arousal and desire. His pupils were blown and Kylo wondered if his own were like that. Potter's fingers trailed down to his cock again and stroked him, grinning as Kylo panted as if he was overheating. "But you apparently need someone to work for, huh? Someone to keep you in line. Why did you fall anyway?"

"I didn't fall! The galaxy- Fuck!"

Potter grinned and leaned down to lick a hot, sloppy line down his cock and then slid up to swallow up his yell with a kiss. Kylo moaned and flexed his fingers, summoning his saber with the last remnants of awareness. With a loud snap-hiss, his saber glowed to life and Potter just stared at him in amusement. "You sure you want to go out there with all that?"

He gestured to Kylo's aching cock, smirking at him. Kylo glared at him, clutching his red saber in his fingers with a white knuckled grip. Potter slid up and reached his fingers into Kylo's hair, gripping tightly.

Hands pounded on the door to the cell and yells echoed from outside. Hux and his men were trying to get through the door but they couldn't.

"What are you doing?" Kylo said through gritted teeth, wanting to throw his robes over his lower body but he was restrained and his saber couldn't cut through the metal without hurting himself. Echoes of remembered pain shot through him and Snoke made his presence known loudly, grabbing up in the Force and choking him.

You are mine. Pain is your ally, Kylo. Use it and prove your allegiance to me and the First Order.

Potter blinked and then let out what sounded like a growl and reached out, bringing his whole being to bear. Kylo coughed and choked, even as the restraints on his legs and hands disappeared. His saber dropped to the floor with a thunk and he grabbed at the invisible hands on his throat, clawing at them.

Light burst from Potter and a glowing white stag leapt into the cell, ripping through the Force and breaking the connection to Snoke. Kylo gasped as the hands disappeared and he lay there, panting loudly, as he looked up into Potter's eyes.

The white stag stood by Potter's side, pawing at the air as if there was another enemy.

Potter stood there and sighed, spared a glance to Kylo, and then held out a hand. Kylo looked at him, his eyes narrowing. Potter raised an eyebrow, his eyes softening a little. "Ben, what did I say before?"

"My name is not Ben. Ben Solo is dead."

"That isn't what I said. That's what you said. I refuse to call you anything other than Ben."

Kylo stared up at him and then looked to Potter's outstretched hand.

"You said… you wouldn't hurt me."

Potter dipped his head in a nod. Kylo hesitated before stretching out his own hand and letting Potter help him up. Kylo stood there blankly and Potter let out a noise of consideration before bending down to pick something up. His robes curled around him a second later and his saber slipped into his fingers.

"Perhaps we can continue this later," Potter offered, frowning in thought before vanishing on the spot. The white stag vanished too and suddenly the cell was quiet and cold and dark.

AN: This is the "Oh, no, he's hot!" trope, if you guys didn't realize that. Mostly Adam Driver's fault.

So... I was very disappointed in the sequel trilogy and bored by the third movie but the characters were A+++.

I still very much hate what they did to Luke, Leia and Han and everyone else. In the Expanded Universe, which is no longer canon(I guess), Han and Leia did everything they could to save Jacen, who had fallen to the darkside.

Poe, Rey and Finn were done so dirty also.