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General Hux was always around even when Kylo didn’t want him to be. First as his rival and co-commander, then as his underling as Supreme Leader.

No matter what humiliation Kylo sent his way, Hux always stood tall. A strong, constant presence in the Force that Kylo never paid attention to. Then Exegol happened and Kylo survived. Hux had too, impossible even after Pryde bragged of his death.

Kylo could still feel the specter of Hux in the back of his mind, a near constant presence that urged him to seek further, to find him.

Until one day it was gone.

Kylo was alone with his tortuous thoughts and quiet solitude, overthinking the feeling that pushed for him to seek the truth of what happened. He had to find Hux again. Not because he cared for the man. Never that. He just needed him back in his head. To help him remain sane.

Months passed and he searched the galaxy. Always failing. Always still so alone.

Until finally there was something. A ripple of familiarity in the Force where it had been so quiet before.

Kylo didn’t know the planet. Didn’t care which one it was anyways. He just had to pull on the string in order to end the stillness.

Hux owed him that.

Hux had, in every sense, survived when he shouldn’t have.

His body was broken at first, tired and desperate for a break that he knew would never come, especially now that he’s found himself on a planet that wasn’t even in his trajectory.

Now, Hux waits anxiously for the one person who found him before those creatures did to settle for bed after another long day.

The man was everything he needed, with skills and experience and patience that Hux hadn’t been prepared for. But he was also unprepared to see how much Mills reminded him of Kylo.

Kylo.

Just thinking about Kylo hurt.

Regret swirled in his chest, wishing he had spent a least one moment to admit things he swore he wasn’t capable of feeling. He hoped that the Knight was somewhere in the galaxy, alive and well. He knew he would never see his handsome face or hear his deep, soothing voice ever again.

But that changed one night.

One night while Hux and Mills were enjoying a rather quiet evening, one where Hux was wrapped around the Commander and slipping his hands underneath his clothing, Hux heard the footsteps that were too heavy, too precise. So familiar to a gait he hadn’t heard in so long…

It wasn’t difficult for Kylo to spot him, not with Hux’s distinctive red hair shining like a beacon in the dirt and trees around them. But surely that can’t be him. Not the form belonging to that halo of hair wrapped sensually around another body. Kylo has searched for so long. The Force is his constant and guide, it would never steer him wrong.

Kylo moved closer, not caring anymore about concealing himself. He has no reason to hide.

His muddy boots stomp through the grass and leaves as he moves closer. It’s not until he’s a few meters away that the auburn-haired man whips his head around at the intruder, pale green eyes wide in surprise.

“Ren?”

It can’t be.

But it is.

“Hux,” Kylo breathes out. His deep voice rusty from disuse.

Hux scrambles to stand but a hand protectively holds him back. Before he knows what’s happening, Mills has his gun trained on the interloper, ready to shoot point blank.

“Wait- “

“Get behind me, Hux,” Mills orders. The gun in his hand is in a death grip, years of training coming to the forefront of his mind despite being relaxed and on the verge of arousal from Hux’s adamant touches from before.

Mills’ priority is protecting Hux, protecting their hidden home. He glances at the perimeter alarms he set the first night he had to spend the night here. He hasn’t heard them go off. Not even once.

“Listen to me, he’s not a threat,” Hux whispers frantically, trying to keep himself calm but seeing Kylo’s very real, very tired face is making him panic. These men, although vastly different in their own right, are very capable protecting the one they deemed worthy with nothing but deadly force.

Not that Hux thinks he was ever worthy to Kylo. He tries to stop himself from thinking that the other man simply tolerated him because he had to.

It doesn’t take but a split second before the gun drops to the ground and Mills is clutching at his throat, a wounded choking sound coming from his mouth.

“Ren! No! Stop!” Hux steps between the two men, his arm lamely reaching out like he has any right to touch the former Supreme Leader.

He knows that cruel, furious look in his eyes. Would recognize it even with that ridiculous mask he used to wear back on the Finalizer. His fine body hairs are standing on end from being in proximity of Kylo’s powers that haven’t changed since that fateful day.

“Ren.”

A plea slips into Hux’s voice. He cannot let Mills die. Not when he’s the only person Hux has been able to rely on.

To have as a…companion.

But even with his end close at hand, Hux cannot even think his true feelings into words.

He breathes in deep and stomps his foot hard into the ground. “Ren! Stop this instant! Now, you ridiculous man!” His command sounds foreign to his own ears. When was the last time he used his General’s voice?

Kylo is stubborn and wants to me ignore his request but he makes the mistake of looking at his face. It hurts to realize that Hux cares for this…this imposter. Cares so much that he’s standing in front of him, protecting him from Kylo. He stops himself just in time. He can’t pretend he’s not satisfied to hear the other man cough and struggle to get air inside his lungs. Hux kneels by his side and touches him, checks him carefully and Kylo wants to hurt this man once again.

“Don’t do that ever again or I’ll- “Hux would never hurt Kylo. But losing Mills is not an option. He cares for him just as much.

“Come in here. You’ll attract them,” Hux says next, eyes darting around to double check their surroundings. As much as he wants to continue arguing and try to figure out how Kylo is even alive, speaking so loudly like this will guarantee a visit from the creatures they so actively avoid on the daily.

As always, Hux brokers no disagreement and helps Mills to his feet and heads into their enclosure. He doesn’t have to look behind him to know Kylo is following. He’s only been in the man’s presence for a few minutes and is already back to being hyper aware of his movements. Once inside Hux rushes to grab the water canteen, instructing the Commander to take some soothing sips.

“Was that necessary?” He whips around and addresses Kylo. The shock of his sudden appearance bleeding into the simmering antagonism that always exists between them.

“Hux,” Kylo says, wanting to protest.

That man had his hands on Hux, on his Hux. Not this man who wore Kylo’s face. HIS! He scoured the galaxy to find Hux. The man is lucky he isn’t dead where he stands.

“Ren, look at me.”

Hux has seen that look on Kylo’s face before and once again he moves to stand protectively in front of the commander. He’s thankful beyond measure that Kylo hadn’t found them in a more compromising position, one that would have made it even more difficult to bring the Knight back within reason.

Kylo does as instructed, unaware that he has been glaring at the prone man with every ounce of hate he can muster. “He looks like me.”

Was he not enough? Why is this one better than him?

Does Hux think of Kylo when they’re together? He hates how much the answers to these questions will hurt regardless of their answer.

Hux scoffs, trying to play off the fact that the two men are nearly identical especially since the scar on Kylo’s face has been healed. “He doesn’t look that much like you.”

Kylo laughs. A horrible, foreign sound coming from him. Something that he hasn’t done in so long that he didn’t remember he could do that. But Hux’s statement is so absurd what else can he do.

“What is he? Did you make a clone?” It’s offensive especially when he was right there the whole time. Why didn’t Hux escape with him?

Hux moves to speak but it’s the Commander who beats him to it.

“Who is he?” Mills’ voice sounds like he’s been chewing on glass. He gets up on shaky feet. “We’re practically twins.”

Mills feels like he knows the answer already, but it doesn’t stop it from hurting. Hux had mentioned a Kylo in passing. That he looked like him but Mills never expected this kind of level of identical.

“Trust me that’s the only thing we have in common.” Kylo has the intense urge to prove himself, to show Hux that he is the superior man. This poor imitation of himself may have his face, but Kylo knows he could make Hux truly happy. The pleasure he could give him…no one else should have the right to give him that.

Mills has the decency to let the comment slide. Instead, he looks to Hux, relief filling his chest as he notices him completely safe and unharmed.

“Are you alright?” Mills asks while Kylo angrily says, “He’s fine.”

Hux can’t help it; he throws an old but clean rag at Kylo’s face. He’s only been around him for five minutes and he’s already considering kicking him out to fend for himself.

Kylo is torn between relief that Hux is back to his old self and anger that Hux is annoyed with him but gentle with his doppelgänger.

“I’m fine. I promise. Just…”

Exasperated. Shocked. Emotional. Tired.  

“I wasn’t expecting to see Ren again.” Ever. He had always hoped the man survived, if only because his traitorous heart couldn’t stand the thought of him being gone.

“Hux. We don’t have time for this.”

Kylo grabs his wrist. Fuck, the bones are so delicate he’s afraid he’ll break them. He’s always been obsessed with Hux’s wrists. Especially now that they’re not covered in gloves with only a flash of skin peeking out beneath his sleeve. “We have to go.”

Kylo tugs him but Hux won’t move. Certainly not when Mills has taken hold of his other hand.

“Go where? You have a working ship?” Mills can’t stop the hopeful tone in his voice as he focuses on that singular bit of information.

Could they get off this planet once and for all? He may actually kiss Kylo for that.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Kylo is almost offended this loser is thinking he’s allowed on his ship. He would never defile his property like that.

“Where did you leave it?” Hux hadn’t heard anything all night long which means Kylo’s ship landed a good way away from their camp. Probably in the open field they actively avoided. He gives Mills a quick glance and he can see that the man has come to the same conclusion.

Explaining the Force right now would be too much of a hassle. Hux simply tells Mills, “He can mask his presence. That’s probably why he wasn’t seen or heard.”

“Seen by what?” Kylo asks, even more annoyed. How dare they talk about him like he’s not here.

There were no other men where he landed. No space port or dock. Just an open field in between the trees near a lake. No one saw him coming. How could they have?

Besides, he’s more powerful than any human would be here or alien for that matter. Certainly stronger than this Commander. He may be a clone but Kylo can feel he’s as force sensitive as a rock. “No one saw me. I made sure of it. My ship is less than two clicks away.”

“Fucking imbecile,” Mills mutters, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling of the cave.

“What did you say?” Did this idiot not get enough when he choked him? He should finish the job.

No sooner does Kylo raise his arm does Hux lean forward to jab him hard in the chest with his finger. “Oww!”

“Do. Not.” Honestly, Hux should just leave him out near his ship to be eaten.

“We can make it back now.” Kylo has the trajectory calculated already. They can rest on the way. Shower and change from these filthy clothes that deserve to be burned. 

And then they can clear the air the way they should have done ages ago. Kylo can finally say all the things he’s been dying to tell Hux since the moment he knew he’d have the chance. Kylo’s musings are cut short as he hears Hux snort.

“You think your ship is still standing? Hux thinks this is the most insane outcome of all this. Leave it to Kylo to have the only way to escape and unknowingly ruin their chances at the same time. Even Mills is snickering.

How dare he? Kylo’s going to enjoy killing him. Slowly.

“Of course it is. I didn’t crash it. You know how capable of a pilot I am.” He even made sure to acquire a ship that would be comfortable enough for them with a real water shower.

Hux should be grateful. Instead, he’s laughing at his expense.

“You landed in a clearing. If it’s a little over one click from here then it’s by the lake. It’s a wonder you survived making it to us at all.” Hux knows Kylo can cloak himself with the Force but it’s still odd he didn’t come across any creatures on the way.

Mills tugs Hux back. Kylo’s grip on his wrist breaks while he’s distracted. Kylo glares when he sees Mills rest a hand possessively on Hux’s slender hip. He shouldn’t be allowed that familiarity. That should be Kylo doing it.

“The creatures have had more than enough time to destroy your ship.”

Kylo doesn’t believe it.

Still refuses to believe it when they begrudgingly take him to the location where his ship used to be. The wreckage is spread across the clearing, obvious claw marks on the metal make Kylo look around and he feels life forms all around them.

Hux feels hope slip away from him once again. They had a chance and now it’s gone. He knows it’s not Kylo’s fault either.

The disappointment must be obvious on his face because Mills is there beside him, his protective hand on his hip once again. “We’ll figure it out again, baby.”

Hux can’t explain why he decides to look at Kylo at that very second, but he does, and he hates the way he wants Kylo to touch him like this is as well. At the same time.

His two protectors on this shitty planet.

“We need to get moving. It’s not safe out here,” Mills says, reluctantly stepping away from Hux’s side to check the perimeter around them. The big ones are easy to spot. It’s the small, quick ones that are tricky. Especially the ones with the sharp claw on their hind feet

Hux looks to Kylo. “Can you feel them? The creatures?”

“Of course I can.” Kylo closes his eyes and reaches out with the force. “There’s a large one just past the tree line, feasting on another. A flock of smaller ones hunting something that is not us. We have a moment. For now.”

He makes sure to level Mills with a look. He and his weapon can’t protect Hux the way he can.

“Good. Let’s see what we can salvage. Kylo, please make sure we stay safe.” Hux doesn’t realize he’s touching his bicep until Kylo’s breath starts. They both look at the point of contact. Have they ever touched where harm wasn’t involved?

Hux drops his hand faster than intended, giving away the fact that it affected him more than he let on. He knows he’s blushing, but he doesn’t have time to scold himself for that when Kylo steps closer to him. It’s Hux’s turn to gasp quietly as he feels the heat coming from Kylo’s body.

“When did you manage to clone me?” Kylo asks as he enjoys their close proximity. He’s never been this close to him and it’s taking every bit of self control not to touch him the way the other man had done so.

“I didn’t.” Hux wants to be angry. How dare he be accused of something he didn’t do. “He’s not you. He hardly looks like you.” Hux is amazed he can lie so blatantly.

Hux’s mind, as always, is tightly shutting out the Forced but he can sense the truth twisted in with his lies. Unraveling the true answer is more appealing than Kylo thought possible. He’s never been a patient man but fuck, Hux has always brought out the petty side in him.

“You created a clone for what? To fuck and order around to do your bidding like a mindless dog? You couldn’t have me so you went for the next best thing?” How did Hux not realize that he could have had Kylo? He would have given him the galaxy even if they hadn’t fought every day.

Hux looks sharply in Mills direction. Thank the stars that the man has gone to look through the wreckage just as Hux had asked “I didn’t create him. He found me when I crash landed here.” He saved Hux who wouldn’t have lasted more than a day.

“Why would I have gone through the trouble to clone you. I don’t even like you at all.”

Hux can’t believe that they’re even having this discussion right here. In the middle of a clearing on a planet with creatures that could eat them whole.

“So, you do fuck him?”

Hux resists lashing out the way he wants to. It wouldn’t end will for Kylo if Hux suddenly raised his voice while Mills was armed and perfectly trained to shot long distances. “Of all the things to latch onto, that’s the one. You’re a child even here.”

It’s a classic insult. Hux almost feels like they’re back on the Finalizer.

“You’re deflecting.” Hux might think Kylo isn’t observant but he didn’t grow up a senator and smuggler’s son without being able to read people without using the Force. “You fuck a man with my face. You don’t even have to close your eyes to pretend it’s me.”

Hux acts before he thinks, pulling the crude carving knife he keeps on his person and presses it against Kylo’s throat. He’s furious with Kylo and angry with himself because it’s partially true.

Kylo laughs. Again. It’s the most he’s laughed in years.

“Is he as good as you thought I would be?” Kylo asks and it’s such a dirty. It’s such an underhanded tactic but he’s angry and wants to make Hux just as enraged.

“Shut. Up.” The way Hux sounds is almost like he’s growling as he presses the knife just a bit harder. Only Kylo could get him to react this way.

“So you do think of me when he fucks you?” Kylo doesn’t have time to laugh for a third time because Hux does something fast, something effortless that makes him land on his knees hard enough to hurt.

And he loves it. This is his Hux. Not the man who belongs to someone else.

Just his.

It doesn’t matter that Kylo could kill Hux with barely a thought. Hux has never been afraid of him like everyone else was. Not even now.

The fire flashing in those green eyes and haughty continence is like coming home. “Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Kylo watches as Hux’s hand shakes, the knife falling unforgotten.

“Hux!” The moment is broken as Mills comes running back, the salvaged items he had found are long unforgotten. “What did you do!?”

He doesn’t need his gun. He yanks Kylo up by the collar of his jacket. Kylo looks emboldened as he smirks at Mills while the man slams him hard against a tree. The painful way Kylo’s head bounces off of it doesn’t deter his sheer glee and Hux feels a lick of unwanted thrill run up his spine. It should be impossible to still feel attracted to him in this moment and yet-

“I didn’t have to do anything. Your master gave me everything I knew already.” Kylo knows he’s won. This clone has nothing on him.

“That’s enough!” Hux knows he’s better than whatever game is being played but he hasn’t been a General in so long that he gives himself the opportunity to be completely unprofessional. Mills does nothing as Hux brings his face close, kissing him hard enough to make the Commander pause for only a second before giving in.

It takes a moment for Kylo to understand what’s happening.

Gone is the hand him into the tree. Instead, Mills’ fingers have curled behind Hux’s neck, digging into the muscles and soft red curls found there. The mouth that had been yelling at him is now slotted against Hux’s plush lips.

The air around them changes. Electrified but Hux barely notices. The Commander has always had a way with his kisses that takes over all of Hux’s senses and neither of them recognizes the danger that they’re in.

Kylo raises a hand, reaching out, snarling. No one will take what’s rightfully his.

A heavy body lifts from the ground, neck snapped unceremoniously and tossed to the side like garbage.

Hux pulls back gasping. His eyes are wide when he sees one of the larger creature’s dead on the ground only feet away. Kylo can feel the way Hux has the decency to feel embarrassed once he’s finished gawking at the enormous beast laying on the ground. The animal is like nothing Kylo has ever seen before and yet, the sight of Hux’s wet and swollen lips still manages to occupy his attention entirely.

Even Mills is entranced as he stares at Kylo’s hands, so similar to his own but still so different. He’s in awe.

“We could definitely use you here.” His voice rips Kylo’s gaze away from Hux and he now understands what the redhead had said about his eyes being so captivating and alluring.

Kylo quirks an eyebrow at the man who probably still has Hux on his lips. Not that he cares nor would be interested in doing anything with the likes of him. The thought scares him for a second because there was no reason to even imagine doing that or worse.

Bodies tangled.

Mouths full of each other.

Kylo looks away, flustered and angry. Selfishly proud that they both know he can protect them better than anyone else.

Mills is in awe.

He doesn’t understand what or how it happened. Those creatures are enormous and weigh at least six thousand kilograms. Kylo hadn’t moved at all except apparently his outstretched hand. It’s a blow to his ego that this guy comes here and establishes himself as the alpha male. He can’t compare to what appears to be supernatural powers.

He’s going to have to talk to Hux about this. And that kiss.

Hux takes in a shaky breath. His adrenaline is spiked due to the fight, the kiss and the fact that Kylo saved his life. Again.

And like the last time, his blood is running hot. Both men, who are most certainly not the same person, are strong and capable. They’re warriors and now with Kylo, they have an even better chance of survival. Hux only wishes he didn’t want them both.

Kylo can almost smell how aroused Hux has become just standing in between them. It’s a truly enticing thing to be aware of. “You used to say I was the one who had obscene desires but now look at you. You’d let us use you if we wanted.”

Mills doesn’t have to be a mind reader to see the way Hux is glaring at Kylo in that same way he does whenever he wants Mills’ hands on him and how Kylo looks like he wants to devour Hux.

Suddenly the cool night air feels stifling. This isn’t how their evening was supposed to go.

“You are filthy.” Hux doesn’t know if he’s saying that with anger or restraint. How dare Kylo imply something so, so…enticing.

“I’m starting to realize that you like having filth in your life.” He looks pointedly at his doppelgänger. Kylo may not know the man outside of them having the same face but he can tell he’s rough around the edges. No stranger to the shadier sides of life. A man who’s not perfect. Who’s made hard decisions and come out on top.

Mills studies Kylo while the other man does the same. He has so many questions he wants answers to. He’s very aware that Ren is a predator as dangerous as the creatures themselves. He wants to get Hux back under the protective barriers of their home base. This man’s sudden appearance isn’t going to change the status quo.

“We can continue this talk after we gather the surviving scraps and go back home.”

Hearing Mills speak in that tone, the one that lets Hux know that the man knows exactly what he’s talking about and why, helps Hux push aside his swirling thoughts. “You’re right, it’s not safe even if you’re here.”

The walk back is amusing.

Kylo can’t help but pout as he’s tasked with carrying supplies using the Force. Mills enjoys being able to walk without the fear of being heard for once. Hux tries his best not to compare and come to the conclusion that these two men are in fact the same. Just the sheer size of them is making him realize how predictable he truly is.

Of course, Kylo would find him alive and in an odd entanglement with his lookalike.

Their home base is suddenly too small for two enormous bodies, but they manage. Kylo immediately notices that there’s only one bed. He impulsively wants to destroy it. Hux begins to rifle through the scavenged things, desperate to have something other than the two men to concentrate on. Kylo’s presence has always been large and overwhelming. The Commander, while known to be silent and stalwart, has always filled the room too. Both of them together are making Hux’s head spin.

They were able to salvage some useful things. Some rations, unbroken electronics that Hux can fiddle with, and even some clothes and blankets. Those he tosses Kylo’s way. The man can make his own bed.

Kylo growls at the implication. There’s no way he’s allowing Hux to curl up by the imposter’s side overnight.

Mills goes to the water purifier and fills a couple of canteens, handing one to Hux. He then brings the other to Kylo. The man did save their lives and looks to be staying around. It’s the least he can do to try to get along with him.

Kylo’s face hardens, not trusting Mills’ intentions but the force tells him there’s nothing insincere about the offer. He takes the bottle without thanks. The man hasn’t earned that yet.

It’s awkward. Worse than awkward as Kylo wordlessly sits right in front of their bed, facing them without shame. It’s not like he can go anywhere else. The room is too small anyway.

“You can’t sit there.” Hux immediately tries to stop whatever petty ideas Kylo has planning as he fluffs the sorry excuse of pillow that belongs to him. Mills is already sitting on their bed, waiting.

“Why? What are you going to do?” Kylo isn’t going to let Hux and his pretty face try to swindle him this time.

“Why does it matter? I don’t want you looking at me.

“He can watch if he wants to be stubborn.” Mills likes the way they both immediately shut up and look at him with surprised faces. He can even imagine a different scenario, one where there’s less talking and no bickering. But Hux looks angry still so he rather not bring that idea up.

“You’re not going to touch him. Ever again,” Kylo growls, this time grabbing Mills by the throat with his flesh and blood hand and not his powers.

The Commander moves just as fast, his hand grasping Kylo’s wrist, twisting it and planting the man face first into the bedding.

Years of military training kicking in automatically. “I don’t think you understand that you don’t have a choice in this.” He may not understand Ren’s abilities but since the choking incident, he’s expecting to be hurt once more. At this point he doesn’t care. Someone needs to put this asshole his place.

Mills is strong. As strong as Kylo is, which would make sense. Kylo winces as his arm is twisted behind his back. He’s angry but also exhilarated. When was the last time he fought without his saber or the Force?

Kylo scrambles and spins, managing to get Mills beneath him while he straddles him. “I don’t need the Force. I’ll enjoy killing you with my bare hands.”

Mills doesn’t plan on going down without a fight and the sound of his fists making contact with the hard, strong muscle on Kylo’s sides is amplified as he repeats his hits over and over again. He can see Kylo wince and he smiles, bucking under him to throw him off.

Hux knows he can’t intervene without potentially getting hurt himself. He watches, helpless as first because before some treacherous, carnal voice in his head tells him to focus on the way their muscles strain and how they sound so indecent as they grunt under the strain.

It’s only when he knows that fists aren’t flying everywhere that he decides to climb up behind Kylo, his forearm pressing on his windpipe painfully. He hears him choke and it’s a lovely sound. “Let go. Now. I won’t hesitate to snap your neck if I have to.”

Kylo doesn’t know if it’s the adrenaline, the way Hux smells like Hux or the fact that he hasn’t been touched in so long that makes him groan but he does and it’s a loud sound even to his ears.

Hux’s traitorous heart (libido) can’t help but wonder if this is what it would be like if Ben Solo and Kylo Ren both existed as separate people instead of inside the same tortured mind. The twins are both so strong and formidable, evenly matched when the Force isn’t involved.

Mills drops his hands to Ren’s hips, fingers automatically flexing against the skin.

It’s an odd thing. The man is wearing his face and most certainly unhinged, but the sound of his moan as he’s gripped hard around the waist isn’t unpleasant Mills wonders if that’s what he sounds like during sex. Do his eyes flutter shut and mouth drop slightly open too?

Kylo feels everything all at once. Hux’s burning desire and Mills’ surprised but equally interested one too. He hates how much he likes it, to be the center of both of their attentions. It doesn’t stop him from being a menace. A well-timed jerk of his hips just as Mills shifted beneath him makes the man hiss and his hands tighten even harder. Kylo likes the way he reacted no matter how strange it is to see his own face look at him like that.

Hux is afraid to move, to breathe even as he watches whatever is going on between them. He’s jealous and shocked at how quickly this turned into…this.

Kylo shifts again and he gets the same result as before. Only this time he’s smirking at Mills. “You’re a pervert. You’d let me use you too, wouldn’t you?”

Mills does his best to shrug from the position he’s in. He’s not ashamed of his body’s healthy reaction to stimuli. Even if it’s odd that his own face and body is the one attached to it.

“It’s funny how you think you’d be the one using me, Supreme Leader.” The honorific is dripping with disdain. Mills has heard all about how Ren treated Hux and he draws back to all those stories.

Hux is breathless. His arm still braced against Kylo’s throat where he can feel him swallow deeply. This is like a holoporn he watched ages ago. Maybe he’ll wake up safely in his bed on The Finalizer after all.

Kylo wants to lash out for the mockery Mills is making of his old title but it’s difficult to bring forth anger while his entire body buzzes with something much stronger.

“You wouldn’t be able to handle me,” He manages to spit out. He ignores the way he sounds so breathless and wanton. He expects Mills to react in kind, to say something worse than before but Hux’s arm reminds him of how much of a disadvantage he’s in.

“You’re such a brat. It would be so easy for him to put you in your place.” Hux doesn’t even need to yell. His words slip into Kylo’s ear so easily, so softly and yet dripping with a threat he knows is anything but painful.

Kylo hates the shiver that races up his spine. For how long had he wanted Hux to hold his sharp, hidden knife against his throat him and whisper thinly veiled threats into his ear? His fantasies always ended with the smallest amount of blood spilled before they collapsed into a pile of lips and teeth. Tearing each other apart while bringing forth mind blowing pleasure.

He’s so close. If only the interloper wasn’t here…

It doesn’t matter, take him too, the dark voice in the back of his head whispers.

“I could stop him with a thought. Have you forgotten that, General?” Yet, Kylo hasn’t done a damn thing to the man since he gained the advantage and put him beneath him. Instead, he’s grinding, antagonizing, putting it off.

Mills doesn’t know how they managed to get to this point, but he can’t deny that it feels fucking great. He’s unaware if having a heavy, strong body above him is the reason or because that strong body is so similar to his own. He’s never considered himself to be vain but seeing the carbon copy of himself in such a vulnerable position in front of Hux is making him consider so many things.

“He likes this, you know. Does that make you jealous? That I can make him just as hard as you do.” Kylo keeps eye contact with Hux as he grinds even harder, fighting the urge to show how much he loves this as well. It doesn’t help that he can imagine what the cock underneath him looks like, what it would feel like in his grip.

Fuck. There’s no coming back from this.

Something inside him has awakened. The darkness is singing out to him. There had been a moment on Exegol that he considered turning back to the light. Fortunately, he had seen the error in that mindset. How could he have ever given this up?

Kylo buries his hand into the thick red hair he’s always desired and kisses Hux without warning because suddenly he has to know.

Hux has seen things he never thought he would on this forsaken planet, and yet the feeling of Kylo’s tongue taking what he wants was terrifying. Not because he thought Kylo would hurt him. It was because Hux knew he would want more. A taste would never be enough.

Hand still gripping Kylo’s hair, Hux moves his hand up to clutch at his jaw hard enough to dent the skin there. He gives Kylo as good as he’s getting, moaning into his mouth whenever their teeth clash painfully. He whispers something about Kylo being an annoying fucker before sealing their mouths together again, lips slick and swollen already.

Mills watches and he’s never seen anything more alluring. That is until Hux opens his eyes while actively kissing Kylo, making sure Mills is paying close attention.

And he is.

So much that he can’t help reaching up to touch their lips, gentle but profound enough to make both of them respond with pathetic little sounds.

A planet full of dinosaurs and this is what will be the death of him, he’s sure of it.

Hux can now say for certain that despite looking identical, the two men are as different as they can be. The Commander kisses with his whole body, mind and soul. Offering himself and all that he has. Making promises for the future and pleasures to come. Kylo tastes like darkness and power with a deep passion that feels dangerous. One that leaves him feeling possessed.

Both are addicting and leave Hux’s head spinning. He reaches his hand out, grabbing beseechingly towards Mills. Kylo’s presence is overwhelming and Hux feels like he’s drowning. He needs the other man to pull him to shore.

Mills doesn’t hesitate, scrambling to kneel at Hux’s side. He takes Hux’s chin, diverting his to attention to him and dives in for his turn. He won’t let Hux forget that he saved him and was here first.

Kylo has never focused on something so hard his entire life.

Yes, his teachings with Snoke required his attention, but this was the only moment where he was willing to give it without a fight.

It was beautiful seeing Hux kiss, those normally glaring eyes closed as he enjoyed the attention he was given. But there was a different feeling in his chest seeing someone who looks like him kiss Hux. He didn’t let the obvious familiarity between them hurt. It was notable in the way they knew how to move, how to read each other as they swayed against the other to get closer, kiss deeper. Mills made Hux look so small and Kylo liked that.

Huge hands made their way up Hux’s slim body, big hands that squeezed rhythmically the harder Hux kissed him. Kylo could tell Mills was just as eager as he was. It’s almost an out of body experience, watching the man who’s identical to him kissing Hux. Kylo wonders if this is how he looked when Mills watched them earlier. It shouldn’t be as appealing a thought as it is. It should be unsettling, unnatural and just flat out wrong.

He crawls up behind Hux, pressing his chest against the man’s thin back. He’ll let the two of them continue. As it is, the sounds they make are captivating. He had only dreamed about kissing and touching Hux. Now that he has the opportunity it’s better than he could have imagined. There’s no anger, no hate. No way to blame a lapse of judgement in the eventual aftermath.

He presses his lips to the base of Hux’s neck. The soft red hair tickling his nose. He reaches around and slides his hands up Hux’s chest. Stopping only to palm the tiny swell of his pecs.

Hux gasps at the touch and Mills feels himself melt at how gorgeous he sounds making that noise. They’re so close that Mills can feel every little puff of air as Hux is being teased.

“You like that so much, don’t you? Arch a bit for me, that’s it.” Hux obeys instantly and it makes Mills even happier to see that he’s still such an obedient boy. He isn’t afraid to kiss and suck on his collarbone and trace even lower until his lips close over Kylo’s fingers.

They freeze for just a second, suddenly very aware of the other despite having Hux in the middle. It’s odd watching a face so similar, to see the same expressions mirrored on each other’s faces. The only difference is the way Mills curses quietly before catching Kylo off guard when he surges forward. The kiss is uncoordinated, but the message is clear.

Kylo gasps. Completely unexpecting the kiss.

It’s not unpleasant. He knew objectively that his lips were full and soft, Ren Prime had told him that enough times in much more vulgar terms. But now that he’s on the receiving end of them, he can truly appreciate them for what they are and they’re magnificent.

Mills is similarly entranced even if he isn’t as introspective at the moment. He has his hands full of Hux and a mouthful of Ren. This is not how he expected his day to go.

Hux allows them the moment to fully explore each other and he isn’t selfish about it. Why would he be when they look so lovely together?

But he’s still the kind of person who will boss and direct the moment to his favor as he urges them to kiss deeper, to bite harder because surely if Mills likes that then so will Kylo. He looks down at them and proceeds to run his hands over their faces, smoothing their hair out of the way, holding them close as they begin to make the sweetest sounds.

Hux has never felt so overwhelmed but he can’t look away.

Kylo pulls away from the softness of Mills’ lips and turns back to taste Hux. He doesn’t want the man to feel neglected.

Mills instantly misses the heat of Kylo’s kiss but watching Hux being devoured by the other man is intoxicating. With Kylo looking exactly like him, it’s as if he’s engaged in the kiss himself.

Hux is impatient and selfish. He kisses Kylo with a violent passion. One that has been building since the moment he first set foot on the Finalizer. His fingers grip that long, thick hair and pull harshly, earning him a filthy moan.

“You don’t know,” Hux’s words are muffled, his lips still pressed against Kylo’s, “how much I wanted this.” Kylo deserved to know just how much he had craved him before.

The number of times he caught himself staring at the Knight with uncontrollable longing that almost angered him to feel such a carnal desire. He pours that longing into their kiss and into the harsh tugs of hair that only makes Kylo whimper and mewl because this is what he wanted all along as well.

And Mills is enjoying everything about this. He knew about Hux’s longing. Knew how the opportunity slipped through his fingers and was once lost forever. But as he kisses Hux’s chest and gently nips at his shoulder, he can’t help but feel like there was a reason as to why they all found each other.

Mills manages to remove Hux and Kylo’s shirts when they take a moment to catch their breaths. Hux is still pale but more filled out than how reed thin he was when he first landed. Mills made sure to keep him fed despite this dangerous land.

Kylo, however, is insanely built, thicker around the waist than he himself is. Not because of a difference in genetics, just a difference in lifestyle. Mills had always been proud of his own physique. Now he can admire the swell of his well-defined pecs because they’re on someone else.

The Commander pushes forward, kissing Kylo fiercely with a bit of a bite. He’s rewarded with a grunt and teeth biting into his own lip in retaliation. Even in the throes of passion, they’re still fighting to be the dominant one. Mills fights dirty though and cups Kylo’s chest, squeezing and pressing them together as he would if they were breasts.

“You fucker.” Kylo is even more aroused by such a gesture. He feels shame pool in his groin because Mills does it again, squeezing tighter as he bites his lip and Kylo is defenseless. He moans even louder, and he’s surprised. He never knew he could make such a wrecked sound.

Hux wants nothing more than to taste them. To make their aggressive mouths falter and gasp while their handsome faces contort with need for him. Undoing the fastenings to their pants is surprisingly easy when he dips down to lay between their kneeling bodies. He’s panting like an animal and he knows it’s completely unbecoming but it’s worth it when he gets Kylo in his mouth while his hands touch Mills’ own obvious arousal in his tight grip. It’s absolutely heaven and he’s not embarrassed about enjoying them so shamelessly.

Kylo practically roars. The sound ripped out of him in inhuman and guttural. He had some expectations on how this night would go but Hux’s hot, wet, talented mouth on his dick is a welcome shock. How many times had he imagined this? Especially when he would sit on his throne and picture Hux kneeling before him to pleasure the supreme leader of the galaxy? The reality is so much better even in this dark, remote cave.

Hux can feel the weight of Kylo on his tongue. It’s familiar. Matching the one he has in his hand that he strokes perfectly for Mills.

While unfamiliar with what Kylo likes, he knows how Mills likes to be sucked off. It’s muscle memory and instinct that has him using his mouth and tongue the way he knows that brings the best reactions from the Commander. Maybe Kylo will be the same.

Mills can’t help but laugh as Kylo crumbles before him. He’s not that confident brute from before. Now, he’s a trembling mess, one who has to clutch into Mills to avoid falling over and crushing the man giving him the best pleasure he’s ever felt.

“He’s so good, isn’t he?” Mills knows it’s cruel to add fuel to the fire already consuming Kylo but it’s worth seeing him even more overwhelmed because his voice is deep and teasing against his temple. “Be good and let him do whatever he wants. He always gets his way anyway.”

There’s something so good about Mills talking about him like he’s not here. But Hux reminds him that he is as he tightens his grip around him. A reminder of who is truly in control.

Hux has been called quite a few derogatory names due to his supposed skills with his mouth by men who never had the pleasure but every single one of them are true. There are few things he enjoys more than taking someone bigger and stronger than then and bringing them to their figurative knees. Much like he’s doing to Kylo now, judging by the reaction he’s having. His whimpers and moans are music to his ears. As is the way Mills is thrusting forcefully in his hand.

He wasn’t a General for nothing. Multitasking isn’t just an art for running an army.

“Fuck, Hux. Your mouth,” Kylo babbles. He sounds so weak and young even to his own ears. They could have been doing this for years. They should have been doing this.

Why were they so stubborn?

Why did they listen to Snoke?

Mills takes pity and distracts Kylo from coming too soon with a kiss. He holds his chin in place a little too tight because he’s already figured Kylo enjoys the pain. “This is how he thanked me that first night when I saved him. The best head I’ve ever had.”

“What?” Kylo asks and he’s so glassy eyed, Mills feels a bit foolish thinking he’s so cute like this. Definitely beats the glaring, combative man from before.

“You heard me. Just dropped down to knees right over there,” Mills gestured and Kylo turned, expecting the memory of the event to appear before his eyes. “I fucked his mouth so good. You can do the same thing right now, you know? Don’t be afraid to.”

It’s Hux’s turn to groan as he keeps a steady rhythm with his mouth and hands going. Hearing Mills speak so filthy does it for him, especially considering he’s so quiet and capable every other time. So calm and levelheaded in a way that counters how he’s so feral when fucking.

Hux has no time to contemplate this further, not when Kylo suddenly thrusts hard into his mouth. He’s ready to scold him but he sees the way Mills is guiding the other man’s hips and directing his every move and suddenly Hux forgets what he was going to argue about.

Mills gives Hux a wink and wicked smile. The red head never looked better than he did when choking on cock. He’d be jealous of the pleasure Kylo is taking but he knows he’ll be in the receiving end soon enough. Hux’s sexual appetite is unmatched. Mills doesn’t know if it’s part of whatever alien blood he has or if he’s just that hungry for cock.

Either way, he benefits from it which is fine by him. Mills used to have an addiction to opioids. Now he’s addicted to Hux.

The pleasure is sweeping. The Force singing out and surrounding them. Wrapping Hux and Mills in its arms and presenting the men to him like the best life day gift. Hux marvels once again at how similar these two are. He can read Kylo so well and it’s obvious that he has to slow down before it’s too late. His face is a mess of drool and precome, and he doesn’t bother cleaning it up as he turns to give Mills the same treatment. It’s not punishment for teasing Kylo, he thinks as he swallows him deep enough that it should be impossible, but he manages with just a faint gag.

Kylo feels like he can breathe again but it doesn’t help seeing Hux’s mouth being stuffed full of the other man.  He stares until he’s sure the image will be burned into the back of his eyelids, a sight to see every time he closes his eyes. Mills’ hand makes an appearance as it encases Hux’s neck and Kylo thinks the imagine is finally complete.

Hux knows when they’re finished that his throat will be raw and he’ll have a difficult time speaking. He relishes the opportunity for that to happen. He’s had incredible sexual encounters many times throughout his life, the ones with Mills topping the list, but this has to be the single hottest thing he’s ever participated in. Two identical men with opposing personalities and incredible bodies offered up for his pleasure.

Kylo is tempted to open his mind to the force and connect to the other two men’s psyches. Choosing not to only because he knows experiencing their pleasure would be too overwhelming. Instead, he kisses Mills one last time before settling behind Hux, his big hands on that tiny waist, pulling his pants off before spreading his cheeks.

Hux half laughs, half gasps as he feels Kylo unabashedly begin to do something so filthy it makes his chest flush even more. Red and blotchy as he leans on Mills for support. It has been ages since he’s been eaten out and it only takes couple of quick swipes of Kylo’s tongue to get him moaning and pushing back against that normally insolent mouth.

“Breathe, Hux,” Mills suggests after watching Hux practically hyperventilate under the eager actions of the man behind him. “Look at me and just feel.”

The result is beautiful. Hux’s normally serious face is slack with pleasure, so relaxed that Mills has to hold his face in his hands. It allows him to trace his parted lips, to feel the moans he makes against his fingers. To see his lovely green eyes so blown out and glassy. It’s a sight he’ll see in his mind until the day he dies.

Hux huffs out a laugh, not believing this is actually happening. He looks up at Mills as instructed. Rubbing his cheek into the palm resting there.

“Finally found the perfect use for his obnoxious mouth,” Hux yelps when this earns him a bite on his ass cheek. “G-Get the oil,” He instructs Mills, thanking the stars that Mills was able to find some plants useful for facilitating sex.

“You want it that bad, baby?” Mills kisses Hux’s spit slick and swollen mouth before grabbing what they need. He almost hates the thought of distracting Kylo from his feast but when Hux wants to be filled, there’s no way to refuse.

Kylo lets out an angry grunt when a small pot full of a shiny, oily substance unceremoniously rolls towards his face. He would be angrier if Mills’ wasn’t reaching down to spread Hux for him, urging him to move quickly.

“If you don’t want to go first, I’ll gladly take over, kid.” Mills knows the best way to get Kylo to listen is to insult him. So much like Hux but also very different. “He doesn’t need that much prep by the way. I’ve used his pretty ass every night for weeks.”

Hux suddenly regrets not gagging them. Apparently, both of them have the annoying need to speak far too much when they shouldn’t. But then thick, slick fingers slip inside of him without any resistance or warning and his annoyance slips away just as quickly as he arched his back to get them farther inside.

Kylo sucks in a breath, mesmerized by the sight before him. Hux is open and free in his pleasure, moving with a feline grace that is utterly as beautiful as it is remarkable. He briefly thinks back to the red headed whore he had taken in the cantina bathroom, hoping to help erase thoughts of Hux from his kind. How stupid he was. No one could compare. Now all he can think of doing is possessing the man. Tattooing his presence onto his soul.

“Ren, I swear if you don’t move your fingers, I’ll…” Hux’s threat is cut off with a sharp moan when Kylo does exactly that. And Mills, the bastard holds his hips so he’s powerless to control the depth and rhythm. “You’re both such assholes.”

“Is he normally this mouthy?” Kylo asks and the way his breath ghosts over the curve of Hux’s wonderful backside made the barely visible hair there raise on end.

“Of course. What do you expect from him?” It’s so surreal to have someone who looks like him also know that Hux is a complete bossy brat. He’s beginning to see Kylo as an ally against the menace that is Hux.

“Assholes and inconsiderate, talking about me like I’m not here. I should stop and- “ Hux ends his rant with a curse, a pretty good one that makes Kylo proud and it’s thanks to Kylo sliding his cock into him while his fingers remain inside too.

Hux doesn’t feel like he’s being split apart. Not anymore now that he’s used to the sheer size and girth of Mills’ cock. But the addition of Kylo’s fat fingers have him whimpering into the bedding. “Fucking hell!” They’re the only words Hux can get out before Kylo starts to move and leave him a drooling, babbling mess.

Mills watches, entranced. Kylo looks so big and powerful compared to the slender and graceful lines of Hux. There are no mirrors here so finally he gets to appreciate what he actually looks like when fucking the man. And it’s amazing.

“Hold his hips and lower yours just a little bit, you’ll hit it just right and he’ll sing.” He doesn’t mind giving Kylo pointers. Technically, with them being cut from the same cloth, their pleasure is practically shared.

Maybe in another scenario and time would Kylo ignore the advice given. But he’s stuck on a planet with Hux and his lookalike so there’s no point being a complete brat now. He does as he’s told, thrusting up the way he was instructed, and the result makes his heart sing.

Hux is helpless as he cries out, an utterly overwhelmed sound that tappers away into pitiful little moans as Kylo repeats his actions again and again. He’s begging for more, fumbling over his own words as he encourages Kylo repeatedly. And Mills chooses this moment to kneel before Hux, offering himself to that already drooling mouth.

Hux may be getting pounded within an inch of his life by his former rival and Supreme Leader but he greedily opens his mouth to take Mills’ cock inside. He doesn’t even have to work that hard. Kylo’s thrusts have him choking on it in the most delicious way.

“Fuck. Yes. That’s it, baby. So fucking filthy. You love being stuffed in both holes.” Mills buries a hand into that vibrant red hair and holds on for the ride. He doesn’t even flinch when an identical hand does the same beside his.

Mills admires Kylo like this, when he’s so overwhelmed and focused on giving Hux the ultimate pleasure. He may not know much about him but that doesn’t matter now as they share the most important goal: to make Hux a wrecked mess.

Mills feels his skin tingle even more than before as he begins to fuck Hux’s mouth without care and he should be worried about why it’s happening but he’s too focused on the way Kylo’s chest ripples with the effort he’s putting into his thrusts. He’s loud as well, and Mills is positive his deep groans are responsible for the way his skin feels.

They should be quiet. They have to be quiet. The creatures will hear them. It’s on the tip of Mills tongue to tell Kylo exactly that. But it’s difficult to say a thing when there’s suddenly a tongue in his mouth, kissing him within an inch of his life. Fuck, but can Kylo kiss.

Not for the first time does Mills wish they were on a decent planet with modern conveniences. He’d be filming this so he could jack off during lonely future missions. He’s wanted to video Hux since that first day.

But there won’t be any future missions.

And no other planet.

They’re stuck here probably forever. At least he now has the two of them to distract him.

Hux can’t help but whimper. The twins had grown quiet and when he looked up to see what the distraction was, he was met with the most amazing sight. He taps Mills’ thick thigh twice, their unspoken safe word when things get to be too much. He can’t concentrate and can hardly breathe. He needs a moment to collect himself. These two are going to be the death of him.

Kylo complains with a whine as he loses the feeling of Mills’ tongue against his, and he’s on the verge of complaining out right because he wants more. He needs more.

He reconsiders his own selfish needs as he sees Mills dive down to kiss Hux, giving him chaste little kisses over his flushed and sweaty face while his hands brush his hair out of the way.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Mills asks and his tone was so soft and caring that Kylo was instantly jealous that he wasn’t on the receiving end of his care. Funny considering he was still balls deep inside Hux who was still rocking back against him.

“I can’t-“ Hux couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t be good and not let the pleasure drown him. He wanted to come so badly, but he knew they weren’t even remotely close to being finished. “I want to be good.” He’s not embarrassed to show this side of himself to Kylo. Let him see him like this.

“Fuck.” Mills brushes back his hair, kissing Hux’s temple. “You’re good. So good. Look at you taking us both so well.”

They don’t really go too deep into any scenes, but sex can sometimes get heavy and kinky. And for being a former General of a massive military organization, Hux has a submissive streak that likes to be indulged. Mills looks up at Kylo, hoping the other man understands what’s going on and what’s needed. Hux blossoms under well earned praise.

Kylo bend over, covering Hux’s sweat covered back. “You are a good boy. I’ve wanted this for so long and it’s even better than I imagined.” The words come easily for him because they’re the truth.

It’s one thing to imagine a moment like this, to wonder what it would be like to receive such praise from the person Hux has wanted the most. But to hear Kylo speak those words and find out that he has imagined this for so long makes Hux melt even more. He’s so weak he can only reach back to rest his hands on Kylo’s thighs, encouraging him the only way he can.

He’s so close he can almost taste it. The praise was simply too much to handle in his already weakened state. He doesn’t know if he should let go or hang on for more. He wished they’d tell him because he’s far too useless to even vocalize their names as they keep their steady rhythm going.

Kylo is breathless as he cannot help but feel the contentment rolling off Hux. He is so angry at himself for not recognizing this need to please in Hux. Maybe not in the beginning when they were fielding but at least when he took over the order and had Hux under him. They truly could have ruled the galaxy together. Now they’re on this fucking wreck of a planet with man eating creatures with no way off. He’ll never take Hux for granted again and vows to the force that he will make up for all the lost time.

For now, he presses a kiss between Hux’s shoulder blades and begins to fuck him in earnest again. Giving his general exactly what he wants.

Mills doesn’t mind being excluded for the moment as he kneels in front of them, hand stroking himself slowly to the cacophony of sounds that they’re both making.

The throaty moans Hux makes seems to only edge Kylo on even more as he presses his hand against Hux’s back even harder to get the perfect angle and leverage. His almost brutal thrusts are what Hux needs because Mills can’t remember the last time he was this incoherent.

Hux practically tears at the sheets with his hands and it takes only a couple of more strong thrusts to have him screaming. That is, until Mills presses his hand over his mouth before the sound even managed to escape and give them away.

Mills would give anything to listen to Hux loudly voice his pleasure. Especially as he can feel him convulsing beneath his hand as he comes harshly untouched. But he’d like them to have many more nights like this so thankfully he had the mind to muffle the scream before the creatures heard.

“Fuck, fuck, oh fuck.” Kylo wasn’t expecting the strength with which Hux’s orgasm hits him through the force. His own pleasure suddenly crests and he’s spilling inside Hux’s willing hole. He manages to keep himself from hollering, only because he stuffed his knuckles in his mouth and bit down.

Pulse after pulse of ecstasy washes over him and it goes on for what seems like an eternity. Surely he’s never before come so hard.

Mills shushes them calmly, touching them and kissing them as he listens for any signs that they were heard. It would be easy to hear such a large animal come towards them. But he doesn’t hear anything by the time he’s maneuvered Kylo off of Hux who still remains kneeled before him, whining quietly as the tremors finally begin to subside.

Mills admires the mess Kylo left behind, and again he wishes he could record the way Hux is so pink and covered in come. He’s even harder than before knowing how slick and easy it will be to fuck him.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” A gentle kiss is given as Mills covers him with his body, a heavy weight of comfort.

Kylo can’t find it in himself to mind being pushed aside, though he does miss the contact of his skin against Hux’s flushed skin. Fucking Hux had been everything he’d never known he was missing. He hates that they hadn’t done this before, especially when they could have been alone but despite all that has befallen him, he trusts in the force. Dying and coming back to life because your purpose hadn’t been satisfied leaves a person humbled in that way.

Hux nods his head, still able to arch his back enticingly even after having been so thoroughly used by Kylo. That had been magnificent but he’s ready for the familiarity that the commander can give him and his incredible cock. “Please.”

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Mills croons, watching as he pushes inside with no resistance at all. “Fuck, Ren. You made him nice and wet.”

Kylo shivers at the praise as he turns to watch them. Hux looked wrecked and out of it before but the way Mills slowly rocks into him, his mouth planting soft kisses along Hux’s shoulders and neck with the sweetest familiarity makes Hux come alive again.

“Missed me, didn’t you?” Mills breathed against Hux’s hair, making him moan and move mindlessly beneath him. Kylo might have used his body with such force to make Hux forget his name, but Mills knows how to fuck Hux so well that Mills is the only name he can think of.

If Hux was a cat, he’d be purring. As it is, his back is arching like a feline under Mills’ attentions. Once again, the differences between the identical men are so obvious. Kylo takes and takes, possessive in his fucking, desperate to imprint on his partner. Hux would expect nothing less from the man.

Mills takes him with his whole body not just his cock. Hands and lips touching skin. Chest molded against his back. The contact strengthens the connection, leaving Hux feeling not just wanted but needed too.

“You’re doing so good. You made Ren come so hard. I can feel it inside you,” Mills pants against the shell of Hux’s ear. His praise is filthy. Leaving even Kylo’s spent cock valiantly trying to twitch.

Hux wishes he was on his back to make it easier to kiss the man who saved him in more ways than one. But he takes what he can get as Mills fucks him a possessive sort of tenderness he’s grown to adore.

A yelp is torn from him suddenly, followed by an even more debauched moan as he feels Mills tugging on his hair hard enough to keep his face tilted towards Kylo. “Look at him. He wants you again, I can tell.”

Hux feel like he’s drowning under Kylo’s intense stare, but he can’t look away even if he tried.

“Say his name, baby. Cry out for him.” Mills is right. Kylo does want him again.

After having a taste, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get his fill. It’s no wonder that his doppelgänger said he fucks Hux every night. Kylo knows he’ll be desperate to do the same. The attention of the two dynamic men is heady. Hux’s head is swimming and not just because he came not but a few minutes ago.

“R-Ren.” He follows Mills’ direction like the good soldier that he is. “Kylo. Please.”

The distance from the man is too much. Hux reaches out best he can while being fucked. He’s a greedy thing. He needs Kylo’s touch.

Kylo watches and something dark within him tells him to stay put, to make Hux earn his touch and his kisses. Mills somehow knows as well, if the way he raises himself slightly to drive into Hux with even more force than before, a steady beat that doesn’t falter.

“Please! Kylo!” Hux moans almost too loudly and Kylo can feel his resolve grow weaker with every exhale.

His resolve finally shatters the second Hux reaches for him again, his grabby hands making Kylo crumble like a stone wall that’s been obliterated. He’s what Hux needs and Kylo won’t ignore his needs any longer.

Besides, they’re have plenty of time to explore that reading side anyway.

“Say it again. Call me Kylo,” He demands. For the entirely that they’ve known each other, he’s only been addressed as Ren.

“Kylo,” Hux breathes out reverently. His hand settling to cup his cheek. The one that was once scarred but now smooth.

Mills watches the exchange and kisses the base of Hux’s neck, his shoulder, then turns his head so their lips can meet. He kisses Hux with all the passion he has inside. He reaches for Kylo when they come up for air and proceeds to kiss him too until his pleasure begins to build to a fever pitch. Especially when he watches Hux and Kylo kiss.

“Keep kissing him, fuck.” Mills’ is losing the restraint he had in the beginning, but he’s waited long enough. He’s thrusting so hard into Hux that each time the redhead is jolted away from Kylo’s mouth, making his doppelgänger chase after him with swollen lips. The result is the sloppiest, open mouthed kisses Mills has ever seen.

That alone pushes him over the edge.

He’s growling Hux’s name and roughly tugging on his hair while his other hand strokes him tight and sure until he can feel Hux tense up underneath him. His kisses are soft as he breathes against Hux’s face, watching intently once he’s gained his vision back as Hux whines into Kylo’s mouth.

He feels Hux sag in sheer exhaustion and Mills immediately feels the need to shower him with rightfully earned praise.

“Fuck, Hux. Just…” Mills needs a moment to unscramble his thoughts. Watching the two of them go at it was like viewing a porn while he was performing in one. Holy shit. “That was incredible. You’re incredible, baby. You did so good.”

He kisses the pale freckles on Hux’s shoulders as he pulls out, his cock completely spent. He carefully helps lower Hux to the bedding, avoiding the wet spots.

Hux turns his head, seeking the comfort of Mills’ lips. Whining softly as the kiss. “Thank you,” He mumbles. He’s tired already now that the frenzy of adrenaline and sex has passed.

Kylo feels awkward and jealous. The two other men are so comfortable and close. Where does he even belong?

“C’mere,” Hux slurs, reaching to tug on Kylo’s hand.

Kylo pouts but he obeys, if only to appease the needy creature inside of him that wants what they have as well. Maybe this was only a one-time thing. Maybe they want him to leave and live somewhere else. Maybe they-

“If you don’t stop thinking whatever pointless scenario where you’re not staying with us, I’m going to feed you to those creatures, Kylo.” Hux doesn’t need to have his eyes open to know just how much Kylo is second guessing himself.

Because he knows Kylo more than he liked to admit.

Mills’ gentle snores are instantly heard as he curls up behind Hux, his arms wrapped safely around him like they always did when they slept.

Kylo looks beautiful. Vulnerable as he stares at Hux. “I knew I’d find you.” It was a whisper, but it sounded thunderous in Hux’s ears.

“I knew you would. Deep down. I always knew.” Hux had never believed in anything as strongly as this. Every time he looked up at the stars. Every time he dreamed of Kylo’s face…

Hux knew Kylo would find him.