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Staying hidden from the New Republic was difficult. They spend months of vacations, intergalactic adventures, and a little hard work (basically playing bounty hunters, spice dealers, and repairing some ships) to make money until an X-Wing arrives on whatever planet they are on and ruins the fun. They always run away alone and rarely together, depending on what plan they had on each occasion.
Currently, Kylo has been waiting a month for signs of life from Hux. He wasn't a professional designing devices to transmit encrypted messages across galaxies, so he had to wait for the redhead's call. Sometimes it took too long to communicate and reconnect, and Kylo had a terrible time trying to ignore the fact that everything he did was for the sole purpose of finding Hux.
Kylo doesn't need Hux to survive, and Hux doesn't need Kylo either, but their lives are more interesting with each other in them, falling into a loving relationship that they sometimes find hard to admit to because they feel weird remembering that at some point in their lives they wanted to kill each other. But without the First Order or any other political organization to belong to, their lives were playing hide and seek with the New Republic and enjoying each other's company, sightseeing in strange ecosystems of inhospitable planets, rescuing small and rare animals, among other things.
It all started the first time they separated and the first time they met again, they ran excited and hugged each other until they left the other breathless. They quickly moved away when they realized what they were doing, the small smiles of happiness never leaving their faces, and that escalated to the fifth time they parted and saw each other again, where Kylo ripped Hux's pants to put his cock in after three weeks and two days without seeing him.
This time, Kylo has gone a fucking month without feeling Hux's ass or dick. As soon as he received an encrypted hologram with coordinates to an unknown system, Kylo hadn't even finished showering and dressing in the hostel he was in when he boarded his ship with foam flying out of his hair and the hostel owner yelling at him for exhibitionism.
Hux's recording was short, he only gave the necessary information for Kylo to find him, and Kylo didn't need more, he followed the coordinates correctly and arrived at the system. He didn't know the names of the planets and Hux didn't mention them either, the Force told him that his beloved was on that blue planet with some brown, and that was where he went.
Kylo longed to know how Hux would receive him. They've already done everything from toys, roleplay, the nastiest kinks of them both, threesomes, orgies, sex on top of their enemies' blood, sex in ancient Jedi mass graves, fucking a droid (or the droid fucking them both), among other things. Hux always surprised him with something innovative, Kylo took longer to think of something new, his ideas usually came from what he saw, he was the one who gave ideas of places to fuck, hence they became exhibitionists and went out flying hastily off the planet if they’re discovered.
The last instruction recited by Hux was some coordinates within the planet and "I'll be waiting for you." With all the sexual anxiety in the world, Kylo parked his ship gently and carefully in a farm field, got out of it, and ran towards a country mansion located exactly where the coordinates indicated, he bumped against the door anxiously, but it didn't open. He resisted the urge to knock it down with the Force, but he liked to torture himself with false patience and preferred to gently knock until it finally opened.
"Hux!" Kylo was going to throw himself into his arms until he saw a different Hux, bearded, sweaty, and wearing different clothes than usual: looser, whiter, and dirtier. Long hair was nothing new, Hux had started wearing it that way to supposedly to not look so much like himself in the images on "wanted" posters, in reality, it was because he always wanted to have his hair long.
"Father Garupe? You shaved your beard?-Oh! Please, come in!" Hux stepped aside with a little smile.
Who the fuck is Father Garupe and why does Hux have a beard?
Kylo was frowning heavily, highly confused. His first thought was that maybe it was a new role play, so he would have to let himself get carried away, after all, Kylo liked to play anything after spending his childhood playing alone.
The cold wind blows hard behind him and the house looks very warm inside, cozy, with that palette of orange, brown and beige colors. Kylo steps in and looks around trying to figure out where Hux wants to take this game.
Hux closes the door behind him and they look at each other, up and down. That shy smile doesn't disappear behind the red beard. That's new for Kylo, Hux looks cute, the beard has both orange, red, and gold hair and only his incisors stick out behind it.
"What brings you here?" asks Hux.
Kylo swallows loudly, resisting the urge to say something with a double meaning and pretend his cock hasn't been hard in half an hour.
"You," he doesn't want to beat around the bush, he wants to get Hux under him as soon as possible, but prolonging the foreplay is more exciting for him.
"Me? Do you need something from my field?"
Kylo advances and Hux backs away slowly, his thick lips quivering, hesitating to say anything.
“Bring me a water,” with a simple order he intended to find out if Hux would be the submissive or dominant this time (it was absurd).
"Sure," Hux's brow trembles and he heads for the kitchen.
Kylo follows him at a distance without stopping to look around, it didn't seem like a place where Hux wanted to live, where are the tools invading the floor, and the drawings of ships scattered on the walls? And the rare political books? Kylo is uncomfortable that this doesn't seem like a place where Hux lived, he even feels a little anguished, he wonders if Hux set up all that scenario for the role.
Hux hands him the glass of water and Kylo takes it hesitantly. He hears the footsteps of some four-legged beast behind him and a loud bark nearly makes him pull out his blaster.
There was even a fucking dog since Hux is a cat person!
"What happened, Laska? You never bark at Father Garupe," Hux scratches the dog behind the ears and redirects her out of the kitchen. "Sorry," he tells Kylo.
Laska. Father Garupe. Kylo felt out of place playing an unplanned role play like he wasn't invited to be there. They both had agreed that if they didn't feel comfortable in any of the games they could always finish it without problems, but curiosity consumes Kylo in this new murky environment and he is willing to continue.
"I love hearing your name, could you repeat it for me?" because to live the whole experience they always changed their names. It was already clear to Kylo that he would be Father Garupe and he needed to know what exotic name Hux had invented for himself.
“Konstantin Dmitrievich Levin.”
Kylo can feel the tension in the Force. Hux/ Levin? looks at him with dilated pupils and that particular sparkle in his eyes that Kylo recognizes, it's the desire that Hux professes towards him and it always makes him feel as if a warm hug burns his stomach, chest, and shoulders.
"Are you feeling good?" asks Levin.
“No, I have been waiting too long to see you.”
"I went to church two days ago, what do you mean?"
Two days says the bastard, that month seemed like two fucking years.
“I missed you.”
Levin smiles shyly.
“You feel lonely in the church, or am I wrong?”
"Yes... very lonely," Kylo moves closer to Levin and plays with a thread that hangs from his pants.
"Excuse me?" Levin backs away, avoiding Kylo's fingers.
"You didn't miss me? Say no and I'll leave."
"I-," Levin's eyebrows tremble. "No... Father, I don't know where you're going with this."
“Don't you want me?”
“Father…”
Hux wants to get prudish in front of his daddy Garupe and Kylo is tired of waiting, he pushes him by the Force and presses their lips together.
"Father!" Levin exclaims, shoving him away by the shoulders.
"I notice it in the brightness of your eyes," he pushes the lean, muscular body of the ginger until he is captive against a counter.
“This isn’t good,” Levin says when Kylo is kissing his neck.
“Why not?”
“I can’t do it,” Levin grabs him by the shoulders and tilts his head to the side, evading him and exposing more of his neck in the attempt.
"But you don't want to avoid me either," Kylo knows it. He squeezes his cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look him in the eye.
Levin doesn't protest, staring at Kylo’s lips sadly.
And Kylo kisses him.
He stops Kylo's tongue from slipping any further, pressing his lips and digging his fingers into his shoulders.
“This isn’t good,” he insists when Kylo leaves his lips.
“Why not?”
“Father!”
Kylo doesn't understand, perhaps Father Garupe is literally Levin's father, if so, Hux is getting weird with those role plays.
“We don't have to say anything,” Kylo whispers.
“God is watching us and Kitty is on her way.”
What kitty ? What God is Levin talking about? “Do you think God will say something?” Kylo pushes Levin further against the counter, their crotches brushing against each other.
“ Ah -no-no.”
“Then?” Kylo grabs his waist and catches his lips again.
"Wait!" Levin suddenly pushes him away, strides over to each window, and closes them all, along with the door, which he locks. He heads into the kitchen, cautiously approaching Kylo. "Speak clearly with what you want."
“You, Levin, all of you.”
“My body?”
Kylo steps forward. "I'm willing to take whatever you let me, but I want it all."
Levin nervously combs the stray locks of his hair behind each ear. Kylo notices how tanned his skin is and the sweat glistening from the few rays of sunlight that seeped through the curtain, wondering if Hux had been working in that vast field that whole month he was missing.
Levin looks at him with false naivety through his golden eyelashes, "show me," and he breaks the silence.
Kylo takes two strides and grabs Levin around the waist and back of the neck, bringing their lips together in a hungry kiss. He bites his lips and slides his tongue into his mouth thanks to the small moan Levin lets out. Levin threads his fingers through Kylo's hair and squeezes his shoulder, his tongue can't fight Kylo's, he's wild and Levin tries to fight back, but Kylo pins him with his hand stroking his hair and his other hand digging his fingers under Levin's ribs.
" Father ," Levin groans as Kylo finally leaves his lips and takes over his neck, feeling his teeth graze it and threaten to suck and bite. "Don't leave marks."
Kylo snorts a titter over the spit spread on his flushed neck and pushes Levin until his buttocks hit the counter again.
"You look different, what happened to you?" Levin inquires as Kylo leaves his neck after a couple of small kisses.
"To me?" Hux must be making fun of him, he must know how changed he looks now compared to Kylo who still has the same physical appearance as always. Kylo laughs. "You should see yourself," and he catches his lips.
"Me? Where are his beard and his cassock? This is a new style not only for me, I think for everyone," Levin inspects him from top to bottom.
“You don’t like it?”
Levin gently shakes his head. "It's new, everything... It's not the kind of clothes I usually wear or see you with, I'm surprised by your fashion sense," and looks up to meet his brown eyes, "what changed?"
Those cyan Arkanisian seabed eyes had always been his weakness when he looked at them so close. Too bad they didn't break into each other's personal space more often during wartime, maybe something would have been different.
"Nothing," Kylo thinks. In reality, many things have changed, he never imagined hiding from the New Republic with one of his rivals and then becoming lovers as a result of spending so much time together. He doesn't want to get sentimental saying "I love you", so— "I was bored of who I was." It was partly true.
“You don't like being a priest?”
Kylo tries to process all the information that Levin exposes to him about his role as Father Garupe. So by “Father” Levin meant the priests of a church, oh! Kylo now understands… though not quite. Fucking weird role play that Hux chose, the Force even felt weird around them.
“I like it, but I get very bored at church, you said so.”
Levin shows a little smile. Kylo smiles back and lifts the hem of his shirt beige because of the dirt, prompting him to reach up his arms to take it off.
"No," Levin brushes his hands away, taking them gently.
“Let me see.”
“You want to?” he caresses Kylo's chest.
Kylo exhales in resignation. "Yes," he insists, lifting the hem.
Levin lets him do it. Kylo kneels to kiss his stomach, always soft, with a trail of orange hair running down from his navel to his pubes. Levin keeps the shirt up while he combs Kylo's hair, greasy from shitty hostel shampoos, and because he only washes it properly if Hux puts one of his weird chemical concoctions on it.
Levin takes off his shirt as Kylo ascends, leaving little kisses and licks on every centimeter of skin. He stops when he reaches his chest and widens his eyes in surprise: the wrinkled scar from the shot is no longer there and there is no trace of it.
“What’s wrong?” Levin asks.
The Force is the only method to make large wounds disappear without leaving scars... Kylo thought he knew, apparently, Hux found a method to make the scar disappear and it's amazing.
Kylo runs a finger down his flat chest, flushed and damp with sweat, marveling at the good work of whatever Hux used to remove the scar. It used to be shaped like a neuron and Kylo never found it ugly, he loved to kiss and caress it the same way Hux did with the scar on his face.
He smiles at Levin and kisses him, stroking his back down to his buttocks, where Levin breaks the kiss and takes a moment to resume. The thin fabric of his pants left little to the imagination. Kylo kneaded his cheeks, spread them open, and pressed him against him to get a touch of his erection under his tight pants. Levin gasped at any movement from Kylo, always surprised and returning to the kiss ever more greedy, daring to bite his lips and wrap around his tongue, letting some drool drip from the corner of his mouth.
Kylo slips his hand under his pants and Levin pushes them apart with a little shove, meeting his eyes to muster some confidence.
“Father… I don't know if that will feel good.”
“You will like it.”
Kylo kneads his cheeks, it's comforting to feel that they're still just as smooth and soft as the last time he touched them. He slides his hands out of his pants and pulls a small bottle of lube out of one of his pockets.
"What is that?" Levin asks, fondling Kylo's hard biceps and scrutinizing the little bottle.
"Lube," Kylo spreads a bit on two of his fingers, stows the bottle back in his pocket, and lays eyes on Levin, coaxing him away from the furniture and slipping his hand back into his pants.
Nervously, Levin looks for security in his eyes. Kylo perceives it and hugs his waist as he slides his fingers between his buttocks.
"Be careful," Levin asks, hugging him around the shoulders and burying his face in the inside of his elbow.
Kylo abandons his waist and reaches into his pants to open his buttocks and slide his fingers in easily. Levin threads his fingers through Kylo's hair and strokes it, relaxing as the finger makes its way up to his ass.
"You're so tight," Kylo moves his finger in circles, slowly pulling it in and out. "I wonder if you can take all my cock."
Levin stirs in his arms. "Is that what you want, that we make love?" he interrogates, his breath tickling Kylo's red lips.
Kylo perceives the gleam of lust in Levin's eyes and puts his finger as deep as he can until his knuckles stop him. He responds by taking Levin's mouth again, taking his finger out a bit, and pushing a second one.
A blissful hum comes from Levin's mouth as Kylo plays slow and torturous with his ass.
"Turn over," Kylo orders as he breaks the kiss. His fingers leave his tight ass and Levin turns his back on him. "I'm surprised that you're so tight," he pulls the dirty white pants down until they bunch up at his ankles. Kylo missed having that little white ass in his hands, so smooth and perfect and always ready to be marked. He spanks one of his buttocks so hard that he makes Levin gasp and groan in surprise, a red handprint on his butt.
Silence adorns the room. Kylo must have asked if Levin wanted that, now he repentantly and affectionately rubs the marked buttock, hoping he wouldn't be scolded for being reckless.
"I agree if you want to punish me for this... for sinning," Levin proposes, withdrawn, without taking his eyes off the front, "I think you should... spank me harder... don't you think?"
Of course.
The spanking was unhurried and hard, Levin howled and his cock and balls jerked as his legs trembled in pain each time he received a new spank. Kylo stops only when the tone of his buttocks competes with his red hair, not believing that they were enough spanks.
Levin shudders as Kylo kneels and kisses one of his cheeks, then has him stretching them and licking his hole.
"Father, no!" Levin, thrilled, buries his nails into his palms and instinctively in pursuit of his pleasure rubs his butt against Kylo's face, closing his eyes and opening his mouth at the pleasurable sensation of tongue and fingers opening and wetting him for use later. "That's not hygienic," he hisses, dragging his fingers across the furniture, wanting to grab onto something as he spreads his legs wider and he tangles his fingers in Kylo's mane to push him deeper into him. " My God , forgive us for this."
Kylo has three fingers pumping and expanding his hole. Levin bites his lower lip to keep from moaning loudly at the constant little hits on his prostate.
" More, more , push them more," exhaled Levin.
Kylo stands up and pushes his fingers in further one last time.
“I can't push them anymore. Do you want four fingers or my cock?”
Levin, gaping and resisting orgasm, widens his eyes in surprise and tries to see Kylo's hand out of the corner of his eye.
Kylo, insecure, bites his lips and waits for an answer, appreciating Levin's flushed face.
"Can your penis fit in there?" Levin asks, gently moving and impaling himself on Kylo's large still fingers.
"Of course... you're so tight, with some patience-"
“I don’t know what you expected- ah ,” Levin lets out a moan as he feels the drag of the fingers coming out of his ass.
“Seems like a good welcome.”
Kylo takes out the bottle of lube and puts it on the counter. He ditches his jacket, his jersey, his armored vest, his undershirt, unrolls his belt out of his pants, puts his datapad on the dining room table, and pulls down his pants and boxers just enough to get his cock and balls out.
Kylo bathes his palm in lube and rubs it all over his dick.
“Do it slow… I've never done anything like this before.”
Yeah, sure. Kylo scoffs with a chuckle behind his back. Hux has had cocks so deep inside him that they've given him bulges in his belly. Kylo sometimes thinks that one day he'll be replaced because of his nine-inch cock, an average size on the scale of the cocks Hux has gotten into.
He grazes his entrance by moving his head up and down and pressing gently. His little ass barely gives way and Levin curls his fingers, holding his breath at the pressure.
Kylo is insistent and lazily slides his cock in. Levin sucks in little gasps that make meow-like moans escape from him.
"Wait," Levin whispers and gropes his ass to touch the big cock going through him. "It's... huge," he laughs nervously when he realizes it's only half-buried in his ass.
Kylo sees the worry in his aura, the fear of some fissure. He's sure they're using enough lube that they won't have a problem.
He wraps his arms around Levin's body to relax him and rests his cheek on his shoulder, letting his hair and orange hair cover his face, inhaling the musky scent and savoring the salty skin.
The Force isn't allowed when they have sex unless they've previously agreed to it, but Levin's unease isn't acted out and Kylo is starting to get unsettled, thinking to loosen him up a bit with an inoffensive Force trick.
“Are you fine?”
"Yes," Levin states in a hesitant murmur, the answer cut off as if to add something else that never came, just a syllable lost in the air.
Kylo brushed his ruddy hair to one side and kissed the back of his neck, distracting him from the little massage he began to do on one of his tense shoulders, calming him with the Force.
Levin hums with delight and moves his hips to take some more of Kylo. Kylo lets him take his time until Levin exclaims a curious "oh" as he bumps his cheeks against his groin.
"It feels good... I'm full of you," says Levin, more like a complacent affirmation to himself.
Kylo grabs his hips and surprises him with a small thrust.
" Ah! ... that felt good," those were the words that Levin said to himself to reassure himself. "More?"
Kylo gives little thrusts barely getting his cock out. Levin's body went from tensing to boiling beneath him. Gradually, Kylo made the pounds longer and deeper.
"A little faster and harder," Levin begs between gasps.
Kylo satisfied his needs, carefully, not wanting Levin to tense up again from inadvertently hurting him.
Levin's neglected and abandoned cock wept pre-cum onto his pants bunched at his ankles. Kylo had him stand on his tiptoes to embed himself deeper with his cock.
“ Kriff. ”
Levin's hole was choking his cock, it was so luscious and made the most obscene sloshing sounds Kylo had missed so much, it was music to his ears and he forgot to worry about breaking his ass by clawing at his hips and using him as a sleeve.
“ Oh, God-Father! ”
Levin's thoughts projected into the Force were only about Kylo and the ecstasy his cock produced fucking him hard. Kylo was making Levin see stars, continuously rubbing against his prostate and filling him deeply.
Kylo left his hips to take his neck in a grip firm enough to make him arch.
“Make your daddy Garupe cum.”
“Yes, yes!”
Levin's ass twitches a couple of times, longing to milk Kylo.
But that wouldn't be the end, no, of course not, Kylo felt the need to baptize Hux's new beard…
He comes out of his ass and turns Levin sharply, nearly tripping him over his pants at his ankles.
“Get on your knees.”
“Bless me.”
Kylo pulls his long hair and forces him to his knees. Levin, sleepy-eyed, desperately tries to follow Kylo's orders just by pulling his hair.
"Open your mouth," Kylo jerks his cock in front of his face.
Levin blinks rapidly before closing his eyes, opening his mouth, and sticking out his tongue. Kylo pulls his hair so his tongue doesn't graze his cock.
“Fucking hungry.”
Streams of cum adorn his beard, Kylo avoiding his tongue, until at his last cum he indulges Levin, letting him suck his head and swallowing the rest. Kylo rocked his head, combing his hair tenderly. Levin jerked his hand up and down on his cock, not taking long to come, releasing his orgasm as he rubbed his cheek against Kylo's cock and thigh.
Kylo looked satisfied. He missed him so much, he needs Hux in his life even though he doesn't even know what for or why.
His datapad lights up with static noise and Kylo ignores it. Levin sees through his lashes and Kylo takes the cum in his beard to feed him, pushing his fingers across his lips.
"Ren," the datapad barks. Kylo ignores it, thinking it must be a delayed or missed transmission from Hux. "Ren, you are on the wrong planet."
Levin examines the hologram behind Kylo and looks back at him uncertainly. "What is that?"
“Didn't you send it?”
“No… what is it?”
"Ren, don't ignore me, you know they can track the signal at any time," he is scolded by Hux's hologram.
Kylo looks at him confused. He turns to Levin and points to the hologram.
"Is it a delayed recording?" he asks Levin, who keeps inspecting with a frown at the hologram.
“I honestly don't know what that is, Father.”
"I don't know what problem you have there but from your face it must be something strange, whatever, fix it and come to the neighboring planet —and put on some clothes!—, follow the same coordinates, see you," Hux's hologram moves closer to shut down the transmission.
"Wait!" Kylo looks quickly at Levin and returns to Hux's hologram, "what do you mean?" his neck cracks as he turns his head to land his gaze on Levin and Hux.
Kylo expects some joke or the climax of that role play if it isn't over yet.
"That you were on the wrong planet, I tracked you down when you entered the system and I lost you at some point, but I found you," Hux purses his lips, suppressing a smile and unable to keep his corners from turning up, "come quickly."
"Hux, you are here."
"How? I'm on the next planet, the little red one."
Kylo looks wide-eyed at Levin, but he shows no hint of a joke, still in disbelief at the unknown artifact.
"Who is he? Does he need help?" he asks innocently.
The Force feels strange, makes Kylo dizzy, and wants to throw up.
"Don't mess with me," Kylo accuses Levin with a finger.
"Who are you talking to?" Hux's hologram asks.
"I'm talking to you! Don't mess with me Hux, this is confusing and I don't know what the fuck you want to get out of this joke," he talks to the hologram.
"What joke are you talking about? You were the idiot who crashed on another planet!... look, babe, I don't blame you, I didn't tell you what the name is or what the planet was like because I thought it was obvious, besides I didn't want to be found out in case someone else knew the coordinates."
"Armitage Hux, I just fucked you, you're on your knees in front of me, what the fuck are you talking about!?"
"Armitage Hux?" Levin whispers to himself, "is my name in Portuguese?"
"What the fuck is Portuguese!?" Kylo yells at Levin.
Levin turns his face away with a pout, avoiding him.
"How did you just fuck- Ohhh! Are you with Kostya?"
Levin turns his face quickly, "Yes?-Ah! Father, we have been discovered," he picks up his clothes from the floor and piles them on his crotch and thighs, hastily dressing.
"Who is Kostya!?" he asks the hologram, "are you Kostya?" he asks Levin, "you have a twin?" He turns his head back to the hologram, "oh! That was the fucking joke, very funny, Hux, I'm not going to fuck you for a month."
"No, imbecile! It's my self of this universe. Kostya, Levin, Konstantin, Dmitrievich, I don't know how he told you his name was, but it's me but from this universe. Do you understand!?"
“No!”
"Look-fuck, I'm going to make you sleep outside if they discover this transmission—he is like me, but if I have been born in another context—oh, Kylo, you fucked him," Hux, holographically worried, covers his face and leans back on his holographic couch.
Levin, already dressed, stands in front of the hologram, "I can't let you talk about us like that."
"Hey! you better not know who I am or your civilization will tell you that you're crazy-Kylo, erase his memory, fix that and come over here now!" and the transmission ends.
It was too much, less than ten minutes ago he was happy with Hux and it turns out that Hux is not his Hux, was he a clone? Holographic Hux gave very little information and Kylo is still trying to figure everything out, should he obey the holographic Hux and erase Levin's memory?
"You're not Hux," he states, hoping that Levin will contradict him and confirm that it was a joke.
"No... Father, what was all that? Who was he?"
Levin's uncertainty disturbs the vibes of the Force around him. Kylo looks at him fearfully, as if Levin were a pig before it was turned into a sausage. He squeezes his shoulder and follows his former general Hux's order... in his own way because he still had doubts.
"You had a wet and very very lucid dream where a certain father Garupe fucked you," and Kylo sends him to sleep with a hand on his forehead.
Kylo throws Levin over his shoulder before he hits the floor and lays him down in the first comfortable place he finds inside the house, but not before wiping his face, his ass full of lube and cum, and straightening his clothes.
Not even when he slaughtered entire villages had he felt like this, as if he had committed such a heinous crime.
"Hux, I'm sorry, I thought he was you, really-"
Hux smiles and shakes his head as he pulls him into a needy hug as if Kylo is that little Ben Solo having nightmares again.
"I imagined something like this could happen, but the chances seemed slim to none," Hux rubs his back, reassuring him, "I'm just shocked... out of words."
"Hux," Kylo looks at him with porg eyes.
“What do you think of how I look with a beard and more tan?”
“Pretty.”
"Let's go inside," Hux pushes open the front door to the small house, not with too much furniture and warm tones like Levin's, but without Hux's belongings and it did look like the natural habitat of an Armitage Hux. "I'm very curious about the details if you let me ask you," he pats the place next to him on the couch and Kylo sits up to snuggle into his thighs, waiting for Hux to pamper him with some touch.
"Are you mad?" Kylo inquires, processing what he experienced forty minutes ago on the next planet.
“No, just stunned… you didn’t hurt him, did you?”
"No," Kylo answers, looking at nothing and remembering each scene, looking for glimpses in Levin that would reveal that at no time was he Hux, some detail that Kylo went unnoticed to feel more idiotic that he didn't realize that he wasn't his Hux.
“Was everything consensual?”
"Yes... but he was very nervous, the atmosphere felt hot and heavy."
"Mmm," Hux hums curious, "was he very willing to fuck?"
"Not at first," Kylo rises from Hux's thighs and sits up straight, "he said that God was watching us."
"God?-yeah, well, it makes sense, he follows one of those religions."
"Is there a God that I don't know that might be watching us?" Kylo looks doubtfully at hidden and unknown points of the house.
"I don't know, but I'm really surprised... you fucked a married man," Hux smirks at him, "I was watching him for a few days, learning a bit about his culture and that... a monogamous marriage, you know how? He has a very nice family, a wife, a child, a dog, the old maid... then, you fuck him consensually," he sighs without erasing that foxy grin on his face.
There was some anguish in Kylo because he was an idiot not realizing that that redhead identical to Hux wasn't his Hux and because he had made another man cheat on his wife... although that was not so much his fault. "Am I a homewrecker?"
“Not if you wiped his memory like I told you.”
"No, I wasn't sure about doing it because I didn't know what was going on, I just told him that he had a lucid dream with his daddy Garupe..."
“His daddy Garupe?”
“That's what he called me, do you know who Father Garupe is? By the way.”
Hux puts his hand to his mouth and ponders. "My self from another universe fucked you because he thought YOU, Kylo Ren, were the Kylo Ren of this universe-his Kylo Ren! It means Father Garupe is his Kylo Ren.”
Kylo watches him, sparing himself another stupid question and drowning in uncertainty as to who the fuck the unknown Father Garupe was because Hux seemed to speak only to understand himself.
“Very interesting, do you know what that means, Ren?”
“Speak clearly.”
"That no matter the universe or the place, I'll always want to be with you."
Kylo still didn't understand who Father Garupe was, but he was glad Hux would admit something like that after that strange situation.
Levin wakes up startled, his heart almost pounding out of his chest as he hears Kitty's cheerful voice and Laska's barking fill their home. He sits on the couch and looks around the room, loading the terrain and figuring out if he dreamed what he dreamed or if it really happened.
Kitty walks in, smiles at him, and throws herself into his arms. Levin presses her tight against him, trying to dispel the fear accumulating in his chest and his tear ducts.
"What's wrong?" Kitty brushes the locks of his hair behind his ears.
“I had a bad dream.”
Bad because it seemed real and for a moment Levin thought he had really cheated on Kitty, and bad because he doesn't trust himself after happily fucking the Father from the nearest parish. He tries to reassure himself thinking that if that had really happened, he wouldn't have let Father Garupe touch him like he did in his dream, however, he doesn't want to forget the pleasant way his prostate was abused.
What his dream projected terrified him as a truth he refused to accept.