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Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandom: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
Relationship: Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux/Kylo Ren
Character: Armitage Hux, Kylo Ren
Additional Tags: Angst, Imprisonment
Stats: Published: 2016-11-02 Words: 1393

One Minute
by solohux

Summary

“He’s not going anywhere,” Kylo barks, growls. He pushes himself up off the bunk,
standing up on his shaky legs. “We stay together. That’s what Organa promised. That
was our agreement.”

Notes

from an angst prompt post on tumblr, where an anonymous asked for Hux being pulled
out of Kylo's arms. I hope you like this!

See the end of the work for more notes

The bunks in the cells of the Resistance base aren’t made for two people to rest on.

In any other situation, Hux would’ve kneed Kylo in his gut to make him move up, to stop hogging
the bed, but in their cold and damp cell, Kylo could devour Hux and he wouldn’t care. His Knight
sleeps restlessly on his right side, face pale and eyelids flickering in the low light filtering in
through the tiny, tinted window as he dreams. Kylo’s skin is glazed with a light spread of sweat,
likely from whatever Force-suppressing drug they’d injected him with upon their capture. Hux lies
on his left side, facing Kylo, sleep remaining elusive to his heavy mind. Their knees entwine, legs
wrapped together, the pressure of Kylo’s heavy limbs resting on him keeping Hux’s
consciousness firmly planted in this grim reality where they’re awaiting judgement from their
enemy, from Ben Solo’s family.
When Kylo had uttered the words ‘you and me against the galaxy, Hux’, Hux had pictured
himself upon a regal throne and dressed in the finest clothes with Kylo standing tall and strong
next to him, glaring down his nose at those who dare stand against him and his faithful Hound.
That vision in his mind quickly dissipates into nothing, erasing the life that he’s so desperately
craved since Kylo had whispered into Hux’s ear that his loyalties lie with his General, and not
with the Supreme Leader, with the man who made him and not the creature who created him.

But the reality that’s consumed them both is the image that’s only had the audacity to creep in his
nightmares; captured and held captive by the Resistance, the First Order in shambles, their death
awaiting on the other side of the iron gates.

Hux sighs, his breath blowing some of Kylo’s hair that cascades over his forehead. He slides his
hand up Kylo’s arm, recalling the first time he’d glided his fingers over the rough robes and all the
way up to cup Kylo’s cheek, to pull him in for their first kiss. Hux cups Kylo’s cheek in the same
manner that he once had, running his ungloved hand over his cheekbone, trying to bring forth the
overwhelming happiness he’d felt the first time he’d done this, but Hux feels nothing but a
looming sense of dread hanging over them both like a thick fog, growing more and more
impenetrable by the second.

Hux knows he would willingly walk headlong into the fog without a second thought if it meant
Kylo escaping with his life.

“Have I ever told you how loud your thoughts are?” Kylo says, cracking one eye open, fidgeting
on their cramped bunk, shuffling closer to Hux.

“On multiple occasions, yes,” Hux replies, meeting Kylo in the middle, their foreheads touching.

The silence between them is suddenly unsettling, thick and loud, both afraid to utter anything that
may only make the situation more difficult.

“Hux,” Kylo whispers, bringing his hand to rest on Hux’s hip. He opens both of his eyes, His
eyes are glazed, distant, as though trying to wake himself up but as he blinks, tears form, realising
that this is their absolute. “I want—. This isn’t what I—. Look. I-I wish—.”

“Me too, Ren.”

Kylo’s lip quivers, his emotion spilling from his dark eyes in hot tears, dampening Hux’s face as
they kiss, deeper and more desperately than they’ve ever kissed before. Hux can feel the longing
on Kylo’s lips, feeling his own lustful craving after every inch of Kylo’s perfect skin, every
shuddering breath that Kylo exhales, every second on every clock for the rest of their lives.

But time isn’t on their side. Ben and Armitage learned this in the hardest of ways, forced to grow
up too quickly to become men filled with self-doubt and an agonising loneliness rooted deep. It’d
likely been no surpise that Kylo and Hux had found comfort in the other’s solitary heart.

The creaking sound of their cell door opening forces their kiss apart, and Hux bolts up, eyes
trained on the door, heart thrumming, fists clenched, ready to claw and brawl his and Kylo’s way
out if he has to. Commander Dameron, Hux recognises, stands in the doorway, the traitorous
Stormtrooper hovering by his side. A gaggle of Resistance officers gather behind them, faceless
and nameless to Hux’s uncaring eyes.

“General Hux,” Dameron says, one hand resting on the blaster on his hip. “Your removal from
this cell has been ordered. General Organa has suggested you have a moment to say goodbye to
Kylo Ren. You…won’t be seeing him again.”
Hux feels Kylo’s hand slip protectively around his waist, pulling him close.

“He’s not going anywhere,” Kylo barks, growls. He pushes himself up off the bunk, standing up
on his shaky legs. “We stay together. That’s what Organa promised. That was our agreement.”

Dameron clears his throat, looking up at the Stormtrooper for a moment.

“There’s been a change of plan. It’s been agreed that the two of you aren’t good together. You’ve
got one minute.”

“No!” Kylo shouts, pushing Hux behind him, though he stumbles as he tries to call the Force to
his fingertips, finding only a void in his mind where his powers once dwelled. “You’re not taking
him. You can’t, she promised!”

Hux feels his core tremble at the ferocity of Kylo’s voice, Force or no Force, there’s still a strong
aura around his Knight’s body, warning threats to keep away.

“Ren,” Hux whispers, moving to stand in front of Kylo, being able to sense how much his Knight
needs to be held by Hux’s hands. “Shh. I’m here.”

“I won’t let them, they can’t, I need you,” Kylo stutters, cheeks stained with tears, holding Hux’s
cheeks in his palms, hands shaking. “Armitage, don’t, don’t go.”

Kylo’s fingers latch onto Hux’s hips, holding him tightly as though his soft fingertips could
prevent the cold grasp of the galaxy’s hands from tearing them apart. Throwing his arms around
Kylo’s neck, Hux feels his restrains slipping away, tears forming in his pale eyes, begging for
something to save them from a fate worse than death: being parted.

“Minute’s up…Take him,” Dameron says, but Hux notes there isn’t a hint of glee in the man’s
tone, no cockiness from being the one to make General Hux cry.

“No!” Kylo shouts, burying his face in Hux’s neck, his grip like a vice around Hux’s waist.

“Ren,” Hux whispers through his sobs which only escalate as he feels coarse and unfamiliar hands
around his arms, pulling him away from Kylo’s warm embrace.

Hux digs his heels into the floor though it’s futile; he’s weak from malnourishment, lack of sleep,
and whatever drug is dominating its way through Kylo’s veins is making the once-unstoppable
knight as shaky as a newborn deer. Hux cries out as his arms are pried away from around Kylo’s
neck, shouting out for Kylo to help him in a desperate tone that he doesn’t recognise. There’s a
sudden darkness in Kylo’s eyes, a mix of heartache and ferocity brewing in his glazed irises, and it
takes four Resistance officers to charge into the cell and hold him back, though it doesn’t take
much effort; even from just looking at him, Hux knows that Kylo is too weak to fight back, too
weak to save him.

“Hu-ux!” Kylo shouts out, pushed back against the wall, hands and arms being restrained with
cuffs. He struggles twisting his hips.

“Don’t hurt him!” Hux shouts, gritting his teeth, though no one listens. They force Kylo down to
his knees, fastening his arms behind his back as his tears drip onto the floor. Hux opens his mouth
to call Kylo’s name, but an agonised sob erupts from his lungs instead as he’s dragged out of the
cell, tears cascading down his pale cheeks, feeling as though a blade though his chest would’ve
been less painful than feeling as though he’s leaving a piece of his soul behind in that dark cell.

As he feels all warmth disappearing from his body, turning frigid and lifeless, Hux is dragged
down the corridors to his new cell, leaving a part of himself with Kylo in that dark cell, with the
 only being in the galaxy to have ever known the story of Armitage Hux and loved him regardless.

End Notes

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