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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Wars_Episode_VII:_The_Force_Awakens_(2015), Star_Wars_-_All_Media
      Types
  Relationship:
      Hux/Kylo_Ren, Hux/Ben_Solo_|_Kylo_Ren
  Character:
      Hux_(Star_Wars), Kylo_Ren, Ben_Solo_|_Kylo_Ren, Leia_Organa, Han_Solo
  Additional Tags:
      myspace_au, Gore, Underage_making_out, Dark_Hux, Knifeplay, Bloodplay,
      Blood_Kink, It's_hard_to_tell_who's_more_messed_up_than_the_other
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-21 Words: 2620
****** A Matter of Perspective ******
by HuntingDandy_(Vintage_lover_who)
Summary
     Kylo is 16, bisexual (definitely NOT gay) and has over 5000 friends.
     Hux is 17, scary and he experiments on living things as a hobby. They
     hate each other. Generally speaking.
     My contribution to the sinful MySpace AU.
Notes
     Because this AU awakens things in me I thought were long dead (or at
     least, properly buried). I don't know how to feel about the fact that
     @horatiosroom's Hux reminds so many of us of our own younger selves.
     Guess that's why we're all in this fandom, and frankly, I'm not
     complaining. Please read the warnings and enjoy.
See the end of the work for more notes
The scalpel runs freely over the soft fur, slicing the skin open. "Geek, Stink,
Breath" blasts through the small speakers though it's no longer at the insane
volume it used to be when Hux asked for it to be turned down so he could
concentrate. Kylo sits in one of the high stools of the cottage, drinking from
an already warm bottle of beer. He's always liked this place. He remembers
joining his mother after a hunt and watching her skin animals for a special
meal or standing by his father while he mounted the antlers of his latest prey
on the wall. Good memories, indeed.
The slap of flesh against the wooden table makes him turn back his attention to
Hux, who is running his scalpel as precisely as a surgeon would over the skin
of one of the rabbits his father had hunt this morning. They were planning on
having a family reunion and his mother had wanted to cook something special, so
Kylo figured nobody would care much if he let Hux skin the animals. After all,
no-one had to know.
The glint in his friend's eyes sends shivers down Kylo's spine and he follows
his experienced hand cutting through the rabbit's skin. How many times has Hux
done this, again?
"Something on your mind?" Asks Hux through gritted teeth and Kylo is surprised
his presence is actually being acknowledged. Hux is usually very quiet when he
does this; he absorbs himself in his work, tuning out the entire world,
included Kylo. He merely shrugs.
"Just wondering how much longer this is going to take you"
"Patience, Kylo. Skinning is an art".
And after his last remark, Hux is back to being abstracted with the rosy skin
and the blood. The track has finished and the speakers are now playing "Jaded",
one of Kylo's favourites. He lets his mind wander again as he steals glances at
Hux, the ginger’s expression collected except for the tip of his tongue,
darting slightly from his lips. Kylo wets his own lips, momentarily thinking
about the other day when he had Hux's tongue shoved almost to the back of his
throat as they kissed behind his house. Kylo hadn't kissed many people in his
life, but Hux was the best of them all. He was so unapologetic in everything he
did. He was never ashamed of pulling Kylo close in front of other people or of
kissing him breathless in the middle of the school's halls. It wasn't like he
cared much for anything, anyway.
It seemed as if nothing could faze Hux, as if he'd already seen and done
everything so the world was now a dull scene to him, life little more than a
burden. But in turn, Hux liked having fun. Some days, they would go to the
local fair and get on those awful rides Kylo loved and Hux felt no amusement
for, then jump in the bumper cars and kick the hell out of everyone as they
laughed hysterically, to finally go to the haunted house and point at all the
ridiculous shit meant to scare people. Hux had even won him a t-shirt at the
darts once. He was insanely good at anything that had to do with precision and
marksmanship.
A few droplets of blood stain Hux's face as he pulls on the dead rabbit's fur,
ridding it of it and preparing himself for the next one. Kylo stares at the raw
meat and sniffs uncomfortably at the dead stare the corpse is giving him, but
quickly shrugs it off, turning his attention back to Hux. His black turtleneck
is perfectly pristine and Kylo wonders how he manages. He remembers that when
he met him, he thought Hux had the worst fashion sense in the world. He dressed
like someone from another era, always clad in dark colours and rolled up
sleeves. He always said that it was important to dress properly for his
"hobbies".
At school, everyone thought Hux was crazy. Some sneered at him, some mocked him
at his back but the majority of them just tried to avoid him. Being one of the
greatest bully's brother was a plus, yet that wasn't the main reason people
went out of their way to keep away from Hux. They did so because he scared
them, whether they admitted it openly or not. Plenty of stories went around
about the calm boy that sat at the back of the class and answered as many
questions as he could before he got bored and started reading or doing
something entirely off-topic from the class. For example, people said someone
had once tried to bully Hux for something stupid as his high collared jackets
or his hair, and that when they tried cornering him in one of the hallways, he
had taken out his scouting knife and stabbed them with it. They also said he
experimented on animals and stole chemicals from the labs to use in his
deviated studies.
The stories were already there when Kylo moved to this place. Even his friends
were wary of Hux; Poe merely shook his head when Kylo asked about him, Finn
cringed and Rey frowned. But all of that, instead of driving Kylo away, made
him more interested in the lean, redheaded boy. And for whatever strange twist
of fate, he had caught Hux's eye as well since that first day; right after the
teacher introduced Kylo to his classmates and he had looked up, Hux had smirked
and patted the seat next to him. And Kylo, in his bright blue V-neck and his
too-skinny purple jeans, couldn't help but smile back. He never stopped to
wonder why the seats around Hux were empty except for that one with a tall,
blonde girl, or why the teacher had asked him to stay after class just to warn
him to be careful. He had just laughed in her face, in everyone's faces and
befriended the mysterious boy.
And time would prove him right. Hux was perfect; he liked almost all of the
same things as Kylo: loud, angry music (although Hux also liked that boring
classical stuff and mocked most of Kylo’s favourite bands), gory films, video
games and most importantly, he liked Kylo. And although Hux wasn't often as
enthusiastic as Kylo when it came to physical matters, when he was, he put his
heart and soul in it, taking the taller boy's breath away, leaving him a
shaking mess. They hadn't gone further than making out and jerking each other
off, with a couple of blow jobs here and there, but Kylo was sure he wanted Hux
to be his first and he was determined to achieve it.
"You're thinking too much", comes Hux's voice from where he's bent over the
second rabbit, his work almost finished. "And change the CD, will you? The
boring songs are starting".
Kylo had almost completely forgotten about the music, but he does as he's told.
"Hey, my latest pictures were a great success. You know, the ones with the
bruises?"
"Uh-huh", nods Hux, distractedly.
"Many people said that my MySpace was awesome and that I should post more".
Hux snorts at that. "Please, Kylo. You know that thing is ridiculous".
"No it's not", replies Kylo, a bit offended. This was where they always
disagreed, but he would be lying if he said he didn't like competing with Hux.
"What is ridiculous is your fucking profile picture. What is that even?"
"It's called a vivisection, Kylo. You'd know if you bothered to pay attention
in Biology class".
"It’s gross and it's not even you. I post my own injuries", says Kylo, self-
sufficiently.
Hux finishes ripping the last rabbit's skin off and looks at Kylo, unamused.
All of a sudden, his face breaks into a charming smile.
"Would you rather it were me in the picture?" Hux asks, the scalpel still in
his gloved and bloodied hands. "I bet you would".
Kylo swallows, his gaze fixed on Hux. He strides towards him, just to start
pacing around the taller boy, his eyes never leaving Kylo's.
"I bet you'd like to see me with my chest open, my inner organs warm, my heart
still beating". Hux rounds on Kylo, sliding the scalpel over his colourful T-
shirt. "It doesn't take that much, you know? Just a tiny cut here and here", he
demonstrates, putting pressure on the scalpel as he points at Kylo's skin,
making him shiver.
"But of course, this doesn't go with the general teenage aesthetic of your
profile", snaps Hux and suddenly he's turning away from Kylo, redirecting his
attention to the skinned animals on the table. The dark-haired boy follows
right after he regains a bit of his composure.
"I'd like a pic of us", blurts Kylo and Hux tenses but doesn't look back. "For
my profile, I mean. Also, I'm thinking about changing my song but I don't know
for which one".
"How about 'Loser', by Beck?" Suggests Hux, still fiddling with stuff on the
table and abruptly turning with one of the skinned bunnies in hand, holding it
up with one hand and manipulating its mouth with the other. "I'm coming for
you, Kylo".
The taller boy rolls his eyes. "Put that down. I'm trying to be serious here".
"Spoilsport. You didn't even understand the reference".
"I mean it, Hux. I do want a picture. I need something to edit", whines Kylo.
He hates it when Hux gets all deep with his obscure references.
"Fine! I'll get you your rotten picture if you let me do something first".
Kylo perks up at that. Regardless of how obnoxious Hux can be sometimes, his
ideas are always appealing. He nods, waiting.
"Let me?" Hux says, waving the scalpel in Kylo's direction. "I'll sterilise it
first, I promise".
So that was it. Kylo can't remember how the first conversation regarding this
topic went, but soon enough, Hux had started asking the weirdest things out of
him and he complied every single time. He liked this; being the object of this
particular branch of Hux's interests was very satisfactory and he enjoyed the
process, for reasons that eluded Kylo. Besides, it all usually ended with the
both of them making out. It was a win-win. Kylo nods again and his companion
smiles, pleased.
Hux changes gloves, washes the scalpel and dips it in alcohol, then sits Kylo
down. He evaluates the situation, looking Kylo up and down before instructing
him to take off his MCR T-shirt. The boy obeys and Hux starts running his hands
over Kylo's naked torso. He glances absentmindedly at the bruises on his chest
and abdomen and makes a mental observation on their progress. Once he makes up
his mind, he places the scalpel over Kylo's collarbone and slides it. The cut
is not exactly deep -he's certainly done worse-, but Kylo hisses nevertheless.
Slowly, Hux extends the cut until it is a fine line that runs almost through
the entirety of the collarbone. Images of Kylo on an autopsy table spark in
Hux's mind, setting his nerve endings on fire but he controls himself. One day,
perhaps.
When the blood starts oozing out, he leans down to taste it. The taste of
blood, combined with sweat makes Hux's head swim; he'll definitely write these
new observations down in his journal, it may come in handy. He laps at the
wound again, revelling in the taste once more. The experiments won't go far
today. He's feeling generous; he's got bigger plans for Kylo.
With one last lick, Hux stands, admiring his handiwork. Kylo's breathing is
ragged and his gaze seems unfocused. This is usually the effect this has on
him. Hux pats his head approvingly.
"You did good, Kylo. We'll keep testing your pain tolerance later on, but for
now this will suffice".
"Pain tolerance?" Asks Kylo and Hux looks at him with fondness.
"Yes. We'll need that information for further experiments."
Hux leans down with a ball of cotton soaked in alcohol and starts cleaning the
wound up.
"And what exactly do you expect to achieve with this one?"
"I want to know the effects on the human body after constant blood
consumption", explains Hux, lingering on a spot that makes Kylo chew on his
lip. "This is obviously a very mild test, but I plan on gradually stepping it
up".
"Okay, whatever you say", replies Kylo with a smirk. "Now how about my
picture?"
Hux sighs and throws his T-shirt back to Kylo, but his expression lacks actual
disdain.
"Come on, prince. Let's get this over with".
Hux throws Kylo's camera towards him and leans by his side. He doesn't smile
but at least he's looking at the camera, which is already an improvement. Kylo
presses himself against the redhead and tilts his head down a bit so the red
strikes in his hair stand out. He's excited to boast about his "angel of death"
in MySpace since everyone keeps asking about him (someone even going as far as
to suggest he was imaginary). After a couple of shots, he's surprised to see
Hux snatch the camera away from him and straddle his lap.
"Enough pictures. Come here", he says as he grabs Kylo's face and presses their
lips together. Kylo responds to the kiss enthusiastically, using his tongue to
pry Hux's mouth open. The older boy laughs.
"Slut," Hux murmurs but opens up nevertheless. Once Kylo manages to get his
tongue inside, Hux bites it and then sucks, eliciting a moan from the boy
underneath him.
Hux is a fierce kisser. He demands the entirety of Kylo's attention and he
encourages his hands to roam over Hux's slender body, which Kylo is grateful
for. He slides one hand under Hux's turtleneck as the other cradles his face.
In turn, Hux places both his hands around Kylo's neck and squeezes, snatching
away whatever breath his companion might try to draw in. Kylo’s pulse
accelerates as his body protests because of the lack of oxygen, his muscles
going somewhat numb and the rush of blood in his ears becoming deafening. Right
when he starts seeing spots dancing in front of his eyes, Hux lets go and leans
back, admiring his work. Kylo takes a deep breath and coughs slightly.
“You look so pretty when you can’t breathe”, says Hux, tapping Kylo’s nose
affectionately.
“And you have the weirdest kinks”.
“Oh, I’m not the one getting hard over this”, mocks Hux as he gestures towards
Kylo’s pants, making him blush.
“Fuck you. You’re hard too”, rebuts Kylo, embarrassed, but he quickly overcomes
the sentiment and starts stroking Hux’s thighs, progressively advancing towards
his crotch. Hux slaps his hand and stands, and Kylo can’t suppress an annoyed
growl.
“Patience, my darling boy. We should take these to your mother”, Hux says,
gesturing at the rabbits, “then we’ll have time for something else”.
The ginger emphasises his last words with a wink and Kylo feels hope bloom in
his chest. He gets up from his chair, mildly thinking about the irony of it
all. His mother loved Hux since the moment he introduced them; the charming
bastard had enchanted everyone with his impeccable manners and cultured tongue;
hell, he even offered to help with the dishes. His obsession with politics gave
him extra points with Leia as well.
As they head back to the main house, each with an animal in hand, Kylo smiles.
From all the things he did to piss off his parents, Hux was perhaps his
greatest rebellion; if only they knew what he and the redheaded pulled off on a
daily bases, they probably wouldn’t be as enchanted. And Kylo couldn’t be more
proud of it.
End Notes
     I took a couple liberties with Kylo's family's hobbies, for which I
     apologise. But hey, I'm almost sure everyone liked hunting in that
     "neighbourhood". Also, this Hux gives me life and Kylo has definitely
     called him gross over 200 times.
     Hopefully I did justice to this fun AU.
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