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works/6943783.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Star_Wars_-_All_Media_Types, Star_Wars_Episode_VII:_The_Force_Awakens_
      (2015)
  Relationship:
      Poe_Dameron/Ben_Solo_|_Kylo_Ren, Finn/Hux_(Star_Wars)
  Character:
      Poe_Dameron, Ben_Solo_|_Kylo_Ren, Finn_(Star_Wars), Hux_(Star_Wars)
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, mentions_of_consentual
      underage_sexual_acts
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-23 Words: 3625
****** What Must be Done ******
by kinkwriter
Summary
     Kylo Ren will always do what must be done. Poe will forgive him . . .
     eventually.
Notes
     Not beta read and barely edited.
See the end of the work for more notes
Poe grimaced as he was dragged away from the village. He shouldn’t have fired
that shot at Ren. It was a stupid thing to do when the stormtroopers hadn’t
known he was there. His mission was more important than that. He should have
run and found BB-8.
But the sight of Kylo Ren. The Jedi Killer had caused Poe to see red and he
hadn’t been able to stop himself from firing the blaster at the darkly-clad
man. And he’d been caught. Poe could hear the screams of the villagers as they
fell before blaster fire under Ren’s orders. The man was evil incarnate.
Everyone knew that.
Which was why Poe was incredibly confused to find himself not in an
interrogation room, but rather in a stately set of quarters. None of the
terminals were accessible without a set of passwords and even the pads were
locked. He’d been in there for over an hour but no one had come since he’d been
all but shoved into the room and locked in.
Poe had stood around for almost forty-five minutes before finally relenting and
sitting down on one of the plush chairs in the sitting area.
He put his head in his hands and muttered, “The fuck am I doing here?”
“You’re my guest.”
Poe nearly let out a rather unmanly yelp as he jumped out of the chair and
faced towards the now open door. Kylo Ren stood there, taking up nearly the
entire entryway with his massive height and sheer presence. Poe backed up a
step as the Knight stepped further into the room and the door shut behind him
with a soft hiss and click of the lock.
Ren stepped closer but Poe was careful to keep a chair between them. “I won’t
tell you anything,” he said and was grateful that his voice didn’t tremble.
The dark mask tilted slightly. “Well, you would not have told the usual
interrogators anything, that’s true.” Ren came around the chair and Poe had no
choice but to back up even further.
He gritted his teeth as he took another step back. “The resistance will not be
intimidated.”
Kylo came close enough that Poe could hear him breathing through the vocoder
and the pilot could not help taking a whiff of the Knight’s scent and Poe found
himself blinking in confusion as his body reacted.
Ren’s voice was soft as he whispered, “Oh but  you  are. It’s why you continue
backing away from me as I come nearer to you, Poe Dameron.”
Poe’s back finally hit the wall and he took a sharp breath. His breathing was
sharp as he tried to remove the scent that filled his nostrils. It was familiar
but not one he could place immediately.
The Knight’s mask came within inches of Poe’s face and he swallowed audibly
even as he turned his face away. “You won’t find Skywalker,” he all but blurted
out.
It was hard to concentrate. Perhaps this was a new interrogation technique. A
gloved hand grasped onto the side of his neck and jaw in a move that was pure
alpha mating technique. He was getting in as close as possible with the intent
of subverting Poe’s own will by forcing his scent onto the omega.
It snapped Poe out of his thoughts. “Get your hand off me!” he demanded.
The fingers dug in slightly and Poe felt the brush of the mask against the
other side of his throat. “I already have a squad out looking for your droid.”
The pilot’s eyes widened even as he tried to push the other man away. “What?
I—I don’t know what you’re—”
“And don’t worry, they are under strict orders not to harm the BB unit. I know
how much he means to you.” Poe’s struggles only seemed to egg the alpha on and
the taller man forced a knee between Poe’s thighs. Was the First Order so hard
up for omegas that they were forcing themselves onto prisoners now?
Poe gritted his teeth against how presumptuous this alpha was. “You don’t know
a Force-damn thing about me.”
Ren chuckled lowly. “Now that’s not true, Poe. I know your mother gave you that
droid before she died. I know you joined the resistance because you wanted to
follow in her footsteps. And I know you’re in love with one of the Solo boys.”
The pilot took a deep steadying breath. “Of course, I am. Jacen Solo is my
mate. You can read any of that on any holopad.”
The mask tilted. “I made no reference to Jacen. The thief who coveted what
wasn’t his to have.”
Poe tried to shake his head but the hand held him in place. “Are all the
Knights as crazy and convoluted as you?”
Kylo was silent for a few seconds. “I suppose this will make things easier.”
Ren’s hands fell away from Poe’s face and he leaned back a bit. The pilot felt
the intoxication of the alpha scent but it wasn’t as overwhelming anymore. The
Knight looked at him for a long moment before he reached back and lifted his
mask from his face, a soft hissing noise accompanying the movement. Poe blinked
and shook his head as he took in the man in front of him.
His mate.
“Ja-Jacen. I don’t understand.” He knew his voice sounded as lost and desperate
as he felt but he knew every mole and freckle of that face.
The voice, though, was a touch different. “I am not Jacen.”
“Not Jacen . . . ” Poe’s hand came up and cupped the side of the Knight’s face,
his fingers rubbing the skin slightly. Kylo Ren’s eyes slid shut and he leaned
into the touch.
The pilot’s voice was a broken whisper. “Ben.” Poe’s breathing started to come
in harsh pants as his eyes moved over Ben’s face. “You—you died during the
massacre. Kylo Ren killed you.”
“No.” Poe’s world shattered with just that single word and he was thankful for
the wall behind him at that point as he sank to the ground. It felt as if
everything in him had been wiped away. His very soul felt shredded. “You—You’re
Kylo Ren. The Jedi Killer.”
“Yes. I destroyed that antiquated and weak Order.”
“Why?” Poe asked, his voice defeated.
Ben Solo lowered his body until he was crouched before Poe and their eyes were
once more level. “My family thought they could control me. Stifle my power. The
general had hoped to string me along and keep me under her thumb using the one
thing that I loved most.” He paused, his eyes moving over Poe’s face. “I
eventually realized that she would never allow me to be free. That what I
wanted meant  nothing.  So I showed them that  they  are nothing. Now I am more
powerful than my brother or my uncle. I will find them both and they will
follow the other Jedi into an early grave. And I’ll make my mother  watch it
all.”
Poe brows furrowed as a thought occurred to him. “Your mother . . . Jacen. Do
they know?”
Ben snorted. “Of course they know. Do you think my twin would not be able to
sense my presence through the Force? But they told you and everyone else I was
killed. Better not to let the impressionable masses know of their shame.”
“I still don’t understand, Ben. How did you become this?” he asked desperately.
Ben was silent for a long moment before leaning close again, his hand once more
cupping Poe’s jaw. “You were supposed to be mine.”
“I was already yours. I loved you, Ben.”
“And you think that was enough? That we would have been able to become mates
when my mother had already decided that you would go to Jacen?”
Poe shook his head in denial. “No. No Ben. You’re mother never—”
But the Knight cut him off. “Oh of course she did. When I left for training I
told her I would only go if I could take you for my companion when I finished.
I was already aware that she had plans for you even at that age but she agreed.
When I returned on the eve of my graduation, she told me that you had a great
destiny in front of you. She told me that I would be too protective—Too
possessive to allow you to do the things she had planned for you.” He trailed
off and brushed his lips over Poe’s before continuing. “And seeing you here in
the heart of my ship, I can see she was right. I would never have let you take
this mission, Poe.”
The alpha scent was clouding his mind as was Ben’s own power, pushing his lust
at the pilot like a shelf of books falling over him. “None of that can be
true.”
“Really? How long before she was pressuring you to accept a bond from Jacen?
Were the bodies even cold, yet?” Ben asked rhetorically.
Poe thought back. Leia  had  told him on numerous occasions that if he
completed the bond with Jacen, his hurt and sadness would fade . . . but he
hadn’t wanted it to fade.
“I  mourned  you—for years. But you’ve been alive all this time,” he said
accusingly.
“I’ve been waiting to find you again, my love. The time had to be right and my
power and position secure.”
“But you joined Snoke. You’re a killer!”
“And how many hundreds have you killed in battle? The most daring pilot in the
resistance must have quite the kill ratio.”
Poe looked away. “That was war. Those villagers didn’t deserve what you did.”
“ You  signed their death warrants the moment you landed there. I will find
Luke Skywalker and I will kill him.”
“You’re not the same boy I fell in love with.”
“Perhaps not. But I am the man who you have never forgotten. Who you will love
until the end of your days.”
Ben would always be in his heart but . . . “I already have a mate,” he said.
“Yes.  Jacen.  He told me once that I wasn’t good enough for you. That I would
drag you down with me. That you deserved better. And perhaps you do. But I
can't let you go.”
Poe’s eyes slid shut as the other man moved even closer. He knew what was
coming. Ben almost reeked of lust and Poe would not be able to stop him. Ben’s
lips met his and Poe took a sharp breath through his nose at the electric
contact. He and Jacen hadn’t been intimate in months. Either one or both of
them were almost always off world on missions. Poe wasn’t in heat but he almost
craved the contact.
He pulled his face away with a low groan but Ben merely moved to his throat and
he began undoing the flight suit with irritatingly practiced ease. The pilot
moved his hands so that his fingers dug into Ben’s arms. Could he fight Ben?
Escape and run back to the resistance?
“No, Poe. You can’t. I have waited far too long to let you slip through my
fingers.”
“We can’t do this.”
“We  can.  This is going to happen.”
“It won’t break my bond with Jacen,” Poe cried out.
Ben’s lips trembled slightly as he smiled. “No. He’ll break his bond with you
himself once I tell him what a slut you were for me. Once I describe in vivid
detail all the things I’m going to do to you. And I’ll make sure he feels it
all. He’ll be turned on just like he was all those years ago when he watched us
in the woods.” Poes brows knitted together as Ben rubbed more salt into the
wound, “Oh didn’t he tell you? He used to watch us as we fumbled with one
another and he’d fantasize about it later, imagining it was him. His favorite
was the first time you went down on me.”
Poe was so disgusted that his jaw dropped open and he shook his head in denial.
Ben continued to remove his clothing and Poe just sat there on the floor.  This
could not happening.  His old boyfriend could not have come back from the dead
and told him that Poe’s current mate had spied on him during private moments
and then conspired with his mother to cover up her other son’s hand in a
massacre.”
The pilot’s boots and socks were removed and a hand came around his wrist and
pulled him up from the floor. Poe looked up at the taller man. The boy who had
meant so much to him was a head taller than he, now. Ben still looked at Poe
like he was the only thing that mattered in the galaxy and the pilot didn’t
know what to do.
“Give in. We’ve lost so much time already.”
Years.  It had been more than a decade since he’d last seen Ben. “I—I can’t do
that to Jacen. I’ll end the bond with him. I promise I will. But I can’t cheat
on him.”
“I’ve always admired your honor. But it’s misplaced now,” Ben said as he leaned
down and kissed Poe. The pilot allowed it, even let the other man’s tongue into
his mouth. But he froze when those long pale fingers took hold of his flight
suit and pulled it further down his hip.
Poe tried to pull away but Ben held him close even while he struggled to get
free and he was bodily dragged to the bed.
“No Ben!”
“Poe, you’re my mate. I can still feel the bond from so many years ago. It has
withered but I’ll make it bloom again,” he said, determined.
“Your mother was right about you!” Poe cried out, pulling out his last card.
Ben froze and Poe watched as the younger man’s expression changed. “I wanted to
be gentle with you. I wanted us to take our time. But she’s obviously
brainwashed you and there’s no point now.”
Poe blinked up at the other man for a minute before he was roughly turned onto
his stomach and his suit was pulled the rest of the way off. “Ben! You can not
be seriously about to do this!”
Ben’s voice was tight as he hissed out, “I always do what must be done. The
bond will be solidified.”
Poe couldn’t stop shaking his head. “Ben mugf—”
The Knight’s fingers had slid into Poe’s mouth cutting him off and Poe knew
what he was doing. The pilot wasn’t in heat. His body wouldn’t be producing
mass quantities of lubrication. He hastily licked and covered the digits with
saliva as it may be the only lube he was going to get.
“Good boy,” Ben murmured.
The fingers were removed and Poe felt a pillow being shoved under his hips
before the wet fingers were inserted inside. He kept silent as they searched
for the mating pressure point. It would not only feel amazing but would trigger
his own lubricant production. He hissed as Ben’s fingers ran over the area
expertly and the Knight chuckled behind him in satisfaction.
“I’m never going to forgive you for this, Ben,” Poe gritted out through
clenched teeth.
The fingers froze and Poe heard Ben taken a deep shaking breath. He thought the
other man might stop and he tried to turn over but Ben’s other hand spread
between his shoulder blades and pushed him back down. “We’re not done, yet.”
“Ben. Please don’t do this,” Poe tried once more to appeal to Ben’s better
nature.
“I always do what must be done,” he said again.
“Wha—?”
Poe’s words were cut off as the other man slid inside. It was rough and Poe’s
fingers clenched into the sheets. He couldn’t stop the hitched yelp that
bubbled up from his throat. There wasn’t nearly enough lube to make this feel
good. Ben came down and plastered his chest to Poe’s back, holding the other
man down. His arm wrapped around the pilot’s throat while the other came under
his arm and the Knight held onto him like he might fall apart.
And he might. The thrusts were hurried and short and the bed shook hard enough
to rattle against the wall. It hurt a bit but that was going away as his body
hastily adjusted to the intrusion.
Ben continued to thrust into the pilot’s body and Poe did his best to stay as
quiet as possible while it was going on. He wanted to moan, to gasp, to clutch
at Ben as the bond strengthened. But he wouldn’t give the Knight the
satisfaction of his response.
Eventually the thrusting stopped and thankfully Ben wasn’t on the rut so he
didn’t knot. Poe took a trembling breath as the Knight kissed his shoulder and
throat. “I love you. I need you to know that.”
Poe twitched at the statement. “You are a liar and a murderer. That’s what you
were when you ran away and that’s what you are now.”
Poe heard the other man sigh. “You’ll see it differently when the resistance is
gone. We’ll find your droid and you’ll both lead us to their base and to
Skywalker.”
“No . . .” Poe said as he laid still on the bed.
Ben pulled out of him as he got up and Poe turned around to see the other man
getting dressed. The Knight had pulled most of his clothes on but he wouldn’t
meet Poe’s eyes as if he’d been the one to just get raped.
Ben turned and eyed him. He looked upset and his brow furrowed especially at
the sight of Poe’s quite flaccid length. He took a step forward but the pilot’s
hand quickly came up in a halting motion.
“Don’t. You’ve done enough,” he said, hurt and pain clear in his voice.
“But you didn’t . . .” Kylo trailed off.
Poe could not even look at his former—future mate. “What you just did is not
something that turns me on.”
Ben’s jaw tightened but he said nothing as he nodded shortly and finished
pulling his clothes back on. “I’ll be back later. I’ll make it up to you.”
Poe didn’t see how that was possible but said nothing as the other man walked
out. He fell back against the mattress. When had his life become so fucked up?
He’d known the Solo twins were trouble the second he’d seen them when they were
all of 12 and precocious as hell. They hadn’t taken no for an answer then and
apparently nothing had changed in nearly twenty years.
He had to get out of here. He had to get BB-8 and get back to the resistance.
The door to the ‘resher was locked like everything else so Poe took a certain
kind of glee in the face that he was able to use Ben’s sheets to wipe the slick
from him. It wasn’t as clean as he wished but his options were limited and he’d
be damned if he made his escape with Kylo Ren’s jizz running down his leg.
Poe pulled his underclothes and flight suit back on just as the door clicked
open and a stormtrooper hurried inside. Poe’s eyes narrowed at the man who
looked quite fidgety for a stormtrooper.
He finally looked over in Poe’s direction and seemed to sigh in relief before
walking quickly over. He was so fast that Poe’s hands came up a bit and he
backed away.
“Are you a pilot?
 
===============================================================================


“Did you really have to force yourself onto him? Seems so . . . crass.”
Kylo turned his masked face towards Hux as they both stood beside the window.
“As opposed to your use of the stormtroopers during your ruts,” the Knight said
off-handedly.
Hux’s expression soured further. “My partners always enjoy themselves. The
pilot’s loyalty to the resistance is almost legendary. He probably would have
run even without you resorting to violence.”
Kylo grimaced. He hadn’t enjoyed using Poe in such a way. But the plan’s
success hinged entirely on the pilot’s actions in the wake of his capture. “Are
you confident in FN-2187’s ability to complete this mission?” he asked for what
was probably the twentieth time.
Hux looked at him sharply. “Of course. My men are trained to the highest
standard.”
“But FN-2187 is not  just  one of your men.”
The general turned back to the viewport. “He will complete his assignment and
make sure your omega is well out of harm’s way when we make our attack,” the
ginger-haired man said calmly and Kylo sensed no doubt in the general’s mind.
“Good. I think he will make an excellent companion for Poe once this nasty
business with the resistance is taken care of.” He paused when Hux looked ready
to blow a gasket so Kylo added, “I’ll not be taking your favorite rutting
partner from you, General.”
Hux swallowed hard before stuttering out, “He’s—He’s not—”
Kylo sighed as he cut in. “And after this, I think he will have proven that he
is the protege that Phasma says he is and we can move him from the Stormtrooper
corp into the officer ranks.”
Hux seemed all parts irritated and hopeful at the idea. Afterall, he could not
have a stormtrooper omega for a mate. That kind of fraternization would get him
stripped of his commission and he was already skirting the line calling for FN-
2187 four times in a row for his rut.
Hux hastily changed the subject. “Are you  really  going to kill your own
brother?”
“He took my omega for himself. He will die as will the rest of my wretched
family. They will all burn with the resistance.”
Poe would eventually forgive him, after all, he’d only done what he’d had to
do.
End Notes
     Don't really do the alpha/omega stuff too often but it worked with
     this fic idea. I'm a big darkpilot fan and I don't know what the
     Finn/Hux ship name is but I love that too. Hope you enjoyed! :)
     This fic is posted under my secondary account. I have family members
     who read my 'usual' stuff and I'd rather not have some of my work on
     there where they can find it easily. If you'd like to read other
     works by me, you can find my other account at SophiaDreith.
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