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The violent storm on Kamji VII raged outside, but the locals - Kamijians, a new system they had found in the Outer Rim who were willing to hear the order out on trading with their food ecosystem - continued to party on inside.
“They think the storm is a blessing from their god, Rthnior,” the translator explained, “and so they’ll keep celebrating in his honor until it passes.”
“As long as their celebration doesn’t interfere with our deal,” Hux pointed out.
“On the contrary, it’ll only help. They’ll see this as a sign that their god approves the union.”
Hux nodded, grateful. If only a well-timed storm could earn them more alliances, but nevertheless this was a good thing. It did mean he was stuck on-planet. Normally he wouldn’t complain, but he was stuck here with Ren, which never boded well.
Speaking of the brute - there he was, stalking out on the balcony, soaking wet and looking like he personally wanted to fight the storm for daring to cast down upon the great and powerful Kylo Ren.
Hux joined him out there, making sure to have his umbrella first.
“Ren,” he greeted, “what are you doing out here?”
“Hux. I’m trying to get energy from the storm, but it’s not obeying me. It needs violence, or strong emotions, to appease it.”
“You can do that?”
“You never did understand the ways of the Force,” Ren gloated, “and yes, I can. It’s an equal exchange. The storm has an influx of energy, but it needs an equal burst of power or emotion from me. I’d prefer power, if I’m being honest, but none of these peaceful slugs want to fight.”
Hux would like a good excuse to finally punch Ren in his sorry face.
“Let’s go, then. To the dueling grounds.”
“Really? You? Mr. Simulation, Cushy Office?”
“I’m full of surprises too, I’ll have you know.”
With a nod of his head, Ren led them to an open area outside of the party. The noise was masked by the sound of lightning and thunder.
“This reminds me of Arkanis,” Hux commented as he dropped his umbrella, feeling the rain begin to soak him.
“Stop daydreaming and fight me, Hux. Unless you’re too scared and want to back out, that is.”
“You asked for it, Ren,” Hux admonished.
As soon as the man had turned on his saber and assumed his stance, Hux leaped forward. No thoughts, no consideration, just pure action.
Ren was obviously taken aback. He had been expecting Hux to fight like an Imperial, like a proper man who knew defense but little offense. Hux had been raised as a runt who had to fight and claw his way for everything, and his fighting style showed it.
He raced towards his target, extended his hidden dagger, and cut at Ren’s legs where his major arteries were. Ren moved out of the way, but got severely cut, blood dripping down his leg. As he moved, Hux extended the blade in his foot, swinging upwards at the unprotected carotid artery at Ren’s throat. He nicked it, as Ren reacted and pushed him away with the Force.
Not willing to go down so easily, Hux advanced again, keeping Ren on the offensive. He sprang onto the man’s chest, turning off his saber with a quick press from his foot, and then wrapped his thighs around the man’s neck, using his fingers to scratch at Ren’s sensitive eyes and ears. His cuticles had been sharpened into claws years ago, which he hid under his gloves.
His thighs, which he had trained to walk on for hours on end, to never falter and never give out, were thick and muscled, and Ren began to lose his breath, his tender airways slowly getting constricted, leaving him to choke.
“Ask me for mercy,” Hux said, “and I’ll let you go.”
Ren attempted to use his arms to pull Hux away from his throat, but Hux grabbed them and twisted them behind Ren’s back, hearing one of them dislocate. The man wheezed in pain, his face slowly turning red, then bits of purple.
“Ask for mercy,” Hux ordered.
“Mercy,” Ren whispered.
In a single movement, Hux released his grip, and used his position on Ren’s chest to spring back onto the ground.
“You rely too much on that fancy sword. When you’re in a true dirty fight, you’ll lose every time unless you’re willing to die for it.”
Ren breathed heavily for a few moments, then looked up at Hux, pupils dilated.
“You’re mine,” he declared.
“Oh?” Hux asked simply, cocking his head, ignoring the way the rain was beginning to cling to his hair. “And what prompted this?”
“You’re ruthless, and wild. No one else knows that but me. I can see it, now. You hid so well before. You’re fucking perfect,” the man said, slowly but surely advancing, like one of those worshippers they had met earlier, going before the statue of their god, “and no one else can have you but me.”
“How sweet,” Hux bit out, “you’ll have to prove yourself, first. No man has ever made me his.”
Ren’s eyes shone with the challenge. Elsewhere, Hux heard lightning strike.
In a moment, Ren was advancing, a challenge clear in his eyes. This time, the fight’s end would be them sprawled together. Whoever won would be the one dominating it, of that he was sure. He raised a brow, daring, and sprung backwards, beckoning Ren to chase.