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Armitage stares at his reflection with clear disbelief but through soft, well rested eyes. Plush lips lax with his grown out locks curling just slightly to his newly born laugh lines. This is far from his mental image of himself but he will embrace it. He must to not stir suspicions. He’s sacrificed far too much to be recognized as the runt of the First Order.
Brendol had led him on to believe he’d rise ranks in the First Order but no such thing came about. At thirty, Armitage had looked hard at himself and knew he wasn’t meant to be the whipping boy. He had gained a large amount of intel from people who thought he was as cognizant as the chairs they sat on. Carefully lining up each step took a year but the High Command toppled easier than Armitage could ever dream of. Spooked, he escaped to Canto Bight where he watched the power vacuum from a safe distance. Not to mention the potential connections ready for the taking.
It has been six months of exploring and experiencing how the galaxy operates outside of a resource strapped junta. His father and cronies had hoarded millions of credits well enough so Armitage won’t need to worry about funds as long as he maintains the accounts. He bought a condominium in Ragusa Casino Resort that looks out over the water. He even has access to the beach and a sea cruiser docked in the marina. His best dry run for fleeing is two minutes. No one cared that a guy was running aside from the annoyed droid that collects dock fees.
Medone chimes inquisitively from outside of the refresher, alerting Armitage that his breakfast is ready. Armitage blinks back to the present and continues towel drying his hair, “I’ll be out in a moment!”
The Ragusa also provided full access to their casino, spas, restaurants, business suites, and wellness centers with their condominiums. Armitage knew his father was drugging him since he was a child. He greatly appreciated the at home treatments to detox himself from the harsh stimulant and downer cocktail. His concierge liaison negotiated with the Ragusa to let him keep his medbot, ME-D1. Medone reminded him of the kind nursebot who doted on him when he was little. With an upgrade and modification of access codes, Medone became Armitage’s butler and confidant.
Armitage buttons his loose shirt as he strolls to his breakfast nook. His skin finds anything form fitting aggravating nowadays. He frowns at the bowl of fruit and grain at his place. He isn’t sure if one should feel so eager to eat like he is now. He’s seen people act this way with addictions but he knows this isn’t an addictive tendency. It’s simply ‘This is just what I didn’t know I really wanted right now’.
“Your blood tests from yesterday showed you are about to start your cycle! I have stocked the kitchen with nutrient dense foods suitable for your cravings such as this berry and ancient grain pilaf. I can see you are satisfied with it. Good, good!” Medone spoke with a serene Arkanisian accent while Armitage eats. They move closer to Armitage, “I know this is a little inconvenient but I am due for a recharge and update today. So I will be in my pod until midnight. I hope you can stay in since we don’t know when your cycle is due to start.”
Armitage frowns, not quite understanding what kind of cycle Medone is talking about. He figures it has to do with the damage from the stimulants. His father seemed hellbent in making sure Armitage was 100% human. Armitage is aware that his birthmother had Arkanisian heritage blood in her. He checks his time piece to confirm it will be another week before he gets his full genetic analysis back from a discreet lab. Realizing once again Medone wants a reply, he nods, “Sounds good. Please leave a note on the counter for what I need to take and when while you’re updating.”
Medone chimes their happiness before doing the task. Armitage continues to eat and ponders what to do today.
Two hours later, Armitage can’t get comfortable. He doesn’t have a temperature but he feels warm and restless. Nothing feels comfortable on his skin except for the robe he got from the mud spa in the eastern wing of the Ragusa Casino. The catch is the robe smells like armpits for some reason. He could walk around naked but his mind can’t let himself be so vulnerable. It’s a half hour to get to the spa from his place. He could call and ask for a robe but the more he thinks about the mud, the more appealing it seems.
Armitage dons his softest black t-shirt, shorts, and slippers before he leaves his condominium. It’s a quick stroll into the giant casino. But his keycard is denied for the main lobby. The security droid tells him he may not enter busy areas unbonded. Armitage tries to ask what the droid means but the droid keeps asking where he wants to go. Armitage sighs and says the mud spa. He’s quickly ushered to a corridor and told to keep to the right. He’s in mid threat to call the droid’s superiors when the door closes on him. He splutters as he can’t open it. The building’s security system calmly instructs him to go to his destination in a dozen languages. He glares up at the speakers before walking towards the spa according to the signs on the walls. There’s advertisements for absorbable underwear, discreet inflatable sex toys, and medications for relief and freedom on the walls as well. Armitage is a bit unsettled by his reactions. He doesn’t fully understand what they’re meant for but he feels a thrill akin to discovering masturbation in his early teens. Then he saw the sign of all signs.
Why did the security droid direct him to a Modesty and Omega corridor?
He isn’t complaining too much since he gets to the mud spa in only ten minutes. But the smell is atrocious. The attendants see his discomfort and guide him to the saunas. He thanks them before asking for a robe and towels. Sure enough they feel great and smell comforting to him. The attendants wish him well before going back to their stations. He wanders around see which saunas are available. It’s a bit of a maze and he gets disoriented for a moment. He stops and leans against a wall to resettle. It’s very warm and he determines he needs some water. He looks around and finds a changing room with sinks, showers, and a water fountain. He drinks and drinks but all he gets is a stomach cramp. He groans under his breath. Today is very frustrating.
His stomach cramp travels down his torso but it isn’t digestive. It’s as if his abdominal muscles are sparking with electricity that his groin is creating. Well, not so much his groin but his ass. He looks around and realizes no one is in the changing room. He slips into one of the changing stalls to inspect himself. He tentatively pulls down his shorts and feels around. Aside from feeling an odd pulsing sensation on his taint, he seems to be okay physically. Mentally, he’s a mess of confused euphoria being surrounded by scents of strangers. His nose has never been this strong. That is certainly new.
A particular scent beckons him out of the stall and to a black towel laying on a bench. He doesn’t think as he grabs it and holds it to his face to inhale deeply. It’s a heady scent of masculinity and smoke. Something that Armitage wasn’t expecting to rev his engine. He startles when a shower turns on. Armitage’s feet are already moving him out to the hallway. He curses under his breath realizing he doesn’t remember which direction he came from. He tries to read the small placard signs when a frighteningly large hand lands on his shoulder, “That’s my towel.”
Armitage screams silently and holds the towel to himself even tighter. He cautiously turns himself around to see a large, wet naked man with long black hair and so many scars. Armitage gulps realizing he took Kylo Ren’s towel. Of all beings in Ragusa.
Kylo first noticed the omega scent as he wrapped up his meditation hour in the sauna. Well, he had fifteen more minutes to go but he couldn’t concentrate as his mind fixated on the juniper and citrus blend wafting from the hallway. He let the Force show him the silhouette of the omega and nearly lost it seeing how interconnected they’re about to be. He rushed over to the changing room in hopes to get a quick shower to be as attractive to the omega. The closer he got, the more he learned. The omega is an Arkanisian Omega. A match Kylo has only ever dreamed of. His genetics are incompatible with the omega’s for procreation but they could bond and sate each other.
He just needs to be worthy enough. All of his research states Arkanisian Omegas will only submit to truly powerful Alphas. This led to Kylo’s journey of becoming a celebrity fighter, a modern gladiator. The public thinks it’s his grand shunning of his family legacy, his mother’s politics, and his uncle’s betrayal. But no. He was a pathetically horny and idealistic young alpha popping his first knot at the thought of a red haired omega spreading their legs eagerly for him.
He senses the omega’s nerves and arousal from one of the changing rooms. He sets his towel down by it and hopes to catch the omega’s attention. He does but his heart nearly stops when he realizes the omega’s scent starts to move away from him with his towel in tow. Kylo isn’t a shy man but he usually maintains a level of modesty. However once his brain realizes the omega is out of the room completely, he runs after him. A wave of his hand and the force turns off the shower. He nearly runs into the omega and stops himself with a hand outstretched. His soul sings with the contact while the omega lets out a sharp exhale of air. Kylo wants to apologize but he sees the omega guard his towel.
He winces internally at his statement but the omega seems to ignore what he said in order to gawk at him. Kylo doesn’t mind. He flexes his pecs and bites down his laugh as the omega’s right hand cups his left pec. Kylo uses a soft tone with the beautiful red head, “Come back in and I’ll let you towel me off. You can keep this towel for your nest.”
The omega looks at him with a slight frown but follows him back, “Nest? I’m not some bird.”
Kylo hides his smile, he likes how feisty his omega is. The omega. Not yet his. “Mmm, then what do you call it?”
The omega frowns fully but works on drying off Kylo, “Do you mean my bedroom? Do you have a nest?”
Kylo lets out a chuckle, “No, I have bedroom as well, sweet omega.”
The omega lets out a whine before hissing, “Why do you think I am an omega?”
Kylo tenses up with the omega. He seeks guidance from the force. He feels the man’s confusion, a profound sense of the unknown from stormy eyes. Kylo’s hands cautiously reached out to calm the omega. He asks as gently as his low timber allows, “What’s your name? I’m Kylo Ren.”
“Pff, you really go by your stage name?”
“It’s my real name. What’s your’s?”
“…Armitage,” he whispers. “My last name isn’t necessary.”
Kylo wants to tell him that Armitage Ren sounds perfect but that’s laying it on too thick. “Well, Armitage. You are an omega about to go into heat. I happen to be an alpha who is more than interested in helping you.”
Armitage squints at Kylo, “That sounds like a trashy pick-up line a washed up wrestler would say.”
Kylo loves how feisty Armitage words contrast with the soft hand running along the scar tissue and muscle on Kylo’s torso. He flexes and chuckles, “So you haven’t seen any of my fights?”
Armitage shrugs but he widens his stance as Kylo’s hands settle on his hips, “I haven’t been interested. But…”
Kylo arches his brow, “What is it, my sweet omega?”
Armitage keens under his breath, “I don’t think I am an omega. I’m thirty one and never had a heat. I haven’t ever felt the need to masturbate- my passage. And well, I’ve never had a problem killing men.”
Kylo nearly chokes on his drool at how casual Armitage spoke. Armitage frowns with nervous eyes, “Why did I admit such things to you? Of all people?”
Kylo settles his throat before answering. His hands kneading Armitage’s ass that cants just right in his grip, “We’re compatible. I bet if I pressed just so, you’d be wet and supple enough to take me whole.”
Armitage moans behind clenched teeth. Kylo is determined to see how many times he can make the man go cross eyed in pleasure. He ducks his head close, “I know you’ve been sneaking looks at my cock. Let’s see if you can wrap your fingers around it and have them touch?”
Armitage follows his suggestion and his long fingers wrap around Kylo’s girth with ease. Kylo groans bucking against Armitage’s palm, wrist, and forearm. Armitage curses under his breath, “Kriff. We’re not doing this here.”
Kylo nearly challenges him but realizes they’re still in a public space. His suite up on the fifteenth level is not suitable for spending an omega’s heat. Especially one of Armitage’s caliber. Too many people come and go through the place. Kylo would most certainly be spending more time calming down Armitage’s territorial urges than lovemaking. Fucking. They’re only going to fuck. For this time around.
He puts on his sweat pants, “What’s your room number?”
“Uh,” Armitage blinks out of his stupor once the cock disappears from view. “I have a seaside condo.”
“Hmm. One moment,” Kylo leans down slightly to rub his cheek and lips against Armitage’s neck. His face tingles with the herbal scent of Armitage’s omega. Armitage makes a small sound but wordless allows Kylo to lead him out of the maze of saunas and baths. They go through the main halls amongst the crowds. Kylo can feel Armitage’s surprise of no one recognizing Kylo. It’s as if they are invisible. Kylo holds out on revealing his powers.
Armitage takes his turn of leading them to his front door. Kylo hums as Armitage leaps up to kiss him once they’re inside. Armitage’s eyes are unfocused yet searing into Kylo’s skin, “What’s happening to me? I-please, do what’s need for me.”
Kylo sees images flashing through his closed eyes as he kisses a trail down Armitage’s neck, “I will show you everything you ever wanted.”
Armitage manages to huff in disbelief before he’s lifted over Kylo’s shoulder. He squeals in surprise as they both feel his first drops of slick leave his hole. Kylo takes them to the bedroom and lays Armitage on the unmade bed with his damp towel. Armitage holds it possessively close and Kylo growls in satisfaction. Armitage whimpers in pleasure as Kylo yanks down his shorts and positions him face down with his ass up in the air.
“Oh, you’re so ready for my cock,” Kylo growls deep within his chest as three fingers go into Armitage with a sloppy ease. Armitage yelps and bows his back as a pleasurable shock runs up his spine. Kylo smiles to himself as Armitage’s ass jiggles as it fucks itself back on his fingers. There’s no build up, no hesitancy.
Armitage grits his teeth and speaks in a nasally whine, “Stick your damn cock in me right now!”
Kylo pulls his fingers out and licks them between his words, “Not until you recognize me as your alpha, my sweet omega.”
Armitage starts rambling about how good his ass will feel around an alpha’s cock and Kylo’s vision blurs. He wasn’t at all anticipating how direct this whole process would be. While Armitage has preconceptions, Kylo had been anticipating tongue fucking his omega’s mouth into a beautiful blush for the afternoon and then see if Armitage could work up to his cock before the evening fireworks on the marina.
Instead Armitage is letting out a guttural wail of joy as Kylo thrusts deep in one go. Kylo’s eyes well up with tears as he pulls out partially to thrust back in. Their connection is profound and they mutually agree that Armitage is power and Kylo will wield him. Armitage’s legs tremble as Kylo’s hands hold them in place as he hammers into Armitage’s core. Kylo leans down as he feels Armitage’s climax approach, “Want to cum with me?”
Armitage groans, “Y-yes!”
Kylo purrs darkly as Armitage yells out for him as the omega feels his balls squeezed-his orgasm postponed by a phantom hand. “That’s right. I’m not some washed up wrestler. You’re riding the real deal.”
Armitage whimpers as hands rub his nipples and hold him down on his back as Kylo’s real hands slap his ass. Armitage didn’t know he could find such a strike pleasurable but soon he’s mumbling for more, “Oh, please Ky-Ah! Alpha! My thighs! Wanna see how you feel on them! Please!”
Kylo worries his lip as he pulls out and flips Armitage over on his back. Armitage gasps as his legs are held bent and open by the Force as Kylo spanks his inner thighs. Kylo licks his palm clean after discovering how slick Armitage’s thighs are. They get even wetter as Armitage strokes himself staring at Kylo’s fully engorged cock. Kylo tsks under his breath, “Don’t make me a bad alpha. No touching yourself while I’m around. I’m here to pleasure you though this heat.”
Armitage blushes sweetly and looks away as his hands try to find a different position. Kylo takes them in one hand and guides his shaft back into Armitage. Armitage leans up with a gasp and Kylo swears he feels arms wrap around his neck pulling him into a kiss. But he squeezes Armitage’s wrists together in his hand as the kiss grows messy with his thrusts. Armitage croons his name between gasps for air. Kylo angles his thrusts to get the loudest shrieks from Armitage. Red hair is damp with sweat and skin down to the trembling belly is a dappled flush. Kylo howls as he starts to feel his knot grow. Armitage’s brows furrow before realization hits him like lightening.
“No, you don’t!” Kylo bites out as he stops Armitage’s orgasm once more. Armitage’s voice cracks as he howls with a visceral desire to cum. Kylo kisses him gently as compensation while his knot nestles into Armitage’s hot, spasming clench. Armitage pulls away from the kiss in a daze, “Alpha, alpha! I need it! Need it all!”
“I will give you everything, my omega,” Kylo vows against Armitage’s neck before nipping at the scent gland. Not a full bite. Kylo still had enough wherewithal to not make such a permanent decision yet. The taste is enough to trigger his orgasm which in turn made Armitage black out from the profound sensation of mutual orgasms as compatible mates. Kylo works on catching his breath while Armitage’s eyes flutter behind pale lids. Kylo has a few minutes to gather the facts, words from their meeting.
Kylo had heard word of a vestigial limb of the Empire was terminated under mysterious circumstances six months ago. He strokes a damp curl away from Armitage’s forehead and admires the vengeful omega in a different light. He also sees scars that are fainter than his but only because Armitage isn’t one to sun bathe in the buff. He hopes to learn how Armitage came out as a victor, but that can be on a different day. For now he shifts so Armitage is laying on him while his knot pulses more cum. Kylo mentally reaches out to see if there’s any servants or droids on the premises. Just a medbot updating. He notices some omega marketed snack bars on the kitchen counter and brings them into the bedroom with his mind. It’s exhausting and he eats one.
Armitage wakes up feeling a deep satisfaction. But he hears crunching near his head. He looks up and sees Kylo Ren eating a ration bar in his bed! “Excuse me, but you better not make any crumbs!”
Kylo looks at him innocently and holds the remaining two bites of bar to Armitage’s lips. Armitage huffs but accepts the nourishment. He nearly chokes in surprise as a glass of water floats up to him with the water serenely still. He thanks Kylo before drinking. His ass pulses for a moment and then Kylo’s length slips out. Armitage groans as he feels his legs, Kylo’s legs, and his sheets get wet with seed. Kylo chuckles, “We’ll eat the other bar in the bath, omega.”
Armitage shakes his head, “I guess I really am an omega.”
“You’re an Arkanisian Omega as well,” Kylo hums while stretching. He gathers up Armitage as the man asks him what that means. “It means that you have some extra influence over people. I'm a Chandrilan Alpha. We're not compatible for baby making.”
“Didn't even know that could be in the cards,” Armitage grumbled as his legs trembled while walking to the bath. "And I don't think I've ever had influence over people like you're saying."
Kylo holds him up, “Hm. Why do you have a medbot?”
“I was drugged and put on too many stimu- oh. Was my father stunting me on purpose?”
Kylo’s vision blurred as he felt rage consume Armitage and himself. He channels his lessons to ground them back to the present. Once their breathing stabilizes, he asks, “He’s long gone?”
“Quite. I was there when he dissolved,” Armitage bites out before eating the bar while Kylo sprays them down for a cursory rinse before turning on the soaking tub. Kylo flashes him a proud smile and Armitage confesses how he murdered the others. Kylo’s approval is everything Armitage ever wanted. The water grows cool as Armitage’s heat surges back with urgency.
Kylo makes love with him while they conspire to use their contacts and abilities for galactic domination. Medone quickly deduces it’s best for them to stay charging until the morning. The official records are updated.
Armitage Hux, Omega, Bonded and Mated with Kylo Ren, Alpha.
The Ragusa reluctantly terminates Kylo’s contract as per his conditions in regards to retiring when bonded. Armitage is banned from the gambling halls due to his powers of persuasion. Kylo’s knights help him with his intonations and tones to keep his targets unaware of his manipulations. Nothing gets Kylo more ready to ravish Armitage than seeing ship builders squabbling over who would win the bid on building Armitage’s Finalizer. Armitage dismisses the beings with annoyance by the end of the hour of negotiations. Kylo is working on undoing Armitage’s belt buckle when one of the builders comes back into the room with a gasp.
They stare blankly while Armitage hisses orders for them to prepare their shipyards in the outer rim for the build. They nod dumbly before backing out of the room backwards. Kylo chuckles as Armitage melts into his thrusts.
What a way to celebrate Life Day.