“You’re going to need stitches.”
The man chuckles weakly, hand pressing against the wound as he tries to take a deep breath, fighting off his panic. It wouldn’t do to get himself demoted over forgetting years of practice. “I’m sure it’s nothing. I’ve had worse. You…you don’t have to worry about me.” He says, eyes flickering to the now shattered window where the projectile had come through.
Easy diplomatic mission, my ass. He thinks to himself, trying to force his hands to stop shaking.
Phel can’t stifled a breathy moan, managing to push his pants down his thighs a bit. He swallows again and nods, brown eyes looking up at Hux like a puppy. “You can. Where ever you want. I-I want it..need it actually…d-don’t be startled about the..ah… self lubrication.”
Hux cannot conceal the smile illuminating his face as he looks Mitaka over. He moves closer and touches his lieutenant’s hip… “I hope you don’t feel I’m taking advantage of your… condition.” He wants to convince himself he’s nothing like Kylo Ren. Yet he’s sure Dopheld wouldn’t consent to this if he were not an omega. Would he? No one had ever to Armitage’s knowledge wanted him like this.
His fingertips slide to the inside of Dopheld’s thigh before he touches another man’s cock for the first time.
He was sure the way he would occasionally catch Dopheld looking at him at the Academy was all in his head. But the fact of the matter was he needed help.
The other hand moves under him, nearing his wet—
The door slam open and Kylo Ren is FURIOUS. Before Hux knows what has happened he has been flung across the room via the Force and the Knight is straddling Mitaka, pulling his wrists over his head.
“REN! Get off! Get OUT!” Armitage pushes Kylo off and throws a punch to his face shortly thereafter.
“He’s mine! Fuck you!” Kylo replies, blood gushing from his nose. His lightsaber comes to life.
Dopheld screams in pain as his arms are pulled above his head, pulling at his wounds. “Ow…alpha ow!” He cries out, kicking at him. He scoots back on the bed, confused and probably a little too horny for this.
He flinches back a little when the saber lights up, remembering the time it had been far too close to his face. “S-stop it alphas! S-stop!” He begs, ignoring the thought of wanting to lick the blood off of Kylo’s face. He pulls the blanket around himself, shivering. “C-could..could share..” his heat addled brain supplies.
“Do I LOOK like a man interested in SHARING?” Kylo asked. It was a miracle he didn’t strike Dopheld.
“I will not have you harm him!” Armitage exclaimed, drawing a blaster from his coat that had been on the desk chair.
After the shot to his shoulder, the grimacing knight released his hold on Dopheld and summoned the weapon to his hand. “You really want to die tonight, don’t you, Hux?”
Phel squeaks, stumbling awkwardly to get between them, wrapped in the sheet. “S-stop it! Stop fighting. I-I’m..I’m not a toy! And you didn’t want anything to do with me until a few minutes ago…uh…Supreme leader, sir. Called me all sorts of mean names.” He sways quite a bit, stumbling into Hux as the adrenaline starts to drain and the pain comes back along with his quickly setting in heat.
“W-who would want to sleep with someone t-that calls t-them a lying b-bitch… t-then nearly rips their arm off. Didn’t even a-say sorry..” he stutters, resisting the urge to nuzzle into Hux’s coat.
