172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now. ” Emperor Hux to NB-Mitaka? (Maybe Kylo too if you want)
[This is set 2 months after the end of For The Empire. TW for NB preg.]
The Emperor frequently travelled off world, and where he went the Lord Protector followed.
Dopheld didn’t have that option. He was Hux’ secretary yes, but he was also the main liaison between the Imperial mind and the government in the Emperor’s absence. He had missed the two of them terribly, but there wasn’t really any alternative to staying behind.
Still, they’d be home soon. He just had to get through this evening’s welcoming banquet and then they could retire to bed at last.
“I don’t think we should leave the food alone in here,” one waiter muttered to his colleague, “if there’s no one to guard it then ‘Taka might eat it all.”
The other man snorted but wisely kept his mouth shut on the topic of Dopheld’s ‘weight gain’.
Frankly he was baffled that at this stage most of the staff were still under the delusion that he was just getting fat. It was ridiculous. He looked like Starkiller Base.
At least the security teams weren’t that stupid. But then they were all under the control of Kylo’s Knights. They had a vested interest in protecting their Master’s children. One of them had even offered him a chair.
He wished he’d accepted it- his feet and back were killing him. It would have been against protocol though. They weren’t married yet so he was still just a secretary. He had to keep standing.
Only a few more minutes…
He felt that familiar warm darkness brush against his mind a second or two before a large hand came to rest companionably against his waist. If Kylo’s fingers were straying onto his stomach well that was just a result of their difference in size, Dopheld told himself as he fought to remaining professional.
“Lord Protector,” he said with a nod.
“There’s no need to stand on ceremony,” Kylo drawled.
“This is an official banquet, sir, there is every need…” he began to reply only to cut himself off when the Emperor swept into the room.
Hux looked exhausted, like he usually did after such a trip, but Dopheld was pleased that his spirits seemed to lift when they made eye contact. A rare smile spread across his expression to light his face from the inside.
“Welcome home, my liege,” Dopheld said with an answering smile. “The banquet preparations are almost complete, with ten minutes to spare before your guests arrive.”
“Good.” Hux nodded. “In that case, everybody out. Now.”
Dopheld tried to stammer out, “but my liege, the preparations…” but the words stuck in his throat and got tangled with his heart as Hux stalked towards him with an intense look.
“The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now.” It was more of a purr than a statement and Dopheld suddenly found himself caught with his back against the immovable object that was Kylo Ren.
The staff weren’t done leaving yet but Hux didn’t seem to care about the gawping audience.
His long slender hands were already coming up to frame the sides of Dopheld’s belly while Kylo’s slid around to cover it top and bottom.
After so long spent alone but for the slowly growing movements of the twins the sensation was already overwhelming. Dopheld couldn’t hold in the groan of satisfaction at the contact.
The sound turned into a sigh when Kylo bent to kiss his neck, and then was swallowed entirely by the Emperor’s mouth.
He couldn’t see past the bright red hair in front of him to see if any of the staff still lingered, but he found that he really didn’t care.
Hux pulled away with a murmur of surprise when one of the twins kicked his hand. Woken by their sibling the other took to wriggling against Kylo’s palm.
Dopheld had told them about this development during one of their daily holocalls but clearly feeling was believing.
The Emperor looked past Dopheld for a moment. Kylo’s chin shifted gently against his hair when their silent discussion reached its conclusion.
“Ikvar?” Kylo called towards the guard closest to the door. “Inform our guests that the banquet is cancelled.”
“What?” Dopheld asked. The sound of the door opening probably covered his words, but Hux bent his head to resume kissing him anyway.
“Tanma, M’di, take some of this food to our quarters,” Kylo continued a little louder over the sounds of confusion from the hallway.
“My liege,” Dopheld said when he finally managed to escape the Emperor’s lips. “I really must protest, this banquet has been weeks in the preparation…”
“I don’t care, I’d rather have a private meal,” Hux murmured, kissing ostentatiously along Dopheld’s neck.
“Sir, the political ramific…”
“I don’t care.”
Cold hands had found their way under the hem of his oversized tunic now. It was very distracting. And compromising.
“My Emperor, the doors are open, this is not appropriate…”
“Mitaka here is carrying our heirs and will be married to us by the end of the month!” Kylo shouted towards the door making Dopheld flush and Hux laugh against his skin.
“Sir!”
“I’m sure you’ll all understand.” Hux said loudly without turning. It was that tone of voice he used to mean ‘or else’.
Someone in the corridor shouted their congratulations. Someone else tried to start a cheer going but it was soon drowned out by feverish speculation.
“Now that that’s sorted,” Hux said, “Will you be joining us willingly or should I have Kylo carry you?”
“Too slow!” Kylo said with a laugh before Dopheld could even open his lips.
All he managed was a shriek that turned into laugh as he was hauled up into the Lord Protector’s arms.
Hux leaned in to kiss them both. “So much has changed in a month. I think we’ll have to take our time with you.”
Now that was something Dopheld really couldn’t argue against…
I wish you would write a fic where hux hides love notes for someone (kylo or taka or another hux) to find throughout the day and they get progressively easier to find/more recognizable and progressively more sexual as the day goes on
Oh I love this. I have an Modern Emperors idea for this but its soooo far in the future it’d contain way too many spoilers to post here. But I’m gonna write it.
But I also love the idea of Hux and Kylo leaving notes for pregnant Mitaka while he’s going about his day, attached to official documents and things since he’s still the Emperor’s assistant, twins or no. They’d probably be half filth, half gentle encouragement depending on how far along he is and how well he’s coping with it. Mitaka has to resist the urge to take a red pen to Kylo’s notes though, the man writes like he’s using a crayon.
