A/N: Having to create new excuses for them to continue fucking was surprisingly harder then I though. Also Fork in the Road needed love (although that next chapter took less time than I thought it would – this just took longer to edit then I though it would). BACK NOW THOUGH. There will be (probably) only one more part after this (not included the BONUS ‘what if’ thing that’s now to be added). Also according to this fics logic Kylo Ren watches a lot of trashy romance holo.



It takes a while for the knot to go down. Not an insanely long time. Certainly not the hours that preteens and trashy romance novels go on about. The two of them are not tied for any period of time even remotely approaching an hour. It’s much more like ten minutes (and even then probably shy of it).

Still, those ten minutes are awkward and uncomfortable. Ren’s heat content enough that there is nothing more he can do (nothing more it can force him to do) to be bred and backs off from the incessant burning need it was pumping through his body. Kylo’s mind is as clear as it will likely be until the heat has finally broken and gone from for good. His mind is clear and his body feels more like his body again. That is, of course, if he ignores Dameron’s penis buried and tied inside him. Ignores Dameron’s body on top of him, supporting his weight on his arms as if he would crush Ren should he rest on him (as if Ren isn’t clearly the larger and stronger of the two of them).

The knot does go down and Dameron pulls out and for a brief second Ren swears he can feel his connection with the Force: bright and unhindered. He tries to reach for it, to see if he can use it to break the heat. However the moment he reaches for it the haze returns and it is back to being something on the edge of his consciousness. Something he knows to be there but cannot hope to get control of.

Dameron is still there as well. He has pulled out but not moved away. Is still hovering over Ren with a concerned look on his face.

Ren wants to kill him for it.

He wants to push him off and cower himself into the back corner of the bed. To try and chase that glimmer of connection to the Force while denying it all. Denying what has already happened as well as the knowledge that this relief is only temporary. That the desperate wanting, burning, need will rise up again and he will be a slave to his body and hormones once more.

“You’re okay,” Dameron says, reaching out to gently stroke Ren’s cheek. His touch seems to rekindle the passive burn in Kylo’s body. To break the reprieve and once more set it upon its path of increasing intensity that will end with him in agonising suffering lest he give his body what it demands again.

He doesn’t want to end up back there again. Wants to stay in this moment where the blur and want are merely haze in the back of his mind. There but ignorable. Something that with meditation he should be able to break through.

“You can leave now,” Ren says because he’d rather be alone with the agony then deal with the emotions that the comfort and care of the alphas kindles in him. He has hopefully given his body enough of what it demands that it will not kill him for denying it for so long. Hopes that the rest of the heat will be agony but not lethal. He is strong enough to deal with agony (should have been strong enough to choose death over submission to his enemies). “Both of you.”

“You don’t mean it,” Dameron says and Ren’s body seems to warm up in agreement. The haze increasing its strength over his mind and his blood pumping under his skin starting to burn up again. The leak of slick from him starts up again, having momentarily stopped at some point after the knot had tied Dameron to him.

“Don’t you dare claim to know what I mean.” The heat has not yet burned out his anger but he knows it will soon. Knows he only has precious few moments of himself left before it is dulled by the heat and the desperate need to be mated.

“It’s only fair. You dragged information I didn’t want to give you out of my mind, I can do the same with your body.” There is a brief, dangerous darkness to Dameron’s eyes and maybe that would be preferable. Maybe staying with the First Order and being found by Hux actually what he should have wanted. A degrading, brutal mating, that proved that his heats and status as an omega are weaknesses. Proves them something that must be purged to live up to his grandfather’s legacy. Maybe that is what he actually wants rather than the too kind hands of Dameron or the curious ones of the traitor.

The darkness in Dameron’s eyes fade and with it a panic in Ren’s gut that he did not even realise had risen until it was no longer there. Apparently the obnoxious, reassuring touch is better than the alternative. Apparently the weakness he has spent so long trying to stifle is still there and has found strength in his altered state of mind.

Dameron presses a kiss to Ren’s forehead and moves so he is no longer leaning over him. He leaves the bed, and goes over to where his pants lay on the floor, easily putting them on.

Kylo takes the chance to sit up. Bunches himself on top of the sheets to try and hide some of the evidence of his heat and sex. He refuses to grab the blanket and try to cover himself with it. Refuses to be that omega. The one in all the trashy romance holos who blush and cover themselves after mating with an alpha. The ones that go “don’t look at me” and hide until their alpha comes over and assures them that it’s natural and beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of and that they look very attractive all wet and filled with their alpha’s seed. Kylo Ren may (and does) hate his body for the degrading want it is forcing him to feel but it, at its core, is still his body and has served him well in most matters until now. He’d rather his body return to being what he is used to. Rather the slick that is coating his thighs and leaking from him dry up. Rather be able to blindly hate the two alphas in the room instead of having to constantly fight the urge to roll over and beg them both to fill him up with the dicks, and knots, and seed.

The traitor has gotten up as well. He has followed Dameron and pulled him into one of the corner of the room (the same one Ren cowed himself into and he honestly hates that corner). Ren watches them talk in hushed voices and wishes he still had his connection to the force. Wishes he could read what they were saying instead of having to listen to the beat of his blood pumping through his body. Listen to the squish of cum and slick leaking out of him at every movement of his body.

It seems to be building faster this time. Giving Ren less warning of what will come and just moving back to demanding more. It’s already reached the point of making him want to bury his fingers into himself to try and quell it. Reached the point where he has to fight against the urge to whimper and moan. Fight against his body’s want to do something, anything, to attract the alphas back to him from where they are in the corner of the room. To make them remember that he is there and ready for them. To make them fuck and knot him. To fill him up with the potential of allowing a child, their child, to grow deep inside him.

Ren shuts his eyes and tries to keep his breath steady. Focuses the entirely of his consciousness on not just leaning forward and burying his fingers into himself and moaning like a wonton slut.

He succeeds mostly. His breath may not be as even as he wants it, coming out in pants instead of even drags, but he hasn’t moved. Hasn’t moved either to present himself to better get the alphas’ attentions nor to attempt to obtain relief at his own fingers.

He doesn’t care that he probably looks strange – a statute of an omega with slick pouring out of him and uneven rise and fall of chest being the only signs of life. He doesn’t care what he looks like. Doesn’t care what the alphas or resistance or even his family think of him (maybe if he keeps telling himself that it’ll become true).

The bed shifts indicating that one of the two alphas has climbed on it. Ren doesn’t open his eyes to find out who, doesn’t care until a hand reaches out to gently cup his jaw and he has to bite back a moan at it. Bite back his bodies want to whimper or make some other sign of yes, please, more.

It’s Dameron’s hand on his jaw but the traitor on the bed with him.

The traitor looks uncomfortable with the situation. Ren hopes he regrets coming into the room in the first place. Hopes he hates what his body is doing in response to Ren’s heat as much as Kylo hates the heat itself. Not that it would be possible. An alpha’s mind and body is not stolen from them anywhere near as much as an omegas. Even now the traitor is still mostly himself. Ren however feels like a passenger in a body that will complete its own objectives regardless of his wishes.

Dameron’s hand gently twists Ren’s head so Kylo’s attention is on him instead of the traitor.

“Do you want us to get you through?”

The obvious, clear, rational answer is no. The answer Kylo should give is no. He should say no and make them leave and just suffer through the rest of the heat by himself. He should take it as a chance to strengthen himself. To learn how to master his body and mind even when both have rebelled and are pushing him with every bit of their power to take a certain course of action. He should say no and meditate and try to chase down the brief reconnection with the Force he felt so to try and defeat the heats power with that.

He doesn’t say no. He is weak and cannot stand the burning under his skin and the craving want. Cannot stand the need that feels as if it originates from every part of his being.

His nod earns him a chaste kiss from Dameron and the traitor moving from sitting on the bed just out of reach to being completely in his space.

It is easier to slip under the heat this time. Easier to accept that in this moment Kylo Ren is an omega and not the Leader of the Knights of Ren. The sickening feeling deep in the back of his mind is still there but he knows what to expect now so his fears are only limited to what will happen when the heat finally breaks for good not what will happen within it.

The traitor moves faster than Dameron does. Spends less time warning Ren about what he is doing next and more just doing it. He is still generous with his kisses and praise although sounds just as confused as to the pleasure and need of it all as Kylo feels.

He doesn’t seem to mind that another alpha has already claimed Ren. Greedily licking (and nipping, which Dameron didn’t do but Kylo cannot really find complaint about it in his heat-addled state) at Ren’s entrance as if he is trying to drink up every bit of cum and slick that is oozing out of him. His fingers push in deep and Kylo cannot help but arch at it. Cannot help but arch and moan as his body’s need for more grows.

“You look good like this,” Dameron says. The traitor hums in agreement, face no longer buried between Kylo’s legs as his fingers explore much deeper than his tongue was capable of.

“Shut up,” Ren manages to growl out but even he can hear how little heat it has despite being muffled in his ears from the sound of his own blood pumping. He doesn’t want to hear it because he doesn’t look good like this. He could never look good giving into his body’s base impulses like some non-sentient beast. He has crafted his image with precision and years of training. Crafted an image of power and greatness despite his body’s biological proclivities. He will not give it up just because he has lost the fight with his hormones and allowed their demands be fulfilled.

He is still Kylo Ren. Still one of the few beings in the galaxy trusted enough by the Supreme Leader to receive his teachings. He will still bring order back to the galaxy. Will find a way to escape and return to his allies once the week and his heat burns out.

He is still all of those things despite the fact his body has revolted and forced submission out of him. He is still Kylo Ren even now, when he whines as the traitor removes his fingers and shifts them so he can line himself up.

Kylo shuts his eyes and steadies his breath for the actual penetration. A second passes then another one and after a third of having the head of the traitor’s penis lined up without actually breaching he opens his eyes to see the traitor’s own watching him carefully.

One of the traitor’s hands come up to cup his jaw and stroke his cheek. Ren watches as he shuts his eyes to steady his breath. Watches a tongue dart out to moisten dry lips. “You… ah… you’re okay with this?”

“Yes.” Kylo reaches up and removes the hand from his face. “Get on with it. Unless you can’t do it. In which case get off and let Dameron get on.”

The traitor shakes his head and licks his lips, and there is defiantly lust darkening his eyes. “No. No. I can do it.”

“Then hurry up.” Ren half regrets the taunts when the traitor nods again, shifts both their hips just slightly, and pushes in with one strong thrust. It is hard to completely regret something when his whole body sings with pleasure at getting what it wants.

It takes a few thrusts for the traitor to find a rhythm. To find what angle to thrust at, where he wants his hands, exactly how much power he wants to put into each thrust. He does find it though and soon the last remnants of Kylo Ren are once against dragged under and consumed by his heat and things as far as his awareness is concerned go pleasurably blurry once again.

This time the knot is less of a surprise. He knows that it will be uncomfortable nearly to the point of pain. He knows it will stop before actually crossing over into pain. He knows awareness and thought will be cruelly given back to them both and they will be stuck in an awkward limbo of not being able to separate from each other but no longer affected by the craving need to be tied together.

When the knot starts to swell Ren shuts his eyes and tries to keep his breathing even despite the flash of panic that maybe this time it won’t stop until he is split in two.

It does. Just like with Dameron it stops before the precipice into pain. Stops and sends the hormone that allowed them both to do this in the first place out of their blood and minds. Leaves them both clear headed but impossibly tied to each other. Unable to escape the awkwardness that quickly fills the air in replacement of pheromones.

The difference in the alphas’ levels of experience shows in this moment more than it did anywhere else. Dameron had some idea as to how to deal with this. Had some idea of where to rest his weight and balance himself in order to minimise the discomfort for them both. The traitor does not. Instead he keeps shifting as he tries to find a comfortable position. Each movement making the knot inside Ren shift and press, each time threatening to make the feeling of it go over the edge from discomfort to pain.

After a minute of bearing it Kylo has had enough. He locks his thighs around the traitor’s hips and tells him in no uncertain terms to stop moving.

And the traitor does. He goes deathly still as if afraid that Ren would use the fact that they are tied together to kill him while he has no ability to escape (Ren does not want to think about what would happen if the traitor did try to escape while they were still tired together). Ren isn’t going to kill him. No matter how tempted he is.