AN: Like I said. Terrified of this falling into the black man=rapist trope (and still pretty sure I fucking failed). So basically I’m going to focus more on Kylo being afraid of his own body and what it’s making him do then Finn, and Finn both not really realizing (because of the rut it’s triggered) and not knowing how to comfort + calm him.
The door opens and he expects it to be his mother.
Expects to be his mother coming to give him the patronising comfort his childhood was filled will. To tell him not to fight it and just let his body do what it wanted. To tell him that it wasn’t embarrassing or shameful or any of the other lies told to omegas in order to make them complacent in their places in society.
Of course it would also not surprise him if it is his uncle that walks into the room. Luke, the other omega in the family, there to do the same thing his mother would do except with the extra pain of him “understanding” what Kylo is going through. Luke “knows how it feels”.
It isn’t either of them. Isn’t even his father (which would have surprised him but still probably made sense). No, it’s the traitor that enters the room. FN-2187.
“Hey, are you okay?” the traitor asks and No. He shouldn’t be here. He cannot be here.
Kylo had read his file when he kidnapped Dameron and betrayed the First Order. The traitor was an alpha. Which wouldn’t be a problem. If they were still back in the First Order. The Stormtroopers all chemically altered to keep their designations under wraps, made to be Beta’s as far as biology was concerned (some exceptions excluded). They weren’t in the First Order anymore, and the treatment used on the Stormtroopers was different to the one Kylo Ren used. Theirs was placed in their food. The treatment, and their true designations, kept from their knowledge. Only the higher ups could know. Even a few days without the chemicals and their designations would seep back through.
The time between FN-2187’s defection and now? It was long enough for the chemicals to have started wearing off. The traitor is an alpha and Kylo Ren is an omega quickly burning further and further into heat.
The slick soaking through his pants seems to double in production.
“Leave me alone.”
“Are you sure? You look like you’re in pain?” the traitor asks, taking a step closer and Kylo can smell him now. Can smell the alpha pheromones that are starting to bubble to the surface in response to Kylo’s heat.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem it.” Another step closer and Ren has to resist the urge to shift away (to shift closer).
“I am. Just leave.”
“No, I’m not going to leave until you tell me what’s wrong.” He’s moving even closer still, walking over and Kylo bites back a whimper at it. He does smell good. The traitor, a man who he wants (and has tried to make) dead, smells so good and his body wants him so bad and Kylo hates it, hates it all and wants to die rather than keep feeling the aching burn through his body. Ren closes his eyes and tries to fight it off, tries to quell the want that his body has. He doesn’t care if it only proves that something is affecting him, he has to get control over his body again.
“You smell good?” The traitor sounds confused at it, sounds so close. Ren opens his eyes to realise the traitor is kneeling down in front of him, is so close to him that he can feel his breath against his hyposensitive skin. “Like really good.”
Ren wants to lean up and connect their mouths. Wants to pull his clothes off and present himself to the alpha (like some pathetic whore).
Instead he shoves him away. He is still taller than the traitor, still physically stronger despite the burn in his body draining most of his power. He is up on his feet as quick as he can make his muscles move. Ignores the slick that soaks into his pants at the movement and moves away.
He refuses to look at where he was sitting, refuses to look at the glisten on the floor that is evidence that he has managed to leak through his thick pants. That his body is so wet, so needy for it. Instead he focuses his attention onto the traitor, who hasn’t moved from where he landed from Kylo’s shove. Who looks so confused despite his eyes darkening from his body’s reaction to the hormones now flooding it.
“What’s happening?”
“Nothing. You need to leave.”
“No. Tell me.” The traitor pushes himself off the floor and closes the distance between them. He is shorter then Kylo but with the hormones that are now flooding his body and the ones that have been burning through Ren’s for the past while there has been a shift in the powers. Kylo wants to buckle at his knees, if only to correct it. His body wanting to drop so the alpha knows he will submit.
Instead he draws sharp breaths through his nose, fighting his body’s instincts with every part of his will he has left.
“You smell so good,” the traitor still seems so confused at those words as his eyes explore Kylo’s face, focus in on his lips. Ren knows what is going to happen next, and try as he might to fight it, his body thrums in excitement for it.
The traitor moves forward and connects their lips and despite everything he is putting into stopping it a moan (a filthy, sluttish, moan) breaks his lips. The traitor moves forward and Ren moves back until his back hits the wall, and there are hands on his hips now. Hands with a bruising grip and it feel so right and he knows he never wanted this.
The traitor breaks the kiss and moves to kiss along Ren’s neck. It’s instinctual, Ren knows, just as he knows it’s instinctual that it feels so good to have those lips pressing against his neck. Knows it’s instinctual that he wraps his arms around the traitor’s back and pulls him closer, to make their bodies rub together.
When teeth gently graze against his neck his mind comes back to him, if only for a moment, and he manages to shove the traitor off him. To get some distance between them as he tries to catch his breath and his mind and fight back the burning that now feels like it will never leave him unless he gives it what it wants. Will leave him in agony unless he gives im and fulfils the demands of his designation.
The traitor looks like he is trying to pull himself together as well. Looks like he is suffering just as much as Ren is from this. Which is ridiculous. His body is still mostly the same. He hasn’t had a part of his anatomy temporarily rearranged. Isn’t the one who feels like he will burn up if he isn’t bred. Feels like the only way to make the suffering stop is have a knot buried deep in him, pumping him full of seed that will hopefully take. He gets it easy. Ren is the one that is really suffering.
“You need to leave,” Kylo says again, as if this time it will work. As if they aren’t both completely screwed now that their pheromones have joined and dragged them into the subspaces of their designations. Haven’t sentenced them to the brutal dance that is heat and rut combined.
He wishes it had been his mother or his uncle that came to comfort him. Their patronising comfort so much preferable to an alpha that reeks of virility and strength.
“Yeah, I probably should,” the traitor manages to pant out and Ren finds hope swell up inside him at that. That maybe he might escape the fate yet.
He doesn’t leave though, and after a few more seconds they’ve somehow reconnected. Not that Kylo is sure who moved to whom (maybe they both did?). Reconnected and tumbling to the ground and the traitor’s hands are now moving to tug at his Ren’s robes as his mouth kisses and bites at his lips. Kylo’s body sings its praises for the actions while his mind screams in panic.
Ren’s hands are pushing the traitor’s shirt up and the traitor pulls away to tug it off before returning to trying to disrobe Kylo. Trying to get to his prize.
And Kylo Ren lets him. Kylo Ren moans when the traitor manages to get the top part of his robes off (some piece of it torn off in frustration) and lips suckle on and bite at a now exposed (and apparently sensitive) nipple. Kylo Ren pants at the bruising gropes, the need for the traitor to mark him clear to them both. Kylo Ren shifts his hips up so the traitor can pull his pants down. Kylo Ren is going to let the traitor penetrate him, is going to let him fuck him and knot him and breed him. Kylo Ren’s body wants the traitor’s child to grow in him.
He pushes him off, pushes the traitor off and gets away from him. He can’t. He won’t. He will not become some common omega whore that will just let any alpha fuck them in heat. He cannot let that happen. He has to escape somehow. Has to get away from the traitor-alpha and regain his mind.
He only realises he is backing away when he hits the wall. Realises he is backing away and realises he has nowhere to back away to in the same moment. He is as much trapped in this room as he is his designation and heat-addled body. There is no escape. Nothing he can do to fight it. His body already in agony from the heat that he knows is probably days off ending. Knows the only other option of relief is in the form of an alpha and a knot and a flood of seed that may result in a child.
It won’t stop him from trying to find an out though. And when the door opens again he contemplates running for it before remembering that he is an omega in heat in the middle of a Resistance base that likely is crawling with alphas (not to mention the shame of the Resistance seeing him like this: naked and desperate and scared).
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The door opens and he expects it to be his mother.
Expects to be his mother coming to give him the patronising comfort his childhood was filled will. To tell him not to fight it and just let his body do what it wanted. To tell him that it wasn’t embarrassing or shameful or any of the other lies told to omegas in order to make them complacent in their places in society.
Of course it would also not surprise him if it is his uncle that walks into the room. Luke, the other omega in the family, there to do the same thing his mother would do except with the extra pain of him “understanding” what Kylo is going through. Luke “knows how it feels”.
It isn’t either of them. Isn’t even his father (which would have surprised him but still probably made sense). No, it’s the traitor that enters the room. FN-2187.
“Hey, are you okay?” the traitor asks and No. He shouldn’t be here. He cannot be here.
Kylo had read his file when he kidnapped Dameron and betrayed the First Order. The traitor was an alpha. Which wouldn’t be a problem. If they were still back in the First Order. The Stormtroopers all chemically altered to keep their designations under wraps, made to be Beta’s as far as biology was concerned (some exceptions excluded). They weren’t in the First Order anymore, and the treatment used on the Stormtroopers was different to the one Kylo Ren used. Theirs was placed in their food. The treatment, and their true designations, kept from their knowledge. Only the higher ups could know. Even a few days without the chemicals and their designations would seep back through.
The time between FN-2187’s defection and now? It was long enough for the chemicals to have started wearing off. The traitor is an alpha and Kylo Ren is an omega quickly burning further and further into heat.
The slick soaking through his pants seems to double in production.
“Leave me alone.”
“Are you sure? You look like you’re in pain?” the traitor asks, taking a step closer and Kylo can smell him now. Can smell the alpha pheromones that are starting to bubble to the surface in response to Kylo’s heat.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t seem it.” Another step closer and Ren has to resist the urge to shift away (to shift closer).
“I am. Just leave.”
“No, I’m not going to leave until you tell me what’s wrong.” He’s moving even closer still, walking over and Kylo bites back a whimper at it. He does smell good. The traitor, a man who he wants (and has tried to make) dead, smells so good and his body wants him so bad and Kylo hates it, hates it all and wants to die rather than keep feeling the aching burn through his body. Ren closes his eyes and tries to fight it off, tries to quell the want that his body has. He doesn’t care if it only proves that something is affecting him, he has to get control over his body again.
“You smell good?” The traitor sounds confused at it, sounds so close. Ren opens his eyes to realise the traitor is kneeling down in front of him, is so close to him that he can feel his breath against his hyposensitive skin. “Like really good.”
Ren wants to lean up and connect their mouths. Wants to pull his clothes off and present himself to the alpha (like some pathetic whore).
Instead he shoves him away. He is still taller than the traitor, still physically stronger despite the burn in his body draining most of his power. He is up on his feet as quick as he can make his muscles move. Ignores the slick that soaks into his pants at the movement and moves away.
He refuses to look at where he was sitting, refuses to look at the glisten on the floor that is evidence that he has managed to leak through his thick pants. That his body is so wet, so needy for it. Instead he focuses his attention onto the traitor, who hasn’t moved from where he landed from Kylo’s shove. Who looks so confused despite his eyes darkening from his body’s reaction to the hormones now flooding it.
“What’s happening?”
“Nothing. You need to leave.”
“No. Tell me.” The traitor pushes himself off the floor and closes the distance between them. He is shorter then Kylo but with the hormones that are now flooding his body and the ones that have been burning through Ren’s for the past while there has been a shift in the powers. Kylo wants to buckle at his knees, if only to correct it. His body wanting to drop so the alpha knows he will submit.
Instead he draws sharp breaths through his nose, fighting his body’s instincts with every part of his will he has left.
“You smell so good,” the traitor still seems so confused at those words as his eyes explore Kylo’s face, focus in on his lips. Ren knows what is going to happen next, and try as he might to fight it, his body thrums in excitement for it.
The traitor moves forward and connects their lips and despite everything he is putting into stopping it a moan (a filthy, sluttish, moan) breaks his lips. The traitor moves forward and Ren moves back until his back hits the wall, and there are hands on his hips now. Hands with a bruising grip and it feel so right and he knows he never wanted this.
The traitor breaks the kiss and moves to kiss along Ren’s neck. It’s instinctual, Ren knows, just as he knows it’s instinctual that it feels so good to have those lips pressing against his neck. Knows it’s instinctual that he wraps his arms around the traitor’s back and pulls him closer, to make their bodies rub together.
When teeth gently graze against his neck his mind comes back to him, if only for a moment, and he manages to shove the traitor off him. To get some distance between them as he tries to catch his breath and his mind and fight back the burning that now feels like it will never leave him unless he gives it what it wants. Will leave him in agony unless he gives im and fulfils the demands of his designation.
The traitor looks like he is trying to pull himself together as well. Looks like he is suffering just as much as Ren is from this. Which is ridiculous. His body is still mostly the same. He hasn’t had a part of his anatomy temporarily rearranged. Isn’t the one who feels like he will burn up if he isn’t bred. Feels like the only way to make the suffering stop is have a knot buried deep in him, pumping him full of seed that will hopefully take. He gets it easy. Ren is the one that is really suffering.
“You need to leave,” Kylo says again, as if this time it will work. As if they aren’t both completely screwed now that their pheromones have joined and dragged them into the subspaces of their designations. Haven’t sentenced them to the brutal dance that is heat and rut combined.
He wishes it had been his mother or his uncle that came to comfort him. Their patronising comfort so much preferable to an alpha that reeks of virility and strength.
“Yeah, I probably should,” the traitor manages to pant out and Ren finds hope swell up inside him at that. That maybe he might escape the fate yet.
He doesn’t leave though, and after a few more seconds they’ve somehow reconnected. Not that Kylo is sure who moved to whom (maybe they both did?). Reconnected and tumbling to the ground and the traitor’s hands are now moving to tug at his Ren’s robes as his mouth kisses and bites at his lips. Kylo’s body sings its praises for the actions while his mind screams in panic.
Ren’s hands are pushing the traitor’s shirt up and the traitor pulls away to tug it off before returning to trying to disrobe Kylo. Trying to get to his prize.
And Kylo Ren lets him. Kylo Ren moans when the traitor manages to get the top part of his robes off (some piece of it torn off in frustration) and lips suckle on and bite at a now exposed (and apparently sensitive) nipple. Kylo Ren pants at the bruising gropes, the need for the traitor to mark him clear to them both. Kylo Ren shifts his hips up so the traitor can pull his pants down. Kylo Ren is going to let the traitor penetrate him, is going to let him fuck him and knot him and breed him. Kylo Ren’s body wants the traitor’s child to grow in him.
He pushes him off, pushes the traitor off and gets away from him. He can’t. He won’t. He will not become some common omega whore that will just let any alpha fuck them in heat. He cannot let that happen. He has to escape somehow. Has to get away from the traitor-alpha and regain his mind.
He only realises he is backing away when he hits the wall. Realises he is backing away and realises he has nowhere to back away to in the same moment. He is as much trapped in this room as he is his designation and heat-addled body. There is no escape. Nothing he can do to fight it. His body already in agony from the heat that he knows is probably days off ending. Knows the only other option of relief is in the form of an alpha and a knot and a flood of seed that may result in a child.
It won’t stop him from trying to find an out though. And when the door opens again he contemplates running for it before remembering that he is an omega in heat in the middle of a Resistance base that likely is crawling with alphas (not to mention the shame of the Resistance seeing him like this: naked and desperate and scared).