A/N: Thanks for your reviews, they help fuel me! Made it through the Kylo Ren comics, doesn't look like *too* much has really changed, at least not yet. I will be trying to integrate in some of the names of the Knights of Ren now that they have been revealed. There is later graphic sexuality, so please feel free to skip over if that's not for you, enjoy!

Over the course of the next few weeks I fell into a comfortable schedule: wake up, eat, agility and strength training, eat, meditation and force wielding, piloting or weapons training, eat, sleep. Repeat. There was a comfort in the repetitive and familiar, and the long days that left me feeling exhausted both mentally and physically.

With each passing day, the tasks grew more comfortable, less challenging. I had a level of control I'd never had before, but Kylo and the other Knights of Ren would intentionally push, probe, and do whatever else they needed to in order to entice my rage, and I would find it spilling out in new and terrifying ways as a result.

The blue lightning had yet to repeat itself, but other skills I had no idea I possessed were being fleshed out and honed in.

On one such occasion, I was training with the Zabrack, Trudgen, on weapons. I had found out on my own that aside from Kylo, the other Knights of Ren possessed minimal force abilities, although they were extremely skilled in weaponry and hand to hand combat. Their reduced force abilities would explain why the angorium pipe effects were much stronger for me as Kylo had hinted.

Trudgen yielded his typical vibrocleaver, and I had a large axe. He brought down the cleaver on either side of me which I leaned back to avoid, and returned with a thrust, narrowly missing the armor on his right shoulder.

He pushed forward and had me cornered in the sparring chamber, my mind filled with panic, not wanting to have to nurse another wound. I slashed forward clumsily and he easily deflected with his blade. My eyes closed, and I reached outwards, shouting, as I watched him fly across the room, and I was able to hold him against the wall. A slow smile spread across my face in excitement and I tilted my head to inspect the situation further.

"Very funny, care to let me down now?" I laughed gleefully as he slowly descended to his feet. He shook his arms and let the vibrocleaver fall to his side.

"Well done Sonia." Kylo's voice barked from his helmet. He stood in the doorway, mask on, cowl wrapped around his head. His thoughts and emotions closed off to me visually and spiritually.

"Walk with me." I hung the axe up against the wall and walked with trepidation past Trudgen and over to Kylo, looking up in question. He only kept his gaze straight ahead, arms at his sides as he strode with purpose down the cavernous hallways.

"Master Ren?" We suddenly stopped before a chasm in the cavern, the makeshift lighting hanging from old wiring on the cavern walls was too dim to see how far down the drop was. My question echoed in the chamber around us, and as I leaned carefully over the side the drop appeared to merge into darkness, a dampness clung in the air and the smell of earth and water surrounded us.

"The time has come, for you to face the first trial." The electronically modified voice softly spoke to me.

"And what exactly is the first tri…" Before I could finish the sentence, his arm outstretched and I felt myself hurled over the side, my back facing towards the pit, I had no view of the drop down, and all that stood between me and a likely deadly fall was Kylo's outstretched hand, holding me in place.

I felt my stomach drop and the prickling of fear and adrenaline coursed through my body. My mouth became dry and I swallowed uncomfortably, not sure what to do.

"Do you feel it?" He pleaded, hand still outstretched, shaking only slightly.

"Feel what?" I said, panicked.

"The fear. Do you feel it?" The prickling grew stronger almost…euphoric. Orgasmic in a way.

"Yes, so if you would just bring me back up now…"

"No. This is your test. Feel your fear. Let it grow. Harness it. And pull yourself free."

"But I don't…"

"I'm going to let you go, use it."

Suddenly I was dropping, wind whipping around my head, I was terrified, but I did as I was told. In desperation I reached and I channeled the prickling into strength in my body, through the force, willing my physical form upwards, until the gust changed and now my hair was flowing back behind me as I flew towards the edge, gliding through the air like a feather and settling down gracefully next to him.

"I am pleased. You've passed." The modulated voice slowly told me.

"Well," I breathed heavily, "I am pissed."

"That's the point. Come apprentice, we have much more to discuss."

Kylo had led me back to his private chambers, which until this point, I had only seen the door to. It was almost an identical replica of my own, but hints of him were scattered around me. They seemed to offer a few fragmented pieces of who he truly was.

There was a small desk with a stack of ancient looking books, a flagon of Corellian Whiskey on a small dining table, a painting with a black background, swirls of red and flecks of white spattered over it. A regal looking jeweled pendant, that appeared it had been meant for someone with a more delicate frame.

There was a small hiss and he removed his mask, setting it on a table off to the side. When he revealed his face there was a hint of something, perhaps sadness, but I was unsure why.

"You've done very well, I'm very pleased with how you've progressed." He looked off to the side, tracing a gloved finger over the bottle of Corellian Whiskey before pouring a small amount into two shiny black cups. He plucked them up with two fingers of one of his hands, offering them my direction and only momentarily meeting my eyes before dropping them away.

"Thank you." I plucked one from him and gently sipped, letting the spicy burning liquid trickle down my throat, warming me from the inside.

"I went through the same test, you know. Snoke hadn't been quite as kind to me."

I almost choked with a laugh and he looked up, startled.

"I don't want to think what that means." He paced over to the jewel, picking it up in his hand to consider it and then let it drop. A marked silence draped over the room.

"I understand you know, loss." With his few quietly uttered words the wound in my heart reopened fresh, the pained expression on my mother's face, the sudden feeling of life leaving her body cold, a shattered vessel. He looked into my eyes and now I had no doubt of the sadness I thought I saw, as I could now feel it too. I held his gaze and downed the rest of the whiskey, then walked past him to refill my cup.

"Let's not speak of it. You told me my past was behind me remember? To use it?" His face changed suddenly, the softness dissipated and he straightened himself.

"The timing of your training improvements appears to be right, as we've been asked to go on a mission."

"A mission?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"There's a planet, deep in the outer rim. It has valuable resources for the First Order effort, and so we seek to occupy and bring Order."

"That seems fairly straightforward, especially for the troops, what purpose is there for us?"

"You're quite astute. There's a known Resistance sympathizer, who we believe has been helping to send transmissions of classified information between them and the New Republic. He is very resourceful, and has easily evaded our troops on multiple occasions."

He scoffed.

"That's what happens when the Supreme Leader leaves a valuable task to Hux."

"We'll travel with the rest of the Knights at daylight and regroup with the Finalizer." I felt the pit of my stomach fall to the floor.

"The Finalizer?" What would my old colleagues think of me now? Would they be frightened, or would they be spiteful? And then there was Hux.

"Put your feelings for that sniveling gundark to the side. Haven't you sullied yourself with him enough at this point?"

"I wish you would stop doing that, these are my private thoughts." I clenched my first around the cup, downing the rest of it and slamming it down onto the table.

"I didn't have to read your mind, it's written all over your face." He spat back.

"So what are you jealous or something?" My arms crossed, and I lifted an eyebrow towards him.

"Jealous?" He let out a rare sarcastic chuckle, "of Hux? Hux isn't fit to shine my boots, yet the Supreme Leader always insists he be involved, that he has a role to play. And then you…practically throwing yourself at him!" He downed his cup now too, before hurling it against the wall to clang loudly and fall to the floor.

"What was I supposed to do, you slept with me and barely looked at me afterwards, you both lied to me about my parents, and then I see my mother die. Maybe I just wanted something to take my mind off the pain, and he was there. And familiar. Weren't you the one who sent him anyway? Gods I can barely keep track of your mood swings, they give me whiplash!"

The words were coming out of my mouth so quickly I could barely register what I was saying before they spilled out. Then the thought came in.

I wished it had been Kylo who had come.

I wished it was him in the shuttle. I still wished it was him. I had some kind of feelings for Hux but they paled next to whatever this was. He was comfort, this was fiery unbridled, soul churning, passion.

He suddenly looked up at me and I knew he had heard it. The anger faded, and was replaced with something else. A softness. Affection? Desire? They were so clouded it was hard to tell. He flung his cowl to the ground and walked over, a gloved hand reaching out to stroke the side of my face. I could hardly register what was happening.

"Why are you doing that?" I said.

"Doing what?" He said softly, looking down at my lips.

"This…" Before I could say another word his lips were on mine. They were full and soft, and his kiss was different than before, slower and deeper. Our tongues warmly danced with one another, the faint burn of whiskey still lingering, and I ran a hand through his silky dark hair, pulling him in closer.

My other hand ran over his chest, covered by the coarse fabric of his tunic, running over the hard, defined muscle that lay beneath. His hands both ran down my back, resting squarely on my ass and he gently squeezed and lifted me up, guiding my legs to wrap around him.

He walked us over to his bed, his lips never leaving mine, and lay me gently down on top of it. I let out a gasp as he removed his lips from mine and began tracing them down my neck, finding the sensitive spot where it met my shoulders and gently biting down.

"Ahhhhh, "I moaned instantly, a jolt of lighting shooting straight down to my core, where wetness was already pooling under me, and he smiled up at me in response.

He leaned back to remove his tunic, revealing pale skin riddled with puckered pink scarring, undoubtedly battle wounds that could tell hundreds of stories. Without thinking, my fingers reached up to trace them, as he reached down to remove my tunic as well. I could smell his unique scent, of spice and leather and Corellian Whiskey.

In what seemed like no time at all we both lay unarmed, in every sense of the word. He hovered on top of me on all fours, desire clouding his eyes, but he did not move.

"What is it?" I asked, concerned I had done something wrong to make he rethink his actions.

"You're…really something." He said, a sly grin on his face. I instantly reached up to touch him, and his eyes closed in pleasure as I touched him. The force was around us, but rather than its normal hum of life and death, there was a pleasant warmth, not just from the sexual desires that rippled through my bloodstream, but of peace and happiness. It was a feeling I'd not felt in quite awhile actually.

You feel it too.

I heard him echo in my head, and that was all it took to snap us back to the task at hand. He traced kisses down my stomach before stopping at my leggings, and then he hastily pulled them down and tossed them to the side. All I could do was pulse in anticipation that his soft lips would soon find their new home there.

As if he was reading me again, I felt the warm wetness of his tongue run across my nethers, the nerves happily firing back to me. He gently sucked around my most sensitive of spots while I began to breath heavily and reached back to grab the pillow behind me. He steadied my hips with one of his large hands, while the other gently inserted a finger.

He stroked inside of me expertly while he mouth continued to suck the bundle of nerves. The pad of his finger finding the fleshy spot within that ensured the utmost pleasure was ahead. I felt the waves of desire ebbing inside me softly, indicating I wouldn't last much longer.

"Yes, please don't stop!" I croaked out in a foreign voice, and he sped up his movements.

I shuddered as wave after tantalizing wave melted through me and I screamed out in ecstasy. When my eyes opened, his dark wavy hair was tickling my breasts and he captured me in another warm kiss. I recovered quickly and shifted my weight, switching places with him and pushing him onto the bed. I pulled his pants off of him, freeing his stiff member and reminding me of our previous encounter.

I bent down and nipped at his skin where his muscles formed a sharp line down to his manhood.

"No," he said gently, and I cocked an eyebrow up in confusion. His eyes were insistent, his face slightly pained.

"I can't wait for you any longer," and with that he put his hands on my waist and pulled me onto him, dropping slowly to accommodate for the size. We moaned in unison at the contact and the shared pleasure, and I slowly moved myself up and down onto him.

"Arrghhh, my powerful Lieutenant," he mustered out, encouraging my movements with his hands.

I felt it again, the same powerful force I'd felt in our previous union, the pleasure amplified somehow, feeling both of us at the same time. He sat up and wrapped my legs around him, looping an arm behind my neck to keep me stable, and wrapping the other around my waist to encourage my movements on him.

"Kylo…" I panted between thrusts

"…Master Ren" he replied back, eyes slightly narrowed in concentration.

"Master Ren, please don't stop," he groaned and increased his speed, the pleasure was so consuming it was swallowing me whole, there was no room left for thought. I tangled a hand in his hair and gently tugged back as I felt our two orgasms ripple through me, his voice somewhere off in the distance following the path on his own.

It took some time to come back down to the ground, my body still pulsing around him and we slowly separated. After allowing ourselves some time to recover, I rolled over to my side and he pulled me against him, draping an arm around my waist and tracing his fingers along my stomach.

I was in serenity, and as my eyes fluttered shut to drift into a recharging sleep, I heard a faint whisper in my ear.

"Mine."