WARNING: This fanfiction contains spoilers from Star Wars Episode VII.

This story is rated M (16+) for language, nudity, sexual content and drug use.

It is highly recommended to read the first KSOTF before reading this.

This fanfic is for internal use only.

Enjoy.

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About a day has passed since the destruction of Starkiller Base and the victory of the Resistance. After discovering the last piece of the map to Luke Skywalker, General Leia Organa has sent Rey, the new pilot of the millennium falcon, and her friend Chewbacca to find Skywalker and to bring him home.

And they had to make a stop to get pain meds, because for some reason, Rey needed them… badly.

Meanwhile, the overnight robbery of the Resistance by Kylo Ren's ship has been a success. Besides some missing supplies, the First Order's presence on D'Qar has remained unsuspected. Due to the administration of amnesia serum, neither Kylo Ren nor Rey remember their overnight encounter during the midnight theft. Not wanting to infuriate Ren, General Hux, the only one able to remember such events, has kept the encounter secret.

Currently, Kylo Ren's ship has stopped on a small First Order affiliated planet before finishing the journey to Supreme Leader Snoke's location. While their ship restocks on supplies, Kylo Ren has agreed to join Hux for a night in the criminal-infested town as they go to visit one of Hux's old friends.

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"This is the place?"

"Yes."

Kylo Ren snarled in slight disgust at the sight of the worn-down building and the old, vandalized metal door they stood before. Of all places, this friend of Hux's just had to be in the most unsightly part of town yet. Worst ever was the fact that Hux's friend owned a drug bar, which he imagined to look just as (if not worse than) the outside. The Sith was quietly cussing at himself in his head. He was starting to wish he had stayed in tonight instead of letting his general talk him into this.

"Well, let's go in," said Hux, pulling off the black hood of the cloak he was wearing. He grabbed the old door by its rusty handle and opened it with an old, metallic screech. Within the darkness inside, the men could see a flight of stairs that were just barely lit by broken lights. The stairs descended into an even darker hallway below. Hux went inside and started down the stairs first. Ren took his hood off as well, then followed. Due to the poor lighting, the men had to step carefully while keeping their hands on the dirty walls, but this was not enough to keep the two from almost tripping once or twice on the way down. In fact, Ren was pretty sure that there were countless people who had fallen down these steps and had cracked their skulls open at the bottom.

Finally, the men could feel a flat floor as they reached the bottom, then proceeded down the narrow hallway. The only real light in that hall was coming from the cracks of a metal door at the very end. And as they got closer, Ren's nose was already starting to catch some bizarre, herby smells, which got a little stronger as they approached the single door.

"My lord…" Hux looked over his shoulder at Ren. Seeing that the Sith was looking back at him in response, the red-haired general smirked. "Watch this," he said. Glancing straight back at the door, he went up to it and knocked hard a few times. The loud banging on the metal sent a slight echo throughout the hall.

The two of them waited for about ten seconds before footsteps sounded from behind the door. This was followed by a small sliding sound. A square hole at a grown man's eye level was open on the metallic door, revealing two dark-red eyes like red marbles glaring at the humans. "What do you want?" said a raspy, warped voice.

With a straight face, Hux replied, "I have blue balls."

Did Hux really just say that out loud? Ren stared at his comrade with a blank face.

The being behind the door paused for a moment, surprisingly unaffected by what Hux just said. The small hole had shut back up again. Suddenly, the door was unlocked, the handle turned slowly, and a rush of light poured out as the door opened up for them. Before them stood the being from behind the door. Instead of two red eyes, this alien actually had four, two of which were sticking out of his putty-like skin on his white forehead. "Come in," he told them as he held the door.

Hux looked back at Kylo Ren and smiled, looking as if he was going to chuckle. Obviously, Hux's lude statement was an entrance code. As the two humans stepped in, Ren still wore a frown on his face. "Really?" he muttered in Hux's ear. "Who the hell uses that phrase as a password?"

"Doesn't matter. Makes a pretty good password," replied Hux with a smile.

The alien shut the door behind the two men. Ren looked around and felt bewildered; this place was rather clean and attractive for a drug den, even though they were only in what looked like a waiting room. The atmosphere was relaxing and elegant, with soft meditation-like music playing in the background. The front room was separated from the rest of the den by a large, red silk curtain decked with a mandala pattern. In addition, there was not much furnishing other than a few chairs placed up against the wall and a glass counter off to the mens' right beside a standing red lamp. On the wall behind the counter was a large sign that looked like a menu of items. In the top of the menu in fancy lettering was the greeting, "Welcome to Nirvana." Looking closely, one could see that the menu consisted of a wide variety of exotic drugs, some of which Ren and Hux had never even heard of. By looking at the prices next to these drugs, it was apparent that this den was more upscale and designated for the wealthier criminals and junkies.

The alien that opened the door for the humans had walked around them and was now standing behind the glass counter. He was already grabbing a couple of smaller menus from behind the counter. "Two of you?" he asked.

"Yes," replied Hux. "Also, Rogan is here tonight, isn't he?"

The alien looked at Hux and nodded.

"Tell him his old pal Hux has arrived," he told him.

"Aaaah, so you are the guests of honor tonight," responded the white-skinned being, all four of his eyes blinking. "I shall let him know you are here. He has a room reserved already for you gentlemen." He walked over to the curtain and pulled it open. "Right this way."

Hux and Ren followed the alien host through the red curtains. They entered and walked down a makeshift hallway created by more curtains of various vibrant colors. The smell of strange herbs had become more intense at this point. This did not surprise Ren, for through the small openings in between curtains, Ren could see some of the clientele sitting and laying semi-comatose on small couches and pillows while smoking, snorting, inhaling and chewing on some of the den's goods. After passing several "rooms," the alien came to a curtain at the end of the hallway and opened it up for the two humans to enter. This room was spacious and more furnished than the rest, with couches placed around a small circular table in the middle. A few plants also decorated the room as well as a black chandelier that hung from the ceiling over the table.

Hux and Ren sat down on the couches across from each other while the alien handed each of them the menus. "Rogan shall join you momentarily," he told them. "Also, our specialty blends of the night are Black Beauty, Khalele, Schuda,…" Ren was not paying attention to the alien's rambling on drug specialties. Unlike Hux, who was a little more outgoing when it came to guilty indulgences, Ren was not that interested in trying drugs, regardless of whether or not it seemed antisocial to his comrade or their host. He found it a bit too trashy and unbecoming, especially for a man striving to become a successful Sith lord. By the time Ren had snapped back out of his thoughts, the alien waiting on them had already left to notify the one they called Rogan.

"Happy you came?" asked Hux.

Kylo Ren sighed and crossed his arms, still looking away from Hux. "Better than sitting all night in the ship," he grumbled.

The general could sense the Sith's lack of amusement, but this did not keep him from smirking and being outgoing. "No worries. We'll have a good time here," he encouraged. "Rogan's a fun fellow to talk to. He knows how to give people a good time. You'll love him, I'm sure."

Oh please, I barely like anybody to begin with, thought Ren.

The curtains suddenly rustled and opened yet again. "So, I hear my favorite ginger is in town, eh?" boomed a loud, low voice. A hefty alien about seven feet tall and twice the size of a human male was standing there.

"Holy shit, Rogan, you got fat," chuckled the general.

Rogan responded with nothing but loud laughter, placing another two large hands (besides those still holding the curtains open) on his belly. He walked with heavy steps over to Hux and tousled his hair while Hux hugged his friend's large body with one arm. "Good to see you again, Hux," said Rogan before setting himself down with a large thud on the couch between his friend and the Sith who sat quietly. Regardless of Ren's silence, the den owner turned his large bald head and doughy black eyes to him. "Oh hooo now, who is this handsome fellah?"

"Rogan, this is Kylo Ren," the man introduced, his tone of voice making Ren seem like a celebrity.

"Ooooooh…." Rogan smirked and adjusted himself on the couch, beholding the man on the couch near him. "So, this is the one," he said more quietly. "Well, such an honor to have you here in my den tonight, sir."

"Charmed," said Ren.

"Oh, that reminds me…" The drug lord's big toothy smile transformed into a frown. His voice became a little lower, talking to Hux as if speaking of a freshly deceased man. "I…. I heard about what happened," he said. "Word has gotten around about Starkiller… That's unfortunate."

"It's definitely been a rough week," stated Hux with a somber look.

Kylo Ren only looked down, clenching his fists.

Rogan sighed and shook his head slowly, but he quickly continued and made eye contact with both men. "A setback indeed," he said, "but don't worry. The First Order hasn't lost. There's a way. Always. You'll get them next time, I'm sure of it. Right now, though, you ought to be celebrating your survivals. That's what matters. The First Order would be almost hopeless without you two."

"Yes, you're right, Rogan," agreed Hux. "And what better way to celebrate that than to be here with you tonight?"

"And a wonderful celebration, too." Rogan's smile returned to his face. "Because tonight,… Papa Rogan has prepared our finest blend for you boys. Typically, the most costly one on our menu, too… But for you two, it's on the house." As their host spoke, the other alien had come into the room again, bearing a thin, slender black pipe with smoke slithering from the top. He handed this to Rogan.

"Oh Rogan, you're too kind," said Hux. "surely, you must deserve the money."

"Eeeh, don't worry about it," replied the host as he waved a hand. "Besides, it's your old-time favorite, Hux."

The general's light eyes brightened up, and his forehead wrinkled from slight excitement. "You mean…?"

"Yessss…." Rogan presented the smoking black pipe to the humans as if it were a mystical object. "An exotic blend of not one…. not two…. but SEVEN rare, mind-bending herbs, ground and mixed into a sweet, sensational cocktail…" Rogan's voice turned into a near-whisper. "I call it… Seventh Heaven."

Hux was like a giddy school girl as he beheld the black pipe. Like usual, Kylo Ren remained indifferent and only stared blankly at it. "What does it even do?" asked Ren.

"It makes you have the most vivid and life-like hallucinations about your greatest desires," replied the happy general. "It's almost like a mind reader. It knows you from the inside out."

Ren could imagine countless people being addicted to such a drug. To him, the drug already sounded unnecessarily glorified and stupid to begin with. "What's the point of experiencing such illusions if they're not even real?" the raven-haired male asked with pessimism.

"Some people discover desires that they never really knew they had," Rogan answered. "Also, in my opinion, it serves as motivational meditation sometimes, if you will. Sometimes, it shows you all your goals in life. Let's you experience them, and keeps your eyes on the prize. Now,… Kylo Ren, sir…" Slowly, the black pipe was extended to the young Sith. "You can do the honors. Have the first puff."

Ren did not flinch. "I'll pass."

"Oh, come on, sir." Hux was now leaning forward in his couch, excitedly beckoning Ren with his eyes. "He's offering you his finest. He went through a lot to prepare that stuff, believe me. Take the opportunity."

Did Hux jus dare to give him peer pressure? Ren was ready to make an angrier response.

"Aaah, Hux, it's all good. He doesn't have to," said the large being to the general as he laid back again. This time, he leaned closer to Hux and handed the pipe to him. "Here. Do the honors."

"Gladly." Hux did not hesitate to take the pipe out of the other's massive hand. Laying back on the couch yet again, he held up the black pipe, making a thin string of pink smoke in the air that quickly ascended and dissolved. Bringing the thin mouthpiece close to his lips, he cupped his lips over the tip and slowly, deeply inhaled through the pipe, shutting his eyes. When he withdrew the pipe, Hux softly exhaled a vibrant, pink billow of smoke from his mouth, as if forming a floating ball of cotton in mid-air. "Oh, this is the shit," he whispered, lips curling into a satisfied smile.

"Now, you'll have to excuse me, Mister Ren. I understand it doesn't necessarily mean anything if you don't wanna smoke tonight," said Rogan, his big black eyes glancing at the Sith again. His smile was not as apparent this time. "Nor do I really know you or your personality. But your silence and your demeanor tell me that you're a little out of it tonight."

"Got a problem with it?" snarled Ren. "It's none of your business if I am or not."

Rogen remained unaffected by the Sith's apparent irritation. "Of course not. I have no problem at all with how you feel," he replied. "And you don't even have to talk about it if you don't want to. It's just that I felt the need to show my concern for your feelings is all, and to lend you my ears on what's bothering you. Out of my respect for you. Again, I'm only throwing it out there. It's up to you if you want to talk about it or not…. Besides, the look in your eyes is a look I'm all too familiar with seeing every day. And hearing people's problems and talking to them is what I do."

"In a drug den?" Ren raised a brow.

"No, in my other profession."

"What?"

"Rogan is a psychologist, sir," said Hux, now seeming more relaxed and somewhat dazed as he finished another puff.

"Five-star drug dealer by night, therapist by day," Rogan replied proudly.

"Then what the hell are you doing running a business like this?" asked Ren. His face scrunched up in confusion and disgust. How ironic it was to have such clashing professions.

"Well, Mister Ren, in a place like this," Rogan chuckled, referring to the town, "a psychology degree doesn't get you too far when it comes to paying the bills. Drugs, on the other hand, do. It's sad, but true. As problematic as some of these people are, you really can't force them to tell you their life stories, let alone let you help them. And even when you do get the chance, you barely get anything out of it. Maybe enough money for a meal or two, but still, the pay sucks balls."

"You have a point," said Ren with a sigh, starting to calm down a little.

"But yea, Mister Ren. Again, totally up to you. You can tell Papa Rogan your troubles, if any."

Hux listened to the conversation quietly. He blinked and observed Ren. Someone was actually able to discuss Ren's problems and dodge the man's fiery temper? This was definitely a first.

For about a few seconds, the room was quiet, and only the relaxing background music was heard. Finally, after giving it some thought, Ren looked up at Rogan and spoke, "Well,… there was this fight."

"Oh?" Rogan leaned closer in his seat. "Are we talking about the destruction of Starkiller?"

The Sith shook his head. "It's not that," he said. "I was in a lightsaber battle when it was happening."

"A lightsaber battle," repeated the other. "M'kay, continue."

Ren shut his eyes and took a deep breath. "I was chasing down a girl I was holding captive. A girl who, like me, was force-sensitive, but she wasn't a Jedi… Only a scavenger from Jakku, with no training experience with the force at all, let alone a lightsaber… She had escaped captivity and was accompanied by an ex-stormtrooper who betrayed the First Order. I stopped them in the middle of a forest. One of them was carrying a lightsaber with them… The Stormtrooper took it first and tried to strike me down with it, but I fought him and defeated him."

"And the girl…. What about her?"

The man's dark eyes opened back up, and he frowned even more. He could already feel the humiliating beginning to approach him again while recalling such a memory. "I tried to take the lightsaber that he dropped. But… the girl took it before I could, and we fought…. At one point, I had her right on the edge of a cliff, about to push her off as our lightsabers clashed… And then,…." Ren paused, trying to gain the courage to continue his story. The humiliation was getting closer.

"Go on," urged Rogan. "It's alright."

"I… Before I pushed her, I told her that I could show her the way to the force…. I gave her the chance to join me, and…"

"And?..."

"….. We… we looked into each other's eyes,… and….. and… she…."

"Uh-huh?..."

"She…."

Rogan remained silent and waited, on the edge of his seat.

Ren had to say it. No matter how embarrassed or angry he was about it, he had to let it out like he was ripping off a band aid. His anger building and his teeth sinking into his lips, he breathed deeply. "Oh,… fuck it all!..." Finally, the truth burst from his lips. "She defeated me! She fought me further, and she had knocked me to the ground. If it hadn't been for the crevice that formed between us, she would have surely killed me then and there. For the love of gods, here I am, someone who trained and worked with the force for so many years, and meanwhile this… random woman comes along and nearly kicks my ass! It was so fucking pathetic! I mean, when I go home, what the hell am I going to say to my master? What am I going to say to the others? Am I just going to be blatantly honest with them?!

"And… and look at my face!..." Ren furiously pointed to the scar that was left on his face from Rey's lightsaber. "Look at this!... This and other marks are physical proof of what happened. I have to wake up every morning now to see this PROOF on my face and get reminded of it. Oh, and guess what? Worse yet, I was even supposed to have a nose job in a couple of weeks. A fucking nose job I've been wanting for years now, and now I can't get it! Why? Because NOW, I have to worry about THIS on my face instead…. This…. MISTAKE…..

"Every day!... I let this happen to me! Because I was… I was…. Weak!...

"Now there, I said it! I'm weak!"

There. It was done. All out of him now. Ren's mind was fuzzy from the intensity of emotions he was feeling from his embarrassing confession. He was nearly standing up from his seat and was looking down intensely, panting heavily, clenching the arm of his couch. Slowly, he looked back up at his "therapist" and sat himself back in his chair with a thump. His body became a little exhausted and weak from putting so much energy into his words. "There," he said softly. "There's my life story…. Happy?"

Not a word had passed from Rogan's lips just yet. The male only had a large hand to his chin, gazing at the frustrated and emotional human as if trying to analyze what was going on. "I see," he finally responded. "So,… Mister Ren,…. basically what you're trying to tell me is, just because of this defeat by a noob, you think that you're weak."

"Exactly."

"And you fear that others will recognize this weakness and mock you for it. Am I right?"

"YES."

"I see…" Letting out a big sigh, the alien continued, "I think I understand. But Mister Ren, for one thing, let me tell you… Failure does not equal weakness. There's a huge distinction between the two."

"And what is that?"

Rogan cleared his throat and continued. "Failure is simply when you fail. Weakness is when you fail and then you quit trying.

"And… another thing, Ren…. Maybe you wish it was otherwise, but no one is perfect…. Failures will always happen. It's complete bullshit to think that you deserve ridicule just for failure. And if someone tries to do that to you, then well, fuck what they think, because it's not just you. EVERYONE fails. Even the most successful people fail. In fact, even some of the most powerful Sith masters have had their bad days. Your master Snoke, all the Darths in history, and even Darth Vader."

Kylo Ren's face softened, and his eyes grew a little wider at the sounding of his idol's name.

"It sounds impossible, but it's true," stated Rogan. "And why?... Because failure isn't the end, Ren. In truth, failure is a process. A process of development and learning. If one looks at their failures the right way, one can use them as tools for true, ultimate success in everything they do. So, in actuality, failure is part of success…. It's what turns you slowly and painfully into the best self that you can possibly be."

"Some pretty deep shit right there," said Hux, pointing the pipe at Rogan. He was already starting to look a bit more semi-comatose from the drug. "He's going to be a philosopher someday."

"Okay, so how does this apply to my fight?" asked Ren while ignoring Hux.

"Now, this fight…" Rogan started to gesture a little more with his hands. "This fight is no exception. This is a learning experience for you, too. So, to milk this learning experience, we need to focus on what went wrong on your part. Identify the problem leading to your failure, and fix it so that it does not happen again….. So just think. Is there anything that caused you lack or slack off during the fight? Anything that perhaps distracted you maybe? Especially when you said you were ready to push the girl off the cliff. What happened there maybe?"

"Well, for one thing, my side was injured before the fight, so that was a little distracting," Ren replied.

"M'kay," said Rogan with a nod. "Well, I guess you couldn't do much about that during the fight. Anything else?"

Ren looked back down again. "…. There is maybe one thing…."

"Mhm?"

"Well…. Ummm…" Ren scratched the back of his head. "The girl…."

"Yes, ok. What about her?"

Oh dear gods. Another truth that Ren was going to have to blurb out yet again. It sounded perhaps a little more pathetic than the last thing he admitted. Maybe based on Rogan's advice, the first thing was quite honestly not that bad, but there was probably no excusing this one. "She…. was distracting me…."

"Why did she distract you?"

Ren mumbled something under his breath.

"Come again?"

"I thought she was….." Ren mumbled again.

"You're gonna have to speak up, Mister Ren, I can't—"

"I thought she was kind of hot, and I wanted a chance to bang her, ok?" snapped Ren.

Hux raised a brow. "No shit."

"What?" Kylo Ren glared at his comrade from across the room.

"Remember when you completely forgot about the droid with the map to Luke Skywalker that one time and decided to take her instead? Remember, that one incredibly stupid move? Well, considering how obsessed you were with finding the droid up until you captured her, and considering how you were trying to justify her capture by claiming she saw the map when she was really not that useful…." He chuckled. "Well, I was pretty sure that it was a downright outcry that you wanted to bang her. And now, hearing about this battle with her and how you tried to convince her to join you instead of just getting rid of her then and there? That was not an outcry… That was a damn broadcast right there."

"No one asked you," growled Ren darkly through his teeth.

"Right now, I wouldn't sweat about what he says, Ren," said Rogan. "People tend to have no filter when that drug starts taking effect. Honestly. But anyways…. You wanna bang this chick…"

The Sith grumbled and laid back again. Irritated, his attention turned to the drug dealer. "Yes… And?"

"That's good."

"Good? What are you talking about? That was inhibiting me from doing anything to her."

"Yeah, but only because you let it."

"Okay, so what was I supposed to do then?"

"Use it as motivation, that's what."

"…. How?..."

"Kylo Ren, I don't think a lot of people really tell you this," said Rogan, "but having those urges is completely okay as long as you handle them the right way. In fact, if you direct the energy from those urges the right way, you can use that to achieve a lot of things, really. Healthy and productive things, too, like getting into shape, dancing, creating art, or even something as crazy as writing an online fanfiction."

"Fanfiction? What's that?"

"It's when you write a regular story of any kind, only you're using people and places from someone else's work of fiction. Like from another book, for example."

"Huh. Using some other person's characters to make another story? That's kind of stupid…"

"Actually, there's some pretty good ones out there."

"Okay… I'll be sure to check it out sometime, I guess…"

Rogan's voice and demeanor became serious and encouraging again. "Now back on topic. Here's some homework for you…." He leaned in closer, smirking and speaking lower. "Try this… Whenever you run into this chick again, what you can do is use your desire to screw her in order to defeat her. Like adding extra fuel to your fighting energy, extra zing to your rage."

"An example, Rogan?"

"Think of the fight as if you're having hard, hot sex with her…. Picture her like she's your bitch rather than your enemy…. You own her…. You can do her anyway you want…. You got this…. And when your sabers clash, look her dead in the eyes, think of all the things you wanna do to her, and just channel that sexy energy as you overpower her in battle…. And when you have that chance to give her the death blow? Pretend your saber is your dick, and shove that thing into her as hard as possible…"

Kylo Ren remained quiet and absorbed every word. He was somewhat beginning to understand what Rogan was getting at. He basically had to acknowledge his desire for Ren. In fact, from his Sith teachings, he was told to harness feelings like anger and hatred as motivation in battle to begin with. Perhaps sexuality was no exception in the equation.

"You understand what I mean, Mister Ren?"

"Yes… I guess it's worth a shot," he said calmly.

Rogan smiled. "Good. Feel any better?"

"As a matter of fact,….. I do."

The host nodded in response. "Glad I was able to help," he said. "Now, any questions?"

"I have one…"

"Yes?"

"… Could I try some of that?" Ren pointed to the black pipe in Hux's hand.

Rogan smiled even wider. "Certainly," he said. He leaned over to the currently zoned-out Hux, now fully under the effect of the drugs. Rogan took the pipe from his shaking hand and handed it to the raven-haired human. "Ever smoked one of these before?"

"No," replied Ren.

"Okay, that's fine. It's pretty easy to do. First, go ahead and take it and bring it up to your mouth."

Ren gripped the slender handle of the pipe and did as he was told, leaning back comfortably on his couch and bringing the black mouth piece close to his lips. He stared at the indigo-colored herbs that were still burning inside of the pipe.

"Now, go ahead and put it in your mouth."

Ren did so.

"Deeply through your mouth… Breathe in."

Ren inhaled. He could feel the bitter smoke enter his mouth and into his body.

"And out."

Ren exhaled. A large billow of smoke grew in front of his lips and covered his sight for a moment, then disappeared.

"Very good," said Rogan. "Just keep doing that until you start feeling like you're falling asleep."

Kylo Ren repeated it once more. The presence of the drug vapors in his body were already starting to give him a slight sense of euphoria and relaxation. This caused him to shut his eyes and relax his neck, resting the back of his head on the couch.

From that point on, there was no more talking in the room amongst the three men. Rogan watched silently while both humans underwent the spell of the herb, laying there on the couches, their minds slipping away into illusions.

~ooo~

"What do we have here?" Kylo Ren's eyes were immediately drawn to the slave chained to the gigantic hutt, a beautiful young female perched helplessly in the center of the room.

The girl let out a frightened gasp and turned her body around. As Ren scanned the girl's face, he recognized her in a heartbeat. His heart began to race, his body growing hot, his pupils dilating.

It was Rey.

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((TO BE CONTINUED…))