Hey guys, this is a oneshot spinoff of the sequel to my first Kylo/OC fic (random I know). This story has spoilers for Episodes VII & VIII, as well as my fics "Never the Same" and "Home in the Stars." It's Kylo's POV of HITS Chapter 7: The Ticket.

This is rated M for explicit sexual themes and implied noncon. Don't like, don't read!

The Prodigal

The self-gratified look on Hux's face made me want to kill him for the hundredth time that day. His war strategies were rarely effective, and it was likely luck that prevented a complete failure in this case. As Hux continued to debrief one of our fleet generals, I decided to interrupt him mid-sentence.

"Were it not for your quick thinking, Lieutenant-General," I said, voice clear behind the filter of my helmet, "your failure would have been unforgivable."

Hux's icy glare burned in my peripheral. The general, a flickering hologram knelt before us, looked in my direction nervously. "I agree, Supreme Leader," he said.

"At any rate," Hux continued as though uninterrupted, "we expect to receive another update within the week."

"Of course," the general replied. He bowed his head before Hux closed the com. The previously opened starchart sprang back to life, its red stars and planets slowly rotating. Hux and I were alone in the Command Suite.

I felt Hux's eyes on me, but I continued to stare ahead regardless. Recently, I had been letting my anger defuse before engaging with him. Slamming him to the ground with the Force had grown tiresome.

"You question my judgement." Hux said it as a statement rather than a question. The thought had been swirling in his mind all afternoon during our holocoms with the fleet. I took a deep, calming breath before facing him.

"Continually," I snapped harshly.

His mouth opened to protest as my communicator chimed on my wrist. Glancing at the frequency, I felt my stomach clench in surprise. I waved Hux away wordlessly as I stepped out of the briefing room. My quarters were dark and empty.

"This is Ren," I said reflexively.

"Kylo…," a small voice said over the com. The defeated tone made me worry that something had happened.

"Lucia," I replied, trying to keep my voice neutral and calm. "What is it?"

"Kylo, I … I need to see you." Her voice shook—from fear or sickness, I did not know. "It's urgent," she added. Her lack of specificity annoyed me.

"What happened?" I pressed.

"Nothing happened. I just need to see you," she said.

My busy schedule weighed on my mind. I don't have time for this, I wanted to snap over the com. A voice reminded me that if Lucia was sick, then the child in her belly was in danger. I finally said, "If you don't feel well, have the droid take you to the medical bay."

"I feel fine," she said with a sigh. Her voice had recovered somewhat, indicating that she had been nervous. Not sick, then. "I need you here," she said softly. "Please."

Begging. My favorite position in which to have her. Arousal swept through me at the thought, and I felt torn between my responsibilities and my desire to see her. As usual.

I breathed in to keep these thoughts from my voice. "I can't afford for this to be a daily occurrence," I said.

"It won't be."

The door signal interrupted my train of thought. Gritting my teeth, I closed the com and opened the door to find Hux standing there impatiently. He gestured behind himself to the incoming communication on the holocom.

The afternoon briefings dragged on as general after general gave us their reports. Our progress on nearly every front was staggering. The Galaxy truly knew and feared the First Order, just as Snoke had desired. Just as I desired.

But it wouldn't be enough until all of it was under my control—every planet in every system—and the Resistance was snuffed out once and for all.

After the last brief, Hux took his leave to eat a late dinner. The sunken blue lights around the briefing room indicated that the night cycle was near. I removed my helmet with a grateful sigh, and exited the Command Suite.

The throne room was silent, dark, and cold. The only two occupants were the faceless Stormtroopers guarding the speed lift. As I took a seat on the throne, I felt grateful for the rare moment of rest. My head ached from hunger and lack of sleep. I waved the two Stormtroopers closer, and they approached on bended knee.

"Bring me the prisoner from cell A," I instructed.

They saluted before they left.

Resting my chin on a closed fist, I let my eyes slip closed for a moment. Between missions and leading the fleet, I hadn't been idle for one minute since the death of Luke Skywalker. My long-awaited goal was complete, but it left behind an emptiness that only conquest could fill.

Then, there was Lucia Caltrel. The once obedient and malleable Stormtrooper turned defector. After she escaped with my once trusted officer, I knew it was only a matter of time before her recapture. The destruction of Starkiller had certainly delayed the effort, but it was inevitable. Her disbelief at being captured and imprisoned had almost been comical.

She didn't know. She didn't know how much I wanted her. She didn't know how my emotions sang when she smiled, and how they crumbled when she cried. But she did know that she wanted me, and that was enough.

The lift doors eventually opened to reveal Lucia, dwarfed by the two Stormtroopers flanking her. She wore baggy, orange prisoner's clothing, and her brunette hair hung loosely around her shoulders. As she stepped into my throne room, the sound of her bare feet padding the floor echoed through the room. When her eyes found me, they were wide with fright.

The look made me smile. Don't worry, my mind cooed, I'll protect you.

One of the Stormtroopers urged her forward when she hesitated. I gestured for the Stormtroopers to return to their posts as she approached me slowly, stopping short about ten feet away. I sensed her uncertainty.

"Welcome," I said pleasantly. I indicated for her to take the seat beside the throne that Hux often occupied, and she sat without objection. After taking in the throne behind me, she looked up at me with blue eyes as wide as an ocean.

I wanted to take everything out of that pretty little head of hers except for me.

She licked her lips before she spoke. "This is…"

When she trailed off, I said, "Where Snoke sat. Yes."

Her breath hitched as she looked out across the room, gaze lingering on the guards by the door. I watched her profile, my eyes tracing the slope of her neck and the collarbones so carelessly exposed. Glancing at the unfixed buttons, I wondered if it had been intentional.

"What did you want?" I asked, drawing her attention back to me. Her eyes studied my face for the first time. I had carefully schooled my expression into an unreadable mask.

"There's something important I need to speak with you about." She fidgeted in her seat, obviously uncomfortable outside the luxury of her "cell." Seeing her on edge gave me a strange satisfaction.

"I'm listening," I murmured, growing impatient with her stalling. I expected her to haughty demand her freedom or to propose some kind of ultimatum involving our child.

"I've heard that you're keeping John in the isolation room," she said cautiously.

I forced my expression to remain neutral as the name sparked anger inside of me. Her affection for the traitor, while platonic, infuriated me to no end. "And?" I said evenly.

Her teeth unconsciously bit her lower lip, and my eyes followed the movement. Her pink, shapely lips teased me as she spoke. "I need your word that he won't be harmed."

John Vegas can't be harmed enough to repay for what he did. Fearing that my face might betray my anger, I shifted to my other elbow and looked away. As I worked to contain my rage, my headache throbbed painfully. I decided to lie to prevent her from getting upset.

"Vegas is alive and unharmed," I said. "But I cannot guarantee that he won't be punished for a future escape attempt."

"Why is he being treated like some kind of prisoner of war—"

"Lucia," I snapped, turning to face her. My anger caused my words to tremble. "He is a defector and deserves a traitor's punishment. As do you."

At my final words, panic spilled onto her face, beautiful and still. I could practically taste the fear in her mind. "Surely—" Her voice faltered. "Surely there's some way to redeem ourselves."

I felt a jolt of surprise at her words. I returned my gaze to her face, searching her mind a bit more intently. Even without her knowing it, her mind was like an open book to me. "You want to redeem yourself," I repeated absently.

Her lips parted wordlessly as the thoughts crowded in her mind. What punishment will I face? What will he ask of me? How far am I willing to go? After a moment, all those scrambled thoughts assembled into one, screaming conviction.

"I am willing to do anything to survive," she said.

And we were back to square one. Back to the firing squad; back to the cowering nomad girl begging for her life. Begging me to save her. Images of Lucia on her knees reeled through my mind, submissive and owned by me.

"Anything?" I whispered. "Everything?" She blinked up at me, not recognizing her own words. I leaned forward until I saw the small specks of green in her eyes. "You told me that once before, nomad girl."

I saw the recollection in her face; felt the memories in her mind. Her defeat, her fear, her obedience. She remembered giving everything she had to me—heart, soul, and body.

"I didn't know what was in store," she said weakly.

"Nor did I," I agreed, turning away.

Letting my head rest on my palm, I willed the headache to subside. It wasn't caused by a mental burden but by a physical one. Why is she here again? Oh, yes. "I cannot promise Vegas' safety, Lucia," I sighed tiredly.

"Let me speak with him," she insisted. I sensed her stubbornness like an off tune melody. "If I can speak with him, I can ensure he won't try to escape."

My impatience leaked into my voice as I said, "That's not the only reason he's in isolation. He has renounced his oaths to the First Order." I glared at her, letting my eyes flash with warning. "If he were anyone else, he would have been executed by now."

She balked, as if it were her own life that was threatened, and her face drained of expression. She shivered. "E-Executed?"

"I imagine that would upset you," I ground out, trying to control my disdain. "So he lives, for now."

Her stubbornness turned to delicious desperation, eyes widening as she looked up at me. "Is there anything I can do to ensure his survival?" she asked gravely.

Anything… My mind burst with a million things I wished for her to do and have done to her. Our nights of passion often replayed in my mind, the memories so lewd that they distracted me from even the war. Nothing could satisfy quite like Lucia.

I considered using persuasion to compel her into my bed once again. While I liked the idea of persuasion with her mind in such a vulnerable state, I knew that particular plan was doomed to fail once more. Our mutual attraction would take care of that part on its own. I just needed her to…

"Yes," I replied at length. I spoke low enough for her ears only. "Swear to me that you'll stay by my side. Forever."

Her mind resisted the trick, flooding with its darkest memories. The nonconsensual memories, the abuse. Trembling, she whispered, "I can't …"

"You can," I persisted, pushing the idea further into her mind, willing her to submit. "You will swear it to me."

Her willpower dissolved under my grip, and a compliant mask settled on her face. Success. "I will swear it to you," she repeated. "I swear to stay by your side, forever."

I couldn't resist the smile that played at my lips. It was only a matter of time before she was beneath me again. "Very well," I replied. "Then Vegas will live, as long as you keep your vow."

Her face lit up like a thousand stars. I noted that her inhibitions were still slightly lifted. "Really?" she said breathlessly.

Relaxing back on the throne, I did resist the smug smirk that threatened me. "You have my word," I promised.

"Thank you," she breathed.

She needed to leave before she had second thoughts. The seed was planted, but it would take time to fully arrest her entire mind. "It's late," I pointed out, motioning for the Stormtroopers to approach. "Go and rest."

She stood a little too quickly. I saw the color drain from her face before she stumbled, and I rose to seize her by the waist. Her hand clamped onto my forearm as dizziness and nausea washed over her. It settled as we stood there, looking at one another in surprise. Her lips were nearly blue in the cold room.

Taking her face in my hands, I lifted it to crush my lips against hers. I kissed her deeply, thrusting my tongue into her mouth at the first opportunity. She moaned breathlessly into my mouth, easily giving into her desires. I synchronized my thoughts with hers, dragging her mind along with my carnal fantasy. She scrabbled at my tunic, fingers restless and longing. I bit her lip to remind her who was in control, drawing out a lustful sigh.

I scooped her into my arms without pausing the kiss or her heated trance. Her body moved fluidly with mine as I sat on the throne, and she straddled my hips easily. The warmth of her center pressed into me, and I growled as I bucked my hips into her. Our minds were focused on sex and sex only.

Breaking the kiss, I worked my way down her jaw and her neck, finally indulging in the exposed skin there. I nipped and sucked at her neck until her ragged breaths became passionate moans. Pulling the orange shirt up to her chin, I took one of her breasts into my mouth, suctioning the nipple and swirling my tongue around the tip. She cried out in abandon, digging her nails into my scalp. The pain drove me further into my hunger.

Our pants were removed much easier than in reality. I pulled her back into a kiss as I felt myself throbbing against her core. "Take me," she moaned against my lips. Happy to oblige, I lifted her hips effortlessly to position myself at her entrance. Her warmth and wetness engulfed me and I pushed into her in one, slow thrust. Her head fell back in ecstasy.

My hands were still resting on her hips after steadying her. Lucia's eyes grew questioning as she gazed up at me. Using my mental strength, I pushed down my impulses for a future time.

Releasing her stiffly, I said, "Be careful." Her wide eyes blinked in surprise. "And keep our child safe."