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There’s a mole within the First Order. Or, rather, there’s someone attempting to set themselves up as a mole within the First Order.

An encrypted request to meet in a nondescript bar, on a fully neutral planet in the Mid Rim, alone. That's all they’ve received so far.

It’s apparently a done thing, a show of faith. The meeting of go-betweens before the real espionage can begin, but, still, it doesn’t stop Finn from worrying that it’s a trap. It wouldn’t be the first time the First Order has ruthlessly applied such underhand techniques.

Either way, Poe offers to take on the mission himself. He apparently has experience in this sort of thing and is probably the most capable of making a daring escape, if things do end up going south.

He’s down there now, all by himself, armed with nothing but a blaster, his wits, and a simple wristcomm.

Finn, Rose and Kaydel are crammed into the tiny communications centre on Ajan Kloss, watching the feeds from the security cameras of the bar and the street. They’re waiting for their solitary mole to make an appearance, or to scramble to set Poe’s wristcomm to alarm, if a trooper dropship should land in the shipyard just outside. 

It took a while to get the setup right, but they’re ready and waiting. Watching out for any eventuality- and eager to learn just who would be insane enough to spy from within the First Order.

Finn and Rose are busying themselves with pointing out shady looking patrons in the bar, when Kaydel draws their attention to the second screen with a cry of, “A ship has just parked up! Someone’s disemarking, only one set of legs so far! Uhm, pretty long legs- oh no.” 

Finn gapes as he turns to the screen, where General Hux himself steps out onto the dirt of this nowhere planet. His hair isn’t slicked back and he’s not in uniform, just some slim black trousers and a pale blue shirt, but he may as well be- considering the sharp, crisp cuts and lack of a single wrinkle are going to be just as conspicuous as his uniform, once he steps foot in the bar. 

“Oh no,” Kaydel whimpers again. “He’s hot...”

Finns shoots her a disbelieving look, shouting, “What!? Do you not know who that is!?” 

“Oh Stars, I thought he looked kind of familiar!” Rose glares at the screen, muttering, “He does scrub up well, I’ll give him that. He looked terrible when we saw him last, huh, Finn?”

“Why are we talking so much about how he looks and not more about the fact that, oh, I dunno- GENERAL HUX HIMSELF IS THE MOLE!?” Finn exclaims, waving his hand in front of the screen, where Hux takes a walk around his ship, inspecting it closely and testing the stability of the landing gear with a swift kick. His back to the camera as he does so. Then he just stands there watching the loading ramp retract up into his ship, hands folded neatly at his lower back.

“Oh no-” Kaydel whimpers for a third time, and Finn glances over, his brow furrowed.

“Why do you keep saying that?”

Kaydel turns to him slowly, her face pinched tight with despair. “He’s got a surprisingly big butt for someone so skinny,” She says, gravely.

Finn stares at her, feeling a little objectified on Hux's behalf, which is a bizarre thought. "... I'm waiting for why that's relevant."

Kaydel gives him a look, like the problem is obvious. "We sent Poe down there, Finn…" 

Finn waits for her to elaborate, but ends up having to prompt her, with a: "... Right. And?" 

"Well, you know, the commander, he's-" Kaydel tapers off, widening her eyes and tipping her head, like she expects Finn to be able to infer her implication.

Finn raises his hands and tries to express his confusion with a shake of his head.

Kaydel flushes and finally spits out, "He's a horn dog!"

Finn winces, his face scrunching. "A what, now?"

"You know! A shameless flirt, a Casanova-"

"He'd be seen as a lech and a pervert if he wasn't so good-looking!" Rose interrupts.

"Right,” Kaydel nods, before turning back to Finn with a distressed look in her eye. “Poe's gonna take one look at him-" She jabs a finger in the direction of the screen. "See those long, long legs- and try’n’ climb him like a tree!" 

Finn stares. "That cannot be true."

Kaydel shakes her head sadly and leans back in her chair, covering her eyes with her hand, sighing. "You haven't been watching over the bulk of Poe's missions, Finn- he's nearly missed more meetings and exchanges than you could ever believe, chatting up some leggy bartender or lonely patron with a pouty face.” She lowers her hand, crying out, “And now the guy he’s meeting is exactly his type! This mission is going to be a disaster! He won't be able to help himself, I'm telling you! He's going to flirt with the mole!”

“But-” Finn starts, weakly, beginning to get nervous. “He’ll recognise him, right? He has to! It’s General Hux!”

With a small shrug, Kaydel seems truly downtrodden, muttering, “We can only hope.”

“Guys, Hux is on the move!” Rose exclaims, drawing their attention back to the screen, where Hux disappears from view. 

Then, as a group, they turn their attention to the second screen. The inside of the bar. 

Poe is leaning casually against one of the pillars inside, one leg propped up, with his hand resting atop his thigh. Just a twitch of a finger from the handle of his blaster, where it sits snug in it's holster. He doesn't appear to be on alert, just loosely holding the neck of a beer bottle in his other hand, but that's by design. The casual, easygoing flyboy, oblivious to everything around him. Incredibly inconspicuous in a bar like this. He practically blends into the chipping paint on the wall.

Suddenly, his head turns as if on a pivot, eyes trained on the newcomer. Poe openly stares and looks Hux up and down as he struts into the bar, tracking his every move; his expression isn’t one of recognition, or even of surprise, but rather- a particular kind of interest that has Finn breaking into a light sweat.

Hux doesn't clock Poe at all, he really does blend into the background, and heads right for the bar. He is early, probably figures he'll get a drink to settle his nerves in the meantime. He peruses the bottles shelved behind the bar with great scrutiny, then straightens up, palms against the counter, and leans over to look down into the conservators along the floor.

Getting an eyeful of ass as Hux bends over the counter, Poe rubs a hand over his chin, biting at his lip. Then he's quickly glancing at his wristcomm, checking the chrono. He seems to decide he has enough time until the rendezvous to squeeze in a flirt and turns his head to the camera, giving a wink and surreptitiously mouthing "just a minute", with a cheeky grin.

Kaydel groans. "Here we go…"

Poe shuffles through the crowd, making a beeline straight for Hux, dropping his beer onto an empty table as he goes. He smooths out his shirt, ruffles his hair and dusts off his trousers, all while staring at Hux's unguarded six, and Finn has honestly never seen anyone more accurately portray the single-minded prowl of a nexu towards it's intended prey. 

He finally reaches Hux, takes up a confident lean, with an elbow atop the bar, and turns on the charm. The angle is wrong for them to see Poe's face, but Hux's mouth isn't moving, while Poe waves his free hand around emphatically. He's clearly chatting him up. Hux's expression screams unimpressed distaste, but Poe is evidently not deterred by this in the slightest.

He points behind the bar and Hux finally says something in response, with a roll of his eyes. Poe's shoulders shake in a chuckle, then he's signalling the bartender. 

Soon, two squat glasses, full of ice and a few generous fingers of Poe's chosen poison, are set down before them. Hux looks down at the drink and shifts slightly, his eyes darting back to Poe's. He says something, his head tilted down, a sly twist to his lips and a sharp look in his eyes. 

It's the look of someone who's just said something like: if I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me.

In response, Poe shakes out his curls with an indulgent laugh, running a hand through them while clearly flexing, and Hux's cheeks alight. His head drawing back slightly. There's a beat while Hux stares- then he's picking up the glass and taking a delicate sip, his eyes not leaving Poe for a second.

"Oh no," Kaydel whimpers again, hands pressed to her cheeks.

"The mission is dual compromised!" Rose cries, pointing to the screen. "Hux is being receptive! They're into each other! They're flirting!"

"No! Please, no!" Finn begs, hands on his head, watching the screen in horror; disturbed to imagine General Hux as a sexual being, as something even capable of flirting. 

All three can only watch as Hux and Poe talk, unaware of the fact that they've started their meeting before the agreed time. They continue to chat, making each other laugh every now and then. Hux looks like a completely different person, sat there in that bar, smiling and laughing- cheeks flushed and hair loose. His eyes seem to have suddenly come alive. He actually looks like a real human, and less like the stiff, harsh droid of a man Finn had grown used to imagining him as.

After a while, Poe finally finishes his drink and peeks at his wristcomms chrono, before glancing around the bar. Hux follows his lead and checks at his own wrist, jumping to his feet a moment later with a hand darting to his mouth, apparently horrified to have let himself be distracted from meeting his scheduled rendezvous by some flirty flyboy. Hux turns to leave but Poe grasps at his arm and Hux immediately rounds on him. They share a few terse words, Hux talking quickly and standing stock still. Then- his mouth simply hangs parted slightly and his head tips back in understanding- he's realised just who it is he's been talking to, and judging by Poe's frozen hand, so has he.

An impasse, tensions high, neither seem to speak or move- 

Until Poe simply shrugs and signals to the barman again, gesturing for Hux to sit back down. 

Their glasses are refilled and Hux idles for a moment, before perching on the barstool once again. He's a little stiff at first, but as time goes on he relaxes again, they talk more seriously now, less laughing and more nodding. They've got down to business. Hux reaches into his shirt and frees a datastick from between his dog tags. He hands it to Poe, who then slips it securely into his pocket, passing Hux his own in return.

There's a pause again, the rendezvous has concluded. Hux should be walking away, but he lingers- and then Poe sets his hand atop Hux's knee, causing him to visibly jerk, alarmed.

Finn tenses. This is it, Poe went too far. Hux is going to draw his blaster, shove it under Poe's chin and blast his face clean off-

Hux stares down at the hand on his leg, here it comes-

Hux is- Hux is spreading his legs wider, and glancing back up to Poe with an expression that can only be described as coy.

Finn gapes, his blood running cold.

Poe leans in and slides his hand up even higher, indecently high. His thumb rubbing slow circles into Hux's inner thigh.

"Has he forgotten we're watching?" Rose asks, shifting back uncomfortably.

"No," Kaydel murmurs, with a small sigh. "He just doesn't care."

Finn chokes. "Well I care! How can this be happening!?" 

"It doesn't usually go on for this long! Normally there isn't the chance to! Normally he remembers he's there for a reason and runs off- but Hux is the reason he's there! Guys, I don't think- I don't think Poe's gonna come home tonight."

"Don't say things like that!" Finn wails, close to tears.

But the evidence is right there, Poe's right hand rubbing at Hux's thigh, the other reaching out to cup the back of Hux's head, guiding him forward. Hux's eyes are wide, cheeks flushed as Poe draws him in closer- and closer- right into a slow, sensual kiss.

"NO!" Finn howls, turning his face away. "Why is he so karking horny! Hux is-" Finn has to stop himself before saying innocent or pure because- well, obviously. "Hux isn't for- for fucking!"

"Tell that to Poe!" Rose laughs stiffly, also turning her face away from where Poe is having his wicked way with Hux's mouth. 

Finn can only let out a cry of anguish. It's not right. It's just not right! He'd never really interacted with Hux, back in the First Order; but he'd certainly seen him, marching up and down the halls. Stiff-backed and sharp. Cold and untouchable. That's who he is. Not the soft man on this screen, falling for some handsome flyboys charms and blushing as he's- ravaged.

"They're getting up,” Kaydel observes, her voice monotone. “They're leaving. Together."

Finn peeks back up to the screen, just in time to witness Poe's hand drop from the small of Hux's back to cup his ass, right before they slip out the door.

They all sit there in silence. Finn honestly feels as though he could cry, emotionally tormented by the things he has just seen.

After that, they lose contact with Poe for a full 12 hours, breaking to head to bed. Finn lies awake all night, unable to forget the image of Poe with a cheeky handful of General Hux's surprising abundance of ass.

The next morning, they regroup around the comms, waiting for any sign that Poe hasn't had his throat slit or been abducted in the time since he went dark.

General Organa appears at some point, "Where the kriff is Poe? The mission shouldn't have taken this long."

Kaydel and Rose share a look, cringing lightly, and Finn squirms.

Organa looks to each of them in turn before pressing her fingers into her eyes. "Tell me he hasn't…"

Suddenly, the subspace comms device hisses and beeps, and Kaydel hastily flicks switch. 

"Hey, guys, I got good news and I got bad news," Poe's voice comes crackling through the comms. His wristcomm is capable of transmitting but not receiving audio, they can only listen to what he has to say. "Right off the bat, the bad news is: I may have become, uh, personally involved with the mole."

Organa sighs deeply.

Poe continues, cheerily, "The good news is: I think I'm in love."

“For Star’s sake, Poe, you sure know how to pick ‘em,” Organa grumbles and Finn couldn’t agree more.

There's some soft rustling transmitted through the device. "Mmnh, Poe?" Comes Hux's voice, sleepy and quiet. There's a small clatter as Poe drops his wristcomm down onto something solid- having failed to remember to switch off the transmission.

An icy cold chill of fear runs down Finn’s spine.

"Hey, you're up," Poe's voice sounds softly, he's moved further from the device, but it's still more than capable of picking up sound from the room. Having automatically adjusting the sensitivity of its receptors. "How'd you sleep?"

"Good," Hux mumbles in a purr, and the soft rustling sounds again. It’s the sound of sheets sliding against bare skin, and it’s quickly followed by some disgustingly wet sounds, shortly punctuated by a high, airy moan.

"You like that, baby?" Poe murmurs, his voice unusually low and rich. That’s his fucking bedroom voice, Finn realises, horrified.

"Yeah," Comes the breathy reply, and Finn would sooner throw himself into the dark and cold of Deep Space than hear any more of Hux rendered ineloquent by ecstasy. Hux doesn't say yeah, he says yes and affirmative, and he barks it out! He doesn't sigh and he definitely doesn’t moan!

But, apparently, under the right circumstances, he does. 

And he is. 

Currently. 

A lot.

Finn desperately slams his hand onto the console, begging, "Turn it off, for the love of the Force! Please! Turn it off!"

Kaydel cuts the feed, silence descends.

And Finn stands there, deeply disturbed, while somewhere, out in the galaxy, his dear friend Poe Dameron is undoubtedly absolutely rocking the world of General Hux. Just as he likely has been doing all night long and Finn withers, face pinched in disgust. Cursing whatever dark powers saw fit to allow this insanity to occur.

"Well," Organa says, turning to stalk back out of the comms centre, calling, over her shoulder, "We either have a new recruit, or the most loyal mole ever deployed. I'm choosing to see this as a win for the Resistance."

As she sweeps from the room, Kaydel and Rose share a look.

"A new recruit?" Keydel repeats, dubiously.

"Wouldn't that be a trip? Hux creeping around here…" Rose mutters, drumming her fingers on the desk. "I wonder if he knows how to do anything other than strut around and get drooled on by horny pilots."

"Hopefully. I don't think 'Poe's booty-call' is an official position in the Resistance," Keydel laughs into her hand.

Rose leans in, grinning. "Are you sure? I think I saw a requisition form around here somewhere!"

Kaydel and Rose laugh raucously and Finn can only bury his face into his hands, as he lets out a long, tortured cry of pure anguish. If Hux ends up on the Resistance base, with Poe sniffing around him every waking pfassking moment, then Finn might just have to un-defect, himself.