Entirely Different

Chapter Twenty : The Void

"This is the Temple of the Sith?" You asked, testing the water.

He nodded somberly, eyes on the rocky cave.

"Are you mad at me?" You asked, incredulous; feet planting in the dirt.

He turned back to you with wide eyes.

"What?" His brow reflected confusion, but you weren't so quick to dismiss it.

"Are you?" You swallowed, holding your ground.

"No, why would you think that?" He asked, making his way towards you.

You held up a hand, motioning him to stay at a distance.

"You seem upset." You stated simply, shoulders shrugging.

He tried to take another step toward you, falling short when you held up your palm to him again.

"I'm not upset." He assured you with sincere eyes.

"I'm a little confused. Maybe even a little concerned, but not upset with you." He explained, reaching out a hand to you.

You raised a brow, indication he should continue.

He sighed.

"You're okay with this, then?" Kylo asked, expecting a façade to break and you would let him see how you were really handling this. No such luck.

"I trust it." You said simply.

"Should I not?" You watched his reaction closely.

Why wasn't he willing to accept that you were fine?

"That's not it." He tried to explain. "I guess I just expected you to be more... I don't know, concerned?"

You thought about it for a moment. You hadn't really given yourself any time to process, you just accepted it. That's the way your dad had raised you – to accept authority, to search for it, to abide. You were raised to be the perfect soldier; and Snoke made you feel like a solider. Really, his words were "weapon." You hadn't stopped to think of it. Your brow furrowed, questioning your sudden and sure subservience. Was this you?

Kylo stayed at a distance, watching you mull through your thoughts.

The soldier prevailed.

"Let's go inside." You walked past him.

Kylo had to fight the urge to reach out for you when you passed, struggled with the need to feel your skin. There was something confusing and concerning about the amount of power and authority you were exuding since leaving your meeting with Snoke, but could Kylo deny how it made him feel? There was something strong and sure about you now, something so damn sexy about it. You accepted this life, he could feel your hunger for it.

He'd been sensing you piece it together, he felt the realization when you connected the dots of Cardo's mistake in influencing the wrong person. You felt stronger, felt no need to be controlled. You could control yourself. You didn't feel like the same person – you were something desired, something strong and useful, you felt like you belonged. And you loved it. And Kylo loved it. He didn't know it yet, but watching you find yourself over the past few days had been exactly what he'd been looking for.

Kylo followed you into the cave.

The Temple of the Sith welcomed the two of you with pulsating energy peaks, warm tides pulling you towards the deepest part of the cave. Black rock created intricate patterns on the inside of the temple, swirling pathways which drew you into the center of the temple where a large pool sat in complete, undisturbed calm. The water looked like liquid night, endless and menacing but filled with promises. The liquid called to you, pulling you towards it.

"Why are we here, Kylo?" Your voice was different, hollow, and yet full.

You heard it too. Remaining quiet while Kylo waited for you to speak again.

You turned to him expectantly.

"Why are we here?" You asked again.

He heard it. The voices of all the Sith in yours.

He was entranced, feet falling towards you without his knowledge. You could feel it too, being pulled to each other like magnets. Kylo's hand reach out to wrap around your wrist, the warm leather preventing his skin from coming in contact with yours. And suddenly you were too far away, the pair of you too separated by distance and clothing and limbs. In a frenzied rush, his gloves were the first things to go; his lips collided hard against yours, bruising the soft flesh.

Your teeth settled the score, sinking harshly into his tongue and lapping up the blood which spilled between your mouths. His fingertips found the skin on the nape of your neck, fire bled from the spot into your veins. His teeth sank into your lip and salt filled your mouths again. The two of you undressed each other in a blind rage, your kiss a connection of souls. At some point you had stepped into that water, finding it both warm and inviting, but also cooled the fire between you where your skin met. Kylo was shirtless, in the process of abandoning his pants when your lips parted as you stumbled back into the water. He smiled drunkenly at you, all dimples and teeth, and trudged into the black deep.

You were only aware that you were naked when he slid into you, his cock slippery and harder than ever before, you didn't even know how it ached to be inside you. You throbbed around him like a prayer, clenching and unclenching so fast it wasn't human. He gasped against your lips and you drank it in. The two of you were drunk on the sensations, drowning in each other, slowly blacking out as you succumbed to the pleasure in the dark. The only thing that tethered you to reality was the way his cock pounded into you, you couldn't even feel the steel cables of his arms locking your chest flush to his.

He couldn't feel your nails digging trenches into his back or the way yours thighs squeezed his hips tightly. He was only earth-bound by the wet heat of your cunt and the way it impossibly swallowed him whole over and over again. A small part of him marveled that he was still able to thrust into you, not able to feel any exhaustion in sight – just this blind need to completely lose himself inside you. The two of you quickly raced your way to your respective climaxes, with some divine knowledge that it would become the catalyst of something... entirely different.

Finally, release came (as did the pair of you) and your consciousnesses melted into the void.