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Sex Pollen Pre Relationship
Poe Dies Pre Relationship
Nightmare Early Relationship
Hogwarts AU Pre Relationship
Poe Almost Dies Pre Relationship
MoM AU First Night
Slightly Older Hogwarts AU
Post-TLJ
Bodyguard and Prince AU; overflow
Massage Pre Relationship
Oblivious Poe AU
Cyborg Poe AU
MoM AU Sex Pollen
FO Infiltration Sex Ring
TFLN
Soulmate Tattoo AU
Finn Marries Someone Else AU
Evil Finn AU; overflow: 1, 2
MoM AU Poe 10 Yrs Older
Vamp/Were AU
Missing for a Year/Telepathy AU
MoM AU Poe 'canon' updated
Dark Possessive AU
Married on Yavin AU
MoM AU Sexy Outfits
MoM AU Subway Sex
MoM AU with Melodies!Finn; overflow
MoM AU Photo-Op Kiss
Nearly Old Men AU
MoM AU Rule 63
Online Dating AU
MoM AU Poe Lost His In-Game Memories; overflow
Trans Poe AU
College Roommate AU
TIE Pilot/Prostitute AU
MoM AU Finn Returns from Port-Out
MoM AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Canon AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Shape Shifter AU; timeskip
FO Sexual Torture AU
MoM AU Finn Has a Boyfriend
Hades AU Finn Left Alone
MoM AU Apocalypse
MoM AU Poe Died in Canon
Canon AU Handjob in a Hospital (inspiration)
MoM AU Another Apocalypse
WWI Pen-Pal/Love Letters AU
Institutionalized Prostitution AU
MoM AU Body Swap
Post-TROS Victory Party

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Force, was he okay? He could barely tell, saturated by hazy pleasure pushed passed the point of bearing.

"Can't think straight," he mumbled against Finn's cheek trying to catch his mouth. "I want -- I want you forever, Finn, right here like this-- but I-- I know there's something I'm supposed to..." He cut off in a shuddering moan, again, the vines sliding into him relentlessly. "Maybe we could - continue somewhere else--"

But at that thought the vines seemed to react, and pulled Poe forcibly away from Finn. He was braced on all sides, now, legs pulled apart as if presented to the other man, and a thick cloud of pollen was released into the air.

It couldn't let them go. Not yet.

There was a moment of sheer adrenaline when Poe was taken from him, his hands reaching out to desperately grab at nothing.

This was wrong. This situation was all wrong. The vines were doing something to them and, finally, with Poe's body not glued to him, Finn fully realized that they were in some sort of danger.

If only... he could think a little further than that... Poe wasn't taken far from him and, even if not being touched felt almost excruciating right now, he could see that there was no intention to separate them more. And there Poe stood before him, lean and strong and beautiful and wanting. Wanting for him. (Or he had been just a moment ago. He definitely remembered that.)

"We should-" Should call BB-8. Should definitely try to send out a message to BB-8 in a comm unit that was tangled in someone's clothes that were somewhere around their feet. But the plants weren't holding Finn back and he had to reach out to touch Poe's hips. The vines around his cock were trying to keep him hard, and the hazy mist was doing a great job of putting his mind in a similar condition. "Poe, you're beautiful. You look so good. I want-" He stepped forward, tentatively pressing their bodies together again, knowing that he was supposed to be concerned about something right now. "I need you. I need this."

Finn's touch felt like electricity, and as he breathed deep the utter need filled him again, making his spent cock twitch in its vine sheath.

The vines spread him wider, and he moaned as they slowly slid out of him, the emptiness almost unbearable. "Please--" he agreed as he could feel Finn's body slowly press against him again.

"Please, Finn- I need- I need you more than anything I've ever needed in my entire life." He had just been trying to formulate a thought, but that was gone now, the last tendril of a tip still flicking at his entrance, beckoning Finn to take its place.

Without much more prompting on either of their parts, Finn took him with a deep groan, pressing in hard and deep on the first thrust. The slide into Poe felt far too good, better than he imagined, and he whined from the feeling.

The thrusting was automatic, instinctual at this point, but he was still far too sensitive and spent for this kind of endurance. The vines still stroked him from inside Poe, still teased him from behind, but just having the other man like this was enough to make him try to keep going.

"I'll give it to you. I'll give you everything," he promised, pressing his lips against Poe's neck in more of a mess than kisses, his tongue tracing a vein and tasting the sweetness on Poe's skin. One hand traveled down to palm his ass and feel himself thrusting into him. "I need you. Fuck, Poe. I'll always need you."

Despite having honestly believed that Finn had been fucking him, earlier, it still didn't match up to seeing it. Poe moaned, uselessly, his toes curling and his hips trying to meet every thrust.

He didn't know how much later it was when he woke up. Naked, slightly cold, and crumpled up against Finn like they'd collapsed in a pile, he was suddenly much more able to think clearly. He tried to move but his head swam a little and he had to stay still as his blood pressure went back to normal. His heart was racing just from the adrenaline of waking up in such a state, but -

He wasn't actually that worried. A quick glance over Finn told him that the man wasn't too hurt - maybe a few bruises - but he was sleeping peacefully enough, if totally naked. There was no sign of the plant. Had he dreamed it?

He shifted his body and it ached - especially below the belt - and that proved pretty quickly that he definitely hadn't dreamed it. He felt a flush rising to his cheeks but he tried to ignore it as he gently started shaking Finn's shoulder.

"... Hey. Hey, Finn, come on. We probably should get out of here."

Finn couldn't remember the last time he was resting this well. So when an intrusion decided to present itself, he scrunched his face and tried to shift away from the hand on his shoulder. He felt sore and exhausted and had a strong preference for going back to sleep.

... On this... hard, cold floor... while naked- What?

His eyes opened with a grumble, taking in the situation as much as his groggy mind could, the memory of all that swimming up to the surface. Oh- Oh wow. That... could not have just happened. But Poe was naked beside him and there were certain spots decidedly more sore than others.

"Are you okay?" he asked, trying to lean up a little too fast and take everything else in. Poe looked fine, check. The vines were gone, check. Most of their clothes were in sight, check. Now, where was the hole that was supposed to swallow him into the ground at just this moment?

Where did he even begin with the apologies? Should he apologize? Was that the vines or Poe? The vines, right? What about himself? He was certainly more... upfront about his feelings, but they were still his. But- No. He tried to push it down for the moment to make sure Poe was all right before anything else.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sore, but that was nothing compared to things he'd gone through before. Finn had dragged him out of a torture chambered. It was kind of hard to imagine complaining about being sore after that. His cheeks were still hot, and he wet his lips, pausing as if going to say something, but then seemingly thought better of it and gave Finn a hearty pat on his shoulder.

"BB-8's probably frying his circuits, worrying about us," He said, shifting with a grunt as he looked around to grab his clothes. Pants, first. Where was his underwear? Who knew. He wasn't going to go looking too hard. He just started sliding them on as-is.

Wha- What? Finn blinked hard and questioned himself. He remembered correctly, right? The whole-... Well, the bruises on his thighs seemed to suggest- But- Poe did just pat him on the shoulder, right?

This was hell. He'd died and this was hell.

Face almost practically on fire, Finn found his own pants not very far away and got up to retrieve them. The shirt seemed to be missing somehow, but at least he knew where both of his boots were. He busied himself with getting them on, hopping on one leg at a time like it was morning drill or something, trying very hard not to look in Poe's general direction. He wasn't sure what the other's reaction to waking up like this meant, but it made a whole hell of a lot of guilt curl up in Finn's stomach. He couldn't lose Poe over this... Right?

Not looking at Poe, he tried to speak, "Do we-," and had to immediately stop to clear his throat. "Communicator. Do you see a, uh- Never mind, I-" Ah, God, shut up. He found a communicator next to one of his boots. "Bee, you holding up okay?"

Poe, on the other hand, was dealing with it precisely the same way he dealt with every life-threatening and bizarre predicament he found himself in: getting through it and then dealing with it later. Maybe not the healthiest way of dealing with things, but certainly the one that kept him alive. Talking about it could wait until they were back on the ship. And hopefully until he could look at Finn without turning bright red.

Poe managed to find his boots and communicator too, turning it on just in time to catch BB's worried but relieved series of whistles and beeps on the other side.

"Yeah, sorry buddy," He replied to the droid as he pulled on his shirt. "We uh - we got held up. Don't think it's a good idea to grab any of the supplies from here, though. Probably contaminated. Can you boot up the diagnostic tools in the med supplies? Just to check."

Got held up was one way to put it. By the time Finn stopped scrubbing at his eyes, he found his jacket. There was probably time to search around for his shirt, socks, underwear, dignity, etc. but he was worried about the vines coming back and really just wanted to get out of here.

He considered briefly that they should probably track the vines down and take a sample, make sure they weren't in any real health-related danger, but- Ha ha, no. Just no. Besides, Finn wasn't exactly clean right now. He had more than enough samples all over him- Oh geez, why was he thinking about that? Oh right, because they were both probably contaminated.

Finn zipped up his jacket, realized his blaster was missing, and decided he didn't care enough. "Got everything?" As much as this was awkward and uncomfortable, they shouldn't split up. Now that he knew the signs of these vines, maybe they can avoid them together... ~~He wasn't even going to think about the alternative.~~

Poe was pulling on his own jacket, and then leaning down to grab a blaster that had slid into a corner, before holding it out to Finn.

"I do now," he said, sounding a little amused. Trust him to start making jokes at a time like this. "Let's get back to the ship. This is going to be an - uh - interesting debriefing." And like an asshole he just turned around and started heading back the way they came, checking around corners to make sure there were no plants hiding around behind anything.

If Finn didn't talk first, he wouldn't say much else the entire way back to the ship, preferring to get there as quickly as possible.

Once they got in the ship, however, he stopped Finn before he went past the main airlock. "Detox first. Who knows what the hell that stuff was but probably a good idea to make sure we aren't carrying any of it. Can't really fight the First Order if the Resistance just turns into an orgy, right?"

An interesting debriefing, he said. Finn held the blaster loosely in his hand, watching Poe's retreating back down the corridor. After a few feet were spaced out between them, he mindlessly followed.

Why was Poe so chill? Was this normal for him? To find aphrodisiac plants on missions and fuck someone while repeating how much he loved them? Was that normal now? Rhetorical question. This isn't normal, it can't be normal, and he had no idea how Poe was able to just- just... roll with it!

He hadn't meant any of it, had he? This was one of those situations that people never speak of, wasn't it? What if they didn't talk about any of this? What if they stopped talking completely? Hell, Finn could hardly look at him. But they had stopped just inside the ship, and Finn finally did look at him. And then stared at him.

An orgy, he said. Just... an orgy. Just sex. Just- "Uh-huh," Finn answered without doing anything. But shook his head. "Right, yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right. Yeah, okay." He started removing the jacket, belatedly remembering he didn't have his shirt anymore and began to move away. If anything, he just wanted a minute alone... Not that being alone right now would make a difference. The Poe was treating this, he might as well be.

Maybe it was for the best, though. Maybe this was the only way they could be okay afterward.

Stupid. Dammit. Shouldn't have told him.

"Finn."

He couldn't know what was going through the other man's head, obviously, but Finn wasn't exactly the hardest guy to read in the world. "Abject Misery" seemed to be the man's current state. It caused Poe felt a very sharp pang of guilt. Just how much of that had he forced on Finn? So when he spoke now, his voice was a little softer, a little quieter, and he reached out to touch his shoulder again, to get Finn to meet his eyes.

"Let me make sure you're okay, alright?" The joking bravado was gone. "I need to know you're okay. So detox. Diagnostic. That's gotta happen first, before - well, anything else. Want to make sure you're totally with me, okay?"

Finn did pause and look back at him, having to take a full stop at the sudden sincerity. He stared back at Poe, eyes darting over his face, trying hard to read him. But that was always a difficult task for Finn no matter who the person was, and Poe was more difficult to read than anyone sometimes.

But he was right about the detox and diagnostic. Making sure that Poe was okay after that should be at the top of his list anyway... So now he felt bad for ignoring the situation and not keeping Poe's well-being first. Fantastic.

But he nodded and let out a deep breath. Later. Just process later. "Yeah, okay. Sorry."

Poe wet his lips.

"Can't wear clothes for detox, but - you want to go through first? I can hang back if you're not- I mean- I get it, if you think I've had more of a fair share of an eyeful. But it'll be faster if we go through together."

Nudity had never been a huge thing for Finn, growing up the way he had. There was a lot more to consider uncomfortable now, but he also oddly didn't care. Poe had seen it all, and Finn had a feeling that Poe wouldn't bother looking at him like that again anyway. He was more concerned about how uncomfortable the other man found the idea.

But... he shook his head and removed the jacket, being sure not to look at him again. "I'm fine with it. Whatever you want." He didn't wait for an answer. Just got rid of the jacket before methodically moving to the boots then pants, just not thinking about this whole thing.

Poe had the sudden urge to kiss him. Not like before - not like his mind was being overridden, the safe guards bypassed. But just because he wanted to wipe that blank sullenness off his face. But he didn't. Who knew how long the plant's effect might work. Sure, Finn might forgive him for when they were both in the throes of it, but now that Poe felt mostly himself, if he took advantage of Finn- - he'd never forgive himself. Better to wait.

He didn't reply, just nodded and started to strip, not at all self concious. It was a lot easier to see the bruises, though - dark purple marks on his hips and thighs and sides, looking exactly like Finn's fingerprints..

He managed not to flush, this time, and once they were both disrobed he shoved the potentially contaminated clothes in a bag for later testing, then turned on the decontamination process. No water, no steam, but lasers strong enough that they felt hot. After a minute, the system chimed.

"Alright, med bay."

Med bay was a large word for the tiny bunk style cot that made it up - definitely not big enough for more than one person. And they had to walk the whole way there naked. But the diagnostic tool was already rolled out.

"Take a seat. I'll run it on you, first, then you can do me."

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Finn almost wished everything felt awkward again. Now he just wanted to get all of this over with, find a quiet place somewhere on the ship, and process how he was going to fix things with Poe. Just going through the motions now in as much of a professional air as he could muster felt too reminiscent of the old days, and certainly not how he ever felt with the other man. He didn't want to close off, but things had changed now and... he had to salvage what he could.

And part of salvaging everything was to keep himself from feeling hurt while Poe ran a diagnostic over his naked body. He felt exposed in a way he didn't like... But whatever. Finn sat as ordered and stretched his neck, kinda curious if he was still being affected after all. "Ready. Come on."

At this angle, his eyes fell on the bruises on Poe's hip before he looked away, guilt waiting in his chest. He had similar bruises... Just hoped Poe didn't mention them.

The scan was first, and Poe was thorough, if still professional, and at the end he paused, pressing the device to Finn's throat. A sharp prick, and he pulled it away again, blood sample taken.

"Alright, alright, let's see--" he paused as he scanned the read out, lips moving as he read it to himself. Finally he let out a relieved sigh. "Nothing. Some trace remnants of a protein in your blood, but already mostly disintegrated. That's it. We're completely ourselves again."

His relief was palpable, and as he raised his head to meet Finn's eyes. "Thank the Force."

He handed over the diagnostic tool, still trying to convince himself not to just kiss him. The urge was a hell of a lot stronger, now.

"Check me over and then tell me if I'm allowed to kiss you or not because I'm going a little nuts, here." So much for suave.

Finn let out a heavy sigh from the news, his shoulders sagging. Didn't realize he'd been so worried about that, but if it wasn't still affecting him, then maybe it was leaving Poe alone, too.

He took the diagnostic tool and... stopped. "You want to kiss me?" It was said with less curiosity and far more hope than he'd care to admit. Poe... still-... No! No, that could be the, uh- Right.

He jumped out and maneuvered Poe to his spot. "Sit," he said and quickly started scanning him, trying to be as thorough as possible. Because surely Poe didn't- Oh, please, let it be true.

He didn't smile, despite how cute that reaction was, because he hadn't been lying. Trying to hold himself back was miserable and driving him crazy. The tone gave him some hope, though.

"Yeah. If that wasn't already made painfully obvious. And there's no point to try to hide it anymore, so--" He didn't flinch, but his words did halt as the device took the blood sample from his neck.

"So if that's something you want to do, too, you'd better tell me."

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Finn didn't answer, because he did, he desperately wanted things to resolve themselves in that general direction. At the same time, he couldn't believe anything Poe was saying right now. It sounded a lot like how he talked back there and, well, what if it was all a lie? What if this whole station existed to screw over his feelings about Poe Dameron? That'd be grand.

So he stared at the diagnostic tool with bated breath as the results started pouring. Aaaannnd- He actually gasped. "You're okay! It's not even-" It's fine! There's nothing! He-! Poe-!

Finn looked up from the device and gave Poe a hard stare, debating his options, before putting it aside. He cupped Poe's face and kissed him. It wasn't desperate and hungry like the ones before, but maybe sweet? Really, he just wanted to reassure to himself that this was happening, his feelings were okay to have, and they were going to be all right.

The lack of answer was a bit worrying, especially with how intensely Finn was staring at the device. Poe was starting to think he'd made a terrible miscalculation, and then Finn was staring at him.

"Look, it's totally okay if you --" he was starting to say, when Finn cut him off with a kiss, surprisingly tender. Not like whatever had happened to them on the station. It was gentle, and it made his heart thump almost painfully in his chest as he returned it, lips parting in almost a sigh against Finn's.

He'd never felt this relieved.

He settled his hands around Finn's hips, tilting his head up into the kiss as he tried to deepen it. But the angle was not easy to keep and after a second he pulled back, looking a little flushed. "I, uh- would have preferred a better way to tell you, but--"

When Poe pulled away, Finn took the time to collect himself and try to sort this out all over again. He'd apparently assumed wrong. Right?

He did not want to assume again. "You meant all that, right? What you said back there with the-" He waved his hand, not too willing to put a word to it right now. "Did you mean it?"

"Yeah." He offered a warm, relieved smile. "Well pretty much all of it. Pretty sure I would normally have begged for a break somewhere in there, but."

He paused, shifting so he could stand up, sliding his own hands to cup Finn's jaw.

"Yeah. I've been in love with you for a while. Though I really didn't think it was mutual until, ah--" Until we were fucking each other's brains out? -- "Until today, so--"

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