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Title: N/A
Fandom: Tales of Destiny
Pairing: Hugo/Leon
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 826 words
Notes: WARNING FOR DUBCON.
"You called for me, Master Hugo?" Leon stood in the doorway, hanging back from crossing the threshold as he stared uncertainly into the study. A single lamp did little to illuminate the late-night darkness except at the desk, where it provided an uneven circle of light, oddly warm compared to the nearly imperceptible chill that suffused the room.
Hugo finished scrawling a last few lines onto a document and set it to one side. "Ah, yes. One moment, Leon," he said without looking up. With neat precision he separated the paperwork into piles and filed it away in the desk, locking it in with a small key he kept in his pocket. His pens were put into another drawer, equally as meticulously ordered. Finally he adjusted his glasses on his nose and met Leon's gaze with a raised eyebrow. "Why are you still standing over there? You may enter, of course. Close the door behind you."
"Yes, sir." The heavy wooden door slid shut with a click behind Leon as he walked to the desk. He stood opposite Hugo, his posture stiff and his eyes never quite raising above the level of the desk to meet Hugo's.
"I hear you're becoming quite popular at the castle," Hugo said, a pleasant expression on his face. "The dashing young knight who rescued the queen. Apparently the court ladies talk of nothing else."
Leon's shoulders stiffened further. "Useless," he hissed softly. "I wouldn't know, sir. I never pay attention to anything they say. It's all worthless gossip."
"The talk of the court and you're not enjoying a moment of it, are you." Hugo's lips curved into a slight smirk. "...good."
"Sir?" Leon looked up, his expression of calculated blankness flickering for a moment as it always did when Hugo showed any small sign of approval.
Hugo pushed his chair back from the desk. "Come here, Leon." He watched with satisfaction as the boy did as he was told and moved around the desk to stand next to him, and turned the chair to face him. With one hand he grasped Leon's chin and tilted his head up--even sitting, Hugo was nearly at the same height as Leon, and he wondered faintly if the boy would ever grow. "We wouldn't want you to get an elevated opinion of yourself, after all." Hugo's eyes went half-lidded as his smirk widened. "Don't forget that you're my tool."
Whether at the words or the touch, Leon shuddered faintly, a whole-body shiver that ran the length of his spine. "Father--" he began, only to cut off with a startled cry as Hugo's hand came down upon him in a fierce blow. He hunched in on himself a little, staring at Hugo with wide eyes.
"You know better than to call me that," Hugo snarled. His hand savagely caressed the reddening mark on Leon's pale cheek.
"I-I'm very sorry, Master Hugo."
"Then show me." Hugo withdrew his hand from Leon. It went to the fastenings of his pants and opened them, revealing his already half-hard cock.
Leon wordlessly dropped to his knees, an unreadable expression on his face. One thin, almost delicate hand wrapped around the base of Hugo's cock as he leaned in. For a moment, he hesitated. "...yes, Master Hugo," he said finally. His tongue darted out to nervously moisten his lips before he parted them around the head.
Hugo chuckled low in his throat. He gently caressed Leon's soft, dark hair as the boy slowly took him deeper. As always, Leon looked so pretty like this, black lashes fluttering against pale skin as his eyes slid shut, his mouth stretched wide around the width of Hugo's cock. A small choked noise escaped him as it was forced down the back of his throat--there was no way he could take all of it in.
Before Leon could have a change to get used to the feeling, Hugo's hand tightened in his hair and he began to thrust. Another choked noise followed by a pained moan was the result, Leon's eyes flying open and his fingers digging into the seat of the chair. Using Leon's hair as leverage, Hugo brutally fucked the soft heat of his mouth, each whimper he drew from the boy spurring him on. Leon's eyes were watering, his cheeks red and his lips bruised. Hugo growled, forcing himself deeper as he came. He kept a tight grip on Leon's hair to keep him from pulling away as the boy struggled, trying not to choke on the sudden gush of fluids.
When he finally released him, Leon doubled over coughing, spatters of semen still on his lips. While he waited for Leon to catch his breath, Hugo refastened his pants and straightened his clothes. When the boy finally managed to pick himself up off the ground and wipe his mouth, Hugo regarded him with a cool gaze.
"You may go," he said, and turned back to the desk.
Leon was silent for a long moment. Then, shakily, he made his way to the door. "Yes, Master Hugo."
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