[Fic] A Question Of Persuasion
Written for 8059challenge .
Author: Lampazo
Prompt: 10. Their desks.
Title: A Question of Persuasion.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairings: 8059, Basil.
Rating: R, NC-17 - really?
Wordcount: 2200.
A/N: I should feel sorry for writing this one, but I don’t. Also, this is an AU.
And characterization, what?
“Okay.” Hayato said. “What the fuck.”
Yamamoto beamed. “I just thought I'd try and convince you one more time, privately.”
Hayato rubbed his temples and tried his best not to explode.
Takeshi Yamamoto, the honorable prince of a faraway kingdom, a thrice-repeated victor of miscellaneous knight sword tournaments etcetera etcetera arrived to the palace this afternoon with an was was announced as an informal visit, accompanied by a small retinue of varyingly sketchy subjects. The prince instantly conquered the palace staff with his charming manners and attractive looks, and requested an audience with prince Hayato. The request was immediately granted, because Yamomoto’s kingdom was a force to be considered, and His Highness was, after all, second in the line of succession.
During the first fifteen minutes while Prince Yamamoto was chatting about the weather in an irritatingly cheerful tone, Hayato tried not to stare at his unnaturally white shining teeth, and instead entertained himself with guessing the gender of some prince’s retinue members. At the sixteenth minute prince Yamamoto cleared his throat, gracefully lowered onto one knee and promptly confessed his undying love, followed by a flawlessly delivered proposal. Hayato choked on a marshmallow he was chewing. After clearing his throat and gulping down two glasses of water, he in the most polite manner possible informed the prince that he was of course very flattened, but sorry that would be a No, because above all other reasons in case honorable prince Yamamoto hadn’t notice, they were both young men so such an act would be impossible.
To this Prince Yamamoto answered that such formalities wouldn’t be an obstacle for a true love and could easily be taken care of. Besides, he added with a wink, as far as he knew personally it wouldn’t be such an obstacle for prince Hayato either.
At this point, despite the fact the fact that the wink made prince Yamamoto’s handsome features look even more handsome and that blue frock coat really suited him, Hayato felt a mighty urge to grab prince Yamamoto by the collar and shake with great force, or maybe call him an idiot and feed him some of dynamites he hide permanently under his undershirt.
Instead, he inhaled and tried to remember all the ettiquette lessons he was grilled with for past ten years, and quickly stated that twenty minutes simply weren’t enough for him to know a person enough to make such a decision and after that claimed the audience closed.
That annoying smile of his never slipped from Prince Yamamoto’s face, and he retreated from the hall so suspiciously easy that Hayato should know that it wouldn’t end like that.
And so he shouldn’t be so surprised when two hours later a loud knock disturbed the silence of his boudoir, and following the sound he found out Prince Yamamoto’s joyous face plastered to the glass from outside. Taking into consideration the fact that the boudoir was situated on the fourth floor, Hayato gurgled and hurriedly opened the window. Prince Yamamoto instantly slipped in (gracefully), not giving Hayato any time to detect on what the hell he was standing at the first place.
“Okay.” Hayato said. “What the fuck.”
Yamamoto beamed. “I just thought I'd try and convince you one more time, privately.”
Hayato rubbed his temples and tried his best not to explode.
“I believe”, he started, “I believe that I’ve already given you my answer.”
“Yeah yeah”, laughed Prince Yamamoto and rubbed his neck, “and looked so cool in process. But you know how it is,” he nudged Hayato at the side, “Nothing is really decided on those boring official audiences anyway.”
Hayato quickly contemplated the size of an international scandal followed by a foreign prince’s tormented body found in his boudoir. “I have no intentions of marrying you - God, it even sounds so wrong. Why not just marry some princess?”
Yamamoto thoughtfully tapped his chin. “That’s the problem exactly. Since I’m twenty one now, I’m expected to make a good match, and we are bombarded with offers from neighboring kingdoms. If I won’t marry soon enough, they will marry me off to someone completely random, so I started to search around.”
Hayato had to admit that the prince had a point. Turning the same age two months ago, he was almost daily pressed with the similar matters, and considering the fact that he did prefer things, well, the other way around, it was, to put it mildly, inconvenient.
“I’ve seen your pictures and decided to visit - you looked really pretty at those, besides I’ve read your speeches and science articles - I haven’t actually understood a half of it haha, but it seems that you’re really smart!”
“And you are an idiot.” Hayato stated, content that at least one of his suggestions was true.
“Ahhaha, you’re so funny, Hayato!” - Hayato nearly choked at the casual address, - “But seriously, I didn’t expect you to be so beautiful.”
Yamamoto took two easy steps forward and gently traced the line of Hayato’s jaw. “You’re almost criminally attractive, you know?”
Hayato shrieked louder than he would like to anticipate, because Yamamoto certainly knew where to touch, and backed off a little. His back hit edge of his desk. “Slow down, you,” he said nervously, “you know me about three hours in total, doesn’t it all look a little too fast for you?”
Yamamoto flashed him a perfect million watt grin, “Plenty of time to get to know you in the future. That would work out just perfectly, you and me.”
Hayato snorted, trying to ignore the fact that they were standing still close enough to feel each other body heat even through two sets of clothes. “Perfect my ass. And even if I would consider such an opportunity - which I don’t - there’s no such thing as a marriage between two men.”
Prince Yamamoto just carelessly waved his hands, nearly hitting Hayato in process. “Nah, that’s not a problem. After all, your sister is a queen, and my brother is a king. He’s awesome, my brother, just a little loud sometimes, but that’s cool. You will totally get along with him,” his smile wavered a little, “or maybe not… Anyway, I talked with our prime-minister, and he said that’s alright, would show how progressive our kingdom is and stuff.”
“I don’t-”And whatever brilliant argument Hayato intended to let out, left unsaid forever, because at that moment his personal assistant Basil’s voice reached them directly from the closed door. “I’m going in, Hayato-dono, are you busy?”
“Ohshi-,” Hayato hissed as the two shared panicked looks. “The desk!” He pointed at the most suitable for hiding object at the room, heavy mahogany table with solid front side - not perfect, but right now certainly wasn’t the time to be picky. “Crawl under the desk! Quicker, you bastard!”
Yamamoto addressed him a sharp glance and wide smile that left him somewhat worried before disappearing under the table surface. Hayato frantically looked around and didn’t come up with anything better than sit at the same very desk, to prevent Yamamoto from being noticed, and, simultaneously, to anchor himself, because, seriously, his hands were quivering.
Not having a clue about what turmoil he had caused, Basil entered the boudoir with polite little smile. “Ah, Hayato-dono, I’m glad you’re free. I have quite a matter to discuss with you.”
Well, thought Hayato, it’s just getting better and better, isn’t it? As if being stuck with bothersome noisy princes in his boudoir, to the point where he couldn’t help but become turned on a great deal - he blamed his own untamed hormones and that damn sexy smirk of aforementioned bothersome noisy princes - wasn’t bad enough. At this moment he froze in petrifaction, suddenly aware that he had just let Yamamoto the Stupid Hot Idiot Prince Thing a very privileged position to observe how exactly his presence turned Hayato on a great deal. He gulped, wiggled a couple of times and was about to flee his place and let Basil make wild guesses why he was running around in his own boudoir alone and aroused, when one steady and strong hand settled on his knee, preventing him from sudden movements.
“So,” he drawled conversationally, hoping that at least some of his honor could live through this. “What did you want to talk about?”
“About the proposal today, Hayato-dono.”Basil offered politely, “His Highness Yamamoto’s proposal. The one that you have declined.”
“Yeah, what about that? I think I made it clear that I have no intentions in marrying the idiotic prince.” He blindly kicked in Yamamoto’s general direction to make sure his point reached that destination, too. “Wasn’t it polite enough? Are we starting a war?”
“No, nothing like that.” Awkwardly laughed Basil, “Actually, Her Majesty thinks that this match would be a wonderful idea.”
“WHAT?!” Hayato squeaked, partly from shock and partly because at that very moment Yamamoto’s hand clasped around fabric of his pants on exact place that indicated that, yes, Hayato was still rather turned on.
He had a very bad feeling about this.
“Her Majesty is aware of the fact that you are adult now and therefore, according to the kingdom laws, should be married.” Patiently explained Basil, “She also wishes you happiness, and brings in consideration your, um, particular preferences, so this is a great opportunity to settle things with maximal benefits for all sides.”
“What benefits?!” Groaned Hayato, helplessly feeling Yamamoto working his way through Hayato’s clothes. “Is it even legal?”
“It will be - Her Majesty thinks it will be a perfect chance to show our modern side and create a precedent for other countries to follow. The Council of Ministers is concordant with her, too. ” Nodded Basil.
“Yeah, right, concordant - I bet that they just want to live through this day without tasting sister’s Poison Cooking,” thought Hayato and asked aloud, “But why marry me off? Why not exile me or someth-OH.”He involuntary bit his lip, courtesy of Yamamoto’s hand closing around him.
“Please, be serious, Hayato-dono.” Softly scolded Basil. “You should be married, and Prince Yamamoto is a magnificent match.”
“Why HIM.” Moaned Hayato and banged both fists against the desk, because at that moment Yamamoto sucked the tip of Hayato’s cock.
“You see,” started good-naturedly Basil, “he’s the second in the line of succession after his brother, King Squalo, and has quite a weight on international political stage. He is claimed as a rightful ruler of territories all over the south of his kingdom, has three duke’s crowns, two visconties and four grey’s titles; he’s going to succeed even more and is said to have quite a private fortune.”
At this point Yamamoto confidently swallowed all of Hayato’s length and the latter choked on his breath.
“Aside of all that,” continued Basil, blissfully not noticing the fact that his interlocutor started to hyperventilate, “His Highness is a rather talented. He’s a gifted swordsman - that runs in the family, a winner of various tournaments and successor of the rare Shigune Souen Rue style.”
Hayato briefly considered informing Basil about the fact that at this moment very promising and indeed, talented honorable Prince Yamamoto was busy giving him head, but that would require opening his mouth, and Hayato was not sure about sounds that would be let out then.
“And on top of that,” singsonged Basil, encouraged by Hayato’s lack of objections, “His Highness is very good-looking and charming young man. It’s said that his chancellery is full of marriage offers from all over the world.”
Yamamoto pumped a little more forcefully.
“Oh my God.” Moaned Hayato.
“You will like it in their kingdom!” Cheerfully assured Basil, accustomed to Hayato’s mood swings after years of serving, “The landscapes are beautiful and they are said to have a lot of residences all over the country…”
After that Hayato had major problems following his assistant’s train of thoughts, because Yamamoto acquired a steady rhythm of strokes and licks. He genuinely tried his best not to pant and curse while Basil optimistically rambled about agriculture and foreign policy.
“… And of course,” Hayato picked out, “the kingdom is famous for their ponies.”
Small part of his brain, one that was not occupied with suppressing vocal reaction at ministrations in his pants as Yamamoto started to pump faster, cracked and broke. He was supposed to marry a foreign prince, whom he knew for about a couple of hours and who was currently performing a stellar blowjob under his desk, and now, fucking ponies?!
Sharp tight pleasure started to spark at the pit of his stomach. He bit his lip.
“So,” asked Basil hopefully, “will you marry him?”
Yamamoto chose this moment to apply an especially artful stroke and lick the tip.
And that was it.
“Yes!”Cried out Hayato and shuddered all over as he came. “Fine! I’ll marry him!”
“Wonderful, Hayato-dono,” grinned Basil, “I’ll inform Her Majesty and the Council right away.”
With that, he retreated before his volatile prince could change his decision.
Hayato wallowed in self-pity and aftershocks for a couple of seconds before lighting a cigarette and moving away from the desk to find Prince Yamamoto happily arranging his face on Hayato’s lap.
“I’m going to make your life a living hell.” Informed Hayato listlessly.
Yamamoto only smiled wider, “You will love the ponies.”
Hayato’s shoulders slumped in utter defeat.
A/N2: Sick humour, my second name.
Yamamoto, you pushy bastard.
Ponies, WTF.
Also, King Squalo - random much? But poor, poor Squalo, everyone tops him in the fandom, so I thought I’d give the guy a chance to taste some power.
And Basil, why Basil? I don’t know, he just seemed appropriate here.