dgm_fuh_q round 7 - Leverrier x Link
Written for round 7 of the dgm_fuh_q community here on LJ
Cross-posted multiple places, sorry.
Title: N/A
Author: panda-pon
Rating: M
Pairing: Leverrier x Link
Warnings: Leverrier--'nuff said. But all joking aside, this contains a sort-off hand-job, and a forced blow-job. This is noncon, dubcon at best--I'm really not quite sure what to call it at this point. xD
Also--it's set in a sorta pre-canon timeline. Like--before Link was sent to HQ to stalk watch over Allen. It's the only way I could envision this, and so that's what happened.
A/N: I tried to be as vague here as possible, because, well--as much as I love this pairing (yes, you read that correctly), even I would be a bit creeped out by the...details.
But is it at all horrible that I laughed through writing most of this? Until the stress really got to me, and then I cried. And cackled. ._.
Also--a special "Sankyuuuu~~" to harmony283 for all your help with this. I really--literally--could not have finished this without you. Seriously.
A warning to the readers--semi-beta'd, but all mistakes are mine, and mine alone. I really hope I managed to keep them at least somewhat IC, but I've never written Leverrier before, and Link + sexual situations = I get stressed out. And I rushed it. -___-
Erm--enjoy? Or at least try to, considering--yeah.
By the way, like the userpic? xD
It had started out as any other day would have. Link awoke at dawn, dressed, fixed his hair back in its customary braid, and then left his quarters. His first task, naturally, was breakfast. Central’s kitchens were always open to the members of Crow, and Link took full advantage.
Nearly an hour later, and his pancakes had not only been made, but eaten and savored as well. It was time for his second, and most important errand of the morning.
Bringing the Secretary his tea.
--
Stopping in front of the door to Leverrier’s office, Link balanced the tray on one arm, and raised his other hand to knock. Barely a moment later, the Secretary’s voice called out from the other side--a simple “Come in.”
Pushing the door open, Link carefully maneuvered himself through, using his shoulder to nudge it closed behind him.
Leverrier was seated at his desk, seemingly going over a stack of reports. Link approached slowly, careful not to spill the cup’s contents. Once he reached the front of the desk, he turned to circle around it, coming up beside Leverrier. “Your tea, Sir--“
And then--he tripped. Over what, he wasn’t sure--didn’t have enough time to look, as he attempted to right himself, and failed, sending the tea flying straight into the Secretary’s lap.
‘What the--’ was the only thought to cross his mind, as he continued to fall forward. His hand grabbed hold of the edge of the desk, hoping to still his momentum--succeeding, but just barely. Then suddenly--
A hand. On his hip. Steadying him, yes, but squeezing in a way that somehow put him on edge. And it was apparent, in the way his body tensed suddenly. Barely noticeable, but there all the same.
“I’m sorry, Sir!” he uttered immediately, more than just a bit horrified, and threw a quick glance behind him, to where he’d lost his footing. Of course, that area of the rug just had to have gotten bunched up. Go figure. “The rug--I didn’t--“
“You didn’t see?” Leverrier supplied, cutting him off. “That’s quite the disappointment, Link. Seeing as it’s your job to see things.”
“I--“
“I’m not finished.” The secretary smiled--though the gesture was hardly comforting--as Link snapped his mouth shut. “Do you care about your job?”
“...Yes, very much so.” Link answered, after a moment of thought.
“Now...what are you willing to do to keep your job? You’ll have to pay for these pants you’ve ruined, too.”
“I...” Link paused, not quite sure where Leverrier was going with this. As much as he trusted him, there was something about the look on the Secretary’s face that set off warning bells in Link’s head. But still, he answered, not thinking too much of it. “Anything.”
A slow grin spread itself across Leverrier’s lips, and Link felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck. Something about this situation just felt entirely...wrong. Somehow.
“Of course you will...” Leverrier affirmed, his expression suddenly going blank. Nothing that had transpired so far worried Link as much as that had. “Now turn around fully, and face the desk.”
“...Pardon me, Sir?”
“You heard me. Or do you not know how to follow instructions anymore, Inspector?” Leverrier’s voice held the slightest hint of threat, and Link gulped, nodding slowly.
“Sorry Sir,” he said at length, before turning himself to face the desk. No sooner had he done so, an arm looped around his waist, and pulled him roughly backwards--right into the Secretary’s lap. He may not have had a clue what was going on before, but things were slowly becoming clearer. And if the room’s sudden change of atmosphere wasn’t obvious enough, then the hardness now pressing against his backside certainly was.
‘Oh God...what have I gotten myself into?’ he thought, eyes widening--his senses not having yet caught up with the situation at hand. It wasn’t until the button on his trousers was popped open, and a hand began dragging the zipper down, that he began to panic. Panic enough, so that he couldn’t even move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think of a way to get out of this. Even as that same hand slipped beneath the material, and calloused fingers began stroking along something that Link most definitely didn’t want them to be touching--he was at a loss for what to do.
That was, until he felt a spark of--of something shoot through his body, and he gasped.
After that, it was like he was functioning on autopilot--lunging up and away in the blink of an eye, and nearly tripping once again over that same piece of carpet that had started this whole mess to begin with.
A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, just narrowly avoiding his eye, but it wasn’t like he was even in the state to care right now--let alone notice to begin with. Part of him couldn’t believe what had just happened--what the person he respected the most was trying to do--but he’d heard the horror-stories. Seen the look of fear in some people’s eyes at the mere mention of the Secretary’s name. And as much as he hated himself for considering such a notion, he couldn’t help but think, in that moment, that perhaps their fear wasn’t misplaced after all.
Leverrier stared at Link, his expression unreadable, and Link stared right back--eyes wide in what was clearly a combination of shock and horror. Finally, the Secretary smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. If anything, it made him appear even more sinister. "Where do you think you’re going, Link?”
Link inhaled sharply, and took a small step back, fighting to regain his composure as his hands fumbled to re-secure his pants. “I...need to get some more tea. And a clean set of pants for you. I’m--truly sorry about that, I should have watched where I was going.”
“Yes, you should have,” Leverrier agreed, nodding his head slowly. He patted his lap once, and said--voice gentle--“Now, if you admit that you are at fault, then why don’t you come back here, and take responsibility?”
“But the tea--“
“--can wait. Can’t it? Besides, I’m not thirsty at the moment. Now come back here.” His tone had changed suddenly, with that last command, and Link knew--he knew--that he wasn’t going to get out of this one, until he did as he was told. And nothing less.
So he did the only thing he could do, really. He walked back, slowly, and stopped just barely a foot away from Leverrier. Sighing, he buckled up his courage, and looked his superior right in the eye. “What...do you want me to do?”
Leverrier smirked knowingly, and then did something Link honestly hadn’t expected (though he thought for the briefest of moments, that perhaps he should have). He began undoing his own pants--first button, then zipper--and shimmied them down his hips, taking his shorts down with them. And then he spread his legs apart.
Link could only watch in horror, and he would have backed away again, were it not for the fact that Leverrier’s eyes. Never. Left him.
“Kneel,” was all he said, pointing to the cleared area between his parted thighs.
And Link did, stepping into the indicated space, and dropping to his knees wordlessly. He no longer had any doubts as to what was going to be asked (more like demanded, but thinking about it that way would only serve to make it worse) of him. It was barely a moment later that his suspicions were confirmed.
“Suck.”
“What--“
“Are you questioning my orders, Inspector?”
Link snapped his mouth shut, and set his jaw. There really was no way to get out of this. No way out...and yet he still couldn’t bring himself to look. “...No, Sir.”
“I didn’t think so.” Leverrier smiled, thin lips stretching out across his face in what was hardly a reassuring sight. If anything, it made Link shudder in perturbation. “Now suck.”
Steeling himself, Link let his eyes flicker down to Leverrier’s member. If he were to count his ‘blessings’, so to speak, there would only be one--and it was that the Secretary wasn’t overly impressive in size. Physically, it wouldn’t be too terribly difficult. Mentally, however... Well, he wouldn’t get anywhere thinking about it. Mentally, it made him sick to his stomach--and he knew (not from experience, of course) that that would do nothing to help him accomplish what he was to do. Hardening his resolve as much as he could, he sighed, closed his eyes, and leant forward--pausing for only the briefest of moments, before opening his lips, and closing them around the head.
However, he apparently wasn’t moving fast enough, and Leverrier wasted no time of his own reaching out, and yanking Link even further forward by his hair, burying himself deep inside the Inspector’s throat.
On reflex, Link inhaled sharply through his nose, which didn’t help to curb the immediate need to gag that assaulted him--the scent fell far short of pleasant. And the taste--well, he wasn’t even going to think about that.
In fact, a moment later it became nigh impossible for Link to think about anything, when Leverrier--promptly, and without warning--drew back halfway, and then thrust forward again (holding tight to Link’s hair all the while), impaling his throat without the slightest ounce of mercy.
This went on for a short while longer, before the Secretary finally released his grip on Link’s braid, laying his hand instead to rest flat on the top of his head. “Do you think you can continue on your own, from here? Prove yourself.”
Link merely nodded, as much as he was able--pained tears stinging his eyes--and did just that. Back, and then forward again. In, and out. Sucking, and licking, and occasionally swallowing hard when his gag-reflex became too persistent to ignore. All in all, the ordeal maybe lasted twenty minutes, maybe twenty-five. And yet it felt like forever, before the Secretary finished, once again tightening his fingers in Link’s hair, as he spilled himself down his throat.
Link immediately began to retch, the moment Leverrier released him, and it took both his hands braced on the floor, arms held stiff, to keep him upright. A minute or so later, he finally regained control of his body’s reflexes, and sat up straighter, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
“Well...it looks like I’m thirsty after all, Inspector,” Leverrier finally said, smiling amicably. “Fetch me that tea now, would you? And a fresh pair of trousers while you’re at it.”
Link nodded, and stood, avoiding the Secretary’s eyes. It would be hard to give Leverrier the same amount of respect as he used to, after this, if not downright impossible. But at the very least, he could pretend.
“Right away, Sir.”
Cross-posted multiple places, sorry.
Title: N/A
Author: panda-pon
Rating: M
Pairing: Leverrier x Link
Warnings: Leverrier--'nuff said. But all joking aside, this contains a sort-off hand-job, and a forced blow-job. This is noncon, dubcon at best--I'm really not quite sure what to call it at this point. xD
Also--it's set in a sorta pre-canon timeline. Like--before Link was sent to HQ to stalk watch over Allen. It's the only way I could envision this, and so that's what happened.
A/N: I tried to be as vague here as possible, because, well--as much as I love this pairing (yes, you read that correctly), even I would be a bit creeped out by the...details.
But is it at all horrible that I laughed through writing most of this? Until the stress really got to me, and then I cried. And cackled. ._.
Also--a special "Sankyuuuu~~" to harmony283 for all your help with this. I really--literally--could not have finished this without you. Seriously.
A warning to the readers--semi-beta'd, but all mistakes are mine, and mine alone. I really hope I managed to keep them at least somewhat IC, but I've never written Leverrier before, and Link + sexual situations = I get stressed out. And I rushed it. -___-
Erm--enjoy? Or at least try to, considering--yeah.
By the way, like the userpic? xD
It had started out as any other day would have. Link awoke at dawn, dressed, fixed his hair back in its customary braid, and then left his quarters. His first task, naturally, was breakfast. Central’s kitchens were always open to the members of Crow, and Link took full advantage.
Nearly an hour later, and his pancakes had not only been made, but eaten and savored as well. It was time for his second, and most important errand of the morning.
Bringing the Secretary his tea.
--
Stopping in front of the door to Leverrier’s office, Link balanced the tray on one arm, and raised his other hand to knock. Barely a moment later, the Secretary’s voice called out from the other side--a simple “Come in.”
Pushing the door open, Link carefully maneuvered himself through, using his shoulder to nudge it closed behind him.
Leverrier was seated at his desk, seemingly going over a stack of reports. Link approached slowly, careful not to spill the cup’s contents. Once he reached the front of the desk, he turned to circle around it, coming up beside Leverrier. “Your tea, Sir--“
And then--he tripped. Over what, he wasn’t sure--didn’t have enough time to look, as he attempted to right himself, and failed, sending the tea flying straight into the Secretary’s lap.
‘What the--’ was the only thought to cross his mind, as he continued to fall forward. His hand grabbed hold of the edge of the desk, hoping to still his momentum--succeeding, but just barely. Then suddenly--
A hand. On his hip. Steadying him, yes, but squeezing in a way that somehow put him on edge. And it was apparent, in the way his body tensed suddenly. Barely noticeable, but there all the same.
“I’m sorry, Sir!” he uttered immediately, more than just a bit horrified, and threw a quick glance behind him, to where he’d lost his footing. Of course, that area of the rug just had to have gotten bunched up. Go figure. “The rug--I didn’t--“
“You didn’t see?” Leverrier supplied, cutting him off. “That’s quite the disappointment, Link. Seeing as it’s your job to see things.”
“I--“
“I’m not finished.” The secretary smiled--though the gesture was hardly comforting--as Link snapped his mouth shut. “Do you care about your job?”
“...Yes, very much so.” Link answered, after a moment of thought.
“Now...what are you willing to do to keep your job? You’ll have to pay for these pants you’ve ruined, too.”
“I...” Link paused, not quite sure where Leverrier was going with this. As much as he trusted him, there was something about the look on the Secretary’s face that set off warning bells in Link’s head. But still, he answered, not thinking too much of it. “Anything.”
A slow grin spread itself across Leverrier’s lips, and Link felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck. Something about this situation just felt entirely...wrong. Somehow.
“Of course you will...” Leverrier affirmed, his expression suddenly going blank. Nothing that had transpired so far worried Link as much as that had. “Now turn around fully, and face the desk.”
“...Pardon me, Sir?”
“You heard me. Or do you not know how to follow instructions anymore, Inspector?” Leverrier’s voice held the slightest hint of threat, and Link gulped, nodding slowly.
“Sorry Sir,” he said at length, before turning himself to face the desk. No sooner had he done so, an arm looped around his waist, and pulled him roughly backwards--right into the Secretary’s lap. He may not have had a clue what was going on before, but things were slowly becoming clearer. And if the room’s sudden change of atmosphere wasn’t obvious enough, then the hardness now pressing against his backside certainly was.
‘Oh God...what have I gotten myself into?’ he thought, eyes widening--his senses not having yet caught up with the situation at hand. It wasn’t until the button on his trousers was popped open, and a hand began dragging the zipper down, that he began to panic. Panic enough, so that he couldn’t even move. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think of a way to get out of this. Even as that same hand slipped beneath the material, and calloused fingers began stroking along something that Link most definitely didn’t want them to be touching--he was at a loss for what to do.
That was, until he felt a spark of--of something shoot through his body, and he gasped.
After that, it was like he was functioning on autopilot--lunging up and away in the blink of an eye, and nearly tripping once again over that same piece of carpet that had started this whole mess to begin with.
A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, just narrowly avoiding his eye, but it wasn’t like he was even in the state to care right now--let alone notice to begin with. Part of him couldn’t believe what had just happened--what the person he respected the most was trying to do--but he’d heard the horror-stories. Seen the look of fear in some people’s eyes at the mere mention of the Secretary’s name. And as much as he hated himself for considering such a notion, he couldn’t help but think, in that moment, that perhaps their fear wasn’t misplaced after all.
Leverrier stared at Link, his expression unreadable, and Link stared right back--eyes wide in what was clearly a combination of shock and horror. Finally, the Secretary smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. If anything, it made him appear even more sinister. "Where do you think you’re going, Link?”
Link inhaled sharply, and took a small step back, fighting to regain his composure as his hands fumbled to re-secure his pants. “I...need to get some more tea. And a clean set of pants for you. I’m--truly sorry about that, I should have watched where I was going.”
“Yes, you should have,” Leverrier agreed, nodding his head slowly. He patted his lap once, and said--voice gentle--“Now, if you admit that you are at fault, then why don’t you come back here, and take responsibility?”
“But the tea--“
“--can wait. Can’t it? Besides, I’m not thirsty at the moment. Now come back here.” His tone had changed suddenly, with that last command, and Link knew--he knew--that he wasn’t going to get out of this one, until he did as he was told. And nothing less.
So he did the only thing he could do, really. He walked back, slowly, and stopped just barely a foot away from Leverrier. Sighing, he buckled up his courage, and looked his superior right in the eye. “What...do you want me to do?”
Leverrier smirked knowingly, and then did something Link honestly hadn’t expected (though he thought for the briefest of moments, that perhaps he should have). He began undoing his own pants--first button, then zipper--and shimmied them down his hips, taking his shorts down with them. And then he spread his legs apart.
Link could only watch in horror, and he would have backed away again, were it not for the fact that Leverrier’s eyes. Never. Left him.
“Kneel,” was all he said, pointing to the cleared area between his parted thighs.
And Link did, stepping into the indicated space, and dropping to his knees wordlessly. He no longer had any doubts as to what was going to be asked (more like demanded, but thinking about it that way would only serve to make it worse) of him. It was barely a moment later that his suspicions were confirmed.
“Suck.”
“What--“
“Are you questioning my orders, Inspector?”
Link snapped his mouth shut, and set his jaw. There really was no way to get out of this. No way out...and yet he still couldn’t bring himself to look. “...No, Sir.”
“I didn’t think so.” Leverrier smiled, thin lips stretching out across his face in what was hardly a reassuring sight. If anything, it made Link shudder in perturbation. “Now suck.”
Steeling himself, Link let his eyes flicker down to Leverrier’s member. If he were to count his ‘blessings’, so to speak, there would only be one--and it was that the Secretary wasn’t overly impressive in size. Physically, it wouldn’t be too terribly difficult. Mentally, however... Well, he wouldn’t get anywhere thinking about it. Mentally, it made him sick to his stomach--and he knew (not from experience, of course) that that would do nothing to help him accomplish what he was to do. Hardening his resolve as much as he could, he sighed, closed his eyes, and leant forward--pausing for only the briefest of moments, before opening his lips, and closing them around the head.
However, he apparently wasn’t moving fast enough, and Leverrier wasted no time of his own reaching out, and yanking Link even further forward by his hair, burying himself deep inside the Inspector’s throat.
On reflex, Link inhaled sharply through his nose, which didn’t help to curb the immediate need to gag that assaulted him--the scent fell far short of pleasant. And the taste--well, he wasn’t even going to think about that.
In fact, a moment later it became nigh impossible for Link to think about anything, when Leverrier--promptly, and without warning--drew back halfway, and then thrust forward again (holding tight to Link’s hair all the while), impaling his throat without the slightest ounce of mercy.
This went on for a short while longer, before the Secretary finally released his grip on Link’s braid, laying his hand instead to rest flat on the top of his head. “Do you think you can continue on your own, from here? Prove yourself.”
Link merely nodded, as much as he was able--pained tears stinging his eyes--and did just that. Back, and then forward again. In, and out. Sucking, and licking, and occasionally swallowing hard when his gag-reflex became too persistent to ignore. All in all, the ordeal maybe lasted twenty minutes, maybe twenty-five. And yet it felt like forever, before the Secretary finished, once again tightening his fingers in Link’s hair, as he spilled himself down his throat.
Link immediately began to retch, the moment Leverrier released him, and it took both his hands braced on the floor, arms held stiff, to keep him upright. A minute or so later, he finally regained control of his body’s reflexes, and sat up straighter, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
“Well...it looks like I’m thirsty after all, Inspector,” Leverrier finally said, smiling amicably. “Fetch me that tea now, would you? And a fresh pair of trousers while you’re at it.”
Link nodded, and stood, avoiding the Secretary’s eyes. It would be hard to give Leverrier the same amount of respect as he used to, after this, if not downright impossible. But at the very least, he could pretend.
“Right away, Sir.”