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Title: First Dibs
Genre: PWP, SEMI(tame)non-con
Pairing/Characters: PeonyxLuke
Rating: Undoubtedly NC-17
Summary: What he wants, he gets. Perks of being Emperor.
It probably wasn't the fact that he woke in a dark, unknown place that frightened him. More often than not, he was constantly forgetting where he was falling asleep; half of the time, he relied on Guy to remind him that they had arrived in Keterburg the night before and booked several rooms before turning in. Usually after a bit of a jog to the memory, Luke's sleep-addled brain would recall such occurances, and he would return to slumber, only to rise hours later after much hounding by his best friend.
Only...this time, Guy wasn't there. In fact, no one was there. And judging by the pain in his neck, he'd slept awkwardly, and not on a bed. The room was also much...bluer than he remembered.
And there was a rappig curled up beside him.
Luke gave a little shriek, scrambling away from the beast, who merely flicked an ear and rolled over into the vacated spot, dozing. A hand clutching at a stitch in his chest, Luke swept the room with a fearful gaze. It was familiar...he'd felt he'd been there before, but something seemed out of place. It was nighttime, judging by the lack of light streaming in from the stained glass windows, but there were a few fonon lamps that burned in glass bulbs hanging from the ceiling, casting long shadows across the floor. In the meager light, Luke could make out that the place was a mess.
How odd. If he didn't know any better, Luke could have sworn...
"Ah, you're awake. Nice to see you up and moving." The voice from the doorway confirmed his suspicions, and Luke gaped incredulously at the approaching figure.
"...Emperor Peony?"
The man fisted his hips, chuckling. "Good to see you haven't forgotten me."
Luke hesitated, attempting to find a way to phrase his words politely. "Um...why am I here?"
"I should be asking you that," Peony told him in mock offense, flopping very ungracefully onto a pile of throw pillows, propping his cheek up with his hand. "My guards found you floating in our harbor. It took a life bottle to get you up and running."
Luke's eyes widened; he'd been dead?! "I don't remember getting killed!" he exclaimed, hands shakily dragging through his hair. "Why was I in your harbor?!"
"I just told you that I didn't know." Peony did not sound annoyed, although to his credit, he did endure Jade on a fairly regular basis; even seeming to annoy him instead. "I'm just glad we found you in time."
"Y-yeah..." Luke nodded absently, leaning back on his hands in an attempt to calm down. "Thanks...thank you."
Peony waved a hand.
A thought occured to Luke and he sat up immediately, twisting his hands in worry. "Oh no! The others- they must think something's happened to me!"
"Well, I'd imagine so, considering it's been over a day since we found you." Peony did not sound concerned.
Luke gawked, face draining of color. "A...a day?! Oh no! I have to go find them!" He scrambled to his feet only to trip over a pile of books, sprawling face-down on the floor with a cry.
"Easy." The deep voice above him was gentle but strong, as were the hands that lifted him to his feet. "You can't even walk straight, what makes you think you can find them like this?"
"I can't walk because this place is dark and messy," Luke protested, grateful for the assistance, but eager to reassure everyone of his safety. However, the hands did not release their hold on his shoulders, instead forcibly guiding him to sit down on the abandoned throw pillows. "Hey-!"
"Sit down and calm down," Peony told him sternly, a flicker of irritation finally crossing his face as he folded his arms. "I sent out some letters. You aren't going to be making much better progress just running off on your own, so just take it easy and recover, all right? Jade will give me that haughty little look if he finds out that I let you scamper off just after recovering from death, and just the memory of it makes me ill." He shivered.
Luke chewed on his lip, scowling as he begrudgingly accepted Peony’s explanation, leaning back as he realized that perhaps he was a bit tired after all. So tired that he did not notice Peony above him until the older man had trapped him between his arms, forehead pressed to his.
“Whoa!” he shouted, shoving against Peony’s chest in an effort to throw him off.
“Stay still, I’m checking your temperature,” Peony grumbled.
“Then use your hand like a normal person!” Luke shrieked, kicking his legs. When had Peony become strong enough to hold him down; he was the sword-swinging fighter, for Lorelei’s sake! When Peony neither responded nor moved, Luke groped for a pillow to use as a weapon. “Get off of me!”
“If I get off of you, I can’t kiss you.”
“Wh-“ The word was unable to complete its journey from Luke’s mouth, for at that moment there was another covering his, and to his utter shock and horror, it didn't feel all that unpleasant.
Actually, it felt rather good. So good, in fact, that Luke didn't realize that his jacket was halfway off of his arms until Peony had put his tongue there instead. "Augh!" Hating that his voice cracked, Luke struggled wildly until finally Peony backed away from him, glaring suspiciously at him as if he were a rabid dog. "Wh-what the hell were you doing?!" Luke demanded, feeling quite violated, angrily yanking his jacket back up his bare shoulders.
"That outfit I made for you looks good," Peony commented breezily, running Luke over with an appraising eye.
"S-Stop changing the subject!" Luke could feel the vein lift itself up off of his forehead, pulsing as he jabbed an accusing finger in the emperor's direction. This was apparently also an invitation in a language unknown to him, for Peony laughed and descended upon him, pinning Luke down against the pillows once more. "Hey!! You-" Any further protests were silenced, for Peony's fingers had deftly slipped past his waistband and were now brushing over something that had shivers racing down his spine. "Wh-what are you doing," Luke murmured, his head leaning back against his will.
"Obviously, I'm doing something correctly," Peony purred, and with the other hand he grasped Luke's waistband and nudged it downward, the other playfully stroking him. Luke moaned lightly, fists twisting in the pillows as he wriggled and protested feebly.
"This is rape," he supplied, not sounding particularly victimized as he raised his hips to help Peony edge his pants down.
"And yet you don't sound too traumatized about it," Peony laughed. He turned for just a moment, still stroking Luke, before returning his attention to the redhead, a bottle of lotion now in his hands. Deftly, he flipped open the cap and squeezed a bit onto his fingers, working it around before dipping a hand beneath Luke's legs and easing a finger inside of him.
"Ack!" Luke yelped, and attempted to jerk away until Peony curled his fingers around him and pumped him slowly. "Oh man," he groaned, sinking back down onto the pillows, putting up no resistance even as the cold fingers pushed inside of him intrusively. "I didn't tell you that you could do this," he pointed out weakly.
"You're not exactly putting up a fight."
"I thought- nngh do that again-"
"You thought what?"
"I th-thought you...liked girls-" Luke's breath hitched when Peony brushed his fingers -he'd added two since- against something that shocked him, and his eyes flew open and wide.
"You're pretty like a girl." Peony withdrew his fingers, still petting Luke, and applied lotion to himself before gripping the replica's hips and settling against him, slowly pushing in.
"I'm not pretty!" The discomfort -despite Peony still pumping him- and the comment combined to renew Luke's fighting spirit and he struggled a bit. "And stop-! What the hell-?!"
Peony grunted as he buried himself within Luke, laughing breathlessly down at the not-quite teenager. "Of course you're pretty. And so is Asch, for that matter."
Whether it was his embarassment or anger that was flushing his face, Luke didn't know, and punched at Peony's shoulder, trying to ignore the fact that the emperor of Malkuth was actually inside of him. "Stop that! At least call me -us!- handsome, or sexy or hot! Something manly!"
"But you aren't handsome, you're pretty," teased Peony, and slowly began to establish a thrusting pace that had Luke moaning and mewling beneath him, arms slinking up to clutch at his hair and neck. "Especially now."
"Sh-shut up..." Luke panted and tugged Peony down, clinging tightly to him as his speed increased. "P-promise me something." Oh, how he hated that voice of his, that needy voice; sounded like he was begging.
"Sure." Peony chuckled, sounding a bit strained as he moved. "I figure I owe you."
'Damn straight,' Luke thought, but voiced, "Don't tell Guy about this."
"...I wouldn't dream of it."
Words became unnecessary as the two began to follow the urges of thrust and grind; the air grew hot and damp, and Luke squirmed when Peony hit that perfect spot inside of him, the one that sucked out his breath and sent the good kind of stars to flash before his eyes. Somewhere in that wave, Luke registered Peony shuddering and emptying inside of him and he groaned, tightening his legs around the monarch's waist and gasping for air. Far gentler than Luke had thought he would, Peony stroked his hair back from his sticky, sweaty forhead, and removed himself from inside of him.
"I'll have a bath prepared for you," Peony reassured him quietly as he cleaned himself up and tossed Luke a towel for the same purpose. "Jade and your friends probably won't be arriving for at least a day, if they've even recieved my letter yet."
"...Why?"
Apparently Peony required no clarification and he pondered his answer, head tilting back before smugly answering, "I suppose I just wanted you first."
Luke gaped at him.
"Well, I have many things to do. Go ahead and rest; let the maids know if you need anything." The door was already closed behind him, but Peony still heard the shriek of rage- "BASTARD!"- and the pillow colliding with the door.
Genre: PWP, SEMI(tame)non-con
Pairing/Characters: PeonyxLuke
Rating: Undoubtedly NC-17
Summary: What he wants, he gets. Perks of being Emperor.
It probably wasn't the fact that he woke in a dark, unknown place that frightened him. More often than not, he was constantly forgetting where he was falling asleep; half of the time, he relied on Guy to remind him that they had arrived in Keterburg the night before and booked several rooms before turning in. Usually after a bit of a jog to the memory, Luke's sleep-addled brain would recall such occurances, and he would return to slumber, only to rise hours later after much hounding by his best friend.
Only...this time, Guy wasn't there. In fact, no one was there. And judging by the pain in his neck, he'd slept awkwardly, and not on a bed. The room was also much...bluer than he remembered.
And there was a rappig curled up beside him.
Luke gave a little shriek, scrambling away from the beast, who merely flicked an ear and rolled over into the vacated spot, dozing. A hand clutching at a stitch in his chest, Luke swept the room with a fearful gaze. It was familiar...he'd felt he'd been there before, but something seemed out of place. It was nighttime, judging by the lack of light streaming in from the stained glass windows, but there were a few fonon lamps that burned in glass bulbs hanging from the ceiling, casting long shadows across the floor. In the meager light, Luke could make out that the place was a mess.
How odd. If he didn't know any better, Luke could have sworn...
"Ah, you're awake. Nice to see you up and moving." The voice from the doorway confirmed his suspicions, and Luke gaped incredulously at the approaching figure.
"...Emperor Peony?"
The man fisted his hips, chuckling. "Good to see you haven't forgotten me."
Luke hesitated, attempting to find a way to phrase his words politely. "Um...why am I here?"
"I should be asking you that," Peony told him in mock offense, flopping very ungracefully onto a pile of throw pillows, propping his cheek up with his hand. "My guards found you floating in our harbor. It took a life bottle to get you up and running."
Luke's eyes widened; he'd been dead?! "I don't remember getting killed!" he exclaimed, hands shakily dragging through his hair. "Why was I in your harbor?!"
"I just told you that I didn't know." Peony did not sound annoyed, although to his credit, he did endure Jade on a fairly regular basis; even seeming to annoy him instead. "I'm just glad we found you in time."
"Y-yeah..." Luke nodded absently, leaning back on his hands in an attempt to calm down. "Thanks...thank you."
Peony waved a hand.
A thought occured to Luke and he sat up immediately, twisting his hands in worry. "Oh no! The others- they must think something's happened to me!"
"Well, I'd imagine so, considering it's been over a day since we found you." Peony did not sound concerned.
Luke gawked, face draining of color. "A...a day?! Oh no! I have to go find them!" He scrambled to his feet only to trip over a pile of books, sprawling face-down on the floor with a cry.
"Easy." The deep voice above him was gentle but strong, as were the hands that lifted him to his feet. "You can't even walk straight, what makes you think you can find them like this?"
"I can't walk because this place is dark and messy," Luke protested, grateful for the assistance, but eager to reassure everyone of his safety. However, the hands did not release their hold on his shoulders, instead forcibly guiding him to sit down on the abandoned throw pillows. "Hey-!"
"Sit down and calm down," Peony told him sternly, a flicker of irritation finally crossing his face as he folded his arms. "I sent out some letters. You aren't going to be making much better progress just running off on your own, so just take it easy and recover, all right? Jade will give me that haughty little look if he finds out that I let you scamper off just after recovering from death, and just the memory of it makes me ill." He shivered.
Luke chewed on his lip, scowling as he begrudgingly accepted Peony’s explanation, leaning back as he realized that perhaps he was a bit tired after all. So tired that he did not notice Peony above him until the older man had trapped him between his arms, forehead pressed to his.
“Whoa!” he shouted, shoving against Peony’s chest in an effort to throw him off.
“Stay still, I’m checking your temperature,” Peony grumbled.
“Then use your hand like a normal person!” Luke shrieked, kicking his legs. When had Peony become strong enough to hold him down; he was the sword-swinging fighter, for Lorelei’s sake! When Peony neither responded nor moved, Luke groped for a pillow to use as a weapon. “Get off of me!”
“If I get off of you, I can’t kiss you.”
“Wh-“ The word was unable to complete its journey from Luke’s mouth, for at that moment there was another covering his, and to his utter shock and horror, it didn't feel all that unpleasant.
Actually, it felt rather good. So good, in fact, that Luke didn't realize that his jacket was halfway off of his arms until Peony had put his tongue there instead. "Augh!" Hating that his voice cracked, Luke struggled wildly until finally Peony backed away from him, glaring suspiciously at him as if he were a rabid dog. "Wh-what the hell were you doing?!" Luke demanded, feeling quite violated, angrily yanking his jacket back up his bare shoulders.
"That outfit I made for you looks good," Peony commented breezily, running Luke over with an appraising eye.
"S-Stop changing the subject!" Luke could feel the vein lift itself up off of his forehead, pulsing as he jabbed an accusing finger in the emperor's direction. This was apparently also an invitation in a language unknown to him, for Peony laughed and descended upon him, pinning Luke down against the pillows once more. "Hey!! You-" Any further protests were silenced, for Peony's fingers had deftly slipped past his waistband and were now brushing over something that had shivers racing down his spine. "Wh-what are you doing," Luke murmured, his head leaning back against his will.
"Obviously, I'm doing something correctly," Peony purred, and with the other hand he grasped Luke's waistband and nudged it downward, the other playfully stroking him. Luke moaned lightly, fists twisting in the pillows as he wriggled and protested feebly.
"This is rape," he supplied, not sounding particularly victimized as he raised his hips to help Peony edge his pants down.
"And yet you don't sound too traumatized about it," Peony laughed. He turned for just a moment, still stroking Luke, before returning his attention to the redhead, a bottle of lotion now in his hands. Deftly, he flipped open the cap and squeezed a bit onto his fingers, working it around before dipping a hand beneath Luke's legs and easing a finger inside of him.
"Ack!" Luke yelped, and attempted to jerk away until Peony curled his fingers around him and pumped him slowly. "Oh man," he groaned, sinking back down onto the pillows, putting up no resistance even as the cold fingers pushed inside of him intrusively. "I didn't tell you that you could do this," he pointed out weakly.
"You're not exactly putting up a fight."
"I thought- nngh do that again-"
"You thought what?"
"I th-thought you...liked girls-" Luke's breath hitched when Peony brushed his fingers -he'd added two since- against something that shocked him, and his eyes flew open and wide.
"You're pretty like a girl." Peony withdrew his fingers, still petting Luke, and applied lotion to himself before gripping the replica's hips and settling against him, slowly pushing in.
"I'm not pretty!" The discomfort -despite Peony still pumping him- and the comment combined to renew Luke's fighting spirit and he struggled a bit. "And stop-! What the hell-?!"
Peony grunted as he buried himself within Luke, laughing breathlessly down at the not-quite teenager. "Of course you're pretty. And so is Asch, for that matter."
Whether it was his embarassment or anger that was flushing his face, Luke didn't know, and punched at Peony's shoulder, trying to ignore the fact that the emperor of Malkuth was actually inside of him. "Stop that! At least call me -us!- handsome, or sexy or hot! Something manly!"
"But you aren't handsome, you're pretty," teased Peony, and slowly began to establish a thrusting pace that had Luke moaning and mewling beneath him, arms slinking up to clutch at his hair and neck. "Especially now."
"Sh-shut up..." Luke panted and tugged Peony down, clinging tightly to him as his speed increased. "P-promise me something." Oh, how he hated that voice of his, that needy voice; sounded like he was begging.
"Sure." Peony chuckled, sounding a bit strained as he moved. "I figure I owe you."
'Damn straight,' Luke thought, but voiced, "Don't tell Guy about this."
"...I wouldn't dream of it."
Words became unnecessary as the two began to follow the urges of thrust and grind; the air grew hot and damp, and Luke squirmed when Peony hit that perfect spot inside of him, the one that sucked out his breath and sent the good kind of stars to flash before his eyes. Somewhere in that wave, Luke registered Peony shuddering and emptying inside of him and he groaned, tightening his legs around the monarch's waist and gasping for air. Far gentler than Luke had thought he would, Peony stroked his hair back from his sticky, sweaty forhead, and removed himself from inside of him.
"I'll have a bath prepared for you," Peony reassured him quietly as he cleaned himself up and tossed Luke a towel for the same purpose. "Jade and your friends probably won't be arriving for at least a day, if they've even recieved my letter yet."
"...Why?"
Apparently Peony required no clarification and he pondered his answer, head tilting back before smugly answering, "I suppose I just wanted you first."
Luke gaped at him.
"Well, I have many things to do. Go ahead and rest; let the maids know if you need anything." The door was already closed behind him, but Peony still heard the shriek of rage- "BASTARD!"- and the pillow colliding with the door.