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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fire_Emblem:_If_|_Fire_Emblem:_Fates, Fire_Emblem_Series
  Relationship:
      Leon_|_Leo/Zero_|_Niles
  Character:
      Leon_|_Leo, Zero_|_Niles, A_few_others_are_named, but_they_don't_matter
      much
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Alternate_Universe, Sexual_Slavery,
      Slavery, Anal_Fingering, it's_pretty_out_of_character_but_it's_for_the
      sake_of_the_au, for_aesthetic, you_know?, I'm_Going_to_Hell, leon_doesn't
      know_any_better_and_niles_doesn't_have_a_choice, I'm_Sorry, Please_Niles
      Forgive_Me, leon's_really_cold_rather_than_awkward_but_he_doesn't
      understand_what's_happening, doesn't_make_it_right_tho
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-03 Words: 1554
****** Something to Be Proud Of ******
by FriedrichTheGreatsFineAss
Summary
     'His pet was so beautiful spread out like this...'
     It's time for Niles' weekly physical. Leon is rather satisfied with
     the progress he's making.
     (AU in which King Garon's maleficence is matched by his children and
     kingdom; rather than being the exception, his ideals are the rule as
     far as Nohrian leaders go. Thus, it's not unusual for conquered
     enemies and criminals to be enslaved or even put to death, and it's
     almost ritual that princes and princesses take a more... personal...
     servant than just a simple retainer. It's just about time for Leon to
     take a servant when Niles gets caught stealing from the castle, and
     things go down from there....)
Notes
     I don't condone rape, nor do I believe any of the mentioned
     characters would.
     Leon and Niles are 16 in this, tops.
     Kjære = 'dear' in Norse btw
See the end of the work for more notes
If Leon was proud of one thing he’d managed with his pet, it was the way Niles
had finally learned to look at the floor rather into Leon’s eyes. Or perhaps it
was the way that, after three years of attempted conditioning, he was starting
to address him as “Master,” rather than “Milord” or the former “Asshole.” Or
perhaps it was the way Niles had stopped howling in bed, or the way he spoke so
quietly at all times, or the way he finally,  finally  wore the collar at all
times.
 
(Well, if Odin was to be believed, he had his collar on every time Leon’s
retainers took him to post-battle celebrations. If Odin was to be believed, the
boy didn’t take his collar off, didn’t touch a drop of mead, didn’t bed any of
the tavern wenches. And Leon trusted Odin. It didn’t stop him from forbidding
the others from taking his pet from the palace.)
 
And what a pretty collar it was, a jade green velvet. Gold letters spelled
Leon  on the side. The fabric ran beautifully along his pet’s throat, snug and
warm, claiming ownership of the once-wild boy.
 
(And what a wild boy he had been. When Leon reached his thirteenth birthday,
his siblings advised him to pick from the castle’s stock of well-bred servants,
but he had insisted on claiming the thief child who'd broken into the bread
pantry. A boy with hair white as the winter snow, and those piercing blue eyes,
he'd fought with every ounce of strength he had when Leon’s retainers first
caught him, he had fought tooth and nail and had even bitten Leon when he first
attempted to bed him, he had  screamed  oh so  deliciously  when his right eye
was put out, a punishment for his very first escape attempt… Leon couldn’t
resist the temptation of that wild spirit.  I will tame him , he had announced,
an iron grip on the boy’s arm. Camilla had laughed and Xander sneered at his
choice.  I will tame him! )
 
Leon ran his fingers over the delicate velvet, dipping under the collar to feel
the soft skin, the scars that were hidden beneath. His pet shuddered beneath
him -- perhaps from the touch of his icy fingers, perhaps from fear -- but
stayed still otherwise, eye locked shut and mouth pursed in obedience. He drew
his fingers upwards to trace those lips, those lengthy eyelashes, to thumb over
what remained underneath the boy’s eyepatch. He may have pressed a little… too…
hard … on the wound, but his pet repressed any whimper that may have led to a
beating. Another lesson learned, another task for Leon to be proud of….
 
Of course, there were plenty of things he had yet to teach him. The boy still
made too-bitter tea, still shied away from his touch, still seized up when he
bedded him, still cried at night when he thought Leon couldn’t hear him. But
Jakob was working on the tea problem, and the boy would learn to relax with
experience. And the crying secretly engorged his ego.  If he’s really that
afraid of me….  Featherlight touches trailed down the boy’s naked body to toy
with a nipple, and the boy gasped, eyes wide.
 
“Now, now, dear, make any noise and you lose meal privileges, remember?” He
taunted, tugging at the ensnared nipple. The boy nodded and looked away,
sealing his eyes close once more. Those tan shoulders stiffened just slightly,
taut muscles clenching. Leon made a mental note to cancel archery lessons for a
while: he liked Niles better when he was a bit thinner, weaker, more
submissive . The boy would protest, sure; archery was one of the few pleasures
in life. But it didn’t matter to him. As long as Leon was happy, his pet’s
health could go to hell for all he cared.
 
His pale hands grasped the boy’s hips, squeezing, seeing if he could get a
reaction from his pet. But alas, the boy had learned well and stayed still as a
statue. He slowly, carefully, gently swept his hands inwards, towards his pet’s
cock, running his fingers along the length, dipping the tip of his pinkie into
the pink slit at the top. The boy bit his lip and whined so softly that Leon
felt a stirring in his lower regions, a whirl of heat that let him forgive his
pet just this once.
 
“You’re such a good boy,  kjære . We’re almost done, I promise.”
 
The boy sighed, shoulders slumping as he moved towards his cot.
 
“Pet, I said  almost .”
 
He froze, every joint in his body locking in place as he remembered the final
step of the weekly checkup. “Get on the bed,  now .”
 
“Can -- can we maybe… skip this step this week, Master?” the boy pleaded, blue
eyes scrunching with anticipation.
 
“Would you rather I call Odin in here to finish up? You seemed to enjoy it the
last time,” he reprimanded. His pet had not enjoyed Odin’s efforts. Odin had
not enjoyed violating the boy in such a manner either, but after Leon had put
an end to Odin’s tavern adventures, he wasn’t altogether against the offering.
Neither could look each other in the eyes anymore. He laughed as his boy shook
his head vehemently. “ Bed!”
 
The boy nodded and muttered a humble  yessir  as he retreated towards Leon’s
luxurious king bed. He laid down on the violet silk covers and spread his legs,
ass raised into the air, presenting himself for Leon’s kingly gaze.
 
“What a  very  good boy you are, pet,” he cooed, before delivering a swat to
one of the plump cheeks before him. The boy jumped, but didn’t beg for mercy
like he had once before. He knew that if he wanted to be able to walk while
doing his daily chores, he could not beg like a mere dog.
 
Leon grinned in sadistic pleasure at the glorious display before him; the boy
held his face down in a pillow, rosy asscheeks twitching, aching for  his
touch, puckered hole visible to the entire room. Leon dipped his first two
fingers in the nearby bowl of lard before running one over the boy’s hole.
 
“ No… ” the boy murmured, but again he let it slide, instead focusing on
slipping his slender finger inside, pistoning in and out of the warmth
searching for that elusive bundle of nerves. When he hit the mark the boy cried
in pleasure, convulsing, but did not collapse, did not harden, did not stop the
stream of  no, no, no …
 
But no matter. Leon slipped a second finger in, scissoring and stretching the
boy’s opening wider, coating the insides with the fat, and jabbed at his
prostate with every movement, making his pet shiver. “Come, child, you know it
won’t end until you are finished.”
 
The boy’s prayers of  no, please, no  continued, but he began pushing himself
back, rocking his ass on Leon’s fingers. His cock began to harden, rising into
the air, slapping against his stomach with each thrust.  No, no, no , he
chanted, more pleading with himself than Leon. His hips bucked, his opening
clenched around the fingers and his voice grew husky, breathy. When Leon
slipped a third finger in he outright  moaned , unable to fight the pleasure
any longer as the uncontrollable heat spread throughout his body, and his ass
tightened as he came, ropes of white spilling across the sheets as Leon
withdrew his fingers.
 
“What a filthy whore you are. You got off just by my fingers! How dare you even
consider yourself worthy of sleeping in the same room as I?” He chided, wiping
the rest of the lard on his pet’s spent ass. The boy whimpered as he collapsed,
body plummeting straight into the sticky mess. “You slut. As punishment…” He
took a moment to ponder, smearing a drop of white across the boy’s stomach.
“Lick it all off of the sheets.”

 “Master?!” The boy exclaimed, shooting up off the bed. “M-my own…” He glanced
hesitantly at the mess. “Yes, master.” Those delicate eyelids closed once more
as he leaned down and curled his lean, pink tongue, lapping at the white
staining the silk. Leon couldn’t help but imagine the tongue lapping at his own
entrance, and it took almost everything in him not to hold Niles down and come
on his face right then. He was a  prince , though, and he was not worth his
position if he had less stamina than this common bedwhore. So he watched, and
waited, as that mouth sucked at his sheets like at a cock, cleaning every drop
of come from the satin, dyeing his mouth white with his own soil.  Oh , how it
turned him on.
 
“Am I done yet, Master?” The boy pleaded, lifting from the sheets. Leon
couldn’t help it, he gripped the boy’s chin and leaned forward, planting a kiss
on those messy lips. As he licked the boy’s seed from his own lips, he smirked
and shook his head.
 
“Down on your knees, pet. You can’t honestly expect to leave me hard?”
 
His beloved pet shook his head, tears in his watery blue eyes. “Of course not,
Master.”
 
His pet was hardly perfect. He had so much to learn, after all. But as that
tongue wrapped around his cock, Leon couldn’t help but be proud.
End Notes
     I'll probably edit this more in the future lol
     Leon refers to Niles so often as "the boy" and "pet" because he
     doesn't really view Niles as /human/ but if he does it too much
     please tell me
     Please tell me if I did something wrong (unless it's something
     inaccurate to canon, in which case, assume I did it on purpose
     because au)
     Thanks for reading! ^^
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