Call me your king.

Even though he knew that N was downright manipulating him, Touya had long since stopped caring for those details, far too entranced by the pleasant smile directed at him — so sincere and honest; but what made it all the better was that it belonged to him. No one else got to see this wonderful kind of smile, it was his alone. Sometimes better than any reward could have been. And there came the confirmation to what he already knew — he was better, higher in rank than that imbecile old man that had long since ran his course. His heart beat faster, thudding harshly against his chest while he regarded his master with newfound anticipation.

What else was expected from a sociopath like N Harmonia aside from manipulation and sweet words? Touya was his most devoted servant; a person that would murder and kill for him as soon as he gave the wave of his hand to do so. So many people had been done away with already got getting in the way of his goal that he still pursued even after being defeated by that wench those years ago-- But it was for the sake of Team Plasma's goal becoming a reality. Everything was so much more efficient without Ghetsis around since he had returned, and truly the man would only create problems in his perfection.

He really couldn’t hide anything from his Lord, could he—

A hand then reached out to ruffle messy brown hair, offering his knight a sincere smile that, at the same time, seemed to scream of something much more than feeling endearment for his servant. "Touya, you know as well as I do you're high above a senile old wretch that has long since lost his usefulness, just as his old bones have." N assured said brunet, tucking a lock of brown behind one of his ears before pulling the hand away once more.

Oh?

His Lord was so close… So very close that he could his warm breath ghost along his lips, slightly damp and so very sensitive fro the nips the older teased him with. It really wasn’t fair that the greenet bullied him again, but the knight simply didn’t have the will to do something against it. Instead, he gasped quietly and glanced to the side. “Ah, I- M-master…”

Compared to the punishment the boy had been given yesterday, this was a reward-- And it certainly could be considered such when N made it clear he was still displeased with the boy and yet here he was giving him kisses and attention as if it had never happened. It did and the monarch hadn't forgotten-- He was just a strange man that had odd urges.

Unsure of what to do with himself, the knight made no move, other than to whimper quietly under the man’s light nip to his bottom lip; the sensation sending a shiver down his spine while he exhaled fluttery. This was mean… N shouldn’t tease him like that!

N knew at this point what Touya enjoyed-- And unfortunately for his dear knight, he was using it to his advantage to reward himself with the whimper that bubbled up the boy's throat from his action. Tempted to laugh as he was, N remained calm, pulling away ever so slightly just to hear the brunet mutter such a pleasant way of referring to him.

The silent retort as well as the newfound connection were enough to leave the knight quietly gasping into the touch, though he tightened his hold on the white fabric of his Lord’s shirt. If the other wanted to kiss him, of course he would give him exactly what he wanted!

Touya was a smart boy. He never fought back when it came to such actions, though of course the boy never would do so when it was clear he enjoyed it so much when the Lord demanded such a thing. N was always given what he wanted in the end, naturally. 

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