Leoniles Week 2017

On the day Leo came of age, it was the chance for all nobility to take a chance to make their daughters royals.

While not as lavish as his older sibling’s celebrations, the grand hall had been opened for him, and was filled. People mulled about the dance floor and mingled around the edges, laughing, full of cheer.

Leo sat at the table raised above all, sipping his third glass of wine. Beside him, his only respite in this mess. A welcome snide comment after each suck-up that approached him.

“Shall I strip? You’d have a better look.”

Niles cocked his head and looked the one he addressed, some guard, dead in the eye. He eased back in his stance, one leg crossing over the other, leaning against a wall, position becoming more casual. The guard had been leering at him, sending him nasty looks the whole while he had been standing there.

No one in this castle had any respect for him, and why would they? He was some filth pulled from the streets, dressed in ragged clothes and carrying an air that any could feel was seedy. He held even littler respect for them. Prissy highborns whose greatest trouble wasn’t so much as a hole in their socks, choosing how to look upon people based on what drop of what ran in their blood.

The guard’s eyes widened, face bearing a look of shock unique to those aristocrats, one that Niles relished in. That face stayed for a moment, then grew to one of anger. The man stepped away from his post at the door, behind which there was some sort of meeting going on, and marched across the hall to where Niles was.

He gave Niles a shove. Niles laughed as his back hit the wall.

“Quite forward, are we? Prefer to take things into your own hands?”

“You--”

The man moved, aiming to slam his fist into Niles’ jaw, but the outlaw kneed him in the stomach and ducked under his arm. He was now against the wall, Niles in the advantageous position. Niles grabbed him by the jaw, forced him to look him in the eye, and spat in his face.

He grabbed the man’s collar and pulled him, shoved him away. “Back to your post, hm?”

The man glared at him and complied, wiping the spit off his face and walking back across the hallway to his spot. Once there, he avoided so much as looking in Niles’ direction.

Niles smirked and leaned against the wall once more, until the door opened and gave way to the prince he now served.

“Niles.”

The prince addressed him, not sparing a glance in his direction as he had found the royals apt to do. He was more calling him to his side, really, like his hound. That, he supposed he was.

It was Christmas Eve, and looking up at the stars through his window, poor lonely Leo had open his station for softcore porn: tumblr dot com. But there was luck for him tonight. His favorite blog had updated.

The blogger who called himself Zero had updated. Sexy Santa photos graced his dashboard. Leo was unsure how he felt about the stubble gracing the incredibly attractive man’s face, but he certainly appreciated the open Santa jacket displaying the toned muscles of his chest and stomach.

Leo went to click the reblog button, but upon the many other notes on the photos from other lonely and thirsty bloggers that night, Leo decided it was time to be Hip and do a meme.

As he clicked reblog, he added the comment:

“ If This Guy👦🙏 AINT Under My Tree🚷🌲On Christmas Morning🍆👌IM GON B PISSED🐸🍷Santa🎅👋Dont Come If U AINT Bringing Him 😏💦💯.”

Then, he settled down to go to bed with his phone. The photos open to... Admire, of course.

He fell asleep sooner or later. But when the clock hit past midnight, he awoke. A noise? Or perhaps his body had become attuned to his need to hydrate in order to keep his complexion bright and clear. He rose from his bed and trudged off to go get a glass of water.

But upon reaching the hallway, he stopped in his tracks.

There was a man standing there, dressed as Santa? A sack and all?

Leo narrowed his eyes. Sure, it was dark. But even from behind the man’s stature did not match Xander’s, nor his father’s-- Not that Garon would ever do such a thing.

Now Leo, bright as he was, did not have what one would call street smarts. There was a stranger in his house in the middle of the night. He did not stop to consider that this man may be armed and dangerous.

“Excuse me,” Leo spoke.

The figure turned around with a quiet, “Fuck.”

Then, Leo felt as if he was dreaming. There, in the same very sexy Santa outfit, stood the blogger named Zero.

And Leo was speechless.

“Well, I’ll be, leaving now,” Zero said, edging toward the window, hoisting up his bag. That Santa outfit… perhaps the thief had figured that no neighbors would be suspicious of someone playing Santa on Christmas. A parent playing for the children, perhaps.

“If you leave with that, I’m calling the police,” Leo told him. Really, he should call the police, but? Maybe he was a little more than thirsty for hydration.

That was when Elise came trudging from her room, rubbing her eyes with the sleeves of her night dress. She looked at Zero, then at Leo, and whined in sleepiness, “Leo, who’s this?”

“...This is my friend.”

“Who?”

“Uh.”

“Niles,” his now-guest replied.

“Niles. He’s visiting,” Leo tried to rectify. Deep down, despite the precarious situation, he was a tad warmed up. This hot man he had... Admired, many a time, just, here. And now he knew his real name. He felt special.

“For Christmas!?” Elise brightened up, “Yay! Guests!”

Niles’ eye widened, and he looked to Leo, “Uh, yeah.”

Elise looked at the bag Niles was carrying, “Okay, but put your presents under the tree in the morning. You’ll scare away Santa if you go down there now.” The bag was clearly not presents. Elise, however, did not connect that Niles had been robbing them. He was Leo’s friend after all.

“Elise, you’re sixteen,” Leo said, exasperated.

“And that’s why Santa doesn’t bring you presents,” she shot back, then blew a raspberry, and returned to her room in a huff.

Leo looked back at Niles, “Put all of that back and you can stay for Christmas.” The man probably needed it if he was robbing their house?

“Uh. Yeah, sure.”

“Niles, hurry up. We’ll be late to the costume party.”

“Alright, alright, ta-daaaaaa.”

“...You’re not wearing a costume.”

“No, no, LOOK. I’m a pirate.”

“Changing your eyepatch to a cheap one from the Halloween store doesn’t count as a costume, Niles.”

“You didn’t let me finish. I’m a butt pirate.”