okay, from your second dialogue prompt list, 9 + DoctorHunter
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9. Oh, and are you going to stop me?
“You’re not supposed to be up here,” Leopold said, stepping into the office. The desk chair was faced away from him, the back high enough that he couldn’t see the intruder’s face, but there was only one person bold enough to sit at his desk without his permission.
“I’m also not supposed to be sleeping in your bed or sucking you off when you ask, but I don’t hear you complaining about that,” Hunter said, spinning in the chair to face him with his patented cock-sure grin. “Besides, I got bored.”
“Oh, you were bored,” Leopold replied, setting the file he’d brought up from the lab to study on the desk. “I’m sure that’ll make Ophelia understand why there’s an errant security guard in my office.”
“Don’t be such a worrywart, Leopold. Ophelia left for the day; I saw her.”
“She did? I didn’t know she was leaving early,” Leopold said, eyebrows furrowing.
“That’s not any of my business. I’m just a security guard, and that is between you and the missus,” Hunter replied, and he kicked his feet up on the desk as if challenging Leopold. Leopold rolled his eyes and leveled Hunter with a look.
“Get your feet off my desk, Hunter.”
Hunter didn’t, because he was Hunter, and if anything, he was petulant and stubborn. Leopold circled the desk, nudged his feet off the desk, and sank into his lap as best he could. Desk chairs weren’t designed for two people. He could probably make one, though, easily.
“Why, Doctor, how forward,” Hunter gasped. Leopold tipped his chin up with a finger, barely having to touch Hunter. “Here I thought we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Oh, and are you going to stop me?” Leopold teased before kissing him. Hunter hummed, hands going to the front of Leopold’s suit jacket and releasing the buttons so he could get his hands under and along his sides. “What Ophelia doesn’t know won’t hurt anyone.”
“I like this side of you, Leopold,” Hunter said. “I’m a bad influence on you.”
“Yeah,” Leopold replied. “Dad’s not here, and Ophelia’s gone, and I don’t have meetings for the rest of the day. I can do whatever I want. And what I want to do, Mr. Hunter, is you.”
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“I guess we just weren’t meant to be.” DoctorHunter from the angst prompts please!!!
Okay, nonny, this one got a bit away from me. It’s 2k, and I love it, so it’s got it’s own ao3 story
Read on ao3 or keep reading below :)
Something magical happened the second the Doctor took his tie off. In the safety of his rooms, he took off his carefully pristine tie, and the Doctor became Leopold right in front of Hunter’s eyes.
Hunter had been waiting for an hour, but despite being a bastard about punctuality, Leopold always came home late. He stepped into the room, and closed the door behind him with a decisive click, and before he even took off his shoes or set down his briefcase, he took off the tie first.
“Long day?” Hunter asked, flipping the page in the magazine he’d been perusing.
“If I have to hear my father talk about stocks one more time this week, I might lose it,” Leopold said.
Hunter closed the magazine and set it on the table.
“And what does Madam Mistress say about stocks?”
“You know you’re not supposed to talk about her like that.”
“Considering she puts her hands on and kisses my boyfriend in public, I think I earned the right to disrespect her a little in private.”
“We’ve talked about this,” Leopold said.
“I know. It’s necessary to keep up the appearance that you’re this straight-laced, obedient heterosexual, but I’m not strong enough to pretend like it doesn’t bother me. I would love to be the one on your arm in public, because I can protect you there. I can’t do shit from these rooms, hidden away like some ugly step-child you didn’t want.”
Leopold kicked off his shoes, left his jacket on the hook by the door, and circled around the couch until he was at Hunter’s side. He nudged Hunter sitting straighter and then welcomed himself into Hunter’s lap.
“I don’t want Ophelia’s life. I don’t want to be the head of Hydra or ruler of the world. I just want to be by your side, Leopold, the way I always have.”
Hunter had expressed these desires before but it wasn’t like Leopold could just come out and say to the world, I’m queer, this is my boyfriend who I’m incredibly in love with. No, they had to stay hidden, had to stay secret. The best part of his day was coming home to Hunter’s gentle hands after a day of hard work and his father’s constant and reliable disappointment in him.
Hunter reminded him of his mum, her gentle smile and easy laugh, the way she listened and cared about Leopold’s ideas.
“You know I’d have you out there with me if I could, but the second I put a toe out of line, all of this goes away.”
He gestured around them in a broad arc to capture the nice apartment and the life they had, the life Leopold had, the fact that Hunter was still alive at all.
“I know,” Hunter said, unbuttoning Leopold’s suit jacket first and pushing it off his shoulders. He loved Leopold in a suit, but Leopold without any clothes was vastly superior, and luckily for him, Leopold never had any objections.
Something magical happened when Hunter took off his clothes, too. He hoisted Leopold into the air, arms supporting him while his legs wrapped around Hunter to keep him steady, and carried him into their bedroom. He lay Leopold out, and peeled the rest of his suit off until he was laid bare on the bedspread. Completely naked, vulnerable and open, Leopold became Leo, and Hunter became Lance, the only place they allowed those names.
“Leo,” Lance said, kissing bared skin with sweet reverence. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you, Lance,” Leo muttered, hands running over Lance’s back and sides, unable to rest until he’d check him all over again. “I want you to take control.”
“Gladly.”
Somewhere else, Madam Hydra sat at her desk when one of her agents tapped on her door nervously.
“What is it?”
“You wanted a report on the Doctor’s activities,” the agent said. “Lance Hunter has been seen near his apartment, exiting and entering with what seems to be a key of his own. One of our investigators even view d Doctor Fitz and Lance Hunter engaging in sexual activities.”
“I see. And how did they obtain this information?”
“By looking through an open window, Madam.”
“Not even through a recording from inside the apartment?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Very well. Thank you. Leave the report.”
The agent set a file on Madam Hydra's desk and left. She looked through the photos of Lance Hunter entering the apartment, the same apartment Leopold entered a few photos later, the shots through an open window of Leopold in Lance Hunter’s lap, head through back in ecstasy, hair a mess from his lover’s hands.
There was even a transcript of some of their captured conversation.
“—a little house on the beach, just you and me. You’d never had to put on that tie, close yourself off, touch Madam Mistress again,” Lance Hunter said.
“The dream. Someday, we’ll go,” Leopold replied.
“What do you want in our dream house?”
“As long as you’re there, that’s my dream.”
“What a softie,” Lance Hunter said, and she curled her hand in the paper, making it crinkle and rip. Even without hearing it, without hearing their inflections, Madam Hydra knew that they weren’t just sleeping together; they were in love.
That just wouldn’t do.
The next day, the Doctor was called to Madam Hydra’s office. He wasn’t due to her office until the afternoon for his project update, so being called early was odd. He straightened his tie and fixed his hair, and stepped into Madam Hydra’s office confidently. She was sat at her desk, reviewing a file in front of her with a stern face.
“Come in, Doctor.”
“Have I done something wrong, Madam?”
“Please shut the door.”
He would take that as a yes, then. Luckily, his father didn’t seem present for this conversation.
“Leopold, would you care to explain this?”
She pushed the file in front of her towards him, and he drew closer. On top of some paperwork, there was a few photos of himself and then some of Hunter. But the one on top stalled Leopold in his tracks. He was cradled against Hunter’s chest in their bed, naked on top of their bedspread, Hunter’s eyes closed with a sleepy, come-drunk smile.
“You’ve had me watched?” he asked, voice sharp.
“You’ve been having an affair with a security guard. He’s not even an agent, or someone with any power. He monitors the front desk.”
“Don’t talk about him like he’s nothing.”
“He is nothing.”
Leopold shook his head at her, trying to keep his temper in check. It wouldn’t do any good losing it at Ophelia. She might talk to Alistair if Leopold got too out of line, and he really didn’t need Alistair knowing about Hunter.
“What is this about?” Leopold asked. “Why now?”
“End it,” she said evenly.
“What?”
“We are supposed to be a team, a united front, holding the organization up in the world. We can’t do that if you’re screwing some nobody from the first floor.”
He didn’t argue that he wasn’t just screwing Hunter and he certainly wasn’t a nobody, because that would make things worse, but he wanted to.
“I don’t want you seeing him. If you do not end it yourself, he will be removed from the equation and sent to the fifth floor for reconditioning.”
“You can’t –“ he started to argue.
“You’ll find that I can,” she said, cutting him off. “Remember that you have your position at my discretion, and I can easily take away everything you care about. Either you get rid of him, or I will, and you’ll find it’s much less pleasant when I do it. Do we have an understanding, Leopold?”
He was quiet, seething in his spot, before nodding.
“Tell me.”
“I understand, Madam Hydra.”
He went home in a sour mood, and found Hunter in the kitchen, swaying to the beat of the radio, making dinner. Leopold stood in the doorway, watching him, the way he moved, the swing of his hips, the off-key way he sang along. He’d never felt like this for someone, too isolated thanks to his father.
He closed the door behind him.
“Leopold, is that you, love?” Hunter called, not bothering to look over his shoulder. If Leopold wanted to hurt Hunter, it would be too easy. If someone came in to hurt him, Ophelia or his father or someone from reconditioning, they could snap him up without him having a chance to fight back and escape. He’d have to be better about that. Leopold wouldn’t be around to protect him.
“You have terrible instincts,” Leopold answered.
“You have a very specific way of opening the front door. I knew it was you.”
“Good.”
Hunter turned and smiled at him, a radiant smile that faltered as he looked Leopold over.
“Long day?” he asked gently.
“Yeah. Uhh. I had to do some thinking today.”
“Your massive brain couldn’t handle a little thought?” Hunter playfully teased.
“I had to make a pretty massive decision, and I – you're not going to like it.”
“What do you mean?”
Leopold took off his tie, and set it on the table by the door without answering. He couldn’t have this conversation dressed up like the Doctor, this heartless scientist who never would have fallen for Hunter in the first place. He had been so stupid to want something for himself when everything had to be about Hydra and the benefit of the organization.
“What does that mean, Leopold?”
“Ophelia knows about us,” Leopold answered and gripped the back of the couch. He couldn’t say what needed to come next.
“And she was perfectly accepting, and we can stop hiding?” Hunter asked hopefully.
“No. She wants me to end it.”
Hunter took a sharp breath and put his spoon down.
“No,” he said firmly.
“Don’t.”
“Don’t? Don’t let her break us up? Don’t let someone else dictate our relationship? Don’t fight for you?”
“Lance, we can’t disobey her. She’s the head of Hydra.”
“I don’t give a shit about that, Leopold. What I care about is you, and me, and this life I thought we were building together. But Madam Mistress says no, so you’re ready to jump out the window.”
“I don’t want to do this, either, but –”
“There shouldn’t be a but, Leopold.”
“It’s not that easy, Hunter.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No, it’s not. If I don’t end this, if I don’t stop seeing you, she will hurt you. Or worse, she’ll make me do it.”
“I’m not afraid of her.”
“I am.”
Hunter crossed to Leopold and kissed him hard, and Leopold held on with a whimper. This could be the last time they kissed, the last time Leopold touched his arms, his chest, his waist. He slipped his tongue past Leopold’s lips, making a desperate noise of his own.
Leopold pulled at his shirt, wanting to get Hunter naked if they’d never see each other again. He wanted to lose himself in Hunter and never resurface. Luckily, Hunter seemed more than happy to comply for once. They didn’t make it into the bedroom, Hunter lifting him up and pressing him into a wall in the living room, and they greedily took each other in like they’d been parched forever.
“I can’t let you get hurt,” Leopold said, laying in Hunter’s arms against the dining room floor, tucked under his arm right where he belonged.
“I know.”
They were silent, and Hunter lifted Leopold’s hand to his mouth, kissing his knuckles and each fingertip and over his palm.
“I’ll have my stuff out by morning.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know. You always said we shouldn’t do this. You were always right, and I shouldn’t have tried to fight that. I guess we just weren’t meant to be.”
Leopold went to bed for the first time alone in over a year, trying to ignore the sounds of Hunter packing, and when the door closed before dawn behind him, Leopold did something he hadn’t thought possible anymore. He cried for everything that went with Hunter, all of the goodness he’d kindled in himself despite Ophelia and his father. He cried, and mourned, and in the morning, he put on his tie, and assumed his role of the Doctor, and forgot how to take it off.
I promise this won’t hurt (which sounds like a lie, but you know my soul is with the fluff)
19. Does this shirt make me look hot?
Hunter was shameless, which Leopold had found out quickly after he’d started staying over. Leopold had moved out of the provided rooms at the compound a few weeks before meeting Hunter, but it was only recently that he’d started letting him stay the night, which was the best decision he’d made. One of Hunter’s habits turned out to be that he did not wear a shirt if he didn’t have to, constantly stripping his clothes off at the slightest provocation. Sometimes, Leopold brought home work to complete and Hunter would strip off his shirt because the apartment was too hot, or he’d spilled sauce on his shirt and had to get it soaking if he didn’t want to stain it. It was completely impossible that Leopold got any work done with Hunter half naked in his kitchen.
Leopold was laid on the bed one afternoon on his day off, the blankets pulled up to his bare waist. Hunter was dressing, although that seemed like a silly thing to do considering Leopold wanted to peel the clothes off him immediately.
“Does this shirt make me look hot?” Hunter asked, a grey long-sleeve now covering his bare torso. He modeled it obnoxiously.
“I don’t know, I definitely prefer you without it,” Leopold replied.
“The clerks at the store might disagree.”
“Don’t go to the store, then. We’ll have one of my assistants go. I want you here,” Leopold said, shifting so he could reach Hunter’s belt loop, towing him backwards. “You’re wearing far too many clothes, Mister Hunter.”
“Unless you want to me fuck you using olive oil next time,” Hunter said, picking up the empty bottle of lube, “you’d better let me go.”
Leopold let out a quiet boo and Hunter leaned in to kiss him.
“I actually used all of the olive oil, too, so it would be lotion or spit.”
Leopold scrunched his face at that which made Hunter chuckle.
“Okay, but hurry back. It’s not often I get a whole day alone with you.”
Hunter kissed him again, easing him onto his back, covering him with his body like another blanket.
“I will.”
“And don’t worry about looking hot, I’ll gladly peel anything off of you when you get home.”
“Home, huh?” Hunter asked.
“Oh,” Leopold said, and he frowned. Hunter smoothed his thumb over the frown lines on his face.
“Is this my home, Leopold?”
His voice was quiet, and sincere, not joking or teasing.
“Do you want it to be your home?” Leopold asked in return.
“Yes,” Hunter said. “I do, actually. Notice how I haven’t slept at my own apartment in weeks.”
“Is this too fast?”
“Nothing is too fast when I love you,” Hunter said, kissing the center of his chest. “But if you don’t want that, we don’t have to.”
“I want to,” and his voice was quiet in the silence of the room, their room, this home they were maybe building. “I want you here.”
“Good.” Hunter kissed him again and again, forgetting the store for a little while, lost in each other. It was so easy to get lost in Hunter, to dive in and let himself drown, forgetting everything he was and all of his responsibilities. With Hunter, he was the Doctor. His position at Hydra meant nothing. His connection to Ophelia didn’t matter. Hunter only cared about Leopold as a person, as a man.
“Wait,” Leopold said, resurfacing. “You said you love me.”
Hunter smirked and God, he couldn’t look at him when his eyes were sparkling like that.
“Yeah,” Hunter said. “I’ve said it before.”
“When I’m sucking you off doesn’t count.”
“Since when?”
“Since always!”
“Well, your mouth isn’t on my cock now. In fact, I’m completely dressed and clear headed. Do you believe me?”
“Tell me again.”
“I love you, Leopold.”
Leopold let out a small, quiet sigh. There was a little voice at the back of his head that sounded not unlike his father, berating him for letting Hunter manipulate him with such sentiments, that Hunter was just trying to use him, gain favor at Hydra, or take them down from the inside.
Even if that was Hunter’s endgame, Leopold would let him. Because there were so many things about Hunter that Leopold adored. Because Leopold had never felt this way about anyone.
Hunter took every opportunity to tease Leopold, but never meanly. He was loyal, not exactly to Hydra but to Leopold and that’s all he could ask from him. Hunter made fantastic chili, and loved to share desserts, and always had Leopold’s favorite beer in the fridge. The few times they’d stayed at Hunter’s, which was always riskier, he’d obsessively cleaned his apartment before Leopold came over. He was sweet, and had a quick with, and Leopold had seen him more than once in the fighting ring take an impressive amount of punches. There was nothing about Hunter that Leopold didn’t admire and adore.
So, when he said, in the stillness of their bedroom, Hunter’s heartbeat steady underneath his palm, “I love you, Lance,” he meant it.
The day hadn’t started off horrible. In fact, most of the day had been rather pleasant. He’d woken up in a beautiful man’s arms, and had had a sleepy, early morning orgasm, followed by a shower where he washed Leopold’s hair and body almost reverently. He’d made a breakthrough in his work, and he’d spent lunch laughing with Ophelia like they were students again. He was looking forward to going home to Hunter and celebrating such a great day.
Then, like a dark cloud moving in on an unexpected wind, Alistair swept into Leopold’s office.
“Dad,” Leopold said, startling at his sudden presence. You’ve returned.”
“I have,” he said. “Did you already eat?”
“Yes, Ophelia and I had lunch on the terrace. I can have something ordered and brought up if you’d like.”
“Yes, that would be for the best.”
Leopold pulled up the ordering site on his computer and ordered his father’s usual on his credit card.
“How was your flight?” Leopold asked. He loved his father, but being around him, especially since dating Hunter, made him nervous. Hunter had been so kind and gentle from day one, and had assured him that his father’s actions weren’t okay. He’d been faintly aware that his father hadn’t been a good or nice man, especially when he had vague memories of his mum’s sunshine laughter, but it wasn’t until Hunter had seen it firsthand that Leopold understood the extent of it.
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