#ottowelt

Hmmm. This is a challenge! Let's try it with ottowelt and see.

CW: kidnapping, seriously dubcon kissing (instead of fuck or die it's kiss or die)

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There was something almost amusing in the 1st Herrscher's defiance. Almost, because his defiance could get them both killed; while the loss of a body wouldn't hurt Otto, it would ruin his plans if Welt Yang died here.

(And if anyone was going to kill the ridiculous man, it was going to be him.)

He was still not sure how they ended up in this situation to begin with. A splinter cell of World Serpent, perhaps- but with the Herrscher's power negated and Otto's solium body similarly suppressed, there was fuck all he could negotiate with save for a pretend promise to cooperate.

Behind him, bound to a chair, the Anti-Entropy Sovereign seethed. It was honestly kind of adorable. They'd beaten the shit out of him in the capture, and the pretty purple bruising only accentuated his high cheekbones and narrow, glowing eyes. "Otto," he warned. "Don't."

"We're willing to work with you, Apocalypse. On one condition." The leader leaned back in the shadows, his grin sharp as a viper's. "Give us one good reason you think you can control the Herrscher, and we'll let you go."

Otto pretended to muse over that, then turned and leaned over his rival. "Play along," he whispered, smirking, before grabbing Welt by the hair and kissing him.

Welt's eyes went wide. His body froze, his lips half-parted and trembling as Otto claimed him. Rough, bruising, complete domination- Otto bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, shoved his tongue inside, deep enough to make the younger man gag.

The mighty Sovereign whimpered. A pleased shiver ran down Otto's spine at the pitiful sound. "If you don't reciprocate, they'll kill you," he hissed under his breath as he ran his hands down to the other's bound wrists.

Welt made a broken little noise before nodding, once, closing his eyes and obediently parting his lips. This time he moved with him, letting Otto stake his claim with each harsh nip and lick. It was intoxicating, the softness of the Herrscher's lips and the skilled slide of tongue as he pressed into the kiss. What a shame that talent was being used on his hero's killer! The thought made Otto laugh into his mouth.

The hatred in the Herrsher eyes was scalding when he finally pulled away, softened only by the dampness of his lower lashes.

"Does that satisfy you?" Otto asked their captor as he licked his lips. "I'd offer to provide a more in-depth demonstration, but my pet here is a little shy. I'm sure you understand."

"...We'll trust you for now," the leader said, disgust thick in his voice. "Expect us to contact you in a few days."

The suppression flickered. Otto smirked and stepped aside as the ropes fell away from Welt's wrists. "Oh, I don't think that'll be necessary," he said as raging licks of red-purple gravity surged forward. The men began screaming as little black holes began to rip through them, tearing their atoms into shreds.

Soon, there was nothing left but them and the heavy silence.

"This never happened," Welt snarled as he spat on the ground.

Otto chuckled and slid a hand down Welt's arm, just to watch him flinch. "You can say that all you like," he said, "but we both know you'll be thinking about it. Don't feel bad. You were magnificent."