Benlos Fic Possessive/Protective
Now you know I love me some Benlos☺️
Summary: “That’s just what happens when you mess with what’s mine.”
Coming back to the Isle was something none of the VK’s thought they would ever do. It was already a known fact that they were nobody’s favorites there right now.
Being the kids who were whisked away to Auradon and chose good over evil and left them all there to rot, yeah there weren’t on anybody good side.
It didn’t help that when they came back, they brought with them the son of the man who locked them all there in the first place.
Yeah, they were really asking for trouble.
Teaching Ben to be, well, not Ben, proved to be a little easier than they originally predicted. He was a fast learner and quick to adapt.
A couple of the many traits Carlos grew to love about him.
Finally reaching their old hang out spot, Ben wanted to be the one to go and up and try and convince Mal to come back to Auradon but they knew it better to be Evie.
She knew how to what to say and how to get to the girl and she was her girlfriend.
Waiting for them downstairs, Jay went back to check on the limo cause on the Isle, you could never be too sure.
Leaving Carlos to be responsible for his curious boyfriend who kept wandering off.
“Ben! I already told you to not walk away from me!” Holding him by his arm while walking them back to the stairs at the hideout.
“You sound like my mother at the grocery store when I was a kid.”
“Well, apparently not much has changed since you’re acting like one wandering off and shit.”
“Oh really? Do I act like a kid when you’re calling me ‘daddy’?”
“I may be shorter and more passive but that doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you. Or at least get Jay to do it.”
While they continued to go back and forth, two pairs of eyes took notice to their playful argument, and both took a particular interest in the white haired son of Cruella.
“Well well well…” Ben and Carlos turned their heads, seeing the two henchmen of Carlos’s mother Horace and Jasper.
Carlos’ face visibly paled as he laid eyes upon the two henchmen. “Horace? Jasper? What are you two doing here?” He asked.
Ben recognized the names as Cruella’s two idiot henchmen. Now he understood why Carlos looked terrified. He wasn’t terrified of them, he was terrified of them bringing him home to his mother.
“Well, we were just walking by doing a fur run for your mom. Ever since you up and left to Auradon and decided to choose good, we’ve been stuck with all your old chores.” Horace said.
“Yeah, and since now that she doesn’t have you around, we are back to being the focus of her ‘tantrums’,” Jasper said taking a hand through Carlos’ hair only to have it smacked away.
“Oh, you don’t seem too happy to see us. Well, I know who would be absolutely overjoyed to see you.”
“Well, I know Cruella would just be overjoyed at having her son back.”
Before Carlos could get up in time, Jasper roughly grabbed him by his arm, twisting it hoping for a reaction but Carlos had a high pain tolerance.
Dragging him away, Jasper was not expecting the blow to the back of his head by something heavy and metal.
A flash in his eyes was all he saw before his vision went dark and he fell to the ground, knocked out to put it in short.
Carlos now freed from his grip turned to see Ben with some heavy looking metal rusty tool in his hand, his face an unlikely expression of anger that Carlos was not used to seeing on the always so kind and friendly king.
“Hey! What do you think you doing?” Horace said walking up prepared to attack, but the look on Ben’s face, the fire behind his eyes, and the not so subtle growl, Horace was suddenly rethinking that.
Horace sat there, watching the kid, his confident and menacing act diminished and non-existent, raised his hands in surrender, “Hey now kid, I-I don’t want no trouble now.” His voice said shaky and squeaky like a scared mouse.
“Leave…” Ben growled lowly.
Horace backing up slowly, jumped out of his boots, literally, when Ben jumped at him, shouting with a rumble rough tone ‘NOW’, running to anywhere that was away from here.
Watching from the side, Carlos had never seen this side of Ben before. He knew that sometimes the son of the beast had his ‘roar” moments, but he never had seen anything like this.
This Ben in front of him was angry, he was protective…
Well, he’s actually always protective but this was another level.
He was violent, brunt, rough, and something else Carlos couldn’t put his finger on, but he damn well that shit was hot and he liked it.
Ben, still staring at where Horace just took off, threw the tool to the side turning to where his boyfriend stood, now noticing his boyfriend staring at him.
His cloud of rage, vanishing as his eyes glazed over his little pup prince.
“You ok Carlos?” He said taking a look at his arm where that little piece of crap grabbed him.
“Uh um y-ye-yeah. I’m good.” Carlos said snapping out of his daze.
As Ben placed his arm back down at his side, he took the chance to look up into his Ben’s green eyes.
Even after he finally hit somewhat of a growth spurt, Ben still towered over him.
Ben thought it was cute.
“Carlos? Carlos!” Ben snapped his fingers in front of Carlos’ face, snapping him out another trance.
“You spaced out. Carlos, what’s wrong?” Ben asked concerned.
“Um, nothing’s wrong. Just… What was that?” Carlos replied.
“That,” Carlos said gesturing to Jasper still knocked out on the ground, “What was that a few minutes ago.”
It finally dawning on Ben what he meant, he gave a little smirk down to his boyfriend, wrapping his arm around his waist, yanking Carlos forcefully against him.
Carlos who was surprised, to say the least, put his hands against Ben’s chest, jumping when he felt Ben’s other arm wrap around his waist and both his hands grab and squeeze his butt.
Leaning down, Ben let a husky breath graze Carlos’ ear, effectively causing him to shudder while pulling him even closer against his own body, not that he could get any closer.
Feeling Ben rub his ass, he had to take a few deep breaths to keep himself calm while the son of Beast whispered something in his ear.
“That’s just what happens when someone messes with what’s mine.” Ben whispered before adding a hard smack to Carlos’ bottom for emphasis.
Carlos, wide eyed and shocked, stared at what he could see of the back of Ben’s head as he had his face now buried in his neck taking whiffs of his scent.
Ben’s only been here on the Isle for 20 minutes and it’s already changing him as Carlos had a thought in his head.
Sorry, this is so late. Got caught up with college stuff! I’ll do a part to this eventually…
