MLQC Lucien x MC : Crime & Punishment
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Hate-fucking Ares will be my new jam please and thank you.
Request from @crystal13unny that sent my slut brain off into the stratosphere.
Rating: 18+, Explicit
Summary: AU; MC (Philotes) is a Black Swan agent with nothing but contempt in her heart for Ares. But that doesn’t mean that other parts of her don’t find him alluring. Some wanton destruction sees a need for punishment, and who better to deliver it than the man she angered.
A...prequel of sorts to “Daddy”.
Warnings: Angry rough sex; Choking; Degradation (remember this is Ares we’re dealing with not Lucien); Spanking; Oral sex (male receiving)/Deepthroating; Unprotected intercourse; Orgasm denial; No aftercare
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Philotes had never liked Ares.
From the moment they first met, her standing idly in Hades’ shadow as he talked to the brooding scientist, he had rubbed every cell in her body the wrong way.
He stood too still.
He talked too quietly.
His unreadable eyes lingered on her with that deceitful smirk for far too long.
He bothered her in mentally and physically conflicting ways.
~
The first time she spoke to him was after Hades sent her to retrieve something from his office. Ares handed her a plain manila envelope and like a fool she asked “What is it?”
“I can explain it to you but I can’t understand it for you.” Was his response.
“You have all the charm of a burning orphanage, Ares.” She turned sharply and stormed away, huffing with anger.
After that, every verbal exchange they had involved a trading of insults. She tried to simply avoid him whenever possible but as Hades’ relationship with the scientist turned contentious she found herself interacting with him far more than she ever wanted.
~
“You’re late.” Ares didn’t look up from his computer as she strolled through the lab door. “Perhaps if I colored all of the clocks with crayon you’d be inclined to look at them.”
“You’re so salty, Ares. There must be a perfectly cured ham behind that mask of a face.”
“Yes, you would be thinking of something to stuff in your mouth when you see me.”
Philo bristled. “There’s more dick in your personality than your pants, Ares.”
He finally looked at her then, wearing that unnerving smirk. It sent a tremor down her spine. Something worse was coming, she could feel it.
“The box you need is on the left.” There were two boxes sitting on a table at the far end of the room. Her eyebrows shot upwards, surprised that he wasn’t throwing another insult at her. She moved quickly, snatching the box and darting out of his lab before he could strike.
~
“WHAT did you DO?” Hades hissed, glaring at Philo over his shoulder.
The box she had retrieved from Ares contained a chip that held vital information for Hades’ plan. But when he plugged it in to his computer, lines of code scrolled across the screen before the jagged image of a skull popped up. Within moments months of his work had been corrupted.
She didn’t know what to say. Hades picked up his phone, snarling at the person on the other end to send Ares to his office now. He arrived moments later, having already been expecting the call.
“Hm, I see what happened.” Ares barely glanced at the computer. “This chip is something we confiscated off an intruder. They intended to use it to cripple our systems.” His eyes passed over Philo and she saw the flash of cruel laughter in the violet depths. “It would seem your careless assistant took the wrong box.”
Her jaw dropped. Before she could say anything, rage burning through her like a lit fuse, Hades rounded on her and pointed toward the door.
“Out.”
She looked between the two men before storming out of the room, fists clenched at her sides. That bastard had set her up! How. Fucking. DARE HE. They clearly despised each other, but this was too low. Too cruel. Even for him, she would have thought.
Before she knew it she stood in front of the armory door. Her rage had taken her to the perfect place to gather necessities to extract bitter vengeance. She was lucky and there was no one else in the corridor. Slipping into the impossibly large room she hurried to find something useful.
~
She had figured that many of the components in his lab were flammable but...
Damn.
The wing that housed Ares’ lab had gone up faster than she’d expected. It only took two small incendiary devices and damn near the entire area was burning. It went up so fast. By the time the sprinklers kicked on 90% of the room was engulfed in roaring flames, sparking rainbow patches of color as different chemicals were consumed.
She probably shouldn’t be standing so close to the glass.
The water raining down dampened more than wood and paper and by the time footsteps raced down the hall the fire burning inside of her was also smoldering.
She turned her head, water dripping off the ends of her hair. She could see Ares, standing stone-faced at the end of the hall, behind the gathered crowd of pawns. The look on his said what she already knew.
She fucked up.
~
Anger was positively flowing from Hades as he stood next to her. Oh in some small way he was pleased to see Ares suffer such a setback, but Philotes’ actions had made him look bad and that he wouldn't stand for.
“I will not dispute whatever punishment you decide for her.” he said to the council. They murmured among themselves, wondering what to do. Ares has never been so angry, and if they punished her too lightly they were afraid he would turn his ire on them.
Nobody had noticed that the man himself had entered the room until he strode forward, towering over Philo menacingly. “I will do it myself.”
“You what?!” she cried in unison with Hades. The council sputtered and talked in hushed whispers before addressing him.
“Do you think it wise-” someone started only to flounder and fall silent as Ares turned to glower at them.
“I will see to her punishment myself.” He turned his narrowed eyes on Hades. “See that she’s in my office in an hour.”
She should have been concerned, even scared, but instead Philotes was just plain irritated. It was getting dark. Count on Ares to screw her over again.
~
Ares office was two floors higher and on the opposite side of the building from his lab. It was bare and utilitarian. A boring monochromatic oasis save for the shelves of books that covered one wall. The rug was nicer than she expected, a soft shaggy black fabric that begged to be touched. Hades heralded her into the room before turning to leave. It almost looked like pity in his eyes before he shook his head, slamming the door behind him.
She surveyed the area quickly before poking around Ares’ desk. After all, she told herself, at this point it would be impossible to get in any more trouble. She wondered what he planned to do to her. Thoughts of painful experiments flashed through her mind and a shudder ran through her.
A badge was tucked halfway under a book and she tugged it free. It was his staff badge for Loveland University. She leaned on her elbows on his desk, admiring the photo of him on it. He was, she was loathe to admit, incredibly attractive.
If only he weren’t an insufferable asshole...
The door opened behind her and she startled, dropping the badge at her feet. It was Ares, his face passive but simmering rage lighting his pale eyes. He immediately noticed the dropped badge and clicked his tongue disdainfully.
“Even now you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”
“Not my strong suit.” she quipped, bending to retrieve it and putting it back on top of the book.
“Do you have any idea the amount of damage you’ve done?” His voice raised the hair on her arms.
“Send me the bill then-” a large hand on her throat effectively stopping her flippant response and startled her into silence. She was trapped, the desk pressing against her from behind while Ares pressed against her front. He tightened his grip, forcing her chin up so she would meet his irate gaze. He felt her swallow.
“You can not replace the years worth of work you destroyed. You don’t have the means or the intelligence.”
“And now you’ve only got one of the two.” she rasped. She could feel the bulge pressing against her belly and it thrilled her to her clenching core. It vexed her, these opposing things he made her feel. Things he clearly battled too.
He snarled and his lips met hers hard. Tongue pushing into her mouth forcefully, stealing any attempts at refusal. Not that any were forthcoming. He fisted his other hand in her hair, pulling until her head bent back before sinking his teeth into the skin, biting hard and leaving angry marks. She grabbed his shirt, blindly twisting the buttons and parting the dark fabric until her fingers touched bare skin.
“You are such a disgrace to everything this organization stands for.” A low hiss in her ear, he kept pressure on her hair as his other hand went to her jeans, yanking hard to free the button before pulling the zipper down. She whined as long fingers slid into her underwear, teasing between her wet folds. “Nothing but a wanton little slut since the day you arrived.”
“Mm yet you say that with your fingers inside me~” she arched forward, moaning as his fingers moved deeper. Then the world was spinning. He flipped her around, shoving her chest down against his desk. Sharp corners from various books digging in to her as he yanked her clothes down her legs roughly. Twisting her hair around his fist she expected him to fuck her, crying out when instead a sharp slap echoed in the room as he struck her exposed buttocks.
“I said this was a punishment.” Another strike. Hard. The plump flesh wobbled as he rained blows down upon it, ignoring her squirming and crying. By the time he stopped her face was wet as well as down her thighs. He sneered at the sight, reaching for his belt and hastily freeing his erection with one hand.
Her scalp ached from the constant pressure of his hand fisted in her hair. He pulled her upright and turned her to face him before forcing her down on her knees. At least the rug was comfortable. She gulped at the size of him, hands trembling as she placed them on his thighs.
“...maybe that comment about your dick wasn’t the smartest thing to come out of my mouth...” she whimpered. He didn’t need to tell her; she obediently parted her lips and took as much of him as she could. He used his grip on her hair for control as he brutally fucked her mouth. She was gagging, saliva dripping down her chin. Tears ran down her face. Ares laughed, a low venomous sound that sent fear racing through her before he gripped the back of her head and forced her to take him to the base.
He held her there, ignoring the sting of her nails digging into his thighs until she had swallowed hard around him several times. Strings of spit drizzled down on the rug as she coughed. “My cock is the smartest thing to ever come out of your mouth.” he snarled, pulling her back to her feet.
Finally he let go of her hair but the relief was short lived as he bent her over the desk. One leg pulled free from her jeans as he lifted it over his arm before he grabbed her waist and thrust inside her dripping pussy. Her pitiful cries filled the room as he fucked her. His pace was punishing but she was so full. Gods, he felt so good. He found her clit, rubbing the swollen nub leisurely.
“Ares...Ares!” She sobbed his name, knuckles white as she gripped the edge of his desk. She pushed back against his thrusts, her pussy starting to clench.
“Don’t you dare come unless I tell you to.”
She fought it. Biting down on her knuckles only bought her a momentary reprieve until she was shuddering and twisting, curling in on herself. “Ares...please...”
“No.” He slowed his pace. Intent on twisting every bit of cruel pleasure out of her as he could. “Fool. You think you deserve to after what you’ve done?”
“I’m sorry!” Philo couldn’t think. She’d never been so aware of the sensation of being fucked, right down to the way her stiff nipples rubbed the inside of her bra, begging to be touched. “S-so sorry! Please...please Ares...”
“Pathetic.” His tone was vicious. Mocking. “You would say anything to come on me right now.”
She was so close it hurt. The band threatening to snap any second as she babbled. “I would! Because I’m a needy slut who wants to come on your cock! Please Ares I’ll do anything!”
She couldn’t see his smile. It would have chilled her to the bone.
“Then come.”
She did. Loud and hard, shuddering as he continued chasing his own release through her orgasm, dragging the evidence of her neediness out of her clenching core to leak down her thigh. She barely had the presence of mind to be shocked when he didn’t pull out, thrusting deep and pouring his seed inside her. Given his otherwise rampant dislike of her she never expected he would take the chance.
When he did step away he grabbed the lace edge of her underwear, adjusting her foot and pulling them back up into place before sorting out his own clothes. Then he walked around the desk, grabbing her chin between his thumb and forefinger and forcing her blurry eyes to look at him.
"Be back here tomorrow. 7 a.m. Your punishment is six weeks isolation. Artemis will be going to supervise.” She nodded and he gripped her chin tighter. It hurt but she didn’t dare say anything. “When you get back you will be reassigned. Hades has had a moment of clarity and realized you are outside of his control.” Her brow furrowed but he already knew what she was thinking. “Do not believe for a second I would take you on my team. However-” The edge of the desk dug painfully into her thighs as he yanked her closer, his nose brushing hers as he spoke. “You are still deeply in my debt. No matter where you go, remember, I am the one you belong to.” He kissed her again, almost gently, before pushing her away. “Now get out.”
“Yes sir.” She pulled her up pants, trembling fingers fumbling with the button before reaching the door.
“Oh, and Philotes.”
She half turned as he sat down, blue light illuminating his face as he turned on his monitor. He didn’t bother looking at her.
“It is in your best interest to keep what happened here between us.”
She slammed the door behind her, wiping her face on her sleeve as she made her way down the dark and empty halls. Her underwear was wet and sticky. The only thing worse than his rough treatment of her was the way she craved for him to do it again.
~
Hours later, Ares picked up his phone and dialed. It rang once.
“What.” The sharp bark of irritation nearly made him smile.
“I’m sure you’ve heard the news by now.”
Helios chuckled. “That she blew your shit sky high? Yeah. Made my day.”
Ares scowled but his voice remained neutral. “It worked. Hades has asked for her to be reassigned. She’ll be coming to you.”
“Perfect.”
Ares hung up without saying goodbye. It had caused him enough displeasure when Helios had pieced together who she really was, thus forcing him in to this fragile alliance. But it had proved to be useful as now, following the successful execution of his plan, he had a place to move her. He didn’t trust Helios, not at all, but at least the man understood that the Queen needed to be kept out of Black Swan’s plans.
Whether or not she would be safer in his was a different matter entirely.