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It was finally dark out but the moon was full, illuminating the fields surrounding their Kingdom. The brightness would make his escape more difficult than it already was going to be. He leans forward out the window, his stomach churning at the five stories below him. His grip on his satchel tightens as he swallows down a lump in his throat.
The thick vines that crawl up red bricks are slightly slick from early evening rainfall. One slip and he was done for. Maybe he should just stay for the night and try next week. But it had already been nearly a month since they last saw one another. Blue eyes cut to the darkened horizon, his heart tugging him in the direction of where he really wants to be. As terrified as he was about falling to his death, he was going to do this. With a determined look and a steadying breath he tosses his leg over the windowsill. One last look is cast towards his door where his brother sleeps across the hall before he begins to climb down. His foot immediately slips on the vine, a squeak of terror slipping out when he falls a couple feet before latching onto one of the branches. When he looks down again he gasps at how far the ground still is, his eyes slamming shut again.
This was a terrible idea.
But for the second time, he takes a calming breath and starts the slow descent to the ground. With a clear mind he manages to get to the ground unscathed. The hard part was over, now he only had a long…long walk ahead. Out of the satchel he pulls a dark cloak he'd gotten just for this occasion. It helps him blend into the night as he starts down the dirt path that leads him to what should be certain danger.
He tugs his hood over his head, sticking close to the shadows. The sudden sounds of chattering voices makes him panic while he frantically looks for a hiding spot. The light from a lantern gets brighter just as he ducks behind a tree. Two voices speak to one another in rushed joyful sentences, their feet crunching on gravel as they pass by his hiding spot. He keeps himself plastered to the bark of the tree until the voices fade completely. Last thing he needs is someone seeing him running into the arms of the enemy.
With the absence of other voices, the sounds of wildlife in the night begin to surround him. Each unknown noise makes tendrils of fear crawl up his spine and he looks back to the safety of his home. It was tempting to go back but his desire to get to where he wanted to be was more powerful than his fear. He forces himself to keep moving forward. The familiar sights of the Mushroom Kingdom start slipping away into more wilderness with each passing minute. The trip takes him a few hours until there's finally a break in the thick forest. If he was anyone else the sight of the looming castle surrounded by molten lava and threatening statues would spark fear.
He’s not just anyone though, not here.
When he approaches the castle, the guards draw their weapons and demand to know what his business is. As soon as he removes his hood, they frantically go to lower the hulking drawbridge. It's a strange sight for him, no one ever rushes to do anything for him. The guards part as he quickly walks down the bridge towards the main gate. It creaks and groans as the wooden door parts for him to enter. Inside the overly warm castle there are even more wandering guards on patrol but none bother him. Some of the meandering koopas even give him nods in recognition, asking if he requires anything. Unsure how to respond to the attention, he gives them a nervous smile in return and shakes his head. No where else he goes does he get this kind of greeting from anyone. Usually he’s like a ghost wandering the planes in his own Kingdom but here he feels…seen. The guards look at him with respect in their eyes and it fills him with a sense of pride that makes him stand up a bit straighter. It's a feeling he's slowly beginning to let himself enjoy.
The endless labyrinth of grey bricked halls have gradually become mapped in his mind but as he checks the usual spots, he comes up empty handed. The one he's looking for is impossible to miss so he continues peeking his head into different rooms, still too self conscious to ask for help. Just as he goes to check one last room, the sound of a familiar voice makes him freeze. Backtracking down the hall, he goes right instead and follows the sound. Once he finally finds the source, he stops in the doorway and finally feels himself relax for the first time in a month.
A gigantic figure is facing away from him. Sharp spikes on the King's back shine under the glow of the magma outside the window as he continues talking. His low gruff voice speaks softly and as Luigi inches closer he can finally see who he's speaking to. The nearly identical smaller version of the King is barely keeping his eyes open as his father speaks to him. The King says a few more words and his son’s eyes eventually flutter closed. The barest hint of a smile crosses his face, showing his sharp canines as he stares down at the sleeping figure.
Luigi shuffles his feet slightly and the King immediately whirls around towards him but the snarl on his lips dies when he notices who is standing there. That same ghost of a smile returns and one of his large hands reaches out, the tip of his claw holding Luigi’s chin up.
“Unexpected guest?” He says lowly but not unkind.
“I wanted to see you.” His voice is timid in a way that is not unlike himself but the King has always found his shyness charming. There’s a few moments of charged silence as they stare at one another until his son makes a small noise that draws both of their attention. Gently the King picks up the small form and Luigi follows him through the corridors in silence. He waits just outside the bedroom as the little one is tucked into his bed. His father stares down at him, one of his hands smoothing over the tuff of bright orange hair.
No one else gets to see the King like this. It's a privilege that Luigi would never take for granted. He quietly waits while the little one is told goodnight one last time before his father quietly steps out the room. How such a large being could be so quiet was still baffling. He’d snuck up on Luigi a few times and gave him quite a scare until he learned his love hated it.
He never did it again.
The King ducks back out of the room and without a word he offers his hand to Luigi who happily lets his own be engulfed by the larger one. They talk quietly as they make their way through the halls. Never the talkative one, the King is content to listen as he's told of what his lover got up to in the last month. He keeps his steady steps slow so Luigi can keep up. The guards bow in when they pass, all mumbling their acknowledgments. Even as he gives them curt nods in return he keeps his focus trained on the words soft spoken to him. His own hint of a smile returns as he listens to the man speak.
Even as he happily chatters away, Luigi's mind remembers for a few fleeting seconds exactly what he's doing. The one he has chosen to be with is not a good person, at all. The thought eats away at him some nights or when he has to lie about his whereabouts. Even as strong as the guilt is, it's worth how alive Bowser makes him feel. The intensity of the King's love makes Luigi’s mind go hazy. It was impossible to fight this attraction so he'd given up and let gravity do the work as he fell into bed with the enemy. A booming laugh erupts down the halls when he says something silly. The sound is rough and gravelly but he loves the King's laughter. He couldn't imagine being anywhere else at the moment. He didn't want to be anywhere else but under the soft gaze of those bright orange eyes. How someone that is usually rageful and violent could be so gentle with him is hard to comprehend. The overwhelming emotion makes his heart flutter.
Seeming to hear the sound of his heart beating faster, those orange eyes darken as they gaze down at him. Bowser looks around to make sure they are out of sight of prying eyes before sweeping the man off his feet. Luigi chuckles at the sudden movement, resting his hands against warm rough skin. Large arms hold him close as Bowser nuzzles against his chest, a low rumbling coming from deep within him that sounds eerily similar to a purr. Luigi presses a kiss to the side of his muzzle, the hairs of his mustache tickling Bowser's nose.
Quiet words of how much they missed on another as shared as Bowser walks them to his chambers. The first time this had occurred the King had learned very quickly that humans had very different sleeping habits than himself. His previous bed wasn’t as…squishy but humans were delicate and required a soft place to sleep apparently. He had to begrudgingly admit that this bed was perhaps a bit better than his last.
Gently he lifts the cloak off of Luigi’s body before placing the man in his arms down onto the dark bedding. Luigi looks up at him with that disarming expression. As safe as he knew Luigi felt with him, he wasn't sure if the man knew that the feeling was mutual. Most were terrified of him and for good reason. He breathed fire and conquered lands, a monster not meant for the gentle trusting expression he was receiving right now.
It was truly alarming and had shocked him to the core the first time he felt himself returning that same soft look. There was only one other person in his life he could be vulnerable with and extending that vulnerability to a human felt like a horrendous idea initially. But the timid human was nothing but kind and sweet to him, regardless of his reputation. It's gotten easier for Bowser to be open with him, he adores showing Luigi how much he cares for him. The bright blush that always splashes across the human’s face never fails to make his heart race. Bowser’s eyes linger on those bright blues in silent conversation until he slowly crawls on top of him. Careful of each movement. This isn’t the first time but Bowser is always conscious about how much larger he is than his lover. His hooded eyes gaze down at the figure splayed beneath him.
The usual green hat is not on Luigi’s head. Instead the silky brown locks are free to rest against the sheets. Another low hum rumbles out of the King’s chest as he runs one of his claws through the soft strands of hair, feeling Luigi tremble slightly under the lightest touch. He was always so sensitive. Always so eager.
The King's deep voice still rumbles out a question. He can't help but ask, he must ask and make sure this is alright. It's not in his nature to do such a thing but he would never take anything from Luigi that was not willingly given. The last thing he wants to do is hurt his human, he couldn’t live with that. Luigi turns his sparkling eyes up to the King and whispers his eagerness with lust in his eyes.
"Certain?" Bowser still asks, his gaze never leaving those captivating eyes. He feels his blood run hotter when that usually shy voice replies in a steady breathy tone, "Yes."
The pink flush across Luigi’s face deepens once the word is out. The same claw that had been in hair begins to trail lower down his body. Softly over his cheek, down past the sensitive skin on his neck until it hooks onto the button of his overalls. As tempting as it is to rip the fabric, Bowsers knows how much his human cares for the article of clothing so he employs some patience. His brows come together as his large fingers fight with the tiny button until it finally pops open and he can toss the garment across the room. The green shirt joins the overalls on the floor until the final piece of fabric is removed, leaving him bare on the sheets.
Bowser’s lips part, his eyelids drooping at the sight. Luigi is more than ready for him but he doesn't touch, not yet. Bowser leans over, his nose ghosting over heated skin as he takes in the familiar scent. The thick scent of desire in the air nearly coats his tongue, forcing an unrestrained growl to slip between his teeth. The sound is answered by a soft impatient whimper from the man under him. Keen eyes flick up at the way Luigi begins to beg for his touch. The softly spoken words are being said so sweetly that they make him finally lean down to kiss his lover. His body presses Luigi into the sheets, the languid kiss making up for each second they were apart. One of his strong hands grips tighter against the bed when tentative ones slide up the sides of his face to hold him close. That gentle touch could drive him crazy in ways he never imagined.
A surprised gasp bubbles out of Luigi when he’s suddenly flipped onto the bed. Bowser pushes gently between his shoulder blades until his face presses into the soft bedding. A large tongue traces a path up tanned skin, stopping to bite at the sensitive skin at the base of Luigi’s neck. The soft moans he gets in response make him bite down a little harder as he uses one of his fingers to slide between Luigi’s legs from behind. Always careful of his claws he starts to stroke a slow rhythm as his tongue trails lower. It skates down Luigi’s back until he prods that tight of ring muscle that has Luigi crying out, his hands fisting the bedsheet. Bowser continues stroking him while his tongue swirls in slow deliberate circles. Luigi’s hips roll mindlessly back and forth, moaning at the combination of sensations. Bowser's tongue flicks over a particularly sensitive spot and Luigi can already feel himself nearing the edge. It never takes much when its Bowser’s hands on him. But just as he gets there, the sensations stop.
A frustrated groan from him makes Bowser let out a low teasing laugh. When pleas for more come tumbling from between those soft lips. The King looks down between them, seeing how small his human is compared to himself. His length rests on the man's back, nearly coming up to his shoulder blades. Luigi lets out a low moan against the sheets when Bowser’s hips grind against him. It wouldn’t fit. Not that they hadn’t made a valiant effort. They’d attempted on a few occasions but much to their dismay the physics of that action between them was…impossible. But that didn't mean there weren’t other ways to have fun with his human.
Bowser flips Luigi onto his back again, leaning over to suck marks across his chest.
He doesn’t stop until Luigi is panting with chest covered in little purple marks. Surprise blooms over his face when Luigi tugs him by one of his horns until their lips meet again. He smirks into the kiss as he returns it in earnest. His teeth nip at Luigi’s lip once more before he sits up again and walks to the other side of the room. There’s a shelf of glass vials and bottles that he looks through before selecting the bottle he was searching for. He holds it between two fingers while he slowly goes back over to the bed. Luigi has propped himself up on his elbow, his eyes not leaving from the temptation between Bowser’s legs. He parts his own as the King settles between his legs again, the full length of him resting between Luigi’s thighs. Each slight movement he makes rubs against Luigi’s own throbbing need. His eyes continue to follow Bowser’s movements as he takes the bottle and pops the cork out with one of his sharp teeth, spitting it across the room.
The liquid in the bottle spills onto his cock, letting him slide easily between Luigi’s legs as he holds them both together in one hand for more pressure. His other hand rests on the bed giving him the leverage to rut harder against Luigi. Each of his loud grunts are echoed with a soft moan or desperate whimper. Even with their difference in size he could still feel the man throb against him with each thrust of his hips. He watches Luigi’s hands curl against the sheets, his head thrashing from pleasure. The sight is almost too much but when Luigi reaches down with shaky hands to wrap around the very tip of him. Bowser’s eyes roll back. Each roll of his hips he can feel Luigi’s oiled hands stroking him with frantic movements.
He growls through gritted teeth when he finally comes, feeling Luigi shake and shiver beneath him as he follows suit. Luigi gasps under him, his body covered in spurts of cum as Bowser continues to grind between his thighs. Each roll of his hips squeezing out more of the sticky mess against his chest. Bowser’s tongue hangs loosely out of his mouth as he shudders through his release. Both of them breathe heavily through the silence in the room until the King lets out one final deep breath before his eyes open and he looks down. His eyes scan over the absolute mess he made of the human under him and he couldn't be more pleased at the sight.
Luigi is still panting when he meets the King's eyes again. The easy smile he gives is met with a smirk that stretches enough to show those razor sharp teeth. He smiles into the kiss when Bowser leans down, relaxing further into the sheets as their mouths mold together. A sharp groan stutters out of him when Bowser’s tongue suddenly darts out to run over his chest. His body quivers as a long tongue laps at the mess on his torso. He can only let out little whispers as the mess is cleaned off his body. The continued touch is almost too much…almost, but he relishes in having his over sensitive skin lavished so thoroughly. His shaking hands grips Bowser’s horns as his lower half is paid slightly more attention. It isn’t until he’s completely clean that his muscles finally relax and he falls into the sheets again. Still catching his breath, he stares up as the King cleans his lips with a slow lick of his tongue.
Once he’s done he finally catches Luigi’s gaze and smirks at the blush still covering the man's face. He can’t help but reach down and twirl his claw around the end of his mustache as his lover chuckles. Hair sticks to Luigi’s forehead as he looks up at him with an adorably sated expression. At a single hand gesture Bowser leans down and captures Luigi’s lips again. He pulls them both up further the bed, never breaking the kiss as he tucks a blanket around his always chilly human. Even in a lava covered castle he needed a blanket which was baffling to the King but he never voiced it. He simply got more covers for his now overly soft bed.
They’re both tucked into the sheets pressed against one another. Luigi’s whole body is nearly completely covered by the hulking figure next to him and he's never felt safer.
“Stay?” The deep gruff voice asks.
“Of course.” The answer is simple. He didn’t plan on going home for a long time, they had a lot of days to make up for. The pleased deep rumble he gets in reply against him makes a goofy smile spread across his face as he nuzzles impossibly closer.