Algernon fic~
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faded_laceThis is a fic for the RP AU, and takes place a while before the story~ :D;; I like writing about baby!Algernon XD;;
Title: Adopted
Claimer: Algernon is my former-shota boy X3
Rating: R for sexual implications
Warnings: Shota, semi-incest, yaoi, language
Author's Note: Why do I so like writing stories about Algernon being a shota boy? XD;;;;;
When he's at social functions, benefits, parties, surrounded by the elite of Japan: the diet members and the military generals and the big business owners and everyone who is anyone, Algernon always feels the need to clarify. He is always awash in the sea of adults, wandering around aimlessly with a glass of champagne in his hand no doubt placed there by some well-meaning but apathetic host, when someone he's maybe-maybe-not seen before smiles patronizingly down at him and says in a voice for talking to either children or small animals, isn't he the son of General Devereux?
Algernon replies yes, he is the son of General Devereux, but he always, without fail or hesitation, clarifies: adopted son. He is the adopted son of General Jaques Devereux, because even though his name is now technically Algernon Devereux, he still thinks of himself as Algernon Mauvais, and though the general is technically his father, Algernon certainly does not think of him as his father. After all, fathers don't buy their sons a dozen red roses at random, or take their sons on dates to fancy restaurants, and fathers certainly don't bring their sons home at eleven or twelve at night and carry them upstairs only to press them into bed and make love to them for another few hours to come. Fathers don't do things like that, but General Devereux does quite often, and so there is no note of insecurity, no second of hesitation when Algernon replies to the question: adopted son.
And when they finally get home around one or two in the morning, the General always apologizes for it being boring and tells Algernon how much he appreciates him coming along and promises to make up for it. Then he always kisses Algernon before Algernon can even respond, which is fine with Algernon because he doesn't have much to say. And once Algernon is all breathless and flushed, the General always carries him to the nearest useful piece of furniture (this is the only part which differs time to time: the couch, the bed, the chaise, the chair) and strips him of his formal clothing and always fucks him harder and faster and to the point where Algernon has difficulties walking the next morning. But it's always all right, because, though it would normally be somewhat of a problem, Algernon really isn't the son of General Jacques Devereux. He's his adopted son, and really, that's what makes a difference.
Title: Adopted
Claimer: Algernon is my former-shota boy X3
Rating: R for sexual implications
Warnings: Shota, semi-incest, yaoi, language
Author's Note: Why do I so like writing stories about Algernon being a shota boy? XD;;;;;
When he's at social functions, benefits, parties, surrounded by the elite of Japan: the diet members and the military generals and the big business owners and everyone who is anyone, Algernon always feels the need to clarify. He is always awash in the sea of adults, wandering around aimlessly with a glass of champagne in his hand no doubt placed there by some well-meaning but apathetic host, when someone he's maybe-maybe-not seen before smiles patronizingly down at him and says in a voice for talking to either children or small animals, isn't he the son of General Devereux?
Algernon replies yes, he is the son of General Devereux, but he always, without fail or hesitation, clarifies: adopted son. He is the adopted son of General Jaques Devereux, because even though his name is now technically Algernon Devereux, he still thinks of himself as Algernon Mauvais, and though the general is technically his father, Algernon certainly does not think of him as his father. After all, fathers don't buy their sons a dozen red roses at random, or take their sons on dates to fancy restaurants, and fathers certainly don't bring their sons home at eleven or twelve at night and carry them upstairs only to press them into bed and make love to them for another few hours to come. Fathers don't do things like that, but General Devereux does quite often, and so there is no note of insecurity, no second of hesitation when Algernon replies to the question: adopted son.
And when they finally get home around one or two in the morning, the General always apologizes for it being boring and tells Algernon how much he appreciates him coming along and promises to make up for it. Then he always kisses Algernon before Algernon can even respond, which is fine with Algernon because he doesn't have much to say. And once Algernon is all breathless and flushed, the General always carries him to the nearest useful piece of furniture (this is the only part which differs time to time: the couch, the bed, the chaise, the chair) and strips him of his formal clothing and always fucks him harder and faster and to the point where Algernon has difficulties walking the next morning. But it's always all right, because, though it would normally be somewhat of a problem, Algernon really isn't the son of General Jacques Devereux. He's his adopted son, and really, that's what makes a difference.
