Chained to a tree (I've had worse)

BEASTARS

Legosi/Louis

Future!fic, PWP

NSFW

+ Maritombola 34 - Immagine (Extratombola - Bestiality) 

“Tell me again how is it that you ended up chained to this tree exactly, Legosi?” The deer grins, almost too pleased. 

Legosi is not amused in the least. “You know how,” he growls, but Louis doesn’t quiver - he wouldn’t even if the wolf wasn’t chained to a tree. 

“Only you, Legosi, I swear. Only you.” Louis rolls his eyes, but still smiles - with a little more fondness than amusement. “So what am I supposed to do, now that you have dealt with my protest?” 

Louis walks the clearing, picking up discarded signs just enough to read them - “save the trees”, “protecting nature is not a crime”, “our roots cannot be cut” - before putting them back on the ground. 

“Well, actually I have become your protest,” Legosi rattles the chains to make a point “and I’m not dealt with. How would the Woodland Community react if they were to come back and find that the Beastar, in which they had put their faith into to avoid their forest being cut down, had abandoned them?” 

“I wouldn’t exactly cry over the broken hearts of a bunch of nudist naturists that thinks we should all go back to the old ways and live in the wild.”
“How cruel of you. They’re really friendly, you know?”
“Do I have to remind you that the reason you are here is that those cutie little salvages have killed someone?” 

“It was just one of them and he’s already under arrest, the others are at the station only to give their statements. And they all were very collaborative.” 

Louis sighs, “They chained you to a tree.” 

“But I agreed to it.” 

“Yeah, I know,” Louis drawls the words, shaking his head. “That’s the reason I take the diplomatic tasks, such as mediation between some anti-logging protesters and the company that needs to cut these trees, and you don’t. Because if we by chance were to swap you would end up chained to a fucking tree.” 

“It’s a good thing then that I solved the not diplomatic murder and didn’t take your diplomatic job.”
“I was just hoping you would forget and simply give up.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m chained to a tree.” 

“Oh, please,” Louis scoffs, “as if I couldn’t tell those are herbivores’ chains. You could have broken them hours ago.” 

“Yes, but I know you are a kinky deer.” 

Louis rolls his eyes - Legosi has become too much of a tease since they let all that unresolved sexual tension resolve - and gives up. “Ok, fine. You’re the new negotiator for the Woodland Community, they want their forest and the Ataxis Constructions wants its wood. Where do we draw the lines?” 

It takes them an hour just to agree on what parts of the forest are actually forest, and then it only gets harder.

“No one even wanted to reach the core! I agreed to a leopard-spot pattern in the cutting to not reduce the area, but this means increased costs, at least give in to the numbers. Fifty with the larger trunk diameter, and seventy with the smaller.” 

“Thirty and fifty.” 

“Forty and sixty. And I’ll throw in a blowjob if you cut this short and let us be home by dinner.” 

“Now you’re just trying to buy me.” 

“Is it working?”
“Could be. Do you really care that much for a corporation trying to destroy a forest?” 

“I only care about doing my job at the best, and this means finding the best compromise possible for every party. You on the other end are way too biased. Are you thinking of running away and join this community?” 

“They’re nice people -”

“Except for the murderer.” 

“Except for the murderer,” Legosi consents, “but really, I wouldn’t want them to see their habitat destroyed.” 

“And it won’t be, not with our new division. Now, forty and sixty?” 

“Fine,” Legosi nods, “but don’t forget the blowjob” 

“Fine” Louis smirks and drops to his knees in front of him. 

“What? Now?!” The wolf’s eyes widen. “Are you for real?” 

“You said it yourself, I’m a kinky deer. Besides, we need to wait at least for the construction manager to notify the new methods of logging. We have time to kill.” 

Louis loosens his belt, and Legosi would very much like to be the kind of animal that doesn’t get hard at being tied to a tree in the middle of a forest when people could come back with his partner-maybe-boyfriend about to give him a blowjob. 

“How much time, exactly?” The wolf asks, looking around anxiously.

“Enough,” Louis teases him, and Legosi hopes he’s right, because the deer has already freed his cock. “Let’s see if I can make you come before they come back.”

Then, without warning, Louis swallows his head and Legosi swears. 

The deer suppresses a smug smirk, popping him out of his mouth to lick him, pressing against his slit before swallowing him whole, slowly sucking him in, taking him in one inch at a time, until he reaches his throat. 

Legosi moans and cries and Louis sucks him harder, because it’s all there is, that’s what he craves, the power that blowing Legosi gives him - he feels the wolf squirming, wriggling and cring, the big predator at his mercy, and Legosi is so lucky, oh so lucky, that Louis is a merciful god. 

Louis keeps bobbing his head, careful to not stab the wolf with his antlers, and “LouisLouislouis, fuck! Fuck! Oh!” Legosi cries and the deer strives in it, but still really hopes no one is coming back early, because they’ll probably hear them from the city. 

Legosi’s hip buckle in his mouth and Louis is almost tempted to stop, to punish him for it, leaving him wet and dripping, but the wolf begs so nicely, “Louis, please!” so Louis just grips the base of his cock harder and works him back into his mouth again, sucking him until Legosi comes undone in his mouth, until he’s just a babbling mess and it’s all because of Louis. 

Then Louis gently tucks him back and gets to his feet, sweeping away leaves and dirt from his knees. 

Legosi needs a minute to remember even his name - he leans against the tree, his breathing hard and ragged, his heart still beating furiously in his chest. It was… intense, as it usually is with Louis, even though he should try to find out what point Louis was trying to make, but it’s not always that easy with the deer. 

“I don’t really care to wait for the construction manager,” Louis says and yes, Legosi has recovered but not that much, “let’s head home.” 

Legosi doesn’t even have to ponder the idea, he’s dying for a bed, but there’s the not treasurable detail that he’s still… tied to a tree? 

“I broke the chain,” Legosi looks at his wrists bewildered, as if just by staring at the handcuffs he could magically re-attach them to the chain.  He had felt his muscle strain against the chain, the metal biting into his skin, but he hadn’t thought… 

Louis laughs, and hands him the paper they had been working on, “Well, now you can at least sign the agreement."
“Here says fifty and sixty, that’s not what we agreed to.” 

“I think the blowjob I just gave you warrants at least another ten trees.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“I don’t think we have enough time for that now. But yeah, fuck me.”