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Hi, I don't know how busy you are with your own stories & other rarepair asks, but I'd love a follow-up to the Hercule/Levi fic you wrote for me. A sequel would be awesome, but if you wanted to write something completely different, that would be great too! I'm not picky lol, I just love your writing. Let me know if you need any more specific ideas, and if you aren't interested in writing the pairing again, no worries!! :)

Repaying a Favor

Pairing: Hercule Fontaine/Levi Simon

Fandom: Red Dead Redemption 2

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Warning: Period Typical racism, Kidnapping, bondage, bottom Levi Simon, oral sex, rough sex, skullfucking

Word Count: 1900

Comments: YES!! I love this pairing so much, like at first it was kind of skeptical but now I’m fuckin’ on board for it! And I apologize for the long wait, I’ve been dealing with college work, and my workplace closing ahhhh, but it’s here now XD

Levi’s skull ached in pulses as he woke up, vision swimming and stomach clenching on nothing. The jungle screamed with bird squawking, boar screeching, and bug buzzing all around him. It was a hum that made his head hurt even more. What even happened?

He remembered riding his mule down a trail from one sugarcane crop to another, but then everything went black. When he managed to overcome the thumping of his brain to open his eyes, he saw the darkness of the jungle canopy and the glowing of a lantern close by. Body going tense, he realized his forearms (which were starting to go numb) were tied tightly with rope around the back of a chair. He flew into flight mode and started to yank on the rope, burning raw spots into his wrists.

Whoever tied him to the chair did a bang-up job of it, which only made him want to strangle them more. If it was some of those rotten revolutionists, he was… well what was he going to do? That night with Hercule was still burned into his memory. Yes, he would slaughter all of them then keep Hercule as a prize, if the Colonel allowed that is.

Levi sagged forward, glowering at the darkness of the jungle. He noted that there were some ancient looking bricks forming crumbling walls and flooring. He must be at some old establishment that was here before the Colonel ever made it to the island.

Wiggling in the chair, he found it might be decrepit enough to fall backwards and break it, but if it wasn’t he’d be stuck on the ground with a dislocated shoulder. But maybe he could back up to one of the walls and rub the rope against the sotne and weaken it. Smirking smugly, Levi started to scoot the chair backward toward the wall, only to be stopped by a low chuckle behind him.

Whipping his head around, Levi squinted past the lantern light to see a dark figure blending in with the background. “Oi, step out so I can see you,” Levi snarled.

The figure stood up straight and sauntered into the orange glow, the light sculpting his chest and torso. Levi’s next insult died in his throat as he looked at Hercule’s muscular frame and charming face. His face flushed and he turned back around so his eyes wouldn’t flow down Hercule’s suspenders to his pants.

“You into kidnapping now?” Levi muttered, purposefully looking up at the broken canopy of trees.

“You don’t seem to have a problem with kidnapping, Simon. Don’t preach to me.” Hercule walked up to Levi and crossed his arms, staring down his nose at him.

Levi gulped feeling hot around the collar as he worked his jaw. “Gonna kill me then?”

Hercule snorted and turned to look into the jungle. “No, actually I had my men bring you here so you wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire. Call it mercy.”

Blinking slowly, Levi followed Hercule’s gaze to the darkness. “Mecry? What are you planning?” Hercule hummed and paced around to Levi’s back, making Levi choose to awkwardly look over his shoulder or keep his head forward and keep some dignity.

“We’ve been planning this hit for a while, you don’t need to know the details, but it was going to get bloody.” Hercule leaned down, thick accent curling at Levi’s ear.

The pieces clicked together making Levi choke out a laugh. “Nawh, you wanted to keep me safe, how precious.”

“Hmm, that or keep you hostage to free more of the enslaved you control.” Levi froze before twisting his head back to look at Hercule, their noses nearly brushing at how close Hercule was. “Or maybe I brought you here to slit your throat and be done with it.”

Levi paled and turned his head back forward, clenching his fists and tugged at the knotted rope around his wrists. “But-but I freed you! And well…”

“‘And well’ what, Simon?” Hercule walked back around the chair to grab at his jaw, forcing his head back to look him in the eye. “Don’t tell me you freeing me was mercy, you have some sick attraction to me.”

Levi laughed nervously, trying to ignore the warmth that traveled from Hercule’s large hand into his throat. “And that’s a problem? You’re the one that fucked me.”

Hercule huffed and pulled his hand back from Levi’s jaw, putting it on his hip and shaking his head. “I know.”

“And you can’t tell me you didn’t like it-”

“Shut up.”

Levi grinned, his tongue peeking out to wet his lower lip. So the big man could get flustered.

“Fontaine, come now, if you truly didn’t like it you wouldn’t have finished-”

Hercule’s hand shot out like a snake, wrapping around his throat and applying pressure that made Levi dizzy. “I said, shut up.”

Wheezing softly, Levi relaxed into the hold, legs spreading as much as the bonds on his ankles would allow. Hercule had the look of confusion on his face before his dark eyes widened and his hand loosened for a moment. Levi tried to squish the disappointment that flooded through his chest, dragging his heart down, but his mouth turned down in a frown. Hercule remained silent for a moment before hsi eyes hardened and he reapplied the pressure, much to Levi’s surprise.

“It seems you can’t hold your tongue, being a white man has fogged your brain, maybe I can refresh you on the way manners work.” Hercule hissed and brought a boot up to stomp inbetween Levi’s thighs, the tip barely brushing Levi’s crotch.

Levi nodded as much as the hand locked under his chin would allow before Hercule removed his hand and slipped his suspenders off his gorgeous shoulders and unbuttoned his pants. Levi’s mouth went dry seeing the semi-hard dick pulled from Hercule’s pants.

“If you know what is good for you, Simon, I’d suggest you put that mouth to work.” Hercule grunted while canting his hips forward so his cock was in range of Levi’s mouth.

Levi looked up at Hercule with a smirk before leaning his head forward, straining his arms but he hardly cared in the moment if his arms were numb. Hercule held the base so Levi could wrap his lips around the soft head before letting go and allowing Levi to take control.

“This better be your best performance.” Hercule carded his hand through Levi’s wiry hair before taking a handful.

Levi breathed through his nose, tongue lapping at the slit then twirling around the tip. His own dick was pressing uncomfortably against the buttons of his fly, so temptingly close to Hercule’s boot but not close enough. While Levi went down the shaft, the head dragging along the roof of his mouth, he jerked his hips forward to press his cock against Hercule’s boot.

“Of course, you can’t even do one task without needing something in return. Go ahead, rut against my boot like a dog while you take my cock, Simon.” Hercule’s hand in his hair turned harsh, dragging him down until his nose pressed into Hercule’s curls.

The head hitting the back of his throat made Levi gag, but his eyes rolled back into his head when he brushed against Hercule’s boot, stringing pleasure zapping through his gut. Levi didn’t have time to adjust because Hercule took control of moving his mouth up and down his shaft with the locks in his hand. Levi only need focus on not gagging, and curling his tongue around the weeping head when the tip was between his lips.

The salty taste of precum warmed his stomach and spurred him to grind feverishly against Hercule’s boot, the blunt edge and rough canvas of his pants creating a sensation almost too much and not enough at the same time. His lungs burned with lack of oxygen, but only heightened the feeling of arousal coursing through his body.

He raised his watery eyes to look at Hercule’s bared teeth, pleasure evident in the crease of his brow and focus in his gaze. Levi swallowed around the cock, tracing a throbbing vein with his tongue, making Hercule gasp and tug Levi’s head into his thrust. Levi’s eyes widened with a choke, but Hercule grabbed both sides of his skull and began using all his brutish force to drive into Levi’s mouth.

Slobber cascaded down Levi’s chin into his facial hair while his arms were wretched as far as they would go. His crotch had a growing wet patch against Hercule’s boot, making the dity leather shine in the lantern light. Hercule’s grunting sounded akin to an animal’s, only making Levi’s spine shutter and his eyes flutter shut, tears dripping down to mix with his saliva.

“I’m going to spill my spent down your throat, and you will thank me for it before you get your due.” Hercule ended his order with a groan, thrusts increasing and making Levi’s head pulse with a growing headache.

He could feel the cock swell heavily on his tongue before searing hot liquid hit the back of his throat. Levi felt his throat constrict and work to swallow the load, nose crushed against Hercule’s warm skin filled with the scent of musk and sweat.

Hercule pulled away with a heavy sigh, saliva connecting his dick with Levi’s swollen lips. He angled his boot to press against Levi’s thigh, so close yet so far away from where he wanted it. “Well?”

Levi squinted, sniffling softly, ‘well’ what? He blinked away the tears in his eyes before sitting upright, the reminder of his raging erection present in the tent in his pants. Oh right.

After clearing his throat, Levi rasped, “Thank you…” Hercule arched an eyebrow. “Thank you for your seed.” Levi was sure his cheeks were crimson as Hercule smirked and suddenly pressed the sole of his boot flat against the raised tent.

“Good boy, now, go on. Chase that high you so desperately want.” Hercule pushed down on Levi’s groin, making him gasp before he was overcome with shameless need.

Levi panted heavily as he planted his feet on the ground and arched up to grind quickly against Hercule. The chair tipped back as Levi threw his head back, the building pleasure in his lower stomach reached a boiling point.

He gasped out a moan as he jerked up into the boot, his own cum soiling his pants. He dropped the chair back down to four legs and hung his head, trying to catch his breath. Hercule pulled his boot back and stuffed his dick back into his pants before pulling his suspenders back up.

“That should keep you settled for awhile, I’m sure.” Hercule mumbled, making Levi brokenly laugh.

“Still gonna kill me?”

“Hmm, no, I never was, but you are going to stay here while I go with my men. I’ll let you go when I return. Sounds familiar doesn’t it, Levi?” Hercule cocked his head, a playful grin coming to his plush lips.

Levi rolled his eyes, trying to wipe the saliva off his chin with his aching shoulder. “Sure, I’ll just patiently wait here.”

“Good. I’ll see you shortly.”

Both of them knew Levi would find a way out of his bonds, but by the time he did, Hercule and his men would have succeeded in their plan. In the meantime Levi needed to get feeling back into his body as his climax sucked all the energy out of him.

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