The Boss
(Free X Louis)
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        Free stumbled through the front door, bottle of beer in one hand, and a lit cigarette in the other. For what could easily have been the hundredth time in his life, the lion had become a walking disaster, only narrowly avoiding a faceplant when he tripped over the edge of a fancy rug. 


        “Ah, shit,” he cursed under his breath, realizing that even though he’d managed to catch himself, some of his drink had splashed out of the bottle and onto the expensive-looking fabric. He looked around, hoping that no one else had spotted him, only to freeze when he saw a pair of eyes flash in the darkness.


        “Where have you been, Free?” Dolph asked, flicking on the lights, immediately making Free feel self-conscious, even taking into account the extent to which the alcohol had weakened his inhibitions. For a moment, it seemed as though he was trying to hide the beer behind his back, but quickly realized how fruitless of an endeavor that would be.


        “S’ none of your business,” he finally responded, striking a defiant tone as he straightened up, walking over to the table. “I’m sick of you acting like everyone’s boss.” He sat down on the edge of the table and took another swig of his beer.


        “Someone needs to keep the rest of you idiots in line,” Dolph replied flatly, leaning against the wall, looking down his nose at Free’s out of control mane and rumpled suit. “Boss doesn’t have time to babysit you all on his own.”


        “I don’t need babysitting,” Free snarled, attempting to get his pompadour back in some sort of order while continuing to drain his bottle. “After a long day at work, I like to blow off some steam. You got a problem with that?”


        “The boss has a problem with it,” Dolph frowned, nose twitching at the scent of cigarette smoke. Tobacco laced with…something else that he couldn’t quite place. “That means I have a problem with it. I’ve tried to manage you on my own, but…” 


        “But what?” Free smirked, finally draining his bottle, dropping it to the ground where it shattered into dozens of pieces. Dolph’s disappointed expression turned to a glare, and his fur began to stand on end.


        “But you’ve crossed too many lines, you idiot. The boss wants to deal with you personally.” He stepped to the side, opening a clear path to the staircase that would lead to the boss’ office.


        “Oh, really? That twig of a deer thinks he’s gonna discipline me?” Free chuckled, stepping over the broken bottle and making his way to the stairs. He brought his cigarette up to his lips, breathing deeply and feeling the warmth of the smoke filling his lungs. “I’d like to see him try.”


        As the unruly lion pushed past Dolph on his way upstairs, he purposely blew smoke in the older lion’s face. When that failed to get a reaction, he simply shrugged, heading up to see the boss.


        It took him longer than usual to stumble up the long, winding staircase, his night on the town having taken a toll on his balance. Before long, though, he stood in the doorway of the deer’s office, a cloud of smoke billowing into the room ahead of him.


        “Sit.” Louis’ voice was sharp, and clear, while also very reserved, making it difficult for the lion to tell exactly how pissed off his boss had become. After taking a moment to think, Free strolled across the room, plopping down onto a chair and putting his feet up on the deer’s desk.


        “You wanted to see me, Boss?” Free smirked, not taking the deer’s authority seriously. Even sober, he tended to be the most cavalier in regard to fitting into his role in the power structure of the Shishigumi. While under the influence, he crossed the line into clear insubordination.


        “Get your feet off my desk, you drunken buffoon.” Louis replied, his tone still cautiously guarded. The cloud of smoke spilling across his desk made the deer’s sensitive nose twitch, and his eyes watered slightly, but his composure remained as impeccable as always.


        “Or what?” Free chuckled, leaning back in his chair, wiggling his toes in the boss’ face. “You’ll make me? Silly little herbivore, dressed in your tight little suits, acting all superior.”


        Without breaking from his stoic demeanor, Louis pulled out a gun, pointing it directly between the big cat’s eyes. Free looked back at him in shock, his reaction time slightly delayed in his intoxicated state. 


        “Alright, alright, take it easy, boss-man.” He quickly shifted position, planting his feet on the floor and sitting up straight. “Don’t get your panties in a bunch.”


        “Shut your mouth,” Louis replied, holding the gun to the lion’s head for a few more moments before returning it to his desk drawer. “We need to talk about your behavior. It is unbecoming of your station, and it reflects poorly on the entire organization.”


        “You’re just jealous that I have a life, while you just sit around headquarters all day,” Free jeered. “What does it matter if I go out and have a little fun at night?”


        “It makes us look unprofessional,” Louis replied, holding up his phone and showing the lion a video taken by one of their associates of Free getting into a drunken bar fight a few weeks back. “It makes me look like I don’t have control over my own men. It makes me look weak.”


        “You are weak,” Free replied, taking another drag of his cigarette. “The main reason you’re still in charge is because most of us are having fun watching the drama club student playacting as a crime boss.” He flicked his cigarette onto the deer’s desk. 


        “Shut your mouth,” Louis spat, his calm demeanor slowly giving way to anger. “I’m in charge because I killed your old boss. And besides yourself, everyone here respects me.”


        “Keep telling yourself that,” Free replied, leaning forward slightly. “It’s true, a few of the higher-ups seem to take you seriously. They think having an herbivore as our boss gives us credibility. But for the rest of us, you’re just a toy. A plaything.” He took another long drag from his cigarette, feeling the pleasant warmth of the smoke filling his lungs, seeming to permeate his entire body.


        “How dare y-,” Louis began to retort, only for Free to suddenly spring into action. The lion grabbed Louis’ tie, dragging him forward across the desk. Before the deer had time to react, Free pulled him into a kiss, locking their lips before exhaling a cloud of smoke directly into the deer’s mouth.


        “That’s it, breathe it in,” Free chuckled, temporarily releasing Louis as the deer began hacking and coughing. He took another drag of his cigarette.


        “What the hell is your problem, you filthy, lazy, disrespectful-,” Free pulled Louis in again, this time gripping the deer by the nose, blocking his nostrils before exhaling another cloud of smoke into the deer’s lungs, maintaining the kiss in order to force the deer to allow the smoke to penetrate deeper and deeper into his body. He held him there for several seconds, before releasing again.


        “I-I’m gonna…” Louis trailed off, panting and gasping for fresh air, trying to rid his body of the smoke.


        “You’re gonna breathe nice and deep for me,” Free smirked, shoving his cigarette into the boss’ lips, holding his mouth closed around in order to force the deer to take more of the smoke into his body.


        Louis tried to resist, but as more time passed, and he grew desperate for air, he took his first ever drag from a cigarette, disgusted by the feeling of the tendrils of smoke creeping throughout his body. Why did it feel so…warm, and welcoming?


        “Good deer,” Free chuckled, delighted to watch as two columns of smoke streamed out of his boss’ nostrils. After a minute or so, he released his grip, laughing as a seemingly endless cloud spewed from Louis’ mouth.


        “Feel good, little herbivore?” Free smirked, watching as the deer’s eyes went slightly out of focus, the cigarette still dangling from his lips. Between the smoke and the dazed look in his eyes, Free realized that the deer suddenly looked a lot more…appealing.


        “You are going to regret this,” Louis gasped, his words starting to run together slightly. He reached up to take the cigarette from his mouth, only for Free to reach out and grab his wrist, using his other hand to force the deer’s lips closed around it once more.


        “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.” Free smirked, forcing the deer to keep breathing in the smoke, depriving him of oxygen until Louis nearly passed out. “But I’ve gotta tell you, boss. I’ve really got a thing for girls who smoke.”


        “I’m not a girl, you moron,” Louis coughed, using the few seconds of air he had before Free clamped his mouth shut again with a chuckle. 


        “You look like one to me,” Free replied, using the hand that wasn’t holding Louis’ mouth closed to reach down and start shredding the deer’s clothes to ribbons. “You’ve got no real muscles to speak of, do you?”


        Still breathing in the smoke, Louis could do nothing but glare at the lion as the lack of air made him feel increasingly disoriented. By this point, he could tell based on the weird fuzzy feeling in his head that the cigarette he’d been forced to smoke had been laced with…something, but he had no idea what. 


        “You’re also not fighting back like a man should,” Free continued, feeling a stirring in his crotch as he exposed the deer’s bare chest, running a hand down until it reached Louis’ narrow waist. He gave the deer another moment to breathe.


        “I’m the boss,” Louis replied, breathing out the smoke, completely furious with Free’s behavior, yet also, shamefully, becoming increasingly aroused as the muscular lion stripped him of his clothing.


        “No, I’m the boss,” Free replied, throwing the deer over his shoulder. “You’re just the latest girl I’ve taken an interest in. Right, babe?” The lion finally took the cigarette back from the deer, placing it back between his own lips before carrying the deer down the hallway.


        “Y-you’re just lowly scum,” Louis replied, as the lion carried him closer to his bedroom, pulling down the deer’s trousers and letting them drop to the floor as they went.


        “You’re not the first girl to say that to me tonight, hun,” Free laughed, delighted to see that Louis had in fact been wearing panties beneath his suit. “But as the boss of the Shishigumi, I’ve been called a lot worse.” He kicked upon the door to Louis’ bedroom, and unceremoniously tossed the deer onto the bed, hanging back in the doorframe.


        “You’re not the boss,” Louis mumbled, his words starting to run together a bit as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, staring at the silhouette of the lion in the doorway, his face only illuminated by the glow of his cigarette.


        “Of course I am,” Free smirked, unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down just enough to let his cock spring free, fully erect at the sight of the nearly-naked deer. “What would you know about it, anyways? You’re just some slutty girl I picked up at the bar, right?”


        Louis’ face flushed, equal parts due to the humiliation of the way Free was talking about him, and the arousal he felt as his eyes were drawn to the feline’s massive cock. He could have denied Free’s words. He could have gotten up and gotten dressed. Hell, he could have pulled the gun out from under his pillow and shot the lion dead for insubordination.


        “I hate you,” he spat, though it was clear to himself and the lion that his heart wasn’t in it at all. The deer just sat there, splayed out on the bed, waiting to see what Free would do next. 


        “You’re not the first girl to say that to me tonight, either,” Free replied, unbuttoning his dress shirt and throwing it on the floor, allowing his pants to fall down around his ankles as he started walking towards the deer. 


        Finally free of his clothing, the lion stood at the edge of the bed, smirking as he watched Louis’ eyes running over his body, and chuckling at the sight of the deer’s pathetic dick straining against his panties.


        Without a word, he reach down with one hand, tearing a hole in the back of the deer’s underwear, exposing the herbivore’s tight little ass. Holding his cigarette between his teeth, he climbed onto the bed, straddling the deer’s body.


        “There are condoms and lube in that drawer,” Louis mumbled, still not fully able to believe what was happening. 


        “The tip of the shoelace is called an aglet,” Free replied, crouching down and inching his face closer to the deer’s rump. Louis raised an eyebrow, looking back at the lion in confusion.


        “Oh, I thought we were both telling each other things that don’t fucking matter,” the lion smirked, giving the deer’s ass a firm smack. He took a moment to think, starting to chuckle at an amusing thought.


        “What is it now?” Louis replied, heart pounding as he felt the lion’s shaft rub against his inner thigh.


        “I just had a thought. You know the phrase, “blowing smoke up your ass?” Before the deer had a chance to respond, Free took a deep drag of his cigarette, before pulling it from his lips, and pressing his mouth against the deer’s virgin hole.


        “O-ohhhh…” Louis moaned, not quite sure how to respond to the unusual sensation. He’d already grown accustomed to the way that it felt as the smoke filled his lungs, but this was…different. He felt the lion’s raspy tongue running around the edge of his hole before pushing its way inside, followed by an unusual sensation of pressure, as the lion exhaled the contents of his lungs.


        “What the hell…” Louis moaned, looking back over his shoulder at his own ass, which he could barely see through the cloud of smoke. Without any warning, Free’s smirking face emerged from the fog, pulling Louis into a kiss.


        Unlike the previous ones that served only to force the deer to inhale smoke, this one was real. Their lips met, and the lion wrapped his body around the deer’s, before forcing his tongue past the herbivore’s lips. So passionate was the kiss that Louis barely noticed when Free’s throbbing shaft gently pressed against his virgin opening.


        “Hey, Louis,” Free smirked, breaking the kiss for a moment. The deer just raised an eyebrow, having no idea what the lion was about to ask.


        “How do you like the taste of your own ass?”


        “Oh, fuck you,” Louis replied, wondering if that was the only reason the lion had kissed him. “You’re so fucking annoying, you-OH!” Free chose that moment to increase the pressure, forcing the tip of his shaft into the deer’s ass. Before Louis could say anything, the cigarette found its way back into his mouth. 


        “Just shut up and take it like a good girl,” Free grunted, pulling his tip free before shoving even more of his cock back in, feeling the deer’s body stretching to accommodate his girth. 


        “Fuck,” the lion grunted, forcing himself deeper and deeper, completely disregarding Louis’ total inexperience, thinking only of the sensation of the deer’s body squeezing his shaft, and of how much he’d secretly wanted to put the boss in his place ever since the deer had taken power.


        After a few rough thrusts, he’d managed to fit his entire cock into the deer, feeling as Louis moaned and squirmed beneath him. In pain? Pleasure? Both? Free didn’t particularly know or care. He gave the deer a moment to adjust to the sensation, then began to slowly pump his shaft in and out of the deer’s ass. 


        Free’d gotten laid a few times at the bar tonight already. He’d taken his time, and thoroughly enjoyed himself. This, however, was all about power. He wanted it to be quick, dirty, and demeaning.


        “Damn, babe,” he grunted in Louis’ ear. “You’ve got the tightest pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of ruining.” The deer tried to glare at him, but as soon as he started to reply, Free began to pick up the pace, causing Louis’ planned retort to get lost in a sea of moans. 


        “Ngh-fuck,” Free groaned, each thrust into the deer’s ass harder and faster than the last. “Hope you don't need to walk tomorrow.” As he felt Louis’ body tense up around his shaft, Free chuckled, realizing what was happening. He reached a hand around and firmly squeezed the deer’s cock, placing his thumb over the tip. He had no intention of allowing the deer to climax, he needed to wrap things up quickly.


        Free considered himself a skilled, experienced lover. His technique was flawless, and he’d brought many lovers to their knees. If he wanted, he could have kept the deer in a state of ecstasy all night. And perhaps another night he would. But not tonight.


Speed. That was the name of the game. Faster, and faster, and harder, and harder. He pounded away at Louis’ ass like a sledgehammer. The deer was not his lover tonight. He was a toy to be played with. A tool to be used. A hole he could fuck, that might as well have not had a person attached to it at all. 


It didn’t take long until he felt his shaft begin to twitch, just as desperate for release as Louis’. But only one of them would be finishing tonight. The boss. It was often considered bad form to cum before the person that you’re inside of managed to do so, but Free didn’t care.


As Louis laid there, cock twitching uselessly in his panties, still smoking his cigarette, looking back up at Free with a dazed look in his eyes, Free came. He let out a roar, not caring the slightest if the other members of the Shishigumi heard him. Hell, let them come see their new boss in action.


As he shot a hot, stick rope of cum in the deer’s ass, Free laughed openly, watching the look in Louis’ eyes as the deer realized that he’d be ending the night unsatisfied. 


        “Take my seed, girl,” the lion teased through his laughter, continuing to buck his hips as he drained his balls into the pent-up, frustrated deer. “It’s an honor to get your worthless hole filled by the leader of the Shishigumi.”


Louis was speechless, lying there as he felt the warmth spread through his ass, dripping out of his hole and down onto his balls. He could feel how close he was to climaxing himself, but with the vice grip that Free had on his cock, he knew it was useless. He just laid there as Free continued to use him, feeling his own ass hungrily milking the feline’s shaft. 


After a moment, Free’s balls were spent, and he unceremoniously pulled his shaft free from Louis’ abused hole, sitting up on the edge of the bed. Instead of taking Louis’ cigarette, he reached for his discarded clothing, pulled out another, and lit it.


“As the new leader of the Shishigumi, I think I’m going to lift the no-smoking rule implemented by my useless predecessor,” he smirked, looking disdainfully down at the deer. “I’m also officially welcoming you into our group, to serve as my personal assistant. How does that sound?” He casually reached over and slapped the deer’s ass.
        
As Louis looked back up at him, he felt a wave of conflicting emotions. Rage. Humiliation. Sadness. Happiness. Lust. His cock ached for release, but he knew it would be useless to even try and get himself off under the lion’s watchful eye. He just stared for a moment, breathing the smoke deep into his lungs before releasing it into the room, adding to the growing haze. 


He took a deep breath, shuddering slightly, before finally replying with a shrug,
        
        “Y-you’re the boss.”