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the-cauldron-witch · 14 hours ago

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"Who do you think you are?"

"Someone who helps you pay your bills?"

Let's try with Leo? XD

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I hope you know I spent so long on this! I really hope it makes your day

Being a talent agent in Hidden City was not a career for the faint of heart, that was a fact made very clear when you were fresh out of college and getting your first internship. The company hiring you was unfortunately too good to be true; promises of plenty of clients and a good starting pay with a steady raise increase luring you in like bait at the end of a fishing hook. You realized finding clients was like shooting fish in a barrel. Turn any corner and there was someone with their headshot and an audition for a part, a producer in search of a very specific actor, someone with a contract and a shark tooth grin, or an influencer shouting that they’re the next big thing. Whether you wanted it or not, you had plenty of clients, but getting those clients the work they wanted or needed was a challenge. A challenge that you were very ill paid for and heard every excuse in the book for why it couldn’t be rectified.

The months of hard work and little pay had a bitter end, as you should have predicted. Honestly, you woke up one morning to the agency already liquidated and anyone in charge quickly scattered like cockroaches with whatever money they could scamper away with. Fan-fucking-tastic, and on top of it all it was the middle of the week too, you weren’t even going to get a full paycheck. While eating the stale croissant you had left in the fridge yesterday, you had stolen it from a craft service table after you skipped yet another meal, you got a phone call from a private number. Perhaps it was a previous client wanting to hire you as a manager? Yeah, that would be a miracle.

Well apparently, miracles were real. Because when you answered the private caller, you were pleasantly greeted by a secretary for another well-known and established talent agency in Hidden City. One of your previous clients, a crow Tengu whose acting career you managed to get up off the ground single-handedly, boasted and bragged to their new agent about the contract you helped negotiate with a notoriously difficult soap opera network studio. The client had made you out to be some sort of warrior who battled valiantly to achieve a contract to the Tengu’s perfect specification, in reality you felt like you were walking a tight rope over a pit of hungry tigers while wearing bacon scented perfume.

Impressed with your work, the new agency wanted to snatch you up as an agent immediately and offered you a position with a salary that embarrassed your previous pay rate and benefits to match. If it were possible, you would have reached through the phone receiver and signed the contract with your own blood, but you settled for a meeting at a restaurant you had never heard of in the best outfit within your wardrobe. One reservation at a restaurant with appetizers and entrees that added up to the same amount as your electric bill later and your future boss and CEO were already discussing your future office.

“You are going to absolutely love your new office, it’s got a perfect view of central park – you can even see the fountain in the garden, absolutely beautiful during the lunch time show” Your boss, an older gopher yokai with gray peppering the top of his head and a chipped left front tooth, was painting a picture of the view from your window using his fork to mimic the motions of a fountain spraying water in arcs. The contract hadn’t even been signed yet, and it was already being talked about like you were going to start working tomorrow.

“It sounds absolutely lovely, I can’t wait to move in” You chuckle half-heartedly, cutting another bite of your chicken parmesan and eating slowly, savoring every single bite of the perfectly battered chicken cutlet soaked in the most savory sauce and perfectly cooked noodles.

“There is just one thing,” The CEO spoke up, bringing the conversation to a full halt. Fork pausing just before you could take the bite, you glanced up at the massive moose yokai questioningly. “There is a reason we wanted you in particular for this position. You remember your old client, that tengu Zen, right? Well, we were so impressed with how you dealt with his…specifications, we wanted to try you out for one specific client first”

“So…I’m a private agent, then?” It was more of a statement than a question.

“No, no, you are welcome to have other clients if you would like. This particular one…we want to be sure everything works out before giving you more work,” Your boss kept running his long-black nails through his gray-peppered brown fur on the back of his neck, trying to keep his nerves from showing in his expression.

“We’re incredibly confident in your skills, honest. That’s the whole reason we want to hire you. This one particular client is just…” The CEO gave a defeated and gruff sigh, pinching the bridge of his long snout. “He’s…Lou Jitsu’s son. He goes by his father’s maiden name, Hamato Leonardo”

The fork clattering onto ceramic was loud enough to silence the conversation in the tables around the three of you for only a beat, then the usual humdrum of background chatter continued as usual. There was no way you had just heard all of this information correctly.

“Lou Jitsu, the world-famous Japanese action icon and actor, who disappeared clean off the face of the earth and came back to the spotlight nearly a decade and a half later with an entire family, that Lou Jitsu?” The disbelief in your voice made the two older men in front of you chuckle awkwardly, not arrogantly like kind-of-sort-of expected. “And what if it doesn’t work out?”

“Oh, you’ll still have a job! There – heh- there isn’t any worry about that…we could get in serious trouble for that,” The moose-bulls eyes bulged a little and his hands went up, if his antlers could stand at attention too, they would have, “We just need someone to be his agent A.S.A. NOW or he’s going to find another company all together”

“He’s gone through every single agent we already have in the agency and eight of them quit afterwards!” Your future boss sighed and rubbed his temples slowly. “As amazing of an actor he really is, it comes with a price. He’s a bit of a handful; besides the fact he’s a fully trained ninja and master in martial arts, Leo is also well – a bit of a diva”

“It’s entirely alright if you don’t want –”

“I’ll do it” There was unwavering confidence in both your voice and smile, “Where do I sign?”

“I can’t fucking do this…” You stuttered out a sigh and slammed the phone’s receiver back onto its dock, followed by a thud as your forehead dropped onto the mahogany desk. Three years later and just as promised you were sitting in your large office with a beautiful view of the garden and foutain outside the massive windows, surrounded wall to wall by the memorabilia of the careers you and Leonardo had built together. It was a tradition between you and Leo to take a selfie together at the sight of each role he had; be it major, minor, or even just a background character. Framed pictures of each major or main character role you got for Leo decorated the walls with other memoribilia or autographs alongside other props and pieces of costume. Photographs of minor and background roles, or with another cast members sat in three different fairly thick albums on your coffee table in front of the loveseat.

There was even a pair of Lou Jitsu’s signature sunglasses sitting on a mannequin head within a plexiglass box, a white signature scrawled along the side. They were a gift from Leonardo himself after filming the movie ‘Lou Jitsu: The Next Legacy’, he even got his father to sign the side with a wide paint marker along with his own. When the movie came out, it was without any warning or trailer telling people ‘Coming soon’, nothing until the movie was in theaters. It was Leo’s idea and admittedly even you doubted it, but it only took a few days before word began to spread like fire in a dry meadow. Theaters were selling out at every scheduled time with lines reaching out the door, Leonardo Hamato captured the hearts of millions overnight. Somehow, one of those hearts wound up being your own – not that you would ever admit that to anybody, you barely admitted it to yourself.

To anyone looking from the outside in, the career the two of you built seemed to go on without a single hitch or snag. That charismatic personality, smug good looks, and irresisitble smile, had directors and producers pounding at your office door or ringing your phone every minute. Granted, getting Leonardo a role or any work was easy, the real problem was keeping the blue-banded red-eared slider’s ego in line. Like any normal turtle, Leo took to basking in the limelight everywhere he went at any given time, going so far as stepping on other actors’ toes by stealing away their fans, crowds, even their paparazzi. As his fame grew, more incidents like these started popping up. At first it only took a few apologies either through email or over the phone for things to be sorted out, short and sweet. Those were the easy instances.

That was not the kind of phone call you had just hung up on. The call you had just hung up on was more you groveling over cobblestone for Leo’s previous acting co-workers and the Hidden City Comic-Con panelists to not black-ball both of you from any future events. Word had somehow gotten back to Leo at some point a few weeks ago that the actors from a Sci-fi series he had played a major role in were holding a Q and A panel without him. Offended at not getting an invitation and certainly not because his jealousy took over, Leo decided to show up at the panel unannounced and crashed the questionnaire halfway through.

The problem wasn’t just that Leo crashed the questionnaire panel, it was the fact he crashed the questionnaire panel for the cast of the original series. Leonardo had starred in the next generation. A line-up of some of the most respected well-known senior actors, both retired and still acting, were quite stunned when Leonardo waltzed onto the stage like a strutting peacock under the spotlight. By the grace of some entertainment God or Goddess who you could only assume was also under Leo’s charming spell, the fans and interviewer’s thought it was all some sort of meta joke. Laughter erupted from the fans and journalists for magazines, clapping and applauding the sense of humor. No one else was so gracious though, the original star of the show felt humiliated being overshadowed by the younger and more energetic current star and the panelists had to play along with the notion this was planned, or they would look like fools. How you managed to soothe the actors and panelists over the phone without a lawyer was impressive even to yourself.

There wasn’t even a knock, the door to your office just swung open on its hinge without warning and Leonardo waltzed in without a care in the world. Brand new tan leather boots indented their heels into the carpet with every step he took towards you, jeans torn in various places on the knees showing off small peaks of emerald skin, and a deep V neck t-shirt hugging his torso but leaving his shell and peak of his plastron exposed. Had it not been for that horribly stressful four-hour phone call, the outfit would have made you do a double take. Currently, the only thought you had was strangling him less than consensually.

“Hola, mi querida! How did the phone call go?” Leo casually asked you, pulling out his favorite plush chair and tossing his legs over the cushioned arm rests. “I’m sure you cleared everything up with them, it was all a simple misunderstanding, right? You are good at what you do, so I’m sure it’s squared away”

You audibly scoffed at the flippancy he had the audacity to speak with, after spending four hours begging and pleading for both of your names not to be catapulted into the mud with promises of keeping him reigned in, Leo had the nerve to just swagger in like he hadn’t just almost ruined both of your careers.

“Who do you think you are?” You demanded, desperately attempting to steady yourself. Craning his neck to look over his shoulder to you, the smugness of his smile was like a lit match too close to the shortening fuse that was your temper.

“Someone who helps you pay your bills?” Leo snarked, metaphorically dropping the match on the fuse. Knuckles whitening and jaw clenching tight a torrent of emotions washed over you as the dam broke.

“I quit.” You snarled as tears of pure frustration began welling.

“What?” Leo almost laughed, “Are you being serious right now?”

“Yes, I am!” It startled both of you how loud your voice rang in the spacious office, with your voice you rose from your chair, “After all the hard work I’ve done to make sure you got every single role you either wanted or fit perfectly into, made sure that every stupid need you had was met in every fucking dressing room – like your precious sparkling water with fresh cucumber slices and bowl of Tropical Skittles, I even found a director to help you make a movie continuing your father’s story, and you have the nerve to crash a questionnaire panel with Emmy Nominated actors and pretend it’s not a big deal because I can get you out of trouble?!”

Silence hung heavy in the air. Leo sat dumbstruck staring at you, that look on his face when his mind is running at Mach speed for what to say or how to react to something. Tears spilled from your eyes, running down your cheek and dripping onto the scattered paperwork littering your desk. In a second, he was off the chair and crossing your office to the front of the desk, a look in his eyes you didn’t recognize even after three years of work together.

“Y-you can’t be serious, estrella! We’re a team, it’s always been you and me against the world…I need you!” Leo nervously spoke, reaching out a hand to gently swipe away a tear sliding down your cheek. Turning away from the soft touch, something you’ve dreamt of and longed for in the recent past, was a difficult action to do. His hand remained in the air where it had touched your cheek, the tear drying on his palm.

“You have a funny way of showing it,” More hot, frustrated tears began spilling. Why did this feel like more of a break-up than quitting a job? The last time you felt this type of hurt was when that one college ex cheated on you with your best friend and roommate. “It’ll take some serious convincing for me to believe you need me that badly after that bullshit!”

There was a brief pause as you glared daggers into Leo’s very soul, the volcano of emotions having erupted in the form of hot tears that obscured your vision and stained your cheek. Guilt sat like a stone in Leo’s chest and stomach, thoughts sprinting around his head with a thousand and one scenarios of various responses but all he did was stand there as still as an ending to the drama series he starred in. Through all the frustration and work, even during the worst of himself when Leo pushed himself to the absolute limit while filming his father’s legacy movie, it was always you who either took care or made sure he was taken care of. Gravity felt heavier watching you so upset because of him, silently admonishing himself for being so selfish and acting like a fourteen-year-old at prom.

Seconds before you were going to shout and demand he say or do something, anything in response, Leo rounded the side of the desk in a blink of the eye to stand directly in front of you. A million words stormed Leo’s mind like a hurricane and any attempt to verbally convince you of your true worth simply left him the second he opened his mouth. One hand wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling your body flush against his hard smooth plastron while the other cradled the back of your head. It felt like the moment was happening in slow motion, but in reality, it was as quick as a flash.

He kissed you long, hard, and dramatically. Like the scene was set in the rain under a single halo of light cast by a streetlight or two star crossed lovers finding one under a full moon on the beach. The warmth and firmness of his hands weren’t forcing you to stay, instead inviting and begging you to. Wrapping your hand around the thick cords of muscle on the back of Leo’s neck and the other running over the smooth skin with the occasional bump of scales underneath your fingertips you kissed back with equal fevered need.

Kissing until both of your lungs burned and breaking apart for air, you both were gasping inches apart as a single strand of saliva bridged your swollen bottom lip to his. It was silent save for the frantic in-sync gentle panting now.

“How’s that for convincing?” Leo murmured, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“I think you can be more convincing,” You spoke the words without even thinking, lips aching from the assault as the haze of want and desire clouded your mind. His lips were on yours again and this time you closed your eyes, opening your mouth slowly allowing your tongue to mingle with his. The hand on your lower back traveled down, dipping with your lower back and sliding down the curve of your ass. Squeaking in surprise at the firm squeeze to your left cheek, the corner of Leo’s lips turned up as if he couldn’t help but chuckle at the cute reactions he was receiving from you.

Kissing hungrily with tongues entangling together in a dance that felt more like a battle of affectionate wills, Leo's hand untangled from your hair and traveled down to grip the other side of your rear. Effortlessly Leo lifted you off of your feet with firm hands gripping your ass, leaving you unable to stop giggling into his mouth as you were sat on your own desk heavily. Hands roaming over eachothers clothes and leaving wrinkles were you both gripped and tugged gently at each other. A small voice in the back of your head attempted to scold you for letting Leo get away with such a cliche and degrading way of apologizing, but it was quickly drowned out by the years of knowing one another through the best and worst of times and all those moments where you fell for one another in silence.

"Please, mi querida, I am begging you not to leave me. I need you desperately, no one has ever known my soul or heart the same as you-"

"I… y-you're making it seem like I'm breaking up with you, not quitting a job" You laughed a little unsteadily at the statement, but it was a statement you needed to get off of your chest.

"Maybe…Maybe I feel like you are," Leo admitted in the quietest voice you have ever heard from him. His eyes couldn't bring themselves up to meet yours after admitting that, instead watching his own hands roam and caress your body in ways only done with one night stands or under the scrutiny of camera's and directors. Pulling him closer you kissed him again, slower and more gentle this time as your lips ached for a different reason now.

Neither of you needed to speak anymore after that admittance. Fingers began undoing buttons and shirts, pants, and underwear were quickly scattered within your office. It didn't even matter that your bra and underwear were the farthest thing from matching, Leo still stared at you as though you were a flower blooming right in front of his eyes as you slid them off and let them drop onto the floor.

Trailing searing hot kisses from your lips to your cheeks, jaw, then down your neck and collar bone sent goose bumps trailing your spine and arms. It was electrifying, sending your heart racing and warmth throughout your body. His mouth trail down further down to your breast, lips wrapping themselves gently around pink buds as his tongue lapped and hardened them. Biting your lower lip and digging your nails into the hard keratin of his shell, you tried to keep the gasps and whines from getting too loudly.

"I won't quit," You finally spoke huffily once you gathered yourself enough through the fog of arousal, "But- hmph! You're g-going to apolgoize yourself to the actors and convention employees. It's in your best interest f-for your reputation as an actor in the future,"

"Yes ma'am," It was a cheeky response, as you should have expected, but one laced with truth. There was no stopping the smug smile and slight sense of pride though at having Leo addressing you as ma'am, even if it was only half serious.

One of the hands that massaged your thigh began to inch inward slowly, fingertips ghosting the soft skin on your innermost thigh as they moved like a whisper. His mouth didn't stop suckling and lavishing your breasts, nipples sensitive and pebbled hard as Leo's lips and mouth alternated between the two. A thick fingertip met your slick entrance and slowly circled the edges around it, drawing moans and whines out of you that you desperately tried to keep quiet. He didn't push his finger further or press into you, simply circled the edges lazily to drive you absolutely insane. This went on until you were dizzy with need and arousal, small whimpers and pleas for Leo to continue spilling from your kiss swollen lips.

"Leo…" His name left your lips once and that was his undoing.

In one swift motion Leo tugged you to the edge of the desk and spread your legs open a little wider, forcing you to lean backwards on your elbows and gasp in surprise. Brilliant blue eyes roved your body like a man starved and you were his first meal in days, it felt almost surreal this was happening as Leo crouched down on his knees to position his head between your thighs. His eyes connected with yours, a silent request reflecting in them but not leaving his lips, you responded by invitingly spreading your thighs just a little wider.

Leo's tongue drank from your slick folds as though he had just climbed the sand dunes in the Sahara, groaning and savouring your taste. Clasping a hand over your mouth to stop a moan from escaping and echoing off the walls, god forbid anyone heard evidence of the absolute bliss you were experiencing- especially someone higher in the ranks like your boss. He gripped your hips and pulled you closer to the edge, proping your legs over his shell and making sure you were comfortable.

Clasping your mouth shut so that you didn't praise his name any louder than the muffled cries already coming from you, Leo swirled his tongue around your clit tenderly before pressing into you. It took little time for his tongue to unravel you, massaging and stroking your contorting walls as your orgasm began to build until your legs trembled.

"Oh God, Leo-" You whined a little too loudly, forcing Leo's hand to reach up and cover your mouth. The vibration from Leo's chuckling made you shudder in pleasure, the tidal wave readying to crash on shore. His tongue flicked your clit again and you were sent over the edge, thighs squeezing and shaking as Leo drank your juices.

Panting and weak now, you laid on your desk completely nude. The cold desk surface was a stark contrast to the hot sweat rolling down your bare back, but it was welcomed as you laid there hot and bothered. A triumphant smiling Leo took the back of his hand and wiped the remainder of you from his mouth and chin. Watching through your eyelashes as Leo stood up again the realization of what you had just done slowly started to creep up on you, crawling up your spine in the form of guilt and panic, only for it to be blown away like smoke as Leo kissed you once again. Tastes of you transfered from his mouth into yours, salty and sweet in a way you didn't expect.

"I hope that makes up for my mistake," Leo asked with a smirk, though he was genuinely looking for forgiveness.

"Well, that makes up for the Comic Con panel you crashed" You jested, smirking at him as Leo flinched back in surprise that was was quickly replaced with a grin as you began giggling.

"Then allow me to continue apologizing, estrella"

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