A/N - Okay, this happens to be N/Ghetsis, incest, intent to rape, abuse, yadda yadda, not for those who are vehemently opposed to Ghetsis not raping N. This is the reverse of that, in fact. Yes, quite. Read if you want, you've been warned. However, feel free to flame me anyway if you desire~ Regular reviews are appreciated as well, but I know those are hard to come by round these parts...
So anyway! On with this vile abomination!
Ghetsis sighed to himself as he made his way through Team Plasma's oversized castle, drained. It'd been a long day of making speeches to stupid people and making certain the Grunts he was in charge of didn't do anything egregiously evil. Right now, all he wanted to do was return to his luxurious quarters and pass out on the first suitable piece of furniture he encountered.
"Ghetsis."
The tall man froze mid-step, his blood momentarily running cold. He immediately straightened his posture. One cannot slouch in the presence of a king.
"Lord N," Ghetsis responded as coolly as he could muster. He stood stock still as the teen approached, a feeling of dread welling up in the pit of his stomach.
"Zinzolin and his Grunts have been captured, and are being held in Driftveil city," N spoke calmly, walking past his subordinate and parking himself in front of him. N's mood was unreadable, and that never boded well for the crimson-eyed Sage.
"…" Ghetsis remained silent, failing to make eye-contact with his king. He knew N had more to say.
"He was under you direct supervision for this mission, was he not?" Ghetsis froze up once more, his dread growing.
"…Y-yes, I suppose he was," the green-haired man affirmed, knowing from experience that it was the best plan of action. N frowned.
"So you accept responsibility for this failure and the further tarnishing of Team Plasma's name?" N asked. Ghetsis swallowed nervously.
"I…yes. I should have paid closer attention to Zinzolin's movements, and I deeply apologise for this mistake-"Ghetsis was abruptly cut off by a harsh slap to his face.
"Save it. You know how I feel about failures, Ghetsis," N spat venomously, grabbing a tuft of the taller man's hair and dragging him down so they were eye-level. Ghetsis knew what would come next, and would do anything to escape this fate.
"B-but Lord N! Such a mistake can be easily rectified—in fact, I could travel to Driftveil this very moment and talk my fellow Sage out of custod-ah!" Ghetsis cried out as he was struck once more, cut off by another slap. A short silence followed the abusive action, as N considered his next move.
"…Very well. But know this, Ghetsis," N started, pinning the Sage against the wall, "should you fail me again, you know I'll punish you properly." N whispered into his father's ear, licking his neck and firmly grasping his rear if only to make his lewd intentions clearer. Ghetsis immediately recoiled as best he could in such a position, inwardly disgusted.
"I…I understand, Lord N. You are most merciful," Ghetsis droned, looking anywhere but N's face. After what seemed like a torturous eternity, N stepped back and took off at a brisk pace without another word. Once he was out of earshot, Ghetsis released a long sigh of relief, eternally thankful for his skill in the art of persuasion.
Without them, he knew N would have been content to rape him then and there, with neither a shred of remorse or hesitation.