Steve Saga Short Stories ♡

'Good Boy~' Alt 1 {⭐} ~🏳

Authors note** Illusion/Guardian smut (Requested by Ohnowo on AO3). Alt 1 - I originally misread the comment and planned differently, but when I went back and saw the original plot I found myself liking both ideas, so this is the Requested alt. The misread alt will be very soon, as I worked on these simultaneously.

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Guardian rolled his eyes at his "boss" as he was "told off". He could never take the man seriously even when he got so utterly pissed that Guardian had to step away to avoid getting spit on his face. He just rolled his eyes and laughed at it internally. The last thing Illusion was was his boss; He was more like an associate who liked to call him a henchman when they were very much on even ground. "Henchmen" typically don't get head from their "bosses". Not to say whatever they were at the moment could be named. Maybe associated with benefits...?

He wasn't going to complain, he pretended not to care for Illusion and whatever they had going on. Even though he wasn't sexually attracted to steves he hadn't fallen for, even though he'd seen the demisexual flag hung on Illusion's wall, and even though they very often acted like a thing... he liked to see how long Illusion would dance around him. He couldn't complain. Illusion, however, couldn't seem to do anything but. If he got too heated over dumb crap Guardian would offer to "suck the pissy-ness out of him", but Illusion had huffing declined this time, favoring to keep yelling his ear off.

He took a seat, preparing as Illusion's scolding-turned-rant went on for a longer one. Not to say he didn't hang on every word, but it was tiring when it always came back to the same, unfixable shit. Every time, the same thing. For once, as he threw his pissy fit, he paused as he turned back to Guardian. He jeered a finger at him, but it fell with his face, as he looked beyond it at him.

Guardian crossed his legs, a foot flicking up and down board-ly at the ankle. An elbow rested on a knee to lean his head again, squeaking his cheek. His face looked tired. Oh so tired. Even behind cloak hood and thick, eye-hiding bangs, Illusion could tell he was waiting for his to be done. He said, his body deflating with the guilt of his constant degradation of the patient man.

"I'm... sorry"

Guardian tilted his head, confused as Illusion scowled at himself and rubbed his temples.

"What?"

"I said" Illusion huffed "I'm sorry!"

"For what?" Guardian stood up, crossing his arms "Why are you apologizing to your henchman"

Guardian, despite how untrue it was, very often pushed Illusion to reinforce the control over his subjects. Including himself. The Guardian's idea of so made Illusion uneasy. The way he described the control and power imbalance seemed borderline abusive. Guardian seemed to say such odd and concerning ideals for it but simply said "That's how it goes" when Illusion questioned it.

And now, he sensed another "lesson" of how to treat his henchman bubbling at Guardian's throat. He cleared his own before continuing with what he was going to say anyway. " I know... you don't like this..." He chose his words carefully "I know we don't meet eye to eye and you're gonna end up doing things... differently. But you are doing good. I know I give you a lotta crap, but... thank you. I shouldn't be yelling at you for helping... or trying to, anyway."

The Guardian blinked at him, unseen through bangs and cloak "Thank you? Really?

Illusion's lip tightened. He really didn't want to start this again.

"Don't thank me!" He hissed, before starting a rant of his own "Good? I've defied every single thing you've asked of me!"

"Guard-"