Claude Frollo Fic

Claude Frollo fic

18+warning! including : teasing, fingering, begging, and--of couse--sex.

"If it's sin, then let it be. I'll be mad if I stop!"Frollo was pacing in front of the bars that held Esmeralda. He seemed completely lost, and farly beyond loosing his mind. "The deepest sin will make the madest happiness." The shouting suddenly turned into a low whisper. "A priest and a witch can be together in the corner of hell, and I'll be the happiest--"

"BANG!" The door of the dungeon was kicked open, hard. A man walked in. He wasn't storming, but his face was cold. Frollo seemed to recognize the man because he stood frozen at the spot. His eyes were cold, too, but not with power but fear.

Keys clanged as the prison door swung, "You may leave now, mademoiselle. I apologize for everything you experienced. You're free to go. All charges dismissed." The girl's eyes sparkled with unbelieveble joy, then ran out quickly.

"Now, what shall I do with you?" The mysterious man turned around and faced Frollo. What's that burning in his eyes? Anger? or desire? or......both?

"Bishop." Frollo managed to say, voice trembling. "I--"

"Take your priest clothes off." Romulus--Yes, that's his name--rested his gaze between Frollo's neck and chest. The top button of Frollo's black robe wasn't doing it's job, so Romulus had to swallow to comfort himself. "I said TAKE IT OFF!" He raised his voice when seeing Frollo still hesitating.

He obeyed. The white chest revealed as Frollo started to unbutton. It looked even purer white compared to the black clothing. Romulus studied closely. Frollo wasn't the muscular kind since his passion was reading and learning. That also explained the color of his skin. Romulus sighed rather quietly while Frollo's hood was removed--His hair already turned grey, and didn't leave much to turn white, making almost everyone asuming he was around 55, but only a few people remember Frollo was only in his 30s. Romulus was one of them. He selected Frollo as archdeacon himself. There was no doubt that Frollo deserved the place, but most of all, Romulus wanted to keep him closer.

Similar to the young man, Romulus' parents decided to let him become a priest as a kid. He went to the same school as Frollo. They even became priest at the same age:19 years old. But there was a difference, that changed Frollo as it changed Romulus now. Unlike Frollo who had to hide his desire of women strictly, Romulus didn't have to. He was gay. And what made it simpler? He was only into one man--Claude Frollo.

Soon, the only piece of cloth left on Frollo was his brief, also white, so the red marks on his chest were clearly visible. It was plain that hi had slashed himself atleast four times, and it was still bloody. "So you're willing to do this for Miss Esmeralda, ay?" Romulus stepped forward and put out a finger, caressing the wounds.

Frollo hung his head, asuming this was part of the punishment. Until Romulus' lips pressed on his own. "Mmm...mmmm......hmm...mmm......" The two fingers that lifted his jaw moved to his nipples and started the rubbing and pinching. "Ah!" Romulus gave Frollo a beat to gasp, then sucked bits on his bottom lip. He licked the saliva which leaked out with moaning. Frollo couldn't help himself. With his whole life in the church, Romulus could let him collapse with the worst skill. Not to mention he was good.

Barely standing, Frollo's legs were quivering. The only reason he didn't topple was a strong hand on his back. He had no idea how to react to everything, especially his own reactions. He felt his warm liquid soak his brief. Blood flushed on his cheeks as his cock grew solid, dribbling more.

Apparently, Romulus noticed his changes, too. He brought his left hand to Frollo's hip and gave it a hard spank. Frollo yelped but sounded more like a whimper. "Why are your panties wet?" Romulus asked casually, pretending to be curious. "I...I......" Now, Frollo was very red. Romulus moved his fingers to the gap and rubbed outside the fabric. "Let me tell you why." He then began prying on the edge of Frollo's brief, little by little. "Don't help. I want to take it slow. Tell you what, I LOVE surprises." He went on murmuring, "I can't wait to know how enjoyed you are......"

Inside was a mess. Romulus sniggered at the sight. When he pulled the brief enough to see Frollo's cock, he knelt down and made Frollo lie between his knees. The right hand pulled away from his back, and turned to rest on the sensitive area beneath his cock. Frollo groaned as a finger went inside. His face whitened. But when the second finger was put in, he was whining, and trying not to look too comfortable, but his reaction gave in.

"Looks like you're enjoying, hmm?" Romulus grasped on the head. The other hand still letting two fingers in and out. Frollo's both hands were holding Romulus' shoulders, moaning. "Never had so much fun, so excited, ay? Me too."

Suddenly, Romulus stopped all moves and stood up. Frollo remain lying on the cold, hard floor. The fire that Romulus set in his body was blown out by no other than Romulus himself. "Why, why'd you stop?" he whimpered softly, confused and ashamed for feeling unsatisfied. He shivered as water on the stone floor damped his back. "Please......I...I want you, Bishop Chaleil." He fixed pleading eyes on Romulus, his cheeks flushing more than ever before.

"You want me......" Romulus knelt back down, and rest his palm on Frollo's left cheek, not surprised to find it hot. He just had this huge disire wanting to hear Frollo beg, but he hadn't expected this. Frollo trembled and closed his eyes at Romulus' touch, probably too shy to face what he just admitted. "For all these years, Claude......" Romulus felt Frollo's heart beating wildly, and smiled. Then, his collar tightened. Romulus quickly looked down, and saw Frollo opened his eyes, trying to unbutton Romulus' robe. When he saw Romulus watching, Frollo immediately lowered his arms, but got caught on the wrist. "Just rip it off next time." Romulus said, looking playful for the first time.

He straightened and ripped it off, exposing his body. Unlike the man under him, Romulus Chaleil was muscular, with his six-pack and all. Obviously, he didn't spend all his time on preying or on the court. He was also solid. After every piece of cloth away, Romulus lifted Frollo and rolled on his back, then slid in. Frollo's walls were already wet, so the cock fit in perfectly, but he still clenched his teeth when Romulus pressed him closer to go deeper. "If it hurts," Romulus whispered at his ear, "tell me."

"No, no...Don't, don't stop!" Frollo said, afraid Romulus would leave him hanging again. He responded with a kiss.

When they finally parted, Romulus said, cock in its place, "You've been torturing me every day, Claude. I...I can't believe we're doing this. Maybe it's my turn--" "To torture me." Frollo finished, "I will ruin you. I'm already ruined, so I don't care, but you...you don't, have to......" His voice traced away, sounding both guilty and worried.

"But I want to, Claude." Romulus cut in gently.

"I love it when you call me by my name." Frollo wriggled and whined. "I, I still don't know yours...yet. I just know you as Bishop Chaleil."

"Well, you know me more than that." Romulus chuckled then said, "It's Romulus. Romulus Chaleil, nice to meet you." Their bodies touched, close together, sharing breathe and heartbeat. Frollo hot, and Romulus warm.

"Romulus." Frollo repeated in a low voice. "I never thought I would fancy a man." he admitted, "I mean, Jesus......"

"Yeah, I know." Romulus hugged him tighter. "But I've loved you for more than 20 years. I know it's sin, but......let it be. I don't care. We'll go somewhere, far away, together." He waited for Frollo to answer.

Whether yes or no, Romulus thought, he will be mine.

This story is absolutely AMAZING!!!

Woke up at 5:30 am to squeeze in an hour of writing before my 9am work. Just Mondays though, since I can go to bed early on Sunday evening lol

WARNING 18+ writing!

"Hey, Hicks wants you in the office." Hondo said while grabbing things from his locker.

"Why?" Luca turned around and asked. The case? S.W.A.T. duty? or because he didn't have a swing with him last weekend? He missed Bobby--His spanky butt that needed a fit of hard rubbing, how he blushes everytime, and his wanting eyes. But mostly, Luca got Commander Hicks instead--The man who always tells everyone that he's fine. There was a shield that Robert wouldn't let down easily, and it was more than clothes.

Hondo shrugged as a reply, leaving Luca striding toward the office.

He stood at the door. Hesitated, then opened it. The man inside was hands-crossed, staring at the wall. He spun around when hearing Luca come in, opened his mouth, closed it and bit his lips. At last, Robert squeezed out his voice, "Luca."

Not Miqie. Luca's heart sank. It was business. "What's going on?" he asked.

"It's about the-- Ah!" Robert suddenly thrusted his words in frustration. He looked Luca right in the eye, like studying him. Luca stared back, not only with bewilderness but also concern. He stepped forward and spoke gently, "Is everything ok, ......Bobby?"

"Yes, ye--No." Robert's head shook. He rubbed on his forehead, and said quietly, "No, I'm...I...... Oh, this is stupid."

"Try me." said Luca, hands already on Robert's waist.

"I'm jealous." he splurted out, "That's it. You're always so......nice to everybody, and......" he stopped and hung his head.

Luca hugged him and gave him a kiss on the neck. "Auh, Bobby. You really are stupid. I AM nice to everyone, but you...YOU are different. I love you, and it's ok to tell me you're not ok. Being in your team doesn't mean you can't be......weak in front of me."

"Hmmm." Robert hugged him tighter. It was no idea to know if he really had Luca's words in mind, or he just let it pass because he'd heard it from a lot more people and refused to listen.

He decided to change the subject, "I...I wanna cum. I know we have work. Only a sec." Luca obeyed and turned around. The belt of his Bobby clanged as Luca zipped his own pants. He wasn't a fan of being launched, and Robert's size didn't help, either. But it felt REALLY good to be held in Bobby's hand. He WAS fantastic.

Soon, they were in position. Luca's walls were wet, making it easier to feel the cock right back. "Stay liquid, Miqie." he whispered. Then went in.

"Oh! Whoa...ooh......huh......hmmm...mmmm......" he was moaning, trying to adapt.

"That's it, baby. I like it. Hmm...oh......Miqie!"

When it came.

The desk formed a half-white stream and it dribled down the edge. Robert pulled out carefully, still gasping for air. He bent down and licked. Sipping soon turned into lapping.

Finally, he straightened, faced Luca with satisfied eyes and said, "Let's get back on duty."

Luca sighed, "Yes, sir."

"Oh, and," Robert called to his back, "I need some tissues."

I write for:

1. S.W.A.T. (Mostly Hicks x Luca)

2. Hudson and Rex

3. Harry Potter (Mostly Severus)

4. Sherlock Holmes x John Watson

5. Arsene Lupin x Maurice Leblanc / Reader

6. Ranger’s Apprentice

7. Notre-Dame de Paris (Claude Frollo)

Request for anything!

He was my Golden Leverage

Chapter 1

Sears of fresh wounds surged through my body. I knelt as I felt thine own sin weigh down.

I never dared to be a defeatist by nature but it so happened that it happened— golly, even now, I cannot talk sober.

The silent prayer lingered in my lips. It's bittersweet. I still feel like I haven't done enough. I need to feel enough.

Despite the sinking sun outside, a particular one hath entered my cold dark chambers.

I faltered as I hear a rather strong voice calling out to me.

“Your Honor...”

“Phoebus.” Weakly, I hath called him forth.. “Captain... I beseech thee to stay.”

And so he did.

Sun God. That's what they call him. "Phoebus.”

O' they loved how it sounded— How heroic his name sounds, how charming he is, how... how... How am I running out of words?

“Sire.” The Captain called as if I'm the most fragile thing that hath ever existed upon his very eyes. “Are you alright?”

The man emanated a warm presence. A comforting aura one can positively succumb to.

He was the flames I've previously felt before the magic and burning fire of Esmeralda coursed through my veins. He was that warmth by the fireplace I longed to stay within me.

It's that same feeling.

“Phoebus.” My voice spoke of his name as if he was a saint. “Cleanse my sins.”

And he definitely knew what I meant.

“Yes, sire.”

As the quiet night outside the palace went on, the chambers have been nothing but lungs exerting double, bodies burning hot and rotating desperately like a compass as we both seek for what works best, names uttered, tears streaming, and even throats closing.

It was torturous. Similar to what have happened recently, it was mad.

But this time I am guiltless.

“S-sire!”

“Captain! Captain please!!!”

“Hath thy wits disappeared?”

“I might have. P-please, I need thee!! Do it, please!”

That witch is the reason why I'm here. That woman is the reason of my pain. The reason why I've fallen short. It was all her!

“Ahhh!”

“Phoebus!!!”

A deep silence ensued after what looks like hours of chaos.

Eventually, I found peace.

As I silently prayed over for him, I prayed for myself too.

“I absolve you from our sins, through the holy mysteries of our redemption, may almighty God release you from all punishments in this life and in the life to come. Amen.”

WARNING!!! 18+ writing--Including : sex, licking, tough sex(?), and loads of others.

Scene : S.W.A.T. 6 x 6 end. @ Hicks' office

God damn! What is going on with me?! Robert plumped into his office chair, rubbing his thumb against his jaw. He'd been thinking about Luca ALL DAY--The cool rhythm and accent he uses when talking, how he just simply stuffs his hands in the pocket and leans a bit forward, his sparkling eyes. Damn! Luca's eyes...... His jaw stung.

The phone rang. He eyed the screen--The match-maker.

"Hi, Doc." Robert grumbled.

"Hello, COMMANDER. Ready for your date? Don't worry. She's going to LOVE you."

"I'm not worried." said Robert in his usual tough voice. Then hung up. He didn't mean to be rude, but he was tired, and this whole dating thing was sucker than ever. It was supposed to be a distraction! Robert thought, feeling sorry for the girl tonight. It's going to be another time to waste.

He tugged on his tie, trying to bring it to the right place, but the whole thing loosened and fell instead. Robert sighed and stood up. He looked into the damned mirror. The dull uniform, himself clutching that stupid tie, and his forever tight pants. Definitely not a "Luca" person.

Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the door. They were coming closer. Robert quickly pretend rummaging his tie enthusiastically. He didn't want anyone notice his uneasiness.

"Commander, can I come in?" Shit! It was Luca--His beloved Dominique Luca.

Robert's hands got stiff. He looked up and said, as casually as possible, "Yeah, come in."

"Look, you can come clean, Commander. You shouldn't be going through this without some support."

What the FUCK is he talking about??!! Robert's mind went completely blank. He stared at Luca, just managing to spill out, "Going through what?"

"Look, Tan and I heard you talking with your doctor this morning......"

WHAT? They actually thought......? Hell man! He quickly explained to Luca about the MATCH-MAKER, still trying to ignore that the fact, his love was right in front of him.

The next thing Robert knew, Luca was flinging his arms on him, and hugging him tighter around the neck. His face buried in Robert's shirt.

Robert's heart nearly stopped. His breath was filled with Luca's good smell--It sounded gross, but oh! OH! Almost at the same moment, he felt it--A HARD-ON?! He immediately wanted to pull away from Luca's grasp. His eyes darting toward the restroom.

But Luca wouldn't let go.

"What the hell...... Luca?" Robert spluttered.

"I feel it." Luca gasped, his fingers moving hard and steady along the curve of Robert's body--Right to his hip. "You. Reacted. To. Me."

"I...I......" Robert felt all the blood flush on his cheeks. He tried to keep calm, "I'm your commander. Office...no...here......" He panted for air.

However, Luca already started to undo his belt. Robert's pants tightened as if about to burst while stripped off. That made him flush even more. His brief outlined the massive cock. It was still leaking, clearly since the brief was white. Robert wanted to hide the wet spot, but it was spreading--FAST, and his legs were trembling. He hardly walked but stumbled backward, resting his butt on the desk. His pants remain scrolled at his knees.

Luca approached, gently. He unbuttoned Robert's shirt. Only one before sliding his arms on his shoulders. Leaning forward, he whispered at Robert's left ear, "Permission to cum, SIR."

That. Does. It.

Robert let out a quick breathe. He was completely solid. As Luca pricked his fingers into the last bit of shield, Robert pulled him closer and pressed his lips on Luca's. After thirty seconds or so, Robert said, teeth clenched, his eyes blaring on Luca's hoodie, and with deep huffs he did his best to cover, "Rip it off, NOW!"

He did, with a "Copy that.", and torn Robert's underwear and shirt as revenge. With the soaked piece of cloth dumped on the floor, Robert was at the very edge of the table, Luca riding astride. His jeans also lying with other clothing. So they both touched. Luca's above.

"Still wanna have your date, Commander?" he said. His face inches from Robert's.

"Oh, shut up, Luca." Robert muttered, "And you still call me commander?!"

"Don't call me Luca, Then. Call my name," he swallowed, "you want." The last two words almost like a whimper.

"Dominique?" Shook head. "Dom?" Another shook. Robert opened his mouth, but hesitated this time. Finally, he let out, "Miqie?" A small grin appeared on Luca's face.

"Auky. What are you gonna call me?" Robert asked.

"I think I'll just call you SIR." Before Robert could even open his mouth, Luca slid down and knelt on both knees. He opened Robert's legs wider, and plunged through.

"Wha--"Robert gaped as Luca held his cock in his mouth. The feeling of licks and swallows was impossible to let him stay still. Bits and pieces of moaning continued to splurt out. Throwing back his head, Robert's hands clasped on the edge of the table. His nuckles were white. "No...no......ooh......" Then it came. A splint second when he had absolutely no idea about nothing. Like being strucked by pure white lightning. The sound of Luca choking and coughing flashed him back into reality.

"Are you ok?" Robert knelt down, too. "Spit it out! Don't--"

Luca gestured for him to stop. After a while, he looked up and beamed at Robert. Then, all of a sudden, Luca pressed him on the ground. "God you taste good." he murmured, and kissed Robert on the forehead. At last, lay down beside him.

"You know this is wierd, right?" Robert said as he held Luca's hand tight.

"You mean lying naked on your dirty office floor with you?" He laughed a little and added, "Sir."

"Ah, Miqie. Don't call me that. Next time when somebody else......" he sighed, "How are you supposed to listen to my command on the field after you sucked me?"

"I will." said Luca promptly, kissing Robert on the cheek. "And the only reason I call you sir is that...... You always act so...so serious and...I don't no if it's ok to call you, well......Bobby?"

Robert blinked and broke into the "what kind of dumb question are you asking" smile, "You just made me cum, and now you're asking if you can call me Bobby? Of course!" Then he added, "Oh, but if you dare use it in front of other officers, I'll kick your ass myself."

"Copy that, Commander Robert BOBBY Hicks." Luca placed his hand on Robert's chest. Robert covered it with his own and guided it to his heart. The low thumping sound made both of them quiet for a few minutes.

Then Robert Broke the silence, "I don't think I can kick your ass. I love you too much."

"Me, too."

The sun turned orange and casted through the frosted glass, while Robert and Luca got up, ready to go home.