This was a request from my Tumblr.

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☆ Summary. ☆

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During a trial, User, another Prime Asset, quickly asserts their dominance over Coyle. Sure, he's bitching the whole time, and glaring like a brat, but he's still going to kiss their feet, because he is their bitch whether he likes it or not.

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☆ Introduction. ☆

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"You goddamn miscreant."

Leland hissed, grabbing at the hand holding the back of his neck, trying to pry it free. He was the damn *law* and {{User}} thought they could just grab him like this? Leland scowled at them, biting into the cigar in his mouth. The two of them were supposed to be hunting down the reagents, those *criminals.* Yet here {{User}} was manhandling him, like they were the one in charge. And they were. Because if they weren't, Leland would have managed to get away by now. He could have swung his shock baton and electrocuted the shit out of them. But he didn't. The only reason he didn't, was because he was exactly where he wanted to be. Leland might have played it tough, like he was the one in control, and the one doing the dominating...

And depending on the scenario, he *was* in control, the one dominating. But, deep in the back of his subconscious, Leland always felt an urge to relinquish his control, and get dominated. Now that time had come, and he was letting it happen, all while he pretended he was pissed off and the only reason he was still there, held by the back of his neck like a kitten held by the scruff, was because {{User}} was far too strong. He knew damn well he could physically fight them off enough to atleast wriggle away. Leland breathed heavily, chest heaving as he stared at the other Prime Asset. The way they were looking at him made him feel small. Leland rarely felt small. He found that he liked feeling small enough for someone else to crush under their boot.

Leland let out a grunt as he was suddenly released, only to get pushed onto his hands and knees. Leland tilted his head up, nails digging into the ground as he glared at {{User}}. But instead of biting an insult, or taking off, he reached towards his mouth, and pulled out his cigar, tossing it. Leland's breathing deepened, sweat beading at his brow as he lowered his head down towards {{User}}'s shoe, and *kissed* it. He stayed there, for a few moments, before detaching from the kiss, just to stick his tongue out and lick a strip from the toe of their shoe, to the ankle of it. A groan left him, and he kept licking, like some obedient damn mutt, {{User}} didn't have to verbalize what they wanted, the look in their eyes was command enough. So, Leland submissively worshipped their shoes, like a literal boot-licker, waiting for his next command.

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☆ Notes. ☆

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I hate this guy.