A Bumpy Ride

Disclaimer: We don't own the rights to the Professor Layton series. Kind of a shame, huh? I mean, then this would be canon, and I'd have my hands full trying to make sure Gatita wasn't misusing pens in every scene.

Author's Note: This was co-written by me(SyberiaWinx, writer of the Disclaimer and Author's Note) and Gatita101. It was all just one fic, but it came out so long, that I suggested we separate it into chapters for uploading. Please remember to review!

Also, please be warned that this does contain some SPOILERS for Mask of Miracle, but only really the very last scene. We don't know much about Broneph, and it will be totally creepy if he turns out to be related to Descole or Bill Hawkes-evil, so this fic will be about how we envision the character. This is being written before Mask of Miracles even has a US release date.

And please check out the work of JACKSPICERCHASE on DeviantArt, as it was a real inspiration for this fic. There are spoilers there, though, so you might just want to do a search for Broneph, as there's not a lot of art containing him yet. Another big inspiration was a picture on Pixiv, but I can't post a link here, unfortunately.

Extra Author's Note: Though I hate to have to mention this on the last chapter, I'm going to do so for the sake of those out there who are not mindless sheep, like some people. It's come to my attention that a certain person has been spreading lies about me, sharing personal information of mine, inciting hate against me, and doing everything in her power to get me ostracized from this community. She uses the popularity she has within it to make everyone believe what she says and do her bidding, and she'd got all her followers thinking that I'm something terrible. The lies she has told are outrageous enough, but I've discovered she's had people fake-befriend me both here and on DA, then she went around citing person conversations I've had on both. I'm beyond disgusted that any member of the Layton fandom would do these things. So people, do not believe everything you hear. "Proof" is easy enough to fake or take out of context on the internet. If you've heard such things about me, I urge you to contact me for the truth, and not to harass me, as some have done.

Anyway, this is the last chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed the ride! Let me know what you thought of the story. Sequels were planned for this, but due to Gatita pulling a cruel stunt and kind of disappearing on me mid-project, I'm not sure those will be written. I'm always on the lookout for new co-authors. If you are interested, please contact me. Currently, I'd also like to get help with my Descole/Lando story.

They both stayed like that for a few moments, both surprised by the sudden jolt. Descole felt pleasantly warm all over. He could feel the fast beating of someone's heart, but he wasn't sure if it was his or…

Broneph was bigger than him, and Descole found that he was almost completely covered by the man. His head was on his shoulder again, and their chests were pressed together. Their erections were dangerously close to touching, and this thought made Descole let out a soft whimper.

When Broneph started to move away, Descole suddenly felt something almost like panic rise in his chest. "W-wait!" The other man immediately stopped, but Descole wasn't sure what to say. Why had he even said that?

Descole squirmed awkwardly, inadvertently causing his arousal to brush against Broneph's. "A-ah!" The pleasure that coursed through him was unlike any he had experienced so far. He wanted more, but he was afraid to move again. So he just lay there, gasping softly at the feeling of the other's hardness pressed against his own.

During all this, Broneph remained silent. He lifted himself off of Descole slightly, causing the man to let out a miserable whine. It made him feel bad, but he still said nothing as he slowly moved one of his hands down to their waists, where he started working at their slacks. Descole panted at the sensations this caused, but he did not protest. He was not sure what the other was planning, but he decided to trust him and the excitement running through his whole body.

When Broneph had all the cloth covering their erections out of the way, he slowly lowered himself so they met once more. Descole reacted immediately to the feeling of his rival's hard flesh meeting his own, his back arching as he thrust his hips upwards. Broneph pushed them back down, but before Descole could complain, the other man was on him, rubbing their arousals together slowly.

"Ah-ah!" Descole could not form words to describe the pleasure he was feeling. As good as being pressed against Broneph had felt just moments before, this was something else entirely. He panted harshly, unable to hold back unintelligible cries as their hips moved in unison, his own thrusts slow, as he was finding it harder and harder to move with all feeling in his body flooding to one part.

It didn't help that Broneph was making sounds of his own. Even amidst the noise he was making, Descole could hear the other man's breaths coming quicker, to the point where he himself was almost panting. The scientist longed to tease Broneph the way he had been teasing him the whole trip, but the words died on his tongue as a particularly-hard thrust caused him to throw his head back and moan.

Broneph stifled his own moans with dominant grunts. His grip on the younger man tightened, and he started rubbing against him faster. It had been a long time since he had engaged in such activities, and he could feel his self-control finally starting to slip away.

Descole had been further along for some time now, and the sounds Broneph was making only pushed him closer to the edge. He could see-feel-the other man's composure slowly breaking down, just as his own had. The way he was gritting his teeth in effort… Those fingers digging almost painfully into his back… It was nearly too much.

"Oh, Master! Yes!" Descole couldn't believe those were the first coherent words out of his mouth, but he was hardly in a position to care. The humiliation that washed over him somehow only made him hotter, though by now, that was hardly a surprise.

Broneph managed to grin. Even as his own control slipped away, he still took delight in watching the younger man fall apart beneath him. "Is my little pet enjoying himself?" The strain in his voice was clear, and his attempt to laugh was thwarted as Descole roughly thrust his hips up against his, causing a strangled cry to come out instead. A smirk crossed the scientist's face.

"Such a naughty dog… I think you're just begging to be put in your place." Pushing himself up, Broneph used his own hips to pin Descole's down. He grinned as the other man whined and writhed under him, working himself into a frenzy as he tried to move his lower half.

Doing his best to ignore his own aching need, Broneph slid his hands up Descole's shirt, earning him a series of gasps. But those were nothing compared to the high-pitched cries he got as he ran his thumbs over the sensitive peaks there.

"M-Master!" Descole squeaked, his back arching. He desperately tried to move his hips, but they still wouldn't budge.

Broneph smirked, squeezing gently and enjoying how much louder his cries became. "That's what I like to hear."

"Please!" Descole almost sobbed as the older man's hands slipped out from under his shirt. "I-I'll do whatever you want!"

"Whatever I want?" Broneph's sunglasses glinted dangerously.

"Y-yes!" Descole knew he shouldn't have said that, but at this point, he was desperate enough that he probably would do anything the other man wanted.

"Then, tell me…What does my pet want?"

"M-more." He hoped that answer would be enough, but he knew it wouldn't be. And that thought excited him.

Broneph smirked, feeling his own need spike in anticipation. "I think you can do better than that." He wrapped the other man's tie around his hand and tugged on it, earning him a sharp gasp. "Do you like it when I tug on your leash, pup?"

Descole panted harshly, unbelievably turned on by the prospect of embarrassing himself further. "Y-yes!" he hissed. How he wished he could move his hips. He needed more of that delicious friction.

"I bet you can't wait until I put a real one on you." Broneph leaned down, using the makeshift leash to pull the younger man's neck closer. He gently pressed his lips to the mark he had left there earlier. "You'll look so cute, following me around on your hands and knees." He saw Descole's face redden and chuckled. "But only in private, because you're mine and mine alone. Mine." To emphasize that last point, he roughly ground his hips against the other man once.

Descole let out a whine at the brief movement. "Y-yours." He struggled against his bonds. "Please…"

Broneph continued planting soft kisses along his neck, occasionally pausing to tease the flesh there with his teeth. "You want your master to play with you, pet? Ask nicely."

"Please!" he cried out immediately, more desperate this time. "Please play with me, Master!" The words came out unbidden, but pleasure still washed over him in waves. He wanted him. Badly. And the more he spoke-the more he embarrassed himself,-the hotter he got. "I'll be a good boy, and you can punish me if I'm not! You can chain me up and do whatever you want to me! Tease me until I beg like the naughty pet I am! Make me yours a million times over! Just please…" Descole had reached his limit.

And so had Broneph. Pulling the younger man against him roughly, he started grinding against him with more fervor than before. It didn't matter that Descole most likely hadn't meant a word of what he just said. Hearing it was more than enough. He wanted him. Now. And he would have him.

Descole barely had time to be relieved before the pleasure overwhelmed him. No longer held down, he wildly thrust his hips up to meet Broneph's, struggling to keep up with his rapid pace. He was quickly becoming lost in the sensations he was experiencing.

Broneph could see this, but he did not slow down. Instead, he moved faster. His own arousal demanded he finish this soon, and that was exactly what he intended to do. He found his hand trailing down Descole's back until he reached the ropes binding his arms. With one quick tug, they came undone.

Descole could barely register this, before he suddenly found his hands latching onto Broneph, clawing desperately at his back. With this newfound freedom, he thrust against the other man in earnest, bracing his legs against the seat.

"Oh, yes…" he moaned, as he felt himself finally nearing his release. "Master! Master! Master!" Descole found himself panting out over and over, unable to stop. His voice got higher in pitch, as Broneph drove him towards the brink.

"Louder." Broneph commanded, his own voice no more than a grunt. Descole obliged, digging his fingers into the older man's back.

The pleasure was intense, and Descole knew he couldn't endure it much longer. He had never done anything like this before, and his inexperience only made it that much more overwhelming. He was hot all over, and he felt like he was going to explode. It was quickly becoming too much, and he no longer had control of his body as it ground up against the other man.

Broneph could tell he was close, so he sped up his thrusts even more. The throbbing in his groin grew rapidly, making him go faster than he would have thought possible. He reached the edge quicker than he expected. Underneath him, Descole threw his head back in a wordless scream, his body stiffening as he came in a brilliant explosion of pleasure. Broneph followed immediately afterward, crushing the younger man against him as he rode out his orgasm.

The two lay there, the car quiet apart from the sound of their breathing-Broneph's heavy and deep, Descole's quiet and shaky. Broneph absentmindedly pulled out the white cloth from his breast pocket and used it to clean up the mess between them before fixing their pants. He then crumpled it up and shoved it into a different pocket, where it would be less noticeable.

Slowly getting up, he pulled Descole with him, so that they were sitting side-by-side. The scientist made no move to resist, having no energy or willpower left to even want to fight back. Broneph had to hold onto him just to prevent him from falling back onto the seat.

Descole tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened, only to let out a yawn. While Broneph was concerned how the younger man would react to what they had done once he regained his bearings, it seemed he would have to wait a while before finding out. He pulled Descole sideways onto his lap, almost immediately feeling the man go limp against him, head resting on his chest. His energy had clearly run out, and as his breathing became soft and steady, Broneph realized he had fallen asleep.

Regardless of any regrets either of them might later have about their actions, there was one thing about the trip both Broneph and Descole could agree on:

It had been one hell of a ride.