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If At First You Don't Succeed... 2/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-01 04:39 am (UTC)(link)“Welcome to the Old Hroldan Inn!” the innkeeper, a Nord woman, called as they entered. “I am Eydis. Come on in and dry yourselves off by the fire. You two look chilled to the bone.”
Thael nodded a greeting and went straight to the hearth. Cicero took off his dripping cloak and laid it across an empty table.
“Brrrr!” He shook himself all over. “Madame Innkeeper, believe me, this fine establishment was certainly a sight for sore eyes! Cicero was not sure if he was going to freeze or drown out there. You Nords! How can you stand it?”
She smiled. Her face was crinkly and kind. Cicero liked that sort of face. People with those faces always believed whatever you told them. “It is in our blood,” she said proudly. “What brings you to Old Hroldan? We get very few visitors...and even fewer foreigners, like you two.” Thael was climbing out from under all of his furs, and now that she could see that he was a Bosmer, the innkeeper was eying him rather suspiciously.
“Oh, Cicero is just a lowly jester, traveling with his master to Solitude,” he lied. “My master is a flutist. Learned the art on his mother’s knee in Valenwood. Oh, dear innkeeper, he could charm the birds from the trees with that instrument of his, believe me! I met him when – oh, the Divines have blessed Cicero with such good fortune! A monstrous bear was about to have Cicero for dinner. Master was out hunting, and happened upon poor Cicero. He took out his flute, played the sweetest song I had ever heard, and believe it or not, that bear was asleep before you could say ‘Cicero fricassee.’ Heh-heh. So you see, I owe him my life and I have been devoted to him ever since. We are on our way to the Bards’ College.”
“Oh, of course you are!” Cicero’s tall story seemed to allay any fears she might have had about the elf, and she gave him a smile. “How wonderful to have a pair of bards at our lonely inn! He must play for us later.”
Thael’s eyes went wide and he gave Cicero a panicked, pleading look.
“Oh, it’s a tragedy,” Cicero sighed. “His flute was broken! Snapped in two by wicked Forsworn marauders!”
“Yes. Yes! Broken,” Thael said, relieved. “I’ll need to have a new one made. I’ll only play Valenwood-made bone flutes. The craftsmanship just can’t be reproduced.”
“I am truly sorry to hear that. What savages!”
“But never fear! Dear Cicero will dance for you! Yes! Cicero dances and tells jokes and does all KINDS of splendid tricks! Watch!” With a flourish of his hands, Cicero made a flurry of silk scarves appear, seemingly out of nowhere, and began to juggle them. A few bits of colored cloth flying about, he had learned long ago, would distract most simple folk from the bloodstains on one’s clothes.
“Oh, how delightful!” Eydis laughed and cheered Cicero on until he fumbled and dropped one of the scarves. He collected them, stuffed them back into his pockets, and bowed deeply. She applauded and smiled, then said with a wink: “But I hope you have coin, too.”
If At First You Don't Succeed... 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-01 04:41 am (UTC)(link)“Right away, sir.”
When Eydis disappeared into the kitchens to fetch them some food, Cicero prowled over to Thael, who had disentangled himself from his furs and now luxuriated in the heat of the fire. “Master?” Thael laughed. “I hope you know I consider you my equal.”
Cicero just smiled. “You looked like you were suffering out there, Listener. You must be nearly frozen.” Smoothly and without hesitation, as if he’d done it a thousand times before, he put his hands on Thael’s shoulders and began to massage them gently. He leaned in close to Thael’s ear and said softly: “Next time, Cicero will keep you warm.”
He watched the Bosmer’s reaction carefully. He expected that the Listener would either stiffen and shrug Cicero’s hands off his shoulders, in which case he would need to change his tactics, or lean back against Cicero’s warm body, perhaps murmur some encouraging response...
Cicero did not expect him to smile and say brightly, “That’s very kind of you, Cicero! You’re always such a tremendous help.”
Well. THAT didn’t work. But if at first you don’t succeed...
“Humble Cicero is happy to serve the Listener.” Never taking his hand off the Listener’s shoulder, he stepped over the bench and sat down next to him. “You know, Listener, tonight, Cicero is hungry for something more than venison...”
“Me too! I hope they have some rabbit on hand. Maybe some ham...”
The Keeper rolled his eyes. “Yyyyes...but Cicero was thinking of what comes after dinner.”
“I’m right with you, Cicero. Some nice aged cheese, perhaps...too bad they probably don’t have any jagga. I’m telling you, if these Nords learned to ferment cows’ milk, places like this would get a lot more Bosmer customers.”
Cicero sighed in exasperation, not bothering to remind him that the Nords didn’t particularly want more Bosmer customers. “You couldn’t have just one itty bitty glass of wine, Listener? You know, wine tickles the senses and...mmm...frees the mind and body.” He gave Thael’s shoulder a squeeze.
“Oh, no, I just couldn’t betray Y’ffre like that! No, I’ll just have some warm milk before I retire, I think.”
Oh, yes, warm milk. Of course. The most romantic beverage of all. A surefire recipe for a night of debauchery.
Cicero was racking his brain trying to think of a way to get through to Thael when the innkeeper’s son appeared with two generous platters of food: venison and goat and vegetable stew and – Cicero’s heart leapt when he saw it – an enormous sweet roll, its snowy peak topped with thick, crimson snowberry compote. The wind outside rattled the windowpanes, and Cicero suddenly realized just how cold and hungry he was. The seduction of the Listener could wait...for now.
---
For the rest of that dull, wintry week, Cicero’s overtures repeatedly collapsed upon Thael’s tone-deaf ears. Cicero would think it was funny, if it weren’t so damned frustrating. Every time the elf parried one of Cicero’s advances, Cicero wanted him more. He would have preferred outright rejection to this.
As they rode side by side, Thael whistling some inane tune to himself, Cicero wondered why this was proving so much more difficult than usual. Perhaps it was simple inexperience. The Listener was young – Cicero wasn’t sure how many years “young” was for a Bosmer, but he had a puppyish enthusiasm Cicero rarely saw in a man his own age. If he were a human, Cicero would wager that he wasn’t much more than twenty. Could it be that the Listener – feared assassin and savior of the Brotherhood – had never even lain with anyone?
The thought of teaching the Listener, guiding him, taking him by the hand and showing him what his ravishing little body was meant to do...that made Cicero’s breath catch in his throat.
If At First You Don't Succeed... 4/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-01 04:43 am (UTC)(link)“What are you laughing at, Cicero?”
“You.”
“Me?” Thael smiled one of his innocent, carefree smiles. “What did I do?”
“Oh, never you mind, Listener...never you mind. Cicero just had one of his foolish notions. That’s all.”
---
The spate of drizzle and sleet finally broke, and with the reappearance of the sun came that glorious reprise of summer that sometimes occurred in mid-autumn, before winter’s teeth clamped down upon them for good. The air was cool, but the sun blazed down upon their backs as they rode, and by midday they had packed away their cloaks. The sense of relief produced by this merciful change in the weather made them both act giddy and childish. Thael rode close to Cicero’s side just long enough for Cicero to forget he was there, then swiped his hat off his head and took off at a gallop. Cicero shouted with feigned rage and pursued him as well as he and his horse could manage, but Thael was a skillful rider, weaving and zigzagging unpredictably across the plain. Eventually he darted into the forest. Cicero was able to keep track of him for a while, but eventually he disappeared into the wood, as he was born to do. Cicero came to a clearing, slowed his horse to a stop, and cocked his head, straining to hear any sign of the elf.
“All right, Listener! You win! Come out, and bring poor Cicero’s hat back!”
He was answered only by the hammering of a woodpecker somewhere close by.
“Listener!” Cicero frowned. “Where are you? Ooh, when Cicero catches you...”
“He’ll do WHAT, exactly?” said a voice directly behind him. Cicero jumped, then turned around to see Thael smirking at him.
“Ooh! You cruel, mischievous creature! Tricking poor Cicero!” he sniffed. “Give it back!” Thael laughed and flung his hat at him. He caught it. “That’s better.” He arranged it over his red hair, with an admonishing look at Thael.
“What a beautiful day!” Thael smiled up into the treetops and sighed.
“Yes...isn’t it?” Cicero looked around him. Not a soul was in sight, a cool, clear stream meandered ahead of them, and the trees towered around them like benign sentries. The smells of pine needles and earth and fragrant herbs filled the air. Yes...this place would do. “Listener, perhaps we should linger here for a while. We are not in any hurry to return to the Sanctuary, are we?”
“No, I suppose not. It would be a shame not to enjoy this lovely little wood. And the horses will need a rest.” Thael nimbly dismounted and led his horse to the stream. Cicero did the same.
After they had tethered the horses, Cicero leaned against a tree and watched Thael as he wandered silently through the clearing, his face registering delight and reverence at every new occurrence – the passing of a sparrow, the cry of a hawk, the whisper of wind through the pine needles. By Sithis, he was the purest and most innocent cannibalistic assassin Cicero had ever seen. He chuckled under his breath at the thought, then licked his lips and took a drink from his water skin.
“Cicero! Come over here and look at this snail I found!”
Oh, with pleasure, my Listener. He pulled off his gloves and stuffed them in his pockets, then glided to the Listener’s side.
As Thael nattered on about the markings on the snail’s shell, Cicero rested a hand on his lower back. As usual, he didn’t seem to notice or care. Then Cicero began rubbing his back, his open hand making lazy circles on Thael’s wool shirt, drifting closer and closer with each circle towards his delicious round buttocks...
If At First You Don't Succeed... 5/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-01 04:46 am (UTC)(link)Cicero just smiled and, with his free hand, grabbed Thael’s wrist and pulled him in. Thael had time for a small, quiet “Oh!” before Cicero kissed him. He slipped his arm around Thael’s waist and pressed him close as he gently nibbled and sucked at the elf’s lips. Thael’s body went limp. He didn’t try to push Cicero away, but he seemed completely unsure what to do with his hands and his mouth. Still gripping Thael’s wrist, Cicero gently guided the elf’s hand down his chest, slid it behind him, and let it go. He felt Thael’s hand tentatively stroking his lower back, Thael’s lips slowly parting to allow Cicero to taste him...and then the unmistakable hardness of Thael’s arousal pressing against his leg.
Cicero withdrew from the kiss and stared into the Listener’s face, trying to read him. He was flushed, his eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly parted in surprise. Cicero smiled and stroked his cheek. “You have never done this before, have you, Listener?”
Thael looked down and nodded.
“Don’t be ashamed,” Cicero purred. “Cicero knew.”
The poor man was trembling, but his fingers clutched hungrily at Cicero’s coat. “I d-don’t know what to do,” he whispered. “I’ve – I’ve never even...”
“Hush. Cicero will show you.” He ran a fingertip along the elf’s long, graceful jawline. “If you want him to.” His other hand crept to the front of Thael’s trousers. “And...if you’ll forgive Cicero for being so forward...I think you do.”
“Yes,” he breathed.
Now, this could be fun. “Do you trust me, Listener?”
“Oh, yes...”
“Will you do exactly as I say?”
He nodded his head.
Low, fiendish laughter erupted from the back of his throat. “Oh, Listener, you’re perfect.” He pressed his lips to Thael’s again. Overeager, the young man thrust his tongue into Cicero’s mouth and tugged at his trouser laces. Amused, Cicero let the Listener claw at him for a short while. Then he grabbed Thael’s hand and slowly moved it to his trouser front, making him stroke Cicero’s length through the fabric. He exhaled softly and leaned back against a tree trunk. “Mmm...yes, Listener...a little harder. You won’t hurt Cicero. And if you did, he just might enjoy it...heh heh...”
“Like...this?”
“Ohh, yes, just like that...mmm, good little Listener...yes...” Cicero tangled his fingers in Thael’s long hair, planted kisses along his jawline. He took an earlobe delicately into his mouth, first nibbling then biting to hear Thael cry out. He tugged gently at Thael’s hair to tilt his head back, and nipped at his slender neck. His skin was thrillingly hot against Cicero’s lips.
“That feels so good,” Thael moaned. He squeezed Cicero’s erection. “I want you...I want you to...touch me...oh, gods...”
If At First You Don't Succeed... 6/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-01 04:50 am (UTC)(link)“Yes, yes, anything, please!” Thael clung to Cicero and rested his head against his chest, and then added in a whisper: “Master...”
Oh, Cicero liked the sound of that very much. “Stand there. Undress for Cicero. Not too quickly, please.”
Thael stepped back and gave Cicero a coy smile that nearly drove him mad – well, madder, anyway. He pulled off his traveling boots and his stockings, balancing awkwardly on one foot, then the other. Cicero couldn’t help but laugh to see his lithe and stealthy Listener do something so graceless. Besides the boots, he was wearing only a loose-fitting wool shirt, green to match his eyes and embroidered around the collar, and trousers of soft russet leather. He lifted his shirt, tantalizingly slowly, exposing, inch by inch, his muscular midsection, his chest just slightly shaded with dark hair, his strong shoulders and his long, sinewy arms...
“Oh, but you are exquisite, Listener,” Cicero murmured. He was unable to resist the urge to stroke himself as he watched the Listener lower his trousers, and, after a brief attack of shyness, his loincloth.
Oh, he was delectable. His buttocks were smooth and plump and mahogany-colored like the rest of him, and his short but thick member stood at rigid attention against a tuft of hair. Cicero could not wait to devour him.
He saw Thael’s hand stray towards his cock. Oh, Cicero wouldn’t have that. “No,” he said abruptly. “Listener, you must not touch yourself unless I permit it.” The Listener had so little experience, and Cicero wanted him to last.
“No.” Thael jerked his hand away. “Sorry, Master.”
Cicero beckoned him over. Thael fairly lunged at him; Cicero placed a restraining hand on his chest. “Oh, Listener. So eager...so tempting.” With slow delectation, he explored Thael’s torso with his hand, mapping muscles and tendons, savoring the feel of his smooth, hot skin... “You’re quite fetching, you know. Cicero cannot believe you have been keeping this divine little body to yourself all this time.” He stroked his back and his narrow waist and – Thael inhaled – his beautiful buttocks. His hands wandered around to Thael’s front, his thighs, and lingered a painful inch or two from his throbbing manhood. “Keeping it hidden away for so long. Selfish Listener! But now it’s all mine...yes...all for Cicero.” He traced a finger along the contour of Thael’s inner thigh, and the elf moaned with frustration. “Do you like being Cicero’s plaything, Listener?”
“Yes.” His voice was barely audible.
“Then why have you ignored him for so long?” Cicero’s hand snaked around Thael’s thigh to squeeze his arse.
“I didn’t know – I wasn’t sure. I thought you were just...being kind to me.” He shuddered as Cicero slipped his hand between his arse cheeks. “Oh! I – I didn’t want to look stupid. I didn’t know what to do.”
Cicero chuckled. “Cicero thinks not. Cicero thinks you have been teasing him on purpose. Now you must repay him for the way you’ve been tormenting him.”
“No! I really didn’t know! It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!”
A little pushback. Cicero liked that. “You dare contradict your master?”
“No...but I didn’t...”
“For someone called the Listener, you’re doing an awful lot of talking! Silence! Get on your knees.” Thael obeyed, and Cicero took down his trousers, freeing his hard cock. “Open your mouth. Cicero will teach you to give pleasure rather than withhold it, Listener.” He placed his hand on the back of Thael’s head and guided it towards his cock, letting his plump head pass Thael’s lips.
If At First You Don't Succeed... 7/?
(Anonymous) 2013-09-01 04:52 am (UTC)(link)He began sliding his cock in and out of the Listener’s mouth, slowly, gently. He resisted the urge to thrust back into his throat and gag him...this dear young creature had surrendered himself to Cicero; it would not do to scare him away now. He must restrain himself. But gods, it was torture. “Use your hands. Touch me.” He guided one of the Listener’s hands to his balls. Thael didn’t need much more instruction than that; he played with them, squeezed them gently, tickled them with his fingertips, had Cicero shivering with delight.
Cicero looked down so he could watch his beautiful Listener pleasure him. That was when he noticed Thael’s other hand, insolently wrapped around his shaft.
Oh, you naughty, naughty Listener. With a gentle hand, he reluctantly pushed Thael’s head back. Thael pulled his hand away immediately when he saw Cicero gazing down at him. Cicero raised an eyebrow. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”
“I’m sorry, Master. I couldn’t help myself.”
Cicero tsk-tsked and shook his head. “We’re going to have to do something about this defiant streak of yours, Listener. Now, let’s see...what does Cicero have in his bag of tricks?” He felt in his coat pockets. Aha! There they were. His silk scarves. He knew they were sturdy enough to have uses beyond distracting the boors... “Stand...there, Listener; just there. Yes, I think this tree should do nicely. Put your hands on that branch.”
The branch was just high enough that the Listener had to stretch to reach it. “Wh – what are you going to do?”
“Cicero is going to restrain these wandering hands.” He chose a scarlet scarf, wound it around Thael’s wrists several times, and then looped it around the tree branch, tying its two loose ends into a fastidious knot. “For your own protection. Cicero does not want to have to punish his dear, dear Listener.”
Thael wriggled against his restraints. Every tempting inch of his lissome body was at Cicero’s command. He could hardly believe his good fortune. He took one of Thael’s nipples between his thumb and forefinger and pinched hard, giggling when he heard the elf’s breath catch in his throat. “Do you like that, Listener?” He pressed his lips to the Listener’s chest, tasting, biting, flicking his tongue against the sensitive little nubs. The Listener’s squirming and wordless sighs gave him the only answer he needed.
He moved his hands to Thael’s ribcage, stroking the delicate ridges, and held him as he leaned in to kiss his flat belly. He nipped and licked at Thael’s flesh, following a trail down his midsection towards his groin, but stopping just short of it.
Thael groaned. “Oh, Master! Please!”
“What’s wrong, my sweet?” He giggled. As if he didn’t know.
“I need you to touch me...please!”
“But I am touching you, my dear.”
“Not...there...”
“Where do you want it, Listener?” He caressed Thael’s back, which was damp with sweat now. “Here?”
“No!”
“Hmm...not there...let’s see...how about...here?” He stroked the Listener’s cheek, slipped a finger into his mouth. The Listener whimpered, sucked at it greedily. Cicero laughed softly. “Oh, Cicero is just teasing, Listener. He knows what you want.” He knelt, his fingers brushing across the skin of Thael’s torso as he moved his hands down, down. “Well, you’ve been mostly good, Listener. I suppose I can reward you.” He kissed the head of Thael’s cock, then slowly took it into his mouth. The Listener cried out with relief and bliss.
If At First You Don't Succeed... 8/8
(Anonymous) 2013-09-01 04:56 am (UTC)(link)The Listener was quickly approaching the limits of his pleasure, and Cicero wasn’t sure how much longer he could last either. Enough, he thought. He slid Thael’s cock out of his mouth, eliciting a small cry of disappointment, and stood again. “Listener,” he growled. “I want you to come for me now.” He pressed his body against Thael’s, putting one arm around his waist, and wrapped his other hand around both their erections. He began to move his hips slowly back and forth, rubbing his length against Thael’s as he stared into his eyes. Thael strained against his binds and made an animal sound as he ground desperately against Cicero’s hand. “You’re Cicero’s now. Now and forever. Cicero’s plaything. Cicero’s Listener. Obey me.”
“M...ma...ster...” A shuddering gasp shook Thael as he reached his peak and plummeted off the edge. Cicero kissed him forcefully, muffling his cries, and held him close. He felt Thael’s body bucking and convulsing as his climax tore through him, felt Thael’s hot come flowing over his hand and his manhood, and abruptly the familiar rush of release shot through him, and he realized he was screaming. Cicero clung to Thael until the waves of pleasure subsided and his body felt lifeless and spent.
When the Listener caught his breath, Cicero kissed his neck and whispered into his ear: “The next time you tease Cicero, Listener, he may not be so gentle with you.”
Cicero giggled to himself when he saw Thael’s wide-eyed expression. Fear, but also curiosity, excitement, a hint of defiance – the little fellow was an open book. He untied the Listener’s hands, and his laughter grew louder and wilder when Thael wrapped his arms around him and burrowed his head into Cicero’s shoulder. “I’ll be good for you,” Thael mumbled into Cicero’s coat.
Cicero grinned and stroked the Listener’s hair. “Oh, we shall soon see about that.”
Dear Listener. Sweet Listener. He only wanted to please Cicero.
Cicero smiled to himself. He was about to become very difficult to please indeed.
Re: If At First You Don't Succeed... 8/8
(Anonymous) 2013-09-01 08:28 am (UTC)(link)If you were to write more involving these two, I would happily read it.
Re: If At First You Don't Succeed... 8/8
(Anonymous) 2013-09-01 01:23 pm (UTC)(link)I would love to write more with these two. I have never been much into the mer, but writing this made me develop a deep appreciation for chirpy little Bosmer men.
Re: If At First You Don't Succeed... 8/8
(Anonymous) 2013-09-01 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: If At First You Don't Succeed... 8/8
(Anonymous) 2013-09-01 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)Re: If At First You Don't Succeed... 8/8
(Anonymous) 2013-10-14 05:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: If At First You Don't Succeed... 8/8
(Anonymous) 2014-07-28 12:27 am (UTC)(link)OP here
(Anonymous) 2014-08-11 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)