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One Night in Oblivion - 4/11

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He didn't get to finish his sentence because Alix shrieked in horror, went stark white, and started to cry. Martin wrapped his arms around him, holding him tightly, and kissing the top of his head. “Shhh. It's okay. The timelines are mixed up. Don't worry.”

Dyce flinched at the sudden noise. Talk about highly strung. Why wouldn’t the Emperor be different now, and what did it matter? “Um... out of interest, who is the Emperor in your time?” Dyce found himself asking, entirely unsure why.

Alix looked up, tears still running down his face, and pointed at Martin. “He is.” He gulped and seemed unable to say any more.

Dyce stared at Martin, at his strong arms circling his lover, the line of his jaw as he kissed Alix's hair. He really wished they’d either stop making out in front of him or invite him to join in. “Dragonborn and Emperor is the same thing in your timeline?” This was the Emperor? Why on earth was he wearing such a shabby robe?

“Yes. The entire Septim line are Dragonborn,” Martin told him.

“Oh right. Yeah. Descendants of Talos.” I could have been an emperor, Dyce thought with vague resentment. But it probably wasn’t as much fun as it sounded.

Alix was still sobbing. “If the Septim bloodline stops at the end of the Oblivion Crisis, that means that you... you... die.” He almost whispered the last word, before collapsing, curled into a ball.

Martin glanced at Dyce, a faintly concerned expression on his face, before enveloping Alix in a tight hug. “Love. Don't cry. He's not from the same timeline as us.”

Dyce could think of nothing worse than being stuck in what appeared to be a plane of Oblivion with an over-emotional young mage and his worried boyfriend. He wondered how to cheer them up. Perhaps he could try singing? People often started laughing when he performed his bardic repertoire. Either that, or throwing things. Hmm. He didn't really want another rock thrown at his head, and he had enough good sense to realise that pointing out by his time they'd both be dead anyway probably wouldn't help things either.

And they were both rather good-looking. Were they exclusively pair-bonded, or did they ever play with others? Dyce opened his mouth to ask, but what came out was “You know, I've never been with an Emperor.”

Martin looked up, momentarily alarmed, before seeing Dyce's face. Dyce shrugged and grinned a bit self-consciously; there was nothing to be done about it, his mouth was usually one step ahead of his brain. Martin started to laugh; and after about 15 seconds, Alix giggled too – slightly hysterically, but at least he wasn't crying any more. “Before you got back, I healed his sore head and he started flirting with me.”

“Did he now? And what did you think about that?”

“I said he'd have to wait until you were here.”

“Really?” Martin's eyes sparkled with interest, as he whispered something in Alix's ear. The Breton nodded and whispered something back, wiping the tear tracks from his face.

Dyce tilted his head with a thoughtful expression on his face. All of a sudden, this was looking rather more hopeful.

Martin smiled at Dyce. “Well, there isn't any other form of entertainment here, unless you are particularly excited about rocks. Akatosh said we would probably be here for a few hours subjectively, until the Dragon Break collapses and we go back to our own lives. I love this boy dearly, but it's been years since my last threesome. If he's up for it, I certainly wouldn't say no.”

“Really?” After everything else that had happened that day, Dyce wasn't expecting this sort of luck. “It seems safe enough here. If somewhat uncomfortable.” Seriously. Rocks. And some sand, which seemed soft enough unless you’d ever had it trapped under your foreskin. Ouch.

But Martin’s mind was still running along sexual lines. “You know, you two could almost be brothers... Both Bretons, both red-haired, both short... He's paler than you, and you're more muscular than him, but you really are very similar.” He leaned back, against a rock. What else? “I think I'd like to watch.”

“You mean it?” Alix seemed a whole lot happier. He bounced up and down on his toes, an excited bulge forming in his leather trousers.

“Sure.”