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One when the Listener returns from a contract/quest his/her feet ache so terribly causing him/her to be quite grouchy. So when Cicero suggest that he can massage the Listener's feet, it encourages him to offer more massages to please and revive happiness in his sweet Listener.
This all leads to a full-body massage that gets a little more than appropriate for a simple massage.

BONUS MEAD & BOILED TREATS:
-There is no non-con or dub-con in this story.
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-No scat or any other twisted kinks that do not fit this type of story; which is a story filled with healthy doses of fluff & smut. Have fun! ;-)

Don't be lonely, Cicero prompt! I got yer back.

Title: The Living Need Tending, Too
Relationship: M/M
Race: Breton
Kinks: massage, hand-job, oral, shyness

The Living Need Tending, Too

Cicero could sense that Astien was out of sorts the moment he walked through the door. The young Breton’s hunched posture made his small, barrel-chested frame even more compact -- a tense, furious little knot of muscle, a coiled snake ready to strike. His gait was rapid, his eyes lowered; his rejoinder to Cicero’s usual joyous greeting was a mere nod. Oh, how Cicero hated it when the Listener was like this! He simply could not bear this sort of gloom-and-doom atmosphere. He tsk-tsked to himself as he watched the Listener pull off his boots and hurl them to the floor, then stare numbly into space. Must’ve been a nasty contract, but still, there was no excuse for childish behavior.

Experience taught Cicero that Astien was best left alone when he was like this. Cicero, of course, went straight to Astien’s chambers to try and cheer him up. Madness was doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, someone once told him, before the jester, before the hard times. Perhaps they were right.

“Listener?” He poked his head through Astien’s doorway. “Are you all right?”

“Mmh,” he grunted.

Cicero grinned. “Man of few words, eh? How very Nordic you’ve become, Listener! The snow and ice must be taking their toll, hmmm?”

“You need something, Cicero?”

“Oh, no!” he chirped. “Cicero merely came to see if his Listener needed anything. Cicero lives to serve.”

“No, Cicero, that’s all right. I’m fine.” His words were clipped, his voice tight.

Cicero chuckled. “The Listener must learn to tell a better lie.” He took off his hat and hung it on the wall, then stood before Astien with crossed arms. “I can wait.”

Astien glowered up at him, and for a second Cicero was afraid he’d stepped over the line, but then the Breton’s expression softened a little. “Hard day,” he said simply. “Feet hurt.”

“Ooooh, is that all?” Cicero cooed. “Perhaps the Listener would like his poor feet massaged? I’m not sure how much you've heard from Mother, but I am, heh, quite good with my hands.”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, Cicero.” Astien, like much of the Brotherhood, was lowborn, and unaccustomed to such ministrations.

“But it gives Cicero such pleasure to serve his Listener,” the jester protested with a hint of sulkiness in his voice. “Cicero only wishes to make the poor aching Listener happy...” Yes, yes, to relieve the sweet Listener; that would make him so happy. And perhaps, if Cicero’s suspicions about Astien were true, it could lead to something more...yes...

Astien studied Cicero for a moment. “Very well,” he said finally. “A foot massage would feel quite...nice. Thank you, Cicero.”

“Oh, goody, goody, goody!” Cicero clapped his hands. “You sit here, Listener, just sit right here, and Cicero will go and fetch a few, hm, tools of the trade, heh heh.”

A few minutes later he was back with a basin of hot, perfumed water and a small pot of oil. He knelt on the floor and smiled up at Astien. Oh, what a handsome face the sweet Listener had...even if he could never be bothered to shave his stubble. Perhaps Cicero would have to convince Astien to submit to the razor next... “Prepare yourself, Listener. The water is hot!” Slowly and tenderly, he helped Astien sink his feet into the basin. The Listener hissed and closed his eyes. “Too hot?” Cicero asked anxiously.

“No, no. Just right.”

“Good!” Astien’s feet were hot and dirty and blistered -- Cicero clucked in concern as he examined them. “Look at this. New boots?”

“Mmh.”

“You must learn to break them in before you go on a long trip. Poor, poor feet!” Scents of lavender and frost mirriam rose with the steam as Cicero rubbed his Listener’s feet free of soil and sweat.

The Breton sighed and wiggled his toes under the water. “That feels good.”

“Oh, but Cicero has not even begun yet, Listener,” he chuckled. Once Astien’s feet were sufficiently pink and clean, Cicero lifted them out of the water and dried them thoroughly with a soft cloth. Then, he uncorked the pot of oil.

Astien eyed him suspiciously. “Is that the same oil you use for...you know...”

Cicero cackled wickedly at the thought. “No, no, no. That would be a little too harsh for the living, dear Listener. This came from the kitchen, not the crypt.”

“Oh, good.”

The oil was warm, having been stored on a shelf above the fireplace, and Cicero held the pot high, letting it trickle over Astien’s feet and drip into the basin. Then he set to work, taking Astien’s left foot into his strong hands, kneading and rubbing the sole, the instep, the joints of the toes and ankles. Cicero was sensitive, yes, his fingers could feel where Astien was tense, and he felt a twinge of pleasure every time he targeted a sore spot and heard Astien groan with relief. “Does Cicero please the Listener?” he said in a low, silky voice.

“Mmm...yes...you are good at that.”

He smirked and looked into Astien’s eyes as he worked. How delicious it was to give his sweet Listener comfort...he returned Astien’s left foot to the water, and turned his attention to the right.

“Ohhhh...mmm...yeah...right there. Do that again.”

Astien’s encouragements sent a surge of arousal through Cicero’s loins. Oh yes, Listener, you are enjoying this, aren't you? Perhaps Cicero was right about you. “Like this?” he whispered.

“Ohhh, that feels so good...”

Soon Cicero had finished with Astien’s feet, but he didn’t want this to end yet, oh no, it just couldn’t... “Perhaps it is not only the Listener’s feet that require Cicero’s attention?” he said hopefully. “The Listener has aching muscles all over his body; Cicero can see how tense he is...”

“Ummm...”

“Don’t be afraid,” Cicero said quietly.

“I’m...I’m not. Shall I -- uh -- shall I lay down on the bed?”

Cicero nodded. “But first...Cicero will be able to do much more for you if you take off your armor, Listener.”

And now there was just the slightest hint of a smile on the Listener’s careworn face. “Close the door.”

And soon Astien’s broad, muscled back was spread out before Cicero, yes, just a bit of cloth draped over his round buttocks, and Cicero was happy, so happy. He poured oil into his hands and set to work, massaging, kneading hard with fists and palms and fingers, attacking every bit of tension until he felt it melt away under his hand... “Oh, so tense, Listener,” he purred.

“Mmh...hard contract...” he mumbled. “Oh!” He let out a groan like a bear as Cicero dug his knuckles into the small of his back. “Mmm...mmh...missed you, Cicero.”

The jester’s heart quickened. “Missed me?” he chuckled, hardly daring to believe what he had heard. At last, at last, he was almost certain... He moved to Astien’s thighs. The Listener twitched a little as Cicero’s fingertips grazed the sensitive area. “Shh...it’s all right. Relax.”

“Ahh...ohhhhh.”

And when the Keeper had worked his way down Astien’s legs, he took a deep breath. “Would you like to turn over?”

“Ummhh...” He could see that Astien’s cheeks were flushed.

“Please...you can do this for Cicero. It’s all right. Cicero understands.” He tugged at the edge of the cloth. “Please, may I take this?”

“Y...yes, Cicero.” The cloth fell away, and Astien was completely naked. He rolled over onto his back. His manhood jutted out from a small crop of dark hair, thick and pleasing to Cicero’s eye.

The Keeper inhaled. “Oooohh, so perfect...so beautiful...oh, yes, Cicero likes you like this.” He ran his hands down the Listener’s bare, slightly hairy torso.

He was looking up at Cicero with worry in his big brown eyes. “Is this all right? I mean...are we supposed to do this? Listener and Keeper...”

“Oh, Listener.” Cicero giggled as his fingers crept down Astien’s belly. “The Dark Brotherhood is an organization of mercy and love. Cicero loves the Listener...and he wants to give him mercy.” He wrapped his oiled fingers around Astien’s erection.

“Mmm!”

Cicero slowly began to pump Astien’s cock, relishing the sounds of his heavy breathing, his moans of pleasure. Oh, if this moment could only last forever. Surely there would be many more like this, but it would never be the first time again. “Ahh! Mm!” He bucked into Cicero’s hand. “Oh, sweet Sithis...”

Gods, his plump cock looked so delicious, glistening with oil in Cicero’s fist. “If it please the Listener,” Cicero breathed, “Cicero’s mouth is almost as good as his hands...”

“Oh Gods yes, please, Cicero.” Astien sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, and Cicero knelt on the stone floor. Cicero laughed to himself -- if kneeling before a god were always this delicious, perhaps he’d have worshipped the Divines instead. He took Astien’s cockhead into his mouth, licking and probing all around it with his tongue and listening to the man groan. Then he let the shaft pass his lips until the round head tickled the back of his throat. Slowly, he slid it back out, just barely grazing Astien’s shaft with his teeth. Astien sighed and tangled his fingers in Cicero’s long red hair, guiding his head up and down, massaging his scalp with his fingertips and just barely, ever-so-gently pulling...Cicero was quivering with delight. He wrapped one arm around Astien’s waist and used the other to caress his balls.

Faster now, faster...he could tell that Astien was close. He squeezed a handful of Cicero’s hair tightly, pulling a little harder now, and the little jolt of pain drove the Keeper wild. As Astien’s moans grew more and more urgent, he gently pushed Cicero’s head back. “Hands,” he gasped. “With your hands.”

“As you say, Listener,” Cicero quavered, and quickly applied more oil to his hands. It took Astien only a few thrusts before he finished. He moaned Cicero’s name as his hot come spurted onto the Keeper’s hands and Astien’s belly.

“Ohhh, Cicero...” He lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, panting. “That was...incredible.”

“Cicero is happy to be of service to the Listener.” Cicero dampened a cloth in the basin of perfumed water and tenderly cleaned Astien up. Then, he crawled into the bed and nestled his head into the Listener’s shoulder and neck, draped his arms across Astien’s beautiful naked body, sighed contentedly.

“What about you? Don’t you want...um...” Astien was blushing again.

Cicero burst out laughing. “Oh, Listener! I know you’re a man of few words, but this is ridiculous.” He put his finger over Astien’s lips and whispered in his ear. “Cicero is enjoying this. Just this. The Listener can return the favor...later.”

“As you wish.” And they lay together, Astien stroking Cicero’s hair, and Cicero, for once, keeping his mouth shut, until the the lanterns burned themselves out and the room grew black and the silence and the warmth of Astien’s body were all that existed for Cicero. And just for a moment, Cicero’s mind was at peace.

(ack! nobody saw me accidently post non-anonymously!)

Awww~ To be honest, I've always liked Cicero as a character, but I don't like his character model or his voice actor. Too shrill. XD But I absolutely love his characterization in this story! Thank you, well done!

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! heh, I love everything about the little nutcake and especially his voice, but I completely understand why it's not for everyone!

Oh sweet mother of all things deliciously spicy and sweet... I FREAKIN' LOVED THIS FILL.
Better than what I had originally thought up, I thoroughly enjoyed Cicero in this for being all sweet & caring to his dear Listener (with measured amounts of being a cunning pervert).
It's refreshing from the usual hard & heavy fills I've read of Cicero, being an ultimate creepy perv, I seriously enjoyed this with him and the Listener being fluffy at the end after the "climax" lol.
Amazing work there Anon; thanks for not leaving this poor Cicero prompt lonely. :-)

Yayyyy! Your comments make this Cicerosexual feel all warm and fuzzy, OP. I'm glad you enjoyed.

Cicero as a creepy perv, Cicero as a sweet cuddler who just wants to be wuvved...I love it all! Keep the prompts coming, everyone!

I don't usually read slash, but when I do, it's amazing fills like this! Loved it, dear A!A~!

:) :) :) :)

Not usually a fan of Cicero but hot damn! This is some awesome stuff. Kudos!!

:D Thaaaaaanks!

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