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Re: Varuo- M!DB/Cicero 4

[(Anonymous)]

And that's all he could think of right now, feeling Cicero's fingers come around his thick wrist and guide him to his chest for a stroke. The elf cranes his body over Cicero's as if he where a predatory beast, growling in excitement. His bare hand slides along the bedroll beneath them until his hand hit dirt, ring finger catching something small until it was pulled out from underneath them.

"Please, Listener" He begs, oh gods did he love how Cicero always begged. The Imperial wrapped his booted leg around his waist, urging him closer. "I need you!"

Cicero's eyes flutter shut as he waited impatiently to be led, his body writhing and squirming lightly as if he was still being touched. It was an incredibly hot sight, to see what you could do to a man with just a few pulls and pushes. Cicero had been so deprived of touch (even his own, for some time before they even met) the slightest of pressure and warmth against his skin was like rapture to him. Even the ghost of Chac's skillful hands left him gasping with goosebumps coming to his flesh... And to be viewed like he was so lovely and desirable where all others would make him feel ugly.. it was bliss to feel this way.

"I'll eat you up," the elf groans, so dragonlike and predatory. He was alien to his every sense. "...and leave nothing left, lover."

"Brava!!" Cicero cries, his native tongue remembered in the curse. His mad, dark gaze could kill.

The elf moved to lean on his elbow, his arm coming forward to rest besides Cicero's head, body moving in between his still-dressed legs, armor tangled in the heap that they've become. The loop of a chain now around the elf's ring finger came along for the ride, and light caught gemstones in the corner of Chac's eye.. His gaze flickers up, something cold and metal in his palm. It only took a second before he had to make a double-take at the small item.

An amulet of Mara that remained hidden until now had been almost literally dropped into his palm. Cicero moaned aloud at the feel of Chac's heavy body pressed true to his own, rocking up into his hips. But quite suddenly, Chac didn't notice any of that. Affixed on the amulet now square in his view, the elf thought entirely of nothing.

Little floating zaps of memory came to him and then left, airbrained and silently still. Mara. Marriage. Love. Vilkas. The elf shook and felt his core go cold with the staggering realization that he felt guilty.

"Hhnngh, come on now," Cicero breathed, the long moment of stillness bringing him out of his spell.

Thoughts of his beautiful children came flooding into his heart, abruptly wondering what they're doing right now back home in Solitude.. are they healthy? Happy? Was Vilkas missing him while he squandered his love for another? Sure, Chac always knew a man's heart could be too big for just one love; but Vilkas... He'd be shattered if he found out. He doted on Chac far more that anyone would ever know, he kept it hidden often but there wasn't a greater love or hero in his life than for the Dragonborn. That's why they got married, wasn't it? The elf's skull felt pierced by pain.

"Listener?" Cicero's eyes gaped wide as he looked in the darkness down at Chac's hips, the thick bulge he was grinding against all too soft and fading. His gaze traveled up to see his lover staring at..well something. Before he had another moment to focus the elf had suddenly pulled it into his grip and moved to sit up and away, his warmth gone and cool air now against him.

Re: Varuo- M!DB/Cicero 5/5

[(Anonymous)]

"Is there trouble?!" Cicero immediately faulted to paranoia, wondering if he had sensed a threat coming with his keen elven hearing. His excitement momentarily waning, he moves to get up, only to be stopped abruptly.

"Wait. No, no... no, no, I didn't mean... I just-!" it was the Listener who now seemed the crazed one, his black eyes darting back and forth as accusing voices assaulted his mind, numbed his lips and leaded his feet.

"..ernk...Listener?" Cicero cocked an eyebrow, seeing the elf stumble back into the darkness, his shirt half opened and belt undone.

Anger. that's what he felt next, angry at the voices telling him he'd fucked up again. Angry for what's happening right now, for himself and his family, but most of all...

Most of all, angry at Cicero. The unstable elf glared daggers as he poured his short temper out onto him.

"Should I get the holy water?" Cicero tried to joke, his brow furrowing seeing the elf's fists clench and unclench as he stared at him. His face was hawklike, angular and caught firelight in such an imposing way it made Cicero shiver in discomfort.

"Shut up, gods DAMN YOU!" He roared, "SHUT UP!" he cries, again and twice more until his voice cracks. Cicero scuttles back on his rear away from him, his look of shock was so intense it was almost, sigh, comical. Chac found it funny, somewhere in the whirlwind of his mind. Chac leaned over and grabbed an empty wine bottle, lobbing it towards Cicero and blatantly missing, the glass shattering and ringing in both of their ears.

Cicero gulped once it was freakishly silent. He was very scared, blood seeped from a tiny cut against his collar.

Chac uttered something in between a curse and a plea, and darted out of sight into the dark, not yet realizing what he'd done.

Cicero sat there, motionless for what feels like seconds to him. But there he sat for hours, shivering with his armor undone and having little will to put it back on. The Fool of hearts inside him begged him to believe it was all just a big prank, that the sweet listener would come back and hug him and say it was all alright, that he wasn't really doing this to him.

That he wasn't mad at poor, poor Cicero.

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PS:Chac isn’t entirely good. The experiences he faced since coming to Skyrim have damaged his mind, and he’s quick to anger and to abuse his amazing power. He’s also a half-on-half-off the wagon alcoholic and Skooma addict because it helps him deal with stress. And the way Cicero treats him like his master has gotten to his head in the past… But forgive him. He’s a very troubled elf.

Tags: Slash, M!DB/Cicero, Hurt and Comfort, Angst, Handjobs, cocktease, friendship