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From: (Anonymous)

Cicero lunged in and brought his face to Chac's, eyes fluttering shut, his pouty lips pressing flush to the elf's. He felt the whisper of a moan vibrate into his mouth, and he responded with a throaty growl. When Cicero pulled away he rolled onto his back, resting his ginger head into Chac's lap, staring up at him.

"And what am I supposed to make of that?" Chac groans down to him, hands at his sides and unresponsively smirking. Cicero reached his cold, bare fingers up and slid them across Chac's temple, stroking him down to the collar. His hand was warm by the time he'd rested it against his heart.

"Hhnnnmmh" he whines, wanting to say it but he just couldn't. He couldn't ever find the audacity to ask it of him. It drove Cicero batty, not having that kind of power.

"Well, you know, we played the same game not a few days ago... in the bath house in Mzinchaleft, hmm?"

"Ohhhhh, that IS a good game. And looks like you're ready to play" Chac lifted a hand and spanned it down the soft leather on Ciceros chest, stretching forward and fingering the thickening lump between his legs. Cicero mewled behind closed lips, his petite frame arching up, legs apart. He caressed and smoothed his palm over the protective leather, holding back a laugh at the squeak Cicero let out when he pinched his inner thigh.

"But are you?" Cicero shook, turning his face to nuzzle his cheekbone against thick Elseweyr cloth covering his loins. And as luck would have it, Chac wanted to play too.

"You know me, always eager. Hehe.. come here, my sweet." He reached down and scooped Cicero into his impossibly strong arms, the ginger instantly throwing his own arms around the elf and laughing hard.

Winds whipped along the icebergs outside, fire flickered against the tattered hide walls of their tent, the floor of their shelter becoming a playpen to both bodies touching and gripping. Chac rolled the Imperial onto his back, watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, the catches of his armor coming undone by deft flutist fingers.

Cicero's smile was beaming by the time the elf had pulled the armor from his torso, clinging tight to his waistline and the ginger hairs on Ciceros chest and stomach flattened down to his skin. Even those gleamed in the faintest of firelight, the vellus hair along his edges shined impossibly bright as if the madman was glowing.

"Lovely listener.." he sang, leaning up and sneaking an eager kiss to his lips, holding the back of his dreaded head and entering his mouth with an eager tongue. Chac was always mesmerized by the passion and skill behind each curl of his tongue against his own. Like there had been others before him, maybe someone else in the past he'd loved like this... and it always vexed him.

The Keeper climbed up the expanse of Chac's broad chest, lips locked and whining in need. Chac felt the hitch in his voice and the bite on his lip when at last he slid a hand under his parted armor and took little Cicero into his hand. It felt hot, the entire shaft fitting perfectly into his grip.

In his other hand he took Cicero by the hair, holding the submissive man back-down flat to the bedroll. Cicero was forced to lay under the power of his piercing gaze, succumbing to pleasure by feeling the shuffling of the artists' beautiful, beautiful fingers. The smaller man eagerly drives his hips up into Chac's warm grip, hissing and his back lifting clean off the floor and back down again with a thump, fucking his hand.

"Uhhnn! Mmh!!" The cries that came from Cicero got Chac so hard, he couldn't wait to seal the bond. He roughly pumped his lover at his own pace until two bare hands came around his shoulders, digging in while the younger man cried out "Ngh, stop, please!" the elf pulled his overwhelming friction away, enjoying the little piece of art he'd turned the Keeper into. A nimble body splayed out, fair skin flushed pink from the chest up and his perfectly petite cock jutting from his hips. He loved the shape of it, the livid, red flesh an ideal size to wrap his lips around and please.

From: (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.

From: (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