Fan Fiction ❯ Shielded in Broken Armours ❯ Part 2: Dance of the Dragons ( Chapter 14 )
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by Alice Montrose
completed July 31, 2004
Chapter Fourteen
Ignis took the shortest way he could think of to his rooms, barely realizing Tempesta had followed him. If Marzio's abrupt departure from the banquet hall had raised quite a few brows, his had been a bit smoother but it had cost him a precious quarter of an hour. The prince was not even sure what had gone wrong; one moment Marzio was happy, and the other he looked like all his ships had drowned. The Demon suspected it had something to do with his dancing with Sanja - he had been much too friendly to the woman. But even so, why would Marzio become as angry as he had been? Surely he knew Ignis felt nothing for Lucifer's niece! Or perhaps he didn't?
Well, he had been getting bored at the banquet anyway. He would go to Marzio's room, find out what had happened, and make amends if necessary. Marzio was much more wonderful than he could have hoped for, and he was not about to let him get away because of some stupid misunderstanding! Yes, that had to be it: a misunderstanding.
Reaching his private wing, Ignis headed straight for Marzio's door and knocked, but he received no answer. He was certain Marzio was in there, and wondered why the refused to answer. He placed his hand on the handle and tried to open it.
It was locked. Marzio was trying to keep everybody out, then.
He smiled. The locks had not been changed, and he still had a key somewhere. The room had been his, after all.
He returned to his own suite, to find his Supreme Commander waiting for him there. "Well? What happened?"
"I don't know just yet, but I intend to find out." He went into his study and began searching the drawers of his desk furiously. The key had to be there somewhere!
He emerged several minutes later, victoriously holding a bronze key. "Found it!"
"What's that?"
"The spare key to my old rooms. He can't keep me out forever."
She looked at him disapprovingly. "You're trying to break in? What if he left his key in the lock?"
He smiled impishly. "There is always the balcony." They may have been on the third floor, but he could fly and land on the veranda.
"Aren't you taking this a little too serious? Maybe he's just tired and went to sleep."
He stormed down the corridor. "I sincerely doubt it. Now stop pestering me!"
He rushed out again and inserted the key in the lock on Marzio's door. Thankfully, it unlocked at the first try. He silently pushed the door open and entered. Each step was taken carefully, in order not to attract the general's attention. There was light coming from the bedroom, so that was his destination.
He saw Marzio sitting on the large sofa, staring out the window and into the night. He did not move as Ignis approached, and did not seem aware of anything around him. He kept rubbing his wrist absentmindedly and did not react as the Prince of Demonis sat down next to him.
Ignis touched his shoulder lightly, to draw his attention. "What's going on?"
Marzio jumped as if burned, swiftly turning his head to face the young prince. "Khest! What are you trying to do, scare me to death?"
There was hidden pain in his lover's voice. Ignis instinctively wanted to reach out and hold him close, but he refrained himself from doing that, afraid it might offend the general greatly. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I did not mean to startle you."
Marzio sighed. "How the hell did you get in? I remember locking the door."
"Does it really matter? Tell me what happened. Why are you so upset?"
The blond's face remained cold. "I think you'd better leave."
Ignis narrowed his eyes. "I won't. Not until knowing what went wrong. You seemed to be enjoying yourself tonight." He tried to take his lover's hand in his, but Marzio jerked it away.
"Ignis, please... just go away."
Ignis got up and left the room, and for a moment Marzio thought he would do as asked. But the prince returned, holding two glasses of wine. He sat down and offered one to Marzio, in such a familiar gesture that the general felt like screaming.
His hand shook as he accepted it. "Why did you come here? Why won't you just leave me alone?"
"Because this is my palace, because I don't want to; and, most importantly, because I care for you, Marzio."
Marzio refused to meet the eyes fixing him. He returned to staring out the window, placing the goblet on the small table next to the sofa. "That's what you keep saying."
Ignis was sick of this game. He knew that something had gone wrong that evening, but it seemed Marzio was determined to give him a hard time finding out what it was. He did not like this curtain that had suddenly been drawn between them. Things had been evolving very well up to this point.
He breathed deeply. "I won't leave this room until you tell me what is bothering you." The general opened his mouth to speak, but Ignis cut him off. "Don't try to deny it. You do not storm out of a room like you did tonight for no reason. Something made you uncomfortable, and I want to know exactly what."
Marzio clenched his fists, in an attempt to control his anger. He really felt like strangling Ignis, at that moment. Why did the prince want to pull it out of him at all costs? To make him feel embarrassed, maybe?
He replayed the memories in his mind: Ignis, in the Great Hall, smiling at that willowy woman, Lady Sanja, kissing her hand and dancing with her; whispering words in her ear with the confidence of a lover. He had wanted so much to be in her place... No, wait! What had he been thinking? Ignis' arms, and kisses and sweet words - it was his place, not hers, and he wasn't willing to share.
But he could not tell Ignis that; the prince wouldn't understand. And Marzio wasn't even sure if he wanted him to understand.
Damn, just thinking about that woman made his blood rise to his head. He could feel his nails digging in his palms from the tension building inside of him.
"Marzio?"
"Humph!"
"Oh, come on now. Stop sulking. It isn't like you!"
"Like it would actually matter..." he whispered.
"Exactly what's that supposed to mean!?"
Ignis clasped Marzio's hands in his own, but the Angelian pulled them away immediately. "I wonder when you'll stop acting like you really give a damn about me. Go back to your women, where you belong! Just because I was blind enough to trust you doesn't necessarily mean you have to be stuck with me for all eternity! I don't want that for us, Ignis. I just want... I want... Argh, forget it! Now, if you won't leave the room, I will."
Strong arms pinned him down on the sofa as he attempted to stand. He tried to shake them off, but Ignis only increased the pressure. Sometimes it was easy to forget how strong the Prince of Demonis really was only by looking at his deceptive frailty.
"You're jealous," the Demon spoke in a firm voice.
He was. Utterly, completely jealous. And furious enough to throw the prince half-way across the room, if possible. "Let go of me!" he growled, still trying to break free.
"I will do no such thing, my Angelian fool." He looked utterly serious as he stared into Marzio's eyes. "You misjudge me, Marzio. Do you really think that you were just another amorous adventure? After all that has happened between us, do you think I would betray you when the first opportunity presented itself? Think about it," he continued, finally letting go and standing up. "Don't let yourself be guided by jealousy - it will blind you. Consider things carefully for a moment, and then we can talk about it."
Marzio pulled himself up, feeling a little calmer by knowing that things would be sorted out right then and there, without any interference.
"She kept following you around like a pet," he said after a short break. "But you never seemed to notice her until tonight." He picked up the glass and sipped a little of the wine.
She? Oh, right - she. Ignis had to keep himself from laughing. He didn't think Marzio would appreciate his good humour right now. "I suppose you are referring to Sanja?"
Marzio's only reply was a very articulate and eloquent "Hn".
Ignis took a deep breath. Gods, this needed to be said, and soon. "Oh, I noticed her, alright. She would do anything to end up in my bed. She hopes to have my child."
Marzio nearly choked. "Your child?"
Ignis sat down on the sofa, trying to get a firm hold on his emotions before telling his lover the inevitable. Smiling with a calmness he did not feel he urged himself to proceed. "Naturally, that is out of the question. Even the thought of bedding her is thoroughly disgusting. But maintaining appearances can have some advantages."
"Oh, really? And what 'advantages' were there tonight, except making me feel bad that is?" the Angelian asked bitterly.
Ignis crept in closer to his precious guest. "I believe your real question is why I was flirting openly with her. Well, after what she said tonight, I thought that if I showed some interest in her Kelan would stop being suspicious. That is what we both wanted, isn't it? That nobody threatened our relationship."
His hand touched Marzio's knee softly, not intrusively but merely a gesture of affection. He placed a light kiss on Marzio's neck, and the Angelian found himself fighting against his body's reactions. The shivers he experienced told him he was going to lose this battle. 'This is not right! I am supposed to be upset!' But it felt pleasant, and warm. Ignis' hands started stroking his shoulders, and he felt the tension beginning to regress.
"You see, Marzio, I have no intention to betray you. If I had, I wouldn't have asked you to come to the banquet in the first place. As for Sanja, she can wait her whole life for the opportunity. I care more about my horse than I do about her." He sighed, "I am tired of all their intrigues. What I want is someone who does not give a damn if I am a prince or a mere soldier; someone who can try to understand me. And you were doing a very good job at it thus far." He used his fingers to knead the tense muscles of the general's shoulders.
"I doubt that anybody could ever fully understand you, Ignis," Marzio said. He tried to relax and enjoy the sensations that spread through his body. His anger once subsided, all he could feel was affection. "So you're not planning anything serious just yet."
This time Ignis did give way to a timid laugh. "Of course not, silly - but I think that depends on what you understand by 'serious'. At any rate, a child is out of the question for now. There are many other problems that need to be solved before that happens." He began to press a little stronger, following a circular pattern around the places where Marzio's wings joined his upper back. "And as much as I appreciate Lord Lucifer's concern for the future of this land, I will not give in to this plan of his."
The general closed his eyes and sighed. He truly hated politicians and their machinations. "Oh, so now it is his idea?"
A soft chuckle. "Most of it, yes. Of course, he is not aware that I know about it. He and Sanja have been at it ever since I happened to compliment her dancing, one night."
Ignis leaned in closer, and Marzio could feel his warm breath on the left side of his neck. He whispered in his ear again, as if sharing a secret. He had done it so often, that by now it seemed natural. "Now, Marzio... I have a little favour to ask."
Marzio suspected Ignis was planning to offer him some sort of retribution, and there was no telling what he would come up with. 'Predictable' was not a word one could easily associate with him.
He touched the goblet to his lips again, not bothering to open his eyes. "Hmm?"
"I want to seduce you tonight."
The Angelian slowly turned his head to look at the young prince. He was smiling too. "But I thought you have already done that."
"Not exactly, beloved. Not like I have always wanted to." He made his point quite obvious by pushing his hand under Marzio's trousers, and squeezing his behind.
"You little urchin!" Marzio yelped, a little startled.
And then the prince added, just in case, "And I'd like to take the lead this time, if you don't mind."
His voice was low and seductive, and Marzio felt himself shiver again; what surprises did that night have in store for him? Since refusing was not one of his options, he finally gave in. "Alright. But shouldn't we move to the bed?"
"Perhaps later." Ignis said as he began unlacing Marzio's tunic. "Right now, this sofa looks comfortable enough for what I have in mind."
Ignis pushed open Marzio's tunic, placing kisses on his neck and collarbone. He continued to stroke his lover's shoulders and upper arms through the fabric, making his way down the Angelian's torso to unbuckle the leather belt and pull it away. He stole a kiss from the blond, tangling his fingers in the soft curls, and turned him around so he could have easy access at the broad back. His body felt particularly impatient tonight, but he had some special plans in mind, so it would have to wait until later.
He kept licking and nibbling at his lover's throat, while his hands made their way down Marzio's back, and then up his chest, unlacing the shirt and slipping one hand under it to caress the steel hard flatness of the pectoral muscles under it. Leaning over the general's left shoulder he turned his lover's chin with his free hand and caught that full lower lip with his teeth, gently sucking at it. He trailed the tip of his tongue on the moist surface, and Marzio captured it between his lips, finally crushing their mouths together.
The Angelian could not recall having experienced such kisses ever before. They were deep and passionate, and made him forget everything around him for a few minutes. When Ignis finally pulled away, they were both panting heavily. The Demon slowly pushed the silk down from Marzio's shoulders, and began the massage again, focusing on the upper back and neck; the general moaned softly.
Ignis stood, pulling his lover up by the opened ends of his shirt. He removed it completely, then stepped back smiling. "Lay down on your stomach. Oh, and this time you get to remove your own boots!" He picked up the discarded clothes and carefully folded them. They were placed on an ottoman nearby, followed by Ignis' heavily decorated outer garment and tunic.
Marzio had no problem lounging on the sofa. It was wide enough to sleep in, if necessary. He complied with Ignis' wishes, wondering what the prince was planning. If it was anything like the last time they had argued...
The red-haired Demon straddled his legs, and began to stroke Marzio's back with wide movements, occasionally going up his wings and then down again, to caress the sensitive area where wings were joined to shoulder blades, following a pattern only he knew. Marzio began to feel a pleasant heat spreading through his body as his lover focused on certain sensitive points.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked, resting his head on his crossed forearms.
"What does it look like?"
'Like you were trying to stop my heart,' Marzio thought. But he just limited himself to the mock-protest "I've had a massage before; it's not supposed to feel like this."
Ignis giggled. "I don't suppose you have ever had an erotic massage, have you? Now please stop talking, close your eyes and relax. Focus on your body's responses."
'Right! Like I am able to do anything else at this moment.' His senses were in rebellion, and by the time the prince finally stopped the sweet torture he had called an 'erotic massage', Marzio was fully aroused. Ignis leaned down to press small kisses up his spine, nuzzle at the soft white feathers, and lick at his ear shell seductively. Marzio's breath caught and he began to shiver in anticipation.
The Demon prompted Marzio to turn on his back and ran his hands over the smooth chest. "Ready for whatever comes next?"
The Angelian nodded, slightly disturbed by the way his body stirred at each stroke.
"Good. Now, just hold still and keep focusing. There's no need to respond, understood?"
He moaned as Ignis ran his thumbs over his nipples, pressing a little. "What about you?"
"Oh, don't worry. We'll get to that part later. For now, you are my only concern; and I intend to make you feel this as much as possible. Close your eyes!"
He obeyed the order automatically, even if it was given on the softest tone possible. He was experiencing Ignis' authoritarian side tonight, and the swiftness of his reaction to the prince's command scared him a little. During the whole time he had spent in the army, he had never obeyed orders with such precision.
The slim fingers were replaced by a warm mouth, and Ignis was soon licking Marzio's exposed torso, occasionally using his teeth to enhance the sensations. He seemed to remember all the sensitive spots he had discovered during their first night of lovemaking, and took full advantage of this. Marzio's groans grew deeper, and his erection was painfully restrained in his trousers. But he was determined to let Ignis have his way, and see where it would lead.
All too soon he was drowning in a sea of pure delight. He was warm, and comfortable, and flustered, and nothing else mattered anymore. Just his lover and the profound bliss he was receiving from the young prince.
Lush lips captured his mouth again, and they began the kisses once more.
Marzio arched his body up a little, but the prince pushed him back down and pinned him to the sofa with the weight of his body. He rubbed against him, and the Angelian finally caught hold of the long hair, forcing Ignis' mouth away from him long enough to gasp some air before he suffocated. The Demon moved his mouth to Marzio's neck, sucking gently at the tender skin. Marzio bit his lip; he was going mad just from the sensual foreplay. "Mmm... Don't stop..."
He felt the Demon murmur against his skin, his right hand now trailing the front of his trousers, stroking him through the material. He let out a small whimper, and was soon silenced by the moist mouth pressed down on his, tongue slipping inside, slowly stroking, exploring every inch of him it could reach. By the time Ignis let go, Marzio's lips were swollen.
The Demon ran a finger over his lover's temple and brow, then down his cheeks to finally land on the oversensitive skin of his mouth. Marzio flinched. It stung, but he did not pull away.
"You opened your eyes," Ignis playfully scolded him.
"Yes. I had to see your face. I was beginning to think I was dreaming."
The prince's fingers closed his eyelids again, his words reassuring. "I know it's difficult, but try to hold on a little longer. Now comes the pleasant part."
Marzio heaved a sigh. If the 'pleasant part' was still to come, what had Ignis been doing so far? And exactly how long were they going to be able to keep this up?
Ignis was aroused as well, but he refused to let his self-control slip. He was planning to make up for all the lost nights, for every little pain he had involuntarily caused his beloved.
Marzio became aware that his trousers had been removed only when the chilly air touched his heated skin. But he paid no attention to the cold; his whole body was on fire, and Ignis was now exploring the tender skin of his inner thighs, nuzzling and grazing with great care, as if taking care not to break a precious porcelain figure. He reached out a hand to fondle Marzio's testicles, cupping their heaviness and pulling gently at them to prolong his lover's pleasure. He ran a finger up the burning erection begging for his attention
"Ohh..." the general groaned at the touch.
Wanting to hear more of the sensual noises Marzio was making, Ignis guided the hard member to his lips, hungry to taste his lover's passion. He took the head into his mouth, resisting the sudden urge to go down on his lover without warning. He wanted to see just how much the Angelian was able to take before finally giving in.
Marzio's word exploded, thousands of colours dancing before his eyes, his sight washed away by the ecstasy of Ignis' lips surrounding his burning flesh. He groaned deeply, and thrust his hips up. He wanted more of that exquisite warmth and euphoria. "Yes... take me..."
But Ignis would not have any of it. He grabbed his pelvis bones, gently pushing his hips down and holding him in place, determination evident on his face as he resumed his previous task without unwanted interruptions. This time, he leaned down and drew his tongue across the tip.
Talking a deep breath, he decided to gift his lover with a special treatment. It had been some time since he had last done this, and Marzio was certainly larger than all his previous male companions. But he knew it was worth a try, and the tempting sight before him only served to push on his decision. He took his lover back in his mouth, this time moisturizing the flesh with hungry licks of his tongue, closing and sliding his lips down on the slippery surface. He fought to control the gag reflex, swallowing Marzio's member, inch by inch, until he could feel the head kissing the back of his throat. Satisfied with himself, he started moving, caressing his lover over-sensitive flesh with the wet softness of his throat. Marzio's moans became whimpers and he began thrusting his hips, grabbing Ignis' red hair in a tight, almost painful grip. The Demon didn't seem to mind, instead he took it as encouragement and began to suck faster, swirling his tongue around the head, grazing his teeth along the length. Yes, it had been a very long time since he had last done this; but there were things that once learnt, at next try they came almost naturally.
'And come it will!' He had to refrain from laughing as he caught up the pun in his thoughts. His lover writhed underneath him, trying to break free from the confining grip Ignis had on the strong hips, to thrust deeper into his mouth. But that would be too easy, and Ignis had no intentions of hurrying things up. So he continued his motions, still pinning the general down on the sofa.
Marzio felt every nerve of his body go on fire. He wanted, needed more of that heat, he wanted it to embrace his body forever. But such a thing was not possible; he was being drawn slowly but securely over the brink by the chords of his lover's skills.
"Gods... more... more!" he cried out, giving up on thrusting upwards and pulling his lover's head down instead.
The prince nearly choked, so he let go of the blond's hips and pulled his hands away from his hair, tearing a few strands in the process but honestly not giving a damn about it. He held down Marzio's wrists, and allowed the Angelian's hips to move up in time with the movements of his mouth.
Soon Marzio's groans were loud enough to be easily heard down the corridor, had anyone been listening. Nearly sobbing, he finally clenched his teeth and hissed, digging his fingers into Ignis' soft shoulders as he climaxed in a gasp of air.
Ignis waited until his lover had relaxed before he swallowed thickly and released him, leaning on one of Marzio's thighs while he caught his breath again. Once he regained his normal pulse, he finally pulled back, licking his lips, as Marzio reached out to stroke the tender face. "That was incredible," he whispered.
Ignis chuckled. "You didn't think I had it in me, eh?"
He was right. Marzio hadn't. "Where did you learn how to do this?"
"The Monastery. Since there's no stopping a bunch of horny teenagers when they find themselves in a confined space, the instructors always closed an eye on what was going on in the bedrooms. As long as we were there for classes and training and nobody got hurt, it was all right. True, that was six years ago and I am a little out of practice..."
Marzio made a face. "Out of practice, huh? In that case, I swear I won't get anywhere near you when you get back in shape."
The prince gave way to a stream of laughter, and Marzio could not help but join him. He knew there was no way he could keep this particular promise; not when the temptation was too great even for him.
Ignis finally managed to regain his composure. "So, did I manage to convince you there is no reason for you to be jealous?" he asked seriously.
Ignis' concern made Marzio feel ashamed of his own stupidity. "Very much so. Though it had nothing to do with what you did to me just a moment ago. But what about you? You didn't..."
A malicious grin spread on the prince's face, making Marzio shudder involuntarily. "No, I did not. But I do not recall having said I was done with you for the rest of the night."