Heart of Gold and Fists of Steel (dragovianknight) wrote in fictunes, @ 2008-02-08 22:41:00 |
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[Dragon Quest VIII] Its Own Reward, Marcello/Angelo, not worksafe
Title: Its Own Reward
Fandom: Dragon Quest VIII
Character/Pairing: Marcello/Angelo
Rating: Not Worksafe
Warnings: *points at pairing* Templarcest, mild bondage
Music: Cinerama - "Tie Me Up"
Summary: Angelo gets an unexpected reward for good behavior.
Angelo hesitated outside the door of Marcello's office, gathering his courage. It won't be anything too dreadful, he told himself. If he were really angry, he'd have had me dragged down to the dungeons, not summoned to his office.
The thought did little to quell his uneasiness, particularly when Marcello didn't respond to his knock immediately. He had nearly convinced himself the summons was a mistake when Marcello called for him to enter.
"You sent for me, Captain?" The words nearly caught in his throat when he saw the scowl twisting his brother's features, and for a horrible moment he thought Marcello must know the part he had played in the escape of the prisoners.
"Indeed. Lock the door."
Angelo turned to obey, and Marcello was on him, hands on his shoulders and head bowed close to his ear. "It has been a trying day," he murmured, voice too low for Angelo to tell if there was a threat behind the words or not. "Those prisoners escaped, you know."
"Escaped?" Angelo hoped the tremor in his voice could be taken as surprise. "Your guard is water-tight, everyone knows that."
"Who knows what sort of creatures they were allied with; we must not have captured them all." Marcello's hands tightened, and Angelo found himself drawn back, away from the door, pulled tightly enough against his brother that he could feel Marcello's erection through his uniform. "The Templar guarding the cells was found asleep. He'll be punished, of course."
"Of course." He could sense Marcello's anticipation of that punishment, and began to hope it meant Marcello wanted him for something other than assuaging his temper. Hope made him daring; he twisted in Marcello's grip, turned until he could see Marcello's face. The scowl had eased somewhat, though the green eyes were still dark and stormy enough to send fear prickling down Angelo's spine.
"And I'm sure you know nothing of what happened."
"You know where my loyalties lie."
Marcello's lips twisted into a mockery of a smile. "With yourself, despite my best efforts." His hands shifted, the leather of his gloves warm and soft against Angelo's neck; Angelo swallowed hard, and knew his brother must have seen his fear. "I did not expect my men to find you in the Abbey, despite my orders. I am...pleasantly surprised." Thumbs pressed against the underside of Angelo's jaw, tipping his face up; lips brushed Angelo's cheek and sent a shudder through him. "Such obedience deserves a reward."
The words were enough to make Angelo shudder again, and he didn't resist when Marcello pushed him down onto the floor and knelt beside him, hands deft and sure on his uniform, stripping him bare; didn't question when Marcello pulled his hands behind his back and bound them there with the black ribbon taken from Angelo's hair.
"Make no sound." Marcello's own voice was barely a whisper.
Angelo nodded to show that he'd heard. He was no stranger to remaining silent even when Marcello was in his most vile moods; he had no doubt he could manage it when the worst his brother seemed to be planning was forcing him to lie on his bound arms.
Marcello kissed him, gloved hands caressing Angelo's bare chest, moving down to his stomach while his mouth followed the path they blazed. Angelo felt himself harden - he was used to pleasure at his brother's hands, but it was seldom more than a taste to make the pain bearable, to ensure he couldn't help but come to heel like a trained hound - and it was all he could do not to whine in the back of his throat when his brother's hand wrapped around him.
He must have made some noise despite his best efforts, because the thumb of Marcello's free hand dug into the hollow of his hip in warning. "No sound," he reminded, breath ghosting hot and damp across Angelo's stomach. Then his mouth moved lower, and dear Goddess, Marcello had never done this to him before, though he must have learned such skill with lips and tongue somewhere.
The air seemed to thicken around them, until Angelo could only drag it in with effort, rasping in his throat. He wanted, desperately, desperately, to focus on what Marcello was doing, but instead he could only subdue the sounds trying to escape, breathe fast and shallow until he was light-headed, and Marcello, Marcello was...
His hips bucked up against his will, fighting Marcello's hold, and he came, spilling across his own belly, his teeth digging into his lip as he fought to stay silent. He wasn't sure he succeeded, blood pounding in his ears and shadows encroaching on his vision while his body shuddered with release.
Marcello's hands left him, and he lay panting, wondering if the ragged breaths counted as disobedience. Then he dared to open his eyes, and found Marcello standing, smiling down at him.
"And again I am pleasantly surprised," he said, bending to pull Angelo into a sitting position. The ribbon binding his arms fell away with a single tug, making Angelo aware of the ache in his shoulders, the tingling in his hands. "Do you think you can surprise me a third time?"
Marcello's hands were already busy unfastening his trousers, and in this, Angelo knew what was expected of him. He shifted to his knees. "If I do, do I get a reward?"
"Obedience is its own reward," Marcello said, but his hand reached down, combing gently through Angelo's hair, and when Angelo leaned into the caress, he did not pull away.