(I apologize in advance. This is my first lemon/sex scene ever and I have no idea what I'm doing. Partly due to lack of sensual inexperience in writing and in life and also because I just never felt inclined to make these kinds of stories. But there is a SEVERE lack of Marcurio smut and I felt that needed to be remedied. Read and review, and if ya want, leave a pairing request and I'll see what my muse inspires.)
(Also, am I the only one who thinks Marcurio could be Bi?)
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By the Nine, it was hot. Steam wafted up from the vents in the floor and those set into the walls, filling the hallways and corridors with a thin sheen of water that coated anything it touched. The rush of water through the pipes was a let down, because the steam heated it to boiling proportions so there was no way to escape the heat unless they got out of the ruin. Which wasn't saying much because it was below freezing outside.
Death by heat stroke or hypothermia? Decisions, decisions.
The creak of Dwemer automatons could be heard here and there, and Aaliyah rose an eyebrow in confusion as one of the spider scuttled towards her and she flinched, aiming a well-placed kick with her steel-toed Netch leather boots, denting the face and cracking the glass dome on top, loosening the soul gem and sending it into the shadows.
"Don't get too far ahead," came a voice from the left and dark brown eyes glared at the other Imperial, but Marcurio only smirked in response.
"It would be easy to get lost is all, and you're not exactly a master of navigation."
Aaliyah turned a corner, completely ignoring her friend. She and Marcurio had been traveling together almost a full year now, and not once did Aaliyah regret the choice of hiring the wizard when she'd first arrived in Skyrim. She was looking for adventure but didn't want to be alone, but was also inexperienced and knew having capable back up was a must-have if she were to survive. Sure, Marcurio was a smart-mouthed know-it-all but the man knew exactly what he was doing.
Especially as he blasted a bandit who'd been hiding nearby with a bolt of lightening that sent the Redguard flying. Aaliyah snickered and looted the corpse, taking the lock picks for herself and giving the two flawless sapphires to Marcurio. He'd been hoarding precious stones lately, claiming he "knew-a-guy-who-knew-a-guy" who could triple the profit of them.
A skill that Aaliyah was all too familiar with. As the new Guild Master of the Thieves Guild, she was well versed in fenced items and turning a profit.
The woman sighed, running a hand through her sun-streaked brown hair. She was tired, the two having been hunting for a special dagger that Rune had been assigned to swipe but had lost in a skirmish. She desperately wanted a drink; water, beer, even that nasty Black-Briar Mead sounded alright. Despite being strong with the guild, Aaliyah did not like Maven or her family. Hemming was a complete tyrant, Ingun was a morbid, stuck-up bitch that cared only about her alchemy, and Sibbi was a great big bag of dicks.
Abruptly, she remembered hearing a story about Sibbi and his romantic conquests. The women he'd bring home while Maven was out, and the two times she's seen him (before he was arrested) going into Haelga's bunkhouse with a bottle of high-quality stamina potion.
"Marcurio," Aaliyah sped up to walk beside her companion.
"Hmm?" The man was engrossed in a book about the mechanics of Dwemer centurions and didn't respond immediately.
"How old were you when you lost your virginity?"
Marcurio turned to stare at her, eyebrow raised. "Excuse me?"
Aaliyah chuckled, "How old were you the first time you had sex?"
Marcurio's mouth opened slightly; were they really having this conversation? In the middle of ruin? Of all the random...
"If you must know, I had just celebrated my seventeenth year. I had too much to drink, and one thing led to another with a barmaid."
Aaliyah smiled, "That's not too young."
Marcurio's eyes slid over her face, "And you?"
"Huh?" Aaliyah's head snapped up so fast that her neck cracked. "Me what?"
"How old were you the first time?"
Aaliyah's smile was slow, soft, and just a teensy bit evil, and Marcurio watched as she waltzed off down a set of stairs, hands clasped behind her back as she hummed "The Dragonborn Comes" to herself.
...
Okay, now it was bothering him. Had she been really young? Was it without her consent? Was she still a virgin?
But those questions were for another time, because as soon as Aaliyah had turned the corner, the Imperial female screamed so loud that it reverberated off the walls and through the hollow metal lying on the ground, amplifying the sound further until Marcurio's ears were ringing.
But off he went, vaulting over a water pipe and into a throng of Falmer, who were happily going at Aaliyah with staffs and arrows. Oh, but she was on it, stabbing one straight through its neck and hacking at another until it gave out a guttural cry of pain and died. Two others went after Marcurio, and he hit them with magic while Aaliyah fired up a healing spell for him, removing the burn from one of the enchanted Falmer staffs
All the noise attracted more of the creatures and soon, the duo was up against a dozen or so Falmer, and both were running low on energy. Marcurio was about to suggest they try to make a break for it when Aaliyah's eyes began to glow.
No really, they were literally glowing.
She stepped in front of her companion, dagger sheathed, and as the enemy regrouped and came at her as a unit, she let out a cry that shook the very room: "Rii Vaaz Zol!"
A pulse of purple energy shot from the woman and slammed into the four closest Falmer, whose souls were ripped from their bodies and locked into the soul gems that rested in Aaliyah's satchel. After a few heartbeats, the creatures turned against the brethren and it gave Marcurio and Aaliyah the chance they needed to get to safety.
He took off first, grabbing one of the straps on Aaliyah's armor and dragging her back until she followed. They ran past the fray, ducking around walls and broken centurions and pillars until the noise of battle dimmed to silence, and finally, after what seemed like nearly an hour, they stopped.
Aaliyah's heart pounded to the point where she thought it would burst and Marcurio was laughing from exertion. They were covered in sweat, dirt, and the blood of their enemies as well as their own.
"I need to get this off of me," Aaliyah groaned as she wiped the blood from her neck. "If we can bust open a pipe I can-" Aaliyah seemed to have forgotten the whole conversation because she was suddenly busy trying to climb an automaton with a glittering dagger stuck between its shoulder joints.
Marcurio watched as she cursed and tugged at the weapon, standing close in case she fell. With an ear-grating screech of metal-on-metal, the dagger came loose and fell to the ground. But Aaliyah merely sat on the Dwemer automaton, eyes turned towards where they'd just come from. No doubt she was waiting for the Falmer to come back.
Marcurio chuckled, "If these ruins frighten you, take comfort in the knowledge that I am here." Aaliyah's smile got him smiling too as they laughed.
"What frightens me is how long it'll take to get out of here. I also am in fierce need of a bath." Aaliyah looked up at the water pipes latched to the ceiling and made a small 'hmm'. "Maybe I can make I can freeze the pipes to cool down the water so it doesn't scald us to death. I know I have some of the snowberry and mint soap that I ordered from the Khajiit, in my bag."
So that's what they did. Aaliyah stabbed multiple holes into the pipe above them and then used the Thuu'um to freeze the pipes, turning the boiling hot water into a less-deadly, tepid stream that fell like rain.
Marcurio was first, since he had blood on his face and in his hair, and he gratefully accepted a fresh set of robes and a bar of soap before Aaliyah sat on the floor as a guard, facing away from the man as he bathed.
Aaliyah decided she was too dirty to wait and used the pipe some feet away, partially hidden by a broken door, quickly stripping and allowing the slightly colder water to rush over her skin. Goosebumps popped up all over we body and her nipples hardened in the chill. She shivered violently before issuing flames to heat the water a bit. Her Thu'um had been too strong and she'd nearly frozen the pipes completely.
"So," Marcurio said, rinsing the sweat and Falmer blood from his skin. "You never answered my question."
Aaliyah kept her back to him, lathering the second soap bar in her hand. "I know."
"I'm waiting," he said after a few seconds.
"If you must know," she chuckled, quoting him, "I am a virgin."
Marcurio paused in his washing. He knew it was possible, but still surprised. "Oh,"
"Too many horror stories," she continued. "Never heard a story of bedding someone the first time where it wasn't agonizing."
She suddenly had an image of his hands on her and Aaliyah's face splashed with color. She didn't deny that she was maddeningly attracted to the wizard, but neither one of them had attempted to enter that territory. But she couldn't help but wonder...what would be like with him?
"I heard the same things when I was younger, but, and excuse me if it's too much information, I have also hear that if the man knows what he's doing, it won't be horrible the first time. But I'm a man myself, so I don't know."
Aaliyah ran her soap covered hand through her hair, wincing as her fingers ran over a lump from the initial fall she'd taken upon entering the ruin. She scrubbed the grime from her body until the sweet scent of snow berries lingered. She used a gentle flame to dry herself and covered her body with a clean, soft robe. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she had never been interested in relationships and those kind of things; she was too busy saving the damn world. She cursed the blood in her veins, wondering why she was the one who had to be Dovahkiin. Why couldn't she be a normal woman?
"Because then you wouldn't be you," Marcurio said, and Aaliyah looked up to see the man leaning against a pillar under a steam vent to dry himself and she realized she'd spoken out loud.
"But it isn't what I want." The words suddenly came out like dirty water, and she was unable to stop herself. "I want to be normal! I want to have fun and do mundane things! I want to have sex and be around people but I can't! Being the Dragonborn is dangerous! Anyone who gets close to me gets hurt or killed! I'm scared of the pain these things cause! I'm not as strong as everyone thinks I am! I'm afraid, Marcurio. I am fucking terrified!"
The man watched her for a while after she's stopped speaking, their eyes locked. She was angry, tired, and judging from the gleam in her eyes and flush of her cheeks, sexually frustrated.
"What would you do first?" He asked. "If you could give up being the Dragonborn, what would be the first thing you did?"
Aaliyah's eyes glanced around, like she was thinking. "Go to a tavern, get drunk, and find someone to bed me."
"Why?"
"Because I want to know what it-"
Marcurio shook his head, "No, I mean why get drunk?"
"So it doesn't hurt...?" Aaliyah tilted her head. "That's what scares me. Being in pain. Any pain. Emotional, physical."
"I've seen you get stabbed and you were fine," he moved to sit beside her. "Though I do understand what you mean." Aaliyah mumbled to herself in the dragon tongue and Marcurio chuckled.
"What if I showed you?" His voice was neutral, calm.
Aaliyah looked up, "Show me what?"
"That it doesn't have to hurt." Something flared to life inside of Aaliyah and all thoughts were swept away in a rush of want and need that left her breathless. Images burst into her head, things that she'd imagined from what she heard from others. People in taverns and bars often spoke of their sexual conquests in great detail and now all of those stories were materializing into a giant 'what-if?'.
His voice dropped an octave and a shiver ran up Aaliyah's spine, "But only if you want to. I assume you would feel more at ease with someone familiar instead of a stranger."
There was a few seconds of silence, and the way Aaliyah looked up at him through her eyelashes was damn sexy. "Show me."
...
Marcurio had never been one to develop affections for either sex, though he had bedded both at one point or another.
But Aaliyah was different.
It wasn't love, no, not at all. It was affection for the closest thing he'd ever had or would have to a best friend, and he'd be damned if he allowed her to experience some of the more delicate and frightening things in life by herself. Let alone with a stranger. Okay, so maybe he was a little possessive. But that was because, as strong as she was, Aaliyah was naïve and lacked some forms of common sense. So if she needed help, he's be there.
But he suddenly found himself wanting this not just for practical reasons, but because he wanted her. Aaliyah wasn't beautiful, or the kind of woman that would turn heads, but she was attractive. She was lean and athletic, her body defined by tight, slim muscles from all the weapon wielding and fighting she did. Her hips were slim, and her breasts small, but she never seemed to care much for appearance. Aaliyah was all about adventure. Getting dirty and having fun. She could kill a giant with a few arrows, slay a dragon with a well-aimed slash of her blade.
But sex and affection?
She looked so confused at the moment.
Marcurio watched as she bit her lower lip, head turning towards the gate where they'd escaped the Falmer. "Have you ever kissed anyone?"
She smiled and almost laughed, "Yes."
"Who?" He rose an eyebrow, curious about her reaction to the question. His hand found her robe and he pulled her against him, and she chuckled a bit.
"Tell me," he said, mouth trailing up her neck. She twitched and sighed.
"You can't laugh,"
He inhaled the scent of snowberries and nodded, "I won't."
"It was Lydia."
He pulled away, "Your housecarl?" Aaliyah's face reddened and she nodded. He lifted her up then, placing her on top of a fallen pillar so that she was level with him, and they leaned in at the same time; mouths meeting.
Tongue probably wasn't necessary at this point but there was no stopping that; her mouth brushed against his and the tip of her tongue flicked against his lower lip and then he took over from there, pressing against her smaller body as her hands threaded through his still-wet hair, her short blunt nails gently digging into his scalp. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her ankles crossing and keeping him close. They separated and his mouth trailed from her lips to her jawline to her neck, where he nipped and nuzzled, relishing the soft sighs that left Aaliyah's mouth.
On their own accord, her hips shifted, and she desperately wanted any friction she could get, but apparently Marcurio wasn't going to allow that because he stepped away from her.
Ooh, the little growl that came from her throat was not why he'd expected from the petite Imperial but it sent a shiver of lust running through him and as he pinned her beneath him, he hesitated.
"Are you sure you want-" That was as far as he got before her mouth was on his and her hand palmed his erection. "Aaliyah-!"
Fuck, his voice was so guttural it was almost like he was growling. But that small confident smirk on her face sealed the deal. If he kissed her again, there was no going back. There was some other force driving him now, this was not just about sex or taking her virginity; this was something cosmic that he didn't question.
Mine, he thought.
That fucking robe didn't stand a chance. Jacking up onto his heels, he gripped the lapels and split the navy fabric right down the front, baring her breasts to his eyes and the hot air. In response, she arched gently and moaned- and that was it: He was on her mouth with his and down to her core with his hand. He was slow, easing into the touches so he didn't scare her, but Aaliyah was into it as much as he was, hips rolling as his thumb stroked the small bundle of nerves at the top. Gods above, she was so ready for him, slick and soft and just as desperate, given the way her thighs sawed together.
"Marcurio-" Her voice was absolutely wrecked and they hadn't even gotten to the main event yet.
"I'll go slow." He said against her mouth. He shifted himself and his cock rubbed against the hot, wet center of her and oh, fuck...he nearly came. Not just because it had been so long since he'd been with anyone, but because it was her.
Aaliyah thrust up with her hips at the same time he eased into her, shoving him all the way in to the hilt. Aaliyah went utterly rigid and hissed venomously, and Marcurio bit back a groan, the penetration utterly and irrevocable complete. She was right as fucking bowstring and as hot as the steam on the room, but damn-
"Aaliyah, what the he-"
She winced and let out a laugh, "Don't know. Just want you."
He kissed her again, giving her a few seconds to adjust to the invasion, and then he rolled his hips experimentally against hers and she whimpered, head going back and nails digging into the hard stone beneath them.
Fire lanced through her veins, the pain liking to a slow burn that began to morph into something else that she couldn't describe. And it only increased as Marcurio suddenly shifted into a sitting position and took her with him, her legs parting over his so she was straddling his lap.
She seemed confused for a second so he guided her hips gently with his hands, and she took over from there, grinding her pelvis and getting more of that hot, delicious friction that she craved. Marcurio dragged her closer, mouth brushing against hers and then pressing small nips to her neck and throat, one of his hands drifting down to stroke her clit while she rode him.
Annnnnnnnnd there was that little growl again.
He moaned as her body tightened around his cock but she slowed, like her body was ready but her mind couldn't assimilate what was happening.
"Marcurio-"
"Let it happen," he groaned, "you're about to come. Focus."
Aaliyah's vision darkened for a second as the get else to a crescendo and then suddenly, the world exploded: colors burst into front of her eyes and she gasped sharply, her body tensing, and Marcurio reversed them again, thrusting in deep and pulling slowly, and her name left his mouth as his own orgasm came, the pleasure shooting up his spine and nailing him in the back of the head.
Total. Silence. The world was gone and nothing mattered.
After a few moments, Aaliyah let out a giggle and Marcurio rose and eyebrow at her in confusion.
"What?"
She bit her lower lip and smiled, "Can we do that again?"
He laughed, groaning a bit as he pulled away from the warmth of her body. "I think we should bathe, first. And get the hell out of this gods-forsaken ruin. I want to cart some of this stuff and send it to Cyrodiil for study."
Aaliyah nodded, "Bath first."
He smiled and helps her up, pressing his lips to hers once more, "Bath first."
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The end! Was it good? PLEASE TELL ME!
