A/N: Well you know all you need to know about the time setting… You know Sin is really around his eighties, and you know Sin wants Cicero pinned under him, screaming in pleasure. Hopefully anyway, but if you didn't you do now. Cicero never answered Sin's question about why he lusts after a creature of Night. Well that was your recap of chapter one. On with the story!
Warning: There's a segment that will look like this: 'blah', it's just a dream segment of the story.
Disclaimer: My ducky says I own nothing.
Title: Dancing With the Jester Of Death
Chapter Two: Passion or Pain?
(After Sin wakes up)
Sin's rust colored eyes shot open and he restrained the cry of pain that had been upon his lips. Instead a strangled noise echoed of the dark walls of his room, the candles beginning to drown on their own wax. Slowly Sin stood, How long had he slept? Getting up Sin pulled on his Dark Brotherhood robes, deciding to wash his regular armor before wearing it again, he even pulled his cloak over his robes.
Walking out of his room he noticed how empty the room seemed to be, everyone was either sleeping, or they were out on missions. All of them except Cicero, that is.
"Hello Listener! The Listener has not slept long, is something wrong? Someone need to be stabbed?" Cicero's loud greeting made the tall Vampire jump, having not noticed the other man walking about. Sin blinked his tired eyes at the Jester.
"Cicero would you like to go with me on a hunt?" Sin had no idea why he even asked not sure where the words even came from. Sithis was laughing at him from the Void, he knew it. Cicero's eyes lit up, the already insane look becoming highlighted by the joy shining from the mad man. Sin mentally kicked him self, him alone with Cicero was not a good thing.
"Why yes kind Listener, Cicero would be honored!" Cicero sang as he danced around Sin. Sin just lowered his head and mentally kicked himself harder. His eyes followed the movement around him, before Sin could do anything stupid; he peeled his eyes from Cicero's body. Walking out of the Sanctuary via secret entrance and then out to the wilds they crept.
Sin halted in his tracks and let out a soft chuckle, the light of the full moon, making his almost skeletal frame look ghostly. He looked at Cicero with a predators gaze, making the Jester's spine tingle with anticipation.
"Wait here, Keeper, I'll be back after I've finished with the Saber up ahead." Sin slinked off ahead and Cicero stayed put obediently, waiting for his Listener to return.
A Low moan brought Cicero to attention, was his kind and sweet Listener hurt? Disobeying his orders Cicero crept forward, making as little noise as he possibly could. He spotted movement and stopped, the Saber was dead but Sin was lying on his side, holding onto him self like he was in pain.
"Is the Listener alright?" Cicero asked creeping forward, until he was within arms reach of the Listener. Slowly the Listener sat up, his rust colored eyes blinking slowly. Cicero knew that the listener would need to feed on the blood while it was warm, but did not know how the Listener would feed off his kill.
"Cicero? I thought I told you to stay back. Oh Sithis, my head hurts." Sin groaned holding his head between his hands. Sin looked at the Saber's body before just laughing.
"You know, that Saber managed to throw me into the tree it's lying next to. It hurt like hell. Can I see your dagger Cicero?" Sin held out a hand his eyes glued to his kill not wishing to let his blood thirst get his Keeper killed. Cicero handed over the small blade, not thinking much of the request.
Sin's eyes glowed with a bright delight as he cut into the neck of the Saber. Not thinking as he sat the blade next to him and leaned down to get at the blood seeping from the gash. Sin also hadn't thought of the hunters that had made their way toward town.
"Monster!" One screeched as the stumbled onto the scene, Sin's head snapped up and his once rust colored eyes now a full blown glowing crimson. Cicero shot up to grab his dagger to kill them for disturbing his Listener, but Sin grabbed his arms.
"I'll take care of them; kill the ones that try to escape." Sin was no longer in a human state of mind; he was in a blood haze and currently didn't care if they died by his thirst or his hands.
Sin stood and the hunters now faltered, their notched arrows clattering to the ground. One turned to run but Sin cooed to them, and they stopped and froze blinking as their eyes became glassy. Cicero was enthralled by the show; he'd never seen Sin use his abilities and had thought that Listener deprived himself of the pleasure of the hunt. Now Cicero knew he was wrong.
"Come now, my child, do I truly look a monster to you?" Sin's dark silky voice cooed to the hunters and one man actually shook his head and moved forward.
"Forgive me, Sir, I…" And his voice faded as he blinked the glassy look fading out. Sin's blood stained lips pulled into a smirk, he knew he shouldn't play with his food but truly, he was board.
"Come to me." Sin whispered he no longer had the skeletal frame, having feed from a fresh kill just moments before. His voice forced the man to move, his body disobeying his mind. Sin let his control over the man's mind slip away completely, now the man would try to fight, but his body would not cooperate with him. This was where the true fun lied.
"What in Oblivion are you doing!?" The hunter cried, trying to fight against the control Sin had over him, but failed miserably. Cicero actually giggled as the other was released fully from Sin's control and the idiot tried to run for the Village. Cicero stopped him easily, having fun slashing the poor man to bitts. Sin just chuckled as he heard the screams of Cicero's kill. The hunter before him tried even more desperately to run, even beginning to beg for his life.
"Please don' kill me! I swear by the Eight that I'll not tell a soul!" The man for a moment thought he had a chance, Sin let his eye soften to look almost human, and he smiled sweetly. Then he brought his hand up to the man's chin making him tilt his head back to look him in the eyes. He was leaning down and his face was so close to the other man's Cicero thought he might just kiss the hunter, which made Cicero's blood boil, that was HIS Listener.
"I may have let you go if you had sworn by the Nine, for I believe in mighty Talos, and besides your word has no meaning since you would turn around and cry wolf anyway." Sin shrugged casually before letting his control slip away completely. The man bolted but before Cicero could move Sin had the man pinned to a near by tree.
"Please!" The man screamed again, but this time Sin didn't reply to the plea, he just grabbed the man's hair and pulled his head back and bit into the soft flesh of the exposed neck. Sin almost moaned, it had been so long since he'd had a taste of human blood, and animal blood could only take him so far. His whole body shivered when he had finally drained the hunter completely.
"Damn it." He groaned, stumbling away from the dead body. He leaned against a tree and panted, his whole body looked vary normal, his eyes fading to their normal color that helped mask his Vampire blood, a steel grey he had always had before being turned. Cicero crept forward and noticed that Sin's whole frame was shaking.
"I'm a bloody fool! Why in Oblivion did I hunt so close to town? The risk! And then playing with the prey?!" Sin slid down the tree to sit in the snow, not really caring about the cold. Cicero just cocked his head to the side and looked at his Listener in curiosity, the man looked so much better when his form was filled out the way it should be, and his eyes that cold calculating shade of grey.
"Listener, why be upset when you can dispose of the evidence?" Cicero asked his whole figure covered in blood splatter, he crept toward the Listener until he stood in front of the sitting man. Sin looked up at the Jester, his pale lips were blood red and some blood had dribbled down to his chin.
Cicero had no idea why he did it but he leaned down and licked the small trial to the full lips. Sin froze in shock and let the Jester lick the blood on his lips, not sure what to do, but he couldn't resist the growing heat between his legs for long.
Sin pushed on Cicero's chest, separating the man from him. Sin stood and turned to the tree and rested his head on it digging his nails into the bark. He didn't know if he could control himself, he may be an Assassin, but he still had a conscience and if he accidently turned Cicero he'd kill himself and leave Babette his ashes. Cicero whined and pouted behind Sin, before getting a wickedly insane idea.
"Cicero knows how stressed the Listener is, perhaps, Listener needs to relax?" Cicero said a grin sitting proudly on the Imperials lips. Then Sin could feel the other press against his back and hands trialing up his front. He swallowed hard the copper taste on his tongue going unnoticed for the time being.
"Cicero," Cicero shivered at the sound of his name floating on the Listener's voice, "Stop. I can't control myself forever." Sin continued, not knowing how he'd managed not to pin the Imperial to the tree and take him then and there.
Cicero just chuckled behind him and blew on the Vampires ear, after licking the shell. Sin groaned he wanted to pin Cicero under him and ravish the Imperial, but knowing his own luck he'd end up turning the Fool of Hearts.
"Listener, Cicero would gladly..." Cicero couldn't continue as Sin spun around grabbed him and pinned him to the snow covered ground. Sin's steely grey eyes were high lighted by streaks of red, and the man's lips rested gently on the pulse point of Cicero's neck. A low rumbling chuckle escaped Sin, before he gently nipped Cicero pulse point, careful not to break skin.
"Cicero must listen to what the Listener has to say, understood my precious Keeper?" Sin whispered against the skin of the Keepers throat, Cicero was shivering with pleasure, the danger was intoxicating but he nodded his head.
"I can't do what you want, if my control was to slip for the slightest second, I could injure, turn or even kill you. The Mother needs her Keeper, and what I desire is of no importance next to Mother's needs." Sin let the hand not holding Cicero's hands above the Jester's head trial down to the other man's hips.
Sin pulled away from Cicero quickly picking up the hunter's corpse and walking to the coast that was near by, avoiding going near the town of Dawnstar. Cicero picked up the hunter he'd killed as well, following after his Listener in a slight haze.
Sin slipped back into the Sanctuary after dumping the bodies into the water of the sea, glad to see Slaughter fish chow down on the fresh meat.
Nazir was sitting at the table and Babette was trying to get him to do something or another when they both became silent when they saw that Sin now looked ordinary and Cicero was following him like a whipped puppy.
"So what you snack on this time, another bunny?" Babette teased, Sin just rolled his eyes at the 'child's' antics.
"If you really want to know, Babette, a Snow Saber and one hunter that stuck his nose where it didn't belong." Sin said casually, knowing it had been a blood haze but he still felt sick. The hunter had not offered his life, so Sin should never have fed from him.
Sin just slinked over to his room, ignoring everyone else, no longer in the mood to deal with anyone. Human or otherwise. When he got to his room he just shed his cloak and let it fall to the floor and pulled off his robe top, leaving on his hand wraps, boots, and pants. He looked at his bed like it was a traitor.
"There truly is no rest for the wicked is there?" He sighed, but then he heard the Mother's voice, beckoning him to sleep. He knew this time the Night Terrors would not pursue his dreams. Sin crashed onto his pile of furs, curling up in the middle before dozing off.
Cicero watched his Listener for a moment seeing the man as he stripped then glared at his bed muttering something. The Listener cocked his head to the side and seemed to listen to a silent voice before just collapsing onto his fur pile and curling into a ball. Cicero crept into the room and sat next to the Listener's pile of furs.
He didn't know why but he began to softly hum a random tune and soon enough Sin's hand had found its way to Cicero's arm. Looking down in surprise Cicero saw the Vampire had only one eye open and was staring at him intently. Sin's hand tugged Cicero closer.
"Come; if you insist on being that close I might as well let you stay." Sin grumbled pulling the startled Jester onto the pile. Cicero blinked as Sin wrapped protective arms around him, and rested his chin on the top of Cicero's hat. Sin's deep and even breathing now had a stutter to it as Cicero began to hum the strange tune again. Sin let his own voice begin to hum the tune recognizing it from long ago.
Cicero was unsure when he'd drifted off but knew it was before his Listener had, for he remembered drifting in and out hearing that same tune begin hummed by the Vampire. But as his eyes opened the only warmth he could sense was from the fur draped over him. Sitting up the jester could tell that his Listener had left the room, because the once open door was now closed. Cicero wondered where the Listener had gone but didn't have to wait long, as a dark figure stepped out from behind the door thanking some unseen person before turning to Cicero.
His raven hair was pulled back in a braid the reached down to his lower back, his pale skin no longer seemed to glow like a ghost's, and his full lips no longer had blood smeared on them. The Listener's steal grey eyes looked at Cicero before he set a tray of food in front of him.
"I haven't seen you eat anything and you need to, Cicero." Sin looked the Jester in the eyes before lying on his furs next to the Jester, his frame covered by his black cloak. Cicero knew the Listener watched as he picked at the bread and meat on the tray. In all truth Cicero wanted to sate a different hunger altogether.
Sin could scent the lust dancing in the air about his Jester. He tried to breath through his mouth but mentally cursed when that same tang hit his tongue. Slowly Sin sat up, and crawled behind the unsuspecting Jester who was silently picking at his meal. Sin's arms wrapped around Cicero's waist and pulled him between his spread knees, and Sin buried his face in the crook of Cicero's neck. Cicero dropped the chunk of bread he'd pulled off the loaf, looking at the arms wrapped around him in confusion, then his breath hitched when he felt lips on his neck.
"Cicero, do you have any idea what I want to do to you?" Sin whispered, chuckling when he felt the man in his arms shiver. Sin licked the side of his Jester's neck, nipping at the wet skin, and almost moaning when Cicero squirmed and rubbed against him. The groan that slipped past the pale lips of the Listener made Cicero push back against Sin experimentally, pleased when he could feel the other's arousal.
"Cicero has an idea of what Listener wants." Cicero giggled quietly as Sin pressed harder against his back. Sin nipped at the neck in front of him, his hands drifting down the front of Cicero's shirt, stopping at the pants line. Sin's hands clenched and he withdrew from the Keeper.
"You should eat… Cicero, you should truly stop playing with fire before you get burned. I'll pin you to the ground and take everything, please don't tempt me further." Sin stood with his back to Cicero but that didn't mean Cicero couldn't hear the pain in the Listener's voice.
Sin was tearing at his own heart just to keep the only remaining family he had in tact. Sin quickly fled the room, his cloak bellowing out behind him like a set of demonic black wings. Leaving Cicero to sit and blink in confusion and wonder what had just happened.
"You know if you want him he'd let you take him." Babette called out as Sin slipped into the main chamber and sat at the table with Nazir. Sin glared at her, his steal grey flashing and sneered at her.
"Go drain a sewer rat." He barked back at her, his eyes narrowing further as she giggled and trotted off. Nazir just looked up quizzically.
"Now that Babette mentions it why haven't you taken the Little Fool yet?" Nazir asked resting his chin on his folded hands, just so he could look at the Vampire levelly. Sin just coughed, and shifted in his seat, sniffing at the air when he thought he heard the dancing rhythm of his Jester. Nazir just snickered at the enthusiasm the Vampire showed. Sin caught him self and winced.
"It's that obvious then? I'm such an idiot to fall for the Fool of Hearts!" Sin said letting his head fall forward and slam into the table. Nazir just laughed at the other man, and the initiates who jumped at the sudden noise.
"Indeed it is my friend." Nazir said chuckling as Sin lifted his head to reveal the red mark on his forehead.
"Come Nazir, walk with me." Sin said before getting up and walking out of the sanctuary. Sin walked at a steady pace down the shore, heading away from the small town of Dawnstar. Nazir walked next to the tall man, keeping the quick pace easily. Sin slowed to a stop and stood looking out to the sea. Nazir stood and waited.
"I've never talked about my self, do you ever get curious?" Sin asked his hands folded behind his back as he sun began to set, Sin in all aspects did not care if he hurt like hell, he'd run in the day if he wanted to. One reason he favored the heavy black cloak he always wore. Nazir blinked as he stared out to the sea, looking at Sin out of the corner of the eye. Sin turned his gaze back out to the sea.
"I've wondered but why do you ask?" Nazir asked back, his arms crossed over his chest, looking over at Sin and waiting. After a while Nazir gave up and didn't expect an answer, so when Sin finally decided to answer it startled the Redguard.
"I have no idea." Sin stated looking at the warrior, his eyes betraying how tired he felt. Nazir found himself nodding; he truly wanted to know more about the mostly silent man that was for some reason was vary talkative the past week. Sin sighed before walking to some rocks and gesturing for Nazir to join him.
"Before anything I was a farm boy. I'd been raised to tend the land to feed my family. I was turned maybe a week after I'd stepped into my twenty-fifth year of life. My father had disapeared and I was looking for a way to help my younger sister. She was sick, I knew so little, I was just a naive young man who believed people would do the right thing. I was wrong. I went to some alchemists, or at least I had been told that's what they were. In truth they were just some vampires that were looking for their next meal and a young healthy and desperate farm boy was a tasty catch. I managed to stay alive long enough that their leader took an interest in me. He gave me a choice, join them in the Shadows of Night or die." Sin stopped as his mind drifted back to his human life, the pain filled days it took for his Vampirism to take full swing.
Nazir actually looked surprised, how had Sin survived long enough for a Vampire to take interest in him? Nazir noted the glassy look over the Vampires eyes as the Night Stalker stared out over the seas. The last beams of the sun beginning to drown in the sea's waters.
"How did you stay alive that long in a Vampire nest?" Nazir asked, knowing Sin may or may not answer the question.
"I kept telling myself that my sister needed me, that I had to hang in just a little longer and I'd be able to see her again. I was a fool." Sin actually looked like he might cry, "By the time I was able to get strong enough to kill the others, and get back to her she was dead. Most of the house had been burned down and everything was gone. Our live stock, our whole farm destroyed. I left taking up the blade and becoming a hero, but I've lost too many close friends to care anymore. So I changed my name and found a new family." Sin stated looking off into the distance.
"You started out as a farm boy?" Nazir asked just about baffled. He looked at the tall raven haired man that had steel grey eyes and saw a totally different story. Sin just grinned at the response.
"Indeed, a farm boy, then a sell sword, then a Hero. Now I'm an assassin that has an insane and dysfunctional family." Sin just chuckled before stretching. He pulled Nazir to his feet before heading back to the sanctuary.
"You are a mystery, my Listener." Nazir said shaking his head in wonder. Sin just smiled and bowed with a flourish of his cloak. Before they knew it they were back inside the Sanctuary. Sin looked over at the Night Mother's coffin to see Cicero standing there, quietly muttering to himself about one thing or another. Sin wasn't aware that Cicero knew he'd left with Nazir and had followed them.
"It was to keep Listener safe, nothing more. Listener has no interest in the Redguard, but what of the Unchild? No, no not her, then who? Oh, sweet Mother, who does the Listener want?" Cicero muttered quietly, ringing his hands together, he wanted his Listener. If Cicero only knew who Listener wanted.
Sin sat down near Nazir before cursing he quickly stood and started to walk out, pulling the black cloak tight around his shoulders. Everyone in the room cast their glance toward him.
"I'll be back, the Night Mother has told me of yet another contract. There truly is no rest for the wicked." Sin muttered the last part mostly to him self but Cicero heard as he passed by. Cicero looked at the Night Mother then he looked at the retreating form of Sin. Cicero quietly followed his Listener.
Sin stalked the night and he had walked through the forest quite a ways when he stopped, even with his cloak on, the sun would hurt like hell. A shift in the wind and for a split second he thought he could smell that unique scent that hung about his Jester. But he sniffed at the wind again and nothing. Sin's eyes scanned the surrounding forest but no one was there.
"Cicero…" Sin whispered as he looked longingly back toward the sanctuary, seeing lustful images dance in his mind. Shaking his head to clear it he trudged on through the snow, heading south.
Cicero let out a breath he'd held in, he'd nearly been caught. If the Listener was heading south were was he going? Cicero must be careful Listener wasn't safe many people would do his Listener harm when he slept through the day. Cicero crept after the Listener as the taller man forged a path through the forest, on his way to some unknown city or town.
Sin hissed in pain as the sun began to peak over the horizon, he was unsure where to hide, he did not know of any caves nearby. Pulling the cloak tight around him and keeping his head low to try and avoid the sun's light he ran on, looking for a suitable hiding place. Cicero heard the hiss and speed up noticing the Listener's change in pace.
Cicero became concerned for his Listener as the suns rays began to fall over the land, the dawn's pale glow fading into the burning light of day. However, Sin proved his cunning, finding a swallow cave that would serve as his den for the day.
Sin crept to the back and crawled into a small alcove, settling down for the long day ahead. Sin slipped into a restless sleep at some point. The same painful dream that haunted him almost every time he closed hid eyes to rest. Sin doubted there would ever be a day the horrid memory would fade away.
'He laid on the ground writhing in agony as the venom took hold, the pain was excruciating and like nothing he'd ever felt before. The closest thing he could think of that would come close to describing the horrid pain was fire. It felt like fire seared throughout every fiber of his being, and he could have no peace for the pain always kept him conscience.
Laughter, he could hear laughter, the man he'd been bitten by was laughing at his pain. Again. He looked up through the red haze of pain, to see those black eyes staring back at him. Those taunting, arrogant eyes sent him over his limit; his rage quelled the pain for the smallest of moments.
"Bastard!" was all he could hiss before the pain overwhelmed him once more. The man looming over him laughed at him again, before leaning down, placing his hand over the erratic beating of Sin's heart, and all the pain seemed to suddenly stop, all that was left was the dull sweeping ache. But it was a small pain and paled in comparison of the last few days of the fire racing through his veins.
"A bastard I may be, but now you're mine, little Fool of Death." The Vampire Master hissed into the pained man's ear. Sin's whole body froze, he'd been told words like those before, but that meant…
"No… please by the Nine, no." Sin's pleas went to deaf ears, the Master deciding not to even head the request. Sin whimpered as the Master Vampire got closer to him, but out of no where an enraged cry could be heard. The Master withdrew and for a moment Sin lay there with the painful ache, but he had to know what had happened.
Slowly he got up a flaring pain sending him back to the ground. He cried out in agony as he collided with the cold ground. But he could see two people fighting just a few feet away, a Jester in black and red, and the Master. A deep dread settled over him as he saw the Jester, and he had no idea why.
"Behind you!" the warning slipping from his parched throat came too late as one of the others came up and grabbed the Jester. With a sharp turn of the Jester's head, a sickening snap filled the room. Sin let out a howl of sorrow filled agony, its echoes drowning out the snap.'
Sin sat up, almost instantly, his breathing was harsh and quick as if he'd been screaming. He found him self searching the room for the little Jester full of crazy, but blinked as his mind cleared. This dream had been twisted.
Normally all it would hold was the painful turning and the process before hand never after his Master started to laugh. It made him sick to remember what the man had done, what power the man had held just because of that moment of weakness.
Looking at the mouth of the cave, Sin could see that the sun was still high in the clear skies of Skyrim. The Vampire stood up and picked up his two blades and began a deadly dance. He always practiced if he could after an especially bad dream, and this one had been the worst yet. Sin couldn't feel anything but chills at the thought of his old Master anywhere near his Keeper or him for that matter.
A song filled his mind, the one Cicero had hummed while the Jester sat near his pile of furs, and soon the same tune was filling the air around the Vampire as he twirled and danced with his blades. Sin closed his eyes and let the music guide his deadly dance. He began to let his terror and anxiety slip from his shoulders.
Cicero could hear the song the Vampire sung from the shallow cave's entrance, and blinked in surprise. His Listener knew the tune and cared to sing it? Cicero had assumed the Listener was always so quite unless he felt that speech was necessary. Cicero must follow the Listener more often.
Slowly the day bled away, and Sin stopped his training dance. His breath was coming in soft pants, but he was ready to run the next leg of his journey to his contract. He walked to the cave entrance, and looked at the darkening sky, taking in a deep breath, loving the cool clean air, and the slight chill of the passing breeze. Sin's eyes snapped open as he detected the tang in the air, it was his Keeper, there was no mistake, Cicero had to be somewhere near by.
"Cicero! You should know better." Sin muttered to him self, knowing his Keeper would have to be close at least that meant he could protect the man. Sin stretched before moving out of the caves entrance and back out onto Skyrims' rugged landscape. He now kept him self on high alert to try and catch a glance of his little Jester. Cicero didn't make many slip ups, the only thing he had done wrong was relay to much on the wind, the changing breezes would sometimes carry a whiff of his scent.
Sin began to pick up his pace as the sun began to turn the horizon a beautiful sea green, which served as Sin's warning to find cover. Slipping into an actual cave he hid a little ways in investigating for any enemies that might be lurking within. No one there, but a few wolves had made the cave their den. Sin stretched, not wanting to sleep after the last dream he'd had, he wanted to curl up around Cicero again. He sighed and threw down a few furs to serve as a makeshift bed for the night.
"I'm an idiot, and pathetically weak. I can't even will the dreams of terror away." Sin muttered, knowing that his admittance was heard by none, Cicero was probably hiding by the entrance. Sin glared at the make shift bed. He'd feed from the small pack of scraggly wolves, but he had to admit, he still felt like his thirst was unstated. But this thirst didn't feel the same, what in Oblivion was wrong with him? Sin just shook his head and sat down on his furs, and sighed as he stared off into the empty space around him.
"Cicero… My little Jester you'll be my undoing." Sin sighed, lying down on his side and trying to will his dreams away. His steel grey eyes stared at the wall, and slowly he was dragged into a restless sleep. His tossing and turning not going unnoticed, however, Cicero watched from a hidden spot near by, watching in worry. Sin would toss and turn, then curl up as if in pain, then just twitch as a pained hiss escaped his throat.
About midday it seemed to get worse as Sin suddenly began thrashing around letting out screams of utter pain. When the man finally became silent, his whole body shook as if he was terrified; he let out a small groan then shot up shouting.
"Cicero!" Sin screamed out, the cry echoing of the cold walls of the dark cave. Sin sat gasping for a moment, his whole body shaking his eyes wide in horror. Cicero sat in shock in the small crevice he'd hidden in, his Listener had screamed his name, but he was scared, why? What had scared his Listener, how was Cicero involved?
Sin stood up and just shook his head and blinked a few times to clear his head.
"The same dream again? There has to be a reason they've gotten worse, but why would Cicero appear at the end of my turning?" Sin paced the wall, his arms folded behind his back his brow frowned in thought. His eyes still looked tired, his whole body showed just how tired he truly felt. Sin stopped his pacing and looked up.
"Azura, please, please tell me that he is dead and by my hand all those years ago? Please by the Nine and all Daedra Princes, please let him be dead." Sin actually sounded like he was going to start crying, his whole body shook with fear. His eyes stared at the black ceiling of the cave, his arms falling to his sides as he pleaded to the powers higher than him or any man. His Master had held power, power that might have grown after all these years Sin wouldn't stand a chance.
Sin just sighed when he received no answer to his plea. Knowing he shouldn't have even said anything. He sat down knowing it was at the latest mid day he rubbed his eyes sighing in frustration.
"Looks like it will be another training day then." The Vampire got up drew his two Daedric swords and began going through different moves, trying to be quick and light on his feet, falling into a dance of death with an invisible partner.
Cicero watched the Vampire move, reminded of an agile cat, Sin's body moved perfectly, he was quick and flexible, Cicero wanted to touch. Soon Cicero fond himself back at his confused thoughts, who was his Listener talking about? Why was he so scared? Cicero felt his anger flare up, he'd protect his Listener. No harm would befall his kind, sweet Listener, no, no, no! No!
Sin stopped his training, getting tired of not attacking a real breathing thing, he wanted to really train, not fly around stabbing at air. He sighed, knowing Cicero wouldn't blow his cover for fear of his anger. But it was worth a try right?
"Cicero? Are you here? If you are you can come out. I'd like the company, and training with another person would be a nice change from stabbing the air." Sin called just load enough for his Jester to hear from the cave entrance. His heart stopped for a minute when the Cicero stepped out from a nearby crevice, near enough to hear every thing he'd said.
Cicero looked skittish, like he was ready to flint back to the sanctuary, if Sin were to anger. Sin swallowed as he finally gained control over his shock.
"You've heard every thing haven't you?" Sin said the question like more of a statement that came out as a sigh.
Cicero nodded, rocking side to side as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. Sin just nodded, his body slipping into a guarded stance, his whole frame becoming a spring. His steel grey eyes becoming cold and calculating as he eyed Cicero. Finally he just sighed, this time letting all his exhaustion show. He eyed Cicero for a few more seconds before speaking again.
"Cicero, when was the last time you slept?" The question was out of the blue and caught the Jester off guard, Cicero blinked before thinking back, he'd been taking small naps while tailing his Listener, but he hadn't slept much.
"Why does the Listener ask? Cicero is fine." Cicero replied not wanting to look anything less than strong in front of his Listener. Sin looked him up and down, focusing on Cicero's eyes.
"You're tired, I can tell… Well we both are and the only slightly comfortable spot would be my makeshift fur pile, care to join me?" Sin asked looking at his furs trying not to blush or look in any way embarrassed. Cicero hesitantly stepped forward, getting closer and closer to the Vampire.
Sin sat on his furs looking up at the slightly hopping Jester, who was trying no to look uncertain, but failed miserably, his insane eyes flashing in different directions while he chuckled at nothing. Sin looked at the Jester for a few moments before just rolling his eyes grinning softly as he reached up and wrapped his hand around Cicero's. The Jester jumped and snapped his eyes closed as he was pulled down, his body as tight as a drawn bow string. It was Sin's turn to chuckle.
"Cicero I offered you a place to sleep, not a death sentence, just lay with me and close your eyes, I promise I won't bite." Sin said chuckling as he grinned to show a flash of one of his fangs. In a show of insanity, or something, Sin brought Cicero's gloved hand up and as if meeting a fine lady he kissed the back of Cicero's hand chuckling even more as Cicero blinked and looked even more confused. He'd made his Jester blush, he was proud of himself.
"Listener…" Cicero began but Sin wouldn't have it he leaned forward and kissed his lips quickly, effectively silencing the now dazed Jester.
"I want you here, Cicero, just lie down and close your eyes. I'll still be here when you open them again." Sin whispered, his hands coming up to pull at the hat on his Keeper's head. Cicero looked at him with that strange insanity in his eyes, but there were flashes, dancing a dance as insane as the man himself. Finally Cicero relaxed and Sin pulled him to his lap, and kisses his pulse point, before lying down and tugging Cicero to join him.
Cicero just let Sin, relaxing into the Vampire and soon drifting off to that same tune from the last time. Sin had started humming it soon after he'd wrapped his arms around the smaller man. He even smiled when the Jester's breath deepened and evened out.
Sin rested his chin on top of the Jesters hat, and carted his hands through the red hair that was half hidden away by the red and black cloth. He wondered if he could remove it just to get a glace at the full image of his lovely Jester, but decided against it. If Cicero wished to remove his hat, or any other cloths for that matter, it would be on his own accord.
Sin had drifted in and out of dreamless sleep for the remainder of the day, each time he woke he'd check to see if his Keeper was safe, and each time the man was still fast asleep. Sin found himself awake and his mind in too much of a whirlwind of thought to let him sleep any longer, the sun was starting to descend, but it was a long while yet till dusk. Sin lay on his side a few minutes with his eyes closed, seeing if his mind would settle enough for him to sleep, but his mind whirled on, a tornado of pieces and bits of thought.
He opened his eyes and meet with a sight that took the breath from him. Cicero's peaceful face, he looked so calm, his lips not pulled in to an insane grin, his brow not frown with one strange worry or another. That calm peaceful look that soothed Sin's own racing thoughts to a dull spring breeze.
Sin couldn't stop his hand from coming up to brush a red strand back out of the beautiful face in front of him, his black heart skipping as he felt the smooth skin. He felt that strange thirst again, but still had no idea what it wanted. He leaned down, brushing his lips against the Keepers throat. That strange thirst didn't suddenly heighten as if longing for the Red Jesters blood, but it did send jolts down his spine.
Sin moved back his breathing falling into a more erratic pattern than before. His Keeper was awake and he was staring into blinking ambers that at first glance held nothing but insanity, but on closer inspection you could see the inner emotions swirl within the Jester's now alert eyes.
"Listener…" Cicero whispered his lips caught Sin's eyes, those lips that would glisten with ruby red after an assassination. Cicero whimpered as he noticed Sin was staring at him, wanting the Listener badly, he knew the Listener wanted a partner, but feared turning that partner. Cicero looked at Sin but held still, captivated by his Listener. Sin swallowed as he heard that voice echo in his ears.
Cicero leaned in and kissed Sin, not sure why, but why not? He blinked his eyes open when he felt Sin respond though. Sin's grey eyes flickered in amusement before he flipped Cicero onto his back, momentarily breaking their kiss, before straddling the slender waist and continuing with the now heated kiss.
Cicero settled his hands on Sin's chest, grabbing onto the lose robes, and trying to pull the Vampire closer. Sin left after nipping the now swollen lips, not gaining entry quite yet, so he let his lips linger else where, he nipped at the side of the pale, exposed neck before he let a hand come up to unfasten everything holding the shirt closed. When more skin was exposed to his waiting mouth Sin began to explore Cicero, making sure to move at a torturously slow pace down.
He stopped to play with the pink buds that just begged for attention, Sin nipped at one while he twisted the other between his finger tips roughly getting an exquisite cry from Cicero. Taking his opportunity, Sin launched back up to the lips, slipping in his tongue to let it dance with the Jester's, while a hand made its way lower.
Cicero gasped and arched up into his Listener, pulling on the damned robes harder, wanting them off. Sin had let his hand slip down, under the crimson pants line and was palming the growing need hidden beneath.
"Tell me what you want your Listener to do to you Cicero…" Sin trailed off to lean down and lick the shell of his Keeper's ear, "Tell me what to do to you." Sin blew on the wet skin, getting a shiver in response. The sly grin that showed a flash of a white fang seated its self on the Listeners lips as the noises he heard from his Keeper became more and more desperate.
"Li-listener!" Cicero whined, trying to move his hips to get more friction, but didn't seem to succeed since Sins free hand was now pinning his hips down. Sin just let the grin widen, his hand slipping from the pants completely, he tweaked a perk nipple roughly, enjoying the strangled cry emitted from his Jester.
"What is it Keeper? What is it you want?" He whispered leaning down to lock his grey eyes with the amber ones beneath him. He can see that madness clouded by the pure need, the want for more that was currently being denied. Cicero moved his hips just right that it was Sin's turn to let out a sigh, his eyes closing for a moment of bliss.
"I want the Listener, clothed naught, taking what he sought." Cicero's little rhyme made Sin chuckle, but Cicero had stated what he wanted. So slowly he pulled away and pulled off his cloak and gloves followed by his robe then his boots, now he stood bare before Cicero who swallowed hard at the sight before him, his breath becoming even more erratic.
Sin grinned flashing a fang for his Cicero, before leaning down and pulling Cicero up to strip the now dazed and slightly crazed Jester. Sin used his teeth to pull off the hat as he pushed the shirt off Cicero's shoulders, tossing them both to the pile of his own cloths Sin kneeled down to work on the pants and boot laces. When Sin stood back up, both he and his new lover nude, he noticed Cicero had stepped out of his boots and pulled off his gloves on his own accord.
"You wanted me to take what I sought, yes?" Sin asked pulling Cicero to him, when Cicero hopped slightly and nodded vigorously Sin grinned. "Then I'll take you." Sin hummed nipping at the already bruised lips. Cicero whined again, and Sin finally decided to give into Cicero's need, he guided Cicero to the pile of furs before showing his lovely little Jester the true pleasure a good lover could provide. The caves walls echoed with cries, sighs and many other erotic noises throughout the day.
Sin had curled around the Keeper after totally exhausting the insane Imperial, who'd practically fainted when Sin decided they'd both had enough fun for one day. Sin had fallen into the first easy sleep he'd had in years, his mind a warm haze.
When he opened his eyes he saw the sun had started to dip below the horizon and the sky was tinting its self a beautiful shade of pink. The shade bore a shameful resemblance to the blush that had coated his Jester's whole body, which Sin though was rather divinely sculpted.
Slowly Sin pulled away, not wanting to wake his Keeper. He slipped over to the tiny little stream at the back of the cave, stepping under the cold spray of the small waterfall in order to wash away the sticky splatter that clung to his chest. He didn't hear his Jester stir and wake up, he also didn't hear the almost silent steps, he did hear the giggles as the Jester pounced, pinning Sin to the ground, in the middle of the shallow pond.
"Well, well, if my little Kitten wants to play? I'll have to oblige, yes?" Sin chuckled, his hands pinned by Cicero's for the moment, but in an instant Sin flipped them and had the younger man pinned down beneath him. Cicero was laughing hysterically, and Sin just shook his head not being able to restrain his own chuckles. He leaned down and caught the Laughter with a searing kiss. He pulled back and gave a soft grin.
. "Now, since we've both cleaned up, let's get ready to get that contract done." Sin said slipping away from his Jester who pouted slightly, wanting to see if he could coax Sin into taking him completely. Sin had held back earlier, not wanting to lose himself and bite Cicero. He held back now to.
"We can go stab someone?!" Cicero asked in his sing-song voice jumping up and dancing over to his cloths, quickly getting on his gear. Sin chuckled, pulling his wet hair back into a tight ponytail, his robes clinging to his wet skin in some spots. Sin pulled his cloak around him and grinned.
"Follow me my Jester." Sin whispered smiling as he backed out of the cave, Cicero tailing his movements, dancing to some unknown rhythm, as Sin watched with fascinated eyes. Out of the cave Sin stretched, not minding the soft burn running over his skin from the little sunlight that was quickly fading into the night.
He grinned at Cicero, and then sprinted off, hearing the Jester's insane cackles as he was perused. He kept ahead of Cicero, but made sure they kept an easy pace for both of them while covering as much ground as possible.
They had finally reached their destination, a small nondescript town, the contract simple. They were asked to kill an ex-lover, vary typical, up until they learned who said lover was. A high born Imperial Noble visiting the capital of Solitude.
Cicero had hummed quietly bouncing in place, not wanting to disrupt his listener, but Cicero was oh so board!
"You are sealed by this contract, as am I to carry it full fold. Treachery will be dealt with harshly; do you agree to the terms of your contract?" Sin asked binding himself to kill on the strangers consent. There was no hesitation; the strange woman answered yes immediately.
"Then we are both bound in the blood of this dead." Sin stated, he turned with the flourish of his cloak and left the small home walking to the Inn to hide from the fast approaching rays of the sun.
Sin sat in a chair in the corner of the room, while Cicero slowly grew board. Sin thought over the contract, knowing a few possible ways to get in and out without being seen. To gain extra hundred gold he had to kill the man with out anyone noticing he was dead until long after the dead was done.
Sin planed this contract as the day passed on, dealing with Cicero's boredom, with his skills as a lover. Cicero was asleep for the next three hours, the only noise disrupting the silence was Cicero's deep even breathing. Sin laid their next to Cicero, cementing his plan in his brain, it was a good thing he was already in good standing in Solitude anyway, no one would suspect him of being a murder, and it would make his task easier by far.
So when the night finally set, Sin had them both traveling toward the Capital of the Nord Lands, Solitude. Sin had them running an easy pace and had found a cave just as the rays of the sun began to snake over the land. Tomorrow they'd arrive at Solitude, and seal the contract with the blood of the unfortunate fool.
A/N: I really hope I get review for this story soon, it be nice. And I hope the swing of things will sweep up more readers and carry them further into the story. Peace out.
