A/N: Another day, another chapter…
I silently followed Gaius Maro into the city of Markarth disguised as a citizen. I saw him despite the quick hustle and bustle of the city where blood was mixed with silver. I looked around the massive city in awe; the massive buildings towering above me. Its intricate paths and stairways that the citizens climbed without fault to arrive at their destination through the labyrinth of stairways. I almost lost the target when I was carelessly admiring the way the sun shined through the convoluted town. I followed him with sixty yards separating us, making sure I didn't come off as suspicious. I observed his movements as he entered Markarth's keep. I decided to follow no further and took out his schedule that I had, how do you say, "borrowed" from his home near Dragon Bridge. I looked at the document carefully, examining its components. When I looked and saw he was staying at the Silver-Blood inn later this evening. I decided to go there and wait for him to come…
I walked into the inn to see a couple of citizens already drunk from too much mead; the foam aligning their beards as well as the stench that emanated from their mouths. I winced remembering what happened to me in Whiterun…I needed to stay in control for this contract, I didn't want to lose myself anymore…if I had to kill someone, I wanted to be the one to do it, not some dark creature that inhabited my body. Though I wanted this, I was afraid, I was afraid to kill someone. If I ever admitted that at the Sanctuary, the others would laugh at me, giving me the, "you-have-already-killed-people-before" excuse…but they don't understand…it's not me who's killing those people, it's the demonic presence inside of me, that monster who takes pleasure in claiming another's soul, that enjoys the warm crimson liquid flooding all over its hands…not me…it's not me…
"Hey! You there! I need to ask you something!" A voice cut through my thoughts. I looked to the voice noticing it was the owner and barkeep calling out to me; I recalled his name was Kleppr from coming here for my contract with Muiri. I looked from side to side; then pointed to myself to see if he was talking to me. He nodded vigorously, "Yes, you! Come here! I request to speak with you!" I was confused, but approached him gradually; he stopped and looked over me, which made me feel uncomfortable. He stroked his chin in thought, after a few silent moments he finally spoke to me again, "As you have probably noticed, we have our hands full today, and I do not doubt even more guests will come tonight. I am requesting if you could give us a hand just for one day, you'll be paid, of course, and given appropriate…attire…" I winced at the word, "attire" knowing exactly what he meant by it. I pondered over the offer and I thought about the pros and cons of the offer. I might be harassed by drunks and possibly be unable to stay in control…but it gave me an opportunity to get close to Gaius Maro when he came…and it gave me something to do till then, so…
"Sure!" I said with fake enthusiasm, to which Kleppr smiled widely and rummaged around the bar till he found a 'uniform' I could wear.
"Great! Put this on and then start working" he said, I nodded and went to a vacant room, closing the door for privacy. I put on the outfit and was at a loss for what to do. I wanted to look in the mirror to see what horror I was wearing, but I was hesitant, afraid of whose reflection would be in the mirror. I felt a bead of sweat drip down my face in the candlelit room. Just a quick look, I said to myself, shutting my eyes tightly. I turned around with great celerity and peaked one eye open. I then opened both my eyes in shock, it wasn't the reflection that surprised me; it was the dress! An inaudible gasp escaped from me and my eye twitched at the vulgarity of the dress. The golden fabric barely covered my breasts; the leather corset perked my breasts up even further. Its golden fabric barely made it past mid-thigh, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I was disturbed by the dress, the way it clung to my waist that brought out my curves. The dress was not my style, it reminded me of a whore…but I would be lying if I said it didn't make me look as erotic as the goddess Dibella.
I wonder what Cicero would think of this outfit~
My breath was caught up in my throat, I turned my head behind me…it was the voice again. I concentrated so that I would remain in control…but I slowly looked back to the mirror and thought of what was just said. I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment, imagining myself approach Cicero in such an outfit…I shook my head attempting to get such thoughts out of my mind. I decided to start working, though I knew it was going to be a long day.
*0*
I saw Gaius enter around 10:30 in the evening. I observed him carefully as he took a seat near the fireplace. Through my concentration, I heard Kleppr yell at me to take his order; I growled inwardly and went over to him with a big, yet fake, smile. I could see that he was having a difficult time ordering as he kept staring at me. I mentally sighed, men are so weak…
"Could I start you off with some mead?" I tried to say sensually, but it turned to more of a child asking for candy than flirtatious, yet he didn't seem to care.
"I-I um, yes, that's fine." He choked out, returning his gaze to the fire; I went and began pouring mead into a mug. I had the incriminating letter in my bosom and I swore it had already given me a paper cut. I just needed to get close enough to him to place it on him, but how would I be able to do that?! I was lousy at trying to be sensual, so how was I supposed to get close enough to him to put the letter in his pocket!? Not to mention I was a lousy pit-pocket, so how would I be able to do that?! I began to sweat from all the people around me and the stress, what to do, what to do…What am I to do!?
Let me handle thisss~
No!
I surge of pain went through my mind as I tried to resist the force attempting to take control. I bit my lip trying to maintain control, but I was slipping, the pain was horrid and I felt like I was on the verge of collapsing from such pain. I couldn't take it, and I gave in to the power…
Turning, I knew I was smiling, my eyes were lidded and I walked with such an exotic sway that I felt every single man in the room stare at me. I was frightened, seeing myself walk and act in ways that I couldn't control, ways that were not mine. I felt as if I was in a dream, looking through someone else's eyes, not being in control, yet knowing what they were doing. I saw myself walk up to Gaius and I abruptly straddled him in the simple chair he sat in. I smiled curtly and took a swing of his mead, he stared at me with a startled and embarrassed expression, his blush still showing in the darkened room. He gulped and I lifted my hand to his face, making him watch as I slowly reached into my bosom, taking out a folded piece of paper, the incriminating letter. I watched his eyes as they looked from my breasts to the paper; I slowly reached the note to his pocket where I gently pushed the note into his pocket. He looked at me with a questionable expression and I held up a finger to my lips, and then bringing my lips to his ear.
"It's where I live, you know, if you want to stop somewhere before you leave~" I heard the voice coming from me whisper seductively before licking his ear gently. I felt him shudder and I quickly got off of him, blowing him a kiss as I left, leaving his mouth agape as I strolled away.
*0*
It was 2:30 in the morning and everyone except the guests were gone. Everyone had retired for the night including Gaius himself. I had found his room and was hiding silently in the darkened corner of the room. It didn't take long for him to come into the room. I saw him close the door and I saw him start pacing back and forth in the room. He seemed to be mumbling to himself and taking worried breaths. I listened closely to hear him.
"…No I can't…I shouldn't, what about Faida? What would she think?...Well, she'd never know if I did…but what if she found out?...Well, she won't it's just a one night thing right?...I just do it once and then leave and it never has to get out right? Right? I just…mmmm…" I heard him say, noticing a little bulge coming from his intimate regions. "It's just a one night thing…just one…one…" he said breathlessly. I heard him take a breath and then saw him rummage through his pocket wildly, finding the letter and opening it. I saw myself spring out and tackle him, landing on his bed, pinning him to the bed, the note in his left hand, preventing him from reading it. He gasped when he saw me and I felt a dark smile come to my face. "I-I-I-I-I thought you would be a-at h-h-home!" he stammered to which I grinned even more.
"I just couldn't keep myself from you~" I heard the cryptic voice say, reaching a finger down to pet the bulge in his pants to which he took in a gasp as he felt my finger run over his clothed tip. "Close your eyes and I'll make you feel like you've never felt before~" the voice continued. He obliged quickly and he panicked when his head was suddenly collided with a pillow. I saw myself press the pillow down firmly preventing any oxygen to come to his lungs. He squirmed beneath me, but was unable to free himself from my firm grip. His small screams were muffled by the pillow, thus allowing no one to hear him. I felt an evil smirk coming across my face as the minutes went on and his efforts to escape became slow and less effective. After a few minutes he stopped and I lifted the pillow away, putting the note back into his pocket as I humorously tucked him in. "Hope you have a good night~" I heard the voice say ironically, leaving the room.
*0*
I returned to the Sanctuary, happy that I was in control again, yet upset that I had lost it in the first place, no matter, I was going to take a long rest in my bed. I tired from everything that had been happening lately and I just wanted to rest for once. I opened the black door and stepped inside, hearing a lot of crazed yelling.
"What in Oblivion is going on?" I said to myself, descending the stairs. I then saw Gabriella run over to me her face surprised and slightly annoyed. "Maro's dead" I said to her and she nodded.
"Yes, I know, as does Astrid, you've earned your bonus, whatever…" she started in an annoyed tone, "but you should know that we have a more pressing matter to deal with." I looked at her questioningly, what in all of Tamriel was she talking about?
"What are you talking about?" I said, slightly worried about the answer. She looked at me with a slight expression of sympathy.
"It's…Cicero…There's been an incident. You should proceed into the Sanctu-" she started, yet couldn't finish as I ran past her into the depths of the Sanctuary. I ran, expecting to see a wounded Cicero, yet I saw Veezara on the ground, clutching a bloody wound. I raised an eyebrow and I felt someone grab my arm and pull me around. I was then staring into Astrid's angered eyes and she barred her teeth in fury.
"Maro is dead, I know. But we've got bigger problems right now!" She shouted at me.
"I know, I heard it had something to do with Cicero, is he alright?" I asked, completely worried. She looked at me like a third eye had suddenly grown on my face.
"Is, is he alright!? You're asking me about his safety!? The fool went absolutely berserk! He wounded Veezara, tried to kill me, and then he fled. And you ask me if he is alright!?" she yelled in my face. I was frightened by her threatening words and I took a defensive position.
"Something must have set him off…" I said forwardly. She looked at me in surprise, aghast that I would insinuate something against her.
"No, nothing. At least nothing I'm aware of. Well... If I'm being honest, I haven't exactly been discreet lately in expressing my frustration with this whole situation. Obeying the Night Mother. You being the Listener. It's ridiculous. No offense. Cicero may have overheard me talking to one of the others about the Night Mother. It's possible I was... not entirely respectful. But to go this far. To attempt to murder the leader of a Sanctuary. Cicero must pay with his life. There is no other option." She said darkly. I felt a feeling of pain being sent through my chest. No…
"T-there must be some way to work this out…maybe if he-"
"NO!" she interrupted me, ""Look, the Dark Brotherhood is a family. This Sanctuary is a family. And, we've always welcomed those... shunned by society. Werewolves, wizards, eternal ten year-old vampires... what does it matter? In truth, I've rarely met a lunatic I haven't liked. Cicero's problem isn't his madness. It's an adherence to an ancient, outmoded way of life. The Night Mother's ways... simply are not our ways. He just couldn't accept that. And now he'll have to pay the price." I tried to search for a way out of this, something that could prevent him from his fate. I started to panic inwardly and I just couldn't find an answer. I kept my head low, staring down at the stone below me.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, a tear forming on my face.
""I want you to find that miserable little fool and end his life! But first... find my husband. Make sure he's all right. After the attack, Arnbjorn flew into a rage. When Cicero left... Arnbjorn went after him. They disappeared into the wild. Search Cicero's room. Maybe there's something in there that sheds some light on where he might have gone. Let me know the minute you find something." She ordered me. I quickly went up the stairs, passing the Night Mother's chambers and into Cicero's room. I looked around to see if I could find something, anything. I rummaged around his drawers when I noticed a red book with a little ribbon poking out of it from his nightstand near his bed. I touched the cover gently reading the words, "Cicero's journal: Volume 5, Final Volume". I opened it, opening it to the page that was bookmarked by the ribbon. I skimmed the page and saw that he had gone to Dawnstar, as well as the word for the Sanctuary. I closed the book and spoke to Astrid, she pleaded me to find her husband; then end Cicero's life. She left me her horse named Shadowmere to ride. My thoughts were incoherent as I ran out of the Sanctuary and beheld Shadowmere. Shadowmere galloped as I could only think of Cicero…
*0*
Cicero's POV:
Cicero…Cicero has no fight left in him Mother…that damned dog, injuring poor Cicero like this, why have you let dear Cicero be hurt like this, Sweet Mother? All Cicero ever wanted was for you to be respected…and that pretender just insulted you and I like we were the worms in the dirt…dirty dirt…Cicero could have taken the insult; hold back from the blow the Mother's image, but that harlot…she even had the nerve to slur and insult the Listener! When she said the Listener was just a useless and worthless person, and that she was just someone that went on suicidal missions…Cicero…he snapped. How dare she defile and debase the kind Listener!? Cicero acted on instinct and he would have sent that strumpet to the Void if the stupid lizard hadn't gotten in the way!
Now…now Cicero is alone…the Listener is sure to believe the lies that Astrid spreads…heh…it's funny…Cicero did it to defend the Listener and she will never know that. Cicero…I care for the Listener…She is the most wonderful person that Cicero has ever met…She listened to Cicero when no one else would, she liked Cicero, despite his insanity, despite his madness…she was…my only true friend…and now…now she would hate Cicero…hate him like everyone else did! She would never smile or dance with poor Cicero…I just wanted to make the Listener happy, to help her with whatever was inside her…Cicero only wanted the Listener to be happy…I just wanted her to be happy Mother…Oh, Mother, why must you torture me so? Listener…Cicero is sorry…
*0*
"Innocence, my brother." I responded to the black door outside of the Dawnstar Sanctuary; beneath a moonless sky.
"Welcome home…" it said to me in a raspy voice. I sprinted into the Sanctuary, seeing ghosts come out and I lifted my dagger to defend myself, for once, I was in control of my actions. I was surprised, yet had bigger things on my mind. I attacked each foe, yet my mind raced with thoughts of Cicero. Why? "Why" was the only question I had. Why did Cicero do this? Why did I not wish to kill him? Why did I enjoy his presence? Why did I enjoy his smile, his touch, his eyes, everything about him? Why was I crying just at the mere thought of killing him? Why was I afraid for him? Why did all those times he was with me that I couldn't think? Why did he make me feel so happy when I was with him? Why did he make me feel this way? Why did I want to keep feeling the same way I felt when he held me the night of my first nightmare, to be with him in that way, just us, alone?
My questions had distracted me so much that I hadn't noticed the door in front of me with a bloody handprint on it. I held my breath and slowly opened the door, to see a figure curled up on the floor. I saw his eyes peak open, and his expression went from pained to astonished as he saw me. I saw all the blood around him and my eyes went wide. He just started at me for a while his amber hues meeting with my emerald.
"Listener…" he whispered. As soon as he said that, my emotions flooded through me, my eyes began dripping tears and I dropped my dagger and ran to him, quickly tearing his arm away from his wound. I tore off his jester's shirt and with shaky hands I concentrated all my power and placed my hands on the wound and suddenly, a golden glow surrounded us. I closed my eyes to maintain the concentration, but I felt the wound close up beneath my fingers. A few moments later, the glow stopped and my healing spell disappeared. I breathed in steady breaths and I was relieved when I saw Cicero still staring at me in wonderment; very much alive. "Listener…" he whispered again, I smiled.
"Yes, I'm here Cicero…" I said, petting his head, letting some of the red strands go through my fingers. Then, something came over me, and I felt my mind get cloudy. My eyes became half-lidded and I saw myself remove my fingers from his hair and trail down his chest, feeling my cheeks burn and feel a unbearable warmth coming from my lower body. I began tracing his chest with my fingers and I felt him shudder.
"Listener…" he said with a slightly worried tone, "Listener, I don't think…" but I silenced him with my lips. I kissed him softly, taking a moment to breath in his glorious scent. Then I panicked, what was I doing?! I tried to stop but I was frozen, something else started taking over. I realized what was happening and struggled to get back control over my actions, but it was all for nought.
You should stop struggling, I've been waiting for this for a while…and I won't allow you to ruin it, so just stay back and enjoy~ the voice said to me. I was afraid but moaned as I suddenly parted Cicero's lips with my tongue and explored his own gradually. I heard him groan which only made me moan more, making me feel strangely warm and wet in my lower regions. I straddled him and let my fingers swirl around his exposed chest feeling his toned muscles under my touch. I bit his lip, earning another moan from him. My tongue dominated his mouth and explored each part of the wet cavern. I felt a slight bulge brush past my thigh and I smirked.
"Getting aroused are we?~" I heard my voice say. I saw Cicero's eyes open quickly.
"You, you're not the Listener…" he said, slightly angered. I felt a smirk come to my lips.
"That's where you're wrong I am Reza, I'm just another part of her…~" the voice coming from me said, as I bucked my hips on his clothed arousal, causing him to grunt in response.
"No, the Listener is kind and lovely…" he responded weakly, trying not to give in to the marvelous feelings I was giving to him.
"Oh? And I'm not?~" the voice said pouting, bucking my hips again.
"Ahhh…" was his response.
"That's what I thought…~" I heard my voice say as I lowered myself to his neck and began to suck and nibble gently. He moaned each moment I pleasured him and I loved it. I saw myself tear away from him to undo my Dark Brotherhood armor, tossing it to the side. I then undid the underclothes that hid my breasts, exposing them to him. I looked into his eyes which now stared back at crimson ones. "Touch me~." I commanded, which he hesitantly did.
*0*
Cicero's POV:
Cicero didn't want to, he was afraid of what the real Listener would say, but he couldn't control himself. When she exposed her wonderful lumps of flesh to me I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. When she told me to touch them I couldn't do anything but obey. I cupped her left breast with my hand and heard her moan from the contact. I began kneading her nipple between my fingers and she groaned from the pleasure. Cicero felt the region between his legs become harder, and though Cicero was enjoying this, he felt guilty. Cicero had secretly wanted to do this with the Listener for a long time. Cicero cares for her, and Cicero…I love the Listener, but I don't know if she feels the same way, but now with the Listener's form, but unknown mind wanting me like this…Cicero can't help but give in…
"Cicero~" the fake Listener moaned as I repeated the same actions on the other breast. She continued kissing Cicero's neck, then ventured lower, kissing my chest, then lower, and lower, and…
"Mmmmm…" I groaned feeling the fake Listener's lips kiss my clothed manhood. Cicero sees her smile devilishly and pulls down Cicero's pants along with his underclothes. I see her smiled appreciatively at my length and quickly grasp it, causing me to gasp in surprise. I hear her chuckle darkly as her tongue darts out and slowly and painfully goes from the base to the head and I shudder. A tease this one is…
*0*
Reza's POV:
What am I doing!? I've never done anything like this before! I want to stop, cower in a corner, yet the growing wetness between my legs wants me to continue, so I continue watching myself pleasure the silly jester. My mouth closes around his penis and I swirl my tongue around it as my head bobs up and down, I can hear him groan and it only eggs me on further. I suddenly feel his hands on my breasts and I moan in excitement. My moans vibrate along his manhood and he groans in arousal from the feeling. I used one hand to help me insert more of his length into my mouth as my other hand squeezes his testicles gently in my hand. I feel his breathing hitch and he squeezes my nipples harder, which makes my cry out in ecstasy. I allow my dagger like teeth to slightly scrape over his length and he cries out.
"S-stop, Cicero might burst any moment now!" he complains.
"What? Want to come inside of me so badly fine~" my voice says as it tears the rest of my clothes off allowing me to be bare in front of him. I'm embarrassed on the inside, yet the thing in control shows no fear. "Cicero, please then, I want you inside of me, fuck me. I want it rough, hard, against the wall~" and he obliges. I feel Cicero take my body and shove me into the wall of the Sanctuary and the forces takes my breath away. I look at our positions and it was like being back in the Falkreath Sanctuary when we first discovered I was the Listener. I felt myself grin maliciously and I bucked my hips toward his arousal and he grunted. "What's stopping you? Fuck me!~" the voice complains.
*o*
Cicero POV:
Cicero wants to so badly, but what would be the consequences for doing so? What would the real Listener think of me once all this was finished? Cicero wants nothing more than to ram himself into her and make her scream his name as he ravages her against the wall, but what of the real Listener? Would he hurt her if he did this? He couldn't do that to his Listener, he couldn't do that to her…
"Cicero?" I heard her say. I looked down at her and saw the familiar emerald eyes that I fell in love with. The same Listener that I had grown to love had returned, and I saw her face flush from embarrassment.
"L-Listener? I-is that you?" I asked. She nodded.
"Y-yes…"
"Listener, we don't have-"
"Do it." She commanded. I looked at her completely confused, feeling her wet and dripping entrance against my tip.
"But-" I tried to oppose.
"Please…" she whispered. So I obeyed I went into her slowly finding a barrier almost immediately and my eyes widened in realization.
"Listener…"
"Just do it!" she said, and I listened and continued, tearing what was her virginity and became her first. I slowly pulled in and out seeing blood slightly spill, but she yelled at me to continue and so I did…
*0*
Reza's POV:
"Fas…ter!~" I said, my momentary control fading as Cicero continued at a greater velocity. My hips met in rhythm with his as he continued to slam into me. I could hear the slapping of skin against skin as he continued to ram himself into me.
"Yes…mmm…yeah…harder…deeper…faster~!" the voice continued to say. I heard Cicero groan with each thrust and I moaned each time he hit my g-spot. I felt him reach his hand down between our meeting and began rubbing his thumb over my clit and I bit down on his neck in response, my dagger like teeth sinking into his wonderful skin, tasting his delicious and sweet blood.
"Cic~…Cic~…Cicero…" I said, gaining back some control.
*o*
Cicero's POV:
She felt so tight around Cicero's length and it just felt so amazing. When I heard her real voice I couldn't contain myself anymore. I felt her walls tighten around me and her warm juices spread all over my manhood. I took her face in my hands as I kissed her forcefully, running my tongue along her own as I had thrust once more and I felt my balls twist then it felt like an explosion as my seed shot out into her. I gave a few more hard thrusts, allowing myself to empty as I continued to kiss her, yet now more gently. Cicero slowly allowed my tongue to trail over her own and she responded similarly, wrapping her tongue with mine. She linked her arms around my neck and I realized she couldn't stand on her own. I lifted her gently and carefully laid her down on the stone floor, still inside her. Cicero finally pulled out of her and stopped kissing her after a few minutes. Cicero opened his eyes and looked at her and she gazed back at him and Cicero was glad to see her emerald eyes instead of crimson ones.
"Cicero…" Cicero said softly, "Cicero…is in love with the Listener…" Cicero then rested his head on the Listener's chest and drifted to sleep.
*o*
Reza's POV:
As I laid there, I thought about everything that had just transpired. I just had sex with Cicero, and he just told me he loved me. Love? Love? Is that what all this was? I looked at his handsome face that was now next to me, since he rolled over, and I questioned myself. Did I love him? I didn't know what to think…It all happened so fast. One minute I was crying, the next he was fucking me on the wall, and even though he stopped and I had gained control, I had wanted him to do it. I wanted him to continue, and I didn't know why I did. He made me feel so happy in the past and he was my…best friend…now we had done the most intimate act of all and I didn't know how to feel about it. He is in love with me and I…I am afraid, this, him and I…I can't…
I got up and put my clothes back on as silently as possible. I didn't know if this was a mistake or what, but I was too afraid to deal with what would happen when he woke up. I decided to leave I couldn't handle this. What have I done? When I was finished I looked back to see him, and I shouldn't have, seeing him lying there alone made my heart ache. I left. I got on Shadowmere and started heading back to the Sanctuary. My mind filled with confusion, hurt, and guilt.
A/N: There you go, happy? Huh!? *blushes* This is actually my first lemon so don't make fun of me *blushes even harder*