"So they killed Calixto right in front of you?" Nazir asked, surprised by the situation. It was late in the evening the same night, none of the members of the Dark Brotherhood had slept since that morning except for Babette who was already in bed. "How strange. Seems like he might have been making a statement by killing someone that close to you. Sounds like this won't be your last encounter with him." Nazir closed his eyes and sighed. "Regardless, Calixto is dead and it's late. Let's go get some rest."
Nazir was right, there was nothing they could do now. At least the man was murdered as requested regardless of whether it was done by the Brotherhood or not. Nazir stood up and walked away from his chair, heading to the bedroom he had been staying in. Virieti began to head to the master bedroom and Cicero followed her.
The two were about to part their ways when Virieti grabbed Cicero's hand causing him to squeal in surprise. "Please stay." She pleaded in a small voice. Despite the fact the two had slept together, they remained sleeping in separate beds both at the sanctuary and at home. Cicero looked at her in confusion. He could tell this wasn't about sex, it was about something much different. "I'd feel better if you slept next to me." she looked over at him and saw his confused expression. She thought she made a fool of herself. "I mean because if the Ni-night Mother needs yo-you I can tell you Immediately ri-right?"
"You aren't a very good liar, Virieti" Cicero said in a low voice. "How many times do I have to tell you Cicero is not an idiot. You shouldn't lie to those you care about. Dear Cicero would never dare to lie to you of all people!" Virieti blushed "wait, is he implying I am.. important to him?" She thought. Cicero smiled and began to tease her "If you want to 'have your way' with me that's all you have to say." The two walked into the bedroom and Vireiti pushed Cicero onto the bed causing his hat to fall off, stringing his long apricot hair across the sheets. Cicero giggled, he couldn't help but smile at the sight of her on top of him. Virieti puffed out her chest in an attempt to seem more confident. "What? You don't think I can do it? Did you forget how we first started?" She asked. Cicero looked away from his lover, seemingly ashamed. "You just caught me a bit off guard, Cicero wasn't used to that type of attention..." It was true, the first time they had sex Virieti completely dominated him. "But now that I know I have your attention; Cicero won't hesitate to take full advantage! I'm not going to waste an opportunity, even if someone comes in." He said with a grin, referring to earlier that afternoon. He sat up and held her towards him, Virieti now sitting on his lap. He took off her armor delicately, only leaving her pants and brassiere. He stared at her form for a minute to relish in its beauty. "Cicero was shocked when you started to touch him that night. So very, very shocked. It had been oh so long since someone had touched Cicero with such tender hands." He mumbled, starting to kiss her. "Cicero must return the favor to his lovely Listener." He placed her back onto the bed and pulled her pants off, along with her undergarments. He bent down before her, placing his head between her legs. "By Sithis! Is he really-" her thoughts faded away as a rush of pleasure came over her. She could feel his warm tongue press against the most sensitive part of her body. Cicero looked up at her, making sure she was enjoying his play. She groaned quietly, placing a hand on Cicero's head and gently grasping at his hair. He continued to lap at her warmth for a while before he sat up again and crawled closer, getting on top her. He clumsily grabbed her breast and played with it as he kissed her. She squirmed at each movement his hand made with her. Cicero sensed her starting to tense and broke their kiss, trailing down her neck to the center of her breast all the while saliva was dripping down onto her torso. She wrapped her arms around him and braced herself, waves of pleasure were crashing into her like a ship. She took her hands and undid his pants, pushing them along with his underwear as far down as they could go. His member was already stiff, enticing her even more. "I want you." She huffed, drawing Cicero's attention. Cicero kissed her and rubbed his shaft a few times before pushing himself into her. He whimpered, it felt even better than last time; she was so wet for him. He put his hands around her back, cradling her as he continued to thrust inside. Cicero and Virieti's mouth went agape as they felt themselves collide with one another.
He slowly began to progress his speed until he climaxed, gripping Virieti's skin tightly. She climaxed as well shortly after. Cicero rolled over to the other side of the bed, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Virieti looked into her partner's eyes again only to see a mixed expression of endearment and satisfaction on his face. "Cicero," she whispered, scooting closer to him. "Do you have feelings for me?" She asked. It may have seemed like a stupid question, but truth be told Virieti wasn't sure about how Cicero felt about her. After all, they had just been close friends taking care of each other's needs, right?
Cicero looked away from her. He wasn't really expecting such a heavy question right after sex. Was it written all over his face? "I.. don't know. Cicero would be lying if he said he didn't feel any fondness for his Listener," he said shyly. He looked back up at her and realized he had questions of his own. "Do you have feelings for Cicero?" he asked curiously. Virieti blushed, covering her mouth and sighed. "When I wanted you to stay with me tonight, it wasn't because I wanted to fuck you. I mean, I am not saying I didn't want too but.. I feel safer and more relaxed having you around. If I can be honest with you, I wasn't sure how stable your mind was when I first met you, but I have discovered you are a very kind and dedicated person. That's the type of person I'd like to have with me."
Cicero looked at her, dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what he was hearing! Cicero was always someone who gave all of himself and never received anything in return, following orders without question. Most saw him as crazy and the Night Mother saw him as not good enough, was there really someone who wanted him? "The Night Mother brought us together right? That has to mean something!" Virieti said, attempting to rationalize her own emotions. She felt like the crazy one; falling in love with a jester obsessed assassin. Cicero's eyes began to well up in tears, he was overwhelmed with emotions of his own.
Virieti noticed his eyes becoming damp and gasped. "Please don't cry!"
"Why waste your time on poor Cicero when you can have someone better? Someone who deserved to be loved.. someone who isn't mad." Cicero asked, a tear caressing his face. Virieti pressed her hand against his cheek and wiped his tears. "You deserved to be loved, Cicero. I know you try so hard to be someone else and be enough for Mother. It's literally driving you crazy." Virieti said, gently kissing his lips. "But.. you are enough for me."