Rise of the Guardians

Arlecchino

Chapter Six

Marcaria had her tongue sticking out as she carefully painted the handmade mask only to find her hand slipping and the lips became clownish. "Crap. This is my fourth time at this!" She threw the mask aside in frustration.

Momus was behind her, doing a exotic dance. She was pointedly ignoring him as he'd been trying to put his moves on her, in very obvious ways.

"What you need is a pole," Marcaria said, still with her back to him. She felt the sense of something that she recognized as Momus creating something as she glared out at the wheat, gently moving with the warm wind. "Take it away!"

He was halfway around the pole and became disappointed as he made it disappear. "Well, you're no fun."

She stared at the material in front of her. "I can't make one! That mask was more than what protected me, it was the second gift from Lune! I valued it above all other things. Well, except for my memories and even those aren't as clear as they used to be."

Momus sighed, putting his hands on her shoulders. "You don't need the damn mask."

"I might feel better if -someone- wasn't trying to bed me!"

"I thought I was being quite charming."

"Try the God way again, maybe that'll work."

Her perked up. "Really?" He struck an alluring pose, his body turning to light as her gaze dropped down.

"Why are your hips extra shiny?"

"All the more to get your attention. And it worked," He snickered.

"And you're sure you can't get my mask back?"

"Yea, I kind of want to let Zeus Almighty chill for a while. He's pissed enough already."

"For what, the insult or bashing of his head?"

"No, for taking what he wants."

Marcaria winced. "I can't ever leave, now can I?"

"There'll be some sort of solution, I'm sure…" Momus turned away slowly, looking up as the shadow fell upon the ground. It formed into the beautiful Nyx.

"Mother, lovely to see you."

"Hi, there." Marcaria waved a little shyly. Momus was by far easier to deal with as his personality was much like hers. Nyx and in respective, her daughter Eris, were a little difficult to deal with. Not that they were bad people but they were very mature.

Nyx enveloped her in a surprise hug. "How is my daughter?"

"I'm not your kid," Marcaria's voice was muffled with her head in the other's toga dress.

"No but you are Momus's which makes you family." Nyx patted on her head affectionately.

"What are you doing here, Mother?"

"I wanted to see how well you were doing and how powerful your barriers are. I normally don't interfere with my children's lives but as Marcaria is outside our boundaries, it is not right for Zeus to think he can overstep the Man in the Moon."

"You know about the Man in the Moon?" Marcaria managed to get out of the other woman's arms.

"Of course. We all do. He was here first, in the times of creation and then we watched him as he performed his miracles. He picks very special people to do very special things."

"Yea but Jack is now doing my job."

"It may seem like that but the April Fools is still celebrated. Just because you fall into obscurity, doesn't mean that you are forgotten. We still linger and live because our influence is upon all that we have. You are the one who brings laughter when you can't see it or feel it. You don't have to interact with people, to make them play. You give them a moment to find time to relax and be inspired to laugh. In the darkest of nights, in moments of despair, a gentle joke or a silly trick reminds us that while we grow up and become adults, inside of us there is a part of us that remains a child."

"I don't see you comforting me in my times of need," Momus was complaining behind the two women.

"That's because while you do stupid things, you're at least honest about it."

"Suppose I'll just take that."

"Now, you, my dear, are a valuable person. And under the protection of the Moon." They turned to the skies, the sun slowly falling. "He even appears where we exist, because he is greatly powerful. He is a kind thing but he will protect what he has and you are under his jurisdiction."

"You mean after me."

Nyx ignored Momus pointedly. "The next time you fall under that situation, call upon the Moon to help you."

"He only appears at night!"

"There are a few times when he lingers in the day. I do admit that the day would be hard to fend but Zeus is predictable. He wants to take things where he can shine so brightly, that the stars themselves weep with jealousy."

Momus was starting to grumble.

Marcaria smirked. "He hates not being the center of the attention."

"I remember when he was little, it was cute. Now he's just a big brat."

"That's it, I'm gone. Let me know when you women are done clucking."

He took a few steps and shrieked when his system was shocked by his mother's power. "Don't do that! I'm a grown man and I don't need to be punished!"

"Unless you ask for it, right?" Marcaria couldn't help but quip, turning red at the sexual joke.

His mouth opened and then closed, turning sharply as he hissed and stormed off.

"Be careful. He just might," Nyx winked at her. "The barriers have been strengthened as I have added my own protection. In the end, however, Zeus must be brought to the Moon for him to leave you alone for he will hunt you down now that you have both refused him and that Momus bashed his head in. Again."

"He did it before?"

"About seven times."

Marcaria blinked. "How does Momus get the best of him?"

"Zeus has a terrible temper. He can't think when enraged." Nyx shrugged. "I'm surprised he didn't kick Momus out of Olympus after the third time like he said he was going to do."

Marcaria giggled. "Did he like Momus?"

"No one liked Momus. He was an ass. He insulted anyone around him, pissed off the important gods, started battles between them, and then sat around with popcorn, laughing his ass off."

"You liked him."

"I love Momus. I don't like him at all. Well, not before. Now he seems… different."

"He's been trying to.. Um…" Marcaria coughed nervously.

"Bed you? Why not?"

Marcaria looked embarrassed. "Well, for one, I haven't exactly done that before.. Even with my betrothed, it's just not what we did back then.. And secondly.."

Her fingers wiggled together. "I don't want it to be a mistake. I mean, you all have… well.. Flings right? What if I was just a passing fancy?"

"You're not a passing fancy. You make him happy. No one has ever done that for him. He won't let you go."

Marcaria thought on it. "I like that notion."

"So how are his advances?"

"Well, after I told him after the more subtle hints that I didn't understand exactly what he wanted, he kind of took off his pants for me."

Marcaria sighed. "I then screamed and locked myself in my room. I told him if he keeps flashing me, I'm going to rip off his dick."

"And?"

Marcaria's eyes darkened. "He keeps doing it and then runs away like a little boy with a bag of stolen candy, laughing at me."

"Why not flash him back? Trust me, if you fight back the same way he does, he might become uncomfortable."

"Hmmm…" Marcaria tapped her chin. "I'll think about it."

Nyx patted her shoulder and then disappeared into a wisp.

Marcaria entered the home and looked to the ground as she followed the trail of red rose petals. "Great, now he's turning romantic."

He was in the hallway, plucking a rose. "I kick his ass." He plucked a petal. "I really kick his ass." Another one fell to the ground. "I kick his ass."

Marcaria was a little disappointed. "Oh. Well, I thought you were doing something sweet?"

"Kicking Zeus's ass will be something sweet," Momus turned around, putting a fully bloomed rose in his mouth. "You don't know how much this hurts." His voice was muffled.

"Why?"

He carefully opened his mouth, his lips dripping blood. "Because the thorns, dumbass!" He swore as he stomped into his bedroom.

She followed him into the bedroom and then the bathroom. She rolled her eyes as she dragged him down to sit on the toilet as she cleaned the tiny wounds. "Just little pricks. You know, like you."

His eyes narrowed, the dark green turning a even darker shade. "That better be a joke."

"It was," She rolled her eyes. "Goodness knows that I've seen it enough by now."

"Like you have anything to compare my dick to."

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy?"

"It's possessiveness, not jealousy."

"Fine." She dropped the towel in the bathroom sink. "You're fine. Just itty bitty little.." She turned and then glared. "I keep forgetting you have magical powers. Why did you have me clean you up when you heal almost automatically?"

"How else am I going to get you to touch me? You don't like the dancing, you don't like the looking, you don't seem to like anything that I do!"

"If you didn't stop acting like I was some whore, maybe it'd go better!"

"I don't treat you like a whore… intentionally. Look, I'm just used to women used to my… advances. They enjoy a show."

"I don't want a show," Marcaria muttered, opening the bathroom door. "I just want you."

She walked to the bedroom door for it to close just as she opened it. "Momus, what are you doing?"

"Nothing." He sat on the bed and patted the side next to him.

She looked at him. "Momus. What is this going to be?"

"A fun night?'

"Momus!"

He sighed and fell onto the bed dramatically. She opened the door once more for it to close and there was the audible click of a lock. "Now that's just cheating!" She glared and then remembered what his mother said.

She turned around and put on all the charm she had. She moved her hips as suggestively as she could and then pouted at him. "You are being a very bad boy."

"Whatever my mother told you, I REALLY like."

She crawled on top of him before sitting back. She jumped off his arousal and rolled right back off only for him to roll with her, pinning her under him. "I… okay, that wasn't fair! She said if I did things your way, you might be uncomfortable!"

"Prank, we're the Gods. We trick everyone and everything."

She turned vindictive. "She did this on purpose!"

He was nibbling on her chin, on the scarred part of her face. She flushed as she tried to give him her better side only for him to rise above her and stare her down. "I don't have much feeling." She lied.

His eyes narrowed before he bit her. She shrieked and then sighed as he started to nibble again. "Why do you insist on paying attention to the…" Her voice trailed off as his lips moved upward toward the eye socket. "Put your tongue in that and you won't have the ability of taste anymore."

He snorted as his lips moved downward, taking the hint to stay away from the eye socket. She couldn't help but become more interested by his attention, as he didn't seem in any hurry and was being more affectionate than pushy.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as his tongue moved and thrust into her mouth. She was dimly aware of thoughts in her head, a sense of worry and trepidation and the looming idea that maybe this was the wrong thing because she was still uncertain about her place to Momus.

His voice was husky. "I won't abandon you, you know. This isn't something that I do lightly."

"Do gods do girlfriends?"

He licked at her lower lip. "No. But I can stay with one woman. Nothing in mythology says I'm anything like Zeus."

"So.. this isn't going to be a fling?"

His eyes met with hers. "You're really afraid of being alone, aren't you?"

"I've been alone," Her eyes refused to break their met gaze. "I lost my life, my family, that anyone could see me. I've been alone with Lune my only friend and companion. The only one I could ever have a conversation with. But with you.."

Her voice faded. "I'm not… entirely like the girls of today. I've grown up watching women gain more power and strength and all that I think is great. But for me… I just want to be happy with someone I love and I want to know that they love me too."

"And you think I don't?"

"I've never seen anyone love me like a man would. And you're soo… pissy and sometimes shallow and then brazen and obvious about how you want to bed me and all that but you.. Look at the rose petals! A romantic would have done to sweep me off my feet! And you were just doing it because you were bitching about Zeus."

She managed to sit up, Momus still over her. His eyes were unreadable as she finished.

"Momus…I." She struggled with her words. "I love you. And.. If I can't have a place next to you.. Then I'll settle for being near you. I've been thinking about it for a while and I wouldn't mind it if we were together…Just.. You know… because you want to and.."

"Stop it."

Her one eye was tearing up.

"You would be miserable, not knowing if I loved you or not. If you just let me use you, that's not who you are! Maybe in your old times when women had to submit but you don't have to. Not with me. I will take care of you, treasure you, and… yes, love you."

His hand trailed on her scarred face. "I care more for you than I care of my own life."

She gave him a watery smile.

"But that doesn't mean I'll be changing my personality."

"Why would I want you to change?" She asked him dryly.

He blinked at her before kissing her lightly. Her breath caught in her throat as she maneuvered to lay horizontal in the large bed, surrounded by fluff and bedding as he kept up the kiss.

She whimpered at the slowly roving hands. They slipped under her shirt before he tugged it off, licking at her navel before glaring at the bra.

"You wear too many clothing!"

"My breasts aren't perfect like your Goddesses," She protested. "And I'm more comfortable during the day with a bra."

His hands reached around and then she found him flipping her over. His hands undid the bra and then openly gripped her breasts tightly.

Her face flushed as he smirked. "Move your hips."

"Why?"

"Please, I need you to move."

Her entire body felt hot as she did what he asked, feeling herself ride against his arousal as his hands dropped to her pants, unzipping her pants.

"Take the pants off."

Once she wiggled out of them, his voice was strained. "Underwear. Off."

She hesitated as she then slipped them off in a hurry. She sat on his waist, gasping at the heat from his pants.

His hands grasped her hips. She flushed at the intense gaze before his right hand traveled to the wounds on her chest and breast.

"You're beautiful." He rolled her over with a gentleness she hadn't seen by him before. She kissed him as his hands began to roam again. Fingers found her womanhood and she began to breath heavily at the intimate touch.

"Mo…"

"You're fine," He breathed into her hair. "Just.." A second finger was added. "Relax."

"I can't." Her voice was strained.

"This might help," He went down all the way, his free hand parting the outer folds and delving to lick, his tongue rough and warm.

She wiggled, unable to decide what to do as she finally wrung her hands into his hair, the braid coming undone as his tongue moved eagerly, the fingers slowly scissoring. She cried out and couldn't help but pull his head closer to her, excitement growing.

She didn't have him stop until every muscle in her body was tense. He had advanced to three fingers, formed into a triangle as he stroked as deep as he could.

"Momus.."

He crawled up, eyes bright and shining. The dark green had become emerald as his hands pulled away and he undressed himself, fully aroused and unashamed. "You're mine," His eyes pierced her gaze as he pushed her into the pillow. "All mine."

She tried to say something only to find him pressing against her, seeking entrance. "I can't relax," Her voice was strained.

His lips pressed against her chin. "You will. Just take it slow.. And easy…" His voice was more strained as he buried his head into her neck. His frustration at the slow push inward was palpable as he bit her neck.

She didn't think she was going to make it as it was an agonizing slow motion. "Momus… oh, god, Momus… just put it in, this is torture."

It took a moment. "Don't slow down!"

"You're no fun," He smiled at her before pressing his forehead against her and finally bottoming out. He breathed in sharply. "Fuck. You're warm, hot… so hot…"

Her hands cupped his face as he kissed her hard, moving his hips against her, making her whimper.

He stayed slow and careful until she was biting his lip, excitement brewing. "I'm fine, keep going, don't stop, don't you dare stop.."

His strangled moan was due to the tightening on his shaft. "Don't tease."

He began to move with more intent, her own legs wrapping around his hips as both moved. He engaged her in a deepening kiss, both of them heating up.

She gasped when he rolled her over again, his length hitting deeper as she pressed down onto him. His hips moved upward, grasping her hips as she leaned back, eyes closing tightly. Her body shuddered and peaked as she began to ride, moving her own hips with him to feel herself open up more.

"Momus…"

Her eyes met with his as he pushed up into a sitting position, one hand behind him holding him up as the other stroked through her hair. "You're mine." His eyes turned even lighter as power welled up from within. "Trust me, once you go God, you won't want anything else."

She cried out as he rolled over, holding her hips tighter and he jutted, harder and harder as her legs wrapped as tightly as possible. Her hands grasped at the bedding before finding the bedpost, keeping a tight grasp as she cried out and came again. He reared and found himself very close to the edge. He pushed into a sitting position, moving as hard as he could, giving into his own urges. His eyes closed tightly, teeth gritting as every muscle in him tightened with her. He threw his head back and shouted as his body climaxed.

He fell forward, leaning heavily against her. She was still trembling, trying to take a deep breath and failing as she gulped in air.

He moved and pulled away but was stopped almost immediately. "Don't leave," Marcaria's voice was strained. "I need you to stay."

Momus leaned against her as both of them seemed to find a moment of peace. They both found themselves resting on their sides, Momus holding Marcaria to him possessively.

Eventually she became aware of his hand weaving in her hair. He'd undid her braid and was using his fingers to brush it out. He kissed her shoulder, pushing her onto her back and slipping right back in. Her whimper of pleasure was all the encouragement he needed as he began to move.

He stopped, premature as she gasped at the sudden emptiness. "Momus, why…?"

"Roll over."

Her face turned red. "Already?"

"Trust me, variety is the spice of life."

She rolled over, once more her body red, by both arousal and embarrassment. He helped her settle against the pillow against her stomach to soften her as he then shifted and climbed over, moving into her with ease. Her fingers grasped the pillow her head was resting on. She moaned, pleasure growing in between her legs. "Momus.. Oh, god, you were right."

His chuckle vibrated against her back as he pressed his head against her shoulder blades. His fingers dug into the bedding under them as he moved, gaining strength and speed. He made animalistic sounds as he nipped on her shoulder, rearing as if in vivid heat.

"You're perfect," Momus wheezed hoarsely. "Fit like a glove… wet enough, hot enough, strong enough.. Stop grasping me like that!"

"I can't help it," Marcaria laughed weakly.

He moved hard, deeper, faster. "Marcaria… geezus, it's so good." His body tensed and after her own climax, shuddered and came himself.

He fell against his side again, holding her to him. They both dozed before Momus awoke first.

He was still interested as his hands rubbed her skin slowly. Marcaria stirred, slipping out of her light sleep to roll over to face him, blinking sluggishly at him.

He nipped her nose lightly.

"More?"

His laugh was soft. "Am I already wearing you out?"

"No," She was red-faced. His hand grasped her scarred face, trailing her eye socket with curiosity. "Momus. Leave that alone."

"Why? I'm just exploring."

She let him do what he wanted with a little worry. She was getting used to him seeing her without the mask, and it seemed fair that he could do something like touch it. She could still feel the touch, her scars rough but he didn't seem bothered by it.

His tongue moved upward a little high as she spoke. "Momus."

"You're no fun," His tongue kept moving up higher. "I'm just tasting, that's all."

His hands moved up and down on her body. He kissed her softly before moving to rise above her.

"Last time," She breathed at him.

"Really?" He pretended to look disappointed. He turned serious. "You want me to stop?"

Her fingers danced against his chin. "No."

"Good."

He moved easily, his entrance slicked. He kissed her tenderly as their eyes met.

"Have I told you that you're beautiful? Without that mask, I can see everything wonderful about you."

She was pink at the heavy compliments. Her eyes half-closed in pleasure. "Momus.."

"Am I beautiful?" He whispered teasingly.

"Yes, of course you are." She kissed his nose. "You're perfect."

"No, I'm not. But thank you anyways."

Their attention diverted to the building pleasure as he once more rolled over. "Ride me."

She obliged him, moving swiftly as her hands rested on his chest and she ground herself.

"More. Come on, Prank, ride me like you mean it. Come on, baby, that's it, that's it, faster." He urged her on as she cried out in pleasure. Her fingers dug into his chest as Momus gave in and grasped her hips, meeting her downfall as they moved in unison.

Momus was panting as he wove fingers into her hair, tangling themselves tightly as he pulled her to him for a kiss.

"You feel so good."

"Momus, I can't last this long…"

His hands moved to her hips again. "Then come for me."

"Momus."

"You know you want to," He teased softly, head dropping to her breasts. "Come on me, Marcaria. Ride me into oblivion."

She was close to the edge, her body moving as she kept focusing on the heat between her legs. With the friction and building pleasure, she was moving her hips frantically as he bit her breasts and felt her rear and shudder. Her heat spread down to coat his own hips as he rolled over and moved deep and hard.

"Momus, Momus, you need.. To come.. Too.." She wheezed, her chest heaving. She was already close to the edge as his hands grasped the bed against the sides of her head, his eyes bright and shining.

"I will," He promised as he moved, finally bringing himself off as she unintentionally grasped him such a tight hold from her own orgasm.

This time, when they fell asleep, they stayed asleep until the sunlight finally began to bother Momus's eyes. He tried to roll over only to thud against Marcaria.

She was curled slightly, fast asleep and snoring softly. She seemed almost child-like, fragile in her state as he carefully wrapped himself around her, feeling overly protective as well as possessive.

"No one else can have you," His voice was very low. "You're mine. Only mine. Anyone touches you, I'll kill them. No matter what."